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M. \\\, of Highland, at the Public park. July 4—Picnic of Citizens' Hose Com pany No. 1, at Public park. July 20. —Picnic and Irish games under the auspices of Divisions 0 and 10, A. O. 11., at the Public park. You ran never cure dyspepsia by diet ing. What your body needs is plenty of good food properly digested. Then if your stomach will not digest it, Kodol Dyspepsia Cure will. It contains all of the natural digestants hence must digest every class of food and so prepare it that, nature can use it in nourishing the body and replacing the wasted tissues, thus giving life, health, strengtli ambi tion. pure blood and good healthy ap petite. Cirover's City drug store. L*\v Fan** to l'an-Amerlean Exposition. Via the Lehigh Valley Railroad. Five day tickets will bo sold on Tuesdays and Saturdays, from Freeland, at the rate of $7.50 for the round trip. Tick ets good only in day coaches. Ten-day tickets will be sold from Free land every day, May 1 to October 31. good on any train, except the Black Diamond express, at the rate of 910 for the round trip. "I am indebted to One Minute Cough Jure for my present good health and my life. I was treated in vain by doctors for lung trouble following la grippe. I took One Minute Cough Cure and re covered my health." Mr. E. 11. Wise, Madison, La. (drover's City drug store. I'nn-American Exposition. Low fares via the Lehigh Valley Rail road to the Pan-American Exposition. Five-day tickets, good only in day coaches, will be sold on Tuesdays and Saturdays, May 1 to October 31, from Freeland at the rate of $7 for the round trip. Ten-day tickets will be sold from Free land every day, May 1 to October 31, good on any train, except the Black Diamond express, at tho rate of $lO for the round trip. Rent riot lon*. "Yob believe In etiquette to a degree at least, clou't .vou?" "Oil, yes. When a man gives another inan a dinner, he oughtn't to try to borrow money of him until the next day."—Chicago Record-Herald. Intuit to Injury. Jnbble (savagely)— Chinks, your con founded (log lias bitten a piece clean out of my leg! Chinks (anxiously)—l hope you're healthy, Jnbble. I prize that dogl— Pick-Mo-Up. it is easier to keep well than get cured. DeWltt's Little Early Risers taken now and then, will always k.ep your bowels In perfect order. They never gripe hut promote an easy gentle action, (trover's City drug store. how I-'nreH lo Detroit. Via the Lehigh Valley Railroad. Ac count of the meeting of the National Educational Association. Tickets on sale July ti, 7 and a. See ticket agents for particulars. The piles that annoy you so will he quickly and permanently healed if you use DeWltt's Witch Hazle Salve. "iSo ware of worthless counterfeits. Drover's City drug store. DeWltt's Witch Hazel Salve should he promptly applied to cuts, burns and scalds. It, soothes and quickly heels the injured 'part. There are worthless counterfeits, he sure to get DeWltt's. Drover's City Drug store. Independence Dajr at the Pan-American. Lowest fares via the Lehigh Valley Railroad. Tickets on sale July 3rd. Consult ticket agents for particulars. A had complexion generally results from inactive liver and bowels'. In all such cases. DeWltt's Early Risers pro duce gratifying results. Drover's City drug store. NOTH'K TO THK PUHMC. Resinning wllli Monday, April in, A Oswald will close Ills store at 8 o'clock every evening except Saturdays and Hie general pay nights. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought | The t Kennedys' f 11 Fourth of July | Tho postmaster—who was also tho vil- J luge blacksmith—had Just come in from i tho forge. lie was a huge, clumsy crea ture, with a whisky reddened face ami a kindly smile. llf was sorting a bundle of letters between his big, blackened lingers. The little old man at the outer side of the partition was watching him with an ex pression of timorous entreaty. "Seems like 1 seen u letter here for you, Mr. Kennedy. Sophy," he called tc j his wife, who sat sewing in the rear of j the room, "hain't there a letter here for Mr. Kennedy?" "Yes, there is. It's Cecelia's writin too. It's