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Good Samnle Rooms lor Commercial Travel ers on first floor. GT. ELMO HOTEL, Aos. 317 & 319 ARCH ST., PHILADELPHIA. RATES REDUCED TO $2.00 PER DAY. The traveling public will still find at this Hotel the same liberal provision for their com fort It Is located In the Immediate centres of business and places of amusement and the dif ferent Rail-Road depots, as well as all parts of the city, are easily accessible by street Cars constantly passing the doors. It offers special Inducements to those visiting the city for busi ness or pleasure. Your patronage respectfully solicited. Jos. M. Feger. Proprietor. J)EABODY HOTEL, BthSt. South of Chestnut, PHILADELPHIA. One Square South of the New Post Office, one half Square from Walnut St. Theatre and In the very business centre of the city. On the American and European plans. Good rooms from 50cts to $3.00 per day. Remodel ed and newly furnished. W PAINB, M. D., 46-ly Owner & Proprietor. R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 58. A High-Tempered Girl. "No, I won't !" said Theodora Reed impetuously ; " I won't 1 I wout ! so there's an end of the matter." Theodora was busy making pear marmalade,with a pocket handkerchief fastened, Beatrice Cencl fashion, over her luxuriant brown tresses, a huge, checked apron euyeloping her trim lit tle figure, and sleeves rolled up above the elbow. Deacon Powers stood opposite, ner vously feeling of his bristlv chin. Theodora was young and pretty, with limpid hazel eyes, rings of browu hair straying like tlosa silk over her temples, and rosy lips. Deacon Powers was elderly and wrinkled, with an indescribable sharp ness in his face, as if it had worn away In contact with the world. "It's getting to be an imposition," said Theodora,brusquely. "Last week we had two tract distributors here, and week before that old Dr. Dodding ton and his wife and three children stayeCbere five days, so that it be convenient for the semi-annual con vention. In fact, I don't remember a single month without company since we baye lived at the parsonage. And we have no girl now, and papa has the neuralgia ; so you must tell this young clergyman to go somewhere else. I won't havd him here !" "But, my dear Miss Reed—" "I'm not your 'dear Miss Reed' " said Theodora, vehemently. "If I was you I would try to spare me a little of all this annoyance. Yes, I know lam the minister's daughter, and as such, am expected to have neither feelings or preference,nor sensibilities of any kind. But I'm human, after all; and I de cline to keep a perpetual free hotel for every oud who comes in this direc tion." "Your predecessor, Miss Reed—the lamented Mrs Smiley—was never, averse to entertaining the saints," re proachfully uttered the deacon. "Her door was ever open and her amiable hoapitality—" "Oh, yes, I know !" said Theodora. "ADd she died at forty. I Intend to live a great deal longer than that. She was killed by sewing- societies aodcom pany, and Dorcas meetings. I've had enough of that sort of thing, and I mean to stop. If the cburch-p3ople wish papa to entertin all creation, they must raise his salary—that's all." "But, my good young friend—" At that moment, however, a third person unexpectedly appeared upon the scene. The door between the parlor and kitchen, which had, unperceiyed by Miss Reed and Deacon Powers,stood slightly ajar, opened—a tall, frank-fac ed young man stood there, with a de cided color on his cheeks. "Deacon Powers," said he, "pray assnre this young lady that I will not tresspass upon her hospitality. Per haps we had better go OL to the next place at once." There wa9 something in his air and manner which caused the deacon to shoot out of the kitchen like an arrow from the bow, and the next moment Theodora was alone. She colored and bit her lip. "It's all true," she said,"every word of it. But I'm a little sorry he heard it. Perhaps he wasn't to blame, after all." And Theodora went vigorously on with the pear marmalade, until the old clock in the corner struck eleven ; and then she poured out a cup of chocolate, and ran upstairs to her father's room. Mr. Reed was sitting before his study table, with his temples resting on his hands, his elbows among the chaos of books and papers. Theo went to his side at once, and laid her hand on bis head. "Papa," she said, wistfully, "is your neuralgia worse ?" "Very much worse, Theo," he said, lifting his pain-glazed eyes to her eager, questioning young face. "I do not be lieve that I can preach to-morrow ; I do noc believe that I can eyer prepare a sermon." Theodora looked aghast. "But, papa," said she, "what can you do ? Old Dr. Denton is out of town, and—" "My dear," said the poor clergyman, pressing his hand to his throbbing tem ples, "you must send a note to Mr. Heryey, and ask him to officiate in my place, as a special favor." "Who is Mr. Heryey ?" asked Theo dora. "I do not know," said Mr. Reed, "I only know that he was to be at Windfleld this week. Most probably he will be at the Star hotel." "Very well, papa," said Theodora, feigning a cheerfulness that she was very far from feeling. "Drink your chocolate now, there's a darling, and don't fret yourself the least bit in the world, and I will see that all the ar rangements are made." MILLHEIM, PA. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18., 1884. So she rau down stairs aud set her -1 self to thinking. A substitute must be found for the pulpit, and here it was twelve o'clock on Saturday ! She sat down aud wrote a little note, consulting the dictionary more then once to make sure of no errors, and carefully copying the whole, because of a spattering little blot which fell, as if "of malice aforesaid," directly across the second line. "DEAR MR. HERVEY :—Will you grant us the great favor of preaching in papa's place to-morrow ? ne is very ill of neuralgia,and is unable eyen to prepare a sermon. We shall be greatly obliged if you will dine with us to-morrow after church. THEODORA REED. And after satisfying herself that it was all quite right, she carried it her sel! to the Star hotel. Mr. Heryey was not in, hadn't been in since morning. But they would give him the note directly on bis arrival ; so Theordora hurried home again, and ip the course of the afternoon, a little colored boy from the hotel brought a card, on one side of which was engraved, "Henry Hervey," while upon the other was written the words "with the greatest pleasure." And the minister's daughter, "on hospitable thought intent," roasted a pair of chickens, collected the ingredi ents for a salad, made a peach-pie and baked a loaf of bread, which was light and white as sea foam. "I'll show him that the country girls understand good housekeeping," said Theo to herself. Mr. Reed was not able to leave his sofa the next morning, so Theo put on her pretty blue-and-white muslin dress and the gypsy hat with the roses that became her delicate complexion so per fectly, and went to church, after first seeing that the table was all spread for the cold dinner, and the coffee-pot sim mering on the stove. The church was full. Mr. Hervey was a rising luminary in the theological horizon, and almost ev ery one in Windfleld had heard of him, so there was no lack of an audience. But to Theodora's ineffable dismay, the tall young man who walked so composedly out on the platform was no other than the frank-faced person who had stood on her kitcheu threshold, on ly the day before, and overheard her diatribe on the subject of undesired guests. Under the shadow of the roses she turned redder still. "Oh, my tongue—my unlucky tongue I" she said, frantically, to her self. "I always knew it would lead me into trouble ! What mnst he have thought ?" And, as may be inferred, Theodora's devotions—albeit, she was in reality a sweet, sincere little christian—did not do her much good that morning. Mr. Hervey came across into the par sonage when the sermon was over, and held out his band to blushing Theodora. "We meet again," said he, with a smile. "I can't help it," burst out Theo dora, in desperation. "I meant every word I said,Mr, Hervey ; it is all true. But —but it didn't apply to you !" "I understand," he said, quietly. "I was a little nettled at the moment, for I merely wished for a temporary shelter while they were refurnishing my room at the Star hotel. But I can easily see, now that I have thought the matter over in a new light, that a min ister's family must he sadly pestered with voluuteer guests. Pray think no more of it, Miss Reed." Aud he spoke so frankly and pleas antly that Theo became quite at her ease, while he carved the chicken and she prepared the crisp lettuce and lim id oil for the salad. He was taken up to Mr. Reed's sick room after diuner, and had a pie isaut chat with him before the afteruoou ser vice. "Y oil have done rue a great favor, sir," said the elder clergyman, wheu at length he parted from his guest. ' And we should esteem it a privilege—my little girl and I—if you would make it PAPER FOR THE HOMEjCIIICLE. Cleveland and Hendricks, Democratic Candidates FOR PRESIDENT AND VICE PRESIDENT. your home at the parsonage during your stay in town. Should, we not, Theo ?" Theodora hung down her head, and turned pink to the very roots of her hair. "Yes," she said, almost inaudibly. 