Deore Wad
Bellefonte, Pa., May 29,1891.
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THE MUCH-TRAVELED IRISHMAN.
Tis twelve months_since I came to America,
The fortune of me uncle to enjoy,
Bless his name! Shure he left me the whole
av it,
And in his will he said, “Now Pat, me boy,
Ye’s ought to spind a solid year in thravelin,
The great soights av this country for to see.”
And sure me uncle didn’t need to urge me
much ’ 5
For thravelin is a trick that just suits me.
So I’ve thravaled over all this moighty nation
;From north to south and from the east to west;
I've thraveled both on land and on the wather,
But shure the railroad thravelin suits me best.
And of all the fine railroads in America,
And meself shure has thraveled on them all,
The one that heads the list for solid comfort
Is the Chicago, Milwaukee, and St. Paul.
Both for aitin and for dhrinkin and for shlapin,
Their equipment is most costly and complate.
Their is spklendor encugh for old King Solo-
mon,
And dainties for his‘thousand wives to ate.
0! I've thraveled all up and down America,
The railroads and the shteamboarts tried them
all,
But there's nothing can compare in solid com-
fort
Wid the Chicago, Milwaukee, and St. Paul.
A GIRL WORTH WINNING.
“Mattie, I'm going to leave you. I
cannot, will not, longer bear the insults
I have submitted to here for three
years, and I have resolved to take my-
self out of the way. You comprehend
me, Mattie?”
“Qh, yes, Paul,’ responded the
young lady, sorrowfully. “I thought
it would come to this. Ihave not been
an idle observer of your impatience and
dissatisfaction in this house for months
past,” continued the girl. -
“I have been preparing for my de-
parture for six weeks, and I shall leave
for New York to-morrow evening.”
“And thence?” queried Mattie.
“To South America. My plan is
not matured, bat [shall leave this
place, which has become hateful to
me. You will remain of course ?”
“I can’t do otherwise. You will re-
turn some day, Paul,” she murmured,
with a tearful expression, “and
then 4)
“We shall be older, Mattie, and
more experienced, and can better judge
if we are as sincerely attached to each
othe as we now think we are.”
“You are right, Paul. You are old-
er than I am, but we are only children
as yet, I know; I am scarcely 15;
you fare 18. You will succeed—I'm
sure you will. And then you will
come back.”
These two speakers were very young
people to talk thus seriously, but they
‘had been reared in a good school to
make them serious. °
Mattie Purcell was the only child of
Mrs. Highfoot’s sister, who had taken
her inte her family ten years previous-
ly and bad “done for her’ (as she term-
ed it) from her childhood, though she
had a family of her own to bring up.
But her husband was rich and she was
a very airy personage, continually prat-
ing of her “standing, wealth and influ-
ence in society,” while as constantly
she had turned the cold shoulder to-
ward poor little motherless Mattie.
Paul Crumlette was a good-hearted
boy, and he was an orphan, too. Mi
Highfoot was his father’s cousin.
Mattie found herself more lonely
and more dispirited now than ever she
had expected to be, but she strove to
make her condition endurable, though
the continued slights and. annoyances
to which she was subjected in the
heartless family of the Highfoots hu-
miliated her excessively.
She never heard a word from Paul.
‘Once, a year after he left, when he was
19 years old, he wrote her a along af-
fectionate letter, but she never received
Ait. Had it been intercepted? No one
seemed to know.
The lad went to Panama, thence to
Brazil. He worked hard but met with
swwaried fortune. He passed three years
An California, and tired at last of the
wild though busy life he experienced
there. He thought of Mattie very of-
ten. Was she the same sweet girl he
knew her to be in their young days?
Did she remain the same devoted
friend that she bad ever heen during
their weary years together? She had
never answered his letter, though—he
remembered. Had she married? Was
she alive ? Had her rich relatives cast
{her .off?
He had been away some seven years,
.and one day he concluded to take the
train for New York and make a visit
to his old acquaintances.
