Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-12-09
A PIECE OF ROMANCE.
The Condition Upon Which She Prom
ised to be His Vile.

A few days ago llr. Robert Preston
and wife, couple who were happily
united recently, arrived in this city EN-
route for Texas. The story Of their
marriage is rather a romantic one; not
that it abOunds in chair breadth es-
capes,' or of blood in large or small
quantities, but that-well, that it is
romantic.
About four years ago Miss Emmd
Roland, of Galveston, visited an aunt
in Warren county, Ky. 1t was sum-
mer, the season was, and one evening
the young girl sat in the yard half
reading and half regarding the enorm-
GUS humble bees buzzing around. \
Warren county humble bee will attract
attention anywhere. He can make
you think he is trailing in your hair,
and looking aroundI you see him ten
feet away in a thistle bloom-but tm.ts
enough about the bee. A footstep
didn't arouse the young lady-it was
voice that said: Cant get drink
of water?" Two arms and the chin
of tramp leaned on the fence, He
was dressed like a tramp, a wardrobe
at once so describable and indescrib-
able. 81 say, can get some water|
"Yes," said the girl.
"Must l go round to the gate or
climb over the fence?'
"Both, if you choose"
"That's the way like to hear people
talk" said the tramp, climbing over
and approaching. "Now, where is the
waterY"
"1'll bring it,
you'd better bring the well, for I'm
dryer than a barrel of brOmophire.'
The girl went to the house and re-
turned with a bucket of water. When
the man had finished drinking, she did
not think he had exaggerated his thirst.
In fact she did not think his cOmpari-
son had been adequate.
"What book are you rcading:'
mill on the Floss.
"Overrated. never did like it. All
depth or no depth, | don't know which,
Strained characters, or no characters
don't know which. The noyclistI tried
to write story without definite plot
and has failed. Goldsmith's success,
as a plotless and charming writer was
a bad example,
"You should not tear my rayoritC
book to pieces. like Gcorge Eliot
and her works"
you don't like Mill OR tie Floss.
You have been nodding over it for thu
last half hour You only pretend l'
read it because you imagine That il
doing 50 you develop literary taste
81 think You are impudrnt'
"But truthful. Here's Il book yJ'
should read" and the tramp tool, from
his ragged coat a tattcrcd copy Of Bur
TONS Anatomy of Melancholy, ADJ
Johnson said that this book WAS tn
only work that could induce him t.
get out of bed of mornings sooner t'm
his regular time of rising.
".And that's why you like ii, T..
marked the girl taking the book 81
DR.. Johnson hadn't made that rcmar
You wouldn't find the book SO charm
ing"
| "Thats all right. Give me som
, more water
The conversation was continued III
2 til the tramp accepted the invitation I
{ supper His idea of Burton and join
l son was soon covered up with huttcrr
cakes. The tramp, Mr.. Preston, I,
= mained all night. Next morning, whr
t he announced his intention Of lcayin.
:, the girl accompanied him to the sp,
where she sat when he hailed her.
"Why do you tramp around? Hay
, you no hOme?"
e "Ycs, as to the home. Don't Nuo'
r as to the tramping."
e "Whisky?'
+ "Whisky?"
= "Why don't you quit?"
s 81 will"
g "When?'
II "NOw, on one cOnditiOn-that "
will consent to be my wife. Meet Il
n under this tree four years from to-day
~ 81 will"
~ Good bye" and he climbed Il
a fence and was gone. No corrcspon
Ia ence was carried on between ther
Is The manly, handsome face of Il
Il tramp hung before the girl like Il pc
trait, Deep, earnest eyes, a mer
r laugh, accompanied the tramp.
,s Several weeks ago the young In,
visited her aunt. One evening la
70 week she sat under a tree in the yal
,s where, four years ago, she nodded ov
her book. Bees bu2zed around; t
very same bees seemingly. On her
lay "Mill on the Floss" near her Il t
n tered copy of "Burton's Anatomy
r. Melancholy" A buggy drove up;
v man alighted and climbed the fence
lis "NIr PrestOnv
ny Miss Rolandw
N There was no indication of Il tran
H. in that handsomely dressed gentlemi
NJ The clear, earnest eye showed no Inc
nd light, kindled by Satan's breath. Cla
an ed hands renewal of vo'
he That evening the buggy went to Boz
be- ing Green. Next morning hap
couple left on southern bound ira
They are now in this city, stopping
the Grand Central. Tomorrow Il
leave for Texas.