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THE BETTER WAY.
A grave old man and a maiden fair
Walked together at early morn;
The thrushes up In the clear, cold air
Sang to the farmer planting his corn.
And oh, how sweet was the fresh-turned
mound!
And oh. how fair were budding trees!
for daisy's silver and daffodil's gold
Were full of the happy honey bees.
"Ah. look, there's an empty nest," she said,
"And I wonder where sing the last year's
birds?"
Then the old man raised his head.
Though scarcely he noted her musing
words;
He tore the nest from the swaying tree.
He flung to the wind its moss and hay.
And said: "When an empty nest you see.
Be sure that you throw it far away."
"But why?" she asked, with a sorrowing
face—
"Why may not the pretty home abide?"
•"Because," he answered, "'twill be a place
In which the worm and tho *lug will
hide;
"Last year 'twas fair enough in its way-
It was full of love and merry with song;
But days that are gone must not spoil to
day.
Nor dead Joys do the living Joy wrong."
The maiden heard, with a thoughtful face—
Her first sweet hope had fled far away—
And she thought; "Is my heart become a
place
For anger, grief and hate to stay?
"Down, heart, with thy sad, forsaken nest;
Fling far thy selfish and idle pain;
Ttje love that Is yours is always the best."
And she went with a smile to hen work
again.
—The Angelus.
[robcrt Lours sifvrnson'
1
PART V.
CHAPTER XXV.—CONTINUED.
Foraging about, I found a bottle with
gome brandy left, for Hands; and for
myself I routed out some biscuit, some
pickled fruits, a great bunch of raisins,
and a piece of cheese. With these 1
came on deck, put down my own stock
behind the rudder-head, and well out of
the cockswain's reach, went forward
to the water-breaker, and had a good
deep drink of water, and then, and not
till then, gave Hands the brandy.
He must have drunk a gill before he
took the bottle from his mouth.
"Ay," said he, "by thunder, but 1
■wanted some o' that!"
I had sat down already iu my own
corner and began to eat.
"Much hurt?" I asked him.
He grunted, or, rather, I might say he
barked.
"If that doctor was aboard," he said,
"I'd be right enough in a couple of turns;
but I don't have 110 manner of luck, you
see, and that's what's the matter with
me. As for that swab, he's good and
dead, he is," he added, indicating the
man with the red cap. "He warn't no
■seaman, anyhow. And where mought
you have come from?"
"Well," said I, "I've come aboard to
•take possession of this ship, Mr. Hands;
and you'll please regard me as your
captain until further notice."
He looked at me sourly enough, but
said nothing. Some of the color had
•come back into his cheeks, though he
still looked very sick and still contin
ued to slip out and settle down as the
•ship banged about.
"By the by," I continued, "I can't
'..have these colors, Mr. Hands; and by
your leave I'll strike 'em. Better none
than these."
And. again dodging the boom, Iran to
the color lines, hauled down their
cursed black flag, and chucked it over
board.
"God save the king!" said I, waving
my cap; "and there's an end to Capt.
Silver."
He watched me keenly and slyly, his
chin all the while on his breast.
"I reckon," he said at last—"l reckon,
Cap'n Hawkins, you'll kind of want to
igft ashore, now. S'pose we talks."
"Why, yes," says I, "with all my
heart, Mr. Hands. Say on." And I
went back to my meal with a good appe
tite.
"This man."he began, nodding feeb
ly at the corpse—"O'Brien were bis
name—a rank Irelander —this man and
me got the canvas o« her, meaning for
to 6ail her back. Well, he's dead now,
he is—asdead as bilge; and who's to sail
this ship, I don't see. Without I give
you a hint, you ain't that man, as far's
I can tell. Now, look here, you gives
me food and drink, and a old scarf or
ankecher to tie my wound up, 3 - ou d'o;
and I'll tell you how to sail her; and
that's about square all round, I take it."
