THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, TA APRIL HO, 1878. n A I LROAD8. PHILADELPHIA AND READING R. R ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS. 3Voveiiiber5tli, 1877. TRAINS LEAVE HARUI8BURH AB FOLLOWS For New York, at 8.20, 8.10 a. m. loop, m., And 7.M p. in. For Philadelphia, at B.20, B.10, a 45 a.m. an,1 S.57 p. in. . For Heading, at 8,20, 8.10, 0.45 a. m. and 2.00 3.57 and 7.55. M For Pottsvllle at B.20. 8.10 a. m.. and 3.57 6. in., and via Schuylkill and Biuqueliaiiua ranch at 2.40 p. m. For Anlnirn via H. & H. Br. at 6.10 a. m. For Allentown, at 6.20, 8.1U. m.,andat 2.00, 3.57 and 7.65 p. m. ..... i , The 5.20, a.Io a. m 3.57 and 7.55 p. m., trains have through cars for New York. The 5.20, 8.10a.m., and 2.00 p.m., trains have through cars for Philadelphia. SUNDAYS : For Now York, at 5.20 a. m. For Allentown and Way Stations at 8.20 a.m. For Reading, Philadelphia and Way Statlonsat 1.45 p. m. TRAINS FOR HARIMSMTHG, LEAVE A8 FOL LOWS i Leave New York, at 8.45 a. m., 1.00, 5.30 and 7.45 p. m. Leave Philadelphia, at 9.15 a. m. 3.40, and ''Leav?Radlng. at 4.40, 7.40, 11.20 a. in. 1.30, U5 and In. S5 p. in. , , Loave Pottsvllle, at 6.10, 9.15 a.m. and 4.35 P'A"nd via Bchuylklll and Susquehanna Branch at 8.15 a. m. . Leave Auburn viaS. H. Vtr. at. 12 noon. Leave Allentown, al fi.30 5,50, 9.05 a, m.. 12.15 4.80 and 9.0) p. m. SUNDAYS: Leave New York, at 5.30 p. in. Leave Philadelphia, at 7.20 p.m. Leave Reading, at 4.40, 7.40, a. m. and 10.35 P Leave Allentown, at2 30 a. m., and 9.05 p. m. J. K. WOOTEN, en. Manager. C. G. Hancock, General Ticket Agent. Does not run on Mondays. Via Morris and Essex U. R. Pennsylvania R. K. Time Table. NEWPORT STATION. On and after Monday, June 25th, 1877, Pas senger tratnswlll run as follows: EAST. Mintlntown Acc. 7.32 a. m., daily except Sunday. Johnstown Ex. 12.22 P. M., daily " Sunday Mail 6.54 P. M., dally exceptSunday Atlantic Express, 9.51p.m., Bag, daily. WEST. Way Pa9S. 9.08 A. M., daily, Mail 2.43 p. m. daily exceptSunday. MIRllntown Acc. 6.55 P. M. datlyexcept Sunday . Pittsburgh Express, 11.57P. M., (Flag) daily, ex cept Sunday. ... . . Pacfiio Express, 6.17 a. m., dally (flag) Trains are now run by Philadelphia time, which Is 13 minutes faster than Altoona time, and 4 min utes slower than New York time. J.J. BARCLAY, Agent. DUNCANNON STATION. On and after Monday, June 25t,h, 1877, trains wlUleaveDuncannon. as follows: R AST WAHD Mlffllntown Acc. daily except Sunday at 8.12 a. m. Johnstown Ex. 12.53P. M., daily exceptSunday. Mail 7.30 P. M., " M 11 Atlantic Express' ift.'20 p. m., daily (flag) WESTWARD. Way Passenger, 8.38 a. m., dally Mail, 2.09 p. m dailyexceptSunday. Mltllintown Acc. dally except Sunday at 6.1p.m. Pittsburg Ex. daily except Sunday (flag) 11.33P. M. WM. O. KINGAaent. AND FREE HOMES. 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Address: C. A. 8NOW & CO.. Opposite Patent Ofiice, Washington. Our Stock of NEW GOODS for Men's Wear Is complete. 11U Prices from cents up. F. MORTIM EH. New Bleomiield, Pa. ELANNELS A splendid s,rt?.'".",,.ri,Ln nels. Just opened by K.MORTIMER. HOW BARRY WON HER. AT THE unripe nge of thirteen, Barry Munson and Tom Finch were font friends. Hoclal difference did not trouble them. Their lntereMu base ball wan equally intense, and their an tipathy for algebra was equally deep rooted. Tom worked out Barry's mathe matical problems, and Barry wrote Tom's compositions, and cither would have made any reasonable sacrifice to se cure for the other admission to a circus. When Barry Munson's sister Louise said that Tom Finch was not " a proper associate," her brother defended his friend stoutly, " I guess he knows more'n you do, or that goggle-eyed Maynard, either." This was a doubly cruel thurst. Miss Louise Munson had finished her educa tionhad any one doubted It, Bhe might have produced her diploma from the Itaritan Seminary and, moreover, Miss Louise Munson was an ardent admirer of Mr. Frederick Maynard. As boys, then, Tom and Barry were the best friends. They had but one quar rel, that is, of a serious nature, and that was caused indirectly by Bessie Char lock. On his thirteenth birthday Barry gave a party, to which, in