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Office on Alleghany Street. North of High Street JGROCKERHOFF HOUSE, ALLEGHENY ST., BELLEFONTE, PA. O, G. McMILLEN, PROPRIETOR. Good Sample Room on First Floor. Free Buss to and from all trains. Special rates to witnesses and jurors. QUMMINS HOUSE, BISHOP STREET, BELLEFONTE, PA., EMANUEL BROWN, PROPRIETOR Home newly re lit ted and refurnished. Ev erything done to mike guests comfortable. Rates modera*' . tronage respectfully solici ted 5-ly yRVIN HOUSE, (Most Central Hotel in the city.) CORNEITOF MAIN AND JAY STREETS LOCK HAVEN, PA. S.WOODSOALDWELL PROPRIETOR. Good sameple rooms for commercial Travel era.oa first floor. R. A. BUMILLER, "Editor. VOL. 00. The Tramp's flower. 4 Booh ! hoh ! And what you got there V Can't you give me a flower ?' Lunarie—U.at was the way her fath er called the chubby little girl—looked up out of the dark shadow of the vines, where her face resembled a white star. She wondered who it was that leaned over the fence and spoke to her. 'lt is a big moon-face,' she said to heiself, 'a lot of hair 'bout it. And, uear me, I wouldn't wear such an or ful old hat. And his cose don't look very fresh and nice, one bit.' Wbile Lurapie was painting the stranger's portrait, he was looking up at the sky, and holding out his hand to the wind to find out the drift of the latter, and make a weather-guess. lie now turned and asked again : 'Say, Sis, won't you give me a po sy ¥' Lumpie picked a bright nasturtium and gave it to him. 'That's a good one, and I'd rather have it than a lump of gold, Sis.' 'My papa don't call mo Sis.' 'Don't he ? Well, what does he say V 'Lumpie.' 'Lumpie ! lie beats all at namin' folks ; don't he ?' 'You got a papa ?' 'Not that I know of. Why,Lumpie, if he were livin', he'd be as old as that tree back of you, and that would fetch the tree up to seventy years, sure.' •You got a mamma ¥' continued Lumpie, as if taking the census. 'No the old woman's she's gone"— 'Old ooman ¥' 'My—my—mother.' 'She gone ?' 'Yes.' •Gone yare ?' •Where heaven is. Dou't you know V 'I 'spect it's up, up 'bove dat spooce tree, somevare.' "That's where she is a singin' cher ub there, these twenty years.' 'Vare's your home ¥' 'Home ?' The toues were sad, pitifully sad. 'Where's your home ?' 'Here, vare papa and mamma are.' 'Where mother is, that's my home. I wish it was. Well, Sis—Lumpie, your flower may help me get there.' 'Moye on !' suddenly called out a gruff voice. 'Don't block the side walk ! Move on !' In an instant, the moon face, the big lot of hair, the old hat and seedy coat which Lumpie had been looking st all vanished, an then appeared a man wearing a blue coat and silver badge, who strutted along and wrapped on the fence with his billy in an important way. Lumpie now ran into the house and was met by Aunt Salome,who was keeping house for her brother since the beginning of his wife's sickness.* 'Lumpie, whom were you talking with ?' •I dunno. He didn't have very nice cose, and hasn't a home.' 'A tramp 1 Horrors !' 'Tamp ?' 'Yes. Sakes alike !' 'I give him a fower.' 'What kind ? Not one of those beautiful dahlias ?' 'A nasturtium, all yaller. Only he said 'twas gold.' 'I warrant ; for that's what he is after.' 'He's a good man, 'cause he said suskin about his old mumma's home in Heaven.' 'Good ? I don't want any of his goodness. Ce-phus!' Aunt Salome had now rushed to a back kitchen window, from which she could 100k out upon the garden where toiled Lumpie's father, Cephas Bixby. His face no more resembled his sister's thin, wiry, nervous visage than a shiu gle. 'Ce-phus 1 Ce-phus I Why don't you hear me ?* 'I hear you. What is it ?' •Who do you suppose is round ?' 'Folks say I am,' and here Cephus mischievously contemplated his plump, round body. •Now, don't plague me. Who do you s'pose has been on the gardeu fence ?' • 'A fly. I guess.' Cephas here referred to Auut Sa lome's great summer horror. 'Salome, there has been one special fly that I know for two days has b;en watching your screens and trying to get in. Get in ! If lam ever hungry, may I not be a fly trying to get by your screens.' 'You are too bad. Cephus. It was a tramp ; and I'm goin' to complain of him at the police-station.' 'Oh I let him go. I dare say the po lice have seen him ; and in fact one went by here only Ave minutes ago.' 'Well, I'm goin ; to make sure and enter the complaint. I know he's spotted the house, and to-night be'll break in here. There's no tellin' what MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 29., 1880. he may do to you. Sakes ! lie may murder you.' Cephas directed a funny look at the toes of his boots, and lesumed his work. 'Where are you going when you fin ish here V' 'Well, 1 shan't go oft to bo a tramp while you are lieie. You may be sure of that. Bless me 1 You would have mo in the stition house before night.' 