The state journal., 1884-08-30
MODEST BRIDE.


4 COY Young woman Turns Her Husband
Ont of the Room While She Dlsropes.
Buffalo Correspondence.
Perhaps the most amusing spectacle at
a Niagara Falls hotel may be witnessed
in the corridors from $50 to 1l:3O at any
evening during the "bridal' season. Go.
early, so as to be in time; ascend to about
the third floor, and take up your post OF
observation in some convenient embra'
sure-say in the window at the end of the
hall. The half hour will hardly have
struck when door after door will open in
quick succession and groom after groom
will emerge sneakingly from its closing
portal, give quick glance over his
shoulder, and then walk leisurcly up and
down with don't care-a- damnatlve cX-
preston on his face that is indescrlbably
ludicraus. One moment he simpers
shamefacedly at his fellow sufferers who
pass him in their march, and another
glares savagely az if spelling for fight
But all the time he is looking anXiously
at his watch, until half-hOur has passe d
slowly away, when he steals hastily back
to his door, knocks and enters, where ne
cessitv compels us TO leave him. The
explanation is simple; he has been sent
out while the young and inexperienced
madam disrobcs herself. lie is ashamed
to go down stairs, so he watches out the
| vigil in the hall. .
On one joyful and ne'er-to be forgotten
occasion-the first of the many times
| that have sought to console myself tol
the woes of bachelordom by this pitiable
sight-I was called in to assist at the re
union after the half hour had elapsed.
| A groom, bigger and madder than the
average, had hardly re entered his nuptia
| chamber when he reappeared with dlres
| alarm and CONSERVATION depicted upoI
his countenance. His room was the enc
one in the hall, and my face the first tt
meet his ag0nized face.
"Are YOU one of the hotel men p hi
gasped.
Il am, sir. replied, with that innate
truthfulness that characterized the dc
scendants of George Washington.
"Well, sir, my wife has gone, sir, ant
Tll have her, sir if search every room
in your cursed old shanty.
In vain | sought to console the agitateC
youth and to check the current of pro
fanity that coursed with Niagara S own
| rush and roar from his trembling lips. Ii
vain [ assured him that it was not custO
mary with wives to run away so early IL
the marital life, and that there was not
case on record of ones quitting her bet
and board before the expiration
of the honeymoon. 1t was useless-h
would not be comforted-till finally
purely out of the philanthrophy of a.
unseIfsh heart, l suggested that he lie
me assist him in examining his room TO
traces of the missing bride. He at one
assented and threw open the door.
entered with noiseless reverence. N
human being but ourselves was visible
In the corner, piled upon a chair, wer
the ordinary articles of wOman's az
pearel, the smaller and more mysteriOu
garments hidden under the larger L
the bed was a mock front, composed OF
pillow and flannel skirt, which tn
wrath of the alarmed husband had ruth
lessly and immodestly exposed. too
in the situation at glance. There wa
evidently nothing under the bed-that Il
nothing of any cOnsequence-for it cam
too near the floor. There were no closet
in the room, no other doors, and nothin
behind which one could hide. There wa
howe yer, what the French call a butfe
with shelves at the top and folding doc
at the bottom.
l gauged the thing in my minds ey
[ and concluded there was just roo
enough for q flexible little woman witt
out much clothing to squeeze in ther
All this was but the work of ali instant
observation, and then l spoke with IN
| mouth sharply: -.
| her.
Without waiting for me to hide III
/ bushes behind the door he opened IL
buffet with bound, and there nestle
amid cloud of fleecy white was tn
prettiest little rosebud Of face that eV,
cleaned out Of lace and linen.