Caml'fiii lrcmau h fimt iiltrl Wprkljr nt y i!i niu i:;, i ah!'.iii a ., rt ...t., i-v u a. hasmln. The laraeaod rel'aide clicolntlCD id the Caw- aiu A Kpebmak rommenaa It to the lavoral-lo nuaalde ration cf advertirera whoae lv..r will I e A. ?s s. loaerted at the lollowiug low rmtea : 1 luoli. s 'iinei.. .....V I U ltnrh,S montha. se..i 1 tD-licfl uionthii.... ...................... . a. SO 1 Inrh I year... a.i 2 IdcIic. 8 month. e.oi) 2 Incite., I year 10.no 9 luct'ee. 6 month. .. ........ .............. H.oo I lnrhea. I year il.oo 4 eolomn, 0 month.... .......... 10.06 oolumn. e montna... -n uo kilaxo I year SS.OO I column, 6 montha............. 40 eo I oolumn, I year............ T 00 Kualnea. Iteoin, Drat Insertion, K)e. per line .nraetuent Inpertiona. be. er line Administrator', and (llxecutor'. Notice, fi to Auditor'. Notice i..M) Stray and ! in liar Notice it 00 Ae-'Keaoiufon or pr.aeedina ot any eorfra tton or iwinj and o-mtoun icatlon dei(iiidio call attebtton to any matter ot limited ur Indl vidual mterert must l fiald ti.r a adertimem. Hook and Joh I'rintln of ajl kind, neatly and eiMlou.iy executed at Uie loweul j rice.. A ad don'tyon turret it. t J u.i r;-Me; .1 t'lrculatt n. KM it Itsr r ljt t on HhH' ;-y. 1 i h -1 in .!v:i!ii-- i-1 " 1.1 II il.-t l.li!. 1 WliMli .1 In-'lii 1 I!. I I lint (I I'l II MM ti I'l.'tl I l'.J. - l.i tl ml .mil nillu ii llie J ear.. '2 -i .1. :. i.f !'.:. rc-ii.liiiii mit-idc if trio uiint f . i : :!! .n .'iiHi i.nr yenr li cMinieJ to i' ' 1 jr i n i i p r;ii .i'lii t.; . ar'l lr n:. mid thie ! !. i;il-r--.'W liy 'ii-::i.i: in tl i e term te do r. i .""ii'iiU tfidr tun. I l.'.t to. JAS. C. HASSON, Editor and Proprietor. FREEMAN WHOM THE TRUTH MAKES FREE AND ALL ABE SLAVES BESIDE." 'BE IS A 81. 60 and postage per year In advance, .-.-I f - i-Uu-t-X ..i. -I :tr ' I .. who ,. i..-i i. 'h i:,.-: : o .1 1 t. -y understood Iroiu r is ciii.i: who in . i:uir il . ti . a. -iyf.r. .i:r -iper I i-n re you atop It. If mop I, rioiat r-otic litis .-kVIuw-ik U otherwise. t I"' .1 w.-.i!.. w .li it le III two KlilTt. VOLUME XXVII. EBENSBUEG, PA., FRIDAY. JANUARY 13.1S93. NUMBER 2. If! A ra if. oys and HiUllj Li OF CAtViBRiA COUNTY ! ;. to GANSMAN'S, ALTOONA, PA., for your Cloihin-, win n yu li.iw t!ie l.iri'st flcf'itm anil best gootls for the least mi mi' y. M F.N'S M'lTS t.:.it :i YS st ITS i ; 1 1 1 .1 i: kn s si i rs ' AT...'. IV.i .....1 I' !ii !.l i-..iio l .ii ii , i.ifj.-. hum vini'.iv ii . . ' 1 il'l i 'I 'S . iViih' at oiici' an.l ,ut FIRST P. nonius. ID. G-AiTS ZMZ.A- 2sT , hr.W l l.iihi. r. Uiii.-r ar,l FuniM'.-r. HIS EI.-mmiIi vr.. .iLIllWA ri- M .It. lKVT,Kiilrinnii. N : T" ' '. 'T V'i !:: w!-; f'.i r ::". Slli '. Ji. I ':. J: lVM " 'J n..i..;i;'.t."!u:t k :i p . C.i'i u';:. j. 1.. "l ;y is nur i'i !u ; pn -ir.pt Miip.njr.t vr 'rcli'iy. We v. t .t in kr: -v i-u. Write us. C : ts u n. .t:,i;v;. ,V.-y In l-i':u-ss l-v iv-A by. S.-ikI !'. r i nr cv :: re. U i t': ee i- ev.- v r.-iuU-r this p..:vr. I'.ine,- lt.,l,ln;i V.'.i . II O ... f'.::V.-laint.t!. N. V. 7i , .;,' ; r-.i r r-v - i-;- - V fl.l 13 (! . S 5':'L .'. - ..A mnst bo simple; -when jw r:s menn r.uirii, iu:t to W-lt lrnrin-,? thf trnrti mnrp tourh r.nd re.iinioss, anrl m.ifle it is t7oso;u:.:y J7an i unorfjcatuc. Like Aladdin s cTo! !, it is indeed a. "wonderful lamp," for its mar- versus irrnt is nnrcr nnil , , - . 1 .: . . so:ter t!i.in electric lirht and more cheerful than either. 'vt.V Z.nnl: f r tTii'st-imn Tub Rocufstfe. Ifthp limp dr.iltr hnin't thr crnninfl ft.C ."vV K-""-i" i-r. :i'.i.l t lir: mi1c ta want, semi lo us l--r our iitrw illusimteti c:itnloii". i II r.ni v.u will M-n.l i;.i a l.initi ;:tf: ' ' J I v"5 ij var:i:lu ' t-ii-ii t'.i: i'j Lump S:.re'm the h'otU. -". SiW Il ilKSXtIt L,A5II CO.- 42 l'urk Place. New Vorlc ritv. Mk, W "The Rochester." 0 K B HAY- FEVER 7 AND I' ,'. Cn, :n Pilin in ii"t a li''n'if, ttnvjT vr jr,U r. Applied into the mvlriit it is fnrkUi n?'Mrr? if. Jt. i-dih the hrul, alliyst itif,immitiin, hnU uUC ELY BROTHERS. 55 Warren SUast HEW YORK. OUb JS. iSUV liJ ill Ifimtiinintr i::iH with ri"KE THJFTA I'.I.R MMI-, nui.Lly anil ronipli-li'ly U.KASKS an.l IMllllllS Till! IIIaJXJI'. tjuiii'" t'.-f- .lion r thi- Litrr and hiilin -. l.imlh r mipli-viiin. ra ikin the i-kia mhm.:,. II Jim-h not Injuri- the tf Ih, ran-u- hra.la. :n-.or i.ni.iui-pr.in-.liati.io -Al l. OTIIKU IKON .liMilC 1 r'.S HO. 1' -i. ii.iis and Irii:irit rTy.lif-r. r'miin-inl it lm N S Ri-on m, nf Mnri.m. M -.v- " I r n..,..i,. Hr..it'-. I:.m Hi: v - I --1 - I l r . ,-.. fuiiif lh l.i.. nn't r.-m... mr ul .lfiM-.lio ' ; i..niH. It ii'- n-.t hurt ,: " Imi K M IKi7r7I.. Ri-yniJ.1i. I"''. my: "I ! .. ,.r-'ril-l lir..li' ll. ll Uilt.-n. Ill i- "l i -lina and ill-!" a!"' '-" a t..m.- ua. i. 1-.I anil l nu fri.v.Ml tlnir. HK'-'y aitiala. I'.i .I .. n Brns.i i. Si Mary M.. rl.--n. La, , - " Br.wn b ir.,ii Ui-t'-ra n-li- v. d in - m a . -.-.i ' i ix.anr.ina-. and 1 llniirtlly c.iluiii. liil ll H I n. itina- a 1.1. ..I ptiritii-r. , Mn w Vk M-wH. Tiwoml n. A l.i . -.): f .... I n tr-ullml Ir. ra rli l.lli- I 'll' I'n"ir I and t-rii.i'..n t.n my t-.-- Ih-iii.--. i-I )-.T..n' lr..n llill.-m Plf tl a I -rl- I ;ii. I -ami. ik too uglily .1 t!im aliiil..- u-.liciii. (..-.inina haa ab'.T-Tra.lM Mark and ""'"d rrl liiMK wrapper. Take iioeilirr. Maile.miyl-y HUOYt.N lUCHU Al. (U, liAtTlMOKK, Mlk vebstek;s IMTEPITIONAL DICI10x:RY A an AND 5 N V F. ZT P.I L NT "'r t '. f itii r 'j. I !.' s !