6
AN END TO ALL TOILING.
There's an end to .til toiling some day—
sweet day! 1
But It's weary, the waiting, weary!
There's a harbor somewhere in a peaceful
bay,
Where the sails will be furled and the ship
will stay
At anchor—some\yhere In the far away—
But it's weary, the waiting, weary!
There's an end to the troubles of souls op
pressed.
But it's weary, the waiting, weary!
Some time in the future when God thinks
best
He'll lay 11s tenderly down to rest,
And roses'll bloom from the thorns In the
breast—
But it's weary, the waiting, weary!
There's an end to the world with its stormy
frown,
But it's weary, the waiting, weary!
There's a light somewhere that no cares can
drown.
And where life's sad burdens are all laid
down,
A crown, thank God! for each cross a
crown
But it's weary, the waiting, weary!
—N. Y. Evening World.
f-H Covrru_o
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SYNOPSIS.
Master Ardiek, just reached his majority
and thrown upon his own resources, after
stating his case to one Houthwick, a ship
master, is shipped as second mate on the
Industry, bound for Havana. Mr. Tym,
the supercargo, descries a sal!. The strange
vessel gives chase, but is disabled by the
Industry's guns. In the fray Capt. Houth
wick and one of the crew are killed, but the
Industry is found to be little damaged.
Sellinger , first mate, takes charge and
puts into Sidmouth to secure a new mate.
Several days later, when well out to sea,
an English merchantman Is met, whose
captain has a letter addressed to Jeremiah
Hope, at Havana. The crew of the vessel
tell strange tales of the buccaneer Morgan,
who Is sailing under the king's commission
to take Panama. One- night u litttle later,
the English vessel having proceeded on her
course, a bit of paper is slipped into Ar
dick's hand by one of the sailors. This is
found to be a warning of a mutiny plot
headed by Pradry, the new mate. Ardick
consults Mr. Tym. They resolve to secure
the mate, but Pradoy, eavesdropping in the
ca'bin, makes through the dorr an'd arouses
the crew. Capt. Sellinger joins Ardick and
Tym. The crew break through the now
barricaded door, but are forced to retire,
having lost seven of their number. Finding
themselves now 100 short-handed to man
age the hoat, Pradey decides to scuttle and
desert the vessel, taking his men off in the
only available boat. The captain, super
cargo and second mate soon discover their
plight, but hastily constructing a raft bet
away just before their vessel sinks. The
next morning a Spaniard draws near them.
The man in the rigging shouts: "If you
would board us, take to your oars. Bo
speedy, or you will fall short." On board
they are sent forward with thecrew, being
told they wil be sold as slaves on reaching
Panama. The ship's cook they find to be
Mac Ivrach, "frae Clagvarloch," so a
friend. Four days later the Spaniard is
overhauled l>y a buccaneer flying the lCng
lish Hag. The three Englishmen and Mae
Ivrach plan to escape to the buccaneer 011
a rude raft. Sellinger. the last to attempt
to leave the Spaniard, is disabled. Just
-after the others put off they see a figure
dangling from the yard arm. whom they
suppose Is Capt. Sellinger. Hailing the buc
caneer, our three friends tind themselves
in the hands of their old mate, Pradey.
He treats them kindly and offers to do them
110 harm if they wil but remain quiet con
cerning the mutiny he headed. The Black
Eagle, Pradey's ship, comes to Chagre,
Cuba, which town they find Morgan has
taken under the English flag. From her
the Black Eagle with Morgan's fleet pro
ceeds to Panama. The command consists
of about 1,200 men Having landed, they
march 011 to the city. The assault 011 the
city is begun. Many of the buccaneers fall,
md Ardiek is wounded. Through the smoke
he sees Pradey approaching. The city at
lust fails. Ardick, coming to, tinds Tym
had rescued him from Pradey's murderouH
hand by killing the villain.
CHAPTER XIV/—CONTINUED.
At daybreak the trumpets were
blown, and the companies asseutbled
under their respective leaders. Break
fast was hastily eaten, no delays being
made for cookery, but all taken cold,
and shortly the word was given to
march. A little before this we had
learned that Morgan's plan was to pro
ceed first to the governor's castlp,
making a stern show of warlike force
on the way, and there Morgan himself
would remain, keeping with hint 50
men. and the rest were to scatter and
plunder and ravage at will. ( crtain
rules, however, were to be observed,
oue being that all must, deposit their
spoil in the hall of the castle, where
it should remain till the final decision;
another was that prisoners—that is,
.slaves —were to remain the property
of those who seized them. If, never
theless, it was added, any desired to
bring their slaves to the castle, having
a mind to sell them there, they could
do so, and such slaves should be guard
ed and cared for till their disposal.
