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A Fortune Teller.
One day Mrs. Lorrimer'a daughter,
Violet, WHS nowhere to be found ;
neither was the gentleman, Sen or Es
panol, who taught the guitar. The
whole city was alarmed by the account
of the mysterious disappearance of a
beautiful belle and a hard working gen
tlemanly young foreigner. However,
when some one had discovered that the
last gave lessons to the first, an infer
ence was draw n by some cool looker
"May they not have gone together?"
The mother at once drove the slan
derer from her presence, preferring the
idea that her Violet was murdered.
However, before long a penitent letter
all blotter! with tears reached the poor
old lady, all alone in her great Fifth
Avenue mausion. Violet was married
to Senor Espanol.
The more one lovts a person the
more furious does anv deception on her
part make one. A less loving mother
might have forgiven. Stung to mad
ness, this one wrote a terrible letter to
the foolish girl who had so hurt her.
The husband, a hot Spaniard, read it.
It insulted him, and he forbade his
wife ever to see her parent again. To
do him justice, love, and no mercenary
motive, had led him to elope with the
So the gulf was fixed between the
only two of the same blood who lived
on earth, and Senor Espanol began to
give lessons on the guitar for two in
stead of one. Then lor three, four and
five. If he had lived a little longer it
would have been for six. But the day
the fourth child was born, a country
man, who had mistook him for h rival,
stabbed him in the back. He apologiz
ed the next moment, but the poor vic
tim did not live to hear him through,
but died trying to express the fact that
the gentleman was perfectly excusable.
And so Violet, who bad besn very
happy with her music master, wa9 left
a widow with four babies, no money,
and no accomplishment that had been
sufficiently cultivated to earn a living
by. Of course she took in sewing, and
of course a day came when there wa9 a
very small prospect of supper and not
even a dream of breakfast.
Not a penny in the house, not a loaf
of bread in the closet, not a dollar's
worth of woik to be got anywhere,
what was she to do ? The poor little
woman walked up and down the room
and cried. That did not help her. She
looked over the relics of the past.
There were pretty pieces of jewelry,
worth nothing. Valuable things had
all teen sold long ago. She glanced
out of the window. A woman with a
very large new basket and no shoes
went begging from door to door.
The basket was worth two dollars
and a half, the shoe 9 could be bought
for two. The singular circumstances
preyed upon her mind. She began to
take an interest in ihe ways and man
ners of beggars as the awful expecta
tion of becoming one began to haunt
"I could drown myself," she said,
"but I could not well drown four chil
dren. like a litter of puppies."
Then leaning her chiu on her hands
she watched from her window another
woman, with a handkerchief over her
head going from door to door. Was
she begging ? It seemed not. Once
or twice she entered and stayed some
time. At last she saw her at her own
door, aud heard her going from room
to room. There wis a knock at the
door. She opened it, and the woman
"Well ?" she said Inquiringly.
"Let me tell your fortuna, lady. I
only charge twenty-five cents,"said the
"My fortune is told, since I have not
twenty-fiye cents in the world," said
The woman turned awty.
"Stopa minute," said Violet. "In
this age do people say you tell their
"No age is too old." said the wo
man. "I just told an old lady's for
tune below. It was iu the card 3 that
she was to have a husband—her fourth.
She gave rae a dollar. Look !" she o
peued her palm. "I make money,! do.
I'm a seventh child ; I sea the future.
I'll take any bit of jewelry if you have
not any money. Have your fortune
But Violet shook her head and closed
the door hastily.
"I cannot steal, and to beg I am
ashamed," she said to herself. "Alter
it is dark to-night I will go out and tell
fortunes. Then she took two flat irons
to the junk shop,bought a loaf of bread
and a pint of milk, and fed her four
children—she for whom nothing had
once been dainty enough, and who had
ridden in her own carriage.
She put the children to bed, and left
the key with a neighbor, in case of fire,
a dread that haunts those many storied
houses like a ghost, and then,disguised
in veil, shawl aud hood, weut forth ou
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY,MARCH 11., I<SB(>.
her errand. It was a crazy dream.
She had not courage foattoinpt fortune
telling. It was worse than begging.
