thank a! Give
,i\' , 'MMßms thunkHl Hoar tlio
* iWiVnlt \ bolls a ringing;
C Give thanksl Give
\S J j^CN^V^* r thanksl Hear tho
Ichoir sinking!
d > n TouT IS
* J "What shall I give
thanks aboutf"
•'My child Is gone!" "My wife Is dead!"
"My fortune's lost!" "I'll curse Instead!"
"Cease, yo bells a ringing; hush the choir sing
ing;
Woe my soul Is stinging; heart In anguish
ringing.
No place hath praise, within me hero,
Hut all is anger, pain and fear."
Holdyo! Hold yo! List the promise given!
Blest shall they be, who, in sorrow driven,
Pass oeneath the chast'ning rod,
Loving ever, trusting God.
He strong; fail not, bend low the head.
So, in sweet peace, shall ye bo led,
Ever in the Joyful singing: "To the cross I'm
clinging,"
Angels 'round thee winging, while the bells are
ringing:
"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all crealuros here below."
Amen.
Will. Visrciier.
William AR^STft.ow6-.
They were a very young- couple; that
accounted for it largely, and while the
affair was certainly ludicrous it was
not without a touch of pathos. They
both declare that they have better
sense now, and that the like, with
them at least, shall never occur again,
so there can scarcely bo any harm in
telling all about it.
When they went to housekeeping in
a modest way in a fashionable street
in the national capital rents were not
so high as they are now. They had
many friends, some of them very
wealthy ones, and, as her entire life
had been spent in Washington, she felt
that a change from single to double
blessedness would not alter things ma
terially.
While the streets and her friends re
mained unchanged there was a certain
indefinable something that shaped it
self presently—she could not entertain
as she had been used to in her father's
house; neither on such a scale, nor
with such lavish hospitality.
She fretted a little, at first quietly,
then she confided her woes to her hus
band, for she told him everything, and
he, good fellow, took it very much to
heart.
Being a lawyer without any consid
erable practice, for he was a young
man in his profession, he did not see
his way out of it in that direction. But
the idea suddenly struck him that ho
would try to get some kind of an of
ficial position. They had influential
friends in the political world, and it
appeared quite clear sailing.
The plan met with his wife's prompt
approval and she concluded on the spot
to begin the siege by giving a Thanks
giving dinner. Some people might
have thought it wiser to first get the
desired position and then give thanks,
but she looked upon it differently,
from the point of view of the almanac
as it were.
A presidential candidate had just
been elected and would take his seat
the following March. The minister of
the church they attended was also the
pastor and intimate friend of his ex
cellency-elect, and it seemed very
fitting and auspicious that he, together
with his wife, should be honored
quests. There was, also, a certain dis
tant cousin of the successful candidate,
a very pompous old lady with a ter
rible predilection for her neighbor's
affairs, whom it was considered wise
to ask, and to entertain her there was
young Mr. de Post, who led cotillons
and gossip with equal facility.
While Mrs. Grimm had very pretty
glass and china, in keeping with the
rest of her modest establishment, it
did not seem grand enough for such a
uistinguisnea ana critical company, so
she borrowed her mother's service,
from the silver soup tureen to the nut
crackers.
This plan was readily feasible, as her
parents took dinner with an elder sis
ter upon that day. No sooner was this
urrangement completed than it seemed
very out of place to let Fanny, the col
ored maid, wait at table with such ac
companying magnificence—they ought
to have a butler. They got one in the
person of Fanny's father, who had come
up from Manassas Junction to spend
the day with his family, and that was
where the trouble began.
He was an eminently respectable old
man, and when he had gotten himself,
after much groaning and the assist
ance of his wife, the cook, into an old
dress suit of Mr. Grimm's, he looked as
if he knew the proper thing to do,
which, was far from the case. Ilis wife
had been doubtful from the first. 4 'He
kin drive a kerrige jest lovely, 'Miss'
Maria," she said, "but he doan know
nuthia' 'bout waitin.'"
