VOL. XXX.
BICKELS
Grand Bargain Sale
.
Still continues and will continue
until we have sold out our stock of
Sample Boots and Shoes and Oxfords
Bargain seekers should not miss this Grand Bargain Sale a« we cr
offering greater bargains than ever before.
Having received a large line of ladies fiaa shoes and oxfords, I am p"e
pared to show a better selection thin ever before, an 1 pricas mach i )W->r .
Ladies Fine Russia Bluchers at $2 00 to $4.00.
" " " Oxfords at SI.OO to $2.25
" •' Chocolate Oxfords and Biucber style at $2.25.
" Hac 1 Turn Oxford and Southern ties at $2.50.
Ladies fine Dongola Shoes hand turn> STYI FS
" " " " " welt)
Misses Fir e Dongola Shoes at SI.OO to $2.50.
'■ School Shoes 75c to $1 25
" Tan or Red Shoes at SI.OO.
" ' " Oxfords at 90c.
CHILDREN'S SHOES AND OXFORDS ALL COLORS.
Infant Shcej at 18c to 50c.
We Stand |foi* Quality.
MEN'S FINE SHOES.
Oar Men's fine shoes are more varied in styles this year than ever be
fore, Fu! ck of men's fine Tan shoes in Lace or Blocher styles.
Men's fine patent leather shoes in lace and congress, plain toe aud tips.
Men'sJ fine Calf, Cordovan, Kangaroo and Porpoise shoes in all styles
and at low prices.
Men's low cu. shoes in Oxfords and Southern ties in Tau color or of
Calf and Kangaroo stock.
Boys' Tan Blachers at $1.50. Fino shoes, lace congress or bntton
at $1.25 to $3 00 per pair.
Onr stock of men's and boys's working shoes is larger than ever before.
NOTE THE PRICES-
Men's kip aboc.s 75c to $1.25.
Men's grain sloes SI.OO and upwards.
Men's grain box toe Bhoes at $1 50 and $2 00.
Men's kip and calf box toe shoes $1 50 to $2,00.
Men's fine calf dress boots at $2.00, full stock of o : ir own make-
Boot and Shoe Repairing Neatly Done.
COMPLETE STOCK Of LEATHER and FINDINGS,
"When in need of anvthins? in mv line give
me a call.
JOHN BICKEL.
128 South Main Street Butler. Pa.
Spring and Summer Footwear!
You might just as well have the first selection from our
new stock of shoes, slippers and Oxfords. Some of the
new styles we are showingthis season in fine goods are fetch
ing. The large and well selected line of
LADIE S SHOES AND OXFORDS
are worthy of special mention; however, we will only state
that you will be pleased with their style and fit, and we are
selling the very prettiest styles at prices ranging from 75c to
jLight colors will predominate in
Children's Footwear
this season. Call and see the pretty things we are showing
in Tan and Chocolate Colored Oxfords and Blutchers. We
have more and prettier styles for little ones to select from
now than ever before.
SHOES FOR GENTLEMEN.
In regard to our new goods for gentlemen, we wish simply
to state that we have exercised our usually care in their se
lection. We have all the newest and latest styles in men's
and boys' wear. We feel confident that we can suit you
not only in the shoes but as to the price.
AL. RUFF, 141 S. Main St.
N. B..—Just now our BARGAIN COUNTER is quite a
feature. Almost all the goods on it are marked at less
than half price.
r s™£sFoß EVERYBODY.
An immense exhibit of spring shoes. All
YOUR FEET CAN BE the latest shades in tan goat and Russia
• PITTED WITH calf, newest tips aud styles of lasts. We
HUSELTON'S SHOES. show everything in the line. Footwear
worth the having—but no trash.
LADIES' FINE SHOES.
Never have shown to our customers so many new and beautiful Jstyles
as we are showing this spring, we are drawing customers every day bv the
power of low prices bAcked with good quality. There i 3 uothing'in a low
prim unless the quality is back of it.
LADIES' FINE SHOES.
All the 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
SI.OO, $1.25, $1.40, $1 .50 and $2.00, tip or plain toe,common sense opera or
Phil's, 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
ets. np Pine dongola patent tip spring heel, 12-2 only SI.OO. Misses' and
children's oxfords all colors. Infants soft sole shoes in colors. Children's
■hoes 25 cts. to 50 cts.
MEN'S FINE SHOES.
New attractions in high grade goods of the latest make, sound in
quality, thßy are straight square bargains every one of them, and at a close
rrice. Men's brogans only 70 cts and SI.OO " Men's fine shoes with tip at
1.00 and $1.25. Men's fine shoes extra nice at only $1.50. Men's fine
shoes genuine calf fine only $2.00 In lace and congress tip or plain, then
our tan bluchers and patent calf are beauties, goodyear welts and hand
sewed in calf and cordovan at $2.50 and up.
IN BOY'S AND YOUTH'S SHOES
We lead ae usual in style, quality aud low prices. Boy's fino button or lace
at SI.OO and $1.25, siz*s 3to s£. Youth's fine shoes at 75 and SIOO.
Full line Men's box toe heavy shoes in grain and kip at $2.00. Kip
box toe boots, three soles, long leg, at $3.00 and 3 50. Repairing all kinds
done at reasonable prices. Came and see lor yourself.
B. C. HUSELTON.
» SPRING.
