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FREELAND, PA., MAY 29, 1899.
(Juaylsra and Its Fruits.
From Philadelphia City und State.
Last week a youth, who apparently j
had no evil intent, placed a spike upon j
one of the rails of the Reading Railroad,
and because it happened to be at a most j
inopportune point, a train was thrown
off the track and two men wore killed.
At about the same time a full-grown
man publicly boasted that for purely fac- !
tlonal onds he had blocked the course of
tho Loan bill for noarly a year, during j
which time some six hundred people j
have died of typhoid fever and ten j
times as many have narrowly escaped
death from the same disease, in con
sequence of an impure water supply.
r Had the work contemplated by the
Loan bill been started, we might, even
now, have been reaping some of the
benefit of the improvement to our water
supply, and have been looking forward
confidently to a reduction of our death
rate in the near future, not to speak of
all the other benefits which the citizens j
who voted iu favor of the Loan bill
hoped to dorive from it.
Anything more contemptible than the
act of this man, as he explains it, is
hard to conceive.
The youth, who will doubtless be
found guilty of manslaughter in the
death of the two unfortunate men on
the railroad, will probably go to prison.
The man, who ought to hide his head
in shame, will continue to boast that he
succeeded in preventing his political
opponents from getting the jobs which
he wants his friends to have, and in the
profits of which, we venture to say, he
will, direct'y or indirectly, share when
they get it: he will continue to bo
known as the "Hon." Israel W. Dur
ham, and will continue to hold an im
portant position in tho cabinet of Mr.
Quay's govornor. Such is Quayism,
and such arc its fruits.
What Lower F.ndem Ought to I)o.
It is reported that the Democratic
leaders at tho county seat are looking
up a lower end man to nominate for
register. As it is probable that Register
Kuntz will bo renominated by his party,
the Democrats of the lower end who are
willing to soek office are not anxious to
cross swords for that position.
If the Democratic leaders want to poll
a large Democratic vote in this district
they should allow a lower end Democrat
to be nominated for commissioner.
This is an office which by all that is
fair and right belongs this year to a
Fourth district Democrat, and whether
the leaders favor the idea or not the
delegates from this section should act
as a unit in supporting some one for
commissioner who resides here.
Any good lower end Democrat can be
nominated if the delegates go there, not
in bunches, to be traded to and fro by
some of the party barnacles, but with a
determination that tho rights of the
lower end to representation in the
commissioner's office shall no longer be
ignored.
Tho lower end can get justice only by
going after it in a businoss-liko manner.
Lying Apologists.
The apologists for Governor Stone's
action in cutting §1,000,000 off the
school appropriation claim that this
sum was an extra item placed there to
enable districts to purchase text books
for the scholars and that nearly all tho
districts being now fully supplied with
books there was no necessity for that
item in tho appropriation.
This claim Is a lio. The appropria
tion bill makes no mention of text
•books. It simply appropriates §11, 000,-
000 to the common schools of the state
for the next two years, and those who
allege that it says otherwise are merely
repeating a silly lie which Mr. Stone's
friends set agoing to lossen tho fire of
criticism which his cowardly action
brought forth.
Tho "machine" newspapers which
are spreading this lie broadcast through
out the state must have queer ideas of
their readers' intelligence if they be
lieve a dishonest statement like that
will not react upon them.
TIIM Truth About th Philippines.
Multitudes of letters, nowadays, writ
ten from the Philippines by soldiers to
their friends at home without a thought
of their being published, are getting
into print, and so reveal the true char
acter of the present war that the most
headlong of "patriots ' can hardly resist
the impression naturally mad* by them.
The New York Evening Pot>t, in one of
its recent issues, gives to its readers in
full the letter of a Colorado soldier,
written from Manila, April 9, to a
friend in that 9tato and forwarded by
the latter to the Post, with permission
to use as may seem good, declaring that
"it expresses the sentiments of the
West." We give an extract or two there
from. The soldier, Luther 11. Wiley.
