6
THE DAYS OF OLD.
go back. O brother mine,
To the precious ways of the day® gone
by-
Back to the gleam of the gtad sunshine.
When we were children, you and I.
We are growing old, but I long so much
For the grasp of a mother's haiwls to
hold
Me away from sdn and Its soiling touch
Aa they used to do in the days of old.
Q'm tired of dogma of church and state:
L>et's trail with our feet the dust of the
lane,
As we wander down to the pasture gate,
And bring the cows'for mother again.
And see once more the woodlark dip
Prom stake to stake of the ridered fence;
And feel the old-time fellowship
We felt in our boyhood innocence.
feet's climb to the rafters overhead.
And build a swing on the old barn floor.
Let's "hide and seek" In the wagon shed.
And be "knee high" again onee more.
Let's part the weeds'where the truant hen
Has stolen her nest; then stoop and fold
The sheltering weeds o'er the nest again
As we used to do in the days of old.
Oh. the endless joys of the days of old!
With the path that led to the fruited
trees.
Where the dandelions their coins of gold
Had scattered to bribe the bumblebees.
Down In the grass was the cricket's chirr,
And overhead was the dragonfly;
And round about us everywhere
Was the dreamy gleam of the days gone
by.
And oh the years and tears since then!
The miles and smiles' that have lured us
on!
The graves we have passed and the mo
ments when
The eradle and coffin seemed almost one!
So let's go back. O brother mine.
Forgetting to-night our greed of gold,
And talk awhile of the glad sunshine
That gilded the ways of the days of old.
—ALfred Ellison. In Chicago Record.
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S'UAn ftATs.
{Copyright, IBq7. by Longnurs. Greea 8i Co J
SYNOPSIC.
Chapter I— D'Auriac, commanding out
post where scene Is laid, tells the story.
De Gomeron has been appointed by Gen.
de Rone to examine into a charge made
against him. Nicholas, a sergeant, brings
in two prisoners, a man and a woman, who
are from the king's camp at Le Fere.
D'Auriac, angered by insulting manner of de
Oomcron toward the woman, strikes him.
A duel Collows, and during the commotion
«he prisoners escape. De Rone happens on
<he disorderly scene, and d'Auriac, upon
giving his parole not to attempt escape,
Shears this remarkable sentence: "To-mor
row...you must die on the fleld. Win or
tose. if I catch you at the close of the day,
I will hang you as high as Haman," After
a few hours' rest he rides back toward the
jßenera'.'s tent.
CHAPTER IT.
M. DE RONE CANNOT READ A
CIPHER.
When I reached the general's pavilion
de Rone was just mounting his horse,
n lackey standing near with a sputter
ing torch, and his staff in a little clump,
a few yards away. 1 saluted, and he
gave me a keen look, saying:
"So you have come, M. d'Auriac—take
your place with the staff. I will give
you your work later on —and remem
ber."
"I am not likely to forget, M. 'e Mar
■quis," and I moved off in the direction
i udicatcd.
i was recognized and welcomed by de
ISelin, the young Tavannes, de Cosse-
Brissao. and others of my acquaint
ance. I replied as best I might, but
there was no time for much talk, as
the general was moving onwards at a
rapid pace, and we were compelled to
follow at once. I dropped a little to
the rear, to husband the strength of
my horse as far as possible, and was
joined by another rider.
"Is that yon, Belin?"
".Ma foil' Yes."
"I was surprised to find vot: here. I
thought you were with the archduke
and de Mtiyenne."
"What! have you not heard?"
"What in the devil's name could I
hear on those cursed outposts?"
"Then i;i your ear —the Bemois have
from us, and de Mayenne and the
■Guisard have passed over to the king.
My news is certain, and the archduke
has sent a cipher to de Bone bidding
him retreat at ouce on Amiens."
"But this does not look like a re
treat."
"No; de Rone has lost the key of the
cipher."
