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LET “WIFEY” SHOP FOR YOU She Always Ha. a Sharper Hose > or Beal nargalaa The sign which caught Mrs. Dawson ■ eye read: “Suits S2O. Positively the Last Week. Regular Price SBO. Mrs. Dawson had the womanly love for a bargain. She had often spent 10 cents’ car fare to secure some lovely treasure that was marked down from fl to 08 cents just for that day. She was more than provoked that Dawson, who was with her, did not grow enthu siastic. “You know you need a suit, I’ said Mra Dawson. “Why not order it now and save $ 10. ” Dawson was certain the suits would be as cheap next week, but his wife re fused to move on and dragged the help less man into the store. The polite clerk assured them that it was the bar gain of the century and that this week was positively the last With mental protests, but with out ward calm, Dawson, like clay in the hands of she potter, allowed himself to be measured. Then he left a deposit. He called in four days and took the suit away. “There,” exclaimed Mrs. Dawson, in triumph, when her husband appeared arrayed in his new suit, “you never had a fetter fit nor a more becoming pattern. Just think how much money your wife saved for you by being on the lookout for a bargain!” Mr. Dawson preserved a dignified si lence and waited patiently ior his bet ter half to get her hat on straight pre paratory to accompanying him to the city. Mrs. Dawson awaited with impa tience the- passing of the store where she had saved money for her husband. She wanted to call his attention to the fact again that he might remain prop erly thankful. With all the faith of a woman Mra Dawson was convinced that the sales man was telling the truth when he as sured her it was the last week of thja S2O sale. She looked for the window, and her faith was rewarded. It had been the last week. The sign now read, “Any Suit In This Window sls. ” —Chicago Record. OLD BARBERS ARE SCARCE. After Reaching 40 They Usually Retire or Enter Another Occupation. “Did you ever notice,” said a veteran tonsorial artist, who had shaved New Haveners since 1873, to a New Haven Register man, “that you only see a few old barbers?” “Why is it?” “Thereare a good many reasons,” answered the veteran knight of the blade. “I suppose the chief one is that a barber’s hand becomes unsteady after he gets to be about 40 years old and he has to give up. A good many barbers drink hard, and that makes their nerves and hands unfit for service, and they retire before they cut their customers throats. Still, I will say that in all my experience of 87 years I never saw a man badly cut by a barber, not even by an accident.for which the barber was not responsible. ” “What becomes of the barbers after they retire?” “Oh, some of them go to the poor house, ” he replied, with a twinkle in his eye, “and some of them, who have saved their wages, buy little places and live on them, perhaps running a farm. Some of them, of course, go into other business, perhaps bookselling or else be come insurance agents. I have heard of barbers who gave up the business and became butchers. This isn’t such a wide difference from' their former business (what are you laughing at?) as it might seem. No, I don’t mean that they learn to carve people or even to skin them in the barber business, but they learn how to handle a blade skillfully and they make first class meat cutters. ” Pipe Made of a Seal’s Tusk. A pipe made out of a seal’s tusk was seen at the Weare office recently. The stem is nearly a foot long and ia quaintly illustrated with representa tions of life under the arctic circle. The artist W’as an Indian, and the little sketches in India ink show up very well against the ivory background.. There is a reindeer about to fall un der the arrow of an archer. There is a sledge drawn by dogs. Fir trees, tepees, a fishing scene, where the captives are being brought to shore in a net, are all true to life. Another omainent of the same char acter is a pair of walrub tusks, with de lineations of other Alaskan scenes, with the fox and the white polar bear in evi dence; also an Eskimo leveling a gun at the latter. It is said that to add to the terrors of overland travel in the long winter months the larger wild animals are of ten driven by hunger to attack the trails men, and packs of ferocious wolves will besiege a camp for days, attacking the horses and reindeer as well as the dogs. More than one caravan has been done to death in this manner, as the whitened bones strewn along the tracks show. Chicago Inter Ocean. Usually Needs a Breadwinner. The young fellow who worries ex ceedingly in fear that he cannot find a wife, or rather, a girl whom he wants to make his wife, who is a good cook, is usually the one who after the mar riage fails to provide the wife in the case with anything to cook.