Hbs oTdft,*
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.,,,(a>aa^-K'' ; ~ . -v-^
l ntfS that come
Well knowing what's won by pursuing
Hut adds to the sum of our cures
From morning to morning wc labor,
The task wo would do Is not done,
And the things thut scorn great In tho distance
Are nothing whon once they are worn
No one thing Is worthy our worship.
And all things whon clasped In tho hand
Arc naught but the signs or the music,
Tho symphony only Is grand.
The manna that falls In tho desert.
Tho dry. dusty desert of strife,
Is sweeter than fruit to whose growing
We've given the yeurs of our Ufa
The joy Is in building the temple,
The substance Is less than the dream,
And tho song that we sing but tho echo
Of tho perfect one heard In the stream.
In vain through the volumes of wisdom
We seek for tho blissful, and lo!
The soft lisping uccents of childhood
Set all of (Jod's kingdom aglow.
Youth, manhood, seek ever tho Jewel
Of freedom wttn nope-kindled oyes.
Age finds it to luugh at its luster
And resign It. a comfortless prize.
Tho bud that escapes us when searching
Tho bush for Its promises sweet
Goos straight to the heart with Its blooming.
And the instant Is ull but complete.
Those things that are won by pursuing
But add to tho sum of our cares;
Wo thank Thee. O Father of Mercy,
For the blessings that come unawares
CIIAIU.EH EOQKNB HANKS.
into an ominous, leaden mass.
Miss Emerson, tho teacher, now
"boarding 'round" at tho Starr farm,
looked at the first flakes as she would
have looked at any other personal en
emies, had they come floating down to
darken the clear skies of her promised
day of delight.
It was seldom Miss Emerson gave
herself pleasure; and now that she
had bargained with haggling Mrs.
Starr for a littlo turkey, nicely roast
ed, a mince pie, a glass of plum jam
and a loaf of bread to donate to the
big feast to be given the Sharpsburg
benevolent institution, yc.leped "Tho
Widows' Rest," on this Thanksgiving
day, she wished the little gray clouds
had kept to their first inclination to
scatter before the shining sun.
Augusta King was going. She was a
cousin-in-law who kept, and enjoyed
keeping, the stalwart Starr boys in a
state of fend. She was big, beautiful,
vain, and something of an heiress.
Miss Emerson had, with amusement,
not unmixed with indignation, silently
watched this little comedy-pastoral,
"Tho Rivals." Her quick sympathies
went out to Giles Starr, the elder broth
er, a tall, splendid youth, with tho
torso gf a gladiator that held the heart
of a woman. For the daring, lawless,
handsome younger brother she instinct
ively reserved her dislike, turning on
the faucet of the fountain of worded
disfavor at every aggressive attention
offered her by Valentine Starr.
Augusta's basket hail been officiously
carried by both brothers to the snowy
platform, where, when it was properly
signaled, the "local accommodation" to
Sharpsburgh, which lay thirty miles to
the north, stopped to take on passen
gers. The railroad officials had pre
pared for the day's extra traffic by add
ing four passenger coaches to the usual
complement that, once a day, plied
between Madison and Sharpsburgh on
the rather rusty little narrow-gauge.
it chanced that when, at vai s sig- !
nal, the train stopped, the engineer, j
put at fault by the unusual length of
liis following, slowed up only as tho j
last—and empty —car drew alongside
the platform. With a gay laugh at
their utter isolation, Augusta, when
aboard, began talking to Val, who sat
beside her, in low, confidential tones,
and laughing in loud, maddening
roulades, the better to incense poor
Giles, who, worm of the dust that he
was, turned, at last, and began a con
versational attack upon Miss Emerson, j
He even sat down opposite her, with
his back to his brother and Augusta,
and made a successful pretense of hav
ing forgotten their existence.
Miss Emerson's pity for the worm, i
whose squirming she alone saw, drove
her headlong into channels of argu- |
mentative harangue, where the waves j
were strong and the waters frightfully .
deep. To her gratification and sur-
WITII A BOUND SUE WAS ON lIEU FEET.
prise, Giles plunged after her and
swam as a swimmer does who knows
his strength anil joys in tho exhil
arating sport.
She had never talked to him in just
this way, and to hold her own in tho
uniler-tow through which his mascu
line mind buffeted its way with mas
terly ease brought the pink to her
cheeks and the light to her eyes.
Again the train stopped, and Mrs.
