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If you and I might only
Far from the world’s
And find some leafy spot, and low,
Softly to charm our wedded voices—
‘A spot where black hill-shadows fall,
And where the blue sea-spaces glisten,
A glen where dreamy billows call,
For souls, like yours and mine to listen—
How gladly, then, the days woul wide!
How faultlessly the nights would follow,
With cadences of many a tide
n many a cavern cool and hollow!
What peace our sheltered lives would hold!
lacid lives discover—
ird, and sea-wave told
The joys of lover and of lover!
What rest our
While wind, and
I picture easeful moments spent Ll
Among broad, shadowy branches, lifting
Their gloss to some pure firmament os
‘Where spheres of pallid Drace are drifting;
I see the flexuous vine-coil «
The deep, dark mosses glimmer
b between close-tangled
The clear-curved breaker flashing keenly.
‘And wate
Morn after morn our happy eyes, : :
From bright, smooth beach, or sheer cliff-ending,
Would greet with unassuaged surprise
The grandeur of the sun’s ascending.
‘A ceaseless marvel unto us .
Would seem day’s mighty flower unfolding—
Beholding the miraculous, :
And awed with its divine beholding.
Eve after eve each fleeting hue
In western heavens would wake our wonder,
Till vaguely arched that eyrie blue
The white stars love to blossom under;
‘And o’er dusk waters, it
The kindling eastern air grew yellow,
While gaudily from the purple sea
Mounted the great moon, golden-mellow,
‘Ah, here how sweet, my
To dream, aloof from any sorrows,
Of one fair, changeless monotone—
Serene to-morrows and
‘Ah, sweet, in sooth, when God ha
All colors at the calm sky-verges,
‘And night came silencing the world,
oudening the long sea-surges.
And
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rude. wrangling voices,
rowse,
reenly,
oughs,
might be,
love, my own,
to-morrows!
furled,
—Edgar Fawcett.
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" Her name was Lily, and she was a
white cow. That is, she was born
white, but being a cow, she had the
careless sleeping habits of her kind,
which resulted in grass stains here
and there upon her hide, and patches
of baked mud.
My father had lately acquired her
In the place of a debt that had
seemed dubious.
She was an abnormally constructed
cow, with what Artemus Ward would
have called a long “style of architec-
ture.” Long legs, long horns, and a
tail so long that if it had not been
for a peculiar bend next the body, the
brush end would have swept the
ground.
Now, you want tq beware, always—
there are no exceptions to this rule—
of a cow with a bent poker attach-
ment connecting her tail with her
body, particularly if she wears the
rest of its length hanging straight
down. You may be sure that is the
only straight thing in her make-up.
[f you have occasion to milk her,
don’t forget this.
Not that Lily held her tail aggres-
sively. It had an air rather dejected
than otherwise, while her meek eyes,
half shut, and long horns absurdly
wide apart, gave her an apologetic,
almost a. appealing expression,
which was altogether misleading.
Now, I had to milk her, and ex-
perience had taugh®: me that if ever
a cow was born with an evil spirit,
that cow was Lily. I could tell by
the hang of her tail when she meant
mischief. If it hung straight and
limp from the bend, I took care to
perch myself on the stool with a view
to sudden changes of position. True,
my premonitions, though always to
be depended upon for the climax,
never taught me when to expect it.
It was clear that Lily had a scheme
of her own on which she relied with
perfect confidence, for my undoing.
I tried to figure it out on some system
of astronomical mathematics, recur-
rence of comets;” or the like, but
while I was puzzling with calculations
she generally announced hers by cas-
ually putting her foot in the foam-
ing bucket and giving me a blinding
switch in the eyes with that diabol-
ical tail. She always contrived, too,
to get the brush end in the milk,
somehow, before she flapped it over
me, knocking my cap off my head,
and me off the stool into the milk she
had tipped over.
I was not allowed to punish her.
My father was at the head of the
Humane Society in -—. No “cruelty
to animals” allowed on his premises!
In justice to him I must own that
he gave me plenty of time to “win”
Lily by gentle treatment, and the lost
milk, so far, had brought nothing but
remonstrances, more or less lively,
according to his mood. But he was
beginning to prophesy concerning
events that might be expected to take
place in the near future, if I didn’t
come to a better understanding with
the cow. This disheartened me, be-
cause I saw no way of promoting such
an understanding. How is a boy
going to comprehend “pure cussed-
ness” from a cow’s point of view?
‘And I knew this was what ailed her,
instead of ‘‘flies” and “coincidences,”
as my father declared.
