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FREELAND, PA.. JANUARY 16, 189'.'. |
A Petition That Will He Ignored.
A petition signed by the leading
clergymen of Philadelphia will be pro
sentod to the legislature, asking that
body to refuse to seat Theodore B. Stulb.
who was elected to the house of repre
sentatives from that city, or, if lie can
not be refused a seat, to request him to
resign. Stulb was at one time a coin
missioner of Philadelphia and latei
the health ofiicer. From the latter
position he resigned last summer at th
request of Governor Hastings after it hat)
been proven in court that he was finan
cially interested In a notorious house kept
by one Agnes King (which fact was kept
out of the columns of every daily paper
in that city at the time of the trial).
vStulb was taken up by the Republicans
last fall and elected to the legislature.
Inasmuch as one-half of Stulb's Phila
delphia colleagues are as deeply steeped
in filth as himself, the petition of the
ministers will receive scant courtesy
when it appears. It is men like Stulb
who know how to roll up the treuiend
ous "majorities" which Philadelphia
can furnish at will, and that is of more
importance to the Republicans of Penn
sylvania than the moral character of our
state legislators.
At this time of the year the annual
statistical reports of the births, deaths,
marriages, interments, etc., that have
taken place in neighboring boroughs
during 1898 are appearing in the local
papers of these places. An accurate
record of these events becomes quite
valuable in after years, and the council
should immediately provide for the
systematic gathering and preservation
of all such information. In most other
towns the reports are furnished to the
Hoards of Health by ministers,. physi
cians, sextons, etc., under compulsion,
and when sent in promptly very little
work is entailed in making out an
annual report which in a short while
becomes a valuable historical document.
It is a matter worthy of notice that
the division of Americans on the ques
tion of expansion vs. anti-expansion
finds those who favor an alliance with
Great Britain on the side of expansion.
What connection the two questions inay
have has not yet been disclosed, but a
connection there is. unless appearances
are deceiving. Expansion on the lines
followed by the government across the
Atlantic is an ideal which every good
American should turn from in horror,
its record of blood-letting, plundering,
corruption and robbery, in the early
and in some instances in the present
days of its colonial policy, is not the
proper model for the United States.
There is no doubt but that Freeland,
as in former years, will make partisan
nominations for the several offices to be
filled at the coming election. It is
therefore the duty of every citizen to at
tend the primaries of the party with
which ho is affiliated and help to select
men vrho will (ill our local positions with
credit to themselves and the town.
With worthy men on all tickets the
people will have cause to rejoice which
ever way the votes are cast. There is a
future for Freeland if energetic and prog
ressive men are given charge of the
borough affairs during the next few
years.
Commencing today the Harrisburg
letters of C. G. Nis9loy to the TRIM NE
are resumed. These weekly reports of
the doings of the legislature were popu
lar with our readers during the last ses
sion, and Mr. Nlssley, who is a thorough
newspaper man, may be depended upon
to give the same satisfaction during the
present deliberations of our law-makers.
CASTOR IA
For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
Bears the
Signature of CAOSVA
—Dr.Davjd Kennedys
favorite Remedy
CURES ALL KIDNEY. STOMACH "
r ■■ AND LIVER TROUBLES.
MY FATE.
The moon .ooked over the hill,
j Coldly dispassionate: j
And the dreamy daffodil
Bowed by the silent rill.
Wan and disconsolate.
Never a breath of a breeze
* Moved 'mid the ghostly trees.
Ah, the night was strangely still
, When 1 sought my fate!
The moon looked into your eyes,
Neither with love nor hate.
| And I waited to hear your sighs
In tender or worldly wise,
As a dying man might wait.
1 was doubting if heaven were true I
'Till you breathed: " 'Tis you, 'lit
you!"
Ah, the night was paradise
When 1 found my fate.
THE MTSSING MILL A IS
A dull London afternoon was fading
away into a murky twilight. One b.v
one the lamps lit up in the streets, and
the gloom gathered in the garret in
which Jack Chatteris sat painting
Presently that gentleman threw down,
brushes and palette with a sigh. |
"Thank goodness, that's six finish j
ed! I'll run down to old ltroadbean I
before he shuts tip shop. Then 1 can
buy a new pair of boots for to-mor- j
row."
lie laughed rather bitterly and strode
across to the window to look out upon J
the chimneypots of Camden Town. j
The prospect was not exhilarating,
hut it exercised a weird fascination!
upon Jack Chatteris as he stood at tin !
window of his garret and rattled two
halfpennies against a latchkey that
was a week behind in its rent. A
gleam of gold shone in the western
sky behind the forest of chimneypots.'
