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    VOL. XXXXI.
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ire. J. E. ZIMMERMAN!
[FALL ANNOUNCEMENT^
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< > New Fall Separate Skirts for Ladies and Misses
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All Dress Goods, Millinery and Trimmings priced less than
' 'where. Quality always the best. .
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Has received his Fall and Winter samples,
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Overcoats from the best to the cheapest.
He is a practical tailor, does his own cutting, ~
superintends his own work and guarantees fit ■*'
and quality.
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BICKEL'S AUGUST SALE.
Many Interesting Bargains
In Seasonable Footwear.
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Men's $4.00 and $5.00 fine shoes reduced to $3.50
Men's $3.00 and $3.50 fine shoes reduced to 2.25
Men's $2.00 fine vici shoes reduced to - - 1.50
Men's $1.50 fine satin calf shoes reduced to 95
Ladles' $1.50 fine Dongola Oxfords reduced to 90
Boys' $3.00 fine patent leather shoes reduced to 2,00
Boys' $1.50 fine satin calf reduced to - - 95
Youths' $1.25 fine calf shoes reduced to 85
Ladles' $3.00 fine hand-turn shoes reduced to 2,00
Ladies' $1.50 patent tip shoes reduced to - - 85
Child's 75c fine Dongola shoes to - - 45
Infants' 35c soft sole shoes reduced to - 19
Ladles' fine serge slippers reduced to - - - 24
Balance of our stock of Oxfords to be
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BUTLEIL. PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 11. 1904.
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CHATTER XVIII.
A IVUEI. BY MOONLIGHT.
<ETW y: T KN' Hamilton, after running
kMI some distance, saw that he
Kf W 'was gaining upon Alice and
would soon overtake her. ii
added fresh energy to his limbs, lie
had quickly realized the foolishness of
what he had done In visiting the room
of Lis prisoner at so late an hour In
tli« night. What would his offic- rs and
men think? To let Alice escape would
be extremely embarrassing, and to be
seen chasing her would give good
ground for ridicule on the part of hi-;
entire cociuiand. Therefore his first
thought, after passing through the pos
tern and realizing fully what sort of
predicament threatened him, was to re
capture her and return he* to the
prison room in the blockhouse without
attracting attention. This now prom
ised to be an easier task than he had
at first feared, for in the moonlight,
which on account of the dispersing
clouds was fast growing stronger, he
saw her seem to falter and weaken.
Certainly her flight was checked and
took an eccentric turn, as if so ml' ob
struction had barred her way. He
rushed on, not seeing that as Alice
swerved a man intervened. Indeed,
he was within a few strides of laying
his hand on her when he saw her make
the strange movement. It was as if,
springing suddenly aside, she had be
come two persons instead of one. But
instantly the figures coincided again,
and in becoming taller faced about and
confronted him.
Hamilton stopped short in his tracks.
The dark figure was about five paces
from him. It was not Alice, and a
kword flashed dimly but unmistakably
f:i a ray of the moon. The motion vis
ible was that of an expert swordsman
placing himself firmly on his logs, with
his weapon at guard.
Alice saw the man In her path just
in time to avoid running against him.
Lightly as a flying bird when it whisks
itself in a short semicircle past a tree
or a bough she sprang aside and
swung around to the rear of him,
where she could continue lier course
toward fhe town. But in passing she
recognized him. It was Father Beret,
and how grim he looked! The discov
ery was made In the twinkling of an
eye, and its effect was instantaneous,
not only checking the force of her
flight, but stopping her and turning
Her about to gaze before she had gone
3re paces farther.
Hamilton's nerve held, startled ns he
tvas, when he realized that an armed
man stood before him. Changing the
rapier, wliSch he held In his riyht
f.tnd, over into his left, he drew a
r.mall pistol from the breast of his
coat and fired. The report v;as sharp
and Toud,"but it caused no uneasiness
or inquiry in the fort owing to the
fact that Indians invariably emptied
their guns when coming into the town.
Hamilton's aim, although hasty, was
not bad. The bullet from his weapon
cut through Father Beret's clothes be
tween his left arm and his body, slight
ly creasing the flesh on a rib. Beyond
him it struck heavily and audibly.
Alice fell limp and motionless to the
soft, wet ground, where cold puddles of
water were splintered over with ice.
