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We make it a porn; to have every article in stock the best of its kind. «AL RDFF., £ st . JENNIE E- ZIMMERMAN, Grand Spring Opening, it i'- ■ • "Of Dress Goods, Millinery, Wraps, Silk Waists, Underwear, Hosiery Laces, T" mm ' n S s » Notions, and a complete line of Domestic... A * % * We quote below prices of a few of the many wonderful bargains to be found here. § § § $ § , below good until change of advertisement. >' > * **' ' 90c Black Henrietta...*... 75c 10c Ladies' Black Hose 5< 86 "" 'Winch S«rge 60 15 Mii-ses* " '• 10 < Hrtfrielta 40 10 Emhrmderie* 5 .Gol. 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We have the celebrated Jamestown Boots and Shoes, made by hand and warranted, which have proven their wearing quailites for years past. We want to give the trade -♦lie Best Goods for Least Possible, Living Profits The best lint of Ladies' and Gents Fine Shoes ever shown in the county. Children's School Shoes in every shape and style. Rubber Goods or all kinds and shapes at all prices Come-and see the boys. t Vogeley & Bancroft I 347 S. Main Street. - . . . Butler, Pa THE BUTLER CITIZEN. Mr. Wm. A. Booth Indiana, Pa. Saved My Life 85 Worth of Hood's Sarsa pari lla Severe Case of Nicotine Poisoning. •*C. I. Hood & Co., Lowell. Mass.: " Gentlemen: I write these lines to certify that Hood's Sarsaparilla has cured me of a most painful disease from which I have suffered the past four years. 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TH* AVSSGING ASGELS All night their course lay through in tricate defiles and over irregular and rock-strewn paths. More than once they lost their way, but Hope's inti- THEIR COURSE LAY THROUGH IN'TUICATK DEFILES. mate knowledge of the mountains en abled them to regain the track once more. When morning broke, a scene of marvelous though savage beauty lay before them. In every direction the great snow-capped peaks hemmed them in, peeping over each other's shoulders to the far horizon. So steep were the rocky banks on either side of them that the larch and the pino seemed to be suspended over their heads, and to need only a gust of wind to come hurtling down upon them. Nor was the fear entirely an illusion, for the barren valley was thickly strewn with trees and bowlders which had fallen in a similar manner. Even as they passed, a great rock came thun dering down with a hoarse rattle which woke the echoes in the silent gorges, and startled the weary horses into a gallop. As the sun rose slowly above the eastern horizon, the caps of the great mountains lit up one after the other, like lamps at a festival, until they were all ruddy and glowing. The mag nificent spectacle cheered the hearts of the three fugitives and gave them fresh energy. At a wild torrent which swept out of a ravine they called a halt and watered their horses, while they partook of a hasty breakfast. Lucy and her father would fain havo rested longer, but Jefferson Hope was inexorable. "They will be upon our track by this time," he said. "Every thing depends upon our speed. One© safe in Carson, we may rest for the re mainder of our lives." During the whole of that day they struggled on through the defiles, and by evening they calculated that they were more than thirty miles from their enemies. At night time they chose the base of a beetling c;vg, where the rocks offered some protection from the chill wind, and there, huddled to gether for warmth, they enjoyed a few hours' sleep. Before daybreak, how ever, they were up and on their way once more. They had seen no signs of any pursuers, and Jefferson nope be gan to think that they were fairly out of the reach of the terrible organiza tion whose enmity they had incurred. He little knew how far that iron grasp could reach, or how soon it was to close upon them and crush them. About the middle of the second day of the flight their scanty store of pro visions began to run out. This gave the hunter little uneasiness, however, for there was game to be had among the mountains, and he had frequently before had to depend upon his rifle for the needs of life. Choosing a shel tered nook, he piled together a few dry branches and made a blazing flre. at which his companions might warm themselves, for they were now nearly five thousand feet above the sea level, and the air was bitter and keen. Hav ing tethered the horses and bade Lucy adieu, he threw his gun over his shoulder and set out in search of whatever chance might throw in his way. Looking back, he saw the old man and the young girl crouching over the blazing fire, while the three ani mals stood motionless in the back