ADVERSE FATES
"I am listening to yon," said Annella,
bending her blond little head and Mario
felt that her slender hand trembled in
his.
Who was Annella?
The beautiful widow of Count
Giummi had found her one day, pale,
desolate and exhausted, beside a dead
Woman in a squalid, dark room. That
dead woman was the aunt of the count
ess and the mother of Afnella, and the
poverty which surrounded her was the
sole inheritance of the fair young^girl.
Countess Giummi, rich, admired and
courted by the fine flower of aristocratic
Balons, lived upon vanity and coquetry.
But in spite of that she had a morsel of
heart, and poor Annella's little white
face hod the power to draw two beauti
ful tears, more lucent than pearls, from
her great, Wack, enchanting eyes. If
the baron, the viscount or the marquis
could have seen those two pearls, surely
they would have loved her even more
than they did—so compassionato and
tender did sho seem amid tho triumphs
of her happy youth.
That same evening Annella reposed in
a soft bed, under a counterpane of pink
silk, while nt the balcony window, that
sho had left partly open, the moon
peered in and laid a tint of pallor upon
tho rose red divans of the elegant little
room.
Two years passed after that first tran
quil sleep. Annella's beauty, which early
privations and sorrows had almost with
ered in the bud, bloomed again as if by
magic. It was a pleasure to seo the
radiant girl; a slender little person, but
with perfoct curves of outline, the bust
full, the throat of admirable softness,
and the little head—oh, that dainty little
head was like an artist's thought! Like
a golden wave, the curling hair, which
she wore unbound and floating, rippled
down her shoulders; her eyes laughed
with the color of the clear heavens un
der arching, delicato eyebrows that
were black against the whiteness of her
forehead and gave a resolute expression
to her beautiful countenance. Her
small, rosy mouth was always smiling;
it was but a languid smile and tinged
with an expression of melancholy or
bitterness.
Now, after having sketched Annella's
graceful figure, it seems strange not to
be able to give it a background of bright
colors. We know how much a brilliant
setting adds to a gem, and certainly the
Countess Giummi's beauty gained great
ly by tho luxury and richness of her
dress and surroundings. A fashionable
dressmaker, an artist in his line, dressed
her with Parisian taste; a skillful young
woman, who was maid and confidante
togother, combed the wealth of her dark
hair that touched the floor and adapted
to her shapely porson stuffs, tolors,
flowers and jewels. From their hands
tho countess issued a true goddess of
love, and her shrine gleaming xvith
silks, marbles, silver and crystal in
creased tho enchantment and rendered
her marvelous to the eyes of visitors.
Poor Annella! so simple in her little
muslin gown; so timid in that ricli
house, not her own, how could sho con
tend for tho palm with that superb
queen? And it is no new thing that the
bright rays of tho moon dim the placid
light of the quiet stars. So the hundred
gentlemen that flocked into thoße gilded
rooms had eyes only for the beautiful
and if they deigned to bestow
s passing word or look on the timid girl,
that was merely an act of homage to the
reigning lady, homage that showed
their admiration for her charity to a de
pendent They all knew, and from her
own mouth, too, the countess had taken
tho forsaken orphan to this beautiful
home and changed her sorrow to happi
ness,
But was Annella really happy?
Her young heart thirsted for love. In
her childhood she had been the one
treasure of her poor mother, and though
ihe had often lacked bread, air and sun
light, caresses were never wanting. Sho
knew the sweetness of a kiss into which
Ib transfused all a loving soul; she
know the dual life, the breath mingled
(vith another breath from a breast pal
pitating with tenderness. Yes.hermoth
sr'g love had taught her all these things,
ind taught them to her in poverty. Then
:ame fine times, abundance of every
thing, new amusements every day and
'very hour, noisy gayeties and the lux
ary of carriages and dinners. But
itrange to say, amid all this laughter of
Hfe, her heart was narrowed, closed.
3ho indeed no longer suffered from hun
qer, cold or fear of worse misfortunes
but henceforth she had no one to love
per, nor a simple object to call forth
Per own love, though she felt an over
powering need to bestow on some one
ill her warm, impassioned soul.
