Lititz Record

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J. FRANK BUCH.
OFFICE—No. 9 S. Broid street, Litits,
Lancaster County, Pa.
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VOL. XXV. LITXTZ, PA., FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 24, 1902. NO 2D
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$ 2 5 REWARD.
The above reward will
be paid to any one who
will aid in the arrest and
conviction of the party who
attempted to rob my store
and broke the large French
plate glass window on
Thursday night, January 9.
At the same time I wish to
announce that I pro-pose
making
Sweeping
Reductions
WINTER WEAR.
Also all Percale, Madras and Bed-ford
Cord Shirts will be sold at just one-half
the tegular price, not because the stock may
be damaged, but simply to make room for the
new line which will be here sometime in Feb-ruary.
My aim in the past has always been to
give you your money's worth, and shall con-tinue
to do so in the future. Come and see us
at any rate whether you wish to purchase or
not, and if you do not find the above to be cor-rect
we are not deserving of your patronage.
Can clothe you from head to foot.
I a L H . B U C H ,
THE CLOTHIER. Record Building,
L J T I T Z , P H.
I Don't Deal
In big adjectives or long words. I don't make
any extravagant claims. I am willing to leave
everything to you. All I ask is that before
you make any purchase of a
DIAMOND, WATCH
or anything in the Jewelry line, you come in
and let me show my assortment and what MY
prices are. If you can do better elsewhere, I
will make no complaint. I know, however,
that you can't. My Christmas prices are never
higher, always the lowest.
AWAY WITH SADNESS.
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J EWE L E R and OPTICIAN 170 N. QUEEN ST., LANCASTER.
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They are here in endless variety,
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TOO LS and
IMPLEMENTS.
Come to us for whatever you
want in the way of mechanics'
tools or garden implements.
We keep a big stock, and we
sell at the lowest prices.
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L I T I T Z , P A .
W r i t t e n for t h e RECOBD.
And hast thou, sad one, ears to hear
Lite's sweet and joyous sounds;
And eyes to see the beauty ciear,
Which all around abounds?
And hast a heart to know and feel
The gladness that abides,
Fair Hope that over makes appeal,
And Faith that never chides?
And hast thou heard the blithesome notes
Of birds in beauteous spring,
And watched the fleecy cloud that floats
O'erhead, a glorious thing ?
And hast thou felt the blessedness
Of good deeds nobly done,
The consciousness that's sure to bless
From triumphs fairly won ?
Then thou dost ill to be so sad,
And doubiy ill to weep;
For thou hast cause for being glad,
And more good heart to keep.
A. S. B.
be t i t t le
C i a ^ i m a g e .
XONG AGO, when Italy was a
land of great painters and great
sculptors—when the little chil-dren
at play made pictures with
chalk upon the stones of the
street, real pictures—and this, too, be-fore
sloyd, or clay modeling, or kinder-gartens
were ever heard of—there lived
close under the walls of a castle not far
from one of the great Italian cities, a
young girl whose name was Costanza ;
and she made pictures in clay, and
sometimes even little statues, but no-body
thought this very remarkable.
These clay pictures and statues were
sometimes taken to the town by Filippo
and sold, but often they were not
thought worth selling, and they stood
on end in the corners of the little cot-tage
where Costanza lived, or hung all
round its walls, both inside and outside,
as happened to be most convenient.
Filippo was the Italian boy who had
lived next door to Costanza all her life,
and it was understood by the people in
the hamlet nestled against the caste
wall that after a little while, another
year, perhaps two, Costanza and Filip-po
were to be married.
" And then we shall go, thou and I,
to the town and set up a little house,"
Filippo said, "and I shall work in the
shop of Master Andrea, and thou wilt
keep the little house neat; and together
we shall make the designs for the bor-ders
of fruit and flowers that must go
into the new duomo"—Filippo meant
the cathedral. " But meanwhile I am
only an apprentice, and though I paint
well, the master says it is not yet well
enough, and we must wait."
Bo they waited the little while, the
one year, even the two, and at last Cos-tanza's
house linen was all spun and
woven, and the neighbors began to say
to one another:
' I n a few months we shall lose Cos-tanza
and Filippo, for they go away to
the town. Already we hear that Mas-ter
Andrea speaks well of his appren-tice."
