VOL- I Shoes ( AT 1 j- Fallen Prices. NEVER BEFORE IN THE HISTORY OF THE SHOE BUSINESS, IN BUTLER COUNTY, HAVE REALLY GOOD SHOES BEEN SOLD SO CHEAP BRING THIS ADV. WITH YOU AND BE CON VINCED THAT WE DO JUST WHAT WE SAY Ladies' heavy every day shoes } .75 Ladies' seamless hack, oil grain shoes.. . ... j.oo ; Vt n's Congress tap sole shots 75 1 Men's outing shoes 50 Men's Congress and lace dress shoes 90 Hoy's and Misses shoes 75 Infant" soft sole shoes 20 (Infants moccasins 20 Ladie's cloth house slippers .. ... 25 AND LOADS OF OTHEE VALUES EQUALLY LOW »ii||||<Do YOUR OWN REPAIRINGfIIii- We sell a high Iron stand and lasts for 35c. Repairing nails at 4c per paper. Cut so'e leather at lowest possible prices. A. Ruff&Son, BUTLER. PA. 2 * T. H. BURTON. * T. H BURTON. Style is Everything Now-a-days ■And \;e are glad lb?.t it appertains to every article in our .stuck, for Correctness elegance are sure concomitants to artistic development. it Costs You no More to be in Harmony With The Best Expressed Styles of The Seeeon, Than to Constitute "A BACK NI'MBER," . By taking anything and everything irresponsible dealers may offer you. This es ' tab!i>.hir.fnt intends always to keep up with the times a:i<l you pre *ure of that basis if you will trust us to serve vou. T. H. BURTON, 120 SOUTH MAI N ST., BUTLER, PA. The Wise Grocer. Will try to ind.st* his customers to boy the very best %ro jf •- . ~ gf'jS--. eerie.-, in the market, because by so doing he makes a sale I tllat wi " IP ve satisfact' o ". an< ' 11 is tlle pleased and satis. fifd customer who builds up the grocer's business. We bave jjme of very best goods obtainable which we sell as close as any house in the county. Leave us your order and we guarantee satisfaction. The Sutler Produce Co.. C L Prop'r ijo W. *W , Cutler, I'a. IF YOJ GET IT AT THE BUTLER PRODUCE T*S FRESH. _ n-T_- — J. S. YOUNG. Taiior, Natter and Glents Goods. makes tise problem of looking dressy and keeping cool a hard o t\a B.it we've solved it; and for once economy, comfort r.rd fashion go hai.d in l.i i d Our summer suits arc 6r.ii in fabric, nobbier in pattern and m< re stylish ir ru ban ivir fefete, tiny f.t j'.rr tttms ».r.d jet they're rut sweat bgth out fit*. 'J U m, prices may surprise you. > J S. YOUNG. Tailor. lot S. MAIN' St.. • - - HUTLER, PA * . .00 XCOt -X-.TC.,-- —-• -T rXXKX 00000000000000000 | PllllC* <@»is I .. j! tuality mL Power. f I Hitch your wj ■ But be sure| business ||| Pj it's in a | works to a N M Fahys Gold= i good watch, j| M filled Case, | % And that you buy it from g E. QRIEB, JEWELER, 139 N. MAIN STREET, BUTLER, I'A. j —WHILE YOU ARE WAITING For your prescription don't fall to look , „ , over our line of perfumes, we have re- , , « ceived some very fine ones lately, and ~ i) will be pleased to have you examine ) | J ",cm 'A'e also have a very la.geasv rtm nt ------ — ,ty brushes made expressly for us t : "\ yr (Pf« v.vj.r-li bear our stamp, these brushes -., we; '""1 request the return of . „ J.*/ ) JJjj <iny ft ifc prove unsatisfactory • r&;A" \ -'J r You may need something for your - Vv--' - '\jr ¥ chapped hands and face, and if so we yjjj reeotnmend Cvdotiinn'Cr mi as a fine x H " Ff t- :et preparation. HEDIC'K & GR()HM ANN DRUGGISTS. • PEOPLES PHONE. 114 HUTLER PA' Stale Library july 97 . . THE BIJTLiiR CITIZEN. No Gripe Wl. n you '-ike Hood's Pills. Tlie big. old-fash ioned, siigar-eoated pills, which tear you all to pieces, arc not in it with Hood's. Easy to take Ho o d's of II :'s Pili<. «i: h are "1 . '/. ' • • I X MB. Tl.- only Pills to Like Hood's Sarsai :r,IU Thi* In Yonr Opportunity. On receipt of ten cents, cash or stamps, a generous tan. j-..- will he niailod of tko most popular Cat;, rh and Hay lever Cure Ely's Cma Bala sufficient to demon strate the grc-.v n:<-rits cf the remedy. ELY BROTHERS, HO Warren St . New York City. Rev. John rleid. Jr.. of C.rrnt Falls, Mont., recommended Ely's Cream Balm to me. I can emphasize his statement, ''lt is a posi tive cure for catarrh if u-ed as directed.™ — Rev. Francis W. Poole. Pastor Central Pres. Church, Helena. Mont. Ely's Cream Balm is the acknowledged enre for catarrh and ron'ains no mercury nor any injurious drus Price, GO cents. RAILROAD TIME TABLES P. Si. »V 1.. K. It. It. Schedule of Passenger Train- in effect May 30, 1807. Butk-r time Trains leave Butler as follows: C. n ni-aut Lake Expn >s 7:1~> :t in., Erie Mail 9:05 a. in. and Grtenville Accom modation :05 p, m Trains strive as follows: Conneant Lnke Express p. iu., Erie Mail 2:50 p. 111. and Grten ville Accommodation 9:20 a. m. SUNDAY - TRAINS. Conneant Lake Ex pre.-m leaves at 7:2<"> a. in. and arrive s at !i.V> p. m. Train leavingat 7:2."> makes connec tion with Erie fly at Shenango, west; [ train leaving at :»: >■> makes connection with N Y. <£- P. at Mercer and with I Erie at Shenango, ea?t: train leaving a' makes connection with X. Y. & P. at Mercer, north and n<nth. A. B. CROUCH, Ticket Agent. 111TTSKL KG k WESTERN Railiv.t) Schedule of Pas sci [4cr Trains in effect May 16, 1897. BLTLI.R TIME. Arilve. AecrtninodjUion 'i £*» A.m 17 A.M Allegheny "Flyer* 81 . 44 U M " N« ■* « a.