-ii tlirt I ibrarr. T ti" irurl. iif t r-vifN1.-. tl-il Tr tn y ..i in.,: .. r.-iiii. -I-. i.-..i.'e-: rtilio lal I I. t.i., l-.n'r;: uii io ,-i't. iii1 oii ( ..ii,, i.J) , r,,i tn-ij-j, tlo lirat copj i..t. t :. r r r all rwntF.RS. A '! : i ..--ii- .-, t !. -lu-frnttona, I 'ui.--tii.i- ,' - i I v tiiO ; m! i:..li.-n. '.iitlt'.ti i i i i : , .!r, br-M:i,r a flii-tinn. r-.,:i. I .-i' .' .l r:- ir.rl. . i ;t I .M. i "li at l vi-l w r.l.--.. i : ..ot '.. -:, . r.. i i,;,,4-;t,.ti.ii ' i. i. r - ,u . .ii:. i v i. i : . : i . m -r. ,r. ii'itiun. r.cr mz ct-jr. hi. er-a:ii r 'i;. .'i h ir-' '. i;i, print, cf C C. ML'RftSAM &. CO.. SCOif-r( I r. tj. s. A- Hjf :i!iliWEti ' K MP?" bos: ?73i y Ij5 (NAL1 K. DUFTON, ' A1TUKN KV AT I.A W. KHKKHIII KM. I'HKA ft 0 t l I'l iu lit ute, l cuter aircvl. Children Ai.'m s.-,n to fl.Vm. :;.7.' .".ii t s.m. i..,ii -."..-i to '.. nUCDPOATC .if ...,.,11.r 1,.. w iiiWv I O n- I'junnji io vt CHOICE of these Greatest : , s 1. ' " N' Jit ;. lii.c'i srr.'.i.!.': as -ti; lit, - nil';.;;v !:n;.'.'ul a.i i"i i.ii-: :'. .1 -ii Ii. !.. r l-v m.-n f life A. f.i I I ri kivpcc eHevinsr." STr- And a mod Iamb yiii it is not simple it is ftfWwlM'AV'. see" ine -Uocnester ee " The Rochester " jfcVfr9 forcibly. All metal, in three pieces only, jS-sf hnhtt - r thin m lirrhf " . . 3 . - lv tv trtirt-tS vuur chijlLt ul over .lltltl t 3yi-U IN fHAYFEVER -se 50c 7,300 BUSHELS POTATOES Ct. W. P.it ami-.i.k. Fair !o, Knt Cffc, M.I., m.v : With !) Miin-l of PowflVn Crrrn It'.i; Krrtllt r r I'otMtora, on 1,' infos of iniiil, lio I .."HO liuslicls Kimioiti. irm-i- kIzi-iI HtutiM-H. When qiiimt ily ' i -r! ili.i-r iin.l quality ol l.inft la I'liiiiili-ri-tl, il-ls is larui-st crcip if 1'oIhIim'h i-vi r r.-iis'.l in llio worliL Why nut r.s l.iit -ro..a of iMitatoc-Hf W-aii I ll to do it. anil huw to rc-i-i-t Mot ami lliiKht. Ht i.- two - ii itaiu.iH for Itoolc if JS pin'i-s. VV 5. Powell & Co., Cfiern-V.-.; l-crtiityer Alanufacturers. Baltimore. Mil. ITJ1. lr?ll. follriea written at rniort no' Ice Id tse OLD RELIABLE 1 ETNA" .! oilier frirnt latnit Cuiunn len. T. W. -DICK, JUI T IOK THE OLO HARTFORD PIRBmAKGBGOUT. IIIIMMENOLU BlJSllNrS 1794. KenriD,r..lnij "1.1882. Mountain House STAR SH&ViriG PARLOR! CENTRE STREET, EBEOURG. r I '11 IS well known and lonii elnhllhed Shainir I I'arlur i now located ! 'entro ttreei. i.u the livery ftalde ut O'llara. Iat h. Uulh er liere Hie l-nainem will I e carried on In the luturc. SHAVISi:. 1IAIK I ITIINO AND Ml AMI H l i done In the t.ealeat anil mull "art I "tii inniini-r. 'Iran Towel" a e-lalty. B l.uuies waited un at their retndencea. JAM US H. I A NT. l"roirietor rp W. DICK. Lm AHOKNKY-AT-I.AW KnansBt'nn. r'aaa'A' - Si-erlal atunllon to given claim fr,J''n- THE VJ SUMMER IS OVER. Summrr is over: the winds blowing chill Wake iu my bosom un answering thrill. Music and frajrrance and beauty were here. Warm with the brt-alh of the perfected year. rtriirht with the radiant midsummer plow. Whin did they vanish and where did they go? Sad moans the wind in the tops of the trees. Thistle-down Uoats on the autumnal breeze; Thii ki-ts of poUlenrod flame on the hill, Iiud ehirp the crickets, and piercingly shrilL Summer Is over life's sjmmor for me. Seastiu of hnjiefuliiess, romance and plee. Ilrilllant with phantoms of future delicht. Fair as the summer clouds, change-fully brfpht: Fntereth autumn, the hrldnp-er aace. Chilly precursor of winlery ae- Whi n the last floweret shall fade on the hill When the shrill chirp of the cricket is still. Then the coM snow in its whiteness will fall, Sili titly folding the earth In its'palL Only a little! O spirit, lie brave! hy must thou shudder at ase and the prave Summer is over, but chanife Is not ileath. Nor is life ended when faileth the breath. It'-auliful seasons are yet to unfold; Life is eternal, thoujh forms may prow old. Iook, O mv soul, from this autumnal plain! After the winter comes sprinptime ai?aiu. Mary II. Wheeler, iu Huston Transcript SOME II0KSE ST0K1ES. How Bill Hardy Escaped to Pros cott. Is it possible for a man to confine himself strictly to the truth when S.'akinr upon the feats of his horse? ltm tail tlie Arabian horse seller never pretemls to show oif the quality of his animals, lmt lriii-s thetn to market roiiK-li ami shap-jry; nor does he ever condescend to dwell on their merits. It i.s enough, he thinks, for the purchaser to know his animal is of pure stock, for it would be decking- their pinnl qualities to vaunt their praises like a common huckster. Uut that is only from a commercial standpoint. No doubt the Arab sheiks speak ruuch about their horses, ami, perhaps, un wittingly tell long- stories which have a tiu'e of the romance about their frrand achievements. The Afghans are probably the most inveterate horse liars in the world. They have the most marvelous tales at their tongue tips alw.ut the extraordi nary strength of their stout-built cobs. They Iniast little of their speed, for that would Ik; useless, as their form would stamp the speaker as a lu natic; but when it comes to strength and endurance the wily Afghan will swear by his Ward, Allah and all the prophets that no horse lives which can equal Ids animals. "Sahib," said an elderly frpntlcman to me in praise of his stud, "they are strong so stroii"- that if one of my horses kicked an English horse when they are drawn up in close order on parade his leg- would g-o clean through the Knlish horse and