THE C1TIZI5X, 1'IiIDAV, .tt'NU til, 11)10.
The Dead
Han's Boots
"It was Just this way have )ou
any tobacco with you? It was Just
the way I am telling you. I don't know
If ho was a Gorman or an English"
mnn. or ho may have been Dutch, for
Tip couldn't talk, at least not that I
know of."
As usual there were severnl pecilo
talking at onco in the llttlo fisherman's
cabin, but when Old Vvensen bes'n
the others stopped to listen. One of
them shoved himself along the bench,
saying, "What is it, OleT"
"You might have listened, and you
would have known," said Ole, "but
have you any tobacco?"
He had. Olo got his tobacco and
AIM his pipe. Then he began at the
"beginning again.
"It was the dead man that washed
ashore here, what wo call a benh
washer. It Is a long time ago, thirty
years I should say, and at that time
there was codtlsh right outside here.
J was out In the boat with Jens Split
and a fellow called Hans, who went to
America and was drowned there after
ard. Jens and I were standing aft
and hauling at the nets, and Hans was
rowing. All at once the lines tight
ened. " 'Now haul away, I said.
'"Sho's heavy,' said Jens. 'What
the deuce is it?'
'"Haul away,' I said, 'and you'll
find out'
"He pulled, and I got the trough
ready, for I thought It was a very
large fish.
" 'Look at him,' said Jens, who was
pulling with all his might. I turned
my head, and there was first the
crook of an arm with a hand rising
out of the water, then the breast and
a bit of the chin with a beard under
It. Then the chin and the breast
went down again, for there was an
other hook that had caught the
breeches, and then a pair of bonis
knocked against the side of the boit.
"'What became of him?' said Jens,
who had loosed the lines.
"I told him to pull In again, but
carefully. Then the thing came up
for the second time, stiff and long,
standing almost straight up and down
in the water.
" 'Let him go, cried Hans from his
place.
" 'Shall we let him go?' asked Jens,
who was still holding the line.
"I looked at him and then I looked
at the boat, and I said: 'After all, he
Is a human being.'
"Well, we got him to the edge of
the boat and pulled him In. A great
deal of water ran from him, and he
was a little hard to handle.
"There he sat. The sun was low,
and it shone right Into his face.
While we were pulling at the lines
and every once in awhile took a fish
lrom the hook, we could not help turn
ing our heads to look at him, sitting
there with his face turned on us.
"Hans, who was rowing, got a
queer itching feeling In the back of
his head. He shoved himself back
and forth and every little while he
looked forward over his shoulder.
" 'What are you looking at, Hans?'
1 asked.
"Hans did not answer, but began
to whistle.
" 'A fisherman doesn't whistle in
his boat,' I said.
"Jens said: 'It seemB to me the fel
low over there Is staring at us.'
"'Nonsense,' I said; 'how can a
dead man stare?'
"A little later Jens again said that
the dend man was staring at us, and
Hans began to shuffle again. Then,
just as we had pulled in the last part
of the lines, Hans bent down and
grabbed a large starfish from the bot
tom of the boat, turned and slapped it
right In the face of tho beach-washer.
" 'You shouldn't have done that,
Hans,' I said.
" 'Perhaps not,' he said, 'but you
hadn't needed to take him on board.
Every time I have looked over my
shoulder I have seen him staring at
me, and it Isn't a pleasant sensation
at all, especially not When you feel It
in the back of your head.'
"Well, at sunset wo got In to the
landing place, and there were people
standing there, and they cried to us:
What kind of a fellow have you got
there?'
"We didn't answer before we had
turned the boat. Then we Jumped out
and pulled It in, nnd tho others lent
a hand, for we alwaymielp each other
where thero Is no harbor. When we
had the keel upon tho sand I said to
those who were standing around:
"Now you can see for yourselves.'
"They all wanted to know, nnd old
Is' I el's cook asked if he had a watch
or anything llko that.
" 'We never thought of that,' I said,
and tried to unbutton bis Jacket, but
the pilot-master told me that I must
not do that before the police or any
way the customs collector had been
there.
" 'I didn't suppose there was any
duty on such a one,' said Hans, lifting
him a little. People began to laugh,
and that made Hans bo frisky that he
began to do all kinds of monkey tricks
with him.
"'I don't like to see you do that,
and I think you will be sorry for It,' I
said.
