Haw Point October 5, 1901
1. The telephone line under way of construction from Eunice
to Opelousas has reached this place and if working by fits and spurts will
complete it, it will be completed before we are many years older.
2. Judge Dejean went to Opelousas Monday. There was a fire
in town and the way he did jerk that hose around was a caution. He was here
and there giving orders to those excited firemen and a casual observer would
have concluded at once that this was a man who had been cradled on a hook and
ladder truck since babyhood, breathing the fumes of a fire engine through a
fireman’s trumpet and reared at the nozzle’s point.
3. Mr. Noel Olivier is in trouble. He has troubles of his
own, so you need not think them yours. He has a patch of fine cane and while
calculating on selling it in the field and realizing a handsome sum without any
bother. But some chaps have been sneaking into his cane patch at night and the
next morning the fresh stubbles tell the old, old story ever new. One of these
nights he is going to lay for those rascals and then there’ll be a warm time in
the cane patch. Come along, come along, get your old rusty gun, and we’ll cook
the thevin’ fellows to a done, done done.
- Last Wednesday a week ago, there was a solembized and
jovialized a nupitial that equaled any brilliant affair of the sort that
has ever occurred in this community before. Mr. Eugene Cormier and Miss
Amelia Thibodeaux were the contracting parties and a happier, more
congenial pair never swore allegiance to Hymen than this young couple as
they stood at the marriage alter in their youthful bloom and health;
endowed with those amiable qualities that have perpetuated the marriage
bond since cupid first drew his bow. The future seems to hold for them
eternal sunshine through which no cloud would ever drift as they pursue
their happy journey to the end of time. Each seemed to realize the
solemnity of the moment as hand in hand they stood with flushed cheeks and
heaving bosom and listened to the sublime benediction, “Those whom God has
united let no man put asunder.” It is not very often that Cupid unslings
his bow in these “diggin’s,” but when he does and lets fly he shatters the
billet and a ragged hole is made that is hard to heal. He struck a young
book agent from Bellevue the other day who was canvassing around here for
“The Life of William McKinley.” He forgot all about “The Life of William
McKinley: and camped down here for a week. Every evening he hit the road for
Church Point and there as the shadows lengthened and darkness mantled the
world; his forlorn animal could be seen pawing at the flies and dreamily
rousing its ears every now and then to a parrot’s musical “Polly wants a
bisquit.”
Rubin
October
26, 1901
Mr. Alexson Armie, of
Iota, passed through this community on Monday. Mr. A has been in Opelousas
attending a horse stealing case in which he was a witness. One chap sold a
horse to another chap that belonged to a third chap, without the consent or
knowledge of chap number three.
Mr. Nathan O’Pry is about to ring
the wedding gongs. It has been announced that he is going to soar out over the
sea of matrimony, in other words he and another are contemplating tieing a knot
with their tongues that cannot be untied with their teeth. The affair promises
to be a brilliant event in Haw Point history. We congratulate in advance the
young people and hope that the doors and windows will be so closed that trouble
cannot enter nor love depart.
Mr. Budreau, of whom I once made
mention as being an all-round fellow at chief-cooking over a refreshment stand,
went to Opelousas one day last week with a bale of cotton. He failed to return
and now we are in sack cloth and ashes for “the days go like a shadow o’er the
heart” and our still missing citizen returns not to his native health. Still
his fireside is lonely and his board is surrounded by tearful ones who, as the
old clock on the mantle ticks the hours away, wonder “where is the wandering
boy tonight.”
Mr. Landry (Haw Point Landry) was
attending business in Church Point several days since. He indulged too freely
and sat himself down in the good judge’s office to compose himself e’er he go
home and face his better half. With his head bowed on his manly bosom and his
hat on the back of his head he dozed and snoozed all evening. An army of flies
busing around his head and strangers staring in open-eyed wonderment.
