The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-06-29
WHOLE NO 1901

In a few minutes he would be at Mary Full
ler's house. He Thought Of her, and felt
ashamed and downright guilty. What
would Mary, his little wife that was to be.
say, if she knew be bad been aching so?--
AS these things passed rapidly through
his mind, he began to study how to get ovt
of the affair quietly and decen1y.
You go on in the next stage, suppose.
to the next town and perhaps still farthsr2'
sQh mol not mel
What could she mean? But he had no
time to indulge in conjecture; the stage
drove up slap in front Of Pa6on Fl1lers
door, and there was the venerable psrson
and his good lady in the door way; he with
lamp in his hand ready to receive-Wal-
ter. as he supposed.
Where will you stop in the village? [
win come and see you
4 shall stop where you stop. won't
leave you. Hero you have been kissing
me this last half hour, and now you wan.
to run away and leavene: l am determin
ed to expose you to that old clergyman and
his wife in the door way yonder; more than
that, your darling little wife that is to be,
as you called her in the stage, shall know
all about it.
What situation for modest moral
man. 1t was awful To be laughed at
ekposed-and who was she? Could il Be
possible? He had heard of such charac.
tersl 1t must be; but she was very pretty
and he to be the means rof bringing such
a creature into the very house of the good
and pious old clergyman, and his sweet
old pet and playmate--his Mary Fuller
He saw it all. 1twas Judgment sent up
on him. What business had hs to be kiss
ing a strange girl, if she was pretty? His
uncle and aunt had como clear down the
stone walk to the door yard gale, almost to
the stone door which the driver had open
ed. Walter felt that he was doomed; but
he had to get out:
Don't for Gods sake expose me, young
womanp
4 wiIl-get out
! Oh thought Walter, IFS all over with
me, and now he shakes hands with the
clergyman and fings his arms around the
aunt
Nary exclaimed themother; our Mary
is in the stage, as live! So, SO, you
would come up with your cousin, an?
yes, mother; and what do you think tho
impudent East Indian has been doing? He
has kissed me at least hundred times, and
that isn't all; he tried to persuade me to
keep on in the stage and not get out at alli'
tAhl no wonder he kissed you; he hasn't
seen you for so many years. How glad
you must have been when you met! But
what is the matter with you, Walter?
Let the driver stop, and leave yonr trunka:
your fathers as he goes by, and DO you
come in the house. Why, what is the
matter? Are you dumb?'
Aren't you ashamed ofyourself, Walter
not to speak to my mother when she Is
talking to you?' chimed in Miss Molly.
Walter now found his voice; and before
he got fairly inside, Miss Mary was his
debtor for round dozen of kisses, which
she took very kindly. But as for Walter,
his mind was made up. He had turned
over the subject for the last three minutes.
He would marry the strange girl Ho
was grateful; she had saved him from deg
relation, loss of character, and every thing
else, but would she forgive him for being
sofree with strange girl in stage coach.
Doubtful; but she should have chance
The wanderer received glad welcome
from his friends in his own native village,
and Mary Fuller was his travelling compan.
ion about the place; and together they eros
sed the door sill Of every farm house with
in circle of five miles round. Walter
had seen enough of the outside Of the great
world. He had made some money, too,
enough for his modest wants; he was old
enough to marry and so was Mary Fullers
and before three months more had rolled
over their heads, the venerable father had
made them one in the front parlor of the
old Globe. When the vows had been spo-
ken, the last prayer made and the blessing
pronounced, Walter clasped Mary to his
breast, and imprinted on her sweet lips an
other first kiss, and now it was the first
thrilling kiss of married love, and as he
held her for a rrement in his ardent embrace
she whispered gently into his ear: Walter
dear, it's understood in the VOW: No more
kissing strange girls in stage coach!
Years have flown by since then, and now
Walter Marshall and his gentle wife, and
the little people they call their Hstockin trade
are living pleasantly and happily somewhere
on the other side Of the AIleghanies near
a place called Pittsburgh, where he owns
large tracts of mines; not humbug, wishy-
washy, shining tracts of gold, but real
hard substantial coal mines, productive to
himself and to the country he lives in.