"Then Hans left him alone. Tho
controller of customs came steaming
llko a horse with the coat of his uni
form buttoned awry over hla stom
ach, ho was In such a hurry. It was
not often that there was anything for
him to stick bis nose In.
"What merchandise Hava .you on
board?' be cried.
"'You enn boo for yourself, sir,' 1
said. Dut' Jons hnd thrown n tarpaulin
ovei tho man In tho boat whrn 'bo
pli-jt-master snld that we didn't d-re
touch him. The controller of custnv.s
came right up to tho boat, snorting
like n whale, sneezing md spitting
nnd wiping his fnco with the itlff led
handkerchief thnt wns always hanging
out behind his uniform.
" 'Well, my men, what kind of pt"k
Infra have you got to-day?' he b-ld
quite pleasantly.
"Nonsense, 01c. I suppose you have
been smuggling a llttlo, but when the
king gets whnt Is coming to him nnd
you show the proper respect for tho
law, there is no hnrm in that.'
"Nor wns there. So tho controller
of customs pulled away the tarpau
lin and thero he stood with It In his
hand looking at tho stranger In the
beat. The beach-washer didn't say a
word. He had a good excuse. The
man of law didn't say anything, el .he.-;
he kicked the tarpaulin over him
as 'in. That was not particularly po
lite. I thought, for ho was a human be
ing, after nil, even if he wns dead.
"The controller of customs said we
must put a watch over him and send
for tho police or the town Judge or
tho district Judge or the magistrate
or the clerk or the deuce knows whom
elus to see that tho man was q..tto
dead and everything else as it should
bo that he did not bring the cholera,
nnd if ho had love letters or mortgages
by which ho could tell who he was.
"So we kept watch over him with
two muskets and a sword in a sheath.
As evening came people disappeared
from the beach. About 9.30 the con
trollar of customs came along to in
rpuct us before he went to bed. I was
the oldest, so I had the sword and
mode the other two stand at attention
wl'h the muskets when he hove in
fight, and that pleased him. I asVed
hl". if I might send Hans to the Inn
for somethlr-e; In a bottle.
"'In a bottleon the watch? Are
you crazy?' he cried.
'"Well, all right, I said quietly.
'Then we won't, but the night Is long
and chilly at this time of the year.'
" 'When you are on watch you don't
feol the cold,' ho said.
"The minute he was out of the way
Jens and Hans stuck their muskets
down In the boat where the beach
wi sher was sitting and got ready to
go.
"Where are you off to?' I said,
holding out my sword In front of
them.
'"Take away that butter sporn.'
sa!U Hans. 'You might know I am
going for something to keep us awake.'
"When he came back we divided
up so that the two of us had wath
be'ow, while the third walked up and
down with the sword. I took the first
watch, and the other two snuggled
on the lee side of a sand dune and
rovered up with a piece of a sail. It
would have been more comfortable in
the boat under the tarpaulin, but
somehow they did not feel like It on
account of the stranger fellow the-e.
"The moon rose and shone on th6
water and on the beach and on the
tarpaulin that covered the beach-washer.
I walked up and down with the
sword under my arm and my hands
In my pockets. I looked out to tea
and wondered about what kind of w.nd
we would get In the morning, and then
I looked at the boat and the fel.ow
under the tarpaulin, and I thought of
the troubles of this life, especially for
the sailor, who is never sure of the
end when he is at the beginning. Tho
more I thought of It, tho more ray
task seemed to weigh on me, and I
was glad Hans had got the bottle filled
so 1 could get something to hearten
mo up. I went over to him and pulled
tho bottle out of his coat pocket I
took a swallow and was going to re
turn when Hans opened his eyes and
said:
"'Help yourself; don't be bashful.'
" 'I thought you slept, Hans,' I said.
'It's a cold night. How do you llko
your bed?'
" 'It's confounded uncomfortable,'
said Hans, 'and It's all on account of
that beach-washer. Why didn't you
let him go, as 1 told you to?'
" 'Hut Lord bless you, Hans, I've got
human feelings.'
" 'If he could only do us somo
good,' said Hans, and then he sat
straight up, and we looked at each
other. 'Do you know what I have
beon lying here and thinking of?' said
Hans.
"'May bo I can guess. Do you
know what I am thinking of, Hans?'
"Not his boots, is it?' said Hans.
He got up and began to slap his arms
together.
"We went over to tho boat, and
Hans lifted the tarpaulin. 'They are
good boots,' he said.
