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“Bellefonte, Pa, October 21, 1927,
THE HARVEST MOON.
Over fields that are ripe with the sweet-
That hides the full tasseled corn,
Over vineyards slow reaching completeness
Dim purpling at dusk and at morn,
Shine down in thine affluent splendor,
O moon of the year in her prime;
Beam soft, mother-hearted, and tender;
Earth hath not a holier time.
For the seed that slept long in the furrow
Hath wakened to life and to death
From the grave that was cerement and
Hath risen to passionate breath,
It hath laughed in the sunlight and star-
Hath thrilled to the breeze and the dew,
And fallen, to stir in some far night,
And all the old gladness renew.
O moon of the harvest’s rich glory,
Thy banners outflame in the sky,
And under the men write the story
That cries to the heavens for reply,
The story of work and endeavor,
Of burden and weakness and strength,
The story that goes on forever,
Through centuries dragging its length.
And thou, ever stately and golden,
Thou moon of the latest year’s prime,
‘What sight though thine eye hath behold-
No grief to thy pathway may climb,
As over the fields that are reapen,
At evening and level and shorn,
Thou pourest thy splendors that deepen
The rose and the silver of morn.
—By Margaret E. Sangster.
THE RIVIERA ROAD.
They were escaping. .
The man, notorious for his clever-
ness at cards and for his hard, lean
jaw and perfect manner of a fighting
Frenchman, had the wheel. Beside
him sat the woman he loved. Her
body was taut with cold, even in the
comfortable car and wrapped in a
dark fur coat that concealed complete-
ly the well-known beauty of her fig-
ure, the voluptuous charm that had
. graced, in season, all the smart places
Their former life was behind them
now. Their flight from Paris to the
Riviera marked its end. When the
man spoke, for the first time in an
hour, he seemed in thoughtful mood.
“There’s many a thief and many a
courtesan have taken this road down
from Paris before us, seeking the
border or a seaport or a gay town in
which to spend their money, traveling
in the old days on foot, in fine coaches
or on horseback; and now, like our-
selves, in a Rolls-Royce car.”
“Yes,” mused the woman, catching
the gist of his long cpeech, and turn-
ing her head a trifle toward him,
where he looked grimly ahead over
the wheel of the swiftly moving road-
ster. His eyes were bent upon the
dusty highway. The words he said
seemed to trail from the corners of
his narrow lips and slip off between
them into the chilly air they were
leaving behind. “Yes, and this ap-
pears to be your day for calling a
spade a spade.”
“Possibly it is. One grows honest
as one grows weary. I shall be glad
to get to Cannes, you may believe.”
It must have been nearly noon, and
they had been on the road since eight
that morning. To-morrow would bring
them to Cannes for a week’s stop, and
The high road ran through vast
gold and gray country, stark at this
winter season. At times the rock
slopes of the ranges seemed to hem
them in hopelessly, showing them
nothing but the short strip of road,
peasant villages, small tilled fields,
and gray-blue air that, though spicy,
seemed filled with desolation. It felt
as if a frost must be working among
the rocks and slong the fenced edges
of the fields with their flimsy cut-
cane wind-breaks. The car, noiseless,
passed along at a stealthy speed, with
the creping run of a wary cat. Raoul
never drove very fast. He was a
cautious man and a nervous one, ex-
cept in dangerous places. As he
drove, his mind shot off on a road by
itself, He could play at the largest
gambling-tables in Cannes this year
—this last time. In his pocket, be-
sides his own money, was the great
roll of thousand-franc notes they had
stolen together. Surely with all that
money they could win a fortune—buy
themselves a villa overhanging the
Mediterranean, or one of those wis-
teria-and-jasmine-drowned places on
the Italian lakes. He wanted it as
much as she did, its perfection and
its peace. And, of course, if they lost
the money they would be no worse off
than before. They could, with rea-
sonable caution, raise more on the
jewels which Madeleine had hidden in
a chamois pocket inside her dress.
The jewels, too, were stolen along
with the roll of money. He had nev-
er really needed either for himself.
He had always enough for a season
of gambling at the small tables. It
was for her that he had this time
overstepped the lines of the law; he
wanted to play for enormous stakes
—win or lose on a grand scale. The
pettiness of his. former playing
wouldn't do any more, with their fu-
ture happiness at stake. He must win
for her now. And he was lucky at
baccarat. With Madeleine to lean
over his shoulder and watch him lift
his cards, they would win enough to
last their life-time together—she had
brought him luck last year, and only
2 week ago in Paris at that other af-
He smiled to himself. Some of the
bills "in the wast roll that they had
stolen might be marked, but tossed
about on the Casino tables they could
never be traced.
