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Volume 111. Number 32.
Mother's Bread.
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jjj Tlie undersigned is prepared to do Carpet
Weaving at the following prices per yard : A
0L All Wool Chain, 36-inch, 3-ply, 45 cents V
y/ Wool and Cotton Chain, 35 cents
Jj All Cotton Chain 28 cents f*
I will pay the freight one way .
7i Address: C. L. DeLAUTER, \
These two words mean a difference
to you. They mean a saving' of ten
per cent, on your purchase. If you buy
a Suit, the regular price of it being
S2O, you get it
If you select a higher priced Suit,
your discount will be proportionately
We make this reduction to close out
about 25 Light Colored Suitings before
the Summer season is over. The goods
are this season’s styles, mostly stripes
and plaid mixtures.
Prices marked in plain figures.
Broadway, FROSTBURG, MD.
of solid build and chaste design gives
dignity to an apartment. In our line of
Dining Room Furniture
there is an assortment of Sideboards,
Extension Tables, Chairs, etc., which
would attract the eye anywhere. Strong
and handsome pieces of Furniture.
Call and inspect the stock.
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After the rain, then the sunshine again;
After the night the dawn,
And a sweet release and abiding peace
After the pain has gone.
But over and over this lesson stern
The fickle and careless old world must learn:
Under the beauty and bloom of the rose,
In hiding, the sharp, cruel thorns repose.
He only knows of the sweetness that flows
From nature’s purest rills
Who, weary, mounts to the life giving founts
Far up among the hills.
But over and over this lesson stern
The fickle and careless old world must learn:
Under the beauty and bloom of the rose,
In hiding, the sharp, cruel thorns repose.
After the fear and the sad, bitter tear,
Cometh the hope fulfilled;
After the climb, then the prospect sublime,
As the Good Father willed.
But over and over this lesson stern
The fickle and careless old world must learn:
Under the beauty and bloom of the rose,
In hiding, the sharp, cruel thorns repose.
—Los Angeles Herald.
IJy M. Quad. R
) Copyright, 1901, by C. B. Lewis. Q
The start of the whole matter was
r the lodging of a complaint at Scotland
\ Yard by a well known jeweler doing
, business on the Strand. He had rniss
’ ed two diamond rings from a tray he
' had been exhibiting to several lady cus
tomers, but unfortunately for him the
’ gems had been gone an hour perhaps
before he knew that deft fingers had
purloined them under his very eyes.
He could recall the names of four or
five ladies, and he headed the list with
• the name of a marquis’ wife, but the
inspector on duty might well smile and
turn away at that. Had the jeweler
. not been in such a perturbed state of
mind he would never have included
that name. Indeed, before he left the
place he apologized, partly to himself,
for having given any names at all, as
It was utterly absurd to suspect any of
the owners of having taken the rings.
He seemed to feel it a duty to report
his loss, however, and after being
quietly advised to have an eye on his
employees and unknown customers he
was dismissed with the promise that
the matter would be looked into. Asa
matter of fact, no assignment was
made on the case. Some flash chap
had “lifted” the jewels without even
his call being remembered, and it was
no use to hunt for a needle in a hay
It wasn’t three days before another
case was reported by another Strand
jeweler. This time it was a diamond
, sunburst, and he was positive that he
had shown it to only three ladies before
he missed it. He was reluctant to give
the names, but when pressed to do so
that of the marquis’ wife again headed
the list. The others were almost as far
above suspicion, and the inspector look
ed at the complainant in away to make
him feel like a culprit. This time 1
was put on the case, but I shall be hon
est enough to say that it was a mere
matter of form. It was more than any
! official's head was worth even to hint
that one of the three ladies mentioned
might have carried the ornament away
in a moment of absentmindedness.
It tvas about five days after this that
the third case was reported. This time
a jeweler Had lost a pair of valuable
diamond earrings, and he had to be
, hard pressed by the inspector before
he would admit that the loss was de
’ tected almost immediately after the
■ marquis’ wife had left the store. She
( had greatly admired the ornaments and
had partly decided to purchase them at
’ a later date. Not for one instant, not
i on his life, did the jeweler suspect the
t lady of title of even taking the jewel
away in a fit of abstraction, but some
-1 how he felt it his duty to report the
, case. The inspector didn’t bluff this
i third tradesman quite as heavily as he
had the first and second, and he looked
’ grave and thoughtful when I was giv
, en the case and he related particulars.
