THE LAND OF
It is well to wander sometimes in the Land
of Make-believe,
Through its ever-smiling gardens, where the
heart may cease to grieve,
Where the beds are gay with roses and the
paths are paved with gold,
And our hopes, like soaring songsters, their
mercurial wings unfold.
Let us all be little children for a while and
make our way
Through the sweet and sunny meadow land
of Make-bLelieve today.
MAKzZ-BELIZVE,
There’s a queen within an arbor, where she
rules in high renown,
With a lily for a sceptre and a rose wreath
for a crown,
And her laws are love and laughter, for they
know not sorrow there— :
Never hate or pain or money enters in her
Kingdom fair,
So we sing the songs the children sing and
play the games they play
As we wander in the golden Land of Make-
believe today.
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Whene the scheme was mooted to
me, my first thought was that, unsezn
myself, I should see Eleanor, so I was |
eager for it.
The others thought on the madcap
prank it was, and that their empty |
paunches should soon be fiiled with |
King’s meat and drink. And for this
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last I do not blame them, seeing that
the gentlemen of the Irish regiment
more often than not went supperiess
to bed, since glory was more plentiful
in the French King's service than
louis d’or; and arrears of pay seemed
likely but to grow greater.
Terrence d'Esterre held a hat for
the money, and we each cast in what |
we could, he who had been lucky of |
late at the gaming table more, he
who kad lost less... We kept no count
of the sums, but, in the end, we had
enough to pay for one ticket of ad-
mission to the great Mask, and for a
yellow domino.
The thing that gave us our oppor-
tunity was that that night the gen-
tlemen of the Irish regiment were on
guard at the palace. Tlie Mask was
given for a charity by the Queen’s
wishes; hence it was called the
Queen's Mask, and all of fashion, of
beauty, and of wealth in the capital
would pay for its admittance, and so
swell the coffers ot St. Vincent de
Paul.
While my comrades laughed and
joked about me, I thought upon the
last time I had seen Eleanora, waen
she and I had litten down from our
horses in the Vale of Arlo, and, while
the beasts cropped the sward near us,
I had taken her into my arms and her
golden head had lain upon my heart.
I remember how the blackbird sang,
and the smell of the whitethorn all in
bloom close by that it seemed to in-
toxicate me with ecstasy.
At that time there was nothing
strange in Sir Maurice Desmond lift-
ing his eyes to Lord Lahinch’s daught-
er. Why, we had been brought up in
neighboring houses, and our families
had always been friends and allies.
If the money dwindled at Bunclody
while Lahinch fattened, that was but
the fault of the troublous times, for I
gave with both hands, as my father
gave before me, to the cause of King
James and his son. Whereas Lord
Lahinch waited to see who should be
the winner before he fiung up his
cap for the Dutchman or the Stuart.
1 have marveled often upon how Elea-
nora came to be his daughter.
When we brought our tale to Lord
Lahinch, the first shadow of trouble
fell upon our love.
“What, Sir Maurice,” he said, “take
a wife when Sarsfield has need of
soldiers! I am an old wan, not a
fighter, and I can protect my girl
‘When the blood and fire of war burns
the country up, only an old man like
myself, who am out of the fight and
have a stout castle to boot, can pro-
tect women. When King James is on
the throne again, it will be time to
talk of marriage.”
The old fox proved better than his
word, for though he conveyed his
daughter and his money bags privily
from the country before the war
broke out and deposited them at the
French court, where he had a Kkins-
woman high in favor with the Queen,
yet he returned and held Lahinch
castle for King James against King
‘William, and had his head blown off
by a cannon ball, for which I forgave
him many things, believing that he
was an honest man at last.
As for me, when it was over I was
the poorest man between the four seas
of Ireland, for my house was in ashes,
my land seized and sequestrated, and
I had lost Eleanora. Rumor had it
that she was a great heiress and be-
trothed to the son of the Duc de Pic-
ardy. But she could not be further
from me though she were wedded,
and so I said of her to myself, yet
could not keep from being light-head-
ed with joy when we came home from
the Low Countries to Paris, and all
because I might by chance happen to
see the Lady Eleanora.
We gentlemen of the Palace Guard
were chosen for our height and size.
