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© piano, or sketching the Yellow moun-
"mouth.
Bean itd,
Bellefonte, Pa., May 9, 1890.
THE CHILDREN ARE AWAY.
The house is deserted and silent,
The clock seeming softly to say,
How cheerless it is, and how lonely—
When the children have all gone away.
No foot-falls are heard on the carpet,
No lauzh heard of innocent glee ;
And their vlaythings are resting serenely
Where the children wished them {o be.
How deep and profonad is the stillness
That reigas in each vacated room ;
But the mem’ry of those that are ahsent
Lingers like some sweet perfume.
As I sit here and think it all over,
I feel it so plainly to-day,
How lonely I'll be inthe future,
When the children have all gone away.
They're only to make a week’s visit,
To grandpa and grandma—that’s all;
Bat it'gives me a glimpse of the moment
When tie mandates of duty shall call.
And they, as brave men and true women,
Must answer and fall into line,
Marching, unfaltering, onwara y
In the pathways their callings assign.
1 shall sit in my old-fashioned rocker,
And, rocking and thinizin~ all day,
I fear I'll grow weary and ailing,
My dark locks be turning to gray!
1°11 wonder what each one is doinz—
And where may each wanderer be,
If any are sick or unhappy
Or if they*are thinking of me.
9
Then I'll lay down the glove I am knitting
And look at t reir pictures once more,
Till each one is covered with kisses,
As I've kiss their sweet faces before.
Then thro’ Mem’ry’s hallway resounding,
Their light-falling footsteps I'l hear,
But liftine my glad eyes to greet them,
No chiluren, alas, will appear.
The home is deserted and lonely,
The clock seeming softly to say :
How cheerless it is, and how lonely—
For the children have all gone away!
——————————
PRETTY POLLY PIPER.
“Come, Polly,” said Mrs. Piper, sharp-
ly, “what are you dreaming about?
Eleven o'clock and the best parlor not
dusted yet, and old Gloriana calling
you to help hang out the clothes, and.
the tomatoes waiting to be made into
catsup, and the peach short cake to be |
baked, and you here dawdling your
time away like a fine lady !”’
Polly Piver jumped quickly up, hid-
ing her dog’s eared paper covered nov-
el, as she did so, under the cushion.
“I wish I werea fine lady,” said
she, “I'd be praciicing sonatas on the
tain, or hemming ruffles, instead of
working like a slave |” .
Mrs. Piper looked keenly at her
daughter. od
“Polly” said she, ‘you needn’t work
unless you've a mind to.”
Polly tossed her snuny head with a
movement of disdain.
“I den’t know how you make that
out,” said she.
“You can marry this relation of ours,
if you please,” insinuated ber mother.
“He wants a wi‘e to keep that grand
new house of his, on Haven hill.”
Polly laughed.
We don’t want you here !”’
(“Poor fellow I" thought Polly, “How
he colors! I'm sorry now I let moth-
erdo it. I might have softened mat-
ters a little. How tired he lpoks, and
I’m sure that valise must weigh a
quarter of a ton, at least I")
“Better go to Widow Topham’s, half
a mile down the road, and tell the folks
I passed you on, so you could take your
week there first. It ain’t convenient
for us to entertain you here to-day.”
And, to nip the whole matter in the
bud, Mrs. Piper turned short a ound
aud made a dive into the house, reso-
lutely closing the door,beli‘nd her.
“There,” said she’ “it's done! I
could not have him here!"
“He hasn't gone yet,” said Polly,
her pretty nose flattened against the
fanlights of the hail door.
“What's he doing?” sharply que-
ried her mother.
“He has sat down on his valise.
Now he is wiping his forehead with a
very nice white pocket handkerchief.
Now he’s looking back at the house.
Oh, mother, don't you think-—"
“Polly,” said Mrs. Piper, in accents
of condensed exasperation, “I don’t
think anything at all! But if you don’t
go and help Gloriana with the wash-
ing, I'll go myself, and there’s an end
of it!”
And Polly, who knew the meaning
of her mother’s voice as well as a mu-
sician comprehends his gamat, obeyed
at once.
Was it Polly’s rault that oid Glori-
ana had suspended the clothes lines in
that velvet green meadow through
which the brook gurgled like a 'wugh-
ing, frolicsome child ?