" 'Don't'
" 'I would take my oath that no one
has noticed whether he had boots or
not,' said Hans.
"I went over to Jens to see if he
was still sleeping, and when I came
back to tho boat and saw the boots
wet and sblny in the moonlight, I don't
deny that I thought they were good
boots.
"'No, it won't work," said I. 'Ho
is a human being, even if he Is dead,
and his clothes are his own, and when
we take them wo are stealing.'
"'Is ho a human being?'" cried
Hans. 'No, a human being Is one that
Is alive like you and me. When you'ro
dead you're nothing dust and clay,
as the minister says, and nothing
can't possibly own anything.'
"I stood and pondered over this
for a few moments, but I couldn't get
my bearings.
'See here,' said Hans. 'If we took
his watch or his papers if he has
any that would be stealing. Those
things belong to the big-bugs that are
coming to-morrow to poke their nose?
into all that But a beach-washer
must be burled in the clothes he Is
wearing. If you don'.t know that much,
I do, nnd why should we lot tho
worms cat those good now boots?'
"I rubbed tho back of my head nnd
then I said: 'But who should hnvo
tho boots, you or I? It wouldn't do
any good to divide them, surely.'
"Hans looked at mo. 'We tn'e' t
raffle thorn.' Ho picked up a handful
of pebbles. 'Odd or even?'
"'No, I don't want to,' I said, and
left him.
" 'Then I wnnt to,' snld Hans.
" 'Give mo your bottle. Hans.'
"I took a good swallow, nnd thnn
wo went over to tho boat and tncklcd
him. Hans took off tho tarpaulin, nnd i
I grnbbed his leg.
" 'Do you supposo we can got It off?'
I whispered to Hans.
" 'What in thunder are you do'ng?'
said Jens behind us.
"We both Jumped up and looked at
Jons, who was sitting up on the sard.
'It won't do,' I whispered to Ilnnn.
'Jens Is as leaky ns a now tub.'
" 'We are looking at the beech
washer,' I said.
"I went over to Hans, but ho ''as
Just as scared as I was. Ho lay down
by the side of Jens without saying
anything. When I went to put' the
tarpaulin over tho beach-washer ag'ln
tho moon wns shining right In'.o his
fnco Just as the sun had done befn.o,
and it seemed to mo ns if ho was look
lug at me and saying, 'You thief, -mi
thief.' It made me feel very queer,
for I had never In ray life be'o o
thought of robbing any one or what be
longed to him, nor have I done It
since, but this seemed a peculiar i-Re.
for, after all, he had no use for he
boots. Anyway I bent over hlra and I
said:
" 'I nm sorry, r-hlpmnte, for who I
meant to do. You keep your boo s,
nnd good-night to you. If the cod-fishing
is tolerable this year I guess I
will make enough to get a pair of l j v
boots without stealing from a d--ad
comrade.'
"Then I put back the tarpaulin, nnd
I felt somehow as if he must be rest
ing better, now that he was sure of
keeping what belonged to him.
"When my watch was over I waed
Hans. 'What about the boots?' he
said.
"'What God has united let no irsn
put asunder,' said I. And I bell'- e
that made an Impression on him, or
there wore no boots lost that nlc -t.
When the controller of customs cr ue
In the morning we stood at atten'lon
In the bright sunlight.
" 'Anything happened on tho
watch?' he asked.
" 'Nothing worth mentioning.' I an
swered, and Hans and I looked at
each other with our tongues in orr
cheeks and one eye pinched togetno-.
"At noon the magistrate came in a
carriage with a clerk and some ren
tlemen with hlra. Tho inasisVa,e
pointed to us and explained that we
were fishermen, and one of the gen
tlemen took a watch glass from bis
pocket and stuck it in his eye and
stared at us. The magistrate aked
questions and explained to the ger ;le
men, who seemed very fine gentlo:.:ea
Indeed. I thought they must be 'or
elgners, since they had to have eve -y-thing
explained, but they spoke Dm'sh
just like the rest of us, so I suppose
they had never seen fishermen before.
One of them wrote something in a
book, so I suppose he had a poor
memory.
"We turned all his pockets, but
found nothing but a leather purse so
wet that It was falling to pieces. The
magistrate put gloves on and turned
It over. There was a German bank
jote worth about seven Danish dol
lars, a piece of an English le'ter
which the magistrate said there was
no sense In and some Dutch copper
coins.
