6 THE CAMEi. COMPLAINS. t am a camel, a long suffering camel, who patiently labors from night until morn. Who brouses on briars as did his granU slres, and often In sorrow regrets he was born; t"»n strangely constructed, Inside tnany ducted to carry an ample wet water supply. Then thanks to my thinker I can be a drinker far off In the desert when oth ers are dry. For flexible poses, stop-valvefl In our noses, for sharpness of sight and of sense we are great, And though we don't shout It, and men oft en doubt It, the camel has plenty of brains In his pate. We patiently labor for stranger or neigh bor, though sometimes protesting In dolefullest dumps, And our Gothic arches sustain us In marches, the fine architecture you people call "humps." We've musical voices, and this fact re joices the lovers of harmony all the world through, Ail army bands drumming "The Camels are Coming," an old song so fine as to seem always new. Though prim and prodigious, we're also re ligious, for camels spend much of the time on their knees; And though men belie us, sneer at and de cry us, no true pious soul would at such habits sneeze. In nearly all nations they put us on ra tions too small to be thankful for, crumbs by the way; "Hear this with misgiving?" Well, Just you try living on one little cactus or noth ing per day. ret we must keep tolling, with proud man despoiling us even of milk and our scant stock of hair. The latter transmuted that he may be suited with garments and luxuries women can wear. Bo we must keep going despite the poor showing of earthly reward for our strife and our pains, In hot worlds hereafter ours may be the laughter, we having the water while man has the pains. I. EDGAR JONES. FREE-LANCEI By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS (Copyright, 1897, by D. Appleton & Co. All rights reserved.] CHAPTER XVI.—CONTINUED. A lighted lantern hung from a carline, the remains of a meal were spread on the table, and there, half reclining in a bunk and witji his head in a bandage, was Capt. Scammell, haggard from fe%er and somewhat the worse from liquor, while on the transom end by his side sat my whilom mate, John Lounsbury, of Rye, late risen from the dead. Here, then, were my two arch-enemies; probably the only living souls whose animos ity tfcward me was both of a personal and political nature, saving perhaps that a! Clinton himself. Possibly my gorge would have r;»*i sooner against Scammell than at the man by his side, though the latter was none the less a villain, and it seemed as though fate, having given me friends when In need, h«d guided me thither to test my mettle to extremity. Giving no thoughts to those in the boat, I settled myself to hear the opening dialogue of the two, for it immediately transpired that Lounsbury had but just arrived. "My God! 1 thought you would never come!" were the first words by Scammell. "What news do you bring?" "None to warrant a grin," was the an swer. "I can give ye no end o' advice, though, an' 'tis to get from this an' have it out wi' Clinton while there's yet a chance." "Damn your advice! What's your news?" "Well, Belden goes scot free, an' is back in favor an' on the Sprite. He lays the fault o' palming off that devil Thorndyketo ye. He says ye called Thorndyke by my name in the tavern yard, and that he is in nocent of all fraud." "(,'urse the stunted coward! And is not Thorndyke caught? or—or —the girl or her brother?" "Nay, but a peg worse. Thorndyke has brained Lowney, whom ye must know, and then escaped, God knows how, being mixed up with a Quaker at Stryker's tavern on the road. Stryker was arrested, but afterward let go, for he was not to have had a finger in the pie. As for the boy an' girl, naught has been seen o' them—not a smell —and there ye have all I know. They say the girl is in the woods to the north, but she may ha' gone to Heaven by this!" "What? what?" said Scammell, starting up, but sinking back with a curse as he placed his hand on his bandaged head. "In the woods! Known to be there and not taken! Are ye all cursed babies on the trail? 'Fore God, you are right! I was a fool to fly at a shadow! I'll back to Clin ton and plead fever explain my absence. I'll back with you this night. The first tale told is thfe best! Is it not known whose name she mentioned to Clinton?" "Nay, man, she gave no name that I can find. Clinton but suspicioned ye. Goto him, an' yer r.ot a fool, while I bide Ijere the while. What made ye pick this xpot to hide in?" he continued, carelessly passing his hand over the smooth woodwork of the bulkhead. "Because 'twas right beneath their noses, and the guard was in my pay. In faith, Lounsbury," he went on, with something like relief in the easing away of his body and the long breath he took while he laid his hand on the brace of pistols sticking in his belt, "there was another reason, one with money—" "Ah! what?" interrupted the other, sud denly