"I'll tel) you one thing," says I; "I'm
D»t going back to Capt. Ividd's anchor
age. I mean to get into North inlet,
and beach her quietly there."
"To be sure you did," he cried. "Why.
I ain't sich an infernal lubber, after all.
I can see. can't I? I've tried my fling,
I have, and I've lost, and it's you has
the wind of me. North inlet? Why, 1
haven't no ch'iee, not I! I'd help you
•ail her tip to Execution dock, by
thunder! so I would."
Well, as it seemed to me, there was
eotne sense in this. We struck our bar
gain on the spot. In three minutes I
bad the "Ilispaniola" sailing easily be
fore the wind along the coast of Treas
ure island, with good hopes of turning
the northern point ere noon, and beat
ing down again as far as North inlet
before high water, when we might
beach her safely, and wait till the sub
siding tide permitted us to land.
Then I lashed the tiller and went be
low to my own chest, where I got a soft
ailk handkerchief of my mother's. With
this, and with my aid, llanos bound up
the great bleeding stab he had received
In the thigh, and after he had eaten a
little and had a swallow or two more of
the brandy, he began to pick up visibly,
fcat straigliter tip. spoke louder and
clearer, and looked in every way an
other man.
The breeze served us admirably. We
ahimmfd before it like a bird, the coast
of the island flashing by, and the view
changing every minute. Soon we were
past the high lands and bowling beside
low, sandy country, sparsely dotted
with dwarf pines, and soon we were be
yond that again, and had turned the
corner of the rocky hill that ends the
island on the north.
I was greatly elated with my new
command, and pleased with the bright,
sunshiny weather and these different
prospects of the coast. I had now
plenty of water and good things to eat,
and my conscience, which had smitten
me hard for my desertion, was quieted
by the great conquest I had made. I
should, I think, have had nothing left
me to desire but for the eyes of the cock
swain as they followed me derisively
about the deck, and the odd smile that
appeared continually on his face. It
was a smile that had in it something
both of pain and weakness —a haggard,
old man's smile; but there was, besides
that, a grain of derision, a shadow of
treachery, in his expression as he crafti
ly watched, and watched, and watched
me at my work.
CHAPTER XXVI.
ISRAEL HANDS.
The wind, serving us to a desire, now
hauled into the west. We could run so
much the easier from the northwest
corner of the island to the mouth of the
North inlet. Only, as we had no power
to anchor, and dared 1 not beach her till
the tide had flowed a good deal furt her,
time hung on our bands. The cock
swain told me how to lay the ship to;
after a good many trials I succeeded,
and we both sat in silence, over another
meal.
"Cap'n," said he, at length, with that
same uncomfortable smile, "here's mv
old shipmate, O'Brien; s'pose you was
to heave him overboard. 1 ain't par
ti'clar as a rule, and I don't take no
blame for settling his hash; but I don't
reckon him ornamental, now, do you?"
"I'm not strong enough, and I don't
like the job; and there he lies, for me,"
said I.
"This here's an unlucky ship—the
'llispaniola,' Jim," he -went on,blinking.
"There's a power of men been killed in
this 'llispaniola'—a o' poor sea
men dead and gone since you and me
took ship to Bristol. I never seen such
dirty luck, not I. There was this here
O'Brien, now —he's dead, ain't he? Well,
now, I'm no scholar, and you're a lad as
can read and figure; and, to put it.
straight, do j'ou take it as a dead man
is dead for good, or do he come alive
again?"
"You can kill the body, Mr. Hands,"
but not the spirit; you must know that
already," I replied. "O'Brien, there, is
in another world, and may be watching
us."
"Ah!" says he. "Well, that's unfort'-
nate —appears as if killing parties was a
waste of time. Howsomever, sperrits
don't reckon for much, by what I've
seen. I'll chance it with the sperrits,
Jim. And now, you've spoke up free,
and I'll take it kind if you'd step down
into that there cabin and get me a—
well, a —shiver my timbers! I can't hit
the name on't; well, you get me a bottle
of wine, Jim—this here brandy's too
strong for my head."
