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Volume 111. Number 31.
copy I, ' Vx i?/c~ht Our Trimmed Sailors are charming in their distinctiveness. Rich, attractive and serviceable. Great variety of styles and prices. Our Mourning Hat is excellent. It shows that beauty is not a matter of dollars and cents and that good quality is found even in our low priced goods. Mrs. P. O’ROURKE. Pewblksl 4 > < m ► i ► 4 Copies of nearly all of the j VERY NEWEST BOOKS > have been received by us ji <| and are on sale at reduced |i prices. |i THE PUPPET CROWN ► t THE HELMET OE NOYARRE j THE VISITS OF ELIZABETH ► <| A MARYLAND MANOR ► j A CAROLINA CAVALIER j| i RICHARD YEA AND NAY— ji these are all books that you I* *1 should read. I* 3 G. f. PEARCE DRUG (0. J <| FROSTBURG, MD. |i PRIMARY Election Notice. Whereas, Chapter 36S of the Acts of the General Assembly of Maryland, passed at the January session, 1900, provides that at all primary elections to be held in Allegany County the number of delegates to be elected to the county convention shall be appor tioned according to the registered vote of such election district, that is to say, in each district one delegate for every one hundred, and fraction of a hundred (over fifty) registered voters therein, but it shall be lawful for the voters at such primary in any district to select any number of delegates (not exceeding five) to represent said district in said convention, but said delegates, what ever their number, shall only have the right to cast a vote in said convention equal to the proper representation of such district as above prescribed. And whereas, said Act requires that before every election to be held in said county to elect delegates to a county convention the supervisors of election shall by advertisement give notice of the number of delegates to be elected from each election district in conform ity to the provisions of Section 105 of said Act. Now, therefore, in pursuance of the provisions of said Section, notice is hereby given that the number of dele gates to which the several election dis. tricts of Allegany County are entitled in county convention, or the number of votes which the delegates elected from said districts shall have the right to cast in said convention, is as follows, to wit: ’O ® ® £' .5 -On £T (S ft >-t <6 ’■ *n. (t (5 'OR r CO 30 CO JO o 2 p £■ 2 p X £■ c? 02 X ' rt- & Z £co 2 £co 2 Pec c r* o O s* O o ?• c . O rti oHi .* Oh> ? r r 1 2 10 6 19 3 2 2 11 3 20 2 3 3 12 5 21 1 4 14 13 6 .22 6 5 11 14 6 23 5 6 7 15 _ 8 24 4 7 2 16 1 25 2 8 7 17 2 26 8 9 4 18 6 ASAHEL WILEISON, LEWIS J. ORT, WILLIAM HUNTER, The Board of Supervisors of Election of Allegany County. C. E. HAMBRIGHT, Clerk. THE FROSTBURG GLEANER. THE FROSTBURG GLEANER GROWS Fop the second time within its brief history it is enlarged and otherwise improved. ALWAYS PROGRESSIVE, FEARLESS, CLEAN AND ELEVATING IT HAS WON MANY FRIENDS TO ITS SUPPORT. It is now better equipped than ever before to continue its fight against the enemies of home and country. SOME BRIEF SKETCHES OF HISTORY WHICH MIGHT BE INTERESTING TO OUR MANY READERS. | The Office. i The Gleaner office is located i on the second floor of the Wittig i Building - , opposite Moat’s Opera i House. Entrance is made from i Union Street, first door above the i G. E. Pearce Drug- Co.’s drug i emporium. It is centrally located ( and easy of access. It is the only i newspaper office in the business i part of the town ; the others be- ing- located “out on Broadway.” , It is probably the only office in i town whose complete equipment i is modern in desig-n and appoint- ment. Here the great first lesson i for printers, “a place for every i thing- and everything- in its i place,” has been thoroug-hly > learned and practiced. While we > do not have the largest nor yet > the most expensive outfit in the > county, nevertheless, we can boast of having a well equipped I office, which includes many of the ■ recent inprovements in material and labor-saving devices. We occupy a floor space of nearly a thousand square feet which is divided into a composing room, office, and press room —all nicely lighted. The composing and i press rooms have been newly ceiled, and the apartments pap ered throughout, thus making the brightest and cosiest work -1 shop to be found anywhere here [ abouts. • The Gleaner. Oil the fifth day of January, 1899, the Gleaner, a three column folio, entered the journal istic field to glean therefrom such products as would commend itself to the public, whom it desired to serve. In this it was so success ful that on the sixth day of July, just six monihs later, it enlarged HENRY F. COOK, FOUNDER AND OWNER. to a four-column quarto, using a patent inside, and in the issuing of which we were ably assisted by Prof. Arthur P. Smith, now the efficient principal of Central High School, Lonaconing, during school vacation. On the fifth of October, of the same year, Mr. Smith retired from the Gleaner staff as associate editor, but he never deserted it. He always contributed freely to its columns when time and occasion permit ted. After Mr. Smith’s retire- FRGSTBURG, MD., AUGUST 1, 1901. OUR NEW PRESS. ' ment, the Gleaner for ten months was issued in folio form, 1 all home print, after which the : quarto size was again taken up ‘ and continued until last week. In all these 3 r ears