"PING-PONG." The shades of r.lnht we re falling fast As to the dir.lr.g-room th< re passed A youthful pair, who gayly t>ore A box, uii « hich WU this 1 ■ more "i'ir.g-ponß." They cleared the table with a swish, From dolly down to butter-dish; Then through the center stretched a net And soon the hall the racket met— "Ping-pong." "Try not the game!" the housemaid fried. "The dinner Is ready r.ow." she sighed, "And I must put It on the board." The your.g man turned and fiercely roared: "Ping-pong." The cook strode to the open door, Ar.d cautioned them to cease once more. "The roast," she urged, "is sure to burn." The maiden gasped: "I'm bound to learn Ping-pong." The family lurked In the hall. And moaned: "Are we to eat at all?" But still they heard the ping ar.d pong That made the cadence of a song- Ping-pong. And back ar.d forth they smote the sphere TJntil the dawn of morning clear. The father, mother, sister, too, Walled hungrily: "Alas! we rue Ping-pong!" One day the pearehers, out of breath, Kound all these people starved to death; The cook, the housemaid, beau and belle, The family—and, sad to tell, Above them pinged the pongful knell: "Ping-Pong!" —Baltimore American. A Knave of Conscience By FRANCIS LYNDE. (Copyright IJiXJ, by Frauds L) ntfe.) CIIAPTEK XXXlV.—Continued. "You be damned," he said. "Yon tliink you've got a lead-pipe cinch on all the soft-lieartedness in this world, but you haven't. I've thrown up this job—threw it up before 1 came here to-night." Griswold staggered back into a chair and covered his face with his hands. "I —I don't understand." "Don't you? Well, you ought to. Reckon I've forgot the night when you stood in that door and kept them strikers from killing me? I haven't, and by if 1 choose to be a man iirst and an officer of the law afterward, it's nobody's business but mine." Griswold rose unsteadily, went across to the standing desk in the corner and leaned upon it with his face hidden in the bend of the arm. AVlien he looked up again he was alone. CHAPTER XXXV. For a long time after the detective had gone Griswold paced the floor of the small office, treading out the winepress of humiliation and defeat, and trying, as a man may under such hard conditions, to decide upon a course of action which should be fair to all and decently fair for him self. For a time it seemed impossible to draw any thread of sane procedure out of the revulsionary tangle in which Charlotte's confession had in volved him. lie told himself bitterly that she had failed him at the crucial moment; that she had stepped down from the pedestal of the ideal to become a woman of flesh and blood, loving, condoning and forgiving everything in the man to whom she had given her heart. But very quickly he was made to see the injustice of this; to see first that he had deliberately gone about to build a wall of personality around her judgment, and then, by his own confession of love, to apply a test too severe for any loving woman to withstand. More than that, he saw that he had played the hypocrite with her even at the last moment. When he had gone to her, nothing had been farther from his thoughts than a confession of his guilt. The resolve to tell her all had come suddenly, and he had yielded to the impulse on the spur of the moment. None the less, he had let her be' ! . »e that it was well considered; that he had determined beforehand upon the course he had outlined in the brief farewell. Taking it all in all, he had an ex ceedingly bad half-hour after Griffin left him, and out of the fiery fur nace of it emerged a man altogether different from the '-hearted proletary who had robbed ''"'you bank. He had stood alone the world's condemnation in that act, ami had thought it defensible from an impregnable position forti- i fied by the rights of man. But now | he was made to see the act and its ' culpability through the magnifying glass of another's personality. He had called it a social neces uty, and no sin; and yet the direct conse quences of it had been to destroy his ideal of uprightness to make a pure. God-fearing woman his accom plice after the fact. While Griswold was thus fighting his way blindly out of the darkness into the light, the net in which he had enmeshed himself was cut at the point where it was the strong est. When Dr. Farnhum returned from a visit to the iron works neigh borhood he found liis