VOL. XXX. SP SHOBSFOR EVERYBODY. An immense exhibit of spring shoes. All YOUR FEET CAN BE the latest shades in tan goat and Russia FITTED WITH calf, newest tips and styles of lasts We HUSELTON'S SHOES. show everything in the line. Footwear worth the having—but no iraab. LADIES' FINE SHOE*. Never have ebown to our customers BO many new and beautiful styles M we are showing this spring, we are drawiug customers every day by the power of low prices backed with good quality. There is nothing in a low price unless the quality is back of it. LADIES' FINE SHOES. All tbe styles worth having have found there way to our house Ladies' fine shoes from 85 cts to $4 50. Don't forget to see our shoes at $1 00, $1 25, $1.40, $1 50 and $2.00, tip or plain toe,common sense opera or Phil'a. last. MISSES' AND CHILDREN'S FINE SHOES. We are showing a beautiful line in tan goat and Russia calf, heel and spring They combine beauty, service and low prices Misses' shoes at 80 cts. no Fine doogola patent tip spring heel. 12 2 only $1 00 Misses' and children's oxfords all colors Infants soft sole shoes iu colors Children s shoes 25 cts. to 50 c;s. MEN'S FINE SHOES. Xew attractions in high grade goods of the latest make, sound in quality, they are straight square bargains every one of them and at a close price. Men's broganß only 70 cts and SI.OO Men's Que shoes with tip at SI.OO and $1.25 Men's fine shoes extra nice at only £1 ;>0 Men's fine shoes genuine calf fine only $2 00 In lace and congress tip or plain, theu our lau bluchers »Dd patmt calf ute beauties, gocdvear welts uud bund sewed in calf and cordovan at $2 50 and up IN BOY'S AND YOTJTH'S SHOES We lead at usual in style quality and l. w prices Boy's fine button or lace at $1 00 and $1 25, siz *3to 5£ Youtn's fiue shoes at 75 and SIOO. Full line Men's box toe heavy shoes iu grain and kip at $2.00. h.ip box toe boots, tbrte soles, long leg, at $3 00 and 350 Repairing all kmos done at reasonable prices. Came and see tor yourself. B. C. HUSELTON. WE ARE STILL ON DECK. We have better facilities, larger stock and lower prices than ever before. We broke the back bone of high prices in Butler county several years ago, and have been pounding it ever since. The result has been satisfactory to us,although It took lots of nerve and hard work, but the people are with us and by their support financially, and good words spoken, we have kept manfully on in the same way we started out, having for our motto — "Never misrepresent nor try to get rich off one customer;" so that to-day everbody is our friend and customer. One purchase here means a customer for life. X + + J If you have not been here lately you should come and see us now. t t t t t t + Top Buggies, only - $45.00) And everything belonging to a Spring Wagons, only 35.00 driving or team outfit at corres- Buck Wagons, only - 30.00 ' pondingly low prices. No Buggy Harness, only - 4.25 difference what you want to Leather Work Harness.only 18.00 use about a horse or team come Buggy Whips, only - 10 j here for it. We have even reduc- Harness Oil, per gallon 50 jed the price of Kramer wagons. Sweat Pads, (collar) - 35 .We also have now a lot of the Singletrees, only - 25 very finest buggies, wagons and Team Collars, only - 75 1 harness made in the world, Buggy Collars, only 75 which we sell at prices others Curry Combs, only - 10 j charge you for common work. S. B. Martincourt & Co,, 128 East Jefferson Street, Butler, Pean'a. Grande-Opening FURNITURE#- _A_TsI D Tuesday, April 4,1893. .We have one the finest build ings and the most com plete stocks in the state. All are invited to call on the above day and see our display. Campbell & Templeton, BUTLER, PA. The new store of Doathett & Grabam will be open for business April Ist. We will open with an entirely new stock of clothing for men, boys and children. Also a line of hats and gents fine furnishing goods. You are respectfully invited to call and examine our goods and it we cannot then interest you, as to quality, make and price, ite our fault. Call and see us whether you wish to buy or not. No trouble to show goods. Remember every article in the store brand new. You will have no old chestnuts to look at. DOUTHETT & GRAHAM, A. & H. Reiber Buiidiug, Cor Main and Cunningham Sts., Butler, Pa. HAY- FEVER IT Am \J COLD-HEAD Kltft Cream Balm is not a liquid, snuff or fxnetkr. Applifd into the notlrilt it it _ . quickly atnartxd. It cUan*e* the hattl, allay* injlnmmation, hruU _ ■C Ila ' the tare*. Said by dnwmat* ttr senitj/ mnil on Trr i't of price. tS|« 3UC ELY BROTHERS* 56 Street NEW YORK. THE BUTLER CITI2EN. jjTHE KIND 1 H THAT CURES JOHN* KIIIKF.Y. 2ND, grc Massrr.n. N. Y ■■ IDyspepsia for 20 Years \m jj TRIED EVERYTHING, |j §Yet 2 bottles wrought-, ACU R E . §|NO FICTION, BUT TROTH.P j HIUNAPABSAI-ARILI-ACO., I J S GENTS lharfbcena groat raffcrfr f R== ■Sorer 20 yearn vm I>VSI»KI»NI\ g! ; BBliavetried «rerrthinfr I CMM h«ir f ? Have al-o-ss Physiciaiif' prescription*, but cou «! obta.*i==j ■ 1 \ A ISM R Bt« SI.Ktl- WELL f r year* owing to== ==th* disordered condition of my digestive organs. m I bought a bottle of §& I ■ DANA'S | - SARSAPARILLAi Band it HELPED ME SO M I'CII == 3= that I bought tho urcond. B»-f«»re that wm takn n ■my DVSIM INI V WAS ( I KED.IS I <Otl.lt ML EE P W ELL= BALL \II-MX. 1 FEEL LIKE AIK ■ NEW M A V. Your* Rnp v. W S Maaaena, N. Y. JOHN JURKfcY, 2nd. = ■I To whom it may concern*—"Wc arr» well ar-H with Mr. Kirkry, and know that he = vvould not muke tiny thai^ ■ n aiuntra«>. STEAHXS * SNAITH. If z== Mtfttna, Jf. Y. Druggiits. = ■ ■ 1 DANA'S LIVER AND KIDNEY PILLS are Hworth their weight In Gold. They areß Y|D. D. X>.°«.