A QUEER ADVENTURE. "No, thanks, old chap; I really can't stop the night. I should like to awfully, but, you see, if I didn't turn up the wife would be in a funk and never go to bed at all, thinking something had gone wrong. Besides, I've got to let Jones have three columns of copy by 5 o'clock tomorrow, and I haven't started yet." "Well, just as you like, only I wish you'd have said earlier you didn't mean stopping, so we could have telegraphed to say you wouldn't be back. It's after half past 7 now, and our nearest office is five miles away, so it's too late." It was no use; Jim Carson wouldn't stop, so I had to order the trap to drive him to the station to catch the 8:40 back to town. After seeing him off I went to the station master's office to inquire if some things I was expecting had arrived, and while there I noticed an evening paper lying on the table. It just happened that an intimate friend of mine had a lawsuit on about some copyright busi ness, and the first hearing of the case was to have taken pfcico that day. Thinking the affair, as far as it had pro ceeded, might be reported, I asked the station master if he would mind my having a look at the paper for a minute. "Certainly, sir," he said. "You may as well take it back with you, as I have finished with it. There's a piece in it about some fellow as is said to have es caped from Bradley asylum last night, and about killed one of the warder chaps. I expect it's just one of them yarns as gets into evening papers now and again. Well, good night, sir. I'll send up your things as soon as they ar rive." I was a long time going the three miles which lay between the station and my lately acquired domicile. Lighting a cigarette and leaving Tom my to shamble on as best he liked, I started in to think. Six months ago what was I? Well, what is generally called a literary hack, getting about tliirty-five shillings a week—sometimes more, generally less— just because a crusty old uncle on whom I was dependent had seen fit to chuck mo out neck and crop for the simple reason that I didn't go in for what he wanted me to—i. e., the bar. I was of a literary turn of mind, and thought I should never l>e a shining light in the profession. I could at least earn my bread and cheese. So in a fit of anger I told the old gentleman I wouldn't he a lawyer, whereupon I was called an ungrateful, impudent puppy, and told to do what I liked. "No," I thought to myself; "Robert Grant, if you've got to prevaricate, doit indirectly." So I went in for journalism! And now poor old uncle has gone the way of all flesh, letting me in for all his estate, real and personal, including Ashworth lodge. Old uncles who quarrel with their willful nephews and disinherit them generally do come around at the last. Mine did at any rate. Jim Carson, the fellow whom I had seen off, was an old chum of mine in the scribbling days, and had just run down to see my new abode and wish a rich uncle had kicked him out some years ago. Tommy aroused mo from my musings by stumbling over something in the road and nearly throwing me out. So I gathered up tho reins, and he went the rest of the journey at a smart pace. "Benson," I said to tho man whom I had engaged as a kind of valet groom until I was properly settled, "when you've put tho horse up, just tell Mrs. Hewetson she can go home as soon as she likes, as I shan't want anything more tonight." Mrs. Hewetson was the wife of tho gardener, who lived about half a mile away, and was looking after the house and cooking for me. It was too fino a night and too early to turn in, so I settled myself in my old uncle's favorite armchair lefore tho dining room window and commenced to look over the paper I had got from tho station master. I looked first for the lawsuit report, hut evident ly the case had not come on until late, as there was nothing in tho paper about it. "Hello, this must he what the sta tion master was talking about:" Late last evening a lunatic named Jumes Stanley made good lis escape from Hrodley asylum under peculiar circumstances, wliieh will probably result in the death of one of the attendants. It seems that last night the usual annual hall took place at the asylum, and sev eral of the Inmates suffering from the milder forms of Insanity were allowed to he present as ordinary guests, as had been usual on all past occasions. Stanley was one of these, and suddenly ho was found to bo missing from the room, and on a search being mndo he could not bo found. On proceeding outside to hunt for him, tho body of one of the attendants was discovered lying on the ground, the unfortu nate man having received a severe blow at the hack of tho head which knocked him senseless. It transpires that the missing man made his way to the room where the coats and hats were kept, in charge of a man who had only been nlxiut the place a few days and passed himself off as one of the guests from outside. lie man aged to secure a hat and coat, iu which ho must have been detected escaping by tho poor fellow whom he knocked over. Stanley, at the time of his (light, was attired, In addition to tho things he secured. In an or dinary black morning suit, and was wearing patent leather dancing shoes. lie is a strong, tall fellow, standing over six feet two, dark hair aud slight mustache. l?p to the present there Is no news to hand of his recapture, not withstanding a vigorous