We are approachiug the days of all tho year, the days whsn 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 our shoes Their Good Will is shown by their willingness
to stand by you. as lon<» as you stand in them. Quality, not price
is cheapness, and we believe our prices considered to be
the lowest in Butler
ROBINS BROS.,
S. E. Corner of Diamond. • - _ Butler, Pa
ypr\ J7 Bf !■ l|l I-■ ["p
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
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B No. Easton, K. Y.
! | SCROFULOUS ECZEMA *
FOR 20 YEARS!
S DANA SABSAPAN.LA OX, §==
■I MEASBH —Mv wife was Mrn of parents pmh«-==
Hpowd to roSftl MPTION. /X.f 1 B
St>rothfr» and .vfters died of I*l DIS
■I KASEM. 31 v "wife's heath waaui.usualiy p
Sup to the az-y 'of about y. -r- nt lh«t tin» ■■
=SESf 'ROFI I*Ol'Staintmmiifr!*rditM-:f int.'.
■; ,rm of ECZE.H \ t-n i»< urly all part* of th tM
= fxxJy; afkratirne it yie.dcd t • t!:r rannliM us> d.gP
ffiexeept «>o fror.-t • f Tight diouldrr when? .t
■B Minified for 5J4» year* with almost C'oi.-H|
gstant Irritation T . I Itching. SLN~I. :
1 DANA'S g
. | SARS * r U?ILLA N
Bf a W F.\ on her ! ad hus broken and dlfhargedßß
Iggui:til aim •-! entirely foue. Habitual C irixr
I wf hav". )M retoforc used a variety of rerr.t di •{£..*
Swith hut i:?:> nv-it. but VXSAS SAESAPA-™
MiillXA hns rrovwl to ef? tual In
■wife of KCZEMA aud S( KOFM.iB
Sin the blood that I must eay it to a grand o inbina-=s
BjjtiwMof remedial agents, aud tluit t.iy yif .'s
is du. - ' to its power a;»d t!ie blcaelngel
Suf a kind Frovidenca upon is u- •.
i I have taken one l>ottle myself and find it ~
«|Sii!eiuHd Allerative.
JH Respectful!v. REV. A. J. DAY. e=
g Tastor M. E. CRxurch, No. Eostcn, N. V. ||
I ■
1 ■ Only one Sarsiparilla sold on the "
NO PAY " plan. Only one couldjj
= stand the test, and that one is DANA'S.^
■remijmbeh THIS.
sg Dana Sarsaparilla Co., Belfast, Maine, flj
feed. For prices and Ad
dress,
J. W. MILLER,
131 Mercer St., Butler' Pa
A $25 Gold Watch
FREE- 1 !
With evt-ry dollars worth of gooii(«
purchased, you are given ces* on
the length <>{ timi* ir will ake the
wutch t i run il >»vn, aid the cw
guetsing the nearest wili get thf
wateh. In ease of r» tie t' e one hav
ing bought the unst A'ill «et it
Thu watch will be started June
13th at nine o'.-i ick A. M.. atitl 110
guessing will be uki-;i after that
time.
Wo can also eavu you money on
every article in our stacks oi Cloth
ing, Hats, and Gents Furnishings.
THE RACKET STORE,
120 S. Main St., Butler, PH.
SPRING
STYLES
READY.
YOU WILL CERTAINLY
HAVE A SUIT MADE TO
ATTEND THE 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 TI IE LATEST
DECREE OF FASHION.
.^land's,
Tailoring Establishment.
C. & D.
ALWAYS
Take into consideration that money
saved is as good as money earned.
The best way to nave money is to
buy good goods at the right price.
The only reason that our trade is
increasing constantly ia the Let that
we handle only goods of first quality
and sell them at very low prices.
We have taken unusual care to
provide everything new in Hots and
Furnishing Goods for this reason,
and cs 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.
Yisit u?,
COLBERT & DALE,
242 S. Main street,
Butler, Pa,
| ~-s£c
' --fen "BY I l '--.
[ Judjro Joel Weston's house was
robl .1 <>:. • nig-ht just previous to Pec
| oration day. What the thieves- ob-
I taincd «liil not amount to much and aid
! not worry the old judge in tho least.
| But with his p-ardoner it was different.
The rascals had effected an entrance
I through his conservatory, and had evi
| dently mado a hurri- I exit, dointr e.m
--j siderablo to many choice
j plants. The appearance of things in
the morning when the depredation was
j first discovered indicated that, for
j some purpose, pure viciousncss or
i j what it was hard to tell, a lot of
i flowers had heen taken away, for many
; ; were missing and many were found
' j strewing the way the burglars had
| j gone.
Therefore it was old Sampson, the
j iraseiblo old gardener, who was the
i most put out at tho piece of villainy,
j ''The rascals," he sputtered as he
I went about straightening up the broken
I orchids, American roses and palms.
'"Don't I just wish X could lay a hand
i on them once."
If the judge did not carc particularly
for the tlowers his wife and little
daughter did, and' were almost heart
broken.
'"Oh dear," sobbed the lit Lie miss;
"and to-day is Decoration day. and so
many beautiful flowers spoiled that
might have been taken to tho ceme
tery."
"Xow, Ethel, perhaps you have
solved the problem," sal 1 the judge:
"it is t ruw you and your mother have
donated every flower in the outdoor
garden, but we may have people here
who would pyefer' to scatter Marshal
"TUT: RASCAI.9," SPUTTERED 01.0 SAMI»-
SON'.
