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For full n, vn , Hu - . ’ ’s, Stokets. etc., inquire of noDi-p-t '• I;. ii.\ Ticket Agent, or \,:if • t' ■ ,i( -d J. W. B U R D I C K , Genera' Tas>-..v'-. A \ COT7RAG1S. Makov.o sad plaint or moanlns. Smile as in day.a before; Wrap tliy mantle around the©, C’ovrv the bleeding sore. Ilviul up! step out! march steadyl Tramping the long Life mile. Shrink not,if his order come ringingp “Forward! thocity f<Sr God!” -Flinch not, though comrades be falling, Tiiongh loudly death drums beat; The Buglers of God are sounding “Forward! and no retreat.\ Pledged to follow thy Captain, Through good reporter ill; Willi a cheer take the post set thoo. Rejoice, If He think thee worthy To front the fiercest foe; And wrap thy cloak around thee. Thy W’ouud let no man know. —Good Words. JENNY. VICTOR HUGO. W h a t had Jenny been about inthedeud ■woman’s house? Wliat-was she can-yin-' off beneath her cloak? Why wa.sher bwii t beating? Why did she ha.stoi) v iih su li treinblins stops to her own cal.iir, will outdaring to look back ? What aid .-i! hide iu liei- own bed, bohiiid the curlau. What had she b( Lwere growing wl chair beside the 1 jects of ieby the. flickered: the dark It was night. The cabin, poor, bub ■warm and cosy, was full of a half twilight, through which the objec the interior were but dimly visible' glimmer of the embers which fli on the hearth and reddened thi rafters overhead. The fisherman’s nets were hanging on the wall, Some homely pots and pans twinkled oh a rough shelf in the corner. Beside a great bed with long, falling curtains, a mattress was ex tended on a couple of old benches, on which five little children were asleep like cherubs in a nest. By the bedside, with her forehead pressed against the counter pane, knelt the children’s mothei-. She was alone. Outside the cabin the black ocean, dashed with stormy snowflakes, moaned and murmured, and her husband was at sea. From his boyhood he had been a fisherman. His life, as one may say, had been a daily fight with thegreat waters; for every day the children must be fed, and every day, rain, wind, or tempest, out went his boat to fish. And while, in his four sailed boat, he pli solitary task at sea, his wife at tljinl eeehini enter!” Then she remaihed absorbed-in thong'. .1, and.shivefing with the cold, unconsoituis of all.outwai'd . sounds, of the black cor morants, which passed shrieking, snd ^of tlie rage of wind anf five children wer her knees and Heaven for her husband in 1: prayed to his struggle ness. And hard. The was a mere speck ted to the hook where the fish fell upon Heaven for with the -waves and truly such a life as his was likeliest place for fish w among the bret twice as large at obscure, capricious, changing on the moving desert, and yet which had to be discovered, in the fog and tempest of a winter night, by sheer skill and knowl edge of the tides and winds. And there —while the gliding waves ran past like emerald serpents, and the gulf of dark ness rolled and tossed, and the straining rigging groaned as if in terror—there, amidst the icy seas, he thought of his own Jenny; and Jenny, in her cottage, thought of him with tears. She was thinking of him then and praying. The seagull’s harsh and mock ing cry distressed her, and the roaring of the billows on the reef alarmed her soul. But she was wrapped in thoughts— lliDUglits of their poverty. Thoir little children went barefooted winter and Wheat bread they never a te; s! the wind summer. Wheat bn only bread of barley. Heavens! loarod like the bellows of afoi tie.- soacoast e -In urge, a: vil. S at sea! How terrible to .;mls are lers, sons—are in the tempest I” But Jenny was still more imhappy'. Her husband was alone—alone witliout assist ance on this bitter night. Her children were too little to assist him. Poor mother! Now she says, “I wish they were grown up to help their father 1 ” Foolish dream I In years to come, when they are with their father in the tempest, she will say with tetirs, “I wish they were but children stiU ! ” Jenny took her lantern and her cloak. “It is time,’’ she said to herself, “to see wliother he is coming back, whether the id whether the liglit is ” She sea is calmer, and v burning on the signal lal mast.” out. There was nothing to be seen- barely a streak of white on the horizon. It was raining, the dark, cold rain of early morning. No cabin