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Deumacvaic; Wald
Bellefonte Ye., January 29, 1904.
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THE NEW BABY.
Yes, I've got a little brother,
Never asked to have him, nuther,
But he’s here.
They just went away and bought him,
And, last week the doctor brought him,
Weren't that queer ?
When I heard the news from Molly,
Why, I thought at first "twas jolly,
Cause you see,
I s’posed I could go and get him,
And then mamma course, would let him
Play with me,
But when | had once looked at him,
“Why,” I says,' ‘great snakes,is that him”
Just that mite !
They said ‘*Yes,” and ““Ain’t he cunnin’
And I thought they must be funnin’—
He's a sight !
He’s so small, it’s just amazin’,
And you'd think that he was blazin’,
He's so red.
And his nose is like a berry,
And he’s bald as Uncle Jerry,
On his head.
Why, he isn’t worth a brick,
All he does is cry and kick,
He can’t stop.
Won't sit up, you can’t arrange him,
I don’t see why pa don’t change him,
At the shop.
Now, we've got to dress and feed him,
And we really didn’t need him
More’n a frog ;
Why'd they buy a baby brother,
When they know 1'd good deal ruther
Have a dog ?
— Kansas Farmer.
MOOSE HUNTING IN NOVA SCOTIA.
The Story of a Thrilling Hunt of Large Game as
Told by One of the Most Successful Sportsmen in
the Country.
Decidedly a propos of the recent transfer
of a number of very valuable tropbies of
the hunt to the science department of
Franklin and Marshall college at Lancaster
by Col. A. C. Kepler, of that city, is the
following story of his latest trip to Nova
Scotia in quest of big game.
Col. Kepler is a gentleman by the grace
of God and a sportsman by nature. By
sportsman we mean to use the word in its
highest and best sense, for while he has
hunted through southern swamps, scaled
the highest peaks of the Rockies and Sel-
kirk’s and spent months in the ice clad
isolations of New Foundland his sole ob-
ject bas been for recreation and for the
beauteous, simple life that is to be found
alone near nature's heart.
The story of his latest hunt should prove
of additional interest because being told in
his own language weare ready to vouch for
the trutbfuluess of every word. Col. Kep-
ler is a cousin of Hon. J. W. Kepler, of
Pine Grove Mills, and frequently visits at
his father’s home there.
THE HUNT.
Col. Kepler arrived in Shelburne, Nova
Sootia on a Saturday in the middle of Sep-
tember. Guide and cook bad been en-
gaged months ahead, and all the prelimi-
nary arrangements to take to the woods on
Monday completed. How well this pro-
grame was planned may be inferred from
the fact that the start was promptly made
at the designated time with everything
present and not one oat of place. Previous
to starting a license was taken out, costing
$40. The party consisted of Mr. Kepler,
the cook and guide, the latter acknowl-
edged une of the most expert moose hunt-
ers in that part of the country. The im-
pedimenta was loaded oun a wagon drawn
by a pair of oxen, which for that section
and work were found far superior to either
horses or mules. They soared at nothing,
were docile, and during the stay in camp
could be left to forage for themselves.
ROUGH ROADS.
The first day the road was fairly good,
as highways through mountain and wood-
land districts go. It was constructed by
lumbermen, whose idea of a roadway is an
opening through the forest that will enable
them to get out the timber. Inequalities
of the roadbed, boulders and chuck holes
are matters of no concern, and so remain
perpetual causes of miring and jolts. Trav-
elling at the rate of about two miles an
hour, something like twenty miles were
covered Monday, to the end of the alleged
road. Tuesday would see the party plunge
into the forest primeval without sign of
roadway. The next two days not over ten
miles each were covered, and such travel-.
ling is inconceivable to the uninitiated. It
was bumpety bump over rocks or decayed
stumps, interspersed with one or both oxen
becoming mired in a swamp. This pair of
animals had been carefully trained for this
work, and exercised wonderful judgment
in extricating themselves. At times it was
necessary to unhitch one animal and use it
to pull the other out of a bad place. The
experience was trying, bus the man who
hunts moose muss be philosophical and
take things as they come, with the con-
solation that they are no worse. The
fourth day the site of the permanent, camp
was struck, the tent pitched and every-
thing made as comfortable and convenient
as the conditions would permit. The vear-
est place that bore a semblance of civiliza-
tion was forty miles away, with one vast
stretch of forest hetween. :
The hunt opened inauspiciously. The
weather was unfavorable; in fact, for the
four weeks they were in the woods there
were ouly four or five days when the con-
ditions were really good for successful call-
ing. The first week it was warm, rainy,
with a wind of varying strength. The noise
of the rain and wind interfered with the
calling, besides the call could only be heard
by an animal on the windward side, and
the same breeze that carried the call would
convey to his sensitive nostrils the scent of
the hunter, which would send the moose
skurrying away to a new district, probably
ten or fifteen miles distant.
