Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, February 17, 1881, Image 1
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 wi<h neatness and dis patch. Office on Main Street. XT U. TOMLIXSON, DEALER I* ALL KINDS OF Groceries, Notions, Drugs. Tobtoros, Cigars, Fine Confectloneiles and every tiling in the line of a first-class • .rocery st •re. . country Produce.taken in exchange for goods. Main St. eet, opposite Bank, Ml lhelm. Pa. TAAVID I. BROWN, MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN TIM WARE. STOVEPIPES, Ac., {SPOUTING A SPECIALTY. BhOD on Main Street, two houses cast of Bank, Mllllielm, Penna. 'x EiSENHUTH, * JUSTICE OF THE PEACE, MILLHEIM, PA. All business promptly attended to. i ollectlon of claims a specialty. Office opposite Eisenhuth's Drug Store. j*| LsaLK & SMITH, DEALERS IN Hardware. Stovrs, Oils, Paints, Glass, Wa Pi per.-, coach Trimmings, and fcuddiery Ware. tie,. Ac. All giades of Patent Wheels. Corner of Main and Penn streets, Millhelm, Pt-nna. tacob wolf, r ASH ION ABLE TAILOR, MILLHEIM, PA. Cnttdng a Specialty. sjiop door to Journal Hook ./tor®. BANKING CO., MAIN STREET, MILLHEIM, PA. A WALTER. Cashier. DAV. KRAPB, Pres. HARTER, AUCTIONEER, BSHIBSBu kG t PA. Jauataction Guaranteed. Pffikra f|iw§sl. THREE OLD SAWS. If the world eeeina cold to you, Kindlo fire* to warm it! Let their comfort hide from view Winters that deforui it, Hearts as frozen a your own To that radiance gather ; Tou will HO n forget to moan, "Ah! the cheerless weather! ' If the world'.* a wilderness, Go, build houses iu it! Will it help your loneliness On the winds to din it? Raise a hut. however slight; Weeds and braniblts (-mother ; And to roof and meal iuute Some forloruer brother. If the world's a vale of tears, Smile, till raiubows span it 1 Breathe the lore that life endears. Clear of clouds to fan it. Of your gladutss lend a gleaui Unto souls that shiver; Show them how dark Berrow's stream Blends with Hope's bright river. Perfectly Heartless. •'Pretty? Yes. rather, but perfectly heartless I" said Mrs. Holuies to Dr. Stan ley, a young and talented physician, with whom she was conversing at a large and brilliant entertainment. "lleartless 1 with that sensitive mouth, and those eyes so full of expression!' 1 said the physician, musingly. "I don't admire her style of beauty at all. She looks like a wax doll, and her beartlessness is proverbial. Since her uncle left her so wealthy she has had suit ors by the score, and flirts with every one. Why, look at her now !" Dr. Stanley's eyes followed in the direc tion in which the lady waved her fan, and rested on the central figure of a group round the piano. It was a lady, young and fair, with a tall, exceedingly graceful figure, pure Greek features, and large blue eyes. Her hair was short, but the soft, full curls, made a lovely frame for a fair face. Her dress was of a dark lace; and twisted among the golden curls were deep crimson flowers, with dark green leaves, and on the snowy throat and arms glittered blood-red rubies. She was conversing gaily with a knot of gentlemen, and Dr. Stanley saun tered over to the group. "Miss Marston," said one gentleman, "what has become of Harold Graham, the artist ?'' The tiny hand swept over the ivory keys of the piano in the measure of a brilliant waltz; and another of the group, suppos ing Miss Mar&ton did not hear the question said, "Out at the elbows and can't ap pear." "He was wretchedly poor," said a third. "Perhaps he has committed suicide. It is three weeks since he disappeared," said another. "O, I hope not P said Miss ilarston; "we want his tenor in our next musical soiree. It would be too provoking for him to commit suicide!" "Mrs. Holmes was right," thought the doctor, "she is perfectly heartless. Poor Harold!" He turned from the piano, but stopped as a full, rich voice broke out into song. Eva Marston was singing Shubert's Last Greeting; and into the mournful words she poured such wailing energy aud deep pathos, that group after group, in the large rooms, ceased their gay conversation to lis ten to the music. "Can she sing so without heart or feel ing ?" mutteied the doctor, again drawing near the piano. "Eva," said a young lady, as the las; notes of the song died away- "Eva, play a polka, won't you?" A contemptuous smile quivered for a moment on Eva Marston's lip; then nod ding good naturedly, she dashed off into a lively polka, which melted the group around the piano into merry dancers, and Dr. Stanley with the rest. The next morning Miss Marston sat in her room, writing a letter. Let us peep over her shoulder, at one sentence: "All hollow, ail heariless, Mariam! You blame mc for flirting; you are not here to see how they follow me merely for my money; net one true heart ainoug them all. There was one—Harold—" A knock at the door interrupted her. "Come in 1" and a needlewoman entered with a basket of work. "Good morning," sgiid Eva, pleasantly, "how is Terrence this morning?" "Ob, miss, it's beautilul he is today— sure. marm. I'm sorry