THE SCBAirrOir TKIBU3rE SATOBDAT MOBNDT. - JULY, 4 1896.
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I STEALINQ THE PADRE.
By EDOAR MAYHEW BACON. O
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Copyright, 1896, by the
: PARTI. "
' When the king was In his twentieth
year the campaign of the Agua Alia
occurred. Upon resigning command of
the army I had promised Perpeta that
my fighting days were over, but from
.the time that the first gun was fired I
fretted and chafed. My oranges and
grapes no longer engrossed me, the rose
garden was untouched and the Henne
quln aloes went to pole unheeded.
Front the veranda of my house there
waa a clear view across valleys and for
ests to the mountains of Agua Alta,
and I spent my time In contemplation
of that prospect till Pepeta herself
brought me my sword and bade me go
and join Oen. Maduro.
Shame that I should say It, but I went
With alacrity. I had no anxiety, no
responsibility, no fear. Going as a vol
unteer, I forgot my gray hairs. I was
a soldier of fortune again, and my heart
bounded with youthful enthusiasm as I
bade adieu to my wife and rode away. I
reached Maduro's camp at sunset of the
second day after departing from home.
Four miles westward of the Agua Alta
It lay, on a little plateau, upon three
Ides of which was the forest. I had
.With me only, my. man, Antonio, who had
Z CALLED IN THE VOTCE MY VET
ERANS KNEW.
pervert me In the old wars as body (serv
ant, but would not have left me for a
fortune. The pickets passed us on till
we reached the headquarters of Maduro,
Whose welcome was evidently dumpened
by keen anxiety and vexation. I did
not have to look far for the cause.
Among the tires the men stalked about,
meeting in groups, gestlculatinir ex
citedly and paying no attention to dis
cipline. Their ollleers seemed to have
lost the power to control them and were
In despair. A soldier reads such Indica
tions as a physician knows the symp
toms of disease. He does not need to
hear any words: the murmur of sullen
voices Is a threat In itself. It means In
subordination. I turned twain to Maduro, knowing
that he would have something to say.
He answered my look:
"You see! I have used appeals and ar
guments In vain; they have been har
rassed by an enemy they cannot meet
cannot see till they are exhausted.
For four nights successively, in dif
ferent camps, we have been attacked by
some guerilla band that hides and scat
ters In the dark woods and utterly es
capes us. The soldiers have Krown
superstitious about It and exchange all
sorts of supernatural stories. I will not
be able to keep them In the tield long,
even with bribes."
"Your pardon, general," Said T, In
terrupting his confession of weakness.
"Permit ine to go down and talk to the
men."
"Willingly," lie responded, but added:
'It will be useless!"
I stepped Into the middle of them, and
(standing on a little hillock, close be
nlde a lire that I knew would light my
face strongly, I called In the voice that
my veterans knew: "Who was with me
at Chlco?" Surprise silenced every
Voice, turned every head. There was a
noment of scrutiny and then some old
wardog recognized nie and shouted:
"Arroya! It la the general!" In an In
stant, It seemed, the cry was taken up
by a thousand throats; "Arroya! Ar
roya!" It Was music to me. I knew the bray
ing of the faithful old hounds thnt led
the pack, and when, they had shouted
themselves hoarse and worked oft their
excitement that way, I raised my hand
for silence and they fell to listening, as
docile as children. ,
"Yes, my comrades; Iris Arroyo, who
has envied you your glory and could not
keep away. Your welcome has stirred
my heart as no other musio could, for
the old days when our blood reddened
the Chlco and we fixed our flag on the
wall at Bonlta. I. have come to fight
with you, to share your dangers and
your victories; not as captain now,
but as your comrade. Now that you are
in the face of the enemy again I know
that you will Justify the praise that I
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Gen. Maduro and glory in the service of
the king." Before they had time to say
a word or raise the shout that was In
their throats I led them in cheers for
Maduro, and I knew that that good
man's face must have brightened as he
heard them and understood that the
meeting was over.
I have seen men who, in Maduro's po
sition, would have been Jealous, but I
will do the general the Justice to say
that his was not a small nature; on the
contrary, upon my return to his tent he
greeted me with hands extended and a
warmth of expression that I could not
doubt the sincerity of.
