Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, June 18, 1885, Image 1

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    The Millheim Journal,
Office in the New Journal Building,
l'enn St., near 11 art man's foundry.
Acceptable Correspondence Solicited
Address letters to MILLHEIM JOURNAL.
Madison burg, Pa.
Practical Dentist,
Office opposite the Methodist Church.
D. 11. MINGLE,
Physician & Surgeon
Offiice on Main Street.
Physieian & Surgeon,
Office opposite the Public School House.
Physieian & Surgeon,
Office opposite the hotel. Professional calls
promptly answered at all hours.
J)R. W. P. ARD,
Physieian & Surgeon,
Journal office, Penn at., Millheim, Pa.
Deeds and other legal papers written and
acknowledged at moderate charges.
Fashionable Barber,
Havinq had many years' of experience.
the public can expect the best wi and
most modem accommodations.
Shop 2 doors west Millheim Banking House,
Fashionable Barber,
Corner Main & North streets, 2nd floor,
Millheim, Fa.
Shaving, Haircut ting, Shampooning,
Dying, Sec. done in the most satisfac
tory manner.
Jno.H. Orris. C. M. Bower. Ellis! L. Orvls.
Office in Woodings Building.
D. H. Hastings. W. F. Reeder |
Office on Allegheny Street, two doers east of
the office ocupied by the late Arm of Yocum A
Hastings. ________
At the Office of Ex-Judge Hoy.
Practices in all the courts of Centre county
Special attention to Collections. Consultations
in German or English. _______
A Beaver. " J. W. Gepbart.
Office on Alleghany Street. North of HighStree
Good SamrVe Room on First Floor. Free
Buss to and from all trains. Special rates to
witnesses and Jurors.
an hawlv r©flittccl und rcfuruishsd*
errthtal dffi make gueets comtortable.
Hatesmoderate. Patronage respectfully soUcl
ils fpllfwitw §vimiL
R. A. BUMILLER, Editor.
VOL. 59.
p 11. MUSSKR,
Wntches, Clocks, Jewelry, &c.
All work neatly and promptly Exe
Shop on Main Street,
Millheim, Pa.
9th St.South of Chestnut,
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
fiom 50cts to $3.00 per day. Remodel
ed and newly furnished.
401y Owner & Proprietor.
Mr. I. E. Couldren
hereby respectfully Informs the public that he
Is now prepared to do all kind of
Tailoring Work
from an OVERALL to a fine BUIT or OVER
COAT. He is a mechanic of many year's ex
perience and guarantees satisfactory work. He
has opened his shop in Brown's building', oppo
site Campbell's store. Main street, where be
will be glad to receive the patronage of the
public A line of sar pies constantly kept in
stock Recpectf lly,
Musser House.
Millheim, ------ Penna.
Two miles from Coburn Station on L. & T. R. R.
Fine Trout Fishing and Hunting within sight
of town. Healthy locality and fine moun
tain sceneries. The celebrated PKNNS VAL
LEY CAVES but five miles distant. The |fluest
drives in the state.
BUGGIES for the use of summer boarders.
DoaUe and Smile Booms,
newly furnished, for famlles with children, on
second and third floors.
Bus to all Trains.
W. S. Musser, Prop'r.
16-lv Millhelra, Centre Co., Pa.
east of the new Kv. church, Penn St.,
Millheim, Pa.
Contractors, - Builders,
Doors, Sash, Shutters,
Blinds, Brackets, Flooring
All kinds of Siding.
Having our'own planing mill,it will be to the
advantage of those intending to build to con
sult us. .... - -
made on all kinds or
buildings. Plans and Specifications
furnished on application, with est
imates of cost. 18-ly
The MOST goods for the
LEAST money
i AT
No- 32 Main Street
Millheim, Pa.
Headquarters for Gro
ceries, Provisions, Con
fectioneries. Tobacco and
Cigars, &c.
• Remember we do a strict
cash business and sell at close margins.
Finding a Home.
