The Centre reporter. (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, July 16, 1884, Image 2

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    A DIFFERENCE, |
You drink from out your cup
The sweetest wine;
I have but bitter dregs
And lees, in mine,
You have the richest fruit
In all the land;
Mine has turned to ashes
Within my hand.
You count your conquests o'er
And little dream
My love is greater far
Than all they seem.
A thousand hearts are yours,
You care for none,
I'd give my life to have
The heart of one.
“EVER THINE.”
“It is very cold, dearest, Are your
wraps sufficiently warm?” said John
Elton, as he placed his hand caressingly
on the shoulder of Ella Wardour, who
was going out for a sleigh ride with him
that crisp, cold, January morning.
“Oh, ves,” replied Ella. Look, my |
cloak is fur-lined and my hood is made
of eider-down. 1 am weather-proof, I
think.’
The jinglirg of bells announced the
arrival of the sleigh at the door. Ella
went out into the hall, and returned
with a letter in her hand.
“‘Sea,” she cried, as she held up the |
wissive. ‘James found this in the
sleigh, where you must have dropped
i”
“Yes, dear. Come let us be
My horse is restless in the cold.”
“But the letter?”
“Oh, yes, the letter.
“Not until you tell me the name of
your correspondent. The writing is
certainly feminine, and the dainty seal
1s of blue wax, bearing the motto ‘Ever
Thine’ impressed up on it. ‘Ever Thine,’
indeed !—ta a man whose love has been
off,
"
Give it to me.
plighted to me for a year! Tell me the
name of the writer and give me permis-
the lett
lo that answered
“Would
you bave me betray the secrets of
cannot
Ong
fair lady to another, when they are both
unmarried, and profess to be equally
fond of me?”
“Then you
correspondent is
you?"
“Yes, my
and I believe she is fond of me."
“Now John,” cried Ella, **I will read
the letter and you cannot prevent me!”
As she attempted to break the seal
her lover snatched the missive from her
hand. Ella still smiled; but there was
a bitter tone in her voice, and an an
flush deepened the roses on her ches
John could not ke
change in her countsnance, and
of sternness and determ
with the smile upon his
swered:
‘Will, Ella, is not a pleasant word for
rosy lips!"
letter into fragments and . threw them
in the fire, adding as he did so" Nos
are you satisfied?
as well to me as to yourself.
?
acknowledge
'
lady
: ,
correspondent is a lady,
ry
"iJ
1 4
ke
observing the
a shade
nation mingled
Li he an-
ps as
Thus speaking he tore the
v
The contents are lost
An angry retort rose to Ella’s lips as
she witnessed destruction of the
letter, and the request that had only
been playfully made now took the form
of action of vital importance. *‘I will
never forgive him!” was her first
thought, but she paused before she spoke
again. Then with a calm
gaid: “Mr. Elton your sleigh is at thea
door: I have the honor to
very good morning!” She was about
leaving the room when John sald to
ber:
“Stop, Ella, fof a minute. I was rude
to burn the letter and I ask your pardon.
Will you not give me one kiss before
you go?” .
“1f you tell me what was in that let-
ter!” a
“I know no more about its contents
than you do.”
“Then tell me the name of your cor-
respondent.”’
“How can I tell you when I did not
see it? Have you not learned yet that
requests succeed better with me than
demands? The kiss first,” he continu-
ed, as he took her unwilling hand “‘and
then I will tell you all I know about
Hy
*“The information first,” replied the
girl
“Mo,” sald John, “If you never kiss
me again!’ His look of determination
was unmistakable now, and his proud |
lips pressed hard against each other.
“This time, farewell, Mr. Elton!”
Ella made a slight inclination of the |
head, while an angry flush burned
brightly upon her face, |
“Farewell? Let it be so, then!" |
cried John, “Farewell, Miss War-|
dour.”
In a second John was gone, and the |
sleighbells shat had rung such a merry |
peal in Ella's ears now seemed to sound |
a death-knell to all her hopes. She |
buried her head in the sofa cushions and
burst into a violent fit of weeping.