"We have had no chance to strike a
blow," he repeated. "If I could give
the army one battle it would restore
their spirit; but what can I do with
an enemy who Is always out of sight?"
So he harped on that string. "The men
begin to be exhausted with the sleep
less nights. The strangest part of the
whole matter Is that they say that
our opponents are led by a woman."
"Oh! That becomes interesting.
Who is the amazon?"
"The wife, or rather the widow, of
Sanchez, the chief who was taken"
"Whose head you sent as a present
to the king?"
"The same. They insist that his
widow is a witch who protects her fol
lowers with charms and spells, and
that she is followed with blind devo
tion by the rebels, who idolize her."
"Truly that is nn entertaining story,"
said I, thinking what a good corre
spondent some Journal lost when Ma
duro adopted the profession of arms.
"Besides that," he continued, "the
Agua Alta seems to be bewitched."
The Agua Alta is a swift stream
that Is fed by tributaries from number
less mountain ravines. When there Is
a rain It becomesaRWiilleTr raging
torrent. The river was the boundary
of the territory of the rebels, whose
capital, Kl Llbertad, is perched upon
a precipitous hill crest that Is almost
Inaccessible. The city lies only six
miles beyond the Agua Alta, but Gen.
Maduro had not been able to cross
the stream with his artillery. Three
times he had essayed to build bridges,
and each time the river had swept the
structure away. The only permanent
crossing was an old Indian bridge that
swung like a hammock from, cliff to
cliff. Over that no large bodies of men
could be moved, nor the guns, without
which nn attack upon the stronghold
would be useless.
It was here that the father of the
king had been killed fifteen years be
fore, and I knew the ground well.
As the general and I conversed, a
rattle of musketry started us both to
our feet. "They are at It again," he
cried, running out as he spoke.
Several men had fallen: others were
scattered, seeking such shelter as they
could And. A wounded man crawled
towaiM a baggage wagon, behind which
a group of soldiers had taken refuge,
but a second ball killed him before
he reached it. On the right of the
camp the officers succeed in form
ing the men, who were for the most
part old soldiers, and returned nn In
effectual lire, that only provoked a
mocking yell from our assailants.
The confusion, however, did not last
beyond the first few moments of attack.
A degree of order was restored and then
a simultaneous, sweeping charge from
the sides of the camp drove the guerril
las from their position; but none of them
were killed, while we counted a dozen of
our force lifeless and more than double
that number who were wounded. After
this a stronger picket line was pushed
out and partial quiet succeeded.
With the sound of firing the old habit
of my military youth reasserted Itself,
and I seemed to understand things
without seeing them; to reason without
thinking.
"General, let me have thirty men
with fifty rounds each," I requested.
Maduro waved his hand toward the
already quieting camp.
"Take as many men as you like, senor.
It Is said that you know every veteran
in the army by nume. There are many
who have served under you; choose for
yourself."
Then I quickly chose thirty good
stanch volunteers out of the host that
pressed their service upon me. It was
an embarrassment of riches.
"Next time." I called to the disap
pointed ones that I was obliged to re
ject and so we made haste, on foot, to
reach the bridge. I felt assured that
with speed we might anticipate the
rebels, as they would not hurry after
the attack, haying, as they thought,
nnlshed their night work. .Well, I in
tended to cut out some more of a seri
ous nature-for them before the moon
rose.
At ten o'cloc k I was at the river. We
were early for our opponents. Sap
portez, an old sergeant, whose mettle
I knew well, whispered that we might
allow them to get upon the bridge and
then by cutting away the end, dash
them all Into the stream. The plan had
Its merits, but for many reasons I did
not like It. I though it a disadvantage
to destroy all communication between
the two sides of the river, and besides,
I have a prejudice against that way of
fighting.
We lay hid behind the bowlders that
were strewn by the side of the stream's
precipitous bank. We were to fire as
the foremost of the enemy reached the
bridge, charging them from the flank
and renr and chasing them across Into
their own country if our fire left any of
them to chase.
We hnd not waited very long when
about a hundred and fifty men ap
proached, with no apparent anticipation
of danger. Not a sound, hardly a
breath, from behind the rocks, till the
bridge was almost reached, when some
fellow of my party, too Impatient to
wait the word of command, pulled the
trigger and then the volley blazed out
and the veterans rone with a yeU. and
charged. The moon was now up and we
could see very distinctly by the bridge
a huddled mass of men who forgot their
recent pleasant excursion when con
fronted with retribution. Pell-mell
they ran for life, and our bullets did
much damage among them.
