®GbULbmSminc£iv tU ILLY STAPLE-. TON was unde- J nlably a queer boy—the only queer boy i the class. Miss Bollingsw o rth might teach as she would, * Billy never x * took her teach ing as the other boys took it They sat and listened respectfully and at tentively as well-brought-up boys should; but Hilly just kept one eye on her, and with the other eye all the rest of him seemed to be thinking the lesson out to himself. The other boys, it must be owned, regularly forgot from Sunday to Sunday what Miss Ilollingsworth told them, but Billy. Hilly remeln bered always; and always he applied tho lesson to his own life in such a way as suited himself. Hilly was not a well-brought-up boy. How could he be when he had no fa ther, no mother, no brother, no sister, and depended mainly upon the exer tions of Hilly Stapleton for his liveli hood. He was thirteen, and tho other boys ranged in age as high as sixteen. When he was nine years old he had been left an orphan with a very small sum of money, the Income of which barely paid his board and lodging at tho Widow Grimby's. lie had been put to board there by the town, because Widow Grim by needed money that the county must otherwise supply. His fare, then, was not sumptuous, and his coarse gar ments were such as he had been able to earn for himself by doing little odd jobs before and after school during the school year, and any time of day in vacation. And while he worked 1 tilly practiced what he learned froxn Miss Hollingsworth's teaching. The Sunday school opened. There sat Hilly in his place, for Hilly was never late. llis straight, bristly hair apparently gave him no trouble, for. according to its custom, it had ar. ranged itself and was standing cheer fully on end all over his head; his bright blue eyes sparkled and every freckle on his little nose looked alert. The other boys all sat nearer to Miss Hollingsworth than Hilly. He always sat in the outermost chair in the row; some way the outermost of everything seemed to be Billy's special province. "What application will lie make of this lesson?" thought Miss Hollings worth. She was a very good young lady, but she did not understand boys, and particularly she did not under stand Hilly. And yet all the boys liked her, and Hilly never dreamed that ho was a constant puzzle to her. That day she had hit upon a partic ularly happy illustration of a point in the lesson. Hut it was not till the hour was almost up that she began to de scribe to her boys the boomerang— that wonderful curved club which re turns to the neighborhood of the sen der, and not only to his neighborhood but sometimes upou his head. "Hoys," she said, "I want you to re member that every act of your lives is a boomerang. ICvory unkindness you do to another, every hateful word you speak to or of another, will come back to injure you. It may be a long time coming; but it will come." And then the lesson was done, and Miss Hollingsworth, flushing under tho intentness of Hilly's eye, turned her face toward the superintendent. It was a long walk from the church to Widow Grimby's, and Hilly had plenty of timo to talk tho lesson over with himself on the way. This was another queer trait he had—ho talked to himself. Hut then he had hardly anyone else to talk with; for Widow Urimby was unsocial and he had few acquaintances. "I'll get me some of them things," he was saying, "Boomerangs she called 'era. Just make 'em out of deeds. Hut I'll make the kind that hit soft and easy and not whack like an ice snowball. I can do it, if what she said is so. Stands to reason if bad ness comes back to whack you, good ness must come to hit you easy." On their way home, and their way led in a direction opposite to Hilly's, the other boys were talking; and they were saying that some duy the}' were going to travel to that far country and see those natives throw boomerangs. The next morning was frosty. And Hill} r , after such a breakfast us Widow Grimby saw fit to furnish him, was off betimes to Squire Ilafferty's wood lot, 'or he had been engaged by the squire to wheel his sawed and split wood to the shed. Squire Ilafferty was an old-fashioned man, rather stiff and "rheumaticky" in