10 THE SCRANTON TRIBUNE-SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 7, 3 807. AT THE END OF THE ROUTE. ; (From the Journal of Miss Elizabeth Northrup.) KATE JOKDAN, in the Mngnzinc of Travel. f Mornlnj?. The "Florida Special" shoots onward, like tho loadstar to tlio magnet. We have paused J'hlladel phla, the Krouped smoklnK chimneys of Wllmlngton.nnd arc dnrtlnK strnlght toward Washington. I have my shoul der hnlf turned away from Aunt Elsie, and, with my head well back, sit star ing at the raln-drenchcd panes, for It Is pouring with n vehemence that makes every close-growing tree a small cataract, February. New York nnd Its gray, slushy streets left far behind. St, Au gustine, nnd a two weeks' drifting upon Its blue waters, our objective point. It Is a prospect to cheer any heart except mine. Here In a theorem for a moral phi losopher; a woman, young, free, of un deniable beauty and Independently rloh, miserably unhappy, with friends In plenty, yet alone. Ah! the one fnco which rises before me, the look of pain, love, nnd self-awakening In the eyes; It follows me nnd keeps peace away. Yes, tho memory of that look turns all my roses to dust, Slinll I continue my scilbbllng, and write the story on this wild dny of rain and wind, ns the train benra us with meteor-like swiftness over the bhlnlng mils? My letter-pnd and pen cil nro temptingly alluring nnd the desire grows to ore the thoughts that torment me congeal themselves on pa per. Theie Is no bettor way of foi get ting some things than by talking of them. Beside mo lies one big, looto rose,' to help mo fancy, by tho brenth from, Its glowing heart, that It Is sum mer In the North, a lost summer, a heavenly Juno again. , All my life I had known Rufus Dar row. He was a pseudo-cousin, Aunt Elsie's son, and she my mother's step sister, and my chaperon when fate left me orjihaned, As far back ns tho days when life meant a run across n meadow and tho division of a penny cake, Unfits and I were chums. When the hobbledehoy period was past, and he came home from college, I from school, he became like my other self. Ft lends? There was something more In Rufus's eyes, a good deal more In my heart. Four years ago and summer time, the luscious quiet of n June night stealing through the windows nnd holding New York under a spell. We were not going out of town until late that year, nnd, ns If to oblige us, the summer retained tho breezes of spring, the sun fccemed half asleep. I was sitting In tho wide window-seat watching the long rows of shuttered houses, and the street lamps like senti nels in the twilight. My heart was heavy. I was thinking of Kufus. On that June night I admitted to myself that I loved him, and the sting of the afterthought made an ache rise in my throat. Had this feeling grown In mo through the long yeais, creating its own ideal, twining nround Rufus Dar row, deifying his look, his voice, his footstep and was It all a mistake? I was proud and ambitious. Both these characteristics seemed lacking In him. He was giadually becoming known ns a club man, an Idler, an ex travagant exquisite, with a nice taste in boutonnicres. Since his return from college, two years before, he had attempted study ing medicine, and had lightly given It up. Civil engineering had ended ns disastrously. Ho commenced writing a play, but did not llnlsh It perhaps this was Just as well. A few weeks In the banking house of a friend was pro nounced drudgery. He said he was "drifting," and occasionally "took a flyer in stocks." Ho was lukewarm in his pleasures, too, unless they were In some way connected with water and a boat. He owned a sail boat, a eu noe, and was considered one of the crack yachtsmen of n "swagger" club. Meanwhile, tho money which sup ported his golden idleness was mine, although he did not guess it. (Darkness, like a great bird's wing, interrupted my story here, as we plunged into the gloom of tho tunnel at Baltimore. It was like a foretaste of the gloom that was to follow the lonely hour's revery I described. But the day and wavering sunlight through storm clouds are now visible again as we are borno on to Washington.) The house was ho silent that dav. that when