FREELAND TRIBUNE. PUBLISHED EVEHY MONDAY AND THURSDAY. TIJLO*?. A. BUCKLEY, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. SUBSCRIPTION KATES. One Year 5 1 Six Months Four Months ,r^ Two Mouths Subscribers are requested to observe the date following- the name on the labels of their papers. Jly referring to this they can tell at u glance how they stand on the books in this office. For instance: i G rover Cleveland 28JuneW means that Grover is paid up to June 28,1814. j Keep the figures In advance of the present date. | lteport promptly to this oillce when your paper j is not received. All arrearages must be paid when paper is discontinued, or collection will be made in the manner provided by law. A blue "X" on the paper is a reminder that your 1 subscription is due. DEMOCRATIC TICKET. STATE. Judge of Supreme Court, Samuel G. Thompson Philadelphia Treasurer, Frank C. Osbourn Allegheny COUNTY. Treasurer, Roger McGarry Wilkes-lJurre ltegister of Wills, Stanley Davenport Plymouth Controller, James W. Kay White Haven Commissioners, Thomas M. Dullard Wilkes-Barrr Thomas McGraw Reach Haven Auditors, W. E. Bennett Wilkes-Ham John F. Neary Pittston FREELAND, PA., OCTOBER 5, 1893. At the crematory at French Pond, L. 1., 1010 corpses have been burned —OSO men, 270 women, 53 boys and 35 girls. Of these persons 510 were Germans, 335 native Americans, 34 English, and rest from other coun tries. There are fifteen crematories in the United States. The Brunswick, Ga., Times-Adeer-, User is issued every day as usual dur ing the yellow fever scourge. The men in that office are standing brave ly at their posts, and doing faithful work under the most adverse circum stances. Their reward—like that of all editors —will be hereafter.—Atlan ta Constitution. The old swindle of offering to sell steel engravings representing differ ent events in the discovery of America by Columbus for a given sum of money has been flourishing recently in Toledo, O. The dupes receive in return for their cash a series of Columbian postage stamps. fcSucb an object lesson should be worth its cost to tho victims of their own cupidity. The Republican Leagures at Read ing were afraid to pass a resolution directly censuring Senator CemeroD for spitting on the platforms of the party, state and national, although thoy ventured in a spiritless way to reindorse the platforms notwithstand ing their defilement. The Leaguers ought to change their name to some thing more befitting partisans who dare not avow their opinions nor live up to their own standard of political action.—J'/i dadelphia liccord. The British government may aban don the use of gunpowder in favor of cordite, a substance which is now prepared at the government works. It consists of nitro glycerine, gun coiton and mineral jelly. It gives greater velocity than does gunpowder, with less strain on the gun. At the Royal gun factories they are making large guns which fire so rapidly as to keep five or six shots in the air at once, and which carry shot over Mont Blanc and 5,000 feet above it. Germany has tried railroads on three plans, viz.: Private ownership and conduct of road and outfit, pri vate conduct and ownership of outfit and government ownership of track, and government ownership and con duct of the whole. The last was found to work the best, and there are now none but entire government roads in Germany. It is no use fool ing with anything short of that in the United States, or any other coun try where the government is really for the people. In the Philadelphia I'ress of a re cent date appeared the following brief communication: To the Editor of the I'rm. SIR:—I have just returned from a trip west during which I visited many large manufacturing establishments and was impressed with the following signs at the main door which I frequently met. "No admittance." "No help wanted." Ilazleton, September 28, 1893. 