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Bellefonte, Pa., June 20, 1902
JUNE.
What is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, comes perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune
And over iv softly her warm ear lays ;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might.
An instinct within it that reaches the towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslips startles in meadow green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and
sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the
best ?
Now is the high tide of the year,
And whatever ot life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,
Into every bare inlet and creek and bay ;
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God wills it;
No matter how barren the past may have been
'T'is enough for us now that the leaves are
green;
We «it in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and blossoms swell;
We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help
knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing ;
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions are blossoming near,
That maize has sprouted, that streams are flow-
ing, .
That the river is bluer than the sky,
That the robin is plastering his house hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For other couriers we shculd not lack;
We could guess it all by yon heifer’s lowing—
And hark! how clear bold chanticleer,
Warmed with the new wine of the year,
Tells all in his lusty crowing!
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how :
Everything is happy now,
Everything is upward striving;
Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As grasg to be green or skies to be blue—
"Tis the natural way of living;
Who knews whither the clouds have fled ?
In the unscarred Heaven they leave no wake;
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season’s youth,
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep neath a silence pure acd smooth,
Like burnt out craters healed with snow,
—James Russel Lowell.
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NEIGHBORS.
‘‘He’s there all alone with nobody but
an old servant. His mother and father are
still in Europe, no one knows where. It’s
all overwork, the doctor says, and he ought
to be thankful it’s not total blindness.
But I'd be cross, too, if I bad to sit in a
dark room for six months without anyone
to read to me. And he’s 20 anxious to get
on with his law.” :
Nona Stewart gazed intently at the visit-
or, whose jetted fringe rattled a castanet
accompaniment to her stream of talk. Who
ought to be thankful ?
The talkative lady did not say.
When she had gone Nona slipped from
her corner by the window and stood behind
the great chair where her grandmother sat
winter and summer playing solitaire.
“*Grandmother,”’ she said, questioning-
ly, “who ought to be thankful, and why
must it last six months ?’
“Eh? Why, of. course he ought to be
thankful. Inflammation of the eyes is no
joke even if he did bring it on trying to
learn everything in one year. Commend
me to young men for a parcel of fools.’’
Aud the old lady snapped a king of hearts
on a queen and shuffled the pack viciously.
*‘Grandmother’’—again the small brown
head peered around the corner of the great
eared chair—‘ who did you say it was ?’’
“Who? Why, young Phil Strong, of
course, the most reckless youngster that
ever lived. I ought to know, too, Wasn't
his grandfather my own cousin? Wasn't
he just the same, obstinate as a rebel 2’?
“Grandmother, did you say that he was
all alone 2”?
‘‘Mercy upon us, child, what next? Yes,
he’s all alone. Look out of the window all
day if you want to, and you won’t see a
soul go out or in except the doctor and the
butcher’s boy. At this time of the year all
the silly people have rushed off to roast at
the seaside, and there’s no one in town to
£0 and see any one.”’
Nona looked out of the window at the
house opposite. For days she had wonder-
ed who it could be that the doctor went to
see. ’
o'r should think he would he lonely,”
said Nona to herself. *‘I should think he
would want some one to come and read to
him.”” There was a long pause. ‘‘And
he’s a kind of cousin, too, besides being my
neighbor. * * * [ghopld think, * *
And grandmother takes her nap every af-
ternoon at 4.7’
* * * * * * *
‘““Here’s your cousin come to read to you
Mr. Phil.” The old housekeeper pushed
open the library door and stood aside for
the young girl who had followed her up
stairs, :
"What ?”’ came in a weary growl from
the darkness. ‘‘Who’s going to read to
me?”
But the housekeeper had departed and
Noua was left standing in the middle of a
very large, very closely curtained room,
with a shadowy somebody who had turned
his bandaged eyes upon her in a way that
made her wonder why she ever came and
how she could get away without speaking.
Aud as she stood . there the voice repeated,
‘Who's that 2”
Nona twisted her fingers together. “‘I—
I heard my grandmother say that you
hadn’s anyone to read to you and that it
might last six months.” She could get no
farther, but it was too late to retreat then.
At her first words the person sprawling
in the big chair had risen abruptly saying :
“Pardon me. I didn’t quite understand
what that beast of a cook said.” How po-
lite he was compared with a moment he-
fore! ‘‘Your grandmother is quite right.
