6 SUNDAY AFTERNOONS. •Yorc the window of the chapel softly sounds un organ r.ote. Through the peaceful Sabbath gloaming drifting shreds of music lloat, *r.d. the quiet and the tirelight and the sweetly solemn tunes Bmr rue dreaming back to boyhood and Us Sunday afternoons; Whfn we gathered In the parlor, In the parlor stiff and grand, Wbere the haircloth chairs and sofas stood arrayed, a gloomy band, 'Wtaero each queer oil portrait watched us with a countenance of wood. 4ttd file shells upon the whatnot In a dust tess splendor stood. Then the quaint old parlor organ, with the quaver In its tongue. Seemed to tremble in Its fervor as the sa cred sor.gs were sung. As we sang the homely anthem, sang the Klad revival hymns Of the glory of the story and the light no sorrow dims. WL-!!e the dusk grew even deeper and the evening settled down. Hlati the lamp-lit windows twinkled In the drowsy little town, Old arid young we sang the chorus and the echoes told it o'er In the dear, familiar voices, hushed or scattered evermore. SYosn the windows of the chapel faint and low the music dies, Aad the picture In the tirelight fades be fore my tear-dimmed eyes, Sut my wistful fancy, listening, hears the night wind hum the tunes, That we sang there in the parlor on thoi* Sunday afternoons. •-Job Lincoln, in Saturday Evening Post. BORN TO SERVE By Charles M. Sheldon, Aatim of"IN HIS STEPS," "JOHN KING'S QOBSTION CLASS," "EDWARD BLAKE,' 1 Etc. tCof/jritflit, 1900, by C'harlw M. Sheldon ) CHAPTER III.—CONTINUED. Mrs. Vane was at home and wel comed Barbara heartily. "I'm all alone here, aud you're just ♦be person I want to see. Went to «a!l on your mother yesterday. She is lonesome, and I've asked her to come and pay me a visit of a week or a month, just as she feels. I find that Thomas for some reason never tteard of your father's death. Such things will happen even in a world of newspapers and telegraphs. I want you to tell me all about yourself and your plans. I don't believe you can •d't a thing, but I am ready to help you if you're the girl I think you are. The Vanes always were proud and aristocratic people; but, if we have ever stood up for one thing more than another, it was for honest labor in the house or the field or the shop or any where. J hate the aristocracy of doing vioVtiing. All my boys learned a trade, -mid all my girls can cook just as well they can play the piano, and some of'em better. I'd rather eat their pie than hear their piano. Sit right there, dear, and be comfortable." IJarbara had not been in the house 'Sialf an hour before she was deeply in love with the lady of it. After an liour had passed she was astonished at Mrs. Vane's knowledge of human tnature and her grasp of the subject of servants and housekeeping problems general ly. "People will tell you, my dear, that I am an eccentric old lady with a good Biany crank notions about servants. The fact is, I try to treat them just •■as Christ taught us to do. That's the treason folks call me queer. People ♦hat try to do the C'liristlike thing 111 all relations of life have always l»een called queer, and always will be." When Barbara finally went away «Ttu?r refusing an urgent invitation to wmain to tea, 'she had made an ar rangement with Mrs. Vane to meet with her and Mrs. Ward and a friend of both, to talk over some practical plan for getting the servants and the fLonsekeepers together for a mutual ■conference. "If anything is done," Mrs. Vane in sisted, "it must be done with both parties talking it over in a spirit of Christian love. It never can be solved in any other way." The date fixed for the conference was two weeks from that afternoon, e«<! Barbara went back to her work «juite enthusiastic over the future and very much in love with the woman who *:« known to most of the members of Slarble Square church as "that eccen tric Mrs. Vane." The two weeks had gone by quickly, and Thursday noon at dinner in the Ward house Barbara was surprised to iind, when she came into serve the first course, that Alfred Ward had un expectedly arrived. He had spent two months of his summer vacation with college classmates on the Jakes, and tuui returned sooner than his mother had expected, to stay until the term opened again. "Arthur, this is Miss Clark, aTTout whom 1 have written you," Mrs. Ward said, a little awkwardly. The young man looked at her with Interest, and bowi'd politely. Barbara *eturned his bow simply, and did not Mpeak. She felt a little annoyed as <the. meal proceeded and she was called ir» at, different times. She thought the -family was talking about her, and that the college student had been asking questions. Several times she was con scious that he was looking at her. It •exeel her, although his look was al «ays respectful. The meal was almost over when Mrs. Ward suddenly