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    THE TIMES, NEW BLOOM Fl El, I), 1A.. NOVEMBER 8, 1881.
RAIL .TOADS.
PHILADELPHIA AND HEADING R. K.
AKItANUKMKNT OF P A.H3K N(l K 11 TRAIN8
June 27th, 1831.
Trains I.oare HaniNbiirg ns Follows t
For Now York via Allentown, at i ,
H i and 4.MII p. m.
for New Voi'K vlit I'lilliulnlphlii and "Round
Brook Itoiite," M.3t) 8.1 A. in. KUil 1.45 p. m.
Kor I'lilladelplua, ut (1.3), 8.0o, 9.50 u. m., 1.45
and 4.Wi p. in.
Kor Ke.idl Mi?, at 8.20, 0.3U, 8.05, 9.50a. 111., 1.45,
4.00, and i.'m p. in.
Purfoltsvllto. at P.2f, Shi, CM) a. m. nud 4.00
&. m., and via Hchuylklll and ttiisguehanna
ranch at 2.4u p. in. l'or Auburn, at 8.10 a. in.
Kor Allentowu,at6.a), 8.05, V.oOa. in., 1.45 aud
l.(0 p. Ml.
Tim s.05 n. m. and 1.45 p. m. trains have
through oars lor Mew Vork.vla AllenUiwu.
SUNDAY'S !
For Allentown and Way Matlnns, at 5 20 a. m.
Kor Heading, 1'hlldelapliia, and Way Stations,
at 1.45 p. in.
Trains Leave for llunlxbnig as Follows t
Leave NowYork via Allentown, 6.L0 and 9 00
a. in . l.iHiantl 5.80 p. in.
Leave Nw Vurk via "Bound Hrook Uoule."and
Philadelphia at 7.45 a. in., 1.30, 4.U0, .mid 6.W) p. in.
nrrlvliiK i lliirrlsuuiH, l.txi, 8.2u, y 2u p, m., and
12. (5 a. in.
I.eavo Philadelphia, at 9.45 a. in., 4.00 , f. 50
aud 7.45 p. iii.
Leave ('oiisvllle.fi on. fl.ina. in. and 4.40 p. n.
Leave Headline, at 4.50, 7. 30, 11.50 a. m., 1.3', 0.15,
7.50 aud lo..t.i p. in.
Leave I'oiuvllle viaHcliuylklM and Suu,ueliHiuia
Branch, 8.15 a. in., and 4 4o p. in.
Leave Alleiiiowu, at 0.00, 9.0U a. m., 12.10, 4.S0,
aud 9.05 p.m.
SUNDAYS;
Leave New York, via Allentown at 5.30 p. m.
Leave 1'liiladulplila. at 7.45 p. in.
Leave KendiiiK, al 7 :) a. in. and 10.3,5 p. in.
Leave Allentown. atu.05 p. m.
BALDWIN MUNCH.
Leave ITAllIUSBtnia lor Paxlon, Loclileland
Steelton dally, except HiinUay, at 6.25. 8.40, 9.35
a. m., and 2.00 p. in.) dally, except Saturday and
Sunday, at 6.35 p. in., and on Saturday only, 4.45,
6.10, 9.30 p. m.
Returning, leave STEELTON dally, except
Sunday. at 6.10,7.00, 10.00a. in., 2.20p. in. 1 dally,
except Saturday and Sunday, 6.10 p. in., aud uu
Saturday only 6.10, 6.30, 9,5u p. in.
J. E. WOOTTEN, Oen. Manager.
C. O.TUncock, General Passenger and Ticket
Agent.
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"y ALU ABLE FARM
PRIVATE SALE.
A GOOD ARM situate In Savllle township,
t. one and a halt miles south ol .Iukesburg,
this couuty, containing
.About GO -A.cres,
Having thereon erected a
Frame House, Bank Barn,
CARPENTER8HOP. AND OTHER OUTBUI1D
logs. A good portion of the tract i s excellent bot
tom land and is under good cultivation. This
lHiinertv is pleasantly located In a good neigh
borhood, convenient, to churches, stores and
schools.
The above property will be sold at a reason
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ticulars call at this otllue. 26
A Pleasant Surprise.
"W,:
ELL, my little tnnn, what's the
matter ?"
