Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, October 28, 1886, Image 1
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Good Sample Room on First Floor. Free Buss to and from ail trains. Special rates to witnesses and jurors QUMMINS HOUSE, BISHOP STREET, BELLEFONTE, PA., EMAN-UEL BROWN, PROPRIETOR House newly refitted and refurnished. Ev erything done to make guests comfortable. Ratesmoderaf* tronage respectfully solici ted s-!y -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 noor. R. A. BUMILLER, Editor. VOL. 60. Poor Deformed (loost. He Was Wicked, But He Sav ed "Litty Mas " 'No soup P exclaimed my mother. The table was spread for one of those enormous dinners in which Southern households exulted before the war ; the quests were arriving, and my mother was in her chamber pinning some fresh roses in her bosom, when Aunt Sileny, the fat cook, waddled in with this ap palling announcement. 'What Inn become of tlie soup ?' 'De lies' gumbo dat I make des year ! In de pot. lied tree days')work wid ill Dat Goost—jes' creep in, lif' de pot to he's head,'n' drunk lot ob it au' spill de rest 1' 'Oh, Goost !' said my mother, calm ly. 'Can't you give us any other soup, Aunt Sileny V' 'Don' want ter gib strange gemmen hasty scrambles. Ef I had dat niggah' and Aunt Sileny grumbled her way back to the kitchen. My tnothei went on pinning her ros es, which were not so soft a pink as her pretty cheeks, and I stood close at her side admiring her, when the twins burst in, their Scotch kilts and plaid sashes covered with mud, followed by Tilda, the nurse. 'Mother, Goost rolled me in the chicken yard 'cause he said we'd tell he'd been suckin' eggs !' 'Please, Miss Emmy, I bed dem all ready,' began Tilda, 'fob de company.' My mother put her hands to her ears. 'Leave the room, every one of you ! Change their clothes, Tilda. Was ever a woman tormented V That boy is possessed with What is the matter with you, William V turning to meet my father who stood in the door-way. He was a tall, grave man, of whom his children stood greatly in awe. But my mother, little, vivacious, animated, with all the enthusiasm of the French blood that was in her veins, was the idol of the house. My father held up his new hat, but yesterday a glossy beaver, but now battered and muddy. 'I Gnd that this was worn Jast night by that boy Augustus, and' ♦Goost again !' My mother threw herself into her easy- chair in an atti tude of resignation. 'Oh, go on, Wil liam ! Don't mind me. There seems to be a hailstorm of miseries setting ic. My umbrella is up I' 'lsadore, do be rational. This negro must be punished or sent away.' 'Punished ! Why, there is not a day that lie is not cuffed and beaten about the. kitchen and stables ! Coachman, hostler, waiters, all take their turn at him. The blows fall upon him as if be had an alligator's hide. Sent away ! Where ? Who would take him as a gift ? For mercy's sake, take that hat out of the room and don't mention Goost's name to me again !' I was standing by the window, and I remember that I looked at my mother in her 30ft, shimmering silk, pearls a bout her breast, and then down into the garden, where Goost, the deformed negro stable boy, squatted lazily in the sun, and thought what a shame it was that she should ever have to see or think of such a fellow. As to any idea that he was a human being and bound to us by any tie, it never impressed me, nor, lam sure, her. My father, Dr. Champney, was a physician in a large town on the border of one of the slave-holdiDg States. As only the riv er separated us from the State of Ohio, any shrewd slave who wanted to be free had but to cross the stream in a bateau to escape. Hence, few remain ed but those who were contented with their lot. The latter generally were old house-servants, 'uncles' and 'mau mers,' who were looked upon as a part of the family, and so treated. Among ourshare was this boy Goost, a deformed and seemingly worthless negro. He stole, he drank, he seldom by any chance spoke the tru th. 'Champney's Goost' was at the bottom of half the mischief in town. He would disappear for days and creep back a mass of rags and mud, to beg for some new clothes and to present him self for his rations. There was, too. a vindictive malice in his tricks, which showed that in his dull, ignorant soul there was a bitter hatred of the whole family. J3ut nothing would induce him to go to Ohio, or to be free. He evidently was of the opinion that the world, or the Champneys, owed him a living. While I was looking out of the win dow into the gardeu. Aunt Sileny and Tilda both took time from their labors to go out and berate Goost, to which Tilda added some vicious blows on the ear. She might as well have beat en the horse-block at the gate. Goost did not budge nor wink while she struck him, but as she turned away he shot a malignant glance after her. Then Jean and Ted,the boys who wait ed passed him in their natty dress suits and white aprons, and each of them MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 28., 1886. stepped out of his way to kick him. He did not move, but grumbled out oaths. Even 1 began to feel that Goost had hard measure in this world. My mother had gone down and the grand diuner was now in progress. 