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Sir John Blount late cnplaln In Hor
Majesty's Llfo Ononis lias Just settled
himself comfortably In his basket chair
on the veranda, to reail the mornins
papers.
Yesterday, pat-sins through town on
his return from the Rockies, he had
Riven directions to have his papers Bent
down to him to the Court, but he had
forgotten to give a hint to the servants
there of his sudden return from abroad.
Hence complications arose on his ar
rival last nlRht. Hut Bonner was with
him and that meant raso and comfort,,
no matter how vile the situation. Bon
ner had been his servant, and when h'o
threw up his commission a year aRO.on
coming Into the title preferring to ro
abroad and shoot bin game to slttttiB
Idle at home hoping vainly for a war
he had bought out Bonner, nt the lnt
ter's request, and taken him with him
on his big shoot. Why.h'e hardly knew,
except that Bonner was attached to
him, was a very handy man, and nn ex
cellent cook, and well perhaps he was
attached to Bonner, too.
Bonner had rroved not only equal to
a hurried dinner lnt night ordering
the servants about In great style but
to breakfast this morning, and now Sir
John a young man of about thirty-two
or three, tall, dark, handsome nnd dis
tinctly distinguished In appearance
with n cigarctto In his mouth Is lazily
Fcannlng the Times. Presently, the
morning being a very sunny one In the
heart of June, Sir John drops the paper
to his knees nnd looks Idly out on the
landscape lx'forc him. From hill to hill,
the golden light Is hanging bridges of
sunshine. In the valleys a tiny breez
Is playing with the field (lowers; on the
river the water lilies are floating softly,
lightly and on tho lawn
Good heavens! AVhat is that on the
lawn?
A little, tiny, white-robed figure, a
thing of three or four at most a sway
ing, happy creature, plucking mar
guerites and singing unknown, incon
sequent methods as she draws near.
"By Oeorue, what a pretty chl.il'"
says he. She Is very close to him now
nnd Involuntarily he rises. She had not
been conscious of his presence till he
moved, so bent was slio on her pretty
moon flowers, and seeing her start at
his sudden nppearance, he drops back
nguin upon his scat, whereon the little
maiden steps out again and advances
slowly, cautiously Indi-ed this time,
but ever nearer until sh-i Is close to his
chair on the veranda.
Here she stops dead short, looks at
him carefully for a bare second, nnd
then, taking a wisp of her pretty yellow
hair in the first linger and thumb of hor
tiny hand, pulls It half nervously, half
coquettIhly across her eyes and mouth.
"l'se Margie," said she, shyly.
"You don't siy so," says Sir John,
rising again, this time with some sort
of confidence. He flings down his paper
and holds out his hands to the small,
white, delightful little bundle before
Mm. "How d'yo do, Margie? It Is very
kind of you to tell mo your name all
at once, like that. My name Is John.
Horrid nnmo compared with yours, I'm
afraid. Eh?"
Margie stares at him; she makes no
attempt at a direct answer, feeling prob
nbly It Is beyond her. But probably, too,
she feels that some answer Is ncccs
fcary bo she says promptly.
"Gimmie some sweeties."
"Sweets!" Sir John grows embar
rassed. The culslne.ns has been hinted,
Is still In a very embryo condition.
Puddings and plr s are possible, but lol
lipops! No. And lollpops, It Is to bo
feared, are what this strange, new vis
itant wants. Will Bonner be equal to
this extra strain on his resources? It
must be risked, anyivny. Such visit
ors as this dainty damsel do not come
every day.
"Bonner," calls he. Bonner arrives.
"Sweets, Bonner," said Sir John,
vainly to the old soldier standing stlflly
by as though swots are sure to be
growing somewhere on the premises.
"This young lady wants sweets. There
are sweets In the house, th? The.
cook "his thoughts have naturally
fiown to the cook. "She (anxiously)
must have some sweets."
