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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 House newly refitted and refurnished. Ev erything done to make guests comfortable. Ratesiuodera" . trouage respectfully solici ted 5-ly ■J-RVIN HOUSE, (Most Central Hotel in the city.) CORNER OF MAIN AND JAY STREETS LOCK HAVEN, PA. S.WOODSOALDWELL PROPRIETOR. Good sameple rooms for commercial Travel ers on first floor. R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 00. HER FIRST WAR I>. 'There ought to be a law against it !' said Alice Hawkes. 'Yes, there ought.' She was a tall, handsome giil, with great dark eyes,hair of lustrous brown, all lighted with changing gleams, like satin when it lies in folds. 'Well, then,' said Kate Jennings, 'you have 110 business to be left an heiress, with no one to look after your rights and pivileges. It is natural e nough that you should become the prey of your needy relatives.' 'But this Mrs. Whyta Wayte was the most disagreeable of them all !' ciied Alice. 'Then let us be thankful that she has departed to a better world,' observed Kate. 'Yes, but to leave tier great clumsy boy to my guardianship—l that always detested boys. Kate,it's actually fiend ish !' 'Oh, well, Alice, I wouldn't take such a gloomy view of it as all that,' suggested Kate. 'He may be an infant cherub for all you know. You can send him to boarding-school.' 'He is not old enough for that.' 'How do yon know,' queried Kate. 'I don't know ; I have only a dark presentiment. Oh, dear, what do peo pls want to die for ? Or, if they must die, why couldn't it have been Alexan der Adolphus instead of his mother ?' 'When does he arrive ?' asked Kate, 'To-morrow,' was the mournful re joinder. •And what are you going to do with him ?' 'l've fitted up the north room as a nurseiy, with tops and balls and all that, sort of thing, and old Hannah has promised to have an eye on him at night, in case oPcroup or diphtheria, or any other of those merciful dispen sations. And I'ye bought a sled and a pair of skates for him, and perhaps he may break his neck without much fur ther trouble on my part.' Alice nawkes laughed as she spoke ; but there was a sigh mingled with the mellow ringing of her mirth,and there by Katharine Jennings knew that her fair friend's soul was inwardly trou bled at the unwelcome bequest. 'Poor, dear Alice I' thought Kate. 'But she'll make the best of things she always does ! And perhaps it won't be so bad after all.' Miss Hawkes' countenance was very dejected, however, the next day, when, wrapped in sables and velvet, she drove to the depot, about a mile and a half distant from Hawkes Hall, to take possession of her new treasure. But the horses were fat and the roads were heayy with the mud follow ing on a January thaw, and the noise of the recreating train had long since ceased to echo among the hills when the carriage drew up in front of the station. 'I knew we should be too late, Ralph,' said Miss Hawkes, sighing, as she de scended from the carriage, with a little sugar dog—the result of a last sudden uncertainty whether her future charge were three or thirteen years of age—in her gloved hand. There was but one inhabitant of the waiting room as Alice Hawkes swept in—a tall, fine- looking man,somewhere in the twenties, with hazel eyes, a nut brown mustache and a valise. He looked with a puzzled air at the fair ap parition in blue velvet and ermine. For one minute—and then the whole situation seemed to flash, as it were, upon Alice Hawkes' mind. Mrs. Whyte Wayte had never mentioned the age of her son. Could it be possible that this young man was the charge ? She felt her cheeks grow scarlet as 3he dropped the sugar dog into the depths of her pocket. •I—l beg your pardon,' said Miss Hawkes, laughing and coloring, 'I ex pected to see a much younger person.' The stranger rose and bowed. Alice Hawkes, was a well-proportioned girl, but the gentleman towered a head and shouldeis above her. 'And I beg yours, ma'am,' he laid, 'I was prepared to see quite an old lady !' 'lt is Mr. Wayte, isn't it V hesitated Alice. 'That is my name 1' 'I am sorry we are so late—it is ali my coachman's fault. The carriage is waiting. Will you allow Ralph to take your checks ?' He smiled as he touched the valise and color-box that lay on the floor at his side. 'I have no other luggage than this !" Old Ralph, with eyes like full moons, bestowed the two boxes on the seat be side him, and held open the carriage door for his mistress and her guest to enter. 