Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 December 1874 — John Quincy Smith's True Love. [ARTICLE]

John Quincy Smith's True Love.

Monday afternoon a young man named John Quincy Smith, who works in a carriage factory, called upon Justice Potter and asked His Honor to appear at a certain house on Macomb street at a certain hour that evening and wed two fond hearts together. “ The Court" said he’d be on time, and he was, but he found the lover looking disconsolate and the bride’s mother looking flushed and annoyed. “ Isn’t this the place where I was to come and unite two sympathetic souls?” inquired Mr. Potter in an anxious voice, thinking he might have made a mistake. “ You =>ee, I’ll tell you how it is,” explained cue old lady. “ Betsey Jane’s young and foolish and she’s afraid some one will make fun of her if she gits married.” His Honor thought it was rather strange and went off feeling about as blue as the lover felt. Wednesday morning John Quincy entered Justice alley again to tell Mr. Potter that he could come up to the house that evening and that there wouldn’t be any backing out again “It’s dead sure, is it?” asked His Honor. “ You can bet on it,” replied John Quincy— 1 * bet a hundred to one.” His Honor was on hand again at the appointed hour and he found the lover and the mother looking about as sad as before. The girl herself was concealed behind the door and as soon as Potter entered the mother pulled the door back so as to expose the hider and exclaimed: “Now, then, Judge, look at her—look at the big booby, and see what a fool she is making of herself!” The girl made a skip and jumped under the center table, and from thence shouted back: “ I hain’t any more of a fool than you are, and you know it!” * “Then why don’t you come out and git married?” asked the parent. “ Do you s’pose I want to be made fun of?” squeaked the daughter. After awhile the Justice put in his voice, telling the girl that it was the lot of women to marry; that she’d live a happy life, and that it wouldn’t take two minutes to tie the knot. “Come, Betsy Jane!” called the mother. “ Come, my own love!” pleaded John Quincy. ~ “ Come, my dear girl!” added the Justice, raising the table-spread and extend 1 ing his hand. “Oh, go away!” she sobbed, hands over her face, “go away and leave me here to die! I can’t bear to think of gittin’ jined and leavin’ mother!” They coaxed and pleaded and scolded, but Betsey Jane was firm, and she was still resting under the table when His .Honor left. John Quincy put on his hat and walked down the street a piece, and when Potter remarked that he guessed there wouldn’t be any marrying in that house the young man responded: “ That’s what I think, and I wouldn’t turn my hand over if I knew that a buzzsaw was a coming slap for me.”— Detroit Free Press.