"But Fanny can drill him," "Miss"
Maria had said, airily, as she set out to
Thanksgiving services in company with
her husband.
Fanny, dressed in a new gown and
with a huge white cap on her very
black head, admitted the guests with a
gravity of countenance that would
have befitted a servitor of fifty years.
Fanny had woeful misgivings. Jupiter,
her father, Jiad not proven a very apt
pupil. He asked many strange ques
tions after he had insisted that he un
derstood everything. The "butler's
pantry was too small to hold them
both or she would have remained by
her parent during the ordeal; but she
stationed herself at the foot of the
dumb waiter to admonish in stage
whispers if necessar}'.
Jupiter wiped the perspiration from
his brow with a red bandanna and car-
JUPITER CAIUnED IN TIIK SOUP.
ried the silver tureen. With the ex
ception that he put his thumb in Mr. do
Post's soup and then wiped it dry with
his bandanna, that portion of the ban
quet progressed favorably. Bilt when
the raw oysters were served he took a
plate of macaroons from the side
board, and, doubtless mistaking them
for a new variety of crackers, gravely
offered them. The hostess flushed vio
lently and tried to distract attention
from her husband who, though he said
only a few words to Jupiter, had looked
such unutterable things as to cause
aim to drop the dish on the sideboao.
with a bang. Presently be barely
grazed the minister's bead with the
turkey platter. Feeling that energy
might compensate for the vncuitj* ex
isting in his mind, Jupiter proceeded to
ply every one with the dishes on the
table. Salted almonds and bonbons
careered about the hoard with light
ning rapidity. He even
macaroons again, but a sudden mis
trust seemed to seize him and he
dropped the dish. He was breathing
heavily and each moment his unwonted
apparel seemed to grow smaller for
him.
The hostess strove bravely to appear
as if this was a daily occurrence in every
well regulated household, and that a
stream of gravy extending across the
cloth and down a breadth of her best
gown was merely an adjunct of
Thunksgiving. The host forgot all the
speeches he had intended to make in
praise of the president-elect and all the
subtle antennae of diplomacy that he
was going to put forth to the minister
byway of starting affairs. He could
only feel rather than see, for he scarce
dared look up. That Mr. de Post and
the executive-elect's cousin were stor
ing a fund of anecdote that would re
gale many a dinner table —be had
caught sufficient of their exchange of
glances to rest assured of.
As for the minister, his kindness of
heart was as proverbial as was his
sense of humor. If he laughed rather
more neartiiy at nis own stories man
was his wont both host and hostess
were thankful to him for diverting
degree of attention from
Jupiter's aimless and comical gyrations.
44 Jupiter, you have not served the
tomatoes," said Mrs. Grimm. Mr.
Grimm felt the perspiration start out on
the back of his neck; he was wondering
what new catastrophe was in store.
As for Jupiter, he smiled blandly. Here
at least was something he could engi
neer. 44 Tomattuscs," he ordered of
Fanny. A great whispering ensued,
then came a pounding on the duinb
" 44 8 END UP THEM TOMATTUSEB."
waiter that set all the glasses and
crockery on the pantry shelves to
jingling in unison.
A family altercation was in engr
getic progress. The guests looked at
each other and the hostess tried to
chatter it down. But no one human
throat was powerful enough for that.
44 Send up them tomattuses."
44 1 tell you they ain't none."
"They is, 4 Miss" Maria says they is."
44 1 tell you they ain't, you ole black
fool j*ou," the voice was that of the
cook. 44 1 dun forgot to open 'em, I
dun tell you. If you doan b'lieve me
use your own eyes, you ole country
niggah in Maw's J awn's pahty close,
a lookin' like a scarecrow in a cawn
ficl'. Now look!"
The waiter came up with a bang.
