VOL. XXX. lever Misrepresent Nor Try to Get Rich off one Customer, and Never Advertise | What You do Not Have. We bave something to say now that suits yon. Last winter when times were doll and manufacturers were pressed for cash we struck some special barpains which we are going to give you while they last. Look now quick. We have 46 very pretty Top Buggies that ordinarily would be worth SBO each, that we are selling at $65 each; and a lot worth S7O which we are selling at $55; a lot worth $55, we are selling at $33; a lot of nice worth $45, we are selling for $35; a lot of wagon harness wort h $22 we are selling at $lB per double set; another lot worth $35, we are sel ling »t S3O; a lot of buggy harness worth $6. we ate selling at $4.25 per set; •nother lot wcrth $lO, we are sellig for $8; another worth sl3, we are sel ling for $10; another worth sl6, we are selling for sl3; another worth S2O, we are railing "for sl6, Ac.; buggy collars worth $l5O, we are selling for II .00; team collars worth $2 00, we are selling for $1.25 each The above are Dot in our regalar wholesale line and want to close theoi out to make room, therefore these prices only Btand while the advertisement stands. We cannot get any more at these prices. Therefore come now and don't stand around all summer and then come and inquire for them for they will be gone and that very qnick too. They are here now, and many more bargains not above named. We want you and not somebody else to have them Hurry op now geta move on and very much oblige yoorself. Respectful I v. S. B. MARTINCOURT & CO. 128 E Jefferson St, BUTLER, PA , A Few Doors Above Hotel Lowry. HINTS FOR SHREWD BUYERS FROM Campbell & Templeton, Butler, I3?a. FURNITURE and OUEENSWARE. §DO YOU KNOW DO YOU KNOW That we have the largest DO YOU THINK Ve have a Complete stock of Baby Carriages. YOTT K \ T OW we visit the principal furniture ±J\J L\J fj markets of the United States each season and have a chance to select the best goods ? After reading the above haven't you about decided that it will pay you to buy from us ? Save money. Make your home attractive. Buy while the stock is complete. Visitors always Welcome. Mfg. Jennie E- Zimmerman. BARGAINS! BARGAINS! BARGAINS! My stock is now com plete, consisting of all the latest novelties in dress goods, millinery, wraps and notions, ladies' and gents' furnishing goods. Lace enrtains, portiers curtain poles, window shades, etc , at the lowest prices ever offered to the, public. Notice our specialties in different departments Dress Goods Department. New Whipcords, Bengalines, Serges. The ever reliable and once fiubionable Henriettas, in all :he new shades, such as Helio, Crevatte, Prone, Eviqae and Reseda Green. Black goods and Black Silks, India, Sarah, China and Changable Silks. Don't fail to ask to see our Millinery. Millinery Department. Millinery and Millinery material. You may depend upon getting the correct shape, color and styles at less prices than others can make. This Mason's styles are many and varied. All can be suited here—from grand ma down to the wee toddler can depend upon getting just what suits their age and style. Domestic Department. This department is full and replete with all the desirable fabrics in wash goods. Good brown muslin 5c ayard; fast colored prints, 5c a yard; best standard prints, 7£c a yard; genuine Lancaster Gingham at 6c a yard; fast colored black hose at 5c a pair. Latest novolties in white goods, white Swiss with oolored figures. Black lawns with satin stripes. Zephyr sat inet, the latest and coolest for summer wear. It is impossible to mention all the gooks comprised in this Dew and elegant stock. Call and be convinced that the latest styles and the lowest prices prevail at the popular store, corner of Main and Jefferson streets. MRS. JENNIE E. ZIMMERMAN. ARE ARE YOU YOU ALIVE AWARE TO YOUR THAT SHREWD OWN INTEREST? -©ftftST BUYERS OF CLOTH DO YOU REFLECT ING INSIST UPON HAV THAT YOU SHOULD ++t ING THE GARMENTS OF HAVE THE LATEST AND ++ THE MANUFACTURERS BEST THAT THE MAN- I WHERE STYLES AND MERIT UFACTURES PRODUCES ? | ARE CLEARLY STAMPED? We do not force upon you the production of inferior makers which differ as "Skim Milk does from Cream." We handle the best at lowest possible prices. DOUTHETT & GRAHAM, New Clothing House, Cor. Main and Cu.mingham Sts., Butler Pa rnsmimM • We are approaching the days of all the year, the days when the air is freighted with the perfumery of flowers, and everything is symbolic of Peace and Good Will. In this respect these days re semble onr ghoes. Their Good Will is shown by their willingness to stand by yoo.as long as yon stand in them. Quality, not price it cheapness, and we believe our prices quality considered to be the lowest in Butler. ROBINS BROS., 8. E. Corner of Diamond. • _ «. Butler, Pa. BUTLER CITIZEN. 1 ITHE KIND K ■ " Si FJIELFS .T. V, [ I.Li, ' £ 3 H TU Jackson, N. V. ■ ; "Scrofula and Salt Rheum ■ 3 P Of 25 Years Standing 1 , p ; bA BLOOO PURIFIER THAT CURES. I ~DANA SAKSAPARTM.A CO.. » (,y NTLtMr.N —I hrrtby certify t!iat I have Ixrn=gj SaeuCcrtr f r over tl.* yearn v;uh Hcrof-| lHulrt and Malt llhenm. Have c: .ployed se: HHruuiv Pi "■'* ina proprietary medicine®, blood purifier*. jite rati ret. B| . Ha«t 25years, nil of n» avail or l*on«*flt, mm = •';:(] hail given up hi.;:? that tin re mm any help for 9 Bim-. With v. r. little faith I pureiiasi ! a hottie of == your SARSAPAIULLA ->f my Drufryiit, which IH == i.'