The Republican journal., 1872-12-26
Correspondence N. Y. Sun.

CORNING, n. ! =, Nov. /.
! arrived here recently, and took mp my
quarters at the Dickinson House After |
had removed the marks Of travel | went
down stairs, and Stroled about the hotel
with my cigar Soon | observed {. tall
venerable gentleman, carefully dressed
walking up and down, smoking a cigar,
and swinging goll-headed cane Lean
ing against the clerks counter was i tall
thin sallow-iace man, with blonde hair
and moustache, and also smoking a cigar
This gentleman hal already been pointed
out to me rs Mr.. Cole, Il leading politician
of the county.
By md by | observed the old gentleman
pause and look ut Mr. Cole very closely.
Mr.. Cole raised his mild blue eye. and
gazed dreamily ut the old gentleman.
Presently the latter stepped toward Mr.
Cole, aud said in ! very courteous man
ner, excuse me, sir, but think Eve seen
you before"
Very likely" Mr.. Cole replied, 1--WE
been there frequently"
''Ila, ha han laughed the Old gentle
man. 'That's very good. Put really,
think Eve met yon somewhere on other
before tonight"
alt is not Improbable" was MIR. Coles
reply, "At all events.p he continued
with twinkle in his hlur eyes, there's
no reason why we shouldn't know each
other now
That's so,' said the old gentleman,
''and here's my hand"
Mr.. Cole took the hand very carefully
into his, worked it up and down once or
twice, and then restored it to the old zen
a., N.
and they got to talking As had nothing
else to do. smoked my cigar and watched
them. Presently, after walking up and
down the passage, they came and stood
50 near TO where was that | could not
but overhear all that passed.
"Now, look at me, sir" said the Old
gentleman, Strengthening himself up, and
putting his cane under his arm with a
flourish.
Mr. Cole looked 1T him as he desired.
''lloW old do you take me to be, sir?"
the venerable man asked. with his head
on one side
cover twenty-five, ," Mr. Cole answered,
alter having apparently considered him
attenively for a few moments.
cover sixty, sir" the old gentleman
said, cutting it up into syllabes, and pac-
ing his right forefinger somewhere on Mr..
Coles waistcoat. And what do YOU
think?' he added
Mr.. Cole threw himself into a thought
tul attitude, but said nothing.
"What do you tn nix, sir?" the venerable
man went on Il WAS married last Tues
dayw
$50 was IT, exclaimed Mr. Cole, en-
Enthusiastically.
The venerable gentleman seized Mr.
Coles hand, and shook it like 4 small
earthquake. GLOW remarkable" he went
oni "only to think both married last Tues
day." And he kept on squeezing Mr.,
Coles hand and shaking it with the energy
OF an early friend. Then they went up to
the bar and the old gentleman stood
champagne. The old gentleman invited
me as Il stranger to Join them, and after
some hesitation | did SO, especially as the
old gentleman said, eyeing me intentlv.
"Why, I've met you in Philadelphia ut the
Continental" He brought out of his in
side pocket the portrait of his wife and
showed it to US. We SAID it was lovely.
He stood more champagne. We talked
variously. The old gentleman explained
to me the bonds that united Mr. Cole to
himself. Glow singular!" he said ''both
married last Tuesday,"
He stood champa gne for the third time
He wanted Mr.. Cole to stay all night and
talk on matrimony and such like Mr.
Cole tried to excuse himself, but the old
gentleman called for more champagne,
saying: ''By Jove, it wasn't every day
you met with snch a remarkable coinci-
dence." Mr.. Cole held up his glass of |
champagne. and, looking at it with appro-
baton, said ''No, it was not"
After while Mr.. Cole said he must 90 |
as his wife had been up all the last night
with the badly
''The babyr' exclaimed the venerable
gentleman, replacing the halt raised glass
of champagne on the counter with such
force as to break the stem, and almost
choking with surprise; ''the baby! Why |
you told me you were married last Tues
dayr
$50 was," said Mr.. Cole, "and have
been, for the last fifteen years.
The old gentleman gave gasp, hauled
out his purse, and paid the bill. Then he
went through the door like telegraph
post playing locomotive.