asked his wife: "O, •hjLve you heard, Martha, that Br. Law bail a. stroke yesterday? Very sud den. It will result in his leaving Mar 'fale Square pulpit." How sudden! What will the •eh tmii do?" Mr. Ward was silent a moment. Bar- Tbara. was just going out. She slack ened her step almost unconsciously. "I have no question they will call •Morion" ""Will he come?" '"I think he will." '"Good!" said Alfred. "Ve.fi, Mortort will lie a success in Garble Square pulpit," Mr. Ward said, jfositivcly. Barbara went out, shutting' the kitchen door. She did not hear Mr. Ward say: "If Morton goes on as lie has begun, he will become one of the greatest preachers this country ever saw." CHAPTER IV. TO BE OF USE IN THE WOULD. When Barbara started that after noon with Mrs. Ward for Mrs. Vane's to meet with her in conference, she had no plan of any kind worked out, even in tha vaguest outline. She had told Mrs. Ward what Mrs. Vane had said be fore, and asked her whether she was willing togo with her. Mrs. Ward was very willing, and Barbara gave her credit for being as much interested as any woman might be expected to be in anything that was not even thought out far enough to be rightly called a "conference." Mrs. Vane met them with her usual bright greeting, and again Barbara felt the sharpness of her look. "I've asked Hilda to come in for a little while this afternoon. She doesn't want to stay very long, and Iliad rath er hard work to persuade her to come at all. She's shy. Mrs. Ward, how's your headache? Or maybe this isn't your day for having one. I don't won der your girls have trouble with you. You're so nervous with your head aches that 1 wouldn't venture to work for you short of ten dollars a week in advance. I wonder Miss Clark has stayed as long as she has." All this the old lady said with as tonishing rapidity and with a frank ness that amazed Barbara and made Mrs. Ward laugh. "Miss Clark is learning to put up with me, I think," Mrs. Ward said, with a kindly look at Barbara, who was pleased. "0, I should think so," said Mrs. A ane, looking sharply from one to the other. "You don't either of you have many grievances, 1 imagine. Sit right there, Hilda!" she exclaimed as the girl Barbara had met on Sunday came into the room. "You remember Mrs. \\ ard and Miss Clark, Hilda? We met them last Sunday." Hilda sat down awkwardly in the seat indicated by Mrs. Vane, and there was a moment of embarrassed silence. Hilda was dressed togo out, and Bar bara could not help wondering how far the girl understood what the meeting was about. She began to feel a little angry at Mrs. Vane, without knowing just why, when that good woman very frankly cut across the lots of all pre liminaries by saying: "Now, then, Hilda, you know well enough what I asked you to come in for. We want to make a beginning of some sort of help ing the girls who are out at service re alize what their work means, and what they are worth to a family, and all that." Hilda looked embarrassed and said nothing. Barbara came to the rescue. "Don't you think the first thing we need to do is to settle on some really simple plan by which we can reach ail the girls and let them know what we propose to do?" "You never can do it," Mrs. Ward spoke with some emphasis. "It has been tried before by Airs. Kice and one or two others. The fact is, the girls do not care to meet together for any such purpose." "Mrs. Ward is right and wrong both," Mrs. Vane said. "I'm not going to discourage you, but you have set out 011 as hard a task as ever a lady under took. The very people you want to help are the very ones who don't want you bothering around." "Then perhaps we had better start j with the housekeepers first," replied Barbara, feeling conscious of the big "ARTHUR, THIS IS MISS CLARK." ness and badness of the dragon as never before. "If you and Mrs. Ward and three or four more could—" "But we have no plan," Mrs. Ward spoke up rather quickly. "You will simply find that the women of Craw ford face thj question without any ideas about it. We all agree that with rare exceptions the help we generally get. is" incompetent and unsatisfactory and not to be depended on for any length of time. And that's about all we're agreed upon." Mrs. Vane looked sharply at Bar bara *nd then at Hilda. "Hilda," she said, sharply, but at the same time not unkindly, "tell us what you think. What's the matter with all you girls? What's the reason you aren't all full-grown angels like us housekeepers?" Barbara could not help smiling, al though she had been sitting so far with a growing feeling of discourage ment. As for Hilda, she had evidently been long enough with Airs. Vane to be used to her queer ways, and was not disturbed by her eccentricities. She shuffled her feet uneasily on the carpet, and dug the point of a very bright red parasol into a corner of a rug. "I don't know, Mrs. Vane," she final CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19. 