-tlf Ai"imuKKhlk» 1 •'•*» p.* 9 17 *' Akron Mail * 1 > A.M 7 iR r M Allenl.inv A' •-•in.in lati. ii I'» <>.*. " U 44 A!! 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HtAfkm), a* follow*: MkKk i-son dafi) I%'iiu-vlvHiii.i Kiriiit' I 4 ' Ihiv Kxpr -w, 44 71 " Mnln I.in" Kx { m--. . - 'i 4i IM.IUI. Iplite WKprvm, 1 '""I Riuf<*rfi KX|»M— 44 7««."» K/i-t Mii*». " 1" " lliiUi'Ta Mm!l, Hiiiwli»y* only .. 8:lo A M J • I <- , .iii' ! . I.i .1 It '•! .. I I " J' - At » \V«. ntciii I vt«"}'•!, : cr Fifth Avenue »n«l tfiiiith fli-M Street, t*- .1 II HI T( HISIJN, J 11 W<H»r», (M-ueml M;i . r <i'-ii I Agent . a - mrc\iv?.- if J ' * 111, '* '• ' I f ... ■ 1 The Place to Hny GAS COOK ING A\'DJ i HATI \G STOVI.S, GAS BURXKRS AND FIX TURKS, HOSK, HATH TUBS, KNAMKL AND IMPROVED WELSHBACH GAS dUIIHER, W.H. O'BRIEN & ON 107 hrst Jefferson St. BEE KEEPER S SUPPLIES SUCH AS liix •~. Smoker*, Hr'xid Hertlons, I SiM-tloti IIro»xJ and l ouiirln- | lion-. Tl»«* Ik'sl. gooas at tlj»- Ipw'-pt jxmlblu | prfn **. James B. Murphy. Mercer Ht., West Kj»<!, Butl f'%. Near Knutvtvrv+i i «♦ ry »orc. BUTLER. P.A., THURSDAY, SKPTEXIBKU23. IHU7 ' "T" "V'" - _ ej\ •" • _P£l-ANP. rrnpynrr.CTTFT. ■ L Why Donald Hayes should have built his house so near the water, that tho line of drift left by the high tide was tangled in his little picket fence, was a mystery to the Seaport. "I should think, Don. you'd have enough of that ocean week days, with out a-settln'and a-lookin'at it Sundays, too," remonstrated more than one friend. "Ain't you tired of seein' the sea, just layin' there? If you was up here in town you could see the street, and folks comin' and goia'." '•F<3lksl''said Donald Hayes, with a laugh; "the sea is folks enough for me." "Well, it's easy talking," threatened theother. good-naturedly, "but wait till you try to get Mary Ellis to live down on those God-forsaken rocks; Mary, or I any woman, will say—'no, thank ye!' j I don't see how your mother stands it, nohow." Donald laughed again; he was a fine, vigorous young fellow, with an open, sunny, Ifhndsome face, and a mouth that found laughing easy. "Mother don't mind," he said; and then he jumped into his dory, which was tied at the wharf where they had been talk ing, and went slipping down the little tidal river towards the open sea. Donald was not concerned about his chance for getting a wife. "Mary won't mind the rocks," he might have said; but he only pulled his oars in as he passed a bouse near the river, and waved his hand at a girl up on the bank, who was hanging tea towels out on the currant bushes in the back gnrden. "riullo, Mar} - !'' he called out; and she I'amc running down the path to the river, tihe was a pleasant looking girl, not pretty, but fresh and honest, and with eyes that knew no secrets. As they met Donald's there was a joyous avowal in them. "Can you get in?" he asked her, as the dory bumped against the piles that banked the grass at the end of the gar den. Mary glanced at him, sidewi.se. "1 thought you were going to take mc out yesterday?" "Why!" said Donald, "I vow! so I was. Well, I declare I never thought of it till this minute! Ah, come on, Mary; don't be hard on a fellow!" Mary demurred, with that delightful affectation of indignation at being neg lected which only the girl who knows she is loved can assume. Donald coaxed, rather humbly: "Just for a turn outside the breakwater. The WENT SLIPPING DOWN THE X-XTTLE BIVEH. sea's like giass. tome on, now, Mary. Never mind your hat, the sun's low. Mary, I'm going to sail Saturday.'' Iler face changed, as though a cloud had crossed the sun. She got in silent ly, anij sat down opposite tho young man; she looked at him once, and then watched the bubbles, leaping to the surface when the oari cut down into the swift flow of the tide. "Your mother'll be lonely," she said. Bless voui I- answcrcl frnv. u, "what's a !>>h myuthV voyage* 111 bo back in lJeeeinu.T. uu limyt*) you 11 look in on her sometimes, Mary? Folks say our house is lonely, down on the shore; well, it never seemed so to me; if lean just look at the water I'm happy. I wish I could live on it ali the year round. Hut maybe mother will feel lonely; and I'd take it as a favor if you'd see her sometimes?" Mary nodded. "Of course I will." "Don't let her worry if we're a day or two overdue; worrying is about the meanest business I know of. I worried about the Humiui Jonas tin: time I let her to Dick Wheeler, and he was two weeks over due. I thought she'd gone to the bottom, and I'd be out my money I put into her. Well, I made up my mint) then I'd never do it again; worry, I mean. Worrying wouldn't a-brought her up, if she'd been stove lu and sunk; and if she ;vas afloat, where was the sense?" "We won't worry if you'll do your part, and write from every port," Mary said, a little tremulously; "You know you didn't write for six months the last time; and of course your mother was anxious." "Well, I'm not much on writing," Donald admitted; "when I get a blamed pen into my hand I never can think of a thing to say. I don't believe I'll promise, Mary, but I guess I'll do it all flje same." Mary laughed and scolded. "If I'd only been teacliing school when you were a boy," she said, "I'd have got that laziness out of you! I don't take any excuses from the boys, I can tell fc'lti—l NUK' tT.rii. —:tnil i i/iii|X)iimoii!