San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-08-07
IN MOONLIGHT AND BREEZE
THE BRIDGE is LOVE LANE ON
NIGHTS LIKE THESE.
Every Lassie Has a Laddy and
There's No Wailing and Won
dering Where the
Men Are.

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dering Where the
| Men Are.
New York Sun.
The Brookly bridge is fine place
to stand and kiss pretty girl of a
moonlit night. 1t happened at about
10 o'clock last evening just un-
der the great arch of the pier
on the New York side. There
were lots of people there at
the time, but their attention was for
| tunately attracted by steamer just
below, which blew off its hoarse
| whistle frantically, ana every body
| went to the rails to look down. The
young man saw his opportunity. He
had evidently been teasing her as
| they walked arm in arm down the
promenade. and just as they got into
the shade of the policemen's hut, and
the other promenaders We're
| looking at the steam boat, he sudden
Iy pressed her left arm with his right
to her side so that the poor thing
could not resist effectually, ducked
| his head. and shut out her view so
| that she could not see what he was
| going to do, and in an instant the
| blissfuI deed was done. No one saw
| it. except the man in the moon, per-
haps, who was peering down through
the network of cables and wires at
the time, and the chance passer who
writes this, but neither of these wit
nesses will tell.
There were lots and lots of other
people on the bridge last evening.
The policemen said they came out to
get the air, but the policemen were
either very stupid or they were tell
ing stories. OF course there were
few men who strolled across to give
their whiskers chance There was
fine stiff breeze blowipg), butanybody
with half an eye could see that the
great majority were making use OF
the promenade to do their counting.
The few unaccompanied men got SO
tired of themselves that they SAT
on the benches that are scat
tered along on both sides of the,
walk at intervals of two or three
rods. There were not enough
benches, and always some couple in
counting trim came along and sat
down too. They were very much oc-
cupied with each other and did not
care whether the lone man was there
or not, and that made it worse for
him. Sometimes he moved on, but
enerally he turned his back, put his
chin in his hands and looked down
through the cracks at the tide rolling
dismally 120 feet below. The bridge
is for all people who can pay the one
cent tribute, but when the moon is
full and the sky is clear, and the
breeze comes cheerfully from the
southwest, no man really wants to
walk over 1t alone.
And what q moon it was! No man
with particle of sentiment and pref
ty girl along could resist it. Under
its light all the girls were pretty, and
all the young men devoted. The
melancholy spinster of the sea shore,
who have been dropping into poetry
of late, should take spin over the
bridge some warm night and pluck
up courage. There are not half
enough benches, however. If double
the number were put down they
would still be SO far apart that the
delightful gable of one bench could
not be heard by the delightful CAB
blers on the next. This matter
should be attended to. Those who
had the luck so get bench, and
sometimes two couples managed with
one, behaved just as if all the world
were theirs. 1t was fine, and the
W nd sung to the stars about it.
Some of the people who went out
on the bridge last night were old
enough to have forgotten the taste for
moonlit paths. They were fathers
and mothers, and they brought their
children with them. The youngsters
frolicked, played tag, and enjoyed
themselves generally.
Papa" said grave young chap of
about Z, don't you think that If
Mayor Grant knew what q nice
bridge this is he'd build another
interchangeable of it?"
Many were bareheaded, both chill
dren and grown folks, men and wo-
men. Very few among the hundreds
were crossing the bridge. They were
all idling. One young woman was
unattended. She wore spectacles and
held her head very high, and until
you saw the back of her head you
thought she had no hat OH. There
was something there, though, pinned
on, and probably useful as a tribute
to convention. This young lady
marched. as If she meant business;
from Brooklyn to the New York pier
and back again. 1t was the fastest
pace made on the bridge, and it was
moderate at that.
| The temperature was noticeably
much cooler than in the city, and the