The stin was creeping up and the
breeze had fallen when at last we
caught step and set forward down the
chief street of the city. The drums
were beating spiritedly and the trum
pets sounded thrilling blasts, and with
our soldierly array, the headpieces,
cuirasses and musket barrels flashing
in the sun, I thought we presented a
fine and altogether awing spectacle.
The place was deathly quiet. Every
house was closed, and as far as we
could see down the street not a person
was in sight. Still we traveled along,
and at last, just, as I was wondering at
tin- extent of this part of the city, the
street ended, and we broke out into a
considerable square, or pla/.a. Here
tin* buildings were large and of a more
pretentious sort than any we had yet
seen. All were of stone, some of a
brown or reddish color, and some of
common stone well set in red cement,
but few were above three stories in
height. The roofs of all were flat, and
most had low parapets, on which stood
pois of bright flowers or handsome
shrubs, anil the walls of some were
nearly covered with climbing green
ery. Like the street we had left, the
plaza was completely deserted, the
stiutters of every building around be
ing tip.
"Hoots!" said Mac Ivrach, in a low
tone, '"but they liae secreted ilka dog
and cat as well as theirsels. 1 wad be
wishing for bit stir o' some sort. Sic
stillness 110 seems canny."
This 1 conceive pretty well expressed
the feelings of us all, who felt a kind
of oppression in the continued silence.
Morgan had halted a moment, but
presently had us forward again, and
without any interruption or change in
the appearance of things we continued
on till we reached the cuttle. This was
a considerable stone structure, stand
ing on the top of a little plateau, and
was defended by high walls and one
strong tower.
It looked as though this were an ex
cellent place for a mine or other de
vice, but I was speedily told that this
fear was unfounded, for the place had
been entered and the chief rooms ex
plored, but nothing in the nature of a
trap had been found. The keys had
been given to Morgan, and the guns
spiked.
We were but a moment in entering,
and while one of the captains, at Mor
gan's command, went up to haul down
the Spanish flag and put our own in its
place, the different companies were
formed up in their order, and the last
words of advice and command given.
Among other things, all were bidden
to be sparing of the wine till it was
proven that it was not poisoned, to re
turn to the castle at nightfall, and to
hasten thither at once if two succes
sive cannon shots were fired. These
were to mean some sudden or immi
nent danger.
All this being attended to.the com
panies, save the picked detail to re
main with Morgan, broke ranks aflid
shortly quitted the castle.
"There to be removed from the hor
rors we must see here?" I answered.
"I am favorable to it."
"And I," said Mac Ivrach.
But the words were scarce out of his
mouth when a man came running out
of the opening of the neighbor street
and on seeing us pulled up short.
"Saunts and angels defend us!" cried
Mac Ivrach. fairly staggering back.
"The gaist o' the captain!"
For, indeed, the man appeared to be
no other than Cftpt. Sellinger.
CHAPTER XV.
OF THE CONCLUSION OF OUR ORE AT
SURPRISE AND WHAT FOLLOWS
AT THE HEELS OF IT.
Even Mr. Tym changed color, and
for my part my legs grew weak and my
heart thumped like a fulling hammer.
"Why, friends, don't ye know me?
Do ye take me for a ghost?"
It was the same old hearty, sea
rougli voice that we knew so well. It
was 110 spirit, but the man's mortal
self!
Mr. Tym was the first to pull himself
together. He rushed forward, and
with a little cry of gladness seized
Sellinger by both hands and danced
the strong skipper about. I was next,
and could scarce keep back the tears
as I gripped the big brown hands.
Even Mae Ivrach grinned like a nierry
andrew and cut one step of a caper as
he took hi« turn.
"But, man," eried Mr. Tym. as we at
last released Ihe skipper and stood de
lightedly about him, "how can this be?
Did we not see you hanged? Aye,
dangling your length from the yard
arm of the Pilanca? Why. we made
out the very white shirt you have on—
surely the only one among the crew!"
The captain first gave a stare of as
tonishment all <f incredulity, and then
broke into a low whistle.
"Aye, aye, I see how it was. It was
the boatswain, Pedillo. Marry, I never
1 thought of your taking him for me!