Was it through any complicity of
hers that the tall young man had se-
lected that especial ‘short cut,” from
the Piper farm house to the high road!
Polly stopped and looked at him, her
mouth full of clothes pins, her bonnie
brown curls blown hither and yon, like
a meadow of ripened wheat in a Sep-
tember gale.
“He has stopped to eat blackberries,”
thought she. “He must be very bun-
gry. Young man, I'seay—young man !”
The stranger started.
“I beg your pardon?” s:id be. “Am
I trespassing?”
“No,” said Polly, “it isn’t that. Any
one is welcome to the wi'd blackber-
ries. But you seem hungry 27
“I am almost famished,” frankly ad-
mitied the young man. “I hreukiasied
at 6, and I've had nothing since.”
“v's too bad? cried symnathele
Polly. “Look herc—vou shal come
to our house! I don’t care what moih-
er says.”
“You are Miss Piper? he asked.
“They call me Polly,” said the girl.
“I declare it’s semi-barbarous, this sort
of thing! We've no business to act
like ihe priest and the Levile, even if
we hzpnen to be ex ecting company
irom the city. There's a very nice lit-
tle bedroom over the kitshen, sir, it
you dov’t mind the chimney going
throvah it, and the outlook 1:0 the
yp wuiay yard behind, and I'l «et you
some dinner myse!{. Come?!
With (he gesture of a modern Queen
“How do I know he'll like me?’ she
questioned.
“Nonsense, Polly! There's no need
to tell you that. You're as pretty as a
pink,” said Mrs. Piper, viewing her |
daughter with maternal pride. !
“And how do I know I shall like
him ?”
“Why shouldn't youlikehim? He
can’t be more than 60, and a man at
60 ought to be in his prime. And he's
very handsome—at least Viola Barlett
says he used to be. And you know
very well, Polly, you can make him
love you, fast enough !”
Polly pursed up her cherry dot of a
“A lover of 60,” cried she, “who
used to be handsome when Viola Bar-
lett was a girl! Oh, mother!”
“A handsome house and a grand
carriage of your own,” artfully inter
posed Mrs. Piper. ‘“And servants to
do all this drudgery that comes so
hard on you now, and a good home for
your poor father that's crippled with
rheumatism and—"
“All thie is taking a good deal for
granted,” cried Poliy, dancing across
the room. “Just hear old Gloriana
bawling for help! I think she'll drown
herself in the washtub if I don’t come
pretty soon. He's to be here in the
poon train, isn’t he? Oh, mother,
yowll have to make the peach shout |
cake yourse!l, and I'll atiend to the |
tomatoes! And, mother—I1 declare 1,
never thought of it until this minute,
but here's a note {rom the school trus- |
tees to let vou know that this is your
week for boarding the new school
master.”
Mrs. Piper gave a start of dismay.
“The new schoolmaster!” she echoed. |
“Bat, Polly, he can’t come this week. |
‘We haven't but the one spare room, !
and your cousin from New York is to
be here to-day ; and, besides, we can’t
be bothered with country schoolmas-
ters when there's so much to be done.
Write and tell the trustees at once. I
dare say the man would just as soon go
to Widow Topham’s this week. There
he is coming now. Tell him.”
A score of dimples broke out around
Polly Piper's bewitching little Cupid's
bow of a mouth ; her blue eyes spark-
led fun. ;
“Tell him yourself, mother,” she re-
torted.. “I don’t know what on earth
to say.”
And, thus forced into the breach,
Mrs. Piper unwillingly advanced to-
ward a tall, preternaturally slender
young man who wascoming hesitating-
ly up the garden path with a bag
in one hand and a shabby valise in
the other. He paused, and set down
the shabby valise, that he might the
more conveniently raise a still shabbier
hat from his perspiring brow, us he
saw the two women,
“He has nice eyes in spite of that
colored hair of his,” thought Polly.
“I'm glad I'm not mother!”
“Is this Mr. Paracelsus Piper's resi
dence ?”’ asked the young man diffi-
dently.
“Yes it is,” answered the lady of the
{spectacle and a pepper ands. Lanit.
house. ‘But there's been a mistake.
