Bellefonte, Pa., September Il, 1903.
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MUVVER’S REVENGE.
They sat at late breakfast. This was
Idlesse Land, and here there were no office
and clients, no milliners and clubs, no
morning paper and postman. The day
rollicked wish them fifteen long hours, and
thereafter night held them in her large,
restful arms for another nine hours, Life
was perfect, they told each other, in this
tiny aerie on Faraway Cliff, more beautiful
than in the honeymoon days, for then
there was only Robert, but no Robin. If
they looked skyward, they met the kindly
twinkle of heaven’s blue eye ; if they look-
ed seaward, the bay winked socially to
them; if they looked straight levelward
they yet saw the gayety of sky and bay in
each other’s eyes.
But one morning 3 saucy cloud, no big-
ger than Robin’s little fist, pushed its way
up behind the green hill on the east, and
down in the sparkling bay ‘a daring little
breaker kicked a defiant somersauls.
Muvver was peeling an orange in her
inimitable way. Robert was admiring the
graceful fingers, and Robin the cunning of
her handiwork, as the sunny lobes of fruit
lay tipped up invitingly upon the long,
golden strip of peel. While the juice was
still trickling down his throat deliciously,
ue announced, with childlike irrelevance :
‘‘I want a touser?’’
‘“What, Robin ?”’
‘I want a touser, a fouser.”’
gradually strengthened.
‘‘What does the child mean ?’’ said Rob-
ert, to whom baby talk was still sanskrit.
But Muvver, whom the angels must have
taught child language when they were
making ready to trust Robin to her, ex-
claimed, trinmphantly:
‘‘He means a dear little curly white dog,
don’t you, Robin, like Willie Sims’ ‘Tows-
er?”
But Muvver had made her first mistake.
‘No, no !”’ screamed Robin, in baby im-
patience at being misinterpreted, ‘‘touser,
touser, like papa’s. Two tousers.” He
climbed down from his chair to illustrate
his meaning by drawing his little white
skirt close between his legs.
It was Robert's turn to triumph. “Why,
he means a pair of trousers, Muvver, of
course!”
Robin thumped the table with delight,
but the roses in Muvver’s cheeks turned to
snow drops.
‘“Why, Muvver’s precious baby-boy !’’
Her voice trembled hysterically on the
word ‘‘baby,’’ and she caught him in her
arms and hugged him sight.
Put Robin wriggled away from her.
‘TI want a touser,”” he demanded again.
Muvver thought this worse than the time
when be had pleaded for the stars to play
with. Surely, he was ‘‘trailing his clouds
of glory’’ very close to earth! But Robert
smiled. His heart responded to the manly
in the reiterated demand.
*‘Of course Robert shall have trousers.
He’s a grown-up boy now.”’
‘Robert I”? Muvver seized Robin again
and kissed his little starched skirt.
But the boy nature in Robert was wide-
awake this morning. Perhaps the foolish
‘young spring had called it forth. He felt
as he used when Muvver was a little girl,
and be would steal her doll from her and
carry ib away over the orchard fence. The
fun in his eyes belied his serious mouth.
‘Yes, Robin, it’s time you left off girl’s
clothes and dressed like a little man. Get
your hat and come along. We'll find some
trousers.”
‘‘Robert I’ Something tragic developed
in Muvver’s voice. She stood very erect,
her cheeks flaming rosily.
Robin had put on his sailor hat hindside
before, with ribbon ends streaming in his
eyes. He trudged out blissfully by Rob-
ert’s side.
‘‘Robert !’’ Muvver called out after them.
“I'll never speak to you again till—youn
give me back—my baby.” *
Robert saw a little sunbonneted girl
stammering out these words, while a mis-
chievous urchin sat in the cherry tree, hold-
ing her doll tantalizingly beyond reach.
The picture amused him.
Mauvver watched the two figures walking
with businesslike rapidity up the olive
shaded road toward the village in the east.
So girlish was her heart that she almost
laughed to see Robin’s short legs trying to
keep pace with Robert’s long strides. But
the little incident, though it presented the
face of humor, had pathos in it for her sen-
sitive mother spirit. °
Now, looked at through her tears, the
little cloud’ in the east eeemed so big as to
hide the sun.
This was the first string that had snapped
in their marriage lute. It had played a
song almost tiring in its uninterrnpted
sweetness, For husband and wife to antic-
ipate the desire of each other had been too
selfishly dear a privilege to be called self-
sacrifice, and Robin’s coming had but giv-
en them one more object, transcending all
others to love and adore in common.
Muvver was still at the window, with
wet lashes hut eagerly curious eyes, when
the pair came down the hill. ‘Oh! Oh !”’
she cried, in real pain. ‘*Muvver’s baby !"’
