Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1873-09-26
Lie, as she threw her arms around the

"I knew it," exclaimed the sleep,
individual; 'we are all lost, every moth
er's son of us. We can just prepare tt
make the acquaintance of the gentle
man in black, who tends the big fire
down below"
go, Lord! Jeems, what will become
Of us?" [ felt skeery about getting OF
the outlandish thing at first.
"Keep quiet, Lie; hollerin' won
do any good now. Eff you know any
prayer, now's your time to say it, fol
both of u.s.
"What is the matter here?" said tht
astonished conductor, coming up as the
train emerged once more into the light
'"That's just what I'd like to know
said Jeems, when he saw that Lie anC
himself were still alive.
"We've just passed through Eaton'E
tunnel" replied our polite captain
''How far are you going?"
'Well, I reckon We'll stop at Parkers
burg"
''Show your tickets, if you please
sESartinly. Lie, you got some with
you? Let this gent look at 'em."
Lie drew piece of white paper
from her reticule, and, with a smile
handed it to our friend, the captain
who read:
''The pleasure of your company is
respectfully solicited" &c.
"What's this?" said the captain.
"Why, that's one of the tickets tc
our weddin'; that's what you asked
for, hain't it?" said the somewhat sur,
prised Jeems.
"Whaw! whaw! whaw!" was the dis.
cordant sound that arose from the seal
of the sleepy looking individual.
A bland smile passed over the face
of the captain, as he explained the
meaning to our verdant friend. He
had no ticket, but willingly paid his
fare, and the train sped on to it's des.
tination. But wonders did not cease
here; presently our pert newsboy, Bill.
ly, entered the car, and stepping up tc
Jeems he asked:
"Have Sun, sir~
"Va'll, if I have my way about it, the
fust one will be a son, sartain," said
Jeems. Lie blushed.
"Don't count your chickens before
they are hatched," said Billy, as he
hastened on to the next car.
In due time the train stopped at the
big depot, in the city. Amid the con.
fusion of strange noises, and the bab.
BILE of discordant. voices, our friends
landed on the platform.
"Bus, sab? Bus, sab free to the Uni.
ted States! said the sable porter of oul
uptown house. Lady, take take bus
sah?"
"Wa'll [ rather 'spose she won't from
anybody but me-reckon Pm able to
do all in that line she wants, and more
too."
''Go to the Swan house, sab right
acros de street-best house in de city
This way sir! baggage? Have it sent tc
your room in q few minutes"
In short time Jeems and his bride
found themselves in one of those com.
Portable rooms on the second floor oil
that well-ereered establishment, the
Swan House. The baggage was sent
up with the usual promptness, and
our friends were soon making their toi-
let for dinner. Jeems had his coat
and boots off in jifty, and Lies hair
fell gracefully over his shoulders.
''That's deuced pretty torsel!" said
Jeems, eyeing the bell-cord, "wonde1
what it's fol" }" catching hold of it. ''Pd
like to have that torsel to put on my
hoses head next muster day; see how
it works" said he giving it a pull.
Presently the door opened, and the
sable face of one of Africa's sons was
thrust into the room, with inquiry OF
"Ring sah?"
"Ring? Ring what, you black ape:
If you don't quit looking at my wife,
and make yourself scarce, I'll wiring
your head off,"
''Stop a minit,'' said Lie; "what
the name of the man who keeps this
tavern?"
"Mr. Conley, marm."
"Well, tell his lady that she needn't
90 to any extra fxlngs on our account,
for we are plain people" said the ami
able bride.
GAS they used to say in our debating
society,"" interrupted Jeems, CPL a.
mend that motion by saying you can
tell them the best they've got, [ am a.
BILE to pay for, and don't care for ex-
penses."
s'Tee-hee! Tee-heev was the only
audible reply from the sable gent, as
he hurried down stairs.
Dinner came, and was dispatched
with relish. Jeems and his bride took
stroll over the city, seeing the lions
and other sights, until supper time,
which being over they retired to their
room. The gas was lit by the servant,
who received a bright quarter for his
service. Jeems was last in bed, and
according to the rule in such cases, had
to put out the light, which he did with
blast from his lungs.
The noise in the street had died a.
way, and quiet reigned in the Swan
House. The young man on the watch
dozed in his chair. The clerk (rather
corpulent) was about to retire, when he
thought he smelt gas. The guests
(some of them) thoug int they smelt gas.
Much against his will, the clerk pro-