The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, March 17, 1910, Page 4

We've Poinsellas ia our Garden. SoMa says.’ Simple Sve - hich ‘1s sTrange, | Thought thet Weve Kep? in Kennels did't you? —, 1 really wonder f ‘avoth she) - What breed a , Poin setta would be HOW THE YOUNG IDEA SHOOTS Many Children So Crammed with Everything They Really Know Nothing—Some Definitions. Many children are so crammed with averything that they really know noth Ing. In proof of this read these ver , {table specimens of definitions, whit ten by public school children: “Stability is taking care of a stable.” “A mosquito is the child of black and white parents.” “Monastery ts the place for eters,” “Tocsin is something to do with get ting drunk.” “Expostulation is to have the smalk pox.” “Cannibal is two brothers who killed each other in the Bible.” “Anatomy ie the human body, which consists of three parts, the head, the chist and the stummick. The head con- tains the eyes and brainsifany. The chist contains the lungs and a piece of the liver. The stummick is devoted to the bowels, of which there are five, a, e, f, 0, u, and sometimes w and y."— Everybody's Magazine. | PUPILS THAT WERE VERY Wise) One Filled His Room with Hay and/ Straw, While Other Bought Small Lamp and Oil. An old philosopher who had two pw pils one day gave each a sum of money, and told them to purchase something with it, which should fill the room where they did their studies. One pupil went out into the market and bought a large quantity of hay and straw, and the next morning he invited his master to see his room, which he had almost filled with the results of his purchase. “Ah! very good, very good!” ex- elaimed the philosopher; and now mon At the Junction By Donald Allen | @ single bench Copyright, 199 by Associated Literary Press.) Miss Carrie Mayberry had made a } Journey of 70 miles up the state to | pay a month's visit to her aunt. She | bad had to change cars at a junction en route, but the conductor had been | 0 courteous, and there had been so many passengers changing with her, | that she had not minded the ten-min- | ute wait. In returning after her visit ; Was up, things were different. The conductor was a cross-grained old chap who had no good-looking daughter of bis own, and then the only other pas- senger to get off and take the G. & B. Toad was a young man, who proceeded to saunter up and down the platform without giving Miss Carrie a second look. As If these three or four things were not bad enough, she learned that the train she had to wait for was three hours behind time. She did not learn ea from the young man—oh, no. He ‘ound out for himself and then kept the information to himself, though he must have known what a hurry she was In to get back home and see pa and ma. He just didn’t care whether she got home that day or the week after. Miss Carrie learned about the late: | ness of the train from the red-headed depot agent. It was a country junc- tion. The depot and his house were the only two buildings there. The only landscape for three miles around was made up of a spotted cow, a swamp. a haystack and a water-tank. It took the red-headed man just one hour to get ready to come out on the platform and say: “Your train was three hours late an hour ago; now it's only two hours.” “What! My train late!” was the ex- clamation. “Why didn't you tell me so when I got off?” “No good. You'd have had to stay just the same.” The young man saw her look of chagrin, disappointment and anger from the flour barrel on which he was turning to the other pupil, he said: “Well, my friend, what have you bought?” “A small lamp and some oil, which will fill the room with a light in the dark evening hours. This will enable us to continue our studies by night as well as by day, if we should so wish,” replied the pupil. “You have made a wise purchase,” said the philosopher. A wise pupil, who profits by instrue tion, is the delight of the master. ROOMY HOUSE FOR SQUIRREL In Order to Keep the Littie Pets in Comfortable Quarters Suitable Cage Must Be Built. In order to keep a squirrel in com- fortable quarters in winter as well as in summer one must construct a cage The Only Landscape Was Made Up of a Spotted Cow, a Swamp, a Hay- stack and a Water-Tank. | sitting, but did not come forward and take the red-headed man by the neck or speak words of consolation to her. She looked at him and mentally called him names—real hard names. The agent had a home, a wife and two children. It was a few rods away, and the right thing would have been to invite Miss Carrie to tarry there. He didn’t do the right thing. He didn’t The sitting room was about 12 feet square. It contained a rusty stove and Its windows had not been washed since the surrender of Lord Cornwallis and the only picture on the walls was that of a young lady with long hair and holding in her hand a bottle of the stuff that did the trick. | Miss Carrie took one end of the bench | and the young man the other. For! 20 minutes