VOL. XXX. PBNN'A White-Sand Oil Co. [A. STEELSMITH, Manager, Butler, Fa.] Dealers in Illuminating, Lubricating, Cylinder and Dynamo Oils—all free from Lima Oil. This Oil is made and handled by Independent Producers not con nected with the Standard Oil Co., as reported. All orders will be promptly filled. Warehouse in rear of Nicho las & Hewitt's planing mill, near West Penn depot, Butler, Pa. Refinery at Coraopolis, Pa., near P. & L. E. R. R. This oil can be secured at McCrea's Feed Store on E. Jefferson St. TWWT IWI j I I cause we have the finest and most reliable drug store in this part of the State that you have to pay more for your medicines. We dispense only Pure and Fresh Drugs at all times and at reasonable prices. WULLER'S MODEL PHARMACY, 229 Centre Ave., South Side, Butler, Pa. Reduced Prices oisr Clothing. For the next sixty days we will sell our large stock of clothing at greatly reduced prices. Men's suits worth S2O will go for sl6, " " " $lB " " " sl4, % And Boy's suits at the same reduction. We are now ready with our Fall and Winter Footwear. Give us a call and see our goods, and O 7 get our prices before purchasing else where. R. Barnhart & Son, General Merchants. Connoquenessing P. 0„ Petersville, Pa. The Best Place To get vour Fall and Winter outfit of DRES", GOODS, CLOAKS, UNDER WEAR FLANNELS, BLANKETS, YARNS, HOSIERY, GLOVES, COR SETS, etc., is at routman's 1 ' They keep the largest stock, best goods and, above all, the lowest prices. CARPET, OIL CLOTHS, RUGS, LACE CURTAINS, PORTIERS, CURTAIN POLES, WIN DOW SHADES: We can sell you the above named woods cheaper than you can get them elsewhere A. TROUTMAN & SON., The leading Dry Goods and Carpet House, Butler, Pa. Select Your Holiday Presents from this List: , RINGS, T i\ TYIOYIfIQ J EAR-RINGS, uiamonas < SCARF PINS, 'STUDS, f GENTS GOLD, \XI \ LADIES GOLD, f T ICO (GENTS SILVER LADIES CH A TLA IN, -Tp"Wplt*V J P" 18 ' *'ar-rings, J \ Rings. Chains, Bracelets, Etc> | Tea sets, castors, butter dishes ftll "S an( * everything that can be kJll VLiv>dic ( lbund in a g rßt clajsS Btore RODGER BROS. 1847 {SSWT"* 8poon8 " E. GRIEB, THE JEWELER Mo. 139, Morth Main St, BTJTLEB, PA., Job Work of all kind done at the "Citizen Office." THE BUTLER CITIZEN. Mr a. Mary £. O'Fallon. of Plqos, 0., *ay§ tb* Phy elcimne are Astonished, asd look at her like one Raised fronMhe Dead Long and Terrible Illness from Blood Poisoning Completely Cured by Hood.'a Snraapa villa. Mri. Mary E. O'Fallon, a very Intelligent lady of Plqua, Ohio, was poisoned while as sisting physicians at an autopsy 5 years ago, and soon terrible alcere broke out on her head, arms, tongue and throat. Her hair all came out. She weighed but 78 los., and law no prospect of help. At last she began to take Hood's Sarsaparill* and at once Im proved ; could soon get out of bed and walk. She lay* : " I became perfectly cured by Hood's Sarsaparilla and am now a well woman. I weigh 1281b*., eat well and do the work for a large family. My cane seems a wonderful recovery and physicians look at me In astonishment, as almost Ilka r«i«d fi ii the 4ca4. n Hooo'S PILLS •>« m ««tr family ■edlelne chest. Once used, always preferred. Salt River Sale. A» I bave been elected to go up "Salt River" it will be necessary for me to elo»e out my stock before leav ing. as I do not suppose there will be any use io my takiDg it along. 1 have laid in a very large Mock of clothing for men, boy? and ebildren eonsistv of o'costs suits. pants,o'alls. shirts of every description, ha»s, caps gloves, collar*. cufls. ties, bandker chiefs, mufflers, hosiery, brushes, combs, pocket nnd bill books unt brellas. and on immense stock o< jewelry,ladiea and geDts gold ai>d sil verwatches, cbaina aod cbarma, spec, taclee, collars arid cuffs, buttons, luce Htid'acarf pins and over 1000 pl»in and set riuge, each end every article suitable for a Christmas gift. Well, tbe country is safe in spite of election. Tbank-giviog dinners and the cold snap that's sure to follow because Heck in on Deck with the largest line of Holiday'a goods to select from Our customers will God that tbc good old days are once more here in effec> if not in deed All can now bt bappv by