1901. ly said, slowly. "I have no complaint to make." "No, but I have. Now you know, Hilda, you didn't half do your work rig-lit this morning; and, if I hadn't come out into the kitchen, the pud ding' Mr. Vane likes would have beea burned to a crisp. Wouldn't it?" "Yes, ma'am," Hilda answered, her face rivaling' in color her parasol. "And yet you had the clock there before you as plain as day. What were you thinking of?" "I can't always be thinking of a pudding!" Hilda replied, with more spirit than Barbara had yet seen in her. "There, my child," Mrs. Vane said, gently, without a particle of impa tience or ill nature, "I don't blame you much. I have let puddings burn, my self, when I was «* bride beginning housekeeping for Mr. Vane. We must make allowances for human nature that can't always be thinking of pud dings." "At the same time," said Mrs. Ward, with a trace of impatience in her tone, "somebody must think of puddings while they are baking. We can't be excusing human nature all the time for carelessness and lack of attention to the details of service. I think one great cause of all the trouble we meet in the whole problem is the lack of re sponsibility our servants take upon themselves. Out of a dozen girls that have been in my house within the last three years, not more than two or three could be trusted to wash my dishes properly. What can a woman do when after repeated instructions and admonitions lier girls persist in using dirty dishwater and putting things away on the shelves only half wiped? We can't always be excusing tliem on account of human nature. It may sound absurd, but I have gone to bed downright sick many a time because my girl would persist in put ting dirty dishes back into the pan try." And poor Mrs. Ward heaved a sigh as she looked at Mrs. Vane, who sat erect and sharp-eyed before her. "That's it!" she said, sharply. ".Re sponsibility! That's the word. But how get responsibility into a class of people who have no common bond of sympathy or duty? No esprit de corps? The responsibility must grow out of a sense of dignity that belongs to the service. As long as the service is regarded by those who perform it as menial and degrading, the only thing we can expect is shiftlessness and all lack of responsibility." "Responsibility generally goes with a sense of ownership," suggested Bar bara. "IJut I don't see how anything like ownership can be grafted upon a servant girl's work. Now I wouldn't dare leave dishes dirtj', because of my mother's training, no matter whose dishes they were. But 1 can easily see it is not very strange for a girl to slight any work in which she does not feel any ownership." "There's another thin#," Mrs. Vane said. "I've told Mrs. Ward so several times. She has always had a good deal of company and live iti the family any way a good deal of the time. She ought not to expect to get along with just one girl. At the close of a big supper it is almost half-past seven. The quickest girl can't wash up all the dishes properly in less than half an hour. If she wants togo out some where in the evening, what is more natural than for her to do the work in a hurry? She has been at work all day since half-past six. She works longer hours and for less pay than young men in stores get for clerk service that is not so important by half as the housework for a family. Now I'll warrant that Mr. Ward pays some of his clerks down-town three ttmes what he pays the girl at Rome for almost twice the hours of labor. Wouldn't it be better and cheaper in the long run, Mrs. Ward, to hire two persons to do your work, at least for a part of the time? I'm inclined to think a good many of us expect too much of one girl. We work them too many hours. And we ought to remem ber that for most of the time the work really is what must be called drudg ery." "One girl in the house almost kills me. Two would complete the busi ness, I am sure," said Mrs. Ward, smil ing at Barbara. "Some of what you say is very true. But I am sure Mr. Ward would never think of giving as much for the work in the home as he gives for clerk work in the store." "And why not, if the service per formed is as severe and, more than that, as important to your peace and comfort, and his own as well when he gets home? I know a good many farmers who think nothing of paying out several hundred dollars every year on improved machinery to lighten their own labor on the farm. But they think their wives are crazy if they ask for an Improved washing machine that costs $25 or a few kitchen utensils of the latest style to save labor. That's one reason so many farmers' wives are crazy over in Crawford county asylum. Men expect to pay a good