Now the cockswain's hesitation
seemed to be unnatural; and as for the
notion of his preferring wine to brandy,
I entirely disbelieved it. The whole
story was a pretext. lie wanted me to
leave the deck —so much was plain; but
with what purpose I could in no way
imagine. His eyes never met mine;
they kept wandering to and fro, up and
down, now with a look to the sky, now
with a flitting glance upon the dead
O'Brien. All the time he kept smiling,
and putting his tongue out in the most
guilty, embarrassed manner, so that a
child could have told that he was bent
on some deception. I was prompt with
my answer, however, for I saw where
my advantage lay; and that with a fel
low so densely stupid I could easily
conceal my suspicions to the end.
"Some wine?" I said. "Far better.
Will you have white or red?"
"Well, I reckon it's about the blessed
same to me, shipmate," he replied; "so
it's strong, and plenty of it, what's the
odds?"
"All right," I answered. "I'll bring
you port, Mr. Hands. But I'll have to
dig for it."
With that I scuttled down the com
panion with all the noise I could,
slipped off my shoes, ran quietly along
the sparred gallery, mounted the fore
castle ladder, and popped my head out
of the fore companion. I knew he
would not expect to see me there; yet I
took every precaution possible; and
certainly the worst of my suspicions
proved too true.
He had risen from his position to his
hands and knees; and, though his leg
obviously hurt him pretty sharply
when he moved—for I could he»r him
stifle a groan —yet it was at a good, rat
tling rate that he trailed himself across
the deck. In half a minute he had
reached the port scuppers, and picked
out of a coil of rope a long knife, or
rather a short dirk, discolored to the
hilt with blood. He looked upon it for
a moment, thrusting forth his under
jaw, tried the point upon his hand, and
then, hastily concealing it in the bosom
of his jacket, trundled back again into
his old place against the bulwark.
This was all that I required to know.
Israel could move about; he was now
armed; and if he had been at so much
trouble to get rid of me, it was plain
that I was meant to be the victim.
What he would do afterward —whether
he would try to crawl right across the
island from North inlet to the camp
among the swamps, or ■whether he
would fire Long Tom, trusting that his
own comrades might come first to help
him, was, of course, more than 1 could
say.
Yet I felt sure that I could trust him
in one point, since in that our interests
jumped together, and that was in the
disposition of theschooner. We both de
sired to have her stranded safe enough,
in a sheltered place, and so that, when
the time came, she could be got off
again with as little labor and danger as
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1898.
might be; and until that was done I
considered that my life would certainly
be spared.
While I was thus turning the business
over in my mind I had not been idle
with my body. 1 had sTolen back to the
cabin, slipped once more into my shoes,
and laid my hand at random on a bottle
of wine, and now, with this for an ex
cuse, 1 made my reappearance on th«
deck.
Hands lay as I had left him, a!l fallen
together in a huddle, and with his eye
lids lowered, as though he were too
weak to bear the light, ne looked up,
however, at my coming, knocked the
neck off the botfle, like a man who had
done the same thing often, and took a
good swig, with his favorite toast of
"here's luck!" Then he lay quiet for a
little, and then, pulling out a stick of
tobacco, begged me to cut him a quid.
"Cut -ne a junk o' that," says he,"for
I haven't no knife, and hardly strength
enough, so be as I had. Ah, Jim, Jim,
I reckon I've missed stays! Cut me a
quid as'll likely be the last, lad; for I'm
for my long home, and no mistake."
"Well," said I, "I'll cut you some to
bacco; but if I was you and thought
myself so badly, I would goto my
prayers, like a Christian man."
"Why?" said he. "Now, you tell me
why."
