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Beaver & gephart, Attorneys-at-Law, Bellkfonte, Pa. Office on Alleghany Street. North of High Street HOUSE, Allegheny St., Bsllefonte, Pa. o. G. McMILLEN, PROPRIETOR. Good Samnle Room on First Floor. Free Buss to and lxow all trains. Special rates to witnesses and Jurors. /rjUMMINS HOUSE, BISHOP STREET, BKLLETONTE, PA., EMANUEL BROWN, FBOPBIBTOB House newly rofltted and refurnished. Ck Mtllietiw Bkrantal R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 59 That Ti'ee in the Road. "Mr. Walton I return the flowers which you had the impudence to send to my daughter. Ido not consider you a fit person to be on friendly terms with her, and your attention must cease im mediately. If you are a gentleman yon will obey my wishes at. once. Respectfully, GEO. WILMONT." "Papa ! You are not—" Carrie Wilmont paused, the note she had been reading clutched tightly in her hand, with surprise and alarm depicted on every feature. Mr. Wilmont regarded her yery stern ly for a moment. "I shall return those flowers with that note," he said.motioniug to a clus ter of violets on the table. "I forbid you to have anything more to do wij,h that fellow. 1 am surprised that a daughter of mine,who has been brought up as carefully as you have been, has no better sense than to allow such a man to be dangling at her heels. Why, Caroline, it is disgraceful !" And he brought his hand down emphatically on the table. Mr. Wilmont seldom addressed his daughter by her full name. She now glanced up indignantly. "Yes, utterly disgraceful! I would rather see you in your grave than his wife. He is a scapegrace—a drunken puppy—and con't you dare to haye any thing more to do with him I Give me that note 1" Carrie hesitated a moment, crump ling it nervously in her hand. "Carrie 1" said her father, reproving ly. With a sudden burst of tears, she threw it on the table aud left the li brary. Mr. Wilmont gazed after her in astonishment. "I declare 1 I never dreamed that the affair had gone so far," he exclaimed. "Might you not haye been mistaken in young Waldon ?" asked Mrs. Wil mout, her mother heart sympathizing with her daughter. "I have met him when he called,'and he appears to be a nice young man." "Oh, yes ! He is one of your smooth talkers,and you women are easily hood winked. He is a nephew of Col.Usher, and comes of excellent family, but is utterly devoid of principle. I did not know that he was so intimate with Carrie, until my partner expressed his surprise at our allowing his visits ; and I made jnquiries, and was shocked to learn what a character he bears. He is no fit husband for any girl, and I can't imagine what Carrie sees in him, when there are so many promising young men she might have." Meantime, up in her own room the culprit sat, a pretty picture of despair. She was a dainty little creature, and no wonder that many had fallen victims to her charms; but lo only one had she giyen encouragement—Robert Waldon. Just the night before she had promised to be his wife, believing that her father would not intei fere with her happiness. But her hopes bad been suddenly dis pelled that morning. "What I give up Robert ? Never I Never!" she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands. "He is not a worth less scapegrace 1 Ob, it is so cruel I Just when I was so happy ! And he ! what will he think when be gets that note ?" And her tears fell fast. Robert Waldon was surprised ; he dropped the letter on his desk as though it were a live coal. "By Jove I I don't see what it means," he exclaimed. "Not a fit per son to be on friendly terms with his daughter ! 1 don't think that she will agree with him. What could he have heard against my character ? And he gazed around his office, as if expecting an answer from the piles of books. He was an intelligent-looking young man, with a fine, open countenance, and if giyen to the vices which Mr. Wilmont had mentioned, certainly did notshowit. Now his brow was con tracted as if in deep thought. A few hours before be had sent the flowers to Carrie Wilmont,little expecting to have them returned, and especially by the rich merchant himself—the one whose good opinion he was most desirous of obtaining. It is not to be expected that Carrie would submit quietly to her father's wishes. She felt sure that he would not be so cruel as to separate her and Robert Waldon, when he learned that she could not be happy without him ; she would beg him to reconsider his de cision. But he was stern and determ ined, and Carrie would make no prom ises, consequently the interview was very unsatisfactory to both. Then a stolen meeting