sh THE FLOWER MAIDEN; sey cow 1 not find a mortal wife, And made him one of flowers; Het eyes they made of violets, et with their morning showers, They took the blossom of the oak, The blossom of the broom, The blossom of the meadowsweet, To be her body's bloom. But they forgot from mother-carth To beg the kindling coal; They made for him a wife of flowers, But they forgot the soul. — Ernest Rhys, in Harper's, (8 | 1 1 ) ] {| THE AVENGING 11 SPIRIT OF PALI J d ! ! J ) YOUNG Englishman stood on ihe deck of a sailing vessel coming into the har- bor of Honolulu. He had been living in the wilds of Australia for three years, and was making his first return to the Jand of his birth, where a pair of blue eyes were waiting to give him a lover's welcome. The vessel was several days overdue, and his brow clouded when he was told that the American ship which trans- ferred the Australian passengers had sailed the day before. That meant a month or more in this out-of-the-way island. He passed the day on the veranda of the quaint little hotel, inhaling the fra- grance of the vines and flowers. Lus- cious mangoes, figs, guavas snd tama- rinds were within reach of his hand; tall. palms and cocoanuts in the dis- tance bowed with the slight breeze, as if giving him honorable welcome to this paradise. That night there was a ball in the hotel, given in honor of a British man- of-war lying in the harbor. A native band played weird minor airs, beauti- ful women and handsome men in uni- form laughed, danced, and flirted as they might have done in any city of the 01d World. But, somehow, gayety seemed out of ¢ harmony with the soft voluptousness of this tropic isle. Then the perfumes of a jasmine flower, linked with the Jow motes of mellow laughter, drifted down the moonlight air; there was the rustle of silken skirts, the flash of a pair of soft, dark eyes, and he knew the queen of fairyland had come. An elderly man, with a slight, girl- ish figure clinging lightly to his arm, stopped at his side. “Pardon me,” the man said, in good English, as he lightly brushed some- thing from the young man’s shoulder. “A centipede. Youneed not be alarmed. They are harmless, unless angered.” The young man bowed his thanks. He was startled, not at the thought of the insect, but at the beauty of the girl. “It seems there are still disagreeable things in the Garden of Eden,” he re- plied, his eyes upon the fair creature looking up at him with innocent curios- ity. “Everything here is so beauti- ful,” he continued, hurriedly, to hide his boldness. “You see, I am a stranger among you. My name is Crampton. I am on my way from Australia to England. We missed the American ship, and I must await her return.” The other extended his hand. “My name is Brickwood. Mr. Cramp- ton, my daughter, Emaline.” A soft, musical voice acknowledged the “introduction, while dark, velvety eyes looked shyly into his. Then some one came to claim her for a promised waltz, and she floated away, leaving the fragrance of jasmine trailing be- hind her. The two men lighted cigars and talked. Crampton told enough of his affairs to win Brickwood’s confidence. The elder man was Devonshire born, and had settled on the island when it had a few white occupants, and had married a full-blooded native woman, the daughter of a chief. He was now postmaster. Long after the dancers had departed, Crampton sat on the veranda, puffing clouds of smoke into the feathery moonlight, and thinking of a beautiful girl with bronze skin, gowned in soft silk and crape, her only ornament a crown of jasmine flowers, the odor of which still lingered with him. He had accepted an invitation from her father to dine at their cottage next day, and he longed for the morrow that he might see her again. She seemed a part of the music and moonlight of this new, delightful world. For the first time for years he retired that night without looking at the portrait in the back of his watch. Into a vine-clad arbor of roses Cramp- ton passedy to be welcomed by the vis- jon of the previous evening. Again he drank in the scent of the jasmine flower, again he wandered in Elysium, entranced by the luster of those fawn- like eyes, again he heard the caressing tones of that flutelike voice. He was as one dazed by some strange spell, having its birth in a beauty new to him. But when her mother