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Buiuemet. Pa.
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VOL. XLIY. NO.
-THE -
First National Ml
Somerset, Penn'a.
Capital, S50.O00.
Surplus, S20.000.
DEPOSITS RECEIVED I LARGE AWDSMALt
ACCOUNTS OF MERCHANTS, FARMERS,
STOCK DEALERS, AND OTHERS SOLICITED
DISCOUNTS DAILY.
BOARD OF DIRECTORS.
I.iltl-E M. HIC KS. GEO. R. SCULL,
JAMES L. PIGH, W. H. MIU.EK,
JOUN R. tSCVTT, 11BT. 8. SCULL,
FKED W. BIESECKEK.
EDWARD SCULL, : : PRESII)LT.
VALENTINE HAY, : VICE PRESIDENT.
HARVEY M. BERKLEY, . CASHIER.
T-V... Ame iuvii ri i i of tliis bank are se
curely pruUi-U-d In a celebrated Couliib Bl K-
OLAB PkuoF Safe. I no oniy aaie inaue ut-
lutely burglar-proof.
ft Somerset CmtT Moaal
AN K
OF SOMERSET PA.
Or.
Established, 1877. Orgasbsd is l Kstlossl, 1890
CAPITAL,
$50,000
SURPLUS AND UN- nn
DIVIDED PROFITS $ID,UUU.
h
Chas. I. Harrison. Pres't.
Wm. H. Koontz, Vice Prest.
Milton J. Pritts, Cashier.
Directors:
SAMUEL SN YDER, WM. F.NDSLEY,
SI AH Sl'ECHT. JONAS M. OWk,
JOHN H. SNYDER. JOHN STUFFT.
JOSEPH B. DAVIS. NoAII S. MILLER,
HARRISON SNYDER, J EROM E STL r FT,
SAM. B. HARRISON.
riionirK of till bank will receive the most
liU-ral tnntiiientconiiiMenl wit liaafe banking.
Parti, w ishing to .end money rant or weal
can lie aeeoniiuouaUd by draft for any
amount. .
Moii. v mid valuables aeciirea ny one oi oie-
laild'n eelebrated afea, with niol improved
time lock. ...
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Stairs. 1 liarv modemte.
Accounts and aeioKiui souciu-a.
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11.
Mr. A. J. Davenport
Impure Blood
Caused large Bail. aay fan mmt meek
I wm told to taVe Jlood'i Sarsanarilla faillifnW
Mood's Sarsa-
. parilla
ly, and after using 3 -tHC
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ail eruptions. I am per- L,
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Smith.
Stock Taking
Over. . .
Oar Surplus Stock is much
larger than we expected.
We find many lots of goods
that must bo Fold during
August, before the arrival
of our Fall Importations,
Septeiuler 1st.
Price
will be no object we will
not carry these goods into
another season, so look out
for extraordinary values
during August in
Domestics,
Linen Goods.
Wash Goods,
Silks,
Dress Goods,
Ladies' Waists.
Ladies' Wraps,
Millinery,
Ladies' and Gents'
Underwear,
Carpets,
Curtains,
Upholstery Goods,
Furniture,
Housefurnishing Goods,
China Ware, &c.
Watch the Pitteburg Daily Papers
for Particular,
Campbell
& Smith,
Fifth Avenue,
PITTSBURGH, PA.
Jacob D. Swank,
Watchmaker and Jeweler,
Next Door West of Lutheran Church,
Somerset, - Pa.
I Am Now
prepared to supply the public
with t'l.Kks, Watches, aud Jew
elry of all descriptions, as Cheap
as the Cheapest.
REPAIRING A
SPECIALTY.
All work puaranteed. Look at my
t&x-k ln-fore making your
purchases.
J. D. SWANK.
A. H. HUSTON,
Undertaker and Embalmer.
A GOOD HEARSE,
nd everything pertaining to funerals fu ru
in lied.
SOMERSET -
Pa
omer
SOMERSET, PA., WEDNESDAY,
THE FITS' OF IT.
BY AXX1E IMirOLAH TtKt.L.
How doth the little busy boy
Ik-light in snowy weather!
With merry mates, and shouts of Joy,
Ulmbing the hill together.
"And does It pay, up hill to run.
In npite of wind and weather?"
"till, yes Indeed, It U Mich fun
To ride down hill togclher."
They nam the Helds for berries sweet.
The Hummer sunKhiiic scorning.
Tall nut-trccx climb with nimble feet,
Nor fi-:ir the fruxty morning.
"And does it pay, my little son.
To work so harJ for plensun-?"
"Why, ycx! You know we call It fun.
And boys don't stint the measure.
They seek a Fot the Are to make.
Then roast the chestnuts fragrant;
With sooty hands tlie leant partake.
And clothe like any vagrant!
"And does it pay to burn your skin.
To wear your clothes In tatters?"
