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Pkistilla Lkoxakd, In The Occident
ROBIX THE OUTCAST.
Tliis is a sad story, but one iiiuxt le
sad sjiuetiiiies. Tbe world is not all
sunisljiii, and iu the woof of life
tbrt-arTs"if gold are !tiTrTS6vi:a'to
cloifly wiih thit-ads of gray that it
i impoHible to separate the one from
' ieu I first knew Robin Charteris
he Vas still at Katou; a handsome,
healthy, high spirited boy, with the
brightest smile and the kindest heart
in the world. I always likl him, aud
I was not singular in that rexpect, for
everybody liked him. Everybody, did
I say ? Well, everybody, with one ex
ceptiou, and that exception, strange to
say, his own father. Sir John Charte
rs baud the boy with a cold and sys
tematic hatred that was as unswerving
as it was ungenerou a haired found
ed upon the fact that Robin's birth had
been the price of his mother's life. He
was a stern, hard, morose man, whose
one weakness was the paion with
which he had loved his wife and the
tenderness with which he cherished
her memory; and the people disliked
him as much as they liked Robin.
Abfwt two years after I first got to
know the family, Robin left Eton and
went up to Trinity college, Cambridge,
He had not done much in the way of
learning at Eton, but he had made
himself a name in the cricket field
and on the liver, and that name he
kept up worthily at Cambridge, He
also began to make a name for himself
iu somewhat different lines, but I took
no notice of that, A man N bound to
sow his wild oats sooner or later, aud
the sooner the better, I think, lest the
harvest be too late and too bitter.
Robin's chief chum, Harold Mars
den, left Eton when be did, aud the
two went up to Trinity bgether. In
the Long, Robin brought bis friend
home, and I saw him for the first time
that summer when I ran down to Char
teris park for a week's cricket, I had
heard a great deal of him from Robin,
and somehow I had got an idea that he
led and Robin followed, but when I
saw them together I found that I was
mistaken. It was Robin who led, and
Harold followed with an absolute devo
tion and fidelity thatT can only des
cribe as dog-like. Ieft to himself, Har
old would have been a steady, persever
ing, plodding boy, but Robin was as
wild as they make 'em, and Harold du
tifully followed in bis footsteps.
Well, at the end of the Long the two
went back to Cambridge, and for two
years after that I saw them from time
to time. Then the crash came, I shall
never forget the day when Robin rush
ed unceremoniously into my bachelor
quarters in SL James's, aud blurted out
the story of a life's tragedy in five bald
"I'm done," he said. "I'm going
I was so petrified that I only stared
at him in blank amazement,
"I'm done," he said again. "I'm
done, Colonel; and I'm going under."
He sat down heavily in the nearest
chair, and in the bright morning light
I saw that his face was lined and worn
and gray, like the face of an old man.
His sunny brown eyes were dulled with
"Robin," I said. "Wbj-, Robin, my
dear boy, what does it all mean? What
are you talking about?
He stared at me stonily.
"I'm done," be said, for the third
time. "I'm going under."
"Going under?" I repeated, helpless
ly. "Rut why, Robiu ? What has hap
pened ? What what have you done?"
His right hand clinched itself on the
arm of his chair.
"Cards." he said briefly. "They
spotted me cheating, you know. The
governor's kicked me out, and and
and well, ts I said before, I'm going
Robin looked at me, and I looked
back at him. I have been confronted
with several tragic situations in my
life, but I think this one was the most
tragic of all. Sorrow, parting, loss,
death, all these things are terrible and
hard enough to bear, goodness knows;
but when it comes to dishonor well,
that is another matter altogether.
Robin was such a boy, though, such
a boy! And his drawn, haggard face
looked so wistful and so piteous! I
could not help feeling sorry for him,
even while I condemned him. And I
have always been glad of that weak
ness if, indeed, it was weakness.
I felt so sorry that I even interviewed
Sir John, tin action which was utterly
opposed to my principles, for I have
made it a rule through life to mind my
own bu.iibH and to leave other people
to mind theirs. Needless to say, I gain
"Robin is bad," Sir John said, coldly,
"and bound to go to the devil, so let
him go in his own way. I wash my
hands of aim. I'll never see hinj or
speak t him again as long as I live,
and if I could leave the old place away
from him I would. Unfortunately, I
can't, as it goes with the title. Don't
say any more, Maitland. I tell you the
b y is bad. He belongs to the devil,
and the devil may have his own for
I was convinced that Robin was not
bad. only wild and thoughtless, and
reckless to the last degree; but I said no
more. It is only a waste of time to ar
gue with an angry man particularly
if he happens to be a father with a cer
tain amount of right on his side and
I never waste time. That is against
my principles too.
