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“shoulders spurned Corny to do his best.
RETROSPECTION.
RY SBN ¥ COWAN.
From out the mists of vanished vears
Fond memory’s voice is stealing,
Raised by the sound that past appears
And wakes the fount of feeling.
Xt brings before my raptured gaze
The young, the fair, the tender,
And lights the scenes of childhood days
With melancholy splendor.
Through interv ening time and space,
As if swift pinions bore me,
I journey to my native place,
hile memory flies before me.
Again before me lie spread out
Green hills and woodland alley,
Again resounds= the joyous shout
That echoed through the valley
Again to early vows of faith
Iy inmost heart is thrilling.
Again before affliction’s breath
My aching eyes are filling.
With joy my brothers voice I hear,
Feel sister's fond caressing
1 smile to see my mothe: s tear,
1 hear my father’s blessing.
Anon, where leafless locusts wave,
And wintry winds are blowing,
Ahove affection’s lowly grave,
My bitter tears are flowing.
Ah. me! what scenes of joy and grief
Are waked by memo power,
Like blossom bright and faded leaf,
The sunshine and the shower.
Here, like the garlands of the spring,
Shine joys that once delighted,
There hopes lie strewn and withering,
Like leaves hy winter blighted.
Jut, from the earth on which they lie,
Behold bright faith is springing,
And to the fadeless bowers on high,
Her angel flight is winging.
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XO I was rather a responsible
ff ¥ position for a boy, but Boss
© © Mahoney looked at the
x i" pinched, old-fashioned face
Oo of the applicant and decid-
ed that this boy, at least,
would not skylark, and he saw a
chance of clearing a good three doilars
on the weekly payroll. So he offered
Corny half a dollar a day. and the lat-
ter took the place of the “dollar-a-day
man,” who drank too much to hold his
job, and accepted the ofter and the
red flag with an eagerness that almost
made Mahoney wish he had knocked
off an additional half delar.
Corny’s place was at the narrciv
crossing at Blank street, where a plat-
form of heavy planks had been built
over the deep ditch of the subway
works. At one end of the excavation
was the hoisting engine house. and
overhead the heavy wire cables carried
the ‘trolley car” of earth or broken
stone from the further end of the ditch
to the dumping piatform near the en-
gine.
Beside the engineer was a window.
and through this aperture he could
see the boy with the flag at the cross-
ing, a long block away. He governed
the speed and the raising and lowering
of the car according to the signal of
that flag.
Corny received his signals from the
man who stood directly above the spot
where the men were excavating, and
who guided the swinging box among
the great pipes and drains and conduits
which seemed to hang in a perfect
network above the heads of the laber-
¢rs below.
Besides keeping a sharp eye on the
man, Corny was expected to be on the
lookout for vehicles that wished to
cross the ditch and to allow none to
cross while the loaded trolley was run-
ning overhead. A bit of rock might
fall from the car, or a horse might
become frightened by the rattle of the
trolley.
The flagboy certainly earned his half
dollar. There was no time for sky-
larking, even had Corny been so in-
clined. But Mahoney had been quite
correct in his judgment of Corny’s
face; life was altogether too serious
to him for the flagboy to enjoy him-
self as did other boys.
When a person of fifteen feels the
responsibility of forty-five resting on
his shoulders skylarking is a long way
from his thoughts. The pitiable three
dollars a week Mahoney. allowed him
was expected, with what Johhny could
earn doing chores for the local store-
keepers and Ben could make selling
papers to clothe, feed and house seven
ravenously hungry, active growing
boys and girls.
Jt bad not always been so. Six
months of trial and privation had made
a very “old-fashioned” boy indeed of
Cornelius Harney.
The Harneys had oniy lived a year
and a half in the city before the father
died, They had come from “the old
country,” and after “her man” was
taken, the mother pined more and more
for the old English village where she
bad been born. She coud do but little
io help support the family, and scon
the orphaned children saw ler laid
away also.
Cornelius was the oldest boy.
who was two years his senior, kept
house for them and tried to keep the
garments of the younger children
cently patched. Nobody seemed to
want a boy of Cornelius’ age until he
had, drawn the attention of Boss Ma-
honey at the underground works.
