Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-04
HUBBY LOST HIS WIFE
BRIDEGROOM has THRILLING
TIME ON WAY TO THIS CITY.
Special Dispatch to The Star.

Special Dispatch to The Star.
| NEW YORK, December 4.-The George
T. Hylands. who were married UP in Troy
N. Y, Monday afternoon. struck the
Grand Central station on their way tc
Washington, D. c., yesterday morning
AMI thereupon took one of those sudder
notions which will come to a young ant
romantic pair. They decided to see the
subway. 1t was just a feeting glance
that they planned to take, and little die
they foresee the narrowing half hour tina,
lay before them.
The happy pair boarded an uptown ex.
press train about 8 O'Clock. They followed
| the advice of the guard and disembarked
at 96th street, where Mr.. Hyland was ad.
| visei to take a downtown express and get
of at Fulton street for the Pennsylvania
ferry and Washington.
It seemed as II all New York had got
up all at once, for the downtown platform
was simply packed to suffocation. They
missed one train and then successfully
train, and were slowly being funneIed In
by the new grayuniformed guards. Mrs
Hyland was ahead and Mr.. Hyland was
steering her.
Just as Mrs. Hyland got one foo, aboard
her husband espied two handsomely
dressed little girls. wearing big hats and
struggling to get in the current and he
swept into the car. Now. Trojan manners
are very different from anything New
Workers. know anything about, and Mr.
Hyland calamity pressed back to assist
the two girls aboard. They shot, giggHng,
into the doorway close behind his wife.
Left on the Outside.
Then ''all aboard suddenly yelled a
big voice in the chivalrous MI Hyland's
ear. A bell rang somewhere, there was
one last scrimmage. and with a bang the
door of the car slammed to.
open the door, please my wife's on
board" shouted Mr.. Hyland.
Come off that door," yelled the big
voice.
My wife, my wife," roared out Hy-
land. And while the deserted husband
beat on the glass, and the guard tugged
at his arm, the car containing the bride
started w.
Young MI. Hyland very nearly went
crazy for moment. But Thomas Moore,
the guard with the big voice, had sized
up the whole situation and essayed at
once the difficult task of cheering up the
bereaved husband. Mr.. Hyland was soon
able to explain to every one how it all
was, beginning with the wedding at Troy
and ending with the honeymoon to take
place at Washington, and the recent dis
aSter.
Advice poured in from all quarters
But after council of war, in which
Mr.. Hyland waved several bills in the
air and offered them to any one who
would find his wife, it was decided that
he should wait at 96th street and leave
the search to scouts.
What does she look like?" came from
several eager threats at once.
Could Not Give Description.
She's wearing a red hat-with a pin
in it-and low-cut Shoes but that was all
Mr.. Hyland could remember, think as he
would. She was very, very pretty, but the
color Of her dress. or any other detail,
was a blank to him.
The waving bills enlisted the services OF
many volunteers in spite of the hazy de-
Script1on. However, success was bound
to come, and, sure enough, at 14th street
the lost bride was finally recovered. She
was quite ready to cry. and, to the scouts
great surprise, who had made the Gus
tomary allowance for a young husband s
enthusiasm, was in fact very, very pref
ty." She had tried to get back to 96th
street. but had taken a downtown local
at I'D street, instead of an uptown ex-
press, and SO landed at 18th street
Over the family reunion on the plat
form Of the 96th street subway station a
veil had best be drawn. At the present mo-
ment the tour is again resumed and the
young George T. Hylands of Troy, N. Y,
are spinning southwark on their honey
moon.