Bellefonte, ‘Pa., July 24, I89l.
—
WIEMBERS OF THE CONGREGATION,
“Oh, beautiful sunbeam, straying
In through the wide church door,
‘I wish. I was with you, playing
Down there on the cool stone floor,
“For I am so tired of Stine
‘Upright and stiffand still,
And you, you go dancing, flitiing
Gayly, wherever you will ;
‘And you've mothing to do but glisten,
And no one is ever vexed
Because you frrget-to listen,
Orocan’t remember to text.
Dear sunbeam, I'm;pondering, pondering,
, ‘Were they all fast-asleep, the flowers ?
When you came .on your: bright wings. wand-
erin;
To arte in the morning hours, :
‘And where have you since been roaming
The long, long hot day through ?
‘Will you welcome the purple gloaming
That means going home to you ?
Have you been to the river, I wonder ?
The river, shiningaud wide,
Where coots dartifisshingly under
And water weeds-¥ock with the tide.
{Did you see the big daisies bobbing ?
Were the speedwells like bits of sky?
Did you hear the sad grasses sobbing
Wren the.wind went by?
‘Dear sunbeam, T!It be so lonely
‘When you have gone quite away,
And even now you are only
‘A faint gold splash on the gray.
Ah! at last the sermon is over;
I know the text—God is Light;
‘Wait a minute, sunbeam, ou rover,
‘And let me bid you good night.
— Framces Wynne, in Spectator.
‘
(DISENCHANTED.
“Qf all things, a night journey is the |
most tedious,” said: Clarence Hatfield
as he let himself fall heavily into the
still'and uncomfortable seat of the rail-
‘way car, with its faded velvet cushions
and its backs at exactly the wrongaa-
gle for ought appreaching a nap. “I
say, (Clifton, do.you .think me might
smoke?’ ;
“Well, I rather imagine not,” said
I, with a motion of my head toward
the other passengers. “There appears
to be ladies on beard.”
Hatfield shrugged his shoulders.
“Such ladies!”
“Well” laughed ‘“Lithey don’t seem to
be particularly ‘stylish in manner or
costume, nevertheless, my dear fellow,
the divinity of their sex hedges them
around like a wall.”
‘Divinity of their humbug!” short-
ly interrupted Hatfield. “As if these
ill dressed dowdies, with babies and
band-boxes, could possibly belong to
the same world with Beatrice Hale!”
To this I made no answer. It did
not-seem to me exactly appropriate to
lug the sacred name of Beatrice Hale
into a diseussion in a place like this.
Yet what.could I do, except to feel my
cheeks flush and the roots of my "hair
tingle? For I was nnmistakably in
love with Bee Hale, and so was Clar-
ence Hatfield.
If I were to waste guarts of ink and
reams of paper in trying to describe
her manifold charms and .excellencies
to the reader, it wouldn’t.do any good.
Such ‘things have been tried before,
and failed. Let him imagine the fair-
est brunette the sun ever shone on, aud
he may come somewhere near the mark.
Suffice to say that she was as beautiful
as a dream and that Hatfield and I
were both slaves at her feet.
Which of us did she like best? Ah,
that was the question! It was some-
thing like the children’s old game of
see-saw, “Up I go, down you come.”
Sometimes I fancied I had a ghost of
a chance—sometimes I was convinced
that Hatfield was altogether the pre-
ferred, and that I had better emigrate
to Australia at once.
“Hello!” cried Hatfield, breaking
unceremoniously in upon the thread of
my musings, “there goes the whistle.
We shall be off directly. Thank good-
ness for that!”
And he put his feet on the opposite
seat and prepared for as comfortable a
four hours’ ride as possible.
* Clarence Hatfield and I, be it under-
stood, were employes in the extensive
business of Messrs. Jenkins, Jum per-
ton & Co., auctioneers, and had been
down to the country “putting up” a
sale of swampy lots cut into streets and
squares aeeording to the most approved
metropolitan methods of doing such
things.