Having reached the city he attired
ihimself.in a very plain suit and repair-
«ed directly to the elegant home .of the
Highfoots, having first sent up his well-
worn trunk, upon which the family
quickly recognized the initials P. C,
“Back again!” exclaimed Mrs. H.,
with unfeigned disgust. “A bad pen-
ny soon returns,” she continued.
“Now, father,” she added, addressing
her husband earnestly, “this must be
put a' stop to. We can’¢ have him
here, and I won't.” :
“Here he is, my dear,” responded
Mr. H——, looking out at the lace-
eurtained window.
The daughters came into the parlor
an hour later in their “stunning’’ fash-
ionable eostume—for the Highfoots de-
cided that they must be coldly civil—
and Paul remained to dinner. The
girls thought him a very nice-looking
young man; and pity ‘twas he was so
poor and friendless.
“Where's Mattie? My little friend
whom TI used to be so familiar with ?”’
asked Paul, at length.
She had gone out to the neighboring
park with the baby and nurse.
“She must have grown out of my ac-
quaintance,” suggested Paul,
Well, they didn’t know that Mattie
had changed much. She ’peared to
them the same old sixpence—dull and
quiet and taciturn as usual.
#She won't look at a gentleman,
scarcely. She's had half a dozen
chances and lost ther® all by her seem-
ing aversion to the other sex,” added
the mother.
Paul was inwardly delighted with
A i but he made no avow-
al of 1t.
“Here she comes,” said Mrs. High-
foot, as the front door opened and a
blooming lovely woman, with rosy
cheeks and modest mien, entered the
apartment to greet the stranger ‘just
from California.”
She didn’t know him at first sight,
but when Mrs, Highfoot said; ‘It’s
Paul, Mattie, You remember Paul
Crumlette, of course?’ the fair beauty
put out her hand, and looked into his
eyes, and expressed in that brief but
earnest glance of loving recognition all
that her lover could hope for.
“I hope I'm welcome here,” said
Paul, after the girls had disappeared
that evening.
“We're glad to see you—yes, Paul,”
said Mrs. Highfoot: “But the fact is,
we haven't any permanent accommo-
dations now that we can afford you.
We hope you've done weil; but you
see, we can’t board you here, We've
a houseful now.”
Paul thought this was very plain
and frank and took no offense at all.
It was just what he wanted them to say
if they thought it.
“Well, good-night,” he said, cheer-
fully, “I'll send for the box. It isn’t
very valuable, but it contains my little
fortune,” and he rose to retire.
Next day the Highfoots were not a
little nettled to see a magnificent car-
riage halt before their door at noon. A
pair of superb bays stood before it, and
an elegantly attired gentleman got out,
and, to their surprise, called for Miss
Mattie Purcell,
“Why, bless me!” exclaimed Mrs.
Highfoot, suddenly recognizing the
stranger—“‘It's Paul Crumlette, as I'm
alive! Come ia—Paul. Are you not
coming in?"
“No, thank you, madam,” said the
young man civilly as Mattie made ber
appearance and he handed her into the
splendid vehicle.
As the prancing horses moved away
the now envious woman looked out at
the front window and exclaimed with
emphasis:
“Well—I never!”
Paul Crumlett took the two small
hands of lovely Mattie in his own as
soon as the carriage had left the High-
foot residence and said, with earnest
fervor; “Dear Mattie, how rejoiced I
am to see you looking so well and so
like your old sweet self.”
“You are not happier than Iam,
thus to meet and greet you, I am con-
fident.”
“Now, Mattie, you do not forget or
repent your promise given to me seven
years ago, when I was as poor as a
church mouse, do you ?”
“No dearest! And never shall,”
said Mattie affectionately.
“So I believe. And I am happy to
tell you I have succeeded since that
day beyond my most sanguine hopes.
I am rich, Mattie! Rich to my heart's
content. I have been fortunate in Cali-
fornia, and I have come home to claim
your hand.”
“Tt is yours, Paul—and would have
been as surely had you returned with-
out a dollar.” :
“I do not doubt it,” said Paul, ar-
dently.