Neil roses and hot-house pansies over
the graves of tl»e dead soldiers instead
of your common barn-yard posies.
That's where you had better look for
your thieves, Sampson," and the old
judge turned with a half chuckle to
his servant.
"And if I find them they'll need to
have holes dug for them pretty nuick,''
grumbled the old man.
Judge Weston lived in a handsome
country residence just outsid - of tho
thriving and flourishing town of East
villo. He was a sort of ma L ate of the
place and had large interests in the
active, busy town. Judge Weston had
always been the important personage
at ail the public events of the city.
r... 1. m*. 'tSo
patriotic place in the country, and al
ways had great happenings on the
Fourth of July and Washington's birth
day. The city had sent her regiment
to the war and as Walter Weston, the
judge's son, was the organizer, the
judge paid the entire expense of fitting
"it out, and Walter, but then a young
limb of the law, was the colonel. East
ville guards did great service and were
badly cut up at Gettysburg in July,
1833. They were reorganized and took
part in the bloody engagement of the
Wilderness in May, 1804, and that
battle was the last of Walter Weston's
service. He was badly wounded and
he not only narrowly escaped capture
by the enemy but his life was saved as
well by a private whose name he was
never able to learn. It was one of the
remarkable and terrible experiences of
the war.
liy some mischance Col. Weston was
cut off from hiscommand and suddenly
found himself alone, as he thought,
and within the lines of the enemy.
Ilis horse was shot from under him and
he was just being set upon by three
confederates when assistance suddenly
came to him in a most unexpected
manner. A private soldier, from some
other regiment, as the colonel could
see by his uniform, and who had evi
dently been caugit alone as he had
himself, came rushing up just as he
had turned to engage his adversaries.
A saber cut from one of them had on
the instant disabled his right arm,
when the stranger, with clubbed gun,
rushed in between him and the attack
ing party, and, with the utmost
bravery, and with strength almost
giantlike, laid all three of the enemy
in the dust. While it seemed ages to
Col. Weston, it was all really done in a
moment, and the private had seized the
bridle of a confederate's horse, helped
Col. Weston to mount and was trying
to mount behind him when the man he
was saving saw mm sudtienl*- vc<.i ttfcil
fall to the ground. The horse, at that
instant, gave a bound away and Col.
Weston never saw his rescuer after,
nor could li#. with the utmost en
deavor, ever find out who he was.
Col. Weston's escape was nothing
short of a miracle. In the very heat
of that second day's fight on May 0, the
horse he rode carried him right into his
own lines, but he reached there in a
fainting condition, and was at onco
sent home to Eastville. Having recov
ered he made diligent search for the
soldier who had saved his life at the
cost of his own. but it was of no avail.
He took up his law study again, gradu
ated and was admitted to the bar. Be
fore beginning his practice, however, at
the advice of his father, he made a trip
abroad and had only returned a short
time before the opening of this story
and had opened an office in the city.
He had not even j-et had his first client
and little did he think who his first one
would be.
Decoration day had been appointed
as a national hoUday, and the patriot
ism of tho people of Eastville led them,
as usual, to make much of the occasion.
Judge Weston had always been called
upon for the public speaking at such
events, but this time it was to be the
young lawyer who was to deliver the
address and eulogize the soldier dead.
It was to be a great day, and the old
judge was in something of a fever of
expectancy to hear his son's oration.
The entire Weston family, help and all,
excepting little Ethel, went to the
cemetery to sec the graves decorated
and to hear the speeches. The young
j miss could not get over her grief at the
| destruction of her flowers, and had no j
: heart to do anything but hover about j
| the pillaged conservatory, picking up
I the remnants here and there as she I
' could find them. This led her out into |
the grounds and there she had an expe
! rience which had good and bad results, j
Old Sampson, the gardener, went as ;
i in duty bound and heard his j-oung j
I master talk and then, not caring for
j the rftst- took hi* nWoira in jvalkintf I
T"IT T TT_,~K"R, PA..FKIDAY. MAY •>(!, 1803.
about tlie ground He had strayed off to
a cclud< 1 part c.t"ri c country when -• I
cienly he came npon a young lad
bands were foil of floweis he knew well
"Aha! you young thief. I have caught
• yon I ArnlVo • •.1 i !-. • wa- right wit:,
bis joke alter all
•I am r.o thief. Let g'i «'f «He, ' said th.
K !...j f.»r Sampson i. J gr.;. pod hi-n n-ngtib
J b the arm.
"No indeed,'' said Samp-on: '"it don't
g look like it with my hot house flowers
. in your thieving- hands. What did you
„ steal them for, you rascal? You come
j with me,'" and down to the town old
Sampson took his prisoner and had
him locked up.
» It had been a great day in Eastville
I and no ono was as happy as Judge
—* over his :: •uc in the
, afternoon. The young man war- rather
j pleased and was down in the city re
-4 ceiving the congratulations of Iris
. friends. In the midst of it all he inci
-1 dentally heard of Sampson's capture.
f and some one jocosely remarked that
. the lad might be his first client. Some-
I thing, he eo.uld not tell himself what,
I led him to seek the boy.
'"Well, my lad, what is your name?"
, asked Walter.
"My name is Charges-Dal ton. sir; can
you tell me why I am locked up here?