.rn guaranty- it I was n it Uncflied hejgH aSthouM refund the n» nry. I left tin- store think-53 *3B in? 1 should rail and jft nry moi.y lat< r. No hopcH| |fof any benefit as no medicine or tr.-atmert -<*n;c<i=3 ■to rt-ach my ca.« . I had : >t taken ir. ire than ==g onc-h:iU »t one bottle when to n.v s urpris- ig| =3fuuntl it was helping «n«*. Ilavc taken twos= ■bottles and am CI'RF.D. The Nerof.g| ula Horcn trc all healed and I fed like «■ =2= new man. I recommend ® DANA'S I | SARSAPARILLA F ■■to a!l who wi<h a Blood Purlller thata jc„r.„. fl WFXLS I H Ft- Jackjon, Si. LaTTtnc.- Co., N. Y. n == OEVr?:—Mr Well* Is weH-kno-wn in tti« ICC-™ ■■lion ami hl« htutcmcDl U far-.., 3 KflflwrlfHllT. IMA A. SMI J IT, g| Nicholrillt, N. V. B| Dana Sarsaparllla Co.. Belfast. Main*. =3 feed. For prices aDtl terms Ad dress, J W. MILLER, 131 Meretr St , Butler' Pa. SPRING STYLES READY. YOU WILL CERTAINLY HAVE A SUIT MADE TO ATTEND TJ IE WORLD'S FAIR. YOU CAN AF FORD IT, WHEN YOU SEE THE SPLEN DID ASSORT MENT OF MATERIAL, AND THE MOD ERATE PRICE AT WHICH WE MAKE YOU A SUIT THAT IS CORRECT TO THE LATEST DECREE OF FASHION. oss®Ti>> Aland's, Tailoring Establishment. C. Jkl). ALWAYS Take into consideration that money saved is as good as money earned. The best way to gave money is to buy good goods at the right price. The only reason that our trade is increasing constantly is the fact that we handle only goods of first quality and sell them at very low prices We have taken unusual care to provide everything new ia Hats and Furnishing Goods for this season, and as we have control of many especially good articles in both lines we can do you good if you come to us. We confidently say that in justice to themselves all purchasers should inspect our goods. Visit us. COLBERT & DALE, 242 S. Main street, Butler. Pa, Wall Paper CHEAP AS THE CHEAPEST, FINE AS THE FINEST. A/NZD 'Plie Choice of A.ll, -A.T J. H. Douglass' Two Doors North of Postoflice. NEW CUSTOM (JRIST MILL. I have placed in my Mill a first class Roller outfit for Buckwheat Flour. Also Roller Corn and Chopping Hill?, all the best the market offer?. Give us a trial, we'll do our best to give you a good turn out. Runnir/f? every day except Sunday. Wm, F. MILLER. 313 N. Washington St., Butler Fa, j I Adventures of Tad; j OR THE | HAPS AND MISHAPS OF A LOST SACHEL A Story for Young and Old. BY AaXK ir. CONVET7 AUTHOR OF " Pi-ppta ADAMS," "liv ows OUT TO SEA," "PAULGHAFTONV ETC. ■ [Copyrighted, i'iSS, by D. Lothrop <C Co., and PublUhed by Sped tl Arrangmtnt.] CHAPTER XV. Mr. Blossom's lips were tightly com pressed, as he glanced from the flying team to the distant village lights; for, though the sorrel mare was doing her best, it was very evident that she was beginning to be "winded;" whilo Brown Pete, driven at a less rate of •peed at the beginning of the journey, seemed nearly as fresh as ever. "You'd better pull up, Edwards I'm bound to have 30U," called Mr. ItioHom, in a strong, d»ar voice, thai rose aliovc t'io rattling wheels. "First e.at.'i j our hare," f-Tiouted a mocking vc.ie , r.s t!:o fi:>'-.ik(T, whose plumed hat had dropped off, turned »,:i the seat and looked back. 110 had snatched the from Joe's hands at the f:i-t indk-ulk.* : of pursuit, and was plying • .vliip itnmcrcifuUj*. while ./•»->, in 1: -iiig agony of terror at discovering i ho dangcro'ia character of I.;. j>;i■ had dropped into the ; bott ra of th« b: ;y. But J.«o v,'. • no coward, nv.d wa.» quicl;-v.-;*s: •! ivithid. As he heard the dclcf ti '. e'r, KHOTITC ! remark and un- ! pleasa?:' • mipituion*.- reply,hoh'-.-itaU'd ; or.o brief sccotid, and then, reaching up, fe iz -d the right-'sand roign in both bands pulling or. it with til lils I strength. Of cour , the inevitable result fol ! lowed. Mro'.vn Pete swerved wildly to the right - the forward wheel turned | under tho buggy-bottom, nnd ! "craiiip.Vi," wliic'i caused the buggy itself to turn over with suipris <c- "Gl'SlE THE SACHEL!" rANTED TAD. ing suddenness that Joe went flj'ing into a small duck puddlo by tho road side, while Edwards—skirts, cloak and all—sailed impetuously over a fence, and landed in a iield beyond it. Mr. Blossom, with a joyous exclama tion, began to pull up (lie sorrel mare —no easy task, I can assure }ou. And Tad, who, ilosj ite bis excite ment, had never taken his eyes from the ono object of pursu't, uttered a cry; for, before tho buggy came to a full stop, ho saw Edwards gathering himself up and starting in a ridiculous run across tho field. • IT., nhrt'n't gft nwny!" rripd Tad. whoso nerves, wrought up to the highest pitch, would have ventured any thing to save the prize, so nearly within their grasp. Before the words had left his lips. Tad hud slipped over the back of the buggy, scaled the fence like a squirrel and was following close at Edwards' heels, while Mr. Blossom's nimble feet were gaining the fence it self. Like most boys. Tad was a good runner, while Edwards, encumbered by the clinging skirts, mado very in different progress, even though holding them as high as he could! And in an other moment Tad had seized the end of the long circular, which was stream ing out behind like black wings. "Gi'me the saehel!" panted Tad, and with the words the cloak-clasp parted —Tad fell 011 the back of his head, holding the fur-lined circular in big hand, while Edwards plunged forward —caught his foot in the front breadths of Mrs. Mason's best black silk, and went down 011 his nose in a highly un dignified manner. When Tad regained his feet, Mr. Blossom was rather humorously re garding a very shame-faced individual attired in a torn and mud-stained black silk dress, which