VOL.- xxxvii BICKEL'S BARGAINS Have you seen the pretty styles ■ in fine footwear at Bickel's. Our spring stock is all in and j is extremly large. Grandest display of fine foot wear ever shown. SOROSIS SHOES and Oxfords in ail the new and pretty styles for spring. Many styles to select from. Misses' and Children's shoes and Oxfords in fine Dongola, Tan and Patent Leather. See our line of Men's and Boy's fine shoes in Patent Leather, \ ici Kid and the different shades of Russett. Also a complete stuck of Gents' fine Oxfords in the different ■ leathers —all sizes and widths 1 Thest)!es are the latest and the prices are the lowest. Sample Counters Filled With Interesting Bargains JOHN BICKEL, 128 SOUTH MAIN STREET, - - BUTLER, IVY HUSELTON'S Spring Footwear The Very Finest Shoes Ever Shown in Butler for Men. Women and Children. Every New Idea That has merit in it as to style, comfort and service in footwear develops in this store. Women's Shoes made especially to our order; dainty in appearance, of sub stantial service and full of style as to shape of heel and toe, $2, $2.50, $3.00 and $3.50 in Tan, kid and Russia calfj black kid skin and patent leather. Our Girls Shoes in ta:i and black, lace or but ton kid shoes, sizes 11 1 to 2*, at 75c, sl, $1.25 and $1.50; to 11, at 50c, 75, $1 and $1.25; 6 to 8 at 40c, 50c, 75c a: 1 sl. Shoes for Boys, Including patent leather, vici kid, tan and Russia calf, sizes 2\ to at 90c. SI.OO, $1.25, $1.50 and $2.00. We are sole agents for the famous "Queen Quality" Shoes for Women, of tl>is city, B. C. HUSELTON'S, «lotler*ft Leading Hhoe fiou»e. OypoHite Hotol Lwry. Spring STYLES i*. f Uf» (fyV ,jlgr \ll Men don't buy cjothiiip for the pur- t npf I Mur i J .'jcpoM.' or upending money. They desire jit, /) m' LIJrHrjQ fTTto get the best possible results for the Ml Al M money expended Not cheap goods#'." /J rl J jj& MFk .•/i'but good» as cheap .1. they can Mi' I for . .nd made up properly. |r\ 7 -Ayoii want the correct tiling at the cor-"&." j'A .•JUrect price, call and i-xamine our -if,- I y jfiri Kv i j 9 t 3; large stack of SPRINT, WEIGHTS—J; I \ M i! STYLES, SHADES I , | POW s ft ftT« ft ft rft ft ft ft ft fti MIThiPI^ Fits and Workmanship ' * |J II Guaranteed. JY : ✓ G F. K6CK, 42 North Main Street, Butler, Pa Out of Style. Out of the World! TJQy j[\ ! 1 easily distinguished from the ordin ary. They are the result of careful study and practical application of the V'ici%w ideas gathered by frequent visits to A> a# . contact with the leading tailors and i 'in(r 1 > fashion authorities of the county. I***'' '' * They are made in our own work- shop by the highest paid journey ll men tailors in Hutler, yet it is pos sible to (and we do) give our patrons these first-class clothes at the price you would pay for the other sort. We believe we have given good reasons why our tailoring is the best and cheapest and would be grateful for the opportunity to show you our handsome spring stock and give you prices to prove them. Al«nH MAKER OF /ilCll MEN'S Clothes, rr,__ . fin IMI II over-gaiters, 50c values at 15c. Women's Fine Shoes, Lace or button at 85c, $i,51.25 and $1.50 —up to the minute in style. Business Shoes. Stylish footwear for business men; tan box and Russia calf, fine vici kids, velour calf, pat ent calf that have ease and comfort as well as wear in them at $2, $2.50, $3 and $3.50. Men'B Patent Leather. Full dress affairs at $2.50, $3.50. $4 and ss,that you must have to be well dressed; shoes that go into the v»ery best soci - ety and feel at home there. Men's Working Shoes in oil grain and heavy veal, two sole and tap bellus tongue, atsi, $1.25 and $1.50; Box toe at $f 50, $2 and $2.50; in fine satins for dress at SI.OO, $1.25 and $1.50. THE BUTLER CITIZEN. fhotmanrt* nro Trying ft. In ordfr to prove the great m«rft of Elv's Cream the ino-t effective cur« for Cal&rrh and Cold ia Iljad. we have pre pared a generous trial size for 10 cents. Get it of your druggist or send 10 cents to ELY BROS., 5G Warren St., N. Y. City. I suffered from eaiarrli of the wor»t k nd ever since a boy, an 1 I never lior-- ' for cure, but Ely's Creain Balm do even that. sl.iny s La~ a- 1 it with excellent results. —Oscar Oatruni. 15 W.crren A.e., Chicago, 111. Elv's Cream Balm ia the acknowledged cur- 'for catarrh and contiiins no cocaine, mercury nor any injurious drug. I'rice, 60 cenll At dn'j-i •aor 1 y mrtiL RAILROAD TIME TABLES. BUFFALO, ROCHESTER & PITTSBURG RY. The new trunk line between Pittsburg. Butler, Bradford, Rochester and Buffafo. On and after Jan. 1, 1900, passenger trains will leave Butier, I'. A: \V. Sta tion as follows, Eastern Standard Time: 10:12 a.m. Vestibnled Limited, daily, for Dayton, Pnnxsntawney, Du- Bois. Kidgway, Bradford. Buffalo and Rochester. 5:22 p.m. Accommodation, week days only, Craigsville, Dayton. Pnnxsn tawney. Dnßios, Falls Creek. Carwencville. Clearfield and inter mediate stations 0:45 a.m. Week days only: mixed train for Craigsville, Dayton, Pnnxsn tawney and intermediate points. This train leaves Pnnxsntawney at 1 : A.M 't 07 A.M Aileghetiy Expre** H <)'> 44 f J .'JO " S*» w A< i onirn<*lation to 0.1 " 'i 07 " Ak RON Mail to 0.1 A.M Allegheny Kant ExpitM 'J US " 12 LTO 4 * ALLEGHENY Expre«* 3MI p.* I 41 |»M friiitago Ex PRE-* 40 JM 1 2 I- arn ALLEGHENY Mail -1 -10 " 741 pm Allegheny and New Cantle Accom .1 60 " 703 44 Limited .10 44 'T »I 7 A.M Kane 11.-.-L Bradford Mail '.•11 A M J ■ > J-..M Clarion Accommodation 4 11 P.M 'I FJ A M fand . Kxj. !••-.. .. _ # am HCNUAY TRAIN*. AII"JF!J« uy Expre** 8 0.1 A.M 9 30 A.M Allegheny Accomaiofiation.. ... 5 .10 P.M .1 <»."} P.M V v I 'a-t !«• A< - <>SMJl'"lati' T PittAhur? al 3.2.1 |».«» and i' A W. F AJI« iiy at J> I». in. On Satui'layn a trxin, known ai the theatre train, will l«-avi JSti TL«-r a! '»."