++ I- ± I > *'!«!• 'V 'l' 'l' 'l' 'l' 'l' '!■ ■!' 'l' 'I I-1- -1' * * j Marcia s Ride ii T * * T * p | By ANNE HLILMAN 1' 5 | Copyright. 1907, by C. H. Sutcllffe. . » ++++ ■»"!■ ■:* -i":*** »*»******❖**❖« • The sim was setting, as for weeks liast, in « hot. merciless glare, which made Its disappearance a iliwtiiic-t re lief. It cast no long afternoon shad ows, for between Marcia's eyes and the far horizon stretched only a rolling sea of prairie grass browned almost to a stubble. "See anything of pap?"asked a queru lous voice from the squeaky wooden rocker near the back door. "He's comiug," the girl answered list lessly. Then In a brisker, brighter tone: "How easily Bonnie Belle makes It! You'd think she was on her tirst mile, and I'll wager my new hat pa's kept that pace for the whole trip. Bless the pretty creature!" "She's a flue mare, Marshy. There ain't many In Nebrasky slicker, 'less It's Charlie Keith's roan," with a covert glance. "Well, If you'll dish the supper I'll get the butter an' preserves, hey?" "All right! Hello, father! Back again? How's Bonnie Belle?" "Chipper's ever. Marshy. See her reaeh for ye, darter. I vow she's got more sense than some hmuans. Sup per ready? How's ma?" "Better, and supper's on the table. I'll unsaddle Belle. Any mail, father?" "Waal, now, they wan't any letters, darter, but here's the paper. I swan but It's lively times down to I'rairie City. Boomers till ye can't rest, an' ye hear nothln' but braggin' about the Kiowa reservation an' the ride fer it nest Sat'day. There's settlers pllin' in by every train, an' cowboys an' blacklegs galore. Won't be nary chance fer an old feller like me. Yes, ma, I'm com In'!" He entered to the impatient invalid, tnd Marcia led her blooded mare to the shed stable. After removing the saddle and bridle the girl suddenly •roke Into a dry sob and leaned her •ad against the pretty creature's sleek e. Oh, why don't 1 hear? Where is e? It can't be tiiat little quarrel at rho rln«»*w» 1 »■-" loiu ijuMou"—]ms jiouately—"l only went with Uim be cause—because 1 didn't care to show I Charlie when they came up •: the same miuute. It would have en so marked! Why couldn't he tin stand? Men are Idiots!" alf laughing, half sobbing, she gave pet a gentle rub down, adding food, ink and a last caress. Then she earned toward the cabin. "We need rain awfully," she sighed, "as much as we need money. Oh, what a life! Work, work, work, and for what? If it Isn't grasshoppers, it's fires, and if it Isn't these it is sand storms and cyclones. There's no use trying to get ahead in this wretched country!" "What ye mutterin' over, Marshy?" called her father's big voice from the supper table. "Come in an' read tho news to your ma. The paper's full of it." "Of what?" sail! Marcia obliviously. "Why. wasn't 1 tellin* ye? Of the opening of the reservation an' the gov'- tnent givin' out the Injun lands. I swan, if 1 was younger I'd make a race fer it myself. 1 know Bonnie Belle could do it. She came from the city tonight in forty minutes and never turned a hair." Marcia began to read of that vast eruption of the stranger and the "ten derfoot" which was transforming the small, sleepy town into a noisy, blus tering, open all night, fakir ridden city nearing its hundred thousand inhabit ants, the better portion intent upon claiming a mie at the opening, while the remainder were us intent upon plunder, lawlessness and deviltry. Marcia read listlessly for a time, then with growing excitement. "It'll be a wonderful sight, pa. that ride. How I wish that we could get a town lot at Kiowa and make a home [ could teach then, and you could perhaps start a tuiil again," fa ther. and we'd give up lighting the storms and bugs on this old ranch. If you only could!" "Yes, darter, but I couldn't. How's a man to make sich a ruu when he can't move his bridle arm 'thout a pain ketchin' him? Pap's too old an' too clumsy, my girl." Marcia lay awake far into the night, thinking, plauuing, revolving. ••••••« It was nothing unusual for Marcia to ride over to Prairie City for a visit. She had schoolmates there who were always glad to see her, and possibly other Interests drew her In that direc - tion. It was the town Charlie Keith called home and in which he spent his bripf vacations. Here Marcia had met him ofteu in the past two years of her happy school life, and here she had, seemingly, Irrevocably otTended him by one of those sudden, girlish freaks, so Inexplicable to a lover. She had neither seen nor heard from him Rince. Her father noted the cessa tion of certain frequent letters and the sadness on his darling's beautiful face and longed to comfort her. When she askerl the next morning If she might spend the rest of the