\ ' f )L»- xxxviii HUSELTON'S Popular-Priced Spring Shoes The g'fstest assortment of Stylish Footwear ever placed before the people of Butler ccuMy. The perfect embodiment of fashion 3nd service, at cur own incomparub'e prices Our Eighty-cent and Dollar Shoes For men H d women, for boys aud girls form a wonder! ul feature of our showing, and we ureat tilings for tlxem. Thousands of pa'rs have been put to the te-t W*e t:ave vet to he?r of a complaint. \ou meet with sucli values only at IIU?* ELTON'S. Msi r ,o. '"f 2. co and $2 50, Men's and Women's ! ines. almost surpi>fs our own ide.i-. These popular fhi es are designed and built especial.I}' 1 }' f< i this store. Yici Kid, Box Calf, l atent Leather. Russia Calf, gen uine McK:iv sewed and Goo'lyear welts. Solid, substantial service in every pair At 53.00 and 53.50. we put out strong <■ ; tn:s for your favors. The strongest probably evej inafle in sbordoir. Patent anrl Enamel Leathers, Vici Kid. for. and Russia Calf-skin turn and wilt so!es for uii n <> women: extension tdgts, Cuban. mil lary French liee'.s. All pi pulai toes vie--: all latest men's las:s: all latest women's lasts, and tepreseutir.g £3 50 and $4.00 values as shovi'n in other stores. LOYS". MISSES' AND Have received CUT txpcit atten'ou. 75 cis, $1 co, sl.2s, $ 1.50 and $2 co; comfort fRr growing fee t: hj-j tsracc*# tlmt ple:<:e the rearers and sen.ee .hat profits the buyers of these slcts. ale the el:rug points we claim for the*e lines as well as a saving of 25 pei cir.t. in the price- BUYVOUR SHOKSNOW B. C. HUSELTON, Butler's I.eiitjiog Shoe House. Opposite Hotel Lowry Bickel's Spring and Summer Styles. The time of the year is here when you want a nice pair of fine shoes for summer wear. Our stock is ex tremely large,showing' all the latest styles in fine shoes and Oxfords in all leathers. We are offering some big values in fine footwear and it will pay you to see us before buying your summer shoes. A FKW OF OUR PRICES Men's fine Satin-calf shoes, Afl ! Children sfineshoes,patent O P" Lace or Congress, at | ! tipped, s ~es sto 8\ at;.... j Boy's fine Calf shoes, light ; Vour choice men's working »i«"| #"||"\ or heavy soles, at If shoes.lace, buckle or v.on-\ I 5 jj k I _jress. heavv so es, at *K ■•"V Ladies' nre Dongola shoes, Ladies' Kangaroo-calf or Oil *| AA f>onijo!aor Patent tips, 1111 I Grain shoes, at I .ill button or lace, at *P ■ I Youths'fine Calf or Vici- QA Misses'fine Patent Calf, lace 4A f" kid shoes, at O\JC ' s ' loes ' ext ended soles, at | Misses' Cne Dongola, OC Ladies'fine Dongola patent spring heel shoes, at OOC or^ort ' R at vO We lnvit- you to call and see our stock cf SOROSIS SHOES AND OXFORDS. the latest styles for summer wear, made in fine Donjjola, ''atent calf and Patent Ideal Kid 111 light, heavy or medium soles, high or low heels. They are handsome. All sizes, to S; all widths, AAA to E. JOHN BICKEL, 128 SOUTH MAiN STREET. - BUTLER, PA G. E. MILLER. GETTING READY FOR SPRING. All WinterGocds must go regardless of cost; we need the money and we need the room; we must have it for our Spring Goods. $5,000 Worth of Shoes and Rubbers At About Half Price. Misses' and Children's School Shoes, all sizes .... 69c Youths' and Boys' School Shoes, all sizes 98c Men's Latrobe or Jamestown Box Toe Shoes. ... 48c Ladies' Fine Dress Shoes, button or lace 98c Men's Fine Bufil Shoes, tip or plain 9SC Men's Workuig Shoes, high cut, buckle, 98c Our entire stock of Warm Shoes Less than Cost Our entire stock of Rubbers Less than Cost. Profit and Cost lost sight of in this sale. If you are in need of Shoes and Rubbers, act promptly: this is your last chance. G. E. MILLER, THE SHOE MAN OF BUTLER KECK Spring Styles J ( J|> K Have a nnttiness about them that E \ /j ( < /. < marks the wearer, it won't do to '-\ /J ' [ \\ wear the last year's output. You ' \ 1 Jpy („ C\ won't get the latest things a' the , J f\ stock clothier* either. The up-to V : C date tailor only ian supply them, * if , \"K j 11/ if you want not only the latest j A / \ PTnT 'I things in cut and fit and work- j / r 'ij J f nianship, the finest in durability, 1 I / i/lf 1 where e'se can you get combina- - i j ill tt tions, you get them at r r I ' | » u li a •- K E C K G. F. KECK, Merchant Tailor, 142 North Main Street' All Work Guaranteed. Butler, Pa FREE TO ANYBODY arid many other valuable premiums for ftcUin K "QUICKMAID " Tableth at lo < entn .•' tfMKgi'' JKg' a package. Each package makes 10 «|iiartH of l cloiih I* KO/KN C'IIMTAKI), in 10 minutes lime. jKvery body Imijh, Send your name and address and me will &end you 12 packages, postpaid, and large premium list. When sola send .us WI.JO, and wc J *cnd FKKK your choice of premium. FHKK, v- *3O Filbert Street I'hiludi lp'hia, Pa. Subscribe for the CITIZEN. Men's and Women's Oxfords, 75cts.tis.co fi 50, f? 00, •s.' 50. aud #5.50. Biack and Tan. A range of s yle and price beyond the reach of or dinary shoe stocks snappv exten-ion edges, rop» ;-nd cross stitched, low broad heels, fi i - ound toes, plain and pe foiated tip>: Vici Kids, Rassia Cal: Paten. aiH Enamel Leathers Every taste for dress. street or business met in correct style. Men's Working Shoes. $ .00. ft 50 and $2.00 are not 1 iualed in for tervi:e. Shown in Veal, Calf, Slaughter Ki;i. Oil Grain and Kangaroo Kip aud Calf with or without Box tce; two soles and tap with Bellus tongues. CHILDREN'S SHOES THE BUTLER CITIZEN. /foo^s\ f H pILLSi Bouse r the tor |pid liver, and cure biliousness, sick M headache, jaundice, nausea, tion, etc. They are in valuable to prevent a cold or break up a (ever. Mild, gentle, certain, they are worthy your confidence. Purely vegetable, they can be taken by children or delicate women. Price. 