And it was summer time.
That was a hilly country where Cos-tanza
dwelt; olive trees grew on the
sides of the hills, and the sunlight fell
down white and blinding out thecloud-s
blue sky all day upon the dusty
pale green of the trees ; but in the cool
of the late afternoon, when a breeze
swept down from the hilltops, Costanza
brought her clay out to the open door of
her cottage, and sat in the doorway
making her pictures; and Filippo came
at sunset over the hills from the town.
Now one day in this summer, as Cos.
tanza sat in the doorway making a
Florentine lily on a tile, there came a
great dust in the road, and horsemen
riding by ; and Costanza's mother and
the neighbors ran all to their doors and
windows, crying: " I t is the young lord
of the castle! To-day he comes home
from France ! Truly, if he be not a bet-ter
man than when he went away, it is
not much worth while !"
And the young lord alighted off his
horse before the cottage of Costanza and
looked at the tile she was making ; for
it happened that besides this gift for
modeling in clay which she had, Cos-tanza
was also very beautiful. And
the young lord bought the tile, and rode
away with it in his hand.
After that he came another day, and
another, and many days ; and at last
he asked Costanza if she would marry
him.
But she said " Grazia," which means
" T h a n k you ;" and she told him fur-ther
how she was betrothed to the ar-tist,
Filippo, and how they two were
going to the town, and all that happy
little story. And the young lord came
the next day, just as always. He
wearied Costanza exceedingly by his
oft-repeated question; he wearied her by
the tales he told of the beautiful jewels
and the beautiful gowns she should
wear if she would come to the castle;
but she was very polite. She always
said, " Grazia."
Filippo, however, was not polite ; he
was rude, and meeting the young lord
one day at sunset in the road before
Costanza's cottage, he struck him and
tumbled him and his fine clothes in the
dust of t h e road.
Then Costanza said: " Thou wert not
wise; there will harm come of this
deed."
And she spoke truth, for that night:
strong men came to Filippo's house atad
bound him and carried him,to the cas-tle.
I n those old days thenobles did much
as they willed with the poor people
who dwelt on their land. No one
would have been surprised if this young
lord had put Filippo immediately to
death, but he did not. He had a better
plan. The next day he went down, as
always, to stand beside the door-stone
of Costanza, and watch her at her work,
and as he watched he talked, saying :
" This Filippo is but a peasant, and I
am a noble and rich."
" True," said Costanza.
"See, now, am I not generous? I
might take you, also, if I would, and
cast you into prison and keep you there
until you should consent to be my wife;
but I do not."
And Costanza answered : " No, you
only keep Filippo."
More than t h a t , " he continued, " I
might kill Filippo for this insult he has
put upon me, and many men would say
I had the right. But I do not. I wil
even let him go free if you will come up
to the castle."
Costanza was making a little statue
about three feet high. She did not
speak any more that day. But the
young lord talked for two hours.
The neighbors gathered by the door
after he had gone, and they said: "Cos-tanza,
you are a strange girl; one never
sees you weep, and yet poor Filippo is
locked up in the dungeon of the cas-tle."
And she said, " No, I do not weep ;"
and then, because it was growing dark,
she threw a wet cloth over her statue
and carried it into the house and shut
the door.
The next day the young lord, watch-ing
her, said : " W h a t do you make?
This seems to be the image of a wom-a
n ."
And she answered: "Yes, it is a
woman ;" but that was all she would
say.
On the third day her visitor cried out
suddenly : " This is an image of your-self."
And she said : "Do you think so?"
She even smiled.
Then he drew near and pleaded with
her mournfully : " Costanza, you will
say nothing to me, and day after day I
come; and still I do nothing to Filippo.
I wait to set him free."
She considered after that a long time,
sitting and doing nothing ; and at last
she said: " Well, I will answer you the
day the little image is finished."
"May I have the image also?" he
asked.
But to t h a t she would only say: "Per-haps;
I cannot tell." And she rose and
set to work again on the clay.
