IN SHADOW. One moth sucks in a flaming flower; . A light leans on the old church tower; 1 watch tho moth, I watch the moon— A moth white slip— One silver tip. From ragged tree tops slipping soon To burn above them for an hour. The spiced dew keeps tho moth awake. While heads of purple poppies shako And gape drugged mouths against the breeze That loves to sing Of wave and wing, Appealing to the ghostly trees That sow broad blossoms on the lake. My soul dreams at the blood red heart Of what thou art, of what thou art; Sad silence whispers something rare. As spirits know When lilies blow Beneath sweet heavens, woman fair— Ghosts 1 lips and lips that speak apart. My heart is wan as any bloom The moonlight haunts beside a tomb; So weary wasted with a love No words may speak. Oh, dear and weakl Hero where your tombstone's marble dove Makes all the brightness plaintive gloom. M- Cawein in Fetter's Southern Magazine. . GOING ON BOAED. It was a wet, dreary night in that cheerless part of the great metropolis jknown as VVapping. The rain, which had been falling heavily for hours, still fell steadily on to the sloppy pavements and roads, and joining forces in the gut ter rushed impetuously to the nearest sewer. The two or three streets which had wedged themselves in between the docks and the river, and which, as a mat ter of fact, really comprise the begin ning and end of VVapping, were desert ed, except for a belated van crashing over the granite roads or the chance form of a dock laborer plodding dogged ly along, with head bent in distaste for tho rain and hands sunk in trousers pockets. "Beastly night," said Captain Bing.as he rolled out of the private bar of the Sailor's Friend, and ignoring the pres ence of tlio step, took a little hurried run across the pavement. "Not fit for a dog to be out in." He kicked, as he Bpoke, at a shivering cur which was looking in at the crack of the bar door, with a hazy view of calling its attention to the matter, and then pulling up the collar of his rough peajacket stepped boldly out into the rain. Three or four minutes' walk, or rather roll, brought him to a dark, nar row passage, which ran between two houses to the waterside. By a slight tack to starboard at a critical moment, he struck the channel safely, and fol lowed it until it ended in a flight of old stone steps, half of which were under water. "Where for?" inquiredaman, starting up from a small penthouse formed of rough pieces of board. "Schooner in the tier—Smiling Jane," said the captain gruffly, as he stumbled clumsily into a boat and sat down in the stern. "Why don't you have better seats in this 'ere boat?" "They're there, if you'll look for them," said the waterman; "and you'll find 'em easier sitting than that bucket." "Why don't you put 'em where a man can see 'em?" inquired the captain rais ing his voice a little. The other opened his mouth to reply, but realizing that it would only lead to a long and utterly futile argument, con tented himself with asking his fare to trim the boat better, and pushing off from the steps, pulled strongly through the dark, lumpy water. The tide was strong, so that they made but slow prog ress. "When I was a young man," said the faro with severity, "I'd ha' pulled this boat across and back afore now." ' "When you was a young man," said the man at the oars, who had a local repu tation as a wit, "there wasn't no boats; they was all Noah's arks then." "Stow your gub," said the captain, after a pause of deep thought. The other, whose besetting sin was certainly not loquacity, ejected a thin stream of tobacco juice over the side, spat on his hands, and continued his la borious work until a crowd of dark shapes surmounted by a network of rig ging loomed up before them. "Now, which is your little barge?" he inquired, lugging strongly to maintain his position ugainst the fast flowing tide. "Smiling Jane," said his fare. "Ah," said the waterman, "Smiling Jane, is it? You sit there, cap'en, an I'll row round all their sterns while you strike matches and look at the names. We'll have quite a nice little evening." "There she is," cried the captain, who was too muddled to notice the sarcasm; "there's the little beauty. Steady, my lad." He reached out his hand as he spoke, and as the boat jarred violently against a small schooner seized a rope which hung over the side, and swaying to and fro