A GRIEVOUS COMPLAINT. "It's hard on a fellow, I do declare!" Said Tommy one day, with a pout; "In ©very one of the rmita I wear The pocketa are 'most worn out. They're 'bout aa big as the oar of A mole, And I never have more than throe; And there's always coming a mean little hole That loses my knife for me. "I can't make 'em hold but a few little thing*— Some eookies, an apple or two, A knife and pencil and bunch of Jtrings, Some nails and maybe a screw, And marbles, of course, and a top and ball, And shells and pebbles and such, And,some odds and ends—yes, honest, that's all! You can see for yourself 'tlsn't much. "I'd like a suit of some patent kind, With pockets made wide and long; Above and below and before and behind, Sewed extra heavy and strong. I'd want about a dozen or so, All easy and quick to get at; And I should be perfectly happy, I know, With a handy rig like that." —Kudora S. Buinstead in St. Nicholas. My heart is firm; There's nailght within the compass of hu manity But I would dare to do. —Sir A. Hunt. HISFLIIGIDEAL. The Great Composite Novel. XII.—CONCLUSION. By BILL NYE. Illustrated by W. H. SPRAGUE. [Copyright. All rights reserved.] Across tho peaceful bosom of the great plains 110 sound disturbed the night save now and then when at long intervals the shadowy figure of a coyote crossed an aisle in the sage brush, and opening his snapping, drooling jaws gave forth that justly celebrated diotonic scalo of his which is so well calculated to call out the goose pimples even on the death mask of Methuselah. Even the wind trod softly over the scorched and withered grass, and the well lubricated moon stole in und out among the clouds without a creak, with the exception of Bitter creek, of course, which laved its alkali shores in the eter nal solitudes, aud bleached still whiter, as the years went by, the snowy bones of those who once had sought to invade this great undertaking establishment of nature —this petrified hush of centuries. But what sound is this that gently heats upon the tense drum of the listen er's ear? The distant jar and gentlo palpitations of a coming train from the west! Scarcely do we hear this and catch the yellow twinkle of a headlight when an other muffled roar from the east and a little crawling light growing rapidly out •of the dusk and distance swallow the intervening miles, and in a flash the two screaming, snorting, panting monsters have met like mail clad giants in a tniglity tournament. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her first horn's breath; Come when tho blessed seals Which eU>se the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke. Come in Consumption's ghastly form! The earthquake's shock, the ocean's storm', Come when the heart lieuts high and warm With banquet, song and dance and wine, And thou art terrible. Tho tear, The groan, tho knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear, Of agony art thine. But to the heart, where love is dead, And hope is kueeliug o'er its bfor. Thy face with joy is overspread, And so lights out with bounding tread The soul that only sorrowed here. Whi'll Lena awoke with this dull pain In her head she felt certain that she was dead, and was almost tickled to death to think that her sad heart would sorrow no more and that Harry was free; but almost at once came tho smell of hot varnish and the slight suspicion of an mverdone porter who ought to be turned iover. "Great Gawd," she said, as her breath came in brief pants, "the car is on fire. I must go away." To a spectator who might have seen the collision it would have seemed im possible that a living thing could come out of this terrible wreck and holocaust; but ere long a venerablo apple worm crawled out of the cool side of a nice eating apple, and Booing that he could be of no further use 011 board the train, came out of tho car and slunk away in the darkness. Soon the cheerful car stove begins to get in its work, and tho chaos of broken woodwork begins to burn, at first slow ly, then, as the swift winds of the plains catch it, the red blaze leaps out and greets tho frightened night with a cackling laugh. To go back to Mr. Crawford, at Chi cago, with the author is but tho work of .an instant. When Dr. Watson returned after send ing his lying telegram to Edna he found the