> ■ every Friday." "My!" said Don, admiringly, ' I'll bet on you i»f bossing theru. But I'm pretty glad you weren't tekching when I was a young one, because because you would have been older than me now." ' i"r\ . face flushed, and she did not : 'it flic smiled and said: ' id iv;;lcctcd to cor •h would have been in the line of h«r duty as n'-ho'»l mistress of Seaport. The town lay inland half a mil <3,, scattered along the bank of a river that slipped down through salt niarslu-s to the sea. It was a primitive little places; its main industry fishing. Indeed, the pungent smell of drying fish, and tho flshhouses, gray and, wcatherbeaten, and full of lobster pots and seines, betrayed that fact to auy stranger. Dick Wheeler was almost ' the only man in Seaport who was not a fisherman. 110 had made an effort to tkiiv HVILMJUUSU THE NAVJUJIS TO HAY. ' follow the trade of his neighbors, but his one voyage on the Samuel P. Jo*es had been too unsuccessful to encourage him to put his father's inheritance into a vessel; instead, he bought a sawmill, and was growing richer every year. Mary never had occasion to correct Dick's grammar, nor reproach him for breaking his promises; but when, after her friendly scolding for his forgetful ness, Donald said, slyly, something to the effect that Dick Wheeler, who never forgot things, was probably the kind of pupil She had in her school, the "kin o' fellow that.plea.ses you, Mary?" she tossed her head, and said: "Nonsense!** and this time with a spice of earnest ness that seemed to please Don very much. They had drifted around the break water, and the dory lay with idle oars, rocking up and down. t*p on the cliffs was the low, weather-beaten house; its faint whisp of smoke leaning with - the wind against the opal gray of the June twilight. Perhaps the jibes of the men at the wharf made Donald say, with sudden wistfulness: "Well, Dick Wheeler's house is smart er, I must say!" "Oh. it's too big," Mary objected, carelessly; and Donald agreed, with animation, and said, for his part, he liked Dick. After that they were silent, looking out across the gray, breathing, lifting expanse, at the fading crimson in the west; and a little later they turned baek. When they reached the foot of 1 the garden, and he helped Mary out, I Donald held her hand hard in his a I moment. "You'll mind what I said about 1 mother, won't you? And —and you | won't go back on me, Mary?" I She looked him strajgiit in the eyes, and her lip quivered. "Take care of yourself, Don," she faltered. But he only laughed, because lie was too happy to answer her seriously. "Bless you! I'm not sugar nor salt." Then he told her he would come up after supper, and they would go to prayer meeting. "If you don't forget it," she told him, sarcastically. "Well, that's so," he acknowledged, humbly enough. "I must say, I'm good at forgetting. But I'm coming, just the same." cnAPTRiI 11. The day after the big three-master, with Donald as mate, (propped down the river, Mary drove down to Mrs. Hayes' with her little cowskin trunk strapped into the back of the buggy. "I'll stay a week," she told her fa ther. Hut at the end of a week Don ald's mother was ill, and somehow the week lengthened into a month. And then Mrs. Hayes said sjie felt the lone liness more tiian usual, and if Mary t could stay?—"just ;> week or two longer," she pleaded. A week or two meant a month or two; and after that, well, Donald coming home tho middle of December, so what was the use of leaving his mother? "She's not fit to be alone," Mary told her own mother. That was how it happened that, when the dark Decem ber days to close in around the Jittle gr&y house, that clung so close to the shore Alary was on hand to fix .the glass at tho .vest window of tho kitchen, so that the old mother might sweep the horizon for a sign of the Samuel P. Jones' nails. "I don't expect him on time, child," she would tell the girl, "but by Christ inas day sure;" uuq itieii lUey would smile each ot hee 7«e °' waiting had not been anxious ones; there had been no litaTJ storms along the coast, and that was somehow an assurance that thero had been no heavy storing at»> where else. But Christinas day eaino and went; and the old year slipped into tho new, and the Samuel P. Jones had not come. Explanations and excuses mul tiplied; that all was well grew more insistent; instances of delay wore repeated over and over; but it was the first of February before news came. Wrecked off the Azores; it was feared all bands were lost. "Feared," not known. That was what Mrs. Hayes and Mary said to each other. Everybody knew a dozen In stances of sailors picked up in opeu boats, of desert islands; of drifting rafts. No; the idea that Don was dead could not be accepted; there are some people one cannot associate with death) it is not appropriate. So Don's mother and sweetheart held on to hope. Those awful, breathless davs of de spair, and refusing to