kill the next." "Now, come; that's too much to be lieve." "Oh, yes, 3-ou say so; but you have never seen my animals kick." The argument was unanswerable. Cowboys in this country are the most awful tibliers aliout their horses, and their tales of buck-jumping show them to le men of a peculiar and inventive penius. No animal, to them, has the slightest value unless he i.s possessed of every vice which horsellesh could pos sibly lie heir tx. lie must lie a man o:tler, a bolter, a bticker and so fero cious as to endanper the life or lives of entire communities. When fathered around the camp-fire after a lonp day's ride with cattle a man could hardly l-e-lieve those faithful liea-sts, hobbled and calmly munching prass, were such in carnations of deviltry. To an ordinary individual they showed more intelli jrence than their riders, and certainly knew their business liettor. From the many horses Indians own it would lx; thought they loved them, but I don't lelieve there exists a race more cruel to their stock than the average Indian. They seem to have no appreciative qualities. Very careful that they do not overwork themselves, the human brutes heap on their aui mals every cruelty. They overload them; starve them; ride tiiem furious ly; spur them viciously. It matters not whether their poor lieasts are sore backed or not, on poes a saddle, and the wretched animal is lashed or spurred into a lonr continuous gallop. There is not a whit of difference be tween the Indians of Oregon or those on the Colorado desert. They are equal ly cruel. As for placing a value upon their ani mals, they do not, for it is not uncom mon for them to ride one to death, and not the slightest compunction is felt at the untimely decease. It is only when j-ou want to purchase a pony that it has a lictitious value. What, part with that horse? No, it would be im possible. It is so valuable and such accounts are given of its speed that one is inclined to ask whether these people know about stop watches. The Modoc Indians placed an extraordinary price on their I leasts, but the Cahuillas could give their northern brethren sev eral pointers. It is ludicrous to ask them what they would take for their wretched stock, whose sole sustenance for nine months out of the year is dry sagebrush, for it must be understood that under no condition could an In dian think it proper to feed his horses. Some do raise alfalfa, it is true, but it is never cut at.d stored. They will un blushinply ask seventy-fivo dollars and eighty dollars for a nag that would be dear at five dollars. Perhaps it is the fault of the whites for their exalted ideas, for the few Americans on the desert entertain great opinions of their horses. The ancient, one-eyed, spavined nag, whose ae would approach to almost one hundred years, has been accredited with such exulerance of spirit in the bucking, Indting, racing line that he is approached until the beauty of his architecture bursts into view with greatest caution. One sight, however, dispels any illusion that may have Iicen entertained, and yet his proud jos.ses.sor speaks of him and shows him oif as a very Nancy Hanks. Not long ago I was traveling be tween Salton and Palm Springs, when in the smoking-room of the Pullman the subject of horseflesh came up There were several gentlemen from Arizona present whose tales were eer- j tainly as strong aud as long-winded as their horses but Mr. Carpenter, of Yuma, had the best horse stories to telL lie listened patiently to the others and finally impatiently broke in: I ..it- . it .1. V. 1 1 c rtirv orwl I it 1 11, geillicixiiri, ...... j r- . but I know a horse which can beat any horse iu the whole territory." The other gentlemen from Arizona looked astonished. It was excusable, for some of the feats performed by their horses were certainly remark able. "You know C. C. It each, of Phoenix, I guess," said Mr. Canenter, turning affably upon his hearers. Several knew Mr. Ileaeh anil expressed un bounded admiration for the gentleman. "Well, he's got a horse on alfalfa which he wouldn't sell for one million dollars." "It ain't likely the hoss is wuth that much," said a gentleman from Hillitos rather doubtfully. "Every cent of it," said Mr. Carpen ter, relighting another cigar. "Oh, come now," observed a gentleman from (iila ltend. "what are 3'ou giving us? Worth one million!" "That's what." "There's a story with that horse," remarked another f rom Casa Grande, while a gentleman from lied Iloek sug gested that the horse was worth more than the "hull territory." "There i.s a story connected w ith that horse, and so long as IV-ach lives that horse sha'n't do any harder work than eat alfalfa." "A story! What is it? Go ahead," exclaimed all in a breath. 