VOL. LVI. BARTER, AUCTIONEER, REBERSBURG. PA. J C. BPRINGER, Fashionable Barber* Next Door to JOUXXAL Store, MILLHEIH, PA. JgROCKERHOFF HOUSE, (Opposite Court House.) 11. BROOKESHOFF, Proprlator. WM. MCKXKTOR, Manager. Good sample rooms on first floor. Free bus to aud from all trains. Special rates to jurors and witnesses. Strictly Firtt Class. IRVIN HOUSE. (Most Central Hotel In th Ctty) Corner MAIN and JAY Streets, Lock Haven, Pa. 8. WOODS CILWELL, Proprietor. Oood Sample Rooms for Commercial Travelers on first floor. D. H. MINGLE, Physician and Surgeon, MAIN Street, MILL HALM, Pa. jQR. JOHN F. HARTER, PRACTICAL DENTIST, Office In id story of Tomllnsoa's Gro cery Store, On MAIN Street, MILT.BKIX, Pa. BF KISTEH, • FASHIONABLE BOOT A SHOE MAKES Shop next door to Foote's Store, Main St., Boots, Shoes and Gaiters made to order, and sat isfactory work guaranteod. Kepairing done prompt ly and cheaply, and in a neat style. a R. PXALB. H. A. McKXk- PEALK Ac McKEE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Offloe opposite Coon House, Bellafonte, Fa C. T. Alexander. C. M . Bower. A bower, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTB, FA. Office in Carman's new building. JOHN B. LINN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTB, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. QLEMENT DALE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, FA. Northwest corner of Diamond, jQ H HASTINGS, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTB, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. 1 doors west of office formerly occupied by the late Una of Yocum A Hastings. IT. C. HEINLE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTB, FA. Practices in all the courts of Centre County. Spec si attention to collections. Consultations In German or English. F. BEEDEB, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTB, PA. All business promptly attended to. Collection of oialms a speciality. J. A. Beaver. J W. GepharL JgEAYEB A GEPHABT, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTB, PA. Office on Alleghany Street, Worth of High. YjyjT A. uobbiscTN, ATTORNEY AT LAW. * BELLEFONTB, PA Office on Woodrtngl Block, Opposite Court Houje. - 8. KELLER, • ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTB, FA Consultations in BngUsh or German. Offioe In Lyon'* Building, AUegheny street. JOHN G. LOVE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, & BELLEFONTB, PA • Offioe in tbe rooms formerly occupied by the jatewTp. Wilson. AX CAREFUL OF YOUK WOEDA KMP a watch on your words, my darlings, For words are wonderful ihiuts: They re eweet, like the bees' fresh honey- Like the bees, they have terrible stings; They can bless, like the warm, glad sunshine, And brighten a lonely life; They can cut, In the strife of anger. Like an open two-edged knife. Let them pass through your lips unchallenged, If their errand is true and kind— If they come to support the weary, To comfort sud Help the blind; If a bitter, revengeful spirit Prompt the words, lei Uieui be unsaid; They may flash through a brain like lightulug, or fall oa a heart like lead. Keep them back, If tliey are cold and aruel. Under bar and lock and seal— The wounds they make, my darlings. Are always slow to heal. May peace guard your lives, and ever, From the time of your early youth, May the wonts that you daily utter Be the words of beautiful truth. T KOMAM'K OF A GLOVK. 4 'Does it please you, Kitty?" "Oh, it is jmat splendid! I oculd not have suited myself half so well, had I beeu left to ohoose." 4 "But you have not seen the wine eel l&r yet. It is a treasure of its kind. Let's go down again. They went down the stairs together, he talking gaily, she with a troubled look upon her face. After admiring the place, she put a timid hand on his arm and said: "But, Arthur, dear, let's have no wine in it." 44 Why?" he asked in surprise." "Because I have resolved if I'm ever the mistress of a house, there shall be no liquors kept in it—no social glasses for friends. 