2 Madeline met Ernest several times after this, but it was always in presence of others, and no opportunity was offered him for pri vate conversation with her. Mrs. Humphrey thought that the joyful event of settling the debt upon the farm ougtit to be celebrated ; so it was agreed that on the evening of that day Mr. Hum phrey and Madeline should drive around and invito a few of their old neighbors to a tea-drinking on the nozt afternoon. The day that had at one time been so much dreaded dawned bright and cloud less, and after the morning work was done Madeline threw on her hat, and ran out in to the glowing woods to gather a few of the brilliant leaves to decorate their best room for. the company on the morrow. She was singing away merrily at her work, when she felt a touch upon her arm, and turning around found horself face to face with Er nest Seaton. " Good morning, Miss Madelino," he said; " you seem very happy, if one can judgo by tho merry song to which I have just listened." " I am, thank you. Did you have a pleasant time in England ?" ' " Yes ; and I long for the time when I can return. I have put Seaton nail in splen did order, and now that my father is dead I shall live henceforth upon the estate. My mother and Bister will reside with me, hope this arrangement will meet your wish es." " I wish you to understand, Mr. Seaton, that the future arrangements of yourself and family are no concern of mino, what ever." " Madeline, you must be my wife ; ovcry alteration and addition to my estato has been made with that in view. , 1 cannot, nay, I will not give you up." " You muni, Mr. Seaton ! we haven't ono sentiment in common, and why you persist ( in forcing yourself upon me, I cannot see, ' Then you refuse mo again, do you?" " I do, most emphatically." "Then take the consequence, rash girl ! Before another week John Humphrey and his family will be houseless beggars. One word from you would secure thorn a homo for their old age, but you wont speak it, and this is tho gratitude you have professed to feel for them." I,, "Do your worst, sir. I see my father has just entered the house, and I prosurao you will find him at leisure now to attend to you." i ...... Madeline led the way, and the two were soon in the presence of Mr. Humphrey. " I have called, sir," said Seaton, in a haughty tone of voice, ' for tho payment of that mortgage." "Yes sir, be seated, plcaso, and I will at tend to the matter." " I wish the cash, Mr. Humphrey, every ccut of it, or I shall foreclose immediately." 'Here it is, sir," repliodMr. Humphrey, in a calm voice. " I think if you will oount the bills you will find tho amount correct." " Baffled," was plainly written upon Bea ton's flushed face, and he angrily replied: " Fort once, John Humphrey, you have paid a bill when it was duo ; I fancy you have had help about this." And he gavo a malignant glance at Madeline. That is no affair of yours, sir. You have your money, and I have your receipt, and now the quicker our interview ends the bettor It will suit me." . " A pretty return you make for my kind ness in lending you the money." " Your kinduoss, iudeed ! I happen to know, sir, the motive which prompted it, so the least you say about that, tho better." One more glance at Madeline, in . which love and bate were strangely blended, and Ernest Seaton strode away in tho direction of the village. .; On the forenoon of the day in which the company were expected, a gentleman drove p to the door, and stepping inside, politely asked for a glass ot water. ' -, " Madeline 1" called Mrs. Humphrey, " wont you bring a tumbler of water to this gentleman my hands are in tho Hour." Madeline soon appeared with the water, but the gentleman started back upon see ing her, and turning deadly palo, sauk into a chair. I " Dear me !" said Mrs. Humphrey, has tily wiping her hands and hurrying to wards him, " you are very ill, I fear." ' ' Not ill, madam, but startled. That girl has th e face of my long lost wife and her name, too. Tell me, I beseeoh of you is she your own daughter?" , Mrs. Humphrey briefly told hira Made line's history, to