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of the Auditors of Foster Township for the year of 1886-90. Orders Issued by Putrick McGulre, Supervisor. No. 133, Tkiulnk Printing Com puny, publishing statement uud notice 8 '£i SO No. 134, miii oi G. B. Markle A Co. vs Poster township 08 99 Total $ 01 49 Orders Issued by Prauk Moil ugh, Supervisor. No. 85. Albert Goeppert, room rent $ 6 UU 44 Bi, T. A. Buckley, J. P. auditors' oaths 60 " 88, Owen Fowler, pub lishing statement and notice 22 50 " y, VV. H.Fiad, publishing statement and notice ■ • 50 44 uo, Prank Mullugh, horse hire 1 50 " yi, Prank McHugh, horse hire 1 50 44 9-J, Prauk Me 11 ugh, horse hue 1 50 " 93, August itaker, trip to VViikesbarre 5 00 44 94, August Baker, trip to Wilkesburru 5 00 Totul $ 66 00 Orders Outstanding and Unpaid. No. 86, Silas Woodriug # 42 44 96, Mrs. A. 8. Eberts, water troughs 10 00 44 90, Noah ilouser, water Lroughs .... 5 00 41 97, l-.uos Paircbilds, water troughs 5 00 , Total $ 20 42 Resources of Poster Township, as per audit oi 1898-99. Due l'rom Thomas Early, ex supervisor 9 668 00 44 from Jos. gurricks, ex- 1 supervisor 781 62 '• from Patk McFaddon, ex-supervisor 158 60 44 from Johu Schuee, ex supervisor 140 76 44 from I'at Giveus, ex tax collector 33 34 44 from J ohuW. Davis, ex- 1 supervisor 176 08 , 44 from Johu D. Davis, ex supervisor 162 26 44 from James Raskin, ex supervisor 208 37 Total $2,217 91 Assets. I Unseated land, 1891-92, Lewis liechiol't, collector 8 98 60 1 Seated land, 1891-92, Lewis liechiol't, collector.... ... 345 58 Uuscatcd land, 1892-93, Patk Giveus, collector 405 08 Sealed land, Patk Givens, collector 120 04 Total $ 969 30 Receipts, Regular Tax, 1898-99. August Raker, Treasurer. Dr. Received from county treas urer, license tax $ 180 00 Received from county treas urer, seated laud tax 280 96 Received from August Urchin, ex-treasurer...... 34 56 Total $ 495 62 Cr. Paid out on old orders- No. 61, To Patrick MoPaddens 6 00 4 ' " Johu ferry 31 88 " 106, 44 John Ferry 26 25 44 163; 44 .),hn D. Davis 37 60 44 182, 44 John D. Davis 36 00 44 193, 44 John D. Davis 40 50 44 2UU, 44 John Walton 15 00 44 515, 44 Johu Hurley 750 44 6 45, 44 N'ouh Houser 500 44 677, 44 Richard O'Connor. 437 Paid on marshalled indebt edness— To Joseph Neuburger 6107 44 Morris Ulrich 16 00 44 Joseph lies 5 00 Total $ 292 07 By disbursements of Patrick McUulre 9149 Uy disbursements of Frauk Mcll ugh 66 00 By treasurer's commission at 3 per cent on $449.56 13 49 Balance due l'roin treasurer. 32 47 Total $ 496 52 We, the undersigned auditors of Foster township, being duly sworn according to law, do certify that the above is a correct state ment of the iluunciul condition and affairs of 1 said township, to the beat of our knowledge and belief. P. B. Ferry. ) Jos. Gallagher, > Auditors. T. G. Argust, ) BLASTS FROM RAM'S HORN. A clean man will not live In a dirty house. Too many make a sod out of the ma jority. Adversity tests faith, and prosperity tests love. Every humbug puts a pious motto over his door. You may backslide, but you can never up-slide. We are made by our enemies and marred by ourselves. The arm that Is swift to strike may be strong to succor. A blunt tool with a man behind It Is better than a Damascus blade without one. The way to watch, Is to work. It requires abundant grace to with stand abundant prosperity. Your position In life to-morrow, de pends on your character to-day. A high Ideal Is a standing invitation to reach a more exalted position. The man who loses his life In love, sows the seed of untold noble lives. The sermon on the mount is higher than some church members care to live. The man who will not suffer for the truth, will have to suUer for neglect ing it. Let the world mold your opinions, and it will soon squeeze all religion out. The miser who Is able (but unwill ing) to relieve want, Is truly a miser able man. The exasperating trivialities of life are little lead lines led down to fathom our religion. FEMININE FANCIES. The minute you tell a secret It Is no longer one. To confesa a fault Is to more than half atone for It. A telephone bell possesses no music If It is not for you. To look prosperous Is one thing, to feel so quite another. A poor girl who is called pretty Is really handsome. A captured ostrich always means a feather in somebody's cap. The Chinese actor never goes on the stags without his cus. Kansas boasts of s lady horse-tamer. She is probshly a grass widow. _Dr. David Kennedys favorite Remedy 2^ A A l ftD K, L D .SI 3 nSSti C B M L^ COOKING FOR FLAWS. I Don't look for flaws as you go on | through life, ' And even when you find them It Is wise and kind to be somewhat blind | And look for the virtue behind them. For the cloudiest night has a hint ol light, Somewhere in the shadows hiding; It is better by far to look for a star Than the spots on the sun abiding. The current of life runs ever away To the bosom of God's great ocean; Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course, And think to alter its motion. Don't waste a curse on the universe— Don't shrink at the trials before you; Don't butt at the storm with your puuy form, But bend and let it go o'er you. The world will never adjust itself To suit your whims to the letter; Some things must go wrong your whole life long, And the sooner you know it the bet ter. It is folly to fight with the infinite. And go under at last In the wrestle, The wisest man shapes Into God's plan As the water shapes into a vessel. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. THE PROFESSOR'S HEART STORY. The spring air, with Its subtle stir of quickening life, had forced an en trance into the old library, penetrating through windows guiltless of the char woman's cares for years, past grime and cobwebs to the sole occupant of the room. He rose slowly, inexplicably wearying of the printed page before him, and took down another book, tell ing himself in justification that it was a day for Horace, but after a few min utes the odes proved charmless. Nor could philosophy, which he tried next, chain his thoughts; they wandered speculatively to a hitherto disregarded volume on the topmost shelf with no reason that he could fathom for their flight. The slender book in its brown dress seemed suddenly to possess some charm which brought It into promi nence and compelled his attention. The lash of curiosity touched hin) not unpleasantly. He returned to his chair with the disturber of his peace in his hand and propped it up against the ponderous | tome on the table while he polished his j spectacles; when they were adjusted he took up the stranger with a tremu lous touch. To his fancy he was set ting wide the door into some enchanted world, but after one comprehensive glance at the title page his interest waned; the treasures of his beloved Greek literature found no rival in this dreary treatise on Calvinism. He pushed the book away impatient ly and, jostled by a careless elbow, it fell to the floor, its leaves fluttering open in harsh protest. As the old scholar stooped—conscience-smitten— to restore it to the table he discovered a paper which had been jarred from the pages lying alongside, and thinking it some memoranda left by a former student he was about to replace It In the book when his attention was ar rested despite himself. The paper was folded and sealed and bore an address in a delicately-flowing hand; it had evidently been written in the days before envelopes were in vogue —the days of his own young manhood. Singularly enough the superscription read: "To E. J." He sat looking at it curiously with strangely accelerated pulse. In all his life he had never re ceived a letter like that; the simple use of initials argued an intimacy which he had never known. What mail mat ter had come his way—mere dry-as dust reports and scientific articles which he had opened with steady fin gers—had always been directed to Erasmus Jenkinson, Esq. Since the closing of the college and for a long time before he had been the only frequenter of the library; whoever had left the letter therefore had done so in the remote past and would not reclaim it. The fashion of the paper was old, the Ink was faded. It was a dead message—one that had failed to reach its destination and If he replaced It in those grim pages might lie undis turbed for years and in the end careless eyes would read it. Surely it was his by right of discovery and the addition al right that it boje his Initials. The next instant the bit of wax was removed and the creases in the thin paper were smoothed out almost rever ently. Jenkinson bent his head to read the faint lines; after he had reached the end he kept it still lowered. The hand holding the faint, musk scented sheet trembled, the professor's brain was in a whirl as he read and re-read the contents. "Dear:" (it ran) "I have a secret to tell you—it's only three words and yet it holds all ol earth and all of heaven to me —I lovs you. I ought to wait for you to saj that first, I know, but you are timid so I will give you courage. I have seei this long time what is In your heart look at mine now and then come quick ly to Letty." From that hour life held a different meaning for Erasmus Jenkinson. By prrmrm use wm*4 tPAMiaiaflJ THOMPSON'S PMMMwPMSMH DIPHTHERIA |j^^2tfUUMSiHiii£a CUßE ~* A POSITIVE CUREfor Diphtharia, Croup, Quinsy, Catarrh and all throat trouble. Perfeotly Harm- ÜBB. Prio®, 500. per bottle, for sale by drugg- TBOMPSOIIDIPHTRERU CORE CO., - '.llUsiipsrt, Fa, CASTOniA, BHD the yf Tl" Kind You Haw Alms Bought % T" some strange process of reasoning he