VOL. XXVIII
Robes and Blankets
As cold weather approaches
horse owners will save money
by buying their horse blank
ents, knee robe.-, etc.. now.
A good warm blanket on a
hone in cold weather saves
more for the owner than any
thing else.
The largest and most com
plete line of robes,blankets,har
ness,whips,trunks, valises, etc..
in the county,and at. the lowest
prices, will always be iound at
Fr. KEMPER'S,
124 N. Main St.,
Butler, Pa
D. E. JACKSON.
303 8. Main St. - - Butler, Pa.
Everybody Delighted.
Who are in need of Seasonable
Goods.
Having bought a large Stock of
Fall and Winter Goods, and owing to
bad weather and worse roads, they
have not bean going ont aa fast aa
they ought to
We have
CUT PRICES AWAY DOWN,
as we most 00 account of scarcity of
room close them ont to make room
for Spring Goods.
If yon want a Cloak, Jacket or
Shaw)
NOW IS YOUR CHANCE.
Or if yon want Blankets, Comforts
Underwear. Ladies' or Gents', Flan
nels, Canton Flannel or anything in
that line.
COME NOW
before the Stock is broken, but
DON'T FORGET
to examine oar large stock of Dress
Goods, which are iocluded in this
CUT,
Also Fancy and Dress Plashes,
Black Sarah and Gros Grain Silks,
all Marked Down.
Full Again.
We mean our wall paper de
partment, lull and overflowing
with our immense and choice
stock of paper hangings. You
must help us out, we haven't
room for half our goods, until
you relieve us of some of them.
We have the choicest selec
tion of patterns in every grade
from Brown Blanks at 10 cts
to Gilts at from 20 eta to $1
per double bolt. »
Examine our Stock.
J. E Douglass,
ft ear Postoffice, Butler, Pa.
Rare Bargains,
Extraordinary Bargains are offer
ad her* in
UNDERWEAR,
HOSIERY,
GLOVES,
HANDKERCHIEFS,
MUFFLERS,
Everything in furnishings for ladies,
children and men.
Compare oar prices with what you
bave been paying and see if you
ean't save money by dealing with
aa.
John M. Arthurs.
833 SOUTH ;IIAILT.BTRKET. 333
Big Overcoat Sale
AT
The Racket Store.
OVERCOATS OF ALL GRADEB,
STYLEB AND COLORS AT
ROCK BOTTOM PRICES FOR
CASH.
REMEMBER THAT NO FIRM
DOING A CREDIT BUBINEBB
CAN QUOTE THE LOW CASH
PRICES YOU WILL FIND
AT THE ONE PRICE
RACKET STORE,
48 H. Main St.,
Butler, Pa.
L. 8. McJUNKIN,
Imiam aid Bed Eattte Ag't
17 EAST JEFFERSONJBT.
BUTLER, - PA.
"butler county
Mutual' Firs Insurance Co.
Cor. Main & Cunningham Bu.
J. C. KOESSING, PaxsiDHT.
H C. H KIN KM AN, SBCBBTART.
DIRECTORS:
G. n. Romrtix. Henderson Oliver,
J- LPurrta, James Stephenson,
A. Twitmmn, H. r. Helneimui.
A,fr sS J**?*- N. Wellzel,
w&sut.
LOYAL M'JUMIH. Gen. A*'.
BUTUDR,
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
PROFESSIONAL CARDS
V. McALPINE,
Dentist,
la now permanently located at ISO South Main
Street' Butler. Pa . In rooms formerly ;ccoupled
by Dr. Waldron.
1 Dr. N. M. HOOVER,
IS7 E. Wayne St., office hours. 10 to 12 M. and
1 to 3 P. M.
L. M. REINSEL, M. D,
PHYSICIAN A*l> BUBO BOX.
Office and residence at 221 Graham Street.
Butler, Pa.
L. BLACK,
PHYSICIAN AND BTHGEON,
New Troutman Building, Butler, Pa.
Dr. A. A. Kelty,
Office at Bose Point, Lawrence county. Pa.
t S. LEAKK. M. D. J. E. MANN, M. D.
Specialties; Specialties:
Gynaecology and Sur- Eye, Ear. Nose and
rery. Throat.
DRS. LEAKE & MANN,
Butler, Pa.
G. M. ZIMMERMAN.
PHYSICIAN AND BITLOKON,
Office at No. 48, 8. Main street, over Frank *
Go's Ding Store. Butler. Pa,
SAMUEL M. BIPPUS.
Physician and Surgeon.
No. 22 East Jefferson St., Butler, Pa.
W. R. TITZEL.
PHYSICIAN **» SURGEON.
8. W. Corner Main and North fits., Butler, Pa.
J. J. DONALDSON, Dentist.
Butler, Penn'a.
Artificial Teeth Inserted on the latest lm- !
proved plan. Gold Filling a specialty. Offlce— >
over Scnaul's Clothing Store.
DR. S. A. JOHNSTON.
DENTIST, - - BUTLER, PA.
All work pertaining to the profession" execut
ed ID the neatest manner.
Specialties Gold Killings, and Painless Ex
traction of Teeth, Vitalized Air administered.
OSes Jcftnoi Street, eac door East of Lowrj
Houe, fcp St Airs.
Office open daily, except Wednesdays and
Thursdays Communications by mall receive
prompt attention,
H. B.—The only Dentist In BuUer
beat stakes of teeth.
