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VOL. 59.
AN UNPAID BILL
"Thirteen and seven are twenty ;
and nine—oh, dear me ! I wonder
what that noise in the basement hall
is ! It sounds just like some one cry
ing."
Miss Comfort Walker laid down the
pen wherewith she was industriously
adding up her household accounts, and
metaphorically speaking, pricked up
her ears,
"It is some one crying V" she said to
herself. "Oh, dear, dear ! what a
world of tears and tribulation this
is !"
Miss Walker iiad been penniless and
unprotected at ttie age of 20, but she
was not one of the "drooping ivy"
kind that takes to needlework and tu
bercles on the lungs. So Miss Comfort
went toldly ahead, opened a first-class
boarding-house and made mmey.
This was the history of the brisk little
woman in a brown debago dress and
cherry ribbons at her nccic, who bus
tled down stairs to see what coul 1 be
the meaning of the vague, indefinite
sobbing sound which now became au
dible.
"Oh, it's you,is it ?" said Miss Com
fort Walker, as she perceived Ellen
O' Brien, the washerwoman, in the
basement hall.
"Yes, it's me, worse luck, Miss Com
'fort," whimpered poor Ellen.
"And what's the matter
"It's me bill up stairs, Miss Comfort
—the boarder in the second story front
with the gay gold shut studs an' the
green and yellow stones in his sleeve
buttons ! Nine dollars and sivinty
cents, Miss Comfort—six weeks' wash
ing and ironing—and now, when I
makes bould to ax him would he be
pleased to pay me, he tells me it isn't
convanient 1 Anh when I tells him
how sore I need the money he ups and
gets mad, and says I shan't have it at
all."
Miss Comfort stood listening, with
knitted brows and troubled black eyes.
"Have you got your bill with you,
Ellen ?" said she, after a moment's
hesitation.
"Jimmy wrote it out, all nate and
proper," faltered Ellen, producing a
crumpled slip of pale blue paper from
her pocket.
"Give it to me," said Miss Comfort
Walker. "And come here this even
ing at 8 o'clock, and you shall have
your money."
She went slowly up stairs with the
little piece of paper in her hand.
"It's a shame,"said Miss Comfort.
Leotard Carlyou was Miss Comfort
Walker's best boarder, with the single
exception that, up to the present mo
ment, his twenty-five dollars a week
had been in futuro.
Now it so chanced that one reason
for her reposing so much confidence in
Mr. Leotard Carlyoo, the new boarder,
was that he was the nephew and heir
apparrent of Caleb Carlyon, the rich
banker from whom she rented her
brown stone house, at the trifling con
sideration of three thousand dollars
per annum.
So she went bravely up to Mr. Carl
yon's room and tapped at the door.
"Cyme in," he called out. "Oh, it's
you, Miss Walker, is it ?"
Miss Comfort advanced valiantly
with the bill io her hand to where
Leotard Carlyon reclined languidly
amid a heap of sofa pillows, with a
newspaper in bis hand.
"Don't you think you could settle
this little account, Mr. Carlyon ?" she
asked. "The poor woman needs it so
very much."
Leotard Carlyon'9 handsome black
brows darkened.
"She has been to you with her story,
has she ?" snarled he. "No, I can't
settle it. And I wouldn't if I could."
So Miss Comfort tied on a little
brown vslyet hat she had trimmed with
scarlet popies and brown autum leaves,
and set out bravely for the Mount Ori
ent Bank.
The clerk stared at her a little curi
ously as she was shown into the presi*
dent's room at the back, where Mr.
Carlyon sat, straight and upright, with
blue eyes like a falcon and hair slight
ly sprinkled with gray.
He elevated his brows at the sight
of Miss Comfort Walker. And she
told the story of Ellen O'Brien and her
wrongs.
"May I ask, Miss Walker, why you
interest yourself so markedly in this
affair ?" the banker asked, with a cold,
measured calm that contrasted strange
ly with the little woman's heat and
flurry.
"Because I think no man has a right
to cheat a poor woman out of her hard
earned money."
"Cheat is a strong word, Miss Wal
ker," observed the landlord.
