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VOL. 00.
HIS NEW COAT.
'ls it really true. Max, that you are
going to have a dinner-patty at tlie
Grange ? Of learned gentlemen ? And
papa is to be invited ?'
Fanny Leslie ilutig her little crochet
cap into tbe air, and caught it again
with the dexterity of a slight of-liaiul
performer.
Max Lyntlt'ld.who was sitting on the
low stone stile that separated the well
kept grounds of the Grange from the
weedy wilderness of the Leslie estate,
with a gun balanced on bis shoulder,
and a game-bag slung oyer his back,
nodded emphatically.
'AH the scientitic lights of the con
vention are to be invited,' said he
'Spectacles and baldheads will be at a
premium. Don't you wish you were a
learned old fudge-eh, Fan? Of course,
your governor is to be inyited. Don't
he know the most about Egyptology,
and ancient Roman letterings, of any
old gentleman in the land ? Isn't
Professor Tolmaine especially anxious
to make his acquaintance ? And isn't
Doctor Debrun going to bring, in Lis
waistcoat pocket, a slab of stone chip
ped off from the nose of some Assyrian
statue or other for him to identify ?
What are you looking so sober about ?
Jealous because you can't make out the
company, eh? I'm sorry for you, 1-an
uy ; but you had no business to be a
woman.'
'lt isn't that,' said Fannie, with lu -
dicrous solemnity. 'What day is the
dinner to be, Max ?'
'The seventeenth. Just two weeks
from to-day. But I say, Fan, what
are you in such a hurry for ?'
'lt's almost sundown,' said Miss
Leslie, gathering her scarf about her
shoulders iu a hurried way. 'And I
have waisted ever so much time here
already. Good-by, Max '
'Yes; but I say, Fanny—'
The only response to his appeal was
the light, quicA sound of the girl's
footsteps, as she flitted away over the
carpet of autumn leaves that covered
the path, into the yellow mist of the
October afternoon.
'What a pretty girl that is !' Max
Lynfleld murmured to himself; 'Her
eyes are exactly the color of a bazlenut,
and she has got the sweetest little su
gar-plum of a mouth that I ever beheld!
But I don't see why she need be in
such a hurry.'
And he disconsolately picked up the
game-bag which he had unbuckled
from his shoulder, and strode away,
whistling.
Meanwhile, Fanny Leslie had sped
to the dreary, old-fashioned stone
house, blotched with milew and full of
a spectral silence, where old Mr. Leslie
sat, spectacled and absorbed, among
his books, and Alma, the eldest daugh
ter, was in the kitchen making a dam
son pudding for dinner.
She looked up as Fanny came flying
in.
'I thought you never were coming,
Fan,' said she. 'Did you bring the
powdered sugar ?'
'Here it is.' Fanny flung a little pa
per on the table. 'But oh, Alma 1 the
dinner-paity at tho Grange is to be on
the seventeenth, and papa is to be one
I of the invited guests !'
Alma Leslie paused in her task of
sprinkling snowy sugar over the crush
ed purple damsons in the plate.
'Oh, Fanny !' said she. 'But of
course he can't go. He has no coat fit
to be seen at a dinner party in Colonel
Lynfle'd's house.'
'Alma, he must go !'
'How can he, Fanny ?'
'lt will be such a treat for him, Al
ma, to meet those scientific gentlemen,
and get a glimpse of the world he has
so long left behind him,' pleaded Fan
uy. 'We must manage it somehow !'
Alma knitted her black brows to
gether.
'How much moripy"is there in the
drawer. Fan ?' she asked, abruptly.
'I don't quite know—fifteen dollars,
I think.'
'All this proves the imposibility of
our fine dinner-party, Fan,' said Alma,
shrugging her shoulders. 'Fifteen dol
lars would just about purchase the
cloth for a new coat.'
Fanny looked gravely at her sister.
'Well,' said she, 'this is all I want.
Giye me the cloth, and I'll make the
coat.'
'What nonsense. Fanny ?'
'lt isn't nousense at all.'
' You make a broadcloth coat ?'
