Duel. Bellefonte, Pa., May 8, 1896. e— A DANDELION. 0, golden heart a-gleaming in the grass On a fair morn o’ May, 1 stoop to touch you softly as I pass Along the common way, Thinking of one blue-cloud and white-sky day, When, free from vexing care, I pulled and curled your stems in childish play, And wove them in my hair ; Or breathed across your phantom seedsphere there With wonder and delight To see you, spirit-like, rise in the air And vanish out of sight ; Believing while I watched your shining flight, The brooding, blessed Power, Mysterious and silent as the light, Would bring you back, a flower. Ab, sweet child-trust that bides through sun and 7 shower, In wisdom all unskilled ; After long storms will come a fateful hour ‘When it shall be fulfilled. Hope's winged seeds, through all the years un- chilled, Bloom in the wayside grass, ! The flower comes back and with heart strangely thrilled We bless it as we pass, —Anne L. Muzzey in New York Sun COMMANDER OF THE DISTRICT. Behind the coast line of West Africa, from the Gambia, to the Congo lies a wild country of dense forest and dismal swamp, intersected here and there by sluggish riv- ers and shallow lagoons. Although the Portuguese, Dutch and English have.trad- ed along the coast for more than four hun- dred years, civilization has but slightly touched the savage inhabitants of the inter- ior, and ‘‘battle, murder and sudden death,” the ‘Ju Ju’ of fetich worship, with its horrible rites of human sacrifice, and in many places cannibalism, are preva- lent. . In British dominions a few district com- missioners and other officers in charge of small detachments of haussas, who are Mohammedan black troops, maintain, or struggle to maintain, some kind of order along the frontier, among many thousands of savages, Now it happened that one morning in April Captain Wayne, in command of a dozen haussas, sat on the veranda of his house, which was situated near the head- waters of a muddy river on the frontier of the Gold Coast and the Shantee country, and looked across the misty landscape that lay before him. By and by as the sun rose the mist gathered itself together into heavy wreaths and rolled away to seek a hiding place until nightfall among the swamps, leaving open to view mile after | mile of dense forest that stretched away to the blue line of distant mountains on the northern horizon, while near at hand three winding rivers and a wide lagoon lay glit- tering in the early sunshine. The captain lay wearily back in his chair, haggard and sallow-faced from constant attacks of the malarial fever, the scourge of the land, and oppressed by the intense loneliness, for he had seen no white man for more than a year. Instead of the slight coolness that might have been hoped for in the morning breeze, the air was hot and heavy with the smell of vegetation rotting in the swamps and the river mud. At this moment Akoo, sergeant of haus- sas, came up the stairway leading to the veranda, and saluting the officer, said : “Bushman come in, sah, bring little word, say Karsro people chop two men, make Ju Ju,” “Hang the Kasro people,” said the cap- tain aside. “‘I must stop the Ju Ju sacri- fice, and yet if there’s any blood-shed it will mean the sending up of an expedition and unending trouble. Akoo, get 10-men ready, rifles and 20 rounds of ammuni- tion.” * The sergeant saluted as he went away, and shortly afterward a bugle call rang out and Captain Wayne, weak and trembling from fever, marched into the forest at the head of his men. Tall, splendidly develop- ed negroes from the far north, staunch Mussulmans, lighter in color and in every way superior to the coast {Fibes, the haus sas will follow their white officers with a | courage and devotion equal to that of any | of her majesty ’s troops. | Meaptime in the Shantee town of Kasro, | a great Ju Ju feast was being held, at which the chief adrainistered justice, and various rites were performed by the fetich men to propitiate their gods. The mud- | built, palm-thatehed huts lay in rows he- neath the shade of feathery palm trees around a great open square. In the center of this, beneath the shade of a huge tree consecrated to the Ju Ju or fetich gods, sat | Chief Karso, attired in a cast-off steamboat | oflicer’s uniform and a dragoon’s brass hel- met. Over his head stretched the spread- ing arms ot the tree from which hung long strings of charms, human skulls, bones, sharks’ teeth, leopards’ claws, and similar odds and ends, the symbol of the fetich au- thority, for over native warfare, trade, and justice, or rather injustice, the Ju Ju man - reigns supreme. Round the chief stood rows of native warriors, naked with the ex- ception of a narrow-strip of cloth round the loins, while the whole of the square was: filled by an excited crowd of men and women, equally scantily attired, singing and dancing in groups round a crouching musician tapping the native skin drum, firing their long flintlock guns in the air or