S RaLC of Advertising. Onf Square (I inch, ,0110 Insertion - $! One Square " ono month - - 3 (' OneH'juare " three months - tl (,' OnoNquaro " ono your - - 10 00 Two Squares, on yeni - - b" Po Quarter Col. - - - :t CO Hal " " - - " CO One " " - - - - 100 CO Legal notices at established rates. taurriRge and death notices, gratia. All bill for yearly advertisements col lected quarterly. Temporary advertis? ments must be paid for in advance. Job work. Cash on leiivery. tfhe Rarest $t)vMmu J I 'tniunniii KVKUV Wi;iNi:-'i)y, ht or. X3. "W7"3zi3rs: OITIOE IN ROBINSON A BONNER'S BUJt.OIlfO ELM STREET, TI0NF..3TA, ?A. ' TEU2I8, 1.50 YEAR. No Niil)sci-lpMou received for ft shorter purlod than throe months. Correspondence nolicltnd lrom nit parts or I ho country. No notice will bo tnkru o auouymous communications. VOL. XIV. NO. 23. TIONESTA, PA., AUG. 31, 1881. $1.50 Per Annum. ml) A Sermon In Rhyme, .. If you havo a friond worth loving, . -""' Love him. Yen, and let him know That you lovo him, ero life's evening Tinge his brow with sunset glow. Why should good words ne'er be said Of a friend till he in dead ? . If yon hoar a song that thrills you, Bung by any child of Bong, TraiHO it. Do not lot tho singer Wait deserved praise long, Why should one who thrills your heart, Lack the Joy you niny impart ? If yon hexr a prayer that movos you By its humble, pleading tone, Join it. Do not lot tho sookor Bow before his God alono. Why should not your brother share The strength of "two or tlireo" in prayer? If a Bilvory laugh goes rippling Through the sunshine on his face, Share it. 'Tin tho wine man's saying For both grief and Joy a place. There's hoalth and goodness in tho mirth In which an honost laugh has birth. Scatter thus your seeds of kindness, All enriching as you go Leave them. Trust the harvest Giver, Ht will make each sood to grow. Bo, until its happy end, Your lifo shall tiovor lack a friond. "AN OLD NUISANCE." Mind, I quote those three words. They are none of mine. Only, thinking over three or four equally appropriate titles, I chose the one I use as being the oddest, and I always had a fancy for odd things. And now for my story. On what my aunt (by marriage) and her family founded their claims to a) is tocraey I never could discover. My uncle liad been a merchant, it is true, and one of considerable prominence in his day, I had been told, and so had been his fathor before him, and his father's father before that. That his business in his most prosperous time was intimately connected with China is impressed upon my mind (I became tin inmate of his house when I was about six years of age, in consequence of the death of both my parents within a week of each other, leaving me with no moat: a of snpport, and no other relative) by the fact that every first of June fuw bright new mattings laid on our Hours, to remain there until cold weather cmue again, and Hint onr mantels and v huf, nots were decorated with many pretty, dainty little porcelain cups, thin as egg shell rarities in those days, but iu these plenty and eheup enough. Now, according to all I have learned on the snbjoct, real Simon Pure aristo crats look down upon trade even on the grandest scale, and never have unj thing ' to do with it further than once in a while marrying one of its sons or daughters ' who nave come into possession of mil lions enough to offset the honor. . Ilowever, our family (I venture to in clude myself, none of my cousins being within hearing) assumed all the airs of the " blue bloods" of tho old country. Eleanor, our second, wore a look of deep indignation for several days after a manly, clever, good-looking fellow, the brother of ono of hor old school mates, with a considerable income, but who was junior partner of a firm keep ing a retail store on Sixth avenue, pro posed for her hand. " The presumption of the man !" she exclaimed, raising her arched eyebrows in astonishment, and curling her full red upper lip in scorn; "to imagine for a moment that because I honored him With my company to the opera two or three times, I would marry him I If his business had been wholesale, it would have been bad enough; but fancy a per son who sells pins and needles by the paper and lace by the yard ! Never ! I would die first." Minerva, our fourth, was equally horror-stricken at the effrontery of a young bookkeeper whom her brother Lau rence had introduced into the family circle a rare thing for one of her brothers to do, for, like all other men, as