The Alliance Herald

CANTON.
Emmet Johnson expects to thresh this week.
Mrs. Miller spent Sunday visiting with Mr. Boyer's family.
Mr. Ashbrook was dehorning cattle on the river last Saturday.
The Sheldon boys have recently finished a deep well for Mr. Sloan.
Will Nicholson was a caller at Mrs. Miller's one day last week.
Charlie Hizer has a boil - and he's no near relative of Job's either.
Friend Stagg has been laid up for a couple of weeks with rheumatism.
Garfield Ball has begun work on his 200 or 300 foot well and expects soon to move onto his place.
John Ryan made a trip to Hemingford last week, preparatory to the farming he expects to do this spring.
A new steam plow was unloaded from a Northwestern train at Andrews last week and is working this way.
Walter Scott, the man with a face like the full moon, bought 10 or 12 milch cows and is planning to sell cream this summer.
Rollie Shetler has leased the Nicholson quarters north of Mr. Boyer's, for three years and is doing some fencing on the same.
Robt. Spoon attended the Peltz sale north of town Tuesday. Mr. Spoon is going into the cow business, having recently purchased five cows. He lost a calf last week.
Rev. Boyer, the farmer-preacher, preached in the school house Sunday and wound some of those present up on bible questions. He lost no time or breath telling the people what he thought of the neighborhood dance.
Arthur Akers, a young man from Missouri and a nephew of John Ryan's came last week and is looking for a homestead. Mr. Akers is a young fellow of sterling character and just such a one as we need in this neighborhood.
A. M. Leathers and wife are two additions to the Missouri ranks in this neighborhood during the last two weeks, having purchased the relinquishment on a section of land near Curly. They are now working near Hemingford.
A. D. Weir made a trip into the Warren neighborhood Friday to see about getting a well drilled on his place. He returned home Saturday by way of Octave Harris and the Pine Ridge, where he bought a large mare. Weir intends putting in a crop this spring.
Mr. Thorp took a load of Sioux county potatoes to Hemingford last week. Mr. Thorp's potatoes yielded 100 bushels per acre. He has the reputation of being the most successful gardener in this part of the country and has proven the cry of 'too dry' and 'you can't raise anything in this country' to be absurdly false.
Mr. Sheldon Sr., was in Alliance Monday and Tuesday of last week and drove to his home three miles west of Canton in less than six hours, a distance of over 40 miles. He brought A. D. Weir up from Alliance with him and now accuses Mr. Weir of having had a bottle with him. At any rate Mr. Sheldon was laid up for repairs next day.
The citizens of Marsland have organized a telephone company and have arranged to run a substantial high line up the river to Octave Harris' and eventually to Harrison. Our neighborhood phone company have been invited to run a line north to the river and there attach to the Marsland high line, with special inducement to do so and are considering the matter.
Some of our neighbors got tangled up with the wrong telephone company last week and for a few hours there was something doing on the Hicky-Nicholson line. With some cutting and slashing of wires and a good lot of neighborly (?) hair pulling over the phone line (of course) the indiscriminate 'butting in' was cut out and they say, the president of the Homestead company can't talk to anyone now. Silent is his phone.
The dance at John Hicky's, given in honor of the marriage of his daughter Mary to Fred Davison was one of the most pleasing society events of the year in this neighborhood and was very largely attended by young and old of the many friends of Miss Mary, whose life and personality have won for her the confidence and esteem of a great circle of neighbors and friends from far and near. Guests were present from up and down the river for 15 miles or more, from Alliance, Marsland, Hemingford, Canton, and - well, they didn't 'go home till morning' and 'tis said a crowd from Marsland or some other place equally near to - the place from which we never return, went home singing 'Jesus Lover of My Soul'.