'Why shouldn't I ? Didn't I make
a cloth ulster for myself, and make it
nice, too ?'
'But you are not a tailor !'
•I'll be a tailoress, which is just as
good.'
'You haye no pattern, Fan.'
'I can rip papa's old coat apart and
get the pattern from that, Alma.
Where is it ? Is he wearing it now ?'
'lie has got on that old dressing
gown of his,' said Alma.
'Then get the coat—that's a dear—
' and rip it carefully apart,' said Fanny,
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 20., 188<>.
'while I no down to the store and huy
the broadcloth. We haven't a second
of time to loose.'
The next two days were days of cut
ting, stitching, pressing, calculating,
in the big,sunny south room which the
Leslie girls sailed their boudoir.
Oid Mr. Leslie sat a noug his dusty
tomes and ponderous dictionaries, with
a pencil hack of each ear and a pen in
his hand, making miles and scribbling
oil paragraphs, all unconscious of what
was going on around him.
4 lf I'm to be at that diutier-party of
"savants," 'ho said to Alma, 'I must
settle this question as to the authenti
city of the Eudoic monograph.'
'Certainly, papa.' sain Alma, in an
abstracted way, as she hemmed a new
black silk cravat, and pondered as to
the practicability of new gloves, and
whether her father could be induced to
wear them if they were bought.
'Papa,'said Fanny, the evening be
fore the eventful day, 'we want you to
try oa your coat to-night.'
'To try on my coat !' vaguely repeat
ed the philosopher. 'What coat? what
for V
'Oh, just to see if it's all right !' said
Fanny, not without a little qualm of
terror lest her father should discover
the pious fraud and object to wear
homemade garments.
Absently, Mr. Leslie rose up, divest
ed himself of his faded dressing-gown,
and put on the new coat.
Alma and Fanny viewed him with
critical eyes, and exchanged glances of
satisfaction at each other.
'Does it feel quite com rotable, papa?'
asked Alma.
'Very nice, my dear—very nice,' said
the philosopher. 'Really 1 didn't know
that old coat looked so nice. Take it
away, daughter,and brush it thorough
ly, and have it leady for me to mor
row, with a fresh necktie and a clean
pocket handkerchief.'
And once more he plunged into the
depths of the Eudeic monograph ques
tion.
'Fanny,' said Alma, in a low voice,
'it's a success !'
'Alma,' responded Fanny, in the
same tone, 'I knew that it would be !'
Mr. Leslie went to the dinner-party
at Lynfleld Grange,and astonished sev
eral dozen othei old gentlemen by the
depth of his wisdom aud the profundity
of his learning, and nobody discovered
that the homemade coat was not the
chief d'enure of a New York clothier.
But Fanny Leslie was not destined
to heir the last of the coat. Miss
Helena St. Jacquin, who had chanced
to surprise them iu the task, whispered
it mysteriously to her dearest friend
Mrs. Emerson Fielding. And every
one knew, preseutly, that the Leslie
girls had turned tailoresses and taken
iu work by the day.
'lt was Fanny,' said MissSt.Jacquin,
'1 saw Ler myself, pressing out the
seams of a coat with a prodigious
smoothing-iron—a man's coat ! They
tried to shufflj it out of sight as soon
as possible, but they weren't quick
enough for me !'
•Well,' said Max Lynfleld carelessly,
'why shouldn't they sew men's coats
as well as woman's worsted work ?'
Mrs. Emerson Fielding elevated her
pretty little nose.
'l'm afraid,' said she, 'we shall have
to leave the Leslie girls off our list for
the charade.parties next winter.'
Max Lyntield rose up in exceeding
great wrath.
'Then you may leave mc off, too !'
said he, and stalked out of the room.
He went straight to the old stone
house. Fanny was in the garden gath
ering chrysantheuras great white
fringed beauties, and buds that were
like balls of gold, and little brick-red
blossoms full of a strange aromatic
fragrance Eastern spices.
'Fan,' said be, 'if you had wauted
money, you ought haye come to me.
Haven't we been fiiends long enough
to induce you to put any confidence in
me ?'
Fanny looked at him in serene sur
prise.