2.5 c. at all medicine dealers or by mail of C. I. HOOD & Co., Lowell, Mass. CATARRH LOCAL'DWASE and is the result cf cold'- and ISM .crcC&D* sudden climatic changes. jW? J For your Protection we positively state tuat this remedy does not contain mercury or any other iujur- .J3R| Hy v s "Cream Balm ie acknowledged to be the most care for Nasal Catarrh, Cold in Head and Hay Fever of all remedies. It opens and cleanses the nasal passages, allays pain and inflammation, heals the sores, pro tects the membrane from cold*, restores the senses of taste and smell. Price 50c. at J>rajrffistß or by mail. ELY BKOTHJEKS, Warren Street, New York. \ The Cure that Cures / p Coughs t is\ \ Colds, f I) Grippe, (k Whooping Couch, Asthma, I Bronchitis and Incipient A gjl Consui-notion, (s foTJo'sl g The German P C*ire^tV.TC,a't &\stasev A £,o\& iW DEALERS i« ready made clotting repres u their wares as "Tailor made "custom made" &c.. hut they ask i - •e'jii'arp ces of rendy made and t'.i boasi 's understood. But when tlx offer lo !a':e your measure, prouiise l<> have the c'othe<« made for vou ami charge Ihe tailors price, tiiev impose upon your c edulity. Wtiether the nrsiepresentalion is wilful or neg'igent l iie e'siih :o you is the same, Most men want what they pay for aim a e willing to pay for :he supeno qiw'itv of made to measure clothes. Oi'r ga :neii s a e ci'l and made o yi.n measure in our own workshop in But ler, not by fair-to-middling work men, l)ilt by expp;. tailors Handsome Spring Goods Atßusiness Bringing Prices. ALAND, Make of Men'.i C'olnfv Chase Brothers Pianos Are endorsed by people who buy them an* 1 . by fitst>class musicians P ttsbu'M-., PA.. IAN. 27, 1901. Ms W. R. Nkwtox. Eu le . "a. D?ar Si : —lt s me gieat i)le«-.i':e in recommend lig ' iie B:o s Piano. lio;ii in lone, work nien.sii: p anddmeab i.v. Tile Chase Bo's P a 110 which vou so'd lie S'e ling Club of Butler, Pa . Oc.. 31, 9'a, and which I ha>e tested in connection with *:iy • rcbestra- This piauo lias given ' ie be-, of satisfaction ami I can lecouiiueiid ;he same to a I who wish to purchase a good piano. Wishii g you üboundant success, I am youvs respectfully', C. B. STEI.7.NER. Musical Director. I sjia'l publish hundreds of.lette s f 0:11 people you know who own Chase Bro.ii - n make it pianos. Tliey are iie b<->t eft- ence in the world. C.» 11 at my store anil examine the pianos. You will find a lull line at all inies to select from. TERMS—Any way to suit your con venience. YV. R. NEWTON, 317 South Main St Butler Pa J. V. Stewart, (Successor to H. Bickel) UVKRY. Sale and Boarding Stable W. Jefierson St., Rutler, Pa. Kirat class equipment—eighteen good drivers—rigs oi all kinds coo', roomy and clean stables. People's Phone 125. ). V. STEWART. Sunday Dinners A Specialty. Meals 25 cts. Rooms 50 cts. Regular Rales sl. Local and Lon > D'siance Phones South McKean Street, Hotel Waverly, J. W HAWORTH Pro^'r. Bt 11. BR, I'A Steam Heat and Electiic Light • The most commodious office 'u city. Stabling in Connection. L. S. McJUNKIN, Insurance and Real Eslate Agent. 117 E. JEFFFRSON. BUTLER PA Motel Nixoq 215 N McKean St, Butler, Having rented this hotel for another year, I invite the patronage of of my old friends and the public gener ally. R. O. RUMBAUGK. A. M HERKIMER, Funeral Director. 245 S. Main St. Butler. PA BUTLER, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL IS, IQOI POVERTY. If four blank walls » « mine, and ettry wln4 That goes car. , ning through the vasta of sky Makes fret wiili my shrunk casement, and mj hearth Shows but a feeble tfame, and the rough floor Han but the dust for carpet, am I poor? Nay, 1 am very Otpsus, that, and more! For no swart Mede can rob me of the dreams Wherewith I hang a rapt Madonna there, A face Murillo painted, drape rich folds Of eld shot damask round yon oriel And heap about me rugs of velvet pile Deft wrought upon the looms of Kvrmanshah! Poor! Is he ! -r who has God's gift of dreams? —Clinton Scollard in New Lippincott. 44 ■ 1 ♦♦ I &Theo J i Prosecution ; j Of Mrs. Dullet J I was on a visit to my friend Dave at his mountain home anil was stand ing one day in the courtyard at Lexby, the county town, discussing the possi bilities of his re-election to the posi tion of commonwealth's attorney when down the street came at a long galiop an old fellow mounted on a thin, ewe necked sorrel colt whose long rusty tail whipped between his legs at every jump. Up to the courtyard gate he clattered and, dismounting, flung the rein over the post in utter disregard of the large printed notice posted on it that no horses were to be hitched there. Through the turnstile and up the walk he came swinging. "I believe that's old Dullet from Jacksborough," said Dave. "lie's a man of influence up there and dead against me—always is. I wonder what he wants?" He had not long to wait, for the old fellow strode up to a group and said, "Whar's the commonwealth's attor ney?" "I am the man," said Dave. "What can I do for you, Mr. Dullet?" "I wants you to put my wife in the pen'tentiary," lie said. "What!" exclaimed Dave; then re covered himself. "What d 6 you want that for?" "She's forged my name, and she's got to go to the pen'tentiary," said he. "Well, tell me about it," said Dave, seeing the gravity of the'situation, and, turning, he led the way into his office and offer<4! chairs. "Well, it's this way: My oldest gal Sairy is been a-wantin to marry a fel ler named Torm Ilackle for gwine two years, and I wouldn't let her." "Why?" said Dave in a professional tone, drawing a pen and paper tpward him. " 'Cause Torm's on t'other side," said Dullet. "Oh!" said Dave, writing down some thing. "Go on." "Well, I wouldn't let Torm come over on our side. 1 sont him word ef he did to look out. And Sairy she got kind of sick and peaked, and my old woman she wanted me to do it then, and I wouldn't, 'cause I had to sign the dockinient. Then she got kinder worser, and my wife she wanted me to go for the doctor. So day before yis tiddy I went down for the doctor, and he said he'd come today, and I staid at Jim Miggius' store nil night and yistiddy a-waitin for him, and when I got home la.st night my wife she said, 'Whar's the doctor?' And I said: 'He's a-comin. How's Sairy?' And she said: 'She's done got well. She's got all the doctor she wanted. She's done married Torm Hackle.' 