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Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-12-13

over all the rest of the stream, but
the white and black face Of the falls
still flashed from a window in the
great house of crystal, and threw out
a voice of desolation.
Sacobie Bear, q full-blooded Mic
mac, uttered grunt of relief when
his ears caught the below Of Stone
Arrow Falls. He stood still, end
turned his head from side to side,
questioning.
Good" he said. Big Rattle off
there. Archer's camp over there. |
go there. Good 'nough!'
He hitched his old smoothbore
rifle higher under his arm and con-
tinued his journey. Sacobie had
tramped many miles--all the way
from ice-prisoned Fox Harbor. His
papoose was sick. His squaw was
hungry Sacobie's belt was drawn
tight.
During all that weary journey his
old rifle had not banged once, al
though few eyes save those of timber
wolf and lynx were sharper in the
hunt than Sacobie's. The Indian was
Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-12-13
NO. 49,.
WISE WORDS.

Lots more men would be good hus-
bands if it weren't so mighty dull.
A girl learns to love swimming
very early when she has good
figure.
When you see red-headed widaw
it's sign her husband isn't sorry
he is dead.
When a woman isn't afraid of be-
ing rained on it's sign it's her own
complexion.
A man doesn't have to mertion
lawyers in his will for them to Sec
big share Of it.
The bigger hurry man is in to
get married the longer he will have
to figure out why.
Any man can get reputation for
knowing more than he does If he will
keep his mouth shut.
One of the queerest things about
being in love is the way the idiots
think they fool the people.
When a girl is too refined to help
make up the beds it's a sign she
doesn't think her mother is.
A man could afford to have lot
more bad habits II some of his good
ones weren't just as expensive.
Girls have such flnicky notions
most of them would like to marry
man to match their compilations.
It may be wicked to lie to woman
about how beautiful she lie, but it's
mighty easy to be popular that way.
You could never make a woman
believe a preacher who thought her
child was a girl when it was boy.
A married man gets lots more fun
on fishing party than other kinds
because the family never wants to
go along.
1t isn't what you spend on boys
college education that costs so much
as what it costs you afterward to
support him up to ii.
Either you tell people the truth
about themselves and are hated by
them for boor, or you don't, and
everybody else denounces you for a
hypocrite.
A nice thing about having your
family away for the summer is no
matter how late you come home IN
the morning you don't have to take
your shoes off to go upstairs.
One of the inconsistencies of this
world is that if you have no money
you have to spend to keep up appear
ances; but if you have plenty you
can let appearances 60 hang.-From
Reflections of Bachelor in the
New York Press.
Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-12-13

Then he gathered together a few
plugs of tobacco, some tea, flour and
dried fish.
Sacobie watched him with freshly
aroused interest.
More tobac, please" he said.
"Squaw, he smoke, too
Archer added a couple of sticks of
the black leaf to the pile.
"Bacum, too" said the Micmac.
"Bacum better nor fish, anyhow.
Archer shook his head.
You'll have to do with the fish, ="
he replied; "but I'll give you tin of
condensed milk for the papoose.' -
"Ah! ah. Him good stuff" ex-
claimed Sacobie.
Archer considered the provisions
for a second or two.
Then, going over to dunnage bag
near his bunk, he pulled its contents
about until he found a bright red
silk handkerchief and a red fannel
shirt. Their color was too gaudy for
his taste. "These things are for your
squaw," he said.
Sacobie was delighted. Archer
tied the articles into neat pack and
stood 1t in the corner, beside his
guests rifle.
Now you had better turn in," he
said, and blew out the light.
In ten minutes both men slept the
sleep of the weary. The fire, great
mass of red Goals, faded and flushed
like some fabulous jewel. The wind
washed over the cabin and fingered
the caves, and brushed furtive hands
against the door.
1t was dawn when Archer awoke.
He sat up In his bunk and looked
about the quiet, gray-lighted room.
Sacobie Bear was nowhere to be seen.
He glanced. at the corner by the
door. Rifle and pack were both gone
He looked up at the rafter, where his
slab of bacon was always hung. 1t,
too, was gone!
He jumped out of his bunk and
ran to the door. Opening 1t, he
Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-12-13