So Robin went under. That is to say,
be sailed to the other end of the world,
and began life all over again in Austra
lia. He wrote to me regularly, and I
followed every detail of his career with
the keenest Interest, rejoicing heartily
as ne rose step by step, slowly but
Meanwhile, I sar a good deal of Har
SOMERSET, PA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 23. 1899.
old Marsden, who took his degree with
honors, and, having got himself called
to the bar, set to work with a will at
the profession he had chosen. Much
as I liked Robin, I could not help
thinking sometimes that it was a good
thing for Harold that he was removed
from bis influence.
Well, the years rolled by, and in due
course the time that comes sooner or
later to all men rameteSir John Char-
teris. That is to say, he died aud was
buried with his fathers, and Robin his
son reigned in his stead.
When Robin came home, I was sur-
princd to see bow little change uine
years had made iu him. He went
away a boy of 21 aud came back a man
of 30, but beyond that the change was
but slight, lie had the' ratntHnppy-
go-Iucky, boyish manner, the same ea
ger smile, and the same kind, generous
heart. It was a great pleasure to me to
shake hands with him again, one of the
greatest pleasures I have ever had; and
I said so in the warmest terms I could
think of. lie laughed his old, infec
"Thank you, Colonel," hesaid. "You
always were a good sort, and I see
you're a good sort still. I believe all
you say and thank you for it,"
Robin went down to Charteris for a
bit to talk business and look into the
affairs of the estate, and then, as it was
May, he came up to town for the season.
I invited him to share my quarters, and
that be was very glad to do. All his
old friends rallied round him, invita
tions poured in from every side, and he
took up the thread of the old life again
with a t.eit that was half amusing and
half pathetic in the eyes of a more or
Icks blase man of the world like my
Everything would have gone well if
it had not been for a woman. Oh! these
women! When will they cease to fur
ther trouble and complicate a world
that is already troubled and compli
cated enough, Heaven knows! When,
did I say? Well, perhaps when the
sun of this life has set for all time, and
the last kiira of the last man has grown
cold and dead on the lips of the last
Poor old Robin! It never occurred
to me that be would fall in love with
my niece, Monica; but he did, all the
same. And that was the end or all
He came slowly into my room one
night, and his face looked as it had
looked on a certain never-forgotten
day nine years ago.
"Done again, Colonel," he said, with
a pitiful attempt at a smile, "and going
under again. That's about all I'm tit
for, I think."
He leaned on the mantelpiece and let
his bead full on his hands with some
thing very much like a groan. I look
ed at hiru wouderlngiy, for not the
faintest glimmer of the truth had as
yet penetrated to my dull brain.
"What is it, Robin ?" I asked. "Not
cards again ? Surely, not cards again ?"
He raised his head at that.
"No," he said, bitterly, "it isn't cards
again it's a woman this time. There's
nothing like a woman, Colonel, for
sending a man headlong to the devil."
"Oh, a woman!" I repeated, blankly,
turning over in my own mind the
names of all the married women of
our acquaintance. "A woman, Robin?
That sounds bad. Who is she?"
"Monica," said Robin.
I si nply gasped. Fool that I was; I
bad never suspected such a complica
tion as this.
"Monica!" I echoed feebly. "Oh,
Monica, I I never thought of Mon
ica." Robin laughed a short, haid laugh.
"I have thought of no one but Mon
ica lately," he said, "and I don't think
I shall ever think of any one else
again, bbe isn t the sort or woman a
"Hut, my dear boy," I said, "my
dear boy, it's it's it's "
"Hopeless," Robin finished, laugh
ing again, "you needn't tell me that,
Colonel. I know it now."
I said nothing for a moment, while
I pondered this new and unexpected
"Have you said anything to Mon
ica ?" I asked at last.
"Yes," Robin answered drearily, "I
spoke to her to-night, and she told me
that she had accepted Harold Marsden
just an hour before."
I was silent. This was not unexpect
ed news, at all events, for I had been
watching the developments of the af
fair for some time; as pretty a little
love idyl as I had ever seen.
