Montour American. FRANK C. ANGLE, Proprietor. Danville, Pa., May 2 19()7. HOUSE HONORED HEROIC MINERS HARRISBURG, May 1. The heroic rescue of tho seven men entombed in the mine at Foustwell. Cambria county, was officially called j to the attention of the house cf repre- | 6entatives this morning ami a resolu- i tion by Mr. Moulthrop, of Clearfield, commending the bravery of the rescu- j ers was unanimously adopted. RESOLUTION ADOPTED. The resolution was as follows: "Whereas, We are informed this morning through the medium of the public press of the rescue of the seven miners entombed in tiie mine of the j Berwiud-White Goal company at 1 Foustwell. Cambria county, iu this Commonwealth, by a number of their | brave and heroic fellow-workingmen under most trying and dangerous cir- j oumstances, during which time their j lives were constantly in danger. MARK OF PUBLIC RECOGNITION "Therefore, Be it resolved that this legislature take cognizance of this act and extend its approbation to the res cuers and direct that this resolution be euteied ou the legislative record as a mark of public recognition of their brave aud valorous deed." No debate occurred on the resolution it being adopted without comment. INVITATION ACCEPTED. An invitation from the citizens of West Pittston to the representatives to atteud Wrst Pittston's "golden jubi lee" celebration in June was present ed by Mr. Hnll.of Luzerue.aud unani mously accepted. BILLS PASSED FINALLY. The following bills were passed fin ally: Authorizing municipal corporations owning rheir water systems to re-loc ate road« destroyed by overflow of re set voirs or otherwise and to acquire! land to preserve the wat»r supply from j contamination. Providing for an assistant State_vet eriuarian and cleiks. Making <1,500 a year the minimum salary for poor directors in counties of more than 150,000 population. CERTIFICATE NOT REQUIRETS7 tfProv idiug that certificates jof vacci nation or of having had small pox shall not be required in auy locality when smallpox does not exist there. Senate bill to punish persons con tributing to the delinquency ot chil dren. Providing for regulating foreign corporations engaged in selling their own securities or other this State. Nanticoke to Benton by Trolley Plans are ou foot for the extension at thA fitrAof- ruiluav of Kan. . ticoke, from that town to Benton, by the way of Shickshinny aud Hunting don Mills,this tapping a rich section of Columbia county. R. H. Couover, of Nanticoke, secre tary and treasurer of the People's Street Railway company and manager of the Susquehanna Coal company's supply store at that place; H. M. Smith, of Alden Station, president of the People's Traction company, F H. Kohlbreaker, superintendent of the Susquehanna Coal company, E. B. Sheeder, of Wanamie, and Dr. J. R. Hess, of Huntingdon Mills, directors of the same street railway company, were over the proposed route in an automobile yesterday and took dinner at the McHeny house iu Beuton. They were more than pleased with the out look for a successful trolley line, now that the trolleys have the right to car ry freight, and they were unanimous ly of the opinion that such a trolley line would be a paying venture. Surveyors have been at work on the route from Shickshinny to Nauticoke and have that work completed, the gentlemen stated in an interview con cerning the proposed trollev line. Dur ing the present week they will be put to work on the route between Shick shinny and Huntingdon Mills. From Huntingdon Mills the route of the old Huntingdon Creek and Muncy railroad survey will be followed to Benton. This route was surveyed for a steam road many years ago but was never built, because of it being considered too expensive for a steam road. However, as soon as these men were assured that a trolley freight bill would become a law, they set to work to make plans for the building of a trolley line between the points named. That it will be successful goes with out saying, as a rich farming and lum ber country is tapped, and should pro duce a great deal of freight business, in the way of produce and manufact ured lumber. UNIFORM PRIMARIES ARE UNCHANGED HARRISBURG, May 1. There will be no change in the sys tem governing primary elections in the State before the law passed at the special legislative session of 1900 gets a test. This was virtually decided last night, when the senate elections com mittee killed the Lydick uniform primary bill,sent over from the house. Early in the evening the committee heard arguments against the bill by Thomas Raeburn White and George Burnham, Jr., of the Philadelphia committee of seventy, and John H. Fow, counsel for the city commission ers. Immediately after the hearing the committee took its action,and the bill was returned to the senate with a negative report. Lecture. 