Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 212

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It is esthatel t at the slag thrown away fron .men furtares in the l'itts- borg fer' h asme amounts to 1.700,00 tons a year .\ cousidlerable portion of this is used for alling in low ground. but even when put to this purpose it costs the firmare owners a large amount of money to have it cartel away. T convert this great bulk of materi I into cemeut of good quality. sell'ng say. for $2 a barrel. would mean the real zation of many in lons of dollars fruin a waste product The Pittsburg experiments will he watched with mueb Interest.

It is said that the secret of the new shells, wbleb. it Is declared, will pene- trate the hardest Krupp armor plate. Is merely that they have "soft metal uoses." \ quarter of a century ago it was known that a tallow candle fred point blank at a pine board an Inch thick would pass through it as easily as a steel bullet. This was because a part of the candle formed a cosblon or bank nround the opening, thus preventing the central part of the candle from bendiuz. The momentumu then carried t Is core through the board. It Is said that a soft need shell arts the sa e way. Here is another 'wustration of the sa ie principle. If you take a Det dle and sa mir it through n cork. it will pass through a penny under the cork without breakluz. The cork acts as a protection, preventing the needle from bending. The soft metal at the top of these projectiles nets l'ke the cork around the needle, It seems sim- ple enough, and artillerists will doubt- less wonder why no one thought of it neforr.

Corbett Insists that he was whipped hy Jeffries because he got areless and pertuitted the latter to li.t hiru. This habit of carelessness, which cropped out when he met Fitz. Imens, spemus to bave grown on "Gentle iau Jlin" so brinly that he will probably never be able to outgrow it.

There were 500,000,000 fowls In the L'olted States last year and the nunt- ber of eggs lail was estimated at about 1.450.000,000 dozor 17. eggs. The value of these fowls and thelr product Is set down at $120.000,-

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Hard Luck.

A poor little fellow called Vaughan Was playing one day on the laughan, When a whirlwind came nigh, Took htm up to the skigh, And none could tell where he had gaughan. -N. Y. World.

MATTER OF MI SINE44.

The Way of the World.

"Who is the lady that has been owing you for such a long time?" asked the dressmaker of her friend, the milliner. "The wife of old Credley, the 'cash grocer,'" answered the milliner,- Brooklyn Life.

Cnllow and Inexperienced. Adele-What do you think? Young I.cslie actually proposed to me lasi night.

Clara-That's nothing. This is his first season and he is popping away at everything .- Town Topics.

At School.

Teacher-What is a fort? Pupil-A place for soldiers to live in. Teacher-And a fortress? Pupil-\ place for soldier's wives to live in .- N. Y. Truth.

Publie Properly.

"What is a secret, Aunt Nan ?"

"A secret- well. a secret is something awfully interesting that nobody has ever told anybody, hut that everybody knows."-Cleveland Leader.

Wer Only Chance.

Mrs. Benham-I'm sorry I married a

fool.

Benham-Don't worry about it; you couldn't have married anyhody but a fool .- Town Topics.

They Are All Young.

"What a sanguine man Cooper is!" "Sanguine ?"

"He advertised for a middle-aged typewriter girl and expected to get s.p- plications."-Tit-Bits.

Not Shocked. A Woman-I suppose your husband's death was a great shock to you. The Widow-Not at all. I didn't at- tend the electrocution, you know .- N. Y. Journal.

A Definition, Teacher-What do you understand by insomnia ?

Pupil-That's when people awake all night trying to go to sleep .-

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THE SENTINEL, FRIDAY EVENING, JULY 6, 1900.

CASTORIA

The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has been made under his per-

har At Fletchers soual supervision since its Infaney. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and Substitutes are but Ex- periments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children-Experience against Experiment.

What is CASTORIA

Castoria is a substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Harmless and Pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotie substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. It enres Diarrbon and Wind Colie. It relieves Teething Troubles, enres Constipation and Flatnleney. It assimilates the Food, regulates the Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children's Panacea-The Mother's Friend.

GENUINE

CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of

CharH, Fletcher.

The Kind You Have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years.

THE CENTAUR COMPANY. TT MURRAY STREET. NEW YORK CITY.

ENVIRONMENT.

