SAFE.
And BO beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from him cun come to ma
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only Jtnow I cannot drift
IJeyond his love and care.
O brothers! if my faith is vain.
If hopes like these betray.
Pray for me that my feet may pain
The sure and safer way.
—Whittier.
BETSY'S SLIPPERS.
I was traveling in Ireland with some
friends. We were in the southeastern
part of the island and were traversing
Connemara, the poorest part of that
poor country. If anything can give a
horrible impression of drought and
misery it certainly is Connemara.
A profound dolor seems to rest upon
that corner of the earth. Low plains
destitute of verdure extend at the right
to a chain of mountains, which are bare,
as though they had been ravaged by fire.
These immense spaces are without a vil
lage, often without even a single dwell
ing.
The few which we pass at long inter
vals consist only of four stone walls
piled up without cement, and with a
black roof. From the back of these
dreary cabins issues a thin thread of
bine smoke.
In front of them one sees children
from five to twelve years old with naked
feet, sun scorched skins and ragged
clothing. They utter uncouth sounds
in a language which is partly Irish,
partly English. They usually run after
the carriage for several miles. Witii a
supplicating hand they extend to you
some sort of rude merchandise; it may
he roughly hewn wooden shoes; it may
he woolen stockings; it may he a little
hunch of flowers plucked from the
mountain side. They run shouting,
hurrying, hustling each other.
"Penny, please! penny, please!" they
repeat over and over. A penny is finally
cast to them.
Immediately there is brawling, strug
gling and fist pounding. The conquerer
deserts the ranks of onr followers, but
the others still pursue the carriage.
One by one the small flock drop away.
First the youngest become exhausted
aud stop. At last there are only three—
then two—then only one, who in his
turn rolls in the dust raised by the
wheels, uttering a last "Penny, please!"
with labored aud panting breath.
About 11 o'clock wo arrived at
Ougterard, near Lake Corrib. This
lake is said to contain as many islands
and also as many inhabitants ns there
are days in the year. Here we took
breakfast.
For a long time a little girl of about
twelve followed our carriage. She alone
had persisted of five or six children, the
rest of whom had dropped away as we
passed along. Tall and slender for her
age, slio had a charming face of the
true Irish type of beauty. Her com
plexion was darkly browned and she had
large blue eyes. Her long run had put
roses into her cheeks; her parted lips
showed her brilliant teeth. A ragged
brown linen waist and skirt composed
her costume. Her naked feet, which
were remarkably small and pretty,
seemed to Hy through the dust. Poor
little one! Our hearts ached to look at
her!
Suddenly she littered a cry, extended
lier amis and tell forward. We stopped
tlio carriage, hut fortunately nothing
serious had befallen her. A projecting
stone had slightly cut her foot, which
bled a little. We asked her who sho
was and from whence she came. She
called herself Betsy and said that sho
lived at Ougterard. We told her to
climb into the carriage and we would
carry her to her home. She looked at
us in bewilderment, as though she could
not understand what we were saying.
We repeated our offer. She blushed
with pleasure and gave us a look which,
although full of inquiry and wonder,
was yet most grateful. She seemed to
be overjoyed at riding in a carriage. It
was her first experience of that kind.
Ten minutes later we were in Oug
terard, a poor village of forty houses.
We gave two shillings to the child as a
parting present. She looked at it as
though she could not believe her eyes.
It occurred to me that the wound in her
foot might be inflamed by a walk in the
dust, I therefore entered a shoemaker's
shop, the only one the place afforded,
and bought a pair of slippers for the
poor child.
Betsy watched this operation in pro
found perplexity. When I extended the
Blippers toward her, saying they were
for her, she was dumfounded, intox
icated, dazzled. She dared not take
them.
Finally, as I firmly insisted that the
Blippers were for her and her alone, she
seized them and fled with a bound of
joy, and without even saying " Thank
you 1"
"Little savage!" thought I; "she does
not even know how to thank anybody."
I rejoined my companions, who were
already Beated around the hotel dining
table, jad we had soon finished our
breakfast and were about to climb into
our carriage, when I felt a little hand
within mine which sought to detain me.
"Come, sirl" she said, "cornel"
"And where d 6 you wish to lead me?"
"To our house. It is very near."
I followed her. My companions were
not a little puzzled. She led me to the
bottom of a narrow street. There we
paused before a humble cottage. She
pushed the door open and we entered.