convinced himself that the letter was really his, and frequent perusals of It so imbued him with Its spirit as to make that belief not only possible but probable. In the long hours of dream ing with which his days were now oc cupied Letty was never anything more than a shadow with that suggestive ness of spring—and the spring's fair ness about her. One afternoon, when these dreams had been in progress several weeks, as he was taking his way home he missed the sense of her companionship for the first time. He entered his door with a feeling of pride not unmixed with humility and went immediately, as was his custom, to the little bare study. The one easy chair the room contained was turned toward the window; some readjust ment of house-cleaning had moved it from its usual place at the table, but to the man on the threshold It had the appearance of being turned for a watcher's convenience. "I'm home, Letty," he said softly. There was a moment's throbbing si lence, then from somewhere near, it seemed to him, came the words: "Wel come, dear." He crossed the room with a happy face. The next day an unusual thing oc curred —the professor went shopping. It was not an extensive expedition, the purchases being confined to one shop which he had never visited until that hour. As the bell above the door an nounced his entrance a sudden trepi dation seized upon him, every nerve In hie body pulsated with the jangled wire and he would have fled inconti nently had it not been for the appear ance of the shop-woman. He did not respond to her greeting, but clung to the small showcase as If In need of material support, gazing helplessly around. When he could collect his dazed senses he made known his wants by a series of pantomimic gestures. She seemed to comprehend him for after fumbling over the contents of a box she finally produced a large bone thimble with eulogistic words. The professor found his voice. "Smaller —much smaller," he gasped. "For a child?" "Er—er—not exactly, but small and pretty—what would fit your little fin ger, ma'am." The woman rummaged through her stock and obligingly tried on.thimble after thimble until a satisfactory silver one was found. The professor took it into his capacious palm and inspected the simple chasing with undisguised delight. "Needles, ma'am," he said next. "Coarse or fine?" "Oh! fine— fine " She placed some little oblong pack ages before him and waited hisfur ther orders. "Now what you sew with ma'am. What's that you call it? Cotton? Yes, some cotton." "What number—seventy?" "Oh! no—no —not seventy. Eighteen or twenty." The shopkeeper regarded him with ill-concealed contempt. "You could only use a crowbar with such coarse stuff," she cried sharply; if you want fine needles you must have cotton to match." The professor removed his hat and mopped his brow with some perturba tion. "Seventy or eighty," he murmured half to himself. "I don't like the sound." She got down a drawer without an other word and took out two small white spools. "These are what you need," she said, with the air of one who will not toler ate trifling. There was no misunder standing her meaning. The professor might be in doubt upon other vexed questions, but this much was clear to him. "You know best, ma'am," he faltered. Then, with a happy Inspiration, he added: "Perhaps the numbers will come off." She pushed a pin ugder the offending bits of paper and removed them deft ly. The wrinkled face of her customer was tremulous with gratitude. "You're very good, ma'am. They're for somebody quite young, you see, and she'll like them best so." "P'r'aps she'd like a basket to hold 'em an' a cushion?" "Of course she would, ma'am —of course—l'm grateful to you for men tioning them." He was almost feverish with impa tience while she took the articles from the window and spread them tempting ly before him; that they were faded from long exposure to the sun was un noticed by his happy eyes. He was blind to all defects, and when she added a needle-book with a marvelous bird upon its cover and a small pair of scissors to the other objects he fairly glowed with pleasure. His happiness, however, was slight, In comparison to the Joy he knew later when he unrolled his purchases and placed them upon the table near the big chair. He occupied the only other chair in the room; he had used it ex clusively for the past few weeks. After a time he took some needles from their papers and quilted them into the flan i nel leaf of the little needle-book, as the shopkeeper had shown blm, leaving out one which he proceeded to thread. It j was a tedious operation. He was recalled from his dreams by ! a summons to supper. "Hannah," he said at last, after sev j eral ineffectual attempts to speak ! which her glassy stare had reduced to silence, "I —I'm expecting a f —friend any t—time now, so you'd better keep a p—place set opposite mine." Then he fled precipitately from the room. Several weeks later a visitor, coming one evening to the professor's gate, found Hannah resting there after what she was pleased to term a hard day's work. He paused with an Inquiry. "Is the professor home? There's no light in his room." "He's in, sir," the woman answered, recognizing the old president of the college. He's taking to sittin' in the dark lately. He's given over readin', and about time, too. 