Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-06

1 but the sight of all the money spent on
Mr.. Van Cortlands wedding-all the now
ers and Jewels and fine clothes-had taken
the heart out Of both OF us. Somehow We
felt as II poor people didn't have any
right to get married. You see, we had II
| All under our eyes. and It was quite a
strain You may not understand IT, sir,
but IL was
well. I've told yeu enough so thdt YOU
can understand the rest. m the Same
height and build as Mr.. Van Cortiaho'
and Mlllie has golden hair Ike the other
bride. They got Mr.. Van Cortland
cousin. who Is clergyman and among
the guests down stairs, and we were mar
ried. Mr.. Van Cortland gave me G,5Oo as
, a wedding present and promised me an
ferent and much better position when 1
got back from my honeymoon journey
TO be more exact for we took the shapny
carriage at the east door and the speciai
car and this outfit of awful magnihcence
here. and everybody was fooled. They
fixed us up with their clothes, and
Wen. sir. you've seen the newspapers.
"Mlllie was taken III on the train, and
she hasn't been able to hold her head UP
since we've been here. It's the grip ana
perhaps the excitement of it all. why
she couldnt even eat the dinner that we
ordered when we got here that evening,
and YOU ought TO have seen That dinnef!
Mile cried at the sight of It and took TO
her bed, poor girl. Isn't it hard luck!
Mr.. Van Cortland told me to spend all the
money | could. He gave me a roll as Dig
as nv head for expenses. He was afraid
I'd get found out by not spending enough.
And can't eat anything but dry toast
nor drink anything but beef tea. I've
been miserable, miserable, sir. never
thought my honeymoon would be like
this. Anxious? Great heavens! Why,
see how I'm fixed. That doctor doesn't
know anything Hes an old fuddy buddy;
that's what he is. But | do,s't dare to
send out for a good. cheap doctor that's
had experience among people that were
poor enough so that he could afford to
cure them. It would give me away.
Il don't know what to do with all these
cards and messages. II ! even step out
into the hall, the reporters are on top OF
me- Why | can't even smoke, and I'm
nearly dying for it. | wouldn't do it here
for fear whiff of it might get in there
and annoy her. l went out on the fire
escape to smoke yesterday, and two men
photographed me from across the street.
It's dreadful. I've sat up two nights.
walking the floor most of the time. All.
1 am a wreck, sir; that's what | am.
And that interview-Of course. that caps
the climax.
l knew that he referred to an inter
view in a morning paper of the day be-
fore, wherein Mr.. Cortland had been
quoted as positively denying the story,
previously believed by everybody, that
the C. r. and n. railroad would absorb
the Northern Dispatch line. This denial
had been taken as authentic and the Old
Nick had been raised with the stock
market as a result.
TN tell you how that happened said
WATSON, with a groan. I'D refused all
sorts of pleas from newspaper men-they
sent them up in the beginning al the rate
of two a minute-when along came a mes
sage from a woman. 1t seemed that she
was young and inexperienced and the
only support of her mother. Her editor
had told her to get an interview with Mr..
Van Cortland, and her position depended
upon it 1t seems that he had told her 50