Bellefonte, Pa., August 13, 1915. “MET WITH SUCCESS.” “Qur forces have met with success,” they said, They posted the news at the barrack door, “Ten thousand or more of the enemy dead, The rest of their scattered host have fled, And the glorious fight is o’er.” They have met with success, the road they —_—— — . - i a | seemed to be no one at home, and he | peered curiously about among the great ‘vines. Then suddenly he turned and | dashed madly away. There under the great hickory-tree, shrouded by the vines, | and swayed gently by the evening breeze, hung a ghastly thing." It was old Mat- thias himself, dead only a short time. At first it was supposed that his sons had murdered him, until a tavern-keeper in the next county testified that they had | spent the day in his bar-room. Besides, old Maria Kutz declared that she had met \ the old man that afternoon at the cross- road and that he had carried a rope. | One dusky evening a few months later, that Al would be frightened by the storm. It had grown cold, and the wet leaves that drifted down from the trees touched him uncannily on the cheek. The sky was black, and there was no light save a ! friendly gleam from Savilla’s window. : Guiding himself by this, he plowed on i through the deep mud. He was tempted to try a whistle. Something warned him, | however, to reconnoiter before making { his presence known. There, in the big chair opposite Savilla, sat Al, in his hand a great wedge of molasses cake, on his | face an expression of sublime happiness. { For a few minutes, Christian watched | him from the sloping cellar door up which “] didn’t say I thought it was a schpook.” “Yes; but you did think all the same but you did yell 1” “I don’t care,” Jake blazed out. ‘I'm going out there tomorrow. Savilla will give me her word that she will marry me. here!” He was mad with his aches and pains, and furious at this little piece of impudence who dared dictate to him. “Then I tell her how you yelled at the schpook, and she would not have you— no, not when the minister was ready to marry you.” it was one. I heard you yell. Himmel !! And you better get pretty quick out County Correspondence Items of Interest Dished Up for the Delec- tation of ‘Watchman’ Readers by a Corps of Gifted Correspondents. SPRING MILLS. Harry Allison and son Donald spent several days last week in Renovo. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Auman, of New Jersey, left for their home Monday. Robert Slutman, of Pleasant Gap, spent i PINE GROVE MENTION. Misses Mary and Edna Ward were Al- ; toona visitors last week. | Mr. and Mrs. Scott Markle were State College visitors on Monday. : Miss Nannie Remey, of Tyrone, is vis- ! iting at the Dr. L. M. Houser home. | The rainy weather is still here and | some wheat on shock and oats to cut. J. Mac. Goheen,.one of the state road employees, is laid up with the measles. | Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Goss were over sought when the members of the new Baptist he had crept, then he turned, aud picked Jake locked gb him aghast. Wel, he | Sunday at the home of Samuel Wise. ' Sunday visitors at the G. B. Fry home. Is theirs, where it winds by the vineyard church were returning from prayer meet- | his way dejectedly out of the yard. was still bound no more than Al | Miss Helen Ward is ki ’ fair, ting, a wildly running figure overtook | Before he had gone half-way to the |, Well, I won't go,” hesaid desperately. | . Rae Houtz, who has been employed at | jsmaking wionili's State College, autoed home on Saturday. | visit among friends at the State capital. Mrs. Fred Colyer, of Millheim, spent | Mrs. Edward Sellers, of Boalsburg, last week at the home of her father, Wm. | SPent Friday night with friends on the “But what is it to you!” Christian, however, did not answer. | His courage consumed by this last burst Strewn with the bodies of those who fought, them. It was Miltie Knerr, a nervous, | pike, he heard a door slam behind him, Brave lads who knew never a hateful thought | timid boy. He sobbed and cried as they | 3nd guessed that Al was leaving early. Till their orders placed them there. gathered about him. | Horrified at the thought that he might ' | They have met with success, the foeman stood All day by their guns at that winding road, And hallowed its dust with pure young blood, As they vainly strove to stem the flood, And as Death among them strode. They have met with success; the nurses