6 THREE PRAYERS. An infant In Itß cradle slept. And in Its sleep It smiled— And one by one three women knelt To kiss the falr-halred child; And each thought of the days to be And breathed a prayer, Ivalt-silently. One poured hrr love on many lives. But knew love's toil aJid care; (ta burdens oft had been to her A heavy weight to bear; She stooped and murmured lovingly: "Not burdened hands, dear child, for thee." One had not known the burdened hands. But knew the empty heart; At life's banquet she had sat An unfed guest apart; "Oh, not." she whispered, tenderly, "An empty heart, dear child, for thee." And one was old; she hail known care. She had known loneliness; Bhe knew God leads us by no path His presence cannot bless; She smiled, and murmured, trustfully: "God's will, dear child, God's will for thee!" - JCate Tucker Goode. in the Alkahest. FREE- LA MO L. By CHAL'NCY C. HOTCHKISS [Copyright, 1897, by D. Appleton & Co. All rights reserved] CHAPTER XI. —CONTINUED. Not a morsel of food had passed my lips for more than four-and-twenty hours. I was tired, not from the miles of walking or mamifold exertion, but from lack of nutri ment, and, more than all, from the moral effect of knowing I was being hunted like a wild animal. My clothing had well-nigh dried on my body, but i was still damp. I had not even the comfort of tobacco, for, though I possessed it in plenty, I could get no fire, my tinder box having been wetted in the soaking I had endured. I had fled from the sight of man as Satan flies before the sign of the cross, but by the time I had gotten on my journey thus far I cared little for Nick Stryker, Kex, the British army, or the devil himself. My sole yearning was for food, and the sun had not sunken fairly be hind the Jersey hills when, against all rea son, I rose from my lost hiding place near the roadside anil strode into it, making my way toward the tavern as fast as 1 could walk. My arms were like lead. The gold in my pockets and the bullets in my pouch had fifty times their weight as I splashed through the mud, but I was protected by a divine providence, for no soul saw 1 going or com ing while I was on the gre<»t thoroughfare. When I turned into the lane leading to the tavern some of my reason returned to me, and I slipped over the fence that I might not approach too directly the front door. There were no horses under the shed as I passed it, a fact that gave me assurance, and on peering through the bar window, I marked that the room was unoccupied. The bar of the Dove was, like of the taverns of the day, as much a refectory kb a bar, and the general assembly room of the house. As I have said, it was deserted, and barren of light as well, the far corners being so immersed in gloom that I could barely make out the tables under the cur tained windows. My advent within brought an answering sound of steps, and there en tered a b'ack man, half waiter and half hostler, I made out by his apron, the table knives in his hand, and a general smell of the stable he brought with him. Without ado 1 asiicd for food—food of any sort, hot or cold, with a bottle of wine, or, failing in that, stimulant of any description. 1 thought the fellow was frightened at my fierceness, and showed him I meant to pay for all I demanded by pulling from my pock et a few pieces of golj and exposing them. He slipped behind the bar and brought out a bottle of rum, setting it oil a table in the darkest corner of the room, and then hur riedly went out, saying 1 should be served without delay. Left to myself, I took a stilf dram and looked about me. The room was decidedly ... i■/ " I crept slowly onward." barren in appearance, the only attempt at ornamentation being in the boughs ol green stuff that had been piled into the vast fireplace. The rafters overhead, sombei with age, were black in the increasing dark ness, and the walls, uuwhitened for months and perhaps: years, were deeply scored with names and coarse mottoes graven by sword points or bayonets, and smutted by candles held againßt the rough plaster. The bar took up a space near the entrance, tht floor was clean and sanded, and the only furniture in the room consisted of an im men so settle in the corner by the chimney one long table with a bench betwixt it ami the wall, and four or live smaller tables witl accompanying chairs. In strong contrast with the prevailing dingiuess of the apart metit were the two windows in the rear oi the room, their curtains of plain stuff ai white ami stiff as crusted- snow, and tht panes as sparkling and brilliant as ncwlj minted coin. With an eye to future action in case o: mischance, I went to the windows and fount them unfastened. The view looked eastanc showed an