Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-09-14
Our Honeymoon.


a little wayside station, "what DO Won
say to some lunch? | can step ont here
aud get you anything you fancy. 1t
may seem dreadful thing for a bride.
groom to confess, but | begin to feel
quite sharp after our early dinner. II
you don't mind my leaving you for five
minutes"
| signiticd that an absence of that dn-
ration might be supported, and Fred
started for the refreshment-r0om.
We had been married Just three DAYS,
and the glamour of the honeymoon was
upon cverything-the atmosphere was
rarfied beyond that brealhed by every
day morialS-the earth glorifpd with Il
new beany-the heavens with new
light. We ate not bread and beeisteak,
but some ambrnsial dish nntasted before,
aud drank golden nectar, etherealized
from hot cotftepoin.
/ watched Fred from the car window
until lie disappeared in the reirpshmtn nj
room. What a splendid fellow he was
Such eycs-such II mind-sIch teeth
such heart-such II general combina.
ton of perlccilonS! How charming
how ghttul-how altogether mex
pressible it was to belongto to him forever,
never to be separated more .--when,
whiz, clang! Horrors the train was eff
again-otf with Fred still discussing
bon"d turkey in the eating-saloon, and
his faithful wife hopclcssly quiescrn, in
the ladies' car-nif, laundering at the
rate of thirty miles an hour, those whom
law and Gospel both declared only death
should part.
"What's the matter, mum ?" asked the
conductor noticing my excitement.
"rhere there's a gentleman left be-
hind" | gasped.
"ls there, mum? 2" was the stoical re-
ply. "Bless your soul, that's nothing
new"
"But-but he's my husband" I falrer-
ed, blushing to my tinger-iips, as felt
that fact ao0s something new.
Three ladies turned around to stare at
me, and there was an unmis,akable litter
beneath the heavy mouslache OF gen
tlenan who sat Opposite.
"Sorry, mum, but it can't be helped.
If gents will stop at barroom to wet
whistles, we can't wait for 'cm."
A bar-ro"m Fred in II bar-room, wet
ting his whislIe What did the odious
man mean? | tried to crush him with
look, but | wasn't equal to it. Fred, my
Frcd-in a bar-room
"1ou needn't be alarmed" said an old
gentleman, kindly ;"there will be anoih-
er accommodation at eight"
'At eightr' and it was now just half
past four, sunk back upon the cushion
in quiet desperation. What was going
to become of me?
With the entire abnegation peculiar
to the early phases of the honeymoon, |
had put my little velvet portmonaip,
handkerchief and vinaigrette ia Fred'S
breast pocket-not that hadn't n pock-
ct of my own, but there was such de-
lighttul novelty in feeling that now
had right to his.
Was there ever confiding bride LETT
in such plight? Without hHsband
and without a cent, and-not the least
misfortune to one inclined to the feminine
weakness OF without even a pock-
et-handkerchief.
"ricket, num-"
The conductor was again making his
rounds.
81 haven't any ticket,"J stammer-
ed, in 6ewilderment.
"Two thirty, then, if you please, mum,
as far as Philadelphia"
"Ticket, sir"
"Two thirty, as quick as you can, mum
times short"
But my-my husband has my ticket"
] faltered. Gle was left B station,
yon know ?"
"Beg pardon, mum, but our orders are
strict. That sort of dodge has played
out entirely OH this line. Two thirty,
mum, if you please. Will refund at the
Office when ticket is presented"
The man suspected me, actually sus-
pected nle--Fred's wife! Oh dear, dear
How utterly lonely and unprotected
felt, after the strong trust and sweet re-
lance that had been mine!
81 haven't, any money" said in a
faint voice. "You'll have to put me out
1 suppose" added with de-