MILLIE'S BABIES. StelUto tfcni J kittens, Oji to too ouli b1od, TtxfT notfar It eSwujt prfdlDg about, And brlnf thom no area a bono) Sst aR In ths morning carl, ISW4 00 Wl bto at night JLnlHfaleHoua, Kttkli old pussy, Bn4 avrar does anyUilag right. UMeoa an alnr hunerj, ibvr too Umld to oatott a txuwaa, .sad KmIt mother Is audi an old gadder, hf vont keep her m anr house. CB. mm petted nor played with thorn, Set waahed thom nlos and clean, Swh stx UtUa dirty t sees Ini aura I ha to oarer bood; St UMla and, aad kittens, Ufsttting In a row, OoM and hungrx and dirty, From Up of each none to each toe. Twetro Uttlo ear and aU llttla tail Hanging and drooping low, 80 out on the stops I found thom, Sttlng all In a row. And Mlllo begged hard to kdep them, ' And fed them and washed them so cloan, Such six bright, cunning kittens rm sure I hare norer seen. Tho boys laughod at Smile's babies, Bha eared not a whit, would your If aha hadnt adopted those kittens, tnutt m the world would they dor X. F, Nolan In School and Home. DORA'S CONFESSION. I bad boon throo months at lido Hall. It sounds llko a grand plaoe, but it wmqI grand at all only a ruinous old brick houso standing behind a row of Bcrargr poplar trees on a dreary stretoh of e&shoro, whore tho rocks broke tho fldo Into whlto sheets of foam whon it thundered up twloo a day, and tho very rferubs in the ffardonworo sprinkled with Belt spray when tho wind oamo from tho can. Hero, all olono. oxocnt for a deaf old men who oamo to work in tho garden sad bring ooal and wator, lirod Mrs. Oadgott, my father's cousin, and hither I had boon sent to take caro of her when sb was stricken down with rheumatic favor. Jonny, my older sister, hod ro fawd to Ioqto Now York. "Just when Fm (rotting along so nlooly in my art school," said Bhe; and Georgiana had laughed at tho idea. "Mo shut myself tip at Tldo Hall liko a olam in its shell! Sot whllo tho Euterpe sociables aro go kig onr And my father and mother had decided that Dora must go. Dora tva generally" tho victim of tho family, and there was nothing for it but for Dora to submit. "And boaidos," I could hear my moth er whisper to my father, "it will bo a great thing to get her out of Jock's way for tho prosent. , Bho thought I didn't hear, but I did, roor Jacui 110 was, in his way, as much of a victim ns I was. It really wasn't Jack's fault thatthoofflcovsof the bank whore ho was employed declared Chat ho had no financial talont. Nothing memod to go right with Jock. My father called him a rolling stono who would gather no moss. My mother said ho was thoroughly InofQciont. Jonny and Georgy Jaaghod at him, and wondered what Dora oomd possibly boo in him. But I liked him, sad I couldn't holp it. 80 whoa Mrs. Cad go tf a summons oamo I Ibocght I might as well bo unhappy at 'JOo Hail as on Twonty-eoventh street. I had plonty to do. All tho housework. oxoopt what old Owen could do, fell to my sharo, and my old relative roqulred endless waiting on. But then, whon she waa In hor moro genial moods, sho would tall mo tho history of her old tapestries ana antique furniture, snow mo her jewel casket, and ovon permit mo to clasp nround my neck a certain old necklace. stained purplo with tho glow of ame thysts, and outlined around with tiny vrnito diamonds. "It has boon In the Cadgett family, for a nunarod ana lllty years," said Bho, "My husband's niece, Jomima Oadgett, expects to inherit it, but it is mine to loavo to whom I please. And thoush Jamima wants my jowols she isn't will- , ing to oomo hero and 11 vo with mo I" Nor was tho amethyst necklace all of tha Cadgett Jewels. There was a soli taire diamond, as large 03 a oherry stone, est in a ring. There was An odd cameo brooch and a pair of sleeve buttons of "pigeons' blood" rubies, and a quaint liKlo dagger with its hilt lncrustedin small brilliants. I was nover tlrod of looking at these trinkets. "Yes, child, yes, they're pretty enough," Mrs. Cadgett had said, "but what uso aro they to an old woman like mot I sometimes think it isn't safo for ma to keep them hore in this solitary pi&oa, ana only two women m tho house, Only, to bo euro, nobody knows of inemr "Aro thoy very