A pigmy man walked by the side of Rob-
ert. Papa had made no compromises; the
whole outfit had been procured at the one
little shop of the whole village—ridicuons-
ly long trousers, stiff sack-coat, top-hoots
and a high black bat. If only Robert had
bought cunning knee trousers for the child,
or quaint sailor flannels, she could have
borne it, and might have welcomed the
transformation with some girlish interest.
But to have her Robin leap suddenly from
babyhood into manhood was unendurable.
The two men in the house, and no baby !
This was why she answered from behind
her closed door when Robin’s voice rang
manfally through the house:
‘‘Me and papa’s goin’ rowin’. We wants
to know if yon’ll come too, Muvver ?"’
Already it was ‘‘we’’ and ‘‘you.”
‘Tell papa thank you,but I’m too busy.’’
Muvver’s truthful nature led her, asshe
spoke, to pick up the little white frock she
was embroidering, but the first stitch prick-
- ed her heart with a sad interrogation mark
—what was the use of sewing for a baby
who was no more ?
Yet from behind the shutters of the oriel
window which hung vut over the western
bay, Muvver watched the green ‘‘Mer-
maid,” her wet eyes brimmed with a smile.
- She was only twenty-two, with the happy
- ‘heart of eighteen, and Robert and Robin
‘were having such a merry time that she
- wished dignity did not forbid her calling
ont to them to come back to the landing for
a third passenger. The oars clicked gayly
in the lock. Robert was rowing with those
“Tong, even masterful strokes that had al-
“ways made her heart beat with loving pride
and bad often called forth some graceful
compliment from her, nsually resulting in
Robert's laying down the oars to come to
her side, in spite of her blushing protesta-
tions that he would tip the boat over.
Robin made a funny sight struggling
His voice
with a third oar which his father had made
small and slight for him. Little sentences
floated up to Muvver about ‘‘federin’ ’’ and
she laughed gayly, and impulsively clap-
ped her hands when he at last skimmed his
tiny oar over the water. Robert thought
he heard her and looked up to the window
with a bright look of invitation in his face,
but Muvver was nob visible. :
All that May afternoon, in which the
cloud capered with the sun, Muvver watch-
ed her two recreants, playing with them in
secret. Once when they were hidden in a
little cove, and silent in the serious sport
of fishing, the world grew very quiet to her
and sociable love drew her from her aerie
as far as the rose arbor, but there the track
of Robin's hobnailed boots struck her with
fresh pain. No, Robert must come and beg
her pardon for having hurt her mother feel-
ings, and Robin must put his arms around
her neck and coax to be Muvver’s baby
again. In no other way coald they be rec-
onciled. If Robert and Robin could be
bappy without her, surely she must not
confess her lonesomeness.
So she turned back and stole down to the
village shop, returning with a big paper
parcel. A tender smile was on her lips,
though she felt almost as if she held a tiny
corpee in her arms. She spread the white
skirts, the sailor hat, the low shoes, upon
her bed. No, not until she should dress
Robin in these again would she relent.
When the bright hues of sky and water
were darkening in the late afternoon, Rob-
ert’s whistle sounded from the garden be-
low. This was his familiar love call.
Sulkiness was no part of Muvver’s nature;
she hastened to the balcony window. Rob-
ert and Robin had made a hurried toilet,
consisting only in washing and brushing,
for in Talesse Land dressing for dinner was
an unknown custom. When Muvver’s
dainty figure appeared at the window, Rob-
ert bowed chivalrously. :
‘‘Come, sweet, put on your hat. We're
going to the ‘White Swan’ for dinner.”
There was a wistfulness in her face when
she shook her head. ;
“Do come, dear,” he pleaded, moving
toward the balcony staircase.
The admiring love on his face was so
manifest that she had turned to get her hat,
when Robin’s voice shrilled ont delighted-
ly :
‘Ven if Muvver don’t come, I can have
all the oysters I want.”’
The little rebel had spoiled Robert’s
overtures of peace.
Muvver shook her head very emphatical-
ly this time and left the window. Robert’t
low laugh was touched with a half note of
distress. But this love between them was
so sure a thing, he was tempted to play
with it a little longer. One kiss would
make it all as it had been before, so why
not postpone that delicions moment of rec-
onciliation ? The lark loving boy nature
was yet unsatisfied, 3
Muvver informed the little maid, with
great dignity, that the gentlemen bad gone
out to dinner, and gave her permission to
go home for the night when she had served
a light supper to her mistress. After toy-
ing with the lonely little meal, Muvyer sat
down in the west window of her room,
looking thoughtfully ont upon the twilight
violet of the water. She was conscious of
an odd mortification that she should have
been an unnecessary part of her husband’s
and baby’s life for one whole day.