ground. Then the intervening rocks hid them from his view. He walked for a couple of miles through one ravine after another with- WF. SAW THK OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG aim, CKOUCIIiN® OVEK THE BLAZING FIKE. out Buccess, though from the marks upon the trees, and other indications, he judged that there were numerous bears in the vicinity. At last, after two or three hours' fruitless search, he was thinking of turning back in de spair, when, casting his eyes up ward, he saw a sight which sent a thrill of pleasure through his heart. On the edge of a jutting pinnacle, three or four hundred feet above him, there stood a creature somewhat re sembling a sheep In appearance, but armed with a pair of gigantic horns. The big-horn, for so it is called—was acting, probably, as a guardian over a flock which were invisible to the hun ter; but fortunately it was heading in the opposite direction, and had not per ceived him. Lying on his back, he rested his rifle upon a rock, and took a long and steady aim before drawing the trigger. The animal sprang into the air, tottered for a moment upon the edge of the precipice, and then came crashing down into the valley beneath. The creature was too unwieldy to lift, so the hunter contented himself with cutting away one haunch and a part of the flank. With this trophy over his shoulder, he hastened to re trace his steps, for the evening was al ready drawing in. He had hardly Btarted, however, before he realized j the difficulty which faced him. In his [ eagerness he had wandered far past the ravines which were known to him, and it was no easy matter to pick out the path which he had taken. The val ley in which he found himself divided and subdivided into many gorges, which were so like each other that it was impossible to distinguish one from the other. He followed one for a mile jor more until he came to a mountain torrent Nvtrtch Ire waa sure he lUTTLEK, PA„FKIDAY. MARCH 30, 1894. ncter seeii uefore. Convince*! tnal tie had taken the wrong turn, he tried avnfhor. but with the same result. Night was coming on rapidly, and it was almost dark before he again found himself in a defile which was familiar to him. Even then it was no easy mat ter to keep on the right track, for the moon had not yet risen, and the high cliffs on either side made the obscurity more profound. Weighed down with his burden and weary from his exer tions, he stumbled along, keeping up his heart by the reflection that every step brought him nearer to Lucv, and that he carried with him enough to in sure them food for the remainder of their journey. He had now come to the mouth of the very defile in which he had left them. Even in the darkness he could recognize the outlines of the cliffs which bounded it. They must, he re ' fleeted, be awaiting him anxiously, foi ■ he had been absent nearly five hours In the gladness of his heart he put hit hands to his mouth and made the g:ei reecho to a loud hallo as a signal thai he was coming. Fie paused and listenec for an answer. Nunc came save hit own cry, which clattered up the dreary silent ravines, and was borne back t< his ears in countless repetitions. Agaii he shouted, even louder than before and again no whisper came back from the friends whom he had left such a short time ago. A vague, namelesi dread came over him, and he hurried onward frantically, dropping the pre cious food in his agitation. When he turned the corner, he cam« full in sight of the spot where the ilr« had been lit. There was still a glow ing pile of wood-ashes there, but it had evidently not been tended since his de parture. The same dead silence stik reigned all round. With his fear» changed to convictions, he hurried on. There was no living creature near th» remains of the fire; animals, man. maiden, all were gone. It was only too clear that some sudden and terribl* disaster had occurred during his ab sence —a disaster which had embraced them all and yet had left no traces be hind it. Bewildered and stunned by thii blow, Jefferson Hope felt his head spin round, and had to lean upon his rifle to save himself from falling. He was es sentially a man of action, however, and speedily recovered from his temporary impotence. Seizing a half-consumed piece of wood from the smouldering flre, he blew it into a flame, and pro ceeded with its help to examine the little camp. The ground was all stamped down by the feet of horses showing that a large party of mounted m~n had overtaken the fugitives, and t"..