| Timothy Ware § By ay i HAMILTON. J NUEEEESE5E5R5E5 or. Timothy Ware stood at his gar- den gate and looked down the road. You might have noticed him, perhaps, a8 you passed along—a wrinkled, keen-eyed, elderly man. Now elderli- ness, I take it, is further off from the sweet ripeness and flavor of old age than youth itself. To be elderly pre- supposes some thinness of blood, some sort of inexpressible poverty of nature, such as there seems to be all about this region where T. Ware's house is located—a range of long, Jow-lying, uneasy hillocks that could never settle themselves to anything; & sandy, incapable stretch of thread- bare grass and stunted woodland. It was not an easy thing to imagine that just over the south ridge lay a smiling and fruitful country, a thrifty settlement of Quaker farmers, who held themselves, perhaps, a little too much aloof from this inhospitable neighborhood. It was a chill October afternoon, and the low slant rays of the setting sun looked furtively out from a blne- black ridge of ¢loud over thé ‘garden and the garden’s owner. been a frost over-night, which had wiped out almost every lingering ves- tige of summer-time. A few elderly beans clung shrinkingly to their poles in the bleak background; a scanty patch of corn rustled its sere leaves forlornly in the wind, with here and there a pumpkin ripening sparsely between, and turning out its yellow rotundity to the sun, as resolved to put the best face on things that was possible; while, tall and stark, a row of sunflowers, flapping gauntly above the hedge, overlooked the desolation. As old Ware stood there at his gate and looked about him, with his faded red cap on his head and his lank dressing-gown clinging about him, he seemed verily a part of the frost- bitten scene, illustrating it feebly, like an ill-cut frontispiece in a badly printed volume. Yet there was a tra- dition that he had once upon a time been the chief figure in a great con- cern somewhere in town, and that in some forgotten period long ago the old weather-beaten house had flaunt- ed gayly in a new coat of paint and bright green shutters, and was bright with new carpets and curtains to wel- come a coming bride. But all that was so far away now that people had forgotten the date, and could not re- call that they had ever been inter- ested in anything concerning old Ware. Tin Ware, Esq., the boys called him—a nickname based, perhaps, on a floating legend of miser-made wealth stowed somewhere away in the loose clap-boarding of his tene- ment, or perhaps intended briefly to bear testimony to the value set upon him in the community—Tin Ware, Esq., was not a popular man among the lads of the village. They had a persistent inclination to hoot him, to gibe at him, and to torment his lean, ill-tempered dog, which followed his master everywhere with a snarling and objectionable faithfulness. The boys, considering all these things, felt themselves called upon to vindi- cate the claims of justice by robbing old Ware's orchard and breaking into his melon patch. Things in this way were brought to a sort of balance. I myself saw one day, as I passed his fence, a huge charcoal placard, read- ing thus: B. Ware of The DAWG And many a bare-legged youngster, 1 have no doubt, hid snickering in the hedge at the sight of old Ware slowly deciphering the scrawl in wrathful spectacles. But very few besides the boys ever troubled the old man with attentions, either for good or ill. He seemed to have slipped from the mind of both men and fate—an elderly, shrivelled old, figure whom Time had forgotten to dignify with gray hair. He looked up and down the road keenly with his fresty blue eye, not as a man who expected anything or anybody, but simply because it was his habit to look sharply. And yet as this northeasterly glance swept the road, there came along it something far from unpleasant to look upon—a gray figure in a Quaker bonnet. There would have been a smile of welcome in almost anybody’s eye as the plump, quiet Quaker face of Re- becca Rhodes approached, but not a spark kindled in old Ware’s flinty gray orbs. Rebecca's well-kept acres lay just beyond him, over the south ridge, and all about her farmhouse was trim and tidy, clean and wholesome, as Re- becca herself. It must have been the love of contarast that brought her in range of Timothy’s dilapidated sur- roundings; but of all living things in the village Rebecca alone had a good word for him, and stopped of an odd afternoon now and then to wish him good-day over the gate. “I have brought thee a loaf of sweet bread, neighbor,” said she. “I'd an uncommon good baking this week, and I thought thee might not take it amiss to try a loaf.” She held forth in her plump, white hand a snow-white napkin, opening its folds temptingly as she did so. , “I’m wanting naught,” was the gruff reply. “Week-old bread’s good enough for me, and I make no doubt it might be far better for some other folk than the dainty trash they’re set upon—woren-folk leastways.”’ The blood came into Rebecca's calm face, but there was no vexation in her answer. “Thee’d never set There had | - I5p522 2 SEE ESRSESESesRses co? 2aaseseses25eY bor,” she said. “Nay, nay; I recom- mend thee try the loaf. It’s spoken well of, is my sweet bread, the coun- try round. Thee will not shorten thy days much by just one trial, and if thee likes it not, I'll never trouble thee again.” Even the imperturbable face of old Ware shows a slight smile at this mingling of acerbity and sweetness, but he made no demonstration. “I am on my way to see old Bet- sey,” says Rebecca, quietly extending her hand and placing the loaf on the gate-post. “She’s one of the town’s poor—or rather one of the Lord’s poor, I think, for she doesn’t belong to this township. Poor old Betsey!” One might have imagined that old Ware gave a sort of start just now, as if an invisible electric shock had struck him. He was not used to hearing sympathetic talk of any kind. It tried his nerves, probably. “One of the wretched vagrants that are pauperizing the community, wan- dering hither and yon,” growled Tim- othy. > “Aye, aye, neighbor,” softly and wistfully; “a hard time they have it, poor things! And this ntany a year has she been a wanderer and a vagabond on the face of the earth, has :poor. old .Betsey.” .She takes the white-covered loaf absently with her large, shapely hand, looks up and down the road with thought- ful gray eye, sighs softly, and goes her way, leaving loaf and napkin cap- ping the gate-post. And there you might have seen it at night-fall, if vou had chanced that way; for hadn’t Timothy told the woman he didn’t want it? and was he the man to de- mean himself after that? And your speculating on the singular stubborn- ness of the human heart would not have been lessened had you caught sight of him, by the flickering candle in his upper window, sitting there motionless with an eye on the gate below. Perhaps he expected Rebecca back after her gift. I do not know. “She’s one of the town poor, is old Betsey,” said Rebecca, meekly, and had said it meekly year after year, striving to allure the vagrant old woman into feeling at home on the charity list of the good towns-folk, and to rest her aching old bones in the town poor-house. But old Bet- sey was not to be trapped. If one must be poor and ragged, at least let one have plenty of fresh-air leisure, says old Betsey. To be a pauper and a drudge both is a little too much. And to be preached to says Rebecca, and prayed over and hedged in right $00 and left, and to scrub work-house floors and scour work-house knives, all for a bit of bread—bah! that is all unbearable, says old Betsey, shrug- ging her bony shoulders under her ragged shawl, and setting out warily on her ever-lasting tramp. She is an incorrigible vagrant, utterly irre- claimable. Perhaps Rebecca thinks a half-fiedged thought like this when she finds her prey has escaped her and is fairly on the road again. On the road again, untamable, ragged, hungry and free. She walks at a rapid, uneven pace, her thin shawl fluttering in the wind, her un- tidy slippers flapping at her heels. It grows dusk as she steals .along; the road is dreary with cloud and shadow, and with a mocking moon that gleams out now and then, dodging viciously after this gray old ghost of a woman flitting below. There is a white ob- ject there ahead of her-—something tall and queer, with a round white head. The vagrant swerves a minute out of her way, surveying it furtively. Then she puts forth her claw-like hand and clutches greedily Rebecca’s sweet, dainty loaf. Aha! what a good providence is here! Ah! can it be that Fate should come, for once in a way, with sweet- ness and luxury in her hand for an old pauper, and night and darkness to devour it in! Bewildered with pleas- ure, old Betsey hugs the dainty un- der her faded shawl. There is a crash then, as if the heavens were falling; a shout that curdles her thievish blood; a rough hand is laid upon her with vise-like grasp. Law and justice seem to have come down bodily upon the marauder; but it is only old Ware, who has been watching from his window. His hand is raised to strike the thief— the thief with vagrant and vagabond written all over her; in her vulpine eyes, her long blue nose, her skinny, claw-like hand. The woman shrinks back, cowering, against the gate-post, with a wheezy cough; the old shawl falls away from her face. Out comes the moon and sails along with a sin- ister ray pointing right down on the shivering, crouching figure and on the countenance that for one instant up- turns toward the assailant. “My God!” cries Timothy. that is all. His hand falls at Lis side, he turns and walks back to the house, leaving the wretch to her plunder. The wretch is a mere animal, after a hunted animal, it is true, with the greed and cunning of such. makes her way somewhere with prize—it doesn’t much matter And all all She the aside an old friend like that, neigh- where. But there comes up a storm $900000000006000000000000¢ © uc