VOL.- xxxv HUSELTONS YOUR SPRING F^OCTTWEAR. Wil' play no small pait in adding distinctive elegance to your new go*r, stylish costumes, the choicest of new spring, hats and »1 else counts for naught in ahsenr of correct and perfect fitting footwear. There's much in our shoe store to enlist the interest < f every Woman, Man or Child who appreciate faultless shoes. WE SET THE PACE IN STYLES. Jir f Our Misses' and Children's Dc- I Is full of everything that's grod in r * X' wear for llie little folks, large sal s . Our Late Spring Shoes For V ' if X- | The choice of fastidious dressers wl o , J are posted on the swagger styles. Kvety shoe shows the mister touch of well stndied, nrtistic individual style, all 1 5 fashionable styles in lace and button, in klouj Tan Fnr RfIVS Black. Tan or Chocolate vici Kid, mat**l Lowry. I HE IS A WISE HAN \ | —WHO SBC USES HIS CLOTHING FROM— • i i I J. S. YOUNG, { THE MERCHANT TAILOR, .i '•£> mm Summer what tx tt. li:i. d would tn:.n Jy> >3 ill clntliii'ir Ti.ry nr. nil ... • Mik' IN \ i fx yflliV the- Ial« Nt. in « 111 MM) • f.i kn.an>liip t Ih> tttM-t 1 A /l I f\ /# Vj;l "» duialiilitv the stM:i.«'!.« i. in pri.-c ( s ■- '* I /J I K"JV /, 111 lllochav a lssortri.t nt of spiii ' ./ 7-) I &-\/ 1 it Ilic ail t f tti ri> 11. •! pries i.. sitii l/l\\ UI fw 1 Hp Ml G. KECK, J'i j I Jlj(I I TAiLCR. 142 North wi' Wain St., Butler. Pa. . 328 5. MAIN ST- 328 S. MAIN ST MILLINERY Most complete stock, finest goods, newest styloj and 1 r.ves. prices in Millinery, Notion? pnd perfu-nes- THE H. H. CORSET A SPECIALTY. SEE OUR NEW SPRING HATS Mary Rockenstein. 1. " - Pape sros, ■IEWEbGRS. We Will Save Vou Money On TDiamonds, Watches Clocks,! S Silverware, 1847 Rodger Bros, \ ? Plateware and Sterling Silver^ Goods. * Our Repair Department takes ill all kinds of Watches, Clocks and Jewelry, ete 122 S. Main St. O'd go'd and silver taken the same as cash House Cleaning Time U here and the War against Bugs, Moths etc., is on We have prepared * Bu' Killer f° r the extermination of these pests, let us that it this 1 e mixee very iafsfact'-ry We are also headquarters for Moth Balls, Insect powder, Hellibore etc REDICK & G ROHM AN 109 NORTH MAIN ST. BITLEtt. "ar £ -% t rr « A a THE BU J LLR CI I I ZEN. Biliousness Is-Miised by ts. ..:id. . or bl .1 HI !»:::• *»•». t • civ * mr u J RUNS t i.v-r • eadaehe. rtltnrtnw. COB ' f : li'on - ! I f nli • iru-r-: _» 1 Xb<* l!>' I • v.:i.t jtf-/. Tl»i» T<* Vftnr o|»voriniiilr. ; On receipt of t rents. c:.sh or CGDerou *■' o| will nir.iled of the I most popular Catarrh and liay leTtr Cure i rElv's Cream IMi: ufTieicnt to deaica strste the «rt t v.r ri's cf the remedy. ELY BROTHERS, CO WVrri j St , Kew York City. Rev. John Reid, Jr., r f Or- at Falls, Mont , recommended Eiy's Cream lU;n> to me. I can emphasize j,.->s a - . '•Xtisftprs!- ti>e cure for catarrh if us«d atidirectcu." Kev. Francia W. Poole, Pastor Centrai i'res. Church, Helena Mcnt. Ely's Crea:r. tia'ui ithe aokn> iv.ledgi d i enre for catarrh an t tuc aius no mercury I nor ;iay injurious diti£. Price, 50 cents. VICTOHV A 1 v. a}''" crowns our efforts to tbe hat: Isotnest end in' st c"irect thing in Men's D.ess at all season's of the year. There's a fresh, bright ppnrkh* of style about our spring patterns, the kind that has saap and art in it. We cater to the economical man because our clothes give a dollar of service for every dollar paid. Let us show you the kind of a suit we make for MAKER 01. MEM'S CLOTHES i Pearson 8. Nace's » Livery Feed and Ssle Stab'e Rear of Wick House, Butler, Penn'a. Th«- bi* ;«i- j way.. **ll hand ac i i hfri*. Il< ri-'(*omrii«/d:»> ions in * .vn for p< »••(; f lit*til »« ir: 111ir .n*il un dont ir;.:i i al rnpi guai.-uUM- ! Stable Room For 65 Horses. A tfoorl r*lsi v,. rf v -.rs. i.oih am. » < lioi-ms J. :\.,1 . hand arm for urnhT 'i full ;:i*a i'i ••• and hur.