The words were spoken quickly and
sharply, but not unkindly, by n little old
gentleman, who had run against a thin
ly clad boy standing shlverlug In front
of a dry goods store just cloning fur the
day.
There was something In the gentle
man's tone that caused the boy to look
up wishfully.
"I I have Just been discharged, Blr,"
he answered, struggling with a soli that
kept rising In his throat.
"By the people In tberu ?"
"Yes, sir."
"I hope it wasn't for doing anything
bad," said the gentleman, with a sharp
look Into the boy's eyes.
"What an old brute I am to hint at
such a thing," he added in a mutter, de
tecting a hurt look In the truthful, hon
est eyes that met his own.-
"They say they don't need me any
longer," said the boy, "and that the rea
son they send me away."
"How much were they giving you 5"'
"Ten shillings a week, sir."
"Humph 1" "
"It wasn't a great deal, sir," the boy
added, "but It helped mother."
"How old are you 1"' inquired the gen
tleman. "Nearly eight, sir."
"Any father? You've just said you
had a mother."
"Father died a year ago, Bir, and left
me and mother and sissy sissy's not
quite three and of course can't help
mother any yet."
"And what does your mother do ?"
"She takes in sewing when Bhe can
get it, and the ten shillings I got helped
along ; but now "
The little fellow's voice broke down,
and he was turning to go when the old
gentleman stopped him.
"Look here," he said abruptly; "I've
a notion of taking a boy myself. How
do you think, now, you'd like to go with
me?"
"I am willing to do whatever mother
says," was the answer.
"Well, let us go and see her."
. The gentleman's quickness took the
boy by surprise ; but they were soon on
their way toward the latter's house.
"That's my grandpa's house," said
the boy, bb they passed a stately mau
slou. "And who is your grandpa, pray ?"
"His name Is John Warlow."
The boy would have been a little
startled had he noticed the quick, sharp
glance the gentleman turned upon him.
"What's your name ?" the gentleman
continued.
"Walter Boyd."
"Mr. Warlow's your mother's father,
I suppose."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you ever go to see your grandpa?"
The boy was silent and embarrassed
for a moment, and then answered :
"No, sir."
Then observing that the questioner
eyed him curiously, Walter stammered
a confused explanation to the effect that
he had heard how his grandpa had got
ten very angry with his mother for mar
rying his father because he wasn't rich,
and had never seen or spoken to her
afterwards.
"Do you know what your grandma's
name was before she married your grand
pa?" the gentleman resumed.
"Yes, Blr; it was Edith Banford, I've
been told, but she died long ago."
The old gentleman gave another quick
look, but again Walter failed lo notice it.
His eyes, just then, were turned long
ingly toward a window containing a
tempting display of holida'y goods, it
being Christmas eve.
"Let's go in," said the little old gen
tleman, and the two entered the shop.
The gentleman picked out a costly
pocket knife, with ever so many queer
contrivances in it, and a handsome wax
doll, which he bought and put in his
pocket, and then hurried away, though
the latter would have gladly remained
longer to feast his eyes on the brilliant
stock of treasures.
At last they reached the ungainly tene
ment in which Walter's mother occu
pied a poorly furnished room up four
flights of stairs.
As lie looked upon her face the old
gentleman seemed strangely moved;
and there was a noticeable quiver in his
voice as he mentioned to the widow his
offer to employ her son, of whose dis
charge he at the same time apprised her.
"But don't be concerned, madam," he
hastened to say, noticing her blank
look ; "I can ofler your boy a much bet
ter situatiou and here, take this," he
hurriedly added, thrusting a bank note
into her hand; "it's only to bind the
bargain and keep any one from getting
ahead of me. Of course, you needn't
answer till you've learned more about
me."
Then, while Walter was busy telling
sissy of the - wonderful things he had
seen in the toy shop, the eccentric little
gentleman slipped his two purchases to
Mrs. Boyd, with an Injunction to put the
wonderful knife in Waller's stocking
tliab night, and the wax doll in his
sissy's after which he took a hasty
leave.
It was quite dark when he mounted
the stops of the stately mansion of Wal
ter's grandpa.
"Tell Mr. WhHow I wish to see him,"
said the little gentleman to the servant
who answered the bell.
"What name shall I say, sir?" .