'Well, sir," began Mr. Carpenter, settling himself, "it was way back during the Indian troubles that my story refers. The rascally reds were Itcsieging Fort Mojave and it was sure death to everyone in the fort unless succor was obtained. l!ut how to pet news to the outer world of this dread ful situation? The blessed Indians were here, there and everywhere, picking olT men. women and children. An Iadian don't care who he shoots, bless you. "Well, sir, there was a buckskin ho-se in camp which, if he once got a start of a yard or so of any Indian ani mal, he would never le caught. Its owner had often spoken of this animal, and Itiil Hardy, as brave a man as ever lived, said if the horse would lie lent Ut him he would try and make l'rescott. "Of course it was dangerous work and there were ten chances to one he would never get out of sight of the fort, and the bravest irfan there shud dered to think what would be Hardy's fate when captured. The Indians mutilate their prisoners most hideous ly and their tortures are exquisite be foro they finish them up. I tell you, gentlemen, there was greater pluck fdiown by Hardy in volunteering to go than in leailing a forlorn hope, where ileath is speedily met by bullet or salier. "The buckskin was saddled and Har dy made a dash for the open country. The horse knew as well as its rider what was required of him. He passed the line of Indians liefore they were well awake. Then when they iliil pet up they g.ive chase. The desert was a swarming mass of red devils, all screaming and urging their horses after Hartly. Hut the buckskin had the leail. Hardy was a pxd rider. He rode as in a race, and not till l'rescott was reached, one hundred and lifty miles away, did he draw rein. Do you su Ise the Indians sUipiel not a bit of it. They kept right on after him, the bullets tearing up the mud right along side. No wonder Iteach sa's that no man shall ever again ride that buck skin." "You bet, IVach is right not to let any man ride that horse, but I have a horse w hich went one hundred miles in forty-eight hours dragging a heavy wagon with a whole outfit and two heavy men weighing altout two hun dred tounds a piece," said a gentleman from Casa Grande. The Ucd Uick man leaned over to me anil whispered in my ear: "That's the dirgondest liar in the territory, " and cheerfully began: "Give me a mule every time. I have a mule which could have beaten that horse." "You have, eh," said Mr. Carpenter. "Yes, sir; I have a mule which went forty miles between water at a straight gallop in the dead heat of summer, and what took the fastest horse four days to do this mule could do iu two days. 1 know a time when this mule did three hundred and twenty miles in two days, and the water holes were thirty-live miles apart. Why. sir, that mule could go fifty miles at a dead run and never touch a drop of water." "My horse went the last sixty miles without a drop of water," retorted the Casa Grande man, "and the two men were altout dead, w ith their tongues lolling out of their mouths, but my horse was as fresh as a daisy." The Hed KocU man stared at him with a sad, wan, pitying smile, as if he were wondering why anj'one would im peril his soul altout such a trifle as that, and relapsed into silence. Occasional ly he mournfully shook his head, but w hen he caught me alone he said: "I wonder that fellow's tongue don't get laral3-zed telling such whoppers. There ain't no horse living that can travel twenty miles on the desert be tween drinks, let alone sixty. 1 know I can't! Nominate yer pizen." "I5ut your animal went forty miles without water? "Look a-herc, young man, I didn't say nothing altout horse. I said mule m-u-l-emule. See? Whisky straight, lioss. Never mind 3'er tarnation water." John Hamilton Gilmour, in San Fran cisco Chronicle. ;ronitil Covered In nnclnr- An average waltz takes a dancer over alx.tit thrvetuarters of a mile. A square dance makes him cover half a mile. A girl with a well-lilhtl pro gramme travels thus in an evening: Twelve waltzes, nine miles; four other d.-vves, at a half mile aphi'e. which is hard 13- a fairly big estimate, two miles more; the intermission stroll and the trips to the dressing-room to renovate her gown and complexion, half a mile; grand total, eleven and a half iniles. StruitKC iitil-ii vlicf The Mohaves believe that all who die and are not cremated art" turned into v. Is, and w hen they hear an owl hoot ing ut night they think it i.s the spirit of some dead Mohave returned. After an3-one dies they do not eat salt or wash theiu:.-lves for four da3's. They had formerl3' an annual burning of propcrt', and all would contribute something to the tlami-s in e.vrxt'tation of its-going up to their departed friends in Heaven, or "White Mountain," as they cull it. HIS DAY AT HOME. How Mr. Parfltfs Sick Spell Was Finally Curod. "No, I can't say I enjoy George's sick days at home," said Mrs. 1'arfitt. "He's sure to be poking into things and mak ing himself peneralpy disagreeable. Dear boy! he isn't that way any ther time. I'll warrant you, Conny" Mrs. l'artitt shot a humorous glance at her husband's extremely pretty cousin, who stood, in street attire, waiting for her "that he won't want to give me th; money for my new jacket to-day at all. P.ut there's the Carpenters' recep tion Thursday and Wait for me: I'll try it." And Mrs. Parfitt ran downstairs with a valiant smile. She found her husband in the library. He was young and comely, but a strip of red flannel on his throat, a shawl untidily worn and a ploom-.