The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1898-11-13

ton behaved extremely well. Beyond
| some occasional admiring looks from
each to the other, and the purchase by
! the husband of some caramels from the
train boy for his bride, nothing of mo-
ment happened
How will you have fun with them in
| the tunnel?" l asked.
You'll see,'' he replied. Prepare to
| enjoy yourself
| When the train entered the tunnel all
| was quiet except for the noise made by
the motion of the cars.
Presently the silence was broken by
| the sound of a big, hearty kiss
1t came from the direction of the
bridal couple.
The kiss was greeted by general tit
ter. When the passengers had got
quiet again a masculine voice was
heard to ask:
Whose little birdie is 'oo?"
! Use my own little boys birdie" came
the reply in sweetly feminine tones.
Both question and answer came from
the direction of the wedding party, and
the conversation was followed by a
roar OF laughter from the passengers.
Ihen followed a perfect avalanche of
Kisses, mixed with the laughter of such
or the passengers as were not newly
married. until the train left the tunnel
ana rushed out into the daylight.
The passengers tried to compose their
faces and look solemn, but every pair
OF eyes was on the bridegroom and his
bride, and the bushes on the young
Woman's cheeks grew redder and red
der. Inc man seemed to be angry. He
arose and frowned at everybody.
His wife pulled his coattail and said
in low tone, Mate, deari"
lie needed her not, except to pull his
coat from her grasp. Glaring around
the car, his glance went from side to
side. Then he walked down the aisle
and his portentous frown made my
seat mates knees wobble a little, but
he looked the irate agriculturist square
In the eyes, and the man passed down
the aisle, talking as he went
ia give So to find the rascal who did
all that lallagaggin' in the tunnel" he
declared. If he's a man he'll come
right out and let me have a crack at
him. It's blamed shame that two re-
spectacle people can't get married an
go on their bridal tour without bein
insulted, an 1 can lick the man who
did it,
Nate, dear" called out his new wife,
imploringly.
Don't hinder me. SADIE" he replied.
i want to diskiver the scoundrel.'
When he stopped speaking and once
more took a ferociouS survey of the
occupants of the car little fellow on
the last seat asked:
go you We Just been married, have
you, Mr.. Huckleberry?"
My name isn't Huckleberry," said
the big farmer, as he strobe down to
the little man and shook his fist in his
face.
The little fellow never finched. He
didn't even rise, but replied, as cool as
you please:
Il didn't suppose that was your name,
but as / didn't know what your name
was l thought Huckleberry would an
swer for the occasion. So you've Just
been married, Ell? How nice! l would
not have thought it if you hadn't been
so kind to tell me-
The passengers laughed again, and I
expected to see the big countryman
strike the little man, but he did not. He
shook his fist again and left him.
After he had taken his seat by SADIE
l went back to the little man and
asked:
Why did you take up that ventrilo
quist'S QUARREL
"Ventriloquist's quarrel?" he replied
Why, l was just having little fun
with the bridegroom on my own ac-
count"
But they didn't do anything. All
that kissing and talking came from a.
Ventriloquist three seats back of them,
All! You don't say. Well, I'm some