Demorraiic, atc, Bellefonte, Pa., May 21, 1915. WHO DIDN’T SUCCEED. THE MAN They sing of the men who build the mills And girdle the earth with steel; Who fill the hour and wield the power That molds the public weal Honor to them that in honor do The work that the world must need, And yet in chief I hold a brief For the man who didn’t succeed. Tis not to excuse the indolent; No plea for the down and out; Nor specious rot condeming what The leaders are about. Merely to ask in casual way Of those who chance to read, For fairer view, and kinder, too, Of the man who didn’t succeed. His house is small, his table light; His family must endure The snubs and sneers of the buccangers Those debts fall on the poor, ! Yet his is a home and no hotel, His wife is a wife indeed, There’s nothing above his children’s love To the man who didn’t succeed. Admitting it’s true that he did not make The most of his talents ten. He won no pelf nor raised himself At the cost of his fellow men. His hands are clean, his heart is white, His honor has been his creed— Now who are we to say that he Is the man who didn’t succeed? THE DESERTED WIFE. [By Mabel Wren.] (Copyright.) The Great Chihuahua desert lay white and calm in the moonlight; its solitude broken only by the yelp of some prowling coyote, traveling late ‘and alone. Suddenly there appeared ‘in the distance a strange cavalcade. Two Mexicans, and then two more, marched with hurried step before a cart in which a muffled bundle re- posed. The procession stopped, and a hasty grave was dug. Then the si- lent bundle was lifted from the cart and lowered into it. Riding down a dry arroyo, at right angles to the procession, was an American. The clinching of his teeth and the nervous twitching of his hands betokened that all was not well with him. “I hope to heaven,” he muttered fiercely, “that another time I'll have sense enough to stay within the bor- ders of civilization. I was plumb lo- coed in those days—didn’t have sense enough to tell right from left. Great Scott! Any man who is content to throw away his chances in life as I have ought to be shut up with the lunatics. Any man in his right mind who will spend his life among the greasers, coyotes and horned toads is—" Words failed to convey the ire that boiled within him. Unconsciously his hands clenched until the nails sank deep into the flesh. Just then he noticed the pro- cession, and dismounting, stood hidden by some low mesquite, and watched the proceedings. It was only some man from the States who had been killed in a row with the greasers. He, Chad Leeks, had not been above such rows himself, and the whole thing was as plain as day to him. It was a common hap- pening in the country to which he was tied. T'was probably over some woman. Chad’s mind worked quickly. He si- lently followed one of the men home, swore at him in approved Mexican style, and sent him up to the adobe hut of Chad Leeks to inform his wife and child that he had been shot in a dance row the night before at a Mexi- can hacienda. Meanwhile, the supposedly buried Chaa was speeding with all haste over the border. It was a step that he had been contemplating for some time; the witnessing of the burial had mere- ly precipitated things. Once across the line, he boarded an | east-bound train and rode until he had reached his boyhood home. His father welcomed with open arms the prodigal son who had run away from college, and asked him few un- necessary questions about his wander- ings. li. let me present Mr. Leeks. Chad is a very dear friend of mine. His mother and I were old school chums.” Chad’s figure straightened and his eyes lighted. A slim, cool hand rest- ed on his for an instant. Mrs. Drew bustled about and settled everybody cozily at the card table—and then fate seemed to settle things for him. When he left, the night was full of laughing eyes, of delicate, high-bred faces, of friendly words, of dainty hands that slipped softly into his own. He turned abruptly from the city un- til he felt the wet sand under his feet, then he settled down into a swinging stride that took him miles up the beach. When he returned to his room, he was so tired that he slept imme- diately. The next morning he was making his way along, head down and hands in his pockets, when a merry voice greeted him: “Walk with me a moment, please. Now listen, Elisabeth Barth is crazy to go out on the bay in a