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One who unblushlngly glories to speak Things;whicl> should call up a flush to Ills cheek ? One. who, whilst calling at action* unjust. Robs seme young heart of its pureness aud trust; Scorns to steal money, or Jewels, or wealth. Thinks it no crime to take honor by stealth? What Is a gentleman ? Is it not one Knowing instinctively what he abould shun, Speaking no word that can injure or pain. Spreading no scandal and deep'niug no stain ? One who knows how to put each at his ease, Striving instinctively always to please; One who can tell by a glance at your cheek, When to be silent, and when be should speak? What is a gentleman ? Is It not one Honestly eating the bread be has won, Living in uprightness, fearing his God, leaving no staiu on the path he has trod, Caring not whether his coat may be old, Prizing sincerity far above gold. Recking not whether his hand may be hard, stretching It holding to grasp its reward ? What is a gentleman ? Say, Is It birth Makes a man noble, or adds to his worth? Is there a family tree to be had % Spreading enough to conceal what is bad I Seek out the man who has God for his Guide Nothing to blush for and nothiuv to hide; Be he a noble, or be he In trade, Thit is the gentleman Nature has made. THE CURIOUS SCRIBE. CHAPTER I. I will not bore you with a long story. I never told a loog story. No one can say tbat Ell Buck has eyer told sti etch ed- out anecdotes to a gaping company. Modest ? Well, I'm not exactly bash ful, bat I haven't that self-push to which many a man owes his promin ence. I was educated for a lawyer. In fact, I practiced the devilish profess ion for a short time. I say devilish be cause, during my short, and as Brete Harte would say, unhallowed career as a lawyer, I was fined for com tempt of court and was meicilessly thumped by a witness who insisted that my point less questions had led him unwittingly into falsehood. I shall not, however, discuss my career as a lawyer. It is of myself as an editor that I desire to speak. From the time when my recol lection seemed to come out of a dark closet and flit, like a miller, around the candle of newly awakened existence, I have had a great fondness for newspa pers. My father often said that this predilection for hurried print would send me to the poor-house, but I found consolation in the reflect ion that con siderable ingenuity would find long em ployment in arranging a poorer honse than that which my father owned. Well, at last I secured a printing of fice. It was bought at a Sheriff's sale. At different times, many papers of dil ferent names, bad been issued from the worn hand-press, but waytng aside the entire list of back-numbeved christen ings, I preferred to call my sheet the Arkansaw Cat lish. This was surely sn odd name—a kind of "odds-fish" name—and it was not. as an ignorant and heartless wag, who never paid bis subscription, remarked, intended for exclusive circulation among the colored people. 1 One day while I was hard at work, an old man, very tall, with white hair and shrunken cheeks, came into the of fice. "I am very anxious to secure work.'* said he. "i am tbe oldest compositor in the State. I have worn myself out on daily papers, aad now I wish to work on a weekly, where, instead of suffering under gaslight, I can spend my nights io quiet. I ask for but little remuneration— a boarding place and a decent burfcl. Withers is my name." I looked at blm to determine if bis mind were right, but in his calm eye there was no traces of insanity. "My dear sir," said I, "do you ex pect to die so soon ?" "I have consumption," he replied, "and my course is nearly run ; but I am prepared. I regret no past ; fear no future." 44 1t is true that I need some one, for with my short experience I am a very slow compositor, and it is true that lam not able to pay an active "print er." "I can set up your paper with but lit tle trouble. Say the word and I will take off my coat." CHAPTER 11. The old man was au excellent com positor, wonderfully correct and untir ing in his effort to please. All day he would sit on a high stool, putting up type with a regular click. His grim expression that crossed his face when he bent himself over the case and coughed with a hollow sound. He kept a bottle of cod liver oil setting on the press, and three times a day he would take up the bottle and drink with as much zest,it appeared to me,as MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 21., 1885. though he were imbibing choice wine. lie slept m the ofllee. One night while we were sitting by the stove, he looked up suddenly and asked : "What is your religion ?" "I do not belong to any church." "Which church do you favor V" "I favor them all, for