spite of many protestations from Miss Louise, Tom Finch was invited. When it came supper-time, Barry of fered to escort Bessie Chnrlock to the dining-room. Bessie refused to go ; " had company." Barry was at first as tonished and afterward indignant. Not, however, at Bessie. It was perfectly right that she should keep her word and go with somebody else, as she had prom ised. Barry's indignation turned upon that somebody else, who proved to be Tom Finch. "I wanted to take Bessie Charlock to supper," snid he, later in the evening. "Why didn't you ask her, then 5"' re joined Tom. "Cause you got ahead of me I" "Well, if she would rather go with me, I s'pose its all right, isn't it. This was more than Barry could stand. "She wouldn't rather go with you," he said, feeling the blood mount to his face. "She went because she knew no body else would go with you." "Oh, wouldn't they, now '"' demand ed Tom, indignantly, "I guess my girl would have gone it I had asked her, and if she hadn't, I wouldn't go blubbering 'round to the fellow who got tho best of me." "You just wait till to-morrow I" said Barry, as he moved away from the cor ner where this unpleasant dialogue had been held. "What's the use of getting mad about a girl 1" said he. And this conciliatory overture effected a perfect re-unlon. Tom and Barry became closer friends than ever. All this, remember, at the unripe age of thirteen. At seventeen Barry went to college, and Tom went to work. Then it was that they began mutually to appreciate the dissimilarity of their lots in life. When Barry came home at the end of his freshman year he treated Tom kind ly, but with a certain patronizing air, which was more offensive to the young mechanic than insult direct. The lusty friendship of their boyhood was at an end. At the end of another year Barry's college training began to make itself conspicously manifest. His sister Louise, now Mrs. Frederick Maynard, had no need to caution him against the impro priety of associating with Tom Finch. Along with his ceschylus and calculus he had learned some other things not laid down in college curriculum. " Tom Finch is a good fellow, but fresh exceedingly fresh." It was apparent that time had effected a striking metamorphosis in him. This same magician, with a gentle touch, had wrought also a change in Bessie Char lock. He had moulded her girlish figure into outlines of symmetrical beauty, crowned her with a wealth of luxuriant hair, deepened the rich color of cheek and lip, and freshened her with a vigor of perfect health. She was amazingly pretty. Barry said, " Deucedly charm ing." He met her not many days after his return to Barborough, at a croquet party. They were antagonists in the' game, but the best of friends between shots. " I hoped you would come up to com mencement with Louise and Fred," said he twirling his mallet over his fingers as his alma mater had taught him to twirl a cane. " I should have enjoyed it,I am sure," answered Bessie. " Your oration, I sup pose, was the best of them all. What was it about?" " The effect of Platonic philosophy upon modern thought," replied Barry with an unmistakable consciousness of the depth of his subject " Gracious me," exclaimed Bessie, ris ing her curved eyebrows. " How Inter ested I should have been in that ! Can't you repeat some of It now, Mr. Mun son V" In spite of himself, Barry felt his check grow hot. This girl of 10 knew nothlngof Platonic philosophy, of course. Yet her ridicule made the self-satisfied bachelor of art wince not a little. " You would find It decidedly stupid, Miss Bessie," wild ho at last. " Oh, no, I shouldn't. How could any thing be stupid that comes from your pen V And then Plato how nice it must be to tell the world all about his philoso phy y Let me see. Was he the one who loved good thtngs to eat V No, of course not. That was Ep Ep " " Eplcurlous," suggested Barry. "Yes. How Ignorant in me not to know I Why didn't you writeabout the the effect which his philosophy has on modern thought? I am sure you are qualified to treat this subject, Mr. Mun son." Before Barry conld Interpret this re mark the young lady was at the other end of the ground, driving an unobtru sive " rover" out