'But Max,' she said, 'we don't want
money—no more than usual, that is to
say. Everybody wants money, L sup
pose.'
And she clipped off a stem of rich
maroon flowers, and laid it lovingly a
mong the rest of her floral trophies.
Honest Max, who had no idea of di
plomacy,plunged headlong iuto the sub
ject.
'Then,' said he, 'what'sall this story
about your taking iu tailor-work ?'
'About my taking in tailor-work ?'
'Yes. Miss St. Jacquin saw you
working at it.'
'Did she ?' Fanny's cheeks tinned
scarlet. 'Miss St. Jacquin had better
have been attending to her own busi
ness. But since she has told you half
a story, I may as well supply the other
half. lam suie it is no secret.'
Aud she tald Max Lyufield the whole
of the simple tale.
'Fan,you're a trump !' said he. 'And
you really made that coat yourself ?'
A I'AI'KR FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.
'1 really made that coat myself
with a little help from Alma I' proudly
spoke Fanny.
'I shoull like a daughter like you
that is to say, when I develop into an
old gentleman of scientific tastes,' said
Max.
'Oli, you'll never develop into a
scientist,' si id Fanny. 'You am a deal
too active and wideawake. 'You're
not half wise enough.'
At this Max's honest countenance
fell.
'I know it,' said lit sorrowfully.
'You despise me. You think I am a
dunce.'
Fanny dropped all Lor flowers, in her
consternation.
'Oh, Max,' alio cried,''l don't despise
you at all. I like you !'
'That isn't the question,' said Max,
moodily. The question is, do you love
me ?'
'Max !'
'Fanny! No—stay here!' pasting
himseff, with lightning rapidity, in the
doorway. 'Unless you jump down the
terrace, you can't get away from me.
And I'm determined to have an an
swer.'
He had the answer. And the answer
was 'Yes.'
It is yery seldom, you see, thai a
thoroughly determined young man al
lows Himself to be baffled.
Mrs. Fielding, the pretty widow.was
deeply annoyed; Miss St.Jacquin raved.
'But, you see,' Mr. Lynfleld after
ward said, 'I never should have known
how mucli I cared for Fan, if I hadn't
heard those spiteful cats criticising
her.'
Aud Mr. Leslie wore the selfsame
coat to his daughter's wedding.
But, to tho end of his learned and
scientific life, he never knew who made
it.
Savants are not wise in the ordinary
events of everyday life.
A Level-Headed Brakeman.
A number of years ago a stubby
young man with a big mouth and solid
looking head was taken on the Chicago,
Burlington & Qulncy Railroad as a
freight brakeman. He seemed to pay
no attention to the sports indulged in
by his fellow-brakemen when off duty,
but spent most of his time around the
shops learning how to run engines and
picking up information about the ma
chinery of railroading. One day a tall,
clerical-looking man was riding in the
caboose of the train on which this
young man was employed. The tall
man seemed to take a kindly interest
in the young brakeman, who answered
bis questions courteously, but did not
permit tho passenger to interfere in the
least with his duty. Finally the train
came to a standstill, and it was found
that it had met another freight train at
a station where the side track was not
long enough to hold either train. The
problem presented was : How were
the trains to get by each other? In this
day that would be solved very easi lv,
but it so happened that at that time,
when railroading was a very different
matter, neither conductor had encoun
tered such a condition of affairs and
both supposed that one of the trains
would have to back up to a station
with a longer side track. As the con
ductors were discussing* this the tall
passenger and the young brakeman
came np to them. When the young
man understood the situation he said
to his conductor, iespectfully :
'You can get by.'
'llow, I'd like to know ?' said the
conductor.
The young brakeman picked up a
stick and marked out in the mud what
is now known to every railroad man as
'sawing-by.' The trains were sawed
and went their way. The next day
the young man was called to the divis
ion superintendent's otlice, where he
met the tall passenger-Superintendent
11. 11. Hitchcock—and was taken into
his more immediate employ, where he
learned telegraphy and became a train
despatches In a short time the office
of master of transportation was creat
ed, and the young man was given that
place. From that day he has grown
rapidly, ar.d now the man who rides
over the Chicago & Alton Railroad on
the general manager's pass reads that
young brakeman's name at the foot of
it, C. 11. Chappell, general manager.—
Chicago News.