entirely failed to conceal a pair of very masculine boots and trouserS. Mr. Edwards' wrists were adorned with steel hand cuffs, and his features wore such a downcast look that Tad's tender heart was touched. "If he'll only give tho rest of the things up, hadn't you better let him go, Mr. Blosso*u?'' suggested Tad, in a low tone; but the detective shook his head. "He's wanted in Boston, for some thing more serious than stealing," said Mr. Blossom, gravely. And then ho handed Tad the recovered sachel, to gether with Mrs. Mason's jewelry, which he had taken from Edwards' pocket with professional dexterity. "If there's any reward offered for all this, you've earned your share of it," the detective remarked; and then the three made their way back in compar ative silence. Joe had fished himself from the duck puddle, unharnessed Brown Pete from the overturned vehicle, which was not badly damaged, and when the singular trio regained him in tho road, ho was scraping himself with a stick, while the two horsfcs, carefully blank eted, stood, with drooping heads and reeking sides, by the roadside. "Well, by gracious! this beats nil tho rides ever I took!" said Joe, as ten minutes later, with Tad at his side, ho drovo slowly toward Bixport, whilo the detective followed close behind, With his captive. "Mo, too!" returned Tad, who was holding tho recovered sachel very tightk-. "Won't folk's eyes stick cUlt, though, when they come to hear all about it, to-morrow!" and Tad replied tnat ho rather guessed so, and then, opening his heart, ho told his companion the whole storr, from beginning to end, at which recital, as the stories say, Joe's astonishment can better be Imagined than described. Bixport was in a wild state of fer ment when they arrived. The story of tho robbery, with somo marvelous em bellishments had spread like wildfire. A real criminal and an actual de tective in their midst! No one, after this, would ever dare to call Bixport "a little, sleepy, one-horse town," such laving been tho reproach onco cast .ipon it by ;i re ddent of Middloboro. Leaving Joo explaining to the won icrii;/ crowd that had assembled be fore Potter's, t!u ir joint share in the Cl' . ; incident cf the evening, Tad, bugging the saehel under ono arm, I «vl)ifo the oilier was tlyowy the I TUTTLER, FRIDAY. MAY 5, 1893. ! circular cloak, hurried, with joyous »lep ; . back to Miss Smith's, j Bursting Impetuously into the sit ting-room, where eat the little com pany, to which Mr. Mason, who had gloomily returned from an unsuccess ful search /or a deputy sheriff, had Joined himself, Tad tossed tho long to,t sach'.-l into the lap of Mr. Ather l.iii, tb :vl>y o.i: Mm to drop the .• ,ie had been j < upside down, and, v. itli it, his dignified reserve to such an c-xtcut that he exclaimed: "Gracious goodness," for which he at once apologized, r.s his trembling lingers applied tho littlo key to tho kcp-liolo; whilo Tad, with bis politest bow, presented astonished Mrs. Mason with her recovered jewelry and tho fur-lined circular. '•juu anas ivas allmi'd, nuistridilUd from top to bottom, or Fd brought that, too," ho auded, as Mrs. Mason, with an exclamation of delight, re ceived her recovered property; while her husband gazed at smiling Tad in a dazed sort of way, and whistled softly to himself, as one whose feelings were too deep for adequate expression. "Tad, j on're a- a jewel!" said Miss Smith, energetically; and very much to Tad's astonishment, but to his secret gratification, tho maiden lady im printed a sounding kiss upon his blush ing cheek, while Captain Flagg shook hands with him vigorously, with a muttered reference to ehainin' up a child in tho way lio'd ought to go, so's when he's old he won't go to strayin 1 off. Polly said nothing in words, but rejoicing sparkled in her eyes, and praise was apparent in her i beaming smiles. With the list in one hand Mr. Atherton was rapidly run ning over the contents of the alligator skin sachel. "Gold star pendant, solitaire drops, diamond ring, bracelet and papers— mn—yes, every thing seems to be here," he said, with a look of intense satis faction, as, dropping tho list into the mouth of the bag, which lie carefully reloeked, the dignified gentleman re garded the company with something like affability. "Regarding tho matter of—or—re ward," continued Mr. Atherton, draw ing a bulky note-case from his pocket, and glancing benignsntly at Tad, who stood in awkward silence, whilo all present looked on expectantly, "I feel pleased to be able to bestow it upon so —a—worthy a—cr—youth as tho one to whom it rightly belongs," selecting as he spoke some crisp bank-notes from their receptaole, and placing them on the light stand; "and," with a gracious inclination of his head to Miss Smith, "I may venture to prophesy that, if he heeds the teachings of the estimable lady whose acquaintance I have been fortunate enough to make in this unex pected manner, he will eventually rise to —er —a position of—of—it may be Presidential honor—who knows?" And satisfied that he had said about the correct thing, Mr. Atherton gathered up his belongings, and, re cognizing the remainder of tho inter ested party by a comprehensive bow, took his departure for the hotel with great inward exultation; nnd as he left ear' on the following morning, he thus passes out of my story. CHAPTER XVI. The Flaggs, in a high state of pleas urable excitement—all talking very fast—united in congratulating Tad so warmly on his good fortune that it was some little time before they left Miss Smith's houso