VOLXXXII * Mid-Summer * CLEAEANCE + S A L E. + Having placed our orders for Fall and Winter goods, we must make room for them. We therefore offer you the usual Mid-Sum mer prices always found in this store July and August. Capes, goods, silks, millinery- and notions, shirt waists, wrappers and skirts at prices less than cost. We are also having a SPECIAL REMNANT SALE of woolens, silks, calico, ginghams, satines and lawns, muslins and linings. These remnants all marked down just one-half the original price —a rare chance to secure bargains. This mid-summer clearance sale p.' "he popular and reliable store of IS Jennie E. ZimmermaN, 0| p hi e Ho.. 1 Lowry. Successor to Ritter .j. I | ' * D;i!« «"re habitual constlpa- HOOd S i iilS tion. Price Areata. HEINEMAN & SON, ? "} I SUMMER i* approaching id iq,» t V only way to ke*p cool ir> K T to go to rtf Ileineman s I n f ** fri i r m and et y.nrsol: h nice f jJJ Jf5 3 2 Wo bavo ti;i J : QQ J »nd fin< f # Hammocks £2 9 S ever brought to liutler Wall Paper S§ J In n. die cbfapect. to th«- \ finest of Pressed 5 M st PAPERS. # \V« also haudle the -i £ # celebrated £ ' "J RAMBLER j BICYCLE. j HEINEMAN & SON. GREAT SAMPLE SALE. | Suminer Siloes, AT Half=Prices. Just received 1,000 pairs of Summer Sample Shoes and Slip pers. These goods are to be sold at once. I bought them at my own price and you can have them at yours. These samples were not bought to make money 011, but to k-:ep things lively during the dull season. Prices Good for 10 Days Only Ladies' I-'ine Tan Oxfords, f-i and $1.25 kind $ 65 Ladies' Fine Dongola Oxfords, 75c kind £ 4° Ladies' Fine Cloth Slippers go at... 21 Ladies' Fine Tan Shoes, heel, *2 kind Ladies' Fine Tau Shoes, spring, $2 kind ; $1 10 Ladies' Fine Kill Button Slibes re duced to . $ $4 Ladies' Fine Tan Shoes, $2 kind.... 1 25 Bovs' and Youths' Fine Tan Shoes $2 kind.... i ?i 10 Misses and Children's Tan Shoes Space forbids me quoting fur ther,but if you will call during this Sample Sale you will sec Summer Shoes going cheaper than ever be fore. Don't delay but come at once and try The New Shoe Store During This SAMPLE SALE OF SUMMER SHOES. C. E. MILLER, 215 s. Main St., Butler, Pa. Seanor & Nace's Livery, Feed and Sale Stable, Reai* of Wick House, Butler, Pa " Tbe beat of horses and first dari ngs always on hand and for hire. Best accommodations in town for permanent boarding and transient trade. Special care guaranteed. Stable room for eixtv five horse*-. A good class of horses, both driv ers and draft horses always on band and for sale under a fall guarantee; and horses bought upon proper noti fixation by sEANOR & NACE. All kinds ot live stoc-k bought and sold. Telephone at Wick House. BUTLER LUMBER COMPANY Shippers and dealers in Huilding Materials Rough and uressed Lumber of all kinds, Doors and Window?, and Mouldings of all kinds. H. E. WICK, Manager. Office and Yards, K_>»t;t'unninj;h*i!i inri Monroe turret!. UTTLER. PA., THURSDAY, Al T (4UST 8, 1895. A BTjKXED LETTER. There it lies. A small heap of ashes •and a few fluttering', blackened leaves. And this is all that remains of a once crested sheet of gray letter paper, ex haling a perfume of white violets. I wonder to what extent it really represented the sentiments and thoughts of the charming society girl from whom it came. A fascinating young woman whose eyes are as blue as are the violets whose breath seems always to cling to everything she wears What a pity women are not as hon est as are flowers. A man could then reach to some satisfactory conclu sion about them and with them. A flower may be beautiful but odorless, like the camera, in which it makes no pretense a* raising more than your eye. Or, it is less perfect in shape and color, but with so sweet a breath that 000 never grows tired of having it around. There is no sham in a flower —but with women I'm inclined to believe it's all shatn. Humbuggery and sham! The prettiness and outside charm are ap parent enough. l?ut when it comes to the genuineness of the perfume of sweet thoughts and tender graces, and to the splendid charity of sentiment, which, if women only knew it, enwraps them around with an attractiveness far more potent than the most subtle and pen etrating perfumes, man is all at sea. He can't for the life of him tell the honest, can't say whether they arc divinely constituted, or if it Is merely the imitation article. lie is charmed one day by unexpected revelations of deep feeling and an appreciation of the lofty and t e beautiful in life, or at least by- what looks like it, and