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THE TEMPLE IN THE TWILIGHT.
The lyric of the timid thrush
That tills the star-gemmed arc
JK. hymn Is, after which the hush
Of dusk, and then the dark.
The fragrant garden blossoms bright.
That waver to and fro,
Are censers from which, through the
The winds sweet Incense blow.
The moon, the sister of the sun.
Who lifts a face so pale
In worship, Is a patient nun.
Half hidden in her veil.
And I—a wanderer am I,
Who, turning from my way.
Have entered in this Temple by
The bright door of the day.
Alone and free of every care,
I linger here, and long
My lips move in sweet words of prayer
After the evening song.
—Frederic P. Sherman, in N. Y. Independ
| A CLEW BY WIRE j
Or, An Interrupted Current. S;
1 BY HOWARD M. YOST. 5;
Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lippincott Co. 3;
CHAPTER XVI. —CONTINUED.
Now I certainly had received no mes
sage from Florence. If one had been
Bent me it must have been either dur
ing my first visit to the cellar or during
my trip to Sidington, and therefore I
had missed it.
"Yes, I have heard that they have met
again. Much good may it do them!"
Jackson responded with a sneer. Then
he went on:"And since you found my
hiding-place, perhaps you'll tell me
what you expect to gain by coming to
It? Have you arrived at your right
"I have," came the answer.
"Oh, then you agree to give your
daughter to me. 1 thought you would
come to time."
"No, a thousand times no! I have
come to have an accounting from you."
"Accounting? From me? For what,
I wonder?" Jackson asked, with indo
"You have broken our solemn agree
ment. You have removed not only your
share of what remains, but also mine.
Restore it, and you will not be injured,
although we can never again resume
our compact. Refuse to do so, and I
will crush j'ou."
"Oh, ho, you will, will you? now?"
asked Jackson, in derisive tones.
"By denouncing you," Mr. Morley re
"Now, that is useless and foolish talk.
Let us reason, as between two business
men," said Jackson, assuming a confi
dential style. "I want to marry your
daughter. At first you kept promising
me that I should do so. All through the
five years of patient waiting for an op
portunity to tup the vault, you kept me
to the job by that promise. Lately you
refuse to fulfill your promise, and yet
you now talk to me of breaking our
agreement. Give me your daughter.
You know she would be influenced by
"It cannot be."
'And why not? I know she doesn't
like me, but I love her and want her
more than anything on earth. She'll
do as you tell her; you know that.
Come, I'll give up not only your share
of what remains, but all my own. lam
rich now, and don't need it."
"And who made you rich?"
"Oh, you did. I don't deny it; and 1 you
have my thanks," replied Jackson, in
mocking- tones. "That last deal in
which we were on opposite sides hap
pened to turn my way, and I got the
pile you dropped. That's my luck. I
can give her as luxurious a home as
she has had. Come, old man, be rea
"Never. You cannot have her. She
despises you, and her likes and dis
likes have more weight with me than
anything- you could offer. Thank God,
she will marry a better man than either
you or me."
"Oh, she will! Not while I live. No.
«he shall marry no one if not me," Jack
eon exclaimed, in rage.
"And you thought that removing the
6tolen bonds to sorue secret hiding place
of your own and thereby depriving me
of my share would compel me to ac
cede to your demand for my daugh
ter's hand?" asked Mr. Morley, in great
"Partly that. There was another rea
son, too. I had an idea that some one
was on our track, and it was my pur
pose to throw proof on the one who was
universally considered the guilty party
In case it became too hot for us."
"Too hot for you," quietly interposed
"No, for us. Do you suppose I have
been such a fool as to place myself so
completely in your power that my safe
ty should depend on your whim? Not
much! If lam found out, be sure you
go down with me, in spite of your hig-h
standing and incorruptible honor."
Jackson hissed out these words with
"Tliis> conversation is fruitless. We
will ch-tuye it," remarked Mr. Morley,
In tones wherein great «Jort at self
control was evident. "New, restore my
portion of the bonds, and you have my
word that I will not molest you. Ke
fuse, and I'll grind you down in the
dirt, where you belong."
