Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-06-02
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: One cool afternoon in the early fall,
Chester F. Leroy, a gentleman-stoot
on the platform of the Albany depot
watching the procession Of passenger;
+ just arrived in the Hudson River boat
who defled past me on their way to the
cars. The Boston train, by which | had
core, waited as patiently as steam and
FIRE might, for their leisure, with only oc
c~asional and faint snorts of remonstrance
at the delay; yet still the jostling crowd
hurried past into the cars, and fitted
through them in search of seats; their
increasing numbers at length warned me
that | might find it difficult to regain my
own. and | turned to follow them.
Il beg your pardon. sir"
turned in obedience to the touch on
my arm, and saw a respectable looking
negro man before me, who bore the trav.
e ing bay and shawl, and was evidently
the attendant of a slender and stylish
young girl behind him. do | speak"
he said, bowling respectfully, and CHANGING
at the portmanteau | carried, on which
my surname was quite legible, do /
speak, sir, to Mr.. Leroy 2"
That is my name, at your service,
what can / do for you 2"
The young lady, Miss Florence Dun,
dard sir, who was to join you at Albany,
at six o'clock have charge of herr
He turned t, the person behind him.
This is Mr.. LIE Roy, Miss"
The young lady, whose dark blue eyes
had been scanning on me. as | could per,
ceive, through her blue silk veil, now
lifted it with an exquisitely gloved little
hand, and extended the other to. me. with
a charming mixture of frankness and tim
idity.
i am very glad to meet you, Mr.. LIE
Roy" said she. Il thought | should
know you in a moment. Cousin Jennie
described you so accurately. How kind
it was of you to offer to take charge oil
me. ! hope shan't trouble you"
In the midst of my bewilderment. at
being thus addressed by the sweetest
voice in the world, | managed to see that
| must make a proper reply, and proceed
ed to stammer out what thought an APP
propriate speech, when the servant, who
had left us for a moment returned, and |
abandoned it unfinished.
did you see to my baggage, Edward?"
asked his mistress.
Yes. Miss it is all on"
"Then you had better hurry to reach
the seven o'clock boat. Good bye and
tell them you saw me safely Of"
l stood like one in a dream, while the
man haAded me the two checks fer the
trunks and endued me with the light bag
gage he had carried; but | was aroused
by the young lady's asking me if We had
not better secure seats in the cars, and
answered by Offering her my arm. In
ten minutes we were seated side by side.
and trundling out of Albany at IA rate
that grew faster and faster.
l had now time to reflect, with that
lovely face opposite me, but where was
the use. Some strange mistake had un
doubtedly been made, aud had evidently
been taken for another person of the same
name; but how to remedy this nov, with.
out alarming the innocent young lady in
my charge, how to find the right man,
with the right name, among several hun
dred people, and how to transfer her,
without an unpleasant scene aud expla
nation, TO the care of some one whose
person was no less strange to her than
mine While these thoughts whirled
through my head, | happened to encoun
ter those smiling eyes fixed on me, and
their open, unsuspicious gaze decided me.
Il will not trouble or distress her, by
any knowledge of her POSITION" | con
Guided, but will just do my best to fill
The place OF the individual she took me
for, and conduct her wherever she wishes
to go, it l eau only Gnd where it is n /
turned to her with an atfectation OF
friendly ease as l was very far from feel.
ing, and said, 1t is q long journey, Miss
Florence"
do you think SO? But it is very
pleasant, isn't it? Cousin Jennie enjoyed
1t SO much T.
"Ah, indeed"
Why, what a queer man |" she said.
with a little laugh. Docs she never
tell you. as she does me in all her letters,
how happy she is, and that ST. Louis is
the sweetest place in the world to live
in? Dear mel that | should have to tell
her W husband first. How we shall
laugh about it when | get there"
So il. was to St. Louis we were going
and was her cousin Jenaie's husband,
| never was SO thankful for two pieces Of
information in my life.
"And how does dear Jennie look ? and
what is she doing ? and how is my dear
aunt Beman ? do tell me the newsl"
Jennie" said ! mastering courags
and words, " is the dearest little wife II
the world, you must know, only far toe
fond of her scamp of a husband-as te
her looks, you cannot expect me to SAY
anything, for she always looks lovely L
me.'