The Dickinson press., 1884-12-13
Loves Test.
From the Rochester Union.

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Some weeks ago there appeared in
society here ahandsome young stranger,
we'll dressed, polished, agreeable. He
represented himself to be a member of
ore of the largest banking and mining
firms in the west, and was regarded
here as a nan of great wealth, some
culture, and the best social position.
The doors of the best society We're
thrown open to him, and the brides.
cent glory of our beaux was for the
time eclipsed by this new luminary.
But, although like the sun, he slone
for all, he soon singled out "the IL
fair woman" upon whom as o focus he
concentrated the full force of his amor
ardor. She was n of the loveliest
of Rochester's beauties, one of the most
popular of Rochester's bellies, and the
daughter of one of our most wealthy
and respected citizens. Other lovers
had wooed her in vain, but to him
like the %sunflower to her king, her
whole being burst into the full flower
of love beneath his beaming rays, and
she turned her face to him and followed
him loyalty, trustingly followed him to
the altar and took upon herself the
most sacred of all VOWS; and then, when
the wedding cake had been cut, and her
traveling-dress donned, she said good
bye to her parents and the friends of
her youth-to the old girl-life which
she was leaving behind-said "good-
bye, good bye" and stepped into the
carriage to follow him "across the hills
and far away" and all the world over,
if so he might will. And as the car
riage rolled over the gas-studded
street toward the Central depot,
she rested upon her husbands should
er and pictured to herself the new home.
whittier she was going-pictured PROUD
old place by the western sea with its
swish of fountains, and its lap of lakes,
and its towering trees, and its sumpt-
uous interior and its grand, grand
views overlooking the spires of
San Francisco, and the winged arg
osies of the nations as they beat through
the golden gate, and the-But here the
carriage stopped, and her husband get
ting out, assisted her to alight. They
were in front of a small cottage in the
neighborhood formerly known as tine
Wakelee farm, in the outskirts of the
city; and, placing his arm gently
around her, he led her to the door.
"Why are you stopping here, Fred
erick?" she asked in bewilderment.
"This, my darling, is u future
home," he replied, tenderly but tri-
umphantly, as he pushed the door open
and entered the scantily furnished
domicile.
Frederick! Frederick! What
do you mean?"
"I mean, my sweet" drawing her
closer to him and smiling happily as he
spoke in q soft vo~ice,"s'I mean that I
am not a banker-that I am not rich
that I am not a western man,-nor q
Californian-that-"
"Sir" coldly, and drawing haugh-
tily from him.
"But that I am a coachmanp
20, Frederick, you delicious old dar-
ling, you'll" and she rushed into his
arms and buried her face on his shirt
bosom, laughing Historically for JOY.
ayes. my dear, I am a coachman and
have been n ever since [ have been
anything almost. You see, 1 felt long
ing for love, for true, true love. Many
proud and wealthy maidens smiled on
me, but 1 feared that they cared not for
me, but for my position; and SO I re-
solved to disguise myself as a rich swell
and seek some woman who would love
me for myself alone and not because I
was a coachman. And now, my dear,
that I have found her, I throw off all
disguise and am a coachman once more
your coachman, and yours only"
30, Frederick; you dear, dear old
Frederick! How noble, how generous
you are! And to think that I ever
should be a coachman's wife! I never,
never dared to dream of such happiness
for moor little melO