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(Axtell) - Chicago Record-Herald - Anna Louise Axtell Obituary

MRS. LOUISA AXTELL DIES AFTER A SHORT ILLNESS

A sad death occurred in Basin, Monday, April 22. Anna Loiise Axtell, wife of A. K. Axtell, and who had been quite a favorite with the people of this locality, was suddenly taken ill and after five days confinement to her bed, passed from earth, surrounded by relatives and friends. She was by birth a native of Pennsylvania, aged 26 years, and a resident of Montana for the past three and resided for some time at Gregson Springs, where her husband is agent in the employ of the Butte, Anaconda & Pacific Railroad. Mr. Axtell's relative, consisting of his mother, three brothers and four sisters, are now living in Montana and Basin has virtually been their home, but many are scattered at different localities throughout the state. Most all were present at the death bed scene. The deceased was of a kind and lovable disposition and was a prime favorite with all who knew her. A deep sorrow now pervades the whole household. A loss has been sustained that cannot be filled and the two little ones, both boys are left motherless; but by those who dearly loved her who is now gone over that dark river where all hope to join in time. The body was taken from the house by the following prominent citizens of Basin, who acted as pallbearers: A. J. Glass, H. G. Pickett, F. Herman, D. A. McDonald, S. H. Magraw and T. Hopkins and placed on the Great Northern overland, to be taken to her native home for interment. --- The Basin (Mon.) Times 


Hary Bouton and Miss Cassie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Carr, were married Wednesday, March 18, at Wellsburg by Rev. T. F. Broderick. 
William BRACE, Nathaniel C. COMFORT

DEATH IN THE RUINS Two men killed, a third injured at Springfield, Pennsylvania VICTIMS OF A TERRIBLE CYCLONE Which demolished barns, crops, orchards, and other property including eight cows and two horses in its wake

Troy, Sep't. 9, 1898. [Special]-As the result of the cyclone which plowed a path across the township of Springfield Wednesday evening, two men were killed, one seriously injured, several barns with the season's crops were completely destroyed, and some live stock was killed. The men killed were William Brace, son of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Brace, and Nathaniel C. Comfort, Mansfield. The injured man was Fred Voorhees also of Mansfield. The storm which was one of the most severe this section ever experienced, if not the severest, swept through the township on a line west to east, from Columbia X roads to Harknessburg and Smithfield. The path of the cyclone was only three or four rods wide, and included many buildings, orchards, etc. all of which it leveled to the ground. The storm broke about ?? o'clock and in it's course of destruction, struck the barn of Mr. Stephen Brace leaving it a total wreck, and scattering the debris for acres around. In the ruins it buried William Brace Jr., crushed to death before the eyes of his aged mother who was in the house alone in the house at the time. Young Brace was engaged in milkint the cows (eight of which were killed) when the storm came upon him. According to the position of his corpse when found two hours later by men who came to the rescue, he had evidently heard the cracking of the timbers and attempted to escape but was too late. His body was found by the barn door, his back and neck broken by a great timber. The storm did no further damage of consequence till it struck the barn of Schuyler Gates, which it completely demolished, there being nothing left but a shapeless mass of hay, broken timbers, and farm utensils belonging to James E. Smith, the tenant. Just before the storm broke the advertising wagons of the Mansfield fair, occupied by Nathaniel C. Comfort and Fred A. Voorhees, was driven up to the horse barn of the Gates farm, the door of which was standing open. The horse barn was situated about 15 rods from the big barn which was demolished. The men succeeded in getting their horses into this horse barn but not the wagon, which had a covered top too high to pass under the door top. The flying timbers from the big barn knocked the men from the wagon seat, a big timber striking Comfort and killing him instantly, and another breaking Voorhees nose and otherwise injuring him, and rendering him unconscious for several hours. The horses becoming frightened, broke loose from the wagon and escaped. Mr. Voorhees was carried into Mr. Smith's house and attended later by Doctors Carpenter and Seafuse, who think he will recover. Delolate indeed is the scene in the path of the storm. Wreckage is strewn in every direction, from roofs, fences, orchards, etc. Walter Gates' barn was bodily lifted from its foundations before it was crushed, and in it a mare and colt, though one horse escaped alive. His house was badly damaged. John Allen lost a fine orchard. Edison Harkness lost a wagon shed and had his house so shaken that the doors and windows will not move. He had to chop his way out of the house. Several houses were unroofed. William Brace, the young man killed, was 26 years of age and was married in 1895 to Miss Fannie Phillips, daughter of Mr. J. K. Phillips of Springfield, but who died six weeks later. He was a most exemplary young man, of sterling qualities, and was popular among all classes. His remains were buried Friday at 10 a. m. His remains were buried Friday at 10 a. m. Besides his parents, he left two brothers, Frank and Mack. His father was in Elmira during the storm, and Mack in Tioga County, buying cattle. His mother in summoning assistance was several times blown against a fence. (Remainder of text unreadable) Nathaniel C. Comfort was 48. He left five children, the youngest 8 years of age. The illustrations accompanying this account of the storm are views taken by Photographer Van Dyn of Troy. Walter A. Mattocks. 