his joints. He believed in having everything done just so; and that was why ho had hobbled down to the wood lot lie wanted to start Hilly just right. Tho little round sticks were to bo piled by themselves, tho split sticks in another place, and the "chunks" in Btill another. But starting in a hurry, for Billy had been unexpectedly prompt ho had come without his glasses. He felt in all his pockets, for he needed them. lie wanted to take a good look at Hilly, who was almost a Btranger to him. "Here's tho chance to make me one of them boomerangs and let it fly," thought Hilly, as the slow old feet turned to retrace their steps. "Let mo run, sirl" he exclaimed; "I'll have 'em here in a jiffy." The squire let him run. "When I get a good look at him I shouldn't be surprised if I see a likely lad," was his grateful thought; but his tongue said nothing beyond a ceremonious "Much obleeged to you," on the boy's return. "There's one of 'em dono a'ready," thought Hilly, a little out of breath from haste. "Makes me feel good to think it'* coming back to hit me ca- chug and easy some day. A boy can't be so very lonesome with boomerangs a-hitting him often. 'Most as good as having somebody you like say: •Hello."' And all the time one eye was on the squire, unci the other eye and all the rent of llu*boy seemed lost in thought. "That's a queer boy," said the old man to himself, observing him sharply through liis Bpeotaelcs. "Queer! Now I remember I used to be called queer ii.yself Don't know but I am yet. vV*oil, two queer ones ought to be able to make out together." The squire looked quite cheerful a9 he gave his instructions: "Nov mind, boy! What's your name?" "Billy Stapleton." "Ch! Now mind, Hilly, all you've '* >t to do is j\u t to do as I tell you. I h...<a boy here last year, and spite of .ili I could do he just mixed them dif .erent kinds of sticks all up. 1 ain't •i htly settled it in my mind yet whether lie done it a-purpost or not." "1 won't mix 'em," answered HiJly, jhoer.lv "Sect you don't," returned tho qiiro. "Wo::dcr if I can't make a boomer- ang out o' fair dealin'," said Hilly, wiieti lie was left alone. "I ain't got tunc to be doin' favors for people very much, and besides I don't get the chance. This town seems to think Widow Grimby's all I want for com pany. Tlicy wouldn't if they could see her set by the hour a-sayin' nothin' to nobody. I guess I'll try raakin' a boomerang out of this wood wheelin' an' pllin'." "Well! welll I declare for't!" com mented the squire—his dim old eyes sparkled and his lips were parted in a delighted smile—"this is something like!" And then he paid Billy. "That must be one o' j'our swift fly in' boomerangs," reflected the boy, with a whimsical smile, as he jingled his coins on the road home. "I thought I just felt it touch me when the squire was so tickled. Fair deal in's the word." He had lost half a day's school, a thing in Hilly's case sometimes neces sary to be dono when a good job of fered itself, and there were lessons waiting to be made up; but "Fair deal in's the word," he repeated. Tho squire lived with his sister, who was a maiden lady. He was a bachelor. That night he thought often of the even rows of wood in the shed, and he thought often of his own rheumatic joints. "What business has the town a-put ting that boy to board at Widow Grimby's? If I had him here he could ill "WELL, TIIIB IS SOMETHING I.IKE.'' build fires of mornings and lug out ashes without spilling them, and get in all the wood and water without making a mess and tracking in more dirt for Margaret to clean than he's worth. I'm getting too old for such work, and I'm u-going to have him here if 1 can get him. 'Twill be best for him and 'twill be best for me." That was how it happened that he waylaid Hilly the next morning. The boy lent a favorable ear to all the old man had to say. "The Widow Grimby don't like me anyhow," he' responded. "Don't she? Why not?" asked the .-quire, with e.