You see the old governor conceived
the notion that the fellow was more
responsible than anybody else for our
little break, nnti so danced him up to
the yard. I believe one of the priests
gave him a shirt, or frock, to be turned
off in, and* so that was where you got
your white tog. Aye, aye, 1 under
stand the thing now."
And so, of course, did we, and it was
simple enough, to be sure.
He asked a question or two in turn,
which we answered, and then I went on
to inquire how the Spaniards used him
after our escape.
"Why, not so bad," he answered.
"My wound was attended to, and then
I was clapped in the brig. When the
ship reached Ghagre I was set upon the
midships of a mule and brought here.
Since then 1 have lived in the house of
—Faith! but that reminds me. I have
run at my best speed hither, not alone
to sail in your company, but because
of another matter of urgency. Will
you come along with me and make no
stay for questions?"
"Surely!" cried Mr. Tym, without
hesitation.
And Mac Ivrach and I said the same.
"Then this way."
lie turned, and set off up the same
street he had emerged from. I had, of
course, noticed his dress and other ap
pearance, ere this, and found that he
looked and was habited as formerly,
lie was armed now, however, being
girded with a belt, to which was hung
a short hook pistol and a Spanish
hanger.
We fetched up at a high stone wail,
which I perceived must set off a con
siderable estate. A little way along
this wall was a strong iron gate, the
top defended by sharp spikes. The cap
tain plucked a key out of his pocket,
with which he unlocked this gate, and,
urging us all in before him, hastily
locked it again. I now perceived that
we were iti an extensive garden, fruit
and shade trees standing thickly about
and the walks bordered with fioweiv*.
A little way in the rear I could partly
make out a handsome, low stone house.
The captain hurried us up tlie main
walk, making no concealment now of
j speed, and at a fair run we brought up
I before the door of the house. I per
ceived then that the place was stTong
as well as handsome, the building be
ing of some yellowish stone set off
with a cage fashion of balconies in the
Spanish sty'..*. The chief entrance was
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1899.
directly before us, a step leading up to
it, anil 1 noticed that the door was a
very strong' affair and in height and
bigness was sufficient for a little
church. The captain knocked)sharply
twice, when the door was slowly
opened, and an old negro put out his
head.
"All's well, Tonto. These are the
friends I went to seek."
The old fellow looked at us a little
suspiciously, 1 thought, but without
objection stood aside.
"These quarters," said tire captain,
turning to us, "belong to Don Euriquc
de Cavodilla. You recall liim, I think."
We readily did so, for he was oue of
the grandees of the Pilanca.
"Well," went on the captain, "he is—
or has been —my master, and, having
used me very well, I am somewhat be
holden to him. Yet even more I would
do a good turn to his wife, Dona Isa
bella, and to his niece, Senorita Car
men. You see now the reason of my
liilrry."
"Surely," said Mr. Tym, "and we will
gladly help you." Mac Ivraeh and I
also heartily assented.
"I am free to say I know not how
the thing is to be managed," said the
captain, sinking his tones a little, "but
that we will immediately consider. We
must first consult the don."
As he spoke a door shut and a man
came out at the head of the stairs.
Even in the dim light I recognized him
at once as the old Spaniard.
lie was a tall, spare, erect man, with
plenty of gray in his beard and hair,
but in bearing still in his strength and
prime. lie was dressed in the sad
colored velvet of the ship, with the
ruffles and other linery.
"Goon, Ardick, and tell him how
matters stand," said Sellinger; "I am
still without a hold on the rascally
Spanish."
"Sir," I said accordingly, stepping to
the foot of the stairs, "Capt. Sellinger
is here and has brought with him the
friends he went out to seek."
"God be praised!" cried the old
hidalgo with the deepest heartiness.
"Saneta Maria, senor! I never heard
sweeter words. Ascend, ascend, you
and your friends!"
I briefly translated the don's speech,
and with the captain in the lead we
mounted the stairs.
The old man met us at the top and
somewhat to my discomposure kissed
each of us in turn.
"You will save us!" he cried. "You
will deliver my wife and the poor child!
" You will deliver my wii'u and the poor child.**
My life is of little worth, but they—<
All, come with me, senores, and assure
these poor creatures that you will
succor them!"
"Lead on, senor," I said, not a little
touched. "Be assured we will do what
we can."
He lost no more time, but led us
hastily to a rear chamber, where he
threw open the door. Two ladies were
within, who quickly rose.