a footstep sounded in the hall it had the effect of a summons. No need to ask whose it was. Rufus came in nnd Hung himself into a chair opposite me. "How pretty you are Bess," he said, after a pause, taking one of his care fully booted feet Into lazy embrace; "the light on your cheek and chin, with the shadow underneath, the luminous points in your eyes ah, If I were a painter!" I did not reply, but sat with tho half regretful, half-Joyous feeling of being dominated, which always came over me when with him, I looked at his thick, fair hair, dark eyes, clean-cut, strong features, the look of purpose and Independence In his pose, and won dered If Nature could have made this fair-seeming but a mask for puerility. Perhaps I betrayed these passionate questions of my heart, for suddenly Rufus came to mo with hands out stretched, and I heard from his lips the words of which I had often dreamed. In the high window-seat I was ubovo him. He clasped my hands and looked up at me. "I -do lov you so, Bess. You know It well! I have always loved you tho best' In me is yours. One look Into your sweet eyes, and I feel a happiness that Is the nearest thing to heaven Cooking Experts n ( - ,Say:f. "Not a pound of lord per year Is consumed in our kitchens, and wc conscientiously ndviso the public at to use almost any other fat." Marian JIariand and Christian Terhune Ilerrick, page 147, National Cook Book. Use COTTOLENE that pare, wholeiome, vegetable food product. Bettor than tho best nnd purest lard, ana Is strongly endorsed by physicians for H healthful qualities. 1 no genuine Cottolene Is sold everywhere in ono to ten pound tins, with our trade-mark "OaUolene" and Jlrr head in tolton-planl wreath on every tin. Nov guaranteed If told In any other way. Made onl v bv ' ' THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANV.tfjyrtr' " -cnioAao, bt. Louis, bt yobk, atomrrtaux. HMHmMiMmvMMmmm i this old earth holds. Do you lovo ms, Bess? Ah, you do? I know I'm a care less fellow living only for today but, dear, It won't be nlways bo. You'll see when my chance comes " A cry broke from me, nnd I flung his hnnds a way. "Don't say any more! please don't. I can't bear It," I said, with a good deal of fire; and ho fell back, his face white, tho look of a man wondering nnd half-asleep crossing his eyes. "Bess you mean " he com menced. "I mean," I said, slipping down nnd facing him, "that you must not speak of love to mo, Rufus. My heart Is full of pain to watch you. You aro not what I dreamed you would bo not what the man I love and marry must be. Do you think a proud woman could give her heart to a trlller like you? Yes," and my voice was harsh with pain, "that's what you've become!" He stood absolutely quiet, his eyes dull. My words came fast. Ah, how long I had choked back these thoughts! Tonight he had given me tho oppor tunity to speak, and I meant to take It. As I passed him, and paused half-way toward the door, ho still did not turn his eyes to me. "When you have proven that you possess ambition and courage, come to me;" my voice failed how hard It was! "I will listen then, Rufus." Aunt Elsie and I weic dining alone a few days later. How chilled and un happy I was! All the rose color had been brushed from my life by the words I had spoken, but I did not re gret them. I noticed that my aunt was pale, and when the maid had left us with des sert she took a letter from her pocket. "My dear," she said, and commenced to cry. "What Is it now?" I nsked, though the words were neodJass; I had not lived with Aunt ElsJfon- years with out divining her tactics 4hey were not subtle. "Really, I don't know where the money goes! I can't bear to ask you for more after the last thousand. 