house empty and the door locked, the shutters drawn and everything de serted. The reader will ask how he knew that every one was gone when the door was locked and he could not get in, but we must remember that he was in the hypnotism business, and could do things that other people might consider difficult. Many a time as a boy he had hypnotized a watermelon dog and then himself to tho luscious fruit. He soon learned that Mr,' Crawford had taken his whole household, aud with light baggage had fled to the depot. He followed rapidly, and fortunately caught up with tho carriage containing the party, for they were "bridged," and had been for nearly an hour. He tried to MR. CRAWFORD, hypnotize Mr. Crawford, but the old man had shrewdly had himself vaccinated, and so he was safe. There was nothing for the doctor to do but to follow the procession, for Craw ford had evidently heard that his daughter was in California, and had re solved to go to her. For some time the doctor argued with the old man, but without avail. He then tried to hypnotize the ticket office into giving him a lower berth, but the agent had been exposed when he was yonng, and so wasn't afraid of getting it now. Therefore Dr. Watson had to jump hurriedly on the rear platform ns the train pulled out and sleep in the smoking car with his front teeth resting heavily on his knees all the livelong night. In the drawing room of a pleasant and airy sleeping car supplied with electric hells and a thermometer was a buffet, the sandwiches in which smelted liko lower eight, while lower eight got even by smelling like a corned beef sandwich, and hero sat Mr. Crawford and Miss Brown. Below is given a picture of Miss Brown. Her name was Celia Brown, hut her friends called her Ceil and Brown with an air of badinage which brought a rosy flush and sweet bright smiles to her fair face. The artist lias happily caught this smile with his little catch-as-catch-can camera. The picture was originally a full length figure, hut owing to the pressure on our advertising space and a note just re ceived from the chief of police we have decided to condense the portrait as much *s possible. MISS BROWN. Briefly hut truthfully and tearfully Miss Brown made a clean breast of her sorrowful slavery to Dr. Watson, the hypnotist, aud on her knees she prom ised the old man that never again would she give him an opportunity to wield his ghoulish and disagreeable influence over her. As the fair head of the beautiful girl rested on his knee, and with trembling fingers ho screwed up her Psyche knot a little tighter, so that it conld not get muddy as the spirited roadster sped along the track, he thought he had never saw so fair a being, taken all around, as she was. [Mr. Crawford always used the choicest English in his conversation, hut occasionally his thoughts were uugram matical.] "I also have a confession to make, dear one," he said. "Preparo for a piece of information which you can hardly cred it. save that I, who am, or is, or are, ns the cose may bo, the criminal, tell it to you myself. "Would you believe that I, who am your comrade on this journey, whose face is so refined, so spirituelle, could have taken the life of Dr. Cronin? "Could you believo that I. a professor of religion and a worthy inside guard for two terms ill the Little Bethel Inde pendent Order of Good Templars, No. 88,702, could have gone under the cover of darkness and with a bright new clusp knife cut into the nice warm vitals of a neighbor, and then, with his hot blood spurting up my sleeve, hacked tho dying man to pieces, put him in a shawl strap and carried him away to a sewer trap and concealed his dishevelled remains so that the police conld not get on to my spoor? "And yet for months this terrible se cret has been preying upon my soul. Yesterday while Dr. Watson was up town it occurred to me that possibly I did not kill Cronin, and so, picking up a paper, I read that another man did it. Following up this germ of thought, I soon also discovered that I was abroad all the year of the Cronin murder. lam now wondering if Dr. Watson has not been wielding an unholy influence over me which the delightful climate of Cali fornia and some light stimulant like rye whisky and opium may overcome;" A quick sob came from the bowed form before him. "Oh, Ephraim, thank