week with Hffie Darrow, In Prairie City, he gladlv gave consent. The next two days would have tested nhe resolution of most men and did sap the strength of inanx. as they stood In Hue under the blazing Nebraska sun blistered with heat, parched with thirst, gritty and l.llnd with the pow dered dust, watting their slow turn at tho registration booth. But Marcia was a determine gt,-| and was accnotomed to hardships. She had galloped milefl over the sun swept prairies, she had slept more than once with no roof above her bead and no couch beneath bei\ and she knew what endurance meant She had started on this mad scheme In a mood of strained excite ment. Her lover's continued silence, her hateful, monotonously barren exist ence bad wrought her feelings to a pitch where almost any act was possi ble; nor did the strain loosen until her registration was accomplished at sun set of the second day. It was frve minutes to 12 on that brassy, sandy swept Saturday, and Marcia Brooks, mounted on her brave chestnut, stood with many thousand others In that mighty line of battle, ready for the charge. Hark—a Run! The flag at the military barracks yonder drops to the ground. It is I lie signal. Instantly there is an answering vol ley from hundreds of revolvers dls : charged Into the air. Then, umld the roar, the smoke, and the yells from thousands of throats, the line of battle starts forward at a run. Marcla Is nearly paralyzed for an in stant, hut Bonnie Belle Is not. She is off like a bolt from a catapult, pound ing through the dust, straining at her bridle, leaving the lurching prairie . schooners ami ungainly farm vehicles rapidly In t lie rear. They soon outstrip the honest householders and arc among the reckless cowboys in the lead. These men greet her presence with rough cries of gallantry which make her : heart beat thick and fast. If she had I only stayed in the safer crowd behind! But Bonnie Belle Is quite beyond her 1 control now. The mare has settled to | her gall, and has no thought of any thing but first place In this heat. Marcla turns her head uneasily for a i glance over her shoulder, catches one swift, hazy glimpse of a face that Is familiar in spite of its dusty disguise and hears the sudden exclamation, | "Marcla!" The next instant the other rider's horse Is at her side, Ills hand is touch i ing hers, and for one blissful minute | she cannot see for tears us she uiur j inurs, "ilh, Charlie, I am so glad!" It Is the only explanation necessary. The glance, the tone of perfect trust, are enough for the most exacting heart, and from that moment the hard ride is i for both but a swift rush for Eileu. Side by side the two riders leave the ! seventeen miles behind tliem, and their »good steeds, reeking with foam, but still sound in wind, bring them to the | government quarters which mark the center of Kiowa just exactly sixty min utes after the signal gun. Charlie quickly stakes out two desir able claims, which will soon l»e worth i their thousands. Marcla cares for the horses as In st she can, when Charlie j stations her beside him to hold their ] own against the rush. It Is a wild, tumultuous moment, but : they are close together, and his hand I clasps hers, while he bends closer. "Marcia, dearest, you can give yout claim to the old folks. Mine is for you There'll be a minister along pretty soon, an 1 my tent is coining by the ' first pack train. Why should we wait' Let us lie married and begin right hert ! together. Will you, darling?" And clear amid the yells, the shoot ing. the mad rush of incoming settlers, half crazed with thirst, fatigue and ex citement, he plainly hears her honest "Yes." General Daumesnil's Leg. General liaumesnil's wooden and Iron leg is in the I'aris Military museum The warrior in question lost one o( his legs at the battle of Wagram, and when he returned to I'aris it was re j placed by a mechanical contrivance ol timber with iron springs. Although crippled, thi i>!il soldier remained in active service an I was In command o' the VlncentHM I'm In ISM when tin allies were i;T i'aris. It was to the troops of the anti-Napuleju coalition that General I'rtliniesnil said when cull<-il upon tr> .fivf. „p |,(, ,„ rli me have my le_r, an I then you can take Yinceiuies." The old general died in ISIK. deprived of his mechanical limb. It had been taken off while lie was ill in order to be repaired by a smith named Brou. living at Vinceunes. Brou kept tiie article and handed it down to his family, from whom it subse quently passed into the ownership of the municipality of Vinceunes. The j councilors of the artillery borough I handed it over to the war department, ! and it is among the most honored rel- I ies of French armies