Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1878-01-11
Death Of Mrs. Little.

Death Of Mrs. Little.
The death of Mrs. Alice Little, widow
Of the late Captain E. G. Little, whicl
occurred at the residence of her father
DR.. P. Tabor, on Tuesday morning O
this week, after lingering illness O
many months, of consumption, was al
event that struck pang of sorrow t.
many hearts not drawn to her by ties Of
consanguinity. Mrs. Little was noble
woman, and the idol of a very large cir
Gle of friends and acquaintance. O.
sensitive and refined nature, cultured
and retiring though genial manners, ed
ucated tastes and all the characteristics
of true lady, she was at the same time
a sincere, unostentatious Christian wo
man, who lived her profession, whose
tender sympathy went out to all in want
or affection and whose heart was in ev
cry good work. Eors was truly Iowa
bic nature, and the deep sorrow for he1
early death, transccnding the limitations
of kinship: is shared by all who came
within her gentle influence.
Mrs. Little almost idolized her hus
band "a man well worthy of such devo
tion,-and his death, four years since
was terrible blow to her; too great fol
her delicate organization, and to it may
be attributed the inception of the dis
ease which bore her away. Her age was
nearly 81; her married life embraced the
short space of four years, during which
her cup of happiness was full. She has
gone to join her loved partner, and the
little one who futtered into the family
nest only to stretch it's wings and depart
after few days. Let the knowledge
that her happiness is again complete as
suage the grief of almost despairing
friends.
The funeral services were conducted
at the residence, yesterday afternoon,
Rev. T. B. Kemp, D. d., of St. James
Church, of which Mrs. Little
was member, officiating The funeral
sermon proper will be preached at St.
James Church next Sunday morning.
AN FRESHMAN LuCK.-A good story
IS told of an Emerald Islander in Buffa-
o township, in this county, who attend
I'd sale at the house of one of his
leighbors, taking with him a fne-ap-
pearing COW, which he desired to dispose
If at auction. Previous to the sale he
ook the auctioneer aside, and address
lin thus:
Now, Tom, dye sec that COW? Up
IN me sowl, she's the divil's own haste
or laping. Nothin' will kape her. If
tie her in the sthablc wild a rope as
zig as me arm, tin to wan but I'll foind
Ter on the outside in the mornin'. Be
abers! it's no lie I'm tellin' ye; She
ape nine-rail fince widout the touch
# tail or hoof Of her, and I'm bate
yid her. won't have her day longer
IN me place, and | want We to sell her
or the best price We can git, and dye
noind, don't say word about her
bricks"
After this confidential communica-
ion, the Irishman circulated in the
crowd until he discovered that
here was an attraction in the cellar in
he shape of black bottle of whisky.
For the next half hour he took little in
crest in the sale, but finally came up
rom the cellar in decidedly mellow
condition. At the moment the auction
,er was crying a COW, and our Hibernian
'riend, feeling rich as well as hap
", and withal desiring to replace his
,reechy COW with one Of more sedate
disposition, began to bid with spirit
nd abandon born of the whisky circu-
ating through his veins. The result
vas, after sharp contest, that the COW
vas knocked down to Mr.. Irishman at
,ood round price, and he took her home.
Then it was that the truth dawned upon
lin. He had purchased and brought
lone his own COW, the identical bovine
whose high leaping characteristics he
lad so graphically narrated to the man
If mods and winks. His feelings may be
not described. The next time
lie takes that COW to auction, he will
axe the pledge as preliminary.