- ex pression of countenance did not im prove him. "I'd stay at home, dear," said Mrs. Parfitt, "if there was anything I could do for 3'ou," "There isn't," said her husband, shortly. "Th:s beastly cold has p jt to wear itself out." "Conn3' and I are poing out for a lit tle shopping, then. And if you can let me have the money for my spring jacket now, George? I'm a little late altout getting it as it is, you know. It's the tan one, with a strijted satin lining awfully pretty at Hright's " "I don't know anything about any jacket!" George snapped. "I'm har assed enough iu mind and Tbod3 Kate, without your persecuting me." . "In mind?" said Mrs. Parfitt, patient ly resign iug herself. This was one of George's days at home. "Yes, in mind!" He threw off his shawl, and sat up and glowered at her. "What do you think aUtut Hugh Dud ley and Constance, anyhow?" "Hugh Dudley and Constance?" Mrs. Parfitt stared a little. "That's what I said. He's coming here all hc time, isn't he? "What's he coming for?" Mrs. Parfitt looked into her lap A smile dawned on her fresh lips. "I rcall3 I " she murmured. "I feel responsible for Constance." said George, scowling impatiently at everything. "I asked hor here, and if she does anything to disgrace the Jamil- I shall feel to blame for it. Hugh Dudley! Would l.'ncie Joe or Aunt Apnes want her to marry Hugh Dudley? A mere mere " no fit term present ed itself. "I don't like this at all! In the coffee business! And I don't believe he knows who his grandfather was!" Mr. Parfitt concluded warmly. Mrs. 1'arfitt looked oddly demure. "Isn't the coffee business creditable, George, dear?" she queried. "And the Dudlej-s are a very pood family, reull3-, aud evcrylmdy likes Hugh." "1 don't! Hugh Dudley! when, with the slightest encouragement, Thomas Danforth " Oh!" Mrs. Tarfitt murmured. "You needn't think that has set me against Dudley, thougli. It hasn't. It isn't merely that Tom is a friend of mine; it's the difference in the two fel lows. Tern's a brick a brick Torn Dan forth is!" said Mr. Parfitt, with an em phasis that amounted to fierceness "And for Constance llorgen to ilelib- i erately take up with the worse man of I the two when she might have the J lietter it galls me! I'il never invite her Iicre again nor anyoouy vise; He Hung back int his chair. "I think Conny will perhaps be living here liefore long, dear," his wi.'e re joined, mildly. She had retreated to the halL "lou wont give me the money for my jack " "No!" emphatically. He heard the front door close directly, and said to himself he was giad to be alone. He supposed Constance was upstairs; but he was in no mood for talking to her. He was out of patience with her. He went to the kitchen and asked the cook to make him some ginger tea- Re turning he saw from the window a sight which caused him to utter an ex asperated prowl. Hugh Dudley was driving up briskly in his road cart, which cart was shining in the rays of the morning sun. as was also his hand some face. George met him at the door before the maid could answer the bell. "Is Miss Ilcrgen " the caller began, with a questioning smile, offering to shake hands. Mr. Parfitt ignored his hand. ' She is not at home," he said, delib erately, with no trace of his accusing conscience in his displeased face. To admit Hugh Dudley and hear him and Constance chattering and giggling for two hours in the parlor was too much, lie would not have it- The young man's face fell percepti bly. "When will she be at home?" he fal tered, embarrassed between his disap pointment and his awe of Mr. Parfitt's stern looks. 'I have not the slightest idea," George responded. Would the fellcw keep him there ut tering mendacities all day! Not but that the cause was good and sufficient, but he was not accustomed to lying. "I'm sorry," Hugh Dudley declared. lie lingered, looking touchingly un happy, only Mr. Parfitt was not touched. He looked as though he wus waiting to shut the door, and the vis itor retreated down the steps and into his cart. Ellen had the ginger tea ready. It was not strong enough, and too sweet. And when Ellen, having been some what gruffly informed of it, had made some afresh, Mr. Parfitt drank it, and resumed his shawl and his chair and his uncomfortable reflections. The door Itell rang again. George thought he knew the ring. Sure enough, it was Tom Danfortli. "Laid up?" that young man demand ed, coming in breezily, big and broad shouldered and bright-eyed and cheer ful. "Too bad! On your lungs? Have you tried a capsicum plaster? 1 can get you one in five minutes if you want me to." "It's in my head," said George, dis mally. Hut he smiled his pleasure at Tom Danforth's appearance, and wrung the young man's hand and took his coat and hat. "I'm glad you came glad to see you! Stay to lunch, won't J you? Have this foot rest. Constance I is home upstairs," he said, in a i breath. "Just wait," be added, eager ly. 'I'll go and get her." But he came back sulkily. "She went out with Kate, it seems," be explained in an injured manner. "I didn't know it. They're alwa3"s gad ding about- Have some maraschino or something?" "Cordial at this hour of the day?" Tom protested, looking the soul of reassuring good nature and betraying no excitement at the fact of Constance's absence. He even took up a newspaper. "He doesn't care," George mused, gloomily. "Maybe he isn't in love with her after all." And he sat and eyed his stalwart friend, and thought what a good hus band he would have made for Con stance, and how blind and contrary and exasperating the3 all were, and how helpless he himself was to arrange mat ters as they ought to be arranged. He fell into unhappy silence. "Has the cashier of the Freesborouph bank really gone off with the funds?" said Tom, with his handsome nose in the paper. "There's a rumor to that effect. Stewart's his na-ne. He's rich enough anyhow. He ought to Itc " The bell rang again! It was Mrs. Parfitt, looking pretty and pink cheeked after the fresh air and as blithe as though going to the Carpen ters" reception in her old beaded wrap were no, going to