VOL xxxvii
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, $1,51.25
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 bcx 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 ta.i and black, lace or but-; $3 50. $4 and ss,that vou must
ton kid shoes, sizes 11 Ato2, at have to be well dressed; shoes
75c, sl, $1.25 and $1.50; 8.3 that go into the very best soci
to 11, at 50c, 75, $1 and $1.25; ety and fee! at home there.
6 to 8 at 40c, 50c, 75c and si. 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.j to SA, at 90c, Si.OO, $1.25, toe at $1 50. $2 and $2.50; ir.
$1.50 and $2.00. fine satins for dress at SI.OO,
$1.25 and
We are sole agents for the famous "Queen Quality" Shoes
for Women, of this city,
B. C. HUSELTON'S,
Butler'* LfiiidlnK Shoe flouse. Opposite Hotel Lwry.
BICKEL'S
AND SUMMER STYLES.%
The time of "the year is here when yoj want a nice pair of dress
shoes for summer wear. Our stuck is extrcmly large, showing all
the latest styles in fine shoes and oxfords in all leathers.
We are offering some big values in footwear and it will pay you
to sec us before buying your summer shoes.
A FEW OF OUR PRICES
Men's Fine Tan Shoes— 1 »>()
Light shade, Lace or Congress at.. 'W
Boy's Fme Dress Shoes— fIA
Box, Calf or line Vici Kid, light or heavy soles.. ™ 1 *
Youth's Fine Calf or Vici Kid Shoes— Q/)
Either Russett or Black at..
Ladies' Fine Dongola and Russett Shoes 4J.I
Lace or Congress, latest styles lasts at.. •"* '
Misses' Fine Dongola and Russett Shoes— (» (4
Spring heels at..
Children's Fine Shoes
I'atent Tipped, sizes five to eight at..
Men's and Boy's Lawn Tennis Shoes— l(
And Slippers at..
Your Choice of Men's Working Shoes— i | n n
Lace, Buckle or Congress, heavy soles and good uppers at ™ '
Men's Fine Calf Dress Shoes— &1 (')()
Round toe, tipped at.. ™
Ladies' Fine Dongola Three Point Slippers - 35(*
We invite you to call and see our stock of SOROSIS SHOES
and Oxfords,the latest styles for summer wear. They are very hand
some You will like them.
All sizes—2\ to 8.
All widths—AAA to E.
JOHN BICKEL,
128 SOUTH MAIN STRKET, - - BUTLER, PA
Spring STYLES it, fyw
"3 t Men don't buy clothing for the pur-f?." Itil 1 i/ I
A tpose or spending money. They I Ju if
7no get the best jHjssib'.e results for thcTjJ f •'i
7 Cmoncy expended. Not cheap goodsTK" / ili'l / jfiv I
A jtbut goods as clieip as they can
7 T*ol<l for ;nd made up properly. UX
V fcyou want the correct thing at the LA 1 ,
street price, call and examine 1 \ i 1 1
X 'largest:** of SPRING WEIGHTS—?T; I '''! ,
•J rLATEST STYLES, SHADES' F l /
! j f
Fits and Workmanship , | 1 .1
x Guaranteed. /
G F. KGCK,
42 North Main Street, Butler, Pa
Out of Style. Out of the World!
V,yV r f| A Our garments have a style that is
* !| t easily distinguished from the ordin
. ary. They are the result of careful
~study and practical application'ofthe
ideas gathered by frequent visits to
1 fhe fashion centres, and by personal
contact with the leading tailor:; and
J) " A fashion authorities of the county.
® '*W They are made in our own work
w shop by the highest paid journey—
lli 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 < heapest and would
.be grateful for the opportunity to show you our handsonr.e spring
stock and give you prices to prove them.
/ % \ MAKER OF
1 MEN'S Clothes
When You Paint.
If you de<n'r«* the very bot re- f l
subs a the least expense you /'i
u ill use 'j4T
kVVIX WILLIAMS'
1 Covers Mont, IjOokn Wear* Ijonj<eHt
by
REDICK & GROHMAN,
109 N. Main St., Hutler, Pa
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
ThonnaniU are Trying It.
In order to proTe the great merit of
Ely's Cream IJaliu. the mo-t effect ire cure
for Catarrh and Cold in H ad, we have pre
pared a generous trial size for 10 cents.
Got it of your druggist or send 10 cents to
ELY BROS., 50 Warren St., Y. City.
I suffered from catarrh of the worst kind
ever since a boy. and I never hojy-d for
cure, but Ely's Cream lialm seems ■ o do
even that. Many acquaintances bar. us .1
it with excellent results. —Oscar Outrum,
43 Warren Ave., Chicago, 111.
Ely's Cream Calm is the acknowledged
ecr<j"for catarrh and contains 110 cocaine,
mercury nor any injurious drug. Pr: e,
60 ceuts At druggists or by luuil.
RAILROAD TIME TABLES.
p UFFALO, ROCHESTER &
•° ' PITTSBURG RY. The
I new trunk line between Pittsburg.
Butler, Bradford, Rochester and
Buflc-.10.
On and after Jan. 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, Pnnxsutawney, Dn-
Bois. Kidgway, Bradford, Buffalo
and Rochester.
"i:22 p.m. Accommodation, week days
only, Craigsville, Dayton. Punxsu
i tawney, Dußios, Falls Creek,
Cnrwensville. Clearfield and inter
mediate stations
0:45 a.m. Week days only; mixed train
for Craigsville, Dayton, Punxsn
tawney and intermediate points
This train leaves Punxsntawney at
1:00 p.m. arriving at Butler 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 i at 2 cents per mile.
For tickets, time tables and fnrthei
information call on or address,
W. R. TURNER, Agt.
Butler, Pa., or
EDWARD C. LAPEY.
(ien'l Pass. Agent.
Rochester, N. Y.
I*., Bessemer & L E.
Trains depart: No 14, at 9:15 A. 11;
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 throngh 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
throngh 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.
pITTSBUKG & WESTERN
Railway. Schedule of i'as
frngcr Trains in effect Nov. 19,
1899. BUTLER TIME.
I)o|»art. Arrive.
