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VOL. 60.
The Two Charity hoys.
'Daniel, I tell you the best thing we
can do is to adopt some little boy, and
bring him up as our own. Here we
ate, you and me, in Missoury, hun
dreds of miles from kith or kin,among
persons as was a time ago unknown to
us. We've worked and scratched and
saved until we've as nice a home as the
whole of Clinton holds. Now, then,
Daniel, when we get old and stiff,
who's there to take care of it ? Do
you remember the day when we came
here from Fulton V I reckon you
haven't, forgot it no more than I. We
drove that pair of mules you bought
of Joe Smith. They were the balkiest
critteis anyone ever drove. Them
were the only hoises we bad then, and
everything else was packed in one load.
Daniel wasn't it in our lower creek
them 'ere mules kept, us a whole
night ?'
'No, it was in Ford's creek, about a
mile from here,' answered Daniel.
'You remember, Keziab, that you kept
fussing and worrying all the way, for
fear we wouldd't be home before night.
Just before we got to that creek 1 told
you we'd be home in less than an hour.
I didn't calculate then on spending the
night there, though. When we was
about half way across, them 'ere mules
stopped, and not a peg did they move
till morning.'
'Y'es, Daniel, a madder man than
you couldn't be found, just then. You
sorter cooled down after a while, ai.d
went to sleep. Well, we started as
soon as the mu'es was willing, and
when we got to our log cabin,way back
in the woods, I broke down and cried.
This was the loneeomest, dreariest
place anybody ever made a home out
of. Y'ou talked kiud of cheering to
me then, Daniel, and I soon took heart
again. We started out hand to hand.
Now at the end of a score years we can
look around on well-fenced fields and a
handsome house and barn, all paid for
except the mortg ge you're to pay to
morrow. Now, Daniel, it ain't more
than just to show our good feelings to
the Lord in some way, knowing that
he helped us to all this. He has prom
ised to reward us for anything we do
to His Lambs, meaning the children
that overflows our asylums. Now,
Daniel Allen, don't you think you'd
better bring home one or two little or
phans with you to-morrow ?'
'Yes, Keziab, I think I will. Any
way, I'll go down and see them.
There, wife, the clock is striking nine.
Time to go to bed. I'll be sure to
bring you a pet or two to morrow
night.'
Five o ; clock the next morning foun d
Daniel Allen behind a pair of splendid
bays, on his way to Clintonville. The
good old fatmer felt at peace with him
self and all the world. His last pay
ment was due to-day, and the money
to pay it was securely packed in his
montrous wallet. Henceforth the
broad fields and comfortalle home were
to be all his ,* he could raise his hand
and say,—
'I owe no man a dollar.'
'During the time which elapsed ere
he reached the city Mr. Allen thought
over every possib'e result of his wife's
proposition. llis heart longed for the
sound of children's voices and laughter
resounding through his home, driving
away the gloom there and bringing
sunshine instead.
But he knew that Keziah's warm,
motherly heart would be bound up in
whatever child she should adopt, and
that she would gratify Its every thought
if possible. He finally concluded that
he would take home two little boys, in
order that Keziah and he might have
one apiece.
When his business at the bank was
finished, he started for the 'Lowood'
orphan home. This was a large char
itable institution for boys, uuder the
immediate supervision of a friend
named Goodly. This gentlemau was
very much pleased with the object of
Daniel's visit, and immediately sum
moned the boys to his presence, when
the farmer picked out the two he wish
ed to adopt. The necessary papers
were made out, aod Daniel took his de
parture wiih the little boys, hence
forth to be Known as Bertie and Harry
Allen. Both of them weie bright,
haudsome children. Bertie was a shy,
blue-eyed child of six, Harry a bold,
dark laddie of ten years.
The boys were so very anxious to
hear about their future home that Mr.
Allen had to tell many times about the
barn full of hay and straw to play on,
and the orchard with the creek run
ning through it. They listened with
delight to a description of Flora, the
black colt that would shake hands with
Mr. Allen. They were glad to hear of
the swing in the woods beyond the d ii
sy strewn meadow. But when Daniel
spoke of the little woman at home who
was going to be a kind, fond mother to
them, they burst into tears of joy.