for their own home. Theu Mr. Mason and his wife must perforce hear the strange adventures of the alligator skin sachel, from the very beginning, and receive from his lips a truo and unembcllished account of the pursuit and capture of the wily Edwards, from whom had been so successfully recovered the fur-lined cloak, which had played its part in the story, to all of which they listened with expres sions of unfeigned interest and wonder. "It did me a good turn once," con cluded Tad, in reference to tho articlo in question; "now I've done it one." And he steadfastly rtfuscd to listen to the gentleman's proffer of a money re ward, to Miss Smith's secret satisfac tion, till Mr. Mason, with a great show of affected indignation, tossed a bill on the table, beside the others, and told Tad to take it aud give it to foreign missions or to tho soldiers' monument fund—he didn't care which, or, if he thought better of it, he might put it in the savings-bank.—As for himself the money might lie there forever —h» wouldn't touch it again. And, sum moning Mrs. Mason, who, in her grat itude gave Tad a hearty good-night kiss, her husband went to his room, and banged tho door behind him very hard, as though he were nngry. "Well, Tad," said Miss Smith, put ting on her glasses and glancing at the pilo of bills on the table, "this lias been one of tho days, hasn't it? Five hundred and—fifty dollars!" she ex claimed, taking up the bill left by Mr. Mason. "Well, well!" "It's too much, every way," returned Tad, who hardly knew whether ho was on his head or his heels. "Tain't too much," snapped Miss Smith. "That Atherton man, who ac's as though his spine was froze stiff, orter give you an even thousand bis self. Look at them di'munds—sixty live hundreu dollars w'ith and riskin' your life to eapter' 'em back from that bloodthirsty bu'glar!" "I wish. theu. vou'd take the nionev. ind put it somewherea in the bank (vhero yours is," finally said Tad,: who already was beginning to realizo ivhn.t the French call "the embarrass ment of riches." "May he that would bo best," re turned Miss Smith, thoughtfully; "but I must give you some sort of a writing to show for it, in case any thing liiip penii to me." "Oh, dear!" sighed Tad, "what should I do if any thing did happen to you, I'd never find anybody else in the whole world I should like to work for as I do for you." Miss Smith was strangely moved by this simple appeal, but she bad, as sho expressed It, "broke down," once that evening, and didn't propose to again. So sho mado no re ply, but busied herself in getting out writing materials; rather to Tad's dis appointment, for he had almost dared to hope for somo littlo manifestation of tho tenderness that bo knew lay under Miss Smith's crusty exterior. Turning tho lamp up a little higher, Miss Smith sat down to write, and, after considerable mental effort, suc ceeded in drawing up the following re ceipt: '•Bixport, Juno 23, 137—. "This certifies tii.-t I Ithoda A. Smith liavo this day Kecc'vcd live hundred and llfty dol lars. To he deposited with my Money in Mid dloboro Bank, 'flu tamo (ESO, <!ols being t!ie property of" "What is your whole name, child," asked Miss Smith, suspending her pen over tho paper after writing the word "of." "Thaddeus Thorne, mum," replied Tad. " What!" exclaimed Miss Smith, drop i ing the pen. j "Thaddeus Thorne," repeated Tad, a I little louder. i "Ob. Lord!" said Mis.-; Smith, anu -tared at Tad so wildly that he almost f< ar*d the events of the day had affected her brain a very little. "What was jour mother's name?" Miss Smith again asked, in a curiously repressed tone. "Margarita Consuelo Smith." Tad returned; a little hesitatingly, for it had a rather romantic sound, and he feared slio might laugh at it. "Any relations living?" inquired Miss Smith, iu the same constrained manner. Tad shook his head. "I suppose I've got an Aunt Rhoda somewhere," he said, slowly, "but she w*s mad at mother for marrying father, and never wrote her or any thing, and mother never said much about her" "Oh, Tad!— Tad!" cried Miss Smith, throwing up her arms, "God knows 1 didn't meau to bo cruel—it was my hateful proud-epiritedness did it, and then, the first thing I heard, Margie — my own sister!—was dead, and it was too late!—too late!" And drawing the bewildered boy's fresh face against her own thin sallow features, wet with re morseful tears. Miss Smith told him that she was the Aunt Kboda whom he had never known, and that henceforth, please God, he should be to her as an own son. "And now, Tad," said his aunt, after the long talk that ensued, "it's nigh twelve o'clock, and time you was in bed long ago, after such a" "Rat-tat-tat!" went the knocker. "It never rains but it pours," re marked Miss Smith, lighting a candle, "and I wonder what's coming now!'' Stepping into tho entry, she called: "Who's there, and what do you want?" 1 "It's me—Joo Whitney!