she guzed at her tees and he at his. Then they raised their! eyes as high as the long-haired girl and kept them there a long time. She could have grown another foot of hair while they looked. Then the red-headed man came in and said he guessed it was going to rain, and went out again. As it had been pouring for half an hour’ his ob- servation struck home. The young man wished to himself that he had such a father-in-law and Miss Carrie wished to herself that he would come to the Boston weather bureau and run the weather for a while. Then the young man consulted his watch. The girl wished it would stop with a bang, and she walked over to one of thé two windows to see if the cow still stood out on the marsh. He walked over to the other to see if the haystack still stood upright or had a Pisa tower lean to it. Silence for 20 minutes, The two could almost hear more rust gathering on the stove, Then, all of a sudden, Miss Carrie gave way. She had been wanting to ery about something for three weeks past. The something had come. There were tears and sobs. “What's—what's the matter?” asked the young man, “You are!" she answered flercely. “How am I—I—?” “You know. Here I've been for a whole week, and you haven't—haven’t even spoken to me! No, you haven't, and I'm ready to tell you what I think of you!” “But, you know—you know—!”" he faltered, “Of course, I know! Was it my business to come up and speak to you first? You knew I was impatient. You knew I was lonesome. You knew I had nowhere to go. And—and you just walked and walked and walked, and you wouldn't even look at me. Where are your manners, sir? Are you a stick of wood or a young man?” “But I flirted with a girl once and she froze me.” lamely protested the young man “But am 1 that girl? Are all girls alike? Did that girl have to wait five or six weeks at an old junction? I—I don't want to flirt. T want to talk— just talk | want to know when that old train is coming—when it's going to stop raining—what time it is—ift the curl has come out of my hair in this dampness, and lots and lots more! Why, if you hadn't been a chump—I mean if you had been a talker, we might have had a real long visit and I could have told you all about my Aunt Sarah.” It wasn’t too late to make amends. The young man hitched nearer and be- gan to talk, and half an hour later when the red-headed man came in to say that the train had concluded to be two additional hours late, the couple gave him no attention and he went to the house and sald to his wife: “Well, they’ve took to each other at last, and I just heard him ask her if she would correspond. If it ain't aj marriage within a year then I'll dye my hair and grow chin-whiskers.” MRS. HEN KEEPS AT WORK Trainmen Have Come to Realize That Biddy Is No Loafer Even When Traveling. Fresh eggs are no novelty among | the railroad and express men who! handle the big shipments of live poul- try that comes into New York from | all sections of the country. If the | hen has developed the laying habit | she does not forget it during her last | Journey. About the last thing that happens before the trainmen turn their poultry shipments over to the consignee is an egg hunt. The ex- care whether she walked the platform or roosted on the haystack. And that young man! A nice speci- men he was. Of course, Miss Carrie ied i perienced searcher is careful not to make a disturbance, but reaches into the crate which houses a section of the shipment, gently pushes the in- mates, first to one side and then to the other, his search usually being re- warded by a number of eggs, which are found lying on the crate bottom. Queer tenants are sometimes found im poultry crates. A year or more ago, when a crate of poultry from Towa was opened at the Farmers’ mar ket, Gansevoort and West streets, a little kitten was found among the poul- try, thirsty and half starved. The marketmen fed it and made a pet of it afterward. Anyone who goes to the market now will see a fine Maltese In Cromwell's "Twas the 5th of September, ‘51, as I rode up .the Newbury road. It seemed that years rather than a few days, had passed since I fought with my liege on fil-fated Worcester field. And now in the bitter anguish of my heart, I cursed the fates that had made Cromwell ruler of England, and my king an exile from his land. Thus ran my thoughts, when a sud- den scream came from the road be- hind Hastily tightening my armor, I wheeled my horse and waited. Around a bend in the road came two men, and betwixt them a maid, quite sad and forlorn. The sight of their Puritanic garb set the blood tingling in my veins, “Whence came you, sir?” demand- ed he who appeared to be in com- mand; “you look jaded.” “Verily, Master Rowe,” sneered the other, casting a suspicious glance at me, “he seems surely spent, as though he had ridden from afar, from Worces- ter field.” But I cared not to disclose myself 8o early in the play, and so turned to them with a light laugh. “Sottly, softly, Master Rowe,” I an- swered, “all in