*;i'S buUi! u propel : ■*:!: Hi mi I»y PEAHSOTi Li RSUI, *TV!t jjlione. No. 315 i L. C. VV ICK, | Dkai.Bß IN Rough Worked Lumber OF AW, KINDS. Doors, Sash, Blinds, .Vloulri ; »>;*?s | Shingles and T.atl; Always in Stock. LIME. IUIR AND PLASTE R Office opposite P. W.jDepot. BUTLER. PA, C* D. L. CLEELANO, S Jeweler and Optician. \ < 125 S. Main St., > Butier, Pa. ) C. S ELIGMAN & SOW No. 416 W. Jefferson St., Butler, Pa. A lint* of laU'st and D'lmostic- always In stock. Fit. Stylo and Work mnn.-thip d to satUfsw-'tlori. PRICES REASONABLE. p:i» is the rmz to have ji'Jys Your ClotHii^ CLEANED or D7ED If you want good and reliable cleaning or dyeing done, there is just one place in town where you can get it, and that is at T?2 f nssYi fft rvi?'" u ->s inanuf.'i'-t u« !. T!I».).M i'. w ON r w Diamond sir< »'t AH' . lit iij, l\t. M. C. WAGNER, ARTIST PHOTOGRAPHER, 1,9 South Main street Over Siiaul & .Nast's Clc.liing Store A Wicked Wor^aij* CHAPTER I. A Mysterious Tragedy. A dead man! A ghastly speetaole huddled upon the gayly carpeted flow of a room at a fashionable hotel in a certain large city. Dead! Yes. there was no doubt, for the body was quite ! cold and fast growing rigid, j On a table beside the chair in which the man had evidently been sitting, stood a tiny wineglass and a vial la beled laudanum; the glass showed traces of the poieon and the man h£4 died from its effects. He was a stranger to the house; h&d called the evening before and secured a : room, retiring to it immediately, havirg first requested to be called in tl e morning in time for the six o'clock Wertern train. But when the hour ar rived for him to be aro ■d. and the ser\ant went to awaken him, iie did i cot respond to the summons Hour after hornr passed, and still tho stronger failed to make his appear i ance, ami finaliy the proprietor of the i h itse, aSarmcd at the strange silen< e ' within the if om, burst open th" door ! of thf chamb: r. revealing its ghastly | occupant. Tb;> afft'ir was enshrouded In mya- I tery The door of the room wti.s . locked on the inside; there wa? but one wirudow, opening ant upon a small balcony, and this window, thougb closed, was n >t faster.fvl; but the room V'RS in the thiid story, and could not be tetached from without except by the atfl of a long ladder, arnd certain exposure would follow such an at tempt. They crowded about the door-way of that chamber of death —thp terrified servants and guosts of the hotel; while Inside two police officers guarded the body, awaiting the arrival of a coroner. A* last Coroner Jackson aad Dr. Dud ley were announced. An investigation revealed the tmith of the statement al ready made—that the "deceased died from the effects an orerdose of laud anum." "I wonder who «3he is!" observed the doctor, a grave, cynical looking man, as he stood besidetoe body, discussing tiie ptrange affair. Coroner .Jackson looked sutrprised. "I—l don't understand you, doctor," he returned. The physician smiled sardtonically, his dark, rugged face growing sterner. ''Of course there's a woman at the bottom of this tragedy," he explained. "Since I have practiced medicine, I have had plenty of experience, but I have never come across an affadr of tills sort—for it's suicide, of course; that's plain to be seen—but there was always a woman in the case! A daughter of Eve at the bottom of the mystery, as, indeed, they are con terned In most of our troubles." Coroner Jackson shrugged his shoul ders. "Well, perhaps so, doctor," he ven tured; "but " "Gentlemen!" There was the rustling of silken drapery in the corridor without, the Odor of frangipanni, and Dr. Dudley Started forward, as a lady stepped over Itir. ♦!.v»*ihnld. A -slight, graceful figure, in a trail ing robe of gray silk, with a broad briWmedi hat, and long, sweeping gray plumes. A woman beautiful as a Iream! The childish little face as fair