"I'll announce It myself, sir," was the
reply.
After some delay the servant returned
and conducted the stranger to Mr. War
low's sitting room.
"I've Just been paying a visit to your
daughter and grandchildren," began the
little gentleman, without preface.
The announcement was received with
anything but a pleased look. But be
fore Mr. Warlow could reply, hl9 visitor
resumed :
"You hod a half brother Henry once,
who, finding you had supplanted him In
the affections of the woman he loved,
concealed his passion, and abandoned
home and country, leaving you to carry
oir the prl.e for which he would have
sacrificed his life. At length news came
of his death In a strange land, and you,
who before had been poor, stepped into
his fortune, which was ample. Your
wife died, leaving you a daughter, her
mother's Image. It seems that when
she grew tip and married a man without
wealth, as her mother had done, you
could not forgive the offence, and have
left her children to struggle for bread or
starve. Do I speak truly ?"
"The question is rather Impertinent,
sir. Surely I am master of what is my
own."
"Yes ; but not of what belongs to an
other." "Your meaning is obscure," replied
the other, hautlly.
The explanation is very simple."
"May I trouble you for it ?"
"Henry Warlow t' not dead!"
"Not dead? you but trifle, sir."
"Look at me, John !" said the strang
er earnestly; and as John Warlow
closely scanned the other's features, one
by one they came back to his memory,
and the truth flashed upon him that the
true owner of the wealth he had so long
esteemed his own, had indeed come back
as from the grave.
"Do not tremble and turn pale," Hen
ry Warlow said. "I have been prosper
ous enough to gain a new fortune suffi
cient for my needs, and shall leave you
undisturbed, but ou one condition that
you bring your daughter and her chil
dren to your home."
There was a happy Christmas reunion
the next day in John Warlow's house.
Nor has Uncle Henry forgotten his bar
gain about Walter, whom he has taken
to live with himself.
SPOOPENDYKE'S PICTURE HANGING.
it 7ELL, my dear," said Mr. Spoop
YY endyke, with a nail In his
mouth, and balancing himself wavering
ly on a dining room chair, "all you've
got to do now Is to get your picture
ready, and I'll show you how to hang
the thing."
"It's awful sweet of you, pet," said
Mrs. Spoopendyke, alternately rubbing
the frame of a very hectic cbromo and
sucking the thumb she had been ham
mering for the last twenty minutes. "It's
awful sweet and thoughtful nf you, dear,
to offer your assistance at such a time,
for I do believe I never would have got
a nail driven in that stupid wall."
"Of course you wouldn't, my dear,"
laughed Spoopendyke. "Who ever saw
a woman that could drive a nail ? You
couldn't drive a galvauized carpet tack
in a 'leven pound bladder of putty. And
speaking of driving nails, I'd like to
know If you're ever going to hand up
that hammer, or meat pounder, or what
ever you've been using. Think I can
drive nails with my elbow ?"
"It's the stove haudle, love," and
Mrs. Spoopendyke meekly handed up a
mysterious-looking implement with a
wooden handle at one end and the un
derjaw of a shoemaker's plyers at the
other.
"Oh, it's a stove hook, Is It?" said
Mr. Spoopendyke, regarding the weapon
with a sinister expression. "Now, if
you'd handed me up a dog iron, or a
puir of steelyards, I'd have been right at
home but a stove hook l Really, my
dear,I'd rather undertake to drive a nail
with a scythe handle."
"But the wall's so soft and lovely,
dear, it really drives them beautifully
if they would only stick," said Mrs.
Spoopendyke, reassuredly.
'Only stick ?" said Mr. Spoopendyke,
contemptuously ; "now I'll bet you
never wet the mucilage on a single nail
before you started it. That's why they
didn't stick for you ouch I suffering
Moses! Are you going to stand serenely
by and see me beat my knuckles into a
bbapeless pulp with tills dod-gasted
measly marllu-spike ?"
"Poor dear," said Mrs. Spoopendyke,
consolingly. "You do act so impatient
and at the first trial, too. Maybe It
struck something hard in the plaster.
Try another place Hint's the way I
managed that."
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Rpoopcndpke,
"that's the way you managed, and you
have punched holes enough In here to
plny crlbbnge In. Will you gimme an
other nail ? Don't you see I've knocked
this ono flat, and can't pry It up'.agnln?'