The iilterior consist d of a single room,
It was without a floor and contained
scarcely any furniture. It was dimly
lighted by the feeblerays which entered
through a paper covered window, near
Which sat un old woman spinning, she
was Betsy's grandmother. At our en
trance three little black pigs scampered
under her bench grunting. In the cor
ner stood the lowly bed of the grand
mother; at its side the little cot of the
child. Just above her pillow Betsy
showed me a kind of rough staging lean
lug against the wall. Upon the middle
hoard covered with a very white linen
cloth, beneath an image of St. Patrick,
and between two bunches o£ white
flowers, I perceived—the little slippersl
The poor child looked at her shrine of
beauty with admiration and even with
religious awe, as upou a precious relic.
"But you should put the slippers on
your feet. They are for you to wear,"
said I. I could not help laughing to see
them Bet up as sacred objects of devo
tion.
She appeared astonished, almost an
gry. "Oh, never!" sll# said earnestly.
They are too-beautiful!"
We slipped some money into the
pocket of the old grandma and bade
adieu to Betsy; hut she could not bear
to leave us yet, and followed us quite to
the carriage, and looked after it with
eyes full of tears as long as it could he
seen.
* * * * * *
A month later we passed through the
same place on our return trip and made
a halt there as before. We did not see
Betsy. Before quitting that country, to
which I never expected to return, I
wished to see her again, if only for a
minute.
I sought out and knocked at the door
of the poor little cabin.
No one opened it.
I lifted the rude latch and entered.
A sad spectacle presented itself to my
eyes. Around the little bed of Betsy,
lighted hy three smoking candles, some
old women were kneeling and reciting
prayers in a monotonous voice. Upon
my entrance the chant stopped and one
of the old women arose and came to me.
It was the grandmother. She recog
nized me immediately, and two large
tears ran over her wrinkled cheeks.
"Betsy," murmured I; "where is
Betsy?"
In a few broken words she explained
to mo that Betsy had taken a fever and
had just died.
I approached the cot. The pale face
of the child wore a peaceful expression.
Her long black liair lay over her shoul
ders in heavy curls, but her beautiful
bright eyes were shut. Clasped in her
thin, blue veined hands and pressed
closely to her heart were the image of
St. Patrick and the two little slippers.
During all the time she had been sick,
the old dame told me, she had held them
in her hands. I begged the old woman
to bury them with her.
A tear came to my eyes. I leaned over
the poor Irish child and imprinted a kiss
upon her forehead.—Translated from the
French of Jacques Nortuand by Harriet
L. B. Potter for Romance.
Bread Made of PeanutH.
The imperial German health authori
ties have been engaged in experiments,
the object of which was to ascertain
whether a healthful bread could be made
of a mixture of rye flour and peanuts.
Incidentally it was discovered that the
refuse left after the oil has been ex
tracted from peanuts contains 50 per
cent, of albuminous matter. Such being
the case, bread made with an admixture
of peanuts or peanut refuse would cer
tainly be highly nutritious, inasmuch as
the nutritive element of any kind of
bread is mainly albuminous.
Wheat and rye flours have only about
11 or 12 per cent, of albuminous matter
in them. When oil has been extracted
by pressure or otherwise from a vegeta
ble substance, the residue is called "oil
cake." All oilcakes are largely albumi
nous. Flaxseed oilcake contains more
than 40 per cent, of such elements, and
the oilcake of cotton seed is about the
same. It is generally supposed that pea
nuts are very indigestible. Another
question involved is whether they could
be grown more cheaply than wheat,
which would seem to be very doubtful.
Perhaps, however, peanut broad is to
be looked forward to as a luxury of the
future.—Washington Star.
Xutcrack Nlglit.
All Hallow Even, or Halloween, the
evening before All Saints' Day, the Ist
of November, has yet another title in the
north of England—namely, Nutcrack
Night, the derivation of which is ob
vious enough. Impartially weighed
against the others, it is perhaps tho very
best time of the whole year for discov
ering just what sort of husband or wife
one is to be blessed withal.
Of old time, to go back to the usual
source of such things, the Romans had
a feastrOf Pomona at this time, and it
was then that the stores laid up in the
Bummer for use in the winter were
opened. The appropriateness of the use
of nuts and apples at this time thus lie
comes apparent. But when a festival
flourishing in the British isles has fires
connected with it, look sharp for a
Druidical origin and it will not usually
be necessary to look far. Now Hallow
een has fires connected with it and a
Druidical connection, if not actual ori
gin, seems highly probable.— New York
Tribune.
