Bellefonte, Pa., January 9, 183.
THE THREE SHOPPERS.
Three women went traveling into the town,
Into Boston town inthe early morn,
Each thought of the list of her presents set
down,
And wished it was not solong. :
For men must work and women must spend,
And it really seems that there is no end
To this lovely Christmas shopping.
Three women went traveling into the stores,
Into the stores so crowded and gay. ] 3
Each thought of her money and wished it
were more, -
And kept on wishing the livelong day.
For men must work and women must shop,
Whether the purses are fall or not,
To fll up the Christmas stockings.
Threee women went searching everywhere,
Everywhere all over the town.
Each thought she had got a bargain rare,
And cheerfully paid her money down.
For men must work and women must trade,
And somehow or other the bills are paid
For this lovely Christmas shopping !
hr ee women went traveling home at night,
Home at night in the twilight gray.
Each hoped she had got the presents right
ms would make glad hearts on Christmas
ay,
For oo must work and women must plan
To do the very best they can
For this lovely Christmas shopping.
Three women laid down to their rest at night,
To their rest at night all tired and wan.
Each thoaght of the children’s faces bright
That will early greet the Christmas dawn.
For men must work and women must give
Love and strength so long as they live
To this lovely Christmas shopping. :
Boston Transcript.
RASC Inne
DER ALTE CHAPERON.
They all thought he was a fool ; but
hen they often make mistakes like
that. Kangaroos can’t jump like wo-
men when the women are jumping at
conclusions. You see, the trouble was
that Collis Beattie—Collie they called
him when they wanted to be funny—
did not have much to say. He used
to lie about the hotel veranda in a big
steamer chair and read novels. He
wore a yachting suit and cap and ‘a
silk shirt. He did not look a bit salt,
because the skin of his face was as
white and smooth as a baby’s. So
they laughed at him for wearing a
yachting suit. All the other fellows
wore them, because it was a yachting
port upon the sound, and pretty much
every one went in for sailing, which
was about all there was to do at the
place. Collie went sailing once or
twice when some generous fellow took
pity on him and invited him. Then
the women laughed at him more, and
in strange German called him Der Alte
Chaperon—the Old Chaperon—because |.
he always went down into the cabin,
stretched himself on a locker and fell
asleep. They said he was afraid the
spray would spoil his complexion.
Collie didn’t seem to know that he
was being laughed at. If he did know
it he did not mind it. He never said
anything, but went on reading novels.
German novels, too; and he read them
in the original. It was most exaspera-
ting. What business had a man at a
gay, active summer resort to wear nau-
tical toggery, have a skin likea queen’s
and read German novels? Once some
one said to him:
“Come and playa game of billiards.”
“Thank you,” he replied, “it’s a lit.
tle to much for me you know.”
He certainly was a fool—and a lazy
one, too. They tried him on several
things, but he lay in the steamer chair
and read German. And there were at
least six beatiful girls in the hotel.
And every one of them had been piqu-
ed into trying to interest him. Bat he
just staid in the steamer chair and read
German, or went to sleep in the cabin
of the yacht.
He didn’t get seasick. They remem-
bered that after he was gone, as one of
his good qualities. They had him out
one day when it blew fresh and there
was a lively sea on, but he went to
sleep like a rocked infant. He certain-
ly was the most torpid man that ever
lived.
“Never mind,” said Mrs. Bisbee one
morning, “Miss Silvers is coming here
next week. Perhaps she'll wake him
u ,7?
Dos don’t mean Mattie Silvers, do
you?’ exclaimed Gertie Greer.
¢'¥Ves, 1 do.”
“Oh, dear I”
And Gertie’s mouth went down at
the corners.
“What's the mattter with Mattie Sil-
vers?” inquired Ethel Brisket.
“Oh, nothing.” answered Gertie, de-
jectedly ; “only I was at a place where
she was once.”