“Why, Ella, dear, not gone yet?”
said a sweet, motherly voice, as the
door opened and Mrs, Singleton entered
the room, When she saw the prostrate
form of her niece and heard her stifled
fobs she quickly approached her with a
sace full of sympathy. “What is the
matter, Ella? here is John? 1
thought you had gone out together,
What has happened,’
“Oh, Aunty, iv was a'l about a hor
rid letter!’’ sobbed the girl. *'1 have
the
voice she
wish you a
been rude and unfeeling, and John has
back to me, and my heart is broken—
“Ella, you have not quarreled with
John? Surely vou have not parted with
him in anger?”
such a tremor of alarm that the girl
looked quickly up. She saw that every
tears.
“Oh, Aunty!”
girl, “why do you look at me so?
you know that John will never—-.
A fresh burst of throbs choked
voice and her head was again buried in
the sofa cushions,
1"
knew the story of my
would not wonder it fills me
parted in anger.
“Your life, Aunty?—and I have
always thought you were so happy.”
“There was a time dear child, when
I was young and fair, and 1, too, had a
lover, noble and true, on whom 1
stowed my heart. My parents gave me
to Henry Singleton willingly, because
they thought he would be sure to make
We were married and alter
our bridal tour, when returned to our
lovely cottage home, nestling among
the trees and shrubs that quite Ind it
from the of the we
lived a life of perfect felicity.
be-
view passers by,
“It was in the third month
third month—of our wedded existence
that Henry came one day
the kiss without which
Lie
His horse was saddled at the gate,
only the
to give me
he never left
me,
and a bouquet ot roses he hdd gathered
for me was in his hand, As he entered
1 1 %
looked s0
handsome and
the room he
good that my whole heart went out in
to God for having made
thankfulness
me his wife,
“i 'My darling,’ he said, as
note, ‘1 must ask your
¥ ot Fy
forgetf
nass, This was |
store vesterday, bn
I Tarocat it
41
0 » i
to you
‘+ T* i
both Henry and myself,
Ww sy ~ " v .
HOLe WAS Iron irik nds dear
¢ tald +1
It told us th
were dine with us that
coming out to
day, and begged that Henry would
+) 3
LOT z #1} s } i 3
WON, a8 Ley Lada 8
I . 4 4 1 ¥y
ular to tell him.
home
I said to him, aft
1 cannot pr
)
would be glad to
I have an engagement
FRY
ii.
he Seckoiimile
at three o'clock
tL pus
fv
Oils
must be put
the wilfulness of a pets
&
friends have
ne «
Wn MAT
1
been here and you must promise posi-
ively to come home.’
“You must not
wife,’ he answered,
merchant and cannot 1
ness I must keep my
PCIOCK.,
“And this eng
consequence LO you
your wife?’ 1 po
“Don’t be un
“Promise the
ty » Rieger ’
home to dinner,
“¢I have already told you I
promise,’
y 1 ' 5 5
“Well, then, go!’ I said. ‘I do not
\
’
care whet!
Canno
ier you ever come back again!’
and 1 left him,
“Henry mounted his horse and rode
AWAY. wuld
ling him
Had he looked back 1 sal
have called him, and after te
him, begged for the kiss and embrace
that were always mine at parting, but
repentance came too late, and he was
gone,
“] passed a wretched day with my
friends. My were constantly
strained to hear the sound of the hoofs
of Henry's horse upon the road. It
was not because I expected my husband
bome, for 1 didn't, but a feeling of un-
Sars
if some terrible calamity were about to
ass=ail me, At last I heard a dull sound
as of marching footstepa along the ave-
nue, and after a viclent ringing of the
bell I was summoned to the hall to hear
that my Henry, in his efforts to reach
our dwelling in time for the dinner, had
stones that lay at tue roadside,
workmen had borne him home on a rude
“ ‘Henry, dear Henry,’ I exclaimed,
He smiled faintly and opened his eyes
but in another moment he closed them
again, and the smile faded from his face.
God in His mercy spared him for a sea-
son, but he never recovered from his
imjuries, and his life was misery to him,
All my time was devoted to him now,
bat 1 could not repair the mischief I
had done. 1 never left him day or
might, till the end came, and he died in
my arms,”
Mrs, Singleton arose from the chair
in which she had been sitting during
her recital. Her bitter experience had
been told, and in sadness she sought her
chamber,
Eila raised herself from the sofa with
# look of sudden resolution. She walk-
= -
be spared to go to the city.
