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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.
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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
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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
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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
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ry
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—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.
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