Voices were heard in the garden and the
sound of feet coming up the balcony stairs.
Her keen ear canght a sleepy note in Rob-
in’s voice, and a drag in the tread of the
top boots. A smile, as of coming victory,
too tender, however, to be triumphant, rip-
pled over her face.
*‘Wobin wants ’¢ go to bed.”
Where was the independent ‘“‘me’’ of the
earlier day? Muvver leaned forward ea-
gerly from behind her closed door.
“All right,’”’ answered Robert, briskly
and capably.
Mauvver straightened herself again.
The door of the nursery closed. It was
next to Muvver’s room.
‘‘My boots hurt. Take ’em off, papa.’’
A long, expressivesilence followed, brok-
en by fretful ‘‘ohs I’ from Robin. Af last
Muvver heard the boots flung into a corner.
‘Now, take off your clothes, Robin.”’
Robert bad struck a match to enjoy his
cigar at the open window. Muvversmil-
‘““Wobin can’t. Muvver always does,’
the child howled.
‘Oh ! All right, old fellow. But don’t
scream 80.”’
That there was painful struggling at an
unfamiliar task the broken dialogue prov-
‘“T’aint that Button !”’
‘Oh, botheration !"’
“It goes dis way.”’
‘“Where’s the head and tail of i6?’’
“Ouoeh ! ‘you hurt me, papa.’’
“Stand still. Robin, or you’ll have to go
bed to with your clothes on.”’
Finally the perplexing clothing must all
have been removed, for Robert's voice
sounded more hopeful.
‘Here, Robin, on with your nightshirs.’’
“Tain’t a nightshirt. It’s a nightie,’
the much aggrieved Robin sobbed. ‘‘Muv-
ver knows the name of everyfing. And the
buttons go b’hind."’ The sobs were climb-
ing a crescendo.
“I wish Muvver were here to take care
of you,” muttered the temporarily widow-
ed Robert.
Muvver’s eyes were dancing and her ear
was pressed close to the door.
‘Here, Robin, I’ll get the nightshirt—
beg pardon, sir, the nightie—on right this
time. Stop orying, do. Big men don’t
ery. You can’t wear the trousers if you
ory.”
“I'm not a big man.
boy. I don’t want tousers.
Muavver.”’
Muvver’s hand was on the door knob.
‘Blessed baby !’’ she whispered.
But Robin had thought of a new trouble.
“‘I’se got to say my prayers.’’
Muvver waited.
‘‘Can’t you say them to yourself, Robin,
and then go to sleep like a good boy ?”’
“No. God couldn’t hear. He’s used to
me saying them aloud. You say ’em first.”
Muvver listened breathlessly.
‘All right, Robin. ‘Oar Father which
art’—"
“‘No. That's the gwon-up pwayer.” It’s
the ‘Now I lemme’ pwayer.”” The sobs
had grown alarmingly loud. ‘‘Papa don’t
know anyfing. I want my Muvver.”’
Robert joined in the entreaty. ‘‘Muv-
ver, do come !”’
At the appeal Muvver entered, sweet,
radiant, cool. Robin threw himself into
her arms and buried kis hot little face in
the folds of her waist.
‘‘His cheeks are just burning with ex-
citement !"”” Muvver exclaimed.
With a deep sigh of relief Robert stepped
to the window, and out of the corners of
her eyes Muvver saw him drop a little
black bundle into the bushes below. As
he was stepping toward the discarded boots
he stopped, for Muvver’s and Robin’s
voices were blended in the sweet old child-
prayer.
‘Now I lay me down to sleep.
I’m only a’ittle
I want my
I pray the Lord my soul to keep—?’
Muvver stopped abruptly. There was
an ominous hoarseness and rattle in the
sleepy voice, and it was, without doubt,
more than fretfalness.
Robin wens on in more labored tones :
“If Is’ould die afore I wake-—?’
The cough which interrupted him had a
ringing metallic sound.
Muvver swept to the corner and picked
up the little boots. Her face went white as
the ribbon about ber throat. She gathered
up the stockings, too.
‘‘Robert !”’
The distressed tone brought him to her
side in an instant.
Speechless, she held the little boots and
stockings out to him. They were wet and
cold. He shivered and looked guiltily into
her face. It held no reproach, only an in-
finite remoteness. The mother was alone
with ber child.
‘Ob, God !’> she said to herself rather
than to Robert. ‘If my foolishness has
cost my baby’s life !’” Something had told
her of her childishness all day long. What
matter how her baby dressed, if only—?’
The chocking little voice picked up the
prayer again :
“I pway the Lord my soul to—:?’