I am no thief, I told that old man that
| the young lady at the bier house gave
me those flowers—and »he did: I never
"AUA! I HAVE CAUGHT YOU!"
stole anything in my life: my father
was the bravest soldier that fought in
the war. and do you think I would dis
| grace his memory by being a thief?"
j "What young lady gave you the
; flowers?" asked Walter.much moved by
the boy's earnestness.
"A little girl about my age at Judge
Weston's. It is a holiday for me from
the mill and I was going to the
cemetery where father Ik buried, and
going by the house I saw the young
girl with lots and lots of beautiful
flowers and I asked her for a few to
put on my father's grave. She was so
good and her blue eyes filled with
tears as she gave me almost an arm
ful.''
"You live here in Eastville, do you?"
"Yes, sir; I have lived hero for near
ly a year: father came here from
other state to work in the mill, but he
has never been strong since he came
home. He was taken prisoner while
-wounded at the battle of the Wilder
ness, when he was helping a union of
ficer f oe; " , pe from three confederates;
fatL, had just helped the officer on a
horse, and was trying to mount also,
. ..Ui. -I mud,
lie was knocked senseless, but not
killed, and was made a prisoner and
was not released until the end of the
war. I have heard him tell so many
experiences that I know lie must have
been a brav • soldier; he often won
derod if Uul ofii er escaped. Father
died live mo: i h > ago."
Walter Weston sat like one nigh par
alyzed as the lad talked on. lie did
not need to question to learn that
James Dal ton, this boy's father, had
been his savior on that awful day. It
did not need the corroborating testi
mony of young Ethel to tell him the
lad was innocent of any theft.
Charlie Dalton did not sleep in prison
that night. lie was an honored guest
at Judge Weston's, and became the
adopted son of that good old man, and
later became Walter's law partner.
James Dalton's grave was never more
an obscure one, and for years old
Sampson cut freely his choicest flow
ers on Decoration day for Charlie and
Ethel to lay reverently on the great
marble slab Walter liad placed over
the remains.
The Early Isird.
Alkali Ike (at the door) —Howdy,
Widder McNabb. Nice weather we're
havin'. Will you marry me?
Mrs. McNabb—What do you mean?
I'm. not a widow. Where's Jim?
Alkali Ike (looking at his watch)
—Let's see—half-past four —the reform
committee started for the creek with
Jim at five minutes after —they proba
bly gave him ten minutes to make his
peace in—if thar wasn't any hitch in
the programme Jim's about eight min
utes on his way to the Glory Land by
now. Wisli't you'd gimme my answer
as soon as possible, widder, for the
cheerman of the committee was goin'
to start for here as soon as he could
put on a clean collar. Took it to "the
tree in his pocket, an' if he didn't lose
his collar-button down his back, he's
jest about a quarter of a mile from
here now.—Life.
In So Hurry.
Mrs. O'F—Can I have my husband
put in jail for slapping me in the
month?
Magistrate—Certainly; that is assault
and battery.
"Well, I'll come around in about a
month and make the charge."
"Why not have him arrested at 4
once?"
"Well, you see, when he slapped me
I hit him in the head with a roll in' pin
and he's now in the hospital and the
doctors say he won't be able to get out
for a month yet."—Life's Calendar.
Consulting His Tastes.
Little Boy—Do you like to g-o boat
ing in the summer?
Grandpa (anxious to inculcate cau
tion) —N-o, my son, I'm afraid I'd get
drowned.
Little Boy—Do you like to go skating
in the winter?
Grandpa—No —I'm afraid I might fall
and hurt myself.
> Little Boy (after some thought)—Do
you like to turn somersets on a feather
bed?— Good News.
It Was Different Then.
He (five years after) —All this gush
about love is extremely stupid; wher
ever did this stupid hook come from?
I must say the person who selected it
showed a very insipid taste.
She (quietly)—lt's the book you gave
mc during our honeymoon, John; we
read it eleven times the first week we
had it.
(Prolonged silence.) —Boston Globe.
A Prescription.
"I'm feeling very much run down,"
said the twenty-sixth spring poet who
had called that day on the editor.
"Could you recommend anything I
could take for it?"
"Yes," said tile editor, wearily, yet
strong enough to seize the opportunity.
"Take two ounces of prussie acid, or a
twenty years' trip to Central Africa."
—Harper's Bazar.
Presence of Mind.
Mrs. F. (petulantly) —You never kiss
me now.
Mr. I-".—The idea of a woman of your
| age wanting to be kissed! One would
i think you were a girl of eighteen.
| Mrs. F. (sharply) —What do you
. knojv about girls of eighteen?
Mr. F.—Why, my dear, weren't you
' eighteen once youxseli?-^oj^oa.Gl9be.
Jiglpp
! hl.i.'M. She
furnishes them
liberally,
everywhere, and teaches us in almost
constant lessons their use in this di-
I rection. After an elemental passion
i has swept over the land, devastating
fields, uprooting forests and destroy
ing human habitations, then comes the
j gentle south wind, dropping invisible
j seeds from out its fragrant wings—
and 10. in but a little while the poor,
I scarred surface of the earth, so
| gaslicd'and bare.isonce more healed and
: rounded and made whole. Its wounds
! become only a memory, and flowers
bloom and grasses wave where all was
, bleak, and drear, and desolate. So
when the mighty earth is aroused by
its own passions and the giant hills
are rent asunder to leave a yawning
cha ->m, a waste of dreariness, the sun
softly kisses the snow upon the
mountain top. and through that deso
late canyon a .-.tream flashes and dances
and sings, making even the barren,
blackened sides of the precipice
tremble with laughter and music.