MORE WE HELP OTHERS BEAR THEIR BURDENS : me LIGHTER OUR OWN wo se. $0000000000000000000060008 at midnight, a blinding, blood- chilling storm that might make the veriest tramp thankful for shelter. Old Ware, sitting motionless in his upper chamber, hears the rafters shake overhead. He listens; perhaps he is afraid the house will come down over his head. The wind raves and shrieks about window and doorway. He gets up by-and-by, and lifting the dripping sash, looks out into the road. He sees nothing; no boys will rob his melon patch to-night, and ro beggar come whining to his gate. Afar off, where the road circles to the south land, old Betsey has crawled into the shelter of a way-side barn. No, there is nothing to be seen any- where about.: Timothy shuts the window with a shudder and crawls to bed. { A week after this Rebecca, sweet and tintless as a snow-drop, stops at the gate once more. “Old Betsey, my poor old vagrant, left us last night, neighbor,” she says. “The blankets and pillows they sent were a very great charity, but she needeth our charity no more.’ “No more?” repeated old Ware, vacantly. “She died last night,” answers Re- becca, and her lip trembles a little. There is no reply. Rebecca does not break the long, long pause. She is used td the old man’s moods. Final- ly she sets -her face to the road again} it is getting late. _ “Rebecca,” says the old man, ab- ruptly, placing his bony hand: upon hers—*“Rebecca, Yyou—you needn’t ‘pit her in Potter's Field. She mightn’t rest easy, you know.” ‘ *I ‘have no such superstitions, friend,” said Rebecca, smiling sweet- ly. “It can make very little differ- ence to her now where she rests, poor, nameless wanderer.” “She had a name once,” said Tim- othy, standing erect, with a strange flush on his face. “A bright and beautiful woman once was my wife, Elizabeth Ware.” A long and weary winter had passed; a summer has brightened and faded; the autumn twilight is settling softly on bloom and barrenness, as old Warastands at his gate once more, looking down the road. In his hand is something wrapped in white, which he sets upon the gate-post as a gray- clad, graceful figure comes walking up the road. “Rebecca,” he says, “I return your napkin.” “Nay,” says Rebecca, recognizing her own initials—‘‘nay, friend, I have an abundance—" “Open it,” interrupts the old man, abruptly. The gentle Quakeress is used to humoring his moods, and as she unties the linen. a diamond ring rolls glittering out upon its edge. There is a box of shining trinkets within and a small gold watch. “They were, all hers once, in the old times,” says old Ware, huskily, “before she left me. You may keep : ’em for her sake, an’ ye will.” pauses; there is no answering move- ment from Rebecca. “Or,” he adds, with irritation and sudden energy, “I'll just heave ’em overboard when I quit here for good and all. Yes, I'll quit here for good and all. I never had no home nor no friends— she spoiled all that—and I may as well finish it out that a-way.” Rebecca clears her throat. “It has long been borne in upon me, friend Timothy,” she says, in a high, con- strained veoice, as one who delivers a difficult message—*“it has long been borne in upon my mind that theé is living too much alone. Ther: is none to look after thee, or fix thee up a bit comfortable for the winter; and I have had a clear leading from the Lord which I have suffered hitherto to be hidden in my heart—it is that 1 should offer thee a home with me, neighbor Timothy, if so be it seems good in thy sight.” “A home?” said Timothy, looking up queryingly at his weather-beaten old mansion. “As how, Rebecca?” As how, Rebecca? There was a group of small boys hidden just be- low the hedge, in the opening where SUGGESTS NATIONAL ‘BOARD OF HEALTH. W. J. Lampton Says Diseases Would Be Largely Preventable by Federal Aid. Isn’t it about time that we were having a National Board of Health of importance equal to that of any other department of the government? According to a statement of the ‘American Medical Society, ‘‘during last year 1,500,000 persons died in this country and there were 4,200,- 000 sick, involving the comfort and material prosperity of 5,000,000 homes anda 25,000,000 people.” If we had a population of four or five hundred millions these figures would not mean so much, but we have not. On the contrary, we have no more than will show that more than one-quarter of our people are threat- ened in their material comfort and prosperity every year by disease. Medical men believe that at least one- third of this is preventable by knowl- edge already in hand and the percent- age might be largely reduced if Ted- eral aid were extended and all the powers of the government available in such good work were put into &f= fect. yo Certainly no Selly: nation can be strang;’and as ‘éertainiy’ public health is of more importance than any other one necessity of proper existence. The government looks after the health of cattle and sheep and hogs and other animals of commercial value, but