Bellefonte, Pa., THE SMILE OF A LITTLE CHILD. There is nothing n:ore pura in Ieaven, And nothing on earth more mild, Bore full of the light that i= divine Than thy smile of a little child. The sinless lips, half parted With breath as sweet as the air, And the light that seems so glad to shine In the gold of the sunny hair. 0, little ona smile and bless me! For somehow—I know not why— I feel in my soul, when ehifldren smite, That angels are passing by. I feel that the gates of heaven Are nearer than I knew. That the light of hope of that sweet world. Liko the dawn is breaking through. “A GENTLEMAN BY THE GRACE OF GOD.” BY VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD. As Mrs. Alexander Powers entered she tossed her muff on the table and seated herself in my rocking-chair. One gray- gloved hand held a note-book, and the ether she waved dramatically toward me, half in protestation. ‘Now, I know just what you are going to say, Lalaye : that you can’t afford it, or haven’t time, or something of the sort ! But you must !”’ In vain I protested that I had eschewed ehurch fairs early in life; that nothing eould induce me to have anything to do with one. She argued that this was not to be a fair in the usual sense of the word, although the proceeds were to furnish a new organ and lectern for St. Blasius’ ehugeh. It was to be something new and unique in the way of a bazaar. ‘‘You can ehoose your own committee, you know, just of the people with whom you would rather work’”’—Mrs. Powers twirled the leaves of the note-book, and I begged her to believe that I would go miles to keep off a sommittee ; that I loved my fellowmen -about as well as the average woman did, but not well enough to put on acap and do an eternal treadmill witha waiter in my hand ; or to stand smiling for hours in a flower-booth, importuning long-suffering men to buy houquets and get no change ! Or to break my back over an impossible femonade-well ! Or to— But Mrs. Powers went off in a gale of laughter. ‘Oh, you poor benighten soul! Do you suppose we do such things now? Why, that belongs to the past age of our extreme youth !”’ Here she sat up and opened the note- book. ‘‘Seriously, though, it’s to be the greatest society cvent of the season—that is, of its sort. Jack Sherrard designed it. He has charge of the pictures in the Art Loan. Beatrice has the Oriental booth. She’s gotten lots of things, and her gown isa perfect dream! The art needlework from the Ladies’ Industrial Exchange will be in that. Then we’ve got the junk 1? “The what 2’ “Junk ! Japanese, you know, Sort of ship. Everybody goes on board to drink tea, and its perfectly lovely! We got it from Keno & Co. They brought it over as an advertisement. All the girls who took part in our ‘Mikado’ last year are going to serve tea in costume. Bertie Bar- toe was. Nanki Poo and Sallye Lunn was Yum Yum, and they are just too sweet for anything! Oh, I wish I had time to tell you all! India is the cafe, and its a dream! Greek art comes in on tableau “night, and Italy has all the music. I have charge of that. Itis kept for the grand finale. It’s the one you are going to help me with, and it’s the hardest of all !’ Then she laughed at my expression. “Oh, I know how you feel ! But no one would take it ; there’s so much prelimin- ary work. I have just shoals of flowers promised ; and above all, my dear, I’ve se- cured Stani !”’ She clasped her hands enthusiastically on the note-book and gazed at me. “Oh, now, you surely know who Sta- ni is?” ‘But I don’t,” I protested. ‘Well, you cught to, you know. [e's ‘the great boy-tenor and the very latest musical craze—and you know how hard it is to secure anything instantaneous ! Every craze treads on the one ahead of it! Well, Pinkney Thorpe heard him in Boston, and says that the furore he created was some- thing extraordinary ! He sings divinely, and is very young and extremely swell and all that ; and, my dear, he’s coming for our last night! The tickets are going al- ready like wildfire. How many can you sell? Fifty *» In vain I assured Mrs. Powers that only stout nerves and heroic hearts sold tickets. She flew to her muff and drew forth a package. Pausing beside my desk, she took up a picture of Shelley. “Really, he looks a little like Bartley,” she raid. “Bartley ? Which one was he?” I agked. ‘‘Now, that sounds like Alexander! When he wants to dampen my ardor he re- minds me of Bartley. Well, I cannot blame him, for Bartley was certainly a dead failure. The ungrateful little wretch! Don’t you remember? He was the adop- ted son of Mrs. Mimms, the old woman who was charwoman once for St. Blasius’ church ?”’ ? I cast around in my mental museum among a heap of Mrs. Power’s past experi- ments and came upon Bartley, an angel- faced boy, with a voice leading the choris- ters in soprano and mischief. “Yes!” said Mrs. Powers, ‘‘that very hoy ! Whom I rescued about six yess ago from Mrs. Mimms! He was the loveliest thing I ever looked at, and a perfect little savage. He led us the most awful life, if you remember! Why, he took all the works out of the piano, and—I will never forget it !