VOL- xxxvil BICKEL'S BARGAINS Have you seen the pretty styles j SELLING GOODS REGARD in fine footwear at Bickel's. LESS OF COST. Our spring stock- is all in and Ladies' fine Dongola shoes is extremly largo. $1.50 values at SI.OO Grandest display of fine foot- Men's fine Calf shoes, leather wear ever shown. lined, $1.50 values at SI,OO. SOROSIS SHOES and Oxfords Men's fine Tan shoes, spring in all the new and pretty styles styles, $2.00 values at $1.25. for spring. Many styles to select Boys' fine Box Calf, extension from. Misses' and Children's sole shoes, $1.50 values at SI.OO. shoes and Oxfords in fine Dongola, Men's Heavy Sole, lace work- Tan and Patent Leather. ing shoes, $1.35 values at 90c. See our line of Men's and Boy's Girl's fine Dress shoes, patent fine shoes in Patent Leather, Vici tipped, SI.OO values at 50c. Kid and the different shades of Men's High-cut, heavy sole, Russett. box toe shoes, $2 values at $1.25. Also a complete stock of Gents' Ladies' fine Slippers, satin, fine Oxfords in the different velvet and leather, all sizes, SI.OO leathers —all sizes and widths values at 35c. The styles are the latest and Ladies' fine Jersey over-gaiters, the prices are the lowest. s oc values at 15c. Sample Counters Filled With Interesting Bargains JOHN BICKEL, 128 SOUTH MAIN STREET, - - BUTLER, PA HUSELTON'S Spring Footwear The Very Finest Shoes Ever Shown in Butler for Men. Women and Children. Every New Idea Women's Fine Shoes, That has merit in it as to style, Lace or button at 85c, $1 ,$ 1.25 comfort and service in footwear and $1.50 —up to the minute develops in this store. in style. Women's Shoes Business Shoes. made especially to our order; Stylish footwear for business dainty in appearance, of sub- men; tan box and Russia calf, stantial service and full of style fine vici kids, velour calf, pat as to shape of heel and toe, $2, ent calf that have ease and $2.50, $3.00 and $3.50 in Tan, comfort as well as wear in them kid and Russia calf, black kid at $2, $2.50, $3 and $3.50. skin and patent leather. Men's Patent Leather. Our Girls Shoes Full dress affairs at $2.50, in tan and black, lace or but- $3.50, $4 and ss, that you must ton kid shoes, sizes iii to 2, at have to be well dressed; shoes 75c, sl, $1.25 and $1.50; that go into the very best soci-- to 11, at 50c, 75, $1 and $1.25; ety and feel at home there. 6 to 8 at 40c, 50c, 75c and sl. Men's Working Shoes Shoes for Boys, in oil grain and heavy veal, Including patent leather, vici two sole and tap bellus tongue, kid, tan and Russia calf, sizes atsi, $1.25 and $1.50; Box 2.3 to SJ, at 90c, SI.OO, $1.25, toe at $l5O, $2 and $2.50; in $1.50 and $2.00. fine satins for dress at SI.OO, $1.25 and $ 1 .50. We are sole agents for the famous "Queen Quality" Shoe s for Women, of this city, B. C. HUSELTON S. Butler's Leading Shoe House. Opposite Hotel Lwry. Spring STYLES Z # U?7 (jj I Men don't buy clothing for the pur-vfc" -v / Jujr 1 \ II ■3|£pose or spending niouey. They desire.S&C /| U I- /Wl to get the best possible results for the??, A " V\Y Al3 expended. Not cheap goods?fc / J i"i / FIFTY ' goods as cheap as they can r\ II 8 fjisold for .nd made up properly. If£C 'p V®. you want the correct thing at the cor-Tf." Ifl price, call anil examine ouoic. ■ —' \ HGk iV/Jg \ ll 1 t large stick of SPRING WEIGHTS —|T \U \ 'IW I'l j / STYLES, SIIaDES AND®" M 1/ m'i A/I I J # c, "- olis - ' $ \ fH" I I • ra \l\iy. Fits and Workmanship I ' | ! Guaranteed. G F. KeCK, 42 North Main Street, Butler, Pa Out of Style, Out of the World! WV-i ur garments have a style that is /f x 1 ' easily distinguished from the ordin ; study and practical application of the [ \ ideas gathered by frequent visits to I .'! v 'ashion centres, and by personal contact with the leading tailors and i£l ; '• " k 7 fashion authorities of the county, v* . ■ 'j... F j| v-v w They are trade in our own work lij lij shop by the highest paid journey— , Hi men tailors in Butler, 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. A t 1-1 H MAKER OF rilCll MENS Clothes, FITTING TRUSSES 'S not Buess Wc arc not * ij approximates the sl/.r of tlie > us -4 toruer. for wo want the tru-.s wo 1 ITJ 1 ! W sell to (In the work I hoy are oy- XSJEI J pccted to do and to be comfortable HJI if at tin- ihm time. Sometimes a ( ■H ■ little Intelligent landing of the , RH j ■ truss band Is needed. Wc do It. ' and we promptly order special ( REDICK & GROHMAN'S. ! 109 N. Main St., PRESCRIPTION DRUGGISTS, Butler, L'a < -THE BUTLER CITIZEN. Thonftantl* aro Trying It. Tn ordsr to prove Mie great merit of Ely's Cream Halm, the most effective euro for Catarrh and Cold iu Haad, we have pre : pared a generous trial size for 10 cents, j Get it of your druggist or send 10 cents to ELY BROS., SG Warren St., N. Y. City. I suffered from catarrh of the worst kind ever since a boy. and I never h f, j I tor cure, but Ely's Cream Balm seems It do I even that Many acquaintances h*v -j., t it with excellent results. —Oscar Ostrum, 43 Warren Ave., Chicago, 111. ! Ely's Cream Balm is the acknowledged i euro for catarrh and contains no cocaine, ! mercury nor any injurious drag. Price, 6C cents. At druggists or by mail. RAILROAD TIME TABLES. B' UFFALO, ROCHESTER & PITTSBURG RY. The new trunk line between Pittsburg. Butler, Bradford, Rochester and Buffr.lo. On and after -Tan. 1, 1900. passenger trains will leave Butler, P. & W. Sta tion as follows, Eastern Standard Time: 10:12 a.m. Vestibnled Limited, daily, for Dayton, Punxsntawney. Du- Bois. Ridgway, Bradford, Buffalo and Rochester. 