If you have not been a custom
day purchases.
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For instance.
We have the finest New California
Prunes that you have ever seen and
we are selling them at to, 15, 20 and 25 cts. the pound. Surely such goods
at such prices should appeal to you
It is admitted in Bellefonte that Sechlers make the best Mince Meat
obtainable.
You know it is clean and wholesome if you know Sechler at
all. You also know that the prevailing price for good Mince Meat is from
25¢ to 3oc per pound. Our make we sell for only 15c.
Evaporated Peaches at 15c, 1Sc and 22c the pound. Evaporated
Pared Peaches rich in flavor and more economical than any canned goods
you can buy at 35¢-
For your fruit cake and other Christmas baking we offer Seeded and
Seedless Raisins, Currants, Citron and
best New Orleans Molasses ever brought to Bellefonte.
Orange and Lemon Peel, and the
It is the genuine
stuff. New crop and a nice golden yellow.
Fine Table Raisins, the kind that are being soid in city stores today
at from 40 to soc the pound, we arc selling at 35c.
Figs, Dates.
Fruits and Nuts—We have the White Almera Grapes, Oranges from
California and Florida, Grape Fruit, Bananas, Lemons, Cranberries, Sweet
Potatoes, Celery.
We have been se
New crop California Walnuts, Almonds, Mixed Nuts and [Italian
Chestnuts, Cocoanuts.
No one is selling them any cheaper than we are and vou have our
guarantee that ours are fresh.
Pure Olive Oil—Extra fine, large Olives 4oc quart. Blue Lake Ketch-
up, Pickles, Relishes, Maraschino Cherries, Worcestershire Sauce, Mus-
tards, Horse Radish, Burnetts and Knights Flavoring Extracts, Herbs for
Seasoning, Boiled Cider 1oc quart, Pure Cider Vinegar.
Pure Spices in bulk, to sell in any quantity desired.
Grated Cocoanut in packages and in bulk to sell by weight.
The Genuine Walter Baker Chocolate and Cocoa.
Baking Powder in 5 lb. cans and save 50 cents.
Buy your Royal
Fine Dried Corn at t3c lb., or 2 pounds for 25 cts.
at 15 cts. per pound.
Evaporated Coin
Pure All Maple Syrup in 1 qt., 2 qt. and 4 qt. cans.
Pure Sugar Table Syrups, also Compound Goods, at 40, so and So cts.
per gallon. Can please you on Syrups.
Fine Confectionery in great variety.
French Peas and Mushrooms.
Cross and Blackwell's Pickles and Orange Marmalade.
Marmalade and Preserves.
er of our store try it for some of your Holi-
lling groceries for so many years in Belle-
ght to count for something and we gi
give your our
word that you will be more than satisfied with what you
uy from us.
Domestic
Elegant Fruit Cake in 1lb. and 5 lb. sizes. Plum Pudding and
Sauce. Fine Biscuits and Crackers.
Canned Salmon at 13, 20, 25 and joc. Kippered Herring, Sardines.
CHEESE—Fine full Cream Cheese.
Imported Swiss, Roquefort,
Edam, Pine Apple, Camambert, Sapsago, Pimento, Pim Olive, McLarens in
pots, Neufchatel, Limburger, and Sheffora Snappy Cheese.
California Canned Fruits,
Asparagus Tips.
Hawaiian Pine Apple.
Canned Soups,
In providing food of a | kinds quality is essential, but some things are
more essential thah others. The bread must be white, flaky and palatable.
It must have taste.
The butter must be not only good, but fine.
fee and tea must be all that can be desired.
The cof-
If any of these items are lack-
ing in quality the pleasure of eating is marred. But should they be all of
medium grade then the feast is a failure.
ter, tea and coffee of us.
Moral—Buy your bread, but-
It has been said by a wise sage that the pleasure of eating is the high-
est enjoyraent of the great majority of the human race, and this thought
was in mind when buying and advertising this line of goods.
Won't You Try Our Store for Some of Your Holiday Groceries.
Billy's Christmas
Greeting
By EUGENIA RABBAS
REEL RAR
Copyright, 1912
O I am a heartless flirt,
who doesn’t understand
the meaning of the |
word love, am 1, Mr.