"That is the gold of her hair,"
thought Jack. ~
A very dirty chimney stack writhed
hideously in the foreground.
"That's me," thought Jack sadly.;
"and she's as far away from me as the'
sunset."
And, after all. "she" was only as far
away as Park lane.
.Tack was painting her portrait,
which, when finished, was to he sub
mitted to the hanging committee of the
Royal A cad em 3'.
"If they don't hang me I shall have
to hang myself," Jack used to think
in his more desponding moments.
Her father was a soap-boiling mil
lionaire.
Jack was the son of a pot-boiling
artist. Therein lay the cause of his
despondency, for in painting the lod.v's
portrait upon his canvas he had like
wise painted it upon his heart, and.
to make matters worse, the canvas was!
nearly finished.
"I can't go on painting in high lights
and putting them out again for many
more weeks," he mused sadly, "and
the old lady is already beginning t.i,
suspect me of working with a dryi
brush."
This surmise was more correct than,
even Jack himself dared to think. I
Lady Silvertown did suspect the young 1
artist of a secret hankering after her
fair daughter. Moreover, she had not-1
leed a certain wistful look in her
daughter's eyes of late.
"Never mind about the portrait be-|
lug finished. John. It's fashionable to
leave 'em smudgy nowadays," Lady
Silvertown had remarked to her bus
hand. "Pay the young man his money i
and let him go. I believe our May's
getting soft on him, and I'm sure he's
in love with her."
"Bosh! mother," Sir John had re
plied. "May knows better. She only
looks pensive-like because she's having
her portrait painted."
Jack Chatteris knew nothing of thlsi
conversation as he stood gazing out at'
j the twinkling lamps below, but his
heart grew heavy within him as he |
thought of the near completion of his!
picture. How could he speak of low
to the daughter of Sir John Silvertown,
millionaire.
"The fat's in the lire," said Jack to
himself, unconsciously quoting a fav
orite but much condensed phrase of
Sir John's.
Then, nailing his pot-boilers together,l
lie sallied forth to sell them to Broad
bean, the dealer at starvation prices.
The next day came the final Hitting.
He was ushered into Lady Silvertown's
morning-room.
Hardly had the servant left the room
when the door opened and Miss Silver
town herself approached him.
Miss Silvertown was pule, hut out
wardly composed.
"I—l wish, Mr. Chatteris," she began
with a slight catch in her throat, "to
thank you for the pains and care you
have bestowed upon my portrait, and I
hope you will accept this as a memory
of those pleasant hours."
She slipped a small paint box into ids
hand
No words passed between them, but
each understood the thoughts that pos
sessed the other's mind.
At length Jack spoke.
"Is it possible," said he, half in in
terrogation.
Miss Silvertown nodded, then came a
sob.
This was too much for Jack. He
took her unresisting in his arms.
"Forgive me, dear. I have been a
wicked fool to fall in love with 3*ou."
You must rorget me!"
Miss Silvertown shook her head.
"I can't—l—l won't!" she sobbed. "1
told mamma so this morning!"
Mr. Chatter!s whistled under his
breath.
"The ohl dragon!" he murmured.
"Mamma is not a dragon," corrected
Miss Silvertown. "She is quite right,
but but
"Of course," replied Jack, whose soul
of a sudden became uplifted with a
mighty joy: "but I'll work like a nigger
—l'll become a royal academician—
I'll "
"That's Just .what I told mamma,"
interposed Miss Silvertown, with a
divine smile.
At this moment there came a sound
of footsteps in the passage. In a sec
ond Miss Silvertown's handkerchief
I was in her pocket, while the voice of
Jack Chatteris was raised in favorable
criticism of the most hopeless of spur
ious old masters.
Lady Silvertown entered the room
"cleared for action" as Jack afterward l
aptly summed up her appearance.
Armed with the knowledge that, "ills'
May loved hiui, lie grew weary and de
clined battle.
"Er— MiM Silvertown tells me that
she has a slight headache to-day, and
would rather not give we her last sit
ting."
j The stress he laid on the word "last"
disarmed Lady Silvertown's suspicions,
and he took his leave, to make his way
home to Camden Town, walking on
| air.
Arrived at his garret his heart sank
within him. Camden Town seemed a
j long way from I'ark lane.
In thinking over the future he
thought of the past; of his father, who
i had died some years since, an unsue-
I cessful, eccentric, struggling artist; of
i his mother, who, his father told him,
I died soon after he was born.
One memory awoke another, till in
■ his mind he identified his mother with
I a picture that used to lean with its
1 face against the wall of his father's
I studio.