daughter wait ing for him at the gate. "Please don't get out," she said. "1 want you to take me over to the hotel on the Point. Will you?" The father cut the bti}»gy and gave her a hand to climb up beside him. "What's gone wrong, Lottie? Any thing that I may know about?" Khe shook her head. "Not now, poppa dear; but I must g'>." Hhe was silent tiii'l dry-eyed on the short drive; uud wheti U wu* «uded, and the good doctor had waited a long half-hour for her at the hotel, he drove her home and was no wiser than he had been. She had had him go in with her to send her card to Mr. Andrew Galbraith, but beyond the fact, that she had been closeted for a half-hour with the white-haired banker, the father knew nothing— nor did he seek to know, having per fect confidence in his daughter. What took place in Andrew Gal braith's sitting-room at the summer hotel was never known to any save the two who were the actors in the little drama. But when Charlotte came out Andrew Galbraith accom panied her and put her into the buggy with her father. And she was crying a little, though not as those who weep without hope. The old banker watched the buggy as it melted into the darkness of the driveway, and shook his head. "There goes a woman that any man might be proud to give his name till," he said. "Now, if the young deevil has half her courage—" "A gentleman to see you, Mr. Gal braith," said the voice of the night clerk beside him. "I thought you were in your room, and 1 sent him there." Griswold was standing, hat in hand, in the middle of the comfortable sit ting room when the banker entered. "1 beg your pardon," he began. "The clerk told me you were here, ; and I found the door open." | ".Sit down," said the banker, not in hospitably, drawing up his own easy | chair. But Griswold remained stand ing. "No," he objected. "What I have to say may be said standing. Mr. Galbraith, did you ever see me be fore you came to Wahaska? The shrewd old face was unreada ble by any, but if there was a certain glint of hardness in the eyes, it was tempered by the lines about the mouth. "Viiu wore a beard when you were in New Orleans, Mr. Griswold," he said at length. "Then you recognized me?" "Not at first, you may be sure." "1 suppose not; otherwise 1 should be awaiing my trial in the parish prison." "Is there any good reason why ye shouldn't be?" demanded the old man, with a rasp in his voice. "None at all, though up to an hour ago 1 should not have admitted it." "And what made ye change your mind, I'd like to ask?" "A number of things, but chiefly this: I have come to know now that what I did that morning was wrong." "Wrong!" shouted the banker. "Are ye clean daft, man? Was there ever any doubt about its being wrong?" "Not from your point of view, per haps; but if it bad seemed wrong to me, I should not have done it." "You're crazy, man; clean daft, I say." "Put it in the past tense, if you please, Mr. Galbraith. I'm in my right mind now." "And what cured ye, I'd like to know?" "The fact that I found out an hour ago that I had made a good woman my accomplice after the fact. There can be no question about the sinful ness of that, so 1 am here to do what I may in the way of reparation." "Goon," said Andrew Galbraith. "First about the money—" It was the canny soul of the old Scotchman that groaned. "Ye lost it, ye loon; I know all about that. Goon with your repara- I tions." "How did you know I lost it?" j queried Griswold, no little mystified, j "Never you mind what I know or : how I know it. Goon, I say." "But 1 didn't lose it; or rather, I j lost it and found it again. Odd as it may seem to you, I have never re garded the money as my own. 1 have held it as a fund in trust for the good of my kind. Ninety-five thousand dollars are invested in the Wahaska iron works, and there are some three thousand dollars of undivided profits due on this investment. Here is a check payable to your order for my balance at the bank—53,940.57. The iron works stock can be sold at par to-morrow, if you like, and that, with the dividend and this balance, will make you whole again, with a small interest on the principal." Andrew Galbraith heard him through, with grim satisfaction de picting itself on the shrewd old face, i "Ye're not so bad a financier," he said. "Now, what's to become of j ye?" "That remains for you to say. You may go and ring for the police, and