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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,
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{| THE AVENGING
11 SPIRIT OF PALI
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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.
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& HUDSON RIVER R. R.
(Pennsylvania Division.)
Beech Creek District.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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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To Philipsburg.
am pm pm PE
'ernwood 825 12 0
altzvale. £35 1214 6
ey... 840 1218 1250 6
Houtzdale 8 52 230 102 :
Osceola...... 911 124
Philipsburg... 925 188 7
To Ramey.
am pm pm pm
Philipsburg. 9 40 200 8
Osceola...... 954 214 :
Houtzdale 1013 1230 2 3
Ramey..... 1025 1242 2 8
Waltzval . 1030 250
Fernwood.... ewe 10 40 8 00
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