TUB CITIZKH, WKDNKSDAY, AIMUIj 0, 1010.
Cherub
Deyine
By SEWELL FORD
Copyright. 1909. by Mitchell Kennerlsy
ciiaptek vi.
TnB big rooms nt Flewlnfrton
Acres were empty and Tery
still Ions before midnight, but
tlio Cberub continued to sit In
the library, smoking nnd meditating
lie hnrt n trick when watching an un
steady mnrkct of tearing pieces of pn
per Into small bits and throwing them
away. Ho was doing this now, and
the eastern rug tinder his feet looked
ns If It hnd been visited by a stage
snowstorm. He was aroused by an
odd noise. It sounded as If some one
was dragging a heavy object down the
stairs.
Looking out through the door hang
ings, be could see the lower half of tho
staircase. For a moment he waited,
nnd then there appeared the Countess
VecchI, tugging at a dress suit case
which was evidently well filled. She
was dressed os If for the street, with
n light silk dust coat over her black
gown and a jaunty straw hat on her
head. When she saw the Cherub she
seemed startled and shrank back
guiltily.
"Oh," she exclaimed. "I-I did not
expect to find you here. I am going
away."
"Are you? Do you generally start
alone nnd in the middle of the night?"
Tho Cherub had walked out Into the
ball.
"I I don't caro to talk to you about
It, Sir. Devlne. I am going away, I
tell you." Ilcr brown eyes looked as
if they might fill with tears at any
moment.
"All right, all right," he said sooth
ingly. "You needn't talk about it"
The Countess VecchI allowed the
suit case to slide to the floor, and then
she faced him resolutely.
"Mr. Devlne, I have found out nil
about you."
"Me!"
"Yes. I know why you are here."
"Good! You know a blamed sight
more than I do then."
"It is useless for you to try to keep
up the deceit any longer. Mr. Devlne.
My father has confessed the whole
wretched story. He told me nt first
that you were merely here on some
law business, but when I beard that
you were entertaining your friends
here, just as you would In your own
bouse, I demanded to be told the truth.
And now I know. Oh. I know it all!
This Is your house. You own lu
Somehow or other you havo tricked
my poor father out of It, nnd now our
beau-tl-ful ho-o-ome is yours. Dare
you deny it? Cornel Isn't It so?"
Tho Cherub bowed his head in meek
rubmlsslon.
"Then," exclaimed the countess, "you
are not only a wicked man. but you
are deceitful, cruel! I despise you!
You you are"
Just what else be was the astonish
ed Cherub was never to know, for at
that point the denunciation wan In
terrupted. The threatening flood sub
merged the brown eyes, and the couut
ess, sinking down on the bottom stair,
leaned ngalnst tho carved newel post
and sobbed tempestuously Into the
ample sleeve of tho silk coat.
"Oh. say. now!" he protested. "See
here, won't you? 1 didn't tueau lu I
take It all back, honest, 1 do. Come,
now; let'B talk it over. Oh, stop It!
Do stop it!"
To the Cherub's urgent entreaties'
she paid not the slightest heed.
She grasped tho suit case and
marched pujt him with as much dls
nity ns It was possible to assume with
a heavy weight dragging down one
arm. At tho door she made n deter
mined attack on tho bplta. Stupidly
the Cherub watched her as she tugged
away vainly.
"You had better wait until morn
Ing, hadn't you?" he (suggested.
To this sho made no reply, but
shoved and pulled at the stubborn
bolts until she was forced to glvo up.
Then, just as be bad thought her
beaten, she went promptly to one of
the French windows In a front room,
turned tho catch and stepped out nn
the veranda. Mr. Devlne followed.
"I do not wish for your company.
Mr. Devlne."
"I suppose you don't, but I'm going
Just the me. I'll get my coat and
bat"
As he ran back into the hall he
heard tho countess leave tho Teranda.
Snntchlng up an opera hat and a rain
coat, ho hurried out through tho win
dow after her. She was easily over
taken, for the quit euttu a cud ns a
brake.
"You'd better let me carry your
bag," he said as he overtook her. but !
the offer was Ignored, and the repulsed
Cheub fell back a pace. Thus they
started down tho narrow graveled
path which wound a leisurely course
In and out among the shrubbery to
ward the main road.
"See here," he said sternly ai be
stepped forward beside her; "you must
let mo take that bag."
"I shall notl I don't need your"
sho began bravely enough, but the
Cherub had already lifted It from her
numbed fingers.
