6
TOWN AND COUNTRY.
Jim and Bill were brothers on the old New
Hampshire farm.
Jim was always "steady," for the country
held a charm
F"or his heart—he loved It, and he kmew
each rook and hill;
Wh««i the |>in>e trees murmured, all his be
ing seemed to thrill.
BIU was neveir happy on the farm; h«
fretted long,
Hwer cared to listen to the wind or hear
tli 0 sonp
That the birds were singing; Tie grew bitter
with theistrife^
JPraylrig to be taken from the quiet, hum
drum life:
If*t«*i country living, with Its salt fish,
beans and pork,
Packed his little bundle, started boldly for
New York.
RIM was smart, and prospered in the city's
crazy race,
TJp the heights he clambered at a most
surprising pace;
N*mo and famie and money sought him
out with eager feet.
But they took a mortgage on contentment
pure and sweet.
Back to old New Hampshire—to his boy
hood's home once more
Bill wont on a visit just to look the old
place o'er.
BoJitude seemed frightful, for the pines
were singing loud,
Shadows on the hilltop seemed to him Just
like a shroud.
"Jim," he said, "old fellow," as he turned
away his face,
•"Don't see how you live In such a God
f orwaken place!"
Jim went to the city, Just tX> visit Brother
Bill;
City sights and doings gave his honest
heart a chill.
Raw the power and the sple>ndor, and the
heartless race far fame,
6aw the weak ones bravely fighting pov
erty and shame;
Saw where crime was lurking at the
church's very door,
where smearing gamblers stole the
honest toiler's store.
|*"BiM." ho said, "old fellow," as a shade
passed o'er his face,
"Don't seo how you live In such a God
forsaken place!"
—Rural New Yorker.
I A CLEW BY WIRE |
: Or, An Interrupted Current. £
| BY HOWARD M. YOST. =
*£ Copyright. by J. B. Lipplncott Co. Sp
CHAPTER XVII.
Sonntag—or Wilson, as I ought to call
him now—went first, with the lantern
Jackson had used; Mr. Perry followed;
I came next, and Skinner brought up
'the rear with another lantern.
! "lie careful and don't strike your
heads against the dirt above, or some of
jifc will come down," Wilson called back
Ito us. As the passage was not mora
{than three and a half or four feet in
height, it was rather difficult to follow
his advice.
"Do you suppose Jackson did all this
work himself?" I heard Mr. Perry ask.
"Undoubtedly," Sonntag replied.
"You see, he used to come to Neison-
Ville quite frequently. For the past
nix weeks he hud not been seen about
here. But then that is no sign that
ihe was not here. Probably during
Ithofie six weeks he was'at work. Here
(we are," he said, as he crawled out into
jthe room.
Mr. Perry followed quickly, and I
[beard him exclaim, in tones of horror:
Hvha t in heaven's name is that?"
Wilson placed the lantern on the floor
•and bent down over the prostrate body
of Mr. Morley.
"Why, were there two? he dead,
■too?" Mr. Perry went on."This is
terrible! —a most horrible affair! Who
can it be?"
The elder detective silently motioned
to Skinner, and together they gently
turned the body over.
The president leaned down, and then
started back. Consternation, doubt,
amazement, horror, were on his face as
be glanced from one to the other of us.
"Sylvester Morley!" he finally
gasped. "Impossible!" Then he leaned
over the body again. "It looks very
much like him, very much like him,"
he whispered, glancing down at Wil
son, who gravely nodded his head.
"What? You mean it is Morley—this
body Morley's? Great God in Heaven!"
We stood silently around the body for
some time, none of us willing to utter
a word. But the realization of what
the father's death, and in such a vio
lent way, would mean to Florence had
been grov ng stronger and stronger in
my mind, and I finally broke down un
der it, covered my face with my hands
and groaned aloud.
Soon I felt a touch on my arm. Glanc
ing up, I saw Mr. Perry standing be
side me.
"It is a most terrible affair, Nelson;
but never mind, my boy," he said, soft
ly, in an attempt at comfort. His next
words told me, however, that he did
not know the real cause for my grief.