withdrawing his wandering hand and bending eagerly forward. "Ay, the reward, you know; I'm nigh done up for cash. That and revenge, for, mind you, I thought that Thorndyke might take it into his lead to come aboard his own ship, thinking, like me, it was the least likely place to be searched. His paper gave me the idea. I hoped to lie by here until the trouble blew over, or roll in the glory of taking the hound if he came. He is equal to attempting a surprise, but I was ready for him. The guard is none too bright; had you not better step up and take a look about?" And with this he patted the gleaming pistol stocks and looked toward the companion way. "There will be no g. dto meet him this night," answered Lout. ry with a laugh which also betokened re. . "I let him go till sunrise, and his musket lies fog-soaked on the deck, the ass! Ye hive the vapors. We be safe enough. The fog lies like a fleece, but—but—" "But what, you fool?" was the irritable rejoinder. "I meant 'twas a new thought, that o' the chance o' his coming. Ne'er mipd. Go ye ashore with the guard when tie gets back, and I'll bide here against Thorndj-ke's boarding the schooner." l''«.r a moment or two there was silence, and during it I fancied I could trace the working of the minds of both; ScammeU's bent on the probable result of delivering himself to Clinton, and Lounsbury's on the dawning chance to get his finger on my gold still sale in the bulkhead. Presently the cavalryman smote his knee with his fist and broke out: "My God! why—why did I not spit the fellow while I had the chance two days since, or shoot him? Why did I not know him for a spy? ' I'would have saved all this! Is there no trace of him?" "None since he passed the lines an' put Lowney to sleep. They tell me he killed the green sentinel with his fist. Faith, my head aches at the thought o' him, an' ye may thank God the ewer was cracked, else 'twas your skull that broke an' not the pitcher. By the powers above, I begin to fear him, an' ye—" "Shut up!" was the ungracious answer. "Hand out the bottle and help me get on deck for air. I hate this hole! I have been buried three days!" And with this Scam mell struggled into a sitting position, reach ing out his hand for the dram Lounsbury was already pouring. Now that 1 had these two at a saber's length, it went against me to think of their coming on deck and possibly spoiling the plans I had already hatched in their behalf. Slipping from my cover, I crawled over the cabin house and got to the door. There was a lock on it, but the key had long since gone and I had been used to make a shift of fastening the companion by padlock, hasp, and staple. As I felt over it I missed the padlock, though hasp and staple were still intact. While fumbling for my knife to use as a bolt, in the light from the cabin window I caught the glint of a musket ly ing along the deck under the tarpaulin, and, quickly unshipping its bayonet, thrust the steel through the iron loop, and the two be low were prisoners. There was another door in the cabin, but it opened into a small space, or " 'tween decks," and I knew a mass of lead had been piled aft and against it to give the vessel a proper trim, so that mode of egress was blocked. My scheme was simple enough. I would now go the whole pace and take with me a couple of prisoners, and if I failed I would be no worse off than before. In any event there would be a sudden ending to my diffi culties if I was to be taken, and the kidnap ing would not hasten my final swing. Still unshod and silent, I made my way forward, and with some difficulty, owing to the darkness and need of stealth, the scow was emptied of her load, and at last we three stood on the deck. So far all had gone well. My next move was to away the ground tackle, leaving the boat's painter still be layed to the cable. As the last strand part ed and the schooner shot jiwav, leaving the scow still fast, I fancied the astonishment cf the guard on finding the Phantom had dwindled to a rusty, mud-spattered con trivance but a peg removed from a raft. As the schooner gathered force and fled, now broadside to the ebb, I told in whispers what I had found and what done. I was well aware that not many minutes would elapse before those below would discover something out of gear. Between the cov ered dead-lights and the fog they could have no notion that the schooner was free, for the nater was as flat as ice, there being no more apparent motion now than before. Unless we fouled something, they could make no guess at what had happened, but the door would bother them, and in all likelihood they would end in an attempt at breaking it down. To balk this I led the way aft, bidding Ames be spokesman if it came to words, and to act as he saw fit if it came to blows. Placing Mistress Gertrude on the top of the house, and so out of harm's way, Ames and I bent our ears to the door, though I kejit my