At first she had tried for this exchange
>f affection with her cousin, the mag
nificent countess. Alas! she had found
per kind, courteous, generous, but friv
jlous, full of herself and her attractions,
ind incapablo not only of feeling love,
but even of comprehending it.
Discomfited. Annella had looked about
ler, and amid that array of faces, coats
ind decorations that made a circle
iround her beautiful cousin she had
lought and sought. An odd girl! Sho
lad actually found those polished gen
ilemen empty and unsympathetic., al
ihough finely clad and unexceptionable
brom top to toe. How could she have
larod to raise even her thoughts to the
leights on wkprji they moved? Which
if them would have deigned to descend
a her, a poor little orphan, sheltered by
die pity of her cousin?
Thus set apart and averse to all flat
eriea, she led her own life, amid tho
lestivltios and the constant noise and
lonfuslon of the house.
Bnt one evening she discovered among
be crowd n newcomer — blond and
undsorae lihe herself, and like herself
ad, timid and embarrassed. At once
i secret sympathy attracted her toward
rotting Mario. It seemod to her that sho
night be hble to comfort him with her
voids, tor snrely he cherished a deep
nsrotrin his heart, since his fine face
JMWM Wveiy c<Aocj and
his eyes often glistened as if ■with re
strained tears.
He welcomed sympathy so eagerly
that it appeared as if he sought her, as
if he came solely for her sake. And
they soon talked freely together. After
their first meeting, which was full of
embarrassment to both of them, they
passed all the reception evenings of the
splendid countess together. Annella al
ways awaitod him with indescribable
emotion, and when she saw him appear
ing in the doorway, diffident and shy, all
her life was concentrated in her heart,
that beat, beat as if it would burst its
bonds. Then with studied carelessness
he wandered through the rooms until
he succeeded in placing himself at her
side, from whence he did not stir until
the last guests were about to leave.
Mario had told the story of his life—
his poor life of discomfort and isolation.
Ho, too, was an orphan, brought up by
strangers who had speculated upon his
talent. By force of study and effort he
had at last made for himself a position
that had enabled him to demand his
liberty in exchange for a monthly pay
ment. Never, poor soul, had he tasted
the sweetness of mutual love.
Annella, in her secret heart, rejoiced
at all this. For would it not be her
privilege to give him the delights that
he had never experienced, her task to
mako him forget the bitterness of so
many years, and to reward him for all
his sufferings? At night how many
dreams of this kind peopled the virginal
little room of tho young girl, and in
fancy she saw herself already an adored
wife, clasped to the gentle and noble
breast of her beloved Mario.
Ono thing, however, preoccupied her
mind. When she met Mario for the first
time a cloud of sadness had veiled his
attractive countenance, a sadness behind
which she had perceived a deeply wound
ed heart. Of that wound Mario had
never spoken to her, but the cloud had
not passed away, notwithstanding tho
love that Annella breathed toward him
from her eyes, her smile, her entire per
sonality. And then, too, there was
something else that Bhe would have
wished—indeed, she expected it every
evening, and always vainly—the final
outburst of Mario's love. He loved her
—oh! she was sure of that—but why did
he not tell her so? Of courso, natural
timidity—the fear of troubling her
simple life. He was so noble, her Mario!
But finally he must explain himself.
Ohl and she would not stammer in giv
ing him a favorable answer; such a yes
would escape her lips—and then what
mutual joy, what warmth in their fu
ture talks! Then she would be obliged
to tell it to her cousin, and the kind
countess would willingly consent. But
why did he not speak to her?
One evfening when they were alone in
tho shadow of the littlo yellow drawing
room Mario suddenly let himself go,
seized her trembling hand and mur
mured to her, "I will—l must speak to
you—at last!"
And Annella, bending her fair head
and almost Ruffocatcd with emotion, re
plied. "I am listening to you!"
"Dear Annella," Mario began, "have
you never asked yourself why I first
came to this house?"
