THE SILENT LAND.
Into the Silent Land!
Ah I who shall lead us thither?
Clouds in tho evening sky more darkly gather.
And shattered wrecks lie thickly on the strand.
Who leads us with a gentle hand
Thither, oh, thither.
Into the Silent Land?
Into the Silent Land!
To you, ye boundless regions
Of all perfection, tender morning visions
Of beauteous souls, the future pledge and band.
Who in life's battle firm doth stand,
fchall bear hope's tender blossoms
Into the Silent Land!
O Land! O Land!
For all the broken hearted,
The mildest herald by our fate allotted
Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand
To lead us with a gentle hand
Into the land of tho great departed.
Into the Silent Land!
—•Every Other Saturday.
THE TIIKEE SONS.
Tho house was to all appearances un
tenanted. There was not a sign of life
visible from without, but in one of the
magnificent rooms overlooking the Rue
do Vaennes sat three men anxiously
awaiting the result of tho consultation
which was then taking place to know if
there was the slightest hope not for the
recovery, but for the prolongation of the
of Gabrielle Anne Sophie,
dowager Marquis de Guebrianges, their
mother.
The oldest gentleman, the marquis,
was tall and thin. He might have been
30 years old, but his ago was difficult to
guess, his face being so utterly devoid of
expression. His few remaining hairs
did their best to disguise their scarcity,
but in spite of their well meant efforts
it was distinctly visible that this "glass
of fashion" was bald. The marquis was
a cold, heartless man, in whom none
could feol the slightest confidence; he
was egotistical to the last degree, with
no superior intelligence to palliate his
overwhelming selfishness.
The second son, Count Rene, was quite
different. Full of life, with frank blue
eyes that looked a man full in tho face
and a smile as winning and a naturo as
expansive as the marquis was reserved
and repellent, ho seemed to be of a dif
ferent race, and his restless energy and
keen intelligence had shocked the old
marchioness and driven the late Marquis
Hercule de Guerbrianges to the verge of
distraction. "Reno is quite unlike the
rest of the family," he often said, with a
sigh. "I wonder from whom he inherits
his disposition. Perhaps from your side
of the house, marchioness; certainly not
from mine."
The youngest son, the vicomte, was
just 20, but his wrinkled face and bent
figure made him look much older. He
was one of those old young men who are
so frequently met nowadays and so
painful to see, who appear to be a
growth peculiar to this end of the cen
tury.
At last the door opened, and the men
of science stepped softly across the
threshold. Tho famous specialists who
liad been summoned at tho last moment
began a long account of the case couched
in terms which, though doubtless intel
ligible to his colleagues, conveyed no
' meaning at all to the young men. At
last he came to tho point, and with
trembling voice and tearful eyes told
them to prepare for the worst. Tho old
lady was sinking rapidly. Then tho phy
sicians withdrew, and the brothers heard
the old doctor invito his comrades to the
theater in a voice which did not tremble,
and, to judge by his cheerful tones, the j
tears were very far from his eyes in
deed.
"Old hypocrite!" thought Count Rene.
The others thought nothing at all.
The three' sons entered the darkened
room and stood around tho bedside of the
dying woman.
The marquis asked her if sho was suf
fering. She shook her head. There sho
lay, just alive, and nothing more. Sho
seemed to realize what a slender hold sho
had upon life and to try and economize
her little remaining breath, for she did
not utter a word, and the blue eyes, so
like her second son's, gazed wistfully
upon her children, and two tears—the
last sho would ever shed—rolled slowly
down her withered cheeks.
What a life hers had been! Full of
the pomps and vanities of this world,
brilliant and enviable without, but in re
ality one long martyrdom. She thought
of all she had endured for her boys'sake,
of the insults, of the neglect, even bru
tality of the husband of her youth, and
she wondered as she lay therG gasping
her life away if half her punishment for
her sins had not been meted out to her
011 earth. Instinctively, in this supremo
momeut, she turned to Rene, for he was
the only one of her sens who had ever
shown her any real affection, and now
she remembered how she had always
.curbed his exuberant nature and received
his caresses coldly enough and sent him
away many a time with something very
like tears in those bright blue eyes. She
tried to extend her hand to him, but her
Btrength failed her, and tho hand fell
wearily to her side.
"Do you know us, mother?" asked tho
marquis.
