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A Quaint Proposal.
The lilac bush beneath the south
window of Willow Brook Farm's
wainscot ted parlor nodded gracefully
as a tiny zephyr swept gayly by, waft
ing far and near its incense of new
mown hay. In its wake fluttered a
purple and golden bulteifly, to poise a
moment, upon the window's ledge, then
to soar boldly foi ward until it lit upon
a curious old vase beside an organ,
whose yellow keys gleamed softly in the
half darkened room The butterfly and
the vase mirrored themselves in the
polished oak door, and if the range had
been right they could have repeated the
picture in the shining surface of eacli
article of furniture.
A young girl was the sole occupant
of the room, with the exception, of
course, of the butterfly, who bad wing
ed his way to a small oval mirror and
was busily making his toilet, as bis
companion, humming a merry tune,
dusted carefully a squatt teapot, whose
fat little 9pout and comic tout ensem
ble at once iuspired a lougin for gtea
brewed in such novel quarters. At
that moment a voice, calling "Marthy!
Marthy 1" echoed through the house,
followed by : "Run—quick, old Tim's
in the corn field, and my hands are all
oyer dough 1"
Hastily replacing the ancient heir
loom on a spindle legged table, the
young girl darted from the room, while
the butterfly, started at is toilet, spread
its brilliant wiugs and floated swiftly
out into the sunshine again. Snatch
ing a suowy sun bonnet from its peg in
the hall, Martha flew down the gar
den path across to an adjacent
meadow. In her hurry she failed to
notice a gentleman slowly advancing
in her direction, until two masculine
bauds stayed her progress.
With an exclamation of surprise,
Martha raised her pretty blue eyes and
met a pair of decidedly good-looking
brown ones, gazing with evident appre
ciation at the dimpled, blushing face,
from off which the sun-bonnet had slip
ped, disclosing a crop of reddish golden
rings lying close to the finely shaped
"I beg your pardon," murmured
Martha, the blushes and dimples wax
ing deeper, "but I didn't see you, I
was in such hurry,"
"Don't mention it. Wouldn't haye
missed the—the pleasure for anything.
I—l like to be run into," averred the
geutleman with considerable emphasis.
Such a iippling laugh as bubbled o
ver the lips of Martha at this speech,
which she hastily apologized for with :
"I didn't mean to, really ; but what
you said souuded so odd."
"You couldn't do it again, could
you ? I assure you I never appreciat
ed being a—odd until to-day. I—"
"Ob, the cow 1" exclaimed Martha,
suddenly recollecting her errand. "I
forgot all about him," and away she
sped, the gentleman hurrying after, re
"Cow 1 Him I Let me help you. I
—I really am very clever with cows.
In fact I would like to make them a
nowever, when the field was readi
ed no cow was to be seen, and remark
mg that doubtless some of the hands
had ousted old Tim, Martha turned her
steps toward the house, thinking the
gentlemau would proceed on bis way.
To her astonishment, however, he kept
along by her side, observing :
"Are you acquainted at Willow
Brook farm ?"
"Why, yes ; it's my home. I was
born tnere," answered Martha, sur
"Happy farm I 1 mean—a—it must
be a lovely place. You see, the fact is
—that is, I have a note for Mis. Dun
can, of Willow Brook Farm."
"My mother !" ejaculated Martha,
opening wide her blue eyes. Where
upon the gentleman scanned with new
ly awakened interest a square envelope
he had extricated from his breast pock
et, as be added :
"I am an old—l should say my moth
er is an old friend of Mrs. Duncan's,"
making a rough calculation of the
length of time it might take, all things
favorable, to place him on equally as
good a footing with the daughter,while
Martha's thoufihts ran very much m
"Would be nice looking if he wasn't
so sallow. Wonder if mother will ask
him to make us a visit. I never heard
her speak of an old friend that had a
By this time they were proceeding up
the path that led to the farm's pretty
rose garlabded porch, and having ush
ered the gentleman into the parlor we
have already been introduced to, with
a demure little courtesy and the words
"I will send mother," Martha left
In a few moments a comely, rosy
cheeked woman came hurrying into
the parlor with:
MILLHEIM PA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 17., 1885.