A Illy grew in a garden for From the duet of the city street. It bad no dream that the universe Held nught less pure and sweet Than its virgin sell, so chaste was it, So perfect ils retreat.

When night came down, the lily looked In the face of the stars and smiled; Then went to sleep-to the aleep of death- As the soul of a little child Goes back to the clasp of the Father soul Untouched and undefiled.

A lily bloomed on the highway close To the tread of the sweeping throng: It bore the gaze of a hundred eyes Where burned the flame of wrong. And one came by who tore Its heart With a ruthless hand and strong.

It caught no glimpse of a garden fair, It knew no other name For a world that used amil bruised it so Than a world of sin and shame. And hopeless, crushed, its spirit passed As the evening shadows came.

And who can say but the sheltered one A sullied flower had been

Had its home been out on the highway cleec To the path of shame and sin. And the other forever angel white Had it blossomed safe within? -Elizabeth Gallup Perkins in Boston Transcript.

AT THE SIGN OF SAINT LILAC.

How & Go Between Made Two Matches Instead of One.

I bad paced tbe close cut sward at least a dozen times, The sun was al- ready turning his fery eye toward the west. It was not my lady's way to be unpunctual, and, seeing the nature of her business, I had not looked for delay.

Each time I passed the lilae bush I paused, fancying I heard the scruncb of her tiny shoes over the loose gravel path that led down from the house. And

again and again was I disappointed. The hour grew near.

I fumbled in my bosom for her letter, to make a certainty of the matter. muttered over the words to myself; hut I had no need to hesitate upon them, for my lady's fingers could grasp the pen with a lucidity of expression and a com- fortable style that in the brond noontide was as good as, nay, better than, any clerk's. It ran:

Your request is a strange one, dear friend, but 1 will do myself the pleasure of talking with you at the Sign of Saint Lilac. The place is well chosen, I think, and the hour propitious. clere will be favorably impressed with my prof looks, have no doubt, despite the cold light of o'clock. What made you choose such an hour- save that you are a man? Still, it is like your kind heart to be scheming for my better fortune, and I will marry your good Deauchere, provided he will have me and I like the trim of his beard. I kiss the page-here. Deliver the message faith- fully or expect no mercy from your little friend, AUDREY.

I had told her 4 o'clock so that I might enjoy a full hour's speech with her my. self and make quite clear the unture of the thing-that Beauclere, my friend, was An honest and au amiable man and actu- ated by no unworthy motive in thus lonv. ing me master of his choice in regard to Q wife. I had felt diffidence in the busi- ness at first, but when I bethought me of poor little Audrey-so lonely and so cuto- furtless up at the big house-my heart hail swelled with a monstrous pity, and I bad undertaken the commission at a brenth.

Benuclere hud reasoned with nie thus -- that I cheing a poorer man and couse- quently more honest thau he) shou! ! know better of a fitting helpmate fur bis declining years. "One must have a wo. man about the house, friend John." he had concluded, "at the last. "Tis ill go- ing out of the world leaving behind to one to fight over your fortune or carry on the name, and I will be a docile old beast in haruess do you Imt find que a gentle and patient Indy. Nay. marringe is all a lottery: I would have you choose for me; so that I can have the small con- solation of not blaming myself overmuch should the venture prove & failure. Dip your hand in Dame Fortune's lucky bag and draw a prize, friend John, for me." So I had mentally decided upon Andrer.

though 1 could Dave wished to have been "dipping" for myself. But I want- ed to make life brighter -- not worse-for my lady and so hanished the thought as best I coubl. But the pricking was there nevertheless.

I glanced at the sundial. It was nigh on to 3. Benuclerc might come at any moment. It was certainly most provok- ing. I dug muy heels vengefully into the turf and had ventured "just like a wo- man!" betwixt my set teeth when of a sudden I heard a quick, impatient step. and my tryst was at an end. "How late"- I stopped. It was not Audrey after

all, but a stranger. I bowed stitlly and began an apology.

"Sir," said the fair unknown, cutting me very short, "do I address a friend of George Beauclerc?"

"Madame," replied I, with my best bow, "it is my good fortune to name that gentleman on the list of my acquaint- ances."

