SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W, M. CHENEY, Publisher.
TOL.VII.
MY SHIPS THAT WENT TO SEA.
One after one they slipped the stocks
And one by one they sailed;
Slow creaked tho heavy tackle block*
And low the pennants trailed.
As out beyond the restless tide
Fast ebbing—for to lee—
They drifted o'er the oocan wido
My ships that went to sea.
Adown the long horizon's rim,
I watched them as they passed,
Until within the distance dim
They faded out at last;
As happy birds, that seek the skies
When tirst from cage set free,
So disappeared before mine eyes
My ships that went to sea.
And other ships have come and gone
Since my ships sailed away,
And many a year in dusk and dawn
And many a night and day—
Pull oft the grass lias shimmered green
And budded flower and tree,
But since that hour none have seen
My ships that went to sea.
And yet—and yet—within my dreams
Shows every mast and rope
And sweetly on my farewell gleams
The smiling face of Hope;
My slumbering fancies grope afar —
Through visions not to be,
I see them cross the harbor bar
My ships that went to sea.
Ah, nevermore! Nay, nevermore!
Shall I such gladness feel,
For on some storm-strewn rocky shore,
Lies every shattered keel;
And still, defying all that Fate
Has brought or keeps for me,
Upon the moaning sands I wait
My ships that went to sea.
—Ernest McGaffey, in Chicago Herald.
THE NEvTBONNET.
"A subscription for the children's pic
nic, eh?" said Mr. Poland, cheerfully,
fitting on his spectacles, as he sat on the
front porch with Neighbor Dutton's copy
of the latest Clarion of Freedom on his
knee. "Wal, wal! I s'pose 1 must give
suthing, even if I hain't no children at
tendin' the Sabbath school. I was a lit
tle shaver once myself, and I'd 'a took
powerful to a day in the woods, with
root beer and apple-turnovers. How
much d'ye want now—a dollar?"
The lank young superintendent's face
brightened.
Such a cheerful admission of his claims
was the exception, not the rule, in Spice
berry Center.
"You are very kind," said he.
"And I guess," added Mr. Poland,
"that mebbe Hannah 'll have a little help
for you. She's had pretty good luck
with her eggs and butter money of late,
and Hannah never was one of the stingy
kind. Hannah! I say, Hannah!"
But there was no response from the
kitchen, where, a minute or two before,
the clink of dishwashing had made its
merry, castanet-like sound.
"Wal, that's queer," said Mr. Poland.
"I thought as much as could be she was
there. But she ain't. Guess she must 'a
stepped over to see a neighbor."
So Mr. Perkins went on his way with
out being enriched by any of the "egg
and butter money."
"Just like father!" said Hannah, with
a toss of the head, as she stood well back
behind the buttery door. "As if I'd
been saving for a new bonnet all these
weeks, to throw away my money on the
children's picnic."
And she went back to her dishwashing
with renewed vigor, as the Superinten
dent's not particularly elastic footfalls
sounded down the dusty road.
Mr. Poland leaned forward, and stared
between two trails of hop-vines into the
kitchen.
"Didn't know you were there," said
he.
Hannah colored.
"I've been to see about going to the
city this afternoon, pa," said she, "with
Amanda Troll. I've a little shopping to
do."
This was the truth, though not the
whole truth. It was fully half an hour
since she had settled with Amanda Troll
to call for her at two o'clock in the rusty
leather topped Troll buggy, which she
fancied would be more stylish than their
own mud-bespattered open wagon.
Hannah Poland never had owned that
vision of delight a "store-bonnet." And
she had arrived at the age when a straw
shape purchased at Mrs. Dilworth's vil
age emporium, and trimmed with her
own selection of cheap ribbons, had lost;
its charms.
"What would you get?" she asked
Amanda Troll, "if it was you?"
The two girls were standing together
in the city millinery, with a goodly vari
ety of gay headgear spread out on the
counter before them, and an elegant
young woman, with her hair frizzed into
an auburn aureole, and two imitation
diamond rings on her finger, awaiting
their commands, with the regulation
siihDe.r.