‘Oh, no! no ! Robin! not that !”’
Quick as thought she was back at his
side. The foolish girl wife suddenly be-
come a great maternal woman, shielding
her child by the strength of her soul from
the death which came with violence, with
dreadful baste.
‘Shall I go for the doctor ?’’ whispered
Robert.
She thought of the slow, sleepy-eyed,
bungling old man, the one village doctor,
and shook her head. All that she had ever
known or heard of membraneons croup
came to her assistance in a marvelous way.
She was a doctor’s daughter, and in the
clarity of mind and memory she lived again
a night in her girlhood when she had help-
ed her father care for a little brother in a
dangerous attack of croup. Now she felt
herself doing in proper order just what her
father had done that night, and as she had
run to do his bidding, so did Robert do
hers, in absence of the little maid.
Robert watched her with awe as she
skillfully applied the remedies—lotions,
compresses, gargles, medicines. When he
must turn his eyes away from the gasping,
choking child, struggling for breath, she
neither trembled nor paled, but steadily
pursued her course of treatments, seeming
to divine the right help to give. His May-
month jest seemed to Robert now a cruel
brutality; life and love were too frail gifts
to trifle with.
Hour after hour no word was spoken,but
the mother’s simple orders. She could
hide her anguish in her words, bust not in
the tremor of her voice.
Once Robert went to her room, and the
sight of the baby garments arranged on her
bed unmanned him. When he returned he
fancied that she guessed what had passed.
There came a moment, after one of these
spasms, when Robert thought their child
dead. Would she ever forgive him ? Curs-
ing himeelf for self thought at such a mo-
ment, he yet looked into her eyes with a
mute appeal, and saw depths too great for
80 petty a feeling as reproach; they reflect-
ed the soul of a mother holding her child
close to .God, entreating for his life, and
not to be put off. Robert’s soul knelt be-
fore her.
A bird’s faint peep came from the out-
doors morning. The child relaxed its ex-
hausted little body and stretched it out
with a long sigh. Robert felt the mother’s
body tremble from head tofoot. An awful
silence followed, eternities long in its an-
guish. Would it last unbroken forever......
A faint, fluttering breath.........Muvver be-
| came suddenly rigid. There came another
weak breath—the next a little louder—
then the heavenly rhythm of a child’s gen-
tle, healthy breathing.
Mauvver turned her face to Robert and
smiled feebly. Her body swayed forward
and his grateful arms received the delicious
burden of her helplessness. He knew that
in this night-pain their true marriage love
had been born.—By Fannie Williams Mo-
Lean, in The Household Ledger.
Found Well Men Among Lepers.
Every Living Thing Except Men Destroyed in Porto
Rico’s “Unclean Colony.”
In the investigation of affairs on Cabras,
or Goat, ieland on which the leper colony
of Porto Rico is located, at the entrance to
San Juan harbor. Dr. Goenaga found two
‘‘patients,’’ one an old man and the other
younger, who are not afflicted with leprosy.
The old man was committed years ago as
a lepper and the younger man was sent to
the colony later. These men will be re-
moved this week and specially quarantined
in a building now being constructed for a
sufficient time to make their release safe.
One of the first reform steps taken by
Acting Governor Hartzell was to send Dr.
Hernandez, president of the Superior Board
of Health; Dr. Baez, the new practicante,
and Dr. Schirmer, insular veterinary in-
spector, to Cabras island to destroy every
living thing in the colony except the lep-
ers. A detachment of police accompanied
the party. The lepers protested bitterly,
especially against the killing of pets, but
without avail, the work of destruction be-
ing completed in two days. More than a
hundred animals and chickens were killed.
There are now in the Cabras island colony
twenty-three lepers, and at least as many
more, it is believed, are scattered through-
out Porto Rico.
Jose Marrero, a non-leprous patient, who
was liberated from the leper colony as a re-
salt of the recent investigation, died last
Monday of heart disease superinduced - by
joy at his release. The public report of the
committee of the executive council investi-
—gating the matter will be made the second
week in September.
Washington Tomb Crumbles.
Historie Cornerstone Removed and its Masonic Em-
blem Obliterated.
Time has laid siege to the tomb and
mansion of George Washington at Mount
Vernon, and efforts are being made on the
part of thoge in charge to save these nation-
al relics from further destruction.
A force of workingmen began to treat the
limestone, of which the tomb is built with
a vuleanizing process to make it water-
proof and imperishable.
The stones of the old tomb, built by
George Washington, and in which his body
and that of his wife rested until some thirty
years ago, are crumbling. A month ago
Mr. Dodge removed the historic corner-
stone of the tomb, the one bearing the
Masonic emblem. It was necessary to have
the side out away, and this destroyed the
Masonic emblem. It was recut in the
stone.