good time. But whence take you the maid?” “She hath a ribald tongue, even for a royalist, and dost this night, with the help of God, lodge in Newbury jail,” he answered, Mechanically I gave my name in an- swer to their questioning glances, for I was looking at the maid, from the dainty poise of her head to the modest show of ankle ‘neath her gown, Al- ready | knew my heart was no longer my own, and the wistful look she bent on me searched out my very soul. Awhile I sat in silence. Then I threw myself from my horse and walked past them, they making reluc- tant way for me. “What name, child?” I asked. “Margaret Grant, sir,” she answered prettily, dropping me a courtsey. Then, with a sudden defiance: “I believe in my king—” “Say no more, child,” I interrupted; “and care you to go to Newbury?” “Nay,” she made answer, drawing a pace nearer me. ‘Twas entirely un- looked for, this act of confidence, and it set the red blood dancing merrily in my veins. “Then,” quoth I, unsheathing my sword, “with the help of God you shall not go.” Tn an instant the two had drawn. “Have a care,” blustered one Purt- tan, “thou art resisting the lord gen- eral, Master Rue.” “'Tis no new sensation,” I answered lightly. ‘“’Twas but yesterday I resist- ed him at Worcester field.” The rogue went white to the lips at my words, and drew back a step. But Master Rowe, made of sterner stuff, without more ado, faced me. 'Twas a bout quite handily waged. Thrice he foiled me, but on the fourth attempt I found him, and his life went out in a spasm of agony. ‘Twas scarce done when the second Puritan, who, perchance, had been but biding his time, sprang at me. The maid's frightened cry was my warning, and I turned fn time to réceive his on- set. At last he rolled into the road by the side of his’fellow knave. ‘Twas but the work of a moment to seize Margaret around the waist and swing her into the saddle before me. Something in the touch sent a hot wave through my body, and scarce knowing what I did, I bent forward in the saddle and kissed her full on the lips; Then digging my rowels into my horse we sprang away, but not before her dainty hand had left a livid, smart- ing imprint off my cheek. My face flushed crimson over the in- sult I had offered her, and I felt her body tremble in the arm I was forced to keep about her waist. Anon I thought she was weeping, and my soul rose up in anger against me. “Fool that I was,” I muttered, gaz- ing ruefully at the pretty curve: of throat and chin, “aye, fool.” “Ni she made reply, in a voice that set my heart beating wildly, “only a trifle indiscreet.” Slowly, ever fearfully, I tightened my arm around her waist and gradual- ly drew her head toward my shoulder. Gently I turned her face, until her eyes looked into mine, and ‘twasa kiss that sealed our love. Do This Better Abroad. “When all is said and done,” the Englishman, “your Uncle the market have given it a Wide tation.—New York Press. Joining India and Ceylon. Another Car of Potatoes WE will have another car of Seed and Table po- tatoes this week. Are about out of our first two cars. If you want any of the fine seed po- tatoes, don’t put it off-COME AT ONCE. LOOK OUT! For the hot weather is coming. Be prepared-~get a Perfection Oil Cook Stove and you will not suffer with the heat half so much. FOR COMPARISON Seedless raisins in the bulk at 3 Ibs. fine dry peaches for... 3 cans of large tomatoes for. 1 gallon bucket syrup for Fancy Japan rice, not the broken kind Jello, any flavor Crackers, in box lots, salted or plain, at 2 Ibs. oysters at.......... Early June peas Flake hominy , We have the largest stock of Garden Tools in Butler. Call and see. We have any thing you want. Garden Seeds Bulk or Package Call and get our catalogue and select your seed. Allfresh. We don't keep a seed over. Everything * new. Yours, Norfleet é Ream Phone 144 TheOnly Independent Grocery and Nardware Store. White Front West Side Square BUTLER. MO. ; You Can Have Insured Clothes ~ THAT'S the kind we offer you in Clothcraft, With each Clothcraft garment goes 27 insurance policy in the form of a signed guarantee by the maker. And we stand back of it, too. The guarantee means that your Clothcraft Suit must hold its style— that it is strictly pure wool—that the coat front won’t break—that the collar and lapel won’t sag or pucker, Think what this means to you. Yet Clothcraft Clothes cost Ro more than ordinary clothes which never could stand such backing. CLOTHCRAFT All-Wool Clothes $10 to$25 Don't decide on your spring clothes until you learn the Facts about Clothcraft, American Clothing House One Price Clothiers _ Every Woman Happy who use WASHCLEAN The Wash-day Wonder of Modern Science. A Real 20th Century Invention. : New, Scientific and Honest Production. Woman's Hardest Work Made Easy. _ Absolutely Harmless to Clothes or Hands. * The Steam Concussion Process does the work in 15 minutes that otherwise takes an hour. _ bing to pieces on wash-board or machine. — turned to Wash Hour and keeps the.