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VOLUME 2.
REYXOLDSVILLE, PENN'A., WEDNESDAY NOVEJUBER 22, 1893.
NUMHEH 28.
The Unparalleled
SUCCESS!
-Of our sales
s and
Men'
Is due wholly to the
fact that we give
you one hundred
cents' worth of val
ue. Why does
everyone pay 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
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III
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 have to come at once.
SCHOOL
$2.
I 9 u o y
Reduced from $2.50 and $3.00.
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 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.,
Clothiers - Tailors - and - Hatters.
REYNOLDSVILLE, PA.
for Summer of-
Boy's Suits
SUITS
SUITS,
IP
11.
DREAMINQ.
The cooling Angora of the twilight lay
A Iwilm upon the fevered rbb of day.
And, languor lulled by dream winged spirits la
thplr flffrM
Between the half uncertain honra of dark and
light,
I dream of the.
Trilled through the tilt-err phi of fading
day,
A lata bird homeward wings Ita wearied wan
And. through the wlda tranquillity of tipper
sea
Attunes his reaper Dots of faroff minstrelsy
To songs of thee.
Far from the west the aentlnel of light
Eeta the dead altars of approaching night
Aflame, and patnta the ambient aklea with
mystic gold.
Whose liquid light reflects the happiness of old
Of ma wtth the.
The sky, the air, the sea, the earth, Ita flowers,
Lie steeped In maglo of the moonlit showers.
And I? Far out beyond the waves, where sky
meets sea.
From star to star across the night's tranquil
lity. I come to thee.
The evening winds, distilled from fragrant
flowers.
Pour out their Incense on the dew wrapt hours.
And on the still, sweet harmony of sky and aea
I stray a little space Into infinity
To dwell with thee. ,
Thus when the fingers of the twilight gray
Pour balm upon the ebbing tides of day,
I, languor hilled by dream winged spirits In
their flight
Between the half uncertain hoars of dark and
light.
Can live with thee.
-Amy Seville Wolff.
Ktlgore's Objections.
A tingle phrase has made Colonel Kil
gore a national character. Very early
in his congressional career he began to
say, "I object." He has kept this np at
every session of congress with serene
consistency. A small tuau, a nervons
man or a bad tempered man could never
have made a success of such a policy.
He would have been run over in some
way. But Colonel Kilgore's "1 object,"
tittered with dignity and with delibera
tion and backed by such au impressive
personality, has won its way. It has
stopped hundreds of little bills; it has
sent many a disappointed member to the
cloakroom fuming and swearing. And
yet the big man, who is always good
humored and who smiles on slight prov
ocation, is a popular member of con
gress. There is everything in the way
that "I object" is said. The tone can
carry malice or anger or honest opposi
tion. Colonel Kilgore says "I object"
with such utter disregard of personal
considerations and with such unfailing
regularity that he has disarmed the re
sentment which usually falls upon ob
jectors. St. Louis Globe-Democrat
Smelling Ont Bank Rills.
If a bill must be sent in a letter, the
safest plan is to roll it tightly into the
shape of a lamplighter and lay it in the
fold of the sheet inclosed. Arranged in
that fashion, the fact that it is money
cannot well be distinguished by the
"feel." A thread, with a knot at the
end, will not be so likely to fetch a tell
tale fragment of the fiber paper when
drawn by means of a needle through the
envelope, and the smell of it will be less
perceptible. So peculiar is the effluvium
belonging to bank or treasury notes that
experts at the bureau of engraving say
that they can distinguish them when
sealed in envelopes by the nose every
time. A thief once showed to govern
ment detectives who had caught him
that he could pick out, while blindfolded,
from a pile of 400 letters everyone of
seven which contained paper cash mere
ly by scent. Washington Star.
Tollemaehe's Consideration.
Of the late Lord Tollemaehe's consid
eration for others an amusing instance
has been related by his brother. One
day, at Peckforton, he came down ear
lier than was his wont and happened to
look into the drawing room. He found
the room "not done" and littered with
brushes and dusters. Extremely dis
pleased he rang the bell impetuously,
and the inculpated housemaid was sum
moned, but when she appeared, instead
of administering the intended rebuke,
he apologized to her for coming into the
room so early, and was so full of excuses
for his untimely visit that she said at
last, "Pray, don't mention it, my lord."
