VOI. XXV.
- « # -* BPI UL Ni-u York lt»» that eoßMafs I
- - J . \ nil i n-good po!t:ts of si'Vc r;il acceptable I
yr\ i lies. I)i >._..<•(! to-'.lit all lac--s.lt is
t jd l. i .mfng to everyone.
i-i- Conv-s In all the straws and the
• , " 1* admits of 11 any styles i f trimming and
3.
,V?. .. cut shows It trimmed In • .nt- of tie many ways
i 1( con;t s ir--m "ur expelieuced <l''stgncrs.
•j. »..* ."lb:* liMs« are going - o fust that it would be
i . L.'-v. ~' , v best to rotne Immediately to see It In Its many
styles aiid trimmings. We have a very large j
_ ** stock J««T now hut when a th.ng catches the
eye :md t-'i- > Of the public as it !ia-. It Is
'I; bound to Itemembcr our baigalns cannot
!&«*;'• r-t* '■ he dupliiiited in two v.- eks.
-- this over a bis far ddlf
'• '•*' trainings, dl
r ■ . in ABU ■. Among
them :ire the K.M Q." arid the "Ilunny."
M«f v •"! Th re ems to 1 e :.;i imprelon that because
1 . « «#» * " wear patronized !:y the t.. h on.ale people,we
flpu'l p--.'., T : ■ ji- in:' t.i vl ' I: ; cket .1:. limited Tins 1-a great mlbtuke. I
Whi;> . i raving the custom 01 the fashionable women, to make spi -lal efforts to
Tr.vki' -n 'tani: wc can suit t;.e taste and means of anyone, now--ver odd the taste,
«r llmi'eil Use means.
j U M T.ELI A PITH," To tiios who have- ft we say nothing. Their once
a.;:ae aiv.jys. To tho • who never tried It we say, '-protr by tU2 experience of
•uiiy St. try
Miss M. H.Gilkey,
New Bui!d:r.g, No. 62 S. Main St. THE LEADING MILLINER
. Give us Your Attention
V ■ i farmer ::irr-li o( bargains. Von are about io fnvct in some of
*1 ■ <-r: Jim ' In.: ii • n V- ivc fonnd It's elieaiv s! tol i: Un-In ,i.
i.r- .vlll t-i li rejou get that !!:<• i t:i :lpest. Ci.r.le.-s that
. i . > ■ • A <l'» ot lytiue i!i i.ii-rs and did not 1 iki- them, iu-.ul too much
Ilk' '-In"Us 1 -Ills.
V.n. v-- »■ -.ril of tli i H VMTION Mowers. Uea] ers and Binders : Then
V ut:..w .*i ; th ; si in Tie* woiiri. We've ,'nt them so cheap that you
\ •- if • . •i. i, p . . -iii coine rirouiivi. Von know tie* nn rits of
i. rr> -- ■; • rT'mi.'i l!arr.-.V ;itei the Imltationr: that arcoii the m.-irkct.
i.ul:;**. ! 1.1 11 yi un d a good liarrow, we ri*' onam nil it.
> ...it il'i.n't l.t>ow t'. it wi sell more Novelty Pumps. Iron forre,
l: ! t ili tli har»l>- uv turns cl Butler put together. We do
tt i n?h.
i ■ i ii,! and ii*.!; at i-nr :.tu>'k. You'll I> am something. We
' , . . i - 11 .• -r •'. l nm: Della'-.en Stoves and Ranges, iiagle Khistlc
l*ai utji, ready mixed. " *
• • i ,r.\ Wire S.-reens. Patent flimns, etc. Our stock Is not
'-, i.!. d tis .no i - -'lilt v :ind we cannot l>e undersold.
JACK SOX k MITCUEI
BiUler, Pa,
What You Eat!
, iiuj (irtant coiisitleration of your life, and much oi
, is duo to the careful and conscientious grocer.
hir the best in the market, select ali our goods
with * ... aif.-t c.are, aid claim to have as good a stock oi
(irocerit , « as can be found anywhere.
\\V v -nt your trade and invite you to try our Flours,
Sujar-. i'■■ .'S, Canned Fruits, Dried Fruits. Spices, Hams,
Cauiied Mf Crackers, Confectioneries, Tropical Fruits,
Nulf. i anytliinp in our store room.
( : .;iv i!■ duce a specialty, and till new fruits and veg
etftbl's in f.-ii'-ou
i,, oar h i"i Hall, in the second story of our building,
we h;iv - . 110 Ifir s- stock of Chinaware, Glassware, Crockery,
Lump tiid Fancy (TOCKIS in the town.
(i:vo us a trial, highest market price allowed for produce.
C. KOCH & SONS,
MT> :-T.« - - BUTLER, PA.
JACOB 13008,
DEALER IN
GEOICE FAMILY GROCERIES,
Fl/ T ii, FKED, lIAY AND ALL KINDS OF GRAIN.
Y'c an- now in our new store-room on S. Main St.. and
have tli •ru nn to a<;ct)mmodate our large stock oi groceries.
Hour, ot . have built a large ware-house to accommodate
our tftoek. of feed.
We pav the highest cash price for potatoes and all kinds ot
COUNTRY PRODUCE.
Jacob Boos, 106 B ,^.T. E£T '
BarCxAxs in WrVrci iks,
Clot KS,
Jewelry
And Silverware.
Finest stink of Sterling Si 1\ erware in the county,
aud at prices not to be equalled for cash.
Watches and Clocks; repaired and warranted, at
J. 11. GrRIEB'S
]STo. 1G South Mil St., of ELECTIUC BELI-),
Sutler, Pa.
.GRIiAT JULY SALE
OF
ANC ALL KINDS PF FANCY GOODS.