—Scranton Republican. A Frenchman was convicted of kill ing his mother-in-law. When asked if he had anything to say for himself be fore taking sentence, he said, “Noth ing, excepting I lived with her 21 years and never did it before. ” The temperature of the cucumber is a degree below that of the surround ing atmosphere. It ia» therefore, appar ent that the expression “cool as a cu cumber'' is scientifically correct. BAD INDIANS OF ONEIDA. Beeord of Old Abe Antone and Family la the Early Days of New York. , “They hanged old Antono ahd I’ll give ’em a chance to hang me some day I” yelled Alexander Antone as Officer Wilcox of Oneida dragged him into the police sta tion the other day. “I murder you before long, do you hear?” he shrieked again and ■gain as the officer exasperatingly paid no attention to his ravings, but calmly drag ged the red man to a cell. As the heavy Iron door closed with a crash he broke out again like a maniac, shrieking blood curd ling threats 1 and curses. Alexander Antone, says the Oneida Union, boasts that he is the grandson of Abram Antone, one of the fiercest Savages ever known in this vicinity. Abram was born on the banks of the Susquehanna in 1750. His father was a Stockbridge In dian and his mother was the daughter of an Oneida chief. When oho reviews the life and bloodthirsty deeds of the offspring of this pair, one cannot wonder at the savage instincts which show in the blood of his progeny? In 174)8 Abram had some trouble with an Indian who distributed government allowances to the Indians. He claimed he had been defrauded. He met the agent at Chenango point, at the raising of an Indian house, and at the feast, after the work had been done, delib erately shot the man through the heart and calmly walked away. Nothing was done toward bringing him to justice. His most atrocious deed was the murder of an infant child. He came homo one day and found the baby crying. Ho was In an ugly mood.and seizing tho child from its mother’s arms raked back tho bed of coals and buried the infant in'the flames of the fireplace. During his career ho lived in Canada for some years. A white man insulted a squaw there and Abram resented it. He was struck across the face by the white man. Hls'blood boiled, and from that he followed his enemy until he had an oppor tunity to plunge a- knife into his heart in a hotel bedroom. In or about 1810 Abram’s daughter Mary, received atten tions for a time from a young Indian in this county. Ho transferred his favors soon, however, to another dusky damsel and married her. Mary killed her rival, for which she was arrested, tried, convict ed and hanged. One John Jacobs, a half breed, had been a witness against her, and Abram consid ered him the cause of her death. Ho swore to kill him, and Jacobs fled, and returned only when Abram sent him word that he would not molest him. Ho was hoeing corn in a field with others ono day when Abram approached, shaking hands with each. As he approached Jacobs he said, “How d’ye do, brother?” and drawing a knife from his left sleeve plungod it three times into tho man’s body. Abram got away and then began a life of many nar row escapes from officers of tho law. He had a wigwam in what is now the town of Sherburne, and there two whites found him ono day peacefully making a broom. Ho waited as they advanced to capture him until they were close at hand, and then pointed his rifle suddenly and ordered them away. They went, and later Abram used to laugh as he told tho story and em phatically boasted that his gun was empty. He grow bolder as time went on, and used openly to enter villages and towns with apparently no fear of being taken. At last one in whom he had confidence betrayed him. He was induced to enter a trial of skill at shooting, and when his rifle- was empty officers seized and captured him. Ho was hanged in public at Morrisville on Friday, Sept. 12, 1823. —Utica Observer. Marie Antoinette In the Conclergerie. “The Last Days of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette” is tho title of an article by Anna L. Bicknell in Tho Century. Miss Bicknell, in speaking of removal of the queen from the I n to the Conclergerie, says:. The next day two gendarmes were placed In tho cell and remained there permanent ly, never leaving the unfortunate quoen any privacy. By the care of Mme. Richard a screen was put up before her bed, and was her only protection against their in cessant watchfulness. They drank, smoked, played cards, quarreled and sworo in her presence. The smoko was particularly disagreeable to her and affect ed her eyes, besides causing headaches. As she had brought nothing with her from the Temple, she begged to be allowed the use of the linen and other requisites which she had left there. After sme delay a parcel was brought containing a few articles carefully folded and put together. As sho looked at each, the queen’s eyes filled with tears, afld turning to Mma Richard sho said mournfully, “In Hie care with which all this has been chosen and prepared I recognize tho hand of my poor sister Elisabeth.’’ After receiving this parcel of necessaries the queen wished to put them away, but hail no means of do ing so in her cell. She begged Mme. Rich ard to lend her a box of somo kind, but the jailer’s wife dared not procure one for her. At last Rosalie offered a bandbox of her own, which the queen accepted with thankfulness. Poor Rosalie also lent her a mirror of the humblest kind, which sho had bought at a trifling cost for her own use —a small glass in a painted tin frame, which was received as a boon by tho royal lady whose majestic beauty had been re flected in the hall of mirrors at Versailles. Royal Lovers. Julian Ralph, In a letter from Copen hagen, gives a pen picture of the latest royal bride and bridegroom: “Icame here on the same boat with the Princess Inge borg and her husband, Prince Charles of Sweden. We bumped against one another and were .a little ill together and laughed at our companions without my over dream ing that my companions wore royalties They sat on a deck settee for hours, went down stairs and dined at 2 shillings a head, with a rather rough lot of young men at their table, and were altogether as demo cratic as could be. But for the most part tho royal pair—sho in plain dross and he in a lounging suit and a squash hat —sat up to each other for all the world like a pair of Gorman sweethearts making the most of a chance to be together She looks 16, is slight, very blond, very emotional and inclined to be merry. He is a tall, masterful looking man, with clear cut face, gentle cs and a manner toward her that is all tenderness and pride. They were coming home at the end of their honey moon. ” The Care For Americanitis. Americanitis is on the increase, the wise ones say. Americanitis comes from an intense desire to “git thar” and an awful fear that you cannot Tho ounce of pre vention is to cut down your calling list, play tag with the children and let the old World slide. Remember that your real wants are not many—a few hoars' work a day will supply yqnr need's—then you are safe from Americanitis and death at the top. —Philistine I A RACE HORSE’S CAREER. MB Lot, M a Bole, U Hard, For' SaaU meht Is Lacking oa the Tort. The history of a racer from the day he ia foaled until his death has fre quently furnished the topic for many thrilling stories from the pens of able writers. When the racer ia foaled, aa a rale be is watched from the hour of bis birth until be reaches the market aa a yearling. When he ia sold, that ends the breeder’s interest in him, except that it ia desired that he shall be suc cessful on the turf, because his future brothers and sisters may fetch a higher market price than if he retires a fail ure. Once the yearling reaches tho racing stable he is broken, and bis trials are watched with interest During his 2-year-old career the colt wins several stakes and in his 8-year old form proves himself a breadwinner, but unfortunately strains a muscle or ruptures a tendon in a fierce struggle to win a puree and large wagers for his owner. When the thoroughbred ia led limping back to his box, the owner does not exhibit an overabundance of sentiment On the other hand, he be wails the losses incurred by the break ing down of the colt This does not apply to poor owners. It applies to mil lionaires who race horses for the sport to be derived from it and the possibili ties of being by the press, with a fair prospect of mak ing both ends meet by winning purses and stakes and a few wagers judicious ly placed. The patient thoroughbred, with his swollen tendon, is carefully examined. The aid of a veterinarian is called in, and many discussions are held as to whether the horse will recover or re main unsound. Then the "knackers” of the race track begin to hover around like buzzards who scent carrion afar off. The “knacker” is permitted to ex amine the ailing tendon and is told by the trainer that the horse can be pur chased for a nominal sum. As a rule, the “knacker” purchases, and the horse is put through a course of torture known as firing and blistering. When he next appears, it is in the role of a “selling plater,” in the colors of some hardened wretch who possesses no feel ing for either his jockeys or his horses, and when he is no longer of any use to the “knacker” he is shipped to the minor .tracks known as the outlaw tracks, where be is starved and beaten until nothing remains but the frame and hide of what was once the idol of race goers.