Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, April 02, 1885, Image 1
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BARTER'S GROCERY Main St., opposite Bank, Millheim,Pa Finest Groceries in the market. Choice Confectioneries ! FRESH OYSTERS ! Best Tobacco and Cigars! COUNTRY PRODUCE TAKEN AT THE HIGHEST HOME MARKET PRICES ! Call and get Low Prices! TERMS OASH! ON A GATE POST. CHARTER 1. Ambrose Net'lesou baa what be tbinks ia a valuable manuscript. He thinks Sc, doubtless, because it records a part of his life. One night recently, while I was at bis bouse, bo brought out the manuscript and read it to me. Although I did not ask permission, vet Ido not feel that I violate bis confi dence by giving, as nearly as I can re member, the contents of the paper which lie treasures with such affec tion : The prospect was not cheerful. I was riding a horse across a country whose loneliness was rs deep as a sigh which bespeaks the long absence of someone. Night was coining on and a storm was gathering its forces. A frightened owl flitted past me, scream ing in my face. The time of year was when nature hesitates whether to con tinue winter or begin spiing. My horse almost shook me off when he stopped and shivered. The owl scream ed In my face again. Head leaves, for a moment would whirl before me, and then fall, scattered and torn as though they had, by an angry hand,been swept from their long, damp rest, only to be mocked. "What a dreary, dreary place it is 1" I mused. "I feel as though something terrible is goiug to happen. The air, just before the great agitation which must come, seems quivering in its desire to bear the sound of murder, murder 1 As I live yonder is a light. Is it possible that I shall receive shelter ?" Urging my horse forward, I soon reached a small liouss, near the sum mit of a desolate peak, overlooking the Arkansaw river. I dismounted near the door—there was no fence around the bouse. My horse looked appealing ly at me and without asking permis sion from any one within, I led the an imal to a stable close at hand, took off saddle and bridle. As I was returning, the storm burst upon the river. When I approached the door, I heard a wail. I knocked and heard the wail coming slowly toward me. The door was o pened by a girl scarcely more than twelve years old. Her face was the picture of despair. She said nothing, but pointed io a bed, upon which lay au old man, gaspiug for breath. Ap proaching him, I saw that he had but a few moments to live. The girl knelt beside the old man. lie tried to put his hand upon her head. Failing, he looked at me and I assisted him lie tried to speak, but could not. The girl sobbed frantically. The rain pour ed down and the storm shook the house. "lie will never get well I l ' she cried. "My graudpa will die." Yes, her grandpa would die. Ilis life had already passed away. The hand lying on her head was growing cold. She looked at him and shrieked. What a night we spent in that house. The storm howled and the rain fell un til nearly daylight. The girl, who I saw was intelligent, with an impres sive face, said that her name was Mun ette Loggeraon, and that since her ear liest recollection she had lived with the old man who had spent the most of his time, since she had begun to talk, in teaching her. "I have no relatives," she said in answer to a question. "Any friends f" "No friends." "You have neighbors ?" "None. The nearest house is near ly eight miles away." I knew not what to do. Surely the situation was serious. Early at morn ing, we buried the old man in the yard. As best I could, I made a coilin of a trough which I found in the stable. After the burial, I went on and found enough corn for my horse. I left Mu nette at the grave, on which she had, sobbing bitterly, thrown herself. "Where are you going, little girl ?" I asked when I returned, still finding her on the grave. "llow can I go anywhere V" she ask ed. "I have no friends, I told you." "You cannot remain here." "I cannot go away." "1 will not leave you here. You must go with me. My mother has no little girl. She will receive you." Still lying on the grave, and without looking up, she replied : "I will go and work for my board." "You will not have to work. When I tell my mother of the circumstances under which I found you, she will take you in her arms. Come, get your clothes. It is time we were leaving here. See, the sun is shining beauti fully. It is a new dav for you." Without replying,she arose and turn ed toward me. Her face, even aside from her grief, was so sad, and her eyes