The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-06-27

news: in just little while We come
10 the Utah line-then we're safe"
God bless UTAH"
The rapture died from her face as
she caught sight Of Or. Te>lple, who
happened 10 stroll in and 20 10 the
bookshelves, and taking out book
happened 10 glance near-sightedly her
way
BE careful OF that man, dearie."
Mrs. Fosdick hissed out OF one side
or her mouth. He's a very strange
character"
Her husband was infected with her
own terror. He asked. huskily: What
do you think he is?"
"A detective! I'm sure he's watch
ing US. He followed you right in
here"
Wen be very cautious-tin We get
TO Utah"
The old clergyman, little fuzzy in
brain from his debut in beer, contin-
ued innocently 10 confirm the appear.
ance OF detective by drifting aim
lessly about. He was looking for his
wife, but he kept glancing at the un-
easy Fosdicks. He went 10 the door.
! opened il, saw Mrs. Wellington finish
ing a cigar, and retreated precipitate-
| ly. Seeing Mrs. Temple wandering in
| the corridor, he motioned her 10 a
| chair near the Fosdicks and she sat
by his side, wondering at his filmy
eyes.
The Fosdicks, glancing uncomfort.
ably at DR.. Temple. rose and selected
other chairs further away. Then
Roger Ashton sauntered IN, his eyes
searching for a proper companion
through the tunnel.
He saw Mrs. Wellington returning
from the platform, just tossing away
her cigar and blowing out the last of
its grateful vapor.
With an effort at sarcasm, he went
TO her and offered her one of his own
cigars, smiling: Have another"
She took il, looked IL over. and
parried his irony with a formula she
had heard men use when they hate
10 refuse a gift-cigar: Thanks. III
SAilOht ~ alNtl hAAAhtlg II gOu hOh
mind"
"Oh, don't mind" he laughed, then
bending closer he murmured: They
tell me we are coming 10 a tunnel, a
nice, long, dark, dismal tunnel"
Mrs. Wellington would not take a
dare. She felt herself already eman.
cipated from Jimmie So she answered
Ashtons hint with a laughing chal.
lenge:
How nice OF the conductor 10 ar.
range It."
Ashton smacked his lips over the
prospect.
And now the porter, having noted
>sTshtons impatience to reach the tun.
mel, thought TO curry favor and a
quarter by announcing its approach.
He bustled in and made straight for
| Ashton just as the tunnel announced
itself with a sudden swoop ~ gloom,
a great increase OF the train-noises
and far-off clang of the locomotive
bell.
Out of the Egyptian darkness came
the unmistakable sounds OF osculation
in various parts of the room. Doubt.
less, IL was repeated in other parts OF
the train There were numerous COO
ing sounds, too, but nobody spoke ex.
cept Mrs. Temple, who was heard TO
murmur:
"Oh, Walter, dear, what makes your
breath so funny"
Next came a little yowl OF pain In
Mrs Fosdick's voice, and then day.
light flooded the car with a rush, as
If time had made an instant leap from
midnight to noon. There were inter.
esting disclosures.
Mrs Temple was caught with her
arms round the doctors neck, and
she blushed like a spoony girl. Mrs.
! Fosdick was trying to disengage her
hair from Mr. Fosdick's sCarfpin. Mrs
! Whitcomb alone was deserted. Mr.
Ashton was gazing devotion at Mrs.
Wellington and trying TO tell her
with his eyes how velvet he had
found her cheek.
But she was looking reproachfully
at him from a chair, and saying. not
without regret:
II heard everybody kissing every.
body, but | was cruelty neglected
Ashtons eyes widened with unbe.
! lief, he heard a snicker at his elbow,
and whirled 10 find the porter rub.
bing his black velvet cheek and
writhing with pent.up laughter.