Bellefonte, Pa., January 16, 19381.
OVER THE HLLS.
Over the hills and far away
A little boy steals from his
play,
And under the blossoming apple tree
He lies and he dreams of the things to
be;
Of battles fought and victories won,
Of wrongs o'erthrown and of great deeds
done—
Of the valor that
day,
Over the hills and far away—
Over the hills and far Away
morning's
he shall prove some
Over the hills and far away
It's oh, for the toil of the livelong day!
But it mattered not to the soul aflame
With a love for riches and power and
fame!
Oh, oh, man! while the sun is high—
On to the certain joys that lie
Yonder where blazeth the noon of day!
Over the hills and far away
Over the hills and far away!
Over the hills and far away
An old man lingers at close of day;
Now that his journey is almost done,
His battles fought and his victories won—
The old time honesty and truth,
The truthfulness and the friends
youth,
Home and mother—where are they?
Over the hills and far away
Over the hills and far away’
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THE MASTER HAND.
It was four o'clock. School was
out and the sunshine had gone.
Klaus came into the sober front
parlor, his round cheeks red with
the cold, and lit the candles for his
practice hour. Wonderful the can-
dles were to Klaus, for father and
mother had brought the silver can-
dlesticks from Germany in that dim
past before the dawn of things,
when little Klaus was not.
Time was a year ago, when
Klaus had hated his fiddle to the
very pegs. Butit had happened
late one afternoon, when Klaus was
watching the strange, slow hoats on
the canal, that he had heard some-
body playing in an upper room near
Oy so softly that Klaus
had to creep into the alley to hear.
From there he could catcha glimpse
through a window, of a white, pow-
erful hand sweeping in soft, sure
curves, a motion that seemed part
of the sound itself.
Of a sudden the hand quivered
like a bird hovering, and a great
shower of notes came fluttering
down into the alley. That was
“pouncing-bow,” the impossible feat
to Klaus, whose bow drew so slant-
ingly over the strings or became 80
cramped in his fingers.
Then there was moment's pause,
and Klaus was turning to go home,
when a wonderful melody rang out
in the twilight. It was so real, SO
lovely and full of a gentleness all
new to Klaus, that he stopped,
trembling, Poor little Klaus, he
listened and listened, wondering at
first, then forgetting even to wonder
so tender of heart he was.
Long after the music had ceased,
Klaus stood there in the narrow
place against the wall. When he
came out, the canal lay like smooth
gold between straight banks, and
the very air was filled with golden
notes out of the setting sun. The
Old City Hospital looked like a
castle against the light: and down
the canal a few blocks away a boat
floated upon the gold, so still, so
strange, it seemed to Klaus as
though it, too, could think and listen
even as he went home scarcely
knowing when he turned the corner.
When we have lived in this won-
derful world awhile we find that to
each of us comes an hour like the
hour of sunrise, Such to Klaus—
though he did not know it-—was
that evening hour when he listened
against the wall. He did not know
why he began to practice more
carefully, or why he slipped away
from other boys, to listen to the
string quartette that rehearsed on
Saturdays in his father's room.
But his father, who played the
‘cello so many years to give Klaus
bread and butter the wise father
saw and understood; and because he
was wise he said nothing, until one
day he came in and caught Klaus
playing very sweetly and clearly on
his fiddle. Then he took him by the
hand and led him over to the great
professor at the Music College, who
received him without
his class. And it became Klaus's
one ambition to hear the old pro-
fessor say thoughtfully and slowly,
when the lesson was finished: “Good!
good! Now do better next time.”
But the praises were few and the again
“Yes,” said the horn-player, mov-|
frowns came almost every day.
So it was that on this winter af-
ternoon Klaus came in haste to
light the fire and the candles. He
set his fiddle against his knee and
ulled its little black ears to putit
n tune. Then he began to practice
bow-exercises before a mirror, care-
fully and with that patience which
is given just to certain years of our
life. The Herr Professor had called
him “stupid, stupid!” and the cold
boyish fingers trembled on the fing-
“Prac- |
tice is to think,” he had added with
er-board remembering it.
wise uplifted fingers—“to think, so
fine, so clear! Lessons do no he
only that” And so Klaus set
face hard toward the task.
