BUTTERCUP, POPPY, FORGEfMENOT. Buttercup, poppy, forgetmcnot— These three bloomed in a garden spot, And once, all merry with song and pla>\ A little one hoard three voices say: "Shine or shadow, summer or spring— O thou child with the tangled hair And laughing eyes—we three shall bring Each an offering, passing fair!" The little one did not understand, But they bent and kissed the dimpled hand. Buttercup gamboled all day long, Sharing the little one's mirth and song; Then, stealing along on misty gleams. Poppy came, bringing the sweetest dreams. Playing and dreaming—that was all, Till once the sleeper would not awake. Kissing the little face under tho pall. We thought of the words tho third flower spake, And we found, betimes, in a hallowed spot The solace and peace of forgetinenot. Buttercup shareth the joy of day, Glinting with gold tho hours of play; Bringeth the poppy sweet repose, When the bunds would fold and the eyes would close. And after it all—the play and the sleep Of a little life—what cometh then? To the hearts that ache and the eyes that weep A wee flower bringeth God's peace again. Each one serveth its tender lot- Buttercup, poppy, forgctmcnot. —Eugene Field in Chicago News-Record. "JIST IN TIME." The sun was slowly lifting a rosy crown from the head of the tall "King mountain" in eastern Kentucky. Twi light was slowly creeping tip the valley, leaving black throated tunnels yawning beneath the trees that crowded each side of the creek. With quiet chatter the chickens were gathering beneath tho trees in the front of old Bill Copfield's log cabin, glancing about here and there, seeking tho best boughs in which to rest through the coming night. A whip poorwill was lifting its weird, monoto nous shrieks out on the mountain side at the rear of tho house. Beyond the yard fence in front, on a large oak, sat a young man and a young girl. The lat ter was Nellie Copfield, the prettiest girl "in all the country round." The former was her big, rawboned, but withal handsome lover, Tim Holbrook. The two had been quarreling, but now a short truce of silenco had intervened. T* j young giant sat with his head bent over, vigorously, but unconsciously, whittling 011 a pine shingle. Tho girl sat twisting her fingers, making the joints crack, and ever and anon flash ing a detecting glance at her lover. Oc casionally her sharp look would en counter his, and then two chins would suddenly drop toward two breasts. Finally tho young man, with a sudden impulse, arose from tho log, brushed away the shavings that clung to his clothes, and said: "Waal, I guess it's timo fer me tor be gittin outen this." The girl glanced up, and with a sug gestion of sarcasm in her tones said: "I'm surprised at yo wantin to go so sudding! 1 thought ye was havin an awful nice time!" "Now thar ain't no use in ye tryiu L-- take up that ar quarrel agin. I don't feel like it. I got up ter tell ye goodhy." "Thar's plenty o' timo yit ter tell me that. The moon ain't hardly up yit. Ye don't want ter go off in the dark. Ye ginerally stay nearly all night. What's yer hurry now?" The gild's tones were full of affected pleasantry, and her eyes glowed with soft radiance through tho gathering darkness. At the beauty of that upturned face his joints weakened, and down ho sat again beside her. He turned to tho girl and said with some desperation: "I love you, Nell, and ye know it." "O' course I do," returned the girl, laughing. "I can't lie'p lovin ye." "I know you can't." "I loved yo tho fust time I ever seed ye." "Yes, yon did that!" "That's jis' why ye treat me like a "I don't treat ye like a dog, Tim." "Ye don't?" "No, suli, I don't." "I'd liko ter know why?" "Because I'm ullers good an pleasant to my dog." Here the girl laughed aloud; hut Tim, exasperated beyond any further endur ance, leaped up, made a rush for his mule, mounted it and dashed furiously away. As the ochoes of tho mule's hoofs died out in tho night remorse sprang up in tlio heart of little mountain coquette. "Oh, goodness!" she cried, "wonder what got inter him ter treat me that a-way? Jis' jumped up an run off an never Bed nothin. He's mad about somethin—l know he is. What could it be? I never seed such a fellow in my life; jis' flies all ter pieces, an a body never kin tell what it's erbout. Well, I reckin it wud bo all for tho best if he stays mad—if he is mad. Anybody that aclcs the fool that a-way why they'd lie no livin with 'em arter they's married to 'em. I never will speak to him agin. Lordy goodness, I know I never done nothin. Wonder if he was certain mad and won't never try to make up with me no more?" And the poor, injured little maiden smashed two big tears on her pretty, plump cheeks, crossed