Bellefonte, Pa., July 3I, 1896. IN POVERTY STREET. It'« dirty, ill smelling, It's fellows the same, With hardly a dwelling Deserving the name ; It’s noisy and narrow, With angles replete— Not straight as an arrow Is Poverty Street. Its houses are battered, Unheated and small, While children all tattered Respond to the call. There's nothing inviting That's likely to greet The stranger alighting In Poverty Street. But something redeeming Lies under it all— Ambition ix dreaming In some little hall ; Some mother is praying Successes may meet The boy who ix playing In Poverty Street. Some fathers, depriving Themselves of all joys, Are valiantly striving For sake of their boys : Some sisters or brothers, In sacrifice sweet, Are living for others In Poverty Street. Though lacking in glory, And lacking in art, There's many a story Appeals to the heart ; And years that are blighting With tales of defeat Find heroes still fighting In Poverty Street.—Chicago Post. THE LOST WATCH. In the course of a certain complicated business transaction Mr. Selby came into possession of a very fine old-fashioned Eng- lish watch. It had a double gold case and the finest chronicler balance movement. The man from whom he obtained it as- “sured Mr. Shelby that it cost $500 and was as fine a timekeeper as was ever produced in the United Kingdom. Quite naturally Mr. Shelby prized this watch in proportion to its intrinsic value and admirable time- keeping qualities—He never tired of dis- playing to friends the peculiar construc- tion and superior workmanship of his rare treasure. He would press a spring and remove the outside case, laying it aside with a smile, as much as to say, ‘‘There, already, is the full value of one of your cheap American watches I” Then he would pry dpen the inner case with his penknife and with the greatest care lift upon its hinges the plate bearing the movement and point admiring- ly to the jeweled chronometer works. “Did you ever see a movement like that 2”? he would exclaim, and then, as his friends crowded around, he would let the works back into place, declaring that he could’ trust no man’s breath except his own among such delicate wheels and springs. And yet Mr. Selby would not wear a chain for the further protection of his val- uable watch. He had never carried a chain with his old silver watch, yet he had never lost that. Why then, should he go to the expense of buying a chain suitable for the chronometer balance >—Besides Mr. Selby had got into the habit of not wear- ing a watch chain, and as he was a man who was very set in his way he actually shrank from making any new departure of this sort. So he went about with the Eng- lish watch loose in his vest pocket, and in reply to his wife’s frequent reminder that he ought to buy a watch chain, he always replied, ‘‘Mrs. Selby, I know how to take care of a watch.” Nevertheless Mr. Selby had some misfor- tunes with his chronometer which might have been prevented even by the use of a cheap, steel chain. One day he and Mrs: Selby were washing the plants in the bath- tub, which was half full of water. Sud- denly, as Mr. Selby leaned over to pick up a geranium pot, the big watch slipped from his pocket, splashed into the water and sank to the bottom of the tub. Mr. Selby dropped the geranium pot, which fell into the water, deluging him from head to foot and sinking directly on top of the watch. When the latter was at last rescued Mr. Selby held it to his ear with a trembling hand. “I thought you said you knew how to take care of a watch ?”’ remarked Mrs. Sel- by, with a tinge of sarcasm in her tone. ‘So I do’’ replied Mr. Selby, with justi- fiable pride, ‘‘its going yet.”’ Another time Mr. and Mrs. Selby were in New York city for a week’s shopping. One day on Broadway Mr. Selby stopped and pulled out his watch to see if it was time to go to luncheon. His action was rather hasty, and unfortunately the ring - slipped from his finger, and the ponderous watch fell on the pavement. Immediately it divided "itself into three portions. The outside case came off and rolled in one direction, the inside case burst open and rolled in another, and the precious chronometer movement was de- tached and rolled in a third direction. Mr. Selby pursued the works, Mrs. Selby ran after one of the cases, and a friendly po- liceman picked up the other case.—Then a grand ensemble was hastily effected, and Mr. Selby put the watch to his ear with an apprehension that expressed itself in every line of his face. But at once his anxious look gave place to a broad smile. “My dear,” he exclaimed with pardonable emo- tion, ‘‘it is still going.”’ But at last there came a time when Mr. Selby sincerely wished that he had taken the advice of his wife and bought a watch chain. One evening at the instigation of Mrs. Selby, he climbed up through the trapdoor into the small attic in the top of the honse to look for a lunch box, for the Selbys were to have a family picnic on the morrow. The attic was full of papers (which the Selbys always saved to put un- der carpets,) boxes, wrecked furniture, government reports, discarded clothing and | and other rubbish. It was a small attic, not high enough to stand erect in, and it was worth as much as a man’s phrenologi- cal consistency was worth to go groping around in it under the most favorable cir- cumstances. The roughly plastered walls were unfin- who was standing at the mirror, letting down her hair, noticed even in his reflected image the change in her husband’s color and expression and turned about in alarm. “I—I have lost my watch !"’ gasped Mr. Selby. “Just what Itold you,’’ said Mrs. Selby. Mr. Selby began to ransack all his pock- ets with frantic haste. Then he tore off his coat and felt all around the lining of his vest. He also examined the lining of his coat and felt up and down the legs of his trousers. Last of all in desperation he pulled off his shoes and held them upside down. The watch was not there. Evi- dently it was secreted in no part of his clothing. Then Mr. Selby began walking around the room and thinking with terri- ble intensity. ‘Possibly you left it un the desk at your office,”” suggested Mrs. Selby. Mr. Selby stood still and fairly glared at his wife. ‘‘Mrs. Selby,” he said severely, “I never take my watch out of my pocket without returning it when I get done with it.”” Then he began to prance around the room again. Another suggestion instantly occurred to Mrs. Selby, and it was so good that she could not keep it to herself even if her hus- band was uppish and cross. ‘‘Perhaps,’’ she said, ‘‘you dropped it out of your pock- et while you were rumaging up in the garret awhile ago.”’ Ah,” exclaimed Mr. Selby, his face brightening at once. ‘‘That is something like it. Perhaps I did. I will go right up and see.”” Mr. Selby got the stepladder and crawled up into the attic again. Then his wife handed the lamp up to him, and he began to search. In about 10 minutes he presented a dusty and disappointed faee at the trapdoor and called out : “I don’t believe its here, Elvira. I | have looked everywhere and can’t find it.’ i Mrs. Selby stood at the foot of the step lad- i der in deep thought. All at once she ex- claimed : ‘‘Charles, I have it !”’ Mr. Selby almost fell through the trap- door in his eagerness. ‘‘Where did you find it?"’ he demanded. ‘‘Give it to me.’”’ ‘Oh, I didn’t mean the watch,’’ replied Mus. Selby, “only a possible clew for find- ing it. It occurs to me now that, while you were up in the garret looking for that lunch box, I heard a sound like something falling down inside the wall Could * it be that you dropped your watch between the floor boards and the lath, and that it went down between the outside and inside walls ?”’ “Elvira,” exclaimed Mr. Selby after a moment’s reflection, ‘‘I verily believe that you have the key to the mystery ! Such a thing might very likely have happened. If the watch did go down between the walls, however, it will be a day’s job to get it again, so we had better let the mat- ter rest where it is until to-morrow. The next day, before going down to his office, Mr. Selby rigged up a candle with a gauze wire screen around the flame, and taking it up in the garret, let it down be- wire. He found that the open space .extended to the base boards of the lower floor, but in spite of his illuminating apparatus he was unable to pierce the deep gloom which prevailed between the walls. _ “I see but one way to recover the watch,” he remarked to Mrs. Selby, ‘‘and that is to cut a hole through the wall in the parlor at the point where the watch is most likely to have fallen, and then search for it on the floor board.’ “Why, Charles I’ exclaimed Mrs. Selby in consternation, ‘‘cut through that hand- some wainscoting that we have just had painted at such expense? You surely couldn’t have the heart! And what would vou do if you should not find the watch after you had cut the hole ?” “Cut another,” replied thoughtfully. ‘Cut another !”’ cried Mrs. Selby raising her hands in dismay. “Yes, and keep on cutting until it!’ it is found exclaimed her husband. I'd rather tear down the whole houseand build a new one than lose that watch.” ‘What foolish talk cried Mrs. Selby. “It can’t be that you are in your right mind, Charles. “We shall see,’’ replied Mr. Selby omin- ously as he started for his office. That evening, right after supper, Mr. Selby got out his chest of tools and marched into the parlor. He was followed by the entire family, loudly protesting against the proposed act of vandalism. To this chorus of remonstrance, however. Mr. Selby paid not the slightest attention. He coolly calculated the spot at which, if the watch had fallen from the attic, it would most probably be lying, and