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Patrick Donahue, Clearflelc.. A Diekey, Worth. W F Kakin, Connoquenessinr. T S Fletcher, Parker. William (' Fleming, Buffalo. Iliram M filll, Slippervrock. .Tolin Groinan, Itntler borough. Abe A Could, Oakland township. ("apt John Hesselgesser. Winfield. Abram Henshew. Millerstown bor. P J Ke'.ley, Buffalo township. F G Kline. Zelienople bor. Samuel Kerr, Harrisvllle. J C Murtland, Brady township. J C Moore. Centre. Austin M'Clyinonds, Muddycreelf. John T McCandless, Clay. J B McQulstion. Butler bor. Neal Mcßnde, (learfleld township. B S Mackey, Millerstown bor. R W McGee. Harrisville. John Mitchell, Butler. A 1 Ruff, Buller. J C Kay. Fairview twp. Wesley Roessim;. Butier bor. W W St. Clair, Worth twp. Foster Seat on. Marion. All)ert St:irr, Peon. Frederick Stark, Saxoiiburg bor. John Stable, Middlesex twp. H C Turk, Brady. Arthur Turner, Jefferson. Jacob f Wise. Jackson. Henry Ziegler, Forward. SF. :OSD WE3K -THIRD MONDAV, 18TH. Samuel Adams. Kairview township. .William Adams, Washington. Archibald Black, Donegal. John Belfour, Adams. Ch vries Cranmer. Clay. DM Cross, Marion. Joseph Curry, Slipparyrock. John Cannon, Parker. Allen Campbell, Suntwry bor. John Doerr, Butler twp. T H DoJds. Franklin. Joseph Ewing, Clinton. W H Knsminger, llutler bor. O P Grab am. Cranberry. R S Grant. Allegheny. William Gibson. Petrolia bor. John Hamil, Summit twp. Paul Keister. Slipperyroek. Thomas Kennedy, Winfield. Simon Keefer, Lancaster. James Kellev. Esq. Sunbury bor. John M Louden, Clay twp. Alex Lowrv. Butler bor. J W MeXa'ughton, Washington. J H Muntz, Centreville l>or. Thomas Morrow. Clearfield. James Monroe, Petrolia bor. Jam<* Mahood Ir, Washington twp. William McKibbin, Clinton. Claud Mangel, Winfield. H C McCoy. Cherry. W A I'urviance, Forward. David Patton, Concord. William Iteossenberry, Venango. James B Story Butler bor. David B Stoops, Adams. W H Shanor, Lancaster. Philip Slioup, Forward. Heurv Sanderson. Clay. John Updegraff. Worth. Freeman Vandirvort, Cranberry. C A Wagner, Millerstown bor. J W Young, Allegheny twp. F Zeliner, Jackson. THIRD WF.SK-FOURTH MONDAY, ?STH. Solomon Albert, Franklin township. F M Brawley. Parker. Alex Brown, Mercer. J E Bard, Centreville bor. James Burr esq. Adams twp. Samuel Cross, Worth. JamesColgan. Allegheny. Israel Cranmer, Clay. John Cypher, Winfield. James Crawford. Allegheny. Thomas Chantler, Middlesex. John Carrotliers. Clay. John Cumberland, Concord. William Cruikshanks, Winfield. B Dougherty, Petrolia bor. Charles Deitrick, Middlesex twp. John B Davis, esq. Clinton. John Ferguson, Middlesex. Benjamin Garvin. Cranberry. A 1) Gillespie. Washington twp. John Jackson west. J W Glenn, Mereer. Absolom Gray, Connoqueuesslng north. Michael HigKins, Ye.iango. J M He bier, Petrolia bor. James Kildoo, Clay. King Lawrence. Muddyereek. Thomas McGafflck. Slipperyroek. J Russell McCaudless, Cherry. A II Morse, esq, Buffalo. Samuel Meals, Venango. A Miller. Kairview west. Hugh M" Fadden, Donegal. James Niblock. Connoquenessing south. James Norris, Summit. Henry Pillow, esq, Butler bor. John Parks, of Win, Middlesex. Lewis Reettg, Summit. G S Shakely, Parker. Abraham Seckler. Jackson west. Kdward Sefton, Clinton. Alex Wilson, Allegheny. John Webb, Clay. DC Wadsuorth.'Clny. | List of Trnvers* Jurors drawn for a Special Term of Court, commencing 3rd Monday of May. ltttta day. Roljt Anderson Allegheny twp. Jacob Byerlv, Buffalo. W K Bioj-n. Mercer John BedV. Fairview. Peter Birnhart. Fairview. Noah Bowen, Adam-'. George Cooper. Middlesex. John Clark. Washington. Charles Conoby. Penn. John B Cunningham, Clinton. Geo W Campbell, butler bor. G W Dodds, Connoquenessing. Nicholas Dumbach, Cranberry. John W Ekis. Saxonbnrg bor. J*mea Freeman. Crauburry township. Paul Gottlieb, Jefferson twp. Samuel Gallagher, Muddyereek. A W Grossman, Brady. Henry Greenawald, Jackson. Jacob Graham. Clearfield. B F Hillnrd, Washincton. Jacob Hilgar. Slippervrock. David Henry. Buffalo. Joseph Logan. Jefferson. John I.ink jr, Worth. Bixter Logan. Penn. Peter Miller. Lancaster. Alonzo McCandless. Franklin. Patrick McNamee, Venango. William Moore, Fairview. Alex Morrison, Lancaster. W T Mechling. Butler bor. James Buy, Penn township. A M Reynolds, Venango. Robt. St. Clair, Centre. J F Stinetorf, Washington. William Shephard, Middlesex. Frank Slator, Donegal. John Studebaker, Worth. Chas Tinker, Cherry. John Vensil, Donegal: W F Wick. Clay. Christ Walter, Jackson. J C Ziegler, Jackson, ~ "HOTELS GRAND BOULEVARD HOTEL. Corner 59// i St. & Broadway, NEW YORK. On Both American and European Plans. 1 9 tm i ... Fronting on Central Park, the Grand Boulevard, Broadway and Fifty-Ninth St., this Hotel occu pies the entire square, and was built and fur nished at an expense of over $400,000. It is one of the most elegant as well as being the finest lo cated in the city ; has a passenger Elevator and all modern improvements, and Is within one square of the depots of the Sixth and Eighth Avenue Elevated R. K. cars and still nearer to the Broadway cars—convenient and accessible from all parts of the city. Rooms with board, $2 per day. Special rates for families and permanent guests. K. HASKhLL, Proprietor. -J-HE SBHREIBER HOUSE. L. NICKLAS, Prop'., MAIN STREET, BUTLER, PA. Having taken poeession of the above well sown Hotel, and it being furnished in the boat of style for the accomodation of guests, the public are respectfully invited to give me a call. I have also possession of the barn in rear of hotel, which furnishes excellent stabling, ac comodations for mv patrons. L. NICKLAS. VIA-SANO THE GREAT Aeompoond of the active principles of m mm m mmmm Eucalyptus, Sarsapariila. Mandrake, I |\mE> w D* D <i*l ,oa » Kidnej-Wort, Buchti, Ln | Jg Ebl\ Bop*. Ac., which acts promptly on m ■ ««# the Liver. Kidney*. Blood. Stomach I# 11| W and Bowels at the tarae time. These mL 111 111 I I orjptns are so intimately connected (\|UI wwm I that when ooe is diseased, they all .A.ITX) become more or leu affected. Hence ■fc ■ 4% the great value and superiority of I II II II this compound, which restores thetn 0 k w w V all to healthy aotion. and v a tonic, ■n IPH/r L'TW builds up the entire system. It is HiJCjIIi ri 1/ X also a most Taloable remedy for Hsad- JL Anti«Bi!iOU§ ache - Biliooincs. Consti mr V jr-m Gravel, Female Weakness, all TTOW Bkin Diseaees. Scrofulous and Svphi tWc affections, old eores and ulcers. Pleasant to take. Trial bottles. 