VOL. I,IV. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. C. T. Alexander. C. M. Power. ALEXANDER A BOWER, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office in Gar-man's new building. JOHN B. LINN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. £JI.EMEXT DALE, ATTORNEY AT LAW BELLEFONTE, PA. Northwest corner rf Dl imond. D. G. Bush. 8. H. Yocum. D. H. Hastings* JGUSH, YOCUM & HASTINGS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. High Street* Opposite First National Bank, W M. C. HEINLE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Praef'ceS m all the oourts of Centre County. Spec al attention to Collections. Consultations ia German.or Engl sh. '. ~ *, \\ J" ILBUR F. REEDER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, , BELLEFONTE, PA. All bus ne,s promptly attended to. Collection of claims a speciality. J A- Beaver. J. W. Gephart. JYKAVKK A GEPHART, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. office 0 1 Alb ghany Stree', North of High, vy A. MORRISON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Woedrlng's Block, Opposite court lioU e. P "STKELLEK, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Cr-ns iltatloQs In EnglPh or German. Office In Lyon' ttuliutng, Allegheny Street. JOHN G. LOVE, * ATTORNEY AT LAW r , BELLEFONTE, PA. Office m the rooms formerly occup ed by the late W P Wilson. yTiLI.HEIM BANKING CO., nAI X STREET, . j MILLHEIM, PA. 5 ' n A WALTER.Cashier, DAV. ERAFE, Pres. ' A HARIER, j \ • AUCTIONEER, UEBERSBURQ, PA. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Too Great a Temptation. Some years ago a very fine echo was dis covered- "on an Englishman's estate. He was proud of it, of course, and excited considerable envy by its exhibition. One of his neighbors, who owned an adjoining estate, felt especially chagrined, but was greatly encouraged by an Irishman who went over the lands with the hope of dis covering one somewhere. He declared himself successful in finding the most won derful echo ever heard, and stood ready to unfold his secret for a large sum of money. The nobleman listened to the echo, and al though there was something peculiar about it he paid the mo& ( ey. An afternoon was set tortus friends fcocOmp and listen to the marvelous discovery. "Hullo!" cried in stentorian tones the Hibernian who had promised to find an echo. "Hullo!" came back from the hillside yonder.' "How are you?" yelled one of the company, aud echo answered in a suspiciously different key, "How are you?" All went, well until just before retiring one of the company, putting his hands to his mouth, cried, out: "Will you have some whisky?" Such a question would discover fhe character of any rea sonable echo. It'was certainly too much for the one which had been discovered on that estate. Judge of the surprise of the party when the answer came back in clear, affirmative tones; "Thahk you, sir; I will if you please." The poor fellow, who had been stationed at a distance to supply the place of an echo, simply submitted to % too great a temptation. Resolutions. Never to reseut a supposed injury till you know the views and motives of the au thor oi It. Always to take the part of an absent person who is censured in company, so tar as truth aud propriety will allow. Never to think the worse of another - >n account of differing with you in political or religious opi tiions. Never to dispute with a man more than seventy years of age. Not to affect to be witty or in jest so as to wound the feelings of another. To say as little as possible of yourself aud those who are near and dear to you. To aim at cheerfulness without levity. Never to court the favor of the rich by flattering either their vanities or vices. Frequently to review your couduct and pot your feeliugt. lie piltltcim gitittah GOOD NIGHT TO THE SUN. "Come, little daughters, hasten. Ye should be bravely dight ! Make ready, Ikwh, for we go for.h To bid the sun good-night. "Four mouths with steady shilling He's nude t' 0 whoie earth fair, Aud myriad blossoms gte ted 1 1111 And b rd-cougs filled the air. "l!ut now Octol>er wanetli; His si ttiug dr&uetli u ar ; We aha 1 not set* his face again For more than half a year." So forth they go together. Faieuts and ohildreu, all. The aged and the li-tie ones, Youpg men and mauieua tail. From many a neighboring village, From many a humble home, To cl.mb the rocky summit 'lhe throngiug pcopl come. The suu hangs low in heaven ; lie throws his slanting rays Acrors their loving faces, turned To meet his par iug gate. And now he a gone ! The darkness Is settling like a pall. A long low dirge of sad farewell Break* from the lips of all. In mournful cadence olmnt ug The requ em of the suu,' The dear bright day departed uow. The long, loug uight begun. And yet with cheerful patience They take their homeward way, The eidi st talking how the tupe May beat be whiled away. Aud many a youthful fa -e is bright With glad expectance still. And man'.