Be ii 2! ¥ Lula sobbed audibly; yet, drying her | tears, she replied: 1 & IS IT YOU? PEARLS CF THOUGHT. FOUND AN EASY VICTIM. KEYSTONE STATE GULLINGS ig ES pe ud rh. Some one’s selfish; some one's lazy; Is it you? Some one's sense of right is hazy; s it you? Some one lives a life of ease, Doing largely as he please, Drifting idly with the breeze— Is it you? Some one hopes success will find him; Is it you? Some one proudly looks behind him; Is it you? Some one full of good advice Seems to think it rather nice In a “has been's’” paradise— Is it you? Some one trusts to luck for winning; Is it you? Some one craves a new beginning; Is it you? Some one says, ‘I never had Such a chance as Jones lad,” Some one's likewise quite a cad— Is it you? Some one’s terribly mistaken ; 1s it you? Some one sadly will awaken; s it you? Some one's working on the plan That a masterful “I can” Doesn't help to make the man— Is you? Some one yet may. “make a killing,” And it’s you. Some one needs but to be willing, it's vou. Some one better set his jaw, Cease to be a man of straw. Get some sand into his craw-— And it's you. —Baltimore American. The Dutch Painter. = °@ we By KATE LUBY. RERRRERRRRREW HL AMR In the centre of a quiet village stood an inn, the proprietor of which was named Fritz; nearly opposite was the cottage of the village painter, rejoicing in the odd name of Tunder, at whose door might be seen boards represent- ing grotesque caricature paintings, as signs of his profession. Of a truth, poor Tunder had a great love for his art; but, sorrowful to re- late, his art had no love for him! He was vain and conceited, as nearly all pretenders to excellence are, yet he found a liberal patron and an ardent admirer in old Fritz, who carried his patronage so far as to promise him his lovely little daughter Lula in mar- riage. Now Lula and her good mother had another young gentleman in their minds’ eye; it was Rudolph, the hand- some young gardener and huntsman, who loved Lula most fondly and truly, but who failed to make an impression on the flinty bosom of old Fritz. The day was fixed for Lula’s mar- riage with Tunder, and mother and daughter went bristling through their preparations with tearful eyes and sgddened hearts, which ill befitted a bridal day. To give more eclat to the wedding Fritz ordered a new sign, and Tunder’s talents were called in requisition. Just then a young artist, who had that day arrived from the city, offered to paint a sign, representing the arch- duke, on very reasonable terms. Lula and her mother voted for the artist's sign, and stubborn old Fritz swore that Tunder alone should share the glory with himself. At length a com- promise was effected; both paintings should be done, and a place over the inn door awarded to that one which displayed most ability. The wedding day had arrived, and Tunder was first in the field with his sign, but no one could make anything out of it. “Behold!” cried the villagers, “a miserable abortion, which represents neither fish, flesh, nor fowl?” “What is it?” asked one. “It is a mutilated Indian from the wilds of the West!” replied his neigh- bor. “Ignorant wretches!” shouted Tun- der, choking with indignation. “Ye have eyes and see not!’ so saying, he seized his brush and painted under- neath the portrait, “To the great Leo- pold.” Shouts and groans followed the an- nouncement, not for “Leopold,” but for Tunder, who had so shamefully mis- represented him. The city’s artist's painting was next displayed and produced a spontaneous burst of enthusiastic applause. Never before had the people beheld so lifelike and well executed a likeness of their very popular archduke; and the artist, in order to escape being em- braced to death, beat a hasty retreat fnto the garden in the rear, and sat musingly on a bench. _In the midst of triumph his heart was bowed down beneath the load of some secret sorrow that was devouring him. Unhappy Rollo! A few short days since had seen him the favorite artist of a brilliant court, enjoying the repu- tation of a Raphael, and on the high- road to fame and fortune. * A noble lady of the court, and who was a ward of the archduke, had made a deep and lasting impre heart. and he soon perceived that his passion was returned. Jealous rivals and slanderous tongues Were quickly at work to misrepresent his conduct to his generous patron. The noble spirit of Rollo could not brook the wrong done to his honor, and madden- ed by the thought of being accused of tampering with the lady’s affections, he fled the court, went to ply his vocation among ob- scure villagers. He had not been long sitting in the garden, before he iearned that there were others equally unhappy. Lula and her lover were sitting in an arbor taking a, last, loving farewell of each other. «why not fly with me, dearest Lu- ; “If you v 12?” murmured Rudolph not do so. a few short hours vou wedded to that hateful Tunc and lost to me forever!” on on his wed a disguise, and | “] cannot