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barrycdog
post Dec 28 2012, 10:05 AM
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A RACE FOR A BRIDE: How a Young Lady of Paulding County Chose a Husband. WITH THE MINISTER AT HER HOUSE, She Bade Her Two Suitors Go to Dallas for the Licenso--The One That Beat Back She Would Wed. A True Story.
The Atlanta Constitution (1881-1945) [Atlanta, Ga] 26 June 1893: 2.

Buchanan, Ga June 25 Special.

there is a story from over in Paulding County, that, but for the undisputed veracity of those who vouch for the truthfulness off the matter, one would believe it all to be a mere tale of fiction, for no pen-picture has ever yet been drawn taht is more thrilling or fascinating to the lover or a novel reader than the true story of a love affair, the actual occurance of which goes undisputed.

Not within the history of all beautiful hills and dales lying between the surging waves of the far famed Chattahoochee and the still waters of the muddy Osstanaula has there been a more romantic weeding even taken place than that of recent occurance in the quiet little villiage of Yorktown.

oftentimes with abated interest have we sat and listend for hours tot he many wonderful tales of desperate struggles among the "young braves" in competing with each other in foot races, leaping and other violent and dangerous feats in order to win the hand and heart of some dusky maid, who had nixed a plan by which a final decision might be had as a choice between ehr two lovers.

What anxiety of the mind it must be, not only with the contestants, but with her whose hapiness for all her future life depends upon the character of the winner, and whetehr or not it is to be the man who she really loves.

All things ready she naturally feels a deep interest in some one of the contestants, and while the contest, so soon to determine her lifetime compannion shall be goes on, her heaving breast is seen to rise and fall ina deep commotions, and her anxious eyes are made to watch every turn of the awful struggle with painful eagerness, and at that moment a placid smile plays across her hopefl coutenance as she gazes upon the ordeal of er fate so desperately carried on, for she percieves that the man so handsome and the one altogether lovely in her sight, seems certain of winning. But the very next moment the smiling face is changed to a death like palor, for she sees another almost upon the vergo of victory. What horrible suspense!

But the "red man" with the long link of his many strange traditions has passed away, and the wild hunting ground upon which he onced roved, has long since reached the height of civilization by a race of people superior to those of all the world combined; yet within th ecenter of civilization a true story has just come to light, the details of which outrival that of many of the old Indian stories handed down through many generations past.

A True Story

Miss Annie Story, the beutiful and highly cultured young daughter of Colonel H.F. Story, one of the most prominent and influential men of Paulding County now living at Yorketown, a quiet little country violliage, made a new departure in the way of making a selection of a husband as between two ardent lovers of hers,who had been hotly contesting for her hand in marriage.

Miss Story had quite a host of admirers among the young gentry of her community, two of whom shye allowed herself to become engaged to, and until after every preperation had been made that were necessary for her marriage, she had not fully decided which of the two she would marry.

Andrew McBrayer and Dave Govan were the young men to whom she had given her consent to marry, it being understood by her parents that young McBrayer would be the groom, whom they most favored, he being wealthy, and of an influentials and prosperous family, while Miss Annie really loved young Govan, who was poor, but very handsome, and altogether a very manly young man of respectable parentage.

The day for the wedding was fixed and when ti came everything was to its place; even the old minister who had linked so many heart chains whose sould beat as one, was on hand, but as yet not known even by the soon to be bride which of the two lovers would be made her protector through all future life; whether the rich young man, who would doubtless love her as a good husband and who would administer every want through the means of his money, or whether it would be the handsome young man, though poor, her heart fairly yearned to be with throughout every vicissistude of life,through it be poverty.

But a plan had been decided upon by which she would soon knwo who the lucky man would be, for she had fully determined to become we to the winner in a race for the license, which she propsed to the young men, they agreeing to carry out her proposition, and abide to the result of the race.

Tehy were to start at Yorketown and go the distance of several miles to Dallas after the license and return to the home of the young lady, and immediately she would become the bride of the first to place the license in the hands of the minister.

With this understanding, te contesting lovers secured each a very fleet steed, and an even start was made. McBrayer, having betan the race to Dallas, sucured the license and at once started onnhis return to the home of the young lade to whom he was feeling very sure he would wed, for he knew his comptetitor had fallen behindn=, and that he would be required of him to make some explanations before securing a second license for the marriage of the same lady in so short a time, which would necessarily consume more or less of Govan's golden moments, while he was hastend on to the prize that was awailting for him, and , as he turned to make his retreat in stepped Govan, who made matters satisfactory with the ordinary in a few moments and off he dashed after the treasure he had rahter die than give up, though the odds were decidedly against him, for he could hear the hoofs of his dreaded rival as he passed on before him, making all speed possible. But there was no time to lose, and remembering the old adage that " faint heart never won fair lady," young Govan was again in his saddle and the trusty steed seem to realize at once that his handsome young rider was sadly disappointed in having fallen behind the light flooted blood that was winning hte race over him for some purpose he knew not what, and with a single champ of his bit, he determined, it seemed, to ovetake his comptetitor, who was then far in advance of him. But the run was long one, and there was a possibilty of winning.

Young Govan seeing no chance of passing teh swift footed animal that was so fast winning the prize from him for his lucky rider thought of by-way to which he turned , and his willing steed seemed to take new life in the thought of cutting off his unconquerable foe.

With breathless watchfulness Annie Story and the good old minister, to whom she just imparted the secret, telling him at the same time what deep affection she had for yound Govan, despite his poverty, sat upon the front porch and watched with strained eyes for the coming of the groom, for it could not be but a moment or two and all would be over.

As she gazed out upon the long shady sland what should they discover but the panting steed of McBrayer, whose speed seemed to be increasing as he turned the brow of the hill. " My God!" exclaimed Annie, " must it be him?" and she rose to her feet, but not to recieve the young McBrayer in her arms, for fate could not be so cruel as to forever seperate her from the idol of her being, for young Govan who had won the race by the turn he mad ethrough the by-way. young McBrayer, with an astonished look, discovered that by some means incomprehensible to him, he had lost the prize that was in a moment of his grasp, and turned sadly away. Annie and Dave were happily married.





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