.tlifglieujr A'omini «<Utiii(j r, 25 a.m 'J 07 am
Kxprc«w 8 <>."> " 'J .'JO "
New (buttle AiCouuiKxlatiou Ho.'» " 9 07 u
Akron Moil 8 0"> a m 7 03 p m
AIJ.-K'lHfiiy VnHt Kxpreen 0 6R " 12 1H 41
Al!«*fehuuy Kxpret* iW) p.m 4 4*» pm
Chicago Kxpretw 3 40 pin 12 1H am
Ail<Kh<*uj Mail 1 '•*) " 7 I'# pin
All«*gheiiv ami New Cuttio Acoom •> " 7 <»:; "
('lticaK* Limite«l /» . r »«) u 9 <l7 A.M
Kane aii<l Uranlfur*! Mail !#:55 a.m 2 I' M
Clarion Accomnuxlatkin 4 f.tt ') 40 a m
(-'level*iid and Chicago Kxpn-««... »i 26 am
SUNDAY TRAINS.
Allegheny Kxpreen 8 or» a.ai f# 34)A.M
Allegheny A< coin modal lo;. f> *,<) f.m 5 <•:'» p.m
New Ca*tln Ac< omtnolation 8 <»."» a.m 7 if>l "
r'fiicago Kxprewi 340 p.m SIW am
Allegheny Accomni'jilatioo 7 03 pm
Train arriving at 5X*3 p.m. !-aven li. it <»
I'ittMhurg at > p.m and J*. A W., Allegheny at 3J15
p. in.
On Satuidayi a traiu, known ax the theatre train,
will leavfi Butler at .O.flO p. m., arriving at Allegheny
at returning leave Allegheny at 11.30 p. m.
Pnl I man sleeping cam on <lilcago Kx|irt«* between
I'ittrthurg and Chicago.
For throng 11 ticket* t-> all pointu in the went, north
went or Mouth wont and information regarding route«,
time of traiiiN, eU . apply to
W. K. TURNKII, Ticket Agent,
K. B. IthYNoLDM, Kup't, N. I>., Hutler, l»a.
Butler, I'a. O. W. RAK.SKTT,
(i. P. A.. Allegheny, Pa
II O Dt'NKI.K,
Hup't. W AL. Div.. Allegheny I'a.
PENNSYLVANIA
WFSTEkN PENNSYLVANIA DIVISION.
iii ocLK in Rrrtujt Nov. 20, 18ftfi
SOUTH. WKEK I>AY.H ,
A. M A. M. A. M P. M P. M
BUTLEB Leave L 26 H 05 10 M> z :s.', U ofi
Haxonhnrg Arrive 6(A 8 :H) !I 15 00 628
IJntler Junction.. " 7 27 rt U II 40 :i 25 6 6li
Hutler Junction. ..Leave! 7 :J1 Ms3l| 5i \25 5 U.\
Natrona Arrive 7 4<» 'J 01 12 Ol '.I '.'A ft iri
Tarentum. . (7 41 907 12 08 3 42 ft u7
hpring<lale 7 62 'J Ift 12 3 62 ....
Clarecnont.. ! R# '.o 1- 3H 4 WJ
Hhar]w!iurg H I! '» 3ft 12 4H 1 \£ ft 32
Allegheny H 24 9 4h \ \ri 4 X* ft 43
A. M. A.M. P. M P. M P. M.
Ht'NDAY TKAINH.— Leave Butler for Allegheny
City and principal Intermediate Mtatioua at a tu.,
nnd 5:<)0 p. tn.
NORTH. WKKK I>AYH
A. M A. M. A. M. P. M P. M
Allegheny CJty . ..leave 700 h 55 10 46 3 lo ft 10
SliarjiHhurg. 7 1- 9 07 10 57
hpriiiK'hile 11 li <, .17
Tarentum 7 :;7 9 ;1 II um 4ft «» 4ft
Natrona 7 41 u 3* II 31 ;; 50 ft 61
Butler Junction. .arriv« 7 4- 947 II l ; :i 5e 7 ot»
liutier Junction.. . .leave 7 \t 47 12 I- 4 Oft 7 00
.Saxouleirg 8 15 10 09 12 41 4 35 7 24
BUTLEB .. .arrive 8 4o 10 32 1 lo fi 06 7 50
A. M A.M. P. 51 P. ffl.j P. M
HUM DAY TRAINS.— Leave Allegheny < ity for But
ler ami priuci|*nl intermediate Mtationx at 7:16 a m. and
9 IVJ p at.
roB THE EAST.
Week* I>a\<e HundaVn
A. fo A. M I' M. A. M. I' M
Bi Tl.eh. 1» ft 26 10 U* 236 730 6 (J0
Butler J'ct ar 7 27' 11 4o 326 H i'l 5 s<»
Butler J'ct Iv 74h 11 4.1 :i 5H m 'i\ m 0.5
Freejiort ar 7 51 II 4ft 1 (rj 825 HO7
Kinkiminetan Jt " 765 || AO 407 829 n II
Paulton (Apollo) " 8 2ft 12 44 d H6M v>
Sell.! nr C •• hsl 12 4'» 6oh u%\ uO9
Blairnvilh- „ 922 I 2o 641 9 6'i U4O
HlairNville lut " 9 :jo | 660 lo oo ...
Altooua M 11 35 545 HSO 545
HariiMl.urg *' :i KijlO Oo I i*» 10 00
P. M.J A. M. iA. M. A. M. P M
Through trainM fcr the eioit leave Pitt>l<urg (Union
Station ), an follow*-
Atlantic Kxprewi, daily 2.50 a.m
PentiMylTaiiia Liiuit7<l " 7:16 44
l»ay Ktplena, u 7:.'i<i M
Main Line K<cpr««M, 44 8;00 44
Mail. 44 12*46 f.M
Philadelphia Lxprtwa, ' .1:50"
Mail and Kxpre H « dally. For New York only.
Through l> uffet Mleep«r; no coat ten 7.'Hi ••
KaMteru KxpreMM, ' 7:10 44
Kant Line, • .8 30 "
PittMhurg Limits!, daily, with tlirough com he«
to N'. w York, ami-le. |,itijc «;m»t to r< w York,
Baltimore and Wanhiugtou only. No extra
fare on thlM train 10:00 ,4
1 hllad'a Mail, Sundat * oiuy H. 40 a.m
Vnr Atlantic City (via Ik- da ware River Bridge, all
rail route), 8;00 A M, and * Hi P.M, daily
For detailed Information, addremi Th«ai. K. Watt, Paw.
