jvfl y iVi From Monday to Saturday—at every turn in the kitchen work —a Wickless ®^ ue Fl ame Oil Stove will save labor, gsfc v .z, time and expense—and keep the cook |l| -^jj- 1 ~. ■, W comfortable. No bulky fuel to prepare f I or carry ' no wa ' 4 ' n K or re to comc | __ , ; || I up or die down; a fraction of the expense I v Wr'Wickless r Oil Stove /IpgfJ I will boil, bake, broil or fry better than a / J I 1 coal stove. It is safe and cleanly—can M 7!r ljj||||| B I not become greasy, can not emit any M imrw 8 I odor. Made in several sizes, from one M cP I burner to five. If your dealer does not t I have them, write to nearest agency of ATLANTIC REFINIMC COMPANY. Jj _ Iggaeyp-: PABY HANDS. "%■ ■ Painty hands with a faint rose lute > ! Tilifcine the skin of -.v, > I Dimpled hi;:: wiih tl„ ,r baby • lusp ( Whose owner too soon shall know The ro!i| unrit of a ( hanging world; Something, too, of its woe. 5 When V..U prow (o the stature of woman, Baby with eyes of blue. What shall destiny hi M in her palni For those little white hands to do, ; M hen the work and rare of life begin, [ The work that is meant for you? ! Will you w* irk. I .• n that dainty hand The badge of an eainest love? i Mill you value that F\ as a precious gift And he true as the skies above? I Will you cast it aside with a careless heart* Like a cast off faded glove? Little hands with the ir rosebud hue, Ever keep firnr your hold On the tilings above till life shall end, [• Till the little hands he cold And the uriec TI land lies all before r- As the gates of pearl unfold. —-Woman's Life. ROo oCCio oCOo oCX>o 0000 0000 oCg | V The * I § Drowned Man | 5 X o HV Gi vUK MAUPASSANT. § !500 cOOo c GOo OCOOOOOO OGOO ocS Every one in Fecamp knew the story of Mother Patin. She had certainly not boon happy with her man, had Mother Patin, l r her man used to beat licr When he was alive as they thrash the w! cat on the thrashing floors. lie was ma-lor of a fishing smock and had in. 1; i d In r long ago because site was pit a. ant, although she was poor. t Patin, a good sailor, but brutal, fre quented the drinking shop of old Au ban, where lie drunk regularly every day his four ; live little nips and on days of luck at sea eight or ten or even more, just according to how good he felt, as he said. The drink \va.> served to patrons by old Auban's daughter, a brown girl, good to look at and who drew custom by her plea: nut manners solely, for no one had ever hinted a word against her. Patin when he came into the shop was content with looking at her, and his conversation was polite, the civil remarks of a decent fellow. After he had drunk his first glass of brandy he began to find her very attractive, and at the second he winked his eye at her; at the third he would say, "If only you liked, Mainzelle Desiree," without ever finishing his sentence; with the fourth he tried to catch her by her skirts to kiss her, aud when he went as high ten her father brought him the other OIK S. The old wine seller. Mho wns up to all the tricks, sent Pesiree round among the tables to stimulate the or ders, and Pes rec, who \va not her father's daughter for nothing, flitted in and out among the customers, joking with them with a laughing mouth and snapping eye. What with drinking his little nips, Patin became so used to tlie face of Desiree that lie kept thinking of her even out at sea wlu-n he was casting his nets far out, windy nights and calm, nights of moonlight ajid nights of cloud. lie thought of her, gripping the helm in the stern of his boat, while his four comrades were sleeping, their heads on their arms. He saw her, always smiling, pouring him the yellow brandy Avith a swing of the shoulder, then saying as she went: "There! Does that suit you7" And at last, keeping her thus in eye and mind, he was seized with such a longing to marry her that, unable to light any longer against it, he asked for her hand. He was well off, owner of his boat, of his nets and of n house at the foot of the hill on the Reserve, while old Auban had nothing. So he was re ceived M'ltli enthusiasm, and the wed ding came off at the earliest possible day, both parties ay hlng to hurry mat ters for different reasons. But three days after marriage Patin was utterly unable to conceive how lie could have thought Desiree different from any other woman. Well, he must have been a fool to tie himself up M ith a girl M'ithout a cent Mho had be- Avitohod him vs it li her rum, for sure liquor that she'd put seine filthy charm ibiu lev liluj. And lie swore up arul down tlie tide, breaking his pipe between his teetli, abusing his outfit, and having cursed copiously in all the .customary terms at everything he could think of he spit forth the rest of his cboler on the fish and the lobsters taken one by one from his nets, never throwing them into the baskets without an accompaniment of scolding aud bad names. Then, home again, having within reach of tongue and hand his wife, old Auban's girl, it was not long before he