VOL- xxxv i CLEARANCE SALE. Oar new spring stock is arriving daily and we still have on bands many winter goods which must be closed out and closed out quickly. So to make a long story short the goods are vouis at less than one half their real value. In addition to our sale of winter shoes we will place on sale 1000 P^\ r f - Nle " s Boys'and Youths' Sample Shots made of fine Russett Calf and \ici Kid in t.ie latest styles which will be sold at a great reduction. *%%%%%%%% ******K** READ; |READ*| |READ Men's fine Raessett Calf shoes Men's fine Russett Vici Kid shoes '« i 45 Boys' fine Russett Calf shoes (" Ladies' fine Dong. Handwelt shoes (" --'5 Ladies' fine Dongola Flexible sole shoes l.<x> Men's solid working shoes 9° Boys' solid working shoes 5o Ladies' waterproof Kanga'oo Calf shoes 9° Children's fine Dongola shoes, size's 6 to ro}£ (■■__ 5° Infants'soft sole shoes <S 20 And many other bargains. Just Recived a Big Shipment of SOROSIS Shoes. The New Shoes for Women. These are all new spring goods, ou the latest style lasts, in.fine Tai-., I)jngola and Patent Leather, in Leather or Vesting tops. Very Swell are Sorosis. Daintily hed Are They Who Wear Them. REPAIRING ® PROMPTLY ® DONE JOHN BICKEL. 128 SOUTH MAIN STRKKT BUTLER, PA. HOSELTON'S SHOES We're ready with some special lines—the comfort-giving; sort that will aflord you the needed protection. V. e'l! sell them, too, .with a slice of the original prices cut off; a big saving is what you priay expect. Every shoe from our regular stock tnd fully guarantee d. The Best Shoes in Butler. SCHOOL ) Vor lhc HEAVY | J '" r , SHOES) GirU. SHOESj "Veoph- FINE | F °r, FELTS » VoT Me " SHOES) them; or OVERS) ' B,ys. Lw?„l"r' Shoe Values That arc bound to be the pride of th* whole county. A cordial in vitation is expended to all to visit our store. You '.vilJ 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 tin-}' can, no matter what, so tlt«;y can fix a i<>w 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 people hearken unto their lamentations. The people don't want to buy two pairs it once— one to pjo home with, another pair to come back with. B. C. HUSELTON'S, Slutlur's U- n'ltriK White House Opposite Hotel Ijowry. ;; I > Won't Uuy clothing for the purpone of spending money. They i > < k desire to «tt the best |<ossible results for the money ex|«ende<l. .I . Not cheap f;ood* but goodn as cheap an can Ix- sold and made m> | < > Cail ami examine my lar>{<- Mock of 4. ► < > SPRING SUITINGS. < > I > Rijjht til) to date, the latest styles, shade. anil colors tliat could < | 4 > fwujflit. Call and examine them. ,I t ( > Fits and Workmanship Guaranteed. < 1 > G. F. 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Tonight If your liver is out of order, causin" f Biliousness, Sick Headache, Heart- . burn, or Constipation, take a dose of Hood's Pills On retiring, and tomorrow your di gestive organs will be regulate 1 and you will be bright, active and ready for anv kind of work. This has been the experience of others; it will be yours. HOOD'S PILLS are sold by all medicine dealers. 25 eta. Pianos. W R NEWTON, Representing The 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 of a FIRST'CLASS Instrument. Call and examine them at the ware room, 317 South Main St., Butler, Pa. TERMS: Cash or easy payments to suit purchaser. YOUR SUIT lay seem dear at the stare, an 1 prove remarkably cheap befo.e you ve worn it out. j it's the long time satisfaction you get from it that decides the superiority of our mike. It does pay to buy good clothes. Our fall display is , of the kind yon would expect | to find only in the larg cities. ALAND, MAKER OK MPN'S U C/I HKS ! I f i WFt 1 ' +++ + + tte Understood After they hit him. It don't re quire any brie ks to make you understand that it is money in your pocket in dea'ing with us. This comes from the fact that we sell only reliable gooJs at a low price, buying direct from the manufactures, saving the middle profit to you. Many bargains to offer now. Ed. Colbert, Fomerly Colbert & Dale. 242 S. Main St., Butler, I'a. Braun's Pharmacy, Cor. 6th St. and Duquesne Way. Pittsburg, I'a,, 1., I). Telephone 2542. Wholesale and Retail. Importer and Jobberol I>ruj;s, Chemicals, Perfumes, Soaps, P.i ushes, Etc . The only house west of New Vork carrying a full line 01 Meyers' Grease, Paints and theatrical goods. Physicians' Prescriptions Compounded Day or Night by "Registered Pharmacists" only. Wholesale and retail dealer in Lubricating and lllumriiating Oils, Capital Cylinder, Dynamo, Water White and Standard (las Kngine Oils, Gasoiein, Ben zine, Paraffinc Wax and Petrolatum. Address all mail orders to W. F. Brau n. . ALWAYS USE . <J M,':'-i COCOA PURE! HEALTHFUL!! TWO SUNBEAMS. Straight through a casc-rr.sr.