VOL. LY. PROFESSIONAL CARDS OF BELLEFONTE. C. T. Alexander. C. M. bower. A BOWER, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office in Garman's new building. JOHN B. LINN, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. QLEMENT DALE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Northwest corner ot Diamond. Y° CUM & HASTINGS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. High Street, opposite First National Bank. M - c. HEINLE7~ ATTORNEY AT LA W. BELLEFONTE, PA. Practices In all the courts of Centre County. Spec al attention to collections. Consultations in German or English. 'YYILBUR F. REEDER, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BZIXKFOXTI. PA. All bus'ness promptly attended to. collection of claims a speciality. J. A. Beaver. J. w. Gephart. JJSAVER A GEPHART, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Offioe on Alleghany Street, North of High. A. MORRISON, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Woodrlng*s Block, Opposite Court House. S. KELLER, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Consultation* in English or German. Office in Lyons Building, Allegheny Street. JOHN G. LOVE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office in the rooms formerly occupied by the late w. P. Wilson. BUSINESS CARDS OF MILLHEIM, &. Q A. STURGIS, DEALER 151 Watches, Clocks. Jewelry, SllTerware, Ac. Re pairing neatly and promptly don.' and war ranted. Main Street, opposite Bank, M llhetm, Pa. i 4 O DEIXINGER, C * NOTARY PCBLIC. SCRIBNER AND CONVEYANCER, MILLHEIM, PA. AH business entrusted to him, such as writing and acknowledging Deeds, Mortgage.-., Releus a, *c.. will be executed wicr. *' Mary left the room and Eva turned to the table to find paper aud pencil. She wrote two hasty notes. One to her house keeper for pillows and sheets. The other to lr. Sum ley, who did not conjecture who was the friend that sent him so much practice among the poor patients aud saw the } oung physician was well paid. Having dispatched Patrick with the notes, Eva tried to make the desolate room look more homelike. Lifting from the table a waistcoat, something dropped from the pocket to the floor, fehe picked it up. It was u small miniature case, open; and painted on the ivory was Eva Marstou's face. A smile, geutle and pitying, came on her Up, lie did love me, then—really love me— and would not seek me with the herd of fortune hunters and that is the reason 1 have missed him so long. "Arrah, miss, here is the doeliter !" "Stop him, Mary. 1 will go in here. Remember, Mary, you don't know my name !" and Eva went into another room, vacant, and adjoining that of the invalid's. The door stood ajar, aud Air. Stanley's first exclamation reached her ears. "llarold ! have 1 fouud you at last, and in such a place as this f ' "Eva's eyes ranged over the capabilities of the room in which site stood, and she nodded. "It will do—larger aud better than the other, hut a poor place at best " The next day when Dr. Stanley, called to see his patient. Mary, with a pardonable pride, ushered him into the room that had been vacjnt before. A soft carpet was on the fie or, and a fire in the grate. Soft muslin curtains, snowy white, drajnnl the window. The bed eould scarcely be recog nized, with its pure white pillows, count erpane aud shee.s. A little table stood be side the bed, with the medicines the doctor had ordered, aud a decanter of cooiiug drink. "Thu lady, ye mind 1 told you of, that sint ye to Terry," said Mary. "We ar ranged the room yesterday, aud my good man and I moved him iu today, so she'll find him here when she comes. It's asleep he's been for better than four hours, sir." Two hours later Harold was asleep, but then he opened his eyes. The cold, cheer less room was changed, as if by enchant ment ; and (Harold thought he was dream ing) an angel face beut over bim, with pitying eyes, and a tender smile, tender as a mother's over her child. "Eva!" he whispered, "oh, that I could die iu such a dream, and never wake to the bitter, hopeless love! Let me die now*!" Was it a driain, that sweet, low* voice answering him f "Harold, you will not die!