Agt. Wcfltern Corner Fifth Avenue and Smith
fti ld Stre. t, PittMhurg, Pa.
J B, lll 'l'Cll ISON, I. R >\ or»I>
ieueral Manager. <ien*' " wMr. Arietg
Practical Hoj'se Shoers
W .L ROBINSON.
Formerly Horse Sliocr sit the
W:ck House has opened huni
tu-ss in a shop in the n-ar of
the Arlington Hotel, where
he will do* Horse-Shoeing in
the most a))prove<l style.
TRACK ANU ROAD HOSRES
A SPECIALTY.
| West Winficld Hotel,
w W.G. L.USK, Prop'r.
§l'irst Class Table ami Lodgings,
(ill and Spring Water all through
house.
CiixxlStahling.
BUTLKR PA., THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1000
» •!?. ; *£'• ; yj . .ie. e;. £; g. ; "/ ••V?; • **-
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A TALE OF LIFE IN THE
ir BOER REPUBLIC.
T.
Then a new time.
Before us there were three courses
possible—to go mad, to die, to sleep.
We take the last course, or uature
takes it for us.
All things take rest In sleep. The
beasts, birds, the very flowers, close
their eyes, aud the streams are stiil in
winter. All things take rest. Then
why not the human reason also? So
the questioning devil in us drops
asleep, and in that sleep a beautiful
dream rises for us. Though you hear
all the dreams of men, you will hardly
find a prettier one than ours. It ran so:
In the center of all things is a
Mighty Heart, which, having begotten
all things. loves them, and, having
born them Into life, beats with great
throbs of love toward them. No death
for his dear insects, no hell for his dear
men, no burning up for his dear world,
his own, own world that he has made.
In the end all will be beautiful. Do
not ask us how v>p make our dream
tally with facts. The plory of a dream
Is this—that It despises facts and
makes its own. Our dream saves us
from going mad. That is enough.
Its [(eculiar point of sweetness lay
here. When the Mighty Heart's yearn
ing of love became too great for other
expression It shaped itself into the
sweet Rose of heaven, the beloved Man
god.
Jesus, you Jesus of our dream, how
we loved yon! No I.ilile tells of you as
we knew y..u. Your sweet hands held
ours fast. Your sweet voice said al
ways "I am here, my loved one, not
far off. I'ut your arms about me and
hold fast."
We find him in everything in those
days. When the little weary lamb we
drive home dr:::r- its feet, we seize on
It and carry il with its head against
our face Ills little lamb! We feel we
have got him.
When the drunken Katlir lies by the
road in the sun. we draw his blanket
over his head and Jutt green branches
of milk bush on it. His Kaffir -why
should ilie sun hurt him?
In the evening, when the clouds lift
themselves like gates and the red
lights shine through them, we cry; for
in such glory he will come, and the
hands that ache to touch him will hold
him. and we shrill see the beautiful
hair and eyes of our (Sod. "Lift up
your heads, ye gates, and be ye lifted
up. ye everlasting doors, and our King
of glory shall come in!"
The purple flowers, the little purple
flowers, are his eyes, looking at us. We
kiss them aud kneel alone on the flat,
rejoicing over them. And the wilder
ness aud the solitary place shall be
glad for him. and the desert shall re
Joiee and blc som as a rose.
If ever In our tearful, joyful ecstasy
the poor sleepy, half dead devil should
rait-e his head. Ave laugh at him. It is
not his hour now.
"If there should be a hell, after all!'*
he mutters. "If your God should be
•ruel! If there should lie no God! If
yoti should find out it is ail imagina
tion! Ir-
We laugh at him. When a man sits
In the warm sunshine, do you ask him
for proof of it? He feels; that Is all.
And we feel; that is all. We want uo
proof of our God. We feel, we feel!
We do not believe in our God because
the Bible tells us of him. We believe
in the Bible because he tells us of it.
We feel him, we feel him, we feel; that
Is all. And the poor half swamped
devil mutters:
"But If the day should come when
you do not feel?"
And we laugh and cry him down.
"It will never come never!" And
the poor devil slinks to sleep again
with Ills tail between Ids legs. Fierce
assertion many times repeated is hard
to stand against. Only time separates
the truth from the lie. So we dream
One day we go with oir father to
town, to church. The t; v. nspcople rus
tle In tiieh silks and t•_»«• men in their
sleek cloth and settle themselves In
their pews, and the light shines in
through the wludows on the artificial
flowers iu the women's bonnets. We
have the same miserable feeling that
we have In a shop where all the clerks
are very smart. We wish our father
hadn't brought us to town and we
were out on the "karroo." Then the
man in the pulpit begins to preach.
Ills text Is, "lie that belleveth not
shall be damned."
The day before the magistrate's
clerk, who was an atheist, has died in
the street, struck by lightning.
The man in the pulpit mentions no
name, but. he talks of "the hand of
God made visible among us." He tells
us how, when the white stroke fell,
quivering and naked, tin* soul lied, rob
bed of his earthly filament, and lay at
the footstool of God; how over Its head
lias been poured out the wrath of the
Mighty One, whose existence It has
dented, and, quivering and terrified,
It has fled to the everlasting shade.
We, as we listen, half start up. Ev
ery drop of blood In our bcOy hou rush
ed to our head. He lies, he ftes, he
lies! That man iu the pulpit lies! Will
no one stop him? Have none of them
heard, do none of them know, that
when the poor dark soul shut Its eyes
on earth It opened them In the still
light of heaven; that there Is no wrath
where God's face Is; that If one could
once creep to the footstool of God there
Is everlasting peace there, like the
fresh stillness of the early morning?
While the atheist lay wondering and
afraid God bent down and said: "My
child, here I am I, whom you have
not known; I, whom you have not be
lieved In. I am here. I sent my mes
senger, the white sheet lightning, to
'•all you home. I am here."
Then the poor soul turned to the light.
Its weakness and pain were gone for
ever.
Have they not known, have they not
heard, who It Is rules?
"For a little moment have 1 hidden
my face from thee, but with everlast
ing kindness will I have mercy upon
thee, saltli the Lord thy Redeemer."
