Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1921-12-08
The Honeymoon
Stateroorn
By DOROTHY WHITcOMB.
Copyright, 1921 Western Newspaper Union

erts had been engaged for more than
two years before he could afford to
marry, and something of the sedate-
ness of married life had already set
tied down On them. Then a sudden
promotion, with a considerable in
crease in salary, had changed all Johns
prospects. The future looked rosy.
1--WE must have no fuss, no wedding
party, and, above all, no foolish pranks
or rice throwing" John said on that
evening when he brought Cynthia the
wonderful news that they could now
be married. Cynthia had agreed cor
daily. There was no one to give her
away. John was assisted by Charlie
Murtaugh, his best man. The mar
riage was performed at noon in little
uptown church, and Immediately after
ward the couple left for the station,
en- route for Florida, where they were
to spend their honeymoon. Charlie ac-
companied them in the carriage to see
them off, and there was no rice throw
ing on the part of anyone.
do you know, dearest, Charlie
seems more frustrated than you do"
said Cynthia, smiling, as the carriage
rolled away. He was fidgeting nerv-
ously with his watch.
"Well, We'll make the l IA with ten
minutes to spare" be said.
"The :14!" exclaimed Cynthia in
horror. why, it is the l :O4, Charlie"
John bawled to the driver to whip
up his horses, and the vehicle dashed
into the station with two minutes to
spare.
Charlie was fumbling nervously in
his pockets, and his face was the color
Of chalk.
II can't find the tickets" he STAN
mered.
"Then I'll get some more, you
chump," yelled John, and made dash
for the ticket Office. At the door Of
the waiting room he encountered
Charlie, wandering aimlessly about
and looking for him. Outside he saw
Cynthia's brown hat and veil. John
brushed Charlie aside and ran toward
Cynthia, who was just getting aboard
the train. He swept past the porter
and followed her into the drawing
room section, turned round, and
slammed the door.
"Well, thank God, we pulled that
off, dearest!' he exclaimed, and a
scream awakened him to reality. The
woman in the section was not Cynthia
at ALL The train was moving, too.
"What are you doing here?" she
cried in terror, which Johns flushed
face and dishevelled appearance GER
tainly warranted. Help! Help!"
The door was burst open and a man
came in. He strobe between John and
the girl.
"Who is this fellow? Has he been
molesting you, dear?" he demanded.
"He called me dearest" said the
girl, beginning to. look fearful.
The man turned to John.
"Unless you can explain your pres
ence here satisfactorily within one
minute" he said, 81 shall first give
you the thrashing of your life and
then hand you over to the conductor"
"Tm perfectly willing to explain my
presence here, SIR" answered John
holly, "but first l must find my wife,
She is aboard this train. God help us
if she isn't" A happy thought struck
him. Help me to find her." he said,
"and then We'll have the explanations"
I'm willing to give you every Op.
portunity," answered the other.
He flung the door open and called
the porter. SIS there a lady in
e II" he asked.
mo, sah," answered the man grin
ming. sc is vacant, sah."
at was G IL or r." said John. I'm
not sure which"
They passed through the section and
the next one was G. Then suddenly
his eyes lit upon two figures that had
entered the car There she is!' he
shouted exutantly.
Two women in brown hats and wells
were coming down the aisle. One was
Johns wife, the other the strange
woman, and both were radiant with
smiles.
'Oh, l haven't told you, Cynthia
What do you think! This lady is Julia
Devoe, an old school chum whom
haven't seen for goodness knows how
long"
Julia Sayles since this afternoon"
said the double, blushing charmingly
Harry and were married at twelve
O'Clock at the"
Harry" exclaimed Cynthia, and
she took the tall man by the Shout
ders and swung him round SO hard
that he faced her Harry! Harry
Rossr' she exclaimed.
'Just think, john" she continued to
her husband, IF that silly old Charlie
Murtaugh didn't put the tickets in my
travelling bag, after ali.'
Charlie Murtaugh'!" exclaimed Julia.
"a stout young man with pink face
and a whitish-brown mustache, blue
eyes, high forehead. and wears striped
ties to match his socks?"
"Why, Julia, do you know him?"
'KnoW him I" cried Julia. "Why. he