Me VOLUME 2. REYX0LDSV1LLE, PENN'A., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 11, 1893. NUMBER 22. The Unparalleled SUCCESS! o- -Of our sales for s and Men' Is due wholly to the fact that we give you one hundred cents' worth of val ue. Why does .everyone say that Bells are always do ing something ? Be cause we have the Goods and give you Good, New, Fresh Goods always. No old, second . hand stuff on our counters I We have a few more MEN'S we are selling for the sum of $7, 7.50 and $8.$, actual values $10, $12, and $14, so if you care to secure one of these Gems and at the same time save $3 to $5 in cash you will have to come at once. SCHOOL II. Reduced from $2.50 and $3. op. School will soon commence again and many a boy will be in need of new clothes. We will offer 1,000 Boys' Good, Durable and Stylish Cassiinere, Cheviot and Jersey Suits, sizes 4 to 14, in all different new styles (see above cut) at the unequalled low price of Two Dollars. BELL BROS.. Clothiers. - pors - and - Hatters, REYNOLDSVILLE, PA. Summer of- Boy's Suits SUITS SUITS, TO Hfc WARBLING VIREO. BwrU little prattler, whom the morning ml Found sli.li(, and thlsllvclongsnmmorday Keeps warbling sttllt here nitre I dreamed away Two brlii l.t and happy hour thnt passed at one. Lulled by thy silvery ronverw, Jit begun And never ended. Thnn dont preach to mo Bweet patience and her guest reality, The sense of days and weeks and months thai run Scarce altering In their round of happiness. And quiet thoughts, and tnllstbatdonot kill And homely pastimes. Though tho old dlstresi Loom gray above us both at times, ah, still Be constant to thy woodland note, sweet bird: By me at least thon shalt be loved and heard. Archibald Lampman In Youth's Companion WITH 1'IJNUEK TirS. HOW HELEN KELLER WAS TAUGHT THE NAMES OF THINGS. Something of tho Method Explained by Bar Tireless Instructress A Fare That Mirrors Root Which Knows Naught of the Appearance of Bin. The most interesting feature of the ed ucational congress was the appearance of Helen Keller under the kind and skill ful guidance of Miss Annie M. Sullivan, her teacher. When a babe, Helen Keller became blind, deaf and dumb. When Miss Sullivan, a young woman of unus ual beauty of form and feature, stood before the audience beside a girl who, except for the sad sign of blindness in the large eyes, gave promise of still greater beauty, her face glistening with a rapture that painters try to express in the ecstacy of angels, hearts seemed to stand still. It was a face that had never consciously looked on the distortions of passion or pain the mirror of a soul that conld not imagine the outward ap pearance of sin nor remember any of the discords of life. In her presence it was hard to appre ciate the fact that hor world lay within ours, without sun, music or speech. No one who saw it will forget the impulsive fluttering of her yonng, white hand as it sought her teacher's face or round, white throat; the satisfaction when the contact of her delicate white finger tips gave her what sight gives us; tho flash of light over her face when, with her forefinger resting on her teacher's lip, she read the answer to the question she had asked by the twinkling digital move ments in her teacher's pa! in. There wore those who wept when she repeated audibly, with a depth of feeling she alone can feel: Tell me not In mournful numbers Life Is but an empty dream. All were invited to ask questions, yei not many did so. The occasion seemed sacred. "How did you teach hor the first word?" some one ventured at last. "Her first word was 'doll,'" was the answer. "I gave her the doll, placed her finger on my lip and spoke the word. When she wearied of the doll, I took it from her, and when I returned it again gave the movement of the lips. The second word was 'mug.' I used the cup from which she drank, but became con vinced that she had not a clear idea of the name, but that it meant to her also water or drink. 80 I one day took her to the pump, and as the water was flow ing into her cup had her hold her hand in the stream, and then putting her fin ger on my lip gave her the word 'water.' Then I again gave her the word 'mug.' The idea that everything had a name, the comprehension of nouns, was a great revelation to her and came then and all at once. She was greatly excited. A nurse, with the baby sister in her arms, was standing near. Helen immediately pat her hand on its face to know its name. I told hor 'baby,' and she caught it at once. Then she stooped down and patted the ground to know what it was called. She learned many words that day, and those words she never forgot." "How soon after she learned words did she frame sentences?" "Immediately." "Were verba harder to learn thao nouns?" "Not at all. I began with such words as sit,"stand' and the like that were easy to illustrate. Prepositions troubled her most." "How does she get an idea of the ab stract?" "I cannot tell. It seems to be with her, or it comes." "Has she any distinguishing sense of musical vibrations?" "Yes, very distinct. She likes music" "Is her vocabulary large?" "Very large. She expresses herself fluently and is choioe of words." "What books does she like best?" Every now and then the white fingers fluttered to