valuable. Aunt Cad- grttf" askod I, for by that namo Bho had Diaacn mo to call her. "Thoy'ro worth a thousand dollars at tho Tory loast," said she. So that ono stormy night when n mas cuHno figuro emerged out of tho flying spray and deepening twilight closo to uw Dues door, 1 gavo a great start Owen had trudged to his homo and was all alone, amusing myself, as I often did on tho sly, by looking at Aunt Cadg er's ornaments and trying their effect on myself bofpro tho hall mirror, with a strange breathless senso tho while of - transgressing some unwritten law, for the old lady never knew but that they wore safely locked in her chiffonier, of which I kept tho key. Of course, it was wrong, but I was only 17, and I led such a solitary life. I had tho Jeweled dagger stuck through my hair, and the necklace clasped around my neok, and was holding tho candle first this way and then that to catch the coruscations of tho tiny facets, when chancing to turn my head, I saw a face flattened against tho window glass, man's lacol Tor a second my heart stood still. was for a second only, however, for I in. stantly recognized tho heavy black mus teoho and merry, sparkling ' oyes of jacic juornington. "Oh, Jack! oh, Jack!" I cried, flying to open tho door and let him in. "Masquerading, oh?" said Jack, after 110 naa given me a hearty kiss. "Ploaso don't tell of mo, Jack. I waa only trying on Mrs. Cadeott's iewels. Ono must do something in a lonely place llko this," pleaded I. 'By Jgvol though, It is lonely," said Jack. "I thought I nover Bhould find it and I don't know now how I'm over to get back to tho mainland." "How came you here. Jack?" I asked. "I wanted to seo you. Dora, to toll vou good-by. Thoso beastly bank peoplo liave rurnea mo out, ana I'm going to soek my lortunor ""Where, Jock?" I questioned. "Heaven only knows. I don't." And, liko two silly children that we were, wo looked at each other and burst out laughing, I still in tho glitter of Aunt Cadgott's Jewels, Jack warming his chilled hands at the kitchen fire. And then ho explained to me his plans for tho future, and I promised to wait for bis fortune to bo made, even if were seven times soven years. And the rain drovo in sheets against the side of tho house, and tho thunder of tho rising tide filled the silence llko tho constant disohargo of artillery. "You can never go away from hero in mis storm, at this time of night. Jack.1 said I. "It's all ono can do to keep out of tho quiokBanda by daylight, Owen uoryv. "Will tho old lady keep me?" I shook my head. "She has a horror of strangors," gaid I, "iiunwoivt nan 11er.J0.clc I'll vuvst. you up a bod of blankets and soft pillows on this kitchen settee. You'll x very comfortable, and you must be off beforo daylight, lost Owen Ittnggiin should dis cover you'. And, Jack, there's plonty of bread and meat and now milk in the cupboard, and" "You ore a darling," saia Jaoic. "Thero's Aunt Cadgott's cano thump ing on tho floor," oricd I. "Her signal. She wants me." Aunt Cadgott was unusually oxactlng that night. I thought I never should get her settlod to her satisfaction, and in tho midst of It I remembered that 1 had left tho Jewel ooskot down stairs. Sup pose that sho should tako a fancy to in spect it, as she often did at night! I trombled at tho idea. Fortunately, howovor, sho did not, and I crept quietly down stairs after she was aslcop. Jaok was asleep, too, lying in an un consciously graceful attitude, with his cheek pillowed against his arm, and there whoro I had loft it, after wo had both admired tho antique ornamonts, was tho loather coso on tho dresser shelf. "Thank goodness!" I said to myself, as I put it back Into tho chliTonlor drawer and noiselessly turned tho koy. I sat beside- Aunt Cadgott's bod that night, catching what scraps and frag tnents of sloop I could, for her rheuma tism rackod her fiercely and alio was to tako her modiolus evory two hours, And when I woko in tho oarly morning sho was sweetly Bleoping, tho sunshino streamed ohecrily across tho floor, and Jaok was gone! Dora, Bald Mrs. Cadgett to mo tho uoxt day, "bring me my Jewel case." I oMyed, thinking but Uttlo of tho order. "Open it," Bold