❖ r s THE POTTER JOURNAL A.3STD KEWS ITEM. Jno. S. Mann, Proprietor. VOLUME XXIV, NO. 42. The POTTER JOURNAL AND NEWS ITEM. Pl-BLISHED EVERT FRIDAY AT COUDEHSPORT, PA. (Office m Olmsted Block.) TERMS, 8 1.7A I'f.u Year in Advance. Jno. S. Mann, S. F. Hamilton, proprietor. Publisher. C. J. CURTIS, Attorney at Law aiul District Attorney, Office on MA IX St., [over the Post Office, COCDERSPORT, PA., Solicits all business pretaining to Ills profession. SjK'cial attention given to collections. JOH! , t . MXf*. ARTHTR B. MASS JOHN S. MANN & SON, Attorneys at Law and Conveyancers, COUDERSPORT, FA., [collections promptly attended to. Arthur B. Mann. General Insurance Agent & Notary Public. s. S. GREENMAN, /yTTOPtiNTEY" AT LAW, (OFFICE OVER FOBSTFK'S STORE,) COUDEKSPORT, PA. L 0 OLVSTED I>. C. I.ARRABEE OLMSTED 4 LARRAREE, [attorneys and counselors at law (OltUe iu Olmsted Block,) COUDEKSPORT, PEXX'A. SETH LEWIS, kltiirney fit Law and Insurance Agent, LEWISVILLE, PA. A. M . REYNOLDS, DENTIST, (OFFICE t- OI.M-TF.TI BLOCK,) COUDEHSPORT, PA. House, Blown & Kei.i.t. Propr's. I'nrner of SECOND and EAST Streets, COUDKRSPORT, PENN A. try attention pnl'l to th convenience and comfort of guests. Sd i stabling attaehed. LewiFville inner of MAIN and NORTH Streets, LEWISVILLE, PA. rGood Stabling attached. I PEARSALL & WEBSTER, PAINTERS, Elt rove SECOND, (over French's store,) COUDEHSPORT, PA. itlntr. Glazing, Graining, Galelmtnfng. nlshing, Paner-haneing, etc., done h neatness, promptness and dispatch tn all cases, and satisfaction gnar- IN'TS fcr sale. ' W2S-1 J ■SOS 3. S. MANN 10MPSON & MANN. T>EM,F"S TV Wedieines, Books, Stationery, Otis P'P-'TS fl'ts writ PAPER, &C., <hr. AfWfn and Third St*., DUDERSPORT, PA. S. F. HAMILTON. AND JOB PRINTER lower Main and Third.)- ft DERSPORT, PA. C. M. ALLEN, eal and Mechanical Dentist, LEWISVILLE, PA. ttiaranteed to give satisfaction. D. J. CROWELL, ■ • 3- Ball Jointer Sc B 'Ring Machine, 'LMAIIONINC, Cameron co., Pa. <n>f: ( ttshixole ma chixk to l inrhes. drinf Machines and Oensrai Custom Work John Qrom, ft'so, S i ii t untnl, & J*rrsro find Pa l ER HANGING done llb neatness and dispatch. guaranteed. J' H. NEEFE, RlA °E FACTORY, "LItSPoRT, PENN'A. Bta*ksniithlng, nt a * J" mmin^arif 1 Repairing done ness and durability. Charges c - BREUNLE, rm- IL,K VV ORK, ftPEHsPORT, PA. ?? ev ;' fllll! he<J to or<ter, ! aUII workmanship, on at "wofflce of .Torn- ! r * Uv e prompt * tteuUon. ' The Angel of Pain. Aiifel of Pain. I think thy face \\ ill be, in all the heavenly place, | The sweetest face that 1 shall see, And swiftest face to smile on me. All other angels faint and tire; Joy wearies, and forsakes desire; Hope falters, face to face with Fate, And dies because it cannot wait: And Love cuts short each loving day, I Because fond hearts cannot obey That subt est law which measures bliss By what it is content to inlss. But thou, O loving, faithful Pain- Hated, reproached, rejected, slain— Dost only closer cling and bless In sweeter, stronger steadfastness. Dear, patient angel, to tldne own Thou comest. and art never known Till late, in some lone twilight place The light of thy transfigured face Sudden shines out, and speechless, they Know they have walked witli Christ all day. —Sajce Holm. HER TWO HANDS. Old Casper came home about sun set. His pick was on his shoulder; so was his old wool hat for he thrust it far back from his wrinkled front. Casper had a bend, as if he had been half persuaded these many years to go on hands and knees again, so heavily time sat on his back and so close to the earth (lid his daily labor draw him. He was a good natured, trotting old fellow working his mouth eagerly and training his bleared eyes as lie approached the town's draggled skirts, for very thinking of his old folks—his old woman and his little gal. There were rows of dismal frame huts all around, built by railroad companies for the purpose of penning as many of their employe's families at a time as possible. They repose gloomy and barn-like, squat on that sandy foundation which scripture condemns, swarming with legions of tallow-lieaded children. Women, sharp at the elbows and sharper at the face, were raising clouds of po/k smoke from their respective kitchen altars. In fact the whole neighbor lkood reeked with the smell of grease, and tlcvening was so warm a Lap landar Uuvo i'uacutd it- l)ui Casper's nose was not delicate. He trotted over the cinder sidewalk liod i ding this way and that, glad there was such a line air and that his old bones were so near home. 