POPPING THE QUESTION.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2430, 19 January 1882, Page 3

POPPING THE QUESTION.

Thirty years ago Michigan people were a frank and truthful set. Strangers could come here and trade horses with their eyes shut, and breach o£ promise cases were nnknown, Folks meant what they said, and when they gave their word stuck to it. Exactly thirty years ago this month a widower from New York States appeared in Lansing on business. The same business carried him over to Da Witt, eight miles away. While en route ho stopped at a log farmhouse to warm his cold fingers. He was warmly welcomed by the pioneer and his wife, both of whom were well along in years, and after some general talk the woman queried-^ •Am I right in thinking yon are a widower ?’ • Yes.’ • Did yon come out here to find a wife ?’

• Partly.’ * Did anybody tell you of our Susie V ‘No.’

‘Well, we’ve got as bouncing a girl of twenty-two as you ever set eyes on. She’s good-looking, healthy, and good-tempered, and I think she’ll like your looks.’ * Where is she V ‘ Over in the woods here, chopping down a coon tree,’

‘ Shall I blow the horn for her ?’ ‘ No; if you’ll keep an oye on my horse ITI find her.’

‘ Well, there’s nothing stack up or affected about Snaie. She’ll say yes or no as soon as the looks yoa over. If yon want her don’t be afraid to say so.’ The stranger heard the sound of her axe, and followed it. He foand her just as the tree was ready to fall. She was a stoat, good-looking girl, swinging her axe like a man, and in two minutes he had decided to aay—- * Susie, I’m a widower from New York State ; I’m thirty-nine years old ; have one child ; own a good farm, and I want a wife. Will you go back home with me ?’ She leaned on the axe and looked at him for half a minute, and then replied—‘Can’t say for certain; just wait till I get these coons off my mind,' She sent the tree crashing to earth, and, with his help, killed five cooons, which were stowed away in a hollow, * Well, what do you say ?’ heaßked, as the last coon stopped kicking, ‘ I'm you’rn,’ was the reply, ‘ and by the time you get back from lie Witt I’ll have these pelts off and tucked np, and be ready for the preacher/ He returned to the house, told the old folks that he would bring the preacher back with him, and at dusk the twain were married.

Hardly an hour had been wasted in courting, and yet he took home one of the best girls in the State of Michigan. —‘ Detroit Free Press.’