The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-07-23

fast yesterday morning l strolled out
from the Clinton to the edge Of the
Horseshoe Fall TO watch log that
had caught in the back eddy, and was
slowly making its way again TO the
verge Of the chasm. just to the left
Of me, and looking down on one Of
the most majestic and awful views
that the place affords, was the newt
able couple, his arm about her waist
and his other hand in hers. Hackey
was close beside, narrating in his pro-
fessional monotone how, in the cool
gray light Of morning long ago,
beautiful but unfortunate girl walked
quietly out to the edge of the rock.
stood there for moment. with the
wind tossing the white folds Of her
night gown and the tangled fringes
of her disheveled hair, and then leap
ed with the strength of despair clear
out into the void beyond, and disap-
pcared in the hell Of boiling waters at
the foot Of the fall. There was mo-
ment's pause rs the story ended, but
no doubt as to what should follow
it was foreordained from the first
and the two mouths came together
with the usual chirrup and the usual
blush. turned away in sadness and
passed on. But, perhaps, the most
amusing spectacle Of this hymeneal
Mecca may be witnessed in the cor
ridors of any of the great hotels, from
$3.50 to IL 80 Of any evening during
the season. Gro early, SO As to be in
time; ascend to about the third floor,
and take up your post of observation
i'm some convenient embrasurc--say
in the window Mt the end Of the hall.
The half-hour will hardly have struck
when door after door will open inquick
succession, and groom after groom
emerge sneakingly from its closing
portal, give a quick glance over his
shoulder, and then walk leisurely up
and down, with don't care-a-d--
expression on his face that is indes
cribably ludicrous. One moment he
shippers shamefacedly at his fellow
sufferers who pass him in their march,
and another glares savagely At the
carpet, the walls, and the ceiling,as if
spelling for fight. But all the time
he is looking anxionsly at bis wstch,
until half-hour has passed slowly
away, when he steals hastily back to
his door. knocks and enters, where
necessity compels us to leave him.
The explanation is simple-he has
been sent out while the young and
inexperienced madam disrobes her
self. He is ashamed to go down
stairs, and so he watches out the vigil
in the hall.
On one joyful and ne'er-to-be.for-
gotten occasion--tlie first OF the many
times that | have sought to console
myself for the woes oi bachelordom
bv this pitiable signt-I was called in
10 assist at the reunion after the half
hour had elapsed A groom, bigger
and madler than the average, had
hardly re-entered his nuptial chamber.
when he reappeared with direst alarm
and consternztion depicted in his
countenanee. His room was the end
one in the hall, aud my face the first
one to meet his agonized glance.
"Are you one Of the hotel men,:
he gasped.
Il am sir" replied, with that in
nate truthfulness that characterized
the descendants of George Washing
ton.
"Well, sir, my wife has gone, and
IN have her, sir, if | search every
room in your cursed old shanty"
In vain sought to console the ag-
itated youth and check the current Of
profanity that coursed with Niagsra's
own rush and roar from his trembling
lips. In vain | assured him that it
was not customary for wives to run
away SO early in their marital life, ,snd
that there was not case on record
of ones quitting her bed and board
before the expiration of the honey
moon. 1t was useless-he would not
be comforted-till finally. purely out
of the philanthropy of an unseliish
heart, suggested that he let me as
sist him in examining his room for
traces of the missing bride. He at
once assented, and threw open the
door.
/ entered with voiceless reverence.
No human beings bat ourselves were
visible. In the corner, piled upon =
chair. were the ordinary articles of =
woman's apparel. The smaller and
more mysterious garments carefully
hidden under the larger. In the bed
was mock form, composed Of pill
low and a flannel shirt, which the
warmth of the alarmed husband had
ruthlessly and immodestly exposed.
/ took in the situation in glance
There was evidently nothing under
the bed-that is, nothing Of any con-
seauence-for it came too near the
fioor. There were no closets in the
room, no other doors, and nothing be.
hind which one could hide. There
was, however, what the French call q
boures, with shelves at the top and
folding doors at the bottom. ! Igaug.
ed the thing in my minds eye, and
concluded there was just room enough
for a flexible little woman without
much clothing to squeeze in there
All this was but the work m instant'a
observation, and then | spoke with
my mouth sharply:
"Young man, you have made q
ass Of yourself. Go to that sidoboart
and find her"
4 Without waiting for me TO hide my
bushes behind the door, he opened
the boufet with bound, and there
nestled amid cloud of feecy white
ana covered with laughter and blash
er, was the prettiest little rosebud o
q face that ever CLEANED out of lact
and linen. Sadly and remorsefnliJ
I passed out Of the chamber door, ,leav'
: ing the rosebud to its fate. Let y
! hope that the poor little woman helf
her own.
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