Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1895-10-24

/ Too many boys of this town are il
the habit of lounging in and about tn,
railroad station house: boys ranging
In years from seven to sixteen. They
rarely have business there, and in mos
instances are in disobedience to thu
injunction of their parents Inside
| the station, the agent may keep them
| in the bounds of decency and order
but outside they defy him and consult
Iouly their own wills in their conduct.
They jump on and off passing trains
often at imminent hazard-and some
times amuse themselves by freeing
standing cars of the brakes for the
sake of a ride. The wonder is that nc
one has been killed or MANNED for life.
1t is not surprising that the company
has determined to put a stop to these
practices, and we are requested to no
tify the public that future violation OF
the law in this regard will be followed
by arrest and punishment. A night
in Jail is not pleasant for any manly
boy to contemplate; but perhaps his
parents would prefer even that to his
having leg cut off or losing his life
under the wheels.
| Quite a laughable thing occurred on
Bee Fork last Monday morning. The
United Baptists were holding their AS
ISOLATION in that neighborhood, and on
Sunday night after services Rev. James
Lay, (as usually gave an invitation to
all those that would to come and go
home with him. Services had lasted
longer than usual, and when they had
arrived at Rev. Lays residence it was
late, and all being tired with the days
| work retired to bed. In the morning
Bro. Lay was the first to awake, and
getting up dressed as usual. In the
course of time breakfast was called,
| all responding but Bro. Sumpter, a
delegate from Iron county who was
minus his pants. Search was made
everywhere, but no pants could be
| found. At this time Mrs. Lays atten-
| ton was called to the trouble, and on
| looking around she found that her hus-
band had the pants on. Mr.. Lay had
went to bed with his pants on. and
getting up in the morning Gt being
dark in the room) put on Sumpter's
pants. 1t is hard to say who the joke
was on. Rev. James Lay is one of our
| best citizens and a Christian gentle
| man.-Reynolds Outlook. But a Chris
tian gentleman, as we'll as other people,
ought to take his breaches off before
going to bed.
DIR. Strong's old reliable horse hav-
| ing gone lame, he turned him into the
pasture, and looked about him for an
other animal suited to his wants. The
supply of good horses being limited in
this section, the doctor had a friend to
select one for him in st. Louis. This
the friend did, after seeing the horse
driven several times. ami examing his
points carefully. The animal chosen
was fine iron-grey, full of life. young.
and apparently very kind and gentle.
Last Monday morning we came over to
the Office. and casting glance south
ward as we stepped into main street,
beheld in front of the doctors office,
small but select company. consisting
of the doctor, MIR. Jos. Price of Pilot
Knob, Treasurer Whitworth and Rob't
Hill, Esq. We joined them without
delay. Mr.. Price had brought the
horse down, and, with the doctor, was
ry to hitching him to the buggy. Mr..
Whitworth was giving directions and
seeing to matters generally. Mr.. Hill
kept his own counsel, except an occa-
sional quiet word on the side to .'Whit. :"
| OF course it wasn't our funeral, and we
stood aside quietly awaiting the turn
of events. Finally the iron-grey was.
after several efforts, attached to the
vehicle, aud the doctor stepped jaunti-
| ly in and seated himself. AS soon as
the lines frightened, the horse made a
few quick, uneasy steps forward, and
the next thing we saw his heels beat
ing a tattoo on the dashboard, and fly
ing thence above the buggy-top into
the cloudland. That gentle, quiet an
imal kicked higher and faster than
any mule within our extended knowl-
edge. The doctor, finding that, though
he had hold on the horses head, he
had absolutely no control over his heels,
rolled out of the buggy, when the bug
gy promptly rolled oyer him. The
horse having got rid of his driver, and
knocked the buggy out of countenance.
stopped short, wagged his right ear.
and closed his eyes as if about to re-
ward himself with a quiet nap-aud
perchance to dream of his innocent
coltish days, ere the iron bit had en-
tered his mouth, or tyrant drivers
came to bother. But Mr.. Price took
off the harness and put on a saddle
and rode him at a round pace to Pilot
Knob. The doctor busted his clothes,
plastered two or three abrasions. and
pulled the buggy to the repair shop.
Mr.. Hills business called him to other
points, and Whit, with some common
datory remarks concerning certain
"gray colt" left for the courthouse.
We, congratulating everybody that i,
was no worse, returned to the office.
earnestly praying for the early coming
of the time when electric road-wagons
will be all the go, and man needn t
risk getting his brains kicked out un-
less he wants to.
Public sale.