Learning the Business.
'What is the first thingyou endeavor
to teach a young man when he goes to
work in your store ?' was the question
asked of a successful Elmira business
man a day or two ago.
•Well, the first thing that I endeavor
to teach him,' was the response, 'is
that he don't know anything about the
business. lie will then be willing to
begin at the bottom and master the
whole trade in detail.'
There seems to be considerable sense
in tbe gentleman's remarks.— Elmira
Gazette.
Tho Impression of a Dying Mother's
Last Words.
A venerable {clergyman of Virginia
said lately : Men of my profession see
much of the tragic side of life. Beside
a death bed tho secret of passions, tho
hidden evil as well as the good m hu
man nature, are very often dragged to
the light. I Have seen men die in bat
tle, children, and young wiyes in their
husbands' arms, but no death ever
seemed so pathetic to me as that of an
old woman, a member my church.
'1 knew her first as a young girl,
beautiful, gay, full of spirits and vigor.
She married and had four children; her
husband died and left her penniless.
She taught school, she painted,she sow
ed, she gave herself scarcely time to eat
or sleep. Every thought was for her
children to educate them, to give them
tho same chance which their faith
would haye done.
'She succeeded ; sent the boys to col
lege, and the girls to school. When
they came home,reined girls and strong
young men, abreast with a'l the new
ideas and tastes of their time, she was
a worn out commonplace old woman.
They had their own pursuits and com
panions. She lingered among them
for two or three years and then died of
some sudden failure in the brain. The
shock woke them to consciousness, in
an agony of grief. The oldest son,as he
held her in his arms, cried :
'You have leen a good mother to
us!'
'ller face colored again, her eyes kin
dled into a smile, and she whispered,
'You never said that before, John.'
Then the light died out and she was
gone.'
llow many men and women sacrifice
their own hopes and ambitions, their
strength, their life itself, to their chil
dren, who receive it as a matter of
course, and begrudge a caress, a word
of gratitude, in payment of all that has
been giyen them.
Boys, when you come oack from col
lege, don't consider that your only re
lation to your father is to 'get as much
money as the governor will stand.'
Look at his gray hair, his uncertain
step, his dim eyes, and remember in
whose service he lias grown old. You
can never pay him the debt you owe,
but at least acknowledge it before it is
too late.
A Tough Regiment.
Jack Stephens, Clerk of the Criminal
Court, tells how it came about that his
regiment was in the late Senator Mil
ler's brigade but fifteen minutes.
Jiick's regiment was one of the tough
est iti the army, and nobody seemed
anxious to have it in his commaud.
After it had been transferred from one
brigade to another and had found no
body who could control it, Gen. Miller,
who was on pretty good terms with
himself and had a high opinion of his
ability to control any set of men, asked
to have the tough regimeut added to
his brigade. There was no opposition
to this, oi course, and the transfer was
made. Gen. Miller immediately order
ed the regiment up in line and proceed
ed to make a speech to it, telling the
boys what he was and what lie was not
going to suffer them to do. As he
warmed up to his subject be drew off
his long gauntlets and laid them |on a
drum standing near him. Hardly'.had
he done this when one of the boys in
the tine sneaked behind the General
and in plain sight of the entire regi
ment stole the gaunlets and succeeded
in getting back to hisplacein tlie ranks
unobserved by the eloquent General.
At the close of the speech, which did
not take longer than ten minutes, the
General dismissed the boys and turned
to pick up his gaunlets.
'Well, I'll be blessed I' What he
said is not fully reported, but the fact
is known that in five minutes more he
had succeeded in having the regiment
turned over to another brigade.
Eixibalmod by the Soil.
Human bodies bu-ied in limestone
countries are often turned to solid stone
by the lime water which penetrates the
grayes. In other soils there are ele
ments whiuh sometimes so enbalm the
buried dead as to preserve form and
features unchanged. Many such cases
are on record. Robert Burn's body
was disinterred in 1815, to be removed
to a new tomb. To the surprise of all
his friends, the features were found to
be as perfect as at bis burial.