Beadicea bidding verseif “followme!”
he bas.et of clothes io iis
fale and led the way back to tae house, !
where Mis, Piper was even then beat
ing egos for the peach shory cake by
ae kiiclien lable,
“Mothe.,” said she. “I’ve brought
the schoolmaster back. Don’t be vex-
ed; but he was so t'red ard hungry,
poor fellow! I'll fix up ihe kiichen
bedroom for him, and it will take only
a few minutes to cook a bit of beef
steak and make a cup of coffee.”
“Polly,” cried the despairing matron,
“T think you must be crazy I”?
“Madam,” said the bewildered stranz-
el, “I do not desire to in.rade, if—7"
“It's all right, mother,” said Polly,
flying around, pouring out a bowl of
rich milk, in.o whicn she heaped a
liberal portion of sliced peaches which
Lad been inteaded for the short cake,
and urging her com»any tc ‘eat that
to bean with!" waile she measured
out some coflee and put a juicy slab of
steak on the gridiron over a bed of
white hot coals.
At that moment there came a (usi-
lade of knocks at the hall portals be-
yond.
“1t’s your cousin, Poliy I" criad Mus.
Piper, hastenirg to open ‘he door.
1.3 {
oly ae.
It was a stont. hick set man, in blue
i
“Cousin Albert 277 smiled Mrs. Piper,
holding out both hands in osteatatious |
welcome.
“Malam 270 eaid the
cantly.
“Ile must be a litile deaf,” thought
Mrs. Piper, as she raised ber voice ac-
cordingly.
“Lal ain’t my name, ma'am,” said
the stout man with blue glasses, “and
I ain't hard o’ hearin’ neither. I'm
Joseph Parks, billed to commence
teachin’ the district school to-morrow
morning, and the trustees nN
“My goodness me !"' exclaimed Mrs.
Piper, “if you're ihe school teacher,
who's this young man? 1 knew how
it would be, Polly. He's a tramp—an
impostor! Blow the horn for the farm
bands; loose the dog!”
The young man—who had just dis-
posed of the last luscious spoonful of
peaches and cream—-here rose to his
full height.
“Up to this time,” said he, “no one
asked me for my name or credentials.
Everything appears to have been taken
for granted; but if any one is doubtful
of my identity, I shall be pleased to
settle the maiter. Tam Albert Haven,
from New York, and I presume I have
the pleasure of speaking to my cousins,
Miss and Mrs. Paracelcus Riper?” :
“Albert Haven!” cried Mrs. Piper.
“Why, Albert Haven is 60! Miss
Viola Barlett 3?
“You are probably thinking of my
uncle, who died last month,” said the
stranger. “Miss Viola Barlett, I know,
was an old sweetheart of his. And I,
as his heir and representative, have de-
cided to earry out the plans he had
made for visiting his relations in this
neighborhood.”
stranger, va-
{the cholera mowed
“Well,” cried Polly, with eyes that
showed like hazel diamonds, as she
poured out two cups of fragrant coffee,
“if you have cheated the schoolmaster
out of his welcome, Cousin Albert, you
must be content to share your dinner
with him; for I won’t have any one
else turned out of doors to-day, no mat-
ter what happens.”
«My dear little Cousin Polly!” cried’
Mr. Haven, “you are the very soul of
hospitality. Depend upon it, I never,
shall forget this bowl of peaches and
cream.”
The schoolmaster unpacked hisclean
collars and text books ‘in the kitchen
bedroom. Mr. Albert Haven helped
Polly start a box ot geranium slips in
the garden. Out by the chattering lit-
tle brooklet old Gloriana muttered to
herself as she hung snowy pocket hand-
kerchiefs and napkins galore to dry;
and Mrs. Piper, as she took the hot
peach short cake and pans of tea bis-
cuit out of the oven, thought with a
thrill of triumph :
“Polly was wiser than I was, aiter
all. And Ido believe things are going
to happen just as I wanted them to.”
ECTS
One Vict'm a Year.
The Grim Story of the Bridgeport Sui-
cide Club.