tho old lady. I opened it. There was only tho faded Telvet lining with Its worn compart ments. Not a trinket remained. I gavo groat start. "Ohl" I cried, "whero aro tho Jowols?" "I suppose you haven t stolen 'em? sakd Mrs. Cadgett. "I?" "Nor old Owen?" Of oourso not." "No ono elso has beon in tho houso?" I looked at Mrs. Cadgett. Sho looked at mo with eyes that glittered like piercing dagger points. I fell, Bobbing, on my knees', and buried my face in tho bed olothes. "Jack has been heo." said I. "He slept In the kltchon that rainy night, Ho saw tho Jewels. I was trying thom on Ohl Aunt Cadgett, It was very wrong and wicked of me, but I meant' no harm! Ohl I'm quite, quite euro of that! -And if any ono has stolen your Jowols" "No ono has stolen them, child," said Mrs. Cadgett, with a sort of low, chuok ling laugh. "Thoy'ro safo hero, under my pillow, where I put them that night after you brought them up horo. I man aged somehow to tako tho key out of your dross pookot and hobblo to tho chif fonier after you wcro osloep. I know there was a man down stairs I had hoard his voloa and I thought my treas ures would bo safest under my own hand, Besides, I couldn't bear tho idea of hav ing a sly traitor in the houso. You haven't beon sly, Dora: you have been confessing it all. Don't cry, little girl; I forgive you." But I don t doservo to bo forgiven! I sobbed out. "I havo been sly. Give your Jewels to Jomima Cadgott, ploaso givo hor ovorythingl" Mrs Cadgett smiled and Bhook her bead. "Now," said sho, "tell mo all about this Jack." And I told her, and sho comforted mo with words of sympathy and kindly ca resses such as I never had expected to re- celvo from her. That was last year. Jack and I were married a month ago, and Aunt Cad gott's wedding gift to me was the leath ern case of Jewels. Jack is to bo overseer of tho great Cadgett oroneo orchards down in Florida, and Miss Jemima says sho don t caro a straw who wears tho jeweled dagger and the amethyst neck lace, so long as Aunt Cadgett is suited. Sho is so good about it. And as soon as Aunt Cadgett is able to bo moved wo are all going to Florida together. And I am so happy 1 But Jack and Aunt Cadgett both say I deserve It. Shirley Browne in Tho Fireside Compan iun. Tear of Shame. A weeping peach treo is ono of the curiosities of Denison, Tox., and it is stated that "a number o'f superstitious persons bcliove that spirits operate upon it." It is easy to account for tho treo's emotion without referring it to the spirits. It would not be strange- if a sen sitive poach treo should bo moved to tears as it reflected upon tho abandoned way in which somo fruit dealers basket peaches for the market tho big ripo ones on top, tno uttlo hard ones below, Tho only wonder is that moro peacli trees do not weep. New York Tribune, BURDETTE'S PHILOSOPHY. NATC11AL. AS OAS. "A strange and unaccountable story that comes imn leias." is tno tltla of a news paper IwRjelUng about a rose bush, near Fort Hoifli, that when cut drins human blood ; pronounced to bo real and truly human oiooa uy the best chemists that ever tended bar la Texas. We have rood the letter and the affidavits of the apothecaries, but we can't see anything strango or unaccountablo in it, even to the story of the skeletons found under the rose bush. All is explained when it Is remembered that under tha old law of 1853 all the liars of Texas were banished to Fort Worth. BfOBT AND POLITICS. "I can't see," complained Hollo's sister, looking up from the paper she was read inc. "how you can toll, when tbey name so many horses after great men, when the paper speaks of the horse and when it refers to the man who la named after him." "What does it sayf" asked Hollo, who was beginning to tell time by tha clock himself. "It says: 'Russell Harrison and Danlal Voorhees,' " re plied his sister, referring; to the papor. "Oh," said Rollo, as ho turned to his English gram mar again, "that's the horses, of course. If it meant tha-aaen, the editor would have said 'Uub Harrison and xtoosler Dan.'" baa! The governor of Harvard university, who oiways comes to Tne .Eagle when be is stuck on a rocky one, to use his own expression. wants