- direction of their tracks proved that they had afterward turned baclj ♦o Salt Lake City. Had they carried back both of his companions with them? Jefferson Hope had almost per suaded himself that they must hav« done so. when his eye fell upon an ob ject which made every nerve of hii body utgle within him. A little way on one side of the camp was a low lying head of reddish soil, which had assuredly not been there before. There was no mistaking it for anything but a newly-dug grave. As the young huntei approached it. he perceived that a stick had been planted on it. with a sheet oi paper stuck in the cleft fork of it. Thf inscription upon the paper was brief, but to the point: JOHN FERKIEK, : FORMERLY OF SALT LAKE CITY. : Died August*, 1800. The sturdy old man, whom he had left so shorfca time before, was gone, then, and this was all his epitaph. Jefferson Hope looked wildly round to see if there was a second grave, but there was no sign of one. Lucy had been carried back by their terri ble pursuers to fulfill her original destiny, by becoming one of the harem of the elder's son. As the young fel low realized the certainty of her fate and his own powerlessness to prevent it, he wished that he, too, was lying with the old farmer in his last silent resting place. Again, however, his active spirit shook off the lethargy which springs from despair. If there was nothing else left to him, he could at least de vote his life to revenge. With indom itable patience and perseverance, Jef ferson Hope possessed also a power ol sustained vindictiveness, which he may have learned from the Indians among whom he had lived. As he stood by the desolate fire he felt that the only thing which could assuage his grid would be thorough and complete retri bution brought by his own hand upon his enemies. His strong will and un tiring energy should, he determined, be devoted to that one end. With a grim, white face he retraced his steps to where he had dropped the food, and having stirred up thf l smouldering fi»o, he cooked enough to last him for a few days. This he made up into a bundle, and, tired as he was, he set himself to walk back through the mountains upon the track of the avenging angels. For five days he toiled, footsore and weary, through the defiles which he had already traversed on horseback. At night he flung himself down among the rocks and snatched a few hours'ol sleep, but before daybreak he was al ways well on his way. On the sixth day he reached the Eagle canyon, fremi which they had commenced their ill fated flight. Thence he could look down upon the home of the Saints. Worn and exhausted, ho leaned upon his rifle and shook his gaunt hand fiercely at the silent, widespread city beneath him. As he locked at it he observed that there were flags in some of the principal streets and other signs of festivity. He was still specu lating as to what this might mean when he heard the clatter of horse's hoofs and saw a mounted man riding toward him. As he approached he recognized him as a Mormon named Cowper, to whom he had rendered services at different times. He there fore accosted him when he got up to him, with the object of finding out what Lucy Ferrier's fate had been. "I am Jefferson Hope," he said. "You remember me." The Mormon looked at him with un disguised astonishment—indeed, it was difficult to recognize in this tattered.un kempt wanderer, with ghastly face and fierce, wild eyes, the spruce young hunter of former days. Having, how ever, at last satisfied himself as to his Identity, the man's surprise changed to consternation. "You are mad to come here," he cried. "It is as much as my own life is worth to be seen talking with you. There is a warrant against you from the Holy Four for assisting the Fer riersaway." "I don't fear them or their warrant," Hope said, earnestly. "You must know something of this matter. Cowper. I conjure you by till y° u hold dear to an swer » few "UuestJons. We liave al- wars been friends. Tor God's sake don't refuw to answer me " "What is it?" the Mormon asked un easily. "Be quick. The very rocks have ears and the trees eyes." "What has become of Lucy Ferrier?' : "She whs married yesterday to young Drebber. 11 old up. man. hold up. you have no life left in you." "Don't mind me," said Hope, faintly. Fie was white to the very lips, and hat! sunk down on the stone a .