“Well, what of it?’ demanded Sybil
Fane, that tall, white girl, you remem-
er.
“Well,” sighed Gertie, “every man
in the house dropped right down at her
feet.”
“0h, my! is she so very wonde ful?”
sked Ethel.
“Oh, nothing much,” replied Gertie;
j ust the most beautiful woman I ever
8aw, and with two little millions in her
own right.”
There was a painful silence and all
the young women looked glum. Ger-
tie was not a girl to be sneezed at and
she used her mirror, Her dejection
was ominous. The girls gazed anxi-
ously at Mrs. Bisbee.
“IL don’t want to be disagreeable,”
she said smoothly, “but I'm afraid it's
true.”
“What's her style?” asked Sybil.
“Brown,” replied Mrs. Bisbee, sen-
tentiously.
“Brown?”
“Yes; burnt sienna. Burnt sienna
hair and eyes, dusky pink cheeks,
dusky crimson lips, silk plush complex-
ion—all cream and coax—and two
millions from her uncle,” said Harold
Beaver, who had just come up.
There was a general biting of lips.
“Haven't seen her for three years,”
he continued, “and’’——
“Ah! Perhaps she has faded!” ex-
claimed Ethel.
“The dusky browns don’t fade
much,” said Harold.
“No,” said Mrs. Bisbee. “I saw
her in a box at the Metropolitan last
winter, and she was radiant.”
“Why, she doesn’t belong in New
York,” Sybil said.
“No, Baltimore,” responded Harold.
“I don’t see what she wants to come
away up here for,” grambled Ethel
spitefully. “What's the matter with
Chesapeake bay ?"
“Well, she's coming next week,”
said Mrs. Bisbee, moving away with
Harold. “I had a letter from her
mother to-day.”
“I hope she'll like him,” said Ethel,
looking scornfuily at Collie in his
steamer chair,
“That will not do any good,” an-
swered Gertie ; “the other men will all
like her.”
“Of course,” said Sybil; “we're not
worth two millious, any of us.”
“And we're not dusky browns,”
snapped Ethel, caressing a stray raven
lock; “‘all cream and coax,” Humph!”
“Bat she's a lovely girl,” sighed
Gertie; “or she was two years ago. I
haven’t met her gince then. I was at
Cape May. You can’t help liking
her.”
“Oh, yes, I can, and I will,” decid-
ed Ethel as they rose to go down to the
water.
The day before this paragon of heir-
esses was expected Phil Partridge in-
vited all hands to go sailing on his
sloop. And then he got a telegram
which compelled him to go to the city.
But he insisted on their going sailing
just the same: His sailing master
would take them, and they could in-
vite Der Alte Chaperon to go along as
his substitute. That made them laugh.
But they got Collie out of his steamer
chair and took him along just the
same. Of course, he went right down
into the cabin and prepared to go to
#leep.
“Bless my soul!” exclaimed Mrs.
Bisbee, “that’s a little too bad. The
only man in the party. I wouldn't
stand it, girls.”
“Man!” exclaimed Ethel. “Call
that pudding faced gelatine a man!
Lord forgive us.”
“Oh, I say, Ethel,” remonstrated
Gertie, “you ought not to talk like
that.”
“Don’t say ‘ought’ to me.
of doing what I ought to do.”
Ethel was 26 and her skin was grow-
ing yellow under her eyes.
“Go down into the cabin and keep
Der Alte Chaperon awake,” suggested
Sybil.
“Do it yourself.”
“Not such a bad idea,” said Sybil,
slipping down the companionway.
Collie Beattie was not asleep yet.
He sat up and stared as the tall, white
girl came below.
“Awtfully good of you, you know,’
he murmured.
“Oh, it’s not so very good; but what
do you mean ?”’
“I mean your coming down here to
keep me awake.”
Sybil turned just a trifle pink under
the ears. Had he been listening to
their conversation on deck? It must
have edified him, she thought.