ye've had to wait so long for the needlework." "Clever mind that. How could you work with the poor fellow so ill ?" "Sure, miss, it's many one expects their w rk, sick or well; and isn't Jerry sitting up the day playing with the toys ye sint him, and Pat, that 1 kept home from school, a minding him." "How much, Mary ?" said Eva, taking out her purse. "Oh, miss, you don't owe Mary Gennis a farden. TLere's the dochter ye left the money to-day—and the word ye sint—and the money ye .gave me last week, sure, miss, it's in your debt I am for the rest of your life." - "What I gave Terrence has nothing to do with my bill," said Eva, rapidly count ing out the money. "Miss Eva," said the poor Irish needle woman—and then stopped. "Well, Mary?" ••Sure, miss, you do so much good with your money, I'm ashamed to tell you—" "Tell me what ?" "Well, nnss, it's about a young gentle man that rinted my room. Ye mind where the widder died last autumn. He came a week back, miss, and he niver came down stairs for three days; so this morning I went up, and he was sick with a fever, out of his head entirely, miss. If )ou would come now." "Wait, Mary; I'll go with you." "He's dreadfully poor, I think, miss ; for it's precious little furniture —nothing but a bed, and a table, and a chair, and no trunk at all, not a bit of carpet bag." Throwing off her rich silk wrapper, Eva put on a dark grey dress and cloak, and added a close silk bonnet and thick veil. ••Come, Mary," and the two left the house together. In a low, close room, on a pallet bed, lay Mary Gennis' lodger. The face, against the coarse ticking piilow was such as one fancies for that of bis favorite poet. The hair was dark, waving over a broad, white MILLIiEIM, PA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1881. forehead; and the deep set eyes were hazel, large anil lull; and the features delicate. Usually the face was pale, but now it was criinu n witli fever. The eyes too, fierce and wild. But, eveu with all this, the face was beautiful with an almost unearthly beauty, lu that poor, low r win, Eva, with her sombre dress and radiant beauty, cauie like a pitying angel. Bhe gave one glanee at the invalid's face, and then crossed in the room to his side 44 Ev.a, M said the sick n.nu; "Eva!" drawing back. But the young man moaned her mune again, and then broke forth iu wild delirious ravings. "Mary,' said Eva, "send Patrick to me. I will find pencil and pa|>cr. *' 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 <r he would be the first there. If the bell rang in the night he would coinc and wake me up by scratching at the door. His first mate was Minka, formerly the properly of the Duchess of Oldenburg. Monk had oue peculiarity; lie did not like soldiers, aud when he met oue he would step ba k aud crouch as if ready for a spring. The reason of it was that he hail been struck when young by a soldier. He always seemed to remember that blow, the monk said, and 1 found it true. "1 have owned other famous dogs," said Mr. Foster, "but uoue like him. One was Lion, which took the first prize among twenty-three St. Bernard dogs at the Gil uiore's Garden International Show in 1877. Another was Turk, which took the first prize in Philadelphia in 1879. Turk is still living and in good health, and is the only dog in this country, 1 believe, with the famous white riug or collar about his ucck. Monk was fond of swimming, ami would fetch and carry from the water. He would pick up a child by the clothing and be careful not to inflict the slightest injury. The climate did not agree with him. A short lime ago he seemed to be better but he had taken a bad cold, which he could not get rid of. We had three doctors to attend him, and nursed him and dosed him as we would a sick child. Mrs. Fos ter was his special friend and nurse. On Sunday about 2 A. M., when we retired, he seemed to be unusually demonstrative aud allecliouaie. At about SA. U. Mrs. Fos ter was awakened by Monk's restlessness. 1 am satisfied that he knew he was about to die aud wanted us to be with him. We buried his body at my father's old home stead iu New Jersey, but we have saved his skiu and head, and will have it mount ed. llis picture has been painted life size, tor he was a dog whose equal will not soon be seen again in this country." AD UCIUUK Adventure. We were sailing down the Neckar on a raft. The sky became overcast, and the Captain came alt looking uneasy. He cast his eye aloft, then shook his head, and said it was con ing on to blow. My party w anted to land. 1 wanted to go on. The Captain said we ought to shorten sail, any way, out of common prudence. Conse quently, the larboard watch was ordered to lay iu his pole. It grew quite dark, now, and the wind began to rise. It wailed through the swaying branches of the trees, and swept our decks in fitful gusts. Things were taking on an ugly look. The Captain shouted to the steersman on the forward log, "How's she heading?" The answer came faint and hoarse from far forward. "Hor'-east and-by-nor'-cast