LOVE IN A FOG.

Auckland Star, Volume XX, Issue 58, 9 March 1889, Page 4 (Supplement)

LOVE IN A FOG.

Seeking a Marriage Altar Under

Difficulties.

The road to the marriage altar is often dark, but it is seldom that the pathway is so clouded in fog that those who seek the place become lost. Such was the experience of Dr. ThomasH. Price, of Bridesburg, and Miss Marjorie Morris, of Newark, N. J. They had a thrilling experience in trying to find the marriage altar on a recent night. ■'•■•

Dr. Price and Miss Morris took a Pennsylvania Railroad train, rode to Bristol, walked down bo the wharf, and secured a boatman to row them across the Deleware River to Burlington, where no horrid marriage licenses trouble hearts that long to beat in unison. The dense fog that hung over the water upon that night might have deterred a project of less importance, but the determined couple had a weighty purpose in view. The boatman pulled hard on his oars and shot out into the uncertain mist. Ho seemed to keep on pulling, but the Jersey shore seemed to come no nearer. Moments fled as the oars dipped ana the boatman tugged. Eyes were straight for a glimpse of the shore that persistently declined to loom up. Matters were getting desperate. Two hours elapsed, but still the boatman pulled. Blisters were on his hands, perspiration rolled down his back in a stream and dropped from the rim of his hat. A faint round disk, far off in space, represented the mist-obscured moon. Miss Morris was brave, patient, but a little nervous, and Dr. Price comforted her as best he could. The dampness was pervading their clothing, and the chill night air made them shiver.

All at once a puff of wind sent the mist cloud flying, the moon shone out clear and beautiful, the welcome Jersey shore was discovered, and the boatman made a vigoi-ous pull and reached it just as the clocks were tolling midnight.

Rev. Eli Gifford was aroused from slumber a few moments after that, and the couple on the stoop saw a real white cap poked out of a second-storey front window. Few words were necessary to explain matters. A few seconds later the parsonage door was opened and the dominie appeared, slightly the worse for a hasty toilet. The ceremony was performed and Dr. and Mrs Price found quarters inanhotel in Burlington,