«, open wlfle, A sunbeam four.d its way. And down upon the cottage floor A shaft of brightness lay. Sent from the gay. jzlad outer world, A messenger apart. It glorified the humble room. And cheered the matron's heart. It oaaxed the little one from play. And mocked, with true delight. The vain attempts of baby hands To grasp the lance of hght "Catch if you can," it seemed to say. "I'd willing captive be." And danced before the wondering eyes To the tune of baby glee Bright shone the little golden head As it flltt. J here and there. As though The sun itself had lent Of Its shining store a share. And mother caught her darling up. In the mldfit of his fruitless chase, And shower- d kisses, warm and soft. On the pretty baby face. "Tou cannot catch the sunshine. Though you followed the wide world through; Vou're mother's little sunbeam, dear, Ar.l she has caught you. too! "Two sunbeams have 1 In my home; 3>ark would It be, and drear. Without the bright ray on the floor. And the bright face shining he-re! "God owns the sunlight, but He gave This precious beam to mother Content am I to call <n< mine And entertain the other" Straight through the casement, open wide. The sunbeam crept away, And twilight shadows, stealing through. Foretold the end of day The outer world In dark • * lay, I3ut mother's lean v.:■ .i light. For a golden head nr. i a baby face Kept home forev r bright —Ella Randall, In Golden Days. •»1 •; •'' •'i* •! • *y !1 y l ' • -i.z •-! t'J Vi' • '■z >c *z *'sr i% I THE CALIPh'S CUP 1 I or WATER 3 v/ By David Kerr '5 np UK iun was Ketting red and snllen- I over a battlefield in western ,\ ; ijport which two great arinic-K had if hi contending since daybreak. HartU 15 years had elapsed since the death of Mohammed, and already the strong arms and sharp f,\\ords of his soldi, r disciples had spread lhc faith of Islam through every land from Syria to Morocco, and now the turn of l'ersia had come 111 last. The native warriors fought as stout ly as men could do; but they were matched with men who had never met their equal in war. Caliph Omar, wiping his heated face with the sleeve of his robe, watched keenly the giving away, little by little, of the pointed Persian helmets before the white Arab turbans, and hurled up on the wavering enemy, just at the de cisive moment, the thousand picked men whom he had hitherto held In re serve. "Fight bravely, my sons!" was his last charge to them; "for God Himself fights for you. But should ye meet with a I'ersiau chief, wearing a lion-skin cloak and gold-inlaid helmet, whose I name is llarmosan, the satrap (gov ernor) of Yezd, kill him not, but bring IT ON THE GROUND, rbim to me alive) for men srty he is the bravest warrhor in Persia, and I would fain see him with my own eyes." TMs sudden charge of fresh and vlg orou* troops upon men exhausted with a long day of hard fighting was quite Irresistible, Tin; Persians gave way on all sides; the sacred standard of the shah was trampled in the <iust and the few who still strove to hold their ground were overwhelmed by numbers. The whole field was in a whirl of flight und pursuit, and only in one spot, w here a solitary elumpof palm trees broke tho gray, unending level of the boundless plain, a clamor of shouts and clashing weapon* showed that resistance had not yet wholly ceased. Beneath those trees, with his buck agailiht the largest trunk, stood a tall, noble looking tram, in the prime of life, ■ with large bloclc eyes, which flashed a* fiercely as the sword that played like lightning amid the wild faces and Loss ilng arms of his swarming enemies. More than one broken arrow head was • ticking in his breast plate; the silver ouckler on his left ami was hacked and dented, 11-. if by the blows <if a sledge hammer; his armor was dyed red with more than one wound. Ilut he still held his ground unflinch ingly, striking right and left with the •trength of a giant, and never once In vain. ligt inch a fight was too unequal to ,lant.. The bravo man's sho began to wax weary, his strength to fall. Closer and closer to him gleamed the merciless •pear hciul*, and In another mordent lill would have been over, when Sudden ly a powerful voice broke through the din of the fray; "Hold your hunds, brothers! per chance this may be tin man whom (he commander of the faithful bade us spa re 1" Tire Arabs made way for the new comer (who was no other than the cap tola of the caliph's guard), and lie looked keenly at the hard preshed man for tho signs by which the famous •alrap was lo be distinguished. Hut he looked in vain. The stranger's cloak was gone, and hi* helmet so buMercd and stained that the keenest eye could liot have told the color of lis metal. "Persianl" cried the captain, at length, "art. Thou llarmosan, the satrap of Ye/.d? If so, our swords hove no edge against thee, If thou wilt but yield to the caliph's mercy." Hut the Persian answered only with a blow, which, had It hit its mark, would have ended the captain's wars once for all. A gigantic Yemenee rushed for ward only to full dead beneatlk'niiolher of those irresistible