The description exceeded anything they
bad ever imagined.
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11., 1886.
They nad both spent most of their
previous lives behind "the high walls
of the institution, and under the rigid
discipline of a m ister. They knew of
no other life, expected no different fu
ture. It was no wonder then that the
bright, pleasant home which loomed up
before them so suddenly wis thought
to be a dream.
' Harry,' said little Bertie, 'I can't
helieve that we are going to live in
such a home. I think we must have
died, and that there h an angel taking
us to heaven. Don't you think so Har
ry ?'
Mi. Allen laughed heartily at this
idea. lie told Beitie that he was most
there then, for the house yonder among
the trees was his home.
Very soon they were drawn up he
fore ihe porch,where they found Ktziah
impatiently waiting their arrival. She
came out to meet them, kissed both
little toys, and half carried them into
the house.
After supper was over, Mrs. Allen
took Bertie on her lap, drew Harry's
chair close to her own, and asked her
husband to tell her about his visit to
the city. Mr. Allen did so, not forget
ting to mention that lie was taken for
an angel for once in his life, anyway.
The children's bedtime soon arrived,
and Mrs. Allen took them to a cozy
room above. She tucked theui careful
ly under the snowy covers, and gave
each a good-night kiss. When she
went below again she found Dauiel
nodding over the fire.
'Now, Daniel Allen, I feel as though
I had something to live for. Ido think
Bertie is a darling. I don't like Harry
at al'. Them big black eyes look too
crafty lor a child of his years.'
'That's the reason I brought two,
Ktziah, so you and me could have one
apiece. Y'ou can haye Bertie. Under
my directions Ilarrv'll make a fine hoy,
miud what I tell you. If you want
Bertie the same, I'd advise you not to
pet him too much,' returned her hus
band.
The boys were up early, and before
night there were not many inches of
the farm that they had not traveled.
They found everything quite ai nice as
Daniel had pictured it to be,and passed
the day out of doors.
Harry soon noticed that Bertie was
Mrs. Adieu's favorite, and there arose
in his passionate heart a strong dislike
for his brother. He did not attempt to
urive it out. He let it take root and
grow until his whole soul was filled
with a hitter hatred of innocent Bertie.
They had not been at the fai m a year
before Harry commenced to abuse the
child. He was very careful in his con
duct before Mr. and Mrs. Allen, conse
quently they both regarded him with
great pride and affection. Mrs. Allen
often told Daniel that Harry would
make more of a mark in the world
than Bertie, who was of an easy, gen
tle disposition. They did not know
that he treated Beitie as he did. The
child had such a fear of Harry that he
dared not complain of his ill treatment
to any one.
To add to his troubles, Harry, who
was decidedly Mr. Allen's favorite,
contrived to shake the farmer's confi
dence in him by representing that he
was not always truthful and honest.
Several times he threw his own misde
meanors upon Bertie's shoulders, and
the child dared not tell the truth for
fear of the punishment he knew his
cowardly enemy would iullict. As a
natural consequence, Mr. Allen's treat
ment of the poor little victim of cir
cumstances was stern and hard, Keziah
being his only friend. She never lost
faith in her pet.
For years this cruel course was con
tinued, then its desired object was ac
complished.
Bertie was just fifteen when he made
up his mind that tie would run away—
that he could not live in this atmos
phere of injustice another day. So one
night he tied a few things in a kerchief
and took a sorrowful departure from
the only home he had ever known.
Not unperceived, as he had supposed,
however. Every movement was view
ed by Harry with the utmost satisfac
tion.
Mrs. Allen wondeied much, when
breakfast was over, and Bertie who
was an early riser, did not appear.
After a time, thinking that he might
be ill, she went up to his room, and
found that the bed had not been slept
in.
She looked around, but found no
clew to his whereabouts. She imme
diately called Daniel and Harry, and a
thorough search was commenced.
Their efforts were, however, in vain.
Bertie had disappeared as completely
as if the ground had opened and swal
lowed him.
Mrs. Allen was nearly heart broken
at the loss of her boy. Daniel, too,
missed that sad, patient face from the
fireside, and did all that he could to
find him.
'Keziah,' said Daniel, a few days af
ter Bertie's disappearance, 'have you
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
been to my wallet lately ? Thar's fif
teen dollars gone somewhar.'