Ambitions of men inspired them to
unholy conflict. They flew at the
throat of the mother country, wound
ing her sorely before the strife was
done: but, when it passed and peace
was come again, there came also the
messengers of song and bloom to drown
the memories of battlefield and hide the
scars covering the nation's breast.
What is more beautiful than the
gnarled and rugged hand of the vet
eran. disfigured by wounds, shrunken
with age, dropping from its trembling
fingers the flowers of love upon the
grave of a recent foe? Decoration day
itself is of but short duration, yet it
symbolizes a feeling that rounds the
year even as the Ave Maria or the An
gelus circles the world, for the evening
of the first ringing is the morning
of the last prayer. "When Johnny
Comes Marching Home" or "Marching
Through Georgia" may not be grand
in themselves as are the more stately
chimes of the old masters,but when they
are inspired by the love and tenderness
that fill the day of forgiveness they
become holy. And they are truly
American.
In olden times the conqueror led his
captured enemy back to his camp,
loaded him with chains and set him at
work to grind the wheat which was
never to pass his lips, or to weave the
beautiful laces which he was never to
wear. To-day there is no war of con
quest, and the remnant of that sav
agery which culminated in our late
civil strife gave to peace its sweetest
possible assurance in the words of the
conqueror, who said to his subjected
foemen: "Go back to your plows,
your workshops, your offices. We are
brothers still."
Memorial day is not a day for hilari
ous rejoicing, neither should it be one
of sadness, but only sweet and peace
ful meditation: a day in which we feel
that not only nature's children but na
ture herself has given up her music
.xxiCl tier "Ulooiii lo ili'owu LUu daccuCl
and hide the scars of a passionate con
flict; a day in which we may invoke
the spirit of our common country and
all her children sing:
Columbia! strip thy blossomed groves!
Malce bankrupt all thy bowers!
The sword that drank tho nation's blood
To-day Is sheathed In flowers.
O'er verdant plains thy children run
Full handed with thy bloom.
And north and south clasp hands above
One common hero-tomb.
Columbia! Freedom's queenly child!
Dear mother of our race—
Sweet hope draws all-sustaining strength
From tliyVersmiling face.
And in the blossoms of thy "May"
We drowned the galling "Must"
And meet once more, as kinsmen true,
Bestde a kinsman's dust
Columbia! grandest goddess thou
That ever temple blest,
For twenty million kings have drunk
Sweet freedom from thy breast
And from thy hands outstretched in peace
Bright garlands fall to-day,
A fragrant shower, to rest alike
Upon the blue and gray.
CHARLES EUGENTS BANKS.
A DOUBTFTJI. VINDICATION.
Hon. EAtt Jones (orator of the day)
—Feller citerzens, it has bean said dat
I writes my orations. I denounce de
'cusation as false and slanderous. Fel
ler citerzens, I hain't write/ —Harper's
Bazar.
What Bob Learned.
"What did you learn that's new in
school to-day, Bob?"
"I learned that the earth is round ;
like a ball."
"That isn't new. Columbus knew
that."
"Well, it was new to me," said Bob.
—Harper's Young People.
Hushful.
John —Sallie, cf I was to ask you cf
you'd marry me, do you think you'd
say yes?
Sallie —I—or —I guess so.
John —Wa-al, ef I ever git over this
'ere darn baslifulness I'll ask you some
o' these times.—Judge.
Not His Size.
Newly Elected Congressman (from
Kanas) —I'd like to have my picture
taken.
Photographer—Cabinet?
Newly Elected Congressman (blush
ing)—No; just a plain, everyday con
gressman. —Puck.
At the Club.
D. R. l?oie —I say, old man, have you
—aw—heard that Cholly Van Dusenbilt j
has actually eloped with a ballet girl? [
O. L. Mann—Great Scott! You sur- j
prise mo. Ilow evali in the world can
she support him? —Jury.
Her Dilemma.
Ethel—Why don't you marry Jack?
Maud (a widow's daughter)— Mamma 1
doesn't like him, and won't let me.
Ethel—Harry, then?
Maud—Maimna does like him, and !
won't let mc.—Truth.
• Never la Lack.
Old Lady—Just my luck.
Caller —What's wrong?
Old Lady—l've just heard of six sure
cures for rheumatism, and not one of
our family has got it.—N. Y. Weekly. ■
THE NATIONS HOLY DAY.
It« Commemoration KstaMnhc* the Broth
erhood of Man.
fLason, when
r/ I Hfl earth feels
If 2 LjE the thrill of
| lEg re,iew "'£ I h,w "
down into the
dark mold, to
menls of liid
jßjffitUu Ufe - U is
I*!-. , 4 fifXiUy fitting that our
W) thoughts turn
< backward, and,
piercing
through the gloom, bitterness and woe
that lie at the roots of a resurrected
j nation, bring up into the air and sun
light the fruition of its sorrow.
The poignancy of our grief for the
dead has passed and Memory, a be
j loved guest, stands to-day by the grave
| which hides their mortal part. Their
: better, nobler presence has risen above
| death, it breathes in every anthem of
' liberty, and is voiced in the gratitude
! of a people redeemed from bondage.
