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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.
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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. Our
prices are consistent with good
work.
We carry at all times a large
stock of flat papers of various
weights and sizes, as well as
colored, news and cover papers
of good quality, cardboard, cut
cards, etc., which we will sell
blank at low rates. Our enve
lopes, noteheads, letterheads,
billheads and statements are
made from the highest grade
stock used in commercial print
ing, whilst our prices on this
kind of work are as low as
any. Having a large and pow
erful cutter, we are in a posi
tion to do paper cutting of any
kind at a low figure.
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INSTATE OK BRIDGET MULHEAHN, lute
ill f Frecluiul, deceased.
betters testaiuentury upon the above-named
estate having been grunted to the undersign
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quested to make payment and those having
claims or denmnds to present the same with
out delay to Thomas Mulhoarn, executor.
John M. Curr, attorney.
TESTATE OF BEBECCA YEAGEH, late of
Black Creek township, deceased.
Letters of administration upon the above i
named estate having I men grunted to the
undersigned, all persons indebted to said
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