One evening I carried out my
bucket and stepped up alongside of
the old sinner. I was feeling pretty
good, for I'd just been trading jack-
knives with one of the fellows, and
had the best end of the bargain
warming my pocket. Naturally I
was disposed to think the best I could,
even of Lily, and she looked meek
enough to have fooled Solomon him-
self. Anyway, she fooled me and
rather threw me off my guard. Not
that I ever gained anything by being
on my guard, except a certain self-
respect.
Well, I adjusted myself to the stool
and began my task with half a
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knife, the remaining half on the cow.
I had nearly filled my bucket with
not the slightest sign of opposition
from my 'tormenter, when suddenly
she set her great hoof in the milk
and gave me a vicious switch with
her tail! Over I went, and all that
warm deluge flowed over me!
Furious is an Arctic word when
you are really in need of something
uncommonly hot. But the English
language is poor in words calculated
to express a boy’s feelings in a time
like this. I jumped up and grabbed
a rail of the barnyard fence, quite
oblivious to my father’s prejudices.
I had given that fiend in the form of
a cow three or four sounding whacks,
when some impulse caused me to
turn and look up. There was my ex-
cellent parent gazing upon me, indig-
nant, awful. He was on horseback,
dressed for his ride to the nearest
town. He looked every inch the
scholar and the gentleman he was.
“Young man,” he remarked, in a
deep voice which I respected, but
otherwise objected to, “I can’t stop
to arrange things with you just now.
You’ve been getting ready for a
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T is because men are pr
those they love, unjust
tend to theirs.—Confucius.
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thrashing for some time. I’ll see that
you have it before I sleep. Remind
me of the promise when I come
home.”
He rode away, glancing back to see
whether I was going on with my job.
But I wasn’t. The spirit had gone
out of me, and I only wondered if he
would come home early.
I went slowly towards the house,
my empty bucket dangling and my
wet clothes clinging to my skin. My
stepmother (bless her sweet heart)
stood in the doorway as I came to
the kitchen porch.
“You poor child!” she cried in her
soft, slow way. “Has that wicked
cow been at her tricks again?”
“Yes,” I answered in a rather un-
even voice, “and I whaled her with a
rail.”
She caught her breath a little.
“Well,” she said comfortingly, “I'm
sure she deserved it, Jim, dear! I
hope it doesn’t show where you hit.
If it doesn’t I wouldn’t feel so bad
about it.”
“Oh, but Pop saw me; he was just
riding by,” I explained.
She took in the situation, but she
was my friend every time, so with
her blue eyes very wide open she half
whispered, “What did he do?”
“Said he’d take the strap to me
before bed time.” I wouldn't ery,
but the tears back of my eyes made
’em smart.
“Well, now, Jimmie,” said the dear
soul, “go and slip on some dry things
and then come and have your supper,
SO you can get to bed a little early.
You look dead tired, poor boy!”
I felt that I was fagged. Even
supper was a burden, such a longing
for my cozy bed. It was plain my
stepmother felt, with me, that no
really humane person would rouse a
growing boy of his peaceful slumbers
on purpose to wallup him. Accord-
ingly I made haste to retire, and
when Pop came in I was snoring.
He had had a profitable little busi-
ness deal, and a delightful ride in the
cool of the day, and brought home
his pockets full of new magazines.
My dear stepmother had griddle
cakes and honey for supper. No
wonder he forgot his evil plans, and
began to cut the leaves of his Scien-
tific Monthly, chatting pleasantly the
while.
thought in the pocket beside the ngw
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came down on my shoulder.
servile towards those above them, arrogant towards
those below them, and either harsh or over-indulgent to
those in poverty and distress, that it is so difficult to \
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\¥ part of wisdom to withhold judgment and immerse our-
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could feel him stiffen vo. as he asked
shortly, “Where's that boy « Po.
“Jim, poor fellow?” queried the
voice of my stepmother. “He’s gone
to bed; he seemed clear tired out”
“Yes,” said my father, “no wonder.
It takes muscle to pound a big cow
with a hard wood rail. Did he tell
you how he came to be so weary?”
She admitted reluctantly that I
did, but added excusingly: “She is
such an exasperating creature! I'm
sure Jimmie has tried his best to be
patient with her.”
“Rather compulsory patience,”
grunted my father. “I suppose the
animal is annoying, but I can’t have
the boy grow up a brute. You
should have seen the fury of the
little beggar! I can believe he is
tired. But I promised him a strap-
ping. You coaxed me out of it the
last time it was due, you know.”
