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- ■■■■ "—^