"Why, to be sure! When boys liave fun.
Those are but minor matters.'
THE PASSLVU 15ELL
Hut t!ienpt 11 of the old-time tone
HringK uiuiware unto lip and brow
The light of another aone."
No one seemed to think of the incon
gruity between the style of the build
in and iU occupants. It was on the
beautiful main street, and was built In
the jauntiest, most inconsistent style of
coinrloiuerate architecture. It was de
signed for the Old Ladies' Home, and
was the pet chanty of the moneytl
women of the little town in Vermont
where it was situated. All the build-
in irs near were homesteads ofa cen
tury's standins, which had apparently
grown from the earth as naturally as
the trees surrounding them, thus mak
ing more conspicuous the garish new-
ll-ss of the Home, which sneuereu
three old women. Two of them were
tj'tlimr in the window looking on to the
street a diversion that to one of them
never failed watching the movements
of the neighbors.
There goes James L. Haight, full
arain " sahl air. I Irton, Willi a pleas
ed Mailed at her own rviteratetl joke, as
she peered out of the window at the
8ia illest size of street car, slowly u rag
ged bv a lanuuid horse, which knew
toj well the certainty of hills in the
village to hurry over the levels.
"There never was a straighter man
than James L. Haight, and it does
soeut a shame that after he's had the
favor of bavin' the new horse-car nam
ed for 'itn, you should take oil from
his glory by your jokln', " responded
Mrs. Marden : but she smiled to soften
the words, for although she had plenty
of pepper in her composition, she al-
wavs softened to Mrs. I pton. f.very-
laaly did, just a instinctively as one
handles with tender touch a morning-glory-
'Who's in the car this noon? ask-
eJ Mrs. Upton, trying to indicate by
remix ing her glasses that her ability
to see was merely temporary.
Them glasses of yourn seem to al
ways have some niluia on 'em just,
when you most want to see," respond
ed Mrs. Marden, with hard hearted
mischief. "I believe it's the rVhool
IJoard orsomtthin' on the car, there's
i many men aboard, an' there's one
stranger. I wonder if they can see
in?" she said, preeuing herself a bit
a mirror between the windows.
There was a scarlet bow on her hair,
which was black and abundant, for all
her seventy years; and there were
scarlet laws on her slippers which half
concealed the prunella. "Ked's my
color, you know," she always said,
with a pleased laugh, if any one tried
ti remonstrate with her alxmt her
Ircss. anil their attempted reform rip
pled away on the sound of her laugh
ter.
"I don't know why I'm looking, as
though I expected somebody," mused
Mrs. Upt-m, positively. "The folks
that belong to me don't travel in horse
ears." "Nor didn't neither when they was
alive, for, even though I'm a few years
younger'n you, I can remeinKr all
about the horse and rigs you and
your folks had. I needn't do no look-
in' on my own account, neither, for if
saw Corycomin' right here to this
Old tadies' Home, I'd never speak to
her. She deserted me once, ana now
'd disown her."
"She's your own daughter, Myra,
and she only left you lecau-4e you
wouldn't let her marry Jim Leeds."
Hut where is she now? wrote to
her three years ago, to that town out
West, jest after we got them new let-
r-loxes put up, and mailed it myself
in one of 'em. Why didn't she answer
An' what does she care for her old
mother? I'd be town poor if it warn t
for them ladies that runs this house,
an' that's the truth. We may try to
hold up our heads here because we
live in a Oueen Ann house right on
the main street, with all the fine peo
ple for neighbors, hut were pauper
for all that, an' some days myself re-
speck it 'most gone." She stopped a
moment in her excited monologue to
nick ud the red bow. which had fallen
from her head la violently walking to
and fro. "It was only this moriiiu', "
she continued, with swelling indigna
tion, "that our housekeeper, Mary
Ilartlett, whose freckled face I ve wash
ed many a time when her mother was
helpin' with my kitchen work it was
only this mpruin', I say, that she tried
to talk to me about the sinful extrav
agance of a lace ruflle alout my garter.
As though she thought it was any or
her business, anyhow ! Who's she, I'd
like to know!" Mrs. Marden rocked
her capacious person violently in the
wooden rocker, and shook out her
skirts in anger. Her bright eyes snap
ped, and enough red flew to her cheeks
to
rival the bow on her hair.
Poor, brave, faded Mrs." Cpton slitv
ned out of the room, lest .Myra .Maruen
should see the agitation she had uu
wittinelv produced aud catch a glimpse
of her filling eyes. Tears lie very near
the surface when they have been meat
and drink for years. What Mrs. Mar
den bad rudely blurted out was true.
sadly true, but the only way life at the
homo uiu endurable was to build
almut it that hedge of self-deception
without which all happiness is incom
plete. It was impossible for this pride
preserving, self-deception to live in the
ruthless light of Myra's plain state
ments, so Mrs. Lpton crej away.