It had been a dismal business, No-
vember is not an inspiring month at
the best, and a three days’ fog had con-
spired against the success of Mount
Morra Park,” as Jenkins, Jumperton
& Co., had christened the new specula-
tion. Yet we had done reasonably
well, and were now thankful enough to
get back to New York.
As the train gave its starting lange
the door flew open, and mm came a tall
old lady, in a prodigious black bonnet
anda fur cloak surrounded by a per-
fect chevaux-de-frise of squarrel cages,
leather bags, brown paper parcels .and
sandwich boxes. She was followed
closely by a younger lady, dressed in
black and closely veiled, and paused
hesitatingly in front of our seat.
“Young man,” said she, in a low
voice, as graff as that of a man, is this
seat engaged ?”’
“Yes,” sald Hatfield, 4,it is.”
“For your: feet ?"’
“No matter what for,” supercilious-
ly replied the head clerk of Jenkins,
Jumperton & Co. “Please to pass on,
old lady. You will find seats enouzh
beyond.”
But this was a stretching of the
| but he never offered to trust his feet
is made as comfortable as it is in the
nature of things to be. . Now,the squir-
rel cage; ma’am—it'll go very comfort
ably under the seat, I think.”
Hatfield uttered a contemptous grunt, |
off theopposite cushions, although the
younger woman stood in the aisle, un-
comfortably swaying backward and for-
ward with the motion of the train,until a
woman beyond observing the state of
affairs, drew a sleeping child into her’
arms and beckoned the other to take
the place thus vacated.
- By this time my old lady had estab-
lished herself to her entire satisfaction,
and opened her sandwich box. - ’
“Much obliged to you, young man,”
said she. “It’s easy to see that you've
a mother of your own at home, and
that you are in the habit of doing rev-
erence to her gray hairs. As for this
person,’ with a nod of her poke bonnet
in the direction of Mr. Hatfield, “if
he's got a mother, I can’t say much
for her bringing of him up. Perhaps
the may be old himself one day, and
stand In need of a little politeness and
consideration from the young.”
“When I'm anxious for your good
-opinion, ma’am, I'll let you know, “re-
turned Mr. Hatfield rather flippantly.
The old lady could only express her-
self by a vehement sniff. And even I
was a little annoyed at his manner.
“Hatfield,” said I, in a low tone,
“you might behave like a gentleman.”
“So I will,” he retorted with a shrug,
“when Ifind myself in company that
calls for such measures,”
I'said no more, but leaning up against
the side of the door, prepared to make
myself as comfortable as possible until
the train should stop at Stamford, its
first way station, and some descending
passenger might make room for me.
Reader, did you ever stand in an ex-
press train in full motion? Did you
ever feel yourself swaying backward
and forward, bumping one of ycur
.phrenological, developments against
the side of the car, and bringing the
base of your spinal column against the
top of a seat at the opposite swerve of
the train? Did you ever grasp blindly
at nothing for support ; did you ever
-execute an involuantary pas seul, by
way of keeping your balance, and then
grind your teeth to see the pretty young
ladies heyond laughing at your antics?
If so you will know how to pity me
during the hour and a half between
B and Stamford.
Hatfield went to sleep and snored;
the old lady in the gigantic bonnet ate
sandwiches and drank from a wicker
iflask of excellent smelling sherry; the
young lady sat as noiseless as a black
«veiled statue; fretful babies whimper-
«ed; old gentlemen uttered strange
sounds in their sleep; the lamps flared
like sickly moons overhead, and the
shriek of the train as it flew through
sleeping villages sounded like the yell
of a fiery throathed demon.
“Stamford,” bawled the conductor.
At last I succeeded in dropping my
weary and stiffened limbs into a seat,
where slumber overtook me in just a
minute and a quarter, for I had been
asleep on my legs once or twice even
in my former disadvantageous attitude,
and I could scarcely believe the evi-
dence of my own senses when we final-
ly thundered into the echoing vastness
of the Grand Central depot of New
York.
Hatfield, alive to the necessity of
catching a car before all the world of
travelers should crowd into it, stumb-
led over the old lady's ankles with
small ceremony.
“Oh, take care! You have knock-
ed the squirrel cage over!” cried she.