5:22 p.m. Accommodation, week days only, Craigsville, Dayton. Punxsn tawney, Dußios, Falls Creek, Curwensville. Clearfield and inter mediate stations 0:45 a.m. Week days only: mixed traiu for Craigsville, Dayton, Punxsn tawney and intermediate points. This train leaves Pnnxsutawney at 1:00 p.m. arriving at Bntler at 5:45 p.m , stopping at all intermediate stations Thousand mile tickets good for pas sage between all stations on the B. K. & PR'y and N. Y. C. R R. (Penn'a. division) at 2 cents per mile. For tickets, time tables and fnrthei information call on or address, W. R. TURNER, Agt. Bntler, Pa., or EDWARD C. LAPEY. Gen'l Pass. Agent, Rochester, N. Y. P... Bessemer & L E. Trait.B depart: No 14, at 9:15 A. M; No. 2, at 4 50 P. M. Butler time. Trains arrive :No. 1, 9:50 A. M; No. 11, 2:55 P. M. Butler time. No. 14 runs through to Erie and con nects with W. N. Y. & P. at Huston Junction for Franklin and. Oil City, and with Erie Railroad at Shenan go for all points east. No. 2 runs through to Greenville and connects with W N. Y. & P. for Franklin and Oil City, and at Shenango with Erie R. R. for points east and west. W. R. TURNER, Ticket Agent. piTTSBURG & WESTERN Railway. Schedule of Pas senger Trains in effect Nov. 19, 1899. BUTLER TIME. Depart. Arrive. Allegheny Accommodation 6 •«£."> A.m 9 07 A.m Allegheny Express 8 u r » " 930 " Newcastle Accommodation 1 805 u 9 07 " Akron Mail 8 A.M 7 03. P.M Allegheny Fast Express 9 58 " 12 18 " Allegheny Express 3 00 P.M I 1 4"i pm Chicago Express 3 4o pm 12 Is am Allegheny Mail 5 f»0 '• 7 4"> ]»m Allegheny and New Caatle Accom 5 50 44 • 7 03 44 Chicago Limited 550 44 907 A.M Kane and Bradford Mail 9:55 A.M 2 "»<) P.M Clarion Accommodation 4 0"» P.M 9 •!<» A.M Cleveland and iniicago Express... 6 26 am SUNDAY TRAINS. Allegheny Express .... 805 A.M 9 30A.M Allegheny Accommodation 5 50 P.M 5 (i 3 P.M New Cn«tle Accommodation 8 05 A.M 7 03 44 Chicago Expre&s lit Aecomuiodation 7 03 pm Train arriving at 5.03 p.m. leaves B. & O. depot Pittsburg at 3.25 p.m and P. A W., Allegheny at 3.35 p. m. On Satuidays a train, known a* the theatre train, will leave Bntler at 5.50 p. m., arriving at Allegheny at 7.20; returning leave Allegheny at 11.30 p. m. Pullman sleeping cars on Chicago Express between Pittsburg and Chicago. For through tickets to all points in the west, north west or southwest and information regarding routes, time of traius, etc. apply to \Y\ R. TURNER, Ticket Agent, It. B. REYNOLDS, Sup't, N. I>., Butler, Pa. Butler, Pa. 0. W. BASSETT, G. P. A.. Allegheny. Pn II O DUNKLE, Sup't. \V A L.Div.. Allegheny Pa. PENNSYLVANIA % L A , WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA DIVISION. SctISDULE IN Ekfiht Nor. 20, 1899. SOUTH WEEK DAYS , A.M A.M. A.M. P. M. P. M. BUTLER Leave G 25 H 05 10 50 2 :i5 5 05 Saxonburg Arrive 54 8 :i<> 11 1"» 3 5 28 Butler Junction.. 41 7 27 8 53 11 4o 3 25 5 53 Butler Junction. ..Leave' 7 31 8 5:5 11 52 3 25 5 53 Natrona Arrive 7 40 9 01 12 01 3 :i4 6 02 Tarentum j 7 44 9 07 12 08' 3 42 f» u7 Springdale 7 52 9 16 12 19 3 52 Claremout f9 30 12 38 4 ot'» Sharpsburg 8 11 9 'M 12 48 1 12 632 Allegheny 8 24 9 48 1 02 4 25 6 4 5 |A. M. A.M. P. M. P. M. P. M. SUNDAY TRAINS.—Leave Butler for Allegheny City aud principal intermediate stations at 7:30 a ui., and 5:00 p. m. NORTH. WEEK DAYS A.M. A.M. A.M. P. M. P. M Allegheny City. ..leave 7 00 8 55 10 45j 3 10 0 10 Sharpsburg... 7 121 9 07 10 57 (iaremont .... 11 04 Springdale 11 18; »; :t7 Tarentum 7 :»7j 9 :54 11 2B> 3 4<> fi 40 Natrona 7 41 j 9 :{>» II 31 3 50! 6 51 Butler Junction. ..arrive 7 1> 947 11 43j 3 5. v 700 Butler Junction....leave 7 4>, «j 47 12 1> 4 0< 700 Saxonburg 8 15 10 OJ 12 41 4 35 7 24 BUTLER arrive » 4«» 10 32 1 lo 5 06 7 50 A.M.|A.M. P. M P. M. P. M SUNDAY TRAINS.— Leave Allegheny City fur But ler and princiixil intermediate stations at 7:15 a m. and 9*30 p. m. FOR THE EAST. Weeks Days. Sundays A.M. A.M. P. M. A. M. P M Birruca IT 025 10 50! 2 3;. 730 5 (JO 1 Butler J'ct ar 7 27i1l 40 325 820 550 Butler J'ct lv 71* 11 4.i 3 5.s 821 805 Freeport ar 751 11 4<; 102 825 807 Kiskiminetas J't 44 755 11 50, 407 8 29, 811 Leechburg 44 8 07,12 oj 4 19 841 823 Paul ton (Apollo) " 8 2». 12 2J 440 858 H42 Saltslurg 44 j 8 51! 12 4!» 508 923 909 Blairsville „ 922 120, 541 952 9 4«» Blairsville Int " , 9 30 1 :;:t 5 50 10 00 .. Altooua 44 11 35' 545 j 850 545 . .. Hanisburg ' 4 310 10 o«t 100 lo 00 Philadelphia 44 6 231 425 425 125 P. M.j A. 31.| A. M. A.M. P.M. Through trains for the east leave Pitu>burg (Union Station), as follows: Atlantic Express, daily 2:50 A.M Pennsylvania Limited 44 7:15 " Day Express, " 7:30 " Main Line Express, " 8:00 M Ilanisburg Mail. M ...12:45 P.M PhilaJelphia Express, f ... 4:50 44 Mail and Express daily. For New York only! Through buffet sleeper, no coaches 7:00 44 Eastern Express, 4 ' . 7:lo " Fast Line, « .'.U M) u Pittsburg Limited, daily, with through o-aches to New York, and sleeping cam to New York, Baltimore and Washington only. No extra fare on this train 10:00 44 Philad'a Mail, on.y 8:40 A.M For Atlantic City (via Delaware River Bridge, all rail route), 8:00 A.M, and 8:30 P.M, daily. For detailed information, adilrtss Thos. E. Watt, Pans, Ajjt. Western District, Corner Fifth A venae an,l Smith field Street, Pittsburg, Pa. J B. HUTCHISON, J. R. WOOD, General Mauaeer. Gen'l Paaitr. Auetc Practical Horse Shoers W „L ROBINSON, the Arlington Hotel, where he will .doj Horse-Shoeing in the most approved style. TRACK AND ROAD HOSRES A SPECIALTY. | West Winfidd Hotel, §W.G. LUSK, Prop'r. First Class Table and Lodgings. Gas and Spring Water all through house. TO Good Stabling. Formerly Horse Shoer at the Wick House has opened busi ness in a shop in 'the rear of BUTLER, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 19QO »u; ,w . ; ; »>J I+G • .»»; ; . »»_5 . »•_' . »»/ . »•;. ; **f *,v! #«'*'? ;tt\' • f,» • r«'« • ;«<: i*«* r ;*»•« r * • ;V» • ftVsii* * • ;»• • •,v • V'^ IpEWOH ... „ | ' S £F M (II OLIVB fe <U,IT WIN SCHKEOTER. i 1 uu FAiiMi g ' < f ;t A TALE OF LIFE IN THE v.'" I ★ BOER REPUBLIC. 0 • • •« . .... «tf . 4*.4e..«; »*. .e. j« . #..>£ •>V. ff ..« • ••; • ••; • •<?; •.? •<g • (S; *i : ; ; .%• • • r,> ■A> • e •f»• '• • ;.