Hassett and her daughter, Matilda,
lumbered into the second coach ahead.
Augusta, observing her, and wishing to
summarily punish Giles for his daring
insubordination, loudly declared her j
intention of going to Matilda. Hid- i
ding Val follow with her basket, Miss >
King, with a sharp glance of snapping j
black eyes that was lost upon Giles, |
flounced up the aisle and out of the 1
conch.
From the Hassett farm to the next
probable stopping place was a stretch |
of nearly ten miles; beyond this farms ,
and villages began to thicken, and !
slowing up would bo the order of the
duy.
As if ignorant of Augusta's desertion, I
Giles took up the thread of conversa- I
tion where it had dropped, and began |
so brave a winding of it upon so mani- j
festly pitiable a reel of good intention, j
that Miss Emerson figuratively reached
forth and took it from him.
In her kindly hands, and In the light
of her sparkling, generous mood, the'
gossamer thread shone and glistened
and changed color. lie listened with '
ears deafening themselves to the sar
casm of a strident voice, and looked at
her with eyes from whose lenses faded
the image of a saucy, buxom beauty,
Miss Emerson wound on and on.
Once over Giles' square shoulder she
saw Val's face peering in at them from
the outside platform. A demoniacal
grin warpcil his handsome features,
which disappeared an instant later,
and then—
It was not noticeable at first. Giles'
sweet responsivity, his gentle willing
ness to be consoled and entertained by
her, shut out all lesser sensations. It
was only when, feeling the train
slacken in speed, she lifted her eyes
and peered over Giles' shoulder, that
she discovered it. With a bound she
was upon her feet, her hand grasping
the arm of the man before her.
"What is it, Miss Emerson?" asked
Giles, unable to read between the
frowning lines at the meeting of her
delicate brows.
"What is it?" she echoed —" Valentine
Starr /" and she looked toward the
place where his dark, bright, malevo
lent face last shadowed the frosty
pane. Giles followed her glance with
his own and cried out in astonishment.
The coach, in which they were being
slowly brought to a standstill, hail
been uncoupled, the rope detached and
themselves left to do what they might
under the exasperating circumstances.
"Well, I'll he —"
"No, you'll notl You shan't be any
thing I can't bo—and I won't be that! 9 *
luugnca MISS Emerson, a oit nysteric
ally. "Oh, Giles, I'm so sorry—for—
you!"
"Sorry for me? Say, don't you bo that
now. I haven't heard a word you've
been saying for the last half hour"—.
Miss Emerson may be excused for
wincing slightly at this stunningly
honest confession—"but I've been doing
better 'n listening. I've been making
up my mind. All the while your soft,
bright voice was seeming to blow little
rainbow bubbles through the air 1
was building scales out of my heart
und soul to weigh two women in."
Giles stopped and looked dreamily
out at the floating Hakes that swirled,
and danced, and shot up again in the
wind, as though settling with their fel
lows on the soft, pure levels below were
the last of their intentions.
The snowstorm shut the two occu
pants of the coach into a little world oi
their own. No landmarks were dis
cernible—tlicir whereabouts a mystery
neither of tliem was in a hurry to solve.
"And you weighed them—with
mental, moral, physical or spiritual
weights, Giles—which?"
"You're laughing at me!" cried the
young man, turning to face a counte
nance wreathed in smiles; but what he
dreaded he did not find. He met, in
stead, a pair of the sweetest humid
blue eyes in the world, their long
lashes moift, their dark pupils dibit
lug.
"Laughing- at you? Can't you sec
I'm—l'm crying at you? O Giles!"
"You've guessed it, then? You—"
"Giles, don't accredit me with that
much wisdom. I teach school—but
only the primary grades; and as lor
higher mathematics, I couldn't solve the
problem of any man's heart —not even ii
lie gave me x for the unknown quanti
ty. Oh, dear —"
"What?"
"The widows—"
"Confound the widows!"
"I'll do nothing of the sort. And 1
consider it heartless of you to ask it oi
me."
"Oh, bother the widows, then! Mis*
Emerson?"
"Well?"
OPENINO THE DONATION BASKET.
"I used all the weights you men
tioned, I reckon."
"Well?"
"Physically , some one I've been a
dumb fool about got it; but othei
ways —"
"Yes?"
"It balanced in favor of a mite of a
woman with blue eyes, who blows
rainbow bubbles —"
"Giles!"