fly with you, though you know how much I love you, Rudolph; to fly would grieve my father and break my mother’s heart. I am full of hope that Heaven will yet smile on our love.” “Poor little Lula!” sighed Rollo, as she and her lover left the garden. Fatigue and anxiety overpowered him, and he was soon sleeping sound- ly, and dreaming of his ladylove. He never heeded the sounding of bugles and galloping of horses, which startled all the village. The Archduke Leopold, with the beautiful arch-duchess, accompanied by her ladies and officers of the court, were on a hunting excursion and dash- ed through the village. They halted in front of the inn, expressing their atonishment and gratitude to Fritz at the beauty of his sign, and the great loyalty he had evinced toward the archduke. The arch-duchess placed a chain of gold around Fritz's neck, de- manding to see the village artist who had painted the sign. After a long search Rollo was found, peacefully sleeping in the garden. Great was their delight and surprise at finding the ‘glory of their court,” as they termed him. The archduke folded him in his arms, and told him he had never doubted his honor. He must instantly return to court, no longer in the capacity of a poor artist, but as the Baron de T—, which title, with its estates, the arch- duke was ready to bestow on him. Then he said he was greatly in need of Rollo's services as chief physician to his lovely ward, who was never seen to smile since his departure! “And now is there aught you wish me to do for your friend here?” asked the archduke. Rollo related in a few words, the story of Lula and Rudolph, on hearing which the duke beckoned to Fritz, and in a few moments the old man called the young couple, Lula and Rudolph, and gave his consent to their marriage. “We shall have a double wedding,” cried the archduchess, as she placed a valuable diamond ring on Lula’s finger. In a few minutes the whole village was moving in one grand procession towards the palace—Rollo, with his noble bride elect, Rudolph, with his faithful Lula by his side, old Fritz and his wife, almost beside themselves with joy at the unexpected honors shown them by the great Leopold. The blare of trumpets, the rolling of drums, and the ringing of marriage bells formed the theme of conversation of all the village for many years agter. Tunder was not invited to the dou- ble wedding. He did not hang him- self: more wise, by far, he emigrated to some distant land.—New York Weekly. WHY SHE STAYED AT HOME. The Reason Was Good, But it Was Mean to Make Her Tell It. Short and tart were her answers over the telephone, and though the young man begged her to disclose the cause of her ill temper to the end that ex- planations might be made, she would have none of him, and the interview terminated with g click as she hung up the receiver in the middle of one of his speeches. He took the“contemplated trip to the beach with another girl and vainly sought to convince himself that she was as good company as the inamora- ta. Even that experience did not bring him to the properly humble frame of mind, however, and it was a week before he set forth to demand an explanation and re-establish the cordial relations. She received him witu evident glad- ness, but was unwilling to enter into any explanation until the prospect of a second znd more definite quarrel loosened her tongue. “you frightened me,” she said with tears in her eyes. ‘‘You-:would have been cross, too, if some one had 1ung the telephone bell in your ear when you were not expecting it,” “Doesn't the telephone bell always ring unexpectedly?” he argued. i | could not very well have sent word around that I was going to call you up.” “No,” she admitted; “but you need not have called me up just then. I spilled my medicine, and that made me cross.” “I did not know you were ill,” he cried in penitence. “Was it serious?” “No,” she said hastily. ‘It was noth- ing at all serious, only it made me very angry. I'm sorry I mentioned it.” “Won't you teil me,” he pleaded tend- erly. She shook her head. “Very well, then,” -he said, rising. “Since I no longer enjoy your confi- dence, it is perhaps as well that we should meet as strangers in the fu- ture.” He was almost at the dcor when soft arms were thrown about his neck. “1 can’t let you go like this,” she led. “You see,” and the flushed > buried itself in the gray coat, “I going to surprise you with my ss. It wag all while—every- new dr | thing—and I had the loveliest open- | work stockings and kid pumps, and I— I—I had just the tiniest little corn, and I was just putting some iodine on it when the bell rang and I jumped— and it went all over my foot. And really, Jack, I couldn’t go to Manhat- tan with you with that horrid yellow al over my foot; now could I, dear?” —New York Pre In Trimming a Tree. yming a tree it should be re- memb 4d that the wound made by cutting off a limb close to the trunk will soon heal over, while made by cutting off the or mere