looked out. Not breath of air
stirred. In the east, saffron and
scarlet, broke the Christmas morn
ing, and blue on the white surface
of the world lay the imprints of sa-
cobie's round snow-shoes.
For a long time the trapper stood
in the doorway in silence, looking
out at the stiffness and beauty
Poor Sacobie!" he said, after a
while. "Well, he's welcome to the
bacon, even II 1t Is all had"
He turned to light the fire and pre-
pare breakfast. Something at the
foot Of his bunk caught his eye.
He went over and took 1t up. 1t
was a cured skin--a beautiful speci-
men of fox. He turned it over. and
on the white hide an uncultured hand
had written, with charred stick,
Archer"
"Well, bless that old redskin!' ex-
claimed the trapper, huskily. "Bless
his puckered eyes! Who'd have
thought that l should get Christ
mas present?"-Youth's Companion.
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Archer sat by the rude hearth
If his Big Rattle camp, brood lN
Ing in a sort of tired content lRsx
ment over the splitting fagots .sfyS
Of var and glowing Goals OF lgassI
birch
It was Christmas eve. He had been
ont on his snowshGes all that day,
and all the day before, springing his
traps along the streams and putting
his deadfalls out of commission
rather queer work for trapper to be
about.
But Archer, despite all his gloomy
manner, was really sentimentalist,
who practiced what he felt.
christmas is season of peace on
EARTH" he had told himself, while de-
molishing the logs of sinister dead
fall with his ak; and now the remem-
brance Of his quixotic deed added a
brightness to the fire and to the
rough, undecorated walls OF the
camp.
Outside the wind ran high In the
forest, breaking and sweeping tide
like over the reefs of treetops.
The air was bitterly cold. Another
voice, almost as fitful as the sough of
the wind, sounded across the night.
1t was the waters Of Stone Arrow
Falls, above Big Rattle.
The frosts had drawn their bonds
of ice and blankets of silencing snow
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would have been prone In the
snow by that time.
But Sacobie, with his head down
and his round snowshoes padding.
padding! like the feet Of frightened
duck, raced with death toward the
haven Of Archer's cabin.
Archer was dreaming of a Christ
mastime in great, far-away city
when he was startled by rattle on
his door, like weak blows from NIT
tened hands. He sprang across the
cabin and pulled open the door.
A short, STOPPING figure shuflled in
and reeled against him. A rifle In a
wooden case clattered at his feet.
"Mer' Christmas! How-do?" said
weary voice.
Merry Christmas, brother!" re-
piled Archer. Then, BLESS me, but
it's Sacobie Bear! Why. what's the
matter, Sacobie?"
Heap tired! Heap hungry" re-
piled the Micmac, sinking to the
floor.
Archer lifted the Indian and car
ried him over to the bunk at the far
ther end of the room. He filled his
iron pot-spoon with brandy, and in
serted the point of it between Sa-
cobie's unresisting jaws. Then he
loosened the Micmac's coat and shirt
and belt He removed his mocassins
and stockings and rubbed the
straight, thin feet with brandy.
After a while Sacobie Bear opened
his eyes and gazed up at Archer.
Good" he said. John Archer,
he heap fine man, anyhow. Mighty
good to poor Injun Sacobie, too.
Plenty tobac, I s'pose. Plenty of
rum, too"
mo more rum, my son. replied
Archer, tossing what was left in the
mug against the log wall, and cork
ing the bottle. "And no smoke until
you have a feed. What do you say
to bacon and tea? Or would timed
! beef suit you better?"
"Bacum." replied Sacobie.
He hoisted himself to his elbow
and wistfully shifted the fumes of
brandy that came from the direction
Of his bare feet. Heap waste of
good rum, me t'ink," he said.
"You ungrateful little beggar!"
laughed Archer, as he pulled fry
ing-pan from under the bunk
BY the time the bacon was fried
and the tea stepped. Sacobie was suf-
ficiently revived to leave the bunk
and take seat by the fire.
He ate as all hungry Indians do;
and Archer looked on in wonder and
whimsical regret, remembering the
miles and miles he had tramped with
that bacon on his back.
"Sacobie, you will kill yourselfl"
he protested.
"Sacobie no kill himself now" re-
piled the Micmac, as he bolted a
brown slice and mouthful of hard
bread. "Sacobie more like to kill
himself when he empty. Want to
live when he chock-full. Good fun
Tank you fer more tea"
Archer filled the extended mug
and poured In the long
sweet min" they call it in that region
'Wnat brings you SO far from Fox
Harbor this time OF year?" inquired
! Archer.
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Keeling with hunger and
weakness, but he held brave
ly on.
A white man, no matter
how courageous and sinewy,
would bava hoap prone in tho
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A Sectarian Contributor.