strokes; but now the Persian's sword -nappe d close to the hilt, and he wos left defen-' le • "We have him now!" shouted the cup tain. "Hcl/c him and bind him fasti" Despite the stranger's tremendous BUTLEW, THURSDAY, MARCH O, 18i)n struggles, he was overpowered by num bers, and securely bound. But to all the taunts of his captors he deigned not a word of reply, and maintained the same stern silence, even when he was dragged into the presence of the caliph himself. As he listened to the recital of his prisoner's exploits. Omar eyed him with a look of grim approval; and the cap tive, in his turn, surveyed with equal admiration this prince of the desert, who, master as he was, of nine powerful kingdoms, was sitting cross-legged up on the bare ground, in a rough cloak of camel's hair, and supping on a handful of dates and parched corn. "Knowest thou," said Omar, at with a stern look, "what fate awaits him who hath shed the blood of the faithful ?" "I have fought for my country," an swered the prisoner. "I am in thy pow er. and I ask no mercy. Let the fate that awaits me be what it may, it is all one to me." Omar's eyes sparkled; for, brave as a lion himself, he loved nothing belter than a brave man, whether friend or foe. "Methinks there is but one man in Persian hosi who could speak to uie so," cried he. "Art thou llarmosan, the satrap of Yezd?" "I am," replied the Persian, drawing himself up proudly. "I would not tell my us me in the battle, lest it should seem that I did so because thou haidst bidden thy men spare me; but it mat ters little who knows it now. lam llar mosan, the soldier of Persia, and thine enemy!" Kven the fierce Arabs around him smiled approvingly at the fearless words, and more than one voice was heard to mutter: "This is a bold fellow, and worthy to be one of the faithful! Pity that he must die!" "Persian," said Omar, "I may not give thee thy life; but to show how the prophet's followers honor courage, any other request thou canst make is granted before it is uttered!" "Give mc a cup of water, then," an swered llarmosan; "for since this day's fight began, my thirst hast not been quenched." Omar nodded, and a black slave brought forward a large silver cup, •filled to the brim with clear, sparkling water; but, instead of drinking, the prisoner held it doubtfully in his hand. "What now, friend?" cried the caliph, impatiently. "If thou fearest treach ery, be easy; for I pledge thee my word that none shall harm thee till thou hast drank that water." Quick as lightning, llarmosan dashed the cup to the ground and said, with u mocking smile: "Bid thy men, then, gather up that water from the sand; for, by thine own pledge ,1 am safe till I drink It!" There was a moment of amazed si lence, and then the outwitted Arabs rushed at him with a savage yell; but high above the uproar was heard the commanding voice of Omar: "A caliph's word is sacred, my chil dren. Bring the brave Persian another cup of water, and as I once bade him drink and die, so n(>w I bid him drink and live."— Golden Days. Worked ln<ll Ln«» Ad anecdote of the late Pierre Puvls de fthavannes, given on the authority of M. Octave Mirbeau, deserves to take a permanent place in the annals of painting. "Feeling himself very ill, euys M. Mirbeau, "he sent for his med ical adviser. 'My dear frieud,' said he, t 'I want to know exactly how long I have to live. For weeks past, in order that I might tuke better care of my self, I have neglected my work. I want to complete my fre«co before I. die. I ask you for the truth —the real' truth!' 'Eli bien!' gravely replied the dootor, 'you perhaps have eight more days to live,' The same day he went Jnto his studio and commenced to work jfurtously. For a whole week he painted ten hours a day, only abandoning his canvas when with Increasing weakness the brush fell from his hand."—Studio. I.lttln Conrtenlen. There is often something luminous about a child's definition, livery Amer ican will agree with the little lud in. a board school in England who in an examination on Scripture subjects gave «u original answer to the question: "What can you tell me about Moses?" "Please, sir, he was a gentleman," re plied the little fellow. "A gentleman!" repeated tluo in spector. "What do you mean by that?". "I'leasc, sir, when the daughters of Jethro went to the well to drnw w<» ter, the shepherds came and drove away, arid Moses helped the daughters of Jethro and said to the shepherds: 'Ladies first, [dense, gentlemen.'"— Youth's Companion. Otl«* \\ 11 > In liri Alicnil. "Young man," said the long lrnlred passenger to the stranger In the oppo site seat, who was ou very intimate terms with a |xj<'l<et flask, "don't you know Unit if you persist in drinking you will never be able lo get ahead in the world?" ' "I won't, eh?" replied the thirsty In dividual. "Well, old man, that's* where your trolley jumps the wire. You may be long 011 hair, but jou're short 011 knowledge. Won't get <t head, wt/n t 1? Bet you a dollar to a stale dough nut I'll gel a head by to-morrow morn ing bigger than a barrel."