—climbed up the back balcony at three in the morning and was arrested for a burglar. I had to appear in court! Alexander was away from home, but when he returned - he thrashed Bartley well! I really did not think Alexander was capable of such a display of wrath. We sent him to the House of Correction the next day, I’ve never heard of him since, and never want to! Oh, I'll never forgive Bartley— never ! He's a trump card to this day for Alexander to wave over my head ! Well” —she was rapidly counting out tickets— “here are thirty !"’ She straightway proceeded to write me down a patroness, to call me a goose, to to kiss me good-by, and to return to tell me that the musical committee had a meet- ing on Thursday at three ; and the art com- mittee, date unrecalled, and several other committees ditto, and that I must not fail to attend them all. It is needless to say that I proved no ex- ception to the many with whom Mrs. Pow- ers has her own way. Two weeks later the bazaar for St. Bla- sing’ was in full blast, and we were all there. Scarce a Pharise¢ went by onthe other side. Day after day a host of intrepid spinsters repaired the wreckage made at night. Night after night the gilded youth, and the youth who wanted to be gilded, prom- enaded with the chrysalis belle. The se- ductive strains of Benjamin’s orchestra were wafted from a height which was swathed in the combined colors of the na- tions represented beneath. We walked un- til we were faint, because every one else did, We bought Indian baskets from an Egyptian booth and carried them around all the evening (and we do hate to carry a basket.) We bought Chinese trays from the Japanese junk, and kept them for Christmas gifts, and we took cold eating ices in the dreamful and draughty cafe, under perilous palm boughs. And for the climax, we fairly swarmed on the last night to hear the Stanising. Mrs. Power's party filled the lower right proscenium. The orchestra had descended to the regulation chairs beneath the stage, and the balcony was a patch of brown made by the gowns and hats of St. Blasius’ Orphanage—which was to share the pro- ceeds with the organ if there was anything left. The front row of the auditorium was reserved as an especial treat for the choris- ter boys, who were out in full force. The curtain fell on the first half of the program, ending with a scene which was more than resplendent, and again our Mer- cury bows bobbed hither and thither, and our lorgnettes were raised, and our pro- grams fluttering — programs on which the name of the illustrious Stani appeared in staring type. Mrs. Powers settled herself comfortable in the corner of the box facing the stage. “I am delighted now that I took the music and that it’s all profcssional,’”’ she said. “I wouldn’t be back there grouping all those people for anything !”’ ‘Jack Sherrard is tearing his hair now and vowing he’ll never be caught in any- thing of the sort again!” spoke Pinkney Thorpe from the back of the box, where he stood dressed for the Spanish dance. ‘‘Wouldn’t it be simply horrible if Stani didn’t come !"’ said Mrs. Powers. - ‘Stage waits !"’ said her husband, enter- ing suddenly, while Pinkney Thorpe caught up his mandolin and fled. *‘Stani has just arrived,’’ said Mr. Gran- by from the background. ‘‘He wished to keep us in suspense. These people who become the fad know the value of being difficult.” : “They say he is in great vogue !’’ said a pretty girl in the front of the box. ‘‘Every one is perfectly crazy about him, and he could fill double his time with drawing- room engagements if he only would. But they say he’s one of those painfully-artistic people who are extremely exclusive about their art.” . A white-haired woman beside her spoke. ‘I noticed in the paper that he went down in a wretched neighborhood in Bos- ton and sung for some newsboys, though.”’ ‘Oh, well,” said the pretty girl, ‘that sort of thing is a tremendous advertise- ment, you know.” Here the curtain went up in the flies. The lights went down. The stage burst forth in gorgeous color. The dancers laugh- ed in each other’s eyes ; the senora peeped from her lattice, dropping a rose to Pink- ney Thorpe, who gazed upward from among a group of troubadours. Little murmurs broke from the house like butterflies as the curtain fell on the Intermezzo from “‘Cav- elleria Rusticana.’’ ‘‘And now Stani is coming !”’ cried the pretty girl in the front box. ‘I never wanted to sec any one so much in my life.” The lights burst forth, the stage was cleared, and the piano rolled out from the wings. A smart accompanist witha roll of music caused a preliminary ripple of ap- plause. Then the singer, a tall butslight and boyish figure, with a white flower on his coat and a sheet of music in his white- gloved hands, advanced to the footlights. As the house resounded with applause, Mrs. Powers, who had been talking with the white-haired woman, leaned forward quickly and put up her glass. At the same moment her husband, in the background, sprang to his feet and leaned forward, star- ing at the stage. “By George !”” he muttered. “Alexander!” Mis. Powers spoke in a | helpless sort of way, staring at the stage. The burst of applause from the house seemed intensified by a sudden crescendo of shrill boy voices on the front row, which was immediately quelled by the choir- master. Then as Stani bowed left, then right, his eves swept our box for an instant : and in the clear, poetic face, the waving hair and irreproachable grace, I recognized Bartley, the adopted son of the old ex-charwoman of St. Blesius’. Bartley, who sung like a seraph amonz the choir-boys, who played havoc with Mrs. Power’s domestic peace, who was sent to the House of Correction, and whom Mr. Alexander Powers had ig- nominiously thrashed. The accompanist was playing the prelude and Mrs. Powers turned to her husband. “Is it actually ?”’ - ‘It is certainly Bartley,’”” he said in an undertone. Mrs. Power's eyes flashed. ‘‘Just like him! His audacity would carry him through anything !” ‘Hold on, now,’ said her husband, “give him a chance. Although, if it's a sell—-."" The words were stopped by a voice. Such a voice! we might easily for- get the Italian aria and the English ballad following it, but we shall never forget the voice which sang them. After the first, the house was fairly breathless with amaze- ment for onc instant—then it stormed, and after the second it rose to its feet, and there was a cry of ‘‘Brava.”’ ‘‘By George, the fellow can sing !”’ cried Pinkney Thorpe, bursting into our box ; ‘‘never heard anything like it before in my life! Bring him out again.”’ : The little choir boys were doubled up in a frantic effort to be heard, and Mrs. Powers was fanning herself rapidly, a burning flush on her face. The pretty girl in the front of the box was exclaiming rapturous- ly over the beauty of the singer and the wonder of his voice, when suddenly there was ga hush. Stani advanced to the front of the stage, and stood looking, not at the fluttering, rainbow house, but at the row of little choir-hoys down in front. Their faces were uplifted expectantly, and one lit- tle fellow, utterly unable to restrain him- self, began aloud : ‘‘Hey, Bart——_." But a hand was promptly clapped over his mouth by the choirmaster. Stani gazed at them for a full minute, doubtless with a tide of recollection sweep- ing him toward them. He then turned and spoke to the accompanist ; then, still looking at the row of eager, upturned faces, began as simply as if a little boy to sing. A suppressed rustle stirred the house. Mrs. Powers leaned forward quickly and put up her glass. The illustrious Stani was singing ‘‘Jerus- alem the Golden.” They had sung it to- gether probably oftener than any other hymn, he and the little choir boys. Often had he led thesoprano soaring on the high notes when he was Bartley, the boy who went to the House of Correction. Suddenly, at the fifth line, he made a motion with his hand. It must have been an old and well known motion, for every boy began to sing. I know not, oh, I know not! The voices burst out with the words un- til the light quivered, the soprano of Bart- [ey thrilling above them all. The audi- ence knew he was not singing to them, for he was looking far beyond. : That may have been the reason the house forgot to applaud. It was quite still for a minute as the sound ceased, and he quick- ly left the stage. Then everybody began to talk to every one else, while a few touched their eyes with their handkerchiefs. Mrs. Powers laid her hand on mine and said nothing. Mr. Powers sprang up and left the box. A moment later I saw him standing in the wings holding Stani by the arm and talk- ing. The pretty girl fluttered outward, exclaiming with the others over the charm- ing uniqueness of the strange finale. Then we gathered up our wraps and met the crowd in the corridors. A breath of snowy air stung our faces. Carriages were being called. Figures in character marked the crowd with vivid color, and Mr. Pow- ers was making his way to where we had drawn aside. Behind him was Signor Sta- ni. He bowed low before us, but Mrs. Powers put out her hand impulsively. ‘‘Bartley, come home with us!” said. ‘Thank you,”’ he answered, smiling, “but I go early in the morning. I sail again Monday, and must spend to-night with—my mother.”’ We then saw, clinging to his arm, a bent figure, in a black bonnet. It was the old ex-charwoman of St. Blasius’. *‘She’s very pleased,’”’ he added, ‘but I’m afraid she’s tired, so I'll not stop, if you'll excuse me. Thank you for every- thing, Mrs. Powers, and I hope you didn’t mind about the hymn. I didn’t intend to do it. But it—they—the boys seemed like —home. Good.by !"