to know why the lovers in Virgil's pastorals were shepherds I Because, governor, the lover and tha shepherd aro alike devoted to she praising. We'll take a degree for that cay aoont kj in. the shade. OUOUT TO BE TUnOTTLED. William llongein, of Baltimore, advertises that his wire Anne has left his bed and board and he will pay no debts of her contracting. That's the second tune within twelve days that Ann Ilengeln has run away on that same division of the Pennsylvania railway. HAnoOWlNQ NEWS. The tramp leaned over the old rail fence. and as the weary plowman came near on his monotonous round hailed him: "How do you uxe it, rurrows you've got!" And the w. p. said he was only following it up to see what his snare would coma to. OPTICAL CILUSI0N. "Doctor," saia a despondent patient, "I be lieve I'm going blind.'' "Bah," said the doc tor, impatiently, "that's all in your eye. Burdette in Brooklyn Eagle. Not a l'IenluK Feature. ' My lore hath eyes which rlral stars, liar oheeks would shame the rosa; IXjt I must needs confession make I do not like her "noes." Philadelphia Itopubllc. A Fratty Um. Voice Catching anything I Fisherman ya malaria. The Epoch. A COUNTRY SCHOOL Pretty and pale and tired She slta In her itlft backed chatr, While tho blazing summer sun Shines In ou her soft brown hair, And the little brook without, That she hears through the open ilocr, Mocks with Its murmur cool Hard bench and dusty floor. It seoms an endless round Grammar and A, D, 0 The blackboard and the sums, Tho stupid geography; , Whon from teacher to little Jim Not one of them cares a straw, Whether "John" Is Irt any "cose," Or Kansas In Omaha. For Jimmy's bare brown feet Are aching to wade In the stream. Where the trout to his luring halt Shall leap, with a quick, bright gleam; And his teacher's blue eyes stray To tho flowers on the desk hard by, Till hor thoughts hare followed her eyes With a half unconscious sigh. Hor heart outruns the clock, As she smells their faint sweet scent; Sut when hare tlmq and heart Their measure In union bent? For time will haito or lag, Like your shadow on the grass. That lingers far behind, Or flloa when you fain would pass. Havo patience, restless Jim, The stream and flsh will wait; And patlonco, tired blue eyes Down the winding road by the gate, Undor tho willow sad Stands some ono with fresher flowers; So turn to your books again. And keep lore for the after hours. AFTER MANY YEARS. On the oxtrome point of tho Iloadlands was a ragged bowlder, standing, as it wero, at anchor, for tho salt waves beat in a circlo round its base; and on its sum mit, swinging out with a daring reck lessness that would havo been appalling to timid, inland folk, a sturdy youth wearing tho rude garb of a fisherman that was Harry Melville. Ho broko out into a BQiig a rude, nautical thing; but tho old timo air was sweet, and tho voice that sung it wondrous clear and reso nant, ringing out llko a trumpet peal abovo tho dash of tho waves, yet sweet and tender as tho noto of n, wood thrush. Over and over again ho trilled the quaint ditty, until every echo oaught up tho strain, and the whole place- and the groat sea itself seemed thrilling with melody. Just then tho door of tho old farm TimiQA owimfy niun lnfflnty mit n lirrrw1 w . r j .. 0 o flood of lamp light and a slender girl's ugure; and an Instant later this self same figuro, quaint and prim in its gown of gray, stood, just behind tho singer. lie sang on, utterly unconscious. "Harryl" Ho was near losing his balance, and his song caino to i sharp and sudden ond, leaving tho closing night in silence, The girl broko into a merry laugh. "Well, Syria?' ho asked. "Nothing only supper is waiting, and Aunt Sarah is growing impatient," she replied. "Oh, that's alll" The eager light died out of his oyes, leaving thom gloomy and abstracted. "I do- not want any supper; I'vo made up my mlud, Syria." bho gavo a quick, gasping breath, but f aco and voice wero quiet. "Well, Harry?" "I'm going!" "Wliott?" ' "At daybreak." Her very lip3 paled, and her slender fingers shook and tremblpd, but her eyes remained truo and steady. "Well," sho answered slowly, "God bloss you, Harry!" Tho