Pittston Gazette

              KflrABLISIIEDlHKO. » VOL,, XLVI. NO. 41 i Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. JUNE 5, 1£CI(! A Weekly local and Family Journal. Fate, a J'jri m her (eons have our siueerest broko it open all of u-llutter to see whether Phil wanted her to coiuo oat to him at last, she felt hardly so much delighted with the news it contained as she knew she ought to be. On the contrary, she took it down to her mother, half crying. was nign, ana surmounted oy a luscious wealth of glossy black hair which Phil liover remembered to have seen equaled before for its silkinessof texture and its strange blue sheen, like steel or the grass of the prairies. A queenly grace distinguished her mien. Her motion Was equable. As once the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they wore fair and straightway coveted tliem, even so Philip Oilman looked at that dignified stranger and saw at the first glance she was a woman to be loved, a soul high throned, very calm and beautiful. one, won t talk Jike that. 1 never could stand it. I shall require him to be desperately, wildly in love with me! If be tries to be philosophic, whj», ho'll have to go elsewhere!" Fate drives us on. Yield we to fates No carking cares will mend our state Or chanice the web that fortune weaves. Poor mortal man, who sins and grivVes, Ri« course from heaven receives. There is the thread relentless spun Of every life beneath the sun. ipheir ordered path all things pursue, And from the old was bom the nev. . No god that knits the causal t-lmin That knits events might break in tvain. No prayer avails—his race eaeh onC fOreruled must run. sy.upathy wardrobe, t venture to asK, 11 it persists in being seasick and sticking to its berth the whole way out from London to Aden? The consequence was that Aggie and Captain Stuart w ere thrown a great deal together during the course of their voyage. When Aggie sang to tbo Peninsular and Oriental piano in the big saloon, it was Angus Stuart who turned over the leaves of her music Ixxjk. When Aggie sat on deck mid declined lunch CLUB HOUSE A GO. DElD HEROES HONORED. REPUBLICAN CONVENTIONS CHAPTER II. Ihe Aimttroiig Prop«rty Biu Been Pur- The County Fx'cntlve Committee Meets Five years rolled on, and Phil Gilman prospered. He wasn't quite a viceroy, to Insure, but be Was a deputy collector. Not a man in the Deceau got on better than ho did. His excellency was pleased more than onee in that short time to promote Mr. Philip Gilman to successive posts in successively dreary up country districts. Phil saved and scraped, and all for Aggie. At the end of five years, with his own little income and his rising pay, he began to feel himself in a position to think about marrying. He would send homo for A;;gie now and nsk her to ooiue out to liim. He coukl redeem that long standing pledge •ml make himself and her happy. chased by the Exeter Club mid h Hull Will be Built. and FUm the Dates. Phil was just on (he point oflwiswering, "Ah, but if a wauwasin love with you that would be altogether different," but politeness, to say the troth, rather than loyalty to Aggie, prevented him from voicing the thought that was in him. 'l heir Graves Decorat*d Willi Flags The Republican County Execu ive Commit ee met in Wi ke birre last week and decided to hold tbe Senatorial C nngress'.onal and Conaty Conventions on Jane 80th. The primaries will be held on the previous Saturday. The Lealslative Conventions will beheld on Jane 29th. The club house and hall on the West Sile can be put down as a pretty sure t log Tiie Exeter Club, the projretora of the scheme, held a meeting last nlgbt, at whii h it wa« decided to purchase the Arms'rorg property, corner of avenue and Linden street. The mem era of the c ab have hud the pnrcoase of this propei ty under consideration for a long t me b.it difli titles arose to prevent them from securing the plot. Everything now is favorable. The club b&4 been rffC*red the pi ice and It only remains now to blud the bargain. No better looatlon for a bnl dlcg of this kind could be found in the borough. It Is in the heart of the town and convenient. The place of the c'ub are to mike extensive repairs on the building dow on the site and transform It into a modern club honse .0.1 the vacant lot in the rear of this building, fronting on Linden street, will be located the large hall, which will be up to date in every particular. It is expected tba' there wiil be two fl iors, lnclnllng the basement, and the buildlag wi 1 be of •bout the s'z-) of Armory Hall, In d 9«rent parts of the hall will be located dressing and reception rooms, pantry, and ali other convenienots essential to a first class ball room. A bout one-half of the basement walls will be above ground. The bmement will be need for amusements, C-.u )h as bowling alley and billiards. A g) moaslum outfit will also be placed In this room. When ccmplettd, from aB aiohitectural standpoint, the on'ldlng will be a beauty and a credit to tne town. The Im provement to the hou Ce and the work on the building will be started jmt as soon * everything Is settlr d and Flowers. "What is it, darling?" her mother And Aggie, treniblingyiolently, handed it to her to read. When her mother had read it Aggio laid that fluffy head on hor shoulder and sobbed aloud. asked. A MOST FITTING CELEBRATION. —Seneca. Can you put the kernel kick in the nut Or the broken egi; in the shell? Can you put the huney back in the comb coyer with wax each cell? pita jt)U put the t*Drfuint back in the vast) When Pfice jt haa sped away? Pan you pat the corn silk back on the corn "Besides," Freda went on, "if yon wore very much in love—at least aa 1 count it—yon wouldn't have said you'd bring her photograph down when yon next went up. You'd haw rushed up for it at onoe, that very moment, and exhibited it with pride and joy and confidence. And yon wouldn't have said it was kiud of me to want to see her. You'd have taken it for granted every human being was dying to behold her beautiful face, and you'd have considered it a preat favor to me to show me. her ponraitv" Phil laughed in spite of himself. "You're qui te pgh|,'1 he said frankly, "That's just bow 1 felt-—some four oy five years ago. But Oflefcau't keep It up |o that white you "know—at least "At least not, when?" Freda put it as he hesitated. with thanks, for pressing reasons, ft was Angus Stuart who brought her up the unsugared lemonade and one dry biscuit which alone appealed to her maritime appetite. Old ladies on board temarked with malioious glee what a pity it was poor dear Airs, Mackinnon wasn't Well enough to come up and look after her charge. Old gentlemen observed with a knowing smile that Miss Oswald was going out to be married at Bombay, but they rather imagined she'd mistaken the bridep-oom. Sunday School Children Assist in Beauti- "Now it comes to the pinch, mother," she said, quivering, "it seems so hard to go, so hard to leave you and sail alone so far across the sea. Five years ago it didn't. You see, it's so long since I saw dear Phil he seems almost like a stranger. I can't bear to think I've got to leave you all and go away o,000 miles to a stranger—even though I love him. He may Ve so attfully changed, yon know. His photograph's quite altered. And he may think me so different now from his own ideal of me," ful Services at tlie Market Street and Plttston Cemeteries, and Scatter Frag- It ought always to be a credit and honor to a town