VOL.* xxxvi CLEARANCE SALE. Our new spring stock is arriving duly and we still have on hands miny winter goods which must be closed out and closed out quickly So to nn'<e a long story short the goods are youns at less than one half their real value. In addition to our sale of winter shoes we will place on sale 1000 pairs Men's, • Bays' and Youths' Sample Shots made of fine Russett Calf and \ ici Kid in the latest styles which will be sold at a great reduction READ? iREADf READ *«**»*»**»**• ****** * * X ** * * i Men's fine RuessettCalf shoes Or 25 Men's finj Russett Vici Kid shoes (a 1.45 Boys' fine Russett Calf shoes.. (<< i.go Ladies' fine Dong. Hand welt shoes <" 2.15 Ladies' fine Dongola Flexible sole shoes <" i.oo Men's solid working shoes (" 9° Boys' solid working shoes <" 5° Ladies' waterproof Kangaroo Calf shoes (" 9° Children's fine Dongola shoes, sizes 6 to io% <" 5° Infants' soft sol*; shoes 20 And many other bargains. Just Recived a Big Shipment of SOROSIS Shoes. The New Shoes for Women. These are all new spring goods, on the latest style lasts, in fine Tans, Djngolas and Patent Leather, in Leather or Vesting tops. Very Swell are Sorosis. Daintily Shod Are They Who Wear Them. REPAIRING ® PROMPTLY ® DONE JOHN BICKEL. 128 SOUTH MAIN STRF.ET BUTLER, PA. HOSELTON'S SHOES Safe- We're ready with some special lints —the comfort-giving sort that will afford you the needed protection. Well sell them, too, with a slice of the original prices cut off; a big saving is what you may expect. Every shoe from our regular stock and fully guaranteed. The Best Shoes in Butler. SCHOOL I For the Boys HEAVY I For SHOES) ctril SHOES) ' p eop ie. FINE ) F ° r * ny , FELTS ForM^ SHOESI '""S„ OVERS i Boys. showing'of 11 " 1 Shoe Values That are bound to b~* the pride of the whole county. A cordial in vitation is extended t'» all t> visit our store. Vou will be made wel come whether you buy or not. Glad to show what we have. Some little shoe venders th'nk all they have to do is to get all the worthless trash they can, no matter what, so they can fix a low price, then blow their little tin horn and the people will hurry to them by the hundreds They will find that a little later it will take a trumpet equal to Gabriel's to make the peopie hearken unto their lamentations. The people don't want to buy two pairs at once one to go home with, another pair to come back with. B. C. HUSELTON'S, Butler's Lending Shoe House*. Opposite Hotel Lowry. 1m Won't buy clothing for the purpose of spending money. They { > desire to get the best possible results for the money expended. . I . Not cheap goods but goods as cheap as can l>e sold and made uu | properly. Call and examine my large stock of {. ► SPRING SUITINGS. V night up to date, the latest styles, shades and colors that could < I be bought. Call and examine them. j k Fits and Workmanship Guaranteed. < > G. F. K6CK, S 142 North Main Street, Butler, Pa. V >OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0 <y HE IS A WISE fIAN \ —WHO SECURES HIS CLOTHING FROM— # S J. S. YOUNG, \ \ THE MERCHANT TAILOR, 4 > The goods, style, fit ami general make « J up ol' his suits d S TELL their own J —— 1 | Knowledge | Concentrated f boiled down, pressed to- > I | gether is what you get in j \ A the Nev/ Werner Edition < mrd/l\ of the encyclopedia I §|P Zfl/\\ BRITANNICA. The facts \ contained therein are reli- i ' able,the statements author- I ' c *1 't a *' ve - The index which j ' % is accompanies each sei of ; '' books enables you to find J- —\ the information you want : | quickly, and you can rely j upon it, for even the courts do not question its state- ; ; ments. You can secure the entire set, complete in | ; thirty superb octavo volumes, of the ;> Encyclopedia Britannica for One Dollar Cash ! and the balance in small monthly payments. < FOR SALE BY < J. H. DOUGLASS, BUTLER, PA. Subscribe for the CITIZEN. -THE BUTLER CITIZEN. Bouse r the tor |pid liver, and cure biliousness sick M headache, Jaundice, nausea, tion, etc. They are in valuable to prevent a cold or break up a fever. Mild, gentle, certain, they are worthy your confidence. Purely vegetable, they can be taken by children or delicate women. Price, 25c. at all medicine dealers or by mail of C. I. HOOD A Co., Lowell, Mass. Pianos. W R-NEWTON, Representing rhe Chickering-Chase Bros. Co. Manufacturers ot Grand and Upright Pianos AND Farrand & Votey Organ Co.. Manufactures of Organs. Can save you money in Uie purchase jf a FIRST CLA-S Instrmrtent Call an<l examine the in at the ware oom, 317 South Main St., Butler, Pa. TERMS:—Cash or easy payments to suit purchaser YOURSUIT May seem dear at the star:, and prove remarkably cheap bef<j.e you've worn it out. It's the long time satisfaction you get from it that decides the superiority of our make. It does pay to buy good clothes. Our fall display is of the kind yon would expect to find only in the large cities. ALAND, MAKER OF MEN'S < LOTHES C\V?» L* r-\ lr idU #ir AY Ul (s BJJ |i® He Understood Vfter they hit him. It don't re" quire any bricks to make you understand that it is money in your pocket in dealing with us. This comes from the fact that we sell only reliable goods at a low price, buying direct from the manufactures, saving the middle profit to you. dany to offer now. -K + + «!