despair, and then despair again, were filled to Mary witty intense and immediate anxiety about Donald's mother. Mrs. Hayes was very frail at best, and it seemed as if this must kill her; indeed, if Mary had not kept on hoping for her, she must have died. But little by little she eamo nack to life, and to the acceptance of the fact that Don was dead; and then one day, six months later, hope sprang again into sudden vigor and certakity; him, was told by a man who ha< : . just come in in a merchant Indiaman, that he had seen Donald Hayes in the s'.rtet In Calcutta. He had not spoken to him, lot he had lost sight of him again, but he had seen him. Through one uiouth and another this news came to .Seaport, and Was brought down to tho griy house en the rocks. Mary used to say afterwards that when she heard it it seemed to her that she should die of Joy. Then came the waiting for the letter from Don which must, or course, be on its way. These two, who loved him, guessed with the Instinct of wom en bred by the sea, the whole story; the wreck; tho rescue on an outward bound vessel; the long voyage; the first port Calcutta, and tho Instant dispatch of letters to them. "Wo may hear any day," Mary said; the color had crept back Into her face, and the light to her eyes; and yet, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for Don's letter, light and color waned again. It was months before she whis pered to Don's mother the ghastly thought that the sailor had been mis taken, und that Don had not been seen. 81ie said It to be contradicted. And at first It was contradicted sturdily and cheerfully. But by and by they both grew too wise for self delusion, and dully took up the burden of living again. Fortunately thero was no complloa tlon of poverty to make Mrs. Hayes ! more wretched| she had enough money | for Seaport's standards of living; Dons 1 earnings had never been relied uponi they were uncertain at best, and had \ j mostly been put Into the Samuel P. j Jones. Still, things had to be managed j ) for the old woman, and It came to bo a ! matter of course for Mary to live with i ' fesx. So time went by placidly, without 1 happiness, but with peace; antl on Mary's part, with that deepening- love if: ( W C ON TiTZ RIVKR KOA.W. 1 which is the slnur** ','ift thit Death j | so:jetinies thOWl whom he robs. Although tl.vre had been no words tta.it bound her. she knew tliat she was .>ound; and it »e«?tived to her that all the world—her t*orl<l—must know it. too. So when, vvi/iter afternoon, as th.were wa.*V»' u ?' the river r<>ad. Dick Wheeler h out. ( and a:,'.ted her to marry him, her*'" l -' iU6a ' was full of outra<red love. "Perhaps you don't know it, but Don ald Hayes and I—"the said, the tVlor hot in her face, her eyes threatening him with a straight look. • Oh." s.iid Dick, blanklm and was I Oti, said DianKiy; ana w,i« silent for a moment, looking with ab sent eyes at a big co;iler eo:.ring ap tlie river to one of tin wharves; she was being towed liy three doriea. a.E<J M^O said, nervously, something ;;>>oflt its being hard work. Dick did not sivtn to hear her. "So," he said, in a low voice, "I didn't know that there was anything settled between you and Don. But, anyhow, it's nearly two years since thou, and—" "Do you think that makes any diifer epce?" she flashed out. '"Do you think I'm that kindof a ifii'llf it was twen ty years, it would be just the :.ame. And poor Dick, abashed, began to say that it would ) j different if there was any chance, but Mary knew there wasn't; and perhaps, sometimes "Chance?" slip cried, the tears tiriin ixdng over suddenly. "No, there's no chance; I know that. I'.ut do you sup pose I'm — I'm faithful just because he fuiifUt comp buck?" "Well, if you had any hope," the young man insisted, "of course i would understand; but you haven't; and, oh, Mary, won't you just let mo care for you? I'll be satisfied with that, if you'll just take me?" "I'll nerer take you, Dick Wheeler!" sh<* said, .iinting and nearly crying, "and — and don t you t;iei. say any such thing to me again!" As she spoke she flew suddenly ahead along the road, and left Dick looking dejeetedly after her. He had meant to "see her home," but after such a rebuff he had to turn back or (it least appear to turn back. Ho really itkulked doggedly be hind her, for lie couldn't let her go down the lonely road i's the darkness!