of the past. Gloves. The origin of gloves is very ancient. Some authorities assert that they were known in Bible times, from references made to "shoes" which were thought to he identical with gloves. The first clear account of gloves comes, howev er, from Xenophou. This writer speaks »112 the Persians wearing gloves on their hands to protect thefn from the cold Homer describes Laertes working in his garden with gloves upon Ills hands to protect them from the thorns, and Varro mentions this apparel as being | worn by the Romans. Gloves have been tokens of solemn and Important things from the ninth century. They were adopted as n rite of the church, and later the transfer ring of lands or titles was always at tended with the presentation of gloves. In the eleventh century the method of challenging to single combat by throw ing down a glove was instituted, and this custom still remains lu some coun tries. Gloves were not worn by women until after the reformation.—St. Louis ; Republic. In Trouble. I "DM you ir,> the* 100 tor's to be ex i nmin«»d this morning?" ! "Yes. And I was terribly dlsappoint j ed." | "What was the trouble, dear?" j "I found him in."—Milwaukee Senti nel. He Could Run. He could run, all right, all right. He had to. Tuik about your amatoors that spring for sport-this party had learned to run or starve, as a boy, an' j had never forgot how. Why, say, when | ho tore hlsself loose from a vicinity It seemed like the whole landscape was j crippled. I used to try him out by glv j In' him a start an' shootin' at him. If he beat the bullet, we figgered be was up to form, but If the lead overtook him we'd call It an off day an' un load the ca'trklges. I've seen him scare a Jack rabbit up till It was wortdn' un der forced drafts, then limp up to It from behind an' kind of yawn an' stretch, an' then goad ft to wake up or else get off the trail an' let somebody run that Iraowed how.—McCture»s Mag azine. A Bad RecoTerf. Scene. Registry office. Bridegroom (to registrar! -The first time I was married was In a church, the second time In a chapel, but I like this way best. Ifs so plain and simple, and I should come here if ever I got married again— (Catches sight of his bride and sees he has said the wrong thing.) That Ib. my dear. If ever I have the —or- misfortune to get married of courße!—Loudon Punch. JOYS OF LIFE IN HAWAII. Mosquitoes the Only Flaw—Not Evei a Servant Problem. Birds are everywhere in Hawaii, rhelr music fill" ttie quivering air. One wonders why we do not all live In this -■viradise, where life seems to stretch nut before one in a long, languid dream it delight. ® Suddenly through your dreaming Mmes a rude awakening. The Ha waiian mosquito, the one flaw In the gem, the only thorn In the garden, has called to make your acquaintance and bid you welcome to his domain. The houses, with their broad veran das filled with palius and flowers and furnished with tables, choirs, ham mocks and grnss nigs, are a paradise to the weary traveler. It Is here that the Honolulu people enjoy their glo rious climate. The lawns, thick and velvety as a carpet, wore kept In perfect order by the yard boys, for experienced servants —Chinese, Japanese and Portuguese— can always be had. In fact, the servant problem causes no worry to the house wife, who has but little anxiety In tills land of plenty. Everybody seems to take life easily. The offices close very early, and no one seems to know what cure Is. The sug ar barons, their capital once rightly in vested, draw their dividends, and the rest of life Is required to spend tliem. We stop at the home of our friend, a bungalow that is the picture of com fort. One end of the veranda is used as a sun parlor, sheltered by windows and screens, for what they call cold days—CO degrees above zero. Numerous rooms connect with this, the dining room being a veranda at the other end of the house and the kitchen a separate building, though connected by n roofed veranda. The gnest chain hers are cottages by themselves. The bntU Is hewn out of solid stone, with a shower above. Servants are provided for in quarters apart from the house. The whole, In fact, greatly re minds one of nu old southern planta tion home with modern improvements. .Tust in front of the house, spreading its great limbs at least sixty feet lr diameter. Is a great tnonkey pod tree and under its protecting branches the children, and older ones, too, enjoy th( swings and hammocks In an atmos phere which lulls to sleep. As we sll here at midnight, dressed in the thin nest of summer clothing, with never 112 wrap, watching the moon rise out ol the sea, we understand why the Ha waiian so loves his islands.