• HK Ed. Colbert. Fomerly Colbert & Dale, 242 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. Braun's Pharmacy, Cor. 6th St. and Duquesne Way. Pittsburg, Pa,, L, D. Telephone 2542. Wholesale and Retail. Importer andjobberof Drugs, Chemicals, I'erfumes, Soaps, Brushes, lite. The only house west of New- York carrying a full line ot Meyers' Grease, Paints and theatrical goods. Physicians' Prescriptions Compounded Day or Night by "Registered Pharmacists" only. Wholesale and retail dealer in Lubricating and 1 Humiliating Oils, Capital Cylinder, Dynamo, White and Standard Gas Engine Oils, Gasolein, Ben zine, Paraffine Wax and Petrolatum. Address all mail orders to W. F. Braun. COCOA PURE! HEALTHFUL!! UNSATISFIED. Ho looks at me with wistful eves And moans for words that will not come; He lays his h*ad upon my kr.ee And sighs, poor dog. for he Is dumb. Dear fe flow, do you envy us These mocking tongues? Our hearts are dumb. They quiver with pent-up desire. And moan for speech that will not come. , These Idle words that lightly flow And seem with careless < ;ase to teach The secret of the Inmost soul To ail who hear—this is not speech. "Pis but the spray that sudden starts T'p from the sea when fierce winds blow. And fills the air with pungent mist. But never stirs the depths below. Fate flouts us all To you. poor dog, To you the gift of speech were bliss; Yet those who hold it at lis best The Joy of perfect utterance miss. —Mary M. I'arks, In Jenntss Miller Month ly. -——====== | : The Little Curate | THE curate and Miss Edmlston were walking down the main street of the village engaged in conversation, which,being that of a recently affianced pair, need not here be repeated. Miss Ediniston carried herself with an air of pretty dignity, made none the less apparent by the fact that she was fully two inches taller than her lover, Kev. John St. John. He was a thin, wiry little man, dark-haired and pale complexioned. and was much troubled in his daily work with a certain uncon querable shyness. That he should have won the heart of handsome Xancy Ed mlston was a matter for surprise and discussion among the residents in Brox bourae. "Such a very interesting young man," said the maiden ladies over their after noon tea. "So ridiculously retiring! How did l<e ever come to propose?" remarked the mothers whose daughters assisted in given women an overwhelming and net altogether united majority in Brox bourne society. The men. on the other hand, voted St. John a good sort; and his parishion ers, in their rough ways, owned to his many qualities. "You're a dear little girl, Xancy," the curate was stammering, looking up at his beloved, when they were both stopped short on the narrow pavement. A burly workman was engaged in chaj- vV ? j 7A-.&&. t .v THE CURATE CAREFULLY PLANTED THE BLOW. )■ 4- «• '*• 'JT the shape of a stout leather belt. The child screamed, and the father, pre sumably, cursed. "Stop!" cried the curate. The angry man merely scowled and raised the strap for another blow. St. John laid a detaining hand on the fel low's arm, the temerity of which caused the latter such surprise that he loos ened his grip for a moment, and the youngster fled howling up the alley. "What the"—spluttered the bully, dancing round the curate, who seemed to shrink nearer his sweetheart. "Let us go, dear," he said. He had grown white and was trembling. At this juncture two of the work man's cronies appeared at the door of the alehouse opposite, and, seeing how matters stood, crossed the road, and with rough hands and soothing curses conducted their furious friend from the scene. "Horrible!" sighed the curate, as thq lovers continued their walk. Miss Edmiston's head was held a trifle higher. "If I were a man," she said, "I would have thrashed him —I would, fn- I deed!" "You think 1 should have punished him, then?" said the curate, mildly; "he was a much larger man than I, you know." Xancy was silent. She was vaguely but sorely disappointed in her lover, lie was not exactly the hero she had dreamed of. How white and shaky he had turned! "You surely did not expect nie to take part in a street row, Xancy?" he said, presently, somehow suspecting her thoughts. He knew her romantic ideas. Hut she made no reply. "So you think I acted in a cowardly fashion?" he questioned, after a chill pause. "I don't think your cloth is any ex cuse, anyhow," she blurted out, sud denly and cruelly; the next instant she was filled with shame and regret. Be fore she could speak again, however, the curate had lifted his hat and was crossing the street. An icy "Ciood-by" was all he had vouchsafed her. Mr. St. John was returning from pay ing a visit of condolence some distance cut of the village, and he. had taken the short cut across the moor. It was a clear summer afternoon, a week since his parting with Xaney. A parting in earnest it had been, for the days had gone by without meeting or communi cation between'them. The curate was a sad young man, though the anger in liis heart still burned fiercely. To have been called a coward by the woman he