Madeleine turned toward him, a
sudden softness in her eyes. “You
Jodie pleased about something,” she
“I am. I've never travelled with
you before, Madeleine.”
tn rr emt mt
“How sweet of you to say such
“Why was it, do you suppose,” he
continued, “that we never knew each
other before? God knows we must
have knocked elbows in every capital
“I know It is strange. Why, your
face has been familiar to me for
“And yours to me.
brought me luck.”
“Yes, and now you've brought me
—don’t smile, Madeleine—now you've
brought me love as well.”
“Oh, Raoul, you are a darling!
Imagine your saying that to me!
Me of all people!” His face clouded
and still, without looking at her, but
ivining quite well her thoughts, he
“I don’t care what you’ve been.
That's past now!”
The noon sun did not warm the
cold air, and a bright mockery .f
golden light was flung back from
every wall turning past them, from
every pale blotch on the unending
lines of leafless plane-trees shedding
their bark in coin-shaped spots. The
man’s thin face wore a strained ex-
pression There were tense lines
drawn about the eyes and mouth.
The woman sighed, and drew her
coat closer around her.
“I thought we might have lunch-
eon at St. Maximin and rest there,”
suggested her companion. “Then go
on to Hyeres for the night. That's
far enough for today.”
“Oh, could we do that? I've always
wanted to stop in St. Maximin.”
In another hour they came in sight
of the houses of St. Maximin, with
the old Gothic church in their midst,
which for all its years looked unfin-
ished, uncouth—a monstrous crouched
mass of masonry painted thin gold
by the weak sunlight. As they bore
down upon it from their roadway it
revealed at new angles the immense
strength and age that are its pride,
the primitive solidity of its lines. For
it seems the very root of the Gothic
style, and in its incompleteness after
centuries it has the look of roots—
the butresses braced deep in the earth
for the upholding of some soaring
structure—some fabulous tower—
that remains unbuilt to this day, but
that stands conceived in the imagin-
ation, suggested by so powerful a
They turned into the narrow streets
along to a public square full of mar-
ket-stalls, and down to the front of
an inn. The man drew the car to a
stop beside its wide doorway, and
helped the woman out. She stood for
a second stiffly, seeming to find it hard
to get her balance. Then she went in
The stout, middle-aged patron
showed them the way in past the
kitchen through a veil of savory food
smells to a small salon, where a fire
burned briskly in the wide fireplace.
The woman bent toward the flames,
and the man, unfastening the muffler
from about his neck, turned to the
“Bring us some brandy quickly,”
he said. “Madame is very cold.” And
he drew up a bench for her close to
The brandy was poured out for
Over the top of their lifted glass-
es the man and woman caught each
other’s glance, and between them
passed a look like a faint, sweet clash
. They had luncheon in the bare din-
Ing-room that was furnished with
wooden benches for tables, and heat-
ed by a glowing coal-stove in the cen-
tre of the wide, low-ceiled room. But
for them a table was placed near the
stove, and with it two stuffy chairs,
with tattered red brocade coverings
indicating the last of a faded gran-
deur. A young Provincial maid
brought them in hot bricks wrapped
In newspapers to serve as footstools.
And with the wine and food they
gradually grew warm.
“It’s like being on a wedding-trip,”
said Madeleine. “Did you notice the
maid’s eyes on us? She thinks we're
almost as happy as we sre!”
“She knows! These peasants are
wise people. She can read us, be-
cause we're both quite simple for
“And quite—quite free!”
“Almost!” His voice held a mix-
ture of joy and anxiety in it. There
was no one in the long room but
themselves, save when the maid came
to bring them food and to lay the
fresh plates which stood in a rack
against the coal-stove to heat.
“Almost, Madeleine. But I shall
not rest until we are in Cannes—or
really, my dear, until we are out of it
again and have found some spacious
place where we can be together, away
from pursuits and questionings.”
“That will not be long.” She smil-
ed up at him sweetly, thinking ahead.
But it was the immediate present, as
always, that claimed his real atten-
tion. . For the future he could only
arrange simple and practical plans,
bound to the present by a chain of
fortune and circumstance. But she
had faith. She could see ahead. She
could believe in what had not, and | h
even might not, come to pass.
He poured out more wine for her.
Though it was no later than three,
daylight had begun to ebb in the room.
By four-thirty it would be nearly
dark. She looked out through the
windows to the street.
“How much time have
Raoul 7” she asked.
“As much as you wish. It’s only two
hours to Hyeres. Why?”
“I'd like to go to the church.”