I haven’t anyone to speak a Christian word
to.” Who was this girl anyhow ? He
wished that he dared pull the bandage for
a second. If her face matched her voice—
well, anyhow, if she were as homely as sin
she was an angel to come and read to him.
“It's awfully good of you, Miss—'".
“Stewart, Nona Stewart, just across the
street,’’ she hastened to tell him.
‘years, let alone twenty-five.
‘It’s mighty good of you, Miss Stewart.
What shall I get you—I mean, won’t you
find a book ? I staid in town to study,and
I haven’t seen a hook since I came here.
This cursed luck—I beg your pardon—I
mean my eyes went back on me just as I
began to read for my degree.’’
*‘Oh, that’s what I'came to read, if you’ll
let me,”’ added Nona, glad that blushes
could not be heard by people who counldn’t
see them.
‘Let you?’ laughed the young man.
‘Indeed I will, though I’m afraid you’ll
find contracts dull work.”’
‘Indeed, it won’t be dull a bit,”’ pro-
tested Nona. her sixteen year old heart
swelling proudly as she seated herself near
the window, where the light was cautious-
ly let in. Wasn’t she doing unto her neigh-
bor as she would be done by ?
‘I shall like it, I am sure,”’ she declar-
ed.
‘‘And I love her for doing it,” said the
young man to himself av the end of a
month as he sat and waited for 4 o’clock
and Nona.
But 4 o’clock came, then 5 o’clock, and
brought no one.
Nona did not come the next day or the
next. Philip Strong grew crosser and
crosser, and the doctor shook his head and
declared that all the progress he had made
in the last month would be lost if he did
not stop fretting.
‘‘Doctor,’’ said the young man one day,
‘‘do you know anybody in this street by the
name of Stewart ?’’
“I did,”’ said the doctor, ‘‘but she died
last week—what ?"’
‘Nothing; a—a sharp pain in my eyes.
O Lord, doctor, I can’t stand it!"
“I told you this worrying and fretting
would injure your eyes. I wish your father
would come. I'd send you to the hospital
tomorrow.’? -
* * . * * *
Philip Strong hesitated and looked up
and down the street. He had come out to
Tarrytown to make a will, and he did not
see the house he had been directed to.
A young girl was coming toward him.
He waited and lifted his hat. ‘‘Can you
tell me where Henry Lloyd lives ?’’ he ask-
ed ?”?
As he spoke the girl, who had heen look-
ing at him, put her hand to her forehead
quickly and blushed. ‘‘I—yes—that is
Henry Lloyd’’—she began, but at the
sound of her voice the young man started
forward, the blood rushing to his face.
‘‘Nona,”’ he said stammeringly. ‘Nona
Stewart ! I swear I'd know that voice in
a thousand.”’
‘“Yes,”” said the girl with a tremulous
laugh, as he took her hand. ‘‘And you are
Mr. Strong, are you not ? But why do you
| look as if you had seen a ghost ?”’
‘‘Because I thought at first you were
one,’”” he answered, still holding her hand
as if to assure himself. ‘‘They told me that
the reason you never came any more was
because you were dead.”
“Why, that was grandmother,’’ said
Nona. And I never bad a chance to ex-
plain. I—"?
‘‘I never bad a chance to explain either,”’
said Philip slowly, looking at her.
‘‘Explain what ?’’ asked the girl. :
“How much I love you,”’ answered
Philip.—By Baldwin Sears.
England’s Queen.
Alexandra is Nearly 61 Years Old, but Appears
Young.
Queen Alexandra is 60 years old, and
nearly 61, yet she does not look a day
over 45, and in certain lights and certain
shades she would pass for 38. There are
very few women who can cheat Father
Time out of his due by as much as five
Her daugh-
ter Louise, who is under 40, looks older
than she. Her unmarried daughter, Vie-
toria, who is 34 looks no younger. Her
‘‘baby,’’ the Princess Carl of Denmark,
aged 32, is about the same in looks.
When Alexandra, the daughter of the
Sea King, as old King Christian is called,
was born, she came into the world the firss
daughter of a family that was destined to
have many daughters and sons. Christian,
then an insignificent prince, reared a large
family, and his wife Louise looked after
their virtues and education. They grew
up beautiful, every one of them, from
Frederick, the crown . prince, to the three
daughters and the younger sous, George
and Waldemar.
