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Capital f.2,000,000.00
In every department
of banking the
Mellon
National BanK
is prepared to serve you
in a satisfactory
manner.
514 Smitbfield Street
Pittsburgh, Pa.
First Showing
Of New Fall and Winter Clothing!
For weeks everyone about this establishment has been on the
jump, making and arranging our immenfe Fall and Winter
stock. We have now ready
A regular feast
of new and beautiful things in Men's, Boys' and Children's
wear. We are especially proud of our men's
Suit display
We have the best suits, made by the best makers we know
anything about. It would take colu Tins of talk to do them
justice. Compare our suits with any to be had anywhere
workmanship for workmanship—garment for garment
thread for thread,
Then compare prices.
Do this and you will buy your fall suit here.
Schaul & Nast,
LEADING CLOTHIERS AND FURNISHERS.
137 South Main St., Butler.
THE AUTUMN BUYING
Is now in Full Swing.
and our store is full of good durable footwear at rock bottom
prices, don't fail to look this store over and examine prices be
fore buying your winter stock of footwear as we are offering
keenest inducements for your trade.
You'll be surprised at large selection, delighted
with the qualities and more than pleased with our
money saving prices.
School Shoes for the Boys and Girls.
Never in tbe history of the shoe bnsiness in Bntler has there been HO I
large and strong a WII? of echool shoes shown and at such ridiculously H
low prices. All heights of tops, all weights of leather, nil widths, all
shapes of toes in bntton or lace and all marked at bargain prices.
Ladies' Fine Shoes
We have been appointed exclusive agents for the ftirnons Dorothy
Dodd fine shoes for Ladies. This line of shoes is being handled by the
leading shoemen all over the conntry and the sale of this very popular
shoe has been phenomenal; besides having a foil line of the Dorothy
Dodd shoe we carry a large line of the well known K D. & Co. and
many other leading makes of Ladies' fine Hhoes which makes this store
the best place in Butler Co. to buy fine shoos.
Hen's Fine Shoes
Yju will find here the largest stock and greatest variety of styles in
Men s fine shoes to befonnd in Bntler Co. All the new toes, all the new
leathers, all sizes and widths in the very best make* of Men's fine shoes
in the conntry, snch as WALKOVER, W. L. DOUGLASS and many
other of the leadidg makes of Men's fine shoes. f
Rubber and Felt Goods.
Do not fail to see our line of Rubber and Felt Goods
before buying your Winter stock as it is the most com
lilete stock ever shown in Butler and at prices never be
ore offered in Butler county. Come in and ezmine
goods and prices? whether you want to buy or not.
C. E. MILLER,
I The Patrician Hhoe at st.so. the best for the Ladies J
P The Hanan. the best sh<»e for men at $5 00. C
Ladies' fine shoes $1 50, 92.00, <62.50, fli.OO, in nil leathern, high and Q
j medium tops. I
f Men's fine shoes, $2.00, $3.50. 'H), 00, f I 00, $.">.00 and flai.OO. I
J Heavy shoes in oil grain and kangaroo calf for Lsdies' and 'louts'. J
V A full line of school shoes. V
2 Large line of leggiris and overgaiters. I
# NEW RUBBER GOODS, C
\ DAUBENSPECK & TURNER, \
\ NEXT TO SAVINGS BANK. S
10ft 8. Main Ht.
KECK
Fall& Winter Weights
Have a nattiness al>out them that /\ if f\
mark the wearer, it won't do to rl faj L Nth f i l\
wesr the last year's output. You Ft l?n \ \r'J I jj cV
won't get the latest things at the | '/ Jj ' &~<fy Vj
stock clothiers either. The up-to I/ \ lt~/ H
C. date tailor only can supply them, . . f { If l\\ id
.if you want not only the latest I ! » / f/X" Irr,7 if
things in cut and fit and work- * J ill « |
m-n»hip, the finest in durability, If '//// I
where e'se nan you get combiua- i If J I I
Hons, you get them at _ 6 Ik Ij j lit
KECK *
G. F. KECK, Merchant Tailor,
42 tyorth Main Street All Work Guaranteed Sutler, Pa
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
Nasal
CATARRH
In a;; iu stage* JN/
Ely's Cream Balm \ ' P/M
c'.uanses, soothes and he*;? { / m
tlie d.swd men.brane. 1
It carta catarrh and drives
away a cold in the bead
quickly.
Cream Balm i§ placed into the nostrils,spreads
over the membrane and is absorbed. Relief is im
mediate and A care follows. It is not drying—does
not produce sncez njj. Size, 50 cents at Drug
gists or by mail; Trial Size, 10 cents.
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Johnston's
Pi M
Beef, Iron and Wine
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> £ Best Tciiic Sj
|1 and
FS Blood Purifier. j
kl Price, 50c pint. '
k Prepared and
only
\Johnston's 1-1
i L * Crystal U
Pharmacy. H
11. M. LOGAN, Ph. O ,
Manager, Vi
ICS N. Main Bt., liutler,
fiolh 'Phone* V i
Everything in the
drue line. VJ
jJ
Just • Arrived
Early
Fall
Goods
Jll Latest
Coronation Suitings;
Also
Black and White
Novelties.