London TitBita.
Malta Drinking Water.
"The best water I ever drank," writes
a correspondent, "was at Malta, where
it is collected on the flat roofs, which
are most carefully cleaned preparatory
to the heavy fall of rain which takes
place when the weather breaks the first
or second week in September. Every
house has below it an immense tank,
often of the same area as the house, and
about 13 feet deep, and into this pours
the beautiful fresh water, which comes
np cool and sparkling when wanted."
Scared Enough to Dye.
"See here," said the man who had
married a widow, "hasn't your hair
turned gray rather suddenly since we
were wed?"
"Oh," said she, "that's from fright I
was so scared when you proposed tome,
don't you know I" Indianapolis Journal.
Big Guns Don't Last Long.
An English authority, in speaking of
heavy guns, says that the 110 ton gun,
Ui inch bore, will fire 63 ordinary
rounds, after which the gun Is unfit for
further service. The 87 ton gun, 18 inch
bore, will fire 127 rounds, and the 48
ton gun, 12 inch bore, will fire ISO
rounds before becoming useless. The
cost of the British 110 ton gun is $82,
600. That of the 67 ton gun is 154,500,
and that of the 40 ton gun 81,W0.Ja
lapa Journal.
A MAN IN PETTICOATS
THE QUEER NOTION OF AN OLD 80 L
DIER CITIZEN OF MAINE.
Re Ft as a More Costly Feminine Wardrobe
Than Any Woman In Town Visions of
loco. Baffles, Etc. Weighs IN p funds,
at Wears Woman's No. C S&m.
Commander James Robbing of the local
poet O. A. R., Cooper's Mills, Lincoln
county, in this state, is one of the prom
inent men of his community, a citizen
generally esteemed as a man of integrity
and intelligence. Mr. Robbins has a
brilliant war record as a member of the
Thirtieth Maine. He has lived in the
village since 1883 and Is a jeweler. His
house is a neat cottage house on the
brow of the hill as one drives into the
Mills. In the narrow front hallway is
Mr. Robbins' bench, lathe and tools, and
here you will find him placidly working
away at the tiny wheels and springs.
If you are on sufficiently intimate
terms with Mr. Robbins you will find
him indulging in his hobby. He has
one, like the most of us. In his case the
hobby is startlingly picturesque, and it
may be safely said that he is the most orig
inal man in the state of Maine, so far as
his curious fancy is concerned. He wears
petticoats. Not when he goes down
street for the mail and to do his market
ing. At these times he slips on the mas
culine pantaloons. Yet he does not
wear his trousers, even, like ordinary
masculinity. No suspenders for him.
He wears a sort of dress waist, and his
trousers are buttoned tightly about his
hips. He always wears a woman's num
ber six shoe, with high heels and grace
ful, slender shape. Mr. Robbins weighs
something like 180 pounds, and the effect
produced by those shoes peeping coyly
out from beneath manly trouser legs in
startling, to say the least. Mr. Robbins
doesn't mince or toddle, and his shoes
seem to fit him pretty well.
He reserves his petticoats for the sanc
tity of the home circle, for the partial
retirement of bis orchard and for calls
upon neighbors with whom his acquaint
ance is close. Mr. Robbins isn't squeam
ish about showing himself in petticoats.
He enjoys wearing them, he has worn
them when opportunity has presented
all his life long, and he wears them sci
entifically too. In the first place, there's
no half way business about it. Every
detail of feminine attire is thore, and
Mr. Robbins is rightly fussy about the
details.
There is no woman in Cooper's Mills
who owns so many dresses of such excel
lent material as does the commander of
the Cooper's Mills post. He takes pride
in having only the best. His lingerie is
elaborately tucked and ruffled, edged
with lace and fashioned according to the
most approved models of any lady's
wardrobe. The material is of the finest
quality, and when Mr. Robbins lifts his
skirts the eye gets a vision of ruffles, lace
and "all such like" of dazzing whiteness
and immaculate smoothness.
