VOL. XXV. I-A<*S- SII.KH. KlßlfciNS. VELVETS. bt rr<>N> KD"4NGS. DRESS IJOODS. TUIMMINOS. BLACK UKKSS GOODS. »RAII> AND BEAD BETS. DRESS GOODS FOR THE MILLION, NDjiHT liREJWt*. WASH DRESS PABKICB, IXFANTS * EAU t'NDERWEAR. JACKETS. PARASOLS. HOSIERY WItAPS. SHAWLS. Kill GIAJVES. A. Troutman & Son. Leading Dry Goods and Carpet Bouse. BUTIjER • ZPEJN 1ST 7 A. fVKTAPC*. CARPETS, «1MlU» SH ADf> .MATTINGS, COO UN IliLßi ART SQUARES, AND FIXTTSKB. JAPANESE Rt'GS. 1 \ I.LE < OVHB. KU>oR LI N ENS. tsOTA RIGS. LINO LEI" MS. LINENS AND NAPKINS. OIL CLOTHS, ORNAMENTS. « SPECIAL ATTENTION TO ORDERS BY MAIL THISSPACK IS RESERVED FOR E. GRIEB, The Jeweler, No. 19, North Main St, BUTLER, PA., Whose advertisement will appear next week. BARGANS in WATCHES, Clocks, Jewelry And Silverware. Finest stock of Sterling Silverware in the county, and at prices not to be equalled for cash. Watches and Clocks repaired and warranted, at J. R. GRIEB'S No. 10 South Main St., (Sign of ELECTRIC BELL), Kutler, Pa. . * SPECIAL New York llat that combines , \ all the good points of wvi ral acceptable ones. Designed to suit all faces, It is dSSv becoming to everyone. Come* In all the different Straws and the charming new spring colors, Sage Green, Golje- Golden Browns, Iloreal and Electric. It admits of many each seems an Improvement the cut one It comes from our designers. Tbse hats bent to come Immediately to see It In tu many ityles and trimmliufs. We a very large Mock Juat now a catches the as Is IM>UIMI to our baigalns dwpllcated in two opened, this a dlf ferent shapes, with the trimmings, dl tect from the largest housi; In America. Among them are tin: "K.M Q" and the "Runny." M ail ■ m ••AUI BAJk ft There seems to be an Impression that because ■ WIM I w»lfcKOO« t( patroalzed by the fashionable people.we *>■ l BUr mmy eOort. to care lor UKXM* whoae pocket books are limited. This U a great mistake. * K** ***** by having the custom of the fashionable women, to make spe.-iul efforts to provide lor un-m. yK we think we can suit the taste and means of anyone, however odd the taste, J«ft • ward about- LELIA PITH." To those who have used It, we say nothing. Their once mtmf It lnauivi. 1U use always. To those who never trk-d it wc say, "proilL by the experience of """Miss M. H. Gilkey, Mew Building, No. 62 S. Main St. THE LEADING MILLINER TEE FiRTJL OF JULY! Between the present and the above we will sell alxjiit NOO ardn of A.l. All Wool Yard Wide Carpet (Which we have lieen selling at Si) AT C>o CTS. PER YARD, JUST HALF PRICE. Alao Renin an ta in all kinds of Carpets at Cleaning out Prices. TO KUYERN : We Ure too many good*. Tbe Mianon b»s been backward, consequently people pot off buying. Now we are going to run these goods out, and will not allow prices to stand in tbc way. We baye the Largest Stock and Best Assortment We ever carried at thin season of the year in all lines Dress Goods, j Rugs, Domestics, Lace Curtains, Carpets, Millinery, Oil Cloths, Trimmings, Mattings.] Etc., Etc. ItM»esiber t we want to close tb'sni all oat quick. What will be our lo.'a will be your beneGt. If you want priuie bargains—real genu'ne bargains—not imaginary bargains, call at HITTER & RALSTON'S. THE BUTLER CITIZEN. I PROFESSIONAL CARDS. | G, M. ZIMMERMAN. PHYSICIAN ANI> PCRGEON. omre at No. tr„ 8. Main street, over Frank & Co s Di it,' Store. Duller, Pa. J. F. BKITTAIN, Att'y at Law—Office at S. K. Cor. Main St, and Diamond, liutli-r. I'a. NEWTON BLACK Att'y rt Law—Office on South side of Diamond. Butler, Pa. IIIA MrJTNKIN, Attorney at Law. Office at No. 17, East Jeffer son St.. Butler, l'a. Dr. Iff. M. Hoover, office over Boyd's Drug Store, DIAMOND BLOCK, ... BCTI.EK. PA. W. R. TITZEL, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. N. E. Corner Main and Wayne Sts. BUTLER :F>ZE JN ZtsP A- Dr. S. A. JOHNSTON, DENTIST, - - BUTLER, PA. All work pertaining to the profession execut ed tn the neatest manner. Specialties —Goltl Fillings, and Painless Ex traction of Teeth. Vitalized Air administered. Office on Jefferson Street, one iloor K*i>t ofLonry House, l"p Stair*. Office open daily, except Wednesdays and Thursdays. Communications by mail receive prompt attention, j N. B.— The only Dentist In Ilutler using the best makes of teeth. JOHN E. BYERS, PHYSICIAN AN,) SURGEON Office No. C 5 South .Main Street, BUTLER, - I 3 A. SAMUEL M. BIPPDS, Physician and Surgeon. No. 10 West Cunningham St., BUTLER, PEN"N'A JDE3STTISTR Y . 0 1 1 WAI.DIIOX, Graduate of the Pliiia . IV. iielphia Dental College, Is prepared to do anything l:i the line of his profession in a satisfactory manner. < (dice on Main street, Butler, opposite the Vogeley House. J. S. XiUSKj XVI. D , lifts removed from Harmony to liutler and liiifl his office at No. 9, Main St., three doors below Lowry House. apr-30-tf. L. 8. McJUNIKIN, Insurance and Real Estate Ag't. 17 BAST JEFFERSON ST. BUTLER, - PA. C.F. L. McQUISTION, E.VUI.VECR AM) SI RVEYOR, OFFICE ON DIAMOND, BUTLER, I'A. Stewart & Patterson. A. M. STKWAIiT and 8. A. PATTEUNON. Con tractors and Builders, at - both men ot yean of experience in line house building and framing. All persons thinking of building will do well to sec the la and look over their deslgus. ltesldenee on Falrvlew Ave., Sprlngdale. Post'jffice, Butler, I'a. FOB N AT.i : A large frame boarding house, good location and doing large business, Terms easy. .For further particulars inquire of 1,. S. JlrJl NUiN, UK. JeflVna.li St.. v -!0,tl Kutler, Pa. QA L E 8 M EAT WAINTEI) I \ ' For the IIOOKEK MtiitwEiiir..