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"All right, mother ; I can milk old speckieas well as not; ai.d then we have only to close up things for the night. Pete •managed to get the hay down before he got himself down, but I do think he is the most awkward,un lucky creature that we ever had ou the place. Here It isn't a week since he almost cut his thumb off, and its a mercy he didn't burn the house up yes terday, when he went and started the great fire in the fireplace without ever taking the boards off the chimney !" "Yes, that's so ; he does seem a bit unbalanced ; but I feel sorry for the poor fellow. He's groaning dreadful with his leg, and won't let me do a thing for it; says he has got it wrapped up and thinks it will get easier after he gets to bed. I gave him some liniment for it and he went to his room, and now comes this dispatch from Jim, and no one to go to the station with his lunch." "Never mind, mother ; we'll fix it somehow," answered pretty, brown eyed Milly, as she bustled about, put ting on her waterproof and overshoe preparatory to finishing the chores,and the darkness hid the rosy flush with which she said as the fiist tinking stiearns of milk made music in the tin pail: "Mother, I believe I can carry Jim's luuch down to him myself 1" "Mercy, Milly ! I'd never dare to let you I— the night so dark, and the road so long and lonely 1 No, indeed, child; Jim would never allow it." "I know, but it is too bad for the poor fellow to go without his supper this cold, bleak night, aud I know ev ery inch of the way with my eyes shut.' Mrs. Hosmer shivered a little as she drew her shawl closer agaiust the keen autumn blast, and one could see that her resolution wavered a little. "A cup of nice, hot coffee from home would seem sort of cheerful to him," she said, in a meditating tone, "and it's proper kind of you to make the of fer, child; but I doubt it's being safe for you going so far alone." "Nobody would be likely to be out such a night as this, unless it should be some of the neighboring farmers, and even if there were *the darkness would bide me." "I'm afraid to let you go, Milly. I've heard of tramps, and—" "I'll jell you, mother, I'll take Jim's revolver ! He left it in his room the last time be was at home." "Well," began Mrs. Hosmer, doubt fully, "though you'd never dare to use it." "Yes, I would,,if I really needed to!" responded Milly ; "so let us call it set tled, and go in and get.something nice put up for lunch." Really pleased down in her maternal heart for this regard for her son's com fort, Mrs. Hosmer gave a reluctant consent ; for Jiui was her only and al most idolized child, little M illy being ouly the daughter of a dear dead friend whose child Mrs. Hosmer had gladly taken to her home and heart. The farm was small and Jim detest ed farming, so a man was always em ployed on the place, while ambitious Jim risked life and limb as an engin eer. He was now a handsome,stalwart fellow of twenty-six, whose broad shoul ders, bronzed face, and merry eyes were secretly enshrined in Milly's heart as her ideal of all that was noble and manly. As for Jim, he, too, had an ideal, and often as he sat waiting on his engine he-pictured a future fireside to which be could turn for rest instead of to bis barren boarding house, and the woman's face that always smiled his welcome in its light was wonderful ly like the little picture of Milly that he always carried in the pocket of his blue flannel shirt. Many a time the engine light shone over the sweet face as it lay on his grim palm at Jnteryals of work, and Jim would whisper, soft ly, "By and by, little girl," as he care fully slipped it back where it beat with every beat of his heart. Woikiog fait hfully and steadily, se cretly laying the foundation of that ideal home, Jim had gained the respect and confidence of his employers and was on the road to promotion. But his work now was somewhat varied, and when the busy season came and freight was moving freely, he often ran a "wild train" through Rockfield, as the little place was called, where a station had been erected for the accom modation of the surrounding farmers. On these occasions he generally sent home a dispatch,as in the present case, and on return found a tempting lunch waiting his coming, and sometimes, if the weather was fine, got a glimpse of MILLHEIM PA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20., 1885. Mil'y and his mother and a moment's chat. His dispatch to-night read : "Run through Kocklleld to-night just ahead of ten o'clock ex press, reach ing there about a quarter of ten." "I will start only just in tune to got