And within a month the two poor
relatives were married—and off the
hands of the selfish Highfoots.
When they settled in their own fine
residence Paul declined to visit these
famous people.
“And you tell me the boy is rich 2?”
asked the lady of her husband one
evening.
“Yes. Made a quarter ofa million
in California.”
“Well—I never!” exclaimed Mrs.
Highfoot, as she thought what a
splendid match this would have been
for one of her own daughters—perhaps.
Owner of the Bull Run Battle Field.
St. Louis Globe Democrat.
A. M. Henry says: “Although I am
the owner of the property on which the
first battle of Bull Run was fought, I
did not see the battle.
My mother was killed in her bed with a
shell from a Federal battery at the first
battle. She was blind, aged and help-
less at the time; and as the battle raged
about the house it was as safe to remain
indoors as on any other spot. Gen.
Sherman and Senator Cameron visited
here a few years since. Sherman had
not been on the field since the battle in
July, 1861. He asked no questions.
He seemed to know every point of inter-
est, and the several positions of troops.
During his stay he made but one wrong
observation. He said, ‘Henry, I was in
your house during the battle.” I said,
‘No, General; the house then standing
was destroyed.” (Qh, yes,” he replied,
‘I remember there was a wide hall in
the house, and this one has none,” I
recite this to demonstrate Sherman’s
careful attention to details. General
Sherman asked me if I would cell my
property. IfT cared to part with it he
knew a man who would buyit. I
learned subsequently that the intending
purchaser was Senator Don Cameron.
Senator Cameron’s uncle was killed at
the head of the 79th Highlandersa few
rods from my house. General Bee and
Barton, of South Carolina, were also
killed forty rods distant, and a quarter
of a mile distant was killed Colonel
Fletcher Webster, of the 12th Massa-
<husetts Volunteers, son of the great
Daniel Webster, in the second battle of
Bull Run. It is a singular coin-
cidence that the seeond battle ended on
the same spot that the first engagement
ended.
——*Do you underst andthe importar ce
of the step you are about to take?” in-
quired a Madison Avenue mother of her
daughter who is about to be married.
“I should say that I did,” was the
answer,
“Three of the prettiest girls in town
are to be my bridesmaids, and I will
have to look my best or they’ will out-
shine me.”
——Miss Elise Stanley is an Austra-
lian girl of fourteen who has great mus-
ical talent, and has just won a scholar-
ship at the London Royal College of
Music, which entitles her to a free edu-
cation for three years.
I returned from:
Alexandria soon after the event and]
witnessed the second battle at this point.
The Threatening Figure.
Ex-President Cleveland is a watchful
sentinel and a public monitor. At Buf-
falo he presented points for the serious
and solemn consideration of the people,
as follows :
«I believe the most threatening figure
which to-day stands in the way of the
safety of our government and the hap-
piness of our people. is reckless and
wicked extravagance in our public ex-
penditures. It is the most fatal of all
the deadly brood born of governmental
perversion. It hides beneath its wings
the betrayal of the people’s trust and
holds powerless in its fascinating glance
the people’s will and conscience. It
brazenly exhibits to-day a Billion-Dol-
lar congress. But lately, a large sur-
plus remained in the people’s public
treasury after the meeting all expendi-
tures, then by no means economical. This
condition was presented to the American
people as positive proof that their bur-
den of taxation was unjust because un-
necessary ; and yet while the popular
protest is still heard, the harpy of pub-
lic extravagance devours the surplus and
impudently calls upon its struggling
victims to bring still larger supplies
within the reach of its insatiate appe-
tite.
“A few short years ago a pension roll
amounting to fifty-three millions of dol-
lars was willingly maintained by our
patriotic citizens. To-day public ex-
travagaice decrees that three times that
sum shall be drawn from the people up-
on the pretext that its expenditure re-
presents the popular love of the soldier.