dealing at tbe old reiiablt bouse of D. A. Heck. Now kind friends while some business men are offering 50 and 10" per cent disc- unts, we can bet do n we try to be just,as well as generou wp sell our goods so low tbey cannot be Bold any lower, that is why w» bave not got rich, bat as is our nsu«' . iibtouj we «re to giv* , every customer Curing the Holidm a beautiful souvenir. Show ua tb« man who Haid there in always root at tbe top Leading the trade, stand OR high atove all competition. w< find tbe crowd is still wttb us Ye *e crv fur more.our stock is •ur bargains uuu>iiie«se you oiite ID qunntisy, tw ce it quality aud three times in prio t'oDie everybody sod lor ouce i >our lile nee what quality. qoautii> and style really wean Wishing you a Merry Christina »nd a Happy New War I remaio as ever yi'ur humble servant D. .A. HECK, Champion ClotLier, Hatter una Furnisher, 121 N. Main St., Butler. m DRUGS HI LOW I PRICES ia tbe motto at always depend upon getting from us as we use nothing but strietly Pun Drags iu our Prescription Depart mem. You can get the best of every thing in the drug line trom us. Our store is also headquarters fot PAINTS, OILS, VARNISHES, Katomine, Alabastine k Get our prices before joo buy Paints, and fee what we have to • ffer. We can save you dollars on your paint bill. Respectfullv J. C. REDICK, Main St., next to Hotel Lowry, BUTLEH, PA. -o;o- IT IS A PLEASURE TO WEAR GA R MENTS THAT ARE CORRECT LY DESIGNED AND PERFECT FITTING. -0:0- THIS SATISFAC TION YOU CAN DEPEND ON SHOULD YOU BOOK YOUR ORDER AT Aland's. I arge Display 'of {Handsome Fabrics for FALL AND WINTER. BUTLER, FRIDAY, DECEMBER :iO. 181)2. CRUTCHY. ▲ Story of Two Now Yeara BT KVA BEST. PC Y my last paper, "m?" has the tremu lous quaver of the professional mendicant, and moves me not a whit. They are all alike with their stdck in trade, theii whines, the i t ful endeavors tc work upon one's sympathies; and I move on through the darkening twi light of a bitterly cold New Year's eve, until the sound of a persistent "stump, stump," beside me, and the sight of a pair of eyes, hollow, yet radiant, light ed suddenly into starry reflectors by the coming of their owner into the glare of an electric lamp, cause me to stop at once. It is a girl, I perceive; a girl upon crutches. Uer rags are mar.ifest, her cloak a farce; a tattered bit of scarlet wool is wound about hei head, and in each naked, red hand is grasped the cross-piece of a rude crutch. ! -I»u.v my las', paper, 'm? All nboutr but what she says chills me more th"« the biting night winds. From her blue, childish lips comes a glib enumeration of crimes no child should know—crimes from which a seasoned sinner might well recoil—intelligence of most Sa tanic nature—and yet I feel that her own utterances touch herself no more for harm than do the foul waters th» waxen petals of the lilies they up bear "Who are you, child?" I ask. "Crutchy. Won't you buy my last paper?" "Yes; but that's not enough. I—I—" stammering, because I feel that I am "WON'T YOU BUY MY I-AST PAP£R?" about to do one of those very foolish, impulsive things imputed me by my little world at large—"l should like to buy yon." "Me?" "Yes. Are you for sale, Crutchy?" "Not reg'lerly acrost a counter, 'm,' rejoins Crutchy, in quick response tc the suspicion of drollery in my mood. "It's you as "u'd be sold, 'm, if you wa» to buy me. I'd go dirt cheap, though, and tcillin'." "It's a bargain," I laugh, and down the brilliant street we tramp together. "He'll be glad if I never come back,' vouchsafed my new possession. "H« bates me Men alius hates women, doesn't they?" 1 glance down at Crutchy in surprise. But the surprise vanishes as I note tht child is older than I thought—a great girl. in fact, but not in stature. "Who is 'he,' Crutchy? The clerk tc whom I must render payment for tnj new purchase?" "He's gran'dad; but he can't sell me "Bides"—and the starry eyes close suftl ciently to twinkle —"he'd be too drunl to make changel" I am already glad that I have bar gained for Crutchy. My intuition never fails me, however mad, at times, my impulses seem. I like my new little bundle of ready responses; but how about Keith? Keith laughs when, at home at last, I tell hira what I've done; calls me all sorts of fond, nonsensical names, and, a little later, leaves me with my "odd idea," to go to the club. "You'll not stay long, Keith?" 