The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1873-01-29
BUT THREE DAYS MARRIED,
BY LUOLA LOVEJOY.

"My dearest" said Fred, as we
neared q little wayside station,
"what do you say to some lunch ?
l can step out here and get you
anything you fancy. 1t may seem
a dreadful thing for 4 bridegroom
to confess, but I begin to feel quite
sharp after our early dinner. If
You don't mind my leaving you
for FIVE minutes"
I 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
honeymoon was upon everything
the atmosphere was rari6ed
beyond that breatbed by every
mortal-the earth glorified with a
new beauty-the heavens with
new light. We ate not bread and
beefsteak, but some amhrosial dish
untasted before, and drank golden
nectar, etheriallzed from hot coffee
pots.
I watched Fred from the car
window until be disappeared in
the -efreshment room. What a
splendid fellow he was Such
eyes-such o mind-such teeth
such a heart-such general COM
binatlon of perfections q 0 W
charming; how delightful; how
altogether inexpressible 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 hopeiessly
quiescent in the ladies' car-off,
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 behind" I gasped.
! "Is there mum !" was the stoical
reply. "Bless my soul, that's no.
thing new !"
"But-but-he's my husband p
I faltered, blushing to my finger
tips, as I felt that the fact was
something new.
Three ladies turned around tc
stare at me, and there was an un
mistakable litter beneath tn {
heavy rnoustache Of gentleman
opposite.
"sorry, mum, but it can't be
helped. If gents will stop at bar
rooms to wet their whistles We
can't wait for 'em."
A bar-room Fred in . bar
room wetting his whistle ! .Whar
did the odious man mean t? I triec
to crush him with look, but
wasn't equal to it. Fred-MY FREQ
in a bar-room
"You needn't be alarmed" sale
an old gentleman, kindly; "thcr|
will be another accommodation a
eight"
Eat eight" and it was now JUS
half.past four. I sunk back upor
the cushion in quiet desperation
What was to become Of me ?"
With the entire abuegation Pc
culiar to the early phases of tht
honeymoon, I bad put my little
velvet portemonaie, handkerchie
and vinaigrette in Fred's breas
pocket-not that I hadn't q pock
! ct Of my own, but there was suct
q delightful novelty in feeling tina
now 1 had a right to his.
| Was there ever such confdins
bride left in such a plight? Withou
| q husband and without cent, ant
not the least misfortune 10 ON
| inclined to the feminine weakness
of tears-without even a pocke
handkerchief:
"Tickets, num-"
The conductor was again maxim!
his rounds.
IL haven't ticket" l STAN
mered in bcwilderment.
"Two thirty, then, if you please
mum, as far as Baltimore"
"Ticket, sir"
"Two-thirty, as quick as yo
can, mum-time's short"
.But my-my husband has m.
ticket" I faltered. Gle was LET
at the station, you know"