'How did she done it,' sys I, 'and 1 ain't signed the license?' says I. 'I signed your name for it,' says she. And I said, 'You has done commit a pen'tentiary offense, and I kin put you in the pen'tentiary for it,' says I. And she bet me a dollar she hadn't and 1 couldn't. And I says, '1 bet you $2 I kin, and I will,' says I. And now I are gwine to do it. I kin do it, can't I?" Dave reflected, while the old moun taineer sat still, perfectly passive. "Well," lie said slowly, "there are not a great many precedents." The old fel low's face hardened. "But, of course," he added, "forgery Is a very serious thing, and, ah!" The old fellow's eye was upon him. "How long have you been married?" he asked. "Twenty year come next month." Dave wrote it down. "Wife always been good wife to you?" "Ain't got no fault to find wid her till now, when she forged my name an"— "Ever have any trouble with her?" "Never at all, 'cepk of course, fights like all married folks has." Dave wrote it down. "Industrious?" "Got no fault to find wid her about dat." "Help you save what you got?" "Ain't a hard workiner, savlner 'ooman 011 the mountain." "How many children she got?" "Nine—eight llvln. I don't count that one." "How many dead?" "Four." Dave wrote laboriously. "Wife good to 'em?" "Jes' as good as could be. Nursed 'em faithful." "Sit up with 'em when they were sick ?"• "Never went to bed at all; never took her clothes off." "Go hard with her?" "Went mighty hard, specially when Johnny died. He wa* named after me." Dave wrote silently. "Go hard with you?" "Right sort of hard." "Sort of lonesome after that?" "Mighty lonesome." "How old your youngest one now*'" "Gwine on 3; that's Billy." "Fond of his mother?" "Can't bear her out of his sight." "Fond of you?" "Sort of—right smart." "Say Sairy was your oldest?" "Yes." , "Thought ripht smart of her when you didn't have any others, just at first, I roe In in "I'mh. Might 'a' done; don't remem ber." "Wife ilid, anyhow?" "Yes; always fool 'bout her. Oldest— see?" "She was young and fresh i;lieu?" "Yes; likeliest woman on tjie moun tain." "Bet she was! Used to nave good time sitting up to her, going to see her summer evening.-t, walking through the "Yes, sir; ' Mint." "She thou; lit more- of first baby Shan you. She had inpi'«- trouble with her than you when she was u baby, 1 mean?" "Oh, yes; guess she did." "Carried her round in her arms, nursed her when she was sick aud made her little frocks for her?" "Yes." "As she did Johnny's?" "Yes." "And does little Billy's?" "Yes. She's made Itilly a little pair of breeches." "With pockets in them?" "Yes; two." Dave laid down his pen, opened the code and read a little to himself. "Well, I can put her in the penitentiary for you," he said. " 'Not less tUaa oue nor more than ten years,' " he read. Dullet sat forward a little. "How old is your wife?" " 'P-out 50 year." "I'll draw the indictment. Let me see, the grand jury will meet when? Then the jury?" He was talking to himself, with his eyes turned up to the ceiling. "There might be some of those Hackles on the jury. Urah, that would be bad." Dullet twisted around in his chair. "They'd send her on for the full time, though—ten years. That would be good." Dullet leaned forward. "Are them Hackles obleeged to be on that jury?" he asked. "No," said Dave: "uot'at all. Only they may be on there, that's all." He lifted his eyes again to the ceiling. "That might be nil the better. They'd of course be pretty rough on I leu years. She'.l ! e about 'Wi wliea she came out. I ::i!i! They'd have work ed her pretty hard. ! t me see. 1 suppose they'd put r with the thieves, dress her in st - a:: 1 maybe whip her." I let s: .1 to give an exe!;::. ! ;il to;. .; > listen. "1 suppose i I be sorry ct night ill l.rsl. 1. i.l he.l get i;,ed to it. or he might go down to see her one.- a year or so for a fe ■ ::iiu tes i'i h..4 breeches if she live lied i.::ss her some. If she died. s. • g*> lo .. o.may. Well, the lirieh'.es v. . .j'; e :: v. Yes. I < :i 'lor. I :.. i• " he .-. 1. bring! . e.— •• •"•'"I e.i Dul!el's lace and speaking po:-.;i ■ < iy Di-l'.i i rose wi'li i jump. "Look a-here. Mr.—Mr.-W:. > y«.::r uame?" he said. "I'll just I •• ef any of them Haekles kin put v..\ wife in the penitentiary, ami ef anybody thinhs they kin let 'em try it!" Dave looked at him calmly. "I agree with you." lie said, "and I'll help you." There was a pause, in which Dullet was reflecting. Then he asked, "W hat would you advise me to do?" "1 don't advise you to do anything." said Dave, "but 1 know what I'd do if I was in your place." "What?" "I'd go home and send for Sairy to come over to dinner next Sunday and tell her to bring that fellow with her— he's more Dullet now than he is Hac kle, and every time my wife got uppish I'd tell her I could have put her in the penitentiary for ten years, but I was too good to her to do it." Dullet reflected and then said: "I'll do it. What does I owe to you?" "A good deal," said Dave, "but I want you to present it to Mrs. Dullet for me." "Well"— He walked to the door, paused and then said slowly. "Th' nex time you runs for anything, Jacksbor ough is a-gwlne to vote for- you." He went out. Dave was re-electcd.