- , I {From the Detroit Free Press.) ' "Moiiday afternoon a young man named Smith, who works in a car r . riage factory, called upon Justice Potter and asked his Honor to appear at a certain hdiise in Macomb street at a certain hour that evening arid weld two fond hearts together. " The Court " said he'd be on time, and he was, but he found the lover looking disconsolate, and the bride's mother looking flushed and an noyed; •'•' Isn't 'this the place where I was to come and unite two sympathetic souls?' inquired Mr Potter in an anxious voice, thinking he might have made a mistake. • "You see, I'll tell you how it is," ex-, claimed the old lady, "Betsy Jane's young and foolish, and she's afraid some one will | m'ake fun of her if she gets married!" His Honor thought it was rather strange, and went off, feeling about as blue as the lover felt. Wednesday morning John Quincy entered Justice alley again to tell Mr Potter that he could come up to the : house that evening, and that there wouldn't be any backing out again. "It's 'dead sure, is it?" asked his ; Honor. " YOU can bet on it,"replied John Quincy; " bet a hundred to one." His Honor was on hand again at the ap pointed hour, and he found the lover and ; the mother looking about as sad as before. ■"The girl herself was concealed behind .the | door, and as soon as Potter entered the ! mother pulled the door back so as to expose the hidcr, and exclaimed:

"Now, then, Judge, look at her—look at the big booby, and see what a fool she is making of herself!" The girl made a skip and jumped under the centre table, and from thence shouted back:

"I hain't any more of a fool than you are. and you know it ? " " Then why don't you came out and get married ? " asked the parent. "Doyous'pose I want "to be made fun of ?" squeaked the daughter. . After awhile the Justice put in his voice telling the girl that it was the lot of woman to marry; that she'd live a happy life, and that it wouldn't take two minutes to tie the knot.