there as the train arrives," said Milly, as they made the coffee and frizzled some slices of ham; "If I walk fast I can get there iu fifteen minutes, aud I don't belieyo the coffee jean get cold in that time, all wrapped up in this big bottle and shut up in the pail." "You might carry it in a little pail and sot it on the stove in the station till Jim comes," suggested Mrs. Hos mer. "I don't believe there would be a (ire there; aud besides, I would rather not go in. I can't bear Tom Kennedy's comments or company. I shall just stop under the porch till the train comes, and then I can hand Jim the lunch-pail and slip away before any one notices me." "Maybe that would be best," assert ed Mrs. Hosmer, who knew how disa greeable the attentions of the sandy haired young station agent were to her adopted daughter. "But, Milly, do be careful and take care of yourself. If anything should happen to you I should never forgive myself—never ! In fact, I have half a mind not to let you go.af ter all." "What 1 with this for company ?" said Milly, gaily, showing the revolver clutched tightly under her waterproof ; "what a foolish mamma 1 Now good bye 1 I shall be back before you know it." Aud with a kiss Milly disappear ed in the dismal drizzle with a skip, and a good little laugh as soon as she was out of sight at the thought of see ing Jim. Arriving at her destination, she soft ly crept up into the shelter of a deep doorway and looked down the track, where she expected even now to see the distant light of Jim's engine. But not the faintest gleam was visible. Sur prised, she crept along and peered in at the clock through the station win dow. The hands pointed to half-past nine. "That stupid old clock !" she ex claimed, petulantly,as she slipped back to her hiding place, "we might have known it would be too fast or too slow; it never is right, except by accident. Now Jim's coffee will be as cold as a stone—and I too, for that matter i" she added, shivering and drawing clos er into the corner out of the wind. But the next moment the sound of low voices almost at her side sent her beart'lnto her throat, and at the next bound her blood flew through her veins like fire. "Don't turn cussed fool now," ex claimed a gruff voice in a hoarse under tone. "It's jx little late to turn soft hearted just when the gamo is ours ; and I ain't no hand to put up with no nonsense, you know that, Bill." 4, 1 don't mean nothing—only if I was sure there wouldn't be no women and little children—specially little chil dren—ever since little Tlllle died—" "Now, bother that 1" angrily inter rupted the other, with a fierce oath. "If I'd supposed you'd ever turn out such a chicken-livered coward I'd seen you starve before I'd have taken yon into this. But it is too late now; there is a cool fifty thousand on that express train to night, and I'll have it or die. You do your part and share the plun der, or you back down and I'll put an end to you. But you shau't stop me— I'll see to that, Bill." "Jest give me a pull at the flask and I'll be all right. I never desert a friend, you know that, old fellow." "All right, then," said the other, now molified; "let's get to work. Mike is at his post, isn't he ?" "Yes,jest the other side of the build ing. If that station chap sets foot out side before we've had time to finish our work Mike will send a bullet into that sorrel top of his before you could wink. He will meet us at the old oak ten min utes after the train is due, and we'll be off. Now let's go up to the cut and get them rocks down on to the track mighty lively. There ain't much time to .spare.'.' 1 As they noiselessly moved away the man's last whisper rang in Milly'a ears like a death-knell. Sure there was not "much time to spare 1" Of course, they knew nothing of Jim's train, that would, within a few minute 3, come rushing into the death trap they were to set. And she could give no alarm. The express never did more than slight ly slack its speed to drop some package on the platform; no one was at the sta tion except the sleepy agent, all uncon scious of the terrible guard that stood beside him ; long before she could get the nearest neighbor there it would be too late—all these thoughts rushed litre lightning through Milly's distracted brain. There was no one to know or to aid but God and herself. She lifted her eyes to the starless skv in mute ap peal, then turned and sped like a deer through the darkness toward the spot chosen for this dreadful deed. Well A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE. was it that she knew, as by instinct, every step of this ground,even the very rocks piled on the