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CONTINENT AZ Life Insurance Company, OP NEW YORK, STRICTLY MUTUAL I ISSUES all the new forms of Policies, and pre. sents as favorable terms asany coinpauy In the United States. Thirty days' grace allowed on each payment, and the policy held good during that time. Policies Issued by this Company are non-forfeit ure. No extra charges are made for traveling permits. Policy-holders share In the annual profits of the Company, and have a voice In the elections and management of the Company. No policy or medical feecharged. L. W. FRONT, Pretldrnt. M. 11. Wi NKOOf, Vloe Pres't. J. P. Rogers, Bee'y. J. F. EATON. NO. North Third Street. - College Block, Harrlsburg, Pa. TH08. H. MTLUOAN, 6 42 ly Special Agent for Newport. B' T. BABBITT'S Pure Concentrated Potash, OR LYE, Of double the strength of any other I have recently perfected a new method of packing my Potash, or Lye, and am now pack lug It only In Bulls, the coating of which will upon. Ify, and (Toes not Injure the soap. It is packed la boxes containing '1A and 48 one lb. Balls, and In no other way. Directions In English and Herman for making hard and soft soap wit;, this Potash accoapauy e- th package. B.T. BABBITT, 156m h. 4 to 84 WASHINGTON St., N.Y Notice. The Interest of Win. H. Miller, of Carlisle, In the Perry County Hank, of Hponsler, Junktn li To., has been purchased by W. A. Hponsler It B, V. Juiikln, and from this date April 20th, 1874. said Miller Is no longer a member of said Urm, but the linn consists of W. A. Hponsler at H. K. Juiikln. Hanking as Hponsler Junkln & Co., who will con tinue to do business In the same mode and man ner as has been done hitherto, with the full assur ance that our course has met the approbation and thus gained the confidence of the people. W. A. HI'ONHI.EB. ' B. . JUNKIN. April 20, 1674. WHO TOOK THE MONEY? fc6TvroNEY is great Wai'" said th JjA. Widow Peckington, impresslve- ly. " I doolare I did not know wbat care meant before brother Gabriel died and loft mo all the money." " Well, Cousin Clarissa," observed George Morrilton, wlio was assldously cn gaged in entangling the widow's work to the very best or the very worst of lils abili ty, " in case you find yourself unequal to the strain, all you have to do is to leave me theflvo thousand dollars." " The first thing in tho morning," went on Mrs. Peckington, unheeding Mr. Mer rilton's modest hint, " and the last at night 1 m thinking about it. First I put it in Deacon Elijah Horton's bank, and then I drew it out again banks aren't safe now-a-days. And then I burled it in the east cellar, close to the apple bin, and then came the deluging rain, and then I knowed the cellar would bo three inches deep in water. So up it camo again, and then I could not rest in bed for fear of fire. So I got it changed into gold, and I guess it is safe enough." " In the bottom of your big red chest?" tnischieviously hazzarded Oeorge. " No matter where, sir," said the widow, nodding her head. " O, but, Cousin Clarissa, you might tell us," persisted Merriltou. " We aro all your own folks, Cora and I." Cora Dallas sat Btitching quietly in the corner the pretty orphan whom good Mrs. Peckington had taken out of the orphan asylum "to bring up," five years before. "I don't expect to leave you nothing," Mrs. Fockington had said, "for I've re lations of my own ; but I'll give you a good district school education, and a do cent bringing up, and a good chance to do for yourself." And Cora accepted the good dame's offer with meek gratitude. She had grown pretty in the last few years, this solitary child of nobody. Dark eyed, with her hair full of deep chestnut golden shadows, a peach-blossom skin, where the rosy blood glowed brightly through on the slightest provocation, and a mouth like Hebe, it seemed as if nature bad made a solemn compact with herself to atone for all social slights that might be cast across Cora Dallas' path. "Well," said Mrs. Peckington, serious ly, "I don't mind telling you, but mind you don't repeat it the bags hang half way up the chimney on an iron hook." " But suppose the chimney should take fire ?" said Merrilton. " It won't. I.keep it well swept, and, besides, if it should, it takes a pretty good heat to molt gold." " Upon my word, Cousin Clarissa," said Merrilton, " you are a second Machiavelli." "Who in pity sakos was he?" asked Mrs. Peckington. "There's neighbor Simkins at tho door ; jump up and lot him in, Cora, for its beginning to snow like all And neighbor Simkins came in a broad faced, jovial agriculturist who lived on the farm, and was suspected of matrimonial designs on the heart of Widow Pecking ton. . " Sit by Mr. Simkins," said the widow, hospitably, putting another moss-fringed log on the fire; "scorns like we're going to have another spell of weather." And while the widow and her middle aged widower discussed the weather George took occasion to help Cora to got down a half bushel of red apples from the garret, and was unnecessarily long about it, too. " I Bbould think you would be ashamed of yourself, George Merrilton," said Cora, dimpling and blushing and trying to look very angry, in which she succeeded but in differently. "What for?" audaciously demanded George. " One doesn't fget behind a gar ret door with a pretty girl every