A low hissing sound issued from her
jlips, and the men leaned over her to
catch, if possible, the words she was try
ing hard to frame.
The vicomte stifled a cough with his
handkerchief. The inarquie listened at
tentively, but on these two faces there
was no sign of emotion. They might
have been at the bedside of the merest
acquaintance, while Rene, poor fellow,
felt a lump rise in his throat and the
tears stream down his cheeks. This wom
an was his mother, and she was dying.
"My sons," gasped the woman. "I
know that 1 am dying, and before I go to
my last account I have a confession to
make. Don't weep, Rene; keep your tears
for a belter woman. God knows what
you will think of me when you know
all. I have been an unfaithful wife, and
one of you has no right to the name he
lu ars. It is—it is"— Here the voice
die 1 away, and she sank back among her
pi; lows.
it .v s over, and one more soul had
u >nc ' .0 the pre: mee of its Maker. The
* brothers retired softly, and once in the
t fdjoining room lootypd at each other
apart. "Which could it be!" At last
tho marquis spoke with more emotion
than he had ever shown in the whole
course of his self absorbed life.
"Death has cut short the painful reve
lation which has startled us all so terri
bly, and I aqi sure you will both agree
with me in what lam about to say. To
the dead we will pledge ourselves, and
no human being will suspect that in tho
veins of one of us flows blood perhaps
less proud than that of our mother's hus
band. Before the world wo will continue
our present relations, and in respect to
llie dead we will pledge ourselves never
to seek to elucidate this mystery. But
we must part. Each must go his own
way, for with this fearful doubt in our
minds we could never live under tho
Bame roof in harmony.
"I, Jean, am the marquis; you, Reno,
the count, and Francois the vicomte do
Guebrianges. Thus the family name will
remain intact, and tho world will never
guess our dishonor. What do you think
of my proposition?"
"I think that you are right," said Rene.
"You have expressed my own ideas ex
actly, and I am sure that Francois is of
my opinion. But there is something I
must say in spite of the pain the very
thought gives me, and I hope that you
will not be hard upon me. I believe my
mother referred to me. Listen to my
reasons."
His brothers started at his bold words,
and like the loved gentleman he w r as the
Count de Guebrianges proceeded to do
what he considered to be his duty.
"You, Jean," he continued, "are our
mother's firstborn. You came into tho
world the year after her marriage, so
you are out of the question altogether."
The marquis smiled. Of course he was
out of the question. "You, Francois,
were her pet—the one upon whom she
lavished all her love. You were born only
a few months after the death of our sis
ter Bertha, who was tho pride of my
mother's life and whom she has mourned
literally in sackcloth and ashes for so
many weary years. It would be an in
sult to my sister's memory to cast a slur
on you, while lam different. God help
me! I first saw the light in a strange
land. The late Marquis do Guebrianges
was then embassador to St. Petersburg.
My mother was very young, very beau
tiful, fascinating and sorely neglected.
Be lenient if she faltered in her duty.
She was our mother, and she is dead.
Her expiation has been long, and she
has carried part of her secret with her to
the world beyond the grave. lam con
vinced that I am the stranger, and I feel
that I am giving her the supreme proof
of ray love and respect in telling you
what I think to be the truth. Now, what
am I to do?" Tho count turned from
them and hid his face in his hands, while
his whole frame shook with the emotion
he could no longer control. It was not
for himself, but tho woman who lay dead
in tho next room liad been tho idol of his
life, and he wept that she was no more.
The marquis' voice, cold and contemptu
ous, roused him.
"My brother and I thank you for your
frankness. To the world you will al
ways remain the Count de Guebriangts,
but you must go."
"When will you leave?"
"After the funeral," said Rene in sur
prise, and looking up he met the cold,
implacable gaze of his eldest brothor.
By tacit consent they returned to the
chamber of death anil reverently knelt
beside the coucli whore tho marchioness
reposed. Suddenly they sprang to their
feet as sho slowly raised herself, and
pointing to her eldest son gasped;
"It is—it is Jean."
Then she fell heavily back. She had
only fainted before, but this time she
was dead indeed.
Rene said nothing, but his strong arms
encircled his brother's tottering form,
and in after years his true heart never
wavered in his affection for his brother,
nor in his respect and devotion for tho
dear martyr whoso last breath had been
his vindication.—From tho French of
Henri Lavedan in New York Journal.