eye open for what might at any minute confront us from out the depths of the fog. We had not long to wait ere hearing from those within, for soon a hand was placed on the fastening, and the door rattled in the forcible shaking it received. Its failure to open was followed by a round oath, and we plainly heard the voice of Scammell sug gesting that it Vie broken down. After a parley betwixt them as to what was the probable cause of the trouble, another at tempt was made to force the door by shak ing, and then there was worked through the joint of the companion way the blade of a sword. This I could not see, but felt the steel with my hand, and, thinking the situ ation had better lie known at once, I picked , up the musket and with a blow of its stock broke the protruding weapon close to the panel. To the two below this was the first in timation that aught was going wrong, and their consternation must have made a fine BIIOW. Possibly ten seconds elapsed before they recovered from their surprise, and then the voice of Lounsbury demanded: "Who's on the deck?" but on receiving no answer, the panels were assaulted with a force that well-nigh sprung them from their frames. Now I bade Ames speak, and, placing his head conveniently near a dead light, he called out: "Below there, Scammell and Lounsbury, you two be prisoners in the name of the United Colonies, and I demand the surren der of your arms! If yyu force the com panion, it will mean death to both; you are outnumbered." "Who are you?" came from within, this time from Scammell. "Call me the ghost of Donald Thorndyke, if you will, but pass out your arms." At which I laughed outright, despite the situ ation. The laugh must have been heard by them and my locality fairly well marked, for there came a volley of curses, and then through the door two pistol shots in quick succes sion. It was fortunate that I was well at the side of the companion, else the assault would have finished me. It showed the temper of my captives, as well as the necessity for pro tection against another similar attack, for should it come to our getting off and using the sails the helmsman would be in sore danger of being shot as he stood at the wheel. There were no window openings in the cabin fore or aft, and, save the door, no possible weakness in the structure; but this door exactly faced the helm and was in danger of being forced or so riddled with bullets that it would become -*\ outlook for the two royalists who could thus command the wheel and adjacent deck. It would have been an easy matter to shoot either or both of the prisoners and I so put an end to our internal danger, but at I this juncture I did not like the report of firearms, nor had 1 yet arrived at a blood thirsty mood. Moreover, I felt that the bringing into the patriot lines of a brace of live tories would redound more to my credit than a tale of a couple of carcasses, which ryust needs have been thrown over board at once. With this menace from within, and with out a dagger even greater, my nerves were keyed to a pitch that equaled if not ex j ceeded their state at the time Scammell j held me at his pistol's point. At least an j hour of uncontrolled and uninterrupted | drifting must elapse before I might draw a long breath and begin to count on th<» final CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY ir, 1900. mceess of our attempt to escape; and in that hour there was no knowing what the aesperadoes below might not venture upon. At all odds, the door must be secured. There was no time to fumble about for tools, so bidding Ames shoot down both tories should they force the way, 1 went forward, nnd by sheer strength of arms and back lifted the main hatch cover clear from its combings and, carrying the unwieldy mass of timber aft, set it upon edge against the companion. Here, then, was a shield of solid oak which woul,' resist any pistol shot, and I had no further concern as to the danger of being winged from the cabin while steering the vessel, should fortune get us to sea. CHAPTER XVII. TIIE PASSAGE OF THE BAT. Now for some time after this no sound came from within, and I stood by the helm anxiously keeping one eye on the fog and the other on the cabin. As there was now no knowing whether we were drifting by the bow, stern, or broadside, I sent Ames for ward to hold a lookout at that end of the vessel, standing guard on the quarter-deck myself, that I might control any possible outbreak from below. Still on the cabin house sat the young lady, apparently unmoved by what had oc curred, and certainly unmoving, as her form, which was just to be made out from my post, was as quiet as the schooner's figure head. Once 1 had gone close to her to mark her state (somewhat marveling at her self control), and found her pillowed against the great main boom with its furled sail. She had greeted me with a touch of her hand, the first she had ever vouchsafed