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YOL. XXYI. LITITZ, PA., FRIDAY MORNING MAY 29, 1903. NO. 38.
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.FRANK BUCH.
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SPRING
T T has always been one fundamental principle
of our business to sell clothing that is hon-est
through and through, at all times, at right
prices, and we are enabled to show you the
neatest and nobbiest line of piece goods for
suiting this season that are in the market. In
READY-HADE
SUITS
for all classes and sizes we are prepared to
show you a better line than we have ever car-ried.
An inspection will at once convince you
of this fact, in both quality and price.
In the line of
GENTS'
FURNISHING
GOODS,
including Neckwear, Half Hose, Collars, Cuffs,
Suspenders, Underwear and the latest in Hats
to be found any where. The celebrated
EIGHMIE
SHIRTS,
which have no competition.
Our stock for the season is now ready and
we would respectfully invite you to come and
examine for yourself and be convinced.
Record Building, Lititz,
W. H. BUCH. '
The present season will be noted as the greatest sea-son
yet for men's oxfords. Don't wait till sultry days
to put on new oxfords—any new shoe will worry on a.
hot day.
You will be neglecting the first principle of summer
comfort if you fail to wear low shoes.
Patent kid and patent colt are the prevailing leathers
for the coming season. We can show you, in these
leathers, some very natty styles.
OHAS. H. FREY. Leader of Low Prices,
3 and 5 E. King St., Lancaster.
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All the year round we are headquarters for
NEW, HIGH GRADE HATS AT LOW-EST
PRICES.
We have always succeeded in pleasing our
CUSTOMERS, and we feel SURE we can
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Our HARDWARE stands for
HARD WEAR. Our line of
goods comprises not only what
is necessary for t h e kitchen but
we have the right prices on
Building Hardware, Glass,
Oils, &c.
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LITITZ, P A.
A FITTING TRIBUTE.
W r i t t e n lor t h e RECOKD.
'Tis a fitting t r i b u t e , m a r k you,
Given to t h e h e r o e s dead—
To t h e s o l d i e r s b r a v e a n d t r u e too,
Who for h u m a n f r e e d om bled.
Let us g a t h e r Spring's fair t o k e n s,
All t h e sweetest flowers t h a t bloom.
And w i t h r e v e r e n c e u n s p o k e n,
Deck w i t h t h em t h e h e r o ' s tomb.
Who would n o t t h i s s e r v i c e r e n d er
To t h e boys w h o wore t h e blue.
Who showed love so t r u e a n d t e n d er
To t h e l a n d t h a t we love too?
L e t us g a t h e r a l l t h e flowers,
W h e r e s o e ' e r a n d how we may,
T h a t we m a y t u r n i n t o bowers
All; t h e p a t r i o t g r a v e s to-day.
A. s. B.
"WJ OGER sat watching the woman
he had come to Woodbourne to
see. She was the centre of a
group of young .people who were dis-cussing
the details of a euchre party at
the other end of the piazza. As Roger's
glance wandered past them and across
low fertile fields, to the blue hills be-yond
there swept over him a realization
of the absurdity of coming to the coun
try to play cards.
Roger sighed. He had thought that
perhaps away from the town and its
artificial life he would sometimes be
able to get more than a word or
dance with the woman he loved; he
had even hoped they might become
comrades, companions.
But she had told other men beside
him that she was coming to Wood-bourne,
it seemed; Roger could count
at least half a dozen of her admirers in
the group over which she was holding
court. They had the card party ar-ranged
now and were planning a climb
up the nearest mountain next day to
watch the sunset. When one of the
men came over to Roger and invited
him to join the party, his refusal was
courteous but decided. To watch the
sun go down with a chosen companion
was something to be remembered, but
to flock to see a sunset as if it were a
parade or a play
From inside the house came the mu-sic
of a piano and the sound of danc-ing.
Roger rose and crossing the lawn
sat down on a rustic bench out of ear-shot
of the two-step.
While the after glow of the sunset
faded into twilight h e fell into a reverie
from which he was roused by a light
movement. Looking up, he saw a lit-tle
girl standing near him. Ashe rais-ed
his eyes she moved a trifle farther
away and man and child regarded each
other gravely.