God. You may he able to prove /f&ffi. yourself innocent \ after all," she Q said. She had never called him iu Ephraim before. He stooped and whisperod a few A u~-, low, passionate ' words in her ear, HENRY HENSHALL. Her head bent lower and a quick flush of shrimp pink bathed face, neck and > shoulders. It was but the work of a moment for Ephraim to call up a sleepy but clerical looking man in upper five, also in paja mas, who quietly slid down into the drawing loom and in the presence of the sleeping car conductor and porter made the two man and wife. And what of Henry Henshall, the hero and artistic ass of this story? Leaving his art to shirk for itself, and forgetting that he had promised on that very day to paint two large barns for a party in Oakland, ho fought madly for a place on the train in order to fojjow an unknown flaxen haired fiddler, who did not care a cent for him or his art. Henry Henshall was not a bad man, but he needed some great calamity or severe concussion to jolt a little sense into him. That was all. Life had been too smooth with him. He had painted several portraits of Beatrice Cenci, which had been accepted by the family and paid for, yet after all he needed something that would almost kill him, but not quite. This would, the doctor thought, lniock the talents out of him, and give him an ainbitiofi to do as he agreed and pay his debts. Such an episode was in store for him. For, by a strange fatality, this train he rode upon a few nights later (although Mr. Barnum, by a slight oversight, which is periectly pardonable in a man jj|f V& >*&!> AFTER TIIE WRECK, who has a large amount of stock to feed and water and bed down and take care of nights, places the accident on the first night nit) crashed into the train which brought Mr. Crawford west in search of his child. On that fatal night Edna placed her violin in her berth, where it could not get overheated by the steam pipes, and then, letting down her angelic hair till it fell about her slight figure like a halo of molasses candy, she looked so sweet that the porter thoughtlessly swallowed a pillow which he was holding in his teeth as he watched her skin up the steep ladder and plunge into her couch with a glad cry. She soon stuck her head down into Mrs. Henshall's berth, however, and said tenderly: "My dear friend, I do not know why. but I think I am going to die," and she thoughtlessly quoted some lines from the deathbed scene in which Little Eva gen tly glides up the flume at $2 a week in an "Uncle Tom's Cabin" company. "I have saved quite a little fortune from my popular appearances before the public, and I wish you would give it to my father if I die." A quick sob came from the lower berth occupied by Mrs. Henshall. It was hers. She made it herself. "Nay, nay, my dear," she said, "if eyether die, let it l>e I—or me, if that sounds better. Oh, let me die!" With that she moaned piteously, like a person who does not feel well. "Yes, dear lady," said Edna, handing her a crocheted purse containing .458. "This will lift the mort gage on the f - 3rl!> °ld farm all d 1 I*** Wtf wipe out the per- Y\> \T sonal indebted AvV * tlier. lam a poor, g.rl, V ) s. followed at all by °J th r" wild eyed hyp "N — notizer who is out EDNA CRAWFORD. of a job, or else a spitz whiskered artist who barely earns enough by kalsomining to follow 'me about like a mutton headed Nemesis all the while. I shall die content, dear lady. Good night." I cannot go on to any great length to describe that horrible night. It was a wonder that one human being came forth MRS. HENSHALL. alive from the terrible wreck—and awful hell, I was going to say. Henry Henshall was struck 011 the head by a fresh train flg, and for a time lay unconscious, but the smell of his burning trousers aroused him, and he got up and went out of the car. Strangest of all, the blow had cleared his intellect and knocked the laudable pus out of his mind, as it were, and "Lena" was the first word on his lips. The awful picture seemed to bewilder him a moment, and then he set to work. From tho window of a burning car a white and beautiful arm extended through the broken window. On the hand, though spatted with bright scarlet splotches, ho recognized his wife's wed ding ring. * * • With a cry of agony ho dashed into the