with Robert Waldon, and she told him all. "I cannot understand it, Carrie,why those charges are not true. I will go to him and ask for an explanation," he said, angrily. "Oh, don't 1 It will only make mat ters worse,tor he is very angry," plead ed Carrie, knowing that both were has ty, and she had reason to dread a meet ing. So Robert Waldon reluctantly promised. This was the beginning, and other meetings followed which were nappi- MILLHEIM PA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5., 1885. ness to both. Again Cariie went to her father, but he was immovable. Then the lovers decided on a plan ; it was not original, but had served many others under the same circum stances. They would elope. "I cannot give you the wealth to which you are accustomed, Carrie," Waldon said, "but I can make you | comfortable, and my love shall try to atone for the rest. Sometimes I tldnk it is wiong to take you from your beau tiful home, lest you should regret it. But, darling, I cannot give you up." "It is not money that makes happi ness, Robert, and I know you will not disappoint me in proving that my par ents are mistaken about you. For as much as I love you, it would kill me if they would not forgive me. "I shall not disappoint you," Waldon answered, decidedly. So it was settled, and a moonlight night agreed upon. A week passed, and Mr. Wilmont began to relent, and offered to take Carrie out driving one evening, but she refused on the plea of a headache,and went early to her room. "Strange ! That girl is still moping about that fellow, and he was drunk last night. But Carrie says it is not true,aud that someone is trying to ruin his character. It is shameful I I would lock hei up if I thought there was dan ger of her meeting that villain !" And Mr. Wilmont paced excitingly to and fro. After the pretty invalid had gone to her room, instead of retiring she don ned a traveling dress and took her place at a window, with a large valise, pack ed to its utmost capacity, lying at her feet. Iler room faced the lawn, and she had no fear of being seen by any chance passer-by. The town clock struck nine, and she became nervous. Presently a shrill imitation of a cricket sounded from among the trees ; there was a flutter of a handkerchief—and then Robert Waldon came boldly under the window. "Carrie I" he said, softly. "Yes, Robert." And she stepped out on the roof of the portico and drop ped the valise to Waldon. "Be caieful.darling 1" came from be low, as she stepped from the roof to a tree close by. "Yes, Robert." Aud she slowly de scended. "Hurry, pet J" said Waldon,nervous ly, as she paused. She did hurry—stepping on a branch which was not strong,and with a crash it fell to the ground. Waldon sprang forward and caught her. "Are you hurt, darling ?" "No, no ! Oh, Robert, they have heard us I*' she exclaimed, as a light was seen rapidly moying along the li brary windows. Waldon lifted her in his arms and dashed back among the trees, leaving the valise where he had dropped it. lie had a horse and buggy close by. "They are in my room—they know it! Oh, what shall we do ?" And Carrie clutched Waldon's arm. "I think we are safe now," he an swered, as his swift horse dashed down the road. They had decided to go to an adjoin ing town, and be married by a mutual friend. They knew that Mr. Wilmont would pursue them, and their only hope was in the speed of their horse. They had gone several miles without hearing any one in pursuit, and were congratulating themselves that their troubles were over, when they came iu sight of a dark object across the road which proved to do a large tree blown down by||a storm. Here was a dilem ma; on one side the road descended by a steep bank to a creek below, and on the other rose a rocky bluff, and if they turned back thev were liable to meet those in pursuit. While they were deciding what was best for them to do, they suddenly heard horses rapidly approachincr; they glanced at each other in dismay. "btop there, you villain !" shouted a stern voice. "Oh, Robert, it is father I What shall we do !" And Carrie sprang from the buggy and stood beside Waldon, who had been examining the road. "You're a dead man I" and the quick report of a revolver followed,but,thanks to Mr. Wilmont's excitement, the ball went wide of its mark, and the culprit stood unharmed. "Mr. Wilmont, I love your daughter, and she is mine through life or death. You may kill me if you wish, but you shall not separate us." Robert Waldon's voice had not a tremor in it as,with head proudly erect, and one arm thrown protectingly a rouud Carrie,he stood in the moonlight —a noble picture of man's