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Behind the Counter.
'My first day at the store !' said Car
ry Walliugford, with a curious thrill
through her, as if an ice cold stream
were trickling down the line of her spi
nal column. 'Oh,I wish I were a rich
girl, and didn't have to work ?'
'Work is honorable, my child, said
old Uncle Wolsey, who, with his spec
tacles on his nose was trying to spell
through the illegible paragraphs of the
daily paper, mutterfng to himself that
'either they didn't print as good as
they used to, or else his old eyesight
'Yes, I know,' fluttered Carry ; 'but
—but I'm very willing that someone
else should have the honor this time.'
Uncle Wolsey turned his glasses with
mild reproach upon his niece's pink
and white balsam of a face.
'I wish I could be as brave as you,
Uncle Wolsey !' said Carry, as she
tied the crimson strings of her little
capote under her round chin.
Old Wolsey Wallirgf.ud had shelter
ed his little pet lamb by bis health fold
all her lifetime until now. lie was a
jeweler by trade, and lie had kept bis
unpretending store open as long as
possible. But the tide of fashion went
by, and left bira stranded on the un
frequented side-street, where the sign
of the tarnished silver watch attracted
no further Attention.
And one day, when he had set all
day in the window with his magnify
ing-glass,woi king at some impossible old
time piece, whose owner had died and
never called for it, twilight crept dark
ly over his eyesight and his heart. lie
laid down the tools.
'All day long.' said he, 'and neyer a
customer I Well-a-day ! it is time for
the old man to shut up his store at
lie went out and put up the wooden
shutters, with a heart that was heavier
than they, and from that time thence
forward the wooden imitation of the
silver watcn swung no longer oyer the
Uncle Wolsey had been conquered in
life's battle, and had laid d >wn his
arms, and now it was that Carry re
luctantly threw herself into the breach.
llow could she let the dear old man
starve ? And Mr. Pickrell's fancy
and dry goods store on Sixth avenue
was really a very creditable establish
ment, and Mrs. Pickrell herself had
promised, from the scveie heights of
the cashier's desk,to 'keep an eye' upon
old Mr. Wallingfaid's niece, and if her
services preyed desirable, there was no
sort of doubt but that her sa'ary would
be ii creased in time.
So Carry bultone.l up her sack, drew
on her neat lisle tin end gloves and took
the little basket, in which, wrapped in
a napkin, was packed her lunch of ap
ple-pie ai.d ch°ese, and went forth to
meet her new career, little reckoning
how hi ief it was to be.
At Grst it was not very pleaaant.
The store was small and stuffy, with
gorgeous piles of cretonne and chintz
at the door, and festoons of laces, silk
handkerchiefs and colored jerseys flap
ping against the head of the girls be
hind the counter, of whom there were
three besides Carry—bold, high-yoiced
damsels, who wore their hair down
oyer the bridge of their noses and gig
Customers came and went, char ge
was made and paper parcels expedi
tiously wrapped up..
Mr Pickrell walked the floor with
his hands in his pockets, ordered away
small girls whose no.-es were flattened
100 persistently against the windows
outside, and smiled beamingly on old
MILLHEIM, I'A THURSDAY, JANUARY 27.. 1887.
ladies who stopped to examine the
quality of the chintzes and flannel
Mrs. Pickrell reprimanded the young
women with the banged hair for gig
gling too loud when there were custo
mers in the store, and called to Carry
to 'mind what she was about' when a
box of ribbons fell off the counter upon
Carry grew yery weary, her head be
gan to ache, and she wondered how*
long it would be before 'aliutting-up
At last a tall, brown-faced young
man came in, wearing a foreign-look
ing C<at trimmed with fur, and some
how bearing in his aspect the indescri
bable stamp of belonging to some other
One of tlio banged haired nymphs
was eating her lunch ; the second had
rushed up the street to get change for'a
ten dollar bill ; and the third was en
gaged in matching an impossible shade
of libbon for a young lady who was de
termined not to bo pleased with any
'Carry !' shrilly signaled Mrs. Pick
And our heroiue advanced gallantly
to the rescue.