3ftcts. Large bottles, 50cts. All druggists and country scores hare it, or will get it for yon. Also prepared in «ugar* «ost«4 pill*, and mailed for *5 eta. a box. Agkjits Wi.-dia, HOME MEDICINE CO., Philadelphia, Pa. , VOL. XVIII. 1 MRS. LYDIA t. PINKHfiW. OK LYNN, I^ASS. p DISCOVEIiEB Of LYDIA E. PSNKHAM'3 VEGETABLE COMPOUND. The Positive Cure For all Female Complaints. Thia as naroe consists cf | Veffotai)!3 Propei"ti63 th..t are Larralja to tho most del icate invalid. Upon ono trial tbo merits of this Com pound will bo racojfnizoc!, cj relief ij irainediato ; tnd when its uso is continued, in ninety-nine cases in a huu drod, a permxiccnt cure in efTcctcc!,as wrCl te» tify. On account cf its proven merits, it is tc-daj re comnaenrted and prescribed by tlio Lott physicians in the country. It will euro entirely tho v.orst form of falling of the uterus, Leuccrrhcn, and painful Menstruation, nil Ovarian Troubles, Inflammation end Ulceration, all Displacements and the ooa ■equer.t spinal weakness, c.r.d is especially adapted to the Change of Life. It will dissolve smd exj>el tumors from the uterus in an early cta&e of development. Tlis tendency to cancerous humors there is chocked very speedily by its use. la fact it has proved to be the rrec t est and best remedy that lias ever been discover ed. It permeates every portion of t-e system, and jjives new life and stroya all craving for stimulants, aril relieves veakness of tho stomach It cures Hloating, Ilcadachcs, !."ervous Trosl ration, General Debility, Sleeplessness, Depression and Indi gestion. That feeling of bearing down, causing pain, weight and backache, is alws ys permanently curt d t j its use. It will at all timc under rll clrcumstan ces, act in harmony with the lavr that c* ov c:ns Ul2 femalo system. For Hidney Complaints of citlser sex this compoun 1 is unsurpassed. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Is prepared at 233 and 235 Weste. n Avenue, Lynn, Mass. PricosLoo. Six bottlos for Sent by mail in the form of pills, also in tho form cf Lrse igcs, cn rerei; t of price, P° r bor, for cither. Mrs. TOTIIIIAII freely answers all letter; of inquiry. £knd Z:? pam phict. Address n3 aLove JXsni.on t'li.i paper. No family should be without LYDIA II I'IXIirLVZJ' LI Villi PILLS. They cure Constipation, LUiousnc: s, and Torpidity of the Liver. 2je:.ntsix.r bcr QLO. A. KELLY & CO.. General Agents, Pittsburgh Pa. Sold by D. 11. Wuller, - Butler Pa. H eoed by the strain of ters toiling over mi^T| H your duties avoid niglit wt.rk. to res- Cj B stimulants and use Jg loro bram nerveaud U ■ Hop Bitters. B waste, use Hop B. r ■ If yon are y mm? an 1 ■ suffering from any tn- © H discretion or dissifuxn tion , it you are mar- H n ried or single, old org young,suffering from SK |fij poor health or languish Q| ing on a bed of sick g ness, .rely on Hopff Sitters. & g| Whoever you art , Thousands die an- H R whenever you feel ISf' nuailyfrom some H ; H that your system mLj form of Kidnoy ■ M needs cleansing, ton-(Lis inae that might g- Kg lug or stimulating, , have been presented E H wftbouti atoxtcatinu, by a timely use of take Hop Hopßltters B Bitters. # Bsmmm I Hare yon dys- Jjr„ S j peps'H, kidney D. I. C. K I plaint, disease B' iß *** absolute 9 of the '4 ITHT) ""isista- | bmrei,, biood. Jj rjll I a 1 ; 10 '', u ro f,r 5 liver or nerval f! liU L BUirunltenncsa, 9 v . m . Biuse of opium, you win be j* nirrrnna to i>acco,or fi Hop Blttors A S Ifyouaresfm- jjS Lll 1 L,iU g| Soldhrdrojr- B iril l.tryis N VER HjC rcular. I 8a v 3 your | C" A I I \ 9 -! ( Q willitcubTmb? I Saitl a man, whose \voel>e;toneL counten ance ami lirokcn-down constitution iilaln ly showed traces of tlioea.se—a sufferer with Nervous in whose stomach the most clelieate morsel lay like lead, lte frcsliiiiK sleepand quiet nerves werestn'.n gers to him. and he despam d of ever being | well. We advised him to take SIMMONS LIVER REGULATOR, which lie did. and in a short time was not only relieved but cured. Header, if you are suffering with Pvspep sia or I.iver Disease in any fonn, do not wait until the disease has taken a fast hold upon you. but use the Regulator when the symptoms lir-l show themselves. SIM MONS LIVKK RKUI'LAToK is not ;ui :il cohoiic ..timulant. but a I'URKI.Y VIitiK TAIII.E RKMEI>\ Miat wilt cure when everything else fail.-. It is a faultless fam ily medicine. Does not disarrange the system. Is no violent drastic purge, but nature's own remedy. The friend of eve ryone. and will not disappoint you. A single trial will convince you that it is the cheajtest. purest and best Family Medicine in the world. ASK the recovered dyspeptics, billions sufferers, victims of fever and ague, the mercurial diseased patient how tlieey re covered their health, cheerful spirits and good appeilte tliev will tell you by taking Simmons Liver Regulator. ASK YOUR DRUGGIST FOR 111111011*5 Liver Regulator! Original and genuine prepared only by J. 11. ZEU.IX A CO., Phi la. apr2B-ly ' TIO NS. Wwm a particle of't j.e Halm IS vtAV-r-,. c/ir,„..,. n-, ,l ~.i'i* »>to the mi tills ; draw n stronglireaths through ■r the liose. It will be wheals aiisorl.ed, cleansing, JHASt L and healing the dis **> For Deafness, tfcAw— •'xidifaci apply a particle into the ear. ELY'S CREAM BALM TIAViNO gained an enviable reputatiun, displac ing all other preparations in the vicinity of discov ery, is, on its ineiits alone, recognized as a won derful remedy wherever known. A fa!r trial will convince the most skeptical of its curative pow ers. It effectually cleanses tlie nasal passages of Catarrhal virus, causing healthy secretions, al lays inlkimmatioii ami iiritation. pmteets Ihe meiubranal linings or tlie bead from additional colds, completeh lieals the sores and restores llie sense of taste iind smell. Reueflcial results are realized by a few applications. A thorough treat ment as directed will cure Catarrh. As a house hold remedy for cold in the head Is unequaled. The Balm is'easv to use and agreeable. Sold liv druggists at 50 cents On receipt of no cents will mail a package. Send fer circular with full infor mation. ELY'S CREAM HALM CO.. Owego, N. Y. For sale in Itutlerby l». 