infield with a stream on one side wlW<-h 1 knew must drain the ponds ani swamps of the lower Harlem flats in the vi cinity of McGowan's I'asw, and empty itsell culverted, still runs under the city in tin into the Sound river. [This stream, now neighborhood of East One Hundred unc Tenth street.l The sight of its brush-grown banks anc the oncoming night a wa - v of oap* but u boat would have been necessary »nd oven with this there were the jaws of llell tiate and the river patrols to overcome. I think I had plumbed tho depths of svery possible chance to get otf the island ind onto the main, but saw no way out. The Hudson was too wide to swim; the Sound river too boisterous in either run of the tide, and even better guarded than was the land. To pass the Harlem was not pos sible, both banks being sentried by the Enemy, and thus 1 was held betwixt the "barrier gates," the lower lines, and the two rivers. In time every foot of this ground ivould be scoured, and the end looked to be that I, would succumb. But the end was not yet. I was well irmed and stronger by a dram than when 1 came in. I left open the windows, changing my sent to the long table, partly stretching myself along the bench to render me less conspicuous. From here 1 commanded a view of the front door and all within the room, being myself quite in the darkness. Thus L waited for a full quarter of an hour with dead silence all about until the black brought in my food and a candle, setting the light at the end of the table farthest trom me, pulling down the windows, and drawing the curtains, though it was far from being chilly. 1 was about to resen? this disposition of the candle as a piece of impertinence, as it barely cast a shadow at that distance, when I suddenly considered the advantage of being in gloom, and so let it bide. I finished everything before me in short order, and, as though the man had anticipated my wants, my plate was immediately recharged with a liberal supply of ham and eggs, while a bowl of bonnyclabber was placed beside it. Now, instead of withdrawing as he haif done before, the black sat himself opposite me, with every wink the whites of his eves snapping in the light of the distant candle. After watching my jaws gradually slow down as I drew near the end of the supply, and while I gave a long sigh of relief and comparative comfort, he leaned slowly for ward and, speaking softly, said: "Yous hungry, sail!" "Slightly," i remarked; "I have e'en had a hard dav of it." "Who be you lookin' fo'?" he asked, ab ruptly. "What's that to you, you black rascal?" I answered with a forced fierceness that made him grin. "Who is the host here?" "Nat Burns, sah; he's away, sah. I looks to de house den. I t'au't you might be 'spec'in' some one, sah." "Not I," I replied, having no desire to confide in a negro hostler. "Has anyone been here to-day?" "Yes, sah," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Heap o' soldiers, sah. De.vs makin' de house upset all froo lookin' for somebody." "Booking for whom?" I asked, now mightily interested. "Two or free pussons an' a young gal, sah. But dey nebber finds dem here, no, sah! When am you goin' on, sah?" I had hard work to restrain my curiosity about those who were being looked for. If the girl was Gertrude King, and I felt fair ly sure of it, then she, too, had escaped ar rest so far, though it gave me a strange feel ing about the ribs to think that, she might be suffering even as I had been. To his ques tion I carelessly answered: "Not to-night, at all odds." For lat once considered that if the house had been searched, it was the safest place I could find in which to abide. "Ah, by the way," I inquired easily, "know you of a party named King?" "King?" said he, rising and taking up tho candle. "No, sah; no King, 'ceptin' the good King Gawge." He held the candle so that for the first time I had a good look at him. I saw then that he was not a full-blooded negro, his hair being silky and waved, his nose straight, with fine nostrils, and his mouth lacking the thick lips as his skull lacked the prog nathous development of the true African. His hide was abnormally black, however, and his tongue that of the southern darky improved by contact with the purer speech of the north. With all its fine points his face bore no signs of great intelligence, and as he looked at me it was almost expression less. I feared that if it ever had been, the tav ern was now no longer a refuge for those of my party, for it seemed clear that kick Stryker had lost the proprietorship, his place having been taken by one Burns (of whom I had never heard), whose very host ler was of rank tory breed. I was glad I had not put myself into the darky's hands, now