Year by rear tho past is hallowed by
' moro sacred ties. New mounds in tho
churchyard are added to the number
that mark tho resting place of our
, heroic dead, and fewer blue-coated
veterans march to tho sound of solemn
music, to lay the tribute of laurel and
myrtle, symbols of glory and immor
tality, on the graves of those who have
passed beyond earthly roll-call. A few
more years, and not one will bo left of
all that host that marched beneath
the southern sun. camping, fighting,
watching and suffering for their coun
try. Yet this day will be forever cele
brated. the holiest of our holy days.
Our nation lices! When its foes who
sat in the splendors of kingly courts,
and under the shadows of thrones,
viewed it, as it lay prostrate, they
were glad, that "self government had
proved a failure," and eyes grown
weary with watching for the unrisen
sun of liberty, in that older world
across the blue Atlantic, wept for what
seemed our dissolution. Then a mira
cle was done, mighty and solemn. Sol
diers poured into the veins of the dy
ing nation their own life-blood, and
revivified it. Scarred and wounded it
arose, gathering new strength from
every sacrifice of its brave sons, new
dignity from the sorrow of its no less
brave daughters.
We come to-day, one people, united
by the hot blows of the stern workman,
War, as tho smith welds on his anvil
sundered bits of metal into one homo
geneous whole. We cover the scars with
the beauty of the spring time, beauty
born of storm and stress and winter
days. The hands of little children, the
future nation-makers, boar the fra
grant tokens, tho trembling hands of
gray-haired nation-savers, that once
grasped sword and musket on bloody
and hard-fought fields lay them over
the sacred dust, a decoration before
which the jeweled trophies on the
breasts of monarchs pale.
Above tho fitting altar of freedom,
the soldier's grave, the coming and the
passing generation look into each oth
er's eyes. "Remember Gettysburg. An
tietam, Shiloh, the Wilderness! Re
member the camp and the field, the
shot and saber stroke," says the veter
an. "Remember the flag for which we
fought, the principles for which we
contended!" "Forever," goes up a
shout which echoes from ocean to
ocean. "Remember, too, the heroes to
whom Liberty turned not the face that
she wore to us. They fought for their
country and for it they fell. Patriotism
led them not in the paths which we
trod, yet as Americans we can look
back upon their splendid courage, and
be proud that we had foemen worthy of
our steel."
Sometimes, when volcanic fires have
burned themselves out. nature covers
the yawning craters with snow, and
from it the sunlight strikes such beau
ty that men forget the desolation that
once reigned there. It is thus with our
past. The craters are healed with
snow, the wounds are covered with
flowers, and the souls of the slain must
rejoice, in the realm of eternal peace,
that they did not die in vain, and those
who offered their all in the cause of
Freedom, and lived to see the glorious
issue, may rest assured that the lesson
of their courage has not been lost.
There is a past that is the "dead
past," for in it is no seed of truth and
beauty. Our past is living, for its
struggles made our strength, its deso
lation our fullness, its dissension our
unity. Our wars have not been for
material things, for territory, wealth,
possessions, but the ideal of a repub
lic has ever been our guiding star.
When the proud civilization of the
strongest kingdom of the world poured
its might of arms upon us our infant
nation, like a young David, girt with
the power of righteousness, the repub
lic defeated and humbled it. When
again our ancient foe would have
crushed us we "smote and spared not,"
and the ages paused astounded to wit
ness it; but world-old traditions were
set at naught, when we vanquished
our dearest foe —the enemy nourished
at the breast of the same mother,
warmed at the hearth-fire of the same
household goddess—and then clasped
hands in friendship.
Like brothers and sisters made mu
tually dearer by mistakes and differ
ences, the north and south arc all the
more closely bound in the ties of fam
ily love. We do not say "forgive and
forgot." The atonement has been
made in the blood of our bravest and
best. We would not forget if we
could, we could not if we would.
Lou V. CHATIX.
The Sensible Course.
Teacher —What is the moaning of
one-twenty -fifth?
Little Boy —I—l don't remember.
Teacher—lf you had twenty-five
children visiting you, and only one ap
ple for them, what would you do?
Little Boy—l'd wait till they went,
an' then cat it myself.—Good News.
A I'ainful Subject.
Mr. Shortcash—l shall feel greatly
honored if you will accompany me to
the theater this evening.
Miss Beauty—With pleasure. What
is the bill for to-nigfrt?
Mr. Shortcash (absently)—About—
ten—dollars.—N. Y. Weekly.
Not So Strange.
Gus De Smith —Yes, Carrie, I love
you with all my heart.
Carrie—lt seems strange, nenry, that
you should think so much of me.
Gus—l don't know about that.
There's no accounting for taste, you
know.—Texas Siftings.
Only One Way.
Mr. Micawbcr —I wish I knew some
nice cas3' way to make money.
Mrs. Micawber —WeU, my dear, you 1
might get your life insured and then :
die.—N. Y. Weekly.
lie Would Have llooin.
Bagley—Where are you living, Bai
ley?
Bailey—Well, since the crinoline
habit came in I've moved to the out
skirts.—Judge.
Amenities.
Miss Oldblossom—l wish to inform ,
you that I belong to a very old family, j
Miss Peachblow—Ah, indeed; and arc
they- all as old as you?—Des Moines Ar
gonaut _ I
A BEAUTIFUL CUSTOM.