"Good afternoon, eir. Marl ha tells
me you have a letter for mo from an
"Yes, from my mother/' and the
gentleman held to wind her the letter.
Having read It through, interrupted
with exclamations such as "Bless
me !' ;
Who'd have thought -it I" Mis.
Duncan, her pleasant face deepening
into a smile ei undated :
"So you are little Paul Dorsey. My!
how time Hies. When I last saw you,
you weie only a little shaver. It must
be nigh onto fifteen years ago. And to
think of Lucindy's remembering me all
these years and sending her son to see
me. Not that I have forgotten her—
not a bit. Only with one thing and
another one hasn't time to think much
of old days. You see your ma and I
went to the same academy, and we
thought a sight of eacli other ; only
somehow after both of us married we
sort of drifted apart. Your ma she
married a wealthy city man, while I
got wedded to a well-to-do farmer, a.id
so gradually we each went our own
way. Not to forge; each other though
as you see, and now, my dear, excuse
the liberty, but it comes natural like,
being your Lucindy's son, I'll scud one
of the mefiPdown to tha village after
your trunk, and you'll just slop along
with us aud be as welcome as my own
son, if I had one, and Marthy and I
will uo our best to make you comfort
able," and motherly Mrs. Duncan laid
her hand with an approving pat upon
Paul Dorsey's slightly stooping should
ers, while he, coloring somewhat, en
deavored to thank her for her warm
hospitality, but was cut short with :
"Bless you, it's no put out, we have
lots of room, and it will be a real pleas
ure to me to see Lucindy's son making
himself to home in my house."
And thus it was that Paul Dorsey
became a guest at Willow Brook
That evening after her visitor had re
tired Mrs. Duncan observing to her
"Poor young man, he hasn't a bit of
appetite. I don't wonder Lucindy is
fretted about him. She writes that he
is always that taken up with books,that
she can hardly ever coax him to go a
bout a bit with young foltss and enjoy
himself. I've been thinking Marthy,
if you was just to kind of make believe
you need his help now and again about
the garden and such, it would do him
a sight of good, and he'd never suspect
it was for the sake of his health," and
Mrs. Duncan laughed, a low, pleased
laugh, at tha thought of the deception,
while Martha exclaimed :
"Why, mother ! you are getting to
be a regular conspirator. But lam a
fraid it won't work, he's so—so odd."
Paul Dorsey had been told to make
himself perfectly at home ; so the
morniug after bis arrival he withdrew
from the breakfast table to his own
room, and forthwith commenced to un
pack his books preparatory to a good
day's study. Everything was at last
arranged to his satisfaction, but some
how his thoughts were strangely wan
dering this day, although not a souud
disturbed the cool quietness of his sur
roundings. A pair of blue eyes seemed
to glance mockingly from the musty
page he fain would master, he caught
himself repeating aloud the old fash
ioned name of "Marthy,." which took
unto itself the sweetest of sounds ;by
reason of its connection with so pretty
an owner. Suddenly, with a thud, the
book fell from his hand, as,exclaiming:
"By Jove 1 that's her yoice,' Paul Dor
sey, with one stride, was at the win*
dow making sad havoc of the dainty
dimity curtains with clumsy hands.
Martha, accompanied by a tall, stal
wart fellow, was passing down the
garden path, her infectious laughter
floating merrily upon the balmy air as
she chatted away to the young man at
her side, who appeared to be enjoying
the subject under discussion as much
as herself. As they disappeared from
view Paul, with rather a blank look,
resumed bis seat and sought to apply
himself to his interrupted task, but not
with the old ardor did he work, and for
the first time that he could remember,
he listened anxiously for the bell to
summon him to luncheon.
The days slipped into weeks, and
still Paul Dorsey remained a guest at
Willow Brook Farm, and it became no
unusual sight to see him obediently
following Martha's directions concern
ing the uprooting of certain weeds, or
the fastening of some vine more secure
ly about its support.. An honest,bronze
tinge had replaced Paul's once sallow
complexion, arid the books—well, tbey
had become secondary, a more potent
charm having outrivaled them. Mrs.