What "Winkers" Are For.
One of the employments of electricity
just now is to make "winkers," to hang
from high places. They are incandescent
lights, hoisted on a flagpole or run out
from a window, and the current is inter
rupted and turned on again by clock
work mechanism. A man sees the light,
then he notices that it is gone. While
wondering what has become of it it re
appears. This iB supposed to rouse
his interest to such an extent that he
will ask somebody what it is for, and
the man who displays the light will then
get an advertisement—if he has luck.—
1 Now York Sun.
i Learning Dentistry In Japan.
j A twelve-year-old Japanese boy sat on
| the floor in a dentist's office in Japan
| having before him a board in which
were a number of holes into which pegs
had been tightly driven. He was at
tempting to extract tho pegs with his
thumb and forefinger. As the strength
of this natural pair of forceps develop
by practice the pegs are driven in
tighter. After a couple of years at peg
pulling the young dentist graduates and
is able to lift the most refractory molar
in the same manner that he now lifts
wooden pegs.—St. Louis Globe-Demo
crat.
BALDUR AND THE MISTLETOE.
How the God of Oratory and Poetry
Died—A Legend of the North.
The mythology of the north unfolds
to us the fatal power of the mistletoe in
the charming myth of Baldur, the young
god of oratory and of poetry.
Baldur the Good was the favorite son
of Odin, and beloved of all the gods es
pecially for his marvelous beauty and
courage. From a succession of terrible
dreams he believed himself doomed to
death and related the hideous vision to
the assembled gods, who with one ac
cord determined to avert from him all
danger aud to this end conjured all
things. Frigga, his mother, exacted
front the elements and from all things
in nature, animate and inanimate, a vow
under no circumstances to do him harm.
Thus protected Baldur, as of yore, led
the chase and courted danger in protean
form, giving himself as a target for the
other gods' arrows, battleaxes and
other weapons, who, believing that, do
what they would, they could do him no
hurt, thus sported with his valor, deem
ing it an honor paid to Baldur.
Loki, the detractor of the gods and
the author of all their misfortunes, an
gered that no harm could befall Baldur.
and filled with envy and jealousy at the
tribute thus paid to him by the other
gods, resorted to strategy to find some
way to work him evil. Assuming the
disguise of a woman, he sought the
abode of Frigga, and asked her if she
knew how the gods were employed.
She replied to the question, and to the
passionate lore and pride of the mother
for her darling, gifted son, that tliey
were testing their skill and the merits
of their weapons upon Baldur, who was
unscathed by them.
"Aye, aye," Frigga made answer;
"naught can hurt Baldar. I have ex
exacted an oath from all things to do
him no harm."
"What!" exclaimed the deceiver;
"have all things really sworn to spare
Baldur?"
"All things," returned Frigga, "ex
cept an insignificant plant that grow®
near Walhalla, called 'mistletoe;' any
thing so weak could do him 110 harm."
Hastily Loki left tlio presence of
Frigga, and resuming his own shape
searched for and found the frail plant.
Appearing amid the gods with a branch
of mistletoe, ho directed it with aim so
sure that Baldur was pierced through
the heart and expired instantly.—New
York Ledger.
THE CHRISTMAS TREE.
It Is the Must Cherished uiul Popular of
Holiday Institutions.
The Christinas tree is cherished with
the samo loving affection as over. It
may not bo fashionable in the parlors of
the aristocratic, to whom few seasons
bring any of the deeper feelings which
fill the minds of men and women whose
lives are not made up of cold formality.
But among the great majority of the
people the joys of Christmas day will
not bo complete without the Christmas
tree, with its numerous tiny tapers
its oranges, apples, bonbons, gilded
crackers and the present which is to sur
prise the fond papa, who has been aware
of its existence for three or four weeks.
Nor will the day have so firm a hold on
the mind of the young were it not for
those rosy cheeked dolls peeping from
behind the green leaves, those watches
which are striking (ticking might be a
better word) proofs of perpetual motion,
and those bright little men who show
such an amount of good temper that
they repay the child who beheads them
with a supply of sweetmeats which
their littlo heads carefully preserved
from view.
