VOL-
I Shoes
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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.
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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
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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"
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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 "
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Akron Mail * 1 > A.M 7 iR r M
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Foxbtirp Ar- »rni;: «*!:i*i -ri 7 lo * H or, "
m NHAV TRAINS.
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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
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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