/> |». iu , arriving at n! l.S'y, l#»are Allegheny at 11 .'JO ji. m. I'ullntaii ■LEAPING earn on Chicago KXPRESA I*itthl/«rg ari'L Chicago. For thruugh tkk« M all POINT* IN th<- west, north #l:NL or «<>Mthwa»t aii«i regarding rout< «, TINJH of traiim, etc. apply to W. It. TRTTVKK, Ticket Agent, U. U. UHVN'OLDS, Kup't, N I)., Butl.-r, L*a. BUtler, Pa. W. IUHSKTT, ti. l\ A.. ALLEGHENY, I'a II O Dt'NKLK, Hup t. W Allttghenj I'a. PENNSYLVANIA tt t. WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA DIVISION. HcifKiiLLK iw KrriMT Kof. 20, 1899. SOUTH. , WEEK I»A YH , A. M A M. A M P. M P M. IJL'TI.KU LEAVE V* * <>., lo fin 2 :JO «>:, Hazonhiirg Arri*«- 'J M to :;O II 1' :J IN» fi W Butier Junction.. " 7 Z7 V; 11 40 :J 'Z.'» 5 . R >;J IJutl« r Junction. l.«-av< 7 :J| MIL I '/ , J Natrona Arrive 7 4'» 901 11 01 .'{ ;;4 :I Ul Oiaieinont . ft 3O l I :J« 4 M, ... FC)uirp«hurg HLL 'I :>♦- 4>» 4LZ ♦> :J^ Allegheny HL\ !# 4H \ itl 4 LD6 43 A. M. A.M. I'. M I*. M. I'. M HI*NI>AV Tlt AISH.—!.-ai e Butler for All.-fc'h«n> City aid priii' ijrtil irit<-riuixli«it«i Mtatlonii at a nt., ■ «M B 00 f ii' NORTH. WEEK DAT.H A. M A. M A.M. 1' M I'. M Allegheny City. ..leave 7 < 7 ')•- Haxonburg to I/, lo LZ II 4 :T.. 7 24 BCTLEH arrive to 40110 1 lo .1 01, 7 FTO A. M.JA. M I'. M I*. M I». M HI J. I>AY THAINH.- Allegheny < ity for But ler and princi|*l intarmedlate HtatioiiH at 7.1 » a in. and 9-30 p. NT. *OIt THE EAST. WMIIU I»a>«. Nundaya I A. M \ M IV >1 A »I I* M ! BI TI.E«. Iv ii 2< 10 .V/ 3O 7 JO /I Mi I Butler JVt ar 7 il 11 4o 3Vt Hi') OHi I Butier Jet Iv 7 4H\ 11 4.4 J 1 - 'l\ H 0'» ! Kr«eport ar 7 M IL 4'l 4OJ to to 07 KUkiiuineta* J t " 7 51' 11 .10 I ft 7 H • to U L.e.rhl,Ufg " to 07 \J. *ri ill to 41 to II Puulton (Apollo).. TO w,\u 22, 4 40 TO U* TO 4I halUI ii rg " to 61 12 4 'J 1 Oto 11 Si VHU iJlaimvlllo „ ' II 120 '» 41 '» .'.2 VI 40 Ulainiville Int " 'I .'«> I .L; .1 ALUMNA M 11 3.1 I 1 4/i H />I 1 11 .. Ilartinhurg. .'JLO IOMI LMI lo 00 .. .. Philadelphia " ■ '» 2-'}j 4 2 / 4 2-'» 4 2.1 IV M \. 31.| A. M A. M. I' M Through train* for the ea*t leave !*ittrl urg (Cuion MUtion), IM follow*: - Atlantic KXPFFMN, dally 2:!Ht A.M iViiuajrlvaiila L.iiuSt«d " 7:11" Day Kxprem, M 7 -Vt 44 j Main L.LUE KTPROM, '* .... TO:M) 44 Ilarrhthurg Mall, ** 12 4/i C M I'hilah-lnhia Expr«->U«, ' ... 1:10 44 Mail and Expr«»« daily. For N< W York only THRCMIGH tufret alee \N»T\ UOC«#a/ fcen 7MI 44 Eaulein Exprewi, 4 7:10 44 KA«T Line, * " I'itttburg Limited, daily, with through < ••tu IN n .to NFW Voik, HI»<1 (DEEPING « am to N< W V'oik, and Wunhiugniti only. No extra lare on thi*« train 10:00 44 A Mail, Htinda) V oti.y H, 40A.M Wm MkMtk i■' ■■ (rim Dilivira \:, . AR, FA fail R«IUT*R), to MI A M, and »• A) I' M, daily. For cnejodStahling. ' BUTLER THURSDAY, APRIL 19,1900 ii •»; ; »*t • ». t,-. ' . ».'. ••.*. <■;. .<•_*..* . «»j..« . v»." • f..- ■ ,V. • ■ ;V» •r • ■ j .",, •;,»- , ; CHAPTER IX. HE SEES A GHOST. Bonaparte stood on the ash heap. He espied across the plain a moving speck, and he chucked his coattails up and down In expectancy of a scene. The wagon came on slowly. Waldo lay curled among the sacks at the back of the wagon, the hand in his breast resting on the sheep shearing machine. It was finished now. The right thought had struck him the day before ns he sat, half asleep, watching the water go over the mill wheel. He muttered to himself, with half closed eyes: "Tomorrow smooth the cogs, tighten the screws a little, 6how It to them." Then after a pause, "Over the whole world, the whole world—mine, that I have made!" He pressed the little wheels and pulleys In his pocket till they cracked. Presently his muttering became louder, "And £50 —a black hat for my dadda, for Lyndall a blue silk, very light, and one purple, like the earth bells, and white shoes." He mut tered on: "A box full, full of books. They shall tell trie all. all, all," he add ed. moving his lingers desiringly— "why the crystals grow in such beauti ful shapes, why lightning runs to tiic iron, why black people are black, why the sunlight makes things warm. 1 shall read, read, read," he muttered tdowly. Then came over him suddenly what he called "the presence of God," a sense of a good, strong something folding hliu round lie smiled through his haif shut eye* "Ah, Father, my own Father, it is so sweet to feel you, like the warm sun h!i:e! The Bibles and hooks cannot tell of you and all I feel you Tbey are mixed wftb men's words. In:t you"— His i.iutl'iiug sunk into Inaudible confusion till, opening his eyes wide, ft struck him that the brown plain he looked at was the old home farm. For half an hour they had been riding in it. and he had not known it. He roused the leader, who sat nodding on the front of tlie wagon in the early morn ing sunlight. They were within half a mile of tin- homestead. It seemed to him that he had been gone from them all a year. He fancied he could see Lyndall standing on the brick wall to watch for him, his father, passing from one house to the other, stopping to look He called aloud to the oxen, l-'or each one at home he had brought something for his father a piece of to bacco, bought at the shop by the mill; for Em a thimble, for I.yndall a beau tiful flower dug out by the roots at a place where they had "outspanned," for T;itit" Sannle a handkerchief. When they drew near the house, ho threw the whip to the Kaffir leader and sprang from the side of the wagon to run on Bonaparte stopped him as he rau past the ash heap. "Good morning, my dear hoy. Where are you running fo so fast with your rosy checks?" The boy looked up at him, glad even to see Bonaparte. "1 am going to the cabin," he said, out of breath. "You won't find them In Just now— not your good old father," said Bona parte. "Where Is he?" asked the lad. "There, beyond the camps," said Bonaparte, waving his hand oratorical ly toward the stone walled ostrich camps. "What Is he doing there?" asked