The Commercial Traveler.
In some respects tho American com
mercial traveler is a potent influence.
He carries with him the latest city chit
chat, and if ho bo a young man perhaps
the latest slang or the newest funny
story. It has been said that a noted
American after dinner speaker depends
largely 011 that class for his humorous
stories. At all events, the commercial
traveler has studied the art of pleasing,
and he is a welcome figure at the dreary
country hotels where be pauses for a lit
tle time in his rapid flight through tho
sections remote from city influences. In
some resects 110 is an oraclo on mootod
points, and his dictum on many phases
of business or politics carries much
weight.—Boston Advertiser.
Climbing a Catlitnlral Tower.
A most peculiar custom which has
been preserved since the middle ages at
Friburgen-Brisgau is that of climbing
the cathedral tower upon the anniver
sary of the birth of the reigning Duke of
Baden. The tower is 400 feet high, and
to scale it from tho ground to the apex
is a very difficult performance, attended
with great danger. It is done by climb
ing from one projection to another, these
being on the average one foot apart. A
single false stop means death. To de
scend is also 110 easy task. Each person
who makes the climb and doscent safely
receives 5 marks from the state and a
ticket of admission to the annual dinner
given in honor of that day.—Chicago
Tribune.
Doing Anything.
A sharp boy struck a Jefferson aveuuo
merchant the other morning for a job.
"So you want to be an office boy, eh?"
queried the merchant good naturedly.
"Yes sir."
"What can you do?"
"Anything."
"That's the same old answer," said the
merchant. "Do you expect to get paid
for doing anything?"
"You bet I do," snapped the boy.
"You don't expect me to do anything
without pay, do you? That's what the
other man expected, and I got out."
The hoy took the job.—Detroit Free
Press.
PHYSIOGNOMY.
Coarse hair always indicates coarse or
ganization.
Very full cheeks indicate groat digest
ive powers.
' A projecting under lip shows malig
nity and avarice.
A small mouth, with nose and nostril
also small, shows indecision and coward
ice.
A long, thick chin is commonly found
only in persons of low mental organiza
tion.
A round, bullet head shows obstinacy,
often combined with many petty mean
nesses.
A mouth that, when viewed in profile,
turns up in a curve when smiling is a
sign of frivolity.
A small head does not necessarily
mean little wit, the old adage to the con
trary notwithstanding.
A forehead rounded at the upper tem
ples indicates largo imagination, mirth
fulness and good nature.
When the under part of the face, from
the nose downward, is less than a third
of the whole face, the indication is of
stupidity.
Prominent, arched eyebrows show
great powers of perception in regard to
form and color. All great painters had
such brows.
Finely arched foreheads are often seen
on stupid persons. The deficiency is
generally apparent in the scantiness of
the eyebrows.
Strongly projecting foreheads, which,
in the upper part retreat to a marked
degree, associated with a long under face,
are certain indications of folly.
Men of marked ability in any line have
usually one deep, perpendicular wrinkle
in the middle of the forehead, with one
or two parallel to it 011 each side.
Whenever, in laughing, three parallel
curves are formed in the cheeks round
the corners of the mouth, the indication
is of silliness and stupidity.—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
ODDS AND ENDS.
St. Louis has an electric street railway
mail car. No passengers are taken. Mail
clerks sort the mail as they ride.
California is greater in area than all
the New England states, New York, New
Jersey, Delaware and Maryland com
bined.
Tliero are 27,000 places for the sale of
liquor in Paris, and throughout the re
public there is one saloon for every 87
people.
The Lanquedoc ship canal in France,
by a short passage of 148 miles, saves a
sea voyage of 2,000 miles by the straits of
Gibraltar.
A London confectioner says that he is
sometimes called 011 to furnish wedding
cakes weighing 1,000 pounds each and
puddings of a size sufficient for 500
hearty appetites.
The Chinese are shown by statistics to
be longer lived than any other nation,
which fact is attributed to their abstem
ious habits and their remarkable free
dom from phthisis, or pulmonary con
sumption.
To guard against poisoning, a law has
been passed in Germany that all drugs
intended for internal use must be put in
round bottles, and those which are only
used externally must bo placed in hex
agonal bottles.
FASHION'S FANCIES.