“Confound the squirrel cage I" shout-
ed Hatfield as the ancient dame placed
herself directly in the aisle to set the
furry pet up again, thereby complete-
ly blocking up his egress.
“Serves you right, Hatfield,” said 5,
as I stooped to assist.
Just then the young companion of
our lady advenced, flinging back her
veil. ?
“Grandma’ said she,“the carriage is
waiting. I'll send Thomas for the
parcels, Mr. Clifton.
obliged to you for your politeness to
my grandmother who is unused to trav-
eling. As to Mr. Hatfield, the less
said about his courtesy ' the better"
And Beatrice Hale's black eyes flashed
disdainfully on Clarence’s cowed vis-
age.
“Miss Hale,” he stammered, “if I'd
had the least idea who you were’
“You would have regulated your
conduct accordingly,” impatiently in-
terrupted Miss Hale. ““Thanks. I pre
fer to see people in their true light.
Mr. Chiton,” turning graciously to me,
“yowll call and see how grandma
stands her journey tomorrow, won't
you? Oh, thank you! The carriage
is.close by.”
And to this day I believe that is the
way I won my wife, for Clarence Hat.
field was a brilliaut showy sort of a
fellow, who far outshone me in general
society, and I think Bee was inclined
‘rather to fancy him until that night.
But she was disenchamed now tor
good and all. And Grandma Hale
comes to see us every Christmas with
a hamper of good things from Hale
farw.— Boston True Flag.
THE MERRIEST GIRL THAT'S Oovr.—
“Bonnie sweet Bessie, the maid of Dun.
dee,” wes no doubt, the kind of a girl to
y—I-am—much
Getting Even With a Bad Young Man.
She was a pretty girl employed in a
down town store, and he was a bad,
bad man. They boarded in the same
house on one of the south side avenues,
and he used to watch her as she trip-
ped up the stairs, or ate her meals, or
sat in the parlor and sang an alto to
popular songs, and. he fairly seethed
with the bad desire to break fier heart.
But she carried herself so delieately
and draped herselfso completely in a
certain mantle, the gift of her fairy god-
mother called “maidenly reserve,” that
he had no chance to intrude the odium
of his terrible badness upon her. = And
finally his proclivities for terrible deeds
so wrought upon him that he was put
to his wits end, and when a bad young
man about town on a salary of $10 a
week gets to his wit's end he has found
the very point of nowhere, and there is
no limit to what he will do.
So this bad young man went and
bought a ticket for the theatre, and he
enclosed it in a nice little patchouli
scented note to the young girl. In 1t
he said something to this effect: “I
enclose ticket No. 2 for ‘G’ row at the
opera house.” He didn't add, “I will
occupy No. 1.” but the girl had bright
eyes, and she read between the lines,
Now, if the writer had been man
enough to say that with her permission
ke would escort her te the theatre and
throw himself upon the ground of com-
mon brotherhood and sisterhood, un-
der the same roof and all that, the girl,
not being a prude, might have accepted
his invitation. But sueh an invitation
would not have suited the morbid am-
bition of the bad young man at all.
When the girl with the bright eyes read
the note she was pleased with a ‘plan
thatpopped into her head then and
there. The landlady of the boarding
house was a woman turned fifty,
weighing fully 300 pounds, and jolly
and good as gold. So the young lady
asked the landlady to accept the “tick-
et No. 2 row G'’for one night only.
Ard taking the portly landlady into
her confidence the two laughed long
and merrily.
The bad young man, when he dress-
ed himself in his cane and button-hole
flower and walked down the aisle to
pre-empt a claim on “seat No. 1, row
G,”felt sad left and the scene. The land-
lady enjoyed the play hugely, but seat
No. 1 was vacant.— Chicago Herald,
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An Eceentric Man's Funeral.
Seranton Kepublican.
