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THE MESSAGE OF THE SNOW.
All around me, through the forest
As I go.
Shining white in glittering radiance,
Lies the snow;
Through the siient, moveless atr.
Near and distant—every where-
Soft and silent, pure and fair-
Falls the snow.
All the summer bright lies burled
'Neath the snow ;
Rippling brooklets ceas* their miirin ring-
Silent flow,
Round in Winter's icy chains,
Willie King Frost triumphant reigns;
Silenced,too, the song-bird s stratus,
By the snow.
Tiuy snow drops peep already
Through the snow ;
Flowrets blanched with timid terror
of the snow;
Yet they nestle closely here,
Whispering softly: "Spring is near:
Soon will vanish Winter drear.
And the snow.
Lone I tread with lingering footsteps
O'er the snow.
While it casts a spell upon mo.
For the snow
Calls to mind the vanished years,
Severed ties and troubled feai s
Hopes that melted into tears,
With the snow.
Yet I greet with loving welcome
Virgin snow,
Type of Heavenly purity.
Sent below;
Till unbidden thoughts arise—
"These are tears from angel s eyes,
Dropt in pity from Uie skies"—
Flakes of snow.
W'hen the toil of life Is over
Here below.
May we sink to peaceful slumber,
'Neath the snow;
Promised Crown each Cross make lighter.
Tilt we reach a loud that's brighter.
Bise to w ear those garments "whiter
Than the snow."
MEMORIES.
It may be but a breath of the Southland,
Or a bell's soft distant chime;
But it brings anew to the world-worn heait
The memories of oldeu time.
A strain of music, a passing face,
Seen in the mists at eve;
A spray of hawthorn, wet with dew.
And the May light soft ou Its leaves,
A silken rustle, a rich perfume.
The dream oi a day gone by;
The sound of the mill wheel under the hill,
A swallow's flight through the sky.
A careless laugh, a forgotten song,
Heard iu the summer night:
Onlv fancies, but ah, how dear,
When seen through memory's light.
Hold Your Head up Like a Man!
If the stormy winds should rustle.
While you'tread the world's highway,
Still against them bravely tussle,
Hope aud labor day by day;
Falter not, uo matter whether
There is sunshine, storm or calm,
And in every kind of weather,
Hold your head up like a man !
If a brother should deceive you,
Basely act a traitor's part.
Never let his treasou grieve you.
Jog along with lightsome heart.
Fortune seldom touows fawning,
Boldness is the better plan.
Hoping for a brighter dawning,
Hold your head np like a man !
ALICE'S SURPRISE.
It was a sunshiny May day, with an
immense bee booming among the lilacs
and peonies in the school garden, and
intense glow of golden light on the
grass, and a dreamy languor in the air
that made Alice Hopkins sleepy in
spite of herself as she sat with the lit
tle children'B copy-books in a pile,before
her, Inscribing the month's marks upon
the covers,according to their respective
merits.
Alice was scarcely more than a child
herself. Barely nineteen,with a slight,
young figure, a color that came and
went at the slightest variation of her
pulse, and pleading hazel eyes, it was
the hardest work in the world to as
sume the dignity that was necessary
for her position as assistant teacher.
"I never saw such babyishness in my
life !" said Miss Negley, the principal ;
"and I shall not put up with it, Miss
Hopkins—don't you think it ! Dignity,
in the educational line, is everything.
And I do not call it fitting to the posi
tion of the assistant principal to be
racing aronnd with the children in
their noonday games, and dressing a
corn-cob doll on the sly for little Pris
cilla Jones, to say nothing about burst
ing out crying, like a great baby, when
Billy Smith killed robin-redbreast with
a stone. Dignity, Miss Hopkins-dig
nity should ever be the watchword of
our profession.
Miss Negley was tall and grim, with
heavy black hair, a sallow complexion,
several missing front teeth, and some
thing very like a mustache.
Alice Hopkins bowed before her sav
age glance.
"I'm very sorry," faltered she. "I'll
try to be good !"
"More like a child than ever !" said
Miss Negley despairingly.
"I—l mean," Alice hastened to cor
rect herself— 44 ! will endeavor to set a
guard upon my rash impulse.
"That sounds more like it," said
Miss Negley. "And now, Alice, see
here, I expect some of my school-trus
tees here to-morrow."