are not the people, who constitute the ‘government, of moré significance? And what has the government done, broadly speaking, for the people at large? When the yellow fever, chol- era or plague manifests itself the government becomes active enough, but what government aid is expended for the development of knowledge of the various preventable and prevail- ing diseases that carry off so many useful people every year? dous progress, and they are doing so out of their own means and the means of those rich men who see more clear- ly than the government itself what is needed and what should be done. But so important a matter as the maintenance of public health, the ac- quisition of medical knowledge and the dissemination of information of vital benefit to all the people should be in the hands of the government, with men and means sufficient to pur- sue disease to its source and throttle it at its beginning. We cannot final- ly conquer Death, but we can stand him off until our time is up if we only know how, and the government is the one to find out how and to in- form us.—W. J. Lampton, in the New York Herald. A Strip of Territory Added to Alaska. It is reported in Ottawa that a strip of territory a furlong wide and some fifty miles long, will be added to Alaska, owing’ to the work that has just been completed positively locating the 141st meridian. There was no dispute as to the location of the boundary to the north of Mount St. Elias, since it was agreed a num- ber of years ago that the line should follow the 141st meridian from that ‘mountain northward to the Arctic Ocean. The line, however, had never been actually marked. Of late years the extensive mining operations in the White River country have led many prospectors to stake out claims which may or may not be in the United States territory. By means of the telegraph, the most accurate method known, the old determina- tion made by the lunar method was checked up, placing the meridian about 600 feet farther east than it had hitherto been supposed to exist. —Scientific American. A —————— i —————————————— A Movement For Clean Bread. ‘A movement is on foot in Wash- ington to safeguard the bread supply of the public by wrapping it in paper as soon as it has been baked. Some opposition having been offered by the bakers, who objected that the wrap- ping would impair its palatability and digestibility, the Health Department experimented with various kinds of paper and discovered that the effect of the protective covering was to pre- serve the freshness of the bread, which was superior after twenty-four the great apple tree dropped its fruit- age on either side of the rails. - Tom and Jim and Dick were there, bare- legged, and sly as weasels. Of course the apples belonged to them on that the safest time for There was no withstanding the logic of old Ware’s dog by any argument of justice and fair play. .Tke twilight had quite faded now, a pale moon shown in the heavens, and there at the gate stood Rebecca, with her hand in Timothy's. & Whist, fellows! whist! ye needn’t ! to run,” eries Tom. “She’s goin’ to; have him for her ole man. Bully for her! She’ll never set the dawg onto a feller.” . And with full pockets and beating hearts the youngsters file off past old Ware’s very gate. Tom gives a loud and stands a moment looking back with an eye of approval. “I knew it all along back,” says Tom, oracularly —*“course I did; didn’t I see old Tin- ware looking down that ’ere road time an’ agin arter her? Why, she could sweeten a crab-apple, she could!” And I think that she did, for the boys of the village had a grand din- ner one day, at which Mr. Ware and his Quaker bride walked down among them, smiling right and left, and Tom and Dick nodded knowingly to each other and said, “I told you s0.”—— | Good Literature. ~- side of the fence; but then night was getting them.’ whistle when the feat is achieved, | hours to that which had not been wrapped. Another advantage of the {| proposed method is that the union label, which is now affixed directly to | the loaf — a plan objectionable to { many consumers — could, with the adoption of this method, be used to seal the wrappers. Some restaurants in New York have already taken to the use of similar wrappers for the rolls which they serve to their pat- rons.—Leslie’s. ‘What is a household? A household is a place where ba- bies and dust are raised, bills are con- | tracted, coal is burned, food is eaten : and occasionally auetions are held. i As a rule, a household consists of two heads and one foot. One head is ~ the cook, the other the man’s wife. : Every day every household is vis- ited by all the trusts. At regular intervals it is visited by sickness, health, taxes and clergymen. Nothing happens that the house- hold doesn’t get its share of. It’s a partner in epidemics, panics, elections, wars, tidal waves. An earthquake on the Pacific Coast will be reflected in every household in New York. The stock market quotations are written on the walls and ceiling and floors of every household. Nothing succeeds (or fails) like a household.