Company C, First Colorado Volunteers,
says:
I have been uncompromisingly op
posed to this war on the Filipino; 1
think it wrong from start to finish.
The "policy," I mean. It was entirely
unnecessary, but now, of course, It
must be fought out. And it looks now
as though the men that enlisted to light
to liberate people must now fight to
enslave them. . . . My heart is not
in this war as it was in the one I enlisted
to fight in, and I go into it simply because
I have to. If I were not a American,
I think I would be helping the Filipinos.
You may well bo glad that you did not
enlist in the war. To be a soldier in
such a cause as we are engaged in is
nothing to be proud of. lam chagrined,
and ashamed to think of it as it is.
In the same issue the Pott prints also
the now well-known letter of Captain
Gustave Schaaf, of the Tenth Pennsyl
vania, written homo from Manila in
March, in which he says:
I do not feel it an honor to war with
these people. Of course, we are here
and will do our duty, a duty that has
been forced upon us by some of the so
called statesmen that should, at this
particular time, bo in our places. It is
a burning shame, and the United States
must forever feel it. I have seen men
die that wero too good to bo put up as
targets for a half-civilized people, all
on account of blunders made by a civil
ized nation like ours. The war we en
listed for is over. We enlisted in a war
in the cause of humanity—or, at least,
so wo were led to believe. Now we are
trying to take from a people what the
American forefathers fought for—in
dependence. Is this humanity? If it
is, I fail to grasp the idea.
Sergeant Williams, a Wyoming sol
dier, also, in writing to his home at
Evanston, in that state, says, among
other things:
I am positive that the entire archipel
ago and its 7,000,000 inhabitants are
not worth one single American soldier's
life to our government. Just as sure as
we retain possession of, and attempt to
govern, the Philippines, so sure will they
prove a financial loss. If I were run
ning matters here, I would say to Aguin
aldo and his ignorant followers, "Take
your islands and welcome to them."
As Williams, it is to be notod, has
just been proraotod to a lieutenancy
for brave and soldierly qualities, his
views are not to bo taken as those of a
disgruntled soldier. Private A. A.
Bailey, of tlio Wyoming battery, at the
close of a letter home, gives a soldier's
impressions of tho Philippine country,
lie says:
You can hot your ears and "every
thing" you have that this is not a white
man's country, and I would not agree
to remain here permanently for a
310,000 starter, and will bo as ready and
willing to return to God's country as
anybody on the islands.
A a banquet on Wednesday night of
last week given by the members of tho
Pennsylvania Medical Society, then in
session at Johnstown, Major Daly, of
General Miles' staff, in response to a
toast, according to the report of the
meeting given by the Philadelphia
Ledger , gave utterance to sentiments of
radical antagonism to what he called
"Imperialism of war lords, and all that
it implies." His remarks called out
enthusiastic approval on the part of his
hearers. He said:
A soldier in two wars, I am opposed
to fhe use of the soldier for anything
but the defense of the honor and laws
of bis country. To take up the work of
destruction of human life in the Philip
pines where the Spaniards were by us
compelled to leave off is revolting to
our sense of right, and to civilize thorn
with sword and cannon is contrary to
modern ideas of philanthropy. And
such benevolent assimilation is worse
than hypocritical, and has not ovon the
element of national advantage to recom
mend It. Warfare in tho Philippines
has drifted away from the methods of
civilization, and tho shooting down of a
people who only desire tho opportunity
to be free and self-governed is contrary
to the essence of our traditions. The
people of the nation have not authorized
it, and it is the work of men elected to
official position for other and bettor
purposes, who, of right, should use our
armies only for tho defense of our
country's honor and not for the conquest
of empire, less it proves for us and our
country an overvault.ing ambition that
leaps and falls upon the other side.