which he listened with breathless interest. ', " And is this all you know about her?" he asked. i Madeline told him what she had learned at Mrs. Tilbury's and showed him the hand, kerchief. , " I marked that handkerchief myself," he cried, " and there is now no doubt of your identity. My child, my lost Madeline come to your father." - ....... i Smiles and tears alternated i the old farmhouse that day, and ' Mr. Lindsay of courso pursued his journey no further, but remained where he oould feast his eyes upon his Teoovered treasure.' Mr. and Mrs. Humphrey were fearful that be would take Madeline iiwny, perhaps to their" ojd home in Englnnd, but he quirted their fears by one day purchasing an estate in Irvington, and settling down upon It, as a gentleman farmor. Madeline divided her time about equally between her two homes, until Mr. Caroll claimed her as his bride, and then, at the earnest desire of Mr. Lindsay, the married pair took up their permanont abode with him. John Humphrey and his wife passed se renely down the vale of life, and were never tired of telling Madeline's children the story of her early life, and what a blessing sho brought with her as she entered their old home, on that autumn day so long ago. Basted with a Porker. " At Culpepper Court House, a few years ago, Dick Hardy, then a good-humored, gay young bachelor, and tho prime favorite of both sexes, was called upon to carvo the the pig at the Court dinner. The district Judge was at tho tablo, tho lawyers, justices, and every body else that felt dis posed to join. At Dick's right elbow sat a militia colonel, who was tricked out in all the pomp and circumstances admitted by his rank. He had probably been engaged on some court-martial, imposing fifty cent fines on absentees from the last general muster. Howbcit Dick, in thrusting his fork into the back of the big, bespattered the officer's regimentals with some of the superfluous gravy, j' Beg your pardon," said Dick, as he went on with his carving. Now theso were times when the war spirit was high, and chivarly at a premium. " Bog your pardon" might serve as a nap kin to wipe the stain from one's honor, but did not touch the question of the greased and spotted regimentals. , Tho Colonel, swelling with wrath, seized a spoon.nnd deliberately dipping it Into tho gravy, dashed it over Dick's prominent shirt-frill. All saw tho act, and with open eyes and mouths sat in astonished silenco, waiting to see What would be done next. Tho out raged citizen calmy laid down his knifo and fork, and looked at his frill, tho ofllcer, and the pig, one after another. The Colo nel, unmindful of tho pallid countenance nnd significant glances of tho burning eye, leaned back in his chair, with arms akim- bo, regarding the young farmer with cool disdain. A murmur of surprise and in dignation arose from the congregated guests, Dick's face turned red as a turkey-gobbler's. He deliberately took the pig by the hind-legs, and with a sudden whirl brought it down upon tho head of the unlucky of ficer. Stunned by tho squolching blow, astounded and blinded with steams of 'gra vy and wads of stuffing, he attempted to rise, but blow after blow from the fat pig fell upon his bowildered hoad, lie seized a carving-knifo, and attempted to defend himself with blind but ineffectual fury; nnd at length, with a desperate effort, roso and took to his heels. Dick Hardy, whose wrath waxed hotter and hotter, followed, belaboring him unmerciful at every step. around tho table, through the hall, and into the street, tho crowd shouting and annlandine. We are sorry to learn that among this crowd were lawyers, sheriffs, magistrates, and constables; and that even his honor, the judge, forgetting his dignity and position, shouted in a loud voice, " Give it to him, Dick Hardy I Thore's no law in Christendon against basting a man with a roast pig !" Dick's weapon failed before his anger ; and when at length the battered Colonel escaped into tho door of friendly dwelling, tho victor had nothing in his hands but the hind-legs of the roast er. He re-entcrea ttie dining-room