Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1883-08-23


the year and in town without rail-
road or other facilities for shipment, it
speaks well for the place and the enter
prise of this popular firm. Such an
exhibit makes me feel proud of this
"ornery old town."
Miss Laura Zimmerman, who fingers
the telegraph keys at Waukon, Iowa,
is at home on short visit. Isuspicion
she is off on strike and thinks of join
| ing the brotherhood.
Miss Alva Seaton, in company with
her uncle took the Flying Dutchman for
the north, on Monday. Alva has never
seen much of the world outside of this
handsome burg.
Friday evening, just at the cleaning,
a large number of our young people
might have been seen vending their
way to the Congregational parsonage.
They all carried pound packages, and
from the twinkle in the girls merry
eyes. one could readily surmise they
were up to some roguery. The preacher
when he found their mission was one
of benevolence and good will, opened
his front door wide and made them all
welcome. Three ''bad boys had the
audacity to sneak in the back way and
leave sack of flour. They ought to
be sent to Sunday school. and made to
commit to memory, for their badness,
long chapter. Birds of feather
flock together" Among other purify
ing influences brought to bear in town
since the Advents pitched their tents
in Rockville, is feather renovator con-
Quoted by one of the saints, wearing q
long skirt coat and flowing gray beard
after the fashion of Moses and the
prophets. In doctrine, this sect hold
with other evangelical churches, only
they believe the end is not far off and
that salvation depends on keeping holy
the seventh day of the week-the
Jewish Sabbath. The Methodist brother
asks
| Must be carried to the SKIES
| On iowery beds Of ease?"
The F. r. A. Brother responds, "you
must" Last Sunday morning this
good man having observed the day pre-
vious in meditation, prayer and attend
ing divine worship, got up steam and
was preparing to go to work. He wot
not he was in the goodly village of
Buena Vista, whose people allow of no
dissertation of the Christian Sunday,
till j. b. c., n man who has great
reverence for Sunday and religious OBJ
servances, commenced cursing him in a
vocabulary not overly orthodox. John
remarked authoritatively that ''if he
didn't dry up and get his old machine
out of there, he would have him ar
rested quicker than he could scorch
feather 'You kept your Sunday
yesterday" says John. land nobody
interfered with you; and now I'll be
id if | am going to be molested on
mine.'' The old man slackened down
fires and moved.
Saturday was profitable day in town
for the business men, judging from the
number of teams arriving and de-
parting.
Walter Lewis, of your city, paid his
respects to his Potosi friends and
cousins last Saturday. He was OBJ
served casting side glances at some of
our pretty girls as they passed. Don't
do SO any more Walter, and you will be
always welcome.
There was picnic, consisting of two
gents and four ladies, passed down to-
wards the river, on Friday morning.
None of them were drowned rs they re-
turned towards evening with number
unbroken, seeming pleased with their
days fun.
A young son of Mr.. John Swartz, of
Waterloo, was thrown from a horse
while riding him to water, breaking
both bones of the right forearm. DIR.
c. V. Artz reduced the fracture Satur-
day evening, and the little fellow went
home rejoicing. He was riding bare
back without bride or halter when the
horse became playful and took notion
to unload him.
Sheriff Rewey took an hours rest, in
the city, Saturday evening. He was on
his return from short raid into Iowa,
capturing horse and buggy, which
had escaped from his bailiwick. mis-
took him, at first, for an itinerant
preacher. come to spend the Sabbath.
The ceremony of baptism, by INNER
sion, was performed, last Sunday, in
the Taylor settlement, on a number of
recent converts to the church.
Happening to be In your city, the
other day, and knowing preparations
were going forward for the soldiers re-
union, l took a stroll through town and
saw the big guns parked in the jail
yard. just then, my eye CHANGED to
fall upon huge pile of spherical, conf
cal and oblong articles, which Perk.
Green and score or so of boys were
unpacking, in front of his store, and
which my lively imagination converted
into cartridges, cannon balls and bomb
shells, to be used upon the great occa-
sion. The spell was badly broken, on
a nearer view, changing them from
deadly missiles of war into innocent ban
nanas, canteloupes and watermelons.
My military enthusiasm subsidized rap
idly till Perk. ordered the BOYS to give
the gentleman cigar. 1t is well.
Miss Sallie Coons is in Dubuque, this
week. enjoying the sights of the city and
the hospitality of her numerous friends.
Mr.. Bryan, initials unknown, Richard
Meyer, Jr., and two other gentlemen.
whose faces were good-looking but not
familiar, were down, last Sunday, COOL
ing off on the banks of the Mississippi.
They improved the opportunity for i'm
bibine a drink of fresh huttermiIl- a,