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dren Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria. Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria. she was a Child, she cried for Castoria, she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, shehad Children, she gave them Castoria, fen 7. E. TUCKER, r DENTIST, sTLER, - MISSOURI. Office, Southwest Corner Square, over on Hart's Store. Lawyers. WV 0. JACKSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ier, Mo. Office, South Side Square, a Badgley Bros., Store- . SMITH, DEN BW STORNEY AT LAW. Butler, Mo. ractice inall the courts. Special at- tention given to collections and litigated aims. vin F, BoxLey, Prosecuting Attorney.? CALVIN F. BOXLEY, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Butler, Mo. Will practice in all the courts. OHN T. SMITH, ATTORNEY AT LAW. ce over Butler National Bank, Butler, Mo. . BADGER : LAWYER. t ractice in all courts. All legal business etly attended to, Office over Bates Co. Na- Bank, Butler. Mo. PARKINSON & GRAVES, ATTORN&YS AT LAW. Office West Side Square, over Lans- bwn’s Drug Store. NAGE & DENTON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Office North Side Square, over A. L. icBride’s Store, Butler, Mo. Physicians. J. R. BOYD, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Orrice—East Side Square, over jax Weiner’s, 19-ly Bur.er, Mo. DR. J. M, CHRISTY, HOMOBOPATHIC PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, wered at Office day or night. Butler, Mo. ren a specialty. J.T, WALLS, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. » Office, Southwest Corner Square, oyer Aaron Hart’s Store. Residence on Ha- ‘aenah street norrh ot Pine. Missouri Pacific Ry. ‘ ‘ is implicitly obeyed by his followers 2 Dail-7 Trains = and the messenger said a large TOU KANSAS CITY and OMAHA, fice, tront room over P. O. All calls Specialattention given to temale dis- T C. BOULWARE, Physician and e Surgeon. Office north side square, Diseases of women and chil- f:R. R. DEACON :--] ———:—DEALER IN—.———_ HARDWARE AND IMPLEMENTS —— CUTLERY (Manufactured AND GUNS33—— Moline Farm Wagons, by John Deere.) "Eee E” EEUU] GE ES «sa? WU ES :The Best i BUCKEYE FORCE PUMPS. Gas Pipe Fitting and Pump Repairing. nthe World: KENTUCKY'S WILD FEUD. The Situation in Again Frighttul—Bad Reports Abroad. Louisville, Ky., Oct. 23.—It had been hoped that the trouble in Har- lan county was at an end but Satur- day afternoon John Howard, a 19- year- old brother of Wils Howard, was in town as was also Finly Smith, son of Wash Smith, one of the wealthiest men in Harlan county, and a member of the law and order league. John Howard was walking along the street and Finley Smith was in the door of the Cumberland house where they saw each other. One of Smith’s bullets grazed How- ard’s temple and the shock knocked him down. While he lay there stunned for the moment Smith left. John Howard teft the town and when the news reached Wils How- ard within an hour or two that his brother had come near being killed by a member of the law and order party he vowed vengance. News was brought into Harlan court house Sunday morning that Wils had said that he intended to wipe out all op- position to himself and his methods at one stroke. This seemed to be verified when word was received from several directions that Wils howard’s followers were themselves. arming Later a rehable mes- senger of the law and order party. brought intelligence that the outlaw well armed to a rendezvous a few miles from the county seat. Wils crowd was gathering at his summons. Yesterday an engagement occured between the Howard and Turner factions near Harlan court house, | . . | when James Dean of Howard's party Daily Trains, 5 | was killed and five others wound- sas City to St, Louis, | THE COLORALO SHORT LINE To PUEBLO AND DENVER, BUFFETT SLEEPING CARS insas City to Denver without cnange H. C. TOWNSEND. General Passenger and Ticket Ag’t, ST LOUIs, MO, a a ARBUCKLES “sme on a package of COFFED cseraatee of excellence. ~ ‘ cate nis Ss PServer aS : BQO FOUR jed. Wils Howard and one of his jare among the wounded and it is ‘said that Howard's injuries are prob- |ably fatal. The Turners have been in poses- |sion of the townfor more than a |week. Their leader is John Turner, | just 17 years of age. Howard's for- ces have been in camp one mile from ‘town. There are about forty men lin each crowd, all armed with Win- | jchesters and revolvers. Yesterday morning Turner led his followers linan attactk on the Howard camp. | The attacking party got in their first | work but were finally driven back to ‘town. A report reached Pineville this morning ‘at 1lo’clock, that the How- ard forces in Harlan, enraged by the battle of yesterday, and the probably fatal wounding of their ieader, left camp last night and star- ted for Harlan court house, inten ding to kill every-body that belonged . to the opposition and burn the town. % flarlan County | Howard pulled his pistol and Smith | seized a winchester rifle which was | near him and both began to shoot. | had sent word to all his men to come | principal henchmennamed Jennings | |G. ©. Huff, clerk of the Harlan coun- | ty court at pineville, is afraid to go} home, though he has no connection | whatever with the trouble. | Louisville, Ky., Oct. 23.