was a thing not lightly to be for gotten. His recent visit, too, had been particularly trying. In his soul he felt that his words of comfort had been un real; that, for all he had striven, he had failed in his mission to the bereaved mother. So he trudged across the moor with slow Etep and bent head, giving no heed to the summer beauties around him. He was about half way home when his somber meditations were suddenly Interrupted. A man rose from the heather, where he had been lying, and stood 5n the path, barring the curate's progress. "Xow, Mister Parson," he said, with menace in his thick voice and bloated face. "Good afternoon, my man," returned St. John, recognizing tlie brute of a week ago, and turning as red as a tur key-cock. "I'll 'good afternoon' ye, Mister Par son! Xo! Ye don't pass till I'm done wi' ye," cried the man, who had been drinking heavily, though he was too sea soned to show any unsteadiness in gait. The curate drew back. "What do you want?" he asked. He was painfully white now. ! "Whatdo I want?"repeated the bully, BUTLER, PA., THURSDAV, MARCH following up the question with a vol lev . of oaths that made the little man shinl- j der. "I'll tell ye what I want. I want yer apology"—he fumbled with the word —"apology for •r.terfiriu' 'tween a father an' his kid. But I licked him j more'n ever for yer blasted interferln"." '"You infernal coward!" exclaimed St. John. His opponent gasped. "Let me pass," said the curate. "No, ve don't!"cried the other,recov- ] ering from his astonishment at hearing a strong word from a parson. St. John gazed hurriedly about him. The path wound across the moor, through the green and purple of the ' heather, cutting a low edge here and there and losing itself at last in the heat haze. They were alone. The bully grinned. "I've got ye ; now!" "You have, indeed," said St. John. I peeling off his black coat and throwing j it on the heather. Ills soft felt hat fol- j lowed. Then he slipped the links from j his cuffs and rolled up his shirt sleeves. | while his enemy gaped at the proceed- j ings. "Now I'm ready," said the curate, j gently. "Are ve goin' to light'.'" burst out the other, looking at him as Goliath might have looked at David. "Come on—" But the sentence never passed bis j lips, being stopped by a carefully- j planted blow from n small but singular- 1 ly hard fist. The little curate was ( filled with a wild, unholy joy. He had j not felt like this since hi 9 college days. He thanked Providence for his friends the Indian clubs and dumbbells, which had kept him in trim these past three years. The blood sang in his veins as Le circled round Goliath, guarding the giant's brutal smashes and getting in ft stroke when occasion offered. It was not long ere the big man found himself hopelessly outmatched; his wind was gone, his jaw was swollen and one eye was useless. He made a final effort and slung out a terrific blow at David. Part ly parried, it caught him 011 the shoul der. felling him to the earth. Now, surely, the victory was with the Philis tine. But no. The fallen man recoiled to his feet like a young sapling, and the next that Goliath knew was, ten min utes later, when he opened his available eye and found that his enemy was bend ing over him, wiping the stains from his face with a fine'linen handkerchief. "Feel better?" said the curate. "Well, I'm—" "Hush, man; it is not worth swearing about," interposed his nurse. "Now get UP " , v He held out his hand and assisted the wreck to its feet. "You'd better call at the chemist's and get patched up. Here's money." The vanquished one took the silver and gazed stupidly at the giver, who was making his toilet. "Please go away, and don't thrash your boy any more," said St. John, per suasively. Goliath made a few steps, then re traced them, holding out a grimy paw. "Mister Parson, I'm —I'm—" "Don't say another word. Good-byj" and the curute shook hands with liim. The big man turned away. Present ly he halted once more. "I'm—l" he said. It had to come. Then he shambled homewards. St. John adjusted his collar, gave his shoulder a rub and donned his coat and hat. As he started towards the village a girl came swiftly to meet him. .JYMc'n r HtW ,lld; y watched you from the hedge yonder." "I am exceedingly sorry, Miss Ed mlston," said the curate, coldly, raising his hat and making to pass on. Nancy started as though he had struck her; her flush of enthusiasm paled out. In her excitement she had forgotten that event of a week ago, but the cutting tone of his voice reminded her. She bowed her head, and he went on his way. He had gone about 50 yards when she called his name. Her voice reached him. but something In it told that he had not suffered alone. He turned about and hastened to her. —Chambers' Journal. Kunll)' Cured. A correspondent thus tells how a man addicted to the spit ting habit was cured: "The captain of an Atlantic steamship was at a loss how to induce a passenger to desist from the filthy habit of spitting on deck. Among the passengers was a gentleman well known in Toronto 40 years ago, who undertook to stop him if a quarter l master were placetl at his disposal. The captain closed with the offer and the mat: was directed to fetch a bucket of water and mop, and to follow the of feuder up and down the deck. Tke re sult was completely satisfactory."