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one was greatly surprised when it was announced that Lyniau Hart's home and household effects were to be at public auction by the Sheriff of the county. He had "failed," and now he was to be "sold out." Many of his neighbors said they were "dreadful sorry for the Harts." They declared it was "all Lymau's own fault." Old Nat Dake, the richest man in town, and one who had never been known to give away a dollar, said, sagely: "It is all very well to talk about gen'rosity, but there's such a thing as being just before you are gen'rous, 1 and I've told Lyman Hart so many a time. No man can give away as reckless as he did and keep a roof over his Charity's all right, but the place for it to begin is at home. There ain't been a week in the past ten years when Lyman Hart ain't had Borne one haugiii' on to him that hadn't no claim on him. an' that he'd ought to have sent to the poorhouso.

And now he's btiiig soid out because he can't pay his taxes nor the mortgages on his place and furniture." but" "every" One knew, that he held most of the notes and mortgages Lyman Hart could not pay. They knew chat these notes and mortgages called for a rate of interest higher than old Xat Drake could have exacted had he not taken advantage of Lymuu Hart's extreme necessity. They knew further that Nat Dake had long coveted the Hart farm because it adjoined his own, and that he secretly rejoiced over the distress which enabled him to take the farm Jroni Lyman Hart. Even his kinder and truer friends of the opinion that Lyman Hart had not been wise. "He Itas taken in and done for them (that had no earthly claim on him," garrulous old Ann Haskins, who had known Lyman from his boyhood, and whose sorrow for him was sincere.

"What earthly claim did his cousin's widow and her three children have on him that he should keep them a Whole year after his cousin died and left them without a penny in the World? when old Nancy David's hus- on the porch and read, in a strident voice, the order of the court for the sale of the property. Then he took off his coat and hat, pushed up his shirt sleeves as if preparing for a hand-to- hand conflict, and called out: "And now, ladies and gentlemen, how much am I offered for this fine property, worth six thousand dollars if it's worth a cent? Fifty acres of it are under cultivation and one hundred more in pasture and woodland, with a good ten-roomed house, fine barn and other outbuildings all thrown in. Here they are, ladies and gents. The place would be dirt cheap at six. or even seven thousand dollars, and I'm much? How much do I hear to start the thing?" "One thousand dollars," said a small man with a squeaky voice, standing directly below the auctioneer.

One thousand dollars!" roared the auctioneer. "Put that man out! If I hear an offer of less than four thousand dollars there'll be trouble!" "Four thousand dollars!" called out -o7d Dake, iu his bold, liars!) voice. tapy las nttitotiaii to Ijto endlton be taken Hi. and died after sen. Amonc Us lot instructions to me was a request that I should and pay Lyman Hart themoney due him, with full intereat.

Marc than this, he charged me to add to it any sum that might be needed to free Lyman Hart from debt I was solemnly urged to do this to show my lore and gratitude to one who, he MANOTAOTUBERB OF the poorhouse, if Lyman Hart didn't meet the keeper of the poor farm with old Nancy in his wagon, and because was wailing and crying, what did fcyman do? He just got right out of his wagon and lifted her and her poor little bundle of clothes into it, and took her home with him, and kept her there until she died, two years later." "He said he did it because old Nancy and his mother had been great friends, and because he said Nancy had been good to him when he was a boy, and had nursed his mother through her last sickness. That was Lyme Hart all over." Lyman, in his great generosity, had Often loaned money unwisely. He had endorsed notes for others because they jwere unfortunate, and he had bad Tery many of the notes to pay. The generous man had recognized, possibly ftrithout sufficient carefulness, the high law comprehended In the words, "Bear ye one another's burdens." This liad made him a brother to any one iu trouble, and opened his heart to every cry of the needy. And now he was to be sold out under the red flag of the Sheriff! Every one knew that old Nathaniel Dake would bid in the house and farm, for he held heavy mortgages them, and there was no one else In the neighborhood able to buy them.

Sue household furniture, live stack farming utensils were also to be under a chattel mortgage, and the jfood man and his wife and their cbil- tdren would be left almost penniless. had a cheerful and hopeful spirit, but it was no: to be wondered at that he was much cast down when the day of the sale came. He was saddened as much by a knowledge of the fact that those he had trusted bad been untrue to him as by the loss of Ma belongings. His plans for the future were vague and unformed. He was unfitted for anything but farming, and he did not wish to engage in any other occupation.

He would, he said, "begin over again," but he did not know where or how he was to begin. The day of the sale dawned clear bright. There had rarely been a fairer Juno day. The long piazza In froat of the house was filled with fur. attare and all sorts of household artl- toon to be scattered far and wide.

neighbors and strangers came in jFJMBt numbers to the sale and tramped "to and oat of the dismantled of them even peering into i and drawers. They all agreed Jt.wM-'too bad." but i that Lyman Hart worn that's something like," said Ben Jarrold. "but it isu't enough. Give lire anotheFbTd! "iFs thousand dollars this minute." On the outskirts of the crowd a man whom uo one knew called out iu i loud distinct voice: ''Five thousand dollars!" Every one turned and looked at him. Old Nat Dake started and stared at the stranger with a scowl.

