VOL XXXVIII BARGAINS -IN BOOTS, SHOES AND RUBBER GOODS BICKELS If you want the biggest values for your money ever offer ed come to this sale. A grand opportunity to get good solid footwear at a big saving. . Ladies' Kangaroo-calf spring heel shoes $ oo Men's fine Satin-calf shoes 1-00 Boy's fine Satin-calf shoes 90 Men's double sole and tap working shoes 1.00 Boy's double sole and tap working shoes 90 Ladies' solid oil-grain shoes 90 Ladies' fine Dongola patent tip shoes 100 Misses' fine Dongola shoes °0 Ladies' fine serge Congress gaiters 35 Old Ladies' fino Dongola shoes 95 fine 0-' fi- RUBBER GOODS .-.'Hill--# Men's Storm King rubber boots Men's rubber boots (regular height ... 225 Bey's rubber boots Children's spring heel rubbers 10 1 . Men's felt boots and overs knit boots and overs ~.25 Boy's felt boots and overs l-®0 Youth's felt boots and overs •••• !•««> At »11 rimes a full stock of G key's hind-made bix-to- hut? and shoes. Gokey s higli-cnt c *T>t)er t shoes for boys and high cut wa* rpro-> f for «irls. Owvhn t- cM of s »le leather and shoemaVr* sup *1 tea. Hu Vir -tf.n l with four las: at 50c. . . Lai t , - so.fKcnt of I adies'.Qent's, Misses' and Children s leggius and overgalters. JOHN BICKEL, „> MUP MA. STREET. - BUTLER, I'A HUSELTON'S Autumn and Winter Styles IN FINE FOOTWEAR. First Fall Opening/today, on which occasion the handiwork of the foremost makers will be submitted to you for your inspection and criticism A comprehensive exhibit of everything that is new and correct for the feet of Man, Wonrca.. or Child. Every new shape, every de pendable leather, every point of style, and every feature of good shoe making fully developed in this great display. MEN'S NEW FALL SHOES at fi.oo, WOMEN'S NEW FALL SHOES at ft.25, $1.50. $2 00. $ 2 00 an< l $3 °°* MEN'S FINEST FALL SHOES at WOMEN'S FINEST FALL SHOES s2*so, $3.00, s"*.so and $4,00. at $3.00, #3-5° an #4 °°- MVS' SCHOOL SHOES |..00. SH ° ES " •i.is- ♦»•!» and s2.co. ■ MISSES> FINE SH OES at $1.25,51.50 YOUTHS' SCHOOL SHOES at 90c and s 2 00< Ji.oo, $1.25 and fi-50. High cut or reg- CHILDREN'S PALL SHOES at 50c, ular hetgnt, all sizes and widths. g_ c aU( j HUSELTON'S BUTLER'S.LEADING HOTEL TOWRY SHOE HOUSE. HOI EL I-OWK* Our Specialty is Trimmed Hats. ( /*■ We save you monotony in styles, an" ,be P ric, " s are astonishingly low. pu^ Y VV. / vB styiisli and of choice materials. The customers and the prices will please all. CgjggJ Our prices canuot he duplicated in the Rockenstein's, MILLINERY EMPORIUM. 318 Scutb Main Street. - - Butltr, Pa KECK Fall and Winter Weights. * 1 E Have a nattiness about them that /j. • j J f' l\ mark the wearer, it won't do to fjJ k Ik jA wear the last year's output. You AJ'v V* f\ won't get the latest things at the P A%y 1 In stock clothiers either. The up-to- L l\\ |C7 yjj date tailor only can supply them, . A r \ I iJ[fl jif you want not only the latest ]/ j 1/1) If ft things in cut and fit and work -11/ fill manship, the finest in durability, II II I where else can you get combina ij L •J'l 11 I tions, you get them at K E C K G. F. KECK, Merchant Tailor, 42 North Main Street All Work Guaranteed. Butler, Pa Removal Notice! C. F. T. Pape, Jeweler and "Watchmaker* Will be found on and after April Ist at 121 East Jefferson street, opposite G. Wilson Miller"s Grocery Store, Butler, Pa. Subscribe for the CITIZEN THE BUTLER CITIZEN. Vi he Oyref&at Cares J p Coughs? & \ Golds, / j§ Grippe, (k Whoopinp A«*hrr.o. f Ercnchitis and Incipient /< W Consumotion, !s g | Tue German (h. V C.ur« avti \vir.a cl. Gandies^u I Prepared in manj color tints A to harmonize with ear- ■J2 A rounding* in dining *1 lAEJ JOk \ room, drawing room, \ bed room or hall. Sold / JRB|M e ro. Made oS™ CATARRH AND IIE.M.ING CCKE FOR ftv CATARRH p#i|3 Ely's Cream Balm kT yfeve,? %#® Easy and pleasant to nt> Contains no in jnrious drug. Qaw Ir is q iickly absorbed. Gives Relief at once. It Opens and Cleanses . , —, the Nasal Passages. PAI H l(\i HFA IJ All ays 111 llaraniation. vVt