"Can't unpry it up again I" ejaculated
Mrs. Spoopendyke In a very gentle
volce.handinghlni another nail. "Can't
unpry It up again! Well, If that ain't
grammar 1"
"Oh, ain't It ?" said Mr. Spoopendyke,
with a most horrified smile. "Of course
It ain't, you old female spmlnary with a
cracked bell in your cupola ! Ami go
ing to school to you, or am I driving
nails?"
"Well, dear," sighed Mrs. Spoopen
dyke, "you're surely not driving nails."
"No, you can Just bet I'm not driving
nails, and you can bet I ain't a going to
try no more nails, neither. And you
can bet," continued Mr. Spoopendyke,
with still denslfylng intensity, and a
war-dance flourish as he leaped to the
floor, "and you can Just bet your high
muck a-muck, If you'll set that measly
old chromo of yours on the side table.
I'll throw this dod gasted thing so far.
through it that it won't get back in a
century.
HE GOT IT.
ONE OF the most touching things we
have read in a long time is that
Btory of a robber and a poor lone wo
man in Ohio. The robber came to her
house at night and demanded her money
or her life. She hadn't much money or
life either, but she preferred giving up
the former rather than the latter ; so she
brought her little store and placed It in
his band. He looked it over carefully,
to see that she didn't palm off any 20
cent pieces for quarters, and facetiously
told her that he could credit her for only
04 cents on the trade dollars, chiding her
for taking them at their face value.
"Haven't you anything else of
value?" inquired the bold bad burglar,
looking about the scantily furnished
apartment; "a child's bracelet, ring,
anything will be thankfully received.
She had nothing more, she replied,
with a sigh.
A thought struck him.
"Your husband was a soldier, was he
not?"
She acknowledged that he was, and
killed In the war.
"The he must have had a revolver,"
he continued, searching her counte
nance. "Ah, you grow confused; you
stammer; your manner betrays you.
Qet that revolver at once and give it to
me." In vain the woman implored him
to spare that harmless trinket, almost
the sole memorial of the husband she
had lost. She had pawned many things
when In distress, but had always hung
on to that. But the robber was unre
lenting. Sobbing bitterly, she went to
a bureau drawer and removed the pre
cious relic, around which clustered so
many tender recollections. "Must you
have it?" said she, advancing with
trembling step toVard him.
"Yes, I must," said the robber extend
ing his hand.
"Well, then, take it," said she, gently
pressing the trigger for the last time.
There was a loud report, and the robber
tumbled over dead. The community
ought to pension that woman.
Locomotive Engineer' Responsibilities.
TOB everv accident that bannens an
X engineer is liable to be blamed,
whether at fault or not. He holds the
most responsible position on the train.
The engine in his care is worth from
$8,000 to $15,000. Look at his duties.
He must keep bis eye on the track
ahead, watching the switch targets by
day and lights by night. He must be on
the look-out for a danger flag at all
times. He must keep informed of how
much water there is in the boiler by con
stantly trying the guage cocks must
neither have too little nor too much. He
must watch the time so as not to run
ahead of time nor to lose time. He has
the throttle and reverse lever to attend
to, and must see that the latter is in the
notch which will use the least amount
of steam that is, make use of the ex
pansive qualities it possesses. He must
be sure that the pump or injector, which
ever the engine is equipped with, is
working all right and putting the proper
amount of water in the boiler continu
ally. He must watch the steam gauge
and the gauge which indicates the
amount of compressed air contained in
the reservoirs to be used for applying the
brakes. He must watch his air pump
and not let it stop, in order to have
plenty of, compressed air whenever he
has occasion to apply the brakes. The
whistle must be blown and the bell rung
on approaching stations or obscure
crossings. If be is runulng a freight
train he must also use good judgment In
keeping out of the way of first-class
trains. In all cases of danger ahead he
must reverse his engine, sand the rails,
and nppty the breakes, or, If he ha not
the air brakes, he must then whistle
brakes. There Is not another man on
the train who has more to oiwupy his at
tention or has mote responsibility than
the engineer. There U hot another
man on the train which is fo .
liable to have blame attached to him
from so many different quarters than
have just been enumerated. And, be
sides that, It Is a dangerous position. If
we And a broken rail the engine Is the
first to strike It. In a collision the en
gine Is In the thickest of the wreck, or
the machinery may break and raise Old
Ned. When an engineer gets in trouble
tnuke allowance for all these tilings.
