Thursday, January 4, 1900
WEATHER NOTES
We can generally count on winter weather for Christmas in West Virginia. This year, it set in on the 23rd of December and since then we have had cold, dry, enjoyable winter weather. Up to that time, the fall weather was almost perfect. It was a season of frosts and clear blue skies with little rainfall. A gentleman who has lived in the West said that it was typical Montana weather. That every year that section experiences weeks of such sunshiny days and cold nights. It has been a long time since West Virginia had such a fall season…
There is more ice in the county than ever we remember seeing. Forty or fifty years since there came a winter when the Greenbrier froze so solidly that it was used as a highway. Owing to the lowness of its tide, the river is frozen so that it would be good sleighing on the ice…
LOCAL MENTION
Ben Truss and Lulu Tibbs, daughter of Howard Tibbs, of Brownsburg, were united in matrimony last Wednesday.
A party of young people from Buckeye came up the river as far as Marlinton on skates and returned Monday. Those composing the party were Misses Anna Silva, Lena Duncan, Myrtle Silva, Nora Overholt and Winnie Buckley; John B. Buckley, Harper Adkison, Lete Young, Charles Young, Park McNeill, Jay Buckley, Jot Buckley, D. P. Barnes, George Lightner and Elmer Duncan.
Mr. and Mrs. E. I. Holt gave a caroling party at their home at Academy during the holidays.
William H. Callison, of Locust, who has been sick several weeks with pneumonia, is still very ill.
F. R. Hill and Miss Delia Edgar brought Miss Glenna Hill to Marlinton Monday to resume her music lessons.
Died – William Lee Rod-gers, infant son of George W. and Susan F. Rodgers, December 9, 1899, near Buckeye.
The students who returned to their homes in the Levels to spend Christmas are: F. R. Hill, John Sydenstricker, Paul Smith, Misses Bessie Edgar, Marigold McNeel, Pearl Beard and Ena Stulting.
Lee Simms’ house on Beaver Creek, near Hunters-ville, was burned one night last week. He succeeded in saving a portion of his furniture. The fire was caused by a live coal which was in some ashes which had been taken from the stove and left near the house.
Wm. T. Beard Seriously Hurt
Wm. T. Beard, one of the best known citizens of the county, is lying at his home near Mill Point in a very precarious condition. Last Friday afternoon, the hands on his place were engaged in harvesting ice, and thinking that they might not be in until late, he started to the barn to do some feeding.
He came back to the house in a few minutes and has been in a helpless state since, not able to give a clear idea of how he came to be hurt. It is supposed that he started to climb a ladder to the mow and fell back on the frozen ground.
Mr. Beard is 73 years of age and has been in delicate health for some time.
W. A. Bratton Fights Fire
W. A. Bratton, attorney-at-law, saved his house from burning last Sunday, but was himself badly burned in the effort. His parlor had been profusely decorated for Christmas with paper festooning, bunting and evergreens. He was sitting in the room Sunday afternoon about 3 o’clock, reading a Pearson’s, when the decorations caught fire. In a few moments the whole room was blazing…
From Colorado
G. W. Duffield, of Niwot, Colorado, sends us a dollar for a year’s subscription to The Times, and writes:
“By the kindness of my sister, Mrs. Auldridge, of Tipton, Iowa, I came in possession of three copies of your excellent paper. I got so much news of the country that I was well acquainted with 40 years ago, and saw the names of old friends and acquaintances of that country, it made me wish I was back among them.”
EDRAY
Our people are enjoying the sleighing as well as they can, notwithstanding the cold and stormy weather we are having. The thermometer was ten degrees below zero Sunday morning. According to Irl R. Hicks, we may look for colder weather still this week.
We wish the readers of The Times a happy new year. That they may enjoy the blessings of this life and live in readiness for whatever may come. So if they are called to quit this life in an unexpected moment they may be ready to go, “To clap the glad wing and soar away to mingle with the blaze of day.” Truly, A. M.
100 Years
In writing the new date a singular sensation is experienced. It seems strange to cease 18 and substitute 19 for the next hundred years. Before the time comes to displace 19 and write 20, it is strange to think that few or none of the living will be here. These lines so aptly come to mind that we repeat them as fitly spoken and appropriate:
We all within our graves shall sleep
A hundred years to come.
No living soul for us will weep
A hundred years to come.
But other men our land will till
And other men our streets will fill,
And other birds will sing as gay,
As bright the sunshine as today,
A hundred years to come.