'Thar's the little gal, as usual,' he chuckled; as he turned a corner and found Madgie on her lookout at the gate. She was a comforting sign to see in that neighborhood, so tidy fair in calico and braids, and the pink flesh color of youth. Ycu wondered why she had been no further up town and draped in something costly; why her deft fingers had never learned there were ten keys to unlock a soul which slumbers in rosewood and which rises at a touch like some bless ed genii, to comfort all ills and fill all thoughts; you wondered why some high bred father was not com ing home to her now. But then this old man would have found it so hard to do without her. Then, too, Madge might never in her iife have struck the royal heart which was now in her hands, which she held her bank against all the future and the interest of which was the only income which she wanted. 'There you are, grandpa!' cried Madge. 'Yes, and there j'ou are, Madgie; and here we both are, Madgie!' enter ing the open gate and casting down his pick. He put his hands on both sides of her head and gave her a sounding smack on the cheek. 'Supper's ready.' 'Yes, yes; just wait until I get a little of the smut off my hands and neck. It's been a powerful hot, dusty day.' Casper trotted through the little barn allotted to him, hailed his old wife, who sat ready to pour his tea, and after blowing and plunging through a deal of water, returned to his family with shining countenance and a handful of onions. 'I jist pulled these up for a relish. They're cooling, ingens is. You tend ed that ingen bed, didn't you, Madgie?' 'Grandma and I.' 'And we wanted some of them in gens for market,' said the old wife, eyeing the sacrifice severely. 'We ain't got no ground to throw away raising luxuries for ourselves.' 'Well, well, mother,' pleaded Cas per, dipping his fragrant sphere in COTTDERSPORT, PA., FRIDAY, MAY 16, 1873. salt. 'I don't ealk'late to pall 'em all. I jist wanted somethin' refresh in' after a hard day. Taste 'em, I Madgie,' said he, insinuating the emerald tops toward her. 'Oh, no, grandpa, keep 'em your self,' shaking her head and smiling. 'I feel,' replied Casper, filling his senses and his jaw with perfumed i roots until a blind man would have pronounced him a Mexican, if his i nose had sat in judgment over Cas per, 'I feel as if I needed somethin' refreshin' workin' hard day after day, for nothin' you might say. Sort of seein' your work go to pieces under your eyes and knowin' the danger to them on the road.' 'What do you mean, grandpa?' cried Madge, turning white as her bread and butter. 'Why, honey, you see we've picked and picked in that cut, and the sile's as unstiddy as water. The stones and the earth just roll on the track contineial. The company orto do somethin' to that cut. Stones as big as you is jarred down every train But then the road's new, the road's new, yet.' 'Men ain't got no sense,' broke in the old wife. 'Don't you see you're skeering that child to death for fear Charley'll get mashed up. He runs on the road.' Two blades of keen remorse leaped from Casper's bleared eyes. 'Now, don't you be skeered, hone}'. , Take an injen, honey.' He reached over to pet her fingers. 'Charley didn't pass to-day when the dirt was rattlin' down so. He don't pass till half after eight this evening and we left the track as clear as this table. Yes, sir; them rails is as free and bright as new tin pans. So don't you be skeered, honey.' 'l'm not scared about anything, grandpa,' said Madge tremulously, but smiling like a rainbow. 