Butler citizen. (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, June 29, 1888, Image 1

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    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
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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 "
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