Ss Bellefonte, Pa. September Ii, 1908, EE ————————— THE UNDOING OF THE BUM. By Emma Archer Osborne, ARLY summer had arrived and the population of the great city had turned itself out of doors en masse. The season of grand opera had long since passed, but a reminder of its glories in the form of an aria loaded hurdy gurdy, manipulated by a vigorous, swarthy Italian, was pang-panging something from “La Sonnambula.” The machine was crushing away in bard, metallic precision and with the courage and confidence of a five thousand dollar f night prima donna. The Bum, perspiring and asleep in a loppy mass on the end of a bench in Paradise park, awoke with such a start that several of the perpetual sons of rest near by were visibly alarmed. Bome of them moved away hurriedly. But the Bum's movement proved not menacing. He merely shook himself, listened a moment, glared at the hand organ in no pleasant mood and shuffled away In the direction of Chatham square. The hurdy gurdy, as If with mali- clous intent, moved also and right at his heels broke into something sturdy from “William Tell.” The Bum now seemed roused to an- ger. He turned savagely and was on the point of engaging in pedal combat with the instrument when, as If to call off hostilities, it struck Into “Yankee Doodle.” The Bum, desisting from his intentions of maltreatment, fled for his favorite gin shop, where he sank into the farthest corner. Commingling with the heavy noises of the streets and the rattling elevated trains was “Yankee Doodle.” The stir. ring old tune seemed bent on a new march to victory, for on it came, some- times so indistinct that it was almost lost, but its unconquerable risibilities bringing it out every time above il city’s roar, louder, stronger and “er: until it was at the very door of tic loon, arousing and beating human eo tions Into activity. The Bum lifted his head and listen ed. The anger so recently in his counte- nance had disappeared. He arose; li straightened his big, gaunt self; he car- red his head high; he walked to the door of the gin shop with a firm step. passed oul and down the street. And a new light shone pitifully from his deeply sunken dark eyes. On he went, traveling a little more than a mile—the mile that was destined to prove the most momentous of his life. Fe hesitated not until he eanght a glimpse through the canyon-like street of his objective point. Then he felt « bit uncertain. Scarcely knowing what he was doing and perhaps from a long established habit of leaning against things for sup- port, he reached out a hand and rested it for a moment against that mountain of strength, the subtreasury. New en- ergy seemed to be imparted to him by the act, for he stepped boldly across Wall street and entered a great granite building. His personal valuation was material- ly depreciated when he was summarily ejected not two minutes later by a functionary In servile blue and many brass buttons. “Beggars not allowed,” he snarled, pointing to a framed sign hanging in the corridor. But the Bum had a mission to per- form, regardless of unfeeling bouncers. He went away for awhile, came back and stood gazing wearily at the debo- nair beings swinging in and out of the big building unrestrained, while they in turn looked contemptuously down upon him from the superior heights of their good clothes. The Bum seemed not perturbed by their superiority. Indeed, he was wholly callous to it. He was occupied deeply on how he might elude the vig- lant doorkeeper. “lI must get in there,” he muttered “I can't go back without hearing some- thing about them and her.” Then he looked doubtful. “Perhaps Bill wouldn't lee me, after all.” He was startied from his perplexi- ties Ly a motor car dashing close to the curb and stopping beside where he was slowly parsing. A large, well built man sprang from the machine and In doing so jolted against him accidentally. “Your pardon, sir,” apologized the man. The words were scarcely uttered when his face went aghast. “Merciful God!” he breathed. The Bum, too surprised to move and his own face ashy pale, mumbled some- thing that sounded like “Bill!” The hearty clasp that inclosed the trembling hand of the Bum dispelled all doubts as to how “Bill” would re- ceive him. The other hand he brought down on the Bum’s shoulder with a glad thump. “Jim,” almost shouted the man; “Jim, can it be possible this is you?" And tears, manly, shameless tears, were plainly visible in the blue eyes of William Van Camp