The gallant lover, whose proposal of marriage is accepted by his sweetheart, meets with a storm of disapproval from her father, on account of her youth. Tearful and disconsolate, they receive this prophylaxis to the consummation of their ...See moreThe gallant lover, whose proposal of marriage is accepted by his sweetheart, meets with a storm of disapproval from her father, on account of her youth. Tearful and disconsolate, they receive this prophylaxis to the consummation of their wishes. But "beauty's tears are lovelier than her smiles," and when the young knight beholds the tender orbs of his lady fair welled with those heaven-moving pearls, he becomes desperate, and as a "dernier ressort" suggests elopement, to which suggestion his sweetheart cheerfully assents. When the "queen of night shines fair, with all her virgin stars about her," the young chevalier rides up on that twentieth century Pegasus, the automobile, and taking his inamorata aboard, they chug off down the road like the wind, with Eros at the wheel. They have hardly disappeared before Pa and Ma, awakened by the snorting of the gasoline steed, start in pursuit, clad only in their robe-de-nuit, in another auto. The young lovers are madly spinning along the road, touching only the high spots, when suddenly, frowns wrinkle the brow of Fortune, and the idiosyncrasies of the buzz-wagon for a time seem to militate against a happy denouement of the story. First, in making a sharp turn in the road, it skids and whirls around like a weather vane, and a little further on it sticks fast in a heavy morass, and no amount of manual persuasion will induce the carburetor to "carburet." Here they find themselves impaled on the horns of a dilemma. The pursuing auto is seen rapidly advancing along the moonlit highway. Think, and think quickly. Ah! to the woods, for autos have not as yet been trained to fly or climb trees. So through the woods they make their way until they come to a lake where a motor-boat is tied to the landing. Into this they leap and are soon swiftly cutting through the scintillating ripples of the turquoise waters. But misfortune sits ahelm, and the Sphinx would shed tears of pity at their plight when, while darting along towards their goal, the opposite shore, the motor-boat explodes, hurling them into the cold, merciless water, The stout-hearted lover succeeds in bringing his precious burden ashore, and carries her prostrate form to a farmhouse nearby, where the bucolic altruism of the old country couple soon revives their chilled spirits, attiring their bodies in suits of their clothing in place of the wet ones they had on. You may imagine they cut most ludicrous figures as they stood before the village parson, whom the good old farmer hurriedly summoned, the bridegroom in his host's dress suit, which, what it lacked in length, more than amply made up in breadth, and the blushing bride in a pristine creation of dressmaker's art belonging to the old lady. But Cupid is no respecter of raiment. If he was, he would dress differently himself, and so the happy pair are made one just as Pa and Ma rush into the farmhouse, whither they trace the recalcitrant young ones. But, all too late, and making the best of the situation, they give the newlyweds their parental blessing. Thus terminates the calamitous adventures of a pair of determined lovers. Written by
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