1, Maurice Desmond, am six-foot-four,
and lean as a hound. Hardships had
hold on me as well as love. But I
was not the greatest of the troop.
There was Andrew MacManus two in-
ches greater, and Laurence Maguire
an inch. That night the Yellow Dom-
ino was higher than any gentleman at
the Mask, and it was not likely he
should pass unnoticed.
lat its height.
| a minuet.
lot should have been cast last. Nor
{ could I ask any to change with me,
seeing that all were so hungry, and
| had not known what it was to have as
full a meal as this was like to be for
many a year, if, indeed, they had it
ever; for it is not every day that a
Ilain gentleman is cooked for by M.
Paul, the King’s chef de cuisine.
The first cock had crowed before
the ticket was thrust in my hand and
the Yellow: Domino over my head
and shoulders. But the ball was still
The court was dancing
As I pushed my way
through the masks, some one plucked
at my domino. I looked down, to sec
a sharp-faced man wearing a cook's
cap and white apron.
“Come with me,” he said, “I have
something worthy of so distinguished
a gourment. You have donc me honor
tonight, Monsieur.”
I knew not if it were a jest or not,
but I allowed him to draw me into
the supper room. The place was no
such ruin as I had expected. Many
servants carried away empty dishes
and replaced them by full.
“Fall to, most excellent gentleman;
fall to!” said the little r~an, rubbing
his hands and gazing at me with his
head to one side, and his sharp black
eyes gloating upon me.
“How long does the court stay?” I
asked.
“Why, it will dance in the dawn,”
he responded; “perhaps two hours
hence the coaches will be called for.”
I fell to then, realizing that I was
a hungry man, and faith, I cleaned
the platters with a vengeance, but as
fast as I ate, other delicacies were
laid before me as though by magic.
And 1 drank great draughts which
seemed to take the coia from my
heart that had lain there so long—
inde2d, since Eleanora had left it
empty.
I had the last goblet to my lips,
when I felt a hand on my shoulder,
and, turning around, I became aware
that the room was filled with ladies
and gentlemen, all very splendidly
clad end sparkling with jewels. There
was not a mask to be seen, unless,
indeed, it was the little cook, who had
fallen into the background, and stood
there rubbing his hands in an attitude
of great humility.
“Who are you, Master 1eilow Domi-
no,” asked he whose hand was on
my shoulder, “that wear the mask
when the signal has been given to
nnmask, and who do such great jus-
tice to our good things?”
I knew the face well between iis
falling masses of curls, even if I had
not recognized “Le Grand Monarque”
by the stars and orders with which
he glittered magnificently.
I gave the soldier's salute. I did
not dare uncover, for there,” by the
Queen, stood Eleanora, all in white
andi gold tissue, more beautiful, if
more sad, than I remembered her.
The King gave me another slap on
the shoulder.
“Why, you are the most prodigious
fellow,” he said, “a grosser feeder
even than M. Porthos. Tell us again,
good Paul, what he has eaten.”
The little cook whem I row per-
ceived to be no other than the King’s
cock, then came forward and testified
that since 10 o'clock I had not been
above five minutes absent from the
tables.
He produced his tablets, and I will
cay that even for 30 gentlemen of the
Irish regiment the consumption of food
and drink was indeed prodigious. As
le went on the King roared with
laughter. The Queen and her ladies
hid their merriment behind their fans,
all except Eleanor, who watched me
with a strange intentness, as though
she had somehow fathomed my dis-
guise.
The supper room was now full to
the door, every one tiptoeing and
stretching to catch a sight of the
Yellow Domino.
“Come sir, said the King, “we must
see your face. Off with {~e domino!
You are one of the wonders of the
world. You shall stay with us, and
we will see how many cooks it will
take to satisfy your hunger.”
“Sire,” I said, “before I uncover, may
I explain to your Most Excellent Ma-
jesty how it came that I ate as for
30?”
“Oh, ho!” said the King, lcoking,
as I thought a little disappointed. “So
you have not eaten all the food your-
self?”
“Sire,” 1 said, “no man could do it
It was a matter of honor with us
that we should eat and drink as fast
as might be, seeing that there were
80 hungry gentlemen to be fed before |
morning broke. We cast lots for tae
order of precedence, and, as it chanc-
ed, I came to be the last of all, where-
fore Luke Monroe clapped me on the
shoulder and congratulated me that I
was not likely to have an indigestion
from too speedy feeding, if I ran the
risk of getting no supper at all.
