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NOTEMUERTsth, 1880.
Trains Leare Htirrlsbnrg as FelUwi :
For New York via Allentown, at 1.06 a. a.
and 1 46 p. m.
For New Vork via riilladeilphli. o "Bound
BrouK Honte," t.r0, ."5 . ia. d 1.4.1 p. . ,
Fur Philadelphia, at tl.oO, 1.05, (through oar),
9.60 a. m., 1.46 and 4.0u p. m. . K , .
For Heading, at 8.00, 8 05, .Ma. m., 1.45, 4.00,
and 8.o p. rn. ... . , .
ITorPolUvlila. at.00, .ft 9.S0 a. m.aad 4.04)
p. m., and via scliuykill and Budquebaana
Branch at 1.40 p.m. For Auburn, at 6.30 a. m.
For Allentown, at B.uu, 6.05, 9.60 a. m.t 1.46 aid
''The' 8.'05 a. ml and 1.46 p.m. tralas bar
through cars for New Vora.vla Allentawi.
For Allentown and Way Stations, at 6 60 a. t.
For Hemling, 1'hlldelaphia, and Way tilalloas,
at 1.46 p. in.
Trains Leare for Ilarrisbnrg ns Follows i NewYor'k tla Alleutown, 8.46 a. . 1.00
and 6 30 p. m.
Leave fw York via "Bound Tlrook Rout." an
Philadelphia at 7.4ft a.m., 1.80 mid 6 8u p. m., ar
riving at HarrlHDurg, 1.60, 8.20 p. in., and
12.85 a. Di.
Leave flill delphla, at 9.46 a. m 4.00 and
T.46 p. in.
Leave I'ottsvllle, 7.00, 9,10a. m. aud 4.40 p. ai.
Leave Keadliii?, at 4.60, 8.00,11.60 a. m., 1.3", 0.15,
and 10.36 p. in .
Leave Pi.tuvllle via Schuylkill and Bmanehanna
Branch, 8.30 a. m. . ....
lxave Allentown, at 6.25, .(Hi a. m., 12.10, 4.80,
and 9.06 p. m.
Leave New York, at 6 3D p. in.
Leave Philadelphia, at 7.46 p. in.
Leave Heading, at a. in. and 10.35 p. at.
Leave Allentown. at 9.05 p. m.
Lfave HARRISBURG for Paxton, Lochlelaad
Steelton dnlly, except Holiday, at 6.25. 40, 9.35
a. m.,and2.oup. m t daily, except Katuiday and
Sunday, at 6.4a p. in., and on Saturday only, 4.46,
6.10, 9.30 p. ra.
Returning, leave 8TKELTON dally, except B.10, 7.00,10.00a. in., 2.20p. m.t dally,
except Saturday aud Sunday, 6 10 p. m., and on
Saturday only 6.10,0.30. 9,5p. m.
J. E. WOOTTEN, Gen. Manager.
O. G. Hancock, General Passenger and Ticket
New Bloomfleld, Fenu'a.,
HAVING leased this property and furnished It
IB a comfortable manner, I ask a share f the
public patronage, aud assure uiy friends who stop
with me that every exertion will be made te
render their stay pleasant.
A careful hostler always In attendance.
April 9. 1878. tf
Rational hotel.
(Near Broadway,)
HOCHKISS&POND, Proprietors
The restaurant, cafe and lunch room attached,
are unsurpassed for cheapness and excellence of
service. Rooms 50 cents, 82 perday.3to 110 per
week. Convenient to all ferries and city railroads.
otjide to SUCCESS,
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For Business mid Society
IS by far the best Business nnd Social Guide and
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Battle Creek, Michigan,
Traction and Plain Engine
and Horse-Powors.
MoatCamnleteTtirn.lierX'acterj t Established
U tba World. I 84S
OA VY ABQe(MriftM0W0ma'aueMvti
e M I a.HllVfiM, without chans or name,
g A nionafrement, or location, to "back up " th
broad warranty ftvtn on all ear goods.
Complete Steam Ontfiteo tnatotile 'luaHtie.
Fint Traction Knirines and Plain JuMllaea
aver seen In the American market.
A multitude of special ftaturt and improvmntnlt .
for 1681, together with tuporior qualitif in eonftrwo
Hon and muUoriaU not dreamed of by other xnakere.
X our nzea 01 Hepaxatora, I mm ttlois aoraa
Aanaoltv. tor KM. or kirrm nou
7 Cfin fnn fret of Helmed l.amKrr
WOWU (from tkn lo tlx year air.drM)
constantly on hand, from which la limit tba k
comparable wood-work of our maohinery.
a wo eiyina or juonntea " uoine-ivaeis.
anivnyan.awai ishtthhb, wms apinoni rvwrr
t au as uoraa lower.