She wandered along the streets,coming
at last to the homes of luxury. In the
end she stood before her mother's win
dow. There was a light in the base
ment, and through the lace curtains
she saw a table spread, and the shadow
of a figure she knew to tie her mother's
on the curtain ; and there, drawing
down (lie shade, was Martha, who had
nursed her when a child.
Tears filled her eyes. It was a para
dise which she never hoped to regain.
Had not her mother written :
"A curse on you. Never darken iny
doors anymore unless yon wish to hear
uie utter it."
But there at least she had not the
terror of strangers upon her ; she could
beg or tell fortunes. Martha was su
perstitious and always had dreams of
matrimony, and of the coming back of
a loyer who had gone to sea when she
was in her teens, and had never been
heard of siuce.
She crept up to the window and tap
ped on the panes. In a moment
Martha opened the door.
The hooded figure drew near.
"Let me tell your fortune ?" she
"Bother/' remarked Martha. "I
am past fortunes."
"What," said Violet. "With a lov
er gone to sea ?"
"Lord save us !" critd Martha.
"And in one place twenty years,"
"You know more than is good," said
Martha. "Stop a bit. Are you one of
them clairvoyants ?"
"Yes," said Violet.
"Could you see where people are,
what's come of them and that ?" ask
ed Martha. "For instance, a gal that's
been gone eight years, could not look
for her in a dream, like as I have heard
ihey can, and find her ?"
"Yes, I think I could," said Violet.
"Sit here, then," said Martha, point
ing to a chair in the hall, and hurried
into the dining-room.
She came back in a moment.
"Come and speak to missus," she
said, and Violet,trembling so she could
scarcely stand, entered her mother's
No love is like a mother's. Violet
had known that since she cast it off.
She knew it now, looking on the pale
face where wrinkles had come so thick
ly—on the hair, a'l turned gray now—
on the sad eyes, that were si bright
win ti she last saw them.
She longed to kneel at her mother's
feet and beg for forgiveness, but she
dared not yet ; had not she sinned too
deeply to hope for pardon ? She stood
silent with her head bowed down.
"They tell me you are a clairvoyant,"
said Mrs. Lorrimer. "I haven't much
faith in such things, and if the power
prospers its possessors so little it can
not he worth much ; but still I have
something I should like to ask you.
You seirch for lost things ?"
"If you can find something I have
lost I will repay you well," said Mrs.
Lorrimer. "Here, sit down. Perhaps
if you have this kuowledge, you can
tell rae what I have lost."
Violet sat down.
"It should be darker," she said
"will you h'wer the light ?"
Martha lowered the light and stood
bv the lady's chair—aud there was
silence. Violet bad cast b ick her veil,
but the firelight was not bright enough
to show her features.
"Lady," she said in a low voica, '"it
Is not gold or silver, that I see ; it is
nothing that can be bought for money.
What I see is a girl."
"Good heavens !" cried the old lady.
"A girl of sixteen, with fair hair and
blue eyes," said Violet. "That was
what she was when you saw her last.
Am I right ? '
"Yes," said Mis. Lorrimer.
"You loved her," said Vh let ; "she
loved you. But she deceived you ; she
was wicked—wicked—wicked ; but
there was no excuse for her. She fell
in love; she was mad for awhile. You
cast her off. She is gone. You will
never see her more."
"Hush I hush!" cried Mrs.Lorrimer.
"She was not bad. I was wicked ; I
knew what it was to love, yet I forsook
her because she knew it also. Look
again. How does life use her ?"
"She is a widow, and is very poor,"
said Violet. "So wretchedly poor that
she does not know where to get bread ;
but she will not come to you. You
would curse her. You will never see
The old lady started from her chaii.
"What are you ? How do you know
the secrets of my life, the words I most
repent uttering? Look again ! Tell
me shall I see her once more. Tell me
where to find the only babe I ever held
against my breast! My little one—my
Violet—where is she ?" And the wo
man she addressed fell upon her kuess
aud clasped her hands.
A PAP Kit FOR TIIE IIOMK CIRCI.K
"She is here," she cried, "Mother
she is here I" and the two wept togeth
er in each otheUs arms; and all was
The good mansion is no longer deso
late, There are little children's voices
there, and the mother and daughter are
together once more. And in that oth
er world, where we cannot believe that
wrath endures, doubtless the lover of
her youth rejoices that Violet's moth
er's fortune was told so well.