the boy. Bonaparte patted him on the check kindly. "We could not keep him any more. It was too hot. We've burled him, my boy," said Bonaparte, touching with Ids linger the boy's check. "We couldn't keep him any more, lie, lie, he!" laughed Bonaparte as the boy fled away along the low stone wall, almost furtively, as one in fear. At r» o'clock Bonaparte knelt before a box In the German's room. He was busily unpacking It. It had been agreed upon between Tant' Sannie and himself that now the German was gone he (Bonaparte) was to be no longer schoolmaster, hut over seer of tin- farm. In return for ids past scholastic labors he had express ed himself willing to take possession of the dead man's goods and room. Tant' Sannle hardly liked the arrange ment. She had a great deul more rc sjx-et for the German dead than the German living aud would rather his goods had been allowed to descend peacefully to his son, for she; was 11 firm believer In the chinks In the world above, where not only ears but eyes might be applied to see how things went on In this world below. She nev er felt sure how far the spirit wo:ld might overlap this world of sense ami,' as 11 rule, prudently abstained from doing anything which might offend un seen auditors. For this reason she ab stained from ill using the dead Eng lishman's daughter and niece, and for this reason she would rather the hoy had had Ills father's goods. But ft was hard to refuse Bonaparte anything when she aud he sat so happily togeth er In the .evening drinking coffee, Bo naparte telling her in the broken Dutch lie was fast learning how he adored fat women and what a splendid farmer he was. Ho at .1 o'clock oil tills afternoon Mo naparte knelt In tliu German's room. "Bomewhere litre It Is," lie said :s lie packed the old clothes carefully out of tln> box and, finding nothing, packed them In again. "Hoinewhcre In thin room It Is, and If It's hero llonaparte finds It," lie repeated. "Vou didn't stay here all these years without mak ing a Utile pile Homewliere, my lamb. Vou weren't such a fool as you look ed. Oh, no!" nald Bonaparte. lie now walked ahoiit the room, div ing his fingers In everywhere, sticking them Into the great crevices in the wail and frightening out the spiders, tap ping them against the old plaster till It cracked and fell In pieces, peering up the chimney till the soot dropped on his bald head ami blackened It. He felt In little blue bags; he tried to raise the hearthstone; he shook each hook till the old leaves fi-ll down In show em on the floor. It was getting dark, and ISonaparto stood with his finger on IIIM nose re flecting. Dually he walked to the door, behind which hung the trousers and waistcoat the dead man had Inst worn. I!«• had felt In thein, but hur riedly, Just after the funeral the day before. IP- would examine them again. Sticking his fingers Into the waistcoat pockets, he found in om- corner a hole. I"r< • Jug his hand through It. between tiie lining ami the cloth, he presently came into contact with something. Bonaparte drew it forth —a small, square parcel, sewed up In sailcloth. He gazed at It. squeezed it. It crack ed. as though full of bank notes. He put It quickly into his own x-aistcoat pocket and peeped over the half door to see if tiiere was any one earning. There was nothing to lie seeo but the last rays of yellow sunset light paint ing the "karroo" bushes In the plain and shining on the ash heap, where the fowls were pecking. He turned and sat down 011 the nearest chair and, tak ing out his penknife, tipped the parcel open. The first thing that fell was a shower of yellow, faded papers. Bona parte opened them carefully one by toe and smoothed them out on his knee. There was something very val uable to be hidden so carefully, though th; German characters he could not decipher. When he came to the last one. he felt there was something hard In It. "You've got It, Bon, my boy; you've got it!" he cried, slapping his leg hard. Edging nearer to the door, for the light was fading, he opened the paper carefully. There was nothing inside but a plain gold wedding ring. "Better than nothing!" said Bona parte, trying to put it on his little fin ger, which, however, proved toe fat. He took It off and set It dowa 011 the table before him and looked at It with his crosswise eyes. "When that auspicious hour, San nle," he said, "shall have arrived when, panting, I shall lead thee, light ed by Hymen's torch, to the connubial altar, then upon thy fair amaranthine finger, my joyous bride, shall this riug repose. "Thy fair body, oh, my girl. Shall Bonaparte possess; His finfc'im in thy rooneybaga, He therein, too, shall mess." Having given utterance to this flood of poesy, he sat lost in joyous reflec tion. "He therein, too, shall mess," he re peated meditatively. At this Instant, as Bonaparte swore, and swore truly to the end of his life, a slow and distinct rap was given on the crown of his bald bead. Bonaparte started and looked up. No "reim" or strap hung down from the rafters above, and not a human crea ture was near the door. It was grow ing dark. He did not like It. He be gan to fold up the papers expeditious ly. He stretched out his hand for the ring. The ring was gone—gone, al though no human creature bad entered the room; gone, although no form had crossed the doorway. Gone! • He would not *leep there, that was certain. He stuffed the papers into his pocket. As lie did so three slow and distinct taps were given on the crown of his head. Bonaparte's jaw fell. Each joint lost Its power. He could not move; he dared not rise. His tongue lay loose In his mouth. "Take all, take all!" lie gurgled In Ids throat. "I—l do not want them. Take"— Here a resolute tug at the gray curls at tin- hack of his head caused him to leap up, yelling wildly. Was lie to sit still paralyzed, to be dragged away bodily to