or city to have its } danger men and women miking*, brilliant records in scholarship in the academlei ar.d preparatory schools of our country. Such urely ought to be so in the case of J. Truman Evans, son of William L Evans, of 8outh Main street. Mr Evans has been in attendance Bt Ch ltenham Military Academy, one of the beet preparatory and military schools In the East, for the past three years, and during that time has acq ilt'ed himself in a brilliant manner. His first year was characterlz d by carrying away the very highest honors in the school in the form of a handsome gold medal, and he also win a high honor medal. He was »Vbn more bu cessful in his sccond year, winning two fiae go d medals in competitive examinations in Litln and Higher English, and another high honor medal. Tols year his standing in soil Warship entitled him to the valedictory of his class, the largest ever graduated from the institution, and we find he is the probable candidate for the handsome scholarship medal given by Mr. Jay Cooke, of Philadelphia, the great financier of Civil War times. Mr Evans has not only shown excellent scholarship, but during the past few years has displayed wonderful skill in nsing the pen, being a fine penman. He is editor in chief of the Cheltenham. Reveille, and is captain of his company at school. Mr. Evans intends to pursne his edu nation still higher, and it is hoped h« will oondnot himself In the sane admirable manner as he has done in Cheltenham.A Plttaton Boy's Sui cess. There was much excuse for him. He had been living for three years in an IP country station, where he had never once seen a real live white woman, and under such circumstances the tuere sight of one's fellow couutrywomeq (believe who bus tried) is a delight and a joy to one. And then she was so beautiful, with such a high type of intellectual beauty; no more fluffy haired schoolgirl, with red cheeks and lips, but a genuine woman, with souj ip her face and a pervading sense of feraoe and dignity in all movements. When she stepped forward and smiled and held trot her hand to him, Phil'9 heart sank instantly* To think that in a  Which incloses such infinite possibilities as these ho should have tied himself down blindfo^—for jt was really Vlind- §0 yearn of fcretty Aggie Os- Wjll rant Blossoms nu the Monnds of the pr down on the catkins—say! Ys»u think my question* are trilling, dear. lferole Dead. It would be nard to conceive of a more fitting observance of Memorial Day than tbat carried cut today by W. G Nugent Post, Qiand Army of the Republic, of this city. In a quiet and-unoetentatlous manner, in keeping with the true spirit of the day, the veterans of the Orand Army and their friends commemorated the servioee of the fallen heroes and placed fl)«ers and flags upon their graves in the various oemeteries.liet me ask another one. Can a hasty w Crd ever be unsaid Or a deed unkind undone? —Wide Awake. Five years had rolled on, but they had rolled on *(as observant souls may often note to be the ease) by one day at a time, through 12 months of each year, with long, slow regularity. Now, all those mouths Pf;1 Gilman had written by every mail ro Aggie, and by every pistil he had heard in return front Aggie again. At first he had sat down to write each time with ardent affection. He hi d torn open Aggie's letters, when they came, with eager' expectancy, But as Qjouths If and he never saw Ag gie this first flush of young love began to i\Je away Imperceptibly, until at last, almost'Without knowing it himself, ha sat down so ~nianv times a Week to write Jus budget as a pure matter of duty. Sometimes it rather worried io. Lave to gnC} statu.kiting fresh to say to Aggie i he wrote, not so mneh fa*uufxD he wanted to write, as because he knew Aggie would be disappointed not to get a letter, Aud so she wonitl have been, indeed; she would have cried yoiv biv terly that Piii| should have neglected her. Phil was alwaysst) punctt»ali what conki lie the of this delay? Was it possible that Phil, her dear Phil, was forgetting herS Aggie and. Angus Stuart, however,, went on happily unconscious of the unkind remarks whispered about them in confidence in the saloon at night when iney two engaged In admiring on deck the phosphorescence on the waves or the very singular brilliancy of the tropical moonlight. Her mother gazed at her in speechless surprise. Five years are not nearly so long at 60 as at three and twenty. "But surely, Aggio," she said, "JQM Wouldn't so ungrateful to our d$ar Phil as to throw him over now anjf refuse to go out to him—l;e who Las  true {o yop so long and behaved so generously t jt would break hrs heart, poor iellowTf It faould just  for him! Think of thereTToiJiug and piling and saving and scraping, out in India so lo«g, and dreaming of all the while and writing every mail to you I Why, Aggie, what  you mean? You could never refuse him." Py GEANT ALLEK, (Oopyneht, JHB6, by Orant A lien. J UttAi'lbK I. They were shnpfy Heartbroken. Its, I repeat it, heartbroken. No diamond cement that ever was made  lepafr tlie injured organs. For when Philip GiUpnji left kondon to go out to cripd Jjis eyes red ovW his sad farewells'to Aggie' Oswald, they two Were jn love with one another—madly Hffor-P* V'f" ?«B" {hat affection which enduies for pternitjFjs—or, ifo be piore precisely piatliematical, for nix months'at least , pn aq average computation. PJiiJip  been placed third in the India civil competition, and the boundless prospective wealtlj Tfhjeb that position promises (in depreciated rupees') lie mi oeeded forthwith to lay at |he feet oi prptty little Aggie.' Ami no wowle* he ■id 80,jor she was as airy, faify a little butterfly as ever flitted through a ballroom among admiring lads of one and tSventv. Every Nidy who saw her fell a Victim at bwee to that fluffy brbwn hair and that arch little smile of hers. No t- Oxford undergraduate was ever known fq jesisf that tripping tongue; no subaltern at AldersHdt was ever known to withstand the winning grace of those pinky white cheeks and those cherry j-wJ Jips pf Aggiip Oswald's. Put fhilip Oilman was tho hero who bore off the prize. What wonder, when he could make love to her in Tamil and Telugu almost as fluently as in English its«lf? Not that Aggie understood fifip w»*d of either of those learned tongpee—a little bad French bounded the tale of her linguistic accompli shinents—■but the glamour of them shone through to her from his thoughtful brown eyes, which spoke a language Universally understood. He was a clever feUqwi aud an earnest one Into the bargain, and if ho thought himpelf desperately in love with the pretty haif and the laughing mouth— fvhy, fnany a good man has made the Same sort of mistake at one and twenty. We were one and twenty ourselves once, you and J, though it's a long time einoe, and were the girls we then thought we could never be happy without the same as those with whom we finally decided upon passing a mundane existence together * J tryw not, if I recollect it aright; our hearts got broken— hud very decently mended again—some Jialf dozen times before we were 30. Well, the flight beffye Philip left London he spent at the Oswalds', as in duty bound, and sternest of little Aggies mamma, un' flee thorn special left then) alone in for a ° pouplp of hours pf ttgot&M leave taking. Philip was particularly^.;ertaiu as to their plans for the future, I "I shall save up every an. he said—he spoke of instead of speaking