wore a look of such tender appeal that even though sin had relatives I would haye thought it my duty to take her home with me. She went Into the MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 2., 1885. A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE. house and soon returned with a stuulj bundle. "I Inven't much to take," she said. "Grandpa and I were very poor, and you see, having inherited his poverty, I am pooier than ever." I was not surprised to hear her make such a remark, for I had discovered that she had never associated with chil dren,and was consequently wise for her age. "You shall have some nice dresses after while," I replied. "Pretty red ones V" The child was asserting itself. "Yes, and blue onesu ' She wept anew as we mounted the hoise—she seated behind me. As long as we were within sight of the house she said nothing, but when we had de scended into the thick woods, she said : "I won't cry any more if I can help it." "Your grandfather must have been good to you ?" "Yes, but he made me read many booka that were very dull—great law books. I don't like tbein. His eyes for many years have been so bad that I had to do all his reading for him. He wrote a book full of awful curious things and murders, but one day when he found me reading it he took it away from me and but ned it up. It must have been bad, and be must have been sorry that he wrote it." The day passed rather pleasantly, with the exception of the influence of the night before, which naturally e rough she could not dispel and which I could not keep from arising occasion ally. We sat on a log and ate dinner, and Munette's remarks gave me addi tional insight into her close habit of observation. When evening came we stopped at a farm-house, where the sad story of the little girl awoke sueh sympathy that the kind-hearted house wife begged me to allow the child to remain with her. "It is a question that she must de cide." I rejoined. "What do you say, Munnette ?" "I am surprised that you should ask me such a ques ion," she replied, ap proaching the /hair where I sat and taking my hand. ''Would it not be ungrateful in me to desert you so soou, or to ever desert you "She's got more sense than an old womaD right now," said the host, ad dressing his wife. "Our twenty-eight year-old daughter that married last month ain't a patchin' to this girl." "W'y, jespeison,*' said his wife, in mild censure, "Margaret ain't twenty eight years old." "She's mighty nigh it." "An' beside that," continued the woman, "she never had no chance." "Didn't go to school three months outen nearly every year, eh ? What show does a gal want, I'd like to know ? This little creetur, I warraut you never has been to school." "Oh, yes, sir. My whole life has been a school. The old house where I used to live contains many books. If you want them you may go there and get them. I shall never go after them, I could never read them again." "Well, blame my buttons if I don't mosy up that way. I ain't m-uch of a scholar, but I reckon I can worry through with a lot of them." CHAPTER 11. My mother welcomed Munnette, and when I related the sad story of how I found her, the sympathetic woman took the child in her arras and kissed her. A few days afterward, when I re* turned home after a short absence, she flashed upon me in a gay red dress. She was more of a child than I had e ver seen her—more so than I had thought it possible for her to become. My mother was delighted to see her in nocent pranks,and I, for the first time, kissed the child. "You have kissed me at last," she said. "Is it becausj I look better in this dress ?" "It is because you look more like a child Before, you reminded me so much of a woman." "Do not women like to be kiSHed ?" 1 laughed and my mother, shaking her head -I can see her gray hair now —said ; "Ah, Ambrose, our young girl has a yery old head." We sent Munnette to school. The teacher, a man who had the reputation of being profound, met me one day aud said : "Munnette is the most remarkable child I ever saw. She has read so many books and makes me such wise observations that I am constantly sur prised. To tell you the truth, I can- I uot advance her. Not that I am not intellectually able—but er—because I do not think that at her age it would ibe safe. Therefore I would advise you to take her from school. I know the | effect that too much learning has on ! youth. I know how narrowly I esoap ' ed." When I spoke to Munnette, she said; "That school is a very dull place. It is a constant hum of arithmetic. I don't like to cipher, as