The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-06-02
A Race for a Bride.

HNHE following is from the Jackson
i (Tenn.) Whig of May 0: Love laughs
at bolts and bars and yet, at the same time,
there is "many slip betwixt the cup and
thelip." The following true story pungently
illustrates both of the above truisms. 1t
happened few days ago in an adjoinining
county. A comely youth fell in love with
rural belle. She smiled upon his suit and
doubtless sighed upon his waistcoat. They
resolved TO become "twain of one flesh,"
but the stern father of the would-be
bride was dead against it and fiercely forbid
the bans. But Glove laughs at bolts and
bars" and the young couple stole away
amid the friendly darkness of moonless
night fled to neighbours and about dawn
the next morning succeeded in procuring the
services of parson. All things were made
ready to tie the silken knot, and the hopes
of the lovers beat high in the joys of
speedy fruition. But right here the parson
manifested some doubts as to the propriety
of the proceeding, and insisted on sending
for the cruel parent and getting his consent
before proceeding with the ceremony.
After much arguing, and his promising to
intercede with the girls father, and convinc-
ing both that success would certainly
crown his appeals in their behalf, they
finally consented, and the irascible old gent
was sent for. Here comes in that other
truism, "there is many a slip betwixt the
cup and the lip" In due season and with
in the hour for the messenger to return
with the cruel parent, fierce clatter of
hoofs was heard down the lane and voice
wildly shouting, 81 won't consent, id
if do; / solemnly forbid them bans"
struck CONSERVATION and terror into the
hearts of the would-be bride and groom.
The groom ran to the door, and, looking
down the lane, saw at it's further end the
infuriated father coming like the wind,
under whip and spur, hat in hand, his
white hair wildly streaming, and shouting
with every breath, 81 won't consent, etc
With the promptness of veteran the lover
seized his intended bride and mounting
his steed in hot haste, bore her off in the
opposite direction at furious speed. The
father, plunged his spurs deeper into his
foaming horse, and gave hot pursuit, fol-
lowed by the parson and the assembled
guests all mounted, aud taking lively in
terest i'll the sequel Of the race. Down the
road, over the hills, through the mist of
valleys, into forests vocal with the songs of
morning, they held their mad career. But
the steed that bore the lovers gradually
slackened his pace under the double bur
den, and the avenging parent steadily
gaining on them. Finally he overlook the
flying pair, and reaching forth snatched his
daughter from her lovers grasp, wheeled
his foaming steed and bore her rapidly to-
wards home The lover maddened, but
not despairing, gave chase and back over
the same road, oheered by the shouts OF the
excited party, rushed the father, daughter
and lover. The young man soon devoured
the distance between him and his intended
bride, and with a grasp of iron tore her
from the parental arms and essayed to bear
her of in triumph. But the old man,
game to the last, renewed his strength and
speed, and again seized his daughter and
afurious struggle for the possession ensu-
ed. But thc party Of friends and the par
,vif put an end to the struggle by giving
the girl to her father and advising the
Young man to wait for more propitious
occasion. Thus ended, but not finally, we
feel assured, one OF the most exciting races
for bride known to either truth or fiction.