"1 lull you what 'tis Henrietta, I'm
a-goin' to speak my mind fur onco in
my life, if I never speak ng'in," an
nounced Miss Matilda Fennil, as alio
briskly bit oIT the thread witli which
she was basting a flounce ou a skirt of
pearl gray cloth.
Miss Matilda looked as severely In
dignant as was compatible with her
plump, mild face, which was still fair
to look upon in spite of her "thirty
odd" years ; while her sister-in law,
Mrs. Henrietta, looked supremely in
different to whatever she might have
to say.
Mrs. Fennil was quite the anlipode
of her sister-hi-law, being a showy
brunette, with eyes that could look de
murely coquettish, or spitefully scorn
ful, according to her mood.
"You're a-doin' wrong, Henrietta,
an' you know it," went on Miss Matil
da, "a-takin' up with this here strang
er man, an' acshilly goin' to marry
him, when you've been promised—an'
you know you have—to Nat Norroway
fur the last two years."
"Oh, indeed !" sniffed the widow.
"Mebbe you kin console Nat yourself,
seem' you're so anxious to take up fur
"It's a burning shame so 'tis," con
tinued Miss Matilda, without noticing
the interruption. "An' him way off
in Maine, or Floridy, or some o' them
Western SUtes, where there's Indians
and bears, a-diggiu' an' a-delvin' in the
mines, to git money enough to marry
you. You'd orter be ashamed !"
"Indians an' bears ! a-diggin' an'
delyiu'—te-he 1" tittered Mrs. Fennil,
aggravatingly. "Thank you, Tilda. I
aiu't a-goin' to marry an Indian—nor
a bear, neither !"j
"Now you know I uever said nothin'
of the kind," protested Tilda, indig
nantly. "I said Nat was a-diggm' in
the mines, an' so he is ; an' here you're
a goiu'to marry this Mr. What'a-his
"His name is Mr. Theocrastus Belle
ville," snapped the widow, tartly ; an'
if you ve gat any more to jay agi'n
him, you kin go some'rs else to say it '
This is my house, an' if you don't like
my doin's, you needn't stay under my
ruff another day longer. I've give you
a home here ever sence Joe died, an' I
ain't a-goin' to put up with no preach
in' from you I"
"I've done my sheer o' the work,
Henrietta," said Miss Tilda, mildly,
while a suspicion of tears started in
her gray eyes, "an' I think I've earned
my vittles and clothes ; but if you
don't want me any longer, I kin go."
"Y'ojti'd have to go sooner or later,
anyhow," said the widow, slightly mob
ified by her sister-in-law's pacific tones.
"Tain't no ways likely Theocrastus
would want to be saddled with a poor
relation at the very start. As for mar
ryin' him, I'm a-doin' the best I kin
for myself. He's just bought the ni
cest house in town, an' furnished it
complete, from garret to suller : and
I alius did want to live in town.
'TaiD't no ways likely Nat'll ever make
a forcbin' out in the mines, anyhow.
An' as I said before, when I marry
Theocrastus, you'll hey to find another
home ; an' you might well be a-look
in' out fur it now."
Miss Matilda finished sewing the
flounce on the pearl- gray cloth, which
was to be the widow's wedding-dress
and then betook herself to her own
room to have a good cry, and think o
ver her future prospects.
Finding another home was easier
said than done, and Miss Matilda was
naturally of a timid, retiring disposi
tion, notwithstanding the bold manner
in which she had "spoken her mind"
on the present occasion.
But she was not to be left long to her
own meditations, for Mrs. Henrietta
Fennil was not above asking a favor of
her sister-in-law, though she had as
good as turned her out of the house
half an hour before.
"I want you to go with me to see the
house, Tilda," she explained, tripping
into the room, in her test dress and a
hat bristling with ostrich plumes.
"Theocrastus wanted me to meet him
and look over it, to see if it suits me ;
and to go alone."
And Miss Matilda obligingly donned
her black-and-white shawl and her old
fashioned hat, and accompanied her
sister-in-law on her tour of inspection.