'What can I show you ?' she asked,
timidly, of the new customer.
'silk, please,' said the young man.
And when Carry perceived that l.e
was considerably more embarrassed
than herself, she took courage.
'What color ?' said she.
'I don't know,' answered the custo
mer—'that is—l haven't quite made up
my mind. Perhaps you could sug
'What is it for ?' Carry asked, with
mild toleration of his evident bewilder
ment ; and at the same time she could
not hell) perceiving that he was yery
handsome, with wavy black hair and
dark, liquid eyes, long lashes, and
pleasant to look upon.
'For a dress.'
•A dress ? But is it for a young la
dy, or an old one ?'
'I don't know,' acknowledged the
gentleman—'young—that is, not old.
She can't be over forty. To tell you
the truth'—and he smiled in spite of
himself—'Pye never seen the lady.
But she is a cousin of mine, and I
want to make her a present.'
'Yes, I understand,' said Carry. 'ls
it to be black or colored ?'
'What would you advise ?' said the
stranger, blindly clutching at Carry's
feminine counsel as a shiwrecked mar
iner may be expected to cling to a tl Kit
'Black would perhaps be more suit
able, seeing that you don't know the
lady's ago or complexion,' remarked
'But blue and pink are such pretty
colors !' pleaded the dark-haired young
man, looking longingly at the piles of
lustrous fabrics on tbe shelves.
'Yes,' said Carry, growing interest
ed ; 'but they are only suitable for a
very few occasions, while black is al
'I thought that only old ladies wore
black silk ?'
'Young ladies do, also,' calmly asser
'lf you were selecting a dress,' said
the stranger, in desperation, 'which
color would you choose :"
'I would choose seal biown,' said
Carry, after a second or two of deliber
'Eh ? should you ? Show me seal
brown then, please,' said t'ao customer.
'lt's a little grave, perhaps'—surveying
the shining folds, 'but it's pretty, yes,
it's very pretty? Ilow many yards
now does it take for a dress ?'
'I should think,' said Carry, after a
second interval of reflection, 'that fif
teen yards might answer if it was econ
omically cut '
'I ilon't know anything about econo
my,' said the young man ; 'I want a
'Then I should recommend eighteen
yards,' advised Carry.
'Cut tne off eighteen yards,' said the
gentleman, promptly ; 'and put in the
linings and 11 immings ai.d al! that sort
of thing, please—you'll know what I
need, better than Ido myself. And 1
i say -'
'Sir ?' said Carry, as tie hesitated.
'Have you anything that would make
a nice present for an old gentleman, do
you think ?'
'A silk neclt mufller ?' suggested
Carry, her eyes running across the
shelves of the store, 'or a pair of fur
lined gloyes ?'
'Capital !' said the customer. 'Put
'em both in the pared.'
'Thank you, sir,'said Carry. 'Where
shall we send t hem i"
'Nowhere,'answered the customer.
'l'll take them al oig myself, and then
I shall le sure Shut there is no mistake.
I'm a thousand iines obliged to you
'Not in the least,' said Carry, with
So the dark-eyed stranger with the
fur-trimmed coat departed, and Mrs.
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE.
Pickrell praised the young shopgirl for
the good sale she had made.
'You'll be a valuable hand in time,'
said she. 'lt isn't often wo get a
chance to sell a silk pattern like that.
Folks mostly go on Broadway foi their
expensive diesses,' she added, with a
Carry was very tired when she came
home in tho fiosty October dusk. The
store did not close until ten, but the
girls took turns, two by two, to stay
after sunset, and Carry's turn fortu
nately did not come until the next
When she reached home Uncle Wol
sey had the lamp lighted aud the kettle
boiling for tea, and was slicing off
some canned corn beef, and 'minding'
the toast before tho lire at the same
It looked cheery and pleasant ; Car
ry drew a long sigh of relief.