A thousand raoro things there are to
keep the Christmas tree ever green in
the mind of the young and even the old.
According to the dealers, the middle
classes are the largest buyers of this
happy emblem of the day, and in the
matter of nationality the Irish and the
German lead the way. The trees are
pine and cedar, the former comipg from
Wisconsin and tho latter from Missouri.
Yesterday tho hospital matron, the Sun
day school miss and a great many moro
were to be seen making their bargains
for the best trees they could select, and
some of them reach as high as twenty
eight foet.
Green holly, contrasting pleasantly
with red hemes, is also in the market,
and there is ivy woven into tempting
wreaths by knowing traders. Most of
the holly and ivy come from the south.
For the rest the merchants and bankers
say that money is easier than it has been
for a long time, and therefore it is freely
spent. With the sight of snow and a
little frost on his window pane, as one
glanced from his room in the morning,
tho city would present a truly Christmas
sspect.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
ChriHtuiun Pudding.
One pound of beef suet chopped Hue,
►ne pound of dried and sifted flour, one
pound of raisins, one pound of currants,
one pound of brown sugar, half a pound
of citron, the grated peel of two lemons
and one orange, one teaspoonful each of
salt, powdered cloves, cinnamon and
allspice, one nutmeg grated, two tea
spoonfuls of mace, eight eggs, one gill
milk, one of brandy and one of wine,
two ounces of almonds bleached and
chopped. Chop the suet very fine and
free it from strings, mix with the flour,
add the eggs and sugar beaten together,
I the fruit dredged with flour, the spices,
I grated peel, milk and brandy. Mix
j thoroughly, put into three one quart
I fancy molds with tight covers and
steam four or five hours. They can be
heated by steaming for an hour at any
; time and will keep indefinitely. If the
flavor of almonds is not liked they can
be omitted.
It is important that these puddings be
steamed, not boiled. The writer dislikes
the practice of pouring brandy over and
lighting it, claiming that it imparts a
disagreeable flavor.—New York Herald.
Not Ashamed of Her Standing.
St. Louis Girl—W T hat did you find in
your stocking—a grand piano?
Chicago Girl—No; a 10-acre lot with
a house on it.—Exchange,
Tlte Inaugural Bull,
An interesting feature has arisen with
respect to the inauguration of President
Cleveland. March 4 next year occurs on
Saturday. The discovery of this fact
lias led to some discussion regarding the
propriety of holding the inaugural ball
on Saturday night, when Sunday morn
ing must necessarily be ushered in with
the first strobe of 12. Inquiry of those
who have been prominently identified
with the inauguration ceremonies of pre
vious years shows that this question need
not occasion concern.
In the first place, the event known as,
the inaugural "ball" is in reality a re
ception merely. The throng in attend
ance is always so great as to prevent
dancing. In the second place, it has,
with rare exceptions, been brought to a
conclusion by midnight, even when 110
considerations of respect for Sunday en
tered into the case. A ball on Friday
night would be inappropriate, and a
postponement to Monday night would
be an injustice to the thousands of visit
ors who would bo compelled to leave
the city before that time. There is no
likelihood, therefore, that the time hon
ored precedent of an inauguration ball
011 the evening of inauguration day will
be departed from when Mr. Cleveland is
inducted into office.—Washington Post.
Caught Two Whales anil a Wife.
One of the whaleman 011 the schooner
La Ninia has a little romance. His
njuue is William Stevens, and he has
been a sailor on coasting vessels for sev
eral years. Ten months ago he fell in
love with a pretty and estimable young
lady at Yaquina bay. Stevens wanted
to get married, but his funds were low,
so it was arranged between the two lov
ers that William shoujd go 011 a whal
ing cruise and 011 his return the nuptial
knot should be tied.
William came down 011 the next
steamer, but found that sailors who had
never been on a whaling voyage were
regarded as green hands, and that when
old timers were clamoring for a chance
to ship a new man had very little show.
However, Stevens persevered, and per
suaded Captain Worth to take him on
Whitelaw's whaler, the schooner La
Ninia. The green hand proved the mas
cot of the trip, and he killed the only
two whales taken 011 the voyage. They
were big fellows and produced 3,500
pounds of bone.
Stevens has consequently come into
funds, and more funds than usually fall
to the lay of a whaleman. —Sau Fran
cisco Chronicle.