"I know how you must feel to have a
horrible event like this happen on your
place. IJut you are cleared, atany rate.
It will soon be known that you are in
nocent of the crime the suspicion of
which you have borne so long and so
pat)«|il Jy."
I made an effort at control, and when
I again addressed Mr. Perry noticed
Wiluon and Skinner holding a whis
pered conversation. The younger
mail's f;i«e was toward me, and as
bis eye caught mine there was so
much pity and sympathy in it that I
could not help feeling some wonder.
"To think of it all happening on my
grandfather's place, whose character
was as far removed from anything
criminal as heaven is high above
earth," I finally managed to murmur,
unwilling to state the real cause of my
emotion.
"Is he quite dead?" Mr. Perry asked
again, turning to Wilson. For an
swer the detective pulled back his coat
and vest «nd pointed to the shirt bos
om, which wan dyed with the life
stream.
"You see," he answered, quietly,
"quite dead. Shot through the heart."
"Did Jackson do it?" the president
asked, turning to me. I nodded my
bead.
'"Why should he? What was Mr.
Morley—"
Fortunately, Skinner, who had arisen
after his whispered conversation with
Wilson, and gone poking about in Ihe
corners and behind the empty barrels
and boxes, here uttered a shout which
caused us all to glance in his direction.
Ife was tugging at some object inside
of a barrel, and soon brought out a
large valise, which from its apparent
weight and plethoric appearance was
stuffed full.
"Ah, that looks promising!" ejacu
lated Mr. Perry, starting eagerly for
ward.
The valise was deposited on the floor,
and the president went down on his
knees, in great excitement, to fumble
with the catch.
"Let me get at it," said Wilson.
While the two were endeavoring to
open the bag, Skinner came to where I
was standing, and, gazing down on the
dead man, said, in soft tones: "This
will go hard with the young lady."
There was nothing particularly
striking in his words, but the tone of
his voice had so much genuine feeling
in it that I voluntarily turned and ex
tended my hand.
"I hope you'll forgive me," I said.
"You bet," he replied, grasping my
band. "You did pretty near choke the
daylight out of me, though. What a
grip you've got!" he added, with a
bright smile. "But then that's all
right. I'm thankful you didn't shoot.
I was going to tell you who I was, as
there was no use for further conceal
ment from you, but you didn't give me
any chance."
"Why was the whole affair kept from
me so carefully?" I asked.
The question, for some reason, em
barrassed Mr. Skinner.
"I guess Wilson thought you were a
little hot-headed, and might give the
thing away by too much zeal," he final
ly replied, hesitatingly.
I regarded him closely, for some
how I felt sure his answer was not a
true one; but he was gazing at the body
at his feet in seeming sorrow.
Then he shook his head, and again
murmured: "I tell you this will cut
the young woman up terribly."
"It will indeed. And who is to tell
her!" I exclaimed, in anguish.
"That is your duty, Mr. Conway. She
wouldn't take it the same from anyone
else as she would from you." Then
he continued, earnestly: "Yes, you're
the one to tell her, and the only one
who can give her any comfort—if there
is any to be had. Poor lady! I hope
you won't think me too forward in say
ing that she thought a good deal of
you; she was so anxious to get you
cleared, and kept imploring me all the
time to hurry up and find tfc«s real rob
bers."
Bless my dear love's kind and true
heart! And now to have her sweet
young life plunged into such grief and
sorrow! It seemed cruel, oh, most
cruel!
I again grasped Skinner's hand and
pressed it. "My God, how can I tell
her!" I exclaimed, the tears starting to
my eyes.
"Nelson! Nelson!"
It was Mr. Perry who called, and who
came up to me with his face aglow.
"As far as a hasty examination goes, I
have reason to believe the greater part
of the bonds are here, minus the inter
est coupons for the past year. The
rascal must have converted those into
cash; anyhow, they are gone."
"So it did pay you for responding so
quickly to my telegram," I remarked.
"Your telegram!" he repeated, in
surprise. "I received none."