4 'Only—l am ashamed to say so. Oh, papa," hiding her face on his should er, "I have behaved so badly 1 I never should have taken it for granted that Mr. Heryey was like the rest I" And then, infinitely to Mr. Hervey's amusement, she told the whole story of her interview with Deacon Powers. Mr. Reed smiled, as he stroked Theo's head. "My little girl is only a little girl," said he, "and sometimes forgets that the tongue is an unruly member. But she will improve as she grows older." Mr. Hervey spent the summer at Windfield. He was revising the proof sheets of a theological volume, and lik ed the quiet aDd seclusion of the little village. Perhaps, too, he liked something else about it. At all events, although he did not make the parsonage Lis home, he spent a great deal of his time there. "Theo," he said, one day—they had become fast friends by this time—"you have tasted so many of the petty trials, and annoyances of being a minister's daughter that I wonder if you would ever consent to be a minister's wife." "Well," said Theo, half laughing, half blushing, 4 'it would depend a good deal upDn who the minister was." "Suppose it was Henry Hervey ?" "Do you really mean it ?" said Theo, suddenly growing grave. "It is strange,isu't it," said he, "that I shouldd lose my heart to such a little termagant as you proved yourself the first day I ever saw you ? But it is a foregone conclusion—l am entirely at your mercy. Sweet Theo, will you be my wife ?" And Theo placed her hands in his with a lovely look of awe and happi ness, and answered : "I will 1" Deacon Powers could not compre hend it at all. "If he manies such a high-tempered girl as that," said the deacon, "he does it at his peril. Why, I never was so berated in my life as I was that day at the parsonage." "But, pa," said the deacon's daugh ter, "eyery woman finds her master soon or late. Now, I think Theodora Reed has found hers."— Helen Forrest Graves, It Made the Engineer Ory. 'Yes, indeed, we have some queer incidents happen to us,' said the en gineer. 'I was running along one at ternoon'pretty lively when I approach ed a little village where the track cuts through the streets. I slacked up a little, but was still making good speed, when suddenly, about twelve rods ahead of me, a little girl, not more than three years old, toddled on to the track. There was no way to save her. It was impossible to stop or even slack much in that distance,as my train was heavy and the grade de scending. In ten seconds it would have been all over, and,after reversing and applying the brake, I shut my eyes. I didn't want to see any more. As we slowed down my fireman stuck his head out of the cab window to see what I'd stopped for, when he laugh ed and shouted to me,'Jim,look here 1' I looked, and there was a great big Newfoundland dog holding that little girl in his mouth, leisurely walking toward the house where she evidently belonged. She was kicking and cry ing, so that I know she wasn't hurt, and the dog had saved her. My fire man thought it funny and kept on laughing, but I cried. I just couldn't help it. I have a little girl of my own at home.' Little Jack: "Let's play we is mar ried." Little Nell: "No I won't. It ain't right." Little Jack: "Why ain't it." Little Neli: "Tause mamma said we musn't quarrel." Two Lawyers and a Oat. Two lawyers were domesticated in the rude hotel of a country town. The hotel was crowded, and the two legal luminaries had to occupy the same room. Lawyer Clark lay with his head to the north on one side, and lawyer Thomas lay with his head to the south on the other side of the room. So far as that room was concerned, it might be said that their heads repre sented the north and south poles re spectively. The central; part of the room was deemed neutral ground, in which tho occupants of the different beds had equal rights. Here in picturesque confusion lay the boots, etc., of the sleepers. There were no lights, and though the door was open, there be ing no moon, the night was very dark in that room. The wily lawyers, who had been opposing counsel in a case tried in the town court that day, and had opposed each other with the contumacy of wild pigs, were now the very incarnation of meekness. But hush 1 hark 1 A deep sound strikes like a rising knell: ,Me-ow-ow!' Lawyers Clark and Thomas were wide awake and sitting bolt upright iu an instant. Again the startling cry .• 'Ye-ow, ye-ow 1' 'There's a cat!' whispered Clark. ' 'Scat you !' hissed Thomas. The cat paid no attention to their demonstrations, but gave vent to a nother yowl. 'Oh, gracious !' cried Clark, 'I can't stand this 1 Where is he, Thomat, ?' 'On your side of the room, some where,' replied Thomas. 'No, he's on your side,' said Clark. 'Ye-ow-ow-ow!' 