Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 September 1881 — The Way They Slipped. [ARTICLE]

The Way They Slipped.

Detroit Free At 11 o’clock yesterday forenoon 4' couple of excursionists took seats on the east portico of the City Hall directly under the window of the Chief of Police. He was a bean-pole looking chap of twenty-three,with dust an men deep on his back, and she was an au-burn-haired angel of twenty, wearing a solid shoe ana chewing three quids of gum rolled into one. For a long time they sat and looked at the fountains and sighed and were silent. Then he tenderly queried: “Hanner, ain’t it dreamy?” "Yum.” she answered. "I could sit here lorever,” he whispered. "I don’t believe I could—l’d be hunMore silence and sighs, and then he took her elbow in his hand and said: "Hanner, Pm hungry now.” "Didn’t you bring a biscuit along?” "Hungry for your love, Hanner—not for biscuits. Hanner, ’sposen we ’sposen a case.” ‘‘Well?” “ ’Sposen I knew a Justice of the Peace who would marry us?” "How much?” "Two dollars.” > ."Have you got the money?” "Hfnner, do you doubt my love? Iy.’e got seventy-five cents, and I’ll hunt hp the Harker boys and borrow the rest” i afraid.” ’"How, Hanner!” "Oh, i can’t; you know my folks don’t like you.” "Hanner, hitch this way till I talk to you. ’Sposen I bought yon peanuts

! odeaady and watermelon? ’Sposen Sr great love Mid ooncluwTgffay of ajustjoefandron’d have me and I’d baVtJjwfc'’ v*ew***3i R 23 • * “>• keeiTit Bilent as th?grmve until iEd made your old man itajiwntlß* for what I mr*. Gimme half a *how and FlI make your par feller me Mound like a calf within a year, and yetir mar will tairiy love the ground I walk 1 on. Come Manner, let’s slip.” “Oh, Gawge!” “-Banner—Banner! Think of the romance—the love—the mystery—the tenderness the gold watches and diamond rings, and silk dresses." “Where?”

“Why, next year, when wool comes off.- Don’t I own forty acres-of land? Don’t I dote on you? * Would I ask yin to slip around if J didn’t love you above the best horn in our oounty?Hanner, let us dip?” . “Are you really love—"' . ii , Then they.dipped.. - They caught mRAanfSKi and his. wife ah the other, and the gin ■’slid for Michigan avenne and the lover for Griswold street, the latter whispering to himself as he dodged through t “That’s her old dad, and he knocks bxen down with'that club !’>