100 Years Ago
October 10, 1912
A big musical concert and festival will be held at Dunmore, Saturday night, the 12th. All are invited to come and have a good time – hear the public speaking and the Dunmore Band.
Prof. Perle Arbogast is running a singing school along with the band at Dunmore.
The white horse and his rider visited our neighborhood Saturday the 5th, and took away little Buster Carpenter, aged 18 months. Funeral service was conducted by Rev. W. F. Lowance and was largely attended. Interment at the Dunmore graveyard.
John Will Carpenter has a very sick child at this time.
We think Win McElwee and E. N. Moore will build a mill at Dunmore this time. We need a mill badly in this end of the county.
Miss Ella Pritchard has returned from New York with her new hats.
W. A. Noel is building a storehouse in town.
C. B. Swecker and his man Friday were in Marlinton this week putting up monuments and iron fence.
Rev. W. F. Lowance had his shoulder knocked out of place by his horse starting to run with the buggy, and dragging him some distance. The horse was stopped before further damage was done.
Several of our people attended the burial of R. B. Kerr, of Durbin, his remains being brought to the H. D. D. Kerr cemetery near Boyer Monday. We sympathize with the bereaved friends.
Mrs. W. A. Gladwell opened the Greenbank School last Monday. The trustees have been disappointed by two teachers for principals of the graded school.
F. H. Warwick is recovering from an attack of typhoid fever. His brother, O. D. Warwick, of Marlinton, is waiting on him.
The Children’s day service at Liberty church on the 6th was a grand success. The children acquitted themselves fine and an offering of about $41.00 was received.
We are having nice weather and farmers are busy with their fall work.
The funeral of Mrs. John P. Varner who died some time ago was preached at the church here Sunday morning by Rev. John T. Glick, of Bridgewater, Va. A large crowd attended and Mr. Glick preached an excellent sermon.
Mrs. Withrow McClintic is visiting relatives in this section.
F. C. Arbogast and family were down from Dunlevie last Sunday to see Mr. Arbogast’s mother.
Robert Kerr, of Durbin, died last Sunday and was buried in the home burying ground Monday. The friends have the sympathy of the community.
A. K. Dysard and his grandson, Kyle Beard, were visiting their friends in town last week.
Harrison Sheets has had a very bad spell of asthma for the last month.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. James Wenger last week, a nine pound son.
JOHN A. WAUGH DEAD
John A. Waugh, of Stamping Creek, committed suicide at the home of M. C. Carter in Marlinton, last Thursday night by taking strychnine. When in town it was his custom to stop at the Carter home and last Thursday night he went there as the family was going out for an hour’s entertainment leaving no one in the house. He prepared for bed and had evidently gone to bed. Persons in the street heard him call and going to him found him upon the porch floor in his death struggle. A doctor was called, but he died in a few minutes. A small bottle of strychnine, which he had purchased that afternoon at a local drugstore was found near. A letter addressed to his wife, Mrs. Jennie Waugh, said that he had killed himself, gave directions for the disposal of his business affairs, but gave no reason for the rash act.
THE CARVED ASPEN
I saw a weary wandering man
And asked him in to rest;
For the good Book says a stranger may
Unawares be an angel guest,
His speech was mild, - “Ah! I am old,
But once I was a lad.”
Smiling, I bowed – it was so true,
And then my heart felt sad.
“I studied books in yon low house,
And played beneath these trees,
With nimble foot, and now, my locks
Snow flutter to the breeze.
Upon this bark it is - “N. R.”
And underneath, I carved her name
Who was my guiding star.
The Aspen hath safe kept our names
Through all the passing years;
But Time has only left to me,
Her memory and my tears.”
I lodged and gave the stranger man
The best I had to lay,
And when the morning sun shone bright
He took his lonely way.
‘Twas then I turned with watered eye,
A holy sight to see -
For the old man flung his arms around,
And kissed the Aspen tree.
A. L. P.