W 1 IlknU Heals and Protecra the Membrane. Restores the Senses of Tasie and Smell. Large Size, 50 cents at Drnggicts or by mail; Trial Size, 10 cents by mail. ELY BROTHERS, 50 Warren Street, New York. m w Are h $ You N »1 Healthy? N al If you carc to ba strong V J WA and vigorous and have on Jk™ your cheek the glow of WA fA perfect ncalin, talre k'T 1% JOHNSTON'S Pi fj?j| Beef, Iron and Wine the "true tonic" which WA W M combines in a pleasant Llj form the valuable riutri- WA j tions tonic and stimulat- L'V ' i; 3 ing properties of its in- wj Pf Price, 50c a pint. Prepared a.id S'»ld only at fML Johnstons H (4 Crystal $ Pharmacy, fi H. 51. LOGAN, Ph. G.. l Manager, g* 1 106 St., Butler. Pa S V /r$ Both 'Plumes. A j Everything in the drug-line. J VOU WANT A PIANO OR ORGAN? If n>-now U your time to art ICHT BARGAIN AT HAMILTON'S. fl.ie Oak or Walnut Organs at S3O te $3& Hamilton Organs, 9 and tt «top% S4O to $45. Magnificent Hamilton Organs, 9 to II stepa^ SSO to S6O. Bcatiful ESTEY ORGANS from $35 to ssot HAMILTON PIANOS. Special drive on abMU (SO To close out this lot we h»»e col pdowia half—your choiou ton J2BO to MS. A. B. CHASE PIANOS. The Matchless A. B. C(mm rn«ns CnqnesUon&UlT Uu Hum pUMi fm world. About 25 tl last UN ttjit of ALMOST COST. II rou would Mrs tICO to KM g | Piano, write at oaae to HAMBUnnL Xrery tittnMt KBf. CtH or wrrte ft* MMHI OMdDgM» S. HAMILTON, | «35-7 Fifth A venae, A. M BERKIMER, Funeral Director. 45 S. Main St. Butler PA. BUTLER, PA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER ISOI WHEN SHE COMES HOME. Wb?n she comes home again, a thousand w*y§ I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome. Shall 1 tremble — yes, And tench her, as when first in the old days I touched her girlish hand nor dared upraise Mine eyes, such was my faint heart's sweet dis tress. Then silence, and the perfume of her dress; The room will sway a little, and a haze Cloy eyesight—soul sight, even—for a space. And tears—yes! And the acne there in the throat t To know that I so ill deserve the place ' Her arms make for me, and the sobbing note I stay with kisses ere the tearful face I Again is hiddeu in the old embrace. —James Whitcomb Riley. p^;o«o-o ; o-oo-o-c-o?o*:os>9 I A WILD RIDE I i ? 0 It Was Made by a Veteran En- O gineer and a Fireman. A O'O-OiO-O'O -GO -O'O-Oi&d&tO It was in Colorado, on one of the wildest and roughest railroads I know of. I was fireman on 07, which was used in the passenger service. She had the largest drivers on the road, and they only measured forty-eight inches in di ameter. Matt Irwin was the engineer. Sixty-seven had just been housed aft er a run. I was' filling the oil cans and Matt was hauling off his overalls when Mr. Fox. the superintendent, climbed into the cab. After a few commonplace remarks he said abruptly: "Matt, there's been a big mistake made in the higher offices —but that is not for us to criticise —and there is but one way to rectify it." Here the superintendent's voice drop ped to a whisper. "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars in gold has got to be in B before midnight, to con nect with the eastern express, and you are the man selected to take it through." Old Matt showed his astonishment with his eyes, but never opened his mouth. The superintendent merely glanced at me and, turning to Matt, continued: "A lone engine might create suspi cion, so we'll make up a wild freight. They'll all be empties. Back down to the offices before you couple on, and we'll put the safe under the coal in the tender." That was all. He jumped off and dis appeared. For some time Matt and I sat staring at each other. Then he slid off his seat and said: "This won't do! Supper, Harry; sup per! We haven't much time to lose. It only lacks a few minutes of 6. Be back before the quarter." The wind was whistling among the cars, whisking the dust and papers about, while In the south a big black cloud was coming up, resplendent with chain lightning. Altogether the