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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Ofltce on Allegheny Street.
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ATTORNEY AT'LAW
BELLKFONTE, PA.
Northwest corner of Diamond.
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE. PA.
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Spec.al attention to Collections. Consultations
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA
Office on Alleghany Street, North of High.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Office on woodrlng's Block, Opposite Court
Hou-e.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA.
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* ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.
Those errors are not to be charged
upou religion which proceed either
from the want of religion or supersti
tious mistakes about it.
To fill the sphere which Providence
appoints is true wisdom; to discharge
trusts faithfully and have exalted idea-*,
is the mission of good men.
A cheerful, happy temper ken* up a
kind of daylight in the mind, excludes
each gloomy prospect, and fills it with
a steady and perpetual serenity.
The constant man looks up to Heaven
in full hope, even when it is darkened ,
as flowers that open with the sun, close
not though he be hid by clouds.
Do not affect to be witty or in jest so
as to wound the feelings of another.
So say as little as possible of yourself
and those who are near and dear to you.
If we would be perfect, we must part
with rnuoh that we love, forego much
that would be pleasant —not fo flesh and
blood alone, but to mind and heart.
There Is one noble means of avenging
ourselves for unjust criticism; it is by
doing still better, and silencing it sole
ly bv the Increasing excellence of out
work.
Energy will do anything that can be
done iu the world; and no talent, no
circumstance, no opportunities, will
make a two-legged animal a man with
out it.
Blessed be the man who knows how
to caper and enjoy nonsense; woe to
the man that parted early with his boy
hood, and blessed be the man that ent
ries his boyhood down latest into lile.
Avoid exaggeration. A lady loses
as soon as she admires too easi'3 r , and
too much. In man or woman the face
and the person lose power when they
are on the strain to express admiration.
Love one human being purely and
warmly, and you will love all. The
heart in this heiven, like the wander
ing sun, seek nothing, from the
drop to the ocean, but a mirror which
it warms and Alls.
We must consult the gentlest manner
and soitest reason of address in our ad
monishment; our advice must not fall
like a violejit storm, bearing down and
making those to droop whom ii is meant
to cherish and refresh. It must descend
as the dew upon the tender herb, or like
melting flakes of snow—the softer it
falls the longer it dwells upon, and the
deeper it sinks into the miuti.
SUNDAY.
Lie still and rest, iu that serene repose
That on this holy morniug comes to those
Who have boon buried with the cares that
make
The sad heart weary and the tired lit art aohe.
Lie still and re<t—
God s day of all is best
KOKDAY.
Awake ! arise ' Cast off thy drowsy dreams !
Re i in the east, behold the morning gleams.
"As Monday goes, so goes the week," dailies
say.
Refreshed, relieved, use we'l the initial day ;
And see ;thy neighbor
Already seeks his labor.
TUESDAY.
i Another in- Tiling's tanners are unfurled—
Another day looks smiling on ihe world ;
! It holds new laurels lor thy soul to win ;
Mat not its grace by slothfulnees or sin,
Nor sad, away
Send it to yesterday.
WEDNESDAY.
Half-way unto the end—the week's high noon
The morning hours do speed away so soon !
And when the noon is reached however bright,
lustinciivelv we look toward the night.
The glow is lost
Once the meridian crost
THURSDAY.
So well the week has sped, lias; thou a friend
Go spend au hour in converse. It will lend
New beauty to thy labors and thy life
To pause a little sometimes iu the strife.
Toil soon seems rude
Thai has no iuterlnde.
FRIDAY.
From feast ab tain ; be temperate, and pray ;
! Fast if thou wilt audyet throughout the day.
Neglect no labor and no duty shrink ;
For many hour- are left thee for thy work
And it were meet
Till a 1 should bo comp'ete.
SATURDAY.
Now w itb the almost finished task n ake haste ;
Bo near the night, thou hast no time to waste.
Post up accounts, aud let thy soul's eyes look
For tlaws and errors iuiife's le 'ger-book.
When labors cea e.
How sweet the sense of peace .
Ted.
"It's very dusty," and Mrs. Laura Am
berley shook slightly the glossy folds of her
grey traveling dress.
A trivial remark, but her husband
glanced quickly at the half-averted face.
"You are displeased, Laura."
Young Mrs. Amberley bit her heautiful
lips in a moment's silence.
"I think I might have my choice, Al
gernon. "
"It does seem a little hard, doesn't it,
dear," lifting lightly the little gloved hand
and kissing it.