—you will live for me! Your genius shall be recog nised, your pictures sought. No m- re struggling for life, but ouly for fame!" Ami the tears feil as she spoke. Dr. Stanley stood in the doorway, re cognized the ball room belle, and the ob ject of his friend's long, silent hopeless, love. Boftly he glided down the stairs, for he knew that a better medicine than he could prescribe was within the patient's grap. And the world said, "Just think ol Eva Marston, rich, and such a belle, mariying Harold Graham, the artist, who was as poor as a church mouse!" An El< ctrio Cat. Prof. May card of Cincinnati, it is al eged, owns the most powerful electric bal ery in the world. He is also the fortunate proprietor of a black torn cat, unrivaled throughout the United States for beauty, size and intelligence. A few days since, so the story goes, these two belongings of the learned professor, eac'i unique of its kind, came by chance into contact, in such sort that the cat became the recipient of a stream of electric fluid, estimated at one thousand horse-power. Forthwith his hair stood erect, emitting a brilliant coruscation of sparks. A series of heartrenderiug squalls, however, calling the profeesor's attention to Lis favorite's perplexing situa tion, he promptly disconnected the cat from the battery; but to his surprise, found that it remained luminous, having taken into the system such a tremendous does of electricity fluid that it had became a per manent generator or electricity, giving out a light equal to that of eight hundred wax candles This it has continued to do, and it is now the terror of its feline colleagues as it perambulates the tiles by night blazing line a comet, but with insufferable radi ance. It appears that Prof. Maynard, dteply impressed by lhe importance of his accidental discovery, has taken out a pa tent for lighting streets and public build ings' by means of luminous cats, and that a company is being formed, with a capital of $10,000,000, for the purpose of intro ducing the "Feling Electric Illuminator' 1 to all the countries of the universe. A single radiant cat, suspended chandelier wise from the ceiling of a theatre, would emit more light than a hundred gas jets, or, enclosed within an ordinary street lamp would turn night into day for some five b indred yards from its crystal place of confinement. . It would be a proud day for cieuce when electric cats shall revolution ze all the lightning systems of creation. A Scarlet UnfftvEiii..' / * *" , . I * * ' It has been found while firing at a run ning man target, scarlet on one side and grey on the other, that the scarlet dazzles the eye, and is hence the most difficult to hit, from leaving a red streak behind it, in its advance, which unsettles the aim. The grey side was struck seventy-four times, and the red only forty-two times. It is a curious fact, too, it seems, that those with grey eyes hit fairer than those with eyes of any other color. Ir we could see others ag we see our selves, there would be more goed-look ' ing people in the world. Mr. Hello. A few evenings since an Euglish gentle man, with all the beauties of his native "h" and "o" on the end of his tongue, and the writer stopped in at Mr. Ello's store, aud called for a cigar each. Now, Mr. Ello is a Siciliau, and almost everybody knowing him here believes his uamc to be "Hello," as did we before theu. So says we. Jokingly, as we eutcred : "Hello, Mr. Hello; they say you're a telephone, llowr is thatf" "N-n-n-no siree; my name is not Telly phone nor Hello, either, my friend;" he replied. "Mostee every body they call me 'Hello' when my name is 'Ello.' " "Oh, yes; 1 see 'ow it i," Joined in our English friend ; thu haitch is left hoff and the name is spelled simply lie-l-l-o, lltllo." "No, no, no: no—'Hello;' it is allee time 'Hello.' Don't 1 say it is Ello ?" "That's what 1 say; the haitch is left hoff, which makes it 'Hello' lustead of Ello.' " "No: no, no, no! You gitee de wrong cart before de horse every time. My name is 'Ello,' not 'Hello.' " And the old man got wrathy aud said curse words. "Pardon me, my friend; I don't wish to aggravate you ; but you don't seem to un derstand me. I say that people pronouuee your name as it it had a 'haitch' at the frout hend instead of a 'he,' thus making your name sound 'Ello' instead of 'Hello." "Tha-aat's right; you got him right now. You the first man that got him right. 