Quay will, apparently, control the
next Republican state convention in
spite of all tho bluster of lho anti-
Quaytles. The latter faction should
vote as they talk or shut up altogether.
HOME-COMING- '• =9
Once more upon the old stile's top
I rest my arms aDd look
Upon the dear, oft-dreamed-of scene
Of meadow land and brook.
The tall fir trees about me stand
Like clustered soldiers grim,
And through their tops the evening
breeze
Sighs, a soft requiem.
Those happy days of long ago,
When life was in its spring,
With youth's glad heart, aB free from
care
As birds that soar and sing.
And dreams of that sweet bygone time
Shine through the dark'ning past
As harbor lights to sailors' eyes,
Storm-tossed, show home at last.
From all the turmoil of my life
I find a sweet release,
And to my burdened, tired heart
Comes God's most perfect peace.
Ah, weary souls, whose dearest dreams
Earth's fate and grind may blight,
Let nature's teachings point the way
If you would find true light.
—MARY DEVEREUX.
so GOESYHE WORLD.
John Wattcrson sat on the edge of
his bed in his little hall bedroom
thinking. The lower drawer of the
bureau in front of him within two feet
of the bed was open, and in it two or
three shirts lay in great disorder, as
though tumbled by an impatient hand.
"They're all pretty bad—frayed and
worn," said John to himself. "It's a
question, though, whether to wear one
of them or buy a new one and go
without a decent dinner. Let's look
again."
He took the shirts out, one after an
other, examined the bosom of each
critically, and threw them in turn on
the bed. Then he opened his wallet
and took out some bills.
"Four dollars, and It's only the mid
dle of the week," he sighed. "I shall
have to buy the new shirt and eat a
30-cent table d'hote at Buccl's."
He threw the shirts into the draw
er.
"If I hadn't sent those flowers this
afternoon " It came over him sud
denly how absurd it was for him to buy
roses, like those. But he remambered
the fine sense of luxury he had experi
enced when buying them—only it was
a bit humiliating to have to ask the
price beforehand. But they were for
her, and he would go without his din
ner any time to be able to send her
flowers. Still, it was absurd. What
a bitter chance of fate it was that had
thrown him into well-bred society,
where people dressed well and dined
well habitually—where he belonged, he
felt, by every right, but the possession
of filthy lucre. He said "filthy lucre"
aloud, and took a certain pleasure in
the phrase. Better for him to have liv
ed quietly and known only the people
he met everyday at his work—and nev
er seen her.
He put on his hat and coat and went
downstairs. As he was opening the
front door his landlady entered the
hall from the- front parlor, and pre
sented him with the bill for his lodg
ing.
"Last week's, Mr. Watterson, you
know "
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Higgins. This Sat
urday I will settle for last week and
this week together. I overlooked it
last Saturday, and I haven't the money
with me just now. But this week Sat
urday "
"Oh, all right. I thought I'd remind
you "
Watterson had closed the door and
was out in the street.
A few minutes later he was sitting
in Bucci's restaurant. He could not
help noting the meanness of the place,
the smoky atmosphere, the cheap pine
chairs with cane seats, the thin table
linen, and comparing them with the
appurtenances of the dinners he had
eaten in private houses. He found a
certain pleasure In doing so. There
was a piquant contrast in dining excel
lently three days a week, and wretch
edly the other four.
"Here I am now at half-past 6 eat
ing in this disgusting place"—he no
ticed that the man who was sitting
opposite him at th* table had his nap
kin tucked under his chin and WUB
eating with his knife —"in two hours
I shall be sitting in a beautiful draw
ing-room, where every object speaks
of refinement and luxury, talking with
It seemed hideous to think of her in
his present surroundings. She did not
know he dined, had to dine sometimes,
in such places. Would she not be dis
gusted with him if she knew? The
thought took away his appetite. He
finished the insipid entree and the
Bicklsh pudding as soon as possible,
lighted a cigarette to take the taste
out of his mouth, and hurried out. On
his way back to hiß room he stopped
at a haberdasher's and bought a shirt.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he be
gan to argue with himself whether he
should go to see her or not. He knew
all the time that he would go. He
realized that it was dangerous for him
to go, that his eyes constantly betrayed
his secret —which he knew she knew.