fumbled in his pocket for the fare. "Steady, old boy," said the waterman affectionately. He had just received twopence halfpenny and a shilling by mistake for threepence. "Easy up the side. You ain't such a pretty figger as you was when your old woman made such a bad bargain." The captain paused in his climb, and poising himself on one foot, gingerly felt for his tormentor's head with the other. Not finding it, he flung his leg over the bulwark and gained the deck of the vessel as the boat swung round with the tide and disappeared in the darkness. "All turned in," said the captain, gaz ing owlishly at the deserted deck. "Well, there's a good hour an a half afore we start; I'll turn in too." He walked slowly aft, and sliding back the companion hatch descended into a small evil smelling cabin, and stood feel ing in the darkness for the matches. They were not to be found, and growl ing profanely he felt his way to the stateroom and turned in all standing. It was Btill dark when he awoke, and hanging over the edge of the bunk cau tiously felt for the floor with his feet, and having found it stood thoughtfully scratching his head, which seemed to have swollen to abnormal proportions. "Time they were getting under weigh,' he said at length, and groping his way to me root or the stepffhe opened the door of what looked like a small pantry, but which was really the mate's boudoir. 44 Jem," said the captain gruffly. There was no reply, and jumping to the conclusion that he was above the captain tumbled up the steps and gained the deck, which as far as he could see was in the same deserted condition as when he left it. Anxious to get some idea of tho time he staggered to the side and looked over. The tide was almost at tho turn, and the steady clank, clank of neighboring windlasses showed that other craft were just getting under weigh. A barge, its red light turning the water to blood, with a huge wall of dark sail, passed noiselessly by, the in distinct figure of a man leaning skill fully upon the tiller. As these various signs of life and activity obtruded themselves upon the skipper of the Smiling Jane his wrath rose higher and higher as he looked ! around the wet, deserted deck of his own little craft. Then he walked for ward and thrust his head down the fore castle hatchway. As he expected, there was a complete | sleeping chorus below—the deep, satis fied snoring of half a dozen seamen, who regardless of the tide and their captain's feelings, were slumbering sweetly in blissful ignorance of all that The Lancet might say upon the twin subjects of overcrowding and ventilation, j ,4 Below there, you lazy thieves," roared ; the captain; 4 'tumble up, tumble up." j The snores stopped. 44 Aye, aye," said a sleepy voice. 4 'What's the matter, master?" "Matter!" repeated the other, choking violently. "Ain't you going to sail to night?" "Tonight!" said another voice, in surprise. "Why, I thought we wasn't going to sail Wen'sday." Not trusting Himself to reply, so care ful was he of the morals of his men, tho skipper went and leaned over the side and communed with the silent water. In an incredibly short space of time five or six dusky figured fjattered U p 0 n to the deck, and in a minute or two later the harsh clank of the windlass echoed far and wide. The captain took the wheel. A fat and very sleepy seaman put up the side lights, and the schooner, detaching itself by the aid of boathooks and fenders from the neighboring craft, moved slowly down with the tide. The men, in response to the captain's fervent orders, climbed aloft, and sail after sail was spread to the gentle breeze. "H! you there," cried the captain to one of the men who stood near him coil ing up some loose line. "Sir?" said the man. "Where is the mate?" inquired the captain. "Man with red whiskers and pimply nose?" said the man interrogatively. "That's him to a hair," answered the other. "Ain't seen him since he took me on at 11," said the man. "How many new hands are there?" "I b'lieve we're all fresh," was the re ply. "I don't believe some of 'em have ever smelt salt water." "The mate's been at it again," said the captain warmly; "that's what he has. He's done it afore and got left behind. Them what can't stand drink, my man, shouldn't take it; remember that." "He said he wasn't going to sail till Wen'sday," remarked the man, who found the captain's attitude