Alice BRICE - A Terrible Fate.

Miss Alice Brice of Ringtown, returned home much fatigued after a dance one night this week, says the Hazelton Sentinentel. She went to the cupboard to partake of a lunch, and when she opened the doors the family cat, which had been locked in by mistake, leaped out and landed on her breast. Miss Brice was so frightened that she fainted and fell heavily to the floor. She was shortly restored to consciousness and apparently recovered from her mishap, assisting her mother in the household duties. Wednesday afternoon her queer actions attracted the attention of the household and medical aid was quickly summoned. Soon she began to show unmistakable signs of hydrophobia and in a time she began to foam at the mouth and snap at everything. The sight of water or animals provoked the attacks, and her sufferings were something awful. She had to be pinioned to a bed and confined to a dark room. Her agony is so terrible that it is feared she will have to be smothered if she does not soon die. *** The Other Side 


GERNERT - Doane-Gernert Wedding

The social event of this season was the marriage on Thursday evening at "Alparon Farm," the residence of H. C. Gernert, of his daughter Sara to Sidney Dean, of Elmira, N. Y., which took place in the presence of about 200 friends and invited guests. The house was beautifully decorated with evergreens, palms, and potted plants. At 6 o'clock the bride and groom, preceded by three little flower girls in the persons of Louise and Lisle Leonard and Ada Gernert, all dressed in white and carrying garlands and bouquets of daisies, entered the parlors, and passing up the laureled aisle, to the delightful strains of Mendelssohns's sedding march as renderted by Miss Lulu Kenyon, too their places under the decorated chandeliers, where the impressive ceremony was performed by Rev. F. A. Martin, pastor of the Baptist Church, who presented them with a handsome book containing the marriage certificate, and places for names of the wedding guests. The bride was gowned in a beautiful white brocade teffeta silk, artistically trimmed with Dresden ribbon, and carried a bouquet of bride's roses. Her traveling gown was of navy blue serge, tailor made. After the ceremony and congratulations, elegant refreshments under the supervision of Mrs. Kennedy and Mrs. Alexander were served by the following young ladies: Misses Nellie Correll, Clara Reynolds, Ora Lilley, Irene Riley, Lizzie, Eloise and Fanny Bohlayer, Effie Beaman, Christine Hagadorn, Mary Johnson, Bessie Johnson, Minna Swain, Julia Kenyon, Nettie Kenyon, Louise Compton and Kate Williams, which added much to the beauty of the occasion. A large room was completely filled with several hundred dollars worth of presents of elegance and utility, which was an attest of the high esteem in which the parties are held by their friends. Among the guests from out of town were Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Dutton and daughter Anna, Mr. F. L. Gooding, wife and daughter Bertha, Mr. Chas. Sands, Elmira; Mr. and Mrs. McAfee, Mr. and Mrs. E. Gooding, Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Coolbaugh, Joseph Doane, and Miss Austin, Towanda; Mrs. Herrick and daughter, Mrs. Clark, of Hoosick Falls, N. Y.; Will Crandall, of Grover, and Frank Gernert of Bridgeport, Conn. The happy pair left amid showers of rice and good wishes, and took the train, which stopped for them in front of the residence, for Elmira, their future home. The bride is one of Troy's most esteemed young ladies, an ornament to society and the home circle. She will be greatly missed from a large circle of friends. Mr. Doane is also a young man of sterling qualities, and they leave our midst bearing the best wishes of all for a life of prosperity and unalloyed happiness. 