"'That wasn't much.' said tho
magistrate, and It wasn't. Then he
gave orders about the funeral and
drove away.
"In the afternoon the beach-washer
was burled on tho beach. The curate
threw three shovefuls of dirt at him,
and we fishermen took our caps off
and looked down and said nothing. I
remember feeling glad that he had his
boots, though perhaps they would not
do him much good In the place where
he was going to. Then tho curate
went away, but It seemed to mo a pity
that a poor shipwrecked sailor should
bo sent away without a word. Jens
was pulling nt his breeches and look
ing around, and I could seo that ho
was thinking of tho same thing, so I
said, 'Lift your rudder.'
"So Jons stepped forwnrd with his
cap In his hand and snld: 'Listen to
me, boys. I may got In trouble .or
this, but I am going to say it anyway
that I think ho who Is anchored hero
ought to take with him a good word
from those who towed him Into harbor
and from those who saw him made
fast to tho wharf. A farmer has the
bed where he Is to give up his breath
right before his oyes all his life, but
a sailor or a fisherman never knows
where he will He. And he who Is
moored here we don't know where he
came from, but we can give him a
kind thought and maybe a llttlo wood
en cross and a fence around his grave
if we each do our part And when I
or Hans or Ole or Pete get Into trouble
and are drifted on a strange shore we
hope that other sailors or fishermen
will do tho same to us as wo are do
ing to htm though we don't know
who he is and may never get thanks
for It; for that is tho way it ought to
be between fishermen. And now may
God rest his soul.'
"'Amen,' snld the pilot-roaster, and
we all repeated Amon.'
"So he was buried. And Jens al
ways got along very well, and the year
after Hans was drowned off the Ameri
can coast And I have been dragging
along with my rheumatism ever since.
But I have often thought of the beach
washer ond his bootst" San Frauds
co Argonaut
A GAME OF BALL.
Maybe You Can Tell Jutt What the
Reporter Meant.
Tho possibilities of tho English lan
guage have frequently been taxed to
doscrlbo tho groat American gamo of
baseball, but for striking Illustration
this from tho Herald, of Qulncy, Illi
nois, has raroly been oqualcd.
"Tho glass-armed toy soldiers of
this town wore fed to tho pigs yester
day by the vadoverous Indian grave
robbers from Omaha. The flabby, one
lunged Reubens who represent tho
Gom City in tho reckless rush for tho
baseball pennant hnd their shins foist
ed by the baslllsk-eyed cattlc-drivcra
from tho West. They stood arouiu
with gaping eyeballs, like a hen on a
hot nail, and suffered the grisuily
yawps of Omaha to run the bases un
til their nocks were long with thl.tt
Hlckey had more errors than Co.u'd
Flnanclnt School, and led the rheuma
tic procession to the morgue. Tiio
Qulncys were full of straw and scrap
iron. They couldn't hit n brick
wagon with a plck-ax, and ran bases
like pallbearers at a funeral. If three
base hits wore growing on tho back
of every man's neck they couldn't
reach 'em with a feather duster. It
looked as If tho Amalgamated Union
of South American Hoodooes were in
session for work in the thirty-third de
gree. The geezers stood about and
whistled for help, and were so weak
they couldn't lift a glass of beer If It
had been all foam. Everything was
yellow, rocky and whangblasted, like
a stlgtossel full of doggie-gammon.
The game was whiskered and frost
bitten. The Omahogs were bad enough,
but the Qulncy Brown Sox had their
fins sewed up until they couldn't hold
a crazy quilt unless It was tied nround
their necks."
AHEAD OF TIME.
"You told me the boat for the Island
left at four o'clock, and I've waited
now till after five!"
"Yes, but she doesn't start running
again till next summer."
Poor Uncle Ed.
A Baltimore man was recently
showing his nice new opera hat tc
his little nephew, nnd when he caused
tho top-piece to spring open three or
four times the youngster was de
lighted. A few days thereafter the uncle,
during a visit to the same household,
brought with him a silk hat of the
shiny, non-collapslble kind. When ho
was about to leave tho house he on
countered the aforesaid youngster
running down the hall with what
looked like a black accordion.
"Uncle Ed," observed the boy, "this
ono goes awfully hard. I had to sit on
It, but oven then I couldn't get It more
than half-shut."
What Ruined Adam.
