Married in Haste

Roanoke Beacon – 20 Jun 1899

On Friday evening shortly after six o’clock, Mr. James COLLINS and Miss Hattie WILLIAMS of Roper, drove into our town and stopped at the residence of Mr. S.W. BEASLEY, announcing as they entered that they were going to be married.  A messenger soon returned with the license and Justice J.P. HILLIARD, and the ceremony was hurriedly performed making them man and wife.  

The bride is the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H.J. WILLIAMS, of Roper, and one of the acknowledged belles of Washington county.  The groom is one of the most popular of Washington county boys, and holds a responsbile position with the Roper Lumber Co., at Belhaven, to which place they returned on Saturday to make their future home.  

The Beacon extends happy congratulations and best wishes for future happiness.  While they were “married in haste,” may they never repent, even at leisure.

Beacon Flashes – 10 Jan 1890

Beacon Flashes
January 10, 1890
pg. 2

  • Mr. Geo Houston is the happy man – it’s a girl.
  • Mr. R. L. Williams, of Roper, gave us a call on yesterday.
  • Mr. S. M. Whaley made a short visit to Norfolk this week.
  • Miss Belle Fagan is visiting Miss Pattie Williams at Roper.
  • Mr. J. F. Jackson has opened a bar on Washington street.
  • Miss Adelia Skittlethorpe has returned from a visit to Creswell.
  • Hon. J. L. Howell, Mayor of Creswell, was in the city this week.
  • Dr. B. F. Hallsey and wife, of Roper, were in the city yesterday.
  • Miss Carrie Hilliard, is visiting her sister, Mrs. W. T. Spruill, at Roper.
  • Miss Ida Woodley, of Creswell, is the guest of Miss Adelia Skittlethorpe
  • Miss Nellie Chesson, of Roper, was the guest of Miss Lizzle Goelet this week.
  • Mr. Geo. Houston gathered ripe straw berries from his garden from his garden on Wednesday.
  • Mr. Johnnie Whaley filed the pulpit at Ware’s Chapel on Sunday afternoon last.
  • Messrs. Charles Everett and William Ausbon of Palmyra, were in the city this week.
  • Master Willie Bowen, formerly with R. Schultz & Co., has accepted a position with W. H. Hampton, as salesman.
  • Dr. H. P. Murray, wife and children are visiting in Wilmington, N.C., as the guests of the doctor’s parents.
  • Mr. and Mrs. B. F. Owens spent the past week in Baltimore as the guests of their daughter, Mrs. J. W. Reed.
  • Miss Mamie DeCromia is again honoring our city with her presence. She is the guest of her sister, Mrs. H. Peal.
  • Messr. J. H., E. R. and Robert Ausbon, of Scotland Neck, have been visiting relatives in the city for the past week.
  • We notice that needed improvements is being made on the residence of Mrs. Annie Walker, on Third street.
  • Mr. James Harrison has moved his family from the country to town, and is occupying one of the Jackson houses on Main street.
  • Misses Annie and May Whaley, and Mr. Johnnie Whaley left Monday morning to resume their studies at the Western Maryland College.
  • Mr. Edward Crocket, who has been on a visit to his aunt, Mrs. P. V. Clark, for the past week, returned to his house in Norfolk on yesterday.
  • Mr. Haywood Davenport, formerly of this place, but now of Brunswick, Ga., is visiting her sister, Mrs. Laura Latham, at Latham House.
  • Rev. William Pettigrew, who has been visiting relatives in Plymouth for the past week, left on the 6 o’clock train this morning for his home in Ridgeway.
  • Bishop A. A. Watson held services in Grace church on Thursday night of last week, at which time Mrs. W. H. Hampton and Mr. J. E. Davenport were confirmed.

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Flipp – 8 Nov 1889

“Flipp”
[…] Norfolk and is Arrested — Comes Home and Has A Round With Some of Our Business Men and Sees a Clerk Disfigured.
November 8, 1889

Mr. Editor: Boarding the beautiful steamer Plymouth on Wednesday morning of last week at 10 o’clock, accompanied by “that wife of mine,” we were soon steaming down the placid stream for the Edenton Fair. After a run of forty minutes we passed the light house and were out upon the glittering bosom of the Albemarle sound, the steamer, held steady by the strong arm of the man at the wheel, Capt. Williams, who has no equal as a commanding officer, glided over the white capped waves with as much grace as the swan. After a steady run of some fifty minutes we entered Edenton Bay, as pretty a sheet of water as can be found in the State.