“I came down to keep myself awake,
she said hastily, and then added, in-
consistently. “Why don’t you go on
deck and enjoy the breeze ?”
“Because I can’t enjoy the breeze,”
he answered.
“It’s too strong for you, I suppose,”
said Sybil, with a touch of scorn.
“Yes, much too strong.”
“Makes you chilly.”
“Yes, makes me chilly.”
“Might spoil your complexion.”
“My what?”
“Your complexion.”
“Didn’t know I had any.”
“You're as white and pink as a
baby.”
“That's true, brt I don’t think that’s
much of a compleaion for a man, you
know.”
“Neitherdo I. Tshould think you'd
get a little sunburn on you just from
shame.”
Collie laughed. He seemed to be
immensely amused. He had a funny
way of being amused at things that
didn’t amuse other people, It was
jolly for him, but it made the other
people angry.
“If you’re going to laugh at my con-
versation I'm going back to the—the
girls,” exclaimed Sybil, springing up
the steps. 5
Collie laughed some more. Then he
stretched himself on the cabin locker
and laughed again. Next he closed
his eyes and smiled. A minute later
he was sound asleep. All the women
came down and looked at him half an
hour later. He didn’t seem much to
look at. He had deep lines under his
eyes when he slept, and a worn ap-
pearance. Yet they all looked at him
and despised him.” He just slept on
and didn’t mind it.
“Valuable person to have on a
yachting excursion, isn’t he?” whisper-
ed Lthet, with a genuine growl in her
pretty voice. “If T had a thing like
that for a husband I'd—but I'd never
have one.”
“Let's go on deck. I do belieye it's
fallen dead calm,” said Mrs. Bisbee.
So it had, The Clover's mast was
plumb perpendicular. So were her
main-sail and her jib, The water
looked like molasses. And it was
seething hot. The skipper said there
was going to be a squall, and sent the
one sailor, a boy, aloft to furl the top-
sail. The skipper was right. There
was going to be a squall. Big blue
black clouds were piling up in the
northwest. Lightning played around
their lower edges. The skipper said it
would not be a bad squall: The Clov-
er would stand it under jib and main
sail. It came along in a few minutes.
You could see it strike the water over
near the Connecticut shore. It made
the surface six shades darker. The
girls had their rubber goods on, but
the skipper said it would not rain.
However, they had heard skippers gay
that before. The squall came bound:
ing over the sound. .
Then, they never knew how it hap-
pened, but the boom gave a terrific
Jump right across the yacht. It hit
the skipper on the head and knocked
him senseless. The next moment he
was halfway over the lee rail with
I'm tired
. seven;shrieking women pulling at him. '
The yacht was pretty nearly on her
beam ends and the sailor boy was par-
alyzed.
Then Collie Beattie walked up out
of the cabin rubbing his eyes.
“Did some one scream?’ he asked.
“Oh, look at that useless thing!”
cried Ethel, tugging at the leg of the
skipper’s trousers.
Whereupon Collie woke up.
many flies and pulled the skipper into
the cockpit. Then he let go the jib
sheet, and the yacht righted partly.
“Here, my lad,” he called to the
boy, “take the wheel.” The boy obey-
ed, and Collie pulled off his coat.
There was a red spot in each of his
cheeks.
“What's he going todo?” inquired
Gertie, awestruck.
“Lord knows I'm glad to see him do
anything,” said Ethel.
“Hard down upon your helm!” ex-
claimed Der Alte Chaperon. ‘Mrs.
Bisbee, you and Miss Sybil please hold
the wheel there a minute. Now, lad,
main sheet; in with it!’ .
Collie and the boy got the main
boom trimmed flat as the yacht came
up into the wind. The jib flapped
madly.
‘Right your helm I" cried Collie.
The boy obeyed the order.
‘Keep your head to it,” was his next
order.
