Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1894-01-26
MiscellauenMs.
A WEDDING JOURNEY.

The country through which the train
rushed looked cherries and rain-soaked
but what cared Clyde Vincent and his
newly made bride for such tribes as the
weather? Were they not the very hap
piest people in the world
II wonder if any one was ever as
happy as | am? Will it last forever,
Clyde?" Minnie whispered, looking
fondly into into her husbands face.
cas- long as life itself, darling Moth
ing can ever part us again p was the
fervent response.
Poor Clyde How little he know
what lay Immediately before him !!
Hardly had he spoken when the train
stopped ct country station to receive
passengers, With a woman's curiosity,
Minnie leaned from the open window.
At that moment the car gave sudden
jerk, and her pretty gray hat went
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. forget
ting that the train would not wait. lie
had Just reached It when away flew the
cars, leaving poor Clyde, the picture Of
despair, yelling like a mailman. waving
the hat by its ribbons, while he vainly
tried to overtake the train. 10 few
minutes it disappeared, carrying with 1t
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 we'd
ding journey alone, while he remained
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 lit
tie room called the station, be found
there sleepy looking individual. a true
"tiller Of the soil"
"Can send telegram to Ware ?"
he asked
Moths is only flag station. The
best thing you can do is to start and
walk, il you want to get TO Ware before
night. It's only ten miles, and the next
train up is not due till morning" 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 day, too
Surely he said. "yeu can tell me
of some one who will drive me over ?
I'll pay him we'll for the trouble"
"No. can't Everyone around here
has gone to Neighbor Jones funeral.
/ didn't 90 because | only had old Dob
bin, and | didn't want to 60 horseback
to funeral such a wet day as this"
What to do Clyde did not know. 1t
was maddening to think Of staying for 80
many hours at that country station.
Would she get of at the next station,
come back on down train, or 60 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 hug
cling the hat that was the innocent cause
Of all his woe. he trudged along, whis-
thing to keep up his spirits, behold the
Hero Cometh," Hold the Fort" and
several other appropriate tunes.
And Minnie-what of her 7 When
the train started aud 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 be, being 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 a short
time she would be with her husband.
That comfortod her, and she ever
smiled through the tears as she imaginet
Clyde's dismay at being left behind
And what relief she experienced whel
she was at last safe on the down trail
going back over the road she had jus
come.
But her heart failed her as she neare
the station, and she strained her eyes il
vain to catch q glimpse Of Clyde. Tb
kind conductor helped her 10 alighl
hoped she would find her husband. an
the train moved Of, leaving her again
forsaken little bride. There was not
soul in Sight-where oh, where. wa
Clyde
Perhaps be is the waiting-room
she thought.
! She quickly ran to the door and gaz'
py within. Her hopes we're vair
MD. Eoora was empty What should Il
'PPoslN Where could she go2 -
1 Tiled With tears, an. =