One evening, six years ago last spring,
there sat around a large table in the
barroom of John Kinzle’s saloon at
Bridgepcrt, Conn., a half dozen men, five
of whom were Germans and one Ameri-
cun born. Glasses of beer from which
the froth was slowly vanishing stood be-
fore them untasted. The companions
were not talking, save 1n a jerky, desul-
tory sort of fashion, but_they smoked in
a grim, persistent way that told of medi-
tation. The night was warm and the
door stood ajar. Outside the rain pour-
ed down incessantly, ever and anon the
thunder growled like a wild beast hun-
gry for its prey, and the lightning flash-
ed i's darts of flame across the inky sky.
An occasional gust of wind rolled in,
whereat the gas would flareand the evrl-
ing tobacco smoke assume fancastic
shapes. A blast of extra force ronsed
one of the number from his introspective
gaze.
«Dreadful weather,” he mutteicd,
seizing his glass and draining ifs con-
tents. “It gives me the horrors al-
most.”
The others frllowed his example and
emptied their wis.
Kinzle arose with the remark : “Weil
now vou musi (ake a round with me”
HN, sir 3s om me owl
have, boys?”
The voice wa: that of a new colner,
who had that instant entered the door.
His face wore the bright, audacious, ag-
what'll vou
gressive look of the man of ‘he world, |
and it also bore the stamp of youtl and
health and hope. Each one’s cour:ien-
ance brightenid at his gree'ing, and
hands were outstretched in welcome.
He took a seat at the table and quaficd
his beer with the eagerness of thirst.
Then he glanced about and queried :
«What's the matter with you fellows?
Wher IT came in you all looked #8 if you
were ready 1 kill yoniselves.”
wf feel bac it £4 aney’? remarked Wil-
liam Meckel, a sign painte:; “what's the
use of living, anyhow ?”
“Well, “gayly resvounded
arcival, “news iy pre; dull now,
wan something to write vargiaph
from. Let's form a suicide club dnd stars
tle the towna bit.”
Here. indeed, was an idea to drive
away ¢muiand gloom. All acquiesced
and the proposer of the scheme, George
Leavenworth, city editor of The Bridge-
port Farmer, drew paper and pencil
{rom his pocket and drafted a constitu-
tion and oath of initiation. By, the pro-
visions of the former document any one
weary of life was declared eligible. The
3
ue
club was to meet monthly, “or oftener,”
in Kinzle's saloon, and on each anniver-
sary of its birth the members were to
shake “noker dice.” The one making
the smallest cast wes bound by the vow
to which he subscribed to kill himself
within the ensuing twelvemonth. Those
who affised their names to the grae-
some document were Max Heisterha-
gen, William Meckel; John Kinzle,
Wendell Baum,. Carl Roberts, Max
Plalzenheim and George Leavenworth.
“Now, gentlemen,” cried the last
named, meriily, ‘schooners around in
which to drink a short life and a happy
exitto the members of the Bridgeport
Suicide C1 bh, and while John draws (he
beer I'll sive you a veie or two suitavle
tothe eyent. Silencesil.’” .
And he began that famous, song writ-
ten by an Enelish officer in India when
down men nope
swiftly than the batrle’s bulles:
We nicet "neath the soundi
Aad che walls aroand are
As they acho oar pealsiof lnnghtor,
It seems that the.dead are iors
Theo stand hy your = asses steady,
This is a world of fies
Here's a health ic the dead a’ cudy,
Hurrah for the next that d'es.
The group seemed imbued with a cor-
tain hysterical mirth; a strange cl-
lessness tock possession of all presen
“Bring the dice,” shouted some one.
«We'll shake now ; we won't wait a
yesr. Hurrah for the next that dies.”
The ivory cubes were } "oduced. Each
man had three throws in which to secure
a3 high a hand as possible. | Remarkable
to state—I have the story from an'eve-
witness—all secured four of a kind ; but
Heisterhagen and Kinzle, the lowest
two, tied on trays and had .o shake a
second time. The latter threw three
fours and a pair of deuces. The former
got two sixes, two fives and a four. His
cast was lower than any of the others;
he had drawn death in the lottery of the
dice, and by the terms of the compact he
was bound to kill himself within the
year. :
Put it was all a joke, a ghastly sort of
amusement intended to while away the
hours, and in consonance with the thun-
der, the lightring and the styrm. As
the companions prepared tose:k their
homes they chuckled over the jolly ev-
ening they had spent together, and con-
gratulated Leavenworth on his novel
scheme for dispelling the “blue devils”
that had enveloped them prior to his ap-
pearance,
«Don’t forget to kill yourself,” they
cried after Heisterhagen as he said good
night, and plowed his way down a side
thoroughfare through the darkness.
