The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-10-04

The law which provides that marri-
ages shall not take place in this Terri
tory until the regulation license is
obtained from the county clerk is a
wise one. Under its provisions the
county records contain the names Of
persons and dates Of marriage, and in
future years, when wills are contested
or other legal questions arise, a vast
amount of expense and trouble will be
saved by reference to these records.
Quite a large class of our people are un-
familiar with this as with many other
provisions of the statutes, and therefore,
many amusing scenes are enacted in
the county clerks office when applica-
tons for license are made. gi'f1
Mr.. Loeb tells with great gusto the
story of a young Teuton who applied
for a license some six months ago. The
man, who was not over % years old,
gave his name, but when asked for the
cognomen of his intended, said that 1t
was Maggie-Maggie- o
maggie Mitchell?' queried Mr..
Loeb.
Yes, dots it, wa the reply. Then
shaking his head, the swain said: 81
don't know bout dot. 1 tink it vos
peter 1 go und find me dot ouet."
And away he went. Returning shortly
he gave the females name, and the
license was filed out.
'How much you sharge for dot?"I
was the next question.
Five dollars said Loeb.
"Py gracious, ish dot sop Veil / got
me only zwei tollars," exclaimed the
Teuton, 'Petter 1 go see Maggie und
got me some more money, don't it?" 2.
He left the office and in about fifteen
minutes Loeb heard some one enter.
Looking up he saw a tall, angular
Hibernian female, apparently over
forty, with arms akimbo, glaring down
upon him. He instinctivelys rushed
into the vault and partially closed the
door.
"Wud yez have the heart to charge
me five dollars for a licinse?" she
cried.
"That's the regular fee," said Loeb.
THE law says that you must pay it,"
"Come an, Jimmie,'' said she, ''we'll
get married widout "a license" and she
seized the arm of her intended.
sob, no." said he, I've don't want to
pc married. Ven wait avile."
"Come an, now, will yez," said
Maggie, II tell yez we'll get married
widout n licinse,' - and she led Jimmie
away.
They visited every minister and JUS
tice in the city, but couldn't get
married, and at last returned to Loeb's
office, demanding the license. The
money was ready, but Loeb pretended
that he was about to close up and said
they must wait another day. The re-
l~uctant swain begged to be allowed to
depart single, but the woman insisted
that they must be married, paid for the
license and they called upon a minister.
When the ceremony was concluded
they desired a certificate. The minister's
stock was almost exhausted, and as
they had no money, he tried to put
them off, but they plead with him until
he gave them a handsome certificate,
worth several dollars.
Loeb says he was sitting in his Office
one cool afternoon, when a well known
| gentleman entered and closed the door
carefully. Tiptoeing across the room
he glanced around, held up his finger,
and in a sepulchral whisper said: care
you alone?"
eyes," said Loeb; whats the mat
ter with you?"
The visitor whisped: Make me out
a license"
"What?" cried Loeb; "Speak louder,
l can't hear what you say"
Make me out a license" came in a
louder whisper, and Loeb smiled, did
his duty, and sent the gentleman away
five dollars poorer.
Another gentleman entered the office
and began examining stock brands.
Loeb knew he contemplated matrimony
and said: "You don't want that kind
of brand; you want the other kind"
"What do You mean?" asked the can
didate for matrimony.
"Why," said Loeb, "You want a
marriage license; you don't want a
stock brandt
The only reply was an inquiry as to
how much lucre was necessary in the
premises, and Loeb filled out the Ii
cense and sent the gentleman away.
Loeb ''gets off wrong once in
awhile, however, and the most recent
case was when a saloonkeeper called to
get a liquor license. He simply asked
for a 'license" and Loeb began filling
out a marriage license. He asked the
mans name, wrote it and then inquired
the name of his intended.
81 don't want a marriage lie snse; 1
want a liquor license. What do you
take me for?" was the reply, and the