"It's the only correct word in this
case, Mr. Carlyon," retorted Miss Com
fort, secretly marvelling at her own
courage in thus daring to confront the
stately banker.
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 16., 1885.
"Perhaps li 3is owing something to
yourself ?" questioned the banker,
keenly.
"Yes, sir,ho is," Miss Comfort made
answer. "But it isn't that I came a
bout. lain quite able to attend to my
own financial debts, even to lose a lit
tle if it should be necessary, but this
poor woman is friendless ami alone."
Mr. Curly on glanced at his watch.
Miss Comfort turned toward tho door.
"I am sorry that my time is no long
er at my own disposal," said ho cour
teously.
And Miss Comfort wont away al
most crying.
"Now I've made an enemy of him,
as well as Mr. Leotard, and haven't
done the least good in the world," she
thought. "And he will let the house
to some one else in the spung, and—
and—but, after ail, I am not sorry that
I did my best. Poor, poor Ellen !
What shall I say to her when she
comes at S o'clock ?"
But that evening just as Miss Com
fort was beginning again at her pile of
account books, a ring came to tho Joor,
and Mr. Carlyon, tho banker, was
shewn in. Miss Comfort rose up, con
fused and fluttering.
"Miss Walker, pray don't let me dis
turb you," said the banker. "I have
only dropped iu for a little social call.
You sliowed yourself to me to-day in a
different light from any in which you
have yet appeared.
"A dun ?" demanded poor Miss
Comfort, almost hysterically.
"No—a true-hearted, noble nutured
woman ! But you need no longer dis
tress you> self. The bill is paid. And
now. if you are at leisure, I'll just take
my evening cup of tea with you."
How pleased and proud Miss Com
fort was, as she poured the decoction of
fragrant Young Hyson into her great
grandmother's china cup, decorated
with butterflies and oblong scrolls
gilt and violet ! And how she kept
wondering all the while how iu the
world Mr. Carlyon, the great bunker,
could take such interest in her homely
and humdrum little affairs.
But if she had only known it. Mr.
Carlyon seldom came across a true,real
heart in his complicated business trans
actions.
♦ ♦***♦*
"It's not true," said Mr. Leotard.
"My uncle never would make such a
fool of himself at his age. Why, he's
fifty if he's a day 1"
"Only forty-four," said Mrs. Leigh
Creswick, with malicious delight.
"But, of course, it must be a great
mortification to you, Mi. Leotard, who
have always been looked upon as his
heir. And to think, too, be is going
to marry that queer little old woman
who keeps the boarding house. For
it's true I True as taxes ! I saw the
wedding ring myself at 's."
"Mr. Leotard Carlyon gnawed silent
ly at his mustache, now straDgely
little circumstances are woven together
into life's web, he thought. If he had
paid that whimpering washerwoman's
bill she would not have coufided her
woes to Miss Comfort Walker ; and
Miss Comfort Walker would not have
gone to his uncle ; and bis uncle
wouldn't liavo fallen in love with Miss
Comfort's rosy cheeks and bonnet
neither, and he would still have been
the rich banker's heir apparent.
lie wished he had paid the washer
woman's bill.
A Wicked QUIVER.
The conduct of some of the drivers
on the street cars in Austin is certain
ly very reprehensible. An old lady pot
un the street car, and as soon as she set
her eyes on the driyer she called out :
'You are the very driver that refused to
stop the car and made fun of me.'
'Yesterday afternoon ?' he asked.
'Yes; yesterday afternoon.'
'On the corner of Pecan street ?'
'Yes.'
'On the northwest corner ?'
'Just about that corner.'
'At three o'clock ?'
'Yes, sir; it was three o'clock.'
'Was it a blue car with a bay mule ?'
'Certainly; blue carand bay mule and
a feller with a red pimple on his nose,
auda'mouth like a catfish, just like
yours, driving it!' she exclaimed ex
citedly.'
'And you craned out your neck this
way, opened your mouth until one
could read the maker's name on your
false teeth, and bawled out, 'stop—that
—car ! stop—that—car !'
'Yes, you scoundrel 1' she replied,
drawing back to hit him with her um
brella.
