V OLXXXII I' 1 We start this week j S r 5 * !| To make a special j S Cut Price Sale, | j! . # |l VVhich will continue until Feb. 10, 1X95. Don t wait unti' out s-toik .s ;" < v \\ we cannot suit you, but come while we have a fair assorim<nt to sJcci i! All heavy Suits, Ulsters. Overcoats, Underwear, etc., go at a sac:ifice. You uon t I get better clothing anywhere than we sell. We keep all kinds to, the tros ex- S \ 5 pensive, but whatever kind you select yon can rest assi red that it is the Lc<t fc r g 5 the money that can be obtained. Still, if after you have taken it he me ami ate J J <? S not perfectly satisfied, bring it back and get your money back. $ \ A \, • ? S Don't be led astray '>y misrep- The I.exow Committee made it I resentations. Investigate for yourself, warm for corrupt public c.fficia's in S come in and see us and if we do not New York, but you can keep crmfcit- 5 J prove to you that we are the lowest able by wearing one of our Ulsters or j 5 priced as well as the most reliable Overcoats. Cut prices in ewry one of | ? clothing house in Butler County, then them. | J we do not know what we are talking We do not advertise anything 4 J about. we cannot substantiate 1 ? S Did you ever have a fit in a suit 2 of clothes? ; COUPON. 1 5 If not come to us, we'll fit you, ; ~ . a -Cut cut tr.is ccqcn. bung. r \ if not in our teady to wear clothing, \te : itto U£ lllwetn nc wrd , j tb 1C) • J 6 surely can in our made to measuie dt - . ar!( j we w jjj a ]] ow you a; J w pa'tment. ; ca.'h disctint of 10 per tent, on; £ . .. , 1 • any purchase \ou make. Good un-• m I Hustle while you have the legs. . - \ " I til Feb. 10, '95. ! 4 £ There are no chickens in last year s • £ i eggs. Take advantage of our special ; DOUTH EI T & GRAHAM. . \ Cut Kate sale. Hustle around and get f f a bargain. t OUR LOSS! ACIK GAIN! t Douthett & Graham, \ I Main and Cunningham Streets, | BUTLER, FENN A.. \ GREAT SIIBTH SALE OF OVERCOATS, - SUITS, Underwear, Shirts, Hats, Caps, Hosiery, Ties, Gloves, Mittens, Cardigan Jackets, Sweaters, Trunks, Valises, Telescopes, Watches, Chains, Charms, Rings, Pins, Suspenders, Handkerchiefs, Brushes, Purses, etc. This s NO CLEARANCE SALE Of Summer Goods, but our regular stock of FALL AND WINTER GOODS. We show you the lar gest stock in Butler to select from and everything goes. Don't miss this * Opportunity.*^ We are the pioneers of LOW PRICES. We never were, never can and never will be UNDERSOLD. Bear this in mind, and don't make your purchases un til you see us. We feel satisfied we can do you good. D. A. he;CK, 21 N. Nlair\ St., Duffy's Block, Butler, Po. FRANK KKMPKR, DEALER IN BLANKETS, HARNESS, _A.nd everything in horse and baggy fur nishing goods-Harness, Collars, Whips. Dusters, Saddles, etc. A-lso trunks arid valises. Repairing done on short notice. The largest assortment ot 5-A. Jtlorse blankets in town will be found at FRANK KEMPER'S, 124 S. MAIN ST, BUTLER PA. Good Looks Count ( i \ When you tutu out for a drive you want your carriage to look as well as your neighbors. You'll have no fear on that score if you have a Fredonia Buggy. Fredonia Vehicles are the best on (he market in every way. If you'll examine them at your dealers you'll agree with this statement. Made by FREDONIA MFG. CO., Youngstown, Ohio. THE BUTLER CITIZEN. •rheumy INR n a me? —IIiFfiSSWSES br MAW FWF PREMIUMS GIVEN FREE TO DfIiNKERS wF L!OM Cffr-FES GREAT BARGAINS IN Clotliino', Hats and Gent's Furnishings FOR FALL. Suits sold by, <itt>t*rx tor $6.00 our pricn 54 50 Suits sold by others f>r SB.UO our price i(> 00 Suits sold by tubers 'or $lO 00 ur prire $S (10 Wbi.e Meiiuo Uid«-nvi»ur 50- grnde or 35; Grey Merino Urider<ve*r 50c gruff loi 35«. We will sure you 25 per rent o uii grades of cluttiiug. Call tind examine our ti<>' ds >ud prices w betber y «ju wish to bu v or uot. THE RACKET STORE 120 S. MAIN ST. C. V D. A business that keeps grow ing through a season ot de pression, such as tile country has experienced, is an evi dence that people realize the\ save money by trading with us. We know, and always have known, the days ot large profits are past. Without question we are giving more for the money than last year. Our stock larger to select from than last year. AND SEE US. Colbert & Dale. a ■*urt .«.v . t R.lla. • Cures Uttiu tip .ton aUTLER. PA.. THURSDAY. JANUARY '.24. isi»r>. /T^CoWri"oht" lß94. B* Th it Author Au Rights RESERVED CHAPTER XX. She understood him now. and bless ing him for his little ruse, went quick ly to the hospital. The old father was watching her from a parting in the win dow curtain, as and she tripped toward the hospital un expression of satisfac tion came over his faee. And that is how Alice came to be installed as Brown's nurse. Drown slept for two hours calmly and peacefully. When he at last slow ly. half dreamily awoke he felt a soft hand on his forehead, and opening his eyes they met those of his darling one. "Ned, my darling, do you know me? Do you know your Alice?" she whisp ered, bending over him. "Know you, my blessed angle? Of course I do," he replied, making an effort to throw his amis about her neck. She gently stopped