as the'daintiest lily, with a faint pink oil .tbe dimpled cheeks; a month lijta % w&rtet pomegranate blossom, white teeth, and dimpled chin; eyes largo, luetroAis, like black velvet, veiled by Irthg. sweeping dark lashes; while— Jtr&Hge contrast I—Her hair was the edof or gold, and waved over a low, btoart brow. Dr. Dudley removal hrn hat, bowing lourteously; but as his eyes fell full apoc the facrc of the-lady he started as witb. an electric sbodjk and a dull red Jush stained his deult face for an in stant. '"Where have I jmcrt her?" he mut tered to "By Jove! I know! riißfS'S no mistiWiling iihat face among kthousand!" 6tit the lady—qu?te unconscious of {lb close scrtitiny~«-advanced to tho {enter of the room near where the lead-man lay, paused irresolutely, and |jr, DUtJley observed! that she did not turn her eyes in the> direction of the lofjjsc upon the floor W! 1 ' Xfce low, sweet, vibrant tone stirred Uie heart of every man present. "I ventured-. here because I—l fcave just arrived in the city, and as ioon as I reached this hotel I was in formed of the —this awdiul affair, arid ther eyes searched tfcie room, with t nervous hunted look In their lustrous Jscths, resting at last upon the White, kpturae't face of the dead man. She darted forward 1 with a low cry ►f horror. "It la!" she wailed. "Oh, Barton! Barton! my husband!" She fell upon her kneas and pillowed the dead man's head upon her breast, lobbing, moaning, wailing. "Is he really dead? Is there no tope?" she cried, witlly, glancing in to the faces of the men who stood near kn respectful silence. "I must see a physician." Dr. Dudley came nearer. "I am a physician, madam," he ob- "Dr. Morris Dudley, of this fity. I have made an examination, (tnd —I regret exceedingly—but—he 1$ (uite dead—an overddse of laudanum, madam/' "Oh, Heaven!" she groaned, "I feared this! I have earned him re peatedly, but he would not dusistl Doctor, my husband was a great suf ferer from an acute nervous disease. Ho contracted the habit of using laud anum and opium some months since; he must have taken an overdose! Yes," he added, thoughtfully, In an under tone—her eyes dropped to the still, iload face before her —"he must have taken an overdose!" Her head was bowed again as though she was weeping violently. But at last she arose. "There will be an inquest. I pre sume?" she questioned, timidly. The coroner bowed respectfully. "In a short time, nwraaui." he re turned. "I will tell you," she faltered. "This gentleman—Mr. Barton Chadwicke, of 01 irtwifke Hull. Westchester County, Maryland—was my husband. He left home two days ago. intending to go West on some business. But he was not well, aud I —l was so troubled in regard to his health—'fancied that "his mind was becoming iJteeted, that when he had gone I determined to follow him on the next train. I did so, and when 1 arrived nt the hotel. the first intelligence that greeted me was this: I felt a dreadful conviction that the dead mau in this room was Barton fchadw.'-'-c. I ha.-jt'.'ntU here, ant 1 BUTLICk, HA., THURSDAY. \lA\ 1C IS<)S ! identify him as my husband. That is ail." She burst into a violent, hysterical . sobbing, and borne of the lady guests, full of pity for the stranger's affliction, bore her away to a room, where sne could give way to her awful sorrow ; without the annoyance of curious pry : ing eyes. "!! ...ih!" thought Dr. Dud!'-'- to hinu-elf. w.'ier. she was gone; "tiier. s no iu circumstance about Mrs. "n ..- v.-icke. She says that she ter husband on the next train, bt't l.e ! i-rri\-. i yestertl yat sundown, .it the ! r.ext traiu gets in three hours later. ! ! - 'he madam makes her appearance I here at noon the day following. Now, I'' heie was she during the interval? And there's something •:■!