"She told me that she had accepted
Harold Marsden an hour before," Robin
said again, "and that stung me, I can
tell you; but there was something that
stung me more, and that was the way
she looked at me, the way she received
my offer. She looked at me somehow
as if I had no right to ask her to marry
me almost as if the love I offered her
was an insult Can you can you un
derstand it, Colonel ?" "
He looked straight at me as he asked
the question, aud I felt desperately un
comfortable, for I understood only tco
"I'm afraid I can, Robin," I answer
ed hurriedly, for it was no good beating
about the bush. "I'm afraid Monica
remembers that old story, you know,
and that's what it is. You see, the
knew you when it happened, and the
was old enough to understand what it
meant, and and and Oh! you know,
there's no accounting for women. It's
better to steer clear of them if you can."
Robin turned rather white.
"That old story!" he repeated, in a
low tone, "Is it to stick to me to the
end of time, then ? Am I never to rise
above it never to blot out the shame
and misery and degradation of it? Is
my whole life to pay the price of one
rash moment? Oh, my God!"
I felt more uncomfortable than ever.
"As far as the world goes," I said,
you have risen above it, and it is blot
ted out But this Is Monica and Mon
ica is different"
Robin was still looking at me.
"Monica is a good woman," be said.
"and I thought good women were gen
erous and pitiful and tender to to thote
who were not so good. I thought they
tried to help men and to raise them to
"There'a no accounting for women,"
I said again, lamely taking refuge in a
Aud it's quite true there is no ac
counting for women, even the best of
them. For there are women in the
world who, even while they hate sin,
can still love the sinner, and forgive
and condone everything for the sake of
their love. And there are others who
are incapable of separating the sinner
from bis sin, and who, however much
they may pity and sorrow for a man's
fall, can neither forgive nor condone
the sin by which be fell. And then
dishonor! I thought of pretty, saintly
Monica, with her narrow, nun-like
creed and her rigid moral code, aud I
knew if Robin bad been the only man
in the world he would still have stood
no chance with lur. Fity she might
have felt for him, sorrow, and perhaps
even sympathy up to a certain point;
but love, never.
"You see," I tried to explain, "Mon
ica is such a queer girl. She's had a
queer bringing up, and really the isn't
a bit like the ordinary every-day girl."
"If she had been," said Robin, softly,
"I should never have loved her."
"She's so romantic and full of fan
cies," I went on. "She lives in a world
of her own, and she's always reading
poetry. She has the strictest code of
honor I ever came across, and she meas
ures men by her own standard. She's
awfully fond of quoting poetry about
some chap in the middle ages who wore
'the white flower of a blameless life'
King Arthur, wasn't it? And then
and then oh, bang it all, what's the
good of talking?"
Robin's white face grew whiter still,
and his lips twitched with a queer
smile as he looked at me.
" 'The white flower of a blameless
life,' " he repeated, slowly. "I see, Col
onel. And does Harold Marsden wear
'the white flower of a blameless li'e?' "
I felt pu-uled; his tone sounded so
"Why, yes," I said, "as far as a man
can in these days. Anyway, he ba
kept his honor."
These last words fell from my lips
almost without my knowledge cer
tainly without my will, aud I would
have given the world to recall them as
soon as they were Itpokeu. I had not
meant to hit the boy so hard as that
I saw him wince, but a momeut later
he was smiling again.
"Don't hit a man when he's down,
Colonel," he said, "it's unsportsman
like; and, besides besides " His
voice faltered huskily, and he was si
lent I was silent, too, for I did not know
what to say. I bad never felt more em
barrassed in my life.
"What a world this is!" R biu went
on, presently. "What a just, charita
ble, sympathetic -world, overflowing
with the milk of human kindness. I
wonder if the next world will be the
same. I wouder if, even there, one's
best friends will believe the worst pos
sible without proof, and condemn one
without a hearing. I wonder I won
der" His voice faltered again.
I looked at him in amazement, and
then a sudden glimmering of the truth
unsuspected during all these years
broke in upon me.
"Robin," I cried, do you mean to tell
me that you are innocent?"
He made no answer, but only looked
at me, still with twitching lips. The
truth grew clearer to me.
"It was uot you, after all. Was it
Harold?" I asked eagerly. "Ah! I see
it all now as I ought to have seen it
years ago. Oh! Robin, Robin, why
didu't you speak out at the time? Why
did you take up the burden of a sin
that was not your own?"
Robin frowned uneasily.
"Well," hesaid, "if the sin was not
actually mine, the fault was, aud that's
much the same thing. I was bound to
stand by Harold when it was my ex
ample that led him wrong. If it hadu't
bcn for me be never would have touch
ed a card; but he followed me, as he al
ways did. One night he lost more than
he could atford to pay, and then well,
you can guess the rest In a moment
of despair he tried to cheat, and the
other fellows thought it was I, and
and well, as I said before, I was bouud
to stand by Harold."