price for competent service in their business. Why should they expect to get competent servants in the house for the price generally offered?" "I don't think it's the price that keeps competent girls away from housework, Mrs. Vane," remarked Barbara. "I have figured it out that even on four dollars a week at Mr-?. Ward's I can save more than I coulc! possibly save if I worked for Bond man at five or even six, paying- out of that for board, lodging and washing. If the price paid for competent serv ants was raised in Crawford to ten dollars a week, I doubt if the girls now in the stores and factories would leave their positions to enter house service." "I believe they would, a good many of them, anyway;" Mrs. Vane re plied with vigor. "You can get al most anything if you pay for it." "But we must remember, Mrs. Vane, that the great majority of families in Crawford cannot afford to pay such prices for househelp. You have no idea how much trouble I am in for paying mv girls four or four ani a half a week. My neighbors who say they cannot afford that much tell me tneir girls become dissatisfied when they leirn what we pay, and very </ten leave because I pay my girls more than other housekeepers." "The whole question has as many sides to it as a ball!" ejaculated Mrs. Vane, rubbing her nose vigorously. "I think I shall finally go back to the old primitive way of doing my own work, living on two meals a day and washing the dishes once. You needn't stay any longer, Hilda, if you want to go." [To Be Continued.l TALE OF A MANILA BEAN. A Trnvfllnu A*ent Win Afraid to Truat H I'rofnalnnal Florin with It. Quite an excitement has been cre ated in Kcnsing by so small a matter as a bean, says the Philadelphia Rec ord. The bean was brought from Ma nila two years ago by a traveling agent for a large manufactory, who had seen a tree covered with beauti ful flowers and beans while traveling in Luzon, and had secured one of the pods. Fearing that if he confided it to a professional florist, he would lose the honor of introducing a new flower to Philadelphia, he turned over the j bean to a Kensington woman, agree ing to pay one dollar a month for its i care and culture until it produced | flowers. The bean has been two 1 years growing, but is not yet over I two inches in height. Local botan | ists say it is not a bean, but a date seed, which has been planted in mis | take. The owner, who paid sl2 for one year's board for the bean, thinks the caretaker should now keep it for company, but she says she has had three door bells worn out by curious visitors. Recently the owner dug the plant up to see what the root looked like, and found that while there were only three inches of stem and leaves, a large IG-inch pot was filled with fibrous roots. He thought it would be a good plan to clip the roots, since which time the Manila bean has been but a little faded flower. The care taker asserts that in two years she has served the bean with 1,400 gal lons of water and taken 20,000 steps in carrying i* around the house, to give it the full benefit of sunshine. It was as much trouble and care as a baby, only it did not cry at night. On Second Thought. "I will," she exclaimed; "I will not live with you another day!" "You'll leave me, will you?" he calmly asked. "Yes, I will." "When?" "Now—right off—-this minute." "You'll go away?" "Yes, sir." "I wouldn't if I were you." "But I will. I defy you to prevent me. I have suffered at your hands as loyg as I can put up with you." "Oh, I shan't try to stop you," he quietly replied. "I'll simply report to the police that my wife has mysteri ously disappeared. They'll want your description and I will give it. You year No. 5 shoes, you have an extra large mouth, you walk stiff in j-our knees, your nose turns up at the end, eyes rather on the squint, voice like a—" "Wretch! You wouldn't dare do that!" she screamed. "I certainly will, and the descrip tion will go in all the newspapers." They glared at each other a mo ment in silence. Then it was plain to be seen that she had changed her mind.—Washington Star. Tlte Phantom Ship. While the captain of an English steamer was standing on the bridge of his vessel as it passed down the English channel, a thick fog came on and he began to sound the fog-horn. To his dismay, after he had sounded the signal, he heard the "800-o-o" of the horn repeated directly ahead of him. He turned his ship's head sharply to the right to avoid a collision and sounded another warning. Again the "lioo-o-o" was returned. The vessel was put back on its former track and the fog-horn sounded, with the same result. "I could not make it out," said the captain, in narrating the story, "and a strange feeling of superstitious awe began to creep over me. Just as I was giving myself one last pull to gether the lookout