'Now, Cephas, tell me where you are goin' when you get through here.' 'I s'pose 1 must go down to Emer son's block and inspect it. I did not build it, though that is my business ; but Emerson lias been suspicious of the man's thoroughness who did put it up, aud he wants me to step in and look 'round.' 'Dou't venture where it is dangerous will you, Cephas ? Get that tramp and let him go in.' 'Not I. I won't ask a man to go where I won't risk mystlf. Aunt Salome muttered something about risking 'a tramp's useless life,' and then went into the house to put on her ample sun-bonnet. She told Bob, the colored servant boy, to put 'Jim' into the coupe aud drive her down street. 'I would like to get some desciiption of the tramp,' Aunt Salome reasoned to herself, 'and I've a great mind to let Bob call him out of that saloon ahead. Of course he's in there. That's where such people go. Then I can describe him to the police. Bob alighted, and went toward the saloon door. 'Well, Bob,' said Jerry Collins, tho saloon-keeper,meeting him on the door step, 'I see you have got Aunt Salome here. Will she take a nip ?' The saloon-keeper raised his voice in this closing clause,and roguishly wink ed at several thirsty customers. Aunt Salome heard it, and iu disgust kept her head out of sight. 'Ob 1 she warns to know if a tramp has been here.' 'No. I saw, though, a trampish* looking sort of a fellow opposite here, and I thought be was going to make a call ; but he swung a yellow flower in his hand, looked at that, and then mov ed 01L' Was Lumpie's flower guiding the homeless one homeward ? 'I won't give it up. lie ought to be here,' said Aunt Salome, as they Dear ed a gambling saloon, knowing very well he ought not to be there. 'Tramp been here ?' replied the pro prietor to the inquiring Bob. 'Well, no ; yes. A big rough heathen came to my door, twirling a yellow flower ; but he turned away and I lost sight of him.' Was the flower still guiding ? 'What shall I do ?' exclaimed Aunt Salome. 'I can't report his looks as 1 would like to the police,and yet I must haye them jest watch our house. Land 1 What is that noise ? Bob, what is it V 'Awful, marm, wasn't it ? Ilebben and arth gib way den ? Fearful noise ! See dose folks runnin' 1' 'What can it be P screamed Aunt Salome. 'Do you know, mister ?' The man she was hailing stopped in the midst of a vigorous run, and bawl sd out : 'They say it's Emerson's block that has tumbled.' The man had 110 second edition of news to give her, but rushed on head long. 'O Ce-phus, you there ?' shrieked Aunt Salome. 'Drive on, Bob !' And Bob drove till they came to the ruins, one mass of fallen chimney, walls, floors, roofs. There was a dense black crowd around the spot. Several of tho people, seeing Aunt Salome, rushed to Hie carriage. 'lie is safe, marm. He's all right.' 'Ce-phus is V' •Yes ; we have him in the 'pothe cary-3tore ; but he had a narrow es cape,' said a man. 'I saw the whole of it. You see this building was not put up right, and everybody thought it crazy,and Emerson wanted your broth er to examine the thing. People thought they saw the end wall bulgin' out and advised him not to g> ; but down iuto the cellar he went. While he was there the end tumbled,and then we heard a big cry for help from the cellar. You see it was Cephas caught under a timber. But you must not wonder if no man dared go down there ; for people were callin' out: 'Tother end is bulgin' out I' At last there came along a big, strong moose sort of a feller, a rougli-lookiii' custo mer that nobody knew, and lie jest whisked down that cellar quickly ; and in about as short a time as I am telling this story, lie got to your brother and then passed him out to us through a cellar window. By the time we'd crossed the street with Cephus ' 'Then Ce-phus is hurt V interposed Aunt Salome. 'No, he was kinder scratched, t)ut really he won't need even a plaster.' A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE 'And that, man ?' •Well, as I was sayln', we had cross ed the street with Cephus and all there wis 'eft of the building tumbled I 'Twas awful !' 'And burled that man underneath ?' 4 That's where lie is,l'm sorry to say; under that pile tho people are tryin' to turn ovei ; for they think they can fetch him out pretty quick, guessin' a boufc where ho is.' The next in vnent Aunt Salome was out of the cart (age. In spite of a lot of nerves, she had a lot of sense and heart in her old, thin body, and she went off at once to get things that she knew would he helpful to the poor fel low, if taken from the ruins aliye. Soon there was a shout. 