The Milllieiui Journal, PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY BY R. A. BUMILLER. Office in the New Journal Building, Penn St., near Hartman's foundry. SI.OO PER, ANNUM, IN ADVANCE, OR $1.26 IP NOT PAID IN ADVANCE. Acceptable Correspondence Solicited Address letters to MILUIEIM JOURNAL. BUSINESS CARDS. HARTER, Auctioneer, MILLHEIM, PA. y B. STOYEBT Auctioneer, Madisouburg, Pa. -yy H.RKIFSNYDER, Auctioneer, MILLHEIM, PA. JOHN F. IIARTER, Practical Dentist, Office opposite the Methodist Church. MAIN STREET, MILLHEIM PA. JQU. D. U. MINGLE, Physician & Surgeon Offlic on Main Street. MILLHEIM, PA. GEO. L. LEE, Physician & Surgeon, MADISON BURG, PA. Office opposite the Public School House. GEO. S. FRANK, Physician & Surgeon, REBERSBURO, PA. Office opposite the hotel. Professional calls promptly answered at all hours. J)R. W. P. ARD, Physician & Surgeon, WOODWARD, PA. "P> O. DEININGER, Notary-Public, Journal office, Penn st., Millheim, Pa. and other legal papers written and acknowledged at moderate charges. j J. SPRINGER,? | Fashionable Barber, Havinq had many years' of experience, the public can expect the best work and most modern accommodations. Bbop 2 doors west Millheim Banking House, MAIN STREET, MILLHEIM, PA. L. SPRINGER, Fashionable Barber, Corner Main & North streets, 2nd floor, Millheim, Pa. Shaving, Haircutting, Shampooning, Dying, &c. done in the most satisfac tory manner. Jno.H. Orris. O. M. Bower. Ellis!L.Orris. QBVIS, BOWER & OR VIS, Attorneys-at-Law, BELLEFONTE, PA., Office ia Woodjngs Building. D. H. Hastings. W. F. Reeder JJASTINGS & REEDER, Attornejs-at-Law, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street, two doers east of the office ocupied by the late firm of Yocum A Hastings. _____ J C. MEYER, Attorney-at-Law, BELLEFONTE, PA. At the Office of Ex-Judge Hoy. C. HEINLE, Attorney-at-Law BELLEFONTE, PA. Practices In all the courts of Centre county Special attention to Collections. Consultations in German or English. . A.Beaver. J. W.Gephart. "GEAVER & GEPHART, Attorneys-at-Law, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Alleshany Street, North of High Btree ■GROCKERHOFF HOUSE, ALLEGHENY ST., BELLEFONTE, PA. C, G. McMILLEN, PROPRIETOR. Good Samiv'e Room on First Floor. Free Buss to and from all tralue. Special rates to witnesses and Jurors. QUMMINS HOUSE, BISHOP STREET, BELLEFONTE, PA., EMANUEL BROWN, PROPRIETOR House newly refitted and refurnished. Ev erything done to make guests comfoi table. Ratesmoderaf* tronage respectfully solicP ■lie BUtotni journal. R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 59. The Bug Man. The proverbial straw had broken the metaphorical camel's back. The pati ence of Charlotte Brautome, usually equal to the exigencies of the occasion, was exhausted. The twins, as a mat ter of course, were the culprits. They, however, with the complacency natur al to boys of six or thereabouts, were indifferent to the tempest of despair which raged within their sister's breast. They had considerately refrained from adding deceit to the guilt, but had con fessed, fully and unreservedly,to rilling the canary's nest, to tearing a jacket, and 1-ising a hat down the well, t) eat ing the strawberries that were saved for supper, and to catching their most faithful hen with a fish-hook. The fish-hook represented the straw ; Char lotte the camel. She could have borne anything better than downright cruel ty developed so early in one of her own blood. She never was a boy. "And a man was here," said Popsey. "A big man," volunteered Wopsev, the other twin. "And ' e asked us a bout everything,and we said our moth er wasn't very well and our si3ter was an old maid school ma'am." Charlotte winced. Where had he picked up that expression ? Aud had it come to that ? "You must not talk to strange men about mother or me. What did he want ?" "He wanted to see you." "Me ?" Visions of tramps, of spy ing burglars, only they had nothing to "burgle," as Popsey had said one day, came into her mind. "How did he look ?" "He was beautiful." "lie was dread ful," said the twins in duet. Further questioning dieted these facts : He was young ; he was old ; he was short ; he was tali ; he wore spectaclis ; he wore a mustache, and was a bug-man. In the last and crowning fact the boys agreed. Practice had made Miss lirantome a tolerable clairvoyant, so far as reading j those two small minds was concerned. I She jumped at the conclusion that