the devil? With terrific shrieks he fled, casting no glance be hind. • »•••»» When the dew was falling and the evening was dark, a small figure moved toward the gate of the farthest ostrich camp, driving a bird before it. When the gate was opened anil the bird driven In and the gate fastened, It turned away, but then suddenly paus eil near the stone wall. "Is that you. Waldo?" said Lyndall. hearing a-sound. The boy was sitting on the damp ground, with his back to the wall. He gave her no answer. "Come," she said, bending over him. "1 lmve been looking for you all day." He mumbled something. "You have hail nothing to cat. I have put some supper In your room. You must come home with tne, Wal do." She took his hand, and the boy rose ■lowly. She made him take her arm and twisted her small fingers among his. "You must forget," she whispered. "Since It happened I walk, I talk, I never sit still. If we remember, we cannot bring back the dead." She knit her little fingers closer among his. "Forgetting Is the best thing. He dlil not watch It coming," she whispered presently. "That Is the dreadful thing —to see It coming!" She shuddered. "I want It to come so to me too. Why do you think I was driving that bird?" she added quickly. "That was Hans, the bird that hates Bouupurte. 1 let him out this afternoon. I thought ho would chase him and perhaps kill him." The boy showed no sign of Interest. "lie did uot catch him, but he put his head over the half door of your cabin and frightened him horribly. Me was there, busy stealing your things. Perhaps lie will leave tlieui alone now, but 1 wish the bird had trodden on him." They said no more till they reached the door of the cabin. "There Is a candle, and supper is on the table. You must eat," she said authoritatively. "I cannot stay with you now lest they find out about tlio bird." He grasped her arm and brought his mouth close to her ear. "There is uo God," he almost hissed, "no God, not anywhere!" She started. "Not anywhere!" He ground It out between his teeth, and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. "Waldo, you are mad," Hho said, drawing herself from him instinctively. Lie loosened his grasp and turned away from her also. In truth, Is It not life's way? Wo fight our little battles alone, you yours, 1 mine We must not help or find help. When your life Is most real, to mo you are mad. When your agony Is blackest, 1 look at you anil wonder. Friendship Is good, a strong stick, but when the hour comes to lean hard It gives. In the day of their bitterest need all souls are alone. Ly.'idall stood by him in the dark, pityingly, As he walked to the door she came after him. "liat your supper. It will do you good," she said. Hlii- rubbed her check against ids Hhotddcr and then ran away. In the front room the little woolly Kafiir girl was u MJ.IIIII;; 'I ant' Mutinies f I feet In a small tub. and Bonaparte, I tvho sat 011 the v. ien sofa, was pull | big off his shoes and stockings that his , ewn feet might be washed also. There ! were three candles burning in the | room, and he and Tant' Sannle sat close together, with the lean Hottentot not far off. for when ghosts are about much light Is needed. There is great i strength in numbers. Bonaparte had 1 completely recovered from the effects | of his fright in the afternoon, and the I numerous doses of brandy that It had ] been necessary to administer to him to 1 effect his restoration had put him in a singularly pleasant aud amiable mood. "That boy Waldo,' said Boa i parte, rubbing Ills toes, "took himself off cool ly this morning as soon as the wagon came and lias not done a stiver of work all day. I'll not have that kind of thing now I'm master of this farm." The Hottentot maid translated. "Ah, I expect he's sorry that his fa ther's dead," said Tant' Sannle. "It's nature, you know. I cried the whole morning when my father died. One eau always get another husband, but one can't get another father," said Tant' Sannle, casting a sidelong glance at Bonaparte. Bonaparte expressed a wish to give Waldo his orders for the next day's work, and accordingly the little woolly headed Kaffir was sent to call him. After a considerable time the boy ap peared and stood in the doorway. If they had dressed him In one of the swallowtailed coats and oiled his hair till the drops fell from it and it lay as smooth as an elder's on sacrament Sun day. there would still have been some thing unanointed in the aspect of the fellow. As It was, standing there in his strange old costume, his head pre senting much the jtppcarauce of hav ing been deeply rolled In sand, his eye lids swollen, the hair hanging over his forehead and a dogged sullenness on his features, he presented most the ap pearance of an 111 conditioned young lSiffalo. "Beloved Lord," cried Tant' Sannle, "how he looks! Come in, boy. Couldn't you come and say good day to me? Don't you want some supper?" He said he wanted nothing and turned his heavy eyes away from her. "There's a ghost been seen in your father's room," said Tant' Sannie. "if you're afraid, you can sleep in the kitchen." "I will sleep In our room," said the boy slowly. "Well, you can go now," she said, "but be up early to take the sheep. The herd"— "Yes, tie up early, my boy," inter rupted Bonaparte, smiling. "1 am to be master of this farm now, and we shall be good friends, I trust, very good friends, If you try to do your duty, my dear boy." Waldo turned to go, and Bonaparte, looking benignly at the candle, stretch ed out one uustoeklnged foot, over which Waldo, looking at nothing In particular, fell with a heavy thud upon the floor. "Dear me! 1 hope you are not hurt, my boy," said Bonaparte. "You'll have many a harder thing than that, though, before you've gone through life," ho added consolingly as Waldo picked himself up. The lean Hottentot laughed till the room rang