Thursday, December 7, 1899
William Bussard has his wrecked engine repaired on very favorable terms. Being disappointed in getting an engineer, he mounted the traction engine and with his one hand engineered it safely and successfully over the Alleghany and up Knapps Creek to his residence near Frost. This seems to be a case where one hand was better than two.
Brigham H. Roberts
Congress met last Monday and the two things most prominently before it are the currency question and the Roberts and Latter Day Saint’s case. Roberts fault is that he has been married the third time and as he has taken all of his consorts to his bosom at once, he must have had the currency question forcibly presented to him ere this.
A vast number of the very best people of the land have made his election into a very important affair. They have little to do who concern themselves about so trivial a matter. If his election has any significance, it is that the United States is lapsing into polygamy. That polygamy is apt to become an institution in this country no one fears for an instant. There is about as much danger of that as there is of water running uphill.
Roberts’ offense is not one which proves him unfit for Congress. To turn him out of Congress for having lawfully wedded wives and not going back on any of them after the law changed is not a very grievous offense when the shortcomings of other Congressmen are considered. His offense might expel him from a Synod, but he will not lose his seat. …
BRIGHAM’S PREDICAMENT
Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
Brigham looked at his loving three,
And felt like a man who was up a tree.
Years before, as a Latter Day Saint,
He had married them all and heard no complaint
To his broad manly bosom, he had taken them in,
And his religion assured him that it was no sin.
But Utah had gone into statehood for life.
And the laws of the land allowed but one wife.
He looked at Catherine, no longer young,
And sighed when he thought of her virulent tongue.
He looked a Jemima, wrinkled and gray,
And thought how she looked on that bright wedding day.
And his glance rested fondly on dear loving Mag,
Who sat by the stove with her face in a rag.
And he swore a great oath by the head of his church;
“I never will leave you, my dears, in the lurch;
You have stood by my side the whole wearisome way,
And borne the burden and the best of the day;
And be it the law or the devil which drives
I will bluff the whole business and
Cleave to my wives!”
They fell on his bosom, his shoulders, his neck
And wept the glad tears on his face by the peck.
He was elected to office since then, and Miss Gould
Endeavored to have him turned out in the cold;
But Brigham H. smiles; his chances are bright,
He’s happy, besides, for he thinks he did right,
And he’s ready to bid to the whole gang defiance,
Who would seek to bring grief to the Triple Alliance.
BARLOW-MOORE
An interesting society event came off on Browns Creek at noon November 29, 1899, when Samuel Isaac Barlow and Miss Lulu Mrytle Moore were united in holy bonds of matrimony. The groom is a son of Amos Barlow. The bride is the second daughter of C. L. Moore on Browns Creek. A sumptuous dinner was served and enjoyed by twenty or more guests, mostly the nearest neighbors.
DIED
A pall of sadness is cast on the entire section of country caused by the death of W. C. Mann, which occurred so suddenly last Thursday morning in the neighborhood of the Fairview church. He was hauling stone for the railroad and an accident took place which brought about his death in a moment by the falling of a rock on his head. His head and face were so disfigured that his friends did not recognize at first.
The burial took place at Edray Friday afternoon in the presence of perhaps five hundred people. The scene was a sad one indeed, and I have no language to express my sympathy for the bereaved.
Mr. Mann was a member of the M. E. Church South. He left behind a widow and sixteen children to mourn their sad loss.
