The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1871-08-28
DAILY PRESS.
PORTLAN ND.
MONDAY, AUGUST %, 1871.
How the Gas went out at Saratoga and
What Happeneh.

On Friday. night while the Committee on
predigree, income, and old maids were sitting
in the parlor, the gas suddenly went out. 1t
was Egyptian darkness. The face of black
waiter made light spot in the room. All
Saratoga was in darkness. "The SUM-" office
had only one candle. The Saratogian lighted
up two old wide Awake" lamps. The Cnes-
terheldian HathOrn, with one candle in a bot
tie. went around, like DiO2tnes with his .lal-
tern, Looking tor an honest man. DIR. Hamil-
tons Chief bass singer gave out, and DIR. Strong
adjourned his prayer meeting. 1t was just in
TINS darkness that light came to me all a. once
at the Clarendon. 1t was ten O'Clock The
sIage droVe up from the depot. Almost every
E9y 1auy expected her husband on the train.-
Many young ladies expected their sweetbearts.
Nellher lne stage, the driver, nor the horses
,or mere WI visible From force of habit the passen-
gers ielt their way to the reception room
got mixed up with crowd Tweuts-five mar.
lleu lauies, Seven old maids, and four youno
iaoles commenced greeting the passengers in
the oarkness. MY dear " illiami wby did
you stay so long?" exclaimed a sweet yonne
wife, and then she threw her arms around nv
neck-our lips met. 1 wasn't going to be a
darned fool.
Far different.
ANOWt uOdit oWCCly HquIu tgcu DFunetto
threw her arms wildly around me. 80, Eu-
gene. why did you not write oftener?n she
sobbed,and then she sank sweetly my on bosom
said weep not julia" and then kissed her
sweetly 22 times. 1t was delicious. II made
me think OF my first wife and my college days
at Yale. A pcndrOus matron now approach
ed-dress decoiiete, ,'hair la pOmpadour.-
She took me in her arms and whispered, 80.
Charles, did you bring my beautiful dog-did
you?"
Madame my name is not Charles, and l hate
dogs. ia Kill every d-d-d-, but she fell
fainting at my feet.
. sweet, golden haired blonde now took nv
hand. She pressed it gently, saying: "Dear
Albert, know 1t is you, and am so glad TO
see you! You won't dance with Lizzie Smith
now, will you? Now, do promise mep' |
said wouldn't Then she held her cheek
close to mine. 1t was hot with loves young
hope and pure, sweet affection. We were very
happy. None but wicked man would have
brouSht sadness to this sweet, pure young
heart-full OF confidence, warm with virgin af-
lection, and beautiful with splendid giriish-
ness.
"Do you still love me Albert ?" she whis-
pered.
Undoubtedly" remarked.
GLOW much darllng?"
"a heap"
~, am too happyp she murmured, as
she twisted her fingers in my auburn hair
and held me in sweet embrace.
This sort of thing went on for seventeen
minutes, when c. Leland appeared in the dis
tance with tallow candle. l quietly with
drew and mingled unobserved in the crowd.
l have seldom seen such an affectonate scene.
1t was great display of affection. One mar
ried gentleman was holding the hands of two
ladies'. The hair of the ladies was generally
crihpess, while the hair of the gentlemen did
not display parting place. reflected show
kin such things be, and overcome us like a
| Summer shOwer?" l consulted with Josh
Billings. He says they kant. So / resolved to
| leave the place. came back to Congress Hall
| and found the young ladies and young gentle
| men having grand ball by candle light. Each
young lady held in her bands penny dip
| They flew through the Lanclers like ghosts in
| Macbeth. Eight streaks of light made a
terrible criss-cross, as the dance went on
When the grand chain came, the lights re-
| volved like gigantic fourth cfJuly pin-wheel
1t was great night for Saratoga. The young
people liked it. Some prefer darkness rather
than light, because their ways are evil. /
prefer the light. So does Mr.. Traverse, Mr..
| Hunter, Mr.. BOody, Mr. Beakman, Mr. Bsse
and Peter Gilsey and L. c. Strong, OF the Tro,
| Wing.
Eight young people became engaged at Con
gress Hall that nightly. Y. Commercial
| Advertiser.