There was something about her that
pleased Roger. In her faded gingham
dress, with her yellow hair in hard
little braids she was a decided contrast
to the pert youngsters with curled
locks and fluted skirts who pranced
about the lawn, shrieking shrilly.
Presently, with a hesitating move-ment,
from the buneh of daisies she
was carrying and held it towards
Roger, who found himself feeling hon-ored
by this overture to friendship.
He took the flower and put it in his
coat. "Thank you," he said; "won't
you sit down?"
The child considered a moment be-fore
she took a seat beside him. Roger
debated in his mind as to whether he
dare put his arm around her, finally
deciding not to venture on so great a
liberty.
"Will you tell me your name?" he
asked.
" I t ' s Winifred. What's yours?"
"Roger—Roger King. That's not a
pretty name?"
The child thought a moment. "King
," she said a t last.
"Whose little girl are you?" was
Roger's n e s t question.
"Mamma's and papa's. I live here
always; in the winter too."
A silence followed, during which the
dusk deepened. Presently Roger felt
the toueh of small fingers in his and
roused himself from his abstraction.
"What do you do with yourself all
day?" he inquired, feeling a desire to
know how this odd, old-fashioned
little girl spent her time.
1 play," Winifred answered, "and
help mamma bake a n # sometimes I
ride t9 the depot with papa. After the
boarders is all gone he's going to take
me for lots of walks, down to the river
and up t o the top of that hill." She
pointed to the towering black mountain
behind them.
" I 'm going down to the river to-mor-row
morning," said "Roger. "Would
you like to go too?"
"Will you let me throw stones in the
water?"
We will see who can throw them
farthest."
'And we'll sit down under the
trees?"
"Of course."
"And stay as long as we like?"
"As long as you like."
"Oh, won't we have a good time?"
cried Winifred softly. "Won't it be
awful nice?"
During the ensuing week the house
was in a whirl of gayety; dances, card
parties, and golf and tennis tourna-ments
succeeded each other in quick
succession, and Miss Hartly continued
to hold court in a series of bewildering
gowns. Roger did not join the train of
her admirers, but he was not altogeth-er
lonely, for he had found a comrade.
After each meal, two figures would
leave the house together; sometimes to
climb a mountain, sometimes they
walked to the river bank, where they
rested while Roger told stories to Win-ifred,
and the child and the beauty of
nature soothed the dull, never-ceasing
ache that tugged away at his heart.
Gradually his awe of the child les-sened,
though it never quite left him.
She was a quiet little thing, perfectly
healthy, but with none of the restless-ness
common to children. Sometimes
she would sit or trot along beside him
with her hand in his for an hour with-out
speaking, and then suddenly begin
asking questions that Roger would have
needed to be indeed, to answer.
Sometimes they lay in the grass on
the river bank and counted the cloud-boats
as they sailed across a sea of blue,
and wheu there were no clouds in the
sky, as happened often in that per-fect
weather, they watched countless
yellow butterflies or closed their eyes
and tried to name the bird-calls.
For the most part they met few peo-ple
in their walks, and had their fa-vorite
spot by the river to themselves;
when they did chance to hear voices in
the vicinity they escaped down some
leafy way as noiselessly as poachers.
On the first day it rained, a very dis-consolate
and woe-begone little girl
looked out the farmhouse kitchen win-dow,
but when Roger appeared in the
doorway and asked permission to take
Winifred to the barn, smiles chased
away the tears.
Roger borrowed a blanket, and when
he made a throne of hay he spread the
blanket upon it. Winifred settled
back with a sigh of content. "Ain't
this awful nice?" she whispered, hap-pily.
At first they were content to listen in
silence to the patter of the l'ain, but
soon Roger began to repeat all the
Mother Goose rhymes he knew, feeling
ashamed because he could not remem-ber
more. He wove Winifred a
crown of straw flowers and then they
lay back and looked at the firmament
in the rafters, where a window was the
moon and each tiny hole that let in the
light a shining star.