the teacher's face for just one delicate touch a finger look it was and now they rested on Miss Sulli van's lipt "Tell the people what books yon like best." Helen's face was an open book of her mental processes. She repeated each word after Miss Sullivan, but hesitated little on the words "tell" and "you," the brightness of her face dimming for the instant. As soon as she compre hended the question, which she did in ad vance of its completion, the flash of intel ligence came, and when she turned to ward the audience, for she did not seem at any time to lose her location, she said with spirit! "Oh, I have read so much that it is very hard to say what I like best, but" waiting a moment" 'Little Lord Faunt leroy"' And then followed rapidly the names of several works, some of which, it would seem, could hardly be understoQd by any one who cannot know sound and color. "How do you read?" "By raised letters and by my teacher." "I noticed when you pronounced for her you articulated with an exaggerated motion of the lips," said one. "Is not that necessary?" "Her teaching was begun in that way. I do not think it is necessary or best. I attribute the peculiarity of hrr voice to that mechanical action which she uses. I think it wonld have been better and just as easy if she had been spoken to with the usual movement." In reply to the question of her knowl edge of the abstract, General Futon re marked that the greatest development in the case of Helen Keller was that of the spiritual. Memphis Appeal-Avalanche. The Moon as We flee It. Did you ever stop to consider the fac that the inhabitants of this earth have never seen but one side of the moon, and to inquire the reasons why such is the case? The explanation is this: The moon makes one revolution on her axis in the same period of time that she takes up in revolving once around the earth, thus the same geographical region of the lunar surface is always toward us. As one ex planation usually calls for another, it may not be out of place to mention the fact that the reasons the two motions of the moon above referred to so nearly coincide are these: The moon is not a true globe, but is very elliptical in form. It did not in all probabilities orginally start on its axial rotation with precisely the same velocity with which it moved around the earth, but the very best astronomers say that the two motions were not far apart in the start. Assuming that the moon was semi-liquid or at least soft in those re mote days, tho earth's attraction caused the lunar surface to elongate, and in the nntold ages which followed its axial ro tation, owing to the attractive influence of both the earth and the sun, was made to correspond with its orbital movement around the earth. St. Louis Republic Old Time Hanking Methods. While discussing tho matter of tho troubles and trials of banking business of today President James Espy of the Onio Valley National bank said to a group of friends: "I tell you that we do not know anything about the peculiari ties of the banking business. I have heard officials of the bank when I was be ginning in the business rehearse the expe riences in early banking in Virginia. As is well known, the residents of that state were not much given to business tactics. Whenever they had occasion to issue a noto, and it was quite frequent, the bank officials had to drive around to the vari ous farms, or to the place where the maker lived, and it was quite difficult to get them to sign the original, but much more so a renewal. Experts got so they could tell whether the note was renewed in the house or in the field, as they could tell whether it was written on the pom mel of a saddle or at a regular desk." Cincinnati Enquirer. Why Bo Didn't Shoot. A man with a wife who has her own ways about doing things catches her now and then. "My dear," he said the other morning as he was dressing, "I think you were right when yon told mo last night that there were burglars in the house," "Why?" she asked nervously. "Because all the money that was in my pockets when I went to bed is gone," "Well," she said, with an I-told-you so air, "if you had been brave and got up and shot the wretch, you would have had your money this morning." "Possibly, my dear, possibly," he said gingerly, "but I would have been a widower." She laughed softly then and gave half of it back to him. London Tit Bits. Tho Whistling Tree. A species of acacia, which grows very abundantly in Nubia and the Soudan, is also called the "whistling tree" by the natives. Its shoots are frequently, by the agency of the larvee of insects, dis torted in shape and swollen into a globu lar bladder from 1 to 3 inches in diame ter. After the bisect has emerged from a circular hole in the side of this swell ing, the opening, played upon by the wind, becomes a musical instrument nearly eqnal in sonnd to a sweet toned flute. New York Telegram. A Good Kxeuso. Judge You are charged with assault ing this man. Prisoner I plead guilty, your honor, but I have a good excuse, I addressed this man civilly three times, and he never answered me. Judge Why, the man is deaf and dumb! Prisoner Well, why didn't he say so? Schalk. A curious box was recently found amid the ruins of Pompeii. The box was marble or