Wedding Suits a
Specialty.
Call and examine before leaving
your order for suit.
COOPKR,
Leading Tailor,
With Newton,
Piano Man.
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Till; SELECTION OF O LASH EH
Ih not one in which pentonnl tante
and fancy can alone dictate. Yon
niHHt allow yonr optician, after a
thorough t<-«t of yonr eye«, to «i vc
yon a lenne that nuita yonr partico
lar cane, if yon have eye tronble of
any kind, call on nx aud yon will
Ket the ri«ht treatment. Examina
tion fruo.
We aiHo »t-ll -
E'liwon and Victor I'lionoirraphrt,
Eaotman and i'aco CanieraH,
Photo Hnppliea,
Wanhbnrn Marnhjlins anil Onitarw.
R. L. KIRKPATRICK,
Jeweler and Graduate Optician
Neit to Court House
L. S. McJUNKIN
Insurance and Real Estate
Agent.
117 K. JBFPHRSON.
BUTLER P .
BUTLKR, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1902
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The scuttle in the roof of the farm
house opened slowly, and a girl's head j
appeared. As she held up her face to }
the evening breeze, her fair skin, yel
low hair and delicate features made
lur appear like some fair.t star just
glun ting above the horizon.
A young man with a scytl(e over his
shoulder crossing the lane below the
barn looked up toward the house. See
ing the girl, he stopped, straightened
his shoulder* as though he half expect
ed her to speak and to speak himself,
then walked on with lagging steps and
disappeared below the orchard where
the brook flows into the woods.
Mary leaned her arms on the edge of
the scuttle and looked out. The S J t air
from the gan—t blowing in gusts past
her face was like a twitch at her
sleeves reminding her of the household
she had left below.
She was the only one who had not al
ready gone t* bed. It was harvest
time. They were cutting the wheat in
the meadows, and all day the hum of
the reaper had come up from the
broad, white fields where the men
were at work. Since dawn the house
bad been buzzing with lively toil, but
now the day's work was ended.
In the front room off the porch the
farmer and his wife were asleep. They
had gone to bed Immediately after sup
per, and while Mary had sat in the
pouch she heard their low voices talk
ing over the potato crop and the grain,
their drowsy words growing fewer,
slower, until at length they sank away
and ceased, while yet the bobolinks
were skimming over the meadow and
the red of the sunset lingered.
Across the gate her married brother
and a neighbor had talked politics.
Mary had heard their nasal voices al
ternating like the wooden balls tossed
by a Juggler. In the south chamber
Just under the attic her sister-in-law
had been putting her children to bed,
the creak, creak of the rocking chair
as it swayed over an uneven board
dimly audible through the silent house.
In the attic under the roof slept her
little brother Bob, dreamless, tired and
contented at the end of his long sum
mer day.
Down In the kitchen yard the turkeys
and chickens had gone to roost In the
apple trees and the grape arbor, cluck
ing and twittering in sleepy protest
against the awkward ones as they set
tled themselves together.
In a few moments It had grown
very still and dark.
The girl on the house top drew a
long breath and leaned her head back
agalust the edge of the roof. It was
only 8 o'clock, and the faint yellow
twilight lingered on the border of the
summer night. A new moon hung low
over the crest of the woods. The west
wind brought up the hot smell of
ripening cornfields, and a bat darted
out of the orchard In swooping cir
cles against the clear night.
From her eyrie above the treetops
the farm buildings, the neighboring
houses, the fields and lanes, even the
wide post road, looked <iulte Kmall and
cheap, Hkn a toy village. The country
side In Its Irregular checkerboard of
pasture, corn and woodland, pale yel
low with the wheat stubble, somber
green where half ripened orchards
spread, marked here and there by a
Cluster of roofs, a spire that told a
hamlet In the hills, became signifi
cant only in tho mystery of distance
as it mounted toward the hills and
ended at last in one vnvt, gray, sealike
level against the trackless sky. Mary
looked at It all as one upon whose
mind the meaning of these familiar
scenes had Just begun to dawn—these
fields, the chickens she must pluck,
the bread she must make, the rasp
berries she must preserve, all grouped
themselves before her In a coherent
scheme of life. From dawn till dark,
each day alike, cooking, washing, pre
serving, holding the bables-tbe bur
dens of each side were hers. So far
she had carried them unthinkingly, un
questionably. It was only the lot of
every farmer's life.
Tonight she was unusually tired. To
escape a feeling of restlessness she had
determined to go to bed. It was re
freshing to He in the cool darkness. But
before she reached tho top of the attic
stairs she felt the dry heat of tho sun
baked roof. The great, timbered space,
dark with its age blackened beams and
scantly windowed twilight, held a
strange odor of cedar shingles, of an
cient leather trunks, of musty papers.
In the solemn dusk the candle lost Its
told glare and drooped to a wavering
spark, eyed by the glimmering gray
panes of the gable windows high under
the ridge.
