Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-25
CUPID FINALLY WINS
Capital Couple Wed in Rock
vile Despite BaIky Auto.
MISS RUTH SHAW is BRIDE
Becomes Mrs. John Beall Mitchell in
Eventful Elopement.
ANGRY FARMER HOLDS UP CAR
Killing of Prize Hen Nearly Frus-
trates Party's Plans for Lunch
con and Matinee.
MISS RUTH SHAW is BRIDE
ANGRY FARMER HOLDS UP CAR


mobile yesterday and were married at
high noon. If they had gone on the troll
ley everything would have been smooth,
for love laughs at locksmiths. trolley car
conductors and irate parents-but auto
mobiles! That is different matter. II
the pair had not chosen to be smart and
up-to-date in an automobile. the mere
announcement of the marriage would
cover it all.
But listen. John Beall Mitchell is really
Jack" Mitchell His friends know that
he is ali Of twenty-one years old and
lives at 2111 18th street with his parents.
But even some Of his closest friends
didn't know he was going to marry Miss
Ruth Isabel Shaw, who is seventeen
years old and who lives at 1921 U street
northwest, the daughter of Mr.. and Mrs.
Edmund Shaw. To certain OF his friends
this part will be grand surprise.
Chaperons Knew the Route.
Jack and Miss Shaw started out for
a ride in that Inflated automobile yes
terday morning and picked up Mr.. and
Mrs. Richard Snow en- route. It's pc
culiar what condolences will happen in
an elopement, for the chaperons for this
runaway match had tried the Rockville
method themselves only a few months
ago, and found it eminently satisfactory.
Along in the afternoon Miss Shaw's par
ents-she was at that time Mrs. Mitchell
began to wonder what had become Of
her, and the newlyweds were wondering
themselves what was going to become OF
them. for they were having troubles.
Everything went fine for a time on the
way out, until suddenly the ears of the
party were startled by that familiar whis-
tie of a bursting tire
Dog gone that tire" exclaimed the
near bridegroom, II just knew something
would happen if I left home without my
chauffeur
Yes, It Was a Blowout.
oh dear, is it punctured? came a
feminine voice from the left hand front
seat
Worse than that-blow out"
Jack clambered down and surveyed the
wondrous wreck of a tire. 1t was the
same tire on which he had worked so
hard the night before. He had sat up
with it and nursed it and fed it new in
ner tube. and had petted it and cOaxed
it, and prayed to it, implored 1t not to
break or burst and had promised it new
coat of white paint. In fact, he had done
everything the son of a self-respecting
automobile owner could do without COM
he got for his pains-a nasty blowout in
the middle of the road with a. date with
a Rockville parson in a few minutes.
Most every one knows the narrowing
may pass on in funeral procession until
the near bridegroom climbed back to the
wheel and YEARLY started on his way.
Prize Egg-Layer Slain.
He found the parson waiting in the par
sonage, Rev. william D. Keene, pastor Of
the Southern Methodist Church ne was
and Rockvilles' correspondents once again
rushed to the telegraph offices and dis
patched the news Of another elopment.
The automobile horn honked merry
wedding march as the four wheeled out OF
Rockville, and so elated was Jack Mitchell
over the ease with which a wedding is
performed in comparison to repairing a
blowout that he began to open the throt-
tie little by little until he was burning
the road. He had to make up
to go to luncheon and had date
at a matinee later. 1t would have
been too much of a blow to miss either,
and so intent was the bridegroom-chauf-
feur or speed that he neglected to steer
out of a chickens way and laid the poor
bird low.
An angry farmer stopped the car by
waving his arms like windmill. He
was about the maddest man in the world
at that time. He said that that hen was
his prize egg-laying white leghorn, or
something of the sort, and he was not
going to have any smart chap from the
city spreading battle, murder and sud-
den death in his hens, not by a jugful.
Threatens to Call Constable.
He had much to say, and the clipping
party didn't have a chance to get a
word in edgewise. The bride chung to
her husbands strong arm, especially
when the irate farmer threatened to send
for the constable. Whether the con-
stable came does not matter. for the
irate hen owner talked himself out, and
finally stood aside and let the automo-
bile pass on.
That was the last of the experiences on
the road The lunch party was an ac-
complished fact, and the pair saw
enough of the matinee to make them reel
natural Saturday afternoon. Last night
they were busy visiting around from
place to place and getting acquainted
with parents-in-law all over again.
And large patch in the automobile
tire bears witness to the fact that love
doesn't laugh at ~blow-outs. Not much.
WEDDING IN LYNCHBURG, VA.