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Bellefonte, Pa., June 9, 1905.
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THE THREE AGES OF MAN.
He swore that for true love he'd marry;
- In a cottage he’d much rather tarry
With love by his side,
Than take for his bride
A girl who had millions to carry.
.He was twenty.
Years passed; he was thirty and single,
In society’s gay whirl he’d mingle;
He had loved half a score,
He was loving once more—
A lass? No. Her coin’s golden jingle.
He was thirty.
A bachelor still, the old sinner!
Met a maiden and tried hard to win her,
Not because she was fair *
Or had money to spare,
But—because she could order a dinner.
He was forty.
—————————
A DIVIDED DUTY.
BY LEIGH GORDON GILTON.
In the Voque.
His mother’s voice, eminently sweet and
gentle, yet delicately distinct, drifted in to
Dallas though the open windows of the
library. He knew that neither of the two
on the balcony sdspected his proximity,
and he was equally aware that the pro-
prieties demanded that he should apprise
them of his presence or go away; but the
conversation in progress held for him an
interest too vital to admis of either; 80 he
compromised with his conscience and stay-
“I don’t mind confessing myself a ‘ma-
noeuvring mamma,’ my dear,’’ Mrs. Keith
was saying, ‘‘I tell you frankly, Constance,
that when I asked you here it was with
the hope that one of my boys might love
you and that you might learn to care for
him in return. Your dead mother was the
dearest friend of my girlhood, and it has
always been a fancy of mine that her
daughter should marry one of my sons. I
didn’t quite count upon Roger. He’s too
much absorbed in his books to be more
than vaguely aware of the existence of any
woman; Dallas is, as usual, engrossed with |
some butterfly fanoy—the tender passion
is chronic with him; so it was really
Cathcarton on whom I builg my hopes. It
seems I builded even better than I knew
where he is concerned, bus forcing Fate's
hand is always rather a dangerous proceed-
ing and I begin to fear thas in planning for
his happiness I may have subjected him to
possible pain. I do not pretend, Constance,
that you are the only woman he has cared
for—he’s had scores of trifling affairs, but
you have inspired him with the firsts real
passion, and unless you can return his
feelings in some degree it will go very hard
with him. 9
Dallas leaned forward eagerly, bus the
girl’s answer was inaudible.
“I think I must confess,” Mis. Keith
went on after a moment, ‘‘that Cathcart is
my favorite son. He was always less strong
than the others and more like the husband
I adore. Like my husband, $00, he seems
doomed to an early death. He has in-
herited his father’s weak langs, and it is
only a question of time—a few years at
best——"’ the sweet voice faltered.
*‘Ah,”” the girl breathed, “I did not
know—I did not dream—-’
‘‘It is trae, Constance,’’ said the mother
sadly. ‘‘As with his father, I must sit
helplessly by and watch him die by de-
grees. You will understand now how
doubly dear he isto me, how I would do
anything, make any sacrifice to secure for
him the happiness which must be brief at
best. This is why I have put aside delicacy
and reserve and venture to speak to yon.
Cathoart knows the truth. We tried to
keep it from him, but be has known almost
from the first and he does not complain.
Only Le craves, before he goes, the little
meed of happiness which he feels is eve
man’s done. He said to me yesterday: ‘I
don’t mind dying, Mother, only I have
never lived. If I might have my heart’s
desire I could diecontent. If I could feel
that I had loved and been loved, that I had
once really lived, it wouldn’t beso hard.’
You see what it means to him, Constance,
and I'm sure you will forgive my apparent
indelicacy and answer me freely and frank-
ly when I ask you if yon think you could
learn to care for him or if thereis some
one else.”’
There was a moment's silence. The
listener held his breath to hear the girl’s
answer.
‘Dear Mrs. Keith,’ she said simply, ‘I
shall answer you as frankly as I would
bave answered my own dear mother.
There is—or was—some one else. When 1
was scarcely more than a child I met—and
cared for—a man many years my senior,
one of my brother’s friends. He has since
achieved distinction, he was even then be-
ginning to be famous. He wae the em-
bodiment of my ideals and I deified rather
than loved him. I never hoped or fancied
that he might care for me, bus he did. He
went away because he found he was be-
ginning to care when he was bound in
honor to another. He told me that, though
hie had no right, be loved me, should al-
ways love me, and that if ever he should
be free he would come back to me. He
did not ask if I cared—but I think he
knew. That was eight years ago, Mrs.