44 0h, dear 1" said Alice, remember
ing the signal failure of her class upon
a similur occasion not so very long ago.
"It isn't another examination. I
hope ?"
44 Worse than that," said Miss Neg
ley— 4 'far worse."
Alice lifted her hazel eyes in amaze
ment. What could possibly be worse
than Fanny Dow spelling cat with a
"k," and Lucy Mailey asserting that
Baltimore was situate on the left bank
of the riyer Nile.
4 'There is a proposition on foot to re
duce our salaries," said Miss Negley.
44 Actually, to i"Wti<Je dur Salaries !"
DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors.
VOL. 58.
"Oh," said Alice. "But mine is
very small already. Only twenty
pounds a year. I don't think they can
possibly reduce it much. 1 '
"They can reduced it to ten, can't
they ?" said Miss Negley, shortly.
"In that case," ventured Alice, "I
could go and be a shop-girl in my un
cle's shop in the city. One must
live V'
"You've no proper pride," said Miss
Negley. "A shop-girl, indeed ! But
I don't intend that they shall carry out
their nefarious plans. If—
"My good gracious me ! there comes
Mr. Barthrone now, jogging along on
ilia old grey horse just as composed as
if he wasn't bent on an errand of evil.
They do say that old Bart home is the
head and foot of the whole business.
I'll show him ! A reduction of salaries,
Indeed !
"I dare say he means to wheedle a
consent out of us beforehand, so that
everything shall seem smoth to-morrow
when the comittee meets. But he'll
find that he has mistaken his customer
this time."
Little Alice began to tremble all ov
er, and to grow piuk and white by
turns, after her usual fashion when she
was disturbfd.
"I—l am so frightened," hesitated
she. "Please may Igo home ?"
"Y'es, you litt'e coward," impatient
ly responded Miss Negley ; "that is if
you haven't the courage to stand up
for yourself and your rights."
"But Mr. Barthorne has always been
so kind to me," faltered Alice Hopkins,
and if he should tell me that it was
best, I almost know that I would con
sent to having my dear Miss Negley,
that if it had not been for him I never
should haye received the appointment
at all."
"I don't wonder," said Miss Negley
apostrophizing the ceiling, "that they
aren't willing to allow women the priv
ilege of suffrage in this benighted coun
try. And you, Alice Hopkins, you
may go home. You certainly will be
of uo use at all to me in fighting this
battle."
And Alice, heartily thankful for
this grudgingly accorded privilege, put
the copy-books into the desk drawer,
piled up the dictionary and definer,
caught her little pink lawn sun-bonnet
from its nail, aud vanished like a Hying
shadow into the nearest patch of green
woods.
Miss Negley sat very upright, with
folded arms and prominent elbows, her
nose slightly tinctured with the rosy
hue of coming battle, her lips com
pressed ; while Mr. Barthorne,a pleas
ant-faced gentleman of five-and forty
or thereabouts,trotted up to the school
house door, leisurely dismounted, tied
his horse to the hitching post, and, to
tally unconscious that he was observed
alike by Miss Negley from her post of
authority on the school-room desk, and
little Alice Hopkins by the spring in
the wood, paused to dait his boot
with his yellow silk pocket- handker
chief,and to adjust his thick dark locks
before he rapped on the door.
"I'm glad I'm not there," said Alice
Hopkins with a long sigh of relief.
And then, having cooled her face and
hands in the transparent spring,she sat
down to think.
To her, a reduction of her scanty sal
ary ment notuing less than starvation.
As things were, she could scarcely pay
her board and other expenses.
And sitting there in the shifting
shadows of the wind-blown branches,
she cried a little, to think how solitary
and friendless she was in the world.
Miss Negley, however was in a [very
different mood.
"Come in !" she had answered
brusquely, to bis knock at the door,
without taking the tiouble to move
from her seat.
And when Mr. Barthorne entered he
espied her sitting stiff, silent, straight.
"Good afternoon, Miss Negley," said
the trustee, depositing his hat on the
nearest desk,and venturing on an apol
ogetic bow.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Barthorne !"
3fiss Negley answered, with just about
as much warmth as an icicle in her ad
dress.
"I hope I do not intrude," said the
the trustee civily.
"Oh, not at all !" said Miss Negley.
