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PENITENTIAL HYMN.
If I have played upon my heart
The music of a lower art;
If I have ever hoped to win
A pleasure from the smile of sin;
If ever I mistook the gleam
Of quiverings la a starless dream;
Or fondly hoped I might dispense
With spirit in the joy of sense;
Or slipped, or fallen, or gon( astray,
Lead Thou the way, lead Thou the way.
If I could ever yet despise
The tear-drops in two human eyes;
If ever once the voice of fame;
Left me forgetftfl of Thy name;
If in the strife I ever tied
My heartstrings to the lower side;
Or in the thlckc ?-t of the light
Mistook the us. ful for the right;
Or wielded an ignoble sword,
Forgive, O Lord; forgive, O Lord.
If ever once have been my care
Mere trappings of Thine altar-stair;
If ever in a lovely face
Thy handiwork I failed to trace;
If I have doubted of the good
Within the soul of womanhood;
Or Judged a man by some small blot
Which Thou hast portioned to his lot;
Forgot Thy law, or scorned Thy might,
Guide me aright, guide me aright.
—Joel Elias Spingarn, in Cosmopolitan.
[Copyright, 1899, by F. Tennyson Neely.j
CHAPTER xJ.
The little party of visitors in the gen
eral's persona] tent made a striking
contrast to that assembled under the
official canvas. In the latter, seated
ou camp stools and candle boxes or
braced against the tent poles, were near
ly a dozen officers, all in the somber
dark blue regulation uniform, several
in riding boots and spurs, some even
wearing the heavy, frogged overcoat;
all but two, juniors of the staff, men
who stood on the shady side of 40,
four of the number wearing on their
shoulders the silver stars of generals
of division or brigade, and among their
thinning crops of hair the silver
strands that told of years of service.
One man alone, the commanding gen
eral, was speaking; all the others lis
tened in respectful silence. In the
gloom of that late, fog-shrouded after
noon a lantern or two would have been
welcome, but the conference had be
gun while it was still light enough for
the chief to read the memoranda on his
desk, and now he was talking without
notes. In the array of grave, thought
ful faces, some actually somber and
severe in expression, a smile would have
seemed out of place, yet, all on a sud
den, grim features relaxed, deep-set
-eyes twinkled and glanced quickly
•about in search of kindred sympathetic
and more than half the bearded
faces broadened into a grin of merri
ment, and as many heads were sudden
ly uplifted, for just as the gray-haired
chief ended an impressive period with
the words: "It will be no laughing
matter if I can lay hold of them," there
burst upon the surprised ears of the
group a peal of the merriest laughter
imaginable —the rippling, joyous, mu
sical laughter of happy girlhood ming
ling with the hearty, wholesome, if
somewhat boyish, outburst of jollity
of healthful youth.
"Merciful powers!" exclaimed the
chief. "I had forgotten all about those
people. They must have been here 20
minutes."
"Sixty-five, sir, by the watch," said a
saturnine-looking soldier, tall and stal
wart, and wearing the shield of the ad
jutant general's department on the col
lar of his sack coat.
"They ought togo, then," was the
placid suggestion of a third officer, a
man with keen eyes, thin, almost ascetic
face, but there twitched a quaint
humor about the lines of his lips.
"That visit's past the retiring age."
And then another peal of merriment
from the adjoining tent put a stop to
conversation.
"They don't lack for entertainers,"
hazarded a staff officer as soon as lie
could make himself heard. "The sol
emn-looking Gothamite who came with
them must have slipped out."
"It seems he knows Col. Armstrong,"
said the chief, thoughtfully. "I sent for
him an hour ago, and he may be pilot
ing Mr. Prime around camp, looking up
the runaway."
"Another case?" asked a brigade com
mander, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Another case," answered the gener
al, with a sigh. "It isn't always home
troubles that drive tliem to it. This
boy had everything a doting father
could give him. What on earth could
make him bolt and enlist for the war?"