That was the last ever seen of Max
Heisterhagen alive. He went to his sc-
loon on Gold street, unlocked the door,
lit the ga:, wrote a note, took a pistcl
from a drawer back of the bar and blew
out his brains. The note was addressed
to “my respected friends and fellow
members of the suicide club,” and the
message was simply this : “I have kept
my oath. I warn you to keep yours.”
They did. ;
honors, The brass band of which he
had been a member played at his funer-
al, and the men who sat with him that
‘tempestuous evening in Kinzle’s saloon
contributed a magnificent floral offering
which was to be the first of many of its
kind. The twelvemonth passed, and
the suicide was. almost forgotten. The
members of the “club” had not sought
with much enthusiasm to cultivate each
other’s acquaintance, but on the anni-
versary they all chanced to meet at
Kinzle’s saloon There had been no
prearcangement. What did it mean ?
«tis fate,” said Roberts. ‘Let us
throw the dice.”
They did so, and William Meckel
lost. Then they drank deeply. The
spell of that former meeting seemed to be
upon them. A hideous mirth unchain-
ed each one’s tongue and impelled him
chant the charms of the grave and the
weariness of life.” A chair was set at
the able for Heisterhagen. They shout-
ed for hig ghost to join them, and placed
a glass of liquor in front of ‘he empty
seat. They asked friends who dropped
in to become members of the club, and
Jomneed several additions to their num-
er.
Four months afterward William
Meckel cut his throat and Carl Roberts
went mad. Thedead man was given an
expensive funeral, and the one dead in
life was taken to the Middletown Asy-
lum for the Insane.
The pen almost wearies of setting
down the details. Let me summarize
in brief the ehronicle of hcrrors from
the inception of this league until the
present time, giving in order the names
of the victims'of self slaughter.
1. Max Heisterhagen, saloon keeper,
shot himself.
2. William Meckel.
his throat.
3. John Kinzle, saloon keeper, shot
bimself.
4. George Leavenworin, newspaper
man, took laudanum.
sign painter, cut
Haven hotel, cut his throat in New
York city.
6. William
cut his throat.
Tho last named can hardly be classed
as an aclual associate of the cinb, as at
the time of his suicids ne aad not been
Mayle, letter . carrier,
elected to menbership and had sigued
[ nwither the constitution nor the cath.
But he wasgiven a funeral as complete
in ali 1fs appointments as were these of
his predecessors, His wife i> now a Iu-
natie.
Two members still live besides the man
in the madhouse. With one of them,
the president, I talked at length the oth-
er evening. He wonld neither affirm
nor deny the report that he was in end
ing to join his friends in the rysterious
land beyond the grave. “All L will
say,” he remarked, “is that a mun has «
right to his own existence. It he tires
of life, it is his prerogative to east if
aside a+ he would wn oid coat. If i
choose to comuait suicide: 16, 1s nobody's
— busincsss but my own.’
A pecut ar mic ala h
pervaue 1 ~
i
ter, of repeat tlreiias. sc! Woof
president's remarks Lo Sv In,
a well known photographer of .hat city,
and he commoanted :
“WM. —— is correct. If lie chooses to
take his own life its nobody’s ——busi-
ness, as he says.”
_ Itis proper to add that Mr. Weber,
the present proprietor of the saloon for-
merly kept by Kinzie, never had any-
thing to do with thesuicide club.
Preparing for Bed.
The Elaborate Preparations of the
Modern Girl Before Retiring.
To the untutored mind bed is not a
thing to be dreaded. It suggests a
warm and genial Winter resort, a place
of relaxation and freedom from con-
ventional: forms. But the conscien-
tious modern girl makes as elaborate
preparation fcr it as though she was to be
in the court of Queen Victoria.
slept with a specimen ofthe tribe
lately. We were to be rrom-mates at
boarding sebiocl bur the'modern im
povemen’ mani Lad claimed Ler for
its own, aud no recy: mate conld siund
that.