'Lor' no, Daniel, I never did such a
thing. When did you miss the mon
ey V'
'Only this morula', but it might
have been gone afore. The fust mon
ey I ever had took, too.'
'Father,' said Harry, 'maybe Bertie
took It. It seems as though we would
have fout.d him before if he had been
without money.'
'No, no, Harry," said Mrs. Allen,
quickly ; 'do not hint sue!) a thing a
gain. That poor dear boy'd lose a
baud, sooner'n touch a cent us didn't
belong to him.'
'Well,' said Daniel, after a long
pause, 'the money's gone, and the
more 1 think on't, the more I think he
took it. No one else could have took
It, wife. I don't begrudge the money
to the hoy. 1 would ha g'in him more,
if he wanted it ; hut if them's his
principles, I'm glad he's gone.'
Mrs. Allen remonstrated with her
husband on the injustice of the accusa
tion. In her own mind she felt sure
that she knew the thief. She dared
not mention it to Daniel, however, for
he would hear nothing against Harry.
A year wore away, and still no tid
ings of Bertie reached the farm. Har
ry had gained his point in driving him
away, lie was now sole manager of
all Mr Allen's business. Ilis word
was law with Dauiel, hut not with Ke
ziab. She could hardly tolerate him,
feeling perfectly sure that he had then
hardened the old man's heart against
him.
Y'ears rolled by. The hand of age
commenced to stamp his indelible
marks on Mr. and Mrs. Allen. Keziab
could no longer attend to the house
work, so a trusty girl was engaged to
take charge of the kitchen. The old
people felt that they could now enjoy a
quiet, happy old age together after
their years of toil.
Such was not to be the case. Mrs.
Allen was taken yery ill. Noted phy
sicians were summoned from all parts,
hut their skill was unavailing. One
bright, s'unnv day in early autumn
they laid her away forever. She who
had been a fond mother to Bertie was
gone. lie was iudeed an orphan now.
A short time after this sad event,
Mr. Allen had a desirable offer made
him for put of his farm. He had long
been thinking of selling, in order to
dispense with hired help. He also felt
that the sands of life were running out
and the money thus realized would
make him comfortable while he lived.
He finally conclued the bargain, and
received most of the money for his land
at once.
It WHS impossible for him to deposit
the money in the bank the day he re
ceived it. Although lie felt that it was
very unsafe to keep so much cash in
the house oyer night, he could not go
to the city until the next day.
The hired girl spoke of spending the
night with friends, so Daniel supposed
he and Ilarry would be sole inmates of
the house. When bedtime came, the
old man placed the package of money
under his pillow and retired to rest.
Some time during the night he was
dimly conscious of a cloth being press
ed tightly against his nostrils. lie
knew no more until he felt somebody
shaking him violently, and calling on
him to awaken. He found standing at
his bedside his housekeeper and three
men, a neighbor and his two sons.
'Poor man !' said Lizzie. 'Look
quickly and see if your money is where
you put it. You have been robbed by
your beloved son, Ilarry.'
'Don't say Ilarty took it girl ! You
will kill me if you do. Call him quick
ly, and we will find the robbers. May
be you're mistaken. I'll look myself
and see.'
He raised his pillow and found
nothing. Ilarry entered the room at
this crisis, and asked hurriedly If the
money wero gone.
'Harry,' said Daniel, 'you have
stung the heart that loved you. Lizzie
saw and heard all. Tell us about it,
girl.'
Mr. Leeds, the neighbor, was a jus
tice of the p°ace. He now proceeded
to arrest Ilarry, who stoutly protested
bis innocence.
'I did not go over to Mr. Leeds', as
I spoke of doing,' said Lizzie. 'Being
very tired, I went right to bed, but not
to sleep. I kept thinking of the dan
ger the place was in on account of that
money. Twelve o'clock found me
wide awake. Soon after this I thought
I heard voices in the garden. I rose
and went to my window. Fortunately
it was open, and just then the moon
• came from under a cloud. I looked
out, and not three feet from under ray
window stood Ilarry Allen and a
strange man. I heard Harry say, 'The
coast is clear, old fellow; you wait here
and I'll bring out the bag.' I stepped
out into the hall and heard him enter
Mr. Allen's room. In about fifteen
minutes be came out and went out
doors. As soon as I dared, I went out
the back way and ran oyer to Mr.
