The Great Heartbreak: A Local Girl’s Secret Wedding to a Seattle Stranger

MARRIED.

YORK—FARMER.—April 13th—At the residence of Mr. Farmer near Snohomish by W. T. Jones, Sunday, April 6th, 1879, J. G. York of Seattle, to Miss Mary Ann Farmer of this place.

We wish our friend York the greatest amount of commercial success and domestic happiness in his new relation, but we hardly know how to put it down on paper. The trouble of it is that all matters are so sweet, we usually have to meet many friends who are anxious to show their pride, and perhaps they can help us in writing up these matters; therefore they take these things as our business.

Beaded, the bride had been with us, a member of our family circle, for only a few months past; having come from time to be with her husband's sister. The numerous male gentlemen in this community were unaware of prior rights that existed in regard to the head and heart of the new-comer. They evidently regarded her as a rare prize, to be sought after, and from the county and neighborhood consideration they have extended to us since her arrival in this community, they evidently thought we were able to 'beat each one' respect in the matter. Mutually, the change that has come over the world of their dreams. The beautiful maiden, Robbed our home of one of its fairest ornaments, Left our hearthstone desolate, and by the grey dawn of the morning, bore her away to make a happy home for him in Seattle.

During his numerous calls here were unaware of relations. The alarm was like the death of one intonereast and ill-attired friends coming soon; no more latter on great a loss as we had experienced; yet when we looked forward to the joy and happiness in store for the future bride, and the future groom, and reflected that we should part with the stay of our household but for short hours—that we should frequently be with them both hereafter, and see them partakers at all the happiness brought by wedded love, we gladly yielded up the treasure of our hearth, and wished heaven's choicest blessings upon their life. All time thing we could do, not what were We to do to avert the loss of those who toil'd to secure the prize. We are still trying, but have not found means of escape.

The following instance will illustrate the difficulty of our position. Only a day or two since, one of our boys, known as W., who has been an applicant for the favor of the fair sex, but whose modesty has kept him from securing favors based on tensile-serving men, came into the others with deep toned roles, tortoise eye, and man-chin attitude, and gravely said, 'Hello old Morse, this how of; uhlscmpin: is played eat, no til in: Mr. or line terms now; we went great you any more more; we are decidedly hostile. we are, over tet getting thh tellow from Seattle do an hehns done,'

We managed to restore peace without a resort to physical force; yet our peril for the thousands the most lament it ever had been since we took charge of our normal. And this explains why we had to make this attempt to write up the wedding notice of our old time friend J. G. York and our ally, who he has no stealthily stolen from us.

Even our right hand contributor, who never before filled in writing prose or poetry upon subjects either grave or gay, no matter how difficult to handle, when requested by us to write up this matter, failed; upon this subject his nullity was too much for him; he could not whit another joy when he felt bitterly his own loss. The word has already passed; we here promised the boys to use all of our influence to procure a fine immolation of birdsonoll from the mast to supply the one stolen so rudely from among us. Heretofore we have been able to keep enough of our promises to secure a fair allure of confidence from the girls here. It is only true that changing the last astray treachable, unknown for the future that we can help their hand all from in. Even our own home did not escape, without losing its feeling; victims. When we called the fallen man at the office to come to work, and accidentally announced 'hot was about to Katie play.' He, stonified like one blasted bushel, his spirit appeared for the time to have left him—All at once full communion of the rill's rush rushed up on him. He violently drew all his clothes concealed in amid life thiey. After we had calmed, he fled; off our jobber, and tested the torrent to his chagrin by running out it rapid rate went millions of Wedding earths to us attributed among fellow revolvers.