attention was attracted by the sound of rippling water and he went to where a quarters.’’ Pete heard the remarks and calmed his knew the way. He made straight for the pateh of alfaifa How it began and How it Ended—An Important be easily suppressed, said : “The first 7 tic Al receding figures on horseback. Then his likely see another before we get to head- | but his steps were those of a man who | The Whisky Insurrection. Tench Coxe that the insurrection could not - ~~ reo | Bellefonte, Pa., January 17, 1902 THOSE GOOD RESOLUTIONS. Some days ago the fellows Of penitential mind Declared that they no longer Would let bad habits bind; And each was then resolving That better he would do, And henceforth in life’s journey The narrow path pursue. One vowed that he'd stop smoking And never puff again, ° Not even if surrounded By scores of smoking men. Another was declaring He nevermore would chew That filthy weed, tobacco, So long accustomed to. The fellow who'd been burning Big wads of good long green Resolved he’d save, and often Would at the bank be seen. The fellow famed as stingy Declared that henceforth he Would "mong his friends be noted For generosity. The victim of libations, By liquor oft disgraced, Was solemaly declaring The stuff no more he’d taste. The man whose love for poker Had often cost him much Avowed his firm intention That cards he’d never touch. These penitents and others Are being sorely tried, For now there’s strong temptation To fight on every side. Encouragement they're needing, So help each all you can 'T'o keep his resolutions And be a better man. THE ODOR OF ALFALFA. The afternoon of Christmas eve, vet hot, almost sultry, notwithstanding. The three riders had their broad-brimmed hats push- ed well back from their foreheads in order that they might catch what little breeze there was blowing. The white alkali dust hung lazily over the trail as it was stirred up by the steady dog trot of the ponies. The short, parched grass of the prairie looked almost as brown as if it had been under the suns of July instead of those of December. The whole atmosphere seemed charged with summer’s laziness, ‘*This ain’t no respectable kind o’ Christ- mas weather,”’ said the rider with the heavy, black mustache, as he wiped a few drops of perspiration from his face with a big red bandana. **No,’’ said the little blonde, ‘‘and may- be if 'twas —’ ‘ "Twounldn’s make no difference,” in- terrupted the wiry man with the brown hair and the keen eye, viciously. “No weather ain't goin’ to make no difference with this here Christmas present. Any kind of weather goes these times.’ “We won’t fuss about that,’ rejoined the big man, with rather a nervous laugh, ** ‘specially as it’s you that’s goin’ to do the most of the getting. Besides, this ain’t natural, even for Texas—and most any kind o’ thing is natural here, too. To-day’s a weather breeder. . It may be cold enough to shave a man without soap, water or ra- zor before that Christmas gift gets in our little stockings.” Then the conversation ceased as sudden- ly as it begun. For some miles the silence was broken only by the creaking of the saddles, an occasional jingle of spmis and the pattering footfalls of the ponies. The wiry man with keen eyes had fallen some- what behind his companions. He was ev- idently thinking, and from the scowl on his face one would have judged that his thoughts were not of a very pleasant na- ture. His lithe form was stooped and his head was leaning forward. Suddenly,how- ever, he heard the noise of the feet of the ponies splashing in shallow water. In- stantlv he became erect in his saddle. “Damuition I’ he ejaculated. ‘What does that mean ? How come water in this God-forsaken country? I knew every foot of this land seven years ago, an’ I could ’a swore there wasn’t a drop o’ water nearer than the Pecos.” He had been so engaged in thinking that he had not noticed the shallow ditch until the ponies of his companions had stepped in the water. The big man laughed at his sarprise—not altogether pleasantly. “Improvements,” he replied. ‘You didn’t expect Texas to stand stock still for seven years while you was up in Wyoming for your health, did yon? You can’t deny that your health was a lot better up there than what it would ‘a’ heen if you'd stay- ed here,can you ? Then you oughtn’t to be- grudge us our improvements, neither. That's a side ditch fiom one of the Pecos company’s irrigating canals. That's the one your old friend Frank Haydon’s mau- ager of, you know. You'll find they’ve changed the face of the land considerably before you get through. Texasdon’t stand still for Kansas Pete. nor any one else.” Pete ignored whatever of personality there might have been in these remarks, glanced searchingly around the horizon and then fixed his gaze on a patch of dark green in the distance. “And what the blazes is that 2” he asked pointing to it. ‘‘More improvements,” said the other. ‘‘Alfalfa. Didn’t have none of it here Seven years ago. Don’t ask any body else what it is, though, or they might guess you was a new comer. It’s about the first thing the irrigation people plant. It may interest you more, though, to know that that’s the place where Santa Claus lies to- night—meaning yourself, of course.’ **Is that the place where the Toyah trail crosses this 2’ i" *‘It shore is an’ you can give yoar friend and his friend the onexpected pleasure of meeting you there within an hour or two —that is, if the wes’ hound got into Pecos anywhere near on time. To be sure not to disappoint ‘em, we'd better get a niove on us, Then the riders put their ponies to a gallop. Nearer aud nearer came the patch of dark green. Finally they reached it. “Thats the place,” said the tittle blonde laconically. “‘Tamble off.’ Pete rolled gracefully out of the saddle, He paused a moment to remove his Win. chester from the scabbard in which, it had been resting behind the saddle. Then he handed his bridle rein to the little blonde. *SBorry we can’t leave You your hoss,”’ remarked that gentleman, as he and his companion rode off. = ‘‘If the stuff was just a litle taller you sonig hide it in, hoss an’ all. 'Tain’t more’n three mile, though, an’ it won't do. you no harm to foot if. Due north, remember; right at the bend of the Pecos, where the three cottonwoods used to he. Wish you good luck !” For a few moments Pete gazed after the small stream of water was trickling down one of the irrigation ditches. Lying flat down on his stomach, he took a long drink The water was not very cool, but it was better than none. Some way it seemed to relieve in some degree the inward heat that was consuming him. Sitting up he glane- ed toward the alfalfa, only a few yards away. ‘“Not yet, damn through clenched teeth. to. It’s his!” Then he rolled over on his back, and lay stretched at fall length on the soft turf, gazing up into the blue sky of Texas over- head.. As he did so, he noticed that there was a faint trace of mist back on the northern horizon. Principally. however, his glance was toward the south. At last two moving black specks appear- ed on the prairie away to the south. Im- mediately Pete became all attention. On these specks bis gaze was riveted for some minutes. ‘It’s them !’’ he exclaimed at last. Then seizing his Winchester, he crawled rapidly but stealthily, toward the tall alfalfa. In Texas, on the level prairie, it pays a man to be cautious, even when the other fellow is a long distance off. Pete knew this. When he reached the alfalfa he made for the thickest of the patch, and even there he took the precaution to take only a half sitting position, reclining on one elbow. As he settled himself in this position he suddenly began to be conscious of a subtle yet plainly perceptible, odor that was stealing in upon his consciousness. In his excitement he kad not noticed it before. Now he dilated his nostrils and drew in long breaths of it. < ‘‘The old smell of clover, shore as I'm a foos high !"” he exclaimed. ‘‘Ain’t smelt it before since I left Toway !"’ It may be remarked parenthetically that Kansas Pete was an artist . at choosing names. He had chosen that of Kansas Pete hecause Kansas was one state which he had neverseen in his life, and because Pete was one of the names he had never borne before. Incidentally it had occurred to him that the Texas reputation of Kansas would not be very susceptible of injury. The unmistakable clover odor was sweet but some way it did not seem to please him. As he drew in repeated breaths of it he tore up whole handfuls of the stalks in an ungovernable rage, and made remarks, the precise nature of which cannot be even intimated in print. Ina moment, though, his frenzy gave way to the cold fury of his implacable hate. He grasped his Win- chester more firmly. “Frank first!” he said to himself, ‘‘then his eastern hoss next—if I have to. Still you can’t tell which may be carrying the money. If ’twasn’t for the boys I'd mighty nigh let that part of it go. If I get even with him that’s enough. Ob, yes Mr. Haydon! You don’t know what an old friend is waiting for you in your little alfalfa patch, do youn ?’* While these statements of Pete’s were not exactly such as to do credit to a Sun- day school scholar, it may be noted that they had changed perceptibly in the last few minutes. Murder for hate is had enough, but it ig not quite as bad as mur- der for money. Pete himself was vaguely conscious of this fact, and felt some faint wonder as to what had caused the change. It was now time for him to he very still. The two riders, unconscious of his presence were coming pear. Pete crouched low, cocked his Winchester and clutched it firmly. His teeth were clenched, his face was set. He was taking deep breaths, and the odor of alfalfa—the old clover odor— came in with every breath. Suddenly he began to think about some- thing. Perhaps the rustling of the breeze among the alfalfa leaves suggested the rust- ling