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VOL. GO.
WHISTLER'S MA KB.
Balky, did you say ? Well, she has
balked in her life-time, and let me tell
you, she'd be of no more account with
me than any other horse, if it wasn't
for that very thing.
You used to know Becky Ash, per
haps ? If you did, you knew her to be
the brightest and prettiest and best girl
in the place. I courted Becky for two
years, and everybody thought we'd be
married for sure. Well, just so 1
thought, though we hadn't said so to
each other in so many words. I was
young, so was she, and I thought it
best to get something of a start in the
world tirst.
That was all well enough, you think,
and so it would have been if Sim Dur
went hadn't come our way with his
Bleached -out face and soft hands.
Everybody said at once, he'd cut me
out, for Becky was by all odds, the
best looking girl in the place, and it
pleased her to be noticed. So when he
asked l:er to go with him to the picnic
that we'd been looking forward to so
long, and she said yes, I vowed and de
clared that Sim might have her for all
me; I'd never go with her again.
Sim waited on her after that, right
and left. She couldn't stir out of doors
but he was with her to carry her para
sol, or her shawl, or her fan. He drove
a stylish turn-out and took her every
where. She was chipper as a bird
whenever I happened to be around, but
I wasn't long in making up my mind
that she wasn't half so happy over the
swap she'd made as she might be, and
oue time when a lot of us had gone to
the lake for a drive and 1 took another
girl, just to show Becky I didn't care,
I found me sitting on a great rook by
herself, crying.
You ask what I said to her ? Not a
word. I hadn't spoken to her, nor she
to me, since the day she cut me for Sim
Durwent, and I wasn't going to be the
first to speak. She was the one to
blame not me, and if I'd seen her going
to be married to Sim and kuew a word
from her would put an end to it, 1
wouldn't have said it.
I could think about her all day, and
dream about her o' nights, because that
was something that I couldn't help.
But to speak to her ! To ask her to
make up with me and take me back :
The words would have choked me, and
the longer things went on in this way,
the less likelihood there seemed to be of
their coming to rights between us.
Becky's father looked cross ways at me.
He didn't like Sim and he thought I'd
only been fooling, and laid his going
with her all to me. And then, you see,
my father thought me a goose and a
"softy" to let Sim have it all his own
way.
One day father and I were driving
along the road with Nance in the shafts
when, just at the foot of Benser's hill
—you know what a long, steep hill that
is and how narrow it is all the way to
the top—we overtook Becky walking
at a rate that showed 'twas no fault of
hers that we came up with her.
"Whoa," said lather, putting the
lines in my hands and jumping out of
the buggy. "I'll change place with you,
Becky. You get in and ride and let me
walk."
Becky colored like a poppy, and look
ed as if she'd rather walk her feet off
than ride with me, but father had got
her by the arm, and before you could
say Jack Robinson he had got her, by
pushing and lifting, into the buggy.
"Go on," said he, "and when you
get to the top of the hill, I'll get iu be
hind."
Becky drew a long breath at this
promise, and I own I thought it was
ju3t what father ought to do, after
throwing Becky and me into one anoth
er's faces the way he had.
I shoved up as snug to my end of the
seat as I could, and Becky shoved |off
the other way, and we were ready for a
start. We were, but Nance wasn't.
The creetur wouldn't budge an inch.
I coaxed and scolded and whipped
her, but she stood there so stock still
that I thought she must have gone to
sleep, and I got out to see. But she
was wide awake enough bv the looks of
her eyes, and it you'll believe me, the
jade actually looked mischievous. I
tell you I began to leel desperate un
comfortable. Father was out of sight
over the hill and what to do I didu't
know. If I'd had a match about me, I
should have tired her, or. if Becky
hadn't been there looking on, 1 should
have unhitched the contrary creature,
and whirled her round and round, nose
and tail on a race, till she'd be glad
enough to go ahead. As it was I got
back in the buggy aud made up my
mind to tire Nancy out. All I had to
do was to gather up my patience and
wait and wait till she took it into her
head to go.
When I took ray seat in the buggy
Becky mad 6 a move to get out, but her
dress had floated cut over the seat and
I sat down upon it, holding her fast.