-iiiust which he had been lean in' •Married, you say?" "Married yesterday—that's what those flag's are for on the Endowment house. There was some wor Is be tween young Drebber and young Stangerson as to which was to have her. They'd both been in the party that followed them, and Stangerson had shot her father, which seemed to give him the best claim; but when they argued it out in council Drebber's party was the stronger, so the prophet gave her over to him. No one won't have her very long though, for I saw death in her face yesterday. She is more like a ghost than a woman. Are you off. then?" "Yes, I'm off," said Jefferson llope, who had risen from his seat. His face might have been chiseled out of mar- "DON'T MIND MI," SAID HOPE, FAINTLY. ble, so hard and so set was its expres sion, while his eyes glowed with a baleful light. "Where are you going?" "Never mind," he answered; and, slinging his weapon over his shoulder, he strode off down the gorge and so away into the heart of the mountains to the haunts of the wild beasts. Among them all there was none so fierce and so dangerous as himself. The prediction of the Mormon was only too well fulfilled. Whether it was the terrible death of her father or the effects of the hateful marriage into which she bad been forced, poor Lucy never held up her head again, but pined away and died within a month. Her sottish husband, who had married her principally for the sake of John Ferrier's property, did not affect any great grief at his bereavement; but his other wives mourned over her, and sat up with her the night before the burial, as is the Mormon custom. They were grouped round the bier in the early hours of the morning, when, to their inexpressible fear and aston ishment, the door was flung open, and a savage-looking. weather beaten man in tattered gar ments strode into the room. With out a glance or a word to the cowering women he walked up to the white, si lent figure which had once contained the pure soul of Lucy Ferrier. Stooping over her he pressed his lips reverently to her cold forehead, and then snatch ing up her hand he took the wedding ring frSHi "her finger. ;r Khe fifiaii BOt" be buried in that," he cried, with a fierce snarl, and before an alarm could be raised sprang down the stairs and was gone. So strange and so brief was the episode that the watchers might have found it hard to believe it them selves or persuade other people of it, had it not been for the undeniable fact that the circlet of gold which marked her as having been a bride had disap peared. For some months Jefferson Hope lingered among the mountains, lead ing a strange, wild life, and nursing HE WALKED UP TO THE WHITE, BILENT FIGURE. in his heart the fierce desire for ven geance that possessed him. Tales were told in the city of the weird figure which was seen prowling about the suburbs, and which haunted the lonely mountain gorges. Once a bul let whistled through Staugerson's window and flattened itself upon the wall within a foot of him. On another occasion, as Drebber passed under a cliff, a great bowlder crashed down on him, and lie only escaped a terrible death by throwing himself upon his face. The two young Mormons were not long in discovering the reason of these attempts upon their lives, and led repeated expeditions into the mountains in the hope of capturing or killing their enemy, but always with out success. Then they adopted the precaution of never going out alone or after nightfall, and of having their houses guarded. After a time they were able to relax these measures, for nothing was either heard or seen of their opponent, and they hoped that time had cooled his vindictiveness. Far from doing so, it had, if any thing. augmented it. The hunter's mind was of a hard, unyielding nature, and the predominant idea of revenge had •a'teii sue'i complete possession of it »hat there was no room for any other emotion. He was, however, above all things practical. He soon realized that even his iron constitution could not stand the incessant strain which he was putting upon it. Exposure and want of wholesome food were wearing him out. If he died like a dog among the moun tains, what was to become of his re venge then? And yet such a death was sure to overtake him if he per sisted. He felt that that was to play his enemy's game, so he reluctantly returned to the old Nevada mines, there to recruit his health and to amass money enough to,allow him to pursue his object without privation. His intention had l»een to be absent a year at the most, but a combination of unforeseen circumstances prevented his leaving the mines for nearly five. At the end of that time, however, his memory of his wrongs and his craving* for revenge were quite as keen as on that memorable night when he had stood by John Ferrier's grave. Dis guised, and under an assumed name, he returned to Salt Lake City, careless what became of hi., own life, as long as he obtained what he knew to be justice. There he found evil tidings awaiting him. There had been a schism among the Chosen People a few inontlis