Eugene Cash Marries Miss Golden

   Mr. Eugene Cash and Miss Emma Golden were united in marriage
on last Sunday at the home of the bride near DeGray, Rev. C. H.
Montgomery officiating.
   Both parties are from well known families.  Eugene is a steady and
reliable young man, and though he has traveled extensively and seen a
great deal of the world he is now making a success of farming on his place
on the Caddo.  The bride is a half sister to Mrs. James H. Abraham and is
thought a great deal of by those who know her.

   Before our company of volunteers left Little Rock, Messrs. J. L. McNutt
and J. W. Wilson went around the city and solicited subscription with which
to buy a flag for the company.  They succeeded well, but were delayed
considerably in getting the flag, so that it was sent to them at Chickamauga.
The flag is a very handsome one, costing $50.00.  It was made of silk and
embroidered on it were the words, "Company H., First Arkansas Regiment."
The following letters are in regard to its reception by the boys:

                                    Arkadelphia Ark., June 6th, '98.
                                                       CAPT. ALBERT B. MOORE,
                                                          Co. H. 1st. Arkansas Vol.
                                                                           Lytle, Ga.

Dear Sir:  We are sending to you by prepaid express the flag ordered many
weeks ago.  We regret that it did not arrive in time to present to you before
leaving Camp Dodge.
   In the name of the remaining patriots of Arkadelphia, in the name of her fair
daughters, and last but not least, in the name of the gray haired mothers whose
prayers are ever going up to God for their brave boys, we present you with this
flag.  We know you will ever cherish and defend.  We know you will not be as
the dum driven cattle but will prove heroes in the strife, and when Moor has
fallen may the flag borne by Co. H. 1st. Arkansas be the first to be planted
over her ruins without the loss of a man is the sincere wish of the donors.
                                                                         Yours &c.
                                                                            J. L. MCNUTT.
                                                                                                     J. W. Wilson.

Camp Thomas, Ga.,  June 11, '98
  To Messrs Wilson and McNutt:
     Arkadelphia, Ark.

Gentlemen:  The flag presented to our company by our friends at Arkadelphia,
arrived safely on the 9th inst.
   It now floats over Capt. Moore's tent and wherever Co. H. pitches its quarters
during the present unpleasantness, you may feel sure that your generous gift
will be there too.
   Tell our friend that we thank you one and all far more than our weak works
can say.
   Aught more would be idle, so good bye and God be with you till we meet again.
                                                                            CAPT. A. B. MOORE
                                                                                                             On behalf of Co. H.

   Sunday night at 8 o'clock, Rev. Hitt, of Prescott, at the residence of the bride's
parents, in Richwoods joined in marriage Mr. R. S. Rutledge and Miss
Cordelia Deaton.  After congratulations by the many friends of the popular
young pair, those present were invited to partake of a bounteous supper of good
things.  Monday an infair dinner was tendered to the happy couple and their
friends at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. S. N. Studdard, where plenty and
pleasure reigned.  After which an enjoyable afternoon was spent in singing and
social conversation.
   Many valuable and useful presents were received by the bride and groom, with
universal wishes for long life and happiness.
   The groom is a grandson of R. P. Phillips and a nephew of W. P. Phillips, of
Arkadelphia, Mrs. J. M. Phillips of Bryant, Dr. and Mrs. R. Y. Phillip and
daughter, of Malvern, were among the guests of the happy occasion.

Arkadelphia, Arkadelphia, we're waiting to plant it
  Where 'twill wave for freedom all over the world;
Arkadelphia, Mavourneen, pray the Father to grant it.
  Our hands may not falter when its folds are unfurled.

'Tis your gift to us that others may get it:
  Go ask the breezes by Ouachita's braes
Will we carry it so that none will regret it?
  Will we bear it uprightly 'neath Liberty's rays?

Not for us to answer, our duty's to do it,
  Not for us to promise resolutions untried,
But for you to wait and see if you rue it.
  That you gave us a flag for which heroes have died.

So au revoir, loved ones, no long farewell be it.
  We'll bring back your token with never a flaw,
Waving as now may all of you see it
  Over Company H. of the 1st Arkansaw.
                                           WILL GARLAND
                                                                         Co. H.
Dedicated to Arkadelphia.
                6 - 11 - 98.