The sun poured down hot enough to
melt an iceberg, but Becky and I must
have been made of marble, tor it had
no other effect upon us than to blister
our noses and scald our cheeks, and
this I put a stop to—after I'd got over
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 25., 1886.
my worrvment with Nance enough to
think about, it—by hoisting an um
brella.
Diil you ever notice what a thing to
court the breezes a big umbrella is
How the wind did blow under there, to
be sure Becky's curls danced about
over my shoulder and in my eyes. The
blue > ibbon at her throat went through
with a jig in my ear, and the way her
sssli wound and twis-.ed itself in and
around my nose was ticklish. Becky
herself sat as straight as an arrow and
as dumb. But as to that, I don't sup
p >se either of us would have spoken for
t!ie world.
But don't suppose that do one saw us
or laughed in their sleeves at us, for
they did. If there was one wagon pass
ed us while we stood there, there was a
dozen, and everyone ground past us in
the narrow road as if they would tear
our wheels oil. The horses ciowded
Nance without mercy, but the best of
'em couldn't make her lift a foot from
her tracks. Everybody had advice of
some kind to offer and the dogs all
barked at us.
By and by Sim Durwent come along,
going our way. Becky's curies and rib
bons were doing their biggest jumps
around my face and ears, and Sim look
ed mad enough to bite somebody.
"It's going to rain, Mr. Whistler,"
said he, "perhaps under the circum
stances you'd like to have mo take
Miss Ash home ?"
Becky looked straight ahead and said
nothing.
"I'm ever so much obliged, Mr. Dur
went," said I, "but I'm afraid if we
stir, it'll frighten my horse."
"Aren't you afraid of a wetting,
Miss Asli ?" Sim looked hard at Becky
as he said this, and grated his teeth
sideways at me.
"Thank you." said Bessie, speaking
faint-like, while I could feel the skirt
of her dress pull, "1 think not."
Sim looked at the clouds, turned up
his nose at Nance, scowled as savage as
a meat axe at Becky and me, and droye
on.
It was going to rain sure. I know I
was a brute for not letting Becky go
with Sim, but I just felt as if I couldn't
nohow see him carry her off.
In a few minutes it began to thunder
and lightning, and I could feel Becky
tremble in her seat. She was awfully
frightened. She pulled her shawl tight
around her shoulders and held it
clutched with one liahd, and grabbed
the back of the sent with the other.
No danger of you falling out of the
buggy just now, was what I thought,
but I didn't say a word, not I. It was
mighty uncomfortable sitting there in
that way. Becky didn't so much as to
cough. That would have been some
thing.
Did it rain ? Well, I guess it did.
It more than rained, it poured. And
after I'd got the apron fixed over our
laps and had nothing to do but to watch
it, it got to be the most tiresome rain 1
ever saw. If I could have said, "Look
at that, now !" or "Did you ever see
the like ?" or "The gutters have never
been so full since the night old Morrow
was drowned in one," it would have
been a rel iet.
But Becky didn't seem to mind it-
She just clung tight to her shawl and
the seat, and looked straight at Nance's
ears.
Be sure she looked sort o' glum, but
what woman wouldn't, with her best
bonnet out in a shower with a leaky
umbrella ?
I was beginning to think the thunder
was about done with, when all of a sud
den there came the loudest clap I ever
heard.
Nance lengthened out her body and
laid back her ears, and Becky drew in
a long breath and screamed : "Oh,
there she goes !" just as if that wasn't
the verj thing we'd been waiting for,
for the last three hours.
1 loved Becky more than I ever did
before for saying it, though, ana I just
put down the old soaked umbrella, that
was nothing but a strainer for the rain,
and hugged her for it.
"Now own up that yoa don't care
for that girl-faced Sim, and I shall be
the happiest man in the world," I
said.
"I don't. I never did," said Becky,
the water trickling over her curies and
down her nose, "but, oh, Jim, how wet
I am."
"So you are." said I, feeling as dry
and light myself as though I was up
above the clouds, "but we'll soon be
home now." For, you see, Nance did
go just as Becky said, and in those
days, when the creetur took it into her
head to go- she went.
