6 iN CHURCH. I nmarls the pastor's pose, fits ministerial air; I nev(r even note the clothe* The congregation wear; Ifeepeat the text I could not do, I'm deaf to every plea, When Prudence occupies the pew Across the aisle from me. She sits a sweet divinity Of goodness and 1 of grace: Then, is it strange naught else I sea Of hope save in her face? A hope earth earthy 'tis, 'tis true, Yet saving grace I see When Prudence occupies the pew Across the aisle from me. J*erhaps the pastor's fervent speech To his flock glveth food, The theme seems quite beyond my reach. Though well with love imbued. That part I grasp, and take as true. For mine's the mood, you see, Wh en Prudence occupies the pew Across the aisle from me. —Hoy Farrell Greene, in Munsey's Mag- Mine. ■UVn- iai . FQEE-lancf. By CHAUNCY C. MOTCHKISS [Copyright, 1897, by D. Appleton & Co. All rights reserved] CHAPTER XV. THE FOG. The moon was up, and it cast a lusty light •ver the lowlands and the river, though its setting would not be late. It was a lovely sight; in faith, all nature was possessed of a beauty which made the thought of yield ing up of life bitter enough. Everything suggested' freedom, from the rolling of the distant woodland on Long Island to the sparkle and dance of the water which lay between it and me, barring me from liberty and my inborn right to breathe the free air. The speck that shot across the brilliant moon path I knew to be a patrol boat, and a sudden hatred of the bonds that compassed me, as exampled in that small floating thing, brought my muscles into iron bands, and 1 clutched the sill with my fingers until the casing cracked. I turned back to the others, and we ate the balance of our meal in silence, even the girl feeling the growing nearness of the end and glancing furtively at each man's face in turn. I think we sat in this state of depression for much more than an hour, or long after we had finished eating, and each face was well-nigh lost in tfce darkness. The window being open, no light was made, and, as there wai not a breath of wind, the stillness was only broken by the sounds of night life with out. There was a faint shimmer of moon light on the floor which barely gave form to those at the table, but the only sign of ani mation existing within doors was the glow ing of our three pipes as we men sat und sucked away, each respecting the thoughts of the others. At length Burt spoke. "I am bound to confess that darkness looms ahead," he be gan, "and if I make a suggestion, it is not to hint that you should take a hopeless chance in order that I may be rid of you. Could you do aught with a boat? I have one concealed that might ba made ready in an fcour." The spell of silence and inactivity was broken, for the girl left her chair and Stepped softly to the window as I replied: "I have thought of boats, but only for the Hudson side. Could we go far and not be picked up by another such sneaking devil of a patrol as 1 saw yonder? Whither shall we go? I say we, for we it must be. I have cast my lot with the others." He made no answer, and I rose and joined the girl (whom I coulM hardly yet think of as a girl) at the window. But now the as pect of nature had changed, and the fair picture I had seen below but a short time before was blurred as a breath blurs a cold pane. With the quick alteration possible in this region and at this season, within the hour the night had grown damp, and a light, low fog hung over th% river and its banks, so shallow, so still, and so silvery in the clear moonlight that it was as though a quiet inundation had engulicd the land and turned the world into a lake. At the eleva tion from which I viewed it, I looked down upon it as one looks down upon the sea from a low headland. A billowy fullness lifted here and there, slow moving and majestic, but over its vast extent the line betwixt fog. and clear air was sharply drawn. No moon track cut across this fleecy ocean, no sharp rpple broke its surface, and a breeze would have wrecked its strange beauty in a second. The trees rose through the vapor, clear at their tops but invisible at their bases, and one dead sycamore stood strongly out against the light like the masts and rigging of a sunken ship. Its similarity struck me. As my eye caught it, like a flash of light ning an idea shot into my brain and my pipe snapped oil at my teeth as I bit through the stem in the intensity of my feeling. With a cry I sprang for AuWs, and gripping him by the shoulders with a force that made him cry out, I said, or rather shouted: "I have it! I have it! Now is the time! Will you follow me anil take a monstrous chance? Look, man! Mark the fog! We will to the boat —drift for the Phantom — cut her cable and trust to the ebb and God above to carry us past the fleet." "The phantom! For the love of God, what phantom? Are you suddenly daft, Thorndyke, that you see ghosts?" was the rehmfint return of the youth, as with a ▼ioleot twist he tried to free himself from my grasp. "Nay, man, no ghost!" I cried, betwixt a laugh and a sob, so high was my nervous ex citement. "My ship—the schooner Phan tom! Have I not told you? She lies but a mile below on a straight drift. See, man, see!" said I, hurrying him to the window. "The fog will be our guard! Once away, w« are safe! 