Not many years ago a river and harbor
bill appropriating eleven millions of
dollars gave rise to a loud popular pro-
test. Now public extravagance com-
mands an appropriation of twenty-two
millions for the same purposes and the
people are silent. To-day millions are
paid for a bare-faced subsidy, and this is
approved or condoned at the: behest of
public extravagance and thus a new
marauder is turned loose, which, in
company with its vicious tariff partner,
bears pilfered benefits to the households
of favored selfish interests.
“But the growth of public extrava-
gance in these latter days, and is uncon-
cealed and dreadful manifestions, force
us to the contemplation of other crimes
of which it is undoubtedly guilty, be-
sides unjust exactions from the people.
“Qur government is so ordained that
its life blood flows from the virtue and
patriotism of our people, and its health
and strength depend upon the integrity
and faithfulness of their public servants.
If these are destroyed, our government
if it endures, will endure only in name,
failing to bless those for whom it was
created and failing in its mission as an
example to mankind.
“Public extravagance in its relation
to inequitable tariff laws, not only lays
an unjust tribute upon the people, but
is responsible for unfair advantages be-
stowed upon special and favored inter-
ests as the price of partisan support.
Thus the exercise of the popular will for
the benefit of the country at large is re-
placed by sordid and selfish motives di-
rected ‘to personal advantage, while the
encouragement of such motives in pub-
lic place for party ends deadens the
official conscience:
“Public extravagance directly distri-
butes gifts ana gratuities among the peo-
ple, whose toleration of waste is thus se-
cured or whose past party services are
thus compensated, or who are thus
bribed to future party support. This
makes the continuance of partisan pow-
er a stronger motive among public ser-
vants than the faithful discharge of the
people’s trust, and sows the seeds of con-
tagious eorruption in the body politic.
“But to my mind, the saddest and
most frightful result of public extrava-
gance is seen in the readiness of the
masses of our people, who are not dis-
honest but only heedless, to accustom
themselves to that dereliction in public
place which it involves. Evidence is
thus furnished that our countrymen are
in danger of losing the scrupulous 1nsis-
tence upon the faithful discharge of du-
ty on the part of their public servants,
the regard for economy and frugality
which belongs tosturdy Americanism,
the independence which relies upon per-
sonal endeavor and the love of an honest
and well regulated government, all of
which lie at the foundation of
our free institutions.
“Have I overstated the evils and dan-
gers with which the tremendous growth
of public extravagance threatens us?
Every man who loves his country well
enough to pause and think of these
things must know that I have not.
“Let us, then, as we push on in our
campaign of education especially im-
press our counrymen the lesson which
teaches that public extravagance is a
deadly, dangerous thing, that frugality
and economy are honorable, that
the virtue and watchfulness of the
people are the surest safeguards against
abuses in their government, and that
those who profess to serve their fellow-
citizens in public place must be faithful
to their trust.”
The Sun as an Artist.
on
In a summer holiday avery one’s face
and hands are more or less tanned by
the sun. And the same artist is all the
time active among the tenants of the
orchard and the garden. A snow ap-
ple, ripening on its stem in October,
shows this plainly. The sunward side
takes on a vivid scarlet, while the tree-
ward half remains a pale pink. Some
times a leaf, blown down in a storm,
will lodge near an apple stalk. Cemen-
ted with a little moistened dust, it
clings to the fruit long enough to leave
the record of its stay in an outline of its
crumpled form.
Where the leaf came between the ap-
ple and the sun, the coloring touch of
the solar beam was securely kept off.
Young people in France and Germany
imitate this stray work of the leaf with
very pretty effect. An anchor, a heart,
a shield or an initial is cut in paper and
pear. The frait is plucked in due sea-
son, and when the bit of paper is re-
moved its outline is disclosed in hues
much fainter than those of the surround-
ing rind.
~The practice of employing women
clerks in the Government service origi-
nated with Secretary Chase, who ap-
pointed Miss B. I. Wilson to a place in
| the peasy Department September 15,
+ 1861.
gummed toa ripening peach, appleor |'Y.
