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>ii<b-d. we wti"
L>ie«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 <or
X stote.
If you are sick and need mtdic ne
you want tb<* BEST. This you cat>
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 <ie-
JiL- ~ Tnatkncroflb*
wd one of
"~jf (.' tbw oho pr<l«
f J A themselves that
fl /* Mtkhf wltk
them ia a l«n>7
rather than a habit and can he stopped
at any moment. New Year's <imy had
dawned au.picioualy for the *., a.re: the
old year had proved an eveeed-.igiv
profitable one and the new .«»e bid fair
to be. so the jovial justice was ia »n
amiable frame of mind a»he went along
nodding and chatting to the passenby.
with a pmd word for everyt>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.
Pauline (half awake>— Lige! Lige!
Wake np! Yo's snorin' loud "noogh w
, «~akc dc uogbbors, aw yo* isl—'lruUk.
mm
y - -4. y „ t 3mmt
W<tk rife tar the fkr t»t mr
r-i reafm sr.: jmmm. tor ■*** sr.it ■Ml—.
laa Use eiarf *»• v f w
I J»n. o mrkt. a» *e mam I rmm—
<mtM n~m « ua usi ae -
Opm nar teewts to tke amni t —sg fmm.
< t so roar Mis ta sar ; i n ufc.. p
~Wa»Jerf i! tkat. fc>3# > 4*4
■»f- IW •J.apaa**.
Wttk arm urw (or vkkac. the »aa*4 Me «sm%
ska : speeil.l-.- «sJ fomr «fc
Tie twa-jer sda>: t Be;,ja aljMaa.
Umki *a*U Be ise* at nasf
*k» i>e sto«er kse »t— t wag
"9sek ira res ss sever wn« staag «e slaa^
Shall , one '.a the valttag !w*ts,
%am trmm MI -wn. evwd
, ska.: itraaue sa4 kl«n» -as aoJs
tKwMfkte a> krsve ■»— -■ «r*rvtag
Tte pertaal !Mt of pasjeaa aa i n
Ssati nfat i masia mf ana
"A «*»-. 'J rmm wrn. Ike ike ittae tapaeksA
tr a swrc tec tke r *"i «• u isndl
Ttea ti!t yna- »ks all kaoa. • aiai
Ta ar. tae 4 .a* aew-er sasat
ta #»ae: a1..-e-aaae aaa-n aol
O. en*H c'ssy Samle wtta aae
■e'?. I kraT »e tke Heat ft .SUtag
or ptoaauw aa4 pi I'lpa V y "
Tkie ar -< iva oa ary ears eke* iaaa
I keae4 :ke k-Ue ot ..ae
I Jars net «aj. see 4e>r.
T>a« llaa tte Wurlka «na awtfj.
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 <w s aai
Te Jraua of iWr aad 0a« ■♦■mat
Bail. 'km. aa kta wkeee sS|g ans* ae
tlanilM or base fraa ara aea
Sail ktai ctadSr. O eerM. aad kr'sg
Year |Mfr af %.tk as tks ae« . 1 nassgMna*
W»ik «a*»r fret ». ike ywer vara*.
Waik Ir S.. grmale»i< tr sailer
Seek tke rl-aai ta Ike dna »f*e
Of MB a*- -est aaO. af Us arl«kses< scar'
Wi-a ion anJ IMtk. »»-..» -Jke lal aaUs klais
Baa kic :kle latest rki:a e* ttaae
rtsurn risar
A FEW RESOt-UTIOWS.
Naks Tk«a kf all kes»* Sea naa*l Ta**
Tsar Olfl INesf ft.
H'so' re- That yon will .aad aa
riffut *nd nobie life.
As yr-a win pr mptlr break this pe«v
lution it will ease any of «><a
srience you may have at breaking any
others.
Kekilre: That yon will speak an«k
inr bilt rood of yoar frienda.
In this way you will be *M« to leark
«ery shortly bow very few fnenda jsa
I have.
Resolve: That yon will »a»tr dr.ak
•gain.
Then for a couple of weeks /oa --aa
tell yonr frienda that roa break your
good resolution merety to -iriak with
then, and they wilt feel eery, wwrj
happy.
Resolve: Not to marry.
If married already, p'int to this res*
lution at the end of the year with pruie
If a feroa'e (which is to he l»f' d sa
are not ', tel! all the aen about It.
Resolve: That fort will be pruai.-nf
and economu al dnrinir the entire year.
If you are not all wili be well, fie
you will probably have to *— nr ia »
neat year to make ny (or It.
Reaoirs. Not to tall your gtrl at fame
New Year's resointbma.
She ia probably a trusting yowng
thinr aa.) it will read her heart to !e-in
that, after all. roai are tut actually ti>
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, <iid you. T-tansr*"
»Ya. I always gfre Saaie a present
on her bir*hday. 'cause m ne ooßßea a
week after hasrs." Boston Cloka
Grees TlkwagllUesaaaeas.
Angelina Papa's •» r«»T
large, hut he spends a goa*! deal
Edwin It's too baM.l. isn't «? He
seems to forget that his aauoey rretiy
belongs to as'—Truth.
Um *t«ee kaeaL
Willis—So yoar h.red girl left rallMß
—BII r*--"r I* there anrtiung uimb
lag"
Wallace —Yes, the keroßßß* ••s*.—
SM a Tkßar.
Mrs. (Vadds— That new -mnißUr aaaTt
much • n 1 Mtii', in io*
Mrs. C^bb—N.x I guess k* wife «■ •
pnrty g>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