"Perhaps I should have said 'the friend,'" continued she. with a heighten. ing color. I noticed her looks more nar- rowly now that we stood side by side in the shade of the lilac. She was older than my Indy, and there was a line 'twixt her wbite brows that told of a history, yet she was of a trim build and very beautiful still. Meanwhile she eyed me with diffidence. "I scarce know how to make my errand clear to you, sir," she went on presently, "but you bave, if rumor lies not, a delicate com- mission of your friend Beauclere upon your hands ?"

I bowed again.

"We were formerly acquainted." she said and paused. "But, like most friend- ships, ours had an end. Sir, cannot you guess what I am at so much trouble to make clear? Has George never even mentioned to you so little as my name ?'' "Madame," said I, "it so be you are the lady through whom my friend Beauclerc so nearly lost his life, I will he candid with you. In stating the nature of the commission with which I have the honor of being intrusted, my friend expressed one coudition-that the lady who would consent to his proposals should not he of the same name as-yourself."

"But if it were all a mistake?" she cried. "If I could prove that it was a mistake? Sir, credit me with a little truth, That letter arranging the assig- nation which so nearly terminated his life was never penned hy me. It was long after I had foolishly steefed my beart against him and bad utterly lost his esteet that the truth reached me-that George Beauclerc, so far from being the despicable man I had deemed him, was really smarting under the sense of # deadly affront, apparently offered him by me. But you men will more readily be- lieve a woman faithless than misdoubt that fine thing honor!"

Her words came all in a rush; her voice was so piteous that I could not but feel for and believe her. "The proof, madame?" I asked weakly.

"Is here" She flourished a paper be- fore me, addressed to Beanclerc. "The true writer of that abominalde letter grows himself at last! Yes, it was a gross forgery, sir! See for yourself!"" She Aung it to me imperiously and tri- umphant.

I read the letter, and my heart sank for Audrey. Here in truth was the wo- man that should mate with Beauclerc, if so hap he were willing, aml this I was fain to think hr wenhl be uow that the truth was clear. I handed back the pa. per with n sigh. yet my heart was lighter than I would have inmaireil.

"Madame," swid I at last, "your case is now my own. Yonder comes Beau- clere. Un you to meet him. ' There is may leirr. Tell him from me I dare swear that you will al his business more thor- onelly than I." I gave her my card, with how. Across the hack I had scribblen while I spoke, "The bearer, dear friend. Is my chniep." In a moment I and Saint Line were mter more alune,

But | trembled when 1 thought of' Andrey. What would she say ? Had 1 not deliberately bruneltt her on a fool's erraud? I stund mightily perplexed, my chin in my band. half hoping that my lady would not cotne, after all, now that she was so Inte, Perchance I might get to her home. I could explain then with a better grace, although my knees knock. ed together at the prospect of the inter- view. "Zounds," I half muttered, "what a pother I am in, to be sure!" " "Tis n had sien you should talk with

yourself," suddenly came a voice from behind the lilac. "Either you must he 50 conceited as to deein no other worthy of your speech or else your wits must be wool gathering."

It was Audrey. I knew her dear tones at the first word. Strangely enough, now that I was embarked on what hid falr to be a perilous time, my spirlta revived. "You offer me a meager choice," I sald, rallying, "I will tell you why you find me here so out of couceit with the world"-

"Yon may spare yourself the trouble, friend John," said she, conting Into view. "I have heen under the shelter of our patron's wing"-she bowed to the lilac- "all through your strange interview." "Then you have heard?"I gasped.

"Every word," replied my lady, nod- ding her little bend. 1 bad not dared to raise my eyes, but I could tell from the tone of her voice that her golden curls were shaking at me. "You are a naughty man," she said severely.

I stenkhily raised my glance, first tak- ing in her little shoes, then slowly up that dainty form till I reached her soft blue eyes.

"You have minde a great fool of me," she went on+ "My denr." said I, gaining a little courage. "listen how much greater fool you have made of me. I love you with all my heart and soul! Not till I was so near to losing you altogether did I know how dear you were. My scheming on your behalf I faucied to he only for the sake of friendship. But I love you-I loved you always. I kuew you were not happy, and Benuclere is an honest fellow and rich, while I-I am too poor-too humhle. You would but have been ex- changing one misery for another. I have made a rash venture, and I have lost

I looked away as I spoke. I could not mert that gentle reproach in her eyes. " thought I should have been happy," I stumbled on, "in seeing you happy, and that the next best thing to having you myself would be to find you an interest in life and a home."

