The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-09-17
LOVE IN A sTAGE-OOAOF.
BY \ BACHELOR

How It poured Rattle, rattle against the case
mont; splash, splash ON the ground underneath,
all night; and now, when l awoke here, it was
raining away harder than ever, as if second
deluge were at hand. Coniound the breakfast
bell do wish there was no such thing as a
breakfast on a rainy morning; for then one
might lie abed all day, or until the storm cleared
| of. Philosophers tell us that rain is necessary
for the economy of nature; it may be true,
though never troubled myself much about such
things; but if so, men ought to be made like
dormice-to sleep in Inconsistencies until the
rain sees fit to cease. Nature never intended us
to be out in a shower, or we would have been
born with patent oil-cloth or lndiarubber skins
Down it poured What on earth was | to do
The day before had been the brightest one of the
bright month Of May; and as | had passion for
walking in the country more fool for til had
Tudged away off here, eight miles or more from
town, 10 see "a country wedding, 'ater the Orier
used among Friends" / must say that the thing
was very handsomely done, and that l was much
edited. So much so, that one of these days l
shall tell how the parties depOrted themselves
how many new hais there were in the wedd ng
company, who drove tbs finest horses, and ali
other matters of gossip, so inter sting TO young
NH ses and old bachelors like myself The day
passed of, with bright blue sky, until towards
dusk, when a thunder shower came up that lasted
till bed-timc but l retired fully resolved that the
morning would see clear SKY over my head;
but The morning had come, and here it was, pour
ing down in one dark, spla, by, continuous stream
for all the world like an old maids objurgatious
when her tongue gets wagginR.
Down hurried to the breakfast table. l had
just buttered my breBd, and was swallowing the
first mouthful of coffee, when the horn of the
coach to town was heard, and, looking out OF the
window, j saw the vehicle, with lis four smoking
horses, dashing down the turnpike. IL was my
only chance to reach The city that day. | bOlted
my bread, eulped down the coffee til my throat
was scaldeo, jammed my hat on my head, and
made dive through the door. The driver did
not e c me; but cracked his whip with flourish
and went on. shouted still the old villain did
not notice me, but with another flourish of his
whip, set his fOur-in hand on brisker trot, and
ratified down the hill.
Desperate with the fear of being left, pitched
after him, scattering the mud around at every
| step, and shouting at the top of my lungs; but
| might save shouted on till doomsday, had not a
passenger seen me, and stopped the old sinner
| ut Of breath vet TO the skin. covered with mud
from head TO foot, and not in the best humOr from
| the less of my breakfast mounted into the
coach; but the instant placed my foot inside
| the vehicle, all my sulkness vanished, for one of
| the luYeeSt angels that ever blessed Tickety
old coach, or warmed the soul of u sour, break
iastless bachelor with her presence, sat upon the
hack seat
Did you ever fall In love? OF course. And
the lady Was the luveliest OF her sex To be
sure. Then The stage coach beauty was twice as
| handsome a. your swcCtheart; aud II, after this,
| you don't think my fellow passenger a cherub,
then give up all hope Of making you appreciate
her. such eyes, such teeth, aud then lips -egdd /!
t almost makes me crazy 10 think Of them. /
| put myselt down for the uckiest dog in the
| world. she was dressed in u plain straw cottage
| bonnet. with green yeil-',iust such costume, ="
said ] "as real lady wears when trayeIing'-
| and tLcn shc gave me such sweet, hue half
| roguish smile, as / tumhed INTO the coach ia the
| plight have des sCTibtd, that ] knew her az OuCe
| 10 be paragon In the way Of education, taste,
| fortune, and all that and resOved-what know
tI u 4 Hf Tr4. ln oh Ia RfF
| hand, for there is nothing like meeting an heiress
ln astaEC-cOgCl, where She thinks she is unknown,
and dreams tbat every attention paid TO her
! springs from true lOyC--ahCm .-Ou your part
| was in clover What cared l iOr rain ?
splash, splash splash, aye rain away there, like
| hlaZcs-Whu cares One doesn't get a tote-l-tltr
with pretty girl every day of the Wcek-so 1
| lCtumiltd 10 make the best OF IL.
And, faith, with few sly compliments, and my
| extraordinary good looks, soon got cosy with
| my unknown beauty, and She with me, as If we
bad been acquainted since the days of Noah We
talked OF the wedding, for she too had been there
| --ui the sCgngTy-ut thc rain-and of whatever
| came upFcrmCst and there was such q charming
fanlncss iu an She said, that really thought
her Inc most winning little creature had ever
seen; and verify believe 10 the floor had been
| softer and had known the accurate number OF
houses of which would be tenant. in courtesy, /
should have gone down on my knees 20 her at
| once. / hate showing ones learning OF ia pub
lc, 20 l avoided anything like literature, though
] saw by the intelligent eyes of the Charmcr, tha.
she had a soul alive 10 all the liner sensbiity Of
| nature.
AT length we got on the subject Of house-lecp-
| ing. Now, il there is anything hate 10 is d
| woman that can't keep house, and tremblod at
| every word, lest nay charmcr should confess her
| ignorance OF these matters, Shade Of Apicus
! how my heart leaped when she told me that
| hardly a day passed in which she did not make
| bread, or pics, or spOnge-Cak or some other of
| those shimshaWs that delight the heart Of man !;
and in expatating on such delicacies she rose 70
| pitch Of elOquence that never heard surpassed
l could not resist my feelings, but snatched her
| hand TO my lips and kissed 1t.
Yes l felt that she was destined to be mine
for If there is anything that wife ought to know
| il is this. / come of race of caterers. My
| grandfather lunched on half dozen rabbits, and
died at last Of a surfeit produced by eating two
| roast pigs. Ny father can break his fast on
Dfaee OF capons or ceyour pair Of turkeys
| Without having 70 pick his teeth aud brother
oi mine can wek.m a hundred oysters and dishes