it has been . steadily advancing and improv ‘ itig- n tkl Tuitli to-dayA .is G ue ivo - enter upon a wider scope of use : fulness, requiring more time, at - tention and expense. What the > outcome will be we cannot at present even imagine. We shall ’ be satisfied, however, if the peo ■ pie rally to our support as liber - ally in proportion as they have ■ in the past. Henry F. Cook. Henry Francis Cook, founder and owner of the Gleaner, is almost a life-long resident of this county. Concerning his early life we cannot give anything ■ more complete than to quote from the Somerset (Pa.) Standard in its issue of November 3, 1893. In its “Portrait Gallery of Faces Familiar to Somerset County People,” it says: The subject of this sketch may not be so widely known to many of our readers as some others whose portraits have appeared in this column, having but recently taken up his residence in the county, but he is an energetic and enterprising young man who will make friends as rapidly as he becomes acquainted. Henry F. Cook was born in Barton, Allegany County, Maryland, on May 17, 1868, and resided in that county nearly all his life, although not in the same town. Of late years he was a resident of Midlothian, Md. His par ents and grand-parents were natives of this country. He received a limited public school education and at an early age became a digger of the “black diamonds,” which is about the only occupation to be had along George’s Creek. When quite young Mr. Cook became interested in the printing trade, and displayed great talent in his chosen vocation, having nearly mastered his profession without a teacher. At first he purchased a very small outfit, to which he has added from time to time as he became able. In January, 1891, he and Wilson A. Holmes, of West Union, Ohio, con tinued the publication of the Young Folks' Friend , Mr. Cook’s first literary work, the former publisher being com pelled to drop it in order to attend to other and more profitable work. After publishing the Friend faithfully for eighteen months Mr. Cook was com pelled to give it up for lack of pat ronage. In March of this year he located at Friendsville, Md., where he began the publication of a small paper called the Collaborator. In September he dis posed of his printing plant to Mr. M. Henry, of Confluence. Mr. Cook came to Confluence with the plant and is now ' engaged in publishing the Echo , a spicy little paper and a great boon to the to.vn of Confluence. Mr. Cook was married on April 27 of this year to Miss Jane, Barr, a Scotch lass, r oi Midlothian, Md. lie has sev eral times ventured into business, but ■ with insufficient capital, and after : brief struggle was forced to give up to ; his more successful competitors. Although not an active politician, he . is nevertheless a strong Prohibitionist . and votes for what he thinks is right. He cast the first Prohibition vote in his district and has since had the pleasure of seeing it grow to six or eight. To the above we might add that after working for Mr. Henry a short time he returned to Mid lothian and ag-ain resumed the occupation of miner. In January, 1896, he purchased a small print ing outfit and located on Bowery Street, Frostburg, later remov ing to the Hartman Building on Union Street, and issuing the initial number of the Frostburg Aezvs on March 19, 1897. Six weeks later he formed a 'partner ship with Mr. J. B. Crouch, of Parsons, W. Va., which proved to be his downfall. Eater he sold his plant to Mr. John B. Williams and engaged under him in the publishing of the Forum. About eight months later he was superseded by a man said to have a financial interest in the Forum's success, and from which time until June, 1898, he was unem ployed, having failed to secure work in any of the offices round about. Good friends came to his as sistance, however, and in June, 1898, he was enabled to purchase a jobbing outfit which he set up in the building in which he is now located. He did job work exclusively until January, 1899, when he brought forth the Gleaner, as above stated. This has been his most successful ef fort and the result of his labors is now before you. Mr. Cook is a Baptist, Past Chief in Mountain Castle, No. 16, Knights of the Golden Eagle, treasurer of Mountain City Coun cil, No. 11, Junior Order of United American Mechanics, secretary of the Young Men’s Prohibition League of Maryland, No. 6,' and an active member of the Young Men’s Christian As sociation. Charles A. Rodda. Charles Alfred Rodda, who has been associated with the Gleaner for nearly two years as an assist ant, dates his nativity at Frost burg December 18, 1881, and is the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. William Rodda, old and re spected residents of this town. He commenced getting- an educa tion in the old Bowery Street School and was transferred a few years later to Public School, No. 1, now known as “Beall High School,” from which he graduat ed on the sixth of June, 1898, under the careful tutorage of Prof. R. K. Wimbrough. On the twelfth of Sestember, 1899, he entered the Gleaner office as “devil” and by diligence and careful application he has suc ceeded in becoming quite an ef ficient compositor and job press man. Like most all mechanics, he bears the earmarks of his pro- CHARLES A. RODDA, OUR ASSISTANT. fession, having had the