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1 THE BUTLER HERALD. PnblMuiA By W. N. BENNS. A WEEKLY DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER,DEVOTED TO INDUSTRY AND CIVILIZATION. Tern a, OXE DOLLAR A ’TEAR. la Aivuc. VOLUME 3. BCTLEB, BEOltOU. TUTOWAV, M'V ‘JO. 1870. WHOLE Xl'MIl . — - ! concise reply thW Walter Austin THE BUTLER HERALD . (had written from his chamber in W. N. BENNS. Editor mid Polisher. BoBsonirTioN rate* $1.00. Pan Annum. TUESDAY MAY 20th 1879. Advertising Rates* siderafcinn th* peculiar importance von propone attaching to my vfeit, One square one insertion $100; saoh sub- I am unwilling to accept the invi- Beqnent insertion 60 cents. tation. To me, the idea of having 8s:sir:r^ui"v.v.v.v:*!M w f ?- ciuB 8nd One column, three months 36uo into harness and to feel that l am Half column, one year 6000 J on continual duty to win mv way Half column, rii month* ?0 0p | ntn tW ?0lK | c f my seoon d the Temple. "You am rery tied, Indeed, Uncle Abiah, to ink me down to Hillorest lor ae long H 1 wish to stay, and 1 can as,ure you that I have been so long, wanderer that the idea n'f a home is rery pleasant tome. But when I take into eon- and the lights and fires in the "What a woman you are, Cor nelia! I declare, it heals anything I ever heard in the whole course ot my lifet" * * * * * After dusk, a glorious winter day, with here and there a star twinkling in the pale gray sky. Half column, three months.... 20 00 Quarter column, one year 30 00 Quarter column.six mouths .. ..‘iU UU Quarter oolumn. three months 12 00 Communication* ofa political character, cf art cles written in a Ivocaoy or defense of tne claims of aspirants for office, 15 cents per line. Announcement of Candidates $6 00. THIS PAPER Ewp Nr.WHPAPBB Advertising Pukbatj (10 Spruce Streol). whore tulvrr- mfUB AM ft (1*1# riffgyt HEW i PiHL Legia Advertisements Will i>einserted at the follbwing rates Sheriff sales, per square $3 60 Sheriff's mortgage sales . .6 00 Application for letters of administration 4 00 Application for fetters of gnurdi*nship.. 4 00 Dismission from administration 5 00 Dismission from guardianship .600 Fer leave to sell land 400 Application tor homestead 400 Moticu to debtors and creditors 4 00 hale of real estate by administrators, execu tors and guardians, persqnarr ,. .•...3 00 Sale of perishable property, ten days.. Eh I my notices. 30d«vg All bills for advertising in this papt »lne on th»: first appearance of the advertise ment will Ik- presented when the money needed. Trapped by an Heiress- A coxier pluce than the hiar sit ting-room at llillcrest'would have ln «n hard to flud, if one had trav eled from Land's Knd to John O'- Oroat’s; und i his eventful evening, when the deetinica of two worthy people were about taking definite form—two people who hud never seen each other, and who had heard of each other ao often that both were curiously eager to meet —on thin important evening the sitting-room at Hillcrest had nev er looked pleasanter or cosier. A huge fire of loga glowed like motion carbuncles in the open fire place; on the table in t ic autreof Ihe floor, whose cover matched thi glowing crimson of the carpel, was a silver stand that held a doz on snowy wax tapers, whose beam ing light contrasted exquisitely with the ruddy glow of the fire. Beside the table, in a big, cush ioned chair, with his feet thrUBt toward the genial warmt-h on the hearth, his gray dressing-gown sitting comfortably on his portly form, his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, sat the owner aud mas ter of llillcrest, Mr, Abiah Gress- ington, rich, good-natured, and loud of his own way. Opposite him was the mistress of the place —little, shrew-faced, merry Annt Gornelia, his sister, who, since bsr widowhood, had come to Hillcrest to make her bachelor brother’s home as pleasant as she could. That she had succeeded was very evident by the way now in which he looked up from a letter he had been reading—the confi dential, kindly way in whioh he did it. ‘•Walter writfB a curious letter in response to my invitation t<> come aud apeud a few weeks at llillcrest as snby mb be gefcB over Ins fatigue ftom his ocean voyage home, after hi* iiv* years’ tour abroad.