We both laughed, and Belin went on:
"It was droll. I sow him receive the
message, which the old fox must have
read at a glance. But he turned it this
way and that, and looking at Egmont,
said as calmly as possible: 'Ride back
to Amiens and fetch me the key. I
liave lost mine and cannot follow the
cipher'—but hark!" and Belin inter
rupted himseif, "there Is de Rethelois'
good morning."
De Rone's voice stopped any fur
ther talk, and I spurred to his side.
"My compliments to Conde de Leyva
and ask liim not to waste time spitting
nt de Rethelois—tell him to leave a suf
ficient force to hold the garrison in
check, and move across the river
towards St. Gobains —report yourself to
me at the ford."
! galloped off, and when I reached
the Spaniard, whom 1 found with some
difficulty, I discovered that he had al
ready anticipated de Rone's orders, and
had besides almost cut off a sortie from
■the city. There was nothing for it.
therefore, but to wish de Leyva a pleas
ant day and togo onto the ford.
By this time 1 had come to the out
post, and as I trotted past the thorn
hedge I saw. about SO paces or so to my
right, a single horseman under a tree,
ilis hands wgre tied behind him, and a
cord, which hung from a branch over
head, ended inn noose secured lightly
but firmly round his neclt. Ilis position
was such that if the horse moved away
from beneath id in he would hang, and
the poor wretch was absorbed in coax
ing the animal to remain steady. An
other look showed me it was Nicholas,
the sergeant, and knowing there was
little leisure to lose if the knave was to
be saved. I put spurs to my beast and
iheaded towards him. I was just in time.
for as I started the old trooper gave a
loud neigh, flourished his heels in the
air, and galloped off towards the enemy,
with his mane and taiil streaming in
the wind. A touch of my sword freed
Nicholas, but it was a narrow affair,
and he lay gasping on the ground, and
as he lay there I notjood that his ears
had been cropped close to his head,
and that the wounds were quite fresh.
He recovered himself in about a min
ute, and was about to tell me how he
came in such a plight, but, sincerely
sorry as I was, I had to cut him short.
"Keep the story for another day,
Nicholas," I said, "and follow the ex
ample of your horse, who I see is a
loyal subject, and has gone straight
back to the king."
With these words I spurred onwards,
leaving Nicholas to follow my advice
or not, as he listed. I had gathered
enough, however, to find out that he
was a victim of M.de Gomeron's hu
mor. Little did I think, however, when
I saved this poor fellow how amply I
would be requited hereafter.
I reached the ford just before the
general, and saw that our right flank
had already crossed the river in the dis
tance. Opposite us the l!oyali*>ts ap
peared to be in some confusion; but in
a moment they were restored to order,
and moved steadily on. As they reached
the mound whereon the royal guidon
was displayed, we heard the opening
bars of the Pont d'Audemer march, and
as they ceased a red tongue of flame
licked out from behind a cornfield and
a masked battery opened on us.
CHAPTER 111.
THE RED CORNFIEI.D.
"M. le Marquis, the Conde de Leyva
begs for help urgently."
"Tell him I have none to give," de
Rone made answer from his big black
charger Couronne. "Sangdieu!" he
added, under his breath, "had we been
but three hours earlier the Bearnais
was lost."
The words were hardly out of his
mouth when the cavalier to whom they
were addressed threw up his arms with
a scream, and falling forward from his
horse,began to beat at the earth convul
sively with his hands, whilst he gasped
out his life. As the death glaze was
covering his eyes, his empty saddle was
filled by a figure that rose up like a
sprite through the dim smoke, and Be
lin's even voice was heard.
"Poor Garabay! But my horse was
shot under me an hour ago, and this
one will do me excellently. Shall I
carry your message, general?"
"I claim the honor, marquis; do not
deny me, Belin. I have been idle too
long," and I pressed forward as I spoke.
"(), I yield to you, d'Auriac! there is
work enough for me at the other end;
the bear of Aumale is dancing to a fine
tune there," and Belin reined back,
whilst de Rone nodded assent, with a
meaning in his look that I alone under
stood.
