Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-07-07

me tnS conultlon ol the property
in the county insured by the com
pany. James II. Hamilton and Cad
Ingram were chosen delegates to
represent the Bath Co. stockholders
in the company at the meeting to
be held at Millersburg on August
10th, 1898.
DEATH OF A LOVELY YouNG Wo-
MAN.-Died, Tuesday, June 2Sth,
1898, at Gate City, Virginia, Miss
Estelle Rebecca Stout, of Ewingf
ton, Montgomery Co, Ky. She was
in her nineteenth year. The fatal
ailment was consumption. Burial
Thursday, June 80, at 10 80 O'clock
a. NJ. in Machpelah Cemetery, M.
Sterling. Ky, near the grave of her
mother, who preceded her about a
year. Funeral services at Baptist
Church by Rev. W. j. Bolin. The
pail bearers were John Roberts.
Leslie Payne, Trav. Wells, Walter
Anderson, John Greenwade. Gay
Shrout. She leaves a father, five
sisters and two brothers TO mourn
her decease.
Miss Stout and her sister, Miss
Sudic, went to Virginia in March
for the benefit of the formers
health. Miss Sudie was with her
to the last. She was u favorite in
society, and had many friends in
Owingsville and Bath Co.
Birth, growth. decline and disso-
luton, is the brief epitome of the
natural history of human kind.
When one we love lives out natures
allotment and lays down life'S
weary burden in old age we expert
ence no shock, recognizing that it
lis the end 10 which all must come
but when the object of our love is
la child, a brother. sister or very
Idear friend, who is taken from us
lust at the threshold of manhood
for womanhood the tension on our
lheartstrings is severe indeed and
Jour grief is deep wound that
needs times soothing balm to heal.
However, it is one of life's penalties
to thus be stricken and lose those
We love. There is the consolation
htoo of cherishing the memory of
the dear one gone and of fondly
trecounting all that was good and
lgcntle and amiable in his or her
icharacter. These thoughts are
lcalled up by the death of Miss
lStout, who was noble young lady
hnd the many amiable and excellent
traits of her character. should and
wiIl always be a soothing memory
to her family and many friends.
II WARN BABY SoL.-At an early
hour last Friday morning Old Sol,
in a mighty i'll humor, was toiling
up the eastern slope of the skies
muttering and growing to himself
bike surly old critter. Its a pity
I'When the sun goes down to take
little rest he must'Meet high daddy
in the morningr" he snarled. He
took his bearings and found his
predestined course was taking him
back over 1.-THE line" He consulted
his almanac. "Umph huh! First
day of July and L haven't done
thing TO 'em yet. Incidentally, l
zee that Madam Luna will be full
as tick Sunday and then the old
jade she'll 60 ripping and careering
when I'm not about like she was
the rackingest old jimmy of the
empyrean precincts. Drot her old
pictur, if l hadn't lent her a light
she'd be the sorriest old snuffed-out
candle in the skies. And is she
grateful? Not bit of it. Ah, graf,
itude, thy name is Dennis.
"Heigh ho! sing, Heigh no! untol
l the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning, mostl
loving mere folly;
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly
"Power," he soliloquized, "to be
\ respected must be used. l had al
most said abused. Ha! didn't | see
them mere insects called men wear
ing their coats recently to the har-
vest field? Give 'em the least rein
and they'll fout me. Dod-gast my
4 cuticle but I'll teach 'em a few
tricks. I'll show 'em Old Sol is a
warm baby himself. There'll be
hot time on the Old Earth today
land tonight! See if they don't ad-
Init that Old Sols the hottest
thing that ever struck the Earth
just wait a bit and I'll make
things sweatw He drew a piece of
chamois skin from his left hip
pocket and gave his face vigorous
polishing. He then held a feather
before it and the feather smoked
and curled up. "Woof. watts dat
suffercates de ladies'? cain't erbide
yer derned old fun ergatin'
smells! J" he calculated ironically.
"Tll announce my advent with Il
ditty. l have splendid voice for
singing-Charco-o-o-o-oa o. -oal, up a
dark alley"
Then he hummed a few bars of
some obsolete song and grinned
sardonically. Pitching his voice
over the brow of the hill before him
he thundered:
wake up, Ja-cobl
Day-light's a-breaking!
Solomon's up
The fires a-making!
Wake up, Nancy!
Hunkity plunk!
Hide out, young uns!
The old mans drunk!"
! With that he hoped above the