THE COLUMBIAN, BLOOMSBURG, PA. , THE LITTLE MINSTREL. ktta hand ire colled, his throat Is bur. Hit face Is streaked with dirt and thin, jfcnd many a Blip Is In the air He plays upon hln violin; IK M dress dwells within h!s i-yes, The shoes are rng;td in his feet, Ifcnd scoffers stop to critlclue The little minstrel In the street. There by the curb he plays away Where Hakes float past and winds bll. chill. fcnd maybe, as the critics say. He lacks the tutored nrtut's fklll But now and then a little strain Played faultlessly and soft and sweet iaU up from wn,r h stands out there The little minstrel In the street. ragged little minstrel, why Must people listen but to hear The raise note, ever passing by The strain that rlnes soft and clear? m. It were well with us If we Mlpht In our own ways sound the sweet md faultless notes as oft ns he The little minstrel In the street. 8. K. Klser. In Chicago Record-Herald. THROUGH A PENSTOCK By ALiBERT W.TOhJVI RJi. WHILE on a rnihvny Journey be tween Springfield nnd T-oston a few months npo 1 shared my seat with a quiet, well-dressed man of middle ag-e. Some trivial circum stance enpned im in conversation, and I learned thnt my fellow passen ger was an assistant superintendent in a Maine pulp mill. On his watch chain hunp a wooden rhnrm, a dop's head, enrved with such grotesque and peculiur tiglinesH that I had difficulty in keeping my eyes away from it. Whenever he looked Out of the window my trlance feturned to the charm. At last I could restrain my curiosity no long-er, and with an apology made some comment on the tranpeness of the ornament. lie iook my inquisitiveness in jrood part, and was kind enough to tell me the lory of the charm. "Yes," he said, "it's a queer-looking piece of wood. It was carved for me 0 years ago by a friend who had a knack for that kind of work. It's the Qnly thing I have to remember him by, and so I think a pood, deal of it. Hut I've another strong reason for recall ing the birch snng he whittled it from, sjrid it may interest you to hear it. "When I was between 25 and 30 years old I was at work in a mill on the Kenebec river. My regular posi tion was that of foreman of one of the departments, but as I was very bandy with tools, I often did odd jobs o accommodate the superintendent. "One August morning there was trouble with the wooden grate that kept drift stuff from getting into the penstock, which is, as you know, the great tube of iron or banded plank conveying the water from the mill race to the wheel. In the last high water a log had broken one of the upper spruce bars. "The mill was running overtime to fill extra orders, and the company did not wish to close it for half a day un less it was absolutely necessary. So I was asked to repair the damage with out shutting the pate at the headif the race. I looked at the break and saw that it would be no very difficult task to patch it while the water was on. provided the grate were swung back against the nide of the conduit. So I sent for my tools and went to work. "It was a drowsy midsummer morn tng. Drngon flies and swallows were darting over the surface of tjje river, and from the stubble fields on each fcirte came the shrill rasping sound of the grasshopper. In the street above a group of little girls were laughing and playing. Several hundred feet up the river, under a grove of leaning willows, was a swimming hole, where half dozen boys were disporting themselves. "If I had not been Interrupted three of four times by messengers from my department in the mill, I should have finished the job In less than an hour. As It was, it was almost noon before tie break was repaired to my satis faction. The hot sun beat down on my head as I worked away at the grating; below, the smooth, brown water ran steadily into the flume. "With my back to the race, I was putting a few final touches on my work close to the water, when some thing happened that for a minute frightened me horribly. There came 8 sharp clutch at my sleeve. whirled round in surprise, and sAw something like a lean brown arm rising from the water! I shook it off, and another arm rose slowly and de liberately and seemed to make a me chanical effort to grasp me, while the first as slowly sank out of sight. "They were the long roots of a water soaked stump that had lain for months, perhaps years, on the river bottom, and had now been swept by the current to the head of the flume. It was against just such unwelcome visitors as this that the grate was designed to be a barrier. ''Now appeared a huge octopus-like body, revolving gradually in the flood. It hung for a moment at the opening rf the penstock, and then disappeared down the dark cavity, its roots scrap ing against the sides and top as it polled over. t'l snatched a boat-hook that lay on t)ie embankment and made on effort io &x Its steel tooth in the slimy stump. For a moment I thought I had succeed ed. I leaned over a little farther; the earth crumbled under me, and I fell ihead foremost Into the racel "As I fell I caught with my hands at ttbe lower part of the grating. My weight swung It out into the current. ,which immediately whirled it to; and there I hung, my body tailing off into the penstock, dragged down by the clutch of the water. "My position wait a terrible one. I Was holding on merely by the tlpi of try fingers, which were hooked round one of the wooden bars. The current lashed my body from one side of the pipe to the tfther. If I loosed my grip in the slightest I should be swept to death. He low me was the thousand feet of steel tube, through which anlr resistiblc torrent was shooting; and at its end was the great wheel, revolv ing with the swiftness of light, rnd ready to lacerate and mangle what ever might be hurled against it. "The penstock was perfectly traight, ami about eight feet in diam eter. For the first hundred yards a gradually decreasing portion of its top was above ground. Just where It dis appeared beneath the earth was nn open manhole, covered by a heavy wire screen. For the remainder of its length it was buried at an increasing depth beneath the surface, till it passed through the foundation wall of the mill end came out in the lowest basement, to pour its flood Into the wheel-pit. There was another open manhole a few feet from the end of the pipe. "As I clung to the grating, with my face barely above the surface, 1 could see the little twigs and chips drawn into the current and sucked down the smooth incline. I tried to pull myself up to the grating In the hope that 1 might climb out of reach of the water that was draegitig me down. "But so slight was my hold that I could not pet sufficient purchase to do this; and I was afraid to relax my grip in the least for fear that I might be swept away brfore I cnu'.d regain it. "It was plain that this state of af fairs could not last very long. The strain was in nowise violent or rough, but it was steady. Far behind me down the long tunnel I could hear the water falling on the wheel. My fingers were growing numb. Little by little the strength was leaving them. I could not hold on much longer. Would no one come to rescue me? I thought of my wife and children, and clung with renewed energy. I shouted. But who could hear me. imprisoned as I was in the mouth of the pipe? "Suddenly steps approached outside, and through the top of the grating above me I saw a red-whiskered face looking down. It was the Scotch en gineer. I could see the little beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, and two or three wisps of thin red hair plastered down on his flushed skin. "'Heaven preserve us!' I heard him say. 'It's Bickmorc! Hold on, man, and I'll save ye!' "ne waved his hand to encourage me, and disappeared. I heard him run ning swiftly toward the mill. Then the sound of his footsteps died away. "At the upper end of the channel that fed the penstock was the heavy wooden gate, operated from the engine-room by a system of rods and levers I knew that Sandy was hurrying to close this gate and cut off the flow of the water into the race. "But he had come too late. "Not five seconds after his face dis appeared my numbed fingers lost their grip, and I was swept like a feather down the penstock. "The stream was only about four feet deep, and flowed with very little sound or turmoil. I managed to keep my head above the surface, and occa sionally my feet touched bottom as I was borne along. But to stop my progress was simply impossible. The current was too strong and too swift. "Occasionally 1 was dashed against the iron sides of the pipe, and involun tarily threw out my hands to clutch at them. Vain effort! for the sides were smooth and slimy; and even had I been able to arrest my course, my arms would have been torn from their sock ets by the resistless power that was hurrying me along. "Overhead a square of light flashed by. I had already gone a hundred yards and passed under the open man hole. Through its frame 1 caught what I felt was probably my last glimpse of blue sky. The branch of a poplar hung above the opening, and I saw its green leaves bright in the sun. Then darkness came again. "On through the cylinder I rushed. I do not know how long it took roe to traverse that thousand feet. It was probably io the neighborhood of two minutes. I remember looking back and seeing the round, white, grated mouth of the penstock growing steadily smaller and farther off. And every sec ond tht roar at the other end was be coming louder and louder. From the utter darkness in front the roar of the beaten water boomed up the narrow tunnel. In a few seconds all would be over. "The end came before I had expected it. With a shock that drov the breath out of my body, I was flung against something rough and sharp and hard, something that seemed to clutch me with several arms, bruising and wounding me. I knew nothingelse, for at that moment I lost consciousness. "When I came to myself, I was lying on a heap of paper waste in the base ment of the mill, naif a dozen of the workmen were around me. I felt sick and weak. My clothing was torn in several places, and I was covered with bruises. But' to me the miracle was that I was still alive and that my bones were whole. "The very thing that had been the cause of my peril had in the end proved to be my safety. The birch stump had been swept down the penstock, until, within a few feet of the wheelits roots had caught on the edge of the last manhole. The shock of my body had dislodged it, but fortunately for me its hold was not entirely loosened until the engineer had closed the gate of the race and stopped the wheel. Just as the last root gave way the force of the water abated. "I had been found insensible in the very end of the pipe. Death bad been only a few seconds away from me. 4' his watch-charm was carved out of a piece of the stump that uived my life," Youth's Companion. Then and How. "Wedman, you and your good lady don't seem to get on so well together as you used. How is that? "Well, she's a bit changed, old man. At first she was bliss now she's a blis ter!" Ally Sloper. He la Deal Row. Rnodgrass What's become of Taw ler? I have not seen him for mx months or more. He had one foot in the grave then. Snively He has six feet in now. Harlem Life. Ttint'a Itlahl Tm, Mrs. Winks I wonder why it i that people alwnys call a locomotive "she"? Mr. Binks I don't know, I'm sure, unless it Is because she Isn't good for jiueh without a man to run her. Bomerville Journal. A Hint from Dnd. "Darling, please answer me," he fair ly moaned, as he stood In the center of the parlor. "I am on the rack." "So is your hat," shouted the old gentleman, who had a gallery seat on the tairway. Tit-Bita. After the Proposal. He Do you thii-k your mother will be surprised? She Yes, indeed She was saying only this afternoon that she didn't be lieve you'd ever get up the courage to propose. Judge. Veiled Snrrnam. Mrs. Wedderly I wonder why It ia that single men are always the most anxious to go to war? Wedderly I suppose it'a because they don't know what war really is. Chicago Daily News. Correct Information. Johnny is sent to the corner drug ttore for a box of Dr. Blank's pellets. "Anti-bilious?' asks the clerk. "Oh, no," comes Johnnie's answer, "uncle's sick." N. Y. Timea. After the Finish. Jaggles The fees of fashionable surgeons are something enormous. Waggle Yet the autopsy often di tlosea that they operated fox noth ing at all Town Topic. A Word to Wombn. Any sick woman is invited to consult hy letter with l)r K. V. 1'ierce, chief consulting physician of the In valids' Hotel ami Surgical Institute, Buffalo, N. Y. In an active practice of more than thirty years, assisted lv a itafT of nearly a score of associate physicians Dr. Pierce has treated and cured over half a million women. All diseases peculiar to women are treated with success. This consultation by letter is absolutely free. Every letter is treated as strictly private and sacredly Cunhdential Answers are mailed promptly giving the best of medical advice. All answers are sent in plain envelopes bearing on them no printing of any kind. Writ.! without fear and without fee to Dr. K. V. Pierce, Buffa lo, N. Y. The girls with sm ill waists usually have great staying qualities. SrKKCIII.ESS AN O PARALYZED. "I had valvular disease of the heart," writes Mrs. J. S. CSoixle, of Truro, N. S. "I suffered terribly and was often speechless and par tially paralyzed. One dose of Dr. Agnew's Cure for the Ileirl gave me instant relief, and before I finished one bottle 1 was alile to go aliout. To day I am a well woman." Sold by C. A. Kleini. ( A Great Surprise is in store for all who ' use Kemp's Balsam for the Throat and Lungs, the great guaranteed remedy. Would you believe that it is sold on its merits and any druggist is authorized by he proprietor of this wonderful remedy to give you a sam ple bottle tree ? It never fails to cure acute or chronic coughs. All druggists sell Kemp's Balsam. Price, 25 and 50c. 2 Ijd-tt ' The political pull is often applied to legs. McOluro's Magazine For March. Good Stories and Timely Articles In Many Different Fields. The distinction of the March number of "McClure's Magazine" lies no less in the re markably well considered variety of its con tents than in the exce lence of individual nicies. Three very timely and yet very different articles are Carl Snyder's account of the wonderful medical discoveries of Professor Loeb of Chicago University, which two months agj startled the whole scientific world, and which ate now first clearly nd soundly treated in popular form ; Julian , Ralph's concise review of Conan Doyle's great book on the Boer War, just published; and a character sketch hy Maurice Sherman Porter of "Denis Mulvihill, Stoker and ' Mayor," the new mayor of Bridgeport, Conn, and one of the most picturesque figures in American political life to-day, I An historical essay, in vivid narrative form, ' is Ida M. Tarbell's story of the trial of Aaron Burr, a dramatic and yet little known episode of American history. Clara Morris has a paper on her old friend, himself best known as the founder of the Society for the Preven tion of Cruelty to Animals, Henry flergh, enlivened with the kind of anecdotes which Miss Morris knows so well how to tell. William Davenport llullert writes about the "Life of a Canada Lynx' in the same fresh and simple way in which he has already told about the other wild animals of our North- . em forests. A pleasant paper of the "Next to the Ground" series is Martha McCullouch Williams' "Cow." The stories are all good and all different. George Madden Martin has another Emmy Lou story, "All the Winds of Doctrine,' which shows the little heroine strupglmg in the Fifth Reader with the mysteries of creeds and the Dictionary. Norman Duncan's '-The Raging of the Sea," is a moving story of a battle with the storm in a cranky Newfound land fisherman's punt. In "Mrs. Atwood's Outer haiment," M..ry Stewart Cutting tells with delightfully quiet humor a little story of a new dress for the mother of a family. Ohauncey Thomas contributes "Kiowa's Revival," a rattling tale of the ttick that the cowmen of Kiowa played 011 the eastern par son who come to live anvng them. "Barn door's Romance," by Carrie Hunt Lotta, is a homely little idyll of farm life. Mist Daskam's "Verses for a Child" are simple and quaint and childlike, mid are beautifully illustrated with decorative borders by Ethel Franklin Belts. Some people couldn't break into society with a burglar's kit. O ASTO n. I -A. . Bears ths J 8 ou Hav8 m1S 8r (Zm&Zza Intuition, Terhapa, After they had been silent for a .long time she timidly asked: "Do you arry a lovechnrni?" "No," he answered. "Why?" "Well, I I don't know, but nome sow something seemed to make me think that you must, because because oh, dear, you know, I just thought perhaps you must, for I well, If you don't, of course, no mattf r." After he had kissed her for about the twentieth t.lme she looked tip into his handsome, manly face and nsked: "Alfred, dear, how did you ever guess that I eared for you?" 'hicngo Uco ord-Herald. The Woman of It. BhouM Jack propose to-night, ot every plea I'd laugh, and say to him. with manner cool, "You've wooed and Jilted others; ns for me, In love I'm. much too wise for you to fool!" I'd flay and torture him, I'd lnugh and Jeer, In proving him presumptuous take de licht. And then, should he persist eh, then, I fear I'd answer "Yes" should Jack propose to-rlghtl Town Topics. OH. SO M'DDElt. Miss Short Isn't mv name surd misfit, Mr. Long? Mr. Long (thoughtlessly) Yes, rather. If you could have mine it would be all right, wouldn't it? Miss Short Oh, Mr. Long, this is so Budden. London Punch. theToW does IT- Benson's Plasters are like your other friends they hate to see you in pain or ' in weakness and are dog-tired hearing yon complain about it. They want to curt you and send you along to your business whole and happy. They can do it and will do it. Try them on. what for? Why for any cough or cold yon maybe trouble'd with, or any bothering pain or ache, or worry with kidneys or liver. Possibly some old clutch of muscular rheumatism renders au arm or a leg worth ouly half price just now. For anything that makes the machine work slow and stiff, with pain maybe In the motion of it, clap a Benson's Porous Plaster squarely on the bad spot. They are the geUout-to-morrov plasters not the sort that go to sleep on yuur skin like a cat on a cushion, 'there Is comfort and speedy relief in the touch of them. No other external remedy, no mat ter how made or how called, is worthy to live in the same street with Ben son's Plasters. Pains and ailments melt away under them as a sheet of ice does un der the Spring sun. You cannot foretell the weather but you can always foretell the effect of Benson's Plasters; it is as sure as the effect of a hot breakfast in a hungry man's stomach. But look out for substitutes. Get the genuine. All drug gists, or we will prepay postage on any number ordered iu the United States on receipt ef 25o. each, fieabury & Johnson, Mfg. Chemists, N.T. The outcome of a courtship often de pends upon the income. Cataurii and colds relieved IN 10 TO 60 Minutes. O'te short puff of the breath through the blower supplied with each bottle of Dr. Aimew's Catarrhal Powder diffuses this powder over the surface ol the nasal passages. Painless and delightful to use. It relieves instantly, and permanently cures catarrh, bay fever, colds, headache, sore throat, tonsilitis and deafness. 50 cents. Sold by C. A. Kleim. 21 Even the vegetarian isn't averse to making both ends meet. OABTOllIA. Bears the ,4 lh8 K'nl1 rlavB Alwa)fS Bought The Markets. BLOOMSBURG MARKETS. CORRUCTED WEEKLY. RETAIL I'R ICES. Butter, per pound...... $ 24 Eggs, per dozen 34 Lard, per pound 14 Ham. per pound 14 Beef (quarter), per pound 6 to 8 Wheat, per bushel I 00 Oats. do - 65 Rye, do 60 Flour per Lb) 4 40 Hay, per ton 14 00 Potatoes, (new), per bushel 1 10 Turnips, do , 40 Tallow, per pound 05 bhoulder, do 10 Side meat, do 09 Vmecar, per qt oc Dried apples, per pound 06 Cow hides, do 3J Steer do do. 05 Calf skin 80 Sheep pelts 75 Shelled corn, per bushel 90 Corn meal, cwt..... 200 llrnn, cwt 1 40 Chop, cwt I 50 Middlings, cwt I 40 Chickens, per pound, new., jo do do old.. 10 Geese, do I Ducks, do 13 do 08 COAL. Number 6, delivered 3 50 do 4 and 5 delivered 4 40 do 6, at yard 3 do ,4 and 5, at yard ; 4 an ab- raw Tho Kind You llavo Always Bought, nnd which lias been iu use for over SO years, lias homo tho sirrnatiiro of - nml lias been malo under his per jP wmal supervision slneo Its Infancy. WtOtfV3f ucU4 Allow 110 0110 to tlecel vo you In this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and " Just-ns-good" nro but Experiments that trillo with nnd endanger tho health of Infants and Chlldrcii-Kxpcrlcnco against Experiment. What is CASTORIA Castorla Is a harmless substrate for Castor OH, Pare goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It Is Pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Nareotlo tmbstaiice. Its ago Is Its guarantee. It destroys "Worms nnd allays Fevcrlshncss. It cures Diarrhtea and AVind Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation nnd Flatulency. H assimilates the Food, regulates tho Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural lccp. Tho Children's Panacea Tho Mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS S7 Bears the The KM You Have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years. THI eCMT.US .OMMNV, Tt MURRAY aTRIIT. REW VORR CITV. ALEXANDER BROTHERS & CO. .DEALERS IN .Cigars, Tobicco Candies, Fruits and Nuts SOLE AGENTS FOR Henry Maillard's Fine Candies. Fresh Every "Week. J Ft.tTifcT'x ' Goods a. Specialty, SOLE AGENTS FOR F. F. Adams & Co's Fine Cut Chewing Tobacco Sole agent B tor tbe following brands of Cigar- Honry Clay, Londrcs, Normal, Indian Princess, Samson, Silver A Bloomsburg, Pa. IF YOU ARE CARPE T, or OIL 70U WILL FIND Doois abene Court Hoimc. A lar$;e lot of Window Curtains in stock. A Short Btjview of the Maroh Ladies' '1 Home Journal. The March number of the Ladies' Home ournal is an admirable example of a real home" magazine. From the beautiful cover, by Mr. W. L. Taylor, to the very last page it i replete with delightful fiction and meresting articles. The number opens with the unique story of "The Sexton Who Ruled New York City," by William Perrine, and then comes a real treat, another "Lady or the Tiger" atory, by the same Stockton who gave us that remarkable tale of mystery. This one is called "My Balloon Hunt." Neltje Blanchan begins a series of unusual articles about birds and their "personali ties," and "The Dominie" tells au amusing story of his journeyings in Europe with two companions. Then there it the second in stallment of Miss Portor 1 "Those Days in Old Virginia," and a page of pictures of "lietty Country Homes from 9400 to $3200." "His Mother" is a touching story by Kate Whiiing latch, and the fourth of I he Kusselli in Chicaco" show us some of the odd customs and characteristics of the "Windy City." Mr. Bok's editorial is written under the title "She Dasn't," and deals fearlessly with the woman who is afraid to come out and do things as she thinks they should be done. The special feature of the ed'torial section is Mr. Hamilton W. Mabie's first "Literary Talk." These talks will appear monthly hereafter. Other val uable articles in the magazine, outside of the regular departments, are: "How to Have a Home Wedding," "Animated Sil houettes and other Games," and "The Lit erary lieginner," a column of advice to young writers by hranklm B. Wiley. The illustrations include another of ihe popular double pages of college girls this time "At Her Fun and in Her Room." By The Curtis Publishing Co., Philadelphia. One dollar a year; ten cents a copy. The fellow who can't pay his dues and is dropped from his club is apt to be broke. CASTORIA For Infant! and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Signature of m m ns Signature of IN NEED OF Jfl AT TING, CLOTH, A NICE LINE AT The jailer should not company he keeps. be known by the "My Family Doctor." Blue Island, III., Jan. 14, 1901. Messrs. Ely Bros. : I have used your Cieam Balm in my family for nine yean and it has become my family doctor for colds m the head. I use it freely on my children. It is a Godsend to children, as they are troubled more or less. Yours Rcsp., , , J. Kimball. Judge for yourself. A trial size can be had for the small sum of 10 cents. Supplied by druggists or mailed by Ely Bros., eK Warren street, New York. Full size, 50c The failure of the peach crop comes earlier than usual. To Mothers in This Town. Children who are delicate, feverish and cross will get immediate relief from Mother Gray's Sweet Powders for Children. They cleanse the stomach, act on the liver, making a sickly child strong and healthy. A certain cure for worms. Sold by all druggists, 25c Sample free. Address, Allen S. Olmsted, Leroy, N- Y 2 RAILROAD MOTES. Last Florida Tour Via Penn'a Rail road. The last Pennsylvania Railroad tour of the season to Jacksonville, allowing al most three months in Florida, will leave New York, Philadelphia and Washington March 4. Excursion tickets. Including railway trans- ' portation, Pullman accommodations (one berth), and meals en route while going on the special train, will be sold at the follow ing rates: New York, $50 ooj Buffalo, 54 5; Rochester, $54.00; Elmira.f51.45j Erie, if 54 85; Williamsport, $50 00; Wilkes Uarre, 50.35; and at proportionate rates fiom other points. Returning, passengers will use regular trains until May 31, J90. Tickets admit of a stopofT at Charleston Ex position on return trip. For tickets, itineraries, and full Informa tion apply to ticket agents, or address Geo. W. Boyd, Assistant General Passenger Agent, Broad Street Station, Philadelphia. The acrobat is not the only person who should learn to take a tumble to himself. Boars tU The Kind You Have Always Bog!t
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