I was told to go my own way about it,
but if I made a blunder Scotland Yard
1 would see me no more as a detective.
, That wasn’t at all encouraging, you
see, but 1 had to go ahead and make a
start. Much to my surprise, after
’ thinking the matter over 1 came to the
, conclusion that the marquis’ wife
might possibly be guilty of shoplifting.
The idea almost took my breath away
1 at the first go off, but when 1 came to
, recall the many rumors about the mar
quis being a gambler, hard up, a man
of miserish habits at home, and so
I forth, there looked to be something In
it from a detective's standpoint.
The lady was well known to me by
sight. Site was past 4r>. much faded,
and her face always carried a fretful,
worried look. 1 simply waited until
she appeared on the street in her car
riage. as if bound on a shopping tour,
and then followed her. it was a week
after the third case was reported that
she came out. and she went directly to
a Bond street jeweler’s. 1 followed
her into tlie store, where she was
known and received with great servil
ity, and when a tray of jewelry was
placed before her I felt sure that the
next half hour would clear her of ail
suspicion or complicate the case still
further. Her manner was that of lofty
condescension. She slowly and lan
guidly inspected the jewels, and now
and then the proprietor of the store,
who was waiting upon her in person,
had his attention attracted for the mo
ment elsewhere. My lady finally de
cided to call again and was bowed out,
and she was hardly clear of the door
When I revealed my identity to the
jeweler and asked him to be sure that
there was nothing missing from the
tray. He was at first inclined to ad
minister a snub, but when he found
the finest ring of the lot conspicuously
abseut he almost fell over in a faint.
There was no room to doubt that the
lady had "lifted” it. but that only made
the case worse in away. For a trades
man and a detective to charge a lady
of quality with shoplifting was as bad
as treason against tlie crown. A mere
word would bring financial ruin upon
the jeweler, and he was ready to stand
the loss ten times over rather than
speak it.
Twice more within the next fort
night I followed the lady into jewelry
establishments and morally convicted
her of shoplifting. This made six cases
in all, and, no matter how the victims
felt, we of the Y’ard were quite deter
mined that something ought to be done.
I had been on the staff for ten years,
and my work had given good satisfac
tion, but 1 was selected as a sacrifice.
I mean by that that I was ordered to
secure an interview with the lady, in
form her of my discoveries and take
the consequences. 1 must take all the
burden on myself and clear the Yard.
There could be but one ending, and
before making my call my resignation
was written out, and I had arranged
to go with a private agency. One
morning I appeared at the residence of
the marquis and boldly asked for my
lady on important business. I was
kept waiting until she was satisfied
that I was neither a process server nor
a creditor and was then admitted to
the presence of a very slipshod looking
woman who showed me scant courtesy
when she said:
“Well, sir, you are here, and now
what is it?”
“It’s about the jewelry, my lady,” I
“What do you mean?”
“The finger rings from Black’s, the
sunburst from Brown’s, the earrings
from Green’s. You carried them away
and forgot to return them.”
My lady’s face went white as snow,
and she gasped for breath, and I ex
pected to see her faint away. By a
tremendous effort she pulled herself to
gether, and as the color came hack to
her cheeks she hissed at me:
“Y’ou dog, you! The marquis shall
see that you get your just deserts!
Leave the house at once!”
I left, and within an hour the mar
quis was at the Yard to say that he
would uproot the whole system if I
was not promptly bounced and an apol
ogy rendered. The Y’ard apologized, I
was bounced, and my lady had a story
for her friends about attempted black
mail. There were no more thefts, how
ever, and as a private detective I even
recovered some of the stuff from the
shops where my lady’s maid had pledg
ed them to raise cash for her mistress.
“Sweating” Bees.