Once in her room, she prepared her
set
KSTVBTTSHISD 3827.
self for the street, thinking a walk
would set her straight. She put on
the black cashmere shawl with narrow
border, that had been for years her
richest imssession, a black bonnet with
the widow's line of white next her soft
gray hair, which strayed in tendrils
when the wind blew, and a pair of
black silk mitts.
Out beyond the village, on a lovely
hill side, with the wooded river run
ning near, was an old house of solid
uuornamental construction, generous
in size, dignified and elegant in pro
portion. Around it were old fashioned
llowers, and over it hung the graceful
branches of high elms. The place had
Ireen Mr. Upton's home before fate
played IU grim pranks on her and
hers. Whenever her riMour prupre had
received a wound, she found a rein
stating comfort in walking the old
familiar road and fancying once again
that she was on the way home the
kind of home that is written with a
small initial letter.
On the way she stopped to visit at
almost the only house she ever entered
now a small house which was seti
donymed the "Shot," liecauie the
mother there found her prototyie in
that other woman who had so many
children she didn't know what to do.
This was one place where Mrs. Upton
felt herself not only welcome, but an
actual luiiefit, for when she amused
the little ones there an hour she knew
their overtired mother had that hour
for rest, or at least for employment
without interruption. One of the sad
dest things in growing old is to" lose
the feeling of being necessary to some
body ; the transition from a caretaker
to an object of care. Mrs. Upton
never felt guiKTmious at the "Shoe."
As she left the crowded house she
lifted her head to the grand hills about
her, and felt their inspiration. She
would like to be even as they, patient,
strong, her head high in heaven, then
she would do great things for all the
world. She reveled in the feeling, for
it had been common to her younger
days, aud it made youth seem nearer
now to resume its habit of thought.
The sidewalk had lost all pretcuco
to a name, and was now a wavering
thread-like path by the road-side, trod
always by a solitary pilgrim, or by its
narrowness separating groups unsocia-
bly into Indian tile. Mrs. Upton trod
it in reverie, with her head lowered,
and stopped iu surprise as a man step
ped aside to let her pass. '
She looked at him with interest. He
was a stranger she had looked on all
the village too many years not to know
its own. He was well dressed, albeit
with a graceful attention to the fashion
of twenty years ago rather than to that
of the hour, and lie was like herself,
far iast youth so far beyond it that
even middle age was counted within
its happy compass. He raised Ii is hat
slightly as he waited for her to pass,
tiiat he might step back into the path,
and she passed on, after satisfying her
self with a searching glance that she
hail never known him.
She mused alniut him idly as she
went along. Her life was so alrsolute-
ly colorless that even the sight of a
stranger was almost au eveut. Then,
too, the interest was increased by his
age, for we are all most inten-stcd in
our coiitcinorics. We have odds
against us in competition with those
younger or older, but we stand on a
level with those whose years are even
:is our own.
When she had almost reached the
old house she saw in the path a large
fresh folded handkerchief. With a
natural impulse she picked it up, then
noted that it was tine, and embroider
ed with two initials iu t'le corner.
"I H." she read aloud, then smiled
a gentle rctrosj.eetive smile, as though
that combination of initials was pleas
antly known to her. She hid the band-
kerchief lovingly iu the bosom of her
dress, and stepped on her way with
more alertness than common.
"I've heard that there's a rage for
antiUes," Myra Marden was saying,
as Mrs. Upton went into the general
sitting room of the Home, "an' if we
don't watch out some onc'll lie buyin'
us right under our noses an' takiu' us
otrto the city."
"Wouldn't it do just as well to leave
us here and call this a museum ofan
ti'juitics?" responded Mrs. Upton, at
tempting to wound herself, that she
might not feci so poignantly the weap
on her less sensitive friend was using.
"There's been some one here already
to-day tryin' for you," continued Mrs.
Marden. "Leastways he asked for
KliJiieth Hunt, an' that's the name I
first knew you by. He said he know-
ed you was married, but he'd forgot
the name. I told him you was out,
an' he's to call again.
Kxcept from lieiievolent ladies of the
town, Mrs. Upton had not had a visit
since she entered the Home, nor did
her pride allow her to waut any.
"When did you say he was coming,
Myra?" she asked iu agitation.
"He didn't cpMite say, but I think he
meant to-morrer. You're tuckered
out," she added sharply. " o an' rest
a spell. Whatever do you want to
walk your legs ofT for?" Her tenderer
feelings always irritated her, for they
were in contradiction of her estimate of
herself as a hard-hearted shrew.
"I'm goin' out," she continued, "to
see the new fire department that James
L. Haight takes so much pride in. It
goes oft" at six o'clock, w hen the town
clock rings, an' they say them horses
is ready to leave the stable iu three
shakes of a lamb's tail."