Luther E. HAVEN

Editor Register:

I notice in the last issue of your paper an allusion by the Austinville correspondent to the honorable and useful positions held by Deacon L. E. Haven in the Baptist church and Sunday school of that place. Mr. Haven belonged to one of the oldest and most respectable families of Columbia township. His grandfather, John Haven emigrated from Sullivan township, N. H., in the month of February, 1815, and settled in the wilderness about one mile from Austinville, then Morgan Hollow, in the direction of Elmira. He brought his family and goods on two sleds. One sled was drawn by a span of horses and the other by two yoke of oxen. The horses performed the journey in 15 days, and the oxen in 18 days. Two sons, Nathan and Luther, preceded the rest of the family one year, and made a clearing where the home was located. The family consisted of six sons and two daughters. One, a married daughter, remained behind until 1837, in which year she settled near the rest of the family: This was the mother of Franklin Baker, who resides one mile north-west of Austinville. The names of five sons os John Haven were: Nathan, Luther, Carter, Royal and Charles. These all cleared and occupied lands which were a part of, or contiguous to. The original tract upon which the family settled. Charles, father of the subject of this notice, occupied the farm now owned by J. N. Aspinwall, where all his children were born and reared. The names of these were: Luther, Oscar, of Elmira, Aaron of Cranston, R. I., Frank, Susan, Mrs. I. S. Aspenwall, Caroline, Harriet, Mrs. Walter Gernert, and Lydia, Mrs. J. P. Bullock. All are deceased except Oscar, Susan, and Aaron. Sept. 14th, 1859, Luther married Martha, daughter of Rev. Joseph Beaman. His two daughters, Harriet and Fanny, survive him. One son, Charles, died in childhood. Mr. Haven's tragic death, which was the result of an accident Aug. 26th, 1897, while at work on a barn, spread a gloom over the feelings of many who knew and respected him. His funeral was held at Austinville Aug. 228th, and was largely attended. His pastor, Rev. S. G. Brundage led the service, assisted By Rev. T. Mitchell. T.M. 


HICKOCK - A. Hickok

A. Hickok died on March 15, 1903 at his home near Fassett, aged about 80 years. He had been in poor health for several years and death was due to a general breaking down of the system incident to old age. He is survived by a widow and two sons, Thaddeus and Nickodemus Hickok with whom he lived. The funeral services were held in the church at Fassett on Tuesday and the remains were laid down at rest in the cemetery at Gillett. 


Alice Louise YORK

Alice Louise, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. B. York of Sylvania, died very suddenly of spinal meningitis last week Thursday at noon, aged seventeen moths. She was taken ill Wednesday evening. Funeral services were held Saturday. 


ORPHAN'S COURT

In re estate of Frank F. Griffin, W. C. Sechrist, guardian, discarged.

In re estate of Mary Hackett. W. V. Bacon, guardian, discharged

In re estate of Jacob Fries, dec'd. Executors permitted to sell 197 acres to M. H. Cowl for $18 per acre, for payment of debts.

In re estate of P. W. Wolcott. I. F. Merrill, executor, discharged.

In re estate of Dottie Fessenden, a minor. F. K. Stephens appointed guardian.

In re estate of Charles D. and John W. Peck, minors. Mrs. A. D. Osborn appoointed guardian.

In re estate of Howard Ellis, dec'd. administratrix authorized to mortgage decedent's real estate to the amount of $600 for the payment of debts.

In re estates of Ida and Ettie Waltman, minors. Charles Reed appointed guardian.

In re estates of Ida, Bessie and Frank Elliott. Private sale of real estate ordered.

In re estates of Bessie, Benjamin, Alaen, Hattie, Frederick and Albert Corson, minor children of I. J. Corson, dec'd. Benj. Kuykendall, Jr., guardian, authorized to Lucy Corson $1 per month for the support of each of said minors. 


Mr. Editor:--As always there are two sides to every question, and knowing the communication to your paper of Oct. 10 under the heading "A Pleasant Surprise," to be entirely one-sided, we would like to state some facts to the friends of Mr. and Mrs. Swain, through the columns of your paper. The article written was entirely misleading. Mrs. Swain has been in very poor health since last January, as the people who drove there that day must have known, had their interest in the family been as great as they wished to convey. The arrival of so many people without any previous intimation to Mr. and Mrs. Swain of their coming (which should have been given) completely unnerved Mrs. Swain, and she was so prostrated that her life was almost despaired of. She was so low for more than a week that she did not know her nearest friends. Such is life. Sorrow and bliss go side by side, and while the so called friends were participating in so pleasant a time at their nearest neighbor's, the son and his friends were, as it seemed for a time, standing in the presence of death. You may imagine whether he regretted his absence at the dinner at which his mother's friends regret so much his inability to be present. Does it seem possible in this Christian land that so much lack of feeling could be exhibited? If any of the number have concerned themselves about the wife enough to call and inquire if she be still living, we do not know it. Yours for fair play A. *** 
Respectfully dedicated to D. B. Hill for his Income Tax Speech.