alabaster, about 9 inches square and closely sealed. When opened, it was found to be full of pomatum or grease, hard, but very fragrant. The smell resembled somewhat that of the roses, but was much more fragrant. The Bombay officer of health protest against the destruction of the crocodiles. He says they are the best and only soar engers possible of the water reservoirs in which they dwell. The greatest eourag9 is to bear perse cution, not to answer when you are re viled, and when a wrong has been done to forgive. "The Newoomei," SEARCHING AFTER TRUTH. tho Realisation Was In Weird Discord to tho Anticipation. "Truth lies at the bottom of a well," o the people of the world told her. She was young and fair, and she searched for Truth, but her frequent visits to the well brought no discovery, only the reflection of her beautiful face In the water. One night a knock came at her door, and she sprang up and opened it There on the threshold stood a bundle of rags, which moved as if breathing. She shuddered as she asked, "Who are your Then came the answert "I am Truth." "I wonld see your face," she cried. "Nay, innocent one, my face is not fair to look upon, but I am Truth." The cold wind was blowing and cry ing, and she closed the door. The Truth she sought was pure and beautiful, not loathsome, and with the conviction of youth she was satisfied with herself for having refused this grewsotne thing ad mittance. From that day, however, strange, visitors knocked at her door, and each called himself Titith. First came a gay party of dancers, whose graceful figures swaying to and fro captivated her fancy; their musical voices held her as in their thralL Their visit was like a delightful dream, and she asked, "Pray tell me who yon are?" And they answered, "We are Truth." So she believed for days; then she real ized her mistake, and that they were not Truth, but pleasure. Again she went to the well, but there found noth ing. A day dawned brightly, and there came another knock. On her threshold stood a lovely child. Its hair was garlanded with flowers, and its garb was spotless white. When it entered, it was as if a portion of the pure light of the sun had stolen into the room. The child's anns were soon intwined abont the neck of the seeker after Truth. The odor of the blossoms intoxicated her; her heart beat with wild delight; a tender kiss was stamped on her brow, and with a gentle whisper, "I am Truth," the child was gone, and at her feet buds blossomed the room was light er than it had been for years. The memory of that vision remained with her a long time, but at last it fled, and then she knew it was Love, not Truth. Again she went to the well, yet found nothing. Years after another knock came. Her heart beat fast as the figuro of a man en tered. His manner was flattering and full of grace his face seemed honest. She had never felt the influence of oth er visitors exerted over her with; the pow er of this one. She dared not ask his name, but as he left he said, pressing her hand, "I am Truth." For years she believed it; then came doubt, and she saw what hod been her ideal of Truth was only Policy, The next visitor was a long bearded, bent old man, whoso face was furrowed and whose hands were palsied. From his feeble lips came the words, "I am Truth." His stay was short, but she remembered that visitor, and oft when the days were drear she saw be fore her the trembling hands, the thin, snow whito locks, the bent form and the quivering lips, and she believed she had found Truth. Bnt she was growing older now, and somothing told her that Sorrow was not Truth. Then she went to the well, and it was dry. But there, far down in it depths, she saw a toad. "Who are you?" she cried, and a hollow voice replied, "I am Tradition." So she turned her face toward home and knew that the whole world lied and was deceived. That same night came a knock at her door. She rose slowly and opened it. There stood the strange creature covered with rags her first visitor. "What would you? Who are you?" Then came the answer, "I am Truth." "I would see your face,? she mur mured. "Nay, experienced one, my face is not fair to see, but I am Truth." "Yet would I see it," she made an swer, "for well know I now that Truth is not what we would have it, nor is it fair." Then the figure threw off its rag cov ering, and before her stood a skeleton. Now ehe knew her life search wasend ed and that she had at last found Truth. Henry Russell Wray in Philadelphia Ledger. American pioneers were God fearing and Bible loving. They staked out town lots in 23 Bethels, 10 Jordans, 9 Jerichos, 14 Bethlehenis, 3 Ooshens, 81 Shilohs, 11 Carmels, 18 Tabors and Mount Ta bors, 23 Zions and Mount Zions, 26 Edens, 80 Lebanons, 28 Hebrews and 89 Bharons. A Liverpool policeman, who, as he thought, swallowed a sixpence 13 years ago, recently bad a severe pain in his throat. A fit of coughing came on, and the long lost coin, half of its original thickness, was reloused from his throat. There is an unknown quantity of silver in the bay of Rio do Janeiro, Brazil a silver mine, in fact, of, comparatively speaking, unlimited dimensions, and ev ery ship that drops anchor there cuts in to the bed of ore, Exchange. At Reddltch, England, 20,000 people make more than 100,000,000 needles a year, and they are made and exported so cheaply that England has no rival and practically monopolizes the trade. Tho Booster Poet Makes Confession of a Troublesome Weakness. James Whitcomb Riley, the poot, de scribed himself as a train misser. A friend thns relates how the poet con fesses his weakness: I found him occupying an easy chair in a parlor car that was attached to a train leaving Chicago at 10:30 a. m. for Indianapolis. After the greetings, in that quaintly hmnorons strain that has made the man and his writing so pop ular, he described the trial he meets with as a traveler: "I have been in the depot three hours waiting for this train to start for In dianapolis." "Why did you come here three hours before traintime? 