The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1893-10-19
GRAND WEDDING.
Hand in Hand Another Couple
Will Trod the Mutual Paths
of Life.

/ klnu fortune OF wandering oESTl
MEL man. on Thursday evening OF
last week, TO arrive at Jobs, Ohio,
la good season for the grand wed
ding Of Miss Maggie Bowen to Mr..
Amos Carlson in that thriving, busy
town. We had travelled all day
with the ordinary success and ad-
versity rolling up before us in un-
| broken measure. The heat of day
had past and the shades of night
were stealing down upon us as the
great orb of light sank beneath the
crest of the coal-laden hills. a
slight tremor of lonelvness crept
coolingiy through our marrow as
we looked ahead a. each dark clump
of trees, wondering if beneath their
friendly dampness, we could spend
sleepless night, with our sandy
hair blending with their sandy sod.
Little did we think that there was
awaiting us, just beyond these COOL
ing shades, such grand festivities
that we are want in words to mar
rate.
As we decended little hill and
the dense foliage drew aside her
curtains of green. there spread ont
before us thriving, bustling little
city and the roar Of rushing wheels
bearing their burden of carbon from
out the steepled hills, greeting our
ears, gave token that thrifty Jobs
was alive and lavishing in prosper
ity, But ere we were in the city
long, something more than the or
dirary rush of business, came
whispered to our ears. The higher
social circles were all a stir in their
preparation for the grandest event
of the Autumn. We saw beautiful
flowers and white cakes being
artlstically arranged in the home of
Miss Maggie Bowen, and IN passing
by, our food-bethinking nostrils
we thought, the always
inviting odor of roast chicken. We
were not mistaken, for in a short
time there came messenger to Us,
bearing the glad tldings that Mr.. |
and Mrs. Bowen desired our pres
ence at the marriage of their daugh-
ter Maggie. We accepted most
suddenly.
As the shades of night grew
more dense, we could see the crowds
of happy ladies and gentlemen
vending their ways towards the
bridal home, and could hear the
shrill cornetist on the hillside,
calling together his CO. musicians to
furnish sweet A1olian strains to
mingle with the Joy of the occasion.
The hour was at hand. Within the
home, the busy nelghbor ladies were
gliding bere and there assisting the
mother in spreading the snow-whlte
linen and dainty flowers, and load
ing the huge tables down with the
plenty of good things to eat, while
he men sat in the rear room, and
smoked and laughed and told stories
If when they were married and the
,appy lives they had lived ever
;ince. Surrounding the house was
he dense phalanx of glaring torches
tie entire premises in
while the well-drllled
)and of musicians chi.ned the wed
ling glee. But soon hush came;
he echos of music soltened in the
distance; ali was seeming breathless.
Rev. Patterson, the genial good
,astor of the place, had given out
he word that all was ready. In
he midst of tine quietade, Miss
Maggie, dressed in beautiful pink
ilk and white slippers, her face
glowing with the tender beauty of
ixteen summers, escorted By her
Iffianced, Mr.. Carlson, appeared at
he middle door, where they were
net by the pastor, who after strong
md binding obligation, followed By
prayer, declared them man and wife
lntil death shall seperate them.
After the many congratulations
nd happy wishes for the future of
he pleasant cpuple, Mr. and Mrs.
Bowen announced the banquet
pread, and ali were invited to par
axe. Il banquet true it was. The
abies fairly trembIed beneath the
Weight of that good wedding supper.
We will not attempt to name the
,oo1 things there We're to eat, but
will sntfice it to say that all ate and
we're filled.
The SENTINEL was rejoiced with
lis visit, and wishes the happy
7oung couple many years of JOY
comlngied with natures
choicest blessings, and as few OBJ
ticles to beset their united pathway
IS are want 10 befall the most for
innate of natures most beloved
reatures. J. B. d.