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JUCHARDSON, PIITSICIAN aiiittlititON, tenders his professions .services to the citizens of Montrose and • letnity.— ()Mee at his residence, on the corner east of Sayre Brae. Foandre. (Atte. I, 16631. CHARLES E. STODDARD kalerim Doom and Stumm., flats and Cape. Leather ono Finding,. *Lin Sareat„ doofbalom Sogda Store. Work made v. ordar, and repairing done neatly. ignutroataaa..l.lslo.- - LEWIS A2VOLL, 1311104;50 ! AND • HAIR, DRESSING. Shop to the new t'ostnelice 1;12111lne. where he will be kmud toady to Wand all who meyosatit auytkaug in hlsitte. NOW:role TS. Oct U. "/ESS: DIG S. W. DA 270.2 V, PHYSICIAN 6 BURGEON, - Tenders hi. serried. to toe citizens of Great Bend and vicinity. Office at his residence. opposite Bantam lion.e., G't Bend +Mime. Sept. lat. 1800.—If . DR. D. A. LATHROP, A la i Osten Matta as. flrerui, at- the 'Finn Zr Che.tnitt SUSI. :Call and puma to all C?roule. 01.essoda: ' , ? - ' Montrose. /au. 17.'13 an3—a. OIL-fRLEY THE FIATTI R itnEn, has mowed hts shop to the occupied brcT. 11. Dewitt. where he Is pre pared to do ail kinde of work in his line. such a. Mt, king swltctie., pude. etc. All stork doer on abort notice tad price. low. Nellie call and see me. H BUBPJTT. Dada. ,o Staple and Fancy Dry Goods, Crockery. nerd osio, Iran, Swede., Drop, Oils. and 'pilots, Boots and Shoes. Bata and esp. Fets. Duttalo Robes. Gro ceries. Provisions. &c. EXCHAIrOB HOTEL 1.7. MAILIMSGTON wishes to Inform the public that tarieg rented the Exchange Motel to Montrose., be In no* prep trod ace r oaroodate the traveling , pu blic So rest•clats style Mootrose, A.l.g Li, 1873. DILLEMS STROUD, ri.u.c AND LIPS IN374ANCE AGENT. Al dsloens attendad to pruispily,mn fair terms. Office Ilr•t door ea.t of the beak or Wm. IL -Cooper & Cs. "ul,ilc Arms& I, MOlltrOle, Pa. tA pg. 1.1869. trly Swami : J. D. VAIL 11..vr. Mae PaT•tet.lll AND Se= cos. Ha perresacut hl cif Moutrose, Pa. • where he will prolnp i t i• ...mud to all calls Mills profession with whirl he may foooro4. 011 ice and residence west of the Court House, near Fitch t Watson's Mice. Montrose. FOruary,B.lB7l.. VALLEY 110174rE, O.IZ/T IRAK eel Da ts a large ati4 commodious house. has undergone thlrontrh repair...l4lEly rcumrsisad morn* end sleepy ae apartmeaLs;spleadifeblea.liedanthitiera ecenpeir lee a Ciat claw halal. UKERY ACKERT. Sept. lOW, 1ea...11. . _ Proprietor. F. CIIU7ICITErr . Janice of the Pave: office diet 148:LitAgettra store. Gemt Bead boronsb, dosoehasna Connty. Penu'a. 11ga gtnr,st !sarong, of dgreitors irf Ole late loose It! 431110gg hanrafrum 9 to It o'clock a. m and from Ito 4 &cluck. 9. U. Orsat Bond. Oct. 99.1972. BURNS 42 NICHO.V. • 94A "alfl In Dniri, Matelot*. Chemical,. Dye , 'Leas, Pciate,olle.tiarcileb. Ltqucire, splcecrancy , r;-cies, Yattnttic:name*, leertatneryas4 , 7'ellut time. erYrecerlpitone carefelly - oscpoluided. Drietßloelt. Yontrree.Pa. • C. D. Brag, • Asia* 11acaw..... 1' eh. it, IV:. Only a kiss a pettifog, • 1 Only a fond embrace, But the tide of years, with its hopes apd fears, Can never the dream e ffac e. • Only a careless meeting, - • Only a chilling gaze, But the heart will carry the cruel wound Through all lite's devious ways. Only a bitter headache, Only some womanly tears, But the hive that changes not with change Lives on thro' eternity's years. Only the thrilling memory 01 a happy moment fled, And all of the days that follow , Arc cold and empty and dead. A TRICE INCIDENT. —o— LUCY iL noorna. —o— night lung the baby voice Wailed pitiful and low ; All night long the mother paced 'Wearily to and fro, Striving to woo those dim eyes, Health-giying slumbers deep; Striving to stay the flutering life With heavenly balm of sleep. Three nights have passed—the fourth has come, 0, weary, weary feet I That still must wander to and fro— Relief and rest were sweet. But still the pain-wrung, ceaseless moan Breaks from the baby breast, And still the mother strives to soothe • The suffering child to mt. Lo, at - the door a giant form Stands sullen, grand and not Over that trued brow es - cry storm Lite's clouds can send has passed. ' Those features of heroic mould Can awaken awe or fear; Those eyes have known Othello's scowl, The maniac glare of Lear. The deep, full voice, whose tones can sweep In thunder to the ear, Itas learntd such softness that the babe Can only smile to hear, 'Flue stroni , arms laid the little form Upon the massive breast. "Go, mother,l will watch your child," "lie whispers; "Go and tint I" All night long the giant form Treads