Certainly Algernon wished to indulge his
bride of a month, but he continued:
"In taking one of these children of my
dead half-sister, I wish to make a choice
which will be the most benefit to the family.
The older girls can earn their own living.
| The younger is very pretty, and will be
adopted by a good and wealthy family if
■Ave do not take her away, while Ted—"
"Ted!" interrupted Laura impatiently.
"Ted is at an undesirable age, and not
particularly brifiiant and interesting; but
as he is one who stands most in need of
help, I think we ought to take him."
"Such a shock of tow hair, and so hor
ribly bashful!" pouted beauty-loving.
Laura.
"I know the little girl would please you
best, but perhaps the boy will develop bet
ter than the girl," replied Amberley,in the
tone of decision his wife had already
1 earn 2d to know.
He was so certain hewas right—that the
poor, friendless, unformed boy was most in
need of protection and training—that he
could not allow his wife's fancy to decide
this important matter, much as he regretted
her disappointment.
The younger child—the little Nellie —
was pretty as a picture, and at the charm
ing age of three. He could uot but sympa
thize with Laura s wishes, but his young
wife was short-sighted.
He was older than she, and felt obliged
to decide the matter according to his best
judgment.
They were on their wedding trip. From
Niagara it had extended to Chicago; from
that city to a lonely tract of rolling prairie,
where resided this remote connection of the
Amberley family.
The father of these orphan children was
a coarse, hard man, who was already cast
ing about for a second wife; and the
probability was that the expected step
mother would be little benefit to the two
young and helpless little ones.
Laura regarded this man with a feeling
little less than horror. The rude and prim
itive living was distasteful to her refined
sensibilities.
It was only when she walked alone
across the great billows of green, and,
standing in solitude in the silence, beheld
stretched before her countless leagues of
luminous sunset, that she said to herself
that the West was grand and beautiful.
They were driving now along the smooth
prairie road. A silvery creek ran along
its edge, bright and bank-full. Here and
there a Judas bush showed its crimson
among the bush greens. To right and left
stretched away the boundless prairie.
Laura had requested the driver to get
away from the uninviting home; but for
the first time there was a shallow between
herself and her husband.
In justice to young Mrs. Amberley, let
me say that she tried to repress her discon
tent, but this only made her disappoint
ment more apparent to her husband. More
and more it troubled him, loving his
young wife most tenderly, and at last he
said:
"If yon really cannot give up the little
girl Laura, you sh <ll have her."
41 ' Algernon,"she cried, "it isn't that. I
like the little Nelly so very much, but I
don't see an\ thing to like in Ted," who
came baslifully out to take the horses. He
always stared at Laura. Certainly she was
the most beautitul£creature he had ever
seen in his life.
Secretly he adored her as she lingered a
moment now. Having descended from the
carriage, and being loth to go into the
house, he addressed her:
"Be you going to take me ?"
POEMS OF THE WEEK.
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 13, 1880.
"No," said Laura, quickly; "I think I
shall take Nelly."
"She noticed thai the boy's head dropped
as he turned away, leading the horses; hut
she took little notice of that.
The next morning her husband was
called to Chicago alone on business. She
endured the uncongenial surroundings as
long as she could, then caught up her hat
ami shawl and went out to walk.
She strolled half a mile, found the ford
ing of the creek and still went on.
The emerald of the bush grass was mag
nificent, the May sky arched alove blue as
lapus lazuli. Sweet wild birds Hew over
her head, and no other living thing was in
sight.
The great stillness 1m 1 a wonderful
charm for her. Now she looked wonder
ingly at the green distance surrounding her,
then wandered about, gathering the flow
ers that gemmed the grass like rubies, sap
phires and stars of gold.
The tinted clouds of sunset began to fall
in the West at last and she turned toward
home.
After walking quite a distance she began
to look anxiously for the landmarks of her
return. In vain. Round and round she
wandered; but the changing light gave
everything a new aspect.
For half an hour she stood with throb-
Ling heart, looking vainly to the right and
left—lost!
The roseate light deepened into gray.
A dense fog crept around her. She -had
directed her faltering footsteps to a single
oottouwood tree, and now stood clinging to
it, her heart sinking in her bosom. Oh,
where was she and what would become of
her ?
She could make no further effort, so be
wildered had she become that she knew
no longer iu which direction to search.
Must she stay there all night ? If so she
tried to believe that nothing would harm
her.
But it grew dark. The fireflies swarmed
around her head. She heard a strange,
istant, mournful noise which terrified her.