Keith, and I have never seen him singe,
but always his image has stood between
me and any thought of love or marriage,
antil —.7?
““Until?”’ Mrs. Keith echoed breathless-
ly, Then there is someone now?’’
The girl sighed.
‘*No,”” she answered, ‘‘There is no one
—nothing—in my life—only ideals and
dreams.”
‘My dear,’”” Mrs. Keith said quickly,
‘Few women marry the men of their
ideals. Rather they idealize the men they
marry. We are so prone to deify the com-
monest of clay. We begin it as children
when we lavish devotion on a rag doll,
and we keep it up through life. The aver-
age woman can make a hero ous of the least
promising materials. Love is largely a
thing within ourselves, and it is capable
of transforming the moss commonplace
object into an idol. I may be prejudiced,
Coustance, bat Cathcart seems to me not
unattractive. He is handsome, certainly ;
you must admit the charm of bis manner,
the sweetness and fineness of his nature—
forgive the babbling of a doting mother,
dear! I've confessed, you know, that Cath-
cart is my idol.”
There was a little silence, then the girl
eaid slowly:
*‘I am fond of Catheart. I care for him
very, very much, bus I'm afraid not—
quite —in that way. I've never thonght of
bim so. My feeling for him is more shas
which one might give a dear friend —’
The listener caught his breath sharply.
“That will come in time, believe me,”’
the mother interposed eagerly. ‘“You can’t
fine and dear he is! Ah, Idon’s want to
urge you unduly, Constance, but if you
only coald —??
‘‘Mrs. Keith,”” Constance answered,
steadily, ‘‘if you are sure it is best, I—it
shall be as you wish. My life means very
little to me as it is. I have only my
brother, and though we love each devoted-
ly, be has his wile, kis children, his out-
sideinterests, and I am merely an inoi-
dent, not a pecessary to his happiness. I
should like to feel that my existence was
not wholly wasted, that someone was the
better for my having lived. If you feel I
can make Cathcart bappy, if you think I
can make the inevitable suffering before
him less hard, I am willing to try.”
The man beside the window set his teeth
hard. He half rose, then sank back into
his place.
‘‘Ah, my dear, my dear!” he heard his
mother say with a tremor in her voice, “I
cannot thank you enough! Bat you will
not let Cathcart know I have spoken. You
won't let him feel that he is taken on snf-
ferance.”’
‘Dear Mrs. Keith,’’ the girl cried, ear-
nestly, ‘‘I mean to try with all my heart
to love your son; but whether I succeed or
fail, it shall make no difference. I shall
try to make him happy.”
A moment later Dallas Keith followed
his mother into her own room, closed the
door and turned to confront her with set
face, and eyes whioh held an expression
she had never seen in them before.
‘Mother,’ he began, and the tenseness
of his tone was eloquent of his struggle for
control. “I overheard what you were say-
ing to Miss Fleming just now. I deliber-
ately listened, indeed, because the matter
concerns me more nearly than you imagine.
Ilove her, mother. You needn’t smile!
It isn’t a butterfly fancy this time. It’s a
deep, absorbing passion which has taken
hold upon me. I didn’t understand at first.
Indeed, I bored her with my fancied fond-
ness for the little Maize girl. You don’s
know how I love her, Mother. And of late
I’ve fancied that she was beginning to care
for me. I didn’t dream Cathoart loved her,
and I only waited to speak until I should
be sure of her. And now—I don’t think
you quite realize what yon’ve asked of her
—what it all means—what a fearful saori-
fice you have called on her to make. It’s
cruel, monstrous, inhuman. I beg your
pardon, mother. It means #0 much to me
thas I forget myself.’’
Mrs. Keith stood for a moment survey-
ing her son in something nearly approach-
ing dismay, though she managed skilfully
to conceal the emotion. She was a little
creature, fine and fragile. The sweet face,
framed with waves of soft gray hair, was
quite unfurrowed, and her figure was as
trim and slender as that of a girl. Her
three sons adored her, and, though she
did it with a charming grace, she ruled
them all. Never before bad one of them
ventured to question her judgment.
‘My son,’’ she said quietly, ‘“‘since you
listened to what I.eaid to Constance, you
probably heard me speak of your brother’s
misforbune. I had not told yon before.