* He turned abruptly and was closed upon by the crowd, all eager for a closer view of the famous singer. A moment later we had a glimpse of Stani’s beautiful face, bent over the black bonnet of the old woman. Then they were swept out the door. ‘Oh, look at this!’ Mrs. Powers was gazing at a slip of paper which the singer had put in her hand : For one night's services to St. Blasius' Church. Received payment in full, (Signed) Sraxi. ‘‘Little Bartley ! Well, I can’t get over it!” Mr. Powers was still staring through the crowd to where the singer had disap- peared. ‘‘And he says teat he got out of that place in a week, and some one discov- ered his voice, and sent him abroad, and he’s come back to- make a home for that old woman, who wasn’t any relation to him at all. I tell you that fellow’s a’’— he paused to adjust his wife’s cloak, and I heard the white-haired woman say softly : ‘A gentleman by the grace of God !"’— The Illustrated American. Battle of the Wilderness. she There Were Features that Have Never been Matched in the Annals of Warfare—The Scene Was One of Unutterable Horror. The losses found to be ; killed, 2,246 ; wounded, 12,037; missing, 3,383; total, 17,666. The damage inflicted upon the enemy is not known, but as he was the as- saulting party as often as the Union army, there is reason to believe that the losses on the two sides were about equal. Taking tweny-four hours as the time actually oec- cupied in fighting, and counting the casual- ties in both armies, it will be found that on that bloody field every minute recorded the loss of twenty five men. As the staff-ofticers threw themselves up- on the ground that night, sleep came to them without coaxing, they had been on the move since dawn, galloping over bad roads, struggling through forest openings, jumping rivulets, wading swamps, helping to rally troops dodging bullets, searching for commanding officers in all sorts of un- known places. Their horses had heen crippled, and they themselves were well- nigh exhausted. For the small part I had been able to perform in the engagement, the general recommended me for the brevet rank of major in the regular army ‘‘for gal- lant and meritorous services.” His re- commendation was afterward approved by the President. This promotion was especi- ally gratifying for the reason that it was conferred fot conduct in the first battle in which I had served under the command of the general-in-chief. There were features of the battle which have never been matched in the annals of warfare. For two days nearly 200,000 veteran troops had struggled in a death- grapple, confronted at each step with al- most every obstacle by which nature could bar their path, and groping their way through a tangled forest the impenetrable gloom of which could be likened only to the shadow of death. The undergrowth stayed their progress, the upper growth shut out the light of heaven. Officers could rarely see their troops for any con- siderable distance, for smoke clouded the vision, and a heavy sky obscured the sun. Directions were ascertained and lines estab- lished by means of the pocket compass, and a change of position often presented an operation more like a problem of ocean navigation than a question of military mancuvers. It was thesense of sound and of touch rather than the sense of the sight which guided the movements. It was a battle fought with the ear, and not with the eye. All circumstances seemed to combine to make the scene one of unutterable horror. At times the wind howled through the tree tops, mingling its moans with the groans of the dying, and heavy branches were cut off by the fire of the artillery, and fell crashing upon the men, adding a new ter- ror to battle. Forest, fires raged ; ammu- nition-trains exploded ; the dead were roasted in the conflagration ; the wounded, roused by its hot breath ; dragged them- selves along with their torn and mangled limbs, in the mad energy of despair, to es- cape the ravages of the flames ; and every bush seemed hung with shreds '6f blood- stained clothing. It was as though Christ- ian men had turned to- fiends, and hell its- clf had usurped the place of earth. ‘Cam- paigning with Grant,”” by General Horace Porter in the December Century. Good for the Health. Jenks (who has taken to horseback rid- ing and h unces about ten inches at every step)—**Ah, howdy-do, Blinks? I think horseback riding is good for the health, don,t you ? Blinks—‘‘Yes, indeed ! All who see you will be benefited. ‘Laugh and grow fat,’ you know.” ——A Russian land owner at Batoum during the big oil strike there had an in- come of about $30,000 a day from his wells. Meeting of the State Grange. Worthy Master Rhone Re-elected.—He Will Continue at the Head of the Pennsylvania Branch of the Patrons of Husbandry—A Series of Resolutions on the Subject of an Export Bounty of Agricultural Products Considered and Adopted.