Thursday, February 5, 1925
THE BIG MEETING
Larger and larger are the congregations which gather each night to hear Evangelist Trigg A. M. Thomas. The crowds outgrew the capacity of the Presbyterian church to hold them and, on Sunday night, the meeting was moved to the larger Metho-dist church. Even here, the thousand or more people who gathered to worship pretty well filled the seating capacity of this large church.
A feature of these revival services are the fellowship meetings held each day at 11:45 o’clock in some place of business. The first of these meetings was held in Wise Herold’s Grocery store. The experienced church workers would have been gratified to expect fifty of the faithful to be present. There were108. By Monday, the number attending had increased at each meeting until there were 181 present in East’s pool hall. On Tuesday there were 210 men at Kee & McNeill’s Drugstore. Wednesday’s meeting will be held at Thomas & Thomas Grocery and Thursday’s meeting at the Royal Drugstore…
PROFESSOR SMITH
Professor John Smith, of Needmore Hundred, was a very deep and profound thinker and depended for his flow of thought largely upon tobacco. He was happily married to a wife who let him do his thinking in one room in the house called a study which was sacred to him alone except when there were others in it. Then he could wait until they left. They, the beautiful wife and the lady who worked for them, carefully redded up the room every morning and drove all the tobacco smoke and thoughts away, for the work of a new day.
Professor Smith was an even tempered person, but he found that too much care was being taken of him and in order to have some slight degree of independence he bought an expensive lock for one of the drawers of his desk and locked it carefully and hid the key about his person, and for a time all went well. Then Mrs. Smith asked him right out one day what was in that locked drawer and his answer was: “Something that I am going to burn.”
And as the days went by, Mrs. Smith suffered from curiosity, and her life was despaired of. Doctors were called and gave high sounding opinions and named some names but did not diagnose the disease properly. The Smiths did not know what ailed her or anyone else. The nearest anyone came was to speak of it as a complex, but that was not very plain.
Then came the fatal night. Robberies had been frequent in the community. Householders and potwollopers were keyed to a high tension. Professor Smith heard a burglar in his study working on the locked drawer. He took a double-barreled shotgun down from the wall and let the burglar have it.
Hastily switching on the electrical lights, he saw lying on the carpet his beautiful wife with her pigtail shot away. In her delirium, the poor lady had roused from a deep sub-consciousness and assembled an axe, a crowbar, a wrecking tool, a monkey wrench and a hairpin, and had been engaged in breaking open the locked compartment. Her golden hair was hanging down her back, and the shot had cut it off at the nape of her neck and she lay in a swoon.
Tenderly, her distracted husband poured a bucket of water upon her, and she came to and began to weep.
“Why, of why,” said the loving husband, “did not you ask me for the key?”
“Oh,” replied the wife, “I was so unhappy. I imagined so many terrible things. I felt that I must see those papers that you were going to burn without your knowing that I shared your knowledge, so that I could know what to do.”
“But, honey, look, see.”
And he opened the drawer and showed her that it contained – a dollar’s worth of lucifer matches…
DIED
Frank Raymond Kincaid at his home in Huntersville Friday night, January 30, 1925. His age was 46 years. On Sunday afternoon, his body was buried in the Hunt-ersville cemetery the service being conducted from the Methodist church… Mr. Kincaid was a good citizen, greatly respected by his neighbors and acquaintances. He is survived by his wife, and their son, Doyle.
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Mrs. Susan Russell, widow of the late Harry C. Russell, died at a hospital in Cumberland January 28, where she had undergone an operation for gallstones. Her age was 65 years. She was always an active and energetic Christian and enthusiastic church worker. Her membership was in the Marlinton Presbyterian church.
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Senator John W. Arbuckle, the oldest practicing attorney at the Greenbrier bar, died at his home in Lewisburg last week. His age was 76 years.
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Squire John A. Geiger died very suddenly at his home near Stony Bottom February 2, 1925. He was feeding his stock and fell over dead from an attack of heart disease. His age was about 55 years. Burial at Stony Bottom. He is survived by his wife and a number of children. He was a good citizen.
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Mrs. Page Hannah died at the Marlinton Hospital Tuesday, February 3, 1925. Her age was 33 years. Burial on Elk Wednesday afternoon. She is survived by her husband and two children. She was a mighty fine woman.