set to work. At the first stroke of the hammer on the chisel Mrs. Selby began to weep, and her daughter followed her example. Mr. Sel- by turned and regarded them for a moment with severe displeasure. Then he resumed his work. It was not long before he had chiseled, bored and battered in the fres- coed wall a hole large enough to admit a quart basin. Ther he stopped to take breath and contemplate his handiwork. By this time Mrs. Selby had ceased weep- ing and stood beside her husband pale, but resigned. Tom and Henry, the boys, had already begun to take a professional inter- est in the job, and Angelina had brought the dustpan and broom to sweep up the lit- ter at the earliest possible opportunity. *‘I guess the hole is large enough for me to get my arm through,’ said Mr. Selby. “Ah!” he exclaimed as he lurched for- ward into the opening up to the shoulder,’ ‘it is quite large enough. Now we shall see if the watch is here.”” First Mr. Selby felt with his arm along the boards to the left until his hand touched the joist on that side. Then he reversed the process, inserted his left arm and felt along until he reached the joist on the opposite side. ‘‘The watch is not here,’ he announced disappointedly. Then he withdrew his arm, stood up, dusted himself and moved his box of tools a little further to the right. ‘What are you going to do?’ asked Mis. Selby anxiously. “I am going to make another hole,” said Mr. Selby. : ‘‘Oh, Charles, don’t ! please don’t plead- ed his wife. : “You women folks keep still I’ cried Mr. Selby doggedly, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I have set out to find that { watch, and I propose to do it.’ All expostulations were now drowned in the racket which Mr. Selby made with his ' hammar and chisel. Skill comes from | practice, and in much less time than had | been consumed in making the previous | hole, Mr. Selby had constructed a new Mr. Selby tween the walls with a long piece of brass. replied the head of the family. “I think I have been going in the wrong direction so far, and I shall now diga hole on the other side of the first one.” Accordingly Mr. Selby removed his hox of tools and began operations. He had a hopeful look as he thrust,his arm into the third hole, but the hopefulness soon died out as he remarked : “I don’t understand it at all, Elvira. The watch is not even here.” ‘Well, then, we will put the tools away and go and have a game of whist,’’ replied Mrs. Selby cheerfully, taking hold of the box. ‘No, no, not just yet, my dear—not just yet,’’ said Mr. Selby, gently but firmly re- taining the box. ‘‘Ha !”’ he exclaimed as his eye suddenly fell on the window frame above him. “I think I have it now! The watch was lodged on the top of that window frame.’’ Poor Mrs. Selby uttered a cry of hope- less dismay. As if it were not enough for Mr. Selby to decorate the base of the fres- coed wall with great ragged holes, but he must needs extend his handiwork halfway up the ceiling. ‘Oh, Charles !”’ she wailed. ‘‘You sure- ly do not think of making one of those dreadful holes over the window frame ?’’ - ‘““That is just what I think of doing, Mrs. Selby. Henry, you'and Tom bring me the stepladder immediately.’ When the stepladder arrived, Mr. Selby climbed up with his hammer and chisel, and soon bits of lath and plaster began to patter merrily on the carpet. “I am almost certain I shall find the watch here,”” he announced as he handed down his tools and proceeded to investigate the gap in the wall. But the wateh was not there—at least not so far as Mr. Selby could reach. So sure was he that he should find it on the window frame, how- ever, that he made two more holes besides the first and desisted when he had run his hand the entire length of the window frame. By this time, considering the house practically pulled down anyway, Mis. Selby and Angelina had retired, leav- ing the destroyer to work at his will. Henry and Tom still remained, however, to see what their father would do next. Mr. Selby came down from the steplad- der and all covered with white dust as he was, flung himself on the plush covered sofa to rest. His eyes began to wander over the scene of desolation, and for the first time he realized the full extent of the mischief he had been doing. ‘Looks kind of bad, doesn’t it?’’ he asked, with a sickly smile, appealing to the boys. ‘Yes, father,’’ replied Henry, “I think you have made a pretty thorough job of it. “Well,” said Mr. Selby, “I am going to make just two more holes, and then I will quit.” Mr. Selby went to work accord- ingly and made an additional hole on the extreme right of the base board row and then another one on the extreme left. It is hardly necessary to say that he did not find the watch in either place. Before leaving the scene of desolation he compro- mised with his conscience to the extent of having the boys drag in the plant stand and conceal with it as many of the gaping holes as possible. Then, thoroughly ex- hausted, both in nerve power and muscles, Mr. Selby retired to his chamber. Mrs. Selby was so deeply offended that she would not speak to him, so they went to bed in silence. A month passed, and still Mr. Selby got no tidings from his watch. At great ex- pense he had the parlor walls patched up and newly frescoed. This pacified Mrs. Selby, and she began once more to heartily sistent grief at the loss of the watch. One day she said to him,” ‘““Dear, are you sure that you looked thoroughly in the attic ?’’ ‘Of course I am,’’ answered Mr. Selby. “I have heen up there every day for a week, and there isn’t an inch of the floor that I haven’t examined.’’ ‘‘Still,”’ persisted Mrs. Selby, ‘‘I am not at all sure that the watch is not there. You know how often, dear, I have sent you to get a thing, and you have returned saying that it was not there; whereas, when I went to look, it lay right on top of every- thing else and almost jumped into my face.” “I don’t care,’’ protested Mr. Selby. ‘I guees if I saw my watch lying around loose, I should recognize it. aren’t satisfied with my looking why don’t you go up to the garret and look for your- self 2”? “I will I? exclaimed Mrs. Selby, with sudden determination, ‘‘though goodness knows, it will be a terrible piece of work for a woman to get up through that trap- door. Still, if you and the boys will help me, I will try.” Mr. Selby immediately went for the step-ladder and summoned Tom and Henry. The two boys steadied the ladder while Mrs. Selby climbed to the top, assisted by her husband who followed close behind. ‘She was gone just one minute. Then she appeared at the trapdoor and handed down Mr. Selby’s watch without a word. Mr. Selby was so astonished that he also remained speechless. It was not until Mrs. Selby had descended quite to the floor that he was able to gasp : ° “Wh—wh—where did you find it?” ‘Lying right on top of the papers,”’ re- plied Mrs. Selby. *‘It must have crawled out of some hole, then,’ replied Mr. Selby, perplexity deep- ening into amazement upon his counten- ance. Then he put the big watch to his ear and exclaimed in alarm : “It has stopped !"’—Good Housekeeping. He Obeyed. Much is said in these days about the want of obedience to parental authority displayed by the rising generation, but an incident in which the contrary spirit was manifested is narrated by a prominent western lawyer. His 12-year-old son, a boy of great spirit but with no overabundance of strength, went to pass a vacation with a cousin who lived onthe banks of a broad river. His father, in his parting instructions, placed one restriction upon the boy’s amusements during his visit. “I don’t want you to go outin your cousin’s canoe,”’ he said firmly. “They { are used to the water, but you are not, and | you haven’t learned to sit still anywhere, las yet. You'll be there only a week; and with all the other amusements the boys { have and the horses and dogs you can af- | ford to let the canoe alone for this time and | keep your mother from worrying all the ished, and there was quite a wide gap be- | opening, which he evidently regarded as a | while you’reaway.” tween the ends of the floor hoards and the lath of the walls. Mr. Selby dug around the wall for awhile and finally found the kind of a box he wanted. He handed it to his wife through the trapdoor and came down. Three or four hours later, as Mr. and Mrs. Selby were on the point of retirement, Mr. Selby put his hand into his vest pock- et to take out his watch and wind it. In- stantly he turned very pale. Mrs. Selby; | masterpiece, for he spent several minutes {in trimming its edges artistically. Then i he inserted his arms in turn and felt to the right and left as before. Nothing but bits of mortar, however, met his groping finger | tips, and once more he announced that the { watch was not there. ‘And now, of course,” wife hopefully, ‘‘vou will | search ? | “I shall do no such thing, | suggested his give up the The boy readily gave the desired prom- {ise. On his return he was enthusiastic over the pleasures he had enjoyed. ‘And I didn’t mind canoeing a bit, pa,’’ he said, addressing his careful parent with a beaming smile. ‘‘The boys taught me how to swim, and the only time they used | the canoe was the last day to go over to the other shore. But I remembered my prom- | ise and I wasn’t going to break it the last sympathize with her husband in his per-. But if you | troops | collar button. Mrs. Selby,” | day. So I swam across !’’