That of UF. (•RATN of *AMI
;,:u. iuui
A few von: > a.'o this notice in a
southern j«:per touched the hearts of
the loyal people a'.! over the north:
"The women of Columbus. Mi ani
mated l»y noble ser.timcnts, have
shown themselves impartial in their of
ferings made to the memory of the
dead. They strewed flowers alike on
the graves of the confederate and na
tional dead."
This beautiful custom of decorating
the graves of our dead heroes, of set
ting apart a day in the most joyful sea
son of the year for the purpose of pay
ing them a just tribute, has had. says
the Christian at Work, a happy effect
in healing the gaping wound which the
war left 1 .'tween the north and south.
Over the graves of our 'a:-i we have
, mingled otir tears with our flowers, and
over th.'ir graves have our united
prayers: l . .<.• led to the common lather
who smile- alike on His dear children
north and south.
'• From the silence of sorrowful homes
The desolate mourners go
Lovingly laden rrlth flowers,
Alt: f'r the t;: ,1 and the loe;
t'ud.r ~i I „Tl. Ll.e dew.
Wait. . the Judgment day—
Under the roses the Blue,
Under the lilies the Gray.
" No more ehali the war cry sever.
Or the winding river be red.
Tfccy banish our anger forever
When they laurel the graves of our dead;
Under the sod and the dew,
Wait:: ~ the judgment day—
Love a., u rs for the Blue.
Tear ; _nd love tor the Gray."
THE SONG OF THE FLAG.
fOLL a river wide
and strong,
Like the tides a-
Llft the mighty
floods of song:
Kua our lovely ban-
White and crim
«AH '7ifl!\ i/ Field as blue as
r Jl 2 God'.s own sky.
<<?«* ' yV O— And every star a
story.
Drown the guns, outsound the bells
In their rocking steeple,
While the chorus throbs and swells
Of a joyful people.
Hall the darling flag we sing-
Pride of all the nation:
Flag that never knew a king-
Freedom's constellation.
Blest be God. fraternal wars
One.- for all are ended.
And the gashes and the scars
Peace and time have mended.
Massachusetts, Maryland.
Georgia and Nebraska-
One, Columbia's daughters stand
From Texas to Alaska.
Flags'aff, masthead, swing it forth—
Pledge of love unbllghted:
West and east and south and north
Evermore united.
—M. Woolsey Strykcr. in Chicago News.
AN ECHO OF MEMORIAL 1)AI.
X" <Sv
Chorus of Decorators You've got
that flag upside down.
O. A. R. Veteran —Reckon I know
what I'in doin'. I Jill, here, fell off a
mule at Chanc'llersville an' struck on
his head.—Judge.
THE GREAT LESSON.
What the Heroes of 1861-65 Have Done
for the Nation.
As we strew the flowers over the rest
ing places of departed heroes, we have
the consciousness that there is no north
nor south, no east nor west. We have
learned the greatest lesson of the war
that the sacrifices made by the bine and
the gray were necessary to maintain
the doctrine of national unity. Cement
ed by the best blood of both sections
tbe peace which followed the collapse
of the southern cause will never again
be disturbed.
We who enjoy the blessed fruits of
the great conflict can show our grate
fulness to the heroes of 1861-65 in many
ways. We can honor the living and re
member the dead. Hut, to do full jus
tice, we must never cease to impress
upon our children and those who come
to us from foreign lands that to be
worthy of citizenship they must culti
vate the spirit of patriotism exhibited
by the countless thousands who cheer
fully bled and died to preserve for fu
ture generations the blessings of free
government. —G. W. Weippiert, in Chi
cago Graphic.
Savrtl by Royal Favor.
Some years ago the Second regiment
of life-guards was quartered in the
cavalry barracks, Windsor, and an or
der was given for the destruction of
all dogs in the barracks. On the
morning of the day on which the ca
nine friends of the troops were to be
destroyed, the queen made an inspec
tion of the Windsor garrison, and
while passing through the quarters of
the Second life-guards, accompanied
by the colonel of the regiment, was
much attracted by the appearance of a
small but very pretty terrier dog
named Dick, belonging to Corporal
Woodhouse, one of the bandsmen.
The queen paused, caressed the little
dog, and spoke to it. This saved its
life, for the colonel gave orders that
Dick should be allowed to live, while
the rest of the dogs were killed in ac
cordance with the edict that had gone
forth. Dick for many years after waa
the favorite of the regiment, and waa
honored with a collar decorated with
the regimental buttons, on the piate
of which were some lines narrating
how the animal's life was saved
NOT HIS FAULT.
"Freddie, when you said your prayers
last night didn't you ask God to make
you a good boy?"
"Yes, mamma.*
"Well, you've been as bad as ever to
day."
"But, mamma, you can't blame me if
God doesn't do just what I ask Him.''—
Life.
He Growled at the Expense.
Mr. llensington (of London)— En
glishmen are always at the front. Do
you know, a company has been formed
in London to dam Niagara falls?
Miss Iloodfly—That's nothing new.
Papa's been doing it ever since wc
girls returned from our month'* visit
there.— Judga. _ ~T .
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POULTRY HOUSE PLAN.
IU Designer Thinks It Is Just tbe Thing
for Farmers.