No one answered for a moment. Then
the officer with the humorous twinkle
about the eyes and the twitch at the
lip corners bent forward, placed his
elbows on his knees, his fingers tip to
tip, gazed dreamily at the floor, and
6ententiously said:
"Girl."
Whereupon his next neighbor, a
stocky, thickset man in the uniform of
a brigadier, never moving eye, head or
hand, managed to bring a sizable foot
in heavy riding boot almost savagely
upon the slim gaiter of the humorist,
who suddenly started and flushed to the
temples, glanced quickly at the chief,
and then as quickly back to the floor,
his blue eyes clouded in genuine dis
tress.
The general's gray face had seemed
to grow grayer in the gloom. Again
there came, like a rippling echo, the
chorus of merry laughter from (lie ad-
Joining tent. only it seemed a trifle sub
dued, possibly as though one or two of
the merry-makers had joined less
heartily. With sudden movement the
general rose. "Well, I've kept you long
nougb," he said. "Let the three regi
ments bo got in readiness at once, but
relax no effort in—that other matter.
Find tiie. juilty parties if a possible
thing-"
4u<l then t lie pro up dissolved. One
or two of the number looked back, half
hesitating', at the entrance of the tent,
but the chief had turned again to the
littered table before him, and, seating
himself, rested his gray liead in the
hand nearest his visitors, it was as
though he wished to conceal his face.
One of the last to go—the thin-faced sol
dier with the twinkling blue eves, hung
irresolutely behind the chief a moment
as though he had it in his mind to speak,
then turned and fairly tip-toed out,
leaving the camp commander to the so
ciety of a single staff officer, and to the
gathering darkness.
"Kindly say to Mr. Prime, or his
friends, that I will join them in a mo
ment," said the former, presently,
without so much as uplifting head or
eye, and the aid-de-camp left as noise
lessly as his predecessor, the humorist.
But when he was gone and"The Chief"
sat alone, the sound of merry chat and
laughter still drifted in with the mist
at the half-opened entrance. Shadowy
forms tlitted to and fro between the of
ficial tent and the lights beginning to
twinkle at brigade headquarters across
the wide roadway. An orderly
scratched at the tent flap, but got no an
swer. The lone occupant sat well back
in the gloomy interior and could barely
be distinguished. The waiting soldier
hesitated a moment, then entered and
stamped once upon the wooden floor,
then turned and noiselessly stepped
out, for, anticipating his question, the
general spoke:
"No light just yet, orderly. I'll call
j'ou —in a moment. Just close the tent."
At his hand, he needed no light to iind
it, lay a little packet that had been
passed into him with the mail while
the council was still in session. It was
stoutly wrapped, tightly corded, and
profusely sealed, but with the sharp
point of an eraser the general slit the
fastenings, tore off the wrapper, and
felt rather than saw that a bundle of
letters, rolled in tissue paper and tied
with ribbon, ribbon long since faded
and wrinkled, lay within. This he care
fully placed in a large-sized military
letter envelope, moistened and pressed
tight the gummed flap, stowed it in the
inner pocket of the overcoat that hung
at the rear tent pole, reduced the wrap
per and its superscription to minute
fragments, and dropped them into the
waste-basket, all as carefully and meth
odically as though life lenew neither
hurry nor worry; then bowed his lined
face in both hands a moment in utter si
lence and in unmistakable sadness.
Presently his lips moved: "Can you
look down and see that I have kept my
word, Agnes?" he murmured. "God
help me to find him and save him—yet."
Once again the laughter, the gay
young voices, rang from the other tent.
All over camp, far and near, from the
limits of the park to the very slope of
the height at the north, the evening
bugles were calling by thousands the
thronging soldiery to mess or roll call.