"A—hem ! 'said the trustee,evident
ly ill at ease. "It ain't easy to broach
the business I'ye come on, Mi 33 Neg
ley."
"I should thiok not," said the lady.
"But I called just at this hour, when
I expected to find you alone."
"Oh, yes, I havn't any doubt that
you did 1" Miss Negley interupted him
iu accents of fine sarcasm. "Even jou,
Squire Barthorne, would be ashamed
to hint at such a thing before the dear
poor children."
"Eh ?*' said Mr. Barthorne,instinct
ively retreating a pace or two, for there
was something pythoness-like in J/iss
Negley's attitude.as she rose and dart
ed her head forward at him, to empha
sise h'eY tfords.
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14., 1884.
"I know what you're going to say,"
said Miss Negley ; and 1 won't listen
to a word of it—not ono word ! No one
but a set of narrow-minded misers
would have thought of it. I'll Wave
Wyndale School first !"
"Well, well, no harm done," said
Mr. Bart home clutching at his hat; "if
I'd have known that you'd taken things
as hard as this "
"How did you suppose I was going
to take 'etn V" said Miss Negley with
a scornful laugh ; "did you mistake
mo for the dust under your feet V"
"I assure you, ma'am, that nothing
of the sort was in my mind," humbly
uttered Mr. llarthorne ; "1 wish you
good afternoon."
lie hurried out, remounted his grey
steed, which, poor beast, was just com
posing itself for a comfortable doze in
the sunshine ,and rode off, making, to
Alice Hopkln's intense dismay,straight
for the shady woods,where she still sat
arranging ferns around the libbon of
her hat.
"There's no use trying to run away,"
thought she; "I may as well stay where
lam. And after all, why should I be
afraid of Mr. Batthorne ?"
Mr. Barthorne checked his tein as he
saw the pretty young school-teacher
there under the trees. lie nodded
pleasantly.
"Fine day, Miss Alice," said he,wip
ing his brow with the identical yellow
silk handkerchief which had but now
served as a duster to his boots.
44 Yes," said Alice standing like some
fairy wood-nymph beside the spring.
4 'please, Mr. Barthorne, what did she
say V"
"What did who say V" said the miJ
die-aged gentleman, turning scarlet.
"Mis Negley. Don't think me intru
sive," she added ; "hut I know all t%-
bout it."
"The deuce you.do !" said Mr. Bir
thorne. "Why, she wouldn't let mo
get in a word edgewise—that's what
she said. Perhaps, however, I had a
lucky escape."
"But you must own that it is hard,"
said Allice earnestly.
"Hard ?" echoed Mr. Barthorne. "1
should have supposed it would haye
suited her exactly. But," a new idea
bursting athwart his brain ,* "there's us
good fish in the sea as ever were caught
out of it ! Miss Alice, what would
you say if I were to ask you to be my
wife V"
Alice Hopkins looked at him in a
mazement.
"I, Mr. Barthorne," she exclaimed.
"Y r ou are young enough to he my
daughter," sure enough," said the
wot thy man, not without some bitter
ness, "hut I'm not so very old, either,
and I've a good home to offer any wo
man who will take pity upon my lone
liness."
' Loneliness !"
Alice looked at Mr. Batthorne in sur
prise.
It nad never occurred to her little in
nocent that Mr. Birthorne in the
big white house with the pair of hoises
and the close carriage, could ever be
lonely.
And perhaps there was something in
the dewy brightness of her eyes, as she
raised them to Mr, Barthorne's face,
that emboldened him to plead his cause
with more energy.
"I should love you very dearly, Al
ice," he said with a tremble in his
voice. "I would be very good to you.
Won't you answer me, Alice V"
Iler head drooped ; there was an in
stant of silence, and then she said in a
low tone :
"Yes, Mr. Barthorne, I will m irry
you."
lie bent and kissed Iter forehead.
•'You'll not regret it, my lass," said
he. "And you're the very girl I would
have picked out of a thousand. I'm
glad now that Miss Negley wouldn't
listen to me."
Alice started.
"Oh, Mr. Barthorne," she said, "was
that your errand ?"
Tne Mother of John Quincy
Adams.
There aie few eminent men who
have not said that their success in life
was largely owing to their mother's
teachings, and who have not been
proud to honor her. The following is
one of many illustrations of this truth:
The mother of John Quincy Adams
said in a letter to him, written when he
was only twelve years of age, "I would
rather see you laid n your grave than
grow up a profane and graceless boy."