Tho two chimneys, llkenuge stone
giants whom she had been feeding all
day, stooped over her as they towered
toward the roof, reminding her of to
morrow's kitchen work.
As Mary sat on the edge of her cot,
thinking of these things, she looked up
vaguely. A star, the first In the pale
night, shone through the window upon
her, clear, unwinking, pensive, holy.
A lock of hair loosened by the wind
floated softly across her cheek like the
kiss of unseen lips. For tho first time
In her life she felt the restless longing
for some good of which she was Igno
rant. What was It her simple, sweet
existence lacked? Had she not every
thing that a girl could ask-father,
mother, food and shelter, a place in
the world? What else had any one?
The aged farmer and his wlf»—those
two good people fast asleep without a
thought In their nightcaps beyond the
potato crop; their daughter-in-law, tho
men at work in the fields, all those de
fHiiilenl on *ll e great harvests, on the
I ..in! itil farm; were I hey not happy,
comeiib'd, unquestioning? Was she not
happy too? Ilnd sin' anything to com
plain of, to regret, to wish for?
Suddenly out of the hush came the
cry of the whippoorwill, that piercing,
mournful voice of the vacant, wind
blown fields, or meadows flowering un
seen and far away. It thrilled her like
a pain. It stabbed her through and
through and cut her to the heart with
its questioning, solitary call, hidden In
Hie twilight of tin- woods.
She had heard it b<> often, year after
year, like the robin and the lark. Nev
er had It sounded so loncl;*, so friend
less and apart. A strange longing
swelled up ill her breast; tears filled
her eyes. The yars of her life, with
their simple tasks, their ambitions,
hopes and dreams, came to her like
some vast tidal wave upon a sunny
shore, withdrawing In a long resound
ing sigh at the absence of some un
known Joy. She stared through the
warm darkness toward tho edge of the
woods outlined against the evening as
though one should try to read the soul
of a silhouette. Then she dropped her
face In her hands for a single minute.
At •> o'clock In the morning Mary
was In the garden picking the vegeta
bles for dinner. The sunshiny, dew
' fresh day. the beans and cabbages in
their prim symmetry, the tall scarlet
hollyhocks nodding against the fence,
made the experience of the night be
fore very remote and visionary.
As Mary reached the end of the row
of peas she pushed back her sunbounet
and looked up; then fier song stopped
and she knelt silently.
A young man was standing on the
other side of the garden wall looking
at her. lie blushed as he met her
steady, smiling gaze. "Picking peas?"
* he asked. "You've got a lot, haven't
j you?"
"Yes. indeed; plenty this year. Have
you ?"
"All we can eat and more too. Get
ting old. though. How are these?" He
crossed the wall and stood beside her.
"Yours are pretty tender yet." He tore
off another pod. "Shan't I help you?
Two can work lietter than one."
"Oh. thank you; you needn't bother."
Yet she smiled at him.
"Oh. I like to do this. I'll take the
inside of the row."
"It's very kind of you," she an
swered. looking ui> at him sweetly.
How brown and strong and sinewy
he had grown since he had begun to
work in the harvest fields. She had not
seen him for a long while, not since
they were in school together. She was
looking at him again when be glanced
up and caught her eyes. This time
they both blushed. They said nothing
for some time. Mary picked busily,
and the boy whistled half to himself.
They were beside each other, with
nothing between them but the slender
trellis of pea vines, enough to give the
boy courage to say. "Did you hear the
whippoorwill last night?"
Mary felt a flash that made her
nerves tingle.
"Oh, did you, too?" she exclaimed,
then stopped, abashed at her own
eagerness. How could Alvy under
stand the confession she had made to
a whippoorwill just because it was un
seen? "Where was it?" she asked,
with all the carelessness she could
summon.
"Down in the wood lot about half
past 8. I was coming home 'cross lots
back of your barn; been up at the oth
er farm all day."
They were picking slowly now. How
pretty Mary was with her braided yel
low hair, her rose pink ears, her
smooth lidded, down drooping eyes!
The ruifle of her apron, with its crisp
curves, seemed meant to hedge her
cheeks from kisses.
Alvy felt his heart throb dizzily. So
many words and thoughts went round
and round in his head that lie could
not say one. And there was the screen
of brush and vines between them.
The delicate film of green was strong
as a prison grille through which the
serene face of the girl glowed upon
him. Somehow their hands met upon
the same pods. Mary's trembled, then
lay still in his.
"I saw you up on the roof," whis
pered the boy. "You were listening,
weren't you?"
Mary nodded.
"Do you—do you like to hear It,
Mary? Do you like the whippoorwill?"
Mary's lip trembled. "I don't know.
I guess so."
"Because he —he loves you, Mary."
"Mary, Mary, where arc you?"
The two In the garden sprang up as
the shrill voice called from the kitchen.
As the boy leaped over the fence Into
his own orchard Mary looked after
him. From the trees among which he
disappeared came clear, low and sweet
the call or the wlrtppobrwiflT
The Model Army of the World.
What army was the strongest of its
lime? Judging by results, the I to/nan
army was so from Ihe fifth century
IS. (J. onward until the division of the
empire. Its fighting organization was
as complete as and possibly more prac
tical than that of any army of today.
