That was the very day Lucy promised to throw Prent McMakin over and marry me.

You know how determined all your people were that Lucy should marry McMakin, Tom.

They had brought her up with the idea that she was going to, and, of course, she was bored with him for that reason.
"We decided the best plan would be to slip away quietly and get married.
We knew it would raise a row.

But there was bound to be a row anyhow when they found she intended to marry me instead of McMakin.

So we figured we might just as well be away from there.
"We left your place early on the morning of October 31, 1888--do you remember the date, Tom?
We took the train for Clarksville, Tennessee, and got there about two o'clock that afternoon.