VOL. IIV.
PROFESSIONAL CARDS OF
BELLEFO N TE-
C. T. Alexander. U. M. Rower.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
BELLEFO NTS, PA.
Office In Garm&n's new building.
JOHN B. LINN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BKLLRFONTK, PA.
Office on Allegheny Street.
QLEMENT DALE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BKLLRFONTK, PA.
Northwest corner of Diamond.
Y° CUM & HASTINGS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BELLKFONTE, PA
High Street, opposite First National Bank.
C. HEINLE,
ATTORNEY AT LA W.
BKLLEFONTK, PA.
Practices in all the courts of centre County.
Spec id attention to Collections. Consultations
in German or English.
F. REEDER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BKLLEPONTK, PA.
All business promptly attended to. CoUection
of claims a speciality.
J. A. Beaver. J. W. Gephart.
JGEAVEK GEPHART,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
BELLKFONTK, PA.
Office on AUeghany Street, North of High.
A. MORRISON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
PA.
Office on Woodrlng's Block, Opposite Court
House. * .g * *
JQ S.KELLER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Consultations In English or German. Office
in Lyon'a Building, Allegheny Street.
JOHN G. LOYE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA. &'
Office in the rooms formerly ocetipied by the
late w. P. Wilson.
BUSINESS GIRDS OF HILLREUF, AC.
"'.i ■ ■ i
p A. STUBGIS,
DEALER IM
Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, Silverware, Ac. Re
pairing neaMy and promptly done and war
ranted. Main street, opposite Bank.^MlUhetm,
ro- T SA jj j
A O DEINIXGER,
* NOTARY PUBLIC.
SCRIBNBB AND CONVEYANCER,
MILLHEIM, PA.
All huslness entrusted to him. such' as writing
and acknowledging Deeds, Mortgages, Releases.
Ac., will be executed with neatness and dis
patch. Office on Main Street.
TT H. TOMLIXSOX,
DEALER IN
" ALL KINDS OF
Groceries. Notions, Drugs." Tobaccos, Cigars,
Fine Confectioneries and everything in the line
of a first-class Grocery Btore.
Country Produce taken In exchange for goods.
wain stieet, opposite Bank, Miilhelm. Pa.
JAAVID I. BROWN,
MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN
TIN WARE, STOVEPIPES, *.,
SPOUTIJKG A SPJECIJXTY.
Shop on Main Street, two houses east or Bank,
MlUhelm, Penna.
T EISENHUTII,
* JUSTICE OF THE PEACE,
MILLHEIM, FA.
All business promptly attended t->.
collection ol claims a specialty.
Office opposite Klsenhuth's Drug Store.
II U3BER & SMITH,
DEALERS IN
Hardware. Stoves, Oils. Paints, Glass, Wall
Pa per vCoach Trimmings, and Saddlery Ware,
Ac., Ac. Qf p a t en t wheels,
corner ot Main and Penn Streets, Miilhelm,
Penna.
JACOB WOLF,
FASHIONABLE TAILOR,
MILLHEIM, PA.
Cutting a Specialty. .
shop next door to Journal Bookstore.
jyj-iLLHEIM BANKING CO.,
MAIN STREET,
MILLHEIM, PA.
A. WALTER, Cashier. DAV. KRAPE, Pres.
HARTER,
AUCTIONEER, '
REBERSBURG, PA.
iatlsractlon Guaranteed.
Site iiillleiitt §fnrt>L
Lift i a InrJen for every man shoulder,
Some may eocape from its troubles and care;
Mist; it in youth and 'twill come when we're
older, >
Aud tit us as close as tire garments we wear.
Borrow comes into cur lives uninvited,
llobbiug our hearts of their treasures of
soug ;
Lovers grow cold aud friend*hips are slighted,
Yet somehow or other we worry along.
Every-day toil is an every day blessing,
Though poverty's cottage and cruet we may
share ;.
Weak is the back on which bur Jens aro press
ing.
But stout is the heart that is strengthened
by prayer.
Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter
Jut when we mouru there were uoue to be
friend ;
Hope in the heart makes the burden seem
light, r.
And somehow or other we get to the eud.
The Charlington Hardness.
Helen Charlington was as white as the
ermine cloak which she had wrapped about
her head and face. Perhaps it was the
night air that made her shiver; but she
faced Doctor Warren Bolton with a deter
mination which needed no words 'or its ex
pression.
"But Helen "
"Listen to me. If you cannot come to
night, do not come to me again anywhere.
It is the eud between us."
"Helen, Helen!"
Her eyes had not left his face.
"Are you going?" she said 9lowly.
For an instant he seemed to waver; but
only for an instant.
