Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1878-07-04
The Romance of a EsIcn Young man.

In Clinton, Illinois, there was a leyelv
maiden, say of thirty-five, who fell des-
perately in love with rich Young man.
and to prove the disinterested rapture she
felt for him, and the ardent nature of her
gush, she hinted, as only lady of thirty
five, anxious to marry, can, that he was
the very finest man she ever came across,
and could make any woman happy by the
simple means of preacher and a license.
But the rich young man didn't see it; he
didn't nibble, and in fact he stayed away
from there in a most unproposing man
ner. But it was an enterprising young
maiden, and so she went through some
FIVE hundred novels in search of a good
way to catch rich young man with a
matrimonial lasso, for, as the couple in
novel always marry, it is safe to conclude
that the courting must be good which re-
suits always in success.
Well, at last the fair reader came to
the Romance of Poor Young Man,"
wherein the point is that the P. 7. M,
being locked in a moonlit tower with q
lady, jumps off the tower at the risk Of
his life, sooner than stay up there and
compromise the lady.
''I have it, said the fair reader, closing
the book and going to the sexton of
lonely Methodist Church which stood
some miles in the country.
Diplomatically beseiging the sexton,
she managed to wheedle him out of the
key of the steeple, which was high, had
spiral stairway inside and only one win
dow. Then the rich but cool young man
and the designing lady were seen one af-
ternOon riding along that road, and, stop
ping at the lonely church, to go up in the
steeple and view fine article of sunset
The couple climbed the stairs and stood
at the single window admiring the lovely
scene until the sun went down behind
the west, and the twilight crept o'er moor
lands and lee-see any novel r-peem for
minute description. Then the rich young
man began to get skittish and wish he
was at home, so he imparteda gentle hint
to his companion that they had better go,
etc.
Now, the lady had locked the door of
the steeple, assuring the young man that
it was the sections imperative command.
Down the steep, narrow stairs they came,
and at the bottom the lady felt for the
key in her pocket, but no key was there.
"Gracious me-" says she, in most his
trionic manner, elf 1 haven't gone and
dropped the key out of the window. It's
fifty feet to the ground. What will be-
come of us? To stay in this steeple all
night with man and show myself after
ward unmarried would kill me,'' etc.,
and she fell on the young mans breastin
a paroxism of weeping.
That young man was cool and buiness-
like. He waited till she turned off the
water, then kindly seated her on the low
est step and started up stairs.
s'Heavens, Joseph: dear Joe, you amt
going to jump?'
FFNot if [ know it; you just wait.''
Presently he returned with a bright
smile on his face and the bell rope under
his arm; gently, but firmly, he took the
hirty-ffve-year-old young maiden up
stairs to the window, and, in spite of her
entreaties and cries, tied the rope about
her waist and lowered away. The con-
ventional plowman, homeward p1oding
his weary way, saw as the moon rose,
parti-colored ghost descending the face of
the church steeple, and he began to plod
faster, at the same time whistling tune
to keep up his courage. But curiosity.
stronger than fear, caused him to take
just one more look at the apparition, and
what was his surprise to behold against
the steeple, two barred and striped OBJ
jects that loomed like the clowns legs in
the circus. Fine pfowHaan stood rooted to
the ground, and then down came ghost
number two, and, as it was dark and
notwithstanding object, the plowman
rallied from his fright and approached the
spot, when he beheld a lady and gentle
man quarreling, and the lady called the
gentleman ''horrid wretch.'' No cards.