gently' to and fro; All night lung the deep voice speaks, In 'immured sootbings low. Until Vie rose light of the mom Flushes the tar off skies, In slumber sweet on Forrest's breast At last the baby lies 0 Savior, Thou diilst bid one day The children come to Thee! Ile who bias served Thy little ones c Bath be oot. too, served Thee? Low lies the actor now at rust Beneath the summer light; Sweet be his Meep, as that he gave The sufrring child that night I - Appieton. Journal. The Story Teller. FOUND IN TUE SNOW. --o-- "Itelto 'This - ton's do. Move on." The speaker was a gigantic polimmau. The object of his wrath was a boy, who sat on a low stoop, with his face buried in his hands us if crying. It was night, and snowing last. A bitter; itter night, in which one would not Wish even one's enemy to be home less and shelterless. The boy did not stir. to, I say," .cried the policeman, angrily advancing nearer. -So ilium. Hung, young 'un. Get up and move But as the bid, even vet, did not rise, the polio-man stooped down, snd shook him. As he did this the boy fell over senseless, in the snow 'Great God !" cried the policeman.-- "HO's dead. Frozen to death, too; per haps starved. Poor little fellow! An orphan, no doubt. Well, I must take him to the station house I supp •se." But as he lifted the body, as he did tenderly, for he had children of his own at home, the seemingly inanimate form stirred. Mf(!l= "Fainted," said the officer, "but not dead yet. If the station house wasn't so far of Alt! maybe they'll take him in here." As he spoke, sebuse carriage had dash ed up to the next house.a footman sprang from tho box, the conch door was flung open, a•id an old man, wrapped in a fur cloak, stopped our, atul took the servant's arm, to be helped up the high stoop.— Secing the policeman, however, with the boy in his arms, he stopped abrupt ly. "What! What .^' he cried "A young tramp. A beggar. Not dead "No, not dead yet, Mr. Ascot," said the policeman, respectfully, as be recognized the speaker, well known as the wealthi est and most influential householder on his beat, "but I'm afraid will be, before I reach the station house: And he dosen't seem to be a common sort of beggar boy—" "Not the common sort, eb ? Neither is he," said Mr. Ascot, as be looked at the boy's clothes. "Have him in here. John ring the bell—why the duce do you stand there gaping—don't you see the boy's dy ing from cold and hunger? I can walk up the steps well enough alone." A moment more, and Mr. Ascot him- Self led thpi,tvay into a warm spacious drawmg-iebm. "There's a roaring fire ready," he said. "I always have tine waiting for me, when I come borne from dining nnt. Where's the house=keeper? Didn't I tell John to bring her at once? Alt! here 31r'. Soto ers comes. Something to revive him quick. Gnacious heavens! if he should die after all." "Poor little dear !" said Mrs. Someri,as She pouretra restorative down his throat. -There, Jane, give me the blankets, while I wrap him Up. •Ah I he's coming to." The boy opened his eyes, looked in a far of way at blis. -Somers, and then glanced dreamingly, about the room.— Evidently his senses bad not yet quite come hack. "Mother, mother," he murmured. - "I can'eflud grandfather -41.d it's so cold. I'm so— His . head dripped on her shoulder, and his eyes c l osed - again One of his h ands which op , to. ibis moment,. bad been tightly she, opened weakly and a note fell to the floor, t ~z;.,~ ; ' F~,~.. MONTROSE, SUSQUEHANNA. COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCT. 8, 1873. Poetry, Mrs. Somers did not see the note.— Something in the boy's look bad started her;, she gave a quick glauce up at her muster; then she began to tremble all over. Mr. Ascot, who had been standing by her, full of interested anxiety, did not observe Lis look, for his attention had been attracted by the note, which he new stooped to pick up. Then he proceeded to take out his glasses, in order to read the superscription. "Perhaps this may throw some light on tho matter," he said. "The poor and has been sent on an errand,and has faint ed from cold, and perhaps hnngLr. What! What! Good God I" his hands were shaking like a leaf in autumn wind. Itt the deep stillness the pap..r rattled with a startling noise. "It can't be—it can't be I Mrs. Somers, your eyes are younger than mine— read, read—is that address —is it—mine—Thorton Ascot As he spoke, in choked, convulsive gasps, Mrs. Somers leaned forward to read. The motion roused the boy again, and he opened his eyes; this time with more consciousness in them; and he