The Newtown bee., 1880-07-14
A PIErE uF ROMANCE.
How q young Lady from the south and a Tramp MadeLove on Ikcntucky.soil.


 Tramp MadeLove on Kentucky-son.
 Yesterday. says a recent issue of Little Rock (Ark.) paper. MT; Robert Preston iand sswife, a couple who were happily united few days ago, arrived in this city en route for Texas. The story of their marriage is rather a romantic one; not that 1t abounds in ir-breadth escapes, or of blood Tn large or small quantities, but that we'll that it is romantic.
 About four years ago Miss Emma Roland, of Galveston, visited an aunt in Warren county, Ky. It was summer, girl sat in the yard, halt reading and half regarding the enormous humble bees buZzing around. A Warren county humble bee will attract attention any where He can make you think that he is tanglin himself in your hair, and, looking a un you see him ten feet away, ,clinging to 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 water?" Two arms and the chin of a tramp the tramps garb. wardrobe at once so describable and indescribable. |" 1 say can get some water ?"
 "Yes," said the girl.
 Must l go 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 and approaching ;" Now where's the
 "Tll bring it."
 You'd better bring the well, for I'm dyrer than barrel of bromophyre." ho ,.,l Sn 10 hns1Gn 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 readingp"
 Mill on the Floss" Oyerrated. I never liked ii. 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 plotless and charm | ing writer was a bad example"
 You shouldn't tear my favorite book to pieces. Ike George Eliot and her works"
 You don't like Mill on the Floss | You have been nodding over 1t for the last half hour. You only pretend to read it because you imagine that ln doing so you develop literary taste.n
 '' 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 toms 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. Ii | Dr. Johnson hadn't made that remark you would not lind the work so charm ingP" | more water"
 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. 1 The tramp, MT. Preston, remained all night. Next morning, when he an | nounced his intention of leaving, the girl | accompanied him to the spot where she sat when he hailed her. ..
 Why do you tramp around; have 1 you no home?"
 .' Y es, as to the home. Don't know as to tramping." ....- WhiskyP"
 | !" u1Shy
 "Why don't you quit9"
 "I will"
 WhenP"
 Now, on one condition. That you will consent to be my wife. Meet me under this tree four years from to- day.n
 T will"
 Goodbye" 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 lady visited her aunt. One evening last week she sat under tree in the yard where four years before she nodded over a book. Bees buzzed arouud-the same bees, seemingly. On her lap lay " Mill 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.
 s'Mr. Preston"
 s'M Miss Roland"
 There was no indication of a tramp il the handsomely dressed gentleman. The clear, earnest eyes showed no lurid igh kindled by Satan's breath. Claspet hands, kisses, renewal of vows. Tha evening the buggy went to Bowlin! Green. Next morning happy couple left on a southern bound train. The, are now in this city, stopping at tn, Grand Central. Tomorrow they vii leave for Texas.