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T.n-1 Stan-1-ird Oil rompnTiy, of i in-sburir, I'h., make a iiecialty 'Kianuru.-iuriii for the (iomes o tra le the finest brjinds of aaiiaatin au.l Lubrieaiics Oils, i'li'lsa and iasv!ii-e IKflQHPETROLEOI. 'ballon're comicirison with lvy knuwn product of petrol-f,Jm- If vim wish thu nnt ptiUEiariiily : Satisfictory : Oils Remarket ask for our.s. STANDARD OIL COMPANY, IITTSUriKt, 1A. 111 I R If BflfRI mgsss j' TESTER'S I INTERNATIONAL J Y DICTIONARY i i rut .. rv...i. -, !.,.., - -v. ....... . ,.u...: ........... 1 wore and prices , , .. L QSDUriC. April 13. 1IMW-11, Jl-'Jl'S W AKTF n r .11 n. , vt f-.-".-, . iVPli riil a r,r. rpHE I KthMAN Is the lane ...vrti,,uiiJ..).M-. I cmt.rl. lont loruet I - I.e. K. .1 ! II. . I l . l-i . . H' I a- f' i.. t To -. tV2r?V30DY USES IT. In. 1 ' o , 1 'laa Lui'jrclua. EVERY ONE FINDS A NEW USE. 'i'n'mm--wrnv -w wvTe '''"ll as. a i.A- ' The niost 8ncrctiful Ucmcdy ever rtlscor. a it i3 ccrtiiin la i is effects and doci not uiiicr. lU-aJ proof below : KENDALL'S SPHVIH CURE. Brlvkiucos. Pa., Jior. 27, Da. B. J. Ken ham. Co. : ejonff I woulil like romakf knivn to thoi who uv almoht ersuHlti t- uKeinlaUM Sfirivin Ciir the fact I '.Kit I think it Jsri itiot.rtlltnt Liniment have ust-U iton a UioilSpavia. Tlu- lur wont on .'hree ics fr ti.re yur& whrti I ttumiicnctd osu your Kond.iJi's Siaviu Cure. I tir. tn Im-tlfHontln- hre have witrko! liiui for tlirt--e y3arusiuc'ti ujit lm- not tiren lame. Vauia Ii ul, wai. A. CUKL. GzwVKSTctvrs, X. Nov. 2, t$M. Ia. 1:. J. Kf:xiAix LitoslJiirrThFalM. Vt, Jrit-: In prafef KfjjihiU's Suwiti Cnro I wUl pay. that ay arao I lia.l a nltiahle yomtu Ihhm imi ryiaiii, lan k t.;it:iri;;-.l uivl 5mmI-ii. T..j htnMmen ulHint l-'r ( wt imve im Vetrin;iry Stir kfU'lfl llt-rt) felt ellOll t tlU hllll'JfiOK( ItMMetl N1VU r ThomiiKhltin, iiii-v nil t;. tti. TW'n wn im ir il int-ar(if n .tii i..-.e!ipts.an'l 1 co-SitU-rtM hi:a ahi"-t uorMJi-s :. A in i:J nttof tiio merits t your KeTwi.iH's fc.:iV!i Onri', - 1 IsOUiXlit a iHitrli. ii! I full'! t fry laini v t-rr it im pro vt'i) ifn tn ii;ii:in! iu-i;. f ! i - i .s lu-f - tie Ji InntU waa i'.t:.l i;p I xv: . &;.t ; - Hi-.! t hat ir wna Jitiiii? hi m a ii n o i: -1. 1 U.uhi a mhhii.I lKtt! an.l iw f r it wii 1 iu it.v Kt.r- u an rn reil nnl lia 'scn in tut- tcai itonti heav work all th s,ain n:hh o I . A'.vinnwi;: po imire s:rm of it. I eoniiltr yifir !C''?i i.itr.H Stiuvm euro a valiiaide Mr.:i'.:ut', Mill I .s'mii.M 1 iu evvry ctal.le ia the laud. l.-i'i ir Hiv mil i-L'OKNt. DEWITT. Price $1 ptT lxt tie. or fix iwutlcs f.n $"i. All tlrtiff Cists havo itiorvu! st it for you, or it will be sent V any a!IrLs rcct'lpt f prit-t by the pmnrie- s. i. n. j. Ki:ii.i. cp., l.uuluri:b Fnll Vrrmtmt. VLI BY octio iio.ly. all mruiuasTs. .k my acoiilK for V. I.. DuuulaK Shnex. 11" not Iwr niile in your plnrr iik our linl-r to niiiil fir riilnliiunr ecurt ibr nu'iiir. nml aft thrm lir )it. if T. Iv E N M USTlTl Tll WHY IS THE W. L. DOUGLAS S3 SHOE CENTLEM EN ( THE BEST SHOE IN THE WORLD FOR THE MONEY? t It U a. s'anilt-4 sImm1, with no turks or wax thrt-ait to hurt thele'T; imtilo or the be?t tine calf, 6tvlWu uihI easy. aul Im-mum rt muke unrt' ahtH tf this rn (V tlmn ft ii v ttthrr nnitttjtt4-ttirrr. It equals haati si'w.'t! -.iitM-s iitinvt fri'iu to ."J'i.oii. SrZ 110 (iriuiini 1 1 mil-ewtl, the finest calf Mi t'vt-r tftlt-n-il fir fiVtio; iual Freucli 1iuiHrti'l iIkhh hh-h ot from t OA ,M lliind-fwrl Wi lt Shor. tlno rnlf. f st lisli, fuiiifstrtahh aiitl iliiraltle. The In-st sine evrr tJTrrttl at tli prlii ; saino i?raIe ax rus-tum-Mui'I'- shHs f -t in sr from JS'i.oii to $:'.'. 5 ,0 Police Mine, Fanni'M. itnlimaU Mtn tj30 uii'l l.t itt r l ai ritTsali vvrarthrui; tlnccalf, jn-nmltMs, Mn"i:i inshl heavy t iiree U'. rxten Kt n imI. one pair will wear n veur. OO ' rnlff no Ketter shtK? evor tTercil at OdCaa thirt prfe ; n trial wilt convince thomi w h-i want a jtn' fr cififrf ami service. f0 nml '.'.ilO Vorkititimnnit hhnes 4?. iiro very rii; aul luralle. Thixe who hnve jriven them a trial will wear 110 other make. QVts' 700 itiid !..?. school Hh'-ert arn &Zal vl JT D worn ly liie Imivh every where; theyail on tiieTr meritis ' inert-a.sinu: miIca show. orJ.AC Si.ni ilniiil--tcve1 nhre. Ix'St lavxCt UlvO LHneTola. very stylish; eualsi-"rench Lin port imI Hhoett oontinif from $4.un to fiti.ii. Isnilie' ,MMI nni 1.7-1 shoe for MiHe!iare the test HneUongola. Stylish anl durable. niition, See that YV. I,. Din;laV name anil price axe Btannei ou tiie lottoin of each ithoe. W. L. iKiUULaAS. Krucktua. Haas. C. T.. ROBERTS, A per lit, Fofiihharc, J u 123. 5m uue. OO rr ! Mnr ml by John R. 4ixmI in, I T"y ,N.V.,it w ik for ui, Itraijor, run may tuake ntucli.but ran M' U y"U jinUJy how to rtrn rYoin 5 to 1U iluy at tin fttart, aitd nor yo go on. H iih n-aM, all r-. In any irt of iiiric, you t au ciuiiie-ni at hum, f n r all Tour timrv.r viuir- iiKMMnt onir to tit work. A)liit. irrat ay Hi kfe. for vry workfr. W pfpit o, furniahirta; verrthmr. 1. A 1 1. V M K W L Iant. l Ai; : ! I i.AK- i i:i:k. Aii.trru it oi-i, Ml4 A lO., ruKIUAU. IA1.MU mm OILS! OILS!; robert eyans, ' " " ' -- Bii-i U2STDE3RTAKBR, AND HANI' FAOTfREK OF ana dealer In all Uln.la ol ITKMTl'KE, Ebensbnr, Irt. I lull line ol Caskets always on hand .