rowboat. Won’t you take her out? I'm afraid to trust her with an ordinary lands- “Elisabeth, man. I'd trust you anywhere; you know that. This afternoon at three, then. Thank you so much. No, I can’t talk any longer. Good-by.” And Mrs. Drew was gone. at three o'clock he steadied the bob- bing® boat and held out his hand to Elisabeth Barth. Those slim fingers again made him draw in his breath sharply. “Are you afraid?” he asked, when she was seated. “We're going to bob about considerably, but there’s no danger if you like it.” He was leaning over the oarlock. Ther they were quiet for a long space of time. She watched the water, | while he watched the bright fluffs of ; sunny hair that blew distractingly | about her face. When he left her at Mrs. Drew’s | door she had promised to ride with | him the next day. He had a horse that ° he wanted her to try, he said. : The days that followed were happy ! ones for one of the party, but the oth. | er—well, he at least was in no hurry to have them end. | There was no need of worrying over the other woman. He had left her ample means, and she would soon find | a more suilahle companion. She was not of his kind, and surely, no one | could rightly blame him for leaving | that God-forsaken country. : Il. The years dragged their slow lengths around. (Chad Leeks and his wife Elisabeth were samples of com- fortable prosperity. But a close ob- server would have noticed an air of suppressed restiessness about him, and one of patient resignation about his wife. The humdrum of business life was wearing the lightness from his smile and the elasticity from his step. He would have diagnosed the trou ble otherwise—the wideness and wild- ness of the Chihuahua sands and a dark-eyed boy were calling him. For years he had succeeded in nearly for- getting them; but as time passed, and no heir came to bless him and Elisa- beth, thought of the boy returned with increasing persistency. It would seem 80 good to have young life in the house, to have his boy there always, and a whole string of other boys sometimes, and be young with them all again. During the interminably long, empty days he revolved the thing over and over in his mind, until, one day, the restlessness overcame him entirely. : Telling his wife that he had been called away on some urgent business . that would require his attention for a month or so, he boarded a west-bound train, and in the course of a few days landed on the Chihuahua sands again. | Once at the station he hired a rig and drove across the plains to his former home. Inquiring cautiously at ' a neighbor's as to who lived on the old Leeks place, he found that strangers owned his former home; that his wife was buried beside the mound that was supposed to be his; | and that his boy, who was described as a very promising lad, was in some | college in the States. | For a week he stayed, going over i the once familiar scenes. But the | | | place seemed strange to him, the men | rough and the women simple. The ! soul had gone out of things, and, try | as he might, he could not put life in | them. Again’ he rode swiftly down to the dry arroyo, across the low mesquite to where the trail led into the moun- | tains, and crossed the American line. Once over, he pulled up and looked | back at the forbidding black sills that | shut in his dreams. Iv. It was commencement day. Chad | Leeks was valedictorian. At the close | of the exercises, the elder Chad went up and introduced himself to the younger man as a friend of his fa- ! ther. “I'm glad you knew him,” the boy replied heartily. “My mother could not die in peace until I promised to graduate at the same college that he attended. She thought it might help me to become the man he was.” With a sigh the elder man turned away. He would rather die than al- low the boy to be disillusioned. “She—wanted—him to become—the man—his—father—was,” he mused bit- terly as he boarded a home-bound train. CONSTRUCTING THE BIG GUNS Enormous Amount of Labor Involved in the Making of These ' Weapons of War. A fascinating sight is to watch the first stages in the manufacture of the big guns, which are proving so devas- tating in the war. A solid ingot of steel, some fifty feet in length and weighing about one hundred tons, is employed in the making of a 13-inch gun. After being forged and then al- lowed to cool, so that it may be toughened for the heavy work, this