Then I explained to him, and when I
had finished he said: "Why, you see,
the reason I did not receive it was that
I was already at Twineburgh. Wil
son telegraphed me this morning, and
I came up on the noon train."
"Mr. Perry came into the office half
an hour after you left," replied Mr.
Wilson. "I sent the dispatch after I
left here."
"How did you know Jackson would
come to the cellar to-night?" I asked,
curiously.
Mr. Wilson glanced around before an
swering. Then he sunk his voice down
low, as though afraid he might be
heard by the others:
"Have you forgotten the voices in
your bedroom and up in the attic?
The conversation was the most for
tunate chance that ever befell me in my
whole professional career."
"Oli, then, you think Jackson was
one of the parties holding the conver
sation?" 1 asked.
"Assuredly. Has not the result
proved that?" he replied.
"But then, who—who could have
been the other?" I asked, with great
fear and dread.
Wilson drooped his head and seemed
to be considering his reply.
"Impossible to answer that ques
tion," he finally said, reluctantly.
"And I don't know as there is any
cause for either you or me ever to re
fer to that conversation. You see, a
detective feels sensitive at not being
able to discover every thing concerning
an important case. And, although we
have been wonderfully successful, who
Horace Jackson's assistant or master
(for he undoubtedly had one) was, will
probably remain forever a mystery.
At least I shall not attempt anything
more in the case. My duty is com
pleted."
My heart gave a bound. Mr. Morley's
connection with the robbery was not
suspected, even by one of the most
astute detectives in America. My
promise, then, might be fulfilled, and
Florence, at least, spared the knowl
edge that her father was a great crim
inal.
I noticed Wilson's sharp eyes were
onmmry r face, and I strove to cloak my
satisfaction. Then the detective held
out his hand and gave mine a hearty
grip.
"The bodies had better be removed
upstairs," Wilson then said, resuming
his matter-of-fact manner.
In due time the two bodies were ty-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 16, 1898.
ing, side by side, on the floor of my
bedroom.
The man whose life before the world
had been blameless and honorable, a
synonym for business virtue and in
tegrity, but who was in reality the
greatest rogue imaginable—who, from
his capacity for engineering large en
deavors, I knew must have been the
prime factor in the robbery—lay there
beside his tool, who had become as ac
complished a rogue as his master.
Hypocrisy and pretense have always
inspired the greatest repugnance in
me. But, as 1 gazed down on the face
of him whose daughter was my prom
ised wife, and remembered the bright
spot in all the blackness of his real
character, the love and affection for his
offspring, my heart was heavy with
sorrow for him.
That love, so deep, so fond, that he
gave up his life rather than yield *o a
thought which might cause her unhap
piness—surely such a love was atone
ment enough for the evil he had
wrought.
Mr. Perry was standing beside me as
these thoughts flew through my mind.
"I cannot understand how or why
Sylvester Morley should become mixed
up in this affair and so meet his death,"
the president said, in grave tones.
"Surely—but then that is too wild a
thought to utter. But there is some
thing I canns>t -understand about it."
"Oh, Mr. Perry," I exclaimed, "it is
my fault. I should have explained be
fore, but the affair has sent my wits
wool-gathering." I handed him the
bond I had picked up, giving a brief ac
count of the finding. Then I went on:
"After I fpu"id the bond, I immediately
informed Mr. Morley, as he was an in
terested party, being one of the trus
tees of the bank, and I wished some
older head's advice. I explained every
thing to him in answer to the numer
ous questions he asked me."
Mr. Terry was listening intently, as
were also Wilson and Skinner, and the
perspiration broke from my forehead
as I went on with the gigantic lie.
"It seems he could not resist attempt
ing an investigation himself, and—and
so came here. I was in the cellar when
he came down, but it was as dark as
pitch, and I thought it was one of the
robbers and that I was trapped. I did
not discover the truth until too late."
"Ah, that explains it all," Mr. Perry
said, when I had finished. "That was
Morley, truly. He was always that
kind of a man, and would never de
pend upon another to accomplish
things when he could do it himself."
I could not help glancing furtively
at the two detectives, and received
from each a nod of approval.