night promised to be unusually bad. I was back on time, but Matt was there before me. He had lighted the shaded steam gauge lamp and stood scanning a small piece of pasteboard. "What do you make of this, Harry?" he asked as I climbed up beside him. "I found it pinned to my cushion." On it was scrawled with a lead pen cil the words: Danger! Eon't pull the wild freight tonight if you value }'< !.R lives. A THUE FRIEND. "1 niftke rrnrat some one beside tho -Buperintenilent and us knows of it," I replied, the cold shivers beginning to chase each other up my spinal column. "There's dAnger ahead!" "Aye, there is danger ahead, mj boy." And old Matt spoke softer than 1 had ever heard him before. "If you want to"— "I'll go where you lead," I replied quickly, knowing what he was going to say. "Then we'll go through if it takes the wheels out from under! Riug up the wipers!" And, without waiting for the hostler to run the engine out, old Matt backed her on to the turntable, where the wipers swung her around, and then we backed down to the offices, where four trust}' men soon had the square safe under the coal. A few minutes later we were coupled on to a half dozen empty freight cars and a caboose. "There's- your orders!" cried Jimmy O'Connor, the conductor, shoving up the yellow sheet of tissue paper. Old Matt looked them over, and we began to move out of town. "We've got a clear track," he said, looking across at me, and then he drew up the corners oJ his mouth, and I look for a quick run. Before we reached the outskirts of the town the rain began to come down in a perfect deluge. Great drops fell, mixed with hail, and in such quantity that the dry drains were soon transformed into rag ing creeks. The wind howled and shrieked above the rumble of the train and threatened to lift G7 off the rails. When the tele graph poles began to snap off, Matt's face began to lengthen. "Good night for wash overs," he said, "and wash overs are as bad as wash outs!" It was all down grade, and all the steam used was to run the air pump. J had only to keep the fire alive. Eight miles down we ran past a small station where a freight train was side tracked. It had perhaps a dozen cars. Just before we reached it I saw a man dart in between two of the cars to escape the headlight. I thought him either a trainman or a tramp, but have since changed my mind. We were half way down the Haver sack grade, with a straight stretch of track and a long curve before us, when Matt looked across and said: "I'm afraid the little pasteboard was only a scare. If"— There was a flash of light behind, the rattle of coal and Bo)) Duncan, th the riv er. We were very u< .".r ':<» the bottom now. where iii ' '. i iMowed the river. r. - : l *!•*• « : • :i.« :- \. ;• c.:::. oacd not to r..:i . v P.ecu • per hour. IV.i unit' s v. ere i.. i re.-.; :ei .1 that night. V.'e \\ e '-r i:..r y miles per h.jur v.i.ca a h of I .riilniug show- -1 me r>::g f cars co: :i::g a: . e . blazing bo\ was en :;ieuM>. .i. s.de and invis ible. Old >.! : gave «:7 the si.-nm so sud denly she seemed :o j :J j > from under us. lint the . ..aav.:; -as i.ot more than I . If a r lie b and was coin in;,' w.iii the .speed > i a tornado. There was i ! 0 ge11'.:..; out of the way. In a niomei:: it woniu he on us. I im agined I cor.id see Ihe black mass com ing down on us in Ihe darkness, when P heavy rumble was heard, followed by a tremendous crash. The rain had loosened the rock and dirt overhai: :!rg the t:.ick aiyl it only needed the jar of 07 to >et it in motion. Something like 1.000 tons of debris rolled on to the track directly behind us. and into this those runaway cars piuuged. But we did not tiud this out until aft erward. Matt kept 07 up to what was a tremendous speed on that track. She plunged aud rolled and rang her bell continuously. A dozen times I thought we were going into the river. We pulled through all right, but that was my last trip. When I got off the engine, my hair was streaked with gray and now it is