^ Marys face was still flushed when *hc came iuto the kitchen, an.] fouud •Irs- Tlayei trotting about, making bli 'nlts for tea. The little old woman ooked at her keenly for a moment; she iod her suspicions and her hopes. Dick Wheeler had stepped in earlier in '.he afternoon to nsk ho.v slio did— I'tt. .lass the time of day, Mrs. Haye# ,aid; and in a casual way had asked ,vhen Mary vvouhi So in. "P • wants to ."neat »ier 4 and !; houi« with her," |h« chuckled to herself; "well, well, that's right. That's how it ought be. I hope the child will tnke liim." There was a curious inconsistency about Don's mother. She loved Mary for her faithfulness to Don, but — why should Mie girl lose « goorj chanee.'i' She had no small fears of any discom fort to herself, any neglect — she knew Marj! f*"; with the best will In the MAKING nISCCITS TOR TKA. world, she tried to further Dick's suit. She talked about him a pood deal; Ids money, his providence, his pood heart; and the fine bow window he had built. In his dining-room. "Pick, he's all for use and comfort, and ids wife," she reminded Mary with fortablo than most folks. She won't have to carry water in from the well, the way you do here; he's pot it run ning in the kitchen!" "There are worse thing* than curry ing in the water from the well," Mary said, decidedly; and Mrs. Hayes paid to herself, disappointedly: "There! well, she m set! Poor Dick, I guess there ain't no chance for him." C'HAPTEK 111. But Dick Wheeler did not |»Q easily resign the hope that Mary would ac cept him. In his slow, honest, deliber ate way, lie went all over the situation in his own mind. He knew Don's worth, and lie had felt, as had everybody who had come in contact \vith him, the at traction of the young fisherman's sweet, kind, careless nature lie know all that with no Jealousy or bitterness; with only a sober, kindly acceptance of the fact He admitted the loyalty of Mary's heart, "and I like her all the better," ho said to himself stoutly. He even realized. In an i-xact, reasoning way, the force of Maryi. ideal of Don; "and the longer she waits, the more she'll care for him," lie thought, sober ly. I' • mst not lost- any time, that was ■ So he tried a dozen loving artiii ue called—not too often He carried fruit to Mrs. Hayes; he sent books to Mary; and after awhile, to put her at ease, he talked to her about Don, and showed the affection which he had always felt for him. It all seemed so nat ural to Mary that she began to feel, as he meant that she should, that he was a friend. "He's forgotten all that nonsense!" she told horsnif, and (flow to depend on his friendship. She was quite unein ' VealfflW with him; if he met her as she wa* walking home from school, or if he found her sitting alone on the beach, her hands locked about her knees, her eyes on the far line of the horizon, be hind which Don's .sails had dim:.._J, and dipped, and disappeared forever. Another year passed in this way. Dick never spoke, but he went on lor ing. When at last he tried to speak, , her perfect friendliness closed his lips. 1 "I'd better get shipwrecked," he told himself with a little bitterness which • was foreign to his patient nature; "if I was dead, she'd think more of me." He 1 did not give up hope, but he was dis- ' /y>uraged. He hardly knew himself 1 h<r*' deeply so, for he was surprised to I llnii X iraself half sick, and by and by, I altogether sick —"down with a fever," ' his mat. when he came to bring a pair of chickens to Mrs. Hayes' door,, and explain tW Mr. Wheeler couldnt , j come himself. "Poor l>oy!" erir.d Mrs. Hayes, anx ion sly; "and not a wife nor a mother to | take care of him. Well, there. Mary, 1 it is too bad'" Mary looked sorry, anil the next day she went to inquire about him. "Well, he's worse," said the hired man, laconically. Mary took the news back to Don's mother, anc -vis very si j lent. ; "'Bout time to be cone-mod,"" jt"\J I Mrs. Ilayni thoujlit, severely, but that was iilv for a moment. '"Poor cnim, 6he said to herself, "she's worried about him!" "There, now, Mary, cheer up," she said aloud. "I guess it ain t nothin very bad." "I don't know," Mary answered, "I hope nAt. Hut I'm afraid it is." And then, later in the evening, when they £ad been talking of something else, she I sav 1 suddenly: "He hasn't a soul to look * f ter him, except that stupid Jae<_ft><- Mrs. at her inquiringly. "I Just *\4sfi, : ' saiv jlury. trerrTliously, I "that vou arid J coult*. '' , uiai juu ".K". "Why, biess your heart/.' cu-ltul . i old woman, "we will! I know wLa 5 you 'ni going to t>sv - we'll go right .11 there to-morrow. I doii't know why i didn't think of it tirbt." i (looil nursing is well enough in it way, but when added to good nursinf the invalid hears a voice that ho loves ialkbig outside his door, to his little old, kind nui-so, or is told that "Mart made that »JFUPI," or watches, dream ily, through feverish eyes, Mary inor. ing about his room, or even feels her touch upon his forehead— why, he can not help get well. At least that was what Dick Wheeler said, first to him self, and afterwards, shyly and awk wardly, when he was better and wis sitting up. to Mary, Hut, poor fe.ljow! Mary s blank look almost landed him back in his bed again. He began to realize, in a slow, pathetic way. that if fehe had been less kind he might have had more hope. "And Din dead seven hs told hi.'twl-f, »s a at propped up with pillows tn a big. black woouen rocking chair that had rose# fiainted on the head rest, and gay cal co sleeves tied over its stiff arms. It was a soft spring ufternouuj he was much better; Mrs Hayes and Mary had gone home, and only came in for an hour or two each day to see that he was comfortable. w«s Mi*. Hayes who had packed htm snugly Into the big chair in tllf south window, and put a footstool under his feet, aud drawn a little table with htn wedlelno ftn<l a slaw of watar ..I~ C - lo - h j s B j dc "Jacob'll help you back to bed, Dicky, fts soon as you feel tired; now, mind, don't sit up a mir-uto junKcr liian you feel uke it! And I'll coine in to-morrow inorning and bring some beef tea. Mary's great on making beef tea." When she went away Dick sat there In the sunshine, looking out of the win dow, lie made up mind that he must get vvei thinking about Mary; there was no use; it only worried her, "and it kills me," he thought simply. He wondered If he could always feel so dully Indifferent to everything, just be cause he couldn't have Mary? The sun was warm on the prassy slope in front of the house; a big vessel, coining slowly up the river with the tid<\ leaned, and her white topsails swelled and gleamed and flapped loost. ngaln; the trees at the foot of the garden showed a faint mint of green; a pigeon wheeled and fluttered down to the doorstep and sat preening itself and pufflngout its white breast. The feelinu- of snrinir. and lov. vraaav. inv icciiiik ui h|hhi S , »uu juj, and promise wps in the ulr 'Ana i don't Care » darn!" Dick groaned to himself. "Well, I've got to get over this. I'll go away; I'll get out of it; Mary shan't know why; I'll let her think I've never thought of her since the last time 1 spoke. Good Lord —it was two or three yenr« >gq>l unti I've net gMnod »»o inch with her.'' And then ho opened his eyes, mid saw Mary ooming up the path; she was on her way home from school, and stopped to know how he was getting along. "Look nt you, you careleg-, fellow," she scolded, you've dropjied that shawl off your knees; what wouid Mother Hayes say?" "Oh, Mary," lie said, and somehow the tears stood in his eyes he -van wenk. "I- I'*o got to go away!" Mary's Instant 100 It of concern, and light touch upon his wrist, showed what sho thought of such crazy words, ! and poor Dick gulped and tried to get back to his resolution nut lu tell her. ''l don't know why I said that—l didn't mean to," he told her. "You arc tired," she said, soothing ly, "you've been sitting up too long." "Nothing of the sort," Dick an swered, crossly. "I am only tired of this business! Good Lord! Mary—there! I can't help It; triil you takt me? I didn't mean to ask again; I was just saying I ] wouldn't, when you came up the path, j V'Jii' iaaL' f tpvyw'L t i long as I'm going to." Poor Mary turned red and white with pity. "Oh, Dick!" she said. "You know he's dead and gouej you're only making another man mis i erable; and and you'd be happier yourself." "Of course he's dead," sho said, tremulously, "that isn't it; it's because I—l shall always love Don!" she burst out, and then fell to crying; and Dick swore at himself and was ready to tell ' her that lie didn't caru the least In the world for her if it would comfort her any. i Hut nothing comforted her. She went home along tiio river road in the pleasant spring dusk, her eyes Hurring and smarting. She did not want PonNi t ' MTTISO AI.OSK ON TUB HKACII. 5 mother to kn" v she tind been crying, ' so left tlie path and sat down under a , little pine tree that clutched at the . rocks and stretched its starved, lean f fetches out yyv tumbling below. She and Don hail often sat | here anil listened to the steady beat of the waves on the broken rocks. The [ light paled aud faded, and the sea j grew pray and cold; far off a sail leaned like a wing ag.tinst the shy and caught n sudden llus'i from t^.. 1 plow in the west. 110-.v often she lied watched Don's boat bent in? in. when the twi- j light was settling over the lonely shore. | nc Used to know without seeing her, j , that she was there, under the pine. She wondered if he knew that Diek j had aslced her to marry hiin? The sea ■ was cjuite dark, except where a faint | wreath of white came and went where i the waves broke on the rocks. How j dear and kind Doa lia ! l>eon; how full | of laughter; how simple and trusting; I how careless and good-natured; she re- I memb red this or that drollery, this or ! that dear unreasonableness; a hundred I tendernesses. No wonder she loved j hiin; to love such a man was enough i for one girl's life, she thought. And I yet. Diclt Wheeler had thought she might marry him! •"But l v e been true." she protested j to herself, as if in excuse. Then sht i turned biek to the path, ami went on to the little gray house. "Don thought !it wasn't as nice as Dick's," bhc | thought, half smiling; "well, you see. | I've chosen it. anyhow," she said, half j aloud, as though he were beside her. 1 L 1.,, iv <i.f L-i ti'hfn iloor open and shut, and heard a miieim ■■ "Why, who is here at this time of n!;;ht?" she thought. And thei» she that there were people iu the door yard, and two tlgures at the gate sud denly saw her, mid eaino running towards her: "Mary, he'# back! Mary! Don's home!" Mary stood still at the gate; she perfectly silent. Eager hands clutched Jjer and would have pulled her along the oath. "lie'# home! lie's back, Mary, doeouhesi f U "' R ho hes I *o come these ave . w at Jics been on three voyages." T * talking in her sleep. I Mar> «as P<«M to floo ~•* : '* «*«»» these ts " U who lia,l conic to a rejoico with thorse