'Seems as if we were way off from
the people in the house, don't it?"
breathed the child.
"Yes," answered Roger with a sigh.
Once, upon a day while Roger and
Winifred rested by the river after a
long walk, there came across the field
behind them footsteps that made no
sound in the stubby grass, and so it
happened that they were surprised in
their retreat by a young lady with a
book in her hand, who started at sight
of them and would have slipped away
again had not the child seen her and
run to her side.
Please stay Miss Hartley," she beg-ged.
"Roger's going to tell me a
story."
Rodger had risen to his feet. "Yes,
stay, Miss Hartly," he said,
courteously.
The young woman hesitated, and
finally seated herself on the grass with
her arm around Winifred, who nestled
close to the slender figure.
She was very beautiful (Roger told
himself this every time he saw her),
with a fresh, healthy beauty that seem-ed
of a piece, with the green-and-gold
world about them.
Now you can begin the story,"
commanded Winifred with what was
for her unusual boldness. " Please tell
the one about the Princess Evelyn."
Roger stirred impatiently. "Miss
Hartly may not care to hear a story,
your majesty," he said, "and as she is
our guest, we must please her. Wini-fred
and I are king and queen and this
is our castle," he exclaimed to the new-comer.
Miss Hartly smiled. "The Princess
Evelyn !" she repeated ; "it is a pretty
title for a story. I should like to hear
about the Princess Evelyn."
I t is not a pretty story,"' said Roger ;
it ends badly. No child but Winifred
would care for i t ."
Nevertheless I should like to hear
i t , " insisted Miss Hartly.
A short silence followed, during
which Winifred looked from one to the
other of the pair in a puzzled way,
there was something of constraint in
the situation and the child felt it.
I know the story," she ventured
hesitatingly.
Miss Hartly drew the little girl closer,
Tell it to me, dear," she said.
"Once upon a time," began Wini-fred,
"there was a princess whose name
was Evelyn. She was the most beau-tiful
princess in the whole world and
many men loved her."
Winifred's hands were folded in her
lap and her eyes looked at the shining
water of the river. She had heard the
story so often that unconsciously she
fell into Roger's way of telling it.
"Now there was a shepherd who loved
the princess and he was sad at heart
because he knew he could never marry
her. Once the queen went to the
country taking the court with her and
the shepherd said to himself: 'Now my
princess will walk in the fields near the
palace and maybe she will speak to me.
I know that I can never marry her be-cause
she is so far above me—the world
is full of shepherds but where is there
another woman like the Princess Eve-lyn
?—but perhaps we shall be friends.'
I know this part by heart," interpolated
Winifred.
" But princesses don't care to walk in
the fields," continued the child ; " they
like to be gay and have the gentlemen
of the court hate each other because
they love them. So the princess hardly
noticed the shepherd who lived and
died a lonely man and never stopped
loving the princess or wishing they
could have been comrades. That's what
Roger says h e and I are. Isn't that a
pretty story and wasn't it nice of the
shepherd to love the princess always
and never marry another lady?"
Miss Hartly's lips smiled. "Yes,"
she replied, " it is a pretty story, but
you have told only part of it—the man's
side."
The girl paused and glanced at
Roger, but his eyes were on the ground
" I t may be," she paused again to choose
her words, "that the princess did not
care for the glitter and gayety of the
court, perhaps she, too, preferred the
fields and a simple, sensible life. But
princesses may not do as they like,
the words were coming fast and vehe-mently
now, " they are hedged about
and—how do you know that though
this princess danced at court," t h e girl
drew a quick breath as if bracing her-self
for something difficult, "her heart
was not with the shepherd all the
while?"
This time it was Roger who looked
up, but Miss Hartly's head was bent
They had forgotten Winifred who,
with a child's wonderful wisdom, kept
very still.
"The Princess would not have left
the court to be the shepherd's wife,"
declared Roger bitterly.
The girl's eyes looked straight into
his. " He could not be sure of that
since he never told her that he loved
her," she said. "It seems a pity, does
it nqt," here her glance fell, "that she
had to live all her life—without know
ing?"