He remembered how ou his sixth
birthday he had turned this canvas
j around to the light, revealing the face
■of a beautiful woman wonderfully
painted by a master hand.
The eyes had seeuird to look out of
the canvas at him with a loving gaze,
and he remembered well how he had
kissed the full, smilling lips, crying
"Mother!" to the painted represeuta-
I tion.
He remembered how ais father, hear
ing his cry, had rushed into the studio,
and lor the first and last time had laid
hands upon him in anger, seizing liim
by the shoulders and throwing him vio
lently across the room, so that lio
struck his head against the easel with
a blow that stunned him.
lie recalled his awakening sensations
—how he found his father hanging
over his bed, with a white, scared face,
wringing his hands and crying. "1 have
killed him! I have killed my boy!"
"Poor old governor. Para afraid 1
was a bit off his head," murmured
Jack, as he pondered over these old
memories. "1 wonder what he did
with that picture?"
Then came a memory of a glimpse
through a half-opened door as he lay
in bed, sick and dazed from the blow.
I lis father liad the picture on the easel
and had painted quickly over it.
Jack rose and strode over to a pile
of old sketches that lay against the
wall.
One of these ho selected without hes
itation. and. taking his palette knife,
scraped carefully.
There was a picture below the rough
landscape!
Stimulated by this discovery, Jack
went eagerly to work, and in the course
of a few hours he removed the upper
painting entirely.
"By Millais!" lie gasped, as tlie fam
iliar initial of the master appeared in
the corner.
He gazed long and lovingly at the
face. He knew by its likeness to hint
sell' that this was his mother, this
beautiful woman.
Hastily wrapping up the picture, ho
carried it off' to Mr. Broadbean. to seek
his advice as to the completion of its
cleaning.
Mr. Broadbean was in bis shop. Ho
greeted Jack with a friendly nod.
"I want you to look at a picture for
me .Mr. Broadbean."
"Chuck up!" replied Mr. Broadbeau,
affably.
Jack cut the striug and threw back
the paper.
"It's the missing Millais!" ejaculated
Mr. Broadbean, starting back.
"Excuse me," replied Jack, politely;
j "it is a Millais."
I "Why, I've been on the lookout for
that picture these twenty years! So
j has every picture dealer in England,"
answered Mr. Broadbean. "And you
i say it is your father?"
"William Chatteris, landscape paint
| or."
Mr. Broadbean raised* his glasses
with a shaking hand. He looked at the
picture, then at Jack.
"A wonderful likeness," he murmur
ed. "You say that your father was
William Chatteris, the landscape paint
er?" he added aloud.
I "Yes."
"Is your mother still alive?"
"She died when I was a baby."
"Are you certain that this is her por
! trait?"
! "Quite."
Mr. Broadbean leaned his face in his
i bands for some seconds; then be spoke,
j "See here, Mr. Chatteris." he said, "t
do not wish to pry into any of you fum-
I ily affairs, hut I will tell you the his
tory of this portrait, it was painted
thirty years ago by Millais. The lady
is the duchess of Wessex, uud is still—"
j "Alive?" gasped .lack.
"Yes; still alive. The duke of Wes
sex. it is said, was an exceedingly ec
centric and jealous man, and the mar
riage was an unhappy one. After a
violent quarrel lie (disappeared, to
gether with his infant son and this por
trait of his wife. The police have had
the case in hand for years, and every
picture dealer in the world has been
J told to look out for the 'missing Mil
lais.' as it is called in the profession.
If that lady is your mother site will
probably call on me in ten minutes to
look at that there Constable. If you
are her son I hope your grace will
break It to her as gently as possible
that you are the duke of Wessex."
"Hold on. Mr. Chatteris, for heaven's
sake! Here she is!"
An elderly lady was deseending from
a carriage which had just drawn up at
too door.
•lack stood rooted to the ground.
She was a beautiful lady, with the
eyes of tlie picture and wonderful
white curls.
An ohseqiiinouß footman flung open
the door of the shop.
Mr. Broadbean stealthily slipped over
to the door and bolted it. Then he let
fall the blind, much to the footman's
amazement, and slipped off on tiptoe
into the cellar, where he commenced
to tear up a ten-guinea proof engraving
into small pieces—Just to ease liis feel
ings. as lie afterward said.
The old lady advanced toward -Tack.
She did not see the picture, but saw
Jack.
"My boy!"
"Mother!"
Mr. Broadbean, down In the cellar
heard the cry and promptly punched
Ills fist through the eye of a doubtful
Rubens.
Otherwise, ho declares, he would
have died of heart, failure.