- a merry 1 ttl child Goes daucin* down the hill. A Husband with one Ear. "£o you waut to go to church this even ing, Malchen?" said Otto von Polheim to his eldest daughter one Sunday in Decem ber. as he and the rest of his family were setting out for the market town to hear Pastor Kuopps preactfau Advent sermon. ".No, father, Dorothea can go in my stead, and I will keep the house." "Keep the house alone? No; I will leave ilans to protect thee and the manse too." "I would rather not have Hans," said Malchen with a .ittle pout, as she glanced at an ugly gawk who was her father's head servant. "Then thou shalt.uot have Karl," grum bled old Polheim, speaking rather to him self thau to the girl, and wrapping his au cieut blue cloak tightly round him, he struck his iron-tipped stall two or three times on .the flags of the hall to intimate to the mem bers of his household that it was time to be off. They came chtfteriug down stairs and trudging out of different doors—a large and rather noisy tToop. Otto von Pollieim was a landowner on a small scale —what would be called in England a gentleman-fanner— and he had a family of ten sons and daugh ters, without counting two servant-wenches aud a couple of laborers whom he treated as his children. The eldest of these two laborers, a tall, rosy-cheeked, fair-haired, blue-eyed fellow named Karl, had shown signs df late of being "a bit soft" about Jfrnjlein .Malchen, and this displeased her fa for tuoygli be was a kind master he had a squire's pride, and would have kick ed Karl straightway out of his house if he had suspected Malchen of cherishing any regard for him. At least this is what lie had once said to Karl with more bluntuesS than prudence, for worldly wisdom would, perhaps, have suggested that he should be gin by turning off Karl before Malehen's sentiments towards him had ripened inte*. affection. "Now, come, come, let's be off," repeat ed old Polheim, impatiently "come, wife, and you, Bertha, Frida and Gretohen, you, Ilans, take one of the lanterns, and you, Karl, lead the way with the other." Karl slunk out looking ratther sheepish, but scarcely had he got into the open air than the candle in his lantern was blown out and he ran back to get another. Mal chen was standing in the hall and struck a match for him. She struck a second and a third, for somehow t|je . phqspliorus would not act, and the operation of Tigfi&ng Was delayed a little. Wltea Karl took the lan tern his band touched forflchen's, aud the girl blushed. "It's a cruelly cold nigbt to. go out in," faltered she. "And I don't like leaving you alone," whispered Karl. "I think 1 shall steal out of church ; and come, back to see if you are Safe." . 4 v. "Oh, no, the door will be barred," ex claimed Malchj&m a flutter. "Then I'll climb over the orchard wall,'" I answered Karl, nothing daunted, and he ' executed a wink as he went forth iiito the !cold. .. . . "llow very audacious he is becoming," muttered Malchen to herself,. but. slie. ap parently thought that it was of no use to i bar the door if Karl, meant to get over the' 1 garden wall, so she simply shut it and turn-' ed back to spend her evening in the kitch- I en. • Herr von Polhejm's farn stood in a lonely part of the country, about two miles from K ,in Bavaria. It had once been a castle, and All" theuooms.on the ground floor . were large, windy apartmetitSy.r.with.wains ' eoled walls and old oaken furniture, j There were faces, of course, in the red ! embers of the crumbling pine logs, and 1 Karl's was chief among them. Malchen, who ! was a pretty, sentimental young lady of 18, ( but somewhat cautious, as beseems the I daughter of a gentleman who can prefix a j a Von to his name, asked herself if she liked • Karl? Did she truly feel for him more than she did for any other man ? Would MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1880. she grieve for him if he met with an acci dent? if he left her father's service? if ho were taken away for military service, and foreged to risk his life in the wars? After fencing a little with her conscience the dam sel decided that she did not quite know what she ought to think ala>ut Karl; hut that he was a very bold and uot-to-be-easily put-dowu young man she admitted to her self frankly enough in her quaint German phraseology. She sat listening for footsteps, and conned over in her mind what sharp things she should say to dismiss Karl if he had the impertinence to present himself before her. The worst of it was that lvarl was just such a young man as might he inditTerent to sharp things. His boldness really exceeded belief. Why, that very evening in touch ing her fingers he had actually squeezed them hut here Malchen cave a slight start, for she heard footsteps and fancied that it was the never-to-he-sufiieiently-hlnmed Karl, who had played truant from church, faith ful to his impudent promise. She rose and st<xxl coyly in the middle of the kitchen, her cheeks pink and her bosom heaving. She thought she would take to flight as soon as