Willis Correspondence

Th Patriotic social at Charles Thompson's on Wednesday evening of last week for the benefit of the M. E. church was a gathering in the gems af thought that the poets have iramortalzed since the American eagle grced the emblem of the free, and the Wiüis choir rehearsed them in the sounding chambers of the pulsirig, throbbing hearts of the auditors whuse thoughts were in keeeping wiht the spirit of war. The speech oí Rev. C. T. Allen was characteristic of the man. He inlnistered to the spirit of Patriotism with all the fervor of his devotional nature. He outlined in reminiscence the horrors of the civil war and depicted the stirring scènes of that eventful period that gave to the nation a broader liberty and a grander conception of humanity for whieh patriots died and héroes won undying fame. In warming1 himself by a flre of his own kindling he emphasizid anew the grandeurs and glory of a united people, whose war cry in the present struggle is liberty or death. His peroration to the stars and stripes was Allen in quest of the highest and best that Old Glory suggested to a mind thus impressed. The entertainment at the Maceabee hall last week. given by the Tent and the Hive was helpful to the fun-loving whose dimes fllled the coffers of the, craft that, as caretakers of the rights of brotherhood, have won for themselves the lasting gratitude of the unfortunate in their ranks. AIis. Brown and her daughter, Annie, are vlsiting at D. W. Potter's. They reside in Milan. The Rev. Howard Moore and wiLe, of the Denomination of Friends, are visiting in this locality. Hazelton and Cook will be at Willis on and after June 27 for the purchase of the farmer's incoming crops. Bert Youngs shipped to Willis three car loads of threshing coal. He is selling the farmers at $3.50 a ton. Mrs. Will Dawson and her twin boys, of Detroit, are entertaining the family of Michael Dawson this week. The rain that beat down the wheat to its parched roots was a treat and it plain that the withered leaves that sighed for growth were satisfied. Loss was gain. MUSING-S. The south winds are blowing, The chanticlers are crowing, i The farmer is working in his corn. The bobolink is singing, The breakfast bell is ringing. Hope is born. The coffee is in waiting, The strawberries are mating With the cream. As life spreads out before us God is watching o' er us. Do we dream? Are the real And the ideal What they seem?