The process known as "sweating" is
not confined to human beings, it is
applied to bees by some up to date
Tlie natural tendency of tlie bee to
work and its great dislike to idleness
are made use of to the fullest extent.
Honey is a product that yields a good
profit, so the beekeeper brings tlie
flowers as near as may be to the hive
and induces his insect gatherers to
work hard to collect the honey from
An expert beekeeper gives the fol
lowing idea of what they will do. Sev
enty-five acres of land planted witli
white clover or sanfoin will keep 100
hives busy during the three summer
months. The yield of honey for each
fine day is ten pounds per acre, and as
the plant flowers twice and remains in
bloom for a week very often the total
yield is 10.000 pounds.
Combmaking is lighter and less dan
gerous work than gathering honey, so
the young bees usually perform this
task. But tlie keeper wants them all
to work and work hard, so he provides
the base of tlie comb in natural size
and pure wax. That leaves less work
to be done at home, and the bees go
out immediately there is nothing more
for them to do inside. The keeper also
takes cure to constantly empty the
combs, so that the bees shall always
be laboring to fill it.—London Stand
A Tired Man.
Once there was a man who complain
ed constantly because it required so
much toil for him to make a living. He
declared that he would rather be buried
than work for a living, and so his
neighbors started out to gratify his
wish. A stranger, seeing them about
to entomb a living man, inquired why
they were doing so. On being told that
Ihe man complained of having to work
for a living and preferred to be buried.
tlie stranger’s heart was moved, and he
offered to give the complaining man
ten bushels of corn. “Is it shelled?”
asked the discontented soul, and when
informed it was not he remarked.
“Well, then, let the burial proceed.”
Too Mtech For Him.
Witness—He looked me straight in
the eye and—
Lawyer—There, sir, you’ve flatly con
tradicted your former statement.
Witness—How so?
Lawyer—You said before that he bent
his gaze on you, and now you’ll please
explain how he could look you straight
in the eye with a bent gaze.
Witness faints.
Outlook Pop Temperance Bright.
P. S. Spence, the well known Cana
dian temperance advocate, says in the
Toronto Globe: “There is reason and
need for more, not less, of enthusiasm
for a cause that never had a brighter
outlook. No other reform movement
ever won in the same time the triumphs
that the temperance movement has
achieved. If such results have been se
cured during a short half century, in
the face of tremendous opposition, by
agencies that at first were few and fee
ble, what may we hope to accomplish
in the near future, with the many and
mighty agencies now on our side and
with the strong and growing moral
conviction of a nation steadily array
ing itself against a traffic that will yet
be made as unlawful as it is unright
A Temperance Prayer.
Almighty Father, thou who sittest
Ruler supreme o’er sea and land
And who the wide, deep ocean holds
Within the hollow of thy hand,
We do beseech thee lend thine ear
Unto the praj'ers thy children raise
From hearts that beat with love sincere,
And to thy name be all the praise.
We pray for those whose burdened hearts
Ne’er know surcease from sore distress.
Oh, Father, with sustaining grace
The parents of the drunkard bless 1
The father, who in anguish sees
The ruin of the child thou gave;
The mother, whose gray head is brought
In sorrow down unto her gravel
We pray for those whose early love
Around the wretched victim twine;
The drunkard’s brothers, sisters pure.
Shield with thy tenderness divine.
Show them the awful deep abyss;
Be this their warning from its brink
That this may be the fate of each
Who takes the first accursed drink.
We pray for her, the drunkard’s wife.
Father, to thee, and thee alone,
Can all the anguish, all the shame,
Of that poor, bleeding heart be known.
Be thou the staff on which she leans,
Thy strength the staff that will not bend;
Oh, may she find them all in thee,
Her father, husband, brother, friend.
We pray for those, the helpless ones,
Our eyes bedimmed by falling tears.
Oh, Heavenly Father, bless, we pray,
The little ones of tender years
Who dwell within a drunkard’s home,
Of childhood’s careless hours bereft,
Unto a cold world’s bitter scorn
By an unnatural parent left!
And now, 0 Father, now we raise
Up to the throne an earnest cry!