Bonner allows hlmslf ns much time
as It takes to slve a faint cough nnd
then dtstlngulsl es himself. "I've been
looking through the stores, captain
beg pardon, Sir John and there's only
ginger. Very hot! Burn her tongue,
captain."
"True, by Jove, so It would," says Sir
John. "But sugar, Bonner." he jwusss
to look at the delightful little stranger,
now leaning conlldentlally against his
knte.
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many little nods of her
blond head.
"You so?," say.i Sir John, eagerly,
"sugar will do. Get on, Bonner; bring
the sugar bowl tho big one. Hurry
up, can't youV"
"Lumps o' sugar for good gal and
cakles," says Margie, solemnly. It
sounds like a lesson.
"And oh yes, cake, Bonncrl Good
heavens! Fancy our forgetting cake,"
says Sir John.
Bonner, at the end of his tether, con
descends to whisper: "Can't be sure of
cake. Captain."
"Oh, confound It, there must be cake,"
cries Sir John, indignantly. "And"
with open Joy, "there is, too I'd some
last night. You remember, Bonner
a splendid plum cake. Bring some of
that."
"H'm," says Bonner, with another
cough. That plum cake (now defunct)
had Indeed been splendid. "Bad for
the stomach, captain. Make her feel K
queer In the morning. Sponge cake's
the thing for young missy; I never
eat any other. Mrs. Jones has a little
downstairs that I left laat night."
"Very good of you." say9 Sir John,
with a grin. Then "How the deuce
do you know all about the youngsters
so well, Bonner, and you a bachelor?"
"Nephews and nieces, Captnln," says
Bonner. "Six of 'em. Been through a
lot with 'em."
"Bring the ghastly remains of your
sponge cake at once, nnd a whole bowl
full of sugar," says Sir John.
Miss Margie, now upon his knee, nods
condescending approbation of this or
der, nnd at once embnrkR, with her new
friend, on a lone and exhausting con
versation. It lasts well unto Bonner's
return and well Into a most substan
tial slice of the sponge cake, which Is
by no means so dilapidated as might
iave been expected.
It might have lasted considerably
longer but for a most unexpected Inter
ruption.. First, there Is a little rustle
on the grass below, then the sound of
a light footstep, and now another sound
a voice, clear, soft, breathless!
"Oh, Margery! Murgcry! How wick
ed ot you!"
Sir John is so startled that he puts
Margie promptly on the ground and
rises to see the owner of this wonder
ful voice.
S'ic Is Just emerging from th'e grove
of myrtles and rhododendrons on his
left, her face upllftec1 to where ho Is
standing with the child beside him.
Such a lovely face; Sir John, forget
ful of all decent behavior for once In
his life, stares at her with ever-Increasing
wonder and delight, until a slight
flush rising to the broad, low brow
brings h'lm to hi.? senses. He hurries
to meet her, his heart throbbing!
Who on earth Is she? This tall, slen
der, graceful girl. The Raynhams, ho
knows, havo a large house-party at the
Towers Just now. She must belong to
it. That she Is Miss Margie's sister Is
beyond question, the likeness between
the two faces being very marked In
deed. She had missed the little one,
no doubt, and had been directed here.
Her beautiful face, as she lokked up a
moment ago, had been a picture of past
fear and present relief. Such an ex
quisite blending.
"I'm afraid," he beglnsi as they draw
near to each ether, "that you have been
suffering some nnxlety about this little
lady," pulling Margie forward, who
is swinging on to his hand In the most
light-heart el manner, humming untold
mysteries to herself In her baby fash
ion. "Oh, I have!" The pretty hands clasp
each other. "But now I have found her
safe, and It Is you, sir, I must thank for
It but "
Her breath stops for a moment, then
It comes again, and with it, an out
burstthe gentle outburst of wrath,
directed against the singing culpilt In
the rear:
"Oh, Margie! How naughty of you."
"1'se not naughty," declares the de
linquent, promptly and without the
smallest shadow of remorse. She seems,
indeed, to regard herself as the Injured
one. "I'se your gal." Here she turns
to Blount, and looks up In his face.with
all the air of a fellow conspirator.