Mr. Theocrastus Belleville was a
newcomer in the little village of Crab
Orchard, but his recent purchase of a
handsome house and his apparently
ample supply of money, were sufficient
passports to the widow's favor, and the
wooing sped on rapidly.
The house was a substantial brick,
handsomely finished, with velvet hang
ings, a dado, hand-painted panels and
The floors were covered with cush
iony carpets, the windows hung with
handsome curtain, the mantles covered
with velvet lambrequins
Mrs. Fennil was quite satisfied.
"And now the cage is ready, when
can I claim the bird V" whispered
Thoocratus, tenderly, to the widow,
while Miss Matilda sat at the further
end of the room, looking forlornly out
of the window. "Why not right away
—to-morrow V" persisted the nuxious
The widow looked modestly reluct
ant, but finally allowed herself to be
persuaded, and the morrow was set for
the wedding-day, when suddenly the
hall-door was thrown open, and Nat
Norroway strode imperiously into the
The widow uttered a little scream,
and clung to the arm of her lover, who
looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Nat stared c oldly at them for a mo
"So it Is true, Slippery Bill," he said
at last. "And you have betrayed my
trust and stolen my promised wife. I
wish you joy of your prize," he added,
"What do you mean, Mr. Norro
way ?" cried the widow, ia alarm.
"This gentleman is Mr. Theocrastus
Belleville. And what do you mean by
coming into bis house in this way ?"
"Mr. Theocrastus Belleville—aud his
house ?" retorted Nat, contemptuously.
"This gentleman, as you call him, is
Mr. William Suggs alias Slippery Bill,
and this house is mine. I employed
him as my agent to purchase it for me
before I was aware of his real chaiac
The widow dropped her suitor's arm,
and sank on a velvet covered sofa in
strong hysterics.
Miss Matilda rushed to her assist
ance, while the quandam Theocrastus
took advantage of the confusion and
stole iguominously away.
Under pretense of owning the house
himself, he had sought to marry the
widow, who was known to possess a
snug sum of money herself.
******* *
"I'm glad Nat has forgave me at
last, an' sort o' settled like he
meant to stay,"mused Mrs.Fennil to her
self, a few weeks later. "But I must
git rid of Tilda. It's a little trouble
some to have her around every time
he comes."
And she took the Grst opportunity
to speak to her sister-in-law on the sub
"I thought you was a*agoin' to look
fur another home, Tilda," "she began.
"Hev you found one yet ?"
"Y-yes," said Mis 3 Matilda, hesitat
ingly. "But "
"Why don't you go to it, then ?"
cried Mrs. Fennil, sharply, "1 don't
need you any more ; an' if I marry
Nat, as I s'pose I thill, he won't be
likely to want you around."
"Oh, Henrietta 1" cried Miss Matil
da, turning very red. "I—l didn't
like to tell you, but Nat has asked me
to marry him, and—"
Bang I went the door. The widow
had fled to her own ; and, much dis
tressed, yet with a thrill of happiness
at her heart, Miss Matilda made the
simple preyarations for her wedding.
There was a quiet ceremony that
evening at the little country parsonage
—no wedding-feasts, nor presents, nor
invited guests. But the newly-marri
ed couple who issued therefrom felt a
serene contentment with their lot.
And Miss Matilda had found her
Plain Words on Business.
Samuel G. Scott, in his address on
"Plain Talks to Young Men" in Asso
ciation Hall, Phila., recently, the fol
lowing are a few of the particular apt
sentences :
"The entrance into business is a mo
mentous event in the life of a youth.
"The applications for positions are
so numerous that a man is compelled
to take, not what he chooses, but what
he can get."
"There are two things he should be
willing to do : to work, and to make
small wages at first."
"Happy is the youth who intends to
succeed, who is ready to pick up the
loose ends of knowledge."
"What a temptation there is to mis
represent in business ! How many lies
there are even in labels !"
"I tell you there is such a thing as
commercial morality."
"From the moment that a man is
honest because it is the 'best policy,' he
becomes dishonest."