—Exchange. TIMELY TURF TIPS. T W. Wood, 2:07, has been thrown out of training. Du Quoin, Ills., will have a trotting meeting Sept. 14 to 15. Jimmie Dustin has had to give up driving owing to his health. American bred coach and carriage horses are liked in Scotland. Horses are in demand in every coun try in Europe except Russia. Tocsin Chimes, 2:28%, by Chimes, has been sold to Vienna horsemen. Passing Belle, 2:08%, is the fastest new pacer of the year. Sally Toler, 2:08%, comes next. Oratorio will probably be in good shape by the time tho grand circuit horses reach Fleetwood. Parker John, 2:21%, died at Con cord, N. H., recently. Out of 26 races he had won money in 28. Bermuda Wilkes, a bay colt by Ber muda, trott/d to a record of 2:25 at Portsmouth, 0., recently. Newton W, by Sour Mash, reduced the track record at Jackson, Mich., when he paced the mile in 2:15%. A race in which the horses were driven by women, “attired in divided skirts,” was “enjoyed” at Pittsfield, Me. r There are 11 variety performers whose trotting and pacing records aver-, age better than 2:15. Jay Eye See, 2:10, trotting, 2:06% pacing, average, 2:08%, heads the list. Will Ureedon and McCoy Fisht? It is announced on good authority that a syndicate of several well known business men of New York has offered a purse of $12,000 for “Kid” McCoy and Dan Creedon to do battle for. The fight is to take place in November, the place to be within 1,000 miles of New York city. The syndicate states that the loca tion of the fight will be made knows to boxers two weeks before the battle. No names are mentioned, and altogether, just at present, it looks like a fish story. There is no place within a radius of 1,000 miles of New York where such a finish bout could be pulled off legiti mately, and it is not very likely that the men would meet in private. —Ex change. Fitz's Trainers. If Bob Fitzsimmons engages in an other fight, he will have to employ a new set of trainers. Ernest Roeber and Dan Hickey, who faithfully trained him for his memorable victory over Cor bett and who recently left him, declare that they will not patch up the They alleged that the Corniahman abused his helpers and failed to live up to his financial agreements. The trouble is similar to that which sprang up be tween Corbett and Mike Donovan after the Corbett-Sullivan milL—New York Journal Clarke of the Baltimore*. The crack baseball catcher, Bill Clarke, is not loved by fans outside of Baltimore. Perhaps it his grating, horse radish voice that does the busi ness. During one of the Baltimore- Chicago games at Chicago one indig nant female occupant of a box called out, “Oh, yon mean thing, I’d like to run my hatpin right through your neck!” And all because the back stop called upon the pitcher to “get at him and make him hit tho ball.”—New York Telegram. Uo Mad. It Plata. * The wise speaker knows that no illus trations are so effective u those which have to do with familiar, everyday objects. In this respect the Great Teacher set an example fur all who should come after him. How aa itinerant preacher in tho Tennessee mountains profited by this ex ample ia narrated in The American Mis sionary: A group of young men were assembled ane Sunday in a grove to hear tho preacher when one of them said: “See here, John, why didn't you bring up my rifle when you come to preaching?" “Well, Shm, I ’lowed ’twan’t right to bring it up.ou Sabbath. I mought see a varmint on the road and git a-ahooting and forgit it was Sabbath.” “Huh! There’s no use being so particu lar as all that. I think it’s all right to do little turns of a Sabbath. Even a little shooting won't hurt if you happen to see game.” The discussion was joined in on either side by those around, and it was finally decided to leave tho question to the preach er. He was called and tho case stated. “Look yer, boys," said ho. “S’posin a man comes along hero with seven hand some gray horses, a-ridin one and the oth ers a-follerin. You nil like a pretty beast, and you look ’em nil over. You can’t see that ono is better than another. They are all os pretty critters os ever were seen among those mountains, though there will be differences in horses, boys. When you come to know ’em, no two is alike. Well, that man says, ‘Hero, boys, I’ll jest give you six of these beasts for your own, ’ and he gits on tho other and rides off. I s’pose now you’d mount your horses and ride after him and make him give you tho other horse, or at least lot you keep it till your craps was all in.” “No. Wo ain’t so ornery mean as all that, preacher.” “Well, (Ear, can’t you let the Lord’s day alone?” A blank look at tho preacher and at each other. Then Sanvspoko out; ‘ ‘ You’ve treed us, preacher. <ffohn, I’m right glad you didn’t bring that gun.” Mr. and Mra. Dillon. I made a hasty excursion to Franco to see John Dillon and his family, who had made a visit to Europe and came as near the mother country as the English author ities permitted him. “Dillon,” says my diary, “looks vigorous and tranquil. Ho preserves the sweet serenity that distin guished him of old.” I cannot pause on this visit except to note two lessons I got —ono against prejudice, ono teaching magnanimity. On Sunday morning Grey and I strolled to the local church without waiting for Dillon. After wo camo out wo compared