The face of the little image was Cos-tanza's
face, with a proud, mocking
smile upon its lips. No one had ever
seen Costanza smile that way and yet
the neighbors, looking first upon the
girl and then upon the clay, shook
their heads and murmured, "Still, she
might!" ,
But the garments of the image were
the garments of a great lady. Costanza
wore a peasant's skirt, short and full
above her ankles, and except on holi-es,
her feet were bare. But the image
wore a trailing robe with lace work and
ewels pricked out upon it carefully,
and a girdle that caught up this robe at
one side, and a little pouch that hung
fiom the girdle.
And the neighbors whispered: " This
is the way Costanza will dress if she
goes to live at the castle. She is a
strange girl."
But the young lord was enraptured.
He said : " You are not only beautiful,
you are clever! I shall take you to the
town, and Raffaelo shall paint a picture
of you."
And Costanza replied : " Filippo and
I were going to the town."
So a month passed, and the little
statue grew more like Costanza every
day, and also more unlike her. The
neighbors asked Costanza's mother
what the girl meant by the statue, but
all that her mother could say was:
Do not ask me. She is very silent
both day and night. But this I know:
Costanza is not a fool; she does not do
this without a reason."
And at last the little statue was fin-ished.
I t stood on the door-stone of the cot-tage,
with its smiling faee turned
toward the castle. Thus Costanza
would look on the day that she forsook
Filippo and went to be a great lady.
And behind the statue, on the walls of
the house and at the corners, both in-side
and outside, were the other images
and the clay pictures that Costanza
had made.
The young lord laughed with delight
over the statue, and he would have
thrown a chain of gold around its neck,
but Costanza, in a great hurry, prevent-ed
him, saying:
"The clay is yet a little soft; be care-ful,
lest it break. For this image must
go to Filippo in his prison ; and I ask
you to say to Filippo that I give him a
choice, whether he will have this image
and liberty, or whether he will keep
our troth. And I will abide by that he
chooses."
" This is no choice," said the young
lord,scornfully, "for I shall put him to
death if he will not set you free from
your promise."
" That will not do you any good," re-plied
Costanza.
Meanwhile all the neighbors stood at
a little distance in the dusty road and
heard what he said; and they mumbled
angrily:
" Is this girl heartless? Has she her-self
no choice ?"
Then the servants of the young lord
took up the statue, and bore it carefully
to the castle.
" I f Filippo does not want it, you
may have i t , " Costanza said. "But if
he keeps it, I will be your wife after
seyen days."
They brought the statue to Filippo
and set it down before, but they did
not repeat Costanza's message; they
told him a lie. They said:
"Costanza has consented to marry
the young lord, and she sends you this
image for your consolation. You will
see that it is very like her."
When Filippo was left alone with the
statue, he sat for a long time quite mo-tionless
before it and the tears rolled
down his cheeks, but there was a look
of horror upon his face.
" Yes, it is very like her," he said at
last, but the smile is so terrible ! She
mocks me. She is the great lady, and
she sets her foot upon my neck. Sure-ly
her soul is turned to ice that she
would send me this image of herself in
these fine garments! Costanza! Costan
za ! Was it not enough to break your
troth ? But you must also break my
heart anew every hour in t h e day when
I look upon this beautiful face t h a t is so
like you, and so unlike?"
Then he east himself down upon the
floor and wept, but ever and again he
must needs lift up his head to look at
the statue, for it haunted him, and
drew his eyes constantly to examine it
And in this way the day passed ; but
even the darkness was come Filippo
had no rest, for he saw always in his
imagination the face of Costanza with
the proud, mocking smile upon i t ; he
saw the long, embroidered robe sweep-ing
about Costanza's feet.
I n the morniug the young lord came
into the dungeon, and when he saw
Filippo's haggard face he laughed, be-cause
Costanza was so clever. And that
afternoon he went down to the cottage
and said:
"Filippo sends you a message, and
he chooses liberty and the statue. He
commends you for t h e statue."
If he has chosen thus why is he not
free?" asked Costanza.
This astonished the young lord, but
in a moment he had an answer ready :
" When you keep your promise to me,
he shall be delivered out of his prison.
I keep him there but these seven
days."
However, Costanza knew that the
young lord had told a lie.