Then Collie sprang forward and
slacked the jib halyards, unbent the
sheet, slid out on the bowsprit, which
was plunging into the young seas like
a crazy porpoise, reefed the jib, came
back, bent on the sheet and hoisted
away again, while the women huddled
in the cockpit hike petrified mummies.
“Now let her blow,’ said Collie as he
went aft, put on his coat and took the
wheel.
‘Get the captain below,’ said he to
the boy, ‘and give him a good horn of
brandy. He's coming to.’
The boy dragged the skipper down-
stairs, the women all following in
silence to see if they could do anything.
Sybil Vane asked the boy when they
were below whether he hadn’t better go
up and gail the yacht,
‘Guess not,’ said the boy, ‘That fel-
ler don’t need no help. 1 can see that
without a telerscup.’
The boy’s judgment appeared to be
right. It was blowing great guns. But
the Clover was riding like a canvas
back duck. Collie looked very com pos-
ed at the wheel. The girls stared up
the companionway at him. He seemed
to be enjoying it. The captain recover-
ed his senses presently and hurried on
deck,
“Go below and lie down, captain,”
said Collie ; “your head must be rat-
tling like a locker of shot in a gale.”
The captain looked sarprised.
“Who reefed the jib?" he asked.
“IL did,” said Collie, humoring her
neatly with the helm.
The captain watched him do it.
Then he went below and stretched
himselt on Collie’s favorite locker.
“That man’s the best amateur sailor
I ever saw,” he said.
The women looked atone another
and heaved long sighs of relief,
“That useless thing appears to be of
some gooa after all,” said Mrs. Bisbee
to Ethel.
“Hum 1” said Ethel.
Collie sailed the Clover back to her
anchorage off the hotel after thesquall.
They all went arhore and he immedi-
ately retired to bis room and was seen
no more until the next day. About
noon he was discovered in the steamer
chair with an unusually formidable
German novel. They surrounded him
and hegan to thank him for bringing
them in safely, He didn’t seem to pay
much attention to them. Just kept
listening for something down the road.
Presently the hotel stage came rattling
up from the station.
“Here she is,’ said Mrs. Bisbee,beck-
oning the girls.
their preserver to see the beautiful heir-
ess. She was beautiful. There was no
mistaking that. The girls groaned in-
wardly. She came airily up the steps,
her brown eyes aflame with expecta-
tion. She. caught sight of Der Alte
Chaperon lying in his steamer chair.
She ran right to him, threw both arms
about his neck and publicly kissed him
on the lips.
“Collie dear!" che said passionately.
“But, dear old fellow, you look real
done up, and I expected to find you so
much better.’
Beiter? He must have been sick,
then, when he came down.
“Well, sweetheart,’ he replied,
laughing, “I have been mending slowly
but surely till yesterday, when I had
to do a little work aboard a boat
and'——
“Aboard a boat! Now, dear, you
know the doctor said yon were not to
exert yourself, and when you sail a
boat you always'—
“But we got caught in a squall and
the captain—well, perhaps these young
ladies will explain. Let me introduce
you all to my fiancee.’
And then the whole crew of them
figuratively got right down on their
knees and worshipped Der Alte
Chaperon,
It isn’t much of a story, is it ? But
then it has a moral. Two, maybe. — W.
J. Henderson in New York.
All Through the State,
The Lackawanna Iron and Coal
Company of Scranton will after Jan-
uary 1st reduced wages about 20 cents a
day.
Reading’s School Board has voted
against free text books,
John B. Miller, of Columbia, fell
down-stairs with his grandchild in his
arms, and was fatally injured, but the
child escaped harm.
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Inthe Common Pleas of Hunting-
don county James A. Kohler,a salesman
forS. Kohler & Co., of Philadelphia,
has just recovered $500 damages from the
Pennsylvania Railroad for injuries re-
ceived at Juniata Bridge. He may ap-
peal to secure a larger sum, He sought
$10,000 damages.
