Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-10-03

Charleston. Maine, and Mrs. Sarah J.
Pennell of Bangor. Maine. At home aft
er Sept. 10th at 127 Grand avenue, San
Diego. Cal.
Lewiston man who was filling
cartridges and smoking a cigar at the
same time was told by friend the
other night that it was dangerous.
''Ho, always do it, Amt no danger"
was his retort. Yes, but because you
have always done it isn't any reason
that you always WILL" Yes, lis"
and as he opened his mouth to speak
an ash fell from mis- cigar into the
little tunnel of yellow powder and set
it afire. When the man finished his
sentence he had but one whisker and
no eyebrows.
The reports of last week of extensive
exaggerated. There were few fires,
but they We're confined mostly to burnt
lands, where there was nothing but
scrub to burn. OF course there was
danger after the prolonged drought
that the fires would spread rapidly,
but the rain allayed that danger.
A prominent landlord in Belfast has
come out as a sportsman of the first
water. His mind runs to cunning and
his rig of gun, hunting suit, boots and
! other equipment is of the latest. Late
one afternoon recently he was met
coming up Northport avenue looking
very tired and Disguised. He had been
in the woods. well, how did You
make it?' was asked him. "Oh, first
rate" he said. Il shot three wood
cock, two partridge and a rabbit
But your game bag is empty?" Il
know it. l shot the birds all right, but
the bushes We're so thick l could not
find them"
The following complaint of travel
ling man to a Gardiner friend might
be made of many other places as well
as of Gardiner: There ought to be a
move made with the hotel men toward
Keeping town loafers out of tine hotel
office. They occupy the chairs and are
in THE way generally, Ito the detrment
of the transient guests of the house.
wanted to do some writing, last
evening, but the place was full of loaf
ers and no chairs available. 1t is a big
nuisance and 1 should think the hotel
men would get on to it,
Tt isn't often that fish in the Kenne-
bee river interfere with the mills along
its banks, but this is just What hap
pened at Skowhegan, one day recently.
in the early morning hours. The night
crew at tlhe wooden mill had just begun
to get steam up when they discovered
that there was no water i'm the tank
which feeds the boiler and that despite
their efforts none could be obtained
The machinest was sent for and upon
taking the feed pipe apart large eel
was found. Water for the boiler is OBJ
tanned from a brook (which empties in
to the river and it is supposed THAT the
eel, being of an enquiring turn of mind,
got into the pipe and was unable 70
Wiggle out. He succeeded in causing
a lot of trouble, anyway.
The Ellsworth American has a prose
poet for correspondent at Southwest
Harbor, and he let's himself loose
thusly on the subject of Autumn" in
recent letter: And now cometh
once again the autumn-nature's SOM
Der. melancholy season. August days
are gone, and We summer visitor hath
HE'D himself back to town to measure
ribbons at $40 week and to tell how
the poor countrymahs. liveth without
Turkish baths, electric lights, trolley
cars, aldermen, saloons, pickpockets
and other luXuries of city life. yaca-