love. " Who—wh—what 1" exclaimed Mr. Wilmont, lowering his revolver, "why, this is not the man." "Isn't whom ?" asked Tom Lawton, who now rride up to his uncle. "Why, Col. Usher's nephew," he falt ered. "Oh, papa ! Did you think it was he ? Why,this is Robert Waldon," and Carrie laughed shyly. "Well, well, I never! I believe I made a mistake." "Rob, old boy, you have had a nar row escape." And Tom Lawtonjshook A PAPER FOR THE HOME CHICLE. Waldon's hand heartily. "Uncle Wil mont, this gentleman is a particular friend of mine, and 1 congratulate you. Ills name is Waldon,while you mistook him for James Waldron." "I only went by the last name, and I thought—well it was a mistake. Bless me, sir, I never know you were sweet on Cariie," said Mr. Wilmont, seizing Waldou's hand. "Why, I haye not the least objection to you aud you may have my little girl, tor she has caused me a great deal of trouble the last few weeks and perhaps you can inauage her better than I can. I saw you in court this morning when you vvou that case, and Iknow you will make your way. But 1 never expected- to make your ac quaintance in this manner." Aud he laughed. The returning home was qqjde differ ent from the leaving. Mr. wilmont and his nephew rode alongside the bug gy; they were, as Tom Lawton said, 'escorting the conquering heroes home,' A month later they had joined hands under 'ess difficult circumstances, and the heretofore haish parent witnessed tho ceremony. But although they were very happy, the young folks could not help feeling a trifle disappointed, for it would have been so romantic,you know, if their first attempt had not been frustrated by that tree in the road. The Fighting Parson of Texas. Texas has still some pioneer preach ers. The San Angela paper reports briefly a sermon deliveied some time since in that place by Andrew Jackson Potter, the fighting parson. Among other things he saih : "I have preAch ed out here on the frontier for the past 10 years, and I have lived and support ed a large family. 1 must say,though, I (got most of my support from the cowboys. Y'ears ago, where the town of Uvalade now stands, I haye skipped from thicket to thicket iu my endeav ors to escape from the leaden bullets that were flying around in order to reach a little old log school-house where I could praach to a few women and children. Now, look at Uvalade to-day, with its five fine churches, whose spires point heavenward. I went to Fort Clark to preach several years ago, and started in without a church member, and at the end of twelve months I quit without a mem ber. I thought that was the hardest place I had struck. One day just after the boys had been paid off, I was walk ing up the street aud noticed a lot of soldiers and gamblers collected in front of a saloon. As I was passing one of them hollered : "Hullo parson !" I went across, and they asked me to preach, saying that this was the big gest crowd I'd ever have the opportu nity to talk to in Brackett. I said : 'Gentlemen, preaching is my business, but I always make it a rule before be ginning to take up a collection.' Tak ing off my hat I started around. All that I presented the hat to threw in 50 cents until I came to a young gambler. He looked at tbe hat,shook his head, saying : 'Parson, I'd like to chip in,but I'm busted.' I got more money in that place than any I have been in. Holding services at a place one time I took up a collection for the support of missions. There was a poor old lady present who I noticed dropped a $5 gold piece in the hat. I knew she was very poor and not able to afford so much, and thought she had intended to throw in a quarter, but had made a mistake. So next day I met her hus band and said to him : 'Look here, your wife put a $5 gold piece in the hat yesterday. I think she must have made a mistake.' 'No, no,* he replied, 'my wife didn't mane no mistake. She don't fling often, but let me tell when she flings she flings.' " He Was Unfortunate. A venerable tramp entered an Aus - tin business house and said to the pro prietor; "I am the most unfortunate man in the world. Please do something for me." "I don't know who you are," replied the merchant. "You may be an im positer." "Here is a certificaie from Parson Jordan, of Galveston, that I am a hard working, honest man, who has been unfortunate." "A certificate from Parson Jordan, of Galveßton?" asked the merchant. "Yes.sir here it is," replied the men dicant, handing the merchant a paper. The merchant looked at the paper and said; "Parson Jordan, of Galveston, is my brother. I know his signature yery well and his signature ou that certifi cate is forged." "Just as I expected," whined the mendicant. "I told you I was the most unfortunate man in the world, ijust think of me coming to the brother of Parson Jordan, of all the people in the town, and showing him that forged certificate, when there is not i another man in Austin who knows 1 his signature.