VOL. LVI.
HARTER,
AUCTIONEER,
BEBERSBURQ, PA.
J C. SPRINGER,
Fashionable Barber,
Next Door to JOURNAL Store,
MILLHEIH, PA.
JgROC&ERHOFF HOUSE,
ALLEGHENY STREET,
BELLEFONTE, ... PA.
C. G. MOMILLEN,
PROPRIETOR.
Good Simple Room ou First Floor.
esMYee Buss to and from all Trains. Special
noes to witnesses and Jurors. 44
IRYIN HOUSE,
(Most Central Hotel In the City,)
Corner MAIN and JAT Streets,
Lock Haven, Fa.
g. WOODS CAXWKLL, Proprietor.
Good Sample Rooms for Commercial
Travelers on first floor.
D. H. MINGLE,
Physician and Surgeon,
MAIN Street, MILLHKIM, Pa.
JQR. JOHN F. HARTER,
PRACTICAL DENTIST,
Office la Sd story of Tomiinaoa's Gro
cery Store,
On MAIN Street, MILLHEIM, Pa.
Br HIaTKK,
a FASHIONABLE BOOT A SHOE MAKER
Shop next door to Foote's Store, Main St,
Boots, Shoes and Gaiters made to order, and sat-
Ufactorv work guaranteed. Repairing done prompt
ly and cheaply, and in a neat style.
fl. R. Pxjjjk. H. A. McKSZ.
PEALE & McKEE,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
Office opposite Court House, Bellefonte, Pa.
C. T. Alexander. C. M. Bower.
<K BOWER,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Office in G arm ail's new building.
JOHN B. LINN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Office on Allegheny street.
QLEMENT DALE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA
Northwest corner of Diamond.
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A'LTORNEY AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Office on Allegheny Street, 2 doors west of office
formerly occupied by the late tlxra of Yocum 4
Hastings.
HEINLE,
ATTORNEY AT LA W
BELLEFONTE, PA.
Practices In all the courts of centre County.
Special attention to Collections. Consultations
In German or English.
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
BELLEFONTE, PA.
All business promptly attended to. Collection
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ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA
Office on Alleghany Street, North of High.
A. MORRISON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
BELLEFONTE, PA
Office on Woodring's Block, Opposite Court
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ATTORNEY AT LAW.
i
BELLEFONTE, PA
Consultations In English or German. Offioe
In Lyon'-. Building, Allegheny Street.
JOHN G. LOVE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW:
0> BELLEFONTE, PA 9
OIBM in the rooms fwmeily occupied By the
Hp W. P. WUeoo.
WITHERED ROSE*.
Withered rose-leaves in an urn—
Everywhere our glances turn,
Time old graves uncovers,
Many a dainty, perfumed note,
Bauds long cold once warmly wrote,
Hidden here by lovers.
Ah I the manly hearts, now cold,
Ah 1 the tueuiVies, sweet and old,
This quaint room dlscloaea.
All the warmth la chill to-day ;
All the life has passed away;
Naught Is left but roses-
Roses, withered now and dead.
All their ancient sweetness fled
With their ancient splendor,
As 1 bend above, I teel
A vague fragrance from them steal.
Like a mem'ry tender.
Of their olden pleasant days.
When the sun's rich gulden blase
Kissed the cheeks to glory.
Ah! the pslu these mem'rles give!
Ah 1 the pain that one must live
Wheu our life's sweet story
Ho'ds no more the golden Joy 1
Of what use the valued toy
When its charm Is broken?
Of our life when youth Is o'er—
Of the past which ooines no mora, .
Are these flowers the token.
When the sun has lost his light,
When the fall of winter's night
Our autumn-tide o'erclosee—
Call we then the mem'rles sweet—
Of those vanished moments fleet-
Ashes of youth's roses 1
FLEEING FROM A FOBTDXS.
Mrs. De Bruse Bellingliam laid down
the telegram a servant had just present
ed on a silver salver.
"Augusta! it is terrible! What oau
possess the creature, aud now of all
times? Your cousin, Peter Bellinghain,
is actually coining to visit u* —actually
coming to visit us!"