—World'i Work. A CLEVER BURGLAR. How He Fooled a Man Who Though He Couldn't Be Robbed. "B. P. Hutchinson used to say nc burglar ever could get Into his honst without waking him," said u centra] station detective the other day, accord ing to the Chicago Record-Herald, "bul It remained for Chief Simon O'Donnel to put one over the famous trader. "You know, Mr. Hutchinson was fa nious in Chicago's commercial life years ago and was known popularly as 'Old Hutch.' He prided himself on th< fact that burglars never had got int« his house and often boasted of tht fact to his intimates. One day while lit wuu at luiu-h with Chief O'Donnell and a number of other friends the com pan.v fell to discussing a crime thai committed the night before. " '1 d like to see anybody get Into mj house,' Mr. Hutchinson said. Why, 1 hear every tick of the clock all night.' " 'l'll bet you a dinner for thU crowd,' said the chief, 'that I can pro duce a man who will enter your houst and you will not know of his visit til morning.' "Mr. Hutchinson accepted the wager and it was agreed that he was to lei the chief have a latchkey, so that tht burglar could get In without being die turbed by some patrolman. Mr. Hutch iason also agreed to leave some article of value in the parlor where It could t«e round readily. The chief said tht robbery would be committed wlthir the following week. "Three days later Mr. Hutchinson awoke In the morning and discovered that both sheets of his bed, which hud been In place when lie retired, wen gone. So was a little antique clock he had left on the mantel. He hurriedly dressed and hastened after breakfas* to the chief's office. O'Donnell saw hlui coming and, as he entered the office greeted him with: " 'Mr. Hutchinson, I have two sheets and a clock that belong to you. We will have the dinner today.' "The burglary was done by a former criminal who at the time had reform ed. He did the Job at the reqoest of the chief. How did he get the under sheet? He rolled Mr. Hutchinson over, rolled the sheet after him and then rolled him Hack." A Terrifying Wig. One day many years ago while Cap. tain Arthur Cunningham of the Brit Isli army was stationed In Nankin. Chi na. a friend of his stepped Into a bar ber's shop, and by way of employing his time he desired the barber to Shim his head. This gentleman wore a wig but which, for the sake of coolness, he had placed in his pocket. This opera tion of shaving, so common In China, was speedily and quickly executed, the barber seeming to be delighted with the honor of shaving one of the Illus trious strangers. Previous to his leav ing the shop and while the man's at tentlon was called in some other direc tion my friend replaced his wig upon his head, little thinking of the result of this simple process. No sooner, howover, had the barber turned a round and observed him whom he hud so lntely cleared of every vestige of hail suddenly covered with n most luxu riant growth, than, taking one steady gaze at him to make sure he was not deceived, he let full the razor, cloared liis <xmnter at a bound ant], running madly through the. crowd, which was speedily collected, cried out that he was visited by the devil. London Standard , A Cheerful Face. Uo wear a cheerful face when the heart la aching ta not deceit When a good hooMfeaoper ofaans the front trtepa and porch hufot® «t*> sou the hooae to <k>Qß not mean to deedta (MMnirtijr She merely shows atwna pcide-ln her boasr and some consulate <ta» for W nutghbon. We cemmar heartacbw more qntaMy nhn m hjr enMttertn* the friend* who «r» near at. HURRY FUNERALS. Odd Orders That Are Sometimes Given to Undertakers. "Life and death both are strenuous in New York," said an undertaker. "We get orders sometimes that shock us. "Not long ugo we had a call from a family who asked us to make a hurry up job for the reason that they had ar ranged to sail for Europe two days . later, and they didn't want to postpone the voyage. "What would you think of a woman who asked to have her husband buried as quickly as possible on the ground that a few days before his death they had agreed to a separation and that she would like to put away the de ceased before the newspapers heard of their marital trouble? That Is exactly J what happened. '•Then there was this case: An elder ly aunt, who had been an Invalid more j than a year, passed away. We were j asked to arrange for the funeral on the day of her death, and when we de ' murred unless there was some Impor | taut reason we were Informed by a | nephew that they were anxious to I know what was in her will, as the mat [ rimoulal chances of a niece depended I upon what she was to get. "Some time ago a man came into our office and said that his mother-in-law j had Just died and that he would like j to send her body south as soou as pos i slble because his wife wauted to at | tend some sort of function three days | later. i"ln the good old days in some parts j of the country It used to be the custom for friends of the family in which a i death occurred to sit up with the j corpse. In a case given to us a few j months ago we were fisked to send a | couple of genteel appearing employees to the house to keep the vigil. We did ! it, but I confess to you it seemed tome | rather heartless."