"In speculations it is not the one
who puts up the money who wins in
the long run. It is the broker. Keep
away from the depositing of margins if
you would avoid misery."
".Don't aim to be rich. Aim to be
right. Stick to that which is right,
pure and honest."
"Remember that you have no certain
lease on life, and make the most of the
time you have while you may."
Firmness of Senator Wilson.
Senator Henry Wilson was a self
controlled as well as a self-made man.
He left his New Hampshire home
early in life and changed his name, in
order to get out from under the bale
ful shadow of intemperance. He be
gan 011 the lowest round of the social
ladder, and climbed up rung by rung,
until ho became a political power in
the nation.
The first step he took in the ascent
placed him on the pledge never to
drink intoxicating liquors. The sec
ond step made him an industrious la
borer, and the third a diligent reader.
He was sent to Washington to car
ry a petition against the admission of
Texas into the Union. John Quincy
Adams asked him to a dinner party,
where he met some of the great men
of the nation. lie was asked to drink
wine. The temptation to lay aside
his teniperanco principles for a mo
ment, in order not to scorn singular,
was a strong one. But he resisted it
and declined the glass of wine. Mr.
Adams commended him for his ad
herence to his convictions
After Mr.Wilson was elected to the
United States Senate, he gave his
friends a dinner at a noted Boston ho
tel. The table was set with not even
a wine glass upon it.
'Where are the wine glasses ?' ask- -
ed several,loud enough to remind their
host that some of his guests did not
like sitting down to a wineless dinner.
'Gentlemen,' said Mr. Wilson, ris
ing and speaking with a good deal of
feeling, 'you know my friendship for
vou and my obligations to you. Great
as they are,they are not great enough
to make me torget 'the rock whence I
was hewn and the pit, whence I was
dug.' Some of you know how the
curse of intemperance overshadowed
my youth. That I might escape I
fled from my early surroundings and
also changed my name. For what I
am, I am indebted, under God, to my
temperance vow and my adherence to
it. Call for what you want to eat,
and if this hotel can provide it,it shall
be forthcoming. But wines and
lhjuors cannot come to this table with
my consent, because I will not spread
in the path of another the snare from
which I escaped.
Three rousing cheers showed the
brave Senator that men admired the
man who had the courage to live up
to his convictions.
"Lord Timothy Dexter."
As illustrating the diversity of opin
ion among critics as to proper methods
of punctuation,the atorv has often been
told of an author who wrote his book
and had it printed without punctua
tion, and then supplied a page at the
close with punctuation marks for each
reader to use according to. his own
taste. A few particulars about this
rare book may interest our readers.
This curious production is evidently
the work of a man who in our day
would be known as a crank, though he
was of sufficient prominence to have a
place in "Drake's Dictionary of Amer
ican Biography." He was a New En
gender by the name of Timothy Dex
ter, and the notice of him in the Bio
graphical Dictionary is as follows :
"Timothy Dexter, known as 'Lord
Timothy,' remarkable for his eccen
tricity, was born at Maiden, Jan. 22,
1747, and died at Newburyport, Oct.
22, 1800. He rose from poverty to
affluence, possessed much acuteness,
and was honest in his dealings, but
lacked kind of prudence which so
frequently hides bad and sets off good
qualities. By his desire to appear in
print he frequently exposed his ignor
ance. His vanity was exhibited by his
assuming the title of 'Lord.' He built
a house at Newburyport—adorned with
16 wooden statues," etc.
The title of the curious book is "A
Pickle for the Knowing Ones, "by Lord
Timothy Dexter, with an Introductory
Preface, by a Distinguished Citizen of
"Auld Newberry." The copy in hand
was printed In Newburyport by Blanch -
ard & Sargent in 1848, and is the fourth
The picture of "Lord" Timothy Dex
ter and his dogs the outline of his
house, with its wooden statues, are as
amusing as the literature of the book
itself. The spelling is as bad as that
of Artemus Ward or of Josh Billings,
and the last page is filled with commas,
semicolons, interrogation marks, and
the like. An accompanying note says:
"To avoid dispute all the punctua
tion marks in this immortal work are
printed on one page at the end, so that
j the reader can pepper his dish to suit
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
[A Story of ti lticli Mine.