We mutter on to our elves till some
one pulls us violently by the arm to re
mind us we are Iu church. We see
nothing but our own Ideas.
Pre ently every one turns to pray.
There are mm souls lining themselves
to the Everlasting Light.
Itehlml iim «li iv.<i pretty ladles. Oue )
IIIIIHIM her went bottle softly to the i
other, nuil n mother pulls down her '
llllle girl's frock. One laily drops her
handkerchief. A gentleman picks it up. !
Hlie blushes. The women in the eholr )
turn softly the leaves of their tune- l
hooks t«i lie ready when the praying In 1
clone. It Is as though they thought
• * J»t ! A' T !** * #l* * »•' * »•* * ?•' ' e* * A* ! "JfV Z >t* ? fi*
more of the singing than the Everlast
ing Father. Oh, would it not be more
worship of him to sit alone in the "kar
roo" aud kiss one little purple flower
that he had made? Is it not mockery?
Then the thought comes, "What doest
thou here, Elijah?" We who judge—
what are we better than they? Rather
worse. Is it any excuse to say. "I am
but a child and must come?" Does
God allow any soul to step in between
the spirit he made and himself? What
do we there In that place where all
the words are lies against the All Fa
ther? Killed with horror, we turn and
flee out of the place. On the pavement
we smite our foot and swear In our
child's soul never again to enter those
places where men come to sing and
pray. We are questioned afterward.
Why was it we went out of the church?
llow can we explain? We stand
silent. Then we are pressed further,
and we try to tell. Then a head is
shaken solemnly at us. No one can
think it wrong to go to the house of the
Lord. It is the idle excuse of a wicked
boy.. When will we think seriously of
our souls and love going to church?
We are wicked, very wicked. And we
—we slink away and go alone to cry.
Will it be always so? Whether we
hate and doubt or whether we believe
and love, to our dearest are we to seem
always wicked?
We do not yet know that in the soul's
search for truth the bitterness lies here
—the striving cannot always hide it
self among the thoughts. Sooner or
later it will clothe itself in outward
aclion. Then it steps in and divides
between the soul and what it loves.
All things on eartli have their price,
and for truth we pay the dearest. We
barter It for love and sympathy. The
road to honor is paved with thorns,
but on the path to truth, at every step
you set your foot down on your own
heart.
vi.'
Then at last a new time —the time of
waking, short, sharp and not pleasant,
as wakings often are.
Sleep and dreams exist on this con
dition—that no one wake the dreamer.
And now life takes us up between
her finger and thumb, shakes us furi
ously till our poor nodding head is well
nigh rolled from our shoulders, and she
sets us down a little hardly ou the bare
earth, bruised and sore, but preter
uaturally wide awake.
We have said in our days of dream
hg: "Injustice and wrong are a seem
ing. I'ain is a shadow. Our God, he Is
real, he who made all things, ami he
only is love."
Now life takes us by the neck and
shows us a few other things newmade
graves with the red sand flying about
them, eyes that we love with the
worms eating them, evil men walkin",
sleek and fat. the whole terrible burly
burly of the thing called life—and she
says, "What do you think of these?"
We dare not say "Nothing." We feel
them They are very real. IJut we
try to lay our hands about and feel
that other thing we felt before. In tlie
dark night in the fuel room we cry to
our beautiful dream god: "Oh, let us
come near you and lay our head
against your feet. Now In our hour of
need be near us." Rut he Is not there.
Tie is gone away. The old questioning
devil is there.
We must have been awakened sooner
or later. The imagination cannot al
ways triumph over reality, the desire
over truth. We must have been awak
ened. If It was done a little sharply,
what matter? It was done thorough
ly, and It had to be done.
VII.
And a new life begins for us, a new
time, a life as cold as that of a man
who sits on the pinnacle of an Iceberg
and sees the glittering crystals all
about him. The old looks indeed like
a long, hot delirium, peopled with
phantasies. The new Is cold enough.
Now we have uo God. We have had
two the old God that our fathers
handed down to us, that we hated and
never liked; the new One that we
made for ourselves, that we loved. But
now ho has flitted away from us, and
we see what he was made of—the
shadow of our highest ideal, crowned
and throned. Now we have no God.
"The fool hath said In his heart,
Then; Is no God." it may be m>. Most
things said or written have l>«m the
work of fools.
This tiling Is certain he Is a fool
who says, "No man hath said in his
heart. There Is no God."
It has been said many thousand
times In hearts with profound bitter
ness of earnest faith.
We do not cry and weep. We sit
down with cold eyes and look at the
world. We are not miserable. Why
should we be? We eat and drink and
sleep all night, but the dead are not
colder.
And we say It slowly, but without
sighing: "Yes; we see It now. There
is no God."
And, we add, growing a little colder
yet: "There Is no Justice. The ox dies
in the yoke beneath its master's whip.
It turns Its anguish tilled eyes on the
sunlight, but there is no sign of recom
pense; to be made It. The black man is
shot like a dog, aud it goes well with
the shooter. The Innocent are accused,
and the accuser triumphs. If you will
take the trouble to scratch the surface
anywhere, you will see under the skin
a sentient being writhing In Impotent
anguish."
And, we say further, and our heart
Is as tin; heart of the dead for coldness:
"There Is no order. All things are
driven about by a blind chance."
What a soul drinks in with Its moth
er's milk will not leave It In a day.
From our earliest hour we have been
taught that the thought of the heart,
the shaping of the raincloud, the
amount of wool that grows on a
sheep's back, the length of a draft
and the growing of the corn depend
on nothing that moves immutable, at
the heart of all things; but oil the
changeable will of a changeable being
whom our prayers can alter. To us,
from the beginning, nature lias been
but a poor, plastic thing, to lie toyed
with this way or that, as man happens
to please Ids deity or not, to go to
church or not, to say ids prayers right
or not, to travel on a Sunday or not.
Was It possible for IIM In an instant to
Mee nature an she Is the flowing vest
ment of an unchanging reality? When
a soul bleaks free from the arms of a
superstition, hits of the claws ami
talons break themselves off In him. It
Is not the work of a ilay to squeeze
them out.