It was based on a territorial system
which maintained the comradeship of
locality without /ringing it into an
tagonism with that of tli'J corps, for
each of the thirty five Woman "tribes"
was required to furnish to each legion
four "centuries" of 120 men, each of
which worked together as a local unit.
The legion was divided Into live co
horts or battalions, of which three
were troops of the line, two were a
kind of militia and the fifth was a de
pot battalion. For r.lmost eight centu
ries the army thus constituted not only
conquered the thru known world, but
acted as explorers beyond lis limits,
and at the same time made and un
made kings and emperors iu Homo it
self. In modern times the Prussian ar
my, which won Sadowa and Sedan
and overran both Austria and France,
was* the strongest the world has
known/—London Answers.
Hlir Alone of All Indlnti Synnwx En-
Joy« Independence.
The Navajo woman, who has made
her tribe the most famous of all liv
ing Indl s by means of her great
and c.v Invention, the Navajo
blanket, occupies a social position of
great independence. Iler property,
rights are carefully respected. She
owns much of the wealth of the tribe,
and her children belong to her alone.
A woman may have hundreds of sheep
when she marries, and not one be
comes the property of her husband,
iicscent is traced through the* female
llDfWlt is a survival of tho primitive
matrlarchate.
The Navajo woman has no perma
nent. home. The progress of the tribe
has been greatly Imp'ded by lis dark
superstition that every death Is caused
by (Jhidde, the devil, and that evil
spirits linger about the dead body. Tho
house Is never occupied again. The
corpse is burled in the floor and the
house pulled down over It, and a Na
vajo would freeze before lie would
make a lire upon the logs or one of
these deserted heaps. So the Navajo
"hogan" Is a poor, temporary affair, a
mere circular hut of logs and stones,
with a hole In tin- roor tor tin 1 smoke
and a blanket for the door. In the
summer the Navajo woman loves to
move Into a brush wickiup, made of
grease wood boughs. There she sets up
her loom In the shadow of the rocks
and lives In the open air all summer.—
Chicago Inter Ocean.
Slnule Delia for llent Ilent.
If single beds were more numerous
than they are, a great many people
would !><• better off. When one Is
tired, sick, cross, restless, out of sorts,
he or she ought to sleep alone and not
communicate by proximity the mal
adies that affect him. The brute crea
tures when sick go away by them
selves till they die or get over their
troubles, anil this instinct a great
many human beings have. Those that
have It are best If Indulged In It, not
to the slightest degree of neglect, how
ever. Where two children In a family
must share tin- same room In a great
many cases they would be better off to
have two single beds rather than one
wide double bed. We can share a
great many things with those we love,
but* solitude rllugs lo us from birth t<»
death. We come Into flu- world alone;
we must go out of It alone, anil we
live In It alone, In ii certain Important
sense, and to get and keep our "bear
ings" we must sometimes tie left alone.
It Is good that we should be. Family
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2 TOM DAWSON,
i * Private Secretary I
< £
By W. 11. DURHAM £
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Copyright. 1901, by W. H. Durham
V T . T . T . T . T . V T ~ VV V . V TTT . T . T *
Thomas Dawson was private secre
tary to the head of a downtown whole
sale house. Old Jackson used to say
that the house could uot get along
without Dawson, yet that personage
had been in the employ of the firm
only a short year, was but twenty-four
years old and knew nothing of the
business when he entered. But he had
been a reporter and a good one. That
means, as everybody knows, that he
knew a little of everything in the
world and a great deal more. So when
he applied for a position with one of
the most unique letters old Jackson
had ever received the old man, after
struggling through a wilderness of bad
writing, broke into a hearty laugh and
sent for him.
"You think you can fill the position
that Is open, do you?" growled old
Jackson at Dawson when that young
gentleman appeared. "Do you know
that this is a most confidential place
and that, while knowledge of the busi
ness and lines we handle is not abso
lutely necessary, yet to a man of not
more than average intellect who is in
experienced the position is impossible?"
"Why, of course I can hold It. Do
you suppose I would come snooping
around here if I didn't think you need
ed me?"
Jackson had been so used to having
men quail before him, especially when
seeking a position, that this breezy an
swer floored him. But he liked it.
"Well, young man, 1 will just give
you ten minutes' trial."
It was nearly noon when Dawson
had presented himself, and he now
said:
"Very well. 1 will spend the ten
minutes getting luuch and then re
turn."
He was gone before the old man
could stop him. He left the door ojien
as he went out, a trick for which a
man had been tired only the day be
fore. Old Jackson seemed to shrink
into himself until he was almost sit
ting on his back, staring out the open
door at the stalwart back of his new
secretary as it went down the long
aisle and out the front door.
"Bang!" wcWt the old man's fist on
the bell. A huge negro, dressed like a
comic valentine, sprang Into the office.
"Dolefulness," roared the old man,
"did you see that young fellow go out?"
"Yes, sah; I saw him," said the
black.
"Well, when that fellow comes back
kill him."