of fSt C|er to give a touch of yw to prove his minute acxji^ that India he Isgd never While the day was quite generally recogniz d as a public holiday, the oolllerits and m*ny business houses being closed, there wae so far as we were able to notice nu unseemly onduct on the pirt of the thousands of people who appeared on the streets, and at least on the east side of the rivar much interest was taken in the services conduct ed by the Poet. On one such evening, in the Red sea, tbey stood together by the taffrail with one accord and looked over in unison into the deep white water. There was silence for awhile. Then Stuart spoke abiuptly. "Well, at least not when you don't see the gir\ you love for five years 05 thereabout," Phil answered* with rare candor. The vision stepped forward and held out one frank hand. "Oh, Mr. Oilman," F»eda cried, "I'm afraid you're very fickle!" "You haven't seen him for five years," he said meditatively, without anything special to indicate the personality of the him in "That's a very long time, you know, Miss Oswald. At your age and his in five years people often alter wonderfully." (Being himself lust Ciu, auo square uvm. at mat, Angus Stuart affected ftiways to speak to Aggir in the character of a grandfather.) "Oh, I hope not!" Aggie cried feiv. vently, with a little shudder of alarm, Jor, to say the truth, her new friend had ,ust voiced the very terror that was perjetuallv consuming her. "It's only five rears, you know, and wo wCye- awfully fond of each other!" "Mr. Oilman?" *he said inquiringly. "All, yes, I thought so. My uncle's sq sorry, but he had to go out, and he asked me to receive yon. You've heard my name, I daresay; I'm his niece—Miss Trevelyan." Tae members of the Po-tt, to the numb.r ot fifty, gathered at the Poet headqaarters at nine o'cloct, and soon afterward, in oarriagfs and wagons, started for Market Street Cemetery. A very large company o' people had gathered here to witatss the exercise*, acd they were of a most inter eating and appropriate character. Besides the Poet there were present, Riv. Fathers Firmer), Qainnan and Lavelle, several 3 sters from 8t. J.ihn's Convent, acd the choir composed of students from St. Johc's Academy. The ritual of of the Grand Army of the R public for Memorial Day was re»d by Post Commander Daniel Howell, and the prayer was read by Rev. William G. Simpson, acting as chaplain. The following prog'bmne wns then carried out: Song, "Cover Them Over With Beantlfnl Flowers" : a poem, "Oar Canntry," by Whlttier; song, "Rest, Sodler, Rhsf, Thy Labor Is Done;" reading of the 50 h Paalm, miserere; de profnndis, Paalm 59; prayer; song, "Sleep, Soldiers, Sleep." Daring the service committees decorated the graves, and afterward the children placed iliweis npm them. MNo; not fickle," Phil answered, growing hot and red. Ho oouldn't bear to be called perfidious by such beautiful lips. He couldn't bear such lovely eyeq to look so reproachfully aoross. at fcim riien he leaned forward gravely. "Min said, with some earnestness, "you mustn't think of me like that. I really couldn't bear thftt you should imagine ri\e Waring in due— consideration $or Aggie. But, remember, we were young—we were both very young—when I went ft way from England. Aggie was 18, and I was one and twenty. Naturally I hardly know what sort of girl she may have grown into by this time. Naturally she can hardly know what sort of man she's f9ju& laarry." "Refuse him 1 Oh, denr no, mother!" Aggio faltered out, quite shocked herseli at the bam suggest ion "I didn't mean that. I meant—I only meant I didn't feel quitesoglad, now it's actually come, as—1 always used to think I should. I begin to wonder now what Phil will be like, uftor uvtD years' absence. I've pictured him to myself just as ho was when we saw him last. I'm trying to picture hiia now as five years will have made him." Phil accepted the proffered hand with some slight misgivings—he was so very dusty—and I blush to write it, but something much like a little thrill of delight ran through him at touch of her plunder fiugCTs. If poor Aggie (at Port Said) could have seen her lover just that moment, she would have turned back that very day and returned by the homeward bound mail to London, though, to be sure, poor Aggie herself was that moment engaged in a very desperate and heartfelt flirtation with ■=-r-but I will not anticipate. There's avast deal of difference, however, between 21 and 2Ci. For those fivt king years Phil had saved every penny (he said penny quite naturally now, annas having grown only too common and unclean to him), and at the end of that time, when he Ix-gau to think to him self lie might' now send home for his boloved Aggie—why, a strange sort of discovery broke suddenly over jkiut Great heavens I What was this? Was lio overjoyed at the pros{**;t? ]D d he hail with effusion the advent of that long wished for, much desired, day? Was lie half man with delight, half wild with expectancy? If the truth must be tokl—oh, dear me, not a bit of it 1 It occurred"to him al) at puce that for the last two years or thefeabout he had been waving and writing not for pure, puro love, tut by mere force of habit. The originaT flame had died down, the original impulse had worn itself out, and now, in their place, strange, critical doubts and fears obtruded all unawares their unwelcome facet * GUARDSMAN SHOT DRAD. A Distressing Accident at Parsons 1 nst " 'Were.' " Stuart answered, with a, quiet smile. "You say 'were' yourself. That doesn't qnke look as if you were desperately in love with him just at present, does it?" And he smiled at her wisely. Saturdaj Mrs. Oswald gave a sigh of distinct relief. It would really have been terrible if Aggie had lest five yearR of he? life—and the l«st \ ears, too—oq this clever young fellow in the Indian civil and then thrown him overboard. At 23, after such a long engagement, her chances of placing herself would be seriously impaired. And though she, had other opportunities, dud was made much of everywhere, yet Philip was really a very eligible young man—and a deputy collector I Mrs. Oswald set herself forthwith to check, by every means she knew,these vague misgiyiygs( Aggie must not be encouraged ib nef doubts about Phil. She must lie made to Teel she was in honor bound to go out and marry him. A wry dlstreeeing accident occurred In Parsons on Saturday, reuniting In the death of one of the town's most prominent residents, Sergeant O edlah Rbtjiides, eon o' William Riodes, and nephew of» Cap •afn Bhoadea. The unfortunate man was Qa .rtermaeter of Co E, Ninth Regiment, of Parsons Mining Notes of Interest. Phil looked down at his coat and stammered out foebly some inarticulate apology. 