Higginson. He linked an arm affectionately within that of the dirty, unkempt bum, “Come inside,” he eaid. There was business of importance that morning for the banking house of Higginson, Matthews & Pollock, and when Mr. Higzginson's arrival was an- nounced partners and clerks hurried to counsel with him, but Mr. Higgin- son waved them off. He passed on through the long hallway straight to his private offices. He pushed the Bum in gently ahead of him, closed the door and locked it. “Jim Pierson, where in the devil have you been ali these years?” then adding, in a voice not devoid of emotion, “I've —I've actually prayed that you'd eve back.” The Bum didn’t notice the incongruity of Higginson’s language. He was strug- gling with his own emotions. He was trying to venture that one question that had been uppermost in his heart since “Yankee Doodle” had sent the blood coursing through his veins and dragged him from his wretched abode into the atmosphere of better things, into the presence of representative men. Now, powerless with fear, he could not so much as mention their names—her name, He would go. He wouldn't remain even though Higginson was most hos- pitable. Better tormenting uncertainty than torturing truth. He rose. “I can’t stay, Bill. You're too busy a man to be bothered with”— “Sit right down there,” said Higgin son, forcing the Bum back in a quiet, masterful way. Then, with a quaver of tenderness in his voice, “Jim, I know what brought you back, and the soon- er you know the better.” The Bum’s heart came dangerously near stopping. It was, then, as he fear- ed. Would Billy say “married” or—o1 —“dead?” He wouldn't wait to hear. Again be rose for flight. Higginson placed kindly restraining hands upon him, “Beatrice Cuyler—is—not married She's still in love with you,” sald Hig ginsen, looking at the Bum steadily, Then he set his captive free, and the Bum walked to a window, where he stood looking out for a long time, but he was not studying the beauties or monstrosities of neighboring skyscrap- ers, He was dwelling on w seemed to him, as nearly as he co figure things out, possible impossibilities. And there was a warm, happy feeling with. in him, the like of which he had long since relinquished. He whistled “Yan- kee Doodle” softly, and Higginson won- dered as he slipped into an adjoining room beyond the hearing of the Bum. “Bring a complete outfit of my clothes,” he telephoned in a low voice; “yes, everything—hat, necktie, shoes, the whole business. What? No, noth- ing's happened to me. I just want them for— Well, bring them along, and right away. And, say, Thomas, don't mention this to Mrs, Higginson.” The Bum turned as Higginson re entered the room. “Tell me about the others,” he sald. For a long time Higginson talked Things of vital interest had transpired since that mad, wild day of the Bum's disappearance. His father had died leaving him a smal! fortune if he were ever found. His mother still lived. His sister Lau. ra, as the Bum had already surmised, had married Higginson, and it was only a year since the marriage had occurred Higginson and Laura were living in the old home with the Bum's mother. Every known means had been em- ployed and large sums of money spent in the search for the Bum, and year after year the family had remained in town late into the heat of the summer and had returned early in autumn, hop- ing against hope that he migh’ come and there would be some one to wel- come him, Beatrice Cuyler cared iittie for social matters these days. She was going a good deal into the poor parts of the city trying to lessen the pangs of her own sorrowing heart by helping to alle: viate the woes of others. But Laura knew-—and Laura hesitat- ed not a moment to impart her knowl edge to the sympathetic ears of Bill— that Beatrice Cuyler would go dowa to: her grave unmarried unless Jim re- turned. “Now, Jim Plerson,” suddenly broke out Higginson—*“now, I've something else to tell you, Blamed if I don't half belleve you're the biggest fool ever was.” “I admit 1.” sadly replied the Bum, wriggling uncomfortably, “Why, see here! After you Ii out, some time within a year and a half, your brokers, Hopkins & Co., redeemed themselves. They made good up to 80 per cent on all accounts, yours among the rest. We've got it In trust for you right here in the bank, drawing inter- est. It's something llke—well, I don't know exactly, but on toward a hundred thousand. 1 should say. And to think you've been—oh, blazes! Why didn't You come home long ago?’ For a moment the Bum's eyes bulged. “What!” he exclaimed. “Do you mean to say I've something left out of that Hopkins mess?’ His face beamed with incredulous hope. Then he remembered his present self. He raised his arms deprecatingly and shook his head. “It's of no use to me,” he sighed. “It's too late; I'm done for. You and Laura take it. There isn’t enough man left in me to even so much as think of living the old life again, let alone mak- ing the effort.” He looked out of the window. Then, turning abruptly, he held out a hand. “Goodby,” he said. “I must be off. This visit has been everything to me. Don’t let them know.” “You surely don't mean that you came here merely for a word and with the Intention of returning to your mis- erable existence? Why, we've grieved for you as for one dead, and do you imagine that I'm going to let you go? Don't you care any more for us than that?" “I must go.” stubbornly insisted the Bum. “By heavens, you shall .never leave this mn except to come home to us!” Hidginson was a man of strong na- ture. He was thoroughly aroused and was speaking forcefully. He could not allow the Bum to return to his misery. Higginson's forcefulness awoke the spirit of the man within the Bum. “Do you suppose for one moment, Bill Higginson, that I—look at me— would face my mother, your wife— and her? Never! Let me go!” Higginson broke Into a torrent of implorations. Long. earnestly, he plead- ed. The Bum held out tenaclously. wig § g & 2 2 Higzinson saw the Bum was ening and in desperation made his last nttack. “Jim"—his voice was heart reaching in its tenderness—*“you couldn't have the heart to forsake us again just when we're—when we're expecting a littie chap we've already named Jim?” There was a long silence. The dogged look in the Bum's eyes slowly disappeared. They became over- cast with moisture. He reached a “I'll go home with you,” he said. The offices of Higginson, Matthews & Pollock were located in one of those modern structures that afford tenants every convenience. A luxurious bath- roem was oue of the attachments, and it was here that the first move was made toward the outward transforma- tion of the Bum. Merely a bath and clean linen have materially assisted many a bum on his way toward refor- mation. And 's valet was a host within himself in the matter of grooming. James Harvey Plerson surveyed him- self in the long mirror and for the first time in the five years of his self exile smiled happily into his own eyes, not so much In satisfaction with his im- proved appearance as with newly awakened hope and the anticipation of going home and to those who were longing to greet him. He forgot for the moment that deso- late day when, with fortune irretrieva- bly swept away, he had voluntarily chosen complete isolation. For the mo- ment also the bitter years that fol- lowed faded from his memory. “By Jingo!” exclaimed the delighted Higginson as Pierson emerged to view. “Man alive, you look as well as any- body. All you need is a little bracing up and filling out and somebody to put new heart into you, and I guess it won't be long before your heart will be all right,” he added, with a signifi- cant wink. “Now,” he continued, reverting to the eternal masculine, “let's go and have something to eat.” The Old and the New. Little Johnny's father is a physiclax, and his mother is a Christian Scientist. Recently the little boy was threatened with appendicitis. His sister, going into the room where Johnny was in bed, found a very indignant little hoy. who made this complaint: “Father and mother won't let me talk slang, but when I told mother how sick 1 was she sald, ‘Forget it,’ and when 1 told father he said, ‘Cut it out.’ "—Judge's Library. Not the Suitor's Fault. Fond Father (trembling with eny tion) — You are audacious! You nn heartless! She is my only child! Suiior (wishing to pacify)—But, my dear sir you—er—you can't blame me for tha: —INustrated Bits. Steer a straight course and let the other fellow do the dodging. You'll find the world willing to step aside for4 a fellow who knows where he is going ~Marcus. Woman as a Slave. In the far past woman was a «lave. She bad no right and few privileges. Today she advances along a shining path of liber. ty. Yes she cannot altogether emancipate herself from some of the old slave super- stisions. Even today many a woman be- lieves that a period of monthly misery is a necessity, that she must soffer agony in as- taining