Now about mid-day of the second day |
Filippo was almost in a frensy with
grief and heartbreak, and he spoke to
the little image as if it were a living
thing. He said:
I hate you, and I can no longer
stand you in my sight! You are not
the Costanza that I knew; your life is
spoiled, and mine also!"
And he lifted up his arm and struck
the image full upon its smiling face with
his fist, so that the neck broke, and the
whole statue \vas dashed to the floor
and the clay split and crumbled into
many pieces, and something that was
not clay fell upon the stones of the floor
with a sharp, ringing sound.
The shrewd Constanza had hidden a
file in the midst of the clay.
This was all the meaning of the stat-ue.
There was a piece of paper twisted
about one end of the file, and when Fil-ippo
had grown quiet, and had begun
to forgive himself a little for that he
had ever doubled his betrothed, he un-twisted
the paper and found words
written on one side of it—these words:
Seven nights I wait beneath this
window. The distance to the ground is
not far. We may hide for a little in the
town, and then flee away to a more dis-tant
place. I know thou wilt break the
statue, for thou art ever ready with thy
fist when aught angers thee. Strike
this time to some purpose."
That night Filippo filed through one
of the bars at his window, and the next
night he field through another. The
third night he tore his long circular
cloak into strips and knotted these
strips together and fastened one end of
the long string to an iron hook beside
the window. Then he took out the two
bars, climbed out upon the window-sill
and looked down. The night was dark;
there were no lights on that side of the
castle. Filippo let himself down by his
queer rope the better part of the way,
and then the rope broke ; but Filippo
had only a few feet to fall, and he fell
on soft grass. Constanza was standing
beside him.
"Oh, canst thou ever forgive me for
doubting you ?" he whispered.
.1 builded upon that; the plan would
have failed else," she answered. " But
pray thee, do not do it a second
time."
Then they got safely away.
Rales by Which to Rise.
From Success.
Find your purpose and fling your life
out to it. Try to be somebody with all
your might.
What is put into the first of life is
put into the whole of life. Start right.
The first thing you should do, if you
have not done it, is to fall in love with
your work.
Don't brood over the past nor dream
of the future ; but seize the instant and
get your lesson from the hour.
Necessity is the priceless spur.
Give a youth resolution and the al-phabet,
and who shall place limits to
his career?
Don't wait for extraordinary opportu-nities
; seize common occasions and
make them great.
A great opportunity will only make
you ridiculous unless you are prepared
for it.
The lucky man is the man who sees
and grasps his opportunity.
Woman in Her Prime.
Every healthy woman should be in
her prime between the ages of 35 and
60. This may seem singular to many
who begin to break dow n in the twen-ties,
but it is entirely true, that such
early decay of beauty is very prema-ture."
Retain your good looks, good ro-bust
figures, health and beauty by not
neglecting nature, who is the best doc-tor.
Use nature's remedy, pure as it
grows. INDIAN HERB is the great
nerve tonic. By its action on the vital
organs, such as t h e liver, kidneys and
stomach, it strengthens the heart, tones
up the nerves and stirs up the whole
system. For sale b y t h e INLAND CHEM-ICAL
Co., Lititz, Pa.
Observations.
The devil often speaks, but God is
silent.
I t is better to fail in one major effort
than in all minor ones.
None are blamable for hereditary sins
unless they assiduously cultivate them
We all love money because it makes
all love us.
The social pirate makes rich fools his
grindstone.
Young knowledge is a braggert, but
aged wisdom teaches the creed of humil-ity.
The best cure for poverty and nervous
vapors is the working-it-off cure.
Talent and thrift are seldom upon in-timate
terms.
The being who falls in love in a day
will fall out of it in an hour.
Politeness toward "cubs" pays. Boys
are more gallant than the unthoughtful
believe.
The semi-literate are loudest in their
denunciation of ignorance. The learn-ed
pity the unlettered and try to aid
them.
A plaster image of victory to the
spirit who is not to grovelling teaches a
daily lesson of endeavor.
Tried t o Kill His Son.
Joel Troutman, aged sixty-five, a far-mer
of Centre township, Berks county,
was committed to prison charged with
assault and battery with intent to kill
his son, Howard, aged thirty-five. As
an outcome of the trouble two barns
were burned. The prisoner is supposed
to be insane.