him and with a blush upon her happy face said: "No, Nel. not here. Someone may see you. The attaches of the hospital do not think it strange that I should nnrse my noble rescuer back to health and strength again, but .they might not see the propriety of me permitting bis embraces. They are not aware that your nurse's heart is all yours, my darling, every little, tiny bit of it." "Bless you for those words, my love. And you have been with me often the surgeon tells me." "Yes, Ned, very often, but you were delirious and did not know me. The surgeon had almost given you up, and oh! my darling, my poor heart was breaking. He has just told me that you have passed the crisis and will live, and I have been down on my knees by your cot thanking the Father for spar ing you to me. Xow Ned, dear, listen to me. You are not yet out of danger, and you are in my eare, and the doctor has given me imperative orders to not let you talk much. lam going to obey orders implicitly, and I am going to make you obey me. Do you hear that, Mr. Ned? Here, now, it is time for you to take your i ledicine. There! lie careful! Don't, spill it all over your chin. You careless fellow! You are the most awk ward patient I ever had." Thus she -.vent on in mock reproof. The happy tones of her voice and the arch, loving smile which accompanied her words did him more good than could any medicine in the post dis pensary. "But, Alice, I must talk. I caunot lie here and—" "No, you must not talk, you rebellious darling."' Then glancing around to see that no one was near she implanted a kiss on his pale lips and continued: "There now, see if that will seal your lips. You must just lie there and let me do all the talking, l'apa says lam a little nuisance of a chatterbox any how, so I guess I can talk enough for both of us." "Then tell me all that has happened since I lost consciousness behind the rocks, and I will lie as quiet as a mouse and listen." he said, taking her hand in his and pressing it warmly. "All right, and don't you forget your promise or 1 may punish you again by sealing your lips. You see, the people at the fort heard the firing when the Indians eame upon us, and just after you fainted away a troop of cavalry came dashing up with papa at its head. He sprang from his horse with great big' tears in his eyes, the very first I ever saw there in all my life, and I thought he would hup me to death, lie asked ine if the Indians had harmed nie and I told him they had not, but I feared you were killed. He stooped down over you and looked at your pale face and the blood all over your breast, and then, O, Ned, he raved like a mad man. I never saw him in such a pas sion He stamped the ground and struck the rocks with his sword and swore, oh! just awfully! He called you by name, and (now, you mustn't mind, Ned, for it was only papa's bluster iind he didn't mean it) he called yon a villain and told you get up and not lie there making a fool of yourself, and said if you attempted to die he Wwuld have you drummed out of the service, lie called you a brave, noble rascal, and said he'd rather lose every man in the garrison than you. Then he turned on Capt. Colby and asked him what in the—bad man, you know he was standing there for like a gaping idiot while the Indians were escap ing, and ordered him to follow and kill every one of them. The troop dashed ahead and overtook the Indians in the sand hills across the river and had an awful fight with them, for more Indians had come after the band that chased us. Papa sent his orderly flying back to the fort after the sur geon and an ambulance, and then he fussed around and hugged me and called you good and bad names until the surgeon came. Then you were lifted ijj the ambulance, papa scolding the soldiers and telling them he would annihilate them if they hurt you. On the way in you recovered consciousness but were delirious. You kept begging me to fly to the fort and save myself and leave you to your fate, and papa asked if you had talked that way when you was fighting the Indians, and when 1 told him those were your very words his lips trembled, and he turned hia back and began to abuse the poor driver for running over stones. And that's the whole' story, dear, from a to izzard." "God bless iiim, his heart is in the right place, if his tongue does fly the track occasionally. Oh, my darlingl I—" Iler plump little hand was gently pressed over his mouth, and with a warning shake of the head she said: "There, there, there! Did I not for bid you talking? You will find me a hard master, old fellow, for I will en force obedience to my orders. Listen! I hear papa's voice in the sui geon's of fice." "Cr .ne to h;s senses, eh? Concluded he'd made an infernal fool of himself long enough. That's right. That's right. That's sensible, and now you want to get him onto his feet again and do it quick, or, damme, I'll shut up your drug shop and drum you out of the garrison. How would you like that, you old pill mixer? Eh, Doc?" "It would all depend on the tune I marched to, colonel. If the band womd play: "See the corn-curing hero comes," or some other air laudatory