—Chicago News. | of her youth. Col. M’Clure ‘as a Tanner A Brand New and True.8fory Told of the Popular Veteran Editor. At the recent large assemblage in Phila- delyhia of the Shoe and Leather Exchange Maj. D. G. Fenno, managing editor of the Times, of that city and was one of the witty speakers. Col. McClure, his gifted chief, was billed to respond to the toast, The Press, but owing to the Colonel being un- able to attend by reason of illness, Major Fenno was selected as his able substitute. In the course of the Major’s well-chosen remarks he told the following story, which is true, readable and entertaining : “Since I have been here to-night, ’’ said he I have been confirmed in the belief which I have held since in boyhood I sang the old song, ‘There is Nothing like Leather’. And yet I am bound to confess, and I do it with tears, that neither of my grandfathers was a shoemaker. The nearest I come in to the trade isin the fact that my grand- father raised on the hillsides of Vermont cows whose hides, I suppose, were finally made into shoes. I agree with Mr. Ogden that an occasional importation from New England is a good thing for Philadelphia. ‘Fifty years ago, in 1846, a boy who had learned the trade of a tanner in Central Pennsylvania came to Philadelphia looking for a situation. He had a letter of intro- duction to Joe Myers, then a young and active lawyer, was a candidate for the State Senate in one of the interior districts of the State. In those days it was custo- mary for a candidate to electioneer from house to house, making personal visits to the voters, soliciting their support, confirm- ing friends and trying to convert oppon- ents. After speuding a couple of days in a certain town of his district this candidate for the State Senate asked one of his sup- porters if he had seen everybody. ‘‘Yes’’, was the reply. You have seen everybody, but one dutch currier in the tannery over there, and there is no use in your seeing him. He is a thick and thin Democrat, and he will not talk to you nor listen to you. It will not do any good to go there.” “Well, I'll go anyhow,” said the can- | didate. The proprietor of the tannery took him in and introduced him to the Dutch cur- rier, who acknowledged the introduction only with a grunt, without looking up. He went on with his work, shaving green hides, while the candidate looked on without saying a word. Finally the cur- rier without stopping and without looking up, said : “Vell, vot you got to say * “I wish to say’ said the candidate, ‘that I don’t think your knives are in very good order.”’ ‘‘Vot?”’ said the cwrrier, stopping with a scowl of incredulity. I don’t think your edges are true and smooth. ”’ 5 ‘Vell, you fix 'em,’’ said the currier. “I will,”” said the candidate, and he took the steels made for the purpose and fixed the edges, and handed them back saying : “There, I guess they are right now.’ But the currier waved them away and said : ‘‘Shave dis hide yourself.” “All right,”’ said the candidate, as he went to work, while the currier looked on with wide-open eyes and open mouth. After awhile, when he had nearly finished, the candidate lookd up and said to the cur- rier: “Well, what have you got to say ?”’ ‘‘Vot I got to say? I got to say dot you are a lightning currier, and I'd lick any man in dis tannery dat don’t vote for you. Aleck McClure, gif me your hand.” The laughter and applause which greeted this story for some time prevented Mr. Fenno from going on. Finally he con- tinued. “Aleck McClure at 16 was the best tan- ner in Perry county, and Aleck McClure at 60 is the greatest editor in Pennsylva- nia. There is nothing like leather ! And you see, that though not a shoemaker nor nor the son of a shoemaker, I have some connection with leather. If Colonel McClure’s right hand had not been dis- abled by the surgeon’s knife in his desper- ate illness two years ago I believe he could i still shave a green pelt, and I know that some Pennsylvania politicians both in and out of the Penitentiary, believe that he can still tan a hide. . Cuba. The people of this country have been al- most absorbed in their political affairs for three or four weeks, and have not given to Cuba the attention that war-swept island deserves. The Cuban patriots have not, though, been idle. They have been wait- ing for many weary months for the help which common humanity and patriotism constantly suggest that the Government of the United States should extend; but while they have been waiting they have been fighting. They are not a supine peo- ple. They donot ask to have liberty made a present to them ; but the country which is the pioneer and conservator of a repub- lican form of government in the new world owes more than it has rendered. It is notalone Cuba that the Cubans are fighting for, but a great principle. The hold of Spain on the island has no right in it. It is a sordid sentiment. This last of the Spanish possesions in the Western Hem- isphere is governed on the murder plan to keep the ‘Treasury at Madrid from becom- ing a bankrupt. : The patriots are still fighting. They are gaining. The recent reports indicate that the Spanish