"How should I? Chance perhaps,"
murmured Annella, hardly able to con
tain her joy, while her heart cried out
the answer, "For me, for me alone!"
"It was not a chance, no—l caino here
conquered, led by passion alone. I
loved and was wild with pain before I
set foot inside the house," declared Ma
rio.
Annolla trembled, not daring to inter
rupt him, but she would have liked to
fling herself upon his neck without let
ting him finish, and to say to him amid
a world of kisses, "Here is joy for you!"
But ho continued, "I loved, and today 1
love more than theni I suffered, and to
day I suffer more than ever."
Tlio girl started and looked, wild
eyed, at his face. Why did he speak of
suffering ? Had he not understood her
great lovo? Or was ho feigning, per
haps, in order to hear her confess it?
"Dear girl," and here Mario caressed
her hand, "you indeed have comforted
mo, you have helped me to bear my
grief; but now my anguish has reached
the last degree—l know that my love
will never be returned."
"No, no; you mistake!" Anella invol
untarily interrupted, bending IWoward
him.
"I mistake?" he exclaimed, with hope
beaming in his glance. "Why do you
say so? Do you know who it is that 1
love f"
And Annella, shamefaced and con
fused, stammered, "I imagine."
"Well," continued Mario bitterly, "if
you know whom I love you will have
seen for some time that she not only
does not even dream of this tempest in
my soul, but she would never imagino
that one so low would dare to lift his
eyes to her."
What! Was he going mad? Why
did he talk of descending? And tho
girl, profoundly troubled, asked him
quickly: "She! Who?"
"Your cousin, the countess, of
course."
"Do you love her? Her;" And An
nella could say no more. She felt a
chill like ice through her veins, a ring
ing in her ears; she saw sparks, shad
ows, before her eyes—then nothing.
When she came to herself she was
npon her bed, with the beautiful count
ess bending a little uneasily over her.
"Oh, what was the matter?" asked the
countess; "have you quarreled this
tvening?"
"With whom?" said Annella, not yet
quite herself.
'"With Mario, with your impassioned
Mario, who, I hope, will decide to ask
me for your hand."
"Ah!" exclaimed the poor girl, "Mario
loves only you."
"Me!" replied the countess, with a
Haughty mien. "What a stupid man!"
knd she weutito tho mirror tt> arrange
Ihe corsage ofttho scarlet gown that sot
jff the marble'whiteness of her perfect
ihonlders.
Annella burled her face in the pillow,
ind drenched it with' scalding tears.—
Translated from the Italian of Erminia
Bazxocchl, for Short'tStorice, by E. Ca
raws.
—.""T* *•"** r~ ~ ~V:
Sunstroke Stops of 70 a;ic| gfl.
A marriage was interrupted Thursday
night by the groom becoming suddenly
overcome with the heat and he had to
be taken to his hotel, where he has been
confined to his bed ever since.
The groom in qnes&on is Mr. W. S.
Fowler who boards at the Enterprise
hotel. Until a short while ago he con
ducted a livery stable on East Market
street, but retired about a year ago with
a comfortable fortune. Mr. Fowler is
a widower, seventy-five years old, and
has several grown children. A short
while ago he met Miss Lillie Townsend,
a young woman twenty-five years of
age, who is employed by J. Bacon & Sons
at the glove counter.
The courtship did not last long till the
engagement was announced. Mr. Fowl
er's children, it seems, objected strongly
to the marriage and did everything in
their powor to break off the match. They
were unsuccessful, however, and June
15, the day set for the marriage, arrived.
The wedding was to take place where
Miss Townsend has boarded for several
years. Everything was in readiness at
the time appointed—the guests, the min
ister and the happy couple.
Just before the time for the ceremony
Mr. Fowler bocame very faint and
would have fallen but for the support of
one of the guests. He dfcon lost con
sciousness and was taken to the Enter
prise hotel in a carriage, where he was
put to bed and the doctor summoned.
His condition was found not to be seri
ous, but he was suffering from a slight
case of sunstroke.—Louisville Courier-
Journal.