The son, Howard, owns a large farm
which is tenanted by his father. One
morning Howard was aroused by his
father, who said there was trouble at
the barn. Upon entering the barn the
father, armed with a club, attacked
the son and felled h im to the ground.
The son escaped and ran three-quar-ters
of a mile to the nearest neighbor.
When he returned with assistance the
barn was in flames. The building was
destroyed and ten head of cattle perish,
ed.
The elder Troutman attempted to
commit suicide by cutting his wrist
with a razor and leaping into the fire.
Then with his hands and face badly
burned he ran away.
Later he was found in Jefferson town-hsip,
ten miles away, where he was ar-rested,
just after a Are broke out in a
barn in that vicinity, which Troutman
owned. This barn was also destroyed,
the live stock and grain being consum-ed.
It is supposed that Troutman set
it on fire.
Fair Young Wife Left Penniless
Husband.
by
Mrs. Ethel Brindle, of South Third
street, Camden, N. J., called on Mayor
Joseph E. Nowrey on Friday last, and
requested him to give her transporta-tion
to Reading, Pa.
Mrs. Brindle was fashionably dressed
and did not appear to be a woman in
need of financial aid. She told the
Mayor that Mr. Brindle had told her
that he had given up his position with
the New York Shipbuilding Company,
where he had been employed for but
one week. She said she thought it very
strange, but surmised nothing wrong
until after he had said good-bye and left
the house, when she found a note in
her handkerchief box, in which he told
her he desired to be free.
Mrs. Brindle is but 22 years old and is
quite handsome, and she is the daugh-ter
of a prominent business man of Lan-caster.
She married Edgar Brindle
about five years ago. He is a native of
Reading. Mrs. Brindle said that after
waiting until Friday morning for her
husband to return she came to t h e con-clusion
that the desertion was perma-nent,
and as she was without funds and
a stranger in Camden she decided to ap-peal
to the authorities for aid. Mayor
Nowrey directed her to the Overseer of
the Poor, who sent her to Reading.
Vaseline For Thin Hair.
If the hair is unusually thin, a week-ly
application of vaseline, well rubbed
into the scalp, is beneficial, and vase-line
applied to eyebrows and lashes at
night with a tiny brush is sure to give
luxuriance of growth. Too frequent
shampooing is bad, except when the
shampoo is dry. The hair should not
be washed oftener thau once a month,
and not so often as that when particu-larly
dry.
The most satisfactory method is to
dissolve white castile soap in hot water,
and rub the hair and scalp thoroughly,
then rinse with warm water, gradually
reducing the temperature of the water
until it is cold, to prevent taking cold
in the head. After wringing the hair
free from water, it should be shampooed
with a towel, shaken in strands, and
tossed until dry, especially at the b?ise
of the brain.
ftUUNO
POWDER
4B§mm£MM 'Puke
Makes the food more delicious and wholesome
ROVAI BAKING POWDER CO., NEW YORK.
Almost a Tragedy.
"Speaking of narrow escapes," ob-served
Mr. Chugwater, reaching for
his second cup of coffee, "did I tell you
I was in a train the other day that came
within three feet of being run into by
another train going at full speed?"
" For mercy's sake, no !" exclaimed
Mrs. Chugwater. "How did it hap-pen?"
"The train that came so near run-ning
into ours," he rejoined, buttering
another round of toast, " was on the
other track and going the other way."
It was several minutes before Mrs.
Chugwater broke loose, but when she
did she made up for lost time.
—CATARRH of the head, headache,
periodical pains over the eye, bloated
appearance of the eye and pain under
cheekbone, neuralgia and toothache not
due to decayed teeth, neuralgia behind
or under the ear, severe headache on
taking cold, expectorating in the morn-ing—
use Dr. King's Catarrh Cure. IN-LAND
CHEMICAL Co's store, Lititz, Pa.
Lost in Dead Man's Cave.
Wandering in absolute darkness and
almost crazed by hardship he was forc-ed
to endure for four days, Capt. Caleb
Johnson, a Mississippi river pilot sur-vived
a terrible experience due to his
effort to explore the Dead Man's Cave
near St. Genevieve, Mo.