Not long before the death of Mr. Ad
ams, a gentleman said to him, "I have
found out who made you." "What do
you mean ?"a3ked Mr. [Adams. Tiie
gentleman replied, "I have been read
ing the published letters of your moth
er." Mr. Adams stood up in his pecu
liar manner, and exclaimed, 'Yes, sir ;
all that is good in me I owe to my
mother.'
The latest thing in cradles—The new
baby.
\ paper For the home uiuuee
The Little Shoes Did It.
The folbwing touching incident,
which we clipped froui an exchange, is
wot thy of being preserved in letters of
gold :
A young man, who had been reclaim
ed from the vice of intemperance, was
called upon lo tell how ho was led to
give up drinking. lie arose, hut look-
Ed for a moment very confused. All
he could say, was, "The little shoes,
they did it." With a thick voice, as
if liia heart were in his throat, lie kept
repeating this. There was a stare of
perplexity on every fa.v, and at length
some thoughtless young people began
to titter. The man, in all his embar
rassment, heard this sound, and rallied
at once. The light came into his eyes
with a fi ish ; he drew himself up and
addressed the nudteuce ; the choking
went from his throat.
"Yes friends," he said. in a voice
that cut its way clear as a deep-toned
bell, "whatever you may think of it,
I've told you the truth—the little shoes
did it. 1 was a brute and a fool ;
strong drink had made me both, and
starved me into the bargain. I suffer
ed- I deserved to suffer ; bet I did not
suffer alone—no man does who has a
wife and child—for the women get the
worst share. Hut lam no speaker to
enlarge on that ; I'll stick to the little
shoes I saw one night when I was all
but done for—the saloon-keeper's child
holding out her feet to her father to
look at her tine new shoes. It was a
simple thing ; but, my friends, no list
ever struck me such a blow as those lit
tle new shoes. They kicked reason in
to uie. What reason had 1 to clothe
others with tiuesies, and provide not
even coarse clothing for my own, but
let them go bare ? And there outside
was my shivering wife, and blue, chill
ed child, on a bitter cold Christmas
Eve. 1 took hold of my little one with
a grip, and saw hejr feet! Me i ! fath
ers ! if the little shoes smote me, how
must the feet have smote me ? I put
them, cold as ice, to my breast ; and
they pierced me through. Yes, the lit
tle teet walked right into my heat t,and
away walked my selfishness. I had a
trillo of money lefl ; T bought a loaf of
bread and then a pair of shoe®. I never
tasted anything but a bit of bread all
the next day ; and I went to work like
mad on Monday, and from that day I
have spent no more money at the pub*
lie house.
"That's all I've got to say—it was
the little shoes that did it."
Could there be a more powerful tem
perance lecture than this V
Totrmy'o Arithmetic.
Tommy was poring oyer his mental
arithmetic. It was a new study to
him, and he found it interesting. When
Tommy undertook anything, he went
about it with heart, head and hand.
lie was such a tiny fellow, scarcely
large enough to hold a book, much less
to study and calculate; but he could do
both, as we shall see.
Tommy's father had l>oen speaking
to.his mother, and Tommy had been so
intent on his book that he had not
heard a word, but as he leaned back on
his high chair to rest a moment, he
heard his father say;
'Dean got beastly drunk last night;
drank ten glasses of wine. 1 was dis
gusted with him.'
Tommy looked up with bright eyes,
saying:
'flow many did you drink, father?'
'I drank but one, my son,' said the
parent, smiling down upon his little
boy.
'Then von was only one tenth drunk,'
said Tommy, reflectively.
'Tom!, cried the parent, sternly, in a
breath; but Tommy continued with a
studious air:
'Why, yes; if ten glasses of wine
make a man beastly drunk, ®ne glass
will make him one tenth part drunk
and '
'There, there,' interupted the father,
biting his lip to hide the smile tnat
would come, 'I guess it is bed-time for
you; we will have no more arithmetic
to-night.'
So Tommy was tucked away in bed,
and went soundly to sleep, turning the
problem over and over to see if it was
wrong. But just before he lost him
self in slumber, be had this thought;
'One thing is sure; if Dean hadn't
taken that one glass, ho wouldn't have
been drunk; and if father had taken
nine more, he would have been drunk.