far as my limited experience goes, they scarcely ever thought their companions to be good enough to bd the compan ions of their sisters when he ventured to express his admiration for her. The young man soon after succeeded to a very handsome property, and became a great swell " a perfect too-too," as I believe the fashionable way of express ing it now is a kind of being after Mi nerva's own heart; but she was never invited to ride behind his fast horses, and what was much worse, never again asked to take the head of his table. And in like manner the graceful and enthusiastic professor of music, the stout, good-natured proprietor of the extensive iron-works ("wholesale and retail") on the next block, the young artist, who has since risen to wealth and fame, and Sundry others, all falling short of the aristocratic standard set up by our family.were snubbed by my lady cousins, aided" by their brothers, and not wholly unassisted by their mother. I never had had, at the time this story commences, being then in my eighteenth year.a chance tosnubauy ono; for, lacking the personal attractions of my relatives, as well as their "high-toned" natures truth to tell, having decidedly democratic ten denciesI was kept in the background on all occasions. Let it be remarked in passing that Eleanor eventually married, wlien rather an old girl, a widower, in the milk business very wholesale, however the father of four rliildrcu. At tho same time Minerva, a few years younger, deigned to become the wife of an elderly bachelor, something or other in a shoe manufactory. But they held their heads ashigh as ever, and declared they had sacrificed themselves for the family, uncle having failed for the second time through no fault of his own, dear old man a few months before the double wedding. That .their "sacrifice" was for the good of the family I don't deny; but there still were left at home to be taken Care of after their departure three old maids, a young one, and two helpless young men, who, having been brought up to do nothing, did it to perfection. After the failure uncle got a situation as superintendent of one of tho many departments in the large establishment of the gentleman who sold " pins and needles by the paper and lace by the vard" (he was now head of the firm, and had a pretty, lady-like wife and two pretty children), and we dismissed one of our servants and moved into a much smaller hous,- But in spite of all our efforts at econ omy our income proved vastly inade quate to our expenses, and this was the cause of so much bewailing and bemoan ing that our house seemed to be bereft of all gladness and sunshine. And one evening after Ethel, our youngest daughter, had burst into tears because aunt had declared it would bo impossible to have ice cream, meringues, jellies and similar dainties every day for des sert, for the two sufficient reasons that we couldn't afford them and our present cook couldn't make them, I ventured to suggest to the weeping damsel that if she found lifo positively unbearable without the above-named luxuries (all tho Egberts, by-the-byo, were extrava gantly fond of pood tilings to eat), Ehe might knit and crochet some cf tho worsted articles she was in the habit of making so artistically for herself and sell them to " Mr. Lee, uncle's em ployer, I was about to say, when I was interrupted by a shrill shriek. "Work for a store I" she cried. " I'd starve first." "You wretched girl I" added my aunt. IIow dare you even think of such a thing? Ethel, my darling, calm your self." It is not enough that strangeis should presume upon our poverty," joined iu Cleanthp, also frowning upon rne, "but one bound to us by ties of blood, though it must be confessed more alien than many a stranger would be, must advance ideas that shock and wound us. Imagine" turning to her brother Roland, who lay on the only lounge in the room, complacently re garding himself in the mirror on the opposite wall" that impertinent Mrs. bradshaw coming here this morning with the air of doing a kindness, too, to offer me a position in her academy !" " Great heavens I" exclaimed Roland, springing to his feet and the cause must be a mighty one that brings Po land to his feet. "One of my sisters a teacher I Great heavens !" and he went stamping about the room in the new suit of clothes aunt had just paid for by parting with her handsome pearl ring. " Whatever is done, we can do noth ing," sobbed Ethel. " Of course not," replied Roland, grandly; "the