The Pope a Moderate Smoker.
Pope Pius is a moderate smoker. Italian
priests, even of the humble ranks, do not
consider it clerical decorum to smoke in
public, and Cardinal Sarto has always ob-
gerved this rule, but in private he enjoys a
good cigar.
sentinels notify the local authorities.
The New Pelee.
Fresh Cone With the Great Spine Not Central
Within the Old Crater.
The new cone with the great spine is not
central within the old crater. The most
important of the openings concerned in the
present series of eruptions were on the west
side of the old crater-lake, L’Etang Seo.
and the axis of the new cone is northwest
of the centre of the old crater. This has
resulted in the complete filling of the
northwestern quarter of the crater, making
the slope of the new cone continuous or
nearly continuous with the interior of the
old crater-rim on that side. On the north-
eastern and southern sides hetween the
new cone and the crater-rim, there is a
shallow spiral valley which debouches into
the gorge of the Riviere Blanche on the
southwest. - The deepest part of this valley
is beneath the ruins of Morne Lacroix, and
is estimated to be about two hundred feet
deep. On the southwest the new cone
slopes continuously into the debris filling
the gorge of the Blanche. Great ribs of
rock project from several parts of the new
inner cone, which is a composite affair
made of fragmental ejecta from the vents,
lava which has welled up or been pushed
up from below, and masses which have
fallen or been blown off from the latter.
The ribs radiate more or less roughly from
the centre of the cone, and above them
towers the spine or tooth which is so re-
markable. The spine, like the ribs, evi-
dently is composed of ‘‘solid’’ rocks, that
is, it is not made of fragments which have
been thrown up into the air by the vol-
cano and have fallen back into a pile.
Although 1ifted and profoundly fissured
the spine is not a chimney, there being no
conduct through it. The place from which
have come the heaviest outbursts since
August 30th is on the southwest side of
the new cone, bus another very active spot
is on the northwest side; both are near the
base of the spine. The spine is itself more
than 1,000 feet high. Separate fragments
could not be piled up to such a height and
rest at the angles shown by the sides of the
spine. The side toward the east is smooth
and vertically fluted, as if it had been rub-
bed against something hard, and this sug-
gests the explanation of the phenomenon.
The rock mass of the cone, and particularly
that of the spine, has been pushed up bod-
ily from below in solid or nearly solid con-
dition by the enormous expansive forces
working underneath, and is maintained
there somewhat like a stopper in a bottle,
partly by friction against the sides of the
neck and by the expansive forces under-
neath—an idea virtually new to the science
of vulcanology. The French government
commission, of which Prof. A. Lacroix is
the head. was the first to put forward this
theory and to include Pelee among the
‘‘oumulo-volcanoes.”” The shape of the
spine, with its sides forming angles of 175,
87 and even 90 degrees with the horizontal
is an argument against the theory that it
has been formed by ejected blocks or
bombs which were sufficiently pasty to
stick together on falling, and in favor of
the ‘‘stopper’’ theory. The great and sud-
den changes in altitude of the spine with
reference to the rest of the cone, without
great changes in its shape, point in the
same direction. ‘Frequently the cone and
spine show red incandescent lines at night,
together with a luminous spot near the top
of the spine —an additional proof of the
‘‘solid,’’ as distinguished from the frag-
mental character of the mass.— Century
Magazine.
Lhasa the Forbidden City.
Since 1846 No European Has Reached Its Sacred
Temples.
It may be said at the beginning of the
twentieth century that, except for the two
poles, there is not a corner of the earth
where white men have not penetrated. Yet
in truth, there exists on the Asiatic Confi-
nent, hardly two hundred miles from the
frontier of British India, a city, the capital
of Thibet,to which the ‘‘white men’’ of En-
rope and America are absolutely forbidden
aceess.
Within a distance of from one hundred
and fifty to two hundred miles from this
city all the roads leading to it, at the place
where they cross the frontier to the pro-
vince of Wu, of which Lhasa is the chief
‘town, are jealously guarded by pickets of
Thbetan soldiers. Immediately upon per-
ceiving a snspicious-looking caravan the
The
advancing traveler then sees rise up before
him a whole detachment of armed men,
commanded by high functionaries of the
country, who, without discussing the mat-
ter, politely insist that the bold pioneer re-
trace his steps. They even offer him money
and food necessary for the return voyage,
at the same time warning him that 1f he
continue on his way to Lhasa he will pay
for it with his life.