inches from the eads to decay and iltimate loss of the tree In (ri 2 sometimes To Preserve Brooms. Brooms that are dipped into scalding soapsuds once a week will have their bristles so toughened that they will wear much longer than brushes that are not so treated. Moth Preventive. : Powdered alum and borax mixed to- gether have heen found very effectual as moth preventives. As the usual moth preventives have an intensely disagreeable odor it is worth while try- ing this mixture, which, of course, has no smell. °F To Hemstitch on a Machine. Draw threads from the cloth to be hemstitched and baste the edge of the hem in the centre of drawn threads. Then loosen the tension of machine and stitch very close to the edge of hem. Remove bastings and pull hem down to edge of drawn threads.—Na- tional Magazine. Three Good Suggestions. A loosened knife handle can be sat- isfactorily mended by filling the cavity in the handle two-thirds full of rosin and brick dust. Heat the shank of the the knife ‘and while very hot press it into the handle, holding it in place until firmly set. If the cover a fruit jar sticks do not attempt to wrench it off; simply invert the jar and place the top in hot water for a minute. Then try it and you will find it turns easily. When a broom becomes shorter on one side and sharp as needles, dip it into hot water, trim it evenly with the shears and you will have a broom nearly as good 4s new.—National Mag- azine. The Sunday Night Supper. I wish I could head an insurrection against the Sunday night supper as it is usually met. It would be swept out of existence with a celerity that would be astonishing even in this day of rap- id transit. Gone forever would be the supper table of one section of the country—the plate of cold chipped beef or dried codfish, the pile of white and brown bread, the little dish- es of apple sauce, the large pale ginger cookies. Gone, too, would be that other variety of supper table which thinks to make up for its lack of sa- vory dishes by its much cake. I am afraid even baked beans and brown bread, beloved as they are by certain worthy beings, might not stand against the besom of destruction. Instead of any or all of these the supper table that should supplant them should be a board of surprises. The Sunday night supper should be the un- expected feast of the week. At this meal the family would never know what to look for. One time the repast would be hot and savory, the next it would be cold, but no less savory. New and startling salads would make their first bow, so to speak, at the Sun- day night supper table, and it would be the housekeeper’s dissipation to de- vise and search out novelties for this meal. Here she should give rein to any pioneering or adventurous spirit she had in her, and train her family to equal daring.—Harper’s Bazar. Recipes. Cornmeal Doughnuts—Pour a tea- cupful and omne-nalf of boiling milk over two teacupfuls of meal; when cool add two cups of flour, one of but- ter, one and one-half of sugar, three eggs; flavor with nutmeg or with cin- namon; let rise till very light; roll about one-half inch thick, cut in dia- mond shape and fry in hot lard. Inferno Eggs— “Eggs of the Inferno” is a tempting Italian dish. Put half a cupful of olive oil in a deep frying pan. Season with salt and cayenne pepper. When the oil is hot slice into it three ripe tomatoes, which have been peeled. Cock until the tomatoes are tender, stirring them well into the oil. Break half a dozen eggs into the mixture and fry until firm. Serve hot on crisp lettuce leaves. This sounds very rich, but certainly not more so than bason and eggs. : Apple Compote—Peel a half dozen red tart apples, core and cut in halves. Have in readiness a syrup made from a quart of water, a cup and one-half of sugar and the juice and grated peel of a lemon and a half. As soon as it boils put in the apples and cook until they are tender but not broken. Lift the apples carefully into a glass dish, boil the syrup until quite thick, cool a little so as not to break the dish, and pour over the apples. Serve with cream, plain or whipped. From Italy—An Italian dish of to- matoes is described in Good House- keeping. Select not too ripe toma- toes and cut off about a quarter of an inch from the blossom end, using a very Ss p knife. Scoop out part of the and fill the tomato cup with well wa d and soaked rice, in which has been xed a little chopped pars- ley, a pinch of several pungent herbs, salt, red pepper and a good portion of olive oil. Bake the tomatoes in a deep baking in seasonaed olive oil, two-thirds of a .cup to nine toes. Cook the rice is of the Serve hot which thev wil There may be more spirituality in rn bowl of soup than in a sermon. So long as truth lives it will grow and outgrow all the clothes we make for it. Slander is checked by the hearty and charitable speech.