Mis. Bellingham's tones were piteous
in their horrified despair, and she let
fall the yellow envelope that so seldom
is the liarbinger of the good news we
want, with a gesture of impotent anger.
Augusta Belliugham lifted her beau
tiful straight brows iu a horror of ques
tioning.
"Oh, mannna! Coming to visit us !
Surely there is some mistake! He never
would be so stupid as to come unless we
sent him an invitation.
Mrs. Bellingliam picked up the tele
gram again and read it through aloud:
"Will be at your house Tuesday for a
short visit. P. BELLINGHAM."
"What mistake can there possibly be?
No, it's directed plainly enough—'Mrs.
De Bruse Belliugham, 888 sth avenue,
—and it is signed plainly enough.
ChPd, what in the world shall we do' I
can't receive liim. I neyer, never oould
introduce him to our friends."
Augusta looked thoughtfully at the
carpet, and tapped one of her pretty
ltttle feet.
Suddenly, she lifted up her long-lash
ed lids to her lady mother's face.
"Oh, mamma, I don't wonder you are
so nervous over it What shall we do
about it? Why, it's to-day, this very
afternoon —he's to be here!"
"It seems as if fate had a particular
grudge against me!" she said pitoously.
"When I married your papa, it was dis
tinctly understood that I was not to be
troubled with any of his poor relations,
and before we had been keeping house
a year his grandfather died, and the old
lady had to come and make her home
with us, because De Bruse was able to
keep her. Then your aunt Adelaide
died, aud De Bruse had to take Bessie
and bring her up. Well, I will confess
I have kept Bessie pretty well down,and
made her pay her way by helping me
with the sewing and children's music.
But now, it seems to me, this visit is
worse than all. He'll stay six weeks at
the least, I know!"
"Perhaps he won't be so terrible after
all, mamma. Couldn't you manage to
keep him in his room most of the time,
and let Bessie take care of him? It
would just suit her."
Mrs. Bellingham uttered a little shriek
of dismay.
"Did you ever see your father's cou
sin Peter, Augusta?"
"Well, no, mamma, i have never seen
him, of course, but I should think—"
"You should think nothing about it.
Peter Bellingham is middle -aged, and,
Augusta, he actually wears the same suit
of clothes year in and year out. His
hair is long, down to the top of his col
lar, and he plasters it to the top of his
head with horrid pomatuir. He wears a
green cravat ;his hands are covered with
freokles, and you can't keep him from
going where he pleases; he will rush in
the parlor whenever you have company.
He visited here once before, years ago,
and I declare it almost killed me. Why,
Augusta, he insisted—and your poor,
dear papa had to permit, or else turn
him bodily out of the house —he msisted
on reading prayers before and after every
meal, guest or no guests."
"Oh, mamma, I know exactly what
we'll do! The idea of not knowing
how to get rid of cousin Peter. Wiiy,
nothing eould be easier! Burn up that
dispatch, have our trunks paoked this
morning, and let's take the afternoon
boat for Long Branch. Send the ser
vants away, as we always do, and when
old Peter Belliugham comes to-night,
he'll find the house with nobody in but
Bessie, And if she wants to entertain
him, let her. Of course mamma, that
is the only way to do. Just consider
we never received this telegram.
Mrs. Bellingham drew a long breath
of surprise and relief.
"How strange I never onee thought
of snch an easy natural way out of our
dilemma I Child, you are a born diplo
matist, do you know it?"
"I don't kuow tnat, mamma; but I do
know this one thing—l never wanted to
go to Long Branch no badly before, be
cause—because—''
She blushed and hesitated.
"Yes, I know deer! A certain gentle
man, who shall be nameless, is there,
or will be very shortly. Well, Augusta,
he's rich and handsome, and—l wish
you auocess. Of oourse, we'll go! Ring
for Fauohon and have early iunch order
ed. We only have about five hours to
get away."
"And at 7 o'clook that evening, Mrs.