"Why?" I cried. "You were asking
me just now about the dead. You've
broken your trust; you've lived in sin
and lies and blood; there's a man you
killed lying at your feet this moment;
and you ask me why! For God's mercy,
Mr. Hands, that's why."
I spoke with a little heat, thinkingof
the bloody dirk he had hidden in his
pocket,and designed, in his ill thoughts,
to end me with. He, for his part, took a
great draught of the wine, and spoke
with the most unusual solemnity.
"For 30 year," he said, "I've sailed
the seas, and seen good and bad, better
and worse, fair weather and foul, pro
visions running out, knives going, and
w hat not. Well, now, I tell you, I never
seen good come o' goodness yet. Him
as strikes first is my fancy; dead men
don't bite; them's my views—amen, so
be it. And now, you look here," he add
ed, suddenly changing his tone, "we've
had about enough of this foolery. The
tide's made good enough by now. You
just, take my orders, Cap'n Hawkins, and
we'll sail slap in and be done with it."
All told, we had scarce two miles to
run; but the navigation was delicate,
the entrance to this northern anchor
age was not only narrow and shoal, but
lay east and west, so that the schooner
He picked out a long: knife.
must be nicely handled to be got in.
1 think I was a good, prompt subaltern,
and 1 am very sure that Hands was an
excellent pilot; for we went about, and
dodged in, shaving the banks, with a
certainty and a neatness that were a
pleasure to behold.
Scarcely had we passed the head be
fore the land closed around us. The
shores of North inlet were as thickly
wooded as those of the southern an
chorage; but the space was longer and
narrower, and more like, what in truth
it was, the estuary of a river. Right be
fore us, at the southern end, we saw
the wreck of a ship in the last stages
of dilapidation. It had been a great
vessel of three masts, but had lain so
long exposed to the injuries of the
weather, that it was hung about with
great webs of dripping sea-weed, and
on the deck of it shore bushes had
taken root, and now flourished thick
with flowers. It was a sad sight, but it
showed us that the anchorage was
calm.
"Now," said Hands, "look there;
there's a pet bit for to beach a ship in.
Fine flat sand, never a catspaw, trees all
around of it, and flowers a-blowing
like a garding on that old ship."
"And once beached," I inquired, "how
shall we get her off again?"
"Why, so," he rejilied; "you take a
line ashore there on the other side at
low water; take a turn about one o'
them big pines; bring it back, take a
turn round the capstan, and lie to for
the tide. Come high water, all hands
take a pull upon the line, and off she
comes as sweet as natur'. And now,
boy, you stand by. We're near the bit
now, and she's too much way on her.
Starboard a little so—steady—star
board larboard a little steady —
steady!"
So he issued his commands, which I
breathlessly obeyed; till, all of a sud
den, he cried: "Now, my hearty, luff!"
And I put the helm hard up, and the
"Hispaniola" swung round rapidly, and
ran stem on for the low-wooded shore.
The excitement of these last man
euvers had somewhat interfered with
the watch I had kept hitherto, sharply
enough, upon the cockswain. Even
then I was still so much interested,
waiting for the ship to touch, that I
had quite forgot the peril that hung
over my head, and stood craning over
the starboard bulwarks and watching
the ripples spreading wide before the
bows. I might have fallen without a
struggle for my life, had not a sudden
disquietude seized upon me, and made
me turn my head. Perhaps I had heard
a creak, or seen his shadow moving
with the tail of my eye; perhaps it was
an instinct like a cat's, but, sure
enough, when I looked round, there v
Hands, already half-way toward mc,
with the dirk in his right hand.
We must both have cried out aloud
when our eyes met; but while mine
was the shrill cry of terror, his was a
roar of fury like a charging bull's. At
the same instant he threw himself for
ward, and 1 leaped sideways toward the
bows. As I did so I left hold of the
tiller, which sprung sharp to leeward;
and I think this saved my life, for it
struck Hands across the chest, and
stopped him, for the moment, dead.