of my profession. I don't think I would mind it much. Brown lias certainly safely passed the crisis, and if nothing unforeseen occurs will rapidly recover. But it was a close call, colonel. That shot-would prove fatal in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. I can't see where his heart could have been for that ball to miss it." "In -his motrrtrrno-doubt, or— Well, no matter. I think it was not in his pes. cosionat the time. But, pshaw! You can t kill an infernal rascal like him, Doc, a —a—a—a lion that masquerades in the skin of a duru jackass. I'll make him shed that donkey skin when he gets on his feet again. Yes, damine, I'll make itim wear his own colors. I'll go in and take a look at liim." The old man entered the ward and walked up to the wounded man's cot. There was a look of unmistakable ten derness in his face as he gazed on the pale features of the wounded man. and then ou L\is daughter. "How is your jmtient, Sunshine?" he asked in the mildest tone of voice she had ever heard him use outside of his own home. ' O. he is doing real nicely, papa, and we now fpel sure he will recover from his cruel wound. The surgeon gave me "HOW IS YOCB PATIENT, srxsnixE?" strict orders not to allow him to talk, and 1 have just been scolding him for attempting to do so." "That's right. Make him keep his mouth shut only when he takes his medicine, and if lie refuses to obey or ders, gag him." A broad smile rested on his face as he spoke. Then for a moment, ag'ain contemplating the wan face of the soldier, he said: "Private Brown, I am a gentleman, sir, and I think T know what 19 due from one gentleman to another. Give me your hand. sir. and accept my warm est thanks and most hearty gratitude for your noble, gallant rescue of the light of my life, this sweet girl here, from a horrible fate at the hands of those murderous Apaches, and for your courageous defense of her life when attacked by overwhelming numbers. Your action was that of a soldier, sir, and you honor the uniform you wear." "Col. Sanford, I—" "Stop, sir, not a word!" the old man interrupted when Brown essayed to speak. You have orders to not talk, and a good soldier alwaysobeys orders. Eh, Sunshine? Not a word, 6ir. nor an attempt to utter a word. I hope to soon Bee you ready to return to duty. When you are ready to leave the hospital re port to me for instructions. I will see you again, sir. Sunshine, take good care of him." And the old officer walked away. CHAPTER XXI. What a bright, generous flood of sun light he left behind him. Two young hearts glowing with an encouragement that filled their souls with happiness supreme. The days passed rapidly, and despite the pain he suffered they were happy days to Private Brown, for Alice was ever by his cot encouraging him with her devoted love. Nor was she alone in her attentions to the wounded man. Every officer and lady in the garrison called daily and bestowed upon him the kindest attention, their hearts glowing with admiration for his hero Ism. I said every officer. That was not true. Lieut. Vandever never came near hiin. That oflieer now kept close In the seclusion of his own quarters only when obliged to come forth on duty. When his troop was ordered hastily into the saddle to fly to the as sistance of Brown in his defense of the commander's daughter Vandever pleaded illness and took to his bed for a day. The looks of contempt which were cast at him by the other officers after that day made his life one not to be envied, and it was not long before, at his own request, he was transferred to a distant garrison, where he vowed he would begin his military career anew. With tender, loving hands Alice ad ministered to her lover's every want, and the roses deepened in her cheeks, her eyes grew brighter and her musical laugh took on a more joyous ring as she noted his fast increasing strength. When he was at last permitted to rise from his cot and walk slowly about the ward supported by her arm, she seemed happy anJ joyous as a child. One fine morning before Alice had come to the hospital on her daily mis sion of love, the surgeon and Brown sat talking in 'he former's offiee. £] ® 151! ii ft A /- '►y j ■) -i ml -V * .r I 3§ [§>&{ 4 , r nWfP "PARALYZES VOL". EH. MV BOV?"' The patient hail on the previous day walked to his troop's quarters, where he was given an ovation by his com rades. . "It is a lovely warm morning. Brown," the surgeon said, "and if you will walk slowly and not over-exert yourself you can go and surprise the colonel and your little nurse with a call. lam sure they will warmly wel come you." He needed no second bidding, and leaning on a cane for support, walked slowly to the colonel's quarters. On the way lie met several officers, and warm were the congratulations poured upon him over his recovery. Again he crossed the porch as lie had done a few weeks before, but not now with fear and trembling. Entering tli3 hall he rapped lightly at the colon. I s door. The same sharp, harsh "Come in," greeted his ears, but it did not now till him with alarm. Turning the knob, he entered. "Private Brown, by all the gods of war!" cried the bluff old soldier, aris ing and grasping his hand. "Out again, eh? Once more on your pias? That's right. Take a chair. I am very glad to see you." For half an hour they conversed re garding his wound, his return to duty and various other topics, but the young soldier's, thoughts were in another apartment with kis_ lyved yue, and luj longed to greet her for the first time in her own home. Unable to suppress this burning desire he finally said: "Col. Sanford, before I return to the hospital will you not permit me to pay my respects to my faitl.