— London Spectator. The I.niim' of Time. Prof. Smith—No one can conceive of the slow and awful lapse of geological time. Brown—l don't know. I've had a car petiter working for me by the day.— Rival. EmbraclUK. School Teacher—Who loves every body, Johnnie? Johnnie —My pa used to, 'cos he was trying to get 'lected to congress, but he don't no more, 'cos he didn't get there. —lllustrated American. IteKArdlntf tlie Proof. She—Woman is more heroic than man. She will endure awful tort-urea without a murmur, and I can prove it. He—Of course you can —by any shoe dealer.—Brooklyn Life. L.onjf Cunninteo. Customer —How long is this locket for two pictures guaranteed? Jeweler—Five years—long enough for three pairs of photographs, usual ly.—Cincinnati Enquirer. Tertely Put. Mrs. Iloyle—What a homely woman she is. Mrs. Doyle—Homely! Well, I should say so; her face would give a derma tologist a life job. —N. Y. World. Katurnlly. "George, arc you doing anything for that dreadful cough V "Yea." "What are you doing?" "Coughing."—Chicago Itecord. Wiitei-iuu the Milk. Milkman—John, put a little more wa ter than usual in the milk to-day. I've got to get back the money they fined me the other day for watering it.—Kox bury Gazette. True Knoiigli. Mrs. Benham —Our new minister's name is Stone. Benham —Well, there are sermons in itones. —N. Y. World. Sill)- Goulp. Maud—ls it true that you are in love with Mr. Bullion ? Clara—Mercy, no! I'm only engaged to him.—N. Y. Weekly. To Avert n Tr«*edr. I Clancy—Me woife nearly bruit me hid Intdit noight wid a chair. | Casey—Pliwy don't yea g!t easy , chairs? —N. Y. Jourr n.' HIS ONE SLIP 1 i 1 v. By George Ada K £ _ %/ . / 5 '.lw'.i'..'.' IT WAS part of Mr. Malcolm Guern sey's training of himself to learn to restrain the common emotions. Upon looking about him at the bifurcated creatures who wore cloth garments and passed for responsible members of so ciety he perceived that most of them were childlike in their weak willing ness to be governed by impulse rather than reason. For one thing, they were brutally cu rious as to the small happenings and the scandal of the world, so much so that Mr. Guernsey had seen them fight for the possession of a morning news paper. So Mr. Guernsey schooled him self to restrain the instinct of curiosity. If he were walking along a street and saw 20 people tiptoeing and craning their necks to look at some object in ashow window he would have an aching desire to push through the throng and find out what the object was, but in stead of doing so lie would elevate his chin In the spirit of resolution and march on, his curiosity unsatisfied, it is true, but his soul made stronger, his self-respect vastly increased and his pity for the multitude made more pro found. As Mr. Guernsey learned to despise an exhibition of eager curiosity, so he came to have a contempt for boisterous merriment. There was no piece of news which would cause Mr. Guernsey to gasp and ask for particulars. He would simply say "Indeed!" and give the agitated messenger a calming look. The most excrutiatingly funny story ever told could not move Mr. Guernsey to audible laughter. Sometimes he wanted to laugh, and it was a matter of shame with him that he enjoyed fun ny stories, but he confined his applause to a pensive smile. Mr. Guernsey had reason to believe that the guffaw be longed in animal history. So also with demonstrative grief. At funerals there are some mourners who wail and beat the cushions with their palms. Mr. Guernsey always sat dry and immovable, even though it were the funeral of u near relative. It follows that anyone so opposed to the ordinary procedures under the ordinary conditions would be set against' the conventional flatteries, apologies and explanations which gloss the ugliness of modern social life. Mr. Guernsey observed that it was the haldt of your smirking salesmanlike man to give a ready-made compliment to every woman he met; so Mr. Guernsey, seek ing 11 splendid isolation for himself, re fused to deal in these compliments. Consequently, as he never flattered women and never cajoled them and never pursued them, the women thought that they hated him, but they' proved that they were interested Ifl him, for they discussed them over their tea. It was remarked of Mr. Guernsey that he was always sparing of praise. To commend each and every human performance in hackneyed adjectives i» the self-imposed task of the parlor manikin, but Mr. Guernsey rebelled at the task. When a young woman just from the conservatory had tortured a cnt would sigh that it was 'Lovely, "Iseautiful" and "Awfully sweet," but Mr. Guernsey would simply gaze at the tremulous amateur with lack-luster eye and then bring up some topic en tirely foreign to music—possibly he would inquire if anyone knew where he could purchase a rough-coated spaniel. If he was chary of his praise ho was also slow to condemn, t orceful criti cism seemed to him to imply a condition of wrath, and yielding to wrath was \lrtually an admission of weakness. The elemental