even being afraid to ask for Stryker for dread of arousing suspicions against me. "If yous boun' fco stay all night, sah, I soon hab nice room, sah," he continued, while I was watching him, and taking the light with him, he went out with no apology for leaving me in the dark. Being alone again, I filled my pipe and awaited his return with the means to light it. The difference betwixt the man I had been an hour since and was at that moment was amazing, so great is the power of nutri ment to life both body and spirits. I was ready for another night's wandering if needs be, though I thanked my stars for lack of the necessity. Stretching myself along the bench, I was almost dozing from sheer comfort when I heard the tramp of horses in the yard, and the next minute the door opened and two boisterous voices rang through the room demanding lights and service. The violent rattling of a chair on the floor, which one of the newcomers had used as a means of gaining attention, had hardly ceased when the negro returned with the candle. I could not see the faces of either of the parties from my position (which I deemed advisable to retain), naught but their legs showing, but for two they made a vast noise. The negro, without seeming to notice my apparent absence, placed bottles and glasses on the table farthest removed from mine, and the two, after ordering a meal, sat down and began drinking. And without stint they drank, if one could judge by the sound of pouring. r J he single candle but broke the gloom of tlie apart ment, though it was helped out by the moon light, which streamed through the south windows and over the sanded boards. By it I made out that one of the party was a cavalryman, his muddy boots and short clothes proclaiming the fact, as well as the sabretasclie that trailed on the floor by the side of his heavy sword. The other, also booted and armed, was not of the ranks, for his breeches were not embellished or ol striking color (his coat I could not see), while the hat he flung under the table was but a nondescript slouch without a cockade, That they had accidentally met was at once made plain by the first words that ptMsaed between them after the negro left the room. "An' ye are from the north!" said the sol dier. "it were a line chance that brought us together, for 1 am iugh spent an' must ha' traveled back on an empty belly had we not crossed." "Have ye no news o' cither o' thorn?" asked the" civilian, earnestly, ignoring the former's remark. "Nay, man. 'Tis the coWest scent I e'ei put nose to. Scammell'a an ass to think they lied together, an' twice an ass, too, to look for a flying man an' woman along the main highway! Have any of your gang lit or news? This failure puts me 20 poun'i out CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1899. o' porkat, for I was to ha' that If I could but locate the woman; the man he feel* sure of." "Why of him?" "That he's not tellin' the likes o' nie, though I think he means to lure him." "Lure him! the fool!" said the civilian. "The man who can overcome Scammell with an ewer, throttle Clinton an' run the lines on his fist is no bird that can be touched with salt. Faith! 'tis nothing but cold lead an' steel that can take him, an' I wish 1 might cross swords with him, for all his bigness." "Well, by the piper!" broke in the sol dier, banging his fist on the table, "I'm fain to meet him myself. I'd show hixn sword play—" "Shut up, ye brag! He'd make but a pinch o' ye! Hotter stick to the woman, who'd come easy when ye sighted her! What's tile outcome along o' Belden?" "Belden!" said the soldier, with a laugh and an oath; "Clinton will ne'er forgive him for bringing forward such a mountain o' fraud, lie's e'en a prisoner on board his own ship, an' Scammell is in the old man's bad books for havin' blabbed something to the girl—l wot not what. There's the devil's own muss below, made worse by the fact that both man an' woman ha' gone up to Heaven or downward, for no sign o' them is on the island, an' they ha' not had time to get otf it by plain means." "The girl had a pass, I was told." "All passes were stopped, though not in time at the lower lines, to my thinking. 1 fancy the man is in the woods to the west, an' the lass hiding in the city." "Well! well!" said the civilian, stretch ing his legs under the table and refilling his glass. "Here must I bide till the rest come up. To the devil with rebel spies, man an' woman! I wish I had known that Thorn dyke was not Lounsbury when 1 had him unarmed. 