Suddenly she heard her name called:
"Aunt Laura! Aunt Laura!" She replied.
"Here!" eagerly, and a small figure can e
bounding through the rustling grass 10 her
side.
It was Ted.
"Oh, Tea 1 I am lost !"
"I know it. I came to find you. I was
watching for ycu to come back—you did
not come. I said nothing to the others. 1
set off to find you. Come quick ! I think
I can find the ford."
Laura grasped the ben's small, eager
hand, and hunied away with him through
the dew-wet grass.
"You are all wet, Ted."
"I could not wait to find the ford; 1
swam across."
Laura's eyes distended still further with
surprise.
They were hurryiug—running.
"I know the way, but it is so dark,"said
Ted.
"Ted, wou't the others come for me ?"
•'I don't know."
It was a hesitating, pained tone.
"Your own IOIKS are away, you know ?"
A selfish, churlish man, two young and
unreliant girls; who would search the lone,
chilly prairie if Ted had not come !
Laura's soft, jeweled hand closed tighter
on the child's rough one.
"Oil, Ted! my husband will pay you
for this!"
He stopped.
"Aunt Laura, it's no use to go on. 1
can't find the ford, it's got so dark."
He was panting.
"The tree," he replied, wasn't it an old
dry one ?"
"Dry and withered, I lielieve—yes."
"We must go back to it."
"Why?"
He did not answer, but hurried her on.
"Ted, what is that noise I hear? Dogs
barking?''
"Hurry! Hurry!" pulling her over the
backward path.
"Why must we go back to that tree,
Ted ?"
"It is dry, you said ?"
"Ted what is that howling?"
Her voice shook with a vague fear now.
"Here it is."
He placed her with her back against the
old dry tree.
"I brought some matches," he panted.
"Matches! What for?"
He snatched some dry leaves together,
tore some strips from his old cotton jacket
sleeve, and lighted the whole.
Then he threw on dead branches, all
piled against the further side of the tree
trunk.
"Ted, what is that for?''
"Wol vcß, wolves! Don't you see them?"
cried the boy throwing out his arms*"But
you needn't be afraid; they can't hurt you
now. Oh, Aunt Laura, they'll never come
near us now, for they are afraid of fire, and
the tree is burning."
Laura had sank upon the ground, fainting
with terror.
"Oh, Ted, dear Ted!" she sobbed, "I'll
help you '."—for the flames dying down for
an instant, the boy began snatching up
handfuls of dry grass.
For hours they worked, piling on all the
inflammable material they could find
around the trunk of the cottonwool, while
those strange dancing sparks so near the
ground—the fierce eyes of the wolves,
which Laura saw plainly now—reluctantly
retreated when the flames blazed, at last,to
the topmost boughs of the tree, and the
light streamed far and wide.
Disheveled, pallid, exhausted, her mi
cry lost at last in a brief sleep—thus A
geron Amberley found his wife in the earl
dawn.
The ground smoked beneath her, burn
ing twigs fell around her; but Ted's watch
ing eyes took care that she was not burned.
Ilis little jacket was wrapped around her
shoulders; her head was pillowed on his
knee.
"She's tired, I reckon," he said simply.
"Oh, my boy!" broke from Algernon
Amberley's lips.
He carried his wife home in his arms,
Ted leading the way—Ted never once con
scious of the love he had earned, but sad
and lonely again in that old farm-house.
But Laura had him brought to her bed
side, held his hands in hers, kissed his little
grimy cheeks.
"Ted, you are going back with us.
There is not another boy so loved in all the
world."
And it was true.
—Caps and hats came Into general
use about 144 W.
(letter Cooks.
What are some of the things that every
cook who prepares the food for any family
ought to know ? Unless the whole routine
of her work be hap hazard and unreliable,
she should have intelligent and well-defined
opinions concerning the relations of food to
physical growth, so she can furnish that
which is best adapted to the whole house
hold, tit to build up symmetrical and
healthful bodies for the children, as well as
to give to the mature workers of the family
the necessary nutriment to keep good the
balance between supply and demand. The
children should not fail to develop properly
because of her ignorance of their ueeiis.