"Turn along. Wo'so have more lumps
o' sugar an' more cakles." Blount
takes her up In his arms nt once.
"Oh, i o Maigle," iys the tall girl in
the white gown, with a rather broken
little laugh. "Do you know," turning
to Sir John, "she has ueen two hours
missing two whole hours."
She breaks off. Sir John regards her
anxiously. A girl of her age to be so
greatly affected by the absence of a lit
tle sister for even two whole hours!
What a stress she laid on the two! One
would think It was a good twenty-four
a whole day. What sweetness! What
tenderness It shows! If she could love
a little sister like that, could she not
love a
"A long time," says he, "to miss such
a fascinating person." He bows grave
ly to Miss Maigle, who chuckles mer
rily. "But you must be unhappy no
longer, and perhaps you will permit me
to give you a cup of tea before"
He hesitates. Will there be tea? Can
there bo tea in this early period of his
household? All doubts nra dissolved by
the arrival of Bonner on the verando,at
the moment, with a trap. Really Bon
ner Is wonderful! How the deuce did
he know?
"You will take a cup of tea," says he,
now very cordially. "I am afraid you
have had a long walk, and"
"Not so very far. And I'm afraid we
cannot stay, thank you."
"Glmmle cake," &ays Margie, putting
up a hand to Sir John's cheek ahe Is
In his arms and drawing his face down
to hers.
"This la not being good, Margie." says
tho tall lady in white, very gravely.
"Say good-by at once to this kind gen
tleman, and como with rue. You shall
have cako at home."
"Margie wants cakles here." noutlmr.
"Lot her stay for a moment," Bays Sir
John.
"I think not. Margie, come."
"8'ant! S'nnt goo wl' oo. An' s'ant
pays my prayers for 'oo" Miss Margie
utters this awful threat with a lively ulr
and a hug of Blr John'B neck.
Sir John might hs'e further protested
but a glance at tho tall, slender stranger
prevents him. There is u touch of ex
treme hauteur upon her beautiful face
a touch of pain. He puts the child light
ly on tho ground,
"I'm afraid we must uay good-by for
today, Miss Margie," says he. "But later
on" he glances at tho waiting girl.
"You are perhaps staying with the Rayn-
lintns? Friends of mine." He could havo
killed himself a second Inter for saying
this, so crimson Is tho tldn that Hoods
those pain nnd pretty cheeks.
"No. I wo arc not slaying with any
one." "At lenst," controlling himself nclmlr
ably nnd speaking us calmly ns If that
hot blush had never been seen, "you will
permit mo to send you back In my car
riage to your home."
Tho crimson has deserted tho young
lndy's faco now, nnd she Is very pale. She
looks nt him. Surely thero Is a touch of
agony In the dark depths of her violet
eyes.
"You are very good," she says, "but we
have only a little way to go. I can't think
how It was that I didn't find Marclo
sooner. Sho nnd I live In Kim Cottage,
down there wo, (faintly) arc your ten
ants, I think."
"Indeed," says Sir John. He Is so
taken nback that for tho second time he
loses himself a little. Then "1 am afraid
I havo been nothing but nn absentee land
lord up to this. Hut now that I havo
come home, If thero Is anything that will
add to the comfort of Elm Cottage for
you or or your llttlo sister"
"You mistake," she says, a little proud
ly. "Sho Is not my sister sho Is my
daughter."
PART II. N
Her daughter! Ho Is so astonished by
this announcement that It Is only after
ward when sho Is quite gone, when not
even a fold of her white gown Is to he
seen through tho trees that ho remem
bers two things. First, that her tone
when sho acknowledged tho child as heiM
had been triumphant; and second, that he
himself had experienced after that decla
ration a most extraordinary feeling of
budden desolation,
"Bonner!"
Tho old soldier arrives at once, saluting,
"Who Is the lady who lives In Kim cot
tago?" "Tall young lady? Mother o' missy?