Such a state of affairs has not always
existed. During the Middle Ages, and
until the middle of the eighteenth century,
a number of Europeans, mostly Catholic
monks, were able to remain for long peri-
ods in the “Holy City’’ of the Thbetans,
who profess, as we know, the Buddhist-
Lamaist religion. Butsince the expulsion,
in 1860, of the Capuchin monks, who tried
to meddle with the internal affairs of the
country, all Europeans have been regarded
with suspicion and none has been allowed
to penetrate into Lhasa. Nevertheless, in
1811 Thomas Manning, an English travel-
er, and in 1846 Hue and Gabet, two French
missionaries, were able to spend months in
Lhasa in the disguise of Buddhist pilgrims.
They were recognized, however, and were
asked to leave the country as quickly as
possible. Since 1846 no European has suc-
seeded in reaching the sacred temples of
asa.
Blind Girl Made to See Light.
A New York special of August 23rd says:
Widespread interest has been aroused by
the case of 11 year old Lillie Spitznadel,
who was recently operated on with radium
and X rays in combination for paralysis of
the optic nerve, and who, since the opera-
tion, is said to he able to distinguish light
from darkness. The operation was perform-
ed by Dr. Amon Jenkins, assisted by Wm.
J. Hammer.
Mr. Hammer said :
‘“We do not claim that we have made
the child see, nor to have produced any ef-
fect necessarily permanent. What we did
do was this : We tested the girl for blind-
ness with every test we could think of,and
the result seemed to us to indicate abso-
lutely that she was totally blind. When
we had performed these tests we tried the
X ray, and then the radium, without ef-
feot, and then tried them in combination,
with the results described.
‘The girl’s involuntary movement when
the combination of X-ray and radium was
applied, together with her ability since the
experiments to distinguish electric lights
and the lights of boats, are important as
evidence. We propose to test the girl fur-
ther as soon as it is practicable.”
we AE ON
Big Kansas Cherry Orchard.
Large Crops Are Confidently
Trees Bear Soon and
Expected.
Wichita can boast of having the largest
cherry orchard or the largest orchard con-
taining any kind of fruit in Kansas, C. X.
and John Daugherty are the owners, and
the orchard comprises thirty-one acres of
ground situated on the west side, two
miles from the main pars of the city. The
ground adjoins that occupied by the Mount
Carmel academy, and was purchased by the
Messrs. Daugherty at a cost of $150 an
acre.
Work on the orchard was commenced
last fall, at which time C. X. Daugherty
completed the purchase of several acres of
ground to make out the thirty-one acres de:
sired. At that time 900 small cherry trees
and 350 peach trees were set om$. This
spring some 200 more cherry trees were
planted, making a total of about 1,500
trees that have been already set ont. In
the spring Mr. Daugherty will plant about
2,000 more cherry trees, making an orchard
of 3,500 trees, so far as is known the largest
of its kind outside of California.
When asked why he had decided on
planting so many cherry trees, C. X.
Daugherty said : ‘‘In the first place
there is a greater demand for that kind of
fruit than any other. = Cherry trees are
easily cared for in this climate, and do not
become damaged so readily by early or
late frosts as most other fruit trees. In
two years after first planted a cherry tree
will yield fruit in large quantities; where
if a peach tree is planted it takes from
three to five years before a profitable crop
is yielded. Apple trees require at least
five years for maturing, and both varieties
of fruit are apt to become damaged almost
any year by unfavorable weather condi-
tions.
Mr. Daugherty has studied upon the
proposition of fruit raising in the Arkansas
valley, and after investigating the ques-
tion thoroughly makes some remarkable
statements. Hesays : ‘I believe that
inside of ten years the Arkansas river val-
ley will be the greatest fruit raising section
of the country. People who have hereto-
fore been planting fruit and grain on these
lands are just commencing to awaken fo
the fact that fruit could be raised at a prof-
it. The ground is simply perfect for fruit
raising. On my place ‘west of the city
part. The soil is of a sandy mixture, par-
ticularly adapted to the raising of all kinds
of fruit.” 2 ait
Mr. Dangherty’s land is one and a half
miles from the river, but at no time since
he has owned it has it been impossible to
find moisture at the depth mentioned. He
avers that as fruit trees always grew roots
which extend in the ground to a distance
of four or five feet, sufficient moisture is
always at hand to supply the necessary
amount of nourishment to the growing
trees.
Ever Looks for Trouble.
Man With a Chip on His Shoulder is to be Com-
miserated.
The really unhappy man, whose unhap-
piness is his own fault, is the one who is
forever carrying ‘‘a chip upon his should-
er.”” Perhaps his happiness is his unhap-
piness, for when he is not engaged in a per-
sonal altercation he is brooding over some
fancied slight and awaiting a favorable op-
portunity to give vent to his wrath.