I n spite of his trip the cave remains
as much a mystery as ever, for the cap-tain
became lost in the depths of the
earth and has no idea how far he- wan-dered.
He knows that he entered the
cave a t Simm's Hollow Monday morn-ing
and that on Thursday afternoon a
farmer found him in a sinkhole on a
farm four miles from the cave's en-trance.
All t h e captain accomplished,
perhaps, was to dispel the superstition
that no one could go far into the cave
and come out alive.
Four venturesome men, if tradition
be true, have tried to explore the cave,
but have failed to return. Tuesday a
searching party began to hunt for the
captain, but the rescuers could not
cross the cave river. When at last a
boat was dragged in the captain's canoe
was found far down the river. It was
believed that Captain Johnson had
been drowned and the search was aban-doned.
A Farmer's Cute Reply.
From the mountains of New Hamp-shire,
says The Boston Transcript,
comes a David Harum-like story of the
advent of the first automobile, which
made its appearance last summer, hav-ing
climbed one of the steep slopes near
Wonalancet with disastrous results to
the running gear. The accident hap-pened
near a hayfield, where a farmer
was endeavoring to repair a broken
mowing machine. Attracted by the ap-pearance
of the strange looking horse-less
vehicle, the farmer left his occupa-tion
and came out to inspect the re-markable
object with open-mouthed as-tonishment.
After a few moments of
silent scrutiny he said to the chauffeur,
who was repairing the break as well as
he could : " W h a ' d ' ye call that 'ere
machine?" "That is>n automobile,"
was the reply : " what do you call
yours?" pointing waggishly to the dis-abled
apparatus in the field. " Wal,"
was the dry response, with a pause for
shift of "chaw," "it auto-mo-hay, but
it d o n ' t !"
The Danger of Running for Office in
This Country.
We remember reading years ago a
funny account of how somebody
thought he could run for Governor of
New York on the strength of the good
character of himself and his ancestors,
but he had hardly started when he was
accused of setting fire to an orphan asy-lum
and of barely escaping lynching
out West, and of various other offences.
At his first speech several small hood-lums
were sent on to the platform to
claim him as " P a , " and a following
night he went out the back door of his
house as a mob entered the front door,
and the next day announced that he
retired from the gubernatorial contest.
When General Butler ran for Presi-dent
of the United States against three
other candidates, he claimed at the
close of the campaign that though de-feated
he was the only one who had
come out with a good reputation.
Imprisonment for Debt.
The utter inefficiency if not the abso-lute
Imbecility of some legislators could
not be better established than it is" by
occasional enactments which are osten-sibly,
if not actually, intended to bene-fit
the people instead of injuring them.
For example, a New York law makes
New York city the collector of debts for
installment dealers. The readers of the
last story of the late Sir Walter Besant
have probably all considered the aboli-tion
of imprisonment for debt (which is
the motive of the tale) as an evidence
of the progress of civilization. Yet as a
matter of fact imprisonment for debt is,
a feature of modern life in New York
city. The new Sheriff last week visited
Ludlow Street Jail and was shocked to
find nearly a score of men, heads of fa-milies,
who had been committed for
three months at a cost of seventy cents
a day to the city. Their offence was in-ability
to pay a balance on the price of
an article bought on the installment
plan. In no case did this balance ex-ceed
$2, but because the buyers had lost
their work they could not pay, and
were not allowed to return the articles.
Understood His Business.
I t happened in the County Clerk's
office.
" I want a lottery ticket," he said.
" Certainly," replied the polite clerk.
He knew a thing or two, did the
clerk. A little thing like an old joke
could not disturb him. "We don't
Call 'em lottery tickets, but, of course,
they are much the same thing."
Then he filled out the marriage li-cense
and collected $3.—Chicago Post.
Bad Trade in Germany; 500,000 Un-employed.
I t is estimated that about 500,000 men
are now out of work in Germany, says
the Westminster Gazette. Employers
generally have shortened the hours of
working and this has contributed large-ly
to keeping men in employment. The
chemical paper, leather, cabinetmaking
and sugar industries alone have had a
normal year.