reeling about hopelessly intoxicated with palm wine. Two stalwart slaves held a large umbrella, the symbol authority, over the chief’s head, while on either side stood a Ju Ju man to act as counsellor, as the chief dismissed, one after another, the trembling prisoners who awaited his sen- tence. Lying on the ground, bound hand and foot with palm fiber, were two men evidently of a different tribe, entirely naked, their black skins shining as the per- spiration beads rose on them, for they were purposely placed in the fierce glare of the sun, and smudged the stripes of white clay * with which they were daubed. When the last criminal was led trem- bling away, the two Ju Ju priests advanc- ed toward a fire of scented wood, round which lay a number of brass vessels ; and as the chief raised his hand a bloodthirsty roar broke from the excited crowd; while the guards dragged forward the white-paint- ed victims, and loosening their bands, placed one on either side of the fire. A huge naked negro with a necklace of bones now advanced, a heavy straight sword in his band, while the priests -threw armfuls of an aromatic wood on the fire, so that the whole square was filled with the odor. The executioner stepped forward and swung hissword round his head, while a fresh howl like that of a pack of hungry wolves burst from the crowd, when the chief rose | the iron head of the spear. ‘compound, and, after holding out a letter, to his feet and ordered him to desist. Toward the outside of the square the crowd was shouting, pushing and strug- gling and a few moments later fell away right and left, while down the clear age came Captain Wayne at the head of 10 haussas with fixed bayonets. His Karki uniform was torn and plastered with mud, and the captain, between weakness and fever, could scarcely stand erect. But keeping himself in hand by a desperate ef- fort, he walked up to the two shivering wretches and laid his hand on the nearest ; then, turning to the chief, he said in his own tongue : “I demand these men in the name of the White Queen.” There was a roar of fury from the crowd, while the chief, wavidg his hand for silence, said : “I wish you no harm. Go in peace, for I de- sire no war with the White Queen ; but it is not good to meddle with the gods of the Shantee. Wherefore go while you are safe, before my people tear you limb from limb.” . “Though we are but one white man and 10 haussas, yet every one of us who die will kill 10 of you people. Also the arm of the queen is long, and afterward the troops will come and burn your town and stamp it flat.” As he spoke the captain fixed his eyes on the chief’s face, and the chief lowered his head and moved uneasily then he whispered for a little with his Ju Ju priests. At length he lifted his hand and said ; ‘your words are good ; take the men and go in peace.” At the heard of his troops the captain turned and faced the angry crowd, the prisoners, now unbound, standing between two files of haussas. In front and on every side surged a furious mob, shouting and shaking their barbed spears and flintlock guns, . “Fix bayonets, haussas—march !”’ called the captain as he drew his revolver, and the angry negroes fell aside on either side of the glistening steel and the calm, un- moved man. So they passed slowly and deliberately through the village, while the natives howled and shook their spears and guns, none daring to strike the first blow. The captain’s heart thumped and his breath came in thick gasps through his parched mouth and throat, for he knew that the slightest accident would provoke a bloody encounter, in which every man of the little party would be wiped out after which the colony would have to undertake a little expedition in punishment that would cost much money and blood. How. ever, coolness and the courage won the day, and they reached the last hut scathless. Here the crowd swept upon them with a rush, but stopped when the bright steel held by the unmoved haussas lay within an inch of their naked- breasts, and one savage, stooping under the line of bayonets, drovea light bayonet into the captain’s leg. Instantly the latter raised his revolver and moved his arm until the bead of the fore- sight rested on the center of the black fore: head. Another instant and a fierce light and the subsequent annihilation of the party would have fcllowed, but the self- control of the officer was equal to the occa- sion. He lowered his revolver, and stoop- ing down, broke off the haft of the fight spear ; then he called out ; “I will come again with more soldiers for that man haus- sas—advance.”’ | The troopers took a step forward, and as the bayonets pricked their flesh the crowd opened up on either side and the little band marched out of the village. With clenched teeth the captain held his place until they were out of sight among the trees’; then the reaction of the strain set in. and, weak and broken down with fever and the pain of his wound, he pitched forward head foremost into a clump of the fragrant African lilies. How he regained the station he never knew, but the faithful Haussas, who would follow an officer they admire down into Hades if he bade them, after much difficulty at last carried him in- to his room, where he lay for many hows in a troubled sleep. Awakening, he found himself burning | with fever, ina room which had the tem- perature of an oven, while through the open window little draughts of air like the | breath of a furnace played in and out. Calling Sergeant Akoo, who had faithful- | | ly watched every moment while he slept, | to raise him, he passed his hand down his | till fingers touched Now, there are many kinds of West African spears ; afew carry a merciful leaf-shaped head, wounded thigh his but many have points covered with cruel | | barbs and hooks, so that [it is impossible to pluck them” out. once in the flesh one that lay cankering in the captain's leg ac nf. 1 Jv > HA -1 eth + was of a curiously develish kind, fashioned like a double corkscrew, and, driven in with a twist, could not be drawn out. “Akoo,”” said the captain, “bring in two | privates to hold my hands—and my big | hunting-knife.”” When they came, neither groaned nor lost consciousness till the ghastly operation | was over, then his Lead dropped forward ’ and he swooned away, while his trusty ! “By | the heard of the prophet,” said Sergeant | followers stopped the flow of blood. Akoo, in the vernacular, “but that is a | man.’ Next morning the captain sent a trooper | a hnndred miles through the forest to ask | that a relief might be sent ; then he lay day after day in a canvas chair on the veranda, alternately shivering and burning with fev- er, and unable to move on account of his in- jured leg, which obstinately refused to heal. One weary week succeeded another, while the captain watched the white mists roll away at dawn, and the sun rise and shine all day with a pitiless heat out of a cloud- less sky. The same panorama of solemn forest and glistening river stretched itself before his weary eyes, until his heart was as sick as his fevered body, and he feared his brain would give way. Meanwhile, Sergeant Akoo, who could neither read nor write, patrolled the country, and ruled as asupreme monarch many thousands of na- tives ; but the messenger never returned. Then one day a bushman came in by nignt with a letter from the nearest government station to say that a wounded Haussa with a handful of cast-iron pot-leg shot into his body had one day dragged himself to the turned over and died ; faithful unto death, for this is the nature of the Mohammedan soldier. The message -had been forwarded to headquarters, and the reply now reach- ed the captain. : Calling a trooper to raise him, he broke the seal and read that no relief could be sent for.some time, as there was no officer available, but he had- full authority to abandon the post for the time being, if his health necessitated such a course. Now the captain was a simple man, not given to any heroics, but he had lived so long away from white men that he had no thought but the well-being of his district. ; 80 he said, for these dwellers in lonely wilds soon to think aloud : ‘It is a temptation. If I stay here I shall go out before the rains, and if I go there will be war, gor- geous war, between two or three of the chiefs, and the government will send up an expedition and the district will be broken up forever. No—I must stay and keep The | mortification. The event is with Allah, as Akoo says.”’ He dispatched another messenger, beg- ging that an officer from a peaceable dis- trict should be sent, as the post could not be left. Then the weary waiting com- menced again, and the dreary stifling days had to be faced somehow, with heat and fever, constant suffering from the wound and dreadful loneliness. Still the captain held on, giving the sergeant fresh orders every morning, and listening to his reports of the day’s work in the evening, while he daily grew thinner and more haggard ; a miserable handful of bones and feeble flickering life, doing his small share in up- holding the supremacy of our great em- ire. - > But no reply arrived from head-quarters, and at length Sergeant Akoo paused one morning before he called out his men and said: “No book (letter) come, sah ; bushman chop Haussa and ’teal him letter, but captain send more book and Haussa fit to go.” ‘‘No,”” said the captain,”’ I can’t have my men cut off one by one, neither can I purchase relief with, the death of my troop- ers. Did not King David say something of the kind about the water from the well of Bethlehem, which is beside the gate— the price of brave men’s blood ? Then he worried and tried experiments to see if his brain was losing its power, while the black sergeant and his troopers represented her majesty’s government and maintained the queen’s peace on the fron- tier. By and by the rains came, and the cap- fain’s couch had to be moved inside ; for the whole