— Life, | The Household. i i Our physicians are making tremen- |. | the leading bareback riders PENNSYLVANIA STATE NEWS TO REDUCE STATE DEBT Sinking Fund Commission Will Pur- chase Bonds at Any Price Paid Lately. Harrisburg.—The state sinking fund commission authorized the purchase of any state bonds at the figures which have been paid lately. This was in pursuance of the policy of re- ducing the state’s debt whenever pos- sible. The quarterly statement showed that the total of the 4 per cents outstanding was $1,487,750, and of the 314 per cents, $552,250. The reduction has been over half a mil- lion in the last year. The net loss to the state is less than $100,000. This includes bonds worth $134,000 and long due, but never presented for re- demption. The state board of revenue com- missioners received the first of the new surety bonds which were drawn by Attorney General Todd, at the re- quest of the commission.. Hereto- fore all ‘companies acting as surety for banking institutions having de- posits of state money gave a bond which would have allowed the €ashier of the treasury to enter judgment at once.” This provision was never car- ried into éffect, asthe trust compan- ies have-paid up. promptly whenever required to make good the amount-of state money. The “héw bond rediires that 60 days’ notice be given. = COMPANIES MERGE Independent Telephone Concerns Join Forces at Washington. Washington. — Independent - ‘tele- phone companies operating in this and adjoining counties, representing a combined capital of over $100,000 have merged their interests, forming the National Telephone Company of Pennsylvania. The merged concerns are the State Mutual Telephone Com- pany, the State Mutual of Canonsburg, the Claysville Telephone Company, the West Alexander Telephone Com- pany and three farmer companies. The officers of the new company are: President, John A. Howard, of Wheeling; secretary, W. C. M. Handlan of Wheeling; general man- ager, T. B. Lee of Crafton. HER HAIR CAUGHT FIRE Fata] Results Attend Use of Gasoline by Prominent Woman Performer. Erie.—Mrs. William Rollins, one of in Cole Brothers’ circus, died at St. Vincent’s hospital as a result of burns recgived in the training quarters at Harbor Creek. Mrs. Rollins and her sister, who is also connected with the show, were washing their hair with gasoline in their rooms. An open fire ignited Mrs. Rollins’ hair, and she was burned from head to foot before several male employes of the circus, attracted by the agonized woman’s screams, could smother the "blaze. The victim was removed to the hos- pital directly after the accident, but despite skilled medical attention, ex- pired in agony. BOMBS IN SATCHEL Rear Bank at La- trobe. At Derry Harry Cullen, an electric- ian, discovered in an alley in the rear of the First National bank building, hidden beneath a pile of boards, a blood-stained satchel containing two nitroglycerin bombs, two boxes of 38- Discovered in caliber cartridges and two black masks. The bombs had been constructed from tin cans which were filled with the explosive. Fuses and fulminat- ing caps were attached to each and everything was ready for use. It is believed the finding of the bombs frustrated a plan for the blowing up of the bank. GETTYSBURG FOR N. G. P. Next Division Encampment on Scene of Third Day’s Battle. Harrisburg.—Gettysburg was an- nounced as the site for the next divi- sion encampment of the National Guard by a committee of high officers of the guard, who spent the day at the battlefield. The site will be on the scene of the third day’s battle on the historic field, the infantry occupying the same sites as in 1904. The date will be fixed later for the latter part of July. Gets Rlack Hand Letter. Canonsburg.-—John Pagano, a rich fruit dealer of Canonsburg, today re- ceived a Black Hand letter from Blairsville, demanding that $1,000 be sent in an envelope addressed to ’'X Blairsville.” At the end was ‘drawn a heart with a dagger . through it. Pagano had received two similar let- ters. Ben Neugent of Westland was arrested today, charged with stabbing Ben Melle. Both are Italians. Melle, it is alleged, has been cxtorting money from Neugent. Negroes Confess Robbery. Washington.—Three young negroes, Herman Banks, Edward Downs and Robert Patterson today pleaded guilty to a series of wholesale robberies in Washington. They were sentenced to the Huntington reformatory by Judge Mecllvaine. Downs and Banks, form- erly students at Wilberforce univers- ity, confessed to robbing the Born- heim tailoring establishment at Co- lumbus two weeks ago. Results in Indiana. Indiana.—The official returns of the primaries are as follows: Congress, Langham, 3,435; Smith, 1,015. As- sembly, Watson, 3,656; Henry, 3,064. Senate, Kurtz, 2,443; North, 2,354. Treasurer, Leasure, 2,901; Miller, 2,- 750. Sheriff, Thomas, 1,708; Jeffries, 1,477. Commissioner, Marshall, 1,- 726; Neale. 