nour ishing theso over his head, and venting his still unappeased wrath in great oaths. The company re-assembled, and finish. ed their-dinner as best they might. In reply to a toast, Hardy made a speech, wherein be apologized for wasting the din ner of the company. . That Turkey. ., ... . Frederick Douglas tells this good story: I was hungry once, very hungry indeed, and I had a little conference with a broth er slavo ou tho subject of helping myself to a turkey that I saw fluttering in one of the out-houses. I told Sandy (for it was Sandy Jenkins) that I was hungry, wanted something to eat, but that I had religious scruples against helping myself to . that turkey. I knew that he was a praying man, a God-fearing man, and I wanted his advice on the subject. Ho told me that it was rather a ticklish question in ethics, Thero was some risk about it, but so fur as the act ltsolr was concerned, it was per fectly legitimate. He said you aio your master's property ? Yes, said I. That turkey is your master's property ? Yes. If you put that turkey into . you, that turkey does not coase to be the property of your master, but only adds to the property in another form. So it was Simply a question of removal. I said that it stood to reason. the whole thing was clear to reason, and I helped myself. IV Greeley, while at Bye Beach, impart ed to Mr. U. II. Jenness, bis host, some valuable information in regard to raising dried apples. 1 His plan is to plant early in the spring in drills about nine rods apart. When the vine begins, to run and evince a tendency to "Go West,"' cover oyer 'wit.li wire screens to protect them from ' the bumblebees. ' Prune libeially, and dig be fore the front comes. . i .. , rarson Smith's Horse. , BT A WESTERN OONTRIBUTOB. ' YOU hev offen heerd of " June bugs,' but I reckon you don't know much about thorn. What we call June bugs ar hot thieves, and it 'ud a did you good to heerd old Parson Smith tell how his boss, Bishop, sarved that thievin' rascal, Pete Docker, a few nights since, up above the forks.." Nothin would dash the old var mint, and, afore all the folks, he Rsked the parson to go up and feed and fodder at his cabin. "Jest as sure as you go up," ses one, you'll hev Bishop stolen from you." " That's what the old varmint is invitin' on you fur," ses another. 'Ah, well, children," ansered the old man, "it s among jest seen slnnln law- breakin,' sons of evil I'm commanded to go f&r tha most need the laws and th e testi mony ; so I must go. , As fur Bishop, I've taken an amazin' sight of troublo to train him up in the way he should go, and I pre dicate these rogues can't git him to depart frum it. I'll gin 'em a trial, howsever" and, sure'enuff, off sot the old parson, with that consarned old rascal, Sam walkin alongside on him, talkiu, as nice as the katokism. A slito rain sot in afore tha reached tho forks, and both on 'em got a loetle wet. ' Is your son Poto to home now ?" asked the parson. "No," sos Sam., rite suddint ; arter git- tin' hissclf and daddy a bad name by his tricks, the sarpint went off to Arkansaw I did my best by him, anyhow." He sed truth then, 'cause he'd lamed him all ho knowed about stcalin', and that war the best he knew. " Is thur much desire fur the truth among you ?" asked the minister. " Well," ses old Sam., " we're jest star- vin' fur it, for we aiu't hoerd tho truth spo ken among us fur somo time" . The old villin war right thar, for none in the fork digging ever spoke truth willinly. Tha got to Sam's cabin at last, and a spread of bar skins war laid on tho clay floor fur the parson. Arter tyin' Bishop in a log shod adjinin' tho cahin, and feedin' him, the parson entered the cabin to git su thin for hissclf. Old Sam. wanted him to take a tasto of whiskey, to keep off the cold ; and hovin insisted on it bein' a fust rato pro- ventativo, the old parson tuck about a gill in a small gourd, and washed his feet with it! Thar ain' no doubt that Sara the old villin, hed put stupofyin' mcdecin' in the lickcr but it hed no effect on the parson's heels, and ho war so consarned about Bishop