white as snow. For some time it was thought that the runaway cars had broken loose, but the company became suspicious and had the case looked into, with the re sult of running down some tough char acters, who finally confessed to cutting them loose with the Intention of ditch ing us between Haversack grade and the bottom and securing the treasure. Old Matt has retired from the road, but I do not think that either he or I shall ever forget the run of 07. Young Men as Authors. Keats was dead when just a little over his twenty-fifth year. Shelley wrote "Qfieeu Mab" -it Sweaty and the "Prometheus Unbound" aud the "Ode to the West Wind" at twenty-six. By ron startled the town with "English Bards aud Scotch Reviewers" at twen ty-one and at twenty-four "woke up ind found himself famous" by the pub lication of "Childe Harold." Burns was but twenty-seven when he was the lion of the season in Edinburgh. Camp bell published his "Pleasures of Hope" at twenty-two. Chatterton was not eighteen when he finished his life's work. The great Shakespeare himself was famous when little more than a youth, and the same is true of the Shakespeare of France, Victor Htigo. Aud Goethe, by the bye, was known to all Europe at twenty-four. Scott, on the other hand, was more leisurely. He made no serious effort as an author till he was over thirty, and he was over forty when "Waverley" was given to the world. And Thack eray also was verging on twoscore be fore "Vanity Fair" established his rep utation.—Critic. A Mixed GutlierinK. "Isn't it • mixed crowd?" asked time, de Pompadour of Mme. de Stael at the garden party on the Styx. "Yes. indeed." blithely s responded Mine, de Stael. "But what could you expect? All shades of society are here-" —Baltimore American. Why All CloeU Was Slow. There is an Italian fruit dealer, with a well stocked store near one of the suburban railway stations, who has adopted a unique device, and one which shows a deep knowledge of hu man nature, to hold his own in com petition with another dealer, whose stand is some fifty yards nearer the station than his own. A commuter was leisurely peeling a banana in his store the other day when the Italian remarked: "You gotta fiv' minute before your train." "No; twenty," replied the commuter, glancing at a big clock on the wall. "Tliata clock fifteen minute slow," said the Italian. "I keepa it slow. Peepl' used come in a-liere, looka at clock, getta excite, go way, not buy. Time to buy at Pedro's stand, uotta here. Now keepa clock slow, get mucha trade. No, I not letta peepl' miss train. 1 tella them after they buy de banan'."—New York Commer cial Advertiser. Insect Plsgnea. The insect plagues of summer are no matter of jest. Man must strive with them as he strives against the other hostile forces of nature. He must fight the Hessian fly or thp crop will not be garnered, lie must fight the wee vil or the grain will perish in the bins, he must fight the artqy worm or the cattle will starve in the pastures, he must fight the tent caterpillar and the borer or his forests will wither and the streams disappear. The entomologist, therefore, wages the war of civilization against forces all the more terrible be cause of their minuteness and apparent Insignificance.—St Louis Globe-Demo crat. He Liked It. Wife—How do you like my new hat? Husband—flie Idea of paying b'g prices fop- Wife—Big prices! Why, I made It tuyself. Husband—Dm—yes—or—as I was say ing. the idea of paying big prices for such monstrosities as the milliners are showing! Now. your hat is a work of art. Looks as if it came from Paris. Beautiful, my dear!— New York Week ,y. i Extravagance is not always alto gether bad It leads a people who are making money to thrust It into circu lation instantly aud thus give the -needy a grab at it.