De Bruse Bellirgham and her lovely
daughter were eating their diuner in the
dining room of the Ocean House,
while the magnificent mansion on 6th
avenue was dark, silout, and deserted,
except for one maid-servant—faithful
old Hanuah, who only staid for com
pany's sake—and bright, cheery, pretty
Little Bessie BeJlingham, who had been
left in charge.
"It's just glorious to be here all
alone, monarch of all 1 survey, and
nothing especial to do for ever so long.
I'll have timo to practice, and time to
read, and time for delicious walks in
Central Park," said Bessie going up to
the pier glass and stopping to look at
herself;"and I think I shall fix up a little
and make believe it is my house, and I
am a rich grand lady like Aunt Helena,
or Cousin Augusta. Say, Bessie Bell
ingham, have you any idea what an
awfully ordiuary, old-fashioned, ugly
little wretch you are? You haven't any
frizzes, or any bangs, or a big back
comb, or—anything but your pug nose,
and big mouth, and horrid red cheeks."
And Bessie stretched her mouth to its
widest capacity, failing to make it any
thing but a fresh, sweet, fragrant, kiss
able thing, with tiuy, pretty teeth
behind, and distracting dimples be
sides.
Just then a loud, hearty laugh rang
out almost behind her, and she started
in amazement and panic of terror to see
a tail handsome young fellow, in irre
proachable traveling suit of fashionable
out and color, standing in the doorway,
carrying a light satchel in one baud and
holding his cane and hat in the other.
"Oh, mercy." Bessie exclaimed.flush
ing more* in girlish shame than fear, as
she saw the laughing blue eyes and the
amused smile on the handsome, gentle
manly face.
"Allow me to apologize for startling
you, Miss Bellinghain. I persume you
are my cousin Bessie, of whom I have
heard? I am Percy Belliugham, another
cousin,intending to stay over night with
the family, but the womau who answer
ed the door told me thej had just left
for the seashore. They must have just
missed my telegram."
Bessie had entirely recovered her
sang froid during the explanatory
speech.
"Well, it's true they are not at home,
but I guess Hannah and I will do just as
well."
He laughed again.
"I guess so too."
"That is," Bessie went dn gravely,
"if you don't except a very elaborate
dinner and breakfast, aud will be con
tent to sleep in one of the back rooms,
for aunt Helena said the spare rooms
were not to be used."
"I'm the easiest fellow to suit you
ever saw, cousin Bessie. Aud now sup
pose you continue your pantomme I un
fortunately interrupted? Or, will you
play for me, aud sing? lam sure you
can sing—with such a mouth."
And Bessie laughed and blushed, and
handsome Percy felt very well satisfied,
that his telegram had missed its destina
tion.
Two weeks later, and the midsummer
sun shining golden and warm over the
dancing sea; and Augusta Bellingham,
sitting on the balcony of the Ocean
House, just opposite their suite of
rooms, gave a little exclamation of un
feigned delight.
"Mamma, how delicious! Jf there
isn't Percy at last.
And the rich blood warmed her beau
tiful face aud her heart thrilled as that
gentleman looked up aud lifted his hat
with smilling reooguitiou; foi this was
the one to whom Augusta had given all
her thoughts the rioh, handsome
"nameless one," whom it was the desire
of her life, and her mother's life to
claim as a nearer relation than a very
distant cousin.
Her cheeks were flushing exquisitely,
and a glad, happy light was iu her
bright eyes, as Percy Belliugham came
up to iier, extending his hand iu wel
oome greeting.
"We heard you were to be here,"
Mamma BelJingham said graciously.
"Indeed, we have been quite oounting
on your joining our party."
He smiled back in Augusta's eyes.
"Well, yes. I have been coming for
a week or two; but somehow I was de
layed. But here I am, so glad to see
you and be of service to you, 'ma belie
oousine.' Our party will be a delight
ful one, he said," almost eagerly.
"Yes; delightful, now that you have
come."
And Augusta flashed him a ooqu ofc
tish, enchanting look.
"Beoause I have brought Bessie with
me," he added, earelessiy. "We were
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 27,1882.
married yesterday, and she is all anxiety
to see you both."