that nither hoad nor heels 'ud git asleep. Old Sam und his wifo laid down in anuther cor ner, and portended to bo slcopin' powerful strong; but tha wur actin' 'possum to no purpoBO, 'cause the parson seed 'em git up ou thar elbows nnd take a sito at him, to see cf he moved. , Afore , long tho parson heerd Bishop winnow, nnd thou he sot to pawin',' and in a second more ho squealed like a panter, which he fullered up by kick in' likolightin'. Sech anuther yollin' of murder, scratchin' kickin' and squealin' jined in now, that yon'd thort Satan war pay in' old Docker a visit. " Murdor 1 consarn the boss ! murder!" yelled a Collar in tho shed. " Ye-e-o-e-e e! bang I" wont Bishop in answer. " What in the yearth's tho matter?" in quired old Sam mountin' to his feet. " Par son I Parson Smith !" Out run old Deckor, and thar he found his son Poto, up in a corner of the shed, and Bishop strotchin' hissclf the full length of his halter, and kickin' at him liko mad 1 The old foliar tried to coax the boss, but Bishop tarned round and flung his heels at him, as spiteful as a catamount. - In old Sam went, now to the Parson. "come out, Jf arson 1" shouted Bam, "or your consarned boss '11 kill my Poto." " Murder I murder murder 1" shouted Peto. " Ye-e-e-e-e e! baiiy.'" went the boss kickin' liko thunder. i " Don't you heor your devil of a boss ?" yelled old Sam. "No," ses tho Parson, "but I heer my Bishop; and I reckon the bug must bo troubliu on him." , "He' kickin' like mad at my , Pete,' savs Sam. " What, away in Arkiusaw?" asked Par- sou Smith. ,"Oh, blame Arkiusaw 1" hollored Pete's daddy "jest cum and save the fullar, will you?" i , " Can't travel so fur jest now, Sam, you old villin," ses the preacher. "Parson," hollers Sam, "save tho young foliar, and 1 11 do auythin' for you." " You'll never try to stoal a Parson's hoss," ses the preacher, "nor let Pete do it ither?" " Never, on this yearth," sos Sam. ' And you'll both git down with me and pray fur forglvenoss?" "Sartain 1" ses Sara. ' The Parson went right out, and brought the young villin in, He war a pictur I "I'll declar'," said the old miuister, toll in' on it "ef the boy's bar didn't look alivt he war wusscr skcoit than a trapped fox." ., c , , , Down tha got, and arter a lectur' and the Parson prayiu' for em a spoil, lie put his hand on Pete's head and asked hira how he felt. ' ! . " Woll," ses the varmint, " I feel ow- daclously blamed mean t" Tha both swore never to tech his horse agin, and I speculate tha'll keep thur prom is'. SUNDAY HEADING. Capt. Barton and the Savage. During one of Capt. Burton's voyages in the Essex he was becalmed off an island of the Society group, in tho South Pacific, and one day a valuable case of surgical instru ments was stolen from his cabin. A num ber of the savages, with the chief of the island at their head, bad been on board, and he knew the chief was of tho number. On the following day he pulled on shore, with the best part of his crew, and found the chief, in company with soveral of his principal warriors, sitting before his hut. Burton made known his errand through his interpreter, whereupon the sable monarch expressed unbounded surprise. Not only was he suro that nono of his peoplo had stolen his articles, but he could assure his "milk-skinned brother", that his people would not steal undor any circumstances, The Captain assumed a confident .atti tude, and begged to inform his swarthy maj esty that he Burton knew where the missing property wis. lie had tlie power to discover such things. It might save the chief a vast deal of trouble if he would at once produce the stolen property. Upon this the chieftain declared that he would have nothing more to say upon the subject; and to give seeming weight to his assertion he drew forth his pipe, and having filled it with tobacco, ho commenc ed to strike fire on a peace of punk wood with a fliut and steel. Capt. Burton told tho interpreter to bid him stop. "Tell him." said he, "that I will bring lire from heaven into bis pipe." , . luo chief received tho announcement with a look of incredulity, but, neverthe