-4 i Bodies Embalmed WHEN KEUriKEl). API .13 84 NOT DEAD 'YET! VALLIE LUTTRINCER, m AKrrAcTURca of TIN, COFFER AND SHEET-IRON WARE AND TIS ROOFIXG, KenpecUullj larltes tbe attention ot his friends and the public I a iteneral to tbe fact tbat he Is still rarrylnir on bunlnes at tbe old stand opposite tbe Mountain Moose. r.Den.iDurv, end is prepared to supply from a lance stock, or manufacturing to or der, any article In bis line, from tbe smallest to I I 11 pj Ess 1 L2 L4 Ba ttl 1 supply from a lance stock, or manufacturing to or I 1 V if L A jjl tfl I l der, any article In his line, from tbe smallest to 1 1 fib laruflii i r. ins u.ni. minner ni. .t l n iii.i. living prices. fNo penitentiary work either made or sold " : a ' V,, ,h. . " V, V , , . ; 1 thisestaDlishment. .. " :" .iue (aewieci , foniaininat ! ''.'Z '. "Ih '"' :i-,-u" " ': ' chance. I TIN UWOFINO SIIt:CIAL.TY. m 1 1 1 1 1' 1 l.u r-a.l OTer. I (ll.. m. . n 1 1 . n .4 ..fl.rv nnn.lv.l t, mm fy yonrselees as to m V. LUTTiUNtrEK. April IS. 1H83-II. larxest paper la North- i i n aril 1 1 t.' rr7 "- & BSWffel! Iff t0 o'J-loth. To rvnovat. paint. To briel.teu taetal.-?. To wuii out sinkj. To ro-mr bath-tubt. : TO MHOTi" mst. To wnne lc.-tt! L.. ..1 ..!,... ,. ... .. t'n'l-n prt of niaM hine-B. ri-ltfivaftl MM Cli4,-:i. ' -' .in tha ti'tti'tniM-s. li-mi r istilr paiatWa. i.n.mii.n i.t ruo ni.rni. mon Ct.?fii.i tu tr-unv .imr ktaui. Curv. ru to klmrjicti tltuir Wnivi a. at:rcw.J ontta i ii-our ulj itriiw bstal "-tlUieTfj t- brijiiitfii their nua. lUttih ttiift t I'letava cari. HER TALENT. She does not prate of Browning Whose works I have not read. There Is no laurel crowning Her shapely little head. She is not versed in Schiller And Goethe and the rest; She has no store of 'siller,' As some, perchance, have guessed. She knows no word ot Dante And his Italian crew; She plays not "penny ante" As rapid maidens do. No more she knows of Spencer Than of La Rochefoucauld; On Darwin she is denser Than any cirl I know. With Kant and Schopcnhnuer Her speech she will not load. But fortune other power Cpon her has liestowrd. Though Mill and Huxley tire her. As she will frankly state. Yet still I must admire her Her pumpkin pies are (Treat Harry Li. Smith, in America. TIIE WHITE DEVIL. Mexican Superstition and Interesting Oriffin. Its One day tis the? freight train running from San Francisco to San .Toso rum bled around the curve just outside of the city of San Jose, a white horse sprang1 on the track and raced down to ward the town in front of the engine. For a mile the train did not gain on him, then -the unequal footing of the cross ties and the pace In'fran to tell on the white steed, and the engine crept slowly up to him. The engineer pave a few shrieks of the whistle to scare the horse from the track, bu. he kept right on in front, runninp; with the speed of a raeer, with his lonff tail streaming in a straight line behind him. The engineer saw a stock pap in front half a mile away, and ag'ain pulled the whistle. The horse simply let out a few links and went on. The engineer pot mad. He pulled the throttle open and went after the white phantom, at a thirty-miles-an-honr clip, lie was a bare hun.lr.'d feet lu-iiind the horse when the animal rendu d the stock p:ip and plunged in among1 the open ties and fell. The pilot struck hira, ground the life out of him in an instant 11 ml then plowed into tlie dirt on the opposite side of the track. The engineer swore a few choice oaths and jumped out of the cab. The horse was as dead as a door nail and the enpine had left the rails. 'Another suit for the company," said the conductor as he came up. "How did you do it, Jim?' "Oh. I don't know," answered Jim in a stirly way. "The brute pot on the 1 1- .....1 . .....i .I....... ;n T .:.i..L' I II JLK UIIU Jlirb DIUJ iu 1 11 J.i v him. !io was possessed of the devil, I puess." They had to send to San Jose for the wrecliin;' engine to put the train back on the r:iil. and while they were wait ing; a Mexican rode ulong the road be side tlie. track, lie pulled up his bron cho to see the wreck. "Caramba, senor," he exclaimed, irning' pa'e and trembling, '"it es Vasquez' horse." And ne mounted his pony as quickly as possible and sped off down the road. "Who the deuce is Vasquez?" asked Jim. "From the way that Greaser pot a push on himself you'd think we'd killed a phost." "If that's Vasquez horse as the Greaser said, you have killed a Mexi can ghost." said the conductor, and he v.