Mrs. Upton climbed wearily to her
room, after Mrs. Marden aud the un
popular Mary Itarlett had disappear
ed down the wide elm-shaded avenue.
The only other occupant of the house
was old Miss Oreene, as she was call
ed even by her contemporaries. She
had never been young in spirit, and
now her body had caught up, as it
were, and there was harmony between
her physical aud psychical natures.
She was silent always, and unsympa
thetic, and knitting endless numbers of
slumber slippers, during which absorb
ing occupation she resented interrup
tion; so Mrs. Upton, even with her
longing for eompauiouship, had but
small temptation to enter her half
closed door.
Once in her own simple room, which
she had touched here and there with
tasteful fingers much to the disgust
AUGUST 28, 1895.
of the inexorable Mary Bartlett, who,
before all things was a rigid house
keepershe sank into a large rocking
chair and wandered into a delightful
haze of reminiscence, in which the men
were always young aud the maidens al
ways lieautiful. There seemed to lie in
her mind one figure of which she w as
almost unconscious, so linked it was
with her own icrsonaIity, and that was
Iter own younger self; and always in-ar
her was another, a man, but he was
always out of reach. He was an iynit
fit'uiiK, the brightest light in her you tig
life, but always beyond her. Tired at
last and chagrined, the girl in the day
dream relinquished her Iiojh-s, and
united her life with one who jiersist
ently sought her, and from that time
the light that had so long led her went
out in hojK-less distance.
The old woman in the chair was
looking far away to the mountains, and
reminiscently singing, in a low gentle
voice not uite under control.
"Iive was once u little Uiy, heii;ho, hriuho!
Then 'twits fun with him to toy, heigho f
when the sound of win-els, and then
the front door U-ll, told of an arrival.
The dream of vanished years Hew
away, confronted by the necessity of
the moment. Miss Greene's rheuma
tic knees would not allow of her de
scent, and all the others were out, so
she must open the door. She glanced
hastily in the glass to straighten her
soft lace cap, but quite missed seeing
what was patent toall who looked on
her a sweet, unselfish soul shining
from her eyes and making pleasant
marks alstut her mouth, quite in har
mony with the lines etched thereby
sorrow.
She opened the street door, and in
dicated to the entering visitor the way
to the sitting-room, around the walls of
which Myra Marden had arranged il
luminated texts brought from the last
home she had owned. Her amiable
intent to please the visitor was express
ed by "Welcome," in shaded blue,
placed where the eye would meet it on
entering; "(iod Uless Our Home,"
shone resplendent in red and yellow
where all could see ; and "Come
Again," in subdued purple, uttered the
graceful wish of the establishment as
the visitor passed out.
Mrs. Upton followed the tall form
into the room with a trembling curiosi
ty. He was the man she had met on
her walk.
"I want to see a lady whose name
was once Miss Elizabeth Hunt," he
said, courteously Isnving to the lady
liefore him. "I have been to her old
home, where I used to know her, and
was told that I should find her here. I
tried once liefore to-day, but she was
out. May I ask of you if she is now
at home, and if she will receive her old
friend tauren Hamilton?"
The slight frame of the little woman
trembled and the color Hushed her
delicate pale check. Her sweet dream
of by -gone years, from which so com
mon a thing as thedoor-lcll had awak
ened her, was lieing linked with the
present.
Standing liefore him, with her face
upturned to his so far alvc her she
clasped her bauds to control their tell
tale trembling, from her eyes, she said
simply, "I am KliaU th Hunt, Lau
ren !"
The moments that followed were too
filled with emotion to lie reckoned by
the ordinary annotation of time. The
man stood mute before the woman, his
anus folded across his breast, breath
ing dtvply, with his head thrown eag
erly forward. Motionless save for his
eyes, these scanned piercingly every
lineament of the face la-fore him. He
noted the soft white hair with straying
tendrils, the refined contour nfhro-
ind check and chin, the piteous eyes
upraised. His eyes travelled over the
little figure, upright, though the should
ers drooped a bit, the clasistl hands
appealing. Within him rsc such a
t'Jinult of thought that it heeds must
ti ul an outlet. His heart was young;
the image of this woman which he had
cherished within it was also young.
He could not in one brief moment tear
it out and in its place set the picture
he saw before him now.
KliaUth I 'pton waited. She had
waited through life ; she well might
wait a little longer. The silence was
like a mighty cavern in which each
heart-beat sounded an iufre pK'iit b.-ll.
She quickly traced on the smooth
shaven face of the man some of the
fulfilled indications of his youth. And
she chided herself for her failure to
recogni.e them in that quick glance of
first meeting. Later, when this dread
ful m.itiiul scrutiny ami endless siieiico
were over, she would beg forgiveness.
He had come now as her deliverer ;
she felt that. He would once more
give her a home of her own, and her
few remaining days would be spent
within its happy retirement. At the
thought her lip trembled, her eye
brightened, tauren noved as though
to speak, and she listened with both
soul and sense.