tho fence, entered the house and went to bed. As Tim's mule trotted along toward ' is home his thoughts ran something like this* "Oil, Lordy Gord! what am Igwine ter do? Life fer me now is a busted gourd layin by the side o' the spring o' happi ness. I'll pine an perish in front o' the sweet warters, hut cain't never drink 'em no more. My big feather bed will now he full u' rocks when I lay down on it at night. I'll git up in the momin feelin sorry I didn't peg out durin sleep. I'll go ter my new ground ter plow, hut won't have life enough in mo ter cuss when a root hits lay shin. Tho house logs I'd got out ter build a little home fer me an Nell will now rot in tho woods. The good milk cow I lately traded fer will go dry. The hogs I bought ter make us meat will wander away an go wild. I ain't got no heart never ter do nothin more. I've got no more confidence in no body. I thought Nell loved me, an I believe she once did, but she is jis' like all the critters. When they find out a fel ler's too sweet on 'em it turns 'em sour." And the great, strong man—a weak ling at this moment—lifted up his voice and sang the following stanza of despair: Fare ye we!], my lovln Nellie, I'll bit you adieu, I am ruined forever, I'y the lo\ in of you. ****** "Oh, don't you be a bit frightened, young man, about that girl. Don't I know human nature? Haven't I read the book of humanity from the 'preface' to 'the end,' until every leaf is greasy and yellow with my thumbs? It's my business, young man. Front what yon tell me about the girl, and the account of your quarrel with her, she is now in the orchard under a tree, lying flat in the grass 'snubbing' about you. She's rubbing tears from the corners of her eyes right now with her apron. She's drawing deep sighs at this moment, and has a chunk in the throat that she can't either get up or down. She'd give the earth and throw in a few other good sized planets to be all right with you again. Do as I've told you, and if the thing don't work you don't pay me the ten dollar!# and I give you leave to kick me clear across the county besides." The speaker was a traveling peddler and "fortune teller." The gentleman he was addressing, as the reader has guessed, was no other than Tim Holbrook. "Waal, you better reckon," returned Tim, rubbing his hard hands together 111 an excess of glee, "ef ye can jis' make that ar trick work, ye're not only wel come to the ten dollars, but sixteen head of fine fat shoats besides!" "Git your rope an clear out then, and so will I," impatiently spoke the reser voir of destiny, and off he went toward the cabin residence of old Bill Coplield. An hour later the "fortune teller" was m front of the Copfield home. "Hello!" he yelled. "Hello yerself," glumly spoke a young girl, coming out on the porch. "I'd like to stop with you and get my dinner," he spoke smilingly. "There won't be no trouble erbout that. Come in. We hain't got nothin much to eat, but erbout az good az I guocss yer use' to while yer goin through this country. Have this cheer. Mam, this man wants his dinner. Lemme have your hat, stranger." A few moments later the fortune teller was at the table. He sat in front of the young girl, and his penetrating eye told him all that he had suspected. He saw the languid droop of her lids. He saw tho jiaths of teal's down her cheeks, so dim that they would not have been de tected by an eye less observant. Dinner being concluded, the man asked the "bill." "Nuthin, stranger," simultaneously Bpoko mother and daughter. "That is certainly cheap," laugliingly spoko the fortune teller. "Yas," returned Mrs. Copfield, "but it's all wo ever charge." "Well, well," spoke tlio fortune teller, "I must do something for such a good dinner. I am a fortune teller, and I know the young lady would bo pleased to know her fortune. Most young people would." The young girl colored brightly and said she'd "like awful well to have it told if ho could tell." A cup with coffee grounds staining its sides and bottom was soon revolving in the wizard's practiced fingers. Finally, in tones of deep gravity, ho spoke: "Young lady, yon aro in love." Tlio girl turned to her mother with an astonished look in her eyes. The mother Biniled through the veil of astonishment that covered her features. "You are in lovo with a young man," spoke the oracle in tones of mystery. "You aro in love with a young man not far from here. He loves you. You have lately quarreled. Ho thinks you hate him. anil ho has made up his mind to kill himself." "Oh, boolioo! Oh, don't say that!" pleadingly cried the girl. The fortune teller gazed long into the depths of the cup. Then a frightened look sprang to his face. His eyes spread open