Do you wonder now that I think a
good deal of that mare ? And Becky
thinks as much of her as I do ; for the
amount of it is we both know as well
as we know our own noses, that she
neyer would have been Mrs. Whistler
if it hadn't been for the caper of
Nance's.
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A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
Miss Ruth's Scholar.
Miss Ruth Clifford had taken the
seat of authority in Iter little school, on
Monday morning, the period of its com
mencement.
She was a rosy, pretty little creature
of scaicely sixteen, with a dimple in
each cheek, lips like May roses, and
Dig blue eyes, where the light seemed
to glow and deepen at every impulse
that passed through Iter mind. The
idea of her being a grim, stern school
mistress was rather absurd, but then
Ruth was poor, and they wanted some
one to teach the school who had grad
uated in the city, so here she was at
ten dollars a mouth, trying to look as
old and dignified as possible.
"Teacher ! teacher I" croaked little
Tommy Martin, "here's Hugh Leslie
iu the school, and the trustees said he
shouldn't come no more, 'cause he
didn't pay the last two quarters 1"
"Hugh Leslie,come here," said Miss
Clifford, pushing her brown curls away
from her forehead with a puzzled air,
and Hugh shambled ui> to the desk, a
great awkard clown, fully as old as the
schoolmistress, and a head taller.
"Is it true that you are behind hand
with your tuition money?" asked Ruth.
"Yes'm, it's true," sullenly answer
ed the young giant, twisting his ragged
cap in both horny hands.
" 'Cause his father gets dru:k, and
his mother hain't got no money,"
shrilly interrupted Tommy Martin.
"Tommy, will you be silent ?" said
lluth, with dignity. "Then, Hugh,
what are you here for ?"
"I want to get book larniu',"
solerauly answered Hugh.
"Teacher, he : s a real bad boy—he
thrashed the master last term," piped
Mary Hopkins.
"And he stole the picture books out
o' Joseph Miller's desk,chimed iu Har
ry Smith.
"Hugh," said Ruth, gravely, "you
may go. 1 don't care for such pupils
iu my school."
Hugh turned slowly away, still
twi9tiiiß his cap, with downcast eyes
and drooping head; Ruth pitied him iu
her heart.
"Hugh," she said, softly.
"I am sorry to send you away, Hugh.
If I allow you to remain, do you think
you can behave yourself ?"
"I'll try, Ma'am," the boy said,with
a gleam of hope in his face.
"And who'll pay his schooliu' mon
ey ?" demanded the disappointed Tom
my.
"I will," said Ruth. "Go and take
your seat, Hugh."
And through all the term Ruth had
no better scholar uor more diligent pu
pil than Hugh.
"You have improved very much,
Hugh," she said, as they walked home
through the pine woods the last day of
the term. "lam sorry I shall not be
here next year to help you on, but you
must study perseveringly, and you will
be sure to prosper."
"I'd like to learn a trade," said
Hugh, musingly, "and get a respecta
ble livin'."
"And there is no reason why you
should not," said Ruth, encouragingly.
"My folks are a bad lot," sighed the
boy, "and nobody wants to employ
Siah Leslie's boy."
"But when they see that SiahLeslie's
boy is honest and industrious, and
wishes to earn a decent livelihood, they
will judge very differently."
Hugh bur9t into tears.
"Oh, teacher ' teacher I you are the
only one who ever told me I could be
different from the dram-drinkin' set at
home. If you only wasn't going away."
Ruth tried to console and comfort
the lamentine young Goliath, but the
last she saw of him he was sitting with
liis head against the trunk of a tree,
with now and then a strong sob shak
ing his whole form.
"Poor fellow 1" she thought. "I hope
he'll come to good."
She did not know that, close to his
heart, he was wearing a bit of blue rib
bon that she had one day dropped in
the school-room. She might have
smiled, had she known ic—she might
have been Angry. But to Hugh it was
all he had left of the pretty creature
who had been like a guardian angel to
him.
And ten years p issod away,and Ruth
completely forgot tho young clown of
the village school.
