Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1889-05-19
A HONEYMOON STORY.
eve FELL OUT, MY WIFE AND L"

Nv marriage with Celia Dobson was
not looked upon with much favor by the
greater part Of my relations We Blum
dells are, most OF us, proud OF our iainl-
I ly and ancestors. We claim TO be the
direct descendants Of the Blondel who
serepaded Cocur dc Lion outside
| his prison window. With the e1cep--
/ ton Of this incident, never could ma
ont that my ancestors had ever distin-
/ euished themselves IN any way 4; but my
| Aunt Matilda, who bad acted as guardian
to me since my fathers death, never lost
an opportunity OF impressing upon me
/ that we Blundells we're second TO mono
/ in point of blood and descent can see
now the air of conscious pride and self
satisfaction with which she always spoke
OF "the Family always with capital
II, OF settled any vexed question OF ell
! duette by quoting whatever had neeh
| from time immemorial the custom OF the
Blundells with regard 10 the subject I'M
der discussion.
1t was, therefore, shock OF no ordi-
nary kind when announced my lnteh-
ton of marrying Celia Dobson.
The Dobsous we're in trade. That was
enouoh-more than enough for Aunt
Matilda. She wept, she entreated, she
implored me not TO sully the glory OF
the Blundell escutcheon by aIying my
self with one who probably could not
enumerate her ancestors for further back
than paltry century.
But her expostulations were all IN vain'
I was my own master. ! was head over
ears in love with Celia, and l considered
that was on the whole, the best Judge
of what would be likely to add to my
happiness and having informed Aunt
Matilda that intended to please myself
on this occasion, and further added that
il was an honor to the BIundellS TO nave
such an angel rs my Celia introduced
among them, 1 left her 10 mourn over
nv degeneracy aud wilfulness, and to
prophecy that no good would come OF 1t.
Our wedding took place in Maya
proverbiallv unlucky mOnth-but We
both of us scorned such superstition.
/ Our original intention Lad been to spend
q fortnight OF cur honeymoon IN Paris
and the remaining 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 10 otter us the loan OF his
villa at ~. Bridcets- supcr-Mare. l was
at first for refusing II WITH thanks. but
Celia's mother, whether from the fact
| that she had expectations from Uncle
Matthew and was afraid OF offending
him. or from an idea that 1t was the
fashionable thing to do, pressed Celia to
accept and ii was far too hsppy-to
care very much where l went, 50 long as
Celia went with ne.
So to IT. Bridgets We went. | must
say the weather was most unkind to lis.
4 The two first days Of our stay at Monte
note Gas Mr.. DObson had called ms
villa were days of continual ram, utter
w precluding any idea OF leaving the
house, and when the third day came,
and there was sill no sign OF clear, L
began to regret that had given up our
Paris plan 50 easily.
The house was comfortable enough,
/ but ONE, who have always been 10 amid
extent u follower Of the aesthetic school,
| the style OF furniture was depresslngly
ugly. The royal blue repp curtains OF
/ the drawing and the corner
! brackets covered with emerald-green
| velvet. and trimmed with macrsme lace.
set my teeth on edge. The walls were
spatterrd with plates. most of them OF
absolutely worthless china, and MIR. Dob
sons artistic procliyities were further
evidenced by bsdly-modelled alabsster
Cupid and Psyche under glass shade
in the middle Of large mahogany table,
and an undoubted ID Carlo Dolci Holy
/ Family which hung over the fireplace,
carefully shrouded from view by red
moreen curtain. As | look back to chat
room 10 my minds eye ! consider that l
+ had some excuse for feeling out OF tem-
per
] did not think I should have been so
much aggravated by my surroundings If
/ / could have, so TO speak, "let of
steam /" by expressing my horror Of them
to Celia. But she appeared quite salts
fed, even delighted, with everything
and l ask any married man If there IS
anything more trying to moral fiber
than to see the wife OF your bosom CAIN
", placidly good-tempered when You
Yourself are seething with suppressed Ill
humor?
made one attempt to improve mat
ters by suggesting that 1t might be a
good plan if we were to put away il
come box the white crochet antimacas-
sars 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 >"
They will get SO dirty, you know" l
prevaricated feebly.
But you stupid boy. Trey will wash
beautifully Uncle Matt would never
have LETT them here il he did not wish us
TO use them"
/ saw she was hopelessly contented,
and walked away to the window with
my irritation driven inwards, and there
fore, like rash under the same clrcum-
stances, much more dangerous
Whatever poets may say, May is not O
pleasant month, especially by the sea
side. As I looked out now ] saw before
me A dull gray world. Heavy gray
clouds overhead, heaying gray e1panse
OF sea below. The tide was out, and t.
right and LETT stretched away as far as /
could see long reach OF sandy shore
pleasant enough, doubtless in summer
time, but now looking drearily unin-
terestinG, as the waves broke on 1t 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. IS though mourning for the
early lato Of their beautiful young leaves,
which the wind was recklessly tearing
from the parent stem and strewing on
the ground.
No gong out for us again to-day as
far as 1 can Sec" said gloomily.
Celia sighed sympathetically.
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? 1 DO love riding; don't you,
DicS?"
She walked over to the window and