Those three dollars iooked big indeed
to Corny until he began to try to ap-
portion them out—so much toward the
rent, so much for food, and such 3s
very little for clothing, and notking
at all for extras. Johmny’s and Ben's
incomes were not to be depended upon,
for they varied according to the num-
ber of errands Johnny could run and
the number of papers Ben sold.
And to make sure of those three dol-
lars Corney had to be up at 6 every
morning, rain. or shine, warm or cold,
and he did not get back until 6 at
Mary
de-
night. There certainly was no thought
of play in the flagboy’s mind. Tie re-
sponsibilities resting on his you.g
He quickly learned the signais by
which the engine was governed, and
he was never inattentive when the
trolley was in motion. Mahoney ad-
mitted that “the kid” was a good rind
for him; but he still appropriated the
other three dollars in Corny’s envelcpe
on pay day.
The timekeeper, up fi
the contractor's office every afternc
to get the details of the day’s work |
from: Mahoney, gave poor Corny a seri
ous fright the very first day.
“Where's McAdoo?’ asked time-
keeper, briskly. He was a lively young |
om |
on
who came
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fellow, who usually had a joke
en, and he was known to be a rela-
tive of the contractor himself. McAdo
was the name of the man who had
been flagging, and Corny knew it and
trembled.
“He's no good, an’ I've fired him.”
Mahoney declared, belligerently. He
never seemed to like the timekeeper;
perhaps because he feared the latter's
eyes were sharply concerned in his em-
ploy er’'s interest.
“I don’t believe Mr. Butterworth will
stand for a boy to flag. Something
might happen.”
“Now, you let the lad alone,” Ma-
honey Dblustered. ‘He's all gee
B’sides, he tells me he needs the place
there’s a raft of young uns to home
and no father nor mother. I" 11 keep my
eye on him.”
“And who'll keep their eye on you,
Mahoney ?” demanded the timekeeper,
with a laugh, and walked away. Ma-
for the
honey’s fondness for liquor was pretty’
well known among the men, and on
several occasions the boss had been
within a narrow margin indeed of los-
ing his lucrative and responsible posi-
tion.
Thereafter, for several days, Corny
shook in his broken old shoes whenever
the timekeeper made his visit to this
portion of the works. But the young
flagman was not molested, and it even
seemed that the jolly clerk took a lik-
ing to the solemn-faced boy at the
crossing. .
“Don’t you ever laugh, youngster?”
he asked one day,
for a moment.
Corny looked confused, and blushed
furiously. “I—I don’t see anything to
laugh at,” he stammered.
“I dunno,” said the other. “Most
boys of your age would laugh if they
got six dollars a week,” and he went
on, leaving Corny dumbfounded, for
he didn't know that Mahoney was ex-
tracting an extra generous ‘‘commis-
sion” from the pay envelope of the
flagman.
But collecting a tax upon {he wage
of the laborers employed on his sec-
tion of the work was not Mahoney's
only sin. The man was a good work-
man when he let liquor alone. but he
grew both reckless and abusive when
he drank, and as the contractor himself
seldom visited the piece of ditching
there was nobody to report Mahoney’s
lapses unless it was the timekeeper.
When that individual! was about, the
boss was usually very circumspect.
To oversee the various gangs of men
and plan the work a man’s head should
be clear all the time. Corny was im-
pressed by this fact, for at first the
bustle and confusion—the steam drills
going at several points along the ditch
where veins of rock had been found,
the rattle of the trolley overhead, and
the shouting of the underbosses and
laborers—seemed quite overpowering.
He began by being afraid that he
should transmit the signals wrong to
the engineer; but that individual told
him before ns first week was up that
he was the Dest signal man they had
had on the job. Perhaps the engineer,
who was a good-natured fellow, said
a word in Corny’s favor to the time-
keeper, and that is the reason he was
allowed to keep his position.
Everybody seemed to like the time-
keeper but the boss, and when Ma-
honey, as the men said, “had the drink
in him,” he was ugly to everybody.
One afternoon the half- tipsy overseer
sent the man who stood on the plat-
form above the end of the ditch where
stopping beside him
the shovellers filled the trolley car
away on another job and took his
place for a time. At once things be-
gan to go wrong, for Corny not always
understood the boss’ signals. and {he
distance was too far for audible com-
mand to be repeated.