He brushed the women aside like so:
And they all deserted:
A Delightful Series of Tours to Wash-
ington via Pennsylvania Railroad.
For several years pst the Pennsyl-
vania Railroad Company has run a se-
ries of exearsions to Washington, D. C., |
at a season when the National Capital
is in a whirl of pleasure and social activ-
ity, and these tours have met with
murked success. This year the com-
pany has just announced a series of
three ; to leave Pittsburg January 15th,
Febuary 5th, and March 5th,
Excursion tickets, good for ten days
from date of sale, admitting of a stop-
over in Baltimore in either direction
within the proper limit, will be sold
from Pittsburg at $9.00, and at corres-
pondingly low rates from other stations
in Western Pennsylvania. The tickets
will be good for use on any regular
train of the dates above named, except |
limited express trains; and in addition
to the regular service a special train of
parlor cars and day coaches will leave
Pittsburg at 8.00 A. M., and run
through to Washington, stopping at
principal stations. The return coupons
will be valid for passage on any regular
train within the return limit, except
the Pennsylvania Limited.
Washington is one of the most inter-
esting cities in the Union. Itis esteem-
ed by many the most beautiful city in
America, and the fact that it is the seat
of government and the location of the
handsomest public buildings in the
land makes it interesting to every cit-
izen.
Both branches of Congress will be in
dailysession, and in fact, every branch
of the public service may be seen in the
actual work of conducting the govern-
ment. The public buildings, embrac-
ihg the capital, White House, Treasury,
State, War, and Navy Departments,
the great Smithsonian Institution, the
National Museum, are open to the pub-
lic every day, and offer a field for inter-
est and study that cannot be excelled
anywhere. The great Washington
Monument, the highest memorial shaft
in the world, ic in itself worth a trip to
see.
The rates are unusually low, and the
limitation of the tickets ample for a
most pleasurable trip.
What It Is to Be a Child.
What is it to be a child ? Sometimes
1 think it is to be as intelligent as grown
people are, but to be at such a disadvan-
tage as an advanced inhabitant from
Mars would be should he visit our planet
—ignorant of our language, which he
begins rapidly to learn; ignorant of our
laws and customs, which he learns more
slowly, as they seem to him often quite
senseless and disconnected, ignorant of
the future and its possibilities; ignorant
even of his own powers in this strange
surrounding, and shut within the limit
of his vision and imagination, tor he has
no maps of the world beyond the place
where he finds himself. This it is to be a
child ; and besides this, it is to be a crea-
ture of infinite sensitivenessand suscepti-
bilty, to have affections of overpowering
fervor, and faith in those who are bis
rulers, as saints have faith in the Creator.
This it is to be a child ; and besides this,
to have a capacity for suffering that
those hardened with the world’s expe-
rience have often forgotten that they too
once possessed, and with this power of
suffering an incapacity for self-defence, a
helplessness that makes the thoughtful
earnestly remember the words of the
great Child-lover—Christ, “Whoso of-
fendeth one of these little ones, it were
better for him that a millstone were
tied about his neck and that he were
cast into the uttermost depths of the
sea.’
A Series of Winter Tours to Florida via
Pennsylvania Railroad,
Last year many people fled from the
intolerable humidity of the Northern
climate to that of the South, where uni-
formity of temperature and bright sun-
light together put a new phase on life.
This winter the Pennsylvania Railroad
Company, in pursuance of a policy in-
augurated several years ago, and with
many additional incidental improve-
ments, has arranged a series of five tours
to be run from New York to Jackson-
ville, us follows : January 20th, Febru-
ary 3d and 17th, March 3d and 17th.
Tourists will travel in Pullman Palace
Cars in charge ofa Tourist Agent and
Chaperon. A limit must necessarily be
made in order to allow each passenger a
double berth, and this limit has been
made one hundred and fifty.