English and American
(From the New York Observer.)
It is often said that Americans aud
Englishmen have a common language ;
and so they have—with a difference.
In a small circle of educate 1 people in
both countt ies the English language is
spoken in the same way, barring some
very noticeable differences of inflection.
But the masses in the two countries
have a considerable vocabulary of dif
ferent words. Walking down Fleet
street, in London, the other day, I saw
a sign in a barber's wmdow, which
read : 'Teeth scaled, drawn and stop
ped.' I,of course.kuew what it meant,
but I never heard either word us* d in
the same sense in America. I found
the 'Baggage Room' to be in England
a 'Left Luggage Room,' and a 'Ticket
Office' a 'Booking Office,' an 'Elevator'
a 'Lift,' and I might go on to the end
of the column enumerating different
word 3 of different sense applying to
the same word. But more than this, I
went out to Ilampstead Heath one
day, within the postal circle of Lon
don, and not finding a cab, asked a lad
to show me the house I sought—some
half a mile from the station. The child
was a veritable cockney—had literally
been born within the sound of Bow
bells. He was a very talkative lad,and
spoke English as his native tongue ;
but I was actually unable to under
stand more than twn-thtrds of his talk.
Of course, iu spuukiim of this differ
ence of language, I do not refer to the
radical differences that exist in the
English counties, where, practically,
English is not generally spoken ; but
to that class ot people who would claim
a vernacular right in Webster's Dic
tionary or'its English Tak
ing a hundred men, as you would meet
them on Broadway, and another hun
dred men as you would meet them in
the Strand,l am sure the former would
speak the better English,judged by atiy
mutually acknowledged standard. But
the English-speaking voice is better
than ours—fuller, richer, and gentler ;
and the mere sound <>f a group of En
glishmen talking together is pleasanter
to the ear than the talk of a similar
group of Americans. W. M. F. It.
Humorous Mistakes of Parish
We have great respect for the follow
ing humorous items. Their age enti
tle them to it. Parish cleiks are pro
verbial for their absurd mistakes, but I
would back old Le against any one of
the fraternity. Though a kind-heart
ed old fellow, he used to declare regu
larly that he was become 'a lion his
mother's children,' instead of alien.
On one occasion he give out that 'Mr.
A and Mr. B would preach ev
ery Sunday to all eternity'—he meant
alternately ! Tradition says ho once
announced publicly 'that there would
ho no service next Wednesday, 'has
master had none a -fishing for another
clergyman'—officiate was the word in
tended. The following occurrence was
a severe trial to our risible muscles.
An interesting event had happened in
the squire's family, which was duly
fol'owed by a thanksgiving service in
the church. After the minister had
said, 'O Lord, save this woman, thy
servant,' the clerk responded, 'Who
putteth her ladyship's trust in thee.'
But the richest tiling of all was Lee's
reply to au inquiry as to how many of
the clergy he had known in the parish
during his half-centnry of clerkship.
Ho gave the names of sill the rectors,
beginning vvitn the squire's great uncle
'a mighty hunter in the land,' known
for his ttncleric.il exploits fifty years
ago. "But how many curates have
you seen ?' demanded the enquirer.
"Bless you sir, I don't take no account
of curates 1" While on parochial mat
ters, I must not forget the story of
(Churchwarden Jenkins, who once pro
posed that the church music should
lie improved by a 'baboon.' 'A bab
oon !' repeated the rector in dismay.
,Yes, sir, a baboon is a wonderful help
to the musicians in the gallery—it en
courages them to sing out.' Of con rse
he meant a bassoon. The rector never
told the story without laughing.
Preacher' 1 s Analyst.
NEW PROCESS Roller Flour—best in
the market—manufactured at Fisher's
mill, Penn Ilall, is for sale at Kauff
man's store. It is the delivht of the
housewife and constquently it is the
most popular ro'ler flour used.
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SHY'S WONDERFUL FIGHT.
Slnple-handod Repulninjaf a Band of
llosiilu Apaohoa, and Saving
(From the Albuquerque Democrat.)
Mr. Shy is a sturdy, plain-spoken,
intelligent man, and apparently una
ware thai he has achieved a feat unex
celled by any of thekuights'of romance.