The man with the chip on his shoulder is
easily recognized and his society by wise
people is carefully avoided. = He can go
nowhere without trouble following in his
wake. If he attends a theater he ie either
annoyed by the usher or someone in the
audience or at the man in the box office for
not having sold him a seat bought long be-
fore he appeared at the window. He is
the bane of the car conductor and on the
railroad train he succeeds in embroiling
himself in a row with the brakeman, con-
ductor, Pullman car porter and the pas-
sengers. Each flying cinder from the
locomotive is aimed especially at his eyes
and he succeeds in stirring up the spirit of
mutiny in the hearts of the travelers.
There are some women similarly consti-
tuted who manage to be in trouble from the
moment their eyes open in the morning till
they close them in sleep. These people
are indeed to be pitied, if, indeed, they are
not cordially hated. This quarrelsome
habit of mind can be so fostered that the
petulancy grows to be a malignant disease
and leads sometimes to the insane asylum.
Parents who notice in their children this
fretful, quarreling disposition can easily
find a remedy. They may not agree to the
measure—simply a good sound thrashing.
Everyone has heard of the story of the child
who was continually whimpering and quar-
reling. In despair the mother. cried : ‘‘Are
you sick? What doyou want?’ Gravely
the child answered, “I think, mamma, I
want a whipping.”’ She received the whip-
ping and there was a marked improvement
in her temper.
The “Hip Movement” a New Femi-
nine Fad.
An Ungraceful Habit Which Detracts From the
“Poetry of Motion.”
For the love of grace girls, cries the War-
ren (O.) Tribune, hold your hips quiet
when you walk. With the new straight
front effect has come peculiar hip move-
ment which consists of the lifting of the
right hip when the right foot is advanced
and lifsing of the left hip with the left foot.
The result is something hideously awk-
ward. Walking should be a graceful mo-
tion; it should mean a gliding forward by
means of a series of steps. Now, the feet
ought to be able to move forward without
the hips pushing along by that awful
swinging movement. Hold the hips quiet
and walk with your feet. = When a girl
gets on a skirt with bip trimmings, a shir
waist pulled down in front and a veil on
her hat she sometimes thinks thisso fash-
ionably swell she must emphasize the fact
some way, and too often. she does it by
swinging her hips. For the love of grace,
girls, hold your hips quiet when you walk.
—~—The statement of George W. Hall,
in his suit against the New York Central
railroad company, has been filed at the of-
fice of the prothonotary in Lycoming coun-
ty. Mr. Hall asks $10,000 for injuries to
his eye, resulting from a large cinder which
issued from one of the engines of a train on
which he was brakeman on Jan. 20th,1901.
He avers that he was orflered to go forward
and help to fire the middle engine, and
that while doing so he was struck by the
cinder. He alleges that there was nospark
arrester on the engine, else the accident
could not have happened.
-—Mr. James McConnell, a retired
merchant, of Paper Run, Blair county, who
is past 86 years of age, ‘has this summer
built himself a house, doing all she work
himself from laying the foundation to the
putting on of the roof. Jimmy is a regu-
lar old hustler.
water can be struck at a distance of four |
and one-half feet below the surface on any
Mount Vesuvius.
Former Eruptions of the Famous Volcano Now
Threatening Trouble.
_ Mount Vesuvius, which is again in erup-
tion, is frequently mentioned by old writ-
ers, and Diodorus Sicuius said it showed in
his time *‘many signs of having been burn-
ing in ancient times.” Its most famous
and disastrous eruption broke the moun-
tain into two cones, which still exist. Sub-
sequent to the destruction of Pompeii and
Herculaneum there were many fatal lava
flows. Some of those of which records
have been preserved were A. D. 203, 572.
512, 685, 993, 1049, 1138, 1198 and 1306.
The eruptions of A.D. 572 and 1300
were the most notable. In the former year
ashes from the orater were carried as far as
Constantinople and across the sea to Trip-
oli. In the last named year the eruption
was accompanied by terrible earthquakes,
‘which destroyed many lives.
From 1306 to 1631, with the exception
of a slight eruption in 1500, the terrible
mountain was quiet, but her neighbor,
Aetna, kept ‘blazing sunward’’ at inter-
vals. The Vesuvian eruption of 1631 lasted
three months and was accompanied by
streams of lava and torrents of boiling wa-
ter, which overflowed the towns at the base
in the mountain. Thousands of lives were
ost.
A number of other lava flows followed
before 1700. The eruption increased in
frequency to the eighteenth century. That
of 1772 was remarkable. It has been de-
scribed as the grandest of all those phenom-
ena. White smoke rose four times as
high as the mountain and spread out pro-
portionately. Stones and ashes were thrown
10,600 feet in the air. One of the rocks
was 108 feet in circumference.