'Tis death to bide here when such a mask standsreadyforouru.se! We ars yet alive! We »re nflt spent! Will you ritk the outcome? Let us not stand here aftd see those scarlet devils hem us in like a rung of fire! Better strangle in the sweet brine beneath the voesel's keel than be d into the next world by means of a rope! Never slyjll they dance me! How bow? IS hail we sink or swim together in the venture ?" w.»& beside myself with excitement. As tif BjearvVg of my words, whioh had been poured out in disjointed sentences, caught the youth, he instantly took lire. We were bow all standing, und I had released him from my livid. With a bound he gained the side of hi* sister, \\%o had stood like a statue as ray plan was unfolding, and taking her hand, he said: "Gertrude! Gertrude! do you follow kim? 'Tis t>. grand openiag; 'tis like a call to life! lam for it! We have no home, and can lose no more than is already lost it we remain here. Will you cant your lot with him —with us —and risk the dunger which can be no greater beyond than in this place? Come, Thorudyke, make it clear; show her 'tis the last resort, desperate though it be." There was no need of argument, however, for with one hand in that of her brother and the other stretched toward me, she sim ply answered: "I dare all you dare! Have 1 yet failed?" and stood with lifted head and untrembling form as she spoke the words. Out of sheer respect and admiration for the heroism of this girl, I felt like bending my knee even as a knight bends before his sovereign, but the practical mind of Hurt put a period to any possibility of mock heroics, for that individual asked in the calmest of tones: "Is your ship still where she has been? Is Bhe deserted, or, at least, is she not guarded?" _ "Three days ago not a gasket had been touched since the broad arrow was painted on her bow," I answered. "By night she is guarded by a single man, but that troubles me less than would a fly on a hot day. He has seen his last sun if he thwarts me. I care not for one man nor three if I can but guide my approach. From aught I have seen — and I have watched her well—nothing has been done to her, naught carried away. She was thought fit togo on an errand to I'igot, only wanting in men, arms, and provisions; even the fresh water stowed forward may be good!" "Anns and provisions you can have. They are even now in the barn room," he an swered slowly and in strong contrast to my excited speech. "Hut," he continued, as he closed the shutters, blocked the windows, and lighted the candle, "might you cot overshoot your vessel in the fog, or run into some of the anchored fleet when once adrift?" "Ay, all is chance!" broke in Ames; "and 'twere better to take the chance than to be run to earth like a tired fox, as is like to happen in biding here. What, then, would come to you, Peter? Like enough you would help weight a third string, and we all hang together!" "When does the tide ebb to-night?" I asked. "Near eleven, or at about the setting of the moon," Burt answered. Then after a moment he continued: "Well, God be with you, gentlemen! I will do my part. Like the refuge in the barn, I made the boat and hid it while yet Washington held the city. I clearly foresaw the outcome of his col lision with Clinton, and little doubted the ultimate use of both barn and boat. Either is at your service." With the opening of possible escape before me, and one demanding immediate action, my spirits went aloft in the measure of their former depression. Nor did I fear their reaction, as enough uncertainty lay before to keep a man's eyes and wits awake, and that, too, without the aid of liquor. Even after the decision to trust to the boat was made, my mind misgave me. Was it better to drag this girl into the danger of an attempt to fly through a plan which might be nipped in the bud and end by our run ning at once into the hands of the enemy, or lie in a suffocating box with the doubtful chance of being overlooked? Even if safer, the latter would become more than awkward if necessity demanded protracted conceal ment, and if discovery ensued it would but serve to damn