'How nice it is to be at home, Uncle
Wolsey !' she cried. 'Do let me make
tho toast ! And, oh ! it hasn't been
such a very hard day. after all. And
Mrs Pickrell says I've made tho best
sale she has had. for a week. Such a
handsome young man. Uncle Wolsey!
and lie treated me as if I were a prin
cess instead of a working girl, and—'
'Stop, stop !' said Uncle Wolsey,
pausing with the knife still in his hand.
'l've had a good-looking young man
here, too, Carry. Needn't think you
have got a monopoly of articles. What
do you think of your poor mother's
cousin from the seal-fur fisheries in
Alaska ? And what do you think of
his bringing these things here as a
present for you and me—eh ?'
Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife,
and carefully dusting his hands 011 the
roller-towel, drew forth fiom the bu
reau-drawer a seal-brown silk dress
pattern, and a pair of fur-lined gloves,
wrapped around with a epotted silk
'Why, Uncle Wolsey—' almost
'What's the matter ?' said the old
man. Ain't they pretty ? Oughtn't I
to have taken 'em ?'
'lt's tho very man,' siid Carry. 'I
sold them to him this afternoon.'
'Hey ?' said Uncle Wolsey.
'At the store,' said Carry. 'Oh, Un
cle Wolsey ! And is he really my
cousin V lam so glad.'
'Glad of what ? retorted a strong,
cheery yoice, and in came the myster
ious 'st 1 anger himself. 'Why. I de
ed tie,' hectitd, '1! theie isn't the little
gill who sold me the tilings to day.'
'Glad tint you are my cousin,' said
Carry, with a mischievous smile and a
low courtesy. 'Because—because I
thoughi you were very pleasant and
'And I thought—' said the stranger.
'But 110, I won't tell you what 1
thought. How do you do cousin ?'
'I am so glad you chose the seal
brown silk !' demurely observed Car
ry. 'What should I have done with a
blue or a pink silk !'
'lt would have looked very well on
you,'said the cousin meditatively eye
ing her, 'blue would have matched
your eyes, pink, your cheeks.'
'Just my sentiment,' chuckled Uncle
Wolsey. 'Comp, young folks—come;
tea is ready. And the toast is getting
Not until the visitor had taken his
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking his
pipe before the fur. impart to Carry an
additional piece of news.
'What d'ye suppose Mr. Lennox told
me he came down to the State for,
'l'm sure I don't know/ said Carry,
'To get liira a wife!' said Uncle Wol
'Oh!' said Carry, shading her face
from the lire. 'I am sure I hope lie
will be successfull'
The three hanged-hair young maiden
at Pickrell's Emporium subscribed to
buy a Bohemian glass colygue set for
Carry Wallingford's wedding present;
but they murmured much among them
selves because this golden stratum of
luck had not come to them.
'We're just as pretty as she,' said
the); 'and much prettier, some folks
would say. And why couldn't the cus
tomer have fallen to our lot?'
There are some questions which Cu
pid alono can answer. And he, the
winged rogue is obstinately silent. —
Helen Forest Graves.
A Story Without End.
We are half a mind to begin to write
a story that may never end, founded on
facts that arc ever obvious. Ilippodro
mus, taking his morning walk in the
streets of Lucigtiano,comes upon Theo
dectes, a laborer,and says to him, 'Why
are you always at work ?' Theodectes
answers, 'I am a'ways at work to get
money to buy food to give me strength
to do more work that I may get more
money to buy more food to get more
strength to do more work to get more
money to buy more food to get more
strength to do more work to get more
money to buy—' This is the beginning
of the story without end, and the facts
on which it is founded, they are with
out end also. —Winsted (Conn.) Press.
Fred Vokes in Disguise.
How lio Scooped m Some Southern
Ohio Would-be Sharps.