"You did that sum pretty quick, Miss
Emerson. I should think higher
mathematics wouldn't be any trouble
to you whatever."
"Now, you're laughing at me, Giles
Starr! Well, laugh, then! Hut remem
ber you have yet your own problem to
solve."
"I've solved—and proved it," and
Giles' voice grew tender and serious.
'l'roved it by such kindness as I never
received before; proved it by your
sweet sympathy and your tears—O,
Miss Emerson —"
"I think, Giles," breaks in a soft,
happy voice, "if you are so sure of the
correctness of your solution, that
'Mary' would be much more appropri
ate than—"
"Mary—my darling!"
For three cold, halcyon hours they
watched for a sign of rescue, hoping for
its delay. Mary told Giles the simple
story of her life, of its ambitions, of its
loneliness. At noon they opened tho
donation basket, and ate their Thanks
giving dinner as mortals might eat who
are permitted to dine with the gods.
And when, at last, an engine snorted
importantly toward them through the
shimmering obscurity of snow, they
asked to be taken back to the farm,
and not on to Sharpsburgh, where o
baffled beauty had passed the day in
giving anything but thanks.
EVA BUST. I
THE EDITOR'S THANKSGIVING
IJV TOM I'. MORGAN.
' What have I to he thankful for?' I
mused the able editor of the Hawville
Clarion, one Thanksgiving' day.
The bore —for every country editor's
sanctum lias its bore, just as much j
as every dog has a tail, and, in i
reality, more so. If a dog is deprived i
of his tail he will never, never get an- ;
other, but if a newspaper ollice loses |
its bore his place is soon tilled by a sue- j
cessor.
The particular bore that infested the j
Clarion office was like the bore that in- j
fests every other country newspaper [
office. He came day after day, and sat j
and gabbed and blabbed and spat and 1
blew where he listed. Upon this oc- |
casion he was engaged in the arduous
task of overhauling the editor's barrel
of exchanges. Whatever it was that
he" wanted to find, it was always at the
bottom of the barrel. When he dug
down in the barrel and turned the bot- j
torn part of its contents up to the top,
the particular periodical that he
yearned for was still at the bottom. • i
Meanwhile, the editor, grown callous j
to the presence of the bore, mused j
sadly:
4 Man wants but little here below— j
and generally pets it. What have I to
be thankful for?"
Times had gone hardly with him dur- ;
ing the past summer and autumn. The
pawpaw crop had been a total failure, j
and he had not seen a complimentary j
ticket to a circus in many moons. He
had not received a dollar on subscrip- i
tion all the week, nor a peck of* coun- j
try produce since early in the month. I
44 Vox Populi," his trusted correspond- j
ent. had risen against him two or three .
times recently and unbhisldngly ad'
voeated theories diametrically nntl
paddling, so to speak, to the political
policy of the editorial side of the paper.
This had lost him subscribers.
Things had gone from bad to worse
till now he was down to zero in
finances and feelings. Recently the
•wife of his bosom had eloped with a
man who owed him eighteen dollars,
leaving the editor with three small
red-headed children on his hands.
And now, as if fate, having gotten
him down, was desirous of dancing on
IMMERSED IN A BARREL OF EXCHANGES.
his neck, only last night a delegation
of the reform committee had broken
into the office and embezzled the resi
due of his ink and used it in tar and
feathering a superfluous citizen who
was not a subscriber.
The red-headed children were crying
for bread, and so the editor took them
out and seated them on the fence posts,
In the hope that the red-headed wood
peckers would be struck by the family
resemblance and feed them.
During the absence of the editor a
large man, dressed in a beetling frown
and a huge aquatic-elm club, strode
into the office. The bore's head was
still immersed in the barrel of ex
changes, and, as all men look much
alike in that attitude, the visitor nat
urally mistook the bore for the editor
and fell upon him with the club just
mentioned.
It is sufficient to say that the large
man pounded the bore down into the
barrel well nigh to the bottom, tamped
him in firmly and departed whistling a
merry lay. When the editor returned
and had broken open the barrel and
gazed upon the quivering carcass of
the bore, he lifted his hands on high
and cried:
"I am thankful from the bottom of
my soul for what I didn't get!" '
HE WAS PERFECTLY SAFE.
I
i.
The Dog—Well, I'd just like tor see
anyone eat me on Thanksgiving day,
that's all! Life.