•'—Chicago Dally News. Hot to (Jo To. Mr*. Crimsonbertk 1 wonder where In the world the alarm clock has gone! I saw it on the mantel yesterday. Mr. Criinsoubeak It was there yes terday, but i heard it «oiiig ott this morning. "Well, 1 hope It hasn't gone where you told II to go." Yonkers States man. lie VVnan't I'rrim red. "Would you adviiec ine to take an ocean trip, doetm ?" * I'd •!" Invalid. "Xo," was the reply; "I think a series of mud bath* would benefit you more." "But, doctor," 1 aid tin sick man, In tones that savored of hnpclew iie*s and despair, "f can't afford to go Into poll ties."- Chicago Record. Would 111 l VP lo Unit. The billionaire's Utile son wept bit terly. "Why Is this?" nslied the fond fn -1 her. "lie »nnl» the moon, sir," the IIUIM* explained. "He will have to wait until I can get him the earth."- - Cincinnati Knqiiircr. lleililr for Se 11 le IIIe «I. "That Harkins will easi- which ha* impii in the court h for several years will soon be settled now," said Lawyer Habeas. "Yes," assented Lawyer Corpus, "I understand the property Is about all gone." • >hlo State Journal. Hurt! lo Milt"' « ' In,lee. "Young man," mi l the milliliter to the heedless sinner, "have you ever thought on your future life?" "Yes, a glial deal, and, do you liiumv, I cannot make up my mind between I'orto Itico and the Philippine*."- Kun $ TIM BRANIGAN'S 1 COURTSHIP;! By B. W. Chaniiing BItA>"XIGAX carried ice for the Syl van Spring lee company. He was a goodly young fellow, standing six feet one in his stockings, with a eountfnar.ee deeply bronzed by weather, out of which his wide blue eyes laughed unceasingly. His flannel shirt, open a little at the base of the strong, round throat, and his broad felt hat, indentetl with a ver tical "Denver poke," gave him a cow bow effect. He wasperfectly cognizant of this, and traded on it with the maids at the various houses on his beat, before whom he swaggered not b little, drop ping hints of a western past, ttrewn with Indian scalps. "And was you ever there, now, Mr. Brannigan?" one of them once asked him, and he answered, ambiguously: "Aw, an' if I hadn't a-been, how would I get the wownd on me crown?" "What wownd on your crown? Go on I" "I'll show it ye if ye'll step over here." Brannigan bent his burnished curls, and pretty Xorali stretched on tiptoe to meet them. But just as the two heads reached one level, the hero lifted his own quickly a»d kissed the frcsh- I colored face that looked so intently at him. "Shure, the situation was that eon i vayuient, I cuddeu't help it!" he urged, | fleeing to the door with a smart cuff ringing In his ears. But he was to learn that there was a ' type of womanhood demanding more : deferential approach. The first time he saw Alma was on a j hot afternoon in August, when she had just come down from Nova Scotia, and was feeling the atmosphere of the South end oppressive. Her mother, who kept a boarding house, and had combined with that re sponsibility the care of a shiftless sec ond husband and his two small boys, bad written lo Halifax that Alma was needed. Alma was a slender, dark- "I AM NOT THAT KIND," PAIU ALMA. haired girl, with a delicute complexion, and slim, ladylike hands. Brannigan, swinging in with his huge ;ice block, took a swift, appreciative look at her, dumped the ice In its re ceptacle, and stopped on the retui u swing for conversation. " "Tla a warm day!" "Dreadful!" said Alma, listlessly. "I didn't see you before?" "No. I've just come." "Ye'll not stay here! the old can't kape no gyurl more than a week; 'tis a hole of a place!" "I'm Mrs. Brown's daughter, from Halifax." Brannigan went away at that, sud denly speechless. He saw her nearly every day after, but he did not seem to make much head way. A packet of chewing gum, which had appeared to him a graceful atten tion suitable from any gentleman to any lady, was received with disappoint-, ing coldness. "It's very kind of you," she naid, "but I never use It. Mrs. Kalby, where I lived In Halifax, thought it was common." One day about a month after her ar rival, he found Alma alone In tliv kitchen - and marked with concern that her eyes were red with crying. Now, Brannigan had a man's philosophy re garding tears. "Aren't ye well at all?" he asked, coming up beside her. "I'm all right I" said Alma, holding her head down, and plunging her thin little arms into a tub of soapsuds. The next moment she was startled and scandalized by the clasp of an urm about her waist, and the touch of a brow n mustache on her cheek. "Ah, cheer up!" whispered llrauni-, gan, tenderly, "it don't sthorm lvery day!" lie stepped back to avoid the expected slap; but the ».