44 Why, Katy, you a*e unreasonable. I did not know you carried your temper ance opinions so far as that. Of course, I shall keep wine in my house, and en tertain my friends with it, too." Bhe raised her faoe appealingly. "Arthur !" she said in a tone of voice which he knew how to interpret. Arthur's brow grew cloudy. "But you cannot fear for me?" he said with half-offended pride. "I must tear for you, Arthur, if you begin as he did. And I fear for others b#auiea—for the sons and husbands and fathers who may learn at our cheerful board to love the poison that shall slay them." Tiiey went up the steps agaiu and sat on the aoia in the dining-room, for a few momenta, while Katy pat on her hat and drew on her gloves. The argument was kept up. It is unnecessary that we should repeat all that was said on both aides. It ended at last,as similar discussions have ended before. Neither was willing to yield— Katy, because she felt that her whole future happiness might be involvod in jt. Arthur, because he thought it would be giving way to a woman's whims, and would s lcritlce too much of his populari ty with ins friends. He had bought this house, and paid for it, and furnished it handsomely, and in a few weeks was to bring Katy as its mistress. All the afternoon they had been looking it over together, happy as two birds in a newly finished nest. But when Arthur closed the door and put the key in his pocket, in the chill, wan ing light of the December afternoon.and gave Katy iris arm to see her home, it was all "broken up" between them, and "To Let" was put on the door of the pretty house the very next morning. It was the most foolish thing to do, but then lovers can always find some thing to quarrel about. They parted with a cool "Good-eve ning," at the door of Katy's lodging house. She went up to her room to cry; he went home hurt and angry, bat se cretly resolving to see her again, and give her a chance to say she was in the wrong. He would wait a few day, how ever; it wou'd not do to let her see that he was in a hurry to make it up." He did wait, nearly a week, mid when he called at the modest lodging-house where he had been wont to visit so often, he was told that Miss Gardiner had been gone three days. "Gone where?" he asked, slow to be lieve. She did not tall me, sir. She said she was not coming back. Her aunt lives at Bristol." He then took the next train to Bristol, and investigated, but neither there nor any other plaoe, though he searched months afterward, did he find sign trace of Katy Gardiner. All this happened more than a year before I saw Katy, but we three "factory girls," who lodged at Mrs. Howell's with her, of course, knew nothing about it. She came to the factory and applied for work. The superintendent thought her too delicate for such work, but she persisted and in fact she improved in health, spirits and looks after she be oame used to the work and simple fare of the factory girL She was a stranger to us all, and it seemed likely she would remain so. But one day Mary Bas corn's drees caught in a part of the machinery, and before any one else oould think what to do, Katy had sprang to her side and pulled her awaf by main strength from the terrible danger that threatened her. After that, Mary and Lizzie Payne and I who were | her dearest friends were Katie's sworn allies. We all lodged together then in the big "Facteiy lodging-house." Bui Katy leek it into her head that MILLHEIM. PA.. THURSDAY, MARCH 9,1882. we should hare iHoor times in a private lodging to ourselves; and when she took anything into Iter head she generally earned it through. In lean than a week she had found the very place she want ed, arranged matters with the superin tendent, and had us sheltered under Mrs, Howell's vine and tig-tree. We four girls were the proud possessors of a tol< rably large,double boded apartment, w . th a queer little dressing-room attach ed—"and the liberty of the parlor to ro. oeive visitors in"—a nroviso at which we ail laughed. This was "homo" to us after the lal>or of the day. Indeed and in truth, Katy made the plaoe so charming that wo for got the factory girls when we got to it. She improvised cunning little things out of trifles that are usually throw away as useless, and the flowers growing in bro ken pots in our windows were a wonder to behold. She always had a Iresh per iodical on her table; and better than this, she brought to us the larger cul tivation and the purer taste, which taught us how to use opportunities with in our reach. "What made you take to our style of life, Katy ?" asked Lizzie one evening, as we all sat in the east window watch ing the outooming of the stars and tell ing girlish dreams. "Destiny my child," answered Katy, stooping to replace the little boot she had taken off to rest her foot. "But yon might have been an au - theress, or a painter, or a—a bookkeep er, or—" Lizzie's knowledge of this world was rather limited; Katy broke in upon her; "There, that will do. I was not born a genius, and I hate arithmetic." "But you did not always have to work for a living, Katy," said Mary. You are a lady, I know!" Kate laughed a queer short laugh. "Yes," she said "and that's