gi- gantic bar of steel is pressed into cylin- drical shape by a powerful hydraulic press, which exerts a pressure of any- thing between 5,000 to 10,000 tons to the square inch. Later what is known as the trepanning operation is carried out, namely drilling the bore from end to end. Next the bore is rifled. ’ The most impressive sight, however, is the hardening process, when the rough weapon is heated to dazzling white heat and plunged into a well full of oil. If the operation takes place in the night time the sight of this big, glowing bar of metal being lowered apparently into the bowels of the earth issuing leaping tongues of flames from the burning oil, may be likened to a scene from Dante’s Infer- no. The gun is left to cool in the oil bath, out of which it comes hardened, toughened and tempered. Now follows the wire-winding opera- tion to make the weapon stronger and impart to it some measure of elastic: ity. This wire winding is much the same in principle as the whipping on the handle of a cricket bat. In this case, however, the whipping takes the form of a strong steel ribbon, which is wound around the body of the gun. i late, and his mother recently inquired i the reason, adding that he seemed to | people that could not read nor spell. : scrapes recently expressed the wish . that he was a postage stamp. When ' and, if possible, let the article lie on “has such a habit of finishing one’s Every 13-inch gun has about one hun- dred and twenty miles of this steel ' ribbon wound about it. Some idea of the labor involved in the manufacture of | one of these guns may be gathered from the fact that from start to finish the time occupied is 12 months. Quite a New Dance. Like a flying dumpling Uncle Flop- ; wit projected himself from the moving bus to the pavement. But mud was everywhere. ! Poor old Uncle Flopwit’'s feet touched the paving stones for a frac | tion of a second, but he proceeded for the next ten yards of his way face | downward—his white waistcoat churn- ing a neat furrow in the slime. i Then a lamppost brought him to a | halt. He was still prostrate when a Samaritan’s voice exclaimed: “Oh, dear! Poor old gentleman! | Have you hurt yourself?” | Now, Uncle Flopwit didn’t like be- | ing called old, and he considered the rest of the question ridiculous. i ‘Hurt myself? Of course not! That | sliding business is the first figure of a | new dance—the walrus glide. Sup: posed to be a walrus sliding off a block of ice into the sea. Did it rather neatly. I think, don’t you, you idiot?” Mystery About Precious Stones. That the diamond and other pre- cious stones were made in the un- fathomed and fiery caves of earth and brought to the surface by volcanic or other upheaval, is well established, especially in regard to those of the South African fields; but more myste- rious than this is that they have been found in the paths of the ancient gla- cial drifts of North America. They are held to be very vaguely related to all crystalline forms which are others of the mysteries. Cause for Complaint. A quiet little Chicago lad serves as altar boy at the family church on cer- tain days of the week. He has been attending rather oftener than usual of her to be doing the work of himself and his comrade. “So I am,” grum- bled the boy sharply, “but I can’t help it. That darned kid always ditches his dates!” Various Companionships. If one’s intimate in love or friend- ship cannot, or does not, share all one’s intellectual tastes or pursuits, that is a small matter. Intellectual companions can be found easily in men and books. After all, if we think of it, most of the world’s loves and friendships have been between —Oliver Wendell Holmes. Attacked in Front and Rear. A youngster of our acquaintance who has a faculty for getting into asked why, he answered: “Because a postage stamp can only be licked once.” Whereupon we pointed out that the stamp received, besides the lick- ing, a severe punch in the face. To Remove Mildew Stains. Mix a small quantity of soft soap with the same proportion of powdered starch and salt and the juice of a lemon. Apply this mixture to both sides of the stain with a small brush, the grass all day and night until the stains have quite disappeared. Then wash in the usual way. Use for Damaged Diamonds. Diamonds that cannot be worked are sold under the name of “bort” and used for various purposes. Splinters of bort are made into delicate drills for drilling artificial teeth and other exceedingly hard substances, gems, etc. Horticultural Crime. They say that the chief trouble in raising grapefruit is to keep it from being as large as a pumpkin; and to have to sell all that for 10 cents would provoke to tears.