—Galveston Npwß BOWSER, THE XIMKOD HE TAKES A DAY OFF AND GOES HUNTING. Hln Sad Experieuce on the Marnlies, Where He liu«2 Gone to Shoot the Fextive Suipe, and What Happened When He Retarned Home. [Copyright, 1001, by C. B. Lewis.] "And now what is it?" asked Mrs. Bowser as Mr. ltowser came home the other evening with a gun case under his arm. "Nothing but a little healthful recre ation tomorrow," he replied as he care fully stood the case in a corner. "Have you got a gun in there?" "I have. It's a shotgun I borrowed to go snipe hunting with Green tomorrow. Have you any objections to my taking a day off?" "Of course not. but it seems strange that you should go hunting. I didn't Nil! If/, w jl'Jf II WB ggk i /mi, |.l sY "I GO FORTH TO HUNT SXIPK." suppose that you had ever fired a gun in your life." "No? Well, when I bring home a bushel of snipe tomorrow night you'll suppose something else." Nothing more was said until after dinner, and then Mrs. Bowser queried: "Where do you go after snipe?" "Oh, down the marshes," he replied. "But what is a snipe?" "A snipe? Do you mean to tell me that you have lived to be 40 years old and don't know what a snipe is? That's the way with women, however. A snipe, as I will inform you, is a bird." "Well, it's neither a buzzard nor a bluebird. It's—lt's a snipe. It flics over marshes and is good eating. Snipe on toast is a dish for a king." Mr. Bowser talkod very confidently, but lie had never seen a snipe, alive or dead. He had read of them, and Green bad added enough to make him enthu siastic. Mrs. Bowser wanted to know lots of other things about the birds, but he choked her off in time to save his prestige. He got to bed early, so as to get an early start, but his dreams were snipe haunted. At midnight he yelled out and almost rolled out of bed, at 2 o'clock he got up to look out of the win dow and listen for the notes of birds, at 4 o'clock he was up to look at the weather, and at G he dressed and went down stairs to load his gun. Green was to be along at 7. and Mr. Bowser had bolted brpakfast aud was waiting at the gate before that hour, but It was lb t>e disappointed. His friend had some Important business pop up and couldn't * a "Then you'll call It off, of course? paid Mrs. Bowser as she was told pf the situation. "Not at all," he replied. "I set this day to go after the snipe, and 1 shall go just the same. I'm off In ten min utes." "But I wish you wouldn't," she plead ed. "You don't know anything about snipe hunting, and you'll be sure" — "Stop right there!" interrupted Mr. Bowser. "I go forth to hunt the snipe, and I'll come home with a basketful or bust my suspenders. I'm not going to be embraced by a boa constrictor or paten by an alligator. Nothing will happen except that we'll have snipe on toast for breakfact—fat, juicy snipe." With that he was off with the gun on his shoulder and three small boys and a dog trailing behind. At the cor ner his retinue left him. however, and he took an electric car for the country. He wanted to get a line on the snipe as soon as possible, and so he asked information of the conductor. The con ductor wanted to be agreeable and aid In building up the suburban line, aud so he replied that the snipe were so thick Just beyond the terminus that farmers were killing tbem with clubs. Mr. Bowser caught his breath and felt sorry for poor Green and chuckled Aloud as he pictured Mrs. Bowser's chagrin when he arrived home with a wagonload of birds. He set off bravely and at last struck a marsh. He looked warily around him for snipe, but realized after a minute that a bird of brains would be hidden away where the grass was highest and thickest. There was,water in the marsh. There were also horseflies, blackheads and mosquitoes, and as Mr. Bowser plow ed along they settled on him like a dog a bone aud got in their bites. He jiad sweat his suspenders, filled hia shoes with water and torn half the brim off his straw hat before he got through the marsh, and the biggest thing he had scared up was a bumble bee. On the farther side of the marsh he came across a farmer in a potato field, and he approached him say: "I'm out after snipe, but I don't think I've 6truck the right spot. They hang around the marshes, don't? they?" "They dew," replied the farmer as he straightened up to rest his back. "Yes, the gaul darned things hang around the marshes and keep up such a chatterln that you sometimes can't hear yourself think." "But I don't see any around." '.'That's 'cause they've gone over to that marsh to the west. They alius go about this time of day to feed. You jest go over there if you want to plunk 'em by the million." Mr. Bowser's lost exultation returned to him, and there was a song in his heart as he climbed the fence and fe!