window showed a gleam of light. AU. at once, while peering round her, her eyes perceived a tumble down old cabin wliioh showed no sign of light or The door was swinging in the wind; worm eaten walls seemed scarcely to support the crazy roof, on which rotten poor \vid( the other how slie if She kne No one answered. Jenny shiverecd cold sea wind, “She is ill. And her poor children! She has only two .of them ; but s' very poor, and has no husband. ” She knocked again, and called out, “Hey, neighborl” But the cabin was still silent. able to support the crazy roof, on the wind shook the yellow, filthy tufts of tliatc y,” she cried, “I ai vidovv wiium my other day alone and ill. I must sea ing on. ’’ at the door and listened. ■e iu the Heaven!’’ she said, “how sound she sleeps, that it requires so much to wake At the instant the door opened of itself. She entered. Her lantern illumined the interior of the dark and silent cabin, and showed her the water falling from the ceiling as through the opening of a end of the room an awful A 48-page b ok free. W . T . F I I Z G13RAT.1>, Atl’y-at I.aw, TVashliigiou, n . sieve. A t th e end of the room a n aw } form -was ly in g : a woman stretched out j y “ l E l TRT« , motio-nless, w ith bare feet and sightlesa idrtreia | eyes. Her cold, w h ite arm hung down Cer. Bill and F S g.. hite an I among the straw of the pallet. She was f, I dead. Once a strong and happy mother, _ _________ - ehe was now only the specter which re- f • struggle with the world. • I Near the bed on which the mother lay^ S two little children—a boy and a girl— le, and were heir mother, 3 dying, had 1 stomac S.' uvm ' ‘ and ' bowels , 1 • PURIFY THE BLOOD. • wrapped them in her dress to keep t • A RJUABL-rREJUEDy FOR S. warm when she herself was cold. 2 Biiia.NaM.,.ii«riid««iie, Otiuii- • , How sound they slept in their old, tot- • *■***?*» piir.«ij. tlwIyroiiHw. • ' tering cradle, w ith their Calm b reath and 1 Li ^ • ' quiet little faces! It seemed as if nothing • frpniiit^.'l^-Biiii Ui ii-iji- ~ •! could awake these sleeping orphans. 2 • ! Dutside the rain beat down in floods, and t Bt?5Rfi)e*i. (Hv* *’ i ' tlie sea gave forth a sound like an alarm t hell. From the old creviced roof, through I THK RIPAN8 CHKhpiOAl. 00. • * which blew the gale, a drop of -lyater fell * j down i t like a Mug? she entered the cabin the clifTi (wing white. She sank upmi the bed. She wiisverj [..I,-': mured to herself, moaned the savage sea. “My poor nianl Oh, heavens, what w illhesay? He has uln-uly so imi'-h trouble. What have I di'ive. now ? Fi\o children on our hands nlrea<ly! Tln-ii. father toils, arid toils, and yet, as if ha hadnot care eno.u.gh already, I niusUiia him this care more. Is that he'? Ao, nothing. I have done wrong—he would do quite right to beat me. Is that i;c?. No! So much the better! The door' )ves as if someone were coming in ; b . To think that I,should feel afraid and the fisherman, dragging Ids drippin.g ■net,.,appeared uppp the thresliold, anil cried with a gay laugh, “ Here comt-s tho ■Nayyl” “Y o u l” cried Jenny; and she cla.qi-d , h e r husband Ml(e,a lover, and pressed her qiquthi against hit tPUgb jacket. _ ‘.‘Here lam , wife,”- he said, showing in ■he t fll-elight thq, gpqd a^atwed and con- which ^epqy .loved so well. I have,been, unlucky,’’ he hontimicd. ‘tlYhat kind of weather have yon *^^^Dreadful!” “And,the fishing?\ “ Bad. But never mind. I have you in my arms again, and ,I am satislied. I have caught nothing at all. 1 have only torn my net. The deuce was in the wind to-night. At one moment of the tempest I thought the boat was foundering, and tire cable broke. But what have you been doing all this time?” Jenny felt a shiver in the darkness. “I ?” she said, in trouble. “Oh, noth ing; just as usual. I have been sewing. I have been listening to the thunder of the sea, and I was frightened.’’ “Yes; the winter i* a hard time. But never mind it now. ” Then, trembling a« if she were going to commit a crime: “Husbandl” she said, “our neighbor is dead. She must have died last night, soon after you went out. She has left two little children, one called AVilhehn and the other Madeline. The boy can hardly toddle, and the girl can only lisp. The poor, good woman was in dreadful The man looked grave. Throwing into a corner his fur cap, sodden by the tem pest: “The deuce!” he said, scratching his head. “We already have five chil dren ; tills makes seven. And already in bad weather we have to go without our supper. What shall we do now? Bah, it is not my fault; it's God's doing. These are things too deep for me. Why h.ns He taken away their mother from these mites ? These matters are too difficult to understand. One has to be a scholar to see through them. Such tiny scraps of children! Wife, go and fetch them. If they are awake, they must be frightened to be alone with their dead mother. We will bring them np with ours. They will be brother and sister to our five. When God sees that we have to feed this little our own, He will let As for me, I will work twice ns hard, loughl Be off and bring them! But what is the matter ? Does it vex you ? You are generally quicker than this,” His wife drew back the curtain. “Look!” she said. Is There to Be ■ P a p e r Age? Paper is fighting wood hard in the manufacture of boxes, buckets, and even Ijacking cases, and so perfect is the man ufacturing process that in many instances nothing bus the wonderful difference in weight can afford a clew to the presence of paper in the manufacture. Paper iking cases gra indestnictible, appar- us take more fish, drink water. I wil Enough! B« paratively new industry, and a new com pany with 11,850,000 capital has been to intro uce paper boards : es. Experiments have I ith buggy wagons and other 9 is needed, and 11,850,000 capital has organized to intro uce paper boards into ’■ Experiments have been other lines, made with terial fire proof i n c ourse of its construc tion, a n d this is a n additlppal advantage Is h ighly a p p reciated,—G 1 ' here is a hotel in N« larter of a mile long. raw York H U rly Aocepting the Inevitable. Few people have th e courage or philosophy to join in a laugh a t their own expense, particularly where per- , j3 sonal peculiarities are concerned. The D u ches of Orleans, m o ther of th e R e gent of Orleans, who governed France during th e m inority of Louis X'Y., was rem a rkable in this respect. Aware of the fact th a t she was n o t m e rely plain, b u t positively ugly, she resolved to make t h e best of it, and dism iss self- .. I paid little a tten ___ _ ise diam o nds and dress were sure to attract attention. On gn day.B m y husband used to m a k e : lay.B my hu _____ ___ ________ ___ rouge, which I did greatly against my will, as I hate everything that incom modes me. One day I made the Coun tess Sessions laugh heartily. She asked me why I never turned my head when ever I passed before a mirror—every body else did. I answered, because I had too much self-love to bear the sight of my own ugliness. I must have been very ugly in my youth. I had no sort of features; with little twinkling eyes, a short, snub nose, and long, thick lips, the whole of my physiognomy was far from attractive. Except for the good ness of my disposition, no one would have endured me. Perhaps there was not on the face of the em-tb such another pair of ugly hknds as mine. The king often told me so, and set mo laughing about i t ; for us I was quite sure of be ing very ugly I made up my mind tc be always the first to laugh at it. This succeeded very well, though I must )nfess it furnished mo with a good ock of material for laughter.\ : H E A L T H Y KIDIM E Y S! Hwill carry off all disease. If yourj \Kidneys are right then you are right.fi ^F o r e stlne Kidney CureJ vis the only medicine that -aill mako^ Mthem right and keep them so, or we^ w will pay you back yoiu- money. Gan* Pwe do more ? Residence of J. J. BACH, towville, N. Y. d General Mano^er^oMhe^Dome Live Stock J GLOvnnsviLLE, N. ■?., Oct. 3,1S9S FORESTIHE IKIDNEY CURE,! ■ Kidney Disear“ k For sale the \World over at $1 pe \bottle; G for $5, and guaranteed. A. BL00MIN6DALE, Prop., ( ' Gloversvilie. N. Y.