was treating her like the lowest of the low in his speech. Then, as she heard hiin resignedly, used to that sort of thing already from her father, he grew exasperated at her silence and one evening struck her. After that her life was frightful. For ten years they talked of nothing else on the Reserve but the thrashings Putin gave his wife and his way of swearing at her whenever he addressed her. He swore, in fact, in an individ ual style, with a richness of vocabu lary and a sonority of organ equaled by no other man in Fecamp. From the moment his boat appeared at the en trance of the harbor, coming back from the fishing, they awaited the first vol ley he would launch from his deck to the Jetty as soon as he saw the white cap of ills helpmeet. lie stood up in the stern, steering, his eye ahead or on the sail when the sea was high, and, spite of the preoc cupations of the narrow and difficult channel, spite of the waves from the deep that piled up in it like mountains, he sought to make out among the wo men waiting for the fishers under the spray of the surges his own old Au ban's girl, the jade! Thou when ho saw her. for all the clamor of the waves and wind, ho turned out on lier a string of abuse with such a strength of throat that ev ery one laughed, although they were honestly sorry for her. Then when the boat came in at the quay he had a way of discharging his ballast of civili ties, us he called it. all the while un loading his fish, that drew around his tying up place all the rapscallions and loafers of the port. It came out of his mouth sometimes like cannon shots, short and awful; sometimes like peals of thunder that rolled out for five minutes such a hur ricane of objurgations that lie seemed to have in his lungs all the storms of heaven. Then when he Avas off the boat and found himself face to face with her, in the middle of a croAvd of idlers and fish women, he fished out of the bot tom of Ills hold a Avliolc new cargo of insults and abuse and escorted her home with these, she in front, he be hind; she crying, he shouting. Alone with her, the doors shut, he struck her 011 the slightest pretext. Anything was enough to make him lift his hand, and once begun he never stopped, casting then in her face the real grounds of his hate. With each slap, with each thump, he vociferated: "Ah, ye penniless wench! Ah. ye rag ged, hungry Jade! A pretty thing 1 tliil the day I ever washed my mouth w iili the rotgut of your thief of n fa ther!" She lived, poor woman, in a state of incessant terror, in a constant tremble of soul and body, in affrighted expecta tion of outrage and blows. And this lasted for ten years. She was so tim orous that she would grow pale when talking to any one, and she thought of nothing save of tlie beatings hanging over her, and she had become lean, dry and yellow. One night, when her man was at sea, she was awakened suddenly by that wild beast's growl which the wind makes when it comes on like a hound unleashed. She sat up in bed, alarmed, then, hearing nothing more, lay down again, but almost at once there came a bellowing in her chimney that shook the whole house, spreading throughout the cut ire heavens as if a herd of mad dened cattle were rushiug through space, snorting and lowing. She rose and hastened to the har bor. Other,women were coming from every direction with lanterns. The men flocked out, and nil watched, lighting up in the night, on the sea, the foaming whitecaps of the summits of the waves. The storm lasted 13 hours. Eleven sailors did not come back, and Patio was among them. They found 011 the Dieppe const the wreckage of the Young Amelia, his sloop. They recovered down by St. Valery the bodies of bis sailors, but never found his. As the hull of his boat seemed to have been cut in TTro his wife for a long time waited in dread for his return, for if there had been a collision it might have happen ed that the colliding vessel picked him up and carried Idm to foreign parts. Later, little by little, she grew used to the idea that she was a widow, still trembling each time that a neighbor woman, a beggar or a traveling ped dler came in on her unexpectedly. One afternoon about four years after the disappearance of her husband she stopped before the house of an old sea captain lately dead, whose furniture was being sold. Just at that moment they were put ting up a parrot, a green parrot with a blue head, who looked at all the people with a disturbed and discontented air. "Three francs!" cried the auctioneer. "A bird that can talk like a lawyer, 3 francs!" A friend of Mine. Patin nudged her. "You ought to buy it, you that are rich," said she. "It would lie company for you. It's worth more than 30 francs, that bird. You can always sell it again easy for 20 or 23." "Pour francs, ladies, 4 francs!" re peated the man. "He sings vespers and preaches like a cure. He's a phenome non, a miracle!" Mine. Patin laid 10 sous more, and they gave her in a little cage the bird with his hooked beak, which