I would have bartered many sup-
pers to caich but one sight of Elea-
nora, where fore it chafed me that my |
and live.”
“Why, I thought not,” hs replied.
“If you did it, Master Yellow Domino,
vou would put in the shade all the
gentry who swallow swords and feed
on red-hot pokers. Now, speak. Nona
shall hurt you or your fellows. What
ie your name and who are your com-
rades?”’
“If you please, Sire,” I replied, “I
am Maurice Desmond, a captain in
your Majesty’s Irish Regiment of
Horse, and the Yellow Domino is not
cnly myself, but #9 other gentlemen
of the regiment.”
“Oh, ho!” he said;
guard tonight?”
“We were not invited to sup with
your Majesty,” I said, “so we bougat
a ticket for the mask and a yellow
domino. It has served us all.”
“And you are satisfied?” he asked,
politely. “You approve of my cook?”
“We never wish to sup better, Sire,”
I answered.
“Are there any more of you to sup?”
he asked, his lips twitching.”
“I am the last of the 30, Sire,” I
said.
“Why, heaven be praised for that,”
he responded, “or else we should have
a famine in our kitchen! I envy the
gentlemen of the Irish Regiment their
appetites.”
With that he roared with laughter,
as though he thought it the funniest
jest in the world; and all the others
joined him, so that the supper room
rang with merriment. But I stood
with my eyes on the ground, not dar-
ing to look at Eleanora’s face.
Suddenly the King became serious
and looked about him.
“Is there any one here who knows
Captain Maurice Desmond?” he began.
There was a little movement in the
crowd, but before any one else could
speak, my Eleanora stepped forward.
“Sire,” she said, “Sir Maurice Des-
mond is a most brave and honorable
gentleman, who iost his all fighting for
King James in Ireland.”
Her voice trembled, and, lifting my
eyes to hers, I could see that she
looked frightened as a fa-wn, yet brave
as a martyr.
“We were dear friends once,” she
went on, shaking like a reed, “but the
fortunes of war separated us. I have
never ceased to look for my friend
through all these five years past, yet
never thought to seek him in your
Majesty’s Irish Regiment.’
“The uniform of the Irish Regiment
has seen honorable service,” he said,
smiling at the shabby and discolored
coat, and taking a gleaming star from
his breast and pinning it wpon mine.
“It carries its wounds like yourself,
my friend, and like M. de Turenne.
No matter; the Irish Regiment shall
not be forgotten. I am giad—only for
the misfortune of my English cousin—
tc have such soldiers on my side. Now
the dance is forming. Will you not
lead cut the lady whose memory has
been so faithful?”
The next day I was called to the
King’s presence, and about the same
time there was left at my lodgings
a very fine taffeta suit, laced and
slashed, a gift from the King, so that
when I went to Court Eleanora had
no need to be ashamed cof me.
“As though I could be,” she says,
leading upon my shoulder to see what
I have written.
We have built again the Castle of
Bunclody, and, Peace having descend-
ed upon the country, we dwell there,
in great peace and great felicity, and
have a boy who is a fight*:g man, al-
though but three years old, and car-
ries his father’s sword, and, for re-
ward of goodness, is permitted to han-
dle the King’s star.—New York News.
“you were my
BUYING A BOX OF MATCHES.
Quite a Formidable Undertaking With
Natives of Samoa.
The natives of Samoa do not hurry
the trader unnecessarily... Time is no
object to them, says a writer in Lip-
pincott’s Magazine. The two or three
youngsters, who come and sit on the
veranda are willing to wait the trad-
er’s own convenience before they open
trafiic with him. Then their language
seems to the inexperienced strangely
uncommercial. .
“0, Apa, it is thus, and we two will
want?” the trader asks in the native
speech, ‘that you sit on my portico
beginning at sunrise and ending at all
day?”
‘0. Apa, it is thus, and we two will
declare the truth to thy highness.”
“Use not the high-sounding words
of the talk of chiefs; call me not ex-
cellency nor yet highness, for by that
I know you two are come to beg. That
thing do you two tell what you want,
and quickly.”