-DAAA S DISEASE DE-J| ■ STROYERS. Try a bottle at our risk, fg Dana Sarsapariila Co., Belfast. Maine, g FRANK KEMPER, DEALfiRJIN BLANKETS, HARNESS, _A_ncl everything in horse and buggy liir nisliing go oris— H a r - ness, Collars, Whips. Dusters, Saddles, etc. -Also trunks and va lises.Cl Repairing done on short notice. The lai'gest assort ment of 5-A. Horse blankets in town will be found at K emoer's. pin MISS 11 101 I PRICES is the 'motto at our A sto re. If you are sick nnd need medicine you want th«- BKST This you can always depend up> n pettiag I rom us, an we use nothing but strictly Pure Drugs ia our Prescription Depart ment. You can get lue best of every thing in the drug line from us. Our store is also headqunners f r PAINTS OILS, VARNISHES, Kalsomine, AEabastme k, Get. our prices before you buy Paints, and ?-ee what we have U offer. We can save you dollars <-ii your paint bill Respectfully J. C. REDICK, Main St.. next to Hotel Lowr} . BUTLEK, HA, Here We Are Right To The Front With Spot Cash Prices. We have some overcoats left aw have made prices on them that will move them soon We do not wish to carry over a garment of heavy goods and if low prices will dear them out we shsll do it,, so before buying clothing or furnishings for men or boys inspect the goods and rock bottom spot cash prices at — — The Racket Store, JUKI 8 Main St., Butler, Pa. L. c- WICK: DEALER IN Rough and Worked Lumber OF ALL KINDS Doors, Sash, Blinds, Mouldings, Shingles and Lath Always In Stock.] LIME, HAIR AND PLASTER. 'Office opposite P. & Vi. Depot, BUTLER Pi. SEE These Prices on EVERGREENS. 10.000 Norway Spruce, 4 toe inches lilgh. S2O. 1»»,000 Balsam Kir. t to x incites high. £'23. IO.UOO Arbor Vltie, 8 to 15 Inches liigii. f2T>. 10.000 Scotch Pine. 4to 8 inches high. flo. Over 200 variei ics, 7.000 000 for sai»*. EADI7CT TBETQIMWo White Cottonwood. rUIVLOI LAULIO.J T«. I_ I ncii, s*>. Yellow Cottonwood. 12 to 21 Inch. fioo. 100 000 , Sugar Maple, Ito * ln«'U. fx. 10001«0» Klin. 1 l' 1 ♦» inch. STS. We s«»M N.Ouo.tnOln We inns' sell twice as mauy tlite y«-:»r. Our ijur>erv is overstocked with all varl-t'es ant! sizes • f fruit •mi om lmattinl trees. We must clear some «»i them out. Senil for price Its's. EVERGREEN NURSERIES, Evergreen, Wis. WANTED. Agents to sell <>nr choice and IT inh JTur.- ry Stock. We l-uve many special V.rietii' -. Iwth 111 Units :i!ift-«ruaineiital> to offer, which are i-.-i:trolled only l>> us. We p»y com:: i-sii ji it ■ 1 l»ri '.V rite us at once for term-, a: il re.;re choice ot terri tory. MAY bKOTUEIt?. Nu men, 1 Rochester, N. Y. Adventures of Tad; OR TITE HAPS AND MISHAPS OF A LOST SACHEL. A Story for Young and Old- BY FRAXK 11. CUXVKRSE, Atrrnon OF "PEPPER ADASIS," "BUWS OCT TO SEA,"' "PAUL GRAFTON," ETC. [Copyrighted, Ji9S, by I). Lothrop <f Co., and rubltihfd by Special Arrangement.] -n iiitir approach Miss Smith threw her sun-bonnet back, and, straighten ing up the rake-handle, stood stiffly erect, clasping it between her gloved hands—something like the manner of a sentinel itli his inusket when not <>n active duty—as she stan d very hard at Tad, whose heart was beating furiously. "So this is tin- boy." she said, in an uncompromising sort of voice—her re mark seemingly nddressed to her-< If— "humph!'" Tins was by no means encouraging, and Tad's hopes went down below zero with considerable rapidity. Joe stood a little at one side, with a shadowy look of expectancy on his freckled face. "How old are you, Tad?" suddenly shrieked Miss Smith, with such unex pected energy that mechanically Tad clapped his hands to his ears. "Fourteen—in ray fifteenth year!" shouted Tad, whose face became quite crimson through the exertion. So did Joe's, but from a different cause. iiffl' I "FOURTEEN, IX MY FIFTEENTH," SHOUT ED TAD. Mi ss Smith started back involuntari- j iy- I "Mercy on us!" she exclaimed. | "Why don't you speak a little louder!" j she added, in a sarcastic sort of roar. "I said fourteen, inarm—in my fif- , teentli year!" Tad yelled, with the full power of his lungs; for, unfortunately, he took her ironical suggestion in per fect good-faith. Miss Smith dropped the rake-handle, and sat down on the piazza steps. Joe, wlioes face was of a lively purple which extended to his ear-tips, began to edge toward the gate. "You won't do, boy," screamed Miss Smith, so shrilly that John Doty, who was plowing in an adjoining Held, stopped his oxen and looked wonder tngly across at the "old Smith place," as it was locally called, while Sa mantha Nason, Miss Smith's "hired help," rushed bare-armed from the kitchen, with a vague impression that Miss Smith was in hysterics. "1 can't hire any one as deaf as you are, and run the risk of breaking a blood-vessel hollering to you," con tinued Miss Smith in the same high key, as Tad stood confounded and de spondent at f'l-.il; "V>c side , I'm not so hard of hearing as a a mat comes to, aiuijuui voice goes through my head like aknife—yah-h-h!" with which concluding ejaculation Miss Smith put her hands to the sides of her pasteboard sun-bonnet and shuddered. "Why, I ain't deaf, marm!" wonderingly * exclaimed Tad, dropping his voice several octaves, "and I wouldn't have spoke so loud only Joe said you was hard vf hearing, an' if he was me he'd speak tip good and loud." Joe could stand it 110 longer. With an explosive yell of laughter he dodged through the gate, and, dropping in the green sward, at a safe distance, doubled himself up in an ecstasy of un seemly mirth. "Joe Whitney!" gasped Miss Smith, starting to her feet and shaking her tinger threatening in the direction of the prostrate practical joker, as the truth of tin- matter Hashed across her mind, "you see if your father don't hear of this, sir!" But her indignation was