Before be could recover I was safe
out of the corner where he had trapped
me, with all the deck to dodge about.
Just forward of the mainmast 1
topped, drew a pistol from my pocket,
drew a cool aim, though he had already
turned and was once more coming di
rectly after me, and drew the trigger.
The hammer fell, but there followed
neither flash nor sound; the priming
was useless with seawater. 1 cursed
myself for my neglect. Why had not
I, long before, reprinted and reloaded
my only weapon? Then 1 should not
have been, as now, a mere fleeing sheep
before this butcher.
Wounded as he was, it was wonderful
how fast he could move, his grizzled
hair tumbling over his face, and his
face itself as red as a red ensign
with his haste and fury. I bad no
time to try my other pistol, nor, in
deed, much inclination, for I was sure
it was useless. One thing I saw plain
ly; I must not simply retreat before
him, or he would speedily hold me
boxed in the bows, as a moment since
he had so nearly boxed me in the stern.
Once so caught, and nine or ten inches
of the blood-stained dirk would be
my last experience on this side of eter
nity. I placed my palms against the
mainmast, which was of a goodish big
ness, and waited, every nerve upon the
stretch.
Seeing that I meant to dodge, he also
paused, and a moment or two passed in
feints on his part, and corresponding
movements upon mine. It was such a
game as I had often played at home
about the rocks of Black Hill cove;
but never before, you. may be sure,
with such a wildly beating heart as
now. Still, as I say, it was a boy's
game, and I thought I could hold my
own at it against an elderly seaman
with a wounded thigh. Indeed, my
courage had begun to rise so high that
I allowed myself a few dartingthoughts
on what would be the end of the affair;
and while I saw certainly that I could
spin it out for long, I saw no hope «112
any ultimate escape.
Well, while things stood thus, sud
denly the "Hispaniola" struck, stag
gered, ground for an instant in the
sand, and then, swift as a blow, can
tered over to the port side, till the deck
stood at an angle of 45 degrees, and
about a puncheon of water splashed
into the scupper-holes, and lay in a
pool between the deck and bulwark.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
HER MAJESTY TRIED IT.
Uot n Gln»n of (iron:, Hut Found It to
He a Trifle AVenk.
A droll incident once happened on
board the royal yacht Victoria and Al
bert. Her majesty was sitting on her
camp stool near tha paddle box in com
pany with Lady Canning and Lady
Broomfield, when a commotion was ob
served among the sailors, little knots of
men talking together in a mysterious
manner. First one officer came up to
them, then another, and at last Lord
Adolphus Fitz Clarence was called.
The queen, much puzzled, inquired
whether there was going to be a mu
tiny.
Lord Adolphus laughed, but replied
that he really did not know what would
happen unless her majesty would gra
ciously move her seat.
"Move my seat?" said the queen.
"Why should 1? what harm can I bq
doing here?"
"Well, madam, the fact is your maj
esty is unwittingly closing up the door
where the grog tubs are kept, and so
the men cannot have their grog."
"Very well," said the queen. "I will
move on condition that you bring me a
glass of grog."
This was accordingly done, and after
testing it the queen said: "I am afraid
I can only make the same remark I did
once before, that I think it would be
very good if it were stronger."
This, of course, delighted the men
immensely.—Durham Observer.
Heredity.
"Doctor, what do you regard as the
surest hereditary trait —that is, what
peculiarity is most likely to be inher
ited ?"
"My observation leads me to believe
that the desire to escape work is about
the most common thing that people in
herit."—Chicago News.
Tlie Hanky Philosopher.
"I "specs," remarked Rastus Snow,
"dat I's a lieap like one ob dese yeah
chameleons."
"Like one ob dese yeah whiches?"
asked Jim Slew-foot.
"Chameleons. It makes me blue
ebery time I remembers dat I'm black."
— K.'Y. World.