go, Earnest and still through the field of pain, Where the dying gasp and throb of woe ' Is shared alike by the friend and foe. As they lie on the battle plain. They have met with success; that far off cry Is onlv the ’plaint of a starving child And the sobs you hear on the winds that sigh, In sad refrain through the poplars high, From the heart of a Mother mild. They have met with success; the gray haired dame Still waits in the cottage door for her son. He was one of the “‘units’’ unknown to fame; They copied his number nor cared for his name— “‘Met with success,” and the fight is done. —By Timothy C. Murphy. THE GHOST OF MATTHIAS BAUM. | attendance as they had been when Sa- All Millerstown loved a courting, and considered the details of village love-af- fairs as common property. Few wooings yielded such abundant food for thought and conversation as those of Savilla Marstellar, who, as a young widow, rich, good to look upon, and an accomplished | housewife, had many suitors. To the eyes of Millerstown its eligible men seemed to divide themselves into two classes: those who wished to marry Sa- villa, and those who did not. In the first class, Al Losch and Jacob Fackenthal were most favored by Savil- “What ails you, Miltie?” demanded his | brother. | At first they could distinguish only | “old Baum” in the confusion of his speech. Suddenly old Maria peered into : his face | “Miltie,” she whispered, “did he carry | a rope along with him?” | At that, big fellow that he was, he : flung himself into his brother’s arms an i cried aloud. A few weeks later Billy Knerr’s horse | was stopped at the cross-road by “some- | thing white.” Then some of the Wey- | gandts saw a light in the deserted house, | and the ghost was born. | Such was the dwelling in which Sa- | villa had taken up her abode. Millers- | town thought she had gone mad. No . | one, however, was so much disturbed as i Christian Oswald, who, in spite of the fact that he was a member in good stand- ing of the Jonathan Kuhns Baptist | Church, had an abiding faith in schpooks. : To see Savilla expose herself to the pow- i er of one so well authenticated distress- | ed him beyond expression. At first Al and Jake were as regular in i villa lived in Millerstown’s main street, { and Savilla, who was touched by their devotion, did not notice how much ear- ! lier they came than heretofore, nor how | much sooner they departed. Jake came | always on Sunday and Wednesday even- | ings, and Al on Tuesday and Saturday. One dark and cloudy evening in Septem- ber, however, Al did not appear. Then Jake, too, missed an evening, and the rockers of Savilla’s chair beat a lively | tune as she waited. | As the evening wore on, she herself | pleaded guilty to a little nervoushess. It | was the time of the autumnal equinox, . be overtaken, Christian climbed up the | slippery bank, over the fence, and crouch- { ed down behind a shock of corn in the | Weygandt field. He trembled as he heard | Al's rapid, heavy steps. He was evidently trying to cover the ground between ! Savilla’s and the pike as swiftly as possi- ' ble. Christian heard every footfall as he ! splashed through the mud and water, and : smiled in tremulous delight as he thought | of the mire which must cover him from | head to foot. Then, as Al's dim outline | became for an instant visible to the | jealous watcher by the corn shock, some- ‘ thing happened. Al seemed to be rushing to meet some | creature which whirled itself through the | darkness to throw itself upon him. To | Christian’s frightened eyes, the thing was | huge,—indeed it seemed three times as | large as Al Losch,—and without bodily | shape. The two figures, man and mon- | ster, rose and grappled with each other. | Then again the dark mass whirled about ' on the ground. Christian could hear the . swish of the mud as the horrible some- thing pressed Alinto it. The very ground | ! beneath him seemed to quiver with the impact. Then the mass seemed to divide itself into two parts, and Al leaped up, , and with a hideous shriek sped toward | the village. The other lay still for an | instant, then it, too, arose. Slowly, as | Christian stared, its huge proportions : seemed to dwindle, its vagueness assum- ‘ed corporeal limits. Schpook or no . schpook,it bore a remarkable resemblance | to Jake Fackentha!. Then with a mad | cry, “The schpook! the schpook!” it, too, ! fled villageward. | It was several minutes before Christian | was able to gather himself together. | Then, though the mud in the field was la. Al was a stone mason, and Jacob a | and the wind shrieked about the house. far deeper than that in the road, and as carpenter. Both were tall, strong young fellows, industrious and capable, evén though the older women: shook their heads and said they were wild. The second class, so at least Millers- town thought, was composed entirely of one man, Christian Oswald, whose mis- ogynistic principles were so fully accept- ed that no one dreamed of connecting his name with that of any woman. He: was a bachelor, said to have at least ten thousand dollars in bank, a little man, as shy as Jake Fackenthal was bold, and physically as weak as Al Losch was mighty. Millerstown would have laugh- ed had any one suggested Christian as a suitor for the hand of Savilla. For once, however, Millerstown had made a mis- take. Christian Oswald adored Savilla from the top of her curly head to the soles of her slippered feet. He had scarcely spoken to her, however. Never was love more hopeless; never passion more skilfully hidden. Just at the moment when Al and Jake had driven all others from the field, Sa- villa did something so foolish that Mil- lerstown declared that both men would “throw her over.” To begin with, she had been nctified that she would have to give up the house in which she lived at the end of the month. “What will you do?” asked her friend, Sarah Ann Mohr. “I have a place,” answered Savilla, calmly. “But where?” insisted Sarah Ann. “Aye; out where Matthias Baum lived. I will buy that house.” “Are you then no longer right in your head?” demanded Sarah Ann, while her glasses slid unheeded down her nose. “Do vou then forget that old Baum hung hisself dead, and it is ever since a schpook?” “I don’t fear me for no schpook.” “What you say?” : “J caid I didn’t fear me for no schpook. I never did the old man anything. He can be thankful that I give his house a good name.” She swayed back and forth defiantly in her low rocking-chair, displaying an inch or two of white stocking above a low shoe. Sarah Ann gazed at her again. Somehow or other it did not seem quite respectable for a widow to wear low shoes. : “But, Savilla, it is out there so lonely.”" “I am not afraid.” “And it won’t nobody go to see you.” “Pooh! What do 1 care! They can stay away.” “Losch he is afraid of schpooks, and Jakie Fackenthal, too, he is afraid of schpooks.” “They can stay away,” villa, defiantly. Nor were Sarah Ann’s the only pro- tests with which Savilla had to contend. Al and Jake besought her not to go out there to live. She had to hear again and again the sinister story of the place, and as she steadily refused to be frightened, she began to realize that her friends were looking at her askance, as if she had leagued herself with the mysterious pow- ers supposed to reign there; all of which had the effect of setting the fair widow more firmly than ever in her own way. If Al and Jake were both afraid of schpooks, she had at last a means of de- ciding between them. Whoever braved oftenest the terrors of that lonely path should be rewarded with her heart. The house stood on a little cross-road about a quarter of a mile from where the pike broadened into the village street. Back of it lay the fields and meadows of the great Weygandt farm, and in front, across a narrow road, a thick grove of locust- and chestnut-trees. The first ob- ject upon which one’s glance rested, how- ever, was a hickory, which swung far up against the sky, dwarfing the locusts near it into shrubs. ' From its lower branches hung ropes of wild grape-vines, which clasped the young shoots of Virginia creeper on the other trees, making a dim twilight éven at noonday. Years before, the house had been the home of wicked old Matthias Baum and his brood of wilder and more wicked sons. They bore so evil a reputation that they had few visitors. Once, however, when old man Weygandt needed extra hands for the harvest, he ventured to seek them there. Walking across the fields at dusk, he climbed the fence into the yard. There repeated Sa- i Suddenly, above the storm, she was aware of a whistle, a curious, tuneless succes- | sion of shrill sounds. She stopped rock- | ing, terrified. But how dumb! A ghost could not whistle. Her hand was on the Jatch almost before the visitor knocked. Had Millerstown beheld the man who | stood there, it would scarcely have be- lieved its