He is very particular about his iron
ing. Everything must be starched "up
to the handle," whatever that is, and
sometimes Mrs. Robbins finds her hands
full and her clotheshorse loaded down
like a pack donkey. Amazed neighbors,
who were not fully aware of the extent
of Mr. Robbins' hobby, have been obliged
to ask for more details, when Mrs. Rob
bins has laconically informed them that
"it is Jim's ironing." Mr. Robbins' ho
siery is of the long sort, and it is cur
rently rumored that the stockings are
hitched up at the sides. His corsets he
has made especially for his girth, and
these he wears continually. His shape
is fairly good, especially when he dresses
up for afternoons.
In the morning he wears print gowns,
for he assists in the housework. Almost
every morning Mr. Robbins in his print
gown is seen sweeping off the piazza
and whisking about the kitchen. He
wears petticoats at home almost ex
clusively, putting on his garb as soon as
he enters the house. For afternoon
wear bis gowns are elaborate. Some of
them are made by Mr. Robbins, and
some are fashioned by local dressmak
ers. One cashmere dress is quite a
favorite, and this is frequently worn by
Mr. Robbins when he promenades in
the orchard. He has lots of these good
clothes, all of fashionable cut, puffed
sleeves, and with all the fixings that go
to lend grace and dignity. Usually he
wears an apron and especially so when
at his bench. The apron is white ordi
narily and has a bib with ruffled straps
and pockets. Therefore does Mr. Rob
bins present a somewhat unique appear
ance as he works away of afternoons or
sits and converses with his wife.
Look at the gown and you see a stylish
ly attired woman, but the face is very
mannish indeed. Mr, Robbins would be
marked in any crowd. His face is full,
and he wears a jet black mustache that
possibly owes its color to art. His hair
is long, black and curly, his voice is deep
and full, and there's nothing effeminate
about him except his attire. Lewiston
Journal. .
The strongest animals in the world are
those that live on a vegetable diet, say
the vegetarians. The lion is ferocious
rather than strong. The bull, horse,
reindeer, elephant and antelope, all con
spicuous for strength and endurance,
choo&e a vegetable diet.
When you speak of bees, designate the
kind referred to. There are 4,500 species
popularly known as "wild bees," 8.200
being natives of the Americas. Britain
has 70 species of bees and 16 of wasps.
Of the latter there are 170 species known
to entomologists.
GREELEY AND RAYMOND.
A Philosophical Dissertation on the Men
ita of the Two Great Editors.
There is not a paper In all this country that
possesses the Individuality that characterized
the New York Tribune whea Horace Oreeley
was Its editor or The Times when edited by
Henry J. ltnymund. Kansas Commoner.
The day of grant newspapers, edited by great
editors, sneh as Horace Ureeley and I'enry J.
Raymond, has passed away. C'hlcagoT flbune.
We had the pleasure of kncxMng both
Greeley and Raymond. We were more
intimate with the first named of these
contemporary editors than with the
other. They were able, sincere, ener
getic, public spirited Americans. Neither
of them was a cherub. Mr. Greeley,
good man! said "damn" more than once
as we regret to remember, and when he
called Raymond "the little villain" that
cool headed man retorted in language
which many people have forgotten. The
two did not get along very well together
when one was editor of The Tribune and
the other among his assistants, nor after
ward when they were editors of rival
papers, though both were of the same
party. Neither of them was an "ideal
editor," or a very deep thinker, or a first
class statesman or a notable scholar.
Greeley was a stronger and more
stirring writer than Raymond, but Ray
mond was a fur more skillful editor than
Greeley. Greeley was more fervent in
mind than Raymond; Raymond was
more judlcions and nimble than Greeley.
