THE-TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA., FEBRUARY 18, 1879. 8 RAILROADS PHILADELPHIA AND READING R. R ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAM 8. Nov. lOliT, 1878. TRAINS LEAVE HARR18BUROAB FOLLOWS Fur Now Vork. at 6.20, 8.10 a. m. Loop. m. and 7.M p. m. For Philadelphia, at 6.20, 8.10, 9.16 a.m. low nd iki i. in. For Heading, at 6.20, t.10, 9.46 a.m. and 1.00 4.0oaud 7.i6. . , Fur fottsville Bt 8.20. 8.10 a. m., and 4.00 6. in..' aiiU via Schuylkill Bud Susquehanna ranch ( 1.4H p. m. For Auburn via 8. it 8. Br. at 8.80 a. m. Fur Alleiilown,at6.2U, 8.1Ua, in., and at 2.00, 4.0(' and 7.6 j p. m. .... . , 1'h a 1.20. 8.1U a. m., and T.SS p. m., trains have through cars for New York. Tim 6.2u. a. in., trains have through carsfor Philadelphia. SUNDAYS! For New York, at 6.20 a. m. For Allentown and Wnv Stations at 8.20a.m. For Reading, Philadelphia aud Way rttfttlontat 1.46 p. m. TRAINS FOB HARltlSBURQ, LEAVE AB FOL LOWS I Leave New York, at 8.43 a. m., 1.00, 6.30 and 'Viave'rhllatlelphla. at 9.45 a. m. 4.00, and ' Leave Rending, at t4.40,T.40. 11.60 a. m. 1.80, .IS and lo. 8o p. in. ... j . , Loave I'oUsvllle. at 8.10, 9.15 a.m. and 4.40 Pa" d via SolmylklU and Susquehanna Branchat 'Le've'Aubiirn viaS. & S. Br. at 12 noon. Leave Allentown, at R3U5.6P, 9.06a.m., 12.15 4.30 and 9.0) p. m. SUNDAYS: Leave New York. ats.sn p. m. Leave Philadelphia, at 7.20 p. m. . .... Leave Reading, at 4.40, 7.40, a. m. and 10.85 '"Leave Allentown, at2 so a. m., and 9.05 1. m. J. K. WOOTKN, uen. Manager. O, G. Hancock, oeneial Ticket Agent. fDoei not run on Mondays. Vla Morris and Essex 11. R. Pennsylvania 11. II. Time Table. NEWPORT STATION. On and alter Monday, June 2Mb., 1877, Pas euget trains will run aslollowsi EAST. Mimintown Ace.T.32a. in., dailyexceptSunday. j..i.,.Jr.,wi, Ki. via p. h.. dallv " Sunday Mall, . 6.54 P. M., daily exceptSunday Atlantie Express, .54p.m., nag, aauy. WEST. Wy Pm. 9 OR A. M.. dailv. Mall 2.43 p. a. dally exceptSunday. Miitlintown Ace. 6.65 p. m. daiiyexceptminaay. Pittsburgh Kxpress, U.67P. M.,(Flag) daily.ex ceptdunday. tA,n.. i, ,. R.17 a. m.. dallv (flae) Trains are uowruuby Philadelphia time, which IS 13 minutes I aster man Aitoouutiina, nuu i uuu .....lower than NROLAY. Agent. rutTOrn ANTJOTI HTATTOTT. On and .tfter Monday. June 2ich, 1877,tralns wm.eave uuu. .... Miffllntown Aco daily except Sunday at 8.12 a. m Johmtown Ex. 12.58P. .,daily exoeptSunday Mail 7 30 P M 1 rlantlt Expresi10.20p. m., dally (nag) WESTWARD. Way Passenger, 8.J8 a. k., daily Mail. 2.09 p. m, dailyexceptSunday Mimintown Aco. dailyexceptSunday at B.Ikp.m Plttaburg Ex. dally except Sunday (flag) ll.SSp. H WM. O. KINO Agent. gU UPRISING I JUST OPENED A VARIETY STORE, UP TOWN ! We Invite the Citizens of BLO'IMFIELD and viclnltv. to call and examine our Stock ot UUOCP.KIKM. QUIiKNSWARK. ULASMWAKE. TIN WAKE, A FULL VARIETY OF NOTIONS, etc, etc., etc. AH of which are selling at astonishingly XjO"W prices. Give lis a c ill and RAVE MONEY, as we are al most VINO THINGS AWAY. " Butter and fcgg taken In trade. VALENTINE BLANK, WEST MAIN STREET Nov. 19, '78.-U The most useful present FOR ""STOUTi "WIFE, Intended wife, mother, or sister. Is one of our Nickle Plated and Polished Fluting or Crimping Irons. 4lr, ns on out) handle aud at greatly Kit DUCKD PK10E8. King Keversaule Fluting Iron, $3 60. Home Fluting and Crimping lion, 12 75. btNT PRE PAID ou receipt ol price. Hewitt Mfg. Co. Pittsburgh, Pa. P. O. Box, 868. or 166PeiiD Avenue. AN AGENT WANTED IN THIS COUNTY w 47,0c PATENTS?'0.', I for mechani ses, medical or other o.iinpoiiiiiis. ormemal designs, trade marks, and Ubeis. tJaveals.Asslminieii is, Intel feremea, Suits for lnf rlugt-meui. and ail csei amuiy un der tne PaTK .X LaVVS, promptly attenaed to. imvEK'nioxs that u'veheen XV tljtl JllKJ L lli LJ lice may still. In lutml u. Ik patented by us. Belllgoppotilte the Paleni office, we can make closer sea relies, and secure Paieuts more promptly, and with broader claims, tliau those who are remote hum Wash ington. IN VENTORSZ? .WES, your oevlt-ei we make t x.uiinallons Jrtt 0 TJiarrf, ana anvine as i puwuiaiilllty All cor respinid'iiice strictly ronlldential. Prices low, and NO CHAKtill UNLKbS PATENT IS BK CUKEI). We referrti officials In the Patent Offlevj, to onr clients (It every Stale of the Union, ai.rl to vour Senator and Kepiesentst ve In Cuugitsg. Special reieretices given wneu ansirra. Address i C. A. SNOW & CO.. Opposite Fateut Offim, Washington. Wauu-U tov are oue luo of C A TA , . I I .11 SjS'n .'arli nelplihrtrhort'l tnlntrixlnre our n . KOne lni aruackaifo free to tlitaw, wlll- Woln-l bv ArliitiMl or Union l'x.fo') AiirW.T.. SUWIiiSCO. O t A'l. Itttuburpb, r TTT can rnaVe money faster at work for os tn ai anvlhinx else. Capital not required ; we will start ou : lli per dav at lioine made 'bv the iu lustrtOHft. Men. women, boys and girls wsntrfl v-rvwhre tw work for us. How Is the time. Co.tlv imiat and teirnn free. Address ThUH t VO-., ADgusta, Maine. 