Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1868-02-12
a Mother On her Muscle.

One of the travelling agents Of this
paper relates the following incident that
happened this week at Clinton, in this
State, and which he saw:
Mrs. Trent is an old lady, residing in
Wapello, De Witt county, and blessed
with a daughter of manageable age.
Now, this daughter fell in love with a
young man named Hickman, and the
twain presented themselves before the
old lady, asking her blessing on their
nuptials. The venerable dame didn't
bless worth a cent, but drove the young
man off, declaring that he should never
have her daughter; first because he was
too small; second, because he had a red
head. The young man offered to color
his poll any tint the old lady might
wish-black, or grey or green, but she
would none of him, and drove him off. If
Hickman was small, he was also brave,
and he resolved to wed his partner or
perish in the attempt, and so they start
ed to run away to Indiana. The old lady
was on the watch at the depot, at Wa
pelo, and Hickman, finding that he
could not get on the train there, hired a
young man named Marion SWangan to
take them to the next station, Clinton
where they arrived safely, obtained the
necessary papers, and finding the train
behind them, and fearing the old lady
might turn up, and so they were married
at daylight. Mrs. Trent, fnding they had
gone to Clinton, sued cut a capiGS before
Justice Flowers, placed it in the
hands Of constable Thomas, and togeth-
er they started to Clinton to arrest Hick-
man for debt be owed the old lady.
Upon their arrival in Clinton they found
the happy couple in the depot waiting
for the down train to go to Indiana.
The old lady's long pent-up rage burst
forth when she found that her daughter
was married. Mad? A righteous indig-
nation was nowhere
She loved her daughter, and loving
her, proceeded to put in requisition Old
Father Solomon's recipe. In slang
phrase, she went for her" She few
at the new made Mrs. Hickman, radiant
with bridal bushes, pulled of, her CHG
non, snatched down her back hair, ruin
ed a new bonnet, woman-like, scratched
her face, and then wreakcd hervengence
on her clothes. First, she tore her Dire s
off, and then snatched away her hoops
A second clutch and away went her cor
set. And she finished by leaving the
trembling wife standing in heap of
torn calico, with nothing on but her
shoes and stockings, and one thin cotton
garment, name unmentionable to ears po-
lite, and even that was badly torn in
front and wretchedly split up the back
Hickman had been standing with the
constable while this scene was going on,
love for his new made wife and 6lial af-
lection for his mother-in-law struggling
in his bosom. But when he saw the
charms of his dulcinea thus rudely ex-
posed to the gaping gaze Of the train
boys and loafers Of Clinton, his blood
got up, and he darted to the rescue.
But, bless you, be was nowhere. In
sporting parlance, one kisser" from his
mother-in-law's " bunch Of fves" smoto
his Fright pepper" and, closing it,
"sent him to the grass" He retired
and threw up the sponge" This little
diversion exhausted the rage of Mrs.
Trent, and her daughter, sending for a
paper of pins, fixed up her torn gar
ments, and, wrapping a large shawl
abont her returned to Wopello, where
may she live happy and rear up a fami-
ly in the nurture and admOnition of the
Lord, is the wish of the editor.-PsOriu
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