air was filled with the falling water, the rivers overflowed and every swamp was turned into a lake, while the house was filled with a steam that reeked of fever and dysentery. So the commis- sioner lay through the weary weeks listen- ing to the constant roar of water on the roof, and the murmur of the flooded river, growing weaker and weaker, yet fighting a grim fight against despair and insanity. At last the long-expected relief arrived, and the incoming . officer found a ghastly, fever worn skeleton that gazed at him with glittering eyes and whispered in.a hoarse voice : ‘‘Thank God! I’ve kept the sta- tion ;’’ then collapsed and lay speechless and silent, a wreck of what had once been a man. Next morning, under command of Ser- geant Akoo, eight bearers left the station carrying Captain Wayne in a hammock, and for 14 days they stumbled along, through great forests of cottonwood and mahogany trees, wading among dismal swamps, paddling across broad lagoons and down solitary river reaches. Now they journeyed all day by canoe through strange tunnel-like “hed among the man- grove trees, th hy dry land through patches of plumbedswamp grass that met above their heads, or through forest glades where the ground lay carpeted by the fra- grant African iily. But the gaunt figure in the hammock saw none of these things, and the glitter- ing eyes opened only when Sergeant Akoo raised the sufferer’s head, and poured a few spoonfuls of food or drops of brandy down his throat. Sixteen days after the captain left his station three men sat in the long bare room of a trader’s house, built on high piles, looking over the seat at Axim. The windows were wide open, and through them you could see, beneath the arches of the palm branches, the boundless stretch of the Atlantic, and a long yellow beach, where the great blue rollers broke in sheets of snowy foam ; while the roar of the serf, and the smell of flowers, burning wood, rattling leaves, and mud, which is the breath of the Dark Continent, came in with every passing puff of hot air Lying on a canvas couch under the win- dow was the wasted figure of Captain Wayne, who opened his eyes as the doctor leaned over him, and smiled as he mur- mured, ‘You are very kind—yes, I’m het- ter alrcady—and I'm going home to-mor- row—don’t forget to signal for the steamer to eall. . “Then lie down and keep quiet,” said the doctor. “We'll signal for the steamer?’ —here he leaned over and called out to the krooboys, ‘Hoist the 'teamer flag, Fry pan, and fire-cun when ’teamer live,” then withdrew to a corner, and the three men talked in whispers. trader. “He cannot live till they reach San Leone; and may die hefove the steamer ar- | rives here. gone through : na,’ Here they iaughed softly, for the doctor had waged for years a grim fight with fever and dysentery, cholera and guinea-worm, | to say nothing of pot-shots from Shantecs on the frontier. “Poor fellow,’ said the trader, “he did i his best—Tom, it’s Sunday afternoon ; see if you can’t get a tune out of the piano, if itlsnabrusted to bits and the kroo-hoys | haven’t stolen the wire.” | The third person arose, and sitting down | to the broken instrument struck a few low enough to kill 10 men like | cords, then after various snatches of topical song which had reached the coast, began slowly an old-fashioned tune to the Magni- ficat. The doctor and his companion at first laughed ; church music was new on the coast, but as the player gaining confi- dence in the instrument, drew out the solemn music, the smile died away and they took off their hats. Chord after chord the sweet old tune rang out, while the thoughts of the listeners passed over leagues of ocean, and they saw again the sweet English meadows or the purple Scottish moor, with its glory of gorse and heather. The deep thunder of the surf seemed not a disturbing element, but a fitting accom- paniment, and as the crimson light of the. westing sun shone upon his face, the sick man beckoned the faithful sergeant to raise him in his couch. So he lay, gazing west- ward, with the light bringing a ruddy glow to the ghastly cheeks, listening, while a tear trickled slowlv out of the sunken eyes. Was he thinking of the distant country he had served so faithfully and loved so well ? No one knew, for as the last chord of the “amen” died away the tired head drooped forward and he turned to the wall, and so passed away. To where beyond these voices there is peace. Then a deep silence fell upon the room, and Sergeant Akoo bent down and drew the sheet over the pallid face, saying as he did go, ‘Allah akbar—God is great—by the beard of the prophet, these English be men.”” Two days later, when the R. M. S. Benguela passed, there was no signal flying for her to stop, and only a low mound and and a rough wooden cross showed that an- other of the brave spirits who daily lay down their lives in lonely forest and fever haunted swamp had gone to its place.