So it's the safest not to take any, and I
never will.'
'And the next thing Tommy was
snoring, while his father was thinking,
'There is something in Tommy's cal
culation, after all. It is not safe to
take one glass, and 1 will ask Dean to
sign a total abstinence pledge with me
to-morrow.'
He did so, and both kept it. So, you
see, great things grew out of Tom
my's studying mental arithmetic.
It rains alike on the just and on the
unjust—and on the just mainly because
the unjust have borrowed their um
brellas.
Many Millions in Bonds.
Jay Could, in Order to Refute
Recent Stories Rfoardjno ll is
Kin a no! vl Soundness, Exhwitr
the Contents of 11 ts "Strong
Box.','
New York, Jan. 24.—The sensation
•> Wall street is the report that Mr.
Gould had opened his strong box and
made an exhibit of his sejureties to a
number of gentlemen. There are var
ious accounts of the aggregate of the
stocks and bonds, but all unite that it
is larger than in March,lßß2, when un
der similar circumstances the little
money king let the public know what
the box contained. The amount of
Western Union stock is said to he $38,-
000,00(1 and Missouri Pacific $10,300,000.
Union Pacific, Wabash and other
stocks helped to swell tlie total.
The facts, according to the rumor,
are these: Last Friday Mr. John T.
Terry, of E. J). Morgan & Co., heard
that Mr. Gould had been called for 5i
two-tnillioii-dollar sterling loan, of
which renewal was refused. lie at
once went to the financier's office to see
if this was true.
4 Why, I've got plenty of money,' re
plied Mr. Gould good naturedly. 4 J
haven't had to sell anything.' Turning
to his son he said: 'George put on your
coat and show Mr. Terry our new vault.
Let him see what we've got there while
you are about it.'
Mr. Terry expostulated, saying that
lie did not want to lie the repo itory for
any secret, hut the little m m insisted.
'1 want you to see the vault any way,'lie
urged. Mr. Terry then accompanied
young Mr. Gould to the Equitable
Building, where the Mercantile Trust
company has prepared a private recept
acle for the wealth of the money king.
The vault is incased iu solid masonry
and mussiye steel fortifications. It is
one of the strongest iu the world. The
celebrated strong box was then emptied
and its contents spread out to view.
Mr. Terry said, speaking of his visit
to Mr. Gould's vault:'l only counted
the securities in one of the boxes of the
vault, and I did this out of curiosity
because it contained Western Union.
The syndicate of liars, as they have
been aptly called, had industrious
ly circulated the rumor that Mr. Gould
had parted with all of his Western
Union stock, and so 1 had a lit'.le curi
osity to see how much of it he had.'
4 And how inucn did you find?'
4 I found $26,187,500 worth, with ono
share over. In the other opening,which
contained Missouri Pacific. I only ex
amined one package of the securities,
hut there were several 'other pnekages
in it.'
4 llow much was there in the package
which you examined?'
4 1 don't know exactly, but there was
over $10,000,000 worth, and there were
securities iu all "other openings in the
vault, as I have said.'
A broker said that the following was
a fair approximation of Mr. Gould's
present holding of stocks.
Shares.
Western Union, 420,000
Missouri Pacific, 100,000
Manhattan, 05.900
Wabash, 200 000
Miscellaneous, 155,000
Total, 1,000,000
A Small Boy's Painful Discovery.
4 1 don't altogether like the young
man Mil liken, who comes to see you so
often. I hear that he is nothing but a
poor dry goods clerk,' is what the head
of the family said to his daughter one
day at the dinner table.
4 lie is a very nice young gentleman,'
replied the daughter, 'besides he is
something more than a 'poor dry goods
clerk.' lie gets a large salary, and is
manager of one of the department, and
expects some day to have an interest in
the business.'
'I hope he may,' responded the old
mm, 'hut he strikes me as a very flip
pant, impertinent young person, and
in my opinion he should he sat down
upon.
'Well, I have invited him to take tea
with us this evening,' said the daugh
ter, 'and I hope you will treat him po
litely at least. You will find him a
very different person from what you
supp.ose him to he.'
•Oh, I'll treat hi in politely enough,'
he said.
That evening Mr. Millikin appeared
at supper, and made a most favorable
impression upon the old gentleman,
'lie's a cleyer young fellow after all,'
he thought. '1 have done him an in
justice.'