Sho lay pitifully crumpled, one arm
outstretched in the moonlight. Father
Beret heard the bullet hit her and
turned in time to see her stagger back
ward with a hand convulsively pressed
over her heart. Her face, slightly up
turned as she reeled, gave the moon a
pallid target for its strengthening rays.
Sweet, beautiful, its 'rigid features
flashed for a second and then half
turned from the light and went down.
Father Beret uttered a short, thin
cry and moved as if to go to the fallen
girl, but just then he saw Hamilton's
sword, pass over again into his right
hand and knew that there was no time
for anything but death or tight. The
good priest did not shirk what might
have made the readiest of soldiers
nervous. Hamilton was known to be a
great swordsman and proud of the dis
"lt'B you, is itf"
tinetion. Father Beret had seen him
fence with Farnsworth in remarkable
form, touching him at will, and in min
istering to the men in the fort he had
heard them talk of the governor's in
comparable skill.
A priest is, in perhaps all cases but
the last out of a thousand, a man of
peace, not to be forced into a fight,
but the exceptional one out of the ten
hundred it is well not to stir up if you
are looking for an easy victim. Ham
ilton was in the habit of considering
ever}' antagonist immediately conquer
able. His domineering spirit could not,
when opposed, reckon with any possi
bility of disaster. As he sprang toward
Father Beret there was a mutual rec
ognition and—we speak guardedly—
something that sounded exactly like an
exchange of furious execrations. As
for Father Beret's words, they may
have been a mere priestly formula of
objurgation.
The moon was accommodating. With
a beautiful white splendor it entered
a space of cloudless sky, where it seem
ed to slip along the dusky blue surface
among the stars, far over in the west.
"It's you, is it?" Hamilton exclaimed
between teeth that almost crushed one
another. "You prowling hypocrite!"
Father Beret said something. It was
not complimentary, and it sounded sul
phurous, If not profane. Remember,
however, that a priest can scarcely
hope to be better than Peter, and
Peter did actually make the slmon
pure remark when hard pressed. At
ail events. Father Beret said something
with vigorous emphasis, and met Ham
ilton half way.
Both men, stimulated to the finger
tips by a draft of imperious pas-ion,
fairly plunged to the inevitable con
flict. Ah, if Alice could have seen her
beautiful weapons cross, if she could
have heard the fine, farreaching clink,
clink, clink, while sparks leaped forth
dazzling even in the moonlight; if she
could have noted the admirable—nay.
the amazing—play as the men. reg.iin
ing coolness to some extent, gather- d
their forces and fell cautiously to the
deadly work, it would have been
enough to change the co!tl shimmer of
her face to a flash of warm delight.
For she would have understood every
feint, lunge, parry, and seen at a glance
how Father Beret set the pace and led
the race at the beginning. She would
have understood, for Father Beret had
taught her-all she knew about the art
of fencing.
Hamilton quickly felt, and with a
sense of its strangeness, the priest's
Easterly command of his weapon. The
surprise called up all his caution and
cleverness. Before he could adjust
himself to such an unexpected con
dition he came near being spitted out
right by a pretty pass under his guard.
The narrow escape, wbile it put him on
his best mettle, sent a wave of super
stition through his brain. He recalled
what Barlow had joculaily said about
the doings of the devil-priest or priest
devil at Boussillon place on that night
when the patrol guard attempted to
take Gaspard Boussillon. Was this
Indeed Father Beret, that gentle old
man. now before him, or was It an
p.veuging demon from the shades?
The thought flitted electrically across
his mind, while he deftly parried,
feinted. lur.ged, giving his dark antag-
Diiist all he could do to meet the piny.
Priest or devil, he thought—he cared
not which—he would reach his vitals
presently. Yet there lingered with him
a haunting half fear or tenuous awe,
• hich may have aided, rather than
Hindered, his excellent swordsuiau
ihio.
l*iderfo«t it was slushy with mud,
water and ice, the consistency varying
from a somewhat selid crust to pud
dles that half inundated Hamilton's
boots and quite overflowed Father
Beret's moccasins—an execrable field
for the little matter in hand. They
gradually shifted position. Now it
was the governor, then the priest, who
had advantage as to the light. For
some time Father Beret seemed quite
the shiftier and surer fighter, but (was
his age telling on him?) he lost per
ceptibly in suppleness. Still Hamil
ton failed to touch him. There was a
baflling something In the old man's
escape now and again from what ought
to have been an Inevitable stroke.