'Then it wasn't me, for I am always
polite to ladies, even if they are ninety
five years old, sport porcelain teeth and
sass car drivers. Ta ta I' and he jump
ed over the dashboard to swap cars
with the driver coming the other way.
—Alex Sweet in Arkansaw Traveller.
The extreme height of misery is a
small boy with a new pair of boots aod
no mud puddle.
A PAPER KOll TTIE HOME CIRCLE.
The "Rose Fever "
Tlector, 1 thought you would never
come. I can't stand it much longer,'
said a young man to a Cincinnati doc
tor, 'l've got such a pain in my head.
First it was a headache,then my head
got cold ami the pain concentrated be
tween my eyes. When I breathe
through my nose it feels as though
my brains were being pulled out.'
'llumph !' said the doctor, 'been to
the flower show, have you ?'
'Yes,'said the young man in sur
prise, 'l've been there two or three
times.'
'Wei l , you'vo got rose fever. Some
times it is called hay fever. Some
flower has poisoned you. Had a lot
of patients like you this week.'
When tho patient had been pro
scribed lor and had departed, the
writer, who had been somewhat sur
prised at the diagonis given, remark
ed .-
'Were you jesting about that man's
complaint ?'
'No, certainly not. I have had a
number of patients this week who
have had the same trouble. Some of
them have not had as severe an at
tack as this man has, but complain of
unusual pain in the head which they
cannot account for. It is a queer dis
ease, and yet it is perfectly explaina
ble on a natural and reasonable basis.
Plants and flowers possess in nearly
every instance some good or bad prop
erty. A child at play in the garden
may take a fancy to eat the leaves of
the leaves of the seeds of a pumpkin
and no harm results. The next min
ute or two the little thing changes its
food to jimson seeds and then there is
a funeral. In some cases it is the root
only of the plant which is poisonous
or beneficial, and it may have to be
treated in a complicated way before its
qualities can bo extracted. In other
plants it is the leaves alone which
contain the properties, aud then again
in many other instpnees they art con
tained in the flower. It is not, per
haps, the whole flower which is of
use. It may be the corolla, or the
calyx, or the stamens, or the pistils,
or the petal which are charged with
good or evil. And then, too, as you
have often heard, no doubt, the same
flower or some other vegetable matter
does not effect all people alike. Hay
and rag weed are the best known
causes of this species of catarrh, and
its name 'hay fever,' has been given
to it on that account.
'There is no determining what flow
ers have and what they have not in
this influence. Some people are af
fected by tuberoses, others by lilies ol
various kinds. I know a big, strong
man who is thrown into perfect agony
by the slightest smell of flaxseeds
when prepared for'a poultice. Another
man of my acquaintance would be
made violently ill if buckwheat flour
is cooked in a building where he is.
All these things are perfectly explain
able scientific grounds, which I
don't propose to enter into now, but
if you will inquire among the people
who have been to the show I
am sure you will find many who have
had sudden headaches and troubled
with catarrh after leaving the flowers.'
—Pittsburg Commercial Gazette.
The Odor of the Hay Field.
Going from New England to a West
ern State, many years ago, the writer
was 9truck with the difference between
the two localities in the haying season.
In the older States, the air at haying
time is redolent of the most delightful
fragrance, making it a pleasure to be
outofdoors. At haying time in the
western locaJity, there was only a clean
weedy odor, quite unlike that to which
we had been accustomed. In looking
into the reason for this lack of pleasing
odor at haying, wo examined the hay,
and while all the usual grasses were
present, we could find no trace of the
Sweet-scented Vernal grass, Anthoxan
thum odoratum , so common in eastern
meadows. In itself, this grass has lit
tle value. Indeed, its chief merit lies
in its odor. This is developed as the
herbage dries, and a few spears of this
grass will impart its fragrance to a
large mass of hay. This grass 3hould
always form a small part of a mixture
for seeding a lawn.— American AgrU
culturist Jor July.
A health journal says you ought to
take three quarters of an hour for din
ner. It is well, also, to add a few veg
etables and a piece of meat.
A TOUGH YARN.
bhort on Guns But Long on
Wild Oats.
Story of a Controversy With a Fe
rocious Varmint in the Wilds of
Sullivan County, N. Y.— Ho
Earned tho Bounty Tie
Received.