-nlked over and looked at the dead an i.n:il lyinjr under the front wheels of lie engine. It was YasqueV horse. The whole : v. r.trv knew it the next day. He was t-.v-'iity years old and totally blind v. hen he met his death in front of the fn-ig'it train, and for ten j-ears had roamed over the unoccup'cd land nlnuit the iower part of Santa Clara county frec us a bird and feared by the Mexi cans more than a lion. He was called by them the "white devil," and it was tiicir belief that he was possessed of a soul mortifaped to the evil one the soul of Vasquez. It is a strange tale that the old Mexican mothers tell of this white horse. Vasquez was the most noted bandit of the early days of California. He bade defiance to the law, eluded the de tectives and searching parties for years and killed and robbed half a hundred men. He roamed over the state of Cal ifornia from the north to the south, leaving; desolation and death in his wake. He surrounded himself with a band of desperate "Mexicans and ter rorized entire communities. Lone trav elers by day and by night were stopped on the road and relieved of their cash and often of their lives. A quiet vil lage in the San Joaquin valley would be awakened at the dead of night by the rush of sounding hoof-beats. Timid men would pull the covers alout their bonds and shiver. Xext day the principal store in the place would be found open, the safe rohlied, valuable poods taken, and the guardian, if it had any. dead with a bullet in his head or a knife wound in his heart. Vasquez had be.en there. One day the stage was rattlinp down the road from one of the mountain mines. The Wells-Farpo liox was henry - witli bnjlion nml half a dozen nria-d ffuards at in the coach. The driver st on the box with a Winchcuter between his knees and chatted with another puurd who sat beside him bal ancing a shotgmn across his lap. They were talking of Vasquez. "They say he allers rides a white horse and dresses like a dandy," said the driver. "Wish't he'd jump ther pun-site stape onct when the lxys is aboard." Two horsemen dressed in the tinseled M -:ic;m cavalier costume rounded a turn in the road just in front of the s-tagt anl came riding toward it. One .f them bestrode a white h.rse. They cantered up. The man on the white horse went to the ripM and his com panion to the left of the stajre. Sud denly they reined up. "1 'anion, srmir, will the so nor pive me a light for me t-ipan-tte?" The driver po,l-natnredly pulled up and leaned over from his seat with tire bip cipar which he was sn.okinp ex tended between his fingers. He was met with a snap shot straight in the brain and tumbled headlonp into the dust. At the same instant the guard lurched and fell forward under the horses with a ball in hi forehead. A doJen men sprantf from the under brush beside the road and shoved the muzzles of their rifles throuph the stape door on either side. Taken by surprise, not a weapon was drawn by the guards. The strong box was lifted from the boot, the men in side were disarmed while the roblers riiles stared them in the eyes, and the merry company, with many jokes about the dresses they would buy for their senoritas, mounted the horses that were led out of the woods and nxle away, he on the white steed hum ming' a bit of some old Spanish love song to the tine of his horse's stop. It was a dn-amy Angust afternoon in Southern California when the mayor of Los Angeles and a fellow official were driving along the old sand road throuph the Arroya Seco towanl the town. Over the brow of a hill half a mile in front -of them a proup of horsemen appeared at a pallop. They swept down the hill anil met the buppy of the mayor. The pallopinp horses were yanked back upon their haunches and a swarthy Mexican upon a white horse shoved a pistol in the mayor's face and said, with a show of his teeth in a smile: "Your money, scnor." The mayor thought it was a joke and lanphed. . "0.uiek! quick!" said the horseman, as his weapon clicked. "I am Vas quez. s The mayor laughed again- "Eef you don't believe me, senor, look." He pointed back to the hill, and there appeared another proup .of horsemen riding at full tilt from the town. "Quick!" said Vasquez. 'I am no fioL" The mayor looked down the pistol barrel at the pair of black, plitterinp eyes that lined the siphts, and put up his hands. lie was liphtened of his chamois bap of gold, as was his friend, and the bold robbers wheeled and were off at a run, the posse from the town riding up five minutes too late to catch them or to save the mayor's coin. The liand escaped into the chapparaL Vasquez made history in this way for five years and then was caupht like a rat in a trap in a 'dobc house near the scene of the robbery of the mayor, and was shot down by -a newspaper cor respondent detailed to accompany the search party. He survived hU wounds, was taken to San Jose, where one of his earliest and most atrocious murders had In'en committed, and there met his fate on the scaffold. And now for the horse. Every time the robln'rs appeared one of them, the leader, would be mounted upon a white horse. That he had a world of. speed was shown in the way that he would pallop away from the rest of the pang1 when they were pursued. The horse was hitched behind the house when Vasquez was shot. One of the captur- j ino party tried to take him and was se- vv-rvty uiiic-u lur ills cupillll. iiic horse broke away, went careering off towanl the canyon when1 Vasquez had had his rendezvous and was lost to sight. Most people say he died in the mountains of starvation, but the Mexi cans say no. They saw him again. The night after Vasquez was hanped a white horse pal loped up the street to the jail, stood a moment at the door and pave a neigh. The Mexicans heard in it a call to the dead Vasquez. There came no answer to the horse's ''lallenpc and he wheeled about