boy stood silent, his oyes fixed on tho far coast line, whero tho red sunset fires wero slowly burning out, his thoughts busy with tho past. Ono night, especially, stood out clear and vivid- wild, stormy night, when tho sky was liko ink, and tho mad sea thundered un til the old farmhouce shook to its very center. They wero down on tho strand. his father and a half dozen fishermen himself, a sturdy lad, following liko a young spaniel. Hard work lay before tho men, A stately vessel- lay out on tho bar, and tho strong gjujo was driving ner to pieces. Boat after boat started out as her booming guns begged for assistance, but eaoh ono was swamped or driven back, It was moro desperation, an old sailor said; no boat could Btand such a gali they could do nothing. His father ohuckled to himself, and bringing out a sturdy craft of his own, placed himself at its helm, and went out into tho dark ness, never to return again, the men averred; but Harry did not beliovo it Ho had novor known his father to fail. and ho sat down amid tho crash and roar to watch and wait. And not vain ly, for by and by tho sturdy boat beat its way UacK, bringing only one trophy. a little sea waif that tho old man had picked up a tiny girl dhild with flaxen hair and bluo oyes. Tho rough men boro her up to the old tarm nouse, Harry trotting on behind and before day dawn the booming guns wero silent, for tho stately vessel, after a bravo fight, had gono down beneath tho hungry waves. Capt. Melville and his wife could do nothing moro or less than -to adopt the littlo storm gift and bring hpr up as tneir own cnuu. to they called her Sy ria, after all; and as sho merged into maidenhood the lads called hor the "bello of tho ocean." Sho and Harry had been sister and brother for ten years, eating their frugal supper from tho samo porringer, and sharing tho samo bed in childhood. "Yes, the, Black Dragon sails at day break and I'm going in her, Syria," he said, his eyes solemn and tender and his voice tremulous. Tho girl stood silent a moment; then putting tlio question with a forced laucl: "now far aro you going, Harry?" she said. "When do you expect to corno DOCKf "The Black Dragon's bound around tho world, I beliovo," ho responded, "and as to coming back well, it will bo years ocioro 1 seo 1110 Headlands again, guess." Then a sudden light blazed up in his eyes. "Shall you miss mo when I'm gono, do you iiiinn, eyriar ' 110 asked. A swift rose color bloomed In hor fair cheeks, and her eyes overflowed with tears. "Harry," sho said, her voice sweet with unspoken tendernoss, "I'm super stitious, you know. I want you to tako tins witli you," unclasping a slender gold chain from her neck. "I always hod u fancy that this Uttlo trinket possessed somo hidden charm. Put It oq your nock, please, and if you over aro left to the mercy of tho wild waves, it will save you, may be, as it did me." At moonriso everything was ready, and with his knapsack strapped across uis snoutaers, Marry 6tood in tho door way, "Good-by, father!" his voice husky, "Uood-by, Harry. Mako a man o' yourself beforo you cast anchor again." "Ay, ay, father!" Then ho broko down, and pulling his cap over his eyes Btrodo away without another word. One after another tho seasons followed each other. Tho gray moss on the old tarmhouso root grow lamer and thicker fho old captain was getting rheumatio and dozed away the uftornoons In the chimnoy corner, and Aunt Sarah was losing 6om!thIi)g of her old bustling ac- Beautiful Svrlal Tho nromiso of her girlhood wns bolng dovolopod Into glori ous maturity But sho mlght.havo been pearl, ns tlicy called her. in hor loy secluslvcness. for all tho human feeling she seomed to assess. Every day tho Black Dragon was lookod for, and overy ovoning brought a disappointment. At last, ono golden afternoon, when sunlight streamed in yellow bars over tho sanded floor, and Syria had looped back tho curtains with clusters of scarlet ber ries and sprays of wintergreen, and ranged tho golden pippins in long rows ou tho mantle, In tho very midst of their expectation tho tidings camo, brought from tho city by n Ilsherman. Tho Black Dragon, homeward bound, took