day in the year." " What would Mrs. Peckington say." " I dare say she's doing the very same thing herself down stairs with Jehorum Simkins." And Cora burst out laughing at the pre posterous idea, just as the widow came for quince jelly and apple butter, and to tell Cora to mix up a batch of muffins in the twinkling of an eye, for neighbor Simkins was a going to Btay for tea. After supper Mr. Simkins took his leave, with a toguish twinkle of bis eye toward the young people, and Mrs. Peck ington went over to spend the evening with Mrs. Dorcas Dottlefoid, ber pet erony, and Cora sat all alone In the firelight, sowing and sighing and thinking. For George Merrilton bad gone home early to secure Mr. Simkin's companionship a part of the way through the lonely roads, which were already becoming veiled with snow. The tall old-fashioned clock in the angle of the old-fashioned kitchen-chimney bad just struck midnight when Coia Dallas was aroused from ber. sleep by a sheeted form at the foot of her bed but no ghost, nevertheless, but Mrs. Peckingtou's self. "What's the matter?" cried Cora, breathlessly. " My money 1" gasped the widow, wav, ing ber bands tragically in the air. "But what of it?" j "Its clean gone, stolen, took away 1" j "Aro you sure?" eagerly demandod Cora. "As sure as I am that you're staring at me now. I felt up the chimney for it the last thing afore I got ready to goto bod, and it was gone." In vain proved all search. Neither up the chimney, nor down in the cellar, nor in any imaginable or unimaginable corner was the bag of gold pieces to be found. "Mrs. Peckington," said Cora, huskily, " it must have been stolon." " Yos," said Mrs. Peckington, whose lips were now compressed, and thero was something in her manner that Cora never before noticed, as she called the white- headed farm-boy, and told him to stop over to the Peckington place that morning. "And you may as well stop for Goorge Merrilton as you come back," said she. When he was gone, she camo close up to Cora Dallas. "Cora," said she, "we two are alone together now, and I am the last ono to be hard on you ; confess now, and we'll see how tho matter can be cloared up." Cora opened wide hor brown eyes. " Confess what ?" Bhe asked innocently. " That you took the money ; thore was no ono else that could have done it. You were here all alone yesterday evening, and I know it was a strong temptation for a gal that never bad five dollars in hor lifo. Cora, you're a young child, and I don't believe you're altogether bad, but Satan, sifts us all as wheat, and "Stop !" cried Cora, growing white and breathless; "you suspect me you think me a thief! Mrs. Peckington, may God forgive you ; forgive you for your cruel suspicion." " Mrs. Peckington was silent. She knew not how she could help the impression which so strongly bore upon her mind. Who but Cora Dallas could have taken the missing gold ? "George, George 1" gasped the poor girl, flitting up to him as for safety, as the stal wart form of Goorge Morrilton appeared ; " she believes that I stole the money ; you do not think so, do you?" George Merrilton's oyos sparkled ner vously. "Cousin Clarissa, I would stake my life on Cora's innocence." Mrs. Peckington shook her head. " It looks ugly for her," she said "but of course if she can prove it" " It needs no proof in my eyes," said George, quietly, as he drew Cora's arm within his. " There, little one, don't tremble so, and look so wonderfully fright ened ; no one shall dare harm you while I am by your side." "But where's Mr. Simkins?" asked the widow missing her strongest ally in this hour of need. " If you please, ma'am," said the white beaded farm-boy, " bo has gone away sud denly to Allenville at four o'clock this morning to see his father, as he has a stroke, and they dou't expect him back not until the last of next week." Mrs. Peckington stood undecided. "At all events," sho said turning to Cora Dallas, " you can't expect shelter under my roof no longer. I didn't ask for such treatment from you." " Cousin Clarissa," said Merrilton,brave ly, " I love Cora Dallas, and I stand here to espouse ber cause. You may sue her if you like." " I shan't do that," said the widow, leastwise not until Jehorum Simkins comes homo to advise me what's best." " But, went on George, I shall make ber my wife this very day, in order that I can offer ber a home in the place of the one of which you have so cruelly deprived ber." The widow, albiet naturally a kind- hearted woman, fired up at this. " Of course I've nothing to say," she said, " If you choose to marry a thief" But she stopped there the unblazlug fire in Merrilton's eyes admonished ber to go no furthor. It was lonely enough thoso cold winter days, sitting at ber fireside, the money gone, the merry voice of George Merrilton was silont, and Cora's bright presence van ished. " If I should be wrong in supposing she took it," she said to herself, "I Bbould be awful sorry for tho ugly names I called her but Tdon't seo as there can be any possible doubt to it. Anyway, Jehorum will ad vise me when he comes." And ou the dusky edge of Saturday Farmer Simkins came. " I never was so glad to seo any one in all the days of my lifo," Mrs. Peckington said, Impulsively jumping up from her seat and she told him the story of the vanished bag of gold, beforo