J. W. MILLER,
Architect, C. E. and Surveyor.
Contractor, Carpenter and Builder,
lisps, plans, specifications and esti
mates; all kinds of architectural and en
gineering work. No charge for drawing if
I contract the work. Consult your best in
terests; plan before you build. Informa
tion cheerfully given. A share of public
patronage is solicited.
P. 0. Box 1007. Office S. W. of Court
House, Butler, Pa.
C. F. L. McQUISTION,
ENGINEER A.\D SURVEYOR,
OPPIOB KEAB DIAMOXD, BCTLXK, PI.
J. M. PAINTER,
Attorney-at-Law.
Office—Between PostofUce and Diamond, But
ler. Pa. I
A. T. SCOTT,
ATTOBNEY-AT-LAW.
Offlce at Mo. ft. South Diamond. Butler. Pa.
A. M. CHRISTLEY,
ATIOKNEY AT LA .
Offlce second floor. Anderson RI k. Main St.,
near Court House, Butler, Pa.
J. W. HUTCHISON,
ATTOBNEY AT LAW.
W Office on second floor of the Huselton block,
Diamond, Butler, Pa., Boom No. 1.
JAMES N.MOORE,
ATTOSMIT-AT-LAW AMD NOTABT PUBLIC.
Office In Boom No. 1. second floor of Iluselton
Block, entrance on Diamond.
A. E. RUSSELL,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
Office on second floor or New Anderson Block'
Main St.,—near Diamond.
IRA McJUNKIN.
Attorney at Law, Offlce at No. IT, East Jefltr
*on St., Butler, Pa.;
W. C. FINDLEY,
Attorney at Law and Keal Estate Agent. Of
flee rear of L. Z. Mitchell's office on north side
of Diamond, Butler, Pa.
H. H. GOUCHER.
Attorney-at-law. Office on second floor of
Anderson building, near Court House, llutler.
Pa.
J. V. BRITTAIN.
Att'y at Law—Offlce at 3. E. Cor. Main St, aud
Diamond, BuUer, Pa.
NEWTON BLACK.
AU^aUjtw— Offlce on South side of Diamond
A. E. GABLE,
V eterinary Surgeon.
Graduate of the Ontario Veterinary
College, Toronto, Canada.
Dr. Gable treats all diseases of the
domesticated animals, and makes
ridgling, castration and horse den
tistry a specialty. Castration per
formed without clams, and all other
rforgical operations performed in the
most scientific manner.
Calls to any part of the country
promptly responded to.
Office and Infirmary in Crawford's
Livery, 132 West Jefferson Street,
Botler, Pa.
SAW MILLS
Psteat Variable Friction aad Belt Peed.
Steam Engines, Hay Presses,
Shingle Mills. &c-
Portable Grist Mills,
Send for Illus. Ttirenhlnf XarhfiK-*. Ar.
Catalogue. A. B. KAKQIHAB CO.. York, Pa.
GEO. D. MITCHELL,
Attorney-at-l-aw and Solid to- of Pension* and
Patent*. Ilox awi. Washington, D. C. Clerk Sen
ate Pension Committee for last " years, if yoo
like PKOMPTNKSS write me. Olad to eive
advice.
Advirfiiw io th* CITI«X>.
I Regarding Fine Clothes.
As a new comer requesting a share of the pat
ronage of this town and vicinity in my line, it
befits me to make a few statements. I make a
specialty of the higher grades of work; I keep
in stock the finest quality of goods; I recognize
the fact that a good fitting suit from my house
is it's best advertisement, while a misfit con
demns the cutter and tailor. J shall endeavor
to send out the best fitting clothes to be found.
I do all my own cutting.
o—o
The prices will be as low as can be made com
patible with the quality of goods I shall adhere
to. A full line of the latest and most stylish
goods in stock. Call and see me before placing
any orders.
GEO, HABERNIGG, SR.
MERCHANT TAILOR,
202 S. Main St.,
Don't Head This Unless You
Want To!
in mnaaaQQaomi- ■
We feel confident it will pay you.
Now that the Holidays are over we are
busy getting ready for Spring trade.
We want all persons to know where to
buy goods at prices. This is the
4/ c 5 •
place. We sell goods as cheap as any
person in the United States, if not cheap
er. We
RETAIL FURNITURE AT WHOLE
SALE PRICES.
We give vou first-class goods; what more
can we do. We also do just as we ad
vertise. We will sell you a Good Oak
Bed Room Suit for #l9 and a fine Pol
ished Oak Bed Room Suit tor #25. You
can't buy it elsewhere under #35. Any
thing you want in the Furniture line you
w ill find at our store at low prices. Come
and see us whether vou want to buy or
not. We want to show you our goods.
Campbell & Templeton,
OLD TROUTMAN STAND BUTLER, PA.
Have You Bought Your
Cloak or Wrap for the winter yet. II you haven't don't put
it off too long or all the best things will B be picked out.
It is a Fact
That we have never shown as nice a line of Dry Goods and
Carpets as we are now showing in our new room.
Why are Troutmans so busy?
There must be a reason for it or people wouldn't do their shop
ping there.
The Real Truth is
They have the correct styles, the largest and best stock to se
lect from and the lowest prices.
o—o
Visit our store from now until Christmas and see lor yourself.
TROUTMAFS
Leading Dry Goods and Carpet House.
BUTLER, - - - PA.