Was it luck? It seemed to Hamilton
more than that—a sort of uncanny eva
sion. Or was it supreme mastery, the
last and subtlest reach of the fencer's
craft?
Youth forced age slowly backward
in the struggle, which at times took
on spurts so furious that the slender
blades, becoming mere glints of acicu
lar steel, split the moonlight back and
forth, up and down, so that their meet
ings, following one another in a well
nigh continuous stroke, sent a jarring
noise through the air. Father Beret
lost inch by inch, until the fighting was
almost over the body of Alice, and now
for the first time Hamilton became
aware of that motionless something
with the white, luminous face in pro
file against the ground; but he did not
let even that unsettle his fencing gaze,
which followed the sunken and dusky
eyes of his adversary. A perspiration
suddenly flooded his body, however,
and began to drip across his face. His
arm was tiring. A doubt crept like a
chill into his heart. Then the priest
appeared to add a cubit to his stature
and waver strangely in the soft light.
Behind him, low against the sky, a
wide winged owl shot noiselessly
across just above the prairie.
The soul of a true priest is double;
it is the soul of a saint and the soul of
a worldly man. What is most beauti
ful in tbis duality is the supreme cour
age with which the saintly spirit at
tacks the worldly and so often hero
ically masters it. In the beginning of
the fight Father Beret let a passion of
the earthly body take him by storm.
It was well for Governor Henry Ham
ilton that the priest was so wrought
upon as to unsettle his nerves; other
wise there would have been an evil
heart impaled midway of Father Be
ret's rapier. A little later the saintly
spirit began to assert itself, feebly in
deed, but surely. Then it was that
Father Beret seemed to be losing agil
ity for awhile as he backstepped away
from Hamilton's increasing energy of
assault. In his heart the priest was
saying: "I will not murder him. I
must not do that. He deserves death,
but vengeance is not mine. I will dis
arm him." Step by step he retreated,
playing erratically to make an opening
for a trick he meant to use.
It was singularly loose play, a sort
of wavering, shift}-, Incomprehensible
show of carelessness that caused Ham
ilton to entertain a doubt, which was
really a fear, as to what was going to
happen, for, notwithstanding all this
neglect of due precaution on the
priest's part, to touch him seemed im
possible, miraculously so, and every
pluu of attack dissolved into futility
in the most maddening way.
"Priest, devil or ghost!" raged Ham
ilton, with a froth gathering around
his mouth. "I'll kill you, or"—
lie made a lunge when his adversary
left an opening which appeared abso
lutely beyond defense. It was a quick,
dexterous, vicious thrust. The blade
leaped toward Father Beret's heart
with a twinkle like lightning.
At that moment, although warily
alert and hopeful that his opportunity
was at hand. Father Beret came near
losing his life, for as lie sidestepped
and easily parried Hamilton's thrust,
which he had invited, thinking to en
tangle his blade and disarm him, he
caught his foot in Alice's skirt and
stumbled, nearly falling across her.
It would have been easy for Hamilton
to run him through had he Instantly
followed up the advantage, but the
moonlight on Alice's face struck his
eyes, and by that indirect ray of vision
which is often strangely effective he
recognized her lying there. It was a
disconcerting thing for him, but he
rallied Instantly and sprang aside, tak
ing a new position just in time to face
Father Bo ret a£sin. A clilU crept up
hls'bnck. The horror which he couUl
not sliake oIT enrnzed him bey -iul
measure. Gatherinsc fresh energy, he
renewed the assault with desperate
■Readiness, the lii;l:est product of abso
lutely molten fury.
Father Beret felt the dangerous ac
cess of power in his antagonist's arm
and knew tliat a crisis had arrived.
He eouhl not be careless now. Ilere
was a 6wordsman of the best school
calling upon him for all the skill and
strength and cunning that he could
command. Again the saintly element
was near l>eing thrown aside by the
worldly In the old man's breast. Alice
lying there seemed mutely demanding
that he avenge her. A riotous some
thing In his blood clamored for a
quick and certain act in this drama by
moonligkt, a tragic close by a stroke
of terrible yet perfectly fitting justice
There was but the space of a breath
for the conflict in the priest's heart,
yet during that little time he reasoned
the ease and quoted Scripture to .him
self.