1 ask. "Can't promise, dear, really. There are a lot of fellows of the legion to be on hand to-night—" "Of the legion, Keith—that old Pa risia'i mob?" "Ha! ha!—'mob'l You're not jealous of the legion, are you, little woman?" I am. But pride will not allow me to be candid. Let him £ J to his legion—am I not his first thought, for all those gay Bohemians? "Cantholi has a new idea"—all things, to Keith, are, in seme sort, "ideas"— and he means to parade it. "Big canvas —weird subject—'Ring of Death,' or something of the sort." "I like vour stvle so much better, Keith." "What—'The willows green, the peb bles white, the stream a line of glim mering light'?" "For shame. Keith! Where did you find that, you—" "On the floor. DebrU from your desk, I presume. Allow me to continue; •The low hills wrapped in purple mist; ...v wiuutuu me sun has , kissed— [ "Keith! Keith! On *o your legion are you utterly without heart?" , "She asks me that who captured it! Oh. come, little woman, the rhymes are not so bad. I've heard worse." Keith sleeps so late next morning that I have time to make a pilgrimage to a bazar where ready-made clothing is obtainable, return with divers pack ages. and trick out the flotsam washed to me by destiny's waves from the ocean of life.before my husband makes his ap pearance. As he enters the room I call Crutchy and formally introduce to her my lord and master. She lifts her great, bright eyes, and, it would seem, takes his measure at a glance. My senses being keen, I feel instinctively that Keith does not impress her as I have hoped—as I have been sure—he would. As if to find an answer to my unformed question in his face, I look at Keith. God help me!—the answer is there— speaking from the dull, bleared eyes, from the lax, unsteady lips, from the red, bloated cheeks, from the breath— but let what I have named suffice! "Odd little beast—comic—make good mr-lel!" "Keith.''' But the eyes have closed before my cry is ended. With a moan I turn and kneel before Crutchy, her arms around me. my head pillowed upon her hollow ■ little breast. From whence GUM *JI«FE-MT*!torious •aflucnce that brought together two atoms for mutual good—Crutchy anrt me? In the hours, the days, the weeks that pass, no mother could console me as does this crippled child. The hid eousness of inebriety is no new thing to her. Her face is a barometer. I fall to reading, and confident am I that hope is near if a smile be in the ascendant. It is smiling often of late, for Keith is working pretty hard now upon a new j picture. Crutchy is his model. When his hands are steady the bright eyes grow in radiance, and all their dazzling beauty is caught upon the canvas; when they tremble and lose their cun ning then Crutchy comes to me, and there's nothing 1 can do but bless my little New Year's gift. My small inheritance Is all gone— Keith's money nearly so, and shorter commons than those to which we've either one of us been ever used, is quite the order of our present day. Our last domestic takes her leave, and Crutchy and I vie with each other in the culina ry art. "Rice is cheap eatin', and a slice o' toast. Tea's too excitin' to the nerves "And depressing to the purse, eh, Crutchy?" The picture is finished. Keith takes It to the exhibition and comes home elate. It is accepted and will be "put upon the line." The demon of strong drink had not been seen for weeks. Crutchy's face is aglow with happiness, and I am coming to my old, gay self, much as a storm-blown vessel rights herself upon a calming sea. "Our idea" is the center of attraction in the gTeat art exhibition. Crutchy's pictured eyes go to the heart of a cer tain dealer. Keith, though offered a pretty penny, holds to a fixed price, and one night fetches the great sum home with him. "My little woman shall have her old servants back again; and Crutohy shall have her wheeled chair!" cries Keith, flourishing a fistful of bills. Full of our joy, we women indulge in a little dissipation; steaming coffee, and such