The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-04-09
Our Honeymoon.

"My dearest" said Fred, as we
neared little way station, "whht do
you say to some lunch /? can step
out here and get you anything you I
fancy. 1t may seem dreadful thing J
for a bridegroom to confess, but be-
gan to feel quite sharp after our carly |
dinner. If you don't mind my leav-
ing you for five minutes" q
I signiiied that an absence OF that |
duration might be supported, and
Fred started for. the refreshment
room. ;5llsg -di 81 a.-cali IN
We had been married just three
days, and the glamour Of the honey
moon was upon everything, the at
mOsphere was rarified beyond that
breathed by everyday mortals, the
earth glOrifled with new beauty,
the heavens with a new light. We
ate no bread and beefsteak but some
ambrOsial dish untasted Ibefore, and
drank golden nectar. etherealiZed
from hotel coffee pots.
watched Fred from the car win
dow, until he disappeared in the re.
freshment room. What splendid
fellow he was Such eyes, such a
heart, such general combination OF
PROJECTIONS! How charming, how
altogether. inexpressible 1t was to be-
long to him forever, never to be sep
arated more! when, whiz clang!
HOrrOrs! The train was of again,
Off with Fred still discussing bOned
turkey i'm the eating saloon, his faith
full wife hOpelessly quiescent in the
ladies' car, off, sundering at the rate
of thirty miles an hour those whom
law and gospel shall not part!
What's the matter, mum ~
asked the conductor, noticing my eX-
element.
"There, there's a gentleman left
behindw gasped. :,
"Is there, mum ?" was the stOical
reply. "Biess your soul, that's moth
ing new"
"But, but, he's my husband 2! l
faltered, blushing to my finger tips,
~ felt that fact was something new.
Three ladies turned around to stare
at me, and there was an unmistaka-
bic litter beneath the heavy mustache,
of gentleman opposite.
"SOrry, mum, but it can't be help
ed. If guests will stop at bar-rOoms
to whet their whistles we can't wait
for 'em."
A bar-r0om Fred i'm bar-rOOm |;
whetting his whistle! What did the
OdiOus man mean! I.tried to crush
him with q look, but wasn't equal
to it. Fred, my Fred in Il bar-rOom ?
"YOu needn't be alarmed" said an
old gentleman, kindly; "there will
be another accommodation at eight"
"At eight! !" And it was now just
half-past four. sank back upon the
cushion in quiet desperation. What
was to become of me?
With the entire abuegatiOn pecu-
liar to the early phase of the honey
; moon, rhad put my little velvet
pOrtmonnaie, handkerchief, and vim
agrette i'm Fred's vest pocket instead
of my own, but there was such n de-
lightful novelty i'm feeling that now |
had right to his.
Was there ever cOnfiding bride
left in such q plight: Without a
husband and without cent and
not the least misfortune to one inclin-
ed to the feminine weakness of tears
without even q pocket handkerchief.
The conductor was again making
his rounds.
"Ticket, num-"
az haven't any ticket" stammer-
eel in bewilderment.
1.-TWO thirty, then, if you please, as
far as Philadelphia"
"Tlcket, sir"
Two thirty, as quick as you can,
mum, times short"
"But my husband has my ticket"
/ faltered. "He was left mt B
station you know"
"Beg pardon, mum, but our orders
are strict. That sort of dodge is play
ed out on this line entirely. Two
thirty, mum, if you please. Will re-
fund at the Office, when ticket is pre-
sented."
The man suspected me, actually
suspected me, Fred's wife! Oh,
dear, dear! How utterly lonely and
unprotected l felt, after the strong
trust and sweet reliance that had
been mine.
CT Haven't any money!" / said, in
Il faint voice. "YOu'll have to put
me out somewhere. 1 suppose" /
added with despairing resignation:
"AllOw me madam" the mustach-
ed gentleman was up, pOcket-bOOk in
hand-"until we reach Philadelphi.
Your husband can settle it with me
afterward," he said, giving his card,
with smile.
If / hadn't been married, l should
have fallen in love with that delight
full man on the spot. AS it was, !
only murmured some unintelligible
thanks and slipped his card into my
pocket, IA n memento of q modern
knight.
We were to have stopped all night
i'm Philadelphia. AS the train near
ed the city, new perplexity seized
were daylight, / might remain in the
ladies' waiting-room, but Fred would
not arrive until nearly ten at night.
had no money to pay a hackman,
go to hotel, or even get my supper.
a sudden thought flashed through
my mind. Aunt Tabby lived In
Philadelphia. had directed letter
to her, only II few weeks before an
nouncing my approaching marriage.
True, the reply was rather discourage
ing, being, dismally prophetic of all
sorts of evil that awaited me, and
darkly suggestive of the snares and
pitfalls i'm that broad road that leads
to matrimony and destruction.
My Aunt Tabby took a vinegar
view of everything. She never had
felt the mellow influence of honey
moon
We arrived at the depot; my
mustached friend had left the car
sometime,befOre, so 1 was unprOtect-
ed again. An army of hackmen be-
sieged the door of the depot, and /
Immediately became the subject of
struggle. Oaths and whips resound-
ed about my ears, until l was finally
seized upon and carried off by the
most energetic of the party, a red
headed man, whose success arose no
1IoIlht from his nrocliuity for anv-