Cathcart did not wish you to be saddened
with the knowledge; but his lungs are seri-
ously affected, and Dr. Holmes gives him a
year—two years at most. He is dying,
Dallas, just as your father died, and I can
only stand and look on.’*
She threw out her hands in a little des-
perate gesture, but quickly controlled her-
self and went on:
“It has seemed to me thas for the little
while he is spared to us,nothing that you—
thatany of us—ocaun do for him would he too
much. Sarely, dear, if Constance is will-
ing to sacrifice her life, herself, to Catheart,
you, his brother, should have the strength
to give up for him what is at best only a
hope.”
The words went home. Dallas laid his
arms on the tall mantel shelf, and bent his
face down upon them. His mother watoh-
ed him quietly, without fear of the out-
come. She knew her son for the thorough-
bred be was, and she was sure he would
not fail her. There was a long silence in
the room. Then the boy lifted to hers a face
out of which the boyish look had gone,
leaving it haggard.
“Mother,” he said quietly, ‘‘you’re
right. It is Cathcart we must consider.
I'll stand aside. Only—I'm not brave
enough to stay. You must let me £0 away
till after.”
He laid his head down upon his arme
again, and the mother stole away and left
him so.
Continued next week
A Very Pretty Tale.
The wearing of orange blossoms a wed-
dings is accounted for in various ways.
Among other stories, says she Chicago
Chronicle, is the following popular legend
from Spain: An African king presented a
Spanish king with a magnificent orange
tree, whose creamy, waxy blossoms and
wonderful fragrance excited she admiration
of the whole cours. Many begged in vain
for a branch of the plant and a desire to
introduce go great a ouriosity to his na-
tive land. He used every possible means
to accomplish his purpose, bus, all his ef-
forts coming so naught he gave up in
despair.
The fair daughter of the court gardener
was loved by a young artisan, bus she
lacked the dowry which the family con-
sidered necessary toa bride. One day,
chancing to break off a spray of orange
blossoms, the gardener thoughtlessly gave
it to his daughter. Seeing the coveted
prize in the girl’s hair the wily ambassa-
dor offered her a sum sufficient for the
dowry, provided she gave him a branch
and said nothing abous is. Her marriage
was soon celebrated, and on her way so the
altar, in grateful remembrance of the source
of all her happiness, she secretly broke off
another bit of the lucky tree to adorn her
hair. ’
Whether the poor court gardener lost his
bead in consequence of his daughter’s
treachery the legend does not relate, but
many lands now know the wonderful tree,
and ever since that wedding day orange
blossoms bas been considered a fitting
adornment for a bride.
“Liquid Capital,”
Deposit banks are little more than olear-
ing-houses; and the laws permit their own-
ers to pay nine-tenthe of their debts with
money literally made by themselves—ont
of nothing—which they coolly call *1i-
quid capital,” or “bank credit,” although
it is neither capital nor credit. The real
pature and far-reaching effects of shis
modern practice are not olearly under
stood by one in twenty even ofthe bank-
ers themselves—and none of them dares
discuss it publicly. The most of those
that do not fully understand it feel “that
there is something wrong ahout it; and
Hives hat do tnderssod it ksow that,
people once n to study ‘‘the eys-
tem,’’ they will demand radical changes
in it—or its entire abolition.—From Tom
Watson's Magazine.
On such a day, such a cloudless, radiant,
flower-sweetened day, the horseman slack-
ens the rein as he rides through lanes and
Quiet flelds; and he dares todream that the
children of God once loved each other.
On such a day one may dream that the
time might come when they would do so
again.
Rein in and stop, here on this high hill
Look north, look east where the san rises,
look south, look west where the sun sets—
on all sides the scene is the same. In
every field the steady plowman and the
children dropping corn.
Close the eye a moment and look at the
picture fancy paints. Every field in Geor-
gia is there, every field in the South is
there. And in each the figures are the
same—the steady mule and the ‘steady
man, and the pattering feet of the children
dropping corn. :
In these furrows lie the food of she re-
ublic; on these fields depend life and
Bealth and happiness.
Halt those children—and see how the
cheek of the world wonld blanch at
thought of famine!
Paralyze that plowman—and see how
national bankraptoy would shatter every
city in the Union.
Dropping corn! A simple thing, you say.