Jhst nt in old Hines Tes it out of ny
clothing and inté hy ni obisown in les
| time than Nt 1 could He nimble,
bn quick, =i at me as
ae pdnnt ot ] lin of blues
Bost fechbdookial
beauty el an ex-
cla nal’ { Ve
“fg ow mouse 2 Ting hired.
“Nu,” she replied in tones of deep
distress, “it’s a bit of dandruftjust above
my lett ear. That is what comes of
neglecting one’self. I generally brush
my hair for half an hour every night and
morning, and last night I only brushed
it twenty minutes.”
She took off her basque and donning
a white dressing jacket, she applied a
stiff bair brush to every square imch of
her head until the hair rose up like
quills upon a fretful porcupine. Then
she twisted it up into a loose fluffy knot
and went to take a hot bath. After IT
had given herup fordrowned she return-
ed in a flannel wrapper, sat down and
searched her feet diligently for corns,
ictal ie Loe roi
Gacy e Lid
again. Then her attention was
centrated upon her ros; incor tips, and
the contents of a manicure case were
brought into requisition. Next she sat
polishing it aficrward with Lhe corner of
a soft towel dipped into a mixture of
brandy and cologne. She then brushed
her eyebrows and practiced various be-
coming expressions and attitudes before
the glass.
| The roosters in a neighboring lot be-
| gan to crow, and I, thoough 1 am un-
usd to night watching, determined to
keep it up a while longer. Now stand-
ing pertectly straight she les her head
fall slowly backward on her spinal col-
Heisterhagen was buried with all the
5. Wendeli Baum, proprietcr New’
haven of repose, rest ‘for the weary, a |
Nort American £74 ¥ burrowed
with my head a pillows, and
politely remarked 3 up 1" She |
tarned and looked inhe mireor a long,
look. i lo 'k of youth and self conciogs |
but finding none, put on he: slippers
CON=
down before a mirror and squeezed out
a couple of black specks in her chin,
umn, then on each shoulder in turn,
then in front, and repeated the in-
teresting process a dozen of times, Then
opening the window she breathed deeply
fifteen times, Pesnding upon her chest
the while, and afterward worked her
arms forward and back, up and round,
till she looked like three or four wind-
mills engaged in a fight. Warming up
to her work she hopped twenty times on
the toes of one foot and thesame on the
other. As this did not seem to give her
relief she began to kick, first slowly,
then like a steer. She kicked outward
and upward, back and sideways, and
tried to kick a spot on the wall as high
as her head. Then she sat down to get
her breath, and to commit to memory a
chapter or two in a new work on calis-
thenies.
The roosters were riotous now, an
the eastern sky began to pale. She re-
turned to the pier glass and began to
smooth her face with both bands from
brow to chin in order to ward off wrink-
les. “My gracious I’ TI thought, “has
i she gone to that glass again? Then I
may as well giveup.” I fell asleep,
and dreamed that I bad been lying in
my tomb several hundred centuries, and
that at last an angel, taking pity on me,
came and raised the stone of my
sepulchre. I opened my eyes and beheld
the white-robed being busily engaged in
rubbing some preparation on her tired
muscles to make them suple ard elastic
It was a disenchanting vision. Finally
she washed her hands, turned out the
light and crept into bed. “I hove you
havn’t forgotten anything,” I said grim-
I ly. “Dear me," she murmured sleepily,
“I did forget to say my prayers.” —N. ¥
Press.
RET ———————
The Dog Beirayed Him.
JEerrFErRsoNvILLE, Ind., April 29.—
Seven years ago Omri Thompson and
Ovid White followed Jacob Johnson
home from the Salem (Ind.) fair, killed
and robbed him, Both fled to Mexico,
| but later returned to Kansas. Thompson
i was arrested at Wyandotte, returned to
Salem, was tried and sentenced to the
penitentiary for life. White, who was
apprehended in Doniphan county and
escaped by killing the sheriff, was be-
lieved to be dead. Sunday his arrest at
Mineola was announced. Omri Thomp-
son attempted to escape. Tools and
moaey were smuggled to himin hollow-
ed apples, and by sawing through two
floors he made his escape, but missed
his friends who had a change of cloth-
ing for bim. Hiding under a barn, a
dog betrayed his whereabouts. A most
exciting chase over precipitous knobs
followed. Volleys were fired atter him,
but be was unburt, and only captured
when falling,after a six hours’ run, near-
ly lifeless from exhaustion. Thompson
claims to be innocent, and says White
compelled him to azeompany him.
he Insolence of Tramps.