She's a Mrs. Wilmot, sir, nnd n wlcltly.
Wlddles are dangerous, Cnptaln. GIvo hor
plenty of room. Tako t'other side o' hedge
Cnptaln."
This, no doubt, was excellent advice
but who takes kindly advice? Not Sir
John In this Instance, anyway. He sharp
ly turned a deaf ear to It nnd went down
to tho Kim cottago the morning following,
"Margaret, you will marry me!" His
volco Is low but full of passion. Ho has
both her hands In his. It Is two months
since that first meeting on the veranda,
nnd now ho has laid his heart beneath
her feet. Will she tramplo on It?
"You nsk me of whom you know noth
ing to be your wife!" She Is very pale.
"I nsk you that, Margaret." He Is quite
as pale now as she Is.
"Impossible."
"It cannot be Impossible. You tell me
your husband Is dead.
"Yus but wait. No, listen to me."
Sho turns upon him a faco full of misery.
"You compel me to speak. Well, hear me,
though God knows It draws blood from
my heart to put my dreadful story Into
words."
"You shall not speak, Margaret. Do
you," with sudden passion, "think mo so
selfish a devil that I would ease my own
mind nt tho expense of yours?"
"I shall speak, however," says Margaret,
"and you shull hear. It Is nn old, old
story. I married him, the man I thought
my husband not loving him but because
my father urged mo to It. I had no one
to warn me against him except a cousin,
and she was of no importance then, tnough
sho Is n very great lady now, I hear.
She was fond of me, and I of her, but I
was afraid of my father, and I consented
to tho marriage. When I married lilm,
sho cast mo off. I thought her hard then
but now I know how very kind she
meant to be."
"Your cousin's name?"
"To ask mo that Is to ask me every
thing." "Well! Why not? Look here," says he,
"do you suppose tho present llfo of yours
can go on forever without questions?
Thnt no moment will como when youil
wish It altered?"
"Not one," firmly.
"Not even," quite as firmly, "when
your little girl is a big girl."
Sho flushes falters.
"You see," nays he, triumphantly, "you
had better toll mo everything."
"I cannot," faintly, "and, besides," re
covering herself, "when my Margie Is a
big girl there will be all the moro reason
for concealing from her the unhappy
fact that" Sho pauses. "Well well,"
slchlnir heavily, "enough of Margie! I
have told you that my cousin objected to
my marriago with my husband and inai
I though her unkind then. I don't think
that now. Sho know. He he Ah!"
sharply, "I cannot go Into that with you
even! I endured it nil. Hut I found thero
was moro to be endured. At the last the
very last when he lay on his deathbed,
ho told me" sho grows very white "he
told mo what has mado an end of tho
sweetness and loveliness of life for mo
forever."
"He told you"
"That I hod never been his wlfo! Tho
truth! A man. dying, to lie like that!
No! On his deathbed he spoke bitterly,
for tho first time, tho truth to me. to
make worse, even worse, the llfo before
mo than that I had led with him. Ho de
clared distinctly ho had been married be
fore. He showed me tho certificate."
"Brute!" says Blount, between his teeth.
Yes" with terrible calmness, "he was
that. However, tho Injury to myself I
could have borne, but the child! Oh, no!
Oh, no!" sho breaks oft. shivering, catch
ing her hands together a llttlo wildly.
"Oh, my Margie! That tho curse should
fall on her!"
"Margaret, what has all this to do with
you nnd mo?" cries Blount, passionate
ly. "Give yourself to me and lose all
mrmory of tho past In our marriage."
Foi a moment she looks at him. Thero
Is the saddest, tho most absorbing love
and reverence In her gazo.
"And you?"
"And I shall bo tho happiest man
alive."
"Married," Blowly, "to the most selfish
woman ullve. Oh. no!" sho throws out
both er hands. "I havo known so much
misery myself that I swear." vehement
ly. "I will never bo tho cause of misery
to another."
"Listen-"
"No, no!" a little wildly, "I will not!