A young English suffragette tells
the following Incident that recently
happened at a meeting In the Scotch
Highlands.
Speeches had been made to a lnrge
crowd. Questions had been replied to,
amid applause. Imbecile young men
making remarks about minding babies
and mending sdeks had been silenced.
Then, Just as there was a temporary
lull before the putting of a resolution,
a great bucolic Scotch voice from the
back of tho crowd rasped slowly In
with tho Inquiry, obviously the result
of prolonged rumination:
"Wha made a mess of Adam?"
Could Have Been Worse.
Damocles was Intently watchlnn tne
sword suspended over his head by u
single hair.
"Oh, well," ho chuckled, "it might
bo worso. Just suppose my wife had
found that long golden hair on my
toga."
Whereupon he nto his meal with
great composure and hilarity.
The Honorable Milkman.
Mrs. Youngbrldo Mrs. Smith says
there is lots of cream on her milk bot
tles every morning. Why Is thero nev
er any on yours? The Milkman I'm
too honest, lady, that's why. I fills
my bottles bo full that there ain't nev
er no room left for cream.
A Lot Anyway.
First Small Boy My favver Is very
rich.
Second Small Boy How much has
he got?
First Small Boy It's either a thou
sand or a million dollars, I forgot
which.
Blundered.
"He's always getting himself In
wrong."
"What's he done now?"
"Told that young mother, when she
showed him her baby, that his slstei
bad had three Just like It"
AROUND THE FARM
Building Up the Soil.
During farmers' week In Burlington,
Vt, snys n correspondent of the Amer
ican Cultlvntor, an export of the United
States department of ngrlculturc, L. B.
Dodge, spoko on tho mnnngoment of
the dairy farm. Ho snld New Eng
land farms did not produce ns heavily
ns they should. This ho attributed to
lack of rotation of crops and to heavy
feeding and cropping or pastures and
meadows without adcqi'nte return of
plant food; nlso to the waste of stable
manure nnd Its Improper application.
A good rotation Is corn, grain, clover.
Hay land should bo top dressed with
stable manure, nnd best results are
obtained by applying this little and
often. Where land remains In grass a
long time a light seeding of clover from
time to time Is beneficial, rcseedlng In
summer after tho hny crop has been
removed.
Pastures may be top dressed and
should not be grazed too early In
spring nor to heavily. Where pastures
can bo plowed It Is advisable to plow
and reseed. occasionally.
Tho raising of clover, corn and for
age crops furnishes a larger amount of
protein for cattle, and less feed will
need to bo purchased.
The more fodder tho more cattle
can bo kept and there will be an In
creased amount of fertilizer to apply
to the land.
Crops should not bo sold that will
carry a largo amount of fertilizing ele
mcnts off the farm.
Feeding Calves In Summer.
In warm weather calves should be
kept In during tho daytime and
turned out during the evening, so as
to avoid the hot sua and tho files
Whole or chopped oats should bo fed
or a mixture of wholo and chopped
oats. About a cupful twice a day for
an ordlnnry sized calf that is on good
pasture will bo sufficient For fall
feeding until the roots aro harvested
there Is nothing equal to green corn
run through the cutting box and mixed
with some chopped oats.
The main point in feeding is never
to allow calves to stop growing nnd
to keep beef animals always in good
flesh. In feeding calves, as in every
system of feeding, the extremes of over
and under feeding are to be avoided.
Continuous, regular, liberal feeding al
ways brings tbe most profit and the
best practical results. D. C. Anderson.
Poultry Jottings.
A lack of clean, sharp grit is re
sponsible for half tbe cases of bowel
disease.
If eggs are the object don't overfeed
on meat, but allow all tbe green food
the hens will consume.
Poultry houses and runs that are
kept clean the year around, disinfect
ed often and never overcrowded with
fowls nre seldom Infested with lice or
other vermin.
A tablespoonful of sweet oil poured
Into the bird's mouth will often re
lieve a case of crop bound. After giv
ing the oil gently knead the crop with
the band until It is softened.
An early morning meal will prevent
many of the hens from stealing their
nests out. The earlier the meal the
better. Many of the hens will then
visit tho nests before starting out to
forage.
Sugar Beets as a Stock Feed.