Another eruption in 1794 destroyed a
town and threw a great stream of lava, esti-
mated to contain 46,000,000 cubit feet.
The last century was a busy one for the
volcano. It was in eruption nearly thirty
times. = The years 1822, 1855, 1858, 1867
and 1872 were. the most disastrous. It
closed work for the century in 1895.
The present eruption is second ' in the
record of terror for the twentieth century,
fhe Segatain having heen last active in
Klondike Games.
When parties are held in private homes
for public benefits it is difficult at times to
decide upon suitable games or amusements
that will swell the funds of the temporary
treasurer. Although the Klondike fever
has subsided to a great extent Klondike
parlor games have sprung into very recent
popularity. There are various ways of
planning this game for financial benefit as
well as for home amusement.
A lot of ribbon is procured and cut in
short lengths, and to each is tied a little
gift. The ribbon is hidden with the gift
in a large pile of sawdust, which is heaped
up in the middle of the room on a sheet.
Each player then receives a tablespoon, and
all kneel around the pile and begin to dig
for gold. When he or she has found the
end of a ribbon, the spoon is dropped and
the ribbon held on to until the leader asks
if they have all reached ‘‘pay gravel.” If
they all answer ‘‘Yes,’”” they are told to
‘‘pull,’’ and the ribbon unwinds, and the
little gift is brought forth. Some of the
gifts are comical, but none should be ex-
pensive.
It is a pretty and amusing game. This
same plan should be carried out by having
a few articles of some value, and other of
trifling cost, scattered indiscriminately
through the sawdust or sand—without rib-
bons. The whole surface of the mine is
then marked off into sections,and each sold
to a miner for ten cents, the amount going
to a church or charity, each miner to have
all he finds with a tablespoon in his sec-
tion. The finds are often very amusing,as
‘men getting small dolls, and ladies finding
cigarette holders or pipes, or some other
article essentially devoted to masculine re-
quirements.
Miss Ruth Bryan To Up Work Among
Poor.
A Chicago special of August 23rd, says :
Mrs. W. J. Bryan and daughter, Miss Ruth
Bryan, left for their home at Lincoln, Neb.,
after having spent several days in this city.
One of the objects of the trip was a visit to
the Hull house settlement at Haveland and
Polk streets, an institution supported by
charities for the benefit of the poorer
classes, and conducted by Miss Jane
Addams, the noted sociologist.
It is the intention of Miss Bryan to take
up the settlement work, becoming a mem-
ber of the Hull house staff early in the fall.
Miss Bryan, who is 19 years of age, is the
eldest daughter of William Jennings Bryan
She has been a student at the University of
Nebraska during the past two years.
She is a young woman of unlimited en-
ergy and with an ambition to accomplish
something in the way of assisting the class
of children fostered by Miss Addams and
“others interested in such work.
Hull house was founded by Miss
Addams about ten years ago, and with the
assistance of wealthy and philanthropic
people has extended in scope until it has
become one of the leading factors in sociol-
ogical work in the country. Miss Bryan
and her mother have been deeply interest-
ed in the settlement for a long time, and
while the position will involve somewhat
of a sacrifice to Miss Bryan, she feels that
she will be engaging in pleasant and meri-
torious work.
Live Man Officially Dead.
Hollidaysburqg Citizen Now Appears to Claim [n=
heritance.
The strange anomaly of a man being
dead in law and alive in fact was brought
out this week in court at Hollidayshurg.
Ten years ago Christian W. Ziegler, a well-
known tobacconist of Hollidaysburg, mys-
teriously disappeared, leaving his wife and
family in ignorance as to his whereabouts.
Three years ago his parents died at Lan-
caster, leaving an inheritance for their son.
Mr. Ziegler never appeared to claim the
inheritance, and under a degree of the Lan-
caster county court the money was paid
over to Attorney Robert W. Smith, of Holli-
daysburg, an. administrator appointed by
the Blair county coart to settle up the
estate of the supposed dead man. By a
solemn decree of court Mr. Ziegler was de-
clared legally dead.
The money was distributed under the
supervision of the Blair county court be-
tween his widow, orphaned son and daugh-
ter, and a Maryland surety company be-
came their surety on the refunding bonds.
The odd part of the transaction is that Mr.
Ziegler was neither dead nor sleeping.
When he left Hollidaysburg, in 1892, he
went Peoria, Ill. « He came east last week
to claim his inheritance. O. H. Hewitt,
Esq., of Hollidaysburg, has heen retained
by him to institute legal proceedings
against the Maryland Surety Company on
the refunding bonds.
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