11. "H" had no cause to bo impressed with theso signs. They always follow the path of their creator, "Protection," and, like the poor and the unemploy ed, will be with us and grow more numerous every day until banished by free trade and a readjustment of the land laws. When Baby was sick, wo garo her Castoria.' When iho was a Child, she cried for Castoria. When she became Miss, sho clung to Castoria. Whan she had Children, she gave them Caatoria. I have, as everyone knows, devoted my entire life to Egyptian archeology. I should be ungrateful to my country, to science, and to myself if I regretted having been led to the path which I have followed for forty years. My works have not been sterile. I can say without conceit that my "Memoir on the Handle of an Egyptian Mirror in the Museum of the Louvre" can still be consulted with profit, although its writing dates from my debut in sci- I cnce. As for the somewhat volumi nous work that 1 have lately consecra ted to one of the bronze weights found In 1851 in the excavations at Serapeon, I should be ungrateful not to think well of it, since it opened to mo the doors of the Institute. Encouraged by the flattering recep tion that my researches in this direc tion have received from my new col leagues, I was tempted for u moment to undertake a life work upon the weights and measures in use in Alex andria in the reign of Ptolemy Aulete, i>0 —52, B. C.). Hut I soon recognized that such u general subject could not ie treated by a true scholar, and that serious science could not approach the subject without risk of involving itself .n all sorts of adventures. 1 felt that in considering several subjects at the same time there was danger of wander ing away from tho fundamental prin ciples of archieology. My third work, I hasten to say, was wisely conceived. It was an essay en titled 4 T)n the Toilette of an Egyptian Woman of the Middle Empire, from an Unpublished Painting." I did not in troduce a single general idea. I kept close to my subject I kept myself from those considerations, from those Illustrations and those points of view IF I BHE WAS TAKING NOTES. by which certain of my colleagues ruin the explanation of the most beautiful discoveries. Why should so sound a work have such a strange destiny? Hy what turn of fate did it become the jause of the most monstrous disorders of my mind? Hut let us not anticipate events or confuse dates. My essay was to bo read at a public meeting of the Gvc ucademies, an honor much more precious because rarely bestowed on productions of such a character. Tlies > Academical reunions during the last few years have been largely attende i by fashionable people. On the day of my reading tho large room was filled with a brilliant crowd. Among the audience were many ladies. Pretty faces and rich toilettes shone in the rows of scats. My reading was listened to with respect. It was not interrupted by those thoughtless and noisy manifestations that literary work jften provokes. No; the audience maintained an attitude quite in har mony with the essay presented to them. It was serious and grave. In order to separate the thoughts, 1 paused between the phrases, and so had leisure to examine attentively over my spectacles the entire audience. I 2an say that no trace of smiles was to be detected on the face of any one! The freshest faces took on an austere ex pression. It seemed that by enchant ment 1 had caused all these minds to mature. Here and there while 1 read, young people whispered in the cars of their neighbors. Without doubt they discussed some special point of'my es say. But better still! A young lady of twenty-two or twenty-four years of age, seated in an angle of the north row of seats, not only listened atten tively, but took notes as well. Her faco presented a delicacy of feature aud a nobility of expression which were truly remarkable. The attention that she gave to my words added a charm to her strange face. She was not alone. A tall, robust man, wear ing, like the Assyrian kings, a long curling black beard and long black hair, was seuted by her, and from time to time addressed her a few words in a low tone of voice. My attention, which at first was divided among my audience, gradually concentrated itself upon this young woman. She inspired me with an interest that certain of my col leagues would consider unworthy of a scientific mind, liut lam sure, in the same situation, they would not have been more indifferent than I. As 1 spoke, she scribbled in a little note book; plainly she experienced while listening to me the most contrary emotions, from contentment and joy even to surprise and uneasiness. I ex amined her with a growing curiosity. Would to God J had never seen hei save that day under the cupola! 