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Captain Castle’s Whale.
The Thrilling Tale Told by Him on the
San Francisco Exchange.
An interesting story is told in the
Examiner of to-day of the adventure
had by the pilot-boat Lady Mine on
Friday night last. On the evening the
boat, Capt. Steve Castle, was lying be-
calmed about ten milessouthwest of the
main Farallones. Nota ship was in
sight, and the captain improved the op-
portunity to shift the schooner’s can-
vas for her lighter summer suit. All
hands were engaged on the work, and
to secure more deck room the yawl-
boat used for boarding vessels was
heaved over the side and made fast as-
tern by six or eight fathoms of painter,
The sea was full of whales, lolling
about on the glassy surface, playing
and blowing and emitting an unpleas-
ant oily odor, as whales are wont to do
when the sun is shining, the air is still
and the water smooth. One particular-
ly big fellow of the finback variety,
commonly called California grays,
manifested much interest in the Lady
Mine, and came alongside to investi-
gate. The first notice of his approach
was received from a tremendous flock
of small seabirds that skimmed along
the surface. All the birds flew away
when the big fish sounded a cable's
length from the Lady Mine, and the
crew thought he had taken his depart-
ure. In this they were erroneous, for
in about two minutes the schooner set
up a violent rocking, a huge black bulk
suddenly loomed up alongside, there
was a sound as of escaping steam, and
half the deck was wet with a cloud of
ill-smelling spray.
It was an awful big whale for a fin-
back. It was longer than the Lady
Mine, which measures eighty-three
eet.
When he came up he touched the
schooner, but did it very gently, not
with a jar or a bump, but with a slow
upheaval that simply shoved the ves-
sel off sideways and careened her over
a little until her roand bottom slid off
the monster's back, The whale ap-
peared highly delighted, and repeated
the performance. For two hours he was
never 200 yards from the Lady Mine,
and half the time when he was above
water the crew could have touched him
by simply extending their hands over
the side. A dozen times he rubbed
against her side, but always with the
same gentleness that characterized his
first contact, and often his huge fins
protruded above the rail. as big as a
boat sail.
He was an old bull, and his back
and head were literally covered
with barnacles. It was to rid him-
self of these that he rubbed up against
the boat, as the crew soon learned.
Several times it looked very scary to
see the terrible bulk rising swiftly from
the depths of the clear water, but he
was considerate enough to always slack-
en speed just before striking, so that
the contact amounted to no more than
a gentle push.
The crew did not mind the whale us-
ingithe Lady Mine for a backscratcher
as long as he continued good natured
about it, but they did protest against
the odor, and finally made an attempt
to drive him away. The boatkeeper
prodded him with a sharp-pointed
spinnaker boom just as he rose near
the schooner’s stern.
Down he went like a flash, and in
his flurry he breached airectly across
the little yawl’s painter, which was
hanging slack a foot or so beneath the
surface of the water. One of his flukes
caught the line, and as the several tons
of blubber and whalemeat went down
the yawl boat went, too. The bow
plunged under with a terrific dash, and
the oars and loose bottom-boards of
the boat flew for yards in all directions.
The entire boat was lost to sight for
over a minute, when it popped up like
a cork, full of water, but right and
tight and perfectly uninjured. The
crew used garnished language, bailed
the boat out, gathered up the gear that
strewed the surrounding ocean and
hauled the rescued craft aboard.
The whale manifested no anger
whatever, but returned in a few ‘min-
utes as if nothing had happened. He
rubbed off a couple or three more bar-
nacles as gently as before, flirted his
montrous tail contemptuously and took
his departure.
Capt. Steve Castle told the adventure
on 'Change yesterday and illustrated it.
Captured a Big Bear.