And s<», for us, the humanlike driver
an-l guide !>• ug gone, all existence, as
we look out at It with our chilled, won
deriug eyes, N an aimless rise and
swell of shifting waters. In all that
weltering chaos we can see uo spot so
larjro as a man's hand on which we
may plant our foot.
Whether a uiau believes iu a human
like God or uo is a small thing. Wheth
er he looks into the mental and phys
ical world and sees uo relation be
tween cause and effect, no order but a
blind chance sporting, this is the
mightiest fact that can be recorded in
any spiritual existence. It were al
most a mercy to cut his throat, if in
deed he does not do it for himself.
We, however, do not cut our throats.
To do so would imply some desire and
feeling, and we have no desire and uo
feeling. We are only cold. We do not
wish to live, and we do not wish to die.
One day a snake curls itself round the
waist of a Kaffir woman. We take it
in our hand, swing it round and round
and fling it on the ground—dead. Ev
ery one looks at us with eyes of admi
ration. We almost laugh. Is it wonder
ful to risk that for which we care
I nothing?
In truth, nothing matters. This dirty
I little world full of confusion. fnd tiie
1.1 ut- rag stretched overhead for a sky
is so low we could touch it with our
hand.
Existence is a great pot. and the old
fate who stirs it round cares nothing
what rises to the top and what goes
down and laughs when the bubbles
burst. And we do not care. Let it
boil about. Why should we trouble
ourselves? Nevertheless the physical
sensations are real. Hunger hurts, and
thirst; therefore we eat and dritik. In
action pains us; therefore we work like
galley slaves. No one demands it, but
we set ourselves to build a great dam
Ln red sand beyond the graves.
In the gray dawn before the sheep
are let out we work at It. All day,
while the young ostriches we tend
feed about us. we work on through the
fiercest heat. The people wonder
what new spirit has seized us now.
They do not know we are working for
life. We bear the greatest stones and
feel a satisfaction when we stagger
under them and are hurt by a pang
that shoots through our chest. While
we eat our dinner we carry on baskets
full of earth, as though the devil drove
us. The Kaliir servants have a story
that at night a witch and two white
oxen come to help us. No wall, they
Bay, could grow so quickly under one
man's hands.
At night, alone in our cabin, we sit
no more brooding over the fire.' What
should we think of now? All Is empti
ness. So we take the old arithmetic,
and the multiplication table, which
with so much pains we learned long
ago and forgot directly, we learn now
in a few hours and never forget again.
We take a strange satisfaction in
working arithmetical problems. We
pause in our building to cover the
stones with figures and calculations.
We save money tor a Latin grammar
and an algebra and carry them about
in our pockets, poring over them as
over our IJible of old. We have thouglft
we were utterly stupid. Incapable of
remembering anything, of learning
anything. Now we find that all is
easy. Has a new soul crept into this
old body, that even our Intellectual
faculties are changed? We marvel,
not perceiving that what a man ex
pends in prayer and ecstasy he cannot
have over for acquiring knowledge.
You never shed a tear or create a
beautiful Image or quiver with emo
tion but you pay for It at the practical,
calculating end of your nature. You
have just so much force. When the
one channel runs over, the other runs
dry.
And now we turn to NatuKu. All
these years we have lived beside her,
and we have never seen her. Now we
open our eyes and look at her.
The rocks have been to us a blur of
brown. We bend over them, and tho
disorganized masses dissolve Into a
many colored, many shaped, carefully
arranged form of existence, here mass
es of rainbow tinted crystals half
fused together, there bands of smooth
gray and red methodically overlying
each other. This rock here Is covered
with a delicate silver tracery, ln some
mineral resembling leaves and branch
es. There on the fiat stone, on which
we so often have sat to weep and pray,
we look down and see it covered with
the fossil footprints ofr great birds and
the beautiful skeleton of a flsli. We
have often tried to picture in our mind
what the fossiled remains of creatures
must be like, and all the while we sat
on them. We have been so blinded by
thinking and feeling that we have nev
er seen the world.
The fiat plain lias been to us a reach
of monotonous red. Wo look at It,
and every handful of sand starts Into
life. That wonderful people, the ants,
we learn to know; see them make war
and peace, play and work, and build
their huge palaces. And that smaller
people we make acquaintance with who
live In the llowers. Tlie bltto flower
has been for us a mere blur of yellow.
Wo find Its heart composed of a hun
dred perfect flowers, th® homes of the
tiny black people with red stripes, who
move In and out In that little yellow
city. Every bluebell has Its Inhabitant.
Every day the "karroo" shows us a
new wonder sleeping In Its teeming
boson.. On our way to work we pause
and stand to see the ground spider
make Its trap, bury itself In the sand
and then wait for tlie falling In of Its
enemy, farther on walks a horned
beetle, and near him starts open the
door of a spider, who peeps out care
fully and quickly pulls it down again.
On a "karroo" bush a green lly Is lay
ing her silver eggs. We carry tbem
home and see the shells pierced, the
spotted grub come out, turn to a green
lly and tilt away.
We are not satisfied with what Na
ture shows us and will see something
for ourselves. Under the white hen
we put a dozen eggs and break one
dally to see the white spot wax Into
tho chicken. We are not excited or
enthusiastic about it. Hut a man is
not to lay his throat open, lie must
think of something. So we plant seeds
in rows on our dam wall and pull one
up daily to see how it goes with them.
AUadeen burled her wonderful stone,
and a golden palace sprang up at her
feet. We do far more. We put u
brown seed In the earth, and a living
thing starts out—starts upward—why,
no more than AUadeen can we say—
starts upward, and does not desist till
it is higher than our heads, sparkling
with dew ln tlie early morning, glitter
ing with yellow blossoms, shaking
brown seeds with little embryo souls
oti to tho ground. We look at It sol
emnly from the time It consists of two
leaves peeping above the ground and a
soft white root till we have to raise
our fact's to look at it, but we find no
reason for that upward starting.
We look Into tlie dead ducks and
lambs, in the evening we carry them
home, spread newspapers on the lloor
and lie working with them till mid
night. With a startled feeling near
akin to ecstasy we open tlie lump of
Uesh failed a heart and find little doom
find strings inside We feel tiiein and
put the heart away, but every now and
then return to look and to feel them
...... in w'bv we like them so we can
hardly tell.
A gander drowns itself in our dam.
