Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-27
in the arms Of Mrs. Warner and Lulu.

Look at this" | said, handing 1t 70
them. Della IS Just as crazy, as ever.
She and Harold call this my wedding
trip just because I happen to nave some
new clothes"
Just then "Al aboard" was shouted,
and l hurried away, though not too
soon to hear a murmur Of:
Speaking Of fshy stories" from Luz
III. Four piercing eyes watched George
help me in the bus
Those dreadful people," exclaim d
mpatiently. and put the telegram away
without showing It.
The next few days were delicious.
| came and went as | chose and wore my
pretty batistes when it was warm
couldn't master up courage enough for
the Dresden silk, though | took it out
several times and made friends when
wanted to talk. II was such a COM
fort not to have anybody to get tired,
and disagree about routes, and draw
on my sympathies with neuralgia. But
again the serpent. Coming into the
hotel office one morning just after the
stage had arrived. saw two dreaded
| figures bending over the registry book.
Lulu. she's registered the same way
here. maiden name" said Mrs. Warned
excitedly. It's queer, TO say the
least"
/ j o1p G-t ar
and hurried to my room. A bell boy
was just coming away from It.
Two ladies' was asking for YOU" he
said.
"A lady and her daughter"
yes MI left 'em in the parlor."
There were ten minutes before the
! stage went on. sealed the boys
mouth and added wings to his feet with
| dollar, and when the last All aboard
was called | rushed out, bag and bag
gage. A friendly hand from above
helped me up over the wheel TO a top
seat Mrs. Warner and Lulu were not
in sight, but the curtain OF the parlor
{
ed by. I laughed to myself as l
Strengthened my hat and drew on my
gloves.
"You nearly missed it, said my
neigh Dor | turned with a start to
find George Simpson beside me.
I'D have followed on foot if / had.
| answered emphatically. That place
was getting too-too crowded for me.
There were so many bridal couples
around that was in danger of being
taken for an old maid"
No wonder you ran away he said.
II thought you might be jumping your
board bill"
We settled into a comfortable talk
about people and places and things.
He wasn't one of those men who have
got to be forever swapping souls
as Kat calls it, and who make you
listen to yards of tiresome theories
and beliefs and sentiments. | cant
endure heart problems anyway. All
this time, though he often spoke of
the girls, he never mentioned Grace
by name Now and then | would find
his eyes fixed on me with a far-away.
remembering sort of look, and felt
far sorrier for this quiet, cheerful, Sic
cessful man of business than | should
have for one who paraded his blighted
life.
This has been the best day of my
wedding trip. Well surely run across
one another again. he said with
smile and handclasp that ! knew
were not all for me, when we separated
that afternoon. He went on by rail,
while climbed into high farm
wagon and was driven way up to
little retreat in the mountains, half
inn and half farmhouse, delightfully."-
far from steam and electricity. The
only drawback was that / had no one
to exclaim to-though | wasn't in the
least lonely. | do despise women who
never can do thing without man
tagging along. My paradise lasted
two days Then, as | came in from
long walk, my landlady met me at the
door. and knew it had come.
"Yes'm lady and her daughter.
| told them You had gone up the brook,
and they started after you
81 came home by the hill" | said
YEARLY 4 little fhbbng and bribery,
| and | was off down the mountain in
! light spring wagon in time to catch
! the train. | don't know what the good
people thought of me, for | didn't try
| to make any plausible explanations.
! The boy who drove gave me some very
| curious glances, and when I brushed
against him in getting out, l noticed
/ that he dscreetly laid one hand over
/ the pocket where he kept his big sill
| yer watch. had often wondered at
the cleverness of the police in tracking
criminals, but when | learned how
! hard it is to get away from two ordl-
nary tourists, whose only mission is
to bore you to death, / wondered that