Dating a Farmer and His Son for Re-
jusing to Cook Brealfastfor Light.
(CHAMBERSBURG, April 25 —A gang
of eight tramps went to the house of
Samuel Lebman, a farmer living one
mlenorth of here and ordered a break-
"fut for the party,” The men had slept
nthe t wil night. ! Upon the refusal
Lob be women 6 cook fa meal for them
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ov beat Lehman and his son severely
| and terrorized the whole neighborhood.
They then passed through town and
broke open two farm-houses south ' of
town.
The farmers in the vicinity sent to
town for assistance, and a party com-
posed of several officers and a half dozen
farmers started in pursuit. They came
up with the gang near Marion. The
tramps showed fight and a Constable
shot one of them through the leg.
Three of them were finally captured,
and placed in jail here last night. The
action of the tramps caused great excite-
ment among the farmers, and threats of
lynching were freely made.
CTT ACTER ETE
The Tramp Nuisance.
Judge Stewart, of Franklin county,
on Monday delivered a long address to
the grand jury upon the tramp question,
which has grown to be such an expensive
nuisance, the tramp bill of the county
in the last eighteen vears having beer
over $125,000. The judge said that the
vagrancy law of 1876 intended that the
penalty for vagrancy should be labor,
not confinement, and that the cu:tom
followed there of keeping the tramps in
jail in comfort and idleness during the,
winter and then allowing them
{to prey upon the furpers jin the
| summed, was = violation of the law and
1uust he stopred. Ty was the ‘duty of
Lhe ’ £ tue county to provide
World [uf cams, and nealect to do so
wis 4 iiademeanor. Ie reccommended
| that tev be put to work quur:ying stone
on ihe alms-house farm. The ‘grand
[jor was nsaucted to make a full in-
voore dion of tie matter and report
som: pan 0 rid tbe county of the
(team. The judge said he felt sure the
tramps would disappear as soon as they
| were put to work,
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| Something Rotten in the System.
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Clearfield Public Spirit.
There is certainly something rotten in
' the pension business of this country.
! Some soldiers, who never saw a battle,
can get from fifteen to thirty dollars a
month pension, and have no trouble
whatever, while others who were out for
three and four years, and were in many
hot and bloody fights, never succeed in
getting their names on the roll. We
have a man in Clearfield who served
over # year in the Mexican war, and
when the late war broke out was one of
the first to enlist in the 90 day service.
| ‘When the time for which he enlisted was
up he re-enlisted for three years and at
the end of that time again enlisted and
| was in the service when the war closed.
This man is now over seventy years of
age and is dependent upon the bounty
of the public. He was not a hospital
bummer or a camp follower, but he was
a brave soldier, and served his country
well. His only fault was that he did
not have a hospital record and always
voted the Democratic ticket.
EH i‘
——At a fireman's dinner in New
York the following toast was given:
«Ladies—their eyes kindle the flame
against which there is no insurance.”
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All Sorts of Paragraphs.
—Prince Bismarck is worth $10,000,-
000.
—The yearly doctors’ bill of Queen
Victoria is $4,000.
—General Butler is believed to be
worth $6,000,000.
—DMetal ties for railroads are proving
very satisfactory.
—There are more than 50,000 women
clerks in London.
—A petrified deer horn has been found
near Sylvania, Ga.
—Emin Pasha now speaks twenty-
seven different languages and dialects.
—A factory for condensing milk and
one bas been built at Buena Park,
al.
—A Wisconsin woman left her hair in
Germany, sent for it and had to pay du-
ty on it.
—TFemale lobbyists are recognized fac-
tors of legislation in England and com-
mand high pay.
—“A title of most ancient and hon-
orable description” is advertised for sale
in English papers.