'There I told you he was on your side,' they both exclaimed in a breath. And still tho howl went on. The idea entered the heads of both lawyers—doubtless owing to their legal training—that by the exercise of a certain strategy they might be en abled to execute a grand flank move ment on the cat, and totally demoral ize him. Practically, each determin ed to file 'a motion to quash' the cat's attachment for that room. Each kept his plan to .himself, and in the dark, unable to see each other, prepared for action. Strange as it may appear, it is nev ertheless true that the same plan sug gested itself to both. In words, the plan would be about as follows : The yowler is evidently looking and calling for another cat, with whom he has made an appointment. I will imitate a cat, and this cat will think t'other cat's around. This cat will come toward me, and when he shall have arrived- within reach, I'll blaze away with anything I can get a hold of, and knock the mew-sic out of him. So each of the portly lawyers,noise lessly as the cream comes to tfce sur face of the milk, hoisted himself on to his hands and knees, and hoppopota mus fashion, advanced to the neutral ground occupying tb3 centre of the room. Arriving there, lawyer Clark felt for and selected a boot-jack, and law yer Thomas the heaviest boot from the heap,and settled themselves down to work. Clark tightened his grip on the boot-jack, and throwing up his head, gave vent to a prolonged and unearth ly ' Ye-ow-ow' that would have reflect ed credit upon ten of the larger cats. 'A-ah 1' thought Thomas, who was not sixfeet away, 'he's immediately close around, now, I'll inveigle him 1' Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. and he gave the regular night-call of a feminine cat. Each of the lawyers advanced a lit tle closer, and Clark produced a ques tioning 'Ow-ow !' Thomas answered by a reassuring 'Purow-purow !' and they advanced a little nearer. They were now within easy reach,and each imagining the cat had but a mo ment to live, whaled away, the one with his boot, aud the other with his boot-jack. The boot took Clark square on the mouth, demolishing his teeth ; and the boot-jack came down on Thomas' head just as he was in the midst of a trium phant 'Ye-ow !' Wheu the lights were brought in, the cat had disappeared,but the catastrophe was in the opposite corners of the room. Sne Pitied Him. The otber k day when the Illinois Cen tral train pulled up to the platform at "VVapella, a stout, rosy-cheeked country girl boarded it, and sat down on a turn ed seat facing adude insight pants,and a small, white hat. He at once deter mined to exercise his wiles on the poor thing and make a mash. 'Good mawning, Miss.' he said. 'Hoody-do,' she replied. 'Aw you going faw ?' 'Huh, uh.' * Whaah do you disembawk ?' 'Huh ?' 'Where do you get off the cahs ?' 'l'm goin* tc Bloomington.' 'Aw 11 am going to stop theah, my self. Yewy happy to have such a chawming companion.' •Well, the boys here say I'm mighty good company,* she replied. The dude got up, and,sat .down by her side. 'Youawavewy pwetty young lady, and I am chawmed to be your escawt,' he said leaning over against her shoul der. 'Lean on your own breakfast,' she said, pushing him away. 'What did you say ?' he asked, again crowding her. 'Lean on your own bieakfast. I didn't eat enough for both of us. All I et this mornin' was four biscuits and two pieces of ham, two potatoes and nine slices of fried mush, and I don't feel like holdiu' you up.' The dude looked considerably taken back, but he began a lot of smalljtalk as the train pulled out, aud the sturdy old farmers in the coach gradually became thor oughly angered as he sat up close to her and took her hand in his, and leaned on her shoulder aud whispered to her. Just as the train pulled into Bloom_ ingtou the girl began to cry, aud there were four old men on their feet in a minute, each of whom had made up his mind to thrash the dude within an inch of his life. One of them approached the pair, and kindly asked the girl: 'Did the snipe insult ye ?' 'No—no—no !' she sobbed. 'Then what's the matter ?' 'P-po-poor fellow !' •Why, what air ye crvin' about, if he hain't insulted ye ?' ' He's in d-da-danger, and I pity the p-po-poore feller,' she sobbed. 'Why ! What is his danger V' 'He is so g-gree-green that I'm afraid he'll get off at some 'little t-tow-town and the cows will eat him up V she cried, wringing his hands. The last seen of him was]as he turned a series of double summersaults along side the train in a ditch,having jumped off when the train was making twenty miles an hour. AN ATTENUATED STORY. Jim Keene and his Washer woman. How She Managed to Accumulate a Fortune by Looking After His Linen, and the Job Keene Set Up on Her. [Derrick Dodd,* In San Francisco Post.l •The fact is,' said Jim Keene, the great New York riyal to Jay Gould, as he relaxed his usual taciturnity under the geuial influence of one of Sam Ward's dinners not long ego, 'the fact is that no matter how clever and thor ough adman's system of stock operating may be, there is always Hoccuring some little unforseen and apparent insignifi cant circumstance that is forever knocking the best laid plans into a cocked hat.' •As how ?' 