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 |
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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*
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