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Nature's Justice. Nature is just toward men. It rec- ompenses them for their sufferings; it renders them laborious, because to the greatest toils it attaches the great- est rewards.—Montesquieu. Unpopular Listeners. “I really dislike to talk to her; she sentences for one. ‘You know the kind?” “Yes; they listen faster than you can talk to them.” Suspicious. When a man starts off by announc- ing that he views something more in sorrow than in anger we always sus- pect that he is really pretty mad about it. Critic Seldom Wins Love. If you would be loved as a compan- ion, avoid unnecessary criticism upon those with whom you live—Arthur Helps. Daily Thought. God is better served in resisting a temptation to evil than in many formal prayers.—William Penn, No Doubt. When married folk disagree they have only themselves to blame—and they do, County Correspondence Items of Interest Dished Up for the Delec- tation of ‘Watchman’ Readers by a Corps of Gifted Correspondents. REBERSBURG. Catch the caterpillars now. Prepare for Decoration day. Teddy painted his house a Jersey cream color. : Rev. Noah Fehl and wife have returned to Irwin. Yah, wos’n fraw net was doot re net wa; husht du kairt? Signs of activity in the lime corner on the Joe Bierly farm. Kline's flour is just as good as “Pills- | bury’s Best’’ of Minneapolis. Spray fruit trees for coddling moth as : the blossoms prepare to drop. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Musser visited friends at Millheim on Saturday. “The light of Asia’’ was Guatama, but | “the light of the world is Jesus.” “U-L-B-G-L-A-D-U-KUM?” is the slo-' gan for Centre county’s Old Home week. ' W. J. Hackenberg took the Central: Pennsylvania route of business this week. | The decoration of soldier's graves will | be done on Monday forenoon of May | 31st. | Postmaster Curtis Bierly takes orders for Pete Ritzman’s steam laundry at Lock Haven. Church functions are now normal; so, also, business functions and social func- tions are so-so! : The East End correspondents of the WATCHMAN are aw fait; in vernacular, “on to their job.” Samuel Bierly is pasturing his herd in Smull’s woods, with the Noah Brungart juniors as cow-boys. It is now honeysuckle time and many are the Sunday forays of the young folks to the north mountain. Aily Breon has been selling lime in town the past week. He burnt it him- self and needs no license. Daniel Rover and daughter, Mrs. Se- | crist, visited Mr. Royer’s brother Jona-' than, at Zion, on Saturday. “That’s right! Alwavs blame the woman! It’s her business to bear it all! So let her vote if she wants to!” ‘J. Bower, J. Frank Smith and W. day at the classic swimming pool of Smullton, but none of the ladies can’ However, they caught twenty- swim. two suckers. Rumor comes a sailing with balloona- ' tic wings that a handsome couple in Re- bersburg, who have been saccharinely inclined for some time, will soon grace the marital register at Bellefonte with their names. Miller Beyer, who now owns the his- toric Hubler mill at Hubler’s Gap, is making a systematic effort to build up its trade to the old fame mark. He buys and sells grain and feed, thus affording a home market. Hon. C. L. Gramley went to visit the Odd Fellows Orphanage at Sunbury on Wednesday and thence to Harrisburg to observe the good behavior of our law- makers under the ox-goad which Gov. Brumbaugh waves over them every day. The outing in Brungart’s grove on As- cension Day, was attended with glowing hearts by Misses Martha Douty, Maude Stover, Alice Weber, Florence and Lucille Bright, Norman Douty, Earl Weber, Er- nest Harry, Robert W. Bierly and Charles Corman. x Early Wednesday morning, at the urgent request of Dr. Kelley, of State College, Dr. George S. Frank, of Mill- heim, carred over here to the residence of Hon. Henry Meyer to preside over the introduction of a new boarder in that happy home. Dr. Kellar, of Madisonburg, on Satur- | day removed an external lump from the ! jaw of Newt. Weber's cow as scientific- | ally as a hospital surgeon sometimes