VOL. I,IV.
PROFESSIONAL CARDS.
C. T. Alexander. C. M. Power.
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA.
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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. '. ~ *,
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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.
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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.,
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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.