Mrs. Billingham held her heart iu a
momentary grasp of ohagrin and amaze
mout. Augusta's cheeks suddenly
blanched to such a whiteness that it was
painful to imagine the agitation that
could have caused it. Then the wo
men of the world rose equal to the oc
casion.
"Indeed!" snid Mrs. Beilingham.
"What a charming surprise! And the
dear ohild is actually hero?"
"Actually here," he said, looking at
Augusta, '-and waiting for the welcome
my wife deserves.
"I am delighted," she murmured;
and then smiled down the horrible dis
tress that had threatened to overcome
her.
And that was the result of the mis
take about the telegram.
Jeiile'* Love s.
"Oh, dear me!" thought pretty little
Jessie Howard, holding her head to one
side like a meditative sparrow as she
stood beside the sitting room window.
"I'm sure poor Beth is a splendid fel
low, but Harry is so handsome, with
his blue eyes and tawny mustache, that
I am at a loss how to decide. Aunt
Lydia declares that it is the easiest
thing in the world to accomplish, but,
for my part I think it is the most diffi
cult task I ever encountered. How on
earth am I to find out whether my two
suitors love me or the fortune which
dear Aunt Lydia is going to leave me?
Why it sounds just like a chapter out of
of a novel. I always did yearn to get
into a romantio scrape. I wonder if I'll
ever be able to solve my conundrum as
agreeably as the heroines of fiction al
ways manage to do? It would be per
fectly speudid if I could."
And clasping her little hands before
her she gazed dreamily out upon the
gloomy scene where the snow was fall
ing silently and oeasele&sly, covering all
with its feathery flakes.
The twilight was deepening, a cold,
death-like stillness reigned in the frosy
air and the scene looked gray and spec
tral in the gathering gloom.
"It is almost five o'clock,"she said to
herself, turning slowly away from the
window. "I must get supper ready
now. Of course I'll tel! auntie just
what I intend to do, although I know
she'll say right away that I ought to
have poor Beth. Weil, at any rate I'll
test my two lovers aud thsu I'll be able
to decide."
She went into the large, old fashioned
kitchen where Aunt Lydia sat knitting
before the great, blazing tire.
She sang softly as she prepared the
supper, while the old lady, with a smile
leaned back in her chintz-cushioned
rocking ohair, and watched her pretty,
little brown eyed niece.
"Jessie, my dear girl," she said at
last, taking off her silver-trimmed spec
tacles and rubbing them carefully with
the corner of her handkerchief. "I
want to have a little talk with you upon
a very important subject."
"Well, auntie, what is it? she asked.
"You are goiug to leoture mo about
Setn, aren't you?"
"Jessie," the old lady began, slowly,
"this is a very serious affair. Do not
ridicule it,because I'll not tolerate that.
It is for your own good that I have ven
tured to broach tliis subject. Since you
have become acquainted with Mr. El
dridge I have noticed how hearties-ly you
have set aside poor Seth Morris. Mr.
Eldrcd's handsome face and blue eyes
have fascinated you; but oh, my dear
girl, you are not doing right. If you do
not love Seth, be irank at least, and
admit that fact, because that poor,good
hearted fellow fairly worships you. And
you must recollect that a woman knows
very little about the habits and charac
ter of a man until she is married to him
and past all escape."
Jessie opened her lovely brown eyes
widei than ever.
"But, auntie. Har—Mr. Eldridge is
so handsome and pleasant. Why, you
have no idea what a splendid young
man he "
"A model of amiability and good tem
per. I suppose," the old lady interupt
ed, "That is all you know about this
ideal of yours, isn't it?"
Jessie's cheeks flushed prettily, and
her eyes filled with merry misohief.
"Now don't be too severe with me,
auntie," she responded, "until I have
told you what I intend to do. Of course
as you know yourself, when a girl has
two lovers, it is quite a difficult task for
her to decide at once which one she pre
fers. Well, at any rate, I have made
up my mind to test Seth and Harry, and
the one who is fortunate enough to oome
out all right in the ordeal ean claim Jes
sie Howard as his own for life."