—Texas Siftinqs. Not the Old Days. The boat was almost ready to leave the ba ;k at Cincinnati when he came aboard. Tie had a sanctimonious face, a white choker, a frock coat, and tho meek and humble expression of his face was good to see. Somebody said he was a Baptist preacher. The gangplank was being hauled in when the other appeared. He was just ns sanctimonious ; lie chokered the same; he sadly smiled as the mate cussed his eyes for not being on hand two min utes sooner. Somebody said he was a Methodist minister. After the boat got off tho two bum ble-faced went about among the pass engers, shaking the hand of good will aud speaking soft words. There were only a few of us, and tbe crowd was soon sized up. By and by I went to ray stateroom. The window was open, and I heard voices. The two sad smilers were talk ing. "Well ?*' queries one. "Cussed poor" crowd 1" mournfully replied the other. "Don't believe there's a dollar to be made," sighs the first. "Nor I, either. Shall we go down to Caira ?" "Not by a blanked sight ! We'll drop off at the first stop and try high way robbery. If it's got to such a pass that a feller can't raise a chip or two at an honest game of poker on a steam boat, we might as well go out or busi ness I ; ' And the two meek and lowly chaps shouldered their sad and resigned ex pressions of countenance, and went down stairs to dodge the clerk. "Grossest Man in Alabama," "De crossest man n Alabama lives dar," said the driver as we approached a way-side home, near Selma, Ala., to ask accommodations for the night. At supper, and after it, "mine host" scowled at every one, fouud fault with everything earthly, and I was wonder iug if lie would not grow if the heaven ly halo didn't fit him, when incidental mention being made of the comet of 1882, he said: "I didn't like its form, its tail should have been fanshaped!" But, next morning, he appeared half offended at our offering pay for his hos pitality 1 My companion, however, made him accept as a present a sample from his case of goods. Six weeks later,l drew upai the same house. The planter stepped lithely from the porch, and greeted me cor dially, I could scarcely believe that this clear-complexioned, bright-eyed, animated fellow, aud the morose being of a few weeks,were the same. lie in quired after my companion of the form er visit and regretted he was not with me. "Yes," said his wife, "we are both much indebted to him." "How?" I asked, in surprise. "For this wonderful change in my husband. Your friend when leaving, handed him a bottle of Warner's safe cure. He took it, aud two other bot ties,and now—"."And now," he broke in,"from an ill-feeling, growing old dear, I am healthy and so cheerful my wife declares she has fallen in love with me again." It has made over again a thousand love matches, and keeps sweet the tem pers of the family circle everywhere. The odd Escape from a Bear. The farmers in the vicinity of Newry do not try to keep many sheep. One of them went up the mountain with a yoke of oxen to haul out some timber not long ago. A very large and hungry bear appeared on the scene and rushed at tbe cattle witli open moutli and eyes full of fury. The oxen snorted and started on a wild gallop down the steep mountain. The farmer's judgement was as good as his cattlejs. lie had nothing with him with which to de fend himself, and he had to think lively to devise away to escape. lie did an amusing but brilliant thing. Running between the oxen he caught hold of the ring in the yoke and dangled there till the oxen had carried him to the foot of the mountain and out of the reach of the bear. The old growler jumped and snarled around the oxen's flanks and lore their hides, but could not reach the man between them banging on for dear life. — Lewistown [Me.] Journal. Looking to the Future. She hadn't made up her mind about it, and they were so widely, oh,so wide ly separated—in the parlor—from each other; maybe as much as three feet. There was a passive smile fringed with doubt between them. She was engaged in deep meditation with herself and was looking on the floor, when he said: "Matilda, why not give an answer to my proposal ?" "Why, I was just thinking how you will look when you get old,"she though t lully replied. Terms, SIOO per Year, in Advance. JOSH BILLINGS. Death of the Noted Humorist— Sketch of hia Life. Henry