"Brown is awful dull for a young
lady," said Miss Troll. "I'd get pink if
I was you, Hannah, or blue."
"Pink, to be sure," said the frizzed
one. "Here is the very idea—rose-col
ored tulle shirred, with a bunch of rose
buds, and a humming bird just hovering
above them. A real Paris fancy, and
just reduced to ten dollars, from four
teen."
"Ten dollars!"
Pool Hannah had but eight at her com
mand at the utmost. She whispered this
fact to Miss Troll, with her eyes glued on
the rose-colored tulle.
"I'll lend you the other two," Amanda
whispered back. "It's a pity to lose such
a bargain. Just think how it'll outshine
all the other bonnets at church next Sun
day."
"Shall I try it on?" said the frizzed
damsel, as she lightly adjusted the hat on
her own head. "You can form some
idea of its general style by that."
The saleslady had bright tresses and a
delicate stay-in-doors sort of complexion.
Hannah Poland was sunburned and
freckled, with colorless hair like dry
grass, which uplifted itself at the parting
in a genuine "cowlick." Put neither she
nor Miss Troll took thesfc little inconsist
encies into accouut.
"Lovely!" Hannah cried, ecstatically.
"The prettiest hat I ever saw!" de
clared Amanda Troll.
"But won't pa think it rather gay?"
whispered Hannah.
"He ain't going to wear it," said
Amanda. And pink is Prank Bond's
favorite color, you know."
This decided the question. The bon
uet was purchased, packed into a paper
box and safely bestowed under the buggy
seat.
Hannah Poland went home half
frightened, half-delighted, with the bar
gain she had made. But she was thank
ful that on their return it was twilight
enough for her to smuggle the bandbox,
unseen, into her own room, while she
satisfied her father's curiosity with a
sight of some calico she had purchased, a
few yards of ribbon, a wide-brimmed
straw hat for the old gentleman's own
use, and half a dozen palm-leaf fans.
"But you didn't spend all your money
on this?" said Mr. Poland, checking up
the sums on his lingers.
"No—l—bought a bonnet."
"How much ye give for it?"
"Six dollars."
The truth again, but not the whole
truth.
"Six dollars! Whew! Your ma never
give that for a bonnet in her life."
"Things cost more now, pa."
"Wal, you must be awful savin' of it,
that's all. Then there's two dollars left.
Guess you'd better send that to old Aunt
Betsey up at Three Big Pines. We ain't
done much for her this year, and she was
your ma's own aunt. Will you write to
her, or shall I?"
"I'll write, pa," said Hannah, with a
sinking heart.
She was already beginning to repent of
her bargain in bonnets.
She repented still more that night when
before her cheap little pine-framed mirror
she tried on the new treasure. In itself
it was undoubtedly very pretty; but the
delicate color seemed to accentuate every
freckle, every patch of sunburn, every
separate hair in the cowlick.
"I look like the owl that Peter Hib
bard caught last week," she muttered to
herself. "But perhaps if I used a little
pomatum, and washed my face in butter
milk every night until Sunday "
And she put away the new bonnet with
a sigh.
"The Bismarck brown with the gilt
quills would have been far more becom
ing," she thought. "I wonder if they
would exchange it?"
Mr. Perkins called the next day to see
if Miss Poland would contribute anything
for the children's picnic, and with burn
ing cheeks and heart throbbing with
secret mortification, Hannah was obliged
to decline.
"I know he thinks me mean and
stingy," thought she. "but what am I
to do?"
Amanda Troll was the next visitor.
"Oh, Hannah," said she, "could you
make it convenient to let me have that
two dollars I lent you? I've a chance to
buy a silk cape real cheap—all jetted,
you know, such as Mrs. Deacon Wales
wears—and I'm a little short of money."
Hannah turned first red, then pale.
"H you could take it out in eggs—"
she began.