be a horrid neces sity. "Oh, you, Tom?" she cried, cordially. "I am so glad! Poor George is so wretched with that cold, and you can cheer him up!" "I don't need cheering up," said George, huddling his shawl closer. "Where is Constance?" "Conny?" said Mrs. Tarfitt, brightly. Oh! we met Hugh Dudley in his cart and he took Conny along with him. What a stylish turnout he has!" Mrs. Parfitt unpinned her bonnet. "He did. did he?" Her husband twitched in his chair so violently that his elbow knocked the ginger tea cup to the floor. Tom picked it up "I wonder if that scamp has taken the money if it will burst the bank?" he said. "It a shame!" "What bank?" Mrs. Parfitt ques tioned. An animated discus-don ensued. Mrs. Tarfitt knew the defaulting cashier's daughter; Tom Danforth had known his brother. George, who knew more altout him than cither of them, con tributed nothing to the conversation, lie leaned back and shut his t'3-es. lie confessed to himself that he was en tirely out of temper; but he hail cer tainly he had ample cause for bein;, so ample distracting cause. lie even licgan to think about poing upstairs to lied as a temporary escape from his al llictinns. "And I'm sorry enough for Sally Stewart- There's Conny!"' said Mrs. Parfitt "Said she shouldn't be pone long." Constance came sweeping in. Her stylish loug dress trailed alter luer with fine effect. Her lij'it coat was open and showed the whi" silk vest of her dress. Her little hat set back prettily on her fair hai. which was blown into many stra3-in- tendrils. George thought, with a mental groan, that she hail never looked so lovely. "Oh, Tom, 3-ou?" Constance cried, quite as Mrs. IVrfitt hail done. And then, not at all as Mrs. Parfitt had done, she pave hitn ltolh her hand and it was no halluci.-iution, it w as a fact and let him kiss her. She turned upon her cousin with her blue eyes sweetly dewy. "Do 3-ou like it, George ?" she said. "Are you glad? I know 3-ou ltk Tom. Aren't you pleased? We'd have told you before, but we've only been en paged a weelc, and nobody but Kate has known it so far." "And I thought 1 wouldn't blurt it out," said Tom, standing, flushed and Warning. "I thought I'd let Conny tell you, you know." "Are you two engaged?" George roared. He sought vainl3' to get his wife's eye. "Then how about Hugh Dudley?" "Mr. Dudley?" said Constance, vaguely. '"Oh. George! You haven't thought that Hugh Dudley wanted m" or I him? W hy, it's all altout Grace tfuinby. They were engaged, you know, and then they had some ridiculous trouble or other; and G.-ac' aud 1 have been so chummy ever since I've been here that Mr. Dudley cams right to me with it. He's lieen here two or three times to tell me things to tell her and I've told her all of them, for Grace was foolish and hasty, and it really wasn't Mr. Dudle.v's fault at all, and I've been anxious for them to make it up. And now they have. He came this morning to get me to go there with him, and he met me on the street and we went. And Grace began to cry when she saw him, and I came away and " Constance was sympathetically tear ful. "We'll never quarrel, w ill we, Tom?" she demanded, tenderly. Tom stroked her hand. "Kate!" cried Mr. Parfitt, sternly. Hut his wife, laughing until her pink cheeks were red, slipped her hand through his arm. "You're a dear good boy," she avowed, "and I was a mean, dreadful girl to do it. Hut, George, you were so cross about my jacket that I wanted so you're always a little cross when you're at home sick, you know and 1 thought you'd know it so soon, any how, and it was a temptation, and I'm awful sorry," said Mrs. Parfitt, pleadingly. "Where's my pocke tbook?" said George. "You shall have that jacket. I meant you to all the time. I'm over joyed and rejuvenated and cured, and I'm going down to the office." Waver ly Magazine PICKLED PEPPERS. Some people are full of good works, and some are full of pood intentions. Yor will lie rememlx-red f tr how well you have done, and not for how well you looked- Tire goxl you do in this life may live after you but it won't grow any after you're dead. Ira man expects to have wings in Heaven, he'd lietter not depend on the marble cutter that is hired to chisel 'em on his tombstone. Ira man wants the liest epitaph, he had lietter put a hundred dollars into meat and bread for the hungry, than to put it into words chiseled on cold marble. Young Men's Era. MAT'S HUSBAND. No O110 But Herself Knew She- Lovod Him. Why She doubtless had a woman's reason for marrying hitn. That kind of rea son may net satisfy other people, but it is invariably sufficient for the femi nine reasoner. Sam Toms was w hat is called "wuth less" by his Texan r.cighliors. Old Hill I'.unn, his father-in-law, himself not a veo' energ-.-tic or useful citizen, used to sit on the steps at the cross-road ;!re and publicl' bewail his sad lot in h:ivin;r Sam for a mem'ter of hi.s faini ir. Dill had a dramatic style of do livery that was very fetching, and in variably impressed strangers as being vitv much in earnest. He would sit on the steps, silently -hewing an enormous mouthful of to fiacco :.nd apparently listening to the Malversation of his co-loafers. If Sam's :'ume was mentioned, he wuld pive vent to four or five little falsetto .qucaks, which found egress through .lis nose; then he would draw in a long ire;-lii. puff out his fat cheeks, purse us mouth, and pive a heavy whistling iigh; this would l r fi llowed by a large iual:lit3' f tobacco juice, carefully timed at some object in the vicinity. rhej-e preliminaries aecoiaplishciL, P.