crushed and burning wreck, and just as tlio flames were beginning to creep upon her he jumped from the hun gry flames with his fainting but happy wife in his arms. Again and again he blessed the happy blow on his head which had cleared his vision and made him see how near he came to losing a good, true and desirable wife. Lena's liuir turned snowy white, and is so yet, but she makes a beautiful matron, a kind mother and a good wife to the cashier of her father's bank, Mr. Henry Henshall, who has a signature now worth $350,000 in his own indi vidual right. Edna was never fully recovered. Aside from the hinges of her violin case, her remains were never found. I hated to write this, but I am not here to be senti mental. I must be truthful. Her money was used, or a portion of it at least, to relieve her father's indebtedness, and with the balance was founded a conserv atory of music in Boston. Dr. Watson was pinned to the wreck by the ear and slowly scalded to death. Before he died he said he was sorry for what he had done, but yet with his last breath he tried to bite a preacher who was praying for him. He was a low creature. He was a disagreeable per son, and his death utterly failed to cast a gloom over the community. Mr. Crawford and his bride returned •to Chicago and remained there quite awhile. They were very, very happy indeed. Mrs. Dr. Watson went on the stage and did well. She receives good wages, and also got $115,000 insurance on her husband, whose life she had insured the year before. With this money she bought two beautiful dresses, which she now wears on the stage and which make a great hit. Mr. and Mrs. Ilenshall are real happy all the time. Henry is a good provider and Lena can construct a cake which will make one's hair curl. They have a good deal of company come to see them, and almost without exception each one says on going away, "We have had a real good time." Something for Oltl Maids. Undoubtedly marriage is the natural and appropriate condition of woman. She wants and needs a husband to love, and children to love, and a home to be attached to, as a female bird requires a nest full of eggs or of young, and a prond and faithful mate 011 a contig uous branch of a tree to render her com pletely happy. Nor can it be denied that many old maids are sour—sour is their disposition, as pickles fresh from the strongest vin egar. Probably it is because they have so little to do—rather, wo should say, owing to the want of sufficient duties on which to expend all their vigor and force. They do seem, and it may as well be admitted, to take to scandal somewhat as ducks take to water, yet we look upon that as a minor point in considering their character and utility. Wo do doubt very much whether the world would bo as well off if there were not old maids in it. In their bosoms dwell some of the most benevolent hearts in the world. Was not Florence Nightingale an old maid? What married woman ever did as much, not only for the good of the soldiers of England, but for the im provement of the world, as she? And yet, if she had had a stalwart husband, a luxurious home and a house full of babies, who would ever have heard of her outside of the walls of her own home, or, at most, the limits <ff her own visiting circle?— New York Ledger Water an Aid to llard Woods. "I notice one thing." says an observ ant manufacturer, "and that is that hard wood logs, especially oak, that have been placed in the water immediately after cutting and allowed to thoroughly soak, make brighter lumber, with less tend- I ency to sap stain, than that from logs ' that are left on the . ground for several months. I find, also, that in green logs, if sawed immediately after cutting, and the lumber is thoroughly steamed pre paratory to placing it in the dry kiln, the same results will be obtained, great ly enhancing the value of the lumber for fine finishing purposes.—New Or leans Picayune. Soinl-llespoc table. Friend—Why don't you give up this business for something thut is suuii-re spec table? Bunco Man—l'm going to. I intend to study law as soon as I get a little money laid by.—New York Ledger. HI! Wm Cruel. She (thinking of ante-matrimonial days)— What does this coffee remind you of? He (tasting it critically)—lt reminds me of coffee, but that is all.