He was just sitting down to his dinner
with his wile and bov, and had one arm
in a sling because of some recent injury
to the hand. He heard some slight
noise in the yard, and, glancing
through the window just in his rear, he
was horrified to soe a painted Apache
stealthily creeping up. Quick as
thought he tore the bandages from his
arm, sprang to the corner of his room
where his Winchester was resting, and
seized it wheeled around just in time to
receive the tire of the savage, which he
instantly returned. Mrs. .Shy closed
and locked the door at the same mo
ment. And the Indians, seeing that
they had a brave man to fight, placed
themselves out of view of the window
and opened a rattling lire upon the
house from all sides. It was a flimsy
frame structure, a bullet would go
through the walls as though they were
pasteboard. It was a tei rible time for
about tin hour inside of that little
house, with the pale, terror-stricken
wife and boy crouching in the loft and
the desparate ranchman crouching in
the room beiow, firing only when he
could see an Indi tit through the win
dow, listening to the angry zip of the
bullets as they tore through the thin
walls and whistled about his head.
After awhile there was a lull iu the
firing. A few yards distant from Mr.
Shy's house was lbs house of Mr., A. J.
Yeater, his partner in a cattle ranch,
and who was at that twit)"being butch
ered iu company with his wife, four
miles away. The lull in the firing was
caused by the fact that the savages had
broken open Mr. Yeater's residence
and were making themselves merry eat
ing and drinking and breaking up the
furniture. After getting through with
this they fired the house, which in a
few minutes was a mass of flames. Mr.
Say saw that his own house .vould he
on fire in a few minutes, and for a mo
ment was well-nigh paralyzed with des
pair. lie glanced at'liis wife and boy,
and knew from the ominous signs with
out that the Indians were only waiting
for the flames to drive them out. In a
moment his house was oti fire, and tell
ing liis wife and boy to come down
from the loft, he prepared to open the
door and make a rush for safety for
some large rocks near bv. Opening the
door he threw his body half way out
and fired full at a group of savages ; at
the same instant lie sprang back with
in the house. The next moment at
least a dozon bullets were buried in the
door facing. The llaraes were getting
too hot, however, to remain in doors,
and Mr. Shy telling his wife and boy to
fol'ow him, sprang outside and made a
rush for a large rock near by. When
he got within about twelve feet of it,
five sayages jumped up from behind it
and fired right in his face. By a won
derful providence not a bullet struck
him, and he instantly started for anoth
er large rock, from which another group
of red skins fired a volley in his face.
A storm ot bullets were whistling a
round him from all sides, but he seem
ed to bear a charmed life, and not one
of them touched him. He had the
presence of mind before leaving the
house to fill his pockets with cartridges,
and he kept popping away at the sav
Out in the open and knowing that he
could no longer be tortured to death
like a rat iu a hole, all sense of fear left
him, and he actually assumed the ag
gressive and ran the savtges in a body
some distance away, where they secret
ed themselves behind some large rocks.
He also placed himself behind a rock,
and in this position whenever ho could
see the body of an Indian exposed ho
find at it. Meanwhile his little boy
had been shot down, and Shy had kept
the Indians so busy by his own deter
mined work that Mrs. Shy had an op
portunity to get up the gulch. The
wounded boy had crawled into a thick
et where his father had directed him to
go, hut not uefore his devoted mother,
fearlessly exposing herself to the firing
had taken off one of her skirts and
wrapped it around the little fellow.
There are numberless details connected
with the fight which I have no space
for. but it is sufficient that this heroic
ranchman kept bacK the savages until
dusk, when they retired. Meanwhile
Mrs. Shy had made a detour and stait
ed on a trip for Deming, twenty miles
awav. hoping to get assistance for her
husband. The poor lady was found in
ail exhausted condition late at night
struggling along the road about ten
miles from Deming. She was picked
up by a relief party of men who had
been notified by cowboys that Sh) was
surrounded by a large party of hostiles.
'Now tell me, candidly, are you
guilty V asked a solicitor of his client.