"How on earth are you going to ac
complish that? It is all very well to
reftd about such things in a novel,
and "
But the sudden opening of the door
interrupted Aunt Lydia, and old John
Howard entered the warm kitchen,
while Jessie, with a sigh of relief, knew
that "very important subject" was end
ed for that evening.
On the following afternoon our little
heroine felt somewhat lonely, and wrap
ping herceit up warmly she ran oyer to
see Lizzie Lawton, oue of her school
f fiends.
I've come to see if jou were in the
land of the living, yet Liz," said Jessie
with a rippling laugh, as she kissed her
friend. Isn't it a wretched day?"
"Wretchedis no name for it," answer
ed little, golden-haired Lizzie. "Mam
ma is up in her room nursing her peri
odical headache, and I was on the point
of running over to see you. But, dear
me, have you heard the news?"
"No," Jessie replied tossing back a
stray curl from her forehead. "What
is it, Liz?"
"Setk Morris is going to marry Miss
Archer. She told me ail about the en
gagement this morning. Don't you feel
well?"
For poor Jessie's faoe suddenly turn
ed deathly pale, aud a look of horror
crept into her eyes,
"Is it true, Lizzie?" she asked, try
ing to quell the quiver in her voice.
* Every word of it is true," Lizzie re
sponded. "Of course I 'know about
that little love affair between Beth and
you, but you are very foolish if you go
mourning over the loss of such a heart
less lover. The idea of Seth tying him
self down to that disagreeable Miss
Archer when he could have got you.
And she had the impudenoe to tell me
that you had treated Seth shamefully,
and it was no wonder he didn't ask you
to marry him. Oh, Jessie, when she
said that, I flew lip in a terrible passion
and gave her a piece of my mind, and
so the end of it was, we had a fearful
quarrel. She is the most spiteful thing
T ever encountered. Now; don't feel
badly about it, because you are not to
blame for Seth's faithlessness."
But all through that afternoon there
was a dull, aching pain at poor Jessie's
heart, anu, at last, she bid Lizzie good
bye, and went slowly home with a sad
look upon her pretty face—a look that
did not even Aunt Lydia's eyes as the
girl entered the sitting-room where the
old lady sat beside the dimity-ourtained
window.
Of course Jeesie gathered up her
courage anu told Aunt Lydia all that
she had heard, and the old lady almost
beside herself wita amazement, could
only try to soothe our little heroine in
her kind, motherly way.
And then poor J essie tried to bo brave
and womanly, but a spiteiul sense of
desolation and heart eiokness clung to
her despite herself.
Oh, if Seth had only known how
dearly she loved him, she felt confident
that he would never have cast her oside
so cruelly.
Then the handsome faco and blue
eyes of Harry Eldridge would suddenly
ioora up before her, and she would find
herself wondering which of her two sui
tors she really loved
"Well,at any rate," she thought, Til
put Horry to the test now sinoe Seth
has been weighed in the balance and
found wanting."
But J essie was saved the trouble of
taking that romantic step, for an hour
later John Howard came into the kitch
en with the starting news that Mr. Har
ry Eldridge had been arrested for being
implicated in a daring bank robbery
which was committed in Boston about
two months ago.
Jessie listened like one in a dream. It
seemed to her us if some cruel hand had
suddenly grasped her heart. But at
last she mauaged to slip up to her room
where she had a good cry, and finally
declared that she was the luckiest girl
in the world to have rid herself of her
two faithless lovers.
"Although 1 can blame no cne but
myself for haviug lost Seth" she thought
sadly. "I never for a moment guessed
how dearly I loved him until I heard of
his engagement to Miss Archer. Oh, if
some prophetic voice had only told me
what a bold, wicked man Mr. Eldridge
was I'm sure I'd not have hurt poor
Setli's heart so cruelly."
But the next day when she returned
home from a walk in the woods, she
found Seth patiently awaiting her in
the sitting room.