-• ;'.t • ;7, • rS» • ;<t • ;,t • •5f •»» ? P>'« r« CHAPTER XII. IIE BITES. Bonaparte Blenkias was riding home on the gray mare. He bad ridden out that afternoon partly for the benefit of i his health, partly to maintain his char i aeter as overseer of the farm. As he ! rode on slowly he thoughtfully touched the ears of the gray mare with his whip. "No, Bon, my boy," he addressed himself, "don't propose. You can't marry for four years, on account of the will. Then why propose? Wheedle her, tweedle her, teedle her, but don't let her make sure of you. When a wo man," said Bonaparte, sagely resting his finger against the side of his nose —"when a woman is sure of you, she does what she likes with you, but when she isn't you do what you like with her And I" said Bonaparte. Hero he drew the horse up suddenly and looked. He was now close to the house, and leaning over the pigsty wall, in company with Em, who was showing her the pigs, was a strange female figure. It was the first visitor thai had appeared on the farm since liis arrival, and he looked at her with interest. She was a tall, pudgy girl of 15. weighing 150 pounds, with bag gy, pendulous cheeks and upturned nose. She strikingly resembled Tant' Sannie in form and feature, but her Sleepy good eyes lacked the twinkle that dwelt in the Boer woman's small orbs. She was attired in a bright green print, wore brass rings in her ears and glass beads round her neck and was sucking the tip of her large finger n# she looked at the pigs. "Who is it that has come?" asked Bonaparte when he stood drinking his coffee in the front room. "Why, my niece, to be sure," said '/ant' Sannie, the Hottentot maid translating. "She's tlie only daughter of my only brother I'aul, and she's come to visit me. She'll be a nice mouthful to the man that can get her," added Tant' Sannie. "Her fa ther's got £2,000 in the green wagon box under his bed and a farm and 5,000 sheep and God Almighty knows how many goats and horses. They milk ten cows in midwinter, and the young men are after her like flies about a bowl of milk. She says she means to get married in four months, but she doesn't yet know to whom. It was so with me when 1 was young," said Tant' Sannie. "I've sat up with the young men four and five nights a week, and they will come ridiuf." again as soon as ever they know that the time's up that the Englishman made me agree not to marry in." The Boer woman smirked compla cently. "Where are you coins? t 'j..iist' Sannie presently, seeing that Bo naparte rose. "Ha! I'm just going to the kraals. I'll be ill to supper," said Bonaparte. Nevertheless when he reached his own door he stopped and turned in there. Soon after he stood before the little glass arrayed in his best white shirt with the little tucks and shaving himself. He had on his very best trou sers and had heavily oiled the little fringe at the back of his head, which, however, refused to become darker. But what distressed him most was his nose. It was very red. He rubbed his linger and thumb on the wall and put a little whitewash on it; but, finding it I rather made matters worse, he rubbed It off again. Then he looked carefully into ids owr. eyes. They certainly were a little pulled down at the outer cor ners, which gave them the appearance of looking crosswise, but then they were a nice blue. So he put on his best coat, took up his stick and went out to supper, feeling on the whole well satis fied. "Auut," said Trana to Tant' Sannie when that night they lay together in the great wooden bed, "why does the Englishman sigh so when he looks at me 7" ' "Ha!" said Taut' Sannie, who was half asleep, but suddenly started, wide awake. "It's because he thinks you look like me. I tell you, Trana," said Tant' Sannie, "the man is mad with love of me. I told him the other night I couldn't marry till Em was 1(! or I'd lose all the sheep her father left me. And lie talked about' Jacob work ing seven years and seven years again for his wife, and of course he meant me," said Tant' Sannie pompously. "But he won't get me so easily as ho thinks. He'll have to ask more than once." "Oh!" said Trana, who was a lump ish girl and not much given to talking, but presently she added, "Auut, why does the Englishman always knock against a person when he passes them "That's because you are always in the way," said Tant' Sannie. "But, auut," said Trana presently, "I tbiuk he is very ugly." "Phugli!" said Tant' Sannie. "It's only because we're not accustomed to such noses in this country. In his coun try, he says, all the people have such noses, and the redder your nose is the higher you are. He's of the family of the Queen Victoria, you know," said Tant' Sannie, wakening up with her subject, "and he doesn't think any thing of governors and church elders and such people. They are nothing to him. When his aunt with the dropsy dies, he'll have money enough to buy all the farms in this district!" "Oh!" "said Trana. That certaiuly made a difference. "Yes," said Tant' Sannie, "and he's only 41, though you'd take him to be CO, and he told me last night the real reason of his baldness." Tant' Sannie then proceeded to relate how, at 18 years of sige, Bbnapaite had courted a fair young lady; how a deadly rival, jealous of his verdant locks, his golden flowing hair, had, with a damnable and insinuating de ception, made him a present of a pot of pomatum; how, applying it In the evening, on rising in the morning he found his pillow strewn with the gold en locks and. looking into the glass, beheld the shining and smooth expanse which henceforth he must bear. The few remaining hairs were turned to a silvery whiteness, and the young lady married his rival. "And," said Tant' Sannie solemnly, "if it had uot been for the grace of God and reading of the Psalms, ho says, he would have killed himself. He says he could kill himself quite easily if lie