"l am goiDg, Helen," he said as slowly ;
"if you ever want me I will come back to
you."
lie doubted afterward if she had even
heard the words, so quickly did she turn
away from him. He caught the dazzle of
the brilliantly lighted room which she en
tered, turned his face to the darkness and
the cold again, and strode off where duty
waited for him.
The Charlingtons were called "a hard
family," not from any social shortcomings,
but on account of their well-known obsti
nacy. Seth Charlington was one of the
largest manufacturers in Riverford, and in
the numerous strikes among its operatives,
always held his own against them longer
and more successively than any other mill
owner. He had discarded his only son for
some slight disobedience. Rumor said that
his wife, who had died when the boy was
born, had gone gladly out of a home in
which she had never known happiness.
There was but one other child, a daughter,
"the image of her every oue
agreed, and the impression prevailed in
Riverford that she was exactly like him in
disposition. A few who knew the facts
asserted that she had taken her brother's
part with such determination that both of
them had been ordered to leave the house
never to return to it; Helen being pre
vented from doing so only by the refusal
of her brother to allow her to sacrifice her
self to his interests. That Helen and her
father were too much alike to agree was
well known, though their lives ran in such
different directions that they seldom
clashed. Mr. Charlington's time was spent
among the looms and spindles of his factory
to which he would not wholly trust any
overseer. His daughter was a social favor
ite. Sne enjoyed a life of singular free
dom, and with abundance of money at her
command, gathered about her in her
father's house whatever friends she pleased
to select. Mr. Charlington was glad to
see any display which could be made with
his money, although too busy in making
more to take time for any comfort of his
wn.
Helen, after her engagement to Doctor
Bolton, found herself for the first time in
her life in a position where she was occa
sionally called upon for some self-sacrifice.
For this her previous life had wholly un
fitted her. Much as she loved Warren
Bolton, the new relation between them had
not existed six weeks before they had
many stormy times and words. He was a
popular young physician, with a large
practice among the mill operatives, and
Helen, though neither a jealous nor capri
cious woman; was exacting and unreason
able. She ignored the poverty and wretched
ness of the world. That there was a good
deal or it she knew in a vague, general
sort of way; for Doctor Bolton, he was
content to have it so. It been
his first instinct to shield her from any
thing disagreeable or painful, had she
needed such protection. But for himself
he reserved the right of ministering to the
afflicted, asking no help in his work, but
submitting to no interference. His own
comfort and convenience he was always
ready to sacrifice to her, that of his
patients, even the poorest among them—
never! and slight as the causes of their
quarrels had been, they involved a prin
ciple vital to both.
The old New England fashion of a
Thanksgiving dinner had always been held
in the Charlington family, and Helen's in
vited guests always made a gala day of
what would have been in Seth Cbarling
ton's house a very sombre festival. On
this particular occasion she had arranged
a little different programme. The preced
ing summer Mr. Charlington had built a
fine cottage on the bluffs by the seaside,
five miles south of Riverford, and it was
Helen's fancy to invite the guests, who at
different times had sojourned there with
her, to a Thanksgiving party by the side
of the sea. Her father humored what he
called one of her many unaccountable
whims. The sleighing was fine, the
weather perfect, and it would have been
hard to find a merrier party than the one
assembled at the ocean at that Unaccus
tomed season. But Dr. Bolton was absent.
Helen had not waited for him. She had
received a note from him before they left
the city, saying that business detained
him, and he should, if possible, drive down
to the cottage later in the day. She was
terribly annoyed at the disappointment.
She had always made Thanksgiving her
greatest holiday of the year, and never be
fore had anything occurred to mar its
pleasure.
"Heartless and selfish where I am con
cerned," was the feeling with which she
crushed in her hand the little note. It was
surely too brief and curt to be loverlike,
that was true, but Helen refused to con
sider under what painful pressure it was
probably written.
The whole day passed without his ap
SOMEHOW OR OTHER.
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 15, 1880.
pearance, every hour intensifying Helen's
nnger against him. It was nearly ten
o'clock iH'fore he entered the house, pale
and worn, ami, without removing his over
coat, he made his way directly to Mr.
Charlington. A few animated words
passed between them, evidently disap
pointing the doctor, who, crossing the
room to Helen, Raid hurriedly.
"Come this way one minute. 1 must go
directly back to the city."
Her tirst impulse was to turn away from
him. Her second to make him answer for
what she considered nothing less than an
insult. She followed h'm without a word
to the front door, where he stepped outside
so as not to l>e overheard ; but one glance
at her face made him realize the useless
ness of words.