Karl's heavy tread should resound iu the passage; but she waited two or three minutes without hearing the door open, yet there were steps outside, and, now that her ears were strained, she heard voices. Her relatives had not been gone an hour, so it was not likely they could have returned so soon. Whose, then, could these steps and voices be ? The kitchen had a high window sewn feet above the floor, aud it was closed with shutters. But iu the shutters lozeiigy up ertures were cut. Malchen climbed on to the dresser under the window and looked out. What she saw would have made most timid girls jump up squealing and run away half dead with terror. Nine men—uot oue less—with black masks 011 their faces and housebreaking im plements in hand, had entered the farm-yard aud were evidently holding council as to how they should commence their attack on the house. They stood 111 a group, ami some of them poiuted to the aoertures in the kitchen shutters, where light was visible, as if they were taking note of the fact that the farm was uot quite abunoned. Malchen remembered having heard that the brigands had been infesting some of the districts iu an adjoining province, and she siw that if she hesitated to act she would be lost. There hung over the mantelshelf two double-barreled fowling-picces aud a horse pifftol, which were always kept load ed. She ran to the chimney and unhooked the t arms, then swiftly climbed on to the tuble again. The little lattices outside the aper tures in the shutters were open, so Male Lieu could thrust out the barrels of her \veaj>ons and fire at the malefactors. Before doing so, however, she put a coin into her mouth to alter the ring of her voice, aud making a horn of both hands, shouted in a tone, which sounded like a man's, "Who goes there! No answer. The burglars stared at one j another in astonishment, and were fairly, ! dismayed when they heard the next excla mation, which conveyed the idea that the person who had first spoken waa not alone but had several men uuder his orders. VNow then, my men, when I give the word i fire sharp and straight. FireT' Two reports instantly followed this coin- ' mand and then came two others. When the smoke had cleared away Malclien, who looked out with haggard eyes, her heart thumping awfully the while r 6aw four men stretched on the snow, and nothing else. The other live members of the band had taken to flight. "The guus were loaded with slugs; perhaps I have killed them all," j ejaculated Malchen in terror; for her com- | bative ardor abated of a sudden, now that | so easy a victory had been won. "Ob, dear, | what shall I do?" i She had taken up the horse pistol, and j glanced out to see if there was another shot j to be fired. There was a choking sensation at her throat, and she began to whimper, j It was all too dreadful; she could not bear j the sight of those dead men, all killed by her hand. But one of them suddenly inov- ; ed and tried to rise to his knees. Inane- | diately the sentimental Malchea aimed her ; pistol to give him his quietus; but, luckily j for;himself, the man roared out: Oh, Mal chen, Malchen! help! 'Tis I Karl." "Karl!" exclaimed the girl, as her voice seemed to expire in her throat, whilst her heart turned to ice. ''Karl, is it thou?" sobbed fhe luckless fellow. "Aud it's all for thee." Malchen tottered and might have fallen oft' the table had there been any one present to catch her in his arms. As it was she scrambled dowri somehow and made for the door, still holding her pistol. One moment's hesitation as she touched the door handle; but she surmounted it and went cut. In another moment she could judge with her own eyes of the murderous effects Of her volley. Three men lay 011 the snow stone dead; as for Karl, a slug had cleaned sliced off a part of his right ear and cheek, so that he bled like-a pig, but he was other wise unhurt. "Oh, Karl, Karl, how earnest thou hith er in such company?" exclaimed Malchen as she tore off her apron to stanch his wounds. "Mem (Jott, it was for thee!" sniveled the unhappy Karl. 44 These men are my friends we had all come for a lark and meant to carr-y thee off; for 1 hoped thy too-obsinate father would consent of necessity to our marriage. Oh, oh, my earl" "Peace, Karl; but oh, how foolish of thee," sighed Malchea. "How couldst thou think that nine men were required to carry me off?" "Mein Gott, 1 thought thou wast roman tic," was all that Karl could say between two squeaks caused by the anguish in his ear. One is sorroy to say that the tribunals of Bavaria look a one-eyed view of the affair and wanted lo sentence Karl for burglary ; but the attitude of poor Malchen had been so heroical that King Louis seut for her to Munich, and having decorated her with her Cross of Civil Merit asked her what he could do to please her. "Pardon my Karl and give him a dower to marry uie," prayed the faithful maiden, sobbing. Ilis Malesty pulled a slightly wry face at the mention of a dower, but courtiers were