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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.
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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.