— Great Adultera- tion of Food Shown. At the meeting of the State Grange which convened in Altoona last week. Hon. F. N. Moore, deputy dairy and food commis- sioner, gave the Grange an entertaining talk on food adulterations, showing sam- ples which had been collected, analyzed and proved adulterated. Some of these adulterated samples had been collected from stores in this city. He exhibited 85 samples, one sample each, including a sample of filled cheese. These samples were all adulterated, or compounds. In regard to ‘oleo,” one year ago there were 500 dealers in Pennsylvania who had paid a government tax for the permission to sell, but to-day these are all wiped out but a few in Allegheny county, who in the near future will pay for their violation of the law. He presented in conclusion with his ad- dress samples of adulterated food, among them one of a saleratus, taken from a store in this city, containing 80 per cent. of plas- ter of Paris. He told his audience not to be frightened, as he had such samples from all parts of the state. With the hetero- genous mass was a specimen of Cayenne pepper, which, when analyzed, showed the contents to be 50 per cent. red oak bark, 25 per cent. hickory nut shells and the balance was supposed to be red pepper. A sample of black pepper analyzed by Mr. Moore revealed 40 per cent. buckwheat hulls, though he said the latter component is very often displaced by cocoanut shells. Coffee and allspice were taken up, ana- lyzed and showed the same deleterious sub- stances in their make up. A specimen of analyzed honey showed 95 per cent. of glucose and 5 per cent. of honey. Even foods for babes, he said, dissected, have been shown to contain everything from tartaric acid and other adulterations equal- ly injurious to good health. His discourse was exceedingly interesting. He claimed that there was not over 10 per cent. of the amount of adulterated foods sold in Penn- sylvania to-day that was sold one year ago. Mr. Moore concluded with strong plea for pure food. During the year 1896 the sale of ‘oleo’ had fallen off 3,000,000 pounds in this state. At this juncture the finance committee reported, showing a balance of over $9,000 in the treasury. Hon. Gerard C. Brown, chairman of the legislative committee, next read a series of resolutions, based on the principles of the Lubin proposition, which resolutions are given below. The reports of the committees on reso- lutions and education were next read and discussed. A number of resolutions sup- plementary to the report of the committee on resolutions were also read and disposed of. The afternoon session was devoted main- ly to the election of officers, which result is given below. Those marked with an asterisk were re-elected. The worthy mas- ter, who isamong the re-elected, has served in that capacity for over twenty years, and it is mainly due to his instrumentality that the Pennsylvania State Grange has risen to its present influence and affluence. LIST OF OFFICERS. Worthy master, *Leonard Rhone, Cen- tre county ; overseer, A. C. Barrett, Sus- quehanna county ; lecturer, *W. T. Hill, Crawford county ; steward, *J. P. Whip- ple, Bradford county ; assistant steward, *E. J. Tuttle, Tioga county ; chaplain, *Rev. W. T. Everson, Erie county ; treas- urer, ¥*Hon. S. E. Nevin, Chester county ; scribe, *Jerome T. Ailman, Juniata coun- ty ; gate keeper, ¥*Wallace Chase, Tioga county ; ceres, *Mrs. Helen S. Johnson, Eric county ; pomona, *Mrs. S. J. Logan, Crawford county ; flora, Miss Hill, West- moreland county ; lady assistant stewart, Laura A. Litchard, Montour county ; exe- cutive committee (three to be elected), *J. S. Walker, Allegheny county ; *J. B. Kirkbride, Philadelphia county ; *I. M. McHenry, Indiana county ; finance com- mittee (one member to be elected), *S. S. Blyholder, Armstrong county. After the opening of the evening session the announcements of the officers elected were made, between which numbers the executive committee and the committee on the good of the order reported several good recommendations, on which action wa- taken. In due recognition of the unprec- edented action on the part of the citizens of Altoona, which action is embodied, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted by a standing vote : WHEREAS, Tho city of Altoona having learned that the Patrons of Husbandry were to hold their annual session of the Pennsylvania State Grange in their city, and WHEREAS, They have raised by popu- lar subscription the sum of $100 to defray the expenses incurred by the State Grange in renting a hall ; therefore be it Resolved, That we extend to the city of Altoona our hearty thanks for its generous donation and hearty co-operation. The following prcamble and resolution were also unanimously adopted : “WHEREAS, Brother J. Metzger, chair- man of the Blair county Pomona Grange committee of arrangements, and his asso- ciates have made ample provisions wherein our people have been entertained and en- abled to hold this meeting of the Pennsyl- vania State Grange. Therefore, be it Resolved, That a vote of thanks be ex- tended to Brother Metzger, his associates and members of