Fred Yokes, the English sprint run
ner, is ono of the fleetest men 011 the
cinder path. Fred is one of the kind,
too, who knows how to USJ his hands
as well as his legs,and between the two
lie always manages to catch to that
tirst thought of all true sous of Britain
—his stomach. Fred is never at a loss
for a friend or a dollar, and likes good
living as well as the best of them. lie
is a big, robust fellow, and is so much
inclined embonpoint that anybody not
acquainted with him would never pick
him out as a foot runner. As an illus
tration of the way in which Fred turns
a penny once In a while it is only neces
sary to recite the particulars of one of
his little escapades. Recently he heard
there was an amateur foot runner in
southern Ohio whose friends believed
hint a wonder. He was not long in
providing himself with a wooden chest,
and two days later the name of William
Elliot decorated the register of the Ho
tel at McArthur. lie came there a
full-fledged patent medicine man, and
after making the rounds of the village
stores without selling one bottle of his
stuff, lie returned to the pool 100 m at
tached to the hotel and tried his hand
at pocketing the ivories. He was the
sucker in the crowd to the extent of
three or four games, when lie threw
down his cue and said : '1 am no pool
player, but I will light, wrestle or run
any man in town for sloo.' His bluff
was a good one,and the bait was quick
ly grabbed down by one of the friends
of the aforesaid running wonder.
'l'll lake that bet,' said one of the
men in the saloon, little dreaming that
lie was talking to one of the first pro
fessionals in tne country, 'and we'll
back a McArthur boy to run you one
hundred yards.' The money was put
up and the amateur runner introduced
to Yokes, alias Eliott. Some of the
village sports called the alleged patent
medicine man to one side and said ;
'(Jan you run ?'
'Well, 1 should say I could,' was his
•We wi'l back you,' one of them said,
'but want you to run a trial. Wheie's
your running shoes ?'
'What's them ?' innocently quizzed
the medicine man. 'I run in my boots.'
The yokels looked at each other and
laughed. They provided him with shoes
for the trial, and Elliot purposely cov
ered the hundred yards in very slow
time. This settled it with the village
spoils, and they went immediately and
put thair money on the home runner.
This was exactly what Yokes want
ed, as he was not working or bucking
for himself, lie had all the money he
needed, and covered every dollar that
the Mc Arthur men put up. About
SOOO was put up and the patent medi
cine man, to the astonishment of the
MeArthur people, ran away from their
pet ruuner with as much ease as Jay-
Eye-See would with a cart horse. The
McArthur men saw they were duped,
but did not squeal. 'A man on a crutch
couldn't go in that town now and get a
race,' was Yokes' parting remarks as
he finished his story the other night.
Words of Weight.
"In the beginning God created the
heavens and the earth." These sub
lime words, with which Iloly Scripture
prefaces the moral story of our world,
form not only the heading of the Bible,
they are its summary—they tell what
has been, is and will be, in the relation
between heaven and earth. 1 hey also
form a summary of dogmatics,of ethics,
of history, and of political economy, in
asmuch as they mark the spring, the
river-bed and the issue of the stream of
humanity. They teach us these things :
our God-origin, God-dependence, God
consecration, God-guidance, God-desti
ny, and in all of them a universal
brotherhood. The ten commandments
may be regarded as the negative, limit
ing, legal aspect of all this ; the Lord's
prayer as its positive, ideal and gospel
aspect. For law is in its nature main
ly negative; the gospel is positive. If I
were to preach a sermon on "Charity,"
I could choose no better text than the
opening words of Genesis. — Rev. Dr.
A Broomstick Selection.
Said a patriarch to his daughter: "A
place for everything, and everything in
its place." Then to his son : "Select
a wife, my son, that will never step
over a broomstick." The son was obe
dient to the lesson. "Now," said lie
pleasantly on a jolly holiday, to one of
his guests, "I appoint that broomstick
to choose mo a wife. The young lady
who will not step over it, shall have the
offer of my hand." They passed from
the splendid salon to the grove ; some
stumbled over the broomstick, and oth
ers passed over it. At length a young
lady stooped and put it in its place.