Raymond, when he was a member of the
legislature, and the speaker of the as
sembly, and the lieutenant governor of
the state, and a member of congress, and
a delegate to state or national conven
tions, gave evidence that he was greatly
more ingenious in politics than Greeley,
who, indeed, during the brief period of
his service in congress, did not win dis
tinction. Raymond always kept up a
close intimacy with those astute political
managers, Thurlow Weed and William
H. Seward, while Greeley was unable to
stay long in the "political firm of Sew
ard, Weed & Greeley," in which, as he
said when he left the concern, he had
been a "junior partner."
Greeley was more of a philosopher than
Raymond, who, in turn, was more of a
man of affairs than Greeley. Greeley
was often compared with Benjamin
Franklin, though he did not possess
Franklin's scientific quality; Raymond
might be compared, in many respects,
with Franklin Pierce, though he was not
of Pierce's politics. Greeley had certain
eccentricities of manner and action;
Raymond was always regarded as a very
level headed man. Both of them be
longed to the antialavery school in poli
tics; but Greeley's fervor in the cause
far surpassed Raymond's. Greeley had
in his earlier years leen a champion of
"social reforms" which were bitterly
denounced by Raymond, who, however,
in the latter years of his life, began to
look with favor upon certain theories of
socialism. Greeley was negligent in his
dress; Raymond was natty. Both Gree
ley and Raymond were founders of New
York duily papers which still exist, but
neither of which is now characterized by
the traits of its founder.
We agree with The Kansas Commoner
that none of the New York papers now
possesses the individuality of Greeley's
Tribune or Raymond's Times, and no
one of them can possess it, for both of
these memorable Individuals long ago
departed for "the undiscovered country
from whose bourn no traveler returns"
after it had been their lot "to grunt and
sweat .under a weary life," but that is
not a reason why we should despair of
the American press. We may yet have
editors not unworthy to be compared
with the greatest and best we have ever
had.
A true man was Horace Greeley,
strong, earnest and good honored be
his memoryl An able man was Henry
Jarvia Raymond clear headed, quick
witted, reasonable, temperate, genial
and highly accomplished let his name
shine in the editorial galaxy! New York
Sun,
A Dane Without a Smile.
They have a singular kind of dance
conducted on the greens of country vil
lages in Russia. The dancers stand
apart, a knot of young men here, a knot
of maidens there, each sex by itself, and
silent as a crowd of mutes. A piper
breaks into a tune, a youth pulls off his
cap and challenges his girl with a wave
and a bow. If the girl is willing, she
waves her handkerchief in token of as
sent. The youth advances, takes a cor
ner of the handkerchief in his hand and
leads his lassie round and round.
No word is spoken, and no laugh is
heard. Stiff with cords and rich with
braids the girl moves heavily by herself,
going round and round, and never al
lowing her partner to touch her band.
The pipe goes droning on for hours in
the same sad key and measure, and the
prize of merit in this "circling," as the
dance is called, is given by spectators to
the lassie who in all that summer revelry
has never Bpoken and never smiled,
New York Ledger.
Aneieut Stationers.
In mediusval times the stationarius, 6r
stationer, held oftlciul connection with a
university and sold at his stall, or sta
tion, the books written or copied by the
librarius, or book writer. Such is the
origin of the modern term stationer, one
who now keeps for sale implements of
such service, and not usually the pro
ductions of literary persons, Harper's
Bazar,
Queen Victoria's "Jubilee Book," the
volaiue containing the jubilee speechos
and addresses, is 18 inches thick, has
loaves 9 by 8 feet and weighs 08 pounds.
A DIPLOMATIC BOY.
Bis Reformation Waa Kndilen anil Many
Hided and Served Ills I'urpose.
I have a Kttle son 8 years old. He is
smart and bright, and for tniicliicvous
neas I think can't be beaten. I was sit
ting in a room one day reading and
smoking, when he came sauntering up
to me with the forefinger of his left hand
In hit mcutb. I thous'.f ' '! time
thst there was evnrthimi wrwjt, but
said nothing with regard to tha wine,
"Pa," he said after awhile, "I didn't
get one dnmerit in school today."
"You didn't, Willi." I interrogated,
throwing a rather fierce, look upon him.
"Well, I'm sure that's a good showing."