I needed no second bidding, but turn
ing my Norman's rein, galloped down
the blazing line of battle. If I escaped
through the day, which to my mind
was already lost, I knew full well that
de Rone, smarting under disappoint
ment and chagrin at defeat, would be
in no temper for mercy, and would cer
tainly keep his word to me.
I let my beast go with a loose head,
and there was no need of the spur to
urge him to his utmost effort as lie bore
me to de Leyva. I found him bare
headed and on foot, bis face black with
smoke and bleeding from wounds. 1
ought to have gone back to de lione,
but the lust of battle was on me, and
for me there was nothing in the world
but the black guns behind the contin
uous flashes, lightening through the
thick smoke which the wind was blow
ing in our faces. My brave horse was
killed by a round shot, and as I scram
bled up and took my place by de Ley
va's side, his features relaxed and he
said, with a thin smile:
"I have had both my horses killed,
chevalier, or would offer you a mount."
"VVe will replace them from Schom
berg's reiters," and the bugles, sound
ing the attack, cut short all further
talk. It was win or lose now —all was
staked upon this hazard, and it was well
for us that Schoinberg was broken, for,
to protect the men as far as possible
from the guns, de Leyva advanced in
open files. There was to be no firing.
The work was to be all cold steel, and
Bayonne knife and Biscay pike were
to make a last effort against the long,
black, snarling guns, behind which
d'Aussonville's ordnance men yelped
and danced with glee as each discharge
brought down its tale of the mangled
and dead. But up the long slope, never
flinching, never swerving, one man
stepping where another fell, the veteran
regiments marched, with their galiant
chief at their head. When about 50
paces away, the drift was so thick that
we could see nothing save the incessant
flashes of light, which possessed but
power enough to show themselves. At
this moment the bugles rang out shrilly,
the ranks closed up like magic, there
was one tremendous roar of artillery,
and the half of us that were left were in
the battery. Here, on the red and slip
pery corn stalks, the devilry went on,
and men fought more like beasts than
human beings. As the heavy mass
swayed backwards and forwards, the
strong breeze lifted the smoke from the
| now speechless guns and showed that
they were won, but it also showed us
another sight, and that was de Bone's
broken center doubling back upon us
in utter rout, and behind them a silver
line of shining helmets as the king's
house charged, led by Henry himself.
On they came, a dancing line of light,
n gleam of shining swords, with the
white plume of the bravest of them full
three lengths in front.
"Vive le Roi!" The breeze flung us
the deep-mouthed cheer as they broke
through the mailed ranks of de Hone's
own cuirassiers, and drove horse and
foot, knight and knave, in a huddled
mob before them.
It may have been fancy, but 1 thought
I saw In the press n dark figure that
, suddenly turned the reins of a huge,
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1898.
black charger and flew at the king.
For an instunt two bright sword blades
crossed in the air, and then the black
horse plunged riderless into the gray
spate of smoke that the wind was bear
jug westwards, and a groan as of dis
pair fell on my ears.
"Vive le IloiJ" Once again cam# the
full-throated cry, and the bay horse was
galloping towards us, followed by the
line of swords, no longer shining, but
dulled and red with the slaughter they
had made.
The next moment the enemy were on
us. We met them with a row of pikes;
but what could we do, for we were few
in number, weary with the long strug
gle, and weak with wounds? The issue
was never in doubt, and they broke us
at) once. I have a vague memory of
lighting for dear life amidst a thunder
of hoofs, and the hissing sweep of
swords, but was ridden down by some
one, and all became dark around me.
When my mind came back, it was with
the consciousness of rain that was fall
ing softly, and the cool drops plashed
on my burning head with a sensation of
relief that 1 cannot describe. I suffered
from an intolerable thirst, and strove to
rise that I might find means to quench
it; but found I was powerless to move,
and writhed in my agony in the rut
amidst the corn stalks wherein I had
fallen. The rain was but a passing
shower, and when it ceased a light but
cool breeze sprang up. It was night,
and n fitful moon shone through the
uneasy clouds that hurried to and fro
overhead in the uncertain breeze, which
shifted its quarter as often as a child
might change its mind.