—St. Louis Post- Dispatch. Banciae Funeral Customs. Among the Basques funeral festivi ties were kept up not only after the funeral, but also for eight days more, and on New Year's day, when they were repeated. In their case this was a purely religious ceremonial observ ance, even if it originated in pagan days. For religion has entered into anil still pervades the funeral rites of the Basques to a degree now hardly conceivable. The deceased who was the head of the family, probably belonging to the third religious order, was usual ly buried in the appropriate dress of the order. The funeral was presided over by the serore. who was a sort of nun. This probably, as O'Shea says, came down from the time when wom en held high ecclesiastical positions among the Basques. The very feasts were relics of days when an offering of meat, bread and Kvine was wont to be tasen into the church or churchyard not only at the funeral, but every day for two years afterward, for the supposed benefit of the deceased, but really for that of the clergy. Up to 17CG in Guipuzcoa on the oc casion of a funeral an ox was taken to the church door and then killed and subsequently eaten, a survival, of course, of pagan sacrifices In primitive times. In whatever way the habit of taking the deceased to the church on an open bier arose, there can be no ques tion that the fire lighted at the nearest crossroads and the obligatory pater a l'intention du defunt are of deeply re ligious origin and both in deed and in truth appeal to each neighbor to pray for the soul of a departed brother.— Gentleman's Magazine. PUZZLED THE JEWELER. He Wanted m. Second Hand Watch and Finally Got It. He was evidently a foreigner, and he walked into one of the big jewelry houses on F street and asked for a watch. He would be pleased to exam ine some "second hand watches," he said to the clerk who advanced to meet him. "This isn't a pawnshop," observed the clerk haughtily. "No?" observed the man inquiringly. "But you have watches?" And he point ed to the great showcase full of hand some watches. "Certainly," replied the clerk. "Fin est stock of watches in the city. How much do you want to pay for a watch?" "How mooch?" asked the stranger. "Mooch as he is worth, so that he suits me. I have said that 1 desire a second hand watch—a good one that shall keep the time." "See here, sir; you are off your base. We don't keep secondhand goods. You will have to hunt elsewhere for second hand watches." The stranger's eyes opened wide. "But you have him there, and there and there," he said as he began to ges ticulate. "I have said s-e-c-o-n-d h-a-n-d watches," spelling It as though to make It plainer, "and they are here, every where, yet you say you have them not. I do not comprehend you." "Well, I do you," replied the clerk sheepishly as be quickly got behind the counter. "Just a little mix up. No harm done, I hope. Certainly we have watches with second hands. All our watches have second hands. We han dle no others." And the stranger got his second hand watch, for which he luid down a SSO bill.—Washington Star. No Ventnre About It. "Is this your first venture in matri mony?" the preacher asked while the bridegroom was out In the vestibule giving certain Instructions to the best man, who was also his head clerk. "My dear Mr. Ooodleigh," she re plied. almost blushing, "this Isn't a venture at all. He has given me deeds to more than $<50,000 worth of property aJready."— Chicago Times Herald. 111 lie riled. "Pa." said little Willie, looking up from his arithmetic, "what Is a linear foot ?" "Why—er—a linear foot," replied pa, temporizing, "why. it's one that's he reditary. Didn't you never hear tell of u linear descendant?"-Catholic Stand ard and Times. AND THE YEARS GO BY. Lightly sips youth at the wines of its joy% Laughs at the charms of yesterday's toys; Life is so long, and nothing alloys, And Ote years go by. Little by little the world shows its drossy Deepens the sense of enjoyment and loss; Pleasure is wearing off part of its gloss, And the years go by. Now there is question and doubt and dismay; Well, time will alter, and truth will outstay; Night is as needful, perhaps, as the day, And the years go by. Work multiplies, and pleasures abate; So much to do, and we are 60 late; Duties still flocking now knock at the gate. And the years go by. Once —ah, we sigh, but we never can stopl What is life for but to work till we drop? Only one thought —to rise to the top— And the years go by. Acre is oncoming, and what have we done? Oh, we had dreamed of such victories won! Whose is the fault, and what is undone? And the years go by. What do we bold but a handful of dust? We were so wise in our first ardent trust. Somehow we mi-sod the real metal for rust. And the years go by. —New York Observer. | "1 DEVIL'S OHM" 1 2 J A £:ory of a Station ♦ Agent. £ 0 JC o o 2 lii fliAliLtS Cj.'