Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-08-13
LOVE IN A PULLMAN CAR,
A ROMANCE OF TIH RAIi.

Among the plcasantest things In an
itinerant Bohemian lite ! count the
perpetual meeting at most unexpected
places OF people who you have known
before in widely different localities.
An hour ago my friend aud | started
for u stroll on this matchless Calves
ton beach. All the afternoon we had
81, on the upper gallery, watching the
long low snrt-crcsis that creep 30
slowly aud surely landward all the
afternoon we had listened, in the pau
scs of our light chattcringto the cease
less refrain which those same white
capped waves were chanting, till the
beauty of the scene and the siren
song tempted us down to the shore
Oh, il was lovely, saunterlng thitheI
over the oleander planted walks
breathing their rich exquisite perfume
and gathering handfals of the pink
blossoms. A few carriages had come
from the regular sunset drive some
German women were gathering shells,
a few children with bare and dimple
feet, were wading out into the com
ing waves, to run back with scream
of laughter when some swil(er billow
washed up higher than the rest and
over the whole picture there the mel
low glow reflected from the crimsoned
west.
The occupants o! the carriage raised
their eyebrows in polite amazement as
they rolled past us, for a pleasure
walk was beyond their comprehension,
and my friend laughed, telling me that
she always knew Northern visitors
because they loved to wander a pied
and Texans never do.
"Pm sure they regarded me as mild
ly insane for my long walk but see
this time we have companions in our
Madness she continued pointing to
pair that was standing a little distance
beyond.
evidently bride and groom" !
asserted,
"Both were young and one was fair
ard there were the usual unmistakable
symptoms OF recent ownership quite
apparent in the air OF the young man,
who had just then folded the lady's
wrapper more closely, and caught the
auttering veil till she had fastened it
securely and in the act she turned
her face toward us, startling me with
its familiar look.
''Isn't she beautiful" said my friend.
answered her absen,ly, since l
was hunting every nook in my memory
for the counterpart Of the fair girl
before US. | was sure had known her
but where
An impertent wave came hurrying
up the bescb, and ina moment the
brides dainty boots would have suf-
fered, but MILFORD claSped her swiftly,
and raising her ran back a few steps
coming close to US. l knew then
where l had seen the happy pair, but
! went very soberly toward them, only
quietly saying:
$50 this is what came of that jour
ney? ?"
"By Jove!" calculated my hero in
round English tone, seizing both my
hands in grip that nearly crushed
them, while the bride blushed, laugh
ed, and added her graceful greeting.
Wasn't it an odd encounter ? ! had
last seen those young people at Cheye,
me, in September, 1878; nov they
met strolliug 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 aud will tell it to
you Just as l told it to her.
On Friday, September 18th, 1873
i like to be accurate-the San Fran
cisco train stood on the track at
Omaha watching the arrival, from the
opposite side Of the Missouri, of East
eren passengers. There were four
Pullman cars attached three were