search, which is being pursued iu all directions. A queer story, I thought, when I had finished reading the paragraph, and more so to me because Bradley asylum was only about three miles distant from my place, and I had received an invita tion to he present at the ball in ques tion. Thinking it might result in my getting to know some of the residents round about sooner than I should do in ordi nary everyday life, I had accepted the invitation and sent up to town for a new dress suit and pumps for the oc casion. Then Jim Carson telegraphed in the morning he was coming to see me by the first train next day to have a look around my estate, as he called it; so I gave up the idea of going, as J should be too tired in the morning to show him around. Anyhow my tog gery failed to show up in time, so I was boxed in any case. % After reading a few more bits of news in the paper I began to feel sleepy, so I got up to go to bed—first, however, going around the house to see that all was locked up and secure,and that Ben son, who was sleeping for the time being in one of the attics, had not forgotten to put the kitchen lamp out, which some times he did. The window of my room was wide open and a lovely fresh breeze came blowing in. I sat down on the bed for a minute or two to enjoy it. A nice in vitation for an enterprising burglar, I thought, if it were known there was anything worth stealing about the house. He could be up the trelliswork in half a minute. Then the escaped lunatic, too; it might have afforded shelter to him if closely pursued. Thus musing, I slipped off my things prepara tory to getting into bed, but before do ing so there was a duty I had to per form and which I always had done since I slept in the house. There was a door leading from my room into a kind of dressing room, which was sometimes opened during the day for various purposes and in front of which a curtain was rigged up. Being naturally rather timid, I always used to see that this door was properly locked and the space under my bed untenanted ere I settled down to slumber. Taking lip the candle, I made my way across the room to the door, hut when within a couple of yards or so of it I came to a dead halt. The paragraph I had read in the paper seemed to whirl through my brain, and for the moment I had hard work to keep myself from collapsing on to the floor. The lunatic at the time of his escape was attired in a morning suit of black, and wearing dancing pumps! I was startled, I can tell you, hut not without reason—for peeping out below the cur tain which covered the d<x>r were the toes and half the feet of a pair of patent leather boots! I regained my composure gradually, and moved away hack to ward the bed, hut keeping my eye on tho curtain the whole time. Who knew hut that the lunatic might have been watching me through a pin hole in the curtain, and, conjecturing the place of liis concealment had been discovered, make a rush at me? But no. He evidently was ignorant of my dis covery, for the feet remained there mo tionless. What was I to do? Here I was in a room by myself, within five yards of a madman, standing 0 feet 2 inches in his socks, whom under ordinary circum stances it would take a couple or three men to tackle and satisfactorily dispose of. I shuddered as I thought of it. I mentally measured whereabouts his head would he behind the curtain, and casting my eyes around the room, to my joy they rested on a pair of Indian clubs 1 was in the liahit of exercising with in the morning. That was my surest chance. I moved casually across to where the clubs were standing, and taking them up commenced to occupy myself with a few of the exercises to work up steam for the coining blow. Now or never! Suddenly dropping one of the clubs on the bed as I brought it around, with the other I made for the door and directed it with all my strength at where I sup posed the head of the madman to be. Crash! I fell forward against the cur tain after the blow, and commenced striking out savagely with my fist to fol low it up. Down cai. o the curtain with a run, and the brass rod with it, strik ing me on the head and completely stun ning me. It must have been a peculiar sight as Benson saw it, when he came tumbling down the stairs to see what all the row was about. There was I on the floor enveloped in the curtain, bleeding from a wound above the temple, knuckles cut and bruised and a panel of the door at the back smashed in by a blow that would have pulverized half a dozen lunatics had they been there. "The mad man he's escaped!" 7 managed to gasp, sitting up among the wreck. "The 'oo, sir?" anxiously asked Ben son, helping me up and leading me to ward the basin in order to bathe my injured head. "Mad—man—behind the curtain. Got in at the window —escaped from Brad ley asylum last night during the ball. Wearing patent leather boots—saw them under tho curtain," I jerked out spas modically. "Saw 'is what?" cried Benson, drop ping the sponge he was holding and re garding me with amazement. "His patent leather boots, man, peep, ing out from beneath the curtain." Benson seemed to jump in the air at that. "Gor luniiny, mister; them weren't a madman! Them was your 1100 uns as came this morning. I puts 'em behind the curtain there so as to keep out the dust an muck. Oh, Lor', sir, you hev made a mistake." By Jove, and hadn't I just, and dis figured myself for a month or so in the bargain. There was 110 doubt about it, for from the folds of tho curtain were shaken my new pair of pumps, which had arrived that morning by parcel post just as Car son turned up. Stanley, the cause of all the confusion, had been captured that afternoon in a copse a good many miles from my place and is still an inmate at Bradley asy lum. If Jim Carson had managed to get more out of ine than that I got my scar on the temple from falling off a horse this affair would have been in print months ago. Benson knows the value of a sovereign and his master's service, so I'm the first to let it all reach tho public.