"You must trust me, Helen," he said,
"until I can explain," but she would not
listen making her own terms. And so they
parted.
"If you ever want me, 1 will come to
you." Over and over she heard the words,
and hated herself for hearing them, as she
moved, smiling and brilliant, among her
guests. Her father was apparently at his
ease, but she knew from the led spot on
his forehead that something had disturbed
him.
The Thanksgiving party was a great
success. At precisely twelve o'clock the
sleighs were brought to the door, and all
returned to the city, separating for their
several homes with many hearty congratu
lations to the host anil hostess.
Mr. Charlington s tace was still flushed.
Even the drive in the snowy air had not
lessened his color. Helen removed her
wrappings, and sat dewn facing him.
"Doctor Bolton had some news for you,
father. What was it ?"
lie glowed at her angrily.
"Nothing pleasant for you to hear,
Helen."
"I have heard things before that were
not pleasant," was the answer, "and I
have a special reason for wanting to
know."
"Doctor Bolton made a discovery in his
visit to-day. Your brother Edgar is in
Riverfork Hospital, brought there yester
day, he tells me, from New York."
At the mention of her brother's name
Helen sprang to. her feet.
"And you " she gasped.
"I am in no way responsible. Edgar
took his own course. I told him that if
he left the house that night, he need
never return to it. For once lie obeyed
me."
"Father, father! And you can be so
cruel! It is Thanksgiving night."
"Did you forget that," ne sneered,
"when you sent Bolton away with almost
the same words. I heard them—acci
dentally.
Appeal was useless, Helen knew. With
out another word she left the room. At
six o'clock that morning she was driven to
the hospital, and shown to her brother's
room. Doctor Bolton had spent the uight
there; but that very hour Edgar had
passed beyond the need of any human
friends. Helen stood rigid by her brother's
bedside.
"lie is to be brought to my father's
house," she said, without looking toward
the doctor, who waited silently, aud with
out another word she passed him.
At the door she hesitated an instant,
looking back at the living and the dead,
the only two she had ever loved on earth.
But Warren Bolton's face was hidden iu
his hands, and, crushing the impulse that
had moved her, she made her way out
into the street.
Her father was alone at the breakfast
table.
"Edgar will be brought home to-day,"
she said, sharply. "You had your way
with him when he was alive, I take mine
now he is dead," and she passed on her
solitary way up-stairs.
The paths of Helen Charlington and
Warren Bolton never crossed each other,
lie heard of her often as a brilliant mem
ber of the society to which she pre-emi
nently belonged. She knew nothing of
him, as hi 9 work and time were given to a
class of the community with which she
could have nothing in common.
Thanksgiving had never been observed
in the family after the day spent at the
seashore. Father and daughter passed it
separately, and if it was an anniversary for
either, it was never spoken of. It was
four years afterward that Helen, a few
days before the annual holiday, announced
her intention of spending it ai the seaside
cottage. It was really a delightful month,
a prolongation of the Indian summer, but
Thanksgiving Day dawned as bleak and
cheerless as the heart of the lonely woman
by the sea. Toward noon a storm came
up, the day wore away in a tempest, which
lulled at nightfall. Helen, wrapped in her
solitary musings, and watching the roll of
the enormous breakers on the beacli, was
Interrupted by her maid,
"One of the fishermen from the shore
would like to speak to you, Miss Charling
ton. "
He entered as she spoke, an old weather
beaten man, evidently in great distress.
"It's my boy," he explained, "hurt, my
lady. They brought him ashore, and the
Riverford doctor has come down to see
him, but it's a bit of the brandy that's
wanting, lady, and I thought may-be you
would have it to give me.'.' %
A# the maid left the room to get the
needed supply, she asked, "Doctor Bol
ton ?''
"Oh, yes, lady, the doctor who is so
good to the poor fisher folks. He always
comes when we need him, God bless him,
though it's little of the mOney he gets from
any of us."
The old man hurried away with the
brandy. A few minutes later a servant
was dispatched with an immense basket of
provisions, and a note which ran ;
"WARREN, you said if I ever wanted
you, you would come to me. If there is
less hardness in your heart than in our
family blood, come and spend Thanksgiv
ing evening with
"HELEN."
It was fully three hours later before
Doctor Bolton stepped upon the cottage
piazza. It was duty first then, as it. had
always been. But a woman met him at
the door, eager, impetuous, radiant. With
one look into his intense, loving eyes, she
threw her arms about him.
"Take me back," she cried, "here, in
the very spot where 1 was so cruel years
ago. I have vented you all the time,
Warren."
And as he folded her close : to his heart,
he realized the love which could conquer
the Charlington hardness, was a love worth
waiting for, and to both it was indeed a
Thanksgiving.