Leeds' and woke them up.'
By this time Harry was aware that
it was useless to deny his guilt. He
begged Daniel to have mercy on him,
and he would restore the money.
'Harry.' said Mr. Allen, who was
sternly just, 'you must stand your tii
al. If the judge and jury have inercy
on you, all right. I have none of it.'
Harry was lodged in jail, there to
await his trial. A lawyer from St.
Louis was engaged for him, by name,
Robert Dobson. Although a young
man he was said to bo the smartest
lawyer in the State.
The day of the trial came at last.
The court room was crowded. Mr.
Leeds and the girl, Lizzie, were the
main witnesses. Their evidence was
strong enough to couyht the prisoner.
Everything was proven against Harry.
Presently, his lawyer arose to make his
plea. Something in that resolute face
and in those firm, quiet tones made
Daniel look more closely at Robert
Dobson. After a long, piercing look
he threw up his hands, and, with the
cry of 'Bertie 1' fell fainting.
As soon as he had been removed, the
lawyer continued his eloquent appeal.
So effectual were his words that Harry
received only two years in the peniten
tiary.
Daniel was right. It was Bertie who
pleaded Harrj's cause so warmly. He
had remembered well the christian pre
cept : "forgive, if you would be forgiv
en."
It is impossible to say how proud and
happy Daniel felt when Keziah's lost
boy was restored to him in the rich and
noted Robert D >bso:i. The errors of
the past were forgiven and forgotteu
by the young man,who only remember
ed that Daniel had once been kind to
him. And from that time to the day
of the old man's death, he was to him a
faithful and devoted son.
How Tweed Escaped.
The account of the extravagant price
paid tor human hair to Mr. Dibblee re
calls to the mind of that gentleman an
incident of Tweed's escape from Lud
low street jail. Mr. Dibblee had had a
wig of superior quality and beauty
made to cover the temporary baldness
of his son, whose head had just been
shaved. The son failed to go for the
wig at the hour agreed upon, and the
father kept his place of business open
later than usual, waiting for the bald
delinquent. Suddenly an excited man
rushed into the store, exclaiming :
"Mr. Dibblee, have you a wig that
will about fit me ?"
"Certainly, what color do you want?"
"Oh, any kind. Show me one,quick!"
Mr. Dibblee took the wig waiting for
his son, and handed it to his impatient
customer. lie hastily tried itr on, in
quired the price,paid a reckless amount,
seized the wig, and went away in great
baste.
That night the wily Tweed disappear
ed. The next day New York was all
agog with amazement at his bold flight.
When it was discovered that he had
fled in disguise, Mr. Dibblee thought
full put two and two together. lie soon
after met one of the persons who had
been accused of assisting in the flight,
and, to yerify his suspicion, said to
him :
"So you succeeded in getting the old
man oft ?"
• Yes,* but we should not have done it
if it had not oeen for your wig."—New
York World.
General Grant's Horses.
General Grant was particularly proud
and fond of his 'stud of horses. His
war charger was an especial favorite.
He took great delight in exhibiting his
horses to his friends with whom he was
intimate. Once at his stables with a
friend he said : "Perhaps you would
like to see the horse I rode during all
the campaigns I commanded ?" The
animal was ordered to be brought out.
The gentleman was surprised to find
the horse 110 larger than a lady's palfrey
—small, slender, agile-limbed, black as
a coal, intelligent, mild, an eye like a
hawk, and a lick on the mane for all
the world like a boy's cowlick. It was
such an animal as women and children
would make into a family pet. The gen
tleman pronounced the animal a beanty
but expressed a doubt as to its endur
ance. "Endurance 1" said the general,
"this animal exceeds in endurance any
horse-flesh I ever saw. I have taken
him out at daylight and kept in the sad
dle till dark, and he came in as fresh
when I dismounted as when we started
in the morning. There isn't gold in
America to buy him. He is an import
ed horse of fine breed and was once on
Jeff Davis's plantation." This was
just before Davis was caught, and the
yisitor said, "I presume you would ex
change the horse for Jeff Davis.'' "You
have said it," exclaimed Grant, "I
would exchange him for his old master,
but for nothing else in the world."