by east, half east sir." "Lether go off a point!" ' Aye, aye, sir!" "What water hare you got ?" "Shoal, sir. Two foot large on the starboard, two and a half scant on the lar board 1" "Let her go off another point!" "Aye. aye, sir!" "Forward, men, all of you! Lively, now! Stand by to crowd her round the weather corner!" "Aye, aye, sir!" Then followed a wild running, tramp ling and hoarse shouting; but the forms of the men were soon lost in the darkness, and the sounds were distorted, and con fused by the roaring of the wiud through the shingle bundles. By this time the sea was running inches high, and threatened every moment to engulf the frail bark. Now came the mate Hurrying aft, and said, close to the captain's ear, in a low agitated voice: "Prepare for the worst, sir; we have sprung a leak !* "Heavens! where?" "Right aft the second row of logs." "Nothing but a miracle can save us ! Don't let the men know, or there will be a panic and mutiny ! Lay her inshore and stand by to jump with the stern line the moment she touches. Gentlemen, I must look to you to seeoud my endeavors in this hour of peril. You have hats —go forward and bail lor your lives!" Down swept another mighty blast of wind, clothed in spray aud thick darkness. At such a moment us this, came from away forward that most appaiing of all cries mat are ever heard at sea, "Man over board ?"' The captain shouted, "Hard a port. Never mind the man! Let him enmb aboard or wade ashore !" "Another cry came down the wiud, "Breakers aheau!" "Where awav 1" "Not a log's length off her port fore foot." We had groped our slippery way for ward, aud were now bailing with the en ergy of despair, when we heard the mate's terrified cry from far afi: "Stop that dashed bailing, or we shall be aground." But this was immediately followed by the glad shout: 4 'Laud aboard the starboard transom!" "Saved!" cried the captain. "Jump ashore and take a turn around a tree aud pass the Uight aboard!" The next moment we were all on shore, weeping and embiaciug tor joy, while the rain poured down in torrents. The cap tain taid he had been a mariner for forty years on the Neckar, and in that time had seen storms to make a man's cheek blanch and his pulse stop, but he had never, never teen a storm that even approached this one. Into the t upcrs. A well-known military gentleman living on Washington street, Hartford, Conn., was considerably frightened one night last week by the appearance of a man carrying a lantern, who walked into his bedroom. The gentleman sprang from his bed, and demanded of the intruder what he wanted. "1 want you," was the reply, 44 t0 be more careful in closing your windows. I walked in through a bay window down stairs, and have been in nearly every room in the house in search of somebody to lock the window properly after me when 1 go out." The intruder was a policeman who had found the window open. The military man promised to be more careful in the future, and begged of the officer not to speak of the affair, as it would certainly get iuto the papers, aud that he wouldn't have it pub ' lis he d for anything. A Base Impostor- A farmer from the vicinity of Hemp stead pppeared in front of the Stock Ex change, New York, and entered into con versation with a citizen wh© was waiting in the door by asking: "The conyeutiou iu there breaks up at three o'clock, don't it f" "Yes, that's the hour," was the reply. "Do you know Jay Gould when you see him ?" "Oh, yes." "Is lie iu there ?" "I presume so." "Well, 1 wish you'd point him out to mc when he comes out. The citizen promised to do this, and within a few minutes he kept his word. The farmer took a square look at the rail road and telegraph prince, aud then turned and asked: "Are you dead sure f" "Oh, yes." "Cau'l be no mistake?" "No." "Well, it's about as I suspected. A few days ago a great big slouch of a fellow hailed at my gate aud la-gan measuring uiy ground with a tape-line, and squinting around in the most mysterious manner. 1 went out to see what was up. and, after Itealing around for awhile, he said he was Jay Gould, but I didn't know what he looked like." "It must have been a fraud ?" "1 am sure of that now. I pumped around to fiud what he was up to, and he finally said he wanted my place for au orphan asylum. He was going to build one as big as a palace and take care of all the orphaus in the country." "Aud of course you treated him well t" "Didn't 11 Why, for three days he lived on the fat of the land and slept in the par lor bedroonu lift was gcing to give me ♦'25,000 for my land, aud tue way we kill ed cl ickens and turned out sweet cake for him made the old w oman sick. He finally jumped the house and took my Sunday suit and fiddle worth SB." "I dou't believe Gould would steal a fiddle." "That's what I thought, and so I came over to have a look al him. It wasn't Gould at all, but some base impostor." "And you are so much out." "Well, it looks that way; but the exper ience is worth something. It may not be a week before some one else will come