irie, while the quick turn of her eyes and the gleam of her teeth (which was all I could see of her face) showed me that 6he was alert and still self-contained. But not a whisper of a ques tion did she bother me with, though for that matter she had spoken not a word since leaving Turtle bay. I had a mighty respect for her if only for her knowledge of how and when to keep from obtruding her helpless ness, and would have lifted to my lips her smooth finger tips, only I dared not. Even had she not resented the act, it might be but for the reason that through gratitude she would save my feelings, and the thought was not comforting. Dropping her hand, therefore, with the word that all was going well, I returned to my post. In my expectancy and dread of I knew not what, the minutes seemed to lengthen to quarter hours. The white muf fle of mist appeared thicker than ever, and once or twice I fancied I caught on my wet cheek a cooling breath, as though the dead air was giving a first faint heave of coming activity. I felt that the wind was not far off, and feared it, but come what might I must now hold my course and drift into free oom or eternity. And still no sound from the cabin save now and then a cough, showing that the lungs of the two were harried by their own powder smoke. 1 dared not explore the in terior for fear of being greeted by a shot, and could only await some overt act to show me what was afoot. Suddenly from below there came a dull, jarring thud, and the fog about the quarter-deck was lighted by a brilliant flash, apparently from lieneath the tarpaulin,, while at once following came the "The two bolow wero prisoners.'" voice of Lounsbury calling for water and "Air, air, for the love of God!" Almost on the instant, and before I realized that sorne tlrng untoward had happened below, seem ingly from the muck directly overhead a hoarse voice shouted: "The deck, ahoy! There's a schooner adrift and almost on us! Did ye see that light?" "Ay! Where away is she?" came an an swer close at hand. "On our starboard bow, sir; coming stern first and no sail set. She's like to foul us!" "Can you make her out?" "Naught but the foreyard and topmasts show above the fog, sir." "What the devil can be the meaning of it?" came the return, and then I heard the scuffle of feet on the stranger's deck, fol lowed by a quick call: "Scheoner ahoy! What schooner's that?" Hitherto my policy had been silence, but now it instantly struck me that to pay no attention to the hail would be but to pre cipitate ruin while yet there was a forlorn hope. If we came in collision, unless I an swered they would board us in the twinkling of an eye, while if we missed they would be suspicious and start a search, which, blind as it would be, might end by their running across us. Therefore I at once sent my voice back with all my power and with out the least hesitation: "Ay, ay; we've parted a shackle and are lesing ground. Will bring up in a couple of cable's lengths if we clear you. Stand by <o take a ♦flow. What ship's that?" "His majesty's sloop-of-war Ajax! What schooner's that?" "The Sprite," I returned at a venture, that vessel being the only sfhooner I could then call to mind. The answer hurled back at me was startling. "Ye lie! The Sprite wept outside this morning on patrol. Come to, or I'll sink ye! Stand by for quarters! On deck, the watch below!" Then, evidently to guard aloft: "Where away is she? Damn the fog!" In- the quick bustle, the shrill rattle of the boatswain's whistle on the deck of the enemy (which sound seemed to fill the har bor), and all that followed, 1 heard no an swer to the call aloft. There was enough close at hand, for from our own cabin theru came a bedlam of shouts that drowned the details of the notes of preparation made on the Ajax. "Treason!—treason! Help!—help! 'Tis the Phantom cut out by the rebels! 'Tis the villain Thorndyke! We are prisoners in the cabin! Board us, for God's sake!" and matter of this tenor which crossed the water, and was as plain to the ear of the officer on the adjacent vessel as it was to mine. And now for us the game appeared to be played to the end. With face# evidently pressed close to the open dead-lights of the cabin the two below had sent forth the alarm and made the muss past mending. From the Ajax came loud orders, and just as I caught the glimmer of that vessel's an chor light as it swept by in a thick yellow halo, there came the rattle of a drum beat ing to quarters, and it was at once followed by a similar but faint alarm from some ship anchored east and toward the Brooklanc! shore. Then we slipped into the darkness again, and went whirling on our way. We had missed a collision, but by a close shave only, as I think there lay not two rods betwixt me and the light I had seen. Our move had been exposed, and the only thing gained by us was a knowledge of our speed and whereabouts. The Ajax I knew had