'Ma'am,' he could not forbear whisp ering, with a slight giggle, 'there won't be no call for them there sleds and marbles and the kite, shaped like a man.' MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 5., 1886. Alice pretended not to hear, but she know that her cheeks were as red as the scarlet feather in her hilt. Ms this the old place ?' he asked, leaning out of the window, as they neared the graystone portico in front, eyeiy column draped in glossy green ivy Mt will make a beautiful pict ure.' 'Do you think so V'saul Miss Hawkes smiling. 'Wait until you see the southern elevation ; it is still prettier and more pictuiesque.' The housekeeper, old Hannah, came smiling and courtrsving to the door ; but she stared a little as Mr. Wayte, springing first from the carriage, assist ed her young mistress to descend. Mf you please, mem,' quoth she, 'where's the young gentleman V' 'This 'ere's the young gen'leman, Hannah !' cried Ralph from his box, converting a laugh into a very explo sive species of cough. And Hannah remembered the little cranberry tart she had just baked on an 'A. B. C,' tin platter 'for the dear lit tle orphan boy.' 'The blue room, Uannali,' said Miss Hawkes, biting her lip, to repress her Amusement at tho old woman's face of astonishment. •Yes'ra—to be sure, 'am,' said Han nah. 'Dear, dear ! how strange things does turn out !' How much pleasanter was the tete a tete dinner than anything Alice had dared to anticipate—the long, confi dential chat in the drawing-room after ward. And the young man himself evidently enjoyed it as much as she did. 'I did not expect such a reception as this,' he said when the evening was well advanced, and they began to feel quite like old friends. 'Why not ?' 'One reasou is that you are rich and I am poor.' 'No reason at all,' said Alice, color ing hotly. 'And I am destined to eain my live lihood as an artist.' 'Well, what then V I would like to be an artist,were I a man. It seems to me one of the most beautiful anil poet ic occupations one could choose.' 'Do you really think so V 'Of course I do.' Alice's eyes sparkled—her mind was electrically roused by contact with oue riper aud richer than itself. 'lt will be very pleasant,'she thought leaning back in her chair, hor crochet needle idly threading its way through the meshes of colored wool. 'He is so handsome and so gentle—though 1 wonder why ho don't speak more of his mother's recent loss. Perhaps the wound still bleeds. What will Kate Jennings say V But, just as these thoughts passed through her mind there came a prodig ious jerking and pealing at the front door bell. 'lt can't be Kate at this time of night,' thought Miss Hawkes. it was not Miss Jennings, but the station master of the depot, a clumsy, looss-jointed chap, with saucer eyes and a square chin, which he was per petually feeling, as if not quite certain of its locality. 'lf you please, Miss Hawkes, I'vo brought him,' said Jabez Slades. 'llis trunks 'll be sent round to-morrow mornin'.' 'Whom ?' gasped Alice. 'Him—and glad enough we be to 9ee the last on him ! Like to set tho depot a fire, snow balled a hole in the windy and tied a tin pail to old Bose's tail !' And as ne spoke he pushed forward an ungainly boy of about twelve green springs—a freckled, sullen-eyed, heavy looking lad, with both paws thrust in to hi 3 trousers' pockets and his chin sunk on his breast. 'Alexander Adolphus Wayte,mum— that's the way he was labeled on his trunks. 'To be called for by Miss Hawkes,' and the very time you were there I was a larruping' him down in the cellar for a comin' that there game on Bose, as has been station dog these three years. And I calcalate that ere was the way I missed ye.' Alice gazed hopelessly from the gawky boy to the stylish young artist opposite. He rose. 'I thought there was some mistake,' he said, reluctantly. 'You are Miss Hawkes ? I supposed you to be Miss Glenfield, who has sent for me to paint a picture of Glenfield Ilall.' 'And I thought you were my cousin Adolphus Wayte, left in my charge by his mother,' stammered poor Kate. 'My name is Wayte—Gerald Wayte —but my mother, thank heaven, 13 still living ; and I thank you, Miss Haw kes, for your hospitality.' 'You are not going away to-night ?' 'I must; it is my misfortune to have already intruded too long. Miss Glen field was to haye met me at the cars. I wonder what has detained her ?' 'I will send you over to Glenfield Hall to morrow morning in the car riage,' said Alice, resolutely. 