the Blair county Pamona Grange for their zeal and fidelity to our officers, representatives and members of the Pennsylvania State Grange. On the adoption of these resolutions the session adjourned to meet Friday morning at 9 o'clock, at which session the final re- port were made and salaries fixed. The following preamble and resolutions were submitted to the Pennsylvania State Grange, Patrons of Husbandry, by the leg- islative committee of the the State Grange, at the session held Friday morning, and were unanimously adopted. They are a forcible recognition of a new condition of thought and action throughout the world. The rapid development of hitherto unculti- vated lands in countries with a compara- tively low standard of civilization and con- sequent cost of maintenance has created such a forcible competitor to the farmer of the United States that, with the latter's much more costly mode of living, the world’s price of agricultural staples has reached a point at which under existing conditions, he finds himself unable to cope with his opponent. This fact has given rise to the question ‘‘What will the Amer- ican farmer do to make his occupation yield more than the absolute necessities of life?” After due consideration of all con- ditions appertaining thereto the American agriculturist has come to the conclusion tha, if it is necessary for the manufacturer to be protected by law from the invasion of foreign competition he is in equity and N ne justice entitled to the same consideration. There seems to be logic in the proposition he submits that since he has to pay a tariff rate on almost everything he uses, and if there be any good reason for so doing, he for the same reason is entitled to similar consideration. He believes that if it be right to sustain one factor of our civiliz- ation another factor equally deserving should not suffer. {Your committee, in view of the contin- ued depression in the prices of agricultural staples, which in the price of wheat is only partially and temporarily relieved by the demand for export caused by the accident of a shortage in the crops of our principal competitors, have given attention to the proposed policy of a bounty on agricultural exports which has been so forcibly advoca- ted by David Lubin, of California, and we accept as established these facts : “That the prices of agricultural products as a whole, and particularly of the great staples, are so reduced as to be often be- low cost of production, and that in no case do they suffer a guarantee of profit. ‘That this situation is not confined to this country, although intensified here by the more liberal mode and higher cost of living of our people; in short, by their progress in education and advancement in civilization. ‘“That, unless remedied, this condition must inevitably gravitate downward until the level of the lower and debased agricul- tural populations of the world is reached, a condition incompatible with the mainte- nance of our higher civilization, and even the perpetuity of our free institutions and our self government. ‘That we recognize a new ‘world-condi- tion’ arising from the wonderful facilities of transportation by land and sea, which now bring together ‘as in a scroll’ the very ends of the earth; which outstrip even time itself in disseminating intelligence through all the marts of trade. , ‘‘That we realize that by the introduc- tion of modern automatic machinery the superior efficiency of intelligent agricultur- ists is in a great degree discounted, and the educated farmers of our land are brought into sharper competition with those who but for the advantage given by their use of such machinery could never have become objects of our concern as rivals. ‘‘That we are aware of the additional menace which threatens us from the ap- proaching completion of the Siberian rail- road and the opening by Russia, as the bidder against the world, of the most enor- mous contiguous arable tract on the planet, which, when stocked with the latest farm machinery now manufactured in conti- nental Europe, will ultimately crowd all cereals and staples toa point lower than ever yet reached. So “That we cannot deceive ourselves with the idea that any measure of protection to our industries offered by a tariff on imports can avail in the slightest degree to benefit the grower of those crops, of which he pro- duces a surplus for export, and whose prices are necessarily made in the world’s market, where they are and must continue to be disposed of. ‘That we have a right to demand that the same proportion of advantage shall be given to the agricultural industry that is accorded by law to any other in this broad land. ‘‘That while protection countries which are importers of agricultural products may in a measure remedy the evil of low prices by increasing the duties of agricultural im- ports, it is manifestly impossible for those which produce a surplus for export to give the least particle of relief