Thursday, August 17, 1916

On Tuesday evening Dr. J. W. Price was called by Dr. O. A. Howard to come to his rooms to see his wife. The Howards lived on the third floor of the Bank of Marlinton building. When he reached the rooms, Mrs. Howard was found on the bed in her room, dead. Dr. Howard stated that he had come home and found his wife’s door locked and had looked through the transom and saw her lying on the bed and had climbed through the transom and discovered that she was dead, and had called Dr. Price.
An inquest was held and the jury brought in a verdict of death from an unknown cause. Suicide by poison was first suspected.
Certain marks on the neck indicated to those who cared for the body that there might have been violence, and caused the authorities to reconvene the jury of the inquest and to have a postmortem examination, the result of which showed that her neck had been dislocated in a way that would cause instant death. About one o’clock Thursday morning Dr. Howard was arrested and placed in jail.
Dr. Howard has been a prominent physician of the county for a number of years. He is a Canadian by birth. Mrs. Howard has lived in this county for a long time. She is a native of Fincastle, Virginia, and came here as a trained nurse. The Doctor and his wife were highly respected and have a host of friends.
Funeral services were held at the residence of Col. John Alexander on Wednesday by Rev. J. M. Walker, of the Presbyterian church, of whose congregation Mrs. Howard was a member.
The jury at the second hearing brought in a verdict finding that the deceased came to her death by a dislocation of the neck with probable cause to believe at the hands of Oliver A. Howard.

Scottish Rite
Cathedral at Wheeling
On the ninth day of next October the new Scottish Rite Cathedral will be dedicated, and on the four days following the annual fall reunion of the Bodies of the Rite in the Valley of Wheeling will be held.
The Cathedral replaces the one destroyed by fire March 5, 1915, and is the handsomest as well as the largest fraternal edifice in the State. In fact it is one of the finest buildings of its kind in this country…

A great many people from a distance attended the Horse Show here last week, many coming in automobiles as well as by rail. A large crowd and a good show – more good horses in the different classes than ever before. By actual count there were 84 autos on the ground at one time Thursday, and nearly a dozen on the streets in town at the same hour.
J. K. Marshall and wife, Glenn Callison, Miss Mack Callison and Mrs. Geo. P. Edgar motored to White Sulphur last week, returning Saturday.

Mrs. Elmer Duncan and little son, who spent a week here visiting friends and relatives, returned home Sunday, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Earl Kee, who came up for them in their car.
Frank Harper, of Hillsboro, came up Tuesday, accompanied by his little granddaughter, who will spend some time with her grandmother, Mrs. Margaret Baxter.
Married at the home of the bride’s parents, Miss Daisy Beverage and Andy Gay, Wednesday, by Rev. Geo. Moore.

Was born February 2, 1883, died August 8, 1916, aged 33 years, five months, and 26 days; son of Mr. and Mrs. John Taylor White, of Aurora, Preston county. He is survived by his wife, who was Miss Frankie McNeill, of Buckeye…

Born May 29, 1832; died August 12, 1916, aged 84 years, two months and 13 days.
She died at the home of her son on Stony Creek where she had lived for some years, leaving unmistakable evidence that she was at peace with God and not afraid to go…

Judge Hughes westward took his way to put the come hither upon the voters. But in spite of his tremendous efforts, during which he broke his voice, his campaign drags like a dead horse. His busy futility in insisting on saving a country that considers itself safe, and would rather endure the ills it has than fly to others that it knows not of, has caused the horny handed son of toil to exclaim, “Vox, et praetera nihil!” Voice, and beyond that nothing…
It was apparent that the unkind remark that he was just ice, got under the hide of the sensitive justice. He commenced to caper mimbly and use slang. Once he said “Bet your sweet life!” or words to that effect, in a tone of voice. O, my maiden aunt!
We remember a famous old lawyer who used to address juries in these parts with great noise and effect, who used to advise us younger lawyers to throw away the calm and dignified pose, and to plead with the jury with abandon. And we see today lawyers of that school whose voices fulmine over the courtroom and break against the mountain. Another effective actor in court would shed his clothes as he pleaded with the jury and take drinks from a pitcher of apple brandy…
Every since Judge Hughes took a jump from the bench into the sawdust of the ring, the word of the campaign is “ineptitude.” The Democrats had it working for them inside of thirty days. And when Judge Hughes took 8,000 words to say nothing, they cried out: Who is inept now?…
The sum and substance of Hughes’ speeches is, according to his own confession, that he does not know what he would do to right the ills from which the country is now suffering, but that he would do his best, and that he would like to have six months in which to study the needs of the country.
With an average of one crisis a week, the condition of the country does not admit of that calm, reflective period of diagnosis that the gentleman has in mind. Judge Taft took the first six months of his term to decide the question of whether blended whiskey was an adulterated whiskey or not, and by the time he had decided to his satisfaction that it was not, he found that he had lost control of the government, and he never did regain it.
If Judge Hughes wants to know what the country is suffering from we can tell him. It is suffering from comfort.
I know a person fair to see
Take care!
He can both false and friendly be.
Beware! Beware!
Trust him not.
He is fooling thee!

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