tliat did rejoice, g Afterwards sbo did not know wheth B er Sh'j bin or not; the kitchen was , v crowded. She heard Mrs. Hayes - laughing' and crying, and saying: "And Mary's l>een true to you—hut ; because she ha-sn't had "chances. Hut why didn't you ever write to her?" , r1 t,lo n a voice, a voice from the n dead voice, that inadc Mary thrill with horror; a voice that made her heart quiver, as though the founda tions of the solid MirUi moved and melted—n hearty, kindly voice, said: "Well, 1 was always meaning to " and, somehow, she turned nnd slipped away between the pushing, jostling, congratulating friends; out into the r'ffht. »nd ran, stumbling, crying, shivering, away from the house of joy and thanksgiving. Dick Wheeler was certainly tired enough t<» have Jacob help him back to bed; but. Jacob was* at the grocery store listening, open-mouthed, to the' story of Dopald llayes' return; BO the young man bat in the darkness, feeling miser ably faint and miserably unhappy. He wished Jacob would come; he wished he BflK KNKI.T DOWN AND TOOK HIS HAND IN IIEKB. had a lamp; he wished he had some supper; he wished Mar} 1 woilld be kind er And liien he drew a long breath, and set his lips, ashamed of his unman ly irritability, his cowardly collapse. Some one knocked, but did not wait for his "Come in" to push the door open and enter. It was Mary; »ho came right to his chair and knelt down and vuftit etuu *UCH uuwu umi M>ok one of his big, thin, gentle hands In hers. "Didc—lie's come back. Don's alive. And—and—and, Dick, take ine. please. I want—you; because Don's alive " the fcku. A HASTY CHOICE. Th« Unfortunate Selnrilon of Color* Mad* by l.or<l Liverpool. An amusing anecdote Us told of lord Liverpool, s prominent peer during the I'lu ministry, who made, at least in one case, the mistake of acting before he had sufllclently thought over the mat ter in question. Mr. Pitt had some in tention of creat ing n new order of merit, and asked the opinion of the cabinet | ministers as to the color of ribbon which j , should be used. Lord Liverpool called upon him, ono evening, anil announced that he had made his selection, and was j ready to show it. KYou see," he said, with a well-satis fled air, "I have endeavored to combine such colors as will (latter the national vanity. Mere is red for the Kngltsh Aug, blue for liberty, and white to de note the purity of motive." "It Ift excellent," cried one of the per ilous present. "The king will be greatly pleased | with It," said another, "You had better take It down to j Windsor," added a third. myself think the colors charming; for I know exactly how they will look, as I have seen them very often." "Seen them? Where?" asked Lord Liverpool. "Why, in the French soldiers' cock ades." lie had overlooked the tricolored flag, symbol of revolt and democracy, as well as another national ensign, of which no reader In this day will need to be reminded. lie was thunderstruck. "What shall I do, Lady Hester?" he cried. "1 have already got live hundred yards of ribbon made. What can Ido with It?" Hut there was nothing to do with it, and so Lady Hester assured him. — Youth's Companion. ( nrd* lu Ills Coffin* At the little village of Noinps-au-Val, near Amiens, a curious ceremony was lately seen at a funeral, says the Lon don bally News. The deceased was a curd-playing enthusiast, piquet having been his favorite game. By the terms of his will, a pack of cards bad to be placed In the cofllu with his body, and certain of ills curd-plavlng friends were to have a legacy of about a hundred pounds apiece on condition that they bore him to the grave and stopped on the way to drink a glass of wine at a small tavern tvhere, to quote his words, he had "spent so many agreeable even ings at cards." Tbe instructions of the Will were strictly carried out, and a considerable orowd assembled to see the lant of the piquet player. in trio spring m• man WHO cn>n|« Heavy clothes for icarmenta light Start* out rsbust In ths moraine A»4 la frssen stiff ere night. ..... 1 9 AN ALIBI OFFICE. A Curious In«tItotlon Opened tf tM Paris. Novel ideas are being put into prao tice every day, and if rumor is to be be lieved the latest thing in original con ceptions has assumed the form of an alibi office. What is an alibi office? the bewildered render may be Inclined to ask, says a l'aris correspondent of the London Telegraph. Well, in this par ticular ease it is an establishment which undertakes to poet letter* from any ami every corner of the world. It is. in fact, a sort of philanthropic insti tution, devised for the benefit of per sons who, while remaining quietly at home in a sort of incognito condition, can make believe that they are on a long tour. Thus is human vanity satis fied, and thus are the expenses of s regular journey saved. A man take* leave of his friends at the close of the season, with the announcement that hi* recreation will assume the form, forin stanee,- of a run through Spain and Portugal; and at regular intervals fol low letters from Madrid, Seville, Lis bon, Oporto, and so on, duly stamped and postmarked. The alleged promote ers of the enterprise