Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-16
THE MODERN GINEVRA.
But the s'Spring.Lock Hid in Am.
bush There Didn't Fastex'
Her Down Forever"
Detroit Free Press. I


The fair Lmogene D'Enstis had been
welded to the knightly Sam Higgins. The
clergyman had been handed S3in cash to pay
for the splicing, the guests were filing them
selves up with eatables, and everything was
sliding along as smoothly as cider mM sail
ing down on spring freshes, when all at
once the bride was missing.
Her newly found husband locked under
the table, but she was not there.
The guests separated to search Some
looked down the well-others down eeIar-
others in the hen-coop and smoke-house and
behind the pig pen. No Inogens
Then some said that she had been abducted.
while others scoffed at the idea Of CIR
weighing 1876 pounds and having scream
which could be heard two miles, being car-
ried off in broad daylight, and in a neighbor-
hood where the Democrats had over two hun
bred majority.
A detective was called in. He looked al
her old shawl measured the length of hel
shoes, and decided that it was mysterious
affair. He would take the case if desired
but would not promise any satisfactory solu-
ton under a year and a half.
| The fair Imogene's father hadn't betrayed
much excitement up to this point The wed
tackled for six months, and he wanted to fill
up before giving way to emotion. He was
now full. He turned around upon the ex-
cited and distressed guests, commanded them
to hush their hullaballo, and disappeared up
stairs.
| When the coy Imogene slipped away from
the feast it was to see if her husband would
miss and follow her. She slid up stairs,
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the cob webs off her nose she advanced to the
big blue chest in the corner. The chest had
been made to hold her fathers government
bonds, and was hoped with iron and pro-
vided with spring lock, which never cost
! less than a dollar. Her mission was to hide
in the chest and see if her husband would be
soft enough to climb up there and throw up
the lid and call peek-a-boo. As the reader
! knows, he wasn't the man to catch on.
| The old man D'Eustis walked up stairs and
made his way to the garnet through the same
trap-door the bride had used. He thought she
might be up there to take last farewell look
at the punches Of catnip, moldy school books
and broken spinning-wheeas. He eoad not
see her. He called aloud, but the whistle OF
! the tug on the river was the only answer.
He turned to go. but something whiRared to
hAhu Ii1ktb pei AnfkS H6 uilu6 uIuk p0lS a D.
! bacco or bottle of stomach bitters IN The old
chest. He advanced with beating haaso and
threw up the lid.
"Why, pop, is this your cried thasziie Imo
gene as she sprang up and ripped hee hxida'
dress clear down the back.
| eyes, this is mel" growled tho old man
''and what the jimcracks are you doing heper
Gliding from Sam
"I'm q tarnal mind to box your eass, big
as you are! Here you've raised regular
city convention all over the house, spoilt g
dress which cost me S14 with the making, up
set your mother, and scarf old Mrs Spigo
i into ftp
"Please, pop, l."
''You git! Drap yourself through tina
trap-hole, skip down there and tell the Grove
that you don't know beans when the bagi
united"
And the bride got. And her husband was
so mad that he burned up free railroad pas
to Chicago, and her mother cried, and he1
father went off down town to play poker
and, taken all in all, the coy bride and thf
old chest and the spring lock business didn'
pay 10 cents on the dollar.