'They've got Inm !' bawled a specta tor. •Take him to the 'pothecary's 1' call ed out Aunt Salome. There they toDk him,and he was laid beside Cephus. The latter was sore and weak, but Aunt Salome's inform ant was right in saying he would not need even a plaster. His lifeless res cuer, though, was so bruised and bat tered, so mutilated and so coyered with blood and dust, that he was not recog nized. When his face had been washed by Aunt Salome, then, even, 110 one knew him. 'Who can it be ?' inquired the by standers. 'I know,' 9aid Aunt Salome. She had pulled out of the dead man's pock et a crushed little yellow flower. Auut Salome was not given to dreams. 'Weak, vain, superstitious !' she called them. However, that night, af ter questioning Lumpie about tho tl >w er, and learning much that the tramp had said, a dream came to her. She seemed to see a valley shrouded in darkness, but beyoml it glowed the walls of a Golden City. Ar.d treading tho darkened way, she saw the tramp bearing the yellow flower in his hand. The flower shone with the brilliancy of the city beyond ; and it was toward that city his face was turned.—lnde pendent. A FIENDISH WOMAN. Barbarious Treatment By a Foster Mother. A Little Boy Subjected to tho Most Outrageous and Inhuman Cru elties—The Husband Afraid to Interfere. DETROIT, Mich., July 22.—Colonel T. C. Hudson is a well-knownl>ctroit cr.' He is entry clerk in the Custom House here, and lives with his wife in good style at No. 140 Locust street. A tremendous sensation was caused yesterday by tho application of a neighbor named Mrs. J. J. England to the Prcbate Court to appoint C. M. Stocking guardian of Clarence,the 5-ycar-old foster child of Colonel and Mrs Hudson. Mr. Stocking is the agent of the Humane Society, and the proceedings were taken 011 the advice of the society. Mrs.Hudson is charg ed with the most inhuman treatment of the child. The story of her brutality is a nar rative that would be incredible if not proved by tho testimony of a former domestic in the Hudson family and other eye-witnesses, including Mr. Hudson himself, who seemed utterly unable to prevent it. He declared yesterday that the"puro dcvilishness" of his wife rendered it impossible for him to interfere with her torture of the lad. One of her favorite modes of pun ishment, the domestic says, was to double him up,with his head between his legs, tie him in that position,place hira in the bath-tub and then turn the water on him. If he kicked or squirm ed she would take him out and beat him until his back was black and blue. Another method of. punishment was to tie his hands behind his head and place him in a dark cellar, where she would keep him for hours at a time. If the boy told Mr. Hudson when be came home of what had occurred Mrs. Hudson would give him a worse pun ishment the next day. Tho boy was on several different occasions made to stand in the corner of the room with bis face pushed up against the wall for hours at a time. Mrs. Hudson would sit where she could see him,and evcrv once in a while would call out, 'Push harder; I can tell when you are not pressing hard,' and the suffering child push so hard that his nose would be almost flattened out. Another method of torture was to make the boy bite bis own tongue, and Mrs. Hudson would compel him ' to do this until his tongue would swell up double its natural size. On one oc casion the little fellow was asleep in bed, and Mrs. Hudson went to his room and told liini that she was the devil and had come to kill him. 'All right,' replied the boy. Often she made him stand up in front of her for hours at a time when she was at work. On cno occasion, after ho had stood there for two or three hours, she said, 'You hate me. Don't you ?' 'No, mamma,' replied the boy. 'That's a lie,' screamed the woman, 'andl will whip you for it,' and then she gave him a terrible beating with a piece of barrel stave that she kept for that purpose. Tho boy made no outcry. In fact, he never whimpered or cried when she was inflicting the severest kind of punishment upon him. At another time Mrs. Hudson put the boy's plate on the floor and made him get down on his hands and knees and eat from it like a dog. lie said, 'Mamma, can't I take somo of it in my lingers ?' 'No,' she replied. 'Eat it down ; you're no better than a dog; you little wretch.' Mr. Hudson said his wife was in the habit of putting oil on the child's bruises so as to prevent them from be coming too conspicuous. Hudson says that since the child has been with them he has bought not less than fifty bottles of oil for this pur pose. Colonel Hudson is now and has been for many years employed in the Custom House as an entry clerk. Al though past middle age, ho is still a handsome man, with silky moustache and dark hair hanging in glossy curls, lie likes a good cigar and a good story, but as a rule his face wears n sad, careworn look. Mrs. Hudson is now in Chicago visiting relatives and the child is with her. Mr. Stocking, as soon as appointed guardian, will go after the boy Hudson appears to be frightened of his liie at the woman, aud is much relieved that the authori ties have finally taken action. The affair is the town talk. Innocent Chidhood. 