Tlie case of John Hampden, the fam
ous English patriot and leader, was
more surprising. His body was disin
terred by Lord Nugent, two hundred
years after burial, but foim and feat
ures were as unchanged as if the corpse
had been recently laid In the grave.
When General Washington's body
was taken up at Mt. Yernon, to be laid
in a sarcophagus and removed to the
permanent tomb, bis face was found
to be in a state of perfect preservation.
In all these cases, however, the pro
cess of decay had gone on internally,
though arrested at the surface. After
a brief exposure to the air, the body
crumbled, and all resemblance to life
passed away.— Youth's Companion.
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A THIEF DETECTOR.
One Man's Employment in a
New York Store.
A Private Deteotive Who Mingles
with tho Throng of Shoppers.
A tall haughty young woman,
wrapped in furs, with large diamond
earings, moved lazily through the
throng of shoppers in an uptown dry
goods establishment the other day.
She viewed with indifference the
great variety of objects exposed for
sale, and chatted gayly with a young
and stylish dressed companion, cast
ing haughty looks of displeasure at
tho more vulgar shoppers whenever,
as it frequently they were
rude enough to jostle against her.
A handsome Japanese leather shop
ping satchel swung from her left arm,
and in a harder jostle than any she
had yet received, the spring had snap
ped and the satchel swung open. In
side lay a purse, some loose green
backs, and odd change temptingly ex
posed to view. The fair owner con
tinued her elegant walk utterly obli
vious of the danger threatening her
purse.
A stylish young fellow who had
been darting hither and thither in the
throng suddenly rested his eyes on
the open satchel. They twinkled for
a moment, and then he became very
earnest and apparenty very anxious
to reach the street. He forced his
way up to the satchel, dexterously hid
it from view, and slvly stole his hand
into its depths, lie was about to
withdraw it again, when he met with
a sudden and unexpected shock. A
stout, heavily built man, with his
overcoat buttoned up to the ears, who
had been moving slowly with the
crowd, apparently indifferent to every
thing and everybody, had suddenly
taken a violent interest in the dapper
young man, and it was his hand
which had arrested the thief just as he
had started to remove purse and mon
ey from the open satchel.
The young lady turned around
with a slight scream, much disturbed,
and there was a commotion in the im
mediate neighborhood.
'Keep your satchel closed, madam,'
remarked the stout man calmly, and
before she recovered from her fright
he had disappeared with the thief in
his custody.
A reporter for the San, w T ho had
watched the foregoing, followed the
two men into a private office at one
end of the second story.
'I should think that you would
know enough to keep out of here,'
said the stout man angrily to the
thief.
The latter laughed carelessly and
submitted to being searched without
a murmur.
'What's the odds,' he returned with
a grin.
'The bosses won't have us arrested,
so we run no risks. Once in a while
we strike a duffer when you're off
gallivanting with the daisies. That
was a pretty lay you spoiled just now,
though,' he added regretfully. 'Won't
you come out and have something ?'
'Notjust now,' replied the stout
man ironically, 'but I'll see that you
get out.'
'I am the house detective,' he said
a little later, after having conducted
his charge out of a side door. 'I have
been a detective nearly all my life,
and I owe my present place to the
fact that I know by sight every pro
fessional thiet and pickpocket in the
country. I get a large salary for do
ing nothing but walk up and down
through the store all day, and am en
tirely my own master. I have sever
al assistants also, but I am responsi
ble for all. If a pocketbook is lost,an
article taken from a counter,or a clerk
knocks down, I am held to answer, so
that I am obliged to keep my eyes
wide open all the time.
'People are very careless. A doz
en times at least every daj I have to
warn ladies that their shopping satch
els are open, or that they have laid
their purses on the counter while ex
amining goods.
