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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.
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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<W peruse a dime
novel* u f * f t- d J afwsßtJfe®Jl
This oh) bald bead, this old masher
in human form, on whose wrinkled
forehead the kiss of a fond wife could
yet be for sixty cente on the dollar, got
his eyes on that girl at an earl)# dite,
and the couuuetor-had scarcely made
his round befute he Walked up the aisle
and plumped down beside M 0 She
betrayed her surprise and maidenly
modesty, Indeed, she looked too coy
and,sweet for anything.
The old masher began
himself fully at home, ane aftei a
the girl seemed to enjoy his company.
Tne rest of us did pity her from the
bottom of oar hearts. So young ! 8o
unsophisticated 1 So ready to fall Into
the net being spread for her by that old
gravel-roofed hyena 1, f
It might haye hcen half an hOtfr af
ter he slit down when we saw the back
of his neck flush to a deep red, sacceed -
ed by a palenees Which would have put
roller flour way baok alongside of tor.
Hud he found a carpet tack V Did the
motion of the cars make him seasick ?
Then we saw her shake Iter head to
emphasize her words, and pretty soon
1 the old masher pulled out Ms wallet
and counted SSO, and put the bills in
her hand. This was no sooner accom
plished than he bobled up, returned to
his original seat, and sat down with a
"D n it!" which was hoard all over
the car.
The girl counted the money twice 0-
ver, nodded her head as she finished,
and the bills went down behind the
lace at her throat.
Old bald head l But wasn't he mad?
He snorted and kicked and scraped,
and nobody dared go near him until
the train reaped Dayton snl the sad'
eyed girl got off. Tbeu he spouted.
Says he :
"Durn my buttons 1 but we were
talking away as sweet a sugar when -
she suddenly says .
" 'Mister I want fifty dollars !' "
" 'Not of me 1' "
" -You bet 1' "
" 'Cause why ?' " ~
" * 'Cause if you don't I'll stand np
here end scream out that you have in
sulted me ! The men on this car will
not only punch your old bald bead ua
til it will ache for the next six months,
but your name will get into the papers
and yonr dear wife hold a surprise par
ty over your remains. Come down I'
"She bad me. I forked oyer."
Every listener realized that he was
telling the solemn truth, and every
man gasped out:
"By the great horn spoon J"
SAVAGE SEA ELEPHANTS.
Marine Monsters that Bite off and
Throw Rooks.
"Did you ever meet with a sea ele
phant, captain f"
"Oh, yes. Up 'round Behriog's
straits I've often seen them, and they
are tough fellows, too," replied Cap
tain Gilderdale to the reporter of the
New Haven News.
"Are they hard to kill ?" *
"No ; it's eaßy enough killing 'em,
but when they are dying they kick up a
great fuss. With their little short
teeth I've seen 'em bite off a piece of
rock as a spittoon and throw it at a
man with fearful force. I fuund one
on a reef one day, and as we n a eded
some more oil I ordered the boat steer
er to make for the gulley way in the
rocks where he was. We came right
up to biro, put an iron into him and
hauled him after us in to clear water.
"Then I got into the bow right un
der his nose, when he grabbed the bow
of the boat in his teeth and tore away
a streak fore and aft. He bit off the
ends of three"lances, and another he
soaped out of my hands and tried to
throw it at us. Once he made a snap
at me with his head, throwing me right
into the boat on my back. I picked
up a hatchet, and with my two hands
buried it in his head up to the handle*
It killed him outright."
"He was twenty-five feet long, and
gave two dozen barrels of oil. We
made blanket sheets of his blubber,
cutting it into pieces three feet square.
Then piercing a hole in the centre of
each blopk and running through a spun
rope we made a raft of them and towed
it to the ship. The usual way to kill a
sea-elephant used to be to run right tap
to him, hit him under the jaw with an
oar, which would make him raise up
his head, when we would fire right dp
through his mouth into the brain."