and primitive men whom Mr. Guernsey saw in State street were accustomed "to become angry and sour if human events did not move accord ing to their several programmes, s? Mr. Guernsey knew that if he wished to be different he must control his tem per. Thus jou will M-«- that Mr. Guernsey was not a cynic. He fancied that howas a stoic, but his stoicism was only a shell. Within him were all the rational Impulses and emotions. lie suffered and he was happy, he aspired and he despaired, he loved and he hated, but he allowed no one to suspect. Re straint —restraint! Always the curb- He never removed the mask. He was a hypocrite even while he convinced himself that he was too strong and brave and free to imitate the usual modes of hypocrisy. Thus when he met Miss Olivia Kay burn the hypocritical Guernsey, the disciplinarian, said that she was a ma terial organism made up of oxygen, hy drogen, carbon, iron, phosphorus and other simple elements, and 011 the spir itual side had inherited the follies ac cumulating through C.OIH) years of in ferior womanhood. The other Guernsey (the one under the shell) warmed at sight of her and confessed that she was the most an gelic creature ever put at large to tan talize the male sex. Hut Mr. Guernsey would not have acknowledged his sub confession — 110, not to his cloSest friend, if he had had any close friends, which he hadn't. So, while his heart lluttered and he felt a dizziness from the joy of her pres ence, the habit of restraint was so strong within him that he stood before her in icy self-possession and called her "Miss ltayburn" with 110 tremor li} his voice, and all the time that he looked upon her he seemed to do it with such dispassion that poor Miss Rayburn lost her sense of power and discovered that here was another kind of man. You may well imagine that she was puzzled and not a little piqued. She was accustomed to have men hoverover ler and whisper complimentary things. 3he expected to find every man keen for a tilt at flirting. She had come to believe that all men would have to turn and look at her in glaring admiration when she entered a room. It had be soine, also, a foregone conclusion that any man upon whom she wielded her mngic charms would be transported fty her beauty, by the mantling blushes, the persuasive sweetness of the rosebud mouth, the tricks of the eyes and the tiieouraging tones of dallying' conver sation, and would, therefore, either propose or have to be cheeked in the get of proposing. She found that Mr. Malcolm Guernsey r>ever turned his head to take a long look at her. He had conquered the schoolboy trait of curiosity. He could put his back to her and study a picture pn the w all. At the piano he turned the leaves of the music, and she could not observe that his hand trembled. When she lifted her gaze and looked up ut him through the lashes, all in melting tenderness, he answered with the studi ous scrutiny of one who is examlng some new kind of flower or insect. What satisfaction to have captivated a hundred youthful dancing men when here was a lordly creature who resisted ull her charm 1 ' 'hat without appar ent effort? Alack! Miss Olivia Ray burn could not know that Mr. Guern sey hod to make a constant struggle to hold back the words that came to his lips, and that only by sternest resolu tion could he smother the poetry that was aroused in his soul. When a women meets an indifferent man -she cither hates and traduces Inm or else she attires herself in the fullest splendor of war dress, sharpens her weapons and sets forth to bring him low. Miss Hay burn chose the second plan. Why ? Because she could not hate Mr. Guernsey. She had to admit that she loved him. A hundred slaves had followed her and courted her. N .w she had found a master—a man who neither courted nor followed, a man who would have to be won. Here was a flirtation with a new /est and an element of danger. What if she should fail after making an open battle forhim? The very thought of it was terrifying, but at the same time the dreadful risk involved in the campaign made Mr. Guernsey seem all the more desirable. It must be admitted that Miss Hay burn sacrificed a part of her maidenly reserve in her tierce assaults ou Mr. Guernsev. She compelled him to sit on the stairs with her while the others w ere dancing. In dim corners she snug gled near him and talked to him in a Ml Ai HE RESISTED THE IMPULSE. confidential whisper. She forced him to waltz with her and she held him to his promise that he would call. Need anyone doubt the result? Bear in mind that Miss Olivia liayburn was the most beautiful and fascinating creature in all the world. Here was poor Mr. Guernsey, with as much youth, lire, romance and poesj as ever be longed to chevalier or troubadour, put to agonizing temptations such as no one but St. Anthony ever resisted. The torrent of his aroused love car ried away the barrier of restraint which he* had been strengthening for years. One evening, tried beyond hu man endurance, he threw his right arm around Miss Olivia Hay burn, and draw ing her close to him he poured out all the incoherent platitudes of love. Miss Olivia Kayburn lay within his embrace content