'There, now, mother,' cried Casper triumphantly, turning to his onions, \<>u came Clown on me lor notion'. She ain't skeered a bit.' No, not a bit. She flew around the room like a bird, washed the earthen ware, brought her grandfather his pipe and dropped at his feet to tell him some funny story afloat, .n his enjoyment he wrapped himself in such a cloud that she could hardly see the clock. Madge slipped out to the gate. She was often there, looking lip the road. The two old people sat inside thinking of the days when they were young. She was restless and flitted over the cinder sidewalk, following a mag net which would ha\e drawn her from the centre of the earth. To the road, of course. How often had she watched the rails converging horizonward un til they sharpened themselves to a needlepoint. The railroad had a f is cination for Madge. When a baby she used to follow her grandfather to his work, and hide among the bushes to see the big freights lumber ing by, and the express trains whirl ing into town like screaming land demons. She had heard of the sea and the spell it had upon sailors, but she saw the railroad and felt the spell which nobody seemed to remark that it cast over inland labors. She saw her boy playmates sucked up by 'the road;' heard her grandfather tell of hairbreadth escapes from collisions, of cool courage in men placing them selves between the people they carried and most horrible death. She had learned the power and mission of 'the road.' In short, she was as loyal a daughter of the rail as any Maine skipper's child is of the sea. Madge had affinity for an engine. To day her throat swelled, her eye kindled when the great iron animal swept past her. Charley drove an engine, and his engine was in her eyes a fit ting exponent of the strength and beautyof his manhood. Such was the romance of her little dry life. Every body must have his enthusiasm. She had been in the town's great depot at night arrived from a holiday trip, and had laughed aloud to see some busy engine hurrying up and down, picking up freight like a hen gather ing her chickens; now breathing and panting away at the head of its charge. She had waked from sleep to hear them calling to each other through the darkness and translated to herself what they said. It was a proper thing for Madge to be a engineer's wife. She thought it a fitting thing to lye Charley's wife under any circumstances, I assure you. There was now only a little strip of time between Madge and Charley. She looked over that little strip and saw just how it would be. They were to have a cottage on a clean street; her grand-parents if they became infirm, were to have home with her; 'and these two little hands,' said Charley, 'will make me the dear est nest; I'll be so glad to run into it at night!' Madge's pink face took on rose as she thought of all these things, look | ing up and down the cut to sec if the track was clear as her grandfather had safd. She felt relieved and foolish about coming out there through twilight to spy for Charley's welfare and much inclined to hide from the smoke rising far off. But those unstable sandy walls towerii.g I over his way; Madge watched theui jealously. Just as the thunder of the train could be heard, her heart stood still to see them dissolve, like pillars ground down by some malici ous Samson and piled upon the track until nothing could be seen for yards but one long hill of earth and stones! Now , little Madge, if there is hero ism in you, it must meet and lasso that iron beast whirling a hundred people upon death I A hundred! The whole world was in the engine house. He would not try to save himself when he came upon the life-trap. She saw how he would set his lips, bend nerve and brain to the emergency; she saw how car would crush into car, the wreck lie over a burning en gine, and Charley be ground and charred under them all! O, sublimely selfish woman! She flew over the track like a thing of wings. It was life and Charley, or death with Charley. The headlight flashed un through the duk. There her grandfather's hut and cheered her -last appearance.' So people l'roth up in gratitude. were matches in her pocket; she scraped them on a rail, and tore off her apron. Oh, they wouldn't ignite, and the cotton would but smolder It is rolling down ot- her swift as air. Bless the loom which wove the cloth which made the cotton apron! She tossed it, blinking and blazing above tier head, walking slowly backward. She was seen. The engine rem the evening air with yells; the brakes were on—her lasso bad caught it—it could now be stopped in time. She darted aside, but the current was too strong for her. She was dizzy ; fell, and clutched in the wrong direction. Poor, poor little fingers. Now the people pour out; they run here and there. Women are cry ing—perhaps because they were'nt hurt. The engineer darts along like a madman, looking under the train. There, a dozen feet before ihe engine, rises a sand bill. Everybody wants to know how they were stopped be fore they rounded the curve. 