Thou know’st how our hearts are torn
To see the hapless drunkard die.
The drunkard’s self, 0 Father, bless.
And give him strength to break his chain,
To dash the poison cup aside
And his lost manhood to regain.
—lda Shafer in Banner of Gold.
On the porch of the country store at
the Center sat two old and gray beard
ed men. Around a bend in the road
beyond a third old and gray bearded
man had just come into sight.
The newcomer stopped before them,
his face beaming with smiles, and with
an air of conscious pride held out for
their inspection what proved to be a
highly polished stove lid.
“There she is!” he cried. “The pretti
est and cheapest stove polish ever in
vented. I knowed the minnit I’d put
that taller and vinegar in the last batch
that I’d got it.”
“It does look nice,” said Isaac, blink
ing from due to the other.
“Now, Jet,”- said! Uriah taking .an
extra chew of flue cut and leaning back
in his chair, “as you’re the one that has
got this thing up, what's your idea of
getting it out? How has it got to be
made and sold?”
“Well,” said Jet, squaring himself
back, “my idea is just to make some
of the stuff and go out and sell it. I’ve
figgered the whole thing out, and it just
amounts to this: It will cost 1 cent
a cake to make this stove polish. We
sell it for 10 cents. That gives us a
profit of $12.90 a gross. Now, each
one of us ought to sell a gross every
day, mebbe more, but we’ll put it at
one gross to be on the safe side. Now,
say our expenses are $3 a day. That
leaves us $lO a day profit, all but 4
cents, and that beats farming all hol
“Jet, old boy, we’re with you!” cried
Uriah, slapping the other on the back.
“I tell you, gentlemen, we’re bound to
make something out of this. Just to
think, $lO a day is nearly S3OO a month
—more money than we take in now in a
“That’s so,” said Isaac, rising slowly
to his feet. “Well, it’s getting along.
I’ll have to get hack and do chores.”
The other two watched him out of
“Fine fellow, Ike,” said Uriah.
“Hardly the man for this kind of
“Well, I don’t know. Ike’s a good
“Good fellow! Why, of course he is.
Nobody thinks more of Ike than I do.
Why, I’d be willing he should go along
for company if he didn’t do a stroke.
But, then, he is slow—don’t catch on to
people quick enough. You see, what
you want is a man that has some dig
nity about him and knows how to ap
proach people in the right sort of way.
Why, he’d go into a man’s parlor just
the same as if he was going into a cow
stable. Well, sir, that may do around
here, but it won’t do in the big towns,
and (hat’s where you’ll make your mon
ey. But, then, if you think I won’t do,
just say so, and I'll drop out at once.”
“Oh, I ain’t afraid hut what you’ll
do all right,” answered Jet, anxious to
conciliate. “But I allow 1 have got my
doubts of Ike.”
“Of course you have. You’re a man
of sense and couldn't help but have
doubts. I’ll have to cut across here.
But think the matter over. Jet; think
it over.”
“I'll do that,” answered Jet emphat
ically as he started on alone again.
He walked on rapidly until he came
to an old barn along the road. The roof
of the barn had been blown off and
never replaced, and the whole thing
looked very dilapidated, but very fa
miliar to Jet, for it was his barn.
A tall, thin and melancholy looking
woman was bending over a washtub at
the puinp. She straightened up and
stopped her work as Jet came up.
He went on into the house and put
the stove lid he had been carrying on
the stove. Then he came out and sat
down near his wife.
“They say there’s $lO a day in it for
W hole Number 136.
a sure thing: that’s what they say."
“Well, I’m glad if there is,” said the
woman, sighing softly. “The Lord
knows we need it. Is Uriah and Ike
going to take hold of it with you?”
“Mebbe they are and mebbe they
ain’t. I know them fellers better than
to trust either of them. I can make $2,-
000 a year out of it and go it alone.”
“Can't you get me that wrapper to
night, then? It’s only 70 cents.”
“Only 70 cents! Confound it, don’t
you know that it will take every cent
I can rake and scrape to get the thing
started? I’d rather get you a dozen
silk dresses two weeks from now than
spare a cent tonight.”