ho had time to deposit his portly bulk upon the chair she hospitally drew forward. Mr. Simkins turned dull red thou a tal low white got up and set down again, and finally dragged a leather bag from the re cess of bis butternut-colored coat-tail. "I'll never play off a practical joke again, blamed if I do," he ejaculated ; "fori declare to gracious I hadn't, any idea of the mischief I was doing 1 Here's your money, Clarissa I beard you tell the folks where it was, as I was a-sorapln' the snow off my feet under the window, that night, and I "reached it down just for a joke, when you was gone to see about supper. I meant to have brought it back tho next morning, and have a good laugh with you about the burglars, but you seo how I WnS fixed father trnt twvirlv nml T n - Jt j 1 couldn't think of" nothing else but him but you won't lay it up ogln mo, Clarissa, now will you?" "But Cora Dallas ?' gasped the aston ished widow, "I've told everybody she took it." "Then you and I must go around and explain mattors toeveiybody, that's all," said the farmer. And Mrs. Pccklngton began to cry. " Poor Cora," she sobbed, "poor mother less child I I could bite my tongue when I think of the wickog things I have spoken with it. But I will go right over and bog Her pardon, so I will, and George's too." Cora Merrillon forgave Mrs. Peckington much more readily and sweetly than ber husband could bring hiiiim-lf to do and she even cnnie over to help the widow make cuke for her own wedding. " For, of course, I knew It would nil bo set right sooner or latter," said Cora, cheerfully, "and we'll let bygones be by gones." And the widow solaced her conscience by presenting Mrs. Cora Merrilton witli just one-half the contents of tho mischiev ious leather bag for a wedding present. Two (jood YaniH. "Speaking of shooting ducks," says Dr. F., " puts me in mind of the groat storm that occurred when I lived on the island. As you are all well aware, our island was near Casco Bay ; an awful storm arose, nud was so fierce that it drove all the ducks in the bay into a pond, covering about an acre, near my house. In fact, so many ducks crowdod into that pond that I could not see a drop of water 1" "Sho," says Smith, " did ye shute any of 'em?" "That's what I was coming at. I wont into the house and got my double-barreled shot gun, and discharged both barrels right into the midst of them, but my aston ishment, they all arose into the nir, leaving not a solitary duck in the pond 1" " Good gracious ! ye don't say !" says Smith ; " didn't ye hev any Bhot in yer gun, or what in thunder was the trouble?" "Well, I was coming to that," said Dr. F., " it astonished mo at first ; but as soon as the ducks rose a few tundred yards iu the air, and commenced to soparate a littlo, ducks begun to drop, and whether you be lieve it or not, I picked upw twenty-nine barrels of ducks, and it was a poor season for ducks, too. You see, the ducks were wedged in so solid in the pond, that when they rose they carried the doad into the air wRU them, and when thoy separated, down came the twenty-nine barrels of dead ducks." "Oh, "says Smith, "I'm not surprised at that, at all, or the big lot of ducks that yer bagged, for it was an awful storm. I remember it well, Doctor ; I had at that time, a oornbarn full of corn; ou one side of the barn was an opon window, and on the other side was a knot-bole; and during the storm, the wind blow so fierce that it blew every ear of that corn right through that knot-hole, and the hole being just the Bize of a cob ouly, the result was that it shelled every ear, leaving the corn in the barn, and the next morning I found my corn-barn half full of sholled corn, and not a single cob. I had a curiosity to know where tbe cobs bad gone to. I went in the rear of the barn, and followed the line of those cobs over eleven miles, and at tho distance of about five miles a large, first growth pine tree stood inthe track, and darn me if the wind hadn't dtiv them cobs into that ere tree from top to bottom. Ob, doctor that was an awful storm I" " Yes," sighs tho doctor, " awful !" The World Without Sunday. Think bow tbe abstraction of the Sunday would enslave the working classes, with whom we are identified. Thiuk of labor thus going on in one monotonous and eter nal cycle, limbs forever on the rack, fingers forever straining, the brow forever droop ing, and the loins forever aching, the rest less mind forever scheming. Think of the beauty it would efface, the merry hoarted ness it would extinguish, the giant strength it would tame ; of tbe resources of nature it would crush, the sickness it would bring; of the projects it would wreck, the groans it would extort, the lives it would immolate and the cheerless graves it would prema turely dig. See them sweating and toiling and fretting and grinding and hewing and weaving; and spinning, sowinc and trath- ering, mowing and reaping, raisiug and building, digging and planting, and striv ing and struggling, in the tardea and in the field, in the granary and In the barn, in the factory and in the mill, in the ware house and in tho shop, in the mountain and In the ditch, on the roadside and in the country, out at sea and on shore, in the day or brightness and of bloom ! What a picture this world would present if we bad no Sabbath 1 IW A