rather try ing. "He'll get sacked; that's what he'll get," said the captain warmly. "I shall report as soon as I get ashore." The subject exhausted, the seaman re turned to his work, and the captain con tinued steering in moody silence. Slowly, slowly darkness gave way to light. The different portions of the craft, instead of all being blurred into one, took upon themselves shape, and stood out wet and distinct in the cold gray of the breaking day. But the lighter it became, tho harder the skipper stared and rubbed his eyes, and looked from the deck to the flat marshy shore, and from the shore back to the deck again. "Here, couie here," he cried, beckon ing to one of the crew. "Yessir," said the man advancing. "There's something in one of my eyes," faltered the skipper. "I can't see straight; everything seems mixed up. Now, speaking deliberate and with out any hurry, which side o' the ship do you say the cook's galley's on?" "Starboard," said the man promptly, eying him with astonishment. "Starboard," repeated the other softly. "He says starboard, and that's what it l seems to me. My lad, yesterday morn ing it was on the port side." The seaman received this astounding ' communication with calmness, but as a slight concession to appearances Baid 1 "Lor!" "And the water cask," said the skip- I per; "what color is it?" | "Green," said the man. "Not white?" inquired the skipper, i leaning heavily upon the wheel. "Whitish green," said the man, who always believed in keeping in with his 1 superior officers. The captain swore at him. By this time two or three of the crew who had overheard part of the conversa tion had collected aft, and now stood in a small wondering knot before their strange captain. "My lads," said the latter, moistening his dry lips with his tongue, "I mean no names—l don't know 'em yet—and I cast no suspicions, but somebody has been painting up and altering this 'ere craft, and twisting things about until a man 'ud hardly know her. Now what's the little game?" There was no answer, and the cap- ' tain, who was seeing things clearer and clearer in the growing light, got paler I and paler. "I must be going crazy," he mut- I tered. "Is this the Smiling Jane, or am I I dreaming?" "It ain't the Smiling Jane," said one the seamen; "leastways," he added cautiously, "it wasn't when I came aboard." "Not the Smiling Jane?" roared the j skipper. "What is it. then?" ,r Why, the Mary Ann," chorused the astonished crew. "My lads," faltered the agonized cap tain, after a long pause. "My lads." He stopped and swallowed something in his throat. "I've been and brought away the wrong ship," he continued, with an effort; "that's what I've done. I must have been bewitched." "Well, who's having a little game now?" inquired a voice. "Somebody else'll be sacked as well as the mate," said another. "We must take her back," said the ! captain, raising his voice to drown these mutteringß. "All hands Btand by to I shorten sail." The bewildered crew went to their posts, the captain gave his orders in a voice which had never been so subdued and mellow since it broke at the age of fourteen, and the Mary Ann took in sail, and dropping her anchor waited patiently for the turning of the tide. The church bells in Wapping and Botherhithe were just striking the hour of midday—though they were heard by few above the noisy din of workers on wharves and ships—as a short, stout captain and a mate with red whiskers and a pimply nose stood up in a water man's boat in the center of the river and gazed at each other in blank astonish ment. "She's gone—clean gone," murmured the bewildered captain. "Clean as a whistle," said the mate. "The new hands must lia' run away with her." Then the bereaved captain raised his voice and pronounced a pathetic anil beautiful eulogy on the departed vessel, | somewhat marred by an appendix in which he consigned the new hands, their heirs and, descendants to every conceiv able misery. "Ahoy!" said the waterman, who was getting tired of the business, addressing a grimy looking seaman hanging medi tatively over the side of the schooner. "Where's the Mary Ann?" "Went away at half past 1 this morn- 1 ing," was the reply. " 'Cos here's the cap'en an the mate," \ said the waterman, indicating the for- 1 lorn couple with a bob of his head. "My eyes!" said the man. "I s'pose the cook's in charge then. We were to