The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1875-06-25
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The Bride From Duckport,

Are you happy, darling 2" inquired the
bridegroom, after the manner of all bride
grooms.
Every happy" replied the bride with
sigh of satisfaction, glancing shyly at the
world from beneath silky lashes, and claim
ing universal interest by reason of her mod
csty. "Let us behave like an old married
couple" she added, demurely. But the
TACT that very recent wedding had taken
place in Duckport could no more be con-
cealed from the most casual observer than
the pink flush in the brides checks or the
roses and white ribbons of her bonnet.
Was not the cup of Mrs. John Scudd der.
nee blanchard, the deacon's only daughter,
filled to the brim with sparkling happi-
ness She had married the man of her
choice, handsome John Scudder, with the
military bearing that made him the adj
miration of all the girls. Nay, more: the
inheritance of the store where Grandfather
Scudder had spent so many years behind
desk, in an atmosphere composed of red
flannel, cheese. and herring, had converted
John into match equal to the deacon's
ambition for his child. To get married
ana visit New York on bridal tour might
well limit the aspirations of any young la
dy; therefore the new Mrs. Scudder sighed
with infinite content, only half wishing
that Johns attire was not so excessively
elegant, and that he did not wear the shiny
silk hat with such defiant recklessness of
results.
Travel brings discomfort in the very in.
crease Of knowledge. Our bride had not
journeyed six hours before pang of doubt
assailed her as to the skill of the village
dress-makcr in her art; for at each station
she beheld different style, until she was
wholly robbed of the complacency with
with which she had set out. Thus did she
permit herself to be crushed by that Jug
gernaut car of fashion, beneath which so
many women of the land PROSTATE them
selves.
AT last New York was reached, and the
pair sought the Cosmopolitan Hotel. A
marble palace received them sumptuous
drawing-rooms and corridors opened be-
fore them; French walters flew at their
bidding to obtain hitherto untasted dish
es; and the little bride beheld herself re-
Elected in so many mirrors that she was
dazzled by her own image. Her interest
in everything reconciled her to Johns de.
parture on business. The young husband,
assuming the dignity of authority, said
81 may be detained until late, or even ali
night. You must not go out alone, as you
will lose your way"
Kitty pouted, the day was so fine. How
ever, she promised. From subsequent in
formation impaired to friends at home it
would appear that she spent the morning
exploring the hotel, ascending to giddy
heights in the elevator, and then taking
base advantage of back staircase to pen
citrate the mysteries of kitchen and laun-
dry. Kitty received two indelible impress
siOns in these lower regions. The first
was produced by small Greenland of a
refrigerator, where blocks of pellucid ice
formed grotto of delicious GOODNESS. In
hot weather Duckport suspended the but
ter, in tin pail, down the well. The Sec
ond was the apparition of French chef,
in cap and apron, intrenched among cop
per saucepans and surrounded by anxious
menials, who tasted a gravy, shook his head
and gazed ut the ceiling for inspiration.
The great mans eye fell on the Intruder,
and she fled. "The idea of grown man
spending his life in cookingl" She said in
dignantly, on the stairs.
bdtci III tuo ultciuUOu sic ueClteu TO
find friend in the suburbs, somewhat rs
Ginevra played the prank of hiding. Why
not She was not baby.
policeman directed her to take the
first car on certain route, and the first car
being green instead of red contrary to the
policeman reckoning-she was carried
up town, miles away from the ferry she in
tended to cross. The car was very dirty,
with an all-pervading odor of pestilence.
market-basket rested on her best dress,
with the legs of ancient fowls protruding;
owned by stout Mrs. Flaherty, while Mrs.
Mallory, opposite, carried home the wash"
Both ladies were fully aware of their
rights
Are we near Mudhat Ferry o. asked
Kitty, doubtfully.
The conductor checked the car, declared
his intention of not seeking any ferry,
pointed out another route grimly, and left
her to make the best of it on the curb
stone.
She went through the street indicated,
considerably alarmed 10y the demonstra-
tions of the inhabitants, who lounged on
door-steps and strolled about cutters in
search of amusement. This diversion she
afforded them, and she was forced to run
the gauntlet of frank criticism, especially
from upper windows, where lolled untidy
foreign ladies. The second car was shade
dirtier than the first. Gas was beginning
to flare in the hot streets. How gladly