a tolerable thick letter. Look again, Bill." "Here it is -I've got it." lie passed an envelope through the little wooden gated nperture to the knotty brown hand tremblingly outstretched to receive it. "It is from her, ain't it, Mr. Kennedy? Comin home, maybe." | "I—l don't know. That's what I'm : wonderin." lie had laid the letter down I on the ledge and was eagerly fastening a pair of spectacles behind his ears. "Land, land, if it should he, what would mother say—whatever would she suy!" He was a weather beutcn old farmer, with a clean cut, clean shaven face —a i face that, despite its firmness of feature, was full of gentleness. The well shaped old head was thatched with gray huir, and the eyes back of the glasses were sin cere and sympathetic. "No," he announced in a tone of disap pointment. He hud got the letter open at last and was reading it rapidly. "She's nt the exposition, an she wanted we should know she was well an happy, an hopin we was the same, an—that's about all. Oh, yes, an she's sent mother a dress pattern. 'Twould he nt the deepo' same time as this letter come. She's reel good hearted, Cecelia is. She—she went away Boon after you folks settled here." The | old eyes were wistfully lifted. "I don't i suppose you remember her right well," ] he concluded. I "Oh, yes, 1 do," returned Bill Wheeler I heartily. "Tin* prettiest girl—l said so to Sophy when I seen her—didn't I. Sophy? The prettiest girl in these parts." "She was a good girl, too," put in the old man eagerly. "There wasn't no better girl nround than Cccolin. But after that winter we sent her to school in Hastiugs seemed like she couldn't hear the farm. She was young, an she found it lonesome. It was lonesome, with only mother un me there. There was them that said she ought to huve let us know she was goin, but I say to mother she couldn't hear to tell us goodby. She's wrote regular since, but her letters come from lots of difFrent towns. The lady she's companion for is one that's alius takin towers, they call 'em. It is a pleasant life for my girl. An the wages Is good, but" — Though his lips continued to move, the remainder of the sentence inaudible. "I'll be goin down to the deepo' now," he said. "Thanks to you, Mr. Wheeler." "That's aM right; good day to you!" And, when the door had closed behind old man Kennedy, Wheeler stood silent a moment or two. "Somehow It makes me feci queer to hear him talk that way, Sophy. It's six years since she run off. She weren't but 15 then. An all she's done is send 'cm presents—ain't ever come n-nigh 'em." Mrs. Wheeler, a scrawny, dyspeptic j looking creature, bit her thread off with a vicious jerk, i "Bet there's a good reason she don't. I alius said she was a no account girl, nn it's safe to guess she hniu't improved ! "Sho, now, Sophy," he remonstrated. ;"I wouldn't he too sure of that. Like as ; not she's earnin her money honest." j "Liker'n'not she ain't," retorted Sophy ' tartly and resumed her sewing, j Old man Kennedy plodded off with his , basket and, after getting a package at the depot, drove home. The sun had gone down, but the mellow brilliance of tli6 afternoon still lingered as he turned into the road that led to his farm. Waist high and green as sea water the corn rippled away to the horizon in limitless billows. The light wind driving over the oats set It courtesying in fantastic undulations or j bowed It in 'temporary depressions of bronze brown shadow. And in the hedges i of osuge orauge and honey locust were the J whir of the wings and the twitter of bird vespers. His wife was waiting for him when he stopped in front of the house before driv ing nround to the barn. "You got the groceries, father, an— ! what's this? A present from Cecelia! My dear little daughter! A letter too! ! Oh, let the horses wnit, father. You must read it to me. Why, your hand is burnin. Are you sick?" "No—no." He lumbered down over the wheel. "I'll tell you in a minute. Lis ten." lie read aloud for her the lines her eyes had grown too dim to decipher. When he had come to the end, he hurst out with the plan which was to electrify her. He spoke so fast he stumbled over