she car ried off. She hung him up in her house, and as she opened the wire door to give him some water she got a peck on the fin ger which cut the skin and drew blood. "Ah, he's ugly!" said she. Nevertheless she gave him some corn and hemp seed and left him preening his feathers and watching out of the corner of his eye his new house and his new mistress. The day was beginning to dawn next morning when Mother Patin heard, unmistakable and distinct, a voice, strong, sonorous, rolling, the voice of Patin, crying: "Will ye get up!" She was so frightened that, she hid her head under the sheets, for every morning aforetime as soon as he open ed his eyes her dead husband used to shout in her ear these words, which she well remembered. Shaking, rolling in a ball, her back bent before the blow she expected, she muttered, her face hidden in the pil lows: "<> Lord, there he is! O Lord, it's him! He's come back! O Lord!" Minutes passed; no further sound broke the silence of the room. Finally, trembling, she raised her head, sure that he was there, waitiug, about to strike. She saw nothing save a ray of sun shine coming through the window, and she thought: "lie's hidden for sure!" She waited a long time; then, a little reassured, thought: "I guess I must have dreamed. He don't show himself." She was closing her eyes again, when there burst out right in her ear the raging voice of thunder of the drowned man vociferating: "Blank, to blank, to blank to blank, will you get up. you"— She leaped out of bed, forced by her Instinct of obedience, her whipped wo man's impulse to obey, that moves hei st ill after four years and will always move her and will forever respond to that voice. And she spoke: "Here I am, Patin. What is it?" But Putin answered not. Then, distracted, she looked about her, examining everywhere, in the wardrobe, in the chimney, under the bed, finding no one. Finally she fell on a chair, desperate with misery, con vinced that oulj* the soul of Patin was there near her—come back to torment her. Suddenly she thought of the garret, which one could gel iuto from the out side by means of a ladder. For sure, lie was hidden there to surprise her. Captured by savages somewhere, ho coulrt not get away any sooner, and now he was back, wickeder than ever. There was no mistake about it. The sound of his voice was enough. She asked, lifting her face toward the celling. "Are you up there, Patin?" Patin did not reply. Then she went out, and In fear and trembling, hey very Injurt shaking, sbo climbed the ladder, opened the trap door, looked, saw nothing, went in, searched nnd found no one. Sitting down on a truss of hay, she commenced to cry, but while she was sobbing, pierced by a poignant and supernatural fear, she heard in the room below her l'atiu talking. lie seemed less in a rage, more easy, and he was saying: "Dirty weather! Hard wind! Dirty weather! I've had no breakfast, it!" She sang out through the ceiling: "Here I am, Patln! I'm going to make your soup. Don't be mad; I'm coming!" And she came down again, running. There was 110 one there. She felt herself as faint as if death had touched her, and she was starting to flee for help to the neighbors when the voice cried, right in her eur: "I've had no breakfast, !" And the parrot in his cage looked at her with his little round eye, sly and wicked. She, too, looked at him, dismayed, murmuring: "Ah, it's you!" He began again, wagging his head: "Wait, wait, wait! I'll teach you to skulk, I will!" What passed in her mind? She felt, she realized, that it was he, sure enough, the dead man, who walked again, who came back hidden in the feathers of this bird to torment her once more, to swear, as before, all day and bite her and shout at her to bring the neighbors and make them laugh at her. She rushed on the cage, opened it. seized the bird, which, defending him self, tore her flesh with beak and claws. Hut she held him with all her strength with both hands and, throw ing herself on the ground, rolled upon him with the frenzy of a mad woman, crushing him, making of him a shred of flesh, a little soft green thing that 110 longer moved, no longer spoke, hung limp. Then, wrapping him up In a towel as in a shroud, she ran out In her chemise, barefooted, to the edge of the quay, which the sea was lapping in little waves, and, shaking the cloth, she let full into the water the little dead thing that looked like a handful of grass. Then she came back, threw her self 011 her ki\ees before the empty cage and, upset completely by what she had done, besought pardon of the good Lord, sobbing as if she had committed some frightful crime. The Joke. A variation from the usual "English man and joke" story was told In an up town hotel the other night. lie was a young Englishman and was riding horseback with an American friend from Uye to Larclimout. "I sny, old chap," said the Eng lishmun, "what is written on that sign by the wayside?" "Why. it says 'Private Road,'" re turned his friend. "You ought to go tc a blacl smlth and learn to read signs." The Englishman was Interested. "1 say, old chap," was his reply, "is that a joke?" "Of course it Is a joke. You will see It next week if you work hard." "Next week! Ah, smarty, I'll lay you a bawtle of wine that I see it before mawuing." The wager was taken, and by the time they had reached their journey's end the American had forgotten the wager. Not so his friend, lie thought and thought, and shortly before 1 o'clock the following morning he burst Into his friend's room with flying hair and radiant with elation. "I have it! I have it!" he cried, bare ly able to talk. "The joke is—suppose the blacksmith was not in." lie got the wine.