"Bluff! all bluff!" exclaimed Jack
son, with a derisive laugh. "There was
a time when I was afraid of you, but not
now, not now. You've been so very kind
as to tell what you'll do; now let me
have my say. You'll give me your
daughter, or I will denounce you. Yon
know I can do it. I hold absolute proofs
which will astonish the world, you bet.
Don't answer just yet. Think over
what I am saying. I know well I must
fall when you do. My showing you up
necessarily includes that. But you
are such a senseless old fool in re
fusing- me your daughter that it would
\>c a pleasure to show you up. Besides,
I do love Florence, and if I can't) have
her I don't care what happens to me."
There must have been something in
Mr. Morley after this speech which dis
turbed Jackson, for he gave vent to a
nervous laugh and backed away, so that
I could not see him.
"Now, don't act like a fool, old man,
and do anything—"
Refore Jackson could finish a pistol
shot rang out.
This was immediately followed by
two other reports. Mr. Morley had evi
dently missed the first time, and his
second shot sounded simultaneously
with Jackson's return fire.
Then Mr. Morley staggered before the
passageway. His arms were upraised,
and the hands worked convulsively.
He made a great effort to speak, but
no £<sund came from his lips, except a
deep groan asi he fell forward) full
length. And there he lay, motionless,
his face resting on the hard floor.
In a moment Jackson was bending
over him. The look of horror, of fear,
of dread in his face as he arose from
beside the prostrate body told a tale of
With nervous haste he picked up the
papers which had fallen from his hand,
and. throwing a hasty glance around,
seized the lantern and entered the pas
sageway, intent on instant flight.
Too horrified to think what course to
pursue, I backed away from the door
and took a position near the stairs.
Jackson entered the cook-house cel
lar, and, placing the lantern upon the
floor, closed the door. Then he turned
and peered about. The start he gave
and the alarm on his face told me I
was discovered. He had his pistol still
in his hand, and started to raise hisarm.
"No, no," I cried; "keep that hand
down!" He saw I had him covered with
my revolver, and he obeyed my com
mand for the moment. Rut I knew that
he was a desperate man and would not
hesitate to throw his life away in the
endeavor to escape. Therefore I hastily
followed up the advantage.
"You'll throw that pistol to me," I
continued. "Instantly, you damned
villain, you murderer, or, as sure as
But my words were interrupted. ITe
h;id backed up against the door, his
eyes staring fixedly at me. There was
a movement of his arm, and I was about
to pull the trigg-er to forestall his pur
pose of firing at me, when a report
sounded out from behind him, as he
leaned against the wall and door, and
with a loud cry he sprang forward,
eame down all in a heap, rolled over on
his back, and lay there, dead—dead, and
by his own murderous device for guard
ing his hiding place.
Hurried footsteps were crossing the
room above, and I hastily took up a new
position of defense.
"Stop!" I yelled, as the feet began to
descend. "The stairs are covered by my
There was a pause, and a hurried con
sultation upr 1 the landing.
"Is that you diown there, Mr. Con
way?" inquired a voice which I recog
"Yes, it is; and, as I do not know
whether you are an enemy or a friend,
Mr. Sonntag, I guess I won't run any
risk. You'd better stay up. You have
me in your power, penned up here in
this hole; but if I've got to die some
one else g-oes with me."
Again there was a hurried conversa
tion in low tones between Sonntag and
some other party, who I surmised was
"Perhaps you will not object to my
approach, Nelson," a v.oice called out
as a second pair of leg« came down.
"We are all friends, true friends," it
There was something so familiar in
the sound of the voice that I hesitated
in again uttering a remonstrance.
"We are all friends," the man said
again, as his head reached below the
level of the floor. Dim though the light
was upon the stairs, I recognized him
immediately, and with a loud call
sprang toward him.
"Mr. Perry! Oh, thank God, you
have come!" I stepped unthinkingly
on the plank at the bottom, and he
came down to me and grasped my hand.