before, some of the younger members of the church having rebelled th'e authority df t"bi; elders, anil the result had ueen tut secession of a certain number of the malcon tents. who had left t'tah ami become Gentiles. Among these had been Drebber and Stanwrson: and no one knew whither they had pone. Rumor reported that l>re,bber had managed to convert a large part of his property into money, and that he had departed a wealthy man. while his companion, Stangerson, was comparatively poor. There wa-i no clew at all. however, as to their whereabouts Many a man. however vindictive, would have abandoned all thought ol revenge in the face of such a difficulty, but Jefferson Hope never faltered for a moment. With the small competence he possessed, eked out by such employ - ment as he could pick up, he traveled from town to town through the United States in quest of his enemies. Yeat passed into year, his black hair turned grizzled, but still he wandered on. a human bloodhound, with his mind wholly set upon the one object upon which he had devoted his life. At last his perseverance was rewarded. It was but one glance of a face in a window, but that one glance told him that Cleve land, in Ohio, possessed the men whom he was in pursuit of. He returned to his miserable lodgings with his plan ol vengeance all arranged. It chanced, however, that Drebber, looking from his window, had recognized the va grant in the street, and had read mur der in his eyes. He hurried before a justice of the peace, accompanied by Stangerson. who had become his pri vate secretary, and represented to him that they were in danger of their lives from the jealousy and hatred of an old 1 rival. That evening Jefferson Hope was taken into custody, and not being able to find sureties was detained for some weeks. When at last he was lib erated. it was only to find that Dreb bcr's house was deserted and that he and his secretary had departed for Eu rope. Again the avenger had been foiled, and again his concentrated hatred urged him to continue the pursuit. Funds were wanting, however, and for some time he had. to return to work, saving every dollar for his ap proaching journey. At last, having collected enough to keep life in him, he departed for Europe and tracked his enemies from city to city, working his way in any menial capacity, but never overtaking the fugitives. When he reached St. Petersburg they had de parted for Paris; and when he fol lowed them there he learned that they had just set off for Copenhagen. A 1 the Danish capital he was again a few days late, for they had journeyed on to London, where he at last succeeded iD running them to earth. As to whal occurred there, we cannot do bettei than quote the old hunter's own ac count, as duly recorded in Dr. Watson's journal, to which we are already under such obligations. (TO BR COXTIXL'»I>.) PROFITABLE. Tommy Byers—Jimmy! What you goin' to do with all them rags? Jimmy Collar—Going to sell 'em to the ragman—get two cents a pound for them. Tommy Byers—Where d'you git'em? Jimmy Collar —Me mother was down town shoppin' yesterday, and these are the samples she got.—Puck. A Roariilnjr-llouue Saint. Landlady—Poor Mr. Lightweight died last week, and if anyone ever deserved to go to Ileaven'he did. Mr. Heavygaul (who is slightly in arrears) —Why? Landlady (weeping)—He always paid his board in advance, nevercomplained If his bed wasn't made up, and oh, such a delicate appetite as that poor saint had!— Judge. Early Advantages. First Student (classical school) —I say, George, what a wonderful race those old Greeks were. Think of their triumphs in art, architecture, philoso phy, literature — Second—Huh! Nothing remarkable about that. They didn't have to spend the best years of their lives learning Greek.—Brooklyn Life. Her Idea of Uehenna. Dolly—The wretch! and so he has been proposing to both of us? Polly—lt seems so. Dolly—l wish we could think of some fearful way to punish him. Polly—l have an idea. Dolly—What is It? Polly—You marry him, love.—Truth. Far Away Now. Seedeigh—l must raise some money somewhere. I- owe my landlady for six weeks' board. Stuart—Can't yon stand her off any farther? Seedeigh—Great Scott! no; she's dis tant enough already. Raymond's Monthly. The Spirit of the Aqrr. The Minister—Mr. Robinson wishes to present a window to the church. But I don't like the Inscription he wishes placed on it. The Minister's Wife—What is it? The Minister —"Presented by Robin son, Jones & Co.; Dry Goods." —Puck. Merely an Investment. Hones —What have you raised that young bookkeeper's salary for? Don't you know that the young spendthrift squanders all his salary giving pres ents to some girl he's infatuated with? Bones—Of course I do. The girl's my daughter.