the children call it. Fractions make my head ache and miscellaneous examples make me sick. Let me study at home." I took her from school. She was a devoted student, hut waa never so ab sorbed that she was oblivious to the lit tle attentions which a woman of my mother's age prizes so highly. Mun ette grow rapidly and I was pleased to see that she was daily becoming more graceful. CHATTER 111. The war came on. How natural it is in writing a story, to say 'The war came, on but this is not a story, and nothing can be more natural than truth—although it is said to be stran ger than fiction. Therefore, when I say that the war came on, I intend that the declaration should have its full meaning. I left home full of pride. I was captain. My mother prayed : but Muunette did not seem to be very much affected. "Good bye," she said. "War is one of the incidents of civilization, as well as a feature of barbarity. I know that you will do your duty, and that you will not for get the little girl whom you once saw sobbing under the hand of a dying man. When you return. I shall be old enough to kiss you." I looked at her in astonishment. Merriment sparkled in her eyes. "You don't like to kiss children, it seems." "Munette, you are strange. I once said that I did not kiss you because you looked like a woman." "Oh, yes, that is true. I thought that you did not want to kiss me be cause I was so small. There, now,cap tain don't swell up like a toad." I turned away. She called me when I was about a hundred yarus away and said : "When you pass the big gate, look 011 the right hand post " I did so and found the words,"l love you." Under this I wrote, "And I love you." I aid not receive but one letter from Munette, and that might just as well have been written by a professor of geology, for its four pages were devoted to a desoription of a lot of pebbles she had found in a cave. I returned home ragged and ill. Mu nette was delighted to see me. She was so peculiar, though, that 1 could not tell whetfter or not she still loved me. It seemed that she did not, for whenever I attempted to remind her of it, she changed the subject. Like all true loyers, 1 felt that without her mv life would be abl ink. I spoke to my mother concerning my trouble. "She is a very strange girl, but I al ways found her frank, except when I asked her if she loved you, and s e re pli< d that the hawks had carried off three of the domiuicker hen's chick ens." One day, in passing tbe gate, I wrote on the post the following : "Will you marry me ?" Two days afterward I visited the place and found the word "yes." Without further communication, ex cept to appoint the time by "post," we were married. I did not find her disposition to be peculiar, only in the intensity of her love for me. "Why did you treat me so ?" I one day ask ed her. "The dominicker has a great deal of trouble with her chickens,"she replied. Shortly afterward, when she thought that I was not looking, she threw back her head and laughed.— Arkansaw Traveler. Strango Freaks of Lightning. Mrs. Gesner, who lives in a two story frame house at Nanuet, Rock land Co., N. Y., was sitting in her kitchen with her babe in her lap one evening recently when a heayy thun derstorm struck the town. While watching the lightning which flashed into the room through the windows, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in I front of the stove close to her feet. The ball was a vivid brilliancy, and made a noise like Ja humming fop. Mrs. Gesner did not move, although thoroughly lrightened. A moment later the ball exploded with a slight report, but did no injury either to the mother or her child or the furniture in the room. In a room on the next floor, however, Mrs. Gesner found that a mirror stand bad been shatter ed. Several persons who visited the house the next day and made an ex amination of the place were unable to find where the ball had entered the building. It is supposed that it came down the stove pipe. SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. AN ARMLEbS LADY'S WAY. Deprived of Arms, but Not a Helpless Woman. How Sho Threads a Needle, Writes ana Eats by the Aid of her Toes. "Now, let me show you what I can do; dinuer'll le here in just a mo ment. Thread a needle ? Of course I can ; see V" and suiting the action to the word, Mrs. Thompson picked up a fine needle with the large and second toe of the right foot, held it tightly be tween the tips and, taking some yarn in her left foot, lolled the end deftly on a small smooth stone, put it in ter mouth by bending her body almost