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The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

The ladies of the Fourth street
Methodist church will give straw
berry festival, on Broad street, on
Tuesday night, April 23rd. Fur
ther particulars will be given later,
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Don't miss the comedy drama,
Caprice" at the opera house Mon
day night, Apr 22nd, Local talent
give it for the benefit of the State
Line Cemetery Association,
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

If you want a second hand Rem
ington Type Writer No 2, in fair
condition, call on Kirby & Kelley, in
the Byrle block. tt.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Miss Mamie Hynson will render
her latest song at Ghio's opera
house, at the benefit for State Line
Cemetery Association.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Eugene Gibson will sing the beau
tiful tenor solo, Light of My Life, "
dt opera house Monday, April %.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Who Daby WAS sick, We rave ho~ o~~~A-
Viz In v~- Child she sricd for o--~h.
WAsa shs became Miss, she elunE v cAstsvt~
w''sA she haa chAes.n, she SsysN~~ sAss.va.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
COMMANDS
UNIVERSAL
ADMIRA TION,

And meyer disappolnts any
body-the neat Job work exc
cuted at the TExARKANIAN
job Office. You use printing;
we do printing; our interests
are mutual, Can we not help
each otherY Often thepaper
can extend little courtesles,
and we know the job Office
can please you, Give us your
patronage.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
NOTICE.

wArr every man and woman In tho United
pletqs Interested IN lho Opium and Whlghy
pnhca, Address n, M, WOoiey, Atlantis, uA
NoS ~, ana ono will bo sent you free
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

turn out like great many gold
mines-nothing in it, in paying
quantities.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

The Pleasant Lake May day ex-
cursion will be a grand affair,
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Abbotts East Indian Corn Paint
cures all corns, warts aud bunions,
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
Headache,
Indigestion, Biliousness,
Dyspepsia,
And all stomach troubles 0are
cured by
p. p. p.

siun)
Rheumatism is cured by p p p,
Pains and aches in the back, shoul-
ders, knees, ankles and wrists, are
all attacked and conquered by p p
p, This great medicine, by It's
blood. cleansing properties, builds up
and strengthens the whole body,
Nothing Is so ellicacious as p Z p
at this season and for toning up,
myigorating, aud as a strengthener
and appetizer, take p p p, 1t
throws oil the malaria and puts you
In good condition,
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
San JaClnto Day.

AS San Jacinto day falls on Sun
day this year the banks of the city
will observe instead the day follow
ing, which is Monday, April 22 Any
obligations becoming due on that
day will fall due on the Saturday
preceding. II Dallas News.
Our banks will not close on that
day, but will stay wide open and
dish out money, on good endorse
luents.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21

Caprice" tells you something
about yourself. Don't miss it.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
c. W. LEDBETTER,
Barber Shop.

will cut my prices to conform with
everything else, and give my customers
Cutting, csc; Shaving, lOc; Shampoolng,
25c; Sea Foam l0c; Mustachc Dye 2jc.
Other Tonsorial services in proportion. q
&. w. LEBETTER.
Shop No. 305, East Broad Street, next
TO Pete D'Arrigo.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
SCIENTIFIC SUSPENOERS

Made Tor HEALTH, COMFORT DURABuI-
ty and perfect freedom for every motion
Of the body No dragging ON the should.
ers. Trousers always kept in shape and
position. Easy In action, preventing all
strain on the buttons when sitting or
STOPPING. II not on sale by your dealer,
we will send by mail on receipt Of price,
SOC to So, postpaid. State height and
weight.
SCIENTIFIC SUSPESDtR co., Ltdo Buffalo, \, y
The Daily Texarkanian., 1895-04-21
!. and SCrOiuia

HpRNGEEID, Mo-, aug, lith, 1893,
- olo speak In tho highest tormB of
EoNt medicine from my own personal
khOWloNpa, nIniloctod With heart
glhealo, r'cUrisy and rhoumntisii for
52yoAr3, was tfe0tcdby the very best
pnymelAu' ana spent hnndrcda Of dol
lul6 lrlel cvory known remedy With
out lhdDlE r.litL have only tAgOn
QRo hotll9 Of your =, L, r., and can
ologl0lly say n has done me mora
F90l lhaAanythiDg have ever tHken,
tttVAn recommend. Your medicine 10 all
buHorerh Of lhe above dlaeaRea,
A., MRS, M, NJ, YEARY,
springfield, Groom County, Mo,
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
No 81
THE ROCKING CHAIR.
Said to BE Beneficial In Cases of Dys-
pep&ia.

