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VOLUME XXVII.
EBENSBUEG, PA., FRIDAY. JANUARY 13.1S93.
NUMBER 2.
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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.
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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
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Mk, W "The Rochester."
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see" ine -Uocnester
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forcibly. All metal,
in three pieces only, jS-sf
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BUSHELS
POTATOES
Ct. W. P.it ami-.i.k. Fair !o, Knt Cffc,
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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
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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.
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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.