The father should never give out more
strength and vitality in his struggle with
the world than she can make gixxl to him
as she prepares his daily food. All this
implies a practical application of the prin
ciples taught in physiology and chemistry,
as well as a knowledge of the kind and
quality of nourishment stored in plants,
flesh, flsli and fowl. Earth, air and sea
furnish her with materials which she must
understand how to prepare so that it can be
easily transformed into bone, blood and
muscle iu such proportions that each shall
have its proper development. She must be
both too wise and too humane to concoct
any dish or brew any drink that will induce
dyspepsia, headache or dullness. Never
until c<x>ks give more time to the mastery
of such stud.es will cookery take its proper
plaee among sciences. These bodies of
ours are exceedingly complicated aud deli
cate machines, not to he safely tami>ered
with Jiy bunglers. A blacksmith can
undertake with greater impunity to make a
watch, than an ignorant and untrained
housewife to build up without knowledge
and without skill a symmetrical aud per
fectly developed human body.
And when the value of these txxhes, not
only as physical organisms but as related to
mental growth, is fully appreciated, the
work of the skilled eook will rank with
that of other great scientists, and, more
than this, with that of other great philan
thropists. It is not extravagant to say that
the progress of humanity toward true per
fection depends largely on this branch of
domestic economy. How much thought,
time and study are given now to the projx-r
food for fine stock? Here in our own lab
oratory extensive analyses of grasses,
grains, etc., have been made in order to
determine which will most rapidly and
healthfully stimulate the growth of cattie
aud swine. Surely we owe aa much care
to our children as to our herds. It is cer
tainly true that just in proportion to the ad
vance of any people in civilization will be
the advance of care aud skill in the prepa- j
ration of food, it is therefore worthy of
absorbing study. Health, mental vigor,
virtue and happiness depend more closely |
than we are apt to imagine on the cook who
reigns in our kitchen.
The Pk<l A Kent.
He wus a well dressed! pleasant faced
man, aud he carried a black box in
liis hand. He entered an office
with a familiar air, walked up to the sole
occupant, who was writing a letter, and
began :
' Excuse me, sir, but I represent four
different kinds of pads, viz: Lung—"
"I am busy/' Interrupted the letter
writer.
"Yiz : Lung, liver stomach and kidney,
and in a few (lays we—"
"Didn't I say that I was busy?" de
manded the citizen as he put down his pen.
"You did, sir; and in a few days we
shall bring out the heart pad, the throat
pad and the ear pad. Excuse me if 1 sit
down. Please let me feel of your pulse. *
"I want none of your pads, sir! lam
busy, sir, aud 1 want my office to myself!"
"Nevertheless, you do want a pad, and
1 can prove it. A healthy pulse should not
beat over eighty-five per minute. I'll bet
yours goes to a hundred. Any one can see
that you are ailing. I can sell you a beau
tiful stomach pad at reduced rates. How
much do you—"
"Didn't I say I didn't want any of your
pads, sir ?"
"Correct, you did. Do your lungs
trouble you ?"
"No, sir!"
"Heart all right ?"
"Y'es, sir!"
"Hearing good?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Ever have the bak-ache ?"
"No, sir!"
".Spleen all right?"
"Yes, sir! '*
"Throat bother you ?"
"No, sir! I tell you I don't want any of
your pads I want to be let right alone.'
I've got a head-ache this morn ."
"Eureka! Keep still! —not a word 1
Y'ou furnish the capital, and I'll put in my
time and we'll bring out a head-ache pad 1
Capital idea—rich thought! Go ahead
and write your letter, aud I'll be—"
The citizen ran for his cane in the corner
but the pads had walked out to hunt for
ailing humanity.
Absence of Mhut.
"Speaking of absence of mind," said the
Rev. Sidney Smith, "the oddest Instance
happened to me once in forgettingmy name.
1 k mocked at a door in London, and asked
if Mrs. B. was at home. "Yes, sir: pray
what name shall 1 say ?' I looked in the
man's face astonished —what name ? Aye,
that is my question—what is my name ? I
believe the man thought me mad, but it is
true that during the space of two or three
minutes 1 had no more idea of who I was
than if 1 had never existed. I did not
know whether I was a dissenter or a lay
man ; I felt as dull as Sternlioldor Jenkins.
At last, to my great relief, it Hashed across
me that I was Sidney Smith. I heard also
f|f a clergyman, who went jogging aloqg on
he road until he came to a turnpike.
'What is to pay?' 'Pay, sir? for what?'
asked the turnpike man. 'Why, for my
horse, to be sure !' 'Your horse, sir ! what
horse? Here is no horse, sir !' 'No horse!
God bless me!' said he, suddenly looking
down between his legs, 'I thought I was
on horse back!"
Longevity of Trees.