1 had nearly finished; there only re tnuined twenty-five or thirty pagres, at the most, to read, when my eyes sud denly met those of the man with the Assyrian beard. How can I explain what then took place, when I do not myself understand it? All that I can say is, that the look of this person caused me at once the most inconceivable un easiness. The balls of those eyes which regarded me were fixed and greenish. 1 could not turn away from them. I remained mute, with my head thrown back. As I stopped speaking, there was applause. Silence being re-estab lished, 1 wished to continue my read ing. Hut in spite of the most violent efforts, I could not tear my eyes away from the two living lights on which they were mysteriously riveted. That was not all. Hy a phenomenon still more inconceivable I, contrary to the habit of my entire life, commenced an improvisation. Heaven knows that it was wholly involuntary! Under the influence of a strange force, unknown, irresistable, I recited with elegance and warmth a philosophical disserta tion on the toilette of women in differ ent centuries. The man with the Assyrian beard lid not cease looking at me fixedly while 1 spoke. Finally I dropped my iyes and was silent It grieves me*to add that these last words, as much a stranger to my own inspiration as con trary to scientific facts, were received with enthusiastic applause. The young lady in the north row of seats ap plauded with her hands and smiled. 1 was followed by a member of the French academy, who was plainly not pleased to be obliged to speak after ine. His fears were perhaps exagger ated. The essay which lie read was listened to with no great impatience. I believe that it was written in verse. The meeting ended. I left the hall in company with several of my con freres, who renewed their congratula tions with a sincerity in which 1 wished to believe. Stopping a moment on the quay near the lions of Creuzot to shake hands with my friends, I saw the man with the Assyrian beard and his beautiful companion enter a brougham. Hy ihance I was at that moment by the side of an eloquent philosopher, who was said to be as well versed in worldly •leg-ancles as in cosmic theories. The zoung woman, putting her delicate lead out of the carriage window, and •caching her hand toward him, called lim by name and said with a slight English accent: 4 'Dear friend, you forget ine. That s not kind." As the brougham moved on, I asked ny illustrious confrere who this •harming young lady and her compan ion were. "What!" he replied. ,4 You do not enow Miss Morgan and her physician . )aoud, who treats all maladies by nagnetism, hypnotism and suggestion? Annie Morgan is the daughter of the richest merchant in Chicago. fche 'aine to Paris with her mother two -/ears ago. She has had a marvelous louse built on the Avenue de L'lmper itrice. She is well educated and has a wonderful mind." "You do not surprise me," I an wered. 44 1 already had some reason ;o believe that this American young ady has a very serious mind." My brilliant friend smiled as he pressed my hand. I continued my way on foot to the street St. Jacques, where, during thirty years 1 have lived in a modest aouse, from the roof of which can be icen the tops of the trees of the Lux .wnbourg. 1 entered my house and seated myself at once at my writing able. I remained there three days working issiduously, seated opposite a statu ette rcpsesenting' the goddess Pacht with her cat's head. This little figure .ius an inscription not correctly under stood by M. Grebault I have pre pared an excellent article on this in -cription, with a commentary. My ad venture at the institute left a less .ively impression upon me than I could have hoped for. I was not very much troubled. To tell the truth, I had even almost forgotten it, and new experien ces were necessary to recall it to me. I had then leisure to continue my es say and commentary. I interrupted my archiuological work only to read the newspapers, which were filled lufw 7 m - I TURNED AND PAW A MARVKJOUB CREATURE, with my praises. Even those papers without any claim to a literary char acter spoke with praise of the "charm ing fragment" which terminated my essay. "It is a revelation," they said, 44 and M. Pigeonneau has given us a most agreeable surprise." I do not know