eyes. Christian Oswald keep- ing company with Savilla Marstellar! Did he dream of marrying her? It was certain that no man would brave the ter- rors of the Baum schpook unless his in- tentions were serious. “Well, Christian, come quickly in out of the wet,” said his hostess with cordial welcome. For a moment the embarrassed Chris- tian stood still, the rain dripping from his hat and from his black beard. Then Savilla put her hand on his arm and drew him forcibly within the door. He could not have come at a more propitious time. He would help to pass a long evening, and, better than that, he would help to soothe her wounded vanity. As for Chris- tian, he had come not only from a verita- ble hunger to see her, but from a desire to protect her. He knew, as all Millers- town knew, that this was Jake Facken- thal’s evening. He knew also that Jake sat calmly behind the stove in Aaron Konig’s shoemaker shop. Christian spent the evening in paradise. At first he listened to Savilla’s cheerful monologue in an agony of embarrass- ment. Then, as her hot coffee warmed him up, and she brought out her raisin pie, he began to talk, and Savilla herself was surprised at his conversational skill. “You must surely come again once,” she urged as he departed, and Christian, though the hour was late, and the wind blew more fiercely than ever down the dark road, and the limbs of the great hickory threatened to snatch him up from the ground, gave no thought to any ghost. Jake Fackenthal reported early the next morning. 2 “But I was mad because I couldn’t come last evening out,” he said apologet- ically. “But Pop he had to go off, and Mom she isn’t very for staying alone.” Savilla looked him over, six feet of shamefaced cowardice. “Mom” Facken- thal afraid to stay alone! Herlips curled. “Everybody is talking from your living out here alone,” Jake broke out angrily. “It is only one thing to do.” “And what is that?” asked Savilla, coolly. “Get married.” “Yes, I have been for some time think- ing of that. Al Losch—" : “Be dast with Al Losch! I mean to me.” “I tell you what I do.” For a moment Savilla meditated. “You come out here four weeks from today, and I give you my answer once for all.” “And Al Losch, will you give him his answer, too?” “T will treat each one alike.” Savilla had made up her mind that she would be courted no longer. It was true, as Jake said, that Millerstown talked. She liked both men so much indeed that their fear of the schpook offended more than her own vanity. She was ashamed of them. She would give them one more chance. Four weeks from now it would again be the dark of the moon, and they would then have an opportunity to prove that their affection for her was greater than their fear of the schpook. During the month which followed, neither missed an evening. Fortunately, it was a month of clear, still nights. Jake bragged openly that he was going to build a house before long, and that he would not live in it alone. When this was re- ported to Al, he said slowly: “Just you wait and see. Just you wait till after next Thursdsy.” Christian heard of his reply with con- sternation. Next Thursday! Had Savilla promised to marry him next Thursday? ‘That could not be, for Jake was also look- ing forward to Thursday. At last he hit upon the right solution. She had prom- ised to give them their answer on Thurs- day. He was in despair. On the Tuesday preceding the important day, he felt as sight of Savilla. He had never dared re- was Al’s evening with her, but -hé hoped though he could live no longer without at his call. After nightfall, he miade | his way out to the cross-road. He khew it’ | tenacious as glue, he stole quietly away | among the corn shocks. By morning all Millerstown was alarm- ed. Al Losch,coming home from Savilla’s, had been set upon by a creature with more than human strength, which had well-nigh killed him. If any one did not | believe it, they had only to look at him. His eye was black, his nose swollen, and he walked with a limp. Half a dozen persons described the encounter to Christian between his house and the Fackenthals.” Christian, who was better able than any one else to picture it in all its horror, said not a word. When he reached the Fackenthals’ shop, he listened in vain for sound of hammer or saw. Then he opened the door, only to start back at the sound of a rough exclamation from within. “Harreja! What do you want here?” It was Jake, who sprang to his feet