why I don't know how to get my living in any way but this. So behold me a healthy and honeet factory girl t" She arose, made a little bow, and a flourish with her small hands, and we all laughed, although we had said no thing tunny. "Milly," said she, "please light the lamp and get the magazine, while I hunt up my ueedie and thread, Ladiee, I And myself under the necessity of mending my gloves this evening. Oh, poverty where is thy sling? In a shabby glove. I do believe, for nothing hurts me like that, unless it is a decaying boot." Katy's gloves were a marval to us. She never wore any but of good quality, and always of the same color—a I'rown ish, neutral tint, that harmonized with almost auy dress—but just now a new pair would seem to be the one thing needful, from the appearance of the ouee she brought out. She sat and patiently mended the lit tle rents, while I read aloud; and when she bad finished, the gloves looked al most new. The next day was Saturday, and we had a half holiday. Katy and 1 went to make some trifling purchases, and on our way liome stopped at a big boarding-house to see one of the girls who was ill. When we came out Katy ran across the street to get a magaiine from the news shop, and came hurrying up to overtake me before I turned the corner. She had the magazine open, and one of lier hands was ungloved; but it was not until we reached home that she found she had lost a glove. It was too late then to go and look for it. We went and searched the next morning, but oould not find it. Katy mourned for it. It was my only pair, girls," said she, tragically, "and it is a loss that cannot be replaoed." What people call a "panic" had oc curred in financial circles in the Spring after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy, and almost without a day's warning he found himself a poor man. He left bis affairs in the hands of his creditors— having satisfied himself that they could gather enough from the wreck to save themselyes, set iiis face toward London. He had been eduoated for a physician, though fortune made a merchant of him. Learning from a friend that there was an opening for a doctor in Fenwick, he oame thither and began to practice. Dr. Sewell had gone off on a visit, leaving his patients in charge of the new doctor; so it came about that on Satur day evening he was on his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the sick girl at the lodg ing house, when, just as he was turniug the corner near the news shop, he saw a brown glove lying on the pavement. He was about to pass it by, bat a man's in stinct to pick up anything of value that seems to have 110 owner, made him put it in his pocket. Ho forgot all about it the next minute. But when he had made his call and returned to his consulting room, in tak ing a paper from his pocket the glove fell out and he picked it up and looked at it with idle curiosity. It was old but well preserved. It had been mended often, so neatly as to make him regard mending as one of the fine arts. It had a strangely familiar look to him. Little and brown and shapely, it lay on his knee bearing the very form of the hand that had worn it And as he gazed at it there oame to him the memory of an hoar, many months past, whan ha satfcy Italy's sida on the green sofa in the diniDg-room of * their home" (alas !) and watched her put her small hands into a pair of gloves so much like this one. Ever since that nuver-to-be forgotten day the vision of his 1 wt love, sitting there in the fading light, slowly draw ing on her glove, her eyes Ailing as they talked—quarreled we should say, per haps— had gone with him as au abiding memory of her, until he had oome to know each shade of the picture—the color of the dress, the ribbons at the throat,and the shaded plume iu her hat. He looked at the little glove a long time. He had thought it might belong to ono of the factory girls, us he found it near the lodging house. But it did not look like a "factory hand's" glove. He would ask Maggy Llovd at any rate; so he put it carefully in his pocket until he would make his ealL the next morn ing. Ho had suffered the glove to become so associated with the memory of the past that was sacred to him, that he felt his cheek burn aud his hand tremble,as ho drew it forth to show it to Maggie, who was sitting, iu the comfort of con valescence, in an armchair by the win dow, watohiug the handsome young doctor write the prescription for her benefit. "By the way. Miss Maggie, do you know whose glove this is?" Maggio knew at once. It was Miss Gardiner's glove. "Miss Gardiner I" The name