less, dropped his flint steel, and suffered the Captain to proceed. Burton drew from his pocket a small sun glass, or magnifying lens, and concealing it in his hand, he bade the chief to smoke away, and at the same time ho turned the bowl of his nine towards the sun, and brought the focal I rays of the sun up to tho tobacco. The fire took and tho smoke came forth. - The dusky chieftain puffed out a fragrant cloud. then looked at the bowl of his pipe, and then knelt in awo bofore the sale-faced Captain. Ho would not tempt the wonder ful power of tho great medicine man fur ther. Burton obtained his case of instruments from the chiefs own hands, Died Yesterday. , "Died .'yesterday." Who died? Per haps it was a gentle babe one whose laugh was as the gush of summer rills loitering in the bower of roses whose little life was a perpetual litany a May-timo crowned with the passion of flowers that nevor fade. Or mayhap it was a youth, hopeful and generous, whose path was hemmed by flow ers, with not a serpont lurking underneath; ono whose heart panted for communion with the great and good, and reached forth with earnest strugglo for the guerdon in tho distanco. But that heart is still now; he "diod yesterday." "Diedyostorday." A young girl, as pure as the orango-flowcrs that clasp her foro head, was stricken down as she stood at the altar ; aud from tho dim aislo of the temple sho was borno to the " garden of the slumberers." A tall.crowned man, girt with the halo of victory, at the day's close, under his own vino and fig tree, fell to dust even as the anthem trembled upon his lips; and he, too, was laid "where the rude forefathors of the hamlet sleep." An ancient patriarch, bowed with ago and cares, even as he looked out upon the dis tant hills for the coming of the angel host, slank into a dreamless slumber, and on his door-post is written, "Died yesterday." ' "Died yesterday." Daily men, women, and children are passing away, and hourly in some grave-yard, the soil is flung upon the dead. As often in the morn we find some flower that blushed sweetly in the sunset has withered up forever; so daily, when we rise from the bivouao to stand against bur post, wo miss some brother soldier, whose cheery cry in the sieges and struggles of the past has been as the from Heaven upon our hearts. Each day some pearl drops from the jewel thread of friendship somo lyre to which we have been wont to listen has been hushed forever. ' But wise is he who mourns not the pearl and muslo lost ; for life with him shall pass away gently, as an eastern shadow from the bills, and death bo a triumph and gain. ' A Sensible Girl. Example is" hotter than precept, always. A young lady of Kansas, tired of meeting the excuse, when urging her poorer neigh bors to attend church; " Oh 1 the people dress so much; I can't afford to go in that stylo," has determined to dress as plainly as the poorest of them need to. According ly, she has for the last six months worn to church the same calico dress, costing ninety cciiU, WiU U hut, uliich uot her eirfUty cents, discarding gloves. Thus attired, she has played the organ, aud full quite coin furtablo," at she.on'UUoa,..; r.-t. i i . . i ST. ELMO HOTEL, (FORMERLY "THE UNION,") JOS. M. FEGF.lt, . . Proprietor, 817 & 810 ARCH STREET, PHILADELPHIA. ' Terma, $2.60 Per Day. THR ST. ELMO Is centrally located and litis been re-tltted and refurnished, no that It Will be found as comfortable and pleasant a stopping place as there Is In Philadelphia. 6 211 Farmers Take, Notice. T HE subscriber offers for Bale THRESHING MACHINES. JACKS and IIORSE- ... . row EH, With Tumbling Shaft, and StdoGenrlng, Warrant ed to give satisfaction In speedy and perfect threshing, light draft and durability, ou reasona ble terms. Also - P I. O XT GIIH Of Superior Make. CORN BHELLEKS, KETTLES, STOVES, scours AND ALL CASTINGS, " made at a country Foundry. Also, . A GOOD MILL SCREW, In excellent order, for sale at a low rate. I refer those wishing to buy to John Adams, Samuel Hliuman, John lloden, Ross Hench, at Iekesburg. Jacob Shoemaker & Hon, Elliotts burg; Thomas Morrow, Loysvllle; John Flicklng er, Jacob Flieklnger, Centre. 