'Taiu't so,' triumphantly exclaimed Bobbie from his perch on top of a chair gazing down on Algernon's head. 'What is not true,' doubtfully asked his sister Maud. 'Why, jou said Algy was so greenr that grass was growing from tho top of his head, and (determiuedly) there ain't any here.' llow Maud explained the situation is unknown.— Detroit Free Press. Settled It. Grandpa was telliug about some one who was very heavy for his siz?, and he said : 'He is the biggest man I ev er saw for his size.' At this all smiled, so he tried it a gain. 'I mean he is the heaviest, person for his weight I ever knew.' Tnen, after a pause, 'What are you all laughing at ?' and grandpa walked off in indig nation. Of Interest to Ladies. The new treatment for ladies' diseases dis covered bv I>r. Mary A. Gregg, the distinguish ed English Physician and nurse, which hits rev olutionized tin-entire mode of treating these complaints in England is now being introduced into the U. S., under a fair novel plan. Sufficient of this remedy for one month trial treatment is sent, free to every lady who is suf lering from any disease common to the sex who sends her address and 13 20l stamps for expense etc. It Is a positive cure for atiy form of female disease and tha free trial oackagc Is many times sufficient to effect a permanent cure. Full di rections accompany tho package (which is put up in a plain wrapper) also price lht for future reference. No trial package will he sent (\ftcr Aug. Ist, 1886. Address, GHKUU KEMKUY COM PANY, PALMYRA, N. Y. 19-3 m A Brigadier General of the late war is pursuing the humble though honor able avocation of street car driver. IT WENT ROUND AMONG TIIE NEIGHBORS.— Mr. Levi sta.iil, merch ant and postmaster at Foitcu'ia, Pa., writes: •Mr. J. A. McDonald, Ree<Lsville,Pa. DEAR SIR : Some time ago I had a severe attack of chronic diarrhoea. Could obtain 110 relief. A friend gaye me a part of a bottle of your Cutis' Carmelite Cordial, and a few doses en tirely cured me, The balance of the bottle went around among- the neigh bors. Since then I have written to New York and Philadelphia ior the medicine but could not procure it. I traced up the bottle we had and found it was purchased of Mr. Jacob Cowan, merchant iu Altoona,and from him ob tained your address. Please forward me one dozen bottles by express at once, as 1 do not wish to be without it in my family and wish to sell il in my store.' Single pottle Curtis' Carmelite Cor dial guaranteed to cure any case of chol era, dysentery, diarrhoea, "cramps,pains and all iritation of the bowels incident to change of climate, diet and water. JOHNSTON, IIOLLO WAY & CO., Philadelphia Agents. Sold by J. EisenkutJj. Millheim,Pa. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. TWO WOMEN AND A HOUSE. It is now nearly three weeks since we took a horse to keep. The family to whom lie belonged were going to spend the summer in Europe. We knew the Fletchers slightly. They call, ed on us to see if wo would entertain Jacob, their faithful steed. They said they knew if we had him they should rest easy; and they knew that our horse was lame now, and perhaps we might like to use Jacob for his keep. After wards we found out that though the Fletchers might rest easy, wo could not. We thought well of this proposi tion. We decided we would have Ken tucky's shoes taken off and put her iu our pasture back of the barn. When these people drove over from the town where they live, they did not drive their own horse, but came with a neighbor. It happened that we bad never seen the horse that we were to take until lie came on the day his fam ily left forNtwYork to take the steam er. A man in a very narrow open bug gy drove into our yard. Hitched to his wagon behind him was an iron-gray horse so tall that it made one gasp to look at him. It was not that lie was so very heavy, but that his legs and neck were so long. Now we know enough to be aware that it is not a good sign to "see too much daylight under a horse. 4 ' One could see half the firma ment under Jacob. The old man grinned as he said he guessed this was the old Barton place. We said it was. 'Well,' he responded, jumping down from his seat and beginning to untie the halter which was fastened to the rear of his buggy. 'Wall, I've brought ye this 'ere railroad bridge, ye see.' My sister and I both stood with our beads thrown back, gazing. I immedi ately suggested that it might be well to lead the horse home again. I didn't believe we could take care of him, and my sister added that we had had no ex perience in the wants of a dromedary, or even of a giraffe. . The man grinned still more. 