His mortgage was for four thousand dollars, and he had expected to bid in the farm for that sum. His savage glance did not disturb the stranger. He was a tall man, not over thirty years of age, with a smooth, sunburned face. "Now that is something like, ladies and gents!" roared Ben Jarrold. "Five thousand will do very well to begin with, but it isn't near its value.

I'm offered five thousand dollars. Five thousand, five thousand dollars. Five thousand, five thousand, am I offered six?" "Fifty-oi-e hundred!" called out Nat Dake. "Fifty-five hundred!" said the stranger, and poor Lyman's face brightened. This would enable him to pay antTsave and farming implements.

said, was the friend of the friendless and the helper of the helpless. My friends, I am here to pay that debt" There was a wild outburst of applause, in the midst of woich Lynian Hart stole forward ami put his arms I around Harvey Mercer and hid his bearded face on, the young man's shoulder. When the applause had died away, Nat Dake, his face a picture of baffled desire and fierce resentment, said, snceringly: "All right, young man, all right, but it won't be very long before Lyme Hart will be sold out by the Sheriff again, if he's as big a fool in the future as he has been in the past." When that time comes, we will hope that some other man who owes him a debt of gratitude will come to his relief," said Harvey Mercer, and the rrowd cheered again, while the dis- creditor stalked down the thumping each step saiagely with his cane. In ten minutes Lyman Hart's neighbors, men and women, were at work jutting down carpets and carrying iu "urniture, and old Ann Haskins said Susan Marsh, as they made a bed tojretiicr in one of the bedrooms that had been restored to order: "I have thought, an' I allus will think, an' I allus have said, an' I allus will say, that the Lord don't allow any to go unrewarded. He puts i it down in the book of His romem- WhitePine.

Yellow Pine, Hemlock, Poplar and Oak coring, Siding, Ceiling, Finishing, MILLS YARDS O'DONNEL, CAMPRUN, AND NEW BETHLEHEM, L. C. R'Y. Doors, Sash, Columns, Corner Blocks, Stair Work, Frame Brackets, Shingles, Lath fcc. face was dark with rage, and his keen gray eyes flashed as he snarled out: "Fifty-six hundred!" "Fifty-seven!" cried the stranger.

"Fifty-eight hundred!" cried Nat Dake, between his set teeth. He loved money, but he loved his'own way, and he would spend his dearly prized money rather than be thwarted in anything on which he had set his heart. "Fifty-nine hundred. 1 tailed out the stranger, coolly. "Six thousand!" almost shrieked Nat Dake, whereupon the stranger called out: "Seven thousand!" This is something like!" exclaimed the auctioneer, gleefully rubbing his hands.

"How is it. Brother Dake? Will you make it seven thousand five hundred?" Nat Dake hesitated a moment; then he said, savagely; "Yes, I will!" "Good enough!" said Ben. "And now will the "Eight thousand!" exclaimed the whereupon Nat Dake, livid with rage, mounted the piazza steps and called out, defiantly: "Who be you, and how, does any one know that you're making a real bony tidy bid? There's some trick about this! Folks ain't round giving eight thousand dollars for five or six thousand dollar farms! Who be you, and. what proof have we got that you mean what you say?" The stranger came forward, mounted the steps, and stood on the other side of Ben "My name," he said, "is Harvey Mercer, and here, is evidence of my good faith." He drew forth a large leather wallet bulging with bills, and held it up for an to see. "Some of you," he said, "remember David Mercer, who lived here maiiy years ago." "I do!" cried several voices at once.

"He was my father, and I was born on the old Mercer place down by the ferry, about two miles from here. Lyman Hart and my father were boys and when, after they were men, trouble came to my father, Mr. Hart befriended him in many ways. He became security for my father on note for fifteen hundred dollars, and the first mortgage the generous man put on this place, I am told, was 'to raise the money to pay that note. "My father went the West, where lie engaged in mining, but for twenty- Ire yean iie nothing bat 111 lock.

He knew wone poverty then ever be aaew bere, until three ago, wfcfn, bv Wertern brance. an' some time, an' iu some He it be ain't forgot it." "I reckon you're right, Ann," said Susan. "I know that you are." said Lyman Hart, who chanced to overhear what Ann had Magazine. How He Tried to Get Solid. said the new asistant editor of the Eagleville Beak, "I am going to arrange matters so that it will be easy for me to marry into a wealthy family." Old Horace Bowlders, the richest man in the town, had been out riding a spirited horse during the afternoon.

The animal had become frightened, and Mr. Bowlders had jumped off. No damage whatever was done, but the assistant editor saw an opportunity to play a good card or two, and he was not disposed to miss it. Henrietta Bowlders was not the prettiest girl in town; still, she was what might be called good looking, and, being an only child, her prospects were excellent. So Mr.