"Jessie," he said, holding out his
hand to her in his frank, manly way,
"do not think too harshly of me until I
have explaiued all to you. I have come
to contradict the rumor that Miss Arch
er is to be my wife. She was to have
married my brother William,but ke was
killed in a railway accident, and since
his death her brain has weakened and
she has fancied of late, that I am her
future lord and muster. I never could
feel angry toward the unfortunate girl,
but in turn have always humored her
hallucinations. The Archers have tried
to keep her insanity a secret, but she is
getting worse, and sooner or later the
world cannot help but guess the truth.
Oh, Jessie, do not turn from me now
while you have the power to make me
one of the happiest men on earth, for
you are the only woman 1 ever loved,
and I want you to be my precious little
wife I"
With a low, glad cry, she flew to his
breast, and sobbed out her happy an
•wer.
"I oannot say no. Beth, because, oh,
I love you—l love you so!"
And the day came at last when the
little, ivy-covered church was opened
for the rare occasion of a wedding, and
Jessie, radiant with happiness, became
Seth Morris' wife; while just before
they started on their bridal trip, the
news came that poor Miss Archer was
dead..
The Wild Dell-Ringer and a Brave Boy.
Aquasco is such an out of the way town
that no doubt many of the children never
have keard of it before. It is in the State
of Maryland, and stands on a little hill
near the mouth of the Patuxent River. In
the summer litre no boy nor girl of Aquas
co need go to the seashore, for salt water
fl >ws at their feet and the same sal' breeze
ibat sweeps fleet after fleet of white-sailed
ships up and down the Chesapeake Bay
blows in the windows of the houses in
Aquasco. The good people of Aquasco
go to bed so soon after supper that the
whippoorwill cries and complains without
one person to pity him, aud the grunt of
the bull-frog is the only voice that answers
the whirr and ring of the clocks when they
strike twelve, midnight.
Bo it was that when in the middle of
the night, Cyrus Wallace, an Aquasco boy
heard the church bell ringing, he sprang
out of bed and ran barefooted mto the
street. As he reached the gate he saw
men running by at the top of their speed.
"What's the matter?" shouted Cyrus, to
one of ths flying figures.
"A fire, 1 guess," said the man.
"Fire, fire. Are!'' t .rieked Gyrus, as he
ran after the others, and in a few minutes
the whole town of Aquasco was aroused.
Everybody was in the street and everybody
was hurrying towards the church. Women
seized water buckets and children gathered
up pails. Aquasco had been very still five
minutes before, but now Aquasco was bs
side itself with excitement
But where was the flref The first man
who reached the church put his hands to
bis mouth and hallooed to the top of the
bell tower, where the bell was still clang
ing away. The second man did the same
and the third called aloud and so did the
fourth. Not a word would the person in
bell tower answer, though he rang and
rang, until all Aquasco gathered on the
grass below.
"The dour of the steeple is locked!"
said one of the men. "Nobody under
stands it."
"Maybe some rascal pot locked an there
yesterday and fell asleep," said Mr. Han
kin the Constable.
"No, no,*' replied Mr. Westcoat, the
sexton of the church, "I was up there in
the afternoon, and there wasn't anybody
in the to wer; It's a spirit or a goblin, that's
what it hi'' and Mr. Westooat shook his
head, while some of the children huddled
together and held their breath.
"It's old Tappan's ghost," continued
Mr. Westooat. "Tappan was sexton be
fore 1 was, and he rang that bell up there
for twenty years. He's come back."
Cyrus laughed when he heard the sexton
say such things. Cyrus knew yery well
that only cowards belieye in ghosts. He
was afraid of big dogs and drunken men
but common sense told him that there was
no such thing as a ghost or creature of the
dark of any kind.
"Give me the keys," said a man to the
sexton. "I'll go up and stop that ringing."
The sexton fumbled in tlis pocket only to
find th.the had left the keys st home, a
balf mile away. Olad enougn to get away
from the haunted church, the sexton start
ed home after the keys. Meanwhile the
bell still rang. Every now and then the
strokes would be faint, out the next instant
would come a loud clang, as though the
old bell dido't like such mysterious work
a bit. The wind was blowing stiffly in
the tops of the old oak treea, but all knew
that the wind could not ring the bell be
cause of the lattice-work around the belfry
While the people were whispering to
gether around the church, Cyrus was busy
looking for away to get into the belfry
before the sexton should return with the
keys. He knew that there was a little
round window, just large enough for him
to crawl through, some distance up the
aide of the tower, and when he had at last
got a ladder that reached to this little win
dow he stepped boldly up the rounds.