came into the room he feit a sudden shock, as though fie had fallen from a height. She was an enormous woman, dark copper in color, with irregular features, deep, luminous eyes, & broad, flat nose and straight black hair. She wore but one garment, a loose robe of bright red silk. Could this be the mother of the beau- tiful creature who had so enraptured him? There was no resemblance save in her voice, which was low and mel- Jow, like that of the girl. She sang native songs, thrumming an accompani- ment on a small instrument, half guitar, balf banjo. One of these songs, a wild, weird he asked for an interpretation of it. She told him it was the spirit song of the Pall, Many years ago there were several tribes on the island, They were cons tinually at war with each other. Mine ally two great chiefs formed all the people into two armies and weut out to battle for supremacy. The struggle was long and bloody. Many thousands were slain, At last Kamehameha defeated the followers of Oahua and drove them up the Newauna Valley to the top of the crater of Pall On this mountain the last battle was fought and the Oahua amd all his fol- Jowers were driven or thrown over the cliff, After the great slaughter a mist arose and began to fall like tears on the dead. It had never ceased. And in this mist the spirit of Pali, the protect- ing spirit of the natives, has her home. When any one wrongs a descendant of a chieftain’s line the spirit arises out of the mist and wreaks speedy vengeance. While she recounted this legend the woman seemed to be inspired. Her im- mense body swayed back and forth in time to her words, her half-closed eyes burned with deep fires. Crampton felt his blood chill in his veins. The story seemed to have some personal equation, to be in some subtle manner linked with his own future. Time braided the days into ropes of flowers for Crampton. The languor of the climate stole into his blood and lulled him to sweet security. With Emaline h& roamed about the island, enraptured with its beauty and his love of her. The picture -of the blue-eyed Saxon girl in the back of his watch was for- gotton. England, with its turgid civil- ization, seemed far away, unreal. It was as if he had always lived this indolent dream life. They walked and rode and swam together. She taught him the liquid love words of her peo- ple, which was like the music of shal- low waters rippling cver pebbles. Sometimes they wandered to the sum- mit of Pali and watched the misty tears falling into the depths where slept the heroes of an almost forgotten race. The place had a strange attrac- tion for him, and sometimes he coaxed the girl into repeating the legend. But to her light heart the tragic tale held no charms. She was like a fawn that loves to play in the sunlight, with- out thought of the past or future. He was sufficient for her. » But one day there came a vessel into the harbor and he awoke. His days of drifting were over. He must choose between ancestral home in a civilized country and this half-barbaric exist- ence; take up the duties and burdens of activity or embrace inaction, becom- ing for good and all a drone in the busy hive of the world’s life. . His Saxon blood rebelled at a future so cheap, so unimportant. It was a struggle, but his decision was made. It was late in the afternoon. Cramp- ton and Emaline had wandered far over the island, lingering in the flowery nooks that companionship had made dear to them. They stood now in the shadow of a palm half way up the crater of Pali. The sun, a chariot of fire, was rolling down toward the far-stretched line of the blue Pacific. In the harbor lay the ship that was to sail in the morn- ing; the ship that was to put two oceans between them. He told her as they stood there—told her with tlie. calm, steel-like tones of the Anglo-Saxon when he has to over- come himself; his face was drawn and white, buf with: no tremor in his voice —he told her all, his duty, his pros- pects, even his engagement to the blue- eyed girl. When he had concluded she stood like a flower over which has passed the hot breath blown from a desert. “Aloha nue loa oei,” she murmured. “We are one. I live not but in you; you are my life. I love you.” He would have answered her, but no words came to him. Like two statues of grief they stool in the soft sunlight. Then suddenly from