Roger crossed to where Miss Hartly
was and bent down so that he could
look into her face.
" Ah, but he was so poor, not in
money perhaps, but in everything else
beside her," he exclaimed passionately,
A hint of wondering gladness had
crept into his voice.
Miss Hartly smiled faintly. "Per-haps
he did not seem poor to her," she
said slowly. " Perhaps to her he
was—the richest man she had ever
known."
If the sky and the sunshine and the
river with its bordering of willows were
beautiful before they were glorified
now.
' Evelyn," Roger said slowly when
he had kissed her, "Evelyn."
Fires From Spontaneous Combustion.
Damp lampblack will ignite from
the sun's rays. The same can be said
of cotton waste moist with lard or oth-er
animal oil. Lampblack and a little
oil or water will, under certain condi-tions,
ignite spontaneously. Nitric
acid and charcoal create spontaneous
combustion. New printers' ink on
paper when in contact with a hot steam
pipe will ignite quickly. Boiled lin-seed
oil and turpentine in equal parts
on cotton waste will ignite in a few
hours under a mild heat, and will in
time create enough heat to ignite spon-taneously.
Bituminous coal should not
be stored where it will come in contact
with wooden partitions or columns or
against warm water boiler settings or
steam pipes. This coal should not be
very deep if it is to be kept on storage
for a long period. If piled in the base-ment
of a building it should be shallow
and free from moisture and under good
ventilation. That liable to absorb mois-ture
should be burned first. If on fire,
a small quantity of water showered on
this kind of coal cokes it upon the top
and retards any great supply of water
reaching the fire, thus necessitating
the overhauling of the pile. Iron chips,
filings or turnings should not be stored
in a shop in wooden boxes. The oily
waste which is not infrequently thrown
among them adds to the danger of fire
from this source. The sweepings from
the machine shop, if kept on hand,
should never be placed over iron shav-ings.
This mass of disintegrate iron is
enough to incite heat and combustion.
Iron and steel filings and turnings when
mixed with oil will ignite spontaneous-ly
after becoming damp, A steam pipe
against wood will cause the l a t t e r to ig-nite
spontaneously after being carbon-ized,
particularly if superheated steam
enters the* pipe, thus increasing the
heat temperature.
Mistaken Kindness.
J im Crowley—we'll give him that
name for the purpose of this story—is a
passenger train conductor. During the
last thirteen or more years he has run
out of Philadelphia he has had many
and strangely varied experiences. But
none, he confesses, were so humiliating
as the one about which all who know
him are now talking and laughing.
Something less than a fortnight ago
Crowley was punching tickets as his
train was speeding toward the city,
when he saw a helpless old man stretch-ed
out over two seats, evidently very
ill. In the button hole of the lapel of
his coat was a bronze button, which
indicated that the wearer was a vet-eran
of the Civil War and a member of
the Grand Army of t h e Republic. Jim
Crowley's heart was touched. He, too,
had fought and suffered during those
turbulent days from 1861 to 1865. He
searched every car for a physician, but
none was to be found. Jim was of the
opinion that the old man was paralyzed,
as were several sympathizing passen-gers.
When the train stopped at an out
station Crowley hurried to the telegraph
station, hastily wrote a message to the
station master in the city, and gave it
to the operator. It read :
" Paralyzed man on my train. Have
rolling chair or stretcher ready.
" CROWLEY.
On the way into the city Crowley
did what he could to make the old com-rade
comfortable, and at the terminal
station, he personally assisted the por-ter
and station attendant in getting the
old man into the waiting room.
Look after him," Crowley said to
the attendant, "until I come back. I'll
not be gone long."
He hastened out to his train, looked
after routine duties, registered his ar-rival
and returned to do what he could
for the helpless man. Speaking to the
station master, he obtained permission
to make a bed on one of the seats,
and after laying him out and tenderly
placing a pillow made of his overcoat,
under the old man's head, he went out
in search of a physician. He had,some
difficulty in locating one, his search
taking nearly a half hour of his time.
