Cupid At The Courthouse.
The Temple of Justice Scores Another Victory for the Saucy Little Rascal.

The courthouse corridor is becoming notorious for the number of marriage vows and troths enacted between its walls.  The truth of the matter is those courthouse boys are forever corralling the young ones who are sweet on each other and sending them out on the matrimonial sea.  This is not intended as campaign material to be used against the “courthouse ring.”  The usual quiet of the staid old building was broken Friday afternoon by the appearance of a colored boy by the name of John Winn who was in quest of the “man wot marries fokes.”  Judge Howard, with his business eye wide open, closed negotiations at once for the purchase of the necessary license, and John Henry Wikle started out after a preacher or a justice of peace.  As the groom elect was exceedingly short as to finances, the colored preachers that were approached refused to perform the ceremony.  Hunting the town over and not finding any one willing to accommodate him for nothing the unhappy swain allowed matters to rest until the next day, when Uncle John Anderson, in the presence of a few select friends, made the now happy John Winn and Angeline Brooks man and wife.