A True Romance

Not long ago a farmer, somewhat advanced in years, stepped into the county clerk's office and in a myslerious manner asked Mr. Brown to granthim a few moments' private convereation. This privilege was readily accorded. "Said the visitor, "Is this where you get marriage licenses?" "Yes, this is the place." "Isit necessary to publish thern in the newspapers?" "Well, sometimes we withhold them when they ask it." "Do people that get licenses have to get married?" "I have known of a case ortwo where they have not." "Well, thn, I guess you may sell me one." The county clerk made out the neces. sary papers and waited several days for the return, but none caiue. Finally the prospective bridegroom again put in an appearance. "Well, did yot get married?" asked the clerk. 'No, the lady wouldn't consent." "What, didn't you ask her before you gotthelicense?" "No, I thought that if I got a license and she saw how the names looked together slie would cave in, but she didn't see it that way at all," and the farmer walked out of the office, convinced that the niw method of popping the question was not a complete suceess.