“0, Apa, smooth out the wrinkles
from thy heart, but listen. In the in-
significant hut of thy family of us two
there is tobacco, and we have plucked
the dry leaves of the banana. But
there is no fire. That thing have we
two come to ask of thy excellency. Af-
ford to us two the fire-scratcher, just
one box, for great is the poverty of
the family of us two.”
“0, pig-faced, it is the lie, and you
two come to beg, it is true. It is right
that you two buy fire-scratchers; I do
not give away the articles of wealth,
lest I, too, become poor while you two
have all things.”
“Thou knowest, O, Apa, the great
poverty of all this Samoa, and that we
too are poor people and of no account
We have not wherewith to buy. But
because great is the love of us two to
thy excellency we two give to thee the
loving gift of the fruit of the hen, one.”
“Not so is it true, dirt and pigs. If
you two love me you give me fruit of
the hen, two. Give them now to me
and my black-boy thing shall look
through them at the sun, and he shall
spin them on this ficor, and he shall
float them in water lest they be bad.”
“0, Apa, thou art wise to drive a
hard bargain, and Samoans are fool-
ish. Here, then, are these two fruits
of the hen; now give to us two the
box of fire-scratchers.”
Electricity in Agriculture.
An effort is being made in Sweden to
use electricity in agriculture. A seed
field is covered by a network cof wire
and a strong electric current is turned
on during nights and chilly days, but
cut off during sunny and warm
weather. The system was invented by
Professor Lemstrom, of Heisingfors,
Finland.
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Bed 4
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Sw
CH RENS
ih
A Scjourn in the South,
One pleasant autumn morning
Mr. Swallow said: “My dear,
The nights are growing chilly;
We will soon have frost, 1 fear.
Don’t you think the southern sunshine
And the breath of orange flowers
Would be most beneficial
For the children’s health and ours?”
Then little Mrs. Swallow
Wisely nodded her wee head.
“My husband dear is always right;
We'll go,” she promptly said.
‘Just help me get the breakfast,
A worm for each small mouth,
And we'll start before it’s sundown
For a sojourn in the south.”
~ —San Franciseo Chronicle.
Tabby’s Baby.
“Come, Tabby,” called Roy, “here
pussy, pussy, puss!” And Tabby trotted
out of the closet; she thought that
meant dinner.
“Bring out your new Kitty to show
Jamie,” said the little boy, stroking
her soft ccat. ‘Tabby purred and
rubbed against Roy's knee. Then she
trotted into the clcset again and car-
ried out a littl bundle of fur and laid
it at Roy’s feet.
Jamie smiled and stretched out his
hands for it. “Isn’t it pitty?” he said.
“ ’Ittle malty kitty wiv a white neck-~
tie!”
Roy carefully placed the kitten in
Jamie’s arms. “You bet it’s a beau-
ty. Ain’t got its eyes open yet. You
see,” he added, wisely, “it only came
yesterday, that’s why it's so little.”
Tabby was sitting on a chair watch
ing the proceedings anxiously. Now
she laid one paw on Jamie's arm, but
the little fellow didn’t seem to nctice
it. He lifted the kilten and pressed it
against his check. How soft and warm
it was!
“There was three kittens,” Roy went
on, “only Bridget drowned the other
two, ‘cause she don’t like cats. I just
saved this one, and I think it's the
prettiest of all. Tabby’s awfully jeal-
ous of everybody that touches it, ain’t
you, pussy?”
Tabby answered with a loud “mia-
ow!” She humped up her back and
waved her tail angrily and stuck out
her claws and said as plainly as she
could, “Give me my baby or I'll scratch
you.”
“Better put it down,” said Roy, so
Jamie placed the kittie caref-lly on
the floor with one last loving pat. |
"Tabby jumped dewn and almost pounc-
ing on her baby, trotted off with it to
the closet.
“Wish vat kittie was mine,” sighed
Jamie. He did so love pussies.
“Well, I tell you, we'll go halves on
it,” said Roy. ‘‘And when it gets really
big and Tabby can spare it, maybe I'll
give you my part, ’cause two cats is an
awful lot, ’specially when Bridget don’t
like ‘em ’round.” And Jamie was
happy.—Brcoklyn Eagle.
