On Sunday morning, I got up early and dressed like a boy (my clothes
from home so when I traveled, I would not be molested). I went to his church, there were
no preparations for a wedding. So, I went to his house and followed a carriage
that was leaving his house. I followed the carriage to a street where I could
see 2 churches. I got out of my carriage, paid the driver and watched for
something familiar. I looked for him and maybe her, from his description
of her. Nothing. But, one church was preparing for a wedding. I waited. When
the bridal party came out, it wasn't them. I was
disappointed.
I went to his house. His servants were placing luggage in his carriage. I
asked them where the wedding was, because I needed to deliver a gift. They
told me I arrived too late to stop the wedding, and the bride and groom were gathered with
friends and relatives..preparing to get into her carriage. I
knew he would return home sooner or later to get his luggage and decided
to go back there. When I arrived, his carriage was gone. I went home, changed
clothes and dressed like a lady and went back to his house. His butler was
locking up. I asked him about the honeymoon. The butler said, "they sail
for America today".
I
went to the port to find out what ship was going to America and what time.
I tried to buy a ticket but was told it was sold out. (chauvinist!) I rushed
home and packed a few things, took my money, wrote a note to my mom and dressed
like a boy, went down to the docks and petitioned to work on the ship on
its journey to America. I was turned down. I sat on my luggage thinking to
stow away at the opportune time.
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