"Doniine, percutimns in gladio?"
rang through his mind. ("Lord, shall
we smite with the sword?'")
Hamilton seemed to make answer to
this with a dazzling display of skill.
The rapiers sang a strange song above
the sleeping girl, a lullaby with corus
cations of death in every keen note.
Hamilton pressed, nay rushed, the
fight with a weight and at a pace
which could not last, but Father Buret"
withstood him so firmly Hi at he made
no farther headway. He even lost
some ground a moment later.
"You Jesuite hypocrite!" he snarled.
"You lowest of a vile brotherhood of
liars"*
Then he rushed again, making a
magnificent show of strength, quick
ness and accuracy. The sparks hissed
and crackled from the rasping and
ringing blades.
Father Beret was in truth a Jesuit
and as such a zealot, but he was not a
liar or a hypocrite. Being human, he
resented an insult. The saintly spirit
in him was strong, yet not strong
enough to breast the indignation which
now dashed against it. For a moment
it went down.
"Liar and scoundrel yourself!" he re
torted, hoarsely forcing the words out
of his throat. "Spawn of a beastly
breed!"'
Hamilton saw and felt a change pass
over the spirit of the old priest's move
ments. Instantly the sword leaping
against his own seemed endowed with
subtle cunning and malignant treach
ery. Before this it had been difficult
enough to meet the fine play and hold
fairly even. Now he was startled and
confused, but he rose to the emergency
with admirable will power and clever
ness.
"Murderer of a poor orphan girl,"
Father Beret added wMh a hot concen
trated accent, "death Is too good for
you."
Hamilton felt nearer his grave than
ever before in all his wild experience,
for somehow doom, shadowy and form
less, like the atmosphere of an awful
dream, enmlsted those words, but he
was no weakling to quit at the height
of desperate conflict. He was strong,
expert and game to the middle of his
heart.
"I'll add a traitor Jesuit to my list
of dead," he panted forth, rising again
to the extremost tension of his power.
As he did this Father Beret settled
himself as you hare seen ;» mighty
horse do in the home stretch of a race.
Both men knew that the moment had
arrived for the final act in their im
promptu play. It was short, a duel
condensed and crowded Into fifteen
seconds of time, and it was rapid be
yond the power of words to describe.
A bystander, had there been one, could
not hare seen what was finally done or
how It was done. Father Beret's sword
seemed to be revolving—lt was a halt)
in front of Hamilton for a mere point
of time. The old priest seemed to
crouch and then make a quick motion
as if about to leap backward. A
wrench and a snip, as of something
violently jerked from a fastening, were
followed by a semicircular flight of
Hamilton's rapier over Father Beret's
head to stick in the ground ten fee',
behind him. The duel was over, and
the whole terrible struggle had occu
pied less than three minutes.
With his wrist strained and his fin
gers almost broken, Hamilton stumbled
forward and would have Impaled him
self had not Father Beret turned the
point of his weapon aside as he low
ered it.
"Surrender or die!"
That was a strange order for a priest
to make, but there could be no mistak
ing its authority or the power behind
It. Hamilton regained his footing and
looked dazed, wheezing and puffing
like a porpoise, but he clearly under
stood what was demanded of him.
"If you call out, I'll run yon
through," Father Beret added, seeing
him move his lips as If to shout for
help.
The level rapier now re-enforced the
words. Hamilton let the breath go
noiselessly from his mouth and waved
his hand In token of enforced submis
sion.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
be demanded, after a short pause.
"You soem to have nie at your mercy.
What are your terms?"
Father Beret hesitated. It was a
question difficult to answer.
"Give me your word as a British
officer that you will never again try
to harm any person not an open, armed
enemy in this town."
Hamilton's gorge rose perversely.
He erected himself with lofty reserve
and folded his arms. The dignity of a
lieutenant governor leaped into him
and took control. Father Beret cor
rectly Interpreted what he saw.
"My people have borne much," he
said, "and the killing of that poor child
there will be awfully avenged if I but
say the word. Besides. I can turn
every Indian in this wilderness against
you in a single day. You are indeed
at my mercy, and I will be merciful if
yon will satisfy my demand."
"I am willing to give you my word."
he presently said. "And let me tell
you," he went on more rapidly, "I did
not shoot at her. She was behind you."
"Your word ns a British officer?"