—-Ludington, Mich., hastened the ad-
journment of a mob the other night by
turning a hose on it.
—The Presbytery for Oregon has de-
cided that all candidates for license must
quit the use of tobacco.
—A Georgia lawyer who charged $500
for drawing a will has had his bill cut
down to $150 by the court.
—A wedding had tobe postpon-d at
Albany the other night because some
cne had carried off the gas meter.
—The Italian Government has under-
taken to stop the manufacture of bologna
sausage of horse meat.
—A man named Schmittschmitt was
chosen town clerk ‘in the South Town
district of Chicago the other day.
—So the Fair is not to come off until
1893 | Perhaps it is just as well. We
may have tair weather by that time,
—A woman was restored to her moth-
er in Northumberland, Pa., after having
been stolen from her parent forty years
reunion.
—ZEighteen persons out ot every thou-
sand die each year in this country. In
England the average is 20.5in Germany
26.1.
—A farmer whose property was swept
by a recent tornado says that every-
thing was blown off the farm except the
mortgage,
—DPhiladelphia ladies will endeavor to
solve the servant-girl question by estab-
lishing a training-school for domestic
servants.
—A= English baroness has established
a home for ca =, where disabled and de-
crepit felines are carcd for by her kind
purrmission.
—M. Tisza, the Hungarian ex-pre-
mier, is said to have smoked more cigars
than any other marin Europe. He
smokes incessantly.
—There is a family in France named
B, one in Beleinm named O, a river in
Holland called (ie XY, and a village in
Sweden named A.
--Emin didn’t le much by being
reccued peninst his will atop atl, le is
to seerive asalary of B00.000 year for
hi~ + vice in Africa.
It is edt mated that Great: Britain's
30,009,050 1opulation daily consume
5,643,961 »i'ls, or what w uid weigh in
in year’s t'me 178 tons.
—1TIt i= not zenerally kaown that Dr.
Mary Walk.r has be_ome a ciipple for
life.” On Decoration .day, last, she fell
and broke her right hips
—A clergyman named Fiddle refused
to accept the title of D. D. because, as
he said, he ‘didn’t want to be called the
Rev. Ichabod Fiddle, D. D.”
—The fund for the proposed Grady
Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, G.i., now
amounts to about $50,000. It is said
that $30,000 more is needed to cairy out
the project.
— Andrew Carnegie has in contempla-
tion the founding at Pittsburg, in addi-
tion to his library, of a great school or
institute for instruction in the ar'< and
sciences.
—A young man advertises for a place
s< salesman, and he has had a good deal
of experience, having been discharged
from seven different wholesale Louses
within a year. .~
—Cupid never cares aaything about
State lines. Miss Winnie Davis, the
“Panchter of the Confederacy.’ is said
0 be engage d to Mr. Alfred Wilkinson,
of Syrasuze, N.Y.
—The other day le wife! inf a special
officer at Chester, Pa., slapped him in
the face. Taking advantage of his offi-
cial prerogative, he at once arrested her
and conveyed her wo the lock-up.
— Baron Hi: :ch, the wealthy German
Hebrew, is said to bave promised to con-
tribute $10,000 a month for the better-
ment of the condition of the Russian
Jews who have immigrated to this coun-
try.
—A pair of bantam chickens were sold
at the London Crystal Palace for $500,
which was almost exactly twice their
weight in gold. This is believed to be
the highest price ever paid for a single
pair of fowls.
«In order to obtain small, delicate
hands, when in repose let them dangle
at your side,” says Miss Jenness.
«Holding one’s hands up makes the
veins swell and induces a large, course
development.
—A wan named Catoni, a giant above
seven feet high and proportionately
stout, with an enormous head, has just
died in Italy. Before his death he sold
his skeleton to the Anatomical Museum
at Rome for $2,000.
—The largest saw mill in the world is
located at Clinton, Ta. It cost $2,600,000
and is capable of sawing 450,000 feet of
lumber in eight hours. It has seven
band and three gang saws and two bat-
teries of ten boilers each.
—A new and sure cure for stammer-
ing is said to be this: Let the stammer-
er not speak a word for ten days. Then
let him resume speech, but only in a
whisper, for ten days more, at the end
of which time he will be cured—if the
remedy works.