The round trip rate, including Pull-
man accommodations and meals en route
in dining car attached to the train, is
$50.00 from New York, $48.00 from
Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washing-
ton. Tickets will be sold from all prin-
cipal stations on the Pennsylvania Rail-
road system to a connecting point with
the special. For detailed information
application should be made to ticket
offices.
ee ———
A Lake of Pitch.
“Near where we live,” said William
Greig, of Trinidad, West Indies, “is a
pitch lake. I'ts at La Brea, It covers
about ninety acres, and it 1s soft enough
to take the impression of your shoes as
you walk over it, bat take up a bit of it
and strike it sharp and it breaks off
with a conchoidal fracture likea lump
of anthracite. I don’t know where it
comes from, but I do know that it’s
most awfully hot there. The sun pelts
down like fun, and the black pitch ab-
sorbs all the heat. All down to the
coast and under the sea across in Vensu-
ela there is a streak of this same forma-
tion. The British government owns the
lake, and a monopoly pays a royalty of
not less than $20,000 a year.—-Chicago
Tribune.
EC ———
A Young Woman's Sad Death.
The engine drawing news train
Thursday of last week, struck a woman
who was crossing a bridge over a small
stream at Halifax, Dauphin county.
She was thrown into the stream below
and instantly killed Every particle of
hier clothing excepting her shoes and
stockings were torn from her body, and
yet she was not mangled in the least.
A young man, who was near by, gave
assistance to the train men in caring for
the body,and it was not until the men
were bearing the body away on a bgard
that he discovered that it was his own
sister,
KET
Stoning the Raisins.
He and shearesitting inthe window
seat in the study. Enter her mamma
with a pan full of raisins.
Her Mamma—If you young people
aren't doing anything, I’m going to
make you stone these. I’m making
mincemeat, and I’m just as busy as I
can be.
She—Why, of course mama.
just fun.
He—Delighted, Mrs Muzzerd | We'll
turn the whole job out in justabout
seventeen minutes and a half.
Her Mamma—I guess not—there’s
two pounds there. (Exit in the direc-
tion of the kitchen.)
He —Great scheme, isn’t it ?
you stone the things, anyhow ?
She—Why, you just squinch ’em up
like this—so !
He—I don’t seem to get the hang of
It'H be
How do
it.
She--Why, how clumsy | You don’t
hold them right.
H—How, so ?
She—No, so !
He—This way ?
She—No—why, how stupid you are !
(Sets his fingers right with her own
dainty hands.) There!
He—This is great fun.
draws her fingers abruptly.)
(She with-
He—Why does your mother make
her own mincemeat ? What's the mat-
ter with the cook ?
She—Nothing. But there are two
things that mamma says should never
be left to servants—mincemeat and
sweet pickles.
He—Oh !
She—It's a religious duty with her.
He-—T see.
She—Mamma’s from New England,
you know.
He—Oh! (After a pause.) If you had
a house would you make mincemeat ?
She—Oh ! I don’t know.
He—But would you? Just sup-
pose.
She—Oh, yes, I guees so.
He—Chop up tho stuff and stone the
raisins and all ?
She—Why, I suppose so.
adsurbd question !
He-—No, it isn’t.
She-~Yes, it is,
He—No it isn’t.
She—Ridiculous |
He—-Because, you know, if you want
to, you ean have the house, don’t you
know, and I'll help you stone the rai-
sins.
(One hour and a hal later.)
Her Mamma (from the kitchen)—
Come, you young tolks, are those raisins
stoned yet ? I'm waiting for them.
She—Oh, my heavens! Jack, how
many have we got stoned ? One, two,
three—gracious bless me, only four |
He—Who cares ? Isit June?
She—Let go of my hands—oh, do, do,
do ! What will mamma say ?
He—Well, tell me.
Her Mamma—Ag-ne—e—e—c—e-—s |
She--Let: go- -oh—yes—, June—
May—April—anything I In one min-
ute, mamma—we’re not quite through |
Oh, Jack, do hurry up and help me
stone these raisins.-Cealendar in Puck.
