The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1889-05-30
CAN'T SEE ANOTHER.
AN UNSOPHISTICATED HON
EYMOONING COUPLE
WENT To THE NEW
YORK CENTENNIAL.
Enough Experience, Dearly Bought,
TO Last to All Eternity.


George W. Clark and Martha
W. Van Vert were married in
Slingerland Center, n. Y, on
Monday, April 90, 1889. George
kept "the store" there; owed not
cent in the world, and had a
hundred dollars, besides his rail
way tickets, in his pocket when
they started on their wedding
journey.
They had planned it months
ago. Both their grandfathers
had served in the Revolutionary
War; both bride and groom bore
names handed down from that
era, and both were "well up" in
American history.
John Adams Clark, cousin to
George W., had been "clerking
it" in Nassau street for three
years. He had engaged rooms
las a special and personal favor
to himself, the proprietor'5
friend, he wrot-,in the Rocham-
beau Hotel.
"Hang exp1nse!" George w.
had written in ordering quarters.
ga man expects to have bnt one
bridal tour, and it is yet more
certain that a Centennial comes
but once in a hundred years."
John met them at the Forty
second street station with a car
riage, upon their arrival or Tues
day morning.
The conveyance was old and
rusty, the horse older and rustier,
the driver Oldest and rustiest of
all. The jolting and rocking
over the stones on their way to
the hotel threatened, said jolly
George w., to shake the filling
out Of their teeth.
"He has such spirits!" smiled
the pretty bride. "But who could
be depressed on such a day, in
such a scene? It is like Fairy
Land. And I just doat upon a
crowd 70
She repeated the exclamation,
standing at the window of the
reception-room at the Rocham-
beau, overlooking the gorgeous
panorama below.
"I suppose we can see as we'll
here as anywhere else-can't
we" she added, in naive COM
placency.
"I am afraid all the hotel front
windows are engaged" said John
Adams, who had escorted her
up, leaving George w. to settle
with the driver. "1 guess I'll
60 and see where George is"
He looked AID felt uneasy.
The best bar ain he could make
for the miserable trap and rack
o'-Dones that had brought them
from the station was ten dollars.
George w., his complexion
like a purple cabbage, was in
in loud dispute with the seedy
cabman. A crowd Of grinning
loafers surrounded them; two
Rochambeau porters Stood on
the steps, superciliously disgust
ed. A policeman charged into
the mob, club in hand, as John
Adams appeared, with vocifer-
Gus "Move onW
The driver had demanded fif.
teen dollars for the job. John
Adams urged that it was a viola
tion Of contract; George W. as
serted that he would carry "the
thing before a Justices Court
sooner than pay it. The tumult
promised a side-show not sci
down in the programme. The of.
ficer swore impartially at al
concerned.
"Pay him !" he ordered, bru
tally. "Next time, look sharp
There's no use disputing any
thing to day. Centennial prices
you knowp' =
| The "next time" was wheI
the elevator carried the brida
couple up five stories to a stuffy
single-bed room upon a court
dimly illumined by one gas bum
er. "All right, sir!" affirmed
the porter. "Last room we hai
left. Wouldn't have got this
but party called home by tele
} gram. Half million people'l
sleep in the streets O. N Yoil
t'-night."
George covertly distracted I
card from the back of the door
and, while his wife made he
, toilet, carried it to the crowded
office.
'sCan this be correct ?" tryin!
to speak calmly as the eros
! clerk glanced impatiently a
him. "No. 450 is heastly hole
, not fit for decent man, to sa.
:. nothing of a woman. Yet her
, I find it set down at S15 a da.
for one person, $25 for two"
"Needn't keep it if you don
like it. Could let it to othe
! parties for $50 this minute
{ Centennial rush must be mel
somehow. Move On, please!' %
Forty dollars gone-or as goo
: as gone-already, and nothing
g or worse than nothing-to sho,
for it, And they had mean