his words and repented himself. Bnt at last it was clear to her. They were to spend the Fourth of July nt the exposi tion. And it was possible Cecelia would ; still be In the city with her mistress. And ' —ecstatic possibility—they might see her. "There's no address on the letter," he hurried on, "but we might meet her, or we coijld put in the paper that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy was stoppin—wherever we might be— an was hopin to receive a call from a friend. We might say a young lady friend. But we wouldn't put her name, for belike the lady she lives with is that grand she'd not be mnkin so much of an aquil of the choild if she was to see how plain we are. Say we'll go, mother." | "We'll go!" Tears splashed down on | the letter she still held, but they were ! happy tears, being begotten by hope. "I'd ! go to the euda of the earth just to hold I her hand awhile an hear her voice. I'd know at the first sound of it if she was lus happy as she says she is—nt the first , tottnd!" "But you won't ask her to come home for a spell, Nance!" "I can't. You wouldn't yourself." The ' ring of stubborn pride was in her voice now. "She knows how we ache for her, the | only one we've left! An sometimes it seems as if she is farther away than the others that died." The gruyness of night crept up around 1 them. Its Wiadow lay upon the spirits of , the two. But alter the pleasant supper I together was ovir, and they tat out awhile in the little old fashioned garden, where gilly flowers and sweet Williams aDd verbenas and southernwood and spiee pinks made fragrant the night, hopes blossomed out with the stars, and a sense of peuce came down with the dew and as sweetly, as silently. The journey was quite OH exciting ns old man Kennedy had anticipated. There were the hundred last things to be at tended to before the farm might be left in care of Sum Plunkett. There was the drive in the blue mopping to the railroad station. There was the thrilling time of waiting for the train and the breathless moment when the great black shape came cannonading down the line. There was the actual instant when they were tor tured by fear lest the quivering monster should bound away and leave them be hind. There was the grinding of the wheels, the shrill whistle, the cloud of sparks blown by the window, the fading away of the depot, the whirlwind speed through space. And at the end of the day they had reached their destination. The Fourth broke fuir and beautiful. The sky was blue ns the heart of a New foundland iceberg, and the buffeting breeze was soft as rose petals. It was early when old man Kennedy led his wife through the turnstile under the high white arch, early still when walking up the broad, winding ways between stretches of verdure and masses of blooin they came into a veritable land of en chantment—such a fairyland as the poor old people had never in their wildest mo ments of imagining even dimly divined. "Can you see?" he panted. "Oh, Nance, asthore"—he was apt to drop into the love language of his youth when mov sd—"can you see much of it—all of it— ?an you?" They were at the summit of a gentle ascent. Overhead sprang the Gothic arches of a lofty colonnade. Below were masses of glowing flowers, broad walks, a lake which gave back the intense blue of the sky, and encircling these white palaces which tfose in majesty. "I can see the water an the bulld in's. llow blue the water is, Tom—like the Suir. I)o you mind the hit of the Suir that went windin through Temple inore, Tom? An the night we came home from Garryvenus an stopped on the bridge, an you said"— The little, thin, brown face in the black bonnet was turn ed toward liiin. A little, skinny brown hand groped its way along the ledge. "I mind," he said softly. Ilis fingers closed nn instant over hers. 11 'Twas soon after we come out here. Then there was the four boys—all gone, God he praised! An then—her. We'd better he walkin a bit, Nance, woman. Sure if her mistress is here yet we might he comiti foreulnst her nt any minit. But I won't let on if we do—not before quali ty. I'll just squeeze your arm quick as we go