—Exchange. Chaucer's Face In a Stone. In a geological branch of the British j museum the visitor Is shown a won ' derful specimen of natural Imitation in a small "ribbon jasper." This stone, ; the material of which is not unlike that i of other banded agates, has upon Its surface a perfect miniature portrait ot the poet Chaucer. Every detail is i startilngljr correct. There are the ; white face, the pouting lips, the broad, j low forehead and even the whites of ! the slightly upturned eyes. The at | tendants say that it is utterly Impos sible to convince even some of the ed ucated visitors that It Is not an arti j ficial production. Waste Not—Want Not. I Doctor—l must know what you have j eaten today In order to understand I your stomachic disorder. | Patient—Oh, doctor, only a llttla ; pork. It was left over from last week «nd was perhaps not quite fresh. Doctor—Would it not have been j more sensible to let the pork spoil en j tlrely rather than to upset your stom- I ach? j Patient—But, doctor, you can cure a diseased stomach, but what can you do With spoiled pork?—Fliegentle Blatter. Got the Habit Later. In a sermon preached in a small church In Glasgow the pastor, after in veighing against slothfulness, said by way of climax. "Do you think Adam and Eve went about the garden of j Eden with their hands in their pock ; ets?"—Harper's Weekly. Why Doesn't the Boiler Burst? j What a tremendous force Is strug j gling to lear a boiler to atoms! Take, I for example, a horizontal tubular boil | er of ordinary proportions, sixty Inches | in diameter by sixteen feet long, con i tabling eighty-three one Inch tubes. I Such a boiler has a surface area of 40,- j 710 square inches. Suppose this boiler | Is operated with a working pressure of 100 pounds per square inch, which Is j not at all uncommon. The boiler there j fore sustains a total pressure of 4.071,- i <IOO pounds, or more than 2,035 tons. Do we realize what this means? The boiler has resting upon it the equiv alent of a column of granite 10 feet square and 254.5 feet high, or. to put it i another way, the boiler is holding up the equivalent weight of 22.371 per | sons, each weighing IK2 pounds. The j best authorities agree that the ordinary J draft horse working eight hours a day exerts an average force during that time of 120 pounds. Now, this force acting to disrupt the toiler longitudi nally is 220,200 pounds, so that to pro duce an equivalent stress it would be necessary to hitch up to the ends of the boiler two teams of 1,885 horses al together.—Strand Magazine. Mia Was Harder. It was in a country tavern, where a newly arrived commercial traveler was holding forth. 'Til bet my case of samples," he said, "that I've got the hardest name of any body in this room." An old farmer In the background shifted his feet. "Ye will, will ye?" he drawled. "W aal, I'll have to take ye up. I'll bet $lO against your samples that iny name'H heat yourn." "Done," cried the salesman. "I've got the hardest name. It is Stone." The old man was game. "Mine," he said, "is Harder."—Phila delphia Ledger. Starting It Early. Starting with his bride on their hon eymoon, a man entered a railway of fice and. as always in the past, bought only one ticket. The bride noticed the oversight at onoe. "Why. you bought only one ticket, dear," she said. "That's so. dear," he answered. "I forgot all about myself."—Tit-Bits. Two Runaways. "tWs paper,'' said Languid Lewis, "tells erbout a hoss runnin' away with a woman, an' she was laid up for six weeks." "Dat ain't so worse," rejoined Boast ful Benjamin. "A friend uv mine wnnst ran away with a hoss, an' be waa laid up fer six years."—<Tileaao New*. Cause or Effett. Assistant Editor —Here's a poem from a fellow who is serving a Ave years' term in the Eastern penitentiary. Man agtng Editor—Well, print it with a footnote explaining the circumstance. It may serve us a warning to other poets.