EVERY WATERPROOF COLLAR OR CUFF
—————| THAT CAN BE RELIED ON
BE UP Jxrot to etoiitg
THE MARK 3>fC>t ~tC> PlSCOlOlT!
——————l BEARS THIS MARK.
KEUJUIID
NEEDB NO LAUNDERING. CAN BE WIPED CLEAN IN A MOMENT.
THE ONLY LINEN-LINED WATERPROOF
COLLAR IN THE MARKET.
.THERE ARE MAMY
@P»USES FOR •
XSAPOLIO* '
To clean tombstones. To renew oil-cloth. To renovate paint- To brighten metals.
To polish knives. To scrub floors. To wash out sinks. To scour bath-tubs.
To clean dishes. To whiten marble. To remove rust. To scour kettles.
EVERYBODY USES IT.
Dentists to clean false teeth. Engineer* to clean parts of machines. Housemaids to scrub marble floor*.
Burgeous to polish their In •truments. Ministers to renovate old chapels. Chemlsta to rcmofi some stains.
Confectioners to scour their pans. Sextons to clean the tombstones. Carvers to sharpen their knives.
Mechanics to brighten their tools. Hostlers on brasses and white horses. Shrewd ones to scour old straw hat*
Cooks te clean the kltchon sink. Artists to clean their palattes. Soldiers to brighten their arms.
Painters to clean off surfaces. Wheelman lo clcau bicycles. Renovators to clean carpets.
EVERY ONE FINDS A NEW USE.
BT'TLER, PA., FIUDAY, FEBRUARY <>.
He Worried About It.
i --The sun's beat will give out in ten mil
lion years more, '
And he worried about it;
"It will surely give out then, if it doesn't
before,"
And he worried about it;
It would surely give out. so the scientists
said
In all scientifical books that he read.
And the whole mighty universe then would
be dead.
And he woiried about it.
"And some day theearth will fall into the
sun,''
And he worried about it;
"Just as sure, and a< straight, as if shot
from a gun,"
And he woiried about it;
i "When strong graiitation unbuckles her
straps
I Just picture," he sail, "what a fearful col
lapse!
j It will come in a fcw million ages, per
haps,"
And he woried about it.
"The earth will bectme much too small for
the race,"
And he wirried about it;
"When we'll pay thirty dollars an inch for
pure space," ■
And he woaied about it;
"The earth will be :rowded so much, with
out doubt,
That there'll be no 'oom for one's tongue
to stick out,
And no room for one's thoughts to wander
about,"
And he wffried about it.
"The Gulf Stream will curve, and New
England grow torrider,"
And he worried about it;
"Than was ever th» climate of southern"
most Florida,"
And he woried about it;
"The ice crop will 1c knocked into small
smithereens,
And crocodiles block up our mowing
machines,
And we'll lose our ffae crops of potatoes
and beans,"
And he worried about it.
"And in less than 10,000 years, there's no
doubt,"
"Our supply of lumber and coal will give
out,"
And he worried about it;
"Just then the Ice Age will return cold
and raw,
Frozen men will stand stiflf with arms out
stretched in awe,
As if vainly beseeching a general thaw,"
And he worried about it.
REUNITED.
The last little toddler had scrambled
down the schoolroom iteps,* the larger
scholars were at some dittance, engaged in
a merry game of "tag," but I was in no
hurry to follow them. This was my one
hour of freedom out of the 24, and I rested
my head on the battered old desk before
me and enjoyed it to the utmost.
It was a bright April afternoon in South
ern Missouri. Already prairie was
bright with blossoms, and the grapevines
in the timber that fringed the stream near
by sent fragrant messages on every breeze.
The day had been oppressively warm, at
least it seemed so to. my Northern phy
sique. Gradually the worn benches and
the dingy walls disappeared, and I was
busily engaged with a pitchfork in a New
England hayfield, when I was startled
back to Missouri by a cheery "Hello,
there!"
I sprang up, oppressed by the fear that I
was late for supper, and that Mrs. Spriggs,
who "boarded" me and was the chief
terror of ray life at that time, had
come to upbraid me for my delinquen
cy. But instead of her sharp features and
angular form, I saw an old man, white
haired and venerable, with wild blue eyes
and ruddy face.
"This warm spring weather is rather
hard on us Northerners," he said pleasant
ly. "It's a matter of 35 years since left
old Vermont, and I'm getting purty well
acclimated, as they say, but I know jest
how you feel to-day."
I wrung his band as heartily as if I bad
known him all my life. It was only a few
months since 1 left my childhood's home ;
and I was barely 19. The old man answer
ed my silence as if I had spoken.
"Yes, it's good to see anyone from the
old place, isn't itf The old lady", with a
tender intonation "is frying her first spring
chickens, and she expects you to help eat
'em, so get your hat and hurry up. I told
Mis'Spriggs you wouldn't be back this
evening.
I followed him joyously to a wagon
which stood at a little distance, and ho
smiled at my evident delight.
"You see," he said, as we jogged along,
"wo've been 'lottin' on havin' you ever
since term begun, but we knew it wouldn't
do to ask you before you'd gone the rounds
of the youngun's houses. Folks here are
particular about that. But you're through
now, ain't you?"