man called: "'lt's the old coo, sir!' "And so it was—the cow kept in the forecastle for the use of the ship. Undoubtedly she took the sound of the fog-horn for the cry of a companion in distress, and gave a sympathetic response." Y'outh's Companion. Disciplined Ilia Mule. A mule in a pack train which was usually loaded with salt discovered that by lying down when fording a certain stream and allowing the salt to dissolve he could .igLten his bur den. The muleteer once loaded him with sponges instead, which absorbed water when he lay down in the stream and made his burden four fold heavier. The mule was cured of his smartness. —Chicago Journal. AVlif n* Solomon. Two ladies contended for prece dence in the court of Charles the Fifth. They appealed to the mon arch, who, like Solomon, awarded: "Let the eldest go first." Such a dis pute was never known afterward.— Sau Francisco Argonaut. The Cauxe. Circus Manager—What's all the row in the dressing-room? Attendant —Oh, the man who walk* barefoot on swords ran a splinter iu his foot —Ohio State Journal. ASSASSIN IN SWEAT BOX. CiloljoM Continues to IHny Tbnl lie Had A<-coni|»ll<-ea Pollen or .tlany Cltiea Hounding I i» Auiirchlata, f.uffalo, N. \Sept. 10, —Czolgosz went through another long examina tion yesterday at the hands of the po lice officials, but emerged from it without having added anything to the case. The chief effort of the detec tives was to draw from the prisoner nome admission ns to his accomplices, but he stuck to his denial that he was not assisted in any way in the com mission of his crime. Every police device was resorted to to obtain the admission, but the prisoner re tained his position and could not be shaken. The police have about concluded that more effective work on the plot theory can be done on the outside, although Czolgosz probably will have another experience with the third de gree of police craft. The general in vestigation of the case progresses slowly because the men on it must cover a large amount of preliminary ground before they do effective work. Czolgosz is still kept secluded and the detectives are the only ones who have access to him. He is strong and healthy and eats with a will. Knowledge of the condition of the president is kept from him. He knew on Friday night that the president was still alive, but has been given no in formation since them. Not once since his confinement has he asked as to the fate of his victim. Silver City, X. M., Sept. 10.—Antonio Maggio, the musician and alleged an archist, who is said to have predict ed the assassination of President McKinley before October, 1901, was arrested at San Rita, a mining camp near Silver City, .Monday afternoon, by United States Marshal Foraker, on instructions from Washington. EMMA GOLDMAN. Chicago, Sept. lo.—Chief O'Neill an nounces that Emma Goldman is un der surveillance not far from Chicago although not in this city. iHe inti mates that she will be arrested soon. United States secret service officers in Chicago having come to the conclu sion that the attempted assassination of President McKinley was the re sult of a plot arranged in this city, have telegraphed Chief Wilkie, of the secret service, who is now in Buffalo, asking him to send Czolgosz's coat to Chicago. The officers believe the mark on the assassin's coat will prove that it was made by a tailor who lived very near the house of Abraham Isaak, one of tne anarchists now be ing held on a charge of conspiracy, i ais fact once determined, the officers say, it will be a matter of only a few hours to ascertain exactly where Czol gosz lived in Ohieago, the names of those with whom he associated while here, and the length of tima he re mained in the city. Pittsburg, Sept. 10.—Carl Xold and Ilarry Gordon, well known Pittsburg anarchists and intimate friends of Emma Goldman, were arrested Mon day afternoon. Chicago, Sept. 11. —Emma Goldman, the "Anarchist Queen," under whose red banner Leon czolgosz claims he stands, whose words he claims tired his heart and his brain to attempt the assassination of the president, was arrested here shortly before noon yesterday. She disclaimed all but the slightest acquaintance with the president's assailant; she denied absolutely that she or any anarchist she knew was implicated in any plot to kill the president. She said she believed Czolgosz acted entirely on his own responsibility, and that he never claimed to be inspired by her, as he is quoted as affirming. The president, she averred, with a yawn, was an insignificant being to ner—a mere human atom whose life or death were matters of supreme in difference to her, or to any anarchist. A Doubly Fatal Wreck. Wheeling, W. Va., Sept. 10.