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VOLUME 2.
KEYNOLPSYILLE, PENX'A., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 18, 1893.
NUMBER 23.
The
SUCCESS!
-Of our sales
s and
lee'
I
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
We have a few more
MEN'S
we are selling for the sum of
$7, 7.50 and $8.50,
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 nave to come at once.
SCHOOL
$2.
Reduced from $2.50 and $3.00.
School will Boon commence again and many a boy will
be in need of new clothes. We will offer 1,000 Boys' Good,
Durable and Stylish. Cassimere, 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..
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paralleled
for Summer of-
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SUITS
SUITS,
i3 1- i
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WHOM THE 60D3 LOVE.
ITon say that being no oM
'Twaa time for him Iodic?
Rings sot your comment cold
And even Inhuman? Why
fthould tenderer tears be shed
When death lays young lives low,
Spared rears of sorrow and frot,
Spared age's overthrow-?
When young, we are railed away.
We shirk untold regreti
Tor austere Tlmo will slay
Not merely ourselves, bat yet
Brand with authentic sign
His despotism elsewhere
Drape wisps of silvering hair
O'er eyes beloved plow line
And furrow on treasured cheeks.
"Whom the gods love die young."
Ah, me I there wisdom's tongue
With sovereign accent speaks!
Pity the old who die.
The young behind them leave
Such bounteous grief whereby
Fate bids they should not grieve.
Heart racked with many a sigh.
Wounded with many a tear.
Pity the old who die.
The young are happier far.
-Cdgar Fawcett in LipplneotCa.
LOVED AND WAITED.
Mme. Novar reclined on a lounge in
the maflmfn'rpnt hnndnlr of Vior Mwa
house. Between her lips was it small
cigarette, ana rrom the salver by her aide
she from time to time rained a tiny enp
of coffee to Tier month.
"Tonight I shall tell him nil," she
murmnrea, tnrowmg one nana beneath
her head and gazing at the wreaths of
smoke as they cnrled npward. "It Is
scarcely fair to deceive the boy longer.
He loves me passionately, and I well.
Martha Novar is also in love." Sh
knocked the ash of her cigarette into a
silver tray.
At that moment a man entered the
room. He was clothed in the nni form nt
an officer in the imperial guard and was
as nanasome as a man well can be.
"Ah. crood eveninor." he said o-avlv.
"Yon see I have not kept yon waiting to
night." wo threw down his shako on
the table and drew his chair close to the
lonnce.
"No, you are very good, Stanislos."
men, alter a sugnt pause: "l have some
thing of great importance to tell you to
nightsomething that my cowardice
has prevented me from telling you long
before this, and for which I have to suf
fer by marring the hanniness of snch a
time."
She threw away her cigarette impet
uously, and then continued:
"It is about Ivan Novar."
"Do not talk of him now. Ho if. dead and
should be forgotten. What reason have
VOU for sneaking- of him tn mo? f vlaw
you are his widow; tomorrow you will
d me wire 01 stanislos r eovltch."
"Yon misunderstand ine. My hus
band is dead, but I did not lose him b
death. He married me because I was
wealthy, because I had many servants
and was rich in gold, but throe months
after the wedding he went away from
me to live witn tne woman he loved.
He never loved mo. nor did T rer Wa
him. vet I believed I did at. rha tlms T
should have told you all before it was
too late, out even now there is time to
retract."
The vounir officer bent clnanr tn Yar
pressing her hand with his lips.
-My poor Martha! What misery you
must have suffered, what rutin it. inn at.
have caused Ton! Still thnra i
whom you can trust, and one whom you
you jove. is that not so?"
"Yes." she rnnlied sfmnlv. 'T 1
you. But," releasing herself from his
grasp ana standing up, "my mind is
made up. You do not know the woman
I am. Yon do not rcaliza that T Am ni a.
graced forever. I cannot destroy the
happiness of your life by uniting myself
to one so pure, so innocent of the world.
You are but a boy, I a woman of 28
winters. Such marriages are never,
never happy ones."