A half-hour or so may have passed
thus, and the moon was now almost en
tirely obscured. Occasionally I could
hear, through the darkness around me,
the moaning of some poor wounded
wretch, and now and again rose the
shrill discordant shriek of a maimed
horse, an awful cry of pain, the effect of
which those only who may have heard
it can understand. Soon a number of
twinkling lights began to hover over
the plain. Gradually' two of these Inn
thorns came closer to me, stopped
about ten paces off, and when I saw who
bore them I knew at once they were
death-hunters, and that in a few mo
ments the knife of one of these ghouls
might end my suffering. There were
two of these fiends, a man and a woman,
and as they halted the man stooped;
there was a choking cry for mercy, the
blow of a dagger, and a groan. The
robber busied himself in searching the
dead man's person, and, in the silence
I FOUND HIM BAREHEADED AND ON FOOT.
that followed, the woman with him
threw up her head and laughed a horrid
shrill laugh.
"lie still, fool," he snarled, "or you'll
laugh another way if I tickle you with
my knife."
"Pouf!" she said, "there is no use in
squabbling, partner. This is the sixt.h
we have helped to hell to-night, and not
a broad piece amongst them. Holy
Virgin! This is a field of paupers—let
us be- ->ne!" and to my joy she made as
if to j;U.
"Stay, Babette! what shines there?"
and Mauginot ran forward a couple of
paces, and bending low wrenched some
thing from a body, and then stood up,
holding it to the light.
I saw his face clearly, and sa»v also
his prize. It was poor de Leyva's collar
of the Golden FUvece, and the blood
stained hand of the croquemort held
it up to the lantern, and clinked tfie
jeweled links, whilst he feasted his eyes
on the gold and gems. Over his shoul
ders peered the pitiless features of his
partner, and in her eyes blazed all the
bad light of avarice and murder. I al
most held my breath as I watched the
eyes of the woman leave the jewel and
turn on the man with death in their
look. As for him, he was unconscious
of the knife quivering in the nervous
fingers behind him, and he chuckled
over his find.
"That is the collar of the Toison d'Or,
Babette. But I will wed you, and we
will buy an estate and settle down, and
you will be Madame de Mauginot—hey?
That carrion there must have been a
great prince—a field of paupers—bah!
Give me more paupers like this. lam
sorry he is dead, Babette, I would like
to have—Ah, rnon Dieu!— you devil!
you devil!" for as he babbled on, his
words were cut short by Babette's knife,
which she buried to the hilt between his
shoulderblades, and he fell on his knees
and then lurched on his face stone dead.
The murderess made a snatch at the
jewel, which I saw her conceal, ant)
then with a mocking "Adieu, M.de
Mauginot!" to her victim, stepped over
my body and moved out of sight, swing
ing her lantern, and laughing low to
herself.
As I watched this hideous scene, 1
for the moment forgot the pain of my
hurts; but they soon began to assert
themselves in such a manner that I
longed for the relief that unconscious
ness would afford. So the long hours
of the night passed, an* 1 ! at last it was
dawn once more, and morning came.
Lying with my car against the
ground, I heard the dull beat of horses'
hoofs, growing louder and more dis
tinct as they approached, and in a
little time the party, whoever they
were, rode into the cornfi For a
second my eyes were dazzled by th»
reflection of the sun on the silver-plate
of their armor; but I recovered myself
with an effort, and watched eagerly, in
tending' to cry out for help as tliey
passed me, for my voice was too weak
to reach where they were. There were
two ladies amongst them, and all ap
peared to be looking" with much con
cern for some on«. As they came closer,
I saw it was tUe king himself, with
Mine, de Beaufort, and another lady,
doubtless of the court, and a numerous
retinue. Henry was mounted on his
famous bay charger; and, as he lifted
his hat and looked silently around him, I
had good opportunity of observing the
man who was without doubt the most
heroic figure of the age, anil who united
in himself the most opposite extremes
of character. I saw before me a spare
figure, the head covered with short
black hair, a long hooked nose that fell
over the upper lip, and a sharp, pro
truding chin, half hidden in a beard
tinged with gray. His long curled
mustaches were white as snow. Under
his bushy eyebrows his keen, restless
eyes glittered like two beads, but for
the moment they seemed dilated with
ft soft light, and there was an infinite
sadness in them as he looked round the
bloody field.