All was still. Jupiter was doubtless
''looking." Presently guests
looked too. lie appeared upon the
scene with an unopened can, glowing
with a gorgeous label, in either hand.
"Beg pawdon, 4 Miss' Maria, but that
ole—" lie got no further. There had
been a swish of skirts on the stairs.
Fanny darted across the room, pushed
her surprised parent into the pantry
and turned the key. With an air of
elaborate Indifference as though noth
ing had happened to mar the oc
casion, she removed the plates and
the dinner progressed. From the
depths of the pantry could be heard
the wailing of Jupiter: 44 1f I kain't
wait I'm pow'ful at drivin', an' it ain't
no erthly use a tryin' to appeah what
you ain't. Ole Miss dun say—" There
was a peremptory command from below
to "come down this minnit," a great
creaking of the waiter and Jupiter
had descended on the vehicle of his
woe.
Mr. Grimm looked at his wife and
she in turn looked at him. Between
them extended a massive epergno of
silver weighted with fruit and flowers;
tall candelabras and dainty bon-bon
dishes, strangely out of keeping with
the furniture and the tiny dining-room.
There was a look in his eyes that light
ened things, though, and the verge of
tearfulness was banished. Later, how
ever, when the guests were gone and
she had had a good cry in his arms, she
said: 44 John, Jupiter was right. Wo
have no business trying to appear
what we arc not, and whether we get
the position or whether we're never a
cent richer, I've that good lesson to bo
thankful for to-day and for the rest of
my life."
Kcmrmlicr the Poor*
44 Yes, we should all thiukof the poor
on Thanksgiving."
44 50 wo should. Did you give any
thing this year?"
44 0h, yes."
44 What?"
44 Thanks."—Texas Sittings.
In Grout Luck.
Charles—llavo you anything to be
thankful for to-day?
Frederic—Heaps. I've contrived to
break off all my engagements to mar
ry-—Chicago News.
A Noti| of ThiUikHßlvliig.
A turkey stood In a cranberry swamp,
A lid sang till his throat was sore;
For all day long, ho sang this song:
"Wo shall moot on that beautiful shore."
—Puck.
[' 'Ultitm RmWHaoiCB, o, ye
t f .#• fft |k poor, tliat an
S c c Ajf#Tf G\w occasional day
| *, C V i n the year
hath signlll
w '" can co BUili
| cient to temper the thoughts of the
rich to your nakedness.
Itejoice, O, ye rich, that the spirit of
charity is still alive in your hearts that
ye may enjoy the pleasures of giving.
Thanksgiving day is indeed a peace
maker. In a few short hours it sweeps
away the barriers that months of pride,
selfishness and cruelty on the one
hand, and improvidence, dissipation,
neglect and want on the other, have
been building between classes. It is
one in the long list of holidays that
expands with age because it is (me of
the few founded on religion. Secular
holidays come and go with the senti
ments from which they sprung. But
Sabbath and Christmas and Easter and
Thanksgiving are not of this number.
The history of the religion of a people
is the history that lives. Joseplius'
scholarly chronicles of the Jews are
read not at all, while the Bible is in
every library and upon almost ezery
center-table in the land. Homer is rend
alike by old and young because the
machinery of Heaven is there. "Plu
tarch's Lives" hold as much fascination
for the readers of to-day as for the an
cient English scholars, because the
gods are in every battle, control every
triumph and bless every festival. The
human mind revels in the ideas awak
ened by the contemplation of the
spiritual. The meager chronicles of
the American Indians would be "stale,
flat and unprofitable" but for the in
troduction of their religious fancies
and beliefs. The Indian never takes
so grand a place in the mind's eye as
when we see him in a religious frenzy
as Pope has painted him:
"L<sl the poor Indian, wlioso untutored mind
Sees God in clouds and hears Him in the wind "
Thanksgiving day has grown f;ir
beyond what it was originally intend
ed to signify or represent because of
this very religious quality. From giv
ing thanks to God for gifts to them- ;
selves, men came to desire to be more
like that merciful Reing, and so in
turn became benefactors. From re
counting their individual blessings and
offering prayer and praise for their be
stowal, it was but a step to the turn
ing point of charity in themselves.