And they were accomplished, wonder-
fully accomplished. Have you ever known
a Dane? If you have, you have known one
who could work and who was willing to
do so; one who could be industrious, and
pretty all at once. The three daughters of
the Sea King sewed and painted, sang and
worked in the garden. They lived not so
much a rural as a town life, though they
spent their spare time off at a little Dan-
ish castle where city ways pever crept.
Their mother taught them all the pretty
arts of the world, and at 18 they were
ready to make a debut in the courts of Eu-
‘rope.
The bride came to England thirty-nine
years ago, and England went wild over
her. She rode through London in the roy-
al carriage. So much loveliness brought
to their shores ! Alfred Tennyson, then
poet laureate. wrote an ode to her, and
she found herself weleome in an English
home.
A County Affair
The late ‘“Tom’’ Marshall, one of Ken-
tucky’s most brilliant wags and lawyers,
was always as poor in pocket as he was
rich in wit. On one occasion, he found the
judicial sentiment setting strongly against
him; time and time over did the coart
rule against his process of questioning the
witnesses involved. At last. losing his
temper, Marshall turned to the judge and
asked :
“Will Your Honor kindly fine me ten
dollars ?”?
‘For what, Mr. Marshall ?”’ asked the
judge.
‘Contempt of court.’’
“But you’ve been guilty of no con-
tempt,’’ insisted the judge.
‘Your Honor, believe me—I never be-
fore saw a court for which I had so much
contempt as for this I’? :
‘Enter a fine of ten dollars against Mr.
Marshall for contempt, ’’ ordered the bench,
turning to the clerk.
‘Thanks I" said Marshall. ‘‘And now,
Your Honor, will you lend me ten dollars
with which to pay the fine ?”’
‘Mark Mr. Marshall’s fine ‘remitted,’
ordered the judge, promptly. “The coun-
ty can better afford to. lose it than I I’*
Would Care for the Pleces.
Little Harvey, aged 3, is at times de-
structive. His mother, on his return from
the ash barrel, whither he had been sens
with the pieces of a treasured dish, said re-
proachfully, to him :
‘Oh, Harvey, you break mamma’s heart
being so careless.’
He looked up, wonderingly, and said :
‘Div me pieces, an’ I put em in ash
barrel 1?
The Culture of Sugar Beets im Penn-
sylvania.
The sugar beet industry has grown to
such proportions in the Western States that
some Pennsylvania farmers have turned
their attention to experiments, with the
hope of finding a new source of income on
the farm. The result of tests in Elk coun-
ty have been entirely satisfactory, there-
fore the bulletin recently issued by the
Pennsylvania State College Agricultural
experiment station, bearing on the subject
is especially timely and is hereto appended.
At the request of the Pittsburg, Shaw-
mut and Northern R. R. Co., the Station
arranged to inspect the culture of the beets
grown in cooperative experimeuts organ-
ized by that company in Elk county, and
to analyze sample beets taken in accordance
with instructions furnished by the Station.
The Company entered upon these exper-
iments because of the striking similarity of
the sugar-beet region of southern New
York to that of Elk county as regards the
surface features of the land and quality of
soil, believing that a demonstration of the
fitness of the territory for this culture
might lead to an important industrial de-
velopment. Arrangments were made by
Mr. L. J. F. Rooney, Engineer of the Min-
ing Department of the company, with up-
ward of thirty farmers in different parts of
the county, but principally at points near
St. Mary's, Centreville and Shawmut, to
undertake the growth of the beets ona
small scale during the past growing season.
The services of Mr. John Sherlock, who
bad spent some time as inspector of sug-
ar-beet culture for the Binghamton Sugar
Company, were secured by the railroad
company to superinfend the preparations
of the soil and planting, cultivation and
harvesting of the beets.
LOCATION.
With but few exceptions, the farms were
located on that broad. gentle rolling up-
land, extending through Benzinger, Fox,
and Horton townships. The exposed geo-
logical strata of this region are chiefly those
of the Lower Productive Coal Measures; at
one point, a thin layer of Mahoning sand-
stone caps the coal measures, while, in the
case of the few cultures grown in the creek
bottoms, the soil is derived from ‘the
Mauch Chunk shade and from the Pocono
sandstone. Not only the bottom lands,
but many of the upland soils have shown
themselves to be quite well suited to truck-
farming, which is generally pursued to
meet the local demand of the mining and
manufacturing towns.