The following table of the comparative
longevity of trees, is based on an examina
tion of annual concentric layers of the old
est known trees. Judas-tree, 300 years;
common elm, 335; common ivy, 450; com
mon maple, 416; white birch 576; oiange
tree, 630; evergreen cypress, 800; common
olive, 800: walnut 900; oriental plane, 1,000;
common lime 1,100; common fir, 1,20©;
cedar of Lebanon, 2000; taxodium dis
tiehum, 1,000- vsw 3200.
Chum mine ft"* Kluefiwh.
"1 tell you," said Andrew Hainmis, a
Long Island fisherman, "it's no fun fishing
in the bay or outside in the winter. Of
course wo fish all winter for cod. About
the first of November they l>egin to run,
and we regularly fish for them until May.
When the coil come tlie fishermen go down
to Wiginlet, over the beach, and build
huts. Then whenever the weather is at all
favorable they go outside. There are as
many as thirty lioats out at once sometimes.
They fish as the old smackers used to fish,
with hooks every six feet on the line, let
ting the fish hook themselves. The smack
ers are those that go out in large smacks,
and stay days, and sometimes weeks. They
put their catch into as they call them,
and take them to Fulton market alive.
There is much rivalry betweeu them ami
the yawl fishers. The latter do not keep
their fish alive, and so when they take
I hem to market it is necessary to sell the
dead fish first. This hurts the business of
the smackers, and last winter they tried to
get a law passed that no dead txxi fish
should in Fulton market, but they
couldn't get it through. I tell you, yawl
fishing is hard work. Sometimes we can't
go out it is perhaps so cold that ;your lines
freeze the minute theyr leave the water.
They have to be handled bare-handed, and
so frozen fingers follow. I freeze my fin
gers regularly every winter."
By this time the fishing grounds, alxmt a
mile north of the Surf hotel, were reached.
There were already several Iniats at anchor,
and Sammis's sloop was soon added to the
number. The fishing was to lie done by
"chumming," a method entirely new to
the writer. He watched the fisherman
and sajv how it was done. First, Sammis
sharpened a rusty hatchet and a rusty
butcher knife on a piece of a brick. Wheth
er all "chummers" use a brick or not is not
known Sammis did. Withthe knife he sliced a
piece off of one of tiie hunkers, and cut this
piece into small chunks. This was for the
hooks, and the hooks were baited. Then,
drawing a rude chopping Ixiard from the
hold, he placed it by the boat's side, and,
placing a bunker therein, he proceeded to
chop and mangle it until it was fine. It did i
not make a pleasant looking mesa. This
was "chum." A handful was throwu over- i
Ixiard often, and the tide carried it off. The
hooks were thrown in, and they, too, float- ,
•d back with the chum.
"The main thing," £ammis said, hold
ing his line with one hand and cutting
"chum" with the other, "is to keep the
trail of chum unbroken. Tlie fish are soon
attracted and follow it and feed on it,
There, you've got a bite; pull him along,
don't give him any slack; that's right.
With immense pride the writer yanked
his fish, which was very gamy and made
all the fight possible, now jumping clean out
of the water, then coming head first for the
boat. The hook was baited and again
thrown out, Sammis meanwhile cutting
"chum" and holding his line in his teeth.
A savage bluefish jerked the line from his
teeth and made oft with the bait unharmed.
Tiie writerpulled in another and lost two.
Sammis, with cutting bait and pulling out
fish, had his hands full. In less than an
hour twenty-eight handsome fish were
struggling iu the boat. Suddenly they stop
ped biting.
"It's slack water," Sammis saul. "They
won't bite for an hour or two, until the
tide sets out pretty strong. '1 hey're a nice
fish, ain't they ? Bui they are perfect gor
mandizers. They'll eat just as long as there
is anything to eat. I've seen a lot of blue
fish get into a school of hunkers, and the
water all around would be red with blood.
A bluefish would catch a bunker and shake
him all to pieces, as a dog shakes rats, and
they would bite and snap into the school
apparently out of pure deviltry. But we're
going to have more nasty weather; the rain
aiu't over yet. If you say so we 11 run back.
Pity it's so stormy. Come down some
pleasant day and I'll give you all the sport
you want."
A Snake Swat lower.
Recently farmer Potts, of Berks county,
Pn., was the victim of a terrible adventure.