'Illyr TADIE8 AND CHILDREN 'Will And a j eplndld assortment of skoes a't aha m THE WIDOW'S FRENCHMAN; -on, ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE. "0";, WHAT ft liantlsome mftnl" cried Mre. Hunter; " and such a charming foreign accent too." Mrs. .Hunter was a widow rich, childless, fair and thlrty-flve and she made the remark above recorded to Mr. Bunting, bachelor, who had come to pay an afternoon call, apropos of the depart ure of Prof. La Fontaine, who had, according to the etiquette, taken his departure on the arrival of Mr. Hunt ing. " Don't like to contradict a lady," said Mr. Hunting, ' but I can't Bay I agree with you ; and these foreigners are geuerally Impostors, too." Mrs. Hunter shook her head cotjuet tlshly. Bhe was rather coquettish and rather gushing for her age. "Oh, you gentlemen I you gentle men I" Rhe said; " 1 can't see that you ever do justice to each other." And then she rang the bell and order ed the servants to bring tea, and pressed Bachelor Bunting to stay to partake of It. There was a maiden aunt of eighty in the house, to play propriety, and allow her the privilege of having as many bachelors to tea as she chose, and Mr. Bunting forgot his jealousy, and was once more happy. He was, truth to tell, very much lu love with the widow, who was his jun ior by fifteen years. He liked the idea of living on the lnttrest of her money, too. Bhe was a splendid housekeeper and a fine pianist. Bhe was popular and good-looking. He intended to otl'er himself for her acceptance as soon as he felt sure that she would not refuse him. But this dreadful Professor La Fotm tnlce, with black eyes as big as saucers, and long side-wbiekers black also as any raven's wing had the advantage of being the widow's Junior. This opportunity to make a fool of herself, is so Irresistible to every widow. It troubled his dreams a good deal not that he thought him handsome. Oh, not But still at fifty a man does not desire a rival, however he may despise him. "Bhe did not ask him to stay, and she did ask me," said Mr. Bunting, and de parted, after a most delightful evening, during which the maiden aunt (who was at best, as deaf as a post) snored sweetly in her chair. But, alas I on the very next evening his sky was overcast. Professor La Fontaine took the widow to the opera. He saw tuem enter the doors of the opera house, and, having followed and secured a seat In a retired portion of the house, also, noticed that the Professor kept his eyes fixed upon the lady's face in the most imprest-lve manner, during the whole of the performance, and that she now and then even returned his glances. " It can't go on," said Mr. Bunting to himself. "I can't allow it. She'd re gret it ail her life. I must remonstrate with her. No woman likes a coward. Faint heart never won fair lady. She'll admire me for speaking out." And that very eVehibg Mr. Bunting trotted up to the widow's, full of a deadly purpose, aud with a set speech learned otl' by heart. The speech he forgot as he crossed the threshold. . The purpose abided with hltil. There were the usual remarks about the weather. The usual chitchat followed, but the widow saw that Mr. Buntiug was not at his ease. At Ittttt, With the sort of plunge that a timid bather makes into chilly water, he dashed into the subject nearest his heart. " He's a rascal, ma'am, I give you my word." "Oh, dear! Who is?" cried the widow. " That frog-eater," replied the bachtl. or. 1 " Upon my soul, I speak for your own good. I am interested in your wel fare. Don't allow his visits. You don't know a thing about him." 