Uncle Jared Wharton, an eccentric
character of Forks township, died last
week at the age of 91 years. He hated
music, and he stayed in church only
while the sermon was being preached,
he said because the singing irritated
him. Several years ago the congrega-
tion bought an organ, and after that he
never entered the church, Ths old
man had been toothless for forty odd
years, and whenever his friends urged
him to buy some artificial teeth for
himself he declared tha the Lord would
cause natural teeth to grow in his mouth
before he died. 3
In the summer time uncle Jared went
about his place barefooted. When it
rained he visited the neighbors, and as
he plodded along the muddy road from
house to house, he had his trou-
sers rolled up to his knees and an old
cotton umbrella over his head. He sel-
dom wore a hat in hot weather, and his
white hair was strong and thick when
be died. Many years ago the old man
made a coffin for himself out of two
inch white oak planks. The handles
were made ot horse-shoes that had been
worn by a mare of which he was very |
fond. The gentle beast was killed by a
stroke of lightning and the old man bur-
ied her nnder a tree where she had fal-
len. He desired to have her shoes bur-
ied with him, and so he nailed them to |
his heavy coffin.
A few months ago Mr. Wharton lined
his coffin with fox skins, tha sly animals
from which they came having been shot
by himself. He often expressed a wish
that a bearskin robe belonging to him
should be placed under his head in the
rough oak box, and that his own sons
old man’s relatives advised the sons to
get a decent coffin, but their advice was
not taken. Every wish of the aged
dead was carried out to the letter, and
on a beautiful atternoon last week the
eccentric nonogenarian was laid to rest
in his oaken casket.
A Heavy Corpse.
The recent funeral of Mrs Ellen
Cleary in Philadelphia attracted a great
crowd at the residence of the deceased,
as well as along the streets over which
the procession passed between the
house and church. The man cause of
such interest was the immense size of
‘the deceased, whose body weighed 670
pounds, while the coffin in which’ the
body reposed weighed 310 pounds addi-
tional. Twelve stalwart men acted as
pall-bearers, and a huge plank two feet
wide was laid from the entrance of the
second-story front room to the front
‘stoop,~atong which the huece casket
was ghd to ‘the sidewalk. The coffin |
had to stand on end twice before it
could be got out ot the room. The
men had as much as they could do to
lift it into the hearse, which was a
large one procured in New York, and
was drawn by four horses. The same
hearse had been used on the occasion
ask, “What are the wild waves say-
truth: There were no seats beyond, as
the old lady could easily preceive, un-
less she chose to sit directly opposite a
red hot coal fire or unou one ot those
corner arrangements close to the door,
whicli was equivalant to no seat at all.
The old lady hesitated and changed
her heavy carpet bag from one wearied
arm to the other, I thought of my
own good Aunt Polly at home, and
rose at once.
“Pray, take this seat,ma’am,’ said I.
“And let me put your parcel up in the
rack for you.”
“Clifton, what a fool you are!" cried
Hatfield in an impatient sotte voice.
“Why couldn't you have sat_ still ‘and
minded your, own business?”
“It is my own business,” I answer
ing ?” or to put ‘‘a little faded flower” |
in your button hole, she was so full of
vivacity, and beaming with robust
health. Fivc ry girl in the land ean be
just as full of life, just as well, and just
as merry as she, since ‘Dr. Pierce has
placed his “favorite Prescription’ with-
in the reach of all. Young girls in their
teens, passing the age of puberty, find it
a great aid. Delicate, pale and sickly
girls will find this a wonderful invigor-
ator, and a sure corrective for all de-
rangements and weaknessss incident to
females.
——=With Ely’s Cream Balm a child
can he treated without pain and with
perfect safety. It cures catarrh, hay
fever and colds in the head. Tt is easily
applied into the nostrils and gives im-
ed brasquely, “to see that every lady
mediate relief. Price 50 cents,
of the burial of Daniel Cleary, the late
husband of the dead woman. who also
was of an enormous size, although not)
quite so large as his wife,
eerste iar
——To make good blackberry wine:
Obtain all the juice by washing your
berries through a strong cloth. For one
measure of juice take one of water and
three-fourths of sugar. Use the water
tepid; the temperature should be about
sixty degree. Put the water to the sqeez-
ed pulp and stir to get all the remain-
der possible of juice or flavor. Then
strain and stir with the juice, adding
the sugar untilall is dissolved. Pat in
a keg with the bung open or into a jar
with the cover not quite closed.. The
jar is better for any ordinary quantity.
