The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-01-28
Mist&lIanRons SeI&ttiu1ts
TWICE IN LOVE.
BY MRS. R. B. EDsoN.

The cars were an hour and halt
behind time, and some doubts were
finding expression about their gett-
ing through at all that night. The
roads and by-ways were blocked with
snow-drifts, and though the storm
had ceased, and here and there star
shone through the thin cumuli, the
strong wind filled the air with fine
icy particles that blew in ones face
most disagreeably.
The half dozen walters at the sta
ton had dwindled down to two, the
station-master and tall, stout young
fellow, who, with overcoat buttoned
about the ears, and trousers tucked
into his boots, strobe impatiently up
and down the narrow platform, oc-
casionally leaning over to look down
the long line of track towards the
city.
unfortunate, this storm" said
the station-master, drawing his cap
down over his ears.
"Yes." was the brief answer.
"Reckon there wont be a wedding
tonight, any way
"The cars are coming, Mr. Allen, -
was the quiet remark Of the young
man addressed, not apparently no
ticing his companions suggestive
remark.
There was little silence, broken
only by the labored putting of the
engine, and the steady, monotonous
ringing of the bell, as the train NOV
ed slowly up, the huge show plow
tossing the light snow in every direc-
ton.
Five or six men sprang out onto
the platform, the engineer rang the
bell, and the train moved slowly a.
way. The men came into the room,
stamping the snow from their. feet,
and huddled a moment about the
stove, discussing the storm, and the
various detentions on the route.
By the light of a dingy lantern
swinging in the wind under the mar
row awning, the young man before
mentioned had scanned closely each
passenger as he alighted. After the
train moved off, and the men had
disappeared inside, he went round to
the end of the little building, and
unhitching a tall, powerful-limbed
horse, sprang into the carriage and
drove away
"Guess there won't be a wedding at
the coloneps tonight" said Alden,
coming out of his little Office in the
corner of the room, and locking the
door carefully after him.
"Why, what's upY" asked one OF
the men at the stove, and the storm
the matter under discussion-was
instantly abandoned.
"Why, Morrill, hasn't come. He
was to be here in the noon train, but
he didn't come. Russ has been here
waiting for over two hours, as glum
as tombstone"
81 don't believe this storm would
have kept me at home if SO pretty a
girl as Lefty Thorton was waiting
! to call me husband" said one OF
them, laughing.
"Or any other girl, pretty or ug-
w." was the quick rejoinder, follow
ed by a general laugh, the speaker
weakness for women being some
what notorious.
'sHe wasn't on the cars when got
| in, at Dalton, for 1 went through the
three passenger cars. If it wasn't
for that, 1 should think he got of al
benton, it's about as near Colone
IThornton's," said the first speaker
after the laugh had subsidized.
"But he never stops there, the
.road is hard; anC of cours he would
! expect some of the coloners folk:
down here to meet him." interrupt
ed Alden.
what time was the wedding tC
come off? Rather a rough trick, !
saw" And the weather and the late
ness of the hour we're quite forgot
ten in the absorbing interest will
which the wedding, the bride anC
the absent groom were discussed
The interest was the more remark
able from the fact that the party wal
composed entirely of gentlemen, wh'
lit is welI-known never take the leas
possible interest in weddings-ex
r cept possibly their own-or GOSSIP
of any kind.
In the meantime Russell Thorn
Iron had ridden home, a long tw'
mii',es, through the drifted country
0If il weren't that everybody il
this miserable little town knew o
Letty's expect'e ed marriage it wouldn
be 50 annoying, = he muttered, petu
lantly, as he came "a sight of home
and saw the great square house light
ed from top to bottom. "The idet
Of Ketty's name being in the mouti
of every country boor-by Heaven
believe I should like to horsSWhll
: Mr.. Lancelot Morrill,.
The door opened, and a little hg
ure, looking itselflike snow-wreatn
u, leaned out into the darkness, ant
called in the softest and cleares
2 voice, with a little upward inhec
ton:
"Lancelot?'
"He has not come-go In out Q
the snow, Lefty" was the abrup
alIQost sharp answer