He paused and looked at me again,
but I said nothing. What was there
that I could say ?
"It didu't seem to matter whether I
went under or not," he ad Jed, in alow,
bitter tone. "Harold had a mother who
would have been broken-hearted if she
had known the truth; but I had no
I put out my baud and grasped his.
"And I never guessed the truth till
now!" I cned. "Itohin, can you ever
forgive me for my blind aess? What a
fool I must have been what a fool!"
Robin sighed drearily.
"It doesn't matter much now," be
sa'.d, "but I used to wonder at first that
nobody guessed the truth. It seemed
so strange that everybody should take
my guilt for granted. D you remem
ber the day I came to tell you about it,
Cjlonel? I think I had some vague
idea that you would trust me, aud refuse
t J believe the story; but you took it all
for granted like the rest"
"Oh, the pity of it!" I said. "The
pity of it all!"
"It doesn't much matter now," Robin
said again, "and really I don't knor
that it mattered much at any time.
Come, Colonel, you're the only mau in
the world except Harold who knows
my secret; and you must keep it as I
hail keep it, for ever. Let Harold go
oa to the end, 'wearing the white flow
er of a blameless life; and as for me
as for me well, I'll let the old place
and go back to Australia. There's noth
ing else for it' I can't face things here."
So R;bin went forth again from the
home of his fathers, and bis place in
the Old World knew him no more.
I went down to Southampton to see
him off. The day and the scene were
in keeping with the event The cold,
gray sea, the leaden sky, the swirling
sheets of sullen rain, aud Robin's white,
tortured face as he turned away from
me all these things haunt me still.
But perhaps the sun was shining
som iwhere. London Truth.
"A word to the wise Is sufficient '
Wise people keep their blood pure with
Hood's Sarsaparilla and make sure of
In spring, which Is the busy time of
the year, every creeping, crawling,
hopping, flying, swimming, living
thing of the fields, the woods, aud the
streams, is occupied at home, teaching
its young the ways they should g; but
iu midsummer lessons may be said to
be fairly over for the season and play
time begins in earnest The long lazy
days are come, wheu the boys and
girls that care to know what other
young creatures do for amusements,
have only to saunter out of doors and
lie iit wait under the trees at the brook
siJe, or ueara clump of flowers.
If you ai very still under the trees
you wiil see that the squirrel is about
as lively a little fellow at play as you
can find. There ought to be a special
sympathy between squirrels aud boys.
The wonderful leaps from tree to tree
that the sqnirrel can muke, merely to
give a "stunt" to the playfellows with
him, are enough to till any boy soul
with respectful admiratiou.
The robin is another fun-loving ani
mal. His saucy head with the alert
bright eyes, bis fearless independence,
his energy in searching for his never
endingdinner, make one almost asham
ed to stare at him so lazily. But it is real
ly best to lounge under the trees, for if
you, too, sat or stood, wide-eyed and
alert, you would attract to yourselves
too great attention, and the animals,
instead of playing unconcernedly be
fore you, would begiu to worry over
the iutrusion of your presence.
At the- brookside on a midsummer
day you may encourage the miunows
to a game simply by tossing them bread
or cracker crumbs. Minnows often
seem to be playing at soldiers. They
will head up stream in a procession,
aud, quick as a wink, turn right about
face, aud dart down stream for a yard
or two, re-form, and as a company
make their way to the dispersing point.
which is often some thin slab of stone
that bars their passage, but which they
wisely do not rullle their tempers by
trying to get over.
Birds are not so numerous as insects
at this season of the year, for, as all
the world knows, August is the great
month for butterflies, moths, aud such
things. The dainty little bumming
bird, however, and the no less dainty
clear-winged sphinx, will disport them
selves for hours about a clump of flow
ers, a trumpet vine, or a honeysuckle.
The butterflies, you must have noticed,
are perhaps the greatest lovers of play,
and get their reputation for frivolity
from that weakuess. Our Animal
Scrofula, salt rheum, erysipelas and
other d istressing eruptive diseases yield
quickly and (lermaneiitly to the cleau-
siug, purifying power of Burdock Blood
For sore throat try a compress of cold
For bilious colic try soda and ginger
in hot water.
For sick headache rub peppermint
oil on the temples.
Tincture of arnica is the best applica
tion for tprains or bruises.
A hop bag wrung from hot vinegar
is a quick relief for earache.
For nervous headache bathe the back
of the neck with hot water.
For a cold in the bead try suulliug
powdered borax up the nostrils.
Limewater and sweet oil applied im
mediately will take the pain from a
Snuffing tannin is one of the best
remedies for a serious case of bleeding
at the nose.