—I’ll read it. to you.*' He leaned near the softly-glow ing light, and b*gan the short, ronsin, Mabel, whom you are good enough to wfehme to marry—” Mrs. Cornelia interrupted sharp- “Abiah, you never wont and told our grand-nephew that you bad in view his marriage with Mabel/’ Her tone was energetic, almost reprehensive. “Why not? I certainly did. T told him in my letter that it wan a chance for him he’d never get. again, and that he needn’t f< el under Bitch terrible obligations to take a fancy 1o Phil’s little Mabel but to come down and be cousinly and if anything should happen, it'd be right all around. Mrs. Cornelia knitted vigorous ly, her lavender cap-ribbons quiv ering in the mellow taper glow. “All I have to say is, you’re^— a fool, Abiuhl Walter is tight. A young matt‘doesn't like to have his fancies tinder rein and . whip, and the very fact that we want him to marry will tnakc him in disposed to do it. You’ve made a real mistake in the beginning.” Mr, OresHtngron looked aghti-t at his sister’s determined face. “Why, I really didn't suppose—' “Ot cohvse you didn’t, life on y your natural stupidity, you dea: old fellow! Men are «1I alike. Don’t I know them like a hook? And you’ve ruined’your hopes for Mabel and Walter at the very out set.” Mr, Cre-Vuigton started discern fitedly. “1 am sure I meant it all right enough, Cornelia. I certainly warned Walter to know what a lit tle darling our Mabel is, and what a nice little wife she would make for any man.'' “Very commendable, indeed; on ly, if you bad consulted me upon the letter you sent, I should have advised you to ssy nothing about Mabel, or her charms, or her ex pectations. I should havo simply asked him to come and see us, and have left the rest to Mabel’s blue eyes. You see, Abiah?’’ His lips compressed slowly. “I think l see. And my hopes in that direction are all ruined.'* The silver needles clicked rap idly, aud the snow-white yarn came reeling merily off the ball under her arm. “Not at all. Leave that to me, and I’ll see what can be doue. Trust a woman’s wit to get even a blundering old fellow like yourself out of a scrape.” She smiled and nodded, and looked altogether so mischievous, that Mr. Cressiugton became qn te excited oyer her little mystery. “Do expla : n, Cornelia.’’ And when she explained he lean *d back in his chair, with an ex pression of positive awe and admi ration od his face. Hillorest aitting-roora making an eloquent welcome to Walter Aus tin, as he stood in the midst of the home circle, tall, gentlemanly, handsome and self-possessed. Old Mr, Cressington was in h ; s richest humor as he led forward two young girls. “Come, don’t he shy, now. Walter, this is your cousin, Mabel Cressington, and this is her good friend and inseperablo companion, Irene Vance, come to # helo enter tain you. My nephew, Mr, Wal ter Austin, girls. And this is Aunt Cornelia—you remember well enough, eh?’’ And so the presentation whs merrily gotten over, and Walter found himself at home in the most pleasanst family he had ever known. They were remarkably pretty girls, with deep bine eyes—al though Miss Vance’s w re decide I- ly the deeper blue and more be witching—and lovely, yel!ow-goM hair. Walter found himself ad miring the style of Miss Vance’s coiffure he Tore he lmd known her an hour; and when he went up to his room that night he felt as if between the two, roguish Mabel and sweet little Irene, he would never come out heart-whole. ‘For Mabel is a good little dar ling,” thought he, “and 1 will ake Great uncle Ahiah’s «dv : ce and thereby secure a general share of the Cressington esfates Egad I that’s a happv thought!” But the handsome young gen tleman went to sleep and dreamed, instead oi Mabel’s laughing eyes, of Irene's gentle, tender ones; and awoke somewhere in the middle •d’ the night, unable to g^t asleep aga n for