and went as suddenly as he came. Then he turned bandit and followed Vasquez" old trails. Once in awhile a man would Ik' found on the road with his body frightfully mutilated and his flesh War ing the marks of hoofs. Sometimes in the night a white horse wonld appear at the door of a Mexican cabin in some lonely spot and neigh. If no answer came he would be off like tho wind, but if any man dared to show himself the horse would attack him with hoof and teeth and it was seldom that a victim escaped. Time and again he was shot at, and one Mexican buck was foolhardy enough to try to rope him and met a horrible death. The horse bore a charmed life. He became almost as great a terror to the Mexicans as Vasquez had been to the rich Ameri cans. If by chance a Mexican's pony pot out of the corral and wandered off in search of grass the white horse would find him and enlist him. First he had one follower, then two, then half a dozen. " man could kill them and no man dared to attempt to capt ure them. With no loads upon their backs they were fleet as the wind and could outstrip the best horse with a riiler. The Mexicans named the leader the "White Devil," and said that Vasquez lived again in his horse. As the years went by and Vasquez Itccame. a memory, nnd his exploits the theme for children's stories, the White Devil lost his companions. His visits to the vicinity of the little towns be came less and less frequent and then ceased altogether. At long intervals a Mexican would ride in with a report that he had seen the White Devil in some canyon among the hills. Even these reports ceased, and few Ameri cans of the latter days in California had heard of him until the freight train killed the white horse. The Mexicans came for miles to look at him. All of them knew him. at least they said so, and they respected him sufficiently to look at his dead body from a distance. When he was dragged from beneath the engine by the trainmen a horse doctor looked at him. He was a mag nificent animal eren in death, and the veterinary said that he had been stone blind for years. Vasquez deeds are history; the story of the White Devil is a Mexican super stition. Detroit Free Press. Xcw It ale of Polltesjeea. In certain private schools of lJnxklyn new rules of politeness are enforced. It is no longer proper for the little pupils to say "Yes, sir, No, sir," "Ye ma'am" and "Xo, ma'am" to their elders. Xow the correct thing is "Yes, Mr. IJniwn," "No, Miss Smith," and so on. If the child happens to be addressed by a strange lady or gentleman the child is instructed to reply: "Yes, mister," or "Yea. lady." At first this strikes the nninitiated as an unpleasant innova tion, but it lias obtained a stronghold .-n the children, and they are rapidly making their parents, converts tu the new system. ' The Jape Spring-In s; AJieexL The Hawaiian race has been steadily dwindling in numbers during the pres ent century, and the latest census gives it a population of but forty thousand, or a decrease of one-half within a half a century, so that its extinction must soon le complete. The Japanese, w ho number forty million, are increasing, and it is thought they may soon replace the vanishing race and re-people the island. , DlliMi JJi llJlti. i k. a 4 r I IV . Why tho Town Clock Accorded with the Inscription. Tommy MeGuffy was growing old. The skin of his attenuated face was so shrunk and so stretched from wrinkle to wrinkle that it seemed narrowly to escape breaking. Alout the pointed chin and the cheeklnmes it had the color of fadiil brick Old Tommy had Wcome so thin that he dared not venture to the top of the hill alove his native village of Rear ward upon a windy day. His knees Ik-nt eoiuically when he walked. For some 3-ears the villagers had leen counting the nephews and nieces to whom the saving of the old retired dealer in dry poods would eventually descend. Ten thousand dollars nnd a house and lot constituted a heritage worth anticipating in llearwanl. The innocent old man was not upon terms of intimacy with his prospective heirs. Having remained unmarried, his only close associates were two who had leen his companions in that re mote period which had been his lioy hooL One of these, Jerry Hurley, was a childless widower: a very estimable and highly-respected man who owned two farms. The other, like himself a bachelor, was Hilly Skidmore, the sex ton of the church and therefore the regulator of the town clock upon the steeple. There came a pnat shock to old Tommy one day. As old Mrs. Sparks said: "Jerry Hurley, all sudden-like, just took a notion and died." The wealth and standing of Jerry .Hurler insured him an imposing funeral. They laid his lody beside that which had once lieen his wife s in Hearwanl cemetery. His lie irs pos sessed his farm and time went on slowly, as it always does at HearwanL Tommy went frequently to Hurley's grave and wondered when his heirs would erect a monument to his mem ory. It is necessary that your grave le marked with a monument if you would stand high in that still society that holds eternal assembly lieneath the pines and willows where only the bn-ezes speak, and they in subdued voices. Years passed, nnd the grave of Tom my's old friend, Jerry, remained