above they heard a hissing sound. Out of the great mouth of Pali came a breath of steam that spread over their heads like a great fan. And in the centre of it stool a dark cloud in shape like a woman. Above them it hovered, reach- ing out long, sinuous arms. “The spirit! The spirit of Pali!” cried the girl, sinking to the ground and hid- ing her face from the light. Crampton stood for a moment trans- fixed with horror. Again he seemed to cee the old woman, the mother of Emaline, as she recited the weird legend. “When any one wrongs a de- scendant of a chieftain’s line the spirit rises out of the mist to wreak speedy vengeance.” The words rang in his ears like a clarion. He turned away with a shud- der. Then the materialism of his race came to his rescue. He caught up the 2irl in his arms and ran down the de- clivity toward the sea. Glancing back, he saw the shadow following them. On he plunged, an awful fear taking possession of him. He heard the hissing as of a great serpent behind him, Loose stones gave way under his feet and plunged down into the placid waters, cooing softly to the shore. Branches and briers tore at his flesh and retarded his speed. But he struggled on with his precious burden, fearing now to look behind. At last he reached the shore and plunged into the sea. The girl, revived by the waters, kissed his cheek and murmured, “Alo- ha.” The surf lifted them on its kind- 1y bosom and bore them forward. An- other swell, and yet another, and to one standing upon the sands they would have been but a tiny speck on the distant blue. Then the mist with the black shadow whirled about, returning to Pali. The spirit was avenged. But, clasped in .ach other's arms, ibe lovers drifted out to where love is the password te THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE FOOLED AGAIN. What He Wanted Was Less Mo iotony in Diet, and When He Cot It, Didn't Think It Funny. The head of the house had partaken of the soup in silence, with the air of one who is unwilling to diminish his standing as an epicure by indiscrim- inate praise. But when the platter for the meat course came in, he spoke, gays the New York Tribune. “Beef again!” he said, tragically. “Do you know, my dear,” dropping into a plaintive tone, “there are times when beef begins to pall on me?” “We had lamb yesterday,” said his wife, “and on Monday, you know, we had a roast loin of pork.” “Qh, I know! That's just it. Beef, mutton and pork, pork, mutton and beef! One monotonous round, and all taste alike. I sometimes think that the satable animals were originally one, and were only gradually differentiated by locality.” “You don’t care for chicken.” “Oh, I get tired of chicken, that's all,” with the patient tone of several martyrs. “What I would like is a little change—a little variety.” “We had a rabbit stew last week. I thought you enjoyed that. If you like, I'll have it again to-morrow” “My dear,” said the head of the house, almost dropping the carving- knife in his agitation, “I don’t see why you imagine because I happen to eat something with a tolerable relish I can stand it for seven days in the week! Let the rabbit rest for a while. Beef!” “The last time we had duck you said you never wanted to see another.” “The marketman sold you a black duck for a widgeon,” in a pained voice. “But you didn’t know that till you got the bill.” “I knew it was overdone,” with dig- nity. Then, as he inserted the point of the carving-knife in a convenient seam, he murmured again, “Beef!” “If I had known you wouldn't care for it I might have had some fish.” “You can't get any fish that has the right flavor after it has been packed and kept on ice.” “The marketman telephoned that he had some fine bear steak. I almost wish I'd got that.” “1 like it extremely, but, as you must have heard me say, Mary cannot—sim- ply cannot—cook it.” “It’s a pity that some new animal can’t be invented for you,” said the long-suffering housewife, rebelling at last. “I was reading the other day that they ate iguanas in South Amnier- ica, and that the Digger Indians con- sidered ants’ eggs a great delicacy.” “I don’t think I am hard to satisfy,” said the head of the house, helping himself to a substantial piece of the meat before him. “Perhaps I had no right to hint that an occasional variety in my diet would be——- What is this?” “What is which?’ said his wife, as he chewed slowly and analytically. “This—this meat.” “It's venison. The ewrrant jelly is to the right of you.” “1 suppose ydu think that is funny,” said the head of the house, trying to look dignified. Rented Wedding “Gifts.” “I was a party to a little deception this spring that was a new thing in my line of business,” said the propri- etor of a silverware store in Harlem. “A woman who studied abroad for her fairly successful career as a concert singer on this side of the Atlantic came to me to buy a wedding present for her niece. Tor that she paid cash. Then she proposed to hire various articles in my store for the wedding day, fur- nishing good security therefor, and paying a fair price for the loan of the goods. She assured me she had made similar arrangements with a bric-a- brace dealer in Broadway. I read an account of the wedding in the news. papers. The silverware 1 had rented was duly mentioned among the gifts. I presume there were others. I find that renting out wedding gifts is quite a common occurrence in Paris and London, but I never before heard of it in New York.” The Pace That Kills. The microbe of hurry, hurry, useless hurry, is in the air; so much so, in fact, that it is almost impossible for a city dweller, no matter how well bal- anced he may be, not to become inocu. lated with it. Women and song are not the only influences that go to make up the “pace that kills.” The average life of the business man or the society woman hurries people to catastrophe as fast as does that of the “rounder” or ‘‘dissipate.” Did you ever do anything on this order—rush your meals, rush your play, make a fool of yourself running half a block for a car already crowded to the guards? You plead guilty, do you? Then you are going a pace that kills just as surely as the more widely her- alded pace.—Kansas City Star. eee. Under the Razor. One day last week Burt Lynch was shaving a man. He was in a hurry to finish him, as he wanted to go to a show and he threw the lather around rather recklessly. Some of the soap got in a customer’s mouth, and he, of course, registered a mighty kick. In- stead of taking umbrage at the man’s hot language, the barber told him to keep quiet and be careful not to let the boss hear him, and he wouldn't charge him anything extra.—I'ree- water (Ore.) Times. Regrets. People are always regretting that they didn’t have the sense “then” fat they have “now,” little realiz- g that they haven't much ‘“‘now.”’— Atchison Globe. ebant, moved the Englishman so that eternal bliss.- Illustrated Bits, According to the Express, Loudon had a day of “blaring sunshine” June 14, which “sent the temperature up to sixty-eight degrees.” Sheerness, England, though an im- portant naval station and a town of more than 15,000 inhabitants, does not possess a single telephone. Rosa Wedsted, the Finnish giantess, of Helgingfors, has now reached the height of seven feet two inches. She is twenty-four years old and is still growing. A bee that works only at night is found in the jungles of India. It is an unusually large insect. The combs are often six feet long and from four to six inches thick. The Prince of Monaco, a devotee of deep-sea curiosities, has found lum- inous shrimps living at great depth, where all ig dark. When put in an aquarium they lose their light-giving properties. While a smal! engine weighing fifteen tons, used by the railway contractors, was crossing the Victoria Falls bridge just after nightfall it ran over some- thing on the line, says South Africa. The driver pulled up to ascertain the nature of the obstacle, and was con- siderably surprised to find an enormous leopard lying terribly injured between the rails. The brute expired in a few moments. It measured eight feet in length, and a marvelous feature of the incident is that the engine was not de- railed. In an address delivered before the Section of Anthropology of the Ameri. can Association for the Advancement of Science, Mr. E. L. Blackshear main- tains the proposition that the scarcity of islands, peninsulas and bays along most of the coast line of continental Africa has directly exerted a profound influence on the character of the inhab- itants of Africa, bv isolating them from all the great world movements of history. Deprived of the stimulus of commercial and maritime influences, they