An Informal Wedding.

Married last Monday morning, in the office of Shelby Attaway, Miss Lula Carter to Wm. Goss, Justice Attaway officiating.  The fresh and blushing couple were chaperoned by the determined father of the bride.

The marriage was informal, no cards, only a verbal invitation from the dignified justice to a reporter of the Courant American to bear witness to the actual presence of the contracting parties, and to the correctness of the sacred ceremony.  After the preliminaries had been arranged, the couple crimsoned with the blush of excitement, were squared in the floor, the groom standing at an angle of 45 degrees.  Mr. Attaway, dignified and sedate, and posed himself immediately in front of the pair, calling forth his most ministerial look, he began in an off-hand way to perform.  But when he gravely commanded the timid bride to “take his arm,” the eagerness with which she grasped and drew it to her side was a little more than the risables of the Courant American reporter could stand, and away went two of his waistcoat buttons.  The ceremony was cut short, and the pair were pronounced man and wife, with the solemn benedictions of the squire.  After the newly made benedict had planked  down a new silver dollar the delighted officiating minister smiled and bid them a happy good wish, whereupon, they joined hands conscious that the Rubicon had been crossed, and meandered down the steps.