our generous benefactor. Be sides, to tell the truth,l had no wish to be found like a scared rabbit in a hole. A man's pride hangs on nigh as long as his breath, if he be properly balanced, and I had made a reputation of which, to say the least, 1 was not ashamed. Nay, I would nrvike a bold and novel move, and, if it must so come, end my life like a man with his liver of the proper color. This much settled, and in less time than it has taken to write it,l thought and spoke no more of the barn room, but turned witjh the rest to making ready. Beyond the boat, the bundle of provisions, an extra brace of pistols, and a rapier, we mulcted our host of nothing. In an hour the boat, which was no more than a llat-bottomed scow squared at the ends, was brought from its hiding place. It was fitted with the roughest of oars and but one thwart, and was a damp affair altogether, its concealment having been made through covering it with boards on which had been piled a mass of wet salt weed. It proved tight, though terribly heavy, but as I worked I completed the de tails of the start, and had determined that the use of oars would but menace our safe ' ty, so that speed, or lack of it, would be a quality cutting no figure. We would but drift and steer. After cleaning it, there was little else to do but load the boat, getting the arms snug ly bestowed, and then wait for the slacking of the flood tide. It was tedious and impa tient waiting, for I feared me that the wind might rise and wreck the fog. If this should happen before dawn our prospects would be wrecked with it, and then —and then— But I am not prone to borrow trouble, though it was with half relief and half re gret that toward midnight I finally heard the swashing of the ebb as it eddied along the rocks, and knew the time to start had come. The full realization of the risk came upon me as I stood with painter in hand giv ing my last farewell to Burt. "God keep you safe!" he said. "If I find the schooner gone to-morrow, and hear not of your cap ture by Thursday, I will thank Ilim as never before." The next minute the three of us were out on the Sound river, and the black land was hidden by the fog that closed around us. 1 at once sculled out into the stream until 1 struck the free current, and then sat my self on the boat's bottom, using an oar as a rudder to keep the scow's head down the river, letting her drift with the tide which was here running at a great rate. All night sounds from the land were lost in the thick cloud, and an almost dead silence ensued as we whirled southward, the only break be ing an occasional sucking noise in the water, due to the hurrying whirlpools. It was nervous work. Ames was forward as a lookout, his ligure even at that short distance being almost lost in the combined darkness and blur. The girl, seated upon the center thwart, held herself as straight as an arrow, though her head was slightly bent as in intense listening. Fears of her be coming an incubus had long since vanished, and it her heart beat thickly at our dubious adventure, it did not show in the quiet and confident smile with which she had adopted every suggestion and obeyed every order with as little hesitation as though she had been a disciplined soldier. In her hand she held a pistol which was huddled closely her cloak to keep the damp from its priming, and in an emergency 1 fully believed she would use it without a qualm. 1 had given orders that no shot should be fired save in extremity, determining that in terference should be met by cold steel only. At the onset I feared nothing beyond blun dering into a patrol, and in that case the use of firearms might alarm the enemy ashore. In the above fashion, then, we drifted along for perhaps 20 minutes, the wet drip- I ing from my brows and lashes like tears. I had no means of getting at our definite whereabouts save by guessing by our speed, that making me think we should be abreast of the highlands below Turtle bay. Turning CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 4, x 9 oo the beat's head inshore, Iran close to the rocks, and then slid along (more slowly for being hard by the bank) just beyond what I thought to be the loom of the land, lly this 1 had gotten into the swing of the situ ation and had less fear of interruption than of missing the Phantom. 