No one was more surprised than Sir
John Silvertown, who, by the way, has
never paid Jack for his portrait of th'i
duchess of Wessex, which, again by
the ay, was rejected at the academy.
UNHEALTHY BED CLOTHES.
Rendered Deadly by Device! of the Man
ufacturer to Increaee Weight.
Science! Thy name is adulteration.
Another terror has been added to exist
ence by the revelation made by an
English trade paper of the processes by
which certain manufacturers "fill" the
sheets and blankets with which they
flood the market. We are told that af
ter a piece of waste sheeting has been
woven the cloth is passed over a trough
containing a solution of zinc, sulphate
of magnesia (commonly known as Ep
som salts) and water. This is called a
sprinkler. A revolving brush plays a
spray of these noxious ingredients
upon the cloth, with the result that a
fifty-pound piece after the operation
weighs seven and one-half pounds more
than when it left the loom. As the
goods are sold by the pound the object
is evident. But what about the pur
chaser? A piece cuts up into ten pairß
of sheets. Each pair, therefore, con
tains three-quarters of a pound of
moisture-attracting material. The re
sults are appalling. As soon as a wet
day comes the sheets become damp
and the luckless wight who sleeps be
tween them is apt to contract a chill
that may send him to the bourne
whence no traveler returns. Even if
suspicions are aroused and he boldly
casts aside the sheets and wraps him
self in the blankets it may avail him
nothing. For the blanket makers have
learned the trick, and the same ill-re
sults may ensue. Next we shall hear
that the counterpane makers are equal
ly astute, and the timid sleeper may be
driven to provide himself with thewool
en sleeping bags that suggest travels in
the furthest north. The only advantage
of these "filled" or heavily "sized" sheets
and blankets is that they are death to
insects. But if they kill the sleeper
as well as the pulex irritants—to say
nothing of the cimexlectularius —what
boots it?
The Pennnee Stone.
In India, three miles from Kiliegor,
is the famous penance stone. It is a
SQUEEZING TIIHOUGII THE PENANCE STONE.
slab on top of a hill. Here the relig
ious Hindoos journey and squeeze
themselves through the opening, a
most painful process, and emerge mer
itorious and candidates for the favor
of the gods.
and DlNcaiie.
Nothing could more strikingly illus
trate the importance of small things
than the large role which is now at
tributed to the mosquito in the etiology
of some of the most serious and wide
spread diseases to which the human
race is subject. It is truly said that
what prevents the successful coloniza
tion of many tropical countries, and
what throws the greatest obstacle in
the way of civilization and of good
government in vast regions of central
Africa, is not climate, not distance
from home, and not unfriendliness on
the part of the natives. The obstacle
is malaria, and now we find that the
prevalence of malaria, so far as man is
concerned, depends on the mosquito,
and that this pestilent little insect, in
addition to irritating and annoying, is
the means by which the poison of ma
laria i 3 propagated and distributed. For
years back botanists have known the
important part played by birds in the
scattering of seed, and of insects in
the distribution of the pollen of plants;
and it seems not unlikely that pathol
ogists will have to recognize in a much
larger degree than has till lately been
done, the large part taken by the sub
ordinate forms of life by which we
are surrounded —our cattle, our horses,
our dogs and cats, our flies, our mos
' quitoes, and perhaps even our fleas—
in distributing disease from man to
man, and, as is stated in regard to the
mosquUp and malaria, in deciding
whether the extension of our empire
over great areas of the globe's surface
shall be possible or not.
I*in Production*.
In Birmingham 37,000,000 pins are
produced daily, while the other manu
i facturing places of England are respon-
I sible for about 19,000,000 a day. France
furnishes the market with 20,000,000
each day, and Germany and other coun
tries yield 10,000,000.
Cod Liver Oil.
■ The heat cod liver oil iB made in Nor
way. For three months, beginning in
; January, the fish come in from the
| Arctic Ocean to the Norway fiords, or
bays, to spawn, and sometimes as many
as 60,000,000 or 65,000,000 fish are
caught in a single season.
Hurled Church.
At Soulac, in Gascony, a cross was
discovered projecting above the sand,
j Further investigation showed that it
! was attached to a steeple, and later a
j well-preserved church of the thirteenth
' century was excavated. The church is
now in use.
j No woman can be a heartless flirt
unless she has had * real love affair.
WELL-FEDPRISONER.
I was a very bad boy, that I'll admit. I
Indeed, I consider it almost a mlradle
that I turned out as well as I did.
It was at the close of the Civil war
when I cut this wicked yet laughable
prank, which I shall never forget.