?•"» cen'. Saleens, at - - - -0 cents
20 cent Sateens, at - - - 1-J cts
"»(♦ cent Barred and Plain White Goods, - cents
cent Haired and Plain White Goods, - 20 cents
'2cent White Lawns, Yic., - - lo cents
cent White Lawns. Yic, - - - 10 cents
■ >'t fx-iii Y.ird Wide Cashmere, - - 20 cents
GOODBRU3SELS REMNANTS.
Nune I UL'I- enough f-.-r large rooms —some for small rooms, 4 > c
%ll \Vo«»l i;x(ra Super C°ur|»ctM, - 511 ccnls.
iti'Ml'l .ibl.-Oil ( lollit, ... 2.» t'cnls.
K'» in t'e* hou.e at way down prices during this July
sale. tMMi.ber tin-so juices are only good up to August Ist.
We i ,i- st! I a hiij:e 10l «>i Millinery goods and Trimmings.
Coiue .t »! I buy tin-iu at your own prices, as we are going to
quit t- ;u part ol the business, aud they must be sold regard
!• s oi oust.
it [ITER & RALSTON.
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
A DRILLER'S DREAM.
La'tniglitl had a vision,
Or I'd better say a dream,
For there are so mauy people
Don't kno'.r what a vision means,
I dreamed I was .1 driller.
And my time had come to die;
I saw my sinl'ui spirit
Wafted to the shining sky.
I knew that I hail been a "whale,"
And when I saw in view,
Death's an,'el coming tar me, boys,
I tell you things looked blue !
I thought of God's unmeasured love
And tried to quell my feais,
But, no! mv heart was burning
With the vice of vanished years'!
The every board-bi'l that 1 skipped
Was present in my iniu i
As was the many pretty girls
O, the girls I lett bohind !
But, death, regardless of uij fears,
Hose s;igh his mighty hand,
And silenced ine forever
Fro n tue diiller's little band ?
An angel, clad -in golden garb,
"Come, go with me " did says
For yours shall b; eternal nig'it
Or never-ending day.
As up the shining stair* lie iveiit
1 tottered by his side;
O, how I wished that 1 had lived
And some one else bail died !
Wo traveled on until 1 thought
We walked a thousand miles;
I kindly asked him, would he stop
And iet me rest awhile '!
He bowed his fair angelic head,
And, boys, what could 1 do?
When, in an instant, like
lie vanished fro.u my view !
'Twas then the dreamy Poet's words
In griei'did I rtcaii;
With the friends of earth
You can diink your mirth,
But alone you must drink your gall!
And listen till I tell you, now,
What doubled my despair !
A ting that I saw floating
Through the heayen's morning air!
A flag was floating with the breeze
Before my troubled eye
These were the words there written on,
"No Irish-Need Apply!"
The feeling that came o'er me then
No human tongue can fell;
My chance of heaven I thought was slim,
But now I knew it well.
In a moment more I stood before
The diamond door of heaven
I rang the bell—St. Peter came -
To him the keys were given.
Good morning, sir, St. Peter,
And my heart went back a mile;
Uond morning to you, stranger,
lie added with a smile.
Your name and occupation, sir,
He calmly said to me
As he opeu'd wide the IJjok of Life
I'pon his sacred knee.
My name and occupation—
O. my '. O, my !! O, my !!!
My uauie was Dennis ltagen,
And "No Irish Need Apply !"
My name is Dennis Ragen,
St. Peter, 1 did say !
I am a Driller from near Cannonsburg
In Washington, I'*.
The scheme then !l übe-l upon my mind
That 1 had better try
Ai.d go in on mother's ticket
If "no Irish need apply !"
Yes, my father was a native
Of old Ireland's sunny laud,
But w:is banished to America
By Fngland's palsied hand.
He was a trae born Irishman
And loved his country much,
But my mother's name was Jacobs
Of the Pennsylvania Dutch.
And while I told the story,
I was gazing on the sign,
He caught my glance of pity
As his eyes looked up in mine.
Did yonder signal scare you
Said his Saintsliip with a smile,
As he pointed to an index-board,
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A-." TO UI.LJ, A HALF A MILE || j
*
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I NO IRISH NEED APPLY! j
i *
I didn't see no index-board;
Where is it, sir, said I,
Whv, right above the wo'ds,
"No Irish Need Apply !"
O, now that 1 the truth would tell
How awful it would be !
To say there's not a drop of
Pennsylvania Dutch in me !
But, my joya I could not bridle,
And I told him on the square
That my mother's name was Murphy
She was born in county Clare.
The time is fleeting fast, he said.
Be (|uickly as you can;
How long have you been drillling.
And are you a married man ?
Seven years I've been a driller,
As near as I can tell;
I was single at the boarding house
And married at the well.
But, listen ! I'd an object
In the celebrated lie;
The mairied men get bread and h;an«
And the single men get pie !
O, if you could see the dinner pails
When the boys are standing in !
You'd not wonder that the Drillers
Are forever single men !
Or, if you knew the hardships
They encounter and endure.
You'd blot out each and every sin,
St. Peter, I am sure !
I have breasted Bradford's frozen snow
On many a "wild-cat" well,
Ami climbed the derrick oft at night
When the rain in torrents fell.
Yet, I did not reject tiie lot
That God had sent on me,
And glad I am now, how I did bow
With the highest heayen's decree.
He listened to my story,
And his eyes began to 611,
Saying, "blesssd are they who labor
And bow before God's wilj
A Driller's life, 1 know, is filled
With crosses aud with cares,
But i>*yo:id the grave he's richer
Than is any millionaire.
Then I said, St. Peter, tell me !
Are there any drillers here ?
Yes, the book shows seven thousand
<,'ornes to j >in us every year!
We will go, he said, and see them,
'I hry've a heaven of their own;
It is next to God, the father,
He is sitting on the throne !
