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PKALTC Ac McKEE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Office opposite Court House, Bellefonte, Pa & T. Alexander. C. M. Bower. ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office In German's new building. JOHN B. LINN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, • BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. QLEMENT DALE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, FA. Northwest corner of Diamond. jQ 11. HASTINGS, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street, 2 doors west of office formerly occupied by the late Arm of Yocuin A Hastings. M. c. HETNLE,~ ~ ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Practices in all the courts of Centre County. Spec al attention to Collections. Consultations In German or English. F. REEDER, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. t All business promptly attended to. Collection of claims a speciality. J. A. Beaver. J W. Gephart. A GEPHART, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Alleghany Street, North of High. A. MORRISON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA- Office on Woodrlng's Block, Opposite Conn House. JQ S.KELLER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA Consultations In English or German. Office In Lyon'., Building, Allegheny Btreet. JOHNG. LOYE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Si billxfontb, PA. O Office In the rooms formerly occupied hy the Into w. P. Wilson. lie pillleiii fiieial A DREAM IS A DREAM. A mid-Mat night, The fall tnoou light, Ths singing of ihs nighnugale Came through the casement, with perfumes Shaken from nodding lilao plume*. The sweet bird sung, The fair light flung Gleams on the laurels gUatenlug: O sweet, O bright, O tuneful night I Among the orchard blossoms white. Old music streamed, Old moonlight gleamed, As softly 1 lay listening: The saddest things, grown sweet at last, Come blossom-laden from the past. Tweeu prayer and sleep, Began te creep A dream upon me glimmering; it deepened to a vlsloned noon, Which was not of the son or moon. Tween sense anil soul The vision stole, A strange pale splendor shimmering And 1 with one was walking slow, As in the moonlight long ago. It thrilled my brain With piercing pain. It crushed my heart to perishing; Vntil 1 dreamed It was a dream, And woke and saw the mooulight gleam, And heard the bird—the nightingale. THE lIOUSEKKKFKR'S D lIQMTER. "I never did see such a sight in all my life," quoth Mrs. Narley, elevating her two rheumatism-twisted old hands in the air. "Dust on them beautiful carpets; glass m the com ervatory win dows all broken; chickens scratching up all the geraniums on the front lawn, and the lazy servt.uts dawdling away their precious time ; while poor dear Mr. Aveuel aud Harry don't know any more what's going on than if they was boarders. Says I, 'Dear heart alive, Mr. Avenel, this is enough to make your poor wife turn in her grave.' Says he —you know his pleasant way—'Well, I know it isn't just right, Mrs. Narley; but what can I do ?' And I answers, says I, 'Get a housekeeper.' Says he. 'Where?' Says I, 'Advertiso,' Savs he, 'Mrs. Narley, you've hit the nail on the head. I'll advertise to-morrow.' And that's how that paragraph happened to be in the papers." Here Mrs, Narley stopped to catch breath, and nodded emphatically at her auditor, a pale woman dressed in deep mourning, with the unbecoming frame work of a widow's cap around her face. "And do you think I should suit the gentleman?" the latter usked timid ly. "You can but try," was Mr. Narley's encouraging response. "Mr. Avenel's as easy as a lamb, and not one o' them as is everlastingly checking off bills and counting nickels and pennies, and Har ry's dreadful pleasant temuered. Any way, if I was you, Mrs. Hawkhurst, I'd go up and see." And Mrs. Hawkhurst, holding her pretty little daughter by the hand, went up accordingly to the handsome stone house on the hill. There she found Mr. Avenel in a state of temporary siege, for others besides herself had seen the temptiug advertise ment, and made haste to answer it. There were fat women and lean, tall women and short, Scotch women, and trim, sharp-visaged women; women who had seen better days, and women who evidently hadn't. Mrs. Hawkhurst looked around,some what discouraged by the formidable ar ray of rivals. "There's no hope for me,' she thought despairingly,aud was just about to turn away, with timid Juliet clinging to ner hand, when