Warding Off the Evil.
"John," said Mrs. Wildspruce, with
affected nonchalance, "do you smoke
strong or mild cigars?"
"Um!" responded Mr. Wildspruce,
speaking with marked emphasis, "after
December 25 I mean to give up smoking
altogether."—Chicago Record.
A Wile Plan.
First Roy—We always spend Thanks
giving at my grandmother's in tlio
country.
Second Roy—What for?
First Roy—Oh, I don't know. So
we'll have lots of good things to be
thankful f<r, 1 guess. —Good News.
The l>yspoptic'l SOUR.
Thanksgiving day has come again:
The t.iblo groans with toothsome food.
And were It not for Friday's pain,
That always treads on Thursday s train,
I should be full of gratitude.
-Harper s Bazar
BY LOU : CHAPtil' \
HEN the flel.is,
iripened grain,
lie yellow and bare under the wan
ing light of the year, it is fitting
that wo would muse upon the past,
and, remembering the promise of
spring, the beauty of summer and the
fulfillment of autumn, should draw
therefrom hope and inspiration for the
future. Verily, the life of man is as
that of the "grass which perishcth,"
and the life of nations is the aggregate
of the existence of its individuals, and
all have within their death the germ of
the after-existing. Not a root of en
deavor and longing sinks down into
eternity, drops its flower and seed and
is forgotten of earth, but has its res
urrection, and there is not a storm that
bows the head nor a lightning flash
that rends the soul with pain but carry
on their wings radiance for the flower
and vigor for the seed.
The year over which now the ashes
of remembrance are scattered has been
to our nation a time of travail. From
the hearthstone of the artisan have gone
up the wail of hungry childhood and
the prayer of destitute mothers. The
hammer and the anvil have been cov
ered with rust. The heart-beats of
commerce have been so faint and feeble
that timid souls, gazing from afar upon
our afflicted nation, have cried that she
was upon the verge of dissolution, that
her proud edifices of Fraternal Love
and Domestic Content were crumbling
to the dust. The seasons have frowned
upon the husbandman, and there has
been distress east and west, north
and south; fire and famine, flood
and insurrection have touched the
land, and yet the patriot people of our
country, though still thrilling with the
memory of recent grief, can look up to
Heaven and thank God for what the
year lias brought. It is not in the sun
light of prosperity that the soul real
izes to the full its blessings, but only
when it has just emerged from the
shadow of calamity is it able to com
prehend the chastening love that
"wounds to heal."
Again has that lesson of the immuta
bility of the law of progressive crea
tion —the "survival of the fittest"—
been read by those who see in the
events of each passing day the details
of the scheme by which the world is to
be lifted to grander planes of thought
and action. The triumph were barren
were its teachings unheeded. The
winds, sighing above the graves of
those who perished in their madness,
or fell victims to the inexplicable fren
zy of wanton force, bear to us not only
the sound of weeping, they are fraught
with whispers of promise. Liberty,
our mother, our goddess, our best be
loved, smiles while the tear-drops are
yet wet upon her cheeks. Law, ob
scured for a moment by the gathering
clouds, still stands in untarnished
glory and dignity, her scepter touch
ing the eastern and western seas, her
garments brightening the whole land,
as the light from the sacred veil, behind
which was God, glorified the temple in
days of old.
Rowing our faces to the dust we offer
up our thanks, and as we listen to the
sweet-toned bells ringing out the
familiar strains: "Praise the Lord, all
ye people, worship llim in the beauty
of holiness," our souls echo the sounds.
Our harvest may be scanty, the glean
ers may not have returned with sing
ing, but the breast of earth and of
futurity will yield to us treasure all the
richer for the present hoarding; gladder
because we have learned our lesson
aright; sweeter, for the fruit will have
been ripened by the storm as well as
the sun. We take our little ones by
the hand and leading them forth, point
to the barren fields and say: "Remem
ber, oh, my son, the chastening of the
Lord; he wise, oh, my daughter, with
the wisdom of sorrow, and forget not
the thank-offering that is more grate
ful to deity than the wealth laid on
/olden altars. High resolves for the
future; repentance for the mistakes of
the past; loyalty to the teachings of
•>ur fathers who sealed their faith in
>ur country's destiny with their blood;
the cherishing of the ideals that have
raised men from primordial chaos and
will elevate them to ideal excellence;
.heso, oh, my children, be thy offer
ngs!" Gratitude which has within it no
•enunciation of self, no striving after
reciprocal virtue as far as it lies within
human power, no soul dedication, is as
barren as the fallow fields, as unfruit
ful as the thorns and thistles.