No doubt the rebels' fears magnified
our numbers.and I think that one of my
hardened old soldiers would have been
a match for any three of them at least.
The concentrated fire that poured into
the crowd soon reduced the discrepancy
In numbers and made our force more
even. Their struggle to cross was like
the flowing water through the small
neck of a large bottle. We had an ex
cellent opportunity to pay past scores
at our leisure. Having no desire to Join
the enemy in an involuntary descent to
the bottom of the chasm, I held my men
back till the last of the rebels had near
ly crossed and then tried to preserve
some sort of a formation, not knowing
what we might meet when the foe were
heartened by finding themselves upon
their own territory. The bridge was
swinging violently from the rush of
their mad retreat, bo that we lost a
little time in crossing;, and a good many
of them escaped us. We pursued them
for about a mile, and nothing; short of
total destruction could have surpassed
the punishment they received, I was
more than satisfied, knowing the impor
tance that this skirmish would have
in restoring the morale of the army.
I had called a halt and we were com
mencing to retire, when a groan from a
figure that lay by the path arrested
my attention Just as a soldier stepped
aside and raised his rifle to give the
coup de grace; an act of mercy under
the circumstances, since before morning
THE .VETERANS HOSE WITH 'A
YELL. .
the wild beasts would glean where we
had reaped. In the next Instant there
was an exclamation of surprise: "Saint
Iago! It is a woman!"
Interposing to prevent the intended
shot. I bent over the slight figure that
lay full in the moonllght.wlth loosened
hair streaming about the white face
and big eyes that shone like those of a
tigress brought to bay. She seemed
to be beyond the power of motion, but
there was no lack of intelligence in that
glance. Sapportez had come near, and
with an oath exclaimed: "It is the very
one; that Is the witch herself."
Was It true, then, after all, what the
soldiers said, that the Insurgents were
generated by a woman? If so, the cap?
ture was an Important one. I demanded
that she give an account of herself, but
whether she could speak or not I did
not know. At all events, she kept a
resolute silence. "Speak, you she devil!"
and one of my rough fellows put out his
hand as though to shake here. I stern
ly ordered that no harm, be done the
prisoner, and then with such gentleness
as the circumstances permitted I lifted
the little figure to ascertain where her
wound was. The blood was soaking the
side of her Jacket. She was a mere girl
in appearance and was clad in a non
descript costume that was half femi
nine and half military.
"Some girl who had gone to meet her
lover at the bridge when he returned
from the attack upon our camp," I
said.
"No, general," protested another of
my men; "I saw her once before. That
woman was with the foremost of those
who passed our ambush tonight, and I
have Been her, too, when her husband,
Sanchez, was executed." I could feel
the start of the form In my arms as
that name was mentioned and saw the
fierce look of rage and hate which she
flashed upon the speaker. Then I knew
that this was really the very, crown of
our victory.
PART II.
In a moment she turned her face to me
again. "General! Gen. Maduro!" She
thrust her arm against my chest, nearly
forcing herself from my grasp by the
suddenness and fury of the effort. I
understood the hatred of the man who
had sent her husband's head as a pres
ent to the king.
"Not Uen. Maduro, my child. I am
Arroyo," For though Bhe was an ene
my she was also a woman, and I pitied
the little creature. At the name her
whole expression changed and she
looked at me with wonder and ques
tioning: "Arroya.? Arroya who was at
the Chico?" she cried.
"Yes, I am that Arroya."
"Save me as you are brave and mer
ciful, save me," she faltered. She
looked at the soldiers as though she
would have them further away. Un
derstanding that she might have some
thing for my ear alone, I ordered the
men to retire a little way, and when
they had done so she spoke quickly,
though with evident pain.
"Do you remember CoL Poey, who
was with you at Chico?"
"Poey, my dearest companion in
arms; he died long since. I owed my
life to him once on the battlefield.
Why do you speak of him?"
"Because I am Col. Poey's daughter."
The news stunned me. I could And
no words to express my astonishment.
As though in a dream I heard her say:
"I am mortally hurt. But I would not
die without the consolation of the
church of my religion. O, If you are
really that Arroya that my father lov
ed, get me a Padre that I may confess
and receive absolution before I die."
