May 22, 1895: Last Wednesday afternoon, May 15th, the relatives and a few intimate friends wended their way to the residence of Mr. J.T. Wood to witness the marriage of his eldest daughter, Anna, to Mr. Jeff Dishongh, of Tillar, Ark. Outside the sun shone bright and warm, and all nature seemed in harmony with the young couple who were to soon start out on the voyage of life together. Within loving and willing hands had made every thing look gay and refreshing with many hued flowers and evergreens. Promptly at 2 o'clock the attendants, Miss Phenton Wells, of this place and Mr. Will Harrell of Selma, entered the parlor and took their places, followed by Mr. Dishongh and his son-to-be bride. Rev. Mr. Wood, grandfather of the bride, stepped forward and in a few impressive and touching words, made them husband and wife. The bride never looked fairer or more noble than when promising to love, honor, and obey the chosen one at her side. After many hearty congratulations and good whishes ha! d been expressed, they left for Selma where they were entertained by Mrs. Harrell, a sister of the goom. Mr. and Mrs. Dishongh will reside in Tillar, Ark., wher he is a successful business man, and has a home prepared already, for the prize he has won. They were the recepients of many handsome and useful presents. A host of friends wish for htem a long and happy life together. Capt. and Mrs. W.H. Isom, of Selma, were in the city yesterday. Dr. A.S.J. Collins, of Tyro, was in the city yesterday. Miss Elle Jackson, left this morning for Little Rock and Pine Bluff, where she will visit relatives and friends. She will also visit relatives in Tennessee and friends in Georgia before her return to this city. The other day Marshal Hammock and Mr. Harry Hankins were returning to town after a run out in the suburbs and thereby hangs a tale with a funny face. Just this side of the McQuiston place is a long, slanting hill, and at the bottom of that hill is a bridge, and under that bridge is a branch, and in that branch is a lot of mud and water. Oh awkward fact! But to proceed with our tale. Mr. Hankins was coming down that hill toward that bridge and branch and mud and water at a pace that put the record-breaker in danger. He arrived at the bridge all O.K. but got no further likewise. His wheel got stubborn, yanked itself to one side and zip! into the branch and mud and water it plunged with a maniacal chuckle. Of course Mr. H. went with it and that's why Mr. Hammock had to come to town for a lot of dry goods while Mr. H. converted the underbrush into a dressing room. Jann Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com