'he Rev. C. R. Botsford, pastor of ! ty Lutheran church of Berwick Hver a lecture on Thursday May 2nd, at 7 :45 o'clock in German Lutheran church. 10 cents. A30,M1,2. * For Rent. * By Constance D'Arcy Mackay. \ r Copyright, ISW7, by T. C. I'ureella. \ "Be sure it bus six light room 9, all outside," abjured Grace. "And remember it must be in a nice neighborhood," added Molly. Rowena sighed. "I'll try," she said resignedly and, tucking her umbrella under her arm, started down the stairs, It was a cool day, with 11 pray sky and a promise of rain in the air. Th» streets and boulevards had the faded, dusty look that late summer nlway« wears before the lirst frost arrives to sharpen and brighten things. \ ans laden with furniture passed with a frequency which proclaimed thnt mov ing time had come. "I must remember that all places look less cheerful on a dull day," said Rowena to herself, taking a list out of her pocketbook and running over It with a ruminating eye. " 'Bright, attractive apartment, six rooms and bath.' I think I'll try that one, though they all advertise them as attractive, and the reality is a lot of "IT'S JUST THE PLACE FOB' YOUNG MAB KIED COUPLES.'' stuffy little rooms overlooking an air shaft on one side and somebody' 9 back yard on the other. But I'm start lug awfully early in the season, aud that ought to give me a better choice." For a week Roweua had been flat hunting, climbing endless flights of stairs and Interviewing a seemingly endless line of real estate agents and Janitors. Each morning she set out blithely, and each evening she came back fatigued and disheartened. "The price we want to pay and the kind of an apartment we would like don't seem to fit together," she wailed, recounting her adventures to Molly and Grace at nightfall. Aud this particular day prov- ■■ ed no exception to the rule. By 11 o'clock in the morning she bad tramp ed miles and found nothing suitable. "Is this the Edgemere?" she wearily inquired of an elevator boy in an _ apartment building whose marble en trance and artlstio greeu walls were like a ray of hope to her dejected spir its. "Yes'm," said he of the trim suit and brass buttons. "I'd like to look at one on the third floor," said Rowena, smiling on him. Rowena's smile was one of her chief charms. It lighted up her piquant face and showed a dimple lurking in her cheek. It would captivate any one from a king to an elevator boy. The third floor of the Edgemere proved desirable from every point of view. Rowena was delighted. "And all for SSO a month." she breathed. The boy gaped at her. "Fifty dol lars!" ho scoffed. "Why, these her® apartments rents for a hundred and fifty!" "One hundred and fifty! You're cer tainly mistaken. The paper said"— She opened her pocketbook, found the clipping and showed it to him. He shook his head. "Misprint, lady," he answered. "They ain't no such price." "Sure, that's Just what I've been telling this gentleman," said a neat looking scrubwoman, suddenly appear ing in the doorway. Behind her tow ered a fair haired young fellow, broad of shoulder and firm of chin. He stared at Rowena for an Instant. "Why, Miss Holden," he cried, with a boyish laugh of pleasure, "are you on the trail too?" "I should think you'd know it at first glance." said Rowena tragically. "My sisters tell me that my face has taken on the expression of the New York flat hunter—a look of grim despair that la unmistakable." Dwight Curtis laughed again. "I wonder if your trials are as great as mine. I'm clubbing together with two other fellows, and trying to fill the wants of each and all is turning me gray. Moreover, I feel I'm getting the ; rickets from sprinting up so many flights of stairs." "The building we're in uow is going to be torn down, so we have to move, and It's my turn to search," explained Rowena. "And, oh. Mr. Curtis, have you seen any reasonable apartments j with light, airy rooms in a pleasant : neighborhood not too far from the car line?" "I have not," Dwight answered grave j ly, "though J repeat those phrases even lln my sleep. I tell you what—why : can't we hunt together? It will be a l<* more Bociable, and two heads are ' better than one, you know. Besides, | down at the beach this summer that | Hawkins man monopolized so much of ' your time that it's only fair for me to have my Innings now. Shall we goto I Seventy-sixth street next?" "Do you realize," said Rowena a week later as they sat ou a bench on River side drive, "that time Is flying and we've found nothing—absolutely noth j Ing—so far?" '"But we've had a lot of fun," Dwight replied, smiling reminlscently as he thought of sundry strolls they had tak en in the park, sundry luncheons tete a-tete In the little casino, sundry car rides to perfectly