of garments. He looked down at one of the white blossoms—for all theworld like a white clover blossom—and it made him think of a certain delicate white face. He even imagined he could see the hlue eyes. The face—or perhaps the old clover odor— Suggested a certain country lane away back in Iowa. The rippling of water in the ir- rigating ditch again caught his ear. This time, for some mysterious reason, it sug- gested words—certainly the most musical that ever fell on mortal ears. How plainly he remembered them, although he had not thought of them for years. This is what he heard : ‘No, John; I can’t go so far away while mother is so feeble, but I love yon, John: and if ever you need me real bad, just let me know, and I'll come to see you then— if I can.” It all came back to him now; the country lane, the moonlight night, the white dress, tiie pure, pale face, the upturned eyes of pleading blue, and with it all, the sweet odor of the old clover fields of [owa. The two riders were approaching, engag- ed in animated conversation. He recog-. nized the voice of his old enemy, Frank Haydon, now prosperous, with a saddle pocket full of his company’s gold, while he Pete, was a fugitive and without a cent. The visiting easterner was speaking. “That smells like home,” he said. What is it?’ ‘‘Alfalfa,” replied Haydon. ‘‘Doesn’t it have the old clover odor 2" asked his com panion. “Don’t know, I'm sure,” said Haydon. ‘You know we don’t have clover in Texas and I've never lived anywhere else. Still, I guess you’re right. I remember once reading in the Farm and Ranch that alfalfa ix a species of giant clover.’ “It must be, judging from the smell. It’s like meeting an old friend in a stfange land.” Little did they think, as they pursued this careless conversation, that they were covered by the Winchester of a desperate man hidden there in the tall alfalfa. Pete raised his gon to his shoulder. His finger was on the trigger. Now he had a bead covering the heart of the man he hated —whom he had come back all the way from Wyoming to kill. It was the mo. ment for which he bad waited. Involuntarily he took a deep breath. With it came the odor of the alfalfa again —the old clover odor. Again he saw the white face and the pleading blue eyes. Again he heard the sweet low voice that said : + ‘‘But if you ever need me real bad, John let me know, and I'll come to you then— if I can.” . His hand trembled, and the muzzle of the Winchester was lowered just a trifle. In this position he waited for some mo. ments and the riders passed on. Then he threw himself flat on his face on the ground with a torrent of tears, : . ““If there ever was a time when I needed you real bad, little girl,” he said . to him- sell, as his sobs shook his whole frame. ‘I | reckon it was right then.’ The easterner heard a slight commotion and turned in his saddle. ‘What was that?’ he asked. ‘‘Dunno,” returned Haydon; a coyote, most likely. Come on, though. You’ll it!” he exclaimed ‘Not till I have sobs. He lay prone on the ground until the riders had passed out of sight. Then he picked up his Winchester and began doggedly to trudge his three miles to the north where his companions were waiting for him in their dugout by the Pecos. As he trudged, the whole situation began to dawn upon him. His enemy was gone, and with him not only his chance for vengeance but his saddlebag of gold—the ‘Christmas present,’’he had promised his pals. All this he had allowed to slip—and why? “If ever there was an unspeakable fool,” he said, ‘‘I guess it’s me.’ The old ciover was no longer in his nos- trils. He felt jaded and worn, and the three miles to the uorth took him some time. He noted dully that the mist bank ahead of him was getting blacker and nearer, but he scarcely thought of it. He was thinking what kind of a tale he should tell to the men ahead of him. One of them was in the dugout cooking supper as he drew near, but the one with the black mustache was outside waiting for him. “Christmas gift,’ called that gentleman as soon as Pete came within hearing dis- tance. Pete said nothing in reply, but went inside the dugout and stood his Win- chester in the corner. “How much is it, Pete ?’’ asked the lit- tle blond, as he paused a moment in his cooking. ‘Not a blame cent.”’ “The devil! How’s that?’ ‘They was too many for me. propose to tackle a regiment.” “How many wuz they ?"’ “Six, and four of them was cow-punch- ers from the X Bar Cross, an’ had their guns with ’em.”’ At this the two men simultaneously slap- ped their thighs, and whooped vociferous- ly and derisively. ‘‘What’s eatin’ you 2’ asked Pete, grimly. ‘“‘Nuthin’,” said the big one; at nerves as you I didu’s “but if you was as good are at lyin’ you’d have come nearer get- tin’ that Christmas gift. We sneaked around in the bend of the Pecos down there, and thought we’d watch the fun—not near enough to be a witness, you know, bat kinder at long range. If there wuz six men, they must er heen ridin’ two hosses, an’ you know it just as well as we do. We saw ’em colae an’ we saw ’em go, an’ there wasn’t but two—just the two you heen looking for. What the devil ailed you, Kansas ?’’ Pete knew that they were telling the truth, and he felt that they who had been willing to share his spoils, bat not his dan- ger, had been witnesses of his shame. His face flushed, now at having been caught in such a poor one. He was nota man of ready invention, before he knew it, he was blurting out the truth, which was the only thing that occurred to him on the spur of the moment. ‘*‘You gents put up a game on me,”’ he growled. ‘‘Whatever made you put me to hide in that blame stuff ? You both knowed what time of the year it was an’ you might ’a’ knowed that with the cussed stuff smelling like it did I couldn’t —?? Here he paused in considerable confu- sion. He was actually telling the story of his own disgrace. His two companions were listening to him in the silence of pure amazement. Finally, the blond slapped his knee, and began to roar with laughter. sas says it was the smell. What do you think of that ? Kansas was going to shoot, but the smell of that alfalfa skeered him.” Pete looked around for his Winchester but Big Tom was hetween him and it; and Big Tom had a six shooter in his scabbard. He stood the roars of the two men for a moment; then, speechless with rage and helplessness, he bolted through the door of the dugout into the outer air. Haidly knowing what he was doing, he stalked rapidly toward the south. As he lefs he was followed by the derisive shouts of his two companions. ‘It was the smell, Tom ! The smell of the alfalfa. Kansas Pete says he got skeer- ed out of a saddlebag full of gold by the smell of that cossed stuff! Haw! Haw I’ Had he bad his gun in reach the end would have been different. As it was, he felt that the odds were too heavy against him. Full of rage, he held on his way to the south, unmindful of derisive shouts and laughter. Wonderful to say, even in the midst of the tumult raging within him, once more he seemed to hear the gentle voice saying : “I love you Jobn; and if you ever need me real bad, let me know, and I'll come to you then—if I can.” A flood of tears came to his eyes. ‘If she did come,” he said to himself, “or it she ever knowed, she’d say I done right.” Then his stooped shoulders straightened up, and he carried his head more erect, Hardly knowing what he did, he was shap- ing his course toward the alfalfa patch he bad left so recently. Perhaps he felt in a vagne way that as he was now without shelter on the Texas prairies, he conld at least go where he might be a little nearer to her. It was now night, and the stars were shining overhead. Perhaps if it had not been for the fever within him, he would have noticed that the temperature had fall- en slightly. Certainly if he had even glanced once toward the north he would have noticed the huge cloud, black as death, now rapidly bearing down upon him from that direction. As it was, he had almost reached the alfalfa field before he was sud- denly brought to a consciousness of his danger. It was not a pleasant awakening. A gust of wind, laden with the coldness of death, caught his broad-brimmed hat and sent it whirling. The sting of sand and small gravel augmented the sting of the cold. Ina moment he realized that the ‘‘weather breeder’’ of the day before was fulfilling its prophecy. It was such a bliz- zard as only the plains of West Texas know. Had it not been for the tempest within him he would have seen and recog- nized the signs of its approach. As it was, he knew from the first that it was to be a fight for his life. By the time he had re- covered his lost hat. the clond had over- spread the entire sky, and everything was black. At first he set out desperately to fight his way back to the dugout he had just left. Tor a few hundred yards he buffeted the wind. Then he felt in his face a keen- er sting than that of the sand and gravel and the cold wind. It wassnow and sleet. When he first felt it he paused. Then he gave up and turned round. He knew per- fectly well that no human being on foot, and clad as be was clad, could face that fory for three miles and live. It was char- aoteristio of Kansas Pete that he never bat- tled where he was absolutely sure to lose. ‘When he turned again to the south he knew exactly where he was going. There was no human habitation in that direction nearer than Pecos City,twenty miles away. Hie form was huddled up so as to present as little surface as possible to the tempest, -the stalks. ‘It’s the smell, Tom,’’ he roared; Kan-. Episode in the History of Pennsylvania. (Continued from last week.). *‘For more than three years,” as Secre- tary of State Randolph expressed it, ‘‘cer- tain laws of the United States had heen obstructed in their execution by disorderly combinations.”” The president, fully con- vinced that further peaceable measures would prove futile, felt it