The promise was fulfilled ; she became
the wife of an educated and wealthy
young man, and he the husband ot a
prudent, industrious and lovely woman.
He brought a fortune to her and she
knew how to save one.
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance,
A Fearful Calamity in a
London Public Hall.
A Falao Alarm of Fire Starts a Pan
ic in Which Men, Women and
Children are Trampled and
Crushed by the Fright
LONDON, January 19. —The hall in
Prince's street, Spitalfields, where a
fatal panic occurred last night, is a fa
vorite resort for the Jews of that part
of London. Last eyening a benefit per
formance was given and the place was
crowded. During the progress of the
play a man and woman quarreled in the
street outside and near the main door
way of the hall. The man used violence
and the woman screamed. Her cry
was heard by a passer-by, who misun
derstood it and shouted "Fire." The
woman's screams and the cries of 'fire'
were heard inside and at once created
a panic, the audience, numbering fiye
hundred, rising in a body and rushing
pell-mell for the main entrance.
The manager of the Hebrew Dramat
ic Club, which was giving the enter
tainment, was on the stage when the
panic began. He perceived at once
that there was no good reason for it
and did all in his power to allay the ex
citement and to alford all possible fa
cilities tor thcexit of the people. The
hall has a number of entrances and he
had them all thrown wide open, and
called on the people when they would
not remain to divide and use all the
doorways. Hut they paid no attention
to him. In fact, many of them con
strued the manager's earnestness into
proof tint there was a fire and these in
creased their exertions to get out. The
whole crowd, as if with one impulse,
made for the main entrauce. It hap
pened that among those who first reach
ed it were a number of women and chil
dren, who had been occupying some of
the rear seats. They were overborne
by strong meu attempting to pass them
and as the women and children fell at
the doorway they tripped up others who
were crushed down by the rush of the
frantic crowd. It took but a few min
utes to empty the house and the alarm
was so thorough that not a soul among
the entire audience refrained from the
struggle to get out.
"EVERY ONE FOR HIMSELF."
When the people, after reaching the
street.ascertamed the facts of the situa
tion a scene of great disorder of another
kind ensu3d, caused by the discovery
that numbers were missing. Then a
rush hack was made. This, however,
was stopped at the mam entrance by
the police, who had arrived and assum
ed control. Seventeen corpses were
found inside the theatre, near the door.
They were all torn, crushed and disfig
ured. Of the dead, twelve were
women, three were boys, one was a girl
and the other a man. The remains
were almost unrecognizable. Eye-wit
nesses say that the way the strong men
who got uppermost in the strhggle at
the door crushed and trampled on those
who fell down in the conflict was inde
scribably ruthless and brutal, although
of course not wilful, it being a case of
"everyone for himself." A number
of infants carried in their mothers'
arms and clung to through all the pan
ic were also crushed or smothered to
death and a u umber of others were fa
The scene during the attempted re
turn of the crowd was painful in the
extreme. The bereaved remained at
the doorways all night waiting to have
their dead restored to them, and the
lamentations of the women were heart
The hall to-day resembles a disorder
ed auction room. Broken furniture,
crushed toys, children's hats, .broken
bottles, orauge peel, actor's wigs and
shreds of clothes lie scattered over the
floor. There are many blood spots on
the backs of chairs a9 well as on the
floor. Every here and there ghastly
knots of hair are clinging to the furni
ture. Several escapes were made
through the windows, most of which
are badly smashed.
A TERRIBLE STRUGGLE.
The bodies were found at the bottom
of the stone stairs leading to the gal
lery. Here a terrible struggle took
place between the front of the crowd
rushed from the main floor and the
leaders of the throng which rushed
down the gallery stairs. The dead lay
mostly in two opposing rows, the feet
of each row close to those of the other,
one row of heads lying toward the gal
lery stairway, the other toward the
opposite side of the hall. The faces of
the dead were distorted with agonized
expressions. A little girl,since identi
fied as Eva Marks, was found lying at the
bottom of a pile of dead. Her lower
limbs were bare and the upper part of
dress was torn to shreds, showing that
she had fought hard for life. Isaac
Levy, a venerable man,with long white
flowing beard and hair, was found
among the dead. He and his wife were
regular attendants at the performances
given in the hall. They always sat
near the door. It is thought that Mr.