Could he trust his lips not to betray
It? Three words might put an end to
everything. It was a terrible risk. He
had decided long ago not to tell her,
not until he had the right to say more
than three words. But suppose—yes,
suppose she should care a little—per
haps a great deal—— It was possible.
He recalled two or three glances, two
or three words, soft-spoken at a dance,
which were burned Into his memory.
The old thrill of them returned. Bui
suppose she should not—what then'.
Ah, yes, what then? Anyway, he would
go to see her that night.
He put on his dress clothes and
went out. Half an hour later he climb
ed the steps of a brown stone house,
rang the bell and was admitted.
It -was cold and late when he stood
again on the brownstone steps. The
street was deserted. Some one with
creeklng shoes was walking away in
the darkness. The Insistent clang of
the cable-car bells sounded three
blocks away. Watterson buttoned his
coat tightly around him and walked
slowly down the steps. Which way
should he go? It didn't matter much
—he would walk over to the avenue,
where the cable cars were. As he
walked along the deserted cross street
a perfect calmness came over him.
After all, he was himself, living and
breathing, seeing and feeling. It sur
prised him somewhat that it should be
so, but it made his mere physical
senses strangely acute. He noticed
how hard the pavement was, how
rough the brownstone copings, and he
realized a certain pleasure in these
keen sensations. But at the same
time it seemed to him that part of him
self was absent or asleep —that part
of him that really noticed and felt —
and that it would come back or wake
up to acute sensation —he could not
foresee exactly when.
In the middle of the avenue he stop
ped and peered down into the cable slot.
The light from the arc lamp overhead
poured down into the opening and he
could see the cable and the little
wheels on which it ran. How it rat
tled and galloped along! Miles and
miles of it and hundreds of little
wheels —it was interesting to think of.
Suddenly it occurred to him that he
wasn't interested in the least in the
cable and the little wheels —that there
was only one thing he was really in
terested in, and that thing he wanted
to forget.
"It can never be."
The words rang suddenly In his ears
and stunned him. The cable, the street,
became hazy and indistinct, and at the
same time the part of him that really
felt seemed to come back or awake.
"It can never be." That part seemed
to be repeating like an echo, while he
himself stood gazing at the cable slot
and seeing nothing.
A violent clanging right in his ear
brought him to himself. With a bound
he reached the sidewalk and stood
there with beating heart, while the
cable cars whirred by.
"I will be calm," he said to himself.
"I will walk back and think of some
thing else."
He reached his room in a passive
state of mind. "I am not sleepy," he
thought, as he laid away his hat and
coat. "I will sit down and read awhile
and then go quietly to sleep."
"I am perfectly calm," he said to
himself, after finishing two or three
pages. "I understand perfectly all I
am reading." He had read half a page
further when a snatch of a tune some
how got caught In his head and kept
repeating Itself mournfully over and
over again. He struggled to read on.
Always that snatch of a tune. Why?
He had never heard it under any cir
cumstances to make him remember
it. And yet there was a certain fitness
about it to tha present case. He felt
that and he hated the tune for it. He
threw down the book. "I will go to
bed—and to sleep," he said.
In the darkness his thoughts became
terribly vivid, almost tangible. And
always that snatch of a tune kept re
peating itself like the murmur of the
orchestra In a theater when a melo
dramatic situation occurs. To-day hadi
been marked, different from all other
days. Would to-morrow be like the
others? He wondered what it would
be like? "I shall get up as usual and
breakfast. Where? At the Hopkins.
And what shall I have? Why not a
good breakfast? Yes, I will have some
fruit, and then some coffee and boil
ed eggs and some nice French rolls.