why I repeat such bagatelles, for I am quite indifferent to what may be said of me in the press. Now I had been shut up in my writ ing room for three days when the ring ing of my door-bell startled me. There was something imperious, fantastic, and unknown communicated to the wire by the pulling of the knob, which troubled me, and it was with real an xiety that 1 went to the door in person. Whom did I find on the landing place? The young American who was so at tentive to the reading of in y essay, Miss Morgan, in person. "Monsieur I'igeonneau?" I 4 'l am he." "I know you well, although you no longer wear your beautiful coat with the green pal ma. But, I beg, do not put it on for me. I like you much bet ter in your dressing gown." I invited her into my work-room. She cast a curious glance on the papyri, the prints and pictures of all kinds which covered the walls to the ceiling. Then she looked for some time at the god dess Pacht which was on my table. At last: "She is charming," she said. "You are speaking of this little statue? It has indeed a rather curious inscription. But may I inquire to what circumstance I am indebted for this visit?" "Oh!" she replied, "I do not trouble myself with the particulars of an in scription. She has a cat's face of an exquisite delicaqy. You believe that she is a true goddess, do you not Monsieur Pigeonncau?" I defended myself against such an in jurious suspicion. "Such a belief," said I, "would be fetishism." She turned her large green eyes on me with surprise. "Ah! You are not a fetich. I did not believe one could bo an archmologist without being a fetich. How can Pacht interest you if you do not believe that she is a goddess? But never mind that I have come to see you, Monsieur Pigeonneau, with regard to a very im portant affair." "Very important?" "Yes. With regard to a costume. Look at me." "With pleasure." "Do you not find that iny profile has certain characteristics of the Egyptian race?" I did not know how to reply. Such a conversation was quite outside of my line. She continued: "Oh! It is not astonishing. I re member having been an Egyptian. And you, Monsieur Pigeonneau, were you also formerly an Egyptian? You do not remember? It is strange. You do not disbelieve, at least, that we pass through a series of successive incarna tions?" "I do not know, Mademoiselle." "You surprise mo, Monsieur Pigeon neau." "Would you kindly tell me to what I owe the honor " "I beg your pardon, I have not yet told you that I have come come to beg you to aid me to compose an Egyptian costume for the costume-ball at the house of Countess N ■. I wish to have a costume perfectly correct and of a stupefying beauty. I have already worked a great deal over it I have consulted my recollections, for I can very well recall having lived at Thebes six thousand years ago. I have had designs mude in London and New York." 'That is the surest way." "No, nothing is surer than an inner revelation. I have also studied the Egyptian museum at the Louvre. It is full of the most ravishing things. Of forms slender and pure, of profiles with the most delicate lines, of women who look like flowers, and have an in describable stiffness and suppleness at the same time. And a goddess who re sembles M. Sarcey! Oh! you have no idea how beautiful they are!" "My dear young lady, I do not yet know M • "That is not all. I went to hear your essay on the toilette of a woman of the middle empire, and took notes. Your article was a little difficult to un derstand, but I worked hurd. From all these documents, 1 have composed a costume. It is not yet just right 1 have come to beg you to correct it Come to my house to-morrow, please. Do that for the love of Egypt. It is understood? To-morrow! lam going now. Mamma is v aiting for me in the carriage." While pronouncing these last words, she flitted away, I followed her. When , I reached the ante-chamber, she was already at the foot of the stairs, from whence 1 heard her clear voice crying: 'To-morrow! Avenue llois-deßou logne. At the corner of the Villa Said." "I will not go to this crazy woman's house," 1 said to my self. The next day at four I rang the bell at her door. A servant showed me into an immense glass hall filled with pictures aud statues of ra.irblo and bronze: sedan chairs filled with porce lains; Peruvian