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C ATA W R H
ELY'S
CREAM : BALMlMBWK
(leatn.ea lit
Sasal Pskaaasrva.
Allaya Pain ' ad
1 H ainin.il .ss,
leal KoreFxr
f f Taatr
and Ntnoll. I Ti tV
Try the Cure.HAY-
A particle I. applied Into earb neetrils and la
aareeahle. Price 0 rents at lruiflt j bv mall
rrll.red. SO eu. EA.Y BROS-M Warren St..
New York.
LUMBER IS ADVANCING.
SAW-MILLS, STEAM ENGINES,
SH1NOLE MILLS. HAT PRESSES. Ito.
If yon want a I'lrai-slaa HA W Vfll.I
and l r :tloan. and special prtre to tatroduca
In yuursectioa to
A. B. KARQL'AR, (Limited.', York, Pa.
to 1SERTS SiTl?Jitt' J
w WM. A. MwTT.Hi York Ciity
Job work of ail kinds neatly rie cutci t toll
offico. tint us a trial.
OTEE
saaw
mm
Proprietor.
WHEN I'M BALD.
ThcrcN a iiuotum I would mention
If you'll litcn. wtfc, to mr,
1'or a fearful apprvbvaaiou
Now iiU'l thtn creeps over me;
Wt.n our livet bate reached the summit
Anil tb. turning point 1 called.
Aud Old Ak'i' U-V'u to ryo us.
Will you l.ivo m. if I'm 11J
Wben no more your ifi-ull.' Cufcr
Wiuiltr through my wni:.,- hair;
lint iro tfrKptng tbrouijh tlii' ait!:tss
f the wbvrenfs. of the wihalrj;
When til l Tiiac" fanta.tic Hnr-iti
O'er my face bb tiaine ba. .crawled.
Do you tbmk tbat yvu rn lotu me
Jut tbe Mac IX 1 am buitl?
Whivn my brow xhall ahamo tbe torn ton
As It rlv alaad a-J bare.
Write tbereiia: '"Tills -.lab 1 Mcrud
To his late lamented hair."
Like a grhiuiatf iull I" 11 haunt you
Till your sense Ktaml ap;all-d.
Can you brave th." tfsl, civ ilarliut;.
Will you lute me mheti I'm baldT
Wben mv prvnt jtty rinlt
Ilavr utit died, liut truui bvforu.
And until I lo meet thum
Tby will come ah !- nevermore,
Wben the tlliMi of Ofty ummcrn
O'er my h'lplv jiate hav- crawled.
And 1 have to wear a nightcap.
Will you love me wbeu I'm bald?
Yaukce HlaJe.
SQUARIXd TIILUS.
How a Sharp Schemer Was Neat
ly Outwlttod
IIrbrrt Dnisn jl-.-U up and flown
th Hniall room th.it had L-n th i-r-cial
saui-tuui f hi.t lrottT-in-la'. Tm
Tborji, bis brow knit In rxrilixHl
thiiulit. his flnyrr norvously rattlinj
his watch-oaain. Jnssin, his only HiaUw.
Tom Thorp-' widow, was snhbinir on
the aofa.
"Jtsio, d.ar," ho said, presTitly, "it
li crud to mako you talk, but if I could
only pot sorno roally cliar idea of tho
husinod. 1 inifrht, p-rhap. holp you."
Jossir sat uj, and triod to still th sobs
that tho talk about hor husband not
y't a month d-ad had call-d furah.
Sho was a woman with fair hair and
l.luo oy. and vounf cnoutrh rtill t
atuko herdft-p widow's mourning' doubly
pat hrtic.
"AtMiut tho hous?" sh' said.
'"Yes. You say it is almost paid for?"
"Th prioo was his thonsnnj dollars
for th liouso and sr,,uods. Thwro L a
vory lar'oon-hard and i"otab pardon,
lx-sidcs tho (jard-n in front. Toui was
to p'-ty for it just as ho oould, but not
las than thr hundrt'4 a yar. Wo
wore so anxious to have a homo of our
own, Ilort, that wo worked very hard
for it, and that is the reason I know all
alxiul it. I put aU uiy writing money
in. too; not a vast num. to bo iure, but
it helped alonjf."
"And you ats suro thoro woro five
thousand dollars paid to Mr. I'axon?"
"I am positively rortain of it."
"And the ns oints aro loot?"
"Ixht! (iiinc ontirly. ilcrt. I nvr
dar.-d say It. for I ran not prove it. but I
firmly beliovo Mr. I'axon Ktolo Tom's
receipt look."
"Why?"
