The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-11-13
A Bride.EIect Who Was In for the Iron
Chest Came

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The fair 1mogene D. Eustls had beer
welded to the knightly Sam Higgins. The
clergyman had been handed s. in cash te
pay for the splicing, the guests were filling
themselves up with eatables, and=eyery.
thing was gliding along as smoothly as q
cider.mill sailing down on spring freshet,
when all at once the bride was missing.
Her newly .ionnd husband looked under
the table, but she was not there.
The guests separated to search. Some
looked down the well, others down cellar,
others in the hen.coop, and smoke-house,
and behind the pig.pen. No lmogene.
Then some said that she had been alb
Quoted, while others scoffed at the idea Of
girl weighing l96 pounds and having a
scream which could'be heard for two miles
being carried off in broad daylight, and in
q neighboFhood where the Democrats had
200 majority.
A detective was called In. he looked at
her old shawl, measured the length OF her
shoes, and decided that it was a mysterious
affair. He would take the case If desired,
bnt would not promise any satisfactory
solution under year and half.
Ihe fair Imogene's father hadn't be-
trayed much excitement up to this point.
The wedding feast was the first square
meal he had tackled for six months, and
be wanted TO fill up before giving way to
emotions-He was now full. lie turned
around upon the excited and distressed
guests, commanded them 10 hush their
hullsbaloo, and disappeared upstairs.
When the coy Imogene slipped away
from the feast, It WIS TO see il her husband
would miss and follow her. She Slid up
stairs, mounted to the garnet, and after
brushing the cobwebs of her nose bhe ad-
vsnced 10 the pig blue chest in the corner.
This chest hsd been made TO hold her
fathers Government bonds, and was
hoped with iron and provided with a
spring lock, which never cost less than
dollar. Her mission was to hide in the
chest and see il her husband would be
soft enough 10 climb up there and throw
up the lid and call peek-a-boo. AS the
reader knows, be wasn't the man to catch
on.
The old man D'Eustis walked up stairs
and made his way 10 the garrett through
the same trap-door the bride had used. He
thought she might be up there 10 take
last farewell look at the punches Of catnip,
moldy school books, and broken spinning
wheels. He could not see her. He called
aloud, but the whistle OF the tug en- the |
river was the only answer. He turned to |
20, but something whispered to him that
perhaps he might fnd plug Of tobacco or
o bottle OF stomach bitters in the old chest |
He ad yanced with beating heart and threw |
up toe lid.
"Why, pop, is that you'll" cried the fair
Imogene as sne spran2 up and ripped her
bridal dress clear down the back.
eyes, this is me?" growled the old nau,
"and what the i'ACracks arc you doing
here?"
Hiding from Sam"
"l'm tarnal mind to box your ears, big |
as you ore Here you've raised a regular
city convention all over the house, spOllt a
dress which cost me Sl4 with the making,
upset your mother: and scarf old Mrs. spi-
got into fl"
please, pop, /"
"You git Drap yourself through that
skip down there, and tell the
crowd that you don't know beans when
The bags united