IN THE FORUM OF JUSTICE. Paw, pass, pass! Thou hast had thine hour To sow in and reap. Is it thistle or flower? 'Tia the seed is at iault, though Jove'a hand staid the shower. Make way for thy comrade with double thy dower. Halt, halt, halt! There was given thee grace To begin with the best and records efface, Had thy sandals been winged. Step down from the race; • One swifter than thou art would run in thy place. Cease, cease, cease! Thou hast had thy chance. Must a Pallas attend thee to ward off mischance? Let fall thy vain weapon; a thousand advance To rush on and conquer with thy broken lance. —Grace Denio Litchfield in Century. j BY THE LYCH GATE J j A Story of One Who Married For 9 O Wealth and Ileauty. There is a valley amid the York shire hills known as Coverdale, from whose slopes, long years ago, enmc pious Miles, who translated tlic Bible, and who was called by the simple folk Miles of Coverdale, after the place of his birth. Very calm and peaceful the little dale lies under the shadow of the great hills, whose summits are purple in the sweet summertide with their royal mantle of fragrant heather, and where the curlew and the golden plover's cry alone break the gentle stillness that rests over the little world beyond the haunts of restless activity and hur rying life. There is no railway in quiet Cover dale. no town to which the country folk may wend their way.no shops save the wonderful village emporium, where everything in a very small way may be obtained, but where few fashions come to startle the gayer minded of the maidens, or strange new devices in neckties to dazzle the vision of the country lads. To peep into the world necessitates a journey under the shelter of the lone hillsides, along bonny lanes, intwlned with pink and creamy tinted honey suckle, and green with waving ferns; past the quaint inn. whose sign is a famous but long ago race horse, called In the canny Yorkshire tongue the Lady Bah. and, finally, across the moor Into horse loving Middleham, where are people and shops, and many inns with curiously painted signposts—the Black Swan and its brother, the White Swan, and many others too. But down in Coverdale there is a beautiful old church, set like a jewel In Its surrounding of stately trees and blossoming hedges, with the quiet greenness of God's acre lying stretched about it. and the singing of nature's choristers in the sweet air around—a place of peacefulness and repose, where earth's burdens may fall from erne for a little space and heaven's benison light softly on such of its children as stay to pray and think awhile. There is a quaint lycli gate at the en trance to the holy spot, a carved halt ing place of oak, set tenderly by some good man of the dalcspeople—a squire of the olden days, who loved his home and his neighbors and his God full well, 1 think, and sought to beautify the church in which lie and his had worshiped so long. And down the fair avenue of trees within the precincts and past the quiet church lie the remains of what was once the proud abbey of Coverdale, where the monks said masses and cul tivated their garden and tended the souls and bodies of the poor and need}* in the dale. It is a beautiful spot in a beautiful countryside, and so thought a man who viewed it lovingly and pointed out all its changeful lights and shadows and all its pretty peeps of field and river to lus wife. They had only been married a little while, a few short weeks, ami had elected to spend their honeymoon in some of the quaint corners of England; •hence their jouweying thither to this sequestered nook among the hills and the far stretched moorlands in their veiling of regal purple. The man loved It already with the artist love which sees the beautiful so quickly and feels it so strongly, and the woman—well, she saw the beauties, too, but slie was growiug a little weary of pretty sights, and she was very pretty and spoiled her self and perhaps a little jealous of ad miration wasted which might have been diverted homeward. So she stood by the quaint relics of the abbots and mailed knights at Cov erdale. where two quaint forms guard a doorway as perchance their originals guarded some stronghold In the old fight'ng days long gone, and her white gown fell over the gray stones and gleamed against the red and orange nasturtiums in the garden which sur rounds the old walls and a relies, and she wondered if her husband had near ly finished his Sketch and whethe* they should stay at Middleham for a day or two or go on farther to Wensle.vdale. "I am rather tired of admiring places," she said to herself a little Impatiently, "c~.d, then. 1 never can remember who lived in the castles and abbeys. How uncomfortable they must have been!" And then—for she was only a very young bride, too—she felt sorry for having been impatient, even in her thoughts, toward her husband, and she turned to speak to him with an even sweeter smile than usual on her pretty lips, for her husband was