-. es ' tabllshed IH.T>. Steady emyloyinent and go'rfi pay. Send for terms at once. 11. E. llooKl.il CO., Hoc heater, N. Y. A GENTS WANTED! TO CANVASS FOR OJJrt OF THI! I.AKOKST, OI.DKSI KSTABLISIIEI), BUST KNOWN Nt U SKItIKS in the country. Most liberal terms. I'neq'ialed facilities. uKNEVA NIUSKUY. Es tablished I*l6. W . A T. HMITII, UKNEVA, X. V. LOOK! READ! I have enlarged my store-room. In fact, made It almoHt twice as liirge as It. was before, and havejilso Increased my slock. I have, by far, the largest and best selected stock of Fine Drugs and Chemicals In Builer county, and am now in position to supply tl.i' wants of the people of this county even better than In the past. You will do well to call on me when In the nee i of anything In the line of Fine Drugs and Medicines, My Stock Is very complete and PKI' ES YKItY LOW. In medicine quality Is of the first Impor tance, so we give particular attention to filling ITescrlptlOhs. our Dispensing Department Is complete. We dispense only l'ure Drugs of the Finest Quality, and our patrons may bring us t heir prescrip tion!;, feeling certain that they will be carefully and accurately filled. Thanking the public for the very generous patronage l.liey have accorded me In the past.. I hope to lie able los -rve t.hein more acceptably In the future, al the old stand. No. 5, North Main St., BUTLER, PA. J. C. RE DICK, Planing Mill —AND— Lumber Y ai-<l J. IJ. PURVIS. L. O. PtlKVlf, S.G. Purvis & Co. MANUKA!,TI'ItkItH AND DIiALKUH IN Rough and Planed Lumber OLT KV «£KY UZBCKIPTION, SHINGLES & LATH PLANING MILL AND YAKI) VCHRTIERIIIKII (HIT !JMII<- CHUN-LI SURVE Y I NG LAND, COAL BANKS, ANI) LEVELING. Particular attention given to the Retracing ol old liner. Address, 11. F. IIII.M i ICO. «'©. Si» rv<'3 or North Hope P. 0., Butler (Jo., Pa. 3,5,84. ly THIS I.'. IN. AYCK J. &ON. out »■ THE FARMER'S WIFE. I'm a farmer's wife, With a happy iife, And a heart that Is fitlart and free; For the many cares That my erooil man shares Are made lisrht by Tlis Jove for use. Oh, the musio sweet Of the growing wheat. And the corn, when The winds pass by! I listen long To the tender song. For a farmer's wife Am I. Oh! the teeming fields. With their generous yields! Oh! the acres Uroad and grand! With the browsing herds And the gayest birds, All here from the Sweet south land. Oh! the music sweet Of the growing wheat, And the corn, as The winds pass by! I listen long To the tender song, For a farmer's wife Am I. Then I love the peace And the glad release I haye form the City's toil; With a hope above, And my good man's love, I take pride in The honest mil. Oh! the music sweet Ol the growing wheat, And the corn, when The winds pass by! I listen long To the tender song, For a farmer's wife Am I. THE MAN IK BLACK! BY W. N. H. ( Continued fromlazl week ) Legrand was behind me but I could see his face in the mirror be fore us. As I read be turned pale, bit his lips and clasped his hands. It seemed as if he were going mad. Making an effort to conceal his emo tion he said: "Strange things transpire in this world;" and then added in a mutter as be stalked out, "strange things, strange things." I bade him good-night, but he made no reply. The oftencr I came in contact with him the more myster ious he appeared. I feared he had lost his reason from some deep, dark, secret occurrence. I tried to discov er that; but in attempting to throw light upon it I blinded myself. Then the Man in Black was a black enigma and everything connected with him a black unsolvable mystery. What relation did one thing bear to another in this triangular case of circum stanses, with the cemetery at one point, this probable murder at anoth er and the Man in Black at the third, equi distant from each ? I sat in that sanctnm thinking—thinking —think- ing until my head grew dizzy and my eyes grew dim. Time passed on and the little clock kept up its monoton uos bed-time, bed time, bed-time sing-song. The gas fire murmured a low requiem and threw a ghostly light about the room. The little panes in the doors of the antiquated book-case did stare at me with a strange, uncomfortable stare. The dust-beg rimed stack of our con temporary's issues iooked sol emnly upon mo from the top of the book-ease, and its sole companion, a decapitated bust of "Lin coln, awakened strange fancies within me. Even the old agricultural re ports aud impotent political pam phlets borrowed shrouds from this weird light and made me uneasy. Ever aud anon the deep breathing of Victor, whom some perverse funcy, I then thought, had led to sleep in an adjoining room, sounded upon my ears. Furthermore, it was said sotto voce in the village that this building was haunted. It was seriously be lieved that uine servant girls, who perished in a hotel fire on that site, revisited the house each miduight. Even then I thought I heard a trip ping sound on the second floor. Skep tic, thoug-h I was, the tale of the un fortunate girls came uppermost in my mind. But 'twas only the rats play ing on the bare floors of the deserted rooms. Then I took up a volume— it was Poe's Poems —and tried to read. The clock said, bed-time, bed time, bed-time, but I heed it not. Strange coincidence that I laid my hands on the songs of that weird poet and opened the volume at that wild