have gone, too, but our old man hasn't turned "up." Quickly the news spread among the craft in the tier and many and various j were the suggestions shouted to the be- I wildered couple from the different decks, j At last, just us the captain had ordered i the waterman to return to the shore, he was startled by a loud cry from the mate. j "Look there!" he shouted. The captain looked. Fifty or sixty j yards away a small, shamefaced look- 1 ing schooner—so it appeared to his ex cited imagination—was slowly approach- ' ing them. A minute later a shout went up from the other craft as she took in | sail and bore slowly down upon them. Then a small lx>at put off to the buoy, and the Mary Ann was slowly warped I into the place she had left ten hours be- ! fore. But while all this was going on, she I was boarded by her captain and mate. They were met by Captain Bing, sup- ! ported by his mate, who had hastily j pushed off from tho Smiling Jane to the assistance of his chief. In the two J leading features before mentioned he j was not unlike the mate of the Mary Ann, and much stress was laid upon this fact by the unfortunate Bing in his explanation. So much so, in fact, that both the mates got restless; the skipper, j who was a plain man, and given to calling a spade a spade, using the word I "pimply" with what seemed to them j unnecessary iteration. It is possible that the interview might ' have lasted for hours had not Bing sud denly changed his tactics and begun to throw out dark hints about standing a dinner ashore, and settling it over a I friendly glass. Tho face of tho Mary Ann's captain began to clear, and as { Bing proceeded from generalities to de- j tails a soft smile played over his ex pressivo features. It was reflected in the faces of the mates, who by these means showed clearly that they under stood the table was to be laid for four. At this happy turn of affairs Bing { himself smiled, and a little while later a ship's boat containing four boon com panions put off from the Mary Ann and made for the shore. Of what afterward ensued there is no distinct record, be yond what may be gleaned from the 1 fact that the quartet turned up at mid night arm in arm and affectionately re fused to be separated—even to enter the ship's boat, which was waiting for them, i Tho sailors were at first rather nou- 1 plussed, but by dint of much coaxing and argument broke up the party, and rowing them to their respective vessels put them carefully to bed.—True Flag. Tho FrcukiMluies* of Chuii*e. Chance is a queer word, and chance is a queer thing. Chance cannot ever be counted on, and the chances are that ; those who take chances miss the great chances of life, which is one of the queer things about it. As a further evidence of the peculiarities of chance, a western paper narrates a singular instance, A wagon loaded with gunpowder, this pa per says, moving on a perfectly level road near Wenachee, Wash., exploded last week, while in the same week an- j other wagon, loaded with dynamite, i drawn by a four horse team, went over the grade not far from the same spot, j and rolled 100 feet without doing a bit of damage. The freakishness of chance was never more fully illustrated than by this epi sode. It is one of those things which defy explanation, but which point a moral. The moral is, don't take chances. —Harper's Young People. Not to lto Expected. ' 4 Pshaw!" exclaimed the professor to the student who was rehearsing his Latin oration, 44 you are too solemn. There's no life in your speaking at all." ,4 Of course not," responded the stu dent lively enough. 4 'You dou't expect , it in a dead language, do you'/"—Detroit , Free Press. I 1 Ball Bearing* for Farm Vehicles. | The advantages of ball bearings and pneumatic tires have been recognized by manufacturers and riders of bicycles so long that the wonder is, not that those •friction saving devices have been ap plied to track sulkies, hut that they were not utilized on all varieties of light vehicles long ago. Wheels of the bicycle pattern can he made as strong as necessary. The pneumatic tire passes easily over the uneven surface of a road way, helping itself over obstructions by its elasticity. It is better than springs for making a vehicle "ride easy." It is estimated that the combination of ball bearings and pneumatic tires added from two to three seconds to Nancy Hanks' speed