a genius in his way, a thinker and an author, and every one had envied her when she mar Hod him In spite of her wealth. Ah, there was a pitiful ring in the story—poor and nameless, but clever; beatiug himself to pieces in his eager attempts to win fame single banded, and rich and beautiful the woman with the fairylike figure and exquisite face who had given the-man her gold. And. ah. a more pitiful note still, and (he man remembers that some one has once long ago talked of this very spot, with its qualpt surroundings and Its old world atmosphere, In the time that might have been and is not. He dosed his sketchbook, with a sigh, and turned to the white robed loveliness of bis wife with a murmur ed apology for having kept her wait ing, and then together they passed down the avenue that leads to the road again. But he was very silent, and his wife felt tired and just a little cross. She liked to be petted and coaxed and flat tered, aud latterly Wilfred had been too serious to suit her gay fancies and too absorbed in new ideas for his book to pay her the attentions she loved so dearly to exact from every man and es pecially from her husband. "LotYis go home to town," she said suddenly. "I am so tired of roaming in this out of the way place. Wilfred, and there is still so much going on, I hear. You must have got lots of ideas now, I am sure." She laughed glee fully as Rlie spoke. The murmur of the streets seemed already in her ears, and the flash of silks and Jewels came over the sunlight on the grass. lie paused a moment. "Will you not come on a little farther?" he asked kindly, yet a little wistfully. "There are some lovely places in the dale, and you would be interested in them, I think." But she shook her head until the dia monds in her little ears twinkled like dewdrops. "You know I am not inter ested," she said petulantly. "I "hate those old people who perched castles on the tops of hills and expect you to climb up to see them. Do let us go back." They had reached the lycli gate now, and a girl was entering it from the oth er side, where their carriage—his wife's carriage—with its beautiful bays, stood waiting. The sunlight fell on her quiet block gown and her soft hair as she passed under the quaint oaken struc ture, and then she lifted her ej-es, and a sudden light flashed into them and then died' very gently again. The man's face grew white in the shadow of the leafy elms, but his wife chattered on in her high, pretty voice and noticed nothing of his pallor. And then, as they met, lie advanced quietly to meet the girl as quietly as if they had never parted In bitter, bitter sor row, the one brave and ready to sacri flco herself for his sake, the other, as lie said to himself bitterly enough, a coward and a craven. And now they met again in the soft sunshine of the autumn day, with the tirst few leaves falling, golden tinted, from the trees around, with the blue, bright sky over head and the purling of a little stream somewhere near, under the old gate way that leads to the house of prayer. She spoke to him very calmly and quietly, and lie introduced her to his lovely wife, ami she told the stranger at once in her pretty, petulant voice of her wish to go back to town and its gayetles, only Wilfred wouldn't, he was so cross. But the girl smiled so gently and spoke so soothingly that the little la dy's wrath melted away,and she laugh ed like a merry child and straightway invited her new friend to pay them a visit in town. "We will go tomorrow, won't we, Wilfred?" she said laughingly, and the grave faced man answered that her will was law. "Yes; we will go tomorrow," he said when the girl had answered that she never went to town now. Her father was old and needed her care, and she was quite content with her life in the still countryside. "I have him, and he has me," she said, with her peaceful smile, and the laughing woman before her could not guess and would never have realized that tills gentle faced girl had loved tlie man beside her with all her heart and soul and had passed through the deep waters alone with her sorrow to take up her life again bravely and well. And then one of the beautiful horses claimed the wife's attention, and she went hurriedly on, leaving the two together for a brief moment in the sunshine of the old gate. "Forgive me, Enid!" he said broken ly. "All", I linve wronged you so, and I deserve your hatred, but forgive me if you can!" His face was haggard, and his lips whitened and trembled as be spoke the few strained words. But she laid her hand In his very gen tly. as if to say goodby to a dear, dear friend forever. "I have forgiven you, dear," she said. "I may call you that for this one last time? I have forgiven you everything, and God keep you, ; keep you safely and lead you aright!" { She paused, and the great tears rose in her calm eyes and rolled down the pale ! cheeks. She loved him so well still, and the meeting and the parting were I very hard to bear. And then, with one last look, she passed on Into the loneliness of the still graveyard and the quiet dead.