I was not more than ten years old j
when the town of B gave a grand
festival in honor of the returned pa- 1
triots who had fought so valiantly and
successfully for our country's cause.
Every woman in the country busied '
heself to make the reunion one of gay
ety. Oh, the good things the farmers' 1
wives prepared and carried to the
old town hall, where the festival was
held. They were arranged on benches
in the basement as though to taunt the
hungry looking boys on the outside.
For, much to our anger, and disap
pointment, all were admitted, free of
charge, but boys—poor, neglected boys.
There we were to the number of
a dozen or more peeping cautious
ly through one of the basement
windows, which fortunately was '
minus a pane of glass. It was en
tirely too tempting for us to see the j
several cakes standing next to tho
broken window exposed to full view
and within our grasp. Cake was a lux- 1
ury in most of our homes, and now
that an opportunity so rare presented |
itself we were not slow to take advan- |
tage of it. We crowded about the
window and each cne proceeded to help
himself.
While we were inus engaged there I
came stealthily behind us our town [
marshal. If ever there was a kind- I
hearted soul it was he. Itroll and good
natured and ever ready to forgive,
while there was, notwiths anding, a
certain seuse of authority about his
person that made the bovs honor as
well as fear him. He was nearly upon
us, however, before we discovered him,
but upon seeing him began running
as though for our live*! To my fright
and dlspalr, I was leaptored and fell
a victim to the punishment the con- |
stable desired to inflict upon me.
"I'll put ye where you'll not git no
more rakes fur awhile," he said sharp
ly, as he shoved me into an old stor- [
age room of the hall and slamming '
the door he walked heavily away. I
Finding myself alone, 1 began to ax- ;
plore my prißon. The room was dark j
upon first entering it—so dark I was
obliged to walk with my hands ex
tended before me and with slow and
uncertain step lest I stumble and fall.
I had not gone far, however, when I
suddenly came to a halt. My obstruc
tion was nothing more than a board
supported upon barrels. Running my
hand along its surface I discovered—
what! Or was I dreaming? The board
was ladended with the good things for
the festival! There were cakes of all
description, pies of evey kind, cookies,
cold meats, fruit, and, in fact, most
everything boys like. Before 1 could
fully realize my good fortune, I had
begun sampling them each in their
turn. Oh, how delicious they were!
The pumpkin pies tasted better (per
haps because they were stolen) than
any I had ever ate before; and the
doughnuts were even better than the
ones my grandmother used to make
on Thanksgiving.
It was shameful, the way I mutil
ated the lovely pies and cakes, for find
ing neither knife or fork, I used my
fingers to the best advantage, without
pity for the now innocent ladies who
had labored so faithfully in preparing
the feast. I must have looked comical,
standing there, my mouth and hands
full, glancing hurriedly at the door,
and acting altogether like a hungry
little waif stealing his dinner.
Realizing the constable would soon
discover his mistake and release me,
I began filling my pockets, with re
newed enegy, for I wanted the boys as
well as myself to have a share of the
feast. f
Meanwhile,the marshal hadcliuekled
triumphantly to himself, and started
strolling about the grounds, in search
of more boys. But none were in
sight, for profiting by my capture,they
had fled away. So the constable
walked about smoking his pipe. Then
he walked into the room where the
ladies were serving dinner and remark
ed to a group standing near him, with
an indifferent gesture of his hand,
"I've got one o' them boys that was
stealln' through the winder in yonder
rooom."
"Oh! oh!" shrieked the ladies in
despair, while they wrung their hands
with wild lamentations. "Take him
out, quick! The provisions! Don't
you know? The provisions! We've
got all the provisions in there! Oh,
dear! Oh what shall we do? What a
shame!"
The constable hurried to the room
containing me, and opening the door
(luckily I bad heard him coming),
he said in droll tone, while there was
a half-dogged, half-amused look upon
his face, "I guess you kin come out
now, if you'll promise to be a good boy
after this." He eyed my pockets sus
piciously as I passed out,but said noth
ing. I found my comrades and we
had a feast from the contents of my
pockets. < (
The story became well-known in
our little town and though my Sunday
school teacher severely reprimanded
me, and the women who suffered the
loss pronounced me a thief, I became
a great favorite with the old soldiers,
who thought my stolen feast a good
Joke. Although my story has no mor
al worth the telling and presents a
bad, rather than a good example, hero
is a moral which will probably apply
to the marshal. It is, "Captor, be
careful where you put your prisoner."
Few Paupers In Japan.
The paupers in Japan number fewer
than 10,000 out of a population of 38,-
000,000. In that country it is con
sidered a disgrace to be an idler.
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