Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1889-01-03
THE WRONG ADDRESS.
The Happiness That Resulted from
Slight Mistake.

Mr.. George Redmond, bachelor, OF
Philadelphia, travelling down from
Pittsburgh in parlor car. found him
self interested in a young woman
whose seat was nearly opposite his
own. As for the young woman her.
self, having glanced at Mr.. Redmond
long enough to reach the conclusion
that he was good-looking and we'll
bred, she settled down into the lux
urious chair and buried herself in q
novel. She had periodical resurrec-
tions during which she was family
conscious of Mr.. Redmond's eyes upon
her, but there was naught in her man.
ner to encourage filtration, and if Mr..
Redmond had for a moment harbored
so ill-bred a thought he must have
promptly expelled it from his mind.
He found it extremely pleasant, how
ever, to feast his eyes upon the fine
changing color of her cheek, and he
noted with delight the Intelligent
eyes. the dimpled chin, the straight
nose and the soft hair, with its
simple knot so strikingly feminine.
Had Mr.. Redmond been able to read
certain memorandum concealed in the
small pocket-boolk that rested along
with dainty handkerchief on the
young lady's lap his interest would
have been heightened and his curiosity
piqued. The memorandum. jotted up
on a visiting card, read thus: "No.
IL Walnut Street"
When the train reached Philadel-
phia, after a parting glance at his
pretty neighbor. Mr.. Redmond went
down town about his business, and
the young woman set about carry
ing out the programme laid
down in her memorandum. Reach
ing the number indicated, she
dismissed the hanson and rang
the bell. Half a minute later the
vestibule door opened, and the young
woman confidently entered.
81 am Miss Brown" said the visitor,
with the indulgent smile that we keep
for the servants of our friends.
'.Oh, yes, Miss, we was expectin'
you," answered the maid, throwing
wide the door.
''Then my brother received my dis
patch?r queried Miss Brown, betraying
the usual feminine suspicion of things
mundane that depend for their accom-
plishment upon the faithfulness of
man.
"Oh, yes, Miss; last night. He said
if you'd only "a let him knowd what
train you was comm on he'd "a met
you at the Broad Street Station"
They're all out, are they9" Juggling
at her jacket and finally releasing the
top button.
YES, Miss, but you can come right
in here. Mr.. Brown said this would
be your room"
The maid conducted her charge
through narrow passage to prettily-
furnished little rear room. Miss Brown
mentally noted the condition of sew
eral rooms opening on the passage and
wondered at the array of boots in one
apartment. Even more astonishing
was the varied collection of pipes in
each chamber. She marveled that
Ned's wife could endure the habit of
excessive smoking into which her hus-
band had evidently fallen, and reflected
in a superior virginia. way that a woman
who marries never knows what she
will come to.
THANK you, Celia; I'll do very well
now" said Miss Brown to the maid
when that deft young woman had eN-
planned the geography of the room and
offered any further aid that might be
requisite. ut is half-past four now"
added the young lady. ''Tll take
short nap and perhaps by that time
they'll be i'm
..Oh. yes; think so; at least some
of them will. We have dinner just at
six"
When Miss Brown awokn half an
hour later she saw from her window
that rain was falling in torrents. She
rapidly made ready for dinner, permit
ting herself stealthy peeps into the
apartments of neighbors, the rear OF
whose homes was only stones throw
from her point of observation. She
had taken a last look into the mirror
when she heard an energetic step on
the stairs and some one whistling a
light opera air. Ned seems in good
spirits" was her thought. The dear
fellow, how / long to give him a good
hug! But why doesn't Jennie come,
wonder?"