— | Exchange. Aliynnfiiiann Expert at Thatching. In describing Abyssinia and Its strange capital a writer in Pearson's i tells of its mushroom growth as fol lows: A crowd of workers appears with loads of sticks some 12 feet high. Those are planted in the ditch to erect the walls, and a few more sticks are twist ed in and out to keep them together. Now comes the preparation of the roof. A number of men climb up inside and bind together more sticks like the frame of an umbrella. As soon as these are in position they clamber outside like monkeys and set to work to tlintch. For tills purpose tiiey bring great bundles of liny and twine it between, the sticks. They are not an artistic na tion, and they have next to no indus tries, but at thatching they are really expert, and they turn out work which would call for admiration even in a civilized country. They do not trouble to produce an elegant finish, but this often adds to the plcturesqu iicßS cf a I cottage. Neußurger's HOLIDAY STORE • NEWS. Exceptional and Matchless Opportunities TO HOLIDAY SHOPPERS. The Big Store, never in its history, offered such a Magnificent Array of Useful and Practical Christmas Gifts at the astonishing low figures that each and everything has been priced at for this special sale. Suits and Overcoats. What is more substantial or would be more appreciated by the young or old than a Neußurger Suit, Overcoat or Reefer? You earn make your selections at Neußurger's out of a stock fully three times as large as any in Freeland. CLOTHING. Boys' all wool blue o: . Nek Knee /A Pants, per pair JLtJvy Boys' Reefers, regular >1.50 kind, ("kO reduced per pair to /uv j Boys' extra fine $4.00 Reefers, O 4 Q ' in three stylea, reduced to Child's $2.00 Vestee Suits, neat- -| f* ly trimmed and well made Boys' fancy all wool hair-line ~i striped <2-50 Suits, now Ten styles in Boys' fine *4.00 •1 i Q Cassimere Suits, reduced to Boys'three-piece Long Pants all {AO wool £5 Suits, reduced to Men's absolutely all wool S5 O £AQ Black Beaver Overcoats Men's absolutely all wool Tan, Covert, Ox ford and custom-made Melton A CiQ *8 Overcoats TCatlfO $8.50, $9.50 and. $lO now places at your disposal an array of custom made Gents' Suits and Overcoats in the very newest shades, fabrics and styles which were built for £l2 to £ls selling. Our complete stock of Men's Suits ranging from £2.98 up are now offered under the binding guarantee that they are 20 per cent cheaper than you can buy them elsewhere. Men's heavy rubber-lined Duck Workingl OK Coats,large storm collars I^G UNDERWEAR For young and old, in wool or cotton. Positively the greatest assortment in lower Luzerne county. Men's heavy Random wool Under wear, each _L t/U j Ladies' heavy fleece-lined Under- ~4 f \ vests, each JL t/U Boys' heavy fleece-lined Under- rt KK _ wear, each Jmi Men's heaviest and best fleece- A / \ lined Underwear, each T' /U Men's extra fine pure Sanitary ** wool Underwear, each I Jos. Neußurger Estate, P. O. S. of A. BUILDING, FREE],AND, PA. HOLIDAY - NICETIES Holiday Slippers Jewelry Novelties Fancy Purses Silk and Linen Fancy Handkerchiefs Neckwear Mufflers Umbrellas Arties and Wool - Lined Shoes For the Old Folks and Rubber and Felt Boots For the Little Folks Ladies', Misses' and Children's Jersey Leggings Furs Collars Muffs and Collarettes Kid Gloves Columbia Fancy Dress Shirts 'V Cardigan Jackets Sweaters and Fancy Caps Mackintoshes FOOTWEAR "The Very Latest" is the motto of our Shoe Department. In leather goods noth ing but strictly solid leather finds its to our shelves. In rubber goods nothing but strictly first qualities and those we offer you at exactly the same prices you pay for second grades at other stores. Our Holiday Slipper Stock is a wonder and prices are incomparable. Ladies Dongola and Felt Slippers, ** per pair OUC Men's Fancy Velvet and Felt M Slippers, per pair Ladies' ti.oo fur-trimmed Nulli- ** f fier Slippers I DC Misses 90c fur trimmed Nullifier Slippers OOC Child's 75c fur-trimmed Nullifier f Slippers OiJO Our entire stock of Slippers has been equally low-priced for rapid selling. CLOAKS. Everything new and nice in Cloaks for Ladies, Misses and Children. Everthing in Shirt Waists, Jackets, Capes, Shirts and Wrappers in an unmatchable as sortment at lowest prices in the county. DRY GOODS. Our Dry Goods Department is more com plete than ever. Everything in Dress Goods, Linens, Domestic Flannels, Laces and Ribbons, Blankets and Comfortables are priced for rapid selling. Potters best 49-inch Table Oil- /""V Cloth per yard .1 t/O 35c Turkey-Red Table Linen, per -4 f* yard LOG All Shades 50c Dress Cloths, per O /"V yard OUO Lancaster Apron Ginghams, per M 1 yard O2G All standard makes best 6-cord 200- A yard Spool Cotton, per spool jtO Extra Heavy 10x4 Blankets in White or Gray, per pair
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