Thanksgiving.
Hie scythe of the mower—lts music is o'or--
I'hc fruit of the harvest are gathered in store.
Abundant reward for a season or toil
The ctrth h is returned from hor generous soil.
And now, with the autumn leaves o'er her
breast,
Klie turns to the sleep of renewal and rest.
While we, with her bounties heaped high on
the board,
Pass round the good faro and the Jubilant '
word
With tlmnkfulost laughter, with merriest
cheer,
And share with each ether tho gifts of the
year.
—Mrs. George Archibald. In Judge.
And Was Detained.
Mine. Gobbler—My children, I liavo i
sad news for you.
The Little Gobblers—What?
Mine. Gobbler (breaking into sobs)
—Your poor, dear father attended a
Thanksgiving dinner yesterday —Chi-'
cngo Record.
Cause for Thankfulness.
Shanghai—Everyone has something
to be thankful • for, if he only stops to
think.
Gosling—What have we, pray?
Shanghai—That Thanksgiving cornea !
but once a year.—Brooklyn Life.
What
We Are Now
Doing for You! ;
Selling dress gingham ut 5c per yurd.
Plaid dress goods, 5c per yard.
Sterling calicoes, 4Jc per yard.
Hcmnant calicoes, 4c per yard.
Remnant outing lianncls, 4|c per yard,
ltcmnant linings, 4c per yard.
White cambric, He per yard.
Homespun hlunkcts, 75c per pair.
Gray blankets, 09c per pair.
All-wool blankets, $2.00 per pair.
Horse blankets, $1.25 per pair.
Sheeting, two und one-halt' yards wide, 17c
per yard.
Good muslin, 5c per yard; twenty-one yards,
SI.OO.
Good quilts, 50c each.
Boys' suits, SI.OO.
XT nderwear
Very 01xea,p.
Men's fine calf shoes, $1.75; worth $5.00.
Ladies' shoes, from SI.OO up.
Hoys' overcoats, five to thirteen years, $1.25.
The best bargain of all! Selling Hl'ty-cent
dress goods l'or 25c foe the balance of this
month.
Good double shawls, $2.50.
Beaver shawls, $5.25.
Lace curtuins, 40c; worth 75c.
Children's grain shoes, numbers ten to two,
SI.OO.
Wall paper very cheap.
All colors of window shades, 25c.
Curtain poles, 20c each.
Furniture and carpets. Look at this! A good
couch, $4.00; better, $1.50 up to $15.00.
A large oak bedroom suit, eight pieces, $2-",.00.
Large center tables, solid oak, $1.25 to $3.50.
We carry complete lines
of all kinds of furniture,
and will give ten per
cent off to cash buyers.
Did you sec our $10.75 oak side boards?
Carpets, from 25c a yard up.
O-rooeries and.
Provisions.
Six bars Lenox soap, 25c.
Six pounds oat meal, 25c.
Five pounds ginger cakes, 25c.
Two cans salmon. 25c.
Five cans corned beef, SI.OO.
Good oolong tea, 25c; live pounds, SI.OO.
Four pounds good raisins, 25c.
Three pounds mixed cakes, 25c.
Four pounds oyster biscuits, 25c.
Sodu biscuits, by the barrel, 4 jo.
Yours truly,
J. G. BERNER.
CITIZENS' BANK
OF FREELAND, (
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CAPITAL, - $50,000.
, OFFICERS. -f.
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)I. C. Boons, Vice I'rcsldcnL
B. K. Davis, Cashier.
Charles Dusheck, Secretary. (
PI RECTO]IS.—Jos. Birkbeck, H. C. Koons,
Thos. Birkbeck, A. ltudcwiok, John Wagner,
Cluia. Duuhcck, John Burton, Michael Zciuauy.
XrST Three per cent, interest paid on saving
deposits.
Open daily from 9a.m. to 3 p. m. Saturdays
' Close at 12 noon. Opcu Wedncsduy evenings
from tl to 8.
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Dentist.
Located permanently in Birkbeck brick,
second floor, rooms 1, 2 and 3, over Smith's
shoe store, Freeland, Pa.
Gas and ether administered for the pain
less extraction of teeth. Teeth filled and ar
tificial teeth inserted.