and triumphant. She knew that she had wrung from him a confession such as he had never made to any other girl. She had won, though all the others had failed. Mr. Guernsey, In bidding licr good night, gave her a kiss which represented all the pent-up kisses of ten years. Next morning he received a note: "My Dear Mr. Guernsey: When wojmrt aiWwrt- wyoTrf Vr-rr Wnttermy I'lf'i'ftJta. Believo me, I am deeply honornl to have received the offer of your heart and hand, but after due reflection I am forced to the conclusion that our tempers are not com patible—tl.at the union would not be one of lasting happiness. Pardon me If I cause you any pain by this frank statement. I Hhall always esteem you as a friend. Very sincerely, "OLIVIA KAYBL HN. The act of an unfeeling coquette? Certainly not. She had loved Mr. Guernsey in all fervor until he put his arm around her and made the fatal declaration. At that moment, as she afterward discovered, he revealed him self and she saw that he was the same as all the others—the conventional pleader. If he had resisted her charms, who knows? She might have allowed her heart to be eaten out through fam ishing' love of him. Mr. Guernsey read her note by the morning Light of cold philosophy. Over night he had found time to repair the wreck. He was again fortified within the haMt of restraiut. "This is the happiest moment of my life," he said. "The young woman's ac tion proves what I have always main tained, that a man mustnotgive way to rational impulse or allow his emo tional nature to govern his conduct." Consequently he never put kis arm around another wo.nan. Chicago Daily Itccord I'"order Down. First Boy—D.ey say cigarettes hurts a felle r 's lungs. Do yer believe it ( Second Boy— Xaw; dey don't hurt yer at all unless yer dad ketches yer smoklu' 'em, an* den dey hurts yer furder down dan yer lungs. —Judge. Idiott Carpenter's Assistant- — What was that new plumber sacked for? The number's Assistant—lJe was sent to do half an hour's work in a pri vate house, and finished the job in half a day.—lllustrated American. Ju»t Killed the 1)111- The Ilclres® —The man I marry must be very handsome, afraid of nothing and clever. Money's no object to me. Mr. Broke—Doesn't it seem like fate we should have met?— Harper's Bazar. Not Ills Fault. Old Lady (to butler, whom she has caught helping himself to some of her finest old port)—l'm surprised, James! Butler (calmly) —So am I, ma'am; I thought you was gone out. —Boston Globe. Too Slow. Mr. I —atchoo —believe 1 have caught the grippe. Miss Wabash—Oh, no, that can't be possible. It must have waited for you. —Cleveland Leader. A Talented Ml*er. "I can't understand Prof. Whpckem s greut popularity us a lecturer. "That's easy; the women enjoy his hits at the men and the men enioy hy! hits at the women."—Chicago Record. Lucky ClrcumaUuice. "Scorpion!" he hissed, after the othci fellow had kicked him. "Lucky for you I ain't a centipede," retorted the kicker —Town Topics. Astronomy o« Home. Mrs. Outertowne—-Ob, Henry 1 oui new cook is a star! Outertowne (fervently)—lf she only proves a lixed one!— Brooklyn Life. ItullnK I*ii»«lon. "Just before he died the great bari tone sat up in bed and sang." "A swan song?" "No, a coon song!"— Town Topics. Well Put. Smith —Every time my wife wears e l>ocnet it affect* her. .Tones —(roes to her head, I suppose.— Comic Cute. TOMBSTONE'S DISARMAMENT. \\ lx4*u thr Arliusa Tow n W»« Trtm btlnx on lli«- A crir«- of To ol Annihilation. "Thi- newspaper talk about the czar's disarmament scheme," said a western ' man. "reminds rue of something that happened in Tombstone, A. T., when that place was the hottest hamlet on the whole frontier. There were two factions in town at the time, ar.d every body predicted that a big pitched battle was liable to occur at any moment. The split grew out of an old quarrel be- J tween the cowboys and certain self constituted authorities, and was com plicated by so many side issues that no body knew exactly what it was about. ; All that was perfectly clear was th&t two good-sized crowds were zigzagging about town waiting for some trifle to .-tart the fracas. Every member of both x» ar, ies was armed to the teeth ; and afraid to lay aside his shooting irous for a moment lest he be taken at j a disadvantage. In addition to the reg- j ulation brace of 45-caliber Colts, most i of them carried 'Bttwed-off* shotguns, i These weapons were very popular in i Arizona in the early days, and were or dinary breech-loaders with the barrels j amputated some eight inches above the locks, making just about the ugliest '■ machine that mortal man ever gazed iu to. When loaded with half a pint or so ! of slugs it would kill everything with in an acre lot except the man directly behind the gun. Nobody ever thought of tiring these things from the shoul der, but turned them loose at the hip. and the modish way of carrying them was by a loop of clothesline tied at c-ne end to the belt and at the other to a ring in the breschplate. Local dudes u*ed to go about twirling them like monocles. Well, this armed peace went along without any special inci dent for ov«r half a year, greatly to the disgust of everybody. You see, each side carried so mueh personal artillery and kept such a sharp lookout that none of them cared to take chances on start ing the row. That was the way things stood when the Are department got ready to give its annual ball, which was the great social event of the year. The ♦ire chief was a keen-witted Irishman, and he thought the situation over and called on both factions. 