been anchored for upward of a month about a mile below the "grand battery," and the way her riding light had slid by us be tokened the fact that just then we were mov ing at the rafe of four or five miles an hour. Therefore tve were now off Nutten's Is land, but the bulk of the British fleet still lay below. They were fairly close to the Staten Island shore, however, and there would be small danger of fouling them, the tide always setting the fairway well into the center of the Narrows. But of danger from the forces below I was not now thinking. More fear had I of the boats that would put after us from the vessel we had almost fouled, for as we passed her and the noises on her deck faded in the distance, I heard the dull clashing of tumbling oars and the sharp splash of a boat as it dropped from the davits into the water. As though to guide the enemy, erer and anon there came a cry from our cabin—a cry that shot into the quiet air like an alarm gun and drove me to madness. I was now as one who, having broken through a quick set, was carrying the thorns in his flesh. Danger hung over me like a descending bludgeon, though instead of cowering be neath the coming blow it set my blood on fire. With a curse which must have caused the girl to shudder, I seized the musket, and, driving its butt through the nearest dead light, felt the iron stock shoe crunch against flesh and bone. There came from within a yell of agony, and after silence, and then I spoke: "Another shout, ye villains, and I'll fill the cabin with flying balls. Mind this, if yonder boats board us, before being taken I'll kill ye both! Ye are dealing with Don ald Thorndyke, and now lie and stifle, and may God have more mercy on ye than have I, ye spawn of the devil!" And with this I cut away the seizing that held the tarpaulin and rolled the heavy cov ering close to the windows, thus blocking all ventilation below. So long as this re mained undisturbed it would muflle any noise they might make, and, I fancied, soon bring them to terms from lack of air. Hailing Ames (who had thus far stuck to his post) in a voice which I took care should be heard by the prisoners, I ordered him to fire into the compartment at the first attempt they made to move the smoth ering cover, and then I hurried forward to prepare for being overhauled by the boats. Being on my own ship, everything was familiar, and I easily got a lantern from the galley and dropped into the hold, carrying with me a line. Here I selected four or five of the largest lumps of lead which in my hurry I could light upon, and. drawing them to the deck, placed them at different points near the rail, that they might come handy to drop into and stave any boat that came close alongside. This done, I reprimed all firearms, even to the guard's musket, which was loaded, and from the after davit quietly lowered the dingy, that, if worse came to worse, it might be possibjp to escape by our getting into her and disappearing. Then 1 waited. [TO BE CONTINUED ] A Iloy's F.xsuy on Hornets. A hornet is the smartest bug that flies anywhere. He conies when he pleases, and goes w hen h« gets ready. One way a hornet shows his smartness is by attending' to his own business, and making everybody who interferes Tvith him wish they had done the same thing. When a hornet stings a feller he knows it, and never stops talking about i* - as long as liis friends will listen to him. One day a hornet stung my pa (my pa is a preacher) on the nose, and he did not do any pastoral visiting for a month without talking about that hornet. Another way a hornet shows h!fe smartness is by uot procrastinating. If he has any business with you he will attend to it at once, and then leaves you to think it over to yourself. He don't do like the mosquito, who comes fooling around for half an hour sing ing: "Cousin, cousin," and then when he has bled you all he can, dash away yelling: "No kin." A hornet never bleeds you; but if he sticks you, you will go off on a swell. I don't know anything more about hornets, only that Josh Hillings says: "A hornet is an in flamible (Josh was a poor speller) buzzer, sudden in his impreshuns, and rather hasty in his conclusions, or end." —Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post. A Fifteen Story of 17M4. In the Courant of March IG, 1754, we printed the following queer story, which our readers will pardon us for repeating. Some of them may have forgotten it: "Hebron, Feb. 5, 1784.