they all point to a place of final rest." "And a final hell," said he. "Yes, the most of them believe in a hell, though not so strongly, I fancy,as they did before education became so general." "Not so much as they did," he as sented. "Many of them do not now believe that hell is necessary to salva tion, but there must be a difference in the treatment of good and bad souls. Suppose a man who never harmed any one,should kiil himself ? Do you think his soul would find rest ?" "That's a question upon which I would not like to express an opinion." "It is a question though," he contin ued, "which concerns me very much. My suffering daily increases, but I don't see that I am approachiug the grave with that degree of acceleration which promises an early relief from pain. I have often thought that iu my case, u man would be iustifiable in ta king his own life. It looks to me as though I am reut.lessly tortured." I hardly knew what reply to make, for I felt that the old mn had cause to complain, but after a few moments of reflection, I said : "Wait. No matter bow much you maybe racked by pain, wait. You surely cannot live much longer." A light of encouragement shone in his eyes as he said : "Ah, those are pleasant words." After this I fancied that he was not so restless. He coutiuued to talk medi cine, to allay pain rather than to pro long life, he said. lie wrote several strangely readable articles for the Cat Fish. I didn't know, that with all ray experience in handling mauuscripts, I have even seen a handwriting so pecu liar as his. A number of our citizens who saw it remarked its dissimilarity to any chirography they had ever be held, and among them the old mau was known as the curious scribe. One evening as I was about to leave the office, he followed me to the door. "Mr. Buck," said he, "I think now that my time is short." He looked as though he wanted to smile, but that his poor old lips bad lost the movement necessary to the re flection of so pleasing an expression. "Why do you think so, Mr. With ers f" "I dreamed last night that I was dead. 1 thought that I lay down in quiet rest, like a tired mau who goes to bed." "I don't think that you should sleep here alone." "Yes," he replied. "The presence of anyone would disturb my medita- have an impression that I will die suddenly. An attendant would do no good, and would rob the first few hours of my l3ng coveted sleep of that deep solitude which I desire shall sur round me." As 1 was walking down the road to ward the house where I boarded on long time and short rations, I met 'Squire Duval. "Well, Buck," when I had stopped and shaken hands with him, "how is the curious scribe getting along ?" "Almost cheerful in the thought that he is soon to leave us," 1 replied. "Strange old man, mighty queer, but don't think thai bis miod's altogether out o' whack. Him an' me agrees put ty well here o' late, fur I've mighty nigh made a spiritualist outen him. 'Tuther day when he 'peered to be BO dead sot on suicide, I said to him, says I, 4 Withers, don't do it. If you do, your grade will be low. Live on, even if you do suffer, an' your grade will be high.' " The next morning, as I was going to the office, I overtook the Squire near the place where I had met him the day before. B'leve I'll go with you," said he, "an' have a few moments' chat with the old feU." There was no lock on the office door, and lifting the latch, we entered. Great God ! The old man's body lay on the door, llis head, with the face turned toward us, lay on the imposing stone. A bloody—an awful scene lOn the stone, near the head, lay a sheet of paper covered with the old man s pecu liar writing. Almost breathlessly, I read these words : "You will be surprised to fiod my head up here and mv body on the floor. You do not see how it is p >3sible for a man to cut off his head and place it where be chooses and then throw his body on the floor. It is singular, but you see for yourself. How would you go about such a performance ? Ten to one you would fail. CHAPTER 111. Never before or since have I seen such excitement in a town. It was A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE. useless to deny that the note had been written by the curious scribe, but the old man could not have entirely sever ed his own head from his body, and, even could he have done so, he could not have placed it on the stone. Why any one should have murdered him uo one could concieve. Expert detectives came and spent days iu looking for a clue, but went away puzzled. 