The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1905-10-19
From Our Correspondents
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Grand River.

GRAND River.
We learn that DR.. w. C. Ward, of Kan
sas City, has purchased DIR. Guffy's in
terests at Kellerton and will make
regular visits to Grand River. Special
extraction under somnoform the new
anesthetic. His next visit being Oct.
% to %, 1905.
Lloyd Gilreath loaded car Monday
and departed for Lake Andes, South
Dakota, where he will make his future
home. We wish him success in his new
field as he is a worker.
Allie Palmer and j. w. Brammer are
working on Harry Gilreath's new house.
AL. Ackerly has the furnace in the
basement of the bank about completed.
Two men fl. m Lamont did most of the
work.
w. NJ. Sipherd had sale Monday on
his farm west of town. Sales are the
order OF the day now.
Early in the spring, 7. B. Sloan
thought he was too fat, and concluded
to reduce his weight by eating less and
and cut off one neal day. About the
last of May he found he had reduced
his weight about twenty-five pounds.
This was not fast enough to suit him, so
he ate only one meal day during June
and fell off one pound a day. He has at
this time reduced his weight eighty
three pounds, and will continue to fast
the year out. He says he got hungry at
meal time, but had the nerve to stay by
his method which has proven satisfact-
DRY to him. He is our jolly harness
maker and says he feels much better
than before.
We have several families here who
are all good people and relatives and
seem to take delight in helping one
ANOTHER out. If there is anything to do
they all help out. If there is house to
build they are all seen to help. We
love to see such work. Our memory
fingers long on such beautiful works.
They show that the tie of relationship
flows ih their veins with brotherly
Kindness and affection, and brings to
memory the poets lay: 4
We plant sweet flowers above the
spot,
Where rest our unforgotten dead.
And while the summer roses bloom,
We beautity their lowly tread;
We rear the snowy marble shaft,
That every passerby may learn,
How sacred memory keeps her trust,
In motive, gift and storied urn.
But oh, the hearts that ache and
break,
Through all the long bright su inner
days,
For some sweet word Of tenderness,
Some generous and oulspoken
praise,
And oh. the bitter tears that fall,
Ger lif,'s mistakes aud cruel tate,
That all things beautiful and bright,
Ol love and glory come too late. e
Then take the rose that blooms today,
Aud lay it in some loving hand,
And wait not till the ear grows dull,
To tell the sweet hopes YOU planned,
One kiss on warm aud loving lips,
Is worth a thousand funeral flowers,
And one glad hour of tender love,
Outweighs an age of mourning
hours.
Once we heard a woman grumbliny
about children and the work they made;
that she despised them. Little did she
dream that,
Those who toll bravcly are strongest
The hunD,c and poor become great
And SO from these brown handed
children,
Shall grow mighty rulers Of state,
The pen Of the author and states
man,
The noble and wise Of the land,
The sword, and chisel, and palette.
Shall be lai in the little brown hand.
There was Christian preaching last
Sunday by a man from Dcs Moiles. He
was young but handled his subject to
the satisfaction of all present.
AS. Ladd has moved back to town
and will be a citizen. Uncle Amos is
all right and will do us no harm. VIZ.
welcome him again, but he will perhaps
only stay until spring, as he can farm
some and false pIt,ny of chich,ns on
he far IL wi ,re ne has been for some
li,nc.
Joe Brown has been reconciled to
farm life and Will probably stay by it.
lie was engineer SO long that he could
hardly quit bu, is proving good far
mer and making il pay well, SO we hope
he " Al remain on his fine farm.