North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1870-01-19
Counting in Haystack. The ssOld Man,
Files an Injunction.

Counting in Haystack. The ssOld Man,
Files nm Injunction.
The old, Old story Of cruel parents fling
an "intcrventor'' in the matter of love-
making between young folks of opposite
sexes has once more been forcibly as we'll as
ludicrously reiterated in a community not
far from Des Moines, Iowa. 1t seems
that one of the young lads Of the neigh
borhood had discerned something very
attractive in the person of handsome
daughter of a neighboring farmer, and
very naturally and properly gave her close
attention. But the old man, who bossed
it over the girl and about two hundred
acres of rich Iowa land, failed to view
things in the light desired by the young
folks, and he accordingly filed his Gin
Junction. forbade the ysung man the
premises, and fused around like great
many other balky old men do when bent
on hieknaking. ~ q.
Matters were arranged very cleverly for
stolen meetings at the house of neighbors
who were favorable to the match, and IN.
der such circumstances large amount of
billing and cooing was done by them un>
known to the venerable farmer. By and
by they grew more careless of the Gin
Junction that had been laid upon them,
and dared to let the old man see them to.
gether. The young man beaued her home
from meetings at the school house would
''set her" under the portico for an hour
or two, and in several other ways bearded
the lion in his twenty or thirty dens, the
result of which was another s'blow out,''
ending in threat of shot gun music on
sight. r@
When young folks will is to have d
good old-fashioned spark, all the old men
in the country can't prevent them. With
the coming of the chilly nights of Novem>
Der, they adjourned from the portico to
the lee side of haystack, where punch.
con bench was provided by the buxom
young girl. Thither they went on several
occasions, and passed ever so many hours
in fixing up things for t. future.
The old gentleman began to smell some
thing that wasn't mice, and prepared to
make a final and everlasting breakup.
lie discovered their trysting place, which
had now been followed out in the side of
the stack, SO that when the lovers were in
in they could hardly be seen by passer-
by. .,-.~5s. ,s.sr-,s.sr.
Last Sunday evening the old gentleman
climbed to the top of the stack, where he
sat winking and blinking like toad on
tussock, and iii a short time had the pleas
ure of seeing healthy docking individual
crawling on all tours toward the haystack
and enter it. Almost Immediately the old
man was blessed with the vision of his
daughter, hastily tripping down from the
house toward the hole in the stack, into
which she popped, and soon his ears were
greeted with sound not unlike the pop.
ping Of champagne bottles. His hour for
business had come, and sliding around SO
that he was in range oc the sparkers and |
their nest, he slipped down the side and
surprised them with yell that awoke
lingering echoes in the woods.
The youngsters jumped out; but before
the young man could make his escape he |
was grabbed by the left leg, and in the
struggle his boot came off, sending the old |
man to grass in q very solid manner.
Freed of all membranes, including a
boot and his hat, the youngster broke
away over the fields toward town, as if a
peck of bald hornets were after him.
barefooted, one-half, and hatless, he en-.
tered the town, slipped into store and
made good his losses. He hasn't been
back since. The old man glories in the
possession of boot and hat, and holds
them as trophies of his victorious descent
and tussle. There's an immense amount
Of genuine counting, ct cetera, gone to
waste by this stubbornness; and the truism
that the course of true love isn't anv
smoother than Georgia corduroy road is
aptly illustrated. E