“But father!” the soft voice plead-
ed. “You'll wait till morning, won’t
you? You wouldn’t wake the dear
boy out of a sound sleep?”
“That’s what I would!” declared
my irate parent, beginning to work
himself into a passion. “You know
very well he won't get his deserts at
all if I sleep on it. He must under-
stand that I mean what I say,” and he
strode towards my room.
I snored deeply.
‘“Jim!’’ he thundered.
I snored loudly and even moaned a
little in my sleep.
“Look here, sonny!” and his hand
I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
“You know what I promised you—
jump out here!” and he took a small
trunk strap from a nail on the wall.
“I'd just as soon wait till morn-
ing; I'm so sleepy,” I ventured.
“Well, I'll wake you! Try your
superior strength on a defenseless
cow, again, will you?” and the strap
came down.
A boy’s sense of justice is keen,Y
and each stroke of that strap aroused
every little demon I was acquainted
with, in my heart. I simply would
not cry, so I stood still as possible
and let him relieve his mind. He had
never whipped me so hard before,
and when he went back to the sitting
room, where his wife sat dropping
tears on her knitting work, I have
doubted since if he felt much braver
a man than he did before he trounced
me.
As for me, I forgot how much I
really admired my big, handsome
father, my teacher and friend as
well, generally speaking; and I quite
revelled in unfilial reflections until
sleep overcame me. In the morning
I looked for streaks on my back and
shoulders, and finding a few I called
my stepmother to put her kind hands
on them and feel sorry for me, inci-
dentally to report my sad condition
to my father.
I was correct in all my calculations.
Tears and kisses fell on my wounds,
and when I went out to breakfast,
sulky and sore, I found my father dis-
posed to propitiate me. Of course he
couldn’t say, in a straightforward way,
that he had over-inflamed himself,
and consequently been unduly harsh.
But he made agreeable little jokes
one to be partial towards
towards those they hate,
Therefore it is the
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and asked me, with a poke in my
sorest rib, if I “broke the rail?”
But as I remained sullen, he be-
came serious and instructive. “You
see, Jim,” he explained blandly, “the
trouble is that you fret the cow,
somehow. She is nervous and you
seem to aggravafe her nervousness.
Animals are often as susceptible to
such impressions as human beings.
Now, I'll go out with you and show
you how quickly calmness, with a
firm bearing, will quiet her.”
I cheered up at once. Nothing
could be better than this. I brought
the bucket with an alacrity that must
have surprised him, and followed him
to the barnyard.
He strode out with his usual confi-
dent gait, and stepping up to Lily as
if they were boon companions, took
her by both horns, lifting her head
from a sweet bunch of clover. She
blinked at him in her stupid, mislead-
ing way. It deceived him, but not
me, for I saw her tail go crooked.
“So, Bossy!” he ordered, and she
“soed” ol ediently.
“You see, Jim,” he remarked, ag he
tried to sit evenly on the one-legged
stool, “you see how gentle she really
is? A cow must feel that you are her
master, a kindly master, but not to
be disputed,” and he began to squeeze
the milk into the bucket. “Calmness
always has its effect... What an easy
milker she is!” he went on. “I had
an idea, from your frequent mishaps,
that she might be really difficult to
manage. But on the contrary, she
seems to be unusually docile.”
He milked away complacently and
my heart went into my boots with
the fear that that unnatural beast
was going to let him finish his work
without showing her colors. But all
at once hope revived, for I saw her
swing her long horns around and her
sleepy eyes blink at him and the
bucket, which was nearly full.
My father began one of his lectures
on kindness to all animals, cows in
particular, “because,” he argued,
“aside from the humane view of the
question, there is a value to us in
milk which is yielded willingly like
this, which is lost if the cow is
fevered or nervous. You do not mean
to be fretful or unkind, I am sure.
Convince her—” he did not finish
the sentence, for the crooked tail
bucket and then’into the speaker’s
face, while her foot went into the
bucket. :
The dripping brush blinded him
and the stool went out from under
him, so that by the time I reached
him he was lying with his hair and’
whiskers in a pool of warm milk.
But no sooner had I helped him to
his feet, than he made a dash for the
fence, and catching off the top rail,
he proceeded himself to “convince”
the cow.
“Bring the rest of the fence, Jim!”
he gasped between whacks.
“Can I help you, Pop?” I asked,
when I began to feel sorry for the
cow, and a little alarmed for my
parent.