“Have you a sudden demand for new
“No papa. I want a letter taken to
John.”
“A letter to John? Why, he has just
us! Well, well, don’t cry.
Jumes anywhere you please, but
tears, child, no tears.”
repentant maiden, dear John?"
And the answer came:
Automata.
In mechanical curiosities there have
been many wonderful exhibits in the
present day,
the Great Exhibition of 1862 drew
crowds to it; but we remember during
the sale of Week's mechanical
tion, half a century ago, a similar grace-
collec
ful little warbler, and we saw two other
mechanical songsters which the French
from the Emperor's Summer Palace al
Pekin. We regret that we missed the
machine for making Latin
which was eXnibited in our day at the
Egyptian Hall—a real
school boys; nor have we seen the squal-
ling baby which a modern man of
sgience constructed—surely a bringing
verses,
¥ : *
blessing Lo
of coals to Newcastle: but we remem-
ber well, abot
very wonderfu
which had been originally designed as
to Emperor
There was a young lady,
presents the
layed tunes upon a spinnet; anothe
the
11, - 1 o} - av a)
adic CAIUS WULICH ia
tions inscribed on t
>» 4 - wt
r making you
HB GOOT,
given was
$
to the q
reply always
priate iestion,
sre general character,
y the answers on conversation
won, when we ask, Ar
ou not troubled
vy A ialtnny
ATOUS VIsILOT
with the ir
9
¢
hould be ungrateful
Our next question
different kind.
“What is tha
ture?”
Wis
It was, we belr
sweetest
The conjurer
the gate, and
and
ten years later, «
of marvels, Dabbage’s
machine,
AI cis
tireat Hells,
jussia 1s in the lead in the line of
bells, some of her manufacture being
the most famous of the world, It is
said that in
great fire, there fewer than
1700 large bells, One called the giant,
which was cast in the sixteenth century
and broken by falling from its support,
Moscow alone, before the
were no
required twenty-four men to ring it; its
was suspended from an immense
beam at the foot of a bell-tower, but it
fragments, which were used with addi.
tional materials in 1732 in casting the
King of Bells, still to be seen in Mos.
The
bell is estimated to weigh 443732
pounds; it is nineteen feet three inches
of 400,000, St. Ivan's, also in Moscow,
is forty feet nine inches in ecircumfer.
ence, sixteen and one-half inches thick,
and weighs 127,830 pounds. The bells
of Chiga rank next to those of Russia
in size, In Pekin there are seven bells,
each of which, according to Father Le
Compt, weighs 120.000 pounds. The
weight of the feading great bells of the
world may be seen in the following:
King of bells (Moscow), 443,732; St.
Ivan's (Moscow), 127,830; Pekin, 120..
000; Vienna, 40,200; Olmutz (Bohemia)
40,0004
Paul's, 38.470; “Big Ben’ ( Vestmin.
Peter's (Rome), 18,600,
a ———
True religion 1s full of acts-—not
words,
Mow 1t 1s Guarded,
It 18 often said that *‘if thieves are
That
may be true of private houses, and
such a thing as perfectly guarding
that the great public treasurles
are seldom molested by burglars, and
one at least has never had so much as an
attempt made upon it. The resources
of a whole country are needed, how-
tion,
A party of Englishmen who recently
sury,
“Why,” they said, ‘“‘at the Bank of
England the military is alwayson duty,
and to get past it and into the building
is worth one’s life, unless he has author-
ity. Here I dont see a guard,”
But there are guards, and plenty of
them, only they don’t wear red
and parade up and down the street in
front of the building.
“Do you this armory?” said
Capt, Cobaugh, the chief of the force,
to your correspondent, opening a door
cout 8,
1,
BEG
as ho did so and displaying line afte:
line of loaded revolvers, They were
of the largest and best variety known
to the military authorities,
“We sixty men with
these,” he said,’ and nearly all old sol-
diers,
have armed
I should like to seeany suscoss-
These
men are divided into watches, and are
on duty in all parts of the building at
all hours, 16 of cl
ful attempt to rob the treasury.