Over the State.
Oxford coal dealers have advanced
the price of coal to $6.50 per ton.
John O'Connel had three ribs broken
while coasting at West Grove.
While hauling ice at Holicong, Wil-liam
Katen fell and broke two ribs and
his collar bone.
The male members of the Doylestown
Baptist Church gave a festival, at which
everything disposed of was made by
men.
With a bullet wound in his right
hand, Samuel Houck was arrested at
Harrisburg Hospital, charged with hav-ing
attempted to rob t h e junk shop of
David Cooper.
His sled colliding with a carriage at
Scranton, three ribs of Charles Calveny
were broken.
At West Chester a two-weeks'-old in-fant
has been abandoned at the home
of Morris Rogers by a young woman
who recently came from the Maternity
Hospital of the University of Pennsyl-vania.
Sentenced to fifteen days' imprison-ment
for violating the quarantine laws,
Daniel Reed escaped from a Lebanon
sanitary officer.
Lumber falling upon them a t a Scran-ton
mill, Stephen Metzgar was killed
and two other men were seriously in-jured.
Commissioners of Cumberland Coun-ty
have offered a reward'of $200 for the
arrest and conviction of incendiaries
who destroyed farm properties during
the last year.
Charles C. Riley, a new brakeman,
fell from a train and was killed at
South Fork.
Caught under a load of lumber that
slipped oft his wagon, at Duncannon,
William Carmichael was seriously
hurt.
While George Shope was crossing the
Pennsylvania Railroad tracks at Dun-cannon
an express train smashed his
wagon and killed one of his horses.
A ear of the Lehigh Valley Traction
Company jumped the track at the foot
of a steep grade near East on, and three
persons were injured. One of them,
Charles McFadden, aged 22, of Allen-town,
is in the Easton Hospital, para-lyzed
below the waist. The two others
are not badly hurt. The accident was
due to a broken axle.
A church war has been stirred up at
Scotch Hill, near Sharon, on account of
a series of dances given by the young
members. It has also caused a disrup-tion
of the congregation, theFirstPresby-terian
Church. Rev. Mr. Imbric and
Elder J. M. Montgomery are conduct-ing
the crusade against those who have
participated, and about thirty members
are booked for suspension. The matter
has been further complicated by the
discovery that the pastor's son and
seven children of one of the elders have
attended all the dances.
Millionaires.
At the breakfast table this morning
some question came up in regard to
who are our millionaires, and we said
to our good wife : " We think you are
worth to us about half a million, and
we ought to be worthjto you about the
same amount, and as we two are one
that makes us a millionaire."
At the beginning of our new year it
will be well for many of our readers to
consider the value of their fathers and
mothers and husbands and wives and
children, and perhaps they will see that
many more of them than have been ac-customed
to think so are millionaires.
How They Do it in Kansas.
At Fort Scott, Kansas, the other day
two men were temporarily liberated
from the county jail in order to fill out
the local foot ball team, which had a
game on hand. The incident seems to
have been predicted on the old Roman
custom of taking hardened criminals
into the arena to fight with lions and
tigers. However, it was the beautiful
Roman custom to liberate the prisoners
in case they survive the ordeal, whereas
in Fort Scott the survivors were put
back in jail again.
He Never Fell in Love With His
Work.
A visitor to a farm was especially
struck by the great ruggedness aud
strength of one of the stalwart harvest
hands, and said to t h e farmer:
" T h a t fellow ought to be chuck-full
of work."
" H e is," replied the farmer, " o r he
ought to be, because I hain't neyer been
able to get a n y out of him."
This man never fell in love with his
work, and hence was regarded as a
good-for-nothing, by his employer.—
Success.
Where the Difference Lies.
" Wherein lies the difference between
photography and courtship?" he asked
softly.
" I don't know," she replied.
" In photography," he explained,
"the negative is developed in the dark-room,
while in courtship that is where
the affirmative is developed."
She blushed, but made no answer.
" Let us," he suggested, " proceed to
develop an affirmative."
There being no objections, it was so
ordered.
—"I'll join you in a minute," re-marked
the facetious clergyman as he
proceeded with the ceremony.