“You shall.” He was pleased at
her request, for, though gambling had
long been his profession, art was, and
always would be, as important to him
as bread or wine.
. “I've always wanted to see it. There
is a relic there—of—of Mary Mag-
dalen. She’s my patron saint—in
more senses than one!”
“Oh, no,” he corrected her hastily.
“In one sense only now, Madeleine.
y will you never put certain things
out of your mind?”
“There is a skull in the church
which is supposed to be her skull. 1
GOD SAVE" THE COMMONWEALTH. | P
I, BE. R. Taylor, High Sheriff of the Coun-
ty of Centre, Commonwealth of Pennsyl-
vania, do hereby make known and give
notice to the electors of the county afore-
said that an election will be held in the
said County of Centre on the first Tues-
day after the first Monday in November,
being the 8th DAY OF NOVEMBER, 1927,
for the purpse of electing several persons
herinafter named, to-wit: ;
One person for Judge of the Courts of
Centre county. /
“One person for ShefFiff.
One person for Prothonotary.
One person for County Treasurer.
One person for Register of Wills.
One person for Recorder of Deeds.
Two persons for County Commissioner.
Two persons for County Auditor.
One persons for County Coroner.
' One person for County Surveyor.
I also hereby make known and give no-
tice that the place of holding the elec-
tions in the several wards, boroughs, dis-
tricts and townships within the County
of Centre is as follows:
For the North Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte at the Logan Hose Co. house on
Bast Howard street.
For the South Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, in the Undine Fire Co. build-
For the West Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, in the carriage shop of 8. A.
ou the borough of Centre Hall, in a
room at Runkle’s Hotel.
For the borough of Howard, in the
publie school building in said borough.
For the borough of Millheim, in the new
‘| village of Pine
For the borough of Milesburg, in the
borough building on Market street.
For the First Ward of the borough of
Philipsburg in the Reliance Hose house. |
For the Second Ward of the horough of
Philipsburg, at the Public Building at the |
corner of North Centre and Presqueisle |
For the Third Ward of the borough of |
Philipsburg, at Bratton’s Garage, Borih: |
east corner of Seventh and Pine streets. |
For the borough of Port Matilda, in the |
hall of the Knights of the Golden Eagle, |
in said borough. |
For the borough of South Philipsburg, |
at the City Hall in South Philipsburg.
For the borough of Snow Shoe, in the
Borough Building. |
For the borough of State College, East |
the party of
ee ———— I
Sheriff's Election Proclamation
recinct, on College Avenue at the Odd
For the borough of State College, West
Precinct, on Frazier street at the Fire-
For the borough of Unionville, in Grange
Hall, in said borough.
For the township of Benner, North
Precinct, at the Knox school house.
For the township of Benner, South
Precinct, at the new brick school house
For the township of Boggs, North Pre-
cinct, at Walker's school house.
For the township of Boggs, Kast Pre-
cinet, at the hall of Knights of Labor, in
the village of Curtin.
- For the township of Boggs, West Pre-
cinct, at the grange Hall, Central City.
For the township of Burnside, in the
building owned x William Hipple, in the
For the township of College, at the
school house in the village of Lemont.
For the township of Curtin, North Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
For the township of Curtin, South Pre-
cinet, at the school house, near Robert
For the township of Ferguson, Bast Pre-
cinet, at the public house of R. R. Ran-
dolph, in Pine Grove Mills.
For the township of Ferguson, West
Precinct, at Baileyville school house, in
the village of Baileyville.
For the township of Ferguson, North
Precinct, at Grange Hall.
For the township of Ferguson, North
west Precinct, at Marengo school house.
For the township of Gregg, North pre-
cinct, at the Murray school house.
For the township of Gregg, East Pre-
| cinet, at the house occupied by William
A. Sinkabine, at Penn Hall.
For the township of Gregg, West Pre-
cinct, in Grange Hall at Spring Mills.
For the township of Haines, East Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
For the township of Haines, West Pre-
cinet, at the residence of E. A. Bower in |
For the township of Half Moon, in the
I. 0. O. F. hall in the village of Storms-
For the township of Harris, East Pre-
cinet, in the building owned by Harry
McCellan, in the village of Linden Hall.
For the township of Harris, West Pre-
cinet, in Malta Hall, Boalsburg.
For the township of Howard, in the
township public building.
For the township of Huston, in the
towuship building in Julian,
For the township of Liberty, East Pre-
cinct, at the school house in Eagleville.
For the township of Liberty, West Pre-
cinet, in the school house at Monument.
~ For the township of Marion, in the
Grange Hall in the village of Jacksonville,
For the township of Miles, East Pre-
cinct, at the dwelling house of G. H.