Somehow I found her at my side-her hand on my arm. "Yon can still find me a home, friend John." she murmured, and her voice was the sweetest music in this world. "But, to make me happy- alt, then you must share that home too." I looked up amazed. "I would not have married your Benuclerc," she went on rapidly-"no, not for all the riches in the world! But I did want to tease you, friend John. Listen. Love is a master- not a servant. We must dance to his pipe, no matter how alluring the gilded palace may seem, no matter how bril- liant the diadets that ambition may of- fer. The honest heartb and the one I love-these are God's gifts that I will not harter for all man's money-no, not if it were heaped right up to the skies! Kiss me, John!"

I did her bidding, the happiest crea- ture on poor old earth, while Saint Lilac waved his hands in perfumed hlessing over our heads and sighed with us in sbeer contentment .- Vanity Fair.

GEMS IN VERSE.

OLD FAVORITES.

The Gifts of God,

When God At first misle man,

Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on Jim all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way;

Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, plens. ure:

When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay.

For if 1 should (said he)

Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature: So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: Let him be rich and weary, that, at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. -George Herbert.

In Bohemia.

"d rather live in Bohemia than any other land, For only there are the values true And the laurels gathered In all men's view; The prizes of traffic and state are won By shrewdness of force or by deeds undone. But fame is sweeter without the feud, And the wise of Bohemia are never shrewd. Here pilgrims stream, with a faith sublime, From every class and clime and time, Aspiring only to be enrolled

With the names that are writ In the book of gold. And each one bears in mind or hand A palm of the dear Bohemia land,

A scholar first with his book-a youth Aflame with the glory of harvested truth, A girl with a picture, a man with a play, A boy with a wolf he has modeled In clay, A smith with a marvelous hilt and sword, A player, a king, a plowman, a lord- And the player is king when the door Is passed, The plowman is crowned, and the lord is last l I'd rather fail in Bohemia than win in another land . No hoard or hope for the brainless heir, No gilded dullard native born To slare at his fellow with leaden scorn. Bohemia has none but adopted sons; Its linuts, where fancy's bright stream runs; Its honors, not garnered for thrift of trade. But for truth and beauty men's souls have mnde. To the empty heart in a jeweled brenst There Is value maybe In n purchased crest. But the thirsty of soul soon learn to know The moistless froth of the social show, The vulgar sham of the pompous feast, Where the heaviest purse Is the highest prlest; The organized charity serimped and iced In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ; The smile restrained, the respectable cant, When a friend in need is a friend In want, When the only nim Is to keep afloat, And a brother may drown with a cry In his throat.

Oh, I long for a glow of a kindly heart And the grasp of a friendly hat, And I'd rather live in Bohemia than in any other land ! John Boyle O'Reilly,

What Is Time?

i asked an aged man, with hoary hairs, Wrinkled and curved with worldly enres: "Time Is the warp of Ille," said he; "O, tell The young, the fair. the gay, to wenve It well!"" I asked the ancient. venerahle dead, Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled: Frum the cold grave a hollow murmur flowed. "Timie sowed the seed we reap in this abode!" I asked a dying sinner, ere the tide

Of life had lelt his velns: "Timel" he replied; "I've lost It! ah, the treasurel" and he died. I asked the golden sun and silver spheres, Those bright chronometers of day's and years: They answered. "Time is but a meteor glare." And bade me for eternity prepare. axked the Scasons, In their annual rounl, Which benutity or desolate the groupd; Amul they replled (no oracle more wise) " 'Tis Folly's blank, and Wisdom's highest prizel" I asked a spirit lost-but O the shtick That pierced my soul] ] shudiler while I speak. It crieil, "A particlel n speck! u mite Of endless years, duration Infinite !** Of things Inanimate my dlal 1 Consulted, and It made me thils reply- "Time Is the season fair of living well.