of the way. The croquet party seemed " deucedly dull" to Barry Munson. Bessie, on the other hand, enjoyed the game hugely. " Odd sort of a girl Bessie Is, isn't she V" observed Barry to Miss Helen Brighton, " I hope she won't invite Tom in to play 1" exclaimed the young lady, filled with horror at the possibility of such an event. "Is Tom still one of Bessie's ad mirer's V" inquired Barry, carelessly. " Perhaps she could answer that ques tion better than I," replied Miss Helen. Acting upon this hint, Barry put the question bluntly to Bessie herself when she had returned from her conference witli Tom. As bluntly Bessie answered it. The people of Barborough began to suspect, before the autumn had crim soned the leaves, that Barry Munson was in love with Bessie Charlock. The same suspicion assumed a form of con viction in Barry's own mind. Never, perhaps, had he been more deeply im pressed with tills truth that on a cer tain October afternoon, when they walk ed together under the overarching elms that gave grandeur to the quiet Bar borough street. " Bessie, would it surprise you very much if I told you that I loved you ?" She did not answer at once ; but when she did her voice was clear and un shaken. " No it would not surprise me very much to hear you eay so ; but I should doubt your words." " Suppose you were convinced of their sincerity, might I hope that you would promise to become my wife V" " No Barry ; I do not love you well enough for that. When I promise a man to become his wife, I must feel for him a deeper respect than I do for you." She turned her wondrously truthful eyes toward him, and kept them fixed upon his face. The steady gaze brought the color to his cheek. " What have I ever done to forfeit your respect V" he asked after a painful pause. "Nothing; and you have done noth ing to gain it You have brains, educa tion,opportunities everything to fit you for a noble life. You ought to win a name among men. Instead of making the effort, you choose to do nothing to spend the money which somebody else has earned, and to waste the time which might be put to good account. Your mind seems to be occupied chiefly with thoughts of your personal appearance. You never did an hour's work in your life. Barry, you have not grown into the manhood you ought. You have no purpose, no aim, no ambition. I hate a man without ambition." " What is a fellow to do, Bessie V The war is over ; there isn't any chance to become a hero now-a-days. And I don't know that there is any work for me to do unless I go into law ; which I detest cordially. You wouldn't have me be come a machinest like Tom Finch, would you V" ' I would have you become anything,' answered she, "to show yourself a man." In the glory of the autumn sunset Barry Munson made his way homeward with those words ringing in his ears. The fall of 1873 brought with it disas ter to the Barborough Iron works of Mr. Abner Muson. One morning the clocks of Barborough struck seven, but the whistle of the Barborough iron works did not echo the hour. The whirl of machinery was hushed, the fires in the furnaces were out, the works were closed. Men stood about the smoky doors, anxious-eyed and moody. No fault of theirs made them idle ; it waa labor that they sought, and found not. And while Barry Munson was still dreaming of what he should do to as tonish the world, behold 1 the world astonished him. He awoke to find him self not famous, but poor. And before he could fully know what poverty was, a great sorrow fell upon him, whose black shadow darkened his life and chilled bis heart. The body of his father Abner Mun son, was found stark and lifeless, in the office of the Barborough Iron Works. On the floor, by it's side lay a pistol. A Just settlement of the claims against the estate left the family of Abner Mun son without a dollar. "We must give up the house, the furniture, everything, Barry," said his mother. " We have nothing left now." Then Barry, pressing the hand of his mother said : " I have my youth and your love. Let them take all else; I can provide for us both." The Barborough Iron Works passed into the hands of a Joint stock company. A superintendent was needed ; one with practical knowledge