'Do you allude to Monsieur La Fon taine)"' asked Mrs. Hunter, solemnly. "I allude to that fellow," said bach elor Buntiug. "Why, his very counte nance proves him to be a rascal, I I'd enjoy kicking him out so much, 1 " "Sir," said tha widow, "if you have not been drinking, I really think you tuust be mad." " Ma'um !" cried Mr. Buntiug. " Perhaps, however, I should take no tiotlce of such conduct," said Mrs. Hun ter. " Perhaps I shoukt treat it with silent contempt." "Oh, good gracious P cried bachelor Buutlng, " don't treat me with silent contempt. It's my aflfeetlon for you that urges me on. I adore you I Have foe. Acctpt 'me. Mnry me an c mine to cherish and protect from all audacious Frenchmen." The widow's heart was melted. Bhe burst Into tears. " Oh, what shall I say 1"' she sobbed. " I thought you merely a friend. I am I I I am engaged to the Professor ; he proposed yesterday evening." Bachelor Bunting had dropped down upon his knees while making the of fer. Now he got up with a sort of groan not entirely caused by disappointed love, for he hud the rheumatism. " Farewell, false one," he said feeling for his hat without looking for it, "I leave you forever." He strode away, banging the door after him. The widow cried and then laughed, and then cried again. In fact, she had a genuine fit of what the maiden aunt called "sterlcks," and the chambermaid " hlghstrlkes," before she wus brought to, aud prevailed to take a glass of wine and something hot and comfortable In the edible line. After which the thought of her fiance consoled her. Days passed on. Bachelor Bunting did not drown him self or sup coltl poison. The wedding day was fixed. The houRPmald informed her friend that Mrs. Hunter " kept steady com pany." The maiden aunt, who had no in come ol her own, curried favor by being almost always in the state of apparent coma. The widow was In the seventh heaven of bliss, and all went merry as a mar riage bell until oue evening, as the be trothed pair sat before the fire In the polished grate, there came a ring at the bell, and the girl who answered It soon looked into the parlor to announce the fact that a little girl in the hall would come iu. "Oh, let her In," said Mrs. Hunter, " I'm so fond of the dear children In the neighborhood. " It's oue of them, I presume V" But while she was speaking, a small, but very odd looking little girl In a short frock, with a tambourine in her hand, bounced Into the room .and throw ing herself Into the Professor's arms, with a Btrong French accent screamed : "Darling papa, have I then found your" How glad mamma will be I We thought you dead." "I'm not your papa," said the Frenchman, turning pale. "Are you crazy, my dear little girl ?" ."No, no, no; you are my papal" cried the child. " Do not deny your Est el In. Does she not know you V Ah, my heart, It tells me true. Dear, mam ma and I have almost starved, but she has never pledged her wedding ring, never. Bhe plays the organ, I the tam bourine. We have suffered, but . now papa will return to us. Ah, heaven I" "My gracious I the morals of furrl ners. He'd have married missus 1" cried the girl at the door. "Bhe tells one black lie. Never be fore have I seen her; believe me, inad ame I" screamed the poor Frenchman. Ah, moil Dleu, am I d renin I tig V" 'Oh, Alphonse,' cried the widow," but there, I will be firm. My beet friends warned me of you. Take your hat go. Never enter my presence again. Go with your unfortunate child your poor, half starved little girl. Qo home to your deaerted wife. Go I" " Ah, tiiadame, zense la falsehood I" cried the unfortunate Frenchman, los ing ills temper in his excitement. Be lief" "Out of my house I" cried the widow. " Peggy, open the door. Go ! What an escape I have had I" The Professor departed. Mrs. Hunter threw herself Into her chair aud burst Into tears. After a while she grew more calm, and taking a letter from a drawer, she pe- , rused It. " Ah me I what deceivers those uleu are 1" she said, as she pensively lay back on the cushions. "Only to think he could write a letter so full of love, and prove such a villain ; but I am warned in time." And Bhe tore tlie letter into frag ments. The malde mint, who had not heard a word, demanded an explana tion, Biddy bowled it through her ear trumpet in these worda : "The scoundrel has ever so many wives and families already playlti' tambourine for their bread the ras cal!" And in the midst the door bell rang, and Mr. Bunting walked la, with a .polite bow. Biddy and the aunt slipped out of the 'room. Mr. Bunting approached the widow. " I called