'To- A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE night you are my prisoner-of-war ! You will stay, just to teach mo what to do with this creature.' And she glanced at Alexander Adol phus, who was making preparations to besiege the cat behind her Intrench* intuits of the sofa legs. Mr. Way to laughed and yielded. 'lf I can be of use I' lie said. lie sketched the Ilall next day—and the day after he sketched Alice herso'f, and then Kate Jennings. Adolphus behaved very badly, and it seemed an absolute necessity to lniye a gentleman about the place. 'Alice !' cried K ito Jennings, a month afterward, 'is it really so V' 'Really how V *Aie you actually engaged to that young artist V' 'Yes, I am,' said Alice. 'How could I manage Adolphus myself ?' How, indeed ? Mean Honesty. George came running into the house one day, subbing as though his heart would break. 'Why, Georgy, what ever is the mat ter V' exclaimed his mamma, in alarm. She said 'what is the matter ?' but sho would have said 'whatever' had she known her words would be seen in print. 'I have done a naughty,mean thing,' cried poor George, his tears breaking out afresh. 'There, there, darling, don't cry. Tell it all to matnina.' Thus urged, the little fellow told his story, with downcast eyes and with many a mighty sob. He had found a pocketbook with ev er so much money in it. It had a name in it which showed him that it belonged to Mr. Soulless, the rich mer chant,wiio lived Ave miles out of town. George had walked out to Mr. Soul less's place and found the owner in a state bordering on distraction. He had lost his pocketbook with nearly a thousand dollars in it. Said George : 'When I gaye him the pocketbook he was so glad ! He didn't notice me at first, but after counting the money and finding that none was missing, he said I was an honest boy, and handed me a five-cent piece, telling me to keep that for my honesty. And oh, mam ma ! I can't help thinking what a mean little honesty I must liaye when it's only worth a nickie !' A Good Example. In cutting down our trees, we have been in danger of destroying the great est of our heritages. In Prussia and Germany the laws relating to the for estry exhibit the wisest forethought on the part of the government, and the people sustain it in every offort to pre serve what other generations had well nigh deprived them of. These nations set us an example which it would be wise to consider. Their laws have giv en raise to a large system of tree-plant ing, thinning, and preserving, and also to an enormous literatue regarding ar boriculture and great rainfalls and droughts are obviated while malaria from both causes is greatly diminished. The ill results of the old denuding pro cess are rapidly disappearing, showing that nature's capillary clothing must bo respected, for utilitarian as well as sentimental reasons. In the United State 3 the general fashion of extrava gance prevailing in respect to forests is largely due to ignorance. Only lately has the scientific man impressed upon liimof averngeintelligence the necessity of tree-preservation and the desirabili ty of using other materials than lum ber for many purposes in which wood was formerly considered indispensable. Tammany in Early Days. We in this calmer age can have no conception of the intense hatred for European symbols and usages that drove men in 1759 to assume the A merican and savage emblems of Tam many. But the new club was at once intensely American and republican. It was non-partisan ; it was liberal to all shades of thought. Many federal ists joined it. The Tammany officers inter changed civilities with the Socie ty or Cincinatus, then the terror ot Jef ferson and Mirabeau. Yet Tammany was composed chielly of intelligent me chanics, tradesmen, lawyers and mer chants, who had little symathy with feats of arms. Govern or George Clin ton was among its first members. Philip Home, Schuyler Hoffman and many others joined it. A wigwam was built next the corner of Nassau and Frankfort streets. The associa tion grew. 