Snipley, the assitant editor, who was running the paper alone while his chief was away fishing, hurried to the office of the Beak, after seeing Horace Bowlders jump from his horse, and wrote this item for the afternoon edition: "Everybody in Eagleville will be sorry to know that while our esteemed Horace Bowlders, was out riding his spirted charger to-day the animal became frightened and the old gentleman, who is still as spry as a boy in spite of his many years, dismounted without sustaining any injury Times-Herald. General Office, NEW BETHLEHEM, PA. The Things Happen. The following excerpt from Margaret Macauley's. little volume on her brother, which was printed iu ISGi for private circulation, shows Macauley's catlike ability always to fall on his feet "One day Tom said jokingly that there -are some things which always inclined him to believe in the predominance to evil in the world.

Such, he said, as bread always falling on the buttered side and the thing you want always being the last you come to. "Now, I will take up volume after volume of this Shakespeare to look for "Hamlet." You will see that I shall come to it last of The first volume he took up opened on Every one laughed. 'What can be a stronger proof of what I said? cried he; 'for the first time in my life I wished what I was looking for would come up last, and for the first time in my life it has come up The More the Merrier. As a certain country manor in Derby- shire there lived many years ago a jocund squire noted as much for his love of a good joke as for his sporting Being out hunting one day, he rode so well that the only rider iu front of him was his servant, Sammy. He.

however, soon disappeared, as, in vaulting a hedge, be dropped into an old disused quarry on the other side. The squire, close on Sammy's heels, immediately followed. He found Sammy shouting warning as hard as his lungs would permit, but he stopped him with: "Sam! Sam! Sam: tha' silly fool; hold thy noise and let a few more come Spare Moments. A Peculiar Predicament. Says the London Graphic! "A claim ant at Liverpool protested against the 'gross Injustice' of putting him on the list of voters woman, which, the Liberal agent said, had been caused by a printer's error.

In the list the applicant appeared Louisa Instead cf Loula, This man not a said the Revising Barriattr. 'Bat be ia list as a woman. and I lack power to aava. I'matHMa. moam ago, warn, a ana I lack h.

rwjiglg THE SHOPPER ABROAD. He la Not as Easily Salted in France as He in America. Men accustomed to American clothes are great sufferers in France. It is almost impossible in Paris to get a proper string tie. French collars are ugly in too low for American and made of heavy linen.

French collar buttons are beneath contempt; they are a joke, and it is an unwise man who has loss than three before him when he starts to unite his thick, badly fitting collar to his worse-fitting shirt French shirts are invaribly too low in the neck and have yards of superfluous cloth in them. It is impossible to buy in France a negligee shirt with collar attached, although some of the English places will make them at a. high price. Shoes are clumsy and dear and the shape of the French hat is not to be trusted. That any of these things shall be all right, one must go to the English tailors and outfitters who have established shops in Paris.

These places, while never the equal of the London places, are much, more expensive, says the New York Tribune. On the whole, unless a man makes periodical visits to London. he is pretty badly off in Paris so far as clothes are concerned. A woman is worse off, for she can rarely find the things she misses in the London shops. In regard to all cotton things, the Paris shops are huge failures.

Decent sheets are a pair in Paris and, while elaborately trimmed and hand made, underwear is cheaper there than here. Good-fitting, nicely made garments cannot be found for a. moderate price. The woman of limited means sighs for the American shops when her stock of underwear gets low. It is absolutely impossible for a woman to find a decent linen collar in Paris or a ready-made shirt waist that will pass muster.

She is. Indeed, fortunate if she can get anything of this sort properly made to order at a high price. French women wear cheap underwear and clumsy shoes; the footgear thai a French woman shows when lifting her skirt is astonishing. Stockings are expensive and badly shaped, unless one pays the equivalent of 70 cents a pair. This refers only to cotton and lisle-thread stockings, for silk stockings are included among the luxurious articles that are cheap.

On the whols, it is cotton and woolen goods that are expensive in France. These articles should he cheaper in England than they are in America, and they are; but they are so poorly made as to be impossible for American taste. In combining comfort and style with a modest price, no European country equals America. The Idea Is To put a suit of clothes on you that will give you the Best Appearance Possible. I You should have your clothing made in the Correct Style aud in the way that produces the best result M.

You can get all the above in a suit from ON'T BE PERSUADED ON'T BE By prejudiced minds, but call and see for yourselves. I take pleasure in ANNOUNCING TO THE ptfBUC that I am better than ever before prepared to supply THE LOWEST PRICE Furniture, Wall Paper, Window Blinds, Pictures, Picture Frames, Paints, Oils, Stains, Varnishes, Etc. YOUR PATRONAGE SOLICITED. J. A.

BARR, Hawthorn, Pa. Our Po5lal System. For the first time since 1SS3 oar postal revenues exceeded the expenditures. In that year there was a surplus of nearly $3,000,000, the second since 1865 (the first being about in 1882), and congress got so excited about it that the rate of letter postage was reduced from three cents a half ounce to two everywhere in the United States. This caused a change In of 13,000,000 from the credit to the debit side of the account, making ar difference in revenues of more than $4,000,000 in year.

To offset tali in 1816, pined an act making the lettar nfe two nau ouaoe or tncttoD tbwMt ta; that J. P. WEIGAND JOHN FUHS, Practical Tailors, At Rooms formerly used by H. Meder. Fall and Winter Samples on Come in and Inspect pur Work VvT'i GOODS STOCK.