CLIMATE.
The climate of Elk county varies with
thesection considered.” According to re-
cent compilations by T. F. Townsend, of
the U. S.! Weather Bureau, there are three
distinct regions of rainfall and three of tem-
perature, considering ouly,the annual rain-
falland mean annual temperature. The
south-western corner of the county has a
rainfall of less than 40 inches; the region ad-
joining, to the east and north,has a rainfall
of 40 to 45 inches, while the northern and
eastern thirds of the county exceeds 45
inches of rainfall. The northwestern cor-
ner of the county has a mean annual tem-
perature of 45° F., the eastern and south-
eastern borders, of 48° F. Dr. H. W.
Wiley, in his studies of the climatic rela-
tions of sngar-beet culture, fixes the mean
temperatures of 69 to 71 during June, July
and August as determining the principal
beet-culture regions of the United States.
His data, chartered in 1898, show the
northern border of this belt to pass from
Williamsport southwestward through the
state. Elk county is north of this line,
but, like the state of New York, is within
the region, bordering on the same belt,
which is regarded as also climatically
adapted to the culture.
Michigan, of all states east of the Rocky
Mountains, has been the seat of the larg-
est development of sugar-beet culture.
Her climate, it is now well established, is
ver favorable for this crop. A careful com-
parison of the climatological data for Mich-
igan and western Pennsylvania presented
in Greeley’s American Weather, shows
that the two regions are climatically simi-
lar, the growing season, however, being a
little longer in western Pennsylvania than
in Michigan.
The year 1901 was cool and especially
hot and dry in July, subject to, unusually
heavy, washing rains in August, and more
than usually favorable to richness of the
beet rather than to large yield during the
maturing months September and October.
CONDITIONS OF CULTURE.
In all the tests reported, the seed used
was of the Kleinwanzlebener variety, sup-
plied by the Binghamton company. Barn-
yard manure was the fertilizer usually em-
ployed.
To summarize the facts concerning the
growing of the crop: Excessively wet
weather made the planting late, interfered
with cultivation so that weeds invaded the
land, often washed away the first sowing,
and sometimes the second, and, in one in-
stance, 34,044, gave rise to damage by
flood. Hail alsoseriously injured the crop
in two cases, 33,963 and 34,041.
The planting ranged in date from Jane
1st to July 6th, the latter date oceurring
only in cases of replanting. In general,
the planting was in rows 20 inches apart,
and the thinning to ahout 8 inches in the
row. Greater intervals are notable in Nos,
33,943, 33,944, 33,948 and 33,957. The
thinning took place at times ranging from
July 20d to August 10th, or four to six
weeks after planting. The cultivation was,
considering the season, very good. The
general condition of the crop appeared to
the writer on September 28th as distinctly
superior in those points especially affecting
the richness of the beet in sugar. The
quite general conformity to the standard
of distance between the plants doubtless
resulted from the practical supervision of
an experienced and trusted superintendent.
There were, of course, some exceptions to
this general fact.
HARVESTING AND SAMPLING.
Owing to failure to comply with the
conditions needful to secure a repre-
sentative yield or to the destruction
of the crop by washing, several plats
are not represented as to yield. In
the other cases crops were harvested Octo-
ber 28th to November 4th, and the weight
of a measured area was taken, the beets
being first carefully brushed and the top so
removed to leave about an inch of the
stems. Usually a rod’s length of a row
judged to represent the average yield of the
plat, was taken—due allowances being
made, of course, for areas left bare by the
accidents of washing or floods. After weigh-
ing, the beets were carefully sub-sampled
according to a method prescribed by the
writer. The sub-samples, consisting of
three or five beets representing each plat,
each beet being separately wrapped in pa-
per, were carefully tagged and shipped in
the same box by express to the Station.
The samples were in good, fresh condition
when received and were immediately ana-
lyzed. :
ANALYSES.
The analyses were made by Mr. W, T.
Carter, Fellow in Agricultural Chemistry,
by the usual methods. The term ‘coeffi-
cient of purity’ indicates the percentage
proportion of cane sugar in the total solids
of the beet juice. As the solids other than
sugar tend to prevent the separation of the
latter in manufacture, the coefficient should
not fall below 80.
Iu no case does the percentage of sugar
fall below the manufataring limit, the
average amount in the cleaned, decrowned
beet being 16 per cent.