—Chicago Record. Serve* Him Right. "Have you got any stale bread?" asked Johnny Fizzletop, sticking his head into a baker's shop up in Harlem. "Yes, I have five or six loaves." "Serves you right. Why didn't yoa sell 'em while they were fresh?"— Texas Si f tings. Girlish Perversity. Nell —now do you know she is in love with Jack? Belle—Because she told me he was perfectly horrid, and if she were in my place she wouldn't liavo anything to do with him.—Philadelphia Record. All the Same to lllm. "Lend me ten dollars?" "I told you yesterday that I was broke." "Yes, I know: but I'd just as soon borrow it from a liar as anybody else." —Life. Not it QaMtlan of "f-rt." Singleman—Do you let your wife have the last word? Benedict —Do I let her? H'm! It's easy to tell that you know nothing of married life. —X. Y. Press. Very True. "Now," said the storekeeper as he gazed proudly at the lettering on his uew bign, "that's what I call l>ngUhh."— Star. MILLIONS ARE WASTED. Tft the Country Is Too Poor to lu>fl« tat* Rood Reform*. "liarJ times and tho people can't afford It" This U the sober, serious verdict given by nine-tenths of our leg islators when a proposition is made to spend a few dollars of publie money for the improvemeut of its ways. A legislator is not always a statesman. Neither he nor his complaining con stituency is likely to realir* how largo an aggregate is maJe up by a little "chipping in" all around. I ncle Sam has been making a few ti.nres that may enlighten us i n this subject, and the report of ComraisMoner Miller of the internal reveane departmnat shows that we spend a heap more money out side the scope of necess ry purchases than we are likely to realize. For ex ample, as a nation we drank 6,000,000,- 000 glasses of whisky last year, for which we paid the barkeeper about tA09,000,000, or 190,000,000 more than all the appropriations of congress for government expenses. Besides this, we drank last year nearly 32,000,000 bar rels of beer, or, to be a little more ex act, 12,785,161),200 glasses, which repre sents an expenditure for this species of CSJ'f' CAUGHT IX THE Ml'D. [An everyday experience anywhere tn the United States.] Teutonic hilarity of over 1017,000,000, which means an average of 110 for each man, woman and child In the whole population. Then we spent last year nearly 1254,000,000 for cigars and cheroots, and over I22,000,0;>0 for cigar ettes. Of ehewing and smoking tobac co we consumed about 280,000,000 pounds, for which we paid $130,005,030. Commenting on these figures, the At lanta Constitution says: "Altogether, not taking stock of the money we expend for champagne, whose sparkling bubbles burst about the brimmlne goblet, and the other im ported and native wines which drive away carking care, the people of the United States spend annually for drink and tobacco the almost Incomprehensi ble sum of • 1,041, 008,40 a "The mind ta incapable of KTMplng the largeness of the total, but when it is remembered that this is more than the circulating medium of the United States, that is, 127 per head more than the per capita circulation; that it proves that the head of every family, suppos ing he handles the purse strings, pays out (IBS annually for drink and tobac co, and that every dollar in the United States goes each year over the bar or the counter of some tobacconist, some idea of its magnitude can be obtained." It is, of couree, possible that there exists some subtle and undiscovered reason why the people should not take on some slight spirit of thrift and go about the improvement of the vilest roads and street* that ever cursed an intelligent republic, bat whatever that resson" may "be, 1t certainly has uu ~ foundation in the oft-repeated com plaint "hard time* and the people can't afford it." RELIABLE TESTIMONY. Wide Tires Improve Fublle Roads ana Save the llorse*. A correspondent for the Breeders" Gazette gives his observation and ex perience in regard to wide tires as follows: 1 wish to give my observation and experience. I have a lot of teams to look after, and we have on the farm but two narrow-tired wagons. In the spring of 1891, when hauling manure, the wagon with three-inch tires and the one with one and one-hall inch both went to the field together, the loads being equal. When in the field the broad-tired drove in and unloadedi the narrow stuck. Four horses were put to it to get it to a place to unload. The condition of the field was the same; broad tires on top of the ground, nar row tires in ground about eight inchea. In addition to Winwood farm, Mr. Sunman