fix ed a long, questioning, puzzled look on lir. kscut. "Merciful heavens!" the latter said, staggering like one struck with a sudden palsy, "it is her eyes—her eyes—" With these words he fell back senseless, the hall-open letter fluttering from his fingers to the floor. Fortunately the po liceman was in time to catch him, and lay him on the sofa. For a moment the boy was forgotten, every one pressing around the master of the house. "Ia it a stmke ?" asked the policeman, anxiously. "What does it mean ?" At any other time, Mrs. Somers would have been reticent about family affairs; but she was too furred to think clearly. Surprised out of herself, she took her audience, unconsciously, into her confi dence. "No, it's not a stroke," she answered with the experience of long years of nurs• mg. "Hit face isn't awry, you see; and he's only limp, not paralyzed. There I've opened his cravat, and now June, bring some water. It's but a fainting fit ; he often has 'ens when he's worried; often. I mean, since his daughter went away She ran off. y3U know, 'most ten years ago. He's never forgetter her. Or rath er she's never, leastways of late years asked to he forgiven. 'the last time was when she came herself, just, atter she was married." all. this while Mrs. Somers was busy in trying to revive her master, chafing his hands, holding smelling salts to hint, even ordering the wudow open ed, "on a night as bad as this. He turn ed her front his doors in a perfect rage: I never seed him so angry, afore or since. But he's been sorry for it, many mid many a time, I know. I've heard him sigh so! He was a thinking of her have forgiven all years ago, if she would only have come again. But she was as pried as him ; I don't know wh ch was the prouder. She went to forms parts, with her husband—he'd linen her music teacher, you see ; that's what made Mr. Ascot so angry ; and she has not been heard of for these years and years. Tltere he's coining to; what a sigh! Stand aside Mr. Policeman, please,and give hint some air. Poor man ! Bat he's nobody to blame but himself, after all. I don't, nphold disobedience in chiidrsn,of con rze ; but a dear-r. sweeter girl than his (laugh • ter, Margaret a.i,t, her mime, never was.— Many and many'. tit time I've carried her in my arms, when she was a babv,ami her mother was alive. How are you feel ing now, sir ?" This last sentence was addressed to her master, whoovith a deep drawn sigh open ed hio eyes. "What, what is the matter?" he said looking vacantly from one to the other. "Yea! I remember," putting his band 'to hie brow. "Margaret—' His eye wandered about. fell upon the boy, who during this episode,had entirely recovered conscionsness, and was now looking up. with a strange sort of wonder at Mr. Ascot. "Please, sir," said the lad, seeing he had attracted the old man's eye, "Please, sir, can you tell me where Mr. Ascot lives:' I was to go to him—only I lost my way—mother's very sick—and she's bad nothing to eat to-day—" With these words he broke down, with a great sob, the tears streaming down his thin. wan cheeks. "Where's the note—the note? &der the carriage," said Mr. ASCOt, incoherent ly, rising to his feet. "Is it from Mar garet ? Did somebody say .:he was starv• ing ?" His poor, weak, shaking hands vainly tried again to unfold the paper, which the policeman handed to him.— "I—l—am not as strong as I used to be. I think I am getting old," and he looked, piteously, at Mrs. Somers, and sank again on the sofa. "Drink this, sir," said the housekeeper, handing him a restorative_ He drank it, and railed. "Ab ! it is her —her writing." speaking to himself. "She is a widow. Her only child is named— after—after me—" He stowpedireading,and turned to look at. the boy. "Are you grandfather ?I said the latter timidly. "4think yon must be, for moth er haf a picture she looks at, and cries over, and it's like you." The Letter fell again to the floor. But this time was because he opened his arms and the boy, catching his meaning, came to him. "You won't let her die, will you ?" said the boy looking piteously into hid face. "Die, die!" cried the old man, rising up; and his voice and air were that of youth. "She shall not die. Where is - the carriage ? I will go at once. She shall come home. tonight. The carriage I say," he cried, airnost angr ly, and he turned toward the door, where the foot man HOW appeared. "The carriage waits, sir," said the ser vant obsequiously. 'Get your cloak and bohnet, Mrs. Som. ere. 