the dignity of motherhood. ~ Bat it is not #0. Halla million women and more have been emancipated from this idea by the nee of Dr. Pierce's Favorite Presorip- tion. It heals diseases that affeot the deli- cate organs. Is does away with monthly suffering. It makes motherhood practical- ly painless. Its mission is to make weak women strong and siok women well, and it fulfills thas mission. Castoria. (ASTORIA The Kind You Have Always Bought has borne the signature of H. teher, and has been made Rider his rsonal supervision for over 50 ng one to deceive you in th Counterfeit Imitations and *‘Just-as-good but Ex- J5tlments, and endanger 4 the. Tealth of Shildren—Experie nce against Experi. WHAT IS CASTORIA Castoria isa harmless abstitule for Case tor Oil, er um, M ce. Its age is its orms and al pe nd Colic. Tere. re. lieves Teething Troubles, cures Consti {fon on asd Be usu hoy, It ateimijates | o h an Is, givin he 0) pv natural s The ildren’s Panacea~-The Mother's nd, Bears the Signature of CHAS. H. FLETCHER. In Use For Over 30 Years. The Centaur Company, New York City, 61-21m _i i Money to Loan. MONEY TO LOAN on good seoarity and houses for Tal, J. M,KEICHLINE Att'y at Law, bl-14-1y STRAIN TOO GREAT. HUNDREDS OF BELLEFONTE READERS FIND TOIL A RURDEN- The hustle any w. of business men, ae hard on on if stooping of work- rhe womaa's household cares, Are too h Brest a strain % the kidoeys. Backache, headache, sid i daey troubles, arloary 6 troubles fol- I, C. lof eet ane and one-half miles west of iin gh ws: “My work is of hay fe. 394 as had to do v2 Da lifting I think this t on my kidney trouble. My back ris very wi and gave me a great dent of trouble at Kidoey ” suffered with through m' ATS andacions ny a. and "hm Ay ad lini. meots and Any oe remedies 1 got nc reiief. Ney hardly straighten after stooping and every move | made was so nful that it seemed as if someone were hrusting a knife into me. | to think that nothing would relieve the trouble when | Nears anont Doan's Kidney Pills, and being 50 much impressed with the ood resulta others had ob from their use, I procured a box at Green's Pharmacy and began taking them. The lameness ieft my and the sharp pais hiough ough my loin vanished. I never t acted so quickly and save rr i A results, I have told others about Doan's Fiduey F Pills, and can rec- ommend them for lame backs for I know them to be a sure cure for this trouble.” For sale by all dealers, Price 50 cents, Foster Milburn Co. ffalo, New York, sole agents for the ne Unley Remember the name—Doan's—and ake no other, Saddlery. MONEY SAVED IS MONEY MADE Reduced in price—horse sheets, lap spreads and fly nets—for the next thirty days. We bave de- termined to clean up all summer goods, if you are in the market for this class of goods vou can’t do better thav call and supply your wants at thie store. We have the largest assortmeut of SINGLE axp DOUBLE DRIVING HARNESS in the county an. at prices to suit the buyer. If you do not have one of our HAND-MADE SINGLE HARNESS you have missed a good thing. We are making a special effort to sup- ply you with a barness that you may have no concern about soy parts breaking. These harness are made from select oak stock, with a high-grade workmanship, and A GUARANTEE FOR TEN YEARS with each set of harness. We have on haud a fine lot of single harness ranging in price from $13.50 to $25.00 We carry a large line of oils, axle grease, whips, brushes, ocurry- combs, sponges, and everything you need about a horse, We will sake pleasure in showing you our goods whether you buy or not. Give us a call and see for yourself. Yours Respectfully, JAMES SCHOFIELD, Spring street, BELLEFONTE. {vRTIS Y. WAGNER, Brooxsruory Minis, Beiueronre Pa. Manufacturer, and wholesaler aad retailers of BROLLER FLOUR, FEED, CORN MEAL, Buc. diso Dealer in Grain. Manufactures and has on hand at ali Sines the following brands of high grade WHITE STAR, OUR BEST. HIGH GRADE, VICTORY PATENT, FANCY PATENT—formerly Phee- nix Mills high grade brand.’ The only place " the Souoly where SPRAY, of Spring wheat i Flour can be ned. ALSO: INTERNATIONAL STOCK FOOD, FEED OF ALL KINDS, Whole or Manufactured, All kinds of Grain bought at office, Exchanges Flour for Wheat. OFFICE and STORE, - Bishop Street, Bellefonte, MILL ROOPSBURG, 47-18 Sor DRINKS The subscriber having put in a com- jet pant is prapared to furnish Soft ks in bottle such as SELTZER SYPHONS, SARSAPARILLA, SODAS, POPS, ETC., tor pte families and the all of which are manu purest syrups and properly earbo- The public is cordially invited to test these drinks. Deliveries will be made {ree of charge within the limits of the town, C. MOERSCHBACHER, bli 50-82-1y High Street, BELLEFONTE, PA. ——) STORE NEWS (—— PRUNES. The prune crop is abundant this season and the quality is fine. We have them at 3, 8, 10, 12, 15 and 20 cents per pound. MACKEREL. We have a fine late caught Mackerel that will weigh about on® pound at 15 cents a piece. Our trimmed and boned mackerel are strictly fancy fish—medium size at 25c. per pound, and extra large size at 3oc. per Ib, These are the clean meat with practically no bone. TEAS. Fine Blended goods of our own combination. We use only clean sound stock of fine cup qualities. These goods are giving splendid satisfaction and are good steady winners. SUGAR SYRUP. We have made quite a find in a genuine old fashioned Pure Sugar Graining SYR fair color and a fine, smooth flavor—not sharp, ese goods cannot be had in a regular way and can be found only occasionally. It is a good value at 60 cents per gallon. Other good grades at soc. and 4o cents per gallon. MARASCHINO CHERRIES. These goods now come within the lege requirements of the pure food laws. We have them in al the sizes. SECHLER & COMPANY, Bush House Block, - - 21 ~- - Bellefonte, Pa. RY EY YY YY YT UY YY YY vw eww? Plumbing etc. Insurance. A E. SCHAD, Fin: Sanitary Plumbing, Gas Fitting, Furnace, Steam and Hot Water Heating, Slating, Roofing and Spouting, Tinware of all kinds made to order, Estimates cheerfully furnished. Both Phones. 12-43-1y Eagle Block. BELLEFONTE, PA Cozl and Wood. EPrva RD K. RHOADS Shipping and Commission Merchant, en DEALER | Now ANTHRACITE axp BITUMINOUS { COAL 5} «=CORN EARS, SHELLED CORN, OATS —- snd other grains, —BALED HAY and STRAW~— BUILDERS’ and PLASTERERS' SAND ~KINDLING WOCD-— by the bunch or cord as may suit purchasers. Repeetrally solicits the patronage of his n friends and the public, at sores .Hi8 COAL YARD..... Central 1312, Telephone Calls { oormareia! 652, near the Passenger Station. 18-18 ACETYLENE The Best and Cheapest Light. COLT ACETYLENE . GENERATORS.......... GIVE THE LEAST TROUBLE, THE PUREST GAS, AND ARE SAFE. Generators, Supplies and Fixtures. .. . JOHN P. LYON, Water Street, opposite Bush House, General Agent for Central Pennsylvania for vhe J. B. Colt Co. Headquarters Bellefunte, Pa. 50-¢-1m | | | | | | | | | | 18SURaScE So CO. THE $5,000 TRAVEL POLICY va Tavares es PREFERRED ACCIDENT 3 Benefits : $5,000 death by accident, 5.000 loss of both feet, 5,000 loss of both hands, 5,000 loss of one hand and one toot 2,500 loss of either hand, 2,500 loss of either foot, on loss of one eye, r week, Jos disability ot mit 52 week r week, Seka disability limit 26 weeks. PREMIUM $12 PER YEAR, payable quarterly if desired. Larger or smaller amounts in pro portion. Any person, male or De in a preferred occupation, in. Sling house-keeping, over eigh. ears of age of good moral and pyle oa] condition may insure under his policy. FIRE INSURANCE i I invite yor tention to my fire nsurance noy, the atrongest and Most Bras Line of Solid Companies represented by any agency in Central Torey i H. E. FENLON, 50-21 Agent, Bellefonte, Pa. FASTA AT JOHN F. GRAY & SON, (Successors to Grant Hoover.) ACCIDENT INSURANCE. This Agency represents the | Fire Invurance Companies i 4 ——NO ASSESSMENTS, —— Do not fail to give us a call hefore insuring Jour Life or rty as we are in position rite large lines at any time, Office in Crider's Stone Building, 43-18-1y BELLEFONTE, PA. D W. WOODRING. *° GENERAL FIRE INSURANCE. Represents only the strongest and mos\ prompt paying companies. Gives reliable insurance at the very lowest rates and pays promptly when losses occur. Office at 118 East Howard street, Bellefonte, Pa. 83-30 Fine Job Printing. FINE JOB PRINTING Omme A SPECIALTY 0 AT THE WATCHMAN OFFICE There !s no style of work, from: the cheapest Dodger" to the finest t—BOOK-WORK,—1 that we cannot do in the most satisfactory man. ner, and at Prices consistent with the class of work, €all op or communicate with this office. [LES A cure guaranteed if you use RUDYS PILE SUPPOSITORY D. Matt. Thom Supt. Graded Schools, ail oy! Ee . for Jig u 1 ". 8. big Roek, W, Phe ve nal verealsuisieion. Jn Hriles; They ES Ike foi no Je li praie al rain emedy to gn Druggisis, nd i % Bellefonte by C. "M. Parrieh 25-1y Free RT RUDY, Lancaster, Pa
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