was incumbent upon him to vindicate the authority of the government by the use of the military power. He, therefore, issned the procla- mation, dated September 25th, 1794, in which he referred to the contumacious and refractory spirit with which the proposi- tions of amnesty had been met, and after declaring his determination, in obedience to the high and irresistible duty consigned to him by the constitution, ‘‘to take care that the laws be faithfully executed,’ announced that the militia, which had been summoned into service, was already marching to ’’the scene of disaffection.” The troops from Pennsylvaniaand New Jersey were ordered to rendezvous at Bedford. Pa., and those from Maryland and Virginia at Camber- land on the Potomac. The command of the expedition was conferred on Gen. Henry Lee, of Virginia, the intrepid ‘Light Horse Harry’ of Revolutionary fame, and the governors of Pennsylvania and New Jersey were to command the militia of the several states under him. The president in person visited each divis- ion of the army arriving at Cumberland on the 14th of October, and at Bedford on the 19th. After remaining at the last- named place two days he returned to the national capital (Philadelphia), arriving there on the 28th. From Cumberland and Bedford the army moved in two divisions, and arrived at Uniontown on the 30th day of October. * Five days later the march was resumed for Pittsburg, over some of the identical ground which the president, as Col. Washington, had traveled when he accompanied Gen. Braddock on his ill-fated expedition against the French and Indians in 1755. The presence of this formidable military force had a good effect. It intimidated the disorderly and rebellious, and prevented the shedding of blood. The disaffected did not venture to assemble in arms or make any open opposition. As the same time it was evident, from the stubborn and malev- “'I¢’ll be a listle warmer than out in the open,’’ he said to himself; ‘‘an’ to be, I'd rather it’d be where I can think of her. I guess if she knew, she'd rather it was here, too. An’ maybe I'd stand a better chance where I left that feller go— ’specially if she knew about it.’ The night wind was blowing with the force of a hurricane. The sting of the sleet was like the cutting of knives. The bliz. zard was in full possession of the prairie that night. Pete reached the alfalfa patch and crouched down among the thickess of He filled his arms with them and pulled them down over him and around him. He made out of them the very best shelter he could. For a moment he felt a little warmer; then when the sleet began to sift through, he realized the helplessness of his situation. It was the best he could do, and under that pitiful shelter he waited for the end. He felt that it would not be long in coming. As he waited, the alfalfa odor—the old clover odor of Iowa—hegan to steal in up- on his consciousness again. In his hands he was tightly grasping two or three of the white alfalfa blossoms. He knew by the feel of them, although it was getting too dark to see. Besides he was getting drow- sy. Perhaps it was the drowsiness; perhaps it was the cold clover odor; perbaps it was a disordered imagination; perhaps it was the actual God’s truth—who shall say ? Anyway, he had a vague sense that a pure white face was actually near him. He could even see the tender, appealing blue eyes upturned to him. And amidst the shrieking of the night wind, he actually thought he heard the gentle voice once more saying; “I love you, John: and if the time ever comes when you need me real bad, let me know aud I'll come to you then—if I can. An exclamation rose to his lips. ‘If ever I need yon real bad, little girl”? he muttered, “I think it's right now. I couldn’s ‘a’ needed you worse—less it was the time I had a bead drawn on that fel- low.” He was growing very drowsy now. The cold had ceased to sting and the darkness to oppress. He was perfectly comfortable —delicionsly warm. Again the country lane, the moonlit night, the white dress, the pure, pale face, the blue eyes! Again the same voice and the same sweet words; and pervading it all, the sweet old odor of the clover fields of Iowa. * 3 * if it’s got surgents were only cowed, not completely vanquished, and would recommence their lawlessness as soon as the army was with- drawn. It was deemed advisable, there- fore, to station for the winter a detach- ment at some favorable point that would enable it to promptly suppress any dis- turbance which the opponents of the law might attempt to i» augurate. This corps was put under the command of Major Gen. eral Morgan, of Virginia, who was directed in a general order, dated November 17th, to ‘‘move the troops without delay to Bent- ley’s farm, on the west side of the Monon- gahela, near Perry’s ferry,” and there *‘es- tablish them in quarters.” It will not be amiss to state here that the commander-in- chief in the same general order designated the