along with a ten-foot pole in lifs band and theological seminary iu his eye, and claim to be a Russell Sage, and the way i will knock him down, and step on him, and walk over him, and drive him into the sile will pay me a profit of fifty per cent, on the investment- Hunted a ObHn;e, A New York firm dealing in pictures, mottoes, etc., was visited last fail by a small dealer from a village over in Jersey, and the man was greatly struck with the motto: "God Bless Our liome." "Now. that's something original and unique," he said, as he held one at arm's length. "Down in our town we just hanker after original designs, and unique litera ture. and I believe 1 can sell a hundred of these. You may make my order au even hundred." He went away well pleased, and his goods were duly shipped, and nothing fur.lKr was heard from him until the other day. Then he entered the store to make some new purchases, and he was asked to look at a new style of mottoes just out. "1 hain't no more in'erest in mottoes," he sighed, as he glai ot 1 at "What is home without a mother?" "You remember I bought a hundred of you last fall If" "Yes; and how did they sell?" "W r ell, everybody seemed to banker af ter 'em, and tbey weut olf like hot-cakes. 1 sold tbc whole lot out in two weeks, and iu less than a month there were three slander suits, two applications for divorce, and a dozen assault and battery cases in the courts." "But you don't lay it to the mottoes, do you ?" " Well, I duuuo. I've lived in Jersey tweuty seven years, and been in this busi ness over twenty years, and I think a dol lar cbromo, showing a pretty fair hill, a a glorious sunset, and a decent sort of pond with a duck in it, hits our case a little better than anything else. I've got to get something for a change, and if you haven't anything good in retined scenery I guess I'll try 'em on Washington crossing the Del aware and a few Daniels in the Lion's Den." Pope Leo. A receDt visitor to Rome writes, "at last all the o.'hers were gone, and we knelt at t lie feet of the Pope while a inonsignore in violet silk leaned over and read hiui our uames. 1 was surprised at the genial ex pression of bis face, the kindliness of his keen black eyes, so poorly portrayed in his photograplis. His robe was of white cash mere, a gold chain hung around his neck, and on his head was a while skull cap, fringed with bis silvery hair. His feet in their crimson slippers rested upon a cushion, and people kissed the gold cross that was embroidered upon them, lie sat in an arm chair, upon which was thrown a scarlet cloth, and an attendant in the back ground waited with his white mantle and crimson velvet hat corded with gold. The marchesa held his hand and spoke with him for several minutes, and then he turned and extended it to me, and 1 kissed the large amethyst of his ring, and looked up into his kindly eyes. The marchesa having repeated that I was an American, and that J. desired His blessing for myself and all the family, he laid his hand upon my head, and, turning to her, said: "An American, and how then did you come to know her ?" "Holy Father, she lives in my house," was the reply. "She is good," added his Holiness, with a merry smile in his eyes, and I, not wishing to rest under false pretenses, said: "Beatissimo Padre sono Protestana," whereupon he made a little wry face, laughed, shook his head at me, and laid his hand in blessing upon my head a second time. I took courage, raised the rosaries, and he covered them with his hand. Then he went away, and 1 saw him heave a sigh of weariness. It must indeed be very fatigu ing to see so many people. I have been in formed since that 200 persons were pre sented that day, and Pope Leo is far from strong. He has recently been ill and his voice trembles from weakness, his hands are unsteady, and altogether his extreme feebleness is apparent to every one. n Brawls la voDgim On the 29tli of January, -1885, an at tempt was made to assassinate General Jackson on the portico of the Capitol, at a funeral ceremony, by Richard Lawrence, a painter by trade, and resident ot Wash ington. He exploded two caps on the pistols in the attempt. The pistols were afterwards found to be well loaded, and Jackson's escape was considered miracu lous. The would-be assassin was knocked down and taken into custody. Geo. Jack son always believed that this act was per petrated at the instigation of some of the friends of the Bank. Prior to this, in 1833, Gen. Jackson was assaulted while sitting down reading a newspaper on the boat at Alexandria, but the friends of the assailant succeeded in getting him out of the way in good time. It was i n these days that Henry A. Wise uiade an ugly face at speaker Polk on the street and spat at him. In February, 1838, Mr. Cilley of Maine cliarged in his speech in the House that James Watson Webb, editor of the New York Courier and Enquirer , had receiv ed a bribe of $52,000 from the Bank of the United States. Graves of Kentucky took up Webb's quarrel, and Henry A. Wise bore his challenge