'Twould be an easy matter to slip by her, and even could I once mark the height of Corlears Hook, with its alarm beacon always ready for the touch of a torch, I would then be an un usual sailor if 1 could make a straight course for the schooner, though she still lay at her old anchorage. In the darkness both beacon and heights would be beyond vision, and I was approaching what was very like real worry when my fears were re lieved and our present situation indicated by the sound of eight bells struck in true man-o'-wars-man's style that came floating over the river about off our larboard beam. I gave a fair guess that the measured beat* came from the Bellerophon striking the iicur of midnight, that ship being the only vessel of size which had been anchored above the Jersey prison hulk to dispute a possible passage of the Sound river from above. 1 was sure of this when, after in tently listening, I heard no other striking, for had the fleet been near there would have been a harmony of bells in quick suc cession. My mind being thus relieved, I turned the tub's head into the stream again, and for awhile we floated rapidly and silently along, a boat with three figures that might have been carved from stone, so rigid were our at titudes of watchfulness and expectancy. I fear I am none too strong a believer in the doctrine of special providences, though I have seemed to see its workings in my own behalf, as instanced in the breeze that saved me from the knife of the negro; but if ever the Almighty carried three human beings in the hollow of His hand, and point ed out the way of deliverance from press ing danger. He did it this night, and that without the working of a miracle. Sud denly, and without the intervention of a breeze, we were floating in clear water. Be fore us rose a white, impenetrable cloud of a dull luminosity, while behind us lay the moist veil from which we had just drifted. Its height was clearly marked, and showed' the mist extended not more than 20 feet above the river's surface. We had ttruck a cha®m in the fog, and once when on the high seas 1 had marked the like, then, as now, there being no wind to mix or drive the vapor. The rift was but a few hundred feet across, though it apparently extended from shore to shore, like the waters rolled back for the passage of the children of Israel. Not a boat was in sight. On either hand the water lay black and flat, only shim mered here and there by the light of the stars that shone clearly overhead. [This incident must not be considered forced. The writer saw these exact conditions while on a ferry boat from New York to Brook lyn during a foggy night in the summer of 1595. The phenomenon is probably due to a warm and comparatively dry streak of slow ly moving air, and lasts but a few moments.] It was a wonderful, an awe-inspiring sight, but the quick exclamation I involun tarily made —the first sound from the boat since it left Turtle bay—was followed by almost a shout as I marked a height of head, land from the top of which, faintly outlined against the pale sky, stood up the beacon. It was Corlears Hook past doubt, known not alone by its rounded outline, but by the unused alarm signal which Clinton had caused to be placed there to warn the fleet in case of a sudden attack by the Ameri cans. A watch was always kept from this Fog. point, but I doubt that the eye of an eagle could have caught the tiny speck of our boat with its load of three as it floated over the space of open water. In less than five minutes we were plunged into Hie opposite bank of fog, and then 1 passed the girl to my place in the stern, quietly shipped the oars in the mufiled tholes, seated myself on the thwart, and held me ready to alter our course and feel for the schooner as soon as we had gained a trifle more way down the river. CHAPTER XVI. THE CABIN OF THE PHANTOM. With my mind lost to all else save the calculation of the speed and distance we were making, and my body braced forward awaiting the proper moment to swerve the boat's course, 1 was suddenly startled by a quick exclamation from Ames, which was at once followed by a rasping bump and the heeling of the scow until the water poured in over the gunwale. At the same moment the starboard oar received a blow that almost tore it from my hand, and what seemed a huge black object arose along side and quickly vanished in the mist and darkness astern. The suddenness and smartness of the shock were startling; but, quick as were the appearance and disap pearance of the obstruction we had fouled, 1 recognized it to be the spar buoy which marked the outer edge of the reef extend ing from the Hook into the river. One might have cruised a week under the conditions besetting us and failed to have picked it up. It was like groping through the proverbial haystack and finding the proverbial needle without having looked for it, and, though its greeting had well-nigh been disastrous, it gave me the one point I wished with absolute accuracy. I no# knew that we were nearly dead on th» I'hantom, and not two cable lengths away; indeed, had we