'I am old enough,' said Verplanck in ISG7, 'to remember the original Tammany wigwam—the pig pen, as it was contemptuously called by its political adversaries. It was an humble wooden building.' Later it was transformed into a finer one, and at last, in ISG7, arose ominously on its present site. Moravian Customs The Moravians have settlements not only in Germany,but also in Eng land, Switzerland and America. They hold nearly all the doctrins of Luther. Tfceir largest settlement, called Herrn • hut is in Saxony, nnd tho Moravians in many parts of Germany bear the name of Herruhunter. In each com munity there are two houses set apart one for the unmarried men, called the "Brother's house," and tho other for all unmarried sisters or widows who wish to enter them. The Moravians cannot marry with out the consent of tho elders of their church, and in some eases the bride groom lias been chosen for the bride. They seldom marry outside the com munity, and their engagements arc nearly as solemn as the marriage. The weddings are very simple, the sister wearing but a black dress with a white lace handkerchief, and her pret ty cap with its pale pink ribbon,which is changed afterwards for a pale blue ribbon when the ceremony is finished There are always two rings at a wed ding in Germany,as there are married man always wears one, which he re ceives from his bride in exchange lor his The Moravians wear no crape nor mourning for their dead, and they speak of them as blessed, and of dead as "going home." They cell the graveyard ' God's acre," and they take the greatest care of their graves. But there also is the division, as in the Church, for the men are buried on one side of the cemetery and the wo men on the other. The Moravians arc all well educat ed, and the poorer brethren amongst them enjoy the same privileges in their excellent schools as do the richer brethren. Life amongst the '-Uuited Brethren" is simple and unartificial, love to God and man being their first principle ; and many who have lived amongst them bear in their hearts a loving memory of their goodness, and of the pretty little village of Xuediten dorf. Failed to Make a Crow's Nest. t Being, a short time since, at an evening party, or 'sociable,' I witness ed an occurrence which convulsed the whole company with laughter. In playing a game of forfeits, a green gawky young man was judged to 'make a crow's nest with a certaiu young lady and put some eggs in it. Greeny protested he didn't know how. 'I will show you,' says the judge. 'Just step this way and kn&l down in front of this chair. Now, miss, kneel on the opposite side. And you (ad dressing greeny) must kiss the lady seven times through the back of the chair.' According to instructions, he knelt down and made a desperate lunge at the lady's face through the chair back, but was doomed to defeat by the lady moying quickly aside. But he was de termined not to be foiled in this man ner and tried repeatedly to reach the lady's face with his bps, which were protuded to their utmost capacity ; but as she constantly evaded him, he he came discourged at last and got up and was making tracks to his seat, when the judge interrupted liirn with : 'You did not pay your forfeit, sir. I told you to put seven eggs in and you have not put in one." 'I—I tried to,' he stammered, 'but— but the old crow wouldn't lay 1' Marriage of Presidents. The only instance of a President mar rying a second time is that of John Tyler, who was too bashful to kiss his first wife during their engagement, but was bold enough to marry a young girl shortly after her death in the White House. The first three Presidents mar ried widows, and Washington had one or two love affairs before he got Martha Custis. Washington seemed to nijike it a principle to fall in loye with noth ing but Heiresses, and lie got a nice lot with Martha Custis, who used to tell him she brought the money into the family. Jefferson was a good match while lie was in the White House. Jle was a widower and true to his first wife. Martin Van Buren was also a widower President, but though he said sweet things without number, he did not talk love. Jackson's wife was bur ied in the dress made for her White House receptions, and Arthur put a memorial window to his wife in St. John's Church while he was President, and also sat in her old pew. —The estate of John G. Weaver, dee'd, in Cliuton Co.,will be offered for sale by L. B. Stover, Trustee, on Fri day, August Gfch. See Orphans' Court Sale Notice under legal adveitise meats. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. How Stanton "rapped" the Tele graph. Major Johnson,of Washington, ivho was Secretary Stanton's confidential clerk, said the other day : "About one of the first acts of great import ance which Stanton did was to estab lish the headquarters of the telegraph of the United States in the War De partment. This meant that all the telegraphic communications with re lation to the war should pass directly into tlio hands of this amazing Secre tary. At his orders I made a record of every telegram from and to the President, from and to all the Secre taries, from nil the Generals in the field, to any and ever) body. A rec ord was kept of all the dispatches sent by General-in-chiof Hallock, by Gen eral Grant, and all the commanders of the army of the Potomac,and by Gen eral Sherman, and all the generals of the West. The dispatches of the Sec retary of the Navy and all the move ments of his gunboats were put on record, and all cipher dispatches re ceived at the War Department deci phered by General Eckart, and record ed by me. Every wire in the country was tapped and its contents run into the War Department and made a mat ter of record if it in any way related to the war or was in cipher. The tel egraph operators of the department, under this censorship, became the most expert, probably, in the world, and they now hold high positions in their profession. They were Bates, Tinker and Chandler. Some of the dispatches in cipher intercepted were from corps commanders in the field relating to gold speculations in New York." He Was a Retail Customer. A correspondent residing inPortland, Maine, in sending a renewal of his suo scription relates the following anecdote: Last Fall a green-looking customer observed a sign hanging oyer the door of one of our business establishments reading thus : "Wholesale and Retail Store." lie worked bis way through the crowd of ladies and gentlemen until he got facing one of the clerks who was exhibiting somte goods to a young lady, then lie broke forth : 'Say, mister, who's boss here ?' •The proprietor has just stepped out, sir.' 'Well, be this a retailing shop V The young man, hardly comprehend ing -the greeny's thoughts simply an swered : 'Yes, sir; both a wholesale and retail store.' 'Guess you understand your trade ?' 'Oh, yes,' replied the clerk, wrapping up a bundle for his lady customer ; 'what can I do for you ?' 'Well, as the cold weather is coming on I thought I might as well come in and give you a job.' 'I don't understand you, stranger,' replied the clerk, who begau to think that the fellow was in the wrong box. 'Zactly so. Well, I'D tell you.' 'Explain what you mean, my friend,' said the clerk, as he saw him produce a bundle from under his gray overcoat. 'Well, squire, as I said before, the cold weather's coming on and I thought I might as well be fix in' for it. Come mighty near freezin' t'other winter,tell ye I did, but—' 'Stranger, 1 hope you will tell me what you want.so I may serve you,' in terrupted the clerk, seeing there were a number of customers waiting to be served. 'Certainly, squire, certainly. I al ways do business in a hurry ; and just as quick as the deyil will let you, retail these six shirts. Let 'em come down to about the knees, kase I don't wear drawers.' The Foxes and the Hares. A fox who was passing through the forest one day heard a great dispute among the hares, and he turned aside to find several of them engaged in hard knocks around a burrow. 'What's all this row about ?' de manded lleynard, as ho fell among them. 'Why, sir,' replied one of the hares, 'our father is dead, and we can't a'gree as to who shall possess his burrow.' 'But it's large enough for all of you.' 'So it is; but that settles a question ot fact instead of principle.' 'Well, I'll take fact and you can keep the principle,' said the fox, as he took possession of the burrow. MORAL —When the heirs fight over the old homestead, the lawyer comes to own the farm. -First-class job work done at the JOURNAL office. NO. 80. NEWSPAPER LAWS If subscriber* order the discontinuation o newspapers, the puHlshers may continue to send them until all Arrearages are paid. If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their newspapers from the office to which they are sent they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them discontinued. If subscribers move toother places withoutln forming the publisher, and the newspapers are sent to the former place, they are responsible. ADVERTISING RATES. 1 wk. l mo. 13 mos. 6 mos. 1 yea 1 square |2 00 |4OOI $6 00 S6OO S6OO % " 700 1000 15 00 8000 40C6 1 M 1000 15 00 1 25 00 45 00 75C0 One Inch makes a square. Administrators and Kxecutors' Notices $2..V. Transient adver tisements and locals 10 cents per line for first insertion and 6 cents per line for each addition al insertion Convalescent Children. Very often the convalescence of chil dren is retarded by a depressing ennui. Little children have not the mental re. sources nor the philosophy of grown-up invalids, and if too young or too weak to read, it goes hard with the patient— and with the nurse, too—if he muat lie stili all day, sighing and moaning.