1 was watching the procession of dishes from the kitchen along the galleiy be low, when 1 saw Nix run out. Nix was my Uncle Bob's little boy, about five years old. The whole fami ly really thought that no such beautiful child had ever been born. Undo Rob, wiili his wife and boy, lived in New Orleans, but were with us now on a visit.. 'Nix ! Nix !' I cried. 'What are you doing there V' But Nix did not hear her heed me. He llew straight down the path and pushed Goost's head up. 'Make a lap !' he ordeied, and in a moment had snuggled down, white skirts, lace and all, onto the negro's knees. They sat talking,apparently on the most intimate terms, when Nix bounded off, darted into ihe bouse, and brought back a plate of Auwt Sileny's famous kisses. He was proceeding to ram the snowy glistening sweetness down the cavernous mouth before him, when—could it be ?—Goost remonstra ted. 'Take 'em back, litty mas' Dev'll scold you. I dou' wan' see you scold. Take 'em bactt.' Goost's hoarse croak bad actually a sweet tone in it ! But Nix compromised by gobbling up all the kisses himself, like a little glultoo, and then commanded Goost to 'Gimme ride " The man turned over, on his hands and knees, helped Nix to climb to his back, and then crawled away, trotting or galloping,as the baby ordered. Just at this moment Uncle Bob came into the garden. Now Uncle Bob was a hot-tempered man, and he had warn ed my father that 'it was dangerous to keep that half-idiot on the place.' lie jerked Nix off his back and angrily or dered Goost 'never to touch or speak to the child again.' Then he came up un der the window to the gallery. I won dered to see Goost follow him. 'Mas' Bob,' he said, humbly, *don' say dat. foh God's sake ! Lenime gib de chile ride. I bin gibin' him ride ebery day. I won't hurt him. I—l likes to gib him ride. Show him how we do it, litty ma'.' He dropped down on his hands and knees, and looked up like a hungry dog begging. It seemed pitiful to me, be cause I saw that Nix was the only one of us who had ever taken any notice of him, and that he loved the baby. But Uncle Bob, I suppose, did not stop to think. He kicked Goost once, twice. 'Don't dare to touch the child a gain !' he said. At that Nix llew to Goost where he lay, and threw his arms about him. 'Stop 'at I Bad papa ! he screamed. 'Goost good ! I love Goost !' hug ging the woolly black head. His father took him in, screaming, and Goost got up and looked after them. When he saw me, he said : 'I wouldn't hev hurt dat chile, Mis? An nie.' I thought the tears were in his eyes, but he suddenly went off, turn ing hand-springs like a wheel and yelp ing just like a dog. Uncle Bob, Aunt Belle and Nix went home next week, and my mother and I went with them for a visit. The day before we started, Goost came up to Uncle Bob, smiling as if he had just taken a gold medal for good conduct. 'Mas' Bob, I tink I'll 'long to you now. Mas' William say I no 'count. Ef you lemme f go wid you, I lake mighty good care ob Mas' Nix.'; Uncle Bob was in good humor that day, so he only laughed. 'Thank yoa, Augustus. But I wouldn' rob your Master William of your services. I have enough of your sort in the sugar-fields at Lafourche ' 'Very well, sah !' and Goost (his real name was Augustus Imperator) dis appeared. We went by boat down the river. It was an immense boat, the Messenger, with three cabins all gilding and glass and gay hangings. There was a party of our friends going down to New Or leans, and mamma and Aunt Belle wore their pretty gowns, and there were music and dancing in the saloon every night. N ix. of course, wa9 the darling of every body. One day Tilda came up, her eyes round and wide, leading him. his clothes all soot and grime. The Cap tain followed her. 'We unearthed a miserable stowaway in the hold, Mrs. Champney,' he said, 'and your little boy recognized him and insisted upon hugging him.' 'Goost !' said Tilda. 'Ah, ciel !' gasped my mother. Un tie Bob begeau to scold. The Captain offered to put the negro off at the next landing, but mamma interferred. 'I couldn't drive a faithful dog a way,' she said. 