While he was gone the old soldier
arose from his couch, stretched, rubbed
his fists in his eyes, walked waveringly
across the room to an ice water tank
and took several suspiciously long
draughts of water.
"Those trainmen were good to me,"
he said to a man who didn't know and
didn't care what he was talking about.
I tell you they were good to me."
The stranger Walked away, paying no
attention to the mutterings of the old
man. But the veteran mumbled on to
himself: "Yes, they certainly were
good to me. I'll never forget them—no.
I'll never forget them." He turned
again to the water tank, drank deeply
once again and then turned toward the
door.
Just then Crowley, accompanied by
a physician, whom he was urging into
dog trot, entered at another door.
That part of the conductor's breath that
had not been used up in his chase for
a doctor was taken away when, after
finding his extemporized couch empty,
he looked out of the window and saw
the "paralyzed" veteran stagger across
the street and enter a saloon.
If it were only the physician's bill
that he had to stand for J im Cro wley
wouldn't care, but—
The Number Seven.
I t was frequently used as a great
mystical or symbolical number in the
Bible, as well as among the principal
nations of antiquity.
There were 7 days in a week, and the
seventh was kept sacred.
There were 7 deadly sins—pride, cov-etousness,
lust, anger, gluttony, envy
and sloth.
There were seven virtues —faith,
hope, charity, prudence, temperance,
chastity and fortitute.
There were 7 champions of Christi-anity—
St. George for England, St. An-drew
for Scotland, St. Patriek for Ire-land,
St. David for Wales, St. Denis for
France, St. James for Spain, St. An-thony
for Italy.
There were 7 wise men of Greece.
There were 7 ages of man.
Rome was built upon 7 hills.
There were 7 ancient wanderers, and
the 7 sleepers were heroes of a celebrat-ed
legend.
A Modern Electric Railway.
What is without doubt the most up-to-
date electric railway in the world,
the Lackawanna & Wyoming Valley
Railroad, between Scranton and Pitts-ton,
was opened to the public on Wed-nesday.
The run between the two
cities was made every twenty minutes
each way by the large electric passen-ger
coaches, the distance of twelve
miles being covered in twenty-five
minutes with five stops.
The third-rail system of electric haul-age
is used for the passenger traffic and
steam locomotives for the freight trains
which operate between midnight and
6 A. M. The double track has ninety-pound
rails, the road bed is rock bal-lasted
and the line extends over a
fenced-in private right of way through-out
its whole length.
Tyranny.
I n the war of the Revolution, the
Colonists fought against British tyr-anny
and threw off its yoke. It is ac-knowledged
that that was a glorious
thing for them to do. No true hero
will tamely submit to tyrannical op-pression,
and the Star-Spangled Ban-ner,
the emblem of liberty, wherever
it floats, shadows for the defiance of
freemen to all tyrants. That, at least,
the declaration of many; Americans.
Of late, however, it would seem, that
the American people have been sub-mitting
to another form of tyranny
that is not of foreign origin. It is the
accursed tyranny of political bossism.
Our own State of P e n n s y l v a n i a is a
boss-ridden commonwealth ; and one
frequently hears the remark nowadays
from good people, that, unless this evil
of bossism can be checked and curbed,
limited monarchy would be better
than a republican form of government.
The admission is a weak one from those
born and bred under the influence of
republican institutions. Why should
the race which conquered foreign tyr-ants
weakly submit to domestic tyrants?
Let us not get things mixed. The evil
of whieh we complain is of our own
making, and is not due to a n y inherent
defect in a republican form of govern-ment.
In a government of the people,
the people must hold the reins, it being
their duty as well as their privilege to
goyern. If they neglect their duty,
they must not complain if tyrants usurp
the sovereignty and oppression follows.
Such tyranny is an evil that can be
cured, and therefore need not be en-dured.
Worth About 75 Cents.
A Philadelphia newspaper writer,
being a witness in a neighboring coun-t
y recently, was harried by a bumptious
country lawyer, who asked :
" So you a r e a writer, are you? Well,
sir, with what great paper or magazine
are you connected ?"
" With none," was the modest reply.
"Then, why ,do you call yourself a
writer? What do you write—novels,
scientific works, histories, or what?"
