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
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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 ?*■»
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