Skim every day, and when the fermen-
tation is wholly over, which will not be |
for several weeks, dip oft and bottle.
Carrying “Guns.”
A Chicagoan’s Experience the Only
Time He Went Armed.
“Carry a gun? No, sir!’ ‘and he
spoke vehemently. “Once was enough
for me. I carried a pistol once, and
that satisfied me for all time to come,
“I know it’s the ambition of the aver-
age young man to ‘carry a gun.’ He
feels ¢afer when he is running around
nights. He puts his hand on his hip
pocket and feels that he 1s secure. But,
my boy, listen to a man who has been
there. - When the proper time comes he
won’t'be in it at all. If he’s in real
tough company he won’t shoot as quick
as the next man, and if he isn’t in
base and shoot when there is no occasion
for it. Then he'll hang or go to the
penitentiary for life.
never thought of harming him.
“But that isn’t my story,
That's only what
taught me.
woe:
‘1 struck Leadville unarmed. I nev-
er had carried a revolver, but somehow
I felt that it was a necessity there. So
I bought one. Then I was all right.
T loaded it carefully, put it in my hip-
pocket and felt that I could walk the
streets in safety. I was armed.
“Well, about eight p. m. that day—
the same day that I had bought that
gun, mind you—as I was passing an
alley I felt something cold against the
side of my head. Pull my gun! No,
sir! I threw up my hands as I was or-
| dered to. TI wasn’t thinking of my gun
at all : 1 was thinking ot the one that
was pressed against my head and won-
dering if it would go off. It didn’t, but
one man held® it there while another
went through me. He took my watch,
my money, and my new gun.
“I remember when he found the lat-
ter he suggested that it was of no use to
me, and I heartily agreed with him,
It wasn’t of the slightest use to me, and
I was willing he should have it, but I
my experience has
Now listen to my tale of
money.
“That's the only time I ever carried a
gun, and the only time I was ever ‘held
up.” Hence my remark that a gun is
of no use to the average man. If he
gets time to use it it’s ten to one that
he’s in company where itisn’t necessary.
If he’s in company where it is, it’s ten
to one he won’t have time to use it, and
tn attempt to doso may give murder
the color of self-defense. The other
man will feel justified in using his. IT
got mine simply for self-protection, and
it didn’ tprotect worth a cent.
ed on a career of crime inside of five
hours,”
-a2t—as--bearers.— Some —ot--the
En C———————————
Idolatry in India.
Captain Crulkihank of the English
army told a story about idlatry in India
lately, say s an exchange. It seems, he
says, as if there were more 1dols than
people in India. They are made of
stone, metal, or wood, and you can see
them unper every shade tree.
It is like reading a chapter from the
Bible to walk about some of the groves.
A few of the temples are built of solid
marble and gold.
The custom of worship is amusing,
‘The devout Idian on reaching the tem-
ple, first rings a bell. That is to notify
the god that heison hand to do busi-
ness, After that ceremony the wor-
shipper repeats his prayers, and then
deposits his offerings. These consist of
rice, grain and cloth. They are after-
ward put into the holy cart and sold.
The priests have no trouble in selling
them, for the holy food is always quoted
“high. Twenty loads of holy food can
be sold in the time it takes to dispose of
a load that has not been to the temple.
The ceremony of putting the gods to
sleep would make a saint laugh. The
worshippers assen:ble in the temple and
blow on horns, yelling and shouting at
the top of their voices. This resembles
an American Indian war-dance, and it is
kept up all night long.
Other ceremonies are as strange, and
the work of civilization does not pro-
gress rapidly. Buddhism did more than
anything ‘else to reform idolatry, but
same old habits. :
An advance set with morals has been
founded, but it will do but little if any
good.
A —————
His Baid Head Won Him a Samoan
: . Wife.