I'll wait here till an officer conies; or if you don't care to be mixed up in it, I'll take the first train I south and surrender myself in New I Orleans." "Is that all?" "All but one thing. If you put the iron works on the market at once it will embarrass Mr. Raymer perhaps to the point of forcing him to tin? wall. I have no right to ask favors of you—" I The banker sprang up and began to tramp up and down in something a nearly approaching rage us he e'er | permitted himself. "Why, ye callow young fule, what d'ye think I'm made of?" lie explod- j i ed. "A few hours ago you and that ; j bravo bit of a lassie God bless her j risked your two lives to save mine, j D'ye think I'll be sending you to that ; leevin' death in the chain gang if ye were twenty times the crazy loon ye | are?" • irlswold drew himself up. "You've | got it to do, Mr. Galbraith. You i must not compound a felony to save j me." j "Compound your grandmlther!" shouted the old iiiiin. "If you |^«> and give yourself up in New Orleans, I'll go iju the sluud uud kwear 1 never set , CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER n, 1902. eyes on ye before. Then ye'll have an old man's perjury on ye're soul to answer for. Na, na, lad; they call me a hard old skinflint, but after a' I'm just human. You've turned face about, and it's not old Andrew Galbraith who'll be piling stones in your way. Go you right away down to the doc tor's and tell that brave lassie of yours what's come of it a', and to morrow we'll see about the money matters. Maybe I'll make up my mind to let sleeping dogs lie, and set ye up as my resident manager at your iron works. Goon, ye loon, be fore I turn ye out." Griswold went toward the door, with his brain in a whirl, but when his hand was on the knob Andrew Galbraith stopped him. "Hold on a minute, I forgot. There's a man here by the name of Griffin; he knows who you are, and he'll be nabbing you." Griswold smiled. "No, he won't. He has thrown up the job, as he will proba bly tell you to-morrow." "Thrown it up? What for?" Griswold hung his head. "I—l was lucky enough to save his life, too. I—" "That'll do; ye've a mission that way, it seems. Now, then, be off with you." Griswold left the room and hotel, walking as one in a dream. The dream lasted until he entered the gate of Lake Lodge and saw , v flutter of white on the big!, veranda. "What have you done, Kenneth?" she asked, when lie would suffer her to speak. "I have done what I could, dear, and it is nothing—less than nothing, in the way of reparation. Oh, Char lotte, you must be my conscience, if you take me. I am but a sorry knave, after all." "A knave of conscience," she mur mured; and lie caught at the phrases. "That shall be the name of the new book you are going to help me write," he said quickly, confirming it with a kiss. And so indeed it was. THE END. GREAT CORK FORESTS. Immense Tract* In Spnin nml I'orlii. Ijnl Are Covered with the Evergreen Oak. The cork forests of Spain cover an area of 620,000 square miles, produc ing the finest cork in the world. These forests exist in groups and cover wide belts of territory, those in the region of Catalonia and part of Barcelona be ing considered the first in importance. Although the cork forests of Estre mailura and Andalusia yield cork of a much quicker growth and possessing some excellent qualities its consist ency is less rigid, and on this account it does not enjoy the high reputation which the cork of Catalonia does, says the Boston Herald. In Spain and Portugal, where the cork tree, or Quercas suber, is in digenous, it attains to a height vary ing from 35 to 60 feet and the trunk to a diameter of 30 to 30 inches. This species of the evergreen oak is often heavily caparisoned with wide-spread ing branches, clothed with ovate ob long evergreen leaves, downy under neath and the leaves slightly serrat ed. Annually, between April and May, it produces a flower of a yellowish color, succeeded by the acorns. Over 30,000 square miles in Portugal are de voted to the cultivation of cork trees, though the tree virtually abounds in every part of the country, i The methods in vogue in barking ! and harvesting the cork in Spain and Portugal are virtually the same. The j barking operation is effected when the : tree has acquired sufficient strength to withstand the rough handling it | receives during this operation, which takes place when it has attained the fifteenth year of its growth. After the first stripping the tree is left in this juvenescent state to regenerate, sub sequent strippings being effected at intervals of not less than three years, and under this process the tree will continue to thrive and bear for up ward of 150 years. >'o Satisfaction In Thnt. • "Yes," he explained, "she is very angry with liim." "W'hy ?" she asked. "Oh, he caught her dozing in the hammock and kissed her." "While she was asleep?" "Yes." "And didn't know what was hap pening?" "Yes." "How inconsiderate. I should think she would be angry."