"I'll bring down that ghost before Mr.
Westcoat gets back." laughed Cyrus, and
the people could see him by the dint star
light as ho put his head through the win
dow and disappeared.
Cyrus found himself in a queer place.
It was so dark in the belfry that be could
not see where to move. He groped trom
one step to another, going up the belfry
stairs slowly, while the sound from the
bell above seemed to crash down from
above with ten-fold clangor. Be reached
the crank which the sexton turned when
ringing the bell. No one was there.
"Hello! ho; there, ho!" shouted Cyrus,
directly into the bell's throat. But ths
bell's roar drowned his words. He climb
ed still higher, and soon .sat among the
rafters above the bell. He reached down
and felt the air around the bell. His hand
struck something. "Ohl" thought Cyrus.
He felt the something and tound that it
was the limb of a tree. Following the
limb with his hand, he found thai the
limb had thrust itself through a big hole
in the lattice-work. Every time the tall
tree on the ouiside rocked, this limb
moved quickly forward and withdrew
again. Cyrus laughed. He had found the
ghost, for he knew that the end of the
limb bad caught the clapper of the bell
and so that every time the tree was rocked
by the wind the clapper struck He
caught the limb with botn hands and gave
it a hard, strong pull. The limb bent aud
the bell stopped ringing.
In the mean time the people were wait
ing anxiously below. As soon as the bell
stopped Cyrus put his mouth to the hole
in the lattice, and called out that it was
all right. The sexton soon arrived with
the keys, and taking a hatcnet, Cyrus
chopped the bothersome limb in two. The
people of Aquasco went to bed, and many
laughed at the sexton's ghost. On the
following day a great number visited the
belfry to see the curious beil-ringer.
It was found that an army of flying
squirrels had cut the hole in the lattice
work, and that the wind had forced the
limb of the neighboring oak through the
opening. A little prong near the end of
the limb had caught the ciapper near its
point, and so tne wind made its novel bell
ringer.
Anti-Crinoline.
An anti-crinoline society nas been estab
lished in London. It issues the following
protest:We, the undersigned, believing
that the artificial aid to drees, known as
'crinoline' and 'hoop,' is inconvenient and
ungraceful to the least extent, and hereby
engage ourselves never to wear the same
whatever attempt is mada on tne part of
milliners to impose this tyranny upon the
ladies of England.",
The Old Firm*n.
"Yes, there was a heap of fuo In the old
hand-engine days," sighed the fireman as
he leaned back and surreyed the hand
some "Amoakeag" m the center of the
floor.
"Many flrhts?"
"Heaps of 'em. I was foreman of No.
5, for seven years, and once 1 figured up
how many fights we had per year. I think
the average was 128. 1 presume young
man, that I have been In 600 firemen's
fights." i
"Ever get badly hurt?"
"Never. It was always the other parly
who got badly hurt. Of ocurae I have hid
my jaw broken, head cracked, teeth
loosened, eyes blacked and fingers broken,
but nothing serious. Bee this ear ? Well,
one night the foreman of No. 7 chewed on
that oar exactly fourteen minutes by the
watch, but be was a poor, consumptive
foreman and couldn't have bitten through
a shingie-nail in thtee weeks."
"Those old fireman were very reck
less."
"Well, yes. We didn't think nothing of
trap doors and weak floors in those days. I
was counting up my old scars the other
Bunday,and I think the figures were thirty
Shven, not including the big one between
the shoulders, where a burning timber held
me down."
"Didn't the boys used to start a blase
now aud then ?"
44 0h, yes."
"And I presume you took a hani luf"
"Certainly- certainly. I was oouotlng
up the other day, and as near as I could
make out I fired nineteen buildings myself,
not counting school ho ises and churches."