missed the rude warning of the spar, it was but fair to reckon we would have fouled the schooner herself unless in my miscalculations 1 had altered our course, in which case we would have missed her al together. Quickly turning the boat's head about, I let it drift stern first, and even before I ex pected, heard the rush of the tide against a vessel's stem, while almost instantly, mag- nified through the fog, kiomcd up lika a blank wall the bow of the schooner. So suddenly were we upon it that the jib boom was well over us before I sighted the black hull, and with all my might I checked the boat's way, grasping the bobstay in time to save the taut cable, and we came to a rest. The suck of the rushing waters against the broad, flat end of the scow made me fearful that the noise would call the guard's attention forward, ami, whis pering into the ear of Ames to hold all fast until I returned, I gently rid me of my boots, took my sword betwixt my teeth, swarmed up the stay to the bowsprit, and stood again on the deck of my own schooner. At last 'twas done. The exultation I felt would be but natural to any man who sees the successful ending of a difficult under taking. Fog and darkness were as nothing ♦ 0 me here; my way aft would have been clear had I been blind, but hardly had I gotten abreast the foremast when I heard the burly tones of one man addressing an other, and the noise of oars as they fell into rowlocks came plainly to my strained ear. Stepping softly over the bulwark, I lowered myself to the channel and listened. "An' yet get astray in the fog an' come not back by dawn, I'll have ye in the guard house for bein' olf post," said the voice from the deck. "Nay," came the answer from a boat; "ye do me a good turn by giving me this leave; fear me not. I'll ne'er betray you or fail to be back in time for you to get ashore. 'Tis a summer's fog, an' will melt by sun rise! Tell him I will fetch the rum." "Fetch it, then, but not in yer skin," was the return. "If they speak o' me, say ye heard I was going on a quest to Kingsbridge, to be back on the morrow. Ye had better belay yer lip, for ye are off post, an' I hold ye in my hand." "Ay, ay! Never fear! Good night!" was the answer, and the boat moved olf with steady strokes of the oar, while the first speaker evidently entered the cabin, as I heard the companion door open and close. Then all was again silent. Here was an unexpected situation made more mysterious from the fact that there was something familiar in the voice of the mn.n who had just gone below. I could not place it, only noticing that both men spoke with the savor of sea brine in their words, and though one was totally strange to me, the voice of the other hung in my ear as a misty dream hangs in the nind after wak ing, naught but its effect remaining. Getting to the deck again, I moved slow ly aft, stopping as I noticed a slight luminos ity at the side of the cabin, but on further cautious approach found the cause. The cabin was lighted. To prevent the light from going beyond the vessel a tarpaulin had been stretched over the cabin house from rail to rail, thus leaving an open space betwixt the rails and the deadlights, where by was served the double end' of obtaining air and guarding the outward show of light. Here was deviltry for sure. Dropping on to my stomach, I snaked myself beneath the tarpaulin, brought my eye to the swung back port, and nearly betrayed myself by the start I mailt* [TO JIB CONTINUED ] A READER OF CHARACTER. Stuart, the American Painter, Was u lioud Juritfe u( Human Nature. "I don't want people to look at my pictures and say how beautiful the drapery is; the face is what I care about," said Stuart, the great American painter. He was once asked what he considered the most characteristic fea ture of the face; ho replied by pressing' the end of bis pencil against the tip of his nose, distorting it oddly. His faculty at reading physiognomy uometimes made eurieus hits. There was a person in Newport, 11. 1., cele brated for his powers of calculation, out in other respects almost an idiot. ► One day Stuart, being in the British museum, came upon a bust whose like ness was apparently unmistakable. Calling the curator, he said: "I see you have a head of 'Calculating Jem my.' " " 'Calculating Jemmy!'" repeated the curator, in amazement. "That is the head of Sir Isaac Newton." On another occasion, while dining with the duke of Northumberland, his host privily called his attention to a gentleman, and asked the painter if lie knew him. Stuart had never seen him before. "Tell me what sort of a man he is." "I may speak frankly?" "By all means." "Well, if the Almighty ever wrote a legible hand, he is the