W.Bhaw,tho humorist,known to the literary world ns 'Josh Billings' died at Monterey, Oaf., the other morning, from a stroke of apoplexy#* Tho body was embalmed and sent East. Mr. Shaw was sixty-fire years old,having l)ecn born in Lanos borougb, Berkshire county, Mass., in 1820. He resided in his native until he had reached the age of fourteen when he went West and for several years lead a frontier life, being en gaged in the various occupations of steering steamboats, keeping a coun try store- sod beting as auctioneer in the small Western towns and cities. Finally, becoming weary o1 this ir regular life,and being desirous of giv ing bis daughters a better odueation than the limited facilities in the West at that time afforded, Mr. Shaw in 1805 removed to Poughkeepsie, N. Y.. and devoted himself to editing a small paper. It was while engaged in this work that he wrote the first humorous article which attracted at tention, principally by its phonetic spelling. He called it "Essa on the Mule." It was extensively copied, and the name of Josh Billings soon became known throughout the land. From that time until his death his career was one of continual financial success. One weekly paper alone in New York paid him SIOO a week for a halifcolumn of matter, and his lec tures brought him in a large and steady revenue. In 18T3 he began the pnblication of bis "Farmers' Almanac,"a book which in its second year had a sale of 121,000 copies, and in ten years had netted the author and publisher $30,000 each. Mr. Shaw's humor, says a New York paper, was hidden in, and did not consist in mere phonetic spelling, and underneath the bad spelling of his proverbs and aphorismo there is at times a depth of wisdom and philoso phy which entitles him to a higher place in the world of letters than that of a simple humorist. He was a throughly domestic man, fond of his home and his family, and in his daily life showed none of that eccentricity which his writings would induce the reader to attribute to him. He wore his hair long,not from liter ary affect ion, but to hide a physical defect. Putting on Style. A couple of well dressed country Jakes strolled into a celebrated New York restaurant, sat down at a table, and glanced about, making a remark ably unsuccessful attempt to appear at home. "Gentlemen, what do you wish?" asked the waiter, handing them the bill of fare. They looked at each other and then at the bill of tare, but they could not find out what they wanted. The wait er become a trifle impatient. Just at this crisis a gentleman, probably a Frenchman, who was eating his din ner, called out: "Waiter, un vurre d'ean." "Give me one of,them too,"said one of the countrymen. "One of what?" "A verdon." The waiter smiled, disappeared, and returned in a moment with a glass containing some transparent fluid. "Tho same for me," said country man number two. Once more the waiter disappeared, and in a short time brought the de sired refreshment. The two strangers looked at their glasses, then sipped the contents and gazed inquiringly at each other. "Calculate you have to drink thie here stuff a long while before you like it," remarked Jake number one. "It don't brace a feller up worth a cent, but here she goes." The two glasses were emptied, and then, with a very majestic air, one of them thumped on the table. The waiter came. "What's the damage?" "Nothing at all f sir." "We ain't doing New Yoak on the cheap plan," and he squeezed a nickle into the waiter's palm. ' When they got out on Broadway, one of them said: "Jedediabjif I didn't know that ere, stuff was verdough, I,d swear it was water." NO. 43. ST!) U 3 If'RubJwiippr* ordetf the of newspapers, the publishers may eontrape to send them until all arrearapes are pahl. Jf subsertheqrf refuse Or. uegieet h> tafce their newspapers from theeffloe to w h teh t hey a re sent theyore held reapopslhle until they haveß itled forming the publisher, and the newspapers are 1 wk. II mo. I 3 mos. 8 nios. Iym 1 square ■ ■'' jw VSK | \l 3 Olio Rich maJfje asMkie. Administrator* and K\('rutor*HßiUgfl|Hß Transient adver tlsementsand locatSnlßoJrfl per Hue for firs each addlttou- lu tin' first place he was fifty) years old, bald headed,and ought to have been ashamed of himself. In the next, he probably had a wife and four or; flye children in Clevehind and he had no business running after strange godf on a trains* &*0 I WW# . There, were about t wen in theewteh, and -df these frrt# five were females. Tne one who laid over all the rest for ydnth, good" tboks, and a far-away look in her eyejL had a seat in her eyes, had a seat srff r ff#wf*4ind she seemed disposed