The National tribune., 1882-06-17

| Miss Nellie returned to Pittstield, and to her
| friends it seemed that all her wedding cake
was betrothal dough. Why Belden again fell
head over-heels in love with Miss Nellie no
one understands but he did, begged for
| Giveness, sought reconciliation, and all once
more apparently became serene. The we'd
| ding day was fixed for last Wednesday.
Along that Wednesday came, and Belden, in
| his broadcloth, appeared at the brides house.
Miss Nellie met the bridegroom at the door.
! Taking him into the kitchen, where she
was Gaping strawberries, she said: Fred,
| am to be married next Monday, not to-
| day; my future husband is now on his way
from Missouri" Belden falls and so does
| the curtain.
| According to Mr.. Ira S. Parke, of Nevada,
every man ought to meet the future wife of
his bosom when she is young and take a
hand IN her training. That was Mr.. Parkes
theory Why" he argued, :" mere love is
folly; marriage is business all the time"
Mr. PalSe lived in Six-Mile Canyon, and
little daughter away down in her teens. In
talking with the neighbor one Gay the
theorist proposed that he should take the
neighbors daughter partly in hand send
her to school and then marry her, for,
thought Mr.. Parke, " as the twig is bent the
trees inclined" The neighbor agreed,
partly because he knew that his friend was
a trustworthy man and partly because he of
his own means would not be able to give
his daughter proper schooling. The process
of teaching the young idea how to shoot
went swimmingly on for q few years until q
month or so ago. A visit to her home then
revealed the object of the experiment q lovely
maiden-mOdest, well-infOrmed, and as Mr..
Parke, no doubt, rapturOusly whispered TO
himself, in every way fit to make Il man happy.
Such was the condition of affairs when the
SHOWS of the Sierras began to give way
before the warmth of coming summer. Mr..
Parke seized the opportunity of the visit
to tell his protege of the delightful arrange
ment. TO his surprise such of the girls
smiles rs she gave with which to punct-
uate his recitation were accompanied
by shoulder shrugs, uplifting eyebrows and
protesting little Fuckers. To bring the
matter to an end with its climax, the girl
ran away with her real lover that night, and
now Mr. Parke is selling at auction lot of
costly furniture with which he had stocked
his brides nest.
As there is no fool like an old fool, SO
there seems to be no Christiancy like
an old Christiancy. The people of Mayville,
Dodge county, Wisconsin, are quite sure
that such an amendment cf the proverb is
in keeping with facts, whereof what follows
is an outline: Jacob W. Roby, a wealthy
citizen of that place, used to so down to
Milwaukee q good deal last winter to see
never go through his sixtieth December
again, but the latter is now experiencing
her nineteenth June. As Miss Collins
AYERS, Mr.. Roby made love in such
kingly style and asked her to be his
wife so pleadingly that she agreed to
marry him. The bride bought her outfit,
and all the other arrangements were made.
On the wedding day Mr.. ROby appeared at
the brides house, in Milwaukee, but st the
appointed hour he was nowhere to be found.
The other day Mr.. ROby engaged two of the
best lawyers in Wisconsin to keep him from
paying $4,000 in breach of promise suit.
Love in Texas is much like love in
other places, very likely, but no couple
ever acted as two young people did down at
the town of Marshall in that State few
days ago. The young man picked up
pebble and rlayfully threw it at his sweet
heart. The pebble struck the girl on the
finger where the youth had just put an
engagement ring and the blow hurt like
everything. Getting angry about it the
sweetheart "hurled the pebble back at him,
knocking out one Of his front teeth" In
view of the fact that there will be no we'd
ding it is safe to announce "no cards"
Six young women who not long ago were
bridesmaids at fashionable wedding in
New York have had their Photographs taken
together and the picture is on exhibition at
a fashionable resort. Ten young men were
observed the other day peering through ten
pairs of eyeglasses at the double bevy of
graces.