again, and Tant' Sannle tit tered till her sides ached. When he had gone, the little maid be gan to wash Bonaparte's feet. "O Lord, beloved Lord, how he did fall! 1 can't think of "it," cried Tant' Sannie, anil she laughed again. "I al ways did know he was not right, but this evening any one could see it," she added, wiping the tears of mirth from her face. "His eyes are as wild as if the devil was in them. He never was like other children. The dear Lord knows, If he doesn't walk alone for hours talking to himself. If you sit In the room with him, you can see his lips moving the whole time, and if you talk to him 20 times he doesn't hear you. Daft eyes- he's as mad as mad can be." The repetition of the word mad con veyed meaning to Bonaparte's mind. He left off paddling his toes in the wa ter. "Mad, mad? I know that kind of mad," Kald Bonaparte, "and I know the thing to give for It- the front end 1 of a little horsewhip, the tip; nlco thing; takes It out," said Bonaparte. The Hottentot laughed and trans lated. "No more walking about and talking to themselves ou this farm now," said Bonaparte, "no more minding of sheep and reading of books at the same time. The point of a liorsewlilp Is a little thing, but I think he'll have a taste of It before long." Bonaparte rubbed bis bands and looked pleasantly across his nose, and then the three laughed to gether grimly. And Waldo In bis cabin crouched In the dark In a corner, with Ids knees drawn up to his chin. OITAPTER X. XIK SHOWS HIS TKETIC Doss sat among the "karroo" bushes, one yellow ear drawn over his wicked little eye, ready to flap away any ad venturous fly that liilKbt settle on his nose. Around him In the morning sun llght fed the sheep; behind him lay his master, polishing his machine. He found much comfort In handlliiK It that morning. A dozen philosophical essay# or angelically attuned songs for the consolation of the bereaved could nev er have been to him what that little sheep shearing machine was that day. After struggling to see the unseeable, growing druuk with tlie endeavor to span the iutiulte and writhing before the inscrutable mystery It Is a renovat ing relief to turn to some simple, feel able, weigliable substance, to Home thing which has a smell and a color, which may be handled and turned over this way and that. Whether there be or be not a hereafter, whether there be any use in calling aloud to the unseen power, whether there be an unseen power to call to, whatever be the true nature of the I who eall and of the ob jects around me, whatever be our meaning, our Internal essence, our cause (and in a certain order of minds death and the agony of loss Inevitably awaken the wild desire, at other times smothered, to look Into these tilings;, whatever be the nature of that which lies beyond the unbroken wall which the limits of the human Intellect build up on every hand, this tiling Is certain - a knife will cut wood, and one cog gci! wheel will turn another. This Is sure. Waldo found an Immeasurable satis faction In the handling of his imtchlnc, but lioss winked and blinked and thought It all frightfully monotonous out there on the llat and presently dropped asleep, sitting bolt upright. (Suddenly his eyes opened wide. Some thing was coming from the direction of the homestead. Winking ids eyes and looking Inteutly, he perceived It was the gray mure. Now, Doss had won dered much of late what had become of her master. Heelng nlic carried some one on her back, he now came to his own conclusion and began to move his tall violently up and down. I'resell liy lie pricked tip one ear and let the other hang. 11l tall became motionless, anil the expression of Ids mouth was one of decided disapproval bordering on scorn. He wrinkled his lips up on each side Into little lines. The sand was soft, and the gray mare came on so noiselessly that the boy heard nothing till Bonaparte dis mounted. Then Doss got up and moved back a step. He did not approve of Bonaparte's appearance. His costume, in truth, was of a unique kind. It was a combination of the town and coun try. The tails of his black cloth coat were pinned up behind to keep them from rubbing; he had on a pair of moleskin trousers and leather gaiters, and in h's hand he carried a little whip of rhinoceros hide. Waldo started and looked up. Had there been a moment's time he would have dug a hole in the sand with his hands and buried his treasure. It was only a toy of wood, but he loved it, as one of uecessity loves what has been born of him, whether of the flesh or spirit. When cold eyes have looked at it, the feathers are rubbed off our but terfly's wing forever. "What have you here, my lad I" said Bonaparte, standing by him and point ing with the end of his whip to the medley of wheels and hinges. The boy muttered something inaudi ble and half spread his hand over the thing. "But this seems to be a very Ingen ious little machine," said Bonaparte, seating himself on the ant heap and bending down over it with deep inter est. "What is It for, my lad?" "Shearing sheep." "It is a very nice little machine," said Bonaparte. "How does it work, now? I have never seen anything so ingenious!" There was never a parent who heard deception in the voice that praised bis child, his firstborn. Here was one who liked the thing that had been created in him. He forgot everything. He showed how the shears would work with a little guidance, how the sheep would be held and the wool fall into the trough. A flush burst over his face as he spoke. "I tell you what, my lad," said Bona parte emphatically when the explana tion was finished, "we must get you a patent. Your fortune Is made. In three years' time there'll not be a farm in this colony where It Isn't working. You're a genius: that's what you are!" said Bonaparte, rising. "If it were made larger," said the boy, raising his