—Scottish Re- former. When the church is frozen with formalism it needs more than fires of eloquence. The fruitful lives are the ones that sow seeds of gratitude in the fur- rows of affliction. Every great man is always being helped by everybody; for his gift is to get good out of all things and all persons.—Scottish Reformer. There is always a best way of doing everything, if it be to boil an egg. Manners are the happy way of doing things. Maners are very communica- ble; men catch them from each oth- er.— Emerson. For your health keep out in the open air as much as possible; for your religion, keep faith in your neighbor; and for your mental advancement, keep up the practice of engaging in conversation each day some one whom you know to be your superior. —Edward Everett Hale. PRINCESS MATHILDE’S HOME. Charming Hospitality of the Saturday Afternoons at St. Gratien. The Saturday guests at St. Gratien will no longer come to enjoy a hospi- tality which called to mind that for- merly offered by the most French of all the princesses of the Renaissance, Margaret of Navarre. In those long avenues where the hostess would walk with her elastic step, followed by her dogs, conversation worthy of the “Heptameron” would be carried on by men of such names as Sainte-Beuve, Taine, Flaubert, Emile Ollivier, Theo- phile Gautier, or the Goncourt broth- ers. To the latter many cruel indis- cretions may be forgiven in considera- tion of their having included in their “Journal” a minute and faithful ac- count of the life led at St. Gratien. They have depicted, without omitting a single one, every detail of this man- sion, which, if it has nothing regal in itself, is rendered beautiful by the view it commands over the lake of Enghien and the forest of Montmoren- ¢y. The studio, crowded like a con- servatory with palms and ferns, re- lieved by picturesque, exotic orna- ments, contains immense | divans, where the assembled guests whiled away the warm hours of the afternoon. They read, or drew or conversed, while the princess sat before her easel or at her tapestry-frame, talking; or lis- tening to some one who read aloud, em- broidered marvelous patterns invented or designed by herself. Then came the large rooms on the ground floor, draw- ing rooms, library and dining room, all hung alike in chintz with oleander flowers on a seagreen tinted ground, of which she used to say: “lI am so fond of my old chintz with friends sit- ting upon it.” Then came the more private apart- ments; in their toy furniture she kept dainties for her dogs; the great look- ing glasses mirrored the knickknacks scattered about; the walls and chairs were decked with fresh colored stuffs the brightness of which pleased her.— From Mme. Blanc’'s “The Late Prin- cess Mathilde” in the Century. Why Quote Dicker? “Why,” asked the man from New York, “did Secretary Taft use quotes or quotation marks on either side of the word “dicker” in his Bowen let- ter. Dicker is a good old word. It was used before most of us were born. It comes from good parents— unless you count to many of them. In Iceland they call it daker and dak- ir, although the former spelling is said to be dekr; in Danish it is de- ger; in Germany is is decher. One Mr. Noah Webster says that in all probabilities the word came from the Latin decra, dacrum and the higher Latin decuria. This means a division of ten, of course, and once was ap- plied only to leather. The first men- tion . of it in English is in some. old books in which ‘a dicker of gloves’ is mentioned. Heywood speaks of ‘a dicker of cowhides.” John Greenleaf Whittier gives it a different meaning, in a way, when he uses it in one of his verses as a noun, saying: ‘For pedling dicker, not for honest sales.’ And J. Fenimore Cooper’ uses the word in a sentence, ‘Ready to dicker and to swap.” It's a Yankee word, all right, but as I asked before, why did Taft not have enough Yankee courage to use it as such?’—New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Remarkable Case. At a recent meeting of the Academy of Science, Paris, M. Berger submitted radiographs of a man afflicted with Osteomalacia, or decalcification of the skeleton. His height hadi lowered from one metre and fifty-seven centi- mtres to ninety-five centimetres, and all his voluntary movements had be- come impossible except those of the head. Treated at first with chloro- form, on the understanding that his malady was of microbian origin, and then with phosphorus, the deminer- alisation went on, and was only ar- rested spontaneously after the aban- donment of all medification. The skeleton appears now to have recal- cified to some extent, and the patien can move I limbs. His general is .good. His is a rare case of : taneous amelioration. The house of ona, where Juli lived, is to be lefy creditors. Boston Photographer Falls to Very Old Trick. A man went into a Boston photo grapher’s gallery the other day. Men have done this before and survived— even though taken from life. The man was on the usual errand, a fact that he carefully imparted to the artist. “Make the best presentation you can