Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1893-09-23
THEIR WEDDING JOURNEY.


THEIR WEDDING JOURNEY.
1t was a damp, chilly April morn.
ing. The country through which the
train rushed looked chcerleSs and rain
soaked; but what cared Clyde Vincent
and his newly made bride for such
tritles as the weather? Were they not
the very happiest people in the world?
Il wonder if any one was ever as
happy as l am? Will it last forever.
Clyde? Minnie whispered, looking
fondly into her husbands face.
"As long as life itself, darling! Moth
ing can ever part us again. was the
fervent response.
Poor Clyde! How little he knew
what lay Immediately before him!
Hardly had he spoken when the train
stopped at country station to receive
passengers. With a womanS curiosity
Minnie leaned from the open window.
At that moment the cars gave a sud
den jerk, and her pretty gray hat
went flying down an embankment at
the side OF the track
"Oh, Clyde, my hat! My hat is
gone." she exclaimed in dismay.
Clyde gave one glance, and away he
dashed after the missing article, for
getting that the train would not wait.
He had just reached it when away flew
the cars, leaving poor Clyde, the pic
ture Of despair, yelling like madman,
waving the hat by it's ribbons, while
he vainly tried to overtake the train
In few minutes it disappeared, car
rying with it his bride of few hours,
who, shorn of her head covering and
deprived of her lawful protector, was
wringing her hands and bemoaning the
cruel fate which had parted two such
loving hearts upon their wedding day.
And Clyde, poor fellow! Was ever
bridegroom in such predicament be-
fore? His wife was pursuing their
wedding journey alone, while he re-
manned behind to bewail his i'll luck.
In vain he stamped and raved. At
last happy thought struck him; he
would telegraph. Rushing into the
little room called the station, he found
there a sleepy looking individual, a
true "tillcr of the soil"
Can | send a telegram to Ware?"
he asked.
Moths is only a flag station. The
best thing you can do is to start and
walk If you want to get to Ware be-
fore night. It's only ten miles, and
the next train up is not due till morn
ing said the man, after Clyde had
told him of his misfortune.
But Clyde did not relish the idea of
walking so far and on such a day, too.
surely he said, you can tell me
of some one who can drive me over?
I'll pay him well for the trouble"
No, 1 can't. Every one around here
has gone to neighbor Joness funeral.
l didn't go because l only had old Dob
BIN, and l didn't want to go horseback
to funeral such wet day as this"
What to do Clyde did not know. 1t
was maddening to think of staying for
so many hours at that country station.
Would she get off at the next station,
come back on down train, or go on
to their new home? All these thoughts
tortured his brain until he could endure
inaction no longer, and in spite of the
rain and mud started on his weary
walk With trousers rolled up and
still hugging the hat that was the in
nOcent cause of all his woe, he trudgetl
along, whistling to keep up his spirits
Behold the Hero COmeth," Hold the
Fort and several other appropriate
tunes.
And Minnie what of her? When
the train started and Clyde came not,
she burst into tears. Several of her
fellow passengers noticed her distress,
and after learning the cause expressed
their sympathy and tried to comfort
her. But others smiled significantly at
each other.
When the conductor came through
the cars she informed him of the
trouble, and he, being a kind-hearted
man, told her not to worry; the down
train would wait for this one at the
next station; he would put her on it,
and in short time she would be back
with her husband.
That comforted her, and she even
smiled through her tears as she imag-
ined Clydes dismay at being left be-
hind And what relief she experienced
when she was at last safe on the down
train going back over the road she had
just come.
But her heart failed her as they
nSired the station, and she strained
her eyes in vain to catch glimpse Of
Clyde. The kind conductor helped her
to alight, hoped she would find her
husband, and the train moved off, Ieav-
ing her again a forsaken little bride.
There was not soul in sight-where,
oh, where was Clyde?
Perhaps he is in the waiting-room,"
she thought.
She quickly ran to the door and
gazed wildly within. Her hopes We're
vain; the room was empty. What
should she do? Where could she go?
Her pretty eyes filled with tears, and
she sank sobbing upon chair, feeling
indeed as if she were forsaken and
alone, without friend in the world
Or at least for miles around.
Suddenly she was aroused by some
one shuftiing up the door and a gruff
voice saying:
Hello! what's all this? What's the
matter hereY'
"Oh, SIR" cried Minnie, glad to see n
human face, have you seen my hus-
band? He was left by the morning
train, and I came back to find him.
and he is not here. Oh, what shall
do! And her sobs broke out afresh.
well, by gum! If this amt n go!'
exclaimed the man. iii bet my hat
you're that crazy fellows wife that
started to walk to Ware about an hour
ago. Say, miss, what's he like? Was
he dudley, looking fellow huggng Il
woman's hat like he was afraid it
would run away?
Twas he! Twas my own Clydew
cried Minnie, overcome by this picture