Reasonable prices and
ALL WORK GUARANTEED.
A. Goepperl,
proprietor of the
Washington House,
11 Walnut Street, above Centre.
The best of whiskies, wines, gin cigars, etc.
Call in when in that part of the town.
Fresli Beer and Porter on Tap.
CHEAP WATCHES.
A Chance to Get
a Good Watch.
Wehrman, the reliable watchmaker, is sel
ling watches at the lowest prices. Clocks,
jewelry, etc., are all away down. This is
your opportunity to purchase first-class goods
at extraordinary low figures. Call now.
REPAIRING OF ALL KINDS.
CONDY 0. BOYIE,
dealer iu
Liquors, Wine, Beer, Etc,
The finest, brands of domestic and
imported whiskey on sale at his now
and handsome saloon. Fresh Koehos
tor and Ballcntine beer and Young
ling's porter on tap.
Centre - Street, - Five - Points.
COTTAGE HOTEL.
Washington and Main Streets.
FRED. HAAS, Prop.
Firet-class accomodation for permanent and
transient guesta. Good tublo. Fair rutut. Bar
finely stocked. Stable attacked.
Anihraeile e.ml used el ~-i vel v. in.suriii"
; cleanliness and comfort. K
ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS.
NOV. 1, 1804.
j LEAVE FEEELAND.
(106, 8 25, o:ti. io Un m, 1 3S, 2 27, 040 4 2.1
|(. 13,8•>, 8 0!, nr.- t> 111, f,„. Ilrilt,in. Jeildo, Liilut
l "liW.'S 1 "" Uanluton.
I 0 05, s2i, 955 am, ! :t 10 ; t, In •....
j Mauch ( lninl< :w Ul.-nt. ) w!., Bethlehem, 5 Pliila.,
{ 0 05, 9 55, 10 41 a in, 2 27, 4 25, 058 p m for
*'' S, V.' n - l ! n ! lwul11,1,(1 I'ottsville!
i iti !#• . u-i"'. i, 1 ;il h ,n j (via Highland
lb anch)lor \\ bite Haven, tilen Summit, Wilkes-
Barro, 1 ittston and L. and B. J miction.
SUNDAY TRAINS.
11 40 a m and 5 45 p m for Drifton, Jeddo, Lum
ber Yard and Hazleton.
345 p>m for Bcluno, Mahanoy City, Shenan
doah, New \ ork and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND.
7 20, 9 27, 10 50, 11 54 a in, 32 6s, 2 15, 4 51, 533
bcr 5 aid, Jeddo and Drifton
7 20, 9 27, 10 56 am, 2 15, 4 :q, 0 58 p in, from
Delano, Mahanoy city und Shenandoah (via
New Boston Branch).
12 58, 5 55, 8 47 p in, from New York, Easton
Chunk Bethlehem, Allen town and Mnueli
9 27, 1050 n m, 12 58, 5 55, 0 58, 847 p m from
Et A ß £? n d,?! ,ilw *' ih'Gilehem und Munch Chunk.
955, 10 41 a ni, 2 27,0 58pm lroin White Haven
Glen Summit, Wilkes-Uarre, I'ittston und L. and
B. Junction (via Higiiland Branch).
SUNDAY TRAINS.
1131 a m and 531p m, from Hazleton, Lum
ber \ urd, Jeddo and Drilton.
and Eiwton ,OUi I>eluno ' Hasleton, Philadelphia
3 31 p m from Delano and Mahanoy region.
For further information Inquire of Ticket
Agents.
CIIAS. S. LEE, Gcn'l Puss. Agent,
KOLLIN 11. WILDI-K.Ocn.Bupt. Hiisl'.'uj'v!'"'
A. \\. NUN NEMAC 11 Elt, Ass't G. P. A.,
South Bethlehem, Pa.
THE DELAWARE, SUSQUEHANNA AND
6GUUYLKILL RAILROAD.
Time table In effect June 17, 1834.
Trains leave Drifton for Jeddo, Eokley, ITazlo
Brook. Stockton, Heaver Meadow ltoud, lb win
and Hazleton Junction nt 0 Ul, 0 10 a in, 12 09,
4 09 p m, daily except Sunday, and 4 05 a m, 2 58
p m, Sunday.