He stopped suddenly and looked at
me half dazed, but with some shame
in his dripping face.
“I guess we'll sell that cow, Jim.
I've a notion Deacon Stillwater wants
about such an animal. She is, as I
said, an easy milker, and she certain-
ly gives a good pailful,” here he
smiled ruefully, “but the sudden and
unexpected elements are rather over-
developed in her case, and require
judicious handling. I’ll see the dea-
con to-morrow.”—From the Florida
Agriculturist. 4
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“Abundant food without compen-
sating labor’’ is one orf the causes of
moral deterioration of wild animals in
captivity, according to McClure’s.
He writes:
“He who enters the field of wild
animal psychology, even for a brief
stroll, should pray to be delivered
from the folly of seeing too much
and the evil of knowing things that
are not true. Observations are use-
ful only when they are squared by
reason and common sense and
grounded on the bedrock of absolute
truth.
“While a considerable amount of
serious study has been bestowed upon
the mentality of the dog, the cat, the
horse, and a few other domestic ani-
mals, the mental and moral moods
and tenses of wild animals are but
little known. It is natural for a
hunter to believe that after meeting
an animal twenty times in its own
haunts he has acquired a fair under-
standing of its moral character. I
know this through personal experi-
ence. But I have proved to my com-
plete satisfaction that, no matter how
well a hunter or field naturalist may
learn the mental processes and traits
of a free wild animal, he cannot pos-
sibly measure its intelligence nor
sound the depths of its moral possi-
bilities without making it captive
and studying it in captivity.
Many human beings are ‘good’ be-
cause they have never been under the
harrow of circumstances nor suffi-
ciently tempted to do wrong. It is
only under the strain of strong temp-
tation that human character is put
through the thirty-third degree and
tried out. No doubt a great many of
us could be provoked to join a mob
for murder, or forced to steal, or tor-
tured into insanity. It is only under
the" artificial conditions of captivity,
with loss of freedom, exemption from
the daily fear of death, abundant
food without compensating labor, and
with every want supplied, that the
potential ‘cussedness’ of wild crea-
tures comes to the surface. A cap-
tive animal often reveals traits never
recognized in the free individual.
These manifestations are of many
kinds; but for the present moment
we propose to consider only one.”
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THOUGHTS OF A PHILOSOPHER.
From ‘Pensive Ponderings,” by Cuyler
Reynolds.
If you have no keen miseries, by
what comparison will you feel keen
joys?
Contentedness with one’s life pro-
duces better health than the best of
food, exercise or right living.
Fine character, in ourselves or in
our friends, is like polished silver—
the least mar stands out so dis-
tinctly.
I cannot blame any man for being
what he is; but I blame myself when
I mistake him for being what I think
he should be.
‘When one is able to smile cour
ageously through misery, one has
conquered Fate, and there is no rea-
son why happiness is not ever his.
Those who understand us as we
would be understood have placed
logs upon the hearthstone of our in-
nermost chamber to brighten and
give cheer.
On the upturned page: “The mis.
sion of women is to make unhappy
and to be unhappy’—verily it would
seem a woe-man; but is such writer
truthful? ’Tis for each to answer.
If we allow our characters to form
on right lines, well and good, for then
without effort comes also a good
reputation; but he who strives for
reputation may acquire that, yet con
tinue without character.
True, it is always necessary tc
make a start, but with the objective
once perceived, like the billiardist,
look not at the ivory globe you are
to cue, but steadily at the spot where
you intend that ball to cease its roll.
Almost all the virtues may be
forced to flourish in another’s char-
acter by tedious treatiment—probity,
modesty, studiousnecs, love of
church-—but as forced fruit never
has a delicious flavor, so the made-
to-order character loses much charm
PENNSYLVANIA STATE NEWS _
GIVES LIFE FOR HIS SISTER
Seven-Year-Old Hero Deliberately
Drowns to Save Her.
Punxsutawney.—Rather than pull
his little sister, who attempted to res-
cue him, into the river, John Muller,
aged 7, deliberately allowed himself
to drown in Mahoning creek here.
The boy and a 5-year-old sister,
Mary, were playing along the bank
when John lust his balance and fell
into the stream. Securing a long
stick, Mary reached to the fleating
child. The current was too strong
and, seeing her on, the verge of top-
pling into the water, the iad released
his hold and sank.
Mrs. Muller, who is dangerously ill,
has not been told of her son’s death.
PITTSBURGERS FINED $1,300
Heavy Penalties for Violating Oieo
Laws in an Eastern County.