"Did you ever burn any one up if "
"Weil, I don't want to appear egotisti
cal, but 1 can truthfully answer yes. Only
yesterday I was trying to recall nauies and
dates, and I counted up seventeen grown
people and eleven children who were
burned up by my incendiary hand."
"Didn't you ever teel any stmgs of con
science f"
"Oh, yea. The other Saturday evening
I was figuring it up, and I made out the
number of stings to be 12,600. There
might be a few that I didn't get in, but the
figures are mainly correct"
44 Were you never suspected
"Never, and 1 don't want you to say
anything about it now. I am trying to live
an upright life, and if I were to be hauled
up on these old charges it would utterly
discourage me,"
"Monsterl lon are too wipked to
live!"
"Yes, I know, but come in some time
when 1 have more time and talk it over.
Come in any time —always glad to see you
aud bring up these foud old reminiscences.
La-la!"
Qater GUSMI IUUI,
The place where we visited the wall was
Nankow. which is on the great overland
roa Ito Mongolia, Siberia and Russia. In
fact, the way was so tilled with trains of
camels laden with tea and silk going on
toward Europe, that we often had to turn
out for them, Every seven camels are in
eharge of a man who march-a sleepily
ahead of the train holding a leather rope,
which is passed through the nose of the
foremost animaL Then each camel is
fastened in the same manner to the one
ahead of him, and the one in the rear, the
last of the team, has a large bell swung
about his neck as big as a small stove and
not unlike it in shape. I was some time
studying out the reason for putting the
bell on the hindmost camel instead of on
the leader. At last it came to me. The
man who walks ahead of all does not have
to look back to see if his train is following
but can be told by the sound of the belL
But for this plan a cunning robber might
steal part of the train and run away with
it while the sleepy driver would be mop
ing along holding only the line of the lead
ing camel. If I were asked what is the
most pressing want of Ohina at this mo
meat 1 would say roads. Not railroads,
but wagon roads. The use of the public
ways of the country for Lmmeasuable ages
without repair has brought them to such a
pass that wheel vehicles are simply an im
possibility. In Japan, when the foreigners
came there after Commodore Perry's visit,
there was no wheeled vehicles in use, but
the roads, which were very narrow, were
level and paved with stone. The conse
quence was that, when the "jin-rickahaw"
was introduced, It spread rapidly over the
country, and now there are thousands and
thousands of these little baby carriages in
Japan, and travelers can have them at a
moment's notice to go to any part of the
island. It is doubtful if the railroads in
Europe and America are any greater im
provement over the system in use before
them than are the "jin-nckshaws''of Japan
over the old palanquins which they have
superseded. But the baiuess of Chinese
roads renders such a revolution as that m
Japan impossible. Before wheels can be
used in China roads must De constructed.
The age of travel over the same thorough
fares, taken with the winds and storms,
have cut them down until now a road
through a level country is simply a deep
gully, ten to fifteen feet deep. The first
notice you have of % road is seeing at a
distance the heads of men and beasts mov
ing along upon a level with the ground In
a most mysterious and at first unaccount
able manner. On coming nearer it proves to
be the people traveling along the road.
They are down in the roadbed, which is
nothing but a deep gully in summer and in
winter a canal.
BedCevennga,
A great deal ol decorative color In now
fashionable for bed coverings. B.lk colors
of embroidery or of rich damasks are used
over the entire bed. If a wbitd spread is
preferred it is brightened by a aoarf drap
ery ot rich, dark brocade, that is thrown
carelessly over the to it of the bid. The
Japanese embroidered quilts and those
done with guilt threads in tapestry design*
arc especially handsome. Autiquo laces
combined with white muslm are used oyer
colored silk linings for bed spreads, with
pillow spreads to match. A border of red
plush, upon which the laee edge falls, is a
pretty finish; when not lined these ia:
spreads are used over down comfortables
that are covered with rose, blue or red
silk.
—Mrs. Sothern, the widow of the late
E. A. Sothern, the actor, is dead.
—There are more Hebrews in Phila
delphia than in all New England.
WHIN has a four hands? When h*J
doubles his fists.
NO 17.