"Well, ho is a man who i not innrb
resK.s-tsl. ami thr havo boon svral
tories told about him that throw a
tloutit over his Honesty. Still, he kvojn
rlmir of tlielaw. Tom took tho roroipts
for the payments on th houso in a small
rod aieoiint-lxH)k that had nothinjj elso
in it. That day no. I am not ''oiu to
ory aain. dear that dn-adful day. ho
sent word to Mr. I'axon that bo would
pay him flv- hundred dollar. lie had
hold a lot of wiMil. and I had two hun
dred dollar savsl. I know he had it
when Mr. I'axon came. Then-there
was that dreadful bomrrhajre. and bow
rould wo think of any thin; but Tom
for the next throe days? Hut. Itort, Mr.
I'axon was alone with hii hn bo was
taken ill and pave tho alarm. Thro
was nothing to prevent his slipping tho
rei'eipt-look into his pocket, and I be
lieve he did it. It ran not lo found.
Mr. I'axon vould not dare to as
sert that he has never lieon paid any
thintr but rent for the house, if he did
not. l ii.ne I ran not pnwluro th" receipt."
"Il'm! Vcs, I s-! Hut me ran not
icriiso a man of such a rrinie as that
without some proof."
"I understand that. I think be in
tendod. If Tom cot lettor. to pretend it
was a mistake, or he might have meant
to cheat hinf."
Was there never any witneas to the
pay men Us?"
"No. He would come over, or Tom
would (ro to him and pay whatever wo
could -pari. I5ut I havo seen tho re
ceipts often! And think, Itert. how
that Ave thousand dollars would help
me now!"
Iort did think of it! lie was a younj
man who had made for himself a homo
in a Western State, over which ho had
asked hi widow, sister to preside. He
had come to her with open hands and
heart, to o!Tor a home to hor and her
two hy. knowing that bin brother-in-law
had lived upon his salary a a clerk
in a wholesale house. liut he had found
that those two by closo economy, by
Tom's experiments in sheep-raising, and
Jessie's contributions to magazine lit
erature, had nearly neciired a homo of
their own, when a sudden ntpturo of a
blood-vessel had ended life for one, and
left tho other dcsolato.
Many long talks the brother and sis
ter had alxjut this cruel wrong pressing
upon her, but arriving always at tho
conclusion that onl yt the finding of tho
receipt-book could help hor. They were
still talking, in the room that Tom had
devoted to his ife literary labora and
his own business affairs and dignified
by the namoof library, tvhon Iter, point
ing to tho wall, said:
"Where on earth did you ever get that
horrid daub, Jessie? What is it?
"The Landingof tho Pilgrim Fathers,"
said Jessie, smiling. "It id a daub, TU'rt,
but Tom was fond of It for tho sake of
his only brother, who painted It. 1'oor
Fred! If? imagined himself a great art
ist, and this picture a masterpiece. But
after vainly trying to nell it. he pave it
to Tom. It was a dreadful job' to get it
up, and you see it takes all the space on
that side of the room. How wo are to
get it down is a mystery."
"IV you value it?"
"o! I scarcely knew Fred, who died
ten years apo, and tho picture is fright
ful." Il'm! I think I seo a light!" said
rt, musingly. -Well, dear, as there
is nothing to be gained b-r staying here,
how soon will you be ready to go to
Scr intonville with me?"
"1 will begin to pack to-day."
It proved to ! a tedious iob t
all the household goods into trmvelin- 1
'- ' ,wr' 'M ixjx alter Iox, to
take leave of neighbors, and make prep
arations f..r t!lL. htn joi.rney and nev
Lvu: JcssiyWid Cou.Xur. v
'U IS A rKIUlH WHOM THI TKDTH
EBENSBURG. PA.. FRIDAY. OCTOBER 3, IS90.
constant work, and the next wek most
of her packing wa tjni--bl.
Hut tho day before that appointed for
their start lic-rt ent for Mr. Paxn to
make onu mom apvul to his honesty.
Thcrt' was a long, rather stormy iat-r-view
in the dUmanthrd library, sliirv
only the hutre painting and two chairs
had been left. Jtert had left tho room
under ome pretense of (questioning hu
sister, aud Mr. I'axon was jits-ping
about in a i'aul I'ry way that Jeiv had
told her brother was habitual with him,
when ho mde a discovery. There wa
an ugly spaco in a isx-e.s. hero Tom
Thorpe's stationary desk had stood for
ten long yisirs agaiast the walL Scraj)
of paper and string, torn tnvelopts. all
tho dbrit of packing, wre scatterf.-d
about, but wisijfial into the top of tho
niop-lioanl u an envelope, almost con
cali.il, that Mr. I'axon was .urocou
tainod an inclosuro. Warily he crept up
to it, selzod It and found it a sua led nn
velopo directod:
To J fc.ssi k, tny vrif. To A ty.iu J O ily
lie crammed it hastily into his
pocket, and when Ilert returned took
hi doparluro. Something important
tKU.it bo in that papur that had evident
ly slipjod outofthodosk when it was
moved and osoapod olservation. ltut
thH disclosure was a btartling one. With
out any scruplo of homv or hoaosty,
Mr. I'axon broke tho seal and road:
"Data Jcssia: It has been lutitf kmrwn to
you. dear, thai my life was a procariouM one,
ami you will uct l Hurprtsed that I bavu mad
a little provisiou fur you and tbe chililruu.
