Main street is cursed with thirty-five gin mills.
We hear of several new buildings that are to be put up this season. This year will no doubt be as prosperous as any our city has had.
The oldest "inhabitant" informed us yesterday, in strict confidence, that he had never "hearn tell of sich weather as we've been having lately.
"Jennie Redmon" alias "Wicked Jenny," who is now confined in the calaboose, awaiting trial for murder, had a fit yesterday. She became insensible, and blood gushed from her mouth and nose. Dr. Sharpe attended her and brought her to. Whether she attempted suicide, or whether the attack was from natural causes, we were unable to ascertain.
An unknown young man, who pretends to be a real estate agent, has been visiting and examining several houses in the city. He pretends to be looking to see whether or not they need repairs. He generally calls when none but the servants are at home, and roams through the premises with impunity. Beware of him, for his object is probably plunder.
Coal has been discovered in Leavenworth. The vein is eleven inches thick. They now pay thirty cents a bushel there.
The Junction is fast assuming metropolitan importance. Every day witnesses some great improvement in that locality, and now we have to chronicle the establishment of a first class hat store in Schell's block. Mr. Culver, the proprietor, is a new comer, and a gentleman possession energy and affability. His stock is large and well selected. Children's goods he has made a specialty. He makes silk hats to fit the head by the use of the "Conformateur." Give him a call.