We take it out and open it on the bank
and kneel, looking at it. Above are
tlie organs divided by delicate tissues;
below are the intestines artistically
i curved in spiral form and each tier
covered by a delicate network of blood
vessels standing out red ag sfast the
faint blue background. Each branch
of the blood vessels is comprised of a
trunk, bifurcating and rebifurcating
into tlie most delicate hairlike threads,
symmetrically arranged. We are
struck with its singular beauty. And,
moreover (and here we drop from our
kneeling into a sitting posture), this
also we remark —of that same exact
I shape and outline is our thorn tree
, seen against the sky in midwinter; of
that shape also is delicate metallic
! tracery between our rocks; in that
exact path does our water flow when
: without a ftirrow we lead it from the
j dam; so.shaped are the antlers of the
; horned beetle. How are these things
j related that such deep union should
exist between them all? Is it chance,
! or arc they not all the fine branches
of «ne trunk, whose sap flows through
us all? That would explain it. We
nod over the gander's inside.
This thing we call existence. Is it
not a something which has its roots
far down below in the dark and its
1 branches stretching out into the im
mensity above which we among the
branches cannot see? Not a chance
jumble, a living thing, a One. The
| thought gives us intense satisfaction.
We cannot tell why.
We nod over the gander, then start
up suddenly, look into the blue sky,
! throw the dead gander and the refuse
j into the dam and go to work again.
| And so it comes to pass in time that
j the earth ceases for us to be a welter
j ing chaos. We walk in the great hall
J of life, looking up and round reveren-
I tially. Nothing is despicable; all is
meaning full. Nothing is small; all
is part of a whole whose beginning and
end we know not. The life that throbs
in us is a pulsation from it, too mighty
for our comprehension, not tno small.
And so it comes to pass at last that,
whereas the sky was at first a small
blue rag stretched out over us and so
low that our hands might touch it,
pressing down on us, it raises Itself
into an immeasurable blue arch over
our heads, and we begin to live again.
[TO BE CONTrXCED.)
Tliat Srciti* to lie? the Proper Caper
on CiiKlinh Ilitllnuya.
"No American can ever travel on tlio
railways of Englund in comfort," said
tlie New Yorker, who had crossed tho
Atlantic a score of times. "In the first
place you've got to play hog If you
get a compartment by yourself, and in
the next it's an even question whether
you get your baggage at the end of
your Journey. Everything Is piled
upon the platform, and every passen
ger must pick out his own. If you are
two minutes late, there Is nothing to
prevent somebody claiming your bag
gage. I never arrived at a terminus
without witnessing a big row between
passengers, and I never talked with a
fellow passenger who had not lost
trunk or satchel at some time or other.
In three months of traveling about I
saw my truuk claimed by others at
least 20 times for assaulting the
porters. Tills 'assault' consisted solely
in abusing tho railroad companies
about the baggage system. I dually
got so mad about tho thing that I spent
two days in securing an interview with
a railway magnate at his otllcc In Lou
don. I straightway usked liiiu if he
had never heard of a baggage check.
•"I have, sir,' he replied.
" 'Don't you think It a good sys
tem T
" 'I do, sir.'
" 'Then why don't you adopt It?'
" 'Because It's a Yankee Idea, sir!'
"I told him It was also a Yankee Idea
to eat oysters and asked him why he
followed suit, and ho was as serious as
a Judge as he replied:
" 'uli, but that's different, you know.
You Yankees swallow your oysters
whole, while wo always halve and
sometimes quarter them!'Exchuuge.
A mind Mnn'm Cnlctilallon.
When Gauss became blind, Ills only
amusement consisted in making calcu
lations of a curious and somewhat pe
culiar nature. These sometimes lasted
for days. When more than 80 years
old, Gauss computed tho amount to
which .$1 would grow If compounded
annually at 4 per cent Interest from
the time of Adam to the present, as
suming tills to be 0,000 years. This, If
In gold, would make a cubic mass so
large that It would take a ray of light
traveling almost 2,000 miles a second
more than 1,000,000,000 years to Jour
ney alongside of It. This mental com
putation is so startling as to be almost
beyond belief, yet the conclusions of
this eminent mathematician ure cor
rect.—St Louis Globe-Deiuocrat.
"Poor Exon»e," Ktc.
"That Slims Is the most resourceful
fellow you ever saw. His girl has a
pretty cousin stopping with her, and he
told his particular that ho had hired
an orchestra to serenade them Thurs
day night. As he had done nothiug of
the kind and forgot all about it, uud as
(flie hail made arrangements to treat
the serenaders, Slims caught it hot ami
heavy when ho next called, llow do
you suppose ihe rascal squared him
self?"
"Haven't the slightest Idea."
"Told the girl that the orchestra
struck on hltn because she sang in
church and didn't belong to the union."
Free l'ress.
fHE TRIALS OF JERE TATE. '
Now there wan Jereyilah Tate, j
Whose lot was one to commiserate.
In (Rtlitica 'twas ever life fate
To root for tlie losing candidate.
Whenever he tried to speculate
He hold the »ark, and he paid the freight.
At train* he wat always a minute late,
Jf he went a lulling he lout his halt,
If ahk«*d to a play he forgot the date,
Hi* < lotIH H wore out at a terrible rate.
He never could get his necktie straight,
lie forgot Ids taxes to liquidate
Till the coat took all his small estate,
Thieves carried away his silver plate,
He trusted friend* who proved ingrale,
And they hroke up Jeremiah Tate.
When he fell in love, he was always crowed,
Aii'l i l l i ne 1M sit (Miihnyi kMt
By his bedroom window every night
The neighborhood cats all met to light.
If moved to take a spin on the pike.
Home thief would he sure to steal his hike.
Itot lN came on Ida tieek twice every year.
And i H toet bl i burlflf ta mm m,
Thin more and more unfortunate
Became poor Jeremiah Tate.
Weary at hint of the ceaseless strife
Be re lived to <sd Me mUth -i Nfa
It wan dark and cold, hut forth he went.
Hid way to a jutting pier he bent.
No fai« well speech lie paused to make,
But plunged he a 1 foremost In (he lake-
Or on (lir lake 'twas covered o'er
Willi lee twche Inches thick or tno&\
llis head was tough, yet Ice is ! ought r,
llut his wool < ap a. ted as a buffer.