"Yes, and I carried a bucket of coal
tip for Kate after school," he went on,
still keeping that finger in his month.
"Why, you are getting very consider
ate," I ret ned.
"Yes, and I brushed your coat all off
nice and clean."
"No, Willie: you didn't do that?" I
asked, looking frowningly at him, for I
knew he had been np to something.
"Yes, I did, pa, and I lit the gas in
ma's room for her."
"Well, now."
"And I shined your bent shoes until
they glitter like Sister Ella's looking
glass."
"Is that so? What else have yon done?"
"Well, I studied all my lessons in
school, got out at the regular time, said
'yes, sir,' to Uncle John and helped the
hostler around the stable."
"Why, what is the matter with yon?
Are you going to get sick I"
"No, sir," he replied, twisting around
a trifle, "but I'm going to be a bettor
boy at least for a while."
"Yon are? Well, I'm glad to hear
that."
There was a short pause, and then be
said; "Here, pa, are two cignrs for you.
I bought them with tny own spending
money. I'll buy you a boxful when I
get money enough."
At this juncture he placed both little
arms around my neck and sobbed aloud.
"Oh, pa," he asked, "do you like your
little boy?"
"Why, of course I do," I replied, get
ting alarmed. "Are you ill?"
"No, but I've got something to tell
yon. Would yon keep your little Willie
from pain?"
"Certainly I would. Tell me what is
the matter, my son?"
"All right, pa, I will dear, good, old
pa. This morning Billy Button, Tommy
Todd and myself were playing ball, and
I couldn't catch very well, so I went and
got your brand new stovepipe hat and
caught with that. Pa, that hat must be
made of awful poor shift, for the first
fly ball went clear through it, knocking
the roof out. But never mind, I'll buy
you another one," clasping mo tighter as
I essayed to rise, "and one gooder'n that
too!"
What could I do? Boston Courier.
Paderowakl as ITard Worker.
To bo a pet of the public sometimes
has its disadvantages. M. Paderewski,
for instance, keeps up his reputation only
at the cost of tremendous efforts. To
an interviewer for Black and White ho
has confided the fact that he practices
at the piano often for 15 or 10 hours a
day. Once, in New York, he had to work
np eight entirely distinct programmes in
little over aajnany days, and then it was
a case of 17 hours' practice daily. One
must always be at it, he explains, to
keep the fingers right and the memory
active. The work is certainly tiring,
and M. Paderewski considers that play
ing billiards a game he is very fond of
has saved his life by affording him the
necessary relief from his arduous work.
Those crashing blows of his on the
piano are not, as some might imagine, .
made with the closed fist. Sometimes .
they are done with the third finger stiff
ened out, sometimes with the thumb
sideways. He seems to see nothiug won
derful in the effect produced, although;
his hands are so delicate that au ordi
narily firm shake makes him wince. It
is true that he has a forearm such as a,
professional strong man might envy, so
perfect is it in its muscular develop
ment. London Daily News,
Women Usurers.
Women are, as we know, invading
most trades and professions, but it is in
teresting, says the London Lady, and not
a little startling to learn that they hava
even taken to the doubtful one of usury.
"You would hardly credit," suid a well
known solicitor recently, "what a huge)
number of women money lenders thorn
are about." Many of them have small
private connections only, obliging femi
nine friends or acquaintances pressed for
the amount of some dressmaker's or mil
liner's bill with temporary loans at inter
est. But there are others who go in for
it extensively advertise, and, in fact,
make quite a handsome income out of it.
Tlis Nurse's Uutlness.
The Collor Do the children mind yon
when the mother is out?
The Nurse I don't require any mind
ing, ma'am. I was not hired for them
to mind me, but for me to mind thorn.
New York Press.
In the Vatican library there is a trea
tise on dragons, a inunuscript in a single
roll 800 feet long and a foot wide, the
material of which is said to bo the
"tanned gut of a great dragon,"
A woman wearing stays as loosely as
is possible for such articles to be worn
exerts a nressura of 40 nmimls n -
gans which they compress. Such figures
uoiu.prw? are startling,