"I know you don't" be said, "but
I've got the bag."
A low grumble of distant thunder
caused the countess to slacken her
pace.
"There!" be exclaimed reproachfully,
"It's golntf to rniu. you r'i' lld ymi
hear that?"
"Yes. I henrd."
"Rut where nrt yon going?" '
The counter stopped nliniitlv nnd
turned to say: "I think I tub) you. Mr
Devlne. Hint I did not curt to discus
my plans with you at all Will you
give me my bag?"
"No." said the Cherub. "I ahull lug
It myself, and I shall follow you until
1 see you safe i-oniewheru."
With n gesture of Impatience the
countess resumed her way.
A brisk breeze sprang up somewhere
I The treetops begnn to rock and sway
like drunken men. Several sharp
crashes of tbunder came lu quick sue'
cession, and Hie bare highway emerg
ed for nn instant from Indistinct gloom
as the lightning revealed every detail.
Then there came a hush. Dig drops
of rain fell with menacing impact on
the crown of the Cherub's operu hat.
"There! I told you It was going to
rain." he nnnounccd. "Hold on, now:
I'm going to put this coat on you."
The countess hesitated. lie bad
dropped the bag and was holding up
the coat by tho collar. Another and
more vivid flash than any which had
preceded It revealed him with photo
graphic distinctness. She could not
help noting that he looked very well
In evening dress. lie did not seem so
much Inclined to stoutness as In a
business suit.
"No; you need the coat yourself.
You'll be wet through in a moment"
The big drops struck through her thlu
silk sleeves coldly on her arms.
Then she allowed him to help her
into the raincoat.
"Come on." he said, picking up the
bag and starting ahead. The rain was
now drumming a roaring tattoo on the
crown of his hat
"You must tako my arm or you'll
fall," ordered the Cherub. Meekly she
obeyed, and they went plunging and
sliding through the storm.
"Oh. you're being drenched!" said
the couutess. Apparently he did not
hear. "You are wet through, aren't
you?" she shouted In his car.
"Not quite." he answered calmly
"Come on."
There ensued a period durlug which
they stumbled and slid along lu si
lence. At last they discovered several
houses near the road.
"We're getting Into the village," an
nounced the Cherub. "Isn't that where
we want to go?"
"Yes." said the countess. "1 suppose
so."
"But where? Whereabouts In the
village?"
"The railroad station."
"The railroad station!" The Cherub
echoed this as If he had never heard
the words before. "What do you want
to go there for?"
"Because 1 am going away," said
the couutess wearily. "I'm going
away."
Five minutes later, wheu they reach
td tho station, he saw with Joy that
it was one of those low. wide roofed
affairs, under whoso eaves they could
at least find shelter from the pelting
rain.
The station was dark, and all tho
doors were locked, of course, but there
wa3 a baggage truck. He dropped the
Wit case with a sigh of relief and
rently helped the countess to a Boat
Jn the baggage truck.
"Well, this is something like, isn't
it? Great, eh?" he demanded. At
every step bis shoes made a slushing
sound.
"Your feet must be terribly wet."
suggested the countess.
"Wet! Oh. they're uot so very wet
I felt fine after that walk, don't you?"
"1-1'm rather tired."
"Yes. probably you are. But now
you can rest You can rest while we
are wultlng for the train, you know.
What time do we get a train anyway?"
"There's one at half past 7 In the
morning!"
"Yes; that's the first one."
The Cherub took out his watch nnd
tried to see the face of It, but there
was not light enough.
"Look here," he said, leaning against
the truck and peering at tho countess
earnestly. "You don't mean to stay
here until half past 7, do you?'
"I I don't know," said the countess
weakly. "I did when 1 started, but
"OH, TOU'BB BKIHO DRENCHM) I" 8 AID TIIB
OOUNTKHa.
but I'm tired now and wet and Oh,
I wish I hadn't come at all; 1 wish 1
Jiadn't"
"There, therel" said the Cherub, pat
ting her shoulder. "Don't you worry.
I'll go and rout out bo mo one, I'll get
a team to take us back."
"No, no! I don't want to stay here
alone. Please don't learo me here
...
nione. Mr. Devlhol" She grasped his
hand and clung to It tightly.
"All right nil right! I won't leave
you. Wo'll go together nnd find some
one. "See; It Isu't ralulug nearly so
hard an It was. I think the shower
must be nltnost over Shall we start
now?"