Slowly the general rose, drew on his
overcoat, and in another moment, un
der the sloping visor of his forage cap,
with eyes that twinkled behind their
glasses, with a genial smile softening
every feature, his line soldierly face
peered in on the scene of light, of merri
ment and laughter under the canvas
roof of the only home he knew in the
world—the soldier home of one whose
life had been spent following the flag
through bivouac, camp or garrison,
through many a march, battle and cam
paign all over the broad lands of the
United States until now, at the hour
when most men turned for the placid
joys of the fireside, the love of devoted
and faithful wife, the homage and af
fection of children, the prattle and play
ful sports of children's children —home-
less, wifeless, childless, he stood at the
border of the boundless sea, soldier
duty pointing the way to far distant,
unknown and undesired regions, con
tent to follow that flag to the end of
the world if need be, and owning no
higher hope or ambition than to follow
and uphold it to the end of his life.
There was nothing in such a face as
his to put a check to i'un and merriment,
yet, all on a sudden, the laughter died
away. Three young gallants in soldier
garb sprang to their feet and faced him
with appeal and explanation in their
speaking eyes, although only one of
their number found his tongue in time
to put the matter into words. There
were only two girls when the general
left that tent to meet his officers at four
o'clock and now there were four, and
the four were having five-o'clock tea.
At least anyone would have said they
were four blithe girls, innocent of
graver responsibilities than social calls
and dinner or dance engagements, for
never looked four young women so free
from the cares of this world than those
who were picturesquely grouped about
the general's camp table and under the
brilliant reflector of the general's lamp;
but the plain gold circlet on the slender
finger of the merriest and noisiest and
smallest of the four, and the fact that
she had nothing to say to the senior of
the four attendant officers except in
the brief, indifferent tones of assured
proprietorship, and very much to say
to the other three, told a different story.
The general's manner lost none of its
kindness, even though a close observer
would have seen that his face lost a lit
tle of its light as he recognized in the
evident leader of the revels and mistress
of the situation the wife of his senior
aid-de-camp. An hour before he
thought her a thousand miles away—
and so did her husband.
"liless your dear old heart!" ex
claimed the little lady, springing to her
feet, facing him with indomitable
smiles and thrusting forward two slen
der, white, bejeweled hands. "No—
don't say you disapprove! Don't scold!
Don't do anything but sit right down
here and have a cup of your own de
licious tea—(Frank, some boiling wa
ter) —that no one makes for you as I
do—you've owned it many a time. And
then we're all going into the Palace
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 22. i 9 rx>.
or dinner and then to the theater, and
I'll tell you all übout it between the
acts. Oh, you poor dear! 1 ought to
have come before—you've been work
ing yourself to death!"
And by this time, resolutely pulling,
she had towed the general to a chair,
and into this, his favorite leather
armed, canvas-backed, hickory-framed
companion of many a year, she deftly
dropped him and then, giving him 110
chance for a word, gayly pirouetting,
she seized one after another upon eaeli
member of the party present— an ac
complished little mistress of ceremon
ies, encased in u tailor made traveling
suit that rendered her proof against
a dozen minor ills, so beautifully was it
cut and fitted to her pretty figure—and,
with inexhaustible flow of merry words,
presented her or him to the veteran in
the chair:
"This, my honored general, first
and foremost, is .Miss Mildred Prime,
daughter of a thousand earls is she,
yet one vastly to be desired, though
I say it who should not, for she hails
from New York, which is enough to
make me bate her, whereas we've just
sworn an eternal friendship. You've
only casually met her and her folks
before, but 1 can tell you all about
them. You should have put Frank at
the head of your intelligence bureau,
general. He'd never find out anything,
but I would. We came on the same
train together all the way from Og
den."
(A tall, dark-eyed, dark-liuired, oval
faced girl, coloring slightly in evident
embarrassment over these odd army
ways, courtesied smilingly to the gen
eral and seemed to be pleading dumbly
for clemency if there had been trans
gression.)