edge of the rocky gourge, that now were meant for the crushing out of human life. Only at Jim's last visit she had walked with him here to this very spat. Now, as she approached, she heard a heavy, grinding sound and the subdued, pant ing exclamations of the men as they strove to move the heavy stones from their beds. "By the Eternal I there she comes 1 they've changed the time I Quick now, with this biggest one I" Poor Milly I she knew what light was drawing so fearfully near. Not the express, but the engine of the man she loved better than her own life. She drew near to the pantiug, cursing men, till she felt as it they could hear her heart beat, then, as they cried. "Now 1 over with it 1" she breathed, "O Jim ! my darling 1 my darling I" and fired two swift shots at the men before her. A groan and a cry of rage told her that'she had not failed in her aim. The train passed swiftlv by below her and assured her that her lover was safe ; then she sank down in a little, quiver ing heap in the darkness. Nothing mattered now. Those dreadful wretch es might find and tear her to atoms now if need be; she had saved the man she loved, and that was enough. But a moment or two she rallied, a9 the cool rain beat upon her face, and rose softly to her feet. She must see him now at all hazzards ; she must see and tell him all or she could not live. She flew over the ground like a mad creature. Nothing held her flight un til she reached the train, where Jim's face shone upon her from the engine cab, and she fell with a speechless gasp beside it. In a moment she was in Jim's arms, someone brought brandy and dropped some upon her cold lids, and after awhile she heard Jim's tender words as he held and kissed her, and then sat op, pale and trembling, to tell her story. But the express stopped that night, and when it went on it bore with it the two wretches who had jought to destroy it with its precious 'reight of life, and left a heavy purst for brave Milly, a contribution from t\ grateful passengers whose lives she had saved. On going to the top of the cut the men had been found pinioned by the rock that they had partly lifted to hurl upon the track helow. Milly's Dullet had gone through the arm of the one called "Bill." As his hold relaxed,the heavy rock had rolled back upon their legs, holding them both prisoners, The second man was Pete, Mrs. Hosmer's hired hand. Mike had disappeared. But Milly was the heroine of many a day, and when, soon after, she was a bout to become Jim'? happy wife, she got a silver tea service fit for a princess "With the gratitude and best wishes of the Ex. Co., for James Hosmer's brave wife."— Arthur's Home Maqa zine. Pearls of Thought. Some natures are so sour and un grateful that they aro never to be obliged. Avoid greatness; in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings ortheir favorites enjoy. Let friendship gently creep to a height; if it rut.h to it, it may soon run itself out of breath. It is no help to a sailor to soe a flash of light across a darkness, if he dobs not instantly steer accordingly. It is a masterpiece to draw good out of evil, and by tho help of virtue to improve misfortunes into blessings. In studying character, do not be blind to the shortcomings of a warm friend or the virtues of a bitter enemy. Words are spiritual forces, angels of blessing or cursing. Unuttered, we control them; uttered, they control us. Customs are even stronger than laws, and yet the most of them are observed in defiance of common sense and truth. The inequalities of life are irrem ediably based on four pillars, which stands as firm as the perpetual hills— strength, talent, wealth, and rank. If you were willing to be as pleas ant and as anxious to please in your own home as you are in the company of your neighbors, you would have the happiest home in the w T orld. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet without notice he dismisses his thought be cause it is his. I —SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL. Another on the List Of Perpetual Motion And Self- Motor Inventions. A Wheel Mathematically Oon- Btruoted, Which Will Run Until it is Worn Out, is Successfully Tested. PITTSBURG, NOV. 19.