Yes, I was "through"' at last. At each of
the scholar's homes 1 had passed a night,
more or less awful, and at every one I had
heard of the crimes and shortcomings com
mon to the rest, until I began to regard
myself as a lamb quartered on a colony of
wolves. On one point they were all
agreed, Mrs. Spriggs was the most wolfish
wolf among them, and I was the recipient
of much commiseration because, Mr. Spriggs
being director, I was'expected to board
under his roof, as a matter of course.
I knew by sight the old gentleman who
had now called for me, though I had never
spoken to him before that evening. His
name was Worden, and it struck me as
singular that it was not associated in my
mind with any sin of omission or com
mission. I concluded that it must be be
cause he had no "young-uns" in the school,
for I had noticed that parental jealousy
was the chief source of the torrent of
slander.
"I suppose yonr children have babies of
their own, by this time," I said.
"Only one of'em lived past baLyhood,"
he answered, sadly, '"and he was—we lost
him many years ago."
We were passing a farmhouse jnst then,
and, to change the subject, I asked Mr.
Worden if he knew the owner.
"Ay, that I do," he answered, heartily
"One of the best farmers in the country.
Xever could beat him on corn. Wife's Ihe
spryest little woman in the country, hain't
she got a flock of poultry! IJlgh tempered?
Likely 'nough. These uncommon smart
folkß often are. There's lilaek's cousin is,
maybe, better natared, but he can't begin
to raise such corn. Not but what he's a
first-rate fellow, too. We must take folks
as they are, my boy. Apples and peaches
arc both good, but they don't grow on the
same tree, my boy, not on the same tree."
I assented to this self evident proposition,
and the old gentleman continued:
"You've heard lots of talk since you've
been hero, no doubt, but you inusn't mind
it. The folks here are not much on readin'
an' such,and the climate makes work easy,
so they uaturully talk a good deal, but
they, don't mean anything. Kless you,
they're as kind hearted! Why, if you
happen to get hurt, there isn't a man here
j bat would take one hoss from the plough
I and ride th) mile lor a doctor, and never
, think what 'ud become of 'tother one.
j There ain't no freer-hearted people under
the canopy."
I drew a long breath of relief. After all
! I was not among wolves!
We drew up at an exceedingly pleasant
j house, stamiing in the middle of a sweet
| old-fashioned flower garden, which was
almost surrounded by a blossoming orchard.
| An old lady, in a neat black dress and
snowy apron, smiled a welcome from the
vine-covered porch.
'We left the wagon at the barn and then
entered the house by another door, which
led directly into the kitchen, a long, low
room,looking out upon the orchard. Heavy
spikes of lilac blossoms nodded at the open
I windows, and a light stand near the door
j was gay with scarlet geraniums. A well
i filled bookcase and a supply ol papers aud
j magazines showed that Mr. VTorden had a
| taste for "reading and such," if his neigh
bors had not.
The room was neat but not too prim
looking. Mrs. Worden's work-basket stood
on the bare white floor by the side of a
light rocking-chair, and a kitten was play
ing with a newspaper that lay on the
chintz-covered lounge. The table, daintily
spread fo. .Uou «*c&. .at: um«r.
"This is Keed Hanson, mother,"' said
Mr. Worden. "He's a wanderer from
home, like myself, and I hope yon've got a
real New England sapper to cheer him up."
Mrs. Worden came forward, a sweet,
gentle old lady who must have been very
pretty in her youth. But now the silver
threads in her hair far outnumbered the
brown, and her delicate face was deeply
lined with age or caro.
"I have neither codfish nor beans," she
sai-i smiling. "But perhaps you will find
something to remind you of home."
I glanced at the table as I took my seat.
Light bread,cold boiled ham. fried chicken
and poached eggs were directly before us,
and a reserve of baked apples, rhubarb pies
and raspberry jam adorned the other end
of the table. I smiled my thanks, as Mrs.
Worden handed the bread.
"I am so tired of corn pone and soda
biscuit," I said. "And it's so good to see
ham and eggs that are not fried! You'll be
astonished, Mrs. Worden, if you never saw
a hungry boy before."
She smiled again, but rather sadly, 1
thought, and Mr. Worden said, "You see
my wife studied up Yankee cookery just to
please me, and now she likes it better her
self."
"Then yon are not from New England!''
I said, looking at Mrs. Worden. "No,"
she answered. "I was born in this State."
The pleasant meal was over, but we still
sat chatting inteimittently in the fading
light, when a sudden thought impelled mo
to say, "This seems the very abode of
peace, now,but I suppose you had trouble
some times during the war."
I was looking at Mr. Worden as I spoke,
bat, instead of answering, he glanced
hastily at his wife, who at that moment
rose and left the room. Then he said
hurriedly, "We never speak of the war
here. I'll tell you why another time."
I was deeply chagrined and muttered a
confused apology.
"It's all right, my boy, ' he answered,
his voice trembling a little. "You didn't
mean any harm."
When Mrs. Worden returned to the room
her manner was ontwardly calm, but her
dark eye* wore pitiful in their sadness.
"What a lovely night!"l said, rising and
standing in the doorway. The moon was
at its full, and the pink and white apple
blossoms looked glorified in the brilliant
light.
"It is that," said the old man, joining
me "S'pose we look round a little."
1 assented with alacrity, and we walked
first around the flower-garden then up and
down by the long rows of vegetables, and
finally passed out under the flower-laden
boughs.