He waa looking nt. liar In nm
while she stood before him as pale as
mar oio, witn a slight tinge of red on
either cheek.
"Martha, von av vnn hnva Tin nHah
destroy my happiness. Why, then, do
you do so by casting this terrible misery
in my path? God knows how much I
love you. As for our union being an
unhappy one, it is preposterous." Then,
more calmly: "Do not destroy our plans
for the future in this heartless fnablnn
my darling. Your disgrace I have no
luuugui, ior. is in my eyes not a dis
grace, but a misfortune."
Mme. Novar was hannv nnnr. fih
felt that her duty had been done, and
now that this passionate boy's love was
not only unmoved, but actually increas
ed, her heart's one desire was fulfilled.
The desertion of his wife by Ivan No
var 10 voars before hud fnrmud rha tnnln
of society scandal in Moscow for HATVt a
time after the event occurred. But the
woman had not slunk away and hidden
herself from the eyes of the world. She
had foilL'ht against all Anil II von" If Ann
pith all the determination of her char
acier.
No one knew where ha had ornriA 1m f.
she. She had never loved him and did
not mourn his loss. It was the dishonor,
cue aegraoation that would ever be at
tached to his. to her name when tha
truth was known that made her face so
pale and wreathed her eyes with fur
rows. When she met fttaiiislna FamHfoh A
he had first declared his love for her. she
auu resuiea nun, not unkindly, but firm-
lv. and had ahinlriari Vint rl(toi4 Arvoinat
the passion which butfor this precaution
would have plunged her into disgrace as
great as that which polluted the name of
her husband.
But one day she received the news of
the death of ivan Novar. With this in
telligence the barrier of reserve which
had been thrown np between herself and
her ardent lover was removed, and now
they were to be married.
Stanislos was a comparative stranger
to Moscow ana scarcely two and twenty,
so that the history of Mme. Novar was
unknown to him. All he knew was that
she was a widow, but nntil then he had
never had any idea of the truth.
The next day Mme. Novar drove to a
distant part of the city. Happy in her
own thoughts, her face bright and suf
fused with a deep color as the biting
wina touched her cheeks, she scarcely
noticed the passersby as the sleigh slip
ivd over the snow. When at the corner
of a street the horses slowed down, she
raised her eyes, and they fell upon the
figure of a tall, gaunt man aWring
coarse, ragged clothes, torn and greasy.
Neither the persistent scowl on his face
nor the thick, matted beard wTiich cov
ered hischeeks could blot out the air of
refinement that pervaded his whole per
son. In the dragging, slouching walk
there was a similitude of former firm.
ness and elasticity of step that had been
shattered by debauchery and vice, while
the brown hands that swung; carelessly
by his side had lost but little of their
delicacy and softness.
The -cry that she gave caused him to
raise his head and look directly at her,
He stopped and would have entered the
vehiclo, but she hastily thrust a card
into his hands, and murmured hurriedly
"Call on me at noon today."
Ho looked her full in the face for a
moment, then turned on his heel and
continued his walk. He was Ivan Novar.
"You have come back, then." said
Mme. Novar in a cold, harsh voice as
her husband entered the room.
"Yes," he answered, folding his arms.
"The rumor you heard of my death was
a false one, set afloat by tTiose whom it
most benefited. I have for a long time
been trying to discover your whereabouts
to let you know the truth. I have come
now to save you from disgrace."
"You have come to save me from dis
grace," repeated Mme. Novar, dwelling
with bitterness on each word. "You
have come to rob me of the only happi
ness which my life has ever known!
You have come to poison my love, to
tear me away from the only man for
Whoml hold respect! lou have drag
ged your own namo into the mire, and
with it minel You ruined my life and
blighted my hopes, and now you come
to save me from Iroin disgrace! I thank
you."
"You are very bitter," he answered.
"I did it for your sake."
"And what are you going to do now?"
she asked, sinking into a loungo.
"I shall go away forever. I shall not
see you again. I will let yon know when I
am when you aro free. That is all I
can do."
Thore was a few moments' silence.