Harry Avenel advanced. "Did you wish to see my uncle ma'am?" he asked, courteously. "I—l called about the housekeeper's situation," meekly murmured the wi dow. And Harry bowed her in at once. The fat and the tall, the German and the Scotch, the sour and the sweet, went away disappointed that day, for Mr. Avenel decided to engage Mrs. Hawk hurt as his housekeeper, with pel mis sion to keep Juliet with her.' "She is all I have, sir," said the housekeeper, apologetically, "and she will try to be useful about the house." "How old is she ?" asked Mr. Aven el. "Fifteen, sir," "Well, let her stay," said the widow er, good liumoredlj. "She'll eat no more than a chicken, and I dare say she can do a great many odd things about the place." Mrs. Hawkhurst proved herself an executive offlceress of the greatest abil ity. Gradually the "chaos and old night," of Ayenel Place was reduced to system and order. The wheels of house keeping revolved so softly that no one knew they moved, yet these were the results. You scarce ever saw the house - keeper gliding about the halls, yet the servant declared she was omnipresent. Mr. Avenel found himself actually the inhabitant of a home once more, as the years slowly passed away. He was sitting on the piazza one day smoking his cigar and watching the graceful movement of Juliet Hawkhurst as she was planting trailing vines in a marble yase tnat occupied the centre of the lawn when Mrs. Narley came out. "A nice evening sir," said Mrs, Nar ley. "Oh, there she Is!" "WhoI" Mr. Avenel asked. "Why. that foolish child Juliet!" answered the old lady sharply. "I ha'u't no patiouoe with bar, that I haVt!" "What has she boen doing now?" asked the widower with an amused face. "Why, she's refused Bon Nicholas' eldest son, as likely and forehanded a young feller as there is in the coun try." "B n Nicholas! Why, Mrs, Narley, she is only a child." "She's seventeen next week, " nodded Mrs. Nailoy,"und high time she thought o' setlliu'." Air, Avenel looked across to where Juliet stood in her pink gingham dress, the soft summer wind stirring her curls and her cheek us softly tinted us the standard moss rose on the lawn. Seven teen! Was it possible that little Juliet Huwkliurst had grown to bo seventeen years old? Oh, relentless Time that would not stand Btiil! oh, eruel years, that went by and stole the lair bright ness of childhood away! So Ben Nicho las hud actually asked Juliet liuwkliurts to be his wife! "I wish you an' Harry'd talk serious to her about it," weut ou Mrs. Narley. "Tom't likely she'll have many more I such chances as that." "No: to be sure not," said Air. Avenel I i abstractedly. "And o'oouree she d oughter think it over well," added Mrs. Narley. "Oh, certainly—to be sure!" When Harry Avenel come home from the city that evening, he found his un cle in a brown study. "Harry," quoth the widower. "Yes, uncle." "I've been thinking—" "So 1 should conclude, sir, from the H shaped wrinkle between your brow," laughed the young merchant, "Well, and what has been the topic of your meditations', uncle Joe?" Why, I was thinking what would be come of us if Mrs. Hawkhust were to take it iuto her head to leave us." Harry opened wide his merry haael eyes at the idea. "What made you think of such a thing sir?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know. She has a good place here; but oue couldn't expect her to be contented with a housekeeper's situation always, Horry." "No, to bo sure not." ' 'She has become very essential to our domestic happiness, Harry," went on Mr. Avenel. "Yes—l grant you that. Uncle Joe." "And I really don't know how we could manage to exist without her." "Raise her salary, uncle," suggested Hairy. "No, I hardly think that would an swer my purpose; but, Harry—" "Well, uuel'.?" Mr. Avenel looked slightly sheepish. "Can't you imagine any other way of keeping her here?" Harry stared at his nncle. Mr. Ave nel felt disposed to give him a hearty shake ferlris stupidity. "Oh!" cried tneyoung man with a sud den dawniug of lucidity over the dark ness of his brain, "You don't mean— matrimony, uncle?" "Yes, I do?" quoth Mr. Avenel stout ly. "Would you object Hurry?" "I, uncle!" •'Because you are the only person in terested besides myself—and her." "My greatest interest, uncle, is to see you happy," the yuug man answered, wringing the elder's hand. ' 'And—if I too should conclude to marry at no di dant day—" "Why, then," cried Mr. Avenel gayly "we can all live together just as we do now, and be the happiest family iu the world!