some wandering naturalist chasing au elusive bug had chanced that way, aud gave the subject no more attention. She had other things to thinE of than "bug-men" or any men, and the prob lem of how to provide a new hat for Wopsey and how to instil remorse into the hearts of her charges drove other thoughts away. Sitting down on the low door-step of the house that bad been home to her for six and twenty years, she tried to reason it out. The sun was yet high, the days were at their longest. Behind her flowed the tireless river ; in front of her across the prairie, the hills were green. In the field of rye oyer the way gleamed a white wooden cross. Her grandfather, in whose veins flowed some of the blue blood of France, had bought a home in ttiis western country when the remnaut of an Indian tribe had still property to sell. The deed of sale provided for the preservation of iheir little burying-ground. The grain grew thick around, but the tiny village of the dead was never disturbed by spade 01 plough. Old Pierre, however, hacf never pros pered. Neither did Pierre the younger; and one night, when riding home, his horse shied in the moonlight and threw him with his head against a stone ; he left BO legacy but the home- stead and a debt to his wife and children. There was a gap of twenty years between Charlotte and tne twin babies, and she really had a third infant on h'er hands, for her mother was nothing more use ful than that after her husband's death She was not feeble-minded exactly, but painfully gentle—strange and unac countable. Charlotte shouldered her burdens with A brave heart. Her French ac cent—for Grandfather Brantome's blood had never filtered through Canada —brought her employment in a school town near by. The long walks back and forth kept the roses blooming in her cheeks, the boys were good—some times—and she, being busy,was happy. It requires leisure to be successfully miserable. The burying-ground tvpihed to her the "daily martyrdom of private life." And now, looking at it, her heart grew light. The new hat would cost but a trifle. Surely there were more straw berries ripe in the gardeu, the canary would lay more t ggs, the jacket could be mended, and old Speckle had prov ed superior to the flsh hook. But what could the boys be screaming about ? "The bug man ! the bug-man I" they were shouting,trotting toward her with all their might on their little feet. It was certainly strange. Why should a stranger call twice ? That he should come once was not surprising— but twice ? "We showed him your photograph," said Popsey, "and he said you didn't look like an old maid a bit. " MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 1885. "And lie sal<l," went on the other teirible infant without a pause, "wasn't we proud to-have such a sister; he wished he had, and then ho had such a lot of bugs ho puts them to sleep with medicine and sticks pins through 'em, and he has a gold watch and he let us wind it up, and we told him to come again somo more and here he is ?" Charlotte was speechless, but in seme way she found herself rising to her feet to greet a gentleman who was taking off his hat to her ami bowing with a grace which even Grandfather Bran tome would have approved. "Miss lirantome, I believe." She acquiesced in silence. "1 am gathering materials for an his torical work, and was directed to you for information concerning the antiqui ties of this region. And I might as well say now that I have references and all that sort of thing." "Then you are not—" She stopped ; he smiled. "No, lam not exactly a bug man, as these little fellows have called me, although I must plead guilty to a slight leaning in that direction. Y"et just now I would joyfully part with the biggest bugs of my collection if in ex change I might examine your grand father's papers." lie was so gracefully genial that one could no more be absurdly dignified with him than with the golden robin singing on the Indian cross. "Will you walk in ?" "I will sit out here instead if you will permit me to do so." So Popsey and Wopsey dragged a chair and then stood motionless and wonder-eyed listening to the talk of discovery and adventure. They did not understand it very well "until the conversation turned to Indian lore. Indians and bears they could compre hend. Then the mother, attracted by a strange voice, drew near the door in her mel tncholy, waveriDg way. "The postmaster's wife thought that La Salle was