firo Just under tho lino, and overy soul on board perished. Hurry would nover como homol A sllenco moro solemn than death foil on the old farm houso. Aunt Sarah sunk beneath tho blow into f eeblo second child hood, and tho old captain grew moroso and sullen. Syria alone boro tho blow bravely. Fair and whlto as a pearl, she moved about with sealed lips and solemn eyes, taking all tho heavy household cares upon her slender Bhoulders and working from dawn till twilight. Then, when tho hush of night brooded over tho great sea, bIio took her solo recreation. Gliding down to tho beach, she would clambor to tho top of tho rough bowlder and sit for an hour looking out to sea, with her poor oyes full of piteous' expec tation. "No," sho said, "I won't forget; he'll como by and by; my littlo charm will bring him I will wait." At last thero camo an afternoon black with portentous omens. "I never bco sioh signs as theso at the Headlands only oneo nforo, and then we had a galo that Just shivered things and wo aro going to have it again." Tlio old flshorman was correct; about sunset It came, with a thundering crack and crash, as if tho very Jicavcns were being rolled together. "Tho guns have ceased," ho said, put ting on his oilcloth coat. '"Tho poor ship's gono. I am going down to the shore to seo what tho boys aro doing." "A bad night, cap n," ono of tliemsaid as ho nnd Syria approached. "Poor luck, captain poor luck! Wo tried putting out the boats, but it was no go tho galo was too hard. Wo picked up only that chap, and ho s done for." Syria s eyes followed his pointing fin ger, and bohcld stretched upon tho wet sand the figure of a man. "Hob nfft dead, father! sho cried. "Thero's warmth hero Indeed thero isl Lot's tako him up to tho house and try to save him." "Do as she bids you," said tho old man; and tho men obeyed. " 'Tis ho your son Harryl Don't you see? Will you wasto your precious time? Let us work and save himl" sho said. And they did. By and by a faint warmth diffused itself over his body; a dim rod shone in his palo cheeks, and ho murmured, Just abovo his breath; "Syrlal Syrial I am coming!" Syria heard htm, and without a word or a sigh dropped in a dead faint at ids very feet. In a few days ho entirely recovered and related his adventures. He had made his fortune and was coming homo to stay, and no ono was more happy than Syria. nut turoo weeks after thero was a grand wedding at tho old farmhouse, Capt. Harry Melville received for his brido Syria, the foundling, tho beautiful "hello of tho ocean," and their cup was full. Waverley Magazine fi Und Lost nis.Grlp. A middle aged man with a troubled look on his face stood on the corner near, the Central dopot and attracted the at tention of a passerby who inquired: "Can I do anything for you, sir?" "Stranger," said tho man, "I'vo lost my grip." "Oh, brace up," said the other in a cheery volco, "you'll get hold again if you push In. It happens to us all some timo or other. "I'm afraid I'll nover get it again,' said tho-other, sadly. "Nonsense, man. Don't glvo up now, when they've Just discovered the elixir of life," advised his friend. "Tako hold again liko a man." "What air you talking about?" askod the other. "I lost my grip with four new shirts in it, a new waistcoat, a pair of suspenders and my wife's photygraf t. Just givo me a chanco, and you'll see whether I'll tako hold of it or not," and ho walked off with a suspicious look at his late adviser. Detroit Freo Press. A Fortunate Woman. "There," said tho now lady of the castle, "aro tho graves of the former owner's ancestors. My ancestors," sho added, proudly, "aro all living." Har per s Magazine. lie Got It. Among the passengers on a western train yesterday was a woman very much over dressed, accompanied by a bright looking nurso girl and a sou willed tyrannical boy of about 8 years. Tho boy aroused the indignation of the passengers by hU continual shrieks and kicks and screams and his vlciousness toward bis patient nurso. He tore her bonnet, scratched ner nanus ana nnauy spat in her face with out a word of remonstrance from theaiother. Whenever tho nurse manifested any firm ness the mother chided her sharply. Finally the mother composed herself for a nap. and about tho time the boy had slapped the nurso for tho fifth time a wasp came sailing In and flew on tho'wlndow of the nurse's seat. The boy at once tried to catch it. Tho nurso caught U& hand and said, coax lugly; "Horry mustn't touch.. Bug will bite Harry." Harry screamed savagely and began to 1. 