greatest ras<»ai that ever disgraced society." It appeared that the man was an at torney who had been detected in sun dry dishonorable acts. Stuart's daughter tells n pretty story of her father's garret, where many of bis unfinished pictures were stored: "The garret was my playground, and 1 beautiful sketch of Mine. Bonaparte was the idol that I worshiped. At last I got possession of colors and an old panel, and fell to work copying the picture. Suddenly 1 heard a frightful roaring sound; the kitchen chimney was on fire. Presently my father ap peared, to see if the fire was likely to do any damage. He saw that 1 looked very foolish at being caught at such presumptuous employment, aid pre tended not to see me. But presently he could not resist looking over my shoulder. " 'Why, boy,' said he—so he used to address me —'you must not mix your colors with turpentine; you must have some oil!' " It is pleasant to add that the little girl who thus found her inspiration eventually became a portrait-painter of merit. —Youth's Companion. Only Fancy. Husband (on his return from busi ness) —Why, my dear, what is the mat ter? You look ill. Wife (faintly) —Oh! Jim, I've just been reading some patent medicine ad vertisement, and I find I have 10 dis uses, any one of which may prove fatal. —Ally Sloper. Liberty'* I.lmitations. Immigrant—At last I am in free America. A ma.n can do pretty much as he pleases in this country, can't he? Native—Y-e-s, unless he's married.— N. Y. Weekly. Blink —Is there anything worse than to have a guest you can't amuse? Wink—Yes; to be the guest of a mix that can't amuse you. --M. Y- World. HER ASPIRATIONS. ▲ Krniai Girl Who Tunk a Practical View of Kducatloual Advantage!,. There wa* little of the idealistic about th« essay of a Kansas girl at her recent gradua tion. Her teacher had given her for a theme the phrase: "Beyond, the Alps Lies Italy." She astonished her preceptress and school mates l>y these emphatic words: "I do not care a cent whether Italy lies beyond the Alps or even in Missouri. I do not expect to set the river on lire with rny future career. lam g*lad I have a good, very good education, but I am not going to mis use it by writing poetry or essays about the future woman. It will enable me to correct the grammar of any lover 1 may have, should he speak of 'dorgs' in my presence, or say he went somewhere. It will also come bandy when I want to figure out how many pounds of ..oap a woman can get for three dozen eggs at the grocery. So Ido not be grudge the time I have spent in acquiring it. But ifiy ambitions do not fly so liigh. I just want to marry a man who can lick any body of his weight in the township, whocan run an 80 acre farm and who has no fe male relatives to come around and try to boss the ranch. And I will agree to cook good dinners for him that won't send him to an early grave and lavish upon him a whole lot of wholesome affection and see that his razor hasn't been used to cut broom wire when he wants to shave. In view of all this I don't care if I do get a little rusty on the rule of throe and kindred things as the years go by."—Chicago Chronicle. The Finest Itouri. "I suppose," he began, as he entered a railroad ticket office —"I suppose you sell tickets to New York?" "Certainly, sir," was the reply. "You have a direct line?" "It is down on the map as the only direct line?" "As you see, sir," replied the agent, as he opened a folder. " Y-e-s, 1 see. You land passengers in New York ahead of competing lines, of course?" "Of course." "Luxurious coaches—no dust —finest din ing cars—scenery unexcelled?" "Yes, sir." "By taking your line I avoid delays and re duce the chances of accident to a mini mum?" r "Yes, sir, you do. Have a ticket to New York over our line, sir?" "Can't say yet. I'm going to see five other agents, each with the shortest and most di rect line, and if I find a liar among the six I'll ticket over his road!"— Ohio State Jour nal. Woman In Finance. A Detroit man, whose wife was coming to San Francisco on a visit, accompanied her as far as Chicago and put her on the overland train. Before leaving her he gave the porter half of a five dollar oill that ne had torn in two, telling the man that his wife had the other half and would give it to him at the end of the journey if she were pnyierly looked after. When he got home he found he had neglected to give his wife the other half of the torn bill, and a few days later he received a letter from his wife reminding him of the fact, and saying she had torn a dollar bill in two and given half of it to tha porter. Somewhere along the line there must be a wild-eyed darkv with the halves of two worthless bills in nis possession and a firm conviction that he has been worked by some sort of a new flimflam game. Mean while, the Detroit man is anxious to find out what sort of reasoning his wife used when she gave that porter a half instead of th« whole of that one dollar bill. —San Francisco Argonaut. An ExttnirnlKber. Thump, thump! Rattle, rattle, crash! Young Percy Stonebroke rolled down the steps of the palatial residence of Mr. Gold bands. Mr. Goldbonds returned to the house, roll ing down his sleeves. 