Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-05-11
A HONEYMOON STORY.

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We spent our honeymoon at st. Bridget.
super-Mare, and as natural consequence
we quarrelled.
NY marriage with Celia Dobson was not
looked upon with much favor by the greater
part of my relations. We Blundells are
most of us, proud of our family and an
cestors. We claim to be the direct de.
scendants of the Blondel who serenaded
Ceur de Lion outside his prison window.
With the exception of this incident, |
never could find out that my ancestors had
ever distinguished themselves in any way
but my Aunt Matilda, who had acted as
guardian to me since my fathers death,
never lost an opportunity of impressing
upon me that we Blundells were second to
none in point of blood and descent. | can
see now the air of conscious pride and
dissatisfaction with which she always
spoke of the Family" ALWAYS with a
capital F., or settled any vexed question
of etiquette by quoting whatever had been
from time immemorial the custom of the
Blundells with regard to the subject under
discussion.
1t was, therefore, a shock of no ordinary
kind when | announced my intention of
marrying Celia Dobson.
The Dobsons were in trade. That was
enough-more than enough for Aunt Ma
tilda. She wept, she entreated, she i'm
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Blundell escutcheon by allying myself
with one who probably could not enumer-
ate her ancestors for further back than
paltry century.
But her expectations were all in vain
| was my own master. | was head over
ears in love with Celia, and | considered
that was ON the whole, the best judge of
what would be likely to add to my happi-
ness; and having informed Aunt Matilda
that | intended to please myself on this
occasion, and further added that it was an
honors to the Blundells to have such an
angel as my Celia introduced among them,
left her to mourn over my degeneracy and
willfulness and to prophesy that no good
would come of it.
Our wedding took place in Maya pro-
verbally unlucky month-but we both of
Us scorned such superstition. Our original
intention had been to spend fortnight of
our honeymoon in Paris and the remain
ing fortnight in London; but some short
time before our wedding-day Matthew
Dobson, Celia's great-uncle and godfather,
must needs take it into his head to offer us
the loan of his villa at St. Bridgets-super-
Mare. | was at first for refusing it with
thanks, but Celia's mother, whether from
the fact she had expectations from Uncle
Matthew and was afraid of offending him,
or from an idea that it was the fashiona-
BILE thing to do, pressed Celia to accept !;
and II was far too happy to care very
much where / went, so long as Celia went
went with me.
So to St. Bridgets We went | must say
the weather was most unkind to u.s. The
two first days of our stay at Montenotte
las Mr.. Dobson had called his villa) were
days of continual rain, utterly precluding
any idea of leaving the house and when
the third day came and there was still no
sign of clear, / began to regret that
had given up our Paris plan so easily.
The house was comfortable enough but
to me. who have always been to a mild ex-
tent follower of the esthetic school, the
style Of furniture was depressingly ugly.
The royal blue repp curtains OF the draw
ing-room and the corner brackets, covered
with emerald green velvet and trimmed
with maerame lace, set my teeth on edge.
The walls were spattered with plates, most
OF them of absolutely worthless china, and
Mr.. Dobson's artistic proclivities were fur
ther evidenced by a badly-modelled ala
baster Cupid and Psyche under glass
shade in the middle of large mahogany
table, and an undoubted @ Carlo Dolci
Holy Family, which hung over the fire.
place, carefully shrouded from view by a
red moreen curtain. As ! look back to
that room in my minds eye, | consider
that had some excuse for feeling out OF
temperi
do not think | should have been so
much aggravated by my surroundings if /
could have, so to speak, ''let off steam" by
expressing my horror of them TO Celia.
But she appeared quite satisfied, even de-
lighted with everything, and / ask any
married man il there is anything more try
ing to moral fiber than TO see the wife OF
your bosom calmly, placidly good-tem-
pered, when you yourself are seething
with suppressed ill-humor?
made one attempt TO improve matters
by suggesting that it might be good plan
if we were to put away in some box the
white crochet antimacassars with which
the drawing-room was plentifully adorned
until we were going away, but Celia looked
puzzled.
"What a funny idea, Dick ~ she said.
"Why should you want to do that ~
'sThey will get so dirty, you know"
prevaricated feebly.
But, you stupid boy, they will wash
beautifully Uncle Matt would never
have left them here if he did not wish Us
10 use Them
saw she was hopelessly contented, and
walked away to the window with my irita-
tion driven inwards, and therefore, like a
rash under the same circumstances, much
mere dangerous.
Whatever poets may say, May is not a
pleasant month, especially by the seaside.
As looked ont now, saw before me dull
gray world. Heavy gray clouds overhead,
heaving, gray expanse of sea below. The
tide was out, and TO right and left stretched
away as far as i could see long reach OF
sandy shore-pleasant, enough, doubtless,
in summertime, but now looking drearily
uninteresting, as the waves broke on it
with monotonous, melancholy swish.
a cold northwesterly wind was driving
the rain against the windows, and the trees
bowed and swayed and flung up their arms
as though mourning for the early fate of
their beautiful young leaves which the
wind was recklessly tearing from the pa
rent stem and strewing on the ground.
mo going out for us again to-day as far
as can see," said gloomily.
Celia sighed alphabetically.
at is too bad, isn't it," she said. "And
had set my heart on ride with you,
Dick Wasn't it kind of Uncle Matt to
send down his two horses for US? do
love riding don't you, Dick p
She walked over TO the window and
passed her hand carelessly through my
arm; but / was longing for a plausible
grievance, and the fact of not being able
to find one made me twice as irritable as
before.
As she seemed to expect an answer, l
said, with that particular dump" sound