A Miner who Waited Twenty
Years for a Buyer.
And Then Sold a Fivt -Sixths Inter
est in His Claim for $1,600,000.
Recently there arrived at the Giltnan
hotel in this city, says the Portland
(Ore.) News, a plainly or rather poorly
dressed, cadaverous-looking man, a
bout . r >o years of age, who took a $1
room. Soon thereafter it was whisp
ered that the new arrival was Thomas
Cruse,the man wlu had sold the Drum
Lummond mine, in Montana, for SL,-
000,000. Half of this amount is said
to be deposited in the First national
bauk in this city, and the other half in
a Montana bank.
It was noticed during the million -
air's presence in the house that he
spent no money that he could possibly
avoid. On Sunday be a3ked where the
catholic church was, instead of hiring
a carriage and traveling as becomes a
man of so much wealth, he trudged on
foot to the church and back. On Tues
day he left for his home in Montana.
Yesterday a gentleman was met who
knew Mr. Cruse well, and he said :
"Yes, I am well acquainted with him.
For the past twenty-five years he has
been a prospector in Montana and Ida
ho, and his present wealth is due to
the fact that he is one of those fellows
that get hold and never let go.'
"Why, It's twenty years since he
struck the mine that he sold lor more
than a million and a half. In order to
develop it he would work for a while
for others to obtain a stake for grub,
tools, and powder. Then he would
put in his time on the mine until his
funds were exhausted."
"Fiually he struck pay dirt, and his
enthusiasm knew no bouuds, and for
three or four years before he sold out
he made a living out of it. How ?
Why, by extracting a few hundred
pounds of ore and taking it to his cab-
In and reducing it to a pulp in a mor
tar and washing it out in a bread-pan.
You see the mine, although rich, could
not be properly deyeloped without cap
"Being of a secretive disposition, ho
had a door at the entrance of his hid
den treasure which he kept locked at
all times, and the miners used to call
the place 'Cruse's prison.' "
"The story of the great richness of
the mine spread far and wide, and big
offers were made for it. Among those
who made an offer for the mine was
Mackay, of bonanza fame, but the har
dy prospector knew full well the value
of his find, and would not sell until he
got figure. Cruse was a stayer from a
way back, and don't you forget it.
Had it been me I would have sold out
long ngo."
"Finally an English syndicate com
menced to angle with the lucky pro
spector, and at one time negotiations
reached such a stage that the papers
were drawn up and read to Cruse, who
was also represented by his attorney.
A clause in the agreement was read by
which the purchasers could buy the one
sixth interest he retained, should they
so desire. This jarred on the old man's
ear like a false note to au orchestra
"I want that stricken out, and I'll
give you iust five minutes to do so. If
you don't the jig is up," sententiously
said the man who had waited twenty
years for a purchaser.
"Well, but that's a mere formality,
and it's not likely the company will
want to freeze yon out," said the rep
resentative of English capital. This
sort of expostulotion was kept UDtil the
hands of the clock marked the expira
tion of the five fateful minutes.
"The jig's up," slowly and sternly
said Cruse. •
"And indeed it was, and the failure
to accede to the request made by Cruse
cost SIOO,OOO extra, and it was severa
months before he resumed negotiations-
Had the clause been stricken out tiye
sixths of the mine could have been pur
chased for $1,500,000, but when the ne"
gotiations were resumed $1,600,000 was
asked and receiyed for five-sixths of the
Drum Lummond mine."
The mine is situated about three miles
from .Butte City, M. T.,and is probably
the richest gold-producing mine in the
bhakespeare Versus Hash.
U I tell you sir," said an eloquent
boarder, referriug to Shakespeare,"that
man has left his impress upon the
thoughts of the world,and his influence
will reach to the remotest prosterity.