1'oor Kr.vl loft me tf-n toiu.;tnd lU.liar. In
United Stts lKaiL. ami. ucwllllnjt to tnmt it
to any buck. I hats hiddnn It away la the low
er richt hand corner of the picture he
gave m. Tt Interest will run on until you
take thit envnlspu from lta bid'.nj place, aa u
one eJse will evrr move tbe plctur. oriflve
me fi kevtinsj tui.oue 4Mretfrom you. Tus."
Xo on ue! Why, they mlht ar
it down any moment. A cold aweat
broke out all ovor the rascal's ldy. All
hLs hoardod wealth, tho re.su It of hom
ing, cheating, aavirsg, wa aa nothing
comparod with thi new ly-dioovwred
treasure. Xobwdj elso mut find thoo
Iwnd!
Kut when ho returned to tho houso
he aound every thing In hurried con
fusion, and Iter lsning hurried x-dr.
"I cant talk to you now," h said, as
Mr. I'axon fame tip. "I am obliged to
l.avn on tho T:io p. m. truia intm li ,
and it nearly two o'clock now. Thwr
is still a wagon-load t g. and tho chil
dren and Jo.i am gettiuj dreAswd fwr
th carriage, at threo o'clock."
"JJut I must speak to yois."
"And that confounded picture has to
bo packed, too!" orifnl lUtrt, bustling
into tho house. "Iler', somo of you fel
lows. lcing a 8tp-laddnr!"
"No! no!" cried Mr. Paion. "I I
came over to ee if I couldn't buy that
picture."
"Tiny it!" Iitrt criV. "You might a.
well ak Jeesie to koll you ono f hr
loy: Why, hor dear brothor-in-lavr
painted it!"
"Hut it looks o well wlfiro it i. and
will bv no awkward to move!" crid Mr.
I'axon, watching with horror liort'
preparation to tear the painting from
the wall. "I will giv you a good price."
"How much? Kut I am' aura) Jwevsio
will never part with it." "
"Kivo hundred dollars."
"Bah!" "
"A thousand
A thousand dollars for Kuril a work
of art a that! Why, man alive, if Jcj.
aie ever could part with it it ought to
bring five time that sum!"
"Five times that sum! Fiive thousand
iollars!" cri-d Mr. I'axon.
"Certainly!" said llert. coolly. "Hut
wo do nut wish to sell it at alL Come,
lurry up! Take out the t-oji nails very
rarefully. there."
"I'll give yon Ave thousand for it!"
ried Mr. I'axon, desperately, rapidly
alculsting the ten years" interest n
the bonds.
"I5ut we leave here in half an hour.
You don't carry fivo thousand dollars
round in your pocket, do you?"
"No, but I carry my check-look. I'll
ive you a check!"
"Won't do! I can not stop to rash it."
"I'll run over to the bank with it mv
self." "Well. you haven't much time. You
g-t the money, and I'll speak to Jessie
wliib you are gone. I'm not sure she
will take it!"
( ill d;i'tr-d Mr Paxon, and IWt hur
ril the lnt Nixea on tho wagon and
sent it ofT ju as the rarriago drove up.
Jf-ssie and the lys were alrealy seate.1
when Mr. Paxon came round the eor
ner. actually carrying tho money in his
hands.
Very carefully Bert conntod it. tho
rrisp notes for live hundred dollars each,
that represented tho exact sum that
Tom had paid the rascally landlord for
the houso his widow was leaving.
''Correct!" he said, presently. "There
i no need of a r-ceipt. You can see tho
pictures through the window. (rood
bye!" Tho carriage whirled off, and Mr.
Paxon entered the empty house. The
workmen had gono with the wagon, liut
hen he pulled the eornerof thecanvas,
ho fouud it alr"d y loosened from tho
frame. A large, yellow envelope, with
tbreo immense red seals, was lehind it,
aud with trembling fingers he tore it
open. A long slip of paper was the only
inctOanre, and half-fainting, tho disap
pointed schemer read:
"This make6 our account squari."
Anna Shields, In N. Y. Lodger.
The A rent Met Tier Match.
"I was settling mown to work." said a
business man to a Boston Globe re
porter, "when a pretty woman entered
my oflice. No one would aaspoct that
she was a book-agent. She placed a
volume In front of me and began to talk.
I told her I would not buy tho hook if I
really wanted it. 'Never mind,' aaid
she, paily. 'It won't cost you any thing
to look at it.'
"As she desired. I did look at it I
read the introduction and then chapter
1. It was alout ten o'clock when I
opened the book. At eleven o'clock the
pretty book-agent had become uneasy.