—Three men stood in a little workshop at No. 25 Howard street, Allegheny, yesterday afternoon, intently watching the ievo lution of a wheel, which seemed to be propelled by a mysterious power. The wheel moved at a rapid rate. It com bines the idea of a self motor and per petual motion, and is the invention of Mr. Joseph Wasserott. The invention is the work of a life-time. Forty years ago, in Germany, at the age of 22, Mr. Wasserott conceived the,idea of rmi ning machinery without steam or any other power then in use. He went to work on what he called a self motor, and constructed a model, which proved a failure, however. He then emigrat ed to America and settled in Philadel phia, where lie began work anew on his invention. Before he finished it he moved to Reading and finally to Balti more. The second model also lacked completeness and was rejected by the Patent Office. A third, which was constructed while Mr. Wasserott was a resident of Hanover, Pa., met with a similar fate. He was not discouraged. Last year he came to Alleghany and began work on a fourth model, which he completed and tested yesterday. He claims that it will revolutionize steam power, and will immediately apply for a patent. The invention consists of a wheel,or rather a wheel within a wheel, supported by a roller which creates the motion. Mr. Wasserott does not claim perpetual motion, saying that nothing is perpetual, and that the machine's motion will only last as long as the machine. The wheel is composed of forty pieces in four movable sections, and is worked by levers, which receive their driving powers from the weight of the wheel. This weight is contain ed in the top part of the wheel when at a standstill, and as it move 9 it is transferred from one section to a nother, so that the force of the weight causes the ceassless revolution. The test is very successful. As soon as the patent is granted a ten-foot wheel will be built to operate heavy machinery, the inventor says. The wheel can he used to run any ,ma chine. "It will be of special benefit to farmers and country residents," said Mr. Wasserott. "By using ray inven tion they can make their own electric light, thrash corn with it and grind their own flour." Mr. Wasserott says the whole idea of his invention consists in a mathemati cal calculation, but he will not explain what it is. He is an old man, and was born near Ulm, in Wuriemberg, Ger many,the home of inventors. He is poor, and follows the business of a dyer and cleaner. His leisure hours were devot ed to the completion of his work, which he hopes to make a success in his old days and live to see it in successful operation. A Story of Lincoln. Mr. Lincoln,Tsays Ben Ferly Poore was found one morning by a visitor counting several small piles of green backs on his table. "This, sir," said he, noticing the gentleman's surprise, "is something out of my usual line ; but a President of the United States multiplicity of duties not specified in the Constitu tion or Acts ofCongress. This is one of them. This money belongs to a poor negro AVIIO is a porter in the Treasury Department, and is at present very sick with the small-pox. (lie did not catch it from me, however ,* at least, I think not.) He is now in the hospital, and could not draw his pay because he could not sign his name. I have been at considerable trouble to oyercome the difficulty and get his money for him, and have at length succeeded in cut ting red tape, as the newspapers say. I am now dividing his money and put ting by a portion in an envelope, label ed with his name, along with my own ' funds, according to his wish." Adjourned The Court. A man who was summoned to serve on a jury began to make excuses, when the judge, interrupting him, said: "Never mind all that. You should kuow, sir, "that it is your daty to serve your country. The fact that your busi ness is likely to suffer is 110 excuse. Such men are summoned every day. "Hold on, Judge, you ain't heard all my excuse yet." "I don't want to hear it." "But you must-" "I tell you that I will not. Mr. Sheriff—" I "Jest a ininit, Jedge, an' then ef you say I must sarve, why, I'll sarve. Me au' a lot o' fellers was playiu' poker when the officer—" "Poker!" exclaimed the judge. •Why, dear fellow, Where's the game? I'll join you. Mr. Sheriff, adjourn the court." Terms, SIOO per Year, in Advance. Balloons for War Purposes. M. Ren a id's aerostat is intended for war purposes. Balloons have played a part in war for a century. In the French revolution they were used with success ; General Jordan is said to have won the hat-tie of FLurus by observa tions taken from a balloon, which, af ter surveying the Austrian lines, was brought down by means of a windlass. Balloons were used by the French in the Italian carnpiign, and an as cension at Solferino gave Napoleon an insight into the Austrian lines that en abled hiin to win the battle. During our civil war McClellau had a balloon corps which did g-Mwl service. Oa one occasion General Fiizjohn Porter's bal loon, from which he was taking a bird's eye view of the