Once Mahoney walked over to the
boy and gave him a tongue-lashing
which very nearly.paralyzed him. Of
course the boss blamed all the mistakes
upon the flagboy.
But when he had gone back to the
further platform the timekeeper
stopped beside Corny. He had been
in the engine house and had seen the
whole occurrence from the window.
“Don’t fret yourself over what that
brute says to you,” Le said, seeing the
tears running down Corny’s pinclied
cheeks. “He i§2’t so big a man as he
thinks himself, i? he
in the City Han and a pull in Four-
teenth str«
Then. Lie et on to the end of the
ditch. Mahoney was bellowing at the
men in his usuai aggressive style. The
timekeeper stoed near-by and watched
him unobserved.
Just then the empty car ran
the cable and stopped o the j
form on which Mahoney stood.
boss motioned for a ‘“‘quick drop,”
the car came down on
along
1
and
tbe run and
has got a brother {
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struck squarely onthe piatforic instes
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of entering the mouth of the
The chains loosened and feil off
the steel hook swung
Instantly Mahoney leaped up, s
ering curses upon the poor
boy's devoted head.
“Hold on, Mahoney!” interposed the
quiet voice of the timekeeper.
Your fault. You signaled for a quick
drop—and you got it. You'd ought to
send that car down steady, or you'll
break some of tlie men’s leads.”
“I'l break your head!” roared the
boss, turning his passion-infiamed face
upon thie young man.
But the timekeeper smiled sarcastic-
ally, and stepped gingerly down upon
the platform. “You ain't fit for this
place,” he said, in disgust. “Let me
catch that hook, if you're not-going to;
it'll do some damage to those pipes.”
The heavy hook was swinging to and
fro across the pipes, banging from one
to another. Mahoney rushed at the
nervy young timekeeper.; and had the
latter not stepped aside he might have
been thrown from the platform. ]
“What are you about?’ he demanded,
great loose.
his
seizing the swinging chain with oue
hand and stopping its pendulous mo-
tion.
But Mahoney was not to be’ held
now. He picked up the nearest imple-
ment to his hand—a heavy. shovel—
and came at the other a second time.
The timekeeper could not pass him and
reach the street; and behind was the
shaft nearly thirty feet in depth.
But Corny, from the crossing half a
block away, saw the overseer’s mad
attack and realized the young man's
danger.
“Hang to the hook!” he shrieked, and
his shrill voice rose above the noise
of the steam drills and the rattle of
the cable.
At the same instant he signaled the
engineer to draw up the hook.
Fortunately, the timekeeper was a
young man of quick brain as well as
action. When he felt the chain tighten
under his hand he realized what
Corny’s words meant, and slipping his
foot into the hook he allowed himself
to be literally ‘snatched’ up out of
the range of Mahoney's shovel.
But the enraged boss flung the im-
plement after him, and then began
throwing pieces of rock at the swinging
figure in the air. Another signal from
the watchful Corny, however, sent the
timekeeper sailing along under the trol-
ley cables toward the pumping piat-
form, and as he whirled above the
flaghoy’s head he actually waved his
hand to him.
Ag for Corny himself, he almost
fainted from the fright of it all. A
boy who ate as little as he did wasn’t
able to stand many such shocks. He
couldn’t even run when Mahoney,
scrambling for the ditch, and still seek-
ing to vent his fury on some one, ap-
proached him. -
However, a couple of brawny poiice-
men, summoned by the excited shouts
of the spectators, quickly overpowered
the madman, and he was marched
away to the nearest station. That end-
ed his career as overseer for Contractor
Butterworth, and in the -general
straightening out of affairs the time-
keeper learned how Corny. had been
cheated out of half Lis pay every week
by the boss.
“Well, we'll just make that up to
you,” the timekeeper declared. “I've
been telling my uncle about you, and if
you want you can have a place at eight
dollars a week down to the office. I've
told you I need an assistant, and you're
just the sort of a fellow I want.”
And although that was all the time-
keeper ever said about being grateful
for the service Corny’s quickness had
rendered him, the flaghoy was amply
satisfied.—Classmate.