I hail noticed a small grove of ever
greens at the end of orchard, and as we
drew near the spot, I saw that the trees
were within a small enclosure. A neatly
trimmed hedge of sweetbrier and wild
roses surrounded it, and there was a small
white gate at one corner. This the old
gentleman held open for me and I passed
in, raising my hat involuntarily, as if I
were entering a church. It was a resting
place of the dead.
Four tiny graves were clustered to
gether at one side, unmarked save by rose
bushes and sweet flowers. But near them,
close together were two long mounds,
marked by a double headstone. This was
the inscription on one side: "To the
memory of Lionel Bryce. Died August 20,
1804, aged 19 years." Opposite was the
name of Ernest A. Worden, his age, 20
years, and the date of his death a few
weeks later than the other. Under both
names, engraved the whole length of the
stone were the words, "They beat
their swords into ploughshares, and their
spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not
lift up sword against nation, neither shall
they learn war any more."
The old man "stood for some minutes,
silently, with bowed head, while I, bend
ing down, read and re-read in the bright
moonlight the inscription, wondering why
it had been chosen, and noting the beauty
of the flowers which adorned the graves.
On one side of the stone was a climbing
rose and on the other a honeysuckle. The
long green sprays, reaching upward, had
met and twined together in many places,
so that, but for the difference in form of
the fresh leaves, it would have been hard
to say from which root they sprang.
"This is my boy's grave," the old man
said, at last, "and there lies one who was
almost as dear, the son of my wife's only
sister. She died when he was a child, and
left him to our care. My son and he loved
each other as few brothers do. At work or
play they must always be together al
ways—"
The old man's voice broke. He paused
for a minute and then went on, but falter
ingly:
"When Ernest was 16, he wanted to be
a doctor. He was a quick lad, fond of book
learning, and I'd given hiin the best
chances I could. I never had much my
self, but 1 always meant to give the boys
a fair show. And when the war broke out
my boy was tip North at a medical col
lege.
"My wife was Southern-raised, and
naturally she felt with that side. I didn't
blame her, nor she me, though she knew
I sided with the Xorth. We'd settled,
long before, never to talk about it. Hut
after fighting begun, it was terrible hard
on both of us. Lionel, poor follow, didn't
make it any easier. He was out 'n' out for
the South, as was natural enough, and he
couldn't hide it.
"I had one thing to be thankful for in
these hard limes, and that was this crip
pled hand. Maybe you haven't noticed it.
I'm pretty spry with my left hand now,but
for years after I hurt that one—l caught it
in a 'coon-trap in the fall o' 's9—l couldn't
do much more 'n a baby. As you see, I
can't clinch the fingers, nor straighten 'em
out. And maybe you'll think I'm a
coward, my boy, but many's the time I've
thanked heaven for it. I was in a hard
place. I loved the old flag as well as any
man, but it did seem then as if I could
only have followed it over my "Wife's
broken heart. And I'd have been shot
down before I'd have marched against it.
"1 ean't say now what I'd 'a' done if I'd
been free. I know I had no blame for my
boy, when he wrote that he was wearin'
the blue; his country needed him. and he
felt that he must go. Nor did his mother
blame him. 'though her face —it was a
handsome face once, my boy—seemed to
grow old in a day.
"Lionel was terribly cut up, but after
that first day he never mentioned Ernest's
name. Six months later when the war
was at our very doors, he stood there at
the turn of the road, wearing the gray
uniform, and waved his cap gin>d by. We
never saw him alive again.
"After that, mother crept around about
her work, day after day, scarcely ever
speakin' but with a scared look in her
eyes, as if she was listenin' to some awful
sound. We heard from Lionel,sometime?,
but, after the first letter, there wasn't a
word from Ernest. At last, as we sat on
the porch yonder one evening, a tall man
open the gate. He was ragged and hag
gard looking, and when my wife threw her
arras around his neck and kissed him. I
thought that grief had drove her crazy.
But when he said -mother!' I knew his
voice.
" '1 have come home to die,' he said as
he went indoor. "Forgive me, mother. I
did what I thought was right.'"
"She only held him closer and kissed
him again. It was enough for her to have
her boy near her once more.
"Three weeks later a soldier brought mo
a note from Lionel's captain. The poor
boy was lying dead—killed within a mile
of his home. We buried him here that
evening, and lest than a month afterward
we laid Ernest beside him."
Again the old raau'e voice failed, and I
pressed his hand in silent sympathy.
"Vou see now," he said gently, "why we
can't dwell on those times. The war was
here, with us; and it isn't easy--to forget."
As we turned to leave, I lifted some of
the long sprays which had fallen to the
ground, and in doing so loosened their in
terwining tendrils. The old man touched
my hand with a look of pain.
"Don't,"' he said. "The mother likes to
see 'em grow together."
He clewed the gate, but tunned to look
onco more at the gravestone, with its in
scription showing so clearly in the moon
light.
"Neither shall they learn war any
more," he repeated, slowly. "Bless God
for thet good time coming !My boy, I hope
you may never understand, as I do, how
much that means about evry man sittin'
under his own viue"aud fig tree, with none
to make him afraid. First thing in the
morning and last'at night, I thank God,
most of all for peace and quiet."
I looked around at that peaceful scene
where, but a few years before there had
been strife and bloodshed, aud then at
the gentle old man at my side.
"That time must have been a terrible
one, indeed, for you," I said. "And you
blame no one; you bear no malice."
"No malice, boy," he said, earnestly.