double and deftly inserted the yarn in the needle, more easily than a bachelor threads u large needle with a very fine thread. Next she took a handsome ti dy on which she was crocheting and with remarkable deftness held tbe work with her right foot, while with her left she guided the needle in and out,catch ing the thread with ease and fashioning the figure as fast as "my lady" in the sittingroora does with her soft hands. Her right eye giving her some trouble during this work, she deftly pushed back the spectacles which she wore and with the second toe rubbed the eyelid. Then she bent forward and brushed back a few stray hairs from her fore head. Taking up the pen between the large and second toe of her left foot, and holding a slip of paper with her right toes, she wrote in a feminine hand, small and rather neat : "He that lends to all shows good will but little sense. Ann E. L. Thompß3n. Born witnout arms, December 23. 1939. Ga." This written, she put the pen down, took up a blotter with her left foot, placed it over the "writing and dried the ink. Taking up a pair of large scissors with the large and third toe of the left foot she cleverly cut off the portion ot the piper on which she had written. "Here comes my dinner. Now you can see me eat—not that it's such a sight,but you may find it odd to see one eat with toes instead of fingers." Mr. Thompson spread out a napkin on the platform, and placed on it the dinner of a person in good health. Mrs. Thompson turned around in her seat, took up a cup of tea in her foot, stirred it up with a spoon held in her right toes, and half bending, half rais ing the cup to her lips, drank off the tea and placed the cup on the platform. Then she grasped a flat handled silver I<> ife In her left toes, caught a fork be tween the first two toes of herrightfoot and cut some steak into pieces. Part of it was tough, but she had no more trouble in cutting it than an ordinary person would have, A piece of meat held on the fork was transferred to her mouth and was followed by a piece of bread broken from a slice by her large and second toes. As soon as she had finished this nov el meal Mrs. Thompson continued : "I forgot to tell you about my schooling. Oh, yes, I went to school. The pupils were and and I had a little raised plat form for my use. I held my books in my toes and read and studied as well as the rest of the girls. 1 held a slate in my right foot and a pencil between the toes of my left and managed to fig ure as well as anyone. My right limb is shorter than my left,and I learned to write with my left foot, as you have seen. I learned all that was taught in the common schools of Georgia before the war." AN AGREEMENT. '1 am tired of life,' said a young fel low. *1 have met with nothing but continued disappointments, and I can see no use in prolonged existence.' 'I don't see why you should live,' re joined an acquaintance. 'I don't know that you have ever done any good in the world, and can't see why you want to live.' 'What!' the disheartened man, who had been looking for sympa thy. 'Don't see why I should live ? Confound your ugly picture, I've as much right to live as you have.' There are times when it will not do to agree with a friend.— Ark,Traveller. \ Martial Expenses. Sato Perkins, of Ilearne, Texas, is somewhat of a philosopher, and is al ways giving good advice to his friends. He is somewhat cynical on the subject of matrimony, having had some sad ex perience in that line. Not long since his nephew, Sam Stinchcomb, told him that he intended to marry Mary B irtlett. . 'Has she got any money ?' asked Sam. 'No.' 'Have you got any ?' 'No.' 'My dear boy, don't you know that it takes a great deal of money to carry on war V—Texas Sifting's. NO. 13. £NRWBPAPER LAWS If subscribers order tbe discontinuation of newspkpers. Hie pnollshers may continue to send Tliein until all arrearages are paid. . if subscribers refuse or neglect to take their newspajmrs from the office to which they are sent they are held responsible until they havcsetUed lh bills ar.d ordered tliem discontinued. If subscribers move to other places withoutfn forming the publisher, and the newspapers are sent to tho former plaee, they are res|K>nbthle. eg—spg' ggßegaß ADVERTISING RATES. 1 wk. l mo. 8 mos. 6 mo*. J yen 1 square $2 00 S4OO $5 00 $6 00 SBOO & " 700 10 00 15 00 30 00 40 00. 