"I do not see any trace of what you
used to be. I never should have known
you." His voice was deep and slow.
Kach word drove mercilessly into the
heart of the woman before him ; but,
consumed by the grief of his own dis
appointment, lie, all unseeing, left her
with a heavy sb-p, youth dropping
from him as a lo;sened g inm-nt. And
so he passed from out of her presence
for the last time on earth, taking with
him such a bundle of dead hopes as it
would seem impossible to have raised
in so short a time.
"Can't you hear me. Mrs. Upton?"
asked Myra Marden, Is-nding over her
as she lay in bed the third day after
tauren Hamilton had left her. She
had lain quiet ou her narrow white led
ever since they found her insensible on
the floor of the sitting-room. Now she
opened her eyes, and Mrs. Marden was
trying to muse her.
"Don't you know me, Mrs. Upton
It's me, Myra, an' I've heaps to tell
you. My Cory's come track with Jim
Ix-eds, an' is a rich woman, an' has
found out that the mail-box wasn't
never opened that had my letter iu it,
an' she's goin' to make a home for me,
an' you're to come too. I)o your hear?
A home of our own, with no visitin'
committee. Just ourselves, an' flowers,
an' earthly thiugs we love. Won't you
please wake up, Mrs. Upton?"
The early sun purpled the moun
eraio
tains, putting brightness and color in
to all earthly things, and reddening
the masses of cumulus clouds, but
Klizalrcth Upton awoke to a far greater
glory.
Under her pillow they found ajlarge
folded handkerchief which had on it
the crinkyiqrots of many tears, and in
one corner were the embroidered initi
als "1 H." Myraojicned it with tend
er hands and laid it over the silent
heart.
The solemn ls-11 of the church tolled
for the dead, one stroke for each year,
sounding over the village and reaching
far out to the everlasting hills which
bad surrounded the scenes of this com
pleted life. The whole town seemed to
to pause to count and Iist-n.
The first stroke fell upon the air with
a joyous ring, as it told the happy year
of baby box I. A score more of strokes,
which sent their gladness away off to
the grim hills, carried the littfc' life to
womanhood, and then the tom-s began
to lengthen and ileejs n w ith an om
inous bum. It was the utterance of a
disapjtoinled life, one depressed, and
deprived of the love that makes life
livable. Forty strokes were sadly
reached, aud culminated almost in a
groan. After that the knell was slow,
regular, impassive, and at fifty seemed
to say, " Who enters here leaves hoiie
behind, "so flat and lifeless were the
tones, with dreary waits la-t ween.' The
U-ll struck iu accord with the hearts
of women at work iu homes where la
lror and privation were not made en
durable by love and encouragement,
and awoke in them a sympathy with
the finished life they had never known
when Klizalrcth Upton was a fellow
worker. At seventy-five the un
willing bell lagged feebly, as the added
years bad done, and every one in
weariness had stoprcd counting the
strokes save a little Iroy in school, who
f rund in them distraction from his task.
And the last stroke of all it was not a
rounded pi can of victory claiming out
triumphant to the sky; rather it rung
like those preceding it, and hung qu-s-tioning
in air with au upward tone
au unfinished phrase, awaiting its com
pletion in the other world. Helen
Churchill Candec, in Harper's llazar.
Not So Very Poor.
Over two weeks niro W. I. Nichol
son, of New Zealand, arrived hereon
the steamer Mariposa and put up at
the American Kxchange hotel. He
was so roughly dressed and so unique
in appearance, with a queer bunch of
whiskers on his chin, that he seemed
a walking advertisement of hard luck.
He had arrived in the steerage, and
he bsik one of Mie very cheapest rooms
in the house. Under these circtun
staiiccs Manager Wiseman was inclin
ed to keep a wary eye on him. At the
end of three days Mr. Wiseman broach
ed the matter of settling the bill.
The queer guest said be would pay
the bill iu the next day or two. He
did not, however, and he was spoken
to again about it. Still there seemed
to be a hitch, but finally the New
Zealander said he would go up stairs
and get the money. After a while
he came down with it and paid the
bill.
Then he explained that the rea.soti
why he hadn't paid it ln-fore was that
he had nil his money sewed up in his
vest. On investigation it was shown
that be had a surprising amount.
There was no less than $,)i in bills
and Kng'ish sovereigns, nurstly the
latter, besides ?-4,lm in drafts. The
sovereigns weighed the vest down till
it was as heavy as its owner, and all
:ui able Ixrdied man could carry. They
were skillfully and stoutly sewn in
from the Isittom up, so that all around
his sides and front there was money,
and the iKieKoi tne vest nan to ire
strengthened with leather straps to
keep the garment from Wing pulled to
pieces. This queer contrivance loaded
with coin, bills and drafts, the man
with the billy-goat whiskers has Uvn
liiiTging with him wherever ho traveled.