Buttons to match accompany many
of the new gimps and galloons for trim
ming coats and costumes.
The boat shaped hat in felt, with a col
ored cloth crown and ostrich tips, is one
of the successes of the season.
The empire round waist, with belt
fastened at the side by a buckle or ro
sette, is growing in popularity.
The openings of gowns are more deftly
concealed than over before. A close and
thorough search of some corsages fails to
disclose tho fastenings.
Velvet ribb< 1 galloons in both
wide and nan lis are in great use
for skirt bon.v reach to the kness
from the lieni i. x d for decorating the
corsages of directoire gowns.
Bias cut double ruches of velvet, gath
ered with heavy buttonhole twist twice
through the center, trim the skirt hems,
neck, front and wrists of fine wool, satin
striped and plain or figured bengaline
gowns.
Worth is dressing all his devotees in
empire stylo or that of Louis XV. Dou
cet favors the quaint garb of 1880. La
ferner's customers are being dressed in
Henry II period costumes, and Morin-
Blossier favors Louis XIV and directoire
suits.
AROUND THE THRONES.
Tho sultan of Joharo has $10,000,000
in jewels.
Queen Victoria was made colonel of a
Prussian regiment of dragoons in 1889.
Tho German empress, who is a clever
artist all around, is particularly success
ful with water colors.
Carmen Sylva is a rapid worker, writ
ing quickly with a fountain pen and tear
ing off the finished sheets from the pad
with almost feverish eagerness.
Tho czar's son, Grand Duke George,
has established a new astronomical ob
servatory at Abastouman in Tiflis. A
9-incli refractor has boon mounted 1,893
feet above the sea.
Bayaget I of Turkey was defeated and
taken prisoner by Tamerlane, who locked
him in an iron cage and carried him to
and fro on various expeditions, finally
putting him to death with circumstances
of extreme cruelty.
A Daring Woman In Thibet.
Amateur photography is not in high
favor in Thibet. The residents of Tar
chendo were lately thrown into a great
state of excitement by the arrival of a
European woman with a camera. She
made her appearance riding down the
dirty, narrow, winding main street astride
a diminutive pony, followed by her cav
aliers clad in flannels and straw hats and
seated on sorry mules.
When she came to an imposing look
ing building, the town house of the su
perintendent, she dismounted and tried
to set up her camera, but in vain. The
crowd so harassed her that she found it
impossible!- Then she endeavored to in
duce somo native priests to have their
portraits taken. But the very idea ter
rified them, for they are the most ab
jectly superstitious people in the world,
and taking their picture means to their
minds robbing them of their souls.
But the artist's ambition had been fired
by the knowledge that two years before
an Englishman visiting the country had
failed to take a single photograph, al
though he had made several attempts.
At length she got licr stand fixed in a
corner of the courtyard, and her com
panions having driven off the rabble she
managed to eccuro a good view of the
Buddhist temple. As she was moving
off half a dozen fierce Thibetan dogs, let
loose meanwhile, rushed up, seized her
stUff with their teeth, wrested it away
from her, and she was only saved from
further molestation I>y her companions,
who succeeded in keeping the dogs at
bay and escorting her through the gate
way. The scowling priests stood round
like statues, draped in their crimson
scarfs, and never moved a finger to call
the dogs off or render assistance. —Buf-
falo News.
St. Peter ami the lioHton Woman.
This is a story that was once told to
St. Peter by a woman sitting outside his
gate. He had objected to her ontering,
although she had answered most of his
questions straightforwardly nnd satis
factorily enough. "I do not like," said
St. Peter, surveying her critically, as
doubtless was his duty under the cir
cumstances, "I do not like that fretful
pucker between tho brows. I do not
liko that deep graved 'lino of mockery'
that nms crescent wise from the nostril
to the lips. Such lines are not popular
over there," with a gesturo toward tho
shining gate. "As a rule, we suggest
to their owners a temporary sojourn
where—well, where it's warm enough to
insure their inciting out, so to speak,"
said St. Peter politely.
The woman smiled wanly. "I know
as well as you do," said she, "that thoso
lines mean impatience auil fretfulness
and ill temper and much unloveliness of
tho sort that is not welcome beyond the
white gate. But what I want to know is,
Aro we judged by the lines alone, regard
less of how we came by them? po we
all fare alike—those of us who aro born
fretful, who achieve fretfulness or who
have fretfulness thrust upon thcmV" St.