Duncan congratulates herself upon her
| happy forethought that was working
such a change in her friend's sou, and
j Martha admitted with a slight Mush,
j that Mr. Dorsey was getting to be al
j most a3 handsome as her cousin Joe—
her beau ideal of manly beauty hereto
A I* A PER FOB THE HOME CIRCLE.
The sun burned scotching hot upon
the broad gravel path just outside of
the farm's pretty parlor, but within
that quaint room a restful coolness
held sway. Lounging idly iu the
depths of a willow chair, was Paul,
while Martha, seated at the old organ,
drew from its aged keys a low, plaint
ive melody. As the last note died soft
ly away, whirling round upon her seat,
Martha exclaimed :
"Do you know, Mr. Dorsey, you
have been wasting the whole morning?
I don't believe you have looked at a
book for two days"—this last, it must
be owned, with a slight fir of triumph
as she continued, penitently : "I am
afraid I have been to blame, but to
morrow I will leaye you free to spend
the whole day with your books, for
Cousin Joe has promised to drive me
over to Daplestou to do some shop
"Hang cousin Joe."
"Mr.Dorsey !" from Martha's aston
"I beg pardon, I really—l hope you
will have a delightful time, Miss Dun
can. I assure you I shall a—enjoy it
immensely being left to my books aud
—confound it ! Excuse me I—"
And before Martha could reply, Paul
Dorsey had left the room.
"How queer it is," soliloquized Mar
tha, as Paul's departing iootsteps ech
oed through the hull. "I don't see
why lie ahou'd disliKo JSS so ; Joe is
always such a favorite with eyery one.
I hope I haven't offended him. I am
sure 1 didn't mean to." And with rath
er a puzzled look upon tho fair young
face, Martha closed the organ.
That evening as Martha stood down
by the meadow gate caressing old Dox
ey, the mare, her quick ears caught the
sound of a familiar tread advancing to
ward her, and a moment after a voice
"I am an idiot. Miss Martha, but I
—-I hope you will forgive me. I
couldn't bear the idea of his monopo
lizing you all day. I kuow you could
never think of an old bookworm like
myself—still I—l have beeu very hap
py, and I forget sometimes that—that
there is such a difference betweou us."
Martha's cheeks had been growing
rosier and rosier, while a strange, wild
joy surged through her veins, as she
answered, her tones trembling slightly.
"Since I con remember Cousin Joe
and I have been playmates, and since
father died be has been so good and
kind to mother, helping her about the
farm and in every way, that he has be
come like a son to her, and as dear as A
brother to me. Dear Joe 1 I don't
know what we should have done with
out him." She paused, tears gather
ing in her pretty eyes. Paul drew
nearer, then hestitated, as Martha con
"Joe is engaged to my dearest friend
and they are to be married in just six
"I am awfully glad—l mean I wish
them joy, and all that sort of thing,"
and Paul Dorsey advanced still nearer
the little figure into whose eyes a sweet
shyness had stolen.
"Martha, do you think there is a
ghost of a chance for me ? As it's my
first attempt at anything of the kind,
perhaps you will sum it up leniently,
and make my senteuce as easy as you
can," then gath ring courage from
Martha's half averted face, and the ex
treme ninkness of the one visible ear,
he laid his hand caressingly upon hers,
"Martha, do you think you can for
give me for—for loving you ?"
"Why should I forgive you for what
I have done myself ?" cams* the low
answer, followed naively by, "But I
did not know it until to-day," when 1
thought I had offended you."
"And—and you don't mind my be
ing odd—or anything ?" stammered
Paul, in his excessive joy.
"You are not a bit odd," was the in
dignant reply ; "I wouldn't have you
any different," and Martha touched
shyly the coat-sleeve in close proximity
to her waist,whereupon she immediate
ly disappeared from view, and from
some where in the regibn of Paul's
waistsoat pocket a muffled little voice
might have been heard ejaculating :
"Oh, Paul ! suppose somebody is
"I hope they are," was the auda
cious reply, succeeded by a second dis
appearance on Martha's part.
A week or so later a stylishly-dress
ed, middle aged lady was sitting tete-a
tete with Mrs. Duncan, who was ob
"Dear me, Lucindy, you'ye no call
to thank me. I had nothing to do
with it. Not but what I am real pleas
ed that your son and my daughter
should come together ; but I had no
more thought of it than yourself."