chops as Keith affects, are set upon our lately frugal board. "And what color shall be the uphol stering of the wheeled chair. Crutch kins?" asks our hero, helping himself to another juicy chop. "I must sleep on that," says Crutchy, the quaint. "On the color of the chair? Ha! ha! Well, little woman, it's not everybody that has so many thousands in the house overnight—indeed, it isn't the safest thing imaginable to thus entertain this sort of visitor— did outsiders but know of it! Iloweflr, I've been carefully mum, and we're comparatively safe. I'll THEY HEAD THE MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD. put it—all save this flver—ln the desk 1 upstairs, and to-morrow I'll bank it, bright and early. And now 1 must leave you. Promised to meet my benevolent patron at the club, and talk over a new idea." "Ke—" but I close my lips in time. I should be a criminal to suggest such an awful possibility as has flown like a devil into my brain. "Good-by, old boy, aud don't stay too long away, for Crutchy and I are a slim battalion to cope with any burglarizing foe." I'jsjfj Atsibt my j hand touched an empty pillow. Keith does not come home. The morning dawns. Crutchy cruwls downstairs, looking white and haggan': evidently she has slept as little as have I. At noon we hear the stopping of a vehicle; my husband is brought home. Wc pay the men for their services, and turn to face our grief. The money has been too much for him—his flattering friends too seductive; we see it all, Crutchy and I, and sit there, silent«in our anguish. Next morning Keith tells the story that we, being women, intuitively know. He gropes his way upstairs, sober, sad, suffering, and has not had time to more than cross the room when —may (leaven save me from ever again hearing the sound I now hear—there comes a shriek that resembles the cry of a lost souL I rush up the stairs, while Crutchy follows slowly. "It's gone! The money's gone! I'm robbed!—l'm robbed!" I fall upon a chair, stunned; nor do I seem to awaken from my stupor for hours and hours. Officers of the law, detectives, all who can aid In the search, eome and go—a baffled lot. The monej is not to be found, nor any trace of it. But the shock and my apathy arouse my husband. Like one touched by a powerful battery, he springs into new life, and swears, by all that he holds holy and dear, to b- _ June with strong drink. And I know that he means it. Bat Crutchy grows thinner as the dav- shorten; and when th« sun enter* Übrt, i feel that the trail len«iu«ul will hold her but a little while longer. She feels it, too, and, nestling close, tells me of her gratitude. '"I couldn't do much for you, dearie," thus she pet-names me, "but what 1 could, I did. And when I die—" "O, Crutchie," I wail. "I want you to promise me to pul something in my hand. I hope I'll livt till New Year's, dearie, 'cause somehow it 'u'd mean more then. If I die afore, and it ain't too long, keep me till New Years, dearie, if you can." I scarcely hear, so great is my grief) but recollect, afterward, what I now promise her. "And, then, the last thing, dearie, open my Grimm's Fairy Tales, and jju'U find something that I've wrot« there." She lives until New Year's ere. I al low no hands but mine to touch th« dear, misshapen body, but place it, my self, reverently to rest. With choking sobs I bid Keith fetcV the book she loved so well; and, as ht goes to do my bidding, I place the satir bag she asked for in her nervclesi hands. Keith comes to me, at last, and to gether we open the message from the dead, and read: "DBAft ANGLE UPON KKTH. I stoled the mon ny. Youl And It In the Sattt-n bug I toled you t< putt In my Hand. I stoled It cause I was frad< your husben would kill hisself with so muct moony to spend fer drink. I was goan to kep« It til new years and then giv it back and makt him promuss to do Right take It Now and tell him how it was. god bless you bothe. "from "CKCTCHT." What Shi. Wa ted. Agatha Aesthete— If there were onlj something in this mundane world that would solace all these vague yearning*, satisfy one's wildest longings, and til 1 the aching void within! Charlie Replete—What's the matte: with pie?