1 J , At ! niva. nuu puuuu vuo uunw. Tho mother, without opening her eyes or luting ner head, cried out sharply: "Why do you teoso that child so, MaryJ ijec nun navo wuat no wants at once." "But, ma'am, It's a" "Let him havo it. I say." Thus encouraged Harry clutched at the wasp and caught it, Tho scream that fol lowed brought tears of joy to the passengers' eyes. The mother awoke again. "Jlorv." she cried, "let him have Itl Mary turned in her seat and said, con- iu&euiyi "Bo's got It, ma'am!" Boston Journal. She Wus Heading About the President, .Nantucket is smiling at a little advent ure kil jjuif. jiurrisua uc mat place, 'mere is a - - ..uw.u viiojr oil baskets of odd shapes, and It Is the custom Bell with visitors to buy them as souvenirs of the place. Mrs. Harrison wandered In there alone the other day, and looking over the baskets, asked tho funny old woman who at tends tho store, and who Is of herself a char acter wortu seeing; "What is the price of this basket P holding uuu up. "Marked on the bottom." ply. Mrs. Harrison repeated the question, and the woman, with a most annoyed expression, glanced up from her paper and sold: "It's marked on the bottom; I can't be bothered to stop and answer questions; I'm reading about the President's trip to Bar Harbor." St. Louis Republic On the Tele-a-Tete. Alice Oh, I have begun taking French lessons! Grace How nice I Who is your teacher! Alice nerr August Stauftenbergeusteia 11 tz. draco An Italian f Lowell Citizen. 5 ffiSffiSaSKCTJffiSSHCTJKMiaiZara PURITY. Opposite Public Square, - We invite voiir attention to the fact that the continued nrosneritv of our nnnnlnr iWifw Establishment is due entirely to the factfthat we pay the closest attention to the' . Purity, Quality, Excellence and Effectiveness of all Drugs and Medicines old over our counters. In the purchase of Drugs and Medicines it is not so much a matter of cheapness with the people as it is of Purity, Quality and Effectiveness, but we combine all here cheapness and effectiveness, together with purity and excellence, not only in one article, but throughout our large stock of , ffllMUl We solicit your favors feeling confident that meritorious returns will receive your future patronage. TOILET ARTICLES, CIGARS, &c, &cc, in a very nice variety and of an excellent quality at lowest possible living prices. Wall Paper, Borders and Ceiling Decorations, in an extensive assortment, and in a multitude of prices, including all qualities and styles particular attention having been paid in the selection to the tastes and "purses" of our people. Our large sales in this line proves that our prices and goods are popular. Before purchasing else where don't fail to see our stock and learn prices. Popular Drinks Soda Water and Milk Shake. Find perfection here but come and try tht 111, practical demonstration proVes moro effective than a column of argument. tssg&ssaz FALL EXPOSITION -OF- imuss GOODS, -AT- REX & BROS. Prices L owest ! The colorings in this line of different weaves, includes nil the new shades and effects at prices that make them excellent values. We have many special things in Dress Goods, and all departments, that, if you exam ine, will he profitable to you. Robe Dkess Patterns a Speoialtt. We are headquarters for Black Goods, because we keep the largest and best line at pop ular pi ices. C. A. Rex & Bro. MAUCH CHUNK, PA. Dr. G. T. POPTTT.AR a warn mmm mwimi liftsi.ftp.tfiillv. 1 BOH MARCHE. Quality the Best ! Broad Cloths, Flannels, Tricots, Lftfties Cassimorcs, Serges, nonrlettiis, Cashmeres, Stride Flannels, Stripe Dress Goods, Plaid Jress Goods, Plushes, Tclrots, TriMlng Silk, Braids and Trimmings Hosiery & Underwear. 'S m - - Bank St., 7 HORN If QUALITY. i Lehigliton, Pa. Effectiveness.
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