“I don’t see”— she began, wben there
was a yell from the kitchen, followed
by the loud voice of a man:
“Phew! .Tudas! What the devil’s up
here anyway? Are you trying to burn
the house down?”
Jet made a jump for the door and
stopped aghast. The stove lid, so high
ly polished but a moment before, was
now a dull, dirty red, while above it
curled a thick, dingy smoke, bearing
with it an odor strong enough to knock
down a horse.
“Is that the way your polish works.
Jet?” asked a young man coming
around the house holding his nose.
Jet gave a snort of disgust. “I sup
pose you’ll have to blab it all over
town,” he growled and, turning away
tulkily, went off to the barn.
“I think it's a good thing I saved eggs
enough to get that wrapper,” returned
the woman as she tried to blow the
smoke cut of the house with her apron.
A Successful Experiment.
“Do you think it is possible to kill
mosquitoes with kerosene?” asked the
who doubts what he reads.
“Oh, yes,” answered the frieDd. “I
have performed the experiment with
entire success. I poured some kero
sene around the house when it was full
of mosquitoes. Then some one inad
vertently dropped a lighted match. It
was a trifle expensive, but I have every
reason to believe a great many mosqui
toes were killed.”—Washington Star.
Sly Joking; In tlie Pnlpit.
“Before 1 went to college,” said a
minister of this city, “I did supply
work on a certain charge one summer.
Iu the Methodist church we had serv
ice morning and evening. There was
a Presbyterian church in the village,
and the pastor from another village
supplied it, preaching there once a
Sunday in the afternoon. I went to
near him one afternoon. lie was a col
lege bred man and was supposed to be
away up. When he spied me in the
congregation, lie came down and asked
me to assist ill the opening exercises.
When we were seated, he asked me to
read the first lesson and at the same
time announced that it was a certain
chapter in the book of Numbers. Just
before I was to read I reached up tc
the desk and took down the Bible and
opened at the place. 1 glanced down
over the chapter and saw that it was
a mass of unpronounceable names. I
knew that he was working a joke on
me. He knew that I could not get
away with those names. I said noth
ing, but when the time came I stood up
and announced the chapter following
and read it.
“When I sat down, he gave me a
look, and he got one back. I whispered
hoarsely, ‘I guess not.’ Those were the
only words spoken on this subject.”—
Utica Observer.
“Quick Lundies.”
It is the habit of the modern time
saving young man, says Eliot Gregory
in The Atlantic, upon entering a quick
lunch establishment to dash for the
bill of fare and give an order (if he is
adroit enough to catch one of the maids
on the fly) before removing either coat
or hat. At least 15 seconds may he
economized in this way. Once seated,
the luncher falls to on anything at
hand bread, cold slaw, crackers of
catchup. When the dish ordered ar
rives, he gets his fork into it as it ap
pears over his shoulder and cleans the
plate before the sauce makes its ap
pearance, so that is eaten by itself or
with bread.
Cups of coffee or tea go down in two
swallows. Little piles of cake are cut
in quarters and disappear in four
mouthfuls, much after the fashion of
children down the ogre’s throat in the
mechanical toy, mastication being ei
ther a lost art or considered a foolish
waste of energy.
A really accomplished luncher can
assimilate his last “quarter” of cakes,
wiggle into his coat and pay his check
at the desk at the same moment. The
next he is down the block in pursuit of
a receding trolley.
Vermuth ami Absinth.
Those liquors called aperitives re
quire special mention, says a French
writer, Vermuth and bitters, the writ
er says, are ail made of the worst kind
of alcohol, the taste of which is mask
ed by still more harmful substances.
Absinth surpasses them all in its
toxic violence. If we take two globes
of goldfish and drop into one six drops
of prussic acid and into the other six
drops of essence of absinth, the fish
in both globes will die, but those get
ting the absinth will die first. Yet
the vapor of prussic acid will kill a
man. Within the last ten years the
consumption of absinth has increased
to such an extent in France that five
times as much alcohol is used for the
manufacture of the “green serpent” as
was used ten years ag 3.—Boston Her

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