liko saucers. His breast heaved. His hands clutched together. Finally he spoke, hoarsely: "Quick, girl! Go to him! Go at once! He will soon hang himself!" "Oh, Lordy Gord!" screamed tho girl, wringing her hands, "where, oh, where is he?" "Down the road, I think. Oil, yes; I see him plain. It's under a big oak down tho road not over 800 yards away. Go at once and you can save him. Go! go!" "Oh, Lord help me! I know just where it is. Will I have time? Oh, Lord!" But before tho mail could answer the girl had leaped the fence and was run ning down the road like a young fawn. As she neared the great oak she saw her lover climbing up to the first limbs, a new Beagrass rope in his hand. A wild scream broke from the lips of the girl. "Oh, Tim, for God's sake—for my sake, Tim, don't do that. I'll kill my self, too, if you do. Git down! Oh, do git down! I won't never, never do so any more." The young man, affecting a look of great sadness, leaped to the ground. The girl grabbed his neck in her firm, shape ly arms and kissed him passionately. "Oh, Tim, what made you do this? You know I never done nothin to make ye mad. I'm nearly crazy now. I won't I never treat ye mean no more." | "Oh, bully for you, then, littlegal!" re turned the happy young giant as he drew her quickly towurd his big breast. "You ] talked so awful mean to mo that night , afore I left that I thought you hated me. 1 then made up my mind to hang my self. I'd ruther a thousand times over he dead than ter live without ye. You got lmr jist in time. I'd er bin dead, stiff an a-grinnin, by this time ef ye hadn't er come—l would jist shore." On their way toward the house they met the fortune teller, and the impulsive girl, in the excess of her happiness and gratitude, threw her arms around his neck, while Tim slyly slipped a ten dol i lar bill into his hand.— James Noel John ' eon in Yankee Blade. FRENCH FUN. How tho Illustrated Paper* of Purl* Cari cature Our Fair. English critics declare that the Amer icans of today are the most humorous people ou earth. Americans have until recently been inclined to yield the palm to the Fr?nch. There are, however, two 111 1 ip . -j IRONCLAD VESUVIUS, kinds of fun which are to Americans much funnier than they are meant to be —viz., the serious comments of some very serious English writers on our so ciety and politics, and the attempts of Frenchmen to be funny at our expense It is pleasant to learn that the ill 11s trated papers of Paris contain carica tures of tho Chicago W Wd's fair, for it shows that Europe is interested in it. and their ideas about us are decidedly funny. One paper, for instance, gravely informs its readers that a great attrac tion at Chicago will be Buffalo Bill and his heroes, showing how they would Ji# VfllE SHOWER OF ROSES, have roiki'd the amazons of Dahomey if only the French government had em ployed t her . Bill is apparently better known in France than any other of our public men. Another .gives an illustration of Ve suvius. The volcano is to bo "trans ported to Jaf lison park," and to make it safe it will b< covered with boiler iron well riveted.vFtirthermore, when put on exhibition, iittU ad of lava and ashes it will belch fonth a shower of fresh roses and perfume, "all of which," says the Parisian caricaturist, "are included in the one price of admission." He adds that BUFFAIImu, IN DAHOMEY, there will lie riiii;-tic railroad accidents, the i>assenger4\olunteering to risk life and limb in oraertoshowforeigners how the thing is dome. Also incendiary fires to show the promptness and efficiency of the tiro deparim at. In short, if half this Frenchman says were true, the ex position would be a marvel indeed. Tho Meimorii.l Art I'nlitoe. The permanent Memorial Art palace, in which all cofcrcsses will he held, is rapidly rising orfthi- lake front, Chicago. It will have two audience rooms, each to seat between :l,pt)o im d 4,000 people, while twenty email: rooms will afford accommodation for from 800 to 700 par ticipants each. A Now Monument f „ r Chicago. Chicago is exerting I rself to put style and finish on as many as possible of her public adornment j n time for the great exposition, and t io visitor thereto will bo surprised at themany now monu ments of one sort or ai ,ther in the city. Among the latest is the beautiful gift of George M. Pullman. coumemorating the massacre of the Fort Din-bom garrison, Aug. 15, 1812. In that stair Black Par tridge, who was in trut, a "noble red man," rescued the youn- wife of Lieu tenant Helm from a saviw who had his tomahawk lifted to dash mt her brains, and this incident the sculptor Carl Rolil-Sinith—has chosen ~r his subject lift THE MASSACRE MONufcx. Behind these throe an