—The jlatest report from Harlan court | house,is that Howard had eut off | Lewis and his party from commu- {nication with the town. The sheriff jfrom Harlan is here urging the gov-| ernor to send troops to quell the |trouble. He says on account of the extent ofthe feud he cannot find men enough that are not connect- ed with it to quell the rioters. i Louisville, Ky., Oc. 24.-Two hours before daylight yesterday morning the law and order party, hitherto | styled the Turner faction of Harlan county, fifty men in all, armed with Winchester rifles and revolvers, un- | der the leadership of County Judge Lewis, left the Harlan court house }and made an assault on the Howard forces, which were in camp in How- ard’s house, one mile from town. The engagement was short and sharp. Not one of the attacking party was hurt, but one of Howard’s side, Millard Dean, was instantly killed and six others were wounded. Among the wounded are Bird Spur- lock, whose injuries are fatal, and Robert Napier, whose recovery is not among the possibilities. | Spur- | lock was shot in the head, almost all of his lower jaw bemg torn away by a ball from a Winehester. Napier received two bullets, one of which passed through his abdomen, prob- ably cutting the intestines. A bul- let grazed Bill Spurlock’s temple, cutting away a handful of hair, but not fracturing the skull. Will Jen- | nings was shot through the hand. There was a report that Wilson Howard had been mortally wounded but later advices are that he escaped unhurt. The Howard gang were badly de- | moralized by the attack and its dis- | astrous results and changed camp toa point about three miles from | the court house. H Terific Dynamite Explosion. | Motreal. Que., Oct. 24.—This mor- | ning a workman named Charlrand, | | with others making a drain on Pan-} | thalion street, lighted a fire in a} | forge close to several primed dyna-| i mite cartridges used for blasting. | The cartridges exploded, instantly killing Charlrand and seriously injur- | ‘ing five other persons, and badly | |damaging many houses in the| /neighborhood The wounded are! | Mrs Antoine Charbauneau, A. Le-| | Blanc, Madame LeBlanc, Phillip; ; LeBlanc and Mrs <A. Bolodian. | | Charlrand was 21 years old. He! ‘leaves a widow and two children. | | The cattle syndicate founded in | Montana by Russell Harrison has; | gone to the wall. Russell was not a; |) “Napolean of finance” in that ven- | | ture. | Ida May Wilcox, the girl of sen-| been married to an Ital. , E nge to Say not a count. Married life will seem ‘powerful dull” to her. She dotes on notorie- | | ty. i" and stra ian MOTHER AND WIFE, ‘Two windows face the highway, Two faces guard the panes, For a loved ones swift home-coming; And the rainy daylight wanes. ‘The hour has struck; he comes not; They softly talk awhile, But silence falls between them; Again they watch the stile. The wife, with poet's fancy, Sits in a blissful dream Waiting her lord's returning, In her eyes the love-light’s beam. The mother, wrinkled and white-haired, Leans on the window-sill, A smile on her saintly visage, Time-worn, yet lovely still. Which pair of eyes is keener? On whom does the vision burst! One murmurs: “Now he's coming!” The mother sees him first! Ab, yearning heart of a mother! ‘Tender as summer skies, Can wealth of wife's devotion Surpass thy sacrifice? O wife! thy dear gift cherish! The mother yields to thee Her treasure, joy and comfort; Crown thou his Zestiny. Adaline Hohf Beery, in Good Housekeeping ——_—<e »—___ A ROMANTIC PLOT. The Most Cerefully-Laid Plans Will Sometimes Go Wrong. “‘Marena,” said Miss Theresa Parola, “the most romantic adventure!” “How delightful!’ said Marena “Romance is so—so——” “So rare in this dreadful country,” said Miss Theresa. Miss Theresa Parola had never been 8 resident of any other land. She was born, brought up and educated in Squig- gletown, but as her parents had both been Spaniards, and her grandfather, who had long survived his children, was a veritable Spanish hidalgo, she felt herself greatly injured by being, to all intents and purposes, an Ameri- sa girl. She sighed for orange-groves --~ guitars, for high combs and black lace mantillas. She wore a rose be- hind her ear, carried a black fan, wore high-heeled boots, and used her eyes impressively. But people would not recognize that she was at heart a for- eigner, and the great majority of the people at Squiggletown spoke to her as Miss Parley. Moreover, she had not been taught Spanish; her parents dy- ing in her babyhood, and Miss Smith, to whose care the distant grandfather had consigned her, having placed her early at a strictly English school, be- lieving that it was her duty to get as much of the good Yankee element in- to her as possible. “I shouldn't feel my duty done ifI were to let her grow up a foreigner,” Miss Smith declared. The Spaniard was rich. He paid the bills and sent a liberal allowance to his granddaughter. As she grew older he desired that she should have a maid, and Miss Parola soon rejoiced in the presence of Marena, who came from Spain, and with whom she began to practice what she called her native language, and her one hope was that her grandfather would some day per- mit hor tocome to him. The estima- ble Don Parola, however, was having a very good time at Madrid. He still found himself admired and held a fine position in society. He had no idea of settling down as the grandpa of a grown young woman. He had spoken of “my poor daughter's infant” for eighteen years, and the information that the infant was of age thrilled him with horror. “I must marry her,” he said; ‘I must marry her to some one who will keep her in America.” Therefore the romance of which The- resa spoke to Marena. What the former knew of it was con- tained in a letter which she now held in her hand: My dear granddaughter, best beloved of my heart, never-forgotten child of my ever-be- wailed daughter: I have not had the joy of holding you in my arms and receiving your filial caress. A great pressure of business cares has prevented, and still prevents, this inex- pressible happiness, but I constantly think of your welfare, and to settle you in life will be my holiest care. Shortly will arrive in Amer- ica avery excelent and worthy young msn. True, he has not so far been fortunate, but the blood in his veins is that of great men. Ihave chosen him for you. Ido not command, butI entreat you to accept him. Don Diego is worthy of your charms, as I behold them in your photograph. The moment that he writes to me that you are betrothed to him I will buy him a partnership in the largest woolen house in New York. Probably he will not be long in following this letter. Hoping that I shall hear of your great happiness, I remain, embracing you, weeping over you, clasping you to my heart, ever-beloved orphan of my lamented children. Your adoring grandfather. PETRO PAROLA. “‘A romance at last, you see,” said Theresa, after she had read the letter toher maid. ‘“AndI intend to make it still more romantic.” “How?” asked Marena. “My plan is this,” said Theresa “This arrangement of marriage with Don Carlos Diego, who is sure to be a | handsome young Spaniard, with lovely eyes and mustache, isso far romantic, | but it has a very mercenary aspect to it afterall. Now I want to be sure that he loves me for myself alone, and I have a plan to prove it so.” “Oh, tell me, miss!” cried Marena “Miss Smith being fortunately away, and the house to ourselves for three weeks, we can carry it out,” said Theresa. ‘‘You must help me, Marena. When Don Diego comes you must pretend that you are L You must receive him. I will be your maid. You will address me as Ma- rena. I will wear your caps and. apron. You will put on my dresses and jewelry. He will pay his merce- } | ; | simple “handmaid though you be, must be my bride.” Then I will fall into his arms and cry: ‘I am your The- Yankee, So you see the whole affair will © be as delightfully romantic as @ j resa? “Yes, miss,” said Marena But as she spoke she looked first into the stars, then at her mistress, | and then back again, with a curious expression. She was much the pret | tier of the two, and who can blame her if she knew it? Every thing seemed to prosper The- resa’s plan. Miss Smith wrote that the illness of a relative must detain her yet longer than she had expected. A card arrived that afternoon in which, in true Spanish style, Don Diego expressed his hope of Sieciag| the hands of Miss Theresa Parola on the morrow. The dresses needed no attention, for Marena was exactly the same size as her mistress, and when the don was announced Theresa sat in a window embroidering, while Marena, looking very pretty in a pink silk shot with gray, which was rather unbecoming to Theresa, arose to receive him. The don was something of a disap- pointment. He was very stocky and had an immense nose, and though his eyes were large and black, the seas i swam were orange- in which they color. He was formal to a