In one room —once the dining-room
—of the old house, a bright young fel
low is working, planning, thinking, ex
perimenting all day long, and at times
all night long, too, on the problem of
"No draam, my husband, it is the truth."
voice-transmission without the aid of
receiver or transmitter. He has made
some progress, and, as he is a patient
young man of brilliant parts, I make
bold to prophesy that the world will
soon be startled by a lightning stroke
of genius which will blazon the little
hamlet of Nelsonville in characters of
lire on the present generation.
My wife and I are spending the sum
mer at her residence oa Sunset hill,
and we drive over to the old house
every day to talk and to encourage
the young genius.
A year has passed since Mr. Morley's
death; six months after that tragic
event Florence became my wife.
The first evening of our arrival at
Sunset hill I was sitting on the porch,
watching the violet tints down in the
valley. My wife was slowly pacing up
and down the walk.
She had been very quiet and sober all
that clay, and I attributed her mood to
the sorrowful recollections which the
place would naturally call up.
Presently she came and knelt down
beside me. Besting her head on my
shoidder, she spoke.
"I have something to tell you, my
husband—something which I have
kept hidden from you. But I have been
punished sufficiently; for there has not
been that absolute trust and mfidence
between us that I wished. It .. nil my
fault. Promise to forgive me, l'd I
will tell you my secret."
I laughed at her, and placed my arm
around hor. "It must be something
terrible indeed," I exclaimed, in pre
tended alarm. "But as you are my wife,
of course there is no other way but to
forgive the wrong."
"I —I believe —papa was concerned
in the bank-robbery," she finally mur
mured, in broken tones.
"Good heavens, Florence! What can
you be dreaming of?" I exclaimed, in
great surprise.
"It is no dream; how I wish it was!"
she answered, the tear% falling fast.
"No dream, my husband. It is the
truth."
"How do you know it?" I asked.
"When I heard that .Tacltsou was the
guilty one, and that papa had b eel >
killed by him, I suspected then that
papa had something to do with the af
fair. I knew there was some business
relation between them that I could not
understand; and then papa's secret
trouble during the six weeks before
he died was significant."
"But, after all, this is only surmise,"
I said, in an attempt to comfort her.
"Think of your father's position. Think
how he loved you."
"Oh, Kelson, I will never forget that:
I will always remember him by that
strong affection he had for me. But
what I have told you is not surmise.
Just before we were married I sent for
iny detective, and insisted on knowing
the truth."
"Why, I thought Wilson and Skin
ner knew nothing about Mr. Morley's
connection with the affair," I ex
claimed.
"Oh, yes, they knew it, but out of re
gard for you and me they had deter
mined to keep it secret, seeing that
papa was dead and a revelation of it
would do no good. If papa had lived,
they would have been compelled to
bring him to justice. I assigned all
the property to the bank, all except, this
place, which was bought with money
left me by my mother. Papa was not
nearly so wealthy as most people sup
posed, but I believe what he had, along
with what was obtained out of Jack
son's estate, and what still remained of
the stolen property, fully reimbursed
the bank. That is why I came to you
a poor girl instead of the heiress you
had reason to expect. So you see, my'
husband, you married not only a com
paratively penniless girl, but a —a —oh,
Nelson!—a great criminal's daughter!"
she faltered.
I caught her closer to me.
"I married an angel. God help me to
be worthy of you!" I said, huskily.
"Now, dear heart," I added, after
awhile, "do not distress yourself for
nothing. I knew of your father's con
nection with the affair long before you
did."
"Before you married me?" she asked,
looking up eagerly.
"Yes, long before."
"And you wished me to be your wife,
even when you knew? Then you really
did love me. What a noble old boy you
are! And lam so happy!"
We sat there a long time in silence.
What need of words! The calm and
peaceful night seemed a benediction.
The stars above twinkled, but not one
of them shone with the resplendency
which beamed from the eyes of my be
loved wife.
I look forward to the future with
keenest pleasure, knowing well there
can be no Interrupted Current in the
flow of life's happiness.
THE END.