Indlaf is repre sented as kiiling Dr. Van Vo -Ms, sur geon of the post, and to on® ep. u es a baby awaiting in childish te r or tho fatal stroke. Tlius there are i figures, and the action is wonderfully It like, al . most terrifying in its real*,. The | bronze group will stand on a Urn „f pol ished dark Quinoy granite, 10 Met high and K foot by 4 feet 7 inches, at tl corner of Eighteenth street and Calfijn,, nVe nuo. On und around that sp® thirty eight soldiers, two women mJliwolvo I children were on the date namtt killed by the Pottawatomie*, A Floating Hotel. "I wonder," Raid George Hayserat the Victoria yesterday, "that there is no schema for a big floating hotel on the lake daring the World's fair, modeled after the one just c ompleted in Maine, and which will soon be sent to Florida water.! to cruise or float, whichever term may be right. I saw it before I left Maine. It is an immense and rather un wieldly looking affair, and an outside view is not particularly prepossessing, but its interior decoration and the ar rangements for the convenience and com fort of guests equal almost any of the land hotels, except that it lacks the met ropolitan character of our large city hotels and lias too much of a sporting flavor to si&t the average man who is not a Nimrod or a Walton. It will be patronized chiefly by sporting men who will hunt and fish in southern waters. To take the place of cabs, which cJways stand 011 the outside of hotels, there are rows of skiffs, and the umbrella receivers, instead of being full of umbrellas and canes, have fishing rods in them. "Undoubtedly many gentlemen will bring their families with them, so the parlors and ballrooms are fitted up as in land hotels. It is a slow moving craft, and I suppose most of the time it will be stationary, only moving from place to place as reports of good hunting or fish ing reach the manager. Most of the hunting expeditions wall be made in small boats up into the bayous and riv ers and swamps. The management will probably bo entirely free from the an noyance of dead beats and hotel sharps, for if they should be detected out on the ocean they might be used as bait for the fishes."—Chicago Tribune. Advertising: as Vunderbllt's Guest. The following unique advertisement has appeared in The Times, and also, with a trifling variation, in The Morning Post: Mr. R. W. Davey, of London, lias arrived at New York on liia return trip from Central America, and is at present the guest of Mr. Vanderbilt, tlio millionaire. Never beforo having heard of Mr. R. W. Davey, of London, I am burning for more information concerning this indi vidual. Who is R. W. Davey? What has 110 been doing in America? Why is the fact of his being the guest of Mr. Vanderbilt deemed of sufficient public interest for publication as an advertise ment in the London papers? Who wants to know where R. W. Davey has been? Who cares where he is now? Evidently R. W. Davey has a large circle of ac quaintances who are deeply concerned about liia movement, and I shall bo glad if any of them will enlighten me on the above points.—London Truth. A Discharged Engineer's Suit. One of the strangest actions ever brought in the Lawrence county courts has just beeu commenced by W, P. Nye against the Pittsburg compuny, which has been improving the new town of Ellwood. Mr. Nye states that he is a lo comotive engineer. Sept. 23, 1890, he was induced by the Pittsburg company to accept a position as engineer on the Beaver Valley railroad at SBO a month, which was increased by working over time to SIOO. On the representations of the company that 110 would havo a permanent posi tion lie bought a house and lot from the Pittsburg company for $1,750, agreeing to pay $l2O every three months until the whole amount was paid. July 31, 1802, he was discharged, as he says, without cause. He ceased to pay for his house, and now ho asks $2,000 from the com pany for breach of contract.— Meadvillo (Pa.) Gazette. A Singular Railroad Accident. A case was reported recently of an engineer being killed by his head strik ing against a sagged telegraph pole as he leaned from his cab window, and several instances are lately noted of brakemen being swept from the roof of cars by bridges. But perhaps the most singular accident of this kind occurred in Mis souri last week. An engineer of an Iron Mountain train was leaning out of his cab window passing Williamsville when he was caught by the mail catcher—the iron pole and book arrangement for catchingstlie mails from moving trains— and pulled clean from his engine, through the window, falling beside the track as his train passed on. He was seriously injured.