Stockman have long been of the opin
ion that n ration of mangels or sugar
beets lu some way causes klduey or
bladder stones when fed for nny
length of time. To shed some light on
this subject the Iowa experiment sta
tion has been carrying on some experi
ments in feeding mangels and sugar
beets to rams. Tho results of these
experiments show conclusively that
such feeding is attended with consider
able danger and Is almost sure to prove
fatal If continued for any considerable
period of time. For short fattening
periods there Is no particular danger,
nnd the roots make a valuable addition
to the ratlou. Country Gentleman.
Amount of Grain on Pasture.
Growing or fattening pigs cannot be
produced satisfactorily on pasture
alone, but a grain ratlou is necessary.
Tbe Montana experiment station found
that hogs fed a full grain ration on
pasture gained on an average 1.39
pounds per hog per day nnd required
412 pounds of grain for 100 pounds of
gain. Hogs fed a half ration of grain
gained .08 pound per hog per day nnd
required 201 pounds of grain for 100
pounds of gain. Thus It will be seen
that tbe hogs fed a full grain ration
on pasture made more rapid gains, but
consumed much more grain for every
100 pounds of gain.
Spray For Potato Blight.
Potato blight Is often very destruc
tive to Irish potatoes. Tho plants
should bo sprayed every three weeks
during growing season wbero blight Is
prevalent A good formula for this
purposo is copper sulphate (blue vltrol)
four pounds, lime five pounds, water
fifty gallons. Paris green may be
added at tbe rate of one pound to fifty
gallons of tho mixture, when potato
beetles and flea beetles will bo destroy
ed, as well as blight. Farm and Ranch.
Treatment For Limberneck.
Limberneck in chickens and hens is
usually caused from eating poisoned
food, such as spray mixtures, decayed
moat, etc. It can bo more easily pre
vented than cured. It results from
paralysis of tbe nerves caused by trou
ble in tho intestines. Glvo tho fowls
Cruel made from flaxseed or white of
an egf with milk seasoned slightly
irltb ginger. Farm and Ranch.
How's Your Stomach ?
Undue enlargement of the stomach in
dicates a dangerous condition. It Is often
caused by overeating and drinking. The
muscles which propel the food to the Intes
tines become weak. The food accumulates,
is Improperly digested, and the stomach Is
distended to enormous size. An inactive
liver is one of the causes, and constipation
and nerve trouble Is sure to result.
Smith's rincapple and Butternut Tills
give tone to the weak propelling muscles of
the stomach and intestines. They produce
a natural movement of the bowels and avoid
the formation of gas, which, if retained,
produces symptoms of self-poisoning.
Smith's Pineapple and Butternut Pills
cure constipation as if by magic They
regutate the functions of the liver. If your
eyes are clouded without cause, if yo
have specks and floating objects before
your vision, use Smith's Pineapple and
Butternut Pills, and get the poisonous
elements out of your blood. Physicians
use and recommend. They form no habit
You should always keep them on hand.
These little Vegetable Puis will ward off
many ills.
To Cure Constipation
Biliousness and Sick
Headache in a Night, use
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safe, effectual. Results lasting.
On the market IS years. Hare
cored thousands, too pUli in
original glass package, to cents.
Trial boiei, to pills, Weenta, All
druggists seU and recommend.
BUCHU
LITHIA
KIDNEY
PILLS
For .New Late Novelties
-IN
JEWELRY
SILVERWARE
WATCHES
Trye
SPENCER, The Jewele.
"Guaranteed articles only sold."
0
FFICE OF THE HONESDALE
CONSOLIDATED LIGHT, HEAT
AND POWER COMPANY
SPECIAL NOTICE TO STOCK
HOLDERS. The Board of Directors of this
Company have called a special meet
ing of its stockholders to be held at
the General office of the company,
In the Borough of Honesdale, Penn
sylvania, on the 14th day of July,
1010, at 3 o'clock, for the purpose
of voting for or against an Increase
of the Indebtedness of said company.
M. B. ALLEN, Secretary.
Tooth
Savers
We have the sort of tooth brushes that are
made to thorousbly cleanse anil save the
teeth.
They are the kind that clean teeth wlthou
eavlns vour mouth full of bristles.
We recommend those cotlns 25 cents or
more, as we can guarantee them and will re
place, free, nny that show defects of manu
facture within three months.
O. T. CHAHBERS,
PliARflACIST,
Opp. U. & H. Station HONESDALE. PA
I The National I
3
1
1 Stock man
and Farmer
and the
Citizen for one
year for $2.00
SiUUiltlE