to Cilley. Genet al George W. Jones was Cilley's second Bladensburg was the place and the weap ons were rifles. The rifles rang out and both missed The challenge was with drawn to give opportunity for reconcilia tion. The attempt failed and the princi pals again took position, Wise remarking that if the matter was not terminated by this shot he would propose to shorten the distance. The rifles rang again and Cilley fell dead Henry A Wise, the Ajax in these scenes, struck Stanley, from North Carolina, a blow at the race course. Stanley demand ed the usual satisfaction. Ttie demand was withdrawn for explanation. Wise explained that " understanding Stanley came in collision with him anintentionally near the race course, he deemed it to be his duty, as a gentlemen, to say that the blow, indicted by him on Stanley through a sudden impulse produced by erroneous impressions, demanded his profound re gret. " Stanle) 'a friends told him he was bound to accept the explanation, which he did. In 1842, Joshua R. Giddings of Ohio, after having been expelled 'from the House for an i xpression of his views on the sub /ect of slavery, was promptly returned to bis seat by his constituents. In a subse quent speech he said: "I will not speak of the time when Dawson of Louisiana, drew a bowie-knife for my assassination. I was afterward speaking with regard to a certain transaction m which negroes were concerned in Georgia, wb en Mr. Black of Georgia, raising his bludgeon, and stand ing in front of my seat, said to me, 'lf you repeat that language again, I will knock you down.' It was a solemn moment for me. I had never been knocked down, and having some curiosity on the subject, I repeated the language. Then Mr. Daw son of Louisiana, the same one who bad drawn the bowie-knife, put his hand on his pocket, and said, with an oath which I will not repeat, that he would shoot me, at the same time cocking the pistol, so that all around me could hear the click." It was in Apnl, 1850, when the com promise measures were under discussion, that the scene between Foote and Benton took place in the Senate. Foote was mak ing a speech and making allusion to Ben ton. Benton rose hastily from his seat, pushing his chair violently from him, and without remark or gesture moved up the aisle toward Foote, who was about twenty feet distant. Benton had no weapon in, his hand or upon his person. Foote, per-' ceiving Benton's movement, advanced to meet him drawing and cocking a flve ch&inbered revolver. Members intervened, and order was restored. Benton said a pistol had been brought to assassinate him. Foote replied he had only brought it for self-defense. Benton replied that was al ways the pretext of an assassin. in 1854, Church well and Cullum had their "set-to" in the House. Church well pronounced language used by Cullum in famously false. Cullum, who sat about fifteen feet from Churchweil, sprang from his seat with both fists upraised, and ex claiming, "G—-d d n you, you d- n rascal," tried to "get at" him. Cullum said Churchweil drew a pistol on him. The Speaker pounded; the Sergeant-at-Arms fumed and—held up his mace! But calm succeeded as it always does—after a time. It was the 22d of May, 1856, that Pres ton S. Brooks, a member of the House from South Carolina, came into the Senate Chamber and knocked down and beat Sen ator Sumner, from Massachusetts. Brooks afterwards challenged Senator Henry Wil son, who was opposed to the code. He also challenged Burlingame, who accepted, and named the Canada ride at Niagara Falls, and proceeded there. Brooks de clined to meet Burlingame at that point, alleging that the place of meeting had been expressly named because it would be impossible for him to be present. In the same year a scene occur ed in the House between Mr. -Sherman of Ohio (now Secretrary Sherman), and Mr. Wright of Tennessee. Sherman tried to throw a handful of wafers in Wright's face, when Wright made an attempt to strike him. Confusion and excitement prevail d for a moment, but was soon allayed. A Sharp Race. All Armenians have the same strong, heavy build, the same thick, beetle eye brows, the same full, aquiline nose, spring ing directly, and without the intervention or any appreciable depression from under the forehead; the same dark,lusterless eye, the same mass of clothes on clothes, all dingy and baggy, the same large brown hand, and written in each curved finger tip, in every line of the capacious palm, the same: "It is more blessed to receivy than to give." A race more retentive than the Jews themselves of their nationality; more retentive of their money, too, and more acquisitive. "Shut up all the Jews and all the Armenians of the world to gether in one exchange,'' old Rothschild Is reported to have said, "and within half an hour the total wealth of the former will have passsed into the hands of the latter. ' We believe it. —Murphy induuea ou people to sign the temperance pledge n Indiana. —Dubuque's school census shons 9,470 ehi dren between the ages 5 and 21, NO. 7.