That will not be so different, though.
I have eaten that breakfast before.
But yes, it will li different. Why?
Because of to-day. Yes, that will make
it After breakfast he
should go to the office, see the same
faces, do the same work, but it would
all be different—because of to-day.
"It never can be."
But could it never be? Possibly it
could be, years hence. She would
marry some brute of a husband who
would make her unhappy. Then, after
years, she would be free—somehow.
He would be famous, rich, very rich,
perhaps, then. She would be poor.
They would meet and then it might
be. She would be willing then. But
she had said It never could be and of
course it couldn't be then. He should
be too reconciled to its not being.
But then it was not because he
wasn't rich or famous, it was because
she didn't . He felt something hot
and moist on his cheeks. Why, he was
crying. He didn't mean to let himself
do that. He was glad it was dark. He
felt ashamed. At the same time he
was angry—angry that any one should
have the power to make him cry. He
almost hated her for a moment. Sud
denly, while he was in this mood, the
thought of plßtols came into his mind.
He pictured out what he would do.
He would go and shoot himself on the
doorstep, her doorstep, late at night—
no, early in the morning. He saw
himself lying there, covered with
blood. Somebody opens the door —
screams. He is recognized—bah! what
nonsense. He wouldn't do anything
like that. He would go on living Just
as he bad been living.
Again he saw her married to some
one who made her unhappy; then free.
This time, though, he felt no resent
ment. He was saying something to
her in low tones—the words sounded
in his ears as he lay there in his bed,
but he could not make out Just what
they were, and she was looking up with
that look
"It can never be."
Again the words rang in his ears.
"It Is all at an nd," he said, bury
ing his face in hie pillow. "But I love
her—l love her—l love her!"
THEY BROKE EVEN
Wh* Both Bad * Kicks" to Hake Bnt
Decided te Withdraw.
"Say, I've got a kick to make," ro
ared the angry mat) in the loud check
suit. "I've got two kicks to make!"
"What's the matter?" asked the ho
tel clerk.
"Some fellow in the room right
under mine had a card party iast night
uud the loud talking and singing kept
mo awake until after 2 o'clock. That's
the tirst kick. You ought'nt to allow
disorderly mobs of young men to make
a nuisance of themselves Iu your hotel.
I left word that I was to be called at
6 o'clock. I wasn't called at all, and
I've missed my train. It's 0:30. That's
the second kick. When I come to this
town again I'll hunt up some other—"
"Say," interrupted a red-eyed young
man. grumbling his way up to the
clerk's desk, "I kick! What did you
want to have the boy hammer ut ray
door at 6 o'clock this morning for? 1
didn't leave any orders of that kind.
He spoiled my nap . I haven't slept a
wink, by George,since (i o'clock! If
You can't "
"What's the number of your room?"
asked the man in the check suit.
"It's 40."
"Mlne"s 50. That's the reason con
found it, why 1 wasn't called on time
this morning! The boy went to the
wrong——"
"Are you the man who kept hammer
iug the floor over my room and howl
ing that it was time for decent people
to be in bed and all that sort of thing.?'
"I am sir."
' And you got left this morning, did
you ?"
"I did, sir."
"Clerk. I take back my kick. I'm
even with him."
"Say are you that chap who had that
card party and broke up my night's
rest ?"
"I'm the chap that had that card
party all right enough.
"And you've been tossing on your
bed. trying to go to sleep, for the last
three or four.hours?"
"I have, by George!"
' Clerk, I withdraw both my kicks.
I'm even with him and a little more.
—Kennebec .louruul.
Conversation Slmpllfiod.
"It's a fraud," exclaimed one of the
men who had stopped to read their
papers in the warn) though unpreten
tious little place which serves both as
railway waiting room aud postofflce.
"The whole business is a downright
swindle."