always short lived, and gradually a grim smile softened the hard lines of her face, though the overshadowing head-gear hid it from Tad's anxious gaze. "And so you want a place, eh?" she said, abruptly, but not unkindly, as she turned her sharp gray eyes full upon Tad, who was looking reproach fully at Joe as, having risen, he cautiously advanced within earshot. "If you please, marm," was the re spectful answer, and Tad looked plead ingly up at the maiden lady as he spoke. Something in his thin, pale face moved Miss Smith's heart curi ously. The boys who hail worked for her from time to time had generally been unintelligent, brown-faced boys, with large appetites and a tenency to idle away as much time as they possibly could. "He's got a look I kind of like, though he is a pindling sort of a boy," thought Miss Smith, rubbing her nose reflectively. "Don't you dare enter that gate, Joseph Whitney!" >he exclaimed, with sudden energy, as Joe, with traces of his recent mirth 011 his features, edged himself along the front fence. "No, marm," responded Joe, in a voice suggestive of the deepest contri tion. Affecting to be overcome with remorseful sorrow, he appled a small red-boardered cotton handkerchief to his eyes, and sobbed hysterically, after which, twisting it between his lingers, he feigned to wring tears of bitter grief from its folds. Turning her back upon the areh dis sembler, Miss Smith proceeded to put Tad through :> rapid course of question ing. Did he smoke or swear? Had lie been vaccinated? Were his father and mother living? Had lie been to school? What church did lie attend?—and a few other queries, of similar import. On all points except that of ehurch j going Tad's answers were very satis factory; and Mis-; Smith graciously ad mitted that his lack of clothes was a tolerably reasonable excuse for his de ficiency in that one respect. "i guess you'll do," she finally said, "at least I'm minded to try you, so you can come over -and begin work early Monday morning." "Thank you, marm," replied Tad, I with a beaming face. "I'll be here early; and though I'm kind of green. Miss Smith," he added, earnestly, "I'll learn just as fast as ever 1 can, and work all the harder to make up." "Well, we'll see," was the only re ply. Mi-s Smith's faith in juvenile promises had been rudely shattered by the frequent breakages that she had known in her experience. At the same time she felt rather drawn toward this pale-faced orphaned boy though she 1 would not have owned it, even to her liUTLEK, PA., FRIDAY, AP HIL 7, 1893. own self. "Don't you let that Joe Whitney lead von into any mischief before you get back t Cap'n Flagg's." said >iiss Smith, sharply, raising her voice for Joe's edification, as Tad joined him outside the gate. "Now. Miss Smith," expostulated the injured youth, "that isn't fair!" The maid- u lady -mih -i -igniticantly, and, muttering something about "innocent Abigail." resumed raking, while Tad, exultant over his future prospects, fore bore to reproach bis mischievous com panion for the littloepisode I have nar rated, and the two walked away to gether iu the most amicable manner. CHAPTER Vm. Who that was ever a boy- has forgot ten, or v. ia forget, his first ti>hing ex perience? No matter whether it was angling for minnows from the wharf, with a pin-hook, catching "pumpkin seeds" from the mill-pond logs or fol lowing up an alder-fringed brook in pursuit of trout—he will be sure to re member it a great deal longer than he will the more important episodes of his later life. And I know one in particular who will always remember his boyish debut iu the fishing line—l mean Tad Thorne. It was the Saturday- morning follow ing Tad's peculiar introduction to Miss Smith, and an unusually mild day for a New England April, which uncertain month is very apt to seem so much like March as to resemble a younger brother. Joe and Tad were digging bait in Deacon Whitney's barn-yard: that is, Joe did the digging while Tad placed the angle-worms in a round tin must ard-box. with a ventilating cover. "There!" said Joe, straightening uj, "and now. Tad—you plaguey old tat tle-tale!" Tad looked up in dire astonish ment; but the conclusion of Joe's sen tence was evidently not addressed to himself. It was churniug-day at Deacon Whit ney's, and Joe's eyes were fixed 011 the retreating form of Miss Smith's hired help who had come over to bespeak some buttermilk for Miss Smith's pig. Samantha Nason was given to gossip, and Joe's guilty conscience at once assured him that she had lost no time in telling the story of his late humorous performance to the deacon, Mrs. Whit ney and bis sister Nell. "I guess we'd better be off." re marked Joe, rather hastily; "and, in stead of going out the front way, we'll take a short cut down through the fields. You've got your lines all right?" Tad tapped his pocket significantly, and adjusted the tin-box cover while Joe was putting the shovel back in tbe barn. "Come on, then, Tad," said his com panion, with an uneasy glance at the back kitchen, which Tad did not quite understand, and with his words Joe dodged hastily behind the barn, fol lowed by Tad: but, alas! he was too late! From the open kitchen-window came the cry, in his sister Nell's voice: • r >->. ph!