made his heart beat again. • 4 ls she one of the factory hands!" "Yes, but she lodges with Mrs. Howell, quite out of town, almost; she was here to see me yesterday." "Oh, I see!" said he, not the most relevantly. "And can you tell me bow to find Mrs. Howell's house? I sup pose I oould go by, and restore this glove to its owner. ' Maggie thought this unnecessary trouble, but she gave the required direc tion, and he went out saving to himself. "It can't be Katy, of course, but this glove shall go back to its owner. Mary and Lizzie went to ehuroh that Sunday morning. Katy declared she oouldn't go, having but one glove. I stayed home with her, and offered to keep Mrs. Howell's ohildren for her, and so persuaded that worthy woman to at* tend worship with the girlk. And this is how it came about, that while we were having a frolic on the carpet with the children in Mrs. Howells rooms, we heard a ring at the door, and Bridget having taken herself off some where there was no help for it but for one of us to anawerthe summons. "You go, Katy," whispered I, in dis may, "Icannot appear." Katy glanced serenely at her own frizzy head in the looking glass, gave a pull at her overskirt and a touch to her ooll&r, and opened the door. Immediately afterward I —as shocked to hear her utter a genuine femiuine scream, and see her drop on the floor; and that man a perfect stranger to me, gather her up in his arms and began raving over her in a manner that aston ished me. He called her "his darling" and "his own Katy, "and actually kissed her. 1 was surpiised at myself afterward tb&t I hadn't ordered that gentleman out, but it never occured to me at the time, and when Katy "came to 'and sat on the sofa and heard his speeches, she seemed so well pleased that I left them, and took the chiidren up to our roem, feeling bewildered all over. What shall I say further ? Only that Katy lives in a pretty house in the town known as Dr. Oraig'a residence, where we three "factory girls" have a home whenever we want it. And there aregno liquors found on the sideboard nor her table. One day I heard Arthur say: "You were a silij ohild,Kate,to ruu away from me. I should have given up the poiut, at last, I know." "But there would have been the splendid cellar and the ten thousand a year," answered she. "It would have been snoh a temptation. We are safer AS it is, dear. A Publication of ArtUtlo and Htatorioai iDtcreir. There has recently been issued from the press of J. B. Lippineott <fc Co. a subscrip tion edition of a woik that will certainly not lack purchasers. Mrs. C. F. Deihtn, a lady whose persistent patriotic efforts in oonnection with the '"Century Safe"—the iron chest in which so many interesting souvenirs have been locked up for a hun dred years of security—will be remember ed, has arranged and edited the volume, which is to be called President Garfield's Memorial Journal, and is to contain a short sketch of Gar<ield's career, brief descrip tions of the Presidential terms from that of General Washington to the present day, including portraits, and a large amount of other interesting matter. The book is a lino large quarto, pr nted upon superfine paper, and illustrated by a number of pic tures, including some forty steel engrav ings of distinguished men and women. The admirable manner in which the previous undertakings of Mrs. Diehm have been ac complished, warrants the expectation that her present enterprise will be entirely sat isfactory to the public, and if that be the case, the return ought to be liberal to her self. — North Amerioan, Philadelphia. The happiness of your life depends upan the quality of your thoughts; therefore guard accordingly, and take oar© that yen. entertain u\> though* un suitable to virtue aad unreasonable to nature, ▲ DYKING CONFESSION. JIT AU A. lam not a man who harbors ill-feeling long or can oarry the remembrance of an injury to the grave ; but I bare a fixed aversion, not to say hatred, against salt herrings ; and the frmrrance emitted by a fried bloater ever reminds me with loathing of an occasion on which I made a thorough fool of myself. You must krow, dear reader, that I am afflicted with a red head of hair, and that red of a shade to which only years of com panionship have to a certain extent recon ciled me; but I have never at any time had the hAppy feeling of being proud of it. Many have been the b&itles P caused me to fight in my st hooldays, and of. en has the eye or nose suffered for the offence of the hair on those occasions. At last I had grown callous to " young carrots," " fire brand," or 44 loltster." shouted