    At the First Baptist Church, Arkadelphia, Ark., Mr. T. F. Callaway and
Miss Mattie Moore were united in marriage, May 12th '98.  Dr. E. B.
Miller performing the  ceremoney.
   The bride elect being the eldest of three fair daughters of Mr. and Mrs.
George Moore was resplendent in white satin and the sheerest of white
organdie.  The gauzy veil scarcely dimming the brilliancy of her dark eyes as
she walked with such womanly sweetness beside her chosen companion.
   The church was beautifully decorated under the artistic hands of Mesdames
S. R. McNutt and C. E. Neely, and was filled with expectant guests, having
been ushered in by Messrs. Milton Hall and Charles McClure, long before
the hour arrived for the ceremony.
   At last "Oh Promise Me" was voiced forth in the lovely cadence of Miss
Lottie Neeley's pure soprano, accompanied on the organ by Miss Lena Heard
whose hand gives no uncertain sound.
   How our pulsing heart-beats quickened as the gentlemen and maids of honor
came down the aisles to the alter.  The exquisitely soft and varying colors of
the bried's maids attire reminding us of a long ago promise of God.  Then
came the radiant bride and happy groom.
   "Twain selves to be as one
      To-morrow's rising sun
      Life's united pilgrimage begun."
   Dr. Miller with his wonted grace pronounced a beautiful ceremony, after
which La petite Miss Georgie Bell, maid of honor, and sister to the bride,
lifted the bridal veil, and the bride elect looked upon us a happy wife.
   Preceded by the little flower girls Misses Lucile Moore and Sudie McClure,
who had innocently and silently as the stars shine, added beauty and interest
to this lovely scene, passed out followed by the groomsmen, six of
Arkadelphia's bravest knights leading six of her fairest girls, thus, Messrs.
Eugene Barkman, J. B. Thomas, W. L. Kingsburry, Jo Hardage, Geo. Locke,
Neil Sloan, Misses Georgia Belle Moore, Minnie Purifoy, Doll Crow, Blanche
Williamson, Anna Lumpkin, and Lute Hall, ushered by Messrs. Carl
McDaniel and C. L. Brown....

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                            CAPT. W. P. ROSS, AT HIS HOME
                                  IN OKOLONA, ARKANSAS
                                        April 13, 1991. (Error)

   Death, the great silent friend of the weary and pain ridden soul claims
another accession to his silent majority.
   He seldom shows us the wisdom or asks our consent to his choices in
the selection of his comrades, but with calm demeanor and unchangeable
purpose, he unfolds the dark door and beckons our loved ones to the
unknown land.
   This time he claims one of our most honored and beloved citizens; one
whose good deeds and kind benevolence has endeared him not only to
the people of Okolona and surrounding country, but to the entire people
of Clark county.  Death has added one of the oldest and most respected
names of Clark county to his roll, and in no land or country could he
claim a better, more esteemed, benevolent, honorable and public
spirited citizen.
   How deeply it pains us to chronicle the death of Capt. W. P. Ross,
is not in our power to express.  We have known him for years, and
knowing him as we do, we feel that there is nothing too good to be said
of him.
   For the last four or five years his patient sufferings have been the
concern of our whole people; and while not wholely unexpected, yet
comeing as it did within an hour and half after seeing him on our streets,
was a shock that startled our whole town.
   Sunday afternoon a beautiful and impressive service was held at the
old homestead, after which his remains was followed to the family
burying ground by the largest concourse of people ever called to attend
such services at that place.
   Reverently and tenderly they laid him away to await the summons of
the Great Judge.  May the God who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb
who watches the fall of the little sparrows, comfort the devoted wife, who
feels so keenly this sad affliction.  May his tender mercies surround the
fatherless children and lead them in the paths of peace.
   There is a land where there is no pain or sorrow, where there is no
anxiety for the suffering father, who in affliction awaits the summons of
death.  To this home he has been called, and now awaits the gathering
of wife and children.  There in the home nest not made with hands, he
watches and waits for the judgement morn of God.
                                                                         A FRIEND.

   Last Saturday evening the news of the death of Capt. W. P. Ross, of
Okalona, was telephoned over here to relatives and friends.  Quite a large
number went over to attend the burial, among them being his daughter,
Mrs. R. Thomasson, his sister, Mrs. T. P. Trigg, accompanied by their
husbands, and T. A. and Neil Sloan.  Death came to Capt. Ross, in the
twinkling of an eye, as he sat in a chair at his home reading.  He has been
in feeble health for over five years, and only recently suffered a severe
fracture of his hip by a fall, but for the past week he had seemed to be
gaining strength, and on the morning of his death had been around on the
streets of Okolona, and after his dinner sat down to rest and to read, and
as he read the death angel came and called to him, and he answered the
call without a perceptible struggle.
   Capt. Ross was 54 years of age, and has been a prominent citizen of
Clark county all of his life, a most excellent man, upright in all things, ever
mindful of his fellomen, he had none but friends among all who knew him.
At his home he was a kind and loving husband and father, and there his
character shown brightest.  He leaves a wife, three daughters and three
sons, and their home is indeed a house of sorrow.  May the Ruler of all
things bring comfort to their hearts.