Parraera and Threahermnn are Invited to
lnuuUKaU thia wiatcht TUruHuiujc laacitlntry.
Circulars aunt true. Addrae
' Battia Creak, Mlohlcaiw
A f Oiitnt aeut free to tlira? who wlfch tnrww in tht
JLJU10"' Pl"ant aud pmatuhle liiiainuna kuuwn,
Hw EverythUuf new. Oai ltal not required. We will
fnrniuh yon everjthlnn. sio day and upward, la
euiiily mude without, utayliiir away frmn home over
liWii. No rink whatever. Many uew workers wanted
atimon. Maui' are makiiur forluii'-a at Hie biimieaa.
JiilitMt make a uiui-h an moji, aud younK Loya and
Kir'H mitkr irrtmt -ay. Nooux who in wllliixar tu work
talla to inuke nio-e inoney every day then can be made
in a wwfk at any ordinary ntpi'-ynteiit. Tboee who
nwae at 'ice w 01 nitd a eliort t fortune. Ad
dreaaU. 1J AJXJiT UO., foitland, Main.. 1 ly
How Lauretta Came Home.
MANY a wealthier, wiser, prettier
aud more prudent girl would have
been glad to bare the Rev. Beranger
Haalem In hit own congregation, too
'-but he tnUBt needs pick up this strange
wilding from some outlandish plaoe,and
set at the head of his influential city
churoh, aa "pastor's wife;" and, seeing
that she had no money, family or expec
tations, what else could he have chosen
her for but blind, stupid love If
And yet, but four months after the
"coming home," behold Lauretta in
her husband's study, where she sits
with corrugated brow before -his half,
written sermon, not crouching lovingly
on the foot-stool beside bim, with her
dainty toy work in her lap, as the moral
run of idols would have It, but standing
before him, the table between them,
passionate tears in her eyes, reproach,
despair on her countenance, her hands
clasped in a frenzy of woe 1
" Why did you ever bring me hear V"
she shudders out in tragic, breathless
gasps; " not because you loved me. Ah,
no, Beranger, never that I Don't seek
to comfort me by your cold assurances.
I know better now I"
"My dear? my dear?" expostulates
Mr. Haslem, gently, but in rather a
discouraged tone, as if he was finding
his better-half a bit of a hand-full to
Mr. Haslem Is a great man ; hia heart
is in his work, and his true desire ia to
do his duty In the sphere In which God
has placed him ; but if he had not also
placed his heart in the keeping of this
restless, eager girl, he never would have
taken her to be the companion of his
life; consequently these wild words fall
almost like an outrage on his ears,
though he assure himself that she can
surely never mean them,' nor do him
such Injustice.
" Yes, yes, I know that I only trouble
you I" cries Laurelle, the burning tears
beginning to fall over her scorching
cheeks " that I have no place here but
to cause anxiety that but for me you
would be a happier and more successful
man. I know all that so well I am no
comfort to you, no advantage in your
work, and I have come to "
"Laurette," he. Interrupts, wildly;
" have I ever said Biy thing like this to
" Oh, no, no 1 You are too patient
and good, but I know I know you
never would have chosen me, Beranger,
but that you took pity on my great love
for you, which I poor fool I could not
" Why will you torture yourself thus
dear V Do you find me unkind or neg
lectful to you, that you should fancy
such things V"
"No, too kind; too considerate I"
murmurs the young wife, wringing her
hot hands ; " too uncomplaining for it
to be real. Don't I know what your
wife should be Y Why didn't you mar
ry a wise, useful young lady, whose
poor foolish heart would not torment
you with so much love and yearning.
You don't need any worship it ia only
extravagance to you V "
" I thought I wanted it, Laurette or I
would not have asked you for It," sighs
Mr. Haslem, feeling words to be idle,
while she will twist them so strangely.
" But you know better now," gasps
Laurette, with a hysterical laugh, " and
so do I, to my despair. Oh, Beranger,
never think that I blamed you 1"
She stands a moment whitening to
the lips, gazing at him in indecision, as
if she longed even yet to cast herself at
hia feet, and implore his tenderness or
forgiveness, but his eyes were on his
unfinished sermon, longingly as it seems
and she turns away and creeps softly
away from the room as if crushed.
" My darling," begins the young hus
band, looking up, and then he discovers
that he is alone.