after me by smaller boys hmnd street corners, and ex penenoe had taught me to suffer the in sult* of the stronger. But it was on en tering manhood only that I was made fully aware of the Injury mother Nature had done me, for at eighteen 1 loved Susan Golding and wor-bipped the ground she trod on ; and Susan abominated red hair. A Frenchman, a vile frog-eater I used to call him, although he may have been a very decent fellow, who lived next door to Sue's, reveihd in a black curly head of hair and was an object of secret envy to me, though I public y made believe to de spise him. For Bupan admired biack curly hair, as she openly confesse d, and seemed to look favorably on the foreigner. Very wroth I used to feel against him and couldn't have spokeu a civil word to him had he promised me Golcouda. I used to try and persuade Susan that Frenchmen had probably descended from niggers, and that iilock curly hair was the worst a man could have. Sue had her own ideas on the subject and couldn't be talked out of thera. I could plainly Me she would never fancy me with my present color of hair, though she might never condescend to marry a Frenchman for his biack locks. Love, as I thought. Inspired me how to change lb lags agreeably, and it came about in this way. I was reading aloud to my aunt, with whom 1 was living, out of a book entitled 44 Five Thousand Useful Receipts," a re cipe for dyeing hats; and as my eyes were roaming to the opposite page they encmn tersd these words 44 T0 turn Red Hair Black." For a moment or two the letters I airly dsnoed before me. Here was the very thiug I wanted. My hair was red and here was the secret revealed how to turn it to the color Busau admired. I could dye it, 1 reasoned, and get it curled afterwards, every other day if necessary ; for I know that Charlie Dovey had bis hair curled when he went to partita, and the curl used to keep for two or three days after. I borrowed that book of my aunt and carefully copied out the following re cipe:—"To turn Red Hatr Biaca.—Tske a pint of the liquor of pickled herrings, half a pound of lampblack, and two ounces of the imt t.f iron. Mix and boil them for twenty minutes ; then strain and rub the liquiu well into the roots of the hair." Ia (his recipe I placed implict faith with the ardor and credulity of youth, and with its assistance 1 determined t > change ihe col.* of my hair and wlu Sutau's affection. "Whore there's a will, there's a way." 1 thought, and set about obtaining the ingredient*. My way, at first, was too primitive, 1 found. No lampblack in any quantity to spe*k of could 1 gather from domestic sources where the article ac cumulates, aud I was at last oblige 1 to trust to the article sold under that name in oil-shopa. With the i*on rust I fared no better when 1 tried to scrape rusty arti cles with my pen-knife, which latter 1 ir retrievably ruined. So J had to trust to the chemut for oxl.de of Iron ; not with out some misgivings. In order to obtain the liquor of pickled herrings I bought a jar full of them at a dsn-dealer's in Thames Street where I changed to ace them. But when 1 got home 1 found the quantity of liquor so insufficient that on a calculation I found that 1 should have to buy at least four more jara. To make sure 1 bought five, and atter a tough jour* Dey got them home all safe. The liquor attracted, I disposed of the herrings, which i did not at all c*re about, by drop ping them on going aown a dark street and left them to fate and the scavenger. In this 1 bad to observe great c mtion lost the ever watchful policeman should pounce on me in the act. Being now lu possession of all the in gredients, 1 waited till one day iny aunt went to pay a visit to a tuand lu a distant part of the town to spend tue evening. Behold me now at work, livening up the kitchen fire, pouring the liquid into the beat quart saucepan, and adding grad ually and under oontinual stirring the lampblack and* tbo iron-mat. When the liquid fairly began to simmer I noted the time by the clock and then commenced the actual stirring process. To stir for twenty minutes with a short iion spoon was no Joke, I touad. NJW left, now right, my fingers aud arms fairly sched. But for the image of busan which at eveiy atir vividly presented itaeir before my mind, 1 might have reluxed; in my abstraction the liquor boiled over once or twice and had to lie taken off sharp. Llowevtr, at last tbo time was ovei. and haviDg poured the liquor into the jug. I artificially assisted the cooline by putting the jug into a basin of cold water, which was constantly renewed from the tap. When