'Squire Duval declared that the old man bud been aided by bad spirit, in the execu tion of the bloody design, yet this, while it may have found ready support ers among people who believed iu su pernatural agencies, was ridiculed by the Coroner aud laughed at by the ju ry. Some time previous to the arrival of the old man, I had incurred the mortal enmity of a fellow named Givens. This soulless wretch, biding his time, swore out a warrant for my arrest, charging me with the murder of the curious scribe. Of course I was indig nant, but I soon saw that people paid but little attention to my protest of innocence. I was arraigned for ex amination before a Justice of the Peace. I had 'Squire Duval and the man with whom I boarded, introduced as witnesses. The 'Squire's testimony amounted to nothing, but the testimo ny of my landlord made my blood run cold. "Mr. Buck went to bed at the usual hour," said he, "but about midnight he got up and went out. When he came back, which be did after some time, I heard him washing bis hands, and at morning when I went to the wash shelf on the porch I saw blood stains in the bottom of the bowl. The truth is, unable to sleep I had gotten up. I went ont, lighted my pipe and walked around,smoking. A I was returning to the house, I came in con tact with the end of a rail which pro jected over the fence, forcing a few diops of blood from my nose. When I made the statement, the peo ple looked suspiciously at me. My lawyer made an able speech, dwelling on the fact that I had nothing against him ; and although I had known him to be something of a materialist, yet supported the 'Squire's opiuion inso much tbat as the old man had unques tionably written the note, he might have cut off his own head. The magistrate decided that the evi dence was sufficiently strong to justify my detention, and, as the case was not bailable I was taken to iail. I had great hopes that the grand jury would fail to return an indictment, but I was disappointed. When it became known that the charge against me was sus tained by the gentlemen in secret sess sion, a mob assembled and it was with great difficulty that the sheriff could keep me from the clutches of the yell ing avengers. Que morning,just before the meeting of the court before which I was to be tried, the sheriff entered the jail and said : "Mr. Buck, you are free. Read this letter. It was written by a crazy man, well known in this community,and was addressed to the circuit judge." The surprise was so gladdening—the thought of regaining my liberty and OLce more takiug my place among re spected men, filled me with such a de sire to throw up my hat that it was with difficulty that I could repress my exultation long enough to read the let ter. The document which effected my liberation ran as follows : "Judge, while no one is bothering me, and while I sit alone in my room, number 102 left wing, I will drop you a few lines. We used to go to school together didn't we, judge ? Well, some time ago—l don't know how long for sometimes it seems ten years and then ten minutes—l slipped away from the asylum. They had given me the privilege of walking ont. I got on a train, and went up to your town. It was night and nobody saw me. After I had walked around awhile, I got down on my knees and lapped water out of a puddle. Yes, I did. I saw a light in a house and I went in. An old man with white hair was in th 9 house. It tickled me to look at him. While we were talking, a funny idea occurred to me : 'Suppose the people were to come here in the morning and find that old man's head on the rock table, what would they say ? It would puzzle 'em if he was to leave a note saying that he had cut off his head and put it there. I could put his head t here and write the note, but the people might know his handwriting and detect the forgery. I won't commit forgery. It is wrong. They send the folks to the penitentiary for forgery. I'll get him to write the note.' That is the way the funny idea ran through my head. I began to talk pleasantly to him, told him that I own ed a farm a short distance from town. Well, I do, judge. I won't tell a lie unless it is to help along a great cause. Will you do me a great favor ?' I ask ed. He said that he would. 'I want to play a joke on my little girl,' said I. 'She can read and write, but I can't. The other day she whipped her doll. I told het that she ought not to be so cruel, that If she didn't mind the doll would commit suicide. Now, 1 tell you whAt lam going to do. lam go ing to cut off the doll's head and put it on a stool and leave a note, explaining the funny situation. While she is wef ping oyer the death of her doll I will take out a nicer one which I shall have handy,and make her glad. Won't you please write down the words I dic tate V' lie laughed at the idea, said it was the first time he had laughed for years. I told him that I was glad to afford him any amusement, aud that I would be grateful if he would write the words for me. He did so and I went out. I slipped into a store, through a window and got a new butcher knife. Then I went back and found the old man reading. We talked a while and then, when he wasn't uoticiu-f me, I grabbed him by the throat aud forced him to the floor. He was too weak to struggle much and I had very little trouble in cutting his throat, but cut ting off his head wa9 not such an easy job. Igo it off after a while, and had to laugh when I put it on the rock ta ble, and when I put the note beside it. It tickled me so much that I had to blow out the light. I shut the door carefully and went away. I jumped on a frieght train and rode where no body could see me. When I got off, I threw nearly all of my clothes in the river. By morning I was at the asy lum. The y had been looking for me. Since then they won't let me go out. I showed this letter to the superinten dent and expected him to laugh, but he didu't. He can't see a joke. I asked him to band it back, that I wanted to write a few more lines. He did so. If you see the old man's head, it will tick le you." ******* The people who would have been willing to hang me, offered to gener ously support my paper if I would re main, but the town was distasteful to me. lam now engaged in farming, and am reasonbly contented, but I shudder every time I see an old man with white hair.—Arkansas Traveler. <■. El Mahdi and the Menageries. 'The row in the Soudan is going to play havoc with the wild animal trade this year,' said Superintendent Brown, at the Zoological Garden. As long as there is a war there, of course no ani mals,can be exported from that portion of Africa. Lions are very high now, although the lion market is dull. A good pair of African lions are worth $2,000 or more. Most of the hippopo tami come fiom Nubia and the north western part of Africa. If all the hippopotami in this country were to take a notion to die, we couldn't get any more for a long time.' •Are tliey apt to die in captivity ?' 'Yes; moving about isn't good for them. Some auimals seem to thrive better when they are with menageries, going from one part of the country to another, but a hippopotamus ought to stay in one place. Last year there were thirteen of these animals in the United States;now there are only eight. Giraffes come from Soudan, aud they are very scarce and very high—pecuni arily as well as in stature. I think there are four Giraffes in this country now. We haye one, and there is nothing the matter with him except bis hoofs; they are too long. We try to clip them, but he dcn't like it, and he is liable to kick a man fifteen feet or so. Giraffes are great butters, too. They can strike a blow with their heads that would as tonish Sullivan. Two baby giraffes, only seven feet high, sold recently for $2,00b. It's almost impossible to put a price on these animals now, they are so scarce.' The Name Did It. Margaretta Steigerwaldenzer and Georgians Warner, who live in Pike county, went out for a walk. While passing along the road they saw a rat tlesnake lying in the roadway. One of the girls threw a stone at it, and it im mediately coiled itself and showed fight. Miss Steigerwaldenzer picked up a club and accepted the challenge. 4 Oh, Magaretta Steigerwaldenzer P cried Miss Warner. 'Don't go near it. It will kill you P At that the snake uncoiled itself and hurried away. Miss Steigerwaldenzer followed it, and overtaking it , killed it, the snake showed no further inclination to defend itself. It was three feet long and had only four rattles. 'liow quickly that snake lost its fierceness,' said Miss steigerwaldenzer to Miss Warner. 'Yes,' replied Miss Warner. 'lt heard me speak your name and knew then that there was no use.' The two girls are still friends. Old Bachelor—They tell me you don't walk in vour sleep since you are mar ried. Benedict—Not Jsince the baby come. Wake just the same, though, and about the same hours, but rather more regularly. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. HOW TO KEEP YOUNG. HOW THE MIND CAN KEEP THE BODY PROM GROW ING OLD The Rust That Wears Both Body and Soul—How Thought Can Build New Fhysioal Struct ures—The Wise Man of the Future. [Special Correspondence to the PATRIOT.] BOSTON, April 30.— Healthy body, healthy tnitid. Old adage, convertible terms—healthy mind, healthy mind. More yet, keep the mind young and fresh and you keep the body ditto.Wor ried minds,racked minds,fretted minds, sour, cross, ugly, surly, peevish, sad, melancholic minds wear a young body into an old one ten, twenty,thirty years ere its time. Two-thirds of our old age, so-called, comes of rust,dead rust,treadmill lives, diving in ruts, learning nothing new, declaring we're too old to learn. Young man marries at twenty-three. Young woman ditto. "Settle down." Give up recreation, boats, halls, danc ing, croquet, etc. Turn five-sixths of their lives into business and housekeep ing. Result at thirty.five : Young man's rut is worn too deep for him to crawl out of. Think's he's seen about all there is in life to live for. He settled down into eating, sleeping and potter iug from store to house and house to store. Begins to "lay up" for old age. Sees himself in thought an old man. Result,he does grow old,acts old,thinks old, not knowing that thoughts are live things built out of highly rarefied mat ter, that mind is at work and in exist ence in every atom of our bodies, and that the miud lull of fresh, hopeful, happy thought, and of plan, purpose and project, marks aud keeps the fresh est, strongest and most vigorous body. Ericsson as alive with work and in vention as ever at eighty-four; Glad stone in his seventies running England; De Lessees canaling and over seventy ; Victor Hugo hale aud hearty at eighty or thereabouts; Peter Cooper unflag ging iu mental vigor up to his last mo ment, when over ninety ; Beecher more powerful than ever and has long passed his three score—do not these point to greater future knowledge on this sub ject. No need of a man or woman giving up and settling into old age and old ways and becoming "old folks" if the wear and tear of life has carved a few lines on their faces or whitened a few hairs. It's the giving up business that starts them on the down grade fast, stdbps the shoulders,weakens the knees and ages the face. What a mau or wo man think of themselves inside that they soon become and show outside. Some day not far hence a reputed very wise man will come to the front and show to the world what some al ready know, to wit: That thought is a substance, with possibilities concern ing not mere longevity, but the full re tention, if not increase of snap, vigor, vitality in brain and body up to date. Is everything learned about every thing yet ? If one fourth the attention was paid to the study of making strong er bodies and clearer brains that is now given to making money, wouldn't new truths and "big points" soon crop out somewhere ? Is the human race at the end of its tether in the getting of knowl edge ? Make up your mind to keep fresh. To "make up"your mind will from time to time, and all the time, keep bringing you new ways and means for keeping fiesh. Don't lire over much iD recol lection of old times, old associations. That's liying in your back brain.That's looking back all the time. Bad prac tice. Mrs. Lot looked back. Keep fresh. Look forward. Just as good times in the future as iu the past- Better. Sun's as bright to-day as forty years ago. Read Paul, "Forget the things that are behind, and press for ward to those that are before." Look ing always back is old thought. O. T. makes you old. Eat, live, fresh food. Fresh eggt, fresh vegetables, fresh food. Get life in it. Transfers such life to you. No economy in your provision because its cheap. Puts lead in you instead of life. Poisons your blood instead of enriching Makes your brain dull. Injures your purse. Bounce salted foods. Can't cheat youi stomach that way. Fills up. Maiuly with dyspepsia or some form of scurvy. Live in the present and in all that's going on that you.can take in, and also eaough in the future to see what's com ing. Don't cut off your lives with young peop'e. Don't think you must keep the company of old patterers [who haye j stopped growing and are dead but don't know it] just because they were born the same year with you. What's ex perience and wisdom good for if out of it you can't make yourself good com pany for a man or woman half or even one third your age ? Wash off your dead skin often. Dead skin is part of your own corpse clinging .to you. Body's done its part in throw- I ng off dead matter through the pores. NO. 20. ;NBWSPAPHR LAWS If subscribers order the discontinuation of newspapers. Hie publishers may contim.e to send riirrn ufjtM all afreampes are paid. If subscribers reTose or neglect to take their newspapers front tl>e ofltoe to which they are sent tliey are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them discontinued. If subscribers move to other places withoutin fortune* the putdtslier, hnd the newspapers are sent to tin; former place, they are responsible. ADVERTISINGBATES. t 1 wk. 1 mrt. 1 3 mos. 6 mos. 1 yea 1 square *2OO M<"H fftOO S6OO $8 00 2 •• J 700 1000 15.00 *OO 1006 f " 1000 1500 1 2500 45 00 . 7fr< One inch makes a square. Administrators and Executors' Notices S2AO. Transient adver tisements and locals 10 cents per Itne for first insertion and 5 cen to per Hoe 'or each adcMtlour ai;iiiseitlon ™ ~ Calls on you to do the off. Clogged pores, rio draft for life's furnace. Life's lire there smoulders. Hence you feel dull, sluggish,old. Skin breathes as well as lungs—or would if it could. One half the wor'd's skins but half work. Result loss of snap. Don't keep old things around. Live iu the new as much as you can. New houses, new clothes and among the kind people that are newer every time you see them. Don't keep old clothes after you'ye worn all the life out of them.* They 'rejfull of your old emana tions. Full, in fact, of your deadnetu. Fact for future philosopher to build brilliant reputation on. Fact to-day, nevertheless. New clothes bring their own new life. Can't afford 'em f Makes no differ ence as to result if you can't. Even snakes have more sense than to /crawl back into their old dead skins. But serpents are wise, if they can't wear high-heeled shoes. No snake will wear I his coat oyer a year. Some men wear theirs a dozen—for economy's sake. Don't hurry about anything. Haste makes more waste of life's force than most ef us dream of. Half our brain softening, paralysis, general debility comes of trying to do from one to four things at once. Trying to make thg body do one thing while half or more 6f the mind is on another. Mind means force. Mind, thought and strength means the same thing. If a poet cuts down a tree the strength he pats in the ax might have written a poem. But he can't write the poem and cut the tree down together. One thing at a time. Don't hurry for anything of anybody. • Let the boat go to thunder, the world to smash and the cars to the—off the track before you run for any of 'em. Better be left a dozen times than train yourself to be always in a hurry. One third, at least,of our grown-up children are trainedjto the habit of hurry.Hope less cases. Can't get out of it. Too late. Thinking of what's next to be done while trying to* Jo what should now be done from morning till night. Pulling on pantaloons and thinking business, eating breakfast and thinking business, walking and hunying to business. Awful waste of force there ate for, slept for and paid for. Think an oratof could make a speech and turn a grindstone at the same time? Steam turned on two machines wheu there's hardly power for one. Result: poor speech, poorly turned grindstone, debilitated orator and old age at fifty. Don't knuckle to the old fogy, male, female, who tells you that because things liaye been so and so in tlte past, so must they ever be just so in all fu ture. Nonsence. Same sort said ame thing to Columbus, to Fulton, to Morse, to everybody who bad a new idea. Bounce anybody who says "it can't be." Impossiblity of to-day turns out possibility of to-morrow. People to-day average longer lives and fresher lives at sixty than they did forty years ago. Cause, more sense. Belter care of bodies. Hundred years hence, if not sooner, some will be in their prime at eighty. Nothing wonderful. Just lies in knowing how to make new bone, new fiesh, newf nery© and new mind. Get up and keep up as many new in terests as you can. Learn to do new things with your hands as well as your head. Every new interest is a new grip on life. New occupations bring new thought. New' thought is new life. "NAWS" keeps baif the people now from stagnating. Commence a new trade, a new start, a new study at fif ty or sixty. Yes, if you have time and taste for it. It's a tonic. Many a rich inyalid would get well if he'd appren tice himself to a blacksmith or a carp enter for two hours a day. llalfthe old boys and girls are asham ed to begin learning anything new; a shamed to show awkwardness of begin ner to younger people,* want to keep up bogus dignity. Humbug. All outside,* nothing pretentious|know-next-to-noth ings. Say you: "But I'm too hard pressed to make a living for self and family to commence any new ways at my time of life." Sorry for you. Result the same. Nature says, "Go tnis way." Nature says, "Go that." Nature says, "Rest and recuperate." Business, necessity, circumstance says, "Work and grow weaker." Well? PRENTICE MILFORD. A Galveston female school teacher was oil yery intimate terms with the male teacher in the same school. He was in the habit of strolling into her room during the recess, and chatting with the object of his affections. His name was Smith. One day the lady teacher endeavored to make the class comprehend the omni presence of God. She explained to them that God was everywhere. 'Now, my dear children, suppose you all go out of this room, except myself, aud I stay in here. Am I alone ?' ask ed the female teacher. 'No,' exclaimed one of the little girls, 'Mr. Smith will be with you.' —'A stitch in time" often saves con sumption. Down's Elixir used in time saves life.
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