days and routes on which the various divisions should take up the march for their respective homes. The government having adopted such firm and decisive measures, and arrested some of the leaders who refused to give assurances of future submission to the laws, the ferment soon subsided, and no farther complaints were made of outrages or dis- orderly demonstrations on the part of the insurgents. Gen. Neville gave notice that offices for the registering of stills would be opened on the 20th of November, at Pitts- burg, Washington, Uniontown and Greens- burg, and that all distillers would be re- quired to make the proper entries. This being done, the revenue arising from the excise was collected without further op- position. The law, it may be proper to state here, was repealed in 1805. David Bradford, in anticipation of the action of the government, fled the country and died an exile at Bayou Sara in the Louisiana territory, which was then still a dependency of Spain. He started down the Ohio in a canoe, but after passing the mouth of the big Sciota, secured passage on a coal barge, whose crew drove off three spies aud a subaltern officer sent after the fugitive by Capt. De Hebecourt, who was in command of the militia at Gallipolis, Ohio. Gen. Lee, in a letter to Capt. De Hebecourt, dated Nov. 22nd, said :(—*‘I am concerned that the party in pursuit of Mr. Bradford were uusuccessful in their efforts to arrest him, inasmuch as I fear the late convulsions of this county may, in a great degree, be ascribed to his counsels and efforts. While I wish that he should be taken, I wish not, that he should be de- stroyed. It is the happiness, as it is the pride of America, that no person can be deprived of his property or his existence bug by law. Permit me, therefore, to as- sure you that the information you have received that I wished Bradford to be killed rather than suffered to escape is erroneous, and that I shudder at the idea of hunting to death a fellow being. In the event of Bradford being captured, Gen. Tee direct- ed that he ‘‘be treated with every civility consistent with his safe custody.’ Nearly three hundred persons concerned in the insuirection, had been arrested. Some of them, after being taken to Pitts- burg, were released through the interposi- tion of influential friends. Others were sent to Philadelphia for trial. The United States circuit court convened in April, 1795, and several of the accused were indicted for high treason. The trial of two of them, Stewart and Wright, was ‘postponed in consequence of some informality in furnish- ing the prisoners with the names of the witnesses. One man named Porter had been arrested in mistake for another of the same name, and by direction of the court the jury acquitted him. During the same term, two other men were tried on the charge of high treason. It was clearly shown that one named Vigol was a member of the party that, after hreaking into the house of Collector Wells, had seized and abused that officer; and it was proven that the other, named Mitchell, had assisted in hurning Gen. Neville’s buildings, and was quite zealous in the Braddock Field demonstra- tion, as well as active in dissuading persons Irom signing the declaration of submission. Both were found guilty, but afterwards pardoned by the President, who also, at a later date, granted a general amnesty to all who were not objects of depending prosecn- tions. And thus ended the ‘Whisky Insurrec- tion,” which in its time really threatened the stability of the government itself; for had the insurgents been successful in their resistance, new impulses would have been imparted to the movement for establishing an ultramontane empire, which was a fav- orite project for many of the early settlers. As a matter of fact, the feeling on this sub- ject had heeh kept alive and was much stronger at this critical period of time than people of the present day may imagine. H. H. Brackenridge, under the date of August * * * % By noon of Christmas Day the blizzard had abated and Big Tom and the little blonde went ont to find him, Somehow, they hoth felt that they knew just where to look. There they found him. Over the alfalfa stalks which he had pulled over him as a protection, the blizzard had spread him a winding sheet of spotless white. The purity of the snow may not have suit- ed the life of the man who lay below it, hut it was not greater than the purity of her who bad loved him. No one can doubt that in the darkness of the night he had needed her ‘real bad;’’ and no one can doubt that she came to him then—if she could.