Connecticut western news., 1873-02-21

WstS Ine cOnSO1nS answer rece1Ved to my inquiries. I could not leave Didcot for nearly two hours. At this retired to the waiting-room, and, sitting down Tn dark corner, gave way. l couldn't help 1t. This was my marriage day. And my darling was not with me. Per haps l should never see him again. Perhaps there would be an accident. Perhaps-perhaps-and my fears came afresh and I sat in my misery, feeling utterly lost and forsaken and as differ ent creature from the happy bride of a few short hours ago as could possibly be conceived.
 Presently porter came in to light I asked him to call me when the express was coming The man eyed me as if he suspected l contemplated suicide. I satisfied neither his surmises nor sus- picions. would have an eager gaze at the train as it passed perhaps I might get glimpse of my darling.
 The time went slowly by, and I sat fercely staring at the fire through my tears. At last the porter called me.
 Now, Miss !''-Iiss again l." the express is coming"
 l rushed out. l took up my position where a miserable lamp cast sickly glare-the best in the station-on the line where the train must pass. On it came-the two great red lamps on the engine shining like giants eyes in the night. l bent eagerly forward, in spite of the warnings of the suspicious DOT ter, who seemed determined to Keep an eye on me. One by one the lighted carriages went by. Not there Not there Not there Quicker than it takes to describe this, the last carriage whizzed by. And there, against the window, I saw my darling's profile. He was staring straight before him, moodily perusing the hat-rack. At least, this was my impression, from this moment ary glimpse got. Of course he did not see me, his poor, loving, foolish little wife, standing on the bleak Didcot plat form, in the darkening night. He could not know her with sinking. heart I got back to the dingy waiting-room, back to my chair and my tears. And this was my wedding day
 It was about eight o'clock. I stood on the Paddington platform. The weary waiting was at length over I should take 8 cab to our hotel, and find my darling. When I came to take out my traps, I found my traveling-bag was missing. must have left it at Didcot. And all my keys and money were in it l!
 After endless trouble, found the guard in charge of the down-train, which was just on the point of starting. I gave him instructions, and he promised me my bag, if it was to be found, early the next morning. Having given the name of my hotel, and substantial assistance to his memory, I stood absently watching the departing train, while porter put my things in cab i; when there, in Q frst-class carriage, in the act of wrapping himself in a rug, was Fred, going back in search of his lost little wife
 Fred ! Fred p screamed, regard less of appearances and with out stretched hands rushed towards the carriage window. My foot slipped, my head seemed to be whirling round, and fell. A surging noise thupdered in my ears, and then voice said :-
 ''Well, little darling what's the mat ter ?"
 Where are we I gasped.
 "Close to Paddington," laughed Fred. '' Feel better after your nap, darling ?"
 So I had only been asleep and dream