"Of course It Is," answered his
neighbor, who was busily engaged in
pronbunclng under his breath all the
words iu an article on successful fer
tilizing.
"It's an outrage on n confiding pub
lic. and a backset to civilization."
"That's what It Is," was the some
what grudging response.
The liidlguant old gentleman be
came so excited that he had to go out
and walk up aud down the platform.
As his friend glanced up from his pa
per to watch him depart he caught the
eye of a traveling man who, pending
train time, had nothing to do but
watch people
"Excuse me for asking questions
about things that nre none of my af
fair," said the traveling man, "out are
you a mind render?"
"Not that I know of."
"You knew what your friend was
talking about without ills telling you."
"Well, not precisely."
"Hut you answered him as if you
knew."
"Yes, but I wa'n't takin' any risk
In that. I knowed he was maivin' al
lusions to either a 'lection or a prize
fight. An' whichever it was, them
was my sentiments."
No Connotation.
"There's no use in being discour
aged, Victor," said his young wife.
"Remember that when William Cul
len Bryant began to write he ouly got
$2 apiece for his poems."
"Only $2!" exclaimed the strug
gling young literary genius, with bit
ter emphasis oil the 'only.' If I
could get $2 apiece for my poems, Ara
bella, I could make S4O a day."
Caution.
"Shall we shoot or hang him,"
asked the western cowboy. The meth
odical man of business paused to
think.
"Let us not be hasty," he said, "for
hurry begets criminal waste and ex
travagance. The first tiling to do is
to learn the price of rope and compare
it with the cost of ammunition."—
I'earsou's Weekly.
Pn'§ Experience.
"Say, pa," queried Willie the other
morning while preparing his geogra
phy lesson, "how muuy motions has
the earth?"
"I don't know, Willie," replied the
fond parent, as he bound a towel
soaked with ice water about his tlirob
lng brow, but they're numerous,
quite numerous."—Chicago News.
Sympathized With Him.
"And still my warcry Is," exclaimed
the temperance orator, down with al
cohol !"
"I know how to s.vmpthlze with you.
old man," interrupted a man from the
back sents, "I've been down with it
myself more than once."
A .Suitable Receptacle.
Mrs. Wise—What are yon going to
give Marguerite for a wedding pres
ent?
Mr. Wise—Judging by the character
of her Intended I should regard n
tureen as the thing.
Keanonn.
Little Harry—Pa. why do you call It
North Carolina when It's away down
South?
rn—For the same reason that they
call It South Dakota when It's away
up North. I guess.
The lntricsel*. of English
Mionsleur de France—You wind up
ze clock to make him go?
English Tutor—Exactly.
Monsieur de France—Zen what for
you wind up ze heeslnss to make k
stop?— Jewelers' Weekly.
S'gnl Seoul.
The JHser—Bridget, where in thun
der are my collar buttons?
Tlie Maid—Share, an' yez had 'em
In yer pocket whin yez wlnt to church
yesterday.—Ex.
CHANT'S Heap to SHERIDAN
WAS:
"Push Things."
We are pushing things here in away that has brought
us splendid business and a multitude of new faces. People )fc
are beginning to realize that we perform all we advertise to do.
When we said we were selling goods at their real worth every
body did not understand the assertion—it was so different
from some of the stores where they formerly dealt. But many
gave us a trial—and were pleasantly surprised to learn that
our goods were just what we claimed they were—no better,
no worse.
THIS WEEK'S LEADERS:
Hats vary In price from 75c to $2 50; weight, quality, color and price that
straw goods from 5c up. We have an can't be beaten in this town,
unequallod line of Stiff Hats, Alpines, Men's and Boys' Hose can be had at
Fedoras, etc., besides a large assortment all prices. A very tino lino of Summer
of Working Hats and Caps and Hundreds Hose has just been placed on sale,
of Boys' and Children's Hats. For Working Jackets and Overalls of
Madras, Percale, Negligee and many th Wearable Kind you should try the
other kinds of Outing Shirts. Men's make we sell.
and Boys' sizes in every design and We haven't said much about our Shoes
pattern, 25c up. White shirts have lately. Wo were waiting to learn how
made our store their Freeland head- th *>' those who have tried them,
quarters. The reports are coming in every day.
