The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1896-06-03
HOW THINGS CHANGE
TIME WORKS MANY WONDERS IN A
LARGE CITY.

TIME WORKS MANY WONDERS IN A
LARGE CITY.
A Vermont Bridal Couple Puzzles = Cab
man by Asking to BE Taken to tho New
York Hotel-Marnma Had Told Them
Also to Go to A. T. Stewards.
They got off {. train at the Grand Gen.
trail station on Saturday afternoon and
stood for O moment apparently dazed by
the roar Of traffic and the shouts of the
cabmen. He was tall, angular and IN
wieldy. His face was bronzed by ex-
posure, and the brown contrasted finely
with his wide blue eyes. He wore a 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 difident,
Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were
bright. She hung closely to his arm and
glanced anxiously from his face to that
of q particularly persistent cabman.
There was no doubt that she was partic-
ularly proud of her brawny companion,
and 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 no.
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 a
moment and then replied: II can take
yer where it were. 1t is closed upnow."
The man seemed puzzled, and a look
of anxiety appeared on the frank, open
face of the girl. She said, with a 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
70 to the New York hotel. She and
papa went there when they were in New
York, and they know that it is a good
place. There are 81 many places in the
city that arc wicked that I am almost
afraid to venture anywhere. l am sure
that I never thought the New York no.
tel would close up. Why, mamma said
that it was as big as o whole acre lot.
"When was your mother at the no.
tel?'' asked the cabman, who was trying
to keep his prospective fare in o 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 vas all right.
oh, what shall we do?" the girl ended
with a pathetic little wall in her voice.
The cabman smiled grimly. "Wby,
that's all right, num-" he answered
consolingly. lean fix you out all right.
There are a hundred hotels around. Bet
ter go some place else"
After a long conversation and much
protesting and pleading the young cou-
Ile 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
cut the matter and ate a 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 n
of the hallboys and said: "Can you tell
ME where A. T. Stewards store is? My
wife wants to 60 down and do some
stopping"
The boy, whose knowledge Of the city
began only q 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 the 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 a troubled way. "Mother
did some shopping there and told me to
be sure to go there, as it was safe. But
I suppose the new firm is as good as the
old one, so I will go down"
1t was then about 8 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 at him in
open eyed establishment. "Why?" came
from her lips.
"Well, you see," went on the mana
ger, 1.-THE store closes at 6 o'clock and
there will be no one there tonight"
"That's funny. Up in Vermont the
stores don't close until 9 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 tho
closing of the New York hotel, the sys-
tenn of running a hotel on the European
plan, the change in A. T. Stewards es-
adjustment and other things she had
encountered. IT guess they have, '"she
sighed. New York Tribune.