If an artery is cut tie a small cord or
handkerchief tightly between it and
For leg ache and the "growing pains"
of which children complain wrsp the
leg in salt water aud then in fiaunel.
To cure ivy poisoning when sugar of
lead can not le obtained apply wood
ash lye, then wash off with warm
water and rub with vaseline.
For neuralgia try wet cloths of alco
hol aud water, or paregoric, or lauda
num and water, laid on a hot-water
bottle, and the part steamed over it.
An excellent remedy that the Ger
mans use for curing a cold is the yolk
of an egg beaten in a pint of water, a
little butter, three lumps of .ugar and
a tablespoonful of whisky. When it
begins to boil pour it back aud forth
from one saucepan to another until
smooth aud frothy; allow it to cool,
then take a teaspoonful ever half hour.
Mrs. Michael Curtain, Plainfield, 111.,
makes the statement, that she caught
cold, which settled on her lungs; she
was treated for a month by her family
physician, but grew worse. He bld
her she was a hopeless victim of con
sumption and that no medicine could
cure her. Her druggist suggested Dr.
King's New Discovery for Consump
tion; she bought a bottle and to her de
light found herself benefitted from first
dose. She continued its use and after
taking six bottles, found herself sound
and well; now does her own house
work, and is as well as she ever was.
Free trial bottles of this Great Discov
ery at J. N. Suyder's Drug Store,
Somerset, Pa., and at O. W. Bral
lier's Drug Store, Berlin, Pa.; large
bottles 50 cents and $1 00.
Hot Milk an Excellent Stimulant.
When overcome by bodily fatigue or
exhausted by brain labor, no stimulant,
so culled, serves so well the purpose of
refreshment and rest, both bodily and
mentally, as milk. When heated as
hot at one can readily take it it may
be sipped slowly from a tumbler, and
as it is easily digested one feels very
soon its beneficial effects. Few per
sons realize the stimulating qualities of
this simple beverage. September
Ladies' Home Journal.
Dr. Wheeler gives bis great discor
ery for sick nerves Wheeler's Nerve
Vitalizer, to nerve suffering humanity.
Do not be discouraged if others failed
to cure you, try Wheeler's and be cured.
For sale at Uarman's Drug Store, Ber
lin, Pa., and Mountain A Boa's Drug
Store, Confluence, Pa.
A Ee mar "table Family.
The lad was only about four feet
high, but be bad a coonskln cap and a
pair of rawhide boots which looked as
if they had been made to ordtr for a
giant The man who was touring
through that neighborhood, on govern
ment business bent, stopped bis hor.ie
at the log house to make some inquiries
as to the roads. He introduced the
conversation with the patronizing in
quiry: "What is your name, my little nma?"
.The ly looked up at him with
stern gravity and answered:
"Why how long have you lieen a
"About fourteen years."
"Are you the head of the family ?"
"No. 1 reckon you'd call General
Has kins the bead of the family. He
keeps store down In th gap. Though
Baron he's the brother between Gen
eral and me helps a lot He's mighty
good to maw, Baron is."
"Are there any mora distinguished
people in your family ?" said the aston
"Well, I dunno as they're so 'nation
distinguished. But there's Admiral
aud Perfeasor Hawkius iu the house
"They they are spending a little
time at home are they ?"
'Yep, they've got to. Tiiey ain't
big enough to go to work yet Admi
ral's only four years old aud Perfes is
just cuttin' bis teeth.'1
"What's your father's name?"
"Paw !" His name's Jim. You see,
he 'lowed he wasn't goin' to let his
boys go through life without the ad
vantages he'd been deprived of his-ielf.
But at the same time he w'an't goiu'
to give up no money to the colleges.
So be took time by the forelock, and
give us our names wheu we was bap
tized, which I reckon is about as bind
iu's and lawful as auything you could
fix up. Paw's about the most pru
dentest man iu the whole country,
Story of a Slave.
To be bound band and foot for years
by the chains of disease is the worst
form of slavery. George D. Williams,
of Manchester, Mich., tells how such
a slave was made free. He says: "My
wife has been so helpless for five years
that she could uot turn over In bed
alone. After using two bottles of Elec
tric Bitters, she is wonderfully improv
ed aud able to do her own work." This
supreme remedy for female diseases
quickly cures nervousness, sleepless
ness, melancholy, headache, backache,
fainting and dizzy spells. This miracle-working
inedicine is a godsend to
weak, sickly, ruu dowu people. Every
bottle guaranteed. Only V) cents. Sold
at J. N. Snyder's Drug Store, Somerset,
Pa., and G. W. Brallier's-Drug Store,
A Snake In Her Tea Settle.
