Johnistler ip, aSO 68 8 32ti mWOOareterm of the Circuit Court.The sun was sinking, at least it is sup* posed to have been finishing up its day’s feeble resistance to the clouds, when John W. Dig3 and Emma Adair walked into the Clerk’s office for a marriage license. The Major smiled blandly, and was most speedy in accommodating the young folk. He might have been heardto mutter, as he took down No. 6— “In life we are occasionally called upon to help, young people overthis hedge, and I may remark, that it hasbeen very occasionally, lately.” Down went tbe names, and out went the happy pair to consummate, what the Major bad legally empowered them to do, have a wedding.WestI thisThere are only three prisoners in jail.God had their hen anyway Young I he was o clasp tb old Ar frame a is an ( steam ethe voun day nigh his inanby the i leave th( to leave 1in his alady did reduced