The purity of the juice is exceptionally
high, no sample being useless from too low
purity; the average coefficient of purity is
83.8.
Inequalities of stand and small * size of
the beets grown caused the yield to fall be-
low the limit of profit in eleven ont of
twenty-nine cases; in seven cases, however,
a yield of 19 tous or more is reported; the
average yield of topped beets obtained from
the twenty-two crops weighed, is 13.52
tons.
These results, together with those of
earlier years, clearly indicate that the cli-
mate and soil of Elk county, and probably
of a large part of northern Pennsylvania,
are fitted for sugar-beet culture.
Cruelty im Water Cure.
Soldiers Back from Philippines Tell of Many
Cuses of Torture. Native Villages Burned.
Treatment of the [Insurgents in Isolated In-
stances not Consistent Either with Humanity
or the Rules of War. :
Mark H. Evans, of Des Moines, Ia.,
formerly asergeant of the Thirty-second
Volunteer Infantry, testified before the
Senate comuiittee on the Philippines con-
cerning the administration of the water
care to Filipinos on four different occasions
during his service in the islands. He also
related the particulars of the burning of
several native villages. He was question-
ed by Senators Patterson, Beveridge and
McComas. :
All these events occurred, the witness
said, during 1900, in the Province of Batan,
Island of Luzon, and in the town of Orano,
where his headquarters were. Three of
the cases of water cure occurred outside the
town. In one case the cure was adminis-
tered by native scouts, and in the others
by an American soldier.
ATTEMPT TO EXTORT CONFESSION.
The first case occurred at a little town
where there weie supposed to be some in-
surgents. The scouts picked out the sus-
pected people, and, taking one of them toa
near by creek, poured a quantity of water
in his mouth from a canteen. The pur-
pose in this, as in other cases, was to se-
cure a confession.
On another occasion during an expedi-
tion to neighboring Islands, the witness
said that he saw an American soldier take
two suspect-d natives into the water and
duck them, holding them under for per-
baps half a minute at a time. He secured
a confession as to the hiding of guns in one
case, but none in the other.
VICTIM QUITE DISABLED.
After the first case of ducking the wvic-
tim seemed, the witness said, to be quite
disabled, being apparently so weak that he
was unable to rise. In another instance
of the administration of the water cure in
Orano a tooth of the victim was knocked
out.
Sergeant Evans said he was present at
at the burning of the four or five native
villages’ and that the destruction of those
places was dne to the presence of insur-
gents. But the orders were to destroy all
the native huts along the coast near the
mountains for 30 miles in Batan Province,
80 as to force the natives to come in, and
this, he said, was done.
Replying to the questions by Senator
Beveridge the witness said that the natives
had refused to divulge information in their
possession, and in many cases they subject-
ed the American troops to indignities. In
one case, he said, where two soldiers were
killed, their ears were cut off.
SOME CASES OF INHUMANITY.
Edward J. Norton, of Los Angeles, late
private in Company L. Eighteenth United
States Infantry, was the next witness. He
served two vears in the Island of Panay.
Answering questions by Senator Culberson,
Mr. Norton stated that, except in isolated
cases, the treatment accorded the natives
by United States soldiers were humane. In
the isolated cases referred to, he said, the
treatment was not consistent with humani-
ty and therules of war.
He then related from hear say the story
of the administration of the water cure to
the vice President of San Miguel and a na-
tive policeman, and described one occasion
where he had assisted in ‘‘water curing’’
a native. The man’s mouth, he said, was
forced open with a stick and the wa-
ter poured down his throat. The effect of
the treatment was temporary strangulation.
In this particular case, he said, the na-
tive after receiving the cure delivered up a
number of rifles and pistols ‘It was the
practice in marching through,’’ villages
the witness related, ‘when fired upon by
the natives to immediately burn their
houses.’
Indian Leases Lands.
Wealthy and Eccentric Colonel Blackwell Dispos-
es of His Land in Cherokee Nation. :
Colonel A. J. Blackwell, a wealthy In-
dian land owner, arrived at Wichita, Kan.
recently from New York, where, he says,
he has just concluded terms with the coal
trust. Colonel Blackwell says he has leased
two thousand acres of his coal lands in the
Cherokee Nation, for which he received
$250.080, and is to get three per cent. on
all coal taken out.