'lt is the child that he loves. He can do no harm. Let him go with us.' A PATER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE I believe they tried to make Goost shovel coal, but I am quite sure lie did not overwork himself. At night we would hear him with a banjo 'dancing Julia' in the fire-room. He was allow ed to see Nix very seldom, though sometimes the boy hired Tilda to take him down. He used every day to save up bits of bis dessert for Goost. It is strange that I remember these trules while the great event of the v iy* age is so dim to me. We went to our staterooms one nightas usual.l recollect that I began to choke In my dreams ; that I struggled to sit up. There was thick smoke all around me. I was not sure whether 1 was asleep or not ; I could not make myself awake. Red points of light shone here and there ; there were loud shouts ; I was parched with heat—then I was awake. I screamed for my mother, who slept bo low me but she lay like one dead. I climbed down and dragged her up, but she seemed stupefied. 'Fire 1 fire !' I shrieked. 'The boat is on fire !' She seemed to waken all at once, and began to talk very fast, as usual. 'Put on your wrapper, Annie. Don't scream so 1 you deafeu me ! Tut ! tut! What a fuss !' Somebody pounded on the door. 'Yes, yes ! I'm coming. Where is my pink over-cloak, child V' Outside all the passengers were hud dled on the stern of the boat. The llames at the bow roared and swept up to the very sky. Between us and the shores stretched the black deep water. There were but two boats. Even then I noticed how eager the officers of the boat were to put ray mother in one of them. She was one of those women that every body takes care of. They lifted me in beside her and Aunt Belle and the oth er ladies. Uncle Bob, with Nix in his arms, blustering and swearing, blam ing the captaiu aud crew for the acci dent. 'ls your boy to go in this boat. Colonel Champney ?' said the mate, sharply. 'The boat is overloaded now. I'll not trust him in it,' begau Uncle Bob. 'Push off !' shouted the captain. 'Stop !' ordered Uncle Bob. But the boat had already left the steamer. Uncle Bob, wild with excitement and rage, leaped into the water, holding Nix with one arm. 'He can not swim !' cried Aunt Belle. 'O God, save them 1' The fire lighted up the water and the black figures struggling in it. We saw Uncle Bob take a few strokes ; then he frantically beat the water with his free hand. He turned over, sank, rose again. Then the dark shape of a man came to his side and seized the baby. We could see no more. We reached the shore in safety. Morning began to dawn, and then we could tell who were dead and who were living. Seyeral bodies were washed a shoie and lay on tbe pebbly beach, the very people who had been dancing and singing with us last night. 1 remem ber bow horrible it seemed to me that the red-birds and the jays began to sing in the trees overhead, and to go on building their nests as it they did not care. They found Uncle Bob a mile down the river, quite dead. In one hand he clutched a piece of little Nix s night-gown. The captain came up to my mother. 'Come here,' he said. I followed them to the beach. There was Goost's de formed body in its rags, and on bis breast lay Nix alive, and actually laughing. 'The poor darkey,' said the captain, 'saved the child. lie evidently was ex hausted when he approached the shore, for lie seems to have struggled j ust be yond the reach of the water, and then died. He certainly wasn't drowned ; perhaps it was some hidden heart dis ease.' Nix began to pummel him as usual. 'Wake up, Goost,' lie cried. 'Kiss him, Nix,' said my mother who was crying. Nix kissed hira. But Goost did not waken. Youth s Conqmnion. A Philadelphia merchant has been arrested for knocking an aggressive small boy off his feucd with a brick. It is brutal to knock an insolate small boy off a fence with a brick. He should liaye used a club. SETTLEMENT NOTICE.— Those who have unsettled accounts with S. R. Gettig, Grenoble's giain house, are notified to call on him at said place, Coburn, Pa., for settlement at the ear liest possible date. 4t "What and when to eat," is the title on an exchange. The "when" neyer gave us any trouble in our eating, but we have been compelled to do a sight of skirmishing after the "what;" A little girl on seeing a peacock for the first time remarked what a beauti i ful bustle it had. BILL NYE ON RAILROADS. The Humorist's Graphic Ac count of the First Train. The Initial Trip Wao Rathor Slow for Thoso Times, and Had Some Drawbacks. Perhaps there is nothing in the line of discovery and improvement that lias shown more marked progress in the hist century "than the railway and its different auxiliaries. When we remem ber that much less than a century has passed since the first patent for a