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|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-
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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
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S not perfectly satisfied, bring it back and get your money back. $
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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
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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. . - \
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£ 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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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