Said to he Beneficial I'm Cases of Dys-
pepsia.
Critics of America" said a we'll
known physician, 'havc poked fun at
us for being a nation Of rockers. Amer
leans have been pictured as sixty mill
lions OF persons seated in sixty millions
OF rocking chairs-some of them era
dies, of course. But now comes DR..
Laine, French West India physician,
who says it is good for u.s. Ne has
been talking of what he calls the
good effects that the lullaby chair exer-
cises on subjects affected with atony of
the stomach Atony is want of tone.
Lame says that course of rocking
chair after each meal, the oscillations
being quiet and regular, stimulates
gastro-intestinal peristaltism,' and that
dyspeptics should take notice. The,
chair ought to be light, so that rocking
requires no effort@ and sufficiently in.
elined backward that the person may
lie rather than sit In 1t. Physicians
will agree that DIR. Laine has done
Americans a real service 1t has ALWAYS
been rather difficult to explain the ma,
tional passion for the rocking chair, but
now 1t Is only too easy. Americans are
the worst sufferers from indigestion
and dyspepsia In the world, but 1t now
appears that we have instinctively
rushed to what is now proved to he the
best system of relief.
The man who lunches on pie and
then balances himself in a rocking
chair is unconsciously doing his best to
stimulate his gastro-intestinal peristalt-
ism; he is practically singing lullaby
to his outraged and injured stomach.
which Is kept from crying aloud only
by this method of soothing it. Behold
In America nation of invslids vainly,
endeavoring to rock themselves to
sleep. DIR. LANES theory Is too good
not to be true"
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
PAoNoeRAPH DEsoRIeEpIN IN 1890
The Frsnchman Who Did 1t Was Consid-
cred Craxy.

cred Crazy.
A few months ago while amusing my
self with Cyrano de Bergeracs Historic
Comique des Etats ct Empires de In
Lune ct du Soliel paris, 1oeo). was
amazed, says writer in Popular Science
Monthly, to come across the matter
quoted below, which surely foreshadows
the phonograph as closely as do Bacon's
words the steamship and railway. The
author, De Bergerac, In on a voyage!
over the moon. Left alone little while
by his guide the latter gives him, to
help him while away the hour, some
books to read. The books, however,
are different from any seen on earth.
They are, in fact, little boxes, which
Cyrano thus describes:
'On opening one of these boxes 7
found l know not what kind Of metal
(apparatus) similar to our clockwork,
composed of know not how many lit,
tie devices and imperceptible machin-
cry. II was a book, certainly, but q
most marvellous one, which has neither
leaves nor characters; q book to under
stand which the eyes are useless-one
needs only to use his ears. When he
wishes to read this book he connects It
by sort of little nerve to his ears.
Then he turns a needle to tho chapter
he wishes to hear, and Immediately
there energies from the instrument, as
from the mouth of man, or from q
musical instrument, all the words and
sounds which serve the Grands Lun-
aires for language"
Twill say, further, that Cyrano an
ticipated many of the inventions and
conceptions of modern aeronauts. No
wonder that he was considered by his
contemporaries as somewhat off,"
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15

ers, carelessly. Anything the mat
ter?"
Rather" was the answer. THE
baby's lost"
What, the 'Squaller?'"
Yes There was a mad dog career
ing round, so Jane ran away and left
the 'Squaller' to 1t, like a bold fe-
male"
There's an awful rumpus inside"
said Thompson, who we always called
"Mumps," because of his pudding face
Mrs NJ. s nearly out of her mind, and
the guvnor's gone for detective"
why? Did the mad dog eat up the
'Squaller?'" asked Blathers, inno-
Gently,
Nobody knows. It's disappeared,
anyhow" said "Mumps."
1 daren't say a word for fear of
laughing
rs anybody looking for the poor lit
tie thing?" inquired Blathers, sol
emnly.
nearly burst!
mo end of people; all the place,
should fancy" said another fellow.
II think we'd better go and offer
our services, Jones, don't you?" re-
marked Blathers to me, with the most
awful wink you ever saw. II always
was fond of that baby, and who knows
but we might find it. Come along"
We went down the corridors to Mrs
Marston's sitting-room and knocked at
the door. There was no answer, so we
walked in.
"Oh, if you please, Mrs Marston,"
began Blathers and stopped.
She looked up and the sight of her
face was caution. | declare l
shouldn't have known her! Her eyes
were all red and wild, with black
marks under them, and her face was
quite old-looking and awful.
She pressed her hads together, and
said:
''Oh, boys, boys, I've lost my baby,
my darlingl"
Without word Blathers and got
out of that room as fast as ever we
could scuttle. We ran like hares to
the cave. l got there first, and
snatched up that wretched baby. In
five minutes 1t was in its mothers
arms
You should have seen her face.
never heard anything like the way
she went on over that blessed infant.
All that fuss about squalling baby!
However, it was a good lark at the
start, and l shouldn't SO much have
minded the finish, only-what do you
think she did?
She said: You dear boy!" put her
arms round my neck, and actually had
the cheek to kiss me-right before
Blathers too. l did feel fooll
Blathers roasts me about it to this
day. He says she daren't have kissed
him, but l know better. She'd have
kissed the most blackguardly looking
ruffian of smuggler that ever pirated
on the high seas, If he'd brought her
back her precious "Squaller"!-Idler.
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
x1.an-ss''nii'rhdll