thinking of her. And the after days weie not much better. Despite the golden value of Mabel, there was Borae- thing about Irene Vance that made this headstrong fellow very fool ishly indifferent to the advice he had sworn to follow. Because, by Jovel a fellow would havejto he made out of granite to resist the sweet, shy ways of such a little darling as Irene! And I’ll marry her if she’ll have me, and the money and property may go the d—xdogs. I’ve a head and a pair of hands, and bjue-eyed Irene shall not suffer!” It was not an hour later that he met her in the hall, carrying great boughs of holly, with which to festoon, down the walnut stair case. “Give me your burden, Irene," said lie. “Why did you not tell uie you were goiug to gather it, and let mo go with you? It is altogether too heavy a burden for your arms to bear.” He managed to get the lovely sprays from her arms, but it required an im mense amount of tardy effort on his part, and shy, sweet blushing on her;'. “Answer mo, Irene. Why didn’t yoH let mo go with you? Wouldn’t you have liked it.” He demanded her answer in the most captivating, lordly way, and she dropped her eyes in great confusion. “Y«fes.” , “Then why were you so cvu« 1 to Ole?” I “lam not cruel to anybody. Indeed I must go now.” Walter placed himself squarely in the way, and was looking down at her rose-tinted face. “No, you can’t go yet. Irene, you are cruel, or yon would never deprive one of the opportunity to enjoy the bless edness of your society.” His voice lowered tenderly, and he dropped his head nearer her golden curls. “You know I think it cruel in yon to he so distant, aud shy, and reserved with me —don’t yon, Irene?” She shrank away, her lovely form drooping like a lily, her cheeks hang ing out their signals of distress and confusion. “Oh. please don’t talk so to me. In deed I must go!. Mabel is waiting Pfor the holly, and she—they won’t like it if.—” But she was a prisoner in his tight clasp. “If what? Tf they find you and me talking so confidently together?” “No! I mean if I don’t tuko the holly at once.” Walter put his arm around her waist before she know what he was doing. “Irene, look up. You shall not go until you lot me see in your eves if you love me us well•»« I love you! Iren**, my dear little girl, I do love you very dearly 1” 81m was silent for one second, and lie Baw the quiver-of her red lips. Then she raised her head slowly, shyly. J“Yon love me? Oh, Walter, what will they all say? Don’t you know it fe Mabel you should say that to? I am nobody, and Mabel is an heirnes.’ Walter had both arms arouud her by this time, and was looking urdently in her glowing face. “I know Mabel is an heiress, and a nice little girl, and I also know you area darling—my darling—and the only girl I ever asked to be my wife, or ever shall ask! Say yes, pet 1 His tones were low and tender, hut triumphant. “And you can deliberately give up so much for only just me/' Her wondrous eyes met his brave ly now, and thrilled him with'the love light in them. “Only just my own darling! Why, you a: e more than all the world to me. Come, we will go tell Uncle Abiah at once. Just one kiss first—you must.!’ And he bad more than one or two, before ho led her, blushing, with tears tiembling on her lashes, like diamonds on a golden thread, to Uncle Abiah, w ho sat in his library wiili Cor nelia, industriously loooking over n receipt book. They looked up in sur pi ise as Walter u.arched in, Irene on his arm, \ picture of confusion. “If you please, Uncle Abiah, 1 want your blessing and cordial consent to receive this little gill lor your niece. I love her, aud she loves me.” Uncle Abiah looked shrewdly over his glasses ot Mrs. Cornelia. J “Well, sister, what shall wo say to I this youth’s demand ?” * A broau smile of perfect delight was on her merry face. *3uy? Why, tell them yes, and welcome; and let them know their Annt Cornelia isn’t a fool if their Un cle Abiah is.’ Walter looked qn astonished, ami felt Irene’s hand tremble on his arm. “What is it, dear ?