An Imprisoned Genius.
Alberto Lopaz, who was taken to
Yuma recently to serve a two years'
term for burglary gave his personal ef
fects to his friends about the jail.
Deputy Barry was presented with a fac
simile of the Episcopal church made
out of pasteboard. Lopaz could see the
church from one of the jail windows,
and he reproduced it almost perfectly.
He borrowed a knife from Deputy Sheri
dan with which he cut up the paste
board, and then mado paste from flour
with which to stick the pieces together.
It is a piece of workmanship to lie proud
of. The greatest production of Lopaz
while confined in jail here is a reproduc
tion of the magnificent Merchants' ex
change building in Guadalajara. The
entire affair is constructed of paper.
On tho inside of the building aro the
stairways, etc., each perfect in its con
struction. The prisoner must be pos
sessed of a memory much stronger than
moßt men are, to remember every detail
of that large structure for a number of
years. However much genius the man
possessed, he has made bad use of it.—
Phoenix Herald.
Troublesome Seals*
The salmon fishermen down the river
and bay are having trouble tips spring
from the seals, as usual. These pests
are multiplying rather than decreasing
and aro causing great losses to the weirs.
While the seals of the arctic regions
have the reputation of being slow,
stupid animals, hunters killing them
with clubs, those on the Maine coast
are the sharpest game to be found.
They will go in and out of the salmon
weirs, either by force or strategy, and
eat all the fish they want. They are
very hard to get a shot at, and when hit
sink to the bottom, the carcass thus
being lost to the gunner. One fisher
man remarked on a recent Saturday
that there was a small fortune in store
for the man who would invent a trap
that would catch seals and hold them.
The bounty upon them doesn't seem to
do a bit of good.—Bangor (Me.) Com
mercial.
No Buyer for Riklelgh's Youghall House.
Sir Walter Raleigh's Irish home in
Youghall, County Cork, which belonged
to the late Sir John Pope Henuessy, M.
P., was put up for sale by Messrs. E. &
H. Lumley, in the Auction mart, To
kenhouse yard. The house is a fine
specimen of Elizabethan architecture.
It was there that Sir Walter smoked
the first pipe of tobacco in Ireland and
received an unexpected bath from a
faithful servant maid, who, on seeing
the blue smoke emerging from her mas
ter's mouth and curling around his head,
thought Sir Walter was falling a victim
to spontaneous combustion and threw a
pail of cold water oyer him to extinguish
the conflagration. Only £1,250 was bid
for the property, which was according
ly bought in by the auctioneer, who
said he could not think of selling a his
torical mansion like it for such a figure.
—London Telograph.
Telephone from Turin to Rordeoux.
At 8 o'clock yesterday afternoon the
new telephone line between Paris and
Bordeaux was opened. Complimentary
messages were exchanged between the
presidents of the chambers of commerce
of both cities, and the minister of com
merce, and the mayor of Bordeaux. The
telephone works exceedingly well, every
word being clearly heard. Before con
cluding the Elysee telephone was hitched
on and a complimentary message sent
through from Bordeaux to President
Carnot, to which he replied in suitable
terms.—Galignani Messenger.
Snow In Juno, but None In Winter.
Persons returning from the hills re
port that a foot of snow fell Wednesday.
It extended down within 2,000 feet of
the plains. A shower of "round" snow
fell in the vineyards lietween Fresno
and the base of the Sierra Nevada moun
tains, where no snow fell at any time
last winter.—Fresno Cor. San Francisco
Chronicle.
W. C. Crawford is now, at the age of
eighty-six, living in destitution at Alva
rado, Tex. He is the sole survivor of
the band of patriots Who Bigned the dec
laration of Texas independence at Wash
ington, on the Brazos river, March 2,
1886.
During a masked ball at Covent Gar-
Jon theater tliioves mado off with valu-
Ible diamonds and jewelry which they
tre said to have cnt from the ladies'
(res M*.
An Uncanny Monster.