-.uli ><;s anxiety. "Well, for something I can't help," he answered whimsically. "She says she never did have no uso for boys; r.u I I'm a boy, you know." The old man laughed. "1 > that ull?" Hill}' nodded. "Hoys eat too much," he t, .id. "She says she can't make nolhln' Ueopin' m •. and boarders had ought to be a profit." "I'm going before the trustees of the poor and get you changed off to me," bald tho squire, with decision. Hoys nee 1 lookin <• after as well as Widow Grimbys. I'll feed and clothe you for what you can do. and then your mon y can be out at interest till you're a man. Hovv'll that suit you?" B.lly almost caught his breath in as tonishment. "Well, it'll suit," lie answered. And then with a handshake tho old man and tho boy separated. "Tell you what!" said Hilly, as he w.-nt on to school, "this boomerang business is a pretty big business. 1 wasn't lookin' for nothin' only to have it make me feci gold, and here it's got me a homo. Wonder if badness hits as much harder than you think it will •when it gets back? I'll i*wk tho squire when I get there to live."—N. Y. In dependent. The Selfl-di Wretch. A gentleman gave his mother-in-law a black s.lk dress. An intimate friend said; "You have had a present of a new black silk from John, I hear." The old lady said: "John Rammous is a selfish creatur'; lie knows what ho is about. He knows 'it is more blessed to give than receive,' and is after tho blessing."—Judge. Looking Forward. "I wish I didn't have such a name," said little Wilkinson Petcrby Rootcr turn, discontentedly. "Why?" asked Tommy Atlcins. "Because it 'll be so bard to say when I run for president. People will start to yell 'Hooray for—' and that's at far as they'll gcfcl"—Puck. Fuclt n N'eo Young Man, Too. Mrs. ITashloigh— Such a gentleman, that Mr. Uallrume was! Never com plained if he hud no towels, never sneered at the prunes or made remarks about the napkins. Hut for his one great fault I'd never have let liim leave the house. Forth Flolir—Oh! he had a fault, had he? Mrs. ll:ishlclgh—Yes; he thought if he sat around praising things, it wasn't necessary to pay board.—Puck. A 8m:&ll Hoy's Little Joke. "Pop," said little Caleb Penquin, 'why arc soldiers like rdeks?" "Because they stand fast," said Mr. Penquin. "Nope," said Caleb. "Because they never fly," said Mr. Penquin. "Nope," said Caleb. "Why is it, then, Caleb?" said Mr. Penquin. "'Cause they're both drilled," said little Caleb.—N. Y. Sun. Easily Explained. Lady (to her husband) —I am grow ing so fat that I am beginning to feel quite alarmed about it. I have just dis covered that I weigh two hundred and forty pounds. "Two hundred and forty pounds! And where did you get weighed?" "On the butcher's scales." "Oh, then, calm yourself! You weigh exactly half."—Le Figaro Two Sorts of Pride. Little Miss Mugg (proudly)— Pop has bought this house, and paid for it, too. Little Miss Freckles (loftily) —Wo wouldn't want to be known as the owners of such a miserable house as that. Little Miss Mugg (angrily)— You live in a worse one. Little Miss Freckles (triumphantly)— We onty rent it.—Good News. Contempt of Court. Lawyer—l ask your honor to fine mo for contempt of court. Judge— You have not shown any con tempt of court, colonel. Lawyer—Perhaps not, sir, but I've been feeling it all the same, while your honor was sitting down on my authori ties and overruling my points.—Truth, (letting: Scares. Stage Villain—l have a scheme to rob a bank. Second Stage Villain—lmpossible! Stage Villain—Why impossible? Second Stage Villain —Where are you going to find one that hasn't already been robbed?—N. Y. World. A Choice of Evils. Landlady—Would you advise me to send my daughter to a cooking school or to a music school? Boarder (reflectively)— Well, I think I'd send her to a cooking school. It may be more fatal in its results, but it isn't anything like so noisy.—Detroit Free Pupil WUH More Picturesque. Johnny (who has jammed his finger) —Plague take it! Teacher—Oh, Johnny, you shouldn't say that! Johnny—You'd oughter to hear my papa when ho hurts hisselfl —Boston Transcript. It Wouldn't Matter. Little Boy—Sister says she's never going to marry anyone that's in trade. She says she's goin' to marry a profes sional man. Old Lady—Well, it won't matter. The little dear nover did have much appetite, anyway.