Confederate troops, broke its cable and went sailing inside the enemy's line. Luckily for him, in descending he struck an air current that drifted the balloon back into tiie Union lines. It was from one of the same machines that Mr. Lowe sent the first aerial telegram from a point 600 feet above the earth. lie also watched the two days'light at Fair Oaks from an aerostat that hung 2.000 feet above the battle ground. During thesieee of Paris seventy balloons were sent adiift. Of these only three were lost. Of the other sixty-seyen the majority landed in France, but one or two, starting at night, lost their bearings and drifted into Norway and bweden. When Win field Scott lay before Vera Cruz, John Wise, the father of aeronautics in this country, offered to capture the city by dropping shells into it from bal loons. The idea of loading shells in a balloon, which, as Tissandier says, will tip over if a chicken bene is thrown from it, was the cause of much merri ment at the time. The ide i, however, has lately been re-adopted by a Mr. Gower, ot London, who projiosfs to build torpedo balloons, and by General Rusell Thayer, of the Uuited Slates army, whose plan is to fit out a balloon in much the same style as a modern fri gate, and station it over a city to drop shells and dj namite on the garrison un til they surrender. That these plans will never be carried out ? who can say? But will it be in our time ? Shall we ever get into our special balloon at Sau Francisco one evening aud land in New York the next morning ?— San Francisco Aryonaut. There Was Money in it. Not so many years ago but that most readers can easily remember it, the idea of the telephone was looked upon as a visionary scheme that never would a mount to anything, practically. At that time, many of those that believed in the invention, and bought all the stock they could in the Bell telephone company, were very poorly off in con sequence ; but they held on to their stock and now they baye their reward. Professor Bell, the inventor, has a snug fortune of five millions. Mr. Blake bids poverty defiance from be hind an intrenchment of four millions. Mr. W. H. Forbes is credited with a bout as much as both of these gentle men together, and Mr. G. G. Hubbard enjoys as the reward of his early fore sight and courage upwards of three millions. Mr. Theodore N. Vail, who was at one time an operator, devotes the little time he spares from the gener al management of the Americau Bell telephone company to the care of a pri vate fortune estimated at not less than four miUions. It is also said that a mong the telephone millionaires must be placed Alexander Cochran and C. P. Bowditch with about three millions each, and Thomas Sanders with not less than two and a half millions. There are many others besides these mentioned. Many large manufacturing concerns have done an immense and profitable business in connection with the tele phone. The Western Union Telegraph company draws annual'y now about $400,000 as royalty from the American Bell company, and wants more. The various sums just mentioned foot up nearly forty million dollars ; a quarter of that sum would be a magifi cent yield from an enterprise only nine year eld. The patent is supposed to oe worth twenty-five million dollars, and the money now invested in operating the telephone is over one hundred mil lion dollars. When the full history of the early days of the telephone in A merica is written, it will be as thrilling as a romance. WHEN HE WHISTLES. When a man is sad he whistles in a doleful tone. Nine times out of ten he won't choose a dismal air, but he will whistle a lively tune—a hornpipe or a negro minstrel end song—and he will draw the melody in and out between his lips in away to draw tears from all listeners. Sometimes a man accomplishes the same result when he is cheerful and trying to whistle real good. NO. 4(1 NBWSPAPER LAWS If subscribers order tlie discontinuation of newspapers, the i>ur>llht'iM may continue to send Thcin until alt arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their ne wspajKM-s from t he offlee to wli leli t hey are sen t they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them discontinued. If subscribers moretoothur places without In forming the publisher, and the newspapers are sent to the former place, they are responbible, I ADVERTISING BATES. 