When we come under the influence of
his genius we no longer grovel in the
dust, thinking only of bread and but
ter, but we—" Just then the dinner
bell rang, and he fell over a chair in
his mad haste to get at the provender
and at the next moment he was eating
soup at the rate of a quart a minute.
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Remarkable Presence of Mind.
There were half a dozen old fellows
sitting on a bench in a public park
talking upon various subjects, and fin
ally they began to tell stories as to
wonderful feats and presence of mind
they had witnessed. One old gentle
man told of the building of a mill in
York State, where a number ot up
right posts had to be put in about six
feet of water, with the end resting on
the rocky bottom. In lowering one
of these pestl, the end became entan
gled in the coat tail of a man in a
boat, who was steadying it, and took
him to the bottom; but before he could
get untangled, he was pinned last un
der nearly six feet of water.
'With wonderful presence of mind,'
said the story teller, 'he slipped out of
his coat and came up. His coat re
mained under the post.'
A lean,lank-looking fellow had been
listening came up, saying :
'That's a remarkable incident, but
nothing to what I saw in Milwaukee
Bay about thirty years ago.'
'What was it ? Tell 1* exclaimed
all the party at once.
'I was out in a boat with a friend.
We had started out for a fish, and had
taken our guns along to shoot ducks,
if any should happen along,which was
a common thing in those days. Well,
we hadn't been there long before I, in
some way, lost my powder-horn over
board, and it sunk in thirty feet of
water. There it lay on the bottom
in plain sight My friend said he
would dive for it I tried to persuade
him not to, but he was determined. I
noticed he didn't take off his powder
horn, and before I could call attention
to it he was in the water. I waited
about twenty minutes— *
'Twenty minutes !' they all exclaim
'That's the exact time, my friends.
I held my watch in my hand, and
timed him. After twenty minutes I
began to get a little nervous, and I
looked over the boat; and what do you
think I saw ?'
*1 suppose your friend laid on the
bottom of the lake drowned,' ventured
'No; you are wrong. Here is where
he showed his presence of mind and
dirty, thieving disposition. There he
sat on the bottom of the lake, pour-
powder out of my horn into
his own and whistling. That's what
I consider a remarkable incident of a
man's presence of mind.'
No reply was made by any of his
listeners, but each one quietly got up,
looking suspiciously at the story tell
er, and left him alone, master of the
Where the Old Shoes go To.
It has long been known by many per
sons what become of the old tin cans
which are picked up throughout the
city and carried away in wagons, but it
has on'y recently been discovered to
what use the old shoes are put. Occas
ionally wagons go through tho city,and •
return toward New York heavily laaen
with old shoes ana boots—those that
haye been thrown away as worthless.
It is quite an industry in New York,
gathering these, and they are said to be
worth five cents each. The foreman of
a wall paper factory in the city men
tioned says that different prices are
paid for different grades of leather, and
that a pair of calfskin boots will bring
fifteen cents. The boots and sboes are
first soaked in several waters to get the
dirt off them. Then the nails and
threads are removed and the leather is
ground into a fine pulp ready for use.
The embossed leather paperings which
have come into fashion lately, as well
as the stamped leather fire screens, are
realy nothing but thick paper covered
with a layer of this fine pressed leather
pulp. The foreman of the factory to
which the reference is made says that
the finer the quality of the leather the
better it takes the bronze and old gold
and other expensive colors in the de
signs painted on them. Fashionable
people think they are going way back
to mediaeval times when they have the
walls of their libraries and dining rooms
coyered with embossed leather. Tbey
don't know that the shoes and boots
which their neighbors threw into the
ash-barrel a month before form the
beautiful material on their walls and
on the screens which protect their eyes
from the fire. Many other trades use
old shoes and boots, aDd the tops of
carriages are largely made of them,
ground up and pressed into sheets.
Book-binders use them in making the
cheaper foruis ot leather'bindings, and
the new style of leather frames with
leather mats in them are entirely made
of the cast-off covering of the feet.
There is very little wasted in this