—N. Y. Weekly. Easily Accounted For. "Yes, sir," he said with a grand sweep of the hand; "I have never had a poem rejected by a newspaper in my life." "llow do you account for it?" "The easiest way in the world. I never write poetry."—Judge. The Title. " Kind hearts are more than coronct3, M But somehow with tho belles, In choosing mutes for life It is The coronet that tells. —Washington Star. ENTITLED TO SYMPATHY. .rast. Mrs. "Lennox—Grace Arbuthnot lives over there; you remember her, don't you? Aunt Sally Wayback—'What, little Grace in that big house? My, what a lot of windows she has to clean!—N. Y. Ledger. (lotting Kven. Austere Lady—Madame, your child Is annoying me with Its attention! I wish you would keep it to yourself. Mother (suppressing her anger)— Oil! you must oxeuso him. He thinks you are his grandmother, and ill' is very fond of iter. —Punk. Two Important Factors. A. The barrel is becoming very prominent in politics. 11. —Yes, hut the barrel don't hold a candle to tho bottle in politics.—Texas Siftings. 110 Was Deceived. Tom —So your engagement with Miss Flirty is declared off. I suppose she isn't all your fancy painted her. Dick —Worse than that, she isn't all she paints herself.—Texas Siftings. By tho Way. "The servant girl is the burning ques tion of the hour," remarked Bones, ufter tasting the lamb chops at break fast.—Truth. MODERN CHAFING DISH. Rcclpcs for Savory Dishes, Easily Made by u Mere Novice. The chafing dish is the fashion of the the hour, extending to all classes of society, and a fad which will grow into a practical institution of the cuisine, in ; even the humblest household. Five years ago the average individual hardly knew what a eluding dish was. hut now in many a small apartment are known full well the joys of savory suppers served informally and gaylj from the bright ami cheerful nickel chafer that may be bought anywhere for s'2 or SM, and which has become in more ways than one a precious boon tr the light and economical housekeeper Like all new things this popular uten si I is old -very old, in fact—for it is said that in the early Grecian days the women cooked in a sort of a pan, lie neath which burned a pot of oil, and the children of Israel made toothsome t lie. locusts of the desert in a similar manner It was a common utensil with the Assyrians and -the Phoenicians, accord ing to history, and from the excavation of Pompeii we learn that the early Ro mans used it extensively, the dishes and lamps being made of bronze, with much enrichment, after the fashion of the age. The lamps were filled with oiivc oilowhich was smokeless and had a not unpleasant odor. Society women nowadays deem it one of their accomplishments to be well up in chafing-dish art, and to serve from their silver stewpans no end of delicious and indigestible dainties! Mrs. George Gould makes a most de licious rarebit, and she is fond of hav ing late little suppers at Lakewood, with a few genial friends about the chafing dish. Mrs. John Jacob Astor Is an adept also, and has a long list of strange French dishes, besides the rarebit, that she creates in her elaborate skillet at Rhinebeck-on-the-II udson. Here are some savory recipes, easily made by the merest novice in any ordi nary chafing dish: First of all, the Welsh rarebit, which requires for four people a pound and a half of cheese—cream cheese in no way strong—a tablespoonful of butter, a tea spoonful of dry mustard, a pinch of salt, a sprinkling of cayenne, two eggs beaten well, and half a pint of clear ale, together with about eight slices of dry toast. Put the butter into the chafing dish; when nearly melted add the cheese cut fine, the mustard, salt and cayenne; stir constantly, and add the eggs when the cheese is nearly melted, and the ale slowly, to prevent burning. Servo hot on the toast. Some people prefer cream in place of the ale, and the eggs may bo omitted, although the rarebit is said to be less indigestible with them. beefsteak a la mode: Take a pound of beefsteak, cut about an inch thick, two tablcspoonfuls of butter, three slices of lemon, a gill of stock or a gill of port wine. Put the butter in the chafing dish with two slices of lemon; TIIK MODERN CHAFING DIBII. when melted add the