A wahWful "copper" had seen him jump,
Had heard hlrn strike the Ice, ker thump.
lb- followed him. ellmbed down, ami then
He lugged him up to tho shore again.
No M-rious injury wss found, ]
And the middling doctors brought him round.
And so, though s<»rrly against his will,
lie's lit ing and up against It still, ]
Tlie sport of an unrelenting fate,
Tho same old Jeremiah Tate.
—C'blcefO Tribune.
PARTS OF THE BODY.
1 MODELS TH;T ARE USEC IN THE
STUDY OF ANATOMY.
• I
r They Are Taken From Subject* In
1 (he MurKori nnd Iluapltnl. of I'nri*
» nnd Arc Colored Kxactly to Hepre
-1 | sent Nature.
1 ill the window of an oculist up town
' is a display wbicli is grewsoinely fas
' : ciuating. It is compised of papier
1 I niache representations of parts and or
gans irf the human body, colored sirni
-1 lar to nature. Some are life size, such
' i as a pair of lungs aud a stomach, but
1 I others, an eye and an ear for instance,
- i are large enough to have belonged to
the giant who was knocked out by
: Jack. A weird model of a head dem
-1 onstrates unpleasantly how you would
1 look if your skin were peeled off your
face. Every vein and nerve and mus
cle Is carefully outlined aud colored.
® A figure displaying the entire interior
of a torso, colored to represent nature,
shows us that all sorts of tints go to
3 make us up inside. One is apt to think
1 of oneself as beiug of one harmonious
s red interiorly, but this is all wrong, it
appears.
x Studying these figures sets one won
' dering where they come from and who
' models them. It would be an occupa
tion congenial to few, one would sup
pose. A gentleman who came to the
' door for a moment courteously answer
ed a lot of questions asked by an in
quisitive person.
"These models," said he, "are all
made in Germany and France. There
are none made In this country. Yes,
' the manufacturer's assistants make
their originals in clay, working direct
ly from subjects obtained in hospitals
' and morgues. Azou of I'arls is the
largest manufacturer of this line of
goods. They make models of sectious
' of animals also. For instance, we now
have an order for a deer. Come Inside
and let me show you more of the
things." A glass case in the rear of
the store was filled with all sorts of
parts of all sorts of animals, human
aud otherwise.
"Isn't this a beautiful heart?" said
he enthusiastically, exhibiting a life
size organ of papier niache, divided up
into little hinged parts and colored
red and tan and piuk and blue.
"It sells for $9. A little throat, sim
ilarly colored and divided, would cost
you $S if your fancy ran to that kind
of bric-a-brac. A beautiful little bit
of mechanism composed of papier
i niache, bone and wire, illustrating the
I nerves connecting the tongue with the
i ear, and various intricate auricular ar
rangements you can buy for $35."
i There was a shelf full of brains and
another full of aulnials' legs and stom
achs and livers and things. Altogether
It was a pretty bloody looking kind of
show on account of the quantities of
red paint used fu illustrate large sec
i tlons of muscle. Then standing up in
, one corner was a life size figure of a
man composed of innumerable sep
arate pieces, so that any part could be
taken off and individually studied. One
side demonstrated the muscle forma
tion and the other the veins and nerves
and arteries. This figure can be bought
for S:>UO by any one who wishes such
an ornamcut.
Then there were genuine skulls and
skeletons. The French excel us also
In the preparation of human bones
for the market. An articulated skull
of American workmanship would cost
$9. A skull of French articulation
was priced at |2B, aud the work was
admirable. All the most delicate little
bones were carefully preserved and ar
ranged, and It was subdivided Into
many small partß, held together with
tiny brass hinges. The top of the skull
was sawed evenly off, so as to form a
sort of cap, but the other openings
seemed Irregular and dovetailed. This
was explained thus:
"Do you know how they separate a
skull into Its various parts? Well,
they pack It full of sawdust, which
they theu wet. The sawdust expands
aud bursts the skull apart along Its
natural joinings or sutures. These are
theu hinged and wired, as you sec. It
all requires most delicate manipula
tion by an expert. Tramoud of Paris
Is the lending artist In skulls and
bones. The business of modeling these
pnpler maclie organs and of articulat
ing bones Is not au overcrowded one,
as there Is uot a large demand for
such things. Schools and colleges are
the chief buyers of the articles. There
are precious few students, as you may
Imagine, who can afford to Invest so
much money In models for prirato
study."
Any hearts and lungs aud livers that
come to this country other than by
way of the barge office. It may be add
ed, must pay 40 per cent duty to Undo
Sam.—New York Commercial Adver
tiser.
A Remedy For Sciatica.
Ilerc Is a really old fashioned reme
dy. It Is a grandmother's remedy,
and the grandmother who believes In
It Is alive and recommends It personal
ly. It Is for sciatica.
Take equal parts of flour and red
pepper and mix with vinegar. Make
a paste of It and move it from place to
place with the pain. "And If that does
not help you theu I am mistaken,"
concludes the graudmother. New
York Times.
Mindly Expressed.
Pusher—o usher Is not very happy In
his choice of adjectives.
Usher—Why so?
Pusher— Miss Gumma fished for n
compliment by asking him wtot ho
thought of her slippers.
Usher—And what did he say?
Pusher—He said they were Immense.
. —Collier's Weekly.
Geese are the emblems of conjugal
bliss In China, aud a pair of geese aro
considered a handsome present from a
gentleman to the lady of his choice.
Bill I see a new law in Missouti
compels barbers to undergo an exam
ination before they are licensed t«
practice the tonsorlal art.
Jill-Is It au examination In elocu
tion, do you suppose?—Yonkers States
man.
Miiilc For the I*l *©e. i
While traveling In a coal mine dis
trict, says Dr. Cuyler, I noticed how
very dingy the towu appeared. The
coal dust seemed to blacken buildings,
trees, shrubs, everything, but as a
foreman and 1 were walking near tho
mines 1 noticed a beautiful white flow
er. Its petals were as pure as If it j
Were blooming In a daisy field.
"What care the owner of this plant (
must take of It," said I, "to keep It so
free from dust and dirt!"
"See here," said the foreman, and f
taking up a handful of coal dust threw
It over the flower. It Immediately fell
off and left the flower as stainless as :
before.