And yet, as those white seeds rattle
down to the sod and hide away for a sea-
son, it needs no- pecnliar strength of fan-
‘| oy to see a Jacob’s ladder crowded with
ascending blessings.
Scornfully the railroad king would
glance at these small teams in each small
field; yet check those corn droppers and
his cars would rot on the road and
rust would devour the engines in the
roundhouse. The banker would ride
through those fields thinking only of his
hoarded millions, nor would he ever star-
tle himself with the thought that his mil-
lions would melt away in mist were those
pin corn. The bondholder, proud in all
the security of the untaxed receiver of
other people’s taxes, would see in. these
fields merely the industry from which he
gathers tribute; it would never dawn on
his mind that without the opening of
those furrows and the hurrying army of
children dropping corn bis bond wouldn’s
be worth the paper it is written on.
Yet it is literally so.
Feed the world, and it can live, work,
produce and march on. Starve it, and what
becomes of railroads, banks, mills, mines,
notes, mortgages and bonds?
How much of your gold can yon eat?
How many. of your diamonds will an-
swer the need of a loaf ?
But enough.
It is time to ride down the hill. The
tinkle of the cow-bell follows the sinking
san-—both on the way home.
So with many an unspoken thought I
ride homeward, thinking of those who
plant the corn. :
And bard indeed would be the heart
that, knowing what these people do and
bear and suffer, yet would not fashion this
prayer to the favored of the republic: *‘O
rulers, lawmakers, soldiers, judges, bank-
ers, merchants, editors, lawyers, doctors,
preachers, bondholders! Be not so unmindful
of the toil and misery of these who feed you I’?
—Tom Watson in his magazine.
A Valuable Publication.
The Passenger Department of the Penn-
sylvania Railroad Company has published
the 1905 edition of the Summer Excarsion
Route Book. This work is designed to
provide the public with descriptive notes
of the principal Summer resorts of the
United States, with the best routes for reach-
ing them, and she rates of fare. It con-
tains all the principal seashore and moun-
tain resorts in New England, the Middle,
Southern, and Western States, and in
Canada, and over seventeen hundred dif-
ferent routes or combinations of routes.
The book has been compiled with the
greatest care, and altogether is the most
complete and comprehensive handbook of
Summer travel ever offered to the public.
The cover is handsome and striking,
printed in colors, and the book contains
several maps, presenting the exact routes
over which tickets are sold. The book is
profusely illustrated with fine half-tone
cuts of scenery at the various resorts and
along the lines of the Pennsylvania Rail-
road,
This very interesting book may be pro-
cured at any Pennsylvania Railroad ticket
office at the nominal price of ten cents, or
upon application to Geo. W. Boyd, General
| Passenger Agent, Broad St. Station, Phil-
adelphia, Pa., by mail for twenty cents.
Do Vacations Pay.
Russell Sage is out flat-footed against
vacations; bus everybody laughs, because
be is generally regarded as an awful exam-
ple of thrifs and industry gone mad. Still,
are there not many young men who pro-
fess serious intentions in the matter of sno-
cess and not mere flirtation who might
profitably ask themselves, Can I’ afford to
take a vacation?
To the young man whose thoughts are
on vacation all the year round this is of no
importance; but to the young man whose
work is his main, his paramount interest,
a wo weeks’ break of the continnity may
be a hurtful set-back. The exciteful arises
chiefly from the delusion that impairs the
health. The truth ie, of course, that work
affeots the health only of him who spends
most of his energy in some form of self-
indulgence; and if it weren’s for the health-
ful regularity of work he would break down
altogether.
A great many very wise and long-lived
men have taken vacations in order that
they might be free to work harder than
ever.—Saturday Evening Post.
——Let a man learn that everything in
nature goes by law, and not by luck, and
that what he sows he reaps.— Emerson.
——Grace—Weren’t you very nervous
while Jack was proposing ?
Phoebe—I should say so ! I was so afraid
he would be interrupted.
——He—Why do you think
judge of human nature ?
~ She— use you have such a good
opinion of yourself.”
Iam a poor
——Money can buy many things, but
there is a combination that it can nos pur-
obase: A frolicsome dog at the gate, a
laughing baby at the window and a smil-
ing wife at the door.
——The greatess failure in life is the man
who spends so much time wishing he could
accomplish big reforms that he has no ime
in which to assist in minor reforms.