—Exchange. A Nervoun Bridegroom. The First Presbyterian church was the sceno of a very pretty wedding at an early hour Tuesday morning, the parties being Benjamin Spence, of West Bridge water, Mass., and Miss Bianca Verbeek, of this city. During the ceremony the groom startled the invited guests by fall ing in a faint. His nervousness agitated the bride, and it was feared a postpone ment would be necessary, but at his re quest, when lie regained his composure, tho officiating clergyman completed the ceremony. While going down the aisle the groom again fainted and was with much difficulty revived, but recovered sufficiently to take the train for his home in Massachusetts. Atlantic City Cor. Philadelphia Times. The Dangers in Iced Water. Cautions have been issued by the im perial health office of Berlin with regard to tho use of ice. Investigation has shown that the ice of commerce sold at Berlin contains micro-organisms that are dangerous to health, and tho con clusion has been arrived at that illnesses frequently observed after iced drinks have been taken havo probably less to do with the coldness of the drink than with tho disease germs contained in tho ice. Tho public have consequently been warned to eschew drinks and food which have become dangerous to health in tho manner suggested.—Cor. Manchester (England) Guardian. ProteHtH Against the Antloption Bill. There is a marked change between this session and the last so far as the antiop tion bill is concerned. Last session peti tions poured in by bushels asking for the jmssage of the measure, while now pro tests are coming in against the senate acting favorably thereon.—Washington Cor. New Orleans Times-Democrat. GEMS IN VERSE. Two Ships. I built a ship—a great large hip. And Pride stood at tin) helm And steered for Fame, t bat wondrous land. And Wealth- bright, golden realm! And Pride was captain, mate an ! crew. And launched my ship wilU much udo. "Now go, my ship, my great, great ship. And laugh the winds to scorn." And, 10, my ship came back to me All broken, bent and torn! I built a ship, a lowly ship, With modern wings of white. And thought not of bright Wealth or Fame, But pleasure rose in sight. Love was my captain, mate and crew. And launched my ship without ado. "Now go, my ship, lowly ship. Thy modest wings unfold." And, 10. my shipenme dancing back Just weighted down with gold! —II. Muriel Patriurche. Uncle Jed's Journey. I never grouted, never fussed, but lived hero calm an still; For forty year I lived here ou the hill in Po kumville. "Don't live here like a snail," said Jim, "with in yer snail shed curled; I'll pay yer fare to go out west an let yer see the world!" An so I got ou board the train nu whirled off like a breeze. But all I see upon tho trip wus dirt an gruss an trees; See water, stones an sichlike things—some times a brook an hill. Sez I to Jim, "All these ere things I see In Pokumville." We stopped to see Niagara falls, that makes so much loud talk. An we see a mess er water kinder tumblin from a rock. "If you spill water from a spoon," sez I to Jim, sez I, "'Tiz zackly the same prineipul," an Jim he couldn't deny. An we crossed the Rocky mountains, an Jim said, "1 call this grand." "They're nothing," sez I, "but great hunks of rock an dirt an sand." An wo come to tho Pacific, an It made Jim look profound. But I sez, "I don't see nothin but some water sloshin round." An we went to sev'rul cities—there wuz nothin 1 here to see, But jess er mess er houses an some folks like you an me. And we come into Chicago. Sez Jim, "llow's this for high?" Sez I, "It's jest like Pokumville—the same ole thing," sez I. -S. W. Foss. Behind the Mask. Put on thy musk, that none may know Thy heart Is breaking; Put on a smile nnd hide from view Its heavy aching. The world would only scorn thy pain— 'Twould turn away in cold disdain. Banish the traces from thine eyes Of bitter crying, For none must know that those sweet lips Could part with sighing. Come, join in merry song nud dunce. Nor sorrow tell by sigh or glance. God knows 'tis hard to smile when one Is sad uud weary; To dance as though thy heart were light When all is dreary. There's many curious lips to ask Thy cause for pain. Put ou thy musk. No, no, 'twill never do—that smile, 'Tis not beguiling; Far bettor see the tear drops there Thau such sud smiling. For one could read the story there Of broken hearted, sad despair. Here is a mask; 'twill hide thy grief; Come, wear it lightly. And none will guess that 'ueath thy smile. Beaming so brightly. Is naught but bitter tears and pain— A bleeding heart with anguish slain. —A 1 by* Mormon. COUNTLESS AGES OLD. A Frog Taken Alive From a MUSK of Coal 300 Feet Below the Surface. There was brought into the Wilkes- Barre Nemdealer