I do not claim perfection for my
house, but for my use I think it is as
near it as one can get who needs to
have every inch available for several
different uses. It is 12x24. 10 feet high
to eaves, and roof one-third pitch. Sills
are on solid foundation about one foot
high, and this space is filled in with
gravel, making the most healthful and
satisfactory floor imaginable, and re
quiring no timber, llennery is divided
i into three compartments, and each one
can be reached through the hall which
runs along part of one side. At the
end of the hall is a stairway leading
to the upper story. This lower story
is about 6 feet high. When I have no'
especial reason for separating my flock
I throw all three compartments togeth
er. and give my hens the run of the
whole building, and also of a yard
50x25. When I have any setting
hens I put them in an apartment
marked A, in the sketch of the house
below.
The apartment A has two small doors
for the hens; one into the yard and an
other directly out of doors, so that sot
ting hens rnfcy not be annoyed by the
rest. The middle apartment has a win
dow sxQ}{, which should be horizontal
and about two or three feet from the
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Explanation—a, a, a, a, small doors Into run:
b, b, b. b, doors Into apartments. A. B, C, apart
ments; D, outcrdoor: S, hall: F, feed trough:
W, W, water dishes; N, nests; R, roost: I*
large window facing south,
floor. Roosts are of 2x4 stuff and fas
tened with pegs, so that when cleaning
is necessary their removal is a very
simple matter. The arrangement of
the "furniture" will be understood by
referring to the accompanying plan.
This, however, is only a part of my
house. By a trap-door we have access
to the second floor. This door is raised
by a pulley and cord and held by a drop
latch. In the winter this is used as a
corn crib and is perfectly rat proof.
Here, also, I keep bins in which are
corn, wheat, oats, etc.—my ehicken
feed —which is measured as pu*. in, aod
thus 1 keep an accurate account as to
the cost of my flock. In the spring,
when the corn is largely fed, it needs
but a slight sprinkling of earth and
sand and an oil stove to transform my
second floor into a brooder house for
my extra early chicks, where they are
easily and economically cared for till
the weather moderates sufficiently to
allow the chicks to live outdoors. If
desired, a third floor can be laid over
part of the second by running boards
across on the plates. Here may be
stored the coops, your sunflowers, cane
seeds and such other stuff as seems
scarcely to have any place of its own.
In the summer, when no longer needed
for brooder house, and nearly empty of
corn, this second floor will be very con
venient for curing onions, mowing
away sheaf oats and the thousand
other uses to which you can put space
when you have it.
I did all the work on this building
myself, and used timber sawed off th.
farm, utilizing the odds and end.--
which wasteful carpenters left from my
new house, and thus the actual cash
cost has been only a very few dollars.—
A Practical Farmer, in Faripers' Voice
POULTRY PICKINGS.
FEED the flock both fowls and chick
early in the morning.
ONCE a week parch a little cracke.:
corn quite brown and feed to chick.-
They will relish it and it will do them
good.
BARN* floor sweepings will afford ex
ercise and much good food to a flock JO:
chicks penned in a small run or brooder
house.
A FENCE of plastering lath made in
the ordinary way is an eyesore and u
nuisance. Better use wire netting with
a base-board at the bottom.
As THE weather grows warmer see
that fowls have a source of water sup
ply that cannot be contaminated.
Nothing is more important for them.
PnnsiAX insect powder, which is an
other name for pyrcthrum, is harmless
to poultry and may be applied freely to
the plumage of young or old and be
sprinkled also in the nests.
HENS having free range at this sea
son should have some good sound grain
night and morning. Much of their
picked-up food is decidedly succulent
and filling, but is lacking in nutri
ment.
THE simple operation of throwing
out grain to a flock of poultry may be
done in a wrong manner. The whole
flock should be given "fair play" by
scratching the grain widely and on
clean ground.
CHICKS that are stupid and drowsy
and continually cry are probably lousy.
Examine their heads by lamp light at
night. Moisten the down on their
heads and throats slightly with
kerosene and put back under the hen.
NOTHING is so good as first quality
wheat for rearing chicks. It has all
the elements of growth in it. And at
one and a half to two cents per pound
it is cheaper than damaged wheat or
poor screenings at only half this price.
THE law does npt allow a poultry
keeper to shoot worthless, half-fed
curs that run about disturbing the
flocks, but a few egg s can be doctored
with red pepper and kept in the nests
for such prowlers. Empty the shell of
its contents and fill with a paste of red
pepper and lard. —Farm Journal.
Another KwimUtu
Farmer Ilayseed—No, I don't want
any more labor savin' machines. I've
tried enough of 'em. Look in there.
That's a type-writin' machine my wife
spent all her egg money to get for me,
'cause I ain't very handy with th' pen.
Just look at th' tarnal swindle.
Agent—What's the matter with it?
Farmer Hayseed—Matter? Why you
can't even write y'r name with the tar
ual thing unless you know how to play
a church organ.—N. V. Weekly.
Yal usblcs.
Witherby—That's a nice little safe
you have for your home, old man. I
suppose that is for your wife's use?
Plankington—Not much. She hasn't
even the combination.
Witherby—You must keep something
very valuable in it, not even to let yout
wife know the combination of iL
Plankington—You bet I do. I keep
all my collar-buttons and shoestrings
in that safe.—Judge.
Short Bat Effective Oratory.
Police Magistrate—Prisoner, the case
against you is clear enough. You seem
to be a chronic loafer and dcadbeat.
Have you anything to say in your own
behalf?
Surly Vagrant—Reckon not, jedge.
You don't 'xpect me to do no fine talk
in', do ye?
Police Magistrate—No. I'll attend
to that Fifteen dollars and costs.
Committed until paid. Next!—. Chicago
Tribune.
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