girl. if possible, and carry her off.
They always do"
Not girl, Blathers," L said.
He laughed In an awful ruffianly
manner, and puffed at his pipe.
why not?"
"Oh, they're silly, and take up so
much room. Besides, there isn't a girl
worth looking at about here-unless
Jane would do"
Jane was the "Squaller's" nurse She
wasn't bad-looking, so far as had no
ticed.
"Janer' said Blathers, in disgust.
I've not come down to servant girls,
thanks"
q forgot to mention that Blathers is
older than me; he's nearly tifteen.)
There was, as the novels say, "a pro-
longed pause" Then, suddenly, old
Blathers said:
Tell you what-why not the 'Squal-
err itself?"
| was staggered.
What, kidnap the 'Squaller?'" 1
cried.
Exactly. 1t wouldn't take up much
room, and there'd be no end of sport"
| agreed that it was a good idea, but
had my doubts about the future.
Suppose anything happened to it.
Don't babies heads roll off when they
amt properly held together? They
always seem as if they're not on very
tight. remember my sister had one,
and when tried to hold it"
shut upl" said Blathers, contemptu-
ously; II don't want to hear about your
sisters kid There's no fear, Jonesie;
babies have nine lives, like cats; and il
it did croak, should think they'd bs
thankful to get rid of it."
That settled the matter.
The "Squaller's' doom was sealed!
We laid our plans artfully. Two
days later, when Jane was wheeling
the "S4ualler" up Gypsy Lane in the
perambulator (for a wonder it was
asleep-the baby, l mean, not the per
ambulator), she heard an awful Yell
She was walking along as if to-mor-
row was a year off, and sort of chew
ing the cud, when she saw us fellows
coming down the lane as if Old Nick
was after us.
Mad dogl mad dogr' shrieked
Blathers, and l holloaed: Run for
your lifel Run-run-run!"
Jane gave one awful yelp, and
bolted before you could say Jack
Robinson.
When we could see for laughing,
Blathers snatched up the "Squaller,
and we both tore off to the cave as fast
as we could pelt OF course, the little
brute woke up and began to squall,
but we got it safe in. and nobody
saw us.
You must go and smuggle bottle
or something, or l shall never stop it,
said Blathers, who was waving the
bundle of clothes up and down, till 1t
was a wonder the kid inside wasn't
shaken to a jelly. Lordl how it did
yell
/ sneaked round to the house, and
collared bottle full of milk that was
standing in the nursery. II 1t hadn't
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
Fled from m Rat.

A Larlxin street restaurant In San
Francisco was nearly wrecked recently
by most peculiar incident. As 1t was
the noon time, business was lost for at
least one day. The proprietor, who
had been out on the street somewhere,
went to closet, donned his black
alpaca coat and started to wait on q
couple of ladies. He drew o napkin
from the coat pocket to brush q crumb
from the table cloth, when out jumped
rat nearly as big as ground hog.
The women were on the table In sec
ond. Men upset chairs and tables try
ing to stamp on the animal, but 1t
escaped all the blows aimed at 1t and
chased around and around the place
looking for some avenue of escape for
fully five minutes. By the time the
restaurant cat woke up and caught the
rat the place was sorry wreck and
half the patrons had disappeared
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15

nearu come back 10 him, an he seen
them wild onearthly things every
where about him.
'.Tremblin' all over he rose to his
feet and staggered toward the house.
He sais he's sure he walked fer five
minutes before he set down exhausted,
but there he was on thet same old
stump. He stayed there pantin' and
listenin', but he didn't hear rothin'
but the wind an the wotter, an he seen
a hundred shadders thet looked to him
like ghosts wavin' to and fro around
the clearin' Down in the woods he no
ticed a big white thing standin' quiet.
He stared at it hard, tremblin' all over
and his teeth chatterin'. 1t seemed
like it moved toward him, an SO he
grabbed a stone an throwed it at it
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
AMONG THE POULTRY.