THE value of the pig iron produced
in this country last year was $73,000,-
000 a sum nearly as great as the com
bined value of the gold and silver pro
ducts.
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
Wine with a History.
Twelve Preciouo Battles That Once
Came Across the Atlantic.
J. A. Murray, of Butte, Montana,
is the possessor of twelve bottles of
wine with a histcry. The earliest
known of this wine is that it was
found in a subterranean vault inside a
sealed stone receptacle, in a Jesuistical
monastery, that was demolished dur
ing a local feud among religious fana
tics. It so happeued that the eye of
an epicurean fell upon it and he secur
ed it as the most valuable of the treas
ures, and carried it into Poland ; pre
sented it to the crown, for which lie
was rewarded by the highest honors
and titles that could be conferred up
on an ordinary citizen. At the mar
riage of the Princess Decherniz of Po
land to the heir apparent of the crown
of France, the only remaining basket
of this priceless vintage was present
ed to the prince for the nuptial occa
sion. An unprincipled adventurer by
the name of Bouforte, who had secur
ed the position of second steward to
the crown, stole twelve bottles of the
precious nectar aud replaced these
with twelve of an inferior article.
These twelve bottles he brought with
him to America in the year 171)0. lie
communicated the nature of his special
treasure to his most trusted friend,
Henry Coatway. The cupidity and
avarice of the latter overpowered his
reason, and he killed Bouforte to se
cure the wine. The deed was no
sooner done than he feared the venge
ance of the law, and resolved to fly to
distant parts, for a time at least, until
the excitement of the murder would
die out. Before leaving he buried the
twelve bottles with their history far
down among the roots of an ancient
oak. Fifty years after, on uprooting
this same tree,a newly converted Mor
mon found the treasure and took it
with him when he migrated to Utah.
When Brigham Young was made
acquainted with the nature of the val
uable article contained in the twelve
bottles, he informed the owner that
God had made him the instrument to
find this treasure that he might give
it to the head of the church,aud forth
with took the vintage.
The wine was in turn stolen from
Brigham by an apostate Mormon,who
brought it to Montana, and on his
death -bed, at the mining camp of Pi
oneer, he bequeathed to J. A. Murray
this wine of such an eventful history,
as a testimonial of his gratitude to
that gentleman for his having loaned
him SSOO atone time for the purpose
of calling a hand for Julius Levy, by
which he took down a pot containing
$1,309.
When She Spoke.
She was a sweet-faced, blue-eyed
young girl, with great waves of gold
en hair brushed carelessly back from
a noble-looking, snow-white brow.
Her ruby lips-were full and sweet. In
nocence itself was in her great blue
eyes Fair and sweet was she in all
the purity and guilelessness of her
fresh young womanhood.
Two young men had long been
watching her with eager Her
glorious beauty had enthralled them.
"What a superb girl !" said one.
"Never was lily fairer 1"
"llow I would love to hear her
speak 1" said the other. "No 'sweet
bells angled' could be like the words
she must utter with lips like those,
and a face like that!"
She spoke. A friend came down
the aisle, and said carelessly—
"A cold day, Miss D
The full red lips parted slowly, the
beautiful head turned with superb
grace, a smile of seraphic sweetness
illuminated the noble features ; soft
and sweet was her artless answer :
"Well, I should smirk to twitter.
Cold ain't no name for it!''
FIFTEEN minutes a day devoted to
self-improvement will be felt at the end
of the year. Good thoughts and care
fully gathered experience take up no
room, and may be carried about as our
companions everywhere, without cost
or incumbrance. An economical use
of time is the true mode of securing
leisure; it unables us to get thro' busi
ness and carry it forward, instead of
being driyen by it. On the other hand,
the miscalculation of time involves us
in perpetual hurry, confusion, and diffi
culties, and life tecomes a mere shuffle
of expedients, usually followed by dis
aster.
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Irish Landlords.
Everything They Own Squeezed
From the Poor Peasant.