A slight smile stirred the lips of Mrs.
j Dorsey as she remarked :
"You are just the same as ever,
Mary. Well, if Martha only turns
out half as good a woman as yourself,
I am satisfied that Paul has won a
"And he'll never forget, mother,that
IHJ owes that treasure to you, for if
you had not sent him to seek out your
old friend he'd have remained a bachel
or to the end of his days," interrupted
a masculine voice,while a girlish treble
exclaimed, "Oh, Paul!'' the rest of the
sentence being forever lost by Paul
daringly sealing his betrothed's lips
with his own,
A Very Sharp Witness.
Sometimes a lawyer meets his
match on the witness stand. Not
long since there was a breach of prom
ise case in an Ohio town. The unus
ual bully- ragging lawyer was there,
but an unusual witness, in the person
of a country schoolmarm, met him.
'Ah, miss,' said the lawyer, when
she had taken the oath, 'will you state
your namo ?'
'Elizabeth Martin,' she responded,
'Your occupation ?'
'How old are you ?' he next inquir
ed,with a sidelong smile at the crowd.
'Old enough to know that it is none
of your business,' she answered as
gently as the ring dove cooes.
'Objection sustained,' remarked the
The lawyer's face fell,but he braced
up and went on, without a smile.
'Do you know the nature of ail
oath,' he asked, spitefully.
'Oh, yes. I heard you damn the
court yesterday on the street for rul
ing against you,and I know you were
not saying your prayers.'
The court looked at the lawyer, the
lawyer looked at the ceiling and the
witness looked at ease.
'Confine your answer to the case, if
you know the plaintiff ?'
•'Yes, sir, I know her.'
'What do you know of her ?'
'More good than I do of a lawyer,
'That's not what I want to know.'
'I presume not, sir,' continued the
'I want to know,' shouted the exas
perated questioner, bringing his fist
down on the table, 'if you know any
thing about the case before the court.'
'More than you do, possibly.'
'Well, tell it to the court and I have
done with it.'
'Thanks. I know, your Honor,
that Joseph Hill the defendant, asked
Mary Jackson the plaintiff, if she
would be his wife. It was done in
'lndeed ! Isn't that rather an unus
ual way of popping the question ?*
'I don't know, sir. I have no ex
perience. I happened to bo present,
because I came into the room unex
pectedly and found tht plaintiff sitting
in the defendant's lap.and he, to show
me that he had a right to save the
furniture in that way,asked her again
to be his wife, as he had done a week
'By the way, Miss Martin, how
much does the plaintiff weigh V
'One hundred and forty pounds,sir.'
'How do you kuow so exactly V
By the weight, of course,' she smil
ed and the lawyer went off another
'Did you know the defendant was
telling the truth V
'Oh, yes; you know he is not a law
'The witness will confine herself to
the facts,' interrupted the court.
'Very well, your Honor. I shall pay
no more attention to the statements
of the attorney.
'That will do, said the provoked
lawyer. The witness may stand
'May it please the court,'she replied,
'the witness would like to sit down.'
'The sheriff will please provide the
witness with a chair,' said the court.
'She seems to have sat down on ev
erything else in the court room, and
the court sees no reason why a chair
should be exempt.'
The witness smiled placidly and
took the chair to await another call to
'There were countless millions of
mosquitoes down on the marsh to-day,'
said Johnny. 'Don't exaggerate,' said
his mother. 'I don't zaggerate, ma;
there were countless millions ; for Jim
my Brown and me counted 'em.'
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A TOWN LYING IN RUINS.
A Tornado's Terrible Destruc
tion in Ohio.
Washington Court House Leveled
to the Earth—Five Persons Kill
ed, Throe H md cd Injured—
Lo3S Over $1,000,003.
Washington, C. 11., 0., Sept. p.—A
tornado last evening at eight o'clock ah
most completely demolished this place.
Not a single store facing Central Square
out of forty is left intact, and a major
ity of them are leveled.
The storm came from the northwest,
and broke up the town very suddenly,
carrying everything before-it. The tor
nado whirled up Court street, the main
business thoroughfare, and ruined al
most eyery business block in it, at least
forty or fifty in all. Ilardlv a private
residence in the town escaped, fully
400 buildings going down. The Bap
tist, Presbyterian anil Catholic church
es all suffered the common fate.