-ll would rise to his feet, thrust one fat, 1:1-13- l.:;nd into hi-, shirt front, wave the "other in a sweeping gesture as he lowered his eyes and rolled his head fiu.il frt-ni side to side, and deliver himscif profoundly, after the follow ing fvshion: "Ah hum! That Sam Toms is th' laz-iest, mos' shifiess, o'nerv. triilin' cuss 1 ever seed. an' 3-ere I've done got 'iin f r a sou-'n-lawr. Hm-hiu-hm!" .tiiovhcr whistling sigh would close this croratirm, and old Hill would resume lils s-':-.t, st ill shaking his head sorrow fully. And Pill was more than half right. Nominally. Sam was a cow Ik 13-; but :110s'- ul the time he would tell 3-011 he v. as "jes' layin' off a spell, t' rest up like." He had always been just so distin .''uished for laziness in an easy-going :o:an-:uitV, and nobody expected him ver to lie otherwise; and it puzzled p-o, -Ic immensely when energetic, eapr.Me Mattie P.unn accepted him for "reg'iar vomp'r.y," to sa- nothing of the ser.su'. soil created by the ir wedding. M;:t, ::s has been suggested, probably h: d some rea son for mat ry ing Sam; i.-i.t it i . quite certain that she never ti, '. ay. ne wh-it that reason was. Si.iu w as tail, and big, aud handsome ia his ca.eless slouchy v.-av; he had always managed, no out knew how, to wear (.--'"si cioihcs, too. These facts nnd his perennial pood nature and triend.j- ways were the onl3- punt ill bis favor. Aj.di.st l.irn were the points so forcibly taken by his fat hcr-iu-iaw, and. also, that he -'ol druni; whenever 110 could p-,'dii!y d 1 s 1, and was :n:-r;:lly so weak that ati3'one could easily lead him a.. tray. lio.v Mat an 1 Sa::i got along no one but Mat knew. Once in a great while, Sam w ould do some work and earn a dollars. If he pot home with it wiiliout stopping at the saloon, well and gixxL Hut. ofteuer than not, he would ii-axi in jes' f take a nip 'r two," and that would settle it. At sach times he would stay and I1U3 Jriuks for everyliod- present while his ;uoney laste.L Then he would come home in a maudlin, tearful state of in toxication, and invent some tale to ac count for his condition and the disap pearance of his money, winding up with the promise never to let it happen again. And Mat would pretend that :.he believed him, and would stroke his curly head until he fell asleep. Then she would look at the handsome scamp for a few minutes with love unutter able in her c3-es the tired eyes back of which were a world of unshed tears. Hut she never complained not the first word; the firm-set mouth and weary look might indicate ever so mucin but her lips never expressed it. And Sam gradually grew more and more useless and shiftless, trusting to his w ife's ready wit and fertility of re source to carry them both over the bad places. There were lots of bad places, too. Twice Sam ran into debt several dol lars at the saloon, and Mat found some means to pay the debts onl3- herself knew how. Hut the second time she informed the saloou man that he must trust Sam no more. And. ltcsides these things, to live how did they do it? Nobody could guess. Perhaps even Mat herself could not have told; yet live they did or, rather, existed and, for the mttst part, kept out of debt. Sam sometimes worked, but never for very long. He always found some exeuse for leaving a place within a few days. He could almost always find an other job easil3' enough, for he was an excellent "hand" when he chose to lie but he did not hasten altout finding a new job when he had given one up; not until they were reduced to the very last straits could Mat get him to hunt ing work again. One day Sam left home for a ranch about thirty-live miles distant, where he had heard they wanted help. Two days passed three four five and no word came from him. Mat was not a little worried, although Sam had often been away for two weeks at a time without sending word to her. Hut this time it was different; there was no ex cuse for his not sending a message, as the stage came 113- the ranch he hail gone to three times a week. If he had found work there, as he expected, he could casil3- have notified her. So, late in the afternoon of the fifth da3', she threw her shawl over her head and went down to her father's, to find if they had heard anything of Sam. The old fellow was standing in the doorway, talking to a couple of strangers. "No," he was saying, 1be3' hain't lte'n no person 'long 3-ere, las' few days, but w hat b'longs 3'cre. Mebbe, though, he mout a lte'n seed over yere t' Da con's. Hen thar? No? Wa-ah my boy's comin' in fia thar -;rty soon, an' he c'n tell 3-e. Come in an' feed; Jack'll be 3-ere right soon Mat stayed to help her mother with ... runner, and during the curse of th. the meal learned that the two stran ?ers fl-.