Harrisburg.—A telegram received
here from Pottsville stated that John
J. Lenderman, head of the Dundee
Creamery Company of Pittsburg, and
N. E. Jurns, his agent, were fined $100
and costs on each” of 13 indictments
for illegal sale of oleo in Schuylkill
county. :
More than a ton of oleo was confis-
cated in Western Schuylkill county.
The defendants pleaded guilty and as
soon as sentenced were arrested anew
by United States Marshals on charge
of violating the Federal oleo law.
BOY DROWNS
Regains Skiff and Is
Rescued.
West Newton.—William Wilhelm,
18 years old, was drowned and Roy
Rifinger, 16 ,had a narrow escape here
this afternoon while rowing in the
Youghiogheny river.
Their skiff was caught by a ferry
cable and upset. Both boys were
thrown out, but the skiff righted it-
self and young Rifinger crawled back
into it. He was rescued as the boat
drifted toward shore half filled with
water.
Wilhelm grasped the cable, but, the
current being swift and the stage of
water unusually high, he soon became
exhausted and sank. The body has
not been recovered.
Companion
ONE KILLED, THREE HURT
Four Deaths May Be Outcome of Ac-
cident in Colliery.
Pottsville—By the explosion of a
charge of dynamite in the gangway
of the Praper colliery Andrew Caval-
age was killed and three foreigners
were so badly injured that they are
not expected to recover.
Cavalage. was a contract miner and
had charge of the driving of a gang-
way for the Philadelphia and Reading
Company in the Draper mine, near
Girardville. The men had drilled a
hole and were tamping it with dyna-
mite when an explosion occurred.
The exact cause may probably never
be known but the entire supply of dy-
namite in the gangway was exploded,
and it is considered marvelous that
all were not blown to pieces.
Cavalage’s eyes were blown out and
his arms torn off while the others
were terribly crushed and battered.
MOB THE CAR CREW
Chester Strike Sympathizers Bombard
Car and Are Arrested.
Chester.—A crowd of men and boys
in sympathy with the striking em-
ployes of the Chester Traction Com-
pany bombarded one of the trolley
cars at Second and Highland avenue,
severely injuring George Nevin and
Henry Zimmerman, the motorman and
conductor. Nevin was dragged from
the car and jumped upon.
A squad of police and members of
the state constabulary arrested 11
men who, at a special hearing, were
held on a charge of malicious mis-
chief.
SHCCKING TREATMENT CHARGED
Allegations Made Concerning Manage-
ment of Somerset County Home.
Somerset.—Shocking ‘treatment of
inmates at the Somerset county home
arrest of Poor Directors William
Grant and John Reiman. The two
gave bail before Justice of the Peace
Josiah H. Pisel for their appearance
at court, the charge of criminal negli-
gence against them being preferred
by Constable William W. Gilbert.
Autos Run Into Crowd.
Reading.—While a crowd of people
here were watching automobiles ar-
rive at a checking station in connec-
tion with the endurance run of the
Motor club of Harrisburg, two of the
machines ran into a number of spec
tators, knocking them down. James
L. Douglass, 80 years old, a retired
manufacturer, is not expected to re-
cover. The drivers were taken into
custody, but were released on bail.
Bankers Indicted.
Pittsburg. — Henry Reber, paying
teller, and John Young, auditor of the
Farmers’ Deposit National Bank, who
are in jail in connection to the de-
falcation of $1,105,000 from the insti-
tution, were indicted by the United
States grand jury. The indictment
charges the former employes with the
embezzlement of $118,000.
Quay Statue.
The marble statue of the late Sena-
tor Matthew Stanley Quay, for which
the State Legislature appropriated
$20,000 in recognition of his services
in behalf of the Commonwealth, is
completed. It has been approved by
| the daughters of the late Senator, and
| by the members of the State Monu-
| ment Commission. Governor Edwin
S. Stuart and his colleagues on the
Board of Public Grounds and Build-
All at once he remembered, and I
switched suddenly, splashing into the
—Leslie’s Weekly.
ings. will be requested to designate
the position the statue is to occupy in
) the new State Capitol.
is alleged in charges resulting in the |
[ny $180 for this year’s expenses on
JUDGE’S WILL BROKEN
Edwin M. Paxson, Distinguished
Jurist, Failed to Execute
. Legal Testament.
Philadelphia.—The will of Edwin
M. Paxson, late Chief Justice of the
Pennsylvania Supreme Court, consid-
ered one of the ablest jurists of the
county, was broken upon a technical-
ity by the Supreme Court. It con-
tained among other things a provi-
sion for the establishment of an agri-
cultural college for boys amounting
to about $300,000.