And so we may cry to all upon this day
—Rejoice! for the lion and the lamb
have lain down together and the peace
of the Saviour's spirit is over all. The
cry of want is heard by ears that be
fore were deaf to the voice of pleading,
and eyes that saw not misery except it
were afar off are now dimmed with
tears of pity for those about their feet.
Thanksgiving! The word has come to
have a glorious meaning. It is the
softening influences of such seasons,
albeit all too brief, that keep intact the
under current, the real harmony of
the world, even though its surface be
always troubled by discord.
CHARLES EUGENE RANKS.
SUM OF ALL HOLIDAYS.
That Ih Why ThankaKiving Should Ho tho
llapploat of All.
We could not ask a more suggestive
title or one which makes sweeter mu
sic in an American's ear. This occa
sion, says the New York Ledger, is dif- !
ferent from all other national holidays, j
since it gathers them all up into one, I
and with them unites every mercy of
the dying j'ear, the bounties of its !
harvests, the manifold gifts of white
winged commerce,* the preservation of >
peace and prosperity, and recognizes i
each and everyone in a gratitude o'er
llowing with festivity ami mirth.
Thanksgiving! A word with which I
to conjure happiness into the most dis- j
mal and dejected spirit. The personal ■
associations of this festival are, per- i
haps, its greatest sources of attraction.
The father and the mother,, expecting i
John from the city and Mary from the ;
school, will recall the dear old days
when they, too, came home to roast
apples before the blazing logs, and
watch the ruddy glow glinting across
the polished mahogany, while
"Huff hidden in a quiet nook, serene oflook and
Talking the old times over, the parents sat I
And what times they were, famous for
corn huskings unknown to this degen
erate age, for moonlight straw rides
across the glistening snow and hoary
ghost legends of Hessian troopers.
Hence, Thanksgiving comes with redo
lent memories of past joys, blended
into the best and purest moments of
American life, its homes and its hearts.
Let fair summer's robes pale and die,
and the frosted leaves rustle beneath
the tread. What cares Thanksgiving
day for winter's stern heralds? In fact,
we welcome a good November day that
tHe cold without may form a contrast
for the warmth within.
It would disturb the eternal fitness
of things to eat the time-honored bird
and the national pie in the long, bright
days of leafy June.
No! The wise gobbler may contem
plate a perch upon the crescent of the
moon if ho thinks lit, but ho must
needs die, and, Hanked by cranberry
sauce and the constant pumpkin pie,
present himself to our view on the last
Thursday in November, and not a day
earlier, please.
Then, as we cluster around the fire
and bid defiance to the elements, let
us remember to make Thanksgiving a
home-day, where all the dear ones will
gather, and eyes look love to eyes
which speak again.
It must also be a happy day to every
body, from grandmother in the corner
to the cat slumbering at her feet. A
day for devout worship, joyous festiv
ity, kindly deeds, old feuds healed up,
new friendships made; in short, a glo
rious, old-fashioned Thanksgiving.^
THAT SPECKLED HEN.
\ T'irilliiig .V'ort:"' < t ' .v. • ■ .-sV'f
lli.'iii -;rvir Pinner.
I Time, Than: 4 givin- day, eighteen
lur ired and what's-! . j-tlifiV - .ice.
I :.ce. the si.: ing ]■ mof ; nttg lit
'lc dwelling in tin ii nor \ -age f.'T
ni igh from tlie mad "T crov dto be
I free from gas bills, anarchists and
aldermen.
Eictcoly raged the storm outside.