an Indian chief," Char lotte was saying, "and she had heard of Father Marquette,but supposed him the priest down at La Paz." "I met a woman the other day who thought a herbarium was a bug," re marked Mr. Duncan. Then they laughed. But everything comes to an end. The boys began a dumb show behind the stranger's back to indicate to their sister that they were perishing for huu ger ; so she let the conversation lag in order to end the call. "Come to-morrow and see the papers if you like," she said. "It will be Sat urday, and I shall be at home to answer questions." lie thanked her and withdrew jump ing over the rail lence which skirted the held of rye, in order to get a nearer view of the cross, on which not one, but a dozen, golden robins were hold ing a vesper conclave. And the tea kettle was soon singing in the Bran tome kitchen a song as gay as that of the robio9, and Charlotte was not her careful self as she picked the strawber ries for tea. "Half of 'em green," said the dis gusted Wopsey. " 'Spect she's thiuk ing of the bug man." ******* It certainly was astonishing how much consultation the Brantome man uscripts needed. And, too, Mr. Dun can required so much assistance. It was "Miss Brantome, will you kindly read this list while I copy it ?" or, "Miss Charlotte, really I can't make out whether this is an eor an i," all the while. Granfather Brantome would have begun to iuquire as to mar riage settlements and Scotch pedigrees had he been alive to see those chestnut locks, innocent of bangs, and that dark mustache in such dangerous proximity. It was the old story—two young heads bending over the same page. .No word of love had passed. All was on a strictly business basis,the history of the missions of the Northwest the objec tive aim. But at last there was no excuse for lingering any longer. The hills across the piairie were red and gold, the rob bins had fled, and the grain around the little burying ground had been cut and stowed away. Charlotte was walking home as usu al. Far away in the road two moving dots appeared, which develoyed into the tw'ns as they came nearer. Tears were cutting briny furrows down their not very clean cheeks. Hysterical sobs alone came from their mouths as they tried to speak, but finally the sisterly intuition eliminated these words from ! the chaos : "Mother has runned away 1 She said she would if we didn't stop pounding, and we didn't, and she has runned I" That poor mother ! She had made the same threat a hundred times before bul had been pacified. "Which way ? Tell me quickly," thinking of the river, so tireless and so cruel. A CAPER FOR THE lIOME CIRCLE "She tunned up the railroad track." No more words were needed. Back of the garden was the branch railway fiom La Paz. The evening train was nearly due. Leaving the twins to tod dle after as well as they could in their exhausted state, she ran. Ran ? She Hew. The bright invalid shawl was a beacon. Mrs. Brautome sat upon the track idly playing with some yellow flowers. Charlotte knew her patient well. "Mother," she said, "it is late and the boys are calling, and you must feed the chickens." The mother shook her head, Per suasion was no persuader. Then Char lotte scolded. Aliko useless. Then,as a last resort, she used a gentle force. A failure. Sit there and pull those yellow flowers to pieces—that the poor unbalanced one would do -nothing else. In Heaven's name what was to bo done ? Those who have had experi ence know the streugth of the insaue. The train whistled for the crossing a mile away, and just then (some guard ian angel guided him) James Duncan Jumped the feuce, a wet handkerchief in his hand. Blessings upon the medicine which subdued the bugs ! It subdued this poor woman in a moment and he had lifted her out of danger before the train rushed past. Then he explained. lie had been copying the iuscriptioo on the Indian's tombstone as the boys went screamiug by. lie gathered from their incoherent words what the matter was. The chloroform idea was simply an in spiration. "How can I repay you ?" asked wet eyed Charlotte, as the party, boys, mother and all, were walking back. "By matting over to me Pierre Bran tome's manuscripts—and his grand daughter. I can never write the his tory without her." "Well," softly, "in the cause of sci ence—perhaps." And this is how it came to pass that the boys marched up the church aisle before the robins came again, with Charlotte and the bug-man. The Hero