'Look here, boys,' he said, in substance, 'you all want to come to the ball, and you can't do it with them soatter-guns hanging to you. If you happen to kiak one ofl waltzing you might massacre the whole orchestra, and they're the only musi cians in town. So, why not let all hands agree to unload everything un til further notice —guns, pistols, knives and knuckles— and just turn in and have a good time? I'll take care of the hardware and give each fellow a check.' This interesting proposition was fa vorably received, and after considerable quibbling about details an agreement was draw n up and everybody peeled off his weapons. There was a great sigh of relief, and the ball was the biggest success on record. The truth is, Tomb stone was sick of war, and to the best of my recollection the general dlsarm- anient continued five or six months. It was broken by a typical street duel, and then things got wild and woolly again. It is certainly a curious unwrit ten page of frontier history."—N. O. Times-Democrat. mni! TT Aiinn nr !«■ N—N >TT Furnace or Illuinlnnllfilli Injure* I'lleill—lrrt'Biilur Wittering, Etc. One of the chief reasons why plants do not thrive in the house with the best □f care is due to the presence of fur nace or illuminating gas. House plants are much better kept in a room by themselves. If gas is used in light ing the house, use ft kerosene lamp in this room, though it is better for plants to be without light during the hours of darkness. Authorities lay greut stress upon ir rvgslar watering as a cause of poor growth, but an even more important cause is the result of allowing the earthen flower pot in which the plants are planted to be exposed to the sun in the window. From this cause the fibrous roots of the plants soon grow to the side of the pot, and in full hot sunshine these are baked. The sidesof the pots should be always shaded, either by placing them in a box of sand J or moss or by putting a thin board edgewise across the front of the shelf of plants. Another good way to screen them is by placing the pot in one two I or three sizes larger, filling up the spnee with moss or saud. Gardeners also say that the pots glazed or painted outside are better for house plants than the common por ous ones. The reason is because the porous pots permit a constant evap oration which dries and chills the roots.—X. Y. Tribune. Friction with the Hand*. Friction with the hands is really bet ter than with brush or towel. By way 1 of caution, let mc say the foregoing ad vice is not meant for those suffering from any organie disease. Ihc morn ing bath invigorates, fortifies the sys tem against sudden changes of weather and starts the day well. The busy wom an, who is always tired at night.and de • lights in those half-wakingmomentsJn the morning, may take hers on retiring, and be greatly refreshed thereby. This paper is meant to deal with foundation : work. It can only suggest the best ' means for preserving and enhancing womanly charms. —N. Y. Ledger Monthly. llomeradliih Vinegar. Pour a quart of the best vinegar on three ounces of scraped horseradish and one ounce of minced shalots. Add 1 also a drachm of cayenne pepper, and let the ingredients work togethar for a few days; then bottle for future use with cold beef, salad or entrees.—Cin cinnati Commercial Tribune. An Honeit Avownl. "And so you love me—mealono?" She ventured to propound. "Yes, morv that way," said he, my own. Than when your tna's around. ' —L. A. W. Bulletin. Wanted Him Herself. 3 "Tliey say she married a man who Is vld enough to be her father." "Then perhaps that Is wjiy her moth er, who is still a pretty llvfly widow, r was. so strongly opposed to the match.' J —Chicago Hecord. Wan led n Trustful Public. Reformer —But don't you think that public office should be a public tru.vt ? r Statesman— Why, certainly! I don't believe in investigation committees, or f anything like that!— Puck. Mltcht lie U««. "She has a nice little voice." "There's only one fault about it." "What's that?" "It isn't little enough."—Cleveland Leader. He llndn't ll«rd of It. ft She- I will never marry a man with a title. He (surprised) —Why, baa your *- * tfcer lost his money?