It would not be difficult, I thought,
to do as she wished if I had but a place
to leave her; for it was very evident
that an attempt to move her to our
camp would be fatal before we could
reach It.
"Is there no house or cabin near?" I
asked.
"There Is a hunter's cabin about half
a mile from here," she gasped. "It Is In
the footpath that turns to the left as
you go towards the river."
Ho we lifted her carefully and carried
her slowly to the hut she had indicated,
and in that rude and Inhospitable shel
ter we laid our burden, who had fainted
from the loss of blood and the pain of
her Journey,
"Quick," I directed Sapportez. "Go to
the camp; take a dozen men with you
for safety, carry thin (a note I scribbled
to the general) and bring back your
Padre."
But Sapportez said: "General, we have
no Padre In the camp. We had two.but
one died of the fever and the other ac
companied his body back to the city to
celebrate mass for him."
Here was a dilemma which had not
been anticipated. Just then Antonio
came up to me.
"Antonio," I asked, "do you know Et
Llbertad?"
"As well as I know your house, senor,
I was born and raised there." v
"Stay Sapportes. You will not go to
the camp, but I will leave you In com
mand here to guard the prisoner.. Dis
pose your men well, recollecting that
you are in an enemy's country. Place
your pickets carefully; guard the lady
in the hovel yonder with your Jlfe, If
necessary, against any harm, but do
not on any account permit a rescue,
and rather than have her taken from
you alive kill her with your own hand
first. Do you understand?"
"Yes, senor. Perfectly. I am to kill
the witch-"
"No, no!" I exclaimed. "That is
only as the last alternative; when you
find that your life will no longer serva
to keep her from being rescued. She
is to be cared for until I return. Nuw,
do you comprehend?"
"I understand, senor."
"Then come, Antonio." W e reached
the main path, and I had turned toward
El Llbertad before Antonio, who was
a well-drilled servant, ventured to ask
a question.
"May I be pardoned, senor but where
are we arolng?"
"To Kl Llbertad. You are to show
me some way by which we may enter
the city undetected."
"But. senor! To attack the garri
son? Only two of us?"
"No, no. But only to steal the
Padre, Antonio."
We had gone another mile before
the man again addressed me. "Par
don, my general, but here are three
dead by the path."
"Well, -what of it?"
"Their clothes might bs convenient
as a disaruise."
We approached them, and some night
creature fled snarling away into the
dark. I exchanged my coat and hat
for those of a dead rebel, and Antonio
did the same, hiding ours in a con
venient place. Then we pushed on rap
idly towards the city, my man leading
as we drew near till we reached a
shaded wall, at the end of which was a
little white house. Upon the wall he
got, ana I followed in silence. At the
little house we clambered down again
Into an overgrown garden and up a
circuitous path that was only broad
enough to permit us to travel in single
file, but which was worn,, hard with
frequent use. It seemed as though we
had made a detour of half a mile, con
stantly ascending, when Antonio de
parted from the path by a trail that
was hardly -visible in the moonlight,
and a few moments later we were re
moving: an overgrowth of vines from
the dark mouth of a walled culvert
that pierced the masonry that defended
El Llbertad,
"It la the old drain," whispered An
tonio. "There Is a lumber shed now
on the other side, and the people have
forgotten it. We boys used to use it
when we would steal pines from old
Pedrasa'a garden."
I hated to put foot In the uninviting
passage, not knowing what moment I
might feel the fangs of a serpent in
my leg;; but there was nothing else
to do. We reached the other extremity
in safety, and crossed ourselves as we
emerged into the shed.-hlclnvas half
full of old barrels and rubbish that
the builders had left.
"Now, where Is the priest's house?"
"It is there, on the corner, senor.
There are two there who live together."
"Two? The devil!"
"No, senor, both Padres, I assure
you."
"But, loo you, Antonio. We do not
want two. One will be plenty for our
purpose. Perhaps they are not at
home, as there Is no light in the house?"
"No, senor, they are both at home.
Do you see those little red sparks on
the veranda?" Sure enought, there
were two polnlts like the eyes of an
animal. As we looked one described
a seml-clrcle and returned to its first
position. They were the cigarettes of
the reverend companions.
"There is no time to be lost, An
tonio; you must take away one of them,
and I will kidnap 'the other."