re- moves a vermiform appendix. In olden times lumps on the skins of animals were believed to have been shot there by witches. Hester Smull, Rebecca Metzger, Neta : Page, and Mildred Wolf, of Loganton; Kathryn Ocker, Gladys Hackenberg, Earl Smull, Howard Metzger, Russell Auman, i Frank Bailey, Samuel Hubler and Edwin | Weaver made up a merry party of picnic celebraters in Harry Royer’s grove on Ascension day. The Old Home week party who billed the valley last week dined at the Rebers- burg inn. They were J. P. Lyon, John Zerby. Other visitors were Ex-Sheriff Brumgart, B. D. Brisbin and John Leas- ter, of Centre Hall, and James B. Wilson, of Philipsburg. Voneida, the new artisan, was taken ‘suddenly ill on Saturday, but he soon rallied, as there is not a lazy speck in his body, and he is as handy as famous “Cy. Pettingill,” who made Uncle Dau- ‘ nell’s hand-cuffs and patent crow exter- Mrs. Chestie Wert, mother of Herbert Smull, has been quite ill at the home of of her daughter in Williamsport. Charles Carpenter Bierly and his force of handy carpenters are pushing the im- | provements in the Lutheran church. ; Mrs. George Waite is proud of the gold- en butter her Jersey cows produce. She does not need any coloring admixture. Rev.'John L. Metzger will deliver the Memorial address to the veterans, in the | Lutheran church on Sunday, May 30th. | Mrs. Floyd Gramley returned to Lewis- | burg on Friday, after a week’s visit with | her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Waite. | Mifflin Moyer is an up-to-date farmer, with the best agricultural appliances, a stout heart, strong arm and watchful | eye. | Howard Miller’s bright little grand-son, | who has been a deaf mute from birth, is | giving evidence of ability to speak some | words. } The Saturday morning frost froze the burdock leaves stiff and some early veg- | etables went down under the heat of the | rising sun. i Among the new improvements to be | commended are concrete walks in front | of the residences of James Harbaugh and | Howard Miller. Mrs. Alice Bechtel, an industrious and | pains-taking house-keeper, is in demand | in many homes where faithful and hon- | est work are appreciated. Last week another little angel girl! came to bless the home of Ira Shultz— fourth daughter. Ira is chagrined be- cause it is not a boy cherub. Heller is still buying and selling calves for the Lock Haven market. Sometimes he ships them and sometimes he goeth over the mountain with them. “The Pike” is the dividing line between the sports who roam to Rebersburg and those who meander o’er verdant fields to Madisonburg, on Saturday nights. “Faint heart ne’er won fair lady!” There are a number of bachelors here who should apply to Dr. Bright for a prescription inciting heart-spunk! Miss Gertrude Houtz has a prize sugar pumpkin which she preserved all winter in her house. The seed from that vege- table should command a good price. Rev. C. D. Dreher, presiding elder of the Evangelical association, delivered an able sermon on Sunday morning on the text “I, the Lord Am Thy Redeemer.” A capitalist was here last week to look over the Jasper Brungart plantation and it “looked good” to him. Takes some money, too, to buy it. The younger Houtz brother, Ira, last week sustained a broken bone in his arm by reason of a too frail rail in a fence he was climbing over. It was shingled by Dr. Bright. Chestnut grafts are being set now here- abouts from the Paragon orchard of H. H. Eisenhuth, Route 2, Spring Mills, which is located on Penn’s creek, not far west of Zerby. The regular correspondent having tak- en a trip to the far west, a substitute has been engaged for awhile; that is, as long as the stationery holds out and the oil does not evaporate! Clement Gramley is the State fire war- den in Miles township and in case your brush fire gets away from you, telephone for him—he is ever ready to turn an honest silver dollar! Miss Mary Bright, who was an invalid on Philadelphia scholastic manna when she arrived home a few weeks ago, has recuperated marvelously on good old Brush valley farmers’ fare. The Pleasant Gap suitor for a Saffron bride disports hither and hence in his auto. The chariot of Venus, who also had saffron tresses, was anciently pictur- ed as drawn by turtle doves! Misses Helen Gephart, Mary Frank and Florence Diehl celebrated Ascension minator in the play of “The Deputy Sheriff