This was contested in the Orphans’
court on the ground that the will had
not been executed 30 days before the
decedent’s death, as required.by the
law relating to bequests to charities.
The peint also was raised that it
had not been properly witnessed by
two subscribing witnesses. This
point was sustained by the Orphans’
Court, and the provision for the col-
lege was held to be invalid. An ap-
peal was taken to the Supreme court,
and {in an. opinion handed down by
Chief Justice Mitchell "today the
Orphans’ court was affirmed.
INSURANCE ‘BUSINESS GOOD
Receipts at State Department Are
Heavier’ This Spring Than
Ever Before.
Harrisburg.—The insurance busi-
ness is booming in Pennsylvania.
Receipts at "the State insurince de-
partment from tax and licenses have
been heavier this spring than ever be-
fore in the ‘history of the depart.
ment.
Since April 1, when the license
vear began 25,630 licenses have been
issued, as compared with 24,087 for
the same period last year. The num-
ber of companies licensed increased
from 291 to 305.
The fees collected between Janua-
ry 1 and May 1 were $94,310.86, as
against $89,853.95 last year. The tax
on business for 1907 amounts to $1,-
338,373.60, as against $1,298,915.93 on
the business of 1906.
STATE’S CASH BALANCE
Mr. Berry Will Leave Financial Af-
fairs of State in Good Shape.
When William H. Berry leaves the
office of State Treasurer he will turn
over to his successor, John O. Sheatz,
a balance of $13,830,877.21.
This is the total shown by the
treasury statement for the close of
April, the general fund containing’
$11,339,957.70, and the sinking fund
$2,490,919.51., y
The receipts‘for the past month were:
$1,548,270.85, and .the expenditures
$1,300,804.59, making an excess of
receipts over expenditures for the
month of $247,466.26.
For the fiscal. treasury year begin-
ning November 30 last, the receipts
have been. $8,203,550,55, and the ex-
penditures '$7,258,383.20, an excess of
income over outlay of $945,167.35.
MYSTERIOUS BLAZE FATAL
Man Rushes from Kitchen Frightfully
Burned "and Dies.
Kittanning.—Jacob Davis died from
burns received in a mysterious man-
ner at his home in Manorville. He
was alone in the kitchen when his
wife upstairs detected odor of smoke.
She discovered the kitchen ablaze.
Her husband emérged with his
face, hands and arms frightfully
burned while his clothing was un-
scorched. He died 24 hours later.
The house was saved by neighbors.
Withdraw Indorsement of School.
New Castle.—The Rev. George W.
Kincaid, superintendent of the Color-
ed Industrial school here, was severe-
ly scored by the New Castle Minis-
terial association which by resolution
withdrew a previous indorsement of
the school. The Rev. J. W. John,
the Rev. William G. McConnell and
the Rev. Andrew Magill, last March
appointed to investigate the school,
reported and the unfavorable resolu-
| tions followed.
Money for Militiamen.
Harrisburg.--The adjutant general’s
office will issue an order in a few days
allowing each National Guard compa-
the ranges. The money comes from
the federal government, which also
provides ammunition.
Governor Grants Respite.
New Castle.—A respite was grant-
ed by Governor Stuart to Rosario
Serze, sentenced to be hanged May 7.
On petition of citizens of New Castle
his time is extended to June 9, to per-
mit another hearing before the par-
don board. ;
Body Hurled 300 Feet.
Butler. — Lawrence “McLaughlin of
Karns City, an oil’ well pumper, was
struck by the Buffalo flyer, on the
Allegheny Valley Railroad, at Parker
and instantly killed. His body was
hurled 300 feet to the water's edge.
"Roof Blown Off Church.
Scranton.—The roof was blown off
St. Peter’s Lutheran church here. The
rain was heavy and floods caused the
closing of several collieries.
Altoona.—The Altoona Board of Ed
ucation re-elected H. J. Wightman su-
perintendent.
i New Bank Building.
Connellsville.—The directors of
the Second national bank of Connells-
ville awarded a contract for the con-
struction of the bank’s new eight-
story home to the A. & S. Wilson
Company of Pittsburg. Its bid was
the lowest, $117,500. It will be a
steel,” brick and stone structure in
Pittsburg street,
Greensburg. —The Westmoreland
| Coal Company has announced that
the full force of men at the Claridge
imines will be put to work.
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