'few blankets—a bit of food— there's not a minute to lose. Good God! Margaret dying, and we wasting time here. No, my brave little fellow," ho said, "your mother awl) not die.', In a few minutes, during which the thoughtful Mrs. Somers bad provided a biscuit ar•d some hot tea fur the boy, the little party set forth. While the carriage is rolling over the snow, its .destination being one of the most distant and obscure streets in the metropolis, let us say a few words about the daughter. Maraget Ascot lied been one of those sweet tempered, sympathetic natures,that every-body loved. Beautiful, accomplish ed, wealthy, and well-born, she had crowds of Suitors; but at nineteen she turned from them all, and gave her heart to a penniless lover. This was not be cause she was foolishly romantic, like so many others; but because her suitor was worthy of her in every way, except in riches. He was only a poor music teach. er, an Italian exile, for this was in days, now fortunately,long ago,before Italy was free, and when to be an Italian patriot meant banishment, or life-long imp.-mon molt, or even death. Andrea Fillippo had, when hardly more than a boy, joined in the insurrection of '4B, and had been compelled, after the failure, to fly the country. He had come to America, and being penniless, had been , compelled to take up the first pursuit that offered it self. In his own land, nearly everybody had some knowledge of music; but An drea was an amateur of more than ordi nary merit; and he naturally became a teacher of singing. Mci-egret Ascot was his favorite pupil. He saw in her every thing that youthful manhood, in its high est type, admires; she saw in him a hero and a martyr. Compared with the prosa ic young men of business, or the cold. calculating lawyers, or the idle meta of fashion, who constituted the bulk of-11)er admirers, he was a prince in elisguLie, a piing odl Parents do not snfficiiitly make allowances for the imaginative ele ment in their daughters. They fancy, that. at nineteen, girls can feel as their mothers do at forty; that the day husks of a matter of fact life are sufficient for them. it is not so,and Mr. Ageot;tliough a sensible man in other respects could not understand why his daughter was cold to her wealthy lovers, and had given her heart to the exile. When 'Margaret, hopeless of altering his opinion, finally eloped with her lover, his wrath knew no bounds. He refused to answer her letters announcing the marriage, and when, a few weeks later,she came in person,he hud her literally thrust from the door. . After vainly trying to get some other empl , yment, for Mr. Ascot's influence de prived Andrea' of all his pupils; the young couple went abroad. For awhile they liv ed in London. but after Magenta, Andrea returned to Italy. and there struggled on until he died. lie left his widow penni less. •he had only money enough toms her passage to America, whither she had resolved t•. come, in hopes, by a last ap peal, to soften her father's heart, It was a winter voyage, and Margaret canght vailrpt c,ld, which lhrea•.-ncd on inflOw nitiOl of the lungs. She could only crawl feebly to the nearest lodging, on the night she landed, a miserable attic.•— The next day she wrote a note to her rather. trusting to her boy to deliver itais she was too ill to go hers•lf. Knowing that Mr. Aso t would be out during the day, she had deferred sending 'he lad un tiltoward nightfall; but hardly had be left, before she began to think of the per• ils he rut, alone in the great city. Per haps, she said to herself, he had fallen down some open are& Perhaps he had souk, chilled and insensible,M some bank of snow. When eight o'clock struck. from a neighboring steeple, and still her boy did not return, she became almost wild with fright. Ten o'clock came, but still no eon. She-listened intently for the sonnd of feet. But she heard nothing but the roar of the storm. At last her anxiety a..d fear rose to phrenzy. She was sure now her boy was dead. Eleven o'clock struck. H. r candle had burned down iuto the socket, and was almost upon the point of expiring. Suddenly the sound of carriage wheels, muffled by the snow was heard. The carriage stopp ed. Surely that was the opening of the street door.there were steps ascending the stairs; yes! she could not be mistaken, they were the steps of her boy. The door of her room flew open and, , her son rushed in. "Mother, mother," he cried,flinging his arms eagerly nround her, "I came as soon as I could. And, oh! mother, I have brought grandfather. Seel" She looked past her son, scarcely be lieving her eyes. There, just b-hind her boy, stood her father. She