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.
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HHruuiv Pi "■'* ina
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Ha«t 25years, nil of n» avail or l*on«*flt, mm
= •';:(] hail given up hi.;:? that tin re mm any help for 9
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your SARSAPAIULLA ->f my Drufryiit, which IH
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aSthouM refund the n» nry. I left tin- store think-53
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|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 «■
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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
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