"There were mistakes, no doubt and may
be wrongs on '>oth sides. But there was
blood enough spilt to atone for it all. The
old wounds are healing now, thank God!
and my hand shall never help to tear them
open again."
"Nor mine," I answered as earnestly,
impressed by the solemnity of his manner.
I had plucked a spray from each of the
vines, aud now I twined them closely to
gether and placed them between the tab
lets I carried in my pocket.
"So long as I keep these in my posess
ion," said I, "they will remind me of the
promise I gave you to-night that whatever
influence I have shall be used for peace
everywhere."
He looked at me with moist eyes.
"Then, perhaps," he said, "long after the
old man is laid to rest there," pointing to
the vacant place beyond the graves, "he
may still, through you, be helping that
cause. Thank you, my boy!"
The thowers of many a spring-time have
freshened the grass on the old man's grave,
but the twisted vine sprays, dry and with
ered now, reminders of my promise, lie
before me as I write.
A Traitor's Ending.
John Fiske tells the old story ot" Bene
dict Arnold's treason in ail article of fast
cinatiug interest written for the Atlantic.
What may be new to many readers is Mr.
Fiske's statement that all the family
tradition goes to si ow that the last years
of Benedict. Arnold in London were years
of bitter remorse and self-reproach. The
great name which he had so gallantly won
and so wretchedly lost left him no repose
by night or day. The iron frame, which
had withstood the fatigues of so inauy try
ing battlefields and still more trying
marches through the wilderness broke
down at last under the slow torture of lost
friendships and merited disgrace.
In the last sad days in London, in June,
1801, the family tradition says that Arnold's
mind kept reverting to his old friendship
with Washington. He had always caroful
ly preserved the American uniform which
he wore on the day when he made his
escape to the Vulture; and now as broken
in spirit and wearv ol life, he felt the last
momenta coming,he called for this uniform
and put it on, and decorated himself with
the epaulettes and swordknot which Wash
ington had given him after the victory of
Saratoga. "Let me die," said he. "in this
old uniform in which 1 fought my battles.
May God forgive mo for ever putting on
any other."
—lf you are offered a bottle of Salvation
Oil, without wrapper, or mutilated or
defaced, don't buy it at any price, you may
be sure that there is something wrong—it
may he o worthless or dangerous counter
feit. Insist upon getting a perfect, un
broken, genuine package.in a yellow wrap
per.
Try it. It will cure you. Dr. Bull's
Cough Syrup. All dealers keep it. Price
25 cents.
—Simon Douglas, a farmer of Appling
county, Ua., hail a reuntikable experience
the day before Christmas. Ho was passing
through the woods when he noticed two
large bucks engaged in fighting, as he sup
posed, but as he approached them he dis
covered that they were hung together,their
horns being completely locked, lie had
nothing but an ax with him, but with t!:at
he succeeded in killing both the bucks.
They were large ones, weighing over '2OO
pounds each.
—l)r. Fenner's Golden Relief is warrant
ed to relieve toothache, headache, neural
gia, or any other pain in \i to 8 minutes.
Also bruises, wonuds, wire cuts, swellings,
bites burns, summer complaints, colic,
talso in horses), diarrha-a, dysentery anil
flux. If satisfaction not given money
returned.
A verdant gentleman whose correspon
dence is limited received a letter upon the
the envelope of which was the convention
al business card. "After five days return
to S." The epistle was carefully per
used and preserved until the expiration of
the alloted live days when it was returned
to the writer.
Large bodies move slowly, except
when they fall on the ice.
Recollections of Butler; or Fifty Years
Ago.
(Continue/!.)
DAVID DOI'OAL.
lit speaking of Mr. Dougal'* lot* and the
former buildings upon them we occasion
ally referred to some of hi* particular traits
of character, bat as to hi* general charac
ter. his extensive earning, ami his per
sonal appearance, but little has yet lieen
said. That he was a very eccentric man. a
very odd man. all who ever saw him or
were in his company well know. But that
he was an impure man in mind or body is
certainly not correct. True he ignored all
modern ways and modes of life and was re
markably independent in thought and
action. His style of dress was not of the
latest cat or fashion and in this he was
peculiar. For instance; he never wore but
one suspender to uphold his pantaloons,
but this one was so thrown over one
shoulder and crossed in such a way as to
answer the purpose of a pair. He never
wore the common linen shirt, with ironed
bosom and so forth, but instead a plain
cu&rte muslin one, opened in front and at
collar generally. He never used a neck
tie of any kind. His shoes were generally
nntied. His coat and vest were off in ihe
Buiuiuui. Iu lUia cuutliUuu lie Would sli
before his office in pleasant weather and
passers by who knew him wonld be rare to
stop and converse with him, or to hear hiin
talk. For Mr. Dougal was a philosopher,
bearing the same relation to Butler it
might be said that Plato bore to Athens
in his day. And had Mr. Dougal opened a
school as Plato did, in some pleasant
garden or academy, he might have gather
ed around him as many students as did the
Athenian philosopher. But Mr. Dougal
taught upon the street, always to attentive
listeners. His conversational powers were
good, his manner of speech delibeiate aud
dignified. His subjects were history, gen
eral and local, geography, geology, the
winds, the storms, astronomy in general
and the North star in particular. Mr.
Dougal was considerable of a star gazer,
and often at night might be seen studying
the stars. His knowledge of astronomy
was extensive and his discourse upon that
as well as npen most all sciences was
entertaining.
