Thursday, October 7, 1899
At one of the camps along the Greenbrier, a man appeared hunting work the other day, and he had no difficulty in securing it. He was bare-footed and after the first day’s work, his feet were bleeding. He appeared at the commissary and wanted to buy a pair of shoes. There was only $1 to his credit, but owing to the necessities of his case, the clerk let him have a pair of shoes. The poor man immediately sold them for 75 cents to get into a crap game. The clerk got the shoes and put them back into the stock. It is not recorded how the man’s luck ran.
Kansas Weeping for her Girls
Kansas towns are in the throes of a servant girl famine. Five hundred servant girls of Topeka and vicinity have gone during the past thirty days to Chicago, where they say they can get $5 per week. They have been induced to flock to Chicago by circulars sent out offering the wages named. Lawrence, Leavenworth, Atchison and Fort Scott also complain that servant girls are going to Chicago.
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If Solomon had occupied a more humble position in society, he would have included in the Proverbs: “A good cook is to be chosen rather than great riches.” A family in Marlinton had a unique experience with a cook the other day. After a season diligently searching, they found a cook and they thought they were very fortunate. They looked forward to her staying with them from year to year for an indefinite length of time, but on the third day, she said: “I forgot to tell you when I came, I can only stay three or four days,” and so they lost her.
DURBIN
We are having some fine rains and fall pasture is looking better.
The other night the quiet people of Durbin were awakened from their beauty sleep by a party of young men going home at a late hour. The young men were suffering from a superabundance of spirits. They insisted on the Durbin people getting up, but the quiet burghers decided that it was too much trouble. Just outside the city limits, however, they passed a gypsy camp which did rouse up and they sailed forth on the boys, throwing stones and yelling like Indians. The boys fell back to the city and armed themselves with Winchesters and went through the camp and home. Next morning, the boys came back, but the gypsies had folded their tents and silently stolen away.
THE NAMES OF PERSONS
We have seen the man with the familiar face and the elusive name come smiling toward us with an out-stretched hand and we have grasped it with a fervor acquired by us from our office-hunting relatives. We ask him how all the folks are, and he says all are well except mother, who is only middling. First clue to his name which we have forgotten – he has a mother in delicate health. He then says he wants to pay us a year’s subscription. Horrors! He is an “old subscriber,” and we cannot place him.
We take the tendered dollar, of course, and get ready to write a receipt.
“How shall I write your name?” we inquire feelingly.
“G. S.,” he says.
“Oh! I know, but how shall I spell your surname?”
“J-O-N-E-S, Jones,” he replies freezingly, and he looks as if he wanted his dollar back, and we murmur something about this face being familiar and his name having slipped our memory, and between us two is a great gulf fixed that cannot be bridged over…
WEDDINGS
An unostentatious and pleasant society event took place at the home of Mr. and Mrs. William McNeill, on Dry Branch of Swago, on September 28, at 4 p.m. when their daughter, Miss Nebraska Joanna and Othello Hunter Kee were joined in the holy estate of matrimony by Rev. W. T. Price, an elegant ring being used in the ceremony.
The bride is a well-known teacher in public school. The groom, eldest son of Aaron Kee, has been for some years, attached as a guard at the Weston Hospital. An inviting repast enjoyed by twenty or more guests, was served at the home of the bride, and a reception was tendered at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Kee on Friday.
Mr. and Mrs. Kee departed for Weston Monday, which will be their home for the time being.
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A society event was solemnized at the home of the bride near Glade Hill Wednesday, September 27, 1899, at 9 a.m. when F. H. Warwick and Miss Bertie Nottingham were united in holy wedlock. The bride is a daughter of Mrs. Harvey Nottingham, and the groom is a son of P. J. Warwick. At 10 a.m., Mr. and Mrs. Warwick left on a bridal tour to Washington.
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Miss Nora Boblett and Mr. Seymour Gladwell were married at Marvin Chapel September 27, 1899. This church was decorated with autumn flowers. A large number of friends witnessed the ceremony. Miss Nora is an excellent young lady and Mr. Gladwell is a young man of promise. We wish them both great prosperity.