I never raised my ryes. Another hour
and fhe was pacing up and down the
floor. At one o'clock, wben she bad
nearly worn herself out, I laid the book
down, and, putting on my hat and coat,
said to the thoroughly-exasperated
woman: 'That's a clever book; I regret
that I can not read more of it, but I
must go away to dinner.'
"She was mad. but she didn't say a
word. Grabbing the book, she shoved
it into her 6acbtl and make ior the
street "
Chorus of Coquettes "Let us each
le up and doing with a fate for any
Lvart," WitaLin 'ton Post.
e ?r ir
M1III nil, AMP ILL ARK 1LATU BBS
ID.'
THE liUN OF 07.
A Wild Race with a Runaway
Freight Train.
"Want to hear how a man of my age
happened to hare gray hair? Well, of
course you know it's prematura. I am
only twenty-seven. It was six years
ago, and this Is how it happened."
Having often wondered how it was
that Harry Kaily should possoss a head
of hair tho color of clean cotton and tho
stoop of a man of sixty, while still
yourry in yoaw. It was with a fooling of
satisfaction that I prepared to listen to
the explanation:
"It was in Colorado, on ono of the
wildest and roughest railroads I know
of. The scenery was similar to that of
tho Denver & Rio Grande on Dump
mountain.
"At the bottom, the road-bed was
forced in against the opposite mountain
by a noisy littlo river, that ran some
thirty foot In low. Thero were three
tracks on tho mountain sido, and, stand
ing on any one of the three, the other
two could be seen.
"The road was stocked with Baldwin
engines, and, to facilitate tbe climbing
of tho heavy grades, they had small
driving-wheels.
"I wa fireman on C7, which was used
in tho passenger service. She had the
largest drivers on the road, and they
only measured forty -eight inches in
diameter.
"Matt Irwin was the engineer. lie
was a crabbed, cross, little, old man,
with a bald head aud an iron nerve.
II had been on the road ever aiace it
had been constructed, and seemed to
think that tbe officers should respect
him which they did in a way instead
of vice versa.
"Sixty-seven had just boon heusod
after a run. I was filling tho oil-cans
and Matt was hauling off his overalls,
when Mr. Fox, the superintendent,
climbed into the cab.
"Aftor a few commonplace remarks,
he Oaked, abruptly:
" 'Matt, how soon cam 67 go out?
" 'Just as soon aa I can pull on my
overalls, was the reply. 'Her steam
hasn't been Tblowa out yet, aad her fire
hasn't leen drawn.'
"Tho superintendent looked at both
of tut rather hard, as though he wa siz
ing us up, and then hw said, awful sol
eian: " 'Matt, you've been with us a long
time. You've been triod and not found
wanting. To-night we cull on you to
perform the most dangorous piece of
work yet. Will you do it?"
"Matt's eyes looked as large as eau
cers in the dim light of the cab. I con
fess I was trembling myself.
" 'What is if." he askod.
" 'There's been a big mistake made in
tho higher office but that is not for
us to criticise and thero is but ono way
to rectify it. Here tho superintendent's
voice dropped to a whisper. fJne- hun
dred and fifty thousand dollars in gold
has got to be in 11 before) luidnigbt,
to connect with the l"ast-ern oxpross,
and you'ro the mau selected to take it
through.
"Old Matt snowed his astonishment
with bis eyes, but nevor opened his
mouth. As for me, I was so excited by
this time that I had to stop uy work,
becauso I poured more oil on tue floor
than I did In tho cans.
" 'As I aaid before,' went on the su
perintendent, 'it's dangerous business.
There are men in town to-night who, if
they knew the nature of this run, would
ditch you to secure the fortune. Guards
would only excite suspicion, and if you
left the track anywhere between Haver
sack grade and the bottom, ono man
would be as good as fifty, for none could
escape. You'll
" 'I'll go.' said old Matt, straightening
up.
" 'And your fireman?
" 'I'll take Harry, here. It's going to
be a dark run to-night, and I don't want
strange hands about the engine. Wo
understand each other.
"That was as fine a compliment as
Matt over gave, and I felt proud. But
I was only little potatoes in this deal.
The auperintendent merely glanced at
me, and, taming to Matt, continued:
""A lone engine might create sus
picion, so we'll make up a wild freight.
They'll all bo emptiest. Back down to
the ofllces before you couple on, and
we'll put the safe under the coal in tbe
tender.'
"That was all. He jumped oft and
disappeared. For some time Mact and
I sat staring at each other, then he slid
off his seat and said:
"'This won't do! Supper, Harry
eupperl We haven't much time to lose.
Jtonly lacks a few minutes 'of six. Bo
back before the quarter.'
"Tho wind was whistling among tho
cars, whiskiag the dust and papers
about, while in the south a big black
cloud was coming .up, resplendent with
chain lightning. Altogether, tho night
promised to be unusually bad.