present, so he gave his royal promise. "Thou wouldst tnurry a man with one ear, then?" added he, laughing. "Sire, lie lost his other ear for me," res ponded Malchen, drying her eyes. "Well, this is a queer story," said the King, amused. "We will have it made into a libretto, and my friend Wagner here shall set it to music." The composer of the future l>ent his head as if this happy thought had already occur red to hitn. • Thit Scotch Minister and Ui Fiddle. In all ages and all localities have existed clergymen having many traits of flue feel ing, masterly attainments in their pulpit ministration, and yet addicted to frequent touches of eccentricity of character. Pos sessing all the qualifications of a popular minister was the Kev. Mr. \V , who filled one of the Secession pulpits iu G , yet music seemed to be the ruling passion in his life. When in a more than ordinary strain of eloquence, he would begin a long sentence 011 the lowest note of the gamut, and would iu a semi-quaver style run to the top of the scale, where, pausiag a moment, lie would descend the scale iu the lowest and most marked mood; as if descending a stair step by -tep, ho would dunt down word by word till he reached the starting point. With his fine flexible voice, and fitfely tuned musical ear, the effect was rather pleasant, and very noticeable by a strauger. Mr. W was beloved by his congrega tion, hut his passion for flddliug gave offence to some of the strait-laced old burgherli ileal descendants of the Puritnns. His proficiency on the violin was equalled if not excelled by Mrs. W *s perform ance on the pianoforte. It was a treat of 1.0 ordinary kind to hear husband and,wife wailing out some of the old Highland coronachs similar in pathos to the '•Wounded Hussar." No other word of reproach was raises! against the dear, good man by the uiwo quid, but aye the cuckoo cry, "lie s far o'er fond o* the feedle.'' The frequency of these croakiugs were be ginning to attract the notice of the elders, so, to put to silence the voice of these distin guished friends, a meeting of sessions was convened privately, at which it was agreed a deputation should wait on Mr. W , and give a geutle remonstrance and hint to be kBB demonstrative in his musical pro clivities. Friday evening ensuing was ap poiuled for the performance of this deli cate task, but a deputation could not l>e formed to face the trying ordeal, liter denials and proposals, it was ultimately arranged that the whole session should go. Ere Friday came some kind friends ap prised Mr. W of the whole scheme, aud, as "a warned man is half armed" Mr. W was prepared for the emer gency. Precisely at eight o'clock a friendly tinkle sounded at the door-hell. Ready waiting to receive his guests, though they knew not a spy (supposed to be the beadle) had forestalled the deputation, Mr. W seemed surprised to see so nianv dear friends, and expressed the pleasure it gave him to have all his session at once ns visi tors. Mr. L took speech in hand and said, "We were almost afraid to call, hearing music when we came forward, we thought you had company. Laughingly Mr. W said, "Yes, we have company— a got ally company of good company. The wife has recently got a present of some new music from grandpa, and we were just run ning over it t ogcther. We'l l just let you hear a few pieces ;we think it very fine." With out waiting for assent to his proposal, the reverend gentleman brought his cremona. Mrs. W sat down to the piano, and for fully an hour the company of elders, or remonstrants, were with coronachs, High land wails, operatic music, reels, aud strathspey kept entranced. When a pause was made, the pleased listeners looked from one to the other as much as to say, "Now's your chance to speak." As if divining the thoughts of his dumb stricken session, Mr. W again produced bis fiddle and setting the string on a peculiar key, gave them a tine imitation of the Highland bagpipes, and followed with u charming selection of operatic overtures, marches, patriotic music such as "Scots wha lia'e." Reverting in a moment from grave to gay, he gave the then popular street air in the mouth of every gamin, "Pop goes the weasel," and, as a finale, he gave them, in a style that made the most of them beat time with their heels, their hearts being in unison with the tiddler's, "IVil among the tailors." They came away as they went in, and, when the story got abroad, the minister was praised, and the croakers laughed at. Truly it may be said, he gave the elders a cordial welcom" in, and fiddled them out woll pleased with the entertainment, but heartily despising themselves for their want of courage to dis charge the duty, the cause of their visit. Pity 'tis that more of the clerics don't re sort to the fiddle as a pastime. Chinese Sainpiiners. The boats called sampans are each the habitation in China, of at least one family of fresh-water sailors. Sometimes they contain the representatives of several gen erations, from the great