"I am afraid we search in vain, ma
dame," and a tall cavalier mounted on a
big bay addressed .Mine, de Beaufort.
She nodded her head to him sadly, and
turned to the king.
"It is useless, sire, and I can bear this
no longer—it is too horrible—let us go."
"You are right—this is no place for
you. Roquelaure will see j r ou and your
little friend there back, and I will come
to you soon—but now 1 have a letter
to write—just a few lines to Beam."
The king spoke with a strong southern
accent, and as he spoke leaned forward
and caressed Mme. de Beaufort's hand.
The lady with Mme. de Beaufort com
ing nearer at this time. I recognized my
unknown madaineof the outposts, who
had evidently found her way back to
her friends. But it was with a bitter
disappointment that I saw her in the
company of the duchess, and evidently
in attendance on her. Madame was
nothing to nie, I thought, but I could
not associate her with the fallen wom
an who was the mistress of the king.
(TO BE CONTINUED.]
COULDN'T BEAT A RETREAT.
How n Unite French Drummer Hoy
Saved the Day at Jla
renico.
"Tout, est perdu; sauve qui peut!"
("All is lost; save himself whocan!")
shouted the soldiers of Marshal Victor
at Marengo, when, after sustaining with
Lanne-s for hours the fierce onslaught
of superior Austrian numbers under
Gen'. Melas his men gave way and fled.
But Lannes formed his men into hol
low squares, they slowly fell back, mov
ing lij<e "living citadels" over the field
of battle,sinking by hundlredhunder the
destructive tire o£ the enemy, but stilt
shielding Victor's disorganized troops.
At this juncture was seen advancing
over the plain, with banniers waving,
and trumpets sounding, the head of the
column of Desaix, who had beard the
cannonading a score of miles away, and
in advance of orders had hastened to
the aid of Napoleon. 0
"Beat a retreat!" said an officer to one
of the drummers of Desaix, who had
just reported to his chief.
"Beat a retreat!" repeated the drum
mer, a.she looked uj>on the French
army rolling back in a broken mass and
noted the impatience of some of the sol
diers at the silence of his drum. "I do
not know how to beat a retreat. Desaix
never taught me that, but I beat a
charge—oh, I can beat a charge that
will make the dead fall into line! I beat
that charge at th™ pyramids. I beat it
at Mount Tabor. I beat it at the bridge
of Lodi. May Inot beat it here?"
"What think you of it?" asked Na
poleon of Desaix, whose 6,000 men.were
halted not far away.
"The battle is lost," replied the hero
of Egypt, "but it is only three o'clock.
There is time to gain another."
"Forward, then!" commanded Na
poleon. "Hold the enemy in> check
while I rally and reform the army be
hind you J"
Biding ar.ong the demoralized men
of Victor, he shouted: "Soldiers you
have retreated far enough! You know
it is always my custom 1 to sleep on the
field of battle!"
Meanwhile the boy was beating that
stirrinsr charge, anil Desaix with his
6,000 was charging the whole Austrian
army. "Go," said he to the aid-de-camp,
"tell the firs.t consul I am advancing,
and must be supportvd by the cavalry."
A moment later he fell mortally
wounded, but the drum only beat the
louder, and his men rushed forward to
avenge him. Kellermann's cavalry
charged to support them. The Aus
trian columns gave way and were soon
a turbulent mass of fugitives.