44 After all," he muses, " it ia better to
leave her to coma to reason herself she
always does and then I can tell her
perhaps more strongly than I have ever
done, how deep and strong my love is
for her. Poor Laurette, I wonder why
she doubts meV"
But It is Saturday evening, and his
sermen must be finished, ao he puts
away his domestio perplexities with an
effort, and plunges into theology.
With all his excellencies and he ia
truly an affectionate, ever-thoughtful
husband Mr. Haslem does not altogeth
er understand the way to treat his
She is passionately loving, impulsive,
difficult, and full of nervous, generous,
impossible fancies; and he, calm, strong,
well-balanced, earnest in affection, in
flexible in duty.
She is stung to frenzy by some words
which malice had poured into her ears,
burdened with the thoughts and cares,
and hours of pain whose meanings she
dared not understand, but which drive
her fevered craving heart closer to him ;
and be, all unconcious of the teeming,
surging fancies, ail unknowing of thee
sorrowful, heavy hours, wonders at the
inequality of her spirits, and her many
exactions, while he loves her none the
less nor neglects his duties a whit the
You might call them at this stage of
the Idyl, Hnow and Fire, and wonder
little at the sequel.'
It was close on Sunday morning when
the pastor put away his work and
thought of rest. Never mind, It was a
good sermon, and before leaving hia
study he prayed humbly that it might be
blessed to some among his flock, perhaps
even his own ewe lamb.
Laurette had not yet retired. Foolish
girl, she must be sitting alone down
stairs waiting for him.
The gas was not lit in the parlor, but
at the sound of his steps in the hall the
housekeeper, an elderly woman, with a
peculiar, cold eye, came up from the
kitchen region, a note in her hand.
41 Mis' Haslem has gone out, sir, and
she told me not to disturb you on no ao-'
count tlli you would come down, and to
give you this note. I expect, sir," said
the woman demurely, smoothing down
her apron, while her stealthy eye watch
ed her master's face, " she's gone to
spend the evening at some of them
friends of hers, and wants you t go for
her. It's a rainy night for you to go
out after your work, sir, but he I he !
you'll not get the comfort with a young
wife that you bad when you was your
own master."
But Mr. Haslem was deaf to old
Martha's words of wisdom.
He had torn open the note, and read
what turned him cold and blind as a
This from his own little wife :
I am going away out of your life
forever, Beranger. I have thought it
all over, and it is best. After a while
marry again, for I shall be dead; and
don't make such another mistake.
Take her you would have taken but for
me. Oh, my love, I never blamed you !
" The Lord is your sun and shield,
and He will watch over her you mourn,
and will preserve her from harm," said
good Elder Cray ton, when, a week later,
he bent over his young pastor's pillow,
and held his burning hand in his.
44 And perhaps this will be blessed to
the wayward child, and ordered for her
and your more lasting happiness. Be
not disquieted ; nothing is suspected as
yet among the people, and we must
keep her name spotless. They think
you took her home to see some relative,
and I will explain the continued ab
sence." So this wise friend stood between the
crushed minister and the cruel darts of
slander told all inquirers that Mrs. Has
ten has been 41 sent by the Lord to fulfill
a mission elsewhere," and meanwhile,
prayed hard for good to come out of the
great evil.
But six , months passed away, and
Beranger Haslem is still desolate.
It was vaguely reported that Mrs.
Haslem was nursing some dying rela
tive, perhaps with a cloud over his or
her name, hence the pastor's reticence
and Badness. The truth was never once
suspected, and, be it said to poor Lauret
te 's credit, none even the most slander
ous, dreamed of associations wrong
with her.
Six months, and Christmas eve. Mr.
Haslem is once more in his study work
ing at his Christmas sermon, with a
weary sadness in his pale face a heart
fighting for truth amid much despair
The room had not that bright, dainty
air it wore six months ago, though old
Martha prided herself on taking the best
care of " her minister." The fire burn
ed dimly, half smothered in ashes ; the
books were piled anyhow ; the little sew
ing chair waited on the hearth waited
still 1
On this night the Child of the world
was born the Holy Babe who was to
bring such joy.
Suddenly the door was opened wide,
but silently, and Laurette stood there,
the snow upon her poor garments, a
great, quivering light growing on her
white face. And in her outstretched
arms, while her Hps moved speechless
ly and her hollow eyes appealed, she
held a sleeping babe I
. Was it a phantom?
He sprang up, scattering books and
manuscript, and faoed her, trembling
and wondering afraid that she might
vanish away.