—This day de parted this life Mrs. Lydia Peters, the wife of Col. John Peters and second daughter of Joseph Phelps, Esq. She was married at the age of fifteen and lived with her consort three times fif teen years, and had fifteen living chil dren, Thirteen now alive, and the young est fifteen years old. She hath had three times fifteen grandchildren. She was sick fifteen months, and died on the flftei'i'*h day of the month, aged four times? ifieen years." Hartford Courant. lie Wn.lll 't Afraid. Hef I'apa —You must remember, sir, tlmt my daughter has been used to an atmosphere o£ refinement. The Voting Man —Yes. she told me the other night that the perfume she uses costs $2.40 an ounce, but I know *»}iere I can g»t a big discount on the same stuff. —Chicago Daily News. Common Case. "YVhe.il I first knew Bro vts. he let his money go like wat«/." "And now?" "He »eeins to ba\> trozwj now." — Indi»fj'«v>lis Journal. Very Ketmirkalile. "It is strange that banks are such quiet places." "Why strange?" "Because money talka, jou know."— Harlem Life. "KAH-PEE-KOG" CLUB. IIV \VniGHT A- FATTERSOtt. YOU realize, gentlemen," said L/ Smith, as the numbers of the Kah pee-kog club gathered around the avening fire, "that this is to be our last evening to gether in these woods for at least a year? To-morrow our vacation in the MusUoka lake district ends, and by to-morrow evening, if nothing unlooked for happens, we will hava nailed up the door of the clubhouse, reeled in our lines for the last time this year, stored our boats, and the night train on the Grand Trunk will be carrying us swiftly back to the states and to our various vocations. "Without going into particulars, or men tioning names, it has seemed to me that this would be an excellent time to confess our prevarications so that we may quit this beau tiful spot with a clear conscience. 1 would suggest—" "To what do you refer, Brother Smith?" asked the Pastor. "To put it in plain English," said Smith, "I think we have all lied more or less, and that now would be a good time to tell the truth." "I presume that you realize that there are exceptions to that statement of 'all,' Brother Smith," said the l'astor. "Now, 1-" "I made no exceptions, and intended none," said Smith. "As for myself, I am here to state now that 1 have lied; lied as big as I knew how and still make it a lie that might believed, and 1 guess you fellows swallowed it without much question." "I have not believed a single thing you have said about fish since you have been here," said the l'astor. "Nor I," echoed the others. "The biggest lie that I have told since I have been here was that one about the number of bass Yorker and I caught i» Healey lake. We were trying to outdo the L'astor, and did so far as the lie was con cerned, and if he did not believe our story, it was because his own was not true. \\ hat we—" "I shall have to refer this matter to the congregation when we reach home, Brother Smith," putin the l'astor. "I would advise you not to," replied Smith, "but as I was going to say, what we did catch that day was all in the boat when we returned, and, as several members of this club counted them, it will not be dis puted when I say there were 138 bass of over the legal length." "It was only 128, for I counted them to gether with Husky Bill," said Tice. "What is the matter of ten bass more or less, anyway?" replied Smith. "But tihere, gentlemen, in my confession, 138 bass in stead of the five or six hundred that I told about, and I believe that every one will feel better if they follow my example." "I believe that the advice Smith gives us is good," said Yorker, "and I realize now as 1 never did before the enormity of the lie I told in reference to the muskellunge 1 caught in Crane lake." "You don't need to make any confession of that," said the Pastor, "for everybody knew that it was a lie when you told it." "It seems to me that I remember distinct ly of your going to Crane lake to tish for muskellunge on the strength of that story," replied Yorker, "and it was not as bad as your Crown island bass story at that." "My veracity is not in question at the present time," replied the Pastor. "No, we will hear from you later," said Yorker, "provided, of course, your con science is not too elastic. But to return to my Crane lake story, I simply wish to say that I did catch a muskellunge, and that it did upset our boat, but that was due to our awkwardness, rather than the size of the fish, for when we got it on shore, which we finally did, it only weighed 42 pounds." "You told me the truth of that Crane lake story the day we were at Healy lake together," said Smith, "and you said it only weighed 37 pounds." "What is a matter of five pounds more or less in the size of a muskellunge?" said York er, and Bill Keeves nudged Husky Bill when Smith did not reply. "I have told so many different tales re garding the size and weight of fish that I have caught in these Ontario lakes and rivers," said Tice, "that 1 hardly know where to begin my confession." "Why not straighten out the Moon river story of 38 muskellunge, 79 bass and 120 trout in ten hours?" asked Husky Bill. "That might be a good place to begin at, as that story was exaggerated somewhat. The truth is that I only caught 35 muskel lunge, tiO bass and no trout at all, for 1 did not tish for them. There are any num ber of trout in