“Stamp Creek Ripples.”

We had a rather romantic marriage yesterday (Sunday) morning.  Mr. Joe Lewis wanted a Miss Watson and she wanted him, but somehow, the old folks did not fall in with their way of thinking.  There was a want of concert of action somehow. Well, it’s the old, old story.  They stepped into Mr. Weishmeir’s on their way to church, found the preacher there, and were married “unbeknowens” to the old folks.  The old folks were at church when it occurred, and when told of it the old man said, Well, there will be one less to feed, and that pig I have got in the pen will get to live a little longer and when killed will last longer.  The old lady did not express herself, but as Burns said, “She nursed her wrath to keep it warm.”