Hamilton again stiffened and hesi
tated, but only for the briefest space,
then said:
"Yea, my word as a British officer."
Father Beret waved his hand with
Impatience.
"Go, then, back to your place In the
fort, and disturb my people no more.
The soul of this poor little girl will
haunt you forever. Go!"
Hamilton stood a little while gazing
at the face of Alice with the horrible
wlstfulness of remorse. What would
he not have given to rub his eyes and
find it all a dream?
He turned away, a cloud scudded
across the moon, here and yonder in
the dim town cocks crowed with a lone
•oine, desultory effect.
Father Beret plucked up the rapier
that he had wrenched from Hamilton's
hand. It suggested something.
"Hold!" lm called out. "Give me the
scabbard of this sword."
Hamilton, who was striding vigor
ously In the direction of the fort.
turned about as :he priest hastened to
blni.
"Olvs me the scabbard of this rapier.
I want If Take It off."
The command irai not gentle voiced.
t hoarse half whisper wing d every
f.ord with an imperious threat.
Hamilton obeyed. Ilis hands were
not firm. His fingers fumblt d nervous
ly. but he hurried, and Father Beret
Boon had the rapier sheath <1 and se
cured at his belt beside its mate.
A good and true priest is a burden
bearer. His motto is. Alter alterius
onera portate (Hear ye one another's
burdens!. His soul is enriched with
the eastoff sorrows of those whom he
relieves. Father Beret scarcely felt
the weight of Alice's body when he
lifted it from the ground, so heavy was
the pressure of his grief. All that her
death meant, not only to hi;u. but to
every person who knew her, came into
his heart as the place of refuge con
secrated for the indwelling of pain. He
lifted her and bore her as fir toward
Boussillon place as he could, but his
strength fell short just in front of the
little Bourcler cottage, and, half dead,
he staggered across the veranda to the
door, where he sank exhausted.
After a breathing spell he knocked.
The household, fast asleep, did not
hear, but he persisted until the door
was opened to him and his burden.
Captain Farnsworth unclosed his
bloodshot eyes at about 8 o'clock in
the morning, quite confused as to his
place and surroundings. He looked
about drowsily with a sheepish half
knowledge of having been very drunk.
A purring in his head and a dull ache
reminded him of an abused stomach.
He yawned and stretched himself, then
sat up. running n hand through his
tousled hair. Father Beret was on
his knees before the cross, still as a
statue, his clasped hands extended Hp
ward.
Farnswortli's face lighted with rec
ognition, and he smiled rather bitterly.
He recalled everything and felt asham
ed. humiliated, self debased. He had
outraged even a priest's hospitality
with his brutish appetite, and he hated
himself for it
"I'm a shabby, worthless dog," he
muttered, with petulant accent. "Why
don't you kick me out, father?"
The priest turned a collapsed and
bloodless gray face upon him, smiled
in a tired, perfunctory way, crossed
himself absently and said:
"You have rested well, my son. Hard
as the bed is, you have done it a com
pliment in the way of sleeping. You
young soldiers understand how to get
the most out of things."
"You are too generous, father, and I
can't appreciate it. I know what I de
serve, and you know It too. Tell me
what a brute and fool I am. It will
do me good. Punch me a solid jolt In
the ribs, like the one you gave me not
long ago."
"Qui sine peccato est, primus la
pidem nilttat," said the priest. ("Let
him who Is without sin cast the first
stone.")
Just then some one knocked on the
door. Father Beret opened it to one of
Hamilton's aids.
"Your pardon, father, but,, hearing
Captain Farnswortli's voice I made
bold to knock."
"What Is it, Bobby?" Farnsworth
called out.
"Nothing, only the governor has been
having you looked tor In every nook
and corner of the fort and town. You'd
better report at once or he'll be having
us drag the river for your body."
"All right, lieutenant. Go back and
keep mum; that's a dear boy, and I'll
shuffle into Colonel Hamilton's august
presence before many minutes."
The aid laughed and went his way
whistling a merry tune.
"Now I am sure to get what I de
serve, with usury at 40 per cent in ad
"Surrender or die!"
vance," said Farnsworth dryly, shrug
ging his shoulders with undissembled
dread of Hamilton's wrath. But the
anticipation was not realized. The
governor rece'lved Farnsworth stiffly
enough, yet in a way that suggested
a suppressed desire to avoid explana
tions on the enptain's part and a repri
mand on his own. Alice's white face
had impressed itself indelibly on his
memory, so that it met his inner vision
at every turn. He was afraid to con
verse with Farnsworth lest she should
come up for discussion; consequently
their interview was curt and formal.
