Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1905-11-22

ing Co.'s property at Henrietta, was started up Monday, Nov. 13, and so fa1 is giving satisfactory results. w. H Bradrick of Chicago, who is the Urea. surer of the company, is at the Henriet- ta camp to see the results of the initial run.
 Wedding and Charivari.
 The people living in the Big Bug mining district were taken by surprise last Sunday, when they learned that two of the most popular people in their midst had been quietly married in Prescott on last Saturday, Nov. Il. The contracting parties, who had lived in the Big Bug district for many years, having long ago been supposed to be invulnerable to Cupid's darts, made the event all the more interesting. The bride, who was Miss Hattie E. Davidson, the popular and handsome postmistress at Big Bug, had refused
 
 the hand of many a wealthy man. Therefore everyone supposed she had decided to pass the remainder of her life in single blessedness. MT. George Whitaker, very popular mining man of the Alto camp, made up his mind to capture the queen of the Butternut. The groom had long, hard struggle to win the heart and hand of the charming postmistress and mining queen, but the old adage proved true, ''Where there s will there's way" and Cupid once more held the trump card.
 The bride and groom took an unique wedding trip the morning after the ceremony, the bride returning to Big Bug in Uncle Sam's private mail car, while the groom came over the noun tain trail via Walker, Alto and Hen- rietta astride his faithful steed. This novel tour was evidently planned for the purpose of keeping the event quiet, but it was too good to keep; the bride s smiling countenance showed too plainly that she had entered into the happy bonds of wedlock. The. news spread like wildfre, and by 9 o'clock Sunday evening the residents of Big Bug, men, women, and children, had heard of the glad tidings. The entire popu- lation, headed by the Big Bug Tin Band marched to the Henrietta camp, where the Rough Riders brigade joined forces with them, and then marched to the Big Bug post office, amid the sweet strains from the famous tin band and the accustomed shouts and shoot ing of the Rough Riders.
 Unfortunately, the procession was al little late in arriving at the sacred spot, as the bridal party had retired. However, the citizens were determined to give the bride and groom a chari- vari long to be remembered in the Big Bug district. The house was surround ed. Cowboys were stationed on top the house and the girls on the porches, and as soon as the captain gave the signal, the Rough Riders opened up al continuous fire from their Winchesters, shotguns and six-shooters, which last ed for an hour or more, when the tin band brigade joined in the chorus. It required nearly two hours of continu- ous firing and music to arouse the happy couple from their slumbers. The terrible bombardment was plainly heard by Superintendent Sam Johnson and wife at the Alto camp, four miles distant, so it is needless to say there was plenty of noise.
 Finally, the groom appeared attired in his wedding robe, and bade the charivari party hearty welcome. Mrs. Hill, the popular assistant postmistress and her charming daughter, Miss Jennie, who were on the night shift, guarding the United States mail, ap- peared upon the scene, and apologized for the absence of the bride, stating that the unexpected arrival of so quiet a crowd had excited the winsome bride, and she could not find her wearing ap- parel, and therefore would have to be excused. The apology was accepted, more on account of the bashfulness of the bride and her most intimate friend, Miss Jennie Hill, as the party had reason to believe they would soon be called on to celebrate another event, due to the fact that MT. J. L. Nelson, a popular young man of the Henrietta camp, has been very busy improving on his claim, working from one to three shifts every day.
 After congratulations were ex-