The w id November blasts howled and
shrieked through the tree-tops, the
overhanging bough* rasped the side of
the h<r* • as if filing notice of an in
tention to take a lien on the premises,
and on the rug before the ample lire
place the yellow dog that saved tlie
household the bother and expense of a
garbage barrel moaned and grumbled
in his sleep as if something he had
eaten lay heavily on his conscience.
In an ample rocking chair of the An
drew Jackson period iat bolt upright
an elderly, hard-featured, silent woman
with iron-rimmed spectacles and red
hair. With her hands clasped over one
knee and licr lips drawn tightly to
nnT~ Plfft
Jjlfey It If
fit "T? k
KJk;. \i. mi* 1 \ •-j- ?
_ .)■*
"ARE YOU MBS. I'AM KSI.EY?"
gether she gazed motionless into tho
lire, whose fitful glow strove faintly to
lighten the gloom of the dreary day
now drawing rapidly to its close. Who
can fathom the mystery of a tall, angu
lar woman with red hair? Who can in
terpret the stony silence that veils her
past? Whoehall say what tempests of j
passion have swept over her when not j
a soul was at hand'to incur the weird |
horror of their reflex action?
And the storm raged on.
Amid the uproar of the elements she
became suddenly conscious of a loud,
imperious knocking at the door. She
went and opened it and a large, raw
boned, shaggy-haired man with red 1
whiskers stepped inside.
Shaking the rain from his garments,
he inquired:
"Does Mrs. Panckslcy live here?"
"She does."
"Are you Mrs. Pancksley?"
"I am."
"llow changed! Do you remember,"
lie went on, with a tremor in his voice,
"that on a stormy Thanksgiving day
twelve years ago you sent a little boy
out to" kill a speckled hen for dinner?"
"Yes! lliram. my boy, is it—"
"Wait a minute. Did you tell him
that if he didn't find that hen and chop
her head off in live minutes you would I
skin him alive?"
"Perhaps I did. But—"
"He didn't come back, did he?"
"O no! No!"
"Well, he's come back now. * * *
That will do, mother. (Jive me a
chance to breathe. Are you glad to
see me?"
"O, Hiram! Hiram! To think that
my long lost son, that Pd given up all
idea of ever seeing again in this world,
has come back to me! It's too good to
be true!" I
"It's true, mother," he said. "I have
a vaccination mark on my arm and a
scar on my head made by a broomstick '
fifteen years ago to show for it. I'm !
the same boy. I have been almost over
the whole world, and, I am sorry to
say, mother," lie aided, with a sigh,
"that I've comeback without the hen."
The tall, angular, red-haired woman
resumed her seat in the Andrew .lack
son rocking-chair, rubbed her nose
thoughtfully, and gazed into the fire.
"Never mind, Hiram," she -aid, slow
ly. "The speckled hen is still alive.
You will find her in the chicken-house.
Co and cut her head oil 5 , my : on, and
I'll cook her for your Thanksgiving
dinner." CHARLES W. TAYLOR.
TII AN IvSG IV! N(i NIOIIT.
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Hungry Hyslop—Can't you help me a
bit, boss? 1 hain't had nothin' to be ;
thankful for to-day.
Mr. Delmonico Savnrin (who has
dined too well) —Be thankful that you
haven't an indigestion!— Puck.
It Any Art! Alive.
"I heard little Johnny say that
Thanksgivingda v would be here soon,"
said a young turkey to its mamma.
"Do turkeys have Thanksgiving days,
ma?"
"Yes mv dear," replied the mamma
turkey.' "We will hold ours after tho
folks at the house have had theirs—if
we live." —Judge.
Where He Womhlpv.
Bloohumper —I suppose you will re- !
pair to your place of worship on
Thanksgiving day, as the president
recommends in his proclamation.
Spatts—'Y es, I expect to cat my din- j
ncr on that day at my best girl's house. '
I \[] r tU_Dn.ll
1 s'poso you know, Virginia clear,
'l hanksgiving day fs almost here.