lantasy, The Raven. The similarity between my feeling and the poet's thoughts pleased me strniigelj: "Ah distinctly 1 remember, it was in the December And each separate dying ember wrought its gho.it upon the (loor— Kagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow"— and the clock struck twelve long, slow, solemn strokes. "'Tin the hour for ghosts," I muttered; and the words hud hardly left my lips when the door leading to tho street was opened and a veiled figure entered: It was clad in a white gown or stole with flowing sleeves, and the head aud shoulders of the figure wero en veloped in the heavy folds of a white veil. It held in its gloved right iiaud an envelope. As it approached me I did not hear a footstep. I trembled. The figure raised its right arm with deliberate majesty and held the envelope in full view. All was si lent: fearfully, awfully silent. I saw the envelope was addressed to me. In tho upper left band corner were the words, "Important to the Man in Mack'" in the upper corner opposite was a black death's-head with tho words, " Weal— Woe " over it. and "Deliyht—Death" beneath. These enigmatical words wero either writ ten in red ink or blood. My ghostly intruder lowered its arm slowly, laid the envelope on tho desk before mo and said in a deep sepulchral tone— it seemed as if marble were speaking: - Important to the We»l Woe. ' : Man iu liluck. v O i I » <^\a. III'IIrIII WI IIIII.: i i i "Take thou that; guard it well BUTLEK, PA., FRIDAY, JUNE W, 1888 Open it before the cock crows thrice after thrice twenty-four hours and thou shalt die " I did not stir. The figure moved to the door. It paused, turned to ward me, slowly raided its right arm and said in solemn warning: "If thou heedest not my words, thou hast purchased thy death. Mor tal, I have said it !" With these words it vanished into the dark and storm. I went to the door and looked out — "Darkness there and nothing more." Ominous thing! Prophetic, mys terious visitor! I returned to my desk. The letter was—gone. Gone ! I hunted it everywhere, searched every square inch of floor," but that mysterious missive was gone. I searched again. All was silent, save tbe clock, the creaking shutters and the deep-breathing sleeper in the next room. That letter was spirited away as mysteriously as it had been brought. I searched again—but I sought in yain, The letter was gone, 111. '"Fond wretch and whit einst thou relate, But deeds ol sorrow, sin and shame ? Thy deeds are proyed—thou knowest thy fate— But come, thy tale—begin—begin." Time had slipped around in his moccasins to Christmas eve, aud mer ry bells were announcing the advent of Christmas. Peace and good will among men did seem to predominate, and the hurrying pedestrians appear ed bent one purpose—to worship the Christ-child at their respective altars. Legrand proposed that we visit the little Lutheran church on the hill. "The Germans," he said, "throw their whole hearts into this service aud vigorously adhere to the customs of their fathers, I desire to see a Christmas-tree such as they had when I was a child, aud hear again the old songs so dear to my heart. One fav orite, I recollect, begins: " 'Ah sweetest Sayior lioiy—" "No; that's not right. It is,— *• 'Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft, undetiled, Within rny heart, that it imy be A quiet chamber kept for Thee.' "But come; let's go." Sure enough, we found an old-fash ioned Christmas celebration in prog ress at the church. Parents aud chil dren alike seemed delighted. True, the iittlo folks were singing the old, old songs; but those old songs have drawn their life from the old, old sto ry, and they are the best. They are like the peals of our church bells, or tbe voices of our friends—wo never grow weary of them. Those children sang with a vim; and wheu the tree was lit they jumped and clapped their tinv hands as they caroled in Ger man: "The Christmas-tree is the grandest tree That here on earth is growing." Engrossed in the exercises, I had paid no attention to Legrand, who now touched me on the shoulder. A glance—a mere glance—was sufficient to fix that countenance immutably upon the memory. Legrand's face was ashen; his lips quivered; his eyes were fixed upon the lloor; unmistaka ble physical symptoms of mental agi tation—of anger or fear, of conscious guilt In a tremlous whisper he said: "I can bear this no longer. Meet me in my room at ten o'clock. 1 will"—his voice failed—"l must con fess God forgive—have mercy on me." The eagerness with which I had sought to solve the mvstvjy envelop ing the Man in Black now vanished, aud 1 felt as if a terrible impending catastrophe was about to overtake me. Since the night ot the preterna tural visit, the threatening words aud burked letter, I had interest in little else thau that occurence; yet I could not persuade myself to share my trouble with another, and so it smouldered within me,consuming and suffocating all else 1 felt more at ease in Legrand's presence than absence. When he withdrew from the church my interest in the service with him. Au hour later, when I entered Lo grand's room at the hotel, 1 found him pacing the floor and more calm. The torrent hud subsided. He mo tioned to a chair and, after I was seated, began his promised confession in a low voice: "Will, the old Bethlehem story, as it came from the lips of those children to night, moved my soul. I am a wretch