soldiery is not making head- way against them. ‘There is big talk about reinforcement from Spain in the early an- tumn months ; but there have been many previous reports of that sort, and many and guns have been landed ; but still the Cubans hold their own. How long the war will last no man can guess; but it will continue till the island is free or annexed to the United States, and that would be freedom. Annexation is, of course not a necessary result of the expulsion of the Spanish Army. The question is not now up. The emancipation of the Cubans from a hateful yoke is the first thing to be accomplished. What is to be done with Cuba is a matter to follow, and it will not be hard to dispose of. If the people of the United States do not want it they can at least guarantee its independence till it gets on its feet. Let us have free Cuba. The rest will come. Papa's Visitor. One morning Robbie’s father lost his Robbie at the moment was in the next room being dressed by the nurse. ‘Why just listen,’’ he exclaimed, ‘God is visiting papa ; I hear papa talking to him.”’— World. Bryan Named Amidst Pandemonium. Louis Marked by Fights and Confusion. It was a Walkover for the Nebraska Man. The populists have adjourned, the ses- sion Saturday, which nominated the Demo- cratic candidate for the Presidency after Maine, in favor of Watson, of Georgia, the night before, was marked by the same scenes of disorder and the same free fights and rows that have distinguished all the sessions of that body. The vote for W. J. Bryan on the first ballot was 1047 against 331 cast for Norton. General Weaver, in his nominating speech, announced that he acted against tne express wish of the Neb- raska man, but in spite of that fact the vote for the Democratic’ leader was over- whelming. Before the vote was finished Governor Stone attempted to read what purported to be a dispatch from Bryan de- clining the nomination, but he was choked off by chairman Allen, who intimated that the telegram was fictitious and refused to allow its reading. As soon as the.vote was announced the chairman adjourned the convention sine die. The Texans and other middle of the road men are mad all over and if their talk means anything a bolt is likely. William Jennings Bryan,, of Nebraska who was nominated by the Democratic Na- tional convention at Chicago a fortnight ago, was made the standard-bearer of the Populist party by a vote of 1042 to 321. The Democratic candidate was nominated in the face of his own protest in the shape of a telegram directing the withdrawal of his name, sent to Senator Jones, after Seéwall, his running mate, had been ditched for the Vice Presidential nomination last night and Thomas E. Watson, of Georgia, had been named for second place on the ticket. It was also made in the teeth of an op- position so bitter that after the convention adjourned some of the radicals held a “‘rump’’ convention. ALMOST A RIOT. ! The last session of the convention which lasted from 9:30 this morning until almost 5 o’clock this afternoon, was marked hy scenes of turbulence and noisy excitement which several times bordered on actual riot, and which almost precipitated per- sonal collisions. , Bryan managers decided at the outset to disregard Mr. Bryan’s telegram of last night, to nominate him and straighten out the tangle afterwards. They started out to rush the nomination through before any other candidate could be put in the field as a foot ball team, hy means of a brilliant flying wedge, sometimes forces goal. But the interference was too much for them and their line was broken. One month ago there seemed to be no the least prospect of the free silver cause being successful. Now the situation has entire- ly changed and the silverites are sweeping the country. Instead of there being a fear of what the free silver people will do if they get into control of the national gov- ernment, there is greater cause for concern as to what will be the revenge taken by the gold men if they should be defeated at the coming election. Their wild language reminds us of that which was employed by the southern slaveholders in the year of 1860 and it breathes hatred, threats and forbodings of calamity. The papers that are supporting the gold cause have spoken of a campaign of education dissipating the strength of the free silver movement and yet we find that the only ones who are en- gaging in the work of educating the public are the silverites. The articles of the yel- low metal papers are mainly conspicuous for abuse, ridicule, falsehoods and other methods of unfair attack on the position taken by ithe free silvermen. Now, it should be well understood that a campaign of blackguardism will not be sueeessful. If the gold men have no other way of de- feating the free silver sentiment than hy denouncing its advocates and ridiculing their views, then the cause of the gold monometallists is hopeless. Coarse criticism need not be feared by the free silver people. Vulgar abuse of the cause’ which they are championing will only add to its strength. The day has passed in this country when the people could be imposed on by villification of a political opponent and such a method of campaigning only excites their indignation against those who are guilty of resorting to such despicable methods.