Thus was Marengo wrested from the.
victorious Melas by the cool grit of the
devoted Desaix, and by his prompt, in
telligent anticipation of orders. He, in-
Gronchy's place at Waterloo, or
Grouchy, acting like him, might hnve
changed the fate of Europe.—Success.
Who llouKht in
An author who had> been unsuccess
ful iu getting a story accepted, though
he had kept it going for three years,
noticing that the manuscript was badly
worn by constant transmission in the
mails, forwarded it by express to the
last available publication on his list,
valuing it at $75.
lie was in luck this time. The story
was lost en route and no trace of it
could be found.
Some time afterward a friend, who
j knew the unfortunate history of the
I story, asked:
"Did you ever get that article of yours
: off?"
j ".Tust sold it!" rep.'k-d the joyful
I author.
| "And how much did you prt for it?"
j "Seventy-five dollars. It was bought
jby the express company!"— Atlanta
Constitution.
CHEAP RABBIT TRAP.
If Placed In the Orchard In Colli
Weather It In Sure to Make «
Mood Catch.
Select four pieces of ordinary six
inch fencing board 20 to 24 inches long.
Nail them together so as to form a box,
closing one end. The top piece should
be an inch shorter than the others. Nail
the bottom and top boards to the side
boards, thus making the opening six
inches perpendicularly and four inches
horizontally. A sliding door is then
made to lit neatly into tne open end and
two piaces of lath nailed against the
ends of the perpendicular boards, pro
pecting one-lialf inch inside. The door
then slides down between the shorter
upper board and the projecting edges
J 1
1 12" " " "
CHEAP RABBIT TRAP.
a, trap set ready for rabbit; b, trigger;
d, hole for trigger with piece of hoop iron
for catch; e, top view of door and door
slides; 112, lath support for door when true
Is open.
of the lath. To support the door a piece
of lath is nailed on each side of the door
and notched at the upper end. The sim
ple cross shown at e supports the door.
One end is tied to the door by means of
a string and one end is fastened to the
trigger, which is the small notched
stick shown at b. This passes through
the hole shown in d anil when the trap
is set supports the door.
These traps are placed in orchards
during cold weather. The rabbit in
running about the orchard finds the
trap and seeing that it is a hole which
will afford him protection, backs into it,
pushes against the trigger, causing the
notch to slip off the catch and drop the
door. No bait is necessary, The trap
must be made of old weather-beaten
boards, for the strong odor of new pine
will keep rabbits away. The traps
should be placed near the rabbit runs
where they come into the orchard. It
is more successful on cold, quiet, clear
nights. An orchardist in central Illi
nois caught more than 1,000 rabbits in
these traps during one winter. —Orange
Judd Farmer.
MARKETING WHEAT.
lowa Alliance Advlira Wentern Farm
er* to Hold Their Crop* for an
Advance In Price.
The Farmers' alliance of Wapello
county, la., has issued the following ad
vice to farmers of the state as to hold
ing wheat for higher prices: Within a
short time a steady advance up to the
75-cent mark at northwestern shipping
points is certain as death; and the farm
ers have the game in their own hands
if they play with a little caution. The
reason upon which we base our faith in
the better price for wheat is that when
the crop of 1898 was harvested the
world's supply from former years was
practically exhausted, and the bread
rating world is now drawing its sup
plies from the crop of the present year.
In other years, and for many years, the
old stocks amounted to hundreds of
millions of busheis when the crop of
any'given year was harvested, and in
reckoning on the world's supply the
gamblers counted the old wheat as well
as the new. This year there is 110 01-3
wheat on which they can reckon. The
low price of wheat during ten years
preceding 1897 was due not to H surplus
in any given year, but to the accumula
tions of preceding years. The chief
cause has now temporarily disappeared
Again, the acute distress which fot
three or four years afflicted many farm
ers in the northwest is no longer in
sight. Farmers generally are in better
shape to protect themselves against the
vulgar wiles of bulls and bears; and
those animals are perfectly aware of
the situation.
Xoulect Mennn Cir«*at !,«»**.
