The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-10-30
MIR. SMITHS ADVENTURE
By FRANCIS 4. DURIvAGE.

Smith had met in the lane, entering
and presenting o package and letter
on a silver salvsr. Smith dismissed the
man, opened the letter, and read:
"MR. WILLIAM SMYTHE: Your uncle
has begged me to write, because he has
the govt in his hand, and can't hold q
pen. He begs me TO cay that he wishes
YOU all sorts of happiness, but he cant
think of being present at the ceremony.
He sends You herewith hundred gum
cas- and letter of credit on bis banker
at Paris, and will expect you as soon rs
the honeymoon and Your tour on the
continent are ended. Humbly wishing
you JOY, for myself, l remain,
Yours To command,
SIMON SLOW"
al don't knew this Simon Slow"
thought Smith; "but suppose he's my
uncle's steward. Tue fellow thinks to
compliment me by spelling my name
Smythe; but plain Smith is good enough
for me. Us q respectable family, but
contains too many Johns
OF course, he pocketed the money
without demur, and prepared TO 60
through the ceremony with the easy
grace and nonchalance of man of the
world. He was introduced TO a great
maBy people, and shook hands so many
times that his shoulders ached. After
breakfast the carriage was announced.
The leave taking WAS hurried through,
the happy couple escaped from their
friends and took their seats, the pOStll-
ions piled whip and spur in anticlpa-
ton of liberal fees, and away they flew
behind four spanking bays at rafting
rate down the same road up which the
unconscious bridegroom had StrOlled in
melancholy mood that very morning.
As he glanced out of the window he
saw q fat pedestrian in drab CATERS,
wiping his persplring forehead and
toiling through the dust. Smith smiled.
Ifanything can add to the qualification
OF being whirled along in an easy run
ming carriage, it is to contrast IL with
the tolls of pedestrianism on a dusty
road. But little did Mr.. Smith suspect
who that unfortunate was. While Mr..
and Mrs. Smith are speeding on their
bridal tour, let us follow up tho little
fat pedestrian. Overcome with the heat
of the weather and his own eXertious,
he sat down on stone.
"Yot an 'orrid 'ot day " exclaimed, in
the purest cOckusy vernacular, AS he
mopped his crimson forehead with his
thick bandana. got enough 10 roast
an 'Ottentot! Not go.-tO think of
that hero henging runnin' of the rail,
and spillin' hall the passengers! Not
hescape for me. Wonder if | ham in
the right directiOn' That looks as if it
might be the 'ouse. 'Cllo, you, sir"
l.. "a ha
servant in livery whom we have before
encountered, and who was now strolling
aloug, visibly affected By champagne
before breakfast
"Who are you speaking toy said he,
loftily.
ITO your was the reply, Whose
'ouse is that"
"Mr. Wruggles's,'
81 thought SO. He's your master,
hey ~
The servant nodded
well, you're expecting somebody,
amt you nowf'
"Oh, no." replied the servant
Nobody :" asked the pedestrian,
eoa1lngly, and placing Zip" in the !
hands of the servant. vkere's your
young ladyr
"GOne off, exclaimed the servant.
"Vhere 7 and with whom"
with her husband"
"Er husband! Itaiut possible ~ cried
the cockney.
with my own eyes, said the servant.
"Vst's your name" cried the cock
ney.
"Ssm."
"Then, Sam, show NE to your master
Unjust see I'm hinstantly! hinstant.
" !" cried the little cockney. with a
tragic air.
There was something so Imperative
in his manner that the servant did not
hesit TO comply with his demand. He
took him into the house, and ushered
him into the presence OF Mr.. Wruggles.
There is nothing very july in parting
with an only daughter, and even Mr..
Wruggles, who was one of the heartiest
OF mottais, left alone in his drawing
room, While his wife mad gone upstairs
10 nave good cry, was not in the best
Poss,ole hnmor. SO after motioniug his
guest TO seat, he inquired, some what
sourly:
pray, s'r.to what am indebted to
the honor of this visit ?,
Ivy, SIT" replied the little cockpev
with the same phraseology OF poli,s'
ness and rigid severity OF mannar ..I
simply came 10 pay my respects. and
to hinquire after the 'ealth Of your fam.
ily."
"Sir, am much obliged 10 you for
your solicitude," replied Mr.. Wrug.
giles. "My family are pretty well, l
thank you"
"Hincluding your daughter, 'ope,"
said the cockney, bowling.
Including my daughter" said Mr..
WIuggles. You are aware, perhaps,
that she was married this morning.
Married" cried the eockney, start
any to his feet. Married! I'll trouble
you to repeat that expression, Nj.
Wruggles."
My daughter was married this morn.
Ing" replied the bereaved father, with