degree, and Theresa could not understand what he said to Marena in his fluent Span- ish, with that pure accent which gives the effect of a bad lisp. In fact, when the interview was over she was not de- lighted with the success of her plan, since he had not once looked at her —at least she thought so; but Marena’s version of the affair was diff erent. «What did he say, miss?” she cried in surprise. “Why, surely you under stood! You only want me to tell it over again. He kept asking who that lovely lady by the window was, and I said you were only my maid, and pre- tended to be haughty; and he said you looked like a queen, and I should have been dreadfully vexed if I'd really been alady ” “Oh, deliciou: “What a romance!” “Splendid, miss!” repeated Marena; “and I am sure it will turn out well.” “You shan’t regret helping me, Ma- rena,” said the young lady. “I’m sure I shan’t miss,” replied the maid. Still it not quite as interesting to Theresa as it might have been. The don was apparently very conscientious; he paid strict attention to the lady he supposed himself to have been sent to court, although Marena constantly re- ported speeches that satisfied Theresa’s vanity. By and by a letter arrived from the distant grandfather. ‘Are you pleased with Don Carlos?” asked, with many flourishes. Theresa replied that she was. She was not pleased with herself, but what could she do? The grandfather had added that he should buy the partner- ship at once if her reply were favora- ble, and that they could marry imme- diately. Surely the time would come very soon, judging from Marena’s reports, when Don Carlos would cast himself at her feet and exclaim: “I can bear this no longer! Love has triumphed!” But the weeks were flying, and he had not done it yet. Miss Smith was coming home—the farce must be ended. “You must manage it, Marena,” she said. ‘The next time he says how lovely I am, tell him all.” “I will, miss,” said Marena. ‘‘Oh, the partnership is bought; he told me so to-day; and he'll roll in gold some time, he says. What's yellow-whites to the eyes to that?” “I wish they were not so yellow,” said Theresa; ‘‘and I wish he was as tail as Iam; but no matter. This aft- ernoon I'll sit in the garden and read, and you can tell him all, and send him to me.” Theresa sat in the garden that after- noon and waited, but the don did not appear. After awhile she went into the house, but Marena was not to be found. Having changed her dress, she cried Theresa. he went down into the kitchen to inquire of the cook. “Tam glad you spoke, miss,” said that functionary. interfere; but I've- noticed goings-on, and I feel I must speak up.” «Thank you; I'll attend to it,” said Theresa She went up to her own room. the bed lay a letter addressed to her- self. She opened it; it was from Ma- rena, who wrote English very well, and was as follows: MIS3 THERESA: Remember it was all your plan. I've performed my part at your bidding. Don Diego fell in love with me at once. As for ou, he said he thought you dreadfully plain, and only said that much when I asked his opin- fon. Ionly say this because you are so con- | ceited—begging your pardon, miss—that you | need taking down for your own good. Weare married—or will be when you read this. He says, now the partnership is bought, | the old gentleman can't unbuy it. Itol@ him | | j j nary attentions to you, but when he | sees how lovely Iam, how much bet- ter educated, how much more charm- ing altogether than you are, he will fall in love with me. He will say: ‘Not for all Don Parolas gold will I give my hand where my heart will never Zo. You, Marena, 1 the trick after it was bought. We were en- gaged, but he could have backed out. He said he wouldn't, and what was rank in a republic like America? He said you were an idiot not to know I was the prettiest, and that you de- | served to be played one trick for another. | | However, he has yellow whites to his eyes, and ts chunky. It’s agreat match for me, butarich | | young lady like youcan getatallerone. My | best respects. MARENA. P.S.—I will send your clothes back by ex- press to-morrow. To say that Theresa was enraged would not express her emotions, but when one is ‘hoist with one’s own petard” one does not talk about it. She wrote to her grandfather that she had dismiss flirting with her maid, and “Marena has gone out; and more betoken, she had your best bonnet on, and asilk Idoubt you'd | give away yet. It ain't my place to On | go for consoled herse!f with a long, light, and generally lemon-colored young who had addressed to her a poem in which he spoke of her as “Donna Theresa.”