• Irl made no sort of dem-i on si rat lon. She simply stood I here with a white face and looked unutterable re proach. Tactics of so novel a kind were dis composing liraniilgan's bronzed cheelc flamed, and the laugh died out of bin eyes. "Say. I'm mighty sorry I" he mur mured; "I niver thought but ye'd llk» It! The gyurls mostly does, 1111' 'tis 1101 harm at all." "I'm not that kind," said Almu, sternly. "I'm mighty sorry," he repeated, and, its Alma showed no signs of relenting, went dejectedly lo the door. " "I'wai sweet, what I got of it," ho mused, "an' 'tis bad luck I'll get no more. She's not the kind, il s true for her." The next few times that he carried ico to the house he did not see Alma, ami when, he did, on the fourth day, her manner was excessively dignified, ilut Brannigan was hard to snub. Instinct ively, he reconstructed his too florid vocabulary, and altered some of his ways. "She's worth tali la' trouble for," ho said to himself. His gentle persistence had its reward, and after awhile they lind become so fur friend* that Brannigan hazarded a new depart lire. "Do you IvorgooutHunday avenlns?" he inquired one line Saturday. "Sunday afternoons I do," AlmOr amended. " 'Tit great, out !u the park." "I've heard it wys nice." "I'd be proud If ye'd ride out therft with ine tomorry?" Alma's delicate color deepened. She gazed 11 xeilly at lit'- handle of the door.' "Let's say three o'clock." "I'm not through my work till four." It was the same thing iik nil assent "l'll call for ye at four!" lie went off beaming, but her voice made him turn back In sudden panic. "Don't call for me," she said, lit alow, hesitating lone; "you I'd rather you wouldn't Maybe I'll be at the corner at four." Th 6 ride out on the open car was very pleasant. Alma enjoyed every bit of it, though she asked herself frequently what was she about. Brannigan was not introspective; be sides, he knew what he «as about per fectly. He paid Alma's fares with an authority she dared not gainsay, and sat with his arm on the back ofThe seat behind her. His heart swelled; he almost wished some man would do something for which he could knock him down. He- Lad the primitive instincts of the tribal lover; he wanted to show his strength to tlie woman he desired, and to have . her know that strength would always 1 stand between her and danger. This feeling increased as time went on, and he saw more and more clearly that Alma was unhappy at home. Her eyes were often red. She complained of headache, and on being pressed con fessed that "the boys were tiresome." One afternoon a strange man came with the ice. "Tim Brannigan's hurt," he ex plained. It appeared that Brannigan bad been at a fire, and rushing out of the burning tenement with a forgotten ! baby, had broken his leg. Ilewasinthe | city hospital. The nest day Alma dressed herself with care in the blue gown Brannigan liked, and the Sunday hat with its soar ing plumes and outspreading ribbons, and started for the hospital. When Brannigan saw Alma enter the ward his face was irradiated with joy. j And yet, when she reached the bedside, ' he was lying very still, with closed eyes ; —or, with eyes that seemed to be closed, j "Ah, an' is it you?" he asked, faintly, , | feigning a languid awakening. " "Pis good of ye to come, but I'm that wak? j I can scarcely take it in!" "O, but you'll soon be better, Mr. ! i Brannigan!" she snid. struggling not , to cry. "Ah. an" do \e think so?"' he asked, ' feebly. 1 Alma looked down at his splendid j porportions in perfect seriousness. "Do you feel pain anywhere?" she ' u-sked, fearfully. "Ahful, just here!" said Brannigan, I laying a muscular hand upon the car- \ diac region. Not a muscle of her face changed, as he saw through his half-shut eyes. A < ripple of laughter passed over him, and ! he bit his lips under the long, tawny ' mustache. And while he laughed, he j could have fallen at her feet—she was | so adorablv innocent! Alma saw and wholly misinterpreted the tremor which shook him. "Are you cold?" she inquired, anx iously. She knew that it was a bad sign to feel cold in serious Illness. "I'roze out!" said Brannigan, in a choked voice, another and more violent tremor convulsing him. "Don't they give you anything for a chill?" she asked. "They can't give me notliin'," he whispered, " '(wouldn't do 110 good!" Poor Alma began to cry. She did not know people never died of a broken leg; and with Brannigan's young strength and health it was inexplicable. But, certainly, he was near his end. Reckless of observation, she bent her face to his and kissed him. And then a strange thing happened, for (he helpless sufferer revived, rc turned her farewell salute with inter est, and held the girl close In a clasp of astonishing vigor. "0, my! Mr. Braimigan, aren't you ashamed? And nie thinking you that illl" gasped Alma. "I niver told ye there was anything wrong wid me ormsl" he- cried. "An' I wns lu«t sutTerin' for 11 kins, dear! ic h ia me nave one ..»i now , repaid himself for tho deprivation). Ah, Alma, dnrlin', say ye'll go to the priest wid me when I'm out o' here! I've a tidy lilt in the bank, an' niver a soul depending on me, an' I'd make ye so happy ye'd not know yerself—" He became aware of the severely-dis approving regard of a liiiddlc-age<J nurse on the other side of the bed, and let. Alma go. Then ho winked with glad effrontery at the Intruder. ""l is all right!" lie assured her; "kissin' ain't agin tlie rules whin it'* a man's own gyurl he's goln' to marry — is It, now? An' ye're goin' to marry in« the minute I'm out, aren't ye, Alma, 11111 dear?" Aliua was torn with a variety of emo tions; but she loved Braiuiigan. "Yes," she said.