11. Wuller,.l. C. Redick, i Zimmerman & \Vuller. Coulter & Linn. Union Woolen F'UTLER, PA. H. FIIM.K«TO\. Prop'r. Manufacturer ot BLANKETS, FLANNELS, YARNS, ifec. Also cuctom work done to order, such as enr'ling Rolls, making Ulankcts, Flannels Knit ting and Weaving Yatos, &c., 't very low prices. Wool worked on the slaves, it de sired. mv7-1v Exerutor'ni Notice. Letters testamentary (liavieg I ecu giaoted t' tlie ii' designed on Ibe esiale ol Simon Smith, late of Allegheny township Butler county, I'a., deceased, this is to give notice toall persons, knowing themselves to l>e indet ted to said es tate thai immediate payment is required, and those I'/iviiiir claims against th" same lo present themselves duly authenticated lot cttlemeut. ABRAHAM SMITH, i,, f«l>l« SAMUEL SMITH, P"" I'*- 1 '*- \VEEK. si a dav at home easily made "Costlv Outfit iree. Address Tkue & Co., , Augusta, MXiuc. -niaMy [Friiin Harper's Magazine for March, tsst.] A HELPMEET FOR HI3I. I. I His name was John Detmold. Judg ing by his name, be have been of Gorman descent, and he was merely a country boy, living a hard li f e upon a farm in what was then the wild interior of Ohio. For years he had grubbed and ploughed, had hoed and reaped, with eyes fastened upon a harvest beyond that of his corn and yellow pumpkins, more than that of his summer hunting and his midwin ter trapping. And now the long-look ed-for Christmas had come at last, and he was on a visit to the town which was at that dato the metropolis of all that region. He was nothing but a coarsely clad rustic, as thickset, sun burned, utterly uncouth and awkward, as cou!d be found, and he had driven to town in a cart laden with the care fully dried skins ol many a squirrel and rabbit, raccoon and deer. Igno rant as the lad was, he had, where money was concerned, a skill which amounted to science. His lumpv hand had a hunger for cash which was sur passed only by the grip with which it closed up >n and kept whatever coins came within its grasp. Possibly he inherited this from parents who, in Germany, most likeU, had to struggle for life, with the wolf of poverty for ever upon the threshold. Certainly his farm experiences had deepened and ! hardened in him any such t( ndencies. Indulging now in none of the tempta tions of the town, he gave himself dili gently to getting the highest price in the market for his wares, and persisted until he had sold the last skin, and buckled the last cent obtained therefor about his waist, and next his person, in a belt which he had himself made for tl«c purpose. But his long-anticipated object in coming to town was a something be yond even that. He bad been born with, or had in some queer fashion de veloped within himself, an appetite which money was but a means toward appeasing. When ho first came, he bad put up at. the cheapest tavern he could learn of, and the clerk thereof had been greatly amused at the fre quency with which he had drank at the water faucet, drawing cup after cup thereof for himself. After that it seemed as if he would never be done wasbingr his face and hands, filling and emptying the tin pan, and filling it again. Greatly refreshed, he went out to make his sales. Immediately upon his return to the tavern he again exhibited a strange fondness for water considering how cold the weather was Again he washed his hands and face at the sink in the little room adjoining the bar, turning on the water for the purpose fi'cm the brass faucet. lie took a long time at it, letting the water off and or, off and on, as if he would never get through. When he had dried his face and hands upon the brown roller-towel, he found himself to take yet another driuk, holding the pewter mug under the faucet, and watching the 1 ush and foam of the liquid as a toper might have done the pouring out of whisky. 'How far is it to what- it e« mes from ?' he asked the office clerk. Hut that gentleman was too busy with his cigar to do more than icpl; , 'Up street and John Detmold 1 astet d in the direction in dicated, until, I uving climbed the hill which ovciloeki d the town, he found and lingered lonir upon the banks of the reservoir w isith supplied the fluid in which l.e sti mtd to find such pleas ure. As he came ' uck at last he hardly looked in at the windows of the stores. There were sigi's along the street tel ling where, to judge from the delinea tions thereof upon the boards, the thickest and br< wncst of gingerbread, the most foan.y of beer, were to be had ; but the lad regarded them not, save with eyes in which appetite was sternly repressi d, and, arrived at his tavern, he refn r hed himself with an other wash, 'i hat over and no one being in the little room to see, he held his hollowed p.'.lms side by side under the faucet, wati hing the force and and froth of the v ter with eager eyes, stooping to drink occasionally from his overflowing hands with more zest than if it had b cn, instead, the choic est Champagne. 'No, I don't believe I'll take any thing,' he rep!it d to the clerk, who acted also as purveyor of the manifold liquors which nderned the shelves of the bar. His thirst was only the stronger, in consequence of the water he had drank for that which bad ! brought him b tt.wn, and, asking his way along the street as he went, he j found himself in the end at tbat 'Power House' ~f which be had heard, and with wonder, for many a year. The metropolis was tlie Rome of his imagination, 1 ut this lowroofed brick building upon the bank of the river was to him tie St. Peter's of that Rome. John Detmold entered rever ently, and sto< d gazing at last upon the divinity v> h:eh had established i here its sbrim . The farmers return | ing from the tt wn had brought wonder ful stories of the water-works, anew thing in that u g!'>n at that d.