1,247. Auditor, Gibson, 1,667; Hood, 1,446. Grove City.—Coal mirers and oper- ators of the Butler and Mercer coun- ty fields in convention here were un- able to agree. BESSEMER COKE CO. BUYS Purchase $750,000 Worth of Washing- ton and Greene County Coal. Announcement was made of the pur- chase by the Bessemer Coke Company of a large tract of Connellsville cok- ing coal in Washington and Greene counties from J. V. Thompson of Un- iontown. The track lies near the headwaters of Patterson Run, and is said’ to con- tain slightly over 1,000 acres of the finest Connellsville coking coal, the vein being seven feet four inches thick. The purchase price was in the neighborhood of $750,000. The tract is reached by the Pittsburg, Vir- ginia & Charleston extension of the Pennsylvania. OFFERS LESS THAN HALF No More “Sanderson O. K.'s” on Cap- itol Trimmings. Harrisburg.—The Board of Public Grounds and Buildings has instructed Superintendent Rambo to, offer the In- ternational Manufacturing arid ‘Supply Company $8,000 in settlement of. its furniture bill for $20,000, which the board some months ago held up. The Board of.Grounds and Build- ings put an expert on the goods. He reports. that $8, 000 would be a fair price and that is all the stdte will pay. * Hye Questions Law's Constitutionality,. . Clearfield. —Judge ‘Allison O. Smith handed down his opinion in the case of John F. Short, charged with ‘viola- tioh of the newspaper: law of May 2, 1907, in adding the .. word “owner” after his name on the editorial page of his newspaper, as editor. At the trial all the charges were admitted and the jury directed to bring in a verdict of “guilty.” The legal questions were reserved by the court on the de- fendant’s motion for discharge on the ground of unconstitutionality of the act. Judge Smith seriously questions the constitutionality of the act, and he ordered the discharge of the de- fendant. Robbers Maltreat Aged Couple. Washington.—Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Blatt, an aged couple living on Pigeon Creek, were maltreated by three burglars. John Tomchefk, Joe Dam- asko and Mike Damasko are under arrest at Monongahela in connection with the case. Mr. and Mrs. Blatt were dragged from their beds, bound and gagged. The house was then ransacked. Miners Return to Work. Johnstown.—The miners who struck at the Puritan Coal Mining Company’s operations will return to work, the difficulty between the mine foreman and the miners having been adjusted. Striking miners at the Stony Creek Coal & Coke Company mines at Hol- sopple, pursuaded the men brought there not to enter the mines. There has been no serious trouble. A Companies Increase Capital. Harrisburg.—Three large increases of capital stock in oil companies were filed at the state department. They are: United Natural Gas Company, Oil City, $1,000,000 to $8,000,000; Oil City Fuel Supply Company, Oil City, $2,000,000 to $7,000,000, and Com- mercial Natural Gas Company, Oil City, $100,000 to $200,000. Wili Run |Non-Union. Butler.—Coal operators of Butler county, at a,meeting held at Clay- tonia, decided to run their mines dur- ing the strike if enough miners can be obtained. The miners went out last Monday by order from the district officers of the union. The operators believe nearly all the union miners will return to their jobs. Westinghouse Men Go Back. The. Westinghouse Electric and Manufacturing Company sent orders to 300 men in and about Braddock to report for duty at the works in East Pittsburg, this being the first sign of rea] activity at the company’s works. It is expected the entire old force, which was laid off last fall, will soon be back at work. Got All the Votes. Monongahela.—One of the most re- markable features of the Republican primary election in this county Satur- day was the vote polled by Charles A. Bentley, who is a candidate for re- -election to the state legislature. In his own, the Second ward, he received all of the 127 Republican votes cast. Kittanning.—Judge Patton revoked the license of the St. James hotel at Rural Valley. Two weeks ago a brawl was started in the bar-room of the hotel and in ejecting the partici- pantg, R. G. Curran, the proprietor, used a revolver with the result that spectators at a distance were shot. Punxsutawney.—Said to have been caught stealing boards from the Adri- an mines of the Rochester and Pitts- burg Coal Company here, John Stylon- ski. 19 years old, was shot dead by Nightwatchman George Shallenberger. Shallenberger was exonerated at a hearing today. Tyrone.—The Pittsburg express on the Pennsylvania railroad, due here at 4 vo’clock, was wrecked near the station. Six Pullman cars were de- railed. The passengers were badly shaken up but no one was seriously hurt. It is said a broken rail caused the accident. New Laws Wanted. Harrisburg.—Important new laws for the suppression of traffic in im- pure food and drink will be urged upon the next Legislature by Dairy and Food Commissioner James Foust. 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