It was soon discovered that Alice had
escaped from the stockade, and some
show of search was made for her by
Hamilton's order, but Farnsworth
looked to It that the order was not
carried out. He thought he saw at
once that his chief knew where she
was.
Hamilton's uneasiness, which was
that of a strong, misguided nature try
ing to justify itself amid a confusion
of unmanageable' doubts and misgiv
ings. now vented llself in a resumption
of the repairs he had been making at
certain points in the fort. These he
completed Just in time for the coming
of Clark.
[TO BE CONTINUKU.]
An Eilrnordlnnry Memory.
At the Giessen congress on psychol
ogy Professor Mueller of Goettingen
told of a certain Dr. K. who within a
few seconds was able to work out the
square of any number of five figures
given to him. He was also able to
learn by heart and repeat a row of
figures In number within twelve
and a half minutes. Professor Muel
ler asserted that no such memory for
figures had ever been known, the rec
ord having been 204 figures In seventy
five minutes.
Onion SamlwlchM.
Onions eaten raw, with bread and
butter, make a capital complexion
clearer and nightcap, especially for the
nervous person, inclined to lie awake
o' nights and to wake up dlshearten
ingly early in the morning. Slice tho
onions thin and sprinkle lightly with
salt to take off the raw, crude taste,
and have tlie bread thin and a good
deal of butter.
ENGLISH RED TAPE.
Crnfturr Fop ai> Officer Who
Money For the \V«r Office.
A zealous young officer In South Af
rica who had a knowledge and love of
farming made hi* men collect oats
which fell lavishly by the wayside an
column after column carrying out hay
passed up country. He plowed some
laud, sowed his oats and eventually
reaped Lis harvest. This harvest,
which was a heavy one, saved the
country at least £2.000. But when his
accounts were sent home the officials
at the war office could not understand
how they had come by something for
nothing. Such a thing had never hap
pened before. They impugned his mo
tives and accounts, and the least of the
charges brought against hiui In a long
correspondence was that he bad looted
the oats. Months passed, and still the
young officer had not been able to
convince the war office that he was
honest. Then a well known general in
tervened and testified that he himself
had watched the experiment in farm
ing by which the country had been
saved a considerable sum of money.
At last the war office ended the corre
spondence. Nothing that had been in
sinuated was withdrawn, although
nothing was pressed further. The offi
cer Is left with the correspondence on
his hands, and any one reading it
could not hesitate to pronounce It as
being In effect a severe censure.—Man
chester Guardian.
THE QUEER MOROS.
Some of the Peculiarities of Thla
Left Handed People.
To Judge Moros by Inflexible occi
dental standards of motives und mor
als is to lose at once tbe key to the
situation. Tlie very structure of their
language differentiates tliem from our
selves. Verbs are in tbe passive voice.
The man who was slashed and killed
provoked the trouble. The under doj;
In the tight is always the aggressor.
The thief is not blamed for "finding"
things lying about at loose ends; the
man who lost the property Is the real
criminal—besides, he is a fool. If he
were n sensible man he would have
exercised vigilance against the ap
proach of the thief. Moros reverse ev
erything. Like all orientals, they ven
erate the past and their folklore; myths
and legends abound in tales not unlike
those of the "Arabian Nights' Enter
tainment."
They turn to the left of the road, ex
tend the left hand naturally In greet
ing, and the scribes write from right
to left, turning the paper sidewise, as
any left handed man would do.
A witty officer explained that the
preference for the left was due to tbe
desire to keep the right hand free In
the event a stranger should need some
thing done to him. The "explanation"
may not be far from the truth.—Chap
lain C. C. Bateman in Journal of the
Military Service Institution.
Butter ■* Medicine.
Butter is so common a commodity
that people use it and scarcely ever
think what wonderful value lies at
their hands in the pats of dainty yel
low cream fat Hut this delicate fat is
as valuable as the dearer cod Hver oil
for the weakly, thin people, and doc
tors have frequently recommended the
eating of many thin slices of bread
thickly spread with butter as a means
of pleasantly taking into the bodily
tissues one of the purest forms of fat
it is possible to get. Butter is a car
bon, and all excess of It is stored up
as fat In the body. It gives energy
and power to work to those who cat
heartily of it; so it is not economy at
table to spare the butter even to the
healthy folk.