-'ul nurse. Miss Sanford?" The old officer's face assumed a cold, stern look and his genial air seemed to vanish as before an icy wind as he re plied: "Private Brown, we may as well come to an understanding right now. You nobly risked your life to restore my beloved child to my arms, and I am deeply grateful to you for doing so. It was but her simple duty to nurse you through the long days of suffering which you were called upon to endure from a severe and dangerous wound re ceived In her defense. She performed that duty, and with my full approval and consent. Her duties as your nurse are now at an end, and I regret that I may give you pain after all you suf fered for her if, in doing what I con sider to be a father's duty, I use harsh language toward you. You may think it cruel and heartless, sir, when t tell you that I cannot permit her in her own home to receive a call from a pri vate soldier, no matter how worthy that soldier may be." Brown's face paled, as the cruel words cut into his heart as a knife. A great fear came upon him. and he al most groaned aloud in his agony of spirit. He tried to speak, but with a gesture the officer stopped him. "Nor. sir, hear my decree, from the enforcement of which I will never swerve a jot. After visit Private Richard Brown will never again be per mitted to enter this house, and I shall forbid my daughter to ever npain men tion his name in my presence. This may seem damnably cruel to you. sir. after what you have done for us, but there are rules of propriety in army life that cannot be disregarded. My daughter cannot maintain friendly relations h a private in the ranks." He paused and regarded the young man closely. Brown sat as dumb as a marble statue and almost as pale, for his heart was complutely crushed at the cruel decree. "But," the colonel resumed, with a strange twinkle in his eyes, "Lieut. Edward Thornton will always be a welcome guest at mv home. There is your commission, sir, you trembling rascal, fresh from the hands of the sec retary of war. Lieutenant Thornton, let rne be the first to congratulate you upon yotir promotion, and to assure you that if you prove as faithful in the di-charjv of your duties as an oliicer as Private* Brown always proved as a soldier in the ranks, the stars of a general ir.. seme day rest upon your shoulders." As he spoke he handed the your - uian his commission, and warmly grasped his hand, while a grim smile played over his face. Thornton look the paper mechanic ally In his wild astonishmenthecould not utter a word, lie stood there trem bling and turning white and red by turns until the old officer broke into a loud laugh over his embarrassment. "Paralyzes you, my boy? Just pet rifies j'on with amazement. By God frey, I have had that document hid away for two weeks just to have this fun with you. Never mind, lieutenant (slapping him familiarly on the shoul der) you'll get over it and regain full use of your paralyzed tongue after while. I will find something that will restore your speech. Alice! Alice!" "Coming, papa, in a moment," came a silvery voice from another part of the house. Like a ray of loveliest sunshine she entered, and an exclamation of pleas ure fell from her lips at sight of her lover. "Lieut. Thornton, allow me to pre sent my daughter, Miss Sanford. Alice, dear, this is First Lieut. Edward Thorn ton, a new officer just assigned to duty with B Troop, Sixth cavalry. The old man darted out of the door to hide the tears that he could no long er force back, and the lovers were clasped in each other's arms. "Ned, dear, what is the matter with papa? What did he mean by such an introduction?" As an answer he placed the commis sion in her hands, and a hasty glance at the document told her all. With a glad cry she again clasped her arms around the young officer's neck and to gether they wept tears of joy. "Your father says you must never mention the name of Private Brown again, darling," he said, with a smiling face. "I just don't care what papa says, 1 will always love him. He was my first love, and the name Private Brown will always be a cherished one in my heart." How handsome he looked in his new uniform, with the straps of a first lieu tenant resting on his shoulders. Aud how proud the day when Col. Sanford introduced him to the officers of the garrison as a brother officer and as his prospective son-in-law. From every offieer of the post he received a most hearty welcome into the official ranks, and not one of them but felt honored with the friendship of one whose hero ism had been put to such an extreme test and had