’
erks
and officials goes TR ght, our
and
safes
apparatus
officers enter nspect every room,
the
th
{
see that the are all locked,
11 “©
heating all right and
water turned ff,
“If a safe is found
$+ &y Vid vores f
UL ill Charge ol
nd the guard
INDAXKEs [18 Tounus every
the walchman patrol
fiftonn 1
Hiveen ms
nutes or «
there
OF OWerw
i111 .
110858 ever
It would be an
before
re 10CKed,
Perhaps it was his
isness over the fright that made his
signature so crooked,
———
Bubltermilk With His Soup,
(General Sheridan says: [ was station.
ed at New Urleans when Mr, Greeley
came there on his tour when a
date for the Presid
candi.
ney, The old Cre
o
ole residents gave him a dinner, and, to
affair as possible,
each of the many hosts was laid under
make it as fine an
the contribution for some of the rarest
wines in his cellar. When dinner was
announced and the half-shell oyster had
disappeared, the waiter appeared at Mr.
Greeley’s seal with a plate of beautiful
shrimps, “You can take them away,”
he said to the waiter, and then he add-
ed apologetically to the horrified old
Creole gentleman who presided, ‘I
never eat insects of any kind.” Later
He pushed it aside quietly, but not un-
“Do you
“No "0"
.
**Is there anything yon
the host asked, a littie disappointed,
“If you've got it,’ answered Mr, Gree.
ley, “and it isn’t any trouble, I'd Like
to have a glass of fresh buttermilk.”
“Mon Dieu!” said the host afterward
in bis broken Englhsh, ‘‘ze idea of elec-
ting to ze Presidency a man vot drink
buttermilk vis his soup!”
mss s—— II Ie ————"
Stoel Ratls,
No steel rails were imported into the
United States during March, and only
7.010 tons during the nine months en-
ding with. March, against 105.128 tons
imported during the corresponding nine
moths of 1883, Of iron rails, 84 tons
were imported in March, 1884, 142 tons
in March, 1883, 5687 tons in nine months
ending with March, 1884, and 5,216
tons in the nine months ending with
March, 1883,
———————
Frugality is founded on the principle
that all riches have limits,
Experience is a torch lighted in the
ashes of hopes and delusions,
A Victim of Rolltaire,
A story is told of an old French gen-
tleman, who, when he could not play
piquet, passed all his time at sohtaire,
He lived some distance beyond Paris,
not far from the Dridge of Sevres,
Wheu the Prussians invested Paris his
modest room in the upper portion ot a
house was terribly exposed, being a
mark for the shells of the beleaguering
force. There was no one who could
so this old geutleman played and played
solitaire, all by himself, There was one
particular game that had never come
out straight, save once before, and that
was in 18458, when Louls Philippe was
deposed, and then the house he had
lived in had come tumbling down over
his head.
As all card players are superstitious,
this old gentleman believed in coincid-
ences. He was then working at this
same intricate game when crash
a shell and knocked off half the
making the houses shake to its founda-
tion. His servant woman begged him
her leave the
“Never,” he sald ; “I have the firm
-se6 Marie, I wanted the
king of hearts and the king is come—1I
have the that I shall
bring the game to a happy conclusion,
caine
roof
on knees to house,
conviction
firm
conviciion
I must have now the three of
or
+2 £% fas
BPaaes,
ir the game is abruptly closed if it
don’t turn up. -a8 if by
i } of
here is the dear three
smiled,
the
Ee Hiagic
spades,” and
Then a
solid shot tore through the story above
and the servant woman
When the Prussians burst into
a quarter of ar
ol veld
old gentleman
him fled.
the house
hour afterward they
found an old gentleman quietly seated
before a table with
or
a pack of cards on
Though the house had been riddled
Ke a sieve, Lhe old solil
“ 1
ana iw
} hed hi
v 3
vias :
--e
The Coming Woman,
Speaking of wrestlers, says aNew Y ork
a young woman,
can throw any
oir
Kili
i
} at rurd fa ¥
she allands, an
suntry girl who can
the pupils of ti
was maint
ial aplown
| which vined so many
Park, and
oy ight I know ? The girls
wave begun to save lives already from
It was a little Miss of good
in Harlem
lad from the Harlem river last summer,
Where is the country
Ars Central
Near
in up
is still
for a
go Sot
ue water,
—
ongings
who dragged a
oir
Rill
in these lati-
the womanly,
short
at the
roller-skating rink last winter ? Where
is a farmer's daughter who knows the
points of a horse like the young women
tudes who can skate like
brunette in
skirts who carried off the pair
1
well-rounded little
who figured conspicuously at last week's
horse show 7 At sight of a horse did
they say—
“Oh, what a perfectly lovely creature!