rose up in bed ; she held out her arms. - "Father," she sobbed. "Margaret' My child !" And then they were locked in each other's arms,and both were in tears. "I can die in peace, no," she mnrmnr ed, after a while, as she clung to her lath - ter's breast, "since You have forgivenme. You will promise to take care of Thorn ton !" "Die," cried the father, rising bolt up right, and fairlyAing her from bed. all the streagtiFof his youth coming back in that supreme moment. "You shall not .die. You are coming licroe'Vritli us. We have, brought blankets food, everything, the risk is not so great as remaining an other night here; physicians, the best, shall be called in. No! you shall not die. Yon have not come home to die." Nor did she die. Our simple tale has already been too long in telling, or we might narrate how the sense of rest and peace that grew up i i her now, the skill ful care of the best physicians, and the knowledge tliat,lfetboy:e futtfre'i Tyra as:: sured,4ll iienthined to Mork a cure,sifirch otherwise might have been regarded as almost miraculous. - To-day there is no more beautiful wo. man of her years. in that great city, than Margaret, Shia lives only for‘her,-.father and her boyriliet canto at leait, before evergthing else. But she does not seclude herself entirely from society. To the select and cultivated circle of which she .is the center and chief ornament, she gives freely of ' her varied itecomplish talents and of herergnisite charm of man ier. But the memory. of her dead husband is still green in her heart, and : ever be; and though men of high. ptation and even world-Wide colebriety would woo her, if she wonld,to be the light of their home, they know, One and all, that her first and last love , lies buried, in that lonely grave, ou the blue shores ache Biviera,to which every year or two, she makes a pilgrim age. lI,ELESS WOMEN -o It is an untaibg theme—old as creation —the faults; of women No doubt Adam harped on rainy days, When there ; was nothing to be done at gardening, and perhaps he had some cause for complaint, for every, intelligent person will admit that he was sadly taken in by that metamorphosed rib of his. . Now a days wherever you go .you hear the same doleful story. Young men are afraid to marry because the young women are so useless. All•they are fit for is to dress op like dolls, and sit in the parlor, and thrum the helpless pi ano. Well, who is to blame? Not the young ladies themselves, moat assuredly. Somebody says it is their mothers, but we don't tllink so. Don't everybody know that the young men of the present day want the young women to be useless? Don't "they want them to dress up and sit in the parlor Don't they praise their uneunned fore heads and their lily hands,and admire the sweep of their silken trails,and the.glitter of their jewelry ? The pretty talk that we hear sometimes about girls helping their mothers in the kitchen is beautiful on paper, but who ex pects anything of the kind from a young. lady ? Baking bread, and coddling preserves, and sweeping, and making beds are not conducive otti white hands and delicate complections; and when it conies to washing clothes and scrubbing floors— why, good gracious! that is all! Young Men never go into the kitchens to watch their darlings 'make pies and black 'stores—anywhere out of novels; they don't want to, and the girls don't them tot .They all know that Maggie looks like any scullion without her pow der; aed smut on her face is not becom ing; - ..,•ainksvreat and steam will take her hair out of\eurl ; and strawberries and peaches. hotrever delicious they may be to the palate, pi.t one finger ends in hope less mourning. Nu; the young man of the present day when he calls on the young lady, ex pects to sit in the softest corner of the so fa, and Maggie is expected to be dressed like one of the last fashion plates, with at least twenty ruffles on her dress, and a bustle- as large as Sallie's. or Jennie's, or Annie's, or else she isn't stylish. • You just-listen a moment to Ihe cons versation of our young men as they smoke their cigars in. front of their club room ato ...h . r . ' "There goes Miss B. Dined stylish' looking -girl; grooms her hair well; Creases in elegant taste; plays a tip top game °licher, too." "There comes Miss C. Drab and wine color; striking costume; got a handsome' foot, and not afraid to show it. By lieorge! a fellow needn't be ashamed to drive out with such a stylish looking wo man When little Miss D. passes by in her plain dress, with nobody's dingy hair on but her