Showers at Wolf's Store.
For the township of Miles, Middle Pre-
cinet, in Bank building at Rebersburg.
For the township of Miles, West Pre-
cinet, at the store room of Elias Miller
of John Hoy at Waddle.
For the township of Penn, in a building
iid owned by Luther Guisewite at
For the township of Potter, North Pre-
cinct, at the Old Fort Hotel.
For the township of Potter, South Pre-
cinct, at the Hotel in the village of Pot-
For the township of Potter, West Pre-
cinct, at the store of George Meiss, at
For the township of Rush, North Pre-
cinct, at the township Poor House.
For the township of Rush, East Precinct,
at the school house in the village of Cas-
For the township of Rush, South Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
For the township of Rush, West Pre-
cinet, at the new school house along the
State Highway leading from Osceola Mills
to Sandy Ridge.
For the township of Snow Shoe, East
Precinct, ac the school house in the village
For the township of Snow Shoe, West
Precinct, at the house of Alonzo D. Groe
in the village of Moshannon,
For the township of Spring, North Pre-
cinct, at the township building erected
near Mallory’s blacksmith shop.
| For the township of Spring, South Pre-
| cinet, at the public house formerly own-
ed by John C. Mulfinger in Pleasant Gap.
For the township of Spring, West Pre-
oink, in the township building in Cole-
For the township of Taylor, in the house
erected for the purpose at Leonard Merry-
To vote a straight party ticket, mark a cross (X) in square in the FIRST COLUMN, opposite the name of
For the township of Patton, in the shop | in
For the township of Union, in the town-
ship public x
For the township of Walker, East Pre-
cinet, in a building owned by Solomom
Peck, in the village of Huston.
For the township of Walker, Middle
Precinct, in the Grange Hall, in the vik
lage of Hublersburg. :
For the township of Walker, West Pre-
cinet, at the dwelling house of John Royer,
in_the village of Zion.
For the township of Worth, in the Law-
rel Run school house in said township.
LIST OF NOMINATIONS.
The official list of nominations made by
the several parties, and as their names
appear upon the ticket te be voted
for on the eighth day of November, 1927,
at the different voting places in Centre
county, as certified to respectively by the
Commissioners of Centre County are given
in the accompanying form of Ballot.
Notice is hereby given that every per-
son, excepting Justice of the Peace, whe
shall hold any office or appointment of
profit or trust under the Government of
the United States or this State, or of any
City or incorporated district whether &
commissioned officer or otherwise, a sub-
ordinate officer or agent who is or shall
be employed under the Legislative, Ex-
ecutive or Judiciary department of the
State or the United States or any city or
incorporated district, and also that every
membe: of Congress and of the State Leg-
islature, and of the Select or Common
Council of any city, of Commissioners of
any incorporated distriet, is, by law, in-
capable of holding or exercising at the
same time the office or appointment of
judge, inspector or clerk of any district
of this Commonwealth, and that no in-
spector, judge or other officer of any such
elections shall be eligible to any office to
be then voted for except that of am elec-
Under the law of the Commonwealth
for holding elections, the polls shall be
open at 7 o'clock A. M. and closed at 7
o'clock P. M.
GIVEN under my hand and seal at my
office in Bellefonte this 13th day of Oe-
tober, in the year of our Lord nineteen
hundred and twenty seven and in the one
hundred and fifty-first year of the Inde-
pendence of the United States of America.
E. R. TAYLOR, (Seal.)
Sheriff of Centre County.
A cross mark in the square opposite the name of any candidate indicates a vote for that candidate.
To vote for a person whose name is not on the ballot, write or paste his or her name in the blank space provid-
ed for that purpose. This shall count as a vote either with or without the cross mark.
To vote for an individual candidate of another party after making a mark in the party square, mark a cross
his or her name.
For an office where more than one candidate is to be elected, the voter after marking in the party square, may
divide his or her vote by marking a cross (X) to the right of each candidate for whom he or she desires to
JUDGE OF THE COURTS OF
REGISTER OF WILLS
(Vote for One)
To Vote a Straight Party Ticket
Mark a Cross (X) in this Column
Republican | |
(Vote for Two)
(Vote for One) r Fop Rep. 4
Rep. Harry A. Rossman Samuel W. Holter
M. Wari Fleming Proh.
B. F. Boal Dem. Robert G. Musser Rep.
W. Harrison Walker Dem.
0. J. Stover
RECORDER OF DEEDS Harry E. Garbrick Dem.
SHERIFF (Vote for One)
(Vote for One)
Lloyd A. Stover Rep.