The countess was quite ready There
wns n livery stnblo Just across from
the station, she said. Fortunately
they found a night hostlir dozing In
the oOlcc. It wns with difficulty, how
ever, that he could be Induced to har
ness n pair of horses. His chief de
slro seemed to bo to gaze at the drip
ping clothes of Mr. Devlne.
The drive back to Hcwlugton Acres
was sllcut and uneventful. As they
neared the house they saw that It wns
brightly Illuminated. Out through the
open front doors streamed n broad
pathway of light across which figures
were moving. Ono of these was Mr,
Uewlngton.
"Adelel" bo exclaimed, with much
dramatic fervor as he saw the count
ess nnd stretched out his arms to re
ceive her. She went to him and
promptly begnn to sob on bis shoul
der. Next appenred the sogglly clothed
Cherub with the suit case. "Whew!"
he exclaimed, throwing down the bag.
Then, turning to the gaping butler.
"Epplngs. see If you can find me a
dry cigar and a match."
"Mr. Devlne, what docs this mean,
sir?" thundered Mr. Hewlngton. "I
demand an explanation."
"Well, what do you want mo to ex
plainthat the rain Is wet?" returned
the Cherub.
"This Is no time for levity, sir.
Adele. please go upstairs." Mr. Hew
lngton strode toward Mr. Devlne
threateningly.
"I want you to explain your astound
ing conduct, sir." repeated Mr. Hew
lngton. "Father, father!" pleaded the count
ess. "I'll tell you all about it"
"Silence, Adelel Go to your room. I
will deal with this Mr. Devlne."
"Now. don't you be In n hurry, Mr.
Hewlngton. and we'll clear this little
mystery In no time." said the Cherub.
"Little mystery, sir!" The tall fig
ure of Mr. Hewlngton stiffened with
anger. "What do you mean, sir? I
wnke up In the middle of the night to
discover that my daughter has fled. I
arouse Epplngs to learn that he left
you at 11 o'clock waiting for her In the
library. I find the window open. I
discover that you are both gone. And
now, at this hour In the morning, you
come back in a public carriage. You
ire n wretch. Mr. Devlne. a scheming.
I villainous"
"Stop, father, stop! This Is too ab
surd." The Countess VecchI had step
ped between the two men. "It wns all
my fault. I was running away, and
Mr. Devlne trhid to stop me, nnd when
I wouldn't be stopped he went with
me and carried the bag. Then It rain
ed, and he got wet. He Is splendid,
splendid, and he is very wet."
"Sure, h'e Is wet." assented Mrs.
Timmlns solemnly.
In a dazed manner Mr. Hewlngton
inspected ouce more the obviously
damp condition of Mr. Devlne's rai
ment "Yes, yes, Adele. I suppose It Is all
right but It is not yet clear in my
mind."
The Cherub wns not Inclined to con
tinue the dialogue. "Oh. we'll straight
en that all out in the morning, Mr.
Hewlngton."
A moment later the chimes of a
French clock announced the hour of 3.
"Three o'clock!" exclulmed the Cher
ub "I don't believe you'll catch that
7:30 train, will you, countess?"
She had started up the stairs, but
she turned to smile and shake her
nead. It was a friendly smile.
to be continued.
Lifting Power of Plants.
l-'Nperlments of a. peculiar char
nir have Just been carried out at
BP-tal of tho noted agricultural col
It "' of tho United States, the ob
ject being to ascertain the lifting
pnver of growing plants of different
species. Farmers uro well acquaint
ed with the fact that tho roots of
trees will disrupt and sometimes
overturn a stono wall, but the lifting
power of tender vegetables is equal
ly surprising. The one result which
lins. perhaps, attracted tho greatest
ntientlon Is the discovery that a
weight of two and a halt tons can be
Ilttort by the common American
pumpkin In the course of Its devel
opment. Dr. Carpenter relatos tho
story of a paving stone, weighing
elFhty-three pounds, that was raised
from Its bed (when Joined by others
on all four sides) by such a soft
pleco of fungi as the common mush
room. And still another and more
remarkable Instance Is recorded. A
man, having a cask of sweet wlno,
plnced It In an empty collar to ma
ture. When examined several years
later It had risen from tho floor of
thp cellar to tho celling, navlng been
borne , upward upon tho tender
shoots of a vine fungus, with which
tho cellar was tilled.
8TOCKINQ IMPOVERISHED HER.
Poor Widow, the Loser, Had Been
Saving for Year to Buy a Home.
I.os Angelos, Cak While alighting
at night from a car at Sixth and Cen
tral avenue Mrs. Thomas McNallen,
of No. 419 Contra! avenue, lost f 1,160.