—Brooklyn Eagle. AlmoMt Hearty. "Well, Hetty," said Cncle Bill, "I reckon you have written your grad uating essay and tire about ready to say good-by to school." "1 am almost ready, Uncle William, ** replied Harryette. "I have selected the material for my graduating dress, tiud as soon as 1 can decide whether to carry a bouquet in my hand or wear it in my corsage I shall give some atten tion to other trifles of the occasion." —Judge. Kriil I itkiitri of Her. Miss Franklelgh—Why, you a re liitip ! ing. Mr. Cppsturtl What is the j trouble? Mr. I'ppstart—My feet are swelled from some unknown cause. "You tire always going in for ex tremes. Now, it is your feet—but usu ally it's your head.—Chicago Daily News. A He (tuition. Little Clarence Pa, what is exeo* utive ability? Mr. Calliper.' Executive ability, my son, is the capacity for making soma one else puddle your owu cuuue for I you. Judge, WONDERFUL WORK. Case No. 18,977.—David M. Bye, IV 0. Address Box Midland, Mich., says:"Three months 1 was al most incapacitated from labor; couhi not sleep at night; had to walk the floor, owing to terrible pain in the hips, in the small oi the back, in my instep and ankle of the right leg. "1 was treated for sciatic rheuma tism in the hospital, but received no benefit. One month ago I returned home and was given a box of Doan's Kidney Pills. To-day residents of this city can bear witness to the fact that 1 am able to work, and can also walk to my work without the aid of a walk ing-stick or crutch. "In speaking of the immediate ef fect of Doan's Kidney I'ills, 1 did not find them to deaden the pain, but quickly and surely to eradicate the cause of it. "I am of the opinion that Doan's Kidney Pills is the best remedy for kidney ailments that can lie pro cured. 1 was especially careful in my diet, in order to give the treatment ftiir play. "In conclusion, I shall be pleased, at any time, to answer any inquiries re garding my case, from anyone desir ous of obtaining it." A FREE TRIAL of this great kidney medicine which cured Mr. Bye will he mailed on application to any part of the United Stales. Address Fos ter-Milbtirn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all druggists, price if) cents per box. Only Ilie/iMi Ix Sure. "Dolly," sairl the sick Mr. Hyrollcr to his little daughter, "has it occurred to you that papa might die and goto heaven?'' "No, replied the child, "because 1 *?i.ed the doctor tkat very question. "And what did he say'/" ''lie said: 'I don't think he will, al though, of course, he may have to die seme day.' "—Philadelphia Press. Old Oiieix. Quads —Funnyman tried writing his jokes on the typewriter, but had togo back to his fountain pen. Space—What was the matter with the typewriter? "The bell rang too often."—Manila American. London used during last year 208,000,000 gallons of water a day. lie only is a well-made man who lias a good determination. Emerson. Silence may be golden, but the gulden eagle talks. —Chicago Daily News. Kindness is a language the dumb can speak and the deaf can hear and under stand. —Bovee. A little inside information sometimes makes a man content to stay outside. — In-; dianapolis News. j lie who has no inclination to learn more will be very apt to think that lie knows enough.— Powell. Justice is the insurance we have on our live- and property, and obedience is the premium we pay for it. —Penn. In the Conservatory.