Tax the land, tax the water, Tax the sun beams and the air. Tax creation, tax perdition, But don't tax the millionaire.

Tax the crops, tax the forest, Tax the people everywhere. Tax the school house, tax the churches, But don't tax the millionaire.

Tax the moonlight, tax the sunbeams, And the planets where they are. Tax the widow, tax the orphan, But don't tax the millionaire.

Tax the living, tax the dying, Tax their clothes, bones and hair, Tax their coffin, tax the gravestone, But don't tax the millionaire.

Tax the teacher, tax the preacher, Tax the saints though few and rare, Tax their faith and hope of heaven, But don't tax the millionaire. Chas. Muth. 


Mary's Bird.

Mary had a little bird That once was full of song. And every where that Mary went The bird went along.

She did not keep it in a cage, There was no need of that: The birdie couldn't fly away, 'T'was fastened on her hat. 


A truthful Editor.

An editor out west somewhere was converted by an evangelist who had invaded that section and brought to believe that if he ever got inside the jasper walls that surrounded the far country he must stick closely to the truth. The editor tried it for a week, then quit. Here's a sample item from the issue he got out that week: "Married-Miss Sylvia Rodes to James Carraham, last Saturday evening at the Baptist parsonage. The bride is an ordinary town girl who does not know any more than a rabbit about cooking and never helped her poor mother three days in her life. She is no beauty by any means and has a gait like a duck. The groom is well known here and is an up-to-date loafer, has been living off his folks all his life, and doesn't amount to shucks anyhow. They will have a hard life while they live together, and we hasten to extend absolutely no congratulations, for we don't believe any good can come from such a union" 


Without Ceremony

The boy sat on the tired mule, whose energy had fled. His dad according to his rule, was riding just ahead.

Yet o'er the sullen sand he wrought as bred for such a task; Till came a question that he thought he would his father ask.

"Oh, father!" But his sleepy "stock" could bear no shout like that; At Baalam's rear, with sudden shock, upon the sand he sat. Unidentified 


Pa's Prayers

One hard winter, when sickness came to the poorly paid pastor of a certain New England church. The flock determined to meet at his house and offer prayers for the speedy recovery of the sick ones and for material blessings upon the pastor's family. While one of the deacons was offering a fervent prayer for blessings upon the pastor's household, there was a loud knock at the door. When the door was opened a stout farmer boy was seen. "What do you want, boy?" asked one of the elders. "I've brought pa's prayers," replied the boy. "Brought pa's prayers? What do you mean?" "Yep, brought pa's prayers, an' they're out in the wagon. Just help me, an' we'll get 'em in." Investigation disclosed the fact that "pa's prayers" consisted of potatoes, flour, bacon, cornmeal. 


Like Gran'ma Used to Do.

I tell you what, I'm goin' back; I'm sorry 'at I came; Th' way you treat a little boy like me is jus' a shame! You shake me an' you scol' me, an' you never kiss me, too. Er ever take me on your lap, like gran'ma used to do!

Jus' 'cause I took a cooky er a spoon o' jam er so. Er try the tarts a coolin' in th' winder in a row. You whop me 'stead of' smillin', never say "take one or two," That "all sech things is made fer boys," like gran'ma used to do!

Jus' ' 'cause I ketch a chicken er teach Tabby how to swim, Er tie a string on Rover's ear an' ride aroun' on him. You jaw me 'stead o' sayin' that you "really never knew a boy so fond o' animals." Like gran'ma used to do!

Jus' 'cause I go a fishin' in th' trough behin' th' barn, An' use a cane an' button hook an' some o' yore red yarn. You shake me, 'stead o' bringin' me an apple, mebbe two. An' tellin' me to "persevere." like gran'ma used to do!