are represented at arguing that after all this pleases some people who do not care for the trouble and fatigue of traveling, but are eager to enjoy the prestige with which s them ".in i-he eyet all, this may be mere report, for the office is described as being a very dlsr ereet institution, having no outward and visible sign of existence, THE BROWN-TAIL MOTH, A roUon«m Pent of Massachusetts Towns. Many residents of Somervllle have been afflicted recently with a strange disease, which baffled the physicians, and for which no one could offer an ex navv Boston Transcript. *— — wtnttins 91 . T hf y R «*emed to have 1 Z, P ° toon i» <h<> hands and ar ®e red - 6w ' llin P, but they had not ' *l' u ,V-V " ls now definitely Wwn that the trouble all earn© from the presence of that new p«f the , brown-tail moth. This discovery wae made by the en ,he moth committee, , ' to th , eir sorrow, have found that to touch a brown tall moth is equiva lent to taking a dose of poison. When the employe, of the committee began their annual work of turning burlap, to see hew many pupa had ac creted themselves thereunder, the\ OUIH tn the places contiguous to Bomerville number of pupa of the brown-tailed moth. Grown eamkuss py the innocent nature of the ocqeria dispar, they plucked them off and destroyed them. Then the trouble began, awl loud are the complaint* of the men with poisoned hands and arms. The moths are now handled gingerly. The center of the gypey moth pesti lence has moved from the Malden-Med ford district, where it originally devel oped, to the Saugus wood*. It is esti mated that tho committee men slaughtering 100,000 daily. LINCOLN AND THE DANDY. A Il*m«|«u itrmlnlieeace of Famous PrciKeat, In some gossip from the national capltol Ilenry L. Stoddard aaya: "Among the applicants for foreign missions In Washington recently was a New England man attired so fault lessly that he might have served for a fashion plate. He reminded the vet eran Tom Donaldson of a story told of an Ohio dandy whom President Lin coln appointed as consul to a South American country. A wag met the new appointee on his way to the white house to thank the president. He waa dressed in the most extravagant atyle. [ The wag horrified him by telling him that the country to which he waa as signed was noted chiefly for the bags that abounded there and made life un bearable. 'They'll bore a bole clean through you before a week has passed,' was the comforting a*sur ra nee of the wag as they parted at the white house steps. The new consul approached Lincoln with disappoint ment clearly written all over bia face. Tnwtjxi/1 I,t Wnilr Iha r, lr l r, Instead or Joyously thanking tne pres ident, he told him the wag's story of the bugs. 'I am informed, Mr. Presi dent,' ho #ald, *that tbe place is full of vermin and that they'll eat me up in a week's time.' 'Well, young man,' re plied Lincoln, 'if that's true all I've got to say is tliat they w-ill leave a mighty good suit of clothe* behind.'" SIXTY YEARS LETTER-CARRIER. Hannah llrnrcf E««ala the 4a**s ta Yeara of Service. Ilanuuh Brewer, the old Bitton poet mistress, who has jubt joined the ranks of the superannuated, has recently told a representative of the London Daily Mail that the has been delivering let ters without Intermission during the whole 60 years of the queen's reign. She began when a child of 12, and dur ing her many years of service had walked 250,000 miles. Her faither was subpostmaster of the village, and the district she covered consisted of tbe wntterert liumleits lying between Wick and Hltton, on the borders of Glouces ter. ITer daily round was 11 miles in all weathers, and Included many steep hills. Although the district Is sparse ly populated, the old lady said ahe had never been robbed, stopped or molested in any way. Her trawls, apart Itom her daily visitations, hove never extend ed l>eyond Bath or Bristol, and since «> iter vtee* tw' yjvt *w/ any assistance. Notwithstanding the hnrdshi|m "lie has undergone, old Han nah Brewer has enjoyed good health durlug her Vrm of office. Her ab sences from duty, she said, had been very few indeed, and now, at the ad vanced afro of 72 years, she has retired from the service of tbe postmoMer-gen eral on a small but well-deaerved pen sion. Friend* Ho More. Dottle —Can you keep a secret* George Lufton proposed to me last nlf(ht. Jessie —Oh, I'm so surprised! nave you found out whot girl hsd just jilted him?-Cleveland lieader. Wo Place (or taTlafa. Guest—What ia the price for dinner? Hotel Proprietor -Two dollars. Guest—Holy smoke! Do you think inv stomach is a savings bank? —N. Y. Truth. Mnisdered It. Iler Father—My daughter is playing one of youx compositions for her own (amusement. Composer She's killing time all right.—N. Y. Journal. Dan Fratar* of It. "There's ona satisfaction aboutbulld ing castles in the air." "What Is it?" "The bricklayer*never strike."—Chi" csgo Post. The Dreaai of Issomsm. The Wife—What a sweet smile tiers Is on the baby's face, John. The Husband—Yes; he'a probably dreaming that he'a keeping me awaka, ■r-Town T«oics, No.Q7
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