'Taint noways good for a man to be forever poring over books." "He's not ill? I've been away from Kingshaven the past fortnight, but he seemed fairly well when I left " "No, sir, he ain't 111, and yet I don't think he'll be with us long. He's differ ent, somehow. He looks kinder up lifted an' he holds his head sometimes as ef he was listenin' to things we can't hear. Then, too, he's always bringin' in flowers—him that never in the thirty years I've known him did sech a thing before. I can't make it out, unless it's the general breakin' "I'll step in and see him," the presi dent interrupted anxiously. "It's un necessary to announce me." He turned and hastend up the little path to the quiet house; the door was open and a lamp was burning dimly in the hall. He peered curiously into the room where, by the hall light, he could discern the professor's gaunt fig ure, sitting erect near the large chair which, turned as It was from the door, might screen some neighbor who, un known to Hannah, had slipped in for a chat. The president coughed discreet ly. "Jenkinson," he said. There was a moment's silence, then the professor, in an unsteady voice, cried out: "Who's there?" "It's I—Edwardes Jennings. Are you alone?" "Oh! Jennings—Jennings—come in. Yes, I'm alone, quite alone. What a preposterous question to ask, man. Who should be with me?" "I fancied I heard talking." "Talking—hm! I often talk to my self. Here, take my chair—no, not that —that—that is broken. There! I'll push it out of the way and you sit here." The visitor seated himself as direct ed and Jenkinson took up his position on the window-sill. He made no offer to get a light. The summer dusk was pleasanter. It was full, too, of a sweet fragrance which at first the president thought came from without. Then he remembered what Hannah had said concerning his old friend's sudden fondness for flowers and realized that they were close at hand. "I came home this noon," he said, breaking the Bllence, and strolled out with my pipe after supper determined to hunt you up. Has life been using you well?" "Very well." "It isn't such a bad thing despite our grumbling; yet it has its disappoint ments; we can none of us escape them. All we can do is to quit ourselves like men. Now that you are nearing the end, old comrade, has it been good to you?" Jenkinson stirred a little. "Very good," he said simply, after a moment's pause. And to you?" "Fairly good, fairly—not as I dream ed in early manhood, but we speedily learn the futility of making our dreams realities in this working-day world— we live in a practical age, sir, and dreams are shadows. The failure of the college has been a sore trial, for I put my best into the work. I often question, if another hand would have shaped things differently." "It must have failed In any event —" "That's how I console myself. The result surely can be traced to the de crease of prosperity in Kingshaven— everything here has gone to ruin. How, then, could we expect to attract stu dents to us? Well, the end is at hand. A syndicate is formed to purchase the college building for a home for disabled firemen." "And —the —library?" "Oh! the library is to be sold at auc tion. I say, Jenkinson, no one knows those books as you do. Have you ever chanced upon a paper stowed away In one of them?" "What kind of a paper?" "An old letter, bearing my initials." The president waited a moment for his companion to speak, then he went on with some disappointment apparent in his tones: "Of course it's only a sup position that it's there, but I told Far rlngford I'd look. You remember him, he was in our class, a quiet, self absorbed fellow? No? Well, I met him last week and we had a talk over old days. He's like us now—white haired and stoops. It isn't much of a story, but I—l loved his' sister. "They used to live at Toynbee and I would tramp over there to see her. She was like—oh! I can't find any comparison and you wouldn't under stand—she was like no one or nothing but just herself! I was a timid lover, afraid to risk my happiness by a dec laration. Her people, too, were richer than mine, and I thought that might make some difference. But she divined my feelingsand wrote me, telling me she loved me and bidding me come to her. And that letter, sir, I