Finger Nails and Disease.
It is interesting to watch the history
of a case of disease as recorded upon
the finger nails. When we look at the
patient's nails, we see on each of them
a distinct ridge, showing that the por
tion of the nail which has grown since
the acute attack Is much thinned out.
If a person has broken his arm within
eighteen months, the ridges on the
nails of the hand of the affected arm
may be seen, while they will be absent
on the other hand. The more acute
the Illness the sharper will be the
ridge. Extreme anxiety and mental
depression have the same effect on
the nails as physical disease.
The Friendship of Yonth.
Two boys brought Hp together some
times remain fast friends for life, but
net so commonly as one might sup
pose. "I thought you had a little friend
with you today, Tommy," said a lady
to a child who was walking about
alone and disconsolate. "I have a little
friend, but I hate him!" was the reply.
And the words contain a whole essay
ful of comment upon the value of
friendship founded solely upon pro
pinquity.—London Spectator.
His Excuse.
"How dare you, sir!" exclaimed the
Indignant girl.
"I couldn't help it, Maud," pleaded
the now penitent young man. "You
were so maddeningly klssable!"
Still, it was fully ten seconds before
she quite forgave him.—Chicago Trib
une.
Connubial Bliss.
Brother—l trust Oiat you are happy
with your husband, Maud? Maud—
Oh, yes, as happy as one can expect
to be with a man who is talking of
himself half the time and of his first
wife the other half.
His Impression.
"Of course you believe that polyga
my Is wrong," said the man -who was
discussing the Mormon question.
"My dear sir," answered Mr. Meek
ton, "It Is not only wrong. It's fool
hardy."—Washington Star.
Sir Edwla and a Poena.
Sir Edwin Arnold had one very pain
ful experience as a poet, •writes a cor
respondent He wrote a poem nnd sold
the copyright to a stranger, whom he
too hastily assumed to be the editor of
an American magazine. When he next
saw his work it was being used as
the advertisement of a proprietary me
dicament
Good Asranvement.
"Say, Mrs. Jr/ckson, ma wants to
know why you don't come around and
do her
"Yo' tell yo' ma dat my ole man's in
jail now, as' I don't bab to wuk so
liahd like I did befo'."—New York
Journal.
The Limit.
Mrs. Muggins—My husband is a per
fect crank. Mrs. Uugglns—All hus
bands are, my dear. Sirs. Muggins—
But fancy a man who complains that
my mustard plasters are not as stroD?
as those his mother used to make!
A Mind at Ease.
Mr. Manley- Well, darling, I've had
my life Insured for $5,000. Mrs. M.—
How very sensible of you! Now 1
shan't have to keep telling you to be
so carefuf every plaOe you go to.
No. 30
A DOG'S TESTIMONY.
It Was In l!l> Onn Defense u< W mm
Irreaintible.
In one of the Prague district courts
recently a foreman named Dastych
sued a n; . ufacturer named Weln
wert, alleging the latter's dog had bit
ten him. tHereby rendering him for
some time unfit for work. The dog
was produced in court and the services
of a veterinary surgeon were requisi
tioned as expert evidence. Herr De
seusy, in the presence of the Judge, did
bis utmost to irritate the dog, and
even struck it, but all to no purpose.
The dog remained calm, and finally,
finding the proceeding monotonous,
crept under a stool. "Quiet ns a lamb!"
was the finding of the veterinary sur
geon; but "Oh, no," said the foreman,
"the dog behaves Itself because Its
master Is present." So the dog was
taken out' into the corridor, among the
public, this time unmuzzled, and the
veterinary again tried his beat to irri
tate the animal. Doggy wagged Ilia
tail, offered first one paw and then the
other, and, Its advances being rudely
repelled by the unfeeling veterinary,
ran back into court, sat upon Its hind
legs before the judge, and begged! Not
even the hard heart of a Judge could
resist this appeal, and the animal left
the court without a stain upon its
character.
FISH FED BY HAND.
Many Specimen* of the Flaar Tribe
Are Eaallr Tamed.