Cruel Workmen.
An iron bridge was being erected for a
railroad in the outskirts of the city of
Paris when one of the workmen dropped
a piece of iron heated to white heat. At
the moment a boy of fourteen passed
the place and the workman called out
to him that he had accidentally dropped
the piece and that the boy should hand
it back to liiin. The poor boy, not por
ceiving the danger, grasped the iron with
both hands and immediately dropped it
again, uttering a fearful cry of pain.
He was answered by loud laughter from
the workmen, as cruel as they were
stupid. The perpetrator of the feat,
miscalled a joke, has been arrested, the
poor victim of his cruel folly having his
right hand burned so severely that he
will never recover the full use of it.—
Chicago Journal.
The Great Horse Show.
Recall the horse show. Fairly now,
as between man and man, which was
really on exhibition, tho Veneer family
or the horses? What did the boys about
town pay a dollar to see, women and
dudes or horses and ponies? Why were
SOOO, S7OO paid for the use of a box in
the horse show six consecutive nights?
Was it for love of horses, was it for in
terest in breeding, was it because of any
knowledge of thoroughbreds? It would
be nonsense to say so. Everybody,
including the Veneers themselves,
knows very well that the people in the
boxes went to show themselves, and the
people 011 the promenade went to look
at the social exhibits.—Howard in New
York Recorder. *
A Protest Against Haby Until.
I learn from The Herald that on
Thanksgiving day a tallyho coach drove
past the cottage in which Mrs. Cleveland
is domiciliated at Lakewood, and that
Baby Ruth heard tho notes of a tallyho
bugle for the first time. Great Jupiter!
Are we to have this nauseous twaddle
about Baby Ruth every day in the week?
Some day Baby Ruth will have her first
glass of champagne, her first eye tooth
and her first talking doll! Are the great
newspapers to chronicle all these excit
ing events? Keep me posted about the
Hospidar of Hog island, but let Baby
Ruth slide.—Cor. New York Advertiser.
Mr. Gladstone's Itiglit llami Man.
Sir William Vernon Harcourt, the
well known English statesman, who has
been chosen to lead the Liberal party in
the absence of Mr. Gladstone, is a triple
chinned man of ponderous physique,
with a bland, persuasive manner, and
though professionally a rampant Rad
ical takes particular pride in the fact
that he can trace his descent in an un
broken male lino through the royal
house of Plantageuet to the year 880.
He is now sixty-five.—New York Press.
An Enormous Bit Halo.
An enormous bull buffalo, which was
shot in Montana about a year ago and is
now 011 exhibition in a Buffalo store
window, stands nearly 18 hands high,
measures 9 feet 0 inches in length and
weighed when shot about 3,000 pounds.
In a shingle mill at Gray's Harbor,
Wash., recently, the entire works were
kept running all day on a single cedar
stick, which made 188,500 shingles.
A San Francisco firm is about to com
mence the revival of whaling in the
Antartic ocean, which has not been car
ried on for many years.
James Whitcomb Riley, in addition
to being tho best dialect poet we have,
is one of tho best story tellers in the
world.
GEMS IN VERS£.__
She Knew the Worst.
"Sweetheart, you deem me good," I said
As I took. Bessie's soft, while hand:
"You think the life that I have led
Has beou quite perfect, pure and grand.
"But ere wo wed, my darling Bess,
I tell you frankly that my ways
Have been quite devious; I confess
I've spent some wicked nights and days.**
"Nay, say no more," quoth Bess, demure;
"I know it all— I know tho worst;
Your mother told me, and Pin sure
You told her all your follies first."
What could I say? This trustful lamb
Had learned that once I teased the cat
And twice or thrice hod stolen jam-
How could 1 deal with faith like that?
—H. 8. Tomer.
The People In Mars.
There are people living in Mars, they say.
Enjoying tho lease of a longer year.
And a starrier night, and a sunnier day.
And steadier climates than we have here.
Are their winters blighted by want and woe—
Their summers by pestilence, plugue and
thunder?
Do they suffer there as wo do below,
I wonder?
Do they plant and wator their rosy fields.
And struggle with sorrow and fight with
fears.
While the thorns and thistles their red earth
yields
Aro choking tho seed that they sowed in
tears?
Do they trust in idols of stone and wood,
And trample tho meek and lowly under?