he is repelled the next by a clear and distinct exhibition of a careless heartlessness which would forever and a uay disgust him in a man, but which only serves to upset him mentally by creating a thousand and one doubts as to which of the two phases of character is the preponder ating one in the complex feminine na ture he happens to have under consid eration. If she is fair of form and face—as Alice undoubtedly is—he gen erally gives her the benefit of the doubt and resolutely closes the eyes and ears of his better judgment against those ugly, villainously small traits which are as great a disfigurement to her mental and moral graces as would be a deep crack across some exquisite Sevres porcelain vase, a fatal blemish, by which all the beauty and value are mined and destroyed. That's where the constant and ever lasting mistake of a man's life is com mitted. He can never judge of a worn an by the same standard, the same clear-sighted mental gauge, which he applies so easily to his fellow man. Fcrr every ono knows that to properly con duct any kind of business correct in sight into character is essential. That we manage to acquire easily enough in school, college and practical every day life, and for the reason that we deal with each other. But I defy a man to be certain sure of anything on earth or in neaven when his calcula tions must reston some feminine basis, where instability is inevitable. But perhaps other men are cleverer than I am. Cameron seems to get on swimmingly with all his lady friends, and to understand them, too, which is altogether another matter; even Alice Dacres —that's more than I can do, henco this small piJe of burned letter paper. And now that I've destroyed the lit tle girl's pleasant words and sweet- Bcented missive, I'm fool enough to re gret it, and to half-believe she was gen uine in her wish that I call some even ing. Of course, when she says I must bring her "Trilby," it is only a femi nine way of helping me to an excuse for a visit Then again, when a man wants to have a friend around for a smoke and chat, he says: "Drop in, old fellow, this evening at eight. Glad to see you," and there's an end to. lie wants you, and you go or you don't, as suits your convenience and fancy. Little Alice being essentially and charmingly feminine, writes a sweet tfgamarole, very suggestive or mean ing absolutely nothing. And vet, she must know how gladly I would call ou her this evenintr and to-morrow even ing and every evening of every year if I could. But she tells me to bring her "Trilby." and winds up with a stiff "Yours sincerely," and the information that she is "so glad she leaves shortly for Europe." Does she or does she not want me to call? li she does care to see a poor devil whom she knows down in the bottom of her heart is Infatuated with her, who is ass enough to dream of her sweet blue eyes, and to stuff violets in his coat pocket because they remind him of her, why does she write she is "so glad she will leave shortly for Europe?" If she does not care a rap (which is clearly the case) whether a fellow eats his heart out in vain long ings to be with her and to near her careless, sweet laughter, and to watch all her dainty prettiness and probable frivolities, then why does she cruelly throw the temptation in his way to call, just to force him to undergo the heartbreak of telling her good-by and bon voyage? Cameron goes abroad this summer. I suppose he will take the steamship she goes on, and they will flirt out rageously on the way across. They are sure to meet iu Paris and among the Alps, and I suppose will come home in the fall, engaged to each other. Another foregone conclusion of a failure in marriage. They will neither Of them tolerate the other's failings and frivolities after a few years of en forced companionship. There's a vast difference, little Alice, I can tell you, in a summer flirtation on the deck of an ocean steamship crossing to Havre and a lifelong companionship with a nice, shallow fellow, accustomed to have his way in everything, and to consult his own convenience first and foremost. As for that intense devo tion which makes all sacrifice of oneself a Sublime pleasure, you need not expect any manifestations of the kind from Charlie Cameron. He's a nice fellow, but that sort of heroics is simply not in him. But, after all, Miss Alice, what are you besides a sweet writer of sweet, unmeaning notes, a dear and charm ing young woman, admirably gowned, who looks forward with delight to her trip to Europe, nor has a single word