—l want to see Tad a minute," piped a well-known voice, through the key-hole. Miss Smith uttered an exclamation of disgust. "Well, I'm going to bed—you can let him in for a few minutes. Tad, though I don't see, for the life of me, how Deacon Whitney and his wifo can reconcile it to conscience to 10t that Joe go trapsiu' about at this time o' night," said Tad's aunt, shortly. But she kissed her nephew very ten derly, despite her acid tones, and hur ried away lest Joe's observing eyes should sec the marks of her recent emo tion on her face. AUNT BHODA. Tad drew back the bolt, and opened the door. There stood Joe, dressed in his Sunday clothes, with a small bun dle slung over his shoulder, after the manner of a dramatic sailor about leav ing home for a sea-voyage. "Come out here. Tad," whispored Joe; and, too much astonished to speak, Tad followed his friend out on the moonlit piazza. "I come to say good-bye—l'm going to run away," said Joe, in a voice in tended to be very firm and bra"e, but which had a suspicious shake in it, as he involuntarily glanced back at the farm-house a little further do" 'i the street, bathed in tho soft splenaors of the moonbeams. "Going to run away!" repeated Tad, in tones of the utmost astonishment. "What for?" "Well," was tho reluctant answer, "there are a good many reasons. I'm tired of being thrashed so much, for one thiner." said Joe, squirming around rather uneasily, as though he found fitting on tho edgo of tho piazza iiti jomfortablo, "and I'm tired of farm ivork, too. Besides," ho added, boldly, "I want to bo u detective—Mr. Blos som said he'd bet I'd make a real smart ono." "Then, bine-bye, you'll be goin' off," continued Joe, mournfully, as Tad stared at his friend iu consternation too deep for words, "and you're the only fellow I ever cared any thing for, any way." "No, indeed, I won't!" eagerly ex claimed Tad; "I'm going to stay here nnd grow up —Miss Smith's my own Aunt Rhody, that I never saw—we only found it out by accident." And Tad mJalci} all, with which our reader is familiar, to Joe's open-mouthed amazement. A little silence fell upon them both as Tad related his story. The crickets chirped in tho grasa and there was a distant cliorous of frog music from the neighboring swamp. "Joe," said Tad, gently, "what do you 3'pose your mother would do with out her boy?" That was touching a tender spot. Joe loved his mother better than any thing or anybody iu the wide world, and Joe was the very apple of her eye. Tho boy drew his slcovc across his face, whilo the visions of being a detective ■were entirely obscured by some trouble some tears. "Couie, old fellow," continued Tad, throwing his anu about his friend's neck, "you know yon don't mean it. Why, it would just about kill your folks to have you go off this way; and then what would 1 do, if yon should run away?" "1 gness I won't go, after all," said Joe, brokenty, and the de termination cheered him wonderfully. In five minutes he was chuckling over the incidents of Edward's capture, and the conversation became general. "But I tell you, Joe," Tad remarked, as he rose to his feet, "seems to me I'vo been getting considerable mor'n my share of good things, for one day— five hundred and fifty dollars, and Aunt Rhoda into the bargain." "It hasn't been such a bad day all round, when you come to think of it," responded Joe, with his customary grin. "There was Mr Atherton got his sachel. Mis. Mason her cloak and things, Cap'n and Mis' Flagg has got somethin' to talk about, Miss Smith got hysterics, Mr. Blossom got Edwards, Edwards opt caught, and I," said Joe, as a fine summing up, "got a ride—ten dollars from Mr. Blossom for upsetting a buggy—and a jolly good lickin' for drivin' a stable-team, when I'd been told not to." And Joe, with a lightened heart and a friendly nod, stole back to the shelter I of the paternal roof, reaching his chamber in safety; whilo Tad sought his own little room, where, with a very full heart, he knelt by his bedside and thanked the Good Father of all mercies for the wonderful way in which He had directed his boyish steps. Then Tad ; undressed «pd W£l»t to bed, just as the J I tall clock down-stairs struck twelve, | and thus ended the day of so many I wonderful events. Thus, too, my simple story is Tirtaal ly ended—with the future of its charac ters I have nothing now to do. At the | present time— Tad Thorne is an active, growing I boy, of good principles and industrious 1 habits, a capital «cholar, and a source of constant comfort and companionship t to —- Miss Rhoda Smith, who seems to hare ; grown ten years younger since the events of which I have been writing. She has formally adopted Tad, and is > more proud of him even than is— Captain Flagg, who looks upon him self—to use his own words—as "the 1 instermont, under Providence, which was the means of interducin' Tad to : , his Aunt Rhody." He has. at the : earnest request of his wife and adopted ' daughter, abandoned his perilous call- j | ing, and turned over tho command of the coaster to Ephraim—now Cap'n Small. Polly Flagg is growing up into one j ' of the nicest girls I ever knew. That i ; she has never been able to discover any i I thing further as to her parentage 1 gives her no uneasiness —in fact, she gives it little thought. l>cing a healthy, sensible young miss, with no romantic fancies as to "mysterious birthrights" and the like. She is trying to live so that in the fullness of God's time she shall meet her own angel mother, who so long ago was laid under the daisies which nod above the green mounds in Bixport ehureh-yard. Mean while, her love for good Mrs. Flagg and the Captain grows even stronger as the days go on; while they, on their part, know no difference between Polly and a child of their own flesh aud blood. And that Polly and Tad are the ' best of friends goes without saying, while they seem to exercise a sort of joint proprietorship in Bounce, who grows bigger, more affectionate, know ing and gruff-voiced every week, while— Joo Whitney is really getting to be more tractable and less mischievous; and since the deacon discovered some how that his son came very near for saking the paternal roof, it is said he