I ftar >ou will not know them
In their garlands rich and grand
As lie introduced me, paying:
"Mi re's another of the band
Soon I saw an eclipse gather
On the bright and gleaming sun
Aud a thousand signals told rac
That the judgment day had come.
Just tli«u tiie grcit Arch Angel
Like a ti wxi ut light ci*ae iu,
Aud sboatod, d J cti:iirs
For Parker aad his men !"
The lirst of the gancr ta enter
Was the gallant Jim McCrea;
Next cause John and his ludiaa lass;
O, what did Peter say !
Don't ask me. fur just then the old clock
Struck the hour eleven,
Ar.d I awoka t<j find that I
Was far away from Heaven !
BTTI.KR, PA , 1 SfiS. 11. i
TOM MIDDLETON'S WIFE.
Kate Mitchell was one of tbe un
fortunate women w hose surplus phys
ical energies distinguish them from
others of their sex. As a child, she
was known as a "tomboy," aud prim j
mothers beld ber up as an awful
warning to their little daughters,
while in her own home the question
ot how to subdue her buoyant spirits j
wus wrestled over with true maternal
solicitude. When she grew up socle- j
ty frowned upon her as a -'hoyden," j
and ber life was beset with thorns
At eighteen she could row, and j
swim and ride, and play lawn tenuis j
like a boy. She wus a great walker,
and upon one occasion had walked to j
Mt. Diablo and back iu two days, j
with her brother and a couple of
friends, a feat which alone would have !
sufficed to place her under a ban in j
San Frauci.-co'.s beft society. That I
she sang like a biid, danced like a j
sylph, ana was, altogther, a very ami- '
able, pure mimded girl, was a small I
offset for tbe sum of her iniquities,
aud although she was exceedingly
popular among a set of young aud ir
responsible boys, conservative circles
frowned upon her, and it was gener
ally understood that she was a vouuif j
pe:soa of moot radical aud dangerous
tendencies.
It was, therefore, a matter of polite
regret when the announcement of ber
coming nuptials with one this same
conservative circle was received
Tom Middleton was a promising law
yer, of excellent family and irre
pi oachable manners. It had been
generally understood that Tom's
ideal was of a different type, and
more after the pattern of the elegaDt
feociety women with whom he hud
been accustomed to associate. His
intimate friend aud boou companion,
Jack Spencer, who hfd always dis
approved of Kate, undertook to pose
«s tbe mouthpiece of society, aud
echoed its sentiments in Tom's un
willing ear. Tom stood staunchly
by bis colors, but bis frieud's words
sank deep into his soul, nevertheless.
He secretly resolved that, for his sako
and her own, Kate must be "toned
down."
He succeeded even beyond his
hopes—Nine years after ber marriage,
few would have recognized in the
quiet, repressed woman, the gay aud
spirited girl of former days. Kate
was food of her husband, and tho al
chemy of lovo had wrought the
change; but it is dangerous to med
dle witb spiritual chemistry as well
as the forces of the material world,
and if Tom bad known what pent-up
longings aud rebellious inclinations
raged beneath his wife's quiet exter
ior, he might have repented bis suc
cess. But he went on callously and
blindly, as men will when dealing
with delicate forces they cannot un
derstand, and Kate kept her grievan
ces to herself. Two children came—
the elder a girl, a fiery, untamed little"
creature, who mado the mother's
heart ache, <ts she saw in tho child a
reflex of herself; the other, a boy,
sturdy, deliberate, like his father, —
When the children grow larger and
needed room lor exercise aud out door
air which their city home would not
all'ord, they took up their residence
in a little country home, Dot so far
away but that Tom could travel back
and forth daily and attend to his bus
iness, and it is here that our story
fiads them.
One gray, December day, Kate
stood at her window, gazing out up
on the landscape. It had been a dull,
tiresome week Several days before,
Tom had started off on a long prom
ised vacation, which was to be dedi
cated to a hunt in the mountains, in
company with a party of friends.
She was thinking, with envy, of this
hunting party, and wondering, balf
biiterlv, why amusements that were
conceded to bo proper and healthful
for men should not be healthful and
proper for women. How she would
bnve enjoyed the long tramps over
hills, the excitement of the hunt, the
joy of holding a good gun ou her
shoulder, and knowing that she could
sight nud shoot with the best of them!
She felt a wicked solace as she
thought of the showers that bad fall
en in the valley and the clouds that
bid hung constantly over the moun
tains, She was lonely, dull and cross,
and chafed against her hedged-iu life,
with its narrow boundaries, its sense
less restraints.
There was a rush of feet through
tbe house, the door of her room open
ed, and the children burst in.
"Mamma, the creek is up! Take
us down to see it!"
The childish longing for novelty
and excitement found an instant echo
in her heart. They bud ruu in from
outdoor play, and were bonneted and
cloaked, with rubber overshoes to
protect their feet from the damp
earth. As for ber, it was refreshing
to evade Bridget's vigilaut eye, and
to steal out of the front door in her
loose house dress, bare-headed,
and with worsted siippers ou her feet.
They followed a garden path for a
little distance, and then entered a
narrow lane leading to a place where
thov were accustomed to ford in the
summer time, but over which now
swept a seething, tempestuous flood
As they looked and listened, Kate
realized that this was no ordinary
freshet, but the product of a beayy
rainfall over the whole vast watershed,
which had accumulated its forces in
thousands of tiny rivulets, aud join
ing issue witb tbe mountain stream,
plunged down its narrow channel, a
mighty and irresistable power.
Even as they looked she saw a
wall of water suddenly rear up above
and come down toward them like a
minattire tidal wave.
Tbe data built by the new water
company had given away!