DON'T trust the hired man or boy to
look after the chickens. They will
neglect them. II you want the poultry
attended to properly do 1t yourself.
Do NOT let the chicks roost on small
roosts while they are young. II they
roost before their breasts become firm
and hardened, they will be sure to
have crooked breast bones.
EXPERIENCE is great school in
poultry raising, and the mistakes are
guideposts to keep every one In line.
Get all the experience you can and
avoid making the same mistakes twice,
and then you will be on the road to q
profitable success.
AT this season of the year, when
there is an unlimited range, care will
be necessary TO observe, by liberal
feeders, not to overfeed the fowls.
There will be little or no danger of
overlooking the CHICKS, as ii takes all
they can get to furnish them bone,
muscle, feathers and flesh.
The success of many a man in the
poultry business, both commercially
and from fancier's standpoint in
show records, is due to women, who
get no credit They have been the
power behind the throne many a time
when men have received the honors-
Prairie Farmer.
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
WASHBURNES PREDICAMENT.
Had to Stand In His Stocking Feet mt u
French Court Dinner.

Had to Stand In His Stocking Feet mt u
French Court Dinner.
When Elihu Washburne was United
States minister to France there was a
court dinner given at the palace of the
Tuilleries one night by the emperor,
Napoleon I'LL, says the Cincinnati,
Times-Star. 1t was the custom at these
dinners when the empress arose to re-
tire with the ladies for the gentlemen
to rise from their seats and step back,
so that the ladies should pass down the
line between them and the table. BY
this all could avoid turning their backs
on the empress. Mr.. Washburne had
very tender feet. During the dinner
they had given him a great deal of an
noyance, and to ease himself he had
slipped off his patent leather pumps.
He was absorbed in conversation at the
close of the dinner and was caught un-
awares when the empress made the sig
nal for departure. Mr.. Washburne was
obliged to step back without his pumps.
There he stood in his stocking feet,
grave, dignifed and self-possessed In
the row of grinning diplomats to his
right and left. He betrayed none of
the embarrassment he must have felt,
and was never heard to allude to the
incident.
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15

with all his force. The thing disap-
peared an there was quiet; then a
splash as the rock fell inter the black
pawned down be the creek. Thet old
bullfrawg Pumpledink he'd all spring
ben tryin' to ketch with piece of red
flannel on a fishhook, climbed out on a
lawg an begin in the deep way them
frawgs talks through their noses:
'Bully-rum- -bully-rum-bully- y-rum.'
"You could killed Bill Pumplekinll
with feather he was thet bad skeered.
He fell back on the stump gaspin', an
in his Dutch-like way he yells: Voices
voices ag'in!'
Bully rum, bully rum sails the
frawg, talking through his nose like Il
Temperance lect'rer.
'Bully-rum' howls Pumpledink.
Young man, beware! / for one'll
never tech another drop An he sank
all in heap.
"They was silence ag'in. Whip.
poor-willp cries the bird acrosst the
clearin'
bill Strengthened up and bellers
I'm here, but I amt the same man. 8"
'Look-clookr squawks the old hen.
'To-who-to-who,' sais the owl
'Poor-willr cries the bird acrosst
the clearin'.
'Bully-rum,' croaked the frawg
through his nose.
''Bill tried to rise, but couldn't.
Then from over in the barnyard came:
'Baa-baa-baa.
Pad. knows it pad he yells in
his Dutch way, never recergnizin' the
voice of his one-eyed ram. But I'll
nefer, nefer tech another drop
"Then come the stroke that done
Bill Pumpledink clean. 1t was more'n
he could stan. The bird over acrosst
the clearin' must a moved up tree,
fer he could hear her plain as she
broke out real loud: 'Whip-poor-will!
'Who-who? calls the old owl, pitt
ful-lilxe. Pumpledink raised his hand
to his ear to ketch what was said.
Right from the limb over his head come
the answer: 'Kitty-did, kitty-did.'
He looked up at the limb surprised,
but didn't see nothin' but the moon
shinin' down.
''Then come agin: 'Who-whoP
'Kitty-didKit she did
"Pumpledink rolled off the stump
and lay in the grass groanin' in his
Dutch-like way: Meier. I'm pretty
low, but my wife nefer he'd to lick me.
Voices! Voices!
Bully rum bully rum calls the
frawg through his nose, rememberin'
the red flannel and the fish hook
"Pumpledink didn't know no more.
His boy Barnabas he'd heard him
calm an got him home on a wheel
barrer. He's never teched drop
sence."
The Chronic Loafer rose to his feet
and gazed intently at the Miller, who
was trying to avoid his eyes by look
ing across the valley.
II must be goin' home," said the
Loafer, ter get in the wood, but /
must say thet either you er Bill Pum-
pledink er Barnabas hes a power O.
Imagination. IN. Y.Evening Sun.
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15
BEES FORM FRIENDSHIPS.
Experience of n Young Man to who's
They Took a Liking.