sufficiently cooled 1 strained the liquor by means of a cullender aud a piece of wmlin bought expressly for the pur pose. It was rather tedious, aud peihaps not quite so satisfactory as to be recom mended. But i obtained part of a jugful of dye, and having poured it iisto a bottle a certain feeling of satisfaction pervaded my inner man on contemplating the sable treasure. I cart fully removed every trace of my witches' cookery and then awaited the re turn of my aunt. It was while doing so that 1 noticed that a strong, oilv, saline umell pervaded the house—the result, no doubt, of the ovirboiliog of the saucepan— and resembling tne disagreeable odor emitted by a trying bloater. Door and windows were thrown open. Just in the midst ot the airing the return of my aunt much disooneerted me, and the confused explanation I gave I cannot to this day re coliett. It must have been, however, that I pretended to hare A headache, for I scon leiired to my room and to bed, tupperlesa. out happy. It was neeessary to sound my aunt on the tremendous change 1 contemplated. F'.r ihis purpose 1 artfully mtrodnced the Frenchman into our conversation one evening, and in derogatory terms riferred to his black curly hair. My aunt seemed to think black wasn't at all a bad color for a man's hair. There were many wore#*, she said, looking in the direction of my own burning headpiece. "1 suppose you wouldn't mind if the futr.es could Change my own court" i artfully insinuated. "Ah! well," said my aunt, "It's no use wishing for the impossible." 1 fancied I detected a certain iegretful tone in my aunt's reply, and knowing the cLange pos sible, 1 was now fully decided on making it. Having retired early to my room, I at once set about to carry out my design. Two composites, provided fcr the occa sion, were placed one on each side of the swing glass. The dye was placed into a saucer, abstracted from the kitchen dresser; and it certainly looked black enough to satisfy the most ardent dyer. " It is only the flrrt step which costs, is the French saying," I said to myself sa I immersed the toothi<rush in the dye. 1 applied it to the front part ot my hair, ana the die was cast. But I was but a tyro In dyeing. For, having taken too latge a quantity of the liquid, it came running over my forehead into my eves and nearly blinded me. Not finding anything bandy in tny hurry to wipe tbe smarting ptuff out of my eyes, 1 used my shirt sleeve, and produced a black stain on t. In my hurry again to wash the stain out in the wash-band basin, 1 wetted ihe whole sleeve, and had to lake off my shirt. Thus—prepared—then I recom menced operations more carefully, and with repeated dips and applicafons suc ceeded in putting sufficient liquid on to leave not a spo' dry or undyed. The tiny streams of black running down front and neck were wiped off with a towel, aud, for the firs* lime, I contemplated theiff.-ct of a bl: ck head of hair on my shoulders, [scarcely recognized myself. Just then 1 caught Aigbt of my still reddish eyebrows. 1 bad forgotten them. This I soon, how ever, carefully remedied, and I was now completely dyed black. As my enthusiasm gradually settled aud cooled down, the latent inconvenience of tbe process became apparent to me. Leav ing the sundiy black stains on shirt, hand kerchief, towel and toilet-cover aside as minor evils, I now more particularly noticed the penetrating and by no means agreeable odor of the herring liquor, and I wondered how long it would last, and if a powerfully scented pomatum would overcome it. The next inconvenience was a clammy feeling all over the bead. It bad to be borne, however, and happy 1 if a cold in the head were the only conse quence. The third, and for the time the m"St awkward thing was, my being prevented after all this trouble and hard work, to re tire to my bed tor fear of staining the(pii lows. Here indeed was a p cklo of no or dinary rise, but it bad to be swallowed. So pulling on an old winter overcoat, 1 settled myself down in an easy horsehair armchair, and resting my legs on two cb&irs 1 covered myself over with the blankets from tbe bed, and tried to rest, peichance to sleep. But what man baling undergone a change so tremendous could settle down to sleep. My mind, my brains were work ing at high piossure. Thoughts and image* paired Uirough them wilh the rapidity ot ligbiDing aud fairly made my head ache. How 1 wished and tryed to cease to Ihiuk. But what wiih the now awful smell of red herrings and the incipient cold in tbe bead, accompanied by trequcut sneezing, I spent the worst sight 1 ever remember. Just about