"Eggs, indeed! Who wants eggs?"
said Amanda, crossly. "When I lent you
that money I expected you to be ready to
repay it when I asked for it. However,
1 dare sar jour father—"
LA PORTE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 1889.
"Oh, don't say a word about it to pa!"
cried Hannah.
And she went to a little table drawer,
where she knew that Mr. Poland kept his
money, took out a two-dollar bill and
handed it silently to A manda.
"I'll replace it when Airs. Willctt pays
me for that butter," she thought. "It's
only a loan."
At sight of the cash payment Amanda
regained her equipoise and smiled again.
"Have you heard the news?" said she.
"No. What news?"
"Frank Bond is engaged to Kitty
Pell."
Hannah felt herself grow scarlet to the
very roots of the redoubtable cowlict*
How she hated herself for that dreadful
habit of blushing at the wrong time!
"I—l hope they'll be happy," stam
mered she, and Amanda secretly chuckled
to herself.
"Then it's true," she thought. "Han
nah Poland was dead in love with Mr.
Bond. As if ho would ever have given
a second thought to .such a coarse, plain
girl as she is!"
Poor Hannah! She had had her day
dreams, and many was the scalding tear
that dropped into the milk pan of cur
rants that she was stemming to make jelly
that day.
She went over to Mrs. Willctt to ask
for the butter money as soon as the cur
rant jelly was strained through the flan
nel bag. Mrs. Willctt, however, like
many another boarding lwtise keeper, was
short of resources.
"I can't pay ye, Ilatiner, till my city
family pays me,"said she. "And what's
more, I don't like to be dunned, neither.
P'raps on Friday or Saturday—"
And with that, Hannah was forced to
be content.
On Sunday morning, she dressed for
church in her best white gown, neatly
laundried by her own hands, and went to
take out the pink tulle hat with thehum- 1
ming-bird.
But, to her dismay, the closet door had
been left open—she had not replaced the
lid on the bandbox; and there, in the
very centre of the rosebuds and tr.llo puf -
fings, lay the old gray cat with a family
of three downy kittens!
Hannah went to church dispirited and
sad, in her old straw hat, with its faded i
yellow daisies anil dyed strings.
Her father stared at her as she climbed
into the wagon.
"I thought you had bought a new
bonnet," said he.
"The—the old cat-has made a nest of
it," faltered poor Hannah, with tears in
her voice.
"Wal, I declare!" said Mr. Poland.
That afternoon, of all afternoons, he
saw fit to count over the money he had
been saving to pay the interest on a
mortgage which had brooded on the farm
for full ten years.
"The Bond family are dreadful
punctual," he said to himself. "And it
won't do not to be prepared."
When Hannah came in from church,
she saw her father sitting at the table
with a pale, stern face.
"Hannah," said he,"l shall have to
send Billy away."
1 'Billy" was the farm-boy, who had
been recently hired—a bright, willing
little fellow, the only support of his
mother, who was a widow and rheumatic.
He was an especial favorite with Hannah.
She looked aghast.
"Why, father," said she, "I thought
you liked Billy."
"So I did, Hannah—so I did! But
here's two dollars gone outen my interest
money. Gone! And if Billy hain't
took it, who has?"
Hannah sank limply into a chair and
hid her face in her hands.
"I took it, father," she sobbcel.
And then and there she confessed to
him the whole story of her folly.
Farmer Poland was a kind old soul,
and he remembered that Hannah was
young and motherless.
"Don't fret, daughter, don't fret,"
said he. "It's one step wrong, but it can
be unelone. Only mind and be more
careful next time. Hush! there's young
Mr. Bond comin' up the path. Hun and
wash your face and slick your hair."
And presently, flushed and agitateil,
poor Hannah came down stairs to meet
Frank Bond.
He's come to take you buggy-ridin',
Hannah," said her father. "I guess ye
can go—eh?"
"I've come to tell you some news, Han-
I nah," said young Bond, when they were
I well out into the breezy roads.