- • crooked, ! too; notwithstanding all the time she | .vp- weeping and walling, and . >'>blug, jhe hadn't a tear in her eyes!" j Ar. 1 tlit astute iot ;or his head sagely. A man never commits suicide witL o'tt a c-an/.o!'' he observed, aloud, "and ' a pretty good reason, too. I should j imagine! Gentlemen, I remarked j liefote, 1 be lieve that there's a woman tin the ease!" The ir. j" si t. at "aeiil a few hours la ter but nothing satisfactory; ar.d no verdict could be rendered, fcr the jury did not tgree. there being a d'vided opinion in regard to the matter some advocating suicide, and others accidental poisoning. So the matter rested, and Barton Chadwicke's body was prepared for the grave, and placed In a metallic burial case, to be removed to the. family tomb. The heart-broken widow, arrayed in deep mourning gar ments, entered the train, and with its sad burden it steamed away to Mary land and Chadwicke Hall. it was sunset, a lovely spring even ing, when the train paused at the near est statiou, and Mrs. Chadwicke alighted. A close carriage awaited her; and a hearse was in readiness to convey the body to the home which he had left so short a time previous, in life and usual health. It was just at the louely twiiight hour, when the sad little procession wound its way up the long avenue leading to the hall —a fine old gray stone house, built in an Irrop-ttlnr fashion, and half covered with clinging ivy. The servants, a weeping train, re seived the body of their late master, with loud lamentations but the widow went straight up to her own chamber. An hour later she whs aroused by the j!d housekeeper, her eyes red and swol len with weeping." "Mls.s Lurline," said the old woman, laying her hand gently on the widow' 3 shoulder. "Mr. Ruthven is in the li brary; he says will you, can you see him?" Mrs. Chadwiclts arose. "Yes," she faltered. "Mrs. Perry, tell hint I will be down in a few mo ments. He Is a relative by marriage, you know; I think I had better see blip." Fifteen minutes later, the widow trailed her black robe down the broad staircase to the library, a great, gothlc sombre apartment, lying in gloomy shadow now, lighted onlv by a single jas-jet. A handsome dark-haired man stood before the fire-place leahing one arm upon the marble mantel, a lon> nf iw»nor* nr> r o QJX b* i • vanished as the swisb, swish of her trailing garments sounded, on the mar ble-paved floor of the wide hall with out. The door opened and she en tered the room. She went up to him, and laid both her little hands in his. But he caught her in his arms, and straineii her madly to his heart. "My own! my own!" he pnnted, hoarsely. "Lurline. there Is nothing In the world to part us now!" CHAPTER 11. Like a Fairy Tale. Oh, Heaven! w : hat shall I do?" The words fell like a wail from the lips of the young girl, standing at the window of a shabby tenement-house— a girl with a grave, sad face, and deep, fathomless gray eyes, and waves of aalr like burnished gold. Very poor and bare, and cheerless was the dreary room; its only inmate this young girl, whose refined beaut/y --showed her unfitness for the burden Df poverty resting so heavily upon her slender shoulders. "What shall 1 do?" she maaned, wringing her hands in wild despair. 'Ever since I was loft alone and poor i have managed to take care of myself, intil now! How hard I have worked, standing day after cltty In that dingy store, serving customers and striving to keep up an appearance of cheerful ness; but now-—" A sharp rap at her dreary musings, "'lt never rains bub it pours.'" she quoted, grimly, "and 'troubles' never come singly.' 1 expect that is Mrs. Flint, come to collect 7»r ront" She opened the d©of. A coarse, red faced woman, flaahlly over-dreased, stood in the narrow, ' It. or out in the street you go!" "But I have no money," reiteta: t the girl, sobbins'.y. "I canno* pay you. Mrs. Flint." "Then leave this Instant' No; y.-u needn't expect to lake your d'id». Out you go in live minutes, or " "Stop!" A voice—a n.