Do they love tho evil and leave the good,
I wonder?
Or a happier world may it bo than this.
Where sin has not entered, nor death by sin—
Which is blushing still from Creation's kiss.
Whilst never a serpent lias slidden in?
And if wo may wander amongst the Htars
When body and spirit aro riven asunder.
May we live life over again In Mars,
I wonder?
Shall wo find what here wo have sought In
vain-
Fulfilling ideals where once we failed?
With tho crooked made straight and thorough
made plain,
Will difficult mountains at last bo scaled?
Shall we cleanse our ways and redeem our
worth-
Repair tho old wastes and retriove each
blunder?
Shall we meet in Mars nil wo missed on Earth,
I wonder?
—Ellen Thorncycroft Fowler.
Constancy.
To constancy a thousand fanes aro reared.
To constancy a thousand songs are sung;
The virtue honored, cherished and revered,
The mo for tho old and goal to tempt the
young.
Still are we taught, like fancies live and die;
Faith, hope and love abide in constancy.
Yet who that prizes summer's golden moon
But longs for autumn's soft, pathetic grace?
Who revels in tho lavish wealth of June,
Nor sighs to think of April's varying face?
Who tired of glaro but turns to tho warm
gloom,
Where the great yulelogs glimmer In tho room?
Why, without change, a rift would deepen
down;
A passing wrong would redden to a hate;
A love would wither 'neath an angry frown.
And a rash vow take all tho strength of fate;
Where constancy might darken, curse es
trange.
Fair fall the sunny power of happy changel
Lot time's soft magic wear away tho wrath
And patience do her perfect work at last.
And hope sow laughing blossoms on the path
That will outbloom the night's shade of the
past,
Till all that lives and moves In life's wide
range
May bless tho sweet vicissitudes of change.
The Quiet House.
Oh, mothers, worn and weary.
With cares which never cease.
With never time for pleasure.
With days that have no peace.
With little hands to hinder
And feeble steps to guard,
With tasks that lie unfinished.
Deem not your lot too hard.
I know a house where childish things
Aro hidden out of sight;
Where never sound of little feet
Is heard from morn till night;
No tiny hands that fast undo.
That pull things all awry,
No baby hurts to pity
As the quiet days go by.
The house is all In order
And free from tiresomo noise.
No moments of confusion,
No scattered broken toys.
And tho children's little garments
Are never soiled or torn,
But aro laid away forever
Just as they last were worn.
And she, the sad eyed mother.
What would she give today
To feel your cares and burdens.
To walk your weary wayl
Ah, happiest on all this earth.
Could she again but see
Tho rooms all strewn with playthings
And tho childreu round her knee!
—Alma Peudexter liuyden.
Shared.
I said it in tho meadow path,
1 say it on tho mountain stairs—
Tho best things any mortal hath
Aro those which every mortal shares.
The air we breathe, tho sky, tho breeze.
The light without us and within-
Life with its unlocked treasuries,
God's riches—are for all to win.
The grass is softer to my tread
For rest it yields unnumbered feet;
Sweetor to 1110 tho wild rose red
Because Bhe makes tho whole world sweet.
Into your heavenly loneliness
Ye welcomed mo, O solemn peaks!
And mo in every guest you bless
Who reverently your mystery seeks.
And up the radiant peopled way
That opens into worlds unknown
It will bo life's delight to say,
"Heaven is not heaven for me alone."
Rich through my brethren's property-
Such wealth were hideous. lam blest
Only in what they share with me.
In what 1 share with all tho rest.
—Lucy Larcom. j
Revenge.
Rovengo is a naked sword-
It has neither hilt nor guard.
Wouldst thou wield this brand of tho Lord? |
Is thy grasp then firm and hard?
But tho closer thy clutch of tho blade,
Tho deudlier blow thou wouldst deal.
Deeper wound In thy hand is made-
It is thy blood reddens tho steel.
And when thou hast dealt tho blow.
When the blado from thy hand is flown— j
Instead of tho heart of tho foe,
Thou umyst find it sheathed in thino own!
—Charles Henry Webb. |
But ah! tho tears that are uot wept.
The tears that never outward fall;
The tears that grief for years lias kept
Within Us—they aro best of all;
The tears our eyes shall never know
Are dearer than tho tears that flow.
—Father Ryan.
No More Worrying.