In the book of Mr. Laulli Willis, the
Samoan, whose husband, a contractor,
left Almedia several years ago and has
since been missing, occurs the following
quaint story of how she fell in love with
her husband:
“The first thing I saw when we went
alongside the ship was a white man
funny to me, as I had never seen a bald
headed man before. He was real fat
nice lookiug, but he did not have any
hair on the top of his head; and I got
my brother, who could talk English, to
ask him just as soon as we got aboard,
where was all the hair that belonged on
his head. ' And the white man told him
that he lived in California, and they
did not have any cold weather there,
but bad what they called a ¢glorions eli-
mate,’ and the climate had taken all the
hair off his head.
We got very well acquainted, and I
liked him, because when another white
man kept talking to me this one with
the bald head quarreled with him and
knocked him down so he could not
bother me.
ES
Corselet Bodices.
The corselet bodice iz sean on the trim
| tailor made gown as well as on thse for
the house. These bodices are usually
fastened on the left side under the arm
and are worn with gimps either fail or
laid flat, as is most becoming to the
wearer. They fit the figure quite like a
corset and are sharply peinted or blunt-
ly rounded as may be fancied. The
back has the same number of seams as a
waist proper, but the fronts drawn
smoothly over the lining and shaped by
a single seam down the middie. Thay
are made of all sorts of summer fabrics.
Ee —
Every tissue of the body, every
nerve, bone und musele is made strong-
erand more healthy by taking Hood's |
‘ Sarsaparilla,
tough compan{ he is apt to fly off his’
He’ll have shot:
some one who was unarmed and who |
my boy.
did object to losing my watch and my |
It start- |
the people have drifted back into the |
with a bald head. That looked very |
i Drug Diseases.
| Abstract of a Lecture by Dvd. H. Kel-
logg,of the Battle Creek Sanitarium.
It is a fact that should be understood
by every body, especially invalids, that
remedies used for curing diseases are
quite capable of producing others. Dr.
Willard Parker made a statement over
forty years ago ‘that polypharmacy
has produced far niore diseases. than it
has cured,” and Dr. Liebig said that in
curing diseases by drugs we cured one
disease by producing another. Physi-
cians are coming to realize that former
practices were all wrong. For instance
in fevers the pagent was supposed to
have too much vitality ; that his system
was acting too strongly ; and so the
thing to do was to reduce the patient.
He must be bled until he fainted, then
purged and then vomited, and by ®this
plan the disease was jugulated, “and
sometimes the ' patient, too. Suppose
there was no such thing as disease, then
if I should run a sliver into my hand
there would be no effort on the ‘part of
nature to get rid of it. If nature paid
no attention to a grain of sand in the
eye, by and by our sight would be des-
troyed. If she paid no attention to the
indigestible things taken into the stom-
ach, that organ might become full of
rubbish. What we call disease is sim-
ply a remonstrance on the part of na-
ture against our own wrong doing.
Here is a man who has a bilious attack ?
he has a violent fit of vomiting, by
which stomach is cleared out. Nature
makes him giddy so that he must go to
bed and rest. She takes away his appe-
tite so that he must stop eating, and the
next day he feels better. If he is a wise
man he will profit by the lesson nature
is endeavoring to teach him. Suppose
the man is suffering with fever. What
is the matter? He has been taking in
harmful substances, and nature is turn-
ing her whole attention toward getting
rid of them. There is looseness of the
bowel by which the poisons of the ali-
mentary canal are being carried off.
Even the rise of the temperature is bene-
ficent endeavor to kill the germs which
have produced the disease.
Perhaps the most serious drug disease
is what migh at might be called medi-
cine mania. There are thousands of
people who are taking medicine all the
while, and never think of going a sin-
gle day without some kind of a dose. I
was reading a little incident about a
boy who called at a drug store in De-
troit. He purchased various kinds of
porous plasters, pills, patent medicines,
bitters, etc., a different kind for each
member of the family. A bystander
remarked that they must all be sick up
at his house. He replied : ‘Oh no, we
plaster up and swallow down and are
pretty comfortabie altogether,’
RP ——
A Girls Dressing Table.