Peter resignedly settled himsolf for a col
loquy. "This comos," ho murmured re
sentfully under his breath, "of tho high
er education of women! When they
wero kept in their plucoH in tho lower
world, they went to their places in this
without boring a saint with argument!"
—Boston Commonwealth.
Where Women Often Fall.
Tho private individual and the public
official aro two separate and distinct in
dividuals. Tho woman who stands upon
the platform, or who speaks from tho
floor of a convention, is tho representa
tive of a principlo or an idea, and she is
nothing more. It is of paramount im
portance to her audionce and to the pre
siding officer that her enunciation should
bo distinct; that her views ho strongly,
clearly and concisely presented; that her
rhetoric and her grammar should attain
tho highest standard of established usage.
But her private idiosyncrasies, her
physical infirmities, her tending to emo
tion or hysteria, hear no rightful place
or consideration in any piiaso of tho
proceedings of a deliberative body. It
is not worth while to resort to spectacu
lar effects or melodramatic methods for
tho purpose of emphasizing and making
apparent distinctions of sex. No will
bred, well dressed woman who speaks
aud conducts herself with dignity and
modesty will ever bo mistaken for other
thau she is.—Chicago Inter Ocean.
Musical Living Cheat*.
A recent musical living chess tourna
ment showed the kings and queens in
gorgeous costumes—exact reproductions
of the Tudor period. Tho kings were in
crimson satin and gold and white and
gold respectively, with gold crowns and
scepters. The queens wore petticoats of
gold brocade with court trains of white
and of crimson. The bishops wero in
white and red satin, with long copes and
miters and bishop's crooks. The castles
and pawns were in similar style, crimson
and white with gold and silver caps.
As a spectaclo living chess is more at
tractive than living whist, the intricacies
of the latter game not being so amenable
to representation as those of the former.
Slow, stately movement to minuet music
is permissible at tho chess delineations,
making a succession of beautiful ta
bleaux entirely intelligible to the prog
ress of the game. Actually to follow the
play at a living whist game would take
tho skill of Hoyle, Pole and Cavendish
combined.—Her Point of View in New
York Times.
Bound to Come.
Among the important subjects that
will come before the Massachusetts leg
islature is municipal suffrage for wom
en. This is one of the measures about
which the public mind is undergoing
some, as yet, unregistered changes of
opinion. Women read the newspapers.
They are in .11 the schools, in the col
leges as students, as professors, as col
lege presidents. They carry on business
to an extent undreamed of 20 years ago.
They aro in all the professions. They
form an intelligent portion of tho com
munity. There is no reason why they
should not bavo municipal suffrage, and
every reason why they should.—Boston
Transcript.
GEMS IN VERSE.
A Listening; Itird.
i A Utile bird sat on an apple tree,
Ami lie was as hoarse as bourse could be;
i Ho pruned, and he prinked, and lie raffled his
throat,
! Hut from it there floated no silvery note.
"Not a song can I sing," sighed he, sighed he;
"Not a song can I sing." sighed ho.
j In tremulous showers the apple tree shed
Its pinlc and white blossoms on his head;
The gay sun shone, and, like jubilant words.
He heard tho gay song of a thousand birds*
"All tho others can sing," he dolefully said;
"All the others can ting," ho said.
So he sat, and he drooped. But as far and wide
The music was borne on tho air's warm tide
A sudden thought came to the sad little bird.
And he lifted his head as within him it stirred.
"If I cannot sing I can listen," ho cried;
"Ho! ho! 1 can listen!"' he cried.
- Julia C. R. Dorr.
Sending in a Card.
Say what ye will o' city ways, they ain't tho
kind for me.
I found that out the time I went a-visltin tersee
My soil, who's doin bizuess in a block about the
size
O' the Alleghany mountains—er I can't believe
my eyes.
I thought I wouldn't write him I was comin,
hut I'd make
The trip all uuhekuownst tor him, an walk right
in an take
Him unawares, because I knowed surprise 'd
make the Joy
Lots greater to him when I stood right there
before the hoy.
An when I stepped Inside tho door, expectin
t here to see
My own dear son, a little offlco kid stepped up
ter me.