to the interest of their farmers by a high tariff on these products. “That the lessening of productions of these farm staples, so as to bring them within the limit of our own home consump- tion, is no remedy, as it is an economic im- possibility, and, in any event, could only injure by lessening the opportunities of employment to our people and reducing the actual resources and wealth of our country. ‘‘Again, that diversification of our pro- duction can afford no certain nor perma- nent relief, as experience has proved that largely increased production, such as dairy products, truck, berries, fruit, etc., only’ tends to eventually lower these things, as well as the staples, below the profit point. ‘“‘At a time when the American farmer had almost a world monopoly in the pro- duction of staples, when with cheaper lands he was the almost exclusive user of improved agricultural machinery, he was then able to pay the ultimate net cost of a high protective tariff and still live; but when as now the world’s prices are down to one-half their former rates, ir the face of this to attempt to even maintain, let alone still raise higher, the protective tar- iff, would be economic suicide. “What then is the remedy ? It is clear that we must either lower the price of things which the agricultural producer must buy to the world-level of value, through free trade, or artificially enhance in the home market the price of his prod- ucts to the protection level by a genuine and real protection policy. : “This, we have seen, it is utterly im- possible to affect by any tariff no matter how high upon the staple crops, whereas a bounty on exports could not fail to raise the price of such products in the home mar- ket to the extent cf that export bounty. | “This would be securing to the Ameri- can producer of these staples directly, and to all farmers of this country indirectly, the same measure of protection or advantage that the tariff now gives to manufacturers. And just as long as our manufacturers are protected on their productions by a tar- iff on imports, every consideration of jus- tice, equity and expediency demands as an offset an equal protection to agriculture by a bounty on exports. - After the newly elected officers were in- stalled on Friday morning by Mr. J. C. Kennedy, of Eric county, assisted by Mr. S. J. Logan, of Crawford county, and Mis. Kate Hutton, of Cumberland, the meeting adjourded. Before introducing the newly elected of- ficer , Mr. McClure made a brief, but vigor- ous address on the importance of faithfully carrying out the provisions of the constitu- tion and laws. The officers in turn made brief addresses pledging faithful services during their incumbency. The adjourn- ment service was conducted by Worthy Master Rhone. The delegates from Centre county who stopped in town on their way home all express their appreciation of the convention and the pleasant hospitality of Altoona. : Decidedly Unfair. Bobbie—Tommie Crumps is & mean little boy. 5 Bobbie’s Mamma—What done? Bobbie—Why, me an him was practic- ing high kickin, an he got mad an kicked me right in the stummick. Bobbie’s Mamma—And what had you done to Tommie ? Bobbie—TI just kicked him in the neck. —Cleveland Plain Dealer. has Tommie FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN: The granddaughter of the late Baron Hirsch is heir to £100,000,000, which is about $10,000 a day income. With the wide use of corsclets and girdles buckles and fancy buttons are becom. ing more popular than ever before. The latest buttons are square and are rather large—in steel, enamel, paste pearls of every color set in cut steel and a new com- position that imitates mother of-pearl very well. Buckles are beginning to appear in the front of the wide corselet belt, and these come in steel and paste, in slender shapes and in length of six to ten inches. For the back of a ribbon belt there isa a steel buckle six inches wide and bent to the figure, with loops of ribbon above and below the centre of the buckle—a Parisian idea sure to take here. Bodices for every day street wear may be said to be unknown quantities. A skirt and jacket constitute a tailor suit nowadays, and instead of the fitted body once worn under the coat a winter shirt waist is now the proper caper.” Time has proven the usefulness and comfort of this admirable garment and one marvels to find that the shirt waist character is not lost through winter materials. Think of silk, velvet and corduroy being made into shirt waists ! : But strange as it may seem such is the case and very dashing they are, too, espec- ially when made at the men’s furnishing shops, as the best of them are. Very nice ones, though, may be found at all of the large general shops, which show besides the corduroy and plain velvet waists very useful and inexpensive ones of changeable silk in all colors, and really magnificent affairs in plaid and shot velvet. A stand-up or turn-down linen collar to button on generally