— Truth. A Man'* Olfactorfe*. Little Girl—Papa is tnakin' a awful | fuss sniftin' around the house, and ex aminin' the drain pipes, and everything 1 Mamma— Mercy me! I must have left my ottar of roses uncorked. Hun, get 1 it. —Good News. IT LOOKED THAT WAY. -bLJMBB '. -»• Pup—Hello, dad, what's the matter" You seem put out. —Life. A Fair Idea of It. Jack's father had been describing the Desert of Sahara to him. "Oh, I know what it's like," saic Jack "It's like a great big sea-shor« without any ocean to it."—llarpcr'i Young People. She Ought On. He —Only out three hours, dearest and just seethe duclcs I bagged! Dearest (who is aware of some change of air in the room) —Hut why didn't yov shoot fresh ones?— Judge. ItDD Down. Sim Pathizer—You look run down j old man. Kant Helpit—l am. My creditor! 1 are after me everywhere. Detroit Free Press. Her Form Wn* Her Fortune. She had no fortune, the maiden 1 sought, Twas her beautiful form which drew ine; And thus, though as poor as a mouse, slu brought A tkbsUsoffic tlgure to Be. —UXe. j w Wi - I other year f Hi. torn* its m> ' ' It JBMH r1 to the ekiea . J x .\ \ J 1 Untried. r.pruT«l \ V tefi re t» liee We ball with smile* Its dawninc sray— How shall we owl its final day*" The time for settling up the year's ac count and closing the book of lx? 3 is at hand. We linger over its pages. noting the many showered upon ui from the hand of a merciful Father; s liberal sprinkling of sorrows and mi» takes, many perhaps all rearti ly traceable to ignorant or willful sins for neither of which can we offer the slightest excuse; and the ffolden oppor tunities unheetled, of aidm? our fellow creatures by look, word, deed or ex ample. Hut why should we pause to eonsidei the marred and blurred paßv>of the old year, or the pure, fresh ones of the new? Because only the brute lives for the moment, leading- an existence of disconnected dots. The brute-like man, to whom the past has no stimulus and 1 contains no warning, and the future or invitation, passes the annua! mi' -t without thought, repentance or rejfret. The wise man's life is as a line with a purpose hi it. directed by what lies be- , hind and aiming well at s.>u>e*.hi;ig ' ahead. God's labor is permanent in iit 1 results because it looks before and af- ' tcr. is cumulative, has its solid founda tions and its spires of desire. And it we wish our life work to have any j measure of the firmness and success of the Creator's great works, it must be made, like [lis, to grow with reasona- I blenessoutof the past and look with purpose toward the years to come, j There are no times so appropriate foi ; this wise and linking meditati >n as be ginnings and endings—the close of the 1 year when reason has action, with its , lessons and promptings, behind it. and the start, when purpose has action, all 1 fresh and unsullied, before it. After duly considering the old year let us turn to the new, this volume of three hundred and sixty-five pages, everyone of which wc shall fill with some sort of a record. As we wish it to be a satisfactory one, let us aim tc make the very best of life; remember ing that wc were created in the image of God and that, through His promised strength, we are able to do all things well that may be given us to do. In order to attain such success, however, we must keep, eacii day, the resolutions made at the dawning of the year, and make the very best possible record on that day, thus opening the way for an improvement on the morrow, and so on. The year 1593 will be made memora ble to posterity by the Columbian ex position, in which the nations of the globe unite to celebrate the glorious results achieved through the constant and persistent efforts of one man. Let us not, then, w hile garnering' the wis dom harvested from this great interna tional exhibit, forget the lesson taught by the devotion of Columbus to his life purpose. Having formulated and crystallized our New Year's resolutions, let ever be mindful that, ns Johnson says: •"Hell [tttve i wiU» n»ul«lißHii," and, unless we have resolution enough in our character —good solid resolution, compounded of will and wisdom, and the mixture thoroughly permeated with the grace of God—to lire them, they