They ran back from the shore to
higher ground, and not a moment too
soon. Tbe stream rose several feet
in a second It cut into tbe solid
' b inks on either side, and bushes and
I young trees, rooted up and sucked in
J the greedy current, went spinning by.
A giant sycamore wavered,
j flung out its bare skeleton limbs as if
' iu ghostly protest, aud fell far out in
to tbe stream, interlocking its branhes
with a sturdy evergreen oak which
BUTLER PA . FRIDAY. AUGUST 8.1888
st'jol ou the opposite b.-iok, wuilo i'.!>
trunk, loosely liDrboreil by
suake-like roots, tossed helplessly in
inirialreaai.
"Mfwnuia! See the b : g boards coin
ing!" cried out her little daughter.
Kate looked far up stream aud saw
a great timber sailing leisurely aiong.
Now it, caught oa a projecting snaLr
aud swung half about, now it strut-k
ou a submerged island, and idly dis
engaged itself and sauntered on. Be
hind it WHS another—tbe stream was
black with them.
"Ob, my God! The railroad bridge!'
The railroad bridge, and the after
noon train now nearly due, soon to
rush down a steep grade to a leap in
to that yawning chasui. ller first
impulse was to start up the cauou,
but she instantly checked herself.
What folly with miles of overflow
between and the doomed traib! Word
must be sent down to the station
and from there a telegram to the next
Stopping place above the bridge.
But how? The hired man! Jim had
gone an hour before to the village to
get the mail and have hii daily go-s
--.c-ip with the loungers of the place.
Even if be were here, neither horse
nor man was fleet enough to cover
tbe cireuituous road that that lay be
tween. Then she looked at the pros
trate sycamore. Down the stream,
leisurely, but nearer and neater still,
sailed the great timbers.
"Marian; take little brother aud go
straight to tbe house and stay there
till mamma comes back."
Sh.? bad already pulled herself up
by one of the roots and was creeping
stealthily along 1 tbe swaying trunk.
Here ber dress caught ou a branch;
there she had to climb down and
crawl along with her feet under the
water to avoid au upright limb.
Once she slipped aud lost her hold,
and was neatly sucked into the eddy
ing current, but she caught at a pro
jection at:d swung herself up again.
She could hear the swash of the
heavy timbers up-stream as they rock
ed lazily upon the water, but she did
tot dare to look. Before her the main
trunk of tbe tree was lost and she saw
two diverging limbs, one low ic the
water, the other locked with the oak
in mid-air. Which to take? She
dared not hesitate, but began a
perilous climb along the upper limb,
slippery and naked in placs, waver
ing so that she grew dizzy aud shut
her eyes to keep from falling. And,
to, lying prone upon it, she crept the
eniire lengbth. and the great stijk of
timber struck heavily against the fall
en sycamore, and ju»t as Kate swung
herself into the branches of tbe oak
she felt her support give way, and
with a groan and craoh, and wild up
tossings of its skeleton arms, the old
tree tore loose from its moorings, and
was swept down stream toward the
bay.
Her hands torn and bleeding, Kate
Middleton reached solid ground at
length, aud first her maternal instinct
asserted itself, aud she looked back
and saw her children standiug still
and looking ofter her. She pointed
home with a gesture that they dared
not disobey, and saw them turn and
run up tbe laue, then she sped on her
way.
She was not light of foot as in her
girlhood; whereas, she was once fleet
as a deer and swift motion was a
very joy to her, she now realized
that she was growing to be a stout
aud middle-aged woman. She mov
ed heavily and clumsily and labored
for breath, and her feet were like
clods beneath her. There was a mile
of rough and rocky ground to be cov
ered before she reached the station,
and the train—oh, but to possess
once more the agility of her girlhood!
Which would be first? Would the
train, flying across the upper levels
of tbe Coast llange, reach the next
station before the brave woman bad
sent ber message of warning? How
many times she asked herself the
question she could not have told.
She scarcely dared to hope that she
would be in time. Her heart seemed
ready to burst with grief for tho ter
rible misery threatening so many
happy homes. Alas! for the orphan
ed children who might cry aloud to
heaven that night! Alas! for fathers
aud mothers whom the morrow might
be ; hold bowed down witb sorrow!
Alas! for husbauds and wives—
She was crossing the bed of one of
the many abandoned channels of the
impetuous mountain steeam, a rocky
pathway, strewn with the spoils of
by-gone freshets, where, even then,
a shallow stream was rippling past,
token of the torrent's surplus force.
She faltered, smitten by a new and
awful thought. What if Tom—Tom,
who was not to come for two days
more; Tom, who had started out in
an altogether different direction—
should have cut short his excursion,
or with hid party, driven home by
the continued rains, somehow wan
dered to one of the upper stations
and boarded tbe train there!
Where now was her vaunted phys
ical strength now? What was she,
after all, but a weak, wretched worn
man,with trembling limbs, every mus
cle clogged by this great horror that
had taken possession of her, a fierce
pain gripping at her b«art, something
rising in ber th oat which suffocated
her, her eyes blinded with babyish
tears? Thank God! ber brain kept
clear and true to its purpose and urg
ed on the flagging body. On, on,
over little hillocks, across level
stretches of saud, down new ravines
she ran. Once she cut her foot cruel
ly upon a sharp stone aud remember
ed, for the first time, that she had on
the light, worsted slippers she had
worn in the house, and hud careless
ly neglected to exchange for walking
boots when she started down to the
creek with ber cl ildten. She even
bethought herself that her loose
house-dress was scarcely the style of
apparel in which she should like to
present herself at the station, could
she have her choice, and in the same
breath sent up a prayer of thankful
ness for its light weight which scarce
ly encumbered her movements.
Witb all the rest of her senses
dulled, ber hearing appeared to have
become preternaturally sharp. She
seemed to hear tbe clatter of tbe ap
proach ing train twelve miles away.