of regret at parting with those she ruthlessly leaves behind, although she full well knows the bitter pain she inflicts. So I've burned her dainty scented letter, and I'll take a trip up to the Tennessee mountains this summer, when I'll forget all about her, lovely little humbug'—if I can. "What are you doing, old man? De stroying your correspondence?" said Cameron, coming leisurely in and drawing a reading chair to the open window. "Very sensible thing to do. Never leave letters or bills scattered about. Servants are the very devil for prying into a man's letters. Must have been tcented, judging from the pleasant odor of violets around. What makes you look so blue? Light a cigar and moralize, and you'll feel better. Guess that note did it. Now let me give you a tip about a woman's cor respondence and way of writing. It might make you feel better. "Something I've learned by experi ence, and a pretty long and varied and sharp experience mine has been, I can tfU ypu. Whenever you get a B£>t« or a letter from a woman 1 mean, of course, a voting' &uto ring your hours in and out- Mrs. Byng—Wait till you're lying awake listening to them all nigkt with a headache. Compulsory attendance I call it. Mrs. Bell—And compare it to my un settled, noisy, nomadic existence. Oh, it is terrible —the sense of unrest, the want of a home, ordered off at a mo ment's notice, wandering all over the '' TO!', DON'T APPKKCIATK TH* MA JOB A BIT, LACBA." country from one uncomfortable, un wholesome house to another— Mrs. Byng—That would just suit me. I love change. Mrs. Bell—Oh, that's all very well, but when you have to carry a whole establishment about with you, like a snail, it's another thing, quite. And you know how cross men get. A sol dier has the habit of command, and sw— Mrs. Byng —The habit of command and—er —the other habit you mention are by no means confined to the bar rack room, let me tell you. Mrs. Bell —Oh, hush, hush! The at mosphere, dear, of the sacred fane, the odors of sanctity, the peace — Mrs. Byng—You'd find it pretty live ly at times in the sacred fane, I can as sure you. my sweet St. Cecily, and dis cordant stops among the organ pipes. Mrs. Bell—Lively, dear? What an expression to vise. Mrs. Byng —Well, it was always the church militant, you know. Deans ana canons are but human, and there's a pood deal of gossip swept up with the verger's broom. Mrs. Bell—Hut, at least, the talk is all of matters connected with the sacred rites and observances of the church? It must be so beautiful, so interesting. I, on the contrary, have to listen patiently to the tedious chat ter of subalterns who are everlasting ly coming to tea, and hear them won dering why the major did this, and Mrs. So-and-so didn't do that, and who is coming and who is going, and idiotiq gossip of that kind from morning till night. Mrs. Uyntr—Well, that's no worse than having to take an interest for the hundredth time, in complaints of how old Dr. Tir'emout will have two stalls, one for himself and one for his books — and how long the archdeacon is going to be in bed, without a cold —of how many pocket-handkerchiefs Smith- Dolby has left in his stall since Easter. They kept them until they're a baker's dozen —and how Hopper can't agree with the dean — Mrs. Bell —Who is Ilopper? Mrs. Byng—The head verger, and a great pal of my husband's —he knows more of the history of the cathedral than James does himself, I verily be lieve. Mrs. Bytjg—One gf the minor oam ons. and James' pet aversion. Bell—ftTjy? Mrs. Byntr I hardly know. One must dislike somebody. Becatise he's So untidy and lazy, and always con trives to take his holiday and get away In that uncomfortable time between the seasons, before the stoves are lighted regularly, and the chances are you sneeze all the time you are reading the lessons. I wish they would give him a living. We are all dying for pro motion here, Just as you are in the army. Mrs. T!?U—Tom doesn't care for pro motion a bit. ITe only cares to do his duty. Mrs. Byng —Oh, doesn't ho? You don't know him, I can see. You should work for him A clever managing wife TOC ARE A TUOUGHTPUL WOMAN." might do so much for her husband, even in the army. Mrs. Bell—You don't know, dear. How could she? Mrs. Byng—Oh, there are ways. I shouldn't leave a stone unturned. Mrs. Bell—What stoifts would you turn, Madge? You are wery confident. Mrs. Byng—l would give him little hints to do this, or that—to get him noticed, you know. That's half the battle in all professions, I find. I would make friends with all sorts of