French Mcul-MitrkcU uml Uenuturttiitn.
The restaurants, hotels, and pastrycooks,
shops in Paris, are visited by a special set
of inspectors, whose business it is to ascer
tain whether the kitchens are clean and the
cookiug utensils free from verdigris. The
Grand Hotel and Cafe Anglais are amend
able to this inspection equally with the
meanest eating-houses of the suburbs; and
if the inspectors discover any ground of
complaint they visit the house day after
till the owner mends his manners. Butchers,
fishmongers poulterers aud pork-butchers
have also a set of inspectors specially ap
pointed to watch over them, and many ex
cellent laws exist in France for keeping
the premises of these tradesmen in a healthy
condition. Thus, the butcher's shops must
have nothing wooden in their fixtures ex
cept the chopping-block. The floor must
be covered with enamel tiles, and in place
of shutters there must be iron bars, that
fresh air may pour into the shop at all hours
of the night. No slaughtering is allowed
on the premises of butchers of pork,
the giant slaughter-houses at La Villette
I icing sutticient to meet the requirements
of all Paris. Here the cattle and pigs aie
brought along the outer lioulevards between
ten o'clock at night and nine in the morning,
so that there may be no passing of flocks
and herds through the city in broad day
light: and all the delivery of meat must be
effected before ten A. M., in carts having
white cloths to cover the quarters of beef
and mutton. Bad meat may lie so chop
ped up with pepper, spices and garlic that
ail tell-tale flavor will be disguised; but the
meat must be bad, for the pork butchers so
undersell the butchers, that they would ap
parently have us believe that halt a pound
of veal and a similar quantity of ham can
be mixed up with spices and sold as pie,
for about three pence cheaper than a pound
ot plain veal! I.**t us pass lightly over this
delusion. The inspectors can only do their
best, and if they discover offal or tainted
meat on a pork-butcher's premises they im
mediately report the man to the Tribunal
de Simple Police, where he is scolded -.nd
fined; at the same time bis shop will lie
watched for weeks, till perhaps on some
dark night a lad will be discovered stealing
in with a sackful of dead cats, dogs, and
rats, all ready for consignment to those
terrible steam mincing machines, which
make chopped dog look like hashed beef for
you in a trice.
Coming now to the pastrycooks, grocers,
and bakers, the honest folks have to put
up with a great deal of inspection, the gro
cers and bakers in connection with their
weights, the pastry cooks because of the
poisonous coloring matter which they
sometimes put into their sweetmeats. Be
fore the "liberty of baking" liad been de
creed, which was only about a dozen years
ago, absurd raids used to be made upon
bakers to see if they sold pastry, and past
ry cooks were heavily fined if they sold
bread. To this day the bakers form a cor
poration governed by rather peculiar laws,
which compel them to sell common bread
in two-pound or four-pound loaves accord
ing to the tariff, which never varies in best
or worst wheat seasons. A "Caisse de la
Boulangerie" indemnifies the bakers for
the losses tliey may sustain in time of war
or famine; and they repay the fund out of
the profits they clear in years of plenty.
Thus the gains of the trade lie wholly in
the sale of fancy bread, which is not tariff
ed, and it was because the profits in this
direction were so small that the state ended
by reluctantly conceding the principle that
no harm would be done if bakers took to
oaking cakes and tarts in their ovens.
French pastry cooks enjoy the privlegc of
selling liquors, wines aud beer without a
special license, provided they retail it to
customers who are eating on their premis
es; but the only ones who seem to make
an extensive use of this faculty are the
proprietors of two or three big Parisian
houses patronized by the English. These
sell a great deal of port and sherry. To
ccuclude with the inspection of food, an
admirable feature in connection with it is
the perfect incorruptibility of the agents
employed in this work. They are armed
1 with very wide powers; they are poorly
paid, and consequently exposed to many
temptations; yet the cases in which they
have been known to abuse their trust are
so rare that they must be regarded as inev
itable exceptions to a rule of entire blamc
lessness. in the halls where quantities of
edibles—and notably fish—are condemned
every day, the market women loathe the
inspectors, but no one ever ventures to ac
cuse these useful public servants of tamp
'ering with their duty, either for fear or
favor.
Brought to Book.
A funny scene occurred at a recent city
'election in New England, which neither
political party has appeared anxious to
publish. Managers on both sides bad a
hand in it, with an axe or two to be ground.
It was needful to work in some raw voting
material freshly imported, but some of it
couldn't read. To overcome this difficulty,
and meet the constitutional reading test, a
selected passage was agreed upon in ad
vance, and drilled in to the applicant. Upon
liis appearance before the proper officer "to
be made a voice," he promptly read (from
memory) the sentence pointed out, and was
accepted.
