The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-11-23
q MODERN GINEVRA.
But the '.Spring-Lock Hid in Am
bush There Didn't Fasten'
Her Down Forever.o

Detroit Free Pres
The fair Imogene D'Eustis had been
welded to the knightly Sam Higgins. The
clergyman had been handed Sc in cash to pay
for the splicing, the guests were filling them
selves up with eatables, md everything was
sliding along as smoothly as a cider mill sail
ing down on a spring freshet, when all Mt
once the bride was missing.
Her newly found husband ooked under
the table, but she wal 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 this pig pen. No Imogene.
Then some said that she had been abducted
while others scotfed at the idea Of a girl
Weighing 1876 pounds and having u scream
which could be heard two miles, being car
riod Off in broad daylight, and in a neighbor-
hood where the Democrats had over two hum
dred majority.
A detective wns called in He looked nj
her old shawl, measured the length Of her
shoes, and decided that 1t was a mysterious
affair. He would take the case II desired,
but would not promise any satisfactory solu-
ton under a year and q half.
The fair Imogene's father hadn't betrayed
much excitement up to this point. The we'd
ding feast was the first square meal he rad
tackled for six months. and he wanted to fill
up before giving way to emotion. He wa
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
tho feast 1t was to See IL her husband would
miss and follow her. She slid up stairs,
mounted 10 the garnet, and after brushing
the cob webs or her nose she advanced TO the
big blue chest in the corner. The chest had
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bonds, and was hooped with iron and pro-
vided with a spring lock, which never cost
less than a dollar. Her mission was to hide
I'm the chest and sec IL 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 20 catch on.
Tho old man D'Eustis walked up stairs and
made his way TO the garrett through the same
trap-door the bride had used He thoughts she
might be up there to take a last farewell look
at the punches of catnip, moldy school books
and broken spinning-wheels. He could not
soc hcr. He called aloud. but the whistle of
the tug on the river was the only answer.
He turned To go, but something whispered to
him that perhaps he might find n plug of to-
bacco or n bottle of stomach bitters in the old
chest. He advanced with beating heart and
threw up the lid.
why, pop, is this your cried the fair limo
gene as she sprang up and ripped her bridal
dress clear down the back.
Eyes, this Is mel" growlcd the old man
land what the jimcracks are you doing heref,
Gliding from Sam
"Tm a tarnal mind to box your ears, big
as you arel Here you've raised Il regular
city convention all over the house, spoilt a
dress which cost me sl4 with the making, up
set your mother, and scarf old Mrs. Spigot
into n itln
"Please, pop, l."
You gitl Drap yourself through that
trap-hole, skip down there and tell the crowd
that you don't know beans when the bags
untied.n
And the bride got. And her husband was
so mad that he burned up a free railroad pass
to Chicago, and her mother cried, and her
father went off down town to play poker,
and, taken all in all, the coy bride and the
old chest and the spring lock business didn't
pay 10 cents on the dollar.