'Twould ha' been worth a pile; but a bigger pile this day could I get him." Now all this was mighty interesting, and I lay as still as the bench beneath me until the civilian's last remark. Something there was in his voice that struck me as familiar, while his reference to having met me made me more than curious. Carefully lifting my eye above the table's level, I beheld the card sharper of the Hull's Head, his companion being a non-commissioned officer and a total stranger to me. CHAPTER XII. A FIGHTING QUAKER. Here was I at last pinned down to close quarters. I had hoped they would eat, then drink themselves drunk and leave, but the sharper's intention of remaining all night, if necessary, together with the known hard ness of head of the average trooper, made the hope a forlorn orie. It seemed that i was to be confined to the bench for hours unless some chance should free me, and I had re signed myself to this when the black came in with food for the two, and at the same tune the door reopened, there entering a man- whom even in the dim light I knew to be of a different stripe than the others. 11 was a Quaker, and so infirm that he walked slowly and heavily with the aid of a staff. Giving the two at the table a wide berth, he wended his way to the rear of the room and, seating himself on the settle, or dered a plain meal of milk and bread and butter. There was nothing remarkable in the ad vent of a tired Quaker, but his appearance caused the sharper and his companion to draw their chairs together and whisper, though after a moment's close talking the former shouted across the room: "Ilello, snuffy! Where be thee from?" There came no immediate answer to this, whereat the trooper swore roundly and re peated his fellow's question in a louder voice. "I travel from the Kingsbridge and be yond, friend," was the final answer re turned in a feeble treble. "To where, then, thee son o' drab?" mimicked the gambler, as he putin his turn at insulting the old man. "To a friend in the city—a ('apt. Scam mell, of De Lancy's regiment. Mayhap thee knows him?" was the innocent response. liut, innocent as it was, it had its effect on the two, wfto were at once more respect ful in both tone and words. "Ye'-ll not find him, then," volunteered the trooper. "He has a sore head an' a broken heart—the one from a scrimmage an' the other through loss o' his lady. 11a' ye seen aught o' a runaway beauty on yer trav els —a tall young l%ss with a painted head?" "Does thee mean a young girl with hair inclined to red?" asked the traveler, with something of interest in his voice. "Ay, that same," returned the trooper, bringing his feet under him and half rising. "Yea, friend. I met with a female, though scarce a beauty, and with hair us thee describes. She was tired and wan as slie came from the woods near Day's tav ern, by the Hollow Way, and asked me for victuals. But, friend, I was unprovided, and, indeed, in these times fear stragglers, be they male or female." "Was the same tall an' fine o' skin, an' with dark eyes?" "Ay, I think she was of proper height, and her eye was dark, if I do not err." " 'Fore God, an' I believe it the lass, Lowney!" said the trooper, starting up and for the first time giving the card-sharper a name. "I'm off on the seent. Where away did she go, old man?" "Back to the woods, as I saw her," was the answer. "What woods? In what direction?" hur riedly asked the redcoat. "Thee knowest the woods and orchard where Washington worsted Howe on the heights of Harlem? That is the spot, friend. It strikes me she might be fair enough after food and rest. I would not have her harmed through ine. Thee had—" "Damn your tliees an' thous an' Wash ington an' being worsted!" sliiifited the trooper, excitedly. "I'm off, Lowney. Tell the rest when they come, "lis a fair day that bid ye stop me for a sup in this place. 1 will requite ye yet. Give me a Quaker for truth an'good luck. Alloh, lad!" And with a rattle of metal he was out of the door, while in a moment I heard his horse put ting from the yard full tilt. A» I listened to the Quaker's description of the girl, of whose identity I doubted as liltla as diil the trooper, my heart sank with in me. I considered the suffering she had undergone to make necessary her asking food of a stranger on the high road, and was fast getting to the point of leaving my place of concealment, dispatching the man Low ney, stealing his horse, overtaking the troop er, and rescuing the girl myself, and atl without a thought of my own risk, when an accident put an end to this sudden dream of heroism and caused me to face stern facta. 