Do you think thnt afterwards later on
you would not feel feel though you might
never say It that tho mother of your
children had a cruel story attached to her
name a Btnln upon It?"
"That Is a harsh Judgment, Margaret.
Have I given you cause for It?"
"Nover, Indeed! But still, would you
bo proof against tho world's cruel . ver
dict?" "The world would Judge you as I do,"
"Ah! You llttlo know it. And what
of my child? Would It bo fair to her?
How would you think of her?"
"As your daugther," firmly.
"Ah! Sho makes a llttlo agonized
movement to him to bo silent. Mnrzle,
Indeed, haB Just pushed open tho door und
is coming towards them, her hands filled
with her own flowers her marguerites,
"Como here, Margie," says Blount, a
llttlo desperately, "and comfort me. Your
mother has been unkind."
"Hero's moonles for 'oo." says Miss
Margie, holding up her bundle of mar
guerites as a sluvo for her mother's
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"Ah, nowl Thnt won't do. Tou love
me, don't you, Mnrglo7"
Margie slips her llttle'nrms round him.
Blount looks at Mnrgaret triumphantly
over her pretty head.
"if you love me, say something for me,"
ho whispers to the child."
"Somo Blmcfiln?"
"Yes."
"Thank God for my good dinner," says
Margie, promptly, if slightly Irrclcvuntly.
It Is her last lesson, nnd she Is very proud
of It,
Blount laughs mournfully, kisses the
child; nnd, loosening her nrms, she runs
to her mother, flings nil her daisies Into
her lap, pulls down her bend and kisses
her, too, and darts out of tho window
lntotho glowing garden beyond.
"You seel even sho cannot help you,"
Bnys Margaret, with a faint smile, but In
a heartbroken tone.
"If sho cannot" ho brenks off abrupt
ly, ond for a moment they gazo Into each
other's eyes, scarce seeing each other for
tho mist that lies between them.
"Oh, my love!" cries she at last, trem
ulously. "I nm sorry. Not even you can
know how sorry I am or how I suffer.
It Is death to mo death. But to sully
your good namel Ah! I havo endured
n grent deal, but I Iirvo not the strength
for that."
"You would honor my good name!"
"Go," says she, In a. suffocating tone.
"It Is good-byo then?" hoarsely.
"It Is but " bursting Into tears "I
cannot say It. Go go In mercy"
Ho catches her In his nrms, and for
the first perhaps the last time ho kisses
her.
"Thero shall be no good-bye between
us two," he whispers, passionately. "I
am going now. But I shall como back,
Margaret!"
He has turned, has passed Into the gar
den with a white face und rigid lips, und
has turned the corner leading to tho side
path, when suddenly he finds himself faco
to faco with a tall and very pretty war.ian.
Sho has Margie's hand In hers, nnd seeing
Blount, sho comes to n standstill, regard
ing him with tho frankest surprise.
Wo must go bark thirty minutes or so.
Margie had run Into the sunlit garden,
ns has been said, and the chasing of many
butterflies brings her presently to tho
clipped beech hedgo that hides the cottage
from the road outside and presently, u1
well-known hole In thnt hedgo that gives
a glimpse of tho world outsIde.At tho mo
ment that Margie pushes her head through
tho opening, a very charming lady, very
charmingly dressed, Is Just coming down
tho sidewalk next the cottage. Sho Is
looking a little sad, a llttlo forlorn. Dis
appointment Is written large upon her ex
proaslvo face, nnd, Indeed, sho has tho air
of one who hud expected all thlng3 and
found nothing.
She Is now on her way back to the train
that had brought her hero two hours
ago, so full of hope. Hope of finding some
one lost for many months, but nlwnys In
expressibly dour. But all her Inquires
In the small village below had led to
nothing but tho knowledgo that she had
been hopelessly misinformed, when told
to search for Margaret there. The plm
clpal Inhabitant had suggested another
village a. few miles further on ns a place
likely to find her, but sho had lost all
heart. It seemed Impossible thnt if Mar
garet Delawarr lived only a few miles
oft they should not have heard of her.