"Chapel of the
The most wonderful cave in the world
is in tne Island of Torga, in the South
Pacific. Byrch called it "a ohapel of
the seas." It i® formed in a rock that
is almost surrounded by the ocean.
This rock is almost 60 feet high, and
broad proportionately. Many years
ago a boy, the son of a native chief, was
chasing a huge turtle, when his game
seemed to sink, into the rock. The lad
watched and waited until the tide fell,
disclosing a small opening in the rock
about six feet under low-water mark.
Diving bodily, the young hunter entered
the aperture, and to his surprise came
to the swrf&ee inside the rock. The
rock was hollow and its interior was
found afterwards, wh/CTi' the natives ex
plored it with torches to contain many
beautiful stalactites. When attacked
and followed by enemies the natives,
who know the secret, leave t&eir ca
noes, plunge into the water, and. disap
pear. Their foes' linger, astonished at!
their disappearance, for no person not]
acquainted with it would suspect that
the rock is hollow. —London Telegraph.
Tlie Minister's lllexslnir.
Down in the rural district it hap
pened', when the Mean Man invited the
preacher to dinner. The Mean Man had
plenty of money, but he didn't spend, it
on his> table, which on that occasion
showed but! scant fare.
"Parson," said the Mean Man, "times
air hard an' groceries high; but, sich as
it is, you're welcome. Will you ax a
blessin'?"
"I will," replied the parson; "fold
your hands-." Anil then he said:
"Lord, make us thankful for what
we are about to receive—for these
greens without bacor : this bread'with
out salt, this coffee without sugar, and,
after we have received it, give Thy serv
ant strength to get home in time for
dinner!"— Atlanta Constitution.
Anilom to Plranf.
He fell upon one knee, as he took
her soft hand in his and pleaded with
her.
"Mabel! Darling!" he cried, "say
that you v.'i 11 return my love!"
"I will do better than that," she an
swered, as she rrfed to intimate by one
or two quick jerks that she considered
her hand her own. "I won't take it in
the first place, so there will'be nothing
to return."—Chicago Post.
A Cliannr.
"My wife is very considerate qt me,*
said the young married man. "She was
afraid my rest was being interrupted
too much, and last week she bought a
burglar alarm."
"Does it make any difference?"
"Yes. Instead of getting up to see
whether there are burglars in the house
I get up to see whether the alarm is
set."—Washington Star.
It* Orijsln.
Teacher (of class in rhetoric) —What
ia your idea of the derivation and sig
nificance of the expression "a train of
, thought?"
Gifted Pupil—lt's got somethin' to
do with a feller havin' wheels in his
head, hain't it?— Chicago Tribune.
Ex plui ned.
Little Willie—Pa, what's an anchor
ite?
Pa (who has just been elected a mem
ber of the Seaside Yacht club) — An an
chorite? Why, that's th« fellow that
, tends to aounhor. —C]ev®l»o#iieftder.
A REMARKABLE CASE.
The following case was printed originsUy
in The Monitor, a newspaper published at
Meaford, Ontario. Doubts were raised as
to its truthfulness, consequently a close
watch was kept on the case for two years and
the original statement has now been com
pletely verified.
Mr. Petch had been a hopeless paralyti#
for five years. His case has had wide atten
tion. lie was confined to his bed, was bloat
ed almost beyond recognition, and could not
take solid food. Doctors called the disease
spinal sclerosis, and all said he could not
live. The Canadian Mutual Life Associa
tion, after a thorough examination, paid him
his total disability claim of SI,OOO, regarding
him as forever incurable.
For three years he lingered in this condi
ttion. After
taking some
of Dr. Wil
liams' Pink
Pi 11 s fo r
Pale People
£Vi k vr,w
change, a
Jl tendency
"l| to sweat
' came a little
feeling in
his limbs.
This extend-
Paid His Claim. er l t followed
by a pricking sensation, until at last the
blood began to course freely and vigorously
through li is body. Soon he was restored
to his old time health.
A reporter for The Monitor recently called
on Mr. Petch again and was told:
"You may say there is no doubt as to my
cure being permanent, iam in better health
than when I gave you the first interview
and certainly attribute my cure to Dr. Wil
liams' Pink Pills for Pale People.
