Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1873-05-31

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mum-timc's short
." But my-my husband has my
ticket, fnltcrcd He was left at the
station, you know"
" Deg pardon, mum, but orr orders
are strict. That sort of dodge has
played out entirely on this line Two
thirty, mum, if you please. Will refund
Mt the Office, when ticket is presented.
The man suspected me, actually sus-
pccted ME-Fred's wife. Oh, dear,
dear How utterly lonely and unpro-
tectcd felt, after the strong trust and
sweet reliance that had been mine
III haven't any money, l said i'll
faint voice. "Youll have to put me
somewhere, | suppose" | added with
dcspairing resignation.
"Allow me the mustache gentle
man was up, pocketbook i'll hand let
me arrange this matter for you until we
reach Baltimore. Your husband can
settle with meaftcrward, he said, giving
me his card with a smile.
| If hadn't been married | should have
| fallen i'll love with that delightful man
ON the spot. AS it was, only muir
INJURED some unintclligiblc thanks and
slipped his card into my pocket as II
mcmcnto of modern knight.
We were to have stopped i'll Balti-
more. As the train nearcd the city
new perplexity seized upon me. Where
could go? If it were daylight, | might
remain in the ladies' waiting-room, but
Fred would not arrive until nearly ten
mt night. | had no money to pay IA
hackman, go to hotel, or even get my
supper.
A sudden thought flashed into my
mind. Aunt Tabby lived in Baltimore
| had directed q letter to her only few
weeks before, announcing my approach
ing marriage. True, the reply was very
discouraging dismally prophetic
of all sorts of evils that awaited me, and
darkly suggestive of the snarcs and pit
falls in that broad road that leads to
matrlmony and destruction.
But Aunt Tabby took a vinegary view
of everything. She never had felt the
mcllowing of honeymoon.
We arrived mt the depot; my mus
tache friend had left the car some time
before, so | was unprotected again. An
army of hackmen besicgcd the door Of
the depot, and / immediately became
the subject of struggle. Oaths and
whips resounded about my ears, until |
was finally seized upon and carried off
by Il rcd-hcadcd Irishman, whose sue
cess arose, no doubt, from his national
proclyity for anything Resembling II
fight
Having secured me in very dirty
vehicle, he regarded me with triumph
ant air.
eff you will get my trunk, now,
please" l suggested.
"Your trunk, is it? Where's the bit
of tin?"
"Thc-what ?" asked, in perplexity.
"The tin-the bit of tin, to be sure.
How am | to get it without the tin?"
My check | had forgotten that.
Fred had the check also. Alas, for the
powcrlcssncss of woman! | saw my
new Saratoga, filed with the daintiest of
trousscaus, bundled up with Il load of
hotel baggage, and couldn't raise finger
to claim it. II was the last straw on the
camel's back, and | drove in tears to
Aunt Tabby's, usiug my tissue vail as
.pockct handkerchief, and thereby I'M
consciously tattooing my face with
streaks of blue.
Even Aunt Tabhy's monumental rig
idity was overcome by my appearance,
when she met me at her immaculate
doorstep.
LEFT you and only married three
days. Pay that hackman, Mary, and
send him off before he sees any more Of
this family disgrace. Only three days.
The Lord have mercy ON us That |
should have lived to see brother Honry's
child brought to this. Taken all your
money and clothes too Well, well, it's
nothing more or less than expected.
Only an accident don't talk to me of
accidents. If you ever lay your eyes ON
that man again. my name is not Tabitha
Tnstitch. The mcan.spirited scoundrel
to leave you without a rag to your back
You poor deluded innocent. Put on the
kettle, Mary Jane, and hurry up the
tea; this poor child is trembling like a
leaf, and well she may =
"Oh and amt it dreadful, mum p
heard the sympathetic Mary Jane muir
mur, aside to her mistress "such
sweet young creeter rs she he And
only look at her face | expect he's
been hanging of her."
Aunt Tabby pursed up her mouth, and
shook her head expressively.
LET this be warming to you, Mary
Jane"
"Oh, I'm sure it will, num-" was the
feeling reply.
"Shell never lay eyes on him again,
replied Aunt Tabby, solcmnly; "neyer!
nrJ blaCc nav u,,,lr NNlvs. Al.