It was just here that Hobby spoke cut.
Hobby was a well-meaning little boy,
but too talkative.
'Papa,' he ventured, 'you know what
you said to day at dinner about Mr.
Millikin; that be was an impertinent
young man, and ought to be sat down
upon.' *
'Silence, sir!' shouted the father,
swallowing a mouthful of hot potato.
But the little fellow wouldn't
silence,'lt's all right,' 'he continued,
confidently,but in a whisper loudentu*h
to be heard out doors, 'lie has been sat
down upon. Sister sat down on him
last night for two hours.'
After this the dinner went on more
quietly, owing to Bobby's sudden and
very jerky departure.— Philadelphia
Call.
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
A. Little Bit of History.
Fredrick 11. [of Prussia was very
fotul of having artist*, literary men,
and singers of tsilent at liis small sup
pers, and he enjoyed free humor and
encouraged gayefy w illl all his power.
Personally fond of music and litcrat tire,
fie had a special liking for the philoso
pher Mendelssohn, who was very wit
ty, as hunchbacks usually are, and lie
oftenjgave him a seat at supper by his
side. It so happened that some small
embassador—Germany was thenldivided
into a number of microscopic countries
with pigmy sovereigns—tried to chaff
Mendelssohn,(who, with his epifek re
partee, turned the tables at once on his
adversary. Furious,his dwarf's excell
ence ran to the King and complained
of the plebeian being admitted into
circles above his'reach,etc. The King
said to him/Medelssohi. was my guest,
as you were, and you should not have
joked him, or you should take the con
sequences.'
'Ah,' said the embassador, 'he is a
man who would 'consider nobody, and
would offend your Majesty if it so hap
pened that for some imaginary reason
he thought himself hurt.'
•Well,' said the King, 'hut I shall
give him no reason for feeling hurt;
and, any way, he would notjoffend me.'
'ls it a* wager?' asked the embassa
dor.' " u j
'Certainly,' replied*!he.King.
'Well, if your Majesty will do what
I say, we will soon see whether I am
lighter wrong.'
'And what do you want mo to do?'
'Will your Majesty, at the next sup
per party, write on a piece of paper,
'Medelssolm is an ass,' and put the pa
per, signed by your own hand, on his
plate?'
T will not; that would be a gratui
tous rudeness.'
'lt is only to see what he would do,
whether his presence of mind is so
great, and in what way he would reply
to your Majesty.'
'Well,if It is just for an experiment,
and I am at liberty to afterwards tell
that I by no means intended to offend
him, 1 do not mind complying with
your wish.'
*Agreed;*onTy the paper must be sign
ed under the words, 'Mendelssohn is
an ass,' so that there can be no doubt
in his mind that it comes from your
Majesty.'
Reluctantly,but with a feeling of cu
riosity as to how it would end, the
King wrote and signed the paper as re
quired. The evening came; the table
was laid for twelve; the fatal paper
was on Mendelsson's plate , and the
guests, several of whom had been in
formed of what was going on, assem
bled. given moment all went
to the ominous tftble and sat around it.
The moment Mendelssohn sat down,
being rather short-sighted , and obser
ving some paper, he took it very near
his eye, and, having read it, gave a
start.
4 What is the matter?' said the King.
'No unpleasant news I hope, Mendels
sohn?'
4 Oh, no,' said Mendelssohn, 4 it is
nothing!'
'Nothing? Nothing would not have
made you start. 1 demand to know
what it is.'
'Oh it is not worth while '
'But 1 tell you that it is. I command
you to tell me.'
'Oh, someone has" taken the liberty
to joke in very bad taste with your
Majesty!'
'With me? Pray do not keep me
waiting any longer. What is it?'
'Why,somebody wiote here.'Mendles
sohn is one ass, Frederick the Second/
WORDS OP WISDOM.
Expression is the mystery of labili
ty, savs Kant.
Trust a man to bo good, and. even
if ho is not, your trust may make him
such.
Opportunities are very sensitive
tilings. a lf you slight them 011 their
first visit, they seldom come again.
Prejudice and self-sufficiency natur
ally proceed from inexperience of the
world and ignorance of mankind.
A truly good man had rather be de
ceived than he suspicious, and rather
forego his own right than run the
venture of doing oven a hard thing.