Among these candidates was a preterna
turally stupid son of the Emerald Isle. In
vain he tried to commit to memory the
single line from the second amendment to
the Constitution of the United States, "The
right of the people to keep and bear arms
shall not be infringed." A half hour of
hard work left him still uncertain, though
hopeful, of his ability to repeat the words.
Time was up, and he was ushered into the
presence of the keen-eyed guardian of the
franchise. The preliminary questions were
answered with a frankness and accuracy
which left nothing to be desired. Then
came the cruicial test.
"Can you read ?"
"Oh, yis, to be sure."
"Well, read this."—pointing to the line
before mentioned.
The Irishman took the book, gazed at it
intently, turned It upside down, remarked
incidentally that "radin' seemed to come
hard this mornin'," scratched his head,
looked around in vain for the cue from his
"coach," and almost gave up in despair,
but finally shouted:
"Be gorra, I have it. Ivery man shall
be allowed to carry a goon /"
Mri. Clruiupcr on Ilaby Sliowa.
The other day a lady called on Mr.
Grumper's wife, informing the latttr jier
son that she (the visitor) was on the com
mittee for iuviting babies to the prize baby
show, soon to lie given.
"No," said the old lady, "I can't do
nothing for you, becoz, in the first place,
1 hain't got any baby to begin witli, aud in
the second, I don't believe in baby shows."
"For reasons herinafter to be express
ed, " put in the old man, as he detected a
significant glitter in his wife's eyes.
"Now," began Mrs. G., "there was that
baby show in Milton, when rue and Josiab
lived there and Wilberforce was but a
tnirtecn months old, and a dear, sweet, un
complaiuin' child."
"Ah, hura-m!" from Mr. Grumper.
• 'The neighbors said he was the finest
boy tliat ever sucked paint off a red-colored
rattle or cut teeth under disadvantgeous
circumstances. He was such a nice, peace
ful child, he was; never getting out of hu
mor, alius good, seeming like he knew that
yelling wouldn't help him through any
quicker. The folks down there at Milton
got up a baby show, and the first prize
was a twenty-five dollar cradle, to be given
to the finest baby exhibited inside of three
days at the town hail. Josiah knows how
I fixed Wilber up and combed his silky
locks until the first day of the fair came,
aud how when it did come I took him over
on an old wheelbarrow. I sigh to think of
it—of the lair. When I got there they was
about forty brats arranged along the wall
in cradles, and in I wheeled, toting Wilber
and wheelbarrow up along 'ginst the wall.
1 took him back aud forward the whole
three days, and at the end ef the third day
the time for prizes was at hand, and I was
all of a treuiule. There was five deacons
on the judge's committee, and towards
evening they all come down to where I was
sitting with the wheelbarrow, coming to
insfiect my baby, I found. The first one
grabbed him by the nose, and when the
poorinfunt gasped, the big brute laughed
and shuck his finger at the rest. Another
one stepped up and says, 'Good woman we
must test the physical qualifications of
your child;'and then he lifted the poor
chihl party near out of the barrow by bis
ears. My blood begun to boil, when up
came another savin,' '\> e must examine bis
plireuologistic capacities.' Then the son
of-a-easter-egg began ruppin' bis knuckles
about the child's bead, much to the amuse
ment of the rest of the committee. I
could stand it no more, so rushin' up to the
skinny brute I gave him a smart lick in the
right eye with one hand and punched his
ribs with the other. I treated his associ
ates to a siniiliar do9e, and airing my
opinions of their individual selves, I trun
dled the wheelbarrow out, invoking disas
ter to the whole concern. Since which
time," the old lady mused, wiping the
prespiration from her brow, "I hain't been
to no prize baby shows."
"Thank heaven 1" said Josiah.
"But wliat became of the other babies ?"
queried the committee lady, as she arose to
go. "Who got the prize ?"
"I ain't certain," said the lady, "but I
beard they give it to the minister s brat—a
yaller-inouthed, frecklefaced, red-beaded
little brat. Good day."
The Irlali Karl'* Stratagem.
The Castle of Mogeely, two miles from
Tallow, was a principal seat of the Des
mond family. At this castle resided
Thomas, the great Earl of Desmond, who
had a favorite steward that often took
great liberties with his Lord, and, by his
permission, tyrannised over the Earl's
tenants equally with his master. This
steward, unknown to the Earl, gave an in
vitation in his Lord's name to a great
number of chiefs of Munster, with their
followers, to come and spend a month at
this castle. The invitation was accepted,
and crowds of gentlemen flocked in, to the
great surprise of Desmond, who began to
be alarmed lest sufficient provisions should
not be found for such a number of guests.