not been found wanting. A couple of years after their marriage Lieut, and Mrs. Thornton were sitting on the porch of their quarters enjoying the refreshing coolness of a New Mexi co summer evening. The lieutenant was enjoying a cigar anil watching the ever changing hues of the western clouds as the sun slowly sank down behind the San Mateo mountains while his lovely wife sat scanning the columns of the last issue of the Army and Navy Jour nal. "O, Ned! Here is an item about Mr. Vandever," she exclaimed. "What is it, dear?" "Dismissed from the service for cow ardice in the face of the enemy in an Indian campaign in Wyoming." "It does not astonish me," he replied. "Such unworthy men but rarely get into the service to cast reproach upon the most honored profession on earth, and they invariably meet with their just deserts. An ulcer has been re moved from an otherwise healthy body." Promotion came in successive steps to our hero as the years rolled on. Maj. Thornton now commands one of the most important posts in the far west. He is yet in the very prime of manhood, and is the idol of his beloved Alice, whose marital life has been one of unclouded happiness. The major's aunt, whom he and Alice several times visited in her Brooklyn home, died sev eral years ago leaving him a large for tune. yet he remains in the service where he found such great happiness, and expects to serve his country until retired by reason of age. Often they sit together in the beau tiful western twilight, the dignified, handsome officer and his lovely wife, and talk of the strange events which clustered around their courtship, and the sweet woman is never so happy as when he gently chides her for her lack of taste in falling in love with an hum ble private in the ranJiS. A. v X, ' * " A ; g|gg »N i^^ s=l=a Vs.-S'Sjsv ■ i THE VALUE OF TrttES. Sure to Make an Annual lurrea** In tb« Price of the Farm. Plant Ciot n nbundaut and diverse supply of fruit tr«. -ir home use, for there is as much p;«. :i "l'sns in those planted for sale, but p.aut neither unless you intend to cultivate and feed them. It is useless and wasteful to do otherwise. When about to put out fruit trees do not wait for some lying agent to come along and tell you what you want and ask you a high price for them, but study trust worthy catalogues and search oat the b*st varieties and sen 3 for them. Neither is it policy ever 13 buy s?c onds, even for the sake of saving a few cents. They take up as much room, grow more slowly and amount to less in the end. The city fathers provide shady parks and sheltered streets, but many a farmer plants his house in the open field and gives his wife and children not a single tree. Does he never long for the shade and the grass himself after his long 1 stay In the sunny field? Let there be a thought of the beauty of it, if there is no sighing for comfort. Oaks are hard to transplant, but the pin oak and the swamp oak are ex ceptions. Nearly all birches and ma ples are easily removed. Set them about the dooryard and for shade in the barnyard, that they may lend an air of thrift and foresight to the home. While ut it, place some of them that they may grow in a convenient place and order for the swinging of ham mocks for the children. You may not live to cut the wood, but plant an acre or more of timber on your farm every year, anyway. They will make an annual increase in the value of your place. In twenty-five years an acre of timber, if of the right varieties, can be made to equal in vaulue an ordinary fifty-acre farm. Select kinds suitable to your latitude, plant eight feet apart, give clean cul tivation, and do not thin out until there are some fit for use. —Connecticut Farmer. PICKING UP LEAVES. A Contrivance Which. Although Simple, la Very effective. I gather several tons of leaves for bedding, annually, and ;im using a de vice which, while very simple, I con sider better than any fork. It con sists of a sheet of burlap of heavy sheeting, about seven feet square, na.led on two opposite edges to heavy laths, as shown in the cut. To use it, the cloth is laid upon a heap of leaves, the middle of each lath is grasped and the laths are then brought together under the heap, thus inclosing more BIIEET FOR-GATHERING LEAVES. than a sugar barrel solid full at each haul. They are carried to thj wagon (upon which a very rootny box has beeu constructed) and dropped in by simply separating the laths. My box is about 3x5x11 feet, and will probably hold more than half a ton, when properly tramped down. One person should load while another tramps the leaves and drives the team. —Rural New Yorker. About the Osier WUlow. We do not doubt that the willow crop can be grown successfully and with profit, t ioiigh prices of willow have greatly declined within the past ten years. It is important to get the right kind of willow. The true osier makes very long, slender shoots in a single season and without branches. A willow plantation iu moist ground will last for years, but care must be taken to cut so as to leave six to eight or ten buds for next year's growth. If not cut down in the fall each bud on the whole length of last year's shoot will make a short shoot and the plan tation will be ruined. No matter how low the price, the crop must be cut and disposed of. It is likely that on account of low prices a year ago some plantations will be given up. The willow is a very bulky crop and should be grown near where it is to be manu factured.