1 promise " "No, please," I said, wearily, "no promises! I am so tired of them. You shall have the money. But, Aunt Elsie, how long Is this to continue? You live five times beyond your annuity. I have broken Into my principal twice to serve you. I would do much for you, but " Her sobs answered me. Really, these weeping women provide themselves with an Invincible shield. "It's Rufus," the moaned; "I can't bear to tell him. He thinks he Is rich. brought up with thnt Idea oh, It's hard for me! And his debts! Poor boy, he doesn't know how large they are and how they crowd me!" I could not see the crystal bowl be fore me. Tho smarting mist over my eyes changed It to a jinLsmatlc brilli ancy that blinded me, "And how much longer," I said slow ly, "are you going to let Rufus depend on you? Why don't you spur htm to work? How can you harbor this un manly, helpless spirit in him?" I'askcd contemptuously. "My money has paid for his luxuries and debts he does not dream of this, of course. But it's scarcely better to be nothfng, promise nothing, and live on your bounty!" "I will tell him, Bessie dear. After this two thousand, I promise he shall know his true position. My losses came through trusting to Piatt's schemes I lost nearly all that should have been Rufus's. What If ho reproach, hate me?" she whimpered, in servile adora tion. The end was as usual, and Aunt El sie kissed me, and ns she did so wo were startled by the sound of the street door sharply closing. It had the effect of a blow; we looked at each other In dead silence. "Who went out?" I asked the serv ant who came in answer to my sum mons. "I don't know, miss, unless It's Mr. Darrow but he only came In a few moments ago." Rufus did not return that night. Wo heard nothing from him for a week, then two letters came, one for his mother, full of tenderness for all she had done for him, yet chiding her to ward the close, for having kept him In Ignorance of tho true state of her af fairs, and bitterly condemning himself; the other for me, a mere blotted scrawl: "No wonder you despise mo. When I lcok back and think, I feci as if a century of repentance and honest effort could not wlpo out tho scars left by tho humilia tion of ono terrible moment. I shall never bo worthy of you never! I will never see you again, and you will forget mo completely. But, some time, every penny of the money drained from you will bo paid, nnd by me. Walt for that day. It will come." I have not seen Rufus Darrow since. Letters mailed by a lawyer In New York, who guards well his client's se cret, have reached me at Intervals, each containing large sums of money, and a slip of paper bearing his signa turenothing else, not one word. Ah, how I dread yet yearn for the coming of those letters! How often my heart has been full of desperate longing and hope ut sight of them, only to feel the old surge of pain and fierce regret, as money, always money, nnd the bold, black signature along meet my gaze. My story, though an unfinished tnle, is done. Rufus! Rufus! My dear, my dear I had not meant to be so cruel ly and Inexorably taken at my word. If I could know where you are happy or sauf une line from you Just one! mmm .V-JL-.? Rut you will not send It you will never send It, I know. The next day I folded up the con fession of my Boro heart yesterday, nnd put it way. But I shall continue to keep notes of my Journey. It saves tnlklng to Aunt Elsie, if nothing else. Wo left Richmond about hnlf-pnst six last night, were all night reaching Charleston, nnd now, In tho sunlight of a morning so golden it seems to hnvo been freshly coined in henven, wo aro hurryinc to Savnnnah. The train rumbles through heavily wooded country, past tho great phos phate bedM where negroes bend at work, along the very edges of cypress swamps, within nrmB reach, it seems, of the moss-hung trees and tho wild enno brakes, suggesting the solitude and luxuriance of African Jingles. There Is no life visible except at rare Intervals a lonely negro at a cabin door, nothing modern or made by man snve our luxuriously appointed train flashing over substantial drawbridges, waking echoes In that dank solitude that murmur of civilization. Thus tho day passes, broken only by tho stop at Savannah, until with a snort and shriek the train draws up at Jackson ville, once so mighty, now but a satel lite among the comets. It sighs of de parted grandeur, and days that are no more. Few passengers alight, the ma jority going on to St. Augustlne.whlch place we reach as the sun is filling tho west with nil the prismatic tints one sees In a dolphin's back. Night. I have added nothing to my notes since our arrival here three days