The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-03
A BRIDE ON TIE LIMITED
Showers of Rice at the Brood Street
Station.
From the Philadelphia Record.

Station.
From the Philadelphia Record.
Mid shower of rice, and vocal cyclone
of ''godspeed yous" a pretty bride and her
manipulating new husband stepped aboard
the 81. Louis limited at the Broad street
station shortly after 4 o'clock yesterday
! afternoon. They stood for a minute or
two on the rear platform, and,
while handful after handful Of grain
showed upward in their faces, waved a
smiling good-by. A jolly old couple, we'll
along in the sixties. with every indication
of prosperity clinging to their weIl-rounded
forms, also climbed aboard at this juncture
| They did not escape the shower of rice, and
as the pesrly bits Of good luck battered on
| the platform at their feet the old man threw
his arm affectionately about his handsome,
| white-haired wife and beamed on the fun
| loving crowd.
Thank you, boys and girls, but I've been
| there before. Mary and i were married
forty years ago. GoOd-by, anu God bless
| you all"
Then the jolly old couple. followed tho
youthful pair into the sleeping car and tcoK
| the section next to them in time to hear the
pretty bride say firmly:
Now remember, Jack, how we're to act. y
"Al right. my sweetest little, only-er-
| er-I mean, of course, I'll remember, Kit
| tie"
| AS the train pulled out of the dingy
Brood Street station the rays of the sink
| ing sun gilded the interior Of the car with a
| light of gold, and the beginning of the
honeymoon was suspicious. A mysterious
air OF happiness pervaded the entire car.
1t seemed to emanuate from the comically
stern faces of Jack and Kitty. and was re-
Elected in the twinkling eyes and knowing
looks of every person in the coach. In the
| # 2 he h.
passenger forgot his ills. and the fat travel
Ter refused to sleep. Old married people
took retrospective glance and lived over
their own honeymoons again, while callow
| youths and maidens giggled and gurgled
with pure happiness.
| The ante-nuprial agreement to make all
the world think they mad been married for
many years, and that this was simply a
business trip, was severely put to the test.
But nobody was fooled. The jolly old
couple IN the adjoining section nudged each
other in the ribs and fairly shook the car
with suppressed mirth. Kittie, without
even looking at Jack, opened a handbag
and took out novel. She buried her face
| in it.,
AN OLD STORY.
Jack looked out Of the window in a list
less, Indifferent manner for awhile, and
theu plunged madly into the intricacies of a
comic periodical Once in while in chang
ing his position glanced carelessly in the
direction of his bride and then poked his
feet forward until it lightly touched her
foot. 1t was martyrdom. Everything
and everybody babe them be happy. Even
the snip-nap of the conductors ticketpunch
seemed to say good-luck." The swiftly re-
volving wheels as they clicked over the
joints plainly articulated: ''God-speed-you
| both, od-speed-You-both. -
THIS was too much for Jack. Quietly
and timidly he looked in the direction of
Kittie, aud then boldly and defiantly he
took a seat by her side. Gradually they
reached out until their hands clasped. The
old couple stood up and beat each other on
the back in an ecstacy of reminiscent de,
| light, and the entire car laughed quietly in
sympathy. Night stole silently down on
the happy carload. The ebony porter came
in and lighted the lamps. He made up two
end herths, and then deliberately walked up
| to Jack and Kittie, who were whispering
| together, and who had evidently forgotten
their resolution to lock bored and out of
humor. The porter grinned out:
Excuse me, sab, but will l make up one
| berth or twom
Kittie bIushed like a rose and sprang to
| her feet with a pretty shrek of dismey.
Jack was more self-possessed. He mo-
toned the porter to lean forward, and,
pressing bill into the black hand, whis-
pered some instructions.
The berth of the old couple was made up,
| and slowly they climbed in. The fat pas
senger and the dyspeptic man had long
since gone TO bed. The smiling porter,
after respectfully whispering to Jack, dis.
appeared. Kittie timorously parted the
heavy curtains and vanished. Jack arose
slowly and as the bright face of his pretty
wife smiled on him a moment from the
parted curtains he stretched himself lazily,
and with the remark, II guess I'll smoke
awhile" walked into the smoking apart
| ment.