£ N e r v e A v Bl-ood Tonic Wy^-. -iy LiAfis' s s f S i K i AMKLIA G. W-AIT. Executrix. WE TELL YOU DO YOU WANT TO ADOPT A BABTi >w business, i-.ithaabeea f e a i p s t GhEidren Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria, A STORY OF INVENTION. AN EARLY IDEA OF THE POWER OF STEAM. Tlio Uffort to Introiluco u Great Revoln- tluiii'Ainc Force to an Incredulous Pub lic iu the Sixtoentli Century W recked ■ SoU'utiflo aiind. There lived in Normandy, where he was born, iu 157G, a man named Solo mon Cans. He -was an engineer and architect, and h ad held several impor tant positions. Ho wrote a great many scientific works and papers, of which, however, no one took mncli notice dur ing his life, and finally^ was seized with an idea which naude 'his friends and relatives fear that ho was mad. After po.stering the King .and the Cardinal at Paris, he was ordered to be taken to Bieotre—the mad house—and there shut up. This was done. They had just one way with mad people in those daj’s They shut them in iron cages and fed them thi-ongh the bars like wild beasts. They did this to Solomon Cans. For a long time he stood bo- hind those bars all day and called to those who would listen, and to them repeated the story he had told the Cardinal. He became the jest of the place. Some of them even gave him writing materials, and then, amid the misery of his surroundings, he wrote down his ideas and amused Lis jailera so much the more. However, it could not be long before such a life, such surroundings, would shatter any brain. In time Solomon Cans was as mad os every one believed him. It was in 1624 that an English noble man, Lord 'Worcester, went to Paris and visited Bicetre. As he was passing through the great court accompanied by the keeper, a hideous face, with matted beard and Lair appeared at the grating and a voice shrieked -wildly, '^Stop 1 stop! I am not mad. lam shut up here most unjustly. I have made an invention which would enrich the country that adopted it.” “What does he speak of the Marquis asked his guide. “Oh, that is bis madness,” said the man, laughing. “That is a rnan called Solomon Oaus ; he is from Nor mandy ; he believes that by the use of the steam of boiling water he can make ships go over the ocean and carriages travel by land ; in fact, do all sorts of wonderful things. He has even written a book about it which I can show you.” Lord Worcester asked for the book, glanced over it, and desired to be con ducted to the call of the writer. When he returned he had been weeping. “The poor man is certainly mad now,” he said, “but when you imprisoned him here he was the greatest genius of the age. He has certainly made a very great discovery.” After this Lord Worcester made many efforts to pro cure the liberty of the man, who doubt less would have been restored to reason by freedom and ordinary surroundings, hut in vain ; the Cardinal was against him, and his English friends began to fancy that he himself had lost his senses, for one -wrote to another : “My lord is remarkable for never being sat isfied with any explanations which are given him, but always wanting to know for himself, although he seems to 1 ieroe to the very center of a speaker’s thoughts with his big blue eyes that never leave theirs. At a visit to Bi cetre he thought he had discovered a genius in a madman, who declares that lie would travel the world over with a kettle of boiling water. He desired to carry him away to London that he might listen to his extravagances from morning till night, and would, I think, if the maniac had not been actually raving and chained to the wall.” Thus in Bicetre died the man to whom, after his works were published, many people gave the credit of being tlie discoverer of steam power', and it is said that from the manuscript -writ ten in bis pr-ison Lord Worcester gath ered the idea of a machine spoken c a “water-commanding engine,” wl ho afterward invented. Histor have denied that Cans died in prison, but there exists a letter written by Mar ion de Lorme, who was with Lord Worcester at the time of his interview with Cans, which establishes the fact beyond doubt.—Invention. No More Knooking Down* Time was that a passenger condu on a railroad running out of Phila phia used to drive to the depot in a fine carriage, with a driver in livery, when ever he was going to take put his train,. He returned a small fortune when he was investigated. Those were the days when conductors had a chance to steal the fares that were paid to them by ) whoho didid notot haveave tickets.icket passengers w d n h t Very many of them did steal. S ue great as seventy-five thousand Dvered from thieving S as great lars have been recovered from thie It is told of one of these conductors that he once collected a fare from a man who was one cent short of the full amount. The pi made good the shortage in a f( and said to the conductor, “I suppose you bane turned in my fare, and now you will lueep this penny?” The con ductor loo,ked at Mm. “Oh, no,” said towns., but a far closer watch thar is k e