ago. Now, as midnight steals on, and I sit alone by the open window, I must subdue the fever that dominates heart and brain, nnd set down tho salient points of a new and wonderful story us they occurred. Of course, we came directly to the Ponce do Leon. Surely that dead and gone Spanish explorer, cavalier, nnd courteous senor, who sought for tho fountain of perennial youth In this blossoming land, could have no more delightful memorlam than this hotel. Oh, the ben'uty of Its gardens and broad, llower-fllled Spunlsh court! Who can forget the breath from orange bloom circling around It In tho sun shot air, the sleep notes of distant cathedral bells, the flavor of salt from tho acres of blue sea tho thrilling sstralns of tho band voicing the fuerul query of "Nadty." "What is love?" tho maiden faith; "Is It more than life? Is it more than death?" The laziness, tho rapture of it all crept nround me like a spell. Romance was In the air, and I felt my heart stir with the old pain of love. Bobble Lawnton was enough to dis pel the exotic dreaminess. He wns waiting for us with his party. His broad, shining face, with Its vapid, blase smile, surmounted by a. straw hat of unusual proportions, beamed upon us both. We were to bo guests upon his yacht. He was a millionaire, and loved me. As yet ho had not told me so, but he gave evidences of it af ter his fashion, and had confided tho slate of his heart to several of my friends. "So dear of you to come!" he lisped. "We'll go out for a sail tomorrow af ternoon, eh?" And we did. I shall never forget that first walk on St. Augustine's sea-wnll, and the sight of the light-tower gleam ing white upon Anastasla Island. "After all." I thought, as, leaning over the rail of the pier, I caught a reflection of myself In white llnnnel gown and sailor hat; "after all, there Is a Joy In being young and pretty.wlth line health nnd soul enough to feel the ecstatic beauty of God's earth. Let love fall as It will, one cannot be quite urhappy while there are days all sliver and blue, all flutter and whisper, like this." Out on the bay, where It was deeply blue, tho yacht was weighing Its anch or. It came nearer, and "lay to" be tween Anastasla Island and tho pier. We were rowed out to It, and soon, with a good deal of laughter and chaff, were safely aboard. Bobbie was master of the craft, and years of experience on the Sound and New York Bay had made him skillful. Wo sailed away. Tho boat went light ns a skimming kingfisher; the breeze just filled tho sails; the air was as ex hilarating ns the champagne cup served on the open deck; the murmur of tho waves following tho banjo's stifiins was like the accompanying voices of hidden mermaids. Who that saw me would have dicamed of the unrest in my heart? Who could have guessed that, as I chatted with Bobble, my sick fancy was really dwelling on that last inter view with Rufus Dai row, and wonder ing where in all the wide world he had hidden himself from me? Dinner was over, and wo had gone on deck again. But half an hour had passed, when a surprise bore down on us In the shape of a sharp, dry wind of startling fury, which had sprung up, It teemed, out of the very moon we had been watching only a moment be fore. Wo looked nt the sky. Tho stars were hidden, nnd a smoky veil was lashed, across the heavens. We looked at the sea. It was churning angrily, and tho waves rose ono above the oth er with a hissing sound. Bobbio bounded forward, his round face very pale In the lantern's light, he gave rapid orders in sea Jargon to the alert sailors, and In a few moments well-diiected confusion reigned. "AH go below," shouted Bobble; "there's a hurrlcano on us be pre uared," "Can't we get In?" cried one, in fear. "It will drive us shoreward and that's nbout the best thing. Fortunately, we are not far away. We've been sailing in a circle St. Augustine is Just ahead." The boat went on, swept by the wind, and after an hour of wear we were off the lighthouse. It was Impossible to make harbor, and the danger of being driven on tho sand-bars was now para mount In all minds. All night we were beating to and fro on the seething waters. Never was light so welcome as the ghostly dawn