36 pa«*ed u seoond. Then he spoke more seriously. "At the time we both loved one another dearly. It was heartrending to part. If we'd married •him and there, we should no doubt tyflVfc i;one 011 loving one another Just as dearly to this very $uy. Hut then we should tya,ve seen a great deal meanwhile of each other. As it is, conceal it w® may from ourselves, we muslf meet as strangers. M$ §i»t anxiety will he to S\*D what kind of girl has come Out to marry ma Aggie's first anxiety will be to see what kind of man she has come out to marry. May I speak to you frankly—only in self defense, yon know,  to repel your charge of fleklen$8a£ Well, till the moment vtiwl when I oould send hoipQ {q? Aggie, my one feeling was a Kinging to be able to marry her. I, looked at her photograph day and with a distinct taptnte. { Ipoked at it often. It gave ute a thrill to look at it It waa only on the very day that 1,  bomo to ask her to come ont to pie that another side to the qnestioq occurred to me. } thought to myself, all ouoft, jt's not the Aggie of today I'm looking forward to see at all, but the Aggie of five years What reason have I to she will be to me now at ftU the same person? I loved the girl of 18 when I left England, and i{ that girl could come out to Iwoi'i love her just dually. But how do 1 \tm»w 1 'ilAll love the girl of 38 who now bears tLe same name? And if I find her altered ont of all recognition what a terrible thing for her I What terrible thing for me I What a Vknv for both of usl $tuw appalliug to feel you're marrying a woman you don't really love! How appalling fur her to be marrying a man w'iio can't really love her I We're taking one another now in the dark, pnt the best face you csm upon it" The discovery of-the Diamond seam at Williams colliery, now leads to the plausible supposition that at a greater depth they will find the Mammoth vein in one great unbroken basin, bereft of the pitches and curves that m«rk its oCDn:se and the oonrse of other measures throughout the region. If this supposition proves correct it will revolution'29 the theories that have been held hitherto concerning the coal deposits of this vicinity and the problem of mining that has h'taerto been bothering operators and prospective operators will have been solved —PUtsviUe Jownal. A prudent maiden would have diverted conversation. But Aggie hesitated and temporized. "I'm really not fit for ladies' society," ho murmured, with a glance at the landed estate. "From Punria here is so ts rribly dusty !" "Well, five years is a very long time," ihe admitted, with a slight sigh, "and of course que naturally wouders whether a person will really strike one now exactly as he struck one five whole long years ago," Ihe an .rdsmen have ariflj range located near the Mineral Spring colliery, on the outskirts of Parsons, and this morning * 1 umber of them from Wilkeebarre and : Parsons gathered at the range for practice. Rt»DadC a was keeping score and was sitting In a protected place near the 11 net. There happened to be a little . deity In the shooting, and Rhoadee i Jtn k his head out from the protected plsoe, jast as H*rry Whipple, a member of Co. B, of Wilkeebarre, fired at the target. The bullet at uck Rboades in the left aide 3t 1 he neok and came out on the other «'d«, severltg the jognlar vein and Injuring tbe larynx The wounded man ran •bout 400 y.rds, and ihen fell to the CDomd, dying In a few momenta. Freda Trevelyan smiled. "Oh, we've all done it ourselves," she answered. "I came from Punna last week, so I know how to sympathise with you. One feels as if ihe Indian ocean didu't hold enough water ever to wash one quite clean again. I won't you into the drawiug room u°W and keep yon sitting in discomfort. You'd better go op to your own room (\t (dice, and as soon as you've rid of the first few layers a cup of tea'11 be ready down here for you," The Post then proceeded to the Pitteton cematery. Here, too, there was a very large o.mptny of people, hundreds of neatly dresstd chhdrea being among the nnmbar. The children from the two Snaday schools oa Welsh Hill, the Baptist and the Congregational, who were to slog patriotic hymns, marched to the cemetery In a body, presenting a pretty sight The oemetery it self appeared to batthr alvantage than ever before. It Is being kept In exoellent condition, and the lot owners seemed t i have taken ma :h pride in decora'lag the graves with flowers. Tae Poet, with the Stars ami Stripes flying, formed a circle on the main road, in about the oenter of ths cemetery, where the strvioes were heid. The Memorial Day service, the same as that uaed la the Market Street Oemetery, was read, and there were brief but ve:y appropriate addresses, bearlog on the significance value of Memodal Day, by Rev. W. D. Thomas and Rev. Wm. G. Simpson. The Saod »y s hool chll dren sang "My Country 'Tis of Thee" and "Star Spangled Banner," and many others joined tQem in rendering two old Welsh hymns, "Hadderefitld' and "The R:surreotlon " The service was closed with the ben diction by Rev. *.r. Thomas, when the children' strewed fl mere npon the graves of the soldiers. "Precisely!" Angus answered and dropped the subject Ho went on to remark on the beauty, of the phosphorescence that sparkled and danced upon the surface of the water. They leaned over to look at it once more together. Lovely object, phosphorescence on the surface of the water, especially when von look over at it, twapersons together! In poiut of fact, they stopped up looking at it, in that balmy southern air, till almost midnight, and only retired to their respective berths iuKt in time for saving the last end of the lights before they were ruthlessly put out for the evening. The old ladies on board shook their heads next day and observed to one another with scandalized faces that the sooner Miss Oswald got safe to Bombay the better for her lov^r. Ia&ac Moister, for the Lihlgh Valley Cotl Company, and L. O. Emmerich, for Mr. Roderick, met yesterday and selected David Roberts as the third member of the arbl • tratlon committee, who are to decide whether or not the ptliars in the Stockton mine will be sufficiently strong enough to permit the mine t j be fl joded —Hazleton Standard CHAPTER HI. Did he really love Aggie quite as well as he used to do? Did Aggie really Jove him quite as well as she onoe said she did? Had they two chauged much in those five years of absence? Would C Aggie's fluffy hair be quite as entrancing and as errant as ever? Woulc} Aggie's sinipjipity be as engaging as of iJd? Or, again, let him see; she was 18 then; would there be any simplicity left at all at 23, ho wondered. Looking at the matter philosophically (and Indian civil servants are ex officio philosopher—It's part of the examination), he saw for himself they were both five years older, yud live years might have made a deal of difference tp both of them. JiJqch might have developed, and each might now take a fresh view of the situation and of the other. Objectively Aggie might be somebody else; subjectively, ho himself might think quite diversely of her. £uw, when a man h«gius 0 talk of object and subject in these matters at all, you may be perfectly sure the fine flush of low's young dream is pretty well over with him. We certainty dou't philosophize in the first full rapture. Phil Gilinan realized all at once that love's young dream was well over with himself; be aware that the idea of Aggie's arrival in India awakoned within him, not transport, nor even cC%lm joy, but a certain languid curiosity as to what she would look like and how he would feel to her. While he waited for his answer ft# his up country station Phil Oilman himself had half hoped Aggie might by this time see things in the same light as he did; she might perhaps be willing to release him from an engagement which hud ceased to bo a reality to $ithw of them. No 6he, too, had changed a great deal meanwhile, and there Phil was quite right; Aggie had deepened and broadened from a girl into a woman. She was no longer the mere light hearted, fluffy headed coquette, leading a butterfly existence in Bayswater ballrooms. Pretty and rosy-cheeked and cherry lipped as of yore, she had developed meanwhile three additional features—a mind and a will and a decided con- She siid it'with a friendly smile that was the warmest of welcomes. Phil up stairs as best he could, and opened his portmanteau. Ho was: a good looking fellow, with a most manly mustache, and I'm boniu', to admit he took more jains over his dressing that evening than was strictly necessary or indeed desirable in Aggie's interest. Be endued himself with eare in his best afternoon coat and his newest imported European tie, and he surveyed himself approvingly in the glass before he de fcended with slow steps to the drawiug rootn. I'm sure I don't know what an engaged young man could mean by taking so much pains over his appearance ; ho certaiuly have taken bo more if it was Aggie herself, not a strange young lady, Who awaited him in the drawing room. The ehooting, while purely aceldental, created the great«et excitement In the town. Rbosdee having been exc edlngly popular 3e w»e twenty-eight years of age, and was lorn and had lived all hta life in Parsons. 