ANIMAL AND HUMAN VOCAL DUET.
It was about a week after they had pitch-
ed camp that the first moose was killed.
Notwithstanding the unfavorable condi-
tions, they repaired to the calling ground
each morning. This place was a small
olearing in the forest covered with scrub
growth, the plan being to get the moose to
come out into the open in quest of the sup-
posed cow. Two mornings they received
answers, but the moose had secured the
companionship of a cow and was loath to
leave her. The third day was an ideal one
for calling, cool, clear and crisp, and not a
sign of a breeze. It was concluded to make
another effort and then move the camp ten
or fifteen miles farther into the interior.
Leaving camp at 4 o'clock in the morning,
Mr. Kepler and the guide went to the edge
of the clearing a mile away. Placing the
horn to his lips the guide sent the mourn-
ful imitation ringing over the surrounding
country for miles. Within fifteen minutes
a bull moose answered. Soon was heard
the noise of his coming as he crashed
through the underbrush and knocked his
horns against trees and limbs. In the
meantime the cow he had deserted was
plainly heard pleading for him to come
back. The fate of the bull 1esolved itself
into a contest between the vocal accom-
plishments of the cow and the skill of the
woodsman and his bark horn. Back and
forth he went in turn as the real and hogus
call proved the more seductive, but the
cow eventually won. Oope time he was at
the very edge of the clearing opposite the
hunters, and they could see the swaying
of the brush as he moved ahout. He eith-
er became suspicious, or at the last mo-
ment surrendered to the pleadings of the
cow and went back and refused again, to
be enticed away. As there was no proba-
bility of getting him to respond again, the
only chance, a rare one. was to follow his
trail and stalk him. Under ordinary con-
ditions this would not be resorted to, be-
cause if it failed the moose would flee from
the territory. As they were going to move
camp that day it was concluded that noth-
ing would be lost if they did scare him
away, besides there was a possibility that
he might go to a section within calling of
their new camp.
A SUCCESSFUL STALK.
Divesting themselves of all surplus cloth-
ing, they crossed the clearing and soon
found the trail, which later joined that of
the cow, and both led to a swamp. In the
centre of the morass was a hog back or
hamp of ground higher than the surround-
ing swamp. It was dry and covered by a
dense growth of fir, generally: a second
growth. Through the outer edge of the
swamp they followed the tracks to the hog
back, where it was judged the animals were
lying down. The brush was so dense that
the hunters could see but a few feet ahead,
and if they succeeded in stalking within
shooting distance they would perform a
feat achieved by comparatively few sports-
men. Separated by a distance of twenty
feet they moved through the cover, the
greatest care being taken that the pressure
of their feet on a dry twig should not give
warning of theirapproach. Signals took
the place of words as they wormed them-
selves through the brush, eyes and ears
alert, for both well knew that whatever
opportunities were afforded would be only
of the snapshot variety, with barely time
to place the rifle to the shoulder.
HIS JEALOUSY WAS FATAL.
They had proceeded but a short distance
when a crash and thunderous noise in their
unseen front told them that the animals
had detected them and were off without a
chance to shoot. At this juncture the
quick wit of the guide turned what ap-
peared to be a sad disappointment into a
game of the hunter being hunted. As the
moose were crashing through the brush,
ears wide open to ascertain if they were
being pursued, he scraped the calling horn
over some hrushes and branches, thus
imitating the noise made by a bull moose
when he rubs his antlers against the tree
branches. The bhull’s ears caught the
sound and his fear turned to uncontrollable
rage; for Le thought he had been put to
flight by another bull moose, and so had
shown himself a coward in the presence of
the cow. He wheeled like a flash, and
with lowered head charged in the direction
of the guide, who was maintaining a dis-
creet silence, with rifle ready for the quick
work both hunters knew the occasion re-
quired. With a mighty rush he burst from
a clump of firs barely twenty feet in front
of the guide and a little farther from Mr.
Kepler, who was to the right. Simultane-
ous with his appearance two rifles cracked
as one, and the moose fell dead almost at
their feet. He was a fine animal, but after
a critical examination Mr. Kepler con-
cluded that it was not good enough for the
present to the college science department.
