The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-12-26
General sQews,

Farmer tells this story of a curious
elopement and its consequences
:" On Tuesday of last week, while
standir G on the platform of the depot
building at Crestline, writing for the
train to start eastward, we saw a train
arrive from the East The first persons
we recognized getting from the train
were w. X. Scott and the wife OF
Levi L. johnson, Of Marlboro, Stark
county. They. readily recognized rs,
came up to where we were, and after
the usual salutations, inquired when
a train would leave for Bellefountaine
At this moment Mr.. johnson and the
wife of Scott also unexpectedly made
their appearance.
The women instantly recognized
each other, and without utterins q
word, pitched into one of the lveli-
est free fights we have ever been called
to witness. The way the ribbons.
honnets, collars and fancy fxings few,
was refreshing to milliners and mantna
makers. This excited Scott and
johnson, and they were so sorely griev
ed at each other for running away
with each Others wives, that the3 went
into pugilistic exersise with hearty
good will
A great mary persons were gather
ed around, but no one caring much
which of the parties whipped, they
encouraged the fight and laughed at
the sport While the fights were
progressing, Constable Smith stop
ped the fighting and took the parties
before the Mayor, and his honor fined
them So and costs fer breaking the
peace.
Scott and and Mrs. Johnson, who
have for some time been suspected of
being guilty of intrigues, had planned
an elopement, and Johnson had also
planned an elopement, to be carried
out on the same day with the other
parties. Both guilty parties had clan
destinly slipped off from Marlboro on
the same day one party took the cars
at Alliance, and the other got the
same train, though in different car,
at Louisville Station. Neither couple
suspected the other until they met at
Crestline, when the feelings they en-
joyed may be imagined, but cannot
be described on paper
After paying their fines, which sat-
isfed them that fighting was an un-
profitable way of settling the Difficult
ty, they INDUCED in the application of
a number of hard words and names to
each o,her and finally separated. =
Scott and Mrs. Johnson taking the B.
and L. Railroad, and johnson and
Mrs. Scott the ?. Fit. w. and G..
Railroad. Since then nothing has
been heard of their journeying"
THE WILEs OF BEAUTY. An En-
glishman engaged in travelling thre'
the C ttton states, passed down the
river in one of our steamboats, on his
way to New Orleans. On the same
boat were, what seemed to him, &. mar
ried couple. The husband was evil
IDENTIFY countryman Of his own, but
the lady appeared anything but En-
glish. The peculiar regularity of her
features, the grace of her form, her
dark grey eyes, and above all, GER
tain indefnable theatrical air. not
strong enough to lead one to suppose
her an actress, but sufficiently marked
for observation, informed the travelled
and experienced eye of the cotton fac
tor that she was born not far from
Warsaw, and that Poland alone could
claim that foot and ankle. With the
ease of a man who had seen Baden
Baden, the factor became acquainted
with the pair, and, as he tells the sto-
ry, had not spoken to both ten minutes
when he saw they hated each other as
much as married folks do. He was
excessively attentive to the lady, who
invited him to read to her, which he
carefully did, but she soon yawned at
the woes of Eugene Grandet, and pat
ting the ground impatiently with her
foot, exclaimed, 'Oh, Balzac is too
tedious to a Pole ! jouons. You
know play is the only amusement that
can keep Pole alive.
Cards were produced, they adjourned
to state room, the husband accom-
panying them, and the game was soon
started. The husband seemed an in
different player, the commercial gen.
tleman was good one, but the lady
wonderful. Still the single individual
played well, till the husband was called
away by his own servant. He had
not long been absent when the lady's
hand began toying with the cards and
her eye-lids closed their long lashes,
casting soft shadow on the Madonna
like oval of her cheek. She played
listlessly, and now and then slowly I'M