by lessening the draft of her sulky. A gain of such a large per centage in lightness of draft will be ap preciated by owners of good roadsters, and now that their attention has been called to it the time cannot be fur dis tant when they will want pneumatic tires and ball bearings on their buggies. The pneumatic tire will not reach the farm wagon, for it cannot stand rough usage, but there would seem to be no reason why the ball hearings should not be applied to vehicles of that class. The change would work a great saving in horseflesh and in time, for it would make possiule the hauling of heavier loads. With the march of these improve ments will come better roads. This is the age of wheels, and the gentleman driver, the farmer and the bicyclist will soon be in league for improved highways in city and country alike.—Minneapolis Tribune. A Metropolitan Philosopher. The passenger with long hair and short trousers had been figuring industriously on the buck of a soiled envelope ever since the train left the Battery. He was evidently deeply interested in some prob lem. Two or three of the other passen gers remained with him in the ear until j Seventy-second street was reached. He kept his pencil moving all of the way up town, and when he stepped out on the station platform he held up the envelope ! oil which he had been figuring and ex | claimed: "I have just made a most in teresting discovery. I travel more than 11,000 miles on this elevated railroad each year, and I have never had my life ! insured. Igo over the road four times | a day, except Sundays, between Seven j ty-seoond street and the Battery or Rec | tor street. That is about six miles a a trip, or twenty-four miles a day, and j for 800 days it amounts to just 7,200 miles—a rather significant fignre, con i sideling that I live on Seventy-second street. I "About three times each week I make i an extra trip from Rector street to Forty-second street and back. That is i eight miles a day for 150 days, which amounts to 1,248 miles. Then I average twelve miles at least in my Sunday j pleasure rides, for I usually go to both ends of the road. That would make [ 021 miles more, which, added to the ; other total for the year, gives a grand j total of 11,172 miles."—New York Times. Shaki'Kpvure'H Allusions to Strawberries. I Though history and story are alike silent as to the cultivation of the straw i berry in early times, we know that the fruit was well known in England in tie j Fifteenth century. Shakespeare has three allusions to strawberries. In "Henry V" the Bishop of Ely, in illustration of the good (jualities which the young king possessed, in spite of his wild habits and objectionable companions, says: The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen hest Neighbored by fruit of baser quality. The reference here is obviously to the wild berry. But in the play of "Richard III" strawberries are spoken of as grow ing in the Bisliofc of Ely's garden at Hol born, and this stems to show that the [ berry was cultivated with considerable , care as early as the latter part of the ! Fifteenth century, though Haydn's "Dic : tionaryof Dates" asserts that the com j mon strawberry was brought to England I from Flanders in 1530. < ! It is curious to note that 100 years after the crafty Richard begged some of I the bishop's strawberries, we find a de scription of a garden at Holborn, the property of tlio rich barber surgeon, Gerard, wherein four kinds of strawber ries—a great variety for the time—were successfully cultivated. The third i Shakespearean allusion to this fruit is in reference to the ill fated handkerchief of Desdemona, which was "spotted with strawberries."—Horticultural Times. llow to 1,1 VI) on Love. The girl was having a private confer ence with her father on the subject of marriage. "The young man hasn't enough to support you on," urged the father. "But you will give us something," she said. "Not a great deal, my dear." "Then we shall live on love." "Ugh," sniffed the father. "Don't you think we can?" asked the girl with the beautiful confidence of youth. "Yes, if you both stay single," and the father declined to discuss the mat ter further.—Detroit Free Press. Perfection Not Wanted, She—And don't you drink? He —No, dear. I "Nor smoke?" j "No." "Nor use bad language?" "No." "And haveu't any bad habits?" "Not one." "Then you must learn some. I won't marry a man I can't have some excuse for scolding."