—Colman's Rural World. Winter Wort In the Garden. Because frost has destroyed most of the flowers aud the tender vegetables, it does not follow that all garden work for the season is ended. There is yet much to do; in fact, there are but few days in the year that some work in the garden cannot be profitably done We do not always work for the pres ent only, and quite as much depends upon our preparations as upon making of our gardens. To be ready when the time come with all our plans and ap pliances is to find the garden nearly completed. The first garden requisite is manure, which should be furnished with a liberal hand and long before wanted, in order that It may become thoroughly composted. In this state too much cannot well be employed, and in this state it must be for root crops in order to have them smooth as well as delicate in flavor. Keniedy for Bngf on Plant*. For killing bugs on plants the fol lowing is recommended: Take the leaves and stems of the tomato plant and boil them In water until the juice is all extracted. When the liquid is cold it is to be nprinkled over the plants attacked with insects, when it at once destroys caterpillars, black green fiies, gnats, lice and other enemies to vegetables, and in no way impairs the growth of the plant. The Fruit Recorder says that the juice leaves an odor that will keep insects off for a long time. A Speculation. Cholly Chutnpleigh—Yes; glove* are worn in bed at night to make the hands soft. Miss Coldeal—lndeed: Do you wear nightcaps, Mr. Chutnpleigh?—N. Y. World. Nothing Extraordinary. She—The newspapers say that the women of the poorer class in London go barefooted. I think that's dreadful. lie —That's nothing. They are used to it —they were born that way. —N. Y. World. 111. Opinion. Young Tutter —Has your father evet spoken of me. Miss Clara'.' Miss I'inkerly—Oh, yes, Mr. Tutter. He said only the other day he thought you ought to get married. —Brooklyn Life. No Kenton to Waste Illro. First Housewife (South Sea islands) — The new missionary looks dreadfully sour. ( Second Housewife —Well, he'll do for vnmuuifi —Detroit 'l'ribu£V.'< ARE WOMEN ABUSED BY MEN? A (irnrrul IVmlolß* Disposition to Gram* bio at Their Hard Fate. Do you think women are really abused as much as they claim to be? asks the "Quiet Observer" in the Pitts burg Gazette. It seems to be a fact that a majority of them, married and single. l>elieve they are ahnsed by the men just be cause the latter happen to have control of business affairs, run politics, and do the courting The woman of marriageable age who is still living at home feels that men are not doing right by her. She natur ally wants to marry, have a big wed ding. and go on a tour of the eastern cities, or western, as the ca-c may be. But she has to go on waiting because no man asks her to join him In these festivities. Tor this reason she feels that she is an abused creature. The old maid who has settled down to earn her own living just hates the men l>eeause they allow her to wear her finger nails off scratching for bread. The sight of a man walking comfort ably along 1 the street, or driving, or even lounging around some resort, causes her indignation to rise to the top notch. Why do they thus continue to abuse her? The shop girl wonders why the boya do not gather around and ask her to choose one of them to be her defender and supporter. She is quite certain that she should not be permitted to live by the sweat of her brow, and the whole of the blame is placed on the young men who are earning money enough for two and spending it for their own comfort. Married women are the loudest com plainers and their complaints are gen erally agaiust their husbands. It la all right during the honeymoon, but when that is over and they turn to face the realities of life she feels that she is be ing abused. Her household duties are heavier than when she was at home; her husband is not the sighing lover who filled her heart with joy, and her days are not as thickly interspersed with picnics as when she was a girL As she thinks over this she becomes more deeply convinced that sho is a much abused woman, that husband* arc not half as nice as beaux, and is quite certain she never would have mar ried had it not been for the men. Yet, in spite of all this, the abused woman is a most iuveterate match maker. revels in gossip about prospec tive unions and reads the paper that publishes the longest list of marriage notices. No matter how un happy her life, nor how much of it she blames on her own marriage, she finds her greatest delight in getting others to do t he same thing she feels like kick ing herself for having done. No doubt some women are abused, and sadly abused, but how about the men? Think of the life of the man who has been so unfortunate as to get a wife