Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1880-07-21


couple who were happily united few day
ago, arrived in Little Rock, Arkansas, el
route for Texas. The story of their mar
riage is rather romantic one; not that
abounds IN hair-breadth escapes or OF bloot
in large or small quantities, but that-well
that it is romantic.
About four years ago Miss Emma Roi
land, of Galveston, visited her aunt IN War
ren county, Kentucky. II was summer
the season was, and one evening the cir
sat in the yard, half reading and half re
garding the enormous bumble-bees buZZInI
around. A Warren county bumble-be,
will attract attention anywhere. He Cal
make you think that he is lsngling himself
in your hair, and, looking around, you Sc,
him ten feet away, clinging to thistle
bloom. That's enough about the bee. A
footstep didn't arouse the young lady. 1
was voice that said, ''can get drink OF
wsteri" Two arms and the chin of a tramp
leaned on the fence. He was dressed il
the tramp's garb, wardrobe at once 50 de
scribable and indescribable. 81 say, can
get some water?'
''les," said the girl.
''Must go around 10 the gate or clint
over the fence q
Both, if you choose
That's the way l like to hear people
talk" said the tramp, climbing over anC
approaching. Now, where's the water p
IN bring it,"
YOU'D better bring the well, for I'm
dryer than barrel Of bromophyle."
The girl went to the house and returned
with bucket Of water. When the man
had finished drinking she did not think tha,
he bad exaggerated his thirst In fact, she
did not thInk that his comparison had been
adequate.
''What book are you readingl"
mil ON the Floss
''Overrated. / 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 q
story without a well-defined plot. and has
failed. Goldsmith's success as plotless
and charming writer was bad example. VI
''Gou shouldn't tear my favorite book tO
pieces. | like George Elliot and all heI
works"
z."You don't like Mill on the Floss. You
have been nodding over it for the last half
hour. You only pretend to read II because
you imagine that in doing so YOU develop
literary taste"
Il think, sir, you are impudent.
But truthful. Here's book you should
read, and the tramp took from his ragged
coat tattered copy of Burton's Anatomy
of melancholy. '.Dr. johnson said that
hook ha nr,lx har in
duce him 10 get out o. bed mornings sooner
than his regular time of rising
And that's why you like it, remarked
the girl, taking the book. ''If DIR. johnson
hadn't made that remark you would not
find the work SO charming
That all right. Give me some more
water"
The conversation was pursued until the
tramp accepted an invitation to supper.
His idea of Button and Johnson was soon
covered up with batter cakes. The tramp,
Mr.. Preston, remained all night. Next
morning, when he announced his intention
Of leaving, the girl accompanied him to the
spot where she sat when he hailed her.
''Why do you tramp around; you have
no home n
'Yes, as to the home. Don't know as
to the tramping."
Whisky
"Whisky.'
why don't you quit ?"
II will"
"When ~
Snow, under one condition. That you
will consent to be my wife Meet me under
this tree four years from to-day"
II 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 portrait. Deep, earnest eyes,
IA merry laugh, accompanied the tramp.
Several weeks ago the young lady visited
her aunt. One evening last week she sat
under a tree in the yard where four years
ago she nodded over book. Bees bIzzed
around-the same bees seemingly. On her
lap lay Mill on the Floss" near her a
tattered copy OF "Burton's Anatomy of
Melancholy a buggy drove up. a man
alirhted and climbed the fence.
MIR. Preston"
Miss Rslland"
There was no indication of a tramp in
the handsomely dressed gentleman. The
clear, earnest eyes showed no lurid light,
kindled by Satan's 5r.ath. Clasped hands,
kisses, rei.ewal of VOWS. That evening the
buggy went to Bowling Green. Next
morning happy couple left on southern
bound train.