notes, and agreed that French women had an unrivaled art of dressing. One petite dame, who knelt before us, was, we agreed, tho best dressed woman we had seen for a decade, showing that only tho French, etc. When sho walked out of tho church, we discovered that tho belle dame was our country woman, Mrs. Dillon. The example of magnanimity was fur nished by Dillon himself. We told him Awhat was being done in Ireland—not only above the surface, but, as we understood, beneath the surface. “Wo ought to con sider,” says Dillon, “that whdt wo call England is the only country in Europe where tho personal liberty of men is se cure. Here we uro living under a perpetual spy system. We don’t know that our serv ants are not spies, and it Is little better in Germany and Italy. It goes against my conscience to sec anything done in the pur suance of our just quarrel which is not done in broad day.” When we consider that tho exile was shut out of his own country by tho power ho was judging so generously, this was surely finely mag nanimous.—Sir Charles Gavan Duffy in Contemporary Review. The Old Attic. I do not believe that tho modern child knows anything about an attic. Tho fin de siecle attic is a respectable place, where boxes are solemnly piled and where moth camphor sheds its fragrance abroad. Our attic was a long, low room, with mysteri ously dark corners, into whose depths wo did not .penetrate. There was an old hair trunk In ono corner that held some of grandmother’s muslin dresses. It waa opened only on rare occasions, and I was allowed but a glimpse of the faded beauty within. There was an old spinning wheel where spiders hung fantastic wreaths, and there was a guitar with broken, moldered strings. But tho corner where the books were piled was the spot I liked the best. An old fashioned, tiny paned window let an occasional sunbeam stray across The Ladies’ Repositories and “Saints’ Rests.” There was a fine old elm tree that tapped against the window and sometimes a robin sent a thrill of song into the dusty corners. Just beneath tho window seat I used to sit, a small crouched form, bending over a musty volume. But when I wished to read under the most blissful conditions I fortified myself with half a dozen russet apples, whose juice would have given fla vor to a treatise on Hebrew grammar. Now I’ never see a russet apple without seeing also tho dim old attic and an utter ly contented child, and I am sure the mar ket women misunderstand my wistful glance, for they draw closer to their bas kets and look at mo in suspicious fashion. —Erin Graham in Lippincott’s. Drove Oxen After He Was Paralyzed. I have heard of many cases of fortitude, but that of “Duke” Joyner excels them all. Charles J. Joyner, during his life time, lived near the head of Crooked Fork*, valley, in Morgan county. He was a man’ of powerful physical dcvclopment-rgbrave, fearless and of wonderful endurance. $Io fought on the Union side in the civil strife, and then after tho contention was over he married and went to farming. In some way when a boy the title of “duke” was given to him, which ever afterward ho was known by. “ Duke” Joyner was a hard worker and a good farmer. Ono day while building an underdrain, assisted by two small sons, ho had a stroke of paralysis and was un able to move, but could talk. “Duke" concluded that he would superintend the operation of taking his half dead body homo. He had tbo two boys put a log chain around his body. Then ho had them put down a couple of planks. Next they hitched the chain to the ox chain and the oxen drew his body up in tho wagon. While lying in tho wagon the “duke,” by the use of his voice, drove the oxen to his house. He survived and lived a number of years after.—Knoxville (Tenn.) Trib une. The Remnant. Mr. A.—l presume you carry a memento •f some sort in that locket of yours? Mra. B.—Precisely. It to a lock of my husband’s hair. “But your husband to still alive i” “Yes, sir, bnt hto hair to all gone. ’’— London Fan. S- ■ AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. « ■ WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our trade mark. v I t DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER'S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now , on eoer V bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original ** PITCHER’S CASTORIA,’’ which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought /str?. on and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is ~ President. a Marefc 8,1897. Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap Substitute which some druggist may offer yo“ (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the’in gredients of which even he does not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE GF A iiiß Insist on Having The Kind That Never Failed You. INC CCNTAWR ©OBIFAMT, TT MUAAAY • V«K<r. 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