Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1882-03-10
+! Kentucky i.oghinyar Thirty.
NiLr Racc inr 4 Bride.


CHANGED to he in the city yesterday,
tells an interesting story of a romantic
runaway match which is now being ex-
tcnSively canvassed in that part of the
State. Scottsville, pretty village sit
uatcd in the county mentioned, about tif-
teen miles from the Tennessee line, is
the home of some of the most aristo-
cratic people in Kentucky. 1t is a place
noted for pretty girls and gallant young
men, and among all these the sweetest
belle was Miss Ollie Brown, and the
handomcst beau Mr.. Joseph Carpenter.
They loved each other unto desperation.
Theirs was the sort of love that always
lead, to marriage, and months ago they
determined to link their dcstinicS. In
this ease, as in many others, the only
obstacle was parental objection. Miss
Browns mother positively declared that
she was not old enough to get married,
being only fourteen, and her sweet
hearts cntreaties were in vain. The
young people made one or two incffect-
ual attempts at elopement, but they
were never once baked in their deter
mination to carry out the scheme in the
sweet by and by. On last Thursday
young Mr.. Carpenter drove to the resi-
dence of his sweetheart, and once more
beSought her mother to consent to an
early wedding. Mrs. Brown was mex
orable, Miss Brown was fearful, and Mr..
Carpenter excited. At last, when every
prayer had been denied, the young man
boldly put the question to his sweet
heart:
evil you 90 with me, or mind your
mother and remain at homer"
The girl looked up through her tears,
first at her mother and then at her
lover.
"I'll go with you," she said, at
length.
"Thcn come" and with these words
young Carpenter caught his lady-love in
his arms, and, hurrying out of the
house, leaped into the buggy that was
standing in front of the door. The horse
received a smart blow of the whip and
jumped away in dead run. As soon
as Mrs. Brown realized the situation she
screamed for assistance at the top of
her voice. In 4 few moments the little
town was wild with excitement, but the
volume of sympathy seemed to be with
the young people, who had just whirled
through the streets ut a terrific rate of
speed, taking the road that led to Gal
latin, Tenn. The mother whose daugh-
ter had been stolen wildly besought
somebody to go in pursuit of the flgi-
tivcs, and, if possible, stop the we'd
ding. At length Mr.. Manion, young
lawyer, and Judge of the Police Court,
consented. In few moments he was
mounted upon horse of speed and bot
tom, rafting out of the town in the di-
rection taken by the buggy at a pace
that would have captured the "gcntle-
mans cup" at any fair in the State
From the very start it was race of
whip and spur. The fugitives were evil
IDENTIFY making for Squire Fikes's Office,
which is just across the Tennessee line,
and Judge Manion was hot upon their
train. 1t was 4 chase long to be re-
membcrcd by the people who witnessed
it. In front Il horse ileckcd with foam,
going at top speed, and drawing light
buggy, in which Il gallant youth sat,
with resolution upon his face, and a
beautiful girl nestled trustinglv by his
side. Perhaps II mile in the rear, a sol
itary horseman, applying whip and
spur, Numbered along over the level
turnpike. The buggy had the best of
the race, and pulled up in front of
Squire Fikes's Office fifteen minutes in
the lead of the man on horseback. The
clever Squire promptly adjusted his
spectacles and read the marriage IL
cense. 1t was all right; and the cere-
mony would be performed, so the
Squire said, and he was on the point of
prOnouncing the words SO feverishly
awaited by the young people, when
Judge Manion, riding like professional
jockey, bore down upon the party and
signaled the officer of the law to stop.
81 object to this wedding" he said,
flinging himself off his painting horse.
"Upon what groundsP" asked the
Squire.
alt is the wish of the lady's mother
that she shall not marry. have come
at her bidding"
"You'll have to show something in
writing" said the Squire, bluntly.
Judge Manion promptly took his seat
at table and dashed off an affidavit
reciting the facts. Squire Fixes read
it, and, much to the discontinue of the
runaways, refused to proceed further
with the ceremony. The young people
pleaded, but all to no purpose. At length
Mr.. Carpenter said in very simple Ian
guage:
"We will go further. Get in the bug
gy, my dear. Judge Manion, you may
prepare for another race. We are off
for Gallatin.''
The young man meant exactly what
he said, and in few minutes the race
was renewed. The distance to Gallatin
was eighteen miles, but the buggy horse
was stanch and as true rs the love of
the young couple he was drawing. He
leaped nimbly away from the string, and
once more got the best of the start.
Judge Manion, nothing daunted, again
took the saddle and put the spurs to his
faithful cOurser. For four miles the
race was neck and neck, neither entry
for the grand prize tagging; but at the
finish Of that distance the horse under
saddle cast shoe and stumbled to the
ground completely exhausted. The
buggy then glidcd unaccompanied to
Gallatin. Judge Manion picked himself
up, determined to carry out his mission,
and walked along the road for three
miles, when he procured another horse,
this time a sorry plug, and started out
once more on run. In the meantime,
however, our young couple had arrived
at Gallatin. A preacher was secured
and the wedding was performed at the
principal hotel, in the presence of a
dozen specially invited guests. Judge
Manion galloped into town on his worm
out hack just in time to congratulate
Mr.. and Mrs. Carpenter, which ne did
with the best grace possible. 1t will be
interesting to the readers of the Courier
Journal in Louisville to know that the
bride is the daughter of Mr.. Robert l..
Brown, formerly a well-known merchant
If this city. She is also cousin by
marriage of Gen. Eli II. Murray. She
IS but fourteen years of age.-Lomsriilo
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