I The Sayre Times. I. NO. 38. SAYRE, FRIDAY, NOV.
27, 1891. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR The Saure Times. C. L. FRANCISCO, PROPRIETOR.
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Public patronage solicited. Lockhart Street, Sayre, Pa. R. M. HOVEY, NOTARY PUBLIC and a Commissioner of Deeds for the State of New York.
Acknowledgments taken. Particular attention paid to executing pension papers. E. J. HAVERLY.
JEWELER! 0'Brien's Block, Sayre, Pa. WE MAKE A SPECIALTY OF Repairing Fine Watches, Clocks And Jewelry. A Fine Line of Watches Carried in stock. BRUSTER, -THESAYRE DRUGGIST! J. C.
HORTOn, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, General Life and Fire Insurance Agent, Real Estate Agent and Surveyor. Collections and all other business promptly attended to. OFFICE OVER POSTOFFICE, SAYRE, PA. J. T.
CORBIN, Attorney at Law and Notary Public, ATHENS, PA. Collections promptly made. Loans negotiated. Legal business transacted through reliable attorneys in all parts of the United States. READY WORKED.
2tf WM. CORNELL, Barton, N. Y. WILDWOOD STOCK FARM John A. Woodworth Son, -BREEDERS OFTHOROUGHBRED STOCK, SAYRE, BRADFORD PA.
Farm one and a half miles north-east of Sayre. JUST ARRIVED! Earthen Crocks For House Plants. All Shapes, Sizes and Colors. W. I.
TEED. TEARLESS GRIEF. SLAWSON SON, -DEALERS INFURNITURE! Bedroom Suits, Parlor Suits, Diningroom Suits, Tables, Stands, Couches, Chairs, Mirrors, Etc. Wall Paper of the latest style, shades and patterns at very low prices all first-class and new. UNDERTAKING.
First-class turnout and skilled attendants always in charge. All kinds of supplies in stock. Everybody is invited to call and inspect our large stock, it is no trouble to show goods. SLAWSON SON, Elmer Block. I CROW FOR WILLIAMS (AGENT) because I know he has kept down prices and has many advantages both in purchasing and "handling goods, and proposes to Give the People the Benefit! Always ahead in low prices and good goods is What has Directed the RUSH TO OUR STORE For the Past Season! and we intend keeping the crowd moving in our direction, giving the best goods and the largest stock to select from, with prices that no one ever beat and seldom equal.
Try Trading With Us! and if von are like the rest of mankind-and we rather think you are you will be pleased with the result. I. A. WILLIAMS, Wilbur House Block, Sayre, Pa. RODNEY A.
MERCUR, ATTORNEY AT LAW, TOWANDA, And Solicitor of Patents. Particular attention paid to business in the Orphans' Court and to the settlement of estates. Office in new Masonic block, cor. Main and Pine Sts. F.
J. KROM, JUSTICE OF THE PEACE, SAYRE, PA. No fees charged for executing papers for old soldiers applying for pension. H. D.
LaPlant, M. I PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. All diseases treated. Elmer Ave. near the corner of Packer Sayre, Pa SAYRE REAL ESTATE AGENCY I have for sale about 24 acres of land on Keystone avenue and Lockhart street which will be sold in lots to suit purchasers, or by the acre.
Also several fine dwelling houses and lots. Several building lots for business and dwellings. Persons desiring to sell or purchase will do well to call. Prices reasonable and on easy terms. J.
C. HORTON, Real Estate Agt. Office over postoffice, Sayre, Pa. 20w4 The Times--Subscribe At last it is the peaceful night, and Weary and fretted with the noisy fray Of Life's incessant tumult, can allay My spirit's thirst for peace. The moonlitsky And shadow circled Earth are still.
No cry Of passion burdened hearts disturbs the gray Impressive calm; and though the late gone day Left me 'a Life's regret, my eyes are dry. For tears are nought but Summer's healthful That, falling from storm clouds, leaves far above A clearer blue. I bear a deeper pain Than can find ease in weeping; so, dear love, Forgive my tearless grief. Perhaps you guess My heart's unmitigated bitterness. -Ethel Ireland in Chambers' Journal.
TALL JANE. "You don't mean that's Jane's skirt, Mrs. Ward?" "Yes, I do." "Why, it's larger than yourn." "I know it. She's taller than 1 be. She's grown all out of everything lately.
I've let down tucks an an pieced at the top, an now her pink gingham is most up to her knees. I had to buy her this new so she'd look decent to go to school. Jane, come here a minute." Then Jane came in hesitatingly. Her small head, with its mat of fair braids, drooped forlornly, her slender shoulders were bent. She pulled down her pink skirt nervously, trying to make it longer.
"Stand up here 'side of me," ordered her mother. "I want Mrs. Mason to see how much taller you be." Jane's pretty young face flushed pink. She stood beside her mother, and the tears started in her eyes, although she tried to smile. "You can't get through the door if you don't stop pretty soon, Jane," laughed Mrs.