women of our family never work." 1 thought to myself, " Nor the men neither, except poor old uncle, who is fagging at a desk from morning until night." " But our income must be increased, said Ale'hea, looking up from her novel and joining in the conversation for the first time. Aletiioa was our eldest, and still wore her hair in the fashion of her youth, a loose curl dangling over each cheek-bone, being fully persuaded that no other fashion was half so graceful or becoming. "Discharge the chambermaid, pro posed Ethel, "and let Dorothea" (I am. Dorothea) " do her work. It is about all she is fit for. She never had a bit of fine feeling or style about her." "No, she never had; she always would bite her bread," sighed my aunt, "and she has seemed sadly out of place among my children. She comes of a working race, and her ideas and tastes all smack of trade trade trade." discovered in after years that my aunt's grandmother on the maternal side made a fortune out of tobacco. " But discharging the chambermaid won't help very much," said Alethea. " It will not," agreed Roland, " What is saved thereby will no more than find me in the little extras no society man can do without." "Dear! dear!" aunt took up the burden again, "could I have forseen that your father would have come down in this way I never would have married him. I really don't know what is to be done, unless we emigrate to some coun try place where we are unknown and where it don't matter how we live." "The country V" screamed the chil dren in chorus. " Better death at once." I cant imagine where I got the cour age to do so after my late sharp rebufls, but at this moment 1 blurted out some thinfir that had been in my mind for several weeks : " Why could not Ale thea and Ethel room together, and Ale thea'8 room, which is the pleasantest in the house, be let to a lodger? one who would" But here I paused abruptly. Alethea had fainted in the arms of my aunt, who, glancing at me ovt r the top of her eldest daughter's head, commanded me in her deepest tone (;.i;nt has rather a bass voice) to "leave the room in stantly." But in a short time, during which thiust had bi'cu pelting worse and worse, and we had betu reduced to rice puddings for dessert on week days and apple tarts on Snndays, I was allowed to prepare an advertisement for the morning's paper, in which was offered to "an elderly gentleman, who must have excellent references, a fine room in the house of a lady of refinement, who had never before taken a lodger, for the privilege of occupying which he would be expected to pay a liberal equivalent." I disapproved highly of the wording of this call for help, but my aunt and cousins insisted upon its being couched in these very terms, and so I was c m pelled to yield, inwardly convinced that it would bring no reply. But it did. The very afternoon of tho morning it appeared, a carriage with a trunk strapped on behind drove up to our door. An old gentleman got out, hobbled up our steps and rang our door-bell. " You must see him, Dorothea," said my aunt, leaving the parlor, followed by a train of her children. " It is your affair altogether. I will have nothing to do with it." " We none of us will havo anything to do with it," chimed in my cousins. " We were not born with the souls of lodging house keepers ;" and away they sailed as I opened the door to the second a little louder than the first ring ot the caller. He was a short, slightly-formed old gentleman, with bice, bright black eyes, bushy white eyebrows, and a long white mustache and beard. " You have a room to let ?" he asked. " I have," I answered, ushering him into tho parlor, where he glanced keenly around, and then as keenly into my lace, while he announced in a decisive tone: " I have come to take it. My luggage is at the door. Be so kind as to tell me where to direct the man to carry it." But I began, in a hesitating way, utterly confused by the stranger's brusque, not to say high-handed man ner. " But me no buts,' " quoted the old gentleman. "1 am Amos Griffin, lately from England, where I have been living for the past twenty years. Since I landed in New York, a month ago to day, I have been boarding at the St. Nicholas. But where's your mother ?" I hastened to assure him that I was empowered to negotiate with him. "Ah. indeed I Well, then, 1 U go on, though it strikes me that you'are rather young for the business. You ' have never taken a lodger before. 