eyes, "it would work more smoothly. Do you think there would be any one In this colony would bo able to make It?" "I'm sure they could," said Bona parte, "and, if not, why I'll do my best for you. I'll send It to England. It must be done somehow. How long have you worked at it?" "Nine months," said the boy. "Oh, It is such a nice little machine," said Bonaparte, "one can't help feeling on interest in it. There is only one lit tle improvement, one very little im provement, I should like to make." Bonaparte put his foot on the ma chine and crushed it in the sand. The boy looked up Into his face. "Looks better now," said Bonaparte, "doesn't It? If we can't have it made In England, we'll send It to America. Goodby; ta, ta " he added. "You're a great genius, a born genius, my dear boy. There's no doubt about it" He mounted the gray mare and rode off. The dog watched his retreat with cynical satisfaction, but his master lay on the ground with his head on his inns In the sand, and the little wheels and chips of wood lay on the ground around him. The dog jumped on his back and snapped at the black curls till, finding that no notice was taken, he walked off to play with a black beetle. The beetle was hard at work trying to roll home a great ball of dung It had been collecting all the morning, but Doss broke the ball and eat the beetle's hind legs and then bit off Its head. And It was ull play, and no one could tell what It had lived and worked for—a striving and a striving and an ending in nothing. CHAPTER XI. ins SNAPS. "I have found something in the loft," said Em to Waldo, who was listlessly piling cakes of fuel on the kraal wall a week after. "It Is a box of books tliat belonged to my father. We thought that Taut' Sannie had burned them." The boy put down the cake he was raising and looked at her. "I don't think thoy are very nice, not stories," she added, "but you can go and take any you like." So saying, she took up the plate In which she had brought ills breakfast mill walked off to the house. After that the boy worked quickly. The pile of fuel Bonaparte had ordered him to pack was on the wall In half an hour. He then went to throw salt on the skins laid out to dry. Finding the i«>t empty, he went to the loft to refill It. lionaparte Blenklns, whoso door opened at the foot of the ladder, saw the boy go up and stood In the door way waiting for Ids return. Do want ed bis boots blacked. Doss, tlndlng he could not follow his master up the round bars, sat patiently at the foot of the ladder. Presently he looked up longingly, but no one appeared Then lionaparte looked up also and Iwgan to call, but there was no answer. What could the boy be doing? The loft was an unknown land to Bonaparte. Ho had often wondered what was up there, lie liked to know what was In all locked up places and out of the way corners, but lie was afraid to climb the ladder. Ho Bonaparte look ed up and. In the name of all that was tantalizing, questioned what the boy did up there. The loft was usetl only as a lumber room. What could the fellow find up there to keep him so long? Cottld the Boer woman have beheld Waldo at that instant any lingering doubt which might have remained In her mind as to the boy's Insanity would Instantly have vanished, for, having tilled the Halt pot, he proceeded to look for the box of books among the rubbish that Ailed the loft. Under a pile of sacks be found It a rough packing case, nailed up, but with one loose plank. lie lifted that and saw the even backs of a row of books, lie knelt down before the box and ran his hand along Its rough edges, as If to assure himself of Its existence. He stuck his hand In among the books and pulled out two. He felt them, thrust lila lingers in among the leaves and crumpled them a little, as a lover feels the hair of Ids mistress. The fellow gloated over his treasure. He had had a dozen books in the course of his life. Now here was a mine of them opened at his feet. After awhile he began to read the titles and now and again opened a book and read a sentence; but he was too excited to catch the meanings distinctly. At last he came to a dull brown volume, lie read the name, opened It In the center and where he opened began to read. 'Twns a chapter on property that lie fell upon, "Communism, I'ourlerlsin, St. Simon- Ism," In a work on political economy. He read down one page and turned over to the next; lie read down that without changing Ids posture by an Inch; he read tiie next and the next, kneeling up all the while with the book In his hand and hlrlips parted. All he read he did not fully under stand. The thoughts were new to him. But tiiis was the fellow's startled joy in the liook— the thoughts were Ills; they belonged to him. lie had never thought them before, but they were his. • lie laughed silently and internally, witli the still intensity of triumphant Joy. So, then, all thinking creatures did not send up the one cry: "As thou, dear Lord, hast created things in the beginning, so are they now, so ought they to be. so will they be. world with out end, and it doesn't concern us what they are. Amen." There were men to whom not only "kopjes" and stones were calling out imperatively, "What are we, and how came we here? Un derstand us and know us," but to whom even the old, old relations between man and man and the customs of the ages called and could not be made still and forgotten. The boy's heavy body quivered with excitement. So he was not alone, not alone. He could not quite have told any one why he was so glad and this warmth had come to him. His cheeks were burning. N'o wonder that Bona parte called In vain and Doss put his paws on the ladder and whined till three-quarters of an hour had passed. At last the boy put the book in his breast and buttoned it tightly to him. He took up the salt pot and went to the top of the ladder. Bonaparte, with