Experiments made in a large aqua
rium have proved that fish may be
easily tamed and trained. This is par
ticularly true of blue perch. They
soon consent to taking their food —
ulva, a green, lettucelike weed—from
the hand, and do not at all object to
being handled. A Luge kelp cod, a
splendid specimen of rich blue and
green hues, that was kept in the same
tank with the perch, readily learned
to feed from the hand, and seemed to
enjoy being scratched and rubbed.
Sea slugs, too singular, shell-less
things possessing tbe faculty of secret
ing a purple fluid which they throw
out in self defense —took their regular
meal of seaweed from their feeder's
fingers without the slightest fear.
Sticklebacks, perch, bass and catfish
are among the most easily tamed fish,
and the story Is told of an old fisher
man who day after day fed a large
horse mackerel In the open Boa with
pieces of the fish he cleaned. It grad
ually got Into the habit of coming
nearer and nearer to where the boat
was tethered until, finally convinced
that It would not be harmed. It con
sented to take Its dally meal directly
from the fisherman's hand.
YOUGHIOGHENY.
The Proper War of PronouclH This
Indian Name.
Ferhaps the most difficult geograph
ical name in the United States Is
Youghlogheny, or geny, as it Is some
times spelled, the name of a creek in
western Maryland and Pennsylvania.
Few besides natives of the region pro
nounce It with the chief accent on the
penultimate and who so essays It with
the accent elsewhere finds his mouth
filled with a meaningless confusion of
vowels and consonants. The first syl
lable is "Yough," pronounced "To,"
with a short "o." The second is "i"
short tbe "o" following is almost If
not quite unheard in the mouth Of the
native, while the last two syllables are
those made familiar in "Alleghany,"
though there is even here a question of
"a" long or "e" short
The pronunciation of Youghlogheny
Is, however, a simple matter with Uie
modern spelling compared to whaflt
must have seemed to the stranger who
met it with tbe old spelling. On an
ancient map of the region the name Is
spelled "Yoghyyoyghganla." Doubtless
this spelling came nearer than that
new In use to indicating aptly tbe In
dian pronunciation f* the name.
Tarrinv and Feathering.
The practice of tarring and feather
ing, which we regard as essentially
American, belongs to Great Britain.
To us the honor of Inventing or adopt
ing that very disagreeable mode of
punishment belongs. Among the laws
for the preservation of order when
King Richard sailed on his crusade
was one that any soldier convicted of
theft should have his head shaved, be
stripped of his clothes, have melted
pitch poured all over him, after this be
covered with feathers and so set ashore
at the first land that was touched.—
London Queen.
Smoklnf In Korea.
All men and women In Korea, what
ever their age or station, smoke tobac
co Incessantly. Tbe bowls of their
pipes are so small that they only hold
a pinch or two of tobacco, and the
6tems are so long that the smoker is
unable to apply a match to his own
pipe. The cooly carries his pipe thrust
down his neck between his coat and
his back; tbe Korean gentleman carries
Eds in bis sleeve.
One Conaolatlon.
Patient (feebly)— Doctor, do you think
I (shall survive the operation? Proud
Physician—Well, sir, if you don't yon
have the satisfaction of knowing that
it cost nearly twice as much as any
similar one performed in tbe city.—
Smart Set.
The Precise Moment.
Bessie—And when does a young man
begin to think about marriage? Tom
—About two months after marriage, as
a rule.—Puck.
Well Prepared.
Minister (to widow)—l hope the dear
departed was prepared to die? Widow
—Oh, yes; bo was insured in three
good companies.
How It Happened.
"Is It true, ma," asked the little rab
bit "that pa was shot by an amateur
gunner?"
"Certainly not" replied the mother
rabbit. "You see, the amateur gunner
was shooting at me, while your poor
(>a sat behind him and laughed. Un
fortunately the gun kicked, and the
man sat down on your pa and killed
him."—Philadelphia Press.
Coffee Tipplers.
Brazilians are great coffee drinkers.
Numerous cups are drunk each day by
the average man and woman. The
beverage is made very strong and very
•weet It produces an exhilaration of
a more Intense and lasting kind than
beer. Those addicted to this habit be
come very restless and scarcely able to
sit still or stand still even for a mo
meat.
He Foand Oat.
"How was Goggles hurt?"
"He was curious to find out whether
his new horse was u kicker." Ex
change.
Some Terslnn beauties decorate their
faces by painting figures of animals
and iose«ta njna them.