The Ohio Southern, Pan Handle,
Narrow Gauge and Midland Bailroai
depots were blown into "Smithereens,"
and every building 111 the vicinity was
carried away, making ingress or egress
almost impossible. Every wire within
a circuit of two miles is down.
The reports of the catastrophe were
sent by a telegraph operator who tap
ped a wire two miles west of the town,
and, sitting In a heavy rain storm,
worked his instrument. The panic
stricken people were taken completely
unawares, and fled from the tumbling
buildings in every direction through
the murky darkness.
A mad frenzy seemed to seize the
people, and they hurried hither and
thither in their wild distraction, little
knowing whither they were fleeing. Af
ter the whirlwind, which lasted about
ten minutes, a heavy raiu set in, which
continued unabated throughout the
night. Sheriff Raukiu ordered out the
militia, which took charge aud helped
get order out of chaos.
All the gas went out when the storm
came up. The gas works were destroy
ed. Bon fires had to be burnt 111 streets
to give light for the searchers. One of
the injured is the manages of the Tele
phone Exchange. He was hurled a
cross the street and had an arm, leg
and collar bone broken. Some houses
were lifted up and carried bodily sever
al hundred feet.
As soon as a few of the cooler heads
recovered their senses,searching parties
were organized and the sad work of
looking for the dead began. The glim
mer of lanterns, procured from farm
houses in the vicinity and from the
few houses left standing, was the only
light they had tc work by. Two or
three bodies were stumbled upon in the
middle of the street, where they were
stricken down by flying bricks or tim
bers. The cellars of houses and every
sort of refuge were filled with shivering
people, huddling together in the vain
attempt to keep warm. One balo in
arms died from exposure.
LATER PARTICULARS. *
CINCINNATI, Sept. 9.—A special dis
patch from Washington Court House
says : Mrs. Mollie Jones, Edith Floyd,
Ella Forsha, Jennie Forsha and Flora
Carr were killed, and Hurbert Taggart,
James Jackson and John C. Van Pelt
are supposed to be fatally injured. Fu 1 -
ly 300 persons were hurt. The loss will
exceed $1,000,000. The council has ap
pointed a relief committee. The mili
tia are guarding the stores whose con
tents are all exposed. Washington C.
11. is a town of about 4,000 inhabitants.
THE TRACK OF THE TORNADO.
CINCINNATI, 0., Sept. 9.—Advices
from CircleviJle, Ohio, state that last
night a totnado passed through the
country soutli of that place, unroofing
houses and blowing down fences and
trees. A very heavy rain fall accom
panied the storm.
A Strong Cigar.
'Don't care if I do.stranger. Thanks.
Strong ? Yes, tolerable. Strongest
cigar I ever smoked ? [Puff, puff.]
No, taiu't. [Puff, puff.J Not by a
long shot. What was the strongest ci
gar I ever smoked ? Well, I'll tell you.
It was so strong that it knocked some
of my teeth out. You don't belieye it?
Wait till you hear the particulars. It
was way back in '65. I was with the
army of the Potomac, and were closing
up on Lee in liiehmond. I was on
picket duty one night ,when I got hank
erin' for a cigar. It was agin orders to
smoke on the picket line,but I couldn't
stand It. and I dived down into the
trench and lit my weed. Then 1 re
turned to my beat, puffing away happy
as could be. It was a very dark night,
an' everything quiet, an' I was just
flatterin' myself that there was no dan
ger in a smoke when whish I bang ! and
that cigar of mine went to pieces an' I
felt a prickly pain in my mouth. I felt,
an a couple o' teeth were gone. Pretty
strong cigar that, eh ? Loaded? No;
but the rifle of that 'ere Johnny reb
sharpshooter was, and right here on
my cheek is where the ball cum out. If
the ash hadn't fell off that cigar I
would have two more teeth in my head
to-day.'— Chicago Herald,
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A VERY HAPPY FAMILY.
IIOW A POLANDER GETS ALONG WITH
HIS COW,HULL CALF,PONY,CIIICE - ,
KN9,WIFE AND CHILD.