The Muskrat Talks.
A boy who often used a path alcng
the banks of a river caught sight one
afternoon of a muskrat on the bank of
the stream. He was looking around
for a club or a stcne to throw at the
animal, when the muskrat said:
“It would be no use for you to
throw at me, as 1 would be under water
as soon as you raised your arm. You
would better come here and have. a
talk. A boy of your age should know
all about the animals to be found
around his home. I suppcse you have
seen a muskrat Lefore?”
“Lots of times,.” repiied the boy.
“And why do they call us musk-
rats?y >
“I don’t know.”
“Your teacher in schocl probably
could have told you. It is because we
carry a little bag of musk with us.
Whenever you smell the perfume you
may remember that it comes from us.
One drop of musk will scent your
clothes for a year. It is not much used
in America, but in Europe, especially
in the olden times, it was a favorite
perfume. Kings used to use so much
away, and very often it was sprinkled
cf it, that you could smell them rods
over the motar and plastered upon the
walls of churches. Did you ever ask
anybody how | lived?
“You must live like the woodchuck,”
replied the boy.
“Not at all, young man. The wood-
chuck has a burrow in a bark, and al-
ways seeks dry ground, while I have a
house in a swamp or marsh, znd spend
much of my time in the water. When
I do not build a house I make my
home in a hole in the bank. Let me
tell you that I can swim almcst as fast
as a fish, though I can’t stay under
water morc than eight or ten minutes
at a time. Had I been afraid of you
I should have made a dive and swam
clear across the river before coming
up to breathe.”
“I should think you would get water
in your ears.”
“Do ycu know why I den’t? It is be-
cause naturg has provided me with lit-
tle valves in my ears to shut the water
out. If you dive vou get water in your
ears, and .there is a roaring in your
head, but nothing of that sort happens
to me. I can hear under water almost
as well as when I am on the land. If
you open your eyes under water they
ache, but mine do not; nc ratter how
muddy the stream is, my eyes never
get sore. I am like a fish about that.”
“What do you eat?” asked the boy.
“Grasses, roots and barks mostly.
but sometimes I nibble at apples and
vegetables. I can always find plenty to |
eat, winter or summer, and I never
Lave to go far from the water. I sea
you are locking for a hole in the bank
but you won’t find one. I dig into the
bank below the surface of the river so
that no one may know where I live.
1 can dig like a woodchuck and my
Burrow is sometimes ten feet long. The
chamber at the end of it is above water
so that I have a dry bed when I want |
to sleep. Sometimes the river rises and
drives me out; but in sach cases I
make my bed in the ccarse grasses
along the edges. Didn’t you ever see a
muskrat’s hous: in a swamp?”
“No, I never did.”
“Well, we build a house almost like
the beaver, except that we use grasses
instead of sticks and limbs. We plaster
the roof with mud, and we have two
and three roon:s inside, and we always
enter and leave them from below. I
have been in a house when tte hunters
came out on the ice and broke their
way through the top and I was swim-
ming away at the first alarm. The
only way to catch us is to set steel
traps for us at the mouth of our bur-
rows. We are rot as cute as the mink
or beaver, though some of us die of old
age and never get a foot into a trap.”
“I nave seen caps and capes and
mnuffs and gloves made of muskrat fur,”
said the boy.
“Of course you have,” said the musk-
rat, “and let me tell you that the
furriers dye our skins and sell them
for what they are not. Some of the
capes called American seal are nothing
but American muskrat. However, there
is a big demand for our fur {for what it
is, and men hunt us so closely that in
a few years more there will be none
left.”
“When a muskrat is zaught in a trap
what does he do?”
“He makes a great struggle, of
course, and does his best to pull his
foot out. Sometimes he gnaws his
leg off, the same as a beaver, but if the
trap is under water he generally
drowns before anything can be done. I
once caugit the end of my tail in a
trap and lost two inches of it in get-
tray and lost two inches of it in get-
ting away, but it grew out again after
a while. Had :»y leg been caught I
should not have had the pleasure of
this talk with you. I''m going now,
and you can remember what I've told
you and relate it to the other pupils
in your school.”—-San Francisco Chron-
icle.