The people residing along Palmetto
creek, South Carolina, as well as thoße
for miles back in the "slashes," are
highly excited over the appearance of a
strange and uncouth creature in that
vicinity. The beast is described as be
ing a creature that far outdoes the night
mare ideas of the mythologists. It is
equally at home in the water, on the
land or among the tall trees of the
neighborhood, where it has been most
frequently seen. The general contour
of the head reminds one of some gigantic
serpent with this exception: The "snout"
terminates in a bulbus, monkey faced
knot, which much resembles the physi
ognomy of some gigantic ape. From
the neck down, with the exception of
some fin shaped flippers, which extend
from the arms to the waist, the creature
resembles a man, only that the toes and
fingers are armed with claws from two
to six inches long.
Tracks made by the beast in the soft
mud around Hennis lake have been
taken to Donner's Grove, where they are
kept on exhibition in a druggist's show
case. Those who have seen the horrid
thing face to face say that it is a full
nine feet in height, which could hardly
be believed only for the fact that the
tracks mentioned above are within a
6mall fraction of fifteen inches in length.
Fishermen who surprised the monster
sitting silently on a mass of driftwood
declared that its back looked like an al
ligator's, and that it had a caudal ter
mination a yard long, which forked like
the tail of a fish.—St. Louis Republic.
Little Short of Murder.
The neighbors around a certain corner
of Ash street were alarmed on Monday
night by low moans issuing from a close
ly curtained carriage that stood on the
corner. A driver sat upon the sent.
One of the neighlrors came out and ap
proached the team to ask what was the
matter. Before he reached the corner
the driver caught sight of him, and
whipping up the horses drove rapidly
off. The folks were doubly alarmed,
and after a good deal of exciting talk
asked a policeman to call at the houßeon
tho corner and ascertain who was hurt,
or if any mystery was in the moans. He
talked with an excited woman who
came to tho door, and also with a man
who wiped his eyes with a handkerchief,
while the neighbors stood across the
street in suspicious silence. The officer
camo over the street and told them that
the old family dog, the hero of dozens
and dozens of fights and of 28 years, had
been carried off to die by a bullet. The
dog evidently understood his fate, for
he began to moan and moan as soon as
they took him from the house.—Lewis
ton Journal.
Eskimos for the World's Fair.
Two well known Swedish sfcientists.
MM. Bjorling and Kallstemuis, arrived
at St. John's, Newfoundland, yesterday.
They are commissioned by the geo
graphical and geological societies of
Stockholm to explore the shores of
Smith's sound, in tho Arctic regions, to
collect spccimons of the flora and fauna
of the district and to take astronomical
observations. They will hire a schooner
in St. John's for their voyage, from
which they expect to return in Septem
ber. Information has been received
that a party of Americans is coming to
explore Labrador and visit the Great
falls, which were discovered last year.
Another American party leaves here
soon in order to transport for the World's
fair at Chicago threo villages of different
tribes of Eskimos, with all their be
longings, and also a village of Indianß
inhabiting the mountainous districts in
tho interior of Labrador.—Newfound
land Cor. Pall Mall Gazette.
A Hall of Fire on a Housetop.
During a severe electrical storm this
evening the Crescent oil refinery was
struck by lightning and caught fire, but
the blazo was extinguished without
muoh damage. The house of Ferdinand
Kreincr was struck by a ball of electric
fire, which exploded with tremendous
force. A fire alarm was turned in, but
the electrical display burned itself out
without even setting fire to the house.
Eyewitnesses say it was the most re
markable sight they ever witnessed. An
enormous electric globe of fire lodged
against the peak of the house, where it
hung, burning and spitting flashes of
fire until exhausted. Every inmate of
the place was more or less severely
shocked, the air being heavily charged.
All watches and clocks on the premises
were stopped and other electrical phe
nomena occurred.—Bradford Cor. Pitts
burg Dispatch.
lied Demolished, Occupants Unharmed.
| A strange freak of a bolt of lightning
i occurred at Jeannette during the heavy
storm last evening. Mr. and Mrs. Har-
J ry Krisman reside in a small tenement
| house close to the Catholic church.