from a bench on which he had been reclining. Then he sank back in a vain effort to suppress a dolorous groan. “What ails you, then?” queried Chris- tian, tremulously. “Nothing,” responded Jake, gruffly. Suddenly the door was flung open, and Al Losch presented himself. Truly the schpook had done its work well. “Have you a nagel-borer?” he asked. Jake rose and went to find the gimlet. Al looked at the two men curiously. They were probably discussing his ad- venture. “I tell you it was powerful,” he said pleasantly. “Boys,”—Christian’s voice sounded like a mild echo of Al's deep bass,—‘“when will you get married?” The two men turned and regarded him with amazement. “What does it then make out to you when we get married?” Al demanded. “] have something to say about it,” faltered Christian. “You have something to say about it?” repeated Al “Yes, I have. What would Savilla say when she knew you was afraid of schpooks?” Al laid his hand on his black eye. “I guess she won't have much to say when she sees this.” “What would she say when she knew it was no schpook?” “What?”" “That it was no schpook?” “It was a schpook. It isn’t a fellow in the world could knock me so over.” “Yes, it is.” The answer came not from little Christian above whom Al tow- ered threateningly, but from the other side of the shop, where their host had sat down upon a nail-keg. “It was all the time me. I thought it was Wednesdays already, and I was running out there and we ran together.” : For several long minutes no one spoke. Then Al turned again toward Christian, who, though trembling, met his eye bravely. “What does it make out to you that it was him,” he demanded savagely. “It is that if you don’t do what I say, I will tell Savilla and all the people. You must promise you will not go before Fri- day out there.” “But I don’t promise.” “Then I tell—" “You better, Al,” counseled Jake. For a moment Al hesitated, then a sud- den movement of Christian’s sent him into a spasm of terror that he might tell. “I promise,” he said sullenly. When he had gone, Jake turned and smiled at his guest. He had no idea how Christian had discovered what he himself had guessed soon after the encounter. Nor could he imagine a reason for the little man’s sudden friendliness to him, unless it were a desire to see the better man win. He remembered what Al had for the moment forgotten, that Thursday was the day upon which the widow meant to accept one of them. “He did slambang me powerful,” he said reminiscently. “] was in Weygandt’s field. And—" Christian paused until he could control his voice. No amount of moral courage can make a man forget that his enemy ‘weighs a hundred pounds more than him- 'self—*and I want you should promise, WOO.” rn me UCT hem | WIE Igo where I like.” g *THen I#tell all'the folks you it was a schpook.” thought of eloquence, he fled wildly out of the door, around the corner of the shop, past the pig-stable, and out through the alley gate. Stiff as he knew Jake to be, he could not risk pursuit up that smoothly scrubbed board walk. Jake stood for a moment thought. “Why need he care?’’ he said aloud. Then assuddenly as Al had come upon him out of the darkness the night be- fore, there flashed across his mind a pos- sible solution. Could Christian Oswald, that black-bearded little monkey, think he could get Savilla? “Christian!” he ye!led. “Christian!” “But only the defiant crow of a rooster from the chicken yard replied. The next evening Christian dressed himself in his best, and started out to Savilla’s. It was an evening upon which the bravest schpook would scarcely have ventured forth, clear, starlit. Across the Weygandt fields drifted the strains of the “Mocking-Bird,” played by the Millers- town band. A brisk wind had dried the | road, and Christian’s meditations were undisturbed by any necessity for watch- ing where he stepped. As he went along, however, he looked down at the ground. in angry which looked as though it might have gazed solemnly at it, remembering the battle of the night before; then he lifted up his voice in triumph. The German Bible class of the Jonathan Kuhns’ Bap- tist church, to which he belonged, had devoted its attention for several Sundays to the history of Abraham. : “And the vale of Siddim was full of slimepits,” he quoted slowly in German; “and the kings of Sodom and Gomorrah fled, and fell there.” With that he went his way. He was not sure of winning Savilla, though thus far he