William Dunning?”
stormed Marjorie all to
herself, in answer to
the final decree of rage
and defiance which that
gentleman hurled at her
by means of a vigorous
slam of the front door.
. “1 believe he would
have shaken me, if he hadn't rushed
out in time to prevent himself from
doing it,” she continued, the ever |
ready dimples venturing out of their
hiding places, but she banished them
severely. “I'll never, never forgive |
him, even though he asks me to, which
of course, he won't! And he calls me
stubborn!”
Next morning Marjorie was iremen-
dously busy wrapping up dainty little
parcels, for the next day was Christ.
mas, and her many (riends must be
remembered, in spite of quarrels and
Billy.
Still, she seemed very much preoc-
cupled over her work, and quite sud-
denly she threw aside the piece of
y
holly she had been toying with, and ,
fairly flew to the telephone.
In answer (0 her impatient sum-
mons, she was quickly connected with
Brown & Co.'s book store. “Have you
sent out those books that were order-
ed for Mr. William Dunning?” she ask-
ad anxiously.
The answer evidently pleased her,’
tor she breathed a sigh of relief,
“That's all right; I'm glad you haven't,
for I have changed my mind about
them. Please cancel the order.”
Marjorie hung up the receiver with
an air of triumph. “There, I'm glad I
thought of that! Billy would have |
construed a Christmas present into an |
abject apology,” she said, her indig- |
nation rising at the very thought of
such a thing.
But when she went back to her par
cels and picked up the little twig of
holly she had intended tucking away
into one of them, her face softened. “I |
know that isn't the right kind of a
Sechler & Company,
Christmas spirit w have, but I can’t
have Billy thinking that I am admit-
ting I was wrong, when I know I
wasn't,” she argued with herself.
The joyous ringing of Christmas
bells and merry shouts of her younger
sisters and brothers, when they dis-
covered their stockings the next morn-
ing, only served to emphasize her de-
pression.
“Billy never loved me: if he really
and truly did he never could treat me
like this,” she told herself as she stood
looking with unseeing eyes at the
snowy Christmas world,
Just then a young man, fairly tear-
ing around the corner, arrested her at-
tention. It was ro less a person than
Billy himself who was coming, post
haste, to see her.
Marjorie looked at him in won-
der. What had come over Billy?
Why this sudden contrition, when, she
admitted it now for the first time,
even to herself she had been greatly,
if not altogether, to blame for their
quarrel.
“0, Billy, 1 am so glad you came.”
Billy took some little time to empha-
size his appreciation of her weicome,
then “Glad | came? Why wouldn't I
come, dear?” he asked.
“Because you vowed you wouldn't
unless I apologized,” Marjorie explain.
ed mischievously,
“You didn’t think I'd be so narrow
and unforgiving as to ignore your dear
little peace offering? I brought one of
the books with me to read something
to you,” he told her, and diving into
his pocket he produced a little copy
of “Romeo and Juliet.”
Marjorie was surprised for a second,
then it flashed over her what it all
meant. Brown & Co. bad forgotten to
cancel her order and Billy had re-
ceived the books, Dilly had construed
her sending them into a humble plea
for forgiveness.
He most probably wouldn't have
come at all if it hadn't been for that. |
She stiffened visibly and all her love
was swallowed up in a wave of rebel-
lious pride.
“You are mistaken,” she commenced
coldly, but Billy interrupted her.
“Here, 1 have found it.
“‘My bounty is as boundless as the
seq
My love as deep, the more I give to |
thee.’
“The more I have, for both are in.
finite,” he was reading, and the simple
beauty of the lines awoke something
in Marjorie stronger than pride or re-
sentment and she only smiled when he
added tenderly: “My Christmas grees
| ing to you, dear.”
, Leslie to burn his first letter: “I have
now looked into my Turner, and it is
| a long blast. .
How One of the Painter's Favorites
Came to America.