62013 SAMUEL LIGGETT. Ickesburg, May 14. 1872. Neiv Millinery Goods A.t Newport, I?n. IBEf) to Inform the publlo that I have Just re turned from Philadelphia, with a full assort ment of the latest styles of MILLINERY GOODS, ' HATS AND HONNETS. RIBBONS, FRENCH FLOWERS FEATHERS, CHIGNONS, ' ; ' , LACE CAPES NOTIONS, And all articles usually found In a first-class Mil linery Establishment. All orders' promptly at tended to. -We will sell all goods as Cheap as can be got else whore. . , DRESS-MAKINO done to order and In the la test style, as I get the latest Fashions from New York every month. Coffering done to order, In all widths. I will warrant all my work to give sat isfaction. All work done as low as possible. ANNIE ICKES, Cliorry Street, near the Station, Newport. Fa. S16 13 CARLISLE CARRIAGE FACTORY. A. 1$. SIIEBK has a large lot of second-hand work on hand, which he will sell cheap In order w urn kb room ior new worn, FOR THE SPRING TRADE. Ite lias, also, the best lot of NEW WORK ON HAND. You can always see different styles. Tho material Is not In question any more, for it Is the best used. It you want satisfaction In style, quality and price, go to tills shop bofore purchasing elsewhere. There is no linn that has a better Trade, or sells more iu Cumberland and Terry counties. , , REPAIRING AND PAINTING promptly attended to, and I'itt Streets, 8 dp Factory Cornor of Sontn CAULISLE, PA. PKItltY t'OUJfTY Real Estate, Insurance, " ' ' AND ' ' ' ' ' CLAIM AGENCY, j, LEWIS POTTER & CO.,,. Heal Estate Brokers, Insurance, t Claim Agent INo-w Bloomfieltl, la. WE INVITE the attention of buyers and sell, ers to the advantages we offer them In pur chasing or disposing of real estate through our of. Uce. We have a very large list of doslrab property, consisting of farms, town property, mills, store and tavern stands, and real estate of any descrip tion which we are prepared to oiler at great bar. fiains. We advertise our property very txtensive y, and use all our efforts, skill, and d'illlgeiiee to elfecta sale. We make no charges unless the Sroierty Is sold while registered with us. We also raw up deeds, bonds, mortgages, auUall legal pa pers at moderate rates. Home of the best, cheapest, and most reliable fire, life, and cattle Insurance companies iu the I'nlted States are represented at tills agency. Property Insured either ou the cash or mutual plan, and perpetually at (4 and &r per thousand. Pensions, bounties, und all kinds ot war claims collected. Thero are thousands of soldiers and heirs ot soldiers who are entitled to pensions and bounty, who have never made application. Hoi dlers.lt you were wounded, ruptured, orcontract ed a disease In the service from which you are dis abled, you are entitled to a pension. When widows of soldiers die ormai'ry,the minor children are entitled to the pension. Parties having any business to transact In our line, are resgieetfully Invited to give us a call, as w e are couiident we cau render satisfaction iu any branch of our business. 4-No charge for Information, 4 201y LEWIS POTTER a CO. ROBINSON HOUSE, 1 ., (Formerly kept by Woodruff and Turbett,) , A'fH Mloontfeld, Tirry County, Pa. AMOS ROBINBON, Proprietor. This well known 'and pleasantly located hotel has been leased for a number of years by the pres ent nroprietor.and he will spure no pains to accom modate his guests. The rooms are comfortable, the table well furnished with tho best Iu tho mar ket, and the bar stocked with choice liquors. A careful aud attentive hostler will be In attendance. A good livery stable will be kept by the proprietor April 8. 1871. tf . t - - LOl'lIMAN'tt' , : . , Writing Xiuicl! THIS FLUID Is warranted EQUAL to Abnold's and is sold at muuli less price. The money will lie refunded to those buying It, If It does not prove entirely satisfactory. . For inV l y I-', Mortimer, New Hloonilleld. MJIfLlCIilt JiU)kji, , , , fkile AkoiiU, i , , ' ' ' ' m Market street., taon i " " " " " ' 'Philadelphia f i
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