of this stripe. He ina.v be no good and fully deserve his punishment, yet it often so happens that he does all in his power to stop these complaints. Suppose we call it a standoff or agree that both parties are greatly abused. THOSE BACHELOR GIRLS. How They Radiate Happiness and Dave Eon. The world has improved in one re spect. There was a time when the woman who did not marry was sup posed to be a subject for jest; when it was concluded that she remained un wed because she could not do anything else. Nowadays it is all changed, and the woman who "does not marry has a recognized position socially, and we llave all grown wise enough to know that any woman who wishes can marry, savs the New York correspond ent of the Pittsburgh Press. It is true she may not marry the man she most adm'-es, but always she can marry some man; so that if she stays out her life alone is by her own choice. Then, too, the beautiful friendships that may exist between women are recognized, and the possibility of a home being made without a man in it is acertuinty. In flats, in dainty little houses, two or three bachelor women (they don't call themselves girls), whose lives are so arranged that one can be the homekeeper while the other is out in the world, are happy and com fortable from day to day. And better still, they are not only happy themselves, but they make less fortunate women glad by bringing them in to share some of their pleas ures. They give agreeable little dinner parties, they entertain in quiet ways, and always these women whose names are not heard In connection with votes, nor whose pictures are seen in the papers, as among those who intend to remodel the city government. The editor of a well-known literary paper is one of those women, and she m: ':os for all nephews and nieces a lovely resting-place, managing to give it all the attention required in a few hours before and after business. An other, a very abode of beauty, is the home of two women friends, one a well-known actress, the other the only woman dealer in plays in this country. And there are innumerable little homes where women are bound by ties of blood. yueer I.ltrle Island. A queer little island is Navassa. A ship load of negroes was landed in New Jersey the other day from the Pater son, hailing from this rock of four miles area, down in the Carribean. off Hayti. Ilaj-ti claims it and the United States controls it. Hayti never pushed her claim. It is totally bare —all pro visions are sent there, and several hun dred negroes are kept at work, being shipped like the hands of a vessel. In fact, the laws of a ship are in force there, officers and all. The product, ond the only one, is sold by the Navassa Phosphate company. There is no wharf or harbor, and the work is very laborious. There are frequent com plaints of hard treatment from the re turning crew, which is usually shipped for six months' service. The headquar ters of the company are in Haltimore. Probably Guessed It. "£('o, I don't want it cut and I don't want it trimmed," snarled the shaggy haired young man, seating himself in the ehair and glaring savagely at the barber, "and I'm not a football player, nor a pianist, and I haven't taken any vow not to have it cut. Perhaps that will save you the trouble of asking questions. All I want is a shave." "Yes, sir." The barber worked in silence for ten minutes. "I have a brother," he remarked at last, "that's got a head shaped just like yours. He has to wear his hair the same way."—Chicago Tribute. He Never Came Back. A wild fear seized upon her. "He has gone forever," she shrieked. She had secretly entertained the ex pectation that the man she had spurned would come back until she had looked over the hat rack and found he had taken away a much better umbrella than he brought. "Forever," she moaned.—Detroit Tribune. Equestrian Item. "Do you see that lady on that trot ting horse?" said Charlie Knicker bocker, pointing to a female who was alternately rising in the air and pound ing a saddle. "Yes; what about her?" asked Gus Snobberly. eagerly. "Nothing, except she reminds me of paper on Wall street —always rifting •f filling,"—tlitiogs. A WOLF FOND OF GIRLS. Cflrtoci l'trtlililx Shown by a Chirac* I'ark Aoimtl. One of tho wolves In Lincoln park used to be a pet. It was brought from Arkansas when ve-v young by a Lake View man who us«»d to make hunting visits annually to the southwest, says the Chicago Times. Ileforo entering public life it used to enjoy a large de gree of freedom, and it seldom abused the confidence reposed by its owner. The Lake View man had a number of berry bushes and a pear tree. When fruit ripened it had been the habit of boys in the neighborhood to steal most of the fruit. Hut the young wolf stopped them the very first season after its arrival. No boy was safe ia the neighborhood of the vines or pear tree. But the wolf did have a liking for little girls—a liking more amiable than that of its relative who is embalmed in the tile of "Little Red Hiding Hood." Af*.. r one season of disappointment the boys learned of this partiality on tho part of the wolf and then they used to )-et