Mason, who was visiting the Wards. "I never see such a sight. An she ain't over fourteen?" "She ain't fifteen till next month," replied Mrs. Ward. An if she don't git her growth till she's eighteen I don't know where she'll be.
Her father tells her he's goin to hire her out by an by for a telegraph pole." Jane laughed feebly when her mother and Mrs. Ward did. Then she stole back to the doorstep, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. It was nearly time for her to start to school. Presently her mother came with her dinner pail.
"'Here's your dinner," said she. "You'd better start before long, so as not to hurry. It's a pretty warm morn'n." "Yes'm," said Jane. She kept her face turned away from her mother so her tear stained eyes should not be noticed. "You shall have your new dress to wear tomorrow," said her mother as she finally started with her school books under her arm and the dinner pail swinging.
"You shan't wear that short thing again." Jane tugged at her pink dress skirt as she went out of the yard; she even stooped a little to make it look longer. Nobody knew how sore Jane's heart was over her height. She had a mile to walk to school, and she never thought of anything else all the way. Presently she came to a large white house, with a crabapple tree in the front yard. Mary Etta and Maria Starr lived blue dresses at the gate.
They there, and she saw the flutter of waiting for her. "Hullo!" said Mary Etta as Jane drew near. "Hullo!" responded Jane, trying to make her voice cheerful. Maria was eating a crabapple and did not say "hullo!" but presently both she and her sister stared wonderingly at Jane. "What's the matter?" asked Mary Etta finally.
"Nothin's the matter." "Yes there is too. You've been cryin." Jane said nothing. I "She's mad," said Maria. Mary Etta lingered. "What's the matter?" she asked again, quite lovingly.
"Nothin's the matter. I wish you'd let me alone," cried Jane, with a burst of tears. That was enough. Mary Etta and Maria hurried up the road, with curt switches of their blue starched skirts, and Jane plodded miserably on behind. Poor Jane was the tallest girl in school, and not only that, but the tallest scholar; not one of the boys was as tall as she, and not only that, but she was taller than the teacher.
It did seem to Jane that the committee ought to have chosen teacher who was taller, just out of re- in gard to the becoming and suitable appearance of the school. A stranger might almost have taken her for the teacher, especially since her hair was done up. When the bell had rung, Jane sat at her desk, her pink shoulders and her be pretty, pink face above all the others. She looked like a tall, pink hollyhock in bed of daisies. This was a trying moment for her.
The committee came to visit the school, and a strange gentleman and his wife came with them. up Jane distinctly saw this strange lady turn her white plumed head toward her. then whisper to her husband. Then she saw him look at her and ask one of the committeemen who that tall girl was. She could tell what he said by the motion of his lips.
Then he told his wife, and a little smile stole over her serene face between its soft curls of black hair. Jane thought she was laughing at her. She did not dream that the lady had noticed her because her face was so pretty, and not because she was so tall. The geography class came and the visitors were still there. Jane filed out with the rest.
She thought she had her lesson perfectly, but she missed in bounding Uruguay. and had to go down. A little bit of a girl in a long sleeved apron went above her. She had a conviction that the visitors were saying, "What! that great, tall, grown up girl with her hair done up, missing!" However, the change brought her next to Robert Carnes; he shuffled his bare toes uneasily on the line, as he bounded Venezuela in a high, sweet voice; then he cast a quick, shamefaced, but wholly sympathetic glance at Jane, which she felt rather than saw, but it comforted her. She and Robert were near neighbors, and when they were children had played together a great deal.
But the worst came when one of the committeemen addressed the school, and in the course of his remarks said distinctly that intellect was not to be measured by size, and he often noticed that the smallest scholars had their lessons much better than those who were taller and older. Jane felt that he referred to her and little Hattie Baker and the bounding of Uruguay. Her cheeks burned hotter and hotter. Maria Starr, who was three desks off in the same row, leaned forward until she could see her, and tittered. Mary Etta, in the seat behind, pulled her sister's arm to make her stop, but she did not heed.
Jane saw the committee and the strange lady and gentleman go out, while the teacher stood courtesying at the door, and all through a nearing cloud of tears. When the door closed after the company she hooped her arms around her face, and laid it down on the desk. The teacher came and stood beside her, and asked her what the matter was. Jane only shook her head and wept. "Are you sick?" asked the teacher, bending low over her.
"No, ma'am," sobbed Jane. She would not say another word, and the teacher went back to her desk and called a class. "Jane," she said presently, in a clear, authoritative voice, "You may go out and get a pail of water." The teacher meant it very kindly; it was considered quite a privilege to get a pail of water, and then pass it around in a tin dipper; she thought it would serve to distract Jane's mind from her grief, whatever it might be. But it was dreadful for poor Jane to pull herself up to her full height and crawl slowly down the aisle, with her arms crooked in a pink ring around her face, and all the school looking. She stumbled over a nail, and everybody tittered, and the teacher called out, "Hush!" sharply.