The Value of Laughter.
If more women realized the saving
grace of laughter there would be fewer
tragedies and heart breaks in this
world.
If you, dear madam, were able to
make your lover laugh, you might con-
sider yourself clever indeed. But if
you can keep your husband laughing
you should -be enrolled among the
seven wonders of the world.
You see, a man’s life is usually fuil
of duties and cares that you, possibly,
cannot realize. If you could. perhaps,
you might try to chase the heaviness
from the spirit of moodiness from the
| mein of your best beloved. in place of
sitting silent and grieved at his want
of cheerfulness.
Sometimes you feel that so much
merriment may be beneath your dig-
nity. Don’t believe it; men often long
for the joyous spirit that so charmed
them in sweethearting days.
It seems a little thing to provoke
laughter, does it not? Somehow ¥
think it hardly within the lines you
have drawn for the conduct of a wife.
Jut it is a saving grace, you may de-
pend; a man rarely reaches a period
of life when there is no more of the
boy left in his nature; the mischiev-
ousness isstill there—or, rather, the
spirit of it—and you need but give the
opportunity to bring it forth, with
great benefit to the family generally.—
Chicago Journal,
A Joke on the Doctor.
A Baltimore physician says that re-
cently he.boarded a Charles street car
that was sadly overcrowded. He soon
observed a big German sprawled over
ian area sufficient to seat two persons
at least, whilejustin front of him stood
a poor, wan woman hanging to the
strap. Indignant at this exhibition of
selfishness on the part of the German,
the physician tapped Lim on the shoul-
der, saying:
“See here! Why
little, so tind this
have a seat?
For a Fioment the Germau looked
don’t yon
tired woman
move 2
may
dazed. Then a bread smile spread over
countenance as he answered:
dot’s a Joke on you, all right?
Dot's my vife! s Weekly,
‘Say,
‘with the flannel,
Household
Matters
Bath Rugs.
The bath bags can be used very nice-
ly for face and body. Following is tke
recipe: Take four pounds of fine oat-
meal, two quarts of clear bran, one
and one-half pounds of the best pow-
dered orris root, one and one-half
pounds of almond meal, one pound of
best white castile soap (powdered) and
three ounces of primrose sachet. Mix
and keep in a glass jar, filling little
cheesecloth bags as needed.
Care of Silverware. .
When cleaning day comes, dissolve
a good soap in boiling water and wash
the silver in the suds; rinse in clear
hot water, dry, and rub with chamois
skin. Moisten pure whiting with alco-
hol and apply with a soft rag, rub off
with another, brush to remove the dust
from the chasing, polish with chamois
ekin, and set away to delight the eye
of the beholder. For the many silver
conveniences and , necessities of the
toilet and bedroom, prepared chalk,
alcohol or ammonia, a soft flannel rag,
a brush and a piece of chamois are the
necessary cleansers. A little paste of
ammonia or alcohol and chalk applied
allowed to dry and
brushed out, will work wonders with
even bits of chased silver, if followed
by 2 rubbing with chamois skin.
One of Life's Joys.
There are times at almost every sea-
son of the year when any kind of food
seems repulsive to the appetite, when
the eye wanders aimlessly over the
menu in search of some simple entree
that may tempt the jaded palate to for-
get its lassitude, and it is more than
probable that, after everything else
has been discarded, the choice may
finally fall upon the ever-present steak:
Of course, it must be admitted that
there is one thing which recommends
the juicy porterhouse. When it is prop-
erly cut, of the correct thickness, and
has been decently broiled over a bed
of coals, as the chop-house artists so
well know how to broil it, it is never
unpalatable, and yet, if the time should
ever come when even the beautifully |
browned porterhouse sees cheerless
and uninviting, dress it a la Frank
Dodge and learn that there are joys
in life which are deep enough to com-
pensate one for such an undesirable
possession as a captious appetite.