In Henry Stevens’ “Recoliections o1
Mr. Lenox” is given his version of the
purchase of a Turner by this gentle
man “about 1847,” without any title or
description of the picture, but which is
apparently the “Staffa, Fingal's Cave,”
stated in the catalogue to have been
“bought from the artist for Mr. Lenox
by Mr. Leslie in August, 1845."
C. R. Leslie had been instrumental
in securing for the New York collector
a number of paintings, and on this oc-
casion received from him a sight draft
on Barings for £800, “requesting him
to be so good as to purchase of his
friend. Mr. Turner, the best picture by
him he could get for the money.” Tur-
ner's “grumpy reply” was to the effect
that he had no pictures to sell to Amer-
cans, that his works were not adapted
to their commercial and money grub-
bing tastes and that Leslic had better
go elsewhere.
On sight of the draft, however, he
became somewhat mollified, finally
“turned around a small picture stand-
ing on the floor against the wall and
said: ‘There, let Mr. Lenox have that.
It is one of my favorites. He is a gen-
tleman, and I retract. Will that suit
you, Mr. Leslie?”
Mr. Lenox was at first sight not
much pleased with his purchase, and
so notified Leslie. but he soon wrote
Donald, remember this—that the tighter
those fellows’ legs are tied the faster
they'll run and the quicker they're sure
to dance.”
Railway Journeys of Long Ago.
It was only the adventurous who
dared to face a railway journey in
1823. A writer in the Quarterly Re-
view commenting on the proposed line
to Woolwich, remarked, “We would as
soon expect the people of Woolwich to
suffer themselves to be fired off upon
one of Congreve's rockets as trust
themselves to the mercy of such a
a thing of horror. “It had no roof
and no seats,” writes J. C. Wright.
“Into this the passengers were packed
and had to stand during the whole
journey or, If there was roow. to squat
on the floor, exposed to the rain or
from the engine. Second class passen-
gers were kindly advised to provide
themselves with gauze spectacles and
to sit as far from the engine as possi-
ble.”—London Spectator.
Irresistible Impulse.
“] keep myself to myself.” confided
an old resident. "You modern young
men are too much on the ‘hail fellow
well met’ order. | boast of the fact
that I did not speak to my next door
neighbor for ten years.”
“How did you come to speak to him
even then, sir?" we asked. “It must
bave been an extraordinary occasion.”
“It was. The young jackanapes
bought a new automobile.”
“And you wanted a ride?”
“Ste! 1 am no grafter. nor would 1
ride in one of the things for any con-
sideration. No, sir. But the machine
was new to him. and [ couldn't resist
the temptation to go over and give him
some advice about running it.”’—Bos-
all that 1 could desire.” —Scribner's
Magazine.
BLOWING THE PIPES.
A Scotch Music Lesson by a Clever
Highland Master.
A highland piper who had a pupil te
teach originated a method by which,
says a writer in Blackwood's Maga-
zine, he succeeded in reducing the dif-
ficulties of the task to a minimum and
at the same time fixed his lesson in | ton Traveler.
, the pupil's mind.
“Here. Donald.” said he. “tak yer Force of Habit.
pipes. lad, an’ gie us a blast, The professional humorist found
bimself in an open field with a mad
buil at his heels. He was running for
the fence.
“Shall 1 make it?" he asked himself.
Then a occurred to him.
“] guess it's about a tossup,” he
“So! Verrn weel blawn indeed, but
what's a sound. Donald. wi'out sense?
You may blaw forever wi'out making
a tune o't if | danoa teil ye how the
queer things oun the paper maun
|
help ye.
“Ye see that big fellow wi’ a round
open face'—pointing to a semibreve—
“between two lines of a bar? He
moves slowly from that line to this,
while ye bent ane wi' your fist an’ gie
As he paused to make a note on his
cuff the inevitable happened. — New
York Times.
Wanted Some Praise Too.
Tourist (to his landlady)—How love-
ly it is here-—the green trees in the
valley through which the stream glis-
tens; in the background the mountains
and over all the blue sky— Landlady
—H'm, but you don't say anything
about the veal ple and the coffee I
made you.—Fliegende Blatter.
“If ye put a leg to him ye mak’ twa
o' him, an’ he'll move twice as fast.