1 am glad or it, for reasons which is not necessary to explain. You want a 'liberal equiva lent for your fine room; I am prepared to give it. That leaves only one thing to be arranged. I should like my break fast at eight precisely -every morning. "But we did not propose to give breakfast." I know you didn't; but I'll give you another liberal equivalent for it. Yon cau't be very well off, or you wouldn't take a lodger; and tho more liberal equivalents you can get from him tho better. Will you be kind enough to show me to my room?" "les, sir, I replied, meekly, com pletely succumbing to the big black eyes and strong will-power of the frail looking old man, and totally forgetting to ask for the " reference " insisted upon in tho advertisement. Whereupon he stepped to the front door, and beckoned to tho man outside, who, taking tue trunk upon his back, followed him, as he followed mo, to tho second story front room. " Ah," said our lodger, as he entered it, "this is not bad not at all bad." And it wasn't. As I have said before, it was the pleasantest room in the house, and I had arranged it as prettily as I could with the means at my com niand. Fortunately these included a number of nice engravings and vases, and a capacious bamboo chair with a crimson cushion, and foot-stool of like color. And the fragrance of the honey suckles that stole in at the window from the balcony, and the two or three sun beams that had found their way through the half-closed blinds, and danced in triumph on the wall, and the half-dozen gayly bound books (mine) on the mantel, and the ivy growing from a reil pot on the bracket in one corner, all combined to mako the room a pleasant place m- deed. Mr. Griffin had been our lodger ex actly two years, during which I had prepared and superintended the serving of his breakfusts, and taken entire charge of his room, " as well as though I had been brought up to that sort of thing," as my cousin Cleanthe remarked, and the rest of the famuy, with tho ex ception of uncle, who became quite friendly with him, had only met him some dozen times at which times they assumed their most dignified dignity when he was taken sick. "It's an old complaint, which will carry me off some time," Baid he to me; " but 1 hope not this time. Anynow, Little Honesty " (a name be had given me from the first I hope I deserved it), "live or die, I intend to remain here. Nowhere else could 1 be as comfortable. You must engage an extra servant, and you and she together must nurse me, I should certainly die of a professional, By-the-bye, who is your family physi cian ?" I told him. " If I am not better send for him to morrow. L am going out- now oniy a few steps," meeting my look of surprise, " I want to see my lawyer, and I shan't take to my bed for several days yet, That afternoon, taking care not to re peat the old gentleman s exact wonts, but putting his remarks iu tho form of a request to be allowed to remain, stated the case to the family. "Going to bu '1 V" exclaimed AhHbta. "Dear me I how disagreeable I" " I'm sure I don't want him to stay: he might die here," said my aunt, who had the utmost horror of death. " He's an old nuisance, anyhow," pro claimed Ethel, " and always has been, and I blush that any relative of mine should have degraded herself so far as to become his servant-maid." llere I will mention that my cousin Roland, a montU or so before this, had married a young lady with a large for tune, and out of this fortune ho gener ously proposed to make the family a liberal yearly allowance, besides which came many gifts from the married sis ters, whose husbands had prospered, and thereupon been obliged by their wives to share their prosperity with us, that we might live at least, as Minerva expressed it, " with elegant economy." And so we were not entirely dependent upon our lodger for desserts and sev eral other things. But to go back. " He is not an old nuisance," said I, indignantly. " lie is a kind-hearted old man, and I'm very fond of him." " Good gracious I" "Yes, Miss Ethel," I went on, "I am very fond of him. And if my aunt will allow me I am sure my uncle will I will take all the extra care resulting from his sickness upon myself, and no one else shall be annoyed in the least. After living beneath our roof for two years and contributing so boun tifully to our comforts you needn't glare at me, Cleanthe; he has, for I am quite certain no one else would have paid us so liberally it would be the basest ingratitude, not to say cruelty, to send him among