un marked. Jerry's relatives had post poned the duty so long that they had grown callous to public opinion. He sides, they had other ptirjmso to which to apply Jerry's money. It was easy enough to avoid reproach; they had only to refrain from visiting the graveyard. "Jerry never deserved such treat ment," Tommy would say to ISilly the sexton, as the two mot to talk it over every sunny afternoon. "It's an outrage, that's what it is!" liilly would reply for the hundredth time. It was, in their eyes, an omission al most equal to that oi baptism or the funeral service. One day, as Tommy was aiding him self alonp the main street of Rearward by means of a hickory stick a fright ful thought came to him. He turned cold. What if his own heirs should neglect to mark his own grave? "I'll hurry home and put the money for it aside in a stocking foot at once," thought Tommy, and his knees bent more than usual as he accelerated his pace. Itnt as he tied a knot in the stocking came the fear that even this money might be misapplied; even his will might be ignored through repeated postponement and the law's indiffer ence. Who, save old Hilly Skidmore. would care whether old Tommy MeGufTy's last resting place were designated or not? Once let the worms ln-pin operations upon this antique morsel, what would it matter to Rearwanl folks where the banquet was taking place? Tommy now underwent a second at tack of horror, from Which he came victorious, a gleeful smile momentarily lifting the dimness from his excessive ly lachrymal eyes. - "I'll fix 'em," he said to himself. "I'll po to-day to Iiicketts, the marble cutter, and order my own tomlstone.' Three months thereafter, Kicketts, the marble-cntter, untied the knot in the stocking that had been Jlilly's, and deposited the contents in the local sav in p-s bank. In the cemetery stood anew monu ment very lofty and claltorate. Around it was an iron fence. Within, the in closure there was no grave as yet. "Here," said the monument in deep cut letters, but bad English, "lies all that remains of Thomas MeGuffy, born in Rearward. November 11, lj30; died . Gone whither the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest." This supplementary information was framed in the wonlsof Tommy's favor ite passage in his favorite hymn. His liking for this was mainly on account of its tune. He had left the date of his death to be inserted by the marble-cutter after its occurrence. Rearwanl folks were amused at sight of the monument, and they ascribed the placing of it there to the eccentric ity of a taciturn old man. Tommy seemed to derive much pleas ure from visiting his tombstone upon mild days. lie spent many hours con templating it. He would enter the iron inelosure, lock the gate after him, and sit upon the ground that was intended some day to cover his body. He was a familiar sight to people riding or walking past the graveyard this thin old man leaning upon his cane, contentedly pondering over the inscription upon his own totntistone. He undoubtedly found much innocent pleasure in this. One afternoon, as he was so en gaged, he was assailed by a new appre hension. . ... , Suppose that Ricketts, the marble cutter, should fail to inscribe the date of his death in the space left vacant : There was almost no likelihood of such an omission; but there was at least a possibility of it. He glanced across the cemetery to ward Jerry Hurley's unmarked mound, and shudilvred. Then he thought laboriously. When he left the cemetery in such time as to avoid a delay of his even ing meal and consequent outburst of anger on the part of his old housekeep er, he had taken 4 resolution. "Three score years and ten. snys the Bible," he mnttered to himself as he walked homeward. "The Scriptural lifetime "11 do fer me. ' A week thereafter old Tommy gazed proudly upon his finished inscription. "Died November 11, lS'.KJ," was the newest bit of biography there en graved. "But it's two years and more till November 11, ISiM)," said a voice at his side. Tommy merely cast an indifferent look upon the speaker and walked off without a word. The whole village now thought that Tommy had become a monomaniac upon the subject of his tombstone. I'erhaps he had. No one had been able to learn from his friend, Billy Skidmore, what thoughts he may have communicated to the latter upon the matter. Tommy now lived for no other ap parent purpose than to visit his tomb stone daily. He no longer confined his walks thither to the pleasant days. He went in weather the most perilous to so old and frail a man. One of his prospective heirs took suf ficient interest in him to advise more care of his health. "I can easily keep alive till the time comes," returned the antique; "there's only a year left." Rapidly his hold upon life relaxed. A week before Novemln-r 11, Is'.mi. he began to speculate as to whether his unique prediction or. I should say, his decree would be fulfilled to the very day. Upon the fifth day of his illness death threatened to come liefore the time that had been set for receiving him. "Isn't this the lOth?" the old man mumbled. "No," said his housekeeper, who, with one of his nieces, the doctor and Billy Skidmore, attended the ill man; "it's