(Nevada Representative Correspondence.)
CAMBRIDGE, Iowa, Jan. 23, 1882.
As this pleasant place opens up with the new year, we find ourselves on a railroad with trains running every day, if they are only construction trains. Regular trains, they say, will be running before long. We can then step on the cars and go east or west, and we hope soon to be able to say either north or south. Cambridge has the most favorable show of any of its neighboring towns for a branch road to Des Moines, and for a division. It is not permanently located yet but Cambridge feels secure all the same. The track is now completed to the junction of the C. & N. W. one mile north of Sheldahl.
Cambridge is now a point of telegraphic communication., where you can step into the office and send a message to Europe if you have any friends there to read it.
The railroad company is putting up two water tanks, a large coal house and a depot second to none in Story County. It is a building thirty by sixty feet, two stories. Where is there another depot of that size?
The community feels sorry to lose their first lumber merchant, Mr. B. T. French, for he was a good boy, but have a good man in his place, Mr. Bartlett, of Nevada, formerly with Mr. Lockridge.
P. Goodnow, our miller, has relatives visiting him, who think some of locating here as this is a good point.
The next thing needed is a bank—a coal bank.
The first load of stock shipped from this place was on Sunday last by Lockwood & Co., they will ship again on Wednesday.
Business all on the boom. BOH.
The Christmas concert at the M. E. church Sunday night was well attended. The concert was a success, a credit to our town and particularly to our young folks.—(Dec.27, 1882.)
Dr. Hayes has his hall fixed up in fine shape, and has tendered the free use of the same to our literary society.—(Dec. 27, 1882.)
Our marshal's name is Charley Stowe, not the man's name printed in the Representative last week.—(Dee. 27, 1882.)
Our saloon man is in trouble. He is charged with selling beer to minors, drunken men, and with other offenses. We hope the time will come when a saloon cannot exist in our town.—(Dec. 27,1882.
It was necessary for the correspondent to go into our saloon last week on a business errand; and there he saw men playing pool and drinking beer whose families are in need of the common necessities of life. They were engaged in that kind of business, paying the cash for playing and drinking while on the very same day they tried to buy meat and groceries on time.—(Dec. 27, 1882.)
Our saloon is closed and we sincerely hope permanently. Well have such places been called "The devil's satellites."—(Jan. 3,1883.)