accompanies these at the general shops, but at the furnishing places the winter shirt waists are all sold without collars. These are bought separate, costing from - 13 to 25 cents ol ® 2 5 No other article of dress takes on the in- dividuality of a person as does a hat. One that we have seen often on its owner's head, wherever we note, whether lying on the table in the area entry, or hanging in the orthodox horns in the front hall, will seem to be framing the professor’s face in indelible photography : “How like Amy that looks,” or ‘‘Uncle Samuel,” or Miss Smith”’—as the case may be—is continually reiterated. While we are willing to concede that any hat frequently worn will in time get to look like us, we often neglect to consider that there are certain head coverings so un- suited to our style, that, when they be- come a part of us, personality seems to have been pulled awry, as it were. Only naturally natty girls should wear distinctly jaunty hats. * Demure ones should affect those that far- ther carry®but the notion of quaint sim- plicity, but they have nothing whatever to do with a chapeau that in the faintest de- gree suggests masculinity. Vogue should not be allowed to settle these matters ab- solutely, as there is no more attractive pos- session than a distinct individuality in all that bears on personal appearance. Any inviolable rule in that direction is most absurd. For instance, one frequently sees advice to women which asserts that a small, thin face should never be crowned by a large hat, and that a stont woman should not wear a diminutive one. Whereas, the fact remains. that a small bonnet, if trim- med to relieve what some wit calls that ‘‘grapeskin on an orange look,”” may be much more becoming than a headpiece of such dimensions as to suggest everything of one kind. And a thin woman if her face is saucy and piquant, never looks bet- ter than in a broad rimmed or high crowned hat, surmounted with nodding plumes. Of course, if the features arc emaciated through illness, or of a serious, saintly or student type, nothing is more ghastly and inappropriate than a dashing head cover- -ing. The universal popularity of the sail- or hat for several years, proves how be- coming simplicity is to the maturity of young faces. In selecting a hat more should be taken into consideration than merely what is modish, and our average size. We should consider well our char- acteristics and decide whether we come un- der the sprightly or the demure head, as well as the exact use we will be likely to put our new purchase to. A skilled New York dentist has formu- lated the following rules for the care of the teeth= Use a soft brush, and water the temperature of the mouth. Brush the teeth up and down in the morning, before going to bed and after eating whether it is three or six times a day. Use a good tooth powder twice a week, not oftener, ex- cept in cases of sickness, when the acids from a disordered stomach are apt to have an unwholesome effect upon the dentine. Avoid all pastes and dentrifices that foam in the mouth ; the latter is a sure sign of soap, and soap injures the gums, without in any way cleansing the teeth. The very best powder is of precipitated chalk ; it -i8 absolutely harmless and will clean the enamel without affecting the gums. Orris root or a little evergreen added gives a pleasant flavor but 1n no way improves the chalk. A teaspoonful of listerine in half a glass of water used as a wash and gargle after meals is excellent; it is good for sore or loose gums ; it sweetens the mouth and is a valuable antiseptic, destroying all odors that arise from the diseased gums and teeth. Use a quill pick if necessary after eating, but a piece of waxed floss is better. The lady whose wardrobe holds no figaro is decidedly behind the times this winter, for, from street costumes to ball gowns they are in vogue. They are made indifferently of every thing that comes to hand—-silk, velvet’ satin, cloth, lace, fur, and in open passementerie. Some of these dainty little garments are small, scarcely more than a cir- cle around each arm ; but others are longer than the waist itself. Some are flat to the figure, and others have revers, collars or fancy facings. There are also figaros in black crape, worked closely with fine dull black beads. These are for mourning. Black broadcloth, braided with black soutache and fine gold braid, make a very handsome figaro, and one that can be worn with any kind of a gown. Those of shaped silk passementerie are susceptible to many changes, according to the color of the lining, which can be lightly basted in to suit the different gown. Some of these arc left unlined and worn just as they are over any kind of a dress. The best made, however, is to have a figaro to every gown when one can af- ford it. These are of the dress material and trimmed to suit the colors. Never go to bed with cold or damp feet. 5) / 7
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