only the 9th." "Then I must fight for two days more. The tomlistone must not lie." And he rallied so well that it seemed as if the tombstone would lie. never theless for old Tommy was still alive at 11:110 on the night of November 1L Moreover, he had been in his senses when last awake, and there was every likelihood that he would look at the clock whenever his eyes should next open. "He can't live till mornings that's sure." said the doctor. "Bnt. pood Lonl! yon don't mean to say he'll hold ont till after twelve o'clock?" said Billy Skidmore, whose anxiety only had sustained him in his grief at the approaching dissolution of his friend. Quite probably," replied the doctor. "flood heavens! Tommy won't rest easy in his grave if he doesn't die on the 11th. The monument would be wrong." . "Oh thit don't matter," said the niece. Billy looked at her in amazement Was his old friend's sacred wish to mis carry thus? "Yes: "twill matti-r," he said, in a loud whisper. "And if time won't wait for Tommy of its own accord, we'll make it. When did he last see the iloek?" 'Half-past nine," said the house keeper. "Then well turn it back to ten," said Skidmore, acting as he spoke. "But he may hear the town clock strike." Billy said never a word, but plunged into his overcoat, threw on his hat, and hurried out into the cold night. "Ten minutes to midnight," he said, as he looked up at the town clock upon the church steeple. "Can I skin up them ladders in time?" Tommy awoke once before the last slumljcr. Billy -was by his bedside, as were the doctor, the housekeeper and the niece. The old man's eyes sought the clock. "Eleven," he murmured. Then he was silent, for the town clock had be gun to clang. He counted the strokes eleven. Then he smiled and tried to speak ngain. "Almost live out birthday seven ty tombstone all right." He closed his eyes, and, inasmuch as the town clock furnishes the official time for Rearwanl. the published re port of Tommy McGuftTs going records that he passed at twenty-five minutes after eleven p. m., November 11, 1S1H). Very few people knew that time turned back one hour and a half in or der that the reputation of Tommy Mc Guffy's tombstone for veracity might be spotless in the eyes of future genera tions. Billy Skidmore, the sexton, arranged to have Rearward time ready for the sun when it rose upon the following morning. R- N Stephens, in Philadel phia Iress. GATHERED FOR FAIR READERS. The tiny cordial cruets imported now for tea-tables are Wantiful and estiy. GliANi"I.ATFt rock candy is the pnper thing to sweeten tea and after-dinner coffee. PiCTntES hermetically sealed Wtwoen thin sheets of transpan-nt celluloid nev er lose their fn'sh appearance. Vkry simple refreshments suffice for an afternoon tea and the hostess uses her visiting card for the invitations, writing npon the lower left-hand cor ner, opposite the address: "Tea at five o'clock," and the day and date. Bovijof flowers are the pmper things for table decorations at the present time. Some one has invented a silver wire net to cover the Imw1s ami hold up the roses' heads. The win is concealed by ferns and smilax. the flower-steins being stuck thnmgh the net into the water. " SINGULAR SUPERSTITIONS. Ix Germany stag Iwctles are held to be in league with thedoviL Ix Ireland stag beetles are thorough ly hated; why, no one seems to know. Ix Germany, where crickets are sel dom seen, its cry is thought to be a death warning. Taitcaya Indians of South America lielieve that the evil spirit assumes the orm of a fly when bent on mischief. NotwithstaxI'IXu the fact that tUe xt?tle was the sacred insect among the Egyptians it has been mentioned but ew times in folk-lore. Tue Spaniards of the sixteenth centn y Wlieved that an unusual number1 of piders in a mountainous region 4udi :ated that gold in abundance could be !ound at that ooint. WANTED: A WIFE. I want a wife to roast and toast. To noil nnd Iwikc and brew; To pickle, can and maKc preserve And c-v ry bind of stew. I want a wife to knit and sew. And paicb ami ilarn and mend; To keep the buttons on my clothes, Repairing every rend. I want a wif. to mop and scrub. To wash and nne and wring; One thiit ran in the parlor hine. And daure and p'ay and iing; One that can drive the team to town. And liuy and sell or trade; And one that knoas a hovt-l from A hoc. or rake, or spade; To milli tbe cows Iu-n I'm away; To strain and skii.i arid churn. And have an eye to save an well A. have an eye to earn. I want a wife that's not afraid To tire oil a sua; One that ran fare a snake or toad. And neither srrcee't nor run. I want a wife to read and write: To post me on t he news; Get up and build the kitchen fire. And shine my Sunday shoes, 1 want a wife "twill never see The smiles of o'her men. But icir her heart and soul to me And to my wants alteud. She must he pay and full of fun A smiliuir, happy elf : 4 If there is scoldine to be done, I'll aee to that myself. I want a wife to cheer my life A bachelor's a duin-e The ifirl who will may fill the bill. But don't all speak at once. Kara and Home. FIRST AND LAST. Why One Night In a Gambling House Cured the Doctor. This is the story the doctor told me: "When I left college after winning