unworthy of your friendship. My real name is Cleeland: Clarence Cleeland. I bad a mother—a pious, God-fearing mother; but she died bro ken-hearted. I was a pious boy be cause I had a pious mother. The halo of my innocent childhood often throws a bright ray over the succeeding checkered life. But I wanted to be rich in baste. Cursed be the hour that begat that desirel The siren lur ed mo from my mother's home into the wicked oil region. There my wish was gratified. I became im mensely wealthy; but I sacrificed my morals and my religion and my moth er on the altar of Mammon. I did worse. Oh, will I ever be forgiven! And, after I had been buffeted about for a long time, I met here the daugh ter of a pumper who lived at the "Front." She was so like my sainted mother—so beautiful,so kind,so pious And her name was Evangeline; aud I did love Evangeline and Evan geline did love mo. But I dared not tell horhow I loved her. As the violet loves the mould; as the vine loves the branch; as the uove loves its mate— so did I love Evangeline. There was a villain, Hartz, who bated me be cause of the love 1 cherished for her. We walked together in the valley where the lilies grow and oti tbe bill side where the arbutus trails, Evang eline aud I; and this scoundrel, this villainous Hartz, did conceal a can of nitroglycerine in our path that wo might stumble against it and be blown into eternity. But his murderous plan miscarried, for I discovered it. I did not tell Evangeline lest it might worry her. When Evangeline laid the pulm of her baud into the palm of my hand my heart beat quicker, for I thought she would some day be mine. I thought it —and my heart believed it. "Then I was called to the "Upper Country "ou business. Hartz conduct ed a penny-post between this place the "Front," where Evangeline lived. That dastardly, low-browed, villain ous fiend!—forgive me—that monster, took my letters to Evangeline from the mail ami made her believe I was dead. Then the scoundrel forged a letter with Evan geline's name, telling me that «he had heard of my former reputation and that, painful us it might bn, I mint consider our relationship sever ed. Then it was that 1 wished the hills would fall upon mo and hide me; or that death would overtake me. But after the lapse of a year I returned to tLis place anil put up at the Continental. I learned that Evangeline's parents had died—also that Hartz would marry Evangeline the next day, and I saw his name besides hers on the register. I trembled. 1 took sev eral whiskies at the bar to allay my fear, but to no avail I drank more. I pitied Evangeline. Hartz was un worthy of her—incapable of caring for her. Pared I leave him make her his slave? I felt for Evr.ngeline: she v, r aa a dove in a vulture's claws. Then I said to myself, I will shoot him. I swore it ia my heart. That night I opened the door of my room oso stealthily, and peeped through the narrow opening. My he .rt beat like a clock—like a clock beneath a feather bed. Presently they came in to the hall: Evangeline and Hartz— his face was white, like the white heated floors of hell, and his eyes glis tened like the altars of hell, for he knew that I was there. At sight of him I grew bolder—fiercer. I step ped out, deliberately aimed my revol ver and fired. Hartz dropped to the floor—fell with the sickeniug thud of a body without a soul. It echoed in my heart, and then it re-echoed, and it has never ceased. Then I laughed the loud, hollow laugh of a demon, ! for Satan had me. Evangeline cried, "O Clarence, is it you ! is it you !" and sank In a swoon. 1 fled. I have not had a day's peace since. Those eyes of fire follow me and I carry that thud in my heart —the fall of a body without a soul. Oh, it is ter rible ! 1 traveled through Germany and Switzerland and France and Italy, and that white face with its eye aof fire, followed me. In the night time it haunted me. From the tapestry, from the bare wall, from the clock, through pictures, from the bod posts it has stared at uie with its face, white like the floors of hell, and its glistening eyes like the altars of hell. And in the stillness of the night I hear that thud—the fall of a body without a soul. Oh, it is terrible! They have pursued me around the world; chased me back to the very spot where I committed the deed— where every association is an inquis itor to torture my feelings on the rack. (O, Evangeline, are you dead? Did you die broken-hearted ?) I have sought Evangeline among the living and among the dead. 1 searched the grave yard at night; I traced the in scriptions on the tombstones until the blood run about of my fingers. Because of my crime, I dar ed not ask for information. But it is over now To-morrow I will surren der to the authorities and make a pub lic confession. If you can, think kindly of me. When I have been ex ecuted and buried, plant two roses on my grave: a white one, Evangeline's favorite, and my favorite, a red oue. Plant thetn together that they may entwine. This i.