" Beranger !" breathed Laurette, tim
idly. 44 1 have brought you a Christmas
glft-our child I"
44 My God I" exclaimed Mr. Haslem ;
"la this possible V"
He put bis arm .around them, and,
scarce conscious, drew them to the fire
side, placed ber in the vacant chair, fell
on hia knees before her, and trembling
exceedingly, pressed them both to his
"Ob, Lord, Thou hast been kind and
pitiful " he gasped.
44 Are you glad ?" whispered the lost
Laurette, between quivering heartbeats;
" or shall I leave him with yon, and go
away and leave you in peace ?"
He tightened bis embrace, and moan
ed as be klesetl her.
" Still doubting, my darling my dar
ling ? Oh how could you desert me so ?
Am I so poor a husband to you as that?"
41 Oh, tell ma to stay I Let me hear
you bid me welcome I" rang out the
young Voice, with its old passionate-,
yearning cadence.
44 Qod witness between us that my
heart is entirely set upon you," cried
Beranger, solemnly 41 and that I have
known no moment of happiness since I
lost you. I never loved another never
desired other woman than you ( and
though I might have seemed cold In my
manner, darling I always loved you
first, anil best, and deepest of all earthly
gifts to me!" ,
41 How good how good Qod has been
to send me back to you 1" wept Laurette
winding her arms about him she bad
so mistrusted. 44 1 didn't think it possi
ble you would forgive and take me
home; I thought you would be stern
and hard, as good men often are to the
weak and wicked.
41 Why did you go, dearest ?" whisper
ed Beranger, fondly.
44 I'm going to yes, I'll never conceal
any trouble from you again," said the
young wife, determinedly; 44 and this
was what turned me wild altogether.
Old Martha never liked my coming
here, and always was telling me what
changed times you had how none of
your friends would come to the house
because they weren't pleased with your
choice, and how unhappy you seemed to
be ; and at last she told me there was a
young lady you had been engaged to, a
good, pious, energetic worker in the
church, that the congregation would
have been delighted with Miss Vanson
you know, and ah 1 me, when I compar
ed my useless self to her, and remember
ed how my love must have taken me
out of pity, I couldn't couldn't stay to
be a burden"
14 Hush, my beloved wife; don't cry
on this happy, white night of our lives!
That was all false and Martha shall find
a place elsewhere. Now, tell us about
this little fellow."
They both poured over the soft waxen
face of the sleeping infant, joy in the
mother's and father's eyes.
' "He came three weeks ago," murmur
ed Laurette, blushing happily, "and it
was to give him to you I lived and
worked so hard. He kept me from de
spair and wrong many a dark day, and
so as soon as I could travel, we came."
41 Our little boy," breathed the pastor,
softly kissing him, with tender, but
most grieving reproach, he cried "Oh,
how could you leave me, and battle
through it alone and I never knew?"
So that was how Laurette came back
to Beranger Haslem.
Got Rid of Him.
rpiHK citizens of Gunnison city want-
1 ed to be rid of one chan. Some of
them met and passed the following res
olutory :
BeBolved, That a committee of five
be appointed to wait on Calabash Sam,
late of Deadwood, and inform him
that after . aunrise to-morrow morning
this crowd will open fire on him with
the intention of furnishing a corpse
for our new graveyard.
The committee of five went out to
find Samuel and deliver their message.
He sat on a bench at the door of his
shanty, a shotgun across his knees and
a pipe in his mouth, and he preserved
silence while the chairman of the com
mittee read the resolution, then he
asked :
" That means me, does it ?"
44 It does."
41 They don't like my style of carving
and shooting, eh ?"
"That's what they kick on."
41 Well I won't go 1 You haven't got
'nuft men in the whole valley to drive
Calabash Sam a rod. Return to the
convention and report I'm here for the
44 1 forgot to menshun," continued
the chairman in a careless voice, as he
leaned on his gun " I forgot to men
shun that the convention has adjourn
ed. This committee thus finds Itself in
an embarrassing situation, and it sees
only one way out of it. Onless you'll
agree to paok up and travel this com
mittee will feel called upon to to "
44 To begin shooting, you mean ?"
41 Exactly, Samuel; exactly. You
may have already observed that two of
the committee have got the drop on
44 1 see."
" Corpses riddled with buckshot have
a very unpleasant look," continued the
chairman, as he rested his chin on the
muzzle of his gun.
44 Yes that's so."
" And it's kinder lonesome, this
being the first plant in a new burying
ground." 44 Y-e-s, it may be."