[Deckertown (N. Y.) Special.]
'I never had such a brush aforo in
my life,' exclaimed a rough looking
specimen of a North woods lumberman
as he stepped into the Treasurer's office
in Monticello, Sullivan County, just n-
Tcross the York State line. The man
carried a double-barreled shotgun, a
horn powder receptacle, a ponderous
gamesack, a leather shot-pouch; and he
wore a big, broad slouch hat, and coat
and pants so patched it was difficult to
tell of what they were originally made.
'But I fetched 'eui dead sure, and
here's there skelps, too, and I tliort I'd
jist step in, Mr. Treasurer, and git the
bounty on 'em, seein' as I needed some
change to git a tittle stock of am'nition
for them b'ar up on Clinton Holler.'
•What have yon got now V 'l've got
two wildcat skelp3 ; and my name isn't
George Sackrider if they didn't come
mighty nigh onto hevin' mine. Tiiey
got poor Jack's—that's my dog—as it
was. 'Twere a mighty close tussel for
me.'
lie drew out the scalps of two wild
cats and handed tliem to the official,
aud then sat down.
'You see, I had seen b'ar sigus lead
in' down to'rds the Holler, but hadn't
gone fur afore we discovered plenty of
wddcat signs, ana Jack took the track
and went to'rds the swamp. While
waitin' furjthe varmints to come, a big
henhawk settled down into an old tree
jist in nice range. He sot there so
teraptin' that I ups aud knocks him
down, kerflop, deader'u a doornail.
'Twarnt two minutes afterward and a
fore I had time to load the empty bar'l,
when I heard Jack a makin' fur me,
lickety split. 1 jist had time to jump
into pesish, when I heard a rushin' in
the dry leayes, and then a tarnel big
wildcat were seen makin' straight fur
me. When it seed me it started kinder
thunderstruck, as though it had best
dodge around tho corner. Fullin' up,
1 jist gavejjit one bar'l, and over it roll
ed. But the next second'twere up and,
with blood in its eye, it made fur me.
It jumped for my tluoat, and I struck
it back with my gun. [Gosh! but
didn't I wish that hawk hadn't come
foolin' around so soon 1] It kept com
in' at me, clawin' and tearin' like mad,
spilin' my broadcloth most shameful
like and projucin' the claret outen my
my legs and arms dangnation fast. Jist
as I had given the varmint a stunnin'
blow and set ray No. ll's onto its
throat, gosh-a-nfddy if there didn't
come anuther cat, bigger'n the furst.
But, I kin tell yer, there was clawin'
and yellin' come arouud there 'bout
that time 1 The fresh cat he jist jump
ed fur me and tore 'round like all fury,
and I feared I'd haye to knock my gun
all to pieces on his blamed ugly old
head,or else git tore to strings. Mighty!
But, didn't he claw, though !
'But the Lord alters was on my side,
and jist at the last moment, when I
was a-fightin' one with a Run bar'l and
a-holdin' of the one down with my feet,
and hevin' him tear ray legs into shoe
strings, up comes Jack —poor, old Jack
—and he grabbed the loose cat. It
didn't take me long, then, to finish out
that cat under my heels, but I hadn't
done it none to soon, afore 'tother was
at me agin' it havin' torn the skin all
often poor Jack's face and noddle,
l'oorty soon I got in a square blow and
broke the darnation varmint's back,an'
I kicked the stuifin outen of it in short
order, then, you kin bet. Poor Jack,he
were done fur, though !
'Well, George, here's your bounty for
the scalps.' The hunter took the mon
ey and strode out with a self -satisfied
air, that seemed to indicate his entire
willingness to attack half the wildcats
in Sullivan County, if only both barrels
of his gun were loaded and no hawks
were to appeal.
Experience.
It is a popular maxim that experience
is the best teacher. T'ns is true-and
false. Did you ever know a moth that
had been singed by the ilame fail to
dash directly to the flame the moment
that it could use its wings again ?
How large a proportion of those wno
have learned by bitter personal exper
ience what the vice of drunkenness (or
any other vice) is, turns from that sin
on account of that experience ? There
are, in fact, many teachers concerning
evil better than experience of evil.