"I was back on tame, but Matt was
there before me. He had lighted tho
shaded steam-gauge lamp, and stood
scanning a small pieoe of pasteboard.
" 'What do you make of this, Harry?
he asked, as I climbed up beside him.
'I found It pinned to my cushion.'
"On it was scrawled, with a lead pen
cil, the words:
" 'Danger! Don't pull th wild freight to
night If you rains your live.
" 'A Turn Fribxd.'
" '1 make it that somo one besides
the superlatendent and us knows of it,'
I replied, the cold shivers beginning to
chase each other up my spinal column.
There's danger ahead!'
'Aye, thero is danger, my boy, and
old Matt spoke softer than I had ever
heard him before. 'If you want to "
" 'I'll go where you lead, I replied,
quickly, knowing what ho was going to
say.
" 'Then we'll go through If it takes
the wheels out from under! Ring up
the wipers!
"And, without waiting for the hostler
to run the engine out, old Matt backed
hor on to tho turn-table, where the
wipers swung her around, and then we
backed down to the ofllces, where four
trusty men soon had tho square safe
under the coal.
"A few minutes later we were coupled
on to a half-dozen empty freight cars
and a caboose.
" 'There's your orders! cried Jimmy
O'Connor, the conductor, shoving up
the yellow sheet, of tissue-paper.
"Old Matt looked them over and we
began to move out of town.
" 'We've got a clear track, he said,
looking across at me; and then he drew
up tbe corners of his mouth, and I
looked for a quick run.
I w ' V ' BVa .
1,1
SI. BO and
"Before we reached tho outskirts of
the town the rain began to come down
In a perfect delugo. Great drops, mixed
with bail, and in such quantity that the I
dry drains were soon transformed into
raging creeks. J
I me wina nowiea ana snnokoa j
abovo the rumblo of the train and I
i threatened to lift 07 oft the rails, j
When tho telegraph, polos began to !
snap off Matt's f aco began to lengthen.
Goed night for wash-overs,' ho ;
said. 'And wash-overs are as bad as
washouts! '
"It was all down grado and all tho !
steam used was to run the air-pump. I j
Lad only to keep tho firo alive. j
"Eight miles down we ran past a j
small station where a freight train was j
sido-tracked. It had perhaps a dozen
cars. j
"Just before we reached it I saw a !
man dart in between two of tho cars to ;
escape tho head-light. j
"I thought him either a trainman t
or a tramp, but have since changed my
mirrd. J
"We wore half way down the Haver- j
sack grade, with a straight stretch of 1
track and a long curve before ws, when
Matt looked across and said: i
' 'I'm afraid the little pasteboard was j
only a scare. If ' i
'"Thore was the Cash of a light bo- i
hind, the rattle of coal, and Bob Dan- ;
can, the forward brakeman, stood in I
the cab. Ilis face was as white as a
eLoet. j
"'Shut Lor down Bhut hor down, for
noaven's sake'." he shouted. 'A freight's
broke loose and is coming down the
I grade twe miles a minute!'
"Before you could snap your fingers
my face was as pale as Bob's.
"Matt Irwin never lost his head, and,
with a coolness that comes to fow men
in a time of danger, he asked: 'How do
you know?'
" 'Seen her by a flash of lightning.
O'Connor and Billy have jumped"
"And then Lo swung out on the step
and disappeared.
" 'Jump, if you want to, Harry,' called
old Matt. 'I'm going to stick to her!'
"I gave one look at the Egyptian dark
ness and concluded that 1 would stay
with old Matt.
" 'Keep your eye peeled for her," he
cried, and commenced to let 67 out.
" 'There sho is!' I shouted.
"And there it was, sure enough. It
had just come out of a cut Ono of tho
boxes was on fire, tho flamo streaming
back half a car length and cutting
through the air like a meteor.
" 'She's four miles behind,' said old
Matt, 'and coming four feet to our ono.
If wo can get around tho carve there's a
how of her jumping.'
"And then legan that terrible ride.
"Ho hooked 67 up to tho first notch
and ot.onod the throttlo.
"With seven cars behind we sho:
down tlie grade of ono hundred and seventy-five
feet to tho mile.
"67 set low in hor frame; but overy
low joint rung her boll for an eighth of
a tuile. She jumped and swayed an4
threatened to leave the raili. Tho v,iul
shrieked around us liko a thousand de
mons, and the rain poured against the
windows in a perfect struam.
" 'There's danger ahead and death le
hini.' shouted the old engineer. 'If tho .
rain loosens a bowlder and drops it on
the track
"I shuddered. Thero was the blasted
pine that marked tho curve. Tlie next
second wo reached it. For a moment I
thought it was all over. Then 67
rijrhted. There was a sharp jerk. Wo
forged ahead faster, and our seven cars
cleared tho road-bod and went down tho
blull with a crash that was heard high
above the storm, leaving a clean track
for the runaway lehind. that was com
ing as swift and sure as death.