"I know it already," said Hannah,
faintly, wondering if she were to be
asked to officiate as one of the brides
maids. "Kitty Pell—"
"Exactly, and since there's to be one
wedding in the family, why shouldn't
there be two?"
"I don't understand you."
"Why, if my brother Joe marries Kitty
Pell, why shouldn't I marry Hannah
Poland—that is, if she will have me?"
cried Bond, gaily.
Hannah started, her colorless eyes
glowed, her whole face seemed to brighten
into actual beauty.
"Oh, Frank!" she exclaimed.
"Then it is 'yes,' Hannah?"
And strange to say, Hannah began to
cry.
"Only to think," said Farmer Poland,
■ that my little gal should make tho best
match in Spiceberry Centre! One of
Squire Bond's sons! But I will say he
ain't none too good for her. No one
could be that!"
And Hannah trimmed her own wedding
bonnet, a pretty split-straw, with loops
of white watered ribbon and clematis
wreaths. And Amanda Troll, eyeing it
keenly, whispered to Rose Forester, who
sat next to her:
"I'll bet a quarter that hat came all
the way from New York! There's a
kink to it that Bridgeport hats don't
have."— Saturday Ni'jht.
A Child-Faced Rat.
A singular freak of nature is on exhi
bition at the rooms of the Natural His
tory Club, in Houston, Texas. It was
brought in yesterday by a German family
named Schweinfeldt, living in the su
burbs of this city, who tell the following
remarkable story in connection with the
strange creature:
A few months ago they were aroused
one night by a shrill scream of pain from
their year-old baby. Hushing to the
cradle nothing was seen of heard, but
the next morning, while bathing the
child, the mother observed two red spots
on the arm near the bracial artery, look
ing as if they had been punctured by a
needle. The arm swelled a good deal
and was still very sore. In about a week
the baby was found dead in its cradle
and bathed in blood. The jugular vein
bad been bitten through.
The physician who was called in, on
seeing the small but fatal wound, which
consisted of a hole the size a darning
needle might have made, and hearing the
history of the swelled arm, immediately
said that both bites had been inflicted by
a rat.
After the baby's burial the Schwein
feldts naturally determined to rid theii
house of the dangerous rodents, and conse
quently traps of every fashion were placed
about. Many were caught and drowned.
One night, several months after the
death of the baby, a rat was heard run
ning about its narrow prison, and simul
taneously the crying of a child was heard
near by. The head of the family procur
ing a light, rushed to the place whence
the cries seemed to come. To his aston
ishment it proceeded from the rat-trap,
in which could be seen one of those ani
mals.
Taking up the trap he examined the
rat closely and was further amazed to
find that the creature's face strongly re
sembled that of a human being, while
yet it retained the characteristics of a
rat. It cried piteously and so much like
a hurt child as to be easily mistaken foi
for one when out of sight.
It is this rat which is now on exhibi
tion at the Natural History Club's Rooms.
Its eyes are somewhat larger and more hu
man-looking and have more distinctive
lids than are usual. The nose, however,
is the most remarkable feature, being de
cidedly marked and prominent, with
swelling nostrils. The mouth is small
and has unmistakable lips, but the teeth
are long, keen and rat-like. The feet
show a slight resemblance to the human
hand, although the nails are curved like
claws.
Dr. Pinning, President of the Natural
History Club, and a noted naturalist,
agrees with the Schwcinfeldts in think
ing this must be the offspring of the rat
that killed the baby, and the phenome
non is due to her milk being formed from
the child's blood which she sucked.—
Philadelphia Times.
Li Hung Chang, Prime Minister oi
China, has accepted control of the rail
ways in the North of China, and it is pro
posed that Chang Chi Tung shall have
control in the south. It is stated that
tenders will soon be invited for the con
struction of a railway from Peking tc
Hankow. The Chinese Government ap
pears to mean business.