"Don't mind that. It cannot hurt
you," I remarked, as the warning voice
again sounded out, just as though its
services were longer needed.
"I know, it cannot," Mr. Perry re
marked, with a smile. Here Sonntag
and another man brushed by us, and
went to Jackson's prostrate body.
"Will you look here, sir?" Sonntag
called, motioning for Mr. Perry to ap
"My God! It is Jackson! ITow terri
ble! Is he dead? Who did it?" asked
Mr. Perry, glancing up at me. "Were
you compelled to shoot him, Nelson?"
"No, I am thankful that no man's
blood is on my hands. Although I
came very near shooting him."
Then I explained how Jackson had
been killed. I told nothing about Mr.
Morley's connection with the affair.
They listened intently, and then Sonn
tag, carrying a jimmy, went to the door.
"Will you two stand to one side?"
Sonntag called out. "That shooting ap
paratus might go off again in getting
the door open."
The bundle of papers which had
fallen from the dead man's grasp was
picked up by Sonntag's companion and
handed by him to Mr. Perry. Then the
man turned to me, and, bestowing a
smile upon me at the astonishment he
evidently saw depicted on my face, went
to Sonntag's assistance.
No wonder I was amazed. For the
man was he who had played such a
treacherous game upon Florence, had
tried to shoot me, and had escaped my
wrath a few minutes before—Skinner,
the station agent at Siding-ton.
"Ah, here is some of it, Nelson —some
of the stolen bonds!" Mr. Perry ex
claimed, in excitement. "Perhaps we
may recover all of them. I don't sup
pose there is any hope of getting back
the money," he continued, with a sigh.
"Oh, well, the bonds stolen amounted to
$500,000. If we get them back, it will
Then he hurriedly stepped over near
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 9, 1898.
the door to watch Sonntag and Skin
ner, leaving me to my thoughts.
I'oor Florence! My lieurt was rent
when 1 pictured her grief. And my
promise to Mr. Morley that she should
never hear anything against her fa
ther to cause a diminution of her love
and respect—how was I to keep that
promise, when the father lay there in
j onder room, shot to death by his part
ner, his tool, his pupil in crime?
llere another pistol-report sounded,
followed by an exclamation of satisfac
tion from Sonntag, for immediately the
door swung open.
"Now, then, Mr. Conway, you can
investigate this mystery," he said, com
ing toward me.
While Mr. Perry and Skinner were en
gaged in searching for the cause of the
voice and the pistol-shots, Sonntag
spoke in low, earnest tones:
"Where is the man who came down
after you?" he asked.
1 pointed toward the inner apart
"What, did Jackson lock him up
there? llow did he succeed —" Then he
paused, and, holding the lantern higher,
gazed thoughtfully in my face. "Dead,
too? You don't mean to tell me!"
I nodded my head.
"Lord Almighty!" Sonntag ex
claimed, and then turned slowly from
me and joined the two at the door.
"Mr. Conway, come here," Mr. Perry
called to me. "See," he said, when I
came up, "hore is the voice."
On one side of the door was a wooden
box, in which was a phonograph.
"You observe this wire," began Skin
ner. "It is attached to the instrument,
and runs down seemingly in the
ground. Now I'll go and °tep on the
plank and see if the wire is not moved
and the phonograph set a-going." He
uid so, and a clock-work arrangement
was set in motion which communicated
with the instrument.
"Let us see what pulls the wire," said
We went over to the plank, and saw
that Skinner had raised it so we could
look underneath. There was a steel
spring under one end, which was com
pressed when a weight was put upon
the plank. The compression operated a
lever which pulled the wire attached to
it. The wire ran through an iron pipe
under the stones toward the phono
graph, the other end being fastened to
the clock apparatus as we had already
An arrangement like that which oper
ates the phonograph was also used for
81l eye* •Taring' fixedly at m».
the revolver, which was fixed above it,
the muzzle pointing to the small hole
in the mortar between two stones. The
spring', however, which caused the ex
plosion of the pistol, was fastened 011
the inner side of the door, and so ar
ranged that either a pressure on the
door or an adverse force compressed it.