'Papa, O, papa, what have you been do ing?" l'his question came in anguished tones from the ruby lips of Arabella Goldbonds. "Putting out the light of your life," an swered papa, who had done a little eaves dropping in the hall the night before. —Bal- timore American. The Farmer Scored. A farmer drifted into a hardware store at Mulhali and was asked by the manager: "Don't you want to buv a bicycle to ride around your farm on? They're cheap now. Cangive you one for $35." "I'd sooner put the $35 into a cow," said the farmer. "But think," said the manager, "how fool ish you would look riding around town on a cow." "Oh, I don't know," said the farmer; "no more foolish, perhaps, than I would milking a bicycle."—Kansas City Journal. Childhood may do without a grand pur pose, but manhood cannot.—Holland. « ¥ Reversible fjO LiNENE" Collars & Cuffs J. 1) Stylish, convenient, economical; made of fiue cloth, and finished \ in pure starch on j la " / rever I ' l \ E ive double RtomiMMMii 1 service. Mo Laundry Work# When soiled discard. Ten collars or five pairs of cuffs, 25c. By mail , 30c. Send 6c. in stamps for sample collar or pair of cuffs. Name size and style. It Cure® Golds, Coughs, Sore Throat, Croup, Influ enza, Whooping Cough, Bronchitis and Asthma. A certain euro for Consumption in first stages, and a sure relief in advanced stages. Use at once. You will see the excellent effect after takintf ths first dose. Sold by dealers everywhere. Price, 25 and 50 cents per bottle. M Is the best for Bronchitis, Grippe, „ Hoarseness, Whoopinp-Cough. and **■ 4 for the cure of Consumption. ry?| Mothers praise it. Doctors prescribe it. UU Sftiall doses; quick, sure results. J ■ SSOO Reward The above Reward will be paid for £»^ 'vmation that will lead to tke arreat aW eonrietion of the party or parties whe placed iron and aUba on the track of tk« ( Emporium & Rich Vailey R. R., neat , he east line of Franklin if coaler'* far**, «b the evening of Nov. 21at, 1891. LIfiNKT Accitd, 88-tf. I'r'txdeml. FINE LIQUOR SIORE IW EMPORIUM, PA. THE undersigned baa opened a irat oloes Liquor store, and invites tit* trade or Hotels, Restaurants, We shall carry none bat the beat * raw loan and Imported WHISKIES, BRANDIES ; GINS AND WINES, BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Eta i Choice Una of Bottled Goods. F addition to my large Una of Itqaon I eaMf ooßstaßtly la stock a fall line of CIGARS AND TORACCO. WPool and Billiard Boon to km build' C*LL AND SEE MB. A. A. MCDONALD, PROPRIETOR, KMPORIUM, PA & F. X. BLUMLE, | ! <*. EMPORIUM, VA. £| | Bottler ef end Dealer to jP £ WINES, ? & WHISKIES, ft; •Or And Liquors of All Kinds. J* I q The beat of goods always jj HK carried in stook and every- ft j rf thing warranted as represent- T ft, Especial Attention Pal* l *• j? nail Orders. qL $ EMPORIUM, PA. § 112 GO TO i I IA. ftinsler'U J Broad Stmt, Emporium, Pa., 1 J Where yea oan get id jthing yea want la C C the Use of / s Groceries, ✓ ) Provisions, j ? FLOUR, SAI.T MEATS, £ C SMOKED MEATS, \ J (MNNED ei)ODB, ETC., ) i teu, Coffees, Frnlti, Confectionery, ) S 'l'skauo tod Cigars. C V Ooodf Dellyercd Free any / / flace In Town. \ £ CILL 111 SEB BE AID GET PRICES. \ C IEM P. * R. DEPOT V BHPORIUin Bottling V/orks, IOHN McDONALD, Proprietor. Ktttr P . it E. Depot, Emporium, Pa. Bottler and Shipper of Rochester Lager Beer, BEST CUIJDS OF ETPORT. The Manufacturer of Soft Drinks and Dealer In Choice Wines and Pure Liquor*. — We keep none bnt the very best Beer and are proppred to fill Orders on ihorl notice. Private families servad (t&llj If desired. John Mcdonald. I CaiaaU, tad Trade-Marici obtained and *3l Prt* i < erit bu.iaus conducted (or MODERATE FEE*. < !>Oim Orrici IB OPPOSITI; U, A PATENT Orrtc*' i and vecaniecure paicntm leas URia than tAoae ( 1 1remote from Washington. <j ]» Send model, drawing or photo., with descrlo-< I'tion. Vn arlviie. if patentable or not, free ol\ ' charge. Our fee not due till patent la accused. ( j !i A I'AM phLET 44 Hmt to Obtain Patents," vrlffr | I'oont or s>aicc in the U» S. and couniriee ' sent free. Address, jO.A.SWOW&CO.i L >¥"■ r * TINT °"ww; iFsS ;"«"!« CWGACO tag HEW YOSK il . At K. KELICOQ «W£M''£S Oft.
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