—come right into the house —father wants you!" "Darn it all!" muttered Joe, with a vindictive kick at the fence-rail; now I've got to catch it." "Catch what?" wonderingly asked Tad, though with an intuitive suspicion that Joe was not referring to the pros pective catch of trout. .Toe did not reply, but with a gloomy and vengeful expression, slunk into the barn by the small rear door, followed by his wondering companion. From behind the corn-crib Joe hastily pulled the bottom of an old pasteboard band box. PREPARING FOR THE INTERVIEW. "Shcve it up under my- coat, behind —quick. Tad!" he exclaimed, in an ag itated whisper, "and then you go ahead to the brook—may be I can get off bime-by. It don't hurt much of any, with </tt's," added Joe, with a rather Bicklv smile, as he touched the small of bis back significantly, . "only I've got to get a new piece of pasteboard —this is pretty nigh worn out." "Are you coming, Joseph?" The voice was Deacon Whitney's, and sounded from the wood-shed close by. Tad fled ignominiously through the rear barn door, while Joe reluct antly obeyed the direful summons. Not that Deacon Whitney was unreason ably harsh or stern. Indeed, his wife said: "Joe's thrashin's hurt the deacon a dretful sight more'n they did Joe," — which was doubtless true. The boy knew that his father loved him sin cerely, and that the whippings were not given in anger, but from a sense of duty, and. though he would willingly have dispensed with them, Joe never cherished the slightest feelings of anger or resentment, after the first smart had passed away. Leaving Joe to his impending fate. Tad climbed the barn-yard fence, and with a jubilant feeling of gladness, which was only shadowed by the oc casional thought of his new friend's disappointment, made his way down across the deacon's meadows, to the brook. Tad knew nothing -whatever about trout-fishing, as a matter of course. He hail caught flounders and cunners from the piers, like most city boys— but only those. However, he had a general idea of some of the require ments for the piscatorial art. So, with a very light heart, he followed the "mill brook," as it was called, through a field and an adjoining pasture, till ho came to an alder swamp, where, hav ing cut a pole, Tad sat himself down to shape and trim it. Well, it was indeed a lovely morn ing The sky above him, flecked with drifting white clouds, was of the deep est blue, the air .->ft and spring-like, and the peaceful stillness unbroken only by the occasional cawing of crows or scream of a bluejay. Tad sat drinking in the beauty of the time and place, softly whistling to him self as he worked, and thought over tlio many strange things that had come in to his life in one short week, and all because an absent-minded man had left his traveling-sachel on the seat in a railroad station. "Why, it just seems as though I'd been swapped off for somebody else, he said, with a great sigh of thankful ness. And though, as might be ex pected, Tad Thome's religious knowl iedgt; v. as of the vaguest possible order. h<- -"!U' li'>w felt his heart going out thankfully- to the Maker of «ucli a beautiful world. "There," said Tad. as, finishing trim ming the pole, he rose to his feet and brushed off the twigs, "now for the trout." The brook went dancing and laugh ing along at his side, with here and there a mimic water-fall, at the foot of which the foam and bubbles drifted about in frothy masses. With fingers trembling a little with excitement. Tad fastened his line, with its heavy -inker and hook large enough for black bass, to the end of the pole. Adjusting the bait, he threw his line into the deepest part of the pool. "I guess it isn't a very good day f..r trout, any way," he murmured, after about live minutes of letting his line drift along in the current, and pulling it up again. But stop! a little tug at the hook sent a thrill from his finger tips to his toes! With a jerk that would have landed a three-pound trout, Tad pulled out a chub about four inches long, which, with hook, line and sink er, was immediately- entangled 111 the alder branches over his head, requiring some ten minutes of perspiring effort to clear it. "Trout ain't as big as I thought for," he said, half aloud, as he surveyed his prize. "It must take an awful lot of 'cm to make a mess." Tad added, gravely, as lie strung the -mall ti-h on a twig, an>l mmle lit- xvay- a nttte lur ther up-stream, in his ignorance pass ing over the deep pools and swelling eddies, which are generally the lurk ing-places lif the spotted beauties. By eleven o'clock, Tad, who had caught seven chubs, each about a finger in length, began to think that the charm of trouting had been consider ablv overstated. It was rather early in the season for mosquitoes, yet there were quite enough of them about to make it quite lively for a fisherman. He had ascended the brook about two miles, and was tired and decidedly hungry; and, moreover, he found him self right in the heart of what seemed to Tad's unaccustomed eyes a bound less forest. Sitting down on a stump, Tad gazed about him, wondering at the solemn silence. Overhead, the wind sighed softly through the tops of the great pines. Red squirrels cluttered in the spruce and hemlock trees, and a par ticularly venturesome one dropped a cone from an overhanging bough at his very feet, vanishing among the branches with wonderful swiftness, as Tad looked suddenly up. A partridge drummed in the distance, and a wood chuck scampered rapidly through the underbrush at a little way off. "I wonder if there are any bears in lliesc woods," thought Tad, with an uncomfortable thrill pervading his frame at the bear possibility. "I d either have to run or climb a tree if I saw one coming," he thought, "and yet. what good would that do, where bears can climb and run rather better than most boys." In a juvenile paper be had read how one "boy hero," thus surprised, had hastily' lashed his open jack-knife to the end of a pole, and boldly attacking the savage beast, had slain him bv a fortunate thrust. Tad aaischaniealiy took out his own j«ok knife, and opened the two-inch blade of tiia best cast-iron. "I