have remained stationary and dor mant with regard to the crganie life of the human species. His Sunday at Home. An Atchison man who was compeiled to spend yesterday at home because of the rain had neglected to lay in a sup- ply of newspapers, and had to fall back upon his wife's kind of reading matter to kill time. At 11 o'clock he picked up her favorite. When she salled him to dinner at 1 o’Clock she noticed a wild glare in his eyes. He ate in silence, putting olive oil in his aoffee and sugar on his cucumbers, but still she suspected nothing. He returned to his reading after dinner, and at 4, when she was sitting in a shair near him reading “The Dreams of Gladys,” and thinking how lovely it was to have a rainy Sunday and her husband all to herself, giving him op- portunity to read what she liked and to discuss it with her afterward, he suddenly gave a loud yell, threw down the book, grabbed her by the hair and tried to cut her throat with a hair- brush. The man had read her favorite novel through and had gone mad. It required five neighbor men to hold him 111 night, but this morning he was some quieter. He has had a violent attgck only once to-day, and that was when his eyes, wandering around the room, fell upon some of his wife’s favorite iterature on the side table. It was nec- essary upon this occasion to give him morphine.—Atchison Globe. The Jonah Woman. Street car conductors regard inquisi- tive women passengers with supersti- tious dread. The other day a fuse blew out in a Broadway car and that car was hitched on as a. trailer to the one ahead. Presently a woman began to ask questions. “What would happen,” she said, “if the fuse were to blow out in that car ahead? What would become of us? Would the car ahead of that be able to drag both these cars?’ “I don’t know,” said the conductor. “But don’t worry. We won't have a chance to find out. A double accident of that kind has never happened to a car of mine yet, and it isn’t likely to happen once in a hundred years.” Just then there was an explosion ahead and both cars came to a stand” still. The fuse had blown out. “Confound that woman,” growled the conductor. ‘That is all her fault. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't asked so many fool question. She's a Jonah.”—New York Press, Still Useful. “Since you have installed dynamite guns to check tornadoes and whirl. winds.” said the Eastern man, “I sup- pose you have no further use for your cyclone cellar.” “Yaas, stranger,” drawled the Kan: sas farmer, “them cyclone cellars is mighty useful sometimes. Here! Here! Look at that cloud on the horizon! Run fer th’ cellar!” Grasping the Eastern man by the ' arm he whirled him off on the run for that refuge, and battened down the dooor just as a rumbling sound as of earthquakes filled the air. “Was that a cyclone?’ asked the Easterner, wonderingly. “Wuss, far wuss, stranger!” said the Kansan. “Thet was Cholly de Chump- jeigh in his 200 H. P. autermobile try- in’ to cut down th’ record run between N’Yawk and ’Frisco to ten days, twen- ty minutes and four and a half sec- onds. THE NATIONAL GAME. Chesbro still works the “spit ball” Freeman is doing some of his old- time stick work. “Ducky” Holmes (Am.) is batting well for Chicago. Second baseman Huggins is playing sensational ball for Cincinnati, The Washington Club has sold sec. ond baseman Mullin to the Baltimore Club, Pitcher Bernhard is acting manager of the Cleveland Club during Lajole’s disability. Bransfield has already stolen more bases this season for the Phillies than he did all last year for Pittsburg. Stomach trouble, a bad ankle and blood poisoning make Lajoie's life a big load of discomfort these days. Walter Clarkson, it is now ane nounced, will not return to New York until the close of the Eastern League season, Charley Hickman has strengthened the Washingtons since he joined the team, and fans say that he is well worth the money paid for his release. George McBride, the young short. stop secured by St. Louis from Pitts. burg, handles himself well and looks like a good one. He also bats and throws well. Malachi Kittredge, of the Washing: tons, thinks that Boston has a fine show for the pennant. “They'll come around all right bye and bye,” says he. “They have the pitchers.” When some of the Boston players learn to hold their bat a little