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A PIECE UF ROMANCE.
How a Young Lady from tho South and
a,Tramp M MndetLove on Kentuck yiSoil.

| A PIECE UF ROMANCE.
How a Young Lady from tho South ant
| asTramp NJ adefLove on Kentucky yisol.
Yesterday. says q recent issue Of 8
Little Rock (Ark.) paper, Mr.. Robert
Preston and wife, a couple who were
happily united q Few days ago, arrived
in this city en- route for Texas. The
story of their marriage is rather a
romantic one; not that it abounds in
hair escapes, or Of blood IN
large or small quantities, but that
well that it is romantic.
About four years ago Miss Emma
Boland, of Galveston, visited an aunt
in Warren county. Ky. 1t was summer,
the season was, and one evening the
girl sat in the yard, half reading and
half regarding the enormous bumble-
bees buzzing around. A Warren county
bumble- bee will attract attention any
where. He can make you think that ne
is tanglin himself in your hair, and,
looking a un you see him ten 1eet
away, ,clinging to a thistle bloom. That's
enough about the bee. a footstep didn't
arouse the young lady. It was voice.
that said: "Can / get drink Of waterp'
Two arms and Che chin of q tramp
leaned on the fence. He was dressed in
the tramps garb, wardrobe at once so
descrihable and indescribable. Il say
can I get some water P"
"Yes," said the girl.
Must l 20 round to the gate or
climb over the fence p
both. if you choose"
"That's the way like to hear people
talk" said the tramp, climbing over
water?"
"I'll bring it,"
YOU'D better bring the well, for I'm
dyrer than barrel of bromophyre;"
The girl went to the house and re.
turned with bucket of water. When
the man had finished drinking she did
not think that he had exaggerated his
thirst. In fact, she did not think that
his comparison had been adequate.
"What book are you reading?"
"Mill on the Floss" :,
Overrated. I never liked it.. All
depth or no depth, don't know which.
Strained characters or no characters,
don't know which. The novelist has
tried to write story without well de-
fined plot, and he has failed. Gold
smiths success as a plotless and Charm
ing writer was q bad example"
"You shouldn't tear my favorite book
to pieces. I Ike George Eliot and her
works." :.
"You don't like Mill on the Floss
You have been nodding over it for the
last half hour. You only pretend to
read it because you imagine that in
doing so you develop literary taste"
II think, sir, you are impudent."
"But truthful. Here's book you
should read" and the tramp took from
his ragged coat tattered copy of Bur-
tons Anatomy of Melancholy. "Dr.
johnson said that this book was the
only work that could induce him to get
out of bed, mornings, sooner than his
regular time of rising"
"And that's why you like it," re-
marked the girl, taking the book. III
DIR. johnson hadn't made that remark
you would not find the work 30 charm
ing?rs mso.,, 81, r;.,t Give me sorne
more water" 80,
The conversation was pursued until
the tramp accepted an invitation to sup
per. His idea of Burton and johnson
was soon covered up with butter cakes:
The tramp, Mr.. Preston, remained all
night. Next morning., when ne an,
nounced his intention Of leaving, the glrl
accompanied him to the spot where she
sat when he hailed her.
"Why do you tramp around; have
you no homer"
Eyes, as to the home. Don't know
as to tramping."
"Whisky?"
Whisky"
why don't you quitP"
81 will"
"Whenp"
"Now, on one condition. That you
will consent to be my wife. Meet me
under this tree four years from to-
day."
Il will" -,
"Good-bye," and he climbed the fence
and was gone. No correspondence was
carried on between them. The manly,
handsome face of the tramp hung before
the girl like a picture. Deep. earnest
eyes, merry laugh, accompanied the
tramp. Several weeks ago the young
Iady visited her aunt. One evening last
week she sat under tree in the yard
where tour years before she nodded over
a book. Bees buzzed around-the same
bees, seemingly. On her lap lay MIL
on the Floss;' near her tattered copy
of Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy
A buggy drove up. A man alighted and
clim bed the fence.
"Mr. Preston"
"Miss Roland"
There was no indication of tramp in
the handsomely dressed gentleman. The
clear, earnest eyes showed no lurid ligh!
kindled by Satan's breath. Clasped
hands, kisses, renewal of vows. That
evening the buggy went to Bowling
Green. Next morning q happy couple
left on southern bound train. They
are now in this city, stopping at the
Grand Central. Tomorrow they viii
leave for Texas.