'Why, do you suppose I'd be fcol
enough to hire you if I was inno
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ANECDOTES OE THE
FKENOH REVO -
At the commencement of the French
Revolution, nearly one hundred years
ago, the lieutenant-general of the police
of Paris had upon his r.gisfer the
names of no fewer than two thousand
suspected and depraved characters,
whose pursuits were known to be of a
criminal uatuie; yet by making the de
partment of police the immediate ob
ject of the close and uniform attention
of one branch of the executive govern*
inent, crimes were much less frequent
than in England. ami the security ex
tended to the public with regard to the
protection of life and property against
lawless depredation was inlinitely great
er. The following narratives were au
thenticated by an English magistrate
at that time, and a record of them,
written at the commencement of this
century, is now in the possession of the
A mercban t of high respectability in
Bordeaux had occasion to visit Paris
upon commercial business, carrying
with him bills and money to a very
large amount. On his arrival at the
gates of the French metropolis, a gen
teel-looking man opened the door of the
carriage and addressed him to this ef
fect : 'Sir, I have been waiting for
you some time. According to my
notes, you were to arrive at this hour ;
and your person, your carriage and
your portmanteau exactly answering
the discretion I hold in my hand, you
will permit me to have the honor of
conducting you to Monsieur de Sar
The gentleman, astonished and
alarmed at this interruption, and still
more at hearing the name of t lie lieuten
ant of the police mentioned, demanded
to know what M. de Sartloe wanted
with him, adding that he had never
committed any offense against the
laws,and that the police could have no
right to detain him. The messenger
declared himself igno ant of the cause
of the detention, and said that when he
had conducted him to M. de Sariine, he
should have executed hi 3 orders. Af
ter som-* further explanations, the gen
tleman permitted the officer to conduct
him to the police official.
M. de Sartine received him with
great politeness, and after requesting
him to be seated, to his astonishment
described his portmanteau, and told
him the exact amount in bills and cash
which lie had brought with him to Par
is, where he was to lodge, his usual
time of going to bed, and a number of
oilier circumstances, which he had con
ceived were known, only te himself.
Having thus excited his attention, M.
de Sartine asked him: 'Sir, are you a
man of courage ?'
The gentleman, still more astonished
at the smgulaiity of this interrogatory,
demanded the reason why such a ques
tion was put, adding that no man had
ever doubted his courage.
M. de Sartine replied: 'Sir, you are to
be robbed and murdered this night. If
you are a man of courage, you must go
to your hotel and retire to rest at the
usual hour. But be careful not to fall
asleep ; neither will it be proper for you
to look under your bed or into the clos
et which is in your chamber. You
must place your portmanteau in its us
ual situation near your bed and betray
110 suspicion. Leave what remaines to
ine. If you do not feel your courage
sufficient to bear you out, I will pro
cure some one who shall personate you
and go to bed in your stead.'
The merchant being convinced that
M. de Sartine's intelligence was accu
rate in every particular,'refused to be
personated, and resolved to follow liter
ally the directions he had received. lie
accordingly drove to the hotel, and
went to bed at his usual hour, eleven
o'clock. At half past twelve—the time
mentioned by M. de Sartine—the door
of his bedchamber] burst open, and
three men entered with a dark lantern,
daggers and pistols. The merchant
perceived one of k theui to be bis own
servant. They rifled his portmanteau
undisturbed and settled the plan of
putting him to death. Hearing all this
and not knowing by what means be
was to be rescued, it may be supposed
he was under great pertubation of
mind during such an interval of sus
pense. When at the moment the Vid
ians were preparing to take the mer
chant's life, four police otticers, who
were concealed under the bed and in
the closet, rushed out and seized the of
fenders with the property in their pos
session. The consequence was that the
perpetration of the murder was preven
ted and sufficient evidence obtained to
convict the offenders. M. de Sartilie's
iuteligence thus enabled him to pre
vent many cases of murder and robbery.
The second story is as follows : The
Emperor of Austria, Joseph 11., having
in the year 1787 formed and promulga
ted a uevv code of laws relative to crim
inal and civil affairs, and haying also
established what he conceived to be the
best system of police in Europe, could
scarcely ever forgive the French nation,
in consequence of the accuracy and in
telligence of Ai. de Sartine's police
having been found superior to his own,
notwithstanding the pains he bad be-
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stowed on that department of his tzoy-
I eminent. A notorious Austrian offend
er, who had committed many atro
cious acts of violence and depredation
in Vienna, was traced to Paris by the
police established by His Majesty, who
ordered his ambassador at-the court of
France to demand that this delinquent
should be delivered up to public justice.