"This," hurried on the voluble little
woman, seizing another feminine wrist,
"is Miss Cherry Langton—Cherry Ripe
we call her at home this summer, the
dearest girl that ever lived except my
self, and one you'll simply delight in
as you do in me—when you get to,know
her. She is, us you have often been
told and have probab*y forgotten, the
only good-looking member of Frank's
family—his first cousin. She was mop
ing her heart out after all the nice
young men in Denver went to the wars,
and withering on the stem until I told
her she should go, too, w hen she blos
somed and blushed with joy as you see
her now, sir. Cherry, make your man
ners." (Cherry, whose name well de
scribed her, was only waiting for a
chance, laughing the while at the merry
flow of her chaperon's words, and, at
the first break, stepped quickly forward
and placed her hand frankly in the
"And this Is Miss Amu Lawrence."
outstretched palm of her host, then
glanced eagerly over her shoulder as
though she would say: "But you must
see her," and her bright eyes sought
and found the fourth feminine mem
ber of the group.)
"And this," said Airs. Frank Garrison,
bravely, yet with a trifle less confidence
of manner, with indeed a faint symp
tom of hesitancy, "is Miss Amy Law
rence," and in extending her little
hand to take that of the most retiriug
of the three girls, only the finger tips
and thumb seemed tx) touch. Miss
Lawrence came quickly forward, and
waiting for no description, bowed with
quiet grace and dignity to the chief
and, smiling a bit gravely, said:
"Uncle left word tliut he would soon
return, general, but he has been gone
with Col. Armstrong nearly an hour.
I hope we have not taken too great a
liberty," and her glance turned to the
substantial tea service on the rude
camp table.
"Oh, I'm responsible for that—and
for any and every iniquity here com
mitted, solely because 1 know our gen
eral too well to believe he would allow
famishing damsels to faint for lack of
sustenance." It was Airs. Garrison, of
course, who spoke. "I simply set
Frank and his fellows to work, with
the result that tea and biscuit, light
and warmth, mirth and merriment,
faith, hope and charity sprang up like
magic in this gloomy old tent, and here
we are still. Now, say you're glad I
came, general, for these stupid boys—
Oh! I quite forgot! Let me present
the slaves of the lamp—the spirit lamp,
general Frank, you know —too well,
I dare saj'. Stand forth, vassal Number
Two. This, general, is Capt. Schuyler,
a mite of a man physically—a Gotliam
ite, in fact—but a tower of wit and
wisdom when permitted to speak." (A
diminutive youngster, with a head
twice too big for his body, and a world,
of fun 111 his sparkling eyes, bowed
elaborately to his commanding general,
but prudently held his peace.) "Capt.
Schuyler, my deal general, meekly
bears the crescent of the subsistence
department 011 his beautifully high and
unquestionably New-York-made col
lars. He hasn't an idea ou the sub
ject of supplies except that commissary
cigars are bad, but his senator said
he had to have something and that's
what he got. He'd rather be second
lieutenant of regular infantry any day,
but that was too high for him. Here's
a youth it fits to a 't'—Mr. William
Gray, of the —teenth foot, whom I
knew years ago when we were kids 111
the same camp, and whose best claim
to your notice is that you knew his
fatli.r. Ho says so, and hopes you'll
forgive all his budding iniquities on the
strength of it." The general nodded
with a grin at the youngster .who stood
at JSliss Lawrence's.left, and then held
up his hand for silence, shutting off
further presentations.
"I'll forgive unything but moreifiat
ter," said he. with a placid smile, "pro
vided you give ine some tea at etiee.
Then I should be glad to know how
you all happened to meet here."
"My doing entirely,general. (Frank,
another eup —quick.) Cherry came
with me to surprise my husbanu—an
easy tiling to do—l'm always doing it.
We found him here, by your orders,
striving to entertain these two charm
ing damsels—the last thing on earth
he is capable of doing, however valu
able he may be with orders and corre
spondence. I heard Mr. Prime's story
and at once suggested Col. Armstrong.