—Exchange. l)lc<l with Their Hoots Oil. Just outside the town of Tascora, in ! the panhandle of Texas, is a bare and 1 ; desolate mound known as Boot hill, j A correspondent who visited the spot ! says that there are twenty-three name- j j less graves in the clay and gravel of j i Boot hill, where lie the remains of j i twenty-three men who died with their j 1 boots on.—New Orleans Picayune. ' GEMS IN VERSE. Letter* to the L<l it or. "I send you here an article that'll hound to make a hit." "Inclosed please (iud a joke or two to spice your page with wit." "I send a little poem which will please beyond a doubt: Please mail me twenty copies of the paper when it's out." "I liked your editorial on 'Times Are Growing Better,' And so I have indorsed it in a fifteen column letter." "My wife's been dead a month, and though my paper's going on You've never said a word, und folks can't tell which way she's gone." "I've been in business half a year (your due bills I return you). And yet you've never wrote me up--so stop my paper, durn you!" —Atlanta Constitution. Fame, Wealth, Life, Death. What is famo? Tis the sun gleam on the mountain Spreading brightly ere it tiies, Tis the bubble of the fountain Rising lightly ere it dies; Or, if hero and there a hero Be remembered through tho years. Yet to him the gain is zero; Death hath stilled his hopes and fears. Yet what danger men will dare If but only in the air May bo heard some eager mention of their name; Though they hear it not themselves, 'tis much the same. What is wealth? Tis a rainbow, still receding As the panting fool pursues. Or a toy that, youth unheeding. Seeks the readiest way to lose; But the wise man keeps due measure. Neither out of breath nor base; He but holds in trust his treasure For tho welfare of the race. Yet what crimes some men will dare But to gain their slender share In some profit, though with loss of uame or health. What is life? Tis tho earthly hour of trial For a life that's but begun. When the prize of self denial May be quickly lost or won; 'Tis the hour when love may bourgeon To an everlasting flower. Or when lusts their victims urgo on To defy immortal power. Yet how lightly men ignore All the future holds iu store. Spending brief but golden moments all in strife. Or in suicidal madness grasp the knife. What is death? Past its dark, mysterious portal Human eye may never roam: Yet tho hope still springs immortal That it leads the wanderer home. Oh, the bliss that lies before us When the secret shall be known. And tho vast angelic chorus Sounds tho hymn before the thronel What is fame or wealth or life? Past are praises, fortune, strife; All but love, that lives forever, cast beneath When the good and faithful servant takes the the wreath. —London Academy. The Model Husband. Most wives will end their story with, "Ah, well, men are but human!" I long to tell the secret of A truly happy woman. Through all the sunshine lighted years. Lived now in retrospection, My husband's word brought never tears Nor caused a sad rcflectiou. Whatc'cr tho burdens of the day. Unflinching, calm and steady. To bear his part—the larger half— I always find him ready. Housecleaning season brings no frown, No surcusw pointed keonly; Through carpets up and tacks head down llotnakes his way serenely. Our evenings pass In converse sweet Or quiet contemplation. We never disagree except To "keep up conversation." And dewy morn of radiant Juno, Fair moonlight of September, April with bird and brook atuue. Stern, pitiless December- Each seems to my adoring eyes Somo new graee to discover, For he, unchunting through tho years, Is still my tender lover. So life no shadow holds, though we Have reached tho side that's shady. My husband? Oh, a dream is he. And I'm a maiden lady] —Eleanor M. Denny. The Merit of the Deed. The painter paints a picture of the summer sky of blue, But lie cannot steal tho rainbow lights from the smallest drop of dew; But the painter makes his ptcturo from the Master Artist's own. And he takes his brightest coloring where His faintest tints have shown. The poet writes a poem iu a dream of summer hours. But he cannot steal the sweetness from the humblest of the flowers; So the poet writes a poem, and becuuso his eyes are sealed Sees not a glimmer of the glory which he fain would huvo revealed. The