CURIOUS BREACH OF PROMISE CASE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VII, Issue 1946, 23 March 1885, Page 2

CURIOUS BREACH OF PROMISE CASE.

Surely the drollest broach of promise case ever brought into court is ono impending at Williamsport, Pa. A tough old veteran of eighty bocaino enamored of a buxom beauty of twenty-three of the name of Kentner, and promised to marry her. Word of the affair reaching the 8008 of the old man Bnd the parents of Miss Kentner, they put their hoads together and stopped the foolish business. By way of a salve to the lady's feelings she got 3,000d0l damages. But the octogenarian met his charmer again, memory aid bring the feeling and they agreed to elopo. The |a4y, • like Miss MelnoHe in the novel, kept her word aud went to .Detroit, Ayherplier aged lover was to moet her. But ho, lie Sir Felix, was not on hand. Whether he had the same reasons for not keoping his engagement as that worthless baronet, or whether his sons kept too 01000 a watch on him, we are not informed. We are only told that the lady returned homo from Detroit "erased with grief." The grief must have changed into the historic fury of the woman scorned when she learned that during her absence, while she waß crying " He cometh not f in an hotel at Detroit, the wretched old man had actually gone off and married another woman. Something must be done with these old men. Here is on old man of eighty years of age who agrees to elope with ono girl, and while her back is turned goes off and marries another. Talk of the wildness of youth ? It is high time the clergy began a course of lectures to old men on the necessity of moderating their passions. Thomas Hood had no notion of these times when he wrote: " When he is forsaken, withered and shaken, what can an old man do but die ?" Do ? Why, if he had lived in these times ho would have got engaged tc a young girl and jilted her, That is better fun than dying. We rather suspect that Willis is somewhat responsible for the astonishing tendency of the modern race of old men to throw their cap over the mill top. He meant well probably when he wrote:

It stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch tho thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. But there are old men nowadays who, when their blood geta stirred and their pulses fly, swoop down on women folk like an Assyrian on the fold and ravage whole cities. The thing makes one feel like Benedick: "Hath not the world one man but he will wear his age with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?"—' Exchange.'