'lt is a rule of this house to avoid
publicity as much as possible in the
matter of arrests. If I find a thief,
even in the act of stealing, I simply
take away his booty, search him care
fully for other stolen goods and then
put him out. If I find him in a
crowd, even when he is not plying
his trade, I search him just the same
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and put bim out. I use no dis
guise. The thieves know mo and I
know them. They submit to search
rather than arrest, and in that way
we keep from the public tho fact that
thieves frequent this place. There is
no doubt that they do come here in
large numbers as well as to every
other large store. Some of the big
gest criminals in the country have
been in this store. They frequent
the art stores very much, for there
they have a chance to make rieh and
unsuspecting acquaintances.
'Besides watching for thieves from
outside, I have to keep my eyes Oil
the employees. I am supposed to
know what they all do, inside and ont
of the store, from the superintendent
down to the scrub woman.. If the
superintendent is a drinking man or
the cash girl eats more candy than
her wages would pay for, the firm
wants to know it. If the young clerk
there spends bis nights going around
town, I am expected to keep my eye
on him. I take orders from no one
but the firm itself, and, although I be
lieve I am popular with the employ
es, I also know that lam feared by
them, for an evil report from me
would be immediately followed by the
delinquent's discharge. The firm
trusts me, and I am proud of it, but
it's a trying and responsible place all
the same.
The reporter watched the detective
as he slowly moved away, apparently
seeing nothing but his little piercing
eyes taking in everthing within their
range of vision.
HE DIDN'T BITE.
Sharpers Discover a Farmer Who
Was up to their Brightest Game.
There is a sharper's game which has
been played for the last hundred years,
and as the turning point is avarice the
game works forty-nine times where it
fails once. Two sharpers set oat a tew
weeks ago to play it on a Wayne coun
ty farmer. One of them came along
one day and wanted to buy the farm.
As the farmer wanted to sell it was
quite easy to strike a bargain. The
price was to be $4,000 in cash, and the
man handed over $250 to bind the bar
gain. Within two days a second stran
ger came along and wanted the farm,
lie wanted it so bad that he couldn't
stand still. He found indications of
coal, natural gas and coal oil. and be
was willing to give $6,500 for the place.
The idea was of course, that the farm
er would be awful sick of his first sale
and seek to buy the man off. It would
pay him to offer the man $1,500 to re
lease him.
The second stranger was only out cf
sight when the first one turned up a
gain. His mouth watered over the
prospect, but not for long. The farm
er explained that he had been offered
$2,500 more, and added :
4 But I don't care for money. The
$4,000 is enough for me and it's all the
old farm is worth. Wheu you are ready
to pay the balance we'll make out the
papers.'
The purchaser offered to release him
for sl,ooo—s7oo—ssoo—s3oo, but the
farmer didn't want to be released. He
hung to the bargain money and he's
got it yet, while the pair of sharpers
rave and gnash their teeth every time
they think of the thickness of his skull.
—Detroit Free Press.
The Dry Terms.
Frmn (he Portland (Northampton Co.)\Eraer
prise.
It may be interesting to look back on
this old Record of dry seasons, which
dates back to pilgrim fathers' times :
In the summer of 1621, 24 days in suc
cession without rain • in the summer
of 1630, 41 days ; summer 1656, 75
days ; summer 1662, 80 days; sum
mer 1674 , 46 days ; summer 1689, 81
days ,* summer 1694, 62 days ; sum
mer 1705, 40 days; summer 1716, 45
days ; summer 1720 , 61 days ; sum
mer 1730, 92 days; summer 1741, 72
days; summer 1749,108 dass ; sim
mer 1755, 42 days ; summer 1762, 128
days ; summer 1773, 80 days ; sum
mer 1791, 82 days ; summer 1802, 23
days; summer 1812, 28 days; sum
mer 1856, 24 days; summer 1871, 42
days ; summer 1874, 26 days ; sum
mer 1875, 27 days. It will be seen that
the longest drouth that ever occurred
in America was in the summer of 1762,
no rain falling from the first of May to
the first of September, making 123 days
without rain. Many of the inhabitants
sent to England for hay and grain.
The above does not include the dry
terms for the last ten years. If any of
the readers of this paper could giye it
to us we would bo glad to have it. It
would show us how we Americans
were blessed during this 265 years,
thanks to the Giver of All.
JONAS ETTINGER.
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