The warnings of a father, the gentle
leading of a mother, the noly precepts
of a Sunday-school teacher, if heeded,
are better far than the lessons of exper
ience, in the direction of those warn
ings ; for these teach through defend
ing and preserving, while experience
teaches too often through loss and do
-1 struction.
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
A RINGTAIL COW.
•
No man in this county is more truth
ful than John Ililfern. 110 would rath
er tell a truth than to tell a lie. This
peculiarity has given to his character
an oddity that causes vague mutterings
in tlio neighborhood. No one ever saw
John take a drink of whisky. Yet
when he came to town last week lie was
so drunk that he could not have slap
ped the face of tho earth with a horse
blanket. I was greatly shocked, for I
had confidence in John. I was not
willing that he should escape censure,
so the next time we met I drew him to
one side and said :
'John, we are all pained to know that
you have been drunk. During many
years you have been a shining example.
Now, our confidence in you is shaken—
we are hurt.'
Affectionately placing his broad hand
011 my shoulder, he replied :
'I do not deny that I was drunk. It
is an almost incredible story. Let us
sit down and I will tell you.'
When we had sat down John contin
ued : 'The other day as I rode along
toward town I began to notice that
there was something curious the matter
with me. I felt a disiosition to jell at
everything I saw; and, strange as it
may seem,-1 began to git hungry for a
fight of some sort. Well, by the time I
got to town I wa*. as drunk as a fool. I
couldn't understand it, for I had drank
nothing. When I returned home my
perplexity was increased, for I found
my wife and brother-in-law so drunk
that they couldn't have walked round a
straw hat.'
'You don't tell me so.'
'Yes, I do. They swore that they
hadn't drank a drop.'
'llow do you account for it ?'
'Just wait a minute. The next morn
ing we were all sober, but after break
fast we were all drunk again.'
'You don't say so !'
'Of course I do." If I didn't you
wouldn't know anything about it.Well,
we sobered up a little but sir'—here his
voice sank to a whisper—''after dinner
we were all so drunk that we wouldn't
have known the President from a depu
ty constable.'
'How do you account for it ?'
'You just wait a minute. The affair
was so strange that I began to investi
gate. After awhile it was all as clear
as daylight.'
'What was it that made you drunk ?'
'Milk.'
'Milk !' I exclaimed.
'Yes, milk.'
* How can you explain it ?'
'You just wait a jiiinnte. Several
days before, I had bought a ringtail
cow, the most peculiar animal of her
species, and 1 discovered that she had
gone to a distilliery and had drank the
slop.'
'Well, that is remarkable.'
'Yes, rather. 1 soon found out that
the ringtail cow is the only illicit dis
tiller among the entire cow family.
People came for miles to look at her.'
'What did you do with her, kill her ?'
'Bless you, no. A deputy United
States marshal arrested her, but, upon
examination, the judge said that there
was no statute to lit the case. I took
the cow home and sold her for three
hundred dollars.'
'So large a sum as that ?'
'Yes, a" temperance lecturer bought
her. I saw him the other day and he
told'me that he wouldn't take a thous
and for her. Said that he never did see
so much fun. Well I must go.'
John is a poor man,but he is truth
ful. lie would rather tell the truth
than to break a colt.
Mr. Beecher's Torn Trousers.
Toward the close of an evening's
prayer meeting at Plymouth church,
Mr. Beecher, shaking his frnger gravely
at those who sat on his left said to those
who sat on his right : The edification
hasn't been evenly divided this evening.
My friends on the left have been indus
triously lauging at me because I have a
big hole in the left leg of ray panta
loons. I Laughter.] Allow me to in
form them that these are a new pair.
If they were old and I couldn't afford
new ones, I should be dreadfully a
shamed. As it is I am not, but my
wife is. [Renewed Laughter.] In mak
ing a call this afternoon my leg came
in contact with a barrel and it had a
nail in it ; hence the tare. I tried to
close it with a pio, but the pin dropped
out. So it is with our sins. We can
pin them up. The pin will drop out
and disclose the bare spot.
