Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1872-06-28
OUR HONEYMOON.
BY FANNIE FAIRIE.

MY deareSt, Sald ffed, as we
neared a little wayside station,
"what do you say to some lunch? I
can step out here, and get You any
thing you fancy. 1t may seem a
dreadful thing for bridegroom to
confess, but l begin to feel quite
sharp after our early dinner. Ityou
don't mind my leaving you for five
minutes"
signified that an absence of
that duration might be supported
and Fred started for the refresh
ment-room.
We had been married just three
days, and the glamour Of the honey
moon was upon everything-the
atmosphere was rarified beyond
that brcathed by everyday mortals
the earth glorified with a new
beauty-the heavens with new
light. We ate not bread and beef
steak, but some ambrosial dish un-
tasted before, and drank golden
nectar, ctherealized from hotel
coffee-pots.
watched Fred from the car
window until he disappeared in the
rcfreshment-room. What splendid
fellow he was! Such eyes-such a
mind-such teeth-such a heart
such a general combination of per-
fections! How charming-how de-
lightful-how altogether inexprcssi-
bic it was to belong to him forever,
never to be separated more!-when,
whiz! clang! Horrors! The train
was off again-off, with Fred still
discussing boned turkey in the
eating-saloon, and his faithful wife
hopclessly quiescent in the ladies'
car-off, sundcring 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 excite
ment.
"Therc-there's gentleman left
behind!' gasped.
els there, mum?" was the stoical
reply. "Blcss your soul, that's
nothing newt"
"But-but-he's my husband!" l
faltered, blushing to my finger-tips,
as felt that fact was something
new.
Three ladies turned around to
stare at me, and there was an I'M
mistakable litter beneath the heavy
moustache ola gentleman opposite
"Sorry, mum, but it can't be help
ed. If gents will stop at bar-rooms
to whet their whistles, we CAM
wait for 'em."
In a bar-room! Fred in bar
room wetting his whistle! What did
the odious man mean? / tried to
crush him with look, but / wasn't
equal to it. Fred-my Fred in a
bar-room!
"You needn't be alarmed" said
an old gentleman, kindly; "thert
will be another Accommodation Al
eight"
"At eight" and it was now jus
half-past four. l sunk back upol
the cushion in quiet desperation
What was to become of me?
With the entire abnegation pecu
liar to the early phases ofthe honey
moon, / had put my little velve
portemonaie, handkerchief and vim
aigrctte in Fred's breast pocket
not that / hadn't q pocket of IN,
own, but there was such delight
full novelty in feeling that now ha,
a right to his.
Was there ever confiding brid
left in such plight? Without
husband and without a cent, and
not the least misfortune to one in
clined to the feminine weakness O
tears-without even a pocket hand
kerchief.
"Ticket, num-"
The conductor was again maxim
his rounds.
"I-I haven't my ticket" I STAN
mered, in bewilderment.
"Two-thirty, then, if you please
mum, as far as Philadelphia"
"Ticket, sir"
"Two-thirty, as quick as you car
mum-time's short"
"But my-my husband has m
ticket" / faltercd. "He was left a
B-station, you know"
"Beg pardon, mum, but our order
are strict. That strict. That sol
of dodge has played out on thi
line entirely! Two-thirty, mum
if you please. Will refund at til
office when ticket is presented"
Tho man suspected me, actuall
suspected me-Frcd's wife! Oh
dear, dear! How utterly lonely an