*' And he went into the house, wistling aa they went. "John Anderson my Jo, John." as blithely as a boy of sixteen. Juliet Hawkhurst was standing by the little side gardeu gate that evening, thoughtfully watching, over her right shoulder of course, the slender silver crescent of the new moon. Juiiet had certrinly blossomod into a perfect little lose of a maiden, during the years she had been an inmate of Avenel Place. She was fairhaired and rosy, with long eyelashes, deep blue eyes full of sha dowy purple gleams, aud a complexion like rose-colored satin; and, moreover, there was in her every movement a self possessed grace and dignity of mieii that was inexpressibly charming. Juliet Hawkhurt had been born for a lady,but untoward fate had made a housekeeper's daughter of her. As she stood there, leaning over the iron rail of the gate, a footstep sounded behind her: "Juliet?" She turned with a little rose blush and a smile she fain would liaye con cealed, and Harry Avenel came up and stood beside her. "Little elf, you thought you had hid den, away from me, but you see I have contrived to find you out, even here! What makes you blush and look so con fused?" "Do I?" And Juliet fixed her gaze very steadily on the green turf at her feet, where a single yellow dandelion was closing its eye of downy gold for the night. "Listen I" cried Harry triumphantly. I've got a piece of news for you." "What is it?" "What should you think of a stepfa ther, eh, little one?" MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY. MARCH 30,1882. Juliet looked up this time in real and genuine astonishment. "A step-father, Harry?" "My uncle has confided to me, this evening, that he thiuks of marrying, Juliet, and from all that I can gather, the bride is uoue other than your moth er, when we are married there will be a nieo little family circle of us, oh?" And the audacious young man belted her slender waist with his arm.aud ven tured to draw her a little closer to him. "Oh, but, Horry, you ore all wrong,', cried Juliet, crimsoning and Bmiliug like a June flower. "I—l meant to tell you ot it, but somehow the words would not come to my lips. Your uncle told me also, that he had concluded to marry agoiu, and—and he asked me to be his wife." "The—mischief he did!" cried Harry Avenel,starting back as if some one had struck him a blow, "You! Why, Ju liet, you are youug enough to be his daughter." "Perhaps I am," said Juliet meekly. "Aud what did you tell him? You accepted him of course? He is rich and I am poor, and all gills like gold." Harry!" "Till me quick, Juliot?" he cried, almost passionutely. "Don't keep me longer in suspense." "F told him," Juliet answered inno cently, "that 1 had already promised to marry you." "My little dove!" and Harry Avenel's dark faoe brightened iuto sunshine once again. "And you were right, for May ami November never yet were happily mated. My nuole is an old fool; and yet I can't blame him, Juliet; when I look at your sweet face. *' The counteimuco of Mr. Avenel was slightly confused when he met his ne phew at the breakfast table next morn ing, but further that there was no signs of the discomfiture he had undergone. He gave Juliet an exquisite set of wed ding pearls when she was married, and congratulated Harry after a very cordial fashion. But he never proposed to Mrs Hawkhurt,and as she had never expected anything of the sort, no harm wus done. And everytliing goes on at Avenel Place just precisely as it ought to do. Mr. Avenel keeps his housekeeper, and Harry has gained a wife. Gemlah FUherfolk. Cornish fishermen are peculiarly pa tient under grinding poverty. Their calling is a precarious one. The fish upon which they depend for the greater part of their winter food, often do not come. What Bhall they do? They might frequently and with good reason, cry aloud for help, demanding some part of the national subscriptions which the Lord Mayor of London disburses to dis tressed Bulgarians and other worthy claimants of international oharity; but no cry comes. They might on the other hand, destroy the boats and nets of the seine-owner to set matters right; but this idea never suggest* itself to their mimls. They simply faoe the hard win tor without a murmur, keep their pov erty to themselves, eat their dry orust with oheerfulness, aud ask alms of uoue. As a class they are certainly frugal. In temperance, of oourse, exercises its usu al influence in preventing the laying by of a portion of the earnings for a rainy day, but in truth in the majority