persons in authority. The nicest men—like Tom—are just the men who can't and won't do these little them selves. No nice man can his own trumpet properly. A tactful, clever wife can do anything. What's the matter? Mrs. Bell (tearful) —Nothing —I was— only it seems quite as if it was you, not me, married to Tom. Mrs. Byng—l was only throwing my self into the situation. I had given you James. I saw you hoisting on his and copying out his sermon, in my mind's eye. But that's enough play, if you are going to be so serious about it. Mrs. Bell (still tearful) —And now I've let you talk like this—you will think I'm not fond of Tom—l am, I am, really, and though he does make such a fuss about parade, Ido love to see him' in his uniform. Mrs. Byng—And 1 have rather a weakness for James in cassock and bands, and I know, dear Cecilia, you would make an awful hash of his ser mons. We will leave things as they are, won't we? Mrs. Bell —It really wasn't a pretty Joke. I can't think how we ever got nto it? Mrs. Byng—We were a little upset by going up the tower, weren't we? Well, there an end of the joke—Here they come—! (ESTER CANON BYNO AND MAJ. BELL.) Canon Byng—Here, Mrs. Bell, is that article on "The Churches Militant" in which you were so much interested. It is deep, but not too deep for you. You are a thoughtful woman, I perceive, and take things seriously. Mrs. Bell (turning away from the portly canon) —Yes, I da Maj. Bell —Well, Mrs. Byng, what have you two ladies been talking about? Mrs. Byng—A great mang things, Maj. Bell. Canon Byng—Settling the affairs of the nation, eh? Mrs. Byng —No, our own, principally. Maj. Bell—Well, what's the result? Mrs. Byng (touching the canon's shoulder) —Here's your tea, dear. We have decided to make no radical change. Mrs. Bell (standing in front of her husband and making a military salute) ■ —As you were!— Black and White. —Gladstone's principal reading for pleasure has been in the line of the Greek classics, particularly in Homer ic literature. NEW WOMEN IN ENGLAND. Recent Judicial Opinions Which Will In tercst Them. Two or three of her majesty's judges have given expression to sentiments of particular interest to womankind, says the New York Sun. Thus Sir Forest Fulton, the Recorder Si. th of the Lon don criminal courts, instructed a jury that "bigamy on the part of a woman was a very different thing from bigamy on the part of a man, and the jury must require strong evidence that the prisoner was aware that her husband was alive when she contracted her sec ond marriage." The judge of another court when tak ing his seat on the bench saw some one in the public gallery wearing a stand ing collar and four-in-hand with a cap on his head. "Take off that hat up there!" cried the judge, severely. There ■was no movement. "Takeoff that hat, sir!" came the order apain, in the stern est tones from the bench. Then came the reply in a weak voice from the gallery: "Please, your honor, it's a lady." The judge started for a moment, and then exclaimed: "A woman, is it? Then why does she dress like that?" There was no explanation, and the business of the court went on. Another judge decided, to the con sternation of English housewives, that a mistress has no riffht to compel serv ants to pay for broken crockery or to discharge them without notice for such faults unless it is the agreement when the servant is engaged. Partaken Of Previously. Howie —I could swear nobody haa taken my hat off that hook since I hung it there this morning. I've been here all day. Bought the hat new when 1 came down town. It was a perfect fit. There it hangs just as it has hung all day. And yet it isn't the same hat. This hat is a whole site larger than the one I put on that hook this morning. How do you explain it? Appleswim —Spirits.—Chicago Trib une. Not In His Experience. Mrs. Skinner (the landlady)— You ap pear to be very interested in that bock, Mr. Forthflohr. One of those realistic novels, I suppose? Mr. Forthflohr—lt is not realistic to me, for I can hardly think such things exist as I read of here. Mrs. Skinner —What is the title of the book? Mr. Forthflohr—"Mrs. Fuller's Cook Book." —Puck. Rain Makes a Change. A little Iron, A cunning curL A box of powder, A pretty girl. A little rain. Away It goes; A homely girl, With a freckled nose. —Kehoboth Herald. BRAN IS NUTRITIOUS. A Michigan Man TrLU Why He CouMM It the ChtpNt Fm4' The feeding of coarsely ground wheat, bran and all, is In some meas ure an advance on the value of baa feeding, mixed vrith other foods. But there caunot