-c's voice ■>u tided c : < ?? ! ■ ide the inte landlady, making her start in ast . . hment. A ; My, fine-lookli i old t- ntleman stocd upon the dusty landing outside, his eyes flashing with Indignation. "How dttre vou addres- 'his young lßdv In such an insulting ruar.nor?' de manded the intruder. Ther. removing his bat, he turned to the frightened gill, wao stood there, cilea*.. an;; pale, and trembling "I am addressing Miss Lesley Dins more, am I not', queried the old man. Lesley bowed. "And your mother'., maiden name wati !.t.--ley Chauwicke''" he continued Again l/eslev bowed. "Ah! I knew mat I was not mis taken," he continued. "Madam,'' and he turned to Mrs. Flint, .-taiidinar near, open-mouthed anc. wide-eyed with gaping wonder, 'don't dare to address another rude word to Miss Dinsmore, or you will get yourself into serious difficulty. You do not know whom you are insulting. Miss Lesley Dinsmore is the richest heiress in tho country!" "Sir!" gasped LesUy iu blank aston ishment, '"I have not a dollar in the wide wWld." "ftumph!" grunted the old "that's your mistake, you see. But I roust introduce myself. I am Stephen orey son, attorney and counseior-at la'w, and I have the pleasure of an nouncing to you, since you are really Lesley Chadwicke's daughter, that you have fallen heiress to a vast estate, which is awaiting ycur superinten dence. Vou will have more money, my dear, than you will know- what to do with. Your income is thousands of dollars a year; your home, one of th« finest houses in the whole Fnited States; unlimited luxury, foreign travel —every kind of fashlonablg di vertisemeut before you. T am well convinced of your identity. You are a Chadwicke every iuch. Besides. I've had my eyes on y6u for a.long time. Here, my child, i 3 money to relieve your present embarrassment. Pay th; 6 old —this tender-hearted old lady who was about to thrust you into the street. Mrs. Flint made an angry movement forward; then, recollecting that "dis cretion is the better part of valor," she paused. "Get ready to iea/re this den at once, my dear." continued Mr. Greysou. "Yy tbe coveted eUtn due to the crest-fallen Mrs. Flint —pitiably 'bumble and submissive —and then etwwDaeked her few MJO'kf*- his beloved wife, Lurline Chudwieiie. A silence followed the reading of the document broken only by the sup pressed sobbing of tlie bereaved young widow. Then Lawyer Greysou aroint and cleared his throat with a >reliml nar> "ahem." "Ladies and gentlemsr/» t, Q (.aid. "bofore the will Just our goo*J friend. Mr. Surface goe3 t0 pro bate, 1 have a little ro"' clat j (jn t0 m akO. You are all, jkjsoi aware that the great Cbadwlcly f or t une descended from old Eben C v ja dwlcke nearly a century ag6. '*os vxntailed upon his lineal do '^-{idauts." sir," interrupted Lawyer* ! Surface 4£lU>iV; "but w<«oll know that Barton CShadwicke was the last of his I race and, thKifljftjre, hud the ( privliogefof bestowing up {fouwhu Awuevtr he taw fit. all to his -I" ol ' youag wile "Very riuht auu projier.' quoth J*\w. yet Grey c, \ " i»t -it bitrtoa CI. i«* l.uJ .. iQwful .: : ,t to will a".\e> thv ---fr t • B:> I object to ye rr . ' . ' . v.j the last of h!-= r re, ; . there v two living at the tine ti.ls wIQ was inatle: but, of couise. utiiUO'..M ti .u. Li: rtc a ChaUwicke. vrho was not the man -o willfully v. *- aii.v i.et ire explain." Ami th. raaii ? keen eyes waadereJ to the boi ■ ' .n 1 of the widow, her slender figure shaking visibly with vi olent emotion, or angry wrwth, it was difficult to ascertain which First," went on the old lawyer, slo'viy anfi deiib rateiy, "Eben Ciud ■wicke left a but whether main or female has never yet been established, uor the wueieaoouts o{ that p"reon who. 4 .f living, would be proitabiy twenty-five years old. It Is, therefore, presumable that he or