.ILD MCI.II. * o O ♦ cOcx>o«o^oOO<-ocC-o;o«>o^o^o^ Tom Dean was ticket agent and tele graph operator I >r the Union I'acitie at WeiioVillc. a settlement of nit more than a few dozen scattered houses, the most pretentious of which was the "hotel and lunchroom." About 10(J yards down the track from this popu lar resort at "train time" stood a low. one roomed building, the station. Tom's St. Helena. To an energetic, ambitious young man, socially inclined. Welisville was well nigh intolerable, but Tom had hopes and made the best of it. He had removed his belongings from the "lio tel" io Mrs. Jordan's cozy little cottage, where lie made himself at home. lie found Miss Jordan a charming com panion and "years ahead of the vil lage in every way." Nevertheless the uneventful days would drag, and the nights— well, after tiie S:SO "accommo dation" pulled out until 11:10, when the west bound "express" dashed past, one might as well have been stationed in the middle of.the Great Sahara. At least so Tom said many times. One raw, gusty December night just before the holidays Tom with much pleasure piled the three cases billed through to Omaha on the truck and ran them down the track, ready to be haul ed aboard the baggage car of the com ing train. He was not overfond of work, but this meant the stopping of the express, the latest newspapers and good reading for several days. To sig nal the express was au event. Taking a last look at the lights, he entered the station and slammed the door after him as If to bar out the loneliness of the dripping outside world. The last light in the hotel had gone out long before the wind howled In tlie wires, the red light bliuked and flickered— "Well, of all the God forsaken"— The door opened suddeuly, and two men stepped into the room, followed by a third. "Hands up—quick!" the foremost cried. In less than two* minutes Tom was bound, gagged and lying helpless be hind the partition In the baggage end of the room. "He's safe. Where's Jim?" asked the man who had speoken before. "Down to the sidiu," came the an swer. "Set the white light" The door closed quickly after them. Out of Tom's bewilderment and con fusion came the question. What did it mean? Robbery? There was nothing worth the risk at the station, and the men had gone. "Set the white light" That meant the express would not stop. "Down to the siding." The bliud sid ing, an eighth of a mile beyond the station by the sand hill! It ended in the gravel bank. The terrible truth flashed across his mind. He turned cold. Great beads of moisture stood out upon his fore head. Twenty-six, with Its living freight, was to be switched on to the siding at full speed. As the horror of it rushed upon him Tom strained at the cords that bound him hand and foot with a strength he never dreamed he possessed. It was useless. The work had been dove well. He looked quickly at the clock—10:41. In 29 minutes more the train would be due. As be turned the knots of the gag pressed Into the back of his head. Bearing heavily upon them, unmindful of the pain, he moved his head, forcing his chin downward. They gave. They moved. Again he tried and again, un til at last the handkerchief slipped to bis neck. "Help, help! Townsend! Bill! Help!" lie cried. But his voice was lost In the Hocking howl of the wind, and he real ized that the effort was strength wast ed and time lost. Again he looked at the clock—only 20 minutes remained. How fast the sec onds flew! Twenty five— The sharp click, click, click, from the other side of the partition caught his ear—a telegraphic message. "Twenty six 20 minutes late." "Thank God, a delay!" Forty-four minutes now—a gain of 20. The train, due at 11:10, would not arrive until 11:30. Towusend relieved him at 12. "Too late! Too late!" rush ed through his mind as he glared at the clock. Then the light of hope fair ly blazed In his eyes. The sujomer before, when le had long, weary night 'vatehes, twice he overslept because his alarm had failed him, so to insure his "call" hi- had run a wire from the station clock to a bell In his room at the hotel. By an ingen ious connection when the hands mark ed 11:45 the ringing of the bell brought him violently out of the land of dreams. When Tom was promoted to the shorter watch and went to live at Mrs*. Jordan's, Hill Townsend, who suc ceeded him, fell heir to his room and "the devil's own," us Tom called the bell. The clock was an imitation of the old fashioned, big faced, caseless time pieces, with weights and chains and a long, heavy pendulum. "Twenty minutes late," he muttered. The hour hand was less than two Inches from the connection, but how slowly it crept! If lie could" only move that hand! Ills knees were free. lie drew them up toward his chin, shot out his legs and came to a sitting position. Then, by a series of short jumps and bumps, he reached the wall, braced his back against it and, with great diffi culty, worked himself to his feet. The pendulum swung close to his ear, but how could he reach the hand? Was he to fail now? His eyes quickly searched the room. A few feet to the right was the win dow. heavily barred, the torn shade partly down. His glauoe rested oil the stick that weighted the latter, just what he needed. New hope gave him new strength, loch by inch he edged himself along the wall to the shade, caught the stiek between his teeth and sank quickly to the floor. lie had suc ceeded. The stick was torn loose from its flimsy fastenings. Back again, tip and along the wall he worked until he stood nearly under the clock. lie turn ed sidewise, raised his head until the 6tick pointed at the hand, made a ter rific effort to reach it, failed, lost his balance and fell heavily to the floor. The bodily pain was nothing to him, but he groaned in anguish at the loss of time. He looked up. The clock had stopped! The hands marked 11. He could reach the pendulum. It must be start ed. There was still a chance of more delay. Again the struggle to regain his feet, harder now because of his growing weakness. Nearer and nearer he crept to the motionless rod. A noil of his head would start it. "My God!" he suddenly cried. "Why didn't 1 think of it before? Is there still time?" And seizing the heavy brass disk at the end of the pendulum in his teeth he raised his head and de tached it. The rod. freed of its heavy weight, swung