Becoming drowsy he laid under a tree, and
while sleeping a snake alioiit nineteen
inches in length and of a green color darted
into his open mouth and descended into his
stomach. After he awoke he experience'!
a peculiar and sickening sensation At
times he frothed at the mouth, and his
eyes almost started from their sockets. A
physician pressed his ear to Potts' breast
and distinctly heard the movements of the
reptile. The victim was required to inhale
the steam of boiled milk, which produced
a strangling sensation, the snake having
made an unsuccessful effort to leave the
stomach. Potts was then led under a shed
roof and put ou a wagon. A strong rope
was bed to a beam aud theu securely
wrapped around the legs of the sufferer.
The wagon was then pulled away, and Potts
was left dangling head down. While in
this position he again inhaled the steam of
boiled milk. The patient's tongue pro
truded and his eyes started. The thick
steam flowed into his throat and the suf
ferer made a noise as if choking. Then
quick as thought the docter saw a head
protrude, and seizing it with his naked
fingers he quickly pulled and the reptile
was dashed into an empty bucket. In a
few seconds Potts was lying on the ground
nearly dead. He was given some whisky
and water and was rubbed with coarse
toweling, and finally he seemed to be rest
ing easy, lie was carried into the house
and put to bed, and light food was admin
istered. His throat was very sore, but
still he was thankful when he was told that
the reptile had been removed. He is
slowly recovering.
A Kcflned liutcher.
Hai kins' daughter returned from Den
ton's butcher shop, laid a steak upon the
table and said:
"That's the most refined butcher I ever
met. I asked him if this steak was tender,
and he said, 'Oh! so beautifully tender, as
the maiden in the first blush of love, a steak
fit to be classed with tender, and hallowed
associations, aud one likely to be devoured
by so fair and beautiful a maiden.' "
llarkins pushed the glasses up on top of
his head, looked at the girl, and then
thundered:
"What under the canopy was that fellow
giving you?"
Aud, as her color came and went, she re
plied :
"Giviug me taffy, I suppose." ,
P OSTAGK stamps must not be used
more than once. To go through the
malls a letter must bear the stamp of
originality.
Something About Curls.
Evary man has noticed, and every man
of taste hits been disgusted with the flat
curls, which many women wear upon their
forehead, giving them jis artificial and un
attractive an appearance as anything of
equal dimensions can. These curls are kept
in place, it seems, by gumming the .hair
with bandoline, a preparation of quince
seeds. In consequence of its demand for
this purpose the import&tion of quince-seeds
has largely increased. The seeds used to
te admitted free as seeds for medicinal use,
but beiug now employed as an aid to the
j toilet, a duty ol twenty percent, advalorem
has been put upon them. It is not the pro
vince of the Secretary of the Treasury to
regulate the national taste, but if he had
made the seeds pay one-hundred per cent,
or any amount of duty sufficient to prevent
the manufacture of bandoline, and the mak
ing of those odious curls, be would have
done a public benefit. But, neither he nor
any other man, nor any public laxly, can
hinder women who are so resolved, from
disfiguring themselves. If they had not
bandoline they would get something else,
for they seem determined to wear the hid
eous curls. W hen we remenil>er that the
entire sex are absorlK*! with the question
i of how to make themselves look best, it is
impossible to understand why they take such
1 pains to produce the opposite effect. It is
i their ignorance, of couise, which is at fault,
and their ignorance seems to be unconquer
: able. Take them for all in all, American
women have as much taste as any women
in the world, and yet a great many blindly
adopt anything labeled as fashion without
thinking whether it be fit or unfit. Fashion
will at any time drive tbetn into any ab
surdity. It makes thousands, who might
appear to advantage by consulting common
sense, nature and their own needs, appear
unattractive, and often renders them ridi
culous. Fashion, Indeed, as commonly re
presented, is more a deformer than a beauti
lier, and always will be, until women, re
fusing to accept its autocratic behests,
study the principles of pure taste, which
are. radically, always the same, and whose
basis is the becoming. *
A Story of steel f'eun.
Few persons who use steel pens on which
is stamped •'GilloU* have any idea of the
story of suffering, of indomitable pluck and
persistence which belong to the placing of
that name on that article. A loug depres
sion in trade in England threw thousands of
Sheffield mechanics out of work, among
them Joseph Gillott, then twenty-one years
of age. He left the city with but a shilling
in his pocket. Reaching Birmingham, he
went into an old inn and sat down upon
a wooden settle in the tap-room. His last
penny was spent for a roll. He was weak,
hungry and ill. He had not a friend iu
Birmingham, and there was little chance
that he would find work. In his despond
ency he was tempted to give up, and turn
beggar or tramp. Then a sudden fiery
energy sietsed him. He brought his fist
down on the table, declaring to himself that
he would try and trust in God, come what
would. 11c found work that day in making
belt buckles, whicn were then fashionable.