"I want you to look your prettiest
to-night. Ruth, for I have a new caval
ier to introduce to you —a splendid fel
low I"
"Indeed ! who is it ?"
"Well, he is a friend of Mr. Tracy's,
just arrived from Europe, where I am
told he has distinguished himself in
scientific and literary circles, besides
having received an inheritance from
some far away Scotch relative that
makes him independent wealthy. Isn't
it quite romantic ? And he is so
handsome, too ! His name is—"
But here some new yisitor, claiming
Mis. Tracy's attention—it was the day
of her weekly morning reception—in
terrupted her enthusiastic recital, and
Ruth Clifford did wot hear the name of
the new lion.
However, she went home, and, act
ing ou Mrs. Tracy's suggestion, dress
ed herself in "her prettiest no very
elaborate costume to De sure, for Ruth
was poor, but one whose delicate good
taste could scaicely be rivaled. A white
dress, relieved by straw colored ribbons
and sash, and a few yellow roses in her
bright hair, foimod the whole of her
toilet, but when she looked in the glass
after the finishing touch was given,abd
all was complete, there was a smile of
gratified pride on her pretty Ups. She
did not think Mrs. Tracy would have
reason to be ashamed of her friend.
"You are looking very nicely, my
love," said the young matron, with a
satisfied little nod, as she beckoned
Ruth to her side. And five minutes
afterward Ruth heard her name pro
uounced.
"Miss Clifford, allow me to present
Mr. Leslie."
Ruth looked timidly up into a pair
of deep brown eyes, and acknowledged
to herself that the European traveler
was very handsome, with his stately,
erect figure, his Grebk features and the
polished, indescriable grace of his air
and mauner.
Mr. Leslie devoted himself to Ruth
that evening, and when she went home,
she told her mother she never had had
such a 'nice time' in all her life before.
He called the next morning to in
quire how she was after the fatigues of
the party night, and lie sent a basket of
Northern flowers that evening, and be
took her to the opera the next night,
but one and presently Mrs. Tracy be
gan to laugh and look knowing.
"You have stolen his heart away
with your blue eyes and your demure
airs, Ruth," she said, gaily.
And one soft April evening, he ask
ed her if she would be his wife—and
she said yes.
"My darling love," he said, fervent
ly, "it is right and fitting that your
happiness should be the care of my
lift*, for it is your hand that has lifted
me to the position I now occupy in the
world."
"My hand V"
"Yes."
Iledrawfiom his bosom a narrow,
faded bit of blue ribbon.
"Do you remember who dropped this
ribbon from her hair, one autumn day,
ten years ago, in the little red school
house at Lakeyille ?*'
Ruth looked at him in surprise.
"And do you remember who picked
it up ? a great awkard fellow, Hugh
Leslie by name ? Well, he has kept it
ever since, and now he wears it, as a
badge of the devotion he bears his
sweet ladylove."
"Yes—but "
"Did you never suspect we were one
and the same ? Well, I must confess
we are changed—and yet, Ruth, I date
my first aspiration toward the good aud
noble on that day when you offered to
pay my neglected schooling, and refus
ed to listen to the parrot-like assersions
of those around me. Ruth,your schol
ar has graduated at last."
And Ruth Clifford felt in the newly
glow of her nappiness that she had in
deed cast her bread upoo the water,and
many days afterward it had returned
to her.
The petrified wood that is so abun
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of Arizona and Whyoming and the
Rocky Mountain regions, is rapidly
becoming utilized. In San Francisco
there is now a factory for cutting and
polishing these petrifactions into man
telpieces, tiles, tablets, and other arch
itectural parts for which marble or
slate is commonly used. Petrified
wood is said to be susceptible of a fin
er polish than marble, or even
the latter of which it is driven from
the market. The raw material em
ployed comes mostly from the forests
of petrified wood along the line of the
Atlantic and Pacific Railway. Sev
eral other companies have also been
formed to obtain concessions of differ
ent portions of these forests. Geolo
gists will regret the destruction oi
such interesting primeval remains,
and some steps ought to be taken to
preserve certain tracts in their origi
nal state.