of tho business, and competent to raise the works to their old level of prosperity. For this responsible position there were fifty applicants. The directors were pleased to select a man who had made no application. This was Tom Finch. " He's young," said the President of the Board, " but he's reliable as Iron." The portly President Intended to make the comparison " steel," but Iron struck him as more appropriate. To his old school-fellow went Barry in search of employment. " I should have sent for you," said Tom, " but I didn't suppose you would accept the pluce. You shall take charge of the books, if you will, and help meln many ways. The position will pay you $1,300 a year only, but that is better than nothing." " Infinitely," said Barry. And with that he threw away his eye glasses, gave up all thoughts of aston ishing the world, and went to work in his father's old office, for the moderate compensation of $25 a week. It Is to be presumed that book-keeping waB not al together to his taste, but nobody ever heard him grumble, and he applied him self so diligently to his work that Tom Finch declared from the first that with out Barry he should have made a miser able failure of the superlntendency. 'As it was, he made a complete success. The Barborough Iron Works weathered the storm and found smooth waters. Bending over his books, Barry Mun son recalled often that memorable after- noon when he and Bessie walked side by side under the overarching elms. He saw her but rarely now. The sudden changes which a year had wrought, the sorrow and responsibility which had come to him since that October day, had driven the thoughts of self from his mind. Yet ever in his ears rang, these words : "I would have you become anything to show yourself a man I" What triumphs could he hope to achieve in the narrow confines of that office V What chance of heroism over those musty books'? What hope for fame, adding long columns of figures ? What noble aim in life, beyond caring for his dependent mother V Something of all this he said to her in the twilight of another autumn day, walking again beneath the Barborough elms. And she turning her truthful eyes upon him, made answer, saying " Barry, you have shown yourself a hero. You have won my respect." " I have nothing to offer you now Bessie, but my love," he added quietly "And if you had all the world to of fer me," said she, " I would prize only that which you now give." And thus it came to pass that Barry Munson, the book-keeper, wedded the girl whom Barry Munson, the declalmer on philosophy, wooed in vain. Detected by a Seal Ring. RECENTLY the Sheriff of Dodge county, Neb., passed up the Texas Central railroad, having in charge a man named Marcus Withersau, accused of murder. Withersau was paying court to a young lady named Bradley, who re sided in the town of Fremont, Neb., and was engaged to be married to her when a stranger named Joel Lau ridge came to the town. Laurldge succeeded in a short time in claiming a good part of the lady's attention. This greatly displeased Withersau, who is of a very jealous tern perament, and he was not slow in giv. ing his apparent rival many evidences of his ill-will, openly insulting him whenever an opportunity was afforded. Yet young Laurldge, being received with favor by the younglady, continued to visit her. The engagement between Withersau and his affianced was un broken, however, and the wedding day been fixed upon. One evening, Withersau, while on his way to the town to visit his affianced met her in company with Laurldge out riding, and, seized by a fit of jealousy he galloped up to them and shot Lau ridge, killing him almost instantly. He fled the country, and It was thought be had gone back to Canada, where he had formerly lived. He wore on his hand a seal ring of the young lady, which was mounted by a gold cross, and it was that that led to his capture. A young man named Swazey, a cousin of Miss Bradley, had enlisted in the IT. H. Army, and was ordered along with his company to Fort I)uncan,on thellio Grande. He had never aeo Withersau, but had frequently heard his cousin de scribe the ring belonging to her, which Withersau wore when he killed La i rldge. One