mummies; a dozen forms of men and horses covered with armor that harmonized with their tall figures; a Polish cavalier, on whose back were fastened white wings; and a French cavalier in a tourney costume. A perfect forest of palms stood about the hal!. In the centre of the room was seated a gigantic goldon Buddha. At the foot of tiie Cod. an old woman poorly clad was rcuding a Bible. I was still dazzled by so many inarveis, when Miss Morgau, raising a purple cloth portieiv, appeared to me. She wore a white gown, Vordered with swan's down. She advanced toward mo. Two immense Danish dogs, with loug muz zles, followed her. "I knew perfectly well that you would eorae, Monsieur Pigeonneau." 1 stammered a compliment "How could one refuse so charming a person?" "Oh! it is not because I am pretty that nothing is refused ine. liut be cause I have sccrels wnich cause oth ers to obey me." Then turning toward the old lady reading the Bible, she said: "Pay no attention to her; it is Mamma. If you spoke to her, she would not answer. She belongs to a religious sect which forbids needless words. It is the last novelty among the sects. The believers dress them selves in sacking, und eat out of wooden porringers. Mamma amuses herself very much with these practices. But you know I have not invited you here to talk of Mamma. I am going to put on my Egyptian costume. It will not take long. While waiting, look at some of these little things." She made me sit down before a cabi net which contained the coflin of a mummy, several statues of the middle Empire and some fragments of a beau tiful funeral ritual. Alone. I exam ined this papyrus with even more in terest because on it 1 saw a name which 1 had seen before on a seal. It was the name of a scribe of the time of Seti the First. I commenced at once to build vari ous interesting theories from the doc uments I had been plunged in this work for some time, just how long I do not know, when I was warned by a sort of instinct that some one was be hind me. I turned and saw a marvel ous creature, her hair confined in a golden net, and dressed in a narrow, sheath-like gown, all white, which re vealed the adorable and youthful lines of her figure Over this sheath fell a light, rose-colored tunic, fastened at the waist by a band of precious stones, the ends falling wide apart and form ing symmetrical folds in the gown. The arms and feet were bare, the fingers and toes being covered with rings. She stood facing me, turning her hoad toward her right shoulder, in an attitude which gave an almost inde scribable divinity to her beauty. "What!" I cried. "It is you. Miss Morgan?" "If it is not Neferou-ra in person. You know the Neferou-ra of Leconto de Lisle, the Beauty of the Sun? "' Voici qu* elle luutruit aur son lit virg i nal, Tros pule, enveloppee avec des flues tollcfl.' But you do not know! You do not know poetry. Poetry, however, is very pretty! Come to work." Having mastered my emotion, I made some remarks to this ravishing crea ture on her costume. I ventured to ~"T <-.***'• -r WHERK ARE YOU GOING, UNCLE? lisputc several details which were not it an archaeological exactitude. I pro posed replacing the setting of the rings with certain stones more common n that age. Finally, I decidedly op posed the wearing of an agraffe of Cloisone enameL In truth, this orn ament was an odious anachronism. We decided to substitute for it a gold plaque, with precious stones inserted in small cells. She listened to me with extreme do cility, and was so well pleased that she wished me to dine with her. I ex cused myself, pleading the regularity of my habits and the frugality of my regime as an excuse, and took leave of her. I was in the ante-cliamber when she called after me: "Wait a moment. Is my costume striking enough? I must make all the other women jealous." I was shocked atsuch a thought, but turning toward her again, I fell under her charm. She called me back. "Monsieur Pigeonneau, you are so amiable! Write a little story for me, and Ishall likcyou so very, very much." "I do not know how," 1 answered. She shrugged her beautiful shoulders and cried: "Of whs use then is silence to us it it does not serve as a bai.ts for stories? You will write me a story, Monsieur Pigeonneau?" Thinking it useless to renew my ab solute refusal, I withdrew