—He—"There is something, darling. ' wuut t.. tell you." She —"Oil, then, let us get away from 112 the rubber plant. Come, tell me under the rose.lf —Baltimore American. "Don't worry about money,darling, when we arc married. We can live on the prover bial 'bread, cheese and kisses.' " "1 know, Archibald; but who is going t.i furnish the bread and cheese?" —Baltimore Herald. liland —"I didn't get Mrs. Barnes' hus band's vote, after all, although 1 patted her baby, and told her it was the perfect - image of Mr. Barnes." Bov,*ers— "\oui never have seen Barnes, have you?", liland "Come to think of it,l never have." —Boston Transcript. "I think," remarked the man who had re cently won $1,700 at the races before he woke up, "that I'll play two dollars each way on this horse." "1 see," said the Inno cent Party, w u, is anxious to learn, "that's so if he turns and goes in the op posite direction around the track, you win just the same, isn't it?"—Ciueiunati Com mercial Tribune. For Infanta and Children SignaturMy Years The Y ° u Have A,wa y s ®° u ßM ' ymr 9T THC CCNTAUH COMPANY, TT MURRAY tTfIttT.NIW VOBH CITY. SO PRESUMING OF HIM. Wllb Only S7B.OO<> n tear He Hud No Keuioii In lOipeol Tim I He lluil u Miuuee. T!ie yellow moon hung by its cres-mt hook in^t the starlit azure of the Sep tember sky, and the night was dreamy, de licious, divine, say- the New York Her ald. The man and the maiden walked be neath the silent stars and listened to tiie purple music from the dusk. Her jeweled fingers rested lightly on his arm, and he felt them there a> trembling harp strings feel tiie touch of angel hands that summon forth tiie soul's high harmonies. His heart beat fast and the red blood ran riot in his veins, for love had placed its c ialiee to his lips and he had drunk his lill. lie had not spoken, but he felt tae spirit of the hope that makes man dare do anything and now this night of nights should see him conqueror of the maiden's heart. "A penny for your thoughts," he whis pered, bending low to look into her sweet, solt eyes. "No more?" she murmured, looking up at him, to let those blue eyes fall again. He caught her hand in his and let his full heart flow. "All I have in the world," he said, sub limely. "Too little," she responded, with firm ness. And then he knew that some of his hated rivals had told her he had but $75,- 000 a year income and r.o rich relatives. He Grit It. The man with the cinnamon colored beard was observed standing at the coun ter and looking at the bottles on the shelves in some perplexity of mind. "What is it?" said the druggist. "bn't there an organization of Methodist young people," asKed the man, "that's named after some i»la« e where John Wes ley used to live?" "You mean the Kpworth league?" "That's it!" exclaimed the customer, his brow clearing, "(live me five cents worth of Kpworth salts."— Chicigo Trib une. California. The Passenger Department of the Chi cago & Northwestern Railway has just is sued a beautiful book of 00 pages, relating to California and the best route to the Pa cific Coast. The Book is artistically ar ranged, beautifully printed and fully illus trated —portraying the scenic beauties, ho tel and transportation advantages, and de lights of outdoor life in the favored climate of the Coast. This publication is of special value to those interested in California or contem plating a trip to that State, and may be obtained on receipt of four cents in stamps, sent to W. I>. Kniskern, Passenger Traffic Manager, Chicago, 111. A Knns a * Editor RIImI nn (e •. It is said that when a hungry Indian goes hunting lie kills the first thing lie s< es, if it is only a crow. If he kills a duck, lie drops the crow and if he ts a deer, he throws away the duck. Some girls are reg ular Indians, ar<?u't they? Lane New I.eaf. Dr. August Koenig's Hamburg Drops, as a blood purifier, strength and health re storer, and a specific for all stomach ( liver and kidney troubles, leads all other similar medicines in its wonderful sales and mar velous confidence of the people, especially our vast German population. It is not a new and untried product, but was made and sold more than sixty years ago. "No." said the bride-to-be, "I didn't ac cept Jack the first time he proposed." "How could you?" replied Miss Wry veil. "Why not?" "You weren't there."—Phil •detptua rress. Slop* the CoiiK'h and works off the cold. Laxative Bromo Tablets. Price 25 cents. Ethel—-"Father, please give me a nickel." Father—"Don't ,\oti think you're too big to beg for a nickel?" Ethel —" 'Spose you give me a quarter, then." —Detroit Fiee Press. Do not believe Piso's ( lire for Consump tion has an equal for coughs and colds.—J. F. 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