Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-04-01

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I'm eoinE to. Ga. Charm, 'hy Ia ,Ac
world ,.un't you n!e back?
But no Garlic came t. answer ne,
all, | began 10 ST." out ia the crowd
with rather more &rX:Cus eyes, and to
grow X little hot aui Uneasy, AID !o
Link, vith certain unpleasant thrills
rum ing down my hac&, what would
become Of ne II tho train slonli start.
and Charlie shouldn't cone back ~ ALI
A, Til aAfn! point in my mcditations,
the locomotive gave vent to an uLearth-
!, SCI. cch, which | tonk for a EremoNi
tory symptom o. departure. and WAS
so terrified that | started mp from my
seat. Just as the little doYr swung back
for the third tire, to unDlit Of II last
warning, like that of FriGr Bicon's
brszen head. This time the face
rea, peared on u big shaggy snit of
clothes some Fix feet high, and Was q
grim, not to say irAte, vlsage.
".Change cars, r1iss! said tho per
son grufly. :" told you 20 twice be
fOre!'
I'm to sit STILL" l replied meekly.
I'm going through" l thought this
was the right thing to say, because
Charlie had said it; but it didn't have
the right effect.
"Chauge cars then-there's the Bos-
ton train over there. This car rams
back to New York
simply stared at the person, in a
logged way that he seemed to take very
ill.
"Come!" he exclaimed, waxing i'm
ca oil law
you know. Where do you want to
go?'
I'll don't know" stammered.
II was told to sit still, and II must
wait till the person comes back.
Tue man stared back at me now with
interest. Where's your ticket p said
he, extending dirty hand.
II haven't got it," 1 answered III a
meek and corciliating tone. my
Char-at least the gentleman who is
with me has got them"
1.-THE gentleman! Pretty fellow he
must be! Told you to sit still. did
hep"
made no reply TO this unHarranta-
BILE lack of respect in referring to my
absent lord, but drew MYSELF up and
looked severely out Of the window.
Well. you can't 60 back to New
York" observed my tormentor sum-
marily. "The best thing for you to do
is to get out and look for your gentle
man, MISE" Saying which. he jerked
my bag down from the rack, turned
the opposite seat, which Charlie had
inverted back into its place and, by
species Of moral suasion, caused me to
pick up my shawls, parasols. etc. and
follow him in abject submission to the
door.
CHOW where did the gentleman go p
he demanded, as he handed me out on
the platform.
He went to get me some lunch" /
replied, almost ready, at this crisis, to
disgrace my bridehood and cry.
"And told you to sit still, did he ?
Well, you stand right here and keep
lookout for him. There's the Boston
train over there, goes in fifteen min
utes, and he can't get into it without
your seeing him, if he amt inside al
ready: and my advice is, stick fast
when you do find him, for he must need
looking after!"
With which remarkable words the
man set down my bag, and winked at a
bystar der.
"What's the row." inquired the
person thus invited to participate in the
enjoyment of my woes. Then they
whispered about me, I suppose-and
everybody turned and stared ct me.
Poor little bride! There stood
holding fast my parasol. with shawl
on one arm, my own small satchel on
the other, and Charles bigger one at
my feet, feeling like very lone lorn
critter" indeed. There stood three
men in knot, contemt lating ne, and
any quantity of the same species
coming and going, who all looked at
me as they passed. and then turned
round and stared agair--snd there was
no Charlie visible in all the range of
surrounding country. Dire thought
began to be born within me, and to
turn me cold and damp with extreme
terror; the nightmare of my infancy
"being lost Game back upon me,
and crushed my seventeen years and
the new dignity of Mrs. Charles Vail,
Jr., with q fell swoop. What was to
become of me? Surprising there had
been an accident, and Charlie knocked
down and awfully mangled, or that he
just vanished away. as one occasionally
hears Of respectable gentlemen having
done, and never would appear again,
or be heard Of at all; Snpposipg were
just to stand there waiting. the trains
shIieking away in the distance, and
night coming on, and all these strange
men staring and whispering? Pretty
soon should begin to cry, for I
couldn't stand it much longer; and
here l began to feel for my pocket
handkerchief, and that reminded me of
my pocket-book as slight resource.
dived to the utmost corner of my
pocket before remembered that had
confided it to Charlie, with wifely duty
at the very outset of our wedding trip
at this alarming discovery, cold
moisture broke out upon my entire
frame. A night passed under the lee
of the depot crouched among my little
possession, now loomed before me-
unless l coula deposit the same pos
sessions, or pawn my diamond ring
and my gold bracelets for nights
lodging and ticket back to New York.
I suppose the horror depicted on my
countenance was sufficient challenge
for iDuuiry T don't know what an ey.