—West Shore. GEMS IN VERSE. Failure. To one who learns, there cum oh no great ei strength Than that which conies through failure. This I know- That while success forever proves our loss. Failure has pointed with unerring hund To some still grander failure. Thus my soul Has had no chance to fold its weary wings And rest in apathetic victory. | And still the purpose of an em-ncst mind Does reach fruition every day and hour. Rather, it makes fruition as it goes. ; It fails, but counts its failures as success, j And in a world on fire, on fire itself, fcJtill feels the breathing of u deep content. —Helen Wilmans. The Lamppost. From my library window I see, day by day, A red iron letter box over the way. And once in awhile, when I've nothing to do, I number its callers—and here are a few: The first is a maiden with checks all ablush, 1 know her heart throbs like the throul of a thrash. That the half hundred puces she's come havo seemed "blocks," Ere she drops her first lovo letter into the box. A young husband next, with his face lit with Joy. Which tells quite plainly that "it is a boy," lie dushed off a letter, with lines all aslant. To tell sister Jennie that now she's an aunt. And next, a maidservant with apron and cap. Who looks as though sadly in need of a nap; Poor soul! she's been weeping; and now, as she nears, A black bordered missive shows cnuso for her tears. Another now comes to the red iron box. Of taste ratber "loud" in the matter of frocks, j "Quite pretty," you'd say, but true beauty | ne'er soils The soul that's enmeshed in its mystical toils. ! Bent, haggard, untidy—who now totters near. His features fast set in a cynical sneer? A noto to his lawyer—the sneaking old vise- To "foreclose that mortgage ami buy ut half price." And last comes Iho postman, who whisks out his key. Unfastens the padlock, and nodding to mo With a jerk that explains that there's no time to lag. Walks off with the letters all safe iu Ids bag. ENVOY. Come one and coino all—there is plenty of In the red iron box for your Joy and your gloom. Your sin and your sorrow, your hopes and your fears. That will all have flown—whore? In a hundred of years! —C. H. Luders. ltllnd Love. Two lovers 'neath yon poplar treo— She's sixty-five, 110 seventy; But still he is to her the beau Who wooed her fifty years ago; For wrinkled brow and trembling knoe Disturb not her serenity; Nor faded cheek nor whitened curl Can ever steal from him the girl Whom 'neath yon ancient poplar treo He wooed and won in forty-three. —Kuto Whiting. Not Without Cure. You may build you an elegßnt mansion And fenco it around with gold. Bet it all with diamonds and rubies; You may keep out the wind and the cold. You may banish from it all intruders. Have music and levity there; You may shut out discord and envy. But you caunot shut out carc. You may build a lowly cottage. You may paint it all in white. Grow vines and shade trees about it. Let in ouly sunshino and light; You may keep out the envy and malico That wrinkle the faces we wear; You may keep love insido and contentment, , But you cannot keep out care. You may sing with the voice of an angel. You may dance with a fuiry's feet. You may laugh till your laughter makes music For evory one that you meet; You may danco till your feet seem twin kling. Till tho roses fado In your hair. You may danco till tho world dies of envy, But you cannot drive away care. You may smile In tho faces of women Who envy your very life, As you hido from their eyes all the burdens, Tlio weariness, heartaches and strife; You may live so tho jHior will adore you, Live a life that tho world calls fair; You may lot lovo bo conquered by duty. But you cannot live without care. —Waverley Maguziuo. Tho Martyr. Every age on him who strays. From its broad and beaten ways. Pours its sevenfold vial. Ilappy he whoso Inward ear Angel comfortlugs c an heur O'er the rabble's laughter; And while hatred's faggots burn, Glimpses through the smoke discern Of tho good hereafter. Rohollnk Philosophy. 