Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1877-11-28
Both Married.

l arrived here recently, and tool
: up my quarters at the Dickinson
! House, Corning. After l had re
moved the marks of travel l wen
: down stairs, and strolled about thu
hotel with my cigar. Soon OBJ
served tall, venerable gentleman
carefully dressed, walking down
smoking a cigar, aud swinging @
gold headed cane. Leaning against
the clerks counter was tall, thin,
swallow-faced man, with blonde
hair and moustache, and also smok-
ing a cigar. This gentleman had
already been pointed out to me rs
Mr.. Cole, a leading politician OF
the country.
BY and by / observed the old
gentleman pause and look at Mr..
Cole very closely. Mr.. Cole raised
his mild blue eye, and gazed dream
lily at the old gentleman. Presently
the latter stepped toward Mr.. Cole,
and said in very courteous man
ner: Excuse me, sir, but think
I've seen you before"
"Very likely" Mr.. Cole replied,
ave been here frequently"
"Ha, ha, hal" laughed the old
gentleman. "That's very good.
But really, l think I've met you
somewhere or other before to-
night"
at is not improbable" was Mr..
Coles reply. "At all events" he
continued, with q twinkle in his
blue eyes, "tbere's no reason why
we shouldn't know each other now"
"That's So" said the old gentle
man, "and here's my hand"
Mr.. Cole took the hand very
carefully into his, worked it up
and down once or twice, and then
restored it to the old gentleman.
This seemed to introduce them, and
they got to talking. AS l had
nothing else to do, / smoked my
cigar and watched them. Present
ly, after walking up and down the
passage, they came so near to
where / was that could not but
overhear all that passed.
Ola 'SEh a. ms sns NINE Tine
self up and putting his cane under
his arm with flourish.
Mr.. Cole looked at him as he de-
sired.
"How old do you take me to be,
sir :" the venerable man asked,
with his head upon one side.
"Over twenty-five" Mr.. Cole an
swered, after having apparently |
considered him attentively for a
few moments.
"Over sixty, sir" the old gentle
man said, cutting it up into sylla-
bles, and placing his right fore fin
ger somewhere on Mr.. Coles waist
coat. "And what do you think :"
he added.
Mr.. Cole threw himself into a
thoughtful attitude, but said moth
ing.
"What do you think, sir :" the
venerable man went on 81 was
married on Tuesday last p
$50 was l !" exclaimed Mr.. Cole,
enthusiastically.
The venerable gentleman seized
Mr.. Coles hand, shook it like
small earthquake, and remarked:
allow remarkable. Only to think,
both married last Tuesday" And
he kept on squeezing Mr.. Coles
hand and shaking it with the ener-
gy of an old friend. Then they
went up to the bar, and the old
gentleman invited me, as a stranger,
to join them, and after some hest
tation I did so, especially as he
said, cycling me intently: "Why,
I've met you in Philadelphia, at
the Centennial" He brought out
of his inside pocket the portrait
of his wife, and showed it to us.
We said it was lovely. He stood
more champagne. We talked va
riously. The old gentleman ex-
planned to me the bond that united
Mr.. Cole to himself. SLOW sim
gular," he said, "both married on
Tuesday"
He stood champagne for the
third time. He wanted Mr.. Cole
to stay all night and talk on matri-
mony and such like. Mr.. Cole
tried to excuse himself, but the old
gentleman called for more cham
paign, saying: "By Jove, it isn't
every day you meet such a remark