she is dea library window, heard a footfall on vhe floor at her Eide, and turning, beheld the handsome face of Max Rutavoa. He lu-iu out his hand. "May we not be friends, Miss Dina inusica. voice. Lesley blushed us : he laid he.' har d in his. "We ai» almost relatives." he con tinued. "and shall probabi> see a great deal of each other." There was a soft, persuasive toue to bis voice, and his handsome eyes were bent upon ha girl's uroopiag face. A eiiglit exclamation made him start galltily. Lurline stood near him, pal lid as a specter, in her <,iiuj>iug black rcbe. "Leave us. Mux!" she said, impora tivoly. "I wish to speak to Miss Dins more alone." He obeyed her, leaving the room at once. Lurline darted forward then, and caught Lesley's white wrist with a grip of iron; one would not believe that the white fingers could be so strong. "Listen to me," she panted breath lessly, her great dark eyes fixed basi lisk-like. upon Lesley's pallid face. '•You have usurped my rights! You are an interloper here, and not satis fied with that, you—you would win Max Ruthven's heart, I suppose! Be ware, young woman, you may go a Btep too far! I hate you! 1 hate you!" She ground the words out between her white clinched teeth. "So help me, Heaven, I will be even with you for all that you have done; for daring to come between me and happiness!" She caught her breath convulsively; but Lesley wrenched her wrist from the woman's grasp, and turning with Quiet scorn, walked indignantly from Ihe room. Lurline Chadwicke clutched her Jew sled hands madly together. ' "Oh, misery! misery!" she groaned, Jn bitter agony; "I have sinned la V.\in! what have I done? What have t dope? —and —all —for naughtl" Up and down the long room she paced 'ike a mad creature. Hour after hour passed; night threw Its sable cur t.in over 11 things, and the sil\ety hi'oon arose;* £tlll Ae never wearied in her nervous [ Vicing to and fro. Meantime, in she handsome chamber assigned her, LtVley slept the sleep of the iunocent. An*l lu»her dreams, pur •uing her like a a face haunt ed her—the face Otf and |h&t she nctver lb % her waking jnomenM A noble,: handsome .faoa;/ and rofin'-fi features, With blue Ud gobd-i*own hair,.and muetcushe>/: shading tbe haughty .upper lip. lfi!» eyes, deep unfl wy&drqusly bedlitlfuU were liked upon her face irttli u statu esque fewe., and her long .gold liulr all ifiont, 4She looked like a spirit, as she (eaned her -iiead against the itfure j Cushions of%er fbair. and gazed list i U3ssry from Ihe window. [ suddenly*she sturtcii, With a sujange khrlll at h«* hSarL Hud her vision jojtne to pa3B? ' For there, below her open wifidow, leaning against a huge acacia« tree, jtood the gractfiU figure of>a m»), his face uplifted in Ifct) radiant. fis glance upon her cascanent; as the moon's ra?s glinted upon tile handsome, clearntut features, flinging th»>m out In bttd relief like a jameo, Lesley saw that- J A STREAK OF LUCK. It U' -tit U'n\, Tp. and It \\ *»*t U iy, W my Down. The r'niy of the English dude who v.t.ked into a Spokane, Wash., .mm li : .«ni the other night. and, \»uh $; . -siceo d»u in winning to.OO'i. is t." -l.'fT t:t.,t deal of talk. The oion net r. which 'he western papers arc treating the cvint would serve to make cue l < lieve that such was unpre .dented. There have been ten thou su:.d ruses of late years when bigger fortune* than that have l>e«n made at faro jacks, in Santa Fe. N\ M.. dur ing the exposition in ISSI I saw yellow chips, representing $1 tKKt eich. piled up as high as a cat's bark on a Single card, writes an old snort in the Chicago Times-Herald. Tom Jemison of Meri dian, Miss. w,->s playing in Conaat & Hart's on? night, and when he cashed in. after a sitting of two and a half hours, the Arm handed him »46,Ut)0. Jem;.llow or.e to bet on any single card exceeding *12.50. I asked Tom Fitz, who during the Hopkins administration owned one of the biggest gambling institutions In Chicago, his highest winnings and losses in a single night at faro. Said he- "In those days I took my meals at th Boston Oyster House. A certain rod-i-e.