Church of England clergyman knocked his sister down and sat on ber. This is all the information that reaches us; but if she bad the spirit of a woman ( and any pins) iu ber bosom, be won't be able to sit on anything else for a goodly period. A Literary Curiosity. A young lady, newly married, being obliged to show hor husband all the letters alio wrote ; sent the following to a true friend, which as the friend understood, she was to read only every other lino, begin ning with the first one then the third and so on. This makes- the letter tell two stories : , "I cannot be satisfied, by dearest frlond! blest as I am in the matrimonial state unless I pour into your frlondly bosom which has ever been in unison . with mine, the various sensations which swell with the liveliest emotion, of pleasure, my almost bursting heart. I tell you my dear husbaud is the most amiable of men. I have now been married eeven weeks, and have never found the loast reason to repent the day that joined us. My husband is in person and manners far from resembling ugly, cross, old disagreeable, and jealous monsters who think by confining to secure ; a wife it is his maxim to treat as a bosom friend and not as a plaything, or "menial slave, the woman of his choice Neither party, he says, should always obey implicitly ; but each yield to the other in turns. An anciont maiden aunt, near seventy, a cheerful, venerable, and pleasant old lady, .lives in the house with us she is the de light of both young and old, she is ci vil to all the neighborhood round, generous and charitable to the poor. I am certain my husband likes nothing more than he does me ; he flatters me more than the glass, and his intoxication (for so I must call tbe excess of his love) often makes me blush for the unworthincss of its objects and wish I were more deserving of the man whose name I bear. To say all in one word and to crown the whole, my former love is now my indulgent husband, my fondness is returned, and I might have had a prince, without the felicity I find in him. Adieu! may you be as blost as I am un able to wish that I could be more happy." Why She Turned Presbyterian. DR. HOPKINS had a frightful boil on bis leg, and he experienced very se vere pain when he tried to walk. While he was sitting in bis study tbe other day, Mrs. Magrudor called and was ushered in to the parlor. The servant went up the back stairs to tell the Dootor and while she was on her way the Doctor started down the front stairs to get a drink of water. It hurt blm so much to walk up the steps that he concluded to slide down the ban isters on his stomach ; and so, after look ing carefully over tbe landing to satisfy himself that nobody was about, be mount ed the banister and began to descend. The stairs run directly past the parlor door, and Mrs. Magruder was amazed to see the clergyman descending with great rapidity, and in that singular fashion. It seems that the servant girl bad placed a coal scuttle by tbe newel-post while she went for the Doctor, and as be descended with awful velocity he alighted in the scuttle and fell to the floor. Without being aware of the presence of tho visitor, he leaped up In a rage, and exclaiming, "Hang that woman 1" he gave the scuttle a kick which sent it whirling into the parlor, where it brought up in Mrs. Magruder's lap. Of course she thought the demonstration and tbe ejaculation were intended for her, and after raising to her feet and shaking her umbrella at her pastor, she shouted : "If you kick another coal-scuttle at me I'l punch the stufTln' out of you with this yer umbrella !" She emerged from the front door with the conviction that Presbyterian ism was the only religion for ber. 15T" A gentleman at Lake George, after waving bis handkerchief for half an hour or more at an unknowu lady whom be dis covered at a distant point .on tbe shore, was encouraged by a warm response to his signals to approach his charmer. Imagine bis feelings when on drawing nearer be saw it was his own doar wife whom be bad left at the hotel but a short time bofore. " Why, bow remarkable we should have recognized each other at such a distance !" exclaimed both in the same breath ; and then they changed the subject, j Sunday Among Animals. Do wild birds and beasts know when Sunday comes ? In thickly peopled re gions it is easily conceivable that hawks, crows and woodchucks should come to know the day of bolls as the day of safety. There are no men in the meadow ; the horses stroll tbe hillside ; the noise of the axe and the voice of tho ox-driver are not heard. These shy and vigilant vermin that frequeut farms know Sunday. I have verified it so often that I've not a shadow of doubt loft. Tkomat K. Eeechtr. K3T If the time over comes for the ex planation of the mysteries of this world, we shall be glad to know why the young man who remarks on leaving church, " I can preacb a better sermon than that myself," is content to wear out bis life over a coun ter at $50 a month. tSTSoveral years ago a hopeful vouotr minister left those shores for the Cannibal Islands as a missionary. On arriving at the end of his journey the natives weighed him and out a sliver off his leg as a sample. He oame home by the next boat, and is now tbe traveling agent of a circus.
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