Then she spoke again:
"And Vassily, where is she?"
"Dead," ho answered hoarsely.
"Well, you took your happiness at the
expense of mine, and you have suffered
for It. I no longer have need of you."
She waved her hand in the direction of
the door, and the next moment he was
gone.
For a little while Mmo. Novar sat. cold.
dumb and passionless, trying to gather
the thoughts which flew madly through
her brain. Then of a sudden she threw
herself on the lounge and burst into a
flood of tears.
Shortly after, Stanislos, unannounced.
entered the room and stood with his
band upon the door, gazing in astonish
ment at the sobbing figure. She did not
hear bis approach.
"Martha," he said, laying his hand on
her arm, "what does this mean?" He
went down on one knee by the side of
the couch. She raised her head and stag-
gerea to ner feet.
"It means that we must part." Stan
islos looked curiously at her, wondering
if intense happiness had affected her
mind. She saw his incredulous expres
sion ana auaeu chokingly:
"My husband is alive. I have seen him
today."
"It is impossible!" he almost shouted.
"You must be mistaken. It is an im
postor whom you have seen. Your-hus-band
is dead, and in a few hours you
will be my wife."
Then she told him everything.
When she had finished, he led her to a
seat and sat by her side.
"There is one remedy the law. You
have but to release yourself from this
man's clutches by the law, and you will
be free. I will go at once and arrange
the matter for you. I will see that your
my future happiness is not destroyed
by this fellow."
He rose to go, but she detained him.
"No, no. I am as free now as ever I
can be while he lives. I could not wish
to seek redress from the law. I could
not do it. It could never bring me hap
piness, and that is all I want. No, no.
You must go away from me must try
to forget me. You are young and have
all the world before you, while I I have
seen enough of the world. You must
not ruin your peace of mind by refusing
to see reason through your love glamoured
eyes."
Her roice trembled, for the effort to
speak calmly when her very soul was torn
asunder had caused her cheeeks to blanch
and her lips to quiver. For some time
he pleaded with her, implored her to
make the union with him possible and
honorable by the intervention of the
law, or at least to hold out some hone of
all obstacles being eventually removed.
But she told him with firmness that they
must part forever.
"I will go," be. said at length, "If you
wish it, but I shall return. I will not
be with you, but I shall watch over you
and guard von nntil thndnv mines nkn
you are free. Then I shall come and
ciaim you as my own, ana nothing shall
mar the happiness of our lives."
"You will never ha aliln tn Via nam. ma
and yet keep from my side. You must
go away altogether, and when you may
come obck i win sena you a message,
Bnt it mav be vears."
"As you wish. We are both young and
can afford to wait. But, oh, my darling,
reconsider your decision once more the
last timel Think!"
She shook her head sadlv.
"Not even the love I bear to you can
induce me to unsay what I have already
saia.
"Then we mnst aav mndhv."
All the coldness went out of her heart
at a sweep when those bitter words fell
upon her ears. She looked full into his
eyes anu saia laiienngiy:
"It seems to me that I hava annllnd
your whole life. All I pray for is that
you win team to iorgei me soon ana to
put me from your thoughts. I do not
mean to be nnkind, but such a state of
anairs will be better for both. Goodby."
Five vears had flown, And Mmo
Novar sat in her drawing room at St.
i-eterBunrg. in her hnnd she held the
key that unlocked those chains which
had bound her life's happiness for so
long and which she now hesitated to
utilize as her heart told her. For more
than an hour aha ant. filled with n
strange happiness, that savored of re
gret mingica with remorse. She was
free now, freed from the bonds that the
law had wound about her and tho man
who was once her legal husband.
Drawing her writing materials toward
her, she wrote the letter wljhjh she had
promised to send five years before.
"Come, Stanisloe," she wrote, "if you
are happy, that I may know it and re
joice. Come, if von are nnlinnnv. tlmr
1 may comfort you."
Bhe did not dispatch it, but kept it,
with the intention of handing it herself
to his lawyer.