Let your porterhouse be thick, of
course—two inches is not too thick—
and let it be brought to you unseasoned
but piping hot from the coals over
which it has been broiled for so short
a time that it is still rare and juicy
throughout. Call for a four-tined fork,
and with it stick the steak slowly from
end to end until the juice oozes from
the top over every portion of it. Over
the top of the steak you must then
sprinkle a little salt, the juice of a
good-sized lemon, a very thin layer of
dry- mustard, and a generous dusting
of paprika. Tip the platter and when
the juice of the meat gathers at one
end of the dish mix it with a table-
spoonful of the best Worcestershire
sauce, and baste the steak with this
gravy until it has been almost entirely
absorbed into the tissue of the meat.
Nearly every one knows Frank Dodge
and his decorative work in the New
York theatres, but those who try his
piquant sauce will well understand
why he is more proud of this invention
than he is of his most meritorious work
~as a scenic artist.—New York Globe.
Cucumber Catsup—Pare and remove
the seed from four large ripe (yellow,
but not soft) cucumbers: grate them,
drain the pulp into a colander. When
perfectly dry, measure, turn into a
sauce pan, add a quarter of a teaspoon-
ful of cayenne, half a pint of vinegar,
teaspoonful of salt and four heaping
tablespoonfuls of grated borse radish;
mix well, bottle and seal. To be served
with cold meats.
Peach Shortcake—To one quart sifted
flour add by thorough sifting three
times repeated three heaping teaspoon-
fuls of sugar. Into these ingredients
rub lightly two tablespoonfuls butter
and sufficient sweet milk or water to
make a dough just stiff enough to be
able to stir with a spoon. Bake in two
tins in a quick oven. Spread both
cakes with the best of butter and over
the lower half put a. layer of ripe
peaches sliced thin. Sprinkle thickly
with sugar, cover with the other half,
dust the top with powdered sugar
and serve with plenty of cream.
Hot Tomales—Boil chicken until very
tender, remove bones and chop fine.
To each pound of meat add one medi-
um-sized tomato and one onion chopped
fine; salt and pepper to taste; moisten
to the consistency of mush with the
broth. Heat the remainder of the
broth to boiling, and stir in cornmeal
to make .a little stiffer than ordinary
mush and cook thoroughly. Take nice,
fresh corn husks, soak in warm water
until soft;
of mush on each husk, put a
spoonful of the meat mixture on the
layer of mush, roll so the: meat is cov-
ered by the nimsh, and ail by the husk;
turn the ends and tie with twine
and steam half an hour. Serve in the
husk. Nice tom s. may be made in
the same way with nice fresh beef or
pork, the neck of beef and the shonlder
of pork being the Dest.
In Cleshire, land, and the a&-
joining counties re than 25,000 tous
of Cleshire cheese are made annually.
like me there?”
‘the great problem of the day
the problem of education not to teach
; then spread a half-inch layers
goods
ROUGH ON STOKES.
Story of a Dream That Proved No Come
plimment to the Benedict.
Peter Stokes, who has been married
only two weeks, has left his wife, says
Tit-Bits. Stokes is a little man, ard his
wife weighs 240 pounds, and was the
relict of the late Seth Thompson.
About ten days after marriage Stokes
was surprised, on waking in the morn-
ing, to find his better half sitting up in
bed and crying as if her heart would
break.
Astonished, he asked the cause of her
sorrow, but, receiving no reply, he be-
gan to surmise that there must be some
secret on her mind which she withheld
from him, and which was the cause of
her anguish; so he remarked to Mrs. S.
that as they were married she ought
to tell him the cause of her grief, so
that, if possible, he might lessen it.
After considerable coaxing, he elic-
ited: the following from her: ‘Last
night I dreamed I was single, and as
I walked through a well lighted street
I came to a shop where a sign in front
advertised husbands for sale. Think-
ing it.curious I entered, and ranged
along the wall on either side were men
with prices affixed to them—such beau-
tiful men—some for one thousand
pounds, some five hundred, and so on
to one hundred and fifty; and, as I had
not that amount, I could not purchase.”
Thinking: to console her, Stokes
placed his arm lovingly around her,
and asked, “And ‘did you see ‘any men
“Oh, yes,” she replied, “lots like you;
they were tied up in bunches like as-
paragus, and sold for ten shillings per
bunch.”
Stokes got up, and went to ask his
lawyer if he had sufficient ground for
a givoree
A Tin From the Bench.