steak and cook slowly eight or ten minutes; then pour over it the stock or port as preferred. Chicken croquettes: Take four cups of minced chicken, one cup of bread crumbs, three eggs, and a little drawn or melted butter. Roll the chicken, bread crumbs, egg seasoning, and enough drawn butter to moisten the mixture into pear-shaped balls. Dip these into beaten eggs and bread crumbs; put into tho chafing dish and fry brown. Sweetbreads: Take several sweet breads, a tablespoonful of butter, and some strips of salt pork. The sweet breads should bo well washed and dried. Run the pork into them with a needle. Put -the butter into the chaf ing dish, and when hot lay in the sweetbread and cook until brown and the pork crisp. Escalloped oysters: Take a pint of large oysters, two tablcspoonfuls of butter, a gill of cream, two tablespoon fuls of cracker dust and some pepper and salt. Put the cream and butter into the chafing dish. Drain the oy sters and lay in layers sprinkled well with cracker dust, then another layer of oysters with added cracker, and a little butter, salt and pepper. Cook ten minutes covered. Spanish cream pudding: Take one third of a box of gelatine, one quart of milk, four eggs, one and a half cups of sugar, a teaspoonful of vanilla, and a pinch of salt. Soak tho gelatine one hour in milk. Beat the yolks of the eggs and the sugar together, add to the milk and pour into the chafing dish. Cook twenty minutes, take off and add the whites of the eggs which have been beaten to a stiff froth; after it has cooled a little add the vanilla and salt, and beat fivo minutes. Pour into a mold and set on the ice.—Chicago Tribune. In Choosing Food for Infants. Consult a child's instinct in its choice of foods. Of course, that instinct may bccomo perverted, but in a normal, healthy case it should be like that of an animal and as fine as the animal's. If it very ardently desires or detests certain parts of its food great attention should be paid to that desire, or that distaste, and not too much forcing along should be used with them. Gay Are the New Dusters. Dusters are now seen In flaunting colors and they have also gone up in price. They have long sterling silver handles and feathers in all the new and oesthetic shades. Dusters of blue feathers as soft as down rival those of cerise In popularity. Mother-o'-pcar! handles are also the vogue. These dusters are supposed to be used by •nilnHv herself and not by her maid- FIRESIDE VERSE. Flower* of I.ovo. Give the living the flowers of love. Let their perfume till the uir. And their sweetness ami beauty cheer Hearts that ure burdened with cure Give tho living the flowers of love. Nor wait till the Journey's o'er, When tho hungry heart and patient lips Are still for evermore. Give tho living the flowers of lovo, Lot each day hold In store Some memory of kindness done To those who go before. Give the living the flowers of love, Oh! bitter tho tears that fall For thoughtless acts and cruel words, When dcuth has ended aIL —Jennie L. Lyall, In Christian Work. A Klgn of Company. M There's company coining!" cried Maysie, In glee, •' For a spider's spun down to the end of his line, It's just over the table that's all set for tea— At home, that's the certuiuest kind of a sign." And the sign was so sure, that for fear It should fall, An idea occurred to this far-sighted elf: • If you'vo no other company spectcd, you know, Why, I guess I could just stay to supper myself." —Lucy L. Pleasants, in Good Housekeeping. Her Majesty. She woars u royal golden crown, Our little, laughing, shy-faced queen; The clust ring curls o'er eyes of brown Are bright as summer starlight's slioen. She sways a scepter o'er us all, And we obey euch proud command; For we are held in slavery's thrall Hy that Imperial, dimpled hand. Her robes of state aro pure as snow, In every hoart sho llnds a throne; In ull the land she has no foe— Tho name of rebel is unknown. Her loyal subjects, low and high, Full many a costly trlbuto bring: Tho glories of her kingdom, I, Her humblo poet-laureate, sing. Around my neck her soft arms twine, My song is smothered in her curls; Her sweet, fresh lips are pressed to