The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1888-11-28

Journey.
The sun never shone upon lovelier
morning than that which ushered in
the wedding day of Billiger McSwat
and Lobelia Grubb.
Far away in the dreamy distance
stretched q landscape that seemed to
tremble and vibrate in the mellow
haze of the golden October day as if
the unseen spirits that inhabit the air
were beating it with fairy wings in the
irrepressible exuberance of overfiowing
life and Joy.
Billiger and Lobelia McSwat had
just started on their wedding journey.
Animated by the sincere and laud-
able purpose of affording no indication
in their manner, apparel or behavior
that they were taking such IA trip,
Billiger wore suit of new black broad
cloth, with lavender necktie, and
Lobelia was attired in silk dress of
delicate lilac tint, with no conspicuous
ornaments except large solitaire ring
on one of the fingers of her left hand
and few orange blossoms modestly
and becomingly arranged in her Paris
ian travelling hat. They sat on the
luxurious cushion of palace car, Bill
Tigers arm resting carelessly on the
back of the seat occupied by his lovely
bride, and Lobelia leaning toward
Billiger In the easy, tender, confidlng
manner of mother in Israel going
with her aged companion to an Old
Settlers meeting, or the Secretary OF
a Young Ladies' Society for the Dis
semination of Useful knowledge ac-
companying an elder brother on
shopping expedition.
"Billiger," faltered the bride, turn
ing her beautiful eyes trustingly to his,
"nobody would suspect that we are
that we haze Just been--that we are on
our-do you Think"
Certainly not. Lobelia," affirmed
Billiger, with great positiveness, as he
smiled fondly and reassuringly upon
her.
They think we are brother and Sis
ter, Billiger, or, at least, we are old
married.
"Chestnuts !" exclaimed voice.
The young husband turned fercely
around to see who had spoken.
1t was the train-boy, an innocent lad
of IL summers, on whose face was
look of lsuch childlike simplicity that
Billiger's hasty suspicious were at once
allayed.
"Lobelia, my love-" he said, ten
derby, "would you like some chest
nuts?"
eff you like, dear" she replied,
trustingly.
Billiger put his hand into his pocket.
Then he put his other hand into his
other pocket, and his face turned an
ashen gray.
"Lobeha!" he said, hoarsely, IT
have left my pocketbook, with my
money and tickets, in my other pain
my other trousers Have you any
money with you? Quick Here comes
the CONDUCTOR
Il think 1 have, Billiger," said Lo-
bella.
She put her hand in her pocket, and
turned pale.
"Billiger," she exclaimed, piteously,
Il have left my pocketbook in my other
dress!"
The station at which the train
stopped was only seven miles from
home Billiger and Lobalia McSwat
got out, the ecstatic bridegroom per
suaded grasping, sordid monopolist
who kept livery stable to accept his
gold watch as security for the hire of a
carriage and driver, and Mr. and Mrs.
McSwat drove home in pensive silence
through the balmy autumnal landscape,
which the mellowed rays of the golden
October sun bathed in sea of molten
glory.
If the story of the first day of Bill
ger and Lobelia's wedding journey
shall serve as a warning TO others, it
will not have been written by the sor-
rowing historian in vain.