irrelevant places, and all with the ostensible excuse of flat hunting. "This Is good enough for me," he went ou, with a look first at Rowena and then at the river, where myriads of water craft plied up and down. Steam launches puffed portentously, sailboats gleamed in the sunlight, and an excursion steamer churned past, all flag flying and a band playing lustily on deck. The rows of stone houses facing the drive were closed aud silent, the lower windows boarded up, while the half shut blinds of the upper ones gave them a semblance of supercilious drooping eyelids. Rowena toyed with her parasol. She was looking dangerously demure In pale blue. A tip tilted, coquettish hat sa t lightly on her well poised head. "I feel like a perfect culprit when 1 return at night," she confessed. "The girls fuss over me and say what a hard day I must have been through." "I know," echoed Dwight, grinning sympathetically. "The fellows tell me that I'm a brick and that they're no end grateful, while as It is I'm baring the time of my life! Must we really go?" he pleaded as Rowena abruptly gathered up her gloves anil parasol. "I simply must decide 011 something today," she said, a ring of determina tion In her voice. "I cannot put it off any longer." "Let's try this, then," suggested Dwight, looking up at a white stone building on a side street. "This is 29. It looks pretty spick and span, doesn't it? I have an idea that it will do." Rowena gave a regretful shake of the head. "It's too sn ail," she declared, glanc ing about at the little drawing room. "But, oh. what a darling! It's the loveliest one we've seen anywhere! With a little money and a little taste it could be made a perfect Jewel box. How the sun streams in, and how deal and cozy this drawing room would l»e!" "With a window seat there," said Dwight. "and a !>ookcase against the wall." "And some pictures and bits of bric a-brac on the mantel!" Rowena glow ed with enthusiasm. "And a low round table and a read ing lamp," added Dwight delightedly. The voice of the ever present jani tress broke in on them. "I think you'd like it," she observed. "It's just the place for young married couples." Rowena gasped and retreated. Dwight followed. "Dear," he besought, "you know it's exactly as she says—it's meant for us and no one else. Ah. Rowena, won't you say that the light which shines through these windows will be our home light? Won't you say that every night at dinner time the woman I love will lx» waiting here to welcome me 7 Won't you say"—and there was mirth in his voice as well as tenderness— ' won't you say that, our flat hunting is over?" Rowena hesitated. "I don't know." she began demurely. "I hadn't meant to lease my heart so soon, but since—since so desirable a tenant has applied it seems only right to oblige him with a permanent occu pancy, provided he keeps it in good re pair!" Pullman's Giant Passenger. There was one story of his career that Mr. Pullman used to tell with manifest delight. One night, going out of Chicago, a long, len:i. ugly man, with a wart on his cheek, came into the depot. He paid George M. Pull man 50 cents, and half a berth was assigned him. Then he kicked off bis boots, which were of surprising length, turned Into the berth and, having an easy conscience, was sleeping like a healthy baby before the car left the depot. Along came another passenger and paid his 50 '-cnts. In two minutes he was back at George Pullman. "There's a man In that berth of | mine," said he hotly, "and he's about ten feet high How am 1 going to 1 sleep there, I'd like to know? Go and look at him." ~Tn wriit T-ntimnn—mna vrt. -lire tan, j lank man's knees were under his chin, his arms were stretched across the bed, and his feet were stored comfort ably—for him. Pullman shook him until be awoke and then told him If he wanted the whole Iterth be would have to pay ?1. "My dear sir," said the tall man, "a contract Is a contract. I have paid you 60 cents for half this berth, and, as you see, I am occupying It. There's the other half," pointing to a strip about six inches wide. "Sell that and (don't disturb me again." And, so say ing. the man with the wart on his face went to sleep again. He was Abraham Lincoln. Yellowstone Park. The Yellowstone National park cov ers an area of 8,848 square miles of territory and embraces within Its boun daries specimens of almost every kind of natural scenery—waterfalls, raplda, lakes, mountains, boilbig springs, mud volcanoes, geysers, canyons, caves, ba saltic terraces and giant bowlders worn by erosion Into every manner and kind of queer and fantastic shape that the Imagination can conceive of. The Yel lowstone Is at present by far and away the largest park In the world. Short Stay Neighborhoods. A man who contemplated going Into business for himself looked around for a good location. He rejected the ad vice of two friends who had suggested neighborhoods which they thought de sirable. "I don't like either of the places," be Bald. "Business can't be good around there I have passed through thow streets many times, aud always I have been struck with the frequency with which the names on the shops are changed. That doesn't look promising. Wherever a man finds trade profitable he tays; contrariwise, be moves. None of the short stay neighborhoods for me."