The throb, throb, throb of tbe engine
kopt pace with ber beating heart.
She heard the hollow echoes from
the neigh boring hills as the train
! crept over embankments, its deafen
ing clam or as it rushed across tres
tle work, its dull rumble as it roiled
1 oyer solid ground. She even seem
! Ed to see the engineer as he laid his
i hand on the escape valve, ready to
• give the iron monster voice as it
j beared the little mountain town, then
j the wild shriek of the escaping steam,
the clangor of the bell, the puff, puff,
| as the train slackened speed, the clat-
ter of the brakes, the of tht
coupling.
Would she never reuch the little
red station house, now plainly in
sight at the of the smooth grav
eled road? She was passing tbe
postoffice, where people idly gazed at
her. What matter! If only there
were a horse and busrgy in sight, to
help her on her way! If only one of
tbe loungers would understand and
take op tbe mission which her spent
strength seemed inadequate to fulIM !
But she might not turn aside.
On tte d -pot platform more loung
ers, Jim aninig them, rolling a quid
ot tobacco in his . cheek and talking
earnestly about the state of the
weather and the prospers of the
growing crops. They all looked
upon her as a mad woman, as she
ran past them. Jim muttered an ex
pletive under his breath, moved by
tbe strong indignation that must al
wavs possess a self respecting ser
vant, when master or mistress does
something derogatory to dignity ot
bis "family."
The station master was in his office
talking with a gentleman who had
come down from tli3 liiouutaiiu, and
was waiting to take the to the
city. lie wa3 clad in a hunting suit
and was talking with some-excite
ment.
"It has rained all tbe week," he
was sayiug; "you thiuk it rains here
in the valiley, but, groat guns! you
should be up in tbe mountains in a
rain storm. Sheets aud sheets of it
—blizzards of sleet and hail, an-1 the
wind blowing like a hurricane. We
broke camp yesterday. I took a bee
line down here. The rest crossed
bills to the station abovp. They'll
be down on tbe four o'clock."
Voice and speaker were familiar to
the woman who stood in tbe door
way, both hands pressed to her paut
breast. Tbe words came only to dis
tinctly to ber quickened senses. Then
her premonitions were true, aud Tom
—Tom was on that i'ated train. Ag:iin
her body reeled, but her steady braiu
saved her.
"Stop the train! Tbe bridge is
gone!" she cried.
Both men looked up, startled at
the words. With the prompt move
ment of a man trained to obey orders
the agent leaped to bis instrument;
the other man, slower to compre
hend, came forward, the look of
amazement on bis face, as he viewed
the singular apparaition in the door
way. giving place to amused indul
gence, as he recognized the speaker
What au eccentric, impetuous girl
Kate Mitchell always was, and wnat
a life she must lead Tom Middle
ton!
"This is quite an unexpected pleas
ure, Mrs. Middleton," he said smil
in g.
She waved him back with a siogle
imperious gesture There was a
brief silence, The operator listened
intently, with his bead resting on his
hand. Kale Middleton lemaiued
standing in the doorway, her bauds
clasped low, her face blanched with
dread, and all her sonl absorbed in
listening, Jack Spencer, slowly com
prehending the meaning of the scene,
waited, his interests growing with
every moment's delay.
At last it catne, tbe monotonous
click, click, conveying its proten
tious message in a language uukuown
to two of the three anxious listen
ers. Tbe operator arose from his
chair.
"Just in time. The train was pull
ing out of the station, but they stop
ped her."
Kate Middleton clutched at the
doorway. For the first time in her
life her head gave way. She was
again ou the swaying sycamore, and
the limb was crackiug, breaking, go
ing down. She felt the water on her
face, and tbe station agent pouring
ice cold water over her.
"She'll be all right in a minute,"
said Jack, cheerfully. ' Now, Mrs
Middleton, with your permission, I'll
see you home."
She borrowed a hat and cloak from
the station ageut's wife. Jim
brought up the horses. Jack Spen
cer hauded her into the wagon with
grave courtesy, and they drove off
Some of tho lou-igers dimlv under
standing what she had done, looked
on curiously. That was all. No
fuss, no formal tributes, no spe'ech
making even from the two who un
derstood. There was no deputation
of strong men to tender her tribute,
in vqices shaken by sobs.
Contrary to all tradition, and un
like any hero or heroine who ever
saved a train from wreck, she was on
the wrong side of tbe bridge, and the
people most deeply concerned were
nine miles awav.
She had little to say on the rida
homeward, although Jack Spencer
was attentive aud talkative,and tried,
as bard as a man could, to show his
appreciation of her brave deed. Per
haps she was embarrassed in the
consciousness of her odd attire, and
the curious Looks cast upou her as
she rode through the village. Per
haps she was secretly ashamed of her
mad race, and of the exertional, un
womanly, physical prowess that had
made it possible, notwithstanding the
fact that she had saved many lives.
She did not, even invite Jack to coma
in when she reached her own door,
but descended from the wagon with
great dignity, and only relaxed a lit
tle when Jack said, very earnestly:
"I shall never underrate the value
of the physical training for woman
again, Mrs. Middleton. Some day I
shall beg to put my little daughter
under your tutelage."
Which was a great concession for
Jaek, whose little daughter was the
apple of his eye, and whom ho had
hitherto oniy looked to making an ac
complished woman, of elegant man
ners.
Neither honor or praise aw'aited
Kate in her own home. Bridget
scolded her and put her to bed, and
declared that she "wild surely catch
her death a-cold, an' she deserved it
well," and tried to save her from tbe
consequences of ber misdeeds at the
same time. Of the children, Harry
stubbornly resented her base deser
tion of them on the bauk of tbe rag
ing stream, aud Marian, with her
mother's spirit of adventure strong
upon her, terrified the household by
avowing her intention of going across
the water on a tree the first time she
could escape parental authority.