"To these pills I owe my release from tile
living death, and I shall always bless the
dav I was induced to take them."
Such is the history of one of the most
remarkable cases in modern times. In the
face of such testimony, can anyone say that
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are not entitled to
the careful consideration of every sufferer
man. woman or child? Is not the case, in
trutli, a miracle of modern medicine?
These pills are sold by all druggists and
arp considered by them to be one of the most
valuable remedial agents known to scien-te.
Not Hereditary.
Gottrocks— They tell me your son is be
coming quite a poet. I didn t know the ten
der passion ran in your family. t
Billuns —It don't run in the family. 1
think John was left that way bv the scarlet
fever. The doctor says everybody that has
it is always affected some way.—Chicago
Evening News.
lust Time to Colorado.
A new through Sleeping Car line between
St. Louis and Colorado Springs will be estab
lished over the Wabash-Rock Island Short
Line, May 15th, 1898. The time will be the
fastest made with through service betwetfi
these two points by many A through
Sleeper will leave St. Louis on Wabash train
No. 3, at 9.20 a. m., arriving at Colorado
Springs the next morning at 11.00, with a di
rect connection for Denver, arriving at 11.30
a. m. This is the fastest regular through
service ever established between St. Louis
and Colorado. Returning, the Sleeper will
leave Colorado Springs at 2.45 p. m., and ar
rive at St. Louis the next evening at 6.15.
Patrons of this line will avoid tne only un
pleasant feature heretofore attendant on Col
orado travel, inasmuch as the trip through
Missouri's fertile fields will now be by day
light, and the unattractive portion of Kansas
will lie traversed during the night, with the
mountain scenery to greet the tourists in the
morning.
The fast time of this line will naturally
commend the Wabash Koute to intending
Colorado tourists.
Particulars will be gladly furnished on ap
plication.
C. S. CRANE. O. P. &T. A., St. Louis.
An Indiana I'urlnt.
One of the New Proprietors—Shall we put
out a sign: 'This place has changed hands?'
The Other New Proprietor No. It
hasn't changed hands. We have all the old
help, haven't we? Hang out a sign that it
has changed heads. —Indianapolis Journal.
The New York Ledger is now successfully
sold by Bright Boys and Girls, who thus earn
many valuable premiums. Two cents profit
on each copy sold. No money required in
advance. Sendnameandaddressfor complete
outfit, including Premium List, to Robert Bon
ner's Sons, Ledger \. Y. City.
A good way to avoid trouble is to make
up your mind not to be troubled, but that
is too much trouble. —Washington (Is.)
Democrat.
To Care a Cold In One Day
Fake Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All
druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 25c.
The skins of animals were the earliest
form of money, so we are told. No doubt
a skunk-skin was considered a scent-piece.
—L. A. W. Bulletin.
Fits stopped tree and permanently cured
No fits alter first day's use of Dr. Kline's
Great Nerve Restorer. Free $2 trial bottle &
treatise. Dr. Kline. 933 Archst.. Phiia., Pa.
We never yet met a girl in a dry goods
store who was not "just dying" to pos
sess something that didn't cost more than
15 cents. —Atchison Globe.
CATARRHAL WEAKNESS.
Pelvic Catarrh a Very Common and
Uebilitutinß Ailment
Aiuudk Women.
MRS. CAROLINE! DAFT, EVANSPOKT.O
Pelvic Catarrh is usually called female dis
case. Not being called catarrh, as it should
be, it is not treated as catarrh. Hence the
frequent failures to find a cure. Catarrh is
catarrh wherever located. Pe-ru-na cures
catarrh wherever located. Mrs. Caroline
Daft, Evansport, 0., writes: "I can testify
to the merits of Pe-ru-na. I have taken con
siderable of it and one bottle of Man-a-lin,
and.they both are excellent remedies. lam
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and give the credit entirely to your medi
cines."
Catarrh of the lining met brane of the
vagina, womb or bladder, producing a con
stant discharge of mucus, is a very common
disease. It is generally called female weak
ness. The catarrahl nature o'f this disease
is not usually known. Hence very few peo
ple are receiving the correct treatment.