Dolefulness disappeared as rapidly
as lie had come, and tbe old gentle
man went out to lunch. When he re
turned, Dawson was seated at a desk
looking over the mail which had Just
arrived.
"What the dev— Where's that Dole
fulness V"
"Who—the nigger V" said Dawson,
continuing to sort the mail. "lie's In
the closet."
With a bang the door of the coat
room In the old man's private office
hit the wall. Dolefulness, bound and
gagged, tumbled oil the floor.
"Well!" gasped Jackson, sinking Into
a chair and mopping his forehead, it
was 10 degrees below zero outside, and
he had been kicking at the firemen all
day. "What does this mean?"
"Oh, nothing," said Dawson. "The
nigger got kinder guy when 1 camo
from lunch, and 1 just put him on ice.
Shall I release liim?"
"Dolefulness," Jackson thundered
when the negro got on his feet, "what
docs this mean? Didn't I tell you to
kill this man if he came back again?"
"Yes, sah, yo' did, but ho seed mo
fust just as I was'goln' to hit him wid
my billy."
"What did he do?"
"Jest grabbed me by do collah; ho
held me wld one hand and tied me wld
the odder."
"Stand up," to Dawson. He saw that
the negro was a foot and a half higher
than his private secretary. "That'll
do, Dolefulness. You may go."
"Now, sir," said Dawson, "If you
will be so kind as to give me a word
or two of advice I will proceed with
business. I have stacked the letters
marked personal on your desk and sent
the others to the heads of the various
departments. Is that right?"
"Say, you—you, who's boss here, you
or me? How did you know who the
heads of departments were?"
"That's easy. I noticed the names of
them, together with their departments,
emblazoned iu box car letters on the
floors of their offices In the hall."
"Do you menu to tell me that you
have only passed down this aisle three
times aud know all the heads of de
partments by name?"
"Certainly. What else are my eyes
for?"
Jackson didn't answer. He looked at
his new employee a moment, took his
seat and began to open his mail. Daw
son picked up a paper Htld began to
read. Directly he said:
"By the way, Thomas."
"Yes, sir," said the new secretary.
"I wish you would go and tell Miss
Agncw, the stenographer I always
have, to come here. You may spend
the lime looking over the store. Come
back In an hour."
Dawson looked the store over from
top to bottom In that hour, lie Intro
duced himself to every man In the
place and brought n smile to the face
of each. A thinly veiled compliment
here, a well told hit of Ills newspaper
experience there, made every mini Ids
friend.
When he reached the office, Mr. Jack
fiou was gone, but on I'a w ins desk
reposed a note.
"Well," he said. "I guess It's Up to
me. I supposed from the way the old
man acted that he was going to keep
mo, but he concluded that he could
write belter than he talked after all,
and here Is where wow!"
Dawson had opened the envelope,
and the lust exclamation was caused
by the following:
Mr. linwson You Inivn Intruded your
«p|f Into I his IIIIIIT ami i liovi 't my nlK^er
("put Uiat Hi k 1 r," kli Js< it ion bad
l-ii'l In til" Kl riii»Kl;i ('lcri illto llli- closet.
Yon hiivi' iilno mnilo yourself fiimlllur
without any warrant or illricllon with
my whole store. You are retained at «
nullity, to lii'Bln with, of ir..iiiKi |>rr year.
I.HKN JAi'KHON.
All this had happened a year ago.
Now the old ninn was furious, lie ur*
rived at the store fifteen minutes early
utid cursed every man 111 the place
black and blue.
Dawson's first duty Iu the morning
consisted of sorting and opening the
mall, and he had so arraiigisl matters
with tho postman as to meet hlui at
the door, taking the mall to his desk
himself. That caused him to bo ready
for business as soon as tln r • was any
thing doing. lie foil .wed his plan
this uiortilug.
"(<ood morning, Mr. Jackson' lie
eaid cheerily as he took his seat. '"This
is certainly a tine day."
There came a gurgle from the old
man's throat, uot unlike a column of
water through a pipe too small. '"For
funerals," he at hist managed to say.
Dawson was used to this aud con
tinued to sort the mail. Finally he
took the personal ones across the room
and laid them on Mr. Jackson's desk.
"Thomas," the boss said, "take a
seat. I want to hold a heart to heart
conversation with you."
"Here's where I get it," sighed the
boy.
"My daughter" Dawson started
"has told me that you have proposed
marriage to her and that she has ac
cepted you. Is that true?"
"I never dispute the word of a wom
an, sir."
Mr. Jackson had been holding in
pretty well, hut this was too much.
"Do you mean to tell me that you
have dared"— Thus far he got and
choked. Sput. sput. sputter came from
his throat until Dawson said:
"Par-don me, sir, but some day that
fit will kill you."
The proprietor of millions sank in
his chair before this beardless boy.
"1 want you to go. sir! This instant
you leave my employ! Go!"
"Certainly, sir." was the reply. "But
before 1 go"—here he reached behind
his desk and produced the same rope
with which he had tied Dolefulness—
"just a minute."