will only go to improve that pavement which is already kept in very good re pair. We must not anticipate failure, but advance in the assurance that on New Year's day of 1894 we shall be able to review with gratification the individual and collective strides made during I8»3. MAKY M. I'RICE. His Heroic Wife. Mr. Henpeck—l believe I've got the m >st heroic wife in the world. Friend—What did she do? Mr. Henpeck —A burglar came into the house during my absence. My wife didn't scare worth a cent. She received him politely. I saw him. Just as I en tered the house he jumped through the window and made his escape. He was a young fellow and rat'.ier good looking. Friend (who knows her) —No wonder he was scared.—Texas Sittings. No Head for Business. Mose Schaumberg, Jr. Vadcr, a shentlemans vants to know if dot un shrinkable undershirt don't shrink a leedle, anyvay. Mose Schaumburg, Sr.—Does dot shirt fit him? "No; It vas cboost a leedle too pig." "Of course it vill shrink! Vv don't you have some heads for pishness?"— Texas Sittings. Keinr IT i»rancf*. Wife (revisiting the scene of her be trothal) —I remember, Algernon, so well when you proposed to me, how pain fully embarrassed you were. Algernon—Yes, dear; and I remember so well how kind and encouraging you were, and how very easy you made it for me. after all.—Brooklyn Life. Disputed Ownership. "Papa," said little Johnnie, "Johnnie is my name, isn't it?" "Yes. my boy. Why?" "I saw Johnnie Perkins to-day, and he said it was his, and he got real mad 'cause I told him it wasn't, because you'd given it to me." —Harper's Young People. A Tight Squeeie. "I hadn't heard that you'd been ill, Smithson." "Have though; been pretty close to death's door." "Is that so?" "Yes; two doctors in the house at the same time." —Life. A rtau That Failed. Mamma—How did you get scratched so? Little Daughter—l was putting dolly's shoes and stockin's on the kitty. "What for?" "So she couldn't sew a ten." —Good News. No Sr» irtal In It. Larkin (to his wife) —Did you hear of the Rev. Dr. Thirdly s fall? ~ Mrs. Larkin—Dear me, no! What has he done? Larkin—He has fallen heir to fJV.OOO by the death of an uncle.—Truth. Why He Orowled. Mrs. Hi ks —You blow about my dressmaker, but I never say a word about your tailor. Hicks—Good hc-.vens, madam, you don't seem to realise that dressmakers have to be paid.—N. Y. Herald. What Mi* Oh|rctfJ To. Wife—You are altogether too nice about everything. Husband—l thought jou liked fastid ious men? Wife—l do: it's the fusstidioas kind I object to. —Detroit Free Press. Wouldn't Be Safe, Yuu Know. •'I suppose when you marry the Jake you will go at once to Lis lioaa in ..ag lar.c) with him?" "Dear me. no! I wouldn't trust myself away over there with a man I know so litlic about."—Life. A NEW YEAR'S RESOLVE. Whf MuMetoo lM(kl • »«ft f«e lb* Dwttr. gsgbp^ *rr- Bv r L r T ° * •f walked leieare / / Aly down the f ,/»_ I BP'fe'l «reet rnfflmr • fr»fnat Ha> V 17 ttok. The \ .Tr JTj| n)n!r« was a 7 rather than a habit and can he stopped at any moment. New Year's ne. Pr» entiy he met Or. Phi.Hlejfrea.se. "A happy New Year, doctor," bawled the squire, "and many fat rases for yon!" "The same to you," responded the medical man. "and many new suits «a your docket." The squire laughed heartily "Well, this is a k'"»r>ous New Year's morning." said he. "Yea." assented the doctor, "splendid —a first rate morning for rrsulauoo*. ™ The squire shrugged his shoulders. "I never took muck stock in New Year * resolutions—they don't amount to a TOW of pins." "Well. I don't know; look at Charley PnJdlepool—see what resolutions did for him." "How's that?" "Why. thre » years ago he e he-ted to bacco incrwintly. drank like a t'.-h and smoked all the time. Now he ia a total abstainer." "Jnat so." interposed the squire, smilingly. "Yon see he began by reso! via/ to stop chewing on New Year's day He went a year without chewing Then he re.