Dublin would be the most beautiful
city in Europe but for two tinners —its
buildings and its people. The aristoc
racy, so-called, live in tumble-down
villas, which, though their white walls
sparkle in the sunshine, prove, when
approached, to be painted shells sur
rounded by gardens in ruins. The in
habitants of all these villas are a set of
broken-down landlords, who have been
compelled to close their country houses
and come to town for economy sake;
widows living on the dowry paid them
by their elder brothers, and mortgaged
creditors, who live on the mortgages
that they or their ancestors have placed
on the land/ for in Ireland, with the ex
ception of a few distillers and brewers,
who live on the drunkenness of the
people, there is no possible mode of ob
taining'money save from the peasant
farmer. The Socialistic axiom that
capital is only a useless value, the toil
of the worker being unpaid, is iu other
countries mitigated and almost lost
sight of iu the multiplicity of avenues
througn which money must flow before
it falls into the pockets of the rich, But
in Ireland the direct and rude transfer
of money from the horny hauds of the
peasant to the delicate Angers of the
landlord has a horrible smell of slavery.
In Ireland the landlord does absolute
ly nothing save to grab all the money
that the peasant can scrape together.
An Irish landlord said: "I baye always
done, now do and will continue to do
just as the other landlords, for it is as
impossible for me as the rest of my
class to <?o otherwise; hut that does not
prevent me from acknowledging the
fact that it is a worn out system, at
war with the nineteenth century, and
something that should be at once abol
ished. In Ireland every chicken that
goes into the pot, every glass of cham
pagne drank,every silk robe that rustles
on the street, every rose worn at the
ball, is so much squeezed out of the
misery of the peasant's hovel. A few
years ago this tribute—for that is what
it is—was accepted without a murmur,
just as feudalism or slavery was accept
ed long ago in other lands. But now
the scales have fallen from the eyes of
the nation and the sore is laid bare in
all its ugliness, just as if the inner gar
ment had been removed from the natu
ral body, revealing the flesh covered
with scars and postules. This wound, - "
which hitherto was only visible to a
few, you now see everywhere in the
most squalid districts of the city as well
as in the most elegant and fashionable
quarters.
Whistling ana Whistlers.
If a boy is allowed to whistle it will
turn his attention in a great degree
from the desire to become the possessor
of a drum, and if paternal firmness be
added, he can be kept satisfied without
one until he gets to be sixteen years old
when he will strike the cornet period,
Shakespeare was well acquainted with
the art. He makes Othello say con
cerning Desdemona: "If 1 do not prove
her false, I'll whistle her off and let her
down the wind a prey to fortune, e'en
though her -very cries were my dead
heart-strings."
Negroes are the best whistlers in the
world. Frequently one hears a colored
improyisatore whistling the quaintest
and sweetest melodies, and with tho
colored males in general whistling
comes as natural as grunting does to a
hog.
Men whistle when they are happy,
and they whistle when they are sad.
When you see a carpenter or a house
painter pushing a plane or slapping on
the paint and whistling a lively air at
the same time, set him down as a man
who pays his debts, is cheerful at home
and never whips tns children.
When a man is sad he whislles in a
doleful tone. Nine times out of ten he
won't choose a dismal air, but he will
whist'e a lively tune, a hornpipe or a
negro minstrel end song. And he will
draw the melody in and out between
his lips in away to draw tears from all
listeners. Sometimes a man accom
plishes the same result wheu he is
cheerful and trying to whistle real good.
Gir.s in general whistle in a sort of
jerky, disconnected, jim-jam sort of
way, and groan mildly between the
notes. They'd better let whistling a
lone.
Vienna Girls.
The system carried out in Vienna for
educating girls is entirely worthy of
note, says the Buffalo Courier. They
are kept at their studies until they are
fifteen years of age. Then they go
through a course of teaching in the
pantry and kitchen, under soma mem
ber of the family, sometimes under
trained cooks, for a yeai or.two years.
Thus they learn to do everything them
selyes, and to know the value of things
long before they commence housekeep
ing on their own account; and though
they may never be required to cook a
dinner, they become independent of
cooks and servants. The Austrian wo
men are the most affectionate wives
and mothers. They are as accomplish
ed as any English governess, are as
witty in society as a Parsian, and are
among the most beautiful women in
Europe.