An absent-minded woman walked
into the church, took front seat
and Joined in the service vigorously.
Then the collection basket was
passed to her, and, putting a coin
into it, she looked about. She cast
glances in every direction, her mind
cleared, and an expression of amaze
ment overspread her face. She got
up. She hurled down the aisle. She
overlook tho man with the collection
basket. I'm - the wrong church."
she whispered, aad, taking out the
coin she had put IL, she hurried
forth. Inter-O.e can.
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Essential to Christian Character.

Giving is essential to the COM
pleteness of Christian character. 1t
is the crowning grace because 1t is
the manifestation of the highest ex-
cellence. 1t is the result of sympa-
thy, unselfishness, of contact with
Christ, of drinking in of His Spirit.
DR.. Alexander Maclaren.
Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-12-13
Two Stockings.

In her little stocking
Betty Baby found,
First, tiny golden ring
Set with rubies round,
Then lovely dolly,
Beautiful to see,
Bonbons, cakes and sugar toys,
Happy Baby she.
In her little stocking
Polly Baby found,
First, stick of candy,
Then an apple round,
Then pair of mittens,
Fitting perfectly;
That was all, but none the less,
Happy Baby she!
Youths Companion.
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Out of the Hurly-Bur1y.

janet never had such a miser-
able Christmas month In all my life y
Martha-'What's the matter?'
Jane-"Why, I got silly fit, and
did all my Christmas shopping two
months ago"
Los Angeles herald., 1906-05-06

bridge can't stand it much longer, and there
amt another within thirty miles"
What scampering there was among those
whose homes were on the other bank! And
how Sam ran, in order not to lose a min
ute! He was among the first to reach the
entrance; but one or two had been swifter
than he, and had arrived thereto be kept
bach, by the bridgetender and policeman. an
you can't cross now, boys" said the
bridge-tender, kindly. I'm two minutes more
there won't be any bridge left here Hark!
hear her crack"
Sure enough, from within the long dark
structure came creaks and snappings like
those of a ship laboring in a heavy sea; but,
creaks, she holds" did not apply. to this
case. as everybody could see for himself.
What are we going to do?" exclaimed the
boys. looking across to that opposite shore,
beds and hot suppers were. I'VE can't camp
out here in the mud very well, and it II take
till Tomorrow noon to get around by Porter
Vile"
Boys" said he, "you viii spend the night
at the school-house We shall furnish you
with mattresses and provisions, and you ought
to be pretty comfortable there. How do you
like the plan%
They liked it very much. indeed-and said
So Their longing for warm beds and hot
suppers vanished before the. prospect of a
whole nights gipsying, with the skyarking
which would certainly accompany it.
Mr.. Aorist was to remain with them, it
is true, but even he could not expect sixty
bows to bivouac in his school-room without
making more or less noise, and enjoying
themselves to reasonable-perhaps slightly
ACKNOWLEDGMENT Besides. they would
have classical authority for so doing, since the
Greeks are generally understood to have had
some rather jolly times in their camp be-
fore Troy.
So three rousin9 cheers were given for the
committeeman, and three more for "ham sand
wiches' (Which he intimated would be sup
piled in vast quantties), and everybody felt
perfectly willing to stay where he was until
No, not quite everybody. There was one
exception-Sam.
Who was to help mother? Who would do
all the thousand-andone little things which
must be done that evening and next morn.
ing? Mother could not milk, nor carry in the
heavy armfuls Of wood. nor ought she to go
out to the barn in the gloomy chilly time
before sunrise to feed Spotty and bring water
from the well
And then Sam thought of his mother alone
in the little house all night, with her son sep
arated from her by an impossible river, per
haDs unable to return for many hours He
Los Angeles herald., 1906-05-06