A ‘““Migcht-Have- Been’ Quarral,
Jennie Andrews and Alice Smithers
have lived next door to each other ever
since they can remember, and both of
them are ‘‘“‘nalf-past eieven,” as they
say. And never yet have they had a
real quarrel, although last week—but
just listen carefully. And never, never
be so careless or so positive yourselves.
Jennie is learning to embroider, and
Alice dues basket-work with rafiia and
canes and such things. One day last
week they sat out on the shady place
between the two houses together, and
they had a lovely time making presents
for the vchoola:ate who is tc have a
birthday party very soon. Then thds
very little girl came over to seer them,
and the girls, sedIng her coming, tuck-
ed their work away under the edges of
the two porches. They were hunt-
ing four leaved clovers, as innocent
and unconscious looking as you please,
when she sat dewn on the grass very
near.
Then they had another lovely time,
and neither thought of the worl: again
until late the next evening. Jennie,
when she remembered, ran over to see
Alice about it, and met Alice con:ing
over to talk to her. Each had looked
in every place the could think of, but
neither could find what she sought.
“You must have taken my work in
with yours,” they said, simultaneously,
stopping half way.
“I just know I haven't seen yours;
so you must have had mine!” was the
next simultaneous statement.
“I think you're just too mean for
anything. There, now!”
This was what the respective moth-
ers heard after a few moments. Then
the two women advanced from the op-
posite front porches, and stood lcok-
ing down at the two girls. And each
held in her hand a little package of
worl.
“I found this under the edge of the
porch last evening, and laid it up here
on the porch table. Is it yours, Jen-
nie?”
This from Mrs. Andrews.
“I farcy this belongs to you, Alice,”
came the gentle voice of Mrs. Smith-
ers. “Fido (the pet dog owned in com-
mon by the two girls) brought it over
to me this morning when I was look-
ing after the flowers. I don’t know
where the raffia is. This was all he
brought to me.”
Down to the edge of tne porch stoop-
ed Alice, very red of cheek and down-
cast of eye, and drew out ike forgot-
ten bunch of material. :
Down to the edge of the other perch
stooped Jennie, also very red and
shamefaced, and drew out the little
case of embroidery, silks she, tco, had
forgotten.
Then, very quietly, the two girls
looked at each other, smiled apologeti-
cally, and slipped away from the smil-
ing gaze of their mothers. And
the “might-have-been” qu..rel didn’t
come to pass, fortunately, afier all.—
Chicago Record-tierald.
King Dagobert’s Throne.
Much has b-en written about the an-
tiquit of the throne on which King ®d-
ward of England was crowned, but, as
French journalists are now taking
pains to point out, it is not nearly as
old as the throne of King Dagobert,
which is still religiously preserved at
the National library in Paris. Ac-
cording to the best authorities, this!
throne dates back to the seventh cen-
tury, and consequently it is many years
older than the throne of Edward the
Confessor. Morcover, thers is a pop-
nlar traditicn that it was fashioned by
a saint who possessed much skill in
carving and engraving. However this
may be, the French are very proud of
the ancient relic.
A wink is a punctuation mark in
the language of the eye.
KEYSTONE STATE NEWS GUNDENSED
PENSIONS GRANTED.
Hunter Shot—Killed While Playing
a Joke—Big Haul by Robbers.
Gas Explosion.
The claims of the following appli-
canty were favorably recommended
and their names placed on the pen-
sion list during the past week: Val-
entine Renner, Erie, $8; Samuel
Koon, Titusville, $6; Wesley P. Nor-
ris, Pittsburg, $6; Henry Minley,
Edinboro, $12; Philip Lape, Johns-
town, $14; Robert H. Young, West
Sunbury, $12; Theodore Orris, Har-
risburg, $8; Joseph Burger, ' Jones
Mills, $17; Martin Butler, Upper Mid-
dletown, $10; William P. Starrett,
North Warren, $$; John T. McCurry,
Allegheny, $12; Trowbridge L. Smith,
New Albany, $12; Charles A. Feather,
Middletown, $10; John Brose, Sharps-
burg, $8; David McCann, Gillett, $10;
Henry P. Horn, Indiana, $10; Louis
Labault, Derry City, $8; Thomas Pye,
Washington, $12; Solomon S. Mays,
Karns City, $72; Leonard Jones, Har-
rishurg, $17.