'Here she is!' shouted Charley, striding up with a limp bundle, like a king who had sacrificed to the good of the state. 'She showed the signal and stood up to it until I saw her— until we almost run her down! There's half the fingers cut oil" her left hand ! There, what do you think of that now, lor the woman who saved you all ?' holding up the muti lated stump. 'God bless it!' prayed an old gen tleman, taking oil" his hat. 'Amen!' roared the crowd. With one breath they raised three shouts, which shook the sand hills until they came down handsomely a second time, Charley standing above their enthusiasm with the fainting child in his arms, like a regent holding some royal infant. 'Let me see her,' sobbed first one woman, then another. So Charley sat down and let them crowd around him with ice water, cologne and lin en for bandages. He even gave the men a glimpse of her waxy face, just unfolding to consciousness. Like all western people they wanted to pour out their hearts in 'a purse.' Madge hid her lace on Charley's blouse, and 'would none of it.' He carried her home at the head of a procession which stopped before An hour afterwards, when the neighbors were dispersed and Casper stood convinced that an "ingen' might not be the best brace for Madge's ne'ves, when her hand was dressed and her grandmother was quavering a song in the corner, Madge turned such a look on Charley as even that stont-liearted fellow could not stand. He leaned close to her, and not yet having washed the smoke off his face, was as A ulcan-like a lover as you could desire. But Madge, always saw the god. not the mechanic. 'Oh, Charley! how can I make a little nest for you now? After the feeling of to-night is over you will wish you had married anybody rather than a maimed girl!' Unwise Madge! She drew her fate upon herself. Ido aver that to this day her nose is much flattened by the vice-like punishment Charley made her suffer for that speech. When he came in next evening he laid a paper in her lap and watched the pale face expand and blossom while she read a deed of gift to her of the prettiest cottage on the pretti est street in the city. The company which Charley served, and which could do handsome things as well as thoughtless ones, begged her. in a flattering note, to accept the gift as a small acknowledgement of their obli gations to her. 'How could she make a little nest for him?' asked Charley, looking at her through brimming eyes. 'Why, with her hands, after all,' answered Madge, crying. 'And this will always be the pret tier hand of the two,' said that fool ish fellow, touching the bandaged one. Star Drift. One of the most remarkable dis coveries supposed to be made by modern science is the drifting of the stars. Richard A. Proctor, Secretary of the Royal Astronomical Society, | claims the merit of first suggesting the possibility of there being in fact no fixed stars; but Professor Iliggins issaiil to have first demonstrated the fact that certain of the stars, notably Sirius, are wandering through space with almost incredible rapidity. The undulatory light waves are the crite ria by which this approach or reces sion is formed, and the rate at which they strike the eye of the observer gives the proof of the stars coming toward the earth or going from it. If the waves come in quicker succes sion than from a luminous body at rest the source of light, according to a well known law, is approaching; if, on tne contrary, they come in slower succession than from a lumi nous body at rest the source of light is receding. Not only does this "star-drift " —as Mr. Proctor calls it —take place with single stars, but groups, with rythmic motion, are circling among them selves, sometimes drifting silently, swiftly, mysteriousl} 7 in a common direction, sometimes in tervolved in a manner at present un accountable. A Humane Invention. A very accomplished young lady of Washington, daughter of Mrs. Anna 11. Dorsey, the well known writer, has invented and obtained a patent for an invention by which the driver of a street railway car can be effectually guarded against all inclem encies of weather and which is the realization of all that could be desired to