—St. Louis Globe Dem- oerat. ee —— Value of Lime Water. In every home where these blessings, children and flowers, are found, lime wa. ter should be kept prepared for frequent use, and it is so inexpensive and so valua- ble that a fresh supply ought always to be found in the family medicine closet. If any of the childred show a trifling ill- ness from indigestion. It is claimed that a diet of milk with a tablespoonfui of lime water added to the quart of milk will give relief withont any other medicine. This is a remedy frequently prescribed to children under 10 who seem indisposdd. It furnishes a simple food and allows tbe digestive organs a chance to rest and re- store themselves to their normal condition. Lime water mixed with equal parts of sweet oil is excellent to apply toa burn where the skin isnot off. For the potted plants during the winter season, lime water will prove indispensa- ble, if earth worms have found their way into the pots at the time of repotting, for they will soon exhaust the nutriment of the soil and leave the plants in a sickly condition. An occasional application of weak lime water will soon destroy the worms with- out injuring the plants, and the fresh green appearances of the leaves will quick- ly show the good results of this simple remedy. To prepare the lime water, select a large wide-mouthed bottle, and fill it to the depth of three or four inches witn slacked lime and let it stand for twenty-four hours filled with clear water. For medicinal purposes, flitered rain water or any pure water will do. The water will take up only so much lime. When it is “saturated,” asit will bein the time given, if the hottle has been shaken once or twice, pour the water off through a fine muslin strainer, and set it away for use well-cork- ed in a cool place. eS ————— Wounded in School-¢ Girl Fatally boy’s Battle. As the result of a terrible street fight on Wednesday in McKeesport between the hoys of St. Peter’s parochial school and the lads who attend the public schools, at least one life, that of little Annie Gammon, will be sacrificed. She was str ack on the head with a brick. A dozen arrests have al- ready been made. ? Wednesday's battle was the sequel of a lesser one on Tuesday. The boys had pre- pared for it, mavy being at the school houses earlier than usual with their pock- ete and hats filled with stones and brick- bats. The hoys from the parochial school called the public school boys ‘‘Protestant pups,’’ and in turn were styled “Mickeys.” The boys fought lined up like soldiers in the street, and fought almost a half hour with st ones and bricks before the police arrived. Joseph Egan was hit in the eye with a sharp stick, and will lose the sight of one eye. Eli Day, principal of the pub- lic school, tried to stop the fight, and was badly cut on the head. Windows and glass doors were broken by stones, and the street was full of small stones when the battle ended. The parents have taken sides, and there is much bad feeling in the town. : — ——Deputy © secretary of agriculture Martin says the best tilled farms in Penn- sylvania are those owned by the Amish in Lancaster county in the vicinity of New Holland. They average fifty acres to the farm and yield a profit. of from 3 to 5 per cent. on the investment above the cost of living of those who farm them. Mr. Mar- tin says these farms contain splendid build- ings, are well stocked and are supplied with the latest improved machinery and appliances. 8th, 1794, after asserting in a letter to olent temper they displayed, that the in- measure will be the organization of a new government, comprehending the three Vir- ginia counties and those of Pennsylvania to the westward, to what extent I do not know.” Judge McKean wrote on August 29, 1794,to Attorney General Ingersoll that in case a reconciliation had not taken place many, perbaps a majority of the people threatened to hecome British subjects. ‘‘or at all events to detach themselves from the laws of the Union, and be independent of any government except one to be formed by themselves.,” Judge Addison, in his charge to the grand jury of Allegheny county, September 1st, 1794, after hav- ing commented on the subject, ask- ed: ‘“Are we prepared for a separation from the United State, and to exist as a independent people?” Francis Wharton in his report of the insurgents’ trials, says the hopes of the settlers for an ultramontane empire ‘‘had not been subdned by lapse of time, or by a better acquaintance with the federal system.’ Kennedy, in his “Life of William Wirt,” says Aaron Burr aban- doned his project of subverting the govern- ment at Washington ‘“for one which he supposed more practical —the separation of the Union and the erection of a western confederacy beyond the Allegheny,’’ but he gave this up also for the scheme of in- vading Mexico. The opinions of other per- sons, who were in a position to be inform- ed on this subject, could be given, but the foregoing will suffice to show that the sen- timent in favor of a separate government was still quite strong in the disaffected region and probably had much to do with David Bradford and other leaders prompt- ing the agitation and encouraging the vio- lent measures that were adopted by the in- surgents. Hugh Henry Brackenridge was born in Scotland in the year 1750. When he was five