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A CLERK'S STORY.
Learning that there had arrived from
the far west Saturday midnight a young
man who in that section followed the
occupation of A 'cowboy,' a reporter
called upon him and had a pleasant
chat. His name is K. I). Woolworth,
and bii parents reside at No. 202 Hal
aey street. According to the popular
idea, something witli high-top boots,
slouch hat. and revolver was expected,
but were it not for a bronzed face and
absence of the conventional 'biled'
shirt, no essential point of difference
existed between him and an ordinary
individual. iMr. Woolworth stated
that on account of the lirm in New
York city with whom he was employed
as clerk reducing bis salary from mo*
lives of economy he did not think that
it paid him to work at the lower figure,
and therefore determined to try bis for
tune in the west. Fourteen months
ago he left Brooklyn for Omaha, Neb„
where, two or three days after bis ar
rival, be obtained a situation In the of*
flee of the Burlington and Pacific rail
road. That occupation being too con
fining for bis health, which, he said,
was also injured by driuklng the mud
dy water of the Missouri, by the advice
of his uncle, Mr. C. D. Wool worth, who
owns the Loup stock ranch, Nance Co.,
Neb., he left the railroad office and be
gan his sew life. The ranch is the
largest in that section, being 15 miles
arouud, and stocked with one thousand
head of cattle at present, not including
calves.
'The first day's experience of a 'ten
derfoot'on a ranch,' said Mr. Wood
worth, 'is not calculated to make him
well contented with the new life, and
especially If be be a tender clerkling,
the change from a well-worn office
Btool to a less certain seat upoa the
back of a bucking pony for twelve hours
a day is apt to make him homeshk.
But when you get used to it it's splen
did; and I think any average city joong
man would say-as I do if be went there
with a will to work. The work is hard
and rough, truly, but it is the making
of one's health. W hen I left Brooklyn
I weighed 126 pounds, and now I tilt
the beam at 140.'
The cowboys are a rough class, but
make good friends, and, so far as my
experience goes, not so violent and law
less as they are thought to bs. In oar
section they are not so rough as they
are in parts of Texas aud Kansas.
There is very little drinking, and none
on the ranch, and though they are
somewhat disposed to attempt .alarm
ing practical jokes on the 'tenderfoot*
they are fairly peaceable.*
( How do you pass the day ?' tbe re
porter aswed.
'We get up in the 'morning at 5 o'-
clock. Each man feeds and cleans his
pony, and then we 'sail in* to break,
fast. By tbe way, the rations are ex
cellent. In cold weather we get all the
best beef we can eat and plenty of
white bread, milk, and coffee. There
are plenty of wild geese and prairie
chickens on the plains, and last year
there were some antelope. The duties
of the day consist in supervising tbe
cattle generally, seeing that tbe gates
are shut, and branding and 'cutting
out* steers for the market. The two
latter occupations are pretty lively.
The cattle have also f to be protected
from thieves, and to this end each cow
boy carries a revolver. A Imost all day
is spent in the saddle, as our work does
not cease until dark. By that time
you cau judge we are pretty well tired
out and glad to get to bed. The first
day upon the saddle is very trying to a
new hand.
'lt is not so easy for a green hand to
get employment as has been made out,'
continued the young man. *A youug
tenderfoot is worth S2O or S3O a month
until he is 'broken in.' After a year's
experience he can get $lO or SSO a
month. This, of course, includes his
rations. Of those who go out*west,
many return disgusted; buckskin pants,
flannel shirts, a slouch hat, and a twen
ty-foot lash not being sufficient to'com
pensate them for the loss of a dude
oyercoat and a crutch cane. The clim.
ate is splendid ; mornings and evenings
are, however, very cool, and even in
summer blankets are a necessity. The
houses are built of Nebraska brick or
'dug out,' which consists of sods a foot
square laid one upon the top of the oth
er. The sun hardens them, and they
make a staunch and comfortable dwell
ing, though somewhat hot in summer.
No rain falls in the winter, and there
is neyer enough snow for sleighing,
owing to the high winds blowing it
away as quick as it falls. Lung diseas
es are unknown and colds in the head
are an exception. In short,' continued
the gentlemanly cowboy, 'I would not
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Evils of Solitude.