They had not stayed many days when pro
visions in reality began to fail; and at last
the Earl's domestics informed him that
they could not furnish out a dinner for the
next day. The Earl knew not what to do,
for liis pride could not brook to let his
guests know anything of the matter; be
side, liis favorite steward, who used to
help him in such difficulties, was absent.
At length he thought of a stratagem to
*ave liis credit; and inviting all his com]
pany to hunt next morning, ordered his
servants to set fire to the castle as soon as
they were gone, and pretend it was done
by accident, The Earl and his company
hunted all the forenoon, and from the ris
ing grounds he every moment expected
with a heavy heart to see Alogeeley in
flames. At length, about dinner time, to
his great surprise, hi 9 favorite steward ar
rived, mounted upon a fresh horse. The
Earl threatened him severely for being so
long absent at such a juncture. The
steward told him be had arrived just in
time enough at the castle to prevent hii
orders from being executed; and further,
that he had brought a large supply of corn
and cattle sufficient to subsist him and his
company for some months. This news
not a little rejoiced the Earl, who re
turned with his guests to the Castle,
where they found sufficient of every
thing they wanted.
Bad Fenmanahlp.
The first Napoleon had so little mastery
over Ins pen that his letters from Germany
to Josephine were at first sight taken for
rough maps of the seat of war. John W.
Brooks, the railroad manager, wrote to a
man living on the Michigan Central route,
threatening to prosecute him forthwith, un
less he removed a barn he had run upon the
Company's property. The recipient did
not read the letter, for reading it was im
possible ; but he made out the signature,
and arrived at the conclusion that the man
ager had favored him with a free pass
along the line. As such he used it for a
couple of years, no conductor on the route
being able to dispute his reading of the
document. 11. W. Beecher can hardly be
considered a model scribe, seeing that one
ot his daughters owned that her three guid
ing rules in copying his manuscript were
that if a letter was dotted it was not an i ;
and if it was crossed it was not at; and if
a word began with a capital it did not com
mence a sentence. Horace Greeley's dis
charge of a compositor by note, we all re
member, was used as a recommendation of
character, which brought the bearer honor
and position. Theodore Parker, who was
about the worst writer hereabouts within
the last thirty years, took the premium
when at school for the best penmanship. •
A Wadding Trip.
They seem to have a queer way out west of
of treating a man on trip. Some
time ago—this according to the reliable local
chronicler —a beautiful and timid young
girl, in company with a particularly ugly
looking man, got aboard a train on an lowa
railroad. They attracted the attention of
the passengers at once; the girl appeared
so uneasy and the man so anxious, that the
most dreadful things were easily imagin
able. After a while it ocurred to some of
the more chivalrous that the ugly man was
ruuuing off with this beautiful young girl
in away that he had no right to do. So
certain were they of this that a meeting
was held in the smoking car, and a vigilance
committee appointed to see that the ugly
man was put off the train and the
girl protected, At a very lonely place on
the road they proceeded to perform their
whole duty. The train was stopped, and
while the beautiful young girl went into a
swoon the vigilance committee bound and
gagged the ugly man and threw him from
the train into the swamp. He was left
there, while the train went on about its
business. In the course of an hour the
beautiful young girl came to and asked for
"him," and the chairman of the vigilance
committee, in the simple language of the
prairie, said : tl Cheer up, sissy ; we give
him the grand bounce ofTn the rear plat
form." The beautiful young girl went into
another swoon, but she finally recovered
enough ot her senses to tell the impetuous
gentlemen who had appointed themselves
her protectors that the ugly man was her
husband, that he was a Sunday school
teacher, and just too sweet for anything.
The vigilance committee has retired from
the business of rescuing beautiful young
girls from ugly-looking men.
The Buiband't Commandments.
I. lam thy husband, whom thou didst
vow to love, honor and obey; for I saved
thee from old-maidism and the term of sin
gle blessedness.
11. Thou Bhalt not look upan any other
man to love or admire him; for lam thy
husband, who will visit the sin of the wife
upon followers; therefore kep thou faith
fully to thy marriage vows.
111. Thou shalt not backbite thy hus
band, nor speak lightly of him; neither
shalt thou expose his faults to his neigh
bors, lest he should punish thy perfidy by
a deprivation of sundry items, such as bon
nets, dresses, etc.
IV. Thou shall purchase cigars for thy
husband rather than ribbons for thyself.