The most influcntal man, in a free
country at least, is the man who has
the ability as well as the courage to
speak what he thinks when occasion
may require it.
Life must bo measured by action,
not by time; for a man may die old
at thirty, and young at eighty ; nay,
the one lives after death, and the other
perished before he died.
It is the temper of the blade that
must be the proof of a good sword,
and not the gilding of the hilt, or the
richness of the scabbard; so it is not
his grandeur and possessions that
make a man considerable, but intrin
sic merit.
NO. 7.
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AIIABTEK,
Auctioneer;
Millheim, Pa.
W. 3. SPRtNOER,
Fashionable Barber,
Next Door to JOURNAL Store, Main Street,
Millheim, Pa.
DI! I). H. MIXGLE,
Physician & Surgeon,
OflWcoon Mam Street.
Milliikim, Pa.
jQli JOHN F. IIAKTER,
Practical Demist,
Office opposite the Millheim Blinking House,
Main Stkekt, MilliifJim,
U.GEO. S. FRANK,
Physician & Surgeon,
Rebeosburq, Pa.
Professional call* promptly answered. 3m
HLMDRORS.
lie said her Jiair was dyed, and when
she indignantly exclaimed, "Tis false!'
he said he presumed so.
Are you afraid of the dark ? asked a
mother of her little daughter. I was
once, mamma, when I went into the
dark closet to take a tart. 1 was afraid
I wouldn't find the tart.
Brevity is the soul of wit. The hotel
keeper who wrote to a delinquent ex
boarder, 'Send me amount of bill,' re
ceived for a reply, 'The amount is
$10.50.'
Whoever doubts that tl.e newspapers
have a mission, should enter a car and
see how useful they are to the men
when a fat woman with a big basket is
looking around for a seat.
Tramps hive signs and tokens. XXX
on a gate-pest means 'The old bloke
wot keep 3 this 'ere boosing ken has a
gun and two bull dogs, and all true
gentlemen will pass on to the next
house." >•
Dong Tong is the name of a very suc
cessful Chinese artist at Chicago. He
has painted the picture of a man and a
dog, and you can tell, which is the man
and which is the dog almost at a g'ance.
"My sou," sail an Amerioan father,
"how could you marry an lush girl ?"
"Why, father, I'm not able to keep
two women. If I'd marry a Yankee
girl I'd have to hire an Irish girl to
take care of her."
•4 * 4
An successful vocalist went to the
poor house and delighted the inmates
by his singing. He said It was a natural
thing for him to do, as he had been
singing to poor houses ever since he be
gan his career.
A pair of gloves once worn by Queen
Elizabeth have been preserved in the
British Museum. They are very fine
white leather, worked with gold thread,
but" of a size at which our fashionable
beauties would stand agast.
A man died leaving property valued
at $17,0(H) to a certain relative. Eight
other relatives wouldn't haye it that
way, and contested the will. The prop
erty was then divided pro rata, and
each one's share was found to be
seventeen cents. What became—but
of course, yon know the lawyers got it.
It was .his first attempt on roller
skates, and as they brought him to in
the toilet-room he remarked: 'I tell
you, boys, that was gorgeous. I must
have knocked in the whole dome of
heaven, the way those stars flew 'round.
I wonder if there's any left foi the next
man.'
Why he wasn't there now: Kosciusko
Murphy, who is a book-keeper in a gro
cery house, met a friend who clerks in
a cigar store on Austin avenue and as
ked him for a cigar. 'Ain't got any,'
said his friend. 'Ain't'got any!' said
Kosciusko. 'Why when I used to work
in a cigar store I always had my pock
ets stalled with cigars.' 'Yes; probab
ly that's the reason you ain't in a cigar
store now,' was the crushing reply.
He wanted some Corrections made.
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A mau in Kentucky, all alive and
well, recently saw a statemeut o.f his
own death in a newspaper. lie did
not so much resent the general state
ment as the inaccuracy of the details,
and so he wrote to the editor : "Sir,
I notice a few errors in the obituary of
myself which appeared in the paper of
Wednesday last. I was born in Green
up County, not Caldwell, and my re
tirement from business in 1850 was not
owing to ill-health, but to a little trou
ble I bad in connection with a horse.
The cause of ray death was not small
pox. Please make corrections, for
which I inclose fifty cents."