to apologiie," tie said. "I was buttty the other day. Had I known the gentleman was iaar to you I should have restrained my speech. I wiah you happiness 1" "Don't, please J" ricd the widow. "He Is worse than you painted him. I have found lit in out. I hate him. As as for me, I can never be happy again." "Not with your own Bunting V cried the bachelor, sitting down betide her. " I'm afraid not," said the widow. "Are you surer"" asked Mr. Bunt ing. " No, not quite, said Mrs. Hunter. " Then marry me, my dear, and try It. Do. oh, do!" Mrs. Hunter sobbed and consented. After having had a white colored silk made up and trimmed with real lace, It was too bad not to figure as a bride after all. Bhe married bachelor Bunting and was very happy. It was well, perhaps, that she had not the fairy gift of the invisible cap, and did not put it on and follow Mr. Bunting to a mysterious recess In the rear of a theatre, whither he took his way after parting with the widow on the night of his engagement. There he met a little girl, small but odd looking, the same indeed who had claimed the Professor as her lost papa, and this is what he said to her : " Here Is the money I promised you, my child, and you acted the thing ex cellently well. I know that by the effect protluced. She believes that he's a married man, and he can't prove to the contrary, I knew you'd be able to act It out, when I saw you play the de serted chld In the tragedy." Then one hundred dollars were count ed out Into the little brown hand, and Bachelor Bunting walked oil" tri umphant. To this day his wife does not know the truth, but alludes to poor, innocent Professor La Fountalneas that wicked Frenchman. How Joe Lost His Bet. An old fellow named Joe Poole, very eccentric, and an incorrigible stutterer, was a constant lounger at a tavern in Waterford, Maine. One day a traveler from a distant part of the State arrived at the tavern, and was met by an old acquaintance, a res!, dent of the town. After some conver sation on different topics the traveler was addressed as follows : " By the way, Brown, look out for old friend, Joe Poole, to-night. You'll know him quick enough by his stut tering. He will be sure to come and of fer to bet that you've not got a whole shirt to your back. If you take him up, you will surely lose by a trick he's got. He invariably offers to lay this wager and always wins." " Very well," said the traveler, w I'll not let him get ahead of me. Much obliged for the caution." The evening arrived and a large crowd was collected in the bar-room. Our friends were there, and old Joe Poole was present in his element. " I tell you wh-what. You're nicely dressed, but I'll bet you teu to one you haven't got a whole shirt to your baok." "I will take the bet!" said the stranger. "Put the money in the landlord's hands. This being done, the traveler pulled off his coat, and was about following suit with his vest, when old Joe cried out: " Ho-ho-hold on !. Ha-half your shirt Is in fr-front, and the other half is on your ba-back." There was a roar of laughter, but the new-comer did not mind it, but pulled off bis vest, too, and quietly turning to Joe, displayed to his astonished gaze a shirt neatly folded and placed under his suspenders. Of course the laugh was turned upon Poole, who acknowledged that be bad lost the wager. An Odd Character. READERS there la a man that we know of in Waterford, Oxford county, Me., a man I believe, who was never kuown outside of his home (and very likely it was the same there) to give a direct, legitimate anBwer to an honest, simple question. He was a gouty old codger if he ever married I do not know it owning considerable real estate and best known as a trader la horses and cattle. Said one neighbor to another on a certain occasion ; "If you get from Old Hale a single direct answer to a simple direct ques tionan answer which shall convey information sooght I will give you five dollars; and I will take your word for the result." The offer was made to a man named Anderson, who had then lately moved into the neighborhood. He bad pur chased a horse from Mr. Hale, and bad no delicacy about attempting to earn the five dollars, and be btlleveU he could do it. A few days subsequent to the offer lie chanced to meet the old fellow on the highway, trudging home with ft lot of goose-yokes strung upon his arm. Here was an opportunity, and Ander son