V. Thou shalt not go to the opera or eve
ning parties without thy husband; neither
shalt thou dance too frequently with thy
"cousin" or thy "husband's" friends.
VI. Thou shalt not listen to flattery
nor accept trinkets from any man save thy
husband.
VII. Thou shalt not rifle thy husband's
pockets for money when he is asleep;
neither shalt thou read any letters thou
mayest find therein; for it is his business
to look after his own affairs, and thine to
let his alone.
VIII. Thou shalt conceal nothing from
thy husband.
IX. Thou shalt not make false repre
sentations of the state of the pantry, thy
purse or thy wardrobe.
X. Remember to rise early in the morn
ing and be prepared with becoming good
humor to welcome thy husband at the
breakfast table.
XI. Look for no jewelry from thy hus
band on the anniversary of thy wedding,
for it is written: "Blessed are those who
expect nothing, for they shall not be dis
appointed."
laming Animals.
The ancients apparently knew lilLe of
natural science. The Romans domestica
ted some animals, and acclimated many
more than we have yet done in our day.
Rome, in her degenerate days, saw
astounding collections of hippopotami,
ostriches and giraffes, hundreds of which
were let loose into her gigantic arenas, with
whole packs of lions and tigers; but the
only object of these sanguinary shows was
to gratify the brutal appetite for slaughter
shared alike by profligate emperors and a
degraded people. The only remarkable
success' obtained in those days was the skill
of the numerous professional tamers, who
seem to have done wonders. "They tame
the tigers" says a poem of early imperial
date, "they soften the rage of the lion,
converse with the elephants, and render
these unwieldy masses flit for human arts
and duties." Nor was their skill confined
to dancing apes or talking parrots, to
dramatic dogs and acrobatic elephants;
they seem actually to have been able to
change the nature of the fiercest brutes,
for Marc Anthony rode about Rome in a
chariot to which two lions were yoked; and
Berenice, the Egyptian Queen, had a fav
orite lion, wno is reported to have eaten at
her table, and to have licked her cheeks.
Up to the fourth century it was a regular
profession to "make bears, bulls, and lions
fit for intercourse with men."
A Bird Baby.
The phenomenon is a baby, in France,
aged six months, named Augustine Lavir,
the nape of whose neck has the singular
gift of producing an uninterrupted succes
sion of feathers. Twenty-three have al
ready sprouted, reached maturity and fal
len off, to be carefully stored up by the in
fant's father, a workingman, whose future
may be considered made if the amazing
story turns out correct. The manner in
which these feathers grow is thus described:
A pimple forms on the nape of the neck,
quite close to the roots of the hair. At the
expiration of a certain time the pimple
blossoms into a feather, the child, at the
moment when it appears, seeming to ex
perience a slight uneasiness. The feather,
which is curled and gilded, attains, when
fully grown, from ten to twelve centimetres
in length, When it falls a few drops of
w r hitish color issue from the pimple, which
then heals, leaving no trace of its existence
for a while until another appears, inclosing
the germ of another feather. A curious
circumstance, says tne Vigie, is that the
feather remains six days on the infant's
neck when fully grown before falling, and
that its successor takes as many days to
sprout as its predecessor to reach maturity.
The father of the phenomenal child in
tends taking it to Paris within a few days
in order to ask science to investigate the
cause ol this freak of nature, which, if it
really exists, it is certainly one of the
strangest heard of recently.
—William H. Vanderbilt employs
twenty-seven thousand seven hundred
and six men.
The Bewitched Clock.
About half past eleven o'clock on Sun
day night, a human leg, enveloped in bine
broadcloth, migbt have been seen entering
Cephas Barberry's kitchen window. The
leg was followed finally by the entire per
son of a lively Yankee, attired in his Sun
day go-to-meetin' clothes, It was, in
short, Joe Mayweed who thus burglariously,
in the dead of the night, won his way into
the deacon's kitchen.
•'Wonder how mnch the old deacon
made by orderin' me not to darken his
door again ?" soliloquised the young man.
"Promised him I wouldn't but didn't say
nothin' about winders. Winders is just as
good as doors, if there ain't no nails to tear
your trowsers onto. Wonder if Sal 'll
come down? The critter promised me.
I'm afraid to move here, 'cause I might
break my shins over somthin' or other, and
wake up the old folks. Cold enough to
freeze a polar bear here. Oh, here comes
Sally!"
The beautiful maiden descended with a
pleasant smile, a tallow candle, and a box
of matches. After receiving a rapturous
greeting, she made up a roaring fire in the
cooking stove, and the happy couple sat
down to enjoy the sweet Interchange of
views and hopes. But the course of true
love ran no smoother in old Barberry's
kitchen than it did elsewhere, and Joe,
who was making up his mind to treat him
self to a kiss, was startled by the voice of
the deacon, her father, shouting from her
chamber door:
••Sally, what are you getting up in the
middle of the night for ?"