office the other night a curiosity such as is seldom or never seen, arid which is valuable not only as cariosity, but also as a matter of history. It is a frog, which was taken from a mass of anthracite coal SOU feet below the surface by a miner in the Mt. Look out colliery at Wyoming. The disoverer of the rare curiosity is Joseph Johns. He was timbering and had barred down a large lump of coal when the light from his lamp foil upon something in the coal. There was about a square inch of surface exposed at the time ami with his pick lie carefully chip off the coal all around it until the cavity was fully opened, and there nestled in ttie hard coal he found a frog. Home seventeen years ago while work ing in the mines lie made a Bimilar dis covery and had then taken the frog in his hand, showing it to his brother miners and taken it home. But while it was alive and warm when he found it. it died before it had been exposed to the air half an hour. At that time a scientist had told him that if fie had en closed the frog in an air tight compart ment immediately after unearthing it the animal might have lived. When lie made his second discovery this fact at once recurred to his mind and as soon as lie had recovered from his surprise and realized what he had found, lie ran to hisdinner pail and got an air tight fruit jar in which he had brought his tea. Into this he put the frog and closed the lid tightly excluding all the air and the jar has not since bet n opened. The frog at first showed 110 signs of life, but after being in the jar about six hours it began to move and when it had been exposed to the light ten hours it was quite as lively as any modern specimen which can be found ' around the ponds in summer. Since then it lias continued to be fully wide awake and kicking and stares in won der at all who look at it In uppearance it is not very much different from an every day frog, ex cept that its back is nearly black ' and ; there are two rows of little hilly pro tuberances down eaclt side of its spine; 1 its legs also are peculiarly long and its feet ( very delicate and tender, otherwise to ] the casual eye it is like an ordinary ] specimen. Geologists admit that cases of like nit-; ture may and do exist, hut they are so very rare that the discovery of a live i animal which is thousands and thousands j of years old and which has been entomb- [ ed, with no communication with air, water or food for ages is quite an event. When HA by was Hick, we gave hor Castoria.' When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria. When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria. When sho bad Children, she gave them Castoria ICASTORIA for Infants and Children. "Caatori a Is BO well adapted to children that 1 rocommend it as superior to any prescription known to me." 11. A. AIICHER, M. D., 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "The use of 'Castoria* 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 uot keep Cuatoria within easy reach." CARLOS MARTYN, D. P.. New York City. Late Pastor Blooiningdalo Reformed Church. THE CENTADR COMPANY, 77 MOIIRAY STREET, NEW YORE. lIIIS MILIUM SYSTEM. mti \w, —Anthracite coal used cxclii- If sively, insuring cleanliness and |f comloit. ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS. I>KC. 4, 181)3. LEAVE FREELAND. 0.10,8.35,9.40, 10.41 A. M.. 12.25, 1.50, 2.40, 8.50, 4.55, 0.41, 7.12, 5.47 P. M., lor Drifton, .leddo, Lumber Yard, Stockton and lla/.loton. 0.10, 9.40 A. >l., 1.50, 8.50 I'. M„ tor Miuicli Chunk, Allentown, Bethlehem, Philn., Kaston and New York. 8.35 A. M. tor Bethlehem, Kaston and Phila delphia. 7.2(1, 10.5(5 A. M., 12 1(5, 4.50 P. M. (via Highland Branch) for White Haven, (Hen Summit, Wilkes-Barre, Pittstou and L. and ii. Junction. SUNDAY TRAINS. 11.40 A. M. and 3.45 P. M. for Drifton, Jeddo. Lumber Yard and llc/Jeton. 8.45 P. M. for Delano. Mulianny City, Shen andoah, New York and Philadelphia. ARRIVE AT FREELAND. 5.50, 7.09, 7.26, 9.18, 10.56 A. M„ 12.18,1.15,2.33, 4.50, 7.03 and 8.37 P. M. from M.t/lebm, Stock ton, Lumber Vard. Jeddo and Drilton. 7.26,9.18, 10.56 A. M., 12.Hi. 2.33, 4.50. 7.03 P. M. from Delano, Muhutioy City and Shenandoah (via New Boston Brunch). 1.15 and *.37 P. M. from New York, Kaston. Philadelphia, Bethlehem, Allentown am' Maueh Chunk. 9.18 and 10.56 A. M. from Kaston, Philadel phia, Bethlehem and Munch Chunk. 9.18, 10.41 A. M., 2.48, (1 II P. M Imm White Haven, Glen Summit, Wilkes-Barre. Pittston aud L. and B. Junction (via Highland Branch). SUNDAY TRAINS. 11.31 A. M. mid 3.31 P. M. from Hazieton. Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drilton. 11.31 A. 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