Said • physician noted for hit skftt
in curing nerve disease* ; "There le
a certain healthy, helpful Influence
which naturally comee from ham an
brings to each other. One of f pa
tients drained alt whioh her friends had
to give veers ago. We need occasion
ally a fresh moral and mental atmos
phere, Just as much ae freah material
air to breathe.*, Another physician,
visiting in n country hoase where the
mother, a delicate, affeetieoate, self*
sacrificing woman, who lived bat tor
her husband and ohiidrea, lay lit, with
no disease, apparrently, bat extreme
weakness and weariness, ordered her
to go to the city alone ; speed a month
in absolute idleness, mixing as often as
possible with erewds of people who
were interested and excited, at Obiist,
at concerts, even in public meetings .
The pst*ent, a shy, diffident womae,
obeyed,and came home with a new oei
or in her cheeks and new Itfe is her
heart. "I once asked,*' said a well*
known lawyer, "the famous backwoods
preacher, Baacnm, what was the secret
of his power, ss an orator; how he eoa*
trived to sway large nambers of men
to his will. 'First,' be snswered, 'I
brine them close to me and to eaeh
other. Leave no empty benches be*
tween you and yoor audience. The
electric spark will not pass across a gap
from one man to another.' " Three
ideas msy seem fauciful to some of oar
practical readers ; but there is a solid
basis of truth uoder them ail. Physi
cians usually briog all their skill to
bear in curing the ailments of the body
and neglect the mind, which effects
every part of the body. There Is a hu
man magnetism which We are all apt
to overlook in our materia medtea.
Hard-working women in the lonely
farms or isolated villages of this coun
try often find themselves growing irri
table sod Dervous. They do not need
tonics or moral discipline. They seed
friction with unfamiliar minds, new
ideas, novel scenes, just as their lunge,
after using up all tbe oxygen in a close
room,need the air of out doors. Young
girls are too apt, voluntarily, to force
themselves Into this state, disappointed
in natural longings for a congenial
companion, they resolve to Hve alone,
and shut .themselves into their own
souls.
The resources are not sufficient to
keep off famine. "Only a Ood or a
brute can dwell In solitude," says tbe
wise o'd Germau.
They Found an Honest Man,
Last April John Pfletcher, a termer
of Blooming Grove, Pa., quarreled
with his neighbor, John Hobday, and
finally shot him, inflicting a severe
wound. On the following day
Pfletcher was arrested and held to
await the action of tbe Grand Jury on
a charge of attempted manslaughter.
The following month Pfletcher escap
ed from jail in Milford, Pike county,
went to his home, where he reaaained
two weeks, and then returned and
gave himself np, giving as a reason
for running away that he wanted to
plant his spring corn. At the June
term of court he was found gnilty of
assault in the second degree. When
asked by Judge Seeley If he had any
reason to offer why sentence should
not be pronounced, he arose and said;
Yer Honor, I have. You see, I
have twenty tons of hay out in the
field, and it will be worth $2O a ton
next fall, I wish you would let me go
and get it in, and then I will come
back in the fall aud stand any sen
tence you may pass upon me.
This proposition struck Judge See
ley ss decidedly original, but after
consulting with Associate Judges Ba
ker and Hornbeck he allowed him to
depart on his own recognizance, tell
ing him to be back at the October term
to receive sentence. Promptly on
the opening of court Pfletcher was
on hand, and Judge Seeley sentenced
him to imprisonment in the Milford
jail for sixty days and to pay a
fine of $lBO. His term was np la*t
Monday and then a new difficulty
arose. He had only $BO, and there
fore could not pay bis fine. Pfletcher
sent for Judge Baker and offered to
give bis note for $lOO.
"I have no objection," said tbe
Judge, "providing tbe County Com
missioners will accept it"
The Commissioners were summon
ed, and after being assured by Pfletch
er "there was no danger, he would
pay it if be bad to work bis linger
nails off/' they accepted his note
without an endorser, and Pfletcher
was a free man once uwre.
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