also owns the largest sawmill plant in southeastern Indiana, and now his foreman there uses wide tires on all wagons, none being less than four and one-half inches. The common dirt roads (clay) have no stone on thom in this country, and roads that are used by common farmers are cut to pieces—all rut and mud—while the roads used by the log wagons are solid and fit to drive over at all times. In thotpringof 1692, we had a couple of mule teams to help plow a wet piece of ground. I was in the field when they struck it; the mules—which weighed near to nine hundred and fifty pounds each —mired to their knees and were unhitched to get them out. Then I ordered one of our heavy draft teams to try to plow where mules could not, and they completed the job in a good manner. They weighed 1,790 und 1,840 each. From nay observation and actual experience, having under my charge more horses and wagons than three or four farmers in this section of Indiana, I am led to believe that the wide tire is the road maker and the narrow tiro the road breaker and horse killer. Where I cannot go with a wagon with tires four and one-half inches wido and a team of Clydes weighing from 1,500 to 1,800 pounds each, no man with narrow tires dare go with the same load, no difference what his team may be. (Jive us wide tires and compel farm ers to use them and we will have better roads than we ever had and save our horses also. Auntie —A penny for your thoughts. Little Nephew—l was thinkin? that if I kep' real quiet, and pretended to bo thinking, you'd wonder what I was thinking about, and say just what you did. Gimme the penny.—Good News. All I?p with Him. "You had a high old time in Eu rope?" "Yes," replied the returned tourisL "I had. I was done up at Monte Carlo, held up in the Appenines and laid up in Home." —Washington Star. It Had Loit It* Attraction. May—So Jennie has given up bicy cling. lias she? Elaine—Yes. She says she's got past the place where as a beginner she could do graceful falls.—Chicago licc ord. The Pinal Teat. A man may bo hungry, a man may be taint, ! Anil no cold that ho'a ready to freeze: But he Isn't completely abut out from the world, I Till hla pantaloons bag at the kneea Waahlngton Star. Played Too Well. Actor—Ho can play "drunken parts" better than anyone in the profession. Manager—Yes, but the trouble is he is too fond of rehearsing.—N. Y. Herald. A small rick. Duko of Squallbro—l would never marry a woman cleverer than myself k Miss Wbirlsfair—You'll have tfrea* trouble yetypyßiiiVe4wYogV»- NOl3 SNAKES IN HIS BED. M&giolan K>liar's Vary Unpleas ant Adventure In India. He Think# It Was iU# Clsnr Trick of a Fakir. Bat Ctaaal Tell Uow It Was Bono—At Any Rata tk« fallow Qot Money for Killing ills Bsptlls. "I had boon in India a number of timet and had visited ail the principal cities." says Ma:ric>:tn Kellar. "when in 1883 1 fo'.m i my elf in the pretty city of Lucknow. 1 had been in the city long enough to have acquired the ennui of the people and was falling easily into their listless, luxurious ways, when one moriung this adven ture befell me and caused me to all at once lose all that sense of serene and peaceful quiet that I had before pos sessed. In India in the summer season it is too hot to sleep upon mattresses or under much bed clothing. Inmyroom in the neat little bungalow where t was stopping 1 had a bamboo couch, without a mattress, and my only COT* ering was a linen sheet. I had rested there in comfort for many nights, and was just about to arise one morning when a Hindoo fakir entered the door. He was a tall, lank, solemn-visaged in dividual, and salaamed profoundly at he entered. I sat up on the edge ox my cot to get a good look at him and asked what he wanted. He looked at me an instant aud then slowly drew from his breech cloth a small reed pipe., " 'Heap big snake in sahib's bed,' he ejaculated in the same calm, unruffled manner. " 'Snakes in my bed!' I yelled, as I bounded to the floor with visions ot writhing, hissing cobras in my mind. 