-te, and ! the tidings I. d awakened beyond everything ehe a certain slumbering something will n him. He could not remember wb< u he had not pondered over the idea < f force thus caught and cased, and ma;i! to lift a river into the air, as it were and pour it in power ful currents thr ugh streets anu houses hurling it in cataracts upon buildings. Never had he seen machinery before. For the first tin e in his life he could gratify the cra\ ing of years. And now at last he stood, his mouth open, his eyes feeding themselves upon the steam-engine. It forced the water, as : he knew, through under-ground pipes, 'to the reservoir he had visited That i was the boiler, this was the cylinder and piston ; 1< re before him was the great fly whe«l, revolving slowly and without sound half above and half below the su; face of the brick floor. It was Christi: as afternoon ; the snow lay upon the pound; the only person besides4iniM ll there was the oily and smutched engineer. It was little John Detmold eared for him, unless, indeed, | as the high priest of this divinity, and BIJTLER, PA„ WEDNESDAY. MARCH 23.1881 ! e stood so long in ecstatic admira tion of the machinery that the engi neer was sure his visitor was 'either a born fool or drunk; most likely the last, seeing it's Christmas,' the grimy faced custodian said to himself. Did ye never see an injin before ?' he demanded, finally. 'No, sir ;' and the vision was enough for the country lad, only he put into his reply something of the awe due to him who was allowed to tend upon it. 'lt don't go as fast as I thought,' he added, after a long drinking in of the force displayed. There was no re sponse. The lad drew nearer, as if sucked into the vortex of the whirling power, 'Stand back, you fool !' shouted the engineer. 'Do you want to be killed?' The other looked up, but, when he moved at all, it was to yield to the infatuation which seemed to charm him toward destruction, and yet nearer still. 'I could stop it,' he said. The engineer dropped a paper he had been reading, laid down his pipe, and eyed his visitor more closely. 'l'll bet you I could stop it!' The engineer rose from his greasy stool, to be ready for an emergency. 'lt is some crazy chap,' he was saying to himself. 'l've got lots of money in my belt, and I'll but you ten dollars I can hold it,' the lunatic remarked. 'Think so ? And the other stood by him ready to seize him, a little afraid of him too. 'Who would have supposed he would try it ?' the engineer often ob served afterward. The ignorant lad had placed himself in the rear of the great wheel revolving steadily from him. His companion was not quick enough. An instant more and John Detmold had planted his big brogans firmly, had drawn in a deep breath, had clasped his arms about the turn ing tire, had been lifted, and dashed head-forcmost through a window, and into a drift of snow thirty feet away. 'Except that his face was cut up with the glass, he wasn't hurt one bit,' was the way the engineer told the story. 'When I stopped her, and ran out "to pick up the pieces, do you know what Jack Detmold was doing? .That man was sitting up in the and fumbling to get at his belt. He had got a good ten dollars' worth, he suid afterward. An} 7 how, he paid his bet like a gentleman, if I hadn't taken him up. That was the way it began. You see, Jim was off on a drunk—Jim had been my fireman—on a Christmas drunk, Jim, was. Well, Detmold, he talked me into it I took him on for a day or two, but it went on from that. He never left town after that day. One thing led to another. All he cared for was machinery, lie never gave up until—ob, it was years and years afterward—he took my place. I got tired, and went down the river on a boat instead. Never knew a man so fond of an injin as he was. John loved it mere than he did his wife when he married her, or rather when she managed to marry him. They were the queerest couple you ever saw ' But it was a mistake to suppose that it was merely the machinery John Det mold loved so well. Really he cared no more for it than he bad done for the faucets through which the water rushed into his greedy hands when he came first to town. Nor was it the steam any more than it had been the water which so seized upon and per petually fed, if it did not satisfy, his craving. Some boys are fond of good eating and of nothing else. Others are eager, as they grow older, after whisky, fine horses, the dice box, land, money. Many a man finds his plea sure in society, in dress, in reputation, in woman, in art, in books. This man cared nothing for any of these, and 1 am certain that I know why. Bv some twist in his nature, the one thing he cared for was—not machi nery. No, that is not it; his ruling appetite was as natural to him as yours is to you, as mine is to me ; it was no more a morbid appetite than is thirst or hunger, except that it was a craving desire to know, to handle, to control Force. For the mere machi nerv he cared as much, and as little, as one does about the trap which catches or the cage which holds a bird; or, I should rather say, the glass tank which at once confines and exhibits a boa-constrictor, for it was the subtle, snake-like mystery of Force which gives to it its chief charm. Not that John Detmold had any definite name for this secret omnipotence which lies coiled inside the heart of the universe, like to change the figure, the main spring of a watch, which drives every wheel therein, great and small. Con cerning it he had no theory, no defi nite thought, even. To him it was a god, only it was a god which he wished to worship by handling. If metaphor may be heaped upon meta phor, this country lad had as his rul ing instinct a certain fceiing after mo tive power; only less blind this in stinct of his than that of a root after moisture. To-day the same instinct in multitudes of more ingenious na tures has shot up above tne soil into a forest of scientific seeking after the same thing. But John Detmold was not to be without his successes also, by the wholly unlooked-for re-enforce ment of effort within him, virtue of a species of Force of which he had never dreamed. 