«>lved not to drink, and went a rear withont liquor Last year he concluded to quit smoking, and now he's com pletely cured of the injurious habit. I tc'.l yon there's nothing like beginning the New Year with resolves." "Just so." repeated the squire, cynic ally; * hut anyone can do what Paddle pool did on New Year's or any other day. Now look at me. I smoke from eight to ten cigars every day. not be cause ( am addicted to it. but because t like to. and «an stop at any time. Why. j bless your heart, it's no trick to stop smoking." The doctor looked wise and grinned. "Yoo think not?" "Certainly," said the squire, with con fidence: "no trick at all!" The doctor's smile broadened. "Wei. squire, I'll tell you what I'll do. 1.1 THK BQUTIUt A3D THE DOCTOB. wager yoa a suit of cloth** that rot can't keep for one week a New Yemr i resolve to stop smoking." "Agreed:" exclaimed the sqnire, ex tending' his hand, and, throw In (r away his half-smoked cigar. he went down the street whistling. In the evening while the doetoc wad seated in his comfortable library the squire was ushered in. It was his cus tom to drop orer occasionally to visit his friend and discuss social and busi ness affairs. L'pon this occasion the squire was in his usual good spirits, and came in vigorously chewing a tooth pick. He took a seat opposite the doe tor. Presently the latter lit a cigar which the squire eyed jealously bat said nothing. and soon the two were en gaged in conversation. After awhile the squire rose to go and as he did so. still talking, he took a long, tempting looking cigar from his pocket. He smelled of it approvingly snd then as if recollecting himself put it back. The squire continued talking attentively. IYetty soon out came the cigar aga:n. This time he bit the end off, rolled it between his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He felt in his pocket for a match while the doctor with difficulty refrained from laughing outright. As the squire finished speaking he «truck a light and had taken but two puff* when the .situation dawned upon him. I'he cigar dropped from his lips. The doe tor was in a paroxysm of mirth. "Doc tor." said the squire soberly.as he cloaed the door behind him with a bang, "you'd better step around in the m >rn ing and get measured for that suit." JKA* LA Rnt BCUXKTT. Iltrrrd Oat. Dashaway Hello, old man. what makes you look so sad? Billboard (the tragedian)—A friend of mine who lives in a town in Con necticut has asked me up there to take New Year's dinner with him. and I can't go. Dashaway—Why not? Billboard— l acted there last luonth. —Jury. ' A Nlc». Pleasant saipilss. Wife—l've got a little New Year's surprise for you. my dear. Husband—ls that so? Pray what is it? Wife—l've made you a present of a beautiful sealskin cloak. See how nice ly it fits me?— Cloak Review How ThoM Utrla Love OM Aootkor. Maud—Now. when I am aaked to sing, I never say: "Oh, 1 can't! but I always sit right down at the piano— Mamie—And let the audience find it out for themselves? Yes?— Truth. Hard on the Poor Boy- He—l drank some champagne, jom kn< >w, and after awhile it went to my head. She—That was the only empty place left, I suppose-—Jury. bwMat " t halt a jealous BSD"' »H« said. And vrHeu be learned to treat. Instead. Her follies witH tndul«*at atr. SHE cried BECAUSE A* ti4* t c+rr!" Harry Rotaatae. ta AX VISITOR. 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But Tku I «» W t*a >s«l as oaep Tk- ".»n !s at k< re la «aH) fro*? T"« eea ees eifto et asp viae as she ha»! supposed. Lite. I»S* WIT TO UK. Mr Biilinga—Br—Miss Clara—l have a question I wtmid likm to ask yon. Miss Cooing*—Well? Mr. Billings Don't you think it would be a good idea if—ee—thin arsre the last New Year's eve that ara ooaae lao* single? TW Daa. We re feetla* Mae akoa* tka caia par sew tkia saaa af gall w bu kw picket mu af aeia AaU sake kia Mew Taar aatL TOO sica. k__fe i'L /ST JL "Look here. Jimmy. thta oa* wkt now cram belly aaae'd do for N«e Year's, wonktn't it?" Johnny, doa't: Kisgsrt aM ler"s feelin's." Lifa wax He ilk Little Dot—l saw Tnc'e Toky ta ehur-h. Mamma—Did you? WUat did he have to any? Little Dot—He said: -Abbbb." 8i" News. ralilntuf BeelarseMy •*Sa yoa gare yoar sis«eT a beaatifvl birthdav present, e-alconk heraell—N. Y- Weelily- Litt'e Country Boy—l oo«der throe city children du themaeiees when they »s at fco«*»? latu 1 janirj iiri-Oh, 1 '"I k - " ■ v.-* tiirj* Sat aad th*aka ha*w awn tt ta VO kn Saw U,— NO.B