The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-09-16
WEDNESDAY. SEPT. Is, 1896.
TIME WORKS MANY WONDERS IN A
LARGE CITY.

A Vermont Bridal Couple Puzzles Cab
man by Asking to BE Taken to the New
York HoteI-Mamma Had Told Them
Also to Go to A. t. Stewards.
They got Off train at the Grand Cen
kral station on Saturday afternoon and
TODD for moment apparently dazed by
The roar of traffic and the shouts Of the
Eabmen He was tall, angular and I'M
sYieldy. His face was bronzed by ex-
posure, and the brown contrasted finely
with his wide blue eyes. He wore suit
the creases Of which testified to the new
ness of the clothes, and his shoes creak
ed as he walked. She was trim and neat
and wore a silk frock with becoming
dignity. She was young and diffident,
Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were
bright. She hung closely to his arm and
glanced anxiously from his face to that
Of particularly persistent cabman.
There was no doubt that she was partic-
ularly proud of her brawny companion,
md there was something about them
that told at once that they were bride
and bridegroom. He hesitated a few
moments and then said to the cabman,
"We want to go to the New York ho-
tel" His accent betrayed the fact that
New York was an unknown quantity to
him, and that he probably acquired his
pronunciation in the Vermont hills.
The cabman scratched his head for
moment and then replied: II can take
yer where it were. 1t is closed upnow. "
The man seemed puzzled, and look
of anxiety appeared on the frank, open
face Of the girl. She said, with little
catch of despair in her voice, as she
gazed appealingly at her escort:
Whatever are we to do, George?
You know mother said to be sure and
go to the New York hotel. She and
papa went there when they were in New
York, and they know that it Is good
place. There are so many places in the
city that are wicked that am almost
afraid to venture anywhere. am sure
that never Thought the New York no.
tel would close up. Why, mamma said
that it was as big as a whole acre lot. "
"When was your mother at the no
tel?" asked the cabman, who was trying
to keep his prospective fare in good
humor
"Oh," replied the girl artlessly,
when she was married She hasn't
been in New York since, but she knew
that the New York hotel was all right.
Oh, what shall we dor" the girl ended
with pathetic little wall in her voice.
The cabman smiled grimly. why,
that's all right, num-" he answered
consolingly II can fix you out all right.
There are hundred hotels around. Bet
ter go some place else. y
After long conversation and much
protesting and pleading the young cou-
pie decided to go to the Brunswick.
They got to the hotel in time for supper,
as they call the meal up in Vermont,
and were much worried by the European
plan. Finally they managed to make
out the matter and ate good meal.
After dinner, as they came out of the
dining room the young wife pulled her
husband by the arm and whispered
something to him. He made q reply
about forgetting, and then turned to one
of the hallboys and said: Can you tell
me where A. T. Stewards store is? My
wife wants to go down and do some
shopping
The boy, whose knowledge Of the city
began only few years ago on the east
side, had never heard of the old time dry
goods merchant and he could not give
the information. Several attaches Of the
hotel were called into consultation, but
to no effect. When at length tho mana
ger was consulted, he explained that A.
T. Stewart had been dead many years
and that another company had the place.
''That is too bad" murmured the
young wife in troubled way. "Mothel
did some shopping there and told me to
be sure to go there. as it was safe. But
I suppose the new firm is rs good Us the
old one, so / will go down"
1t was then about s o'clock in the
evening and the manager suggested that
it would be as well to wait until morn.
ing to shop. The girl looked ut him in
open eyed establishment. "Why?" came
from her lips
well. you see," went on the mana,
ger, 1.-The store closes ut O o'clock ano
there will be no one there tonight.
"That's funny. Up in Vermont the
stores don't close until O'Clock, and
am sure mother shopped at A. T. Stew
arts in the evening
well, times have changed somewhat
since then. was the managers philo
sophical reply.
The young woman thought of the
closing of the New York hotel, the sys.
tenn of running hotel on the European
plan, the change in A. T. Stewards es.
tablishment and other things sho had
encountered 81 guess they have" she
sighed. New York Tribune.