" And so take it all around, the com
mittee kinder Indulges in the hope (hat
you'll see At to carry your valuable
society back to the Black Hills. You
may have observed that three shot-guns
each under full cock, are now looking
straight at ye. We don't want to bluff,
but it's getting nigh supper time,"
44 Well after looking the matter over,
I'm convinced that these diggings won't
pan out low grade ore, and I guess I'll
take a walk."
" Right off?"
"Right up this trail ?'
44 Very well. While the committee
feels sorry to see you go, and wishes you
all sorts of luck, it hasn't time to shake
hands. Step off, now, and or fear you
ain't used to walking, we'll keep these
guni pin ted up the bill until you
turn the half-mile boulder. Tarla-la 1
march I"
How Little Grade Closed a Saloon.
Grade was a very little girl, only six
years old, but beautiful and loving.
She was a modest, thoughtful child, and
when her father, who loved her very
much, wanted her to come into the sa
loon, that be might Introduce her to the
men lounging there, and bear them
praise her beauty, she would say, " No,
papa, no, no ; make the naughty men
go away, and then I'll onrae."
There was a children's temperance
society in town, in charge of the Wo
man's Temperaaoe Union, and little
Oracle and her brother, still ' younger,
were invited to attend. The father .
gladly consented, for he liked much to
see Oracle dressed up and have people
notice her.
Every thing was new and strange to
Grade. She had never seen any one
pray before, and when the leader talked
about tbe great God, and asked them all
to bow their heads while be prayed,
Oracle bowed, awed in to the most sol
emn reverence.
After the meeting she asked the teach'
er what it meant, and if she would teach
her and her little brother bow to pray.
The teacher took the little hands in her
own, aud told the two children about
Jesus, and how He loved little children
and wanted them to be good, and would
help them, If they asked him.
Months passed ; Oracle had learned to .
pray, and often talked to ber father
about the Chrlst-cblld, and wanted him
to pray ; but be only laughed, and called
her bis little saint.
One day Oracle was taken very ill ;
the doctor was sent for, and when he
saw her, he said she was very sick.
44 Will I die, doctor ?"
44 1 hope not."
44 You needn't be afraid to tell me,
'cause I'm all ready ; I asked Jesus to
take me if He wanted me."
The father who stood at the foot of
the bed, sobbed out, 44 Oh, Grade ! you
don't want to leave papa, do you ?"
14 Yes I do, if Jesus wants me to come,
'cause he has the best right to me."
The customers came and went but
the saloon keeper heeded them not ; for
his dear Grade was on her little bed
panting her life away. What cared he
for money now, the light of his life was
going out? One day on his coming up
out of his saloon, Grade opened her
eyes, and turning upon him an implor
ing look, said, 41 Oh papa! is the saloon
open 1 and are the men there drinking ?"
44 Yes, darling."
44 Do close it, papa. I know I'll feel
better if you will."
" I'll do it darling anything to make
you feel better." The saloon keeper's
heart was almost breaking. The bar
keeper was ordered to clear tbe saloon
and close the doors.
" Darling, the saloon is closed," he
said a few minutes later.
" Thank you, papa. It makes me
happy and better already ;" and a glad
smile came into her suffering face.
Every few hours Grade would ask, " Is
the saloon closed now ?"
44 Yes, darling."
41 Are the shutters up ?"
44 Yes, dear, they are up."
44 Oh, papa, I wish you'd never open
that saloon again. Mamma can't you
get papa to promise me never to open
the saloon again ?"
"Oh, George, do promise your dying
child," sobbed the mother who had
never favored her husband's business.
The strong man shook like a reed.
He could not speak for a moment ; then
coming and bending over her as she
tossed restlessly he said in a Btrauge
husky voice:
" My darling Grade, papa will never
open the saloon again."
" Oh, papa, I'm so glad; I'll tell Je
sus when I get to heaven, that you have
closed the saloon. And now, papa you
must be good, and He'll let you oome to
that beautiful place, too ; and mamma
and Alice can come."
There was a glad smile on the dying
child's face that soon faded out into lines
of pain ; but all at once, just at the last,
her face brightened up with a Btrauge,
unearthly brightness, and she cried out
joyfully :
" Oh, mamma, look, look ! the room
is full of angela. Papa, dou't you see
them ? They are all about youl"
1 h re wa a hush in the room, for tbe
gatea of heaven were thrown open to let
the pure, bright spirit pass through.
Only the tbe body of little Garcia waa
left the real Grade had gone to live
with Jesus and the angels.
Tbe father never opened the saloon i
tbe bar-room shutters have never been
taken down. The saloon keeper has
not only signed the pledge, but baa be- '
come a Christian, aud expects to follow
his Grade to heaven after awhile.