his hands folded under his coattails, looked up when he appeared and ac costed him. "You've been rather a long time up there, my lad," he said as the boy de scended with a tremulous haste, most unlike his ordinary slow movements. "You didn't hear me calling, I sup pose?" Bonaparte whisked the tails of his coat up and down as he looked at him. lie (Bonaparte Blenkins) had eyes which were very farseeing. He looked at the pot. It was rather a small pot to have taken three-quarters of an hour in the tilling. He looked at the face. It was flushed. And yet Tant' Sannie kept no wine. lie had not been drinking. Ills eyes were wido open and bright. lie had not been sleeping. There was no girl up there. He had not been making love. Bo naparte looked at him sagaciously. What would account for the marvelous change In the boy coming down the ladder from the boy going up the lad der? One thing there was. Did not Tant' Siumle keep In the loft "bul tongs" and nice smoked sausages? There must be something nice to eat up there. Aha! That was it! Bonaparte was so Interested In car rying out Ihls chain of Inductive rea soning that he quite forgot to have his boots blacked. ne watched the boy shutß* off with the salt pot under his arm. Then he Btood in his doorway and raised hia eyes to the quiet blue sky and audibly propounded this riddle to himself: "What Is the connection between the naked back of a certain boy with a greatcoat on and a salt pot under his arm and the tip of a horsewhip? An swer: No connection at present, but there will bo soon." Bonaparte was so pleased with this sally of his wit that lief buckled a lit tle and went to lie down on his bed. There was bread baking that after noon, and there was a fire lighted in the brick oven behind the house, and Tant' Sannic had left the great wood en elbowed chair in which she passed her life and waddled out to look at it. Not far off was Wit do, who, having thrown a pail of food Into the pigsty, now leaned over the sod wall looking at the pigs. Half of the sty was dry, but the ipwer half was a pool of mud, on the edge of which the mother sow lay with closed eyes, her ten little ones sucking. The father pig, knee deep in the mud, stood running his snout Into a rotten pumpkin and wrl&gHug his curled tail. Waldo wondered dreamily a» he stared why they were pleasant to look at. Taken singly, they were not beau tiful; taken together, they were. Was tt not because there was a certain har mony about them? The old now was suited to the little pigs and the little pigs to their mother, the old boar to the rotten pumpkin and all to the mud. They suggested the thought of nothing that should be added, of nothing that should be taken away. And, he won dered ou vaguely, was not that tlio secret of all beauty, that you who look on— So ho stood dreaming and leaned farther and farther over the sod wall and looked at the pigs. All this time Bonaparte Blenklns was sloping down from the house In an aimless sort of way, but he kept one eye fixed on the pigsty, and each gyra tion brought lilm nearer to It. Waldo stood like a thing asleep when liona parte came close up to him. In old days, when a small boy play ing in an Irish street gutter, he (Bona parte) had l>oeu familiarly known among his comrades under the title of Tripping lien, this from the rare case and dexterity with which, by merely projecting his foot, he could preclpltato nny unfortunate companion 011 to the crown of his head. Years had elapsed, and Tripping Ben had become Bona parte, but the old Klft was In him still, lie came close to the pigsty. All the defunct memories of his boyhood re turned on him In a flood as with an adroit movement he Inserted his leg between Waldo and the wall and sent lilm over the pigsty. Tlie little pigs were startled at the si range Intruder and run behind their mother, who sniffed at him. Taut' Sanulo Hinuto her hands together and laughed, but Bonaparte was far from Joining her. Lost In reverie, he gazed at the distant horizon. The suddeu reversal of head ami feet hud thrown out the volume that Waldo carried In his breast. Bonaparte pick ed It up and began to Inspect it as the boy climbed slowly over the wall, lie wotdd have walked off sullenly, but ho wanted Ids book and waited till It shonld be given him. "11a!" said lionaparte, raising his eyes from the leaves of the book which he was examining. "I IIOJM) your cost has not been Injured, it is of an ele gant cut. An heirloom, I presume, from your paternal grandfather? It looks nice now." "() l,ol'd, O I-ord," cried Taut' Nan nie, laughing and holding her nldos, "how the child looks as though he thought the mud would never wash off! O Lord. 1 shall die! You, Bona parte, are the funniest man I ever saw." Bonaparte Hlenklns was now careful ly Inspecting the volume he bud picked up. Among the subjects on which the darkness of IIIM understanding had been enlightened during Ids youth po litlcal economy had not been one. lie was not, therefore, very clear us to what the nature of the book might be, uud, as the name of tlie writer, J. H. Mill, might, for anything he kuew to the contrary, have belonged to a ven erable member of the IlrltiHh ami For eign Itlble society, It by uo means threw light upon the question, lie was not in any way sure that political econ omy had nothing to do with the cheap est way of procuring clothing for the army and navy, which W'uuld Be cer tainly both a political and an ecoaomi cal subject. But Bonaparte soon came to n con clusion as to the nature of the lx>ok ami its contents by the application of a simple rule now largely acted npjn, but which, becoming universal, would save much thought and valuable time. It is of marvelous simplicity, of in finite utility, of universal applicability. It may easily be committed to vaepiorf and runs thus: Whenever you come Into contact