had triumphed. Ach, no! He was not surprised that she seemed a little annoyed to see him. As the minutes passed, however, and neither Al nor Jake appeared, her demeanor changed. She had not heard of Al's adventure, and her eves grew hard and bright as he told her. So Al really imagined that he had met a schpook! Christian said nothing about Jake. Their absence sufficiently con- demned them both. “What are all the folks doing this evening?” she asked finally. “Oh, everything is like always,” he an- swered. “The band is playing.” Then a sudden inspiration came to him. That | it was a bald prevarication did not trouble (him at all. “It was a lot of fcllows at i Aaron Konig’s—Jakie and Al and some i more. They were telling schpook-sto- ries.” Savilla’s eyes blazed. That settled them! But she would have her revenge. She turned radiantly to the little man who | sat in throes of love and fright upon his (chair. Tomorrow, when they came penitent, pleading, she would have news for them. One man at least loved her more than he feared old Baum’s schpook. Then as she looked at him she thought of his good nature, his irreproachable character, and—shall we whisper it?—his reputed wealth, and revenge seemed sud- denly to lose the bitterness which had bred it. “Christian,” she said softly, winningly. —*“Christian, would you sooner have cof- fee or yeast beer? And I have fresh- baked molasses cake in the cellar, and Fastnacht cakes.” Then, though Christian knew it not, his suit was won.— By Elsie Singmaster, in Century Magazine. Worms that Eat Iron. A feasible explanation of the disease which attacks old metal coins is suggest- ed by the recent discovery of some Ital- ian engineers of a microbe which feeds on iron. The discovery was made through the frequency with which a rail- way accident occurred in one particular portion of the railroad in a certain dis- trict. An examination of rails was made and the presence of severe corrosion was re- vealed. A rail was taken up and brok- en. It was then found to be hollow; and further examination showed the pres- ence of a tiny gray, threadlike worm about a third of an inch in length. A careful examination was made of the habits and appearance of this worm. Upon its head it carried two little glands filled with a corrosive secretion which is ejected every few minutes onto the iron. The ejection had the property of ren- dering the iron soft and spongy, when the worm at once proceeds to devour it. —Chicago Tribune. Your. Brain Must Have Pure Blood. No more important physiological discovery has ever been made than that the brain requires a due supply of pure blood. It is estimated that this organ receives as much as one-tenth of all the blood that is sent from the heart—a great deal more than any other organ of the body. If the vitality of the blood is impaired, the blood then affords the brain an imperfect stimulus and there is mental and physical languor, sluggish- ness or inactivity. Pure blood is blood that is free from humors, Jit is healthy blood, and the term pure blood as it is generally used means blood that is not only right in quality but also in quantity. Hood's Sarsaparilla makes pure, rich, red blood. This is one of the great truths about this great medi- cine. The Caddy’s Comment. Small caddy, approaching first tee, groaning under the burden of 2 heavy kit, chiefly of iron clubs, is heard to exclaim: “Heavens above! It’s a cud- dy he wants.” Tam, who hears the re- mark, cries in sympathy, “Jock, wa’s yer man?’ Jock—Goodness: kens, but Tm thinkin’ frae his set of clubs he mon be a Glesca ironmonger.—World of Golf. The Lesser Evil. Mr. Borem—Shall we talk or dance? Miss Weereigh—I'm very tired. Let us dance.—Boston Transcript. : Yes, there it was, a rough depression | Ream. Mary Ruhl, after spending some time in Montgomery, returned home on Wed- nesday. Mrs. Nellie Koons and son Harvey, of Northumberland, are guests at the home of J. C. Lee. | Miss Carrie Dunlap is spending her va- cation with her sister, Mrs. Wm. Diehl, in Mifflinburg. Some of our Spring Mills boys looked so lonely while our “Hello” girls were taking their vacations. Mr. and Mrs. Augustus Hackenburg, of Mifflinburg, are visiting Mr. Racken- burg’s father, B. F. Hackenburg. Emanuel Shook and Samuel Brown | and family autoed to Laurelton, Sunday, and took dinner at the home of F. H. | Snyder. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Meyers, of . Wer- nersville, are here on a visit to their par- ents on account of the ill health of Mr. Meyers. Frank Lontz and family, of Mifflin- burg, autoed here on Sunday to spend the day with Mrs. Lontz’s mother, Mrs. ! Sarah Snavely. been the scene of a wrestling-match. He | Mrs. Benjamin Heckard, of Washing- ton county, after spending two weeks | with her sister, Mrs. I. J. Zubler, return- ed home Monday. Mrs. William Rossman, phia, after spending several weeks with her father-in-law, H. F. Rossman, return- | ed home Tuesday. Mr. and Mrs. Pearce Vonada, of Co- burn; Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Bartges, of Millheim, and Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Mus- ser, of Brushvalley, were visitors at the home of I. J. Zubler, Sunday. Mary Bartges, who has been attending | the West Chester Normal school, arrived home Saturday. She was accompanied by Edna Schmidt, of Mauch-Chunk, who will spend part of her vacation with Miss Bartges. EAST BRUSHVALLEY. Weather exceedingly hot. News scarce. Hiram Wert and Lee Weber are still housing wheat. : Handling oats and barley this summer is a very tedious task. If the last Friday of July rules the weather of August, it will be quite warm. In the eleventh hour the road has been repaired, leading to Shady Side Cottage, S. C. Yearick and family enjoyed the festival at Madisonburg Saturday night. W. E. Smull, wife and son Robert, of | Mifflinburg, Monday. O. F. Stover had a severe attack of lumbago and sick headache during the past week. That Rebersburg scribe was badly mis- informed concerning that “barn social.” Some one kindly give him correct infor- mation. Miss Pearl Mallory, of Pittsburgh, is spending her summer vacation with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. O. Mallory, at Shady Side. The newly elected state road supervi- sor has horses and men employed in scraping both sides of the road and open- ing breakers. One day last week Dr. J. W. Bright re- moved a large abscess from the body of little Arjuana Winkleblech. A stitch in time saves nine. visited through here on Work was begun at the concrete silo up in the Philip Yuckle’s gap during the past week. Mr. Bechtol, of State Col- lege, is overseer. H. A. Meyers must certainly have a charming little daughter, as the rainbow had its extremes there three times dur ing the past week. The Winkleblech lumbering crew took their first cooked dinner on Monday, in the mansion not built of brick. Mrs. Koey and Mrs. Koey’s sister served as cooks. On Sunday night a very heavy thun- der shower passed over this section, re- sulting in a two hours’ down-pour and leaving the roads in a badly washed con- dition. Der Tom Shtitzer hut gksawt dos es date reya geva olly dawk de wuch. Uu der Sundawk Nummy dawk dates aufun- ga drucka qarra, far de olt Maree vare no dahame. : WOODWARD. Mr. James Weaver was a caller at Millheim Saturday. Mr. Lawernce Miiler returned Monday to his home at Buffalo, N. Y. Miss Mirian Smith spent last week with her Grandparents at Fiedler. Mr. George Treaster, of Lewistown, spent a few days with his daughter Grace. Mrs. Glasgow, of Roopsburg, is spend- ing some time with her sister, Mrs. Noah Eby. Mrs. and Mrs. Emanuel Eungard, of Farmers Mills, were visitors at Lewis Orndorf’s over Sunday. : Master John Bower, after spending a few month with his aunt, Mrs. Wise, returned to his home at Northumberland Monday. Mr. Sandy Bowersox and lady friend, of Buffalo, N.Y., are enjoying their vacation with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Howard Bowersox. Mr. Luther Weaver was a buisness visitor at Tyrone during the week and brought home a new Overland car for which he is agent. of Philadel- | Branch. | ; sw Your scribe knows who is in posses- i sion of a wallet found near Baileyville, | recently. _ Miss Rebecca Brown, of Williamsport, | is visiting her uncle, J. L. Murphy, on | Water street. A terrific hail storm passed over the Glades on Sunday evening, stripping the oats and corn. Miss Margaret Bloom was to Tyrone Friday on a shopping tour; the outcome . was a new bonnet. Prof. Claude Weaver has about made up his mind to quit teaching school after next winter, and go to farming. Farmer James Harpster transacted business at State College Friday and con- . templates moving there next spring. i Arthur Cronemiller and wife, of Pat- ton, arrived here Saturday and spent : Sunday among friends at State College. ‘J. H. Decker came up from