—Boston Globe. Tin- IJ i» oil -N' 111 u r«-<l lliiNliieim Mini. Blessings ou the head of the good natured business man. lie does more good Ihsn a missionary. So many business men are cross and unmison able that a good-natured one ha» a start that in very valuable. —Atchison Globe. One Way of Sottltn*. "No more late hours, remember, Mr. Orimshaw," concluded the eminent spe cialist. "No more cigars; 110 more small bottles." "H'10!" replied Grimsihaw, In u non committal way. "Good-day, doctor. "Pardon me," sAld the physician, muvely; "but t tie all fee for my ad- Hco Is ten dollars." "Very likely it is worth that amount, but as I have concluded not lo take it ( of course I owe you nothing. And he departed, leaving the eminent *[>e clulist entirely without language ap propriate for the emergency. lllu strated American. fUmiilluli 111 for the Anliual "According to the witnesses," said tjio police jus' e, "the man called jou vile names and }'V U I'a id no attention jo him, but wben he spoke to the m,nu key you picked upu brick and knocked him down." "Yowa," replied the 01 g.in gi iinler. "Ho tali de monk II looka like me."— Chicago Tribune. OpiM>lM-<l lo ICIpMIIMIOO. "Are you an expansionist, Mr. BcwldsY" asked young Mr. Ifunker, who felt bound to talk to the old gen tleman. while he waited for MlswSeudds to descend to the parlor. "No, I 11111 1111 antl-expanslonlst," re plied Mr. Scadds. "My family Is quite as large now as I c«ro to have It."—De troit tree Presw. Why lln Wunlnl tile llucnla. Old Mr. <'a*hly (to his private secre tary) So vou want an advance in your salary, eli? Why, I'm sure I've always tried to lie liberal with you. Mr. (bill I Hnow It, sir; but your daughter and 1 have agreed Vgct mar ried, and I want to fcupjKjrt lierdeocnt ly.— Harlem Li feu I .>■•11; A ciMini |il I* ticfl. "Did you ever irnve any trouble la getting out of town?" asked the friend to whom Mr. Stormlngtou Barnes was relating his theatric experiences. "None whatever," was the answer. "The town* we played were I*l small that all we liuiil to do ««» to walk two or three blocks." Washington Star. I : M oll«lleal. "The trouble with him," said the ) oung man who had l>ccu 11 ing to fit , 1 ugly describe au acquaintance, "Is that when he dipped into the sea of knowledge he thought he brought up m* much that thi* blamed thing went <lev " ( h iiyiuo I'ost. TOMMY SPINK'S EARS. Tommy Spink was a boy Who brought bushels of Joy To the hcnr:s the sleepy old school. Hut 'twas not bis fine looks Nor his liking for L^oks, For he stocH at the foot, as a rule. But Tommy was blest Above all of the rest Whom I kntw In those Jubilant years. For In some funr.y way. But just how I can't say. He was able to wiggle his ears. The lazy old clock Would be dreaming, "tlck-tock." \nd the room quite as still as a mouse. When some one of the crowd Would dare snicker out loud And arouse all tiie rest in the houso. Then the teacher's command Would be "Hold out your hand!" And some one would shed a few tear*. And all Just because. Spurning Nature's set laws. Tommy Spink chose to wiggle his ears. His scalp, so he said. Was too big for his head And he rolled it about as he willed. While his ears, to and fro. So grotesquely would go, You would laugh though you knew you'd be killed. And to this very day. When my skies are a gray. There Is one recollection that cheers. As I think, with a smile. With what innocent guile Tommy Spink used to wiggle his ears. Oh, the years have been long Since I left the glad throng I lowd In those happier days; They have passed fromiiny view All those friends whom I knew And are threading life's dtevlous ways. All Is fading, I find, Yet with pleasure my mind To that one youthful picture adheres. And from out the dini past I'll recall to the last llow Tommy Spink wiggled his ears. —Nlxou Waterman, In L. A. W. Bulletin. | For Nothing Per Cent. 1 THE house in which Mr. William Johnson carried on the business of money lender nnd financial agent was in 110 way different from those sur rounding it save that the downstairs front window bore the legend "Loan Office" in large black letters on a white ground. A quiet, orderly, middle-aged man was Mr. Johnson, and people who met him in the street and did not know him would have taken him for anything