The animal was skinned and the meat bar-
relled for use in a lumber camp which the
guide will operate this winter.
THE GIANT MOOSE TOO CUNNING.
The next day the camp was moved twelve
miles distant to a beautiful body of water
which they called Spectacle lake. It isa
place of surpassing grandeur and beauty,
and the surroundings ideal for moose hunt-
ing. The first night they could hear a bull
and cow moose about a mile away in the
woods, and from subsequent observation
they were convinced the bull was the big-
gest moose in that part of Nova Scotia.
With the game in such proximity to the
camp their expectations ran high, but the
old bull proved too cunning. Early the
next morning they began the work of coax-
ing him from his mate. He was not averse
to a little flirtation, but bis caution was
exasperating. For several days they man-
aged to draw him away from the cow, which
each time eventually came out the victor,
and one morning they enticed him near
enough to see the top of his antlers. The
next morning they counted on getting him
into the opening without fail, but alas for
well laid plans, it began to rain that night
and kept it up for three days. When the
weather cleared it was found hoth moose
bad moved beyond the range of their call,
and the big bull’s ¢kin was safe so far as
the Lancaster hanter was concerned.
A FINE SPECIMEN SHOT.
With the advent of clear weather the
calling was resumed. This was in the
beginning of October. Several morn-
ings were spent on the calling ground with-
out result” Then came another, with
weather conditions made to the order of
the moose hunter. As the birch bark
reverberated through the forests, there
came back a reply tbat carried with it
the impatience of the proverbial lover.
Plainly they heard him break his way
throngh the brush. coming straight for
them. As he approached nearer, the bell
of the birch horn was placed near the
ground and the calls issued in subdued
toves. No taint of suspicion reached his
nose, aud he boldly walked from the for-
est into the opening where the hunters
were awaiting with rifle almost at shoul-
der. One moment he stood there survey-
ing the situation, and the next he fell
dead as a bullet fiom Mr. Kepler's rifle
entered his vitals. He was standing about
125 yards away when shot. The moose
was a much finer specimen than the first
one, being five years old, five [eet eight
inches high at the shoulder, with a very
fine, dark head. The antlers were in
prime condition, with a grand spread and
twenty tines.
LOTS OF HARD WORK.
The shooting of the moose was the least
of the contract of the hunter to furnish a
mounted animal. It bad to be skinned
and the hide and bones treated so that
they would not spoil, a task that required
the best part of a week’s work. The
animal was killed early in the morning,
and after a round of congratulations they
returned to camp for breakfast. All three
then went back to the moose, and it re-
quired the entire day to skin him and
convey the several parts to the camp.
There the skin was spread out flesh side up
and balf a bushel of salt rubbed on it.
Soon in the centre there gathered a pool of
brine, and into this were placed the leg
bones and head, and tuus left for 2 day
and a half. Later the skin was hung up
on poles in such a way as not to stretch it
and carefully watched and treated for a
week. Finally it had to be packed for the
rough trip back through the forest,
thence by boat, stage and railway to the
taxidermist at Bangor, Me., who has in-
formed Mr. Kepler that all the parts
reached him in.first-class condition, and,
thanks to the careful measurements taken
of the moose before he was skiuned, and
which were sent with the animal, they ex-
pected to get an artistic mounting.
YOUNG AND RECKLESS MOOSE
Another moo-e was killed a few days later
by the guide, who wanted the meat. It
was a two-year-old bull, which bad not
yet reached the age of discretion and show-
ed in his love-making more eagerness than
judgment. He responded to a call, and
when first seen by Mr. Kepler was mistak-
en for a hear. He disappeared, and an ¢x-
amination of the tracks proved that it
was a moose. They began calling again,
and the bellowing fell on willing ears.
The moose came ont of the brush, and
within twenty-five or thirty yards of the
hunters. Mr. Kepler wanted to let him
go, bat the guide insisted on having him
for meat. The rifle cracked and the moose
fell dead after running a short distance.
Afterwards they saw several mere moose,
but they were all too young aud were not
shot. One was called up within twenty-
five feet of the hunters, and stood there
for fully ten minutes before they scared
him away® After that came the journey
home, which was a repetition of the trip
into the forest, with the added respousibil-
ity of looking after the trophies. It was
one of the most successful moose hunts
known in Nova Scotia, and the stalking of
the first bull was a piece of exceptionally
clever wooderaft, which no doubt will be-
come a legend among the hunting stories
of that country.