And now 1 hope you will not think
'Bout what you'll have to eat und drink.
Because it isn't right at all.
'lu be a solllsh, greedy doll
First place, you should bo very glad
For all the blessings you h iv<> had.
Your pleasant home, your kind mamma,
And what a lucky doll you are'
You know she lets you have your way
About a dozen times a day:
She's very, very gon'rous, too,
And always shares a treat with you.
And here you should be thankful, degr,
That turkeys arc so good this year.
And sweet*potatoes too, of course.
And lovely crimson cranberry sauce!
And squash, and little sauefcr-pics,
They're always such a great surprise,
Ice-cream, and nuts and raisins, too!
Oh! I'm so glad I am not you,
Because, you see, you dearest sweet,
You cannot really, truly cat.
And so the thankf'lest thing is this,
You'll never know what fun you miss I
—Mary Fletcher Stevens, In Harper's Young
I People.
A Time to He Dreaded.
I "Why do you look GO dismal, Fathei
William?" said the young turkey to
j the gobbler.
j "My son." replied the mature bird,
j "I am reflecting on the near approach
i of Thanksgiving day, with the certain
i ty that many of our number will be
knocked into the middle of necks
tweak."—Judge.
CAUSE FOR THANKSGIVING.
I #feff=
j '
' Po
Mr. Brady (surveying the scanty re
past) —"Tis dev'lish little dinner we
hov to be t'anlcful for this day, Nora!
Mrs. Brady—Whist, Moike! Yez do
he fergettin' that wo should be t'ank
f ill there do be no more here to ate it!
—l'uck.
No Names Mentioned.
: She—lsn't it a pity that they don't
have mistletoe on Thanksgiving, as
I they do at Christmas?
He—Do you think, Miss Maude, that
it is always—er—ahem—necessary?
j She —It seems to he for some men.
DANGER IN PLUMPNESS.
i'; 1 . Y
"Children, don't get gay nowadays
and eat too much! The lean turkey is
the only one who is truly happy about
this time of the year."—Chicago Mail.
A Previous Thanksgiving.
You can hear Thanksgivin' coniin' with the Jol
licst kind o' sound;
You can hear the turkey holler for a mile or
two around;
For ho knows that he is in it, as he has been in
tho past,
An' he thinks that every minuto is Jos' sure to
be his last!
You can hear Thanksgivlc' coniin' with a rush
an' with a roar,
An' the knives an' forks ahummin' as wc pass
the plato for more!
O, it's jolly every minute, in tho north an' in the
south. the
the turkey-gobbler's In it, an' we're water-'
in' at the mouth!
—Atlanta Constitution.
IN THE POULTRY YARD
i
I '•
" j
"What have /to he thankful for?"
A Thanksgiving C'lnch.
We pulled the wishbone. Sue and I—
"I wish to kiss yool" ray heart's sigh—
She won; but I've since understood
That she w is wishing that I wouldl
—Fuck*
RICH FRUITS
AT THE ROOTS.
I Just as sure as the rivers run to the sea so
the tide of trade runs to the counters of the
| merchant who advertises. Look at this:
FURNITURE and
CARPETS
SLAUGHTERED.
From the 15 th last until January Ist 1
i will sell you
I Our 05c Ingrain, all wool filled Carpet,
| for 55c.
! Our 50c Ingrain for
i Our 40c Ingrain for 33c.
| Our 35c Ingrain for 20c.
j Our $1.25 BrußselW for $1.05.
Our $1.15 Brussells for 07?^c.
I Our SI.OO Ilrussells for 85c.
I Our 85c Ilrussells for 75c.
I Our 75c Brussells for 05c.
I Our 95c Brussclls for 55c.
j A $75.00 combination bedroom suit, SOO.
I A 50.00 walnut bedroom suit, $40.00.
' A 40.00 antique oak suit, $32.00.