Tbe mother had her reward, never
theless. Late that night, when the
children were asleep and Bridget had
relaxed guard, Kate escaped from bed
aud donning a wrapper and shawl,
laid herself down upon the lounge
before the open fire, to enjoy scan
ning the daily paper. The rain fell
steadily without, so steadily that the
sound of a horse's hoofs coming up
tLe soJieti driveway w:»s scanwl.
distinuuish ible from ihe palter of the
rain drops. Kute started uj» as sha
heard a step outside the door: unother
nioiiient and Tom was before her,
looking very «oleiun, like a newly
materialized phct-t.
"Tom?" cried, s-harply, and
then she seemed to cower before him:
yet u >t before him, but tho horror of
tbe afternoon, which again descended
upon her and tjok possession of her.
Tom, her husband, niiirht have been
one of that prizzly tlroQg o:'ma ig e I,
crushed, dead and dying phantoms of
the might-hive-beoa, ever torturing
h'-r mental vision. She pressed her
over her ejes, us if they might
bur out the si^'hf.
4 Oh, you ought not; you never
should do such a thing," she said.
Afier all, she had nerves, and they
had been sorely tried that dav.
"What do you mean?" gravely de
manded Tom This was indeed a
sorry greeting after all he had been
through.
"You shouldn't have come home
in this unexpected way; yon should
let people kno.v when you are com
ing."
"Kate," said Tom, solemnly, seat
iug himself on tbe sola and drawing
her down beside him ."you will speak
differently when you know hpw near
I came to not coming hime at all; I
have traveled twelve miles on horse
back over a rough mountain road to
get here to night. We were just,
starting out of I'rescita when we
were notified that the bridge three
miles below there—six miles above
here, Kate—hail been carried away."
"How did you find out?" Kate
was herself again. There was a lit
tle twinkle su her eyes, but her lip
i re nib led.
"As to that," replied Tom, "re
ports are somewhat vague. But all
accounts agree it wus a woman. Aud
she did wonderful things. Tha
bridge tender's wife, I believe. Float
ed down stream on a timber, some
body said. Started, all dripping for
the station, and got there iu an un
conscionably short time. Not a min
utAo spare. It" it hadn't been for
her—oh, it was a wonderful feat,
everybody says."
' But how— very unladylike!"
said Kake, iu a choked voice, stoop
iug to pick up something from the
floor.
"Unladylike!" cried Tom,excitedly
"I tell you, Kate, that was some'
thing worth while. Very different
from your lawn tennis practice.
When a womaa puts her streugth to
such a use—and such a strain as it
must have been by Jove! Why, Kate
I doubt if you could do so much as
walk to town and back. But wheu a
woman saves two or three hundred
lives at one strok-j —: My goodness,
Kate, what have you been doing to
your foot?"
For Mrs. Middleton had unconsci
ously pushed tho wounded foot into
sight, and its load of bandages, piled
up by Bridget's clumsy fingers, aud
finished with a red flanuel swathiug,
was indeed calculated to strike terror
to the beholder.
"I—l took a little walk to-day,"
replied Kate, guiltily, trying to hide
the food again beneatti the hem of
dress, "but don't let us talk about
that, Tom. I'm sorry I seemed
queer and cold when you came iu.
1 wasn't feeling well, and you—you
looked so. It almost made me shiv
er."
Like many people who are daunt
less iu tho presence of real danger,
Kate hatl all ber life beeu shy of
praise. If she could have kept the
knowledge of her escapade, as she
mentally termed it, from her husband
she would gladly have done it. But,
stupid as he was in some ways, ob
tuse as he was, he wa3 not to be put
off in this way. He was alrerdy on
his knees beside ber. cutting threads,
removing pins and undoing cloths, in
spite of her protests, until he disclos
ed a little foot, purple with bruises
and with au ugly gaping cut iu one
side.
"No wonder you are not yourself
to-night. A -little walk!' I should
so Kate, what hayc you been up to
now?"
"I bad on my slippers," confessed
the culprit, "and—there wasn't time
to chaDge them. Let it alone, Tom.
It'll be all right to morrow "
"A little walk!" persisted Tom,
"Great Ca-sar, Kate, you are not to
be trusted alone any more that a two
year old babe; I'll never dare to go off
and leave you again."
"If I hadn't taken my little walk,
you—you—you mightn't have had
the chance!" cried poor Kate, corner
ed at last.
"My soul!" cried Tom, a light
dawning upon him at last. "It was
you!"
I think he kissed the little lame,
bruised feet. lam afraid he did a
great many foolish things and hum
bled himself most lamentably to show
his love for his brave young wife, his
pride in her, and his contrition.
There was a purse made up by the
passrngers on the overland traiu that
fateful day, to reward the plucky
woman who had saved them from
such a frightful dissaster, but they
were never able to find her out. The
station master and-Jack Spencer kept
their secret well Tbe only subscrip
tion that ever reached its destination
was Tom Middleton's. His wife
wife sometimes wears a very ugly
bracelet set with a couple of very
large aud pouderous gold coins
Wheu people question her about it
she replies that it is a medal Tom
once awarded her for a race she won
It is generally understood that she
refers to some rowing ma'ch or
horseback ride, there are boats on
the pond now, saddle-horses in Tom's
stable, and a tennis-court ou tho
lawn. But even as she answers
Kate «ces again the railroad train,
with its precious living freight,
thundering on to destruction, and a
woman, bare-headed, wild eyed, with
draggled dress and bleeding feet, rac
ing desperately across a rough coun
try. iu a mad efl irt to avert the im
pending danger Th?. Argonaut.
EH'octs or Tarifl' Agitation.