rather than a man who put out his money to usury. Certainly there was nothing- of the ! Shy lock about him as he sot one spring • morning in his dingy office over a much* I thumbed account book. He was a tall, J spare, loosely-built man, with u pale i face and a thin, straggling crop of ! beard and whiskers that always looked : as if it had grown in patches. Usually, ; when he was not talking to his clients, '{he curried a quill pen in his mouth; I (there wus something in this habit tJiat ' J gave him the appearance of an ab j [stracted poodle carrying a stick. I • Mr. Johnson was deeply engrossed in } the consideration of a certain entry in 'lis account book when the door of the loan office opened very suddenly and net the bell ringing with sharp dis sonance. lie heard u light step in. the little lobby, which was partitioned off from the rest of the room. For a mo ment he did not answer the lummons of the bell —it was never wise to be In too much haste to welcome callers. But presently lie rose and opened the door, the quill pen still retaining its hori zontal position in his mouth. He lifted his eyes carelessly from the little swing counter to t lie person who stood behind it. He was not easily surprised, for he had Been many strange things In his time, but what he now saw surprised trim into a vague, uncomfortable si lence. Behind the little counter stood a young lady—nay a girl—of sonic 18 or "WHAT AMOUNT DO YOU WISH TO BOItROWT" 1U years, fusliiouubly dressed, evidently of good position and palpable refine ment. Her pretty, fresh face, revealing itself to M r. Johnson's astonished eyes from beneath the ravishments ol a much be flowered picture hat, seemed strangely out of keeping with tlio dingy color of the little lobby. "Oh vr 3c are Mr. William Joliu soti?" she said. "Ye*," answered Mr. Johnson. "You er, you lend tnouey, don't you ?" "Yes," said Mr. Johnson again. "I I Maut to borrow some money," she silid, looking out of half averted eyes at the money lender. \lr. Joh u son's first Impulse was to stretch out his hand for one of the ap plication form* which stood ready In u small box on the counter. Hut upon reflection lie lifted the swinging shelf ami asked his new client to step Inside. When she Ihhl |«i .sed Into the offloe ho closed t he door and joined her and from sheer force of habit he restored the <1 til I i pen to hi* mouth. The girl saw the resemblance to the abstracted poodle, and a smile rippled over her face. Mr. Johnson did not observe it| lie indicated a chair at the side of lila ili ik and when the girl had taken It lie resumed his own scut, and looked at her. "What, amount did you wish to bor row, ma'am?" said Mr. Johnson. "Oil- ah —well, £ 'M." "Now •" said Mr. Johnson. "I sup pose you could furnish gyod security ?" "1 thought that you—lt says In your advertisement, you know, that you lend money on borrower"* lioteot ha ml nlum 1 think that's how it's put. Isn't It? and no Inquiries, and no securities —isn't that it?" "To approved borrower®—yea," an swered Mr. Johnson. "OhI" said the glrL "Ohl Then: you—" "Wu don't lend money without se curity," said Mr. Johnson. "Of course, if we know the party, and know thai it's all right aud safe, why, of course, In that case " "J iee," aald the girl." "Yea—of course, you don't know any thing about me. How silly of me! I thought one had JiiM to come and get the money and sign a paper or something." The girl looked up from her parasol, with which she had been tracing Im aginary pat terns on the floor. "I'ti imp- I'd better tell you nil about i, It," she htiid. Of eourse, you V on't tell an/jflflly, pjUl jro'iV" No. lO "Never divulge professional BecrCt#,'*' said Mr. Johnson. "Well. I want to borrow £2O tobuTM bicycle. There!" said the girl, with m decisive tap of the p.irasol upon tha floor. "You see, I've spent of my quarter's allowance, and therelj still a month before I've any more duflj —and I simply must have that bicyc!a» : and I looked overall the advertisement* about money, and I saw yours and so 1 came to you." "Might I inquire what name, ma'am?" said Mr. Johnson. "Oh. I'm Miss Lattimer—of course, you know my father—Mr. Robert Latr timer?" "Certainly," replied Mr. Johnson, more astonished than ever. "I've no doubt that he'd buy you a bicycle now." "No, he won't. He thinks £BOO a year quite enough for a girl to spend. No, I shall have to buy my own bicycle." Mr. Johnson took the quill out of hia mouth nnd scratched his head with the feathered end of it. "I'm nfraid your father wouldn't ap prove, ma'am —he began. "Oh. he's not to know, you know. This is a little deal just between you and me. After all, it's not getting tilings on ciedit, is it? Because the money will really be mine when you've lent it to me, won't it?" "Ye-es," answered Mr. Johnson. "Ye-es." "That's all right, then!" said Misa Lattimer, triumphantly. "Well, have I got to Kign any papers or