My leaning the weight of my hand
against the door when I had stooped
down to peer into the hole had operated
the spring, as had Jackson's body when
he backed from me.
"Clever rascal, that Jackson, and a
patient one," remarked Sonntag.
"Then you know he robbed the
bank?" I asked.
"Oh, 3 - es, we knew it, and have known
it for some time," Sonntag said, dryly.
"Then why was he not arrested ?" I
"Well, we wanted to recover the prop
erty also. lie had it hidden around
his hunting-lodge somewhere, we were
quite sure, but he was too cunning for
us, and we could not discover where
it was. Then yesterday you told me
of the walled-up cellar, and I knew I
"From what you tell me now, and
what I have heretofore thought of your
peculiar ways, I suppose I am right in
surmising that you are a detective," I
"Yes, I am a detective," he quietly re
"And your name is not Sonntag?"
"No. Wilson is my name. It was
eimply a stroke of chance that made
me your lawyer and agent for a short
time. It was necessary to be present
here, and the death of vour former
agent came most opportunely."
"So then Jackson never suspected
"No. At least I believe not."
"And how did you come to suspect
Jackson?" I asked, curiously.
"By looking up his record."
"Why, was he a regular criminal?"
"No. Not until he robbed the bank.
He used to be in the employ of a large
safe manufactory as an expert 011 locks.
When we found that out we were cer
tain he was the man in the bank who
could open the lock, when the time
piece. wj\s off, without knowing the
Did the detectives know of Mr. Mor
ley's connection with the affair? If
not, I could easily keep secret what I
"And you think Jackson was alone
in the affair ?" I asked, with a view to
ascertaining how much Son.itag, or
lie cast upon me one of his whimsical
looks, and after a pause replied: "At
first it seemed quite certain there was
some one sonnected with Jackson in the
affair. Hut now I find there was not."
Here Skinner, who had been listening
to our conversation, glanced quickly up
at Wilson, and I saw soma signal
flashed between the two.
"And what may your name be? Are
you a detective, too?" I asked of Skin
"Yes," he replied, simply, "I am a
detective and Skinner is my name."
"Why did you try to shoot me?"
"I didn't. I fired in the air. Still,
I did want you to think 1 did. It was
for two purposes: One, to frighten you
away until this affair was settled; an
other, to make you really down on me.
You see, Jackson at last seemed to
suspect me, and I thought if I could
show him you were terribly down on
me it would put me all the clostt- fin
"Oh, you succeeded In making him
believe you were his friend?" I re
marked. "Worked the pal racket on
"As much as I could."
"Then you really were not treacher
ous to your contract with Miss Mor
"Good God, no. Who could play false
to her?" Skinner exclaimed, in such
convincing tones that I was satisfied.
Here Mr. Perry broke in. "Your
name will come out resplendent, Nel
son, when the whole truth is known,
and we will take care that it be known
that you allowed yourself to be made
a martyr of, by enduring the suspicion
for the sake of aiding the search for
the real robbers. Now then, come, gen
tlemen. Let us go into the other place."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
AN ANECDOTE OF MEILHAC.
llow lie Clione an Heir at a I'arty
(ilven h.v Mmc. I'd/./1.
To finish with an anecdote about
Meilhac. Two years ago he lost his best
friend, M. Paul Poirson, whom he had
made his residuary legatee. Meilhac
was much affected by his death, and it
was sometime before he could recover
from the Iblow. A few months later on
he became firmly attached to M. Gander
ax, with whom he collaborated a com
edy for the Francais.
One evening while at a party given
by Mma. Pozzi, he found himself by the
side of M. Ganderax, to whom he ab
ruptly said: "My dear Ganderax, since
Foirson is dead, will you be my heir?"