1 " 10 00 15 00 25 00 45 00 75 00 One Inch makea a square. Administrators* and Executors' Notices $2.50. Transient itdver. tisements and locals 10 cents iter line for first insertion and 8 cents per line for each addition assertion I , ■ . Thurlow Weed's Story. How a Lawyer Came to His De fense—The Secret Out. The late Thurlow Weed, who was sometimes called 'The Priam of the Press,' because he was the father of so many newspapers, once-told me an in teresting incident of his life which has been anadvertently ommitted from bis memoirs. It was during the war of 1812, when he was livibg in Coopers town, N. Y., the home of thej yet un fledged novelist, and was setting type as a journeyman -printer. *1 was 19 years old and I fell in love with Cath erine Ostrander, my landlady's daught er, two years younger than I was. Her folks objected, very properly, to her marrying a strolling printer, without money or anything else, and I agreed to wait. 'About this time I got into a bad scrape. I, with three other young fel lows, who were rather a hard lot, was arrested on complaint of four girls whom we met at prayermeeting. I bad never seen them before, but we walked home with them, and they made a charge of improper conduct against us all. The others got bail, but I had uo licit relatives, and prepared to go to jail. At the examination I told the justice I had no lawyer and no money to pay one, when, to my great surprise, a leading attorney of the town, whom I had never spoken with and did not know, stepped forward and gave bail for me and offered to defend me. II was Ambrose L. Jordan. i;was de lighted. I did not go to jail, and at the trial tbe girls voluntarily declared that I was not a party to the offensive transaction. I left town for a while, but came back in a year or two and Catharine Ostrander accepted me and we were married. I never forgot Jor dan. 'Some fifteen years after that when I was m Albany in a position of some in fluence, we were making up the Whig state ticket in convention. The princi pal officers had been placea in nomina tion, when somebody said, *Now for attorney general. We must have a man down in the middle of Ibe state;' 'I named Ambrose L. Jordan and he was mad • our candidate and elected. 4 When he came up to Albany he said to me: 'I have some conscientous scruples about accepting this office. You gave it to me because I defended you in Cooperstown when you wanted a friend.' 'Not entirely or exactly,* 1 said. 'I merely reasoned that a man who would come to the rescue of an unknown and penniless youth for the sake of seeing justice done had the right Ideas to make a good attorney general.' 'Well,' he answered, 'I am not enti tled to the credit you give me for either sagacity or right feeling. I gave bail for you and defended you because Cath arine Ostrander came and made a fuss about you and wouldn't giye me any peace till 1 did it. Better appoint ycur wife attorney general!' 'lt was the first I knew of her agency in the matter, She had never told me during all those happy married years.' Bill Nye's Philosophy. To the young the future has a roseate hue. The roseate hue comes high, but we have to use it in this place. To the young there spreads out a glorious range of possibilities. After the youth has endorsed for an intimate friend a few times, and purchased the paper at the bank himself later on, the horizon won't seem to horizon so tumultuousiy as it did aforetime. I remember at one time of purchasing such a piece of ac commodation paper at a bank, and I still have it. I didn't need it any more than a cat needs eleven tails at one and the same time. Still the bank made it an object to me, and I secured it. Such things as these harshly knock the fluff and bloom off the cheek of youth, and prompt us to turn the strawberry-box bottom side up uefore we purchase it. Youth is gay and hopeful, age is cover ed with experience and sears where th 6 skin has been knocked off and had to grow on again: To the young a dollar looks large and strong, but to dle-aged and old it is weak and ineffi cient. When we are iu the heyday and fizz of existence, we believe everything, but after awhile we murmur : 'What's that you're givin' us,' or words of a like character. Age brings caution and a lot of shop-worn experif nee purchased at the highest market price. Time brings vain regrets and wisdom teeth that can be left in a glass of water over night. ■ ■ - —'- 1 * TIMS TO CALL THIS IN. 'Mrs. Sharp can't you find anything else to do than blow me up continually, whenever I say that Dinah isn't a good cook, aud you should discharge her and get another ?' 'Well, John,if you don't like the way I take it, I'll tied some other way to 'blow you up,' as you call it.' 'How V' •Well, Diuah might, for instance.'