mine; Oh, baby—little queen of girls! • —Goldon Daya At Kveniug Time. At evening timo let there be light; Life's littlo day draws near its close; Around me fall tho shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose, To crown my Joys, to end my woes; At evening time let there bo light. At evening timo let there bo light; Stormy and dark has been my day, Yet roso tho morn divinely bright; Dows, birds and blossoms cheered tho way. Oh, for ono sweet, one parting ray I At evening time let there be light. At evening timo there shall be lightl For God hath spoken, it must be; Pear, doubt and anguish take their flight. His glory now is risen on me; Mine eyes shall His salvation see. 'Tis evening time, and thero is light! —Christian Work. The Modern American Woman, Oh, she can write a poem, • And sho can make a stew, Can play on tho piano, And also bake and brow. Sho reads a littlo Latin, ■* And also studies Greek, Can rock the baby's cradlo, And nurse the sick and weak. 3- Can give her husband counsel. Put trimmings on a hat, r ' Deliver an oration, Or work a bordered mat She entertains right royally, Reads law a little, too— Pshaw! Toll of something, can you, A woman cannot do? —Ella Martin, In Womankind. Manhood. Not till llfo's heat has cooled, Tho headlong rush slowed to a quiet pace, And every purblind passion that had ruled years lit last Spurs us In vain, and, weary of tho race, Wo care no moro who losos or who wins— Ah! not till all the best of life seems past Tho best of life begins. To toil for only famo, Hand clappings and the floklo gusts of praise For place or power or gold to gild a name Above tho gravo whereto All paths will bring us, wero to loso our daya, Wo on whoso ears youth's passing bell has tolled, In blowing bubbles, even as children do, Forgetting wo grow old. Dut the world widens when Such hopo of trivial gain that ruled us llos Broken among our childhood's toys, for then Wo win to self control And mall ourselves In manhood, and there rise Upon us from tho vast and windless height Those clearer thoughts tuat aro unto tho son! What stars arc to tho night —St John Adcock, in Spectator. Where Light Is Found. Night, night continually, Will tho dawning never como? My soul Is affright ut tho dark, dark night, And longs for its dreamed-of home. I pray, pray unceasingly For only a single ray, To lighten the doom and dispel tho gloom That lies about my way. See, soo, oh Joyfullyl A light gleams ufar to save. I hasten near and oagerly poor, And behold a waiting grave. —Maud Rlppey, in Chicago Interior Why Shouldn't I ? " My canary bird sings tho wholo day lOU7 Behind his gilded bars, Shut in from all that birds enjoy Under tho sun and stars; The freedom, grace and action fine Of wild birds ho forcgoos; But, spite of thut, .with huppiness His littlo heart o'crflows; ' Tho world lu wide, and birds outside In happy chocr always abide. Why shouldn't I?' •• I, too, must dwell behind tho bars Of toil and sacrttlce; From heavy heart and weary brain My prayers or songs arlso; But all arohnd sad hoarts abound, And troublos worse than mine; If aught of comfort I can bring To them, shall I repine? God's world is wldo; If I can hldo The crowding tears and sing boslde, Why shouldn't 1?" —Helen M. Wlnslow, In Christian Worlf. Our Little Tot. Littlo Tot, Who? Where? What? A fairy waif here, there, everywhere. Is Little Tot. Littlo Tot. A sprightly dot, That lights my eye and warms my Dear Littlo Tot. Little Tot, With lively trot Of little foot, hands pit-a-pat, Bright Littlo Tot. Littlo Tot. A blessed spot Wh >re rests the bonnlo, baby hoa4 Of Little Tot Littlo Tot, Thero is not A life moro dear, moro winsomo than Our Little Tot. —Clark W. Bryan, In Good Housekeeping. CASTORIAI I Printing and Paper! The TRIBUNE'S job printing department now contains the best facilities in the region for turning out first-class work. The office has been entirely re furnished with the newest and neatest type faces for all clas ses of printing. We have also added recently an improved fast running press, which en ables us to turn out the best work in the shortest time. 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