Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-04-01
ROMANCE OF THE RAIL.

hVMANOE UF IHE RA1Ls
Among the pleasantest things in an
itinerant Bohemian life count the per-
petual meeting at most unexpected
places of people whom you have known
efore IN widely different localities.
An hour ago my friend and [ started
for a stroll on this matchless Galveston
beach All the afternoon we had sat
on the upper gallery, watching the
long, low surf-crests that crept so slow
zy and surely landward; all the after
noon we had listened, i'll the pauses of
oar light chattering, to the ceaseless
refrain which those same white-capped
waves were chanting, till the beauty of
the scene and the siren song tempted
Ms down to the shore. Oh, it was love-
ly sauntering thither over the oleander-
planted walks, breathing their rich,
exquisite perfume and gathering hand
fuls of the pink blossoms A few
carriages had come for the regular sun
set drive some German women were
gathering shells a few children, with
bare, dimpled feet, were wading out
into the coming waves, to run back
with screams of laughter when some
swifter billow washed up higher than
the rest and over the whole picture
there rested the mellow glow reflected
from the crimsoned west.
The occupants of the carriages raised
their eyebrows in polite amazement as
they rolled passed up, for pleasure
walk was beyond their comprehension !;
and my friend laughed, telling me that
she always knew northern visitors be-
cause they loved to wander pied and
Texans never do.
I'm sure they regard me as madly
insane for my long walks but, see,
this time we have companions in our
madness, she continued, pointing to a
pair who were standing little distance
beyond.
Evidently bride and groom" I
asserted, for
Both were young, and one fair"
symptoms Of a recent ownership quite
apparent in the air of the young man,
who just then folded the lady's wrap
more closely, and caught her futtering
veil till she had fastened it securely !;
and In the act she turned her face to-
ward us, startling me with it's familiar
look.
Isn't she beautiful ?" said my
friend
[ answered her absently, since [ was
hunting every nook in my memory for
the counterpart of the fair girl before
me. I was sure [ had known her-but
where
An impertinent wave came hurrying
mp the beach, and in moment the
brides dainty boots would have suffer
ed, but Milford clasped her swiftly, and
raising her ran back few steps, coming
close to us. knew then where [ had
seen the happy pair, but went very
soberly towards them, only quietly
saying:
$50 this is what came of that
journey?"
by Jove !" calculated my hero in
round English tones, -seizing both my
hands in a grip that nearly crushed
them, whilethe bride blushed, laughed,
and added her graceful greeting.
Wasn't it an odd encounter? [ last
sd" tuCSo young people dG cheyenne,
IN September, 1878; now they met me
strolling on the shore of the Gulf, and
my friend asserted that we had picked
up something better than shells this
time, for she demanded the story at
once and [ will tell it to you just as I
told it to her.
On Friday, September Il, 1927
like to be accurate-the San Francisco
train stood on the track at Omaha wait
ing the arrival, from the opposite side
of the Missouri, of eastern passengers.
There were four Pullman cars attached
three were already filed, or engaged
by telegram, and the officials in charge
were grumbling because 'sBoss Tweed
and his party occupied six entire sec
tions. The "Boss" stayed closely In
his compartment, for Mast had made
his face so perfectly familiar to every
one that he encountered more staring
than he liked. His daughter, state
ly, dignified lady, waited the start with
evident Impotence, while the young
gentlemen-hi sons and their friends
stood IN group on the platform,
smoking, apparently enjoying the curl
Gus looks which were naturally leyeled
at them. They were bound for the Yo-
semitic, and I have always marveled
that, when once SO far away from Goth.
am, the "Boss didn't know enough to