Was blain. One of the farmers who succeeded iu backing his wagon into place at the City Hall market yesterday morn ing had several errands to do around the neighborhood, and he left his son of fourteen on the vehicle to make a sale of five or six bags of potatoes. The old man had scarcely disappear ed when a bill distributor came along and threw into the wagon the first chapters of a sensational serial. The boy grabbed for the "fly" and began to devour the literature in chunks and hunks, and of the hait-do zen people who came alomg aud asked the price of his potatoes be answered only one, and him so absent-mindedly that no sale was made. In about half an hour the old man returned. Ed at the back end of the wagon and took in the situation, and then asked : "George, what you got ?" "Story." "What about ?" "Injuns." "Do they kill anybody ?" "They are after a feller and I guess they git him." "He's the hero I s'pose ?" "Yes." "Don't sell any taters, does he ?" "No." "I thought not, but I reckon I'll soon know the reason why !" With that he leisurely climbed over the tail-board, reached for the boy and the shaking up that youth received will make him dream of earthquakes for many nights to come. "You don't want any more of that," said the old man, as he finished business and dropped the "fly" over board. "The Injuns not only over took the hero but they slew him in the most fatal manner, and don't you forget it ! Now you git up'n gallop and sell these 'taters 1 "■— Detroit Free Press. Thejfancy in boudoir furniture is to have the wall paper, window curtains, portiers and carpets to correspond in color, while the chairs, lounges and fauteuils are upholstered variously in plush of different but harmonizing col ors, tinsei shot, moyenage brocades of several kinds and many fancy chairs of cane or bamboo, gilded or painted and cushioned with plush; or iute velours, tapestry finely fringed in Louis XIY or Louis XY styles, and all sorts of fancy | plush covered tables, stands, etageres and low bamboo five o'clock tea tables and sofa tables, not to speak of the Japaneese screens and cabinets and bookcases, small desks and otner pretty objects and conveniences that mark the individuality ot a woman of taste and refinement. Hints to House Furnishers. SPECIALTIES FOR SPRING. Streets and stores are alive with lus tres and splendors of spring. Th 3 house cleaning craze is at its height, and the furnishing centres teem with novelties of the latest order. The modern parlor resembles an ill uminated mosaic,* each article of furni ture and bric-a-bric differing in color, form and combination from every other artistic confection or trifle the room contains. Stylish and serviceable portiers,piano and table covers are made of rich wine or brown shades ofNonpareil yelveteen, with border bands of the broche varie ty, the pattern being outlined with gold or silver braid or tinsel cord. An item of interest to the "Lords of Creation" occurs in the occupation by Max Stadler of his new sore, corner Grand Street and Broad way, New York, and the illustrated catalogue and price list of all classes of clothing furnished by this enterprising dealer, on receipt of name and address. Garments of per fect style are sold at figures which scarcely more than cover the cost of materials and manufacture. Such are the facilities vouchsafed at the great centers of supply. Literary News.—The Saturday Eve ning Post, ot Philadelphia, now com pleting its sixty-fourth year of continu ous publication, has recently received a surprising impetus in circulation by or iginal popular improvements, under the talented management one of the most successful newspaper men in the coun try. The management announce their cordial desire to renew intercourse with all old friends, and to obtain the ap proval of myriads of new ones, who will nturally wish to enroll themselves. In order to facilitate this purpose they will send a beautiful souvenir free to applicants who furnish their address to the publication oflice, 720 Sausom St., Philadelphia, Pa. Diphtheria has been so prevalent that the best treatment should be known. The patient absolutely requires extra ordinary nutrition and general stimu lant to resist and overbalance the slow fever that consumes the strength and also to counteract the deadly growth of tatal fungus in the vital passages. Im mediate use of Duff's Pure Malt Whis key fills these grand essentials, ana will produce