" I write anything and everything
that occurs to me as likely to be worth
reading or to sell, whether it is worth
reading or not."
" Well, then for whom or for what
do you write? You say you are not
connected with any paperormagazine."
" Yes, sir. I so stated. I am an un-attached
writer for the general market."
" J u s t so. You write anything that
occurs to you. Well, now, do you ever
write up the proceedings of courts?"
" I have done so occasionally."
"Can you state to the judge and
jury what particular kind of court pro-ceedings
you would deem worthy of
your pen ?"
"Yes. If I saw a young lawyer
treating a respectable witness in a very
rude and disrespectful mauner and
making an ass of himself generally I
should think that possibly worth writ-ing
up."
The court and jury smiled audibly.
The judge took the witness in hand for
a moment.
"How much do you think a scene
like this, for instance, ought to bring,
if it were well written up ?"
" I t would depend upon the actors.
If the lawyer were a person of any note
or character, possibly $5 or $10."
" What would you expect to receive
should you write the facts of this par-ticular
instance ?"
" About 75 cents, your Honor."
Counsel for the defense had no more
questions to ask.
THE OLD RELIABLE
POWDER
Absolutely Pure
THERE ÎS m SUBSTITUTE
Queer Big Fish Found.
O. S. Gallup, of Oxford, caught in
one of his pound nets in the Tredaven
River, one of the most curious looking
fishes that have ever been seen in these
waters. It was about 3 feet long, with
a mouth very large and shaped much
like a dowdy. Its mouth was large
enough to hold a peek of potatoes and
contained several rows of teeth. About
18 inches down its throat were grinders.
About 20 inches from its mouth there
was a small canal connecting the throat
and stomach. This seemed to be about
two inches in diameter and when ex-panded
reached 5 inches in diameter.
Pieces of ice were put into its mouth
and they would drop through into the
stomach. On the under side of the fish
about the centre were attachments,
similar to fins, which resembled hands,
with five separate bones like fingers
connected with webs. On each side the
fish had a large flap for swimming.
Just over the top of the mouth it had
two pieces of bone about the size of a
toothpick and about, 4 inches long.
They could be twisted around with
ease. The fish weighed 40 pounds.
The only fish to which it has any re-semblance,
say old fishermen, is the
angler or frog fish. The fish is the first
of the kind ever seen around here. Mr.
Gallup shipped it to Baltimore in the
hope of finding some one to give it a
name.
Condolence.
The doctor's mother had been dead
only a few days. It was the doctor's
first appearance in town since the fun-eral.
As he walked down the street he
recei ved the condoling expressions of a
number of friends. "Big Sammie," a
negro, and the doctor's one-time gar-dener,
approached him with lugubrious
air.
"Docta," he said, imitating the tone
and, as he thought, the exact words of
one of the doctor's friends who had
just left him, " I hea' dat ydur motha'
is dead. I congratulate you wif de ut-most
animosity!" • -
History of Legend?
The legend that Romulus founded
the City of Rome, familiar to all sou-dents
of history,was long unquestioned.
For want of evidence to the contrary
historians labelled it as history, and
people in geheral could do little else
than accept it as such. Lately Prof.
Airoli has been making excavation on
the site of the ancient Roman forum,
and claims to have evidence there that
the ancient Etruscans, were the found-ers
of Rome, or a t least that they had a
city on one of the hills occupied by
Rome. According to Prof. Airoli, the
Etruscans were established on the
Aventine bill at a very remote period.
Therefore, back of Roman civilization
lies Etruscan civilization; and it is
more than probable from these discov-eries
that there was an admixture of
Etruscan blood in the old Roman stock.
The spade of the excavator thus bids
fair to destroy all the authority of the
old legend of Romulus and Remus and
the glamour of romance wrought by
Virgil around the name of the Trojan
Aeneas as the founder of the Roman
race.
Unusual.
An Iowa soldier from the Philippines
relates that one day General Otis came
out on the firing line and ordered the
shooting to cease. A Kansas boy who
thought he was doing all sorts of dam-age
to t h e insurgents, kept on shooting.