1e enllDt-!d In tbe N* lonal Guard in 1888, nd was serving bis third term He la snr 'lved by his wife and two jh.ldren, a son tnd a daughter. Gomet Jones, fo» marly of Stookton, has been mentioned as snocessor to the late Griffith Ribeit* as assistant superintendent cf the Leblgb & WHkeebarre collieries on the South Side. No successor has yet been named, but it is thought Mr. Jones will be the min —Hizleton Plain-Speaker. CHAPTER V. At Bombay meanwhile Phil Oilman was—eating out his heart with suspense? Oh. dear, no! He was haying an exceedingly pleasant tijne with Freda Trevelyan. The drawback to h'S pleasure —oh, faithlessness of man!—was the thought that his Aggie would so soon come out and spoil it all for him. Funeral of Mrs. Smith. Death of'Mrs. James Gallagher. science. The funeral of Mrs J. H. Smith took plao* from the family heme on North Main street this afternoon, and was attended oy a large concourse of people, many of «hom were life long friends and who were horoughly arq minted a 1th the C oble life u d or arictsr of the departed one whom hey had met to lay away, i «v Dr. Mac-3U tnents had oharee of fc J e service. After an Illness of sixteen weeks, Mrs. Roeanna McKlnley, wife of J*mee Gallagher, of Bailroad street, died at three o'clock Sunday morning. The can«e of death was enlargement of the 1 ver. Mrs. Gallagher was a daughter of John and Katharine MeK'nley, and was born at Qlasgow, Stotland When a mere child she tminlgrC.t-d to this country and settled with her parents at Pottsville, in which place she received her early training. After her marriage she, with her husband, removed to this city, where they have since resided Being a devout Christian, Mrs. Gallagher endnred her suffjrlngs with pstienoe and was prepared and ready to go when she was called. Daoea ed was of a retiring disposition, 1 jved her home and children, where (she was ever found. She had been a resident of tbl- place many years and was veiy well known. She leaves, betides her hu-iband, - the following children: P. T., of Chicago; 8 ster Mary Antonio, of Holyoke, Mass ; Mrs. Seward M Kenriey, of Winnetka, 111 ; Jjhn, of Alaska; James, of Mt Cirmel; Daniel, a stadent at St. Miohael's College, Toronto, and Misses Grace an 1 Genevieve, who reside at home. The following sisters also survive: Mn. Janet Murray, of Shenandoah ; Mrs. Agnes Scott, of this city, and Mrs John Feeley, of Now Philadelphia. These very acquisitions, however, further strengthened as they were by her mother's exhortations, led Aggie to sacrifice horfmlf, u modern Iphigenia, on the altar of dury, and to write Phil Gilman a letter in return, all replete with ardent expressions of delight and conetancy. It was a letter to thrill 3 lover'ti heart with joy, Phil Oilman read it With veiy modified rapture. Not that he was quite sure he wasn't in loyo with Aggie even now. hu saw her bqw could be say ? Ho might be, and he mightn't. He had been in love with the Aggie lie had left behind ; he would perhaps be in love with the Aggie who was eoming out to him. But after five Aggie," "familiarly, lings, in or-1 color and pfiince with Freda and be got on admtrably together. To say the trnth, she was far better fitted for him by nature than Aggie Oswald. He saw it clearly hjmself now. There was no denying it. Aggie and he had, be«u thrown together before thC;y their own minds, and, iwhat was more important still, before cheir characters had fully developed. They were not fitted by real tastes and instincts for one another. Aggie was a dear little gir*. ol course, very pretty and dainty and with lovely fluffy hair, but was she quite the sort of woman with whom a man of his type would oare to pass a who,le long lifetime? Wasn't she better adapted, after all, by taste* and habits, for a cavalry officer? Whereas Freda Trevelyan now had a mind and a soul. She was clever, well read, sympathetic, quickly perceptive. Her mind went out to his at once by instinct, She seemed to jump half way to meet every idea he advanced to her. He xrald almost have fallen iu love with that beantiful woman if it were not for Aggie. But Oilman was an honest man and had plighted his troth to Aggie Oswald. He wouldn't turn aside now— uo, not for a hundred Fredas 1 When he went down he found Freda Trevelyan already seated before a most hospitable teapot. You must have lived in a hot climate at least once in jourlife in order to appreciate the art of tea drinking. One would say beforehand that nobody would care for hot drinks with the thermometer at 90. Experience proves the exact contrary. The hotter tho weather gets tho more hot tea does humanity absorb and the better does it love it. phi} threw himself into (in easy chair and looked, if riot engaged, at least engaging. He' was considered the handsomest man on the Boolanuggnr hills, and he certainty looked it that afterr\pon. There's nothing to make a man look and talk his best like a pretty woman. It was what is euphemistically described as "the cool season" at Bombay, and tho  of the veranda wero flung wido ppen. The view over the sea was beautiful and refreshing. Phil could even hear the genile plash of tho waves on Malabar point, and though that deceptive surf is by no means so coo) as it looks and sounds, yet it was delightful to his ear after three lobg years spent away far inland. He enjoyed that afternoon more than he had enjoyed auything for pionthg and mouths. Poor -tVggie's chances of a whole lover's heart Seemed to fade and pale at each successive half hour. soen—"I "i*" '" '  It la somewhat of a r» Amotion upon the residents of the West Side thai very few ot'Xham took euffi lent interest tn the exercises at ttie West Pitta ton Cemetery to a ttnd.y Tfie service, however, while not elaborate, was most appropriate. I was held, as customary, at the grave of Dr. W. G. Nugent, after whom the Pott was named. The ritual for the day was again read, the afsimbltd company sang "My Country Tie of Tuee" and the "Djx ology," and the service was concluded with the benediction by Biv. Mr Simpson. Comrade Benj J Evans led th i tinging in both the Pitteton and West Pittaton Came teries, and this feature added much to the interest of the services. " Yott 'ro too frightened, Mr. Oilman," Freda answered, with that charming smile of hers. "The moment IPS see her, the moment sh§ sees you, all your old love wiU return again with a rush. I'm sure it will, because I can see you're in