Hain't a-goin to worry any more—
Hain't a-goin to fret and fuss about ltl
We'll git what's a-comin to us, shore,
Er, thank God! we'll git along without ltl
—James Whitcomb Riley. I
ICASTORIAI
m
for Infants and Children.
11 C act or laJs so well adapted to children that
I recommend it as superior to any prescription
known to mo." H. A. ARCHER, M. D.,
11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
"The use of 'Castoria l is so universal and
its merits so well known that it seems a work
of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the
intelligent families who do not keep Castoria
within easy reach."
CARLOS MARTYN, D.D.,
New York City.
Late Pastor Bloomingdalo Reformed Church.
THE CENT AIM COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK.
NINETEEN - YEARS - EXPERIENCE
Xix Leather.
Our stock is bound to go. There is nothing like slim figures to
put it in motion. We have laid in a very large stock of
seasonable goods. WE BOUGHT CHEAP—WE SELL
CHEAP. A lot of goods turned quick at close margin is
good enough for us. Now is the time to buy
A No. 1 Goods —None Better on Earth
At Very Close to Mnuf during 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 fresli 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 first-class
stock, combining quality and elegance with prices strictly
i'air._ Come in at once and see the latest styles and most
serviceable goods of the season in
MEN'S, BOYS' AMD 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 tile top in
style, quality and variety.
JOHN SMITH, birkbec V r r e , e c l k AN D .
H. M. BRISLIN,
UNDERTAKER
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
tlie Tribune. |
Castoria cures Colic, Constipation,
Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Eructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di
pt'st ion,
Without injurious medication.
" For several years I havo recommended
your ' Castoria,' and shall always continue to
do so as it has invariably produced beneficial
results."
EDWIN F. PARDKH. M. D. t
"Tho Winthrop," I:lsth Street and 7th Ave.,
New York City.
GO TO
Fisher Bros.
I Livery Stable
FOB
FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS
j At Short Notice, for Weddings, Parties and
vuneruls. Front Street, two squares
below Freeland Opera House.
BEAM RAILROAD SYSTEM.
! - LEIIIGII VALLEY
J N DIVISION.
!■' Anthracite coal used exclu*
• / sivelv, insuring cleunliness and
?' comfort.
j ARUANCEMENT OK PASSENGER TRAINS.
DKC. 4, 180.
LEAVE FREELAND.
, IWA.
n' : ti"iiiAieVn, Pliifa' S
ileiphia.' M " ' Ur Bothlohom ' Eaaton and Phila
"urn,n't!
llkcs-llano, 1 ittston and 1,, and 11. Junction.
SUNDAY TRAINS.
I imh,wvwf nd ?'& K- M - fop Drifton, Jeddo,
•!-ir a Dazleton.
• * *, •• Delano, Mnhunov Citv. Slien
andouli, New York and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND.
I Si 50 - 1 m oo ' 19- 8 } A- M., 15.16, 1.15, 2.51,
1.5(1, ..IK! nnil 5.,1, 1, s|. ii,iin 1 (li/lotim, .stock
ton, Luinlicr 1 ard, Jeddo and llilfton.
7JS6, (UK, 10.56 A. M„ 12.111. 2.:t1, 4..V1, 7.(11 P. M.
irom llcliino, Miihunoy ritj mid Shenandoah
(via Now ltoston Ihanclu.
J'f l J"." 1 . >' l7 F. M. from New York, Kaston,
Philadelphia, ItctlilcUcin, Allcntown unci
| Maucli ( hunk.
lI.IS and ,10.56 A. M. from Kaston, PhiludeJ
pliia, liethlehem ami Muueh Chunk.
I JUS, 10,11 A. M., .-13, ii p. M. from White
Haven, (.leu Summit, Wilkcs-Barru, Pittston
, and L. and 11. Junction (via Highland Branch).
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11,11 A. M. and 3.31 P. M. from Huzletonw
: Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drlfton.
11.31 A.M. from Delano, llazleton, Philadel
|)lna and Kaston.
3.31 P. M from Pottsville and Delano,
l or 1 urther iniormation inquire of Ticket
Agents.
I. A. BWEIGAUD, Gen. Mgr.
i C. G. HANCOCK, Gen. Pass. Agt.
Philadelphia, Pn.
j A. W. NONNEMACHEIt, Ass't G. P. A.,
South Bethlehem, Pa,