The Old Story.

Mr. Hartness and Miss Whitmire Married Under Drooping Boughs.

Esquire T. N. Stanford, who is always possessed with a needful modicum of accommodation when called upon in such cases, responded to the desires of a young couple that he should do the splicing act last Sunday, and performed the ceremony in a novel place, the elegant grove just north of Mr. W. R. Kilpatrick’s at about 9 o’clock. There, fanned by the same morning zephyrs that gently shook the boughs above them, with the J. P. and two others forming the audience they made the “for better or for worse” vows.

The romance surrounding the union consists, it is said in the fact that each one of the parties was to have been joined to another, but together they concluded they would prefer each other, and thus to elude all possible interference or complications they chose the time, manner and place above named.