'Well, for instance, about a year ago I was doing a good deal in Lake Shore, and counted on making a big clean-up. I discovered, however, that there was some hidden influence in the market that was always against me. It didn't exactly defeat my plans, but it lessen ed the profits. I soon saw that there was some other operator who was kept informed as co my movements in time to make me pay for his knowledge. 1 'Broker gave you away V said sever al. 'Not at all. 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Transient adver. tisements and locals 10 cents per line for first insertion and 5 cents per line for each addition al insertion. the window of my uptown place cogi tating over this state of affairs, an ele gant private.coupe drove past and stop- IB ped just around the comer from my door. It contained a richly-dressed lady and a ragged-looking girl. The latter got out, rang my basement bell and was admitted. I sent for my man servant, and inquired who the girl might be. 'She comes for the wash, sir,' he said. 'Does she generally come in a coupe?' I inquired. 'Why, no, sir,' said the man, very much surprised; 'her mother, the wash erwoman, is very poor.' 'Just then my own carriage drove round for me, and as It passed the oth er I could see the lady eagerly sorting the soiled clothes in the coupe on her lap. This excited my curiosity ,801 had my driver follow along behind- Pretty soon the coupe stopped, and the dirty little girl got out with the bundle and went into a brownstone front on Twen ty-ninth street. The coupe then kept straight on down to Wall street and stopped in front of a broker's office, where the lady alighted with my entire lot of soiled shirt cuff's in her hand.' 'Shirt cuff's ?' cried the entire com pany. 'Exactly; shirt cuffs. I saw through it all in a moment. Tou see I am,— or rather was—a great hand while at dinner ot at the theatre in the evening to think over my plans for the next day, and to make memorandums on my cuffs to consult before starting down town in the morning. My washerwo man found this out, and had been qui 'coppering' my game by means of my cuffs for over a year.' 'Weil, by Jove!' said Saw Ward, pausing for a single infant in the sa cred mystery of salad dressing. 'lt's the cold fact,' continued Keene. 'ln less than eight mouths she had cleaned up over,s6oo, OOOjmd was wash ing mj clothes, at least the cuffs, in a SBO,OOO house. She had diamonds and horses until you couldn't rest.' 'You didn't make any more cuff mcms, after that,' laughed several. 'Well, not many—just a few,' said the great operator, holding his Burgun dy up to the light. 'I believe I kept it up about a month longer, at the end of which time I had raked in the washer woman's bank account, and even bad a mortgage on the brown-stone house. It was a queer coincidence, wasn't it ?' But, perhaps, the information she found on the cuff's after that wasn't as exact as it had been, somehow, nor as reliable.' And the King of the street emptied his glass with an indescribable wink that made Beach, who was short on Harlem, shiver like a cat who had just swallowed a live mouse. —■ ' ■ ■ Condensed Sermons, Etc. Love is life's immortal prayer. The fruit of religion is aspiration. To imagine eyil betrays affinity for it. The heart is a better counselor than the tongue. Speedy prayers do not lead very rap idly to deyotlou. Suspicion is the ogre that sits upon the ruins of virtue. TOD much self-love makes men nig gardly and wretched. Wisdom does a person very little good if be doesn't live up to it. Be satisfied with doing well, and leave others to do as they please. Knowledge, economy and labor art the shining virtues of civilized man. There is a mystery in the influence of vice that few seem to be able to fathom. The votaries of doubtful pleasures never deriye enjoyment from their in dulgence. Example is the best teacher. Its silent persuasiveness reaches the heart by the most direct route. There is nothing that so lifts up the heart and soul of man as the conscious* ness of a duty well performed. As long as you have the approval of your own conscience you need not care for the judgements of the envious. If we were only as ready 'to forgive others as we are to forgive ourselves, the standard of manhood would be in finitely elevated. The only way to make the mass of man kind see the beauty of justice is by showing them in pretty plain terms the consequence of injustice. As the sun does not wait for prayers and incantatious before he rises, but straightway shiues forth, and is hailed of all; so do not wait to do good for ap plause and noise and praise, but to do it of your own desire ; aud like the sun, you will be loved. Men spend their lives in anticipa. tions, in determining to be vastly hap py at some period or other, when they have time. But the present time has one advantage over every other—it is our own. -iS • •. . ■:% - it
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