St. Lotus proposes to celebrate April
30, 1903, the 100 th anniversary of the
purchase of Louisiana, which was ac
complished by Thomas Jefferson.
Terms—sl.2s in Ad\&,nce; $1.50 after Three Months,
CURIOUS FACTS.
In Africa they ride ostriches as wc do
horses.
The Sandwich Islands alphabet has
twelve letters.
A dog down in Piedmont, W. Va., has
two tails, and he wags them in different
directions.
At the funeral of a young man named
Rice, at Shamokin, Penn., four young
ladies were the pall-bearers.
Grecnlanders bury with a child a dog
to guide it in the other world, saying:
A dog can find his way anywhere.
A ram recently sheared at Metamora,
Mich., yielded thirty-eight and one
quarter pounds of wool at one clip.
Blankets are said to have been first
made at Bristol, England, in the four
teenth century, by Thomas Blanket.
Celery is said to have been introduced
from England in 1704. From England
it later found its way to this country.
The vicinity of Black Rock, a short
distance below Buffalo, N. Y., was the
scene of stirring events in the war of
1812-15.
The heart sends nearly ten pounds of
blood through the veins and arterios each
beat, and makes four beats while we
breathe once.
Robert Fulton built the Clermont.
It was the first steam propelled vessel to
make regular trips. The date of its con
struction in 1807.
It is said that if you saw off tho tips
of a goat's hoof you may keep him how
and where you please. Otherwise yoi:
will keep him where he pleases.
Among the curious things exhibited at
the Royal Society's conversazione in Lon
don the other evening was a tail of a
Japanese barndoor cock eleven feet long.
There are in New York 3058 men,
women and children, who are professional
beggars, liars, hypocrites and deceivers,
and the average income of oach one is
$5 per week.
Peter Anderson, a Wisconsin man, has
hair that fluffs out from his head like
wool, ten inches thick, so that he has to
wear in lieu of a hat a silk turban, with
an elastic band at the mouth.
A gorilla in the Bombay (India) zoo
logical gardens takes a bar of iron two
inches thick and bends it nearly double
in his hands, and with one bite of his
teeth he shivers a mahogany knot into
match wood.
Simon Gratz and Ferdinand J. Dreer
own the largest and most valuable collec
tions of autographs in the country.
They are Philadelphians. Mr. Gratz's
collection is worth $50,000 and Sir.
Dreer's three times as much.
A man who lives near Piatt, Sullivan
County, Penn., claims to have a scheme
whereby he can manufacture shoes with
movable soles, so that when one sole
wears out the old one can be replaced
with a new one without any trouble.
William Mooney, of West Pike, Pot
ter County, Penn., has a peculiar head ol
hair. When a storm approaches every
hair in his head stands out straight, and
as he wears his hair very long he is quite
a ridiculous sight. On that account he
never leaves the house when it is cloud}-.
Into a Burning Mine in Divers' Suits.
The unique experiment of sending
down divers in sub-marine armor to
locate the tire in the Idaho mine, near
Grass Valley, Col., and to find the bodies
of the two miners who perished, has
proved a failure. The men descended in
ordinary clothing to the 700-foot level,
where they put on divers' suits. Hundreds
were at the mine watching the rope as
it slowly uncoiled with the load of living
freight. There were frequent stops,and
at each signal the watchers became more
anxious. When the cage got below the
!)00-foot level three sharp bells were
sounded as a signal to hoist. It was theD
known something was the matter. The
cage was brought to the surface.
The men had got below the 900-fool
level, when the heat became so intense
human life could not exist, and the ad
venturers were compelletl to retreat. The
helmets became hot and the rubber
gossamer began to melt at the wrists.
While the divers were down the shaft,
between the 900 and 1000-foot level,
they both got a whif of gas in their
helmets. This happened to both at the
same time. How the gas got in they cannot
tell. This compelled them to send the
signal to be hoisted up.— St. Louis Globe-
Demoa-at.
A project for extending the irrigated
areas of Egypt by 250,000 square miles
is being considered. It will give em
ployment to many thousands of neoule.