—New York Post. Literally Speaking. Hi Ilarix—lleow be yore son glttin' along sense ho went tew th' city? SI Meadowgrass—Oh, he's flourlshin'. Hi Harix— I'm powerful glad tew hear it. he doln'V Si Meadowgrass— He's a-teacbln' penmanship in one ov them business colleges. Pittsburg Press. Hit Name. Lawyer What Is your full name? Witness—K. K. K. Karl Benson. Law yer—What do all the K's stand for? Witness Nothing; the minister who ehrtstened me stuttered. Boston Transcript. On Tipping the Hat. New Yorkers still cling to the an cient custom of tipping their bats when greeting a male friend or acquaintance. It Is a common sight to see a staid, prosperous looking business man as he passes an acquaintance tipping bis hat, although the other Is alone and unac companied by a woman. It Is the same after a party has been together somewhere, at dinner, probably, or at the theater. You will uotice that as one separates himself from the others he will say good night or au revolr and then tip bis bat. Also when one man Is Introduced to another It Is dollars to a subway ticket that be will lift bis chapeau. Wonder why it is. They don't do it In Pittsburg.—Pittsburg Dlsnatcb. The Bore. "I think Jones Is one of tbe worrt bores that ever lived." "Why so?" "He broke right In ind began talking about himself while I was telling about a thrilling experience I once had out west."—lndianapolis Star. 5 $ By s> \ | Special License | 5 By A. M. DAVIES OGDEN. 5 r Copyright, 1907, by P. i\ Fastment. > Autumn was dying in a blaze of crimson and gold. Everywhere color fairly rioted, from the vivid blue of the cloudless arching sky, against which the green of scattered tirs stood sharp ly defined, down to the wind blown leaves through which the old white horse shuffled his slow way. Squire Godfrey, Justice of the peace for the county and now out riding circuit, let fall the reins while he gratefully In haled long breaths of the clear Octo ber air. The nuts must surely be ripening. From the woods on his left rang out the merry voices of children, and In voluntarily the squire smiled. In those very woods forty years ago he and Hetty had gone a-nuttlng—Hetty, with her dancing roguish brown eyes, lief plain little calico frock and the deep sunbonuet always hanging by one string. How distinctly he could see the little figure! Then the shaggy gray eyebrows met In a heavy frown over the keen blue eyes. What was Hetty to him but the girl who had flouted and mocked him, driving him away from home for these wretched ten years! Well, he had come back and made a success of his life, and the squire's frown smoothed itself as he reflected on the prosperity which was his. And Hetty had mar ried Johnson Wetherby, who had died not long after, leaving her with one boy to educate and care for. She had done It well, admitted the squire grudgingly. Rut that young John should have presumed to court his Susie! The squire's frown became a scowl as lie whipped up the old white horse. He would have none of that nonsense. Luckily Susie was a good girl. She submitted quietly enough to the thun dering pronunclamento launched at her head by the Irate squire. She was not to see Wetherby, not to write to him, except the one letter conveying her father's decision. "And you cannot marry him with out my consent for three years yet/' ' LtMl EL," SHK MURMURED, chuckled the squire, "for I won't sign the license. Of course If you choose to run ofT to some other county"— But Susie shook her head. No, she would not do that. It was well that he had been so firm, pursued the squire. He had been proved in the right, for it was a year now since Susie had even mentioned John's name. She was cured. Just as he predicted she would be; otherwise he would scarcely have felt safe leav ing her In charge of the office, accord ing to former custom. But he could trust Susie; she was his own child. Perhaps the squire overlooked the fact that he himself had not yet forgotten. As he drew up at the little inn which was to be his first halting place the man was surprised to see a familiar looking buggy already fastened In the trim wooden shed. The tavern was a quaint, homely building, white and square, with tall pillars and green shutters. At the rear ran a wide, sunny veranda. The