* “When Judge McCay was on the
bench for the Northern District of
Georgia, the attorneyship of which the
President has offered Representative
Carter, Tate,” said a Georgia represen-
tative, ‘‘a young lawyer secured the
attention of the judge and told hin
that he wished a postponement of a
case in which he was to appear for the
defendant. The case was one of sim-
ple moonshining, but. the lawyer con-
tended that it would take several hours
for the argument.
“I can understand all you will have
to say_ in ian hour’s time,” said the
judge.
“‘T am satisfied I sball take fully
eight hours in my argument,’ contend-
ed the lawyer.
“‘Very well" have your own way;
but it will take the prisoner about
three years to tell why he employed
you.” ”—Philadelphia Ledger.
The Chinaman in London. |
When the Londoner wishes to study
John Chinaman at his leisure there is
no need to go abroad for the purpose.
He has only to take a cab to the
causeway at Limehouse to find himself
in little Chinatown. There he will see
slant-eyed sons of the Orient, some
with English names and some without
—some even with English or, more
likely, Irish wives—and all looking as
calmly picturesque as it is possible for
a ‘“hathen Chinee” to look. He will
find several Chinese shops with Chi-
nese names cn the doors and smug Ce-
lestials within waiting to overreach
either a countryman or a Britisher in
a bargain. They have been there near-
ly twenty. years now, and they seem
quite as clean and respectable as their
neighbors. Strange to say nobody in
that district has a word to say against
John as a citizen.—London Mail.
Failure of Subway Fans.
Another of the subway experiments
in ventilating the tube has failed to do
what the engineers thought it would
accomplish, and has been abandoned.
That is the installation of the big re-
volving fans at the Brooklyn Bridg
and Fourteenth street stations.
(After being in use for two months
the four fans were removed last Sun-
day might from their positions at either
end of the two stations, and a fresh
experiment is being tried by placing
one of the fans in the tunnel proper
under the City Hall plaza, while the
one at the north end has been moved
up mearly to thie Worth street station.
At Fourteenth street the same thing
l:as been tried of settingthe fans above
and below the station in a recess in
the tunnel walls.—New York Press.
Wooden Leg’s Many Abuses.
A wooden leg can play a thousand
parts. It is a hammer, as well as. a
club; a cricket bat on occasions; a
hod for bricks; a camp stool; a sup-
port for the drowning; a jury mast
for the ship-wrecked; a flagstaff for
a retired sailor; a soup ladle; a con-
ductor’s baton. It may be made hol-
low and filled with useful commodi-
ties, such as gold, ink, pemmican,
testimonials. No man with a wood-
en leg is ever wholly destitute; he
has. his leg.—ILondon Punch.
Problems of To-Day,
Now here is a new view: A writer
in the Cornhill Magazine says that
is not
how we shall succeed in trade, but
how we shall keep our souls alive;
a boy to earn his living but to show
him how he may avoid spoiling him-
self ‘while he earns his living. This
Is worth considering, anyway.
Registered Rainfall.
A German scientific paper describes
a new registering rain gauge, in which
each drop falls on a balanced arm.
which dips under it, closes an electric
tircuit/and registers the fall. The num-
ber of drops in half a minute indicates
the intensity of the shower, and curves
of it ean be drawn from them
The Boer colony established in the
‘Sterling, 50
Btate of Chihuahua, Mexico, two years
kgo, is doing well.
KEYS TONE STATE GILLIE:
TUB OYSTER
ER CRUSADE
Some Samules Secured by thz Pure
Food Agents Cecntained Boracic
Acid,
The greatest tub oyster
the pure food department
completed in the wes
tate under the direction of Division
Agent James Foust, of Altoona. All
told 500 samples of oysters have been
has been
rn part of the
lifted in Allegheny, Westmoreiand,
Washington, Cambria, Blair, Beaver,
Lawrence, Venango, Mercer and Erie
counties. The hundred or more
samples lifted in the Pittsburg and
Allegheny markets were found to be
pure. The same is true of Blair, Cam-
bria,” Westmoreland and W ashington
counties, In Lawrence and Erie
counties: the oysters were preserved
with boracie acid, and proszcutions
will follow.; Reports from Venango
and Mercer counties have not Jou been
received. The crusade cost the State
over $1,500.
