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 -