M. de .Sartine acknowledged to the im
perial ambassador that the person he
inquired after had been in Paris ; that,
if he wished it, he would inform him
where he lodged, and the different
gaming tables and other places of re
sort which he had frequented while
there ; but that lie was now gone.
The ambassador insisted that litis of
fender must still be in Paris, otherwise
the emperor would not have command
ed him to make such an application.
M. de Sartine smiled at the incredul
ity of the imperial minister, and replied
to -the following effect: 4 l>o me the
honor, sir, to inform the emperor, your
master, that the person he looks for left
Paris about the 10th of last month,
and is now lodged in a back-room,
looking into a garden, in the third
story of a house, No. 93 in—-street,
in his own capital ; where Ilis Majesty
will, by sending to the spot, be sure to
find hi in.
It was literally as the French minis
ter had stated. The emfteror, to his
astonishment, found the delinquent in
the house and apartment described ;
but he was greatly mortified at this
proof of the superiority of the French
police.— Ncic York Observer.
The Treacherous Frog.
A Source of Annoyance and Dan
ger to Railroad Men.
The frogs on railroad tracks are the
dread of many railroad men, and they
try to keep their feet clear of them. A
travelling man said the other day :
"Itjs the easiest thing in the world
to slip your foot in some of the frogs.
They are shaped sometimes like the
letter Y, and when you slip your foot
in the open part it is fast. There
seems to be no way of getting out of it
except to pull the foot out of the boot.
A man lias no time for that always. I
remember once, very distinctly getting
my foot iu a frog. I had on a pair of
rubber boots, aDd I got my foot fast
just as easy as anything could be. I
thought I could pull it out without
any trouble,and as a train was backing
down on that part of the track I pro
ceeded pretty quickly to try. My foot
did not come out. A little astonished,
I pulled again, but it did not come. It
did not seem to be squeezed very tight,
and I was annoyed. The train was
coming nearer and,as the engineer was
backing his engiue down, there was no
way to stop it. I gave a terrible
wrench on my foot but it did not come.
The train was so close 1 knew that it
would run on me. Luckily, the train
was coming down on the rail outside
of my foot. I leaned over and twisted
my legs over away from the car as it
came. When the wheels passed over I
knew something was crushed, though
it did not pain me much theu. The
whole train went over. After they
had got by, as the boot was pretty well
torn, I managed to pull it out of the
frog and was helped to the station. It
crushed my foot pretty badly, but not
so much that amputation was necess
ary, and I saved my foot and leg."
"Why didn't you pull your foot out
of your boot ?" asked the reporter.
"Well, I tried that," said the man,
*but I couldn't get it out. The frog
had pressed over the sole. .No doubt I
could have cut the boot off if I had
done it right away, but I thought until
it was too late that I could pull the
Another man had a similai experi
ence. It broke bis leg. He jumped of!
a car and jumped in a frog. Before be
could pull his toot out the wheels ran
over the outer edge of the rail in a aim-,
Those who are caught are not always
so lucky- Once in a while a maa is
caught and tin wheels of a car run di
rectly over the frog, and then the man
is injured. Railroad men are quite
unanimous in believing that frogs on a
railroad are verv treacherous
A Congressman's Wind.
Half a dozen men in a saloon in Nip
andtuck,the other night, were trying
to blow out a candle ten feet distant,
but all failed. Presently a enteely
dressed gentleman entered the room
and offered to bet fifty dollars be
could extinguish the candle twelve feet
distant. The bet was promptly taken,
and the genteely dressed man blew out
the candle at the first effort, pocketed
the money, took a drink, and then left
the barroom loafers looking at each
other in blank astonishment.
'•Who iu the dickens is that 'ere fel
ler, anyhow ?" queried the "bum*' who
had lost the bet.
"Don't you know him?" asked the
bartender. "Why that feller is an In
diana. Congressman, and goes around
to the county lairs and wins money by
blowing the bottoms out of lung-test
ers. It's no use to bet against his wind,