Gloria : $b A novelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Gloria : $b A novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Maryland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Women -- United States -- Fiction
The young man answered by ringing the bell, and when the waiter appeared
he gave the requisite order.
Gloria went in her chamber to put on her sack and hat.
The carriage was soon announced, and in five minutes afterwards the
young pair were rolling along the avenue, Gloria looking out from the
window to watch for the signs of the shops she wished to visit.
Presently she stopped the carriage before the door of the only general
dealer and outfitter in ladies’ ready-made garments that the city then
afforded.
David Lindsay left her there and went to book their places in the
Winchester stage-coach.
It took Gloria three full hours to drive from place to place and collect
all she wanted. She found them all without leaving the avenue, however.
She had the trunk put on behind the carriage and the goods all piled
within it, to save time by taking them to the hotel herself. Finally she
reached her rooms at about five o’clock and spent half an hour in
diligent packing.
David Lindsay then came to take her down to dinner, which they had
scarcely finished before the stage-coach called to claim them.
In those slow days stage-coaches did not start exactly on time, as
railway trains are supposed to do now. I have known a stage-coach to
wait twenty minutes while John C. Calhoun and Henry Clay leisurely
finished their breakfast before taking their seats to leave Washington
at the end of a session of Congress.
Our young pair did not keep the coach waiting. They soon had their
luggage brought down and bestowed in the boot, and soon after found
themselves comfortably seated, the only passengers except two returning
country dealers who had been East to purchase goods for the spring
trade. This class indeed formed the bulk of travelers at this season of
the year.
It was dark when the coach started on its long and wearisome journey.
There was neither moon nor stars out, for the sky was quite overclouded,
so that there was no temptation for the passengers to gaze abroad as the
stage-coach rattled over the newly macadamized avenue on through
Washington, Georgetown, Tennalleytown to Rockville, where it changed
horses, and where one of the travelers left them and another one took
his place.
When the coach started again, Gloria curled herself up in her corner and
tried to go to sleep, for she was in no way interested in the
conversation concerning the dullness of the trade and the unpunctuality
of debtors which the country merchants had forced upon her companion.
Rocked, or fatigued, by the rolling of the cumbersome old coach, Gloria
was soon fast asleep, and she slept through the whole night, undisturbed
except by the stoppage at the post-houses to change horses.
At sunrise they reached Leesburg, where they stopped to breakfast and to
change coaches, taking the Winchester coach.
They rode all day through the most beautiful passes of the lesser Blue
Ridge and reached Winchester in the Valley in time for an early tea.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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