* 'Oh, I wish I could get up'—*Oh, dear, I'm so tired of this old bed'—'Oh, when can Lgo down stairs ?' and all the fretful lamentations familiar to mothers and nurses. As it taxes one's ingenuity to amuse and pacify these little patients, 1 will mention two or three things I did for ray boy when he was recovering from diphtheria, hoping the experience may be of use to some other mother. Of course, I soon exhausted stories, and the mild play with such toys as weak little hands can manage, and the old cry of 'Oh mamma, what cau I do?' set in again. The walls of the sick room were of bare plaster—as all sick-room walls should be, for a coat of lime makes them all fresh and pure again—and when my weary child sighed, among his many sighs, for 'something new in the room to look at,' I bethought me of a roll of pictures saved from a year's numbers of a London illustrated news paper. These I brought into the sick room and pinned all about the walls. The effect was yery enlivening. The room seemed suddenly eularged—as if it all at once opened out upon all the quarters of the globe. There were broad landscapes and wild marine scenes, battle fields, Christmas firesides, noble portraits of horses and aogs,brave generals and fair women, pretty groups of children, and tumbling waterfalls. The 3mall invalid was delighted. Then I brought him a long, light stick—a piece of inch moulding, it happened to be—with which he could point at the different pictures while he asked as many questions as he liked. This stick was an inspiration. It was like having arms six feet long, and the boy had great fun'visitiog all around the world' with it, as he expressed it. As long as he staid in bed the first demand in the morning was—'Give me my poke-stick, mamma.' As I had to be out of the room a good deal, 1 fixed a call-bell on the foot of the bed, and we arranged a code of signals that proved quite enter taining. Three taps on the bell with the 'poke-stick' meant a drink of water; four taps, a clean handkerchief; six taiis meant 'J am hungry;' eight taps, 'WMM time is it ?' and twelve taps sig nified that the pillows needed shaking up and the bed straightened generally. After a while 1 attached to the stick a bit of string with a bent pin attached, scattered some old toys about the floor, and the invalid had a grand season of 'fishing,' It was amusing to see how shy some of the fish were, and what a time it was before they would consent to bite. And then the excitement of landing them in the bed—which was now a boat, of course—was immense. I am sure these little beguiiements helped on my boy's recovery, for they kept his'spirits'in a cheerful condition, and cheei fulness is a yery helpful medi cine.—E. H. LELAND, in American Agriculturist for August. Unleavened Bread of the Passover. The "Pesaeh" festival or Jewish Passover is the only festival in which "matzos" is the only bread allowed. The bread is unleayened, and there are now four cities in America with unleavened bread bakeries—NewYork, New Orleans, Chicago and Cincinnati. In order to supply the demand these bakeries begin baking two months be fore the beginning of the Passover. The matzos look like the ordinary hard-tack, except that they are a foot square. They are made of flour and water, and contain no other ingredi ents. After the flour has been knead ed into a stiff dongh, a lamp of it con taining about fifty pounds is placed on a great block of wood and pressed in to a thick sheet with a great beam which is fastened to the block at one end by an iron link and staple. .The sheet is next placed under an iron roller, from which it emerges into a long ribbon. It passes through sev eral rollers until it is thin enough for baking. It is then stamped and cut into unbaked matzos, which are plac ed upon a wooden tray having a long handle and deposited in an oven. In three minutes they are done, white and crisp. She Didn't Like It. 4 No,' she said, 'I am not yery fond of ice cream* However, as I don't like to seem unsociable when in company with a young man, and I don't wish to deprive you of any pleasure, I'll go to the saloon with you.' They went. He paid for three plates of cream for her. She ate it all. No ble girl, she didn't like it.
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