be too much insistence H laches lone Welf kt of )aw as above, tolled perfectly, 1 lb. 8 ez. feet on them. The tusk in the upper jaw shuts over the under tusk in so peculiar a manner as to keep it aharp. The upper tusk projects out about IX inches, and is solid and much more strongly made than the under one. I have the tusks of a boar 80 months old; weight, IX oz. each; 8 inches long, 2X inches in circumference, and as aharp as if rubbed on a stone. Now the question risea, how any man can deliberately try to hammer the teeth out of a hog and yet lay claim to being human? I cannot see how it ia possible to knock the tuaks off and not break or crack the jaw. It ia very easy to saw the tusks off. Chloroform is perhaps the nicest, but ropes proper ly fixed make it is easy and safe.— Cor. Country Gentleman. SHEEP FOR BEGINNERS. Beet Time to Buy, According to This Writer, Is In the Fall. It Is easy to muddle tha novice with a variety of advice, and to get away from the possibility of doing that I wish to offer the following hints aa the most valuable and conciae that occur to me. Study your farm conditions and learn exactly what sheep will thrive best upon it If you are not able to purchase even a small flock of 'pure bred or high' grade sheep, then put all you can advantageously in a pure bred ram, and after that do the best you can in buying ewes. Start right, even upon a small scale. The sheep will rapidly increase. In purchasing a ram get one fully developed, strong in bone, straight shaped and thoroughly typical of his breed and sex. I hare always had an intuitive liking for the lariib that will leave a group of his fellows in the field and boldly front you. Do not purchase sheep that you have no trust in for proper development. It is only the experienced breeder who can forecast development. Never take an ill-doing sheep, even if it ia cheap, with the expectation that it will become right In selecting shaep, handle them so that you may know how much of their form is due to themselves and how much to the shears. Select aa critically as you can to a chosen type. Uniformity is a cheap feature for you to buy and yet a valuable one in a flock. There is no sheep that embodies perfection in sheep qualities. Judging between different sheep ia a checking of weakness and a balancing of quali ties. Be Inclined toward the sheep that appeara better every time it catches your eye. The purchaser will find it to his Interests to select from the field fitted for show. The best time to buy is usually in the fall. Pro vision may be made with the seller to have the ewes served by a ram of dif ferent breeding from the one you buy, and thereby you add another season's use to the ram of your flock.—J. A. Craig, in Colman's Rural World. LIVE-STOCK NOTES. DON'T allow the cows to b« driven by dogs. SAVE the heiffcr calves from the best milkers. Do SOT forget the calvea in the "back lot." They need shade and water. IT the weather is dry and hot In your section —all the more reason the hogs and other stock should be provided with shade. Do NOT be so unwise as to grow only the frame of a hog this summer. Have some meat on it, then it will be an easy matter to lay on the fat this falL MIDDLINGS or shorts, with the house slops, will help out the hog pasture. These with plenty of pure water and free access to salt and ashes ought to give you healthy hogs and cheap pork. ■—Western Rural. Willing to Apolo*U«. Klljordan—Kajones, you are a gen tleman. I told you a story yesterday which I now remember having told you a few weeks ago, and you took it the second time without wincing. Kajone#—l beg to assure you that I did not remember that you had ever told me the story before. Klljordan—Then I take back my first remark. —Chicago Tribune. A Ch&nc« for A Dark Hon®. Sister May—l think if you should propose to Grace she would accept you. Brother Jack (eagerly) —Do you? Has she said anything? Sister May—No; but I know she wap deeply In love with Harry Maxwell, and his engagement has just been an nounced. —Brooklyn Life. BU Idea of BUM. Ministerial Tourist (solemnly)—Mv friend, have you, in your sinful and, ungodly life, ever enjoyed unalloyed happiness? Alkali Ike—Look yere, stranger! Da you reckon I've lived in Oklahoma Ul these years and never participated ltt fc lynchin'-bee? —Life. Frankly Put. "Now," said one of the managers to the candidate, to start with, you are a bimetallist." "Excuse me; I'm a trimetallist." "What do you mean?" "I propose to run this campaign on, gold, silver and brass." —Chicago Mall.