'Twas but natural that I had taken u quick dislike to the Quaker, who had inno centfy been the means of setting a pursuer on the track of the patriotic girl, and 'twas also natural that I wished to see more of him than his legs and tl«e butt of his staff. To the end of satisfying my curiosity, I lift ed my head as before, but was seemingly less cautious with my foot*, for, moving it un thinkingly, I tilted my sword, which mint have but just balanced on the edge of the bench, an.il sent it crashing to the lloor with (to me) a racVet that might have been made by a falling house. Both the Quaker and Lowney gave a start as the sharp sound echoed through the room, the former dropping the spoon he was carrying to his mouth, while the latter sprang to his feet and looked toward the darkened corner in which 1 had been hid ing. The two candles in the large apartment gave but scant light, but, scant as it was, it proved enough for the sharp eyes of the gambler, who evidently caught sight of a face, for with an oath he cried: "What have we here —a drunkard or a deserter?" and ad vanced toward the table. And now it appeared that I would be sud denly forced to do the very thing that but a moment before had been buzzing in my brain as only a dream. Concealment being no lohger possible, I would face matters as they fell out, and trusted to put all into execution before help in the shape of the negro or others without might arrive. Ere Lowney had covered half the space betwixt us, I stooped for my sword, and, jumping to the biMicli and from that to the table, drew the blade. As the advancing man beheld my figure loom suddenly on high, for the beams of the ceiling barely cleared my head, he stopped short and stepped a pace or two backward, drawing his sword the while, then with a voice which might have been heard a fur long, he shouted: "By the great Jehovah! 'tis Donald Thorndyke, or his spook from hell! Are ye run to ground at last? If ye be no ghost, surrender in the name of the king!—Ho, old man! here is the devil himself; get to uiy holsters and fetch the firearms!— Hither, ye black rascal! help me hold him here! Help here, 1 say! Damn the closed door! —Boy! boy! Oh, what a pass is this!" Waiting for no action on the part of the old Quaker, and hoping to forestall the ne gro, I leaped to the lloor, and in an instant the swords of Lowney and myself were crossed in combat. The onset was so sudden that it drove the man backward against his table, which, with the candle and earthenware, was upset, though the crash did not mar the fellow's guard. Taking advantage of the opening thus made, 1 sprang between him and the door, and then the battle began in grim earn est. The light was far too uncertain to permit my putting into practice my well-worn stroke, and Low-fley was much too wary and too skillful in fencing to allow me to at once come at him by any other method. I was fairly sure of tiring him and in the end beat ing down his guard, but at present I had enough to do in looking for his tricks and avoiding his furious lunges. In the hall light of the room the fire flew bright from the steel in the energy of the parry, and my opponent hurried his fatigue by wasting breath in a constant string of oatli3. [TO BE CONTINUKD.] CORSICA AND THE VENDETTA. Tl»e Old Style llrinaml la Not Mncli In Evidence In Modern Time*. Persons who derive their ideas of Cor sica as it is to-day from Prosper Merl mee's novel "Colomba," w ill be doomed to some disappointment. Manners and customs have changed a great deal in the island since the date, shortly after the battle of Waterloo, when the gal lant British officer and his daughter visited Colomba in Ler ancestral castle at Pietranera. The vendetta, which is the theme of that thrilling story, has greatly diminished. During the car nival we fancied that we had come upon a real instance of this picturesque barbarism. One workman killed an other in a cafe, and then, in the ex pressive Corsican phrase, "took to the inaquis," or brushwood, which covers a large portion of the island,and has, from time immemorial, been the refuge of outlaws and bandits. This legend subsisted for some days, and excited a new interest in life in Corsica, and quite a large demand for copies of "Colomba." But a conversation which I had with the juge d'instruetion who had investigated the case proved that it was, after all, as he expressed it. a crime vulgaire, and not, as we had hoped, a crime corse. We afterward had the satisfaction of •seeing the malefactor led in chains be tween two mounted policemen on his way into Ajaccio, whereas the tra ditional bandit would have been fed and supplied with powder and shot by the country people, who would have rath er gone to the stake than betrayed his hiding place to the authorities. Here and there vendetta may still linger in the island, but it has now become a means of attracting the tourist, who is invited to buy bloodthirsty looking knives and daggers, bearing such choice inscriptions as Vendetta Corsa; morte al nemico, ("death to the enemy"); or. even still more gruesime: Va diritto al cuore del neniieo ("Go straight to the heart of the enemy"). These choice weapons form, together with gourds engraved with portraits of Napoleon, or the negro's head, which is the Cor sican crest, the staple industry of Ajaccio.