Bellefonte , on Monday morning and has been work- I ing up his insurance business hereabouts. ! Mark Fry and wife and J. H. Williams ! and wife were royally entertained at the : Fred Williams home, in the Glades, Mon- { day evening. Miss Maude Miller, after a three week’s visit with friends in Lebanon county, returned home last week, delight- ed with her visit. J. B. Whitmer and family motored over to Fillmore in their new Overland car and spent Sunday with Mr. Whitmer’s brother, Win Whitmer. Prof. Samuel C. Miller, wife and fami- ly came up from Chester last week for their annual outing at the home of Grand- pa Miller, on Main street. John D. Dannley, of Medina, O., is here for a month’s stay with his aged mother, who is suffering with a heavy cold, but is now somewhat improved. The annual Old Home picnic will be held in the McFarlane grove, where the Boalsburgers and their friends will as- semble Saturday for a royal good time. Major J. W. Sunday and Master George Jacobs took an early tramp on Sunday morning and landed at the Harry Sunday i hore at Erbtown, where they spent the ay. E. C. Musser and wife and J. W. Fry and wife in the former’s Cidallac car, motored to Altoona Saturday and spent several days among friends; they report a joyous ride and a pleasant visit. Samuel Gregory, of Neff’s Mills, has been visiting friends at Boalsburg the past week. His cousin, Miss Ella Ross, accompanied him home and will visit Stonevalley relatives the next month. Claude B. Hess is suffering a back-set with an attack of neuralgia. His broken limb is improving and he had hoped to be able to attend the picnic on the 21st. We trust his hopes will not be blighted. Tomorrow evening several candidates will be initiated into the mysteries of Pennsvalley Lodge No. 276 1.0. O. F,, and after they have been made good Odd Fellows there will be a banquet and smoker. Among those who came from a dis- tance to the Everhart funeral Saturday were Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Wilson, Mr. and Mrs. Charles States, Wm. Wertz, W. C. Ingram, Mrs. Margaret Quinn and son Roy, all of Spruce Creek. Dr. Frank Bowersox and his bride have returned from their wedding trip and spent a few days with relatives in this vicinity. They will go to housekeep- ing September first in Millheim, where the doctor is in the drug business. W. H. Brouse and family, in their new Ford car, motored over the Barnes and spent the Sabbath with Mr. Brouse’s sis- ter, Mrs. Charles Lykens, on the Mattern farm. It was his first venture over that sandy road and will, in all probability, be the last, as it required rope and tack- le to get the car out of the sand and mire. Rev. Isaac Kreider, of Duncansville, very ably filled the pulpit of the Luth- eran church here last Sunday morning. In the afternoon he preached at Pine Hall and at Gatesburg in the evening. He is a native of Ferguson tswnship and a half century ago was a student at the Pine Grove Mills Academy, and it is a pleasure to him to get back to the scenes of his early life. The Pine Hall Sunday school picnic, in Johnson’s grove last Saturday, was a pro- nounced success. After the usual big dinner speeches were made by Rev. S. C. Stover, Rev. W. H. Traub and J. L. Holmes. The program also included a number of recitations by the little folks, and a ball game between members of the Reformed and Lutheran congrega- tions, the latter winning by the score of 6 to4. In the evening the grove was brilliantly illuminated with electric light and many of the young people remained for the festival, the receipts of which amounted to about thirty dollars. The Dale family reunion was held at the old Dale homestead at Oak Hall last Saturday. The forenoon was spent in the customary greeting and at noontime a sumptuous dinner was served under the old shade trees on the lawn. About one hundred of the clan were present and the gathering proved quite interesting. Christian Dale was the father of the Dale family in Centre county and he settled at Oak Hall before the Revolutionary war. Henry Dale served in the Continental ar- my. At Saturday’s gathering there were representatives of the fourth to the sev- enth generations, William Dale, eighty- two years of age, being the oldest - mem- ber present while the youngest was a babe in its mother’s arms. At the busi- ness meeting in the afternoon all the old officers were re-elected.
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