grandfather and grandmother to the new-born babe. All have to pass their whole lives on hoard together, cooped up in that •narrow space which more frequently than not they are obliged to share with passengers. Their life is a hard one, constantly exposed to sun and rain, often up to their waists in water, when they have to push iheir sampun off a sand-hank where it has grounded. De scendants of a peculiar race, they have always been kept at arm's-length by the Chinese. They can neither .possess, nor I even dwell on land; they have the run of the water, and that is all- Velocity of a Kltle Itullet. Professor Spice of the Cooper Institute, New York, recently undertook to determine the actual velocity of a rille bullet fired across the stage of that hall. The distance measured 011 the platform was 83 feet, which, the lecturer explained, was shorter than usual, as the ordinary distance used in determining this question was about 2<HJ feet. To tarry this perfonnance out he had secured the co-operation of Lieutenant K. L. Merriman. of the Brooklyn Thirteenth Regiment, wLo has gained some reputation at the Creed moor range, as evinced by the mod;:Is which he wore. In the first place, Prof. Spice explained the apparatus to be used, lie called the attention of the au dience to a mahogany base, 12 inches by 15 inches, ou which were placed two levers which carried bent wires to make marks on a piece of smoked glass underneath the jwiiniH. One of these wires was connected with a pendulum attached to an Attwood machine, vibrating seconds. By means of electric currents the lever connected with the pendulum came down on the glass pre cisely at the beginning of each second, marking a series of lines separated by spaces somewhat similar to the old Morse alphabet. Consequently, the distance from the liegiu ning of one line to the beginning of the next represented a second of time. The second lever, exactly opposite, had a spring attached to one end, which kept the point off the glass. It had also two electro mag mets, one at each end, which had electric currents of different strength passing through, the weaker current tending to pull the lever down 011 the glass; the stronger current tending to keep it elevated, in ad dition to this, the current from the stronger maguet passed thYough a loose wire resting on two globules of mercury., and immedi ately in frout of this wire was to rest the muzzle of the rille. The weaker current passed through a precisely similar loose wire, also on two globules of mercury, j which wire was placed thirty-three feet j distant from the first wire. Lieutenant! Merriam now came forward and loaded the ' ritid. It was a regular Creedmoor, 45 cali bre, 34-inch barrel, and placed in it a car-1 tridge, containing a 43U grain ball, aud 45 grains of powder, explaining that this was not a full charge. He then took his posi tion. The object was to shoot away the wirek on the mercury. A box of sand was placed lo receive the ball. The pendulum above described was then set in motion. On its striking the fifth second the plate of smoked glass was drawn along by the de scent of a weight on the top of a column of , sand which ran out of a tube. On the sixth second, Lieutenant Merriam lul cd the trigger and both wires vanished. Ou the lirst wire being broken, the point of the corresponding lever descended on the glass, j but immediately rose again by the action of a spring, when the bullet broke the second wire, The cousebuence pi tlus was that the point connected with the.lever, scraped a very short line on the smoked glass, wiii'e the olhdr point, I King kept down during the swing of the pendulum, scraped a longer space. Then the glass was withdrawn aud placed in the steroopticon, projecting a magnified image of the lines 011 the screen. The relative lengths of these lines were as- j certainod, thus obviating any source of error m measuring the minute liues on the smoked glass. This method of measuring the lengths was claimed to be original by the professor. On this measurement it was fouud that the shorter line was 5 inches long, and tiifc other hue 9 feet 2 inches. These numbers were brought down to the common fraction of inches, the result giv ing 110 inches for the longer space. It was .then ascertained how maay tunes the for iner was contained in the latter, aud the fraction thus obtained was clearly the frac tion of a second that the bullet took to pass from one win.' to another—that is, 1-22 of a second. Multiplying the distance be tween the wires (33 feet), as above, by the denominator of the above fraction, the ve locity of the builet in feet was obtained, namely, 72t5 feet iu a second. The C entral The substitution everywhere of the hun dred pounds avoirdupois as the unit and uniform standard of weight for produce transact ions, iu place of the bushel, quarter, or hundred weight of 112 pounds,and ton of 2,240 pounds, is greatly to be desired. The subject is of such importance that it has of late ocoupied