An when 1 said I'd see Sieve Jones ho said ter
mo, "Old pard,
You can't see Mr. Jones until you've sent him
in your card."
Jehosopliatl hut I was mad an said ter him:
"My chil',
I'd liko ter tuko ye 'cross my kneo an tan ye
for awhile.
If Stephen Jones Is in this place you trot him
out," said I.
"This thing of sendin in ycr card don't fit 3*er
Uncle Cy."
At that sopio other fellers all commenced
a-actin queer.
An one laid down his pen an said, "My lords,
what have we hero?"
In Just crbout a mlnnlt I'd a-tliraahed the
saucy pup
Had not my son come In Jest then an cleared
tho matter up.
The Stream of Life.
Like a small streamlet on a mountain side,
A white thread glancing in the summer sun.
Lightly down leaping with a Joyous spring,
So passes happy childhood's playful hour.
Next, through green dells and 'neath o'ershad
owing crugs
The growing stream with heedless flow winds
on;
Now gladly lingering round some glowing islo
That smiles with heavenly beauty and allures
With promises of porpetual delights;
Now fiercely dashing down some rough cas
cade.
Where rushing waters split on hostile rocks.
Spouting aloft the iridescent spray
Drifted in sunless clefts by swaying winds.
So pass tho years of youth. Our riper ago
Is like the broadened river's stately march,
Whose current slackens, yet admits no pause,
But passes licld and coppice, tower nnd town,
Not wholly 'scaping from defiling stains.
Yet toiling onward restlessly. Adown
Its smooth yet ever sliding stream we haste.
Nor mark the progress of it 3 quiet speed,
Till, faster rut hing as it nears the end,
It sweeps us onward in resistless courso
Through tho torn rapids of disease and pain.
Till, plunging down the cataract of death.
Wo glide into a vast and unknown space—
The boundless ocean of eternity.
—Walter W. Skcat.
A Miracle of Love.
I knew a man who seemed a soulless thing,
A hopeless plodder in a dreary way,
Careful In nothing, save that day by day
His humblo task its small reward might bring.
His world was girdled by a narrow ring
Of common duties, knowing not the sway
Of pains and pleasures moving liner clay.
So dull content reigned ka his chosen king.
But one day Love came knocking at his heart.
With mighty passion, fearing not defeat.
And, like u man awakened out of sleep.
Ho felt now life through all his being start—
A noble impulse, new, and strangely sweet—
Aud walked whore stars in mighty orbits
sweep.
—George E. Day.
A Waste of Time.
You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot
make him drink;
You can send a fool to college, hut you cannot
make him think;
You may keep your daughter strumming from
morn till afternoon,
But you can't make her a player if she hasn't
any tune.
You can never make a farmer of a boy who
loves the sea,
Though you may make him plow and plant and
whoa and haw and gco.
It's no use to swear and bluster because your
only son
Prefers the girl he met in tho car to your se
lected one;
You might as well switch off that track, for
love is lord of pelf,
And besides it's more than likely that you know
how 'tis yourself.
You cannot change the rooster's strut nor make
(be layers crow.
Though you may honestly believe it would be
better so.
You cannot make a parson of tho stagestruck
Borneo lad,
And if you ever do succeed you'll wish you
never hail.
There is only one thing meaner, and that's to
have to see
The name of your neighbor's numskull finished
with M. L>.
But all these things,•and more besides, we may
expect to bear,
Until the numskull kills us and the Romeo says
the prayer.
Much Is Required.
Tis wisdom's law, the perfect code,
By love inspired,
Of him on whom much is bestowed
Is much required;
The tuneful throat is bid to sing;
The oak must reign the forest's king;
The rushing stream the wheel must move;
Tho tempered steel its strength must
prove;
'Tis given with the eagle's eyes
To face tho midday skies.
If I am weak and you are st rong,
Why then, why then
To you tho braver deeds belong!
And so again,
If you have gifts and I have none,
If I have shade and you have sun,
Tis yours with freer hand to give,
'Tis yours with truer grace to live,
Than I who, giftless, sunless, stand
With barren life and hand.
—Carlotta Perry.
To a Grlzxly ltear.
Oin (ruardlan of the early days,
How do tho changes seem to thee,
Whan, from the peaks where thou didst flee
For safoty, thou canst look and see
This land, thy home, transformed? Tell me,
Canst thou, within thy haunted forests wild,
Fe*l naught of pride In this fair western child?