-'dod waiter served me. He was k'rul and attentive, and his 'tips' were not .-mall ones, besides, he received a fair salary. But as regularly as Satur day nights rolled around I would tlud him in front of one of my tables, and he never got away with a cent. I watched him play for two years, and finally one night I told him that I didn't care for his money. In othei' words. I barred him from the game. Well, one Saturday niel lows were SSOO. "'At daylight 1 t-.ilinated that he h id •won aba-it $20,000 Hts luck eeemed sen phenomenal that I sent out for ftnothon dealer, hoping in this way to break hia charm. But he won on. I sent fop another, and still the chips went his way. I dealt mvself for a little while, but he would whip-aaw me at every turn. I quit him and turned him over to cue of the luckiest bank dealers could be procured in Chicago. But wo couldn't teat him. lie would put bla bets down blindly, and the cards would come his way. He didn't play 'eodr.s' nor 'single outs' nor double outs.' He, put chip down and they west back to him twire fold. He called the turn a half dozen Ilnje. j for the limit. About; •wert fagged out and it looked as If ha would own the shop in a little while, 1 called for his chips. T had had enough. By that time he wag fairly drunk He tried to count, but he, couldn't. In fumbling with his chips he knocked more than SSOO on thq floor, to be picked up by 'hangers on.' He was ahefld of the game $46,700. I took him udiiie aud explained to him that 11 he went out of the building wltlj much money he would be robbed. Ho consented to let mo keep It for him—all but ??00. I gave him thla much In big bills, raid told him tlfrt tuy time he wanted the remainder and would come in sober he could get it. "Three days elapsed and I heard nothing of him. I became alarmed, and sent one of my men out to hunt him up. His whereabouts could not be ascertained. But al>out closing tlmq on the following Wednesday night heople are livi; j or. "the ground," chiefly in Laby rinthine alleys, many c f them not wide enough for two loaded built* to pase-- ir. :v. d, barely wide enough for one man to a loaded bull, and further narrowed by a scries of vile holes or green, slimy ditches, which receive the solid aud liquid refuse of the houses, theii f.
    e equally liaving were they given like opportunity and encouragement. — Charles P. Burwell, In Ohautauquaiv. A I.oni) Dfi'M. Mi6f Tom pk ins—Yaos,Mlsser Thomp son, I'se done goin't' be married in dis heah very gown. Mr. Thompson—My, but yo' nm pre pondously inconsistent, Miss Tomp kins. "In whut way, Mi«ser Thompson™ "Whv, yo' jrst was savin* yo' v.aser goin' t' have cr quiet wt ddinV'-rCp-tO J -ate. RrnHimatile Idea. "So you arc the glass eater, are you?" nsked Uncle lieu ben Sassafras of the museum freak. "Yes, sir; would you like to buy my photograph? Only 25 cents." "No, T don't care for no photograph, but I would like to usk a question." "Well?" ! "When you want a square meal do you tackle a window pane?"— Detroit Free Press. Dnrrr Wayn of \Vome». "I never will know how to get along with women." "What's the trouble?" "Well, my wife got a gown that doesn't fit; I told lier it didn't fit, and she got mad. Then she got another gown that didn't fit; I didn t tell her that it didn't fit—and she got mad again."—Brooklyn Life. Welcome lloine. Duchess of Barrowitz (to attendant) —Who knocks ut the castle gates at this unseemly hour? Attendant (excitedly) —It Is thy son. He brings with him an American wife with a purse lnrge enough to pay all the family debts. Duchess (with emotion) —Admit my * son and the uurse— N. V, Weekly. . ... *•<