Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1867-06-28
Disasters of a Wedding Day.

In a small chamber in the best ho
tel in Copenic, the poulterer Bammel
of Berlin, was ensconsed in bed
surrounded by curtains, and snoring
Justify. -H
BY the side Of his bench stood a
small table, upon which was small
bell; upon two chairs, placed close
together, was his open portmanteau
while over two more chairs hung his
black coat and ditto trowsers, whits
waistcoat, crayatand white kid gloves
all arranged with the incest care.
1t was by no means early, and yet
Herr Bammel slept on uninterrupted
and his deep heavy breathing gave nc
signs that he would soon awaken
when from the adjoining room the soft
wailing notes of trumpet vibrated
TREMENDOUSLY through the bed chamber
of our poulterer.
Suddenly the cultural snoring tones
ceased and Bammel, disturbed in his
slumbers, turned heavily on his bed
and after awhile stretched out from
between the curtains his uncovered
sleepy head.
who can it be that's signing here =?
he muttered, in a hoarse voice. q
can't see any oner
And having made the last remark
he drew back his head and endeavor
ed to compose himself to sleep; he
had not, however, reposed long wher
the same doleful whining tone Of the
trumpet sounded once more through
the room.
What, again said Bammel, sitting
up in his bed. 1T has gone on like
that the whole night. The devi
himselfcould not sleep quietly through
| itr
He settled himself for the second
time, and drew the coverlet we'll over
his ear but few minutes had scarely
passed before the same sound stole
again through the apartment
This is not to be borne crieC
Bammel springing up in his couch
Il do believe this cursed inn is haunt
ed and he grasped the bell upon the
small table and rang it furiouSly. 1
was not long before the door upon tho
landing was opened, and a lanky fig
ure,with a night-cap on his head, peep
ed into the room.
Are you the waiter?' asked thc
poulterer.
No. replied the individual address
ed, stepping nearer; I'm the boots
we have no walters here.
Shut the door, can't you?' roareC
Bammel, do you wish to give me ;
cold on my wedding day?'
The boots having done his bidding
BammeI looked searchingly at him
as he asked, in rather a more subduet
voice:
4 say, who is this that is eternall,
signing here?
Signing repeated the man with
face Of blank astonishment.
Yes, l tell you! continued Ban
mel, Il have had no peace the blesse'
night for these sighs. They were th
most awful, horrid sounds
1T must have been the watchman
replied the boots.
The watchmenp exclaimed Ban
mel in surprise. Does he sigh her
in Copenic p
No. replied the other, 'he blows
horn; don't they blow horn also
Berlin p
No, they don't; with US the watcl
men are silent enough, for they Onl
Sleep but scarcely had the poultere
uttered these words when the melaI
choly moan vibrated again throug
the chamber.
Bammel and the boots stared i
dismay at each other.
WAS that the watchman {? demant
: ed the former.
No; that certainly was not tt
, watchman.
Who occupies the room next door
continued the poulterer.
Herr Wermuth,' swered tt
boots.
: Herr Wermuth p asked Bamme
where does the fellow come from +?
He is of Copenick,' replied the Sc
| want, and he has engaged the roo
e next to yours for four and twen1
/ hours.
e Bammel's face grew purple wi
!, anger.
4 what a vile proceeding he sal
3 TO hire a room here merely to di
d turb my rest! On the day of n
|, marriage too. But | am determine
s I'll go to sleep again. Goodnight
l, Go to sleep again, muttered Johal
d why, it's half past eight already
y That's not an hour to be lying
d bedr
Half past eight alreadyr repeat
L Bammel, starting up in consternatic
l. and at half past nine | am to fetch +
d bride to be married. | have no tin
u to lose So saying, he sprang hurrie
y ly out of bed, pulled on this trowse
d flung his dressing gown over his sho
l. ders, and then issued forth from
IS hind the bed curtains.
7, Are you going to be married p as
1. ed boots, contemplating with surpr
the poulterer's no longer very juven
features. so late in life p
IS Bammel turned round angrily.
Al What do you mean 2 he asked S;
q, agely, adding with certain dogg
Il energy, Yes, l am going to maj
}. Miss Therese Susemichel of this tow
st The boots scanned the eldel