—California Magazine.
Ist there be thistles-there are grapes;
It old things, thcro are now!
Tea thousand broken lights and shapes,
Yt glimpses of tho true.
—Tennyson.
CASTOR IA
for Infantg and Children.
"Caatoria is so well adapted to children that
I recommend it on superior to any prescription
known to me." 11. A. ARCHER, M. D.,
11l 80. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
"The use of 'Castoria 1 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 Custoria
within easy reach."
CARLOS MARTYN, D. I).,
New York City.
Late Pastor Blooiniugdale Reformed Church.
THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK.
HUB lAILIDAI SYSTEM. I
r.KIIIGII VALLEY
DIVISION.
I Anthracite coal used exchi-
I| eively, insuring cleanliness uud j
|f coralort.
ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS.
DEC. 4, IHO2.
LEAVE FREELAND.
0.10, fi.35, 9.40, 10.41 A. M., 12.25, 1.50, 2.43, 3.50, 1
4.55, 0.41, 7.12, s. 17 P. M., for Drifton, Jeddo, |
Lumber Yard, Stockton and Hnzlctou.
0.10, 0.40 A. M., 1.50, 3.50 P. M., for Mauch
Chunk, Allentown, Bethlehem, Pliila., Huston |
and New York.
8.35 A. M. for Bethlehem, Easton and Phila
delphia.
7.20, 10.50 A. M.. 12.10, 4.50 P. M. (via Highland
Branch) for White llaven, (Hen Summit,
Wilkes- Barre, Pitts ton and L. and B. Junction.
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11.40 A. M. and 3.45 P. M. lor Drifton, Jeddo.
Lumber \ aid and iia/.leton.
3.45 P. M. for Delano, Mahanoy City, Shen
andoah, New York and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND.
5.50, 7.00, 7.20, n.IX, 10.50 A. M., 12.10,1.15,2.33,
4.50, 7.(11 and 8.37 P. M. from lla/leton, Stock
ton, Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drifton.
7.20,11.18, 10.50 A. M., 12.10, 2.33, 4.50, 7.03 P. M.
from Delano, Mtduinoy City and Shenandoah
(via New Boston Branch).
1.15 and *.37 P. M. from New York, Easton.
Philadelphia, Bethlehem, Allentown and
Mauch Chunk.
9.18 and 10.50 A. M. from Easton, Philadel
phia, Bethlehem and Mauch Chunk.
9.18, 10.41 A. M„ 2.43, li ! P. M. from White
Haven, Glen Summit, Wilkes-Barre, l'ittston
and L. and B. Junction (via Highland Branch).
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11.31 A. M. and 3.31 P. M. from Hazleton.
Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drifton.
11.31 A. M. from Delano, iia/.leton, Philadel
phia and Easton.
8.31 P. M. from Pottsvllle and Delano.
For further information Inquire of Ticket
Agents.
I. A. SWEIGAUD, Gen. Mgr.
C. G. HANCOCK, Gen. Pass. Agt.
Philadelphia, Pa.
A. W. NONNEMACHEtt, Ass't G. P. A.,
South Bethlehem. Pa.
THE NEXT "MORNING I FEEL BRIGHT AND
NEW AND MY COMPLEXION IS BETTER.
My doctor wiya It acta gently on tho stomach, livor
and kidneys, nudisu pleasant laxative. This drink is
made from herbs, ami Is prepared for ÜBO as easily as
lea. It U called
LAHE'S MEDICINE
All druggist s selHt at flOo. ami f 1.00 a Package. If
You cannot got it.aend your add ret*t forrreo sample.
LUDC'N Fumlly MIMIIi ltie miivr* the tnwi l. rurb
4uy. In order to be healthy, tli tola nectumnry. Adiln.su,
OUATUU V. WOODWARD, L.ItOY.N. Y.
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 : HOODS.
Blankets, Buffalo Robes, Har- i
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.
Custoria cures Colic, Constipation,
Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Eructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di
gestion.
Without injurious medication.
" For several years I have recommended
your • Castoria, 1 and shall Always continue to
uo so as it has invariably produced beneficial
results."
EDWIN F. PARDEE, M. D.,
"The Winthrop," I:lsth Street and 7th Ave.,
New York City.
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