Bingcr sings a song iu the golden summer tide. But the wild bird of tho morning into sweeter notes can glide; So the siugur sings a song And knoweth not its lay Is tho silence of the echoes that In heaven died away. Thus It seems tho tireless worker who ue'or taketh needed rest, And the hand that giveth liberally and givctb of its best. Each gives tho widow's uiite to the world of want and ueed. And the love which prompts the givlug Is the merit of the deed. —Manchester (N. II.) Union Enslavement. All constraint Except what wisdom lays on evil men Is evil; hurts tho faculties, impedes Their progress in the road of science; blluds The sight of discovery and begets Ju those that suffer it a sordid mind, Bestial, a meager intellect., unfit To be the tenant of man's noble form. —Cowper. The Raby. It's a sweet and tiny treasure, A torment and a tease; It's an autocrat and anarchist- Two awful things to pieAse; It's a rest and peace disturber, With little laughing ways; It's ft walling human night alarm And terror of your days. —Voice. Vim, Not Size. Size counts for naught In poet, sage or dunce: Vim makes tho hero in his rank or rhymes; Old Samson brought the house down only once, What Doctor Holmes bus done a thousand times. Gauge your own caliber, 0 man alive— If Samson, ten feet high, or poet, five. —James B. Wiggiii. , The best revenge is love; disarm Anger with smiles; heal wounds with balm. 1 Glvo water to thy thirsty foe. 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Come in at once and see the latest styles and most serviceable goods of tlie 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, Bimra rE H. M. BRISLIN. UNDERTAKER AND HORSEMEN ALL KNOW THAT Wise's Harness Store Is still here and doing busi ness on the same old principle of good goods and low prices. " I wish I had one." HORSE : GOODS. Blankets, Buffalo Robes, Har ness, and in fact every thing needed by Horsemen. Good workmanship and low prices is my motto. GEO. WISE, Jeddo, and No. 35 Centre St. Advertise in the Tribune. Castoria cures Colic, Constipation, Bour Stomach, Diarrhoea, Eructation, Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di- Without injurious medication. " For several years I have recommended your ' Castoria, 1 and shall always continue to ao so as it has invariably produced beneficial results." EDWIN F. PARDEE. M. D. T 44 The Winfehrop," 125tb Street aud 7th Ave., New York City. GO TO ,i Fisher Bros. Livery Stable FOR FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS At Short Notice, for Weddings, Parties and Funerals. Front Street, two squares below Freelaud Opera House. MAIS BAILROAD SYSTEM. DIVISION. Anthracite coal used exclu sively, insuring- cleanliness and comfort. ' ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS. MAY 15, 1803. LEAVE FREEHAND. - .V 5 ii 8 4 4!l '-";5 "WiA.M.. 13.25, 1.50, 3.43, 3.60, lIIUI'NCW 'Y ' ''lK' Jl ,: ' Dl'.i nV.*! KilVtim New York ) 18 U ° conncctioll tor dolpliht *'■ f(,r Botlllehon '. Boston nnil Phlln liS M -50 /' M ,,'.'r. l ' l - ,V B 51. (via Highland h'i L ii WWto Unveil, Olen Summit, ii i- i u i". 1 ttoton ""'I L. and li. Junction. G.lo A. M. lor Bluck ltidge and Torahlckcu. EUNDAY TRAINS. I ".'V A \?'- '. ln<l :us I'. M. for Driflon, Jedilo, Lumber \ ard and Hazleton. Uor Delano, Muhnno)' City, Slion andouh. New York and Philadelphia. ARRIVE AT Eli EEL AND. | 5.50, o.re, 7.3R, WN, lo.sn .\. M., EMU, 1.15,3.83, 4.3a, 11.50 nnil U.3T 7'. M. from 11 a/let stock ton, Lumber Yard, .leddo and Driltnn. | 10.5a A. M., R'.ia. L'.iCl, 4.3, 0.50 P. M. ironi Delano, Mahanoy City and Shenundouli ! (via New lloston Rranch). 1 1.15 and -;.\7 P. M. from New York, Kaston, Philadelphia, Hethlelu-m, Allentown and Mauch Chunk. ! 0.15 nnd 10.50 A. M. from Boston, Philadel phia, Hethlehem and Main li Chunk. 9.15, 10.;{5 A. M., 2.4.'1, 0.05 P. M. from White Haven, (.leu Summit, Wilkes-Rarre, Pittston and L. and 11. Junction (via Highland Branch). SUNDAY TRAINS. 11.31 A. M. nnil 3.31 P. M. from Huzletou, Lumber ) aid, Jeddo and Drifton. 11.31 A M. from Dolullo, Hay.leton, I'liiludel plua and Kaston. 3.31 P. M. from Pottsville and Delano, ror further Information inquire of Ticket Agents. I. A. BWEIG ARD, (leu. Mgr. ' C.G. HANCOCK, Gen. Pass. Agt. Philadelphia, Pa. ! A. W. NONNEMACHER, Ass't (1. p. A., I South Bethlehem, Pa.
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