There were fears at time that he
would Ire robbed, but Nicholson has
always insisted that he could take
care of himself.
A few days ago, after ret u mi ng from
a warm walk down town with his
load of cash, he threw oil' his heavy
vest in his r.smi and put on another
one to cool otl". Ho finally stepped
down-stairs, leaving the door open.
He sat at a desk for a long time,
forgetting ab rut his cash. Sj.ldonly he
recollected it, his face assumed an ash
en hue, and ho vanished up-tairs like
a streak of light. His precious vit
was there, though hanging on a chair.
He grablred it and put it on, and situ-.-then
he has worn it constantly.
Nicholson came over to invest his
money, but did not find anything to
suit hint, so the land of the antipodes
will get him again. Ho sailed on
the Mariposa, the same steamer on
which he came. San Francisco Ex
aminer. Why Women Prefer Low Chairs-
One of the things that no man ever
will or can understand is that women
invariably choose the lowest chairs they
can find, usually selecting for solid
comfort one that is alrout six inches
from the lliror. Schopenhauer's con
temptuous allusion to them as the
"short-lejLged sex" generally occurs to
him as the final solution of the problem,
even though he be too polite outward
ly to hint at such a thing. That Is by
no means the real reason, according to
a bright little artist. Women, she
says, seem to know intuitively when
they are looking their best, and they
know that rarely hapiens when they
are sitting on a chair sufficiently high
to make the feet dangle stitlly down
ward, barely reaching the floor. In
all the celebrated pictures of sitting
feminine figures the line from the
waist to the knee Ls elongated as far as
possible, and it is to secure this grace
ful, easy length of line, as well as for
comfort, that women instinctively turn
to the low chair or stool. Detroit
News.
Life's often lost from little Ills
Which might bc saved by little pilU.
That is to say, if you sutler from
biliousness, coustiiation, dyspepsia or
toipid liver use Dr. Pierce's Pleasant
Pellets.
1
WHOLE NO. 2300.
A
'Three girls domiciled in the next
room! There's an end to my writing
for one month, at least!
Kenneth lloss pushed his piqs-rs in
to a confused lit up, shul bis desk with
a vindictive snap as be lighted a cigar.
"Tbnv chattering, noisy jfirls, each
w ith a tongue three titiii-s its procr
length! There's my cousin Flora, Alie
Aymer and liirsa Ferna!! blue eyes,
black ccs ami melting gray; by the
way, that little monkey ltosa, isn't
bad looking. I rather fancy that ccu
liar shade of brown hair. Site would
make a tolerable study for my next
heroine. I may as well put her to
some useful purpose. Heigho! I think
Aunt Meg was crazy to invite all those
girls here at once!"
lie paused a moment, as the merry
n-al of girlish laughter echoed iu the
adjoining apartment.
'They're laughing at inc. tiirls al
ways think a bachelor fair game."
Tap! tap! tap! sounded softly on the
panel of bis door, and he had ju-l time
to take bis heels oil the table before
Flora Kdgcwarlh put her head into the
room.
"Cousin Kenneth, are you there?"
"Well, what's wanting now."
"May we come in?"
"I may as well say yes!"
"I just want tht girls to see what a
dear little den you've got here."
Flora threw open the door and td
mitted her two companions.
"Here he is, girls! the old Iw-hclor,
as he appears iu his native wilds!"
"Now, young ladies," said Mr. Hoss,
throwing his half-smoked cigar out of
the window, "I'll trouble you to lie a
little less uiuvrcmonious!"
For Alice and Flora had pounced on
his sheets of linrse manuscript like hon
ey bees oil a bed of heliotrojre, and
were laughing over the rather iilegibie
chirography. Miss Fertiali -tood near
the dsr, a litile confused and very
pretty, in her blushes and uneertainity.
"D.m't Is- cross, Kenneth, ' said Flo
ra. "We're going down to the post of
fice now. Ii-rsa Feniall has written a
twelve page letter to her swi-etheart in
Canada"
"Flora!" exclaimed ltosa.
"And," pursued the relentless Mora,
"we're going to jxrst it. Come girls."
And Mr. K-rss was left alone with the
heavy musk rows nodding at the open
casement and the dreamy murmur of
maple troughs and far oil" N-es in his
ear.
"A twelve -page letter to her sweet
heart!" he -.Hindered. "She mast have
had something very interesting to
write. Canada, eh? I wish it was Van
Ilieinen's Land!'
Mr. IJoss rose from his easy chiirand
began to walk tip and down the fl ror.
"It's tiro confounded hot to breathe
here!" he said, impatiently taking up
his hat. "I'ii g r and take a trsinp in
the woods."
Flora Edgewortn hadsuovetded in
planting a rankling thorn in her cous
in's breast, all unconscious thouga she
had U-en.