Saving Souls in Africa.
What an
They tell of a powerful Irishman, out
in Africa,who seized the wretched Arab
who was paddling him across a stream,
threw him overboard, and grabbing
him by the back of the neck as he rose
to the surface of the water hissed in his
ear : .
“Will you renounce the Prophet and
become a Christian 7”
“Allah torbid,” sputtered the Arab.
“Down you go, then,” said the Irish-
man, and he ducked th> Arab under
again. In about a minute he pulled him
up and shouted :
“Will you believe
God ?”
“No,” gasped the Arab feebly.
“Drown, then,” yelled the Irishman,
as he ducked the unfortunate Mussul-
Iran again.
For the third time he pulled the man
up and asked, “Will you believe ?”’
The Arab almost dead, was just able
to whisper “Yes.”
“Drown, then,” yelled the man, “be-
fore you lose your sowl by recanting 1”
and he put the wretch under once more
and beld him there till life was extinct.
—New York Tribune.
I —
A Disgusted Cayote.
in Christian's
Portland Oregonian.
The Eureka flat country abounds in
wild geese, and the hunters in that sec-
tion are having fine sport hunting
them.
The geese swarm in the stubble fields
to eat the scitered heads of wheat, and
the hunters dig pits, in these fields, and
lie in them, having first set out a num-
ber of tin or pastal card decoys to attract
the geese.
A hunter named Adkins, a day or
two since, while sitting in a pit near
Fairfield waiting for geese, saw a coyote
sneaking down on his decoys: The cun-
ning brate crept along on’ his belly for
about fifty feet and then made a spring
of about twenty feet, landing on top of
one of the tin decoys.
He was one of the most disgusted
looking coyotes ever seen in that section,
and Adkins felt so sorry for him that he
shot him, breaking two of his legs, and
then knocked him on the top of the head
with the butt of his gun.
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Mr. Kerr on the Wallace Assignment.
Chairman Kerr said to parties in
Philadelphia that the assicnment was
creditable to Senator Wallace. The
bank was unable, owing to the string-
ency of the money market, to float the
paper it had, and, therefore, was com-
pelled to assign and go into liquidation.
and valuable coal property, whick, when
developed, will pay all debts. If this
property is handled properly it will
leave the senator a nice surplus.
The liabilities amount to $350,000 and
the assets $600,000 in Pennsylvania
alone. The Senator is also the owner of
considerable mining property in the |
west, which is considered very valuabie. |
The failure will in no manner affect the
local banks of Clearfield.
strong and amply provided with re-
sources to meet any emergency that
may arise. There is absolutely ro dan-
ger, as the banks have the entire confi-
dence of the community.
She —Now, see how many you can
stone while I am doing one. =
Senator Wallace bas much real estate |
They are |
XTIEmR TRANG
Frills of Fashion.
Figured materials are in high fashion.
The black marten is the darkest nat-
ural fur.
The newest stockings are all in bright
colors.
Pockets in reefer jackets are cut on
the outside
Astrakhan is being used lavishly on
cloth costumes.
Bows are not knotted,
narrow ribbon.
Tailor made gowns are the rage for
out of door costumes,
A widow does ngt have bridemaide
nor does she wear a veil.
All the newest dresses
flounce around the hem.
Any amount of trouble and expense
is still lavished on shoes.
Feathers play an important part in
the garnitures of the season.
| All the underwear of fleshy persons
i should be made with yokes.
Tartan shoes are among the most
striking voveities yet evolved.
| Velvet sleaves will undoubtedly re-
main in vogue during the winter.
| Pretty fans are of, creps de chine, de-
| corated with little crayon drawings.
Lhe coiffure worn with a large hat
lis either loosely knotted or twisted at
| the back.
| Collarettes made of velvet are consid-
erably worn as a finish to street costum-
| es of cloth.