Presently he was roused by some
one brushing along the narrow hall, |
and two of the orchestra men push-|
ed slowly in, leading his father,
“He slipped on the ice,” said one.
“It's his left wrist.”
Klaus seemed to be dreaming.
His father sank into the chair, while
one of the men carried the ‘cello
over to the corner, setting it down
in silence. As he did so the father
looked up and made a gesture that
frightened Kalus, Could it be that
he would not play again—his father,
who had played always?
It was a busy evening.
which she had made herself, so much
a word into
with great gesture
fessor strode back to the Music
is
‘had no wish to spy, but how could
he speak when the master was strid-
ing up and down? Klaus quite lost
his courage and forget all that had
Grand- |
mother brought down the liniment
with pale, set face ran hastily up
and down the stair. But upon the
subject of the ‘cello they kept
silence. It stood in its corner, its
polished scroll curving nobly, its
graceful back, of which father was
so proud, glimmering with elusive
lights and shadows. Klaus passed
its corner by with averted face and
swelling tears,
That night Klaus found his moth-
er sitting pale and wearied-looking
by the kitchen fire.
“You are tired,” he said; “you
must rest now a little.”
“Oh, Klaus, what shall we do?
She spoke suddenly, dripping her
two hands together upon her lap.
“There is so little money now.”
“Oh, don't mother,” he said as she
bent her head and hid her face from
him “Don’t! I will help you.”
“I will help you,” he said again
in a new voice. And his mother
rose and laid her head against his
shoulder as if he had been a man,
Ther they went up-stairs together.
Next morning Klaus went stamp-
ing down the street, blowing his
fingers for the cold. He found his
way to the office of the bandmaster.
“What can you play?” he asked,
looking doubtfully at Kiaus's red
face.
“I can play —anything!" Klaus felt
that he could—that morning, “Just
try me once,” and Klaus's face light-
ed with a smile. “Well,” said the
bandmaster, slowly. “Perhaps —
_ Could you play the cymbals?”
“Oh, yes!"
“Then come this afternoon at two.
There is a funeral.”
Surely never beat so happy a heart
at a funeral as that of Klaus as he
marched along the street behind
the glittering bass horn. Klaus play-
ed with a will, striking the cymbals
past each other with the same free
movement that men had used before
him in old Egypt, before the days of
Christ. The powerful sound of them
seemed to surround him and to
shiver through his very veins, But
every few moments the edge of the
disks in his unskilled hands came
striking sharply against his wrists,
so that they bled from the cuts.
That night Klaus dropped two
shining silver thalers into his moth-
er's apron.
But the reckoning came on the
morrow when Klaus must go to his
lesson, for the cuts on his wrists
grew stiff and sore in the night,
and his hands were swollen.
“Never mind the bow-exercise to-
day. We will take first the etude,”
said the professor, as he tuned
Klaus’s violin to save time,
Klaus began—
“Sawristi! The how
cried the Herr Professor,
Klaus stick off the strings, in a
temper. “So, again!”
And Klaus began at the begin
nin, only to play worse than ever.
“It's my hands,” he said, with a
little struggle in his throat.
“Not the hands merely but a
stupid carelessness,” returned the
Herr Professor, striding scornfully
up the narrow room.
“No, truly it is the hands,” plead-
ed Klaus. “I cut them yesterday on
the cymbals.” :
“On the cymbals!” repeated the
master, stopping directly before
Klaus, “Dreadful, dreadful! Put up
the fiddle,” he continued, sternly,
and Klaus obeyed in trembling haste.
He had known pupils who were sent
home from the lesson, but it had
never happened to him before. As
he opened the door the master call-
ed to him:
“1 will come soon to thy house.
I will see thy father.” But Klaus
paid no heed to further disgrace or
rebuke. He turned for hiding into
a vicant room. The tears were
mastering him, and he was far too
is slanted,”
striking
miserable to take up at once the
thread of his childish day.
Presently he heard the master’s
heavy emphatic step go down the
hall and away. Klaus longed torun
after him to beg for just five min-
utes—for a single moment, even—of
trial. But the footsteps died into
silence while he hesitated, Then
Klaus, tenacious little German that
he was, crept back into the master's
room, determined to wait for his
return and beg his lesson once more.
The Herr Professor had no
thought of returning, but went
briskly along the bank of the canal
and up the crowded ways, At
Klaus's door-step he stood quite
still, rubbing the back of his head,
any saying between his’ teeth.
“Blockhead! Fool! What am I doing?”
Then he turned away. At the cor-
ner he met the horn-player who had
helped to bring Klaus's father to
his home.
“Are you going to Herr Knuckle's?
he demanded. “What can you say
to him? What can you say to that
‘poor fellow? He has broken his left pa
wrist. Why, man, he will never play
! Do you understand?”
ing his big feet uneasily, as if he
had been caught in mischief. “But
one must say something. You
| wouldn't—""
“Say something! Ach Himmel!
That is a worse stupidity than mine.
But go—go! Perhaps you under-
stand to comfort. Never to play—
and such a tone—such good, whole-
some playing! Ach Himmel!” and
the Herr Pro-
College.
Klaus had crept back into the
master’s alcove, musty with old
German books and music. He was
silent as the master came in. He
| been in his heart to say. Presently,
| without warning,
ed open his double fiddle-case and
| took from it his precious Guarneri-
us. Was Klaus to hear him play,
indeed! In the lessons, he had given
only fragments in burning tones,
runs clipped thrilling from the fin-
gerhoard, or again only a word or
a gesture that showed the heart of
things. Now he was to play! The
| violin trembled and rang under the
attack of his onening chords, and
| then the clear “first melody” soar-
| ed forth, rich as the color of tulips
better than the doctor's; mother
the master whipp-
in the sun-—the
had uplifted the heart of Klaus long
ago in the spring twilight, when he
had held him, flitting now, now
coming to him in full light. Long
hours had Klaus himself wrestled
with it when he was alone—now
remembering and again filling in the
lost spaces with his own musical
thought, playing, humming, crying
sometimes with eagerness and vex-
ation. Why had he not known be-
fore? That white hand, that tone,
they all were his master’s.
Klaus came out of his corner as
if he had been called; his face had
upon it a look of wisdom and won-
der, as of something hidden away in
the heart that cannot speak,
The master saw him and stopped.
“Klaus, child, art thou still here?
What is it with thee? Wilt
play?" for Klaus's eyes were
upon the violin.
“Yes—oh, let me try,” said Klaus,
breathlessly, quite forgetting the in-
jured hands,
He tucked the precious Guarnerius
under his chin. His bow wondered
a little, for he could not master the
chords; then from him also flcated
the marvelous melody. The boy's
tone was different from his master’s,
very crude at times, but ever and
again struggling out of its bonds
into glorious fullness and individu-
ality. It was the heart of Klaus,
and none other. The Herr Professor
had sometimes seen its faint fore-
shadowing, but never anything so
full and complete, for Klaus had
never before played for him any-
thing he could love supremely. The
melody came to a close, and Klaus
went on with his own improvisation,
threading his way to the second
melody which remained his
memory.
“The young rascal!” muttered the
Herr Professor,
He walked tothe end of the room,
nodding his head, listening with
closed eyes, or following with up-
lifted finger the trend of modula-
tion. As Klaus stood there the
music possessed him, swaying his
body ever so lightly, as if it were
breathing upon a flame, giving to
his head now and thena motion of
emphasis in which were noth joy and
power. Klaus had forgotten the
master's presence, It was only when
he had closed the music with full,
slowly declining notes that he be-
came shy again, and longed to lay
by the violin and run away.
But the Herr Professor laid his
hands on his shoulders, looking down
into his face as Klaus had never
seen him look before.
“Klaus, dear child, dear child,”
he said softly, “you are to play.
Remember, it is a God-gift to you.
Do not imagine it is yourself.”
He still held him, looking at him,
and Klaus had no words to answer.
Suddenly the Herr Professor's face
brightened, “Come,” he said, “let
us go to that good father of thine.
He shall play again in his son. I
was an old blockhead before,”
Klaus watched him, wonderingly,
as he bundled himself again into his
greatcoat with its broad fur collar.
Then the master took Klaus by the
hand and they went out together,
People who passed them on the
street wondered where the great
musician had found the shy, rosy
cheeked boy, and why he smiled so
thou
fixed
in
lovingly upon him, as if he were his |
in’
own.—By Caroline Dale Parke
St. Nicholas.
REAL ESTATE TRANSFERS.
John F. Garner, et ux, to William
Bloom, tract in Patton Twp.; $1.
William Bloom, et ux, to John F.
Garner, tract in Ferguson Twp.; $1,
J. Herbert Waite, et al, to J,
Franklin Long, tract in Walker
Twp.; $1.
Adam H. Krumrine, et ux, to
Fannie E. Boeger, tract in Ferguson
Twp.; $1.
Annie K, McGirk to Geraldine BE.
Craft, tract in Philipsburg; $1,
Geraldine E. Craft to Charles E,
Bhacink, et al, tract in Philipsburg;
John H. Detwiler, et al, to Harry
J. Bower, tract in Haines and Penn
‘Twps.; $2,300.
William D. Custard, et ux, to
Regina Moffet, tract in State Coi-
lege; $1.
Regina Moffet to William D. Cust-
ard, et ux, tract in State College;
$1.
P. W. Cowher to W. L. Rhule,
tract in Worth Twp.; $950.
J. F. Wilson, et to J.D
Lukens, tract in Philipsburg; $1.
Agnes L. Lukens to Ruth E.
Lukens, tract in Philipsburg; $1.
Olive H. Webber, et al, to Pi Chap-
ter House Corporation of Tau Kap-
ilon Fraternity, tract in
State College; $1,
Edward G. Brown, et ux, to Eliz-
abeth A.Brown, etux, tract in Har-
ris Twp.; $5,000.
william H. Vaughn to Clarence
Hoover, tract in Rush Twp,; $1.
Maurice H. Bell to Lemont Young
American Band, Inc. tract in Col-
lege Twp.; $1.
ANOTHER LIQUOR RAID
very melody that
FARM NOTES.
—Profitable turkey raising is
largely a matter of proper manage-
ment.
—Hens need minerals both for
body maintenance and shell forma-
tion.
—The best time to market Leg-
horn cockerels is when they are
broiler size, and the earlier you
market them the more you get for
them, though they bring a good
price up to July 1.
—1It is probably best to use two
geese with one gander. Sometimes
three are mated but best results will
be had from the closer mating.
—In feeding geese it is always
advisable to have plenty of water
near at hand as they do not swal-
low well unless it is washed down.
— Broilers pay good returns when
they are marketed sufficiently early
in the spring.
—Experiments at the Pennsylvania
State College reveal that nitrogen-
ous fertilizers should be applied to
sod orchards in the spring soon after
the tips of the branch buds begin
and the blossom buds show pink,
—Molting of pullets at this time
may have been caused by early
heavy production, sudden changes
in temperature, fright, changes in
housing, round worms, tape worms,
or chronic coccidiosis,
—Dairy cows use their feed to
build muscle, hair, and bone, to
furnish curd material and butterfat
for the milk, to keep the body
warm, to store fat in the body, and
to furnish energy for the body pro-
cesses. Protein, carbohydrates, and
fat are neaded to supply these needs.
—Water is one of the most im-
portant factors in vegetable grow-
ing. It should be available for
both home and commercial garden-
ing wherever possible.
Results obtained in an experi-
ment with sod orchards at the Penn-
sylvania State College indicate that
the fruit grower should produce the
maximum amount of organic matter
by means of the sod, maintain the
sod as long as necessary for tree
growth which can be secured by use
of economical amounts of fertilizer
nitrogen, then plow or disc the or-
chard, and later reestablsh the sod.
~Dahlia bulbs should be examined
to see that they are keeping well.
If they are shriveling, cover them
with sand. If they show signs of
starting to grow they should be
kept in a cooler place.
Good sires should head every
dairy herd milked for profit. This
will insure a high standard of pro-
duction in the next generation.
Joint ownership of sires and co-
operative bull associations help to
get these results.
—Thin stands of young seeding
sometimes can be thickened by sow-
ing more seed early in the spring,
especially if it is harrowed in or
drilled in with a disk drill, Clover
or alfalfa sown in the spring should
make a cutting of hay by late sum-
mer.
Wire netting made of 16-guage
wire and 1% inch mesh has been
found satisfactory for use between
the chicken roosts and the dropping
boards. It keeps the chickens off
the boards and catches any eggs
laid by the birds on the perches.
Motor trucks are being used
more and more to transport fruits
‘and vegetables from the place of
production to market. Products
have been carried 600 miles this
way, but the average for long trips
is 100 miles,
— Preparations for the 1931 flower
garden include ordering seeds and
plants, obtaining fertilizers, buying
or repairing garden tools and ac-
cessories, and getting materials for
fighting insects and diseases. -
—Whether
the store or butchered at home,
“Market Meats,” a circular sent
free to those who request it by the
Agricultural Extension Service, State
College, Pa., will be found helpful.
It describes cuts of beef, pork, and
mutton, gives recipes, and tells how
to cure meats.
—Use of shavings in the nests
clean. In a
helps to keep eggs
comparison of shavings and straw
‘as nest material, one-fourth of the
eggs laid in straw were dirty, while
meat is purchased at
‘90 per cent of the eggs laid in
shavings were clean,
—The future lives of some 50,-
000,000 bees, a rough estimate of
the number which now inhabit the
hives of Monroe county, is in the
‘hands of half a dozen human ex-
perts. |
The aplary
ly aid the pollination of the treesin
kingdoms, which great- |
NEAR JERSEY SHORE. {ye county's famous fruit belt, have
Another big liquor raid was made
lin the vicinity of Jersey Shore, last
Friday, and on the Ray Bauman
‘farm, which adjoins the Gheen farm,
where a raid had been made the
Saturday previous, 28,600 gallons of
two to three year old whisky was
found, Hundreds of barrels and ten-
gallon kegs were found in the barn
and in the cellar of the farm house,
and the estimated value of the liquor
! was over $400,000. The house was
occupied by Peter Bauman, who was
| placed under arrest, Most of the
| liquor was destroyed, the barrels
land kegs being rolled into a fleld
| and the heads knocked in.
The Logan fire company was
| called out, on Sunday afternoon, by
|a flu fire on a house on Fifth Ave,
| but their services were not needed.
become weakened by a scourge, and
|a half-dozen experts from the State |
| Agricultural Department at Albany |
| have gone to their rescue, :
| The men arrived several days ago, |
and set out, armed with face s, |
| mufflers and gloves, to sack and |
| burn the homes and members of the
| weaker tribes, and transport the
| stronger ones to new hives, with an
|eye to aheartier and more abundant
| fruit crop next year. |
| The disease, which has particu-|
(larly affected the apiaries of that |
section, has been killing millions of |
| the creatures, still in the larvae]
| stage, and the fruit growers have
become worried. However, farm bu- |
reau officials believe that
before |
the summer is over, the bee colonies |
| will be in a strict sanitary condi-
| tion, and destined to be the fore-
[Pes of a healthy generation.
| ——Subscribe for the Watchman
D. you have
to feel your way
down the back
stairs?
Good light for
every stairway
and a handy
switch to turn it
on may prevent
a serious accident
in your home.
WEST
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FEWER ACCIDENTS
———Driving along the road in
Pennsvalley, one day last week,
John F.Musser, of Bellefonte, no-
ticed a burlap bag lying in a fence
corner. Stopping his car he pro-
ceeded to investigate and untying
the bag discovered that it contained
the head and hide of a recently kill-
ed deer. Not wishing to be caught
with the goods he retied the bag
and left it lie where he found it.
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