"If the runaway got around the. curve,
the probabilities were that we would bo
knocked from the track into tho river.
"We were very near to tho bottom
now, wbero tho road-bod followed tho
river, and engineers were cautioned not
to run over fifteen miles per hour.
"But orders were not respected that
night. We were making thirty miles
an hour when a flash of lightning
showed me that dark string of cars
coming around the curvo. Tho blazing
box was on the opposite side and in
visible. "Old Matt gave 67 tho steam so sud
denly she seemed to jump from under
us; but the runaway was not more than
half a mile behind and coming with the
speed of a tornado.
"There was no getting out of the way.
In a moment it weuld bo onus. I im
agined I could see tho black mass com
ing down on us In the darkness, when
, heavy rumble was heard, followed by
a tremendous crash.
"The rain had loosened tho rock and
dirt overhaiging the track, and it only
needed the jar of the passage of 67 to set
it in motion.
"Something like a thousand tons of
debris rolled on to the track directly
behind us, and into this those runaway
cars plunged.
"liut we did not find this oat until
afterward. Matt kept 67 up to what
was a tremendous speed on that
track. Sho plunged and rolled and
rang her bell continually. A dozen
times I thought wo were going into tho
river.
"We pulled through all right; but
that was my last trip. When I got oil
the engine my hair was streaked with
gray, and now it is as white as snow.
"For somo time it was thought that
the runaway cars had broko loose; but
tho company became suspicious and had
the case looked into with tho result of
running down some tough characters,
who finally confessed to cutting thom
loose with tho intention of ditching us
between Haversack grade and the bot
tom and securing tho treasure.
"Old Matt has retired from the road;
but I do not think that either be or I
shall ever forget tho run of 07. " W.
F. Bruns, in Golden Days.
Singular Tension Claim.
A very singular pension application
comes from Bradley County, Tenn. Tho
petitioner avers that when he was a
boy of thirteen an engagement between
Union and Confederate cavalry occurred
in bis village, which so frightened him
that he has not leen right since, llo
claims that ho lost a straw hat, has no
inclination for work, and dislikes to pet
up in tho morning, for which ho holds
his scare responsible.
An Incensed Preacher.
A Montreal clergyman was recently
invited to marry a couple, the brido be
ing bis particular friend. The bride
groom, however, did not appear, and tho
minister was so incensed that he hunted
him up tho next day and gave him a
bound thrashing.
. , ft r A. yfei
postage per year in advance.
NUMBER 3S.
THE BALD-HEADED MAN.
One wonld think to read the papVrs discours
ing on th- fly.
The proun'ls for his creation and the various
reasons why,
That the underlying motive, tho real objective
plan.
Was to got another whack at
The bald headed man.
Now the fiy Is no respecter of persons or of
pates:
lie liK'ht wherever fancy or the cent of pame
dictates;
Ills object Is to uck up all the Juices that ho
can.
And he 1 no Xcmcis of
The bald-headed man.
The fiy has been created fnr a scientific use.
And there Is no uo of hublui up a ttiiuly -clad,
excuse;
He was made to Rive reporters, ever since tho
world 'H'ftn,
Another chance to ridicule
The bald headed man.
You may talk of f tlcky paper and lay trains of
dynamite.
But tti fly will live and flourish, as he alway
has, in spito,
And th.- pnra;-rLihlng punster from Ticer-
sbeba to lan
Will keep up thetr porsfci;tion of
The bald buuded man.
Put Jut them a!', remember there was odcc a
prophet old
To whom tlio sportive urchins. In wickedness
mailn bold,
Itenmrlovl : ";o up. thou balJhead:" whon
out the bl boars ran
And HWuliowed up tin scoffers of
The bald hts'lod man.
Judgo.
A FAKMEirS WIFE.
Why
Kate Blesses a
Old Undo.
Hardenod
"I never savf such lovely woods in all
my life!" said Kate Blessington. "Win
tergreen and slondor-stommod will
flowors, and gray, old, fallon logs hid
den in ferns, and morry little tinkling
brooks! And Charley has showed mo
where there is an ice-cold spring under
tho rocks, and a cave where the Indians
used to hide in Revolutionary times!"
"Humph'." said Mrs. Daggett, knit
ting away as if each separate needle
weto freighted with electricity.
"And we're going to have a picnic to
morrow, all by oursolves," went on
Kato, carelessly swinging her broad
brimmed hat by one ribbon, "Charley
and I. I'm to pick a basket of wild
strawberries, and he's to bring rolls and
lettuce and hard-boiled eggs, and I shall
show him Madranello's recipe for salad
dressing out there, under the trees.
