The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-10-05
boat at Pier 5, Delaware Avenue, for

ed with gay excurslonists, principal
ly merry Sunday.school scholars,
who werein glowing terms question
ing and answering each other con-
cerning the bathing, the fishing, the
boating, and the glorious prospects
of The day before them.
We were soon aboard the train on
The otherside, whirling along through
green meadows, luxuriant with grow
ing grain, past numerous small lake.
ilets, over tide. water creeks, and
through the region of Oakland, with
its pretty country seats dotted about
here and there, while the fresh
breeze, redolent with the perfume Of
blooming cloyersfelds, laved the
heated brow through the open vim
shaa almost forgotten 10 takssa
look into the smoking.car toseewhat
dse Jack was making of his time
Slyly peering through the window
from tie platform outside, l could
discern, through cloud of smoke,
either back or front, every man it
contained; but Jack was not among
the number. What could be the
matter? Where had he gone? But
it was no matter where he had gone,
l concluded, and felt inwardly reliev-
ed, as l might now enjoy my trip to
the full, with the coast clear from OBJ
trusive observation Of my partner or
anything else.
In less than ninety minutes we
had reached Pleasantville, having no
delays from switching off for passing
trains, there being ample stretches Of
double track along the line. Here
an old angler, sitting next to ME, be-
gan to rig up his line. He was go.
ing for founders, he said, and pro-
posed to commence operations at the
railroad bridge and travel downward
TO the mouth of the inlet.
"Why, l can come down here and
fish all day, and the very best fishing
at that, too, for fifty cents the round
trip. Don't that beat all?" said he.
He was about to give me an ac-
count of what little fighters and
biters swapping mackerel were, when
we arrived at the depot on the main
avenue in the city by the sea.
"Carriage, sir! Carriagel" greeted
me from dozen drivers, which first
put itinto my head that a carriage
was the very thing wanted. About
'the'horses iosndmsSelt particular,
So, after taking a somewhat critical
look at the several teams, | at last Sc.
lected pair of spanking bays.
'Drive to the Hotel H." said,
as | entered the carriage.
Just then it occurred TO me that |
had not been particular about the
price of the driver. What was the
matter that l should feel SO much
like a harum-scarum boy again?
Was it the salt air or the ocean
breeze? For the life of me couldn't
divine, neither did | have any spec.
ifed object in going to the Hotel
H, unless l might find Jack
there-Heaven forbidden maybe
somebody else l knew.
"No," replied the clerk to my in.
quiry; "Mr. Soarer is not here; he
left suddenly last evening"
"Is Mrs. A stopping at this
house?"
ayes, sir"
"Will you have the kindness to
send up my card?"
The card was promptly sent up by
the clerk, and l soon had the inesti-
mable pleasure of being seated by
the girl had loved when boy-a
girl no longer now, but a mature and
lovely widow; and how very thank
full l felt | was boy no longer, like
that harum scarum Jack, but steady
and stalwart man.
"How very kind it was of you to
come down at this time, Mr.. Jones"
she said.
Hardly so kind as such a very
great pleasure tomyself, Mrs. A." !"
said l; "but | have 50 little leisure,
and-excuse mel took the very
great liberty of hiring a carriage at
the door; won't you take u drive about
with me and show me somewhat Of
the place? | am altogether u stran,
ger down here, though the railroad