A thoughtful farmer soon learns that
there is no money in neglect or in suf
fering. If a cow goes hungry or gets a
drubbing from the cross hired man, she
records her woes in the milk pail. If
the horse has sore teeth or a nail in his
foot or is fed poor hay, his endurance,
condition and constitution show theef
fects. Even a sitting hen if badly
treated and ill fed while breaking will
show her feelings by her slowness in
getting back into laying condition.
There is a mjney value in comfort
which becomes more and more appar
ent as we study into it. Nine out of ten
farm animals will do the best they
know how; they will work like ma
chines for the skilled operator who
keeps the bearings oiled with comfort.
Dakota Field and Farm.
The Hen* Nrctl Variety.
Instead of feeding wheat every day
the grain may be varied by simply al
lowing one kind of gruin eicli day.
Oats may be given the first day. corn
the next and wheat the next. The cost
of food will be about I he same as if but
one kind is given, but the fowls will
enjoy the changes of grain and keep in
better health. If meat, milk anil bulky
food are also added to the raiion the
liens should lay. provided they have
warm quarters and are not overfed. Va
riety should always be the rule, fot
even the grains oiffer in their compo
sition.— Dakota Field aud Fai ui.
i>soo Reward
The above Reward will b« paid for
Vmation that will lead to the arrect and
conviction of the party or parties whe
ulaced iron and alaba on the track of the
Emporium k Kick Valley R R , nea*
he east line of Franklin Honsler's faxm,
A the evening of NOT. 21at, 1891.
iizNKT AUCHO,
88-tf. l\emdent. ,
FINE LIQUOR SfORB
—n*—
EMPORIUM, PA.
THE undersigned haa opened a flr»V
olaas Liquor store, and invites the
trade or Hotels, Restaurants, Jtck
We shall carry none bat the best Axoes>'
loan and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES.
GINS AND
WINES^
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Etc,
Choice line of
Bottled Goods.
F addition toroy large Una of liquors I
oonstaßtly In stock a full Me® of
CIGARS AND TORACCO.
Pool and Billiard Room In »*ma baCdlnf
Cftl.L AND BEE MR
A. A. MCDONALD,
PROFBIETOB, EMIORIUM, PA.
& F. X. BLUMLE, 112
< EMFOHXUM, $£
V*? Bottler of and Dealer So
& beer, |[
& WIiNES, a'
& WHISKIES,
J2, And Liquors of All Kinds.
Q The beat of goods always J®
yK carried in stock and every- !
*rjj thing warranted as represent- Tj
P Especial Attention Paid te a
qg Hall Orders. a |
W EMPORIUM, PA. $
/ 60 TO I
SJ. A- pislerM
1 Broad Street, Emporlyn, Pa., J
J Where 70a can ret anything you want In C
C the Use of /
s Groceries, /
\ Provisions, ?
P FLOUR, SALT MEATS, P
C SMOKED MEATS, V
J CANNED GOODS, ETC., )
3 TEU, Coffees, Frnlti, C«ifectlonery, )
S Tokatco and Clgari. C
\ Good* Ilellyrrrd Free any /
/ Place In Town. S
I GILL LU SEE BE lib SET PRICES. \
C KEiR P. Ic R. DEPOT V
EUPORIVn
Bottling Works,
JOHN MCDONALD, Proprietor.
Hear P. 4t K. Depot, Emporium, Pa.
1
Bottler and Shipper of
Rochester
Lager Beer,
BEST BUMS OP EYPORT.
The Manufacturer of Soft
Drink* end Dealer In Choict
Wines and Pure Liquors.
— —
We ke«r- none bat the very beet
B»er and are prepared to fill Order* on
ihort notice. Private families served
Ifcilj if desired.
JOHN MCDONALD.
i Caveats, and Trade-Marks obtained and all i'at-ji
Cent buaiaeaa conducted for MODERATE FEE®. <[
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(charge. Oar fee not due nil patent it i secureo. ,»
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