rapidly back and forward, im pelling the hands onward at a greatly increased rate of speed. His eyes were following the minute hand. He could see it move, and the hour hand? Yes, it was creeping along. Tom's strength was going fast. He stink to his knees and rolled over on the floor, but his eyes were fixed on that hand. How long would it take to reach 11:45? Closer and closer it crept. Now it touched the iron connection and moved slowly past it. The alarm had been sounded, but there were 15 minutes more before Bill would arrive. He strained his ears to catch the slightest sound. The noise of the storm was all that he could hear. Click, click, click came from the in strument—a message from Maysville. Twenty-sis had just passed. Maysville was 12 minutes up the road—it must now be 11:18. Tom tried to calculate the time since the hands started on their wild race, but his mind was a cliaos of mad thoughts. What if Bill did not arrive in season? He roiled over on his face and waited for the worst. The door burst open. "Hello, where are you?" It was Bill's voice. "Stop 20—hold up at Dyke's siding get men"— But Bill was gone. The red light flashed up the track, and 20, with a noisy grinding of wheels and many jolts, came to a stop. A posse was hastily formed, but when the siding was reached nothing was found but the open switch that meant death and destruction. The passengers and crew tried to make Tom believe that he was a hero, but be only pointed to the clock and said: * "It was the 'devil's own.' Waver ley Magazine. Hnts In (he Honxe of Commons. Speaker Denisou if he saw a mem ber wear any unwonted headgear other than the regulation tall hat would send for him atid point out the irregularity. In these days a billycock hat lias,fre quently been seen in one particular quarter of the house, and the innova tion is tolerated. What Speaker Deni son would have said or thought if he had seen a few straw hats in the ex tremely hot weather of last session the writer cannot venture even to con jecture. A reference to hats recalls the curi ous custom which prevails, that when a member wishes to interpose with a point of order after the question has been put from the chair he must speak "covered." On one occasion Mr. Glad stone wished to speak in this way, and, as he never brought a hat into the house, ho was obliged hastily to bor row a hat. It happened that the hat which he borrowed belonged to his then solicitor general. Sir F. Herschell (afterward the lord chancellor), and it proved to be far too small for Mr. Gladstone's head. He was unable for some time to address the house owing to the shouts of laughter which his ap pearance called forth.—Good Words. Not Visible to the Naked Eye. "What," asked the pr&ud young mamma, "do you think of the baby's features?" Her big, coarse brother looked down at the precious little Innocent for a mo ment and then asked: "Where are they ?"—Chicago Times- Herald. An Animated Parcel. Duncan Ross, the Scotch athlete, brought to New York with him some years ago a valuable bull terrier, fa mous for the blue ribbons he had won In India. Mr. Iloss lived across the Harlem river, but his business took him daily to the lower part of New York. Invariably he was accompanied to his office by the bull terrier. As it was known that he always came down town on the elevated railroad, his friends wondered, knowing the embar go placed upon dogs, how he procured transit for the bull terrier. Their repeated questioning finally persuaded him to reveal the secret, and he Invited them all to the office one evening just as he was starting for home. He took out of his desk a stout piece, of wrapping paper and, opening it out flat, spread It on the floor. Then he whistled to the dog. and the bull terrier walked to the center of the pa per and curled up in a limp lump. Mr. Ross then produced a piece of stout cord and made a very neat parcel of Ills pet and tucked it under his arm. "I have carried this parcel up and down town for two years," he said, "and no one has ever had the faintest suspicion of Its animated contents. Clive Is so well trained that he never makes a sound or moves a muscle. I leave a little opening at one end of the package, so that he has plenty of air." The Easle and the Turkey. The turkey is our great national bird instead of the eagle, which I don't take much stock in. Turkeys are good to eat Eagles are only fit to put as stamps on coin. The eagle Is a raven ous, vicious thief. There is nothing brave or good about the eagle. The eagle cannot be tamed and is of no earthly use to any one anywhere at any time or place. A hawk is braver than the eagle. If the eagle had the courage In proportion to his size of the sparrow, lie would be a wonder. It was a mistake —a sad, pitiful blun der —to make the eagle our national bird. And a movement should he put on foot now to place the turkey on our coins and remove the eagle from where he has no business lo be. A bird no useless should not be worshiped as the eagle Is. The turkey is a handsomer and in every way a better bird. On n holiday occasions tlie turkey is «ur foremost fowl and furnishes the most amount of delicious food Thanksgiv lujr and the Christmas holidays would be lonesome without the turkey.