coming over the edge of tho sea. By this time the storm had sunk, and only tho undercurrent In the troubled waters gave evidences of its departed strength. Drenched, unhappy, and cold, after a sleepless night, we looked toward the distant, much-desired haven. The channel that led safely to It twisted, between hidden but dangerous sand bars, past the noso of Anastasla Island into tho safe "bay; the buoys usually marking tho channel's course had been shifted by the storm, and were useless as a guide. "There's nnthlnc we can do," cried Bobble throuch tho cabin, "but hang out slgnnls for a pilot boat." "Will that help us quickly?" I asked from the seat where I lounged, feeling unutterably weary. "The pilot will come, and be our guide. Ho knows every inch of the channel around here. A little later his voice sung out, ns ho thrust his head Into the cabin: "We'll be ashore In a Jiffy. The pilot boat is coming over the bar." Aunt Klile, from being supinely din aruntled, had become petulantly abu sive about tho non-success of the trip, and blamed Boliblo for the storm, ns If ho had been a malevolent Jove who had arranged It nil maliciously beforehand. Simply to esc.mo from her I went on deck. Tho sun hnd broken through tho gray wall of sky, nnd made tho bay bril liant. Fishing smacks were out In great numbers, but every eye was fastened on a largo snil-boat, skimming toward us like n great sea-bird. As It came nearer wo saw the pilot plainly. "The pilot on the bar!" said a man near mo; "the words have a pretty Kound, haven't they? It must be a fas cinating occupation to a man who loves the water. It Is venturesome, free. Even the money mndc from it has the charm of uncertainty It depends largely on the wealth or generosity of the men who own the yachts which tho pilot brings In. A good deal of money Is made by these fellows. Well, here's tho boat, and won't it bo good to got ashore?" The pilot was tall, nnd oven in nn old blue coat nnd slouched hat, even with averted head, there was a certain dig nity and elegance In his bearing. Ho turned and looked up at Hobble, mak ing a earless, graceful motion of greet ing. What had happened? ,Was I really awake? Had the world gone topsy turvey? A sudden curtain seemed to fall over my sight, shutting out tho bay, the housetops of the town beyond, the lighthouse all but the tanned, clear-cut face of the pilot, looklmr up and past me. Another second and our eyes met. I do not know what mine said; his, strangely hard and half-de-Jlant, said nothing. The pilot at the bar was Rufus Darrow. His boat sped on, showing the safo nnd devious windings of tho channel, and our yacht followed. When we had landed I looked everywhere, but though the pilot's boat lay nt Its moorings, ho had disappeared. As we turned nnd entered the cnrrlage that was to take us to the hotel, I saw a tiny house at a short distance from the water a bare, lonely place havlnc the Spanish roof seen everywhere In St. Augustine. In stinctively I knew thnt Rufus lived there; a volco whispered it to me. I do not know how that day passed. Like an uneasy ghost, I wandered through the patio and corridors, among tho gardens, down tho quaint streets, until at sunset I found myself but a stone's throw from the little house near the water. I wanted to see Rufus. I lonsred, with a desire that hurt my heart, to stand before him, to meet his eyes. Yet, with the feeling, there was a curious dread. Perhaps he hated me now. Perhaps In hit chosen isolation, he had found happiness in some simple woman's low, had married, "tho world forgetting, and by the world forgot." Perhaps But all surml'T's vanished, for tho cottage door opened, nnd Rufus came down tho path. His head was sunk on his breast, and his hands were in his pockets. As ho turned, the western sunlight struck his eyes. Impatiently he looked up and saw me. Ah, ho had kept his promise well! Ho had woiked. The worn, tanned face, th6 Intent eyes, were not those of the dreamer and Idler I had known. How strange Is reality from the fab ric of our dreams! I had often fancied meeting Rufus, and what tho first words between us would be words thrilling, strong. He only snld: "How do you do, Bess?" and