The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1897-11-11
HOW KATSON WON A WIFE.
Wrote a Message on Hens Egg
and She Found 1t.
From the Baltimore American.

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From the Baltimore American.
CHICAGO, Dec. 14.-From
Halsted street to the river and
from Twelfth street to the un-
avoidable river again the
Seventh ward was bursting
with happiness yesterday over
the favorable termination
of a romance that has held the
interest of the Seventh warders
since Bremen was elected
Alderman last spring. tits the
story of the hearts of Miss
Sarah Zeunen andL. D. Katson.
She was a Seventh ward belle,
though she counted but eigh-
teen years. Now she is a wife
in a little town near Brainerd,
Mimi, where Katson has taken
her. Their courtship, which
came about in a singular man
ner, ended yesterday in Mil
waukee. Mr.. Katson, having
arrived at that state where he
might with all prudence take
unto himself a wife, cast his
eye over the Minnesota upland
and saw not one dwelling
where a maiden dwelt. The
nearest town, too, he ransacked
and found none fancy free.
Long days of anxious ponder
ing brought to him an idea.
Katson got an egg, sat himself
down and wrote. Close and
Grabbed were the markings of
the violet ink on the pink
flushed shell of the egg, but
when all was done this might
be read in good light:
"To the woman into whose
hands this may fall: I am a
bachelor, young, good-looking,
and with money in the bank,
and I desire wife. Will you
have me? live on my farm
here, where [ am prosperous
and have steady income. The
money in the bank is enough
to secure me and mine against
want in two bad seasons, and
[ am of a loving disposition.
This is the only method I have
of reaching good housewife.
L. d. Katson, P. O. Brainerd,
MIMI"
In case of eggs he placed
his love message. The express
man shot the case athwart his
car and the drayman dropped
it kerplunk on the sidewalk of
the commission house, but the
eggs broke not. The GAMBLER
took time to smile and think
of things far away when the
tender words met his eye. The
great stream of commerce with
it's dozens of radiating
branches, seized the egg and
carried it to the little off-the-
main-road store of Mrs. Levin
son at Maxwell street and New
berry avenue. Her daughter,
Nina Glickman, girl-like, seized
on the love message. Her
friends and she laughed over
it, and told brave stories of let
ers they would write and some
of them did write. Among
them Sarah Zeunen, who lived
just south of the little grocery,
sent a photograph and a letter.
The summer came, and let
tiers became things of every
day to L. D. Katson on the
Minnesota prairie and the little
girl in stuffy Newberry avenue.
The fall brought to Katson
thoughts of the long winter
and it's lonesome stretches of
unchanging days and nights,
and he sent, by express this
time, sparkling ring. 1t was
not returned, and when the
beginning of the snow season
was upon him, Katson urged
the naming of the day. He
came to Chicago to urge it, and
Mr.. and Mrs. Zeunen, ignorant
of the long and loving cor
respondence, were surprised to
see strange young man call
on Sarah. He came twice and
then vanished, so they thought
no more about it.
But Friday Sarah whispered
a secret in the ears of her girl
friends, and that night she left
suddenly for Milwaukee.
Each friend to whom things
had been whispered bought a
bushel of eggs, and the surprise
party that gathered at the
Northwestern depot carried
Miss Zeunen by storm. What
she will do with all the eggs