with any book, person or opinion of which you absolutely comprehend nothing, declare that book, person or opinion to be immoral. Bespatter it, vituperate against It, strongly insist that any man or woman harboring it Is- a fool or a knave, or both. Care fully abstain from studying It. Do all that In you lies to annihilate that book, person or opinion. Acting on this rule, so wtde In its comprehensiveness, so beautifully sim ple In its working. Bonaparte ap proached Taut' Sannle with the book in his hand. Waldo came a step nearer, eying it like a dog whose young has fallen into evil hands. "This book." said Bonaparte, "is not a fit and propex study for a young and immature mind." Tant' Sanuie did not understand a word and said: "What?" "This book," said Bonaparte, bring ing down his linger with energy on the cover, "this book Is sleg, sleg, davel. davel!" Taut' Sannle perceived from the gravity of ills countenance that it wajp no laughing mutter. From the words slog and davel she understood that the book was evil and had some connec tion with the prince who pulls the wires of evil over the whole earth. "Where did you get this book?" she asked, turning her twinkling little eyes on Waldo. "I wish that my legs may be as thin as an Englishman's if it isn't one of your father's. He had more sins than all the Kaffirs in Kaf flrland, for all that he pretended to be so good all those years and to live with out a wife because he was thinking of the one that was dead! As though ten dead wives could make up for one fat one with arms and legsl" cried Tant' Sannle, snorting. "It was not my father'# book," said the l>oy savagely. "I got It from your loft." "My loft! My book! How dare you?" cried Tant' Sannle. "It was Em's father's. Bhe gave it me," he muttered, more sullenly. "Give it here. What Is the name of It? What is it about?" she askd, put ting her linger upon the title. Bonaparte understoodi "Political economy," b« said skrwiy. "Dear Lord!" said Tant' SannlßL "Cannot one hear from the very sound what an ungodly book It Is? One can hardly say the name. Haven't we got curses enough on this farm?" cried Tant' Sannle eloquently—"my best im ported Merino ram dying of nobody knows what, and the Shorthorn cow casting her two calves, and the sheep eaten lip with the scab and the drought? And is this a time to bring things about the place, to call down the vengeance of Almighty God to punish us more? Didn't the minis ter tell me when I was confirmed not to read any book except my Bible and hymnlKJok; that the devil was In all the rest? And I never have read any. other liook," said Tant* Sannle, with vigorous energy, "and I never wiUl" Waldo saw that the fate of hiß book I was sealed and turnod sullenly on his heel. 1 "So you will not stay to bear what I say!" cried Tant' Sannle. 'There, take your pollty-gollity-gomlny, your devil's book!" she cried, Hinging the book at his head with much energy. It merely touched his forehead on ! one side and fell to the ground. "Go on!" she cried, "t know you are going to talk to yourself. People who 1 talk to themselves always talk to the devil. Go and tell him all about U. Go, go! Bun I" cried Taut' Sannle. But the boy neither quickened nor slackened his pace and passed sullenly round tho back of the wagon house. Books have been thrown at other heads before and since that summer afternoon by hands more white and delicate than those of the Boer worn ! an; but whether the result of the proc ess has been in any case wholly satis factory may bo questioned. We love that with a peculiar tenderness, wo treasure It with a peculiar care, it has for us quite a fictitious value, for which wo have suffered. If we may. not carry it anywhere elso, wo will car ry It In our hearts and always to tlie end. Bonaparte Blunklns went to pick up the volume, now loosened from its oov; er, while Tant' Sannlo pushed the stumps of wood farther into the oven. Bonaparte came close to her, tapped the book knowingly, nodded and looked at the lire. Tant' Sannle comprehend; ed and, taking the volume from Ida hand, threw It Into the back of the oven. It luy upon the heap of coals, smoked, flared and blazed, and the pev litical economy was uo more—gone out of existence, like many another poor heretic of llesh and blood. Bonaparte grinned and to watch the process brought lils face so near the oven door that the white hair on his eyebrows got singed. He then inquired If there were nny more In tho loft. Learning that there were, ho made Blgns indicative of taking up armfuls and Hinging them into the fire. But Tant' Hnmilo was dubious. Tho ceased Englishman had left all his per] Hoiial effects specially to Ids child. It was all very well for Bonaparte to talk of burning the books. Ho had had lils hair spiritually pulled, aud slio had uo wish to repeat Ids experience. She shook her bead. Bonaparto was displeased. But then a happy thougli| occurred to him. Ho suggested that tho key of the loft should henceforth be put Into his own safo care and keep ing, no one gaining possession of It without Ids permission. To this Tant' Sannle readily assented, and the ,two walked lovingly to the houso to look' for It J | (TO II CO»TIXU*D.J IIIn llaalnras t'nrrrr. "I should think you would have your boy trained for some business." "1 am." "But he's never done a day's work In his life." "That's true." "lie doesn't know anything except how to dress, dance and talk nonsense." "True, again, but that's part of the training for his life purpose." "Well, what do jou expect to mako of Itlin V" "The husband of an heiress."—Chica go Post. The Two Wrlla. I'linnlman Have you heard tho story about the two holes In the ground? <;till<-iii— I suppose I'm to say, "No," tin n you reply, "Too deep?" Euniilman That's not It at all. Gulleui No? Then 1 haven't heard It. Fuunlninn Well u«llt—Philadelphia Press. No.lO