of me, gentle sir,” he said in a court- eous way. “And while I need but one, a dozen will not come amiss. Let them be your premier cabinets, for 1 would not curtail the expense.” I'he photographer rubbed his hands together in a purring way. “I will try to satisfy you, sir,” he said. “Pray be seated.” The subject smiled as the artist posed him. “L.will admit,” he said, “that.I de sire te look my very best. A heart's happiness this portrait makes.” “I fully comprehend,” said the artist. The sitter glanced at his vest. “Seems rather dull and tame to me,” he said. “Ought to be bright ened up a little. Here, supose you let me wear that watch and chain of yours just as a catchy outward dec- oration.” So the smiling photographer passed him the gold watch with its heavy chain and the sitter donned them with perceptible pleasure. “That’ll go fine with the rest of the makeup,” he said, and a moment or two later after the photographer had stepped out to get a dry plate or something he returned to find that the watch and chain had gone with the rest of the makeup to parts unknown. And all this happened in simple old Boston.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Dr. Braman and the Fiddlers. The Rev. Milton P. Braman, D. D,, for thirty-five years pastor of the First Church of Danvers, Mass., retir- ing in 1861, was widely known as a preacher and theologian. He was, however, conservative to the point of bigotry, anti eccentric withal. One of his eccentricities was his determined opposition to instrumental music in church, wheh he seemed to regard as little short of sacrilege. Therefore, it may readily be understood that when the parish introduced a first and second violin and bass as accompani- ment to the singing of the choir, the doctor’s ire was aroused, and he took no pains to conceal it. On the Sunday after the introduc- tion of the carnal instruments, when the preacher rose to announce the first hymn, he @id it in this wise: “The choir will now please to fiddle and sing to the glory of God the 100th Psalm.” Judge Peabody’s Irate Client. Some years ago the husband of an Irish lady in Portland, Maine, found himself in difficulty, requiring the ser: vices of an attorney. So the wife, who managed affairs, went to a lead- ing concern which she'd employed be: fore, only to find it had been secured by the othér side. Inquiring who she’d better employ, Lawyer Peabody, now a justice of the supreme judicial court of Maine, was recommended. He was engaged, but the opposite party won. A few days later an acquaintance, referring to her mistfortune, asked the lady if she had counsel. ‘Yes, I did,” she emphatically re- plied. “I had Paybody, and I might just as well had nobody.” In Doubt About the Head. Patrick Murphy, while passing down Tremont street, Boston, was hit on the head by a brick which fell from a building in process of construction. One of the first things he did after being taken home and put to bed was to send for a lawyer. A few days later he received word to call, as his lawyer had settled the case. He called and received five crisp, new $100 bills. “How much did you get?” he asked. “Two thousand dollars,” answered the lawyer, “Two thousand, and you give me $5002 Say, who got hit by that brick, you or me?” Blind Men Used Striped Paint. A short time ago a ‘salesman from the Pennsylvania Institute for the Blind came to Fall River to " sell prooms. In the course of his talk, he explained that the brooms were made by blind people, of whom he as one. After he had departed, one of the men who heard him tell his story said: “I believe all he said about lind men making the brooms, but how can they paint the stripes on the tandles?” “Oh,” # sald another, , ‘they use striped paint for. that.”—Boston Her- ald. His Maiden Name Was Moses. When the writer first taught in a southern college she was much inter- asted in the negro problem, although aot connected with a school for the blacks. - Meeting a shiny-faced little ragmuffin on the college campus one ay, 1 sald: “Well,” my little “man, what’s your name, please?” The miniature Hottentot pulled off his tattered hat and replied: “Dey calls me Pete, missis, but my maiden aame’s Moses. —Boston Herald. Her Favorites. As back on the prospect My When, grown up, Wwe courted, I kept at her call Liv 50N and poems al. ry 1 € —McLandburgh Wilson. TEN MORE MILLS TO START. American Tin Plate Company Makes Ready for Further Resumptions at New Castle. Notices were posted August 24 by ‘he American Tin Plate Company for lhe employes of 10 of the 30 mills n the Shenango plant at New Castle, the largest tin works in the world, to report for duty Monday. It is under- stood that the others will resume shortly afterward. The Greer plant started two weeks ago, Two Morganza boys escaped from State Parole Officer George M. Per- mar at Transfer, 30 miles north of New Castle, by making a headlong dive through the car window when the train was running 40 miles an hour. Permar