"It has an enamel," the foreinau ex- .
plained, "which prevents any dust j
from clinging to It. I think It must (
have Urn created for Just such a
place." J;
i .
. 1 .
SINCE THREE'S A CROWD.
* To parks and plays she's gone with ma
For eighteen months or more;
I've found her beat of company
In trips asea, ashore.
And yet of love she's never framed
1 A word for me. I'll own.
i Yet for this lack she can't be blamed—
. I She's Dolly's ciapcroae.
I . .
She never views in listless uay i / t
J At tluui-r shows the prize;
She quite appreciates a play—
You sec that in her eyes.
* tier sphere of action's limited.
The es'i.rt's not her own.
But unobtrusive, be it said.
Is Dolly's chapcrone.
1
She's twenty-five if she i a day.
And Doliv's but nineteen;
* Her eyes are blue and Dolly's gray—
) Blue eyes are true, 1 ween.
Since "three's a crowd" 1 think, mayhap,
I'll woo a maid alone;
I've half a mind to set my cap
For Dolly's chapcrone.
—Roy Farrell Greene in Detroit Free Pre«.
HAD A TENDER HEART.
1 An Incident of Lord I.atvrencc'a Sen
j i \ malic to India.
Lord Lawrence, viceroy of India,
. was a blunt man of action, impatient
t of contradiction aud thorougkly self
reliant. Yet, like mauy of th« truly
great, he had a heart as tender as a
, woman's. The night on which he
started from London to govern India
he gathered all his family in the draw
ing room and made each child repeat a
favorite hymn to him. His youugest
son, 10 years old. nestled in his fa
ther's arms. Suddeuly the strong man
I burst into tears.
"I shall never," he cried, "see Bertie
a child again!"
It was uot of the hardships before
him or of his own death lie thought,
but of the fact that Bertie would not
be a child to him on his return.
On board the steamer with the gov
ernor general of India was a lady with
her infant child. She neglected the
baby, which revenged Itself by crying
day and night. The passengers com
plained in language more forcible than
polite.
"Steward, throw that baby over
board!" was petulantly shouted from
sleepless berths.
At last Lord Lawrence, seeing that
the child was left motherless by its
own mother, took it 011 his knee. For
hours he would hold It, showing It his
watch and anything that would amuse
It. The child took to the great, strong
man and was always quiet when he
held It.
"Why do you, my lord," asked one
of the relieved passengers, surprised
to see the goveruor general of India
playing nurse to a crying baby, "why
do you take such notice of that child?"
"Because, to tell you the truth," an
swered Lord Ijiwrence, with a merry
twinkle in his eye, "that child Is the
only being In the ship who I can feel
quite sure does uot want to get any
thing out of me."—Pastimes.
Stocklnu Superstitions.
On the Welsh border It used to be
considered that the surest precaution
against witchcraft was to wear the
left stocking wrong side out. This
leads us to another kind of superstition
connected with the harmless, necessary
hose—their value, when properly worn
or arranged, as charms or as protec
tions against sickness or pain. If you
will only take the trouble when you go
to bed to cross your stockings aud
shoes, you will be quite safe from the
grip of cramp. Again, If you hang
your stockings crosswise at the foot of
the bed, with a pin stuck in them, you
need have no fear of nightmare; the
hag has a holy horror of cross and pin.
Wiseacres have also been heard to de
clare that If you will always put your
left stocking and shoe on first you will
enjoy Immunity from toothache. This,
however, the most superstitious of mor
tals will likely take leave to doubt.
Toothache, that "hell of a' diseases,"
as Burns calls it, Is no respecter of per
sons nor assuredly of stockings or legs.
—Notes aud Queries.
E<iunl to the Occualon.
People do not often make the mis
take of giving too much. A certain
woman who uot long ago entered a
Glasgow church was an exception to
the rule—at least she thought so. She
passed the collection box at the door
and dropped In sixpence. Theu she
took her seat In the church and waited <
until the preacher appeared.
To her disappointment the officiat
ing minister was not the Dr. 11. whom
she had come to hear. On Inquiry sho
found that she had entered the wrong
church. It was not yet too late to bear
the preacher of her choice, but the six
pence was another matter. To leav*
It In the box would be clear loss. The
woman was equal to the occasion.
Slowly descending the gallery stairs,
she requested her sixpence back and
received It from the officiating elder.—
Youth's Companion.
Huiplelons.
Miss Matilda Suowflake sat at tho
piano aud sang "All I Wants Is Ma
Chicken!"
Zeke Darklelgh, who had paid a
nocturnal visit to Miss Snowflako's pa
pa's henroost the week before, squirm
ed uneasily In his scat and finally ask
ed In anxious tones:
"Is—ls dey anything pussonal Intend
ed In dat song. Miss Matilda?"— Balt
imore American.
Felt Competent.
Brlggs—You don't know what you
arc talking about when you call me a
donkey.
Dlggs—l'd like to know why I don't
I once owned a donkey for three
mouths.—Chicago News.
Horses were Introduced Into Egypt
by the shepherd kings less than 1700
B. C. No horse figures appear on the
early monuments of Egypt
A woman's logic comes out even In
her sharpening a pencil. She makes
her point in such queer ways.—Phila
delphia TJmes.
lie Is.
"How do you pronounce Splon kop?"
"I call It 'detective.'"
"Detective!"
"Yes; a spyln cop Is a detective, Isn't
he?"— Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Watehfvl. 1
"1 see Bankster has failed for $5,-
000,000, with no assets."
"lie always was a great hand to tako
advantage of his opportunities."—Chi
cago Times-llerald.
I.cucml* of (he Apple.
Tho apple euters more largely Into
folklore and legend than almost any
other fruit. lu England there was of
old a peculiar dance In honor of tho
apple tree, and various songs were
sung aud bowls of elder emptied to so
cure a good apple harvest from tho
fates, lu Germany the girls "snap ap
ple seeds" 011 New Year's ovu to see
from which direction a lover Is com
ing. In Austria a girl cuts an applo In
two at one blow aud counts the seeds.
If there are as many In one half as In
the other, sho will marry. If they are
(Hid, she will be au old maid. If a
seed Is cut in two, sho will quarrel
Wltk her husband and bo separated
from Llui.—Pittsburg Dispatch.
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