Tariff League bulletin,]
We call the attention of business
men to last week's report of lirad
strerVx Commercial Agency, in
which it says that "iaviewof the pos
sibility of wool being placed on tbe
free list no buy injj for future con
sumption is anticipated. A great
deal of woolen machinery is idle for
repairs and orders."
The tariff agitation is responsible,
according to this, ir tho stagnation
aud depression in tho wool trade
Xoi one will accuse a commercial ag
ency of misrepresenting facts for pol-
I it -al purposes .
A NIGHT MAKE.
What's this I see, what can it be,
Oh, teli me nui I dreaaiia^*
Ji*» getting uearer, plainer, clearer.
Its hideous lace an i eyes aie gleaming.
Is what 1 feel, I wonder, real ?
Ou sar; let IU/ hur
I kick, I shout, go way, eel out.
But still lis staudiu j there.
At last I leap froin troubled sleep
Vail what do you tiiirik I saw?
"Get out c.l l>»d you lazy lira I"
Si-reamed my ' M »ther-iii-l*w."
SA.VI'MU It,;, July 1 NM. T. V. SIIITII
NEWSPAPER HUMOR.
[WRITTEN WITH A SIX DOLLAR I'AIR
OF SIIKARS.]
• Wanted—A plain cook," reads an
advertisement. Wouiler whoso wife
put that in tbe paper ?
Tbe passion for antiquities is on
tbe increase, but old ladies are not
appreciated more highly thaa ever.
Neither are nuthors iu law.
"Papa," said his little girl, aged
six years and niuc months, "Why do
you say sujKiaiighur ? Is it be
cause'she has boeu trodden upon f
The fashion editor wrote: "Boas
are fashionable amongyoung ladies,"
but the iuiehigeut compositor bad it
tbe next day, "Boys are,"etc.
It is a singular fact that a man
who is secoud 111 command at home
always wants to rule the whole of
creation when be gets outside bis
yarii gate.
"lie seems to have been shot in
the diaphragm." said tbe doctor.
"Oh, iic!" exclaimed the weeping
wife, "he was shot iu the lower eud
of the saloon."
The editor of an Illinois daily pa
per says that he does not depend up
on journalism for his daily bread, but
raises liens. Wonder whose heas he
"raises."
There is one reason why type-set
ting machines ought to become very
popular with editors. They cannot
yell copy. Home Sentinel. Nor
the devil take it.
New York has a "Female Bible
Society." Female Bibles may pos
sess some advantages over tbe old
Bibles, but we doubt it. Sex in the
Scripture is all wrong.
A writer iu an Irish newspaper, af
ter mentioning the wreck of a vessel
near Skerries, rejoices that all tbe
crew was saved,except four hogsheads
of molasses.
Whiskey is an antidote for snake
bites, and when a Texas man sits on
a prickly pear all the argument on
earth wont persuade him that a snake
didn't bite him,
"We want an impetus!" shouts a
contemporary. Somebody should
place an inverted tack on his chair.
It goes right to the spot every time;
aud no impetus, no pay.
Mr. Husrg of Morristown is con
stantly alilicted by the girls of his vi
cinity who insist on remarking when
ever they sec him, "Go away, sir! I
shan't do it, you ridiculous creaturo."
A farmer writes to the local news
paper complaiuing of tbe low price of
dairy produca, and adds—"it doesn't
pay for the wear and tear of the hen.
The price of eggs is ridiculous."
"We had short-cake for tea,'" said
a little girl to a neighbor's boy with
whom she was talking through the
fence. "So did wo," he answered;
"very short—so very short it didn't
go round."
A negro was put upon the stand as
a witness, and the judge inquired if
he understood the nature of an oath.
"For certing, boss," said the citizen;
"if I swears to a lie I must stick to
him."
"Ma thinks a great deal of you, I
fancy," said a little to a physi
cian. "Why do you fancy that, my
child ?" "Because I heard hor say
she thought you wasn't near so big a
fool as that other old humbug.
Mrs. Shoddy's views are interest
ing to those thinking of keeping a
carriage. She says she has thought
it all over, and come to the con
elusion that brooches are al
most too large, and that these 're
coupons are too shut up, but that a
nice, pony phantom is just the thing.
Won a Wager.
A wager of a silk hat once cost
many lives It was iu 1811, Cap
tain Decatur, of the United States
Navy, commander of the frigate
United State-?, met Captain Carden,
of the British Navy, commanding
the Macedonia. It was just prior to
the war of ISI2, and while talking
about tho chances, Carden said to
Decatur:
"If you and I ever meet ofter hos
tilities are declared, I'll bet you a
silk hat that the Macedonia will cap
ture the Uuited States."
"I'll bet you a silk hat you don't,"
was the reply.
The two lrigatos met on October
2">, 1812 and after a bloody fight, the
English flag was lowered.
Decatur hastened on board the
prize, aud Cardjn tendered his
sword.
"1) n your sword, Carden,"
said Decatur, "i bet you a silk hat,
aud as we'ro a long way from a bat
ter, Ultake the one you wjar."
The hat was given.
Coming Elections.
There are no longer October elec
tions in pivotal States to indicate or
in 11 lie nee the vote for President iu
November. There are, however, (six
States that will hold elections prior
to the November election
Tennessee elects a G jvornor on
Thursday, the 21 of August.
Alabama has its biennial election
on the (ir.-.t M <nday in August.
Tbe Arkansas State election occurs
on the first M >uday in September.
Next comes tho Vermont electiou
on tbe first Tuesday in September.
Maine follows with an election on
the second .Monday of September.
Georgia, the only October State,
has its eletion on the first Wednesday
of that mouth.
—The oldest registered voter in
Cincinnati is David Fisher, who al
though 'J I years of age, in iu excellent
health, lie cast his first vote for
Henry Clay for President in 1832.
