News: Local Tidbits 8-22-1879
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----Source: The Clark Republican and Press Date: 8-22-1879

Andrew Bullard, of the town of Weston, (ten miles north-west of this place,) lost his wheat stacks by a stroke of lightning one night last week. This took his whole crop from a field of three acres.

A fine new school house is being built in the Welsh district, near Loyal, by Mr. Montgomery, of this place, who has just completed a very handsome structure of the same kind in the village of Loyal.

P. Gwin is now the landlord, at Loyal, of what is pronounced one of the best hotels in the county. There is life and natural hospitality enough about Peter to enable him to completely fill the place.

Mr. M. P. Hartford, of Loyal, lost his youngest child, a little daughter, at Minneapolis, last week, where she was visiting with her mother. Her death was so sudden that he reached Minneapolis only in time to attend her funeral.

Willie Marsh, at Cole & Pashelles’ store, is not only a wide awake salesman, but a very busy and tasty clerk. He keeps that extensive store on dress parade every day in the week, and no older head could beat him in his attractive arrangement of goods.

There is a class of mischievous boys in town who think it very cunning to prowl about town at night and steal apples. Their parents are probably in ignorance of their being out after bedtime, but some night when their faultless offspring come home with their hides full of shot they will begin to suspect that they do not go to bed just when they ought to. A good shot gun is better than a Sunday school at this season.

Henry Myers has been engaged nearly all summer, at odd times, in the endeavor to subdue the too ardent spirits of a very fine young horse belonging to Harry Mead, of Longwood. He has succeeded so well that he could throw a hat under him and try other tests without his offering to run away, as had been his wont. Last Saturday he turned him over to Harry under the belief that he had got the run all out of him, but his owner had hardly got hold of the lines when he started. Harry hung to him and run him into a fence corner and stopped him. Myers’ colored horseman, Dab, then took the team (for he was hitched with another horse,) in hand, with the same success that Harry had met, but with what came near being more serious results. He ran up Main street to the post office where he ran into the sidewalk and was stopped by losing his footing, falling with his nose nearly touching little Clara Ferguson who stood upon the walk, and who would have been trampled down had the horse taken one more jump. It was little short of a Providential escape.

A young man named Harper, a nephew of Mr. Harper, of Christie, reached this place last Friday on foot and alone, sick and in entirely destitute circumstances. He stopped, in an exhausted state, at the residence of L. L. Ayers, and asked permission to stay over night, which was very kindly granted, and a doctor sent for as soon as his real condition was made known. He was found to have a very high fever, and in bad shape generally from long exposure and privation. He started, some weeks ago, from near New York city to come to his relatives in this county, supposing he had money enough to carry him through. But when he reached Chicago his funds had given out and he set out on foot, accomplishing the journey with hardly anything to eat, as begging was too repugnant a business for him. His uncle, fortunately, came to town the next day and took him home with him, where he will doubtless soon recover. He was a bright, modest looking young man of about twenty-one, who had not evidently been used to the life of a tramp.



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