great event of the spring was taking place.
The ice was going out. Away up and down,
as far as he could see, the broad river was
a mass of hurrying, white blocks. crowding
ON one another and jamming against the
shores and the bridge piers as If they really
must have more room, or else do something
desperate; while, mixed among them, hun
dreds of logs which had lain frozen in all win
ter, waiting their day of release ieaped into
the air, or rolled heavily about like so many
sea monsters. 1t was wonderful sight. and
Sam would have liked to spend the whole
forenoon watching it; but the bell was ring
ing, and he had barely time to get into Mr..
Aorst's room before the session began
Sam found studying difficult task that
day, and so did the rest of the boys. Every
body wanted to be at the river to see the
freshet that is, everybody except Mr.. Aorist,
who Glanced to be fearfully cross, and kent
the whole school an hour later than usual
because it had been SO inattentive-as if the
ice went out every day in the year, or would
wait until Mr.; Aorist was, perfectly willing
for it to start! And to add to the general
impatience, rumors had been flying about all
the morning to the effect that the flood was
the heaviest known for years; that the ice
had jammed at Moore's Island, and that the
river was rising ten feet an hour.
There never were such number of acute
"hdgets anywhere as in, the high-school
room during that tremendously long extra
hour.
But Mr. Aorist didn't mind. He cared
nothing for any freshet later than that in
the River Scamander during the siege OF
Troy
Still everything comes to an end some time
or other, and at last the released prisoners
were rushing river,.ward through the melting
snow like a heard of young buffaloes and
caring as little for splashes and spatters' aAu
There was something worth seeing. too.
when they plunged into the crowd of snec, nee,
tators along the shore. They saw the same
rushing mass of ice and logs as in the morn.
ing but how much broader and higher-even
with the lofty banks
Over on the other side the flood reacbed
the second-story windows of the brick stores
on Main street, and Lyken's coal shed bmr'
led almost out of sight under a pile Of ice.
blocks, was tottering and trembling as If n
knew what danger it was in. Then The br;dgs
why, actually, the bridge was hardly foot
above the riyeri
Icerafts bumped against It, great loOs
pounded it like batteringrams, and even while
the boys gazed, they saw the last inch of free
ed to swim upon the icy torrent.
"Home, fellows, quick as you can" shout-
ed Mart Smith. "or wen be cut off! That
Los Angeles herald., 1906-05-06

could not ,bear, the idea; He must get across.
"Here! here!" cried the bridgetender. Stop
that boy! Stop him! He'll be drowned" !"
Somebody had rushed down the road, eludcd
arms of the tall police officer who attempted
to seize him. and disappeared into the dark
entrance. Sam had made up his mind, and
was on his way home.
hoor, and its floating burden crowded against
the frai wooden walls, which, broken through
in several places admitted masses of ice TO
cumber the roadway.
structions, and sometimes was nearly swept
away in the rush of turbid water across
his. path
thereto its own groans, and complainings,
while the whole fabric shook and swayed SO
violently the boy was barely able to maintain
his footing.
Crash! snap!
A great pine log forty feet long, tore
through the side like an enormous arrow, and
remained sticking among the rent planks
Another crash, and the flooring split open be-
fore the impact of huge cake of ice. Another,
and the roof was torn apart directly over
Sans head. showering him with splinters and
flying shingles, He scarcely knew where he
was o., what, he was doing, SO bewildering
were the darkness, the distractions and the
terrible noises on every side. He only felt
that he must struggle onward as fast as pos
sible. He had confused sense of climbing
over ice, wading through water, leaping across
broken timbers, and finally. of being swept
forward by great rush of something, in
which he was violently pushed, pulled and
twisted on to firm land.
'You crazy boy!" exclaimed the stout lum-
herman, who, at the risk of his life had
plunged into the h !, wreck E Of shattered tim
lust second before the whole bridge was
swept, an utter ruin down stream. "You crazy
boyl What under the sun did you run across
there for, Why didn't you stay where you
Sam, recovering his breath with an effort,
looked up wonderingly.
"Why, you see" he said, "shes all alone
mother is. wanted to get home to mother"
Well Sam did get home to mother. who
bors told her) how he got home, and what
a narrow chance it had been of his never get
ting home at all.
For Sam didn't say a single word about
his experience on the bridge, but simply walk
ed into the house, kissed his mother, brought
in the wood, MIXED Spotty. did the rest Of
the work as usual, and then sat down to keep
mother company-jnst what he had come home
for.
Los Angeles herald., 1906-05-06
Copyright by James Elverson)

