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Volume 111. Number 31.
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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.
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4 Copies of nearly all of the
have been received by us ji
<| and are on sale at reduced |i
prices. |i
these are all books that you I*
*1 should read. I*
3 G. f. PEARCE DRUG (0. J
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:
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The Board of Supervisors of Election
of Allegany County.
Fop the second time within its brief history it is
enlarged and otherwise improved.
It is now better equipped than ever before to continue its fight against
the enemies of home and country.
| 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
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-
' 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
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
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
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
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
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
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-
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.
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
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
Who will go along and operate the
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
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.; -

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