all the honors there I was sent to Paris tn finish my medical education under the care of a famous French surgeon living and practicing in that gay city. "It was during my wild-oat period, I am sorry to have to confess, when one night I paid my first viit to a gambling house and my last, for the experience I had taught me a much needed lesson and satisfied my curiisity forever in that line. "The house in which I was intro duced by a supposed friend was gor geously arrayet'. and a great game of rvmjt-tt-Hmr was going on and which I knew not the fir-t tiling alsnit. "But with a young man's conceit in creased by the wine which flowed free and freely I found a place at the table and, instructed by my companion, com menced lietting. "With a greenhorn's luck I kept win ning and doubling the stakes in spite of my guide's endeavors to make me quit with what I had liefore my won derful good fortune changed. Soon the other players withdrew from the game, leaving me alone against the bank. The play had liecomo intensely exciting anil 1 was the center of all eyes. My companio n I had offended by n-fusing angTily his advice to stop. s he would speak no longer on friendly terms for which 1 neither canii nor thought. "A great pile of pold lay liefore me on the table stacked against the bank's for the last deciding throw. "If I won the bank was broken. With my fool's luck I did win. "The pame was over and my prickets bulged with their load of yellow French coins, swept into them without count ing. "Then more wine from the polite and smiling keeper and my head swam and things danced confusedly around me. "I remeinlK-r some one offering to help me and saying I shouldn't risk being murdered and robled by going home and telling me I could have a ImmI iu that house where I could sleep off my wine and excitement and le per fectly safe till daylight protected me. "I remember, too, shaking his hand and vowing eternal friendship and. arm id arm. going with him to a room upstairs and getting into a led and hearing him wish ine a hu ir, tton i nr. and then softly close the door and 'cave me. "I must have fallen asleep immedi ately and slumliered not long. When I awoke, though my head felt weak it was clear, and in a few minutes I eaine to myself a bit and lay there trying to think if all was a dream or n-ality. "The room was handsomely fur nished and lighted by a gas jet turned rather low. "A picture hung on the wall at the foot of the led, which I liogan to no tice had four high posts reaching to the ceiling and holding some sort of top canopy extending over the whole with short curtains at the sides. The picture which I was watching listlessly was a figure of an old soldier standing grimly, sternly and straight, gazing, too, at me. After awhile I got tired of the old fellow and shut my eyes. When I opened them after some minutes half dozing my grim sen tinel's hat had disappeared. That seemed strange, anil I closed my eyes again When I looked the old chap's head was gone. "I lay. puzzling over the affair, and wondered if my head was to be de pended upon yet, until, to make sure, I stepped from the led to the floor. "The first thing that struck me was that the canopy of my led looked queer. It seemed lower, and the four posts holding it seemed to have pierced through its corners and into the ceiling above. While I was trying to under stand I saw Wtween the canopy and the ceiling a glistening, long, thick iron rod, apparently gnocd like an im mense screw, and twisting so noiseless ly anl slowly as to lie scarcely per ceptible. "At once it flashed on me that I was in peril of some kind, and, though badly startled. I managed to avoid making a noise, while 1 tried to com prehend what deviltry was going on. "Soon I saw through it all. The canopy was Iwigus merely hilling a soft mattress or something, which was leinp forced gradually down by the screw worked trout, the nm above, and was intended to catch and smother whoever slept on the bed, after wincing the gamblers' pold and Wing drugged with their wine, like myself. "Judging from the movements the screw was making, I calculated a half hour must intervene ere my murderers would pay me a visit providing; I didn't bring an attack sooner by alarm iug them. "Without a sound I pot a window open and gazed out in the darkaess. The wind' was blowing and rattling shutters, and might prevent the noise of an escape being heanl in case one was possible. "Thick clouds were flying ovor the sky, oliseiiring the moon, just rising. "I could sec that my room was in the back of tho house n the floor below the attic, aud that 1 lioked out on a yard Ixmnded by a wall tio higa to scale, and, no doubt, made so pur posely. "Beneath mo on the first floor a win dow shot forth bright streams of light illnaiinating the ground where I would have to drop. Every now and then moving shadows then showed plainly that inside that window were iny watchers waiting to dispose of my corpse as s.mti us it was ready. 