—An "inr:h ofraiu" means a gallon
of water spread ovor a surface of
: nearly two square feet, or a fall of
about 100 tons oa an acre of ground.
Editor Dana's Rules on Journal
ism.
Charles A. Dana, editor of UM N't*
York Sun, delivered so address re
cently st tbe Acsdemj of Ma«te to
the Wisconsin Editorial Association.
Tbe hall wse crowded aad tbe veter
an editor's discourse wss warmly tp
p landed.
lie eaid tbst, sa compared to Eu
rope, America waa far in ad vanes.
In tbe whole of tbe British Islsada
tie re were not more than bait a dosea
papers which wonld compare with
those of this country. The saaM
criticism held good in regard to tbe
newspapers of Germany. There tbe
papers were remote trom tbe psoplt;
here tbe press was close to tbe peo
ple.
Tbe atmosphere of freedom wsa
essential to tbe production of greet
newspapers. A distinction sboold be
made between American and Eu
ropean definitions of freedom, la
France the daily paper woo Id l*re
one well-written essay, bot tbe re
mainder of tbe sheet wonld be Iliad
with matter which in America woald
be considered itnmaterial. Tbe news
paper must furnish the information
tbe people desire or it will baa fail
ure. Tbe first thing looked for wss
news, and by tbst word tbe spasker
meant anything which wonld inter
est tbe people. In this connection bo
said tbst whatever Divine Providence
permitted to occnr be was not too
proud to report it. [Applause and
laughter, j
Tbe speaker did not think a college
course iu journalism wonld be of
much value. The one school was
tbe newspaper office, snd without it
LO man conld oecoiue a thorough
journalist. | Applause and voices
"that's so "J
RU L.KB FOR JOURNALISTS.
There sre no set nisxims snd rules
for journalists. Tbe doctor sol the
lawyer might have rnles, bot there
were very few rules tbst conld be us
ed by newspaper men. Mr. Dans,
however submitted tbe following:
First—Get the news, and get all
the news, and nothing but tbe news.
Second—Copy nothing from an
other publication without perfect
credit.
Third—Neyer print an interview
without tbe knowledge and consent
ot tbe party interviewed. [Laughter
and applause ]
Fourth —Never print a paid adver
tisement as news matter. [ Laughter]
Let every advertisement appear ae
an advertisement, no sailing under
false colors. [Applause.]
Fifth—Never attack the weak or
tho defenceless, either by argument,
by invective, or by ridicnle, unless
there is some absolute public neces
sity for so doing.
Sixth—Fight for your opinions,
but don't believe they contain the
wbole truth, or tbe only truth.
Seventh — Support your party, if
you have one [loud laughter ana ap
plause], but don't think all tbe good
men are in it, and all the bad ones
outside of it. [Laughter.]
Eighth—Above all, know and be
lieve that humanity is advancing,and
that there is progress in human life
and human affairs [applause], and
that as sure as God lives the foture
will bo greater and better than tbe
present. [Applause]
"That," said Mr. Dana, "is a pretty
general code, bot it Beems to me it
covers tbe case very well."
Victory on the Pacific Slope.
Hon. M. M. Estee, of California,
chairman qf tbe Notification Commit
tee, speaks confidently of Republi
can victory on tbe Pacific slope. He
said in an interview :
Oregon has clearly shows the at
titude of tbe Pacific slope upon this
matter. The truth is simply that
our people can do no other way than
support the Republican ticket. Al
most all our industries are protected
by tbe tariff. Von might fairly say
that California produces nothing that
is not protected by the tariff. It is
the only State in tbeUnion that raises
raisins and competes with tbe Malaga
supply of that article. It is tbe only
State that coofctantly produced any
aruouut of prunes, upon which, I be
lieve, there is a tariff of two centa
a pound. It is the only State which
produced olive oil and the only one
that pro luces any great amount of
borax, and on all of these things
thero is a tariff; and there is ons
thing worth observing in this con
nection, and that is, tbst notwith
standing the tariff on sll these things
—on prunes, for example, of two or
two and one-half cents a pound— -they
are cheaper than they were before
tbe tariff was put on them and tbey
were compelled to come into compe
tition with American enterprise.
The foreign dealers formerly charged
double as much and their profits were
doubly greater tbsn they are now."
"What about tbe wool interests?'*
That, of course, is one of tbe great
industries of our State and tboae en
gaged in it will have a great deal to
do in sharing the profita of tbe Com
monwealth, but it is no greater or
more important than tbe fruit-grow
ing interests."
"Your State seems to receive tbe
nomination of General Harrisoa with
great enthusiasm." "Yes, sir; the
nomination of General Harrison
pleases tbe California people, and it
pleases tbe American people. His
popularity will grow tbe more tbe
people learn of him. Tbe enthusi
asm for him is already greater thaa I
expected, although I was a Harrison
mau after Blaine. Tbe talk about
tbe Chinese question is idle.* That
question is settled."
Things to Think About.
Did Mr. Cleveland say, aa be is al
leged to have said: "I believe in free
trade as I believe in the Protectant
religion?" If so, wLat did be mean
by it ?
Speaker Carlisle is afraid to meet
Major McKinley in a tariff discussion.
That is tbe plain, simple truth of tbe
whole business. Mr. Csrlisie baa
never made a finer exhibition of
statesmanlike discretion.
Did William L Scott say, as be is
alleged to have said: "We (tbe cap
italists) can control workiogmen only
so long as he eats up to-day what he
earns to-morrow Tbe Honorable
Orange Noble, of Erie, a neighbor and
until this year alwaya a Democrat,
declares that Colonel Scott said that
very thing. Colonel Scott bns tbe
floor, and he must take it or confess
himself floored.
—The Dominion has no gold coins
and iu silver and copper currency la
made in England.
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