Mrs. McNallon is a widow with
th mo small children to support 8he
had worked nnd saved to buy a home.
The money lost represented every
thing of value she owned. She car
ried the money in a small purse in her
stocking.
As sh stepped from the car her
itocklng ripped and ths purse dropped
tn Mm mtrmnt
AGREED WITH THE COUNT.
Judge Relates a Qood Story About a
Fsmous Backwoods Character.
A supremo court Judge tolls this
story about a famous chnractor
around the minor courts, Tall, gaunt
and gawky, he had a fund of rendy
Irish wit and a dignity of presence
and carriage which, combined with n
booming bast voice, was humorous In
Itself. All tho Judges know him nnd
were lenient with his Infractions of
court rulos.
Tho character, who was n lawyer of
the shyster class, was defending a
cnoo In court one day before a Justice
who was particularly fond of him. He
went to luncheon with his client
When court resumed after luncheon It
wa evident that he had enjoyed his
midday meal. Realizing the situation
the Justice leaned over and said:
"This case Is postponed until to
morrow. The counsel for the defense
Is in no condition to proceed with It"
The lawyer rose to his feet unstead
ily and gazed earnestly at the court
Then his deep voice boomed out:
"Your honor, I havo known you, mnn,
boy and child, for thirty years on
the blnch and off the blnch and it Is
the first time In all these years I have
known you to make a rulln' accord
ance with the facts."
Then ho sat down.
A Frank Estimate.
To many persons who are not actors
the stage seems a delightful and fns
clnattng place. In a book called "The
Actress," Louise Closser Hale, her
self an actress, tells some of her ex
periences with girls who envy her
profession. One day one of them,
from behind a counter in a shop, said,
"I should have went on the stage."
"She evidently wantod to talk, nnd
I strove to be Interested," says Miss
Ilnle.
"But see how tired I am," I said tc
her. "I have to work very hard nH It
1p, and I had to work much harder to
gain what little recognition I huve
had."
"Oh, yes," she responded, compla
cently gazing at herself In a mirror.
"But, you see, I have talent."
A Deal In Timber.
A timber merchant was sitting In
his ofTlcc one day musing sadly over
the general depression In tho wood
trade, when a quiet looking young
man entered.
"Do you sell beech wood?" asked the
stranger.
"Yes, sir," replied tho merchant,
rising with alacrity, and hoping de
voutly to book a large order. "Wo
can supply any quantity on tho short
est notice, either In tho log or the
plank."
"Oh, I don't want so much as that,"
said the youth, shifting his feet un
easily. "I just want a bit for a fiddle
bridge."
Wanted the Sting.
The students of an eastern college
grew so reckless In their behavior
that the professor one morning at
chapel thought to reprove their con
duct by a lecture on morality. They
listened with due submission and hu
mility. In the course of his lecture
he said:
"My young friends, the floors of hell
are paved with champagne, automo
biles and chorus girls." He was horri
fied to hear one of the students say In
a sepulchral tone:
"Oh, death, where Is thy sting?"
KNOWS WHAT SHE'S AFTER.
First Sweet Young Thing What
are you doing here, dear?
Second Sweet Young Thing Look
ing for a hbsband.
First Sweet Young Thlng-j-But you
have got one.
Second Sweet Young Thing That's
tho one I'm looking for.
Why the Eggs Scrambled.
A traveler In the dining car of a
Georgia railroad had ordered fried
eggi for breakfast. "Can't give you
fried eggs, boss," the negro waiter In
formed him, "lessen you wait until we
stop." "Wiy, how Is that?" "Well'
do cook, he says de road's so rough
dat evory time he trie to fry nigs doy
scrambles."
Defined,
"After all," queried the maiden fair,
what Is marriage?"
"Marriage." repllod tho young ma
tron, "Is the process by which a wom
an doprlves herself of nn escort."
Chicago News.
Answered.
The Poet Is thero a literary club
In this vicinity?
The editor (reaching behind the
desk) There Is. Are you literary?
Cleveland Leader,
There Is something tremendously
human about the sun. At morning
and oTsninf , when It looks blggeat end
the most Imposing, It gives off tut
least host
1 1
J n .an no nn nH
1 The Way of a Woman 1
! till im HQ
"What beastly hot weather," ox
claimed Tom Coleman, sitting down j
on tho grass beside his sister Lillian. ;
"Phew! Just catch mo playing ten- j
nls again to-day," ho continued, mop
plug hi b fnco. I
"I wish you hadn't played," retort-
ed Daisy Wilson; "It would havo
spnred mo the humiliation of being ,
boatcn." "Too bad," teaslngly said 1
Tom; "but If you come to mo on somo I
cool day I'll give you lessons cheap."