1 treat you to a cigar. Take another," of fering the man the box. "Y'es," said the latter, us he cooiy picked out a cigar, "I caught the correct pronun ciation of your uame as soon as you ex plained the fact that it was spelled without a haitch. It must be very i>erplexiiig to be called 'Ello' when yur name is 'Hello.'" Here the old man spun out a string of prayer words about a foot in length, walked hastily to ihe tear room and told bis wife to go out and 'tend the store, while our kind English friend withdrew, wondering out loud "What the matter with the hold fellow, hany'ow t" Ills %¥lf MM Ahead. Some tew years since, in the country of Penobscot, there lived a man by the name ot II , whose greatest pleasure was in tormenting others. His own family were gcnerully the butt of his sport. One cold and blustering night he retiied to bed at an early hour, his wife being absent at a neighbor's. Some time alter, shs, on re turning, tinding the door ciosed, demanded admittance. "Who are you?" oried Mr. II . '•You know who lam; let me in, it's very gold." "Begone, you strolliug vagal* aid. 1 want nothing of you here." "Bui 1 must come in.* "What is your name?" "You kuow my uame; it is Mrs. H." "Begone! Mrs. 11 Is a very likely woman ; she never keeps such late hours as this." Mrs. 11 replied: "1? you dou't let me in 1 will drown my self in the well." "Do, if you please." he replied. She then took a log and plunged it into the well and returned to the side of the dx>r. Mr. 11 , hearing the noise, rushed from the house to save, as he sup posed, his drowning wife. She at the same lime slipped in and closed the door after aer. Mr. II , almost naked, in turn demanded admittance. "Who aie you?" she demanded. "You kuow who 1 am. Let me in, or I shall freeze." "Begone, you thievish rogue! I waut nothing of you here." "wut 1 must come in." "Y\ hat is your uainef" "You kuow my name; it is Mr. If . "Mr. II is a very likely man; he dou't keep such late hours.'' Suffice it to say sle, alter keeping him n the cold until she was satisfied, opened he dmr and let him in. ? onk. the Mia Nt. lleriiHj d Monk, said to be the largest and most valuable St. Bernard dog in the country, died in Hew York recently cf hemmor rhage of the lungs. He was owned by D. P. Foster 29 South Fifth avenue. "1 brouuht Monk," said Mr. Foster,, "from the monastry of St. Gotbard, in Switzer land, last August. He cost uie SSOO, but 1 have refused SBOO for him and 1 valued him at SI,OOO. He was with me uight and day while I owned him. He weighed about 170 pounds, stood thirty-six inches from the shoulder to the ground,and meas ured six feet nine inches from his nose to the tip of his tail. He was two years old, of a tawny lion color, with large, lustrous kindly hazel eyes, a heavy drooping jaw, and huge overlapping upper lips. His fraiSie was massive, aud his face beamed with iutelligence. When reared up on his hind feet he looked enormous and fierce, yet he hail such a gentle and kindly nature that children delighted to play with him, and he with them. Every day I took him out into Washington Square for his airing, and he was a great favorite with the nurses aud children, and would poke his nose into every baby carriage that came near. He was a pure, rough- coated St. Ber nard. His father and mother are yet em ployed by the Monks of St. Got hard in hunting the mouDt&in passes in search of unfortunate travelers. They are named Jungfrau and Monk,and they distinguished themselves in 1871 by saving the lives of several of a large party of monks, guides and travelers who were buried in an avalanche. The breed has been kept dis tinct by distribution among the gentry in the surrounding valleys, so that whenever tue avalanche has buried an unusual num ber, the stock lias been replenished. There kre both tough and smooth-coated Bt. Ber nards, similar in all characteristics except the hair. The prevailing colors are tawny and brindle. The dogs that are marked with a white line about the neck and up the face are prized most, as their marks resemble the badge of the monks' order. Although Monk was only a year and a half old, he had been engaged in the work of saving travelers, and knew many of the mountain paths. "He was a dog of exemplary behavior," Mr. Foster continued. "Ho man could enter the house at night without his per mission, and none could go out unless 1 was there to give my consent. He was obedient, would fetch and carry, shake hands, lie down for the children to play witli him, aud give his old mountain howl of distress if he wauled help. He would not go o it in the street unaccompanied, and then only after his loilel had been properly made—his face washed and his hair combed. He understood simple com mands in three languages—Latin, French and English. It there was a noise at the front doi