I'm goin' back tomorrow where I'm allers treated good. "Cause you don't love a little boy th' way you really should; You never gi' me nothin' nice, or call me "dearie" too, Er tell me I'm a "comfort," like gran'ma used to do! ---Francis W. Sterns. 


T. M. Eastwood We read, in words of holy writ that once in days of old A little lad a message brought unto a warrior bold; He knew not when the arrow sped, and after it he ran, That for his master and a friend he perfected a plan.

Ah, often doth it happen here that what we do unthought Becomes a means in hand divine by which deeds are wrought; Within our strange mysterious life, there worketh a decree: Its limits, seeming here or there, affects eternity.

A gentle word drops from the lips, a tear starts from the eyes, A little deed of love performed, a pleasant glad surprise; But little things, but who can tell where God's appointed ways Shall send such ministries as these through all the coming days.

When every tangled thread of life is gathered up on high, And we shall see the meaning clear, of every joy and sigh; When we have passed beyond the earth within the eternal blue, It will then appear that noble souls wrought better than they knew.

THREE THINGS

Three things to fight for---Honor, Country, and home. Three things to love---Courage, gentleness, and affection. Three things to think about---Life, death, and eternity. Three things to govern---Temper, tongue, and conduct. Three things to delight in---Frankness, freedom, and beauty. Three things to hate---Cruelty, arrogance, and ingratitude. Three things to avoid---Rudeness, untruth, and flippant jesting. Three things to wish for---Health, friends, and a cheerful spirit.

GROWING OLD

They call it "going down the hill" when we are growing old, and speak with mournful accents when our tale is nearly told: they sigh when talking of the past, the days that used to be, as if the future were not bright with immortality.

But it is not going down; 'tis climbing high and higher, Until we almost see the mountain that our souls desire; For if the natural eye grow dim, it is but dim to earth; While the eye of faith grows keener to discern the Savior's worth.

Who would exchange for shooting blade the waving golden grain; Or when the corn is fully ripe, would wish it green again? And who would wish the hoary head, found in the way of truth, To be again encircled with the sunny locks of youth?

For though, in truth, the outward man must perish and decay, The inward man shall be renewed by grace from day to day; Those who are planted by the Lord, un-shaken in their root, Shall in their old age flourish, and bring forth the choicest fruit.

It is not years that make men old: the spirit may be young, Though fully threescore-years-and-ten the wheels of life have run. God has himself recorded in his blessed word of truth That they who wait upon the Lord they shall e'en renew their youth.

And when the eye, now dim, shall open to behold the King, And ears now dull with age shall hear the harps of heaven ring, And on the head now hoary shall be placed the crown of gold, Then shall be known the lasting joy of never growing old. Evangelist, ? 


On Grandpa's Farm.

Oh, don't you know the fun on grandpa's farm? For grandpa says : "Let'em; it ain't no harm;" An' Cousin Rod leads us and cries; "Here goes!" An' mamma-she just says, "Such clothes."

We've a Crusoe's Island an' robber's cave. An' Tower of London, an' don't you know. When one of us wants to let on he's brave, He crawls under the sawmill, scared and slow?

Oh, you don't know half the fun out there! For grandpa he never tells us, "Take care!" And cousin Rob laughs, an' says to "Carouse? An' mamma, you see, is off in the house.

We fish in the brooks and play in the sands, An' try to catch tadpoles out of the springs; We hide in the bushes like Injun bands. An' fight with the hornets and get their stings.

Oh there's plenty of fun on grandpa's place! For grandpa-he says: "Now scoot on a race!" An' Cousin Rob grins an' says: "There she blows!" An' mamma, she only just says: "Such clothes!" --Our Little folks Magazine 


An Adventure

Three smart young men and three nice girls-- All lovers true as steel-- Decided, in a friendly way, To spend the day awheel. They started in the early morn, And nothing seemed amiss, And when they reached the leafy lanes They in like Rode twos this!

They wandered by the verdant dale, Beside the rippling rill; The sun shone brightly all the while; They heard the songbird's trill. They sped through many a woodland glade, The world was full of bliss-- And when they rested in the shade Theysat intwos likethis

The sun went down and evening came, A lot too soon, they said: Too long they tarried on the way, The clouds grew black o'erhead. Down dashed the rain! They homeward flew, Till one unlucky miss Slipped sideways--Crash! Great Scott! The lot Wereallmixeduplikethis! 


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