Our lines o[ Collars and CufTs will s.ir- and 11 \ , ? c9 prevents us from V
prisa you in their extent and variety. te '" ng >' OU ll '° ,"' ce re '" ar,<,, ,ua,l ' t
No inferior goods on hand. We guaral.- °" r bh .? KS those who ar. wear
tee what we sell. B lng IbBUI - Meu h , ave tB dus they never
wore a more comfortable shoe, a better
Neckwear bought from us can bo do- shoe for the money, a shoe that fitted so r
pended upon to be the 1899 stylos and well or a shoe that shaped itself to the
makes. We have no stowaways to palm foot so easily. Ail this Is very gratify
off on you. A bewildering display to j n g and has Induced us to further en
select from at 10c per tie up. large our stock of Shoes. Why not give
Underwear from 25c per garment up us a call next time you need a pair?
to 81 gives the buyer a selection in Only Men's and Boy s' Shoes on sale.
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DePIERRO - BROS.
-CAFE.-
Corner of Centre and Front Htreete,
Freeland, Pa.
Finest Whiskies in Stock.
Gibson, Dougherty, Knufur Club,
Ztotoubluth's Velvet, of which we h re
EXCLUSIVE SALE IN TOWN.
Mumm's Extra Dry Champagne),
Henneasy Brandy, Blackberry,
Giiia, Wines, Clarets, Cordials, Etc.
Imported and Domeetic Cigari.
OYSTERS IN EVERY STYLE.
JJam and Schweitzer Cheese Sandwiches,
Sardines, Etc,
MEALS - AT - ALL - HOURS.
Ballentine and Ha/.leton beer on tap.
Baths, Hot or Cold, 25 Cents
SUMMER SUITS
We are showing a very large
assortment of Summer Suitings at
very low prices. A visit will con
vince you that'wo are leaders of (
low prices, and have the finest stock
of samples to select from that, can
be seen anywhere. Call and Inspect i
our line beforo purchasing your
Summer Suit.
Repair work of all kinds attended
In a practical nfamier at reasonable
prices. f
ROCCO DePIERRO,
BOYLE BLOCK, CENTRE STREET.
1? IR I2sT TIUSTC3- ;
AT THE TRIBUNE OFFICE.
Dry Goods, Groceries
and Provisions.
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A cclobrated brand of XX flour
always In stock.
801 l Butter and Eggs a Specialty.
AMAITDUS OSWALD,
AT. W. Cor. Centre atui Front Bte., Freeland.
P. F. McNULTY,
FUNERAL DIRECTOR
AND EMBALMER.
Embalming; of female cornsos performed
exclusively by Mrs. P. K. McNulty.
Prepared to Attend Calls
Day or Night.
South Centre street. Freeland.
VIENNA; BAKERY.
J. B. LAUBACH, Prop.
Centre Btreot, Freeland.
CHOICE BREAD OF ALL KINDS
CAKES, AND I'ASTRT, DAILY.
FANCY AND NOVELTY CAKES
BAKED TO ORDER.
Confectionery 9 Ice Cream
supplied to balls, parties or picnics, with
all necessary adjuncts, at shortest
notice and fairest prices.
Delivery and eupply wagone to all parte ej
town and eurronndinge every day.
Condy 0. Boyle,
dealer in
Liquor, Wine, Beer,
Porter, Etc.
The fluent brands of Domestic and Imported
\\ Ins key on sale tn one of the handsomest sa
loons in town. Fresh Rochester and Shenau
tloab Deer and Ycuugliug's Porter on tap.
98 Centre street.