—Prac tical Poultryinnu. pssis* GRAIN FOR SOWING. Popni»tpnl PrfxlnctivcnesH a Thing: to Re Considered. The results of expe-iuients with va rieties of grain to ascertain their rela tive productiveness ':ecouie much more reliable and conclusive when ttat' : average experience of a series of years can be given. In this way slight varia- 1 tions. arising from inequality of soil j and variability of season, are to a large extent equalized. Director Wil liam Saunders of Colorado has carried on tests which are among the most thorough and extensive of any recently made, and he reports the following facts: Out of 41 different sorts of oats which have been subject to uniform tests for six years 9 have appeared among the 12 most productive sorts every year for the whole period, and the other three places have been filled during the time at irregular intervals by six other varieties. Hence only 15 of the 41 varieties have produced a HEAVY YIELDING OATS. [Some of the heaviest average yieldera in six years' trial: 1, Banner; 2, Oderbrueh; 3, Colum bia; 4, White Schonen; 5, Holstein Prolific; 6, American Ucauty; 7, Golden Giant.] crop sufficiently large during the whole of that time to entitle them to a place with the best 12 sorts. On comparing the best 12 varieties this year with the best 12 of 1899 it is found that 10 of them are the same. Taking the results of the cropping of the 12 most productive sorts of oats at the central experimental farm for six years they have given an average yield for the whole period of G9 bushels 17 pounds per acre. The remaining 29 varieties have averaged during the same time 51 bushels 7 pounds per acre, an average difference in favor of the productive sorts of 18 bushels 10 pounds per acre. The value of these figures is more fully realized if we bear in mind that every bushe l of oats added to the aver age crop puts about !? 1,000,000 into the pockets of Canadian farmers. In spring wheat there is similar per sistent productiveness in certain sorts. Of the 31 varieties of this cereal which have been tested for six consecutive years eight of these have appeared among the 12 most productive every year for the whole period. Comparing the best 12 varieties for 1899 with the best 12 for 1900 we find that 11 of them are the same. Taking the results of the cropping of the best 12 sorts of spring wheat for HEAVY YIELDING SPRING WHEATS. [Some of the heaviest average yieldera in rix years' trial of spring wheats: 1, Preston; 2, Red fife; 3, Goose; 4, White Fife; 5, Huron; 6, Well man's Fife; 7, White Russian; 8, Rio Grande.] six years at the central farm they have averaged for the whole period 20 bushels 57 pounds per acre, while the remaining 19 varieties grown for the same period have averaged 20 bushels 30 pounds per acre, an aver age difference in favor of the best 12 sorts of G bushels 27 pounds per acre. The Cranberry Flrfworm. The larvrc of Ithopobota vacciniana, or cranberry fire worm, cause consid erable damage to the cranberry crop of Massachusetts. The larva; of the first brood seldom cause much injury, while those of the second brood are often ex ceedingly destructive. Where the cran berry bogs can bo flooded with water at the proper season for destroying the larva\ this method is very effective, but in many cases it is impossible to use water in this way. Experiments were tried with arsenate of lead, which wag used as a spray at the rate of 9 pounds to 150 gallons of water. The first appli cation was made in the early part of June. The second brood of caterpillars appeared during the first part of July, and a second application was made, Hie Insecticide being used at the rate of 13Ms pounds to 150 gallons of water. Nearly all the larvae were destroyed, and a great saving in the cranberry crop was the result of this method. It was found that three men with a good outfit could spray eight acres of cran berry bog in ten hours. • A Source of Clnb Root. It is a practice far too common to throw any vegetable refuse into the pigpen or cows' manger. In the course of farm economy this is generally the fate of c'ubbed plants of cabbage or turnip. It has been pretty well estab lished that manure from animals so fed may carry and disseminate germs of club root In land to which It Is ap plied. HE CURSED THE TOWN END OF THE FIRST CAPITAL OF ILLI NOIS PROPHESIED BY AN INDIAN. The Ueatrnctlon of the Town of Ka«- kimklu \Vu> In Accordance With the I.ant Word* ot the Chief Who Died For n Wuman'i Love# Since the waters of the Mississippi river washed away the last vestige of Kaskaskia, the first capital of Illinois, mi old legend that contained the proph ecy of the total destruction of the once flourishing little city has been recalled. Kaskaskia was situated on a peninsula at tlie junction of the Kaskaskia and the Mississippi rivers, and in 1882 the Mississippi river cut Its way through the peninsula, leaving the remnant of the town on an island. The water con tinued to wash away the rich alluvial deposits on which Kaskaskia was built until, late In 1900, the last foot of the land where the town once stood disap peared. This singular endiug of Kas kaskla's once splendid ambitions has recalled to the- superstitious the story that the town was cursed in the eight eenth century by an Indian who had been wronged by one of the leading citizens. No. 10 Jean Benard came to this country from Franco in 1008, bringing with him iiis wife and his 10-year-old daughter Marie. The family settled In Kaskas kia, where Benard established a mer chandising business. The Frenchman soon became one of the most prosper ous and most influential men of the town. Marie, his daughter, grew to be a beautiful woman, much conrted by the most eligible young men of the new country. She was in no hurry to ac cept any of them, ajid her fame aa a belle spread from Lake Michigan to the gulf of Mexico. A young chief of the Kaskaskia tribe of Indians, having become converted to Christianity after several years of study under the tutelage of the Jesu iis, built himself a house in Kaskaskia and was taken into partnership in one of the trading houses there. He was prosperous, handsome