wants to marry a woman and she won't." "A le wereld," said Trana, and then I thc3' went to sleep. « Every one was lost in sleep soon, but from the window of the cabin the , light streamed forth. It came from a t dung tire over which Waldo sat brood ■ ing. Hour after hour he sat there, now [ and again throwing a fresh lump of , i fuel on to the tire, which burned up [ bravely and then sank into a great bed , j of red coals, which reflected tbem j selves In the boy's eyes as he sat there I brooding, brooding, brooding. At last, . j when the fire was blazing at its bright > est, he rose suddenly and walked slow ly to a beam from which an ox "riem" . hung. Loosening it, ho ran a noose in one end and then doubled it round his „ arm. ! "Mine, mine! I have a right," he muttered, and then something louder, t "If I fall and am killed, so much the . better!" He opened the door and went out • into the starlight. . He walked with his eyes bent upon ■ the ground, but overhead It was one i of those brilliant southern nights when every space so small that your hand might cover It shows 50 cold white points, and the Milky Way is a belt of sharp frosted silver. He passed the 1 door wiiere Bonaparte lay dreaming if Trana and her wealth, and he mounted the ladder steps. From those • lie clambered with some difficulty on • to the roof of the house. It was of old ! rotton thatch with a ridge of white [ plaster, and it crumbled away under his feet at every step. He trod as heav • Ily as lie could. So much the better if he fell. He knelt down when he got to the far gable and began to fasten his "riem" to the crumbling bricks. Re low was the little window of the loft. With one end of the "riem" tied round the gable, the other end round his waist, how easy to slide down to it, and to open it through one of the broken panes, and to go in, an£ to fill his arms with books, and to etamber up again! They had burned one book. He would have 20. Every man's hand was against his. His should be against every man's. Xo one would help him. He would help himself. He lifted the black, damp hair from his knit forehead and looked round to cool liis hot face. Then he saw what a regal night it was. lie knelt silently and looked up. A thousand eyes were looking down at him, bright and so cold. There was a laughing irony in them. "So hot, so bitter, so angry! Poor little mortal!" He was ashamed. He folded his arms and sat on the ridge of the roof looking up at them. "So hot, so bitter, so angry!" It was as though a cold hand had tic-e" laid upon his throbbing and slowly they began to fadt and grow dim. Taut' Sannie and tiie burn ed book, Bonaparte and the broken machine, the box in the loft, he him self sitting there—how small they all became, even the grave over yonder! Those stars that shone on up above so quietly, they had seen a thousand such little existences, a thousand such little existences fight just so fiercely, flare up just so brightly and go out, and they, the old, old stars, shone on for ever. "So hot. so angry, poor little soul!" they said. The "riem" slipped from his fingers. He sat with his arms folded looking up. "We," said the stars, "have seen the earth .when it was young. We have seen small tilings creep out upon its surface —small things tliat prayed and loved and cried very loudly and then crept under It again. But we," said the stars, "are as old as the unknown." He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and looked up at them. So long he sat there that bright stars set and new ones rose, and yet he sat on. Then at last he stood _up and began to loosen the "riem" from the gable. What did it matter about the books? The lust and the desire for them had died out. If they pleased to keep them from him, they might. What matter? It was a very little thing. Why hate and struggle and fight? Let it be as it would. He twisted the "riem" round his arm and walked back along the ridge of the house. By this time Bonaparte Blenkins had finished liis dream of Trana, and as he turned himself round for a fresh doze he heard the steps descending the lad der. His first impulse was to draw the blanket over liis head and liis legs under him and to shout; but, recollect ing that the door was locked and xlio window carefully bolted, he allowed his head slowly to crop out among the blankets and listened intently. Who soever it might be, there was no danger of their getting at him, so he clumbered out of bed and, going on tiptoe to the door, applied his eye to the keyhole. There was nothing to be seen; so, walking to the window, he brought his face as close to the glass as his nose would allow. There was a figure just discernible. The lad was not trying to walk softly, and the heavy shuttling of the well known "vel-sehioens" could be clearly heard through the closed window as they crossed the stones in the yard. Bonaparte listened till they had died away round the corner of the wagon house, and, feeling that his bare legs were getting cold, he jumped back Into bed again. ******* "What do you keep up in your loft?" inquired Bona[<irte of the Boer woman the next morning, pointing upward and elucidating his meaning by the addi tion of such Dutch words as he knew, for the lean Hottentot was gone home. "Dried skins," said the Boer woman, "and empty bottles and boxes and sacks and soap." "You don't keep any of your pro visions there—sugar, now?" said Bona parte, pointing to the sugar basin and then up at the loft. Tant' Sannie shook her head. "Only salt and dried peaches." "Dried peaches, eh?" said Bonapsirte. "Shut the door, my dear child, shut it tight," he called out to Em. who stood in the dining room. Then he leaned over the elbow of the sofa and brought his face as close as possible to the Boer woman's and made signs of eating. Then he said something she did not comprehend, then saW, "Waldo, Waldo, "Waldo," pointed