Jane went out with the water pail, but instead of filling it from the pump near the school house she sat it down on the platform and fled desperately down the road to a little bridge over a brook. Her mind was made up, she would not go back to school, she had never been so miserable in her life, and the misery was all the greater because she was ashamed of it and ashamed to confess it. She did not want to tell even her mother that she minded so much because she was tall; she crouched low down in the bushes and wept. Presently she heard a quick patter of bare feet on the bridge, then a break in the bushes. "Hallo!" called a hesitating voice.
Jane made no sound. "Ho, you needn't play you ain't there," said the voice. "I see you come in here. was looking out of the window. I raised my hand when teacher asked where you was, and she sent me out here to fetch the water, and to tell you to come in.
Jane looked up and saw a boy's face peering down at her from the top of the bank, his brown cheeks flushing, his red lips parting in a bashful laugh. "I ain't ever going back to school. Robbie," said Jane with a sob. All the old childish comradeship seemed to come back to her, she had not seen much of him for a year or two; she had played more with girls. "I don't care, you're the prettiest girl school anyhow," said Robert in a shamefaced way.
"Why, Robert Carnes! I ain't." "Yes, you are." Robbie--maybe I shall be--taller than I am now." "I don't care if you are, you'll always the prettiest. Come along." "I ain't going back to school." "Teacher won't like it." "I can't help it." "Oh, come along." "I won't." The girl's pink face turned toward him like a pink flower from the bushes. There was a look in it that the bov knew well. He knew that when his old playmate said "I won't" in that tone, she didn't. Robert seated himself on the bank a and began to whistle.
Jane looked at him: she could see his slender shoulders in his little homemade blue and white shirt, and his handsome face gazing ahead abstractedly as he whistled. "Why don't you go back to school?" she asked hesitatingly. "Oh, I ain't going back ain't." "Why not, I'd like to know?" "'Cause I ain't. Say, Mary Etta has got her head down on her desk crying cause you don't come in, and I seen Maria passing along some crab apples to put in your desk." Jane said nothing. Robert whistled again.
Jane waited a minute. "Well, I'll come," said she. "'You go ahead and get the water." There was a leap of bare feet over the bridge, and Jane came out from the swarm of flower butterflies, with undefined conviction that brought comfort in her childish heart, that however tall she grew, although she might outgrow all her dresses, she would never outgrow love. -Mary E. Wilkins in Boston Globe.
Eyes Made to Order. A writer has been paying a visit to a specialist in the art of making artificial human eyes, and found upward of 4,000 on the premises. Despite the large amount of choice which such a number must offer, the visitor was told that in most cases it was necessary to make a size to order. "I suppose," it was observed, "you manage to get good prices for your eyes?" "Sometimes," was the reply, "but you would be astonished at the way some people will haggle after a few shillings in the price of this specially designed article." The firm has a large hospital connection, and patients are sent to them for the purpose of having new eyes fitted as well as supplied. It is sad to learn that many dealers, who merely buy, are not at all particular as to whether they fix a right eye into a left socket, or vice versa, as long as they have in stock something approaching in color to the remaining optic.
-London Optician. Invention of the Typewriter. The typewriter was invented as long ago as 1714 by one Henry Mills, who in that year obtained a patent in this country for a device that "would write printed characters one at a time, or one after the other." There is no description of this device to be had now, but there is no doubt that Mills' invention was the parent of the present typewriter. In 1833 a French patent was granted to M. Progrin (Xavier), of Marseilles, for a typewriter, which is called a typographical machine.
The account of the machine is somewhat obscure, but enough is given to show that it was an operative one by which typewriting could be fairly well executed. M. Foucalt sent to the Paris exhibition in 1855 a writing machine for the blind, and several typewriters were invented by Wheatstone. After successive improvements a manufacturer in America contracted to construct 25,000. -New York Press.
He Couldn't Recognize French Money. It requires very elastic credulity to accept in these days of universal commerce the existence of a railroad employe who had never seen a French 1 bank note, and who, when he did, considered it some sort of an advertising circular. But such a fellow did exist, and he worked on the railway that runs out to Sceaux. One day he found on the platform four bank notes of 100 francs each, put them in his pocket and said, "Some nice women on the top; I'll take 'em home to my little boy." Thanks to his ignorance, he was only able when he got home at night to present his son with three pictures. The boy carried them to school the next day, and at recess was about cutting out the "nice women," when the teacher saw what he was doing.
"Where did you get these notes?" he demanded. "Father gave them to me." "What for?" "To play with." "Very well; shall take charge of them." They went together to the police station, and there the matter was satisfactorily explained. The money had been lost by a market woman, and she was so delighted at receiving the best part of it that she actually handed one of the bank notes to the man, exclaiming: "Here, take this, you old fool, and if you didn't know before what it was, you will know in the Corespondent Boston Herald. An Extensive Salt Mine. The most extensive salt mine in the world is in Wieliezka, near Cracow, Austro-Hungary.
For 600 years it has been constantly worked, and from it 55,000 tons of salt are annually taken. The mass of salt in it is estimated to be 500 miles long, 20 miles broad and 1,200 feet in depth. Its collective galleries are fully 30 miles in length, and its lower levels contain streets and houses, making it a complete underground Blade..