Oh 1sn’t he nice? Isn't he just too
splendid 7°
Not at all. They criticised the width
of Lis breast, the size of his head, the
taper of his legs, the hoofs, joints, nos-
trils, back, ant, in short, every point of
the beast had got or had missed, and all
in technical terms, talking as confident
ly with a horse far.cier or a jockey as
one lady used to talk to another about
the number of flounces on a fashion-
able skirt.
Milttary Servioe In Rossin,
By the general military law of Russia,
with the colors and nine years in the re-
The number of years to be
passed in the ranks could, however, for
recruits who have received a certain
measure of education, be shortened to
three; while students who bad passed
the leaving examination at a gymnasium
could get off with six months’ service,
and students who had graduated at a
University with three, Either because
students are out of favor just now, or
because it has been found by actual ex-
periment that academical training can.
not be accepted as a substitute for mile
itary drill, the period of obligatory ser.
who have been through all the classes
teen months
FOOD FOR THOUGHT,
Jaws catch flies, but let
cape,
(zod
book.
The mob hath many hea
brains,
Most
149
queror!
If every
meuded,
hornets es.
deliver me from a man of one
men cry, “Long live the con.
one mend one, all may be
It is a bad action thal success cannot
justify,
The more a
believes,
Prate is prate, but it is the duck that
lays the egg.
The absurd
never changes,
There 1s more of self-love than
in jealousy.
¥e
i
man knows the less he
man 18 the man who
Ove
Religion and language are sucked in
with onr milk.
Complaint of present times
of all times,
The best instruction is
what we teach.
He who owes
well to his shoes,
The world 18 a buy way and often a
highway besides,
Bend your pedigree to
ses what it will bay.
It is
behind another's horse,
is general
to practice
brambles must
market, ard
better to walk than always ride
A
To test the strength of a fries
him to indorse a note,
1d—ask
to God or
A woman can lead a man
drive him to the devil.
When two friends have a common
purse, one sgins—the other weeps,
When a man boards a wrong
thought he is liable to run off the
1 1» rin rv »
Men searching for luck to givethem:
ride only scare up horses for enterprise
to saddle,
painter whose
One
ent i i
hour. Write
every day is the
Dest
A man need only imself
with the same rigor that he
others, and excuse others
same indulgence that he sh
self.
Virtue consists
reprehends
with the
"WS 10 lume-
in making desire
subordinate to duty, passion to princi-
‘he pillars of character are
moderation, temperance, chastity, sim-
plicity, self-control; its method is self
denial,
Censure and criticism never hurt
anybody. If false, they cannot harm
you, uniess you are wanting in charac-
ter; and, if true, they show a man his
weak points, and forewarn him against
failure and trouble.
The truly virtuous do not easily
credit evil that is told them of their
neighbors; for it others do amass, then
may these also speak amiss; man is
frail and prone to evil, and therefore
may soon fail in words,
ple.
One of the first duties of a woman's
18 to always look as pretty as possible,
It goes without saying that wives,
mothers, and maidens shall be good-
tempered, skilled in housewivery, true-
hearted and kindly tempered,
In the hnman temple character
should be the foundation, intellect the
heavy timbers, wisdom the roof, and
If the
temple is laid over with Christian
graces it will become fire-proof.
The gifts which distinctively mark
the artist, without which he must be
feeble in life, forgotten in death-—with
which he may become one of the shak-
ers of the earth, and one of the signal-
He who is sympathetic has his ene
trance nto all hearts, and is the solver
of all buman problems, To him is
given dominion where he thinks to
serve; and the love he gives without
stint, as without calculation, he re-
ceives back without measure, as with-
out conditions,
Obedience is the crowning grace,
stability, and its bappines:, faith its
Exactly in proportion to the majesty of
things in the scale of being is the com-
pleteness of their obedience to the laws
that wre set over them