up to the loft, and made signs of eating again. Now an inkling of his meaning dawn ed on the Boer woman's mind. To make it clearer lie moved his legs after the manner of one going up a ladder, appeared to bo opening a door, masti- no 1,1 - pca"iies. pi-ju'lifji." and appeared to be coining down the ladder. It was uow evident to Tant' Sannie that Waldo had be on in her loft and •aten her peaches. To exemplify his own share iu the proceedings Bonaparte lay down on Uie sufa aud, shutting his eyes tightly, <aid, "Night, night, night." Then he sat up wildly, appearing to be intently listening, mimicked with his feet the coming down a ladder and looked at Tant' Sannie. This clearly showed how, roused in the night, he had dis covered the theft. '"He must have been a great fool to fat my peaches," said Tant' Sannie. •They are full of mites as a sheepskin Unl as hard as stones." Bonaparte, fumbling in his pocket, lid not even hear her remark and took ;iut from his coattail ft little horsewhip, nicely rolled up. Bonaparte winked at the little rhinoceros horsewhip, at the Boer woman and then at the door. "Shall we call him —Waldo, Waldo?" he said. Taut* Sannie nodded and giggled. There was something so exceedingly humorous In the Idea that he w.-fs go ing to heat the boy, though for her own part she did not see that the peaches were worth it. When the Knffii maid eatne with the washtub, she wes sent to summon Waldo, and Bonaparte doubled up the little whip aud put it in his pocket. Then he drew himself up and prepared to act his important part witli becoming gravity. Soon Waldo stood iu the door aud took off his hat. "Come in, come in, my lad," said Bonaparte, "and shut the door behind." The boy came in and stood before them. "You need not be so afraid, child," said Tant' S;:inie. '"I was a child mv- Bell' once s no great harm if you have taken a few." Bonaparte perceived that her remark was not in keeping with the nature of the proceedings and of the little drama he intended to act. Pursing out his lips and waving ids hand, he solemnly addressed the boy. "Waldo, it grieves me beyond expres sion to have to summon you for so painful a purpose, but it is at the im perative call of duty, which I dare not evade. I do not state that frank and unreserved confession will obviate the necessity of chastisement, which, if requisite, shall IK" fully administered; but the nature of that chastisement may be mitigated by free and humble confession. Waldo, answer me as you would your own father, in whose place I now stand to you. Have yon or have you not, did you or did you not, eat of the peaches in the loft?" "Say you took them, boy, say you took them. Then he won't beat you much," said the Dutchwoman good naturedly, getting a little sorry for him. The boy raised his eyes slowly and fixed them vacantly upon her. Then suddenly his face grew dark with blood. "So you haven't got anything to say to us, my lad?" said Bonaparte, mo mentarily forgetting his dignity and bending forward with a little snarl. "But what I mean is just this, my lad —when it takes a boy three-quarters of an hour to fill a salt pot and when at 3 o'clock in the morning he goes knock ing about the doors of a loft it's nat ural iu suppoEirtnPTe r s~rulseiiier 1 n it. It's certain there is mischief in it, and where there's mischief iu it must be taken out," said Bonaparte, grinning into the boy's face. Then, feeling that he had fallen from that high gravity which was as spice to the pudding and the flavor of the whole little tragedy, he drew himself up. "Waldo," he said, "confess to me instantly and without reserve that you eat the peaches." Tl.e boy's face was white now. His eyes were on the ground, his hands doggedly clasped before him. "What? You do not intend to an swer?" The boy looked up at them once from under his bent eyebrows and then looked down again. "The creature looks as if all the devils in hell were in it," cried Taut* Sannie. "Say you took them, boy. Young things will be young things. 1 was older than you when I used to eat 'bultong' in my mother's loft and get the little niggers whipped for it. Say you took them." But the boy said nothing. "I think a little solitary confinement might perhaps be beneficial," said Bonaparte. "It will enable you, Wal do, to reflect on the enormity of the sin you have committed against our Fa ther in heaven, and you may also think of the submission you owe to those who are older and wiser than you are and whose duty it is to check and cor rect you." Saying this, Bonaparte stood up and took down the key of the fuel house, which hung on a nail against the wall. "Walk on, my boy," said Bonaparte, pointing to the door, and as he follow ed him out lie drew his mouth express ively on one side and made the lash of the little horsewhip stick out of his pocket and shake up and down. Taut' Sannie felt half sorry for the lad, but she could not help laughing. It was always so funny when one was going to have a whipping, and it would do him good. Anyhow he would for get all about it when the places were healed. Had not she been beaten many times and been all the better for It? Bonaparte took up a lighted candle that had been left burning on the kitchen table and told the boy to walk before him. They went to the fuel house. It was a little stone erection that jutted out from the side of th« wagon house. It was low and without a window, and the dried dung was piled in one corner, and the coffee mill stood in another, fastened on the top of a short post about three feet high. Bonaparte took the padlock off the rough door. "Walk in, my lad," he said. Waldo obeyed sullenly. v One place to him was much the samo as another. He had no objection to being locked tip. Bonaparte followed him In and closed the door carefully, ne put the light down on the heap of dung In the corner and quietly introduced his