—Westminister Be view. A Siurro** Bqnee»e. A circut paid a flying visit to a small English town not long ago, and the price of admission was sixpence, chil dren under ten years of age half price. It was Edith's tenth birthday, and her brother Tom, aged Hi, took her in the afternoon to see the show. Arrived at tlfe door, he put down ninepence and asked for two front seats. "How old is the little girl?" asked the money taker, doubtfully. "Well." said Master Tom, "this is lier tenth birthday, but slie was not born until rather late in the afternoon." The money taker ac cepted the statement and handed him the tickets. But it was a close shave. — Chicago Times-Herald. Nature Outdone. An amusing instance of the extent to which a realistic avtist may sntisft himself is told in the following story Wilkins was the artist's name and he had painted a number of pictures of deud game which received considerable praise. Among them was a group of dead rabbits. These rabbits a critic commended in Wilkins' hearing as "re markably true to nature." "Nature, sir!" replied the artiat in his most pompous manner; "yes, I flatter my self there is more nature in those rab bits than you usually se«in rabblt»!">~ Golden Days. GUIDED BY INTUITION. VY ohift it Jump* at Conclusion® With out to Logic 11 utl Winn. "I begin to think there is no limit to wom en's intuition. It frequently {.liable* her to read character on sight, but what gets me and strikes me as uncanny is the fact that this same intuition projects her knowledge into the future and makes her about as con versant with things to come as with things past. "Let me illustrate. When the copper mar ket was so active 1 putin hours every day studying quotations, fluctuations, and the outlook. As the result of a conclusion reached by this careful method 1 invested S2OO, made good margins, and was tinally glad to let (jo with a loss considerably larger than my original investment. "During a period ot eontidence and in the enjoyment of prospective riches 1 had told my wife of my investment and of the good things she might expect when the deal was closed. It gave her the speculative fever and she was bound to make a plunge. She doesn't know what the word stocks means. A market report is Greek to her. She couldn't figure on the outlook if she had ail the data and a sla'-e pencil. Yet she came to me with 8100 .--he had saved in old teapots and stockings and told me to buy I'. I). M. shares. I sneeringly told her that they were dead and buried; that she might as well invest in a dry oil well or a sunken sliip. But her mind was made up. I thought the lesson would be a cheap one for her and I obeyed. "Those shares took a sudden jumn to the surprise of everyone and she cleared $2,000. 'Men don't seem to have any business sense," she said, when we compared notes. 'l'. Q. M. stands for pretty quick money, but a stupid man would never see it.' "Heavens!" Then the Detroit broker who had been talking dashed to the lloor a 15- cent cigar he had just lit. —Detroit Tribune. Sorely a Drenm, The rich, talented, handsome straneer prostrates himself at the feet of the beauti ful cashier in the laundry. "He mine!" he implores. "Am 1 dreaming?" the young girl asks her self, anxiously. . She has not long to remain in doubt, l'or she presently spurns the rich, talented, hand some stranger and marries the bow-legged boilermaker to whom she had plighted her troth. . This, of course, makes it a cinch that she is dreaming.—Detroit Journal. Origin of TIIIIIIUHKI ving Day, "We ought to do something to make our selves solid with posterity," remarked one of the Pilgrim Fathers. "That's so," replied his companion. "How \vould it be to inaugurate a national holidav that will be a convenient time for football games?" _ The rest is history.—X. \ . Journal. By the time a man succeeds in reaching the top of the ladder he is too old to enjoy '.he scenery. —Chicago Daily News. A good "agent" is a sort of confidence man; he makes you buy things you did not want. —Atchison Globe. Hiwitt —"There is always room at the top." Jewett —"I suppose so, but some of us never get near enough to the top t" find out." —Town Topics. "Hello, Glubson! I never expected to see you a waiter at a restaurant. What has brought you to this, old fellow?" "Same thing that brings you here to eat, most like ly—poverty."