earnest. You think of her as well as of yourself, and with you whenever a man thinks the woman as well as of hiwself. you may be perfectly sure he's a really good fellow." Rev. Dr. Parke dellveied the address, aktng for his t-xt Revelations 8:10, ' Be hi u faithful unto dea'h, and I will give thee a crown of life " The « eve i end Doctor said, in part : "Mrs, Smith's home iad been in PitUton for over fifty years, «nd she has been reoognlz d by all » ho *new ner ae an active, earnea , gentle "n- Silfisb, faithful Christian woman. She jame here shortly after her marriage n -he bloom and freshness of her youig life Hsre she has done her life work—as wife itjd sis'er and mother in her hr me ■ as a f(lend and neighbor, in this community, #here she was respeitcd and beloved by ■»!1 who knew her ; and as a Christian worker in the First Presbyterian C lureb, where die qubtly and faithfully did her part. Chroujih all these yeatB of her active life here, It has been my privilege to b« inimately associated with her, in her hom«, vblch for a time was uy PI Us ton iCm and in tk» church of which I waft pastor; and that to her ..which Impressed me most was her aithfulnesa lu all the relations of life, and in all the varied experiences of life through which she was called to pass. Her life vae not all sunshine. She has passed under the rod ' WheD her children were young, she was ciHtd to nurse them through icarletfevar, and to lay away at one time in one grave two lambs of their fold. Xgaln she wa* called to part with a beaniul marrl d daughter who was the very Dpple of her eye. Ii these e Drrowb that almost broke her heart, no words of complaint were heard from her lips. 8he recognized the hand of her Heavenly father, under whose direction 'all things work together for good to them that love God ' With the spirit of Mary and Martha, who mingled their tears with the tears of Dur blessed Lord at the grave of Lazirus, she continutd t j do what her hands fonnd to do for the oemfort of those sne loved, looking unto Htm who had promised, 'LD, I am with you always.' Her education, social, in'ellectnal and religion!*, had not beea neglected in tie home of her youth, where she had the best of teachers. It was in German, but a l who knew her Intimately knew that she was not wanting ir that intellectual culture refinement and tins Christian spirit that beautifies and glorifies the highest type of womanly oharajter. The line of work to which ebe felt called to devote herself in her circumstances In the infat cy of Plttston was the one that seemed to open to her with moet of promise, and to' it she gave herself with the same faithfulness that characterize all her efforts. She did what she oould. She has finished ner work, and the power of her beautl nl life and character abide with ns and will abide." long years—ana at 33, too—you  confess it'iji q lottery. he waited iq ho small tremor of doubt and misgiving. What a terriblo thing if he had to tie himself for life, out of pnre chivalry and to prevent disappointing Jior, to a tangled mast, of fluffy brown hair, with nothing else in particular on earth to recommend it! Nevertheless, mind yon, fhil Gtf lman was a man of honor! po stuck to his guns. He hadn't the slightest idea of going back upon his word or even of letting poor Aggie herself doubt the depth of his affection for her. Perhaps (his was wrong—who knows? Perhaps the wisest thing, after all, for a man to do in such a case is just to make a clean breast of it, rather than involve himself ancj {he girl be once loved in a marriage that may prove unhappy for both of tbfiti}. Bnfc »t any rate Phil Oilman didn't ./think so, and somehow, do you know, I feel as if any man of honor in Phil Oilman'* plac# would have acted just as lie did. There's something so horribly cold blooded in telling a girl who has waited live iyears for you that you really flop't know whether you love her any longer or not that only a very brutal man, I fancy, could ever consent to do it It may be wise to act like that, 110 doubt, but therq are qualities, after all, more to lDe prized than wisdom. J wouldn't- give 'twopence myself, dear friends, for a young man bo wise as all that copies tq, CHAPTER IV. At Port Said meanwhO« Aggie was sitting on, deck with that delightful young man who came on board at Brindisi. Ho was tall and slight and bad a straw colored mustache. Aggie had always had a sneaking fancy for straw color. And besides he was a soldier and aid-de-oamp to the lieutonant governor of somewhere up country. (Aggie's Indian geography was as  vague as an svWtttary's, and, "somewhere up country" was abont as definite to her as any particular name of any particular district. She regarded) all India, indeed, as naturally diyided into two main parts—the where Phil was stati(qip4 and the part where wasn't. Further than that she never tried to go. When people on board talked to her glibly of the Punjab, or the Central Provinces, Saharanpur, or Muzaffargarh, she nodded and smiled, benign acquiescence, glossing p.vej her ignorance with of her manner. ) When a man thinks like that, you may bo tolerably sure his affnctiona have somehow declined a trifle from their youthful ardor. ;five or nix yrarit. $hc cried. j?}Dall rave up every anna, Ap«iD' til. I'ln a(DIe to Htu(l home for yon to come vat ajD4 marry mt, aiuj when I've pit t-BOflpi) to 4q it you'll fly across tile sea to me like a swallow flying home— The business men and many of the owners of private residences t jok more than ordinary interest in the decorating of their plaoes of business and homjs with the national oolors. Ia this resptct Main street was moBt profuse. However, Phil put the best face upon it, like a gentleman, and waited with crater calm at his up country station. He waited a 'week; then, reflecting that he must meet his bride at Bombay, he applied for a month's leave, in the time honored way, "on urgent private business." His pxcel}enoy was pleased to grant the request, and Phil Oilman went down to Bombay accordingly, much trembling iii soul, to moet his Won't you, my darling?" And yet Aggie laid the fluffy head very trustingly on the future viceroy's shoulder— (he knew he would never stop till lie Was t* least a vloeroy, "Of Course I'll eoine to you, dearest," , ibe answered. "I shall count every minute of the time till you send for toa But will it be very, very long, do ▼cm think? How soon do von snppoce Joti;H'|De in a position to mdrry, Phil?" ' Phil Stroked }ii« fltrpgglipg mustache D (yoo conld see it distinctly with a powerful pocket lens) and assumed an air of adult and manly wisdom. "Ob, not so very long, Aggie," he replied quite airily, "five or six years at the outside, I expect. I mean to get Arid fo savfi eyerj anna " jjqt for worlds would he have connented to state the fact on such a night m that in mere commonplace pennies. And yet, isn't H better, he asked htra■jelf in his oalmer moments, to change your mind before marriage than after it? Isn't it better to cry off, even at some present cost of pain and humiliation to the girl, than to tie her for life to a man who can give only part of his heart to her? Isn't it better to be miserable rnce for all in one's life than to be miserable always? These questions sometimes obtruded themselves painfully upon Phil's mind, but being an honest uian, why, he waved them aside as transparent sophisms. Having onoe tsked Aggie to come out and marry him, it would be cruel and wicked