Sioux County pioneer., 1922-07-13
The Honeymoon
Stateroom
By DOROTHY wHlTcoMB.
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 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 Mt 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 illustrated than you dot"
said Cynthia, smiling, as the carriage
rolled away. He was fidgeting nerv.
ously with his watch.
swell, we'll make the IA with ten
minutes to spare" he said.
"The 1:14!" exclaimed Cynthia in
horror. "Why, 1t is the 1:04, 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 stam-
mered.
"Then I'll get some more, you
clun,p," yelled John, and made a 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 abourd
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
or. dearest !" lie exclaimed, and q
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
tailAy warranted. "Help! Help =
The door was burst open and man
the girl. A85~
"Who is this fellow? Has he been
molesting you, dear?" he, demanded.
81 "He called me dearest" said the
girt. beginning to look fearful.
Tile mas ttlrDetd to John.
| "Unless you can exFlaiH your pres.
ence here satisfactorily within one
minute" he said, II shall first give
you the thrashing Of your life and
thea hand you over to the conductor" f"
I'm I,ssfectly willing to explain my
presence here, sis,'' answered John
hotly, "but first l must find my wife.
She is aboard this train. God help US
II she isn't" A happy thought struck
ht.a. "Help me to find her." he said,
"and then wsR have the explanations" !"
'1'm willing to giEe you every op-
portunity," answered the ott,ef,,
He flung the door open and called
the porter. "1s there a lady in
q IT. he asked.
mo. sab" answered the man grim
ming. "E IL vacant, sah."
1T was G II or 12.p said John. I'm
not sure which,"
They passed through the section and
the next one was G. Then suddenly
bis eyes vt upon two figures that had
entered tie car, "There she is!" he
shouted exultantiy.
Two women in brown hats aud wells
were coming down the aisle. One was
Johns wife, the other the strange
woman, and both were radiant with
smiles.
"Oh. haven't told you, Cynthia.
What do you think! This lady is Julia
Deyoe, an old school chHm whom I
haven't seen for goodness knows how
long," 4. s-.
"Julia Sayles since this afternoon"
said the double, blushing charmingly.
HAIRY and were married at twelve
O'Clock at the"
"HarryW exclaimed Cynthia, and
she took the tall man by the shoul-
ders and swung hia fou4d 80 hard
that he faced her "Harfy} Harry
Ross!" she exclaimed. 49,
"Just think, john" she continued to
her husband, III that silly old Charlie
Murtaugh didn't put the tickets in, my
travelling bag, after all.''
&Gbarlie Murtaugh" exclaimed Julia.
"a stout young man with pink face
and whitish-bf0Wa mustache, blue
eyes. high forehead, and wears striped
ties to match his socksW
"Why, Julia. do you know himf"
"Know him I" cried Julia. "Why, he