The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1872-02-18
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thursday night, and parted from his
Louisville guests. Says the Louisville
Ledger:
David Brown is rolliokipg son Of
Kentucky, a true type of the damificare
village or country youth who is inst
entering upon his maturity. Maria
Martin is, or was, village maiden of
some charms and a good deal of spirit
and genuine Kentucky girl. David
and Maria oourted and loved and agreed
to marry; bat for some reason David put
Oh the solemnization of the nuptials
from time to time, until Maria's pa.
tlence became exhausted, and meeting
her lover, she said to him, With more
emphasis than elegance: I tell you
what 1t ls. Dave, you've got to dry up
this nonsense and quit your fooling; for
IT'S about time We was married, and
want you to come to time.'
"Dave" thought he would come to
time; but then, as the parties had met
on the platform Of the depot at Cave
Oity, David was at loss to know where
he and Maria would have the ceremony
performed. Maria's wits were sharp
enough for the emergency, and 81 she
told David she would provide place,
and started him off to the County Clerk
for the necessary license.
During his absence Maria entered the
depot and asked the station agent for
The privilege OF being married upon the
platform in front of the depot. "Osr.
tainiy." replied the polite agent, "or
right here in the depot il you prefer"
But Maria preferred the platform.
David soon returned with the license,
followed by his brother, who swore the
wedding should not take place. And
then the brother used shocking cuss
words, and drew pistol, which fairly
rallied David, who also hirted out re-.
volver. and would have speedily de.
molished the interfering brother but for
the interposition of the by-standers,
who hustled the offender away from the
scene.
The marriage then took place, the
parties standing out in the cold upon
the platform while the ceremony was
gone through with. David rather en-.
joyed the novelty Of the affair. s.By
gosh, this is bully; amt it, Mariar?" hs
exclaimed. "You bet, Dave" replied
Maria; and then the happy couple went
on their way rejoicing. the happiest pair,
apparently. ever married at Cave City.
TELEGRAPH TRICKS. Two young mun.
telegraph operators, boarding at one Of
our leading third class hotels, find greut
amusement in carrying on conversation
with each other at the table. by ticking
on their plates with knife, fork or spoon.
A combination of sounds or ticks const-
tute the telegraph alphabet, and persons
familiar with these sounds can converse
thereby as intelligently as with spoken
words
A few days ago, while these fun loving
yonths were seated at breakfast, Il stout.
built young man entered the dining.
room with handsome girl on his arm,
whose blushing countenanoe showed her
to be bride. The couple had, in fact
been married but day or two previous
and had come to San Francisco from
their home in Oakland. or Mud Springs,
or some other rural village, for the pur.
pose OF spending their honeymoon. The
telegraph tickers commenced as soon as
the husband and wife seated themselves.
No. opened the discourse as follows:
what lovely little pigeon this is
alongside of me-ain't she?''
No. 2-"Perfeotly charming-looks as
ii butter wouldn't melt IN her mouth.
just married, gneas. Don't you think
so?"
No. 1-"Yes. should Judge she was.
What luscious lips she's gotl If that
country pumpkin beside her was out Of
the road. I'd give her hug and kiss
just for luck"
No. 2-"Suppose you try it anyhow.
Give her little nudge under the table
with your knee"
There is no telling to what extont tho
impudent rascals might have gone, but
for an amazing and entirely unforeseen
event. The bridegroom's face had
flushed, and dark scowl was on his
brow during the progress of the ticking
conversation; but the operators wore too
much occupied with each other, to pay
any attention to him. The reader may
form som idea Of the young mems con-
sternation, when the partner of the lady
picked up his knife and licked off the
following terse but vigorous message:
"This lady is my wife, and as soon as
she gets through with her breakfast. [
propose to wiring both your necks. you
insolent whelps."
The bridegroom was telegraph opo
rator, and "knew how 1t was himself"
San Francisco Chronicle.