daybreak, when perhaps for the bundreth time 1 had got up and settled myself afresh, nature demanded bur right, aud i fell into a deep sleep. I was awoke to semi-consciousness by what Appeared tbe tumbling down of the house in my dreams. But in trying to turn over 1 tumbled off the chairs, aud being almost awake 1 c jmprehended thai tne noise proceeded from my aunt's ham mering, no doubt for some lime, at my door, to let me know that breakfast was gettmir ready. Shaking myself together at last, 1 satisfied my auctof being awake, and then truly awoke to the change 1 had ellec'ed in my outer mau. Evening and night are enthusiasts ; they charm us into many things which the com mon sense morr iug stares at aghast, and wonders bow those tiaasactions catuu about. It is on accouut of the entbuias nature of mortal man that" artful charity invites him to her dinniriof an evening and extracts a golden harvest lrom his pockets. Designing people and other idle vagabonds, most of them unfit unit unwil • ling 10 do a day's lard work, lay thefr traps of an evening; gambling bells and tbe like even at night. For evening and night are enthusiasts. It is evir thus in love, in companionship, in all things. But morning is a sober, sensible fellow, and has such a straight way of looking at things, and of blowing a tellow up when he has dona anything enthusiastically. Here be was, staring from out the looking glass at my smudgy head of hair, my dir.y face and half sltepy expression. " You bad better wash off that muck," he said, 44 before you go down. You know what your aunt isl" Sus.n's image tried to interfere. But he sternly ordered it back lo the innermost recuses of the heart, and telling me 1 had better wash myself, head and all, quietly took me to the basin. 1 had a good wash. Tbe water was as black as ink, and the towel 1 used ap pe&red as if it had been dragged Uirough the mud. My face looked dirty in spite of the wash; the color of my hair was and I felt truly miserable. A fourth and peremptory knocking ot my aunt's made me almost jump. I dressed hurriedly. Wnen dressed I agun hesi tated. No thought now of surprising my aunt with a black head of hair; that was all gone. Tbe color was neither red nor black, but a beastly reeking soit of smudge like a red-haired sweep's m full work. I made, however, a final effort and ecute que coute 1 presented myself in the breakfast parlor. Tbe moment my aunt set eyes on me she buret out "Save us, what's the matter with the bo7? " in her own quirk impetuous way she was up and at me in a trice, looking wl me, keeping hold of my head, feeling my hair, talking to me, blowing me up and what not. l -remained mute and crestfallen and ashamed. Gradually at aba cooled down and became leaa demonstrative— for ahe bad actually boxed my ears—my aunt ex tracted irom me in broken sentences a confession of the preceding facta. 41 You're a young 1001, John I you're a fool I" said my aunt, "to make such an object of yourself. If Sue really cares for you what matters if your hair be red or black. Didn't your bJeaied mother dote on your poor dear father f and wasn't bis hair as red as yours t A sensible young fellow as 1 always thought you, to make such a guy of yourself 1" Another, the last, box on the ear. Well, the end of it was my aunt sent me that very .morning for a month to a brother of hers, living on ihe boarder of Wales, to wear oil the marks of my folly. When I returned later on, I was perhaps a sadder, but cer tainly a wiser man, and ever since I havo put uo faith in spurious reciDsa, Don't jst to* fast. Cooking, masticating, digesting, asslm. Hating and absorbing, are distinot parts of that irreat process, that converts animal and vegetable materials into living and grow ing animals. Ail food must be reduoed to a fluid mass before this conversion can occur. Masses of food are useless; until tbey have neon comminuted Into particles too small to be seen. They must be re duced to particles before tJhey can be dis solved. The first two stages of this won derful conversion of vegetables to living beings is cooking and chewing—mech ini cal pruoesaes, that reduce the size of food so much as to bring each particle in close contact with saliva, and then reduce them btill more by what is well called digestion. These processes of ingglivation or solution are chemical. We cook our meats, that we may lessen their toughness or may di minish the adhesion of their fibres, or com pel the minute particles, of which their floers are composed to separate from each other. The hard digestion of any flash, i hen, depends upon