The Portland daily press., 1895-03-15
MAINE TOWNS.
Items of Interest Gathered by Cores
pondents of the Press.
Norway.

Norway. March IS. Many are sick with
colds, coughs and influenza, keeping
two doctors busy. The snow and ice is fast
disappearing, and the Shedding already
becoming lad in the villages and AT rail-
way crossings. All is hurry and hustle
with teamsters, as there is much haul
ing to be done yet.
Benjamin g. Barrows an old time
worthy and highly respected citizen of
Norway, died Saturday, the 9th, after a
long and painful illness, aged about ~
years. His funeral on Monday was at
Army Post of which orders he was a
prominent member.
Chas. Booker, our worthy and efficient
agent for the Pc. A. society is doing
good work among the teamsters and
those who deal in cheap horses. A few
days since seedy young man seated in
an old rickety sleigh was seen passing
Norway Center, jerking the reins, and
with blows and curses striving in vain
to urge very aorry looking beast into a
trot. Don't beat your poor old horse"
hungry. Stop and feed him".
Mind your own business" replied the
driver, 1.-The old Jade haint good for
nothin,' and I'LL put her through live or
die" The next man he encountered was
Officer Booker who ordered "a halt" Get
out the way, "roared the driver. or you'll
Get licked.n But he soon found with
whom ne had to deal, when he ~found
himself jerked from his seat and sprawl
ing on snow bank. The poor beast
stood trem bling in every joint, the blood
dripping from her mouth and painting for
breath. The skin was beaten from both
hips. The cowardly driver now began to
plead'that he had no money to buy feed,
had driven from Bethel, distance Of
reach home. "Weli," said the officer,
though you richly deserve good long
imprisonment for such inhuman conduct,
I will release you on these terms and no
other. Take that creature into my barn
yard and kill her Then harness your
self in her place and get out of town
as quick as posi- ble.n To which he gladly
acceded amid the laughs and jeers of the
bystanders. Among the latter was that
notorious wag known in the writings of
Artemus Ward as Simon, he Sassy,
whose contemporary and chunl he once
was "Ah!n said Simon," with a twinkle
of his wicked black eye and one of his
ON inou smirks,"I would like seat be-
hiud that beast With good whalebone
whip; think I could persuade him to
so me tremendous strides on the pond
road"
Ponds are very low, and che lack of
alter is keenly felt by the various mills
in this vicinity which are obliged to shut
down during a part of each day. The
melting snow will doubtless supply this
need. Work is progressing slowly on the
foundation for the new bridge, which
puts the travelling public to much in
convenience.
Gray.
North Gray, March 49, Miss Ethel
Cummings is at home from Bowdoin-
am, where she has been teaching shcool.
Mr.. G. E. Libby has more lumD on his
pond than there has been seen at one
time.
Miss Fannie Symonds has gone to work
for Mr.. Willard Merrill.
Frank Foster, of North Yarmouth is
at work for Mr.. E. T. Libby.
Harry Woodbury. was seen in this place
on Sunday.
Mr.. and Mrs. J n Morrel visited her
brother last Thursday.
urday at the home of his brother S
Simon Sawyer His funeral took place
at the Free Baptist church, Gloucester
Hill, Tuesday at 10 am. He leaves a
widow. two daughters, mother, three
brothers and four sisters TO mourn his
loss.