11. As his predecessor at the engine re marked, John Detmold did not go back to his country life. The orphan of for gotton parents, there was no reason that he should do so. Henceforth his days were devoted to the Power House The great fly-wheel exerted upon him a centripetal as well as centrifugal force, and drew him back to itself with an energy greater even than that with i which it had hurled him away. From the beginning of their friendship the wheel itself did not confine its round of labor exclusively within the walls of its abode than did John. For years ! he toiled as fire*r.au, shovelling in coal | beneath the boilers, and shovelling out I ashes, oiling the machinery, never hap j pier than when, under the orders at first of the engineer, monkey-wrench in hand, he was screwing iron nuts on or off. Very slowly, but surely, it came to pass that the entire charge of the works was intrusted to him. During all these years he made bis home with Peter Johnson, a provision dealer across the street, exercising a stern economy, having his own peculiar hours of eating and sleeping. And all along he remained the same thickset, shock-haired, square-headed, slow-spo ken country fellow. Plodding, indiffer ent to the delights of the rum-shop or the perennial circus, occupied in and wholly satisfied with his work, he came at last to seem but a mere movable part of the machinery. Only it was little people imagined that his satisfac tion lay in a certain vague but persist ent grasping after that which came within tlie very palms of his hamls merely to show him what it could do if he could hold it, and then in chief measure eluded his grip, and escaped from him. He said net a word about it to a soul; but every cough of the es cape-pipe was to him as derisive as that by which a hostile bearer seeks to si lence a public speaker. Whenever John •aw the volleys of steam leap, as he came back from dinner, from the lips of tie pipe, it provoked him as if each said as it curled in white clouds into the air, and floated away: 'Why didn't you work me while you had me, old chap? Hut you didn't because you don't know how. Find out if you cau. And good bv!' It is more than doubtful if the plod ding engineer aver heard of Shaspeare ; but there never was a Prospero who so clutched, in soul at least, after his de parting Ariel—clutched in vain, so far, but with a slow eagerness to sieze up on and hold it, which yet grew strong er every day But John Detmold would have de sired in vain, if it had not been for an all}-, which, all unconscious of its mis sion, was hastening as fast as it could to his help. That half the force of the steam eluded and escaped him he knew so well that, almost from his entrance into the engine-room—from ihe instant, rather, of his first hasty exit from it through the window—he had pondered and scratched his head, and toiled with pencil in his greasy fingers day and night to plan against it, contriving this and that, experimenting on the sly; bu, alas! all in vain, until help came. It came in the shape of one of the other sex. That of course, only it uas in the person of one who was as much unlike her sex in general as the engi neer was unlike his. She was the daughter of the man with whom he boarded across the way. On going there to dinner one day he had heard the feeblest of wails up stairs. A babe had been born and a week or two there after the new arrival had been shown to him. and, being the kindest-hearted of men, he balanced the pitiful morsel of humanity upon his broad brown palms, considering it as he did so as about the frailest bit of machinery he had ever inspected. As such he took a singular interest in the particularly miserable mite of a thing as it struggled through its infancy into childhood. The engineer often demanded of his machinery, in his silent fashion, how it could stand it if it had '.o go through such convulsions of cramp, colic, meas les, sore throat, ear-ache, and the man ifold other ills, from some one of which the child seemed to be never free. And little Matilda, for so it was named, was such a thin-faced, frail-bodied scrap of a girl, with light blue eyes, pale cheeks, bonv frame, that the curiosity of the maehinest warmed into sincerest pitv for her. She grew, but her growth merely exaggerated her feebleness At eight" years she was the flimsiest of mortals, her washed-out hair hanging about her colorless cheeks and down upon her projecting shoulder-blades in locks as destitute cf curl as her spare frame was of curve or plumpness. And thus it happened that the two became great friends The poor child, hustled a'lout in the swarming house bold of sturdy boys and robust girls, grew to look forward to John Dctmold's regular returns from the Power House as he one consolation in life. Although the brightest, in her shallow fashion, of her family, she bad nothing to say at any other time. For her friend she re served everything. The instant he had done his dinner Ik; took bis seat at a window, from which he could keep his eyes upon the Power House. She was more than welcome to get into his lap then for the twenty minutes which he gave to his pipe, to his digestion, to watching lest the boilers, left in care of the fireman, should burst while he was away, and to her. But night was to small Matilda the best time of all. Then she could sit upon his knee, and while he smoked and pondered over his experiments, pour out uninterrupted the accumulated talk of the whole day. There was less meaning in it than in the song of a ca nary ; but John grew to like the shrill, incessant chatter for the mere sound's sake, since he could have told after ward as little as the child what she had been talking about. It stimulated his thinking, somehow. Tired as be was he would let her exhaust herself with talk, and then take her in his arms up stairs to bed. Small wonder was it that long as she lived the peculiar fra grance which hovered about John as an aureole of tobacco smoke and lubricat ing oil was to her the sweetest perfume of all. The trouble with the honest fellow was that unless small Matilda was perched chirping upon his knee, he would drop off to sleep almost as soon as lie sat down. \\ hat with his hard work from early dawn, his hearty meal, bis pipe, the tense and steady strain in his mind after some way of trapping the fox-like force which stole uncaught through cylinder and valve, he could not keep awake unless Matilda was bothering him with questions, for which she waited for no answers, herself idling him a thousand nothings. Really that was one reason he went with her to church whenever he did iro It was little, alas! of a religious nature that John got out of the services; but somehow the .