lifted the slouched hat with tho old, easy grace. Rufus, we meet at last!" and I scarcely knew my tones, they trembled so. I held out by hand, "No," he said, half-turning away and looking out to sea, "not yet. I cannot touch your hand until I am free. Do you understand? Do you know what I mean?" he asked, facing me passion ately. "Soon I will be yes, soon. I have worked hard as pilot in the win ter season, and durinir the summer I have been assistant lighthouse-keeper; I saved, every penny, except what was actually needed for "bread nnd butter. Thank God that drudgery boon will end soon! Llste.n." He came c!oer, his daik, luminous eyes compelled my gaze, and the light from the west, rapidly changing from crimson to violet, threw its mystery nround us. Hotels and Summer Resorts. CRYSTAL LAKE, PA. The opening of this famous resort un der new management will take place early In June. Situated in tho southern corner of Susquehanna county on tho shores of beautiful Crystal Lake, Fern Hall Is one of the most attractive places In the State of Pennsylvania to spend a few weeks during the heated term. Every facility Is affordtd for tho en tertainment of Its guests. BEST OF Pure Mountain Air, Beautiful Scenery, Cuisina Unsurpassed, the table being supplied from Forn Hall farm. Postal Telegraph and Long Distance Telephone service In the hotel. 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I moved nearer, wild, nppcnllng words of love trembling on my lips, but n rough voice calling "Dnrrow" out of tho shadows came like n discord Into n troubled, tender song. I real ized that memories made a gulf be tween us, that It wns getting dnrk, that there was scarcely time to dress for dinner, and I turned nway Just as a bnnttnn.i came to Rufus's side. What did Bobble Lawnton think of mo that night? Restless, mocking, with feverishly bright eyes and a man ner not my own, I led him on to tell mo all thnt was In his poor, meagre little heart, and then refused to bo his wife, though I said something of the beauty and gentleness In a sister's love which was at his disposal. Bobbio was not the man to bo satisfied with this, however, and told mo so dolefully: he really thought his little heart was hope lessly hurt; I know better; you can't engrave anything lasting on dough. Of course, my conduct was contemptible. Poor Bobble, who went to bed drunk that night, was the missile I flung In tho face of the drowning Fate presid ing over my life. The thoughts of Rufus Darrow pur sued me; his tones were In my ears. I had never loved him better than that night, when he stood before me In the rough pilot clothes, refusing to touch my hand. Rest wns Impossible, and I went Into the gardens, mysterious with dew and moonshine. I know I clasped my hand"!, I know I wept, nnd that nn inarticulate prayer broke from my lips. When I looked up a negro boatman, holding a letter, stood before me. "Vuh pr.rdln, miss, but can yuh d'rec' me to Jest whnr I'll find Miss lemme see Miss Elizabeth Northrup so's I kin give her this letter d'rect'?" he nskd. "I am Miss Northrup. Give it to be," I said, a faint, sad stirring In my blood disturbing me, nnd I opened It Just beneath the electric light, pulsing like a creat white heart above me. It contained a few almost illegible lines from Rufus, praying to me to come to him Just for one moment. "Something has hnppened," I said to the negro, selzlnu his arm. "What? Tell me whnt?" "Mis'r Darrow's boat collided tonight. Just off the lighthouse. He is hurted bad, an' ah guess It's all up wld '1m. lie looks like spook, mos'." In twenty minutes I stood In Rufus's little cottage. It was a stranqe sight. A diminishing wood fire made the hearth red and mincled with the can dle's light, throwing a glow, that seemed not of earth, over Rufus's face. Ho lay on a couch, the brine-soaked shirt open at the throat, his face very white, a purple shadow on lids nrd cheeks. As I knelt beside him he stretched out his nrms and took me In a close, hungry ernbrjce. "How often you have been with me so In dreams, my dear!" he said, be tween difficult breaths. "Only In dreams. I never believed this could really be oh, never! By tho time I had paid all