Lower Sandusky freeman. (Lower Sandusky [i.e. Fremont, Ohio]) 1849-1849, 1849-03-03
M Misrellanenn MS
LOVE IN A STAGE COACH
BY AN OLD BACHELOR.

How it poured! rattle-rattle against
the easement Splash-splash on the ground un-
derneath all night, and now when awoke, here it
was raining away harder than ever, as if second
deluge was at hand Confound that breakfast bell
/ do wish there was no such thing as a breakfast
bell on a rainy morning for then one might lie
abed all day, or until the storm cleared off. Phi
losophers tells us that rain is necessary for the
economy of nature-it may be true, though / new
er trouble myself about such thing; but if So
men ought to be made like. dormice to sleep on in
a contaminated state, until the rain sees fit to
cease. Nature never intended us to be out in
shower, or we would have been born with patent
oil cloth or Indian rubber skins.
Down it poured! What on earth was to
do? The day before had been the brightest one
of the month of May, and as 1 had a passion for
walking in the country-more foei for it'll had
trugged away off here, eight miles and more from
town, to see country wedding, sa4er the good
orders used among friends" must Say that the
thing was very handsomely done, and that was
much edited thereat4so much 81 that one of
these days, shall perhaps tell how the parties de-
ported themselves, how many new hats there were
in the wedding companies, who dro1e the finest
horses and all the other matters of gossip inter
eating to young misses and old bachelors like my
self The day passed off with bright blue sky,
until towards dusk, whena a thunder>shower came
up. that lasted until bed time; but retired, fully
resolved that the morning would see clear sky
overhead. But morning came, and here it was,
pouring pouring down. in one dark, splashy, contin-
uous stream, for all the world like an old maids
scbjurgations when her tongue gets wagging!
Down I hurried to the breakfast table. had
just buttered my bread and was swallowing the
first mouthful of Coffee when the horn of the
coach to town was heard, and looking out>of the
window, l saw the vehicle, with its four smoking
horses dashing down the turnpike. 1t was my
only chance to reach the city that day. l bolted
my bread, gulped down the coffee till my throat
was scalded iammed my hat on my head, and
made dive through the door. The driver did
not see me, but cracked his whip with flourish
and went on. Ishouted Still the old villain did not
notice me, butwith another flourish of his whip set
his four-in-hand into brisker trot and ratified
down the hill Desperate with the fear of being
left pitched after him. spattering the mud around
at every STEP and shouting at the top of my lungs
but might have shouted and run on till dooms-
day, had not a passenger seen me and stopped the
deaf old sinner. Out of breath, wet to the skin,
covered with mud from head to foot, and not in
the best humor from the loss of my breakfast, /
mounted into the coach; but the instant placed
my foot inside the vehicle all my sulkiness vanish
ed, for there sat-the only passenger besides my
self--one of the loyest angels that ever blessed
an old richety coach, or warmed the soul of sour
Did you ever fall in love2 OF course. And
the lady was the lovliest of her sex? To be sure
Then this stage coach beauty was twice as hand.
some your sweetheart and if so, after this you
don't think my fellow passenger cherub, then
give up all hope of making you appreciate her
Such eyes, such teeth, and then such lips !-eged
it almost makes me crazy to think of them pu
myself down for the luckiest dog in the world
She was dressed in a plain straw cottage bonnet
with green veil" just such costume" said ]
:" as real lady wears when travelling and thel
she gave such a sweet but half roguish smile
as tumble into the coach, in the plight have de
scribed, that | knew her at once to be paragon il
the way of education taste, fortune, and all that
resolved-what knowing one wouldn't; to max
the agreeable off-hand, for there's nothing lik
meeting an heiress in stage coach, where sh
thinks she's unknown, and dreams that every at
tention paid to her springs from pure love; aher
ON your part.
l was in clover. What cared for rain. Splas
-splash--splash, ayel rain away there like blaze
3 sl-who cares? One does not get tete-a-tete with
!, pretty girl every day in the week-so determir
s ed to make the most of it.
). ''Tbe storm without might rare and rustic,
y Tom did mind the storm a whistle.''
z And, faith, what with few silly compliment
and my extraordinary good looks, soon got as COZ
with my unknown beauty, and she with me, as
we had been acquainted since the days of Noa
70 We talked of the wedding, for she too had bee
$, thereof the scenery, of the rain-and of whs
e. ever came upermost; and there was such char
ing frankness in all she said that really thoug
!, her the most winning little witch had ever see
and verify believe if the floor had been softer
l had known the accurate number of houses