That evening she bad an engagement
at Mme. Zernovo's. There were moru
lines on the forehead nml checks nf tlm
image reflected in her mirror than slio
nau ever noucea Deiore. The gray lialrs
stood out with a distinctness that she
had never realized hitherto. A tw lmn.l.
ing close to the glass, Bhe stood erect
snarpiy.
"What am 1 doing? This childlike
vanity is foolish. Rut. wl
beauty which brought my ruin. Where
id ui mBier or my eyes or tne roses or
mv cheeks? Ah. it ia and that, whlln tin.
heart is still young the flesh should lmve
aged so much."
She went down the staircase and en
tered her carriage, driviua to the hom;
of her friend.
There were a lnrcn niimlwr if truest a
that night Mme. Novar became her
self once mora And nl a v wl ami .nclnmti.il
the company with her captivating voice.
mere was one song which on this
particular night she sang with all the
fervor of her heart. It was "The Slei,'h
Bells," a duet of which Bhe sang but one
part, while no one accompanied her.
Peonle wondered At her at
bnt she laughingly told them it was her
wmm. .never uau she been so gay siuco
tho time of that terrible parting.
During the second versa a full bnn.l.
some man, dressed in the uniform of the
Imperial Guard, walked quickly over to
the hostess and whispered:
"Will you bring Mme. Novar over to
my wife? I should like to introduce
them to one another."
.When the sonar wns finUhr.rl
in which he had so often accoinpuniei!
uemve years ago Mme. Zcrnovu led
her across the room tnwlnraf,ni.-.,.
stood by the side of his wife.
"Mauaine, let me introduce to you u
new arrival in St. Petersburg, Captain
Feovitch."
There was an Awkwur.l iil ..
moment, while Mme. Novar wentghust
ly pale and pressed her lips tightly to
gether.
"Allow me to introduce to you my
wife," he said, holding out his huud to
ward a lovely vonnir tHrl n-lin crimw..i
shyly at the woman before her.
uez me congratulate you. You havo
indeed a sweet wife."
The words were slowlv Ami r.uii,p.,n,.
uttered. '
When the others had
said: "You did not write to me. I wait
ed until a vear ar?r. Than T fhnn,i. i
should never hear."
He spoke with tho same frank, boyish
voice that had nonrad mil; tta tnmi
passionate love in her ears five years ago.
She refrained from telling him the
whole truth now now she was free and
bow she had waited nil rhoao -van
JIIIO ,v
claim him. She suid nothing about all
Some one was nlavinir a
while amid the thromr
his young wife. Mme. Novar roused
nerseir irom the reverie into which Bhe
had fullcn and cast her va i-..n,.,i i.
room. When they fell on Mme. Feo-
viicu, sne murmured:
"She is lovelv." Kha
" - aaw aa villlll
and looked down at the nnltu).Ai
When she raised her head again, Stuuis-
ios was gone. Hue did not see him again
that night She did not see him uifiiin
ever.
In the SOlitudoof hnv nlmmnai. in k..
afterward, still iu her evening dress,
Mme. Novar tore onen the nnta b.1.1 ruauoH
to the mun she loved.
"Come if you are happy, that I way
know it and rejoice."
A moment later and a llnv tionn
ashes lav beneath tho burning' taper.
THE 8NAHE BITE WAS FATAL. "
And the Red Nosed Man VTmt on to Tell
Row the Venom (lot In Its Work.
"It's all humbug, this talk alwnt rat
tlesnakes being so deadly poison," said
a red faced man in the smoking car.
"I've lived among 'em. They used to
bo so thick out where I live that you
had to be mighty careful where yon put
your feet down if you didn't want to
hurt a rattler or two every tlmo you
stepped.
"My bed was never anymore than big
enough for me and the easy conscience I
always slept with, but I've woke un
more times than I've got fingers and
toes and found that two or three rattle
snakes had managed to find room with
us. They were plenty, I tell you, out
where I live. But deadly? Pooh! Why,
I've known scores and scores of people to
be socked, and socked deep, by rattlers,
and I never knew of but one instance
where a rattler's bite was fatal; never
but once out of more cases than there's
pimples on a goose.
