The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1872-11-22
HOW I CAME TO BE MARRIED.
An Old Pioneers Story.

by wolves in Canada woods, recalls |
similar experience | had once il
Ohio" said the old pioneer, IS he
shook with suppressed emotion, but
whether of cad or pleasing nature
could not be ascertained in the dim
light of the Fireplace.
LET US hear your yarn" we sug
gested, with reportorial eye to an
item for consideration in dull sea
son.
30, il amt any yarn, assure
you," siad the old man, as he chuck
led and grinnsd until glacial move
mont of tobacco juice started froG
each corner Of his mouth and push
ed its way down the wrinkles tina
lead to his stubbIo covered chin be
low. "Shut the door there, so tina
mother can't hear what is gsing on
and | will tell you how | came to b.
married"
We complied with his request anc
after storing away fresh supply o.
the weed "that cheers but don't in
cbriate" he drew his chair close "a
us and commenced
at was in the year 1850 that
came to Cleveland, and became EN-
pIoyed in hardware store on Super
Tor street. | had spent all my pre-
vious life on farm, and had become
tired of tramping around over the
pastures, foddering sheep and cattle
in the winter, and working still
harder in the summer. won't say
any thing about the difficulties AK
perienced in getting employment
upon my arrival in the city, nor how
| tried every place that suited me,
until became acquainted with a
widow lady who kept a few boarders
on what is now known as Euclid av-
enue.
"My landlady was accomplished,
and had evidently seen better days,
but the death of her husband left
her in reduced circumstances She
had two daughters, both lively, in
telligent and possessed of graces that
only come from association with tho
better class ofsociety. They we're
of extremely gay disposition, and |
had not been at the house a month
before l was hopelessly in love with
Fanny the eldest, aud | thought at
times her manner toward me was
tender and encouraging. She care
fully avoided giving me an Opportu-
nifty to be alone with her long enough
to declare my passion.
"The winter had nearly passed
without finding me any further ad-
vanced in my suit, until one night
in Feb. after heavy fall of snow,
asked Fanny to take sleigh ride
with me, to which she consented and
after tea procured as housekeeping
pair of horses as could ne found in
the city, drove up to the house of my
affinity, and ia a few minutes we're
whirling away out on the Cleveland
and Medina Turnpike. | had TAX
en- that road partly because it led to-
wards my old home, and also owing
to it being less travelled at night t han
the other throughfareS leading from
the city, and we were not likely to
be interrupted in our ride or CONVEX
sation. The night was just cool
enough to make it necessary to place
my arm around my companion, the
horses were risky, and tho moon
shone with that peculiar light which
is preferred by lovers to all others,
unless it be that of . parlor lamp
turned down SO low that as an illu-
minator it is nearly useless.
"Through Brooklyn township we
whirled out into the country, where
the lights from the farm houses be-
came more scattered, and the baying
of watch dog was the only sound
heard. Fanny, who had previously
sung, laughed and chatted msrrily
on our ride. now became quiet. AS
we came to rise in the road that
disclosed level strip two or three
miles in length before us, said to
myself, Before we have travelled the
road now in view, | will settle my
fate, and go home happier or more
miserable man.
Hardly had | come to this conclu-
sion before heard = peculiar rush-
ing sound behind US, and looking
around could see q flock of sheep
coming at full speed towards us, and
behind them were tive or three dogs
which accounted for the fright of
the sheep, which would doubtless run
for miles without stopping, and cause
their owner much trouble in hunting
them up. But a bright thought
came to me. Fanny was city girl,
and had never seen . sheep save in
the shape of outlets or roast at her
mothers table. would indulge in
strategy Of the kind, which is con-
sidered fair in love or war. Lower
ing my voice to the note of the stage
Jibbennainosay, where he speaks of
the death of his parents, wife aad
friends, | said: Fanny, my girl are
you bravs-can you bear terrible
news I" "Why, Henry, what is tbs
matterV "What makes you look
so pale I" Assuming a more tragic
yoica I renl;Ad. IGRa 6rne daarast.