wonderfully magical results when faithfully prescribed. No case of failure has ever been known. Protect the patient from exposure and harmful excitement,but stick tenaciously to the remedy until recovery is complete. Every new subsciiber to "Straw bridge & Clothier's Fashion Quarterly" gets one volume of Musicalßric-a-Bric, Instrumental selections; or,one volume ofMusical Bric-a-Bric,Vocal selections. Pretty cover, clear type, full sheet mu sic. The "Quarterly" is the cheapest ladies' magazine in the world. The Spring number contains 120 illustrated pages; colored plate of Paris Fashions : cut paper pattern Supplement; complete original Novelette, by Robert Grant ; new Waltz by Sousa, leader of the Marine Band; etc. Cut this out,enclose 50 cents, mention your choice, instru mental or vocal, and send to Straw bridge & Clothier, Eighth and Market Streets, Philadelphia. SIDNEY EARLE; A Precocious Writer. Asking the Commissioner of Pen sions to Retain Her "Papa." The personal mail of Commissioner of Pensions Black is very heavy, and frequently contains some curious com munications. A few days ago the General re eeived a letter from a little girl of fourteen years, whose father, a Republican, is President of the Board of Examining Surgeons in a Western town, and she was afraid he would be removed. She said her father was in the army, that he brought home with him after the war a disease from which he had not recovered, and which would ultimately prove fatal to him ; that he was a good "papa," and she asked General Black not to discharge him. She inclosed a postal card addressed to herself, and said : "My papa does not know lam writing this letter. If he did he might not like it ; so if you grant my request please make a X on the back of this postal card. Nobody but me will know what it means, but I shall know that my papa will not be discharged." The letter received General Black's personal attention. "I have received your little letter." he said in reply, "and have read it with interest. I will file it carefully away, and when I come to take up for action the matter of the reorganization of the Board of Examin ing Surgeons at I will give it just as careful consideration as I would like to have given to a letter from my own little girl, written under the same circumstances. If your papa is a good man, a good surgeon and a faithful ficer of the Government, 1 will try and keep him." Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.; A VILLAGE FIRE. (Correspondence of the Lewisburg Chronicle.) DOWN EAST, June 2d, 1886. Did you ever see a fire in a country town ? If you have not,you have miss ed much that goes to make life'memor able. Probably you have been to the circus, to see the animals, or, may be, you are an open and avowed sinner and went to see the show, and stayed to see the concert thereafter, and didn't care who knew it. But no man's experience can be counted completetill he has seen a New England village fire. He may have been to the circus, he may liaye gone to the theatre when he was in the city that time, he may have participat ed in Decoration day services, been at a Sunday school celebration when a thunder shower came up, or, even,as was once my high priyilege,he may have seen a riot between two or three hun dred Irish and Italian railroad natives. These things are all very well in their way, but lump them all up and they will not make a shadow to the hurrrah that surrounds a fire "down East." The town was as quiet as a grave yard. It always is. The irregular street is fringed with elms, and the green window shutters on the white cottages set in the apple trees, looked as pretty as a picture. At Amasa Gray's house all was quiet and serene. Hannah, his wife, was in the garden planting onions. The two small chil dren were making mud pies in the loam. Amasa, himself,was a mile away build ing a stone fence. Hannah had been in the garden sticking onions, in that graceful position one must necessarily assume when you 'stand up to it,' and she was facing the white-washed barn. Presently she rose up slowly, and thought she smelled something. It wasn't onions, though they were pres ent. She looked around, and her heart leaped into her throat. Out of every crack and chink in the neat white painted kitchen, black smoke was pour ing. She ran to the house just as a window burst out and the red flames swept up. Nobody will ever know how it happened. Hannah screamed 'Fire.' The