An Alderny cow, a heifer, a bull calf",
four dogs, eleven cats, a pony,a- variety
of poultry, Stanislaus Muzowski, Mrs,
Mirzowski, Miss Mirzowski and Mrs,
Mtrzowski's mother are residents of q
shanty in the most picturesque part of
the West End, known as Polacktown.
Mr. Mirzowski came to this country
fifteen years ago, bringing with hits all
the attributes and tastes of his father
land. He first settled in New York,
and for a while led a struggling exist
ence, sharing his humble abode with a
porcine favorite and diligently tilling
the patch of land he had purchased
with the little money he acquired by
persevering economy. By degrees for
tune smiled on him, and so did a maid- p
en of his adopted country'. Marriage
ensued, and the banishment of the por
cine fayorite from the Mirzowski fire
side was the first act of the blushing
bride. The unhappy pig speedily de
veloped into bacon aud other succulent,
substances, the last trace of him being
lost in several pounds.of country Sau
A year or two after the Mirzowski
menage,now increased by the arrival of
a baby girl, was removed to Pittsburg
and housed in Polacktown, where
Stanislaus set up in business as a re
mover and hauler of furniture. But
the absence of four-footed denizene in
his household created a void in the
feelings of Stanislaus, and so one day
he went out and returned with a heifer
calf of the Alderny breed, which he in
stalled in the connubial bed-chamber.
Mis. Mirzowski, being a woman of tol
eration did not object. So, by degrees,
a dog or two, a cat or two, or a fowl or
so were added to the establish
still Mrs. Mirzowski did not complain.
The infant daughter played with the
animals, and a monthly account was
opened with a neighboring manufactur
er of flea poison. The heifer grew up,
and was sent into the country for a
change of air, returned, and shortly" af
ter produced a calf, aud Mrs. Mirzow
ski began to believe she was Hying in a
circus. But at last her patience gave
way. One evening her husband return
ed home later than usual, a yiolent
clattering followed his footsteps up the
stairs. He entered the room leading a
tiny urown foal by the halter, and fast
ened it to the bed post. The long en
during wife was short but decisive in
her remonstrance. - ;
'Stanislaus,'she cried, 'this ain't no
menagerie, no zoological garden, no
Noah's ark. Either them animals go
or I do.'
Stanislaus did not argue the matter.
He had enough in a long stocking hid
den between the cow's fadder to find
other quarters for his household pets,
and so he rented the shanty he and his
family occupy at present. A visit paid
to liira found him milking his cows, a
second calf having been added to his
A variety of dogs greeted the visitor
on his approach,a barrier of teeth oppos
ing further progress until the little girl
came to bid him enter. A table With
tea cups and the remnants of supper
was on one side of the entrance. An
open partition on the other side disclos
ed a cooking stove and accompanying
paraphernalia of pots and pans. Cats
reposed in all directions,mixed up with
dogs. The heifer was lying down.with
its head under the table; the calf was
tied up iu a corner, while its dam was
being milked. In the opposite corner
the pony was quietly munching his hay,
while a chicken or two roosted on his
back. The little girl looked fresh and
happy, and was evidently on perfectly
intimate terms with the animals. Mar
zowski appeared the picture of content
'lt looks like a farm in the city,don't
it V' he asked in broken English.
'Do you sleep here ?'
'Well, no. We sleep in that place
yonder. You see, the missus don't
like it, but we are here all day long.
Now, if you could pulldown them
houses, and grow some grass and a few
trees around here, why you couldn't
wish for more.'
'But do you make any money .'out of
your animals ?'
'Of course. The cows give milk, and
the chickens eggs, while the pony does
his share with the light cart. I work
at hauling, while my wife and girl look
after things here. All things consider
ed, we make a good living and manage
to be happy.
Geueral Washington went fishing
at least once. And on that occasion
he canght a trout at least four inches
long. While down at the corner gro
cery in the evening, after returning
from his angling tour, he was asked
how much the tront weighed, when he
uttered those memorable words, viz.: *
"I cannot tell a lie. It weighed seven
teen and a half pounds."
A woman who thinks for herself is .
weak, but a woman who thinks for a* .
nother is decidedly strong.