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VOL. 59.
• MILLY.
"I guess poor Jira will liave to jfo
without his supper to-night," said Wid
ow Hosmer, as she peered anxiously
out into the bleak, rainy twilight. Pete
had sprained his leg so, slipping down
out of the hayloft, that he can't take a
step on it, and I s'pose you and I will
have tojfinish the chores, Milly."
"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.
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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.
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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,