—True Flag. Lust Word* of Martin Luther. Martin Luther's last words were: "Fa ther in heaven, though this body is breaking away from me, and I am de parting this life, yet I know that I shall forever be with thee, for no one can pluck me out of thy hand." UFE INSURANCE FOR WOMEN. Why h Wife Should Never Insure* Her Life in Favor of Her Husband. The subject of life insurance is begin ning to attract attention among women. It ia known that though the aggregate Volume of the sum payable on life poli cies in Europe and America amounts to the enormous figure of (110,000,000,000 — a sum exceeding the total cost of all the railroads in the world added to all the national debts—the risks taken out on female lives amount to a com relatively email sum. Tiiis has arisen partly from the unwillingness of life insurance com panies to insure women, a feeling which induces some companies to refuse to in sure them at all, while others charge 1 per cent, additional for female risks, and partly from the fact that the woman is not, as a rule, the family breadwinner, and her death does not, save in excep tional cases, require to ho guarded against in a pecuniary point of view. Still the number of women whose de mise would take bread out of the mouths of others is on the increase. Companies object to take female risks because women are exposed to die of casualties and diseases from which men are exempt, But, on the other hand, men are exposed to die of accidents or of diseases produced by reckless lives quite as frequently as women perish in child birth or from diseases incident to mfttor nity. The sexes are fairly on an equal ity in this respect. It is probable that a healthy young woman of twenty, wheth er married or unmarried, is about as good a risk as a young mail of the same age. Some of the companies raise the point whether any one lias an insurable inter est in the life of a woman. A man's wife and children have an insurable interest, in his life, but who suffers a pecuniary loss when a girl or a married woman dies? Certainly not, as a general rule, the father, or the mother, or the broth ers and sisters of the former, or the hus band of the latter; they may ho plunged into deep affliction, hut affliction cannot be measured in dollars. But the case niters if the girl or the married woman belongs to the working class, so that she is in whole or in part the breadwinner for the household; then her father, mother, brothers, sisters, children, and possibly her husband, may have an interest in her life which can he insured. If she belongs to the leisure class, and does not contribute by her daily exertions to the daily suste nance of her family, it is not easy to see who has an interest in her life which could be appraised in dollars, and for which a company could make compensa tion in the form of a check. It is common, when a marriage takes place between young people who have no fortune and expect to he dependent on the husband's exertions, for the man to insure his life in favor of his wife and children. This is one of the most benef icent uses of life insurance. Formerly, more frequently than now, the consorts assured their lives reciprocally, each in favor of the other. This operation never could he reconciled with business prin ciples or sound ethics. Experience, moreover, has developed the unpleasant fact that the mortality among women whose lives are insured in favor of their husbands is larger than the ordinary mortality tables warrant. It is a terrible thing to say, hut doctors and criminal lawyers believe the crime of wife murder to he much more fre quent than is commonly supposed. It is a crime that is rarely suspected, and still moro rarely detected. A woman is taken ill with a strange pain. She con sults a doctor, who knows that women are always having strange pains, and that they generally arise from very sin; plo causes. He prescribes for this or that organic trouble. The pain continues. The woman tries other medicines, which have relieved friends of hers under Sim ilar circumstances. The husband acts as nurse and gives the medicines. In those days of science, toxicology knows a dozen drugs which are difficult to de tect by smell, taste or sight, hot which, if regularly administered, will sap lift and eventually cause death. As a general rule, a girl should refuse to insure her life in favor of her hus band, and a well administered company should refuse to issue such a policy.