Married in the Woods.

The old adage that love laughs at locksmiths, is verified every day.  On last Wednesday, Mr. Newt Lowery, the young merchant on the Douthitts ferry road, just outside the limits of the city, was the hero of quite a romantic little affair.  For sometime he and Miss Erwin, a daughter of Mr. J. W. L. Erwin, have been exchanging tender thoughts, until Cupid sealed their destiny, and implanted in their hearts a determination to launch their bark upon the sea of matrimony.  But theirs was not to be smooth sailing.  The parents of the young lady had not been sufficiently wooed and won, so a little storm was raised, and progress for a time was stayed.  And when things were again moving serenely at home, and the parents least expected it, the young groom stole away from the paternal roof the coveted prize, and under the sylvan shades of a strip of woods, just within the outskirts of town, fanned by the gentle spring zephyrs, the Rev. Jno. Anderson made the happy pair man and wife.