Btrangers now that he most needs care and kindness." "Are you quite through, Miss Rey nolds?" asked my aunt, sarcastically. " I had no idea you were so eloquent, never having heard you preach before. But of one thing I am determined: you shall not call in our doctor to your patient. He is a perfect aristocrat, and has no idea we keep a lodger, and I do not wish him to know it." " There's a young saw-bones a few doors below," drawled my youngest gentleman cousin, who resented my waiting upon any one but himself ; " he'll dj for your fine old nuisance." That very evening Mr. Griffin had a bad turn, and I sent for the "young saw-bones a few doors below " in great haste, lie proved to be a Dr. Rice, a frank-looking, brown-haired, gray-eyed, broad-browed young man, with gentle voice and quick, light step. And the old gentleman, taking a great fancy to him. decided on retaining him a deci sion tnat relieved me greatly, oearing in mind as I did my aunt's embargo in regard to our family physician. And from that time for three months, although very seldom confined to his bed, our lodger never had a well day. At the end of the three months, how ever, he began to mend slowly, and nt the end of two more was on his fe.t again. And then lie told me be bad made up his mind to return to England "I am sorry, very sorry, to part with you." I replied. "But it is right that you should go." "Well said, Little Honesty. And now let's begin to pack," said he. Dr. Rice and I went with the old gentleman to the steamer that was to carry him away, and waved a last fare well to him in the midst of a crowd also waving last farewells from the pier, as the vessel slowly moved out into the stream; and then we retnrned to our respective homes to read the letters he had placed in our respective hands with his final good-bye. Mine I read in the privacy of my own room at first; and when I had partly re covered from my astonishment and delight I flew downstairs, called the family together, and read it to them. It was as follows: " Dear little Honesty Had I died which I didn't, thanks unto God to you and Dr. Rice I should have left each of my dear young friends ten thousand dollars in my will. But having lived, I am going to do a much pleasanter thing I am going to give them tho ten thousand at once. My lawyer will see you both to-morrow. " Amos Griffin. "P. S. I have also left a slight bequest to Mi ss Ethel Egbert. She w il find it on the lower shelf of the closet in the room I occupied when I was hor cousin Dorothea s lodger. Ethel for once forgot her graceful, gliding step. She started hastily for the stairs, but her youngest brother was before her, and she was fain to turn back again as ho slid down the baluster, and landed in our midst with something in his arms. It was a largo framed photograph of Amos Grilun, with a card attached bear ing these words, "An excellent picture of An Old Nuisance. " I married Dr. Rico. Harper's Weekly. A New Siccllle. Bromide of sodium is Dr. Beard's specific for 6ea-sickness, and the flatter ing encomiums he bestows upon it will make the drug singularly attractive to others than those about to engage iu a wrestle with Father Neptune. When he declares that if thirty to sixty grains are taken three times a day for three days they produce an unconquerable drowsiness and iniperviousness to out side influences, he furnishes a prescrip tion of which many a harassed and anxious debtor will promptly avail himself. When he has a note coming duo which he cannot pay, or expects a dun, he will promptly dose himself with bromide of sodium and drowsily submit to the inevitable. Detroit Fret 1'ress, Weighing a Hog. A dog-fight sends the pulse of a vil lage up to 130, and a foot-race or a knock-down will almost restore gray hairs to their natural color; but for real excitement let a man como along in front of the tavern about sundown driving a hog. " nay, where you going ?" "Going to sell this hog." " Hold on a minute ! What does he weigh V" "Oh! about 225." " You're off; he won't go over 200." Every chair is vacated on the instant. Every eye is fastened on the hog rooting in the gutter, and every man flatters himself that he can guess within a pound of the porker's weight. " That hog will pull down iist exactly 195 pounds," says the blacksmith, after a long squint. " He won't go an ounce over 185," adds the cooper. " I've got a $2 bill that says that hog will kick at 210," says the hardware man. "You must be wild," growls the grocer. " 