"A fig for your kindness," flashed back 1
Daisy, "I could beat you If I really '
cared to. I dare you to play another 1
set." 8he Jumped to her feet and
grasped her racket with a determined
look on her pretty face. She made a
very pretty picture. A slender, grace- t
ful girl of 22. Her soft, fluffy hair was j
piled high on her shapely head. Her
beautiful dark eyes flashed and her I
Hps looked like a crimson streak. Her
faco was flushed from the hot sun. I
"Will you play?" demanded Daisy,
"or perhaps you are afraid." !
"You can't catch me that way," i
said Tom, shaking his head. "I'd i
rather bo called a coward than melt j
Into oblivion. I must refuse, Daisy," i
he continued mournfully. j
"You are afraid," said Daisy, curl- ,
Ing her pretty Hp. "Perhaps," said
Tom, "but I'll talk to you Instead."
"That would be ten times worse," i
disdainfully repllod Daisy. "Very )
well, have It your own way," said
Tom, letting a grieved look appear on ,
his handsome face. !
"Do stop, both of you," said gentle '
Lillian, tearfully. "I wish you would i
not torment each other so. Now listen
to me," she continued. "I received a
letter from Victor Moore. He Is com
ing to-morrow." A pretty blush stole
over her face.
"I know It," said Tom. "I also re
ceived a letter. He Is going to bring
ti friend along." I
"Who is Victor Moore?" asked
Daisy with Interest "A friend of
mine," said Tom, "but don't hold that
tgalnst him."
"Why, I shall be most pleased to
fee him; In fact, charmed," replied
Daisy. Tom eyed her suspiciously,
but said nothing. "I wish he would
hurry and come. I am longing for
someone to talk to," said Daisy.
"Well, I can hurry him up by tele
graph If you want me to." replied Tom
lazily.
"Oh, thero Is no need for that." air
ily responded Daisy.
Victor Moore hnd come with his
friend, Edgar Winters. Daisy eyed up
both young men and decided that Vic
tor was the beBt looking, but as he
had eyes only for Lillian she gave him
up nnd turned all her batteries upon
the hapless Edgar Winters. He danced
attendance upon her from morning to '
night and Boon discovered that his 1
heart was gone for good this time.
Both young men had been urged to
spend a few weeks and both eagerly
accepted the Invitation.
All this while Tom looked on both
Winters and Daisy in an amused fash- I
Ion.
One morning on coming down stairs i
he met Daisy dressed in a riding habit.
"Good morning, Daisy," he said
cheerfully, "going for a ride with Win
ters?" "Yes," shortly replied Dnlsy,
"no ono else cares to go with me."
"Why, Daisy, I should be pleased
to go," said Tom, "but I am afraid to
approach you nowadays for fear of be
ing challenged to a mortal combat"
"I wish you would stop teasing me,"
tearfully said Daisy. "That's all you
do."
"Daisy," snld Tom In a low tone,
"dear Daisy, let rao take you riding
this morning. Please do," this last
humbly.
Daisy looked up suspiciously. "Mak
ing fun of mo again. Tom Coleman
you are horrid," and with a stamp of
her foot she walked off quickly. Tom
looked after her with a tender look
In his eyes and smiled to himself as
If he had Just discovered something.
"Daisy," Edgar Winters wns saying,
"I love you, dear." They were seated
on a mossy bank where Daisy had
wanted to get off her horse to pick
flowerB.
"Are you sure there Is no hope for
me," he continued sadly. Daisy mourn
fully nodded her head.
"It's Tom, isn't it?" he asked. Again
she nodded her head. He helped her
on her horse and silently they rode
home. Daisy had an uneasy feeling
that she bad not acted fairly, but she
stilled It with the thought thnt he
would easily forgot her after he got
back to town. That night Winters
went home. When he shook hands
with Tom he said, "She loves you, old
man; I wish you both all the happi
ness in the world." They shook hands
warmly.
That night on going into tho library
Tom stumbled and almost fell over a
email heap. On turning on the lights
he saw Daisy sitting on the floor with
her head buried In tho largo arm chair.
Going over he lifted her gently and
laughing softly he drew her in his
arms tenderly.