that stream and its tribu taries, however, and I do not doubt that it would be quite possible for a man to catch as many fish as I said I had caught in the Moon river in the length of time 1 claimed to have fished. In reality I only fished nine hours and three-quarters. As for the other stories I have told about fishing in Kah pee-Kog and the surrounding lakes, 1 can cover all of them with the single statement that I never caught more than 110 bass in any one day in any of these lakes, but that, I imagine, is better than any of the rest of you ever did, if the whole truth was known." "Gentlemen," began the Pastor, "when Brother Smith started this little experience meeting, I did not realize the good that it was to accomplish. In fact, I was afraid it would result in more harm than good, and that the prevarications—l cannot bring my self to the point of calling them lies —that have been told by several of you around these evening fires would only be again exag gerated, and that some of you at l*ast would return to your homes witji an ado-d weight upon your conscience. It has pleased me greatly to listen to such confessions as have been made this evening, and I am sure that you feel the better for having made tliein. There is one thing for which lam sorry, and that is that Brother Barnes is not here to retract the story he told of catching more fish than 1 caught at Crown is land several years ago. lam sure that had Brother Barnes been with us to-night he would have been moved to tell the real truth of that story, and so remove a load irom his conscience." "What are you going to do about that story of yours that stai»ed the trouble?" asked Tice. "I wish to say in regard to anything that I may have told since 1 have been here, that to now deny the story, and offer a so-called confession would be but a farce and a lie in itself. When I told of those 590 bass my self and a friend caught in one day—" "You said 560 before," said Smith. "Possibly I did, but 590 was the correct number, and I only 'vished to correct my former statement." "1 guess those bonds you put up guaran teeing the Pastor's reputation will be de clared forfeited when you get home," said Ilusk Bill to Smith, as they walked back to the clubhouse. "Well, it has taught me a lesson, any vay," replied Smith, "and I won't be so fool ish again very soon. lam sorry for his sak« as well as my own." SSOO Reward The above Reward will be paid far *»> that will lead to the nrrest conviction of the party or parties whe placed iron ind slabs on the track of ti» Emporium & Rich Valley R. R., noaj he east line of PraokHn Houaler's farm, « the evening of NOT. 21st, 1891. HJCNRT AVCHV, 88-tf. I'rrmdemL. FINE LIQUOR STORE —n*— EMPORIUM, PA. iTHK onrterstyced baa otxnrd a Brat I class IJauor stor®, juxi invites Iks * trade of Hotels, Restaurants, Am We shall carry 1 nil ll s 1 nil i HISS loan and Imported WHISKIES, BRANDIES, GINS AND WINES, BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAGNE, Eta. Choice Una at Bottled Goods. P addition to my large Use of llqnoea IMf oomtaatly la etock a full line at CIGARS AND TOBACCO. WFool ao4 Billiard loom In am* bmlldJn«.-*fc C*LL A.ND BEE MB. A. A. MCDONALD, PEOPBIETOB, EMPORIUM, PA & F. X. BLUMLE, 112 W IMPOIiXUM, I>A. M v? Bottler d aad Dmlw la £ WINES, 7 & WHISKIES, 3; •vl And Liquors of All Kinds. <£j j j3 The beet of goods always JJ w carried In stook and every- W thing warranted as represent- jjj P Especial Attention Paid t* a Oall Orders. gL $ EMPORIUM, PA. W #3ce&*c&*: I GO TO i SJ. A- 1 Broad Stmt, Fmporlusi, Pa., ) J VThere yea can ret anything yon want la C C the line ot £ S Groceries, ? J Provisiona, ? / FLOUR, SAI.T MEATS, £ C SMOKED MEATS, \ J CANNED £'JODB, ETC., ) ) to*. Coffees, FrnlU, Cenfettlonery, ) S TOUKS ind Cigars. C \ Good* Dtllyrrrd Free any / 112 i'lacc In Town. \ I CILL m SFB BE AID GET PRICES. \ C IEIK P. k E. DEPBT C euroßit'H Bottling Works, IOHN McDONALD, Proprietor. Near P. ti B. Depot, Emporium, Pa. Bottler and Shipper of Rochester Lager Beer, BEST BUT9B OF EYPORT. The Manufacturer of Bofl Driaka and Dealer In Choice \Tineaand Pure Liquora. We keep none but the very b«s" Soar and are prepared to fill Ordors oi ihort notice. Private families aurvad Saily If dealrad. JOHN MCDONALD. | Cayeau, and obtained and all Pair * |eftt busiacas conducted fcr MOOERATC Kct%. | 'OUR Cprice is OWO«ITI; U. » pATCfiTOrficc I and w« can eecure patent in lcaa lime Lhaa tAoee < remote from Washing too. I i Send model, drawing or photo., with deecrip* 1 i ticn. We adviae, if patentable or uot, free of , 1 ciwu-fe. Our fee not d';t till iiatent ia aecured. 1! A PAMPHLET, " How to Ot tain Patcnta," wW i oost of a-une la the Ue S. *ad foreign couaLri> sent ire*. Aiiirctt, i:O.A.S^OW&CO oew, r»TrHT Orric.t. V/«.e HII"OTON, D. C IB CHLC&GI ft* KEW YORK o££s\ . L ti. KELL:a& KEWftfftßCE ca.
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