couldn't do much with that, ' ho thought, "l»ui I '"pp "G-r-r-r-r A terrible growl, accompanied by a rustling in tlie thicket of small pines close at hand, sent Tad's heart into his very throat! There was not even time to splice the knife to tlio fish-pole, for the growl and rustling were repeated louder and nearer than before! The hackneyed expression, "to sell his life dearly," flashed into Tad's mind, and, bracing himself against the tree-stump—somewhat in the 4 *Coine one, come all—this rock shall fly From its firm base, as soon as I" attitude—ho held his open jack-knife in his hand, and awaited the overcoming monster! CHAPTER IX. The spruce-bushes parted suddenly; but, instead of disclosing the form of a ferocious bear, nothing more formida ble than the good-humored features of Joe Whitney, adorned with an ex pressive grin, was revealed. There were traces of recent tears on his freckled face; yet mirth beamed from his eye, and it was evident that the re cent punishment had not had a very depressing effect on his animal spirits. "Thought I was a bear, didn't you. Tad?" he remarked, laughing. And Tad, too muoh relieved at the prospect of companionship to feel very angry, answered, with a feeble smile, that ho was kind of startled, and made haste to change the subject. "I've got seven trout, but they're aw ful small." said Tad, producing his catch, with a rather disconsolate air. Joe started, whistled and then roared. "Why, you goosie!" he shouted, but so good-naturedly that it was impos sible to be angry with him, "those ain't trout —they're chubs!" Foor Tad felt tremendously morti fied, but speedily forgot his mortili oation in real honest admiration of a string of trout —the largest of which would not weigh quite a quarter of a pound—that Joe brought out, together au alder pole, from the thicket where ho had enacted the bear. "I dug some bait on the way, and caught these little fellows coining along," explained Joe, as ho held them up before his companion's admiring ga/.0. "Oh, wouldn't I like to catch just one trout!" sighed Tad; and Joe stoutly assured him not to worry—he'd put him up to catching more than one —perhaps half *\ dozen—before tliej returned. "Did it hurt you very much?" in quired Tad, presently, with delicate reference to the cause of his compan ion's detention. "The pasteboard wasn't quite low down enough," said Joe, mournfully, and Tad asked no further qu"<=tions. "Father didn't flog me for just hav ing a little fun with you and Miss Smith," Joe went on after a short pause, "but because he said 1 as gooc 1 as lied when I made her think that you was deaf, and you think that sht was." "Well," returned Tad, hesitatingly, i "I don't know-—you didn't mean to saj I what wasn't true, any way." "No," said Joe, frankly; "I didn't! J hate a square up and down lie as bad as the next one; but. come to study on it over, I guess we fellows don't stop to think long enough, sometimes, and lie when we don't mean to; anyhow, I do, and I'm going to try and stop it." This was quite au admission for Joe, who was generally very chary of ac knowledging his faults. But he had begun to feel a strong boyish affection for hi* oompanion, and spoke more openly to him than he was in the habit of doing. "But what made you so long getting here?'' asked Tad, breaking the little 1 rtltnve Utf* «-<-■ •• Why. alter father—got through with me." returned Joe, while a hu morous Muilu begun to hover about his tuouth, "lie set me churning, and went off dawn town on an errand. Mother, she was sent for to go over to Mis' Emory 's, all of a sudden, and. by grr.- clous!'' said Joe, nibbing his shoul ders, "I thought my arms would just uuliinge out of the sockets before the butter came. Well, Nell, she took the butter down into the cellar kitchen to work it, and forgot to empt' the churn (as mother always does), and whilst she was down there." continued Joe, whose smile had begun to broaden, "I saw father coming up the walk, *o what d:>e« I do but get hold of tlio churn dasher again. Father, he came in. 'There, my son!' he says, - I guess you've been punished enough—you can go now,' and then he took the churn daslier right out of my hand. If moth er hasn't got back, or if Nell don't come up-stairs,"' added Joe. with an irrepressible snicker, "1 expect likely he's churning buttermilk now." As Tad knew rather less than a Hot tentot regarding the mysteries of churn ing, the point of Joe's little joke was not perfectly clear to his own mind. And perhaps, on second thought, Joe might have remembered that the tacit deception practiced toward his father was not exactly in keeping with his pro fessed penitence of a moment or two pro-riaiis. Lir li,-. 111.11 Li 111) Hi'.-111},! to enlighten bis companion, but. taking up his pole, said, rather hastily, that he guessed they'd better be getting to ward home, as it was considerably past dinner-time. About half-way down Mill brook were the ruins of an old saw-mill. Here, among the great timbers below the dam, the water made deep eddies and sir. 4 .'lv nooks, where trout love to lie In the heat of the day. "Throw in there. Tad," said Joe, pointing to a spot where the dark water rushed around the end of the broken j lume like a mill-race. Tad secretly thought that any trout renturesome enough to trust himself in inch a swift current would be swept down stream in a twinkling. But he j obeyed, and — Good gracious! had a sturgeon or a young whale seized his bait! His line went cutting through the dark waters, and the top of the alder pole bent omi nously. Tad knew nothing about playing a trout, and if he had it would have made no difference, owing to his primitive fishing tackle. He pulled