Thursday, October 8, 1898
Colonel Teddy Roosevelt has been nominated for Governor of New York by the Republicans. Colonel Gruber says if elected he will turn the executive mansion into a shooting gallery. Chairman Lanterbach says Teddy is either a perjured tax dodger or a resident of the District of Columbia. The New York Herald says in a leading article that the Supreme Court will have to pass upon his eligibility to the office.
W. B. Freeman who had a horse stolen on the night of September 10, has received word that the horse is waiting for him in a livery stable at Harrisonburg, and the thief is in jail at that place. Samuel Sheets, deputy sheriff, started for Harrisonburg last week to bring both back to be tried here. We could not learn the name of the man who stole the horse. He is said to be a lumberman coming from Horton.
As he passed P. D. Yeager’s he stole an old saddle, which had been stolen once before with a horse. Having taken the saddle to the west of Freeman’s, it was supposed that he had gone over Cheat.
It is almost impossible to steal a horse and escape. In all the many cases of horse stealing in this section of late years, we do not remember of one that was not afterwards recovered.
A curious accident happened a short time ago near Mountain Grove. Henry Nicholas, in company with another man, was coon hunting. They “treed” their game underneath a ledge of rocks, and Mr. Nicholas thrust his arm into the opening to feel for the coon. His companion, noticing a piece of an old stump under the edge of the rock, kicked it away to give Mr. Nicholas more room. The removal of this delicate support caused a large boulder, weighing several tons, to slip pinning the unfortunate man to the mountainside. In this condition, he remained for more than an hour as help had to be summoned before the stone would be removed. When extricated from this painful position, it was found that the bones of the arm from the elbow down, were literally crushed into powder and an amputation was necessary.
The Curse of Familiarity
In their strife for mental equality with men, women have unintentionally broken down a fine reserve of manner which previously lent them an air of mystery, of superiority, in the best sense, which no element is more successful in holding a man’s interest, love and respect. The young woman, who greets a man friend with “Hello, old man!” or its equivalent in modern slang, might in return be called a “peach,” but she would be a peach with the bloom rubbed off.
Every day, I become more convinced that at the root of the increasing evidences of widespread marital unhappiness would be found the familiarity that breeds contempt. When a boy climbs a tree for green apples or cherries, whichever he prefers, he consistently sees a better one higher up beyond his reach, until he nearly breaks his neck to get the one out of his reach, partly hidden by foliage. And so man’s ideal woman hangs at the tip-top of the tree of knowledge. If the ideal drops into his hands, he throws it to the ground as worthless and begins to climb again…
Black mule gelding, with brown nose followed from the Barlow hacking on Cranberry to Edray Saturday, October 1. He is now at Henry Barlow’s, one mile from Edray. Owner will please call and get the mule and pay the costs.
ASA C. BARLOW