The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-04-28
A Brides Dilemma.

st. Louis P~ost-Dispatch.
Such a ridiculous thing happened to one
o. the Eastern brides that L cannot resist
telling it, although it is a trife-welI, not
'risque." but
An account of the mishap came In a letter
from the bride in question TO one of her
bridesmaids, who has allowed me to print a
portion of it, on the express condition that
10 names are used. Here it is, verbatim:
Chicago. April 12-You predicted that
we should have some embarrassing expert
ences during our bridal trip, didn't you?
Well, If the half were only told Try
q we might to look like brother and sister
We were spotted" the moment We entered
the train Every one looked us ~over-then
looked at every one else and smiled broad
j.. Just why, l can't imagine, for 1 certain
j. didn't look the least bit 'bridey' in the
world, after having worn my travelling
gown and hat for weeks before to take the
new look off it. But all the same, we have
been remarked and giggled over from the
moment We left St. Louis up TO the present
until we return. This. however, isn't the
awful tragedy l have TO relate.
You know that dandy pair of silk stock
1ngs l started off with? l paid 81 for them
when L bought my trOusseau pretties in
New York last month. Well. my dear. they
have been the innocent cause Of one Of the
most shocking experiences l have ever
passed through in my life. You know, we
made the night trip from St. Louis TO this
point. ne porter sung out the hour of G1K.
just thirty minutes before we pulled into
Chicago. I hadn't even begun TO get
dressed. so I had to fairly scramble into
my clothes. / put one stocking on. then
gloves and hatpins. Then 1 sat down 10
put on my other stocking. Horrorsi 1t
was gone, 7 tumbled things right and left.
searched under and over the inside Of
everything in the stateroom. but not a
sign OF II anywhere. Then I called
my husband doesn't II sound idioticO to
assist in the search He nearly pxnlOdpd
with laughter when I explained my situa-
ton. but started in with a right good Will
10 help me-. And all the time, OF course, we
were drawing fatally near 70 Chicago. Ev-
cry time the brakeman called out a new
station i almost threw a fit. Finally we had
10 call the porter to our assistance. / fin
fshed dressing first, and then W. let the
darky In. He made up my berth. straight
ened up everything in the compartment
but still no sign az the missing link. Just
as the brakeman yelled out Chicago" in
his horrid brutal way the porter came to
tell us that he had not been successful. 1
positively was nearly fainting from embar-
rassment and despair. but I screwed up
my courage enough TO tell one or two wom-
en- on the train OF my dilemma and ask
them TO lend me a stocking. Ala. they
were all merely making a one-night trip,
as we were. and had no changes of clothing
with them. The train by this time had
backed into the station, and we all had q
troop out. ~willy-nflly. And the worst OF ii
was that I had insisted on wearing low
shoes until we struck colder weather than
we had been having in ST. Louis. My skirt
was made with a ''sWeep"-but, Of course, /
couldn't hold IL up-even in that dirty, mud
dy station. We tried TO lose ourselves in
the crOwd-everybody stepped on the tail of
my skirt. and. altogether. [ was a perfect
wreck when we finally found a carriage
and drove TO the hotel. And maybe I wasn't
shiveringi I waited in the carriage while
my husband saw the hotel clerk about our
rooms. and then l foundered clumsily. but
carefully, out and across the sidewalk into
the ladies' entrance. ] don't know yet how
] ever got TO our rooms without dying OF
my confusion. OF course. / dispatched my
hoy" of Immediately to get me a new pair
Of ''tockies," and while he was absent L
well. I'll never get over ii. But, my dear
girl. what do you think ] discovered?
Both OF my precious silk stockings on
on one FOOT