———
——Father—You have debts amounting
$0 $20,000, eh? Well, I'll have so look
into things before I give my consent.
Suitor—But, my dear sir, the longer you
wait the more debts there will be to pay.
—Flegend Blatter.
tiny hands never more to be found drop-.
tre County Sodiers.
In order to secure absolute acouracy in
the names aod spelling thereof on our sol-
diers’ monameut, we will publish from
time to time the lists of certain companies
80 as to enable those who are interested to
suggest changes in initials or spelling, and
also to soggest the names of any persons
This is the last opportunity which will be
given to our people and to the survivors or
friends of deceased soldiers who served from
Centre couuty to have these names ocrrecs-
ed. The Committee, therefore, appeals
very earnestly to all who are interested in
the subject to carefully scan all the names
to ascertain. :
1st, whether any bave been omitted ; and
‘contained in the rolls are properly spelled.
It is also very importaut that the names
of soldiers who enlisted in organizations
outside of the county or State should he
secured, in order that they may find their
place among the nation’s defenders upon
the monument. This is perhaps the most
important thing which the Committee has
in charge, the organizations from our own
county heing already well known. It,
therefore, any person, in or ous of the coun-
ty, bas knowledge of a citizen of Centre
county who enlisted in organizations out-
side of the county and State, it is especially
mportant that their names should be as-
certained, so that they may find a place
among those who enlisted as home.
Any communication in regard to these
names addressed to Gen. John I. Curtin or
William H. Musser, Bellefonte, will re-
eive prompt attention.
93RD REGIMENT.
Company “EY
J. B. Shearer Captain,
Edward H Rogers «
W. W. Rogers, Ist Lieut.
Henry Fishel Corp. Marion Tw
Robert Tate wr Spring uP
Chas. H. Robb 4 alker
John Buckheimer Private " se
Philip Banks 4 se ae
Rob’t R. Campbell 56 ‘ 18
James Cortnor a fe ae
David Felamalee ’" Marion
Francis Gault a Spring «
Henry Irvin “ alker
Oliver Irvin . i s¢
illeam Osburn £6 Marion ¢
B, B. Snyder of Walker «
Abram Snyder ‘. “ 1
Theodore Snyder ve £8 46
Joseph Shelby ,’" " 5
John Smith e ‘8 tw
John Tate % Spring «
Lemuel Warner oe alker «
“ Ll
* Thomas P, Young a
110TH REGIMENT.
Rev. John R. Kooken Capt. Co. C
David Copeland 1st Lieut Co. A
Martin W, Lego Sergt.
William H. Adams Co, D.
M. Albert “im
Alexander Amey “ K Worth *
John Bennett wooso Taylor
W. D. Brown "os Bellefonte
Jacob Beahl “ E Taylor ¢
Emanuel Beahl $e 4 a” "ey
Wm. E. Crombie « « Worth
Panels) Prow) eu oe .
James Dixon “a... Taylor %
Thos. Daugherty « % *
Henry Faust 6 «s .“ a
John Fink .“ ““ “ 13
John A. Fink "iu .“" “
Michael Fink 9" 1" ."
David Henderson ¢« « nd 1"
Levi T. Jones 49.48 14 "
Thomas Lego “ou " fo
John Mark ey 66. o“ 6
Yilliam Mayes “u ow Suce
ose aylor
John Nearhoff 40 Vid uP
Benj. Newman 9 “ s
John Newman ik bd a" a
Richard Newman « « “ ie
Join A Syerman eeu Rush +
erry ttler “ou. Taylor *
John a illghe ow
James Kreps 6“ 6“ 6“ 6“
A. Stonebraker 5" a hid 3
Porter Woomer ¢ « 4 .
125TH REGT,
MISCELLANEOUS NAMES,
William Miller, Corp.
Thomas McGill Taylor Twp.
George ¥aughan y vo
Henry Vaug han “ ‘
.
Henry H. Ccok, Co. K, Bellefonte
186TH, 9 MO. REGT.
MISCELLANEOUS NAMES,
William P. Dale, 1st Lieut. Co. I.