tha adhesion of these fibers aud their particles and the way of preparing them for the successive stages of solution. Mistical ion aud iosalivatioa so couipliahtwo important purposes namely to reduce masses of food into smaller parts, and then to mingle them with saliva. The process of cutting them into smaller masses that we can easily, or safely masticate ol ail others, not only the first, but the mot important. The next process, that of oookiog may precede it. But all these processes are important. The tenderness of our fcod d- pends upon the way of oook iog we may adopt. Boiling mora than any other way of preparing for the several changes that may succeed it m the regular oourse of converting meats and vegetables into living flesh, softens it and separates ihe fibres into particles from each other. Frying hardens tbem more or less and so renders them indigestible. The one way lessens the labor of mastication and diges tion, whilst the other increases it. Bad teeth have a similar effect. Any imperfections m any one stage of the preparation to eonvert food into a liv ing organic mass may be considered causes of indigestion. These few word* on indigestion may plainly show why we should eat slowly, why we should well masticate oar food, and why some persons do not easily digest It, and change it to a milky fluid,that can be easily absorbed and contribute to lbs quantity and richness of iheir btood. Ofieu we dine with trisods who do not seem to know that they in eating have anything else to do but to piaoe between their jaws as large masses of food n* they can piaoe there, and move their jaws a little or just euough to shape toe mass of their lood so that they can push ihetu down their gullet into the gastric sack below They do not seem tknow that iood is us.less and may be injurious unless i bey prepare it for complete digestion, and aid the normal functions of the stomach duodenum to convert it into a taiifcly fliid, ihat may pass easily through the mucous membrane of the food canal. Not long ago we were called to visit a man who was iu great distress. He bad crowded his breakfast down some thirty tuiames net ore. . HJ in greater distress than he ejuld possi bly endure. The cause is clearly was as overloaded stomach. So we gave aim half a bowl of mustard water, and he sous vomited lour halves of breakfast biscuit. The biscuits were large and hard. He was astonished at the result of our prescrip tion and was inclined to deny that he ever swallowed thorn. He paid our tee and we gave him good advice. First to properly cook his food, secondly, to place within his mouth only small pieces of any food— to use his knife very freel}; thirdly, to masticate eveiy kind of food until it was reduoed to a soft pulp. JayuutH ttedieal Pratl<Mfc A phys.cian writing from Yokohama concerning tbe mediual practice in Japan, states, that the physicians there are of two classes, the oid and tne new. The old school there comprises the Uainese physi cians, and those physicians who have adop ted the practice of Europe and America arc said to be of the new school, Most of the large citie* have hospitals oondacted on the plan of ours. Tuough the physi cians ot the emperor are all of the nsw system some of his Majesty's household have little or no faith iu them, and send fur the adherents of the Chinese school when ill. One of the most curious faots noted by this writer is that although the garments and apartments of the iu valid may be of the richest material and kept torupuiously clean, the inval.d himself is permitted to become very dirty in a long illness by the careful avoidance of the use of water even for cteaniug the teeth, and the failure to cut the beard or the nails. Evon the doctors of the new school do not dare to insist on personal cleanliness lest they be dismissed from attendance ou the case, borne attention is given to diet in sickness, but not with good judgment, and many of the sick die from inanition or siaivation when they might have been saved by the uso of sufficient nourishment, tomes and stimulants. If the Japanese art not wuoiiy wise in the treatment of the sick they are certainly in advance of us is dispoiing of the dead by cremation; and, though they have not the advantage of the most approved furnaces they nevertheless manage to effectually cremate bodies at small expenso and with out offense.— Dr. Footers Health Month ly- The minister is to be a live man, and a real man, a true man, a simple man, great in his word, great in his simplici ty, great in his gentleness, NO 10.
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