IVnrdan'ovlh Wad Tired.
Wordsworth, the poet, was not given
to bursting forth with "unpremed
itated airt." The following is from the
journal of Dorothy Wordsworth:
"William has come back tired; he has
spent all flhe day in thinking of an ad
jective for the cuckoo."—Chicago Chron
icle.
A Pointed Qnr.llnn.
Miss Klderly—l declare, I was so flu*
trated when Mr. Bleeker called that I'm
sure he will think I acted like a goose.
Miss Younger—Well, you certainly
don't expect him to think a woman of
your age would act like a spring chick
en, do you?— Chicago News.
Cowards are ever dying, but the
brave man never die* till hi. time
come*.
MERRITT'S REPORT.
He Tell* of the Military Operation) at
Manila and (Jlveit Murh I'raUe to Hln
Soldier*.
Washington, Oct. I.—The report of
Maj. Gen. Merritt, of the operations
about Manila, was made public Friday.
After giving briefly the story of' his
embarkation and arrival at Manila,
and the disposition of the troops there
he says:
"I found Gen. Greene's command en
camped on a strip of sandy land run
ning parallel to the shore of the bay
and not far distant from the beach,
hut, owing to the great difficulties of
landing' supplies, the greater portion
of the force had shelter tents only
and were suffering' many discomforts,
the cainp being situated in a low, flat
place, without shelter from the heat
of the tropical sun or adequate protec
tion during- the terrific downpour of
rain. 1 was at once struck by the
spirit of patient, even cheerful, endur
ance shown by the officers and men
under such circumstances, and this
feeling' of admiration for the manner
in which the American soldiers accept
the necessary hardships of the work
they have undertaken to do, has grown
and increased with every phase of the
difficult and trying' campaign which
the troops of the Philippine expeditiorf
have brought to such a brilliant and
successful conclusion."
The remainder of the report treats
In detail of the operations that led to
the capture of Manila and contains lit
tle that has not been given to the pub
lic through the press dispatches from
time to time.
A ROAST FROM SHAFTER.
The tieneral I'ay* Hl* Kmprotl to Yellow
JournalUtn Who Attacked III* Conduct.
Nashville, Tenn., Oct. I.—Postmaster
Wills received a letter from (Jen. Shaf
fer yesterday dated Camp \N ikoff, in
which lie says of newspaper attacks
upon him:
"The attacks of the yellow press
upon me and others of the adminis
tration are simply outrageous. The
articles are filled with untruths, be
ginning with the one that I was re
sponsible for tne equipment of the
army with Springfield rifles, which
you and every other sensible man
knows is a lie. The behavior of some
of the yellow journalists was so out
rageous before we even got into Cuba
that I had to put my hand on them,
and after we got into Cuba it was still
worse. Their letters are the result of
personal spite. If 1 had come back
with a defeated army there might have
been some excuse for their talk, but
having commanded one of the most
successful campaigns of modern mili
tary history, it is simply an outrage.
"I am very fond of Evans (pension
commissioner) and am very glad that
you are defending him. Some of the
G. A. I!, are simply unbearable and
seem to think that if they can't have
the treasury turned over to them they
are being defrauded. Very truly
yours,
"WILLIAM R. SHAFT ICR."
Henry tieorjje >ained for (iovernor.
New York, Get. I.—At a meeting of
the Chicago platform democrats last
night Henry George, the son of the
single tax advocate, was nominated to
head the independent democrat, ticket.
The nomination of Elliott I'\ Danforth
for lieutenant governor by the regu
lar democratic convention at Syracuse
was endorsed. The other candidates
nominated are as follows: Secretary
of state. Giedon .T. Tucker: comptrol
ler. .1. McDonough, Albany; treasurer,
M. C. Caton, of Buffalo; attorney gen
eral. Ole F. Snyder, Huffalo; engineer
and surveyor, James A. Lee. Rockland
county.