Trains leave Drifton for Harwood, Cranl orry,
Tomhickcu and Derlngcr at GUU a 111, 12 09 p in,
daily except Sunday; and 7U3 a 111, 2 38 p m,
Sunday.
Traius leave Drifton for Oneida Junction,
Harwood Hood, Humboldt ltoud, Oneida und
Shcppton Ht.fi 10 a in, 12UJ, 4 09 p in, daily except
Sunday; and 7 05 a m, 2 38 p 111, Sunday.
Trains leave Hazleton Junction lor Garwood,
Cranberry, Tomhlcken and Deriuger at 037 a
m, 1 49 p ui, daily except Sunday; and 8 47 u 111,
4 18 p in, Sunday.
Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Oneida
Junction, Harwood Koud, Humboldt Boad,
Oneida and Sbeppton at 0 47,9 58 am, 12 40, 440
p 111, daily except Sunday; and 7 40 u 111, 508 p
m, Sunday.
Tr. ina leave Deringer for Tomhicken, Cran
berry, Harwood, llazlcLon Junction, Houu,
lleuver Meadow ltoud. Stockton. Huzlc Brook,
Eckley, Joddo and Drifton lit 2 39, 007 p in,
daily except Sunday; and 9 37 a m, 507 p 111,
Sunday.
Trains leave Shcppton for Oneida, Humboldt
ltoad, Harwood ltoud, Oneida Junction, Hazle
ton Junction a*id Hoan at 85], 10 10am, 1 15,
5 25 p in, daily except Sunday; and 8 14 u in. 3 4a
p in, Sunday.
Trains leuvo Siieppton for Beuvcr Meadow
Road, Stockton. Ilazle Brook, Eckley, Jeddo
and Drifton at 10 10 a m, 5 25 p 111, daily, except
Sunday; and 8 14 a 111, 3 -15 p in, Sunday.
Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Beaver
Meadow Road, Stockton, liazlo Brook, Eckley,
Jeddo und Drilton at 1058 am, 3 10, 5 47, 058 p
in, dully, except Suuduy; and 10 08u in, 558 p in,
Sunday.
All trains connect at Hazleton Junction with
electric cars for Hozloton, Jeoncsvilic, Aiulen
ried und other puinta on Lehigh Traction Go's.
It. It.
Trains leaving Drifton ato 10 a in, and >'hepn
ton at 831 a 111, und 1 15 p m, connect at Oneida
Junction with L. V. It. It. trains cast und west.
Train leaving Drifton at OO*J a 111 makes con
nection at Deringer with I'. it. It. train for
Wllkea-Barre, Suubury, Uarrisburg, etc.
B. B. COXB, DAN 1 EL COXR,
President, bnpciiiitcndcnt.
Dli. N. MALEY,
l> K XT IST. ,
Located permanently in Birkbcck's building,
rooms 4 and 5, second floor. Special attention
paid to all branches of dentistry.
ALL OPERATIONS
PERFORMED WITH CARE.
All work guaranteed. Office hours: 8 to 12
A. M.; 1 to 5 P. M.; 7 to 9 P. M.
FRANCIS BREHHAH'S
RESTAURANT
151 Centre street.
EXCELLENT LIQUORS,
BEER, PORTER,
ALE, CIGARS, Etc.
All Rinds of
TEMPERANCE DRINKS.
Harness!
Harness!
Light Carriage Harness,
$5.50, $7, $9 and 110.50.
Heavy Express Harness.
$10.50, sl9, S2O and $22.
Heavy Team Harness,
double, $25, S2B and $l3O.
GEO. WISE,
Jeddo and Freeland, Pa.
A new stock of blankets, lap
robes, buffalo robes, etc., just
arrived, are selling cheap.
DePIERRO - BROS^
CAFE.
Corner of Centre and Front Streets,
Freeland, Pa.
Finest Whiskies in Stock.
Gibson, Dougherty, Kaufer Club,
Hoscnblutlfs \ civet, of which we have
EXCLUSIVE SALE IN TOWN.
Munun's Extra Dry Champagne,
Henuess 5- Brandy, Blackberry,
Gins, Wines, Clarets, Cordials, Etc.
Im)Y>rtcd and Domestic Cigars.
OYSTERS IN EVERY STYLE.
Ham and Schweitzer Cheese Sandwiches,
Sardines, Etc.
MEALS AT - ALL - HOURS.
Ballentiiic and Hazleton beer on tap.
Baths, Hot or Cold, 25 Cents.
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