{ Large hats intended for afternoon re-
| ceptions are 1n white or very light col-
| ored felt.
| Pure white is used for
| blue for boys and pink for
color is desired.
Round waist and narrow skirts are in
vogue for those who are slender enough
to wear them.
If you have a light hat, wear a black
bird on it; if you havea black hat, wear
& white bird on it.
Three feathers which form the crest of
the Prince of Wales are used to trim
both large and small hats.
Lounging robes in plaided woolens
are cut in redingote style, with seam
across the hips and large pockets.
The pelisse is an odd name revived
for the new long cloaks which can
scarcely be distinguished from gowns.
Dainty sets for the toilet table are
long, slender trays, little toilet boxes
and candlesticks in Milton and Dres-
den china,
Some of the wioter gowns still have «
small cushion in the back of the skirt,
but this is only when there is a defic-
iency in graceful outline.
but tied with a
have one
all babies—
girls when
Two Stories of Von Moltke.
Two pretty stories are told about Von
Moltke. One is that on taking out his
purse to pay a cabman after a rather
long ride the cabman started his horse,
and cried cut, “No, no; it has been a
great honor for me, Her Feldmarschall,”
and drove off, to receive next day the
count’s photograph, with the words, To
the cab driver.” And the other is that
an American lady, with a voung daugh-
ter, staying at the hotel where the great.
soldier was attending a regimental ban-
quet, sent him a photograph of himself,
which she asked him to sign, and to
give more pleasure to the girl on her
seventeenth birthday than all her pres-
ents had done. In reply mother and
daughter were invited to the supper-
room, were treated by Von Moltke with
the kindest hospitality and received the
photograph, on which was written, “I
have been young, and now I am old,
but I have not seen the righteous for--
saken.”’— Harper's Bazar.
A Difficulty About Witnesses.
“Mr, Smith,” said the electric mana-.
ger to his foreman, “we want some men
to testify to the absolute harmelessness.
of the electric light current as used by
us. You might send Roberts—"
Foremen—¢“He was killed while fix-
ing a wire last night, sir I”?
“Well, Jackson will do then.”
‘‘He accidentally grounded a wrong
wire last week, and is scarcely expect-
ed to live, sir,”
“Such awkwardness! Send Will-
iams.”
“Sorry, sir, but he was paralyzed
| while fixing an electric lamp on Thurs-
day.”
“Really. It’s most annoying. Em-
ploy some new men at once and send
them to testify to the committee before
they have time to get themselves kill-
ed.”
Sitting Bull's Slayer Dead.
St. Paur, Dee. 19.—A Fort Yates
special says: Bull Head, the Lieutenant
of the Indian police, who led in the cap-
ture of Sitting Bull ard fired off the
two shots which kilied him, died last
night at 5:30 p. m. Though he receiv-
ed three severe weunds—one in the arm,
one in the leg, and one in the stomach
—the surgeons had hoped to save him.
His brother policemen, who had been
given to hope that he would recover,
wre overwhelmed with grief. Reports.
at the agency indicate that the fugitives
from Sitting Bull’s camp are preparing
to return to their abandoned homes. It
is expected many will return to-day.
It Wasn’t a Case of Jimjams,
“Is is true,” breathlessly inquired the
caller, who had climbed the four flights
of stairs, “that Boston has gone Demo-
cratic 7
“Yes,” replied the telegraph editor
“It has elected a Democratic mayor br
about 12,000.
“No mistake about it?"
“No. Here are the figures,”
“That’s all T want to know,” rejoind
the stranger, starting down the stair way.
“I’m all right, I guess. When I saw
the same thing on the bulletin boad
down-stairs I thought I had en agai.
Good day.”
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| —— Dr. Grimsbaw—¢Don’t you kniw
young man, that it is very injurious to
blow cigarette smoke down your rose
in that way 7 Mr. De Apple—-Is
it? I know it’s very agwehble inddo
it, but all the other fellows do it, {onch-
er know 2”