-in-i:ur, praying, preach ing, aroused and stimulated him in de visingl new traps for the defiant steam. Just as the benediction was pronounced be seemed to be on the point of succeed ing. It was very rarely, however, that John could get away from his engine to go to church, but on Sundays he would shave and brush and wash and dress with special reference to not soil ing her Sabbath calico when Matilda should sit in his lap and tell him, in her piping eagerness, of everything she could think of. People accepted the malaria which brooded over the part of the town in which they lived as they did the river which dragged its slow current so near them, but the engineer had no touch of the chills and fever which, as she grew up, so seized upon and shook the girl. It was matter of course that Matilda should become thinner as she became taller, that her face should waste in consequence of the ague which alternately fevered it to scarlet or chilled it to ashes. As long, however, as proprit ty permitted, she continued to perch herself in the lap of her one chief friend, and afterward to sit as near John as possible while she talked, talked, talked to him. For while the sober, stolid, monoto nously motioned man had nothing whatever to say, she had very much to chatter about. The truth is, the home ly girl developed from her earliest days and amazing love for books and for mu sic. Finding her way almost from in fancy to the school-house, she skipped everything lik*' hard study to read in stead any and every story-book or vol ume of poems she could lay her hands upon. So of music, it was useless to trv to confine Matilda to the severe study and practice thereof, even when her friend, to the astonishment of those who knew his parsimony, hired a piano for her. When she was not reading novels or poetry, she was thrumming out chance tunes, playing only by ear. A good-hearted, shallow-brained, feeble bodied, sentimental girl, she set her! heart in the end upon going off to a fe- j male institute In another State. Her surlv father had put into strong and of ten repeated adjectives his ideas con cerning liis daughter; but the engineer had one day a private conversation with Peter Johnson, as the result of which Matilda departed according to her wish and was gone for two years. To do her justice, she loved the grimy machin ist with all her feeble nature, and wrote him many a long letter. John cherish ed the epistles as they came with all re spect, but to do him also stern justice, he rarely read and never answered them. The frequent letters looked so clean, the writing upon them was of so spiderv a character, that he was em barrassed. His fingers were too oily just then : something had broken about the machinery, and it must be mended right away; when became for his meals he was so hungry; at night he was so dead tired. Besides, the poor girl had fallen unresisting into the mysterious peculiarity of her sex, and under the working of its gloomy law she could not write except with a needle-pointed pen. in the palest of ink, the longest of letters, and with every page crossed and recrossed at that. Moreover, when John did open a letter under pressure of conscience, there was no particular date thereto, nor was it possible for him to toll upon which page the docu ment began, anv more than where it ended. Hut, all along, the girl was, I am sure, as nothing to the engineer in com parison to the longed-for improvement •in his engine. She was little more to him at last than a blue-jav would have been had it perched of a summer's day, chirping and preening its feathers, upon the rafter over the boiler. John would not have scolded the bird, nor driven it away hv a jet of steam, but he would not have cared had it been killed there without his knowing it. So of his school-girl friend. He had never per mitted her to show her sallow face at the door, even, of his Power House. If she had come into it, and been struck and slain by the great wheel, he would have grieved over it ; but the wheel would have been in the right of it, and lie would have said so. What show of force was there in the punv damsel to allow him to care for her as he did for his engine! 111. Even before the return of Matilda from her institute it had become clear to her househould, as it bad to John Detmold, that, there was nothing for him to do, having done everything else for the girl so far, but to marry her. In his matter-of-course way he in due time did that duty also, at the same so ber gait with which he did everything; and they went to housekeeping in a modest house upon the bank of the river, and not so far from the Power House but that the husband could hear above the tongue of his wife every puff of the escaping and scoffing steam. Marriage made merely this difference, that Matilda had more perfect posession of the engineer for purposes peculiar to her from infancy. If John had not read her letters, none the less had she written them, and that had developed fearfully what had always been within her a lurking disease. I f her intellect was narrow and not too vigorous, at least she had not burdened it with learning too heavy. A frail spark at best, she had so heaped upon it the chaff of the lightest of literature, there had been so very much of such fuel also, that the flame, if she was not to suffo cate, must find outlet. Not only must she sign, must she talk, it was essential to her that she should write also— write prose and verse in all their, in her hands, innumerable varieties. Nor had she sufficiently expressed herself until she had read to John what she had written. He was a muscular man, having faculty of unlimited endurance, and he adjusted himself to listening, as he had done to the duties of the Power House. As a woman she was simply a pale, thin, very fragile, exceedingly voluble, little girl drawn out, as one does a spy-giass, to her full length. I She loved her husband sincerely. Du ring his absence sho hastened every day through her mending and house kit ping with nervous speed that she might have uninterrupted opportunity to write a little before he got back, at least to entertain hiin when he had i done so. Never lived therp a man more throughly entertained than was he. It fame hard upon J.im at first—thickset, rigorous veteran that he was. He would come to his dinner hungry : hut whit with the talk