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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.
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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.