Surprised at this proposal, M. Ganderax
could not dissemble his confusion. "But
my dear friend," replied Grandax,
"you are not dying yet, and I can't see
why you should think of your testa
ment. At all events, you must have old
er friends than myself." Meilhac re
joined: "That has nothing to do with
it. I simply ask you, yes or no, will you
consent to become my heir?" Ganderax
'held out his hand an answered: "In
that case, my dear Meilhac, I may con
sider that, in speaking thus to me, you
ask me if I will be your best friend. I
therefore willingly accept your pro
Remembering the large sums of
money he earned by his pieces, it is
perhaps astonishing that he left such «
small fortune —about £6,000. It is
true he was generous even to extrav
agance, and the more he made the more
he spent. Ilis funeral at the Madeleine
was attended by all the celebrities in
art, science and literature. —London
The Widow Flapjack, who has a
boarding house and a pretty daughter,
would like very much to marry Mr.
Starboarder, who is a trifle shy; 60 the
widow said to him:
"Do you know that my daughter
Fanny is very much taken withj-ou?"
"Is that so?" replied Mr. Starboarder,
with a gratified smile, for he is really
infatuated with the daughter.
"Yes," continued the widow, with a
languishing look, "Fannie said yester
day that you were just the kind of a
man she'd like to have for a papa."
Mr. Starboarder says if it wasn't for
Fannie he would hunt up another hash
IJyron a Hero of CJreeee.
With, all the faults and foibles of
Byron Greece had nothing to do; she
knew nothjiiig of them; to her he was
only "the great and nob'.e." Crossing
the Gulf of Salamis one day in a boat
with a rough mountain captain and
his men, I pulled out a volume of Byron
and was reading. The wind blowing
open the leaves, the captain caught a
glimpse of the portrait amd r recognized
it. He begged to take tihe book, and
looking for a moment with melancholy
at the face of the noble lord, he kissed
!-i and passed it to his men, who did
the same, saying: "Eeton. megalos kal
kalos" (he was great and noble). —F. B.
Sanborn, in Seribner's.
Throggins, a. notoriously lazy man,
met his friend' Hoppendyke on the
"Glad to see you, old fellow," said
noppendyke, "but you are looking
"Yes," replied Throggins. "It is the
result of overwork."
"Of overwork!" echoed the aston
ished Hoppendyke. "Whose?" —Youth's
The Next Step.
TTojack—They have a telescope at
Chicago which rings the moon within
Tomkid'—l suppose that the next step
will be to annex the planet.—Town
Miss Firsttrip—Doctor, do you know
any sure preventive of seasickness?
Dr. Pillbox —Yes; stay on land.—
Nothing surprises women more than
to see a man's children treat his see
oud wife well.
HOW RELIEF CAME.
From Cole County Democrat, JeffenaoM
When la grippe visited this section, about
•even years ago, Herman H. Eveler, of 811
W. Main St ~ Jefferson, Mo., waa one of the
victims, and has siuce been troubled with
the after-effects of the discaae. He is a well
known contractor and builder, a business re
quiring much mental and physical work.
.» year ago his health began to fail, and he
was obliged to discontinue work. That he
lives to-day is almost a miracle. He saye:
"I was troubled with shortness of hreatb,
palpitation of the heart and a genet*! de
bility. My back also pained as severely.
"I tried one doctor after another and
numerous remedies suggested by my friend*,
but without apparent benefit, and began to
I give up hope.
Jv fT n T1 Then I saw
U- J A Dr. Williams'
/ )-lA I 1 1 Pink Pills for
I/* JjL ' l -1 Pale People
\ extolled in a
VI M /A P a P er >. and
\[l// after investi-
I / u . gation, decid
/ | —l JSrM /# e( l *° B've
them a trial.
IC "P" 'ft . "After ug-
A Contractor a Difficulty. j 6
wonderfully relieved and was satisfied that
the pills were putting me on the road to re
covery. I bought two more boxes and con
tinued taking them.
"After taking four boxes of Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills for Pale People I am restored to
food health. I feel like a new man, and
laving the will and energy of my formed
days returned, I am capable of transacting
my business with increased ambition.
"Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People
are a wonderful medicine and anyone that ii
afflicted with shortness of breath, palpita
tion of the heart, nervous prostration and
general debility, will find that these pills
are the specific. HERMAN H.EVELER."
Subscribed and sworn to before me, i
Notary Public, this 24th dav of Mav, 1897.
ADAM POUTSZONG, Notary Public.
Mr. Eveler will gladly answer any inquiry
regarding this if stamp is enclosed.
Dr. Williams' Pink rills cure people trou
bled with the after-effects of the grippe, be
cause they act directly on the impure blood.
Tliey are also a specific for chronic erysipelaa,
catarrh, rheumatism and all diseases due to
impure or impoverished blood.
Jaundiced Man vrlth lied XecUtle la
TuUcu for n Spaniard and Ilua
a Marrow Em-ape.
The man with the yellow jaundice leaned
up against the drug store at the corner of
Harrison and Halsted street and wiped the
perspiration from his forehead. lie was
badly out of breath and he consequently
talked rather spasmodically to his friend.
"I tell you, I've had a mighty narrow ea
cape," he gasped.
"Why, how s that?" asked his companion.
"They purty near mobbed me just now
down here on blue Island avenoo."
"Mobbed you? Why, what in the deuca
are you talkin' about?
"1 hat's right. That's what tliey purty
near did. They just liked to got my pelt, I
tell you —an' I hadn't done a thing, either."
"What did they have agin you?"
"You see that red necktie I got on? Well,
that was the cause of the whole trouble. 1
was goin' along down Blue Island when I
came to a gang out in front of a saloon
talkin' war. Istopped to hear what the
latest was. I wasn t doin' a thing when some
cove sings out: "Look at this Spaniard right
here in the crowd." Everybody turns on m*
an' a brick just grazes my ear. I savs: 'I
ain't no Spaniard; what you talkin' about?'
" 'You bet he is; lie's got the Spanish ftai
on 'im right now, yells another. But 1
didn't catch on vet. 'That's right,' shoute
another man, 'the yaller's on his face and
the red's in his necktie —lynch him.' The
whole crowd made for me and I cut for thii
corner. I give 'em the dodge two or three
times and got away. But say, I've got to
wear a different colored necktie till I git
over these yaller janders."—Chicago Chron
MORAL EFFECT OF THE WAR.
Soine of the Sunday School I'receyta
Are Serloualy Interfered
Two ladies were talking in an avenue car.
"This war is perfectly dreadful," said one.
"Indeed it is," said the other.
"Couldn't be worse."
"Yes, it would be worse if the Spaniard!
were treating us as we are treating them."
"Of course; I don't mean that. I mean
in its moral effect."
"I hadn't noticed that particularly."
"I didn't till yesterday.'
"In what way?"
"On my husband."
"He doesn't want to enlist, does he?"
"Oh, no, I don't mean that. It is on him
and my little boy, too."
"Not on an innocent child?"
"Yes. You know the little fellow haa
been marching around at a great rate with
his tin sword and gun, and yesterday after
noon he informed me, to my horror, that
he was going to fight the d —n Spaniards.
Think of that, will you? And he a prize
Sunday school scholar."
"Yes; and when his father came home 1
told him about it and insisted that he take
Willie and give him a good whipping for
■wearing, and what do you think lie did?"
"Told you to do it yourself, as my hus
band always does."
"No, he didn't, either. He told me that
under the circumstances it was not swearing,
and that the hoy could say what he pleasea
about thed—n Spaniards. And he's a mem
ber of the church himself!"—Washington
Bevel gearing in bicycle construction
has apparently passed the experimental
stage and seems destined to quickly find
its way to popular favor. The work ol
Edwards, the consecutive century rider,
who, since December 31st last, has rid
den 100 miles daily on the Columbia
chainless, is cited in proof of its fine
running qualities, and the fact that Ed
wards is small and slender with nothing
about him t< suggest the athlete adds to
the convincing nature of the proof.