day he saw a strange man at the fort wearing the Identical ring, but cm inquiring the stranger's name he gave it as Bill Poindcxter. The soldier wrote f o the authorities of Fremont, giving a de scription of the man and ring, and the Sheriff, being satisfied that the weart r of the ring was Withersau, came aft' r and captured him. Badly Frightened Celestials. A boy, while on his May to the Itk'li- mond charcoal pile above the furnaces espied an old wagon wheel on the hil'- . side. With true boyish impulse, he stood it on its rim and started it down the hill. With the usual perversity ami cussedness of all Inanimate things it took a straight course for a Chinaman shanty, and gathering force and velocity by the momentum of its downhill revo lution, it dashed with full force against the Celestial residence, and tore it from its moorings, carrying wreck and de struction to tho Interior. A dozen terrified and scared Celestials tumbled out of the back windows anil sought safety on the flat below. The boy had taken to his heels and disap peared over the crest of the hill, and there was no visible cause in sight to account for the apparent earthquake. After a long consultation, the bravest barbarian cautiously crept back, peereil around the corner of the shanty, ami finally ventured to the doorway. His companions joined hi in, and the gesticu lating, outpouring of choice speech and the testing of the capacity of their na tive language in the way of profanity, was wonderful. The boy forgot to return that way to explain the cause of the accident. " Eureka Sentinel," Nev. Badly Sold. A well-known Sacramentau who had been out with " the boys" until about 3 o'clock in the morning felt a trifle un easy as to what his wife would say upon the subject, and determined to adopt a little piece of strategy. He entered the house cautiously, noise lessly removed his boots, and then mad his way to their bedroom. He was net so obfuscated but thpt he knew it would be dangerous to attempt to get into bed, so after disrobing he took up a position by the side of the baby's cradle and be gan rocking it like a '49-er. His wife, aroused by the noise, dis covered him, as it was a part of deep-laid plan she should, and called out : "Why, what on earth are you doing there V" "Doing?" he replied, keeping the kinks out of his tongue by an almost superhuman effort ;" doing ' I'm try ing to get this baby asleep ! She's been crying half an hour, and you've slept through it all I" His air of righteous indignation was well put on, but it wouldn't do luoJc was against him. " What do you mean ?" his better halt sternly responded. " I've got the baby in bed here with me; and she hasn't cried to-night! When did you come home?" Out-Done by a Boy. A lad in Boston, rather small for his years, works in an office as errand-boy for four gentlemen who do businesi there. One day the gentlemen were chaffing about being so small, and said to him : " You will neveramount to mueh,you never can do much business, you are too small." The little fellow looked at them. " Well," said he, " as small as I am, I can do something which none of yo j four men can do." " Ah, what is that ?" said they. "I don't know as I ought to tell you," he replied. But they were anxious ' to know, and urged him to tell what Lb could do that none of them were able to do. "lean keep from swearing f" said the little fellow. There were some blushes on four manly faces,and there seemed to be very little anxiety for further infor mation on the point. 12P The Malay policemen of Batavia are armed with a singular weapon pitch fork. It is not, strictly speaking, a weapon at all, either of offense or defense. It is a policeman's aid. When at night he meets a drunken sailor, noisy and obstinate, tbe policeman puts the fork around " Jack's" neck, and makes him walk along. That Jack may move along willingly, tbe points of tbe fork are curved inward. If he tries to esoape, or moves his head violently, he tears his neck, lie may advance slowly, but move he must, and in tbe way the pro pelling policeman directs. ... . K3"Tbe lose a man knows, the more 1 e knows about tbe hereafter. .
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