There was received at the attor-
ney general's department at Harris-
burg a petition from Frank H. Thomp-
son, of Philadelphia, asking that the
attorney general grant the use of the
name of the Commonwealth in a suit
against the Reading Railroad Com- .
pany to show why its charter should
not be revoked for alleged violation
of the state constitution, which pro-
hibits a coal-carrying company from
engaging in mining.
A gang of robbers have been work-
ing in Altoona and vicinity and al-
most nightly some residence or store
is entered. The store of the Eighth
Ward Merchandise Company was en-
tered and goods to the value of $80
carried away. The house of John
Wilson, superintendent at the new
classification sard at Elizabeth fur-
nace, was also entered. The robbers
secured $378, a gold watch and two
revolvers.
At the session of the Daughters of
the American Revolution in Belle-
fonte, Mrs. Charles Fairbanks, presi-
dent general of the organization, said
she was in favor of state organiza-
tion; that the object of the order was
not to foster aristocracy, but to
teach the rising generation true Amer-
icanisim. >
The Philadelphia Gas Company has
purchased two gas wells from George,
Themas and Andrew Heilman, of
Manor township, near Kittanning,
and another well from R. A. McCul-
lough, John Rebold and “Ben”
Reese, of this place. Th price paid
for the three wells was $22,000.
James Smith, employed at the Alice
mines, near Mt. Pleasant, was in-
stantly killed by a falling vein of coal.
A year ago a son of the victim who
served with Company E, Tenth regi-
ment, during the Spanish war, was
killed by a freight train.
The home of Frank Hintz, a non-
union man, was dynamited at Shameo-
kin. The explosive was placed on
the back door sill and the door was
splintered and the windows shattered
by the concussion. Hintz was not at
home when the explosion occurred.
Philip Bender was assaulted at
Meadville by highwaymen. After
fleecing their victim of $16 in money
and a gold watch worth $85, the high-
waymen threw him into the canal. He
was taken out of the water in a drown-
ing condition.
The coroner's jury at Punxsu-
tawney inquiring into the mysterious
death of 16-year-old Agnes Tompkins,
took a recess until October 14, when
the chemical examination of the dead
girl’s stomach will be submitted.
William Cunningham, a coke draw-
er employed at the Colebrook works
near Connellsville, was shot and in-
stantly killed while playing a joke
upon Mrs. Rose Keffer, the woman
with whom he boarded.
President John Mitchell when in-
formed that Governor Stone had call-
ed: out the entire National Guard said:
“If they call out all the troops in the
United States it won't make the men
go to work.”
The Pennsylvania delegate to the
G. A. R. encampment at Washing-
ton, D. C., held a caucus and unani-
mously indorsed Adjutant General
Thomas J. Stewart for commander-
in-chief.
Rev. George H. Seville, of Pitts-
burg, believes that immersion is the
scriptural form of baptism. He left
the United Presbyterian church and
was received into the Baptist faith.
An explosion of natural gas in the
cellar of the store of James Stitzel,
Ann street, Homestead, resulted in
the injury of five people and prop-
erty damage amqunting to $13,600.
Rev. George P. Donechoo, pastor of
the First . Presbyterian church, at
Sharon, tendered lis resignation and
later at a meeting of the board of
trustees withdrew the resignation.
The thirty-third annual meeting of
the Pittsburg Synod of the Reformed
‘Church of the United States met in
annual session in the Grace Reformed
church at Jeannette.
At Bellefonte Frank Beckwith, con-
victed of murder in the second de-
gree for the murder of his wife, was
sentenced.to nine years in the West-
ern penitentiary.
The Blairsville College for Women,
which had to close on account of an
outbreak of diphtheria, has resumed.
C. B. Rich, of Duncannon, a Penn-
sylvania railroad brakeman. was Kkill-
ed, and five men were injured in a
rear-end collision of freight trains
near Mifflin.
Eastern Lape, a well known farmer
of Casselman, near Connellsville, is
the first hunter to meet death by ac-
cidental shooting this season.
The Fourteenth and Eighteenth
regiments, National Guard, and Bat-
tery B, left Pittsburg for the mining
regions Tuesday.
Work has been started on the new
blast furnace to be erected by the
Sharon Steel Company.