A girl's dressing table is the pride of
her room, She may have pretty pic-
tures; a collection of photographs of
her best fellow far exceeding in number
that of her envious girl friends; she
may have a gum board of real rosewood
five dozen sachet bags and a nightgown
case of real Japanese silk ; yet with all
these glories to outshine it, the dressing
table is the pride and the piece de resis-
tence, so to speak, of the room. The
sweetest dressing table is all of glass and
is provided with two shelves, and upper
shelf and a lower shelf. These are of
beveled glass and are held in place by
beautiful gold legs. Another kind of
a dressing table, less expensive, has
simply a beveled glass cover on top,
and is just a plain table elsewhere.
On the top of the table go the silver
manicuring implements, the cellul oid
brush and comb,and the ivory backed
glasses and bushes. Besides this there
rust be the dozens of little fancy boxes,
powder and puffs and bottles of cologne
and perfumery. To make these bottles
more ornamental manufacturers have
supplied cui glass pitchers and odd
shaped things filled wich perfumery of
all colors. One cangus if she be a
dainty miss, and pg dar as to the ap-
pointments of her rgY, have her per-
fumery to match the general color of
the boudoir.
_——Theold “white petticoat” is quite
abolished for either day or evening wear
and, indeed, this is a matter for rejoicing
to those who have laundresses’ bills ‘to
pay, for the destructive powers of the
modern laundress are unequalled, and
fine linen and lace melt away under
her operations as might snow under an
August sunshine.
The flounces of the petticoats either
have the edges pinked out or else finish-
ed with a fine piping cord stitched in on
both sides. The pinking is very light
ang pretty, but not so endurable “as the
cording. The bottom frill, quite a nar-
| TOW oney is fastened to the very edge of
the petticoat, the others laid on the ma-
i terial, or sometimes there will be one
| deep flounce with a lot of narrow ones
| laid on it, but alway the frill at the bot-
| tom of the petticoat, which is long
"enough just to clear the heel of the
i shoe.
How BARNUM Was BARNUMED —A
I good story is told again of P. T. Bar-
num. Some years ago when he was
here with his cirens, a young woman
culled at his office and asked to see him.
{ She wus granted an interview, and told
| him she had a cherry colored cat which
{ she would sell him.” Barnum told her
to bring it and he would give $100 for
it. * The next day she appeared at the of-
fice with a covered basker. Barnum
lifted the lid and found a black cat
inside. “Wheres the cherry cat?”
| said he. “Why, that's tha one,” said
| the young woman, “a black cherry
teat,” Barnum banded ber $100, {old
{ ber to leave and gave orders never to
| admit hér again. It was probably the
| first and last time ‘he was sod at his
{own game,
Err ———
|
| porary suspension of traffic on the Penn.
[sylvania Railroad. While a freight
train was passing the farm of M. K.
| Myton, above . Huntingdon, Pa., a
| swarm séttled in the cab of the engine,
driving the engineer and fireman from
their posts. After the tran had been
| stopped, a long: line of freight trains
was kept waiting until the owner got
{ the bees out. There were more than a
"bushel in the swarm.
A swarm of bees caused a tem- |
Bad Luck Comes Fast.
The McGrattin Household Nearly Wip-
ed Out.
PrrrrBurG, Pa., July 16.— Death
has seldom pursued a single household
more relentlessly or in such suddenly
shifting forms than was the case with
Charles McGrattin’s family yesterday
and to day.
McGratiin has been the keeper of ga
boarding house at Rankin station, near
Braddock. He missed one of his board.
ers last evening. David Bell, a Carrie
Furnace iron worker, did not return to
supper. A short search revealed Bell's
naked body afloat in the Monongahela
River. Whether he had died aceident-
ally while bathing or committed suicide
was not known, though he had been
drinking bard of late. This was death
number one in McGrattin’s household.
Two heurs latter a lamp exploded in
McGrattin’s house, and two of his chil-
dren, Robert and harles, aged 7 and
10 years respectively, who were sleeping
at the time, were burned up with the
house.
