From the La Crosse (Wis.) Hearld.
This afternoon, on conductor Frank Lyman’s train, coming from Milwaukee to La Crosse, we saw the richest mistake of the season. In the fourth seat back of the stove, in one of the passenger cars, sat a gentleman and lady, sweet and gushing as the fairy ones of the olden times. Hi[s] arm encircled her waist in bear like squeezing – his one hand toyed with her ribs – his other hand wandered around her amplitude and bonnet strings, like a lost child in a berry patch, seeking a place to rest, and his eyes were fixed upon the face of his fair companion with all the earnestness of a Romeo, in short, they were the observed of the observers. In the next seat back of the couple alluded to, sat a demure looking lady, naturally interested interested [sic] in the display of affection in front of her, so natural and touching. When the cars entered the tunnel, the gentleman was standing by the stove for a moment. When part way through and while all was dark as night he groped his way back – and just as the train began to emerge into the least glimmer of light, was a yell which startled the entire load of passengers. The poor fellow had gone one seat too far back and had seated himself in the wrong seat, and was trying his best to kiss the demure lady who couldn’t see it. He lit out in a hurry, and with the most sheepish look we ever saw took his place beside the girl, while the spectators where convulsed with laughter.
- Published in The Union Sentinel, Osceola, Iowa, December 12, 1863
This afternoon, on conductor Frank Lyman’s train, coming from Milwaukee to La Crosse, we saw the richest mistake of the season. In the fourth seat back of the stove, in one of the passenger cars, sat a gentleman and lady, sweet and gushing as the fairy ones of the olden times. Hi[s] arm encircled her waist in bear like squeezing – his one hand toyed with her ribs – his other hand wandered around her amplitude and bonnet strings, like a lost child in a berry patch, seeking a place to rest, and his eyes were fixed upon the face of his fair companion with all the earnestness of a Romeo, in short, they were the observed of the observers. In the next seat back of the couple alluded to, sat a demure looking lady, naturally interested interested [sic] in the display of affection in front of her, so natural and touching. When the cars entered the tunnel, the gentleman was standing by the stove for a moment. When part way through and while all was dark as night he groped his way back – and just as the train began to emerge into the least glimmer of light, was a yell which startled the entire load of passengers. The poor fellow had gone one seat too far back and had seated himself in the wrong seat, and was trying his best to kiss the demure lady who couldn’t see it. He lit out in a hurry, and with the most sheepish look we ever saw took his place beside the girl, while the spectators where convulsed with laughter.
- Published in The Union Sentinel, Osceola, Iowa, December 12, 1863
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