of his wife in addi tion thereto, th ' music and singing, the prose or poetry read to him. he would return to the engine with a bewilder ing sense of having partaken of abun dant fare, an 1 yet of being weaker upon Lis legs than he could have wished. So especially of his evenings. No wife could have done more to in terest her husband, and. none the less, when he ;rot to bed at last he was al most too tired to sleep. Not because of the incessant clatter ,of his wife. Little she imagined it, poor thing, but her empty r.oise was merely as that of the mountain stream, the millwheel, the clattering stones, while the grist which was the result of it all was the invention going on in the mind of her husband whereby he could hold and harness that portion of the force which had escaped him for so many years. llow many a model had he tinkered together in the privacy of his engine-room when his fireman had gone home, or lay sleeping sweetly with smutted face beside his heaps of fuel! But he was growing old, if not hopeless, and he could not keep awake il it were not for his wife and her mu sic and poetry. While she played, sung, talked, read to him. his mind was stimulated thereby to work steadily along toward the invention, revising, correcting, experimenting, contriving. The force could be caught. Tons of dollars as well as coal were wasted over the world in creating steam, wbieh at last barely touching the piston with the tips of its fingers as it shirked its way through the machinery, to sneak out of it at the end a gigantic yet dis reputable loafer, a disgrace to its crea tors. Some man would catch and con trol "the darned thing,'' and make it pay back, to the last ouiu-e of its strength, every cent it cost to generate and direct it. Millions would be made by the patentee; but it was not the money John looked at. any more than it was f he fame. Ife cared no more for that than he did for the skin of the rab bit when, as a country lad, he went through the snow to look at his traps set overnight. What he wanted then was the rabbit itself; what he wanted, would have, was the force itself—the cunning force escaping otherwise like a wild thina- into the clouds And so tlie eager wife would read j some poem about wild banditti, forlorn damsels, towering castles lifting' pinna cles in the thin air of her imagination, and her husband, smoking as steadily as his own tall chimney, his eyes fast i ned upon her, would listen intently to —his own inward contrivings, stimu lated thereto precisely up to the meas ure of the force but by her into her per formance. There is not a soul of us but must confess with shame to something of the same kind in our own case. When listening decorously to powerful sermons we are building a ship or a sonnet, driving a bargain or a spirited horse, securing a verdict or managing a bank, the gifted preacher little f-up posinir the directions in wnicli his pathos, persuasion, logic, were really compelling us. So when listening to music, to conversation. Coulrl our friend but know how and whither he or she was impelling us when we seemed to be hearkening so intently ! One day Mrs. Pet mold was posessed of a new and brilliant idea when she arose in the morning'. It was of a story in which the hero was to do deeds more daring than man ever conceived of before. As he was to be the hand somest of men, the heroine was to sur pass all women in loveliness, devotion, desperate during After John had gone to the Power House, aud she had hur ried through her housekeeping, the be loved of the Muses seized her pen. took blotted old atlas upon her lap, spread her paper thereon, and wrote with greater vehemence than, ever before, iler ideas poured upon her; the words came fast—long words, strong words. When she had got hero and heroine through whirlwinds of tribulation, and married them at last, enormously rich, universally beloved bv their happy peasantry, with strong likelihood of their ascending the throne of their own land, the gifted writer was all of a trembling ; so much so that she was glad John had taken his dinner to the Power House with him that day; and Iving down, she slept almost the after noon through, rising in time to get sup per, greatly refreshed. Her husband had never been as hope less of accomplishing his e.id as when he came home to supper. Put lie saw something in the thin face of his spare and scrawny wife which told him of what was coming. She gave him his slippers and pipe when supper was end ed, cleared the things away, placed the old lamp on the mantel. 'Why don't you sit down to it, 'Til da ?" John asked, as she stood, manu script in hand, beside the mantle-piece. 'Not to-night. You'll see why, John,' she said, and began to read. As she began, her husband took up his latest scheme, aud began to examine it over once more. She became more interest ed ;so did he in his contrivance. Her tones grew deeper, more tragic, as she went on: valves, pivots, pistons, work ed more readily, too, in John's mental manipulation. The story deepened in i interest, became thrilling; John actual | ly took his pipe from his lips, his eye ( brightened as it fastened itself appar ! ently upon the pallid face of his inspir i ed wife-—really upon his new device. Mrs. Petmold, quivering with excite ment, led her hero and heroine through their last, most terrible trial, brought them out, married them, hurried in the 1 shoutiug peasantry. Conscious all along | of the rapt attention of her husband, i she let her hand fall, the manuscript in j it, as she ended, exhausted, j 'lt is splendcd,' said John—'splen did! It is !' He had risen to his feet; his pipe was lying uponth> floor; his eves were sparkling. 'Oh. John !' and she threw herself weeping into his arms. 'I am so glad you like it!' Her husband drew bis arms about her, kissed her. 'lt is the grandest j sort of grand !' he said. 'Why, <Tilda, Al>V KRTI&I !¥W HATI.S. One square, otie meet (ion. £1 ; each subee qneut in i rtion, 50 cont*. Yearly advertisement exceeding ono-fourth of & column, J5 per inch Figure woiic douLie these rate*; addition* charges where weekly or monthly changes are in.vie. Local advertisement* 10 cents per line for insertion, and 0 cints per line for each a lditionalinsertion. Marriages atid deatl F J üb iisbed free of i :.arge. Obituary notices chained M advertisements, and payable when handed in Auditor*' Notices, -r-1; fcxecntors* and Adminis tratois" Notices. $3 each; Est.