loco motive to move upon a track was issu ed, where now we have everything that heart can wish, and, in fact, live better on the road than we do at home, with but thirty-six hours between New York and Minneapolis, and a gorgeous par lor, bed-room and a dining-room, be tween Maine and Oregon, with nothing missing that may go to make life a rich blessing, we are compelled to express our wonder and admiration. To Peter Cooper is largely duo the boom given to railway business,he hav ing constructed the first locomotive ev er made in this country, and put it on the Baltimore and Ohio Raihoad. The first train ever operated must have been a grand sight. First came the locomotive, a large Babcock fire-ex tinguisher on trucks, with a smoke stack like a full-blown speaking-tube with a frill around the top; the engineer at his post in a plug hat, with an um brella over bis head and his hand on the throttle, borrowing a chew of tobacco now and thtn of tiro farmers who pass ed liirn ou their way to town. Near him stood the fireman, now and then bringing in an armful ot wood from the fields through •which they passed, and turning the damper in the smoke-stack every little while so that it would draw. Now and then he would go forward and put a pork-rind on a hot box or jKJund on the cylinder head to warn people off the track. Next comes the tender loaded with nice, white birch wood, an enonomical style of fuel because its bark may be easily burned off while the wood itself will remain uninjured. Beside the fire wood we find on the tender a barrel of rainwater and a tall, blonde jar with a wicker-work around it, which contains a small sprig of tansy immersed in four gallons of New Eng'and rum. This the engineer has brought with him for use in case of accident. He is now engaged in preparing for the accident in ad vance. Next comes the front brakeinan in a plug hat about two sizes too large for him. He also weais a long-wasted frock coat with a bustle to it and a tall shirt-collar with a table-spread tie, the ends of which Hutter gayly in the morn ing breeze. As the train pauses at the first station he takes a hammer out of the tool-box and naiis on the tire of the fore wheel of his coach. The engineer gets down with a long oil can and puts a little sewing machine oil ou the pit man. lie then wipes it off with his sleeve. It is now discovered that the rear coach containing a number of directors and the division superintendent, is missing. The conductor goes to the rear of the last coach, and finds that the string by which the directors'car was attached is broken, and that, the grade being pretty steep, the directors and one brakeman have 110 doubt gone back to the starting place. But the conductor is cool. lie re moves his bell-crowned plug hat, and taking out his orders and time card, he finds that the track is clear, and look ing at a large, valuable Waterbury watch, presented to him by a widow whose husband was run over and killed by the train, he sees lie can still make the next station in time for dinner. lie hires a livery team to go back after the directors' coach, and calling "All a board !' he swings lightly upon the moving train. It is now 10 o'clock, and nineteen weary miles still stretch out between him and the dinner station. To add to the horrors of the situation, the tionl brakeman discovers that a very thirsty boy in the emigrant car has been drink ing from the water-supply tank on the tender, and there is not enough left to carry the train through. Much time is consumed in filling the barrel again at a spring near the track, but the con auctor finds a "spotter" on the train and gets him to do it. He also induces him to cut some more wood and clean out the ashes. The engineer then pulls out thedraw head and begins to make up time. In twenty minutes ho lias made up an hour's time, though two miles of hoop iron are torn from the track behind him. He sails into the eating station on time,and while the master mechanic takes seyeral of the coach-wheels over to the machine shop to soak, he eats a hurried lunch. The brakeman here gets his tin lan terns ready for the night run and fills two of them with red )oil to be used on the rear coach. The fireman puts a fresh bacou-rind on the eccentric, stuffs some more cot ton batting around the axles, puts a new lynch-pin in the hind wheels, sweeps the apple-peelings out of the smoking car, and he is ready. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. Then conies the conductor, with his plug hut full of excursion tickets .orders passes and time-checks; he looks at his Waterbury watch, waves his hand, and calls •'All aboard !" again. It is up grade, however, and fi>r two miles the "spotter" has to push behind with all Ids might before the conductor will al low him to get on and ride. Thus began the history of a gigantic enterprise which has grown till it is a comfort, a convenience, a luxury, and yet a necessity. It has built up and beautified the desert. It has crept be neath the broad river, scaled the snowy mountain, and hung t>y iron arms from the canyon and the piecipice, carrying the young to new lands and reuniting those long separated. It has taken the hopeless to lands of new hope. It has invaded the solitude ot the wilderness, spiked down valuable land-grants,killed cheap cattle and then paid a high price for them, whooped through yalleys, snorted over lofty peaks, crept through long, dark tunnels, turning the bright glare of day suddenly upon those who thought the tunnel was two miles long, roared through tne night and glittered through the day, bringing- alike the groom to his beautiful bride and the weeping prodigal to the moss-grown graye of his mother. You are indeed a heartless, soulless corporation, and yet you are very essen tial in our business.—Bill Nye, in the Chicago News. A Clever Ruse. A French nobleman played a game at ecarte with a foreign count. The latter won, and the Frenchman pulled out ten thousand francs and handed them to the winner, who quietly se cured them in his pocketbook and went home. Early next morning a gentleman of aristocratic bearing and decorated with the order of the Le gion of Honor, was shown into the apartment of the foreign count, who was asleep. 'Monsieur,' he said, in tones trem bling with excitement, 'you hold in your hands the honor of a whole fam ily.' 'lndeed !' •Kindly tell me, was it you wbo played with M. de X V •Yes.' 'You won ten thousand francs V •Quite correct.' • 'And he paid you ?' 'Yes in bank-notes. I have them here.' 'Well, sir, the notes are false.' 'ls it possible V 'lt is, alas, too true ! Last night we were apprised of the nefarious practices of our relative, and this morning I started off at daybr&ik to call here, and ask you, in heaven's name, to exchange those notes for ten others which I have brought with me.' The noble foreigner, out of consider ation for his visitor's grief, exchanged the notes. But, on returning to the club the same evening, he was not a little surprised to meet his opponent of the previous night, and what was still more the latter pro posed to have his revenge. The for eigner curtly refused, and the other insisted, which led to an explanation. The count drew from his pocket the fresh notes he had received in the morning. The French nobleman, quite stupefied, examined them care fully, and found that they were false. The gentleman with the decoration turned out to be a notorious thief and swindler, who had thus contrived to net ten thousand francs in genuine bauk-notes. Beaver in a Deep Hole. The Store Order Question As sumes an Entirely New Phase. The Address of Beaver's Employes Causes Much Indignation Among the Knights of Labor —Will the Beaver cltore Orders be Tax ed as a Circulating Medium ? The apology for the store orders or "trade coupons" used by the Bellefonte Iron and Nail Company, of which General Beaver is president, sent out by David Haines as master workman of Labor assembly 2,333 of Bellefonte, has aroused much ill feeling among the Knights of Labor in that region. The circular is signed by a number of the workmen of the Bellefonte Iron and Nail Company, and, under an arrange ment with the Republican state com mittee, has been mailed to every Labor assembly in the state in circular form and in large numbers. This circular says : It is a wicked and malicious false hood that any employe of the corapauy was ever offered or ever received store orders in payment for wages. The Iloyt NO. 42 NEWSPAPER LAWS If mitaeribors order tho discontinuation nowHpnpclH flie jniollsliers may continue eoH them until nil nrtrnmsr* rtre pnlrt. I f Mul'M'rii'ers refuse or neiilect to take their iHixvH|apersfrain tlie oflire to hlelithey are sent, they are held responsible until they have settled the bills and order* d theiu discontinued. I f suhsei I hers move toother places without in forming the publisher, and the itewspfljiers are sent to the former place, tliey are respoiibihle. ADVERTISING RATHfc. 1 wk. i mo. 3 imok. times. 