Many practical riders have adopted the
new machine and are apparently unani
mous in commending it. Its cleanliness,
safety and trim lines would' seem to
make the chainless admirably adapted
for women's use.
In a Havana Koclnnrnnt,
Hungry Man —I asked you for a ham sand
with, didn't I?
Waiter —Yes. senor.
"Well, this isn't pork."
''But mules have hams as well as pig*,
aenor." —Cleveland Leader.
"What's the matter, T'ncle Rube?"
"I'se insulted, sah; dat Cap'u Jones dona
call me a nigger!"
"Well, aren't you a 'nigger?' "
"Yes, sah; dat's ie«» it!"—Truth.
Give a woman a book on chafing-dish
cookery if you want to make her believe that
there is no place like home. —Chicago Time#-
Miss Wantk;tow—What do you suppose
makes the figure of Cupid such a favorite
Miss Knowall—lt's probably
Ths above Reward will U paid hr IBs
fcrmatioa that will lead to the arrest mm
conviction of tbe party or partus «W
IjJaoed iroa and aisbs oa (he track tftka
Emporium 4 Risk Valley R. R., tMt
the east Hoe of Franklin Hooalur's JtuHW
*a the svening of Mot. 21 at, lOTI.
FINE LIQUOR SIORE
THE undersigned baa opened * trot
olaea Liquor store, and invitee to
trade or Hotels, Rcstaarazita, Aa
Wo ahall carry none bat tbe beat 1 map
lean and Imported
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPABUE, Ell
C~b*to> Hiv. at
TJf aMMce to mj hurra Mae ef Mm in I—<
A Muturtl; ta atoek t lulilu at
CIGARS AMD TOBACCO.
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COLL AJVD BKZ MX.
A. A. MoDONALD,
FKOP&IETOm, IMfOircM, FA.
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& F. X. BLUMLE, 112
W BItFOBIUM, VJL. A
Bottler W Deafer la r
£ WINES, *
& WHISKIES, a |
M And Liquors of All Kinds. g i
jj( Tbe boot of goods always R
w carried in stock and every- W
Tf thing warranted aa represent- TJf
* Especial Attention Paid ta J
M flail Ordera. «1
$ EMPORIUM, PA 3 J
} GO TO S
U. ft. sinsler's,(
J Bread Mmt, Eatpofinal, Pa., 1
J Where yea ou get aajtnlcj fee want ta C
C tha Ilea of #
s Groceries, x
p Provisions, ?
/ FLOUR, SALT HEATS, )
C BMOKEO MEATS, \
J CANNES G0&98, ETC., >
) tcaa, Ctfeet, fralti, toßfoftionery, J
S hbttci ui Cigar*- V
\ Beeda DeilxereO Pre* any /
J Place Ist Town. N
c cm id see ie in fin r&icuA
t IEIK r. I I. BENT V
JOHN McDONALD, Proprietor.
Hear 9. AM. Dapat, tapoitiua, Pa.
BotUar and Bhlppar a#
RR nuns IV ETPIIT.
The Mannfkctnrar af Ml
Orlaka aod Daalar la OkotM
Wlaaa and Para Llqnora.
Wo keep noao bnt the wrjr M
Boer and are prepared to fill Orders oa
short notice. Private families served
JOHH MoDONALD. •
Carwt*, and I rad* Maria dwalna-I ar.l a!'. IW
I tfrt bu«a«M conducted lur MootRATS Fata.
! sua Orrici ie Opposite U, S. Patkht Orries
j aod wa can tecura Dataat la leal lima than Ihaaa
< remote Iron Was bin* ton.
| Send modeL drawing or phot©., with deacrip
! tioeu We advisa, if patentable or not, froe of
chary*. Our fee net due till patent U tenured.
A PAMPHLKT, u How to Ootaln Psteata,"
! oost vt same in the U. &. taC foreign
' sent free. Addreee,
QM. P»r»wT Orr^ot,L ?■<. wa
t» NEW YORK Omcss 4
A. M. KELLCBB HEWIP#»EB Cflb