As soon as he bad saved a pound or two he
hired a garret in Bread street, and there
carried on work for himself, bringing his
taste and his knowledge of tools into con
stant use, even when working at hand-made
go<xis. This was the secret of Gillott's suc
cess. Other workmen drudged on passive
ly in the old ruts, lie was wide-awake,
eager to improve his work, or to shorten
the way of working. He fell in love with
a pretty and sensible girl named Mitchell,
who, with her brothers, was making steel
pens. Each pen was then clipped, punoheti
and polished by hand, and pens were sold
at enormous high prices. Gillott at once
brought his skill in tools to bear on the
matter, and soou invented a machine which
turned the points out by thousands in the
time that a man would require to make one.
He married Miss Mitchell, and they carried
on the manufacture together for years. On
the morning of his marriage the industrious
young workman made a gross of pens, and
sold them for thirty-six dollars to pay the
wedding fees. In his old age, having reaped
an enormous fortune by his shrewdness,
honesty and industry, Mr. Gillott went
again to the old inn, bought the settle, and
had the square sawed out and made into a
chair, which he left as an heirloom to his
family to remind them of the secret of his
success.
A \tater non%tr.
A monster whale was recently exhibited
in New York. A man stood on-the whale's
hump as the dead levithian lay along the
bottom of the float. A half block of the
shiny black animal stretched its length be
yond him, while just beneath the path he
walked two and fro upon was the monster's
mouth —a bony, boat-shaped lower jaw,
wider and half as long as a whaleboat, and
a narrow-pointed upper jaw, fringed with
whalebone and triced up with a cable from
the top and a beam underneath, placed as
corncobs arc put in the mouths of hogs in
butcher shops. The whale looks like a long
misshapen mass of glossy India rubber.
Only what may lie called bis after part
thirty or 40 feet back of the hump—is shaped
like a fish, and that terminates much as
whales do in pictures, with a fantail, which
seems to have been accidentally put on the
wrong way. The skin is scratched and
torn in places, and the red blood that dis
tinguishes its kind from the fishes stains its
flesh. On the other side the aroma of the
fresh lime, which seems to have been carted
to the edge of the lower jaw and dumped
in, refreshes the visitor.
"I hope you didn't come here to jab
knives in him," says the irritable man on
the whale's hump, "or umbrellas either, or
sticks (pointing to offenders who used
those implements). We aiu't exhibiting
the inside of the whale, and it won't last
any too long as it is.
"Step right along, good people,' says
this exhibitor to the throng, whose memb
ers march singly, hugging a railing that has
been put up around the dead whale; "step
right along; there's more coming to see the
whale. Pass out of the other door. The
ear, sir, is just beneath that harpoon—no,
that's the eye. Pass on, good people,
you'll see the scars of the lances further
on. He was not killed with that harpoon;
he was killed by two—(that's the spout
hole, sir) —by two bomb lances that ex
ploded in him and killed him. Afterward
that harpoon was stuck in, and he was
towed with it by men in that boat yonder.
"Whales don't have teeth —that's the
whalebone," he said, presently, to a man
who w T anted to know whether whales "al
ways have hair on their teeth?" "That's
the tail and this is the head. The spout
hole it hare at my feet; the ear it under
that harpoou; the eyes are these things.
What are you trying to do—to tee if you
can force your umbrella through the whale,
or do you want to get Inside him? No,
sir; the whale in its natural position—right
tide up, with care. Yet, its dead. You'll
get a full history of the whale when you
go out."
There were many woman in the throng
that kept pouring in at one end of the float,
and out at the other end. The temptation
to poke the yielding mast seemed stronger
with the women than the men. On the
ether hand, the small boys found it impos
sible to past the great flat tail or the leath
ery six-foot fins stretched Put beyond the
railing without walking on them, and
jumping just a little when the showmau
did not see them. There were two men on
the after gang plank, and the circulars sold
by the man who called them "the most
important part of the exhibition," did not
wholly agree with what the other man, iu
a rubber coat, said about the whale.
"This is one of the humpback species,"
the circular read. "It is sixty-five feet long,
and forty-five feet around the body at the
hump, and weighs seventy tons. The car
cass is worth sst>o for oil and bone. He
was bought by 8. 8. Swift & Co. of Prov
incetown for S6OO, and was towed by one
of Boston's biggest tugs to New York,
which took four days and nights, and cost
$450 for toypage. When captured twenty
barrels of herring were taken out of him.