vigorously; so did the trout, and "snap!" went the end of the alder pole, leaving Tad in a mad frenzy of excitement, with three fourths of the rod in his hands, danc ing madly on the rocks Joe was equal to the situation. Dropping his own pole, he made a dive i EQUAL TO THE SITUATION. for the broken fragment, which was floating iu sight. Gathering the slack lino carefully in his hands, a vigorous tug landed high and dry the largest trout ever caught In Mill brook. "There!" Joe exclaimed, as Tad re garded bis prize in an amazement too deep for words, "you've caught the one real trout you've wanted to—now, I guess we'd better be getting home, without doing any more fishing." "All right," returned Tad, mourn fulh r , "but you caught him, after all, Joe." But Joe stoutly asserted that Tad hooked him first, while he—Joe— only helped to bring the big fish safe to land. And, in the discussion of the ex citing episode, the walk home was ac complished in a surprisingly short time. Tad's big trout was baked for sup per, and it was generally agreed by the four who partook thereof that the flavor was particularly fine. Tad himself se cretly thought he had never eaten any thing so delicious in bis whole life. But. it is not unlikely that the knowl edge that he himself had furnished this important adjunct to the evening meal gave it an additional relish for Tad. By this time Tad bad begun to feel very much at case with these quiet, home-like people. As they gathered about the open firc-place, with its smoldering back-log, after the tea things were cleared away, and the big kerosene-lamp was lighted, he opened his heart to their kindly questioning and spoke freely of his past life There was really little or nothing to keep back, for, as I have said, thanks to the memory of his mother's teachings and a natural uprightness of character, Tad had escaped the evil ways which n homeless, friendless boy is so apt to fall into, and, though he had faults in abundance, he was, on the whole, a more upright young fellow than many whoso surroundings and advantages had been far more favorable than Tad's. " So you're .to begin ship's duties to Miss Smith o' Monday—eh, Tad?" re marked the Captain, thoughtfully, to break a little silence which had fallen upon the grrnp. •• Yes, sir," was the reply, " and 1 do hope she'll like me." " Slio'll be hard to suit if she don't," returned Mrs. Flagg, clicking her nee lles emphatically together as they flashed in and out of the meshes of a Olue yarn sock that she was knitting lor the Captain. For the good lady, R'hose heart was largo enough to take In at least half a dozen motherless boys sn 11 girls, had begun to regard Tad ivith considerable favor. " I know she'll like you," said Polly, jonfidently, as she looked up from the fascinating pages of " Little \\ omen,' which she was reading for the first time, while Bounce slumbered peacefully in her lap. You just go on and do your duty unto Miss Smith accordin' as you'd have it done to you. Tad." remarked the Captain, oracularly, " and you needn't have no fear*. Miss Smith, continued Captain Hagg, with upraised finger to command attention, "is a fe male that's had a tempestuous v v'ge in life, as it were, a-losing of every re lation she had, which has gone to make her a bit cranky; but she's good-hearted and God-fearin", and once you get into her good books, you're always there. "They say she's got a ban sum prop erty that her folks hrft her—some ■\\ herer uigh ten thousan' dollars, Mrs. Flagg observed, in a voice indicative of considerable respect for the possessor of such wealth. For in Bixport the person with an unencumbered estate and a thousand dollars was "well-to do"; lie who hail five thousand was well off; while the owner of ten thousand dollar-: was regarded in the light of a millionaire. (TO BE OOXTIKV <D. ) STORIES OF HISTORIC DOGS. Pour»F«otcd .sohiifN Which I'uught Lc U*nj Old World Wan. A French paper has published a roll of honor of celebrated dogs which have distinguished themselves in war. This is not inappropriate, considering that the dog has been pressed into military service. For instance, there w ;is Bob, the mastiiT of the Grenadier guards, which made the Crimean campaign with that gallant corps; anil also Wliite paw. "I'atte Blanche." a brave French ally of Bob, that made the same cam paign with the One Hundred and Six teenth of the line, and was wounded in defending the flag. Another, Moustache, was entered or. the strength of his regi ment as entitled to a grenadier's ra tions. The barber of his company had orders to clip and comb him once a week. This gallant animal received a bayonet trust at Marenga and re covered. a flag - at Austerlitz. Marshal Lannes had Moustache decorated with a medal attached to his neck by a red ribbon. Corps de Gardo, u. Norvel among dogs, followed a soldier to Mi rengo. was wounded at Austerlitz and perished in the retreat from Russia. The Sixth of the puard had a military t MLseie, vrtil^.l, white itripes sewn on ttis black hair. Wo have also to name Pompon, of the Forty-eighth Bedouins, the best sentry of the baggage train: Loutoute, a Cri mean heroine. Mittrailli, killed at Inkerman by a shell; Moffino, that saved his master in Russia, and was lost or lost himself, but found his way going- from Moscow to Milan, his first dwelling place. The most remarkable, however, was the last, an English har rier named Mustapha, which went into action with his Knglit.li comrades at ' Fontenoy and, we are seriously told, i "remained alone by a field piece of the ! gunner, his master, clapped the match l to the touch-hole of the cannon and ! thus killed seventy soldiers, - ' and it is j further added that Mustapha was