" D i d n ' t you hear my command to
cease firing?" thundered the general.
" Who are you ?" asked the soldier.
" I ' m Otis."
" Otis your grandfather," replied the
soldier. " I know that isn't so. Otis
never comes out here." And bang
went the gun.
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OVER THE STATE.
Chester post office officials are trying
to discover the boys on the West Side
who put live snakes into the letter
boxes.
Food Commissioner Warren ordered
the prosecution of the managers of .the
Williamsport Almshouse on the charge
of feeding oleomargarine to the in-mates.
Seven stockholders of the Erie Rapid
Transit Street Railway Company peti-tioned
the Attorney General to begin
suit against the company on the ground
that it illegally increased its capital.
Hearing was set for J u n e 9.
Charles E. Miller's sqap plant at
Lancaster has been sold to the Penn'a
Soap Company, for $375,000.
Burglars on Saturday night robbed
two hotels and a store at Altoona and
got booty worth $200.
Burgess Keys, of Wilkensburg, has
ordered the police to allow the sale of
"soft drinks" after 1 o'clock P. M. on
Sundays.
The movement among the anthracite
miners to erect a monument to the
miners killed by deputies at Latimer in
1897 has been revived.
The body of an unknown man was
found on Wilkesbarre Mountain and a
gold watch in the dead man's pocket
may serve to identify him.
The Fourteenth and Eighteenth
Regiments of the Pennsylvania Nat-ional
Guard, stationed at Pittsburg,
have been equipped with the Krag-Jor-gensen
rifle.
A barking dog aroused Liveryman J.
P. Mathews at Shenandoah and enabled
him to arrest a horse thief, caught in
the act, in his stable.
Aged and penniless, John Evans
walked from Maryland to York, fell ex-hausted
inside the city limits and was
carted to the poor house.
African Methodists, in conference at
Harrisburg denounced Southern lynch-ing.
Eigbt-year-oJd Mabel Herring was
fatally burned by gasoline at Blooms-burg.
Cleaning an "empty" revolver at
Shenadoah, young Peter DiUman was
probably fatally shot.
Missing Harvey Bitler was found
dead with a broken neck in a mine
breach at Locust Gap.
Spoke to Young Men on Successes in
Life.
John D. Shedd, Chicago millionaire
and partner of Marshall Field in the
dry goods business, talked to 500 young
men in his employ and gave them these
keys to success as follows. -
The man who is not polite is 99
times out of 100 a failure.
"High moral character is the best
commodity a business man can keep in
stock. \
"You can't be a good salesman and
be a liar.
" I wish there was no such thing as
tobacco in existence.
"You can't aim too highland be sure
and pull the trigger before you get
wobbly.
"Breathe pure air. Associate with
good companions. Drink plenty of pure
Water, and nothiug that will intoxicate.
By a little training you will have an
outfit whieh will take you far on the
road to success in business.
Learn how to save. Give the money
you are spending for tobacco and drinks
to your wife to put in the savings bank.
Don't ever invest your saving» for the
sake of the income. It's very danger-ous.
The 'big head' is the worst disease
that ever attacked a young man.
"The fellow who only thinks ordin-arily
and lives ordinarily and doesn't-care,
much will never go anywhere.
Don't lose your temper; let the oth-er
fellow lose his.
'Those who in their youth have
found themsel ves really in need of earn-ing
their daily bread have been those
who have made the successes in life."
Queer Honeymoon.
Solomon, the Judge's colored butler,
bad been married and was granted a
few days' leave of absence in honor of
the event. It surprised his master,
therefore, to see his butler, attending to
his usual duties the day after his wed-ding.
"Why, how is this, Solomon ?" the
Judge said. "I thought you were off
on your honeymoon."
'No, sah. You see, I reeoned you
couldn't spare me, so I just staid right
along."
" But where is your wife Amanda?"
" Wal, sah, she's off takin' de honey-moon
herself dis time. When she gets
back, an' things is regular like, I ' l l just
take my part of de weddiu' trip-an' let
hermindaround heah while I'rfl gone."