— Chicago Dai.y N ewi. No. 9 FABRICS AND FASHIONS. (ionic Frrth 1 ancle* la Gan lt»re tft Winter Costume*—• Muffs, Etc. Boas for evening wear are now of two shades of plaited chiffon, and with ends long enough to reuch near!j to the knees. Many of the -kirts tit the figure close l\ to the knee, then flare out to the foot. They still continue long, even for the street, and for the house have a decided train. Skirts that flare are stiffened nine inches deep with hair cloth or crinoline. Low-necked and short-sleeved bod ices are more than ever fashionable for receptions and dinners this winter. A charming model for a dinner waist is made of black satin duchesse elaborate ly decorated with jet passementerie. The full front is made of black chif fon over light green satin, and a belt of the satin held by a jet buckle encir clesthe waist. The sleeves aremousque taire, and the waistis made pompadour back and front. Another evening waist is made of red taffeta glace and beautifully trimmed with black lace in the bow knot design. It has a square bertha edged with a plaiting of black chiffon, and the belt which encircles the waist is of jet over red taffeta. Mauve and rose form a dainty combi nation for evening gowns and milli nery. It shows off particularly well in a gown of mauve tulle over a founda tion of rose-colored satin. ! Shirt waists are made of velvet, fancy plaided faille with satin bars of con trasting color, corduroy, English vel vetten, plain, striped or polka-dotted silk; silk and wool fancies, Roman striped satins and pretty silks are much ; famed for dressy uses. While broad cloth is much used for bridesmaid's gowns this season. Muff- of velvet matching the hat and pelerine will be very fashionably worn with any stylish street costume. The muffs are made round or flat and are moderately large. The popular glove for daytime wear is biscuit color, and in four-button lengths these gloves have either self-stitching or stitching ia black or white. The bowk not decoration is in high favor. Bow knots made of lace, braia or ribbon adorn basques, costumes and even coats. Silk and satin pettleoats are elaborately trimmed with ruehing of ribbon of different widths. Heavy satins in violet, yellow, burnt orange and red are used for linings on fur coafts, jackets and muffs. Shoulder capes and muffs of gray fox fur are very fash ionable this winter. Many of the small leg-of-mutton and chatelaine sleeves on English and French gowns, both day nnd evening wear, ore tucked in inch wide tucks at the top of the sleeve or its diminutive puff. These tucks run around, not up and down the puff, and are from three to five in number. They are made before the sleeves are shaped, or even lined, and the thinnest lining silk Is used. —Ladles' World. CONCERNING VENTILATION. Every Ituoin in the House Should Be Thoroughly Aired Every Day. The necessity of pure air and plenty of it is known to everyone, yet is ig nored completely by many in their OTV EQIINRMTTT RNWRR wri!tt Win umpyefl to the fish if the water is not changed frequently; yet few stop to think that the same fate will be theirs if they do not take equal care to freshen the air they breathe. In summer thure is comparatively little danger of from impure air in the house, for a desire to keep cool impels us to open the windows. But in winter all doors and windows are tightly closed, and the slightest breath of air is shunned as if it brought death instead of life. » The necessity of ventilation,however, is greater than ever in cold weather, for stoves and lights use up a great deal of the oxygen we need and fill the rooms with poisonous carbonic acid gas. For tunately the sashes of the windows sel dom fit absolutely, and there are cracks under the doors and keyholes in them, BO that we seldom succeed in sealing up our rooms as hermetically as we wish, and therefore do not make our selves as ill as we deserve. But this is not enough, and every room in the house should be aired morn ing and evening, even in the coldest weather, by opening the windows wide and letting the air blow through. A room will soon warm up again after such, a cleansing, and, moreover, the air docs not need to be so hot to feel comfortable when it is fresh as it does when it is stale and charged with im purities. In addition to this there ought in every living-room and sleeping-room to be some provision for constant renewal of the air. This can be effected easily by raising the lower window sash two Inches and tilling the space between it and the sill with a board. The air then filters through between the two sashes without creating the draught whish we are taught to dread. Another and bet ter way is to lower the upper sash slightly, filling the gap so made with a close wire net. An open fireplace in a room is a good help to ventilation, for there is almost always an upward current in the chim ney, even If there is no Are in the grate, and in this way much of the bad air is removed. —Youth's Companion. Snl»» Fritters. Slice your stale bread nearly an inch thick, cut round with a cake cutter and fry quickly in deep, hot fat. Dip each round as soon as done into baling wa ter for one second to remove superflu ous grease. Spread the fritters as fast as they are fried and dipped with pow dered sugar, wet up with lemon juice. Cover and keep hot until needed. —Cin- cinnati Enquirer. A probability. The man who never make* mistakes Should not be boaßtlng too much. The chances are he is ft man Who nover tried to do much. —Washington Btar. A SPOILED ARTICLE. "How much will you give me for my pictured" "Seventy-flv*} teats," "What! I paid a dollar and fifty cents for the canvas nloije." "I know, but then th« canvas was ' clean." —St. kojlis IkPuWi-
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