al always loved bees, said the youn z
man In gold-bowed glasses behind the
dairy counter as he handed down n
honeycomb for the inspection of an
idle customer. When | was on the
farm" he continued, ~ could go all
about the hives and not get stung, and
none of the others dared go near the
bees. We used to have an old farmer
come around and tend to the swarrns.
but one day when l was a boy WORK
ing in the fields heard great hum
swarm a-coming. Well, l picked up a
tin pan that was there and hammered
on it till the bees settled on the end Of
fence rail. Then l thought coul a
tend to the swarm as we'll as the old
farmer, so got an old hive, washed {
out with honey and water, rubbed my
hands and arms with burdock juice
and honey water and went at the
bees. | got them off that rail by the
handful and they never stung me.
After that regularly tended to
the bees. Whenever there was a
swarm rolled up my sleeves, took OFF
my shoes and hat and went at them. I
have taken them from all sorts of
places, but ! was stung only once
They'd light on my head by the dozen
and crawl through my hair That
used to send cold chills down my back
Sometimes my arms were so covered
with bees that from wrist to elbow you
couldn't see the flesh. The one time
when l was stung / had found a swarm
on high limb and was saving 1t off
and at the same time holding on to
it SO that il should not fall to the
ground with the bees In doing this I
squeezed one of the bees and 1t flew
straight at my temple and stung me
just above the eye. Since / left the
farm the folks have given up the bee
business. There's no doubt about il,
bees like some folks and hate others,
and don't know any reason for the
difference. IN. Y. Sun.
Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-08-15


know it then, but it seems that the
rock fell near big hen that was lay
ing by the fence with family under
her wings. This here hen was natral
surprised, still, an looked up an sails
loud like: 'Clookp
"Pumpledink started an put his hand
to his ear, an in his Dutch way sails:
Voices
He was kinder scared settin' out
there in the woods alone, and unable
10 move without a stump follyin'
him.
"'Clook-clool1-clook,' sais the hen a
leetle louder.
"Looll?' yells Bill, gittin' white.
Look? Voices in the grass. Look"
Then from the top of the poplar
tree behind him somethin' calls out:
'To-who-to- o-who-to- -whoH
"Clook-clook-clook, sais the old
! hen, gittin' excited.
! To-who-to-who, came the reply
| from the tree.
s'Bill Pumpledink's hair jest stood on
end, an, tremblin' all over, he got up
! an ran toward the house, an when he
! got all out of wind he sank down ag' in
on a stump, an there it was jest the
same old stump, though he sais he's
! positive he must a-run clean acrosst
the clearin'. Then he painted, fer he
was all outer breath: Look! To-who!
| Woicesr
Everything was quiet, an he could
hear nothin' but the breeze shakin' the
leaves overhead, and the wotter ripplin'
along the creek down in the woods.
He was all a-tremblin', an would a-felt
better, he sais, eff only a wildcat 'ud
a-called, fer he didn't like them ghost
ly voices. He picked up stone, and
cautious like, tossed it toward where
the old hen was.
"'Clook- -clook,' she sails
"'Gawd,' sais PumpledinlS in his
Dutch way.
'To-who-to-who" calls the owl over
head.
"He near fell off the stump he was so
bad frightened, fer from over acrost
the clearin' came the answer plain:
Poor r-will-poor-will.
Its me them voices Is tallIin'
about thinks he. All the stories OF
ghosts an hubg gubblings he'd ever
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