'Can't take him back,' lie said ; 'his folks have gone. Hadn't ye ever seen tliis critter before ?' 'Neyer.' Then he laughed,and laughed so long that we began to be angry. Jacob, meanwhile, had begun to graze. I saw he had kind eyes; there was no vicious appearance about him. My sister re marked that if she had money enough to travel in Europe she thought she should afford to sell Jacob, where upon the man went off into another laugh* and 1 asked sternly how many tricks he had. As soon as possible 1 was told that lie hadn't any tricks; he was a per fect horse, so far as he knew. The Fletchers set such store by him they wouldn't sell him at no price, and they thought we women folks would appre ciate him. Having said this with great solemni ty and emphasis, he put the end of the halter into my hand, placed his foot on the hub of the wheel, and sprang over into his buggy. As be drove away we saw him swaying with laughter, and he kept looking behind at the group he had left. It was a good while before either of us spoke. Our Gordon setter now walk ed up from somewhere, glanced at us, and walked away again, as if washing his hands of this affair. 'I guess we'll put him into the bam,' I said cheerfully after a while. 4 You go in and turn Kentucky out.' Gertrude did s she was told. In a moment I saw our horse walk out of the west door into the pasture. She had a loose box, and it was into this that I now led Jacob. The box was not the largest kind, but it was roomy enough for Kentucky to turn round in, and she was a good-sized animal. It never occurred to us that this apart ment was not large enough for any horse, or if it was not, that any horse of sense would try to turn round in it. We closed the door and stood a mo ment, asking each other what we were going to do. We said we hated the Fletchers. We said we hoped they would drown; but we withdrew that wish for two reasons ; first, because if they drowned we should have to keep Jacob forever ; secondly, because the wish was wicked. As we walked toward the house we heard a great noise of hoofs, and then an ominous stil'uess, in which we fan cied was a kind of choking sound. We ran back and flung open the box door. There was Jacob describing a curve a cross the room, his hind-quarters being one fend and his head the other, both extremities being pressed so hard a gainst either partition that he was cury ed nearly into a half circle, and appear ed to be smothering, so twisted was his neck. t ltun for a man !' I cried out, looking wildly rouud for something, I knew not what. My sister started, while I recklessly caught up a whip and weut at the horse, flourishing it across his back, lie made a tremendous movement and curved up still more ; so much so that lie released himself and stood head to ward me. NO. 29- JACOB. NHWBPAPBR LAWS If subscriber* orler the discoutlunation o newspapers, the puMlshors may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse or nevlect to take (heir newspapers from the office to * liteh they are sent they are held responsible until they have settled I lie'hills ;p.d ordered them discontinued. If sulMcrl tiers move toother places without In forming the publisher, and the newspn|ers are sent to the former place, they are rea|KHisible, ADVERTIBINO HATES, 1 wk. i mo. |3ntoa. 6 mos. 11 yea 1 square $2 00 htUOMftOO # 6 001 |S(O y. " 700 1000 1500 3000} 4000 1 ,4 1000 15 00 1 2500 45 00 1 75C0 One Inch makes a square. Administrators and Kxecutors' Notices |i.so. Transient adver tisements and locals 10 cents uer line for first inset Hon and 5 cents per line for each Addition al Insertion I ran after Gertrude and told her to come back.that we did not want a man; the horse had turned round. She did not hear at first, and I screamed still louder that we did not want any man. Now she heard, and turned, walking with great slowness and dignity toward me. Something in her aspect made me look about, and I saw a gentleman witliin a few feet of me. lie did not attempt to disguise his merriment. He said it did not appear to be a good time for him to call, and he would go on. He was not urged to stay, but he was invited to call some other time and see the horse that we had taken to keep. As soon as possible we hurried into the barn and found Jacob witii his head in the meal barrel. We pulled him out and decided that he could not be loose iu his box, so we tied him to the man ger just as if he had been in a stall. He was all right now. It being sunset, we placed hay and oats before nim and left him. The night passed quietly. When I went to the barn in the morning I saw plainly that I had not fed the horse enough. He had eaten everything I had given him. all the bedding, and a bout one-half of the manger, which was made of thick pine plank. Also a sha'low hole was gnawed out in the par tition. I hastened to give him his breakfast, and I gave him in my anxie ty three times as much as the usual quantity. 