from Jarvis’ Section.” In our town there are several social sets besides the onion sets, reminding us of the young lady who just returned from the ‘“Sementary” and chided her dad because he persisted in calling onions “ingens.” Said he. “Wal Sal, they looks like ingens, they smell like ingens, tastes like ingens and I swow they is ingens! - The “Kultur” Germans whose motto is “Deutchland Uber Alles!” libel Dr. Mar- { tin Luther when they say that he wrote this couplet: “Wer nicht liebt wein, weib und g’song, Der bleibt ein nor sein lebens long.” The Doctor never wrote it. He was down on “Die Philosophic and Mephisto.” John J. Shultz, of Spring Bank, has been one of our most successful farmers. He gave his whole attention to it from a practical stand-point, uninfluenced by the theoretical “book larnin’ ” of this epoch. Hence he can fold his hands serenely in the sere and yellow leaf of autumn, and enjoy the merry laughter of his grand- children. Emma Smull, Velma Miller, Bernice Crouse, Grace Brungart, Mary Brungart, Mary Weber, Mary Schaffer ard several other girls, with Ollie Voneida, Earl Phil- lips, Harry Shultz, Russell Beckenbaugh and Ray Swartz took their fishing on As- cension day at Kline's dam, where they lunched like Robin Hood’s band and Maid Marion. Ernest P. Bierly, who bought the fa- mous Dcebler watermelon farm, has put out an acre in watermelons, a half acre in musk melons, five acres in potatoes, two acres in onions and hopes to add a few acres more of watermelons, and sweet potatoes, and four or five acres of corn. It takes some scratching now for one man to do it. “A wise guy,” in burning brush and stumps, built a circumvallation of posts and stones around his fire to keep it in. Then he went to dinner and came to ‘| town for his mail and gossip. Whilst he was away an old stump began to roll and bounded over the wall into the dry leaves. There was an extended area burnt over before the flames were checked. On Thursday before Mrs. Helen Bierly left on a visit to her old home in Lima, Ohio, she was surprised by some lady friends who paid her a visit, with lunch- eon, and helped her to pack and get ready for the long journey, bidding her and her babies God-speed. They were Mrs. W. J. Hackenberg, Mrs. Charles Page and Geraldine Hackenberg. “Ascension Day,” usually a fishing ex- pedition day, was a picnic day this year, for our young people. One awoke the echoes in the classic grove de Brungart —these were the Seniors and Juniors of the Township High. Another party of the Juniors disported themselves in Harry Royer’s grove and still another in the woods near home. All had a merry time. Old Home week at Bellefonte in July promises to bring home all natives of Centre county for a reunion of friends of youthful days, even from far off Cali- fornia. David J. Meyer, of Centre Hall, has received word from his sister, Mary Bugbee, of Stockton, Cal., that she ex- pects to visit him and all her numerous relatives and friends during the period of cherry pie and strawberries. One sunny day last week a car filled with Bellefonte and other notables, who were at first mistaken for a scouting party of Kaiser Billy de Bouillion, whizzed through this vale, and every where they posted placards, which appeared to herald the the war route of General Hohenzollerin- doodlesochspeifersgreigschel. But when they shook the dust off their cuirasses and washed up for dinner at the inn de Long, hoch der Onkle Sammy, they were the couriers of Bellefonte Old Home week and they registered in good old Pennyslvania Dutch. ’Squire W. J. Car- lin has been appointed chairman of the Miles Township committee to sustain the event. COBURN. We see Thomas Rote wearing such a broad smile since the arrival of a little baby girl. { Ammon Emig has secured employ- ment at State College and moved to that place last week. i Mr. and Mrs. Ezra Burd spent Sunday very pleasantly at this place with their friends and farmer neighbors. The union prayer meeting held in the Evangelical church was fairly well at- tended on Wednesday evening. { Our farmers are through planting corn, but some may have to replant on ac- ; count of the cool, wet weather. Mr. and Mrs. Elias Breon and grand- son Leon Neese, spent Sunday at thes home of their son, M. W. Breon. ; Mr. and Mrs. Edward Shively, of - Mifflinburg, autoed to this place on Sun- day and spent the day with her parents . and friends. Mr. Thomas Eisenhuth, one of our section bosses on the railroad, has been granted a vacation of several months on a count of his health. R. F. Eisenhuth has secured employ- | ment at the penitentiary as an assistant machinist. Mr. Eisenhuth has had ex- pericnce along this line of work from boyhood up, and certainly has the ability to repair and take care of most any kind of machinery. This has been a cool spring so far but we are getting ready for hot weather, i as we will have two ice cream parlors in : town this summer. Any one wishing to ' buy good cream call on “Boldie” and he | will entertain you while you are enjoying | the smooth taste of which ever flavor i you wish to have. Then go across to Anderson’s and enjoy a liberal dish of | Bellefonte’s choicest cream and you will feel that it was worth while coming to , town, if just for the ice cream. On Saturday evening Mr. Anderson, one of our new merchants in town, i hired the Coburn string orchestra to fur- nish music for his patrons and the people in general. Mr. Anderson now occuies the room that James Harter own- ed and although we were sorry to see D. i Mr. Harter go out of business we believe that Mr. Anderson will take his place.. i The latter came from Chester county, Pennsylvania, and attended The Penn- i sylvania State College, of which he is a graduate. We hope that every one will give him a reasonable patronage and feel at home in the store just as much as before. WOODWARD. Mrs. Joe Ard and Miss Mabel Wolfe did shopping at Millheim Saturday. Mrs. John Fultz and son, of Coburn, spent Sunday here visiting relatives. Oscar Meyer and wife, of Coburn, spent Sunday with the lady’s parents. Luther Weaver and family enjoyed din- er with Frank Miller’s, at Coburn, Sun- ay. Sam Orndorf, wife and daughter spent Saturday with his mother, Mrs. Phcebe Wise. James Gisewite and wife and Mrs. Thomas Motz were shoppers at Millheim Friday. Miss Dolly Kerstetter, of Millheim, is spending the week with her sister, Mrs. Luther Weaver. Harry Gilbert, of Millersburg, has come to spend the summer months at the Woodward house. One of our village farmers, Isaac Orn- dorf, had the misfortune to lose one of his work horses last Wednesday. Allen Hess, wife and two children, of Lewistown, have been called here because of his father’s critical condition. Mr. Erhard and niece, Miss Sadie Erhard, of Kansas, are visiting among relatives and old acquaintances here. Ellsworth Hosterman, who recently went to the Bellefonte hospital to undergo an operation, has returned and ison a fair way to recovery. Luther Weaver autoed McClellan Stover and Ollie Fiedler, of Woodward; William Gisewite and Michiael Bower, of Aaronsburg, to Bellefonte Saturday on business. Mrs. Clere Vonada, a former resident of this place, was taken to the Williams- port hospital recently by her family physician, Dr. Frank, to undergo an operation. Roy Musser, who is employed by the Good Year Rubber company as book- keeper, with his’ wife and son are here spending their summer vacation with their parents. ——Put your ad. in the WATCHMAN. LEMONT. Miss Hazel Hartsock Sundayed among friends in town. - Robert Osman transacted business in town Monday. This week brought the heaviest rains of this season to date. Portions of last week were cool with frosts at some points near town. The corn and oats are not growing as they should on account of the cold nights. D. A. Grove’s, Williard Dale’s, and Sid- ney Poorman’s, motored to Selinsgrove, Saturday, where they spent the day, re- turning home in the evening. Harry Grove and family are enjoying a few days visit at the home of his par- ents, Mr. and Mrs. William E. Grove, this being his first visit for five or six years. Our town was visited by the venerable Frederick Decker last Saturday, and that reminds us of times long past, when he made his weekly visits to enjoy a few hours with his many friends. Mrs. James Martz came to Norris Martz’s, Wednesday, and after visiting for a few days, accompanied the vener- able George R. Roan, to Philadelphia, where he entered the Will’s Eye hospital to undergo another operation on his eyes. It is hoped that the operation will be a success this time. ——Men who know a good cigar smoke Board of Trade, 5 cents. Brockerhoff cigar stand. 20-2t* [Correspondence continued on next page,]
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