is not nearly as severe with him, particu larly after knowing that Joe's inten tion in running away was not only to escape the parental chastisement, but that he might adopt the hazardous calling of— Detective Blossom, who received a substantial reward for his capture of— Jones—Edwards—Forrest, now serv ing the State for his many misdt ids, and thus having abundant opportunity for reflection. Let us hope that, realizing by actual experience that the way of tho transgressor is hard, he will, whoa released from imprisonment, turn over k now leaf, and lead an honest life alt srward. Tims my littlo amateur drama of in jidents in roal lifo has drawn to a close. And now with the principal actors, who hand in hand step before the foot lights, let me make my own bow to an imaginary audience for their "kind in dulgence." and, Btcpping back, allow the curtain to fall upon the final act of THE ADVENTURES Of TAD. What Prof. Garner Heard. First Monkey (as dude with a mon ocycle In one eye approaches cage)— Duffy, what do you caU it? Second Monkey—Bleat if I know, Cully. How did it (ret in? "Didn't see it come in. Say, that isn't one of those things what descended from ns monkeys, is it?" "Kaw; de old orang-outang in dat other cage is some relation o' him." - Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. The True State or Alkln. "Good morning. Tommy. 7» your father in?" "No. He's gone to the dentist's." "To the dentist's?" "Yes—to have ma's teeth seen to." "Oh, indeed!" "Yes; but ma is In herself, if you'd like to see her."—Drake's Magazine. She Saw the Point. Beggar(to dude with young lady)— Please, mister, ffimme a cent? Dude (angrily) Aw, go away, I haven't any cents. Young lady smiles and dude doesn't know why.—Texas Sittings. i I Philadelphia'* Mew Name. "Charley Dingbats caUs Philadelphia ( th« City of Sisterly Love." "Why so?" "Because so many girls there have promised to be sisters to him." —Des 1 Moines Argonaut. Without Recourse. "Poor Jlmson; he's housekeeping, and he tells me ho has an awful tlma with his cook." "Why doesn't he discharge her?" "Can't; you see he married her."— ' Chicago Record. On Guard. "Tom," she whispered, nestling on [ his shoulder, "have you found your ideal?" "Well, if I haven't," was his guarded j answer, "I've found a mighty good sub stitute."—J udge lie Wanted to Know. "The only thing left now," said the ' Counsel to his client, "is the judge's J charge." 5 "How much is it likely to be?" asked | the client, anxiously.—Truth. A SLAVE TO FABHION. Mr. Casey—Phat are yez doin', Mrs. Casey, wid me umbrell'? Mrs. Casey—Sure, Mike, I'm gettin' the frame ready for me crinoline dress. I want to be in shtyle wid the rist av thim. —Truth. A Consoling Thought. Queen Lll U deposed, as everyone knows, But her position Is yet sublime; For the poets may swear and tear their hair, But they can't put her name In rhyme. -Puolt True to Life. Autnor —Well, what do you think of my new drama? Friendly Critic—Splendid! The vil- ■ lain in particular is admirably por trayed. The very words he utters are stolen:—Life. Exqulslteness. Miss Thin—Don't yem think my new dress is just exquisite? They all say so. Fannie — O, lovelyl I think that dress maker of yours could make a clothes- ( pole look quite graceful.—Brooklyn ' Eagle. Papa's Boot. She said farewell to that young man; f It seemed to do no good. Her father came and said It once And then he understood. - -rtVfrahlflgton Star. s DIAMOND MINING. The pr»rni }ty which lb* OMU Art UM>ln><l la South Aflrtaa. In an Interview with a reporter, J. 0. Dooliillc, of Co!<>r:ulo Springs, who lias spoilt m.iuy years in the diamond fields of Africa, said: "Tlic process of mining fur diamonds is mucli diflervnt to the ideas tho people of America have of mining. It is not carried on as sim ilar work would i-roLaoly bo done in this country. They' don't siuk shafts and honey-comb the Imvrcisof the earth . into lone tunnels ar.d little chambers. Diamond claim* arc most goiierullv j about three hundred yard» square, and every inch of the dirt in that *i>ace is , Jug up, carefully looked through and then carted away. The richest stones ' are found in a l>ed of clay about two I hundred feet below the surface, but the | earth from tho top dowu to the «lay is ! studded more or !c-s with clusters con sequently that is the reason miners ex ; cavatc their entire claim instead of | sinking shafts. The industry is very ; expensive, therefore the men who do ! the digging make very little money j out of it as compared to the I diamond merchants and traders. | They arc the men who make the fortunes. In answer to a question he admitted that natives were hired to do tho work, but a.s a general rule they are so indolent and unreliable that op erations proceed very slowly. "Does it get hot in the mines? Well. I should say. It would roast the life out of a white man." When the fields near Kimberley, in Griqualand West, were first discovered, an attempt was made to work them with white incn, but it soon proved disastrous, ami the opera tors were compelled to employ native negroes, Zulus and Basutos. They stood the heat all right, but became such consummate thieves that the claim owners lost considerable money through them for a long time at first. They would conceal the stones about their person and at night carry them out. Finally a law adopted and put into force compelling the diggers to work without clothing of any kind on them. This for a time proved to be of little benefit, and the bosses were puzzled to find some scheme that they could use that would prevent the rob beries. It was discovered, after de priving the diggers of their clothing, that they could conceal stones between their toes, keep them there all day and get away with them at night. Now every man's feet are carefully exam ined wheu he leaves the mines of an evening, and no more robberies are perpetrated.' 