'Dear me !' exclaimed a city girl who
visited a dairy for the first time, 'what
queer looking stuff this is ! It looks
just like yellow paint. What is it
'Why, that's cream on top of the milk,
sis,' said the dairyman. 'ls that so ?'
she asked in astonishment. 'Why, the
cream that I use always comes in boxes
and has a label, so we can tell what it
is.' The farmer sac right down on the
the stone floor and fanned himself with
' a milk pan. /
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NO. 27.
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*A BRIDAL FREAK.
The Funny Oouple That Drove A
round the Streets In Wedding
Garments.
From the Baltimore American.
The sight of a blushing bride, in full
bridal costume, sitting in an open bug
gy on Baltimore streej,, met the eyes of
all passers-by yesterday afternoon.
The bride—who lookek old enough to
know better—wore a wreath of orange
blossoms and smilsx and veil, while
her fands were encased In white kid
gloves and her feet in white kid shoes.
At her bosom °>he wore a large buncli
of orange blossoms. The white con
trasted greatly with her raven black
tresses, which fell in ringlets about her
neck. Her husband wore a full suit of
store clothes and a straw hat. He had
great difficulty in steering the poor
horse and the bugey. looked as if it
would fall lo pieces. The bride and
groom rode up and down Baltimore
street, much to the amusement of the
crowds on the street, and in vain tried
to find a photographer who would take
them. At last they found one near
Gay street When the groom found
the place he had much trouble in get
ting the horse and buggy up to the
curb, and at last had to get out and
lift the buggy into position. Then he
lifted his wife out,and she stood on tho
pavement in all her bridal glory and
finery,the observed ol all observers; but
she did not mind that and seemed to
cire more for the safe disposal of a
bandbox and a lace shawl than the
crowd who watched her. The couple
went iDto one gallery, but there they
could not be taken large enough and so
they came down again and went into
another. The groom put on his white
kid gloves, and they had a perfectly
"scrumptious time" sitting for their
picture in bridal custume. Several
plates were used before a good negative
was secured, because the groom insist
ed upon kissing the bride every time
the photographer's back was turned.
After the "ordeal" the bride took off
her orange blossoms and veil and open
ed the bandbox and got out a white
bonnet and put it on. Then the coup
le left. The groom went into the mid
die of the street and, after taking off
the steamboat hawser that tied the
horse to the bitching-post, turned him
"ofi" so the wheel would not dirty the
bride's white dress, and the lady, unas
sisted, hopped into the buggy. lie fol
lowed her, and soon the vehicle and
its precious load went down the street
and out of the city towards Philadel
phia.
A Clever Confidence Couple.
A beautiful girl, with largo blue
eyes and golden hair, but shabbily
dressed, greatly interested a large
crowd of gentlemen on one of tho
East river ferry boats tho other day
by singing very sweetly and tenderly
the well-known hymn, "Jesus, Lover
of my Soul." As she concluded one
verse, a large, well-dressed man called
a deck band and ordered him to put
her out of the cabin, sho looked des
pairingly and burst into tears. There
were cries of 'Throw him overboard,'
'Let her alone,' 'Shame!' The large
man, who looked like a railroad presi
dent, insisted; said that the deck hand
was doing his duty, and that the fer
ry company had ordered all nuisances
suppressed. He acknowledged that
he had complained of her. The mur
murs of discontent and anger arose a*
round him, at which he seemed some
what disconcerted and, approaching
the poor girl, said :
'What's the matter, sissy V
Then she told her pitiful story of a
sick mother, a dead father, no work,
hunger, distress, and her anxiety to
get employment.
'Oh, don't send me to prison,'; she
cried, breaking down completely.
The large man was abashed, and
the crowd looked angry and scornful
again. He at once apologized, and to
show his regret for his blunder, im
mediately took out a five dollar bill,
which he dropped into her hat. Then
he passed the hat,which was soon fill
ed with money. After the passen
gers had left the boat, he joined the
girl and they both went off together.
He was a well-known clever confidence
man, and the young woman was his
wife, as clever as he.
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A country editor received the follow
ing : "Ddar Sir—l have looked care
fully and patiently over your paper for
months for the dea th of some individ
ual I was acquainted with, but as yet
not a single soul I care anything about
has dropped off. You will please haye
my name erased."