The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-08-04
ONE WEDDING TRIP.
BY E. H. PORTER.

Copyright. 1903 by Daily story Pub, Coz
The express thundereg across the
long bridge and curved in and out
among the green hills like a huge black
snake. The rose and amber lights
from the setting sun were almost gone
and the shadows in the river were
deepening fast.
Inside the parlor ear the porter was
busy. lighting the lamps. Most of the
passengers closed their books and
dropped their papers-reading was i'm
possible in this light. that was of neith-
er day nor night One closed his eyes
and slept; another turned her gaze to
the swift-flying trees that We're grow
ing so shadowy in the outline; others
there were more of theseAgfanced with
ilI-concealed curiosity at tall man
and handsome woman at the farther
end of the ear.sjliuolri4 >'s4fv
The couple had boarded the train at
Albany, attended by a merry crowd of
young people, who, on leaving, had
pelted them with a shower of rice and
roses-the one now lay in tiny drifts of
snow all about them; the other had
long ago filed the car with sweetness
ing to the verdict of the girl across the
aisle), and attired with nicely that
was almost foppish; but there was a
certain something in his eyes that the
young matron four seats down on the
other side did not like. She also did
not like the expression she had seen
once or twice on the brides face; and
she found much to wish for in the be-
havior of each TO the other-the young
matron was romantic, and her own
wedding journey was yet fresh in her
mind.
Mr.. and Mrs Chandler Knowlton
! seemed quit oblivious of the interest
displayed by their fellow travellers.
Her eyes, for the most part, were fixed
on the distant skyline, now all but in
visible in the twilight. His shifted
from her face to the red rose with
which she was idly toying, and from
the rose again to each exquisite outline
of her graceful figure. The light above
his head flashed a scintillating CLEAN of
crimson fire from a jewel on the brides
| finger, and sent an answering CLEAN of
covetousness to his eyes and diverted
his thoughts into new channel.
IiupIeS, SlllcI al oIidlA
fortune was there, even!-and Mrs.
Knowlton wore few Jewels travelling.
At last he had won. The prize was his
this rich widow for whom he had
sehemed SO long. Annoying creditors
and dunning tailors would cease to
trouble, and joy killing, nerve racking
pinching was a thing of the past.
And as for the lady herself-the nee
cessary accompaniment TO all this good
fortune she was not half bad, though
hardly to be compared for a moment
with his glorious Clarfsse, of course.
Still, she made fgurehead for his
! table and his name, and she was a
| beauty in her cold and calm way.
Would she be. so cold and calm if she
knew of Clarisse? Perhaps not. he
had a fancy. her eyes could flash
upon occasion. Never mind she was
not liable to learn Of Clarisse-yet
awhile, anyway. ss5
The dark outside and the light in
side had been. Increasing fast. The
man drew a2long breath. picked up his
book, and turned his chair so that the
minutes he was deep in his novel and
oblivious of all else.
Mrs Knowlton turned at her hus-
bands sudden movement. As he sat
| now she could just see the curl of his
! mustaehe against his cheek. and the
! curve of his ear, delicate and pinl1y-
white as girls. A vague horror deep
| ened her eyes and shudder quivered
through her whole body.
Was she really nafried-and to
| him? Was this weak-faced dandy to
! take the place of her Jack-the noble
! hearted. loving husband of the years
that were gone? How had it happened?
| She could scarcely tell. There was her
own loneliness, her aunt's tiresome i'm
| poTtunities, her aunt had favored this
marriage from the first for some Tea-
J son. There was the emptiness or life
in general and of her own existence in