1 wk. 1 mo. 3 mos. 6 mos. 1 yea I square $2 00 S4OO $5 00 $G 00 SBO6 x " 700 10 00 15 00 30 00 4000 1 " 10 00 15 00 26 00 45 00 75 00 One inch makes a square. Administrators and Executors' Notices $2.50. Transient adver tisements nd locals 10 cents per line for first insertion and 5 cents per line for each addition al*! nsertlon A Doff Which Hankered. Recently, on a forenoon a farmer, whose wagon needed some repairs, stopped at a blacksmith's shop on one of the avenues. lie had with him'a dog almost as big as a yearling calf, and when the wagon was run iuto the shop the dog was tied to a post near the door. By and by quite a little crowd gathered to comment on his size aud appearance, and along came an tin der-sized, common-looking cur and sat down about ten feet away. It was then the big dog swelled up and sent forth thunderous growls and howls. He scratched the earth. He demanded blood. He tugged at his chain with tlie strength of an ox. "Don't anyone let that 'ere dog loose!' cautioned the farmer, as he came from the back end of the shop. "S'posen we did ? queried one of the boys. ' Then he'd lessen the number of dogs in this village by fifty ! The farmer went away, and the big dog continued to tug and strain to get at the little dog. The latter didn't scare worth a cent. lie sat there as if he meant to stay to dinner. Everybo dy was wishing that the big dog would get loose, when along came a man who stopped and asked ; "Wnat's the trouble V" "That big dog wants to get free." "Oh, he does ? Well, I'll help him to." He walked up to the post and cut the rope, and the next instant the big dog and the little dog were so mixed up that one could hardly sepemte them. But this lasted only a minute. All at once the big dog broke for the side walk and up the street, and the little dog hung to his hind leg for at least a hundred feet. The farmer came out to see his Jumbo legging it for the coun try, while the little dog sat doan on the curbstone watching his flight, and he turned to the yelling crowd and ex claimed : ' - "What are you fools laffin' at? Did n't I tell you my dog wouldn't be mean enough to fight anything less'n a pan ther ?" Why She Wouldn't Marry Him. They were on a wedding tour in this direction the other day and the happy couple were accompanied by three oth ers. It was a sweet spectacle to see tlie four pairs promenading up Jeffer son avenue with hands clasped and a taffy-like smile spread over face, and hundreds of pedestrians stopped to gaze and admire. The porter of a wholesale house wasn't quite satisfied with what he could see, but stopped the last coup le and inquired : "Is it a ditse of love P" "You bet!" replied the young man, ~ "Are tliev extremely happy V "Jest a-biling over, sir." "Why don't you'and this girl follow suit?" 'l'm perfectly willin', but Sarah kerflunks on me. I've asked her over twenty times to have me, but it's no go." "Never! never! she firmly said as she rolled her cud of gum to the other side for a moment. "When a man takes me to a circus and crawls under the canvas to &ave expenses, and then can't see the man with the lemonade nor the boy with the peanuts, I wouldn't hitch to him if I had to go out and set a bear-trap to catch a partner!" Detroit Free Press. How Good Writing is Acquired. Writing to be good must be legible and rapid; to be legible it must have good form, and to be rapid it must be simple in its construction as regards forms and their combination, and it should be small, since it is obvious that the pen can be carried over short spaces easier and more rapidly than long ones; and it should have little shade, and be written with a pen above medium for coarseness that the unshaded lines may have the requisite strength. I shall speak more specifically respecting form, leaving movement and other essentials to speakers who may follow me. As a rule, there should be but one form used for each letter of the alphabet, aud especially should this be true of a cop py for learners, haying a single stand ard form, the teacher will not only repeat it with greater accuracy,but the pupil will more readily comprehend and master it. Letters and words sould be critically analyzed at the blackboard. This will greatly aid the pupil, to ac quir a clear and complete mental con ception of good letters and their proper combination. Jl/auy pupils learn to write through the shere power of imi tating the copy before them, but not having a high mental conception of their copies, when they are remoyed, their writiug at once degenerates; the hand is without a definite model and strikes at random, and produces doubt ful results. While the pupil, who through analytic study and practice, comes soon to have a clear conception of what he would do, thus is presented to the hand an ever present model for which it will strike and ultimately attain.—Penman's Art Journal,
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