—New York Sun. .lay Gould'. Timely Hint. "I called upon Jay Gould once to ask him for a rule that would bring me success in my work," said Edward Boyer, principal of one of the fines! grammar schools in New York city "Every one who knew Jay Gould knew that he was a preoccupied man, that his thoughts were usually far away from the present scene. "1 was introduced to him by a friend but 1 felt that lie was scarcely con scions of my presence. We had plan ned to make some startling remark to attract his attention, ami as 1 did so the great tinaneier looked at me for a second as if he saw me for the first time. Then I put my important ques t ion. "'What is your business?' lie asked as quick as a flash. " 'I am a schoolmaster.' I replied. " 'Then let other people do the work ' "The advice was to the point and lias proved Itself invaluable."—Success. Doesn't Seem l.lkely. "And just think! They say Miss Old enoild used to be quite a matchless beauty!" "Really! I wonder if that can be the reason she never made a match?"— Philadelphia Bulletin. Ills Cruel Wife. The Count -Dear me, baron, your face! Dueling again at your age and so recently married? The Baron—Acli, mi! It is my Amer ican wife. She makes me eat with a fork.—Life. Quickly Adjusted. Reporter—There's a newsboy on the street yelling out a lot of sensational stuff that isn't 111 the paper. Great Editor—Gee .Wliittnker! Then put It in.—New York Weekly. HI. Fervent Hope. Mrs. Sleepyizc—Henry, the alarm clock just went off. Mr. Sleepylze—Thank goodness! 1 hope the thing'll never come back.— Ohio State Journal. You are much more liable to diseast when your liver and bowels do not ac properly. DeWltt's Little Early Riser remove the canse of disease. Orover's City drug store. flmlfl irtlfe. ,~-'i airniia 1 !■ I 1 I 1 I I N I® II L H [as 11 w p 1 HI THE WORLDS BE ST. [| j=y Coll und OFTEN IMITATED. 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Train* icuve Drifton for Jeddo, Kckley, Hazle Krook. Stockton, Dearer Meadow Read, Konn and H*xleton Junction at *OU a m, daily except Sunday; and 7 07 a ra, • '*% p m, Sunday. Train* leave Drifton for Harwood, Cranberry, lomhicken and Dermyer at lid u rr, dally except Sunday; and 7 4/7 a m. tit p m, Suu *7* ITaina leave Drifton for Oaeida JuncUon, Harwood Road, Humboldt Koad, Oneida and -keppton at 4CO a m. daily except Sum day; and 7 07 n , 2 il p M, Sunday. 'Trains Irareliazleton Junction for Harwood Cranberry, Tomhicken and Lerinfer at 6 We i. daily except Sunday; aad aai.tapra, Sunday. Train* leave liazleton Jnection fer Oneida Junction, Harwood Koad, Humboldt Koad, t >nrid and S'neppton at ft W2, II id a m, 4 41 p ra, daily except Suudaj; and 737 a m, 3 11 p at, Sunday, Trains leave l)rinrcr for Tomhieken. Cran berry. Hm wood, liazleton Junction and Rosa at SHI p m, daily except Sunday; ana ") S7 a m, 107 a as. Sunday. Trains * krypton for Oneida, Humboldt Koad, Harwood Koad, Oneida Junction. Hnzio i ton Junction and Loan at Til am, 12 40, 6/ p ra, Jaliy except Sunday; r.nd S 11 u m, 344 p m, Sunday, j Trains leave Skeppton for Reaver Meadow I Koad, Stockton. Ha/.le Brook Eckley, Jrdde and Driltcn at a 7i p m, daily, except Sunday; and A 11 in, 2 44 p m, Sunday. Trains leurv liazleton J mac-Mem fer Reaver Meadow Koad, Stockton. Hazle Rioek, Eckley, | icddo and Drifton at til p m, daily, •xoept .Sunday, and 10 IP r ra. 4 4® p at. Sunday. All trains connect at liazleton junction with -Icotric car* tor Ilaxietou, Jeaneavilla, Auden ricd and other points oa the Traction Cora •ny's line. Traiu leaving- Drifton at 000 a m makes on unction at Deriuger with P. It. Ft. train* for Wilkesbarre, Sunbury, Karrisburg and points IJ'TBRII (7. Wtrm. NuwwrfwWmdvat. J EHIGII VALLEY RAILROAD, i-s March 17, 1901. AKRAXOEMKST or FAAKK6EU TRAINS. LEAVE PUKELALFL). 5 12 m for Weatherly, Mnuch Chunk, Allentown, 1 tot hicbcra, Kaston, Phila delphia, New York and Delnne and Potuville. ? 40 a m for Sandy Run. White llavon, Wilkes-liar re, Pittaton and Scranton. m from Boranton, Wilkes-Darre and White Haven. For further information inquire of Ticket A proms. iOLLIN H Wl LBCR,General Superintendent, 2' i ortlaiidt Street, New York City. CHAS. S. LKK General Passenser Aaent. LI; Cortlandt Street. New York City. G. J. GILDItOY, Division Superintendent, Hazleton, Pa. .. ' '. >