Harry Dukeman Dem,
Proh, Sinie H. Hoy
Harry E. Dunlap Dem CORONER
$ (Vote for One)
COUNTY COMMISSIONER a
PROTHONOTARY (Vote for Two) Dr. W. R. Heaton Dem.
(Vote for one) :
Rep. L Proh..
Roy Wilkinson Rep. Howard M. Miles mr =
S. Claude Herr Newton I. Wilson Rep.
Proh. COUNTY SURVEYOR
Dem. (Vote for One).
John S. Spearly 7
nd | -
i H. B. Shattuck
COUNTY TREASURER C. M. Parrish Dem,
(Vote for Ome)
H. E. Holtzworth Rep.
Lyman L. Smith
can’t tell you the story exactly, for
I don’t really know quite how the rel-
ic got there. It’s something about the
Magdalen’s having sailed to the coast
ere somewhere, after the Crucifixion,
and founded a religious order. The
last of her life was very holy. And
there is this skull—I should like to
“You shall, my dear.” They had
finished with their fruit now, and
were tasting of liqueurs from the
small thick peasant glasses. Racul
lighted a cigarette and passed it
across the table to the woman. Then
he lighted one for himself.
“It would be a pity,” he continued,
“not to see the inside of the church,
since we are here. You have some-
thing before you if you've never seen
it. It’s both famous and ancient, as
of course you know—the sort of place
architects all come to visit. But it
is not exactly for the wmultitude—
more, I should say, for those of eso-
teric taste, lovers of the pure Gothic
—the purest; and then, it is for those
. “Let us go out, then, hefore the
light leaves us. Although—" she
looked down at the table and shook
her cigarette ash into a plate — “zl-
though I hate to have this luncheon
over, Raoul. I'm sentimental, I kncw,
but when you think of all the gay
places in which we've lun:hed end
dined—every single Ritz notel—ond |
then look at this! My dear, it’s so
simple, so wholesome! It's good—I
don’t know what else to say of 't. And
consider the food. Have vou e er
They left the car by the curb, and
walked the short distance up a nar-
row street to the open square in which
the church is set. Through wide stone
doorways they had glimpses of peas-
ants and their crude housekeeping—
shops and cellars below, dwellings
above, all the walls old, with their
tight piled masonry shutting out
light and air, leaning in picturesque
evenness from the grooved pave-
ment of cobbles smoothed by centur-
ies of footsteps.
And inside the church door, in the
half light, they stood for a moment
There is no colored splendor in this
church. From the tall windows a
silvery radiance falls through the old,
nearly white glass. It touched along
every surface of that rising, breath-
taking symmetry—that ecstatic pur-
ity of line.” High above, the air is
‘moulded by dstant arches closing in
shadow. The columns, the heights,
roar upward with a far, unearthly
music; you can hear it, as you bear
your own breath or the beating. of
For a time the pure passion that is
not limited by human desire held
| them both. Their hands were at their
| sides, and their faces, lifted into the
slowly, she found the guide, a little:
old woman, who offered to direct her
to the Roman chapel under the church
where are the tombs and sarcophagi
of saints, and the skull of Mary Mag-
dalen. The guide preceded her down
several stone steps. inte a small vault-
ed chamber, dank and cold. Then she
stood aside. Two lighted candle-ends
! whieh she Reld in her gnarled hands:
"dripped their wax audibly onto the
waning light of the nave, were carved , floor.
by that uncolored gleaming into a
monotone of rapture like that on the
stone faces of saints.
And when they were themselves
again, and just two people standing
in a church, the man said softly:
“You see—it is the soul. They un-
derstood it; they shaped it out of the
air that any one nay shape as he
chooses. They drew its outlines here,
and so well, so truly, that it forever
transcends their work, yet it does not
elude them.” ¥
For he knew too much to be naive
about it. Sooner or later his analytic
sense would invade his instinctive de-
light in art, and words would be form-
The woman paid no attention to his
words. While Raoul walked about
Madeleine saw before her, above a
bench where many had kneeled to
pray, a golden face gleaming serene-
Iy in the wavering candle-light. Fea-
tures of perfect calm, framed in
eternal beaten gold tresses, looked
steadily down at her. And as Made-
leine fell on her knees the guide came
up beside her and, leaning forward,
unclapsed the golden face and swung
it aside like an opened door. The
hair now framed an oval of blackness,
and in the blackness glimmered a
Madeleine closed her eyes. She tried
to pray, but neither her mind nor her
lips would shape words. Instead, a
choking feeling bore up through her
body and filled her throat until she
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