Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1914-04-04
AUGUSTA GIRLS ROMANCE.
Miss Helen York Becomes Engaged to
Kenneth Ramsay of Saco.

Friends of Miss Helen Sherman
York, daughter of MFR. and Mrs. Clar-
ence S. York of Augusta, were sur
prised Friday morning to learn from
the Boston papers of that young lady's
engagement to Kenneth Ramsay of
Saco, student at Bowdoin College.
Miss York sailed from Charlestown,
Mass, Thursday, on the White Star
liner Cretic, accompanied by her mo-
Their, for Naples, for three-years'
course of instruction in music, and her
departure was productive of one of
the romances of the season. Concern
ing the announcement the Boston
Journal of Friday contained the fol-
lowing:
Miss Helen York of Augusta, as
pretty-take it as we do from the head
of this yarn-and as heartfree a maid
en- as ever set forth from the wilds
of Maine, left her home city Wednes-
day evening, bound for the Mediter-
ranean, via, among other conveyances.
the B. and NJ. and the well-khown IL. !"
At about the same time, Kenneth
Ramsay, a dignified Junior at Bow
doin, also hurried more or less gaily
out OF the North Countrie for the ex-
pressed purpose of seeing Miss York
safely aboard the aforesaid IL" and
the inevitable steamer.
Miss York was chaperoned by her
mother, Mrs. G. S. York, and under
all the circumstances, Mr.. Ramsay had
to perform what he had on his mind
with neatness, not to say despatch
and tact. The parties met in the North
Station. Mr. Ramsay allowed that he
could say goodbye much better from
the dock just like the pictures of con-
slant lovers in all the popular maya
zines. Moreover he admitted a GER
tain rather we'll defined knowledge of
Boston and offered his services as a
guide from the station to the White
Star wharfs in Charlestown.
Right here a great many young
Lochinvars would have made the Sc
rious mistake of spending the weekly
allowance on a taxicab, in which, as
everyone knows, all passengers are
thrown together in state bordering
upon hopeless conglommeration. Not
so young Mr.. Ramsay. With infinite
strategy, he piloted the party up the
tortuous stairs of the Elevated, paid
the frugal fares and then seated him
self on one side of Miss York, with
her mother, naturally, on the other
Then, while the maternal chaperone
expatiated upon the real metropolitan
scenery around and about the Metro
politan docks and the beauties of the
lower Charles river and filled one of
her daughters ears with as much To-
cal geography as possible. he did ex-
actly what he had intended to do all
along--ever since, as a matter of fact,
some time last summer, or even earli-
er.
In short, he popped the question,
Mother York Notwithstanding and pos
sibly to the contrary
What he said, to use the direct quo
tation, was, will you marry me?"
1t being at that moment exactly
1899 by the best chapel clocks In
Charlestown, and the Cretic having
been advertised to sail at IL o'clock.
Miss York rather than disturb the
steamer schedule, replied simply, but
earnestly:
Yes, but you'll have to wait until
come back"
Just how the story got out Is mys-
terry even now, since the young LADY
refused to admit the engagement
that is, for publication. although IN
terviewed by several Of Bostons best
little interviewers one minute before
the gang plank went up.
The fact remains, however, that the
last seen of the Bowdoin Junior he
was waiting very patiently and very