1 When asked how miners Judged the value of a diamond in the rough, Mr. Doolittle replied that every firm kept a supply of alum on hand, and all specimens are compared with lumps of that material, and the closer a stone resembles the color of alum the more valuable it is considered. The stones, however, always have a peculiar shape. They are either eight or ten-sided, run to a point, and one side of the point is in variably flat. Nowadays the product of these particular mines is sold at Kimberley, a-town that has sprung up near there, where many London mer chants have located. A few diamond cutters have also opened shops there and do a good business. The market there is generally active, and miners receivo their own price, but that is reg ulated by the customary opinion of those who claim to be judges. But the diamond cutter is the only man who can judge the real value of a stone. The miners go to the deal ers with their products divided into two classes, and then they sell at 60 to 125 and as high as 150 shillings a stone. The dealer who buys divides his purchases into four classes, and generally puts tho price up on the very best stones, so that he realizes about double what he paid. By the time a stone goes through the cutter's lianda. is mounted and placed on the market, it has reached a figure six or eight times larger than the mlper realized. Mr. Doolittle said that he was in Kim berley when the great Rhode stone was found, and a dealer there offered Mr. R:.< lej £125,000 for a half interest in it, but ho refused to accept the offer. The stone would not bring that amount now, but its owner has made a great deal of money off of it exhibiting it through Europe. The stone is said to be about the size of a hen's egg. Very often specimens that have every ap pearance of being diamonds of the first water prove to be entirely worthless and crumble to pieces in a very short time after being exposed to the ait. Out aha Republican. Plantation Philosophy. We'se alius ap' ter make er mistake consarniu' dc showy pusson. Some men 'peers ter carry a light wld 'em tvhar eber da go, an' thinkin' dat da ken 'complisli mos' any thing, we pips sur faith ter 'em, neglectin' de dull lookin' man; but when de hard test :omes, de dull-lookin' man ken, nine limes outen ten, grab er 'portant p'int looner.— Arkansaw Traveler. —Gallant.— He (insinuatingly! ' This pattern will suit your compiex on exactly, madam." She (anxious ly)—" Will it wrinkle?" He (injure - y)—*«l said it would suit your com plexion, my dear madam."— Tid-BiU. Ha Did. She—You used to say before we were married that you would give up your life for me. He—Well, didn't I? I haven't had any life since we were married.—N. Y. Herald. Tbaj All Do It. Mrs. Minks—Mrs. Leldem is aging very rapidly. Mrs. Binks —Yes, poor thing. She is worrying herself gray trying to look young.—N. Y. Weekly. Thorn Cnder the Bote. Edith—Mr. Chatterly was the life of the company last night. Jack—Maybe; but he was the death of the other fellows who wanted to talk.—Truth. A Difference. "My gracious! what does your father keep such an ugly dog as that for?" "Oh, just for company, he says." "Deah me—for h-his or yo-yours?" — Judge. The Seeret. It you'd bare reputation For being wise and bright, Look solemn as all creation And keep your mouth shut tight —Chicago News Record. Getting Into the Right Bet. Kitty—lsn't it wonderful how well Jack gets along on a small salary? Tom (guardedly)—Ah, well, you see, he owes a great deal to his friends* Brooklyn Life. A Mystery Explained Wool—How do you suppose Queen Liliuokalanl got her strange nagne? Van Pelt—Her mother may have hit on it by accident while learning the typewriter.—Life. Too Much of a Good Thing. Quericus —What do you think of the government for issuing the new stamps? Cynlcus—Think, it rather spreads Ik self. —Truth •OWN TO A HAPPY FATt •W reeelaa Cat Chertafaed ud BaipatM in Ilia Natl™ Uad. The Persian cat is born to the hap piest fate of auy of his family, for, ac cording to the tales of travelers, he is, in his native land, not only loved and cherished, not only well treated, but thoroughly respected, and he has an acknowledged position and rights. In form the bewitching Persian does not greatly differ from the Angora, hat ♦he tail In tnneh more effective, for the longest and the thickest-set hairs be ing at the tip they form a magnificent plume, which the dignified owner car ries proudly creet, waving it in the air as he mores. In his splendid silky coat is not a trace of woolliness, and it clotlies the graceful ereature from the tips of his ears to the well "feath ered" toes, writes Olive Thorne In Har per's liazar. Unless some undreamed-of feline marvel shall yet be unearthed, this an imal must forever bo regarded as the perfect flower of the domestic cat family. Not only does he easily sur pass nil his competitors in beauty and grace, but he possesses charms of dis position and manner, and dignity of bearing; and while most affectionate and loving, is still self-respecting and independent. The love of liberty is the ruling pas sion of the Persian, as it is of the Angora. Every one of the long-haired, indeed, delights in long, solitary tramps. It