I heard Miss Lawrence exclaim at sight
of Lilly here, and saw a case of old ac
quaintance and sent for him.forthwith
—so easy to say: 'The adjutant gen
eral's compliments'—l found that, after
all, they had never met, but Miss Law
rence had seen him at the head of some
famous student company. lit was who
presented him to her, and summoned
Capt. Schuyler to meet once more his
fellow citizens, the Primes. I it was
who ordered lamps, lire and the tea
things. 1 am the good fairy who
wrought the transformation, Behold
me with my wand!"
She seized Miss Langton's slender
umbrella and, waving it over her curly
little head, pirouetted again in tri
umphant gayety.
The general was thoughtfully sipping
his tea and studying her as she chat
tered and danced. When she paused
a moment for breath he again held up
his hand.
"Col. Armstrong went with Mr.
Prime, did he?"
"With every assurance that the prod
igal should be produced forthwith and
restored to the paternal bosom," de
claimed Mrs. Garrison, melodramatic
ally, and would have ranted on, never
noting the flush of pain and embarrass
ment that almost instantly appeared
in the faces of Miss Lawrence and her
dark-eyed eastern cousin, nor seeing the
warning in her husband's eyes; but at
the moment the tent flap was thrown
back and held open to admit a tall,
gray-haired civilian whose silk hat was
uplifted as he entered in courteous rec
ognition of the group, despite the dis
tress that was betrayed in the pallor of
his face and the instant glance of his
dark eyes toward the slender girl, who
stepped eagerly forward. Mrs. Gar
rison, turning quickly, saw, and with
swift, agile movement sprang to one
side. The general slowly struggled up
from his easy chair. Iteacliing her
father's side Miss Prime laid her hand
upon his arm, looking fondly and
anxiously into his face. A soldierly,
middle-aged officer, in dripping forage
cap and rain coat, stepped quickly in
and lowered the flap.
"Did you find him, father?" was Miss
Prime's low-toned, faltering question.
"We found—the soldier referred to;
Col. Armstrong has been most kind; but
it wasn't your brother at all, my child."
[To Be Continued.]
MEDIEVAL MORALITY.
Instanee of the Eflleney of Ilrlhery In
Obtaining lloynl Favor Daring
the Dark Agm,
Joinville, historian and statesman of
tin* thirteenth century, in an anecdote
of Saint Louis, crusader, soldier, and
best and greatest, perhaps, of French
kings, not only reveals the perfect
frankness of Louis' character, but
shows at tli* Rmc time that social
morality is not a modern notion but a
matter of evolution.
At one time while the king-was stay
ing at Hyeres to procure horses togo
to Francs, the abbot of Cluny, after
ward bishop of Olive, mad'e him a pres
ent of two fine palfreys, one for him
self and one for the queen, Margaret
of Provence. When he had given him
this present he said to the king:
"Sire, I will come to-morrow to speak
to you about my own affairs."
On the following day the abbot came
back; the king listened to him atten
tively, and at great length. When the
abbot had gone, a close friend and ad
viser of the king went to him and said:
"I beg leave to ask whether you lis
tened more kindly to the abbot of
Cluny because he gave you the two
palfreys yesterday?"
The king thought for n longtime, and
then said: "Yes, truly."
"Sire," said the king's friend, "doyou
know why I ask this?"
"Why?" said'the king.
"Sire, it is because I would counsel
you when you return to France, that
you forbid all your sworn councilors
to accept anything from those who
ljave business with you, for you may
be sure that if they get anything they
will listen more willingly and atten
tively to those who give them presents,
as you have done with the abbot *f
Cluny."
Then Louis called 1 all his councilors
and told them wha4 his friend had said,
and they were candid enough toadlnit
that it was good advice.—Youth's Com
panion.
The Inspector's Mistake.
An English police inspector being in
formed that a hotel keeper was serving
game out of.season, visited the restaur
ant in plain clotnes and ordered dinner:
"Waiter, partridge for me." The in
spector finished his dinner leisurely,
'and then said to the waiter: "Ask the
proprietor to step this way a minute."