The Lad Cremated.
An Incendiary’s Foul Work. Logs Piled Under and
Around One End of the Building and Match Was
Applied. The Tragic Affair is a Mystery.
The 9-years-old son of Mr, and Mrs.
Charles Tritt, residing near Long Hollow,
a few miles east of Catawissa, was burned
to death in their home, which was set on
fire by an incendiary, Sunday night. The
story of the awful occurrence, with its
wierd thread of detail, is graphically told
in the Bloomsburg Press, as follows:
‘‘Burned so that there is not a semblance
of his body to be found, the life of Nathan,
the 9-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs.
Charles Tritt, who live near Long Hollow,
paid the forfeit of a dastardly act of
an incendiary, while the parents and
two brothers escaped only with their
lives in their underclothes, the house and
all its furnishings being the funeral pyre
of their youngest son and brother. Seldom
has there ever been recorded a sadder death
than that which has clouded the lives of
the Tritt family. The parents and three
song Adam, Frank and Nate, the boys
occupying one room, were asleep at balf-
past 11 o’olock Sunday night, when a
fiend stacked a pileof wood high around
the one end of the house, and setting fire
to the pile stole away in the dark. Who
he was is not yet known. :
““The first intimation the family had of
the fire was when the mother was awaken-
ed by the crackling of the flames. Rush-
ing to the window she saw that the house
was already in flames. Screaming, she
awakened her husband, aud rushing to the
room of the boys called them. The two
older brothers, Adam, aged 18 years, aud
Frank, aged 16 years, were at once
awakened, and calling Nate, he responded,
but it was the answer of a sleeping hoy.
Believing that he was awake and realiz-
ing his danger, they ran for their lives,
pot waiting to get any clothing. When
they had reached the outside of the build-
ing they were yet in time to see the pile of
- wood placed there by the hands of the
incendiary. It was then that they missed
Nate. Risking his own life, Adam started
back into the fiercely blazing house, only
to be overcome and falling to the floor,
He was rescued by the others in the nick
of time, for his clothing was already in
flames and the skin on his face and neck
was in a blister.
*‘Not daunted by this he ran to a nearby
shed, and getting a ladder he placed it
against the side of the house near the win-
dow of the room in which they supposed
their brother was sleeping the sleep of
death. Not once had he called to them,
the smoke without doubt suffocating him.
Reaching the top of the ladder Adam called
to his brother again and again, but no voice
answered him. He attempted to enter the
window, but the flames drove him back.
Then he managed to get hold of the bed-
post and was drawing it to the window
when it caught fast in the room and could
not be moved. While he was yet vainly
trying to move the bed the flames belched
from the window and he was forced to drop
to the ground or likewise meet death. All
this time the other members of the family.
were vainly making an effort to stay the
advance of the fire fiend. No means of
fighting the fire were at hand and the fami-
ly standing there with little clothing on,in
their bare feet, were but ill equipped to
battle with the flames.
‘‘Added to all this the wife and one son
had to restrain the father,or he would have
dashed into the house in an effort to save
his child after all chance vanished and
when certain death stared him in the face.
Suffering from the cold, with the thermom-
eter near the zero point, they made their
way to the home of a neighbor,James Fish-
er, where they stayed until morning. Soon
after reaching there the father fainted away
and it was with difficulty that he was re-
scusciated. For ahout thirty minutes the
flames ate their way through the house and
after the timbers bad fallen and the man-
tle of day had come over the land, a search
was made for the body of the son, but not
a semblance of a hone could be found over
which the last sad rites could be paid. The
family have not even the consolation of
burying their dead. Never was a body
more effectually oremated.
‘‘Not a piece of household furniture was
saved, and about $50 in money was burned
up. An excellent opportunity was afford-
ed the incendiary in the work for the house
in whiobh they lived was of two parts, the
one part being built of logs, while the ad-
dition had no cellar under it and was built
on piles. Under and alongside of these piles
the fire was built. So far as known there
is absolutely no person toward whom the
finger of suspicion could be pointed,for Mr.
Tritt knew of no enemies that he bad. It
is understood the family will purchase new
furniture and go to housekeeping in an old
house that stands upon their farm.
——Sabseribe for the WATCHMAN.
PLEASANT FIELDS OF HOLY WRIT.
Save for my daily range
Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ,
I might despair —Tennyson.
THE INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY-SCHOOL LESSON.
First Quarter. Lesson V. Luke v, 1—11
Sunday February 7, 1904.
