The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-08-22

women 20 lock themeIyes In there and
smoke!"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum.
maging her brain for a fitting retort
the door opened. and out stepped Miss
Cattle. as was.
She blushed furiously at sight OF
the committee waiting 10 greet her
but they repented their criticisms and
tried 10 make up for them by the ex
cessive warmth with which they al
exclaimed at once: Good morning
Mrs. Lathrop!"
Good morning. who?" said Anne
then blushed yet redder: "Oh. can't
seem TO get used 20 that name!
hope | haven't kept you waiting"
"Oh. not at ALL" the women insist
ed. and Anne fed 70 number six. re
membered that this was no longer
her home. and moved on 10 number
one. Here the porter was just finish
ing his restoring tasks, and laying
aside with some diffidence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own valise.
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
You go In first, Mrs. Wellington"
You go first. have no husband
waiting for me-" said Mrs. Yelling
ton.
"Oh, insist" said Marjorie.
IL couldn't think of IT," persisted
Mrs. Wellington. II won't allow you"
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me. won't
you? I'm getting off at Reno"
80 am l." gasped Mrs. yelling.
ton, rushing forward, only TO be faced
by the slam OF the door and the click
OF the key. She whirled back TO de-
mand Of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such impudence?"
81 never did"
"Tll never be ready for Reno" Mrs.
Wellington walled, and haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order 1t in advance
said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef an
hour TO boil an egg three minutes"
Will, ii i Can ever BtI my AoSC
washed" sighed Mrs. Wellington.
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much Hesitation. called timidly, "Por'
ter-porter-please!"
Yes-miss-missus! he amended.
"Will you call my" she gulped-
my husband?"
Yes, ma'am," the porter chuckled,
and putting his grinning head in at
the mems door, he bowed 70 Ira and
said: Excuse me, but you are sent
for by the lady in number one"
Ashton slapped him on the back
and roared: "Oh, you married mani
Well" said Ira, in self-defense, Il
don't hear anybody sending for you.
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. Il
rather fancy he had you theah, old
top. eh. what"
Ira appeared at number one, and
bending over his treasure-trove, spoke
in a voice that was pure saccharine
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?
Yes, Ira"
Come along TO the dining-car."
IT'S cosier here" she said. "Couldnt
we have it served here?"
But it'll get all cold, and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor, tc
whom breakfast was a sacred insti
! tuition.
"All right. Ira," said Anne, glad tC
be meek; come along" and she rose
Ira hesitated Still, If you'd rath
er, well eat here" He sat down.
"Oh. not at all" said Anne; wei
go where you want TO 60"
But | want to do what you want t
| do"
80 do we'll go" said Anne.
Well stay"
mo. insist on the dining-car.
"Oh, all right, have your own way,
said Ira. as If he were being bullied
and liked II. Anne smiled at the con
trariness OF men, and Ira smiled a
the contrariness of women, and whel
they reached the vestibule they kisse
each other in mutual forgiveness
AS Wedgewood stropped an old-fasf
ioned razor. he said 20 Ashton, VIII
was putting up his safety equipment
II say, old party. are those safet
razors safe? Can't you really Gu
YOURSELF"
Cut everything but hair said Asi
ton. pointing to his wounded chin.
(TO BE CONTINUED)