Mr. Dougal was also of an inventive turn
of mind. For a long time he endeavored to
invent or perfect the so-called "perpetual
motion," and for this purpose had collected
in his office a number of small pieces of
pine wood and other material, from which
he sought to construct a machine with a
pendulum, which be tried to make vibrate,
after the manner of a clock. But after
repeated efforts aud long and patient work
he bad to abandon his ambition to dis
cover a perpetual motion.
Mr. Dougal was also tond of music. He
kept a violin, or so-called fiddle, upon
which he often amused himself, generally
at night. About 1870, he attempted to set
to the music of his fiddle any pleasant
piece of poetry that came under his eye,
and for that purpose on one occasion he
brcught to the writer of this some poetry
he was practicing upon and desired to have
it published.
Mr. Dougal had a great fear of fire.
Whether this lear arose from the fire tb*t
swept away some of bis houses we do not
know, but after that be had a great dread
of the man or boy who came about bis
premises lighting matches or cigars. It is
told of him that upon one of bis visitß to
Pittsburgh he heard by night the fire bells
of the city ringing, and this so alarmed
him that he arose from his bed, hastily
dressed himself and started for his home
here on foot in the darkness of the night.
While Mr. Dougal had other peculiar
traits, yet he was in its early days a very
useful citizen to Butler, doing most of the
early surveying, buying and selling many
of its lots, and always selling on easy
terms to all.
In person Mr. Dougal wan tall and erect,
taller perhaps than any of the large men
coining here with him, but not so heavy or
strong an some of them. He walked erect
and straight, and when ho moved abont he
moved like a monarch, always grave,
serious and dignified in bearing. His com
plexion was rather fair, and in his youth
the color of bis bair must also have been
light or brown. His eyes were hazel. His
teeth remained with him and good to the
end, a remarkable thing for a man of so
great an age. As stated, he died Novem
ber 8, 1881. Upon a photograph before us
of him, taken August 26, 1873, is written,
from information from himself,
that he was born September 23, 1778. This
would make his age at death 103 years, 1
month and 15 days. This photograph of
him van made through Judge Wilson Mc-
Candless on his last visit to this place, and
iu it Mr. Dougal is represented in a sitting
position and Judge McCandless standing
by his side, looking down upon him with
great regard. As stated, about a year be
fore bis death he went out to a farm he had
east of Butler 2 or 3 miles, and lived with
bis German tenants upon it until he died.
In his will he gave this farm to the people
who last cared for him. He was buried
near by iu the German Lutheran Church
grave yard there, and u monument marks
the place where he was laid. Christian
ministers visited liiin iu his last days and
we are told he died in the full faith of the
Christian religion.
lIEWOLFH—POTTS BQUAHK.
In taking up this square next after last
Dougal lot spoken of, we are following the
original plan oi lots of Butler, which cross
ed the street at No. 24, and made the old
DeWolfe lot, now Doctor Ralph and others,
Xo. 25.
The late Dr. H. C. DeWolfe we supposo
was known to but few of our present citi
zens. While among the early yet he was
not one of the first comers. Ho was one
of tho early physicians and came
as wo understood, from the ankee
State of Ithode Island. He built and own
ed the brick house of which a part was torn
away only last summer, by Dr. J. P.
Balph, and upon the bite of which Mr.
Balpb has now his fine now brick drug
store and residence. The other part, own
ed by Dr. Waldron, and in front room jf
which is now a moat market, yet stands,
and the two parts composed the old Dr.
DeWolfe residence. The first office of
present Savings Bank was in the room now
used as a meat market. At the lower end
and attached to Dr. DeWolfe's residence
was a sinal 1 brick used as his office. In it
were his medicines, and the jars he had
there, filled with medicinal liquids of
bright colors, exceeded in number any
Doctor's office in tho town then or at the
present day. They were nicely arranged
in rows around tho room and attracted the
attention of all passers by. The Doctor
also had a huge mortar and pestle in which
he ground and compounded his medicines,
making a noise sometimes that could be
heard at some distance on the street.
Where thi* office stood now stands the
barber shop of our present prosperous and
fashionable barber, Mr. Kit-hard Hughes,
Jr.
Or. Henry DeWolfe was a
prominent man as well as a physician, tak
ing an active part in the atfairs of the
town, 50 years ago. He was at all times
: an exceedingly well dressed man, wearing
I ruffles on his shirt bosoui and ruffled cuffs
lon his wrists. These bosom rufflea were
large, showy and waving, and when added
to white pants and vest, which he usually
wore iu summer, made him, perhaps, the
most fashionably dressed man in the town.
He always rode a fleet horse on which to
visit his patients, and took pride in telling
of the feats of his horse, on one occasion in
particular in which it kept in advance or beat
a rain storm to town when he was return
ing home from a visit to a country patient.
He had a large practice and was much ot'
a gentleman in all respects. He died about
1554. One of his sons. Dr. Ten sard R. De-
Wolte.is also deceased 1868. The other Mr.
Champion DeWolfc. Jr., is yet living. The
late W illiaiu Timblin, Esq., a prominent
and able lawyer in his time, was a son-in
law. Mr. Timblin. we believe, lived and
had his office in the old DeWolfe house for
a time before bis death, which happened
in 1856. Dr. DeWolfe owned but this one
lot of this square, the other two being
known as the Potts lots, 50 years ago.