p t upon the tickets. On the great rotids the numbers of the tickets sold for each train are charged against that train._ If a man buys a ticket and car- I'ie.s i t several days without using it, that ticket is still charged against the train it was sold for. If several tickets thus charged are not turned in, the company looks into the ease. If a con ductor should take tickets, as used to be done, and tiu-n them in to a friendly agent, unpunched, to be sold again, his aoeonnts would not agree with the sta tion agents’ or the general passenger ngonts' records, and he would be called ujion to explain tbe irregularity. Al most the only ohanoe a dishonest con ductor has to “nip\ a fare now is when a man at a flag station has not been able to buy a ticket. Tbe conductor is pretty certain to give him a rebate check, because the stray passenger may be a spotter. T h e sense of shame is of g r e a t im p o r t ance. W h en one is asham e d of having been w ithout sham e she will no t after ward have occasion ■ ■ 1 f o r sh a m e.—Men- f tcbigan h a s am e n d e d its State laws th a t children suffering from con sum ption or chronic c a tarrh m u s t ba ex cluded from th e public schools. k m m n work . •G o o d b y ef\ Barbara speaks the words slowly and with outward calmness, but inwardly her heart is all on fire with wrath and i iteous indignation. Charlie Stafford irtfs all on righteous indignation. Charlie S is pale and angry looking as he stands; confronting her, his dark eyes full of a; somber light, his lips compressed beneath; the shadow of his black mustache. “ Good bye!” repeats Barbara, with a suggestive glance toward the door. “You mean it, Barbara—Miss Lyn wood, I should say ’’ (stiffly)—“you really mean to throw me over in this cold blooded fashion after all these months? the false assertions of a gossip, and believe— I guilty of this of which You can crei scandal loving g actually believe me you accuse me? Barbara—Miss wood, I msan—I would iieved it of you. You hi a ti-usting little thing, so ----- ’’ “Hush! Isay; not another word, sir! “That is just what Mrs. Moore said,” sh( pants, in a low, hushed voice—“that same scandal loving old gossip of whom you speak. She said that I was easily influenced, and believed all that you might say without reservation; that, in short, you were trifling with me, and I was too silly and gullible to comprehend the truth of the situation. She told if yoiur flirtation with Mrs. J “\Whichis utterly false,” interpolates, the young man quietly, but his dark eyes flash with resentment—“utterly and ab solutely false, Barbara. I have been de cently polite to Mrs. Amyot, no more, and she is engaged to my cousin. Well, what else did Mrs. Moore say to you ?“ “I have told you all that I care to re peat, ” returns the girl defiantly; “but it is enough to prove to me that we can ba fi-iends no longer, you and I. \We have never been anytliing but mere friends.\ “No, we have been nothing but mere friends, Barbara,” he returns sadly; ‘^yet ----- ” He holds put his hand. “ Good bye, then, ” he says simply. For just, a moment her hand lies Hi hfs broad palm; then the door opens and closes, and he is gone. “Gouel” she moans in the bitterness of her aching h eart; “gone—forever I Yet, jrlie, Charlie, I would lay down itorpolat HU M P H R E Y S ’ This Psxcious OiHmiNT is tbs - triomph of Scientific Medicinsb Nothing h a t ever been p rodnesd to equal o r compare with it aa a c i n u t m and iiXAUHO AFPUCATioN. Ith a s ’beso Hied 40 years and always affords relief and always gives satisfiiction. Cure* P iuu or H iuokkhohis - Sitiraal ar latemal, Blind or Bleeding—Itching *ad Boraing; CracksorFiMinrM;Ti*hiUinAiMi Worms of the Rectum. Th* r*lM is Imme diate—the cure certain. WITCH HAZEL OIL Cures B urns , Scalde and Ulceratioii and Contraction from Bums. The relief is inrtaat. Cures Boiu, Hot Turnon, Ulcere; Fis- tulis, Old Sores, Itching Empikme, Scoriy or Scald Head. It u iniaUible. Cure* I nflaukd or C axxd Baxasts and Sore Nipples. It is inralnable. Price, 50 Cent*. *0)4 Sr ■oaraRan’nB.00., maiiiwa THE PILE OINTMENT Trial sine, ag Caata. HEW YORK CENTRAL oh, Chai Moore said,” wliat object c( ienting the matt interest her, your sake! But, lot help believing what Mrs. goes on slowly, “for she have in misrepre-, a not concern of affairs be- iterest her, the state tween Charlie Stafford and myseli she has told me enough to