Not Many Like Her.
THE following story, says the Wash
ington Capital, Is true in every de
tail : A milliner of respectability mar
ried a dissipated tailor, who abused,
neglected and abandoned her. Several
years having passed without a clew to
his whereabouts, her friends advised
divorce aud her acceptance of an advan
tageous offer of marriage. The woman
persistently declined every offer, and
when she had accumulated a sufllclent
sum started offln the direction her hus
band was supposed to have taken whet
he left her. At Halifax, N. S., she re
ceived a slight clew, and took the steam
er to Portland, Me. Thence she followed
his 'track to New York, where she
ceased for many months to hear from
him. Finally she found that he was
working In Albany, for which place she
immediately started. She was about a
week too late; he had been discharged
for drunkenness. Spending her days at
lucrative work and her evenings at de
tective service, the unwearying wife at
length discovered that he was employed
by a large Arm In Chicago. She wrote
there, and was answered that her hus
band had gone away, nobody knew
where. Not satisfied with this,' she
traveled to that city and ransacked every
concern interested In the talloiing busi
ness there, until she met a fellow-coun-tryman
who said that her husband,
when last beard from, was In Omaha.
She wrote there, got do answer, but
went on. There she heard that he had
certainly left for San Francisco, where
he bad obtained a fine place as cutttr in
a large firm. She, of course, went
thither, only to be told that herhu9band
had been several days away from work,
and was drinking bard. He bad not
been even at his boarding-houses. This
led her to visit the station-house, and in
one of them ehe ascertained that her
husband was in jail for ten days. He
was released and prevailed on to return
home after six years' absence. All this
occurred eighteen years ago, and to-day
the prodigal husband of yore is a strict
temperance man, in independent circum
stances, a model husband and father and
a respected citizen.
The Last Snake Story of the Season.
The Waterbury (Conn.) American
says: recently the American published a
remarkable tale of two red adders that,
were killed In a. Cherry-street dwelling.
A sequel to the story can now be told.
It will be remembered that a gentleman
arose in the night for a drink of water1
and hit one of the snakes with his bare
foot, and then reached down in the dark-'
ness aud felt it with his hand; that he
thought it felt " a little queer," and on
striking a light found he had been mak
ing familiar with a real live adder. The
mate to the adder was found in the bouse
in the morning and also killed. Two
cats bad worried and fought the first
snake until it had become stupid ; other
wise it would undoubtedly have bitten
the gentleman who had handled it in the
darkness and while wholly ignorant of
the peril he was in. It now transpires
that the two cats saved the man's life at
the cost of their own, for they both died
from the effects of the poisonous bites of
the adder. Two cats were never more
sincerely mourned, and there are certain
persons In Cherry Street, it is said, who
firmly believe that in the feline heaven
beyond the border these two brave mew
ers will have golden mice and rats of
pearl every day forevermore.
Rightly Served.
A young named Hardesty,of Ottumwa
Iowa, has little sense. He agreed- to
give his watch and $40 for $400 of coun
terfeit money so well executed that ex
perts could not tell it from the genuine.
As per negotiations he went to a barn at
9 o'clock at night, tapped on the Biding
when a hand from the inside passed hlra
out an envelope at the same time that
Hardesty handed in his watch and $40 of
good money. Hardesty rushed off and.
examined his purchase, and was so mad
when he found that the envelope con
tained nothing but old newspapers cut
to bank-bill size, that he went and com
plained to the police.
Big Results From Little Causes.
" Do you know ?" remarked a man to
his friend on Chestnut Street, a day or
two since, " I believe both Conkiin and
Piatt bad a bad case of skin disease whea
they resigned l" "What makes yoi
think so?" inquired the listeuer in aston
ishment. " Well, you see they acted ia
such au eruptive manner so rosA ly as
it were. Save? Oh! yes, I save," re
plied the other, "they were boil lug
over and merely resigned to humor theiij
selves, I suppose." if such be the ctus,
the National difficulty might have toen '
averted by applying Swayue's Ointment
for skin diseases. 4'.' it
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