The Muncy Valley correspondent of
the Hughesville Mail says: “A large
bear has been visiting the flock of sheep
near Hunter’s Lake belonging to Wil-
liam Fulmer and John Roach, killing
about a dozen sheep and lambs before
the owners knew what it was, thinking
it was dogs, but they soon found it was
a huge bear. They set three traps and
succeeded in catching brain the fourth
night. On Monday morning Philip
Worthington, Fletch Bennet, John
‘Wilson, Ernest and Alvin Fulmer, the
hunters, found one of their traps gone,
but armed with guns they were soon in
pursuit of the bear. When they found
him he had dragged the trap over a half
mile. He was shot bv Ernest Fulmer.
Fletch Bennett, one of Sullivan county’s
best trappers, said it was the largest
bear he ever saw, weighing over 400
pounds.”
——T suffered for more than ten years
with that dreadful disease, catarrh, and
used every available medicine which
was recommended to me. I cannot
thank you enough for the relief which
Ely’s Cream Balm has afforded me.—
Emanuel Meyers, Winfield, L.I., N.
——Ex-Senator Ingalls is going to
lecture, and starts upon his avenging
career in October. - The country has
five months in which to prepare itself
for the verbal cyclone.
——We can safely assert that nothing
‘equals Dr, Bull’s Cough Syrup for all
cases of sore throat, coughs, colds, ete.
Price only 25 cents a bottle.
Mr. Dunder Fooled Again.
Poor Old Carl Once More Becomes the
Victim of Misplaced Confidence.
“(ood gracious ! but is this you?” ex-
claimed Sergt. Bendall the other morn-
ing as Carl Dunder entered the Wood-
bridge street station with smiling vis-
age, i
“It vas me, sergeant ?”
“Where on earth have you been ?”’
“Sergeant, vhen I vhat down here
tree months ago vhas I tell you ?”’
“That you were going back to Ger-
many.”
“Vhy ? Because noddings vhas two
times alike in dis country, I vhas all
der times in trouble. I doan’catch on.”
“And you went.”
“No, sir. 1 vhas right in America
all der time, but I vhas werry busy,”
“Enlarging your business ?”’
“My peesness vhas enlarged all right.
No. sir; I vhas reading pooks und
studying human nature. Dot vhas der
troubles mit me pefore—I doan’ look at
somebody twice, und all der pooks I
read vhas a Sherman paper printed in
New York. Sergeant, vhas I like hay-
seed und grass some more ?”’
“Um! 1 believe you do lovk sharper
and brighter.”
“Und dot locks doan’ deceive me. I
vhas in Chicago four days.”
“No! Well, it takes a pretty good
man to go to Chicago and stay four
days and get out all right. Anything
happen to you ?”’ ;
“I should sweetly shmile ! Dot's vhy
I comes down to see you. I like you
to know dot der man you calls some hay-
seeds vhas not so grassy as he looks.
Sergeant, I make $450 on der train com-
ing home !”’
i
“Shust like tallow or grease.”’
“Well, by George, let's shake hands
on that !” ?
“Vhas some flies on me, eh ?”’
“Not a fly. Did you buy a piece of
land or something ?”’
‘Sergeant, vhen I goes in dot car I
looks all aroundt me to see der peoples.
Dot’s vhat is called observation. Ifyou
doan’ observe you doan’ know noddings
Dot vhas my troubles before—I don’t
observe.” :
“I agree with you, Mr. Dunder.”
“Dot makes me happy ! Vhell, pooty
soon I see a man who was pale und
sorry und hard oop. TI can tell all dot
by his face. I make oudt dot he vhas a
poor man who vhas eaten oop by der
Kansas grasshoppers, [ feel sorry, but
maype I like to make some money too.
Dot vhas all right, eh ?”
“Perfectly correct, Mr. Dunder.”
“So, by und by, I goes oafer by him
und says : ‘My friendt, I see by you
eye dot you vhas in some troubles.
Shpeak mit me, un doan’ be afraid.’ ”’
“That was kind of you.”
“Und he said he takes me for an hon-
est man as soon as he comes by dot car.
It vhas true about dose grasshoppers,
und he vhas going to Canada to die by
his mother’s arms. He shust haf enough
money to get to Kalamazoo, und den he
must walk.”