-ay, Cantk.n an# Dissolution Notices, riot exceeding ten lir.es, e&ch. From the fact that the CITIZEN is the oldes* entiili'ifUed and m&'t extensively circulated Re publican newspaper in I'atler county, (a Hej.ufc !:can connty) it must be apparent' to business rumi that it i» the luedmai they should use in advertising their business. NO. IS it is worth ten thousand dollars in ■ ea-h !' 'Do you think so, dear V she said. 'Then we'll buy a house ofour own.' It was not from gentlemanly delicacy her husband refrained from explaining that he had not hc\»rd a word of her poem, that it was of his perfect inven tion that ho spoke. Nor did he ever explain. The poem did not bring the amount mentioned, hut the invention did, and a good deal more, only it took some time and a law suit before it was reached. But there was something of his triumphant valve in the lip? of John Detmold also, for he never set his wife right upon the subject. The new home was bought, but John clung to the Power House the more closely nf.er he had applied his invention. There was steady satisfac tion renewed with every gasp of the now thoroughly mastered and appar ently overtaxed rascal of a Force. Ne ro hinnelf never gloated over a fallen foe as the engineer did over his. The most malignent of the Philistines had no such feeling toward their grinding captive as John had in the Samson he had caught at last, although the De lilah in this case was the more uncon scious, as well as innocent, of the two. But the end came at last. One day John Petmold entered the Power House as he had now done for so many years. It was a Wednesday morning in December, and the snow was lying deep upon the ground. How it happened nobody ever knew, for the fireman had stepped over to the blacksmith'; for a coal shovel he had left there the day before to be mended. Possibly unknown gases had been gen erated in the boilers, as is sometimes the ease. Most likely the engine as well as the engineer was old and worn out by long service. However that may be, as the town clock struck ten there was an explosion in the Power House, and a summer fog of white steam had enveloped the building. It did not take long before half the pop ulation was upon the* spot. But no one seemed to care about the shat tered building any more than they did whose panes of glass were shivered in the houses all around. For, lying in the snow upon the very spot where he had been hurled when a lad, lay John Petmold. The long defiant Force had been captured, but it had not forgot ten who had seized upon and sub dued it, and now it was escaping in wild and noisy glee while the people gathered about the old engineer, for this time his Samson had slain him. The neighbors agreed from the first as to what would follow in the case of the wife. From ever since she could remember anything she had depended upon John. If she had always been the frailest of vines, he.had been the sturdiest of oaks, and she had continu ed to exist only because she had wound her feebleness about him, decking him out—it was all she could do—with her fragile and colorless flowers. Within a month after Her husband's death, bis grave was opened to receive her also. The two were not made to live apart. He had been a faithful husband to her; but she—had she not been, and in the way God made her to be, a helpmeet for him ? . EDUCA TION OF INDIAN CHIL DREN. NEW YOUK, March 15.—At a meet ing to-night for the purpose of raising funds for the education of young In dians, ex-Secretary of the Interior, Carl Sehurz, introduced by Rev. Pr. Hitchcock, President of the Union Theological Seminary, said that in his administration as Secretary of the In terior he could look back with pleas ure at the interest he had taken in the Indians. The wise statesmen of the past thought the Indiau question could be best settled by granting them a res ervation on which they could live in their own way unmolested. This theory he thought was exploded, and he advocated giving them individual tracts of land the same as white set tlers, thus by degrees making the good citizens.of Indian descent. They were capable of education and made good traders and small farmers. In educat ing them it was not only necessary to teach them how to write, but also how to live and how to make a living when taught. Though they return to their families, they did not, as many sup posed, return to their former way of living, but were honored and looked up to by others. There were but 50,- 001) of these children, and though it might be a work of time, they could be educated. Their reservations, he tnought, would eventually be taken from them, as in the marchfof railroads and settlers westward quarrels would rise and the Government would decide in favor of progress. Most of these were honest and industrious, many being employed by the Government as freighters. They should be taught small industries as well as being edu cated. This was a work of time and could not be perfected hastily. ll© advocated support of the schools at Hampton and Carlisle. Gen. Miles and Bishop Whipple also Spoke in favor of the object of the meeting. N EWsr.U'Kii C imiosiTi KS.— The man aging editor of the Boston Commercial h'ulielin is looking for the following curiosities, which, when fouad, will be made a note of: Some one that can write of fishing without referring to Izaak Walton. A correspondent who refers to an ar ticle in the paper, who read it of his own accord and did not have his 'atten tion called' to it. A writer on free traae who can pro duce half a column without the aid of 'the Chinese wall.' theatrical critic who will not allude to 'the pal in; days of the drama.' A critic on art or music who can write an article that persons of liberal education can understand without the aid of at least two dictionaries. A correspondent who writes of a sea voyage without sea as running 'mountains high,' Or 'a life on " the ocean wave.' ' A financial newspaper article of over one quarter of a column in length that d<>es not mention Yanderbilt or Jay « Gould.
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