A SABBATH IN CAPERNAUM
It was Sabbath in the city of Nabum
(Capernaum ) so famous-in New Testament
annals, exalted to Heaven by Jesus’ resi-
dence within its limits. The usual audi-
ence had gathered in the marble synagogue
which love had prompted a worthy centu-
rion proselyte to build. The glittering
fragments of that house of prayer, with the
conventional twisted foliage ornamentation,
greet the eye of the m odern traveler, and
reminds him of the doom which Jesus pro-
nounced on account of the spiritnal obtuse-
ness of its popalation Maik’s spirited narra-
tive describes Jesus going to the synagogue
as soon as the doors were open. By com-
mon consent, he takes the speaker’s stand,
and utters words that have a principle of
life in them.
“He speaks the prophets’ words, but with an air
As if himself had been foreshudowed in them.
The most eminent scribe that ever occu-
pied that desk never approximated to the
self-assertiveness of the speaker. Hear his
“I say anto yon!” “I am the way, the
door’ the vine, the shepherd, truth, life,
resurrection !”’ ‘‘Before Abraham was, I
am!” No wonder that audience was
dumbfounded. Moses and the prophets
were not authorities to be appealed to. but
servants to deck the speaker's biow with
aureola of divinity. In the very midst of
that fervid sermon, the breathless stillness
of the auditorium is broken by the piercing
ery of terror aud astonishment with which
the underworld recognizes its Sovereign
Master: ‘Ah "7 ““Woeis me!’ ‘‘Mine
hour of doom is come.’ It was just such a
cry as the condemned felon might raise at
thesudden, unexpected appearance of his
executiouver. The seed of the serpent rec-
_ognizes the seed of the woman. But even
in his terror the unclean spirit sees an op-
portunity to damage his mighty opponent.
He fails not to avail himself of it. He will
patronizingly acknowledge the new Rabbi’s
exalted claims, so that there shall be the
appearance of collusion. The venomous
Jews shall be furnished with some color
for their damaging accusation that Jesus is
himself possessed, and by that means exer-
cises his authority over demons. The
Master checkmates that devil in a single
move. He silences him, and expels him.
The demon gives an example of his malev-
olent ferocity by giving his unhappy vie-
tim ‘‘a last fling’’ before he leaves him. In
that synagogue by the sea is witnessed a
sharp encounter hetween the powers of
light and darkness. and Heaven’s final tri-
umph is there adumbhrated. No wonder that
the fame of it flew with winged feet. The
scene of Jesus’ tireless activity isat once
transferred from the publicity of the syna-
gogue to the sweet privacy of the home of
the chiefest of his apostles. What Peter
has just seen of the Master’s power em-
boldens him to call his attention to an in-
stance of sickness in his own house—a low,
consuming, fatal fever. The domestic
wiracle will produce no such sensation as
that wrought in the synagogue; but love
for his disciple, and a desire to confirm
this somewhat unstable character, as well
as sympathy for the sufferer, leads Jesus to
give the touch and word of power. *‘What
God does is well done.” No tedious con-
valescence succeeds the breaking of the fever.
As a token of gratitude the sick woman
instantly rises from her couch and prepares
a savory meal, All unconsciously she gives
a convincing evidence of the perfection of
her cure; at the same time she refreshes the
Master after the toils of the dav, and forti-
fies him for the overwhelming exactious of
the early evening. For scarcely was the
meal finished before the street in front of
Peter’s house was converted into a hospital.
That miracle in the synagogue had been a
silver bell whose notes of hope had sounded
in every shadowed home. In obedience to
the encouraging call, when the setting sun
had absolved the people from their over-
strained notions of Sabbath observance, they
came with confidence to Him whose sover-
eign power had had such a conspicuous ex-
emplification. From one sufferer’s mat to
another Jesus walked in that hastily-ex
temporized lazar-house under the stars.
Nor did he desist as long as there was a
tiny sufferer left upon any mother’s gentle
bosom. Now we know how Capernaum was
lifted to heaven in point of privilege. No
other city had such a perfect exhibition of
Jesus’ power.
malevolent demon was expelled, every dis-
seased person was made every whit whole.
The sun that went down upon a sick and
suffering city rose one healed and bappy.
Yet see once more the inveterate power of
sin. Those mighty works produced no
general or lasting faith in Jesus as the
Messiah. Capernaum’s doom was deserved.
One fairly hears the Master’s stern words,
still making the echoes of her desolation:
**Thon shalt be brought down to hell.”’
THE TEACHER'S LANTERN.