—A%oona Times. The Deepest Shaft in the World. miners in the history of the world, the miners in the vertical Red Jacket shaft of the Calument & Hecla copper mine have recently stopped sinking at a depth of 4,900 feet, as this is the required depth necessary for the company to reach the limit of its underground territory. Bored wells have been carried down to a greater depth, but the Red Jacket’s shaft is the largest and best constructed mining shaft in the world. Its inside dimensions are 14x22} divided into six compartments and timbered throughout with pine. The shaft was started in the fall 1820. The, new shaft rock house, which will he built of iron and will be made fireproof throughout, is the only part of the work necessary to put this deep shaft in commission, as the hoisting machinery, which counsitts of two pairs of triple expansion engines of 3,000 horse power per pair, and will hoist a load of ten tons sixty feet per second, was planned and put in place while the sinking of the shaft was going on.—Germantown Telegraph. A Large Timber Deal. Alfred Graham and W. A. Porter, of Clearfield, closed a deal last Saturday with Robert Stewart, of Survevor Run, Girard township, whereby they become the own- ers of 3,000 acres of land, the considera- consisting of a large saw mill fand other buildings, thereis a large lot of sawed lum- ber. On the piece there is 12,000,000 feet of hemlock, 6,000,000 of white pine, 2.000,- 000 of white oak, 1,000,000 of red oak, be- | sides some 70,000 railroad ties. | Graham and Porter are both experienced | lumbermen and they no doubt have a fort- {une in this deal. The timber will nearly {all be run to Williamsport.—Clearfleld Re- | publican. . Vr with coal and besides the ee | ——A tidal wave recently rolled over a | section of the island of Japan and drowned | thirty thousand persons. A Brine-Sewell | next November will roll from the Atlantic | to the Pacific and land McKinley and Ho- | bart at the headwaters of Salt river. While | the former was one of the greatest calami- Closing Scenes of the Populist Convention at St. turning down his companion, Sewall, of | At the greatest depth ever attained hy | tion being $40,000. The tract is underlaid | Messrs. | FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. Mrs. Bridget Ward one of the oldest resi- dents of Derby, Conn., after wearing glass- es twenty years, nearly two weeks ago, while out in her garden, chanced to open a book she had in her hand, and was sur- prised to be able to read the words with the naked eye. Coarse-meshed fish net, in white or cream is the choicest material for sash curtains, and certainly nothing adds so much to a country house as a universal treatment -of the windows. These curtains should he edged with full lace ruffles, well crossed at the top and gracefully draped from the bottom of the top sash with rather heavy cords, ribbons, being out of fashion. Dotted muslin or Swiss, trimmed with fluted ruffles of the same, are also de- sirable. They should be looped back with bands of the same material, made with huttonholes that fasten over a hook at the side of the window sash, or, as the afore- mentioned, with quite heavy white cords. In a bedroom recently visited the windows were charmingly and very originally treat- ed. In addition to the pretty sash curtains were long curtains of cretonne, which hung free from the bar. On the edge of these heavy curtains was sown a full hemmed and plaited rufile of point esprit lace, which looked like a second curtain of lace, thus doing away with additional material. The rage for hand sewing has ended in a perfect mania for tucks upon all possible parts of the costume. All manner of ma- terials are subject to this treatment, and, except in extraordinary cases, are beauti- fied by it. The muslins and dimities are tucks galore, and wonderfully dainty with each tuck headed, asis now the fashion, with tiny Honiton lace braid in white. A charmingly dainty bodice of pale pink or- gandie, made over a lining of pink satteen, has a yoke with tucks fully an inch wide: and smart bishop sleeves tucked across the | top, each tuck brought out by a row of | Honiton braid. The sleeves reach just below the elbow and are finished with a wide band, over which is laid the broad pink taffeta ribbon. | also laid in tucks. and ended in a full how. | The loveliest of Diesden organdies are i made up over pale tinted taffetas and com- | bined