The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1875-02-24
Henry WilberfOrce Brown, Wild
over.
From the Detroit Free Press

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He was at the Central Station las
night in cell No. 6. He wash
drunk, and he looked so neat ant
clean that areporter was led to in
quire why he was detained as a pris
oner. Henry Wilberforcc Brown i
widower. 63 years of age, and live
in Kent county, where he owns I
farm. He arrived here on the Sun
day night-train for the purpose o
hunting wife. and early Monday
morning he started out. He didn'i
intend to lose any time, but as sooI
as he found the right sort of q woman
meat to so to a Justice, have the
knot tied and start for home.
At the corner of Woodward and
Jefferson avenues. he encountered 9
smart looking young girl, and he
stopped her and said:
Miss, my name is Henry Wiiber
force Brown. / am the father OF
three children, have horses. COWS
and farm, and want a wife.
like your appear,
She jumped away from him and
ran across the street, and he decid-
ed that she wouldn't make a good
wife anyway. He meandered up as
far as Larned street before he saw
another face that suited him, and be
halted the woman and said:
Lady, my name is Henry WiIber.
force Brown. I am the father of
three children, own nice farm, have
lots of money. and want to marry.
You are q mighty handsome woman,
and if you will only say the word,
Wen go and git"
''Sir!'' she said. as she stepped
back; "sir. you are a drunken old
fool -
You wouldn't suit me-too mnch
temper J" he replied, and he waved
his hand at her and passed on.
He was gazing at the City Hall
when a portly female came sailing
around the corner of Michigan street
and the widower took of his hat,
made low bow. and. as she halted
and wondered who he was, he said:
Madame. 1 am Henry Wilber-
'orce Brown. I am the father of
.hree children, have horses, cows,
and farm, and l am looking for a
wife,"
"Sir!" she gasped, retreating a
title.
"Ohl no offense, madam p he
vent on. II am looking for a wife,
md perhaps you can assist me. If
10, will send you a hull lot of pro-
luce to pay for your trouble. l
iidn't want TO marry you. because
Iou are too stout, and / know that
stout women are often as lazy as the
lay is long; but perhaps you can
ell me of some nice little
"You old wretch r. ste sbrieked
You ought to be lashed to the bone
With a raw hide! IF 1 could see a
policeman Cooking around) I'd have
vou in Jail in five minutes p
Henry Wilberforce Brown was
somewhat discouraged by his fail
lres, but he concluded that patience
md perseverance would bring him
iuccess before noon, and he walked
Iround the Opera House block. He
noted every passing female
md it was half an hour before he
ound one to suit. He thought he
lad, perhaps, been to bold with the
'there. and SO when be stopped this
me he inquired: Miss, you know
OTIS of women in Detroit. don't your
What! p she asked in amaze
nent.
"This is nice weather to go on a
,ridal tour !" he continued, giving
Ter a powerful wink with his left
ye.
She ran into a store. supposing
I'm drunk or crazy. and after little
election he decided that the bold
st way was the best. He would
tate his business frankly, and then
f they didn't want to marry him
here would be no time lost: He
tarted for the market. but on Mon
oe avenue he encountered another
emale whose face suited his idea.
nd he walked right up to her and L
aid: -
Miss. / am the father OF several
arms, and my name is Henry Wild
Brown. own three chill |
reu, several cows. aud I want tod
nd a."
'Policet' she screamed. striking I
him with her umbrella.
'vOhr' no offense, madame, If you
re engaged
"Po-leeoo p she shouted, fighting /
i'm back. ZA,= q
my name is Henry Wilberforce
-" he was going on, when sever
men grabbed him, and an officer
anne esrunning up and tore bis coat