Demoniac possession is confessedly a
difficult problem. We do not undertake
a solution. Here are some hints only.
That it was merely a symbolical way of
talking about the dominance of evil
(Strauss), or that it was an accommodation
on the part of Jesus to ideas then prevalent
Trench affirms that demoniacal possession
was coincident only with Jesus’ public
ministry, a sort of dark background on
which his power might be displayed to
greatest advantage. Of this we can only
say: ‘‘Not proven.” The first Hebrew
king seems to have been ‘‘possessed,’’ and
modern instances seem nottobe altogeth-
er wanting.
One more we have ‘‘a devil with a Bible
under his arm and quoting texts.”” The
exalted title, ‘Holy One of God,”’ is taken
from the Messianic Psalm. (Pea. xvi, 10.)
In the language of the New Testament
there is a great gulf fixed between the
kingdom cf light and the kingdom of dark-
ness. The former can accept or borrow
nothing from the latter, not even words of
commendation that will be of advantage.
* * * * *
There are some ministers who, if they
can get some old infidel to ‘‘speak a good
word’ for them, are wonderfully elated
thereat. They bad better imitate their
Master’s example. All compliments from
such sources are dubious, and have a de-
cidedly sulpburic scent. They ought to
be declined with thanks.
* * * *
That Sabbath in Capernaum is Jesus’
whole life in miniature,—the attendance
upon the synagogue service, his sermon,
expulsion of the demon, his beneficent
deed in Peter's home, the healing of all
the sick folk brought at sundown, all
olosing with his night vigil in the solitary
place. What a tireless toiler! What
human life was ever packed with greater
industry, and all that he might minister
and give himself for others?
BE A —
In a single night every.
CHILD-STUDY AND SUNDAY-SCHOOL METH-
ODS.
There is a fascinating witchery about
the child-mind, the spell and power of
which is felt by every onetoa greater or
less degree: a certain audacity of thought,
luxuriance of imagination, grotesqueness
of language, all quaint, artless, captivating
to the last degree. Not to be seusitive to
and appreciative of this characteristic is
the greatest possible disqualification for
teaching. It puts one out of touch and tune
with the child. Suoch a one is beyond the
child’s horizon and speaking in au un-
known tongue.
A Wail From The Solitudes.
The Adventures of M. Dolarr.
As I am sitting in the '‘Solitudes’’ gaz-
ing through the eye of fancy at the long
procession of fantastic characters that one
sees on the midway of life--just as fantastic
as the real characters one meets from day
to day. I am seemingly recalled from my
reverie by the sound of a voice near me.
A queer little creature appears before me,
in a dusty looking garb of giay and green
and a rueful expression of countenance.
‘Pardon me,”’ he said, ‘‘I did not mean to
intrude. I sapposed this was the '‘Soli-
tudes’’ and that I should be alone.”
‘Ah, welcome did you say? Thank
yon, I shall be glad to rest,” for a short
time, away from the rushing, buffetting
throng. I am weary of being tossed hither
and thither as relentlessly as a foot-ball or
the hero of a season. With your permis-
sion I shall relieve my over-charged feel-
ings by relating to yon a few incidents
from my somewhat checkered career.
‘‘There are many very pleasant scenes
which I ean recall, for Iam glad to say
that I have helped to bring happiness and
prosperity to many. But I have unwit-
tingly been the canse of so much misery,
sorrow and dishonor that I sometimes feel
that it out weighs the good that I have
done.
“My family is a very ancient one. We
can trace our ancestry back through many
ages. Our relationship is as wide-spread
as civilization. Though the family con-
nection is not very generally recognized,
owing to our time-honored custom of
changing the family name to suit the
language spoken in the country of our
adoption.
“I do not hesitatejto say that our fami-
ly in its various positions wields a wider
and greater influence than any family in
the world. Through our influence deserts
have been reclaimed and transformed into
gardens of beauty; distant places have been
brought into close communication. Em-
pires bave been formed, and thrones have
toppled over. Through our influence the
humblest of humanity bave risen into
power, an the great and honorable have
been dragged to the lowest depths.
(With his rising eloquence, the little crea-
ture seemed to expand to wonderful pro-
portions, with the mere sense of his own
importance and that of his family, but
presently recalling himself he continued
more quietly.)
“But I promised to relate some of my
own experiences only. During my whirl
in the maelstrom of business life,I chanced
one day to find myself in the company of a
banker. In a short time a muscalar man
in coarse clothes presented a check and I
was sent to accompany him on his travels,
when he very unceremoniously proceeded
to place me in the bottom of his shoe un-
der his foot. From there I found my way
into the hande of a druggist from whom
the wan wade a purchase. He in turn
gave me into thé keeping of a lady, who
would have been horrified, had she known
where I had spent the previous few hours.