Levy, instead of fleeing alone when the
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panic started, remained to help and
protect his wife. So the old man was
brushed down by the rushing crowd
and stamped to death. Hia wife's
body lay opposite. The womao was in
the prime of life aod wore brightly
colored clothes and quantities of jewel
ry. Beside her lay a little boy, whose
knickerbockers and stockings were torn
Gospel Without Cost.
A venerable Kentuckian told "THI
INTERIOR" the following story : A
wealthy planter, a man of education,
an eloquent speaker, and a successful
politician, was converted. He wanted
to do good. His neighbors were ir
religious, and he felt that his first du
ty was to them. He buiit a commo
dious church, put an organ in it, and
hired an organist. He obtained a li
cense to preach, and prepared some
excellent sermons. When the house
was ready, he sent his servants all
over the neighborhood and invited
everybody to come to church at 11
o'clock next Sunday. The people
came and listened. At the close of
the seryice the preacher thanked them
for coming, and invited tbem to come
again next Sunday. On Saturday be
sent his servants out to remind them
of the Sab bath service. He did this
year after year, paying all expenses
himself, not taking collections from
anybody or anything, for he wanted
to convince the people that the gospel
was free—'without money and with
'And what was the result ?' was
Oh, he preached for twenty years,
and there wasn't a single conversion
in all that time !
People are not likely to prize very
highly that which costs them nothing.
If you want to get a man into the
church, begin by getting him to do
something for it. If you want to de
velop the piety of a church, train its
members to work and to give.
There is scarcely a sign now of the
house in which Washington was born,
on the lower Rappahannok, nor any
more of the other houses where he
passed his boyhood, over, against
Fredericksburg, aod in the landscape
which must have been known to onr
soldiers who fought atChancellorville.
Both these houses were of the old
Virginia stamp—big roomy piles of
lumber, with long, sloping bent roof
in the rear, and two huge chimneys
slapped against the exterior walls at
either end. It was at the home in
Stafford county must have happened
that episode of the cherry tree ; and it
was there, too, happened [alter his
father's death] that other better au
thenticated incident of the boy's sub
jugation of a young thoroughbred
colt which nobody could master ; and
yet this intreped lad known as George
Washington, and known for many
athletic feats even as a boy, did mas
ter the brute, and so enraged him by
the mastership that the poor animal,
in a frenzy of protesting plunges, died
under the very seat of the boy master.
This martyr to young Washington's
iron resolve was a great pet of his
mother's, under whose special guid
ance the fatherless lad had now come;
and there may have been a bone to
pick between them regarding the colt;
but never, then or thereafter, any real
breach in their mutual regard or love,
Politeness of Great Men.
Truly great'men are polite by instinct
to their inferiors. It is one element of
their 'greatness to be thoughtful for
The greatest men in the world have
been noted for their politeness. Indeed,
many have owed their greatness mainly
to their.popular manners, which induc
ed the people whom they pleased to
give them an opportunity to show their
Many years ago the errand boy em
ployed by a publishing house in a great
city was sent to procure from Edward
Eyerett the proof-sheets' of a book he
had been examining. The boy entered
the vast library, lined from floor to
ceiling with books, in fear and trem.
bling. He stood in awe of this famous
man, and dreaded to meet him. But
Mr. Everett, turning from the desk
where he was writing, received the lad
with reassuring courtesy, bade him sit
down, chatted kindlv as he looked for
the proof-sheets, ana asked :
"Shall I put. a paper ground them for
you ?' as politely as if his visitor were
The boy departed in a very comfort
able state of mind. He had been rais
ed in his own esteem by Mr. Everett's
kindness, and he has never forgotten
the lesson it taught him.