neigh bors heard it and the yell became gen eral. If there is anything that can put more vitality iuto a country town than the cry of fire I want to know it. There was no mistake in location .the smoke, black and rank, curled up over head. The first on the ground was Aunt Betsy Sawyer, of the general shape and build of an ordinary shock of cornfodder. Aunt Betsy was 'doing' some preparation in the kitchen when she heard the cry, and she rushed out with a huge iron spoon in her hand,and she'did not lay it down until two hours 1 iter, when she allotted,as she sat down at home.that she was all 'done up.' One of the sights of the hoar was that spoon being flourished around. Deacon Jas. Johnson had been reading the Weekly Clarion and Farmer's Friend on the back porch,with his iron bowed specta cles on his nose. He threw his paper down, upset the chair, and 'lit out' for the scene of action in his shirt sleeves. When he got there he tried to get in at the front door, and seizing the glisten ing brass knob tried to open it outward. He struggled and twisted and pulled but it wouldn't come. Finally he gave one mighty pull, and, as the knob came off, the door opened itself. It is curren tly reported by people who were there, and had personal knowledge of the fact, that Deacon James actually swore at the door. There was never anything done about it in the church, although it was talked over. The sisters often refered to it at the 'teas' as an evidence of the possible blackness of a man's heart though he does occupy shining places in the chuicli. It was too well established for denial that Bro.Johnson did say, just as he gave the knob the last mighty yank that brought it off, and burst his vest down the back at the same time, 'dod gasi it,' and those who heard it said that he said it as if he meant it. Miss Mehitable Ann Jones, the village dress maker,was in the very act of putting herself together when she heard the cry. She has never been known to appear en dishabille before, never; but she started to the (ire with that wiggle-waggle run that nobody on earth has but an old maid. She had on her wrapper, but all her fixtures were back iu her room, and she looked like a pillow slip with a lath inside. She had on odd slippers and red stockings, ;and carpet rag garters. This valuable piece of information is due to the fact that en route Miss Mehitable fell down. Ar riving she did sigual seryice by squeal ing 'Fire' at x the top of her voice. The storekeeper was counting eggs when he heard the yell of Fire. He dropped the two handsfull of eggs on the floor and, as he afterward graphi cally expressed it, 'let them and the store go to thunder' and tore down the street. A countryman coming into town in a two horse wagon saw, from the of the street, the crowd and the fire, and he larrupped his horses into a run to get there. They got frightened aud ran through the crowd and over the hill at the other end of town, but just as they cleared the brow he took one look backward and was seen no more. The blacksmith stopped in the middle of a NO. 26. NEWSPAPER LAWS If subscribers order the discontinuation of newspapers, 'he publishers may continue to send them until hit arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their newspapers from the <fliee to which they are sent • tlteyare held responsible until they have'ttled the'bills as d ordered them discontinued. If subw'rlbtu s move toother phicus witiumtln forming tiie publisher, and the newspapers nro sent t u Ihe former place, they are responsible. ADVERTISING RATBS. Iwk. 1 mo, 3 num. Amos, "lyca 1 wpiare *2 00 ♦1 00 $& 00 A 0 $H (0 Ijeoliiinii 400 AOO 10 00 Ift AO IS 00 U " 7 00 1000 Ift 00 30 00 40 00 1 •' 10 00 lftUO 2ft 00 45 00 75 00 One Inch makes a square. Administrators and Kxecutors'Notices 4i2AO. Transient adver- • tisements and locals 10 cents per line for first insertion and 5 cents per line tor each addition- ul Insertion* horseshoe nail and put for the field of action. Jones' deg, seeing him go by, took him for some sort of malefactor that should be bitten on general prin. ciples, and he took out a quarter sec tion in the rear of Vulcan's unmen tionables, but 'little he recked ' and he sailed around the corner with the pieqe (lapping like the tail board of an express wagon. In less time than it takes (to tell it the whole village was there, all except one old woman who was paralyzed and an old man laid up with inflamatory