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VOL. 59.
WHAT IS A GENTLEMAN ?
What is a gentleman ? Is it a thing
Decked with a scarf pin,a chain,and a ring,
Drcsaedjn a suit of immaculate style.
Sporting an eye-glass, a lisp, and a smile ?
Talking of operas concerts and balls,
Evening assemblies and afternoon calls,
Sunning himself at "At Homes" and ba*ars
Whistling mazurkas, and smoklnn cigars?
What Is a geutleman ? Say, is It one
Boasting of conquests aud deeds he lias done?
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.
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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.