They were in bed and asleop when tho
storm began to rage. Suddenly their
bed was torn from beneath them and re
ducod to splintors. A bolt of lightning
had struck the house and passed through
the wall into the room occupied by
them. Tho couplo were not hurt.—
Pittsburg Post.
Again the Willlpus-Wnllapus!
A couple of darkies raised consider
able excitement Saturday night by de
claring that they had seen tho gyascutns,
willipus-wallapus, or whatever it is that
has been prowling around here for two
or three weeks past. A big crowd
turned out armed with guns, sticks,
txes, etc., but after a thorough search
failed to locate the varmint.—Turin Cor.
Atlanta Constitution.
A wire netting fence 500 miles long is
one of the late Australian wonders.
The fence separates the colonies of Now
South Wales and Queensland, and its
object is to keep the rabbits out of the
latter country.
A recent order for books sent by Mr.
Gladstone to a London dealer embraced
i'orks ranging in character from a vol
ime of Etoa verse to treatises on solar
(hysics and myth*.
FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
The Game of Living Whist.
Since the living chess game played in
various pastoral festivities some years
ago, and the representation of the same
game in one of the comic operas, there
has been nothing more charming than
the game of "living whist," which has
been one of the features of the Masonic
bazaar, held in the grounds of the Royal
Dublin society, at Ball's Bridge, near
Dublin, for the purpose of procuring
funds for the Masonic orphanage. Lord
Plunket, archbishop of Dublin, inau
gurated tho bazanr. The most attrac
tive feature of the entertainment was a
game of "living whist," in which the
cards were represented d>y tho Masonic
orphans, who had been previously drilled
to absolute perfection. Here is a de
scription of tho game:
To represent the card table a large
cloth is stretched on the floor, at the
sides of which the four players only
take their seats. To the sounding of a
bugle call the living cards enter in pro
cession, the kings and queens all attend
ed by their knaves and aces, and guard
ed by the Bmaller cards. After the four
suits have taken up position the court
cards begin a stately dance, in which
the smaller cards join. Then tho music
changes, becoming more lively. It
grows quicker and qnicker Ijx degrees,
until the whole pack gets apparently
into disorder—to represent "a shuffle."
The trumpet sounds again and the cards
open out, disclosing in tho center a little
blindfold page, who "cuts" the pack
with his wand.
Then the "deal" commences. The page
leads the trump card to its place, and
the other cards move around to quick
music, arranging themselves in four
lines, one on each side of the table.
Another bugle call and the cards step
around, face the players, step off the ta
ble and sort themselves into suits. Each
player in turn now calls out his card,
which turns about and moves into the
middle of the table to a dance measure,
and so to the end of the trick. The win
ning player now calls the winning card,
who, accompanied by tho partner's card,
takes captive the other two, walking
them off to the corner of the table whore
tho tricks are placed. After all the
tricks have been played and score called,
at a bugle call the winning tricks form
fours and march round the table in col
umn, tho boaten tricks, with downcast
heads, following. Then the corner elec
tric "candles" go out, and all is over.—
New York Recorder.
A Seaside Holiday.
Tho picture herewith given represents
a scene which is very common on the
seashore at this season. There are many
nice places along the Atlantic coast
where the boys and girls go with their
guardians, sometimes to stay weeks and
sometimes only for a day. Tho chil
dren's greatest delight is to bathe in the
surf, and when they can find a large flat
rock, where the water is not too deep at
low tide, they have great fun diving and
jumping off into the water.
The man in the boat is a guard whose
duty it is to be ever on the watch to go
to the assistance of any one who be
comes exhausted or is otherwise placed
in danger. Tho guards save many lives.
Fifteen Today.
For the liyst time, dear dolly, I dress you.
And carefully put you away;
You can't tell bow much I shall miss you.
But then I am ilfteen today.
And you, not so very much younger—
Have you nothing at parting to say?
Are you sorry our fun is all over.
And that I am fifteen today?
What walks we have hod through tho clover:
What rides on the top of the hay;
What feasting In grandmother's garret!