without re plying. I met at the door the man with the Assyrian beard, Dr. Daoud, whose look had so troubled me under the dome of the institute. He seemed to me a most vulgar man, and the meeting with him was absolutely painful to me. The ball of Countess N took place fifteen days after my visit I was not surprised to read in the papers that the beautiful Miss Morgan had made a sensation in the costume of Nefor oura. I heard nothing of her during the year 1886; but the first day of the new year, as I was writing in my room, a valet brought me a letter and a basket "From Miss Morgan," he said, and went out The basket was placed on my table. The sound of a cat's voice came from it 1 lifted the cover, and a small gray cat jumped out. It was not an Angora. It was of an Oriental species, more slender than our cats, aud resembling, so far as I could judge, its ancestors, whose mum mies, enveloped in great bands are now found in such large numbers at Thebes. It shook itself, looked around, humped its back, yawned, and then began rubbing itself against the gockless Pacht, whose pure figure and fine, pointed noise were raised over my table. Although of a sombre color and with its fur shaven, the little cat was very gracious. It seemed in telligent and not wild. I could not un derstand the reason for such a strange present Miss Morgan's letter did not enlighten me much, either. It ran thus: "DEAR SIR:—I send you a little eat that Dr. Daoud brought from Egypt and which I love very much. Treat it kindly for love of me. Ido not need to remind you that you owe me a story. You will bring it Kings' Day. We will dine together. ANNIE MORGAN. "P. S.—The name of your little eat is Porou." After having read this letter, I looked at Porou, who, standing on his hind feet, licked the black nose of Pacht, his divine sister. He looked at me, and I must say that of us two he was not the more astonished. I asked myself, "What does this all mean?" But I soon stopped trying to compre hend it "It is very silly in me," 1 said to myself, "to look for sense in the foolishness of a young flyaway. As for this little animal, Madame Mag loire, my housekeeper, will provide for It." I returned to ray work on chro nology, which was much more inter esting to me, as I handled a little roughly in it ray eminent confrere, Monsieur Maspero. Porou did not leave my table. Seated in front of me with ears erect, he watched me write. For some inconceivable reason I could not write that day. My ideas were confused; there ran in my thoughts Bcraps of songs, and shreds of stories. I went to bed thoroughly out of tem per with myself. The next morning, I found Porou seated on my table, licking his paws. That day again I could not write. Porou and I passed the hours of day light in looking at each other. The next day, and the next, and, in short, all the week, went in the same way. I was in despair. But I must confess that little by littlle I grew to endure my trouble with patience, and even with gayety. The rapidity with which an honest man becomes depraved is frightful. Epiphany Sunday I rose in a very happy state of mind and ran to my table, where Porou, as was his custom, had preceded me. I took a pad of beau tiful white paper, dipped my pen in the ink, and wrote in large letters under the eyes of my new friend: "The Mis fortunes of a One-eyed Messenge." Then, with the eyes of Porou still upon me, I wrote all day, with a prodigious rapidity, a recital of adventures so marvellous, so pleas ant, so various, that I was myself quite diverted. My one-eyed porter mixed up bundles, and made the most comical mistakes. Two lovers who found them selves in a critical position received help from him without his knowing it He carried wardrobes with men con cealed in them, and these he introduced into a house and frightened some ladies. But how can I describe such a lively story? Twenty times I burst out laughing while writing. If Porou himself did not laugh, his grave air was as pleasant as the most hilarious manner. It was seven o'clock in the evening when I wrote the last line of this agreeable work. Since one o'clock the room had been lighted only by the phosphorescent eyes of Porou. I had written as easily in the obscurity as by the light of a good lamp. My story fin ished, I dressed myself. I put on my