seems impossible to cure them of the desire; and what a cat real ly desires he generally succeods in get ting, sooner or later. To own one of these most attractive and most costly pets in the city, where thieves abound, is to live a life of constant anxiety and watchfulness. Only those who have kept guard over a sly and cunning human lunatic, ever plotting to es cape. can appreciate the vigilance nec essary for his safety. Yet, in spite of this, or ornamental and so beautiful is the gentle creature that few who are able to do so can deny themselves the pleasure of owning one. IS THE EARTH SOLID? Variooi Theories, Some of Them of m Contrary Showing. A very large part of the educated public believes that the earth is a mol ten globe superticially enveloped by a chilled crust, and a magazine article in bupport of such a theory has recently attracted much attention. A very large part of the natural philosophers consider it most probable that the rocks at and near the surface of the globe would expand in melting. If the earth were thus constituted a time would come when the solid crust would crack from its own weight or from some moderate internal disturbance; and then block after block of the crust, region after region of the world we know and love so well wonld plunge slowly and heavily to meet the rising, molten flood, while whirlwinds of scalding steam would shroud perishing humanity. It would require a Dante to do justice to the tragic side of this theme, says a writer in the North American Review. A hard-hearted physicist would sim ply remark that a crust of such dimen sions resting on a fluid of inferior den sity is in unstable equilibrium; the rest being an evident consequence. Statements such as this are commonly considered as extremely uninteresting; but the Dantesque view of the subject has been indicated sufficiently to show that the earth's interior is within the sphere of human interest. Aside from ignoble fears there seem*, scarcely any topic better suited to ex cite a legitimate intellectual interest among men than this most fundamer tal question concerning that littl planet, our world. Is it a molten glob with a pellicle of cool dry land or is i> really terra firma, a solid earth? GOOD PHOTOGRAPHERS. The Artistic Requirementa of a Thorough Craftsman of the Camera. The number of steps in the process of making a photograph which call for the exercise of the same artistic powers that must be possessed by the painter will be surprising, says a writer in tl. ■ New England Magazine. The artis'- photographer must select his picture with reference to its composition of lines, masses of light, shade and tex ture. By his choice of lens he deter mines the width of angle or the scop • of the picture. In focusing and dk phragming he divides his definition and his vagueness to suit the require ments of his sense of pictorial beauty. His development is almost as Individ ual as the painter's brush, which chooses between the minute exactness of a pre-Raphaelite or a Dusseldorf canvas and the poetic vagueness of a Corot. In printing he has a wide range of expression. He may use the gloss of albumenized paper, the rough surface of Whatman's drawing board, the lustrous sheen of Japanese papers, or the rich depth of a carbon film Al though confined to monochrome, the various toning baths and the pigments of carbon films open to him an infinite variety of colors, comprising the lusters of gold, silver, platinum and other metals, deep charcoal blacks, and the chalk reds of Botticelli. It is, however, not the wealth of materials BO much as the artistic discrimination in the use of them which is illustrated by the amateur work of to-day, and in which progress is now being made. Professional AdTlce. Most people are aware, says Life, that it is the custom of turf gentlemen to settle their accounts every Monday at Tattersall's. It was on one of these occasions that a backer, by an over sight, paid his bookmaker a betting debt which he had settled already. This put the "bookie" in a mental M .x as to what would be the best course for him to take. "Shall I rob my wife and family," he argued with himself, "and return the money; or shall I keep it and go about with a seared con science?" Unable to decide the point himself, ho sought the advice of a brother professional of greater experi ence. "Paid you twice over, did he?" said the latter" "Ask him for it again!" Turning His Talents to Ufa. "Mr. Freshman," said tho editor In chief, "do you make a specialty of any particular branch of editorial writ ing?" "Yes, sir," answered the new man on the staff, eagerly. "I have given special attention and much thought to the treatment of palreontological sub jects, historical criticism and compara tive philology." "H'm! You surprise me, Mr. Fresh man," rejoined the editor. "You may turn In, if you please, a half column or so on the necessity of raising less cotton and more hogs down south." —Chicago Tribune. Could Not See. Husband—You've been worrying i»e for five years because you weren't as well dressed as Mrs. Nexdoor. Wife—Well? "Well, he's failed -r can't pay his debts." "Did he owe you anything?" "No." "Humph! I can't see what that has to do with my clothes." —N. Y. Weekly. A Candid Admission, Retired Milkman—You will excuse me, but I can't bear to shake hands. New Acquaintance lndeedl Why not? Retired Milkman (weeping)— lt al ways reminds me of the movement of the old pump I was associated with in mr jonwir fliYfc-wXflflH N0.26
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