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
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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. M. from Delano, Huzlcton, Philadel
phia and Kaston.
3.31 P. M. from Pottsvi'.le and Delano.
For further information inquire of Ticket
Agents.
I. A. BWEIGAUD, Gen. Mgr.
C. G. HANCOCK, Gen. Puss Agt.
Philadelphia, Pa.
A. W. NONNEMACHEIt, Ass't G. P. A.,
South Bethlehem, Pa.
1 THE NEXT FEEL BRIQHT AND
NEW AND MY COMPLEXION 13 BETTER.
My d<x!tor sy It acts (tsnlly nn tlto stciiimrh. Ilvsr
and kidneys, andi.su plcntxiutlnxativo. Thin drink Is
made from herbs, and is prepared for uso as easily us
tea. It is called
LANE'S MEDICINE
I All druggists sell It at.'. and f 1.00 package. If
You cannot get it.nend your address for rroe sample.
I Lane's Family Medicine moves the bowels eaeh
I day. In order to bo healthy. ttilslHnecessnry. Address.
OUATOIt F. WOODWARD, LvUOV, N. Y.
HORSEMEN
ALL KNOW THAT
Wise's Harness Store
Is still here and doing busi
ness 011 the same old principle
of good goods and low prices.
" I wish I had one."
Blankets, Buffalo Bolus, liar j
ness, and in fact every
thing needed by
Horsemen.
Good workmanship and low
prices is my motto.
GEO. WISE,
Jeddo, a d No. 35 Centre St.
Advertise in
the Tribune.
Cast or i a cures Colic, Constipation,
Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Kructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di
gestion,
Without injurious medication.
" For several years I have recommended
your ' Oastoria,' ami shall always continue to
do HO as it has invariably produced bouolioiul
results."
EDWIN F. PARDEE, M. D.,
"Tlio Winthrop/' 125 th Street aud 7th Ave.,
New York City.
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