And we'll cool a bottle of your currant
wine in the spring and read Shako
spnarc. under tho green vines, with tho
blue-birds whistling in our ears: and,
altogether, it will be j:;t like a dream
of Arcadia!"
"Humph!" said Mrs. Daggett.
"That's twice you'vo uttered that stifT
old monosyllable," sail Kate, a little
piqued. "1 wonder what it means!"
Mrs. Daggett looked up at the lovely
young thinif. in her cool, rustling mus
lins, an l the slender poll chain ground
her whito throat SiiO "took stock," so
to speak, of tho dazzling blue ayes and
tho hair that was like a cloud of crinkly
gold, and the pure red-and-wbite com
plexion. And sho thought of honest,
sun-burned Charley at work In tue up
land grass lots, and tho conviction
pressed more deeply than ever upon her
mind that it was not a fairly-matchod
contest between her grandson and her
city boarder.
"Did you ever read tho fable of tho
'Boy and the Frogs,' Miss Blossington?''
said she.
"Haven't I?" retorted Kate, with a
laugh. "Half n. dozen times at least.
But why do you ask?"
"Bocaisse," said Mrs. Daggett, "what
was fun to the boys was death to the
frogs."
"You mean "
"I mean," said old Mrs. Daggett,
shrewdly eying Miss Blessington over
tho rims of her silver spectacles,
"that what tiu are enjoying so much
may bo a sorry business for my grand
son Charley!'
"What nonsense," cried Kate, "as if I
meant any thing!"
"That's jsst it," said Mrs. Daggett.
"You don't mean any thing, but Charley
does! Charley is in earnest about every
thing!"
"Does he really dare to imagino that
I would"
"Stop a minute, my dear, stop a min
ute," interposed the old lady, whoso
knitting needles had never for a single
moment abatod their clicking. "What
is he to imagino, whon you seek his
jociety, take pleasuro in his companion
ship, and put forth all your attractions
to charm him?"
"Becauso I do like him," said Kate.
"And ho lorrt you!"
Kate's lip quivered; tho deep carmine
rushed into hor cheek.
"I'm sorry,' said she, "I am, indeed.
I never thought that Oh. ir I could
only put ofT this picnic business!"
Tho old lady eyed her still more
sharply.
"So he's nothing more than an ordi
nary acquaintance, to you?" said she.
"I liko him," said Kate. "Oh, ever so
much! But I never can bo a farmer's
wife!"
"Thore are peoplo in tho world worse
oil than farmers' wiv es," said Mrs. Dag
gett. "Perhaps eo," said Miss Blessington,
a littlo haughtily. "But Uncle Or
lando has brought me p with far d Cer
ent views. I am to go with him to
Europe, and be presented at court by
the American Minister's wife. I am to
bo his heiress and "
Mrs. Daggett roso quietly up and laid
aside her knitting.
"I must go and aeo after my roast
ducklings and green peas," said sho.
"And your beautiful bunch of ferns.
Miss Blessington, is all wilting, for a
lack of a littlo cold water to put them
in."
Kato Blessington went slowly across
the wido hall, where the two-hundred-year
old Antwerp clock ticked like the
fall of ghostly footsteps. At tho same
moment Charley Daggett cam in; a
tall, sunburned Apollo, with dark,
sparkling eyes and a rich, brown com
plexion, liko a Spaniard's.
"Soo-what I have found up in tho
fields," said he.- "Just ia time to escape
tho scythe! .A nest of young robins,
which somehow had fallen from the
trees. "
"Oh, tho dear, dear little things,"
cried Kate, her blue eyes glittering, her
damask cheek laid softly against tho
callow nestlings.
"I thought you wodl' lik-to 'seo
them," said Charley. And then, all In
a second, ho took both her hands, bird'a
nest and all, in his. swayed by a sudden
Lurat of iuipulso.
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"Kate," cried he, "I love you! 0b.
my dearest, you must havo kn'vr it
long ago."
But sho pulled her hands indignantly
away from him.
"flow dare you speak so to me, Mr.
Daggett?" said she. And tho next in
stant she w as gono.
Charley Duggett looked after her with
a painod and bewildered face, like one
who has received a mortal wound. Was
it, then, possible that he had been so
fatally mistaken? That all this time
Ktto Blessington had only been amus
ing herself at his expense; ... .
" Trylnif to break a country heart '
For pastime, ere sho went to town."
While up in her own room Kate Bless
ington bi;rst into a passion of tears,
w hether of pain or pleasure, sho could
hardly tell.
"I liked him so much," she sobbed
out. "Oh, I rMiko him so much and,
now But the idoa of his daring to teil
mo that he loved mo! I'll go home to
morrow!" And tho picnic by the mountain
spring, whereat Mr. Daggett was to be
instructed in the mysteries of Madran
ello's recipe for salad-dressing, ncu:
came to pass.