And now I must put you away.
Cousin Ethel just buried her dolly,
With its eyes open wide, and as blue
As yours, my sweet dolly, this minute;
I couldn't do that, dear, to you.
Oh, stop, dolly! what am I thinking?
Why cannot I give you away?
There's a poor little girl I love dearly.
And she's only ten years today.
How happy your bright face would make her!
fthe never had playthings like you,
With all your fine dresses and trinkets.
Yes, dolly, that's Just what I'll do.
I do believe, dolly, I'm crying.
"What nonsense, child!" grandma would say.
Goodby; one last kiss; I'm half sorry
That I am fifteen, dear, today.
—Mary A. Denison in Harper's Young People.
An Interesting Trick.
Here is 'an interesting experiment for
the young folks: If two threads are
fixed to the edgeß of cardboard disks
they can be rapidly rotated, so that the
two sides are alternately seen in rapid
succession. If a broad block band it
drawn on one side and a similar one is
drawn at right angles to it on the oppo
site side, on rotating the disk the ap
pearnnoeof across is seen. If on one side
a bird and on the other a cage is drawn,
when the disk is rapidly rotated the bird
appears in the cage, etc.—New York
Mail and Express.
Don't Miss This!
For if you do you will lose money by it.
WE NOW BEGIN
Neuburger's Annual Clearing Sale.
We will offer our entire stock, which is the largest in
this region, at prices that will astonish you. Call
early if you are looking for bargains as this sale will
last t
Fob Ten Bays O.ney I
During this time we will sell goods at prices lower than
were ever before heard of.
In the Dry Goods department you can buy:
Handsome dress gingliam-print calicoes, 0 cents per yard; re
duced from 10 cents.
Apron gingham will be sold at 5 cents per yard.
All the leading shades in double-width cashmere, which was
sold at IS cents is now going at 10 cents per yard.
As handsome an assortment of Scotch and zephyr dress ging
hams as you have ever seen, which we sold at 20 cents, will
now go at 12$ cents per yard.
Sockwood, best sheeting, we will sell at 17$ cents per yard,,
reducing it from 25 cents.
Fifty different shades of Bedford cord, Manchester chevron
and Henrietta cloth, which were sold at 45 cents, will now
go at 25 cents per yard.
Hosiery department quotes the following:
Men's seamless socks, 5 cents per pair.
Boys' outing cloth waists, 15 cents each.
Men's outing cloth shirts, 20 cents each.
Ladies' ribbed summer vests, 4 for 25 cents.
Ladies' chemise, 25 cents.
We have just, received an elegant line of ladies' shirt waists
and will sell them from 35 cents upward.
Shoe department makes the following announcement:
We have just received a large consignment from the East,
and have not yet had time to quote prices. But we will
say that they will go at prices on which we defy competi- >
tion. Call and examine them.
Clothing prices are marked as follows:
We are selling boys' 40-cent knee pants at 25 cents.
Men's $1.25 pants are now going at 75 cents per pair.
Boys' blouse suits, 50 cents.
Men's SO.OO suits reduced to $3.00.
Men's Custom-made SO.OO wood-brown cassimere suits re
duced to $5.00.
Men's absolutely fast-color blue suits at $0.50; reduced from
SIO.OO.
We have lowest marks on all goods in our lines oT
Ladies' and Gents' Furnishing Goods, Hats, Caps,
Trunks, Valises, Notions, Etc.
♦llStpß Meirburger's
BARGAIN EMPORIUM,
P. 0. S. of A. Building, Freeland, Pa,
FOR
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And Hardware of Every Description.*
REPAIRING DONE ON SHORT NOTICE,
We are prepared to do roofing and spouting in the most
improved manner and at reasonable rates. We have the
choicest line of miners' goods in Freeland. Our mining oil,
selling at 20, 25 and 30 cents per gallon, cannot be surpasssed.
samples sent to anyone on application.
Fishing Tackle and
Sporting Goods.
Q\RKQECK'S,
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CENTRE STREET, FREELAND, PA.