J no. Morgan, 2nd Lieut. Co. C,Rush Twp
Edward Dowling, Corp. Ferguson *¢
Benjamin Morgan, * Co,
Hale Ammerman ' Co. C. Rush
Geo. Cornelius “ I. Ferguson *
Joshua Cornelius 3" ray “
Benjamin Crain $0 Rush ¢“
Shere Denney
. Dinges, . Bellefonte
JOTCIn Dinges “ ** Ferguson Twp.
Henry Dangherty ru hy .
{ssae Dos 5 h 6 ." “
euben Eme ‘“¢ Ferguson *
William H. Fo "a ard
John kb Haines af "
ohn Anderson “C Rush Tw
William Kennedy “¢ Ferguson “Pl
Albert Kinsloe eo Rush
John Kinch “I Fergusen
Henry 8. Laid £6, 08 xe ae
David L. Moore Sete Patton “
Jobers jb Reedar oo ¥ Howard
erry C. Randa ‘ Ferguson Tw
William Russell ee Er up
Geo. W, Sims idhad 14 *
LI “ “
CIR} LL i“
“6 a“ “"
Henry Stiver
William E. Tate
John H. Thompson
Hardman Thompson Patton
Frederick Weston ‘“¢ Ferguson *
David Wagner hc erty *
137TH REGIMENT,
MISCELLANEOUS NAMES,
George Fehl Corp. Miles
Green Brewer “ “
George Degan " .
John Delong i “
Benjamin faust “* °*
William Fler Ror |
m Fulger Walker
John G, Ker 6 id
Jacob Righter Miles
Henry Kling Marion «
Thomas Reed Howard
ANDERSON TROOP, 15TH CAV,
James B, Curtin, 1st Lieut. Co. i
2 MNignael A Musser, Sergt. promoted to
nd. Lieut. Co. K,
wets M, Repuars, private, promoted to
ut. Co. H.
Joseph D. Thomas, id oe
2nd Lieut. Co. A.
Harvey S. Lingle, y“ ” id
1st Lieut. Co. G.
Francis Baker §
Thomas Carleton se
Robert Gordon “
Yilliam E Irvin 3
yeurgus Lingle
David McKinney "
Solomon Herman “
Lemuel Holt “
Samuel Huston “
James H. Huston o
James B. Holter "
Samuel Miller "”
A. N. Parker “
Samuel Showers “
¥ fustus Schnell se
William Thurson $e
George Ulrich i
William Wagner 4
George Westmore .“
Charles F. Wilson a
J. Calvin Wilson 9;
William J. Thompson *
John 8, Thompson $
8TH cAv.
Frank Bowers Bellefonte
Samuel Bowers “
Jacob Bowers "
James Boyle “
9TH CAV,
Joseph Miller Co. I. Walker Twp
Isaac Myton yo. Bellefonte
Porter Shannon * Huston Twp
12TH CAV,
Alfred Biddle
Alexander McDowell
Huston Twp
who may have beeu omitted from the rolls.
2nd, whether the names of those already |
Benner
Lraory.
Taylor Twp
) fof 5
a“ .
John Peters
John Stine
Francis M., Etters
Henry Clay Etters "noon
John Shuman Etters id
Ellis W. Etters foam
18TH Cav.
Isaac Miller Bellefonte
18TH cav.
Frank M. Huston Lieut. Col.
R. C. Allen Ist Lieut Co. M.
John Noll Q. M. Sergt “A
John Callahan
F. 8, Crombie Worth Twp
Jessie Stuart Bellefonte
George Rogers “
Alfred Kinsloe
218T CAV.
Emanuel Noll Co. C.
22ND CAV.
John G. Love 1st Sergt Co. A.
MISCELLANEOUS NAMES IN MISCELLANEOUS
REGIMENT,
Jno. H. Graham 18th Regt. Co. K Rush
Jere. Ketler 12th ‘* « PF Haines
Harvey Stee! 18th “ « « Patton
Henry Deitrich 107th “ *¢ « Marion
Henry P. Funk 145th Ferguson
Jacob Fillmer 150th © Patton
A. Harshberger 127th Walker
Luther Neff 115th *¢ “« 1
Sol. Pulmer 109th Potter
Thomas Redd 7th "
Jas, C. Miller 5th 5 16
William Minas 5th # od
Tomson Bilger 5th se
‘Wm. Beemer 5th ’e .e
James Reed 5th 3 "
Nathan Tubbs 1st Bucktails ©
Dav. Williams 42nd Regt
Simon Sellers 104th ae
R. E. Sellers 107th * se
G. Rumberger 5th bd
J.C. Sankey 6ist *¢ §
T. Singleton 42nd
Jere, Sheffer 38th * ot
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Nearly Every Human Quality Is Un-
like In the Sexes.