“Poor man,” sighed the sergeant.
“I feels dot vhay, too, but pooty soon
he says he vhas taking home a gold
bond to gif to his mother. He doan’
belief he can walk from Kalamozoo,
und he likes to borrow $50 on do#*$500
bond.”
“Ah ! I begin to see!”
“How vhas dot ?”
“Never mind—go on.”
“I takes dot bond like dis: ‘If he
sends me $75 in five days I mail it to
him. If not it vhas my bond. Maype
I vhas a haystack, eh 7"
“Go on,”
“Vhell, it vhas sefen days to-day, und
his money doan’ come. Dot makes me
own der bond. Like enough you could
do better—eh ?”’
“Let me see the bond,” dryly remark-
ed the sergeant.
“Here she vhas. It was fife hoonered
in gold.”
“Yes. Five hundred in sand, more
hkely ! Tt isn’t worth five cents 1”
“You don’t shpeak !”
“Yes, [ do. It’s a confience man’s
counterfeit bond. I’ve seen a dozen of
them. You’ve simply been beaten out
of $50.”
“Vhas she possible ! Vhas she po:si-
ble! Und he doan’ send for her?”
“Of course not.”
“Und he vhas a sharper ?”
“Certaiuly. It’s a wonder you got
back with a dollar. Where are you go-
ing 1”
Séooatge, sergeant! It vhas no
use! I vhasin dis country ten years,
but dot make no difference. Nothings
vhas two times alike. I like you to
come oop to-morrow, after I vhas dead,
und tell Shake to be a good poy, und
shpeak to my wife I was better off. If
you could be in der procession maype I
feels better for it, but doan’ take too
much troubles, und remember dot I
vhas all broke in two pieces.— Detroit
Free Press.
Aaron and the Cents.
For years Daniel Webster's ‘utility
boy” was a lad named Aaron Brad-
shaw. He had to do “chores” and
errands for the great statesman, and
among other duties the daily fetching
and carrying of his mail was by no
means the lightest. Aaron, however.
made a “good thing of it,’ for Mr.
‘Webs er was generous.
In those days postage on letters was
not prepaid, and on sending the boy
to the post office for his mail he usu-
ally gave him a bank note or asum
of money moro than enough to pay for
the letters. Aaron would carry back
the change, and if there were any
cents among it, Mr. Webster frequent-
ly gave them to him. This became
the rule, and finally the Senator told
the boy that he need not bring him any
more coppers.
‘Hereafter, Aaron, wherever you
find any cents among the change you
may keep them and say nothing about
iit. They are yours.”
Aaron was glad to be trusted, but
could not easily get over the habit of
giving in a full account of the money,
and hardly ever returned any loose
change without showing or telling his
employer just how many cents fell to
his share. He was an honest lad, and
at first it way not have ocenrred to
him that a temptation had been put in
his way.
But once when nearly a week had
passed, and ill luck seemed to keep
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all the coppers out of his wuy, he be-
gan to be sorely tried. He wanted
some money extremely, but no coppers
cam? to him. Again he went for the
letters and the post ufister again gave
him all silver in change. For a min-
ute he stood cogitating. Gradually he
edged back to the deliviry wicket,
held out & half-dollar to the postmaster,
and said in a timid voice :
“Will you please give me the cents
for that ?”’
The money was changed, and Aaron
went home with his load of coppers—
and misgivings. Both loads grew
heavy as he entered Mr. Webster's
presence. His hand trembled a little
when he laid down the letters and—-
the pile of cents. The veteran lawyer
understood the case at once.
“Aaron,” he said, in his usual tone,
¢‘you know I told you that when there
were cents in the change you should
keep them.”
The iad slowly picked up the cop-
pers and turned to go out, hardly
knowing yet whether to feel happy
or shamed. At the door he started to
hear his named called.
“Aaron.”
And of course he went back at once.
“Aaron,” said Mr. Webster, “did
you ask for the cents ?