hand uuder his eoattalis and drew slowly from his pocket the end of a rope, which he con cealed behind him. "I'm very sorry, exceedingly sorry, Waldo, my lad, that you should have acted in this manner. It grieves me," said Bonaparte. He moved round toward the boy's back. He hardly liked the look in the fellow's eyes, though he stood there motionless. If he should spring on him! So he drew the rope out very care fully and shifted round to the wooden post. There was a slipknot in one end of the rope, and a sudden movement drew the boy's bands to his back and passed it round them. It was an in stant's work to drag it twice round the wooden post. Then Bonaparte was safe. For a moment the boy struggled to free himself. Then he knew that lie was powerless and stood still. "Horses that kick must have their legs tied," said Bonaparte as he passed the other end of the rope roa»id the boy's knoes. "And now, tnjj dear Wal- do," taking the whip out of his pocket, "I am goinp to beat you." lie paused for a moment. It was perfectly quiet. They could hear each other's breath. " 'Chasten thy sou while there is hope,' " said Bonaparte, " 'and let not thy soul spare for his crying.' Those are God's words. I shall act as a fa ther to you, Waldo. I think we had better have your naked back." lie took out his penknife and slit the shirt down from the shoulder to the waist. "Xow," said Bonaparte, "I hope the Lord will bless and sanctify to you what I am going to do to you." The first cut ran from the shoulder across the middle of the back. The second fell exactly in the same place. A shudder passed through the boy's frame. '•Nice, eh?" said Bonaparte, peeping round into his face, speaking with a lisp, as though to a very little child. "Xith, eh?" But the eyes were black and luster less and seemed not to see him. When he had given 10, Bonaparte paused in his work to wipe a little drop of blood from his whip. "Cold, eh? What makes you shiver so? Perhaps you would like to pull up your shirt? But I've not quite done yet." When he had finished, he wiped the whip again and put it back In his pocket. lie cut the rope through with his penknife and then took up the light. "You don't seem to have found your tongue yet. Forgotten how to cry?" said Bonaparte, patting him on the cheek. The boy looked up at him, not sul lenly, not angrily. There was a wild, fitful terror in the eyes. Bonaparte made haste to go out and shut the door and leave him alone in the darkness, lie himself was afraid of that look. It was almost morning. Waldo lay with his face upon the ground at the foot of the fuel heap. There was a round hole near the top of the door where a knot of wood had fallen out, and a stream of gray light came in through it. Ah, it was going to end at last! Noth ing lasts forever, not even the night. How was it he had never thought of that before? For In all that long dark night he had been very strong, had never been tired, never felt pain, had run on and on, up and down, up and down. He had not dared to stand still, and he had not known It would end. He had been so strong that when he struck his head with all his force upon the stone wall it did not stun him nor pain him, only made him laugh. That was a dreadful night. When he clasp ed his hands frantically and prayed, "O God, my beautiful God, my sweet God, once, only once, let me feel you near me toniglit!" he could not feel him. ne prayed aloud, very loud, and he got no answer. When he listened, it was all quite quiet, like when the priests of Baal cried aloud to their god, "O Baal, hear us; O Baal, hear us!" but Baal was gone a-hunting. That was a long, wild night, and wild thoughts came and went In It; but they left their marks behind them forever; for, as years cannot pass without 'leaving their traces behind them, nei ther can nights into which are forced the thoughts and sufferings of years. And now the dawn was coming, and at last he was very tired. He shivered and tried to draw the shirt up over his shoulders. They were getting stiff. He had never known they were cut in the night. He looked up at the white light that came in through the hole at the top of the door and shuddered. Then he turned his face back to the ground and slept again. Some hours later Bonaparte came to ward the fuel house with a lump of bread in his hand. He opened the door nnd peered In, then entered and touch ed the fellow with his boot Seeing that he breathed heavily, though he did not rouse, Bonaparte threw the bread flown on the ground. He was alive. That was one thing. He bent over him and carefully scratched open one of the cuts with the nail of his fore finger, examining with much interest his last nlglit's work. He would have to count his sheep himself that day. The boy was literally cut up. He lock ed the door and went away again. "Oh, Lyndall," said Em, entering the dining room and bathed in tears that afternoon, "I have been begging Bona parte to let him out, and he won't." "The more you beg the more he will not," said Lyndall. She was cutting out aprons on the table. "Oh, but it's late, and I think they want to kill him," said Em, weeping bitterly; and, finding that no more con solation was to be gained from her Cousin, she went off blubbering, "I wonder you can cut out aprons when Waldo Is shut up like that." For ten minutes after she was gone Lyndall worked on quietly. Then she folded up her stuff, rolled it tightly to' gether and stood before the closed dooH of the sitting room with her hands closely clasped. A flush rose to her face. She opened the door quickly, walked in and went to the nail on which the key of the fuel room hung. Bonaparte and Tant' Sannie sat there and saw her. "What do you want?" they asked to gether. "This key," she said, holding it up and looking at them. "Do you mean her to have it?" said Tant' Sannie in Dutch. "Why don't you stop her?" asked