-.tmilinir a horse thief, who had stolen a valuable horse at "J forty miles cast and sold it at Pickett Station, and who was believed to have come this way. As the listened to the conversation a sudden naniclcsa fear came vn her. making her feci faint and ilL "As soon as supper was over she took her shawl and hurried home. Somehow she was not surprised to find the door open. She entered hasti ly. Sam was in bed asleep and breath ing stertorous ly. He had evidently lieen drinking, as his clothes were scat tered altout the floor, and Mat, looking out the back door, could see his pmy standing patiently where Sam had left him, waiting for some one to come and feed him. Mat leaned over the sleep ing man and kissed him gentl3 her eyes full of love. Then she turned to pick up his clothes and put them away. The trousers were lie av3-, and some thing jingled in one of the pockets. Instinctively Mat. thrust her hand into it and drew it forth clasping several gold pieces. As she did so her eyes opened w ide and she stxtd as if stunned for a time, her heart chilled with the same strange fear that had stricken her awhile ago and impelled her to hurry home. She rushed to the led and shook Sam roughly. "Sam' Sam! wake up'." she almost screa med. The man turned over and looked at her stupidly. "H'lo. M-.Mat! Yere, lie ye? Gimme kiss," he said, in a dull tone. "Not twell 3-e tell me whar ye done got these yere things!" Mat's voice sounded broken and shrill. Sam sat up and rublted his head, look ing at her in drunken wonder. "W-w'.y, them them thar, hone3-?" She shook him fiercchy, and said, in a lower tone a tone of earnest force: "Tell me, Sa:n Toms, w har 3'e done pot these 3-ere, coins! Quick, now!" Her tone partially sobered the man, whose ej'cs opened wider as he asked, querulous-: "What ye so all-fired fussy 'bout? I hain't done nothin." And he laughed in a half-drunken, haif-nervous wa3 "Sam! irh it did ye pit 'cm?" He sat dumbly staring at her. "Sam!" her voice was full of horror, "did yu steal that thar hoss?" No answer; but Mat saw by his eves she had guessed the truth. Slowly the coins fell from her hand to the floor; slowly h?r head lient forward until her face touched the pillow. For minutes she did not move nt until Sam. who hail licen staring at her womleringly, reached out his Lip hand and laid it caressingly on her heaiL Then she sprang to her feet, her hot eyes glaring. and her form trembling with anger and horror. She did not speak, but fixed her paze on his face for a few seconds. He did not meet her look, and presciit-13- she turned and ran out of the door. Sam, almost solter now, called after her. but she did not answer. He pot out of lied slowly and started Ut dress himself, lie had almost finished, w heu Matt, accompanied I13- her father and the two strangers, returned. "Thar he is an' thar's th' money," she said, and passed on out through the back door, w ithout looking at Sam. There was a jail at the cross-roads; it was a primitive affair, but solid a;;d sultstantial. It was a dugout in the side-hill, and had a heavy oak door and great steel hinges and lock. It was plenty stronp enough to hold a dozen men, all anxious to escape and Sam Toms did not tr3' to escape. He onl3 sat still in the low, damp, darksome r torn and tried ' to understand how it had all happened. It must lie a drunk en dream but, no, he was almo.t solter, and knew where he was and how and why he was there. Put he could not understand. Hail Mat was it really Mat, who had given him up? There must lie some mistake. The big, strong man finally liegan to realize it all. He lay down on the bnnk and cried himself to sleep, like a child. It must have been altout one o'clock in the morning when some one silentl3' entered the house of old Hill Hunti, constable. This some one entered by the back door, went stealthily into the rixici where Hill and his wife slept, rummaged altout a few minutes, and then emerged from the house. It was a woman, and she had something in her hand. Sam Toms was awakened, a little after this, ly a rattling, jarring sound. He sprang up, just as the big oaken doors swung back and revealed the figures of a woman and two saddle horses. "I come f'r ye, Sam," said the wom an, with a sob. "I done brung Intth ponies an' ou' clo'es. Le's go, Sam; we c'n pit 'crost th' rivah befo' mawiMn'. Come'" He clasped her in his arms, and they clung to each other a little while. Then Mat said, more steadily: "Come, Sam. Lc'sgoovah t' Mexico an' meblte we c'n try 'u do lietter ovah thar." And they rode forth in the bright, free ra tonlight, down towards the liio Grande into a new and lietter life. Ii. L. Kctchum, in San Francisco Argo naut. THE WORLD'S PROGRESS. Oxe of the latest practical applica tions of aluminum is in making car riage window frames. A large est.;l lishment at Neuhaussen. Switzerland, turns out large numbers of these frames daily. A til. ass factory ;;t Liverpool now has glass journal lmxcs f.Ta!l its machinery, a glass 11. Kir. glass shingles on the roof and a smoke stack K'"i feet hij.'h built wholly out of glass bricks, each a f-Kit square. Among the smallest priKluetsof man's constructive tah-nt must now Ik- num liercd a tea-kettle which lias lieen ham mered by an ingenious foreign metal worker out of u small copjtcr coin a little larger than a copper cent. A Minim as woman has patcnt-d a device for sin tiring glass in the doors of stoves and furnaces, in order that the process of lutVirig mny Ik- watched without opening the doors, und also to save fuel by decreasing draughts. Among the most remarkable inven tions at the recent paper exhibit at Herlin was a set of pajn-r teeth made by a Lubcck dentist in l7s. They have I Ki'n in constant use for more than thirteen 3-ears, and show altsoiutcly no wear whatever. ' Giving Nobility Due Credit. Miss Merry "What makes you think Count De Poor will not return to the sea shore this year?" Mr. llohson "He eause Mrs. Fool-Hardy sent her dia monds to town -w ith him to be cleaned." Jewelers' Weekly. lon Konnty, etc.