and selfish ind unworthy tft send her home again unwed. C\tme what might, as things now stood, he must do his best to avoid falling in love with Freda O'JJ feOLOIEH'S SUICIDE. The Baehman-Bowkley Nuptials. The Curious ftory Ab DulD h Voice That Haunted Him The a&nousoement of the marriage of Ulss Beatrice Bowk'ey, of Parsonage street, tCWm Bacbman, formerly of this place, now of Dunmore, will be a pleasing surprise to their many friends here. Not cartng to have a wedding the young couple werf quietly driven to the hom » of Bet. Dr. Parke on May 28, where they took the marriage vows After the ceremony, Mr. and Mrs. B .chman left immediately for tht lr new home already prepared in Don more Both young people are very well known here, Mrs Bachman being the accomplished daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Biwkley, while the young man whom she has chosen as her partner in life is a person of many excellent q lalitles. He is employed as a civil engineer for the Pennsylvania Coal Co. That their future lives may be happy and prosperous is the wish of their many friends. [Dallig Post.] For Miss Trevelyan, it seemed, was simply charming. She talked !De admirably. besides she was so frank. She jiad heard beforehand of courso that Phil bad come down to Bombay to meet his future bride, and when a woman knows a man's alreudy monopolized she treats him as if he wero married—that is to say, she talks to him like a rational creature and not like an animal specially created for the solo purpose of flirtation. The consequence was that before half an hour was over Freda Trevolyan and Phil Oilman were laughing and chatting together as if they'd known one another for half their lives instead of for just about 80 minutes. An old soidl»r named Joseph Kneit, llv log at Noxen, 73 years old, caused his own death by taking poison last week. The story is that be purchased 10 cents worth of arsenic and remarked that he was going to kill himself, but nobody believed It A few d*ys afterward Ke was found tn a dying condition in a barn. Dr Tibbins was called and did what he could to relieve the mao, but he was too far gone far medloal aid, and sooa died Aggie. Of course ho couldn't go to the house of tho friend with whom Aggie was to stop in the short interval between her arrival find her marriage, so he put up with another acquaintance of official Ho, after a brief mental struggle, Phil wrote to Aggie as impassioned a letter as be could oasily pump out—best epistolary fashion—to say that now at last the desire of their hearts for fto many years was to ho fully gratified, and they two were to meet once more and be happy forever. To be sure, when the letter was finished, Phil read it over once or twice, leaning back in his bungalow lounge, with a critically dissatisfied air. Its ardor seemed rather wantlug in spontaneity, he fancied. It had no longer the genuine impassioned ring of four or five years ago. But what would you have? If one can't quite" rise to the height of such an occasion of one's own mere motion, one most try to push gently, for the lady's sake alone, With literary aptitude. A man would be hardly a whole man, Phil supposed, if he consented to let a woman see he had began to forget her. TV ' j Aggie and the handsome young man got on together admirably. He was a certain Captain Angus Stuart—conjectured from hia name to be of Scotch extractio—and be had fallen a victim to Aggie's fluffy liaii the very first momontj he ever set eyes on her. Indeed, he  talked to her for half an hour on deck in Brindisi harbor pua been desolated to learn by that time that she was not only engaged, but actually going out to India to get married. Nay, he even reflected with a certain bland pleasure at that early stage of their brief acquaintance that there's many a slip 'twixt the cup and tho lip and that people who go out to India to get married don't always persevere in their prime intention when they see their beloved in his Indian avatar. Had it not been for that slight hope Captain Stuart would have avoided talking to Aggie altogether, for being a Scotchman he was of course both prudent and superstitious, and he felt the vwy instant ho began to talk to ber that here at last was his undoubted affinity. Ia connection with the circumstances of EnecHt's death, it is said th°t when he was a soldier in the wu for the Ualon, a rebel shot one of Knecht'a comrades. This oo cnrred near the rebel's hoinD, and Eoecht vowed revenge Going to the house with his loaded gun he slew the rebel in the presence of his wife and family Toe woman ecreamtd when she saw her hurband killed, and her voice had such an unearthly sonnd that Eiecht said it always haunted him, and be was going to kill himself in order to get away from the result of his cruelty. But the huiuan heart is a wayward organ. It refuses to bo disciplined by the brain or the conscience. • Aggie's cherry red month pursed it * self up into something very like a pret "And your bride's coming out on the Indus?" Froda said after one short pause. "How soon do you expect her?" "She was telegraphed from Port Said this morning," Phil answered, with a consciousness of profound hypocrisy, for he felt tho subject was really far more interesting to Miss Trevelyan than he himself could pretend to find it. ty little pout—only much more alluring. a "Five or si* years!" she cried, alarmed. "That's an awfully long time, Phil! I wish it wasn't so long. I can't bear jo do without you." ypa eau wait for me, darling," Phi} cried, with a loving look into those liquid hazel eyes. "Yon can wait for me, can't yon? Only five or six years I And I would wait an eternity for yon." There was sotue excuse, you know, after all, for the apparent fickleness of these two young people. Their minds wer$ iu borii cases fillet! full beforehand With the idea of marriage. They had nourished their souls for five long years with what the Scotch philosopher called "love in the abstract," and now, when love iu the concrete seemed so near, so Wy near, neither had at hand the proper person upon whom to expend his or her affection. Besides, it may be unromantic and unconventional to confess the truth, but I bolieve it is a fact of human nature that when the feelings ire very mnch roused, and the proper person isn't ny to make love to, ttiere s a considerable temptation to transfer the love to the first eligible recipient one happens to fall in with. I've"found it so myself, and I throw myself upon the meicy of a jury of matrons. And in both these cases, as it happened, the first eligible person Phil wr Aggie mot was also one more fitted by nature for the vacant poat than the old love could evC possibly have been. Phi 1 felt uucomfort ably aware that, though nothing 011 earth wonld induce hiu» to make love to Freda Trevelyan* still, if be did yield to that dreadful temptation, he could have loved her a thousand times better by far than ever he could have loved poor fluffy haired Aggie. And Aggie iu turn felt that, though it would be treason to think of Angus Stuart when she was actually on her way out to India to marry Phil Gilman, still, if things had gone otherwise, she could have loved Death Of Thomas Kills. Thomas E lls, one of the eldest and moat reepected residents of Moosic, who was also widely known Luzerne and Lackawanna oouatiee, died last Friday morning, aged 69 years He had baen in ill health for a Jong time. Mr. El's was an elder in the Langollffe Presbyterian