—One railroad employe was killed, one was fatally injured and half a dozen pas sengers were cut by broken glass in a wreck Monday on the Baltimore & Ohio railroad at Burton tunnel, of t.he through express. There were six coaches on the train, loaded with ex cursionists bound fbr Cleveland to at tend the (i. A. K. encampment. A broken flange derailed the engine and the three cars including the baggage. The wreck took fir* and all three cars were destroyed, trge.her with their contents. CANCER IS CURABLE. German Scientist Says Disease la Caused by Parasites. Tln-lr It<-iil Noturc mxl .Method ot I'roiiUKatlnh Has Junt Hern nia cin f re<l l>y I'rof. Sehueller, ot licrlin. The death of Dowager Empress Frederick of Germany, who, as is now an open secret, succumbed to that most dreadful of diseases, can cer, calls attention to what is being done these days to conquer this scourge. There is no doubt that cancer can now be healed in its incipient stage, and Prof. .Max Sehueller, D. 1)., the Berlin specialist, claims to be able to cure the disease even when it has assumed its most malignant form. Next to tuberculosis, cancer is, dur ing the past decades, the most rap idly increasing disease on record. I'rof. Czerny, who presided at the re cent surgical congress in Berlin, cal culates the number of sufferer* from cancer in Germany alone to out number 50,000, and it was shown at the congress t hat cancer was greatly on the increase in both hemispheres, and also that science was blamed be cause of the inability to trace the cause of cancer. The peculiar formations vliich have formed in certain cells and tis sues of the human body, which with relative rapidity increase until they induce death, have puzzled the medical world. They are called erro neously cancer bacilli by the laity, appear in the shape of capsules, which hide the real parasites. Prof. Sehueller has at last discovered the real nature of these parasites. He finds that they are environed by a slimy substance from which thread like prolongations in a vibratory movement pierce through the pores of either flesh or bone, thus executing their destructive work. It seems tuat the parasite prefers a lean, dry skin to a smooth, fatty one, which accounts for the fact that most of the victims of cancer are of mature PROF. MAX SCHUELLER. (Berlin Surgeon Who Has Discovered the Cancer Parasites.) age. That the disease is contagious has also been demonstrated. It is believed that if I'rof. Schuel ler's discovery had been made, say, ten years ago the lives of both the parents of Kaiser Willielm and of his uncle the duke of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha could have been much prolonged. The fact aione that Dr. Sehueller has dis covered these parasites is of the great est importance to medical science and humanity. Dr. Max Schueiler is the son of a Lutheran pastor. He is about 57 years old and his career as a surgeon is replete with brilliant feats which have given him an enviable reputa tion in Europe. About 20 years ago he came to America at the call of an eastern medical college, but heimvveh made him return to the fatherland. He has written voluminously both in German and English on the subject of cancerous diseases. The experiments of the past few months have opened up possibilities which seem exceedingly hopeful. IJe cently at the Middlesex hospital in England a terrible case of cancer of the breast in an elderly woman was submitted to the X-rays. In the treatment, extending over many weeks, there was a very marked im provement. The X-rays for cancer have also been tried in America with similar satisfactory results. Within the next few months the treatment will prob ably be extended to many cases. If the outcome is equally good we will at least have hopes of successfully meet ing this rapidly growing and hideously torturing affliction. Ten years :.?o consumption of the lungs was regarded as practically in curable. The patient was coddled, kept from all exposure, and the ques tions for his doctor were how long he could prevent the end coming and how painless dying could be made. All this already belongs to past history. It is now recognized that consumption is a definite infective disease, due to germs in the lungs. The lines of treatment to-day are two-fold. On the one hand many endeavors are made to preveYit the spread of infective matter, while the patient himself is treated by ex posure to open air and by excessive feeding. Thin HOMPHIIOP Wmu I Larky. A horseshoe was found in the ro;id by a farmer in Elk Creek, N. Y. It was peculiar in shape, beir.g very heavy and rud?lv made, as if by an unskilled hand. The farmer was nail ing it on his barn for luck, when it dropped and put a hump on his nose. His wife laughed at his discomfiture, ind he threw a hammer at lier. Now they don't speak and the lucky hcr.se* •hoe is not yet nailed up.
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