effect so philanthropic an object. This very valuable improvement has been carefully examined and highly approved of by various gentle men competent to judge of its merits, and we trust will not only be gener ally adopted by our rail car compa nies, but w ill also prove a source of fair and just remuneration to the young inventor. We are informed that this patent can be applied with slight expense to any car. The Dead of 1872. The years of the present century hitherto remarkable for the number of their distinguished dead were 1832 and 18511. The twelfth month of 1872 must now be added to those memo rable predecessors—perhaps, indeed, it surpasses them in the length of its catalogue of departed genius and worth. In our own country we have lost such prominent statesmen and poli- ticians as Wni, H. Seward; Messrs. Mall, of New Jersey; Bragg, of North Carolina; Van Winkle, of West Virginia; Davis, of Kentucky: Grimes, of Iowa; and Walker, of Wisconsin, —all of whom had been members of the United States Sen ate. Ex-Postmaster General Ran dall and Mr. C. J. Ingresoll, formerly Minister to Russia, have also passed away. The journalistic profession numbers among its departed James Gordon Bennett, Horace Greeley, J. R. Spalding, of the N. Y. World. and Edward A. Pollard, the last be ing perhaps more noted for his con- nection with general literature than for his labors on the Richmond Ex amine!'. The army has suffered the loss of Gens. Meade and Ilalleck, and their late opponents of the rebel service, Gens. Ewell and Anderson, have also died. Science mourns for Prof. Morse, and literature for Dr. Leiber, T. Buchanan Read, G. P. Putnam, Prof. Hadley, of Yale Col lege, and " Fanny Fern.'' Sulley, Kensett, Dnneanson and Ames will paint no more. In Francis Vinton, Bishop East burn, of Massachusetts, Peter Cart wright, Archbishop Spalding and Bishop McGill, the Episcopal, Meth odist and Roman Catholic Churches have lost able representatives. Da vid Paul Brown, of Philadelphia, and Gen. Howard, editor of the Uni ted States Supreme Court Reports, are among the most eminent of the lawyers who have died. Lowell Ma son lives only in his compositions. Joseph H. Seranton, Erastus Corn ing, Samuel N. Pike, John A. Gris wold and James Fi-k, Jr., are per haps the most prominent men of wealth and financial ability whose career lias drawn to a close. The stage lias sustained no common loss in 11 ackett, Forrest and Eliza Logan. In the old world "pale death, who knocks alike at the haunts of the poor and the palaces of" kings," has summoned away Charles XV, of Sweden; Aibrceht, of Austria, the Victor of Custozza; the Princess of Leiningen, half-sister to Queen Vic toria; and the young Duke of Guise, the pride and hope of the House of Orleans; Mazziui, the Italian revo lutionist; Juarez, President of Mexi co; Earl Mayo, Governor-General of India; Sir Ilenry Bulwer, the Duke !of Bedford; the former Postmaster- General of England, Lord Lonsdale; Kisseleff, the Russian statesman; and the Duke of Persigny, one of |lhp D ustiest councilors of the ex i Emperor of the French, have retired forever from the political world. Merle d'Aubigne, the religious histo rian, and Feurbaek, the atheistical speculator; Babinet, a Frenchman of science; Theophile Gautier, one of the most graceful contributors of the Parisian journals; Sir John Bow ring, an Oriental scholar and diplo mat, hymn-writer and reformer; and Horace May new and Charles Lever, novelists, are the best known depart ed literateurs. The German stage has been deprived of Bogumil Daw ison and Emil Devrient, and that of England of its former ornament, Miss O'Neil, who abandoned Iter pro fession to become Lady Beecher. Our list is not a short one, but it is by no means complete, even with regard to those who have claims on public notice. Some of our readers will perceive omissions which they will till mentally, at least, while very few will fail to call to mind some dear friend w ho, if unknown to fame, nas left a wider gap in the social circle than many a famous diplomat or writer has done in the world at large. Sewing- Buttons. The Danbury News is the best digestive pill that has yet been dis covered. Here is au item concern ing buttons that should be read im mediately after a hearty dinner, or late supper, and is warranted to make the reader