Uncle Sam Will be ItepreHcnted.
London, Oct. I.—A dispatch from
Moscow says: United States Minister
Hitchcock has communicated to the
government the decision of the Wash
ington government to be represented
at the disarmament congress. The
Moscow papers publish remarks cred
ited to the American consul general
that to"the gratitude the Americans
felt for Russian sympathy in 1864 is
now added the admiration of the presi
dent and American people for the
czar's peace circular."
A Split Verdict.
Chicago. Oct. I.—The coroner's jury
in the Jennie Hiekey murder ease yes
terday returned a split verdict, five
jurors declaring it a case of murder
and one asserting it a case of suicide.
The police have all along contended
that the girl drowned herself, and the
coroner's physicians declare that the
injuries which caused death were of
such a nature that they could not have
been inflicted by the girl herself.
A Better Outlook.
Jackson, Miss., Oct. 1. —There is
nothing new in the fever situation.
The weather is cooler and this ope
rates against a spread of the disease.
The negroes of the city have organ
ized a relief association to assist the
citizens' committee in caring for the
negroes confined n the cordoned dis
tricts. Reports from over the state
are more favorable.
Actor £uicl^te«.
New York, Oct. I.—Scott fnglis, an
actor in .lulia Arthur's company, shot
himself through the heart last night,
in a theatrical boarding house where
he had been living. Inglis was dis
missed from the company a few days
ago for failure to attend a rehearsal
and had been refused reinstatement.
He was without funds.
There Will lx> No Oen M-HI Strike.
Indianapolis, Oct. I. M. D. Ratcli
ford, president of the Mine Workers'
union, says that the report of an im
pending general strike among the
miners is untrue. "There will be no
general strike." said Mr. Ratchford,
"during flu* life of flic Chicago con
tract which lasts until next May."
Mailt* ii New World's Record.
Malone, N. Y., Oct. 1. Dan 0. owned
bv ,T. 11. lironson, of New Haven, made
a" world's record Friday on the half
mile track at the Franklin county fair
at Malone. pacing three heats in
2; 10Vi, S OlTi uud
SSOO Reward
Tka store Reward wfll ke paid fm tta
fkrasatioa tkat will lead to the uieit aaj
eeaviotioa of tke Mitj tr ptM *U
placed iroa and slabs oa the track ct A*
Kmporiun 4 Riek VaHey K. R.,
the nit Una of Fraaklla HoueWa
aa the evening a# Nev. 21 at, ISC'!.
Huir Accra,
18-tf.
FINE LIQUOR Si ORB
EMPORIUM, PA.
THf! nnderatgned haa opened A *>*
O'asa Liquor store, and invitee tfce
trade of Hotels, Restaurants, £s»
We shall carry noae bo* lkabutiJM»
(can and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES,
GINS AND
WINES,
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAQIiE, Uft
CMM 1M mf
Bottled G-oods.
CIGARS AND TOBA(XXX
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& WINES, *
& WHISKIES, |t
M And Liquors of All Kla4a. A
g Tbe beet offoods always Jn.
W carried la stock and every- 9H
rj thing warranted aa represent- U
g Especial Atteatlea Pal' ** W
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s Groceries, )
\ Provisions, ?
) FLOUR, SALT HEATS, /
( SNOKEb MEATS, \
J CANNES fIO&JS, ETC., >
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Bottling Works,
MHN JIcDONALD, Proprlater.
llieit.aEOtHt Fa.
Bottler ul Bk]|p« «*
Rochester
Lager Beer,
en BUDS If KTFOfcf.
Tke Mmltctgrir ef Baft
Drisks u4 D«»l« ta Clhctm
Wliw ui For** Ufim
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We keep none bnt ike rery tad
See* and are prepared to fill Orders eat
■kprl notice. Private flunlllea at red
dally If desired.
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ckaqa. Our lea sat duo till Mtei* U iMwed. ,
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