The sun was low in the sky when
Kenneth returned from bis abstracted
rami'Ie in the woods, and the wide, old
fashioned country house was wry still
as he ascended toward bis own apart
ment. "Hallo!"
Mr. K'ss gazed vacantly around the
room with something of the U-wildert-d
feeling that might have In-longed to the
Fa-tern Priinv when ho felt himself
transported from pole to jmle iu an en
chanted dream.
"I'm in the wrong nrom, I U-lieve
for tin re is Flora F.dgeworth's light
wrap on the K-d, and H-isa's hat anil no
end of rihlrons and gloves and lace col
lars on the bureau."
He balanced the c.xpletti.-h little hut
on his hand.
"So this is the fashionable style of
chapcau, eh? I wonder now whether
Kosa's hat would tit me!"
Mr. K-rss adjusted the article jauntily
on one side of his curls and viewed
himself in tin- mirror.
"Upon my wor-J, it don't look so
bad! And now w here's the saequo! A
little tight in the sleeves, but other
wise quite a decent fit if a fellow holds
his arms well Iwek. There's Alice's
blue uiiisliu dress. I've two minds
and a half to put it on, just for the joke
of the thing!"
A momentary silence ensued, broken
by the rustling of muslin.
"Don't meet round the waist by a
good six inches, but I can hold it up. I
woodcr what makes the thing drag on
the ll ror and cling round one's legs so!
Oh, I know the crinoline ought to go
under!"
"I'm not certain but that I should
make quite a nice broking woman,"
mused Kenneth, strutting backward
and forward before the mirror. "On
the whole Tomb of the Prophet! is
that the girls?"
Mr. Koss gave a blindly desperate
jerk at the sacque, ami a pull at the
crinoline; but all in vain. The gay
voices, intermingled here and there
with a ringing laugh, or a snatch of
song, drew nearer and nearer.
For an instant Mr. I toss wildly con
templated a rush through the hall to
his own door, but a moment's reflection
convinced him that sucha retreat would
; le impossible.
"I must stay and face it out!" lie
thought, "but hold on! there's the clos
et. It's just possible they will only stay
a minute or two."
And totally oblivious of the "majesty
of man," he tied precipitately iuto the
closet.
"Why the deuce didn't I think to se
cure the key?" he thought, as the girls
streamed into the room. "However, I
can hold on to the door handle if any
one attempts to get in. Uy Jove, if the
girls should sit- me in this rig I should
never hear the last of it."
He leaned against the shelves and
breathlessly awaited the progress of
events.
"Why!" ejaculated a soft voice Ko
sa's own "where's my hat? Was I
careless enough to have it dowu stairs?
Flora you have hidden it."
"I wonder what you'll accuse me of
next!" said Flora, in an injured voice.
"You told Mr. Koss that Cousin Si
io in' l.-ll.T was to tiv "
I "Your sweetheart? Well, he ought
to I-, T'n' sure. He Is the 1 anlm -t
young man I know."
"fib. Flora, he don't mm pa re with
Mr. iCs."
"Ursa, be hones?,' said Flora, "u hii !i
do you like la-t Cousin Ken or Simon
M-riitrHsc'"
"Fl-.ra!"
"Tel! me now, honc-sUy."
The answer firnr.' ii a low, half in-ati'ld-lf.-
oil :.
"Kenneth!"
The heart under Alii-e's saopie gave a
great jump! Mr. Kis's bead came in
contact With somethiie on the tipper
-belf, and down caiue a nin of b.ucl
tioxes on his occiput !
There was au in-taut's terrified -i-leliev,
and then all the girls U-gati to
scream iu chorus,
"How silly we nil are!" said Kosa
tremulously; "it's only the cat."
"As if a cat could make such a noise
as that."' said Flora, "( all Uncle John!
Alice, do look and see what it is!"
"No you lirok," fain-red Alice.
I'll lo,k mysel'," said U-rsa Fernall,
bravely advancing to the rescue. Kut
wh'Mt the do r handle r fused to turn,
evi u she blanched.
"Someone is holding the door inside.
Call the men!"
"There is no ii-ii-s;t y," quoth a voiii?
from behind the pa:;els, and the next
mom -nt the door flew op-n, disclosing
a tall form in blue, and a eountenau-e
whose litter sheepish ncss can never lie
descrilred!
"(.'ou.-iti Ken!" shrieked Mora.
"Mr. Koss!" faltered Miss Fernall.
"Why, it can't U- possible!" ejaculat
ed Alice.
And then the three girls clung to
each other in paroxysms of laughter!
"Tin? fact is, adi-s," commenced
Kenneth, coiifiis-dly. "I - Won't soine
one b.-lp me oil' v il!i this inoii-e trap'.'
Mis Alicv, I'm very sorry I've split
yirtir saeque, but - Well, if Joil Won't
stop laughing 1 can't explain, that's
the long and the short of it!"