There is some doubt "expressed as - to
Blackwell's power to sell his coal lands in
the Cherokee Nation, as he has yet no war-
ranty deed. However, he controls over
twelve thousand acres of Indian land
around Chelsea, on the Frisco road, obtain-
‘ed through his children and Indian wife.
He is white, but calls himself an Indian,
and is very eccentric.
He says he will spend part of the quar-
ter million dollars in assisting the strik-
ing coal miners in Pennsylvania. He is
going to run free special trains to his town
ir Oklahoma and give every one there an
opportunity to celebrate at his expense.
He will also unveil his own monument.
He is worth in real estate $1,000,000 ‘or
more.
Tornado Wrecks Circus.
Twenty-five Persons Injured by the Collapsing of a
Tent.
While the Harris Nickel-Plate circus was
showing at Sigourney, Iowa, on Thursday
a tornado blew down the circus tent, bury-
ing 2,000 men, women and children in - its
folds. The roars of the wild animals add-
ed to the terror. Twenty-five persons were
injured.
——Subseri be for the WATCHMAN.
The Baccalaureate Sermon ar State.
Inasmuch as there were many who were
unable to get to State College on Sunday,
June 8th, to hear the baccalanreat sermou
preached to the class of 1902, hy the Rev.
Dr. Lawrence M. Colfelt, of Philadelphia,
that masterly production is published in
full here with :
‘So then as we have opportunity let us
work good to all men.
‘‘Opportunity ! What a part it plays on
the world’s history and that of individuals !
How much does success in life depend up-
on the proper use of opportunity? The
statesman watches for opportunity to pass
his pet measure, the general to surprise his
foe and win a decisive victory, the mer-
chant to sell his goods and secure his prof-
its. To young men especially as they be-
gin life it seems as if the whole problem of
success seems to turn upon opportunity.
They say, ‘If I only had the opportunity I
could raise myself to a position of trust and
eminence.’
‘‘Permit me first of all in discussing the
subject to inflict upon you the platitude
that this is the land of opportunity. Eu-
rope is at present betraying considerable
alarm over the colossal expausion of Amer-
ican commerce and influence. The reason
is so simple that the only surprising thing
about it is that Europe is looking for every
other explanation than the true one. Fixi-
ty of the classes is the logical outcome of
monarchy and hereditary privilege. But
we have been claiming for more than a cen-
tury that Democracy means equality of op-
portunity and a more efficient type of man.
This is the secret of the American invasion
of Europe. It is not merely our great hori-
zons, our houndless natural resources—is is
the freedom of the initiative which is mak-
ing the men who live under the democracy
of the United States more efficient than the
men who live under an European aristoc-
racy. It is thesimple fact that a poor boy,
beginning life with his bare’ hands as a
telegraph messenger boy and with no
patronage or capital than his own brains
can become in a single lifetime the richest
man in the world through legitimate pro-
duction without a single element of specu-
lation in the whole process. The fact that
a Rough Rider with no sesame to promo-
tion but a strenuous life can reach the pres-
idential chair—tbat any man anywhere in
a democracy has the chance to win a capi-
tal prize of his generation and still more
glorious if he has not the mettle himself,
can keep the way open for his children to
reach the highest distinction—it is this
fundamental fact which is giving the Unit-
ed States the domination of the world’s
markets and which makes the American
youth’s chances for success the brightest on
earth.
II.—““This is the epoch of opportunity.
Here we are on more difficult ground. This
is a proposition that is widely contested.
It is said that the great aggregations of
capital and combinations of business handi-
cap the iandividual—that there is less op-
portunity for the poor young man to get a
start in the world. I greatly doubt the
truth of that. The complexity of the in-
dustrial world offers multitudinous.chances
for those who will work. In my boyhood
the only chance a youth had beyond agri-
culture was school teaching. But now
there are a thousand avenues in the indus-
trial realm for a youth to get his foot on
the ladder of fortune.
III.—**My next point is that opportun-
nity goes begging on every hand. Lack of
opportunity is the fallacy of weak minds.
Life pulsates with chances. They are like
germs of small pox—so insistent and ag-
gressive as to be what might be termed
‘catching.’ To be immune from opportu-
nity in this land and this age you will have
to vaccinate yourself with the pus of im-
becility. Every lesson in school and col-
lege is an opportunity. Every patient to
the doctor, every client to the lawyer, every
sermon to the preacher is a chance in life.