The shutters of the windows were
open, for ihe room looked out on an
inclosed court, and the bright sun
light, checked merely by the draperies,
brought out everything clearly.
I immediately recognized Dona Isa
bella. She was small and slight, with
a proud, handsome face, but a faded
skin, and was richly dressed with many
bright ribbons and ornaments. Dona
Carmen was, as I instantly perceived,
passing beautiful. Something tall, and
yet of such proportions that she scarce
seemed so, she all but startled me with
the unusual combination of yellow hair,
great Spanish black eyes—l mean those
with t he wonderful long lashes —a skin
Saxon-fair, nose, mouth and chin deli
cate and in exact harmony, andtm ex
pression vivacious and to appearance in
telligent.
Don ISnrique now flourished us for
ward.
"Isabella, and you, poor Carmen, here
are the brave English friends of Capt.
Giles," he said. "Take heart and thank
tho Virgin, for they have come to de
liver us!"
Each lady in turn dropped a stately
Spanish courtesy, and with more reso
lution than I had looked for, though,
to be sure, unsteadily, thanked us.
"Well, what is to be done?" said I.
The-captain looked at Mr. Tym, and
the latter, after a moment's hesitation,
said:
"Let us first understand our bearings,
captain. What are the private ways
out of this place?"
"By the gardens," answered Sellinger,
"and rearward through a court to a
narrow street. Thence it is a straight
course to the water."
"These gardens border upon what?"
"Considerable streets."
"And the ships and' boats have all
been taken, and our fellows will have
an eye upon the water front," said
Mr. Tym, shaking his head. "That will
not do."
We were silent for a bit, T racking
my brains to hit upon something, when
he suddenly resumed: "I have a
thought. What is to prevent us from
claiming these people as our slaves?
That will be but one each, which must
be safe enough."
I thought he had hit It, and began tc
say that nothing could be better.
lhit the captain shook his head. "1
fear it will not serve," he said
"You must know that Don Enrique and
the ladies were yesterdas' chased and
well-nigh captured by a party of buc
caneers, and 1 cannot doubt that thi
same fellows would know them again.
Doubtless they would claim them, un
der the usual freebooters* rule."
"Why, yes," admitted Mr. Tym, re
luctantly, "since such are the facts."
My hopes were suddenly dashed, and
I sighed with disappointment.
"But why suld' these callants see
them?" putin Mae Ivraeh. "Can we no
hide them awa'?"
"With difficulty," said Mr. Tym. "It
might be managed here,, but when it
came to the march all must come out.
Moreover, I doubt whether any place
or house would be suffered to remain
barred against searching parties. It
would be thought some trick was go
ing on, such as plunder hidden away."
"Then." said the captain, "I see but
one course to steer. They must fly.
The question is whither?"
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
A COUNT'S VISION.
ItpninrLnhlo Inntanee of TeleKrnphlc
Perception—Foretell i nis u
Tra fired y.
I can vouch for the truth of the fol
lowing interesting ease of clairvoy
ance: On August 12 a young man
named Livio Cibrario, belonging to one
of the most ancient fatmilies of Turin,
while attempting to climb the peak of
llocciamelone, in the Maritime Alps,
lost his way, end on the following
morning a search party found his body,
terribly crushed and at the
bottom of a deep crevasse.
Count Cibrario, the unfortunate
young man's father, who was at Turin,
and knew nothing of his son's expedi
tion to the Rocciamelone, on the night
of the accidont aroused the rest of the
family, announcing with tears that
Livio was dead. He had seen him dis
tinctly, he said, blood flowing from hPs
battered head, and had heard these
words spoken in a voice of terrible an
gu i fell:
"Father, I sllppedi down a precipice
and broke my head, and I am dead,
quite dead."
The other members of the family
tried in vain to persuade the poor
count that the ghastly vision was
nothing but a nightmare, and the be
reaved father continued in a state of
anxiety bordering upon distraction till
the morning, when the oflieial confir
mation of the terribl.e accident
reacheif him.
This case of telepathy, or whatever
name may be given to similar phe
nomena, is considered all the more re
markable as Count Cibrario is a very
quiet, matter-of-fact person, anil has
never sufferedi from disorders of the
nervous system or dabbled in spirit
ism.—Rome Cor. London Mail.
In j UHI ICP.
"What did you assault him for?"
"lie called me a lobster, your honor."
"Called you a lobster, did he? What
is your business?"