IJut K'rsa Fernall bad stopped laugh
ing alre-a ly, and the pink other checks
was deepening into scarlet. She had
just rcm -m'sercd the words careles-ly
sjsrken not five minutes ago.
In an inexplicably short space of
tine Mr. Kows bad torn oit'his feminine
adornm.-nts and lied igiiomiuiou.sly,
followed by peals of laughter from his
cousin and Aiiiv Aymcr, strange
piece of contradiction had begun to
cry!
"Poor little thing! she's hysterical,"
said aunt Meg, who had j-lst apii-ared
on the scene.
Hut K'rsa was not hy.sterinil.
The full, delicious iicioii of summer
was in the mid-heaven that night as
Kenneth K'rss strolled into the garden,
in -fcrdily pi::ting a eig ir, and contem
plating the foa-ibility of leaving War-bu-g!i
t r avoid tile girls' san-asm.
"I was a to . I," said he aloud; "but
Who's th -re?"
It was K-a, coming from the
low. -r part of the garden. l',y the full
brilliant n:-n!ight be saw the traiss
of tears on her cheek.
"K-rsa, yo-i have Ireen crying!"
"No, I haven't!" And to prove the
trut'iofher as-s-rtion, Kosa U-gaii to
cry afre-h.
"Lor!t here. K-rsa," said the young
man gravely, I have 1kv;i thiakiug of
leaving Warburgo to-morrow."
Kosa cried on.
"Kut," pursued Mr. Koss, "I'll stay
if if you'll oniy tell me to my face
what you told my cousin when I was
hidden away like a fooh-h rat in a trap,
Kosa. . Speak, little o:u !
"What shall I tell you?" faltered Ko
sa. "That you love me! that you will Is
my wife!"
And she told him . so iu thelaiiguag"
that lovers Is-st like to hear.
And Mr. Koss stayed in Warburgh,
and braved the ridicule of Alii-e and
Flora, with litile Kosa marshalled on
his side. A' ' Y'irl .V
The Good Housekeeper.
The ''' M-t" ;: ttr, in an article on
housekeeirers, docs justice to an ort'nv
which it says requires -f a woman the
same qualities that are necessary to
make a good statesman cool judgment. '
equable temper, and a gra-p of details,
however small. The average woman,
the '(: tt,' contends, in order to devel
op those qualities, needs to have the
companionship of man, to live with
him in the marital relation, and to Is-rospm.-ible
to him fr his daily needs
and e rmfoi is; left to herself, free from
the discipline of male d rminatioii and
needing only to provide for her own
wants she will shirk the cares of
housekeeping and maintain hers-lf up
on the most meagre diet, mainly one
of toast and tea.
As regards the profcssioal houe-keejr-er,
who is held to a strict accountabil
ity, and is called upon to provide an
nually In'-"', appetizing meals for a fam
ily and satisfying one for domestics,
to make the servants do their U-st work
and to prevent jars and bickerings
among the-m, she requires an amount
of tact, character arid kindliness never
found in the scinnd-rate worn tu that
the housekeoJH-r is supposed to lie. She
mu-t be cheerful, prompt and calm iu
emergencies, g-ri-tern p-ere,t ami pa
tient. The household ovi-r which she
has supervision must lie so organized
that during her temp rrary absence or
illness tiie whole thing will go on by
itself for a time at leas?.
That the p-.rs.ses.sion of such qualities
is rare in any woman the Unzittt holds
to lie true from the fact that the owners
of large town and country houses in
England are constantly on the lookout
for this ideal housekoci r. Such a wo
man will easily comi.-.and au annual
salary of -fl, m, if not .more. She is
treated with great respect, she has her
own apartments in w hich her meals
are served, her hours of lalxr or duty
are reasonably brief, and siie is not ex-
ls-ted to hold other than official rela
tions with the domestics.
The Whirligig of Tima.
An old c.umtrv darkev was sitting
on a curb uptown, watching thecloe-trie
cars as they swept like a smuroii
thnuigh the Kosottan Sahara, when
suddenly he started to his feet with an
exclamation of wonder, and then an
expression of pleased surprise as thick
as the cloud of dust that olrscured a
reevding e-ar occupied his face.
The dog catcher's wagon was passing
by, and a big negro, who takes iu un
wary canine's, had just swesqn'd derwll
em one', and after a brief struggle had
auilcd him a prisoner.
"tlreat tJawd!" exclaimed the old
darkey em the curb. "Be-fo elo wall
they usto hah dirgs tor ketch do niggers
now doy has niggers to ketch de
dogs." New Orleans Item.
Ad rseof IV. Fowler's Kxt. of Wild
Strawberry brings immediate relie-f in
all ens of cramping p.iins of the
stomach or hrwols. It is nature's
specific for summer complaint in all
its forms.
A man has generally, the giaal ir
ill qualities which ho attributes to man
kind. She nstoue.