"Oh, no, no! It Is quite plain that poor,
dear, headstrong Margaret Is anywhere
but here.
She Is looking not only Bad, this pretty
lady, as Margie peers at her through 'ho
hedge, but very tired. One can sco she
Is unaccustomed to long walks over
rough places, and. Indeed, tho little pat
ent hlgh-heoled shoes sho Is wearing were
never mado to" right a country road.
So dire Is her distress of mind and body
thnt now, seeing a big stone upright by
the sldo of the hedge, she Buddonly sinks
upon It, and with a heavy sigh, lets her
face fall Into her hands.
Suddenly sho becomes conscious, ns we
all do, that somo living thing Is near her,
nnd looking up sees a llttlo wondering,
boautlful face, staring at her through tho
opening In the green hedge.
Thnt faco! She rises to her feet. Good
heavens! It Is madness, of course this
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walk has been too much for her. But yet
-If thnt In not Margaret's child
is you sickle?" says Margie, with ono
thumb in her mouth.
"I am I nm, my dear sick nt heart.''
says the pretty lady, tears welling Into
her eyes.
"Margie give you a tlss," says the smalt
sympathizer, very sweetly. Kisses havo
often honied hrr mother's wounds.
"Is yottr name Mnrgle?" cries the tall
lady, with excitement. "Mnrgle, don't
you remember me?"
"No," says Margie.
"Margie, whero Is your mother? In
thero? WH1 you tako me to her?"
"mustn't turn on road," says Margie,
with a pious expression.
"But I can come to you," nnd In a mo
ment the tall lady hns opened tho Iron
gato and has caught tho child's hand
and, running up the small nvenue. has ns
already related, run almost Into Sir
John's arms.
"I beg your pardon," cries she, almost
breathlessly, "but I have como horo to
find my cousin, Mnrgaret Delawarr! Is
she-7 Is she?" tihe stops, stammering.
Who Is this man?
Blount regards her stendlly.Margaret
had not called herself 'Delawarr" to him.
"I think you will find your cousin Mar
garet In there," says he, pointing to
wards the window of the room where ho
had last seen Margaret, crouched upon a
sofn, In saddest, direst grief. "I think If
you wero to lenvo Margie with me"
But Margie had decided that question
long ngo by flying to him nnd thrusting
her hand Into his.
Five minutes-ten thirty! A year to
Sir John. Whnt does It nil mean, nnd by
what light is ho staying here? Will she
resent his staying, later on? And yet, he
stays; some strange Inward sense tells
him thnt the coming of this tall, strange
womnn means emancipation for Marga
ret. And If so-he but if all dlfllcultlps
are smoothed nwny, may she not prefer
some one else? Oh, no! Ho flings the
thought from him. Sho loves him. She
does lovo him.
And now tho (all young lady Is coming
toward him again. Her eyes show evi
dence of Into tears, nnd her manner Is
lull of a subdued Joy.
"I know nil now," she says, very sweet
ly. "And Indeed I congratulate you, Sir
John. You know she Is my cousin, nnd
well, there nre very few like her. I can
tell you. It was all a mistake, that
story."
"Then he" fiercely.
"No you must not run nwny with thnt.
He mnrrled my cousin firmly believing
his first wife dead. Later on ho was told
sho wns still living, and I think I nm
sure from my knowledge of him, that
ho believed that to be. But It was not
true all tho same. I hnvo Indisputable
proof, ond," smiling, with tears In her
eyes, "I think Margaret would like to see
you now. I think, too, that this tlmo I
shnll keep Marglo with me."
It takes Blount a very little tlmo to
reach tho room whero Margaret Is.
She is standing.
"I told you I should return," says ho,
advancing toward her, his face pale, his
arms outstretched. In a moment sho
Is In them.
But It was certainly Margin who had
arranged It all!
A LONGFELLOW DINNER.
VEGETABLES.