shorter, and also to hurry their swings, their batting might be a little better, At least ge Tim Murnane declares, Tim Murnane says that thc erratie work of the New York pitching staff is caused by a desire to use the spit ball. It put Chesbro out of it, and Al Orth has lost his effectiveness while trvine ta master tha now idaa NEWSY GLEANINGS, The Nile dam at Assouan has saved Egypt's cotton crop. Norway still favors a monarchy, says the President of the Storthing. A Michigan court has decided that a husband is the heir-at-law of his wife. Within a few years the Steel Corpor- ation will need 20,000,000 tons of ore a year. Since the first of the year this coun- try has imported $2,000,000 worth of automobiles. A Kentucky woman, only thirty. three years old, has just acquired her ninth husband. Horace C. Silsbury, inventor of the steam fire engine, is dead at his home in Seneca Falls, N. Y, Mme. Sarah Bernhardt’s extrava- gance is well known, and her house in Paris shows it ir every way. The telephone and rural free delivery of mail have increased Georgia farm lands from $10 to $100 an acre. The Yaqui Indians, of Sonora, Mex: jco, tiring of the long, diastrous war against the Government, are now ask- ing peace. The New York Central Railroad has obtained the State's co-operation in its plans to abolish all grade crossings within fifty miles of New York City. Of the wounded Russian soldiers treated at Harbin, 1200 were found tc have mutilated themselves by cutting off the first fingers of the right hand. Twenty-six school teachers at Chi cago attached a tourist car in which they had traveled to Portland, Ore, claiming they had not been fed as well as agreed upon, The annual report of Postmaster George H. Hibbard shows a revenue from the Boston district of $4,508,743 for the fiscal year ended July 1. The cost of clerk and carrier hire was 1, 026,073, and of the rural free delivery The German Crown Prince. A story of the German Crown Prince’s student days at Bonn illus trates an admirable trait in his char- acter, his loyalty to a friend once made. It is a point of honor in the student duels which Mark Twain has made famous in English speaking countries that a combatant should not flinch when the part of his cheek which is not protected by copious padding receives a slash from the ra- pier. If he does so he is dismissed the corps as devoid of “courage.” An otherwise excellent young man, an intimate friend of the Crown Prince, winced on one of these cccasions, says the Manchester Guardian, and rendered himself liable to the custo- mary penalty. The Crowe Prince de- clared that if the sentence were car- ried out he would forthwith leave the corps and ostentatiously frequent the society of his friend the delinquent. He carried his point.—St. Jame’s Ga- zette. REMOVING BRASS STAINS. An authority declares that the blackest s®ains on brass will yield to oxalic acid and a chamois. The acid should be used with the utmost cau- tion, of course, and the bottle, if any acid be left, placed absolutely out of reach of irresponsible members of the family. Pennsylvania Railroad. In effect May 29, 1904. Main Line. Leave COresson—Eastward. Sea Shore Express, week days.. . 624am Harrisburg Express, (ex Sun.) 926am Main Line Express, daily...... .110lam Philadelphia Accom. (ex Sun.). . 1253 pm Day Express........... 237pm Mail Express, daily. 501 pm Fastern Express 8llpm Sundays......... .1267pm Leave Cresson—Westward. Sheridan Accom., week days . 810am Pacific Express, daily... 832am Way Passenger, daily. 156 pm ress. 857pm 434pm 453 pm 700 pm 6pm 7 Cambria & Clearfield. Division. In effect May 29, 1904. Leave Patton—Southward. Train No. 703 at 6:50 a. m. arriving at Cresson at a a, m. n Ne 709 at 8:38 p. m. arriving at Oresson at 4:25 p' m. Leave Patton—Northward. Train No. 704 at 10:47 a. m. arriving at Ma haffey at 11:43 8. m. und at Glen Campbell at 12:15a. m, Trin No 708 at 6:07 p m. a § ENTRAL & HUDSON RIVER R. R. (Pennsylvania Division.) Beech Creek District. Condensed Time Table. Read d June 10, 1804 Xp. a] No 30 No am il sa © Patton Westover Arcadia Mahatley Kerrmoor Gazzam Kerrmoor New Miliport Olanta Mitchells Clearfield Woodland Wallaceton Morrisdale Mines Munson } Philipsburg 2 = » ec r 8 S88 Iv 700 ar <5 5 < RI <es PE Z< Munson Winburne Peale Gillintown 8&now Shoe Beech Cree Mill