— San Francisco Argonaut. For und About Women. England lias 20,000 women farmers. Floral slippers are the correct thing to throw after a bridal pair. Women exclusively run a Winnsbor ough (N. C.) canning factory. The dowry of a Turkish bride is fixed by custom at abont $1.70. Rosa Bonhenr has just completed n painting for which she has refused *<>(),- 000, The household maintained by the qneen of England consists of nearly 1,000 persons. One of the most capable leaders in the suffrage party is Laura Clay, daughter of Cassius Clay, of Kentucky. The late Mrs. Curtis, of Philadelphia, was for years a manufacturer of Masonic regalia. When this country was but nine years old a woman took a patent for a straw weaving machine. A Chance for Maine Women. The contractor who is building the milk factoi-y at Wintln-op is reported to have offered ten dollars to the lady who will go to the top of the chimney and lay the last brick. The chimney will l>e 110 feet high, Here is an opportunity for some woman to get her name in the papers, and perhaps break her neck in tho attempt; but it's not at all likely that the offer will he taken. Lots of Maine women are enthusiastic for new manufactories, hut they help build them in other and moro sensible ways than this.—Bangor Commercial. An Interesting Discovery. Humboldt has a young woman's mili tary band that goes around playing for picnics and celebrations. It may lx> all right for a woman to play on a brass horn, but it makes the lips hard just the same.—Kansas City Star. GEMS IN VERSE. I-ove's Decline. There comes to ir.ost of us, perhaps to all, A day when love Is at its height, its best. And us a star that (louts adown tho west. O'er tho horizon's rim, beyond recall, Steals all tho jewels from tho lily's breast. And leaves it shrouded in its dewy thrall; We watch the glow in passion's life decline. A dull, dead terror seizes us; wo try To fan the flame, with zealous heart and oye: Wo will not yet believe the surest sign; The day love doubts, it then begins io die; Though chilled with change, our hearts will uot divine. And yet it pales and dimmer grows; the frost That sears tho flowers less cruel secuis to me Than slow decay and blight in summer. We Who would havo given the world, or any cost, For love's sweet passion once, look buek and Its bloom and fragrance are forever lost. Emma Playter Seabury. Charlie's Men. | Tho sky was gray and tho grass was green, When the Bonnie Prince in our glen was seen; The grass was green and the sky was gray. When on his horse lie rode away; j When ho rode away with a score and ten ; Who were blithe to go with Charlie's Men. I Oh, loath was I from my love to part- Haiuish tho tall with tho steadfast heart- But the Priuco kissed lightly my cheek and brow. Aud "Leud me," ho said, "your sweetheart And when wo return victorious, then ! You shull wed tho bravest of Charlie's Men." ! 1 watched them springing down tho brae, , For they took tho short and the .dangerous way; I saw their spears gleam far and bright Till tho flr trees hid them from my sight. Till faint and small as the chirp of a wren j Wcro the pipes that played for Charlie's Men. i The sky was blue, green was the gross, | When joyful word came up the pass; i Tho grass was green, tho sky was blue, i And dark browed Malcolm's dream was trucl ! Although tho foe for one were ten ; Tho flgiit was won by Charlie's Men! But other tales we had to mark | As gross grew gray, and skies were dark, | And tho strath was filled with tear and sigh j For sires and sons who had marched to die; I And Ilamlsh, my own, the pride of the glen, i Lay dead on the field with Charlie's Men. I I might be blind, for I never see | But spearheads glintin bonnillie; I I might be deaf, for 1 only hear ■ j Tho pibroch ringing shrill and clear; | And by moor ami meadow, on brae and ben. My thoughts are thoughts of Charlie's Men. —Nluimo Christ io. Contraries. Tho truest pleasures always come through pnin, Tho jester ofttimes heaves tho saddest sighs; The lips oft smile while tears bedim tho eye: Tho brightest sunshine follows closo tho rain; Tho richest gems are hardest to obtain; Tbo purest pearls He hid in deepest waves; The jewel liberty's most prized by slaves; The shallowest mind is ever the most vain. Our hopes are fulfilled through other's tears; Our losses ofttimes bring others gain. And friendship's but a passing breath. Thus runs the world throughout the gliding Most clouds are stiver lined, yet man is fain To seek for immortal life through death. —Boston Transcript. If Mother Would Listen. If mother would listen to ine, dears, She would freshen that faded gown, I She would sometimes take an hour's rest. And sometimes a trip to town. And it shouldn't bo all for tho children, Tho fun aud tho cheer and the play; With the patient droop on tlie tired mouth, And the "Mother has had her day." True, mother has had her day, dears. When you were her babies three. And she stepped about tho furm and the house, As busy us a bee. When she rocked you nil to sleep, dears, Aud sent you all to school, And wore herself out and did without. And lived by the Gohlcn Rule. And so your turn has come, dears. Her hair is growing white; And her eyes arc gaining the faraway look That peers beyond the night. One of these days, in tho morning. Mother will not bo here. She will fade away into silence— The mother so true aud dear. Then what will you do tu the daylight. And what in tho gloaming dim? 1 Aud father, tired and lonesome then, Pray, what will you do for him? If you want to keep your mother. You must make hor rest today; Must give her a share iu the frolic, Aud draw her Into tho play. And if mother would listen to