with tucked bands of plain colored | organdies. | _ A typical summer gown of white organ- | die, sprigged over with bunches of green | clover leaves, has an underslip of leaf-green | taffeta silk ribbon. The bishop sleeves are | the favorite for all summer gowns, as much | for their beauty as for their comfort, and the elbow length is by far the smartest, admit- | ting the wearing of the long mosquetaire | glove. | — i The woman who would be considered (only as old as she looks knows that she must pay devoted attention to her com- plexion, no matter how fine her eyes may be nor how expressive her mouth and irre- proachable her teeth. She knows it is the wrinkle page she must keep smooth, soft and pliable to the muscles beneath it or crows’ feet will come long before grey hairs and lines from nose to lip corner will pro- | claim her a back number. So eager and credulous is the ‘‘eternal feminine’ known to be concerning aids to beautifying the cuticle that a recent wag says the devil only induced Eve to eat the apple by telling her it was good for the complexion. Rose-water and thick milk of almonds make an excellent lotion for nourishing the tissues of the skin, supply- ing that soft velvety roundness which elim- inates hard lines and wrinkles. Another very satisfactory treatment is a face bath at night with very warm water, first making a lather on the hands with fine soap and then dipping the palms in corn meal or bran and rubbing the face with it. After rinsing in clear warm water and drying vigorously on a Turkish towel, and while the skin is still aglow, sop it all over with tincture of benzoin, diluted a lit- tle. It leaves the skin very soft and white. Exquisite neatness is one of the very es- sential heighteners of beauty and has, inde- pendent of beauty, its own power to charm. The woman who always looks radiantly fresh and sweet, whose hair has the soft crinkle given it by its daily hundred strokes, whose hands are in their best con- dition and whose gloves and veils exhale a whiff of violets imparted by Florentine or- ris, she, indeed, may safely rely upon im- pressing her fellow mortals with her deli- cate femininity and inate taste. But it is not because of these externals only that the modern woman of thirty-five looks ten years younger. It is by cultivat- ing the art of repose—repose of spirit and of body—and by her exercise and whole- some diet. Above all she is interested in life, and there is nothing that so helps to real live interest in the world around her. Hands that are coarsened by exposure and housework can be made soft and white by a little attention, as follows: Take about one pint of fine white sand, and put it in a wash hand basin, which fill three parts up with hot, soft soapy water. But- termilk and sulphur scaps are pure and nice for the skin, as well as deliciously perfumed and refreshing. Wash the hands in thissoapy water, rub- bing them thoroughly with the sand ; then rinse them in tepid oatmeal water, and af- terward thorougly dry them, pushing back the quicks and pressing the tips so as to keep them narrow and the nails nicely rounded. At night the washing in oatmeal water can he repeated, and after drying them, rub in a little emollient to soften the skin and keep the natural oil so essential for obtaining that softness and delicacy which women can least afford to lose, for a soft, white hand is a grand thing. —— If your shirt waist cuffs are finished with two sets of buttonholes fasten the upper set with narrow ribbon drawn through and tie in a small, neat how. The ribbon looks very dressy, and is certainly preferable to the load of bric-a-brac carried around by many girls on their cuffs. sit properly upon a If girls are taught t traight back, they i chair with an ordinary {can rest their spines | Bars behind them withogkt any suspicion of | lolling, even at meal tinfes. Often a moth- | er will say : “I alwaysémake my children I sit upright ;'’ and when we see the ugly forms. with their shoulders gradually i rounding forward, we wonder if she had | seen a picture of the human spine, and if she realizes how easily it can become wearied and out of shape through small bad habits. | Let the growing children walk uprightly, —_ He—What was Maud Muller's age | ties of the age, the triumph of Democracy | the foot turned out a little, and every | at the time of her little episode with the Jugde? . She—It must have been in the hay day IE will be regarded as the greatest political event in the nineteenth century, for it will | waken the East to the greatness of the | West and Europe to the might of America. muscle of it used ; shoulders back and head | erect ; straight without being stiff ; springy Lin step, without anything approaching to a | jerk. keep a woman as young as she looks as a erfectly upon the -
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