"So It Is me you love after all," he
said happily. Getting no answer he
tried to look Into her face, but she
buried It deeper and deeper.
"Oh, I say, Daisy, I love you." His
arms tightened around her. "You
may aa well make up your mind to
have me," he continued, "for I have
made up my mind to marry you. You
need someone to take care of you."
Still getting no answer he dropped his
light, airy tones and said quietly, "Do
you love me, Daisy?" A muffled "yes"
was his answer. B. MILDRED WIN-Bl'RQH.
MILLINKItS MULTIPLYING.
Their Trade Fourteenth AtnonR the
Callings of Women Breadwinners.
Millinery ranks fourteenth among
tho pursuits in which women are en
gaged as brindwlnnors. It Is n dis
tinctly woman's occupation, 1)4.4 por
cent, or nil mllllnors In tho United
States being women.
Only two occupations have a lnrg
cr proportion of women: dressmak
ing, with U7.6 per cent., and house
keeping with U4.7 per cent. Seam
stresses are Dl.U per cent, of thom
women. Those four occupations
wore tho only occupations In which
women constitute over ninu-tcnths
of nil persons employed
Almost nine-tenths of the women
milliners are native whites. In large
cities more than half the milliners
were under 25 yeait. of age Prob
ably whn they excei .1 that age they
marry mid If they lemnin In business
It Is done In the hi:stmn x name and
the census credits r.lsn with being a
merchant. In 18'JU there was ono
milliner to every 323 women 16
years of age and over In I two one
to every 2X6.
This chanjto is ttiotntht to reflect
the advance In the piouperlty of tho
country, slme millinery to a certain
extent is n Ipxury a-i-i In family
budget torn s an Item thnt probably
responds qulihiy to fluctuations In
Income. If the tranunl training
schools and technical Institutions
continue to run out milliners In the
next ten years as they have In tho
last decade there will be one mil
liner to every hundred women, and
in the not far distant future.
Woman in High Position.
The only woman In the world who
bears the Impressive title "dean of
deans' Is Miss i.aura C. Carnell,
w;to is a leader tn the executive and
educational work of Temple univer
sity, tn PhlludelDhla.
Are You Half
Knocked Out?
Your head aches and your throat Is a
little dry. You have no appetite. Your
eyes are hot, tongue furred, and you are
about half knocked out. You know what
the trouble is. You have been drinking
and eating too much. You have felt this
way before, but don't take a week to get
over it this time. Just take one or two
Smith's Pineapple and Butternut Pills.
Take them now, and tonight when you
retire take one or two more. Tomorrow
you will feel better, and before the day is
passed you will forget all about it These
wonderful little vegetable pills will quickly
relieve congestion, drive the poison out of
the blood and restore digestion. Just one
day's use of these little vegetable pills
will cure any threatened bilious attack.
They are good for young or old, never
gripe or weaken, nor leave behind any
unpleasant after effects. Physicians use
and recommend. They form no habit.
You should always keep them on hand.
These little Vegetable Pills will ward off
many ills.
To Cure Constipation
Biliousness and Sick
Headache in a Night, use
k SMITH'S . WR. ,. Ui)
I fOUULnnuii Diseases or i;
r PIUS iivmtfBoZeI If-"-!
CO rUI) In 01as Vial 85c All Denier.
SMITH'S
BUCHU
LITHIA
KIDNEY
PILLS
For Sick Kidneys
Bladder Plseae. Kbeamatlsni,
tho one trot reraedj. Reliable,
endorsed by leading phjsiclans;
safe, effectual. Kesults lasting.
On the matVet 13 jean. IlaTa
enred thousands, loo plllt la
original glass package, CO cents.
Trial boies.60 pills, M cents. All
druggists sell and recommend.
M. LEE BRAMAN
EVERYTHING IN LIVERY
Buss for Every Train and
Town Calls.
Horses always for sal
Boarding and Accomodations
for Farmers
Prompt and polite attention
at all times.
ALLEN HOUSE BARN
Through
Drawing-Room Buffet
Sleeping Car
BETWEEN
Scranton and Pittsburg
IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
via
Penna. R. R. from Wilkes-Barre
Leave Scranton at 6:30 P.M. daily
except Bon. arrive Pittsburg 7 A.M.
Leave Pittsburg at 8:50 P.M. daily
except Sat. ar. Scranton 9:59 A.M.
Berth reservations can be made
through Ticket Agents, or
QE0. E. BATES,
Div. Frt. and Paw. Agt.
Scranton, Fa. 15ei20