own, and a hat full a year behind' the fashion, all the "fellows" stare-at her and make remarks about one's grand mother, and Notdia Ark, and wonder Barnum—isn't after her. Not one of them save anything about the fact that she is a sensible woman, and has spent her life in the kitchen cooking and mend ing for hei father and half a dofen- young brothers and sisters. Oh, no. Anil yet men are all the time crying out that they want sensible women for wives. Why doh't they get them then ? . The sensible girls of this generation wilt mostly be old maids, because men go in for the girls who giggle the most, who are dashing, who sport the most false hair, dud who paid the most atrociously. And really it has seen so long since a real woman, as God made her,, has beets in fashion; that we doubt it the men of to-day would know to what specimen she belonged it they should suddenly behold her. Gentlemen say: "Oh, ladies ought to dress with more simplicity !" and then they quotti Paul, etc. Suppose you try the sweet simplicity doge, young ladies, and go to a ball or a' party in the traditional scant skirted white muslin with blue iibbous, and your hair au nalurel. . Yon will have the pleasure 'of playing wall flower to the end of tte chapter. If anyb4dy thinks dress is at no .con sequence, just let her get into a railway car with ratified mile() gown, and an old shawil, and a last year's bonnet on-,- All the men Will be reading newspapers.— They will he very deeply absorbed. The papers that day will he e artieularly in teresting. Credit Mobilter. or the last murder COO farce will be especially fas cinating. ; They will sit near the end of the seat next the aisle and never see you. You mayistand there with your arms full of packages; and shift from one foot :to the oilier' and stagger against their backs at every lurch of the engine until the crack of doom, before any of these gen. tlemen, who are- crying 'out fur plainly dressed Women, will give you a seat. Next day you just go and dress op in your iteW spring silk. with its frills and flotinces, , and your stylish Dolman, and your clu#ming Parish hat, and your deli cate gloves, and your floating' curls. and go into 4 railway car. and half a &met gentlemen will forget that a 'newspaper ever existed. and insiat that , they ireatly prefer admitting : to sitting. Don'titve know..,, ,Haven't we tried it ? Gentlinten, reform yourselves! If you really desire women to ..be sensible, en courageithern to.be so. Have courage to be polite to ladies who tiro not dressed in the height of fashion. Don't be f .iever talkingiabout style. Show the ladies by . your conduct that yon want them sensi hle,yinne minded, and useful , and you will have them so, for they will 4o..anythir4 to pleago_you. • )TAO DOLLARS PER ',DAD IN ADVANCE; erns/ NOT PAID IN ADVANCE,4OOTII..EXTRIIO,, The fllystery' or giollosif Ash You want to know about the annuli • That ImOnened down to Holler 43117 ' Wall i If anVbodv knows, He wears atioutinr stile of clothes, 'Twas Deacari fimeral, And all,was pin' well, When them there Temp!AM up in town, 'On an eseundoinrain cum down: - I driv the mourners, and "Jiib Fresh" He went ahead or the procesh Andna he neared the railroad track, We deed that train a comic' back. . Jo turned around and winked at,nte, And fronihis vest he drew a V. "ru bet you thrtt, that.tbis ere bone Crosses ahead of that czeurse." The, mourners they ant up is yell, And theu'was inlism' fora spell, It was amnia' how that crowd Cavorted upward in aloud, We piled tbern.victims on the sward, About thrie-quarters of a cerd„ On top'we put the Deacon's meat, But where Jo went, we all was beat We searched the reins or that train, But t all our aarcbin',wits in vain, And to this day it doesbeat me Where the pleir Went that held iliatY. Humors of Tolelrraph. —_o— Not long since IS countryman came in to a telegraph office in BangorAtaine.with a message, end asked that it be sent im mediately. The operator took the mes sage as usual, put his instrument in com munication with , its destination. ticked off the signals Upon the key, and then, according to 'the rules of the office, hung the message-paper on the hook with otli era that had been previously sent, that at night they might ull be filed for preserva tion. The man-lounged around tor some time, evidently unsatisfied. "At last." says the narrator of 'the incident, "his patience was exhausted, and he belched out, 'Ain't on going-to send that dis patch.?' The operator portely informed him that he had sent it. .'No, yez ain't' replied the indignant roan; there it is now on the hook.'" - • • So faiaathe , exact nse of languaga was cencerned, the man•was right. Still more ludicrous mistakes sometimes ocear,{ Thus the Gentian papers reported that at Carl sruhe, toward, the close of the late war.an aged mother came to the telegraph office currying a dish of sauerkraut, which-she desired to have telegraphed to , Rastadt.