end of a finger taken off by being caught in the press. He bids well to ; become a master in the “art pre servative of arts.” He is a mem- ( ber of the* Methodist Episcopal Church, Young Men's Christian ■ Association, and recording secre- , tary of the Epworth League. I An Effective Background. $ Miss Ancient Moneybags—Professor, „ I wish you would give my portrait the j most effective background. It is In- j tended for my future husband. a Whole Number 135. I lillilN AN w ACE or- DEATH The water main has burst! Frantic men rush hither and thither. Ruin, destruction, perhaps death, stare them in the face. How can the water be arrested? Only by closing the sluices at the bot tom of the reservoir. A huge, bricked tube, like a sewer, leads down to the machinery that controls the sluices. The descent to the bottom is gradual, and at the bottom itself a perpendicu lar shaft leads up to the top of the reservoir. Who will go along and operate the machinery? The chief mining engineer steps for ward. He is John Sulman. He seizes a lantern and a rope and prepares to do his duty. The safety of the mine, the lives of his fellow workmen, rest in the balance. • * Down the steep and slimy, passage lie cautiously creeps. Everything is dark, noisome and foul, tie slips and stum bles along, hoping against hope that the water, which has already burst tlie pipes, will not overflow into the shaft. lie reaches the bottom and rests his lantern on a ledge. Before him he sees the windlass of the great sluice. Like a Trojan he labors at his task. The sweat pours from him in streams, and his breath comes in gasps. The work is heavy, but he falters not, and a sigh of gratification escapes him when the windlass will turn no more and he realizes that the sluices are closed and the encroaching waters dammed back. With a cheerful heart he picks up his lantern and prepares to retrace his footsteps, when suddenly his face blanches, his legs tremble beneath him, even as the splash of water sounds iu his ears. What has happened? He raises his lantern and gazes around. Water is falling from the sides of the perpen dicular shaft. The reservoir itself has burst, and, although the distributing pipes are closed, the water will force its way through the shaft, and all his efforts will be in vain. He must hurry to the entrance, close the gates and so keep the water back. He hurries up the incline at his topmost pace. Assist ance must be secured to barricade the gates, for, strong as they might be, the water may prove the stronger. He reaches the exit of the shaft. The gates are there, but— They are closed! He staggers back in his horror. Well he realizes what has happened. The workmen, while he has been laborious ly closing the sluices, have discovered the burst in the reservoir and, fearing that the rush of water will be tre mendous, have given up Sulman as lost, closed the gates and left him to his fate. Horror stricken he stands for some moments helpless. Then, frantic with desperation, he beats and tears at the gates, shrieking to be let out. But the thick iron gates only echo back his agonized cries. Shout as loud as he will, his voice cannot penetrate those massive panels. Is there no hope for him? Must lie drown like a rat in the w-ell of a ship? For a brief second or two he ponders over his hapless position, when there dawns upon him the great hope that, after all, he may escape. He remem bers that the vertical shaft has an iron ladder running up the side to the top of the reservoir. If he can get to this shaft and climb the ladder, he might escape, but—will the water at the bot tom of the sloping tunnel permit him to reach the shaft? He starts down the slope at a run, the light of his lantern casting weird shadows on the slimy walls. His feet splash in icy cold water, and a sick ening fear comes over him that the bottom end of the tunnel may be com pletely submerged. ’ How long can he keep his breath? Can he last until he reaches the lad der and draw himself up so that his head will be above the surface? Those few moments of agony are as years to him. He reaches the bottom of the shaft; his hands grasp the rungs of the ladder; he slips, and his strength is go ing from him. There is the frightful, overwhelming impulse to open his mouth—to breathe—to shout. His groping hands grasp the ladder again, he draws himself up—up—up. Will he never reach the surface? It seems like eternity. But at that supreme moment, when he feels that his palsied fingers can no longer grasp the rungs of the ladder his head rises above water, and the re vulsion of feeling that comes over him as he takes his first breath is so great that he nearly swoons. For some sec onds he can do nothing but hang on to the ladder and take in deep drafts of the revivifying air, but the water is still rising. He must mount the ladder and reach the outlet. Hand over hand, foot over foot, he laboriously climbs. Suddenly his up ward progress is arrested. Hit ._J bumps against something. Ht jjsfs up his hand and gropes about. He is foiled again. The workmen have closed the ( p of the shaft! With the coming of the sun of the next day some miners approach the shaft and remove the cover in order to see how far the water has risen and to their horror discover John Sulman hanging to the ladder more dead than alive. —Penny Pictorial Magazine.; -