"I've got an alley cleaning contract,
}• our honor."
"In this ward?"
"Yes, your honor."
"That's suflicient. I know how the
alleys are cleaned in this ward. The
lobster, my friend, is a scavenger of
the sea, but is a good scavenger.
You are a scavenger on land and a
mighty poor one. The lobster is the
one to complain of the comparison,
and the tine for striking this boy for
calling you a lobster will be five dol
lars and costs. Xext!"—Chicago Tri
bune.
The I*i>|>C and the KIIIK.
It is not probable that the following
from the letter of an American in the
early 'sos is entirely authentic: "At
sunset we readied Gaeta. This place
abounds in historical interest, and it is
here that the pope found refuge when
he fled from the republic in 1849.
Among the stories of the place is one to
the effect that the pope and the king
of Naples, who had come to visit him
in exile, went on board on American
man-of-war. The commander wel
comed them in these terms: 'l'ope, how
are you? King, how d'ye do? Here
Lieut. Jones, you speak French,. parley
vons with the j%pe while king and I
go down 1 and take a drink. King, cortie
on." —Chicago Chronicle.
Why They All How oil.
At an ancient church at Valsbol, in
llussia, it has been customary for the.
congregation to turn to a blank wall
and bow reverently before leaving the
church. Why they did this nobody
knew except that their forefathers had
done so, and had handed down the cus
tom. In making some repairs recently
the origin of the custom was
for beneath many layers of whitewash
and paint a picture was found of the
Virgin Mary, which must have stood
out brilliantly on the wall five or six
centuries ago.
'Ti* False.
"Woman's crowning glory is her
hair," he quoted.
"Not now," returned his pessimistic
friend.
"What do you mean?'' he demanded.
"In nwiijy cases' now woman's crown
ing giory is some other woman's hair,"
answered his pessimistic friend; and
before the optimist could indignantly
deny the assertion he noticed some of
it advertised in tlie paper he was read
ing and wisely held his peace.—Chica
go Post.
A 11.-lplnn Ilan<l.
The Landlord fin surprise)— Why,
Mr. Hallrume! What are you doing?
Putting that butter in your tea?
Mr. Hallrume—l was always taught,
Mrs. Starvum, that the strong should
I help the weak.--Puck.
EAST INDIAN FAKIIiS
Oue of Their Most Wonderful Tricks
Exposed in DetaiL
How u Hindoo Who Had Heen llurled
Alive Came Illicit to 111* Friend*
— ot li 1 n V* -tl i r»»e u loll* A liou t
the Feat.
"ft was on the way from Punnah to
Hewali, in southern India," said the
bronze-faced man to a Cincinnati Com
mercial reporter. "Our party had just
reached the dark bungalow about four
o'clock in the afternoon, and found as
sembled there near a large banyan tree
a number of fakir& Their tricks were
more than usually clever, and they kept
us amused for a considerable time.
Finally, as a parting stroke, they sug
gested that for a small sum of money
one of their party should be buried
alive. Our curiosity was not proof
against such a tempting offer, and the
rascals set to work.
"It did not take them long to make
an excavation from 7 to 8 feet in length
und 2'/a feet wide at the top. When they
got down about 4 feet tliey suddenly
narrowed the grave to a width of 2
feet, leaving an even margin or ledge
u.ll around. Below this they dug some
! feet further, making a total depth or'
6 feet.
"A slim, wiry-looking man, with a
cast in his left eye, was selected as the
victim. The chief fakir, with the usual
Incantations and passes, soon had him
rigid in a sort of hypnotic sleep; then,
wrapping him loosely in a white cloth,
he was lowered into the narrow part
of the grave. Over him, resting upon
the sandy ledge described, was placed
a layer of thin boards to prevent the
soil from coming in contact with his
body. This done, the others set, to
work with a will to shovel in, tramp
ling down the earth solidly every few
Inches.
"I must confess that by this time I
felt a trifle qualmish. The scene was
1
BURYING THE FAKIR.
(Subterranean Passage Is Connected with
the Grave.)
rather too realistic for my fancy. Could
it be deliberate murder and 1 access
ory to the act? A sickly feeling crept
over me, but the Hindoos, noticing my
uneasy looks, only shoveled dirt and
stamped the harder. In about lo min
utes they had smoothed over a neat
mound and afterward sodded it evenly
down.