"What for?" "I wish to notify him to
appear in cocrt to-morrow for selling
partridge out of season. lam a police
officer and have secured the necessary
evidence against him." Waiter—"lt
wasn't partridge you had." Police In
spector (uneasily) "What was it,
then?" Waiter (cheerfully)—" Crow."
The inspector swooned.—Argonaut.
SMALLPOX DISTRIBUTORS.
How the Grrmi Arr Kcrtnrcd and th«
Disease I* Spread.
It would seem that people will never
learn to be careful. The recent, alarm
ing spread of that dire epidemic,
smallpox, throughout different sec
tions of the country has been traced
by physicians and sanitarians in many
instances directly to the moldy and
rotting layers of paper and paste
which cover the walls of many houses.
The practice of laying layer after
layer of paper on a wall, using com
mon flour paste, is especially calcu
lated to create homes for disease
germs. People could not do more to
effect such a result if they tried. The
rotting vegetable matter affords caves
from which are ready to dart forth
the infect ion at every opport unity.
There is no excuse for this practice,
as walls and ceilings can be coated
with a pure, cleanly and sanitary ma
terial like Alabastine, for instance, at
no greater expense. Alabastine is a
rock-base cement, which incorporates
itself with the wall or ceiling. It is
easily applied, comes ready to mix
with cold water, requires no washing
or scraping before renewing or re
tinting, is beautiful, long-lasting and
safe.
For walls that have been infected,
nothing is equul to Alabastine as a
disinfectant to render them pure and
clean and the rooms once more hab*
itable.
NOT UP IN THE CLASSICS
A Congressman Who Wan In tht
IJurk as to Title and
Colophon.
A certain member of the house of rep
resentatives, nameless here forever more,
met a newspaper correspondent in the lobby
the other day and mysteriously invited him
to his committee room. The correspondent
cast a chew of tobacco out of his mouth
in anticipation, and followed the states
man to the seclusion of the place designated.
"Say," said the member, looking about
carefully to see that only the two of them
were present, "I want to ask you a question
in confidence."
"Oh," responded the correspondent in a
tone of disappointment, "is that what you
wanted?"
"Yes; and if you can give me the informa
tion I am after you will do me a great
favor."
"All right," said the correspondent, re
covering liis wonted spirits, though the
other kind were lacking, "what is it? Go
ahead with your rat killing."
"Well," began the member in a manner
reminding one of the preface to a book, "I
had one of the boys look over a speech I am
going to make, just to see what he thought
of it and make a suggestion or two to im
prove it, if necessary, and he's got some
thing into it that I'm not up to."
"What is it?" asked the correspondent,
as the member hesitated.
"Well, I'm fairly well up on the Bible, and
when I come across the sentence 'anywhere
from Dan to Beersheba,' I know what it
means well enough, and also know about
Dan and the other one. I had that in the
speech, but he said it was a chestnut by
this time, and it would sound more tony
and abreast of the times and literary cul
ture to change it from 'Title to Colophon,'
and I told him 'all right,' but didn't let on.
Now, you are a frienu of mine, and I want
to ask you about this. As I said, I'm up on
the Bible, but I don't know tne classical
busness a little bit, and while I can kind
of catch onto Title, I'd like to know who
in thunder Colophon was. Do you know?"
The correspondent explained, and the
member saw to it that his cast-out chew
of tobacco was not wasted.—N. Y. Sun.
NOT THAT KIND OF A CAKE.
It Looked Snimeatlve of a Wedding
Dat Was Intended for a Dif
ferent Purpose.
An East end car was loaded town with
shoppers, mostly women, far it was in the
middle of the attcrnoon. Conversation waa
proceeding at a great rate. It was like a
pink tea or a session of the sewing circle.