of cases it is a hard struggle to live, let alone save. During the long hard winter ore dit is often obtained at the grocer's aud the baker's, who can not harden their hearts to deny their hungry customer* the necessaries of life; and spring finds them with a burden of debt upon their shoulders,which all the summer's fishing is uuable to remove. Heuoe many ot the fishermen are in a olironio state of debt, a condition of things which can not be remedied until some occupation which may be resorted to when stormy unfav orable winds prevent fishing is adopted. The patch of garden ground tilled by most fishermen is not sufficient to supply the need. Theft is almost unknown. I speak more especially of fishermen liv ing in small hamlets and villages; those who live in larger towns are probably no better than their neighbors. But in bona fide fishing places property is ab solutely safe. Fishing gear, oars, arti cles of wearing apparel, and the like, may be left unguarded and uuwatched without the slightest fear of their being stolen. Cams** •ftlia DeM)ret Tweth. In a recent work by A.. Weil, the au thor states the cause of the decay of teeth, whether external or internal, to be theschixomycetons fungus, the mode of entry and propagation and the life history of which he follows out in detail The aoids which occur in the mouth, especially lactic acid, while they may greatly promote the decay, cannot give rise to it. The fungus can readily be detected by its acid reaction. The author considers further, that, in many cases, diseases of various parts of the body can be distinctly traoed to excretions from the month and teeth. Other observers had already traced a connection between decayed teeth and septic abscesses, in which was found a fungus similar to that which occurs in decayed toeth. —The average expense of one session congress exceeds #3,000,000. Hlnrtn Humor. The Hindus have their epies, their dramas, their popular talcs, and theii poetry. Their Vedaa contain passages aa aublime as any to be found in the ■acred books of other nations. Theii law-books are full of wiso and humane counsels. Their epics celebrate the actions of men and women not unlike the heroes and heroines of Homer; and their dramas bear strong affinity to ours —a fact which led Schlegel to declare that the English version of the Bakuu. tala of Kulidusa presents so striking a resemblance to our romantic drama that we would oonclude it to have been unduly influenced by Ids love for Bhake spearo, if his accuracy were not well es. tabliahed by all Buuskrit scholars. But still, we cannot look to Indian literature for on CKdipus, a Hamlet, or a Faust, nor conversely, for an Euleiiapiegel, a Panurge, or a Saucho Ponza. The dogma of quiescence prevented the creation of great types of tears or of laughter which will live lor ever. According to our conception of the tragic, tho Hindus have no tragedies, and the humor whioh many of these writers possess is a humor distinctly their own. While the true humorist laughs At the follies of mankind, and, even as ho laughs loves them beoause they are so human, the Eastern humorist inspired by Brab nanism or Buddhism, laughs at men for rejoicing or despairing in a world which has no reality. He never could thoroughly understand the "brotherly sympathy with the downward side" which was the inspiration of Shakespeare Rabelais aud Cervantes. It is at first difficult for tho Western reader to define what is earnest and what is humorous in Sanskrit works. That which strikes us as grotesque and ludicrous is to the Hindu sublime and serious. The difference in the stan dards of taste adopted by Eastern and western Aryans is admirably exemplified in their types of godhead. The Greek gods and godosses are beautiful and per fect in form; Hephsestos, whose trade is little suited to divinity, is mis-shapen; and the horns, toils, and goats' feet of Pan and the satyr harmonize with their semi-beastly natures. The Norse gods are strong, brave, and energetic, and are models of oomplete manhood. The Hindu gods, however are tremendous monsters, with eight arms and three heads, like Siva; with an elephant's head, like Gauesa; or black, bloody aud terrible, like the much feared, Durga. In the Maliabarata Aryuua begs for one glimpse ot the infinite, universal deity, and Krishna appears, with many arms, stomachs, eyes, and mouths with pro- j jeering teeth, in whioh the sons of Dn tarashtra are sticking, even as the pil* \ grims, concealed in the salad, were held fast in the teeth