Every woman so afflicted should immediate
ly write to Dr. Hartman, giving the particu
lars of her case, and she will receive prompt
answer free of charge, giving full directions
as to her treatment. Cases that have been
thought to be incurable are promptly cured
by Dr. Hartman's treatment.
Every woman should have «. copy ot fir.
Hartman's hook on female catarrh, entitled
"Health and Beauty." Sent free. Address
Dr. Hartman, Columbus, Ohio.
SSOO Reward
Tli« thoT* Reward wfll be paid far kj
fbraatioa that will lead to the arrest M
eenrietioa e(tb« party or parties fit
Caoed iroa and slabs oa the track of At
mporiun 4 Kick VaUej K. R., MK
the east Um of Franklin Houaleif's
w the nwiiiig of NOT. 2lit, 18FI'l.
Hmr Auciw,
18-tf. fretUmi,
FINE LIQUOR SI ORE
—m—
EMPORIUM, PA.
TH* undent gned has opened * •*»•»
elass Liquor store, and In vitas tfc*
trade of Hotel*, Restaurants, 4Mb
Wo ihall carry BOM bat tkeU*t imm
lean and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES.
GINS AND
WINES,
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAQUE, EH.
CkatoaOaa mt
Bottled Goods.
r aridities te my larg* Ha* eTHseMsIeaMV
eoastaatiy la itoek a MBKm af
CIGARS AND TOBACCO.
WPoei ead BUMard twa la aaaM kifllhaa «,
oaix ura sun.
A. A. MoDONALD,
nopimoi, wxroMsau, w.
■ -ISJ
& F. X. BLUMLE, g
* IMPOBIDK, VX. M
& WINES, J
& WHISKIES, 2
M Aid Liquors of All Kinds. A
X The bsst of goods always jjj
w carried In stock and ererjr- mm
r tUng warranted as rsprsssst g
PL Bspectal Attention M*• M
M fUJI Order*. M
EMPORIUM, PA. Jj
Sj. A. flinslef'U
J Bread Mmt, Ea>nl—, Pi., J
J WW* Tea aa|«laartUa| >»» waatta C
I tfceUaeef /
s Groceries, /
J Provisions, 112
F FLOUR, SALT MEATS, )
( SMOKEB HEATS, \
J CANNES «OSM, ETC., /
I baa, CefNa, Ftvtti, Ctaftetltan* /
S fsUtts ui Clfirv C
\ Bulls DelljereS Prce any /
/ Place la Tewa. i
L UU UI IN II I» CN RACU.\
? NIT R. A I. BENT (
nipoaitn
Bottling Works,
wttN MCDONALD, PropHstor.
lima I.SE Dapet. lapwloa, Pa.
BotOar and Ships** a#
Rochester
Lager Beer,
RST runs or ITPIIL
111* Manufacturer af Be#!
Drinks end Dealer la Chain
Wleee aad Pun Lienors.
Wo keop noao but the Tory M
Boer and are prepared to fill Orders tm
ihort notlos. Private families aarrsd
lafljr W doalrod.
JOHN KeDOIf ALDL
Car»«t*. »I»1 Tn».U-Marks oh«:i>.d and all K»
rnt buataess conducted for MODIDtTI P**e.
Ouii omei ie Opeoecr* O, •. P*TSflTOrpq«
\ aiwl w. can ucuri patent la leaa time than thou
ramota (rota WuUartoa. ...
Scad modal, drawing or photo., with doecrip
tl««. We adrisa, 1 1 patetitabla or not, lra« oi
ckarse. Oor teo cot due till patent la ee-ured.
. PAMPHLET " How to Obtain Tetanta," »4«K
; ooit of same lo the U. 8. aaC cououiaa
i tent Ire*. Address,
O.A.SNOW&CO.
I.m y,* .T.VTTT 'Vai **"'■>" °r t y
~ B* ON > CHICAGO
fSt NEW YORK 0,7™,
A. M. KELLCBB »EWSPf»EI Gib