squire, going ! through the dark, chilly hallway, push ed open the the swing door. Then he stopped short. Facing him rose a slim, white faced little woman clad In dusty black botnbanlne. The worn bands, tightly clasped together, shook a bit, but the brown eyes met his own with the old dauntlees look. "Lemuel," she murmured. "Hetty," responded the squire, be wilderedly breaking the silence of thirty years. A sudden appeal flashed up Into the thin face. Her fingers strained them selves desperately In their cotton gloves. "Lemuel." she began again, "I—l, want to speak to you—l've wanted to for a lonp time, but you wouldn't let me. Then John told me that you would probably stop here today"— "Ah, yes, John," said the squire In' an altered tone. "For the moment I had forgotten John. It Is to him, then, that I am indebted for this pleasure,", his stubborn mouth wrinkling into a sudden sarcasm. Mrs. Wetherby regarded lilm with a level glance. "Yes, It is John," she said steadily. "For my own sake I should never have I pleaded. That you chose to take as serious a bit of girlish folly, a child ish pique which one kind word from you would have melted, for all that— let It go. The past Is past. But John, my boy—must his life, too, be spoiled? He loves your daughter. She loves him." unheeding the squire's angry Hush. "Must they lose their youth and let life's sweetest years be sacrificed merely to satisfy a dislike of me, Lem uel?" A passionate energy Inspired her eager words. "Dislike," repeated the squire thought fully. "Dislike. Was It really that?" Whatever his faults, the squire was truthful. "But, Hetty," a sudden warmth breaking Into his own voice, "Hetty, you said—you said 'spoiled too.' Do you mean that cared? Did you, Hetty?" with compelling eyes on hers. "Yes," said Mrs. Wetherhy Blmply, "I cared. And you went awny, you never wrote, and so—at last—l married Johnson Wetherby. He was a good husband." A sudden impulse of loy alty toward the dead surged within her "And I married Susan Martin," mused the squire aloud, but ho was conscious of what he was saying. A great wonder held him fast. Was this the aulet self repressed woman who all those years had sat across the aisle from him every Sunday morning In church, this slender, vibrant creature, trembling In the might of her demand for happiness of her son? Was this the woman whom be bad believed with out feeling? In a sudden Hash of in sight he caught himself, a man cherish ing the hidden resentment which year by year hardened character and face, while she— A tender reverence slow ly crept into the stern old eyes. "Come," he said gently, "we'll have some dinner, and then we can talk about John." When, a week later, the squire's bug gy pulled up before the honeysuckle laden porch of home, the owner's brows were drawn together into a sem blance of its former frown. The mouth held its accustomed lines. Only In the deep set hlue eyes a new light gleamed lrropressibly. Rut Susie did not see. The girl came slowly to the door. Close behind followed a tall, slim young fel low with steady brown eyes. The squire stared. "Father," announced Susie, pale, but resolute, "I want to tell you at once that I'm married to John. The blank licenses for any oue needing them were on your desk already signed. It was only necessary to till in the names. I—l hope you forgive me. Hut If you don't," as her father still stared with features unrelaxed, "I'm ready to go. I couldn't leave the house alone, though. And, besides, I wanted to tell you my self. We were married this morning." The squire's own defiant will beamed from her blue eyes. She was his own child, ali right, the squire recognized, with an amused recollection of Mis for mer thought, and lie could hardly sue himself for issuing a license to a minor without her parent's consent, his own name being signed to the document. The squire threw down his reins. "Well," he capitulated, "if it's done, it's done. And we were planning to give you such a fine wedding too!" Then as an amazed "we" broke from the startled girl Squire Godfrey leaned over and patted the curly head. "I'm not going to scold," he declared heartily. "Fact is. I'm married myself. My wife's waiting now at the hotel for you to come; said I must tell you my self first. So run and get on your hat. John." while a long, searching look passed between the two men as their hands met. "you've got to be doubly a son to me now. Your mother has tak en me at last." Revenge Is Sweet. In ordinary life he was a very Impor tant i>ersou, for he was a Judge; but, ulas, his liver got out of order just the same as if he had been an ordinary mortal, and a brother luminary had ad vised him to take a Turkish bath. It was a luxury he had not previously in dulged In, and he noticed that