“if, now, ye black his face he'll run
four times faster than the fellow wi’
the white face, and if, after biacking
his face, ye'il bend his knee or tie his
leg he'll hop eight times faster than
the white faced chap 1 showed ye
first. Faith and hope themselves shall die,
“Now.” concluded the piper senten- | while deathless charity remains.—
tiously. “whene'er ye blaw your pipes, | Prior.
machine going at such a rate’ The |
third class carriage of those days was
sun and bombarded by sparks emitted
Bellefonte, Penn’a.
WRITER
Santa Claug’
Wreasure Hox
TET SRR
Cupyright, 1911
HRISTMAS was at
hand, and Philip Dra-
per's heart was heavy.
For a number of years
he had seemed to be
the particular pet of
misfortune. As an art-
ist his work displayed
the magic touch of
genius, and he was in
a fair way to achieve
fame and worldly suc-
i cess when the first of
a series of calamities befell him. Soon
after Philip's marriage to pretty Lu-
cille Girard, his father failed in busi-
| ness and died within a month there-
after, leaving nothing but a mass of
debts as a legacy to his son.
Philip, who had just been taken into
partnership with his father, and whose
outlook on the future was tinged with
the color of the rose, was crushed by
this blow; but with a quixotic sense
of duty he set himself the tremendous
' task of paying off the debts of the
firm. To accomplish this he had noth-
ing to depend upon but the sale of his
' pletures; yet, year in and year out,
| he toiled on stubbornly and uncom-
| plainingly, while he and Lucille and
1
of
of the comforts of life that the
his earnings might go to his credi
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who was reputed to be something of
a miser, and who lived and died a re-
cluse.
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Philip Draper when the debt was all
but cleared off. It was then he was
overtaken by a wasting illness, which
kept him confined to his bed for al-
most a year, and leaving him desti-
tute. The butcher and the baker
threatened to deny him further
credit, and his home was heavily
mortgaged. “e outlook was gloomy.
“And tomorrow is Christmas,” he re-
marked to his wife, with a grim smile.
“Never mind, dear; let us hold fast
to our courage,’ said Mrs. Draper,
trying to speak cheerfully, though
there was an ominous quaver in her
voice.
“What hurts me most is thé
thought that Christmas is so closé'
at hand and that there will be no
Santa Claus for Bobby.”
“Poor, little dear!” said Mrs. Draper.
Suddenly she started up with an anx-
fous glance about the room. “I won-
der where that child can be? I haven't!
seen him for at least two hours.”
‘Oh, don't be alarmed. I dare say
he is rummaging about in the cellar or.
attic or some out-of-the-way closet,
and is wholly absorbed in his investi-
gations.”
Mr. Draper had hardly finished
speaking when Bobby popped into the
room, held out a grimy little fist,
and, as he opened the chubby fingers,
revealed a twenty-dollar gold piece ly-
ing on his upturned palm.
“Money!” gasped Philip. He snatch-
ed the coin and examined it critically.
“Where did you get this? What
does it mean?”
“1 found it in the attic!” explained
Bobby. “There are lots more there.
Come on, I'll show you where.”
The next moment the father and
mother, each grasping a hand of the
frightened youngster, were hastening
up the stairs. When they reached the
attic the whole astounding truth was,
rummaging, as usual. Finding a loose
brick in the crumbling masonry of the
big chimney, he had pulled it out and
made a startling discovery.
“] wanted to find out how Santa
terrupted him. Philip, tearing away
the bricks to enlarge the opening, had
thrust his arm into the cavity and
drawn forth two small boxes, accom-.
panied by a shower of yellow colns.
Among them was a scrap of paper on
which was written:
“I have no heirs, no kith nor kin.
This property goes to the finder, and
may he eujoy it. It consists of $30,
000 in gold and government bonds,
and twice that amount in gems.
“JEREMIAH SUGGS.” |
Bobby was the hero of the Wow;
and the rejoicing that followed may
better be imagined than described.’
Was it a merry Christmas for the
Drapers? Ask Bobby, who firmly be-
flava by found’ Sanity Cams’ Hesamy,
li