Lettuce then bo up and doing,
Turnip on tho wrongs of llfo
Bee-t our rivals, still pursuing,
Caajbago honors In tho strife.
FISH.
Salmon llfo In mournful numbers
Flounders In an empty stream,
Suckers fancy In their slumbers
Soles are far from what they seem.
MEATS.
Liver dlo, act In tho present.
Lamb life's evils long and late
Steak no future howe'er pleasant,
Chop and labor while you wait.
WINE LIST.
Spirits stilled lo&g since will make you
Stout, aggressive, wise and brave,
Alements will nt last o'ertako you,
Beer will bear you to the grave.
Slgel Housh in Truth.
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Directory of Wholesale and Retail
CITY AND SUBURBAN
III
ART STUDIO.
F. Santee E3S Spruce.
ATHLETIC AND DAILY PAPKUS.
Rslsman & Solomon, 103 Wyoming nve.
ATM.r.TIC GOODS AND IUCYCLES.
C. M. Florey, 222 Wyoming nve.
AWNINGS AND HriUir.lt GOODS.
5?. A. Crosby, 321 Laclcawannn ave.
BANKS.
I.aeknwanna Trust and Saio Deposit Co.
Merchants' nnd Mechanics'. 429 uaclca.
Traders' National, cor. Wyotnlns ana
Spruce.
West Sldo Bank, 105 N. Main.
Scranton Savings. 122 Wyomlnjr.
BEDDING, CAUI'UT CLEANING, ETC.
Tho Scranton Boddlnff Co., Lackawanna.
BRCWEKS.
Robinson, E. Sons. 33 N. Seventh.
Robinson, Mlna. Cedar, cor. Alder.
BICYCLES GUNS. ETC.
Parker, B. R., 321 Spruco.
BICYCLE LIVERY.
City Bicycle Livery, 120 Franklin.
BICYCLE REPAIRS, ETC.
Blttcnbender & Co., 313 Spruce street.
BOOTS AND SHOES.
Goldsmith Bros. 304 Lackawanna.
Goodman's Shoo Store, 432 Lackawanna,
HROKER AND JEWELER.
Radln Bros., 123 Penn.
CANDY .MANI'J-'ACTURER.
Scranton Candy Co., 22 Lackawanna.
ZAKI'EIS AND WALL PAPER.
Ingalls, J. Scott, 419 Lackawanna.
CARHIAGES AND HARNESS.
Slmwcll. V. A.. 515 Linden.
CARRIAGE REPOSITORY.
Blume, Wm. & Son, C22 Spruce.
CATERER.
Huntington, J. C, 308 N. Washington.
CHINA AND GLASSWARE.
Rupprecht, Louis, 221 Penn ave.
CIGAR JMANIPACTIRER.
J. P. Flore, 223 Spruco street.
CONTECMONERY AND TOYS.
Williams, J. 13. & Bros., 314 Lacka.
CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER.
Snook, 8. M., Olyphant.
CROCKERY AND GLASSWARE.
Hardlnc, J. It.. 215 Lackawanna,
DINING ROOM.
Caryl's Dlnlns Room, 503 Linden.
DRY GOODS.
The Fashion. 305 Lackawanna avenuo.
Kelly & Healey, 30 Lacknwanna.
Flnley, P. B.. 610 Lackawanna.
DRY GOODS. SHOES, HARDWARE, ETC.
llulley, Ambrose, trlplo stores, Provi
dence. PRY GOODS, I'ANCY GOODS.
Kresky, K. H. & Co., 114 S. Main.
DRUGGISTS.
McGarrah & Thomas, 209 Laclcawannn.
Lorentz. C. 418 Lacka.; Linden & Wash.
Davis, (i, W., Main and Market.
Bloes. W S., Peckvllle.
Davles, John J., 100 S. Main.
ENGINES AND BOILERS.
Dickson Manufacturing Co.
FINE MERCHANT TAILORING.
J W. Roberts. 128 N Main ave.
W. J. Davis, