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The Job department of the PKESS is complete end affords facilities fordoing the best class of n..rk. PAKIU I U» ATTKNIIUK PAIUTU LAW PHIKTING. No paper will bo discontinued until arrear ages are paid, except at the option of the pub lisher. Papers sent out of the county must be paid for in advance. The following- is taken from a re cent issue of the Chicago Evening News:"I see that Marrying on 'E. R. is asking for 0100 « Month. . , .. ~ , T w information that I am fully competent to give him. In fact, the reply effervesces so rapidly that a patent-stopper bottle wouldn't hold it a minute. E. 11. wants to know how to make home a success on $lOO a month. Now, I hope it really is $lOO per, and that he is not trying to make himself and his friends believe that $2O a week and $lOO a month are identical. His query almost answers itself, and so simple are the answers that I am almost afraid of offending by their simplicity. Let him read the lives and struggles of Rockefeller and Carnegie. He can then do ns they did not—rent a tent and squat on a va cant. suburban lot, allow eight cents a day for staple groceries, not includ ing two cents for oatmeal; use the lot as pasture for the goat he will have to get to furnish milk for the baby; save car fare by walking; save shoes by not wearing them south of Twelfth street or north of Chicago avenue. Pay day he may have some of the $3OO he don't owe, so go and deposit it in a banking institution, like , a re cently defunct institut ion. He won't get rich rapidly, but the beautiful lessons of resignation will sink deep into his soul. But—the goat might find a tin can with eight silver dollars in it, and if he is spry enough to get those eight before the goat there is a chance for him to rise to riches and affluence. I did it that way." Miss Helen Could, according to a late report, has discharged her pri _ , ... vate secretary. The Good (nance * young woman who for Some Girl. " i ■ > * was hired; to at tend to Miss Gould's private corre spondence seemed to think that her one mission was to exploit Miss Gould —to act as her press agent, in fact. She had been a newspaper woman, and never got over her instincts to get a good story to print. She knew that Miss Gould was good "copy," and that lady could not go visiting a friend or do any benevolent act without hav ing her secretary send a long account of it to some one of her former news paper chiefs. Miss Gould's patience was taxed to the utmost when she saw recently a carefully-tabulated state ment of the requests made of her for alms. The 1,303 begging letters had been carefully classified and quite an > interesting dC-TV them was pre- 1 pared for publication. Thtre M.-eiiW to be a good chance for sotne girl who can keep her mouth closed. Where is she? Manila's climate is almost identical wit-h that of San Juan de Porto Rico, and is comparable with that of the gulf states during the warmer portion of the year. It seems less tying to most "people, however, than July and August even in Washington or Baltimore. Hav ing no sudden changes to fear, men can, 'and habitually do, dress in the lightest of underclothing, wearing over it only thin, unlined duck coat and* trousers, and inasmuch as the variations of tem perature are small, people presently become accustomed to the warmth. John Glenn, of Urbana, 0., died the other day, after having made a record for eccentric vows. Because his father bought what he thought was a better suit for his brother than for him, he vowed he would not wear a coat for 20 years. Another time he took of fense at some trifling thing and vowed he would not leave his house for 20 years, and for 20 years he was a volun tary prisoner. The Boston board of health has classed tuberculosis as contagious and required reports physicians of cases of the disease. In the past five years deaths from consumption in Boston have been almost double the combined mortality from scarlet fever, diphtheria and typhoid fever. The city of New York takes care of its blind residents who are also poor. Every year $5O or thereabouts is given to each indigent, blind per son who applies for assistance, pro vided the applicant is found to be in need of assistance. This year nearly 700 applications have been made. IS freedom's own lm \\C* " it"V® mortal day, -v* j By all her children II In I ||! WBb \ From Maine's rough fjj^ t ' ie i >ra ' r ' es of VVhefe'er our starry banner flies With beauty fold on fold, la told beneath the azure skies The tale that ne'er grows old. The glorious deeds of Lexington Still in their luster shine, And fame doth crown the sword and gun That fought at Brandy wine; From loved and haunted Valley Forge True heroism comes, And in the grim and icy gorge Is heard the sound of drums. Again the Continentals march Adown the wooded glen. And there beneath the starlight arch Ride Marion and his men; The bellman, old, expectant stands, A "rebel" to his king; The bell rope in his eager hands. He waits prepared to ring. Aye, back from years forever gone These scenes and sounds still eome. And freedom's fair, immortal dawn Is wedded to the drum; The hero chieftain, Washington, By honor guarded sleeps Where southward far toward seas of sun The broad Potomac sweeps. Ring! every bell throughout the land. Let loyal hearts be gay; Beneath one flag we proudly stand, For this is Freedom's day; Let anthems rise from coast to coast And echo o'er the sea: Be this our nation's proudest boast: "Our land's forever free." —T. C. Harbaugh, In Ohio Farmer. 4$F ICIITNIXG dipped liis nose dieep in the clear water. c ' ose( ' ''' s ( '. V( ' S slowly with a sat isfled expression "vC" onhisequine coun j tenance, then ele vated his dripping nozzle and'cast a comprehensive glance at the tree tops. Miss Abigail waited resignedly. Fortunately there was ample time and it was a pleasant spot in which to linger. Before, the i*oadi wound: out be tween wide fields palpitating in the noonday heat, but here the shadows dappled the white horse's back and checkered the dust with leafy shapes, the water trickled musically down from <he hillside into the mossy trough. The woman drew a long, satisfied breath, inhaling the wild grape bloom, and her face softened with a happy memory. "Tad was mortal fondlof the smell of the grape," she said, aloud. "I wonder if Tad's little gill will be like him." She drew a letter from her pocket, spreading it with some difficulty on her hip. It was two months since this let terhad fallen like a bomb into her quiet life. Since Tad's death in London five years ago she had felt that further change could not affect her. This last communication was a brief statement written by an English lawyer, of the death of her nephew's wife; but what robbed her of strength and set her pulse to bounding wildly was the re quest that she prepare to receive the little girl into her home, as the mother had been an orphan without near kin, while on the father's side she stood the closest, to Tad's child. A slip of paper inclosed brought her Tliaddeus' last message, dated long ago: '"lf my little Primrose should ever stand in r?ed of friends, will you take her into 7out ; heart, auntie, where you have eyey kept—Tad." Ibis was why she was driving down to Stockton on this warm June noon, ' for, obedient to her direction, the child had started in the charge of acquaint ances of Miss Abigail's own, who were returning after a winter on the con tinent. The train was due in an hour. Lightning turned his head inquiring- ' ly. With a sigh Miss Abigail flopped the reins and drove out into the noon day Jieat. Tlie station master lounged out to ' help her tie her steed. " 'Xpectin'tlie little gal, be ye, Abby?" he asked, with the freedom of long acquaintance. She nodded. Her hands were clasped tightly upon her reticule when the train rolled in, but her face was calm. A gentleman steppedl off. then turned to lift down a child. Seeing her hi hur- ' ried his charge along the platform. 1 "I'm relieved to find you here. Miss Harding," he said, as he raised his hat, "for 1 must goon at once. Here is the baggage check. Cood-by, little one." The child held out her hand gravely. 1 "Good-by,"she said, and her eyes looked 1 wistfully after him as he sprang upon | i the moving train. i Miss Abigail was distinctly disnp- < ■pointed. She had felt sure of seeing a < i'.ttle gypsy with dark skin and curling : i.rotvii hair like Tart's. Instead, here was a quaint object in sage green with pale, demure face and a floss of yellow hair under the white -sailor. J'tist then Primrose looked up wit h a shy smile < and Miss Abigail's heart softened, for | s here were Tad's Vfovvn eyes, with TadV own look, while- Tad's dimple'dented the small chin. "More'n one funk?" she asked in j - her driest font;.-., and Primrose. Who • had been read-.' to kiss this aunt J whom her deal mother had told her j she must love, f«lt. repulsed. That night. <vhen the mill* was | strained nmi ;| H . chickens "rtoused. Miss Abigail slipped out upofi 'he | south porch. ~t gave her a secret ; s«nse of elatii •. when she came tiptm j CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 28, 1900. Frinm-M ] « rched on the upper step, watching 1 fit- rising- moon. Primrose's heart aehe<; lira mot licri ug. And the Ni-w lingland woman, schooled to re pression. was ashamed of the strong, desire which urged her to take the 1 tired child on her knee and coax the smile back into her brown eyes. "Been to school, I s'pose," she said, with an effort at sociability. How did one talk to a little girl? "No, ma'am." Primrose politely | twisted around to face her. "Gracious goodness! A girl of your age!" Primrose flushed with embarrass ment, "1 wasn't strong," she said, apologetically "so mamma taught me at home. 1 tan read pretty well—and 1 can recite some poetry." "Poetry!" j Primrose looked doubtfully at this n< w relative. She felt that she was not making a favorable report. "I can speak a little French," she con tinued. "and 1 have got as far as frac tions," in desperate haste, for Miss Abigail's sniff was expressive. "What can you do?" the curt voice came from the shadow of the vines. "Do?" Primrose locked her small Angers nervously together. "Why, 1 —don't do much but- —play. Oh, I can dance," and she brightened. "I'll show you." Miss Abigail gasped in amazement. But Primrose had sprung out upon the grass, now flooded with moon light. Poising herself lightly she commenced a soft humming, then threw up one round arm and began. Miss Abigail did not know how heavy the little feet felt or how thickly the tears crowded behind the long lashes, as Primrose tried to dance into her aunt's good graces. "Very pretty,"' was her comment, at length. qualified with "children didw't dance in my day. It's time you were in bed." In tlje east chamber, with its chintz curtains and dragon paper, that had rejoiced the heart of small ' Thaddeus when he visited the farm, his little daughter slept. If the door ' WITH HOT HASTE SHE GROPED FOR THE "FAMILY." creaked in the dead of night, and somebody tiptoed into see if the child was covered, only the angels knew. Primrose dreamed that her mother kissed her. Thenceforth began strange experi ences for Primrose. The tangle of bright hair was confined in two tight pigtails. -Miss Abigail, taking fright from her own growing satisfaction in "goldilocks," felt that thus she nipped vanity in the bud, For the same reason, combined with neatness, th" dainty frocks were covered with long-sleeved, high-necked check aprons which Primrose's beauty-lov ing soul abhorred. She had been at the farm nearly a month when one morning at break fast Miss Abigail said abruptly: "I s'pose you think you want some crackers to-morrow?" "Crackers?" Primrose's eyes grew large with wonder. "Firecrackers, of course. Don't look so wild." "I don't know what they are." Primrose tried to modify her objec tionable expression. "Land! Why, you know what day it is?" "Yes'm; Friday." "Don't you know about the Fourth? Sakes alive! Your father used to tear up the whole farm that day. Nor why we celebrate?" Primrose ventured a weak —"Nobody told me." Miss Abigail strode to the small corner shelf and took down a dingy covered volume. "It's time you knew some history," she said, "but I can't stop to tell you now. At least you can read the 'Declaration.' Take it out under the big walnut. Never mind about the dishes this time." And Primrose, struggling over the long words, wished she was at her wonted tasks. "Goin' to celebrate, Britisher?" called a roguish voice from t lit; gate, and Sam Sackett bung over the pick ets. Primrose shook her head. "T don't know." she answered. "How does one celebrate? 4 ' "Lots of noise. Begin early, keep ii all day. Crackers—torpedoes rockets (when there's -any money left |. S-s-s-fiz-z-z.bang!" with a clash of the gate and a warwhoop to reen force his description. Primrose jumped and Sam grinned wickedly. "Hill and I'll be round to morrow to show you how," and Ms promise had a sinister sound in Prim rose's ears. Aft.'r dinner, Miss Abigail disap peared in her bedroom, opening from the kitchen. "Come in here. I've something to show you," she Called, after some time. Primrose found her seated 011 the floor before an open bureau drawer, her lap full of little cases. "You were asking me about your pa's relatives," | she said, amiably, motioning Primrose to draw up a chair. "I've got a little more time'n usual so I might as well show you their pictures. "This is your pa's mother at the age of 16. Twist it, round till you can see. Those old daguerreotypes arc queer about that. Susanna Martin was considered a good lookin' woman, | but you'd hardly guess It from that. This is Uncle Ebenezer Harding— Methodist minister over at Knox's Corners; and this is Soplironia Hard ills', who married a Mason." Queer enough Primrose found them, but she listened politely to the fam ily history, breaking into little peals of laughter over the old-fashioned names. Miss Abigail looked at her sus piciously over her glasses. "What pleases you so?" she asked, stiffly. "Such funny names," Primrose said, depreeatingly. "Funny! What do you call your own? What under the canopy made your ma call you by such a silly name?" "I was born on Primrose day,"the offender urged. "That's why they called me Primrose." "Never heard of anybody called Fourth of July or Christmas! There were lots of good family names to choose from." In her heart she sighed because Tad had not remem bered one—then frowned at her weak ness. "Abigail is a homely name," she thought aloud. "I like it 'cause it's yours," Prim rose said, timidly, stroking a fold of the other's calico dress. "1 was telling you about Klnathan," Miss Abigail broke in; but she had 1 heard the child and felt her caress. I "There," she said, as she snapped ' the last case together, "I don't s'pose ' • you'll remember half I've told you, but I care more for these pictures than for anything I've got, for it's ' all that's left of my folks. Now I've got something that'll please you ' more." Dragging a pasteboard box from ' under the bed, she disclosed a doll's set of pewter dishes, and, with the 1 sight of her childhood treasures, a hew look came in her face. "They were mine when I was a little girl," she said, quietly. "You can play with them to-morrow." Primrose's face shone, but she was dumb —the favor was so unexpected. Instead, she impulsively kissed Miss Abigail's arm. "1 must get supper, now," said Miss Abigail, but in the kitchen she laid her hand tenderly on the spot and stepped softly that she might hear the clink of the dishes as Primrose put them carefully away against the morrow. At midnight the Sackett boys began their celebrating, but Primrose slept undisturbed. At breakfast there, was a lull, so when Miss Abigail declared she must drive to Stockton Primrose was untroubled. Her aunt did not feel so easy. The Sacketts were mis- r chievous neighbors on such a day and had already shown a disposition to tease the little stranger. However, her errand was urgent and surely Jake, her right-hand man, was pro tection enough. She smiled as she looked back at Primrose, on the porch, playing party ' | with her dolls and the treasured " | dishes. She could almost have played . herself. Checking her vagrant thowghl's with a feeling of shame, she 1 urged iJghtning still faster with a j daring flick of the whip. She must I be back before noon. I "Hi, here! Want, to see a cracker?" ' I 1 yimrose jumped, for Sam stood close | behind her. ''Pooh! Don't, play dolls to-day. j See here." ■ 'Primrose smiled and tried not to show that she wanted him togo home. Tic held a little red roll with la string attached. Was this a craek | IT? Sam swiftly lighted a match when, after an oini'nous sputter, the j dreadful thing burst with a bang. Primrose bit her tongue hard to j crowd back a cry. i Sam saw mischief ahead when, sud- denly, he saw .Take striding through the garden, and judged it wise togo home—for a season. The south porch grew warm, so Primrose gathered up her treasures and carried them into Miss Abigail's room. When two naughty boys crept cautiously round the house, an hour later, there was 110 small figure on the steps. They looked at each other with disappointed eyes, when a soft, singing from the north room betrayed their victim. In a twinkling they dis appeared round the corner. Suddenly the hush was broken by a harsh explosion. To Primrose's hor rified ears, the diabolical turmoil seemed to have no end. Cowering close to the bed she buried her head in the clothes. What would come next ? Nothing came. The familiar sounds were taken up again. She could hear .Take mowing in the lower meadow. Sparrows wrangled outside the win dow. She buried her head and waited and, so waiting, fell asleep. The kitchen clock striking 11 woke her. For a moment she was confused, then something unusual aroused her. There was an acrid odor in the air, her eyeballs stung, the room looked hazy. Why, it was smoke! As she started up, every sense alert, she heard an ominous crackling. Out through the kitchen and round the cor ner of the house she flew. Pushing through a tangle of lilac bushes she reached the place of the explosion. How it happened nobody could ever explain. Perhaps a smoldering cracker alone was responsible, but creeping flames were now curling along the edges of the clapboards and eating through to Miss Abigail's chamber. Primrose turned and ran wildly to the barnyard, whence she could see the lower meadow. "Jake," she screamed. The mowing machine paused and the man looked' up. "Fire! Fire!" she danced up and down, waving her arms frantically, then, feeling that she must do some-tliing more, ran to the well. But, tug as she might, her small arms could not stir the winddass. A sudden thought stopped her. Miss Abigail's treasures were in danger! Wreaths of smoke were coming through the kitchen door. For a min ute she hesitated, then, drawing a long breath, darted across the kitchen and into the bedroom. A line of flame was blinking be neath the window—she must be quick, The heavy mahogany drawer stuck, then yielded. With hot haste she grouped for the "family," bundling them in her skirt. Coughing and half blind, she felt her way to thei bed, sweeping the beloved dishes and her dear dolls on top of her burden. Something dashed into the yard. That something was tlce astonished Lightning, urged by an energetic whip. White and wild-eyed, Miss Abigail pre cipitated herself from the wagon. "Jake," she screamed, as the man ran past with dripping buckets, "where's Primrose?" "Blest if I know,"he gasped. "I'll have this out in a jiffy." "Auntie, I've got 'em!" piped a shrill voice from the kitchen door, and Primrose, with something bundled in her gingham apron, ran coughing, laughing and crying to meet her, drop ping "family" dolls and d'ishes at her feet. But, strangely enough. Miss Abigail tramped 011 the pictures as she seized Primrose in her arms. "Oh, my little one! My dear!" was all she could, say as she held her close. Primrose ventured! to stroke her wet cheek: "I 'membered you said you cared more for the pictures than for anything," she whispered. "But I care for one thing more," and Miss Abigail kissed the surprised face. "An' there warn't a mite of danger," Jake declared afterward. "Miss Abby can't see enough of that child'. It must hev been workin' in her all along."—Marion Dickinson, in Farm and Home. KI N OX THE FOI ItTH. This little boy said he was bound to have fun At the expense of the old Thomas cat; 'Twas the Fourth of July when he fell off the fence, And didn't know where he was at. Sure Uenlh. Mrs. Cobwigger —I'm afraid some thing has happened Freddie. I haven't seen anything of him since morning. Cobwigger—Nonsense! He's only TTaving a good time with his fire crackers. Mrs. Cobwigger-—No. he isn't. I would not let him have such things. 1' bought him one of those harmless toy pistols, Cobwigger—Run, woman, and get me my hat. I guess he's down at iiie morgue before this. —N. Y. World. Fourth of July. Benny, beat the dish-pan! Tommy, bring your drum! Sammy, save your breath to blow! Dick's harmonium! Bobby, take your tin fife! Sue, you'. e marching veil! Jimmy, keep in step fhore! Alee, ring that bell! Fire the cannon crackers. Give a cheer npw, boys! What is thl3 day meant for. But to mek« a noise! —Frances Amory, 1n St, Nicholas. Mrs* PSnkham The one thing that quali fies a person to give ad vice on any subject is experience experience creates knowledge• No other person has so wide an experience with female ills nor such a record of success as Mrsm Pinkham has had• Over a hundred thou sand cases come before her each yearm Some per sonally, others by mail* And this has been going on for 20 years, day after day and day after day. Twenty years of con stant success think of the knowledge thus gained! Surely women are wise in seeking ad vice from a woman with | such an experience, es pecially when it is free• if you are ill get a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound at once—then write Mrs• Pinkham, Lynn, Mass. ; Wheels. Mr. Sappeigh—l believe I will visit a mind reader and allow him to experiment with nie. Miss Gabby—lf vou do he will think he is reading a bicycle advertisement. —Balti- more American. Tlie Xntlonul Conventions. Prohibition at Chicago, June 27-28, 1900, Tickets on sale June 2ti-27. 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