The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-07-20
HER GOLDEN WEDDING
The Touching Story Of arICld w 2
mans Fidelity to Her Youths
Ideal
Ideal.

1t was slow enough oven Tor a way tram.
It was late afternoon when the train
drew heavily into the great, echoing
station. wherein, to her poor old ears,
which had only known sweet country
sounds FOR fifty years, pandemonium
seemed to have broken loose, and, with
oneaccorl, tobe charging down upon her.
sits all diifer'nt.1 she murmured,
making her weary way along the inter-
rninabla platform, can lsick amt here.
I 'most wish hadn't a come" For a
moment the little black bonnet dropped,
but it was lifted again with tremulous,
Quaint defiance
He allus said he would, an willlr
And grasping the satchel tightly, as
though to stay herself upon the contact
with something that had outlasted
change, she looked up with deter
mined air into the strange, eager faces
of twenty clanlorous liackmen. One of
them slipped out from behind the bar
and took the satchel from her hand.
You want to go semewheres, don't
You, mum? Where do you want to go2H
BE you the stage driver" she queried
innocently. The mans eyes twinkled,
but he answered gravely enough: 'sWell,
yes, drive kind of a stage. Where
abouts did you want tosgo?'
.Is--is the Astor house stanin' yeti"
She looked wistfuily and beseechingly
up at him, as if mutely lbeseeching him
not to say no. The mari without clearly
understanding why, was touched, or, as
he put it to himself, fslt '.all kind of
queer like
stOh, yes, num- he replied with sus-
picious cheeriness, .'thnt'il stan as long
as New York does, reckon. But it's
terrible long ways down town; hadn't
you better go somewhere nearer
mo, must go there. I'm dretful glad
l kin" she added, huskilf. II amt been
in the city this fifty yeaB, you see. an
there's a deal gone since fhen. | didn't
know but that might ina gone too
There were tears of rehef in the anx-
ious eyes as she sank ba@k upon the soft
cushions of the carriage4 Now that the
strain of uncertainty was over she felt
strangely weak. She SCARCELY stirred
during all the long drige down town.
Even her eyes grew tired of watching
the endless rows of buildings and the
seething crowd of faces that hemmed
her in. on every side.
Its no USE she thought at last, clos
ing them YEARLY. 'Iss all terrible
strange. Everything's aiffer'nt, an
don't seem to care for 'en1lnow Isick amt
here
1t was a very feeble, tirsd old lady that
the kindly driver set dowA at last on the
steps OF the Astor house. He said few
words privately to the pirter who took
her satchel. guided her tofhe ladies' par
Ior and summoned a clar4bermaid.
This old lady wants afoom,s he said
to the latter, passing on BE hackmans
information, ian / gus@ you'd better
see to her little. She sesas pretty well
played out"
give me No. 45, if yoa cam put in
the old Lady. eagerly. i've had that
room afore," she hastenedfto add, seeing
the look of surprise Cd their faces.
ssPlayed OUT she certaialy was. She
could scarcely climb tile broad. low
stairs, and walked so WEAKLY along the
corridor that the good nattred chamber
maid was fain to offer he5 her arm for
support.
ssAre YOU going to put he in No. 45?r
oueried the sweet old voic& TREMENDOUSLY.
as they went past door afkr door. along
way which began to seera strangely IA
miliar. like the places ona has seen in
dreams.
eNo, ma'am, not 45," replied the girl,
cheeriIy. that's taken. Forty-seven is
the number And she displayed The
shiny tag depending fronA the big brass
key which the clerk had oven her.
"Ohr' said the old lady b meek disap-
pointment. aim sorry ferthat! / was
in hopes could have tie same room
ag'in. It's only for this once, ye know,
an Isick an me had it afore; fifty years
ago.
.'I'm sorry too, them sid the plump
chambermaid. sympathiziagly. but it
was taken yesterday. There's young
couple in it. l guess thsy amt been
married very long; and sie's as pretty
as picter You'll see ha goin' in and
comm out, shouldn't wonder. Your
rooms right opposite"
"As poorly as a pieter, repeated the
old lady, musingly. That's what Isick
said / was. Ye wouldn'tl b'lieve now
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