Bonaparte ia English. "Why don't you take it from her?" said Tant' Sannie. So tliey looked at each other, talking, while Lyndall walked to the fuel house with the key, her underlip bitten in. "Waldo," she said as she helped liim to stand up and twisted his aria about her waist is blai, "we will not be children always. We shall have the power, too, some day." She kissed his naked shoulder with her soft little mouth. It was all the comfort her young soul could give him. [TO EE CONTINUED.] Hon n Man Think* lie Look». /o r 0 1 0 0 °/J ° O°f r a ° 1 The first time he wears a fancy vest Kultlmnri. tjuralll _ TILE DRAINAGE. rims of ft Fftrmrr Who Finds la It Many and Lsstlns Ucnefta. Some farmers appear to think the on ly gain from underdraining is that the soil is dry enough to work sooner after hard rains and will yield better crops when the season is wet. But this is by no means all the benefit, according to an Ohio Farmer correspondent who Is an enthusiastic advocate of tile drain age. He names and comments ujKjn the following additional reasons for his faith: First, a better yield In dry seasons; second, it is easier to keep the ground clear of weeds; third, vegetables, jjrass, etc., are made more palatable; fourth, wheat and clover do not heave out so much by freezlug and thawiug; fifth, the soil does not wash so much; sixth, it makes the soil more fertile. To say that dltchlug prevents dam age by drought may seem strange to those who have never tried underdrain ing their land, but those who have tried it know tl\#t the crops over and near a tile ditch are better a dry season than where no tile art used. The droughts that do the most damage are those where a dry summer and fall follow an open winter and a wet spring. This is caused by the wet weather In the spring making the soil run together and- becoming compact When dry weather follows, it is more injurious than if the soil Is loose, as it generally is over and near a tile ditch. As to the second reason—lt Is easier to get rid of weeds—a little observation will prove it to be correct. It is in the wet spots in the wheatfields where the wheat is killed by the water that the dock, ragweed, chess and other pests are the worst. It Is the same way in the cornfield and potato patch. The low, wet places are generally the most difficult to keep clean. The third advantage Is that the prod nets of well drained land are more pal atable than those grown on wet land. The same variety of potatoes planted In different soils will produce potatoes of dissimilar qualities. Those grown on well drained land will cook dry and mealy, while those grown in a wet, heavy, clay soil will be of an inferior quality and will be soggy when cooked. The fourth advantage claimed—that wheat and clover are not injured so much by the ground's freezing and thawing— does not need explaining. As to the fifth claim—that the soil does not wash so much—l am not quite so positive as I am about the others. The loose soil over a tile ditch will wash easily If the tile does not have the capacity to carry all the water that runs to it. As to the last claim—that it makes the soil more fertile. I mean by this that it not only makes the land more productive, but that It adds fertilizing elements to the soil the same as we do when we cover the ground with ma nure or fertilizers. Some may inquire when these elements are applied. The answer is, every day in the year and by the water and air that pass through the soil. While a heavy coat of stable manure may make better crops for six, eight or ten years and an application of com mercial fertilizer will show for several years, if they are not renewed the soil will not show any sntn rrom them aft er a time, but the tile ditch, like "a thing of beauty," is "a joy forever." The Ben Davis Apple. "The Ben Davis apple in many ways has given pleasure to thousands and brought dollars to hundreds, but no BEN DAVIS APPLE. one knows who Ben Davis was or where he lived or died. All that Is known of Its history Is that It caine Into favor with orchard planters in the southwest, apd the name traveled with the tree. In the markets of Phil adelphia there are probably more of this variety offered for sale during De cember and January than any other. Its ruddy cheeks on a pale yellow ground arc tempting, and its eating qualities are by no means poor, yet it could not be classed as specially fine, but as an all round good variety it has popular points. And then it is a good tree for the marketman in this, that it does not take as many years to come into bearing as some kinds, like the Northern Spy, for Instance, and is a regular yearly bearer, not requiring the resting spells that some demand, and seems to be no favorite with apple dis eases that feast on other kinds. Alto gether it is a safe variety to plant." So Meehan's Monthly sums up this much discussed fruit in connection with the illustration here given. The Other Side of Broom Corn. As the phenomenal price of broom corn will attract many to enter Into this industry, it may be well to recall some of the less roseate facts about it. For instance, that it Is a crop requiring special knowledge and tools, is trou blesome and expensive to harvest and thrash, precarious because quickly damaged by unfavorable weather and at times very low in price. Snre of a Front Sent. "What are you going to be, Fritz, when you're a man?'' "A policeman!" "Why a policeman?" "So that I can drive the other people away when there's anything interest ing to see on the street!"—Buicorls tlsche Blatter. 