Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-07-05
OUR HONEYMOON.


'MY dearest" said Fred, as we neared
little wayside station, "what do you say
to some lunchp | can step out here, and
get you anything you fancy. 1t may seem
a dreadful thing for bridegroom to con-
fess, but begin to feel quite sharp after
our early dinner. If you don't mind my
leaving you for FIVE minutes"
signiied that an absence of that du-
ration might be supported, and Fred
started for the refreshment room.
We had been married just three days,
and the glamour of the honey moon was
upon everything-the atmosphere was
rarified beyond that breathed by every
day mortals-the earth gloriied with a
new beauty-the heavens with new
light. We ate not bread and beefsteak,
but some ambrosial dish untasted before,
and drank golden nectar, etherealized
from hotel cOffee.pots.
watched Fred from the car-window
until he disappeared in the refreshment
room. What splendid fellow he was!
Such eyes-such a mind-such teeth
such heart-such general combination
of perfectionsl How charming-how de-
lightful how altogether inexpressible it
was to belong to him forever, never to be
separated more!-when, whizl clangl
Horrors! The train was off again-otf,
with Fred still discussing boned turkey in
the eating-saloon, and his faithful wife
hopelessly quiescent in the ladies' car
of, sundering 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
"There-there's a gentleman left be-
hind" gasped.
''Is there, mum?" was the stoiCal reply.
''Bless your soul, that's nothing newt"
"But-but--he's my husbandp,, / fall
tered, blushing to my finger-tps, as felt
that fact toGS something new.
Three ladies turned around to stare at
me, and there was an unmistakable litter
beneath the heavy moustache of gentle
man opposite.
''Sorry, mum, but it can't be helped. If
gents will stop at bar-rooms to wet thoir
whistles, we can't wait for EN-"
A bar-room! Fred in a bar-room, wet
ting his whistlel What did the odious
man mean? l tried to crush him with n
look, but wasn't equal to it. Fred-ny
Fred-in bar-rooml
"You needn't be alarmed" said an old
gentleman, kindly; there will be another
accommodation at eight"
cat eight" and it was now just half
past four. | sunk back upon the cushion
in quiet desperation. What was to be-
come of me?
With the entire abnegation peculiar to
the early phases of the honeymoon, l had
put my little velvet portemonnaie, hand
kerchief and vinaigrette in Fred's breast
pocket-not that l hadn't pocket of my
own, but there was such delightful
novelty in feeling that now l had right
to his.
Was there ever a confiding bride left in
such plight? Without husband and
without cent, and-not the least mis-
fortune to one inclined to the feminine
weakness of tears-without even q pocket
handkerchief
"Ticket, num-"
The conductor was again making his
rounds.
ell haven't any ticket" l stammer-
ed, in bewilderment.
"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. "He was left at B. station,
you know ?"
"Beg pardon, mum, but our orders are
strict. That sort of dodge has played out
on this line entirely Two-thirty, mum,
if you please. Will refund at the Office,
when ticket is presented"
The man suspected me, actually sus-
pected me-Fred's wife Oh, dear, dearl
How utterly lonely and unprotected
felt, after the strong trust and sweet re-
lance that had been minel
IL haven't any money" said, in
fai int 70 ~ mn MT
somewhere, / suppose" l added, with
determined resignation
"Allow me, madam"-the moustached
gentleman was up, pocket-book in hand
-"let me arrange this matter for you
until we reach Philadelphia. Your hus-
band can settle with me afterwards" he
said, giving me his card, with smile.
If hadn't been married, | should have
fallen in love with that delightful man on
the spot. AS it was, I only murmured
some unintelligible thanks, and slipped
his card into my pocket as a memento of
amodern knight.
We were to have stopped all night in
Philadelphia. AS the train neared the
city new perplexity seized upon me.
Where could go ? If it were daylight
l might remain in the ladies' waiting
room but Fred would not arrive until
nearly ten at night. l had no money to
pay hackman, go to hotel, or even get
my supper.
A sudden thought flashed into my
mind-Aunt Tabby lived in Philadel-
phia / had directed letter to her only
few weeks before, announcing my ap-
preaching marriage. True, the reply was
rather discouraging-bein dismally pro-
phetic of all sorts of evils that awaited
me, and darkly suggestive of the snares
and pitfalls in that broad road that leads
to matrimony and destruction.
But Aunt Tabby took a vinegary view
of everything. She never had felt the
mellowing influence of a honeymoon.
We arrived at the depot my nous
tached friend had left the car some time
before, so was unprotected again. An
army of hackmen besieged the door OF
the depot, and / Immediately became the
subject of struggle. Oaths and whips
resOunded about my ears, until l was
finally seized upon and carried of by Tho
most energetic of the party.
Having secured me in a very dirty
vehicle, heregarded me with atriumphant
grin.
'If you will got my trunk now, please,
j suggested.
Your trunk, is itP Where's the bit
of tin ?"
"The-what ?" asked, in perplexity.
"The tin-tlA Sbit of tin, to be sure
How am to gel it without the tin ?"
NV check 1 i had forgotten that Fref