rheumatism. And the fire itself! llow a fire can eat iuto an old dried out house, in a dry season, when it gets a start once. It was crackling and waltzing around the roof like mad, while the crowd yell ed and raced around it below. Brother Johnson, when he got the door open, ran in and brought out the coal scuttle and poker, depositing them on the oth er side of the street, and returned for an old time rocking chair. Bill Jones pulled a what-not up by the roots and brought it-out and dashed It to smithe reens in the middle of the road. The blacksmith had rushed tip stairs and seized a cradle, brought It to the head of the steps, bearing it before him like a shield, and just then two men grabbed the loosely fastened stair carpet and brought carpet, man and cradle in a heap to the bottom, all at once. The half grown boys had removed the front steps, making it a good four feet from the ground to the floor, and when the bureau went out the drawers went in their several directions, and IlaaDah's 'things' went their way. Just then Amasa Gray himself showed up. He had been running a mile to get there, with his arms flailing in the air, and when he burst into the crowd he inquir ed, 'What's the matter?' I wonder whether he'lhought it was a clam bake or a donation party ? He didn't wait for an answer al though the storekeeper volunteered the gratuitous information* that 'The house is afire,' but he dived into the cellar and grabbed what came first and brought it up. It proved to be a keg, half full of last year's sour kraut, un dergoing the third and final necessary putrefaction. Dashing it on the board walk he went in again and brought up a crock of soap grease. Others follow ed and pegan pitching out canned fruit and milk crocks and the belongings of the underground part of the* domestic economy of every household. Squire Calnoun, essaying to go down, was hit on the head with an empty flour barrel and knocked over. He was promptly hauled out from under the shower, and he remarked that,'old and all as he was he could lick the man that done it.' In the rear, the oid cat was removing her family from under the wood shed to the currant bushes, and she was trying her level best to take the last two in oue mouthful. The boys had upset several necessary outbuildings,and had knocked off all the palings, and pulled the young plants up by the roots. It was a uoble effort to save property. When the roof fell in there was a dis mal howl from the crowd and the last act was oyer. The fire that last hap pened in the village occurred, by the town records, in 1790, when the Blue Hen tavefu burned, and I will just Ven ture to assert that it will be 1790 years to come before another house burns down if the traditional ounce ot preven tion can put it off. As a result of the high pressure of theday there were sun dry direhappenings. Johnson took cold. Aunt Betsy Sawyer's "doings" turned to a crisp on the stove. While Mrs. Williams was at the fire with, as she expressed it, "every doo? in the house open, "a flock of chickens took possess on and not only ate the heart out of a lot of custard pies on the kitchen table bnt went to roost on the piano. Miss Me hitabe was so ashamed of herself that when she went out the week following she put on an extra dab of powder and more things. She said when she heard of distress she was going if she wasn't dressed up. The preacher gave them a good round dose of the fire at the next prayer meeting, and warned the youthful sinners that, if they went to any more evening parties, they should remember Amasa Gray's fifty years to C3me, when there is an open ques* tion to be settled, as to the age of the deceased, some old man will say he knows the Governor was only sixty be cause he was but ten years old when Amasa Gray's house burned up. And now, if you have never seen a New Englaud fire, you have at least read a bout one. M. —— 1 ™ Catch, a Weasel Asleep. [Chicago Times.] Two of the bidders for the Govern ment envelope contract, on their way from Holyoke to Washington, were talking over the situation with much assumed candor. It was readily a greed that, as the bids had been reg istered, there could be no risk in com paring notes ; so each promised to mark his bid on paper and pass it o ver. Both scratched away,the papers were exchanged,and both were blank! Each weasel counted on the somno lent condition of the other.
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers