Youths Get Married.

Dr. Thomas F. Jones was greatly taken aback the other day when a young fellow on his place, 18 years of age that he had raised from a child, Thomas H. Kerr by name, came to him with a serious though timid air and said: “Doctor, please sir, I want you to buy me a marriage license.” The doctor, though hesitating a little on account of his youthfulness, complied and the youth got a conveyance and put out very early Sunday morning for a big gathering at Stamp Creek. Late that afternoon he returned to the farm with his bride. The doctor was much surprised to find the young lady two years the boys junior, just 16.

They both seem happy as larks. He went to work Monday morning, as though the honeymoon were a myth and marriage was nothing to disturb the equanimity of one’s affairs.