Nancy was married prior to her marriage to Nicholas. It was to a Johnson. I do not know his first name. Nancy had two children with this man before he died. The names of the two children were Mildred and Sam. When John Hiles ran away from Nicholas he left with my great grandfather William Milton Hiles. They didn't run far. They went to their step sister's house, Mildred Johnson. I have no other information for either Nancy or Nicholas. I was told once that Nancy was born in Missouri. Nicholas remarried a woman by the name of Amanda "Minda" Majors and they had three children: Granville, Benjamin and James. I have included a story written by someone for my great grandfather.

William Hiles’ Burning Wish to see a Brother before He Dies

From the back window at William M. Hiles home can be seen rising from beyond a ridge the tips of evergreen trees. These trees are in Oak Grove cemetery.
Grandpa Hiles as everyone calls him sometimes sits gazing at those trees, and thinks about the friends he has over there on that hill.
Grandpa Hiles believes he will join those old friends before long. But before that day comes, Grandpa Hiles and Grandma Hiles too, hope and pray that a different event will happen—that they will receive a letter, or have a visitor.
That letter might be from, or that visitor might be any one of a score of persons.
You see, since Grandpa Hiles was a little boy he has never seen any of his blood relatives. He has never heard that his father died. He doesn’t know whether his brother John, with whom he ran away, is alive or dead. He doesn’t know what become of his brother Jim, his half sister Mildred Johnson, or his half brother, Sam Johnson.
Last December he was back at his old home near Owensburg, Johnson County, Mo., and while things there were little changed since he left years ago, he found no trace of his relatives.
It all happened like this:
Grandpa Hiles’ mother was Nancy Driscol who had married a man named Johnson before she married Nick Hiles. When little Willie Hiles was about five years old his mother died and his father married again.
But the stepmother did not care for her husband’s children, Mr. Hiles says, and they were bound out to other people and became separated.
One of the consequences of this treatment is that Grandpa Hiles does not know how old he is. He knows that he was born on December 23, but doesn’t know whether it was 1855 or 1856. Anyhow he is 76 or 77 years old.
Things went on with the Hiles children growing up with strangers for several years. Finally Willie’s brother ran away from his place and came to the place where Willie was staying.
They started off to Sunday School one morning like good little boys, but on the way they fell to talking about their troubles, and decided that the thing to do was to run away form it all.
They didn’t go far, just to their half sister who lived at Knobnoster, Mo.
Soon Willie, just a little boy went to work on a farm at six dollars a month. From the farm he went to a dairy and finally to a blacksmith shop for a salary of $50 a year.
Eventually he went to another blacksmith shop in the same town at $75 a year, and soon his wages rose to $5 a week, and still later to $10. Wages were put in the mans caps at the end of the week, and sometimes Mr. Hiles would find as much as $20 in his, if he had worked hard all week.
One day a Frank Selvy came to the blacksmith shop seeking somebody to drive a team for him to Iowa. He said he would board a man after they got here until he found work. It was adventure, and Willie Hiles answered the call.
They eventually landed in Harrison county on a farm owned by Mr. Selvy’s father, out on the bottoms, then known as the Fosdich farm. The very next morning Hiles went to work for Hardin Aldrige at $15 a month.
Later he worked for Dan Sweeney who lived on the Kenyon place in the Hills. Then he make his home with Elder W. L. Jones who was minister of the Primitive Baptist church in Loveland.
As time went on he was married to Rebecca Campbell, Dec. 9, 1877, and a family. He has had hardships and joys.
But over it all hangs the cloud: where are the others? The older brother John, the younger brother Jim’ a half brother Sam Johnson and a half sister, Mildred Johnson? They were last heard from near Knobnoster, Mo.
Grandpa likes to tell tales of his boyhood, and of the Negroes on the plantations. Once a faithful Negro was bitten by a rattlesnake. Quickly his master and friends dug a hole into which they shoved the Negro’s leg filling it with mud. Next they made the stricken man drink whiskey until he was drunk.
And Grandpa will vouch for the fact that when he was sober again the effects of the snakebite were gone.
Grandpa Hiles has lived a few years in Missouri Valley but most of his life has been spent on farms in the county. Twice he moved to South Dakota but came back in 1913 to stay.
Mr. and Mrs. Hiles have a family of six sons. A seventh son Albert died, a year ago February. They also took a niece when she was three months old and have been real parents to her.
Grandpa is not so strong and robust as he once was—a cancer was removed from his face a year ago—and he expects to join his old neighbors over under the evergreens before many more years go by. But before he does, he hopes and prays that he will hear from a brother or a sister.

Note:
This article must have been written in the local newspaper, (paper unknown) about 1931 and was copied from a newspaper clipping.