— Chamber’s Journal. ——We know that we always get a spark from A match. But that leaves us still in the dark ; For, when it’s courtship the case is reversed— We then get a match from a spark. them in order—and face the fever and the ® On New York Herald, ‘Has he any chance, doctor ¥’ said the | Think of what the man has | To Better the Schools. Both in New York city and Philadel- phia there is a healthy agitation in prog- ress that has for its purpose the bettering of the system of instruction’ in the public schools by lopping off some of the higher branches or luxuries and making the pri- mary education more effective and com- plete, to meet the wants of the great mass of pupils who leave the schools early in their teens to become breadwinners. Weé acknowledge the receipt of a very interest- ing address on the subject by Mr. A. M. Spangler, a school official who has had long experience in educational matters, before the Philadelphia board of education. The point urged by Mr. Spangler is that the common school course is overcrowded, and as a consequence enough time cannot be given to the teaching of the important pri- mary branches. To secure the best re- sults, he urges, there is a necessity for the curtailment or modification of the present graded course of study. Of the 132,000 pupils in the public schools of Philadelphia, 92,000 are in the primary or secondary course, and not many of them go beyond these grades. The great majority leave school before the close of the secondary course. Says Mr. Spangler : It is not that the parents would not pre- fer to have them continue their school life, or that the children are weary of it, but because mainly the limited incomes of the parents forbid. . Most of the large boys are put to trades, or employment of some kind is found for for theservice they render. The girls are either needed at home, or positions are sought for them in stores or factories. Quite a good many become typewriters or bookkeepers, while others engage in some of the various callings which of late years have furnished paying situations for so many of the sex. What is said here of Philadelphia is equally true of the 60,000 pupils in the public schools of Pittsburg and Allegheny. What"Mr. Spangler is concerned about is providing these thousands of boys and girls, own livelihood before they have fairly en- tered their teens, with a rounded system of instruction that will meet the demands of the active life on which they are en- gaging. ‘‘We’ cannot,” he says, “‘supply them with money capital, but we can, with proper effort, give them a much bet- ter outfit than they have hitherto been get- ting, and which in many cases may, and no doubt will, prove more beneficial to them than would money. vide them with situations, but we can give them such strong and influential recom- mendations as come under the important heads of good reading, correct spelling, rapid and legible penmanship, plain com- position, a knowledge of the multiplication table and the principles of its congeners, addition, subtraction and division. These are the qualifications which, coupled with honesty, industry and obedience, are the almost certain guarantees of success. They are the qualifications sought for by em- ployers, and which, when found, are most likely to win the way of their possessors to position, promotion and remunerative yy. This is the revolution in our public school methods Mr. Spangler aims at, and we have no question it has occupied the thought and attention of all interested in the best methods of education by the state, whether in New York, Pittsburg or Philadelphia. He makes a plea for sim- plicity in topics and common sense teach- ing. He opposes the grinding and cram- ming processes. He ridicules putting through the mill a given quantity of juven- ile humanity for “the high school class.” The smattering inflicted on the vast ma- jority of pupils, who have but a few yéars to spend at school at the best, is ridiculed as worse than useless. He would establish correct spelling, rapid and legible penman- ship and a knowledge of figures. Asan a large business college in Philadelphia was cited to the effect that of 1.200 boys | admitted to the business college, could cor- | rectly write a letter. Their spelling was equally bad, and in this latter respect the children who had been educated in | a similar character were cited from | cities, showing school graduates to grapple with simple to essentials. Public sentiment, Spangler maintained, is practically unan- imous in favor of the reforms he “enumer- ates. We have not space to go fully into portance demands, but in all American | cities 16 is just now receiving the consider- | ation of thoughtful and intelligent educa- | | tors, and the great body of teachers ave { pronounced in their opinions. The stufiing | process as to pupils at the expense of their i’ real needs in going into the world is what {is the matter all along the line.