   Our citizens were shocked on Saturday evening, upon hearing of the very
sudden death of Mrs. Anna Harris, which occurred at her residence in
this city, about three o'clock.  Mrs. Harris had been complaining for
several days of being unwell, but not in any way dangerously sick, and she
died very suddenly, which was supposed to be from a stroke of paralysis.
   Mrs. Harris was the daughter of the late Col. Kimbrough Jones, one of
the early settlers of Clark county, and was the widow of the Hon. Ed
Harris and a cousin of Ex-Senator Jas. K. Jones.  She was raised in this
county, and for several years, had resided in this city, where she lived
rather a quiet and secluded life, with no one living with her only another
lady.
   Funeral services were held Sunday evening, at 3 o'clock, at her
residence, being conducted by Rev. J. A. B. Fry, pastor of the Methodist
church, of which she was a member and her remains were interred in Rose
Hill Cemetery.

   Since our last issue, one of Arkadelphia's oldest and most highly honored
citizens has departed this life, and gone into that unknown realm, whence no
traveler 'ere returns.
   Mr. C. L. Thomas, Sr., died at his home here, on Thursday afternoon,
Dec. 21, at about 2 o'clock.  He had been afflicted for several years with a
kidney trouble, and though the disease assumed all the forms possible, and
inflicted upon the man all kinds of tortures, he bore up patiently under this
affliction, and with the intervals of confinement to his bed was able to be out
among us and to go to his place of business until just about a week before
his death.  This last confinement it was thought by his friends would be his
last and the summons by the death angel was not unexpected.
   In the death of Logan Thomas, our city loses one of its oldest citizens.
He was born in Richmond county, North Carolina, and came to this county
in 1866, where he has lived ever since.  He was honest, honorable and
upright, true to his convictions and sincere in friendship.  Quiet and
unassuming in his way, he was thought well of by all with whom he came in
contact.  Certainly one who has suffered so patiently in this life deserves
reward in the Great Beyond, and knowing the character of the man in life,
we believe that the rewards are his.
   He leaves a wife and two children, Leroy and Miss Eugenia, to whom we
extend our sincere condolence.

   In this city, Friday night, May 2, 1902, after two weeks illness with pneumonia,
Addison Dawson in the 44th year of his age.  He was born and raised in this
county and was one of her best citizens.  He leaves a wife and four children and
two brothers and one sister, with many relatives and friends to mourn his loss.
He was interred Saturday, funeral services being conducted by Rev. J. K. Pace.

   Sallie Coleman Jones was born July 23, 1858 and died Sept. 23, 1905.
   She was the mother of thirteen children, five of whom survive her viz:
Mr. Tena Wingfield, Mrs. Carry Daniels, Mrs. Pearl Gates, Jesse Wingfield
and Miss Beartha Wingfield. - All of them, her mother and one brother, Mr.
L. A. Randle, were with her at death.
   She joined the Baptist church, at South Fork, when she was sixteen years
old, and had been a faithful member since.
   She and Joseph Madison Wingfield were married Dec. 6, 1876.  She was
left a widow May 5, 1897.  She was married March the 11, 190? to Levi
Jones, who died Feb. 13, 1902.
   She left an aged mother, Mrs. M. H. Randle, one sister, Mrs. R. P.
Rawlins, of San Angelo, Texas, four brothers, L. A. Randle, of Okolona,
J. B. Randle, of Gurdon, M. B. Randle, of Sumter, South Carolina and E. T.
Randle, of Spokane, Washington.

"Gone home! Gone home! She lingers here no longer
A restless pilgrim, walking painfully, with homesick longing.
Daily growing stronger and yearning visions of the joys to be.

Gone home! Gone home! Her earnest, active spirit,
Her very playfullness, her heart of love! The heavenly mansion
Now she doth inherit, which Christ made ready ere she went above."

   A fatal accident occurred in our city at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon of
Christmas Day, by which Frank Saunders, seventeen year-old son of the
late J. C. Saunders was shot by his half-brother, Duncan McDonald, who is
ten years old.
   It was a most deplorable accident and is regretted by all of our people, yet
it was such an accident as could have happened to any one under the
circumstances and no blame is attached to any of the parties.
   The boys had been hunting together many times before, and both
understood the use of fire-arms.  Each had saved up his money to buy
himself a gun and the younger boy had just gotten his new shot gun that
morning.  They had been out hunting all the morning being accompanied by
their father Mr. E. C. McDonald, and when after dinner they insisted upon
going again Mr. McDonald finally consented to go with them.  They had
only gotten to the hill north of Henderson College athletic grounds, hardly
out side the city limits, when the accident occurred.
   In order to get beyond the range of parties shooting at a target Mr.
McDonald hurried on, thinking that the boys were close behind him, and was
consequently about thirty yards ahead when the accident occurred.  He had
told the boys not to load until they reached a certain place, but Duncan had
stopped to load and Frank, not realizing any danger, walked around and was
about ten feet in front of the gun while the young brother was occupied with
loading.  Though the gun was a hammerless, the discharge was not because
of this for the gun went off when Duncan closed the breech, and the accident
is attributed to a defective shell.  The entire charge struck the elder boy in
the hip and passing through the bowels ___ the skin.

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