1 told my sister what 1 had discovered, and she informed me that we should have to have our stable and eating-box lined throughout with zinc, for it was not because Jacob was hun gry, it was because he was a "cribber" tiiat he bad done this thing. She p-oved to be right. In less than a week we had the zinc put on, and on ly barely in time then to saye the walls and foundation. I watched the horse once; I saw him take hold of the wood and pull and grunt. He was lost and bewildered when he could not do that. I think it was for lack of this occupa tion that he got into trouble the very first night after his dwelling was repair ed. We were awakened about midnight by a noise which at first we could not place; but of course as we had had no real freedom since Jacob had come, we immediately thought he was the cause ot it. We dressed hurriedly .lighted the lantern and went out iuto the summer night, which was full of sweet odors and the bum of insects. A whippcor will was singiug on the grindstone un der the cherry tree as we opened the back door. When we reached the s£all our hearts sank. There was the horse sprawled out, with yards and yards of hind legs on the fioor behind him. He was not struggling now, he was lying perfectly still, his head on its side. Although we had never seen a horse like this be fore, we were sure that he was in a fit. I ran to our nearest neighbor. I ruth lessly pounded and called until he came to the window, when I informed him that the gray horse was in a fit, and would he come right up Tf He said he would, and I ran back, being perfectly breathless and helpless when I reached home. Gertrude was silting on a stool be hind the horse, looking at him. He lay just the same. 'He is coming,' I said,ana sank down on the meal chest •I wouldn't run myself to death,' she said. 'I don't know that it is required of us that we give our lives for this horse, though his family are in Europe. 1 wish they were here with us, gazing at their pet.' The man came. He said the horse was not in a fit He was well enough ; he was only cast. 'Only cast!' cried my sister. 'What more would you have? How long does a horse stay cast V' 'What you want is a good plank,' said our neighbor. We found a good plank. He laid one end of it over Jacob's hind legs, and there was ample opportunity so to do ; then he directed Gertrude and me to get on tbe plank and stand firmly,while be went in the stall. We did not see what he did, we were too much occupi ed with what we were doing, for we o beyed liim. Immediately there was a movement,a lurch, an upheaval. Tbe legs were drawn up, and we flew off across the barn. Gertrude's nose began to bleed, but I onlv sustained general bruises, which I counted as nothing. Tne horse was standing. 'I guess he's all right now," says our friend. TH hitch him up so high he cau't get his head down ; if he can't do that he can't lie down.' X guess he tried to roll. Better put him in a narrerer stall. Too much room. Horses don't try to roll in narrer stalls.' When daylight came we harnessed our own horse and went for a carpenter to mak6 a narrer stall. But we never used it after it was made amre than half a dozen times. We turned Jacob out to pasture and drove Kentucky* lame though she was. The reason why we did this was because to harness Ja cob was more than we were able to do often. At our first attempt he got away from us six times as we tried to put his bridle on. The instant we slipped off his headstall he flung up his head even higher than usual, mountain high it seemed to us, and went out of doors if he could, or back into his stall. One of us led him out, the other stood on a chair with the bridle in complete readi ness to put on his head. No, bis teeth were shut hard, and his head was, so far as we were concerned,miles off. On ly those who have tried it on a hot sum mer day kDOw how exasperated and how helpless we were. But we did suc ceed. Then we went into the house and rested. When we came out the sight of that beast attached to a low phaeton made us feel that our labor was thrown away. lie looked higher than ever; he was monstrous. He would have looked tall in aT-cart or an omnibus. When we sat down and I took the reins, they came to me from such a height, and descended so far be fore they reached the little board, that I was ashamed. I think we had sufficient reason for putting Jacob to pasture. He tumbles down walls and fences, but we are in comparative peace. When Mrs.Fletch er reached Liverpool she wrote that she hoped we were enjoying that dear horse, and she knew we should be kind to him. She felt perfectly easy about him, — N. Y. Tiibune.
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