— Her son mast receive theknant by San , ' day. The operator could not convince her that the telegraph wIA not capable of such aperfqrnoauee. "How could so Tan.) , soldiers have been sent to France by tele graph ?" she asked, and'ffnally departee grumbling. Almost every operator meets .with equally amusing instaucea. One recentlyi related the following incident:_ A gentle man came to my office to send a message, and tifterwritilig it, waited, as'people of ten do-at small offices, to see it sent. I called 'Mew,' and the operator at the oth er or the 1;uo eamo to .the key, and Said, •Bus - y --wait a Minute.' So I leaned back in my chair to wait, when the gen tleman said,vaave you sent it ?' I said, 'No; , they say they are busy—to wait a minute whereupon he sa:(l,Jooking sus. prised, why,,i didn't hear thern;',. and, then added, brightening" utf, as if .he had thought of the rettiori, 'but Vas 11 - deaf in one ear Y I think , I manageirto keep a straight face till be/eft, butit was hard work."—Harper' s .Magazine for, ,A a gust. , A t n Welt {Mogen. "Nate hand you are,:thin, me darling' mid one Irish hod - carr er "You muuut the !wider wid yer hod , full of bricks, and setter them on, the ~heads of us as ye go, sii." "Be Molt Kelly, thin, I'd carr y yer own swats self up from the flags to the roof, an' duwu widuut yer , bein' spilt." "Ye couldn't do it, sir; I lay a trifle ye could n't." • a noggin I would thin; a*ito tolui me but?" "Donor" f‘ iVe'll thry,. thin ; tnrnbla in l" Fearful as the esperiment may seem, it was successful, and Dement, once pore landing the adc'etitprous Pat on the pare; mi.nt,said teimnithlibtly,s•The price or the ,stuff, if ids eyel , Hacen't.l Won it "Ye' have;f. admitted. Pat, -relnotantly. lugging r out hishalt-pence; ."as .4, hap-, 'pens, I'mni. hate„ . I'd rather loseapythiog than my *ages', an' just as we were 'OM in' -by the second itary - -Twas'in 'Oat- •A Elaine Jesse. • . • An enterprising gentleman corn Port load, Dfaine, aCedrding to ,illoPreis of that: city; While travelling reOntly iti 'the interior of .Ithasouri;heing•uitcertain•as.ta whether-he was on the. right -road, , stop s ped at a farm house, to ingnire., The,lady, of the house; a Stant, 'boron"' 'White iio- OSICI, unable to infortn - hitti, referred him to her hustamd;who was at-work in a Gehl near by.. Chi going to that r place he.feund the husband was a colored Mali: 'Stop - - ping a moment at the horse hii return . he said to* the wife. olinw is it thut.a' go4d looking -women:like-yourself should hare* married a_calored man:r • "Oh. that?s nOthing,"" s,sid !Alp; "6, 1 5. .a - ghtid deal worse- • "Ilow'could-lhat'be?" . •' ' " "Why she married a man ftoniMairel" Tin Girl of , Ihe Period does: , not con descead-to notice trifles. ,. Oneiof tbis YA• riPty recently had occasion to,reritpito'her, mother. She,edds, in n - postseript, idease direct j?oniletteit to Mrs. Xoliff'Snoth.-L. laro - married.'; Short, if not sweet. , ' '•'• BEOACSE ber parents wished liar-to marry it man she did not love;Misf Mary S. Day's, of )3ellvim. ,Jowar, shot. herself. IE was case of unquestionable insanity.. The - sensible gad' accoMpliali et' aroma n the period hive TUE riottiViliet)oline nip not alio iiredie, sit down ta the sbacii ail& go td - eke? wiiiikon.duty,, andthey. want to knoiit.if `thigistke liberty for MrPiqhgar,:f9re,o 3 !, 4,111 bled. ; .; ti '. i; ~. ::.~;a 1. NITMBER ;tIOF Varleues. v Prison te endear absents. ;, 'l.te E irighest art is artlessness. New name for tight , boots—corncrib. The crow that has no voice—The scare crow. !The Captain Jack collar is the.nenratt thing iu the New York, furnishing !acres. A Cumin uati " mdn — has poured more thau ppAino 49wu at.-dgripfatet past ten "Driver, are you tutinhig 'Mk . time to day, I"' : o .