Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1882-01-28
ROMANCE OF A DISASTER.
A Woman's Pretty Picture OF the
Couple who Were Killed at SpuV-
ten DuYVII.
Buffalo Courier.

ONU DO courier.
On Thursday evening at eight o'clock
the train from Boston via the Fitchburg
Railroad, passing through the Hoosac
tunnel, stopped just beyond at North
Adams, when the writer, almost the sole
occupant of the coach "Rosedale,
bound for st. Louis via Buffalo, stepped
from the train escorted by the polite con-
ductor, to take solitary ''five minutes"
supper. A great cOmmOtiOn was Oh
served in the station, and the girl behind
the lunch counter fastened to tell the con-
ductor that wedding party was about
to take his train. With true feminine
curiosity we burned our mouth with
cup of bitter, boiling tea, and returned
in haste to the coach just in time to see
enter a pretty, blushing brides of nine
teen, followed by her handsome young
husband, who did not look to be over
twenty. Aften them came a stout, gray
haired senior, who, as the off1c ating
clergyman, evidently deemed his duties
not complete until he had seen his young
charges safely started on their wedding
journey. He was in danger of being
trampled upon by gay crowd of young
fellows at his heels, whose overcoats did
not conceal their satin ties and wedding
favors. They were the ushers and best
men. Depositing their satchels and bags
of unmistakable newness-the bride
nestled into a corner, loosened her seal
skin, studied her bridal bouquet, and
then, tossing back her feathers, exclaim-
ed with little sigh of satisfac ion:
Didn't it go off beautifully2"
The clergyman, smiling upon her be-
nignantly, said;
Eyes, buIthats what they all say, my
DEAR"
ooh, know it's an old story to you,
sir, but we've never been married be-
fore, have we2" looking up mischiev
ously beneath her frizzes at her hus-
band.
NO" said the young fellow, laugh
ingly, II believe not"
"And to think of all those lovely
presents; I've enough to fill our house."
said she.
But now the whistle proclaimed that
the five minutes at North Adams was
passed. The clergyman kissed the bride,
grasped hand of each and with a
hearty Happy journey, my dears," de-
parted preclpitately. AS the train slow
ly moved out of the depot loud chorus
of "'rah 'rah, 'rah' sounded clear above
the din of the engine, and was respond
ed to in kind by the five noisy young
gentlemen in the next section. The
bride peered out of the window until the
cheers had subsided, and then turning,
exclaimed:
"How lovely of them to come to
the station and give us such glorious
send off"
We shall be pardoned for having OBJ
served this party so interestedly when
we explain that, since leaving Boston at
three p. M, we had been dependent upon
the attentive conductor for society, who,
few moments before, had left us in
state of cold terror, after recital of
hair breadth escape from recent rail-
road accident, closing his tale with the
cheering admission that accidents were
so likely to occur that he never allowed
himself to think of them. Had it not
been for the presence of the D. D., we
should have instantly decided that this
was case of elOpment, for the bachelor
friends of the bridegroom were so young,
and their conversation showed them to be
members of some college society, whose
badge they sported. Our fancy was
pleased by the tone of remonstrance as
sumed toward them by the new-made
Benedict, who was the butt of all their
jokes and was not allowed to enjoy his
wife's society during the hours ride to
Troy, each of the others in turn claiming
her attention. 1t was evident that
champagne had flowed at the wedding
BANQUET, which, if not too freely en-
La1 foio
and loosened their tongues. At one time
bet was proposed, the amount to be paid
in candy to the bride. In the light Of
subsequent events we can but wonder
why every little incident connected with
this party impressed itself so lndeliblY
upon our mind. One of the young fel-
lows begged to be allowed peep into the
locket which the bridegroom wore on his
watch chain.
"Can LET them see?" said the young
husband, looking over the back of his
seat at his wife. She smiled assent.
When, upon opening it, the curious
youngster looked up roguishly-"Yes,
said the proud owner, ''It is my wife
my girl"
AS the train neared Troy the whole
party prepared to quit the car, and
good -byes were exchanged among them.
''Well surely see you in June"
said one, addressing himself to the happy
pair.
"Ohl yes, I'll come down and bring
my wife"
Our eye followed the young woman as
she passed out of the car with her crowd
of attendants, and she seemed conscious
of our interest; fol- as she disappeared
from view she turned and smiled back at
US, This was the last we saw of the un.
usually attractive and merry wedding
party, for now quiet was again restored to
the slumbrous shades of "Rosedale. But
yesterday morning, on glancing at the
head lines of the telegraphic dispatches,
a horror seized US on reading the follow
ing;
Tragic fate of young couple on
their wedding tour" and among the list
of those roasted alive in the railroad &C
cident near Spuyten Duyvil junction:
Park Valentine, of Remington, vt. 3,
aged twen,y-one, and wife, aged nine
teen, with the following explanation:
valentine was a nephew of Trenor
W. Park, and was in business with his
father, one of the wealthiest citizens of
Southern Vermont His wife was Miss
Gaylord, of North Adams. They were
en- route to Florida on their bridal tour.
Both the young couple might have
been saved but for the desperate clinging
of the young bride to her husband" AS
we read these terrible lines our heart
fairly ceases to beat, remembering how
blithe and happy she was an hour after
her marriage, for her bright smile haunts
us STILL
The Southern Pacific Railroad on its