pre sented to King George 11. aud rewarded with a pension alimentam. CHINESE FOOD NOVELTIES. Luxuries Which Must Be IlaukrU as Ac qulrctl Tastes. Nowhere have such rare tastes in food been developed as among the Romans in ancient times and the Chinese. There may be found in the bills of fare of the latter people addled eggs, fat grubs, caterpillars, sharks' fins, rats, dogs, In dian birds' nests, and —the finest of all their delicacies —trepans'. What is tre pang? Trepang, or tripang, is, according to Popular Science Monthly, a collective name by which a considerable number of species of most curious sea animals are designated; they are also known as sea rollers, sea cucumber, in French as cornichons de mer. and scientifically as holothurias. They are among the most sluggish of animals. Only the fixed or stationary animals are slower than the holothurias. They lie like gray, brown or black leather pipes or cylinders on the bottom of the sea. One might watch them half a day long, if he had nothinsr better to do, and hardly see them change their position, and they rarely move more than a foot or two in several hours. Their class relatives, the spiny skinned animals, or echinoderms, are much more active. A sea urchin or starfish is able to get away from a spot quit- nimbly, and the serpent stars, the active members of the whole or der. are capable of using their long, slender, many jointed arms as legs and are as quick and alert as crabs. PUNISHMENT FOR A KING. The Little Spanish Ituler Is Laid Across His .Mother's Knee. The king of Spain is a more or less naughty boy. and he does not always treat his subjects with that gracious courtesy which is expected from mon archs in these times. The other day, says Harper's Young People, when he was driving with his nurse, the boy king is said to have put out his tongue at the world in general, and the resi dents of Madrid in particular. The editor of a republican newspaper there upon proceeded to make a political cap ital out of the event, and drew a moral that kings are not needed in this age. | When the news of the Icing's behavior reached Queen Christina through the newspapers, it is said that she first lectured her son on his duties and re ■ sponsibilities, and then laying him i across her royal knee administered a vigorous spanking. This may not be the touch that makes the whole world I kin. but a great many little American | democrats will know hereafter how to j sympathize with this son of royalty. The Only Difference. The people of Wyoming, who permit I women to vote, according to Harper's I Bazar, are apparently not in sympathy with the English bachelor of long ago, j who got himself into a controversy on | the subject of women's rights with his j vis-a-vis at dinner. After proing and ! coning for a few minutes, the lady asked: "Candidly, sir, why do you op pose giving the franchise to wom en?" "You will excuse me for ' saying it, madam," he replied, "but I have not sufficient confidence in their capacity to conduct government af fairs." "But what evidence of woman's mental inferiority to men can you ad vance?" persisted the lady. The bach elor thoujrht a moment, and then an swered, slowly: "A simple fact is enough to satisfy my mind, and that is the frightful way in which they do up their back hair." He might have added that until men went around with one hand holding up a trousers leg, the gexes were mentally unequal. An Old and Btc Turtle. When Mauritius was ceded to Great Britain, in 1810, there was a gigantic turtle in a court of the artillery bar racks at Port Louis, which is there still, although almost blind. It weighs, ac cording to a French observer, 150 kilo grammes and measures 2.59 meters (eight and one-half feet) across the car apace. Its height from the ground to the top of the carapace, when it walks, is about 0.6." meters (about two feet). 1 It is believed to be 200 years old at lea.it; nevertheless it carries two men on vta back with ease. SHE WAS MERCENARY. Miss Coopah—'Lige. how much yo' dun made dis week whitewashin'? 'Lige -'Fo' de Lawd! yo's de mos' »ercinary gal I knows, yo' is. I beliebe I now yo's marryin' me fo' mail money. Judge. Iu Kentucky. Youth (eloping with the girl of his heart)— Judge, we would like you to ! join us. The Judge— Thanks, I don't know ! w ho vouare; but I never refuse to drink ! with a gentleman, be ho friend or i stranger. I'll be with you in one win | ute.—Puck. NXX22 BIG PRAIRIES IN MANITOBA. Unf Thuuntnd of L«r*l Lid Li«t Straiffht Av«l of I\XiHl|i«K --"If the horse could stand It," said * well-known resident of Winnipeg, Man itoba, to u Washington Star reporter, "a man could leave Winnipeg and ride one thousand miles west and northwest over a level jirairie before he would be obstructed by the mountains. This p-ives an idea of the great territory lying west of Winnipeg, which, to the eastern man. seems way out of the world. The 6oil of this prairie produces the finest spring wheat grown anywhere and this enormous plain I've just mentioned will in a few years be the great granary of the world. Eastern people havea misty ideao* r.r.r expansive territory. We are just commencing to grow wheat com pared to a decade hence, though our crop two year.