the attention of Boards of Trade and Produce Exchanges in this coun try and elsewhere. The system is in general use in France, Italy, Spain and some por tions of England. It is also in vogue on the Pacific coast, at San Francisco and in Oregon. It has becu adopted by com mercial bodies in nearly all the centres of trade in the Atlantic States, and soon will be by all. Our Produce Exchange, says the New York Ship Lift, decided that on and after October 1, "All produce sold by weight on this Exchange shall be by the pound avoirdupois and by its multipile, the cental, or iUO pounds avoirdupois." A similar ruling was made in Boston, but ttie New York Produce Exchange conclud ed to postpone operations, so far as grain is c nccrned, tillJauuary next,at which time, very likely, the Exchanges of the two cities named will make the new departute togi tlicr. Philadelphia, properly, is wait ing to see w hat other cities will do. It will be necessarily be some time before all the arrangements lor the change from the old to the new system can be perfected. But in view of the definite shape the movement has taken in so many and so widely separ ated places, we may safely say thai the day cannot be lar distant when everywhere this new, simple and feasible system will supplant the old. square Bolt Head*. There are some reforms mighty In their aggregated importance, which it appears to be vain to contend for. it is probable there is not a man who h;is worked on the farm but who would unite with us in a demand for square bolt heads in the manu facture of agricultural improvements. Jiolts naturally rust the nuts fast. When an attempt is made to remove it, the lolt tarns in the hole instead of the nut turning 011 the bolt. If the farmer happens to have two wrenches, and hands to hold tneui, they are of no avail, as the round head can not be held. Sometimes the farmer is from five to ten miles from a blacksmith shop, in a hurry and no time to spare. In such cases hard words fall lrom the lips of good men There is seldom a plow of any kind during its usefulness but ten times as much time is lost by round headed bolts as would be necessary to make the right kind of one, Coming For Items. A few days ago, a lady of Halt Lake City commenced thinking on family eco nomies, and the more she thought the more evident it became that her girl, who had hitherto done the marketing, was extrava gant, grossly extravagant. There was no reason in the world why a few cents should not be saved each day, and in a few years, when dark clouds of disaster hover ed alxive the horizon, or words to that effect, a nice little sum would he saved for her aud her Johnny to live upon. There was a firm determination in her eye when she announced her purpose to hereafter look atter the purchasing of provisions. She stalked down the street like a women with a fixidity of purpose, and shot into a pop ular meat shop with the Inquiry: Mr. Nan nal, what do you sell your pigs' heads at?" "Ten cents, Mrs. Blank." "Well, send me one." "Do you wish a large or small one." "A big one, of course—the biggest you have," she replied, determined not to be cheated. That uight when the husband went home he was dumfounded. Head cheese was everywhere. No chair could be used for its purpose—bead cheese on it; refrigerator, t allies' piano, barrels, all hail head cheese 011 them. The wife had a triumphant air ing spell, and then explained: "Bargain of mine, Johnny. Bought a splendid head for ten cents from Mr. Nannal. Didn't pay, either; told him to send in the bill at once." On the following day the bill came. The husband's eyes were like saucers as he showed his consort the paper, , "Bleat me!" she exclaimed. "What an old fraud he is, and I just won't stand it, now ! I made a special bargains of ten cents, and he has the impudedce to send in his bill for $9 50. I'll go and see him right away and give him my opiuion, now you see if 1 don't!" A few minutes later she was face to face with the butcher. "Didn't 1 make a speeial bargain with you yesterday for that pig's head ?" "I don't know, I au sure; but if you say so, I admit it." "Well, I do; I bought it for ten cents." "Yes, that's right: that't we sell | them at. You wanted the biggest one, and I seut one from a 1,000 pounds, porker which weighed ninety five poumis, and at ten cents a pound—" "Oh, bother the pounds. I said nothing about pounds!" , "Did you expect to get ninety five pounds of pork for ten cents?" "Don't say anything of this to my hus band. Let him pay the ten cents, and I'll pay the rest*" •- - "I won't replied the butcher, "but there is a fellow cotniag here often for items, and I'll tell him." "If you do. I'll kill you and him, too, the wretch 1" A Wife's Devotion. It was during the progress of the war of 175U that the accident 1 am alujut to re late occured. The Count de Brimont, a young noble man scarcely five aud twenty years of age, had, with his wife, the bride of a week, been taken prisoner and held in close cus