He grasped Mr. Jackson by the col
lar. swiftly bound his hands, thrust a
handkerchief into his mouth and an
chored it with one abstracted from Mr.
Jackson's pocket, thrust him into the
c? >set which had proved so useful be
fore. locked the door, and Mr. Jackson
heard him whistle.
It was only an hour that the boss
had to stay In liis cooped up jail, but
it seemed a year. lie suddenly heard
the whistle again and was ready to
get down on his knees to his unruly
employee when the door suddenly
opened. He happened to be straining
upon it at the time and as a conse
quence fell headlong into the room.
He was quickly released by Dawson.
"That's all right, my boy," faltered
the employer. "1 won't tire you again
—not until I get a corps of policemen."
"That's all right, sir. If you desire
that 1 go now. I will do so; only"—and
lie poked his head out of the office
door and brought in the girl who was
at the bottom of the trouble "allow
me to introduce my wife."
The old man was too full for utter
ance. Finally he reached out and
grasped them by the hand. Fulling
one on each knee, he began to pat them
on the back, while a smile of content
ment stole ove.r his face.
Tlie Movement of Population.
If the progress of population had
been continuous from the remote peri
ods of antiquity, it is evident that the
numbers of mankind would be much
greater than they are, and the globe
would be already overstocked with hu
man beings. Hut other causes not less
mysterious In their operation have
checked that progress. Many of the
populous countries of antiquity have
become depopulated and apparently
unable to support life. It Is uncertain
whether at the present moment the
population of the globe is greater than
it was 2,000 or hi years ago. There
Is congestion in Europe. In India and
In China. There are Innumerable tribes
in central Africa on whom even the
slave trade makes no perceptible Im
pression.
Hut the vast plains of Asia, which
swarmed with men under the Assyri
an. Babylonian and Persian empires,
are deserted. The civilization of Eu
rope Is no longer threatened by the
eastern hordes which swept over the
Roman empire in the earlier centuries
of the Christian era. Hut that prodi
gious migration laid the foundation of
the states of modern Europe.—Edin
burgh Ucview.
Kniiolrnn nml 111. Hrllef.
Napoleon, man of iron though he
was, gave great credence to the tales
of the supernatural and was very su
perstitious. Hi' placed great faltli In
an amulet charm which lie always car
ried about with lilin. Another of his
superstitions was to hum the famous
air, "Marlborough s'en va-t'-en guerre,"
whenever he mounted his charge for
battle. Strangely enough, at the hour
of his great conflict M. de Las Cases
tells us that the dying man hummed
the old air. The Empress Josephine
shared her husband's belief In magic,
all the more because the predictions
made to her In her creole childhood
were fulfilled to the letter In a manner
calculated to Impress even tbe most
hardened skeptic.
A Ponr Oinipllinptit.
"People don't often Insult you when
they mean to be gracious," said an art
ist the other day. "Insults are the cre
ations of 111 nut (ire and not mere mat
ters of words. Hut I had an experi
ence that made me laugh and yet Irri
tated me."
"Homebody take one of your snow
scenes for a spring landscape?" In
quired an amiable friend.
"No," replied the artist; "this was
not a matter of professional pride. A
tradesman sent me a bill in which ho
ii u1111"i11ia11 y charged me only about a
third of what 1 owed hlui."
"Thought he slo«sl a better chance
of getting It. I suppose," Interrupted
the facetious frliHid.
"Now, hold on. Hilly, and let me tell
the story. Well, that was the second
time lie had scut a bill for less than I
owed, and I wrote him a note calling
his attention to the error. This morn
ing I got a li tter from him Iu which
Im? 'thanked me for my honesty.' A
inn ii may thank you for your courtesy
or for your kindness, but when he
11 in Tit i you for being honest It Is nil
Insult. One might us well praise a
man for not beating his wife."
\ C'l ii on l»>i r >ll hi*.
A very curious old mine with many
romantic associations Is that at Ouin
dlo. In the l ulled Slates of Colombia,
where cinnabar, the ore of mercury,
has liei'ii wrought from the time of
the earliest Spanish explorers, almost
2UO years iiko. nl ii spot 10.000 feet
above the sea. Its locality Is further
remarkable as being one of the wet
test places on the globe It Is excep
tional for the ra III to cease throughout
the greater part of the year.
lii i* t> .* it mlv •• I. mien I.
"Vfh, m Mttiil the si.pniiiu In the rliolr
loft, "relitlon Ii at. 'lutcl.v free and
without price."
"And yet." grumbled the Imsso pro
fuiido, "II I ' ;d- red quite the thing
to make a cloak of that cheap mate
rial " Ito It illlOl'e New s.
Too Mnrli.
(T i l IHilni you Uuil Charlie Cas
tl.'t' n 100 In Vf
M.-itiil i k', nl I 'ii v so I didn't mind
tils l.i -in.: nic luit I thou, lit it uas too
ii ie Ii Win n lc at I.< • I lie to be Ii h wife.
Life.
4* Soon n« I'IIMIIIIII.
IMm i \. .i lei. I.i lie i napkin.