But not knowing she held me firmly in her
delicate, white hand.
“This lady sent me into the home of a
poverty stricken family, where I was re-
ceived with great rejoicing. But I was
soon sent back to the same drug store to
procure medicine for a sick child, and,
carrying some germs of the disease about
me, the result was that one of the drug
clerks was soon stricken with the same
malady, which caused his death. This re-
sulted in my shortly finding myself in the
hands of an nndertaker. He handed me
over to his assistant, who used my influ-
ence to get him some cigarettes, and while
carelessly smoking one of them, be caused
a fire to start in a large building, in which
a man lost his life and another was so bad-
ly injured that he will be a cripple for life.
My next experience was a happier one, for
I was sent to buy a pair of shoes for a poor
little hoy thereby gladdening his little
heart as well as warming his little feet.
But alas ! my happiness was of short dura-
tion for I soon found myself in the com-
pany of a man who took me directly toa
rumshop and exchanged me for the magic
fluid which transforms men into beasts.
And in that condition he is even now ly-
ing in an alley. The rum seller sent me
to a grocery from where, as soon as I got
into congenial company, I made all baste
to come to ‘‘The Solitudes.” These ad-
ventures which I have mentioned have
been crowded into one short week.”
(Moved with compassion I say ‘‘stay here,
spend your life time here in the solitudes,
if you will, far from the mad rush.’’) He
replies ‘‘Alas! I cannot, without defeat-
ing the end for which I am in existence.”
Handing me a card on which was written
“M. Dolarr”’ he explained, In my morti-
fication at the many embarrassing positions
in which I am placed I have been tempted
to disguise myself. The name by which I
am commonly known is ‘Mighty Dollar.’
Now I must bid yon adieu, thongh I may
come again.’”’ With this promise he was
gone. It is strange that I never could in-
duce any of that family, to remain with
me for any length of time.
KENDRICK J. ARNOTTE.
Aged Couple Tortured.
Robbers Beat Their Feet to Make Them @ive Up
Hidden Wealth.
Breaking into the home of Benjamin Yea
ly in Cook township, Westmoreland county,
on & lonely by-road at the foot of Chestnut
Ridge, two masked robbers Tuesday night,
subjected the aged couple. the only ocon-
pants of the house, to torture in an attempt
to learn the hiding place of a hoard of mon
ey they were supposed to have secreted.
The robbers secured $8.
The robbers bound Mr. aud Mrs. Yealy,
and beat them on the soles of their feet
with bed-slats and otherwise abused them,
notwithstanding their protests that they
bad, only $8 in the house. A thorough
search of the house was made and many
pieces of furniture were demolished.
Threatening the couple with death if
they attempted to rouse the neighborhood,
the robbers left and their visit was not
learned by the neighbors until Thurs-
day.
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-—Train up a child inthe way he
should go and when be is old he will not
go to Congress unless he has a chance.
A Cyclone Destroys Town!
Thirty-seven Persons Killed and Over One Hun-
dred Injured. The Path of the Storm was one
Quarter of a Mile Wide and Passed Through the
Town. Persons Were Blown Many Feet.
The most disastrous cyclone that has ever
swept over Alabama visited Moundsville,
a town of three hundred inhabitants
fifteen miles south of Tuscaloosa, at 1
o’clock Thursday morning and as a result
thirty-seven persons were killed,five whites
and thirty-two negroes, and more than one
hundred injured and every business house
in the town, with the exception of a small
drug store, was completely destroyed.
The cyclone struck the town from the
southwest. Its path was a quarter of a
mile wide right through the town. The
following is a list of the white persons
killed :
E. P. Seymour, of Nashville, Tenn.;
railroad telegraph operator.
A. H. W. Warren, of Birmingham; em-
ployed by the Alabama Grocery Company.
J. H. Redmond, superintendent pump-
ing station; from Nashville.
Robert Powers, of Tuscaloosa.
Miss Nettie Farley.
The negroes dead are :
W. N. Miles, wife and six children.
Elbert Holston, wife and three chil-
dren.
Tke Holston, wife and three children.
Thirteen other negroes yet unidentified.
Surgeons were rushed to Moundsville
from Greensboro and Tuscaloosa.