At last, after an hour and fifty minutes spent most pleasantly on board the steamer we were landed safe at Edenton. We were at once escorted to the Bay View hack and were driven through the streets of that old historic town at a break neck speed up to the Bay View where we were met by that courteous proprietor, John Bonner. After partaking of a first-class dinner we went out to the Fair ground where everybody seemed to be having a good time. Leaving “that wife of mine” in the care of some friends I walked around to the stables to see the stock, there I met Mr. James B. Waters, the man who has few equals as a horse trainer, he told me he was going to pull the strings over “Gypsy Blair” in the next race, I told him at once that I had $50 to loose on her, some man near by took up the bet, so while he bet on another horse I pinned my faith and cash to “Gypsy Blair” and the result was this, I got the $50. The owner of the trotter, Mr. L. L. Newberry, said I ought to “divy” but I failed to see the point.

Well the fair was a grand success and everybody left satisfied, except “that wife of mine,” she wanted me to buy her a race horse, I refused of course and told her to go home, buy Jim Midgett’s steer and a side saddle and have her own time. One of the most creditable features of this occasion was the fact that the Plymouth and Edenton boys met and parted without a fight or even a cross word and it is the first time for years. I hope the old annimosity that has existed so long has passed into the forggotten future never again to be remembered by either town.

Well, I parted with “that wife of mine” she returned home and I boarded the N. 8 Train for Norfolk, arriving at that city I went at once to the Percel House where I remained all night, next morning I called on Mr. T. A. Perry, of the Perry Manufactoring Company, I found him to be the same old easy Perry we all use to know and like so well while in this town. Mr. Perry told me that his business was good and he had every encouragement of a future success. In the office I found his son Nelson, better known to our people as “Little Perry,” he is not much larger than when he left here, he asked me about his old chum, Charlie Jackson, and others of our citizen, who he said, use to take him for a play thing. I spent the time quite pleasant until on my way to the hotel at night, a man tried to take all the side walk, and I, with all the dignity of a Plymouthian, tried to break a few of his ribs and as he roled in the gutter I intended to prepare a job for the dentist, by knocking a few of his teeth down his throat when a policeman asked me to take a walk with him, and I think I would have spent the night in the station house but Bill Harrison came up and told the policeman that I was a good fellow and only wanted to start, within myself, a house of correction for the young man in the gutter, then the man that wore the blue and brass said I could go. I and Mr. Harrison walked down to the hotel, I thanked him for getting me out of trouble and he left me.

I spent Sunday very quietly and was glad to see Monday come, when I again boarded the train for home where I arrived O.K. On looking around town the next day, to see what had happened since I left, I found that Sam Beasley had traded horses twice, the first time he got a gray horse and the next time he got a horse that he has to go to the corner of a street to turn round he is so long sided.

On my round I stepped into the oyster saloon of Robt. Wright here I was served to oysters in the finest style. There were lots of customers in there and I could not get on to his popularity until I saw his ad in the Beacon, then I “caught on.”

On going to my wardrobe this Wednesday morning to look for my old clothes I failed to find them, but in their place hung as I thought new ones, but “that wife of mine” informed me that she had […] the clothes cleaner, at work on them. Well, I doned a suit of them and went down to see Mr. Dan Garrett, the popular manager of Geo. E. Stevenson’s Food Store. I found him just as busy as if he had to sell all the corn, hay, and meal that was to be sold in town, while his clerk, Herbert Hooker, was equally busy, selling groceries of which they carry a large stock. After taking a look at that beautiful sign you spoke of last week I walked on down the street. On passing the Kentucky Stables I heard something fall, on looking in there was a certain young dry goods clerk pulling himself up off the floor looking like a cyclone had struck him. I could not imagine what had happened until he limped out with his pants torn in the mos conspicious places, saying something about the d–n goat, then I knew he had been fooling with one of those “royal bumpers.” If you are anxious to know who this clerk is, just walk in Hornthal’s dry goods store and yell “goats” and then see which of his clerks makes for the back door.” — “Flipp”