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september 6, 1889

Attendants at the Methodist church last Sunday morning were made unexpected witnesses of one of the most pleasant social events it has ever been the RECORD’S pleasure to record. While the large congregation, standing, was singing the last verse of the closing hymn, the pastor. Rev. S.H. Enyeart, quietly left the pulpit and walked around the front of the altar. And, at the same time, Mr. B.C. Hastings, Business Manager of this paper, and Miss Jessie Dickerson (our better half’s sister) walked down the aisle and entering the chancel, faced the preacher and audience, and were made man and wife almost before some of the surprised spectators realized what was being done.

Work at the brick yard progresses vigorously.

The first “cold wave” of the season struck us Wednesday afternoon, accompanied by a drizzling rain.

Will Collins, one of Fairplay’s rustling farmers, and a mighty clever fellow, besides, called on us last week. He says there is about two hundred acres of corn on his place, and he believes it will yield ten thousand bushels.

A wealthy old codger, eighty-odd years of age, has been in Marion the past week, hunting a wife. Marion is the place to come for a real sweet, good wife—if you are not too old. But our girls draw a line at eighty.

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