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NEW RLOOMFIEI.U, l'A..
I . General Agent for Perry Co.
-()r of the following Local Agents on the
same terms:
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Newport, Pa.
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OP NEW YORK,
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Thirty days' grace allowed on each payment, and
the policy held good during that time.
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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.
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M. 11. Wi NKOOf, Vloe Pres't.
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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.