-? till; I leave tbe rest with Uod: the God of my childhood and mother. But do you think it's possible ? Will lie—can He—for give me ? God is just: will He dare He—forgive !" We knelt and poured the' oil of prayer on the tempestuous waves of doubt, which wero beating against that soul, until a holy calm ensued. Then I went to my office. IY r . "Behind dark clouds the sun still shines." Ilow I reached the office of the Sandpump that Christmas eve I can not tell. The streets reeled with me and the lamp-posts and houses appear ed crooked. But I sat there, with my elbows upon my desk, pressing my weary head with my hands and dreaming with open eyes awful accusations against myself. That letter, "Important to the Man in Black," worried me. Il might —yes, 1 believed it would —haye saved his life. I felt guilty and dared not think of my friend's ignominious end. The letter! Ah, twas gone, —gone! Thus did I ?ir, arid such thoughts passed through my brain. How long I had been there I don't know, but it must have been f;ir past mid night when I was roused by tbe re frain of the bacchanalian song, "We'll not go.home till morning," which sounded loud and clear upon the frosty air. In another moment the office door was kicked in and a drunken mob of pumpers and drillers entered. The leader, a powerful fel low, caught me by the coat-collar and •jerked me from my chair. "Yon Prohibition dog 1" be roared, "we'll learn you not to bark at sa loons and git up remonstrances an£ more 1" "Kill him !" "Shoot him !" "Tramp the life out of him !" cried his intoxicated companions. By this time I was lying helpless upon the floor. The Titan driller had his knee upon my chest and his horny band clasped about my throat. I felt his hot, ruin tainted breath in my face, and saw him pull a knife from his pocket. I breathed a pray er. When the soul strikes the flint of adversity it generates sparks which reach God's throne in the shape of prayers. As he raised his arm to deal the fatal blow I Haw the keen blade glitter in the light The mar row in my bones seemed to freeze. Victor came to the rescue. As sud denly as he appeared be shot and my antagonist released me. In a mo ment three bullets had whizzed through the air and Victor lay bleed ing on the floor. Seemingly satisfied with their fiendish work, they departed with curses on their lips. After placing the wounded boy on his bed anil doing what I could in the emergency, I summoned a surgeon. In searching for the wound he ripped the bosom of Victor's shirt open and an envelope dropped to the floor. I picked it up: it was the lost letter ! Forgetting Victor's danger I drew, with trembling hand and bated breath, the now blood-stained letter from the envelope and read: I lee. 23, 1884. l)car Sir: —When this is read I will be in the far West if you don't break my orders. It was to give me a chance to get oil' that I came to you dressed like a ghost. Any other way your curiosity would have made you open this, and then I who am open to arrest for having opened the U. S. mails might have been tracked and j jailed. What I want to say is that j Cleeland. called around here the Man lin Black, thinks he killed nic. His ball never touched me. I acted shot ' because 1 had nothing to defend aiy- I self with. I left the country to have j no talk about this and not to get ar rested for opening the mail. I wrong led Cleeland in eyery way and ask him to forgive me if it is possible, i Evangeiine is working in your office ' and there is nothing to stop their happiness now. I shall never cross their patii again. Ask Vauge to for give me. She is kind and irood. I wish her much happiness. Give this to Cleeland as quick as VQU can. Yours etc., JOHN L. HARTZ. As the doctor placed his hand into Victor's bosom he suddenly drew back. "What means this? A so m iu ! i, woman !" he exclaimed. * # * * * There is little left for narration. Victor was Clarence Cleeland's Evan geline. The bells that rung out the old year rang the death knell to the sorrow in the heart of the Man in Black; the peals that rang iu the new year announced the advent of joy to sorrow's vacated throne. On New Year's day Clarence Cleekad and Miss.Evangeline Alford were mar ried in the church where the spirit had moved the Man in Black to re pentence. And our good old German huckster woman —why, the reader has certainly not forgotten her—was most profuse in showering congratu lations and blessings upon them. Standing on the threshold of a new life, and looking back over the broad road that lead to the alter of the golden calf and to the bitter water of Morab, Mr. Cleeland has recognized the truth of the Scriptural remark that "they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare and iuto many hurtful and foolish lusts." When the particulars of his flight occur—as they frequently do—he is wont to say with the wise man of old: "The wicked flee when no man pursueth." It is thus, looking back ward; it is otherwise, looking for ward. He has made peace with his God aud is living a life of faith and repentance, and has received the "to ken of a coveiiaut." When dark rain clouds ol sorrow come over him, he sees the love of God shiuiug through the storm, forming a bow of promise in all splendor, with these beautiful words upon the arch; "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." With the further explanation that my Victor—Mr. Cleeland's Miss Evangeline—had received but a flesh wound at the bauds of the mob; lhat she had adopted male attire aud a false mustache, wrong as it wns, only to insure protection and gain a liveli hood among the rough population ol oildom—the story of the Man in Black closes. No: it doesu't. A happier aud prettier home thau theirs can hardly be found. It nest les iu one ol the picturesque valleys among the grand old hills of