Every time you meet anybody in the world
is an opportunity to make a friend. Every
responsibility thrust upon your strength
and your honor is a priceless opportunity.
When any privilege to do or be is met like
a man opportunities multiply along the
line of aptitude faster than we ean use
them. Luck means trusting God and your
own resources and a religion whose motto
is ‘Help yourself and heaven will help
you.’ To be successful is to leave nothing
to chance, but to work and work and work
again, always bearing in mind that what
can be obtained once and temporarily by
tricky means can be as a rule obtained per-
manently by honest endeavor.”
Dr. Colfelt closed his address to the stu-
dents by appealing to them to carry Paul’s
ideal into life, viz : that of doing good to
all men as opportunity offers. This is far
nobler than that of ‘‘making a name’’ or
being heard from,’ or any merely personal
success. Never were there such opportu-
nities for the college-bred man to work
good to all men by inspiring faith in epirit-
ual forces as the antidote of stolid commer-
cialism, by promoting brotherhood as the
cure of that selfishness which kept society
in a ferment and by tnat sweet reasonable-
ness which alone can keep itself from be-
coming emotional, vulgar and narrow.
rr —G———
A Horrible Death,
Daniel Bogart Killed by Being Twisted Up in Machin-
ery.
Daniel Bogart, a farmer, met a horrible
fate near Mooresburg, Monday morning.
Mr. Bogart was assisting in the cutting of
feed on the farm of his brother-in-law,
Clark Dyer. The motive power employed
to operate the cutter. was an ordinary horse
power of the lever pattern, the same as used
in threshing. Mr. Bogart was driving,
standing, as is customary, on the horse cen-
tre, where with whip in hand he could
easily reach the horse. An assistant was
inside the barn feeding the cutter.
At 8:30 o'clock the machinery suddenly
stopped. The man inside the barn on look-
ing out to discover the cause, was horrified
at the spectacle which presented itself. Ap-
parently pinned fast in the machinery and
lying over as if dead or insensible was the
form of the driver. He rushed to the side
of the injured man and found that his right
leg was severed from his body at the hip.
He was already dead. By a misstep Mr.
Bogart’s leg had slipped down into the
large horizontal wheel. where it was caught
in the cogs. This much is evident, but be-
yond it nothing can be determined. » The
man died from the effects of the terrible
shock. The deceased was 47 years of age.
He is survived by his widow.
Rushed.
Podunk Postmaster—We orter hev an-
other clerk here.
' * Inspector—More than she can do, eh?
Podunk Postmaster—Lord, yes! Why
sometimes she don’t git through reading
all th’ postal cards ’fore 10 o'clock at
night.— Puck.
——Subscribe for the WATCHMAN.
Case of Miss Taylor.
Resolutions in the House to Have it Investigated—
Was Regulation Ignored.
Miss Rehecea J. Taylor, the war depart-
ment clerk, who was dismissed on Satur-
day for having scored President Roosevelt's
Philippine policy in a letter published in a
Washingion paper, may become a national
character. .
Representative Ashten C. Shullenberger.
of Nebraska, one of the Democratic mem-
bers of the committee on civil service re-
form, on Monday introduced a resolution
calling on the secretary of war to report to
the House the causes and reasons of Miss
Taylor’s removal. The Democrats may
show that civil service rules were violated
in the method of her removal. It is doubt-
ful if Secretary Root would feel himself
bound to reply to such a resolution. Thus
the only way the case is liable to come up
in Congress is in open debeate.
Miss iaylor gave out, in explanation of
her attitude in the case, the correspondence
exchanged hetween herself and Secretary
Root before and after her discharge. The
chief clerk of the adjutant generals office,
in which Miss Taylor was employed, was
directed by the chief clerk of the war de-
partment to ask her to state whether or
not she was the author of the published
letter under the title ‘The Flag Shall Stay
Pat.”” Miss Taylor’s attention was invit-
ed to the section of the civil service regula-
tions providing that persons whose removal
is sought shall have opportunity to file
statements of their case. Miss Taylor re-
plied that she was author of the letter. She
protested, however, that no charges had
been filed in reply to which she could
make# statement, but that she had only
been asked if she was the author. The
only answer she received to this was the
order that she be discharged.