years of age, his father emigrated to the barrens of York county, Pennsylvania, then a new settlement. Hugh's father was a poor farmer, but Scotch boys always find an education, rich or poor. With a few ragged books, borrowed here and there, by an occasional recitation to the clergyman, and diligent study by the dim light of chips and splinters thrown on a winter's fire Hugh mastered learning enough to become a teacher himself, and with the scanty earn- ings of that employment, found himself, at the age of 18, in Princeton college. After graduating, he was licensed to preach. In 1777 he joined the revolutionary army asa chaplain, lived in camp, preached to the soldiers, and attended them to the battle field as in the time of the Covenanters. He afterwards studied law, crossed the mountains to Pittsburg in 1781, soon ac- quired an enviable reputation, and when the county of Allegheny was established, was already at the head of the bar in west- ern Pennsylvania. It may not be uninteresting to state that when Alexander Hamilton was conducting his investigation at Pittsburg, he became convinced, after a rigid examination of Mr. Brackenridge, that the motives and conduct of that gentleman had been *‘horribly mis- represented.’ The raputation of the latter, it is true, had suffered greatly during the exciting period, but he soon regained his popularity, and by devoting himself to his profession, acquiring a large and lucrative practice. Having taken an active part in the political campaign of 1799, which re- sulted in the election of Chief Justice Me- Kean as governor, the new executive ap- pointed Mr. Brackenridge a judge of the supreme court, which position he held un- til the time of his death in 1816, Albert Gallatin, who acted as a committeeman on the part of the insurgents, was nevertheless a friend of law and order. He was a native of Geneva, Switzerland, came to this coun- try in 1780, served in the continental army, in 1785 settled in Fayette county, Pa., and was there naturalized. In 1793 he was elected to the United States senate. He was secretary of the treasury under Presi- dents Jefferson and Madison from 1801 to 1813. In 1815 he was appointed minister to France, and in 1816 envoy extraordinary to Great Britain. He also filled with dis- tinction several other important positions at home and abroad. While it would require too much space to give a detailed account of his eventful and interesting career, i seemed proper to let the reader know what man this Albert Gallatin was, who labored most zealously to bring about a peaceable adjustment of difficulties between the au- thorities whose duty it was to maintam or- der, and the malcontents who had for four years kept the country in a state of turmoil and alarm. S. B. ROW, Philipsburg, Pa., July 1898. Sei ————. He is Well Off. Reasons the American is a Man to Be Envied. All things considered, the average Amer- ican has every reason to be content with his lot. He owns property. looks prosper- ous and will almost reach the psalmist’s limitation of three score years and ten. The average American ‘is a man five feet eight inches in height, with a chest girth of 36 inches, and he weighs 150 pounds. He is nearly an inch taller than his cousin, the average Englishman, and more than an inch taller than his distant cousin, the average German. He probably looks over the heads of all European peoples. In weight, however, he is exceeded by both Englishman and German, being of slimmer and lighter build. His family consists of one wife and three children, a fourth having died 1n infancy . His age is 37 years, and he expects to live 30 years longer, His wife is 35 years of age. She is five feet four inches in height and weighs 126 pounds. She will live to the age of 68 years, as her expectation of life is slightly greater than that of her husband. The average American owns 137 acres of land, 80 acres of which are under cultiva- tion. tant Rich Boy a Helpless Cripple. Charles Templeton Croker, only son of the late C. F. Croker, 15 years old, and owner of $7,500,000, bas arrived in New York, from San Francisco in such a state that few poor boys would want to change places with him. Both his legs are so badly fractured from an accident last September that the bones will not knit. He has come east to see if magio in osteology will enable him to walk again. The journey from San Francisco was made in a special ear. He bad with him his personal physician and several nurses and attendants. ——Thereis one country in the world where 1t is considered a crime to smoke— Abyssinia. The law forbidding tobacco dates from year the 1642. It was at first mere- ly intended to prevent priests from smok- ing in the churches, but it was taken too literal, and nowadays even foreigners have to be careful not to be seen smoking: Tra- ly, here is a country admirably suited as a sanitarinm for the cigarette fiend.
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