POTTB' LOTS.
The lots where now stand the Eenno,
Frank, Krag and Heineman buildings were
owned by the late John Potts, Sr., who
was one of the early comers to and enter
prising citizens of Butler- "Where Renno
building now is was a small frame built for
a postoffice by, we thiak, yie Uu> Mr.
David A. Agnew, who became postmaster
in 1845. Tts gable end was to the street,
with a recess or porch in front. After Mr.
Agnew s time it was used for various pur
poses until present building were erected.
A barber shop stood next to it, occupied
for a long time by the late Major Richard
Hnghea, father of present Richard and
Samuel G. Hughes. This.was about where
the present Frank drug store stands.
Next to this was the well knowtr office
of the late Robert Carnahan, Esq., who was
a Justice of the Peace in the town lor
many years,elected first in 1840, and doing
much of the business in that line. His
widow, a daughter of Mr. Potto is yet living
at the age of 86 and is said to be the oldest
I citizen living who was born in the then
town. Where the Esquire Carnthan office
stood now stands the Krug meat shop.
Next to this and where now stands the
newly erected and fine brick store house
of Mr. Henry C. Heineman, stood the resi
dence of Mr. Potts. It was a log-framed
honse, only removed last summer, and said
to have been one of the very oldest of the
old houses of the town. On the corner
where is the large Heineman brick stood a
frame one of Mr. Potts, used as a store
room within our recollection. When
Daniel Heineman, father of present Henry
C., came to this place, 1842, he purchased
this comer lot, and in 1849 erected the two
storied brick, which a lew years ago was
raised to three stories by Mr. H. C. Heine
man. It was first used by them as a
restaurant or general refreshment stand.
The !ate Dr. Isaiah McJunkiu bad his
office in part oi it between the fifties and
sixties. Part is now occupied for mer
cantile purposes and Mr. H. C. Heineman
has his residence in part. The present
block of two brick buildings is now one of
the largest and finest in the town.
Of the elder John Potto we have but a
slight recollection. He died between the
thirties and forties. He had been a post
master of the town and was at one time a
member of the Legislature. Of his sons,
George, John, James and Wilson K. Potto,
but one, James, is now living, and who
resides at present in Johnstown, Pa. He
was postmaster of the town at one time.
George died a few years ago at Altoona,
Pa., to where ho had removed and lived.
He was a member of the Legislature, for
or about the year 1836. John, Jr., who
owned or lived upon the farm on top of hill
north of town, Mercer road, died some
year? ago. This farm is same now owned
by Mr. Charles Duffy. Wilson K. Potto,
the youngest son, died also here aboat 15
years ago. He at one time owned a part
of the Potts lot. He will be remembered
by some yet living as a very active man in
the political affairs of the town and oounty.
Jan. 31, 1891. J. H. N.
(To be continued.)
—John Wanamaker pays Ifanley Gillam
SIO,OOO per year to look after his adver
tising. Mr. Wanamaker gets SB,OOO per
year as Postmaster General.
—"You were pretty badly in debt when
I saw you last," siid a politician to one
his constituents. "Are you meeting your
notes nowt" "I should say so," was the
reply. ' I can't turn a comer without
meeting one of them."
What is believed to be the largest
wheel in the world was recently made at
the Dickson Works, in Scranton. It is 54
feet in diameter, and weighs 400,000
pounds.
—ltch on human and horses ana all ani
mals cured in 30 minutes by Woolford's
Sanitary Lotion. This never fails. Sold
by J C Redick, druggist, Butler.
—A certain old lady is quoted as saving:
"In her young days the girls wore one,
buttoned gloves, and dresses buttoned up
to their neck. Xow they wearone-button
dresses, and gloves buttoned up to the
neck."
—Rough shoes on horses at this seaßou
will save broken limbs and loss of time.
It is erael to compel a horse to ase smooth
shoes when the ground isfroien.
The bees need looking after if the
weather continues cold. It may be nec
essary to remove the hives to the cellar,
or give them some protection.
The largest county Is the United
States is Custer County, in Montana,
which contains 36,000 square miles, being
larger in extent than the states of Ver
mont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Dela
ware and Rhode Island.
—A small boy from the country express
ed amazement that there were no shutters
on the windows ol the Main street stores
at night,and wanted to know who watched
the. His uncle answered; "The police
men." Then the boy wanted to know:
"Who watches the policeman?"
—Brook trout fry will soom be ready for
distribution from the Pennsylvania State
Hatcheries, at Allentown and Corry. Two
thousand fry will be sent free of expense to
each applicant. Application may be made
to L. Streuber, Erie, the commissioner in
this portion of the State.
—Persons who bite their nails might be
cured of the habit if they could ever keep
[ before them that the fact that in the de
posit under the nails in an aggregation of
horrible things which includes a full line of
micrococci (30 kinds), 18 different designs
of bacilli, and several sarcenw and mold
spores, also assorted. All of these terrible
things are said to be death dealing.
—Beebe, the Down- East weather sharp
who won the fame by predicting the great
blizzard of March, 1888, several months
prior to that date, says the worst storm of
the season will visit this counUy between
the Ist and 15th of February. There will
be snow out of all reason or precedent.
People will put in their time digging their
way out of the drifts in order to get to the
polls for the spring election.
Athletic young ladies are ooming to
the front again, and muacular development
is quite the rage among fashionable girls*
This has a very threatening aspect.