Pennsyl vania, where the willows kiss the stream, and the bass play and the doves nest undisturbed. Nor would this story be at all complete, did 1 not state that a little bright eyed vis itor has arriyed at the cottage and that the chap who has been distribut ing all the vertical pronouus through these chapters is godfather. Cheap Potatoes from Europe. The recent large arrivals of pota toes upon transatlantic passenger ffteamers, which briug them over prac tically as ballast, has occasioned no little surprise iu the shipping world, as well as among dealers of farm pro duce. A steamer of the National Line arrived here a few days ago with 1,000 barrels of potatoes, and upon inquiry it was found that the freight paid upon them was hardly enough to cover the expense of put ting them iuto the vessel, to say nothing of the tranportation of them for 3,000; aud, too, they were lauded here at a loss price than brought from Newfoundland, which, after payment of the import duty of 15 cents a bush el, are cheaper thau the homo product. This new departure of bringing pota toes from Europe, together with the Mills Free-Trade bill entirely to re move the duty from potatoes, is caus ing alarm to everybody excepting the foreign growers and the foreign ship owners. The receipts of potatoes from Great Britain, since October 1 last up to Saturday, were 3,411,840 bushels, against 10I>, 017 for the same period a year ago. There also came 240,249 bushels from the Continent, against 19,512 bushels a year ago. This means au attack upon the American farmer, and a more effective one upon his industry if the duty should bo en tiroly removed, as he will then find it useless to cultivate bis unprofitable lands, but the Dem ocratic Congress is determined to foster the foreign producer and the foreigncapitalist in preference to the American industries. G. S. Palmer, a produce merchant, who has studied the question thor oughly, said on Saturday: "To remove the present duty of 15 cents per bush el would undoubtely so llood the mar ket with foreign potatoes that Ameri can producers could raise them only at a loss to themselves. The present duty was equitable aud it should not be made higher thau it is at pres ent, because iu seasons wheu the home crop fails, or is not large enough to meet the home demands, a high tarilF would be an injustice. When they are put up in sacks they are eas ily handled, and make excellent bal last. Tho farmers are much opposed to having the duty removed. Foreign potatoes, by being brought as ballast, can be sold cheaper than tho home product, but onco drive our own far mers out of tho market, or remove the homo competition, there will be a demand for potatoes that will send up the freight charges, and the pota toes will cost the consumer more than they do now."— N. Y. Tribune. 1 lo Likes to Eat. Tho Dr. Talmnge says: "No man can be a christian if his stomach is out of order. I like to eat. I like almost any kind of food except cod fish, and I like that a great way off. Not less than three blocks. But 1 eat almost mechanically until the de sert comes on. I would never eat if I did not feel that my nature de manded it, but I delight in pies, cakes, candies and custards. I never permit huisuoss or social obligations to interfere with my meals. This is one great cause of evil in this world. I would almost as soon think of bo itig late at church as late at meals, I think much of tho sickness in the world, and the reason why men make shipwreck of their lives, is because of bad habits of eating or not eating. Ueligion itself will not keep a man cheerful if ho has dyspepsia." When your blood is in a low aud impure condition, you should take Hood's Sarsaparilla. Nye's L-'ourth of July Speech, j FELLOW CITIZKNS. This is the an- j niveraary of the day when freedom toward all aud malice toward none first cot a foot hi Id in this country. And we are now to celebrate that day. I say that on that day Tirftny and uzurpation will never recover from. We have paved the way for the poor, oppressed foreigner, so that he could come to our shores aud take liberties with our form of govern- j meut. To be a foreigner here in America to-day is one of the sweetest bjons. It I could be just what I would like to be, I would be an op pressed foreigner, landing on our shores, free from the tixation and re sponsibility of government, with no j social demands made on me, with j nothing in my possession bat, a hear ty Godspeed from both political par ties and a strong yearning for free dom. Oh, why was 1 not born an alien, that both parties wouldn't dast to reproach: an alien that cau come here and fiud a government already established, with DO flies on to it; a government of the people, by the peo ple and for the people? [Firo-crack ers and applause.J "On the day that Button Gwinnett put his name to the statement that all men were created more or less equal, the spot on which we now stand was a howling wilderness. Where yonder lemonade stand now stands and realizes a clean profit of $47 35 ou an investment of $0 50, the rank thistle nodded in the wind and the wild fox dug his hole unscared. If you do not believe this, I refer you to the principal of our public school, who is to-day assisting in the band and who is now in the act of upending his alto horn to pour out a teacupfnl of liquid melody that he had left over from the last tune, "And why is this? Why