“A man is a man down to his
thumbs, and a. woman is a woman
down to her little toes,” writes Dr,
Havelock Ellis in his book “Men ana
Women.” There is hardly a measur-
able quality of any sort which is not
unlike in the two sexes. Women even
button their garments on the other
side from that chosen by men and
choose Sunday instead of Monday as
their favorite day for making way
with themselves. So far as laboratory
tests go Dr. Ellis says that women are
unquestionably superior in general
tactile sensibility and probably su-
perfor in the discrimination of tastes,
with no advantage either way in the
case of the other senses. Women have
better memories, read more rapidly,
bear pain better, recover better from
wounds ard serious illness, are less
changed by old age and live longer,
Furthermore, according to the same
authority, women have relatively
larger brains, especially in the frontal
region. It has long been said that
women are the more like children, but
Dr. Ellis says that men are the more
like apes. Women, in short, are more
civilized than men, and civilization it-
self is but the process of making the
world ladylike. In fact, the only thing
left in which man is superior is mus-
cle. Men are two, three and even four
times stronger than women, and the
occasional exceptional woman hardly
reaches the level of the average man,
Even between the ages of eleven and
fifteen,
heavier, boys still retain their single
advantage in strength. Men, too, if
slower of mind and quicker of body,
have greater lung capacity and more
blood corpuscles and exhale nearly
twice as much carbon’ dioxide. But
men are less able to endure confine-
ment and bad air. This physical su-
periority man shares with the males
of all the higher animals.
Few Wild Creatures’ Can Compete
With the Fox In Craftiness.
Those familiar with the “Fables of
Zgop” will remember the reputation
which reynard bears among the rest
of the animals. It is questionable
whether any wild creature can com-
pete with the fox in craftiness. To
look at him generally, even in his or-
dinary habits, he exhibits an amount
of cleverness which astonishes one.
Should a fox catch a hedgehog, whose
spines effectually protect him from
most of his enemies, he does not waste
time, as a fox terrier will do, in en-
deavoring to worry his prey. He mere-
ly rolls him to the nearest water,
knowing that a drop or two will cause
the animal to relax his hold.
It is a rare thing to catch one in a
trap laid at the door of his “earth”
even. If he is inside when the trap is
set he waits until some other animal
springs it and then emerges to eat the |
victim and the bait. Only when driven
by the terrible pangs of hunger will he
tempt fate in his own person. Most
animals gorge themselves when they
are fortunate enough to come across a
superabundance of food. Not so with
reynard. Should he find a poultry
yard well stocked and ill protected he
fills his larder first. Nor does he, as
the proverb says, “put all his eggs in
one basket.” He puts one fowl in a
hedge, hides another in a bush, places
a third in a hole in a tree, rapidly digs
a cavity for a fourth and covers it up
again, remembering in each case where
his stores are concealed. And when
his supplies are sufficient in his own
estimation he takes a fine fat chicken
or duck to his ‘“‘earth” for present en-
Joyment.—London Field. :
A Straight Tip.
“Say,” growled the first hobo, “why
didn’t yer go ter dat big house an’ git
a hand out?”
“Why, I started ter,” replied the oth-
er, “but a minister lookin’ guy gimme
a tip not ter. He sez: ‘Turn from yer
present path. Ye're goin’ ter de dogs.’ ”
—Philadelpbia Pre=-
He who loses hope may then part
with anything.—Congreve.
when girls are taller and:
The way the Law is made to Fit the Case in E nqland.
It is commonly supposed that in
these days there #3 no impssonment
for debt in England, but the sSupposi-
tion is wrong, both in substance and
in fact.
True, the term “imprisonment for
debt” is done away with, perhaps be-
cause the debtor does not pay his debt
by going to prison, yet to prison he
goes for it all the same, although in
the eyes and in the phraseology of the
Iw he goes there for “contempt of
court,” whereas in 90 per cent of such
cases the poor defaulter suffers his
seven, fourteen or twenty-eight days
“close confinement” solely because of
his inability to pay the monthly sum
ordered by the judge or the magis-
trate.