! A 35.00 antique oak suit, 29.00.
| A 30.00 antique oak suit, 25.00.
1 A 25.00 antique oak suit, 22.00.
A 21.50 antique oak suit, 18.50.
A 65.00 parlor suit, rug, 35.00.
I A 45.00 parlor suit, black liair, $35.00.
j A 45.00 parlor suit, crushed plush. $35.
j A 50.00 parlor suit, wool plush, $40.00.
I Side boards, centre tables, extension tables
I and thousands of other useful articles in the
I furniture line.
I For the balance of this month we will give
j you
TEN PER CENT. OFF
! ON ALL
BLANKETS.
j and 50 per cent, off on all coals left from
I last year. This means
| A SIO.OO ladies' ooat for $5.00.
j Can yon afford to miss all this?
Toilet chamber sets, worth $4, for $2.50.
Cheaper than any erer offered in the coun
ty. NOTIONS and IIOJ.JDA V GOODS
j we are aiming to hate just what you want
' far cheaper than you dreamed of —consider-
I ing quality, lie have a large stock of shoes
1 to select from; the Orieigsburg shoes for chit-
I dren; ecery pair guaranteed; call and see
them.
I GROCERIES
and
PROVISIONS.
I Shoulders, lie; Cheese, 14c; Butter, 28c
hard, 12ie; Salt herring, 8c lb; Salt had
dock, 5e lit; 0 lit bologna, 25c; 11 lbs mix
ed cakes, 25c; 5 llts rice. 25c; 5 lbs bar
ley, 25c; ii lbs ginger cakes. 25c; 4 lbs
soda biscuits, 25c; Mint lozengers, 10c
lb; Mixed candy. 10c lb; Stick candy,
10c lb; 5 cans sardines, 25c; 2 cans .salm
on. 25c; 3 qts beans. 25c; 3 qts peas, 25c;
2 lbs dry corn. 25e; 5 lbs currants, 25c;
3 lbs raisins, blue* 25c; 5 lbs raisins, 25e;
Bonny Hour, $1.85.
Yours truly,
J. C. BERNER.
LEIIIGH VALLEY
|m( RAILROAD.
1 Anthracite coal used cxclu
if sively, insuring cleanliness and
"* comfort.
ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS.
NOV. I., 1898.
LEAVE FREELAND.
0 05, 8 40, 9 33, 10 41 a m, 120, 2 27, 3 45, 4 55,
0 58, 1 12, 847 p m, for Drifton, jeddo, Lum
ber Yard, Stockton and lhulcton.
0 05, 840a m, 1 20.8 45 p in, for Mauch Chunk,
Allentown, Bethlehem, lMiila., Easton and New
York.
9 40 a m, 4 55 p in for Bethlehem, Easton and
Phila.
7 20, 10 50 a in, 12 33,4 34 i> in, (via Highland
i.ranch) tor White Haven, Glen Summit, Wilkes-
Uarre, Pittston und L. and It. Junction.
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11 40 ain and 3 45p ra forDrifton, Jeddo, hum
or Yard and Ha/.leton.
345 i) in for Delano, Mahanoy City, Shenan
doah, New York and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND.
5 50, 7 18, 7 20, 9 19, 10 50 a m, 12 38, 2 13, 4 34,
058 and 837 pin, from lla/Jcton, Stockton.
Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drifton.
7 20, 9 19, 10 50 a in, 2 13, 4 34, 058 p m from
Delano, Mahanoy City and Shenandoah (via
Now Boston Branch).
2 13, 0 58 and H 37 p in from New York, Easton,
Philadelphia, Bethlehem, Allentown und Mnuch
Chunk.
!• 19 and 10 50 u m, 2 13, 0 68 and 8 37 p m from
Easton, Phila., Bethlehem and Munch chunk.