me, dears, .She'd buy her a gowu of silk, With buttons of royal velvet. And ruffles as white as inllk. And sho'd let you do the trotting. While she sat still in her chair. That mother should havo it hard all through ' It strikes me isn't fair. —Margaret E. Sangster. An Angel Here. A ragged urchin played along tho street. And slipped and fell upon the icy w ay. A fair browed girl tripped by with nimble ; feet. But sudden stopped besido tbo boy, who lay Half crying with his pain. In sweetest tone And eyes brimful of tender human love, I She said, "And did you hurt you much!" A groan Died on his Hps. An angel from above Could not have grander seemed than sbo to him. Ho opened wldo bis groat, brown, homeless } eyes, : Thus to be sure 0110 of tho seraphlin j Had not coiuo down to earth in sweet dis guise. She went her way, forgetting that she smiled. Glad to have said a word of hope and cheer. Not so tho vision to tho humble child— That voice and faco would live through many And then to hoys who gather round the lad, , Ho said, with face aglow with sympathy Aud heart that 'neath his ragged garb was glad, "I'd fall again to have her speak to meJ" Oh, precious human voice, with power untold! Oh, precious human love to mortals given! i A word or smile are richer gifts than gold- Better bo angels hero than wait for heaven. Surah K. Bolton. Tltu Sunny Side. Life holds no woo for me. I know full well, ! However evil things may seem to me today, I Some future joy is certain to dispel Tho clouds that lower darkly o'er my way. ' And I havo noted that one tasto of bliss, j E'en though 'tis but a taste, hath Joyous meed • To compensate for all that goes umiss, j On which a soul in sorrow long may feed. ! No night o'er was whoso darkness did not fade, No storm e'er raged whose course was not And so my soul, by troubles undismayed. 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HSNB7, JOmtCOIT i LOID, rropi., Burlington, Vt. | | , Sold at Scliilcher's Drug Store, I —nwraMitir if t ——— What is Castoria is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants an<l Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor Oil. It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by Millions of Mothers. Castoria destroys Worms and allays fcvcrishuess. Castoria prevents vomiting. Sour Curd, cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. Castoria relieves teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency. Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Cas toria is the Children's Panacea—the Mother's Friend. Castoria. Castoria. " Castoria is an excellent medicine for chll- • Castoria is so well adapted to children that dren. Mothers havo repeatedly told me of its j recommend it as superior to any prescription good effect upon their children." known to me." Dit. a. C. Osnoon, H. A. ARCHER, M. D., Lowell, Mass. 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. " Castoria is the best remedy for children of " Our physicians in the children's depart which lam acquainted. I hope the day is not meat have spoken highly of their experi far distant when mothers will consider the real enco in their outside practice with Castoria, interest of their children, and use Castoria in- and although wo only have among our stead of the various quack nostrums which are medical supplies what is known as regular destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, products, yet wo are freo to confess that the morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful merits of Castoria has won us to look with agents down their throats, thereby sending favor upon it." them to premature graves." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY, DR. J. F. KINCHELOE, Boston, Mass. Conway, Ark. ALLEN C. SMITH, Pres., Tho Centaur Company, TJ Murray Street, New York City. BUY THE BABY~ f A GOAGH. £ We have the finest anil <gj6fpr~--/ prettiest line of baby coaches JBlte ' ; / you ever saw. ami we sell b l"-in at prices so low that iC X every baby in and around f /■ • ' | Krceland should have one. r . ■ "; : J Call at our store, examine l/'y \) • - ' . the class of goods we offer for sale ami you will be con ,v: A -r~? vinceil that our coaches are selling very cheap. Hand ■ ■ ... some trimmings, all colors. Geo. Chestnut, 91 Centre Street, Freeland. WHAT TO WEAR I WHERE TO GET IT! I wo important questions that trouble young men, old mm, big boys and little bo3 r s. We will answer your queries most satisfactorily. We have ready-made clothing to suit men and boys—all styles and all sizes, and everything is just from the manufacturer—as new as new can be. Our stock of gents' furnishing goods— including collars, cuffs and a handsome line of neck wear—is certainly worth examining. Then we have BOOTS, SHOES, HATS, CAPS, ETC., in such great varieties that no man need leave our es tablishment without u perfect fit. AVe can rig a mail out from the crown of his head to the soles of bis feet in such fine style that his friends will he astonished, and the man w ill also be astonished at the low cost of anything and everything lie will buy of JOHN SMITH, B,RKBECK FREELAND. .v 'Ej/ > Bright Flowers of Spring i "THE NEW YORK." ARE THE VERY LOWEST. Mrs. B. Grimes, Milliner and Dressmaker, CENTRE STREET, BELOW FRONT. JOB PRINTING OF ALL KINDS DONE AT THE TRIBUNE OFFICE.
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