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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
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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!
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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.
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"I henrd of a chnnco to buy some
phosphate beds up country for almost
a song, nnd I made a successful deal
there. Now I am negotiating with n
New York syndicate for them. If they
pay my price I will he a rich man."
There wns something btrnngely pa
thetic In his attitude and expression,
despite tho ring of triumph In the Inst
words.
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.
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.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.
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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,
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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.
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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.
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