by. loot's go." And go they did, walking, standing, seldom resting, through all that warm, bright day. The seething crowds, the gay music, the mellowed roar of innumerable voices, the kaleidoscopic convolutions of the tlining, even, the stampedes, the stop ifages and the vociferous entreaties of the fakirs, possessed for them absorbing nov elty, interest, chnrm. So the two—he in his best "Sunday black" that was bought for young Tom's weddipg, and young Tom dead and buried n good ten years, she in a new silk gown, the wearing of which perplex ed and harassed her economical con science, her thrifty soul —stood close to gether While lie explained all the fine doings of the extraordinary people who went prancing or plunging by. "Now, there's passin beautiful ladies dressed—oh, never so, Kuuce! They're in little wagons that's drawn by boys. They're throwfn flowers, an here's the hoys with lariats. They don't look much different from our own out on Ilarrows hy's farm when he has a round up. An here's the rest of the circus. There's a chariot. A woman's drivin. It's just ns well you can't see her, Nance. Let's go away. She ain't got nothin much on hut a kind of red sash, an she's that bold lookin—oh, my God!" The cry was wrenched from him. He fell hack blanched, shaking. lie dragged the little lean old woman with hiin. lie plunged through the crowd, pulling her behind him. "What's the matter?" she cried. They had got to an open space. "What's the matter?" "I got a turn." His hand was pressed against his side, and he was breathing ha rd. "I thought—somethin foolish. I got n turn." * But he was singularly silent the re mainder of the day, and although ho look ed uftor the material comfort of his com panion he rarely addressed her. The act of Mile. Ceoilo was over. The lutter had just discarded her professional "SHE'S AT THE EXPOSITION." trappings and gowned herself, with the help of a maid, in marvelous evening at tire. She looked a- thing of frost and tire in the trailing laces and glittering gems. A hut laden with pale plumes crowned her handsome head. The maid had just slipped an opera clonk over her bare shoulders and was buttoning the glove on the extended hand when a boy appeared. "There's a man out here who wants to see you. Mile. Cecile." Mademoiselle muttered a couple of words under hor breath. They were not words she bad learned at the convent. She jerked her hand from her woman, gather ed up her silks and laces from the dirty floor and started toward the passage. She saw the small black figure at the farther end. .Inst beyond the passage a carriage awaited her. "Well, my good man, what is it?" llui in hand, he took one step forward ' Into tlie light from the swinging lantern. The woman looked at him. She did not move or speak. Flowers and fan fell from her nerveless fingers. She seemed to be turning into stone. In the tent near by there was the stamp ing of noisy feet "From without came the screeching of rockets, the bursting of bombs, the tumultuous uproar of patriotic enthusiasm gone'mad. But In this nar j row passageway—between these two— j was silence. It was old man Kennedy who broke ! that silence. "We—your mother nn me—wns hnpin to see you when we come here, Cecelia," he faltered. "We thought as how wo might meet you. but we"—his voice trembled—"we didn't think"— There his voice broke. "I am sorry, sorry, sorry," she said. IB could hardly hear the low words. "I ' hoped you would never know." And again that terrible silence came down between them. "Go on." she said at length in a tense tone. "Go on." His lean, haggard old face was lifted .n the yellow light. She saw how the muscles around the mouth were working. "I don't know, ajjcushla machrec, ns there's anything to say." She cried out as though he had struck | "Don't spogk like that! I can't hear I :t!" And then after a pause, "You said i 11 y—my mother"— i "She hasn't seen you. She's on the ! grounds. She couldn't see you well if j you were near. She's almost dark." I "Dark?" The word was one of inter rogation. ! "I forgot. You couldn't know," ho said simply. "It's a word we had in the r a I i J I wr mj 'FOROIVE