Asheville daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1890-1900, 1892-07-08

hOOd-ShOrt Lived Happiness
some Personal NOtes-At Sea In
an Open Boat.
WEAvERvHLE, July RI hope it is not
too late and that it will not be in bad
taste for me to send few words of COM
mendation for THE CITIZEN. 1t has
grown into a newspaper in the fullest
sense of the term. 1t has in the last year
asccnded to the dignity of having an
opinion of its own.
hope you will continue your good
advice to those who have in charge your
rity's welfare. 1t seems to me to be
almost Il crisis in Ashevlle's history.
Her downfall would be our downfall as
well. So keep her aloat il you can.
All this time Weavcrvile is growing
she is fast becoming hustler from way
back" She is swelling herself up like
Mark Twains frog, so when the railroad
comes snorting through it will not fail
to see us and stop.
quiet Sabbath morning not long
Since. The worshippcrs of the village
were returning home having heard dry
sermon and feeling thirsty and longing
for rest. An ancient turnout consisting OF
a dclapidatcd buggy and a horse of un-
certain age, but many fine points, the
former containing man and women, he
about twenty five, and she about twenty,
came rattling down the main street and
stopped before the door of certain JUS
tice of the peace. They wanted to be
married quick; and the magistrate stop
ped passer by and made the twain as
one. And turning the horses heads they
set sail upon that sea on which so many
sails have whtcned and upon whose
strand so many wrecks are strewn.
| They went to live with relatives in
B Cove. He wrestled with the fes-
tive tobacco plant and did his best to
keep down the weeds in the growing
corn on the mountain side, while with a
heavy paddle she beat the life out OF
their clothes down at the wash place."
setting a thousand warning echoes adrift
IN the mountains. At night, the frugal
meal eaten, the banjo was brought out,
and to the strains of "Old Joe Clarke"
and pretty little Liza Jane" and I'm
gwine down to town." the punchcons
resounded to the tread of the dancers
dancing in tune"
But their happiness WIS shortlived,
They had gone to sea in an open boat as
it were; an unpropitious wind had
blown into their sail. Not month OF
welded bliss had been passed when some
tales from over the mountains in Ten
nessee were whispered about. They
reached the ears os the truant groom and
spirit of unrest settled upon him. The
other night the climax of this romance
was reached. 1t was reported in the
cove that the officers were coming to ar
rest him, but he was sharp enough for
them, and when the night had worn
itself we'll away he slipped out of the
cabin, and stepping off into the darkness,
will be seen i'll these parts no more.
Another romantic marriage which
promises to be all smooth sailing and
all bliss without any blister was one
which took place the other day. Last
Wednesday crowd of Young folks ac-
companied by Rev. Mr.. Wagg went on
trlpto Craggy. While uptherc Mr.. Beden
Weaver and Miss Laura Profitt were
joined in holy bonds of wedlock. Standing
on the massive pile of granite under
which so many gay mountain climbers
have passed the lleeting hours with revel
and song, the solemn words were spoken
which made them one. May their hap
piness he as solid and lasting as the rock
upon which they stood and their joys as
boundless as the wild panorama which
stretched itself before their astonished
gaze.
Mrs. Lucy Goodsby, of Greensboro, is
here with her daughter Mary on visit
to relatives. Miss Bessy Afford, a pop.
ular young lady of Greensboro, is visit
ing Miss Carrie Nichols at her pleasant
home near here. Rev. ]. f. Austin is up
from Lincolnton on short visit. Miss
Myra Sue Howell, of your city, is visit
ing her sister, Mrs. Hannah Weaver.
1t rains every day. The oldest citizens
say these are the dampcst rains they
have ever experienced.