Mrs. William Schowengerdt, who
lives near Independence, took a tea
kettle to the cistern aud pumped it full
of water. Without looking into the
kettle she closed the lid, carried it to
the kitchen aud set it on the stove.
Then, as she was a little late with her
evening meal, she poked the fire up a
bit and put on some light kindling.
in a moment Mrs. Schowengerdt
beard such a splashing of the water in
the kettle that she turned around from
her work at a table across the room and
looked at it She at first thought the
cat had fallen into a pan of water near
the stove. While she was looking a
snake stuck its head out of the spout of
the kettle. The spout was too narrow
to admit the rest of its body, and as the
water was fast becoming heated, the
snake was frantic with pain, and made
desperate efforts to get out
With a scream Mrs. Schowengerdt
ran to the stove and seized the kettle,
running out into the yard with it There
she poured out the snake and the water
through the opened lid, and the snake
writhed slowly away.
Whether the reptile had got into the
kettle between the meals or whether
she pumped it in when she went to the
cistern, Mrs. Showengerdt does not
know, but she inclines to the latter lie
lief. Kansas City Journal,
Bismarck'! Iron Nerve
Was the result of his splendid health.
Indomitable will and tremeudous en
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Liver, Kidneys and Bowels are out of
order. If you want these qualities
and the success they bring, use Dr.
King's New Life Pills. They develop
every power of brain and body. Only
23c at J. N. Snyder's Drug Store, Som
erset, Pa., and at G. W. Brallier's
Drug Store, Berlin, Pa.
A Very Bad Habit
"It makes me shudder to see a worn
an bite thread or silk with her teeth,"
said a Chicago woman, "and nine
women out of ten take that way of
snipping off ends when they sew. The
dentists have come to recognize teeth
which have been put to such use, and
have christened them 'thread teeth.'
The biting of thread is one of the worst
abuses to which a tooth can be subject
ed. Just why the habit is formed would j
be hard to say, because every work-has-
ket worth the name contains a pair of
scissors, and only the merest fraction of
time is lost in using them. What would
matter the loss of whole minutes when
the welfare of things which can never
be replaced is concerned?
"The persistent biting is literally saw
ing the enamel off the teeth, and noth
ing can take its place, yet I venture to
say that every one of the thread-biting
women would stoutly maintain that
she takes the best care of her teeth and
can not understand why she is forced
to pay" frequent visits to her dentist
He will not tell her what is the matter,
because he has undoubtedly grown
weary of giving good advice which no
body follows. He will repair the dam
age as far as his skill goes and pocket
his fee like a sensible man. Never,
never expect in this world to get an
atom of sympathy for the results of
your own foolishness, for it will not be
WHOLE NO. 2508.
Drinking in Hot Weather.
By drinking in hot weather we do
not mean the taking of beer, wine or
stronger liquor, for there is nothing to
discuss in such a question. There is
no one competent to ipeak on this sub
ject, even though he may indulge mod
erately himself, who does not admit
that the human system is better with
out alcoholic drinks in hot weather. Iut
iuU;tueraiice does not consist alone in
indulgence in intpxicatiug leverages;
many a man has died of intemperance
in eating and drinking who nevtr al
lowed so mucti as a glass of cider to
pass bis lips.
The most dangerous of all drinks iu
hot weather is ii-e water, for being
without cost and without taste, it is
often taken in enormous quanities,
whereas if it cost money, seldom more
than a single glass would be taken at a
Like many other things ice water Is
in itself a blessing, and only as an
abused gift becomes a curse. When
one is overheated, ice water taken sip-
wise is refreshing and cooling, but
when swallowed in great draughts it is
a deadly thing. Every summer we
read in the papers of men that died
suddenly from this very cause, and
then forgot the warning as soon as we
are hot aud thirsty.
If the temptation to take a long drink
can not be'resisted, the water should
not be cold. Eveu cool spring water is
dangerous, so indulged iu. The proper
way is to rinse the mouth and gargle
the throat first with cold water, then
take two swallows not gulps aud so
on, alternately gargling and driukicg.
The first time this plan is tried, you
will be astonished to find bow little
cold water is neled to quench thirst
and refresh the heated body.