"But how?" asked Antonio.
"Listen. You have an errand from
the sick. Do you hear that uproar In
the distance? That Is the noise of a
woman walling over the dead. There
will be some wounded there too. A
wounded man has called for the Padre.
Go quickly, Antonio, and be sure you
"I AM COL. POEY'S DAUGHTER."
take the largest one with you, if there
Is a difference. If you lead him yonder
some one will be sure to want him."
The servant went. He stole back
in the shadow until he had gone far
enough to be out of Bight of the house
on the corner, then, emerging boldly
Into the street, passed me running,
and so came to the Padre's door I
could hear their voices as they spoke,
parleying end debating until one of
them flung his cigarette Into the street
and directly passed my hiding place,
guided by the invaluable Antonio.
Rising from where I had crouched,
as soon as they were out of sight I
crossed the street and knocked at the
door. The remaining Padre, who had
gone inside tha house when his com
panion went away, came to the door,
and X besought him to accompany me
in haste to see a wounded soldier.
"Bother your wounded man," he an
swered. "There was a fellow here Just
now on a slmlllar errand. Those wound
ed all belong to the other city district
anyhow, and they have Padres enough
there of their own to attend to them.
I do not like to interefere outside Of our
own cure." With this he would have
shut the door in my face but that I put
my foot against it. He was angry at
my boldness, but I made haste to say
that the wounded man was in his own
district and was rich. He was little
moved by this, to do him credit, end
barely allowed the door to remain open
between us while I spoke. I was afraid
I should have to commence to use force
there and that would have been incon
venient. Though he was a small man,
I might be seen carrying him across the
street and a rescue would be attempted.
However, I had another card in my
pack.
"I was sent by his daughter. Padre.
Such a beautiful girl, who Is all alone
and she will not be comforted."
The Padre reached for his hat.
"Why of course; It does not become
my cloth to refuse to go upon errands
of mercy, but you see what time it is?"
It was, indeed, one o'clock.
We were opposite the shed when I
seized him and covering his mouth so
that he could make no outcry retired
Into the tunnel like a spider who has
caught a large and vigorous fly. Here
I made haste to secure and gag him
well and then rested and waited for
Antonio. He came almost Immediately.
I heard his approach and hailed him In
a low tone. He responded Joyfully:
"Have you got him, senor?"
"Tes, I have him here; make haste, If
we are to finish this night's work in
time."
We hurried with all the speed that we
could. We were on the road, if road it
could be called, being but a half-made
pathway for donkeys snd their burdens,
before we set our captive on his feet
and spoke to him.
"Padre," said I, "I am sorry to put you
to this inconvenience, but there is a
woman wounded In a hut near the river
and she requires confession and abso
lution before she dies. Will you walk,
and so expedite this business, or must
we carry you? Do you consent to
walk?" He nodded his head.
"Do you also agree, on your honor, to
make no noise or outcry if we remove
the bandage from your mouth?" Again
he signed assent.
No sooner had we loosed him and
I SEIZED HIM AND COVERED HIS
MOUTH.
removed the gag than he turned to me
with a grave face. "It is Donna San
chez?" h aalrl Innulrlnalv. When I
assented he added: "No one seemed to
Winw what hail heoome of her. But how
came she in your charge? , Why this
secrecy 7 wno are you ;
"As for that, father, she Is a prls-
an.i whila T vii wllllna to fetch
the church to her I was not willing to
surrender her person, nor my own, ior
that matter, to tne reoeis at .ioer
tad." "T.t ii a ttiaIcp haste." was all the an
swer he made, nor did he say anything
more during ine remainaer vi uur jum -ney.
In fact, our pace was not a good
one to encourage conversation, and I
doubt if the churchman was accus
tomed to such violent exercise. When
we finally reached the hut Sapportes
saluted and said:
"All has been quiet, general, but you
have come none to soon, for I think
she Is only waiting for the consolations
of the holy church."
I went Into the hut with the Padre,
and the dying woman turned to ine a
face that was pitifully white, even in
h rkra nf the smoking torch that
Sapportes had placed at the doorway:
The poor creature s greai eye wkit
full of gratitude that my heart smote
me for having been the cause of her
wound. Of all the foes that I have slain
or caused to be slain during my life of
warfare I never regretted one bo much.