ME! YOU MADE MR THINK OP MY MOTIIKIt." old country. We called them dark that might have their feelin's hurtcd if they were spoke of as blind." "Blind?" she cried sharply. "Is my mother blind?" "She can see a trifle yet," he answered, "but less each day." "And you never let me know!" "She wouldn't have you grieved," he said. The woman turned, with a moan. She flung her crossed arms against the tent pole and bowed her face upon them. | "Let me see my mother! Let me speak j with her! She need not know it is I!" ! "She would know your voice." I "Ah, no!" The tone was full of bit terness. "She would never know m.v j voice now," she said. "Come!" | She argued, promised, pleaded. At last they went together across the stretches of j velvet sward to where on a seat near the lagoon a little bent form was ldack l.v outlined against the fire, lit sky. "There!" he whispered. lie stood still. "Don't—don't hurt her!" he said. The woman went forward. "May I sit here—near you?" she asked. The little woman gave n quavering cry, and then in a moment she uttered a 1 gentle apology. "Y on must excuse me! Your voice sounded like—like my daughter's. Cer tainly, sit down. You are a lady. She is only a little girl. But—l forgot! She must be a woman now." "Y'es." And they both sat silent, listening to the music which came billowing out from a vast white temple to their right. "It is beautiful—this scene," said Mile. Cecile. "I am sure it is. I can see the lights, but not much more. My sight is failin. When my husband is with me, he tells me about everything, nn I do not seem to miss my sight." "Will you let me tell you now?" "If it will not trouble you too much." "How strange your voice sounds!" ex claimed Mrs. Kennedy after Cecile had been talking a few minutes. "You have taken cold." She put her hand out (she had risen also) and touched the other's bosom. "Why, your neck is hare. No J wonder you have taken cold. Go now, my dear! You've been kind to me. I feel —I think I should like to—to kiss you goodhy if it wouldn't be takin too much of a liberty. What—what are you doin? Oh, don't, dear child, don't!" For, with n sudden choking sob, the wo man had slipped to her knees. She had caught the work worn old fingers in her own white hands. On them her kisses were pressed long, burning kisses. On them fell, too, a rain of tears. "Forgive me! You made me think of my mother." "Poor child! You are away from hor as my little girl is from me. Your mother is n blessed woman if she has as good a daughter ns 1 have. An I know you are good. Fee how happy you have made me." The shaking hands were lifted and rested lightly on the bent, fragrant head. "God bless you!" she said. The woman stumbled to her feet. "Goodhy!" "Goodby! An if you should meet Co rolla again just tell her that we don't want her to come home. I'd rather die than let her know how her father an me miss her nn long for her! But you may tell her that one of these days when she's married a Hue man an is as happy in his love as I am In her father's—that maybe, if little children are born to them, she will let them come out on the farm to stay the summers with us. Will you tell her that?" There was no answer—only the sound $-f trailing garments, the presence of a fast fading perfume. "Now we'll go," said Mrs. Kennedy. "We've had a beautiful Fourth of July, haven't we?" "Beautiful!" responded old mat Ken nedy.—Chicago Tribune. Summer Weather Under wear, Men's and Boys' Furnishings, Hats and Caps, Boots and Shoes of All Kinds. Large Stocks and Low Prices. i Persons intending Our goods are . to purchase all of this anything season's make in the above lirjes and are are requested 1 guaranteed to be to call worth all we J I at our store. 'ask for them. McM^namitTs Hat, Shoe and (Jlents' Furnishing Store, S3 Sou. til Centre Street. V The Gure thafi Cures / w Coughs, L \ Colds, j I) Grip/re, (k \ Whooping Cough, Asthma, 1 Bronchitis and Incipient A J Consumption, is [oXlO's] f j jg The GERMAN remedy £ V Curesani VUUQ 4\%e , a?.e.3. J Zsfl^sotU/[ Wilkes-Barre Retard Is the Best Paper in Northeastern Pennsylvania It contains Complete l.ocal, Tele graphic UIIU (iciieral News. Prints only the News that's fit 1o Print . 