"Bill Bulger was the man that was
bit that time a great, big, rough scuff
of a log chopper that didn't look as if a
whole den of rattlers could raise as much
as a flea bite on him. Bnt he went' to
teasing a big buck rattlesnake that had
come down to camp to look around one
day, and the snake just threw his upper
teeth against Bill a couple of times, and
every drop of poison he had he emptied
into Bill's wrist. Holler? Great jees
wax, how Bill did holler! We grabbed
him and hustled him over to the Pig's
Ear shebang on t'other side of the camp
and began to decant rum into him, and
it wasn't long before Bill looked as if he
was glad he was bit.
"Every body said he'd die, though, sure
pop, because that buck rattler must have
unloaded into Jim close on to three fin
gers of tho best poison he had. Conse
quently folks were surprised more than
you can think when they got around
next morning and found Bill on deck as
chipper as a red squirrel nud souud as a
white oak knot."
"What!" exdvnaf" taw m the
next seat. I a Jit 4f ttt .-a- oue
was fatal!"
"It was, sir," reQed 'J3 red faced
man. "Bill got blind, crazy drunk on
tho strength of that snake bite and killed
the bartender!" New York Sun.
Cosmetics Among the Romans.
All that had been previously done in
the way of facial decoration was left far
in the shado by the ancient Romans.
All the Latin writers historians, poots,
naturalists and others mention it in
one way or another. It was the practice
of Roman actors, as it has 1een of those
of the profession since the theater has
existed. Many of the emperors used
paint more or less freely. Heliogabalus,
one of the most eccentrio, when he en
tered Rome for the first time, had his
eyelashes painted black and his cheeks
red and white. In the time of Augustus1
the custom was universal among women
of fashion, details of which are given by
Horace, Catullus, Tibullus, Ovid, Pro
pertius and the rest. Martial speaks of
tho chalk of Fabulla that fears the rain,
and the wax of Sabella that fears the
sun.
Horace mentions red lead and carmine
as among the articles employed. Ju
venal in one of his satires describes a
paste that covers the faces of wives and
adheres with tenacity to the faces of hus
bands. Coquettes, according to Horace,
used a paste prepared from beans, much
like that used by some modern French
women, and were also given to the use
of cummin. Mundragora is mentioned by
Pliny, and poppies by Ovid. San Fran
cisco Chronicle.
now Lightning Kills.
The cause of death bv liirhtnW a tW-
sudden absorption of the electrio cur
rent. When a thundercloud which is
highly charged with positive electricity
hangs over anv certain nlisca. tha earth.
beneath it becomes abnormally charged
with tne negative electrio current, and a,
man, animal or other object standing or
lvinif directly beneath Alan nnrtnbaa r.f
the last mentioned influence. If, while
the man, animal or other object is in
this condition, a discharge takes place
from the cloud above, the restoration of
the equilibrium will be sudden and vio
lent, or, in language tnat we can all un
derstand, the negative current from the
earth will rush ud to ioln tha
cloud current, and in passing through
tne odjoci wuicn sepurates the two cur
rents, if it be an animate beimr. will An
bo with such force as to almost invuri
ably produce instant death.
According to the above, which seems
a tenable hypothesis, to say the leust,
a fellow is really "struck" by the ground
current and not by the forked fury from
abovo at all. St. Louis Republic
An International Worker.
One of the most active and earnest
promoters of the university extension
movement, either in the new world or
the old, is Miss Jessie D. Montgomery,
a young woman whose name is often
seen among the contributors to some of
the best known English periodicals, and
who is at presuut honorary secretary of
the Exeter Center, England. New York
Tribune.
A Substitute Watoh Crystal.
Did VOU evor smash vnnr nrntoh l
tal lust wheu vou could not tvuwllilu fi-
place it? When it happens again, shake
out the broken glass, open the little rim
that holds it the bezel lay over the
face a piece of tissue paper aud shut the
bezel. This will aava tha hamla from
catching In things and not interfere with
the going, Northwest Magazine,