The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-08-05
A Piece Of Romance.

lew uaNS ago, aTTlNSu IN JutS CITY
en- route for Texas. The story OF
their marriage is rather a romantic
one; not that it abounds in hair
breadth escapes or of blood in large
and small quantities, but that
well, that it is romantic.
About four years ago, Miss EN-
ma Roland, of Galveston, visited an
aunt in Warren county, Kentucky.
1t was summer, the season warm,
and one evening the girl sat in the
yard, half reading and half regard
ing the enormous bumblebees buzz
ing around. A Warren county
bumblebee will attract attention
anywhere. He can make you think
that he is taLgling himself in your
hair, and looking around you see
him ten feet away clinging to a this
tie bloom. That's enough about
the bees. A footstep didn't arouse
the young lady. 1t was a voice
that said, "Can | get drink of wa.
ter?" Two arms and the chin of q
tramp leaned on the fence. He
was dressed in the tramp's garb, a
wardrobe at once so describable and
so indescribable. 81 say, can l get
some water?"
"Yes," said the girl.
"Must l go round to the gate or
climb over the fenceT
"Both, if you choose"
"That's the way l like to hear
people talk" said the tramp, jump
ing over and approaching. Now,
where's the waterP
"I'll bring it,"
you'd better bring the well, for
Pm dryer than barrel of tromo-
phyre."
The girl went to the house and
returned with a bucket of water
When the man had finished drink
ing she did not think that he had
exaggerated his thirst. In fact,
she did not think that his compari-
son had been adequate.
"What book are you readingY
"Mill on the Floss"
"Overrated. l never like 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 stu
without a well-defined plot, and aa-
failed. Goldsmith 5 success as "a
plotless and charming writer was a
bad example"
"You shouldn't tear my favori q
book to pieces. IKE George FL
lot ard her works"
you don't like Mill on the
Floss You have been noddin
oyer it Tor the last halt hour You
only pretend 10 read 1t because ,au
Imagine that IN doing 50 you de-
yelnE Iterar, taste."
Il thiuk, s.r. you are very inpa-
dent"
"But truthful. Here's book
YOU should read" and the trup.l
took from mis- ragged coat a tatL, ree
copy of Burton Anatomy O: Mei
ancholy. Dr.. Johnson said tina
his book was the only work tina
could induce him to get out of bed
morni gs, sooner than his -regulai
time OF rising
"Anu that's why You like it, re-
marked The girl, taking the book,
III DR.. johnson hadn't made that
remark you would not find the work
SO charming"
That's all right. Give me more
water"
The conversation was pursued
until the tramp accepted an INVITA-
tion to supper. His idea of Burton
and johnson was soon covered with
batter cakes. The tramp, Mr.. Pres
ton, remained all night. Next
morning, when he announced ms
intention of leaving, the girl accom-
panied him to the spot where she
sat when he hailed her.
"Why do you tramp round; have
you no homer"
ayes, as to q home. Don't know
as to trampIng.'
"WhiskyP
"Whisky."
"Why don't you quit1"
81 will"
"When?"
"Now, on one condition. That
you will consent to be my wife.
Meet me under this tree four years
from to-day"
81 will"
GOOD by" and he climbed the
fence and was gone. No cores
pondence was carried on between
them. The manly, handsome face
Of the tramp hung before the girl
like a portrait. Deep, earnest eyes,
merry laugh, accompanied the
tramp. Several weeks ago the
young lady visited her aunt. One
evening last week she sat under the
tree in the yard where four years
before she nodded over a book.
Bees buzzed around, the same bees,
seemingly. On her lap lay "Mill on
the Floss" near her a tattered
copy of "Burton's Anatomy OF Mel
ancholy." A buggy drove up. A
man alighted and climbed the fence
"Mr. Preston"
eMiss Roland"
There was no indication OF a
tramp in the handsomely dressed
gentleman. The clear, earnest eyes
showed no lurid light kindled by
Satan's breath. Clasped hands.
kisses, renewal OF vows. That eve
ming the buggy went TO Bowling
Green. Next morning a happy
couple left on a south bound Il ain
They are now IN shis city, stopping
NJ the Grand Central. Tomorrow
they will leave tor Texas.
Oh | Thosa Flaas.