secured the boys at Erie and had them manacled together in the seat behind him. While he sat talking wth a friend just after the rain had pulled out of Transfer and had attained speed the boys dove through the window. The alarm was ziven and the train backed to the point of escape but the boys had dis- appeared. A large frame shanty used by the laborers employed on thre straighten- ing of the Pennsylvania railroad tracks at Tyrone was destroyed by fire. Many of the wardrobes of the occupants were consumed, together with money which most of them had secreted in their Jockers and trunks. Over $1,500 in money was burned up, Contractor H. S. Kerbaugh’s loss ig $500. The fire was caused in a pecu- liar manner. A gasqline lamp burn- ing in the shanty was blown out. The next man to come in struck a match and the escaping gas was ignited, rausing an explosion. The New Castle forge and bolt works was almost completely de- stroyed by fire, throwing over 300 men out of employment. The entire forge department, containing valu- ible machinery, gas generators, etc. burned having caught supposedly from the gas. The engine rooms operat- (ng the remaining departments were destroyed. President €. J. Kirk says the loss will reach over $100,000, with insurance of $70,000. All the de- partments were called and it took three hours to get the fire under con- trol. The eleventh annual reuuion of the 5ld Atlantic and Great Western rail- road employes was held in Meadville ind the attendance was exceptionally arge. Kent, O., was chosen as the 1ext meeting place and the following officers were elected: President, Charles Bortz, Kent, O.; vice presi- dent, M. H. Ricker, Gallion; treas- arer, John Eckert, Meadville; secre- ;ary, W. E. Nichols, Meadville. The secretary reported that there are 11,28 members of the organization on he roll. Anti-toxin for use by diptheria pa- ients, who cannot afford to pay for t, will hereafter be distributed free -hroughout the State through the new Department of Health, of which Dr. Samuel G. Dixon, of Philadelphia; is the official .head. Distribution sta- sions will be established immediately n every county and the distribution will be made on the order of the shysicians in charge of all such cases. The sawmill and company store of Hyde & Routt, contractors for the Frandin Lumber company at - Eagle Rock, 12 miles east of Oil- City, to- rether with 5,000,000 feet of new lum- ber, were destroyed by fire Fire- men with steamers from this city ind Warren succeeded in checking the flames, which started from the boiler n the mill. The loss is estimated at $40,000. Plans for consolidating the Penn- sylvania and Mahoning Valley lines, operating the local lines of Youngs- own and New Castle, and the inter- irban lines; the Sharon local and in- lerurban lines and the Park and Falls ine of Youngstown, are ready, and ‘he proposition is to be submitted to he stockholders. An epidemic of typhoid fever has sroken out in the vicinity of Me- Cleary postoffice, Butler county, and within a week 23 cases have develop- ad. The first case was fatal. The whole countryside attended the funeral and within three days there were seven new cases. Wirst Lieut. J. FF. Bll, U. 8. A,, of Prosperity, Washington county, has been appointed an . instructor in mathematics at West Point. Lieut. Bell graduated from Washington and Jefferson college -in 1898 and gradu- ated from West ‘Point in 1902. Mrs. Helen Proctor, a well-known widow, dropped dead in the room of he Second Church of Christ, Scientists, at Meadville. Rheumatism was the cause of death.' She was about 50 years old. J A vein of coal mine feet and four inches thick has been struck in the mine of the Taylor Coal and ‘Coke Company, at Searights, six miles west of Uniontown. Mining will be zin as soon as the tipple is completed. Mrs. Nancy Wilson was burned to death at her heme near Laurel, Fay- stte county. A lamp she attempted {0 blow out exploded. ’ James K. Smith, a brakeman on the Buffalo, Rochester and Pittsburg railroad, was killed while making a zoupling, near Ernest. Michael Nosdorf, an Austrian, went to sieepl in a Pittsburg and Lake Erie railroad train at Beaver Falls, and was aroused by an employe after the cars had been shifted onto a side track. Nosdorf then found that he had lost all his money, about $75. He is thinking of suing the company. Frank Adams in the Washington hospital as the result of injuries in flicted by another boy -with whom he quarreled over the possession of a dog. Officials of the seven ba Castle, are discussi t tv af establishing a The as she will be one w ment ¢ Be Bead prising cousin ' fusion milline both i beads is so edging velvet, all soi poses, pieces are ve here. all the gain c binatic Bc Since Hookbi petus. otees are pe by the strong some most o hand ¢ comes man. that g Sander 2d few for les stay v dictate There’ as the that t almost Yet th 2ess 0 able t 20Vers as mu And News. 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