NO. 43.
FUN.
Twin brothers may be eccentric but
they are never odd.— Terrc Haute Ex
press.
The college man, like the thermometer,
is known by his degrees.— Boston Tb-art
script.
Scrub-oak ought to be utilized in the
manufacture of brushes and brooms.—
Ntw York News.
Isn't it rather paradoxical for a man to
be wrapped in silence for sound reasons.
Baltimore. American.
Auctioneer—"llow much for this
raeket?" Judge Guffy (absent minded) —
"Ten dollars or ten days."
Men think it's goodness of heart that
makes them generous at times when in
reality it is only regularity of the liver.—
Merchant Traveler.
It is probably from humane motives
that u railroad will not allow its trains to
stop along the way more than ten min
utes for refreshments.
Gadby, whose father was a circus
tumbler, now goes about boasting that
he is one of the sons of revolutionary
sires. — Boston Transcript.
Mrs. Oldgold—"Are you going to Ber
muda next winter?" Mrs. Newladegge—
"No, indeed, you know I can't bear the
smell of onions"— Lowell Citizen.
"Ah," said the fly as it crawled around
the bottle, "I have passed through the
hatching age, the creeping age, and now
I am in the mucilage—" then it stuck.
Mudge—"For goodness sake, Bos
worth, have you been sandbagged or in a
railway accident?" Bosworth—"Neither.
I hid under the bed the other night to
scare my wife."— Courier-Journal.
Baroness—"Are you still angry with
me, my dear Major, for refusing your
offer of marriage at the last carnival? All
I have to say is that I have changed my *
mind since then." Major—"Sohave I."
Raising Horses Pays.
"Raising trotting and running horses
is not a very unprofitable business," said
Senator Stockbridge, a few days ago, a s
he leaned back in an easy chair in the
room of the Senate Committee on Fish
eries, of which he is Chairman. The
Senator had just returned from Michigan,
where he had spent a delightful day on his
stock farm, situated a few miles from
Kalamazoo.
"I had not been out to the farm for
some time," said the Senator. "So one
fine day I arranged with my partner, .Mr.
Brown, who is manager of the place, to
go out and look over the stock and take a
sort of inventory of it. We started about
nine in Che morning, and when we ar
rived at tkt farm the horses had all been
fed and groomed, and were feeling and
looking in first-class condition. We got
out the pedigree book, and then care
fully examined every young animal on the
place. Well, after I had entered all the
horses and set a very moderate value
upon them, in no cases exceeding the
price which they would bring in any open
market, I found that we had just $103,000
worth of horseflesh.
"We bought the farm three years ago,
and organized a stock company with a
capital of 875,000. We owe a few thou
sand dollars for running expenses and
things of that kind, but all this is more
than offset by the value of the farm. So
that, deducting the amount of capital we
putin, the profits in three years, without
any particular effort to run the farm as a
money-making concern, were more than
SIOO,OOO, which, you see, is more than a
Senator's salary. Some horses raised on
this Kalamazoo stock farm have turned
out to be very valuable and very fast."—
Chicago Herald.
A Millionaire's House-Boat.
Alexander Graham Bell, the millionaire
inventor of the telephone, is going to en
joy his summer in a novel fashion. A
Baltimore boat-builder has built for him
the most singular looking craft that has
ever been put afloat, patterned somewhat
after Mr. Noah's historic craft. Mr.
Bell calls it a house-boat. I am told it
is an immense catamaran, housed over
with a charming cottage that contains
double parlors, dining room, billiard
room and spacious sleeping apartments,
besides kitcken, bath rooms and servants'
quarters. The house is elaborately fur
nished and fitted up with every comfort
and convenience that can be found in a
modern residence. It is propelled by two
powerful screws, and in smooth water it
is estimated that the boat will attain ;<
speed of fifteen miles an hour. It was
put together in Nova Scotia.— Ncr: Yor'
Graphic.