my contemptible debt I be lieved you would have forgotten me, that perhaps you would have married some lucky devil who had not, like me, misused his life. Ah, Bess, my pretty girl, my lovo from boyhood, my love now, give me the kiss that promises heaven, even though it means good by. As my fingers strayed through his hair I noticed tho irrny silvering It; I noticed the worn, young face and yearning pcs. Good-by? Oh, never, never! Theie was a prayer to God, as well as love for him. In thnt k-n. "You will live, Rufus," I said. In whispering, love-Inspired tones. "Did I find you at the end of the route, after this Ions', sad' time, only to lose you? Could Goa be so hard to us? Oh, no' You will live! We will be happy, dear!" A year later We are. HOTEL ALBERT, Cor. 1 lth Street nnd University Place, SEW YOKIf. One block ielnf Broadway. Noted for two things', COMFORTmiil CUISINE First-i'liiRi rooms ut SI. 00 a dny nnd up- ropcan pluu. L. & E. FRENKLE. L. & E. FRENKLE SPRING HOUSE, Heart Lak3, Pa. U E. Crofut, Prop. Strictly temperance, newly remodeled and furrished. Fine groveb, large lawn, dancing pavilion, croquet grounds, etc. Bicycle boat, sail boats, 15 row boats, fishing tackle, etc., free to guests. Take D L. & W. via Alford Station. Wrlta for terms. An establlihed hotel under sew menieement and thoroughly abreait of the timet. Visitors to New York will nnd the Everett In the Yer hestt -t tbe shopping dlitrlct, courenlent to puree of amuiement ana readily erceMtble from all parts ( the CUT. KOItOPEAN PLAN. WESTMINSTER HOTEL, Cor. Sixteenth St and Irving Placj, NEVA YORK. AMERICAN PLAN, $3.50 Per Day and Upwards, EUKOPEAN PLAN, $1.50 Per Day and Upwards. !E0. MURRAY, Piopmlw. WU. M, BATES. hSflSSDa D. L. M. BATi The St. Denis Broadway and Eleventh St.. New York, Opp. Orace Church. -European Plan. Rooms $1,00 a Day and Upwards. la a modott and unobtrusive way there are few better conducted hotels In the metropolis than tho St, Denis. The, great popularity it bis acquired oan. readily be traced to its unique location, Its homelike atmosphere, the peculiar' excalla'nce of its oulsluo ana service, and Its very moder ate prices. WILLIAM TAYLOR AND SON. ' u I il ll 'lili 11' 1, ,1 luiuua-m,,! IJL iilti ,'l igg ''' "'' '""""' l""' '"''"ilVm Jl II .llhlii'll .cgctablcPrcparalionfor As similating uteiooaatuiHce tiiig IlicStamochs arulBowcl PromotesDigcstion,Chcctfut ncss and Rcst.Contalns neither Opium.Morphlne nor Mineral. Not Nahc otic Jbcytar'CRdnrSiKVZZainmi. sUx.Stnna Jlmrmmt -JhQaiono&Sti IlimSitrl -flanfud Super . hriuyrM Harar. ApcrfccHlcmcdy for Constipa tion, Sour Slomach.Diarrhoca, Worms .Convulsions.Fcvcrish ncss and LOSS OF SLEEP. Tac Simile Signature oC NEW 'YORK. fqjmsssmsm EXACT COPY OF WRAPPER. -- "-" Directory of Wholesale and Retail CITY AND SUBURBAN iHil A m STUDIO. F. Bnntee 533 Spruce. AIIII.r.TIC AM) DAILY I'AIT.US. Helsman & Solomon, 103 Wyoming ave. atiii.i:tic ooods and hicyoi.es. C. M. Florey, 222 Wyoming avc. awninos am) nrnni:R finon. S. A. Crosby, 321 Lackawanna ave. BANKS. Lackawanna Trust nnil Safo Deposit Co. Merchant and Mechanics'. 423 Lacka. Traders' National, cor. Wyoming and Spruce. West Side Bank, 100 N. Main. Scranton Savings, 122 Wyoming. nr.DDINO, CAItl'I'.T CLEANING, ETC. Tho Scranton Bedding Co., Lackawanna, I1HEWEKS. Robinson, E. Sons, 433 X. Seventh. Robinson, Mlna, Cedar, cor. Alder. MICYCLES. GUNS, ETC. Parker. E. R., 321 Spruce. UICYCI.E I.IVEUY. City Blcyclo Livery, 120 Franklin. UICYCI.E KEI'AIKS, ETC. Blttenbender & Co., 313-4 Spruce street. HOOTS AND SHOES. Goldsmith Bros. 301 Lackawanna. Goodman's Shoe Store, 432 Lackawanna. uTiOKEK AND J i:VEI.EK. Itadln Bros., 123 Penn. CANDY .MAMTACTUIIEII. Scranton Candy Co., 22 Lackawanna, SAKPK1S AND WALL PAPER. Ingalls, J, Scott, 413 Lackawanna. CAKIUAG12S AND IIAHNT.SS. SImwell, V, A., CIS Linden. CAUIUAC.E REPOSITORY. Blume, Wm. & Son, 522 Spruce. CATERER. Huntington, J. C 303 ST, Washington. CHINA AND GLASSWARE. Rupprecht, Louis, 221 Penn ave. CIGAR MANLTACTUREK. J, P. Flore, 223 Spruce street. CONTECI IONERY AND TOYS. Williams, J, D. & Bros., 314 Lacka. CONTRACTOR AND IH'ILUER. Snook, S. M., Olyphant. CROCKERY AND GLASSWARE. Harding, J. .. 