1 can t see over iou pounus oi meat there." Twenty men take a walk around the porker, and squint and shake their heads and look wise, ana tne owner finally says: "If he don't go over 220 I Bhall feel that I am no guesser." "Over 220? If that hog weighs 200 pounds I'll treat this crowd !" exclaims the owner of the 'bus line. " I dunno 'bout that," muses the 'squire, who is on his way to the grocery after butter. " Some hogs weigh more and some less. What breed is this hog?" " Berkshire." "Well, I've seen some o them Berk sheers that weighed like a load o sand, and then agin I've seen 'em where they were all skin and bone. Has anybody guessed that this hog will weigh COO ?" "No." " Well, that's a leetle steep, but I've kinder sot my idea on 250." By this time tho crowd has . increased to a hundred and the excitement is in tense. The 'squire lays half a dollar on 250, and the owner of the hog rakes in several bets on "between 220 and 225." The porker is driven to the hay scales, and the silence is almost painful as the weighing takes place. " Two hundred and twenty-three 1" calls the weigher. Growls and lamentations smite the evening air, and stakeholders pass over the wagers to the lucky guessers, chief of whom is the owner of the hog. ' ' Well, I'm clear beat out," says the 'squire. "I felt dead 6ure he would weigh over 300." " Oh, I knew you were all way off," explains the guileless owner. " When we weighed him here at noon he tipped at exactly 223, and I knew he couldn't have picked up or lost over a pound I" Detroit Free Press. The Only Jewish Daily In the World. While in pursuit of information one afternoon recently, a Tribune reporter stumbled into a strange-looking apart ment on the second floor of an old house on East Broadway, which bore only the remotest resemblance to the place ho was looking for. He had just time to take in at a quick glance the surroundings of the room before the occupants appeared. By the windows the eye first caught sight of a table covered with papers and chairs placed near. Venturing further, encouraged by these signs, a bed and other house hold belongings were seen. Thinking he hail intruded the reporter turned to go out, when he saw through the thin curtains that divided tho rear of the largo room a number of frames and type cases, at which printers were busily engaged. So intent were they on their work that the entrance of the intruder did not disturb them. But a small, sallow, active woman, with her hair dressed in a strange, foreign fash ion, quickly appeared, followed almost immediately by a young man with a foreign cast of countenance. When tho reporter explained his errand the youth answered in good English and put him on the right track. By further inquiry the nature of the place was learned. Here is set up every day of the week except Saturday the Daily Jewish Gazette, the only Jewish daily published in the world. The editor is K. II. Sarasohn, a Polish Jew, and here he lives with his wife and son. The paper has some curious features. The sheet is a little larger than one page of the Tribune, and its columns number four to the page, or sixteen iu all. The type used is the old Hebrew. The title head, set in English and Hebrew, is at the top of the fourth page, as numbered in the English style. The lines read from right to left. The editor, Mr. Sarasohn, has been publishing a weekly Jewish paper for some time, and in Juno started the daily, which is sold for two cents a copy. Ho claims a circulation of 2,000. He gives his readers summaries of all the news of the day, from all parts of the world, making a specialty, of course, of all that concerns Jewish people. New York Tribune. Ex-Queen Isabella, of Spain, is a great admirer of the Paris Figaro, and fre quently drops in of an evening to see the staff at work, always ending her call by inviting the force out to a banquet at her expense. We don't see how an editor can work with a queen rummag ing round the office knocking over type and reading manuscript that is none of her business. It would annoy us to death, iVA's Hun, Life's Harvest. Was it not said by some great sago That life if an unwritten page ? We write our fate; and when old age Or death comes on, '"" " Wo drop tho pen. For good or ill, trom day to day, ' Each deed we do, each word wo say, Makes its impress upon tho clay Which molds the minds Of other men. And all our acts and words are seeds Sown o'er the past, whenco future deeds Spring up, to form or wheat