\*. lilei Ii ,i i ioiih nl. nil give you
ihe 1,1 I me tii.it LS» vacant. I'mston
SIAHMVC*IIDEM
BITTER ROT OF APPLES.
lt«Kffectn on Tree and Fruit—Winter
and Summer Remedied.
Hitter rot is a disastrously destruc
tive disease upon the apple fruit. It
has prevailed at times over a very
large area of the territory of the I'uit
ed States, but is especially liable to oc
cur south of the thirty-ninth parallel
of north latitude. In Illinois in 11)00
the l 'ss iu four counties was estimat
ed to be $1,500,000 and as great pro
|M>rtionally to the acre in orchards else
where.
The disease in the fruit can be easily
identified. It begins in one to many
CANKEIIED I.IUD, WITH DISEASED AITLCS.
brown specks anywhere upon the un
broken skill of the apple, and each
point of infection enlarges so as to be
come a very distinct dark colored circu
lar and somewhat sunken spot, beneath
which the tissues are dry (never soft
and watery) and tough. Great num
bers of pustules so small as to lie
scarcely visible to the unaided eye ar
ranged In close concentric circles cover
all but the outer border of the discol
ored s[ ot and give to the surface a
roughened appearance.
When the air Is sufficiently moist,
each conlcally shaped point opens by
breaking through the skin of the fruit
and discharges a little pinkish mass
of mucilaginous or waxy substance
well seen under a lens. Each spot may
remain distinct, or several on an apple
may run together so as to form an Ir
regularly shaped, depressed patch.
The whole fnilt at length becomes
shriveled into an angular, hard body
called a "mummy."
The pinkish or reddish material from
the spots lu the fruit is composed of
myriads of spores. These cannot be
distributed by the wind because they
arc held together aud to the fruit by
an adhesive substance which, however,
is very soluble in water. The spores
ere carried In splashes of rainwater or
may be distributed by Insects. The
fungus lives over winter In the old,
dried fruits (mummies) and In wound
like Infected spots called bitter rot
cankers on the limbs of the tree. The
tlrst infection of the season apparently
comes from the cankers and can be
traced on the young apples spreading
below these in cone shaped figures In
the trees, where the spores have been
carried by rain. The disease goes slow
ly from tree to tree*ln an orchard,
probably through the agency of Insects.
In July and later where the disease
has not become widely spread search
should be systematically made in the
orchard for Infected trees as deter
mined by tli«' spots on the apples. This
can best be done from an elevated posl
tlon like the platform of a spraying
outfit. If diseased apples are found,
the Infecting canker or mummy should
be looked for Just above the uppermost
of the spotted fruit. The canker and
A IllTTKll HOT CANKKIt.
Infected fruit should be removed, tak
ing care not to distribute the Infection
In the process. This Is of the utmost
Importance If the contagion Is to be
stopped.
In the winter time the mummies and
I inkers can be removed or the fungus
destroyed by spraying the trees with
copper sulphate. The disease can be
kept In cheek during the summer by
repeated applications of bordeaux mix
ture. Illinois University Agricultural
nulletln.
A New Corn Hunker.
Many attempts havo been made to In
vent a machine that will busk the corn
direct from the standing stalk, none
of t hem particularly successful. Homo
recently patented machines are men
tioned by Orange Judd Farmer as
promising, and among tliem Is one In
vented by a Nebraska mail. There has
been only one specimen of It in exist
ence, but two others are to be avail
able this fall, lty means of two largo
spiral colls on either side of an eleva
tor projecting beyond the wagon tongue
the corn Is gathered from the stalk or
from the ground If the ear happens to
be down and Is run Into a busker In the
front end or the wagon box, which de
posits the ears iu the wagon anil blows
Ihe husks through a pipe to the rear,
where tliey are saved Iu bags If de
sired. lu tests made last fall, It Is
claimed, corn was readily taken out of
u soft miimW six Inches deep.
THE COW AND THE MILK.
When MI! k la Thin, Feed Right Annjr
l-'rom the Silo,
Milk may be too rich in fat often for
delicate stomachs, Just as sklmiullk
mliy be too rich lu protein to please the
taste that lias been grossencd by using
whole milk. This trouble Is to be rem
edied not by skimming the milk and
thus destroying the equilibrium of
solids, but by simply adding water to
the whole milk. Tills operation Is ful
ly understoiMl by those dairymen who
furnish milk to the cities where the
average stoma eh cannot stand the pure
milk.
There are cows that will do the part
of dilution to almost any desired ex
tent even to the Ulldeslrcd extent of
making their milk so poor that the
long suffering city consumer rejects It.
Against this kind of cow* there are
many of u* who claim tlint producing
water through the cow Is too expen
sive for dairy economy, and moreover
their milk never knew anything but
poverty, while the watered rich milk
preserves i's distinctive character of
having seen belter days. I saw one of
these accommodating eons sold at a
public sale last week She was a per
feet animal, a picture. She was In the
No 44
bands of a dealer and to be sold fop
the high dollar. The dealer explained
that she was from pedigreed stoel;. but
that the ltabcock test had recently be. a
adopted at the creamery patronized
by h« 'r former owner and this cow had
to go. She is now operating for a
creamery where the milk is not bought
by test.
