The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-06-06

story on Ills myers
Mrs. Temple was still shaking with
sympathetic laughter. never dreaming
what her husband was laughing at.
She turned TO Mrs Whitcomb. but
Mrs. whitcomb was still glaring at
Mrs. Wellington. who was still writ
ing with flying fingers and underscor-
ing every other word.
Some people seem 10 think they
own the train" Mrs. Whitcomb ragged.
THAT creature has been at the writ
inc desk an hour. The worst OF IL is.
I'm sure she's writing 10 my hus-
band"
Mrs. Temple looked shocked. but an
other peal OF laughter came through
the partition between the male and fe-
male sections OF the car. and she
beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington
finished her letter. glanced 1t over. ad-
dressed an envelope. sealed and
stamped IL with a deliberation that
maddened Mrs. Whitcomb. When at
last she rose. Mrs. Whitcomb was In
the seat almost before Mrs. yelling
ton was out of IL.
Mrs. Wellington paused at another
wave OF laughter from the mems
room. She commented petulantly:
What good times men have.
They've formed a club in there al
ready. We women can only sit around
and hate each other"
why, | don't hate anybody, do
your? Mrs. Temple exclaimed, look
ing up from the novel she had found
on the book shelves. Mrs. yelling
ton dropped into the next chair:
"On long railroad journey | hate
everybody Don't you hate long jour
ncys?"
Its the first ever took" Mrs.
Temple apologized. radiantly, "and I'm
having the-what my oldest boy would
call the time OF my life. And dear
Walter-such goings on for him! A
few minutes ago | strolled by the door
and ! saw him playing cards with a
stranger. and smoking and drinking.
too. all at once"
Boys will be boys" said Mrs. vii.
lington.
But for DR.. Temple of all people"
why shouldn't a doctor? It's a
shame the way men have everything.
Think of 1t, special smoking room.
And women have no place TO take a
pun except on the sly"
Mrs. Temple stared at her in awe
THE woman in this book smokes!-
perfuIned things!"
All women smoke nowadays" said
Mrs. Wellington, carelessly. Don't
you?"
The politest thing Mrs. Temple
could think OF in answer was: Not
yet"
Really" said Mrs. Wellington
Don't you like tobacco"
Il never tried It,"
It's time you did / smoke cigars
myself"
Mrs. Temple almost collapsed at
this double shock: "Ci-cigars?"
Yes; cigarettes are too strong for
me; will you try one of my pets?"
Mrs. Temple was about to express
her repugnance at the thought, but
Mrs. Wellington thrust before her a
portfolio In which nestled such dainty
shapes OF such a warm and winsome
brown, that Mrs. Temple paused 10
stare, and, like Mother Eve, found the
fruit of knowledge too interesting
once seen TO reject with scorn. She
hung over the cigar case in hesitant
excitement one moment too long. Then
she said in trembling voice: Il
should like 10 try once-just TO see
what it's like. But there's no place
Mrs. Wellington felt that she had
already made a proselyte TO her own
beloved vice, and she rushed her vic.
tim TO the precipice: There's the OBJ.
servation platform. my dear Come
on out"
Mrs Temple was shivering with dis
may at the dreadful deed: What
would they say in Ypsilanti?"
What do you care? Be a sport
Your husband smokes. II it's right
for him, why not for your"
Mrs. Temple set her teeth and
crossed the Rubicon with a resolute
II Wilt"
Mrs. Wellington led the timid
neophyte along the wavering floor of
the car and flung back the door OF the
observation car. She found Ira Lath-
rop holding Anne Gattle's hand and
evidently explaining something OF
great importance, for their heads
were very close together. They rose
and with abashed faces and confused
mumblings of half swallowed explana-
tions, left the platform TO Mrs. Wei.
! lington and her new pupil.
Shortly afterward Little Jimmie
Wellington grew restive and set out
for brief constitutional and a breath
Of air. He carried a siphon TO which
he had become greatly attached. and
made heavy going for the observation
room. but reached the door In fairly
good order. He swung II open and
brought in with II the pale and waver-
inc phOst of Mrs Temnla uho b.d