‘lio,air,'! was Abe—Steed •htni:— "we are runniug fur cash." , An , eocep trio character jn•.4tni t ban - cise6 invtiriably walks the street vfittriv\ stick of candy in . ble mouth. Barnum 'will spend 870,000 .for adver tising. tkis : yoar and plUke4 $89%900 by it. Printer's ink pays. . A girl in Kansas medlar beau for breach of promise, and settled it., for a pair of steel and eighty bushels of, cop, ,:• Lanin Fair has at last settled op her accounts and she finds it:costa her 811,000 to shoot her victim. _ Among the. names recorded on.the sol id 'rimic on the summit of lifiiiindimak Mountain, N. is that of. Marquis Ile Lafayette. An Omaha girl introdilced a_ romantic mode of snici.fe. She stuffed 'her lover's letters down her throat - .until she suffo cated. , . The first woman inibistottntirappoin ted to 611 the'qifftho 'of De - puty tollerbtor is a Mrs. Dr. Moody, of Grensbnrg, Indi ana. 'Women who violate the city ordinan ces are cond - emned 'to sweep the - itreet!f io Mobile. -They do it of their own ao;) cord in most cities. . A St. Pant 'wornan,•who used 'to keep , three girls, now does her own . work cheer,' fully. She found her husbund throwing, kisses at them. The Joliet_ (14 '.Methodist Episcopal Conference has voted it - Self willing to li cense Mrs. Jennie E. Willing to preach the gospel. A Texas mother-in-law; finding her daughter's h narand. impenrums .to.thei dinary methods of killing, vindicated her : , authority by ihtioting him. 4 man named liixon,,formetly a street; beggar in Mobile, has just died ia Oxegott-, leaving a fortune estimated at half a mil lion. James Fisk, father of the late "Prince of Erie," Is making a tour of WisconsitC. cities, .engaged in the eale of a pat.9nkt . carr,. pet tack. •. „.. . "What is given to the poor is laid. op, in hia'ven.” This is undoubtedly: 01i rea son so few give to the pistw- - -they: nerd' exithet to welt again. - A.California paper discharged its toesi4, editor because he was so mach oiscupW in. truing to throw i zee a*inst Solna:I bar-fteeper'stroy full,. , • • The Mapville, Ky.,Bullelin announces•: a . Sunday-echool pin. we, and "trply..hopes, that roe Once our eiticris.ivill leav-e their , revolvers and bowie knivOS lit Vinine." ' An old lady front the country, with eix married. daughters, went !Ito Apsustrk 'ter . the NZ; rons of Husbandry. Sil , nteatit bfisitiess. A Texan town was recently 'visit r el;byl . ' a clergyman„ for the first time in- its bis.:l tA.ry, and the hospitable,inhabitapts..pro• .posed getting up a horse-ruce.fur tertain me n " . A Peekskill man has ground a, cotree ; . mill ten houre'without stopping:for'n bet of 82.50. 11. e would prollably - baicrehitra= ed more bad' he. been working for' *n; gee. A Vermont paper says young lady— from the country called, at a. book ; stoory l the other dap anal asked for a. "deck. of , . them new postal keeida 2 =dotiblo era." . • 4 'lt you don't want tho 'sobt, doret4or,.i up the chimney, was the reply of IA "edi-i . .." tor to "respectable" - trho • ItiquSite'd "hint not to mentnui the fact,that thoy had beefs: arraigniA in the police, copirt.. A negro preacher in Oeorght, in trans- - :lating . the . sentence, "The harvest is past, the ‘ season is ended r and tny..soul . , is-pot saida," pnt it, "De corn ha's been crihbed,', der ain't any more 'work, arid de liebbil is still:foolin- ividdiszoinrituriityi" "Yes, take her and weloothe," respond= ed un 111inois farms:', wtieu ilyiiung man Asked for biebloshing disisglifer"She's pin away with a schisal-rnasters!.q lo Pa with a" shoteman shOt :Wjidpat, whipped tier mother,. dn'a the BOVIII4r you take•li et. the. better: , • • A Georgia: , 3nati lieing `asked . thought a certain politician ti e Stith' " would steal, .replied.: , tiSteall tSfl. Jere, if he wad paralyzed stud, hamstrung., wouldn't' mist tho„Desert: of . - ; . ,Sahara. *with' the biggest - anchor of tliq Great •Eastern. StealrFehduld •esiq .130 would:'.' •".. ' "• Some boys dropped an 'anvil 'weigh- - , ing :200 poiinda : oat . - or Ea story window on tbo bead of it negro who was passing and holiad . them arrested.-1 no said be was willing to lot the lhove • have fun, but when theyjainmed aton- Vellum's bat down over. •eyes, and% spoiled Et in that way, the law. must- lako! its course. . - -.'! The dottie'dfthe'eapitel:at Wrishingten is or iron' of 8,000,00 pounds weight, 'and' is 180 feet . higher: than the Wtishingtcin trionatneatit tirnore. GS -feet higher thin 'tho 'Bunker Hill -mannment, , and trrehty-three - . feet higher than. the Trinity mhurch. epire st New York. , . 11.artfgrd geutleman, sr,ho bad tar.. Fled late a a wino supper. found_his Rifu waitinkliis return' in a high state bf bet - icinsness: Said she: ' "11dre beeh :waitingand rocking hi - the chair • 44)• my head spins:raund like a toplm L"Jess . . so a i wire; whera,l've.beeui" .respopdpa "It's Ci iiiiat4usphererr • . Mil
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