church for many years, and at the tima of file death was an elder In the Mootlc Presbyterian church. He la survlv d by his wife «»Dd the following sone and daughters: TbC mas, Alot zo, Horat'o and Mrs Aroh McDonald, all of Moosio, and Mrs G W. Lower, of A?ooa. 11c wns met on the threshold distinction—a man who bad been his superior officer at his first country station. His host was Sir Edward Moulton now, a K. C. S. I. and a member of council. You must have tDeen in India yourself in order fully to appreciate the exalted dignity of a member of council. He lived in a very fine house on Malabar hill, with a very fine view of the sea and the city, and was supposed to keep the very best horses, to drink the very best wine and to give the very best f(itinera Jn the wholePres- "How anxious you must bo for the steamer toD come in !" Freda exclaimed, with fervor. "I'm so glad you came here. It's so nice to feel you must both bo so happy,'1 Death of Mrs. 11. D. Judd I may observe in passing he was very much in love with her. However, what the letter lacked in loverlike ardor it fully made up in businesslike definiteness. The Oswalds were poor; they could hardly have afforded (o send Aggie out to him. So Phil had arranged for all that—arranged for it generously. He inclosed u check for a most substantial amount. He hoped it would suffice to pay Aggie's passage and begged to Vie permitted to set her up in a proper Indian outfit. She was to meet him in Bombay, where she could stop at the house of a common friend (I daren't. Say "mutual," a much more sensible word, between you and me, becauso some silly, superfine people raise microscopic etymological objections), and there she was to bo married a day or two after landing. Phil flattered himself that his check was a tolerably expansive one. If he didn't love Aggie quite as devotedly as he used to do, at least she should never discover tho change by pecuniary symp- 11 the death of Mrs H D Judd, which we are called upon to announce today, West Plttston loses a esteemed by all who knew her. The end came at the family home on Montgomery street at 4:50 last Friday Abcut her bedside weie gathered her sorrowing family and a few of her nearest relatives. Mrs. Judd's demise was not unexpected She had been a stiff jrer for a long time. Sevtra! months ago her ailment took a more serious turn and she suffered a stroke of paralysis. Fiom th's she never entirely recovered. "Oh, yes, I can wait for yon," Aggie answered, drying her eyes the twentieth time, "a hundred years if necespajry. } never can Jove anybody else in the wC4rld but you. It isn't that so hjuch. It's the time while I'm waiting. Yon don't know how dreadful it is for me to have to do one day without you I" "Oh, veryuice indeed," Phil auswer- "Havo yon her photograph?" Freda put in. "I should so much to see her." ed, hesitating. If you have ever lain at anchor in Srindisi harbor, or. ever made a trip from thenco by P. and O. to Port Said, you will be well aware that there's nothing for a sensible man to do with his time as he skirts the shadowy coast of Crete but to make love to some fit and proper person. Now Angus Stuart was u most sensible man, and though he had too great a respect for vested interests exactly to u»ake love to another fellow's aflianeed bride on her way out to Bombay to join her future husbaud, yet it must be candidly admitted by an impartial historian, that he sailed very close to tho wind indeed in that respect and made himself remarkably agreeable to Aggie. She had a chaperon, of course. No well conducted young woman could trust herself to the Mediterranean and the Indian «cean without the services of a chaperon, but what's the use of that indisiDeusable article in every young lady's "Y**. I've got it up stairs—in my portmanteau somewhere," Phil answered unconcernedly. "1 11 bring it down when I go up. It's so awfully kind of you to want to see her." And so, with many genuine tears, •nd many loving protestations—alj trufj at the time—that evening wore •Sy, and Phil took his departure. ®et morning he left by the overland via Brindisi. Aggie saw him off, Solved in tears, at Charing Cross sta "l., and was left behind sobbing. For ™iy nights after she cried herself to leep. You may laugh at her if yon like yon who hold the young palpitating /human heart a fit object for your gentle middle aged sarcasm—as for me, I cannot At 18, which was then exactly Aggie Oswald's age, the loss of a lover, gonp to India for six years, is a serious natter. There are those of us in the mencv Death of Mrs. Blcliard McHagh. When Phil Oilman arrived at Sir Edsvard's door, half an inch deep in generous dust from the lavish hospitality of the Great Indian Peninsular railway (a line which endows every traveler free of charge witli a small landed estate to carry away homo with him), he was met on the threshold by a dream of beauty in a loose white dress which fairly took his breath away. The dream of beauty was tall and dark, a lovely woman of that riper and truer loveliness that only declares itself as character develops. Her features were clear cut and delicate and regular, her eyes largo and lustrous, her lips not too thin, but rich and tempting; her brow "Up stairs iij your portmanteau I" Fredtv eried, smiling astonish men t. "Not in your breast pocket! And to be married in a fortnight I Oh, Mr. Gilman, that would never do for 1110! I'm afraid you're a terribly lukewarm Mary, wife of Blchard McHugh, of Broad street, died on Saturday evening at about Ave o'clock after a lingering illness of nearly a year. She was aged about fortyfive years atd was very well and favorably known Deceased is survived by a husband, two sons and one daughter. Many beautiful floral designs besioke tie love and respect in whioh the deoeased WM held among her friends. A quirtette omposed of M L Perrin and wife, M!sa Jessie Perrin and James Monie sang several beauMfol efnd appropriate hymns in a touching manner, The remains were taken to their final resting place in Hollenbaek e m-tiry. Tne pall bearers were: J. L. Oake, Han. Theo. Strong, Joseph Langford, 0. H. Foster, Taos. Ford, A A. JBrjden aad W. L Watson. Mis Judd was a daughter of Mrs Mary Oliver, who died In this place in 1889, afed was in her forty-fifth year PcssFssed of a kl id, loving and gentle nature, she  ed herself to all who had the pleasure of her acqnaintanie Sae was very well knoarn and her death will be received with much sorrow by her many friends. Her hnsband and one bop, Raymond, two Sitter—Mrs W. L MaeDongall and Miss Cora, who made her home with the decesaed—and a brother, who resides in South, survive. lover!" "Oh, not lukewarm, I hope," Phil interposed, with "u answering smile. "Only you see it's like this—we've been engaged five years and a little bit more, and by tho end of that time one begins to get—well, calmer and more philosophic."Mothers will find Chamberlain's C/Ugh Remedy especially valuable for croup and who ping cough. It will give prompt relief and is safe and pleasant. We have sold it for several years and it has never failed to give the m Dst perfect satijfaotlon. G W Richard*, Doquee-e, Pa Sold by D H Houok, Pittston, and Wilson's drag store, Wyoming. Now, strange to say, when Aggie Oswald received that letter, though she torus. Freda shook her beautiful head. "That won't do," she answered tSHtim Who feel these things stilL .Let "I bopo uiy lover, jf I ever get again Concluded on Page 4th.