—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Some hats are so loaded with wings, breasts, heads and tails of birds that it seems that a litt;r gravy is all that is necessary to make them appear like a game dinner. — Philadelphia Times. "Jack Nurvy called upon old Moneybags last night and asked him for his daughters hand." "That was brassy of him. What did the old man say?" Said 'l'll com promise with you, young man, and give you my foot.' And he did." —Catholic Standard and Times. "It seems to me," remarked the prospect ive tenant, as he noted four inches of water in the basement, "that this cellar leaks." "Leaks! Not a bit of it," spoke up the hust ling agent. "Why, that water's been there for a month, and not a drop has escaped."— Philadelphia Record. "Don't yon wish you had minded me?" eaiil the stern mother, as she plved the pad dle to her erring son with monotonous fre quency and vigor. "I wish," said Johnny, as he tried to twist around so that the pad dle would strike him slantingly, '"1 wish I wuz a orling."—Ohio State Journal. An Atchison young man is ruining his health and his prospects by remaining up every night until 12 o'clock; he tears that if he does not tramp the streets every night until 12 o'clock something very remarkable will happen and he will miss it. An old rounder, in whom we have confidence, says that he lias been looking for something re markable to happen for a great many yenrs, and been disappointed.—Atchison Globe A SENATOR'S LETTER. Peruna as a Nerve and Catarrh Tonic the Talk of the World. Hon. VV. V. Sullivan. U. S. Senator from Mississippi. Hon. W. V. Sullivan, United States Senator from Mississippi, in a letter recently written to Dr. Hart man frori Oxford, Miss., says the following: "For some time I have been a sufferer fromcatarrh in its most incipient stage, so much so that I became alarmed as to my general health. But. hearing of Pe ru-na as a good remedy, 1 gave it a fair trial and soon began to improve. Its ef fects were distinctly beneficial, remov ing the annoying symptoms, and was particularly good as a tonic. "I take pleasure in recommending your great national catarrh cure. Pe-ru na, as the best I have ever tried." "W. V. Sullivan." Peruna cures catarrh wherever locat ed. Peruna has no substitutes —no ri vals. Insist upon having Peruna. Ad dress The Peruna Medicine Co., Colum bus, 0., for a free book ou catarrh. 5500 Reward The above Reward will be paid for -a-iiiation that will lead to the arrest ud conviction of the party or parties wh« plar*d iron and «iat» on the track of tk« Emporium & Rich VaHey K. R., noai he east line of Franklin Ilotuler'a far*, «e the evening of Nov. 21st, 1891. Hzx&y Accho, 88- tf. I'mrtdrmA. FINE LIQUOR SIORE —ii*— EMPORIUM, PA. ffIHE nndnralgned has opened • ftrs* I ol»M Liquor store, and invites tfca trade of Hotels, Reetanranta, We ah all carry cone bat the beet A i us* loan and Imported WHISKIES, BRANDIES, GINS AND WINES, BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Eta. Choioe Un« of Bottled Goods. F addition to my lar*a lln« of Mqoow I m* ooattnatly la atock a (ViU Una of CIGARS AND TOBACCO. iWPool an! Billiard Boom In aam« bntlil) C»LL A. ND BEB MB A. A. MCDONALD, PSOPBIKTOK, EMPORIUM, VA. E F. X. BLUMLE^ << EMPORIUM, l*i. $$ >j Bottler aland Daalar to 4 WINES, * iS WHISKIES, a; ■Q And Liquors of All Kind*. a | The beet of goods always JJ w carried In stook and every- W thing warranted as represent- Xj j#( Especial Attention Pm|d ®* ji ■<V, nail Orders. £| | PA. I GO TO i > J. /L siDsler's, \ 1 Bread Street, Emporium. Pa., I J Wbtrt yon can get anything yon want ia C \ the line off \ Groceries, / \ Provisions, ? ? FLOUR, SAI.T MEATS, £ 112 SMOKED MEATS, \ ) CANNED GOODS, ETC., ) ) Ten, Coffees, Froiti. Conftttlosfry, ) S tokaew and Cigars. C \ Good * Dellycred Free any / / /"lace In 'l own. J 1 MIL UB SEE BE AID GET PRICES.) ? SEAR P. & K. BLPO? \ EJIPOBHM Bottling forks, IOHN McDONALD, Proprietor. fcaar P. U K. Depot, Emporium, Pa. Bottler and Hhtpper of Rochester Lager Beer, BEST BUMS OF EYPORT. The Manufacturer of Soft Drinks and Dealer In Choice Wineaand Pure Liqnora. «->igW We keep none hnt the very beat Beer and ar© prepared to fill Orders on ihort notice. Private families served Rally 1/ desired. JOHN McDONALD. J Carats, •« Fu * iefitbu»iac*» conducted for moderate Fce%. aW* photo., with deecrip- ; it 100. Vk'o advise, if patentable or not, free of <charre. Our fee not due till patent Is secured. < < . " How to Obtain Patents, with Jooft w aamc in - the U. S. and foroisa tountnea J aent free. i !c.A.SMOW&CO. : J Cl». r*TtNT Orrtc*. WAaHlfOTON^D^e^ W ON n:r,N CHICAGO MEW YORKn^c?. . A. N. KELLCQQ NEWIP* P EB CO.
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