1 9 33,10 41 am, 2 27,0 58pm from White Haven,
j Glen Summit, Wi Ikes-Bur re, Pittston and L. and
11. Junction (via Highlund Branch).
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11 81 a m and 331 p 111, from Hazleton, Lum
ber Yard, Jeddo ami Drifton.
11 31 a in from Delano, Ha/.leton, Philadelphia
and Easton.
3 31 p in from Delano and Mahanoy region.
| For further informatioy inquire of Ticket
Agents.
CHAS. S. LEE, Gen'l Pass. Agent,
l'liilu., l'a.
K. 11. WILBUU, Gen. Snpt. East. Dlv.,
! A. W. NON N EM AC 11EU, Ass't G. 1. A..
South Butlilehem, Pa.
R ! HE DELAWARE, SUSQUEHANNA AND
A. SCHUYLKILL RAILROAD.
Time table in effect September 3,1898.
i Trains leave Drifton for Jeddo, Eokloy, Ha/.ie
Brook, Stockton, Beaver Meadow ltoad, Uouu
and ila/.leton Junction at 000, (I 10a in, 12 Id,
I 0I p in, dully except Sunday, and 7 U3 a m, 2 38
p m, Sunday.
Trains leave Drifton for Harwood, Cranberry,
Tonihiekon and Deringer at tt IK) a ra, 12 10 pm,
daily except Sunday; and 7 03 a m, 2 38p in,
Sunday.
Trains leave Drifton for Oneida Junction,
Harwood ltoad, Humboldt ltoad, Oneida and
sheppton at tt 10 a ni, 1210, 409 p in, daily except
Sunday; and 7 03 a in, 2 38 p m, Sunday.
Truius leave lla/.leton Junction for Garwood,
Cranberry,Tomhicken and Deringer at 037 a
m, 1 49 p m, daily except Sunday; and 8 47 a ui,
4 18 p m, Sunday.
I Trains leave Ha/.leton Junction for Oneida
' Junction, Harwood ltoad, Humboldt ltoad,
j Oneida ami Sheppton at 0 47, 9 10 a in, 12 40, 4 39
p m, daily except Sunday; and 7 40 a m, 308 p
i in, Sunday.
I Trains leave Deringer for Toinhieken, Cran
berry. Harwood, Hazleton Junction, Itoan,
Beaver Meadow Head. Stockton. Ha/.le Brook,
I Eckloy, Jeddo and Drilton at 2 40, 007 p in,
daily except Sunday; and 037 a ra, 507 p m,
leave Sheppton for Oneida, Humboldt
ltoad lianvood ltoad, Oneida Junction, Ha/.le
ton Junction a-d Itoan at 7 52, 10 Id a m, 115
5 25 p in, daily except Sunday; and 8 14 a in, 3 45
p m, Sunday.
Trains leave Sheppton for Beaver Meadow
ltoad. Stockton, lla/.le Brook, Eokloy, Jeddo
and Drifton at 10 10 a ni. 5 25 p in, daily, except
Sunday; and 8 14 a m, 3 45 p ni, Sunday.
Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Beaver
Meadow ltoad, Stockton, Ha/.le Brook. Eckley,
Jeddo and Drilton at 10 38u in, 3 11, 5 47, f. :tH p
in, dully, except Sunday;und 10 08a m, 5 38 p ni,
Sunday.
All trains connect, at lla/.leton Junction with
electric ears for Ha/.leton, Jeaucsvllle. Auden
liecLund other points on Lehigh Traction Go's.
Trains leaving Drifton at 0 10 am, Hazleton
.1 unction at 0 10 a in, and Sheppton at 7 52 a in,
1 15 p in, connect at Oneida Junction with 1.. V.
It. It- trains east and west.
Train leaving Drifton at 0 00 a in, makes eon
ncction at Deringer witli I'. 11. It. train for
j Wilkes- llarre. Sun bury, Hurrisburg, etc.
E. B. COXE, DANIEL COXE,
' President. SuiierintcnUyut,