proof against dys pepsia: It is bad enough to see a bachelor sew on a button, hut he is the embodiment of grace alongside of a married man. Necessity has compelled experience in the case of the former, but the latter lias always deperideu upon seme one else for this service, and fortunately for the sake of society it is rarely he is obliged to resort to the needle himself. Some- S. F. Hamilton, Publisher. $1.75 A YEAR times the patient wife scalds her right hand, or runs a sliver under the nail of the index finger of that hand, and it is then the man clutches the needle round the neck and, for getting to tie a knot in the thread, commences to put on the button. It is always in the morning and from five to twenty minutes after he is ex pected to bo down in the street, ile lays the button exactly 011 the site of its predecessor and pushes the needle through one eye, and carefully draws the thread after, leaving about three inches of it sticking up for the leeway. lie gays to himself: "Well, if women don't have the easiest timo I ever see.'' Then he comes back the other way and gets the needle through the cloth well enough, and lays him self out to find the eye, but in spite of a great deal of patient jabbing the nee dle point persists in bucking against the solid part of that button and fi nally, when lie looses patience, his finger catches the thread and that three inches he had left to hold the button slips through the eye in a twinkling and the button rolls lei surely across the floor. He picks it up without a single remark, out of ; respect for his children, and makes ' another attempt to fasten it. This time when coming back with the nee die he keeps both the thread and but ton from slipping by covering them i with his thumb, and it is out of re? ; gard for that part of him that he ' feels around for the eye in a very ' careful and judicious, manner, but ! eventually losing his philosophy as | the search becomes more and more hopeless he tails to jabbing about in a loose and.savage manner, and it is just then the needle finds the open, ing and comes up through the but ton and part way through his thumb with a celer'ty that no human inge nuity can guard against. Then he lays down the things with a few fa miliar quotations and presses the in jured hand between his knees, and then holds it under the arm, and fi nally jams it into his mouth, and all the while he prances about the floor | and calls upon heaven and earth to witness that there has never been anything like it since the world was I created, and howls, and whistles, and moans, and sobs. After a while he | calms down, and puts on his pants, 'and fastens them together with a : stick, and goes to ]ii> business a J : changed man. It is often said that "dirt'' is healthy, and that those children thrh e who arc sent out to make mud-pies. That may be true; but I incline to think that the "lotting | alone" should have a good share of the credit of health-giving, Put comfortable clothing on your little one. Give him room enough to experiment in the use of his firms and legs where there are no pitfalls to entrap him. Give him harmless things to play with, the simpler the better, and then judiciously let him alone and lie will be more likely to be amiable than if you bedeck him with line garments and put him into an elegantly-furnished room with delicately-constructed toys to play with and two or three grown people to take care of him. Tiilre was once an old woman who, in answer to a visiting almon er's inquiries as to how she did, said: "Oh, sir, the Lord is very good to me; I've lost iny husband and my eldest son, and my youngest daugh ter, and I'm half blind, and I can't sleep or move about for the rheum atics; but I've got two teeth left in my head, and, praise and bless His holy name, they're opposite each other!" Tt has been said that this old woman was thankful for small mercies— St. Paul's. THE gentleman so often spoken of in novels, who riveted people with his gaze, has obtained employment in a boiler-manufactory, with extra pay, on account of his peculiar fac ulty. RECIPE FOR MAKING A ROW.— Walk along the pavement of a crowd ed thoroughfare with a ladder on jour shoulder and turn round vwry two minutes to see if anybody is making faces at you.
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