1 yen' Isiin are %3 00 i 1 CO $5 00 $ G t<o <>,s 00 U - 700 10 00 15 00 30 1 0 40 (M Y " 10 00 15 00 J!f> 00 45 00 75 CO One Inch makes a square. Administrators and Executor*' Notices Transient adver tlscments and local* 10 eeol* uer line for first inseitlen and 5 cents per line for each addition al inset lion coupon system, in live at the store, is the best system we know of and is far superior to pass books. We are paid in cash on monthly pay days, ana can draw casual any time during the month. The coupon system is only us ed w hen we prefer dealing at the store, and that is entirely voluntary on our part. The system avoids keeping ac counts by the working men. Our em ployers the system at the suggestion and request of some of our workmen. They have always been wilting to abolish it if the employes had made the request. To sav this state ment bears any relation to the odious store oidcr system is a falsehood and slander upon us Knights of Labor, as well as upon General Beaver as an em ployer of labor. KNIGHTS OF LABOR OFFE.YDKD. The circular is the first political pa per tver distributed to the Labor as semUies of the state, and it has offend ed Knights of Labor, generally, inde pendent of their particular views of General Beaver's candidacy. Word has b-'en received by members ot the assem bly in Bellefonte of the circulars hav ing been refused circulation among the assemblies, simply because they were a flagrant violation of the established law of the order forbidding the intro duction of any partisan politics in the assemblies. The partisan circular thus sent out has called out a counter state ment from some fifty members of Labor Assembly 2,3.13, embracing both Repub licans and Democrats, in which they deprecate the introduction of politics in the order, and especially dissent from the statement that the assembly could in any way sanction the use of store orders in payment of labor, and they arraign Master Workman .Ilaines for violation of his official obligations in signing and issuing a political circu lar. Ou the subject of the trade cou pons used by the Bellefonte Iron and Nail Company, the counter circular says : "We further declare that the invita tion in that paper to Knights of Labor to apply to Assembly 2,333 for a vindi cation of the pay system of the Belle fonte Iron and Nail Company is entire ly unauthorized by auy action of that assembly and would certainly meet with the answer from that body that one :of the fundamental principles of the order is that nothing but the law ful money of the country should be used for the payment of working people and that the use of store orders for that pur pose is a fraud upon labor and a viola tion of the law. "In conclusion we assert, from reli able information, that this paper vindi cating the store order system was cir culated through tlie nail mill for signa tures at the instance of a Republican politician working for the Republican state committee, and, such being the fact,it cau be looked upon only as a po litical scheme, and its circulation a niong Knights of Labor can be viewed in no other light than as an attempt to prostitute tneir order to a political pur pose. Any member of the order desir ing information concerning the trade coupon system cau have it in plain terms by applying to the undersigued members of L. A. 2.333.' The foregoing is signed by James Scliofield .J. A. Williams, R. Hutchin son, Ilerry biebert, Grant J. Peifer, John Lucas, James Sharp, John Hull, William Rhoads,WilliamStratton,W in. Wolf, John Davis, John AVilliaras and some forty others, and as it is in the line of the clearly defined duties and obligations of the Knights of Labor on political questions, it has the general approval of the members of that large organization In Bellefonte and through out the state. The Bellefonte Circular Disavowed. The Wilkesbarre Newsdealer , the re organized organ of the laboring men, contains interviews with Thomas Dul lard, president of the Miners' and La borers' Amalgamated Association and William H. Hiaes, the author of the company store bill of 1879, in which they say in substance that the circular letter sent cut by thirty-three Belle fonte workingmen cannot be approved by organized labor, that an increasing battle has been waged for years against the insulting, swindling and oppressiye company store system and the recent decision of the supreme court declaring the company store act of 1881 unconsti tutional, makes it imperatively neces sary that the workingmen shall stand united against store orders of any kind. They say that Powderly's opposition to company stores correctly voices the o piuion of laboring men. If Not Store Orders They are Taxable. The store order dispute in Pennsyl vania has been transferred to Washing ton, by an appeal of the Bellefonte Iron and Nail Company, of which General Beayer is president,from an assessment of the ten per cent, tax on the trade coupons of that company that the law imposes upon a'l circulating medium that is represented as money. When the partners made their public explana tion oyer their own signatures, de clared that the trade coupons are not Continued on Fourth Paye.