By the force of the storm persons were
blown hundreds of feet from their beds 1n
the blackness of night. Through the terror
a father, mother and three children fled
from their home to see refuge and in their
excitement left a 5-year-old boy in bed.
That morning he was pulled from beneath
some timber and thos far it is impossible
to find any other member of the family.
Bedding, carpets and wearing apparel
are scattered a distance of ten miles
throughout what was a forest and which is
now as clear as if it bad been cut by the
woodman’s ax.
Freight cars were torn to splinters, the
trucks under them being hurled hundreds
of feet from the track.
The depot, the hotel, warehouses, gins,
thirty homes, the store houses occupied by
R. T. Griffin, A. W. Wiggins & Son, W
J. Dominick, A. D. Griffin and W. H.
Phifer, together with their stocks, were
completely destroyed. Where they stood
it is impossible to find even the pillars on
which these structures 1ested.
Bales of cotton stored in warehouses,
were blown to atoms, the fragments of line,
together with the debris, lodging in trees,
making it appear as if that section had been
visited by a snow storm. Heavy iron safes
were carried away by the storm and the
doors from their hibges.
A young clerk employed by W. P.
Phifer, hearing the terrible roaring of the
approaching cyclone, let himself down into
a well in the centre of the store. He no
sooner had found his place of safety when
the store was completely demolished. He
was drawn out uninjured.
Democrat to Endow Party With $75,-
000.
Colonel Wetmore, of St. Louis, Provides in His
Will for Standing Fund. To Spread Principies.
Colonel Moses C. Wetmore, of St. Louis,
has provided in his will to leave to the
Democratic party a large sum of money to
be held as a permanent fund for the uses of
the party. What the amount is neither he
nor Senator Stone will say. It can be said
positively that the figure is not far from
$75,000.
Colonel Wetmore’s idea is that the
Democratic party is to be permanently the
exponent .of the principles announced by
Thomas Jefferson and that it should not be
dependent upon mere temporary contribu-
tions, but should be endowed permanent-
ly, as colleges are.
He thinks the disciples of ‘Jefferson who
have means should provide the party with
a perpetual fund. Colonel Wetmore’s de-
sire, supposed to be incorporated in the
will, is ‘that the fund should be invested
for a hundred years and then devoted to
building a memorial to Thomas Jefferson.
Meanwhile the income is to be divided
every four years into two parts, one for the
national Democratic committee and the
other for the organization in Missouri. The
St. Louis Trust Company is to be the
custodian.
For years Colonel Wetmore bas been a
regular and liberal contributor to Demo-
cratic campaign funds and has taken an
active interest in politics. He was a friend
of Richard P. Bland, and is a particular
friend of William J. Bryan.
As general manager of the Liggett &
Myer Tobacco Compauy he was for many
years a conspicuous figure in the business
life of St. Louis. He was born in Illinois
and served in the Union army. He bas
never married.
Paul Kruger’s Days Now are Num-=
bered.
Qom Paul Kroger is dying. His memory
gone, his 80 years pressing heavily on his
whitened head, his steps feeble, his pas-
sion for outdoor life gone, the man, who
brought Great Britain to her knees and
staggered mankind in South Africa cannot
live longer.
His friends are fearing and prepared for
the worst and would not be surprised at
any moment to hear that the man who was
four times president of the South African
Republic bad gone to join his fallen com-
panions and his wife.
The change in his condition began about
a week ago. His friends and physicians,
however, fearing the effect that the news
might have on certain enterprises, kept
quiet. He became worse so rapidly that
the news leaked out.
Oom Paul now has somebody with him
every hour of the day and night. He is
tired of life, it would seem, and does not,
apparently, care to do anything to combat
the effects of age and disease. To add to
all, the climate, which never agreed with
him, is making things far more unpleasant
than ever before.
There are several matters of importance,
however, which he wanted and still wants
to see done before his death. For one
thing, the unhappy condition of his coun-
try and its people bas been a constant
thorn in his side. He cannot talk of the
outcome of the war with anything bus bit-
terness. The impossibility of the Trans-
vaal assuming ever again anything like its
old place in the world has plunged him in-
to the blackest melancholy. ,
— The Rev: E. H. Mateer, pastor of
the Presbyterian church at McVeytown,
gave notice last Sunday that he would ask
the congregation to unite with him in
asking the presbytery of Huntingdon to
dissolve the pastoral relation now existing
between them at the close of the twentieth
year of his pastorate. Mr. Mateer receiv-
ed a call in December from the Pittsgrove
church, of Daretown, of the presbytery of
West Jersey.