1 N0.17 The Hair In the Watch. Superfluous hirsute adornments are unpopular with women, especially when they take the form of Incipient mustaches. Men. as a rule, are not so sensitive, but a hairy Individual, who must have been a lineal descendant of Esau, inasmuch as he actually had whiskers growing out of his ears, had * rather harrowing experience in a fashionable Chestnut street jewelry, store. He wanted to buy a watch, the best In the place, and a very elaborate timepiece was shown to him by the salesman. It was said to be an ex cellent timekeeper. "We have had It in stock for quite awhile," explained the salesman, "and can guarantee that it won't vary a fraction of a second. We've uevcr allowed It to run down." The prospective purchaser, who look ed like a prosperous mine owner from the west, had beeu examining the works and casually placed the watch to his ear. "Never run down, hey?" he ejaculated. "Why, it's stopped now." "That's very strange," said the sales man. The man again placed the watch to his ear to make sure, and then the truth became apparent. The hair which protruded from his ear had iitruded !nto the works and stopped the Celicate mechanism. The salesman didn't like to explain matters, and his delicacy cost him the sale of the watch.—Phila delphia Record. Cnnaea For Snlclde In Chins. So far as I have been able to ascer tain. the causes of suicide in China are not, as in Europe, profound melan cholia, heavy losses or disappointment in love, but chiefly revenge and the de sire to Inflict serious Injury on another. Suicide enables a Chinese to take a truly terrible revenge, for he believes that his spirit will malignantly haunt and injure the living, and the desire to save a suicide's life arises in most cases not from humanity, but from the hope of averting such a direful catastrophe. If a master offends his servant or makes him "lose face" or a shopkeeper his assistant or apprentice, the surest revenge Is to die on the premises, for It not only involves the power of haunt ing and of inflicting daily Injuries, but renders It necessary that the body should lie where death occurs until an official inquiry is made, which brings into the house the scandal and turmoil of a visit from a mandarin with a body of officials and retainers. It Is quite common for a man or wo man to walk into the courtyard of a person against whom he or she has a grudge and take a fatal dose of opium there to Insure these desirable results! —Mrs. Bishop's "The Yangtse Valley and Beyond." A. Perfect Fit. A young fellow on the South Side has a negro valet, an old fashioned south ern darky. "Here, Jeff, I want those trousers cleaned and pressed today," he said, pointing to a rather loud strip ed garment that Jeff had long had his eyes on. "All right, sah," said Jeff, with a sigh. Next morning Jeff brought the trou sers back, with a big grease spot still prominent on one knee. "Can't you get that spot out?" said the owner of the trousers. "No, sah." "Did you try turpentine?" "Fo* de Lawd, I done sacchuratod 'em wld turpentine." "Did you try coal oil?" "Yes, sah; po'ed a quart ob lie on 'em." "Did you try a hot iron?" "Puty nigh bu'nt 'em up!" "Did you try benzine?" "Done tried benzine an kerosene, an all the other zines, an 'tain't tech dat grease spot." "Well, did you try 'em on?" Queried the master, with a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, sah." replied Jeff, with alacrity, "an dey's a puffect fit, grease spot an all, sah."—Chicago Inter Ocean. Did a Wholesale BnilnMf. An Englishman hailing from the north went into the Chatham hotel, In Paris, recently and cautiously asked the price of a whisky. "One franc, sir," replied the bar tender. "And a whisky and soda?" "One franc, sir. All drinks are the Bame price." The Englishman sat down and, to hie astonishment, found that the placo was run on American lines and that the customers helped themselves at their own discretion. He punished that bottle of whisky till It was nt r ly empty. As he went out he paid down his frlfnc, but the manager call ed him back and said, "You have for gotten your change." "J thought that the drink was a franc?" "That Is so, sir," was the reply. "That is the retail price, but there Is a reduction when you buy wholesale." And he handed back 5 sous.—London Chronicle. A Valnable Face. Jewett —Cutter has a terribly cadav erous appearance. He Is not possessed of what would be classed a full counte nance. Morton—On the contary, his Is a reg ular hatchet face. But then he Isn't tsliamcd of that. He rather prides bimself upon It and for good reason. A lasso was thrown over his head by a cowboy out on the plains, but his face was so sharp that it cut the rope and so saved his life. —Boston Tran script Of Course. Sadie wac 11 and Alice was T. At lunch Sadie said: "I wonder what part of an animal a chop Is. Is It a leg?" "Of course not," returned Alice. "It's the jaw bone. Haven't you ever heard of animals licking their chops?"— Youth's Companion. Chinese artists cannot paint an ani mal without making a caricature, whereas their flower pictures are not only true to life In form and color, but show a luring study of detail. The FOK Horn. "Yes," said she, "we had a lovely, trip across. George was so attentive and explained everything to me." "Wasn't it foggy up around New foundland?" asked her best friend. "Oh, yes, we struck the fog there, and while we were in It we heard a weird, roaring noise every now and then. It scared me at first until George told me It was just the bark of the ocean greyhound."—Philadelphia Press. Whnt the Censorship Shows. "I wish I could get more definite news from the Transvaal." "Oh, well, we can gauge what's hap pening pretty well by the censorship." "How?" "The stricter the censorship the more unfavorable the situation, from aa English point of view."— Chicago Post. Woiiinit's Fault, of CQBMtI She—Tell me, Frank, do you think a man is justified In telling falseboodi In order to gain a woman's consent toi marriage? He—Do you suppose If he told the truth only and fully a man would ever find favor in the eyes of any WQm&A ?*■» Boston Transcript
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