50 Cents a Month. AODRESS, $0 a Year by Mail 'J'he Record, or Carriers WILKES-BARRE. P., r- | | I RAILROAD TIMETABLES LEHIGH VALLEY RAILROAD. June 'J, 1901. AKKANGRMF.NT OK I'ABSKNOEIt TIIAINS. LEAVE FHEBLANI). 6 12 a m for Wcuthcrly, Mauch Chunk, Allentown. lieililchcm, Easton, Phila delphia and New York. 7 34 u m tor Sandy Bun, White Ilavcn. Wilkes-Burro, Pittston and Seranton. 8 15 a in lor Hazleton, Wcuthcrly, Munch Chunk. Allontnwii, Bethlehem. Easton, Philadelphia, .New York, Delano and Pot ta v i lie. ! 0 30 a m lor Hazleton, Delano, Mahaiior City, Shcnundouh ami Ait. < armel. 1 1 42 a in for Weallu rly, Maueh Chunk. Al lentown, Dctiih-beiu, Canton, Phila delphia, New York, Huzicton, Delano, i Muliauoy City, Shenandoah and Mt. ! 1151 a in lor White Haven, Wilkea-Ilarre, Seranton and the West, i 4 44 P nr tor Weatherly, Mauch Chunk, Al lentown, Bethlehem. KUALOU, Philadel phia, Now York, Hazleton, Delano, ; Klalnuioy City, Shenandoah. Alt. Cariuei and Pottsville. 0 35 P m for Sundy Hun, White Haven, Wilkew-Burro, Seranton and all points West. 7 29 pin lor Hazleton. AH HIVE AT FKKELAND. 7 31 ani from Pottsville, Delaao and Haz- I lotcii. 9 12 aiu from New York, Philadelphia, Eas tern Bethlehem, Allentown, Maueh Chunk. Weatherly, Hazleton, Muliauoy City, Shenandoah and Mt. Curmel 9 30 a in from Seranton, Wilkes-Burro urd White Haven. 1 1 5 1 a in from Pottsville, Mt.Cariuol, Shen andoah. Mahanoy City, Delano ami Hazleton. 12 48 p ni from New York, Philadelphia, Easton, Bethlehem, Allentown, Maueh Chunk and Weathorly. 4 44 p uc from Seranton, Wilkes-Barre and White Haven. 0 35 P 111 from New York, Philadelphia, Easton, Bethlehem Allentown, Mauch (.'hunk, Weatherly, Mt. Carmel.Sheniin douli, Mahanoy City, Delano ami Hazle ton. 7 29 pi from Seranton, Wilkes-Barre and White Haven. For further information inquire of Ticket Agent*. ItOLLIN H.WI LIUJK. General Superintendent, 2ti L'ortlundt street, New York City. C'HAS. S. LEE. General Passenger A (rent. 20 Gnrtlandt Street. New York City. G. J. GILD HOY. Division Superintendent, i Hazleton, Pa. 'T'HK DKLAWARB, iSuSEIIIKH ANN A AND I 8( HUYI.KILI. HA 11, ROAD. Time table in effect March 10, 1901. Trains leave Drifton forJeddo, Kokley, Hazle Brook, Stockton, Beaver Meadow Boad, Koun and Hazleton Junction at. ft 00 a in, daily except Sunday; and 7 07 u in, 2 38 p iu, Sunday. Trains leave Drifton tor Hnrwond, Cranberry, romhirkcti and D ringer at 000 a ni, daily except .Sunday; and 7 U7 a ra, 2118 p in, Sim lay. Trains leave Drifton for Oneida Junction, Garwood Load, Humboldt Road, Oneida and -tiepptou at 0.00 a ni, daily except Sun day; and 7 07 a m, 2118 p in, Sunday. Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Harwood, Cranberry, Tomhickon and lieringer at tilts * m. daily except Sunday ; and h 53 a ni, 4 22 p m, Sundny. Trains leave Hazleton Junction for Oneida Junction, Harwood Koad, Humboldt l<oad, Oneida and Staepptou at ti 32, 11 JO m, 4 41 p m, 1 aaily except Sunday; and 7 <l7 a in, 311 pui, | Sunday. j Trains leave Derlnger for Tomhicken, Cran ' Perry, HaiwooU, Hazleton Junction und Roan ui Otto p in. dully except Sunday; and 337 1 ui, 6 07 P m, Sunday. i Trains leave ShoppUm for Opj'ida, Humboldt Koad, Harwood Koad, Oneida Junction. Huzlc ion Junction ana Itoun at 111 am, 12 40, 6 '-'0 P ui, daily except Sunday; and BiJ a rn, 344 p in. Sunday. Trains leave Sheppton for Beaver Meadow ► Koad. Stockton, llazle Brook, Eckley, Jeddo I ami Drifton at 6 20 p m. daily, except Sunday; i and 8 II ii m, J B P m, Sunday. Tridus leave H.izleton Junction for Reaver i Meadow Koad, Stockton. Ha/ie Brook, KcJHcv, I Jeddo and Drifton at 649 pro, daily, except Sunday, and 1010 m,6 40 p ra, Sunday. All trains connect at Hazleton Junction w?t,h electric curs fur Hazleton, Jeanesville, Auden ried and other points on the Traction Com pany's line. Train leaving Drifton nt 000 a rn makes connection at Derlnger with P. it. K. trains for Willtesbarre, Sunbury, Uarrisburg and points I Weßt ' LUTHER C. SMITH, Superintendent.
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