Hall Lock Haven Oak Grove Jersey Shore Williamsport Phil’a & Reading RR Williamsport lv Philadelphia ar lv NY via Tamaqua ar 040 lv NYvia Phila ar 1040 kt tt rt nd kk th Bk ft ok - GPP NNUDPODLODOODOLDDDD = += bo A3 3 10 AS pe 8 et iy BEE CSE EERRa GEA RRSARESIESR3EES Werte me OOO PCO BaEESaSSLREEES SEs NSAEE ok th kk td Bd rk - - < » H og 88 © 2 = ~E 8% SE wv B Se Par < 8 DESUESERRNIECEGSBREISEEREESSEEEEE BEE gREB AE RAISE RESREAGERSSS2S 8 © B ® B PIE T TTT 1000000 NANNR RONDA ADIT tt oN = 8 Daily. {Week days. m Sunday. {11 vm Suaday ny vn Connections—At Williamsport with Phila felphia and Reading Railway; at J Shore with the Fall Brook District; at M with Central Railroad of Pennsylvania; Ripe, with Pennsylvania railroad and P CR R; at Clearficld with the Bi falo, Rochester and Pittsburg rail 3 at bafey and Patton with Cambria and Clearficld division of the Pennsyvania railroad; at baffey with the Pennsylvania and Northe western railway. E Geo. H. Daniels, ‘W. H. Northrup, Gen. Pass. Ast. Gen, Ap New York, ‘Williamsport, J. P. Bradfield, wen’) Supt., New York. Pittsburg, Johnstown, Ebeas burg & Eastern R.R. Condensed Time Table in effact June §, 38k Leaving Ramey. am pm is in =< = Lo aa 2% Philipsbu L725 945 200 Leaving Philipsburg. am am am pm pm pW 280 ¢52 24¢ 508 808 6506 815 6587 8 820 bH42 830 s42 UNDAY TRAINS. with Beech Creek rallroad trains for and Bellefonte, Loca Haven, Williamsport, ing, Philadelpuia and New York, Lawrenés ville, Corning, Clearfield, Mahaffey and Patton; Curwensv. Dubois, Punxsutawney, Ridgway, Bradfol Buffalo and Rochester- Connections at Osceola Mills with Houtsy daleand Ramey with P R R train leaving Tyrone at 7:20 p. m. ‘or full information RPS, to J. 0. REED, Superintendents — Connections—At Philipsburg(Union nies Philadelphia & Reading Railway, Engines Burn Hard OCoal—No Smokes IN EFFECT MAY 15, 1904. Trains Leave Williamsport From Depot, Fool of Pine Street, For New York via Philadelphia 7:30, 10a. my 12:29, 4:00, 11:30 p. m. Sunday 10:00 a. mu, 11:30 p. m. For New York via Easton 10 a. m., 12:20 noon, Sundays 10 a. m. For Riiiadophia, Reading, Tamaqua, Mae hanoy City, Ashland and all points in Schuyly kill coal region 7:30, 10 a. m., 12:29, 4 and 11: p.m. Sandays 10a. m., 11:30 p. m. Trains for Williamsport: Leave New York via Easton 4, 9:10 a. me 1:20 p. m. Sundays 4:25 a. m. and 1 p. m. Leave New York via Philadelphia 12:15, 4:28, 8:00, a. m., 2:00 and 7:00 p. m. Sundays 12:16& m., 4:25a8 m, 12:00 and 9 p. m. Leave Philadelphia, Reading Terminal, 4 a. m-, 8:36 and 10:20 a. m., and 4:35 p. m., an 11:30 p. m. Sundays 4, 4:00 a. m., 4:06 p. Ms aid 11:30 p m. } ‘hrough coaches and parlor cars to and fro; Philadelphia and New York, = Tickets can be procured in /llnsport ay the City ticket office and at the depot, foot Pine Street. Baggage checked from hotels and residences direct to déstination. c Epsoy J. KS eneral Passenger Agen A. T. DICE, 5 ¥ . General Superintendent, / Reading Terminal, Philadelphia. Parlor Cars on all express trains. Huntingdon & Broad Top Mt. Railroad. In effect Sept. 7, 1903. Southward. Train No. 1 (Express) leaves Huntingdon (every day except Sunday) for Mt. Dallas at 8:35 a. m., arriving at Mt. Dallas at 10:20 a. m, Train No. 8,(Mail) leaves Huntingdon every day except Sunday) for Mt. Dallas at 5:55 p.m. arriving at Mt. Dallas at 7:30 p. m. Tran No. 7, (Sundays only) leaves Huntin don for Mt. Dallas at 8:35 a.m., arriving at Dallas at 10:05 a. m. ~All trains make connections at Mt. Dale Northward. i Train No. 4 (Mail) leaves Mt. Dallas (eve day except Sunday) for Huntingdon at 9: a. m., arriving at Huntingdon at 11:10 a. m. Train No. 2 (Fast Line) leaves Mt. Dallas {every day except Sunday) for Huntingdon a$ :40 p. m., arriving at Huntingdon at 5:15 p. m Train No. 8, (Sundays only) leaves Mt. Dale las for Huntingdon at 4:04gp. m., arriving at 5:30 p. m. All trains make close connections with R. R. both east and west at Huntingdon, CARL M. GAGE, General Manager In ironing handkerchiefs it is use- ful to remember that the middle should be ironed first; to iron the edge first causes the middle to swell out like a balloon, and makes it diffi- cult to iron satisfactorily. Test the iron carefully before using it; a piece of rag should be at hand for this pur- pose. 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