Year: 1872

I NSsAN~ VI IL


CHASED BY WOLVES.
How a Country LOthario Pulled the
Wool Over his Sweetheart's Eyes


A Cleveland Reporters Romance OF


Mutton and MatrImOny.


'FYour speaking of being chased by
wolves in the Canada woods recalls
a similar experience I once had in
Ohio" said the old pioneer, as he
shook with suppressed emotion, but
whether of sad or plea ant nature
could not be ascertained in the dim
light of the fireplace.


s'Let US hear the yarn" we sug-
gested, with a repOrtorial eye to an
item for consideration in q dull
season.


''Oh, it amt any yarn, I assure
you" said the old man, as he chuck
led and grinned, until glacial
movement of tobacco juice started
from each corner of his mouth and
pushed its way slowly down the
wrinkles that led to his stubble-
covered chin below. "Shut the
door there-so that mother can t
hear what is going on, and l will
tell you how came to getmarried. ="


We complied with his request, and
after storing away fresh deposit of
he weed "that cheers, but don't in
ebriate," he drew his chair closer to
ours and commenced:


It was in the year 1850 that 1
came to Cleveland, and became en-
ployed in a hardware store on Supe-
rior street. I had spent all my
previous life on farm, and had be-
come tired Of tramping around over
the pastures, fodderiug sheep and
cattle in winter, and working still
harder IN the summer. I won't say
anything about the difficulties I ex-
perienced in getting employment
upon my arrival in the city, nor how
[ tried every place in town before I
could find a boarding place that
suited me, until I became acquainted
with a widow lady who kept a few
boarders on what is now known as
Euclid avenue.


My landIady was accomplished and
had evidently seen better days, but
the death of her husband left her in
reduced circumstances, hence her
taking boardrrs as a means of subsis-
tence. She had two daughters, both
lively, intelligent, and possessing
the graces that only come from as
sociation vi b the better class of So
ciety. They were OF extremely gay
disposition, and I had not been at
the house a month before I was
hopelessly in love with Fanny, the
eldest, and though at times her
manners toward me we're tender and
encouraging, she carefully avoided
giving me an opportunity to be
one with her long enough to de-
clare my passion.


The winter had nearly passed
without finding me any farther al
yanced in my suit, until one night
In February, after heavy fall of
snow, 1 asked Fanny to take a
sleigh ride with me, to which she
consented, and after tea I procur-
ed "a high-stepping pair of horses
as could be found in the city, drove
up to the house OF my affinity, and
in few minutes we were whirIing
away out on the old Cleveland and
Medina turnpike. I had taken this
road partly because it led toward
my old home, and also owing to its
being less travelled at night than
the other thoroughfares lea5ing
from the city, and we were not like
ly to be interrupted in our ride or
conversation. The night was Just
cold enough to make it necessary to
place my arm around nv compan-
ion, the horses were frisky, and
the moon shone with that peculiar
light which is preferred by lovers to
all others, unless it to be that of a
parlOr lamp turned down SO low,
that as an illuminator it is nearly
useless.


Through Brooklyn township we
whirled out into the country. where
the tights from the farm-houses be-
came more scattered, and the bay
ing of a watch dog.was the only
sound heard. Fanny, who had pre-
viously sang, laughed, and chatted
merrily on our ride, now became
quiet, and as we came to a rise in
the road that disclosed level strip
two or three miles in length before
us, said to myself, before we
have travelled the road now in view,
will settle my fate, and go home
happier or more miserable nan.


Hardly had I come to the conclu-
sion before I heard a peculiar rush
ing sound behind us, and looking
round could see a flock of sheep
coming at full speed toward us, and
behind them were two or three dogs,
which accounted for the fright of
the sheep, who would doubtless ran
for several miles before stopping,
and give their owner much
trouble in hunting them up the
next day. But a brighter thought
came to me. Fanny was a city