and well edu cated and was soon received into the homes of the white settlers. One night at a ball be happened to meet Marie Benard. The girl was at once fascinated by the tall, fine looking Indian, who fell ia love with her at first sight and made no secret of his admiration. But Be rnard pore soon noticed the attachment and forbade bis daughter from commu nicating with the young Indian. To make sure that there would be no more meetings Benard used his influence to prevent the chief from attending any of the social entertainments given in Kaskaskia. But love always finds a way, and the joung couple managed to see each oth er despite all the precautions of the girl's father. * But Benard became aware of these meetings and again took means to prevent them. He was a man of wealth and Influence, and he had the Indian forced out of his part nership in the trading company. Tlie Indian left Kaskaskia. For al most a year nothing was heard of him, and Benard thought that his daughter had forgotten her lover, for she ap peared gay and careless, and she ac cepted with apparent pleasure the at tentions of a young Frenchman. One night when a -Targe ball at Kaskaskia was at Its height Marie Benard disap peared. Those who searched for Marie dis covered that the young chief of the Kaskaskians had been seen that even ing in the town, and the conclusion was at once reached that the girl had eloped with him. Benard at once organized a party to go in pursuit of the fugitives. As there was a heavy snow on the ground, their trail was easily discov ered and followed. The Indian and Marie had crept away afoot, and as their pursuers were supplied with fast horses the young lovers were captured after a day's chase about 40 miles from Kaskaskia. Their destination had been the French settlement at St Louis, where the Indian bad provided a home for his wife. The Indian surrendered without re sistance, and the posse started on the journey back to Kaskaskia, taking the two captives. Most of the men who composed Benard's party wanted to kill the Indian Instantly, but Benard would not allow It, for he said that they should leave blm to deal with his daughter's lover. When the party reached Kaskaskia, the girl was placed In the convent there. Then Benard took the Indian to the bank of the Mississippi and, binding him tightly to a log, turned - him adrift in the river. As the help less Indian floated away to his death he raised his eyes to heaven and cursed Benard, who, he declared, would die a violent death. The Indian's last words were a prophecy that within 200 years the waters which were then bearing him away would sweep from the earth every vestige of the town, so that only the name would be left The unhappy girl died In the convent Benard was killed in 1712 in a duel. The last trace of Kaskaskia has been obliterated, and the superstitious de ilare that the Indian's curse has had something to do with the passing of the once flourishing town. On dark and stormy nights the ghost of the Indian Is said to appear. The specter, with strong arms bound and face upturned, floats slowly by on the river where the stream sweeps by the site of the van ished city In which Marie Benard once lived and in which she died mourning the red man that she loved. —Chicago Inter Ocean. He Knew Better. "Oh, John," she cried, "baby's cut a tooth!" "Aw, go 'way!" broke In little Willie, who was playing on the floor. "You can't cut a tooth! You may break It, but you can't cut it!" —Chicago Post Deep Sea Commnnlili. "That's about as bum a piece of ma rine architecture," said the starfish, Inspecting the hull of Noah's ark, "as ever plowed these waters." "Oh, I don't know," replied the bar nacle. "I'm a good deal stuck on it myself."—Chicago Tribune. Doe* Thla Explain Itf "Another theatrical company has been quarantined. There seems to be something contagious about these trav eling aggregations." " "Say, perhaps It's the 'catchy' songs they sing."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. In and Ex. "Do you think that genius is moved to exert itself by Inspiration?" "Sometimes," answered the very se rious young man, "but oftener by the expiration of the period for which rent has been paid."—Washington Star. A Blow From Behind. "One winter, when things were rath er slow iu New York city—lt was just before John L.'s time"—said tlje old pu gilist, "we made up a little party and hired a hall In one of the fishing towns not far away. We advertised a prize of ?10 for any one who could stay on his feet against our men for five rounds. It was safe money, although when two or three of the boats came in at the same time we had all we could handle. "But one night a fellow as big as the »lde of a house came along, and we smell ed trouble. We put him up against the heaviest man In our par -1 ty, who, though he only tipped the scales at ISO pounds, had two good hands and a head lhat you couldn't hurt with a pile-driver. But the stran ger was no slouch, and at the end of the fourth round we began to worry about the tonm-r. "The ring was on the stage at the front of the hall, and at the rear of the stage there were two windows. So I says to our man as I sponged his mouth, 'Work him over to one of the windows.' "It wasn't no easy Job, but he did It before time was half up, and as the duffer backed up near the window he got a crack in the head from behind that dumped him In a heap. That's the way we saved our ten. I "But the funny part of It Is that our champeen had caught the local guy on the Jaw the same moment, and wo could never persuade him that It wasn't himself that secured the knock out."—New York Sun.
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