215 Lackawanna, DININ G ROOM. Caryl's Dining Room, C05 Linden, DRY GOODS. The Fashion, 303 Lackawannn avenue. Kelly & Healcy. 30 Lackawanna. Flnley, P. B., 510 Lackawanna. DRY GOODS. SHOES, HARDWARE, ETC. Uulley, Ambrose, trlplo stores, Provi dence, DRY GOODS, IANCY GOODS. Kresky, K. II. & Co.. 114 S. Main. DRUGGISTS. McGarrah & Thomas, 209 Lackawanna. LorenU, C, 418 Lacka.; Linden & Wash. Davis. G, W Main and Market. Bloes. W. S.. Peckvllle. Davles, John J., 106 S. Main. KNOINES AND 1IOII.ERS, Dickson Manufacturing Co. FINE MERCHANT TAILORING. J W. noberts. 128 N Main ave. W. J. Davis. 215 Lackawanna. Erlo Audren, 119 S. Main ave. rLOHAL DESIGNS. ' Clark, Q. R. & Co,, 201 Washington, FLOUR. IIUTTER. EGGS, ETC. The T. II. Watts Co., Ltd., 723 W. Lacka. Babcock Q. J. & Co., 118 Franklin. irLOUR, TEED AND GRaIN. Matthews C. P. Sons & Co., 34 Lacka. The Weston Mill Co.. 47-49 Lackawanna. XKCITS AND PRODUCE. I Dale & Stevens, 27 Lackawanna. I Cleveland, A. 8., 17 Lackawanna, FURNISHED lloOMS. Union House, 215 Lackawanna, trURMTUIlE. Hill & Connell, 132 Washington. Barbour's Homo Credit House, 425 Lack, .GltOCF.ltS. Kelly, T. J. St. Co., H Lackawanna. Megargel & Connell, Franklin avenue. Porter, John T.. 26 and 28 Lackawanna. Rice, Levy & Co., 30 Lackawanna, VMe. J. J.. 427 Lackawanna, SEE THAT THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE OF (&fWc&I (.IB ON THE WRAPPER OF EVEBY BOTTIjE OB1 GASTORIA Osstoris li jrat cp in ono-olie lottles only. It is not soli la bulk, Soa't allow anyono to sell you anything else on tba plon or promise tnst Ik Is "Just as good" and "will answer eTery par- pose," ht ceo mas yon goi u-a-c-i-u-o-i-x. Ti) flO- !nllo ms& j.1 tin t!g3UUt( er tipper. BUSINESS GENERAL MERCHANDISE. Osterhout, N. P.. 110 W. Market. Jordan, James, Olyphant. Bechtold. E. J.. Olyphant. HARDWARE. Connell, W. P. & Sons, 113 Penn. Foote & 8hear Co., 119 N. Washington. Hunt & Connell Co., 434 Lackawanna. HARDWARE AND PLUMIUNQ. Qunster & Forsyth. 327 Penn. Cowles, W. C. 1907 N. Main ave. HARNESS AND SADDLERY HARDWARE. Fritz, aw.. 410 Lackawanna. Keller & Harrlu. 117 Penn. HARNESS, THINKS, HUGGIES. E. B. Houser, 133 N. Main avenue. HOTELS. Arlington, Grimes & Flannery, Sprue and Franklin. Scranton House, near depot. HOUSE, SIGN AND FRESCO PAINTER. Wm. Hay, 112 Linden. HUMAN HAIR AND HAIR DRESSING. N. T. Llsk, 223 Lackawanna. LEATHER AND FINDINGS. Williams, Samuel, 221 Spruce. LIME, CEMI NT SEWER PIPE, Keller, Luther, 813 Lackawanna. .MILK. CREAM. IIUTTER. ETC. Scranton Dairy Co., Penn and Linden. Ston-j Bros., 308 Spruce. MILLIINER. Mrs. M. Saxe, 145 N. Main avenue. .MILLINERY AND DRESSMAKING. Mrs. Bradley, 206 AdaniB, opp. Court House. MILLINERY AND FURNISHING GOODS. Brown's Bee Hive, 221 Lackawanna, MINE AND MILL SUPPLIES. Scranton Supply and Mach. Co., 131 Wyo .MODISTE. AND DRESSMAKER. Mrs. K. Walsh, 311 Spruce street. MONUMENTAL WORKS. Owens Bros., 218 Adams ave. PANTS. Groat Atlantic 13 Pants Co., 319 Lacka wana ave. PAINTS AND SUPPLIES. Jlencko & McICce, 30G Spruce street. PAINTS AND WALL PAPER. Wlnke, J. C 315 Penn. PAWNBROKER, Green, Joseph, 107 Lackawanna. PIANOS AND ORGANS. Stelle, J, Lawrence, 303 Spruce. PHOTOGRAPHER. H. S. Cramer, 311 Lackawanna ave. PLI'MIIING AND HEATING. Howley, P. F. & M. P., 231 Wyoming ave. REAL ESTATE. Horatio N. Patrl-k, 326 Washington, It I' 11 HE It STAMPS, SIENCILS, ETC. Scranton Rubber Stamp Co., 533 Sprue street. ROOriNG. National Roofing Co., 331 Washington. SANITARY PLUMIIINO W. A. Wledebusch, 231 Washington ave. STEAMSHIP TICKETS. J. A. Barroh, 2I& Lackawanna and Prlceburg, ' STEREO-RELIEF DECORATION AND PAINTING. S. H. Morris, 247 Wyjmlng ave. TEA, COFFEE AND SPICE. Grand Union Tea Co , 103 S. Main. TRUSSIS, HATTI'.HIEiS, RUIltlER GOODS Benjamin & Benjamin, Franklin and Spruce. UNDERTAKER AND LI VERY. Raub, A. H., 425 Sprvce. UPHOLSTERER AND CAKPET LAYER. C. H. Haz'.ett, 226 Spruce street. WALL PAPf.R. ETC. Ford. W M., 120 Penn. 1 WATCHMAKER AND JEWELER. ' Rogers. A, E., 215 Lackawanna. WINES AND I1QUOKS, J " Walsh, Edward J 32 Lajkawanna, WIRE AND WIRE ROPE. Washburn & Moen Mfg C., 119 Frankll' ave. k L usj&i.
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