'Snake! Where? " 'ln sahib's bed—heap snake,' tHe rogue replied, as he slowly released a small earthenware pot or jar from his girdle. Then he placed the reed pipe to his lips and proceeded to extract from it the most painful music I ever listened to. Serpents galore would have been welcome if that music could have been banished, I thought, but aa I watched the bed my sentimenta underwent a rapid change. "In the middle of the couch, under neath the sheet. I saw something mov ing. The sheet became elevated in a conical form and there was a hissing and spitting underneath it that made Ay blood run cold. Then there emerged from the edge •of the covering tho flKniy, horrible head of a monster cobra that wasn't an/ inch less than eight feet long, and slowly Blid from the bed and coiled himself upon the floor. I stood looking at him with my eyea bulging with terror. "The doleful, seductive, plaintive strain of the pipe continued and the head of the monster slowly arose to a level with the cot. His hood began bo swell and he showed every sign of in tense anger. The weird music grew faster and faster and the oscillating motion of the serpent's head kept time to it. The little pipe shrieked and the fakir was perspiring from every pore. His eyes were bulgfng from his head and his foot was keeping double time to his piping. Shriller and more pene trating grew the notes, until of a sud den they became again plaintive and sad; the time was slower, the tune sweet and harmonious. The motions of the monster's head were slower and slower, and then the fakir's hand stole quickly to his side. A sword leaped out, there was a flash, a glint of steel, and the cobra's head rolled upon the floor, while the dismembered body thrashed itself about the apartment. I staggered to the door, alinest over come by nervous strain, and the ordeal "wik over. The muttered backsheesh of the fakir was generously responded to, yon may be sure, and he left my bungalow, leaving only the severed head and body of the cobra as remind ers of the scene through which I had passed. ' How was it done? I don't know. I never knew whether that scoundrel brought the snake in with him or not, but while he was playing I saw him crowding another cobra, as big as the first, into that little earthen pot which he carried at his girdle." The Morse Hereafter. The old Norse idea of the hereafter planned for evil doers is almost the di rect opposite of the orthodox hades. The place of torment for the reprobate sons of the north is called Nastrond, and is situated far toward the frigid north and is directly under Nifibeim, the Scandinavian mycologists' purga tory. A describtion of Nastrond aa it apppears in the "Pros* Eda" (writ' ten in Iceland in the thirteenth cen tury) is as follows: "In Nastrond there is a vast and direful structure with doors that face the north. This build ing is formed entirely of the backs and scales of serpents, wattled together like wicker work. But the heads of the serpents themselves are turned toward the Inside of the hall, and they continually vomit forth floods of venom, in which must wade throughout eternity all those who commit murder or swear to lies." Another description of Nastrond is similar to this, but adds that the evil doers are occasionally bitten by the great dragon Nidhogg. Tbe Wake Woke Him to Life The particulars of an extraordinary case of trance, which was mistaken for death, are published by the Irish Times. Last week a young man, aged twenty two, named Garrigan, living at Balli nacree, near Oldcastle, was believed to have died. He had b«en ailing for some time, aud all the appearances of death were shown, so that no doubt of his decease was entertained. The usual wake preparatory to burial wm begun, and a number of neighbors had arrived at the house to share the night watches. Suddenly signs of animation were ob served in the apparently lifeless body. Five minutes later it was clear that tbe young man had been in a trance and was on the way to recovering hia senses. The occurrence created a great sensation. Many of those present fled from the house and would not return. All were deeply moved and the scene for some time was one of intense ex citement. Miss Waitin—O, Mr. Hangbaque, did you read in the papers about the tax which they impose upon bachelors in Belgium? Mr. Hangbaque No. Do thej» though? "Yes. What do you think of It? "Pretty good scheme, I should think —no one tries to evade it, I suppose." —Detroit Tribune. A Case la Fotet. "There are times," said the man with the oratorical manner, "when we are overwhelmed with humiliation at the powerlessness of the human mind. "Tnat'a very true," was the reply. "I am often made to feel so." "Indeed?" "Yes. I have a four-year-old daugh ter who asks questions."—Philadelphia Item. Recognised the Symptom*. "Who has No. 28?" asked the hotel clerk. "Mr. Hayseed," replied the boy. "That accounts for it," said the clerk. "He has just sent down word 1 tha. he's got a bad attack of asthma and wants a doctor. Run up and turn off the gas."—Puck. Convincing. Mrs. Cobwisger—So the doctor no longer laughs at the Idea that your has the whooping-cough. I What brought him around toyour way j ol tLinking? ' Mrs. i*couvuaid—it JP
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