little girls to steal tho fruit for ;' .n. The girls would walk boldly in to the yard when the boys told them there was no one watching, and if the w i approached one would stop and I 'av with him and the rest would get. the fruit. But no amount of attention wouid distract the wolf's attention so that a boy could come in. lie would break away from the most enticing lit tle girl and chase any boy over the fence in short order. And he would play around the little girls who were stealing the fruit, but he would never offer to harm them. However, the girls didn't like to be used in that manner. and there came a day when the boys could not f*et them to steal the fruit. After repeated trials, and after watching the fruit grow so ripe that if not soon removed it would be ripe enough for the family, one of the boys hit on an excellent ruse. lie went home and bor rowed his sister's dress. Putting it on, he climbed over the fence and ap proached the lair of the wolf. As he prepared for a seductive gambol with the wolf, another boy, clad in another calico dress, climbed over the fence and approached the pear tree. Uut the wolf was not to be deceived, lie made a rush for the one nearest him and caught the dress in his sharp teeth. lie tore the garment into 6hreds before the lad conld escape. And then he went after the one who tried to beguile him into play. This boy was a little less for tunate, for the wolf bit him rather se verely; so the Lake View man sold him to the park commissioners, and now he frowns at boys and girls alike from be hind the bars. Old Pledge*. At the Paris Mont de Piete, the offi cial pawnbroking establishment, a wedding ring pawned in 1857 has been redeemed. Only seventeen francs was lent upon it originally, but the ticket was renewed thirty-six times, and the owner paid fifty francs in interest. T«ckets are still renewed every year for a pair of cotton curtains pledged for four francs twenty-two years ago, and for an umbrella pawned in 1849. Heaps o: Idle Gold. Since the present year began the stock of gold at the Bank of England has increased by £0,201.000, and now amounts to £34.111.000. This is a smaller total than that of July, 1879, £35.604,000, which was the highest ever seen, says the Investor. Hut the note circulation is also now smaller by £3,- 930.000 pounds, and as the fiduciary pa per money of the bank has also been augmented by £1,500.000 during the same period, it follows that the reserve in the banking department of the Bank of England was on the 23d of May last fully £26,300,000, or the highest figure ever known. An Irlitli Uwywi Queer llablt. Sergt. Kelly, a celebrity of the Irish bar, had a remarkable habit of drawing conclusions directly at variance with his premises, and was consequently nicknamed "Counselor Therefore." In court, on one occasion, he thus addressed the jury: "The case Is so clear, gentlemen, that you cannot possibly misunderstand it. and 1 should pay your understandings a very poor compliment if 1 dwelt upon it for another minute; therefore , I shall at once proceed to explain it to yoa as minutely as possible." The Modern Folding Bed. Mrs. de Flat —Have you anything new ID folding beds? Dealer Only this, madam, and it really is quite a success. On rising in the morning you touch a spring and it turns into a wash stand and bathtub. •After your bath you touch another spring and it Incomes a dressing-case with a French-plate mirror. If you breakfast in your room a slight pressure will transform it into an extension table. After breakfast you press these three buttons at once and you have an upright piano. That is all that it will do, except that when you die it can be chanped into a rosewood coffin.—Spare Moments. Did Not Dare To. Maud—lt is no use my trying to in duce Ned to give up smoking. The more I pester him the more he smokes. Marie—Why don't you do as I did with my darling? I never asked him to (five it up, but encouraged him to smoke more and insisted on buying cigars for him. Maud —You must be Insane. Marie —Not at all. lle has not smoked for six weeks.—Brooklyn Life. A Willing Victim. The; say that kissing breeds disease. These rumors now are rife; Come, lady fair, and make of me An Invalid (or life. —N. Y. Herald. WTLLIE PLAYS A MEAN TRICK. ifl#*!! Dashaway—You say your sister will be down in a minute, Willie. That's good news. I thought, perhaps, that she wanted to be excused, as she did the other day. Willie—Not this time. I played a trick on her. Dashaway—What did you do? Willie (triumphantly) I said you were another fello\% —Wonder. Reunn Enongh. "You don't mean to say that you ob ject to Herbert's playing poker oc casionally," she said in an aggrieved tone. "I do, assuredly," replied her father. "I don't see why." "Because he plays better than I do." —Washington Star. A Mystery Explained. Col Yerger—Why is it that the ladies of a congregation always present the pestor with embroidered slippers and susp-.-nders? Mrs. Yerger—The suspenders are to keep up his trousers so that the em broidered slippers can be been. —Ale* is IVw blfUogs. No 4
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