But all at once a hush fell over the fair chat
terers. A negro lad entered, bearing in his
arms an immense cake, three or four decks
high, and frosted over from pit to dome, as
thev say of a theater. There was a profusion
of flowers by way of decoration, and delicita
traceries of gauzy lace completed the em
bellishments. The cake was so large that
the negro could scarcely carry it.
The cake told the whole story of the wed
ding, the bridesmaids, the orange flowers, the
flower girls and the banquet afterward.
Every feminine heart in that street car was
a-flutter as its owner gazed speechlessly
upon the evidence of a wedding to be.
Finally, when the car stopped to let on,
another passenger and everything was very
still, one lady took courage to ask the negro
where the wedding was going to be.
"Whut weddin'?" asked the negro, his eyea
protruding.
"The wedding that cake is for."
"Dis ain't no weddin' cake."
"No?"
"No'm. Dis yeres er cake walk cake."
There was a smile that reached from one
end of the car to the other, and very soon
conversation was resumed as before.—Mem
phis Scimitar.
He Dealt in Ills llrcum.
"May you take this lesson home with you
to-night, dear friends," concluded the
preacher at the end of a very long and weari
some sermon. "And may its spiritual truths
sink into your hearts and lives to the
end that your souis may experience salva
tion. We will now bow our heads in prayer.
Deacon White, will you lead?"
There was no response.
"Deacon White," this time in a louder
voice. "Deacon White, will you lead?"
Still no response. It was evident that the
good deacon was slumbering. The preacher
made a third appeal and raised his voice to
a pitch that succeeded in waking the drowsy
man.
"Deacon White, will you please lead?"
The deacon rubbed his eyes and opened
them wonderingly.
"Is it my lead? No—l just dealt."—De
troit Free Press.
Pleasnre of NeeessitieM.
A lady living in the Eighteenth ward an
swered a knock at her door the other morn
ing to find a poorly-dressed woman, greatly
in need of help. Her tale excited sympathy
in the kind lady's heart. When the poor
woman left she carried a big bundle of
clothes and a sack containing many of the
necessaries of life. The next morning there
appeared at the same door a seven
urchin of ruddy countenance, who somewhat
shocked the lady of the house with this:
"Say, that lady you guv the things to yes
terday wants to know if you've got a pair of
skates that me brother can wear. —Salt
Lake Herald.
That Wasn't Much.
"You—you were in the late war?" he
queried of the man who had been telling
about the battle of Santiago.
"Certainly," was the reply.
"And you marched and suffered and
fought and was a hero?"
' 1 °i' s ' r \ n °thing of the kind. I simply
landed at Santiago; decimated the ranks of
the enemy, forced him to surrender, and
then about the end of the war."
Oh, tiiat was all, eh? Beg your pardoa
for the interruption,"—Washington Poat.
The above Reward will be paid for bmm
"vnaation that wilj lead to the arrest SM
conviction of the party or paruen wke
placed iron and alnba on the track of tk«
Emporium A Rich VaJiey R. R., DOM
he east line of Franklin Hooaler'i him,
« th« evtuuug oi Nov. 21 rt, 1891.
Henry ACCUD,
38-tf. J'rrsviaU.
FINE LIQUOR SIORE
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EMPORIUM, PA.
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trade or Ho»cla, Reetfttiranta, tab
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lean and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES
GINS AND
WINES,
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CIGARS AND TOBACCO.
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C*LL AM' BEE MB.
A. A. MCDONALD,
PROPRIETOR, EMPORIUM, PA.
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And Liquors of All Kind*.
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#OHN MCDONALD, Proprietor.
Mear P. it B. Depot, Enporium, Pa.
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Bottler and Shipper of
Rochester
Lager Beer,
KEST BMSJS OP EYPOET.
The Manufacturer of Bofl
Drinks and Doaler in Choice
Wines and Pi:re Liquet*.
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Boar and arc prepared to fill Orders oa
>hort notice. Private families served
l&4y If desired.
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, all Pal
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