1 know a deep philosopher who's far too wise to think. That bubbling, breezy blatherskite, tho boister ous bobolink. So drunk is he with wine of joy, so music uiad with mirth. His tipsy carols of content rejuvenate the earth. We feel the orient Joy of lifo with which our world began, Tis summer in the earth and air, and in tlio heart of man. From what deep fount of flowing Joy does thh mad minstrel drink. This bubbling, breezy blatherskite, this boister ous bobolink? From rounded apple blossom cups where wild bees browse and bloom; From tiger lily beakers aad from ohalices of bloom; FrcJm strawberry goblets filled with dew, the incense of the night, Caught from tho sky's inverted urn embossed with starry light; Forth from Lis blossom bed ho leaps, and. laughingly and strong. All up and down tho ringing earth lie weaves his web of song. And preaches boldly to tho sad tlie folly of de j spair. And tolls to whom it may concern that all the world Is fair. And to my heart his wisdom finds a surer wel como home Than some that has been sanctioned by tho sages of old Home. That bubbling, breezy blatherskite, tho bolstor -1 ous bobolink. Is such a deep philosopher ho's far too wise to think. Angelic Symptoms. "This oughter be called angel cuke," Said Teddy with a grin. Examining a chunk that had Suspicious raisins in. "Why?" queried Sister Kate, a glance Of doubting in her eyes, "Because," said Ted, "it looks as if It had some wiugs and flies." —Boston Courier. Arnica & Oil Liniment is the best remedy known for stiff joints. Sold by ' Dr. Scuilcher. for infants and Children. "Cantori ais so well adapted to children that Caatoria enros Colic, Constipation, I recommend it as superior to any prescription Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Eructation, known toine." H. A. 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Now is the time to buy A No. 1 Goods —None Eetter on Earth At Very Close to Manufacturing Prices. We do business to live. We live to do business, and the way to do it is to offer the very best grade of goods at prices that will make them jump. An extra large line of ladies' and gents' underwear just arrived. Call and see us. Thanking you for past favors, we remain, yours truly, Geo. Chestnut, 93 Centre Street, Freeland. YOU WILL FIND US AT THE TOP IN THE Clothing LINE* With more fresh styles, low priced attractions and ser viceable goods than ever. The big chance and the best chance to buy your fall clothing is now offered. Our enormous stock of seasonable styles is open and now ready. Such qualities and such prices have never before been offered in Freeland. A thoroughly iirst-elass stock, combining quality and elegance with prices strictly fair. Come in at once and see the latest styles and most serviceable goods of the season in MEN S, BOYS' AND CHILDREN'S CLOTHING, HATS, CAPS AND FURNISHING GOODS. The newest ideas, the best goods made, the greatest variety and the fairest figures. Everybody is delighted with our display of goods and you will be. Special bar gains in overcoats. Remember, we stand at the top in style, quality"and variety. JOHN SMITH, KBECK f b r r EL c U k and. H. M. BRISLIN. UNDEIiTAKEII AND HORSEMEN ALL KNOW TIIAT Wise's Harness Store Is still here ancl doing busi ness on the same old principle of good goods and low prices. " I wish I had one." HORSE : GOODS,i Blankets, Buffalo Kobes, liar- ! ness, and in fact every thing needed by Horsemen. ' i Good workmanship and low ; prices is my motto. GEO. WISE, Jeddo, and No. 35 Centre St. Advertise in the Tribune. GO TO Fisher Eros. Stable FOB ! FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS I At Short Notice, for Weddings, Parties and. runerals. Front Street, two squares below treeluud Opera House. WIK MIIIIAD SYSTEM. _ LEHIGH VALLEY iDIVISION. j Alflt A Mi 1:M I'M' OP *f PABBENCJKK TRAINS. 2/ MAY ift, 1K0. I.KAVE FREELAND. '"•F'A. Mm 12.2 ft. 1.50, 2.43, 3.50, Jeddo * I.ihV'nVw l V''! , k' VN % tJlston New York , 18 no c0,,,,ect10 tor del'phlo.' s '' f '" ni ' thll ' hl ' m , Burton and Phlln llrincliEVw M - 'via HiKliland , i.L'i'l" ""von, Glim Summit, , e, . x V nml 11. .liinutioin ••• m. toi black bulge unci Toinliiokcn. SUNDAY TRAINS. i ]'■};' >'• 51 ■ 'or Drllton, Jeddo, l.utnbci Yard ami Ha/leton. . , 1 '- '■ '.V I'olnim, Muhuimy City, SlH'll - New \ nrk mul Philadelphia. ARRIVE AT FREELAND. 5.5(1, 11.52, T. 211, 11.15, 10.5(1 A. M„ 12.111,1.15.2.03. 4.3b, and 5.37 P. M. from liazloton, Stock ton, Lumber Yard, .L-ddo and Driftoll. 7.20, 0.15, 10.53 A. M., 12.10, 2.33, 4.30, 0.50 P. M. 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