never received. She intrusted It to her brother for me , and he mislaid it; then thinking it j meiely an invitation to supper, such as 1 he had often brought me, he gave it verbally and I told him to tell her I couldn't come. My God! I said I i couldn't come " | The professor didn't speak as his guest's bitter voice fell into silence. He was only conscious that the summer night had turned very chilly. "The next morning I was summoned unexpectedly away," the president re sumed. "My father was dangerously ill. He died shortly after my arrival home and I remained with my people a fortnight or so. More than two months elapsed after she sent that let ter before we met. Then one after- I noon I started for her home, but before I reached there I saw her pony carriage standing In Toynbee's principal street. As I neared It she came out of a shop and I sprang to meet her —my heart's secret on my lips—and she looked at me with no recognition in her glance— I might have been a stone instead of a man. The next instant she drove oil with a great clatter. "I turned the page on which that sor row was written long ago," the old man continued after a considerable pause. "I made other ties—knew a moderate amount of content, though it never reached the high-water mark of that dead-and-gone happiness. My meeting with Farrlngford recently woke sad memories, and when he touched those scars they throbbed with pain. It seems that one day, in these later years, she told him why she put me from .her life. It was all clear to him then. In a moment he remember ed every detail concerning the letter — what he had done, what I had said in my ignorance. And the account moved her to tears. Her heart was like that, my little Lelty—so gentle—so tender moment to steady it. "There was sorrow on both sides, but I never dreamed she suffered. She made a brave light all through, Far rlngford said, and kept her sunny na ture to the end. For the end has come for her. And—and—she formed no oth er ties, her home was in the homes of other people, her children the children of others. Well —well —the world is full of just such broken stories —little pitiful romances that start gloriously enough and then fade while life is still young." The president rose stiffly and stretched himself. "I hope your chair will be mended before I come again," he said with a forced laugh. "You're careless of your comfort, professor. I must give Han nah the hint. Oh, about that paper— Farringford has a dim recollection of slipping it into some theological book he was reading in the library. He thinks there is a chance of finding it even at this late day. You're sure you haven't seen it?" "Seen it? No—no—" "I must institute a search then, my self. There's no rekindling dead fires, but I want the letter my little girl wrote for old times' sake. Good night." The professor sat quite motionless for hours after his guest's departure enveloped in darkness. Finally he rose and, lighting the lump, cast its gleam searchingly around. There was no hint, In the room, of that other pres ence whose nearness had been so real to him. The chair in the corner was vacant, nor could any effort of his im agination recreate that shadowy occu pant again. It had fled with averted face at his unworthy act. He was alone. He put the lamp down wearily and took from an inner pocket the worn, flat case which contained the letter. He opened it for the last time, he told himself in justification, but shame and remorse blinded him; he could nof see a word. What was written there was for Jennings' sight. He felt himself convicted of an unpardonable desecra tion and without another glance at its contents he thrust the paper into an envelope, which he addressed to his old friend. If Jennings wondered at the broken seal within he would think It the accident of time or the act of some curious hand. The east was full of the radiance of a new day as the professor, with a bulky parcel in one hand and a bunch of faded roses in the other, left his quiet house. He came back some hours later without either. On his way to his room he encountered Hannah com ing down to her work. "You n —needn't fix that other place again," he stammered. "M —my friend is not coming—I shall henceforth he alone." PhoHph*rscent Plants. The phosphorescent gleam that cer tain flowerß and plants give out in the darkness constitute one of the strang est phenomenon of the vegetable king dom. The daughter of Linnaeus, the botanist, it Is said, was the first to dis cover this and to attract the attention of the scientific world to t ie singular fact. While walking in her father's garden one calm, clear summer night she was surprised to see a bunch of nasturti ums shine with iridescent colors in the darkness. 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