In answer to this Miss Taylor wrote Sec-
retary Root a letter protesting against her
removal as illegal. As yet she has receiv-
ed no answer.
Terrible Battle with Maniac.
Fever-Crazed Patient Tiies to Kill His Nurse and
Then Suicides.
R. Smedley Hall, a prominent brick con-
tractor of Allegheny, while crazed with
fever attempted to kill his nurse—Miss
Della Cochran—recently and failing, after
a terrible struggle, committed suicide.
Hall boarded at the home of Mrs. Florence
Dutton, in Allegheny, and had for four
days been watched over by the faithful
nurse whose life he sought to take. About
5:30 Sunday morning he suddenly sprang
from his bed, and, shouting that they muss
die together, made a plunge at her. Miss
Cochran did not lose her head. She grap-
pled with him, screaming for help. She
was hurled back against the wall of the
room and the maniac followed, felling her
with a heavy leather-covered chair, which
completely covered her.
Hall then secured a razor and again they
grappleed, he slashing Miss Cochran across
the breast. She caught the handle, and,
with a piercing scream, left her assailant
draw the blade through her band, cutting
it to the bone. He also cut her wrist in a
frightful manner, and then stood before
her and swiftly drew the blade across his
throat nearly severing his head from his
body. At this moment Mrs. Dutton rush-
ed into the room and the two women lifted
Hall to the bed, where he died in a short
time.
Miss Cochran’s hand will be permanent-
ly crippled, but her other wounds are not
serious.
Spartan Boy Saves His Life.
Extinguished Flames That Were Eating Into His
Flesh.
While an eight year old son of J. M.
Baccius, of Wayne, Pa., was picking cherries
high in a tree a box of paper caps in his
pocket ignited. © His clothing was set on
fire and the flames quickly began to burn
his flesh. The boy with Spartan courage,
steadied himself upon the limb, pressed his
clothing against the trunk and thus ex-
tinguished the flames. Daring all this
time the listle fellow did not utter a sound.
When the ordeal was over the boy climbed
down the tree unassisted and walked to his
home, where he fell in a faint. He will
recover.
Princeton’s President Resigns.
In connection with Princeton Uni-
versity’s one hundred and fifty-fifth an-
nual commencement came asa surprise
recently the resignation of President Fran-
cis L. Patton. Tbe action was taken by
President Patton because he desired to car-
ry on literary plans on a larger scale than
he could do by retaining the position. He
will still retain his professorship in the Uni-
versity in the chair of ethics and the phil-
osophy of religion. Prof. Woodrow Wilson,
who has been at the head of the depart-
ment of jurisprudence and polities since
1890, has been selected to succeed Patton.
Two Men Cat Their Throats.
Despondent over long illness, Thomas V.
B. Neece, aged 61 years, a truck farmer re-
siding below Williamsport, stood before a
looking glass yesterday morning and with
a butcher knife slashed his throat from ear
to ear. He fell to the floor where he was
found by his wife. A physician was sum-
moned, who did what he could to save the
life of the man. There is a slight hope for
his recovery.
C. T. Rose, of Olean, N. Y., who has
been soliciting work in DuBois, attempted
suicide in a hotel in that place Tuesday
night by cutting his throat. The jugular
vein was not severed, and he may recover.
He claims that lack of work and money
prompted him to do the deed.’
Big Bug in His Ear.
Suffering in great agony in Cooper Hos-
pital, Camden, Saturday, William H. Brit-
ton, of No. 512 Mechanic street, seemed to
get no relief, and the surgeons were at their
wit’s ends to help him. Brinton was en-
joying the music at Washington Park when
a large bug dropped from the overhead
electric lights directly into his ear.
Britton clapped his hand to his head and
tried to dislodge the inseot, bnt was unable
to budge it. His pain became so intolera-
ble that it was deemed * advisable to send
him to the hospital.
Man Who Weighed 640 Pounds Dead.
Maurice Cannon, ‘‘Fat Man’ of San
Francisco, died Thursday of fatty degener-
ation of the heart. Cannon was 56 years
old. He weighed 640 pounds and for a
while traveled as a fat man exhibited in
museums. Twelve men were required to
carry the body to an undertaker’s wagon.
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Lessons on Eating. {
Eat slowly ; only men in rags 7
And gluttons old in sin
Mistake themselves for carpet bags
And tumble victuals in. /
— Cornhill Magazine
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