Ane puen of giory or the path of hell." I asked my Bible, and methinks It said, "Time is the present hour, the pu t has ded; Live! live to-dayl to-morrow never yet On any human being rose or set." I asked old Father Tling himself at last; But in a moment he flew swiftly past; His charlot was s cloud, the vlewlers wind Ilis noiseless streds, which left no trace behind. I asked the mighty angel who shall stand One foot on sen und one on solld land: "Mortall" he pried, "the mystery now Is o'er; Time was, Time Is. but Time shall be no more l' -William Marsden.

Nature's Chain,

Look round our world; behold the chain of love Combining all helow and all ahove, See plastle nature working to this enil, The angle atoms coch to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next In place, Formod and Impelled Its neighbor to embracs. Seo matter next, with various life endued, Press to one center still, the general good. Seo dying vegetable life sustain,

Sec Ilte dissolving vegetote agaln:

All forms that perish other forms supply

(By turns we catch the vital breath, and dle) ; Like bubbles on the ses of miatter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sen return. Nothing is forelun; parts relate to whole; One all-extending, all-preserving Svul Connects cach being, greatest with the least; Blade beast in aid of man, and man of beast; All serverl, all serving; nothing slanils alone; The chaln bolds on, and where it ends, unknown, Has God, thou fooll worked solely for thy good. Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wunton fawn, For him as kindly spreads the Bowery Inwn. Is it for thee the lack ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates hls wings Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures awell the note. The bounding steed you pompously bestride Sharea with his lord the pleasure and the pride. ls thing alone the seed that strews the plain ? The birds of heaven shall vindicate their grain. Thine the full harvest of the golden year? Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer: The hog that plows not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labors of this lord of all, -PoDe

Life and Eternity,

Life is the veil that hides eternity. Youth strives In vain to pieree it, but the eye Of age may catch, through chinks which Time has Worn

Faint glimpses of that awful world beyond Which Death at last reveals. Thus life may be Compared to a tree's foliage; In Its prime, A mass of dark. impenetrable shade,

It vells the distant view; but day by day, As autumn's breath is felt, the falling leaves, Opening a passage for the doubtful light, Exhibit to the gazer more and more Of tant which lies beyond-till winter comes, And through the skeleton branches we beheld The clear, blue vault of day!

It Is God's Will.

The heart that trusts forever sings And feels os light as it had wings; A well of peace within it springs. Come good or ill; Whate'er today, tomorrow brings; 14 is Flis will. J. Williams.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cost of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, the currents lorn away, And lose the name of action. Shakespeare.

Pleasant Work For Spare Mluutes. General Lewis M. Peck. a distinguish .. ed veteran of the civil war, a bibliophile, if not a bookworm, was the leading work- er on the volunteer committee which pre- pared the famous index of magazine and other short articles for the Brooklyn library, then under the management of the late Dr. Noyes. This work was an extension of Poole's famous index to periodical literature. Not long after the task was completed the general met at a reception a young woman who had just been elected librarian of a social club.

"I am thinking," she said, "of getting up a nice, complete catalogue of all the leading magazine articles for my library. I have considerable leisure time and like hurd work. How long do you think it would take me?"

"It depends upon the amount of your years each."-Saturday Evening Post.

The Blxhop'n Whist Game,

I dined one evening at a hotel and sat next to au Episcopal bishop from Eng. land. The bishup. if I may be allowed to use such a disrespectful expression, was chortling. He was doing it softly and un. obtrusively, but he was undeniably tick. Ied.

The night before he had found himself alone in a Pullman with a prominent rancher and a Japanese student from an American university, They had read all their papers, talked themselves hoarse, and the rancher suggested a game of whist. To get a fourth they enlisted the GOSHEX, ILL. services of the colored porter on the car. Genessee Pnie Food Co., Le Roy, N. Y .: fee. Dear Shs :- Some days since a package "The porter played a remarkably fine rubber," said his lordship gleefully. "The of your Grain O preparation was left at Jap bad only played twice before, but he picked it up in the iuost wouderful man- ner; but I wonder what they would think of such a quartet over in England!". Black wood's.

He who has dollars without sense or sympathy will be a curse to the world; he who lays life and wealth on the al- tar of service receives a huudredfold In this life and has the promise of eternal life in the world to come .- Rev. Bruce Browu. Christian Church, Den-

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Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 212

Author: Publication date: 1900 Publisher: Number of Pages: 436

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