It must not be understood, however,
that the drinking of water in hot
weather is injurious. Ou the contrary,
large quantities should be taken, two
quarts or more a day, but it should be
taken a little at a time, aud not too
cold. The.bodyjis constantly throwing
otf water in the form of perspiration,
aud water must lie'supplied to replace
We have spoken only of water because
this is the basis of all cooling drinks,
aud because we can not drink quarts of
lemonade or of any other sweetened
aud flavored beverage without causing
the stomach to rebel, but wheu taken
in moderation, sod water, ginger ale,
and the like are harmless. Youth's
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cure on earth. Drives out Pains and
Aches. Oaly 2 cents a box. Cure
guaranteed. Sold at J. N. Snyder's
Drug Store, Somerset, Pa., aud at
G. W. Brallier's Drug Store, Berlin,
A Rjmirkibl3 Feat.
"One cf the most remarkable feats of
strength I ever saw iu my life is per
formed every day by an old beggs r on
Barrone street," said one of a group of
clubmen engaged in discussing ath
letics. "It is nothing to look at," he contin
ued, "and you will smile when I des
cribe it, but I am willing to bet that
there is nobody in the crowd that can
otue anywhere near duplicating the
performance. The beggar to whom I
refer stands in almost exactly the same
position all day long bis feet a little
apart, his shoulders stooped, his chin
on his breast and bis right arm extend
ed, holding a cup. Of course, I don't
pretend to assert that he holds out the
cup continuously without rest or inter
mission during his entire stay, but on
several occasions I have timed him, aud
can state positively that he has kept
his arm extended with hardly a quiver
for over twenty minutes at a stretch. A
pewon who knew nothing of athletics
would suppose that was easy, but it
isn't by a jugful, as some of you chaps
are doubtless aware, I remember bear
iag a very powerful fellow in the bill
iard room of the St Charles boast of
the length of time he could hold a
dumbbell at arm's length, and some
body present remarked quietly that be
would bet a basket of champagne be
co'uldn't bold out a visiting card stead
ily for a quarter of an boor by the
watch. The big man jumped at Uie
wager, and for a few minutes his arm
was as straight and rigid as a bar of
iron. Then it began to quiver slightly,
and presently the arteries were stand
ing out like cords and the sweat was
streaming down his face like raiu. He
gave up in the eleventh minute.
"There Is undoubtedly more or less
of a trick in the thing, and I suppose
the old beggar holds his pose through
loug force of habit, but nevertheless
it's a remarkable feat" New Orleans
i , 1:1.. l . . ... : . ,.-, if ,,,tA
a bottle of Dr. Thomas Eelectric Oil
1U VUG Hie llUU.W. 1UUIUI IClll IU
cases of burns, cuts, sprains, accidents
of any sort
Live poultry commands a high price
and a ready sale in the Hawaiian Is
lands, and Missouri figures largely in
supplying the demand. The Kansas
City Journal notes that E. C. Lightner,
of Trenton, (Mo.,) is to begin at once
the forwarding of a shipment of 200,
000 live chickens to Honolulu. Forty
standard poultry ears will be required
for their transportation to San Fran
cisco, and 4000 pounds of feed will be
taken along in each car.
General Boulanger's famous black
horse Tunis has met an ignominious
death. After the flight of Boulanger
the animal passed from hand to hand,
and finally descended to the inglorious
service of drawing a cab through the
streets of Paris. This proved too much
for Tunis, and he was sold to Armand
Delogue, a well-known dealer in horse
flesh, by whom he was duly slaughter
ed, cut up and sold for stewing pur
pose in the market place of St Anne.
Millions Without Owners.
"The records of the Treasury are full
of romances," said a treasury otiV UI.
"Take that bureau cal'ed the division
of abandoned laud aud property, for
example. It U in itself one great ro-
uiiuco. Why, there is $13,Gu0,&)0 in
iU keeping belonging to people ia the
Soulh alone. You see. durinir and at
the clone of the Civil War valuable
property of all sorts fell into the hands
of army ortk-ers, and was turned into
the treasury. Fiually the amount be
came so great that when William E.
Chandler became aoouaut secretary he
created a division to have charge of the
entire matter. More thau $12,l,n),0tJ
charged to that division is the proceeds
of cotton taken from plantations and
towns of the South and sold," relates
the Philadelphia Record.