the rub ber was terrlhly rough. However, ho patiently endured being punched, slap ped and i>oked until he could stand the torture no longer. "Is—it—quite—necessary—to—make _ine —black and blue—all—over?" panted his lordship. "Never you mind; you're all right," responded the rubber, redoubling his energy and grinning diabolically. "Who (slap, groan) are (thud, groan) you?" gasped the Judge, a horrible sus picion dawnlug in his nilnd. "Your (whack, groan) face does (whack, groan) look fa—(groan) look fa—(groan) miliar" (swish, groan). "Oh. you remember me, do you?" growled the rubber sarcastically. "Well, mebbe you'd like to have the chance to send me up for six months agatu for prize lighting—whoosn." — Pearson's Weekly. Humors of Sculpture. "When architects Insist on decorating j the facades of public buildings with j symbolical groups," remarked a New ( York philosopher, "they often add tin- ' consciously to the humor of everyday life. Just look at those two cherubs over the central window on top of the hall of records, for example. How can any one with a memory ever forget tho scandals of the construction of that building In looking at these two fig ures? One of them Is plainly going over the account books of the cost, while the other one is peering down ward, as if he were trying to get a glimpse of that Imitation marble work i that has been put up on the walls of | the upper stories. And the best of It j ts that such stories last. Who ever went to Washington for the first time | that he did not have to listen to that j yarn about the statue of Columbus or ■ Washington or some one else that j stands in front of the capitol, throwing the ball up to the Goddess of Liberty on : the dome?"— New York Press. Grim Joke In a Blue Book. A grim piece of humor appears in the British blue book dealing with the taxation of unimproved land values in the colonies. The tax commissioner of Adelaide, after referring to the Inac curate returns, says: "Side by side with /these inaccurate returns It has been pleasing to note the completeness with which others have been prepared lu the minutest particulars, and we cannot fail to rec ognize the thoroughness of the tax payer who returned that piece of land of his, measuring nine feet by six feet, in the cemetery, and under the column 'Name of Occupier' gave that of his departed wife." wursmp noacu. Paraffin wax models of all proposed British battleships are used by the admiralty for tests before the keels of the ships are laid down, the minia tures being tested In a great tank. The models are from twelve to twenty-four feet long, the tank being 400 feet long and twenty feet wide. The models are made of wax because it Is a material which does not absorb water or change its weight, so that alterations can be cnslly made, and the material can be melted up and used again. The Amer ican naval authorities alfeo have mod els of all their hulls constructed, but these are much more elaborate than the British, being formed of white pine and fitted with rudders, false keels, propeller shafts and all etceteras. To Cure n tlnaid Conrt to grant under the provisions of the Act of As sembly approv> d the 29th day of April A. D. 1874, en it led, "An Act to provide for the incorporation and regulation of certain cor,.•orations" and its supple ments, certvn amendments to the orig inal charter of the said Christ (Memor ial) Church, upon which petition an in terlocutory decree has been made as prayed for, and that an application will be made to the s :id Court on the 27th day of May 1907 as 10 o'clo k A. M- for the final decree in t .e premises. FRANK C. ANGLE. Solicitor Notice. Notice hereby is given that the Chillisqnaque Presbyterian Church, Presented to the Court of Commo j Pleas of Montour Coonty, Pennsyl -1 vania, their petition praying the said Court to graut under the provisions of the Act of Assembly approved the 29th day of April A. D. 1874, entitled, "An Act to provide for the incorpora tion and regulation of certain corpora tions" and its supplements, certain amendments to the original charter of the said Chillisquaque Presbvterian Church upon which petition an inter locutory decree has been made as prayed for, and that an application will be made to the said Court on the 27th day of May 1907, at 10 o'clock A. M.for the final decree in the prem- I ises. Edwin Paul, Solicitor. ■ Winsdor Hotel I Between 12th and 13th Sts. on Filbert St Philadelphia, Pa. Three minutes walk frcm the Read ing Terminal. Five minutes walk from the Penna. R. R. Depot. EUROPEAN PLAN $1 00 per day and upwards. AMERICAN PLAN $2.00 per dav. R-I P-A-N-S Tabules Doctors find A good prescription For Mankind. The 5-cent packet is < nougb for ' oocassiona. The family bottle (60 •X>ntains a supply for a year. Al gists