This is the largest whale ever exhibited m
the United States. This whale was struck
by a bomb lance. A bomb lance is filled
with dynamite, which explodes when it
strikes the blubber, killing the whale."
"It's a finback," said the man in the
rubber contemptuously. "I've bean a
whaler twenty-five years and 1 never took
one of them fishes, though many's the
chance I've had to do rt. Why not? *
I they can run like the devil, and they al- *
ways do when they're stmcks This one
was sick or they'd never have gcflt him
There aim no oil in him to speak of —no
finback ever had mor'n fifteen barrel In
him. I'd sooner catch a black fish. Big?
Pshaw! He amt nothing alongside of a
right or a sperm whale. It's a good spec,
though. They paid S7OO for him; took in
more than that in the first two hours."
Indian Longevity*
There is an Indian woman now living at
Jo*hia Peters'a, near San Luis Key, Cali
fornia, who is at least one hundred and
twenty-four years of age. Many years ago
her hair turned snowy white, but within
recent years it has undergone renewal, and
is now as black as a coal. She is now in
her second childhood—speaks and lisps, and
lias all the mental characteristics of a child.
Some fifteen years ago this woman's mem
ory was good, and she recollected and told
distinctively of the time when the .Mission
Fathers began building the San Diego Mis
sion and tried to civilize the Indians. At
that time—l769—she was a young woman,
and living witn her tribe near the Valfe de
loe Viojaa The missionaries sent their
soldiers and vaqueros after the Indians "to
corral them and bring them into the mis
sions, and treated the Indians with great
severity and cruelty. The old woman used
to relate that one of these vaqueros threw a
lasso ever to catch her, and in se doing
strangled to death the infant that she was
carrying on her back. W. B. Couta and
other old residents of San Luis Key know
this venerable woman well, have often lis
tened to her relations of past times, and are
perfectly convinced that she is one hundred
and twenty-four yeais old.
KafHiißtan. ,
Surgeon-Major H. W. Bellew, of the
British Army, has lately collected from
native authorities some useful information
respecting Kaffiristan, that interesting
country which no European has so far suc
ceeded in exploring. It appears that It is,
after all, only about 150 miles in length by
50 or 60 in breadth, and its boundaries may
be taken as the Hindu Rush on the north,
including both the northern and the south
ern slopes, from laitkoh Darra on the east
to the Farajgal Valley on the range sepa
rating it from Panjshir on the west; the
Chitral river, down to Chaghansarae, or
even Kunar, on the east, forms its limit in
that direction, while the southern boundary
may be taken to be a line from Dora Nur
on the east to Tagoa on the west; and on
the west it is bounded by the Nijrao and
Panjashir Valleys. The whole area is
mountainous and furrowed by a succession
of long, winding valleys, each of which has
its own system of branches and glens rami
fying into the recesses of the mountains.
From information which Dr. Bellew derived
from a native of the country there appears
to be "nowhere room to gallop a horse."
Ynuug Farmer*.
The Chadd's Ford, Pa., Club, wishing
to encourage the young folks to a study
of the best methods of farming, &c., has
offered a handsome lot of prizes to Chester
and Delaware county boys of seventeen
years and under, who shall raise the largest
number of bushels of corn ou one-eighth of
an acre of land in the year 1880. The
contestants are to be allowed to do as they
please about manuring, hoeing, but
are to keep a record of what they do and
the cost, and report at the end of the season.
Similar prizes are to be offered to the girls
of the two counties who shall make the
best butter. The butter and the corn are to
be exhibited together. Such trials of skill
are calculated 10 do a great deal of good b>
directing the attention of the young folks
to a study of the conditions necessary to
the achievement of the best results*
A Good Deal Mixed.
A short* time ago an enterprising fe
male did a flourishing business in this
countrs by taking orders for corsets.
A flutter has been caused among the ladies
by it being reported that she was a man
cleverly disguised for the purpose. It is
said that she has been arrested for masque
rading in this maimer by a peace officer,
who apprehended him and took her before
a magistrate, where he was accused of
passing herself off on an unsuspecting com
munity as a gentle member of the female
persuasion. If he could escape, she had
better keep clear of this town, or he'll get
every hair of her head pulled out by the
ladies who patronized him , purchased her
confounded corsets, and helped him to earn
a subsistence for her family. Oh! pshaw?
we give it up. Our pronouns have got
mixed, but what we mean to say is that she
deserves to have his ears boxed,
NO. 19.