'The house stood by itself, other wise I might 1m able to somehow climb into the next, as I had seen firemen do with a scaling ladder. "That gave me an idea. If I could rig a ladder of that kind 1 might reach the roof, cross it and escape by fliiiil inp juivn the water pijx' in front to the street, which, thanks to my athletic college culture, 1 would le probably able to do. "How quickly a terson's wits will act sometimes w hen death seems sure and soon. "I looked around the room for mate rial to make 1113- scaling ladder, which seemed my only hojH. "Two IkiI slats luckily I found be neath my mattress. The wire which hung the old soldier's picture and others on the wall bound them securely t tgcther. "I had a knife of many blades, one being a screw-driver. In the closet were large and strong clothes hooks. Quickly I unscrewed four, and as quick ly put them upside down on mj' slats to within a few inches of the top. Half a dozen chair rugs, which I easily pot from some chairs, Ixiund at projH-r dis tances on the slats with the picture wire made my scaling ladder complete and I thought strong enough to sup tort my weight. If it wasn't I'd be killed anyway. "I koked at my ln-d. The canopy was thn-e-qiiarters of the way down. I had no tuore time to lose. Taking the gold, which had Urn tied tightly in my handkerchief and placed under my pillow by my loving host. I fastened it alsjiit my waist aud in stocking feet noiselessly went to the window with my ladder. Peering aliovc I could see the gutter's edge and raising the ladder found it reached and managed to hook it fast. Then I pot out of the window sHl and prepared to mount. "Trying it can-fully with my weight, which made it swing in wan) against the house, thereby holding better, I nerved myself and stepping from the sill I liogan my perilous ascent. "Half way up I thougtit of the win dow of the nom aliove where the ma chinery for my suffocation was being worked but it was tito late to retreat and I must take the rharce of not Itc ing detected by the worker. "When my head on mo above the gut ter I saw a light inside thai room, but the curtain was fortunate! r drawn over the glass. With strong but trem bling arms 1 raised myself on the put ter and quietly pulling the ladder after me crawled along like a cat to the corner of the house. As I expected, the mansard ntof had the gutter' ledge all around it, but Itefore I could turn its corner my escape was discov-cn-d, and I heard low voices evidently' proceeding from the wi ndow I had just climlted out of. In another moment men with lanterns and a fierce dog were searching the yanl. thinking, of course, that I must have gotteu down into it. "Not daring to move and fearing that the bright moon then breaking through a rift in the clouds would expose me to the fellows Im-Iow, I flattened myself against the ntof edge and waited. Then the moon burst forth shining di rectly where I hid and I saw or felt that the searchers had found me, for leaving the yanl they nentcred the hous and I could hear them calling to the worker in the attic room behind me. Like a snake but quicker I squirmed around the house corner to its front, found the water pipe and gTasp ing it let myself over and down and slid without much trouble but with many scratches to the street, just as the front attic window opened and a head ;aine fortli. "When I stopped running 1 was llo-ks iway and safe with my hard-earned fold and only half dressed, but I found 1 little inn where people wore honest md there n-steiLuntil lavbn-ak among i lot of early-rising .market folks who .vere indite enough to ask no questions. ''Not wishing to make a scandal con 'erniup myself, in which case 1 would lave ltst not only my reputation but ny bag of gambler's gold, 1 said 110th ng to the police." II. C. Dodge, in Joodall's Sun. ALL SORTS OF PEOPLE. A i.Krrt:ii-"ARninR at Wheeling, W. Va., successfully delivered a letter to a man with the name of George SchwifT erwitzercnonthcrhcim. Camukn, N. J., I toasts of a blind bar ber who can shave as well as if he had perfect sight. He works every day and makes regular wages. The yells and other characteristic noises made by ltoys playing baseball in a vacant lot in New York drove a neighltoring man insane. A Proviikx"F. (R. I.) man hired a wheel, pawned it, stole it (ruin the pawnbroker, sold it for a gitod sum and pot arrested all inside of a few hours- A New York wholesale merchant says that he cheerf ully puts up with the sharp practices of his travelers, who pad their expense accounts, ltccause the sharper the drummer is in that respect,, as a rule, the more custom he brings tx the house. 'ntiiinnl Source of Income. A curious story is told of the manner in which the Rothschilds aided Car u fa, the composer. The latter was very toor. His principal income was de rived from a snuff Ikx and this was the way of it: The siiuff-ltox Was given to the author of ."La Prison d'Edim bourph" about thirty years ago by Ha- ron James de Rothschild as a token of esteem. Curafa sold it twenty-four hours later for seventy -five napoleon to the same jeweler from who 111 it had Itecn Itoupht- This U'came known to Rotlischihl, who gave it again to the musician ou the following j-ear. The next day it returned to the jeweler's. This traffic continued till the death of the banker, and longer still, for his sons kept up the traditiou to the great satisfaction of Curafa.
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