"I kuow iu one case in which $2,000,
OuO worth of cottou was taken from
far south plantation when the staple
was worth $XJ a bale and sold. The
people to w hoiu it belonged were not
rebels at all, but were always loyal to
the l'n ion. They haven't any idea
where their cottou weut to. Their
names wereou the bales aud it wouldn't
b- dillicult for them to make their caxt
if they ouly knew what to do. It is
nearly thirty-seven years since the
money was deposited there. I don't
know whether any of the owners are
alive or not, and if they are it is hard
ly probable that they will ever get back
what is really their own. All the testi
mony in the case is iu the possession
of the Government, and it never lets
go anything it gets its hands on. The
agent who took this cotton is dead long
ago, as is the man who sold it So you
see the owners could not prove their
case by either of them,
"There'are other instances similar to
this. Ia Hh! we received from a gov
ernment agent more thau $l!J0,uu,
which was the proceeds of cotton taken
from a foreigner supposed to be a bloc k
ade runner in one of the larger cotton
cities of the South. When Secretary
McCulloch heard of this he said.
"This money is only held in trust by
the Government Some day we shall
ba obliged to account for it, for the
United States has really no right to
keep it! But from that time until now
no demand has ever U-en made on us
for it, and there it lies. I doubt if the
owner ever knew just where it did
Moll Pitcher's Home Gone.
The last vestige of the Pitcher house,
in which lived the famous Moll Pitch
er, the J"Pythoness of Lynn," has dis
appeared, says the ISoston Transcript
The old building has been demolished,
and the material, brick, stone, etc.,
used iu the construction of new build
ing which arc lieiug erected in the
viciuity of the site. According to re
searches made by the Essex Antiqua
rian SiH-iety an injustice has lieen done
to the memory of Moll Pitcher by ac
counts which describe her as a witch.
decrepit, malevolent and possessed of
ail the wicked traits commonly ascrib
ed of dealings with unseen powers.
On the contrary, all information secur
ed iu regard to her goes to prove her
a woman of more than ordinary intel
ligence, charitable to the poor, a de
voted wife and mother and a kind
neighbor, as well as being credited
with marvelous powers of predicting
future events. Her proper name was
Mary Pitcher, although she was fa
miliarly known as "M ll" Pitcher.
It appears that isolated cases of suc
cssiul predictions in early woman
hood gradually built up ber reputation
as a fortune-teller, aud she became
known widely as a prophetess. She
died April 1:J, l.-ill, aged 7, and was
buried iu the old cemetery near the
western end of Lynn Common. Her
grave was unmarked until 1S.S7, when
Isaac O. Guild and John T. Moultou,
to distinguish the spot, erected a neat
A Story of Inhuman Torture.
The Berlin correspondent of the
London Daily News sends an account
of a case of inhuman torture stated to
have taken place in a Belgian iron
works in the Caucasus. A sum of
money having disappeared from the
safe, suspicion fell on a number of boys
engaged at the works, and the direct
ors, not considering it necessary to in
form the police, had the lads Imprison
ed for three days, keeping them entire
ly without food, to make them confess.
No confession being obtained, they
were stripped and beaten with sticks,
after which their eyelids were raised,
and holes pricked through them with
needles. The screaming victims were
theu dashed against the wall, and, as
they fell, again beaten with sticks
about the chest aud stomach till they
became insensible. Their tormentors
soused them with cold water till they
regained consciousness, and then began
their devilish work again. This time
they proceeded to extract some of their
teeth, and, as this was all of no avail,
to squeeze larxe stones into their
mouths, binding the lower jaw fast
with a piece of leather, and then ham
mering their foreheads with the butt
end of a revolver. Finally the boys in
thoir agony loot all mastery over them
selves, and acknowledged having stolen
the money. The police have now
taken the matter up.
Can the Will Prolong Life.
In some people the power of the mind
over the body is amazing. It is so
great in certain cases as to conquer
pain, enabling a man to work while
suffering from an illness that would
send most of us groaning to our beds.
Indwed, it seems to be capable of pro
longing life, so that some persons can
to a limited extent-live or die as seems
Usually the will keeps death at bay
for only a short time, till some definite
object is achieved. The writer knew a
captain in the mercantile marine who
was takeu ill while on the voyage home
from Bueuos Ay res. As he grew wors
be became more horrified at the thought
of being buried at sex At bis com
mand, every stitch of canvas was
crowded on the vessel, while every
day he inquired anxiously for the re
sult of the midday observation. Event
ually this was such as to show that the
ship was within three days' sail of
England, says London Answers.
"I'm content to go now,' he said,
and in less than an hour he was still
In another case a consumptive was
very anxious to see a friend before he
died. Tbis man bad tomakeajtur
ney from a remote part of Ireland, and
consequently it took him some time to
reach the deathbed. When at last he
did so, the moribund sufferer made a
"I'm so glad you've come," said he.
"If you'd been here, I would have died
yesterday. I shall soon go now."
Tbis prediction proved to be accurate,
for he lived only a few hours longer.