This morning, about daylight, Harr
Rowe and Peter Knee, who boarded
with McGrattin, went to the ruins to
look for some of their effects. While.
searching in the debris a brick chimney
fell on them, almost instantly killing
Rowe and fatally injuring Knee. :
Dr. Cope, who was called to dress the
wounds of Peter Knee, was driving home,
this morning when his horse ran away
and wrecked the vehicle. The doctor
was thrown out injured so badly that he
may die. [fso, it will make the sixth
fatality in this remarkable series, as
Peter Knee died about 1 o'clock this
morning. The accidents have created
intense excitement in the vicinity, and a
large crowd surrounds the rains,
Hints to Sheep Growers.
At a recent farmers’ institute in Wis-
consin the following good points of
sheep growers were brought out by
practical farmers: A farmer who has
been a sheep grower for any length of
time has invariably been a success fi-
nancially, Mutton should be the first
consideration, wool the second ; the
market is asked for a better class of
mutton, and is willing to pay a good
price for it. Upon the ordinary farm
four cents per pound will pay the cost
of growing, and all more than this is
profit. The Merino and down breeds are
both good, but the highest profit goes
lo the credit of the Southdown. Good
mutton is mutton is made by good food;
ensilage is one of the best of foods, bet-
ter than dry feed, but a mixed ration
is best for sheep, as for all other stock.
Sheep do not need a warm stable, but
a dry one, and must be protected from
storms.
EE ——
——1In the side show of the Fore-
paugh circus, which exhibited at De-
troit recently, is a snake charmer, and
the principal pet 1s a boa constrictor
eighteen feet long, called “Old Niek,”
on account of its wicked disposition,
When the side show was over one
night, Harry Prince, who has charge
of the snakes, was left toewreplace them
in their cage in the menagerie tent.
Later a teamster heard a groan in the
tent, and found Prince black in the face
and nearly strangled with five coils of
Old Nick around him. Cowboys were
summoned from the big tent, who las-
soed the boa coustrictor. They re-
leased Prince after slashing the snake
several times, and the “charmer” was
restored to consiousness,
t AE ————
OLD HarvesTErs.—Note has just
been taken of a number of aged people
who worked in the field in Lebanon
county during haymaking and harvest-
ing. John N. Hampton, aged ninety-
three, of Granville, mowed half an acre
of grass in a day, and next day walked
a mile and picked a bucket of cherries.
Mrs. ‘Jonathan Hoffman, of Shartles-
ville, is eighty-five years old, and work-
ed in the harvest field. George Gilbert,
in his eighty-ninth year, a farmer living
near Douglassville, spent several days in
the harvest field. Jacob Behley and
Benjamen Schlear, who are both seven-
ty-seven years old, cut grain with cra -
dles and gathered and bound the wheat
into sheaves during the entire day, near
Windsor Castle,
Preeism MonstrosiTiES. — Isaac
Parker, a farmer living on the Mount
Holly road, in Burlington county, N.
J., has a sow that has just given birth
to a litter of seven pigs, and every one
of them is a monstrosity. One has but
two legs, a second has three, a third
has its pedal extremities intact, but 1s
blind, a fourth is minus its candal ap-
pendage, and thus in some manner all
are horrible deformed. They are all
doing well and are exceedingly lively,
notwithstanding that ‘they are much
inconvenienced by their affliction. The
mother is a large, healthy and well-
developed sow. The cause of deformity
is attributed to too close breeding.
How is this for ‘a matrimonial
advertisement? “A stanp eolledior, the
possessor of a collection of 12,544
stamps, wishes to marry a lady who is
an ardeut collector and the possessor
of the blue penny statnp of Mauritius,
issued in 1847." It appears in the
Moniteur of the island of Mauritius,
and the stamp which the young lady
must. possess 1s valued at about $1,000
| on account of its rarity.
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~—A floating rock is one of the
wonders ot Corea. lt stands, or seems
to stand, in front of the paluce erected
in its honor. Tt is an irregular cube of
great bulk. Ttappears to be resting on
the ground, free from support on all
sides, but strange to say, two men on
opposite ends of a rope may pass it un-
der the stone without encountering any
obstacles whatever.
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—— Waiter—I expect you to pay in
advance, sir. paw
Guest— What do you mean ?
Waiter—No offense, sir, whatever ;
but the last gentleman who ate here got
a bone in his throat and died without
paying, and the boss took it out of my
wages,