or weeds; And as we've sown So reap -we then. HUMOR OF THE PAY. "All things come to him who waits," but a quarter judiciously bestowed on a waiter will hurry the things up a little. Picayune. The Policeman is the name of a new London newspapor. We will wager a ten-dollar bill (counterfeit of course) that it never appears when the people want it. Witliamsport Breakfast Table . A circus proprietor in Canada has ap plied for the admission of his elephants to this country free of duty, on the ground, we presume, that their trunks contain no valuables. Norristown Her ald. "Mabel, why you dear little girl," ex claimed her grandpa, seeing his little granddaughter with her head tied up, "have you got the headache?" "No," she answered sweetly, "I'se dot a spit turl." A circus acrobat who can tie himself in a knot and hide away in a corner of his vest pocket receives only $30 per week salary. This should discourage a large class of politicians, but probably won't. "Why is it your loaves are so much smaller than they used to be?" asked a Galveston man of his baker. "I don't know, unless it is because I use less dough than formerly," responded the baker. If a great many young men's clothes didn't fit them till they pay the tailor, we would see lots of noble young bloods going around like a loaded clothes line flapping in the idle breeze of a sum mer day. After a Michigan farmer had com mitted suicide because there was no show for his corn, a soaking Bhower started every kernel into life and guar anteed a big crop. Some folks aro always a day too late. Probably the meanest man on record keeps a boarding house in San Domingo. Last winter an ear hquake turned the edifice clear upside down, and the very next morning he began charging the gairet lodgers first floor prices. "At Bordeaux," paid one, "if you let a match fall to the ground the next year there will grow a forest." "At Mar seilles," cried the other, triumphantly, "you let a suspender button fall, and in eight days you will have a pair of pan taloons ready made." They wore a sunflower at the side. Their bangs were in a flutter. And as I looked on them I cried, "Those maidens are too utter." And that was so. For that same night These fair young Vassar scholars Caught victims twain each bill was quite For cake ami cream, $ t. Williamxport Breakfast Table. Youthful Heroism. A year ago, in the summer of 880, a deed of heroism was performed by a young lad at Alessandria, in Piedmont, for which he has just been rewarded in a characteristically Sub-Alpine and Latin manner. Some children wero playing upon the bank of the river Tanaro, when one of them, a boy four years old, toppled over into the stream, and, as it chanced, at a most danger ous spot, where practiced Bwimmers had already lost their lives. Eduardo Pozzi, a lad of twelve, who saw the accident, determined to venture upon the task of rescue. He knelt down, made the sign of the cross and jumped boldly into the raging waters. He was seized by the torrent, but not uutil he had tightly grasped the little boy. The two were sucked under by the waters, but rose again to the surface, and the young hero, with great resolu tion and daring, forced his way into still water, from whence a policemen drew him to the fhoio. Ho fell down exhausted and unconscious, but kept a firm grip upon the little fellow whom he had saved. The king of Italy heard of the deed, and directed that the silver medal of the Order of Merit, with his king's thanks, should bo sent . to the lit tle hero. The actual bestowal of tuo gift, however, was reserved to the pres ent year, when the auniverwary was made the occasion of a public cere monial. The courtyard of the Collegio Nazionale was adorned with flowers and banners; the municipal authorities were convoked; the whole population was invited to take part in the function; and Senator Zopp fastened the medal upon the boy's breast, while the mayor of Alessandria gave him a kiss upon hi forehead in the name of the whole town. When Pozzi was questioned about his deed he said, with touching modesty: "I knew that if I were drowned ho and 1 would have gone into Paradise together." His father, who is a railway servant, was invited to dinner by the prefect, and the sous of that functionary solemnly divided bread and salt with the hero of the day, an a token of perpetual alliuuce. The father refused to receive a sum of money which had been collected. London Globe,
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