"This was surely no common conjur
ing' trick, and, try as I might, I could
not shake off the uncomfortable feel
ing that that Hindu had laid away for
hU final sleep. 1 succeeded, however,
in repressing my emotions, and as
sumed an indifferent air 1 was far from
feeling.
"In turns we watched the grave dur
ing the night, and next morning 1 was
about to leave my quarters for the
place at about nine o'clock. A light
hand tapped me upon the shoulder. I
turned quickly, and to my unutterable
amazement, who should confront me,
grinning and bowing and scraping,
with his 'Salaam, sahib, baksliush,' but
that long, wiry rascal with the east in
his left eye, the same whom the night
before 1 had left securely planted be
neath six feet of compact earth. It
would have been bad policy to show as
tonishment, so 1 simply nodded and
passed on .with him to the grave. There
It remained, not a sod disturbed, and
one of my companions standing by, still
on guard duty. It was a resurrection,
sure enough.
"It cost me 50 rupees to worm the
mystery out of that wily fakir," the
bronze-faced man went on, "but I was
bound to know if it had cost me a hun
dred. There was, as I fcaid, a large ban
yan tree close to the grave. That tree
was hollow. Between it and one end of
the lomb was a subterranean passage
just big enough for a thin man to
creep in. The victim then had merely
to break through a thin wall of sott
earth, worm his way into the hollow
of the tree, and wait there until the
darkness afforded an opportunity toes
cape."
Eriiora In Chureliti,
In a Sussex church there is said to be
one of the most remarkable echoes
known, while in a Hertfordshire church
the tick of a watch may be heard from
one end of the building to the other.
It is also stated that in the Cathedral
of Girgenti. in Sicily, the slightest
whisper is borne with perfect distinct
ness from the great western door to
the cornice behind the altar, a distance
of about 150 feet.
Snl«l •<> Extinguish Fire.
Sand will be used to extinguish fire,
if there should be one in the new tele
phone company's exchange at Indian
apolis. It is used because it is less in
jurious to the electrical apparatus than
water or chemicals would be. The
sand is stored in a large tank above the
exchange room, and is sifted automatic
ally to any or all partsof the building in
such manner as to smother the fire very
effective!*
SSOO Reward
The above Reward will be paid for
'vDaation that will lead to the arrest and
conviction of 'he party or parties whe
placed iron and slaos on the track of til#
Emporium & Rich Valley R. R., nam
ho cast line of Franklin liousler'n fr.r»,
to tha evening of Jiov. 21et, 1891.
Henry AUOUD,
88-tf. J'resident.
FIXE LIQUOR SIOKE
IN
EMPORIUM, PA.
FNHE undersigned has openrd a firs*
I claee Liquor store, and invites tbc
* trade or Hotels, Restaurants, An,
W« shall curry none bat tho best Anas*-
lean and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES
GINS AND
WINES,
BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Eta.
Choice lino of
Bottled G-oods.
IN *<s<ltt!«i to my largo lino of llqnon I mtnif
oonilaetly In stock a fall lino of
CIGARS AND TOBACCO.
CB»-Pool niuiard Room In earn* bolldin*. "**>
C*LL AND NKF WE.
A. A. MCDONALD,
PROPRIETOR, EMPORIUM, PA.
SF. X. BLUMLE, £
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Bottler •( end Uetlei to fV
§ BEER, £
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& WHISKIES, I*
A And Liquors of All Kinds.
q The best of goods always ri
"WK carried in Btock and every-
W thing warranted as represent- JjJ
'<(, Especial Attention Pal d *•
flail Orders. £4
$ EMPORIUM, PA. I?
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i Broad Street, Emporium, Pa., J
Where you can jet anything you want i» (
V the line of I
s Groceries, /
) Provisions, ?
> FLO'JR, SALT MEATS, X
112 SMOKED MEATS, \
) CANNED GOODS, ETC., )
) Teas, Coffees, Frdts, C«nfectlonery, )
> Tobacco and Clears. v
\ Good* Bcllyrrcd Free say /
/ Place In Town. \
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Bottling Works,
IOHN McDONALD, Proprietor.
Kaar P. u E. Depot, Emporium, Pa.
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Bottler and Shipper of
Rochester
Lager Beer,
BEST EILA'iK OP EVPORT.
The Manufacturer of BoP
Drinks and Dealer tn Choice
Winoa and Pure Liquors.
We beep none bat the very bert
; Seer and are preppred to All Orders on
i ihori notice. Private families served
j flaily if deaired.
JOHN MCDONALD.
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