* , Site smiled through her tears as she loo ml into his inquiring eyes. Oh, Walter, I am afraid you will b angry. I am Mabel utter all, and— and—” “And you have made love to your cousin, the heiress-, in spite of your self, my boy. So- Hilh rest is a fore gone late’ after all, eh ?” “Don’t scold, please, Walter!” Ma bel pleaded, in a low voice, with her blue eyes looking into his." “As if I could scold you, my love! Since I have yon, what need I chi©?” And Mrs. Cornelia turned over the leaves of the receipt book until she came to “wedding cake,” and avers that she made the match herself. HEtt FATHER’S VICTIM. l it© Funeral of Little Edith Freeman- Dlsnppolutment or the Fanatics. A correspondent at Boston, Rpeaking of the Freeman tragedy at Focasset, says: When the news of the murder was told to his fellow-believers, although staggered by anoh a proof of faith, they joined Freeman in holding that God would restore tho child to life. There was some protest, but so infatuated was this entire following, comprising more than a score of respectable peo ple in Poncasset and its vicinity, that they did not look upon the action as a crime, and believed with the perpetra tor that it was doue by God s command. There were among the Second Ad ventist band, therefore, the deepest surprise, chargin, and confusion to-day at the failure of little Edith to rise from the dead. Their faith did not wa- er in the least; and as an instance of this unparalleled credulity d Journal •eporter telegraphs that last night he talked with Mrs. Swift, the child’s grandmother, who begged him not to mention to Milford, the other child, ything about the murder, saying that there was no need of her knowing any thing about the affair, because Edith would be alive again in the morning. Two or three of these peculiar people, however, doubted whether the resur rection would take place to-day, all, nevertheless, being sure that it would come soon. These few are not disheart ened, but claim that the truth of their doctrine will yet be shown. But others mutter about “God breaking his prom- - * ise, etc. The funeral services took place in the Methodist chinch this afternoon, the little edifice being crowded to suffoca tion and hundreds standing around the outside of the building. The pastor, the Rev. Mr. Williams, assisted by the Baptist clergyman of the village, con ducted the services and improved the opportunity to give deluded Advent ists, who all the while kept their eyea on the coffin, some sound advice. He said a great deal in a few words, warn ing them to give up their false belief, while their reason remained. The fu neral being over, Alden P. Davis, the leading spirit in the Advent company, now that Freeman is in jail, •attempt ed to make a speech, but was ordered to keep quiet or submit to arrest,- When the body had been removed to (he little graveyard, Davis mounted a grave and made just such a speech os might have been expected, saying that he was an infidel until two years ago, when God revealed himself to him. He eulogized the murderer • until the crowd interrupted with ciies of‘Choke him,’ ‘Bury him in the open grave,’ etc., and a scene unparalleled in r cent New England history ensued over the coffin and the grave. No violence, how ever, ocoured. D«ab Bell*—Our commencement exercises are over. 1 have received my diploma, and am now ready to enter with zest into the pleasure’s of gay society. Attired becomingly in a pure white robe, such as aiigel might love to wear, I took a prominent part in the musical exercises in the even ing. Although 1 had contracted a severe cold a few days before, I was enabled by the use ol'Coiissens* Hon ey of Tar, tho best remedy in the world for coughs, colds, and all the rlfeeaso* of the throat and lungs, to sirg so well that 1 completely enrnj «t iired a large audience. Tell Uncle •iuh'i Mint Mu’ use oi’ that invaluable compound, Cousens’ Honey of Tar, will cure his cough. It is only 50cts# a buitle, and can be bought at Wei* kur A Gann’s Drug Store. V OUlb ill huotc. • A SKIS.