Dr. Fred C. Johnson, chief medical
officer of the state health department,
was ordered by Commissioner Dixon
to Berwick and Nescopec to investi-
gate the outbreak of typhoid fever in
that locality. ‘There are more than
100 cases in the two towns, but Com-
missioner Dixon is confident that with
the co-operation of the local boards
of health it will be an easy matter. to
prevent the spread of the disease. F.
Herbert Snow, chief of the engineering
bureau of the health department, and
Dr. G. H. Cox of Hummelstown, have
been ordered to assist Dr. Johnson.
The latest advices from Nanticoke,
where Dr. Johnson has been in charge
of the typhoid epidemic, are that the
number of cases is gradually decreas-
ing and there is no further danger of
a spread of the disease.: It is thought
the epidemic at: Berwick and Nesco-
pec, both of which towns are below
Nanticoke, is the result of the epi-
demic at the former place. There are
also several typhoid cases. at Arch-
bald.
With his skull fractured and his
face and head bruised from blows be-
lieved to have been inflicted by high-
waymen, Justice of the Peace Daniel
J. Kelleher, aged 43, of Beech View,
Allegheny County, was found uncoa-
scious under the Banksville bridge
over Little Saw Mill run late Satur-
day night.
sciousness he died at 2:30 o'clock
Sunday afternoon at his home, South
Sharon and Fifth avenues, Beech
View. County Detectives Armstrong
and O’Brien went to the scene, and
while there is a possibility that
Kelleher fell from the bridge, the
officers” believe ‘he was a victim of
foul play. At least one arrest is ex-
pected.
Deputy Attorney General F. W.
Fleitz finisheg State Highway Com-
ion that the State funds may ve used
to put the historic old National Cum-
berland road in good condition and
make such permanent repairs as may
be necessary in connection with the
specific appropriation, made by the
last Legisiature for that purpose.
Andrew Conoghan, 25 years old, of
Crabtree, was killed on the Penn-
sylvania railroad, near Beatty. Hen-
ry Hays of Hempfield township was
killed in the Radebaugh tunnel. - He
was 50 years old, and is survived by
his wife and three sons. Paul Dona-
to, 20 years old, of Ludwick, was
killed on the Radebaugh branch.
‘As a result of an accident at the
Franklin plate mill at Johnstown,
operations there will be suspended
for about two weeks and 300 skilled
workmen thrown cout of employment.
The accident was caused by a break
in the machinery. The mill was
rushed with orders, many of which
were: for armor plate.
About 30 passengers were bruised
and three people more painfully hurt
in a head-on collision between two
Logan Valley trolley cars at Hutchin-
sons curve, east of Altoona. Motor-
man Cogan and Conductor McKin-
ney were cut by flying glass and had
their legs sprained.
The ‘receiver of the defunct City
Savings and Trust Company of Lan-
caster filed his first account with
the court. It showed a balance for
distribution of $237,491.05. The lia-
bilities of the bank were $900,000 and
the State had a deposit therein of
$45,000.
While picking apples from a tree
near the old stone house at Puckety
church, Westmoreland county, Frank
years old, a Bohemian,
was thrown to the ground by the
breaking of a limb and died from his
injuries. He leaves a wife and four
children.
Three masked men robbed the
Margaret Wheeler
J. M. Donaldson,
Mercer. county, after
The robbers
residence of Mrs.
and her sister, Mrs.
at Henderson,
beating the women.
missed $350.
William Nesbit, 63 years old, was
found dead in the office of Mayor E.
W. Blackburn, of Latrobe. Mr. Nes-
bit formerly lived in Pittsburg and
leaves a wife and daughter.
A large glass works is to be erected
near Masontown by capitalists of
Uniontown, Masontown and Connells-
ville.
A. G. Wilson,
farmer of near
50 years old, a retired
Hookstown, was killed
bv a train at Economy.
Rev. Dr. R. ‘M. Russell, pastor of
the Sixth United Presbyterian
Church, Pittsburg, has accepted the
presidency of Westminster college at
New Wilmington, and will leave his
present congregation early in the
spring.
Jesse B. Sipes of Jeannette, died
in the hospital in Greensburg from
an overdose of He was
laudanum.
46 vears old and I
several children.
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