The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 72: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. — -€63 “T reckon not.” “That will shock her.” “Undoubtedly, Craig. But women are queer creatures—you never know how to take ’em.” “Ah! you speak from experience, colonel.” “Yes, P’ve got the dearest little wife at home, as you know, and yet there are times when she is a puzzle to me—she has fits of the blues, and makes up for it by an exuberance of spirits. By Jove! Craig, no man can understand the vagaries of a woman’s soul; and yet they are the blessing of life, God knows. What would we do without them? I often compare my wife to a magnetic needle I’ve seen in a ship’s compass—quivering under the least motion, perhaps swaying a little right or left, but always returning true north. She’s as reliable as that needle in the compass.” I like to hear the colonel talk like this, for I have very tender memories of the dear mother, long gone, and my ideas of women are very much in the same strain as his. I know what their weakness is and again I appreciate their worth. No one has ever heard Duncan Craig, old bachelor that he is, rail against the sex. I pity those who do, for I know they must have had a wretched type of a mother. | There is nothing more to be done at present, since those we watch have retired. Iam just about to suggest to the colonel that we follow their example, and get some sleep while the Vestibule Limited boom; along toward Pittsburgh when a new party appears on the scene. This is the horse fancier. He has come to the toilet department to geta Gomilcboo cS (ele) mn