EYV1T HAD rained for four days-nlnety-
b&I 4 six hours of constant downpour@
k9A until the streets were mere tor
ld&NBI rents of muddy water and the
49, hills peered out in long, brown
strips through the coating OF dlngy
snow that covered them. The roads were
very bad neither fit for wheels nor for run
ners; SO that, whether the farmers drove
into town in wagon or Sleigh they thought
they would have got along more easily with
whichever conveyance they didn't make use
of The maple trees were red with the con-
tinual soaking, and everything was wet,
dripping and uncomfortable, as is always the
case when spring begins in New England.
All this made more work than usual for
Sam He had to dig drains to keep the wa
ter out of the wood-shed; shovel snow of
the roof to keep the water out of the cham
hers: clear away snow-banks, to keep the
water out of the cellar; and then there was
the wood to bring in, Spotty, the COW, to
take care of, the fires TO build, and, finally
school to attend.
A bright, active boy was Sam Burton. He
and his widowed mother lived together in
the little cottage which Mr.. Burton had
left them, with enough money to make them
comfortable, but not enough to allow many
Injuries or unnecessary expenses. So Sam
''Want" advertisements say and soon proved
such capable. industrious fellow that he
was able TO do everything his mother couldn't
and shouldn't do, besides taking very good
rank in the high school. And if he was
sometimes so pressed by various duties that
he studied Homer" while milking Spotty,
or conquered a hard problem in ,"Loomis' Al,
zebra" and pile of tough oak wood at one
and the same time, why, / don't think it
did him any harm. At any rate, he was as
healthy and happy as any boy you are ever
likely to meet with, and enjoyed every min
ute of his life.
On this particular morning. however, there
was so much to be done that he had only
sufficient time after finishing his work to pull
on his rubber coat, give his mother the good
by kiss, as he always did when leaving her
and splash cheeriy away through the pud
dies under-foot and the rain overhead, unit
he came to the long, covered bridge at tn,
river, over which he passed every day tc
the high school on the opposite bank.
Here, Notwithstanding his haste, he coult
not help stopping minute or two. for the
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-01-03
MIXED TWINS.
OIcott Man Finds He Has Married the
 Other Woman.

OIcstt Man Finds He Has Married the
 Other Woman.
 PITTSBURG. Jan. 3.-Hyde J. Sum- mers, formerly of Pittsburg, now of Ol- colt, N T., has begun proceedings to annul his marriage, alleging he led the wrong girl to the altar.
 Summers says he offered himself in marriage to Ruth Bekman and was ac- cepted Ruth, the complaint says, had twin sister named Irene, and the two were identical in appearance.
 Several days after the wedding, Sum- mers ayers, he requested his wife to play the piano and sing for him. She played indifferently, he alleges. and could not sing. This aroused his sus- picions, as he knew that Ruth possessed a clear soprano voice.
 On this statement he seeks to prove his wife is Irene and not Ruth. The defendant denies any error has been made and declares she can sing with ability. The whole case will pivot on this point.
 Summers cites instances when Irene accompanied him to theater in Buff falo as a joke, he believing she was Ruth
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-01-03

ernor Higgins, which had been made during the contest, but believed the as. sembly should elect it's speaker, free from outside interference. He pointed to the many cases of precedent for electing man of experience and to the fact that Mr. Wainwright was entering upon his fifth term.
 Fred J. Gray (St. Lawrence second. ed the nomination of MT. Merritt.
 Mir. Agnew (New York;, sec0nding the nomination of Mir Wadsworth, said he had maintained that it wSG the right of the metropolitan district to have the speakership, but present conditions made that impracticable.
 MT. Hartman defied any man who should vote for Mir. Wadsworth to claim honestly that he believed he was voting for the man best fitted for the speakership. Any man who did not so vote was violating his oath and betray- ing the interests of his constituents. The executive, he declared, just at present has forgotten to mind his own business He paid high tribute to Mir. Wainwright for his character and record.
 The vote was then taken, and Mir. Wadsworth was nominated on the first ballot. which gave him 75 votes, Mer- ritt got IA and Wainwright 10; total vote, 104; necessary to choice, 54. :. Mir. Merritt moved to make the nomi- nation unanimous.
 Mir. Wainwright seconded the motion. He, too thanked those who had sup ported him and wished MT. Wadsworth every success.