of Gargantua, There is, moreover, the same wild luxnriance in everything Indira. The Ramayana and Mahabliarata are the longest epics. Tho Pansha-tantra and other popular talos consist of stories connected by a single thread; and there are stories, within stories, until an uninitiated rea der, before he is half way through this labyrinth of incident, has lost the thread that was to guide him. It is in keeping with the rich fertility of the Hindu im agination that the early metaphysicians evolved the most tremendous humorous oonoeption that has ever entered into the miud ot man. When the philoso pher paused, in his speculation on the infinite, to look out upon the world ; about him, he saw a laud teeming with life and beauty; and men and women who J lived and struggled, loved aud hated, . laughed and cried. The contrast be tween the trutli which he in his wisdom j had divined aud life as it seemed aroused within him a grim sense of the humor ous. After all he asked himself what was the world, what WAS creation, but Maya, a delusion?—a joke, colossal in design, whioh Brahm, the only reality had imagined for his own amusement. It was even as Heine fancied it might be, the dream of a jolly, tipsy deity. A Daring Venture. Mr. Horsberg is a young German who lately came to Milton, North Carolina, from New York. He is a frail, delicate young man, but active and hold, and is a great hunter. He hunts altogether at night, has a bull-eye lantern he pins to his breast, and goes out with his dog. Brings down the game, too. The other night during the freshet he was in Dan ville, where he had gone horseback for medioine for his wife, and returning about midnight he was caught this side of the river at Milton, the night b ring as dark as pitch and the swollen river raging and rolling in front. The Dan river there is about two hundred yards wide. He called to the ferryman, but the river was too bold and the night too dark to go. to him. So he deliberately dismounted, took off his overcoat and fixed it to the saddle, put his spectacles in his pocket, and mounting liis horse leaped recklessly into the river. For tunately he knew how to swim the horse by keeping his head turned up stream and, remarkable to say, made the trip, striking the bank on the other side all right. He seems to think nothing of it; says he has swam seven miles at one time in liis life. But it was a most daring and dangerous venture. Hutlni tbe Hippo. A traveler in Afrioa says: Here, on my first day, I lost my way n the jungle, abont four mile® inland, and for a long time was in a great fright, climbing trees to try and get a iew. I fortunately met some natives, who climbed a eocoanut tree and got me some milk, and on my trying to des cribe the Bea, at once made signs of in telligence. Thinking I wanted to get to a luke to hippopotami, they took me two more miles inland, and, on reacliing some swampy ground, inado signs of caution. At lust, parting the foliage they showed me a small lagoon, aud for the first time I beheld the mighty hip popotamus in his native lair, never dis turbed by a white man before. My disgust may be imagined as I had only my smooth-bore, and on the opposite ! side of the lake lay some eighteen hip pos basking in the sun, and now and then giving a bellow that made me laugh much, I took aecurate bearings of the place by the wind and sun, and at last succeeded (after much fatigue, walking through swamp and jungle),in reaching the boat, The next morning at day break I was under way, with our black interpreter, and armed with my Alar . tini rifle. We arrived at a village and some natives immediately volun tcered to guide me, and ooine and se< I the fun. They hate hippos, which d< great mischief to their little crops,suga canes, etc,, besides frightening then out of their wits at night, and oftei knocking down their houses. When wi reached the lake, there lay the uncon scious hippos, as before, in about si: feet of water, their heads just above tL( surface. The blacks guided me roun< to the other side of the lake, where ty wading out through the thick, higl sedge, I got within abont seventy yardi of my quarry, one of the blacks acting aa a rest for my rifle—and very steadj he was. I selected the biggest head ai my target, and sent my little messengei on his fatal journey. It passed through the ramus of the animal's lower jaw, smashing the atlas and axis, and the death struggle that ensned gave me ar idea of what a mighty brute the liippc is. Its entire body was hurled out ol water