black coat and my white cravat, and then, taking leave of Porou, I descended rapidly the staircase and hurried into the street I had not taken twenty steps when I felt a pull at my sleeve. "Uncle, where are you running too? You look like a somnambulist" It was my nephew Macel who ques tioned me in this manner. A good aud intelligent young man, a student at Salpetriere, every one said he would succeed at medicine. And, in truth, ho had a good enough mind if he would but hold his capricious imagination more in check. "Oh!" I replied, "I am going to carry a story of my making to Miss Mor gan." "What uncle! you know Miss Mor gan? She is very pretty. Do you also know Dr. Daoud, who fellows her everywhere?" "An empiric, a charlatan." "Without doubt, uncle, but at the same time an extraordinary experi menter. Bernheim, Licgeois or Char cot himself has never obtained such phenomena as he produces at wilL He can produce hypnotism and suggestion without contact, without direct action by the intermediary of an animal Ordinarily, he uses for his experiments small cats with shaven bodies. This is how he proceeds. He suggests some act to the cat, then he sends it in a basket to the subject on which he wished to act The animal transmits the suggestion that he has received, and the patient under this influence executes the command of the ope rator." "Is this the truth?" "The exact truth, uncle." "And what is Miss Morgan's part in these beautiful experiments?'' "Miss Morgan, uncle, makes Daoud work for her amusement by using hyp notism and suggestion to cause people todo ridiculous things, As if her beauty ought not to suflice for that!" I listened to nothing more. An irre sistible force drew me to Miss Morgan. Her Idea of It. A woman arraigned in a Vienna law court recently was asked by the judge if she had a clear character. The ac cused was silent Then the judge, put ting the question in a more direct form, asked: "Have you ever suffered a legal pun ishment?" "Yes," answered the defendant "What was it?" "I am married!"— Detroit Free Press Cuu't bo Too Strict. Janitor—You will have to take that out of the window or pull down the shade. Mrs. Flatter—Why, that's only a dolt I had when I was a girl. Janitor—May be, inarm, but folks in the streets might think it was a child, and we don't children in our suites, marm. We can't be too strict, you know. A Too SurgeMtivu Ward. Young Wife—How nice it would b if life were a perpetual honeymoon nothing but billing and cooing. Young Husband—H'm! I think could got along with just the cooing.— Truth. An Out-of-date Picture. Mr. Sweetly—This picture looks mucl older than your sister. Younger sistcr —I guess it is, for she'} several years younger than when that was taken. Getting: to tle Point. He—Are we alone? She—Of course not Only one person can be alone, and there are two of u& U e —Fr—um —but suppose we were made one . Don't worry, be patient In four months from now ybu will be wearing an overcoat and wishing that it was July all the year round. Don't ask a bigger man than you are if it is hot enough for him. Jt prob ably is. - . - .... READ THE TESTIMONY Of One Who Suffered Years and Tried Many Physicians Both of Philadelphia and New York MIT mm BELIEF. AND IS NOW CURED BY- DR. RIEGEL. I have been a sufferer for a number of years with catarrh in its worst forms. Had constant headaches, matter drop ping in the throat, dizziness, nose stop ped up, difficulty in breathing and no doubt would soon have been a consump tive, had I not met I)r. Riegel. Before that time I had tried every well-known remedy and doctored with many physicians, not only of Ilazleton but of New York and Philadelphia, but could get no relief anywhere. As soon as Dr. Riegel began treating me I felt relieved and continued to improve until now I feel like a new man, and knowing that the(e are many others sniTering as much as I did I write this for publica tion, so that others may avail them selves of Dr. Rirgel's treatment before it is too late. He can cure you if you take it in time. 1 am willing to answer any letters of inquiry from persons wishing to consult him. James McCool, 189 North Wyoming Street, Hazleton, Pa. Hereafter Dr. Riegel, leading specialist in catarrh and all chronic din eases, will he at the Central Hotel, Free land, THREE DAYS A WEEK ONLY Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, FROM 19 A. M. TO 2 P. M.,~ and from 8.30 TO 10 P. M. Office hours at Hazleton, same days, from 3 to 8 p. m. REMEMBER, examination, consultation and first treat ment FREE. a, LEHIGH VALLEY RAILROAD. Anthracite coal used cxclu sivoly, insuring cleanliness and / comlort. ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS. MAY 14, 1803. LEAVE FREELAND. 0 05, 8 47, ft 40. 10 41 a in, 12 25, 1 32, 2 27, 845, 4 55, 0 58, 7 12, 8 47 p in, for Drifton, Jcddo. Lum . or Yard, Stoekton and Hazleton. 0 05 a m, 1 22, 2 45, 4 55 p in, for Mauch Chunk, A lien town, Bethlehem, Phila., Euston and New Vork. 0 40 n m for Bethlehem, Euston and Phlln. 7 20, 10 541 a m, 12 10,4:14 p in, (via Highland i ranch)for White Haven, Glen Summit, Wilkes- Karre, Pittston aud L. and H. Junction. SUNDAY TRAINS. 11 40 a m and 2 45 p tu for Drifton, Jcddo, Lum ber Yard and Hazleton. 2 45 p m for Delano. Mnhnnny City, Shcnun • onh. New York and Philadelphia. ARRIVE AT FREELAND. 5 50, 7 00, 7 20, 0 18, 10 50 am, 10, 1 15, 2 12, 4 24, 0 58 and 887 p in, from lluzlefoii, Stock ton. Lumber Yard, Jcddo and Drifton. 7 20, 0 18. 10 50 a in, 2 12, 4 24, 0 58 p in from Delano, Mahunoy City and Shenandoah (via New Boston Hranch). 1 15, 0 58 and 8 27 p in from New York, Easton, Philadelphia, Bethlehem, Allcutowu and Mauch Chunk. 9 18 and 10 50 a m, 1 15, 0 58 and 8 27 p m from Euston, Piiila., Bethlehem and Munch Chunk. 9 18, 1041 u in 227,058pm lrom White Haven. Glen Summit, Wilkes-Barre. Pittston and L. and B. Junction (via Highland Branch). SUNDAY TRAINS. 11 21 ft m and 221 pm, from Hazleton, Lutn ber Yard, Jeddo and Drifton. 11 21 u in from Delano, Hazleton, Philadelphia and Easton. 221 p in from Delano and Mahnnoy res ion. ror further information inquire of Ticket Agents. H. If. Wl LBUII, Gen. Supt. Eastern Div. A. W. NONNEMACHEH, Ass'tG. P. A. South Bethlehem, Pa. ' | "HE DELAWARE, SUSQUEHANNA AND A SCHUYLKILL RAILROAD. Time table in eiTect September 3,1800. Trains leave Drifton for Jeddo, Eckley, Hazle Brook. Stockton, Beaver Meadow Road, Roan and Hazleton Junction at 800, 010 a in, 12 10, 4 00 p m, daily except Sunday, und 7 02 a in, 228 p m,Sunday. Trains leave Drifton for Harwood, Cranberry, Toinhieken and Deringer at o 00 a in, 12 10 p in, daily except Sunday; and 702 a in, 2 38 p m, Sunday. Trains leave Drifton for Oneida Junction, Garwood Road, Humboldt Road, Oneida ami Nheppton atU 10 a in, 1210, 4 09 p in, daily except Sunday; and 7 03 a m, 2 38 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Garwood, Cranberry, Tomhlcken and Deringer ut 037 a in, 1 49 p in, daily except Sunday; and 8 47 a in, 4 18 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Oneida Junction, Harwood Road, Humboldt Road, Oneida and Shcppton at 0 47, 0 10 a ni, 12 40, 4 :t0 p in, daily except Sunday; and 7 40 a in, 308 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Deringer for Tomhickon, Cran berry, Garwood, Hazleton June!lon, Roan, Beaver Meadow Road. Stockton, Uazle Brook, Eckley, Jcddo and Drifton at 2 40, AO7 p m, daily except Sunday; and 9 37 a in, 507 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Bheppton for Oneida, Humboldt Road, Harwood Road, Oneida Junction, Hazle ton Junction aid Roan at 7 52, 10 IB a in, 1 15, 5 25 p m, daily except Sunday; and 8 14 a 111, 3 45 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Shcppton for Beaver Meadow Road, Stockton, Hazle Brook, Eckley, Jeddo and Drifton at 10 IB a in, 5 25 p in, daily, except Sunday; and 8 14 a m, 3 45 p m, Sunday. Trains leave Hazleton Junction lor Beaver Meadow Road, Stockton, Huzle Brook. Eckley, Jeddo and Drifton at 10 38 a in. 3 11, 5 47, 6 W p in, daily, except Sunday; anil 10 08a m, 5 28 p m, Sunday. All trains connect at Hazleton Junction with electric cars for Hazleton, Jeanesville, Audon riedand other points on Lehigh Traction Go's. Trains leaving Drifton at 0 10 a m, Hazleton Junction at 9 10 a in, and Shcppton at 7 52 a m, 1 15 p ni, connect at Oneida Junction with L. V. R..11. trains east and west. 3 rain leaving Drifton atß 00 a in, makes con nection at Deringer witli I'. It. It. train for Wilkeß-Harre, Suubury, Harrisburg, etc. E. B. C< )X E, DA NIE L < 'OX E, President. Superintendent.
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