make n him up forever. How can I bear : “To boast ini thee presenceesence of th pr id my level” she goes on, rath—“to say that he is eisen- I—that Barbara Lyn- Uiat he poss in angry wi tial to my happiness—that Ba wood will not look a t another man he is near! Such conceit—such ( gous, abominable insultsl” She can go pauses to take h her oivn room to prepare for the evening imusement—a dance at a neighbor’s. It will be an informal affair—Littleto Is a small village—b forward to this dar unalloyed happine ford. She dresses' Barbara has ] ;e with thoughts of with Charlie Staf- i-self in her prettiest 3u’s hand- gown and is soon at some home, where already a large num ber of young people are assembled. But Charlie Stafford is not present, and he does not make his appearance'dur ing the entire evening. Mrs. Amyot, a prntty young widow, volunteers the in formation that he has left Littleton—ha* gone to another city to remain indefi nitely. Barbara overhears the announce ment and her heart stands still with a dark foreboding of coming evil. Yet she has sent him away from her. Why. then, should she be troubled? She leaves Mi's. Morton’s at an early hour and goes home in a very unenviable frame of mind. When she reaches home she finds Mrs. Moore in the parlor with her mother. At sight of the girl the irrepressible old gossip, who is old enough to know better, cries effusively: “Such a thing has happened. Barbie I” You know Charlie Stafford? Of course, I am only jesting; we all know that you are well acquainted with liim, and that he has been your very shadow. Well, poor fellow 1 he was going to Memphis this evening to remain for some time, but his horse ran away while he Was rid ing to the station to take the train; he was thrown to the ground and is seri ously injured. Barbaral where are j on go- “ To Charlie, Iwillgol It was I who sent him away, and he has suffered through my folly! Mamma, Ihsvef known Charlie Stafford all my life. He is an orphan, and alone In the world. Shall “Barbarba, my dear, be quiet—be rea sonable! \interrupts Mra, Lynwood has tily. “You have not heard the whole of Mrs. Moore’s story. Charlie was thrown from his horse almost in front of our door. He was brought into the house; he is here now. Mrs, Moore, will you make your peace with Barbarba ?” Mrs. Moore comes to the girl’s side. “My dear, I have to beg your forgive ness for a wretched attempt at a practi cal joke, ” she mnrmurs. “1 am all to blame in regard to the matter. In a spirit of foolish bravado I had said that I would make you angry with Charlie would give 7ould fail, but you see Barbie, it was I who inventei onsensewhic\ pretending that it ci H u d son B iT e r Hailroad- FOUR-TRAGK TRUNK LINE This is the only line landing pasaengeri in the city of New York—All train* ^ arriving at and departing from Grand Central etation, 4tk ave. 43d at., ike voryoentrsaf city. Crains Icnv* Trsjr a t f*lIoWs; Tr“ ;'spso‘ll wuS p;riir oar dkily ^ i i i GOING WEST, a S s i ^ s S S '- K ® '’- “ i” :!! \rln ■iiiuny.'dsiVfriw Trslns run on standard time, FRANK J. WOLFK, Gsn. Ajtsnt. Albnmy S tatio n , JT*w Y o rk. Grand Central station, W*w York. Delaware & Hudsan Railroad, THROeaH TBAINa*0»TK ^ i i S ! Running limo of local trains bstween Troy s>* SOUTH AND WBBT. Susquehanna DlTieion. on, Shares, Cher- Fitchburg Railroad. MAVB TBOT. Stafford—so angry that you would givi him up forever. Mra, Amyot made a wager that I would fail, but y did not. Barbie, it was I who i that nonsense which I retailed to you, * •tending th at it came from Charlie ‘ Itafford’s lips. Ho was not guilty of such a thing. He worships you, Barbara Lynwood, and yet you have believed the senseless tales told you by a silly old J woman who is always meddling in other | J C b „ u . lies, in bodily pain but with his mental ard'iiuti^nd! JrsbL%u'°Jm:cUol. satisfactions and inspirations from commonest events^ everyday phenomeni my daily walk, the convoraations of my neighbors may inspire mo and I may dream of no heaven b ut that which lies about me. I wish to live ever so as £b derive iny *n':66'*s. n the Sumi'ay. ’ ..d , Fiichlniig passenger. Daily except good?” “The leath e r is all r ight, b u t the p a t e n t seems to h a r e expire d .” To be goodjs to do good, ’% p . n with sleepinscar. m. express from Montreal with drawiri Boslon, Nortl Boston 8:00 p ni C. A. NIMMO. G. W Children Cry for PJtcher’6 C astorla.