Tho old housekeeper in the Fifth
avenue mansion stared when she opened
the door to Miss Blessington, who 1.1
driven up to the front steps in a cab,
pile high with luggage, in tho purple
dusk of the summer evening.
"I my undo at home, Priscilla?" '
"Well, Miss Kate," stam tin e 1 t!.o
astonished old lady, "ho just ain't, and
that's a fact!"
"Gone to his club?"
"No, Miss Kato, notezackly."
"Where m he then?" :
"Didn't you git his letter, miss?"
questioned the old woman.
"1 have got no letter. He isn't sick?"
"No, miss, but he's married!"'
"Married?"
Miss Blessington sat down In the big.
hall-chair.
"My uncle? And to whom?
"To Miss Nina Grey!"
"Nina Grey!" gasped Kate. "Pris
cilla, you must be dreaming. She'b
younger than I am."
"I ain't, miss, no more'n yoursf.
Ho sailed for Europe on Saturday, with
his bride. Dear rue, here's tho letter n.- .v,
in tho rack. I s'posod it had bee"
mailed a wesk ago."
A cold, clear, cutting letter in which
Mr. Orlando Blessington expressed his
conviction that in roaring and educat
ing his niece he had done all that
could possibly bo expected of him.
That he bad just been married to pretty,
little Nina Grey, his partner's y King
est daughter, and that hereafur l-Q
hoped that Kato would iinl it conven
ient to shift for herself, as Nina pre
ferred no divided rulo in tho Fifth av
enue mansion.
Poor Katel
Once, twice, sho read tho letter or
before she found herself able fully .o
comprehend its cold, cru' l moaning;
and then, with her eyes blinded with
tears, sho turned to Priscilla.
"I may stay hero to-night, I Sup
pose?" she said with a quiver in her
voice.
"As long as you please. Miss Kate!'
cried the old woman.
"No," she returned more firmly; "this
is no longer my homo. Only only I
havo nowhere elso to go, just yet, a.i-I
all this seoms so sudden."
Mrs. Daggett could hardly believe her
eyes, tho next week, when Miss Bless
ington came back to the old farm-house
among the Berkshire hills.
"You are surprised to see me," said
Kate, with a faint smile. "But but
things havo altered with in. My uncle
has married a girl younger than myself,
and turned me in a civil sort of way,
to bo sure out of doors. I have pot to
work for my living now. And there aro
so fow tilings, short of genteel starva
tion, that a woman can do! So I
chancod to remember what you said
aLout a school-teacher letig needed at
the Hadden Cross Koads public-school,
whore nobody liked to go, because it was
such an unhealthful location, and tho
scholars all so rough and stupid. But
beggars mustn't bo choosers, and I
thought that perhaps Charley Mr. Dag
gett could see the trus tees for me, in
a day or two."
"Certainly," said Mrs. Daggett. "Aud
you'ro kindly welcomo, Miss Blessing
ton, back to the old farm."
But Kato cried herself to sleep that
first night in the sweot old room, where
the sweet-brier bushes sent up so subtle
a fragrance, and the walls were papered
with blue-and-white strips.
"So you are back. Miss Blessington?"
said Charley, when ho met her, the
next day.
"Yes, I am back."
"And you want to go to teaching?"1
"Yes."
"But I onco heard you say you detest
ed school teaching."
"So I do."
"Then why do you toach'.'-'
"Because," confessed Kate, crimson
ing, "there is no alternative."
"You would rather teach school than to
be a farmer's wife?"
"I haven't said so!" said Knte, biting
her lip. "And it's very wicked of yod
Charley Mr. Daggett, I mean to tauat
me so."
"Kate"
"Well Charley?"
"Will you bo a farmer's wife, 'r.f"
"Of course I will be if you ask me?'
"Because thoro is no other alterna
tive?" "No because I love .ye, Charley!'
So they were married; and Kate has
been heard to declare that tho kindest
office Uncle Blessington ever did her
was to send her back to tho peaceful old
Daggett homestead.
"For," sho says, "a farmer's is thfj
most independent life in tho world
next to that of a fanner's wilo." Jane.
A. Lewis, in N. Y. Ledger.
Limit or Natural Vision.
Tho limits of vision vary with eleva
tion, conditions of tho atmosphere, in
tensity of illumination and other mod
ifying elements in dUTerent cases. On
a clear day an object ono foot above a
level plain may be seen at a diitanco of
1.31 miles; one ten feet high, 4. IS miles;
one 20 feet high, 5.b miles; ono 100
foot high, 13.1 miles; ono a milo high,
as tho top of a mountain, 95. j:j miles.
This allows 7 inchos, or, to be exact,
6.19 inchos, for tho curvature of the
earth, and assumes that tho size and
illumination of tho object are sufllcicnt
to produce an image. Fivo miles may
be taken as the extreme limit at which
a man is visiblo on tho flat plain to an
observer on the same level. St- Louis.
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