10:80 is its leaving time." "Well, you know I am a train misser. I can't mnke a train. It doesn't make any difference what precautions I take, I miss it or take the wrong train. I got my ticket yesterday bought it over the'Mo non route' because I knew it went right through without change. If I ever have to change cars, I'm lost. Iam sure tomlss the connection or take the wrong train. I had a messenger boy go with me to the ticket office. Never could have fonnd it myself. When I got to tho hotel after tie entertainment last night, I asked the clerk what time the 'Monon' train left for Indianapolis. " 'Monon Monon,' said he; 'hasn't that road got another name? " 'It probably has. It would be Just like these railroads to change the name immediately after I bought my ticket.' Then he looked at one of those brain splitting time cards and said: " 'Yes! yesl Monon route that's theL., N. A. and A. C. railway, and it leaves at 8 a. in. "I left a call for 6:80, so I could have my breakfast and beat the depot at 7:80. I always go to the depot 80 minutes be fore the t rain leaves, and then I miss it oftener than I catch it When I pre sented my ticket to the gntckecper, he said: 'Your train leaves at 10:80.' That was so, and here I have been since 7:80. "Bill Nye says that when my head was built they run ont of gray matter when they came to fill my bump of loca tion, and they filled it with mayonnaise dressing, and that's a pretty hard thing for a man to think with." Detroit Free Press. A Courageous Corporal. When Lord Rawdon was in South Carolina, he had to send an express of great importance through a part of the country filled with continental troops. A corporal of the Seventeenth dra goons, known for his courage and intel ligence, was selected to escort it. They hud not proceeded far when they were fired upon, the express was killed and the corporal wounded in the side. Careless of his wound, he thought only of his duty. He snatched the dispatch from the dying man and rode on till, from the loss of blood, he fell. Then fearing the dispatch would be taken by his enemy, be thrust it into his wound until the wound closed npon it and con cealed it. He was found next day by a British patrol, with a smile of honorable prido npon his countenance, and with life just sufficient to point to the fatal depository of his secret , In searching the body the cause of his doath was found, for the surgeon de clared that the wound in itself was not mortal, but was rendered so by the irri tation of the paper. ' - Thus fell this patriot soldier in rank a corporal, he was in mind a hero. His name was O'Lavery, and he come from the parish of Moira, in County Down, Ireland. Youth's Companion. Appearances May Deceive. Should you happen to seo a girl walk ing along the street with her face wreathed in placid smiles, don't take it for granted that she feels perfectly con tented and happy. For the truth is that She may be having a nerve destroying argument with herself as to whether her skirt and waist meet properly in the back. She may have a tiny hole in her shoe and be perfectly wretched over the thought of gutting her silk stocking soiled. She may be on the verge of insanity because she knows that the one pin with which she fastened her skirt is going to give way. She may be conscious of a big chunk of soot that has found lodgment on the end of ber nose. She may remember that there is but one hairpin in her hair, and that it would be just her luck if it were all to tumble down. She may hear a little snap and may know that her garter has broken. That, however, is simply too horrible for words. New York Advertiser. Palettes of Painters. Palottes of famous painters form an interesting collection in tho possession of M. Beuginet of Paris. His collection numbers over 100 specimens, chief among which are the palettes used by Corot, Troyon, Delacroix, Benjamin Constaus, Bonnat, Rosa Bonheur, Detaille, Puvis de Chavannes and other artists of celeb rity. Philadelphia Ledger. - 1 Older Than Bo Was, "I say, boy," remarked a tourist to a youngster, "what's the name of that hill yonder?" "Dunno," replied the lad briefly. "Don't know? Lived here all your life, Til warrant, and don't know the name of that little lull? Well, I am surprised,1; continued the pilgrim. "No, I dunno its name," replied the lad, stung by the critioism. "Anyhow,"! he continued, "the hill was here before! oom'd.' New York Herald.
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