felt sure of his five dollars. Surely he oould get one simple, dlreot answer from the man Just one. At all events he would try. " Ah, good day, Mr. Hale. I declare there is something like of which I have not seen I was a boy. They art goose yokes, aren't they V" " Wa a-l, they look like goose-yokes, don't they V" " They, do certainly ; and they were fashioned for that purpose, were they notV" " Waal, I didn't see them fashion, ed, but you can bet your life that they didn't grow like that." " But," pursued Anderson, still pleas antly, determined to get a direct answer if possible, " you mean to put those yokes upon your geese, don't you V" - Old Hale looked at the yokes, and then at his Interlocutor. 'Wa-a-l, it strikes me that I'll hev ter catch the geese fust, and I shau't do it while I'm standing here, ehall I V" And away he went. Anderson had a story to tell, but had not earned hia five dollars. On another occasion Old Hale bad goue over to Fryeburg to attend the West Oxford County Fair. He had put up his horses at Johnny Smith's well, known hostelry, and was making hia way leisurely towards the fair grounds, when a gentleman, driving a stylish team, pulled up by his side, and hailed '. him: " Ah good day, sir. Will you tell s if this road will take me to the Fair grounds?" " Wtt-a-1, stranger, I can't say what It'll do for you ; I trust my legs to ke me.'' And the gentleman drove on, evi dently taking It for granted that the di rection of the crusty man's face was a sufficient guide." Matrimonial Curiosities. The wedding of Amund J. Blowstead and Louise Bchurle drew an assembly that filled a Chicago church. The cere mony was pmootbly performed, and the married pair passed down the aisle on their way out. At the door the bride said that she Intended to go home with her mother, instead of starting on the honey-moon tour that had been planned. Nobody could dissuade her, and bhe parted from her husband then and there. After waiting a month for her to change ber mind, or make an explanation, Blowstead now sues for divorce. A trifle less hurried was the parting of Mr. and Mrs. Manning, who. stayed In a Worcester hotel on their wedding night. In the morning the husband said that he was going out for au hour, and that was the lost seen of him by the bride, who waited until afternoon, and then sent for ber brother to come and take her borne. Btill another curious separation was that of Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson, whose wedding tour took them to the home of the husband's relatives, in Dallas, Texas, where he learned that the bride was his step daughter, of, whom he had known nouiing since tier cnuunooa. Aitnougn there was no blood relationship between them, they decided it would be best to part. Didn't Stutter. " Would you mind read In' this for me, sir, I can't read myself." It was a suow-shoveler on Walnut street that spoke, as he handed over an envelope, enclosing a telegram, which read : "Nashville. January 9, 1879. I will arrive at Louisville by the three o'clock train this evening. Jerry A. Taftt." " Will you read it again, sir r" asked the snow-shoveler. It was read again. " You say it's signed Jerry A. Tafft." " That was the name." " Please read It once more." His request was complied with. "It goes right straight alotig just them ere words, without any hiteuln' orstumblln r" "Just that way," " It can't be Jerry, then, it can't- be Jerry," he mused. " Jerry couldn't say that many words without stuttering, all to pieces, to save his life. Some fellow is tryin' to fool me, but I'm toe smart for him, I am." 6?jT There are two classes ofCbristlans those who live chiefly by emotion and those who live chiefly by faith The first class, those who live chiefly by emotion, remind one of ships that move by the outward impulse of winds opera ting upon the sails. They are often at a dead calm, often out of their course, and sometimes driven back. And it in wily when the winds are fair aud powerful that they move onward with rapidity. The other class, those who live chiefly by faith, remind one of the magnificent aleamer which orosa the Atlantic, that are moved by interior and permanent principle, aud which, setting at defiance all ordinary obstacles, advances steadily aud swiftly to its destination, through calm and storm, tbrouif h cloud aud sun. sulue.
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