—Fireside Compane ion. 2 | KENTUCKY MOUNTAINEERS. |& Sketch of a Feople Unknown to the Rest of the World It was early in the morning of a per~ fect April day that we went down the jPoad that leads to the banks of the | Buliskin—a creek that traverses a part ‘of Eastern Kentucky. It was a charm- | ing ride through the mists and shadows iof the early morning. Our destination was the house of an old man named Barger. It was a quaint old place, much cleaner than the houses in that place usually are, with the remarkable luxury of an “‘up-stairs” Old Mrs. Barger was preparing dinner when we arrived, and we sat dawn to dine at ten o'clock in the morning. We told the family that we dined at home about eight hours later than that, but they would not believe it. In the evening I joined the group sitting about the fire waiting for sup- per. They were ‘the boys,” come in from the farm work with several neighbors who had been helping. Darkness had fallen, and the men about the fire were as silent and se- date as only a group of mountaineers can be. The silence was suddenly broken by the entrance of a hale, hearty old man, whom all the party addressed as grandpap, and treated with great respect. The old man placed himself with utmost care on a stool near the fire, and waited until Mrs. Barger had resumed her work at the tire and the men had gone back to chewing their ‘long cut” and to silence; then he looked about him with an air of enjoyment and slowly remarked: “I lay I'm goin’ to leave this creek. “Bud Simpson has done beat Joe Baker's wife all to pieces with a fence rail and run off and lef’ her fur dead.” Various exclamations came from all sides, while Isat by and listened to the details of what seemed to me to be a shocking assault. Grandpap ex- plained with slow care how the quar- rel originated with the ‘‘dawgs and the hawgs,” and finally concluded by repeating: ‘I tell ye, I goin’ to leave the creek; it ain't safe.” Mrs. Bar- ger returned to her bacon with the astute observation, ‘Well, that beats my time,’ and took no further part in the conversation, but the men were thoroughly aroused and discussed the outrage with solemn eagerness. One tall fellow, who seemed to be a man of some importance, reached quite a fever of excitement, and all the little circle stopped to listen when he deliv- ered his opinion. ‘‘A man ain't no ht to beat a woman with a fence ail. A man shouldn't beat none of my women folks with a fence rail. If Bud Simpson wanted to beat Tildy Baker why didn’t he take his fist and beat her? Aman ain't no right to beat a woman with a fence rail. He orter to have took his fist.” The party all agreed that punish- ment with the fist was the proper mode for women and silence soon reigned again.—Cor. Washington Star. —0 CIRCUS REFLECTIONS. The Perversity of Human Nature as Dis- played in a Tent Show. It seems a rather strange thing that people of ordinary appreciation should experience more pleasure in seeing ani- mals in eccentric attitudes than in those designed for them by nature. The man who cares nothing to see the seal swim about in his tank, becomes spell-bound with delight when he ob- serves that honest-faced amphibian bumping across a board platform on the muscles of his stomach for the purpose of discharging a pistol. and showing how great a tambourine vir- ' tuoso he is. The same man, and he is generally asample of the whole audience, never knows how great an animal the pig is until he sees him, attired like a nurse, wheeling a monkey about ina baby carriage. When he sees two sheep playing leap-frog and sparring with gloves, he feela as though nature made a sad mistake in not endowing all sheep with these gifts, that they might amuse as well as feed and clothe man. He never before got so much enjoy- ment out ofa flock of sheep on abright green hillside, and he vows when he | goes toa picture sale again, he will | only buy such cattle pieces as happen to tickle his sporting fancy. He thinks what an opportunity Rosa | Bonheur missed when she failed to delineate oxen indulging ina game of see-saw, and horses runing about in a circle in Indian file, with their forelegs on the flanks of the ones just ahead. This man, who notices not the poet- ry and grace of natural motion, would be happier, perhaps, if all men stood on their heads, and walked on their hands, for nature to himis but a dull prosaic sort of a thing, as barren of | beauty as the advertised beauty, the | beautiful Mile. Soandso, who sails through the air on the flying trapeze in tights as delicate as a rosebud — Puck. 4 ee + Made to Feel at Home- “Is there any body here who wants | to see the man with the bad eyc?” he bellowed, as he came into the bar-room where the boys were discussing poli- tics. In an pulled “That's right, boys,” he said: cause if you didn’t want to see me I | was going right back home.”—Judge. i instant six revolvers * t i q i q s5-i-nio cesieseciiaiat