tody in a towu of Burgundy. De Brimont belonged to one of the old est families in France, was accomplished, enthusiastic, and exceedingly handsome, and his ( wife was all that the wife of such a man should be; in fact, her hand had been solicited by no less than five princes, but undazzled by the brilliant future she might have secured, she chose to ally her fort unes to her heart's first choice. Though prisoners, the young couple were treated with every courtesy, and sur rounded by every luxury, debarred only of ih.'ir liberity. About a month after they had been taken captive, and when in fact a treaty depended upon their sale keeping until its conclusion, new 6 reached De-. Brimont that his beloved mother was lying at the point of death, eager to see him onee more before she departed He repre sented the state of tilings to the comman der of the city, and besought him by the affection he entertained for his own mother, to send him, accompanied by a suitable guard, to his parent's death bed. In vain, however, were his pleadings, too much de pended upon retaining hiin at present in captivity, and the commander courteously bu* firmly refused his prayer. De Brimont was in despair; he felt as though willing to give the best years of his life to prison walls, so he could now spend a hour with his so dearly loved mother ere she went hence and was no more. Nearly heart-broken, he once more re newed his entreaties, and once more re ceived a denial when suddenly his young wife appeared, aud threw herself before the feet of the commander. "Let him go to his mother'" she said, "and keep me here; fix upon a day for liis return, and if he is not here at the very hour let me die.!' "Upou these terms I permit you to depart unattended," the commander said. At first Dc Brimont absolutely refused to accept the offer, but upon the per suasions of his wife, and the absolute cer tainty of being able to return long before the day fiixed, he at last consented, and with many embraces bade adieu to his devoted wife. . He was obliged to travel many leagues, but the horse he rode was a good one, and Vy nightfall of the day he set out he reached his ancestral home. He found the countess, his mother, very low indeed, but the sight of her idolized son appeared to revive her somewhat, and she lingered on until even ing of the day immediately preceding the one appointed for his return. De Brimont had only time to kiss her cold lips and give hasty orders concerning the funeral, and leaving her to be followed to the grave by every relative save the nearest and dearest, he set forth on his return, hav ing ample time, to accomplish the dis tance, even allowing for serious delays. He had proceeded about half way on his journey, his mind absorbed in grief on the one side at the loss of his parent, and joy on the other at once more beholding his bride, when suddenly he was set by a furi ous wolf of an extraordinary size, which darted out from a wood that skirted one side of the highway. The ferocious beast first seized the horse, and tore and mang led the poor animal so terribly that De- Brimont was forced to dismount. No sooner had he touched the ground, and before he had time even for thought the wolf left his prey and sprung upon him, and would certainly have torn him limb from limb had he not with great presence of mind seized the animal's tnogue with ' one hand, and with the other laid hold of one of his paws. Afteg itruggTing while with the terrible the tongue slipt from his hold, and his right hand was fear fully mangled by the beast; but, notwith standing the pain he was in, he leapt upon the wolfs back, and pressing his kness hard into its sides, callded aloud for succor. It was not for his own life he fought, but for his poor wife's. Who can realize the terrible thoughts that rushed through his mind during those fearful moments; to his own fate he gave not a thought, save so far as it affected that of his wife; he would perifch miserably on the road; the world would say he had purposely fled to some other laud, leaving a lovely and loving wife to die for his cowardice and treachery. At length, however, to his great joy, his cries were answered, and some peasants ap peared, but none of them dared to advance. "Well, then," De Brimont cried, seeing that entreaties were useless, and perceiving that they carried guns, "fire; if you kill me I forgive yon; only swear to me that one of you will hasten to B and tell the commander how I died." They all, with voice, made the required promise, anil then one of them fired but so terrified was he, that he only succeeded in sending three bullets tlirough .the brave young nobleman's coat, without injuring either him or the beast. Another then, bolder,.