Benin feeding right away from the
silo, unless the pasture is very rich r.ud
abundant and the cows are In heavy
flesh. If there is any later corn being
saved for soiling, cut it and put in
silo, it is worth more as silage than
it Is as corn, and if you don't believe
me -k the cows. It is poor business
feeding to allow the cows to go under
fed or get poor this fall to save the si
lage for next winter. Play for wliat'a
on the board. The needs of the cows
are Vcsont needs better meet them
now than try to recover the loss later.
The world may come to an end toward
spring and silage will be no use then,
but not till then.—W. P. McSparran in
National Stockman.
A l.i-a<liiiK I'otato.
Sir William is a handsome looking -
potato. At the Ohio agricultural ex*
pertinent station it lias kept its place
during the past Ave years among the
THE 8111 WILLIAM I'OTATO.
ten leading varieties in i>oint of yield,
ranking close with Sir Walter Raleigh.
It yielded 225.5 bushels per acre in 1801
and averaged 245.4 bushels per acre
for the five years preceding.
A Ten Yeara" >Vheat Test.
Thirty-four differently named sorts
of wheat have been grown In compara
tive test at the Ohio experiment sta
tion for ten years past. One of these—
Peuqulte's Velvet Chaff—is used as a
standard of comparison, and for this
purpose is grown on every third plot of
the series, and the other sorts are val
ued as their yields rise above or fall
below those of the Velvet Chaff plots
between which they lie. In the ten
year average the Mealy heads the list
with an average yield of four and one
eighth bushels per acre more than that
of the Velvet Chaff. Poole and Red
Russian, which are synonyms of tlio
same variety, come next, with yields
ranging from three and one-third to
three and three-quarter bushels per aero
above that of the Velvet Chaff. Har
vest King is also I'oole wheat recently
Introduced under a new name. Gypsy
has yielded three and three-quarter
bushels and Early Ripe three and a
half bushels per acre more than Velvet
Chaff.
Thr lleat Farm Vifai.
The best form of farm wagon Is one
With axles of equal length, broad tires
and wheels thirty to thirty-six Inches
high In front and forty to forty-four
inches behind, according to the Mis
souri agricultural station.
What Others Sax.
Give yourself a shakeup on the silo
question right now. Do not let the sea
son go by without examining into the
workings of some one near or far who
Is using a sift).
Not many years ago farmers thought
that it made cattle tough to stand out
through the cold iUys of winter, shiv
ering from head to foot. Most folks
know better now.
While It Is not advisable for every
fanner to have a cold storage plant of
his own, there is still room for much
development and co-operation among
farmers along this line.
Gasoline engines lighten farm bur
dens. They are easy to run and will
drive all sorts of farm and household
machines.
1 logs and corn constitute a combina
tion unsurpassed as a wealth producer.
Early pork brings the best price. Ilo
gin to fatten now.
TWO CASES OF TYPHUS.
Story of It TurUUli Doctor and •
Modifl«-«l I'reaerlptlon.
Mr. Oscanyan In his book, "The Sul
tan and Ills People," says that a Turk
ish physician was called to visit a man
who was very ill of typhus fever. The
doctor considered the case hopeless,
but prescribed for the patient and took
his leave. The next day, In passing by,
he inquired of a servant at the door If
his master was dead.
"Dead!" was the reply. "No, he Is
much better."
The doctor hastened upstairs to ob
tain the solution of the miracle.
"Why," said the convalescent, "I was
consumed with thirst, and I drank a
pailful of the J nice of pickled cab
bage."
"Wonderful!" quoth the doctor, aud
out came the tablets, on which bo
made this inscription: "Cured of ty
phus fever, Mchetned Aglia, an uphol
sterer, by drinking a pailful of pickled
cabbage Juice."
Soon after the doctor was called to
another patient, a yaghllkgce, or dealer
In embroidered handkerchiefs, who was
suffering from the same malady. lie
forthwith prescribed "a pailful of pic
kled cabbage Juice."
On calling the next day to congratu
late his patient on his recovery ho was
astonished to be told that tho man was
dead.
In Ids bewilderment at these phe
nomena lie came to the safe conclusion
and duly noted It In his memoraudu
Hint "although In enses of typhus fever
pickled cabbage Juice is an efficient
remedy It Is not to be used unless tho
patient be by profession an upholster
cr."
Tlx- Oil or or Death.
A London physician of large practice
asserts that owing to his extremely
sensitive sense of smell he can foretell
the coming of death forty-eight hours,
lb- says that when a patient conies »
within two days of death a peculiar
earthy smell Is emitted from the Isidy.
When the fatal disease Is slow In Its
progress, the odor makes Its appear
a nee as inueli as three days before
hand, but when the dlseaso Is of tho
galloping kind the doctor says ho re
ceiver much shorter warning lie at
tributes the smell to mortification,
which begins within the body before
life Is extinct.
1 ioj; . are thought to havo this sense,
for limiting hounds have been observed
to begin a mournful baying a day or
livo before their masters died.