Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1874-06-05

Love laughs at bolts and bars, and yet,
at the;same time, there is "many a Slip
'twixt the cup and the lip" The follow
ing true story pungently illustrates both
of the above truisms. 1t happened few
days ago in an adjoining county: A
cOmely youth fell madly in love with a
rural. BELIZE She smiled upon his suit
and doubtless sighed upon his waistcoat.
They resolved to become "twain of one
flesh,' butthe stern father of the would
be bride was dead against it and fercely
forbade the bans. But Glove laughs at
bolts and bars r and the young couple
stole away amid the friendly darkness of
a moon4ess night. fled to neighbor, and,
about dawn the next morning, succeeded
in procuring the services of parson. Al
things were made ready to tie the silken
knot, and the hopes of the lovers beat
high with the joys of q speedy fruition.
But right here the parson manifested some
doubts as to the propriety Of the proceed
ing, and insisted on sending for the cruel
parent and getting his consent before pro-
ceeding with the ceremony. After much
arguing and his promising to intercede
with the girls father, and convincing
both that success would certainly crown
his appeals in their behalf, they finally
consented, and the irrascible old gent was
sent for. Here comes in that other
truism, "There's many slip 'twixt the
cup and the lip" In due season, and
within the hour for the messenger to re-
turn with the cruel parent, fierce clatter
of boots was heard down the lane and
voice wildly shouting, 81 won't consent
I 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 its farther end the infuri-
ated father coming like the wind, under
whip and spur, hat in hand, his white
hair wildly streaming, and shouting with
every breath. al won't consent" etc.
With Qthe ipromptness of a veteran the
lover seized his intended bride, end
mounting his steed with hot haste bore
her off i'm the opposite direction at a flu
rions speed. The father, with the vigor
of despair, plunged his spurs deeper into
the foaming horse, and gave hot pursuit,
followed by the parson and the assembled
guests, all mounted, and taking a lively
interest in the sequel Of the race. Down
the road, over 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 lover gradu-
ally slackened his pace under the double
burden, and the avenging parent steadily
gained on them. Finally he overlook
the flying pair, and, reaching forth,
snatched his daughter from her lovers
grasp, wheeled his painting steed, and
bore her rapidly toward home. The
lover, maddened but not despairing, gave
chase, and back over the same road
cheered5 by the shouts of the excited
party, rushed the father and daughter and
lover. The young man soon devoured
the distance between him and his in.
tended bride, and with grasp of iron
tore her from the paternal arms and es.
sayed to- bear her off in triumph. But
the old man, game to the last, renewed
his strength and speed, and again seized
his daughter, and a furious struggle for
possession ensued. But the party of
friends and the parson put an end to the
struggle by giving the girl to her father
and advising the young man to wait for a
more prQpltlous occasion. Thus ended.
put no1tSclflIntalfy, we feel assured, one OF
OF the most exciting races for bride
known to either truth or fiction.-,Tockson
(1ean9 Wing and Tribune.