— Post. Homeopathists Will Meet. | On Tuesday, May 19, the tenth semi- ical society of Central Pennsylvania will be held at the Bush house, Bellefonte. It is expected that there will be about fifty physicians in attendance, among them be- ing Drs. Smith and Maust, ofLock Haven The following named instructors are also expected to be present : Dr. Carl C. Visch- er, of Philadelphia, demonstrator on sur- gery ; Dr. Pratt, of Chicago, professor of surgery ; Drs. Charles Mohr and Frank Buch, of Philadelphia, and Dr. Edward M. Evans, of Baltimore. During the session there will be papers read from the several bureaus as follows : Clinical medicine—Drs. Locke, Wesner, Taylor and Scheurer. Pathology—Drs. Hall, Burnley. Obstetrics—Drs. Smith, Maust. Gynweeology—+Drs. Books, Morrow and Baker. 2 Material medica—Drs. and Piper. Surgery—Drs. Cheney, Sharbaugh, Prin- gle and Heinbach. The session will close with a banquet. Reinhold and Walters and Haag, Bigelow Information. Traveler (to native)—Can you tell me haw far I am from Creamtown ? Native—About 24,200 miles. Traveler—Impoessible. Native—I mean if you keep on the way you are going. If you turn around and go back it’s only about amile.—7%d-Bits. ———Nine thousand maple trees will be cut up this Summer on the upper Kenne- bec River, Maine, to furnish material for filling an order for 1,500,000 blocks for shoe lasts. them that will pay something in return ; most of whom leave school to earn their | ‘We cannot Pro in lieu of its simplicity and thoroughness in a few essentials, suchas good reading, | illustration of the poor results of the pres- | ent method the testimony of a professor in | and girls, most of whom had attended the ! Philadelphia public school, not one, when | the’ country school took the lead. Instances of | other | the incapacity of high problems necessary to suceess in life. Time | was wasted on fads that should have gone | Mr. | the subject as he presents it or as its im- | annual meeting of the Homeopathic med- | The Shah of Persia. A monarch of an almost unique kind is dead. The Shah of Persia was shot Thurs- day April 30th while entering a shrine in ‘the neighborhood of his capital. Even this comparatively unimportant Asiatic realm seems not to be free from fanatical assas- sins. There may be no Anarchists in that part of the earth, for they, indeed, seem to be a product of our more intellectual West- ern world, wherein men become perplexed by the problems of political economy ; yet religion, which also shows a certain capaci- ty for disordering the human mind is not absent in the East. The Shah’s ‘assassin is said to have been such a fanatic, though no real motive is given for the deed, and we are led to believe that it was a mere out- burst of individual craziness. The ques- tion of most moment to the rest of the world is the selection of a successor to the murdered monarch. There are rival claimants to the throne, one of whom is ac- counted to have Russian, the other English sympathies. These two Powers have been at cross purposes to some extent at Teheran for many years, each desiring to strengthen its own influence in the Shah’s country. Unfortunately, the heir presumptive ac- cording to Persian law is the Russian ally, a most unenlightened man: His rival to the throne, though older than his pro-Rus- sian brother, is the result of a marriage which is reckoned to be morganatic, and his chances are less good. He is a liberal- minded man, inclined towards things which are English. He has the further ad- vantage, it is said, of being more popular with the Persians than his brother. There are predictions in some quarters that there may be a revolution, and it is possible, of course, that England and Russia may come into diplomatic conflict with each other he- fore the question of succession is satisfac- torily settled. Active intervention by either Power is, of course, very improbable, as this would be a violation of internation- dient from whatever standpoint the sub- Ject may be viewed. Hamilton Disston Dcad. The Weli Known Manufacturer Found in His Bed a Corpse. 2 > ‘ SL Hamilton Disston, the well known poljti- cal leader and business man, Philadel- phia, was found dead by his wife y sterday morning in a spare room of the Disston mansion, at the northeast corner of Broad and Jefferson streets. On Wednesday he was apparently in fair health, although he had not regained the vigor sapped by an at- tack.of typhoid pneumonia last year. He was, moreover, in very good spirits, and no apprehension of any serious illness was felt, and the possibility of sudden death was not even thought of. On Tuesday, when he visited his down town office, in the Bullitt building, he complained of a sense of fatigue and some pain in the region of the heart, but astri- buted both to an unusual press of duties. During that day he communicated with his office, by phone, and on Wednesday ful- filled an out of town engagement, re- turning during the afternoon. Wednesday night he and his wife went to the theatre, and after the