\ in and out of a ditch and made ills way Into the larger marsh, ne splashed his way through 1 water and toiled along dVer beds of dry grass with all the In stincts of a hunter on the qui vive, but nothing offered. Something was about to offer, he felt sure, when a thumping big fuilfrog that was lurking in a damp spot jumped against him with a smash and at the same instant a wan dering horsefly about as big as a robin crashed against his ear and tried to bite it all off at once. When Mr. Bow ser finally emerged from that marsh. It was to come again upon that same old farmer In his potato field. He had tramped for two hours in a v'U'cie, "Didn't ,-it ,uiy, eh?" queried the Carmer as lit Waned on Ills lioe. "I was fhinkin after you'd gone that I ought to have sent you over this way. That's where the snipe all appear to git to gether about this time of day," "I wag told th.t they were plenty fhis sc'Htud, 1 ' »aid Mr. Bowser, as hope rekindled again "Millions of 'em, but they don't alius stay in one place. Try this other marsh." There was more water hi this marsh, also more mosquitoes and horseflies, but Mr. Bowser plunged In with a stout heart and looked upon a fall into a ditch or a tumble into the grass as all In the day's work. It was only after he had tumbled along for an hour without raising a bird and had come out on the old farmer for the third time that hU choler arose and he yelled out: "See here, you blamed old idiot! I am back again!" "I declar' if you ain't!" replied the toiler. "Why, you must be lopsided to walk In a circle this way!" "You are a liar! I came down hero after snipe." "Yes, you said so." "And I've waded around for five long hours and not seen a blamed one." "Shoo! Shoo!" "And I don't believe there's oue In the s'ate." ' "Gosh all tishhooks. but I dunno. un less they've all crawled into a holler log to git out of the sun. I've heard that they do that when it's purty hot. Yes. that mix be it. bnt if you'll hang < you'll find 'em all tlyin around and waitin to be plunked." The ear which conveyed Mr. Bowser f .in the sv.pe grounds to the town a! o conveyed a cross eyed, bowlegged I a;: who on a back seat and quoted ; y li was poetry relating to sun . fly bites : : 1 Kirpe hunting. There were -I!) v and the end of . vc'Si- left tiu- hunter in a ditch ».:• <:s his <:-.se in the grass. The pas sengers applauded at the right spots, a-nd class. An extra mmi about 25 to 50 Ci-uit. u. made for these seats, according J to distance. The other day, just as a train was about to leave Kutas, in Hungary, for Palfalva, an official anp?i»iva and put seals on the wheels of the engine. The had to get off and walk. The eenipany was 29C crowns in nr rt-ars In payment of taxes. Nest day the taxes were paid, aud the train pro ceeded. PRACTICAL IRRIGATION. A rinn I'iir u Forty Vcro l'nrm—The I.ovation of lAlorila. Irrigation has become a live question j In every part of the country, ami many are ou the lookout for practical Infor mation ou its various points. The lo cation of the laterals furnishes au op portunity for the irrigator to show his skill. Discussing this feature in a re cent publication, Messrs. Johnson and Stannard make some recommendations as follows: It may be impossible to properly lo cate the main laterals at first, and sup plemental laterals and dikes may have to be constructed. Before the crops can be harvested these temporary chan- f A POT A roes S~4AT£S 6**D£N SACHES