*than his comrades seeing the intrepity of?: the cavalier, and how firm a hold he -kept upon the wolf, approached somewhat nearer, and taking deliberate and careful aim, fired. The wolf was mortally wounded by the shot, and al most instantly killed. Never pausing to dress his wounds, whicn were very severe, De Brimont distributed a sum of money among the peasants, and offered a large amount to the one who first brought a horse, for his own was entirly disabled. In an incredibly short space of time a horse was brought, and mounting it, the count hastened on his way. But the story is told: of course he ar rived at the appoiutted time, and threw him self, covered with blood and dust, in his wife's arms. The account of what he had undergone soon spread far and wide, and when with in a week thereafter, the treaty was conclu ded, lie was escorted to the city gates by the population of the entire city, and departed with his lovely bride amid a torrent of chetyv and blessings, to say nothing of presents so rich and weighty that required several mules, well packed, to carjy them away. An Early Romanes. In early life Sir Waiter Scott fell deeply in lore with a girl of aristocratic family, and as he was then merely a poor barrister, there was no prospect of success. His father, knowing this, and being desirous to bring the matter to a close, suggested to the parents the propriety of terminating the acquaintance, and this was done in the least painful manner. The lady was the only daughter of Sir John Stewart, of For farshire, and she afterwards married Sir William Forties, the noted Edinburgh banker. As Scott was a well educated young man, of fine personal appearance and agreeable manners, there could be but little reason for giving the banker preference, except his wealth and social rank. Scott felt this keenly through life; in "Rokeby" be revived the episode at some length. Matilda, the heroine of the poem, repre sents the object of his love, whe there re jects a poet in favor of one of higher rank, and this scene becomes doubly interesting as a picture of Scott's early experience, In 1811 Lady Forbes died; but she lived long enough to see the once penniless barrister the first poet in Scotland. Her death was deeply felt by Scott, for, although h had been married for twelve years, the old flame was not extinguished. "Rokeby" appeared next day, and Lockhart says "that there is nothing wrought out, in all Scott's prose, more exquisite than the con trast between the rivals for the hand of the heroine.'' Six years afterwards Scott wrote thus to Miss Edge worth: 4 'Matilda was at tempted for the person of a lady who is now no more, so that I am flattered with your •distinguishing it." As this took place nearly twenty years after the disap pointment, it illustrates the tenacity which which the author held his first love. Whcu Lad_v Forbes died, Scott was so affected that he called on her mother, and both fell to weeping over the said affair. It is a curious incident in domestic listory to see a man carrying his first love so tenderly through life while married to another wo man to whom he always showed attach ment. Scott evidently made Matilda the ideal or dream-wife who accompanied him to the last. Having recovered from the worst effects of his disappointment, he met a French girl, whose father had saved both life and fortune by fleeiug from the dangers of the Revolulion. At the time referred to, Miss Carpentier (or Carpenter) was an or phan, and to her Scott transferred his affec tions, as far as this was possible. He ap peared, as has been said, much attached to his wife through life, aud sincerely mourned her death. She was, however, intellectually and physically inferior to the Scottish ladies of that City, and the rapid degeneracy of the family may, in some de gree, be ascribed to so unfavorable a union. Vitality of Frogs. Charley Youngworth, lias half a dozen large, fat, selemu-looking frogs in the show-window of his restaurant waitiug the order of some gourmand. Recently 31 r. Youngwortli was expatiating on the cha racteristics" Of the frogs dead and alive. "They are the most palatable dish when cooked properly that you can set on the table," said he. Yet I never tasted a frog's leg in my life, and I've cooked tliousauds of 'em. Do you know, sir, that it takes a frog half an hour to die? Upon uiy word, they are the hardest things to kill that I ever.Baw. About two month ago I got an order from a private family for six dressed frogs. I had their legs cut off, skinned and dressed up in about fifteen minutes. 1 set the platter containing the meat on the counter while the waiter was getting some other things ready to go with the order. The legs of the frogs were so full of life, or electricity or something, that they jumped around on the platter livelier than any shrimps you ever saw. Some of them hopped off on the floor. The waiter had to tie a towel over the platter when he carried it out, so that he would not lose the meat. That's the' reason I don't like frogs. You may smile at what I say, | but every word of it is true." It Is not what you have In your chest, but what you have la your heart, that makes you rich. NO. 8.
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