play dined with the Mayor and Mrs. Warwick at the Bellevue. Upon their return he went to bed in one of the spare rooms of the house. Yesterday morning E. F. Steck, his private secretary, called at the house, and Mrs. Disston, ac- companied by Mr. Steck, went to his room, and found him dead. A physician who was summoned declared he had been dead for three hours, and gave the cause as heart disease. Hamilton Disston was a son of Henry | Disston, who was the largest manufacturer of saws and files in the United States. Since the death of Henry Disston the busi- ness has been carried on by his four sons. A Busy Doctor's Blunder, Explanations Were in Medicine. Order, and the Boy Got the department of a Boston hospital during one | of the attending doctor’s busiest days. The physician recognized him as a patient who . ed for an affection of the car. “I come to’—began the hoy. “Yes, Yes, I know,” interrupted the | doctor, who wasin a hurry. “I see you are better. Sit down there quick and DI1 attend to your case.”’ “But I'’—remonsirated the boy, as he rose from the chair into which the doctor had gently thrust him. “There, there, now,” commanded the doctor. ‘No fussing ! Sit still there.”’ I Now, the doctor in charge of that clinic { has an awe inspiring manner, and the bay, | though still attempting to object, was | | jected into his ear. “Very much improved,” remarked the | doctor. “Here,” as he handed him a pre- I'scription, ‘‘take these pills three times a day and come agein next week.” | me,” said the boy. ‘‘It’s my brother. { He's gone off to the ball game, and 1 come | to get his medicine.” | “Why didn’t you say so hefore 2 asked i the doctor rather sharply. | “Cause I couldn’t,”” replied the small boy with a grin. the students who were assisting at his clinie joined in the laugh against himself and re- marked : _/*“That’s a case of mistaken py. '—Youth’s Companion. on philanthro- In the town of Warriors-mark lives James Chamberlain and wife, keepers of probably the most remarkable hostelry in the state. But the history of the keepers is by far more remarkable. Mr. Chamber- lain was 85 years of age on St. Patricks day, and Mus. Chamberlain was 80 no less than two weeks ago. They are both natives of the State, and for the past 55 years have officiated as host and hostess of the Cham- berlain hotel, always kept in the same house, and looking much-now as it did when they took charge more than a half century ago. ——The Philadelphia Zimes expresses our sentiments when it says : “Whether the Democrats shall be the victors or van- quished in the Presidential battle of 1896, they could have no cleaner, better candi- date than Robert E. Pattison. He is for honest money, honest government, honest politics an® “honest administration. The party that fails with such a candidate and such a platform can fight hopeful battles in the future. -—The good citizen should shun the lib- ertine as he would a rattlesnake. The lat- ter is much less dangerous. —If you would always be healthy, keep your blood pure with Hood’s Sarsapa- rilla, the One True Blood Purifier. ~al law and at the same time very inexpe- | A small boy appeared at the eye and ear | had been coming for some time to be treat- | again pushed into the chair, and what | | seemed like a pint of warm water was in- | “But there ain’t nothing the matter with | And then the doctor, seeing the smiles of | FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. For very tiny tots, the old-fashioned sun-bonnet is revived ; they are much shirred, and have, as of old, the regulation curtain hanging over the neck, thus com- bining comfort with the quaint and pic- turesque. The neat collars and cuffs now being worn by women are certainly attractive and add an air of smartness to the plainest gown. Green and purple are by far the most fashionable shades of the season. Fluffy bangs, and even the coquettish waves that so graciously conceal the im- perfections of an ugly forehead, are, as ell as the girl that wears them, out of date. The mannish girl is at the height of fash- ion, and she is astounding thousands of her Pine sisters by parting her hair at the side. Absolute severity and simplicity is the motto of the new hair-dressing. “Twist or coil or braid or do whatever you will with your back hair, so long as the result is modest and inconspicuous, but under no circumstances must you venture to impart a feminine curl to the front locks. Lady Helen Stewart has set the fashion over in England, and her titled friends who are trying to look as well as Lady Helen does are renouncing all connection with the stereotyped frizzes that serve as the badge of English royalty. American women are beginning to take up the fad, and the tailor-made girl of the coming sum- mer promises to be a model of congruity, with the addition of her mannish little hats and her hair newly parted at the side. The new fashion may not be positively becoming to those who are afflicted with straight locks,