-Phil(*ielphla Kecord. ANIMAL ODDITIES. i The Australian water lizard walks erect. i The tree frogs of South America sing I as musically as birds. Sheep In time of famine eat the wool from one another's backs. : Gamecocks sometimes take to catch- I Ing mice, which they devour greedily. An eagle can live twenty-eight days | without food, while a condor Is said to be easily able to fast for forty days. A decapitated snail kept in a moist place will, it Is claimed, in a few weeks J grow a new head quite on serviceable | and good looking as that which was : taken away. The chameleon's eyes are situated in ! bony sockets projecting fro* the head. ! By this curious contrivanco the pectil | lar little nnlinal can see In any direc tion without the slightest motion save | of the eye. Ivory as a Tonic. j "Some physicians," said a druggist, I "give an Infusion of ground ivory and | milk in the spring to stimulate and 1 strengthen listless patients. It is a | good remedy, for all I know to the : contrary. Certainly it is an ancient j one." He opened a medical magazine and j pointed to this quotation from Sehro ! der's Zoology, a work published in 1637: j "Elephas (elephant)—llia teeth are ! only used In medicine cud vulgarly j called ivory. The virtues: It cools and dryes, moderately binds cuts, strength ens the inward parts. It i.t good for the Jaundice, It takes away pains and I weakness of the stomach, it licals the epileptic, resists poysons, drives oft spring melam/holle. The dose Is half a j dram."—Philadelphia Bulletin. "The Scarlet Letter." The old saying. "Every cloud has its silver lining," should often bring us comfort when the world appears to be | frowning upon us. A rare example of this was shown by Hawthorne's wife, j who proved herself to him a true I "friend in need." One wintry day he [ had received notice that his services , i would no longer be required at his of- | | flee. Weary and downcast, he return :ed to his humble home. His young i wife stood waiting for him and no j ticeil at ouee that something was i : wrong. He told her his troubles, j Straightway the brave little woman j j with her own hands kindled a bright ; | lire; fetched pen, ink and paper, which she set beside him; then, with a beani | ing face, she touched the sad man on ; the shoulder and said, "Now you can j write your book." Immediately the I cloud cleared, and things presented . themselves to Hawthorne under a j | changed aspect. He felt a freed man; : j the otlice appeared as a cage from ! which he had escaped. "The Scarlet I Letter" was* written and proved a mar- j velous success, and fame rewarded Hawthorne and the brave little wife [ who had faced the cloud and found its silver lining."—"The Value of a Life." j At Ihe Hotel. Mr. Verdant Let's try this here demitassy at the end of the pro gramme. Say, waiter, bring us some demitassy Mrs. Verdant —Now, par, you promised me you wouldn't take nothin' stronger'n tea or coffee.—Balti- j more American. I I.i 1m» rn I it y. "You are going to lie tried before a very liberal judge," said a lawyer to his client. "I am glad of that." j needn't be. If you are fouud guilty he'll give you oil the penalty the law allows." : ~1 : Toe Home Paper i * j of Danville. i i I i j i Of course you read 1: i | THEnEOPLELS I Kopular 1 APER. . i II Everybody Reads It. j I Publisher Even Morn v "xcept ! I •Sunday c ,1 ; . ji No. ii h Maho : ng St. ! Subscr.rtlon • ce . . - \V v»V 1 The Temperance of Miss Witlard. I met Walt Whitman once In Ger> mantown ut a home famous for its hospitality and the notables wbo loved togo there and know he was urged to leave out of the next edition certain poems. But "No" was the only answer. It was art and must never he disturb ed. Miss Willard was also a guest, and Walt was rude to her; said he hated a crusading temperance fanatic, : especially a woman. She was perfectly unruffled, and he left the room, but before long he returned and apologized in the sweetest way. Upstairs Frances said to me, "What a grand old man to be willing to own he was sorry for his remarks!" Kate Sanborn In New England Magazine. A Flontlnic Kormrf. Many a mysterious disappearance at sea Is believed to have been caused by Are In the coal hunkers, the discovery coming too late to admit of the fire being mastered. For instance, fire broke out on the Ada Iredale, a Teasel engaged in the China trade, which many years ago set sail from a Scot tish port for San Francisco, carrying a cargo of coal. When the vessel was some 2,000 miles from the Marquesas Islands, in the Pacific ocean, the cargo was found to he on fire. AH efforts to extinguish the conflagration were fruit less, and the crew was drlt-en to the boats. The ship, by this time a float ing furnace, was left to Its fate and drifted, still burning, a distance of 2,420 miles, to Tahiti. Finally taken In tow, she was convoyed safely Into 1 port, where for more than n year het cargo still smoldered. IDI HEW! 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