The boy confessed, and though he
was allowed to keep the money, that
minute and a half before the “awful
front” of Daniel Webster cured him
forever of all desire to take liberties
with what was not his own:
Something Interesting to the Girls.
Stylish shoulder capes have undergone
a complete change. For the spring and
summer months the designs are more
lengthy, covering the entire arm, and
extending a quarter of a yard below the
waist.
Light lavender, stone gray cloths, lin-
ed with cream silk or plum color, the
broad collar elaborately braided in old
gold or brown soutache, or silver shaded
with handsome buttons and loops, are
decidedly popular. :
Rich black faille wraps studded with
cut jet or dull gold ornaments are among
the latest importations. There are
many of them combined with odd pat-
terns of black lace, with high Medici
standing collars elaborately braided and
brightened with jets and handsome
braid designs.
The finest imported wraps are rather
expensive, but they make the most love-
ly adornments for out-of-door wear, and
are necessary for chilly days.
A bracelet of East India make, in
| yellow gold, is formed of a number of
very fine chains, the clasp being elabor-
ately chased and ornamented with cost-
ly jewels,
A brooch is in imitation of a bunch
of grapes, the stem and tendrils of geld
being set with diamonds, and the fruit
being made ot chalcedony.
Buttons are once more beginning to
assert themselves on out-door jackets,
and fortunate is the woman who has
treasured up old and rare sets of them.
A novel vinagrettein gold or silver
is in the shape of an artist’s color-tube.
Old-feshioned lace capes of the time
our grandmothers have been revived.
Scent bottles for the table are made to
represent vase-shaped water-jugs. They
are of ruby glass, and the stand, neck,
spout and handle are of silver gift.
Cleopatra’s handkerchief is another
innovation by Sara Bernhardt, made of
ten inches of fine batiste hemstitched,
and wet with lily of the Nile.
Rings worn on the little finger are
more or less a fad. They are often en-.
circled with turquois, or set with lucky
moonstones. There is also a fancy for
using the stone corresponding to the
birth-month of the wearer in these little
ring, which should be especially small
and dainty and as exquisite in design as
possible.
The oddest of all the odd styles of
bonnets is this: A piece of tulle is cut
square. On the edge of a very slight
hem placed around it a border, consist-
ing of a single line of dainty flowers
without leaves, is placed. This is put
upon the head so that one point of the
tulle droops like whatis called a ker-
chief cap over the brow; the corres
ponding point droops over the back
bair, and the two remaining points fall
at the sides beneath the wired Spanish
shape which is called the Toreador, the
tulle being intended to stimulate the
bright colored silk of which the bull-
fighters place a square under their hats.
Many flowers have the stems tied
with velvet ribbon an inch wide. Roses
are of every size and shade. Purplish
flowers, especially with a reddish cast,
are exquisite en black hats. Half of the
shapes seen have a mere pretense of a
crown, many have a narrow brim in
front, which may crinkle and resemble
a shell, sauce, poke or anything else un-
der the sun.
— «Mrs. Nancy M. Johnson is the
inventer of the first ice cream refrigera-
tor in this country’”’ says the Woman
Inventor. “Before her invention ice
cream was made with a spoon constant-
ly kept stirring up tne cream.”
——Recently the Princess of Wales
appeared in a long white lace boa, em-
broidered with real pearls, the cost of
which London society papers give as
over $2,500.
——When you construct or or order
your next gown, see to it that the
sleeves come quite down to your knuek-
els. If not, your gown will stand a
chance of looking old fashioned.
——Yarbsley.—The butcher that sold
this meat tor lamb must have had a
pretty accommodating conscience.
Mudge.-~Perhaps the sheep was in
its second childhood.
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~——Rhoda Broughton lives at Ox-
ford, England, where she took up her
abode just ten years ago. In all she has
written about thirty books, but she has
allowed only half of them to be pub-
lished.
ons + —
—— After diphtheria, scarlet fever, or
pneumonia, Hood’s Sarsaparilla will
give strength to the system, and expel
all poison from the blood.
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