Crossing the cabin to her side. I knelt
and placed my hand on her forehead.
She took it in hers and attempted to
kiss it, but I would not allow that, but
bent over and kissed her brow Instead,
for the sake of her father, the compan
ion in arms that I loved. So I left her
with the priest.
In the early dawn the padre came
out from the hovel, and there were
traces of tears in his young face.
"She is gone," he said, quietly; then,
holding out his hand, added; "Senor
General. I thank you for abducting
me." . .
"I need the church's pardon for that
violence. Padre."
"That is granted. And now tell me,
will you add to the kindness already
done and permit us to bury her?"
That required thought To have let
her go back alive, though In the throes
of death, would have been to invite
concealment of her death and leave her
name still a tenor to our people: but
now, with her end so attested, there
could be no objection. Still. I was
willing to shape the conclusion of tne
affair so as best to serve the Interests
of the king. The padre was waiting
patiently for my answer.
If at noon tomorrow an escort from
El Llbertad comes with a nag. of truce
and requires the body It will be deliv
ered at the further end of the bridge
This waa the reply I finally made to his
ThTtime asreed upon had not arrived
when Gen. Maduro and a large detac h
ment were In position with such mil
itary pomp as our circumstances per
mitted, and the chieftalness lay In
state, awaiting the escort with the flag
of truce. At noon the party appeared
with the little Padre and some dig
nitary of the city in the lead and be
tween them the flag. In the distance
there was a crowd of people with many
women among them, wailing so that
we could hear their lamentations above
the brawling of the Agua Alta.
We delivered the body as I had agreed
and with all possible ceremony and re
spect To this Maduro had consented
with 'difficulty and sorely against his
will- but when, on the following day,
another flag followed, resulting in ne
gotlatlons and the capitulations of El
Llbertad. he embraced me and would
have it that I had done alone what he
and all his army had failed to do. As I
had said, Maduro's nature was not
small nor his disposition Jealous.
By my front door is a settee where
Pepeta sits with her Spanish lace em
broidery, while I in my arm-chair study
some authority on fruit culture or the
care of roses. There we were the day
after my return from the shortest cam
paign of my life, and I was telling
Pepeta the story I have written here.
As I told It the tears dropped on her
lace and on her hand, and I could not
see her eyes, but the lashes were wet on
her cheeks.
WEAK HEN
CURED AS IF BY MAGIC.
Victims of tost Manhood should send at
once ior a dook
that explains how
full manly vigor
Is easily, quickly
and permanently
restored. Nomas
suffering from
wtakncM can af
ford to Ignore this
timely advice,
Book tells how
Sfull strength, de
velopment. and tone are imparted to every
portion of the body. Sent with positive
proof8(sealed)re to any man on application.
ERIE MEDICAL CO., BUFFALO.N.Y.
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Tale Itaimuir
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fromCalSa, SaraTaraat,
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la socket, raadr to 9n on Brit Indication of cold.
C'aatlaaaS UN KWertm Parntaneaa Far.
BiUefMMonniranteedorinoner refunded. Price,
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For sale by MATTHEWS BROS, and
JOHN H. PHELPS, Scranton, Pa.
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At a time when many manu
facturers and dealers are making
the most astounding statements
regardin g the merits and durabil ity
of inferior Pianos, intending pur
chasers should not fail to make
critical examination of the above
instruments.
EL C. RICKER
General Dealer In Northeast'
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New Telephone Exchange Building. IIS
Adams Ave., Scranton, Pa.
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61,827 BARRELS OF FLOOR
days' run at FlllsbU17'8 "A" Mill, and over One Million
barrels in the past six months, runilag Six Days a Week,
the highest reooiti of any mill in the world. Mr. Fills
bnry, the maiager of the Tillsbury "A" Mill, Challenges
kay 1(111 in the World to come within 15,000 barrels of it
in a six days' run. The Pillabury Washburn Floor
Hills Co., Limited,, not only own the largest mill in the
world, but make the BEST FLOUR.
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C. P. flatthews Sons & Co.,
Mill Agent,
Mrtbeeatera Pass's
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THIRD NATIONAL BANK
OF SCRANTON.
Capital, - - $200,000
Surplus, - 300,000
Undivided Profits, 64,000
Special attention given
Accounts.
3 Interest Paid on Interest Deposits.
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