Nor, as already said, does the incar-
ceration pay what is owing. For if the
creditor chooses to do so he can have
the debtor committed again immedi-
ately after one term has been served
and so on as long as the debtor lives,
because the judgment goes on forever
unless the amount of it be paid.
But a second commitment on the
same judgment is very rare.
At the jail in a certain eastern coun-
ty, where the writer of this article
spent fourteen days, he was not re-
ceived quite as a felon would be, but
decidedly not as a nonlawbreaker
should be received and treated.
The time of arrival was 2 p. m.
He had no dinner, so after his pock-
ets had been emptied and the articles
tabulated he was given six ounces of
brown bread and four ounces of “Har-
riet Lane”—i. e., tinned Australian
mutton.
He was then put into a ‘receiving
cell,” eight feet by four feet six inches,
with a concrete floor six feet below the
level of the earth and decidedly damp,
as was proved by the wet salt kept
there for the prisoner's use.
Two hours later he was removed to
another receiving cell, this time with a
wooden floor, twelve feet long and six
feet wide. At 6 o'clock there came his
supper, a pint of weak oatmeal gruel
and eight ounces of the ubiquitous
brown bread—the staple article of diet
and the best.
His bed was a two inch thick mat-
tress of cocoanut fiber laid on three
boards supported on crosspieces about
three inches from the floor.
The bedclothes were ample, but the
pillow and bed boards were of a decid-
edly hard nature.
At a quarter to 8 a loud bell rang
to go to bed, and at 8 o'clock the gas
(in a small hole in the wall and shut
out of the cell by a piece of thick cor-
rugated glass) was turned out. All
debtors get this treatment.
On the following morning at 7:30
there came breakfast—a pint of weak
tea and eight ounces of the brown
bread. Then the doctor called.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you.” And the door
banged like a clap of thunder,
Then came the chaplain, a clergy-
man from outside, rather old, much
crabbed and certainly unfit for his post.
He snapped like a terrier with tooth-
ache, yet there was a growl in his snap.
“Umph! What are you here for?”
“Debt.”
“Debt! Umph! Why don’t you be
honest and pay your debts?’ And the
door banged louder than before. Final-
ly came the governor on his daily
round of inspection. :
A day’s routine was simply this: Up
at the ring of a bell at 5:45, dress in
the dark; then came lights, beds and
bedding were put away, cells and cor-
ridor swept and dusted and cell utensils
cleaned; at 7:30 breakfast, each pris-
oner being then locked in his cell till
8:30, at which time all were mustered
and marched to chapel.
Then from chapel to cells again, to be
locked in until the governor made his
smart pace round of inspection, say-
ing as he sped past each cell door,
“Any complaints?’ but one had to be
there a week before the two words be-
came clear enough to be understood.
When he had gone all the debtors
were put into a room to pick cocoanut
fiber. Then came an hour's exercise
in a large yard, after that dinner and
another locking in till 1:30 p. m., fol-
lowed by another hour's exercise and
more fiber picking up to 5:30, At 5:35
there was tea, when each man was
again locked in till 6 o’clock next morn-
‘ing.
The debtors were allowed to speak
to each other while at work and at ex-
ercise; they wore their own clothes if
they wished to; there was no stipu-
lated amount of work to be done, and
here ended the only practical differ-
ences between them and the lawbreak-
ers in the other part of the prison.—
'Pearson’s Weekly.
Some English Words.
Why is one who bets a “better,”
while a man who estimates is an “esti-
jmator,” and what is it that causes so
many words like these to differ in the
spelling of their last syllables? A
mmarian explains that the differ-
ce is due to the fact that the English
language comes from two great sources,
some words being Germanic and others
Latin, For the Germanic roots add
“er” in “worker,” while the Latin roots
add ‘“‘or” in “factor.” There is the Ger-
‘manic “speaker” and the Latin “ora-
or.” And no one would dream of writ-
ing either of a “makor” or of a “cre-
later.”
The things we want most in this
world are always those beyond our
ch. If we had them we wouldn't be
‘a bit happier.
Cause For Sympathy.
Mabel—Yes, I'm sorry for poor, dear
Helen; that horrid George sald she
must either give him up or her lovely
pug. Mary—And she had to give up the
dog? Mabel—No; she gave up George,
8nd the pug died next day.