anything, Mr. Johnson?" "It is usual to make inquiries before completing." "Oh, but I've no time for inquiries!" exclaimed Miss Lattimer. "I've got to meet a friend at the cycle agent's in aa hour. Oh—look here, I'll leave you my card, Mr. Johnson, in case you wanting ! address." Mr. Johnson looked at the piece of pasteboard and then at Miss Lattimer. Something impelled him to rise and un lock a safe, which stood In a corner o{ the office, lie fumbled about and Anal ly produced four five-pound notes, new from the Bank of England. "Well, ma'am," said Mr. Johnson, "it isn't my usual way of doing business, but —" and there he paused, utterly un able to explain matters tohimself. ( "When did you say you could pay It back, ma'am?" "Oh, on the flrsbof July," replied Miss Lattimer. "That's scarcely a month, is It?" "Then I may expect to see yQU on the first of July, ma'am," said Mr. Johnson, laying do\\n the notes. "Certainly you may 1" exclaimed Miss Lattimer, delightedly. "Thanks, awful ly 1" She stutTed the notes into a gola mounted purse and smiled at Mr. John son with all the innocent pleasure of 4 child who has got what it wants. "But we haven't arranged anything—haven't >I to sign a paper or anything?" "I think," said Mr. Johnson, slowly, "that we'll leave that over until you pay, the money, ma'am. I'll only charge yo(i reasonable interest, for such a short loan. 'Of course, ina'ain,you'll not mention thirf little transaction to anybody," lie add ed, anxiously. "We always keep ties# matters quiet—very quiet." "Oh, to be Bure!" laughed ths g<rL "Well, thanks, Mr. Johnson, and goos - see me on the first of July dead certain, you know." On the first of July Mr. Johnson sat in his office in a state of nervous expeo taney; but the nervousness had noth ing to do with the money which was due from Miss Lattimer. All the morning he waited and all the afternoon and still she came not.. And then as evening drew nenr the postman brought & reg istered letter and Mr. Johnson opened It' and drew out £BO in notet and ©im pound in gold and a note that smelied of violets. After a long time Mr, Johnson rose from his desk and locked tin tLo note* in ills safe. Then betook the sovereign Jn his hand and went out into the street. He presently came to the littlei shop of a working jeweler and entered it timidly. When ho came out the sov ereign hung on his simple watch chain nnd his finger s twit for it und caressed It as If it had been a live thing. And 11)0.1 was the end. —Chicago Dally News. Ontnlttrd lIU Slmrji-Tongmi Wife. An Englishman of Lymlngtou had the misfortune to live in a continuous quarrel with Lis wife, who was a modern X.antlppe, and threatened, in case she survived him, to dance over his grave. It was her lot to outlive him, out 14 was not so easy to carry out her threat. The husband had the precaution to make an Injunction In Ills will requir ing lil« body to be burled in the sea near his residence and without cere mony. The injunction was complied with.—Chicago Chronicle. RonntLrd It Ksfeljr. Mrs. Owllllam* —1 heard you tell Mr. Sfllnt to come around at lunch time downtown to-morrow and you would have a hot-wotch. What l<t a ho - stxttch, dear? Mr. (Jwilllam#—Cooked oatmeal, my dear.—Chicago Tribune. Whr He Was Young Poet—Why do you rcfiue ny> for a son-in-law? I* it because I liok merit? Pnterfamlllus (old jvurnalistlo hindV, —Oh, no; it is simply on jwcOUWl & lack of spaoe. We ar* really crowafiO for room liere now.—Tlt^Dit*. Too True. "Dearest," she murmured, "I'm eo afraid you'll change." "Darling," lie answered, "you'll never fln<l any change atxyut me." Which wa* nalufulb' true lit a double sense -Cleveland Plain l>e<ifer. FVmlulilc. "Flo slsdl Why, what a beautiful And a bonnet from l'arls, too, my ilMr. You're wellt I sco your Wrinkle* ars lss# By i lany than when you wers hsr* last year " - Judao. A IVncefiil Section. Missouri Traveler This is a famous section for feuds, I understand? Native No more peaceful parts any-! where tlmn right here. No feuds here. Everything's as pleasant a» pie. "But how about the llilllngton-Wel- Liitgiou feud?" "Over long ago. I'm Dllllngton." "Indeed I I haven't met any of the Wellingtons." "No, nor you won't. The feud Is over."— N. Y. Weekly. Til* Itradlon. She (who )ins just sa|d no) —I am sorry 1 cannot give you the answer you wanted, Mr. Hpooner, but It is /or the best, believe me. Home day you will ask youlself what you e\cr saw In me to attract your fancy. lie—l have iio doubt 1 wll], Miss IVJmrpe. My frlcndp htve asked me that question a hundred times since 1 begatl j'Sji'ig attentions io you.—Chi cago 'I rlbune. An ICn||nAis In hl« willing yrn>« tneiislreis ho trlumph nnlly ahrokled. Hut her i»a abruptly entered and lis loosed his eiliiKlnK clasp. 'Ton tlio ending vf ill# romance, but he hain't >'et I fssnil tolling Of ths ijßinuiahla tlirie no had a fortuno
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