"Tell him it's most morning," whispered
•'I can't tell a fib," said Sally.
•'l'll make it a truth, then," said Joe,
and running to the huge old-fashioned clock
that stood in the corner, he set it at five.
•'Look at that clock and tell me what
time it is," cried the old gentleman up
stairs.
"It's five by the clock," answered Sally,
and corroborating the words the clock
struck five.
The lovers sat down again and resumed
the conversation. Suddenly the staircase
began to creak.
* 'Good gracious! It's father!"
"The deacon, by thunder!" cried Joe.
"Hide me, Sal I"
"Where can I hide you ?" cried the dis
tracted girl.
"Oh, I know," said he, "111 squeeze
into the clock-case."
And without another word, he concealed
himself in the case and drew the door be
hind him.
The deacon was dressed, and sitting
himself down by the cooking stove, pulled
out his pipe, and lighted it,and commenced
smoking very deliberately and calmly.
"Five o'clock, eh?" said he. "Well, I
shall have time to smoke' three or four
pipes, then I*ll go and feed the critters."
"Hadn't you better go and feed tne crit
ters first, sir, and smoke afterwards," sug
gested the dutiful Sally.
"No, smokin' clears my head and wakes
me up," answered the deacon, who seemed
not a whit disposed to hurry his enjoyment.
Bur-r-r-r—whiz-z—ding—ding! went the
clock.
"Tormenting lightning!" cried the dea
con, starting up and dropping his pipe on
the stove. "What in creation's that ?"
"It's only the clock striking five," said
Sally tremulously.
Whiz! ding! ding! ding! went the old
clock furiously.
"Powers of mercy I "cried the old dea
con. "Striking five! It's struck a hun
dred already."
"Deacon Barberry 1" cried the deacon's
better half, who had hastily robed herself,
and now came plunging down the staircase
in the wildest state of alarm. "What is
the matter with the clock ?"
"Goodness only knows," replied the old
man. "It's been in the family these hun
dred years and never did I know it to carry
on so before."
. Whiz! bang! bang! bang! went the
clock
"It 'll burst itself!" cried the old lady,
shedding a flood of tears, "and there won't
be nothing left of it."
"It's bewitched," said the deacon, who
retained a leaven of New England supersti
tion in his nature. "Anyhow," he said,
after a pause advancing resolutely toward
the clock. "I'll see what's got into it I"
"Oh, don't," cried the daughter affec
tionately seizing one of his coat tails, while
his faithful wife clung to the other.
"Don't chorused both the women to
gether.
"Let go my raiment I" shouted the dea
con, "I ain't afraid of the powers of dark
ness."
But the women would not let go, so the
deacon slipped off his coat and while, from
the sudden cessation of resistance, they fell
heavily to the fioor, he darted forward and
laid his hand on the door of the clock-case.
But no human power could open it. Joe
was holding it inside with a death grasp.
The deacon began to be dreadfully fright
ened. He gave one more tug. An un
earthly yell as of a fiend in distress came
from the inside, and then the clock case
pitched headforemost on the floor, smashed
its face and wrecked its proportions.
The current of air extinguished the light
—the deacon, the old lady and Sally fled
up-stairs, and Joe Mayweed extricating
himself from the clock, effected his retreat
in the same way that be had entered. The
next day all Appletown was alive with
the story of how Deacon Barberry's clock
had been bewitched; and though many
believed its version, some, and especially
Joe Mayweed, affected to discredit the whole
affair, hinting that the deacon had been
trying the experiment of tasting frozen
cider, and that the vagaries of the clook
case existed only in his distempered imagi
nation. _ _
Bed Hot Item*.
Colonel Bagahot, of the Chodunk, Pa. t
Union, recently left his paper in the hands
of an assistant, while he took a trip to the
city. On his return the Colonel found the
whole town with a big club in hand, in
waiting at the depot. The assistant, ac
cording to the voracious Lock Haven
Journal , had inserted several "red-hot"
items, of which the following are speci
mens: "Religious Intelligence.—That
whited-sepulchre, Deacon Marsh, was no
ticed last Saturday night, trying to open
the coal hole in front of his residence with
his night key. The deacon was as full as
a goat, and couldn't tell moonshine from
green cheese." "Military Jottings.—
Major Biim, that tattered old beggar, who
hid in an oyster barrel during the battle of
Bull Run, wears a wi£ He ought to be
shot in the back with a baked apple."
NO. 28.