-, ago was thirty million bushels. We have but little snow, and the many years I resided in Manitoba I never saw the tops of the bright prairie irra-ss covered. Cattle fairly roll in fat and we are becoming a great cattle country. While most of our settlers an* from across the water, yet the num ber from the western states is yearly In creasing-. We have no wild west fron tier scenes. There are no settlers killed over disputed claims, as has been an everyday story in the west for years. Our homestead laws require a three years' residence of six months each. Land may be preempted, too. Gold has been in wonderfully rich <Jr.art ?. deposits H lew miles —east—Ol Winnipeg, and paying mills have just been erected by Minneapolis capitalists. I predict a 'rush' to the Lake of the Woods district next year. Winnipeg has thirty-five thousand inhabitants and is a thriving city. Our winters are cold, but we do not mind them. The atmos phere is dry and the days are clear, fresh and sunny, murky weather being al most unknown." THE STONE STAR. It la One of the Moat Carious Product# of the Mineral Kingdom. The asterias or star stones are among the most wonderful productions of the i mineral kingdom. They are conun -1 drums, the star sapphire beinfr a gray i ish blue, the star ruby bright red, the star topaz a straw yellow. The Btar ap pearance in the stone is caused, accord ing to some mineralogists, by a foreign substance in the gem; others say it is due to peculiarities of crystal i nation. Whatever it may be, advantage is taken of it by the lapidary, who cuts the stone in the shape of a dome, beginning at the center of the star and making the points radiate to the circumference. The stone has six points, and as the light plays on the surface of the atone the bright lines of the star change with the position of the gem, and produce a singularly beautiful effect.. These stones, says an exchange, are very valuable, the best specimens be ing, it is said, worth as much as dia monds of the same weight. Burton, the great Oriental traveler, had a star sapphire, which he always carried on his person; and in the heart of Arabia, or in the deserts of Africa, the sight of this wonderful p-em always inspired a respect that was akin to reverence. The wild Arabs and negroes would gaze at the stone, then at its possessor, and. concluding that he had a talisman < f unexampled power, would render him all possible assistance for fear of in curring his vengeance. AUBREY'S HISTORIC RIDE. Eight Miles an Hour oa Horseback for 110 Consecutive Hoars. The ride of the German officers from Berlin to Vienna recalls to the Wash ington Post a much more remarkable one made by F. X. Aubrey, a native of St Louis, Mo., about thirty-six yef rs ago, in the far west. He bet five th- 1- sand dollars that ho eould ride from Santa Fe, X. M., to Independence, M -.. within five consecutive days. Accordi:i ' to the terms of the wager he was vi lowed only such remounts as he couM procure en route; that is, he was not •> arrange for any in advance. As t> • country to be traversed was then a per fect wilderness to within a score or two of miles of the finish the only chance of obtaining fresh horses was from some roving band of wild Indians he encounter, who were as likely to take Aubrey's scalp as to swap horses with him. But fortune favored him, and he did obtain a fresh horse at the "Cro; s ing of the Arkansas" and at Council Grove, and won his bet in four days and fourteen hours— distance eight hundr ;1 and sixty miles— so that he covered aa average of nearly eight miles an hour for one hundred and ten consecutive hours, a feat of endurance that seems truly marvelous. Scimitar Saaka. There is a little reptile belonging to Madagascar known as the scimitar snake, that is the curling sword. Run ning- along the back from head to tail is a blackish, horny substance, which bends with the convulsions of the snake's body as readily as would a well tempered steel spring, and throughout its entire length it bears an edge as hard as flint and as sharp as a razor. They are not poisonous, but when one of them springs on a man, which he likes very well to do, he will Boon have a leg off unless cracked on the pate Some snake specialists claim that the presence of this reptile on the island is the reason there are no large quadru peds there at present, the curling sword in back ages having taken off legs fast er than they could be created. They Are Like Mules. A sea captain who was remonstrated with for violent language said: "I be gan as a cabin boy and worked my way to the quarter deck, and have followed the sea all my life, so I claim to know a little about sailors, and I tell you that you can't be easy with 'em and make •em work. Th<j>- have to be sworn at or they don't think you amount to any thing. A foremast hand goes about business quicker and does his work bet ter if j T ou damn his eyes a few times than he does if you merely tell him what you want done. I'm not specially fond of swearing, but I tell you I have to make a practice of it to malce those beggars work." Made 111 m reel Small. "You are not a dwarf," said the mu seum manager to the applicant. "\ou are six feet tall." "I look so; but really I feel very, very small. I'm a Chicago man, and I am married to a Boston woman." Puck. Alto*«th©r Oat of I'lace. Mrs. Brown —Johnnie wishes to ffo with us, but it wouldn't be right to take a child along with a theater party. Brown —Of course not, my dear. A child, you know, should be seen and not heard. —Judge. An Id«t. "The eyes, as the poet said, are the windows of the soul," said the moral izer. "Then I suppose spectacles are the storm windows of the soul, eh?" put in the demoralizer. — Puck. Why It Wat. Husband —Why do your clothes cost you a hundred dollars more this year than they did last? Aren't things cheaper? Wife—Yes, dear, that's just it. There are 60 many more bargains.—Judge. Bob's Wish. Bob was sledding. "Oh dear!" he sighed, as he pulled his sled up the steep hill, "I wish I owned a tame earth quake to turn this hill upside down for me whenever I wanted it to,"—Har t -i- ■■■■ "—^
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