The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1869-01-05
now, said TO myself, what plight he is

cd coachmau bowed before me.
Beg pardon, sir--Mr. smith,
Yes"
Carriage is waiting Step this way,
sir. If you please, sir"
! I followed him, wondering il indeed
my uncle had sent up carriage. II used
to be my aunts pet hobby--a barouche,
with the old English coat Of arms, which
hsd indeed, belonged 10 US. but had been
in disuse shuc the lmpoyerlshment oi
Raleigh Smith, of England I wasn't
quite sure what they were, but believed j,
was a sword and helmet upon piece OF
parchment, but it proved to he pen and
a sword against palette, which was very
appropriate, as there had been scholars,
artists, and military men among our an
cesiors.
"All we'll z" asked, good humoredlv
"All WE'LL answered Sambo, with q
grin, shutting the door. Then he looked
beck to say, with another grin:
Ladies very gay shis mornin'."
If my stately aunt and cousin were gay,
it was certainly worth rcmarking; so !
laughed little. and Sambo chuckled
again, and jumped upon his seat.
We ratified through the streets, under
an arch, up an avenue. Things began
to look strange.
Where are we y l asked. as Sambo
opened the carriage.door. do they
live here y
"Yes, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar, sir
At the same moment an elderly gentle.
man rushed out in the terrace to NEE!
me.
why, Smith, YOU are wonderfully
late" he exclaimed, shaking hands with
me.
The cars ran of the track answer.
ed | and before l could say anything
else be hustled me into the house.
Every thing ready. Hurry with youI
toilet and come down. Pity you trim
med your whiskers so close; it alters
your appearance very much Robert
help Mr. Smith dress Right in here
Smith. Hurry, now, the ladies are wait
ing"
found mvsclf in a luxurious dressing
room, and a mulatto was respectfully in
attendance | sat down and looked a,
him.
What is your name2 2"
+" Robert, sir Will you be so kid a!
to hurry, sir? They are waiting on YOU.
gave him the key to my portmanteau
s,A.l sit,a.-d in,' srs ~ my fate, whatso
ever it might be. But thugs were yer,
strange.
"Whcre is my uncle?' asked I, q.
Robert dextcrously arranged my garnet
sleeve buttons.
Your uncle? Oh, yes, SIR" with :
bad attempt at not smiling, he's witt
the ladies', SIR
"How long have they lived here ?"
"Don't know, sir. I've only been her,
a day or two. There, sir, do you wan
anything more I"
No; | was arrayed in my best apparel
and looked well, though my whiskers, in
stead of being trimmed, were of earl,
growth, and have never been Of an,
length
was met at the foot of the stairs b,
!, the ilrepressible Mr.. Dunbar.
Its all tixed,' said he. You'll b.
married at once. | had different arrange
ments made was going to give you an,
Rose Il chance to get little acquainted
but that railroad delay spoiled that. Tn
Rev. Mr.. Lawson is here. Come RICH
along. a std upper lip, now
lie led me into long reception room
Some ladies shook hands with me.
tiny, golden-haired creature was put a
my side. The clergyman married us
Then there was chatter Of congratula
tons
: One WOMAN it'll horrible scarlet hea
dress, put her hand Oh my arm and too
me aside.
What arrangements have you mad
for the trip Y asked she.
None | answered, truthfnlly
But you are going to New York 70
week or two 7"
i thought New York as good plac
to go as any, if was expected to &
somewhere. and answered yes
Aunt Sophy," said trembling littl
voice at our elbows, "what must l d
. now Z"
"Run up stairs, and put on your trave
{ ing dress, child. Your Aunt Margare
will assist you"
at was my wife, She never lnoke
at me. but ran away again"
! Refreshments were circulating trie
[ very hard not TO 90 crazy.
/ AT last Dunbar came to the again.
= All ready, Smith Carriage is wa
; ting You'll catch the evening train wit
smart driving
3 They hustled me out again, kissc
; Rose, shook hands with lnc, and we two
a alone, were driving pell nell to the depo
i / bought tickets Tor New York, CAV
! Samho live dollars, and were or
Wen, we got into New York at mid
r night. l took carriage to the ST. Mel
5 olas, took rooms, locked the door, an
V told my wife all about it
4 She looked ut me awhile with her grcg
blue eyes, and then said innoccntly:
well. don't know MS it makes an
n difference.
b After all, what difference did /, make
G The d,sheveled young man with til
/, bumped forehead proved to be the ex
) pected Smith, but he didn't arrive unit
half an hour after our departure.
!. Dunbar came after us, raving, but ther
. was nothing to be dono
Rose was satisfied the other ma
! wasn't, but Imagine he was fellow G
/ bad luck.