are we to-dav a free people, with a surplus iu the treasury that nobody can got at? L appl mse and squeal from a grass fed horse tied to a tree who is being kicked by a red 2-year old owned by the Pathmaster of iload District No. 3.J '■Why are our resources so groat that they a!mo3t equal our liabilities? Why is it everjthtug is done lo make it pleasant for the rich man and every inducement hald out for the poor man to accumulate more and more poverty? Why is it that so much is said about the tariff by men who do not support their families? Why is it that wheu wo vote for a President of the Uuited States wo have to take our choice betwecu a statesmanlike candidate wkh great ability aud proclivities for grand lar ceny—why is it that we are given our choice between this kind of a man and what Virgil refers to in his 'Chide Harold' as a cuuiup? [Cheers ami cries of "That's so" from a mau who is riveted to the spot by means of a new pitch plank on which he is sitting, and which will not permit him to move out of the sun. "I would rather have my right hand cleave to the roof of my mouth than to utter a seutiment that I would regret, but I say that as a people, as a nation, or as an inalienable right which no man can gainsay or success fully controvert, not for political pur poses, and yet I am often lei to in quire whether wo are drifting, not on ly as a people and as a nation, but as a country and as a joint School Dis trict No. 6, whore we now stand and when wo are paying a school-teacher this summer $22 amonth to teach tho children, little prattling children, during the hot summer weather, how many feet of inte3tin«s there are in the human body aad what is the best to do for it? Last winter wo paid s3i to a man who opened tho school with prayer and theu made a picture of tho digestive org ins on the black board. And wo will wonder that pol itics is corrupt! "I tell you that the seeds of vice and wickednc-s is often Bowed at school in the minds of the young by teachers who ere paid a large salary to do far different. What do you think of a man wbo woull open a school with prayer and then convorso freely about tho alimentary email" Such a man would lead a life of tho deepest infamy if bo had the least encourage ment. "I know that this <s regarded as a queer doctrine by what is called our more Advanced Thinkers, but I say let every man who pants for fame se lect his own stylo of want and go ahead. 1 bid him a most hearty God speed and hope ha will do wed. "15ut what makes me mad is for a man to come to me and dictate what I shall pant for. This is called intol erance by people who can afford to use words of that size. Intolerance is a thing that makes me feel tired. Whether it's religious, political or so cial intolerance,! dislike it very much. "So I nay, fellow-citizens, that wo must guard against the influences of the public schools as a nation, for tbe people, of tho people and by tho peo ple. Education is often a blessing in disguise, but we should not pry iuto things that the finite mind has uo business with. How much was Gal ileo ahead in tho long run for goiug out of hiH sphere? He was boycotted from morning to night and died poor. Look at Demosthenes. Look at Di ozones. They pried into science, and both of them was poor providers and huyo since died. Of course their names are frequently used by debating schools, and some claim that this is big pay for what th<*y went through, but 1 say give mo ft high stepping horse, the bright smilo of dear ono* who are not related to mo in any way, tho approval of the admiring throng, a large woolv dog that will do as I tell him, a modest little home and unlimited credit at the store aud 1 do not caro how much 11. will have to use off from tho diameter of a giv en grindstone fur which ho paid an undivided one-fifteenth "But again. In closinir, let mo nay that wo owe it our common coun try to bo peaceable citizens and pay our taxes without murmuring. The time to get In our fine work is on the valuation., and it is too late to kick after that Let us cultivate a spirit of lofty patriotism, but belioye noth ing just to oblige others. I used to bo a great believer in anything that was submitted for my approval. That is what kept mo back.—Now, if a man like .lay Gould says ho is not feeling HO well as ho did, 1 make him show me hißtouguo. "As a boy and man I have boon a constant user of American freedom for over of fifty years, and I can truly say that I f.»el no desire to turn back; also that there will l»e a grand, free lur all t-cullle for a gro.ise i pig on the vacant lot south ol th < church at 7 o'clock, after which fireworks will be served to those who desire to remain. A Colonial Romance. Reina' Landing, on St, Joseph's Island, opposite the sailors' encamp ment, in the Soo River, is always pointed out in a trip op the stream; but timo and generations seem to have obliterated the romantic episode that makes it the most interesting spot along the beautiful shore. It is now more than a hundred years since young Lieutenant Reins in the service of his majesty, the King of England, fell h»ad over heels in love with a beautiful girl, the daughter of a country squire in one of the shires near London. The attachment seem ed to be reciprocated and the yoong officer trusted his betrothed with a confidence worthy a better woman, for the young lady, having many ad mirers and being somewhat of a co quette, at length fell a victim to a designing and worthless scamp, who managed one day by submitting false proofs of her lover's disloyalty to in duce her to elope with him The Bhock killed the father, and seemed to quite break the yoang man's heart. He rallied, however, and soon obtained leave to join the British forces in America, who were engaged in war with the French and ludians. It was in this service that, half reckless of his life, he exhibited daring and bravery which gained him the rank of Major. It was also in this service that he discovered the grandeur and beauty of the great lakes and tho bordering scenery, and and it was here that he resolved when his commission should expire to live the remainder of his daya away from the world. Some years afterward, when he had secured his release from the service and was about to put his resolution into effect, having been allotted a pension, he received ono day from Montreal a let ter bearing the postmark of his old English home. The letter proved to have been dictated and was to the effect that his former love, betrayed and deserted by her husband, was on her death bed, but could not die with out again seeking his forgiveness,and ended by committing to his care her two children, both daughters, aged twelve and fourteen respectively, and imploring him to watch over them for her sake. He hositated, bat the old flame still buraod in bis heart, as it does ever in a man's heart for a wayward love, aad the next day found him on his way to old England, which he had determined never to see agaid. He had imagined the children desti tute, and that consideration had also had its weight in his conclusion to protect tbem. Imagine his surprise to learn after a short greeting that the estate of their mother's father, willed away at the time of the mad marriago, now came back to them through the death of the relative to whom they were left, and the inheri tago amounted to £6,000. It was only one day after receiving his official appointment M guardian of the girls that a strange thought came to him. He would take his wards to America. So calling the two beautiful girls to him, the oldest a tall blonde just budding into wo manhood, he unfolded a glowing plan to which the girls made no objections and within two weeks the party sail ed for Montreal, whence the three journeyed to St. Joseph's Island, in the St. Mary's river, and settled for life- Whether the sequel was fore seen in Major llein's mind when the idea came to him that day in En gland is to bo guessed at Certainly n like course with their mother years before would hare made his life differ ent. He was the only white man in tho region and the events which fol lowed showed th it the girls had no longing lor other society. Within two years the Major, by Bome sortof ceremony, married both his blooming wards, and in tho years that followed over forty children were born of the polygamous union, many of whom still liye in tho vicinity. And at the home of one of tho renowned Major's descendants the writer only recently dined. The Major and his wives have long hwn dead, and the block hou9o, and other substantial buildings eroctod by bis [tension and thn girls fortune have decayed and disappeared, while some speculative creature of tho present generation has erected near the land ing a gable-end structure, over the door of which is inscribed: "Meals, uvouty-five cents— Hotel." Hot Water for Plants. It is a fortunate circumstance that a plant will endure a scalding heat that is fatal to most of its minute enemios. Water heated to the boiling point, poured copiously over the stem of an enfeebled peach tree, and allow ed to stand about its collar, will often have the happiest restorative effects, Trees showing every symptom of the yellows have often been rendered luxuriantly green and thrifty again by this simple meanß. Tho heat ia pre sumably too much for the fuugus which had infested the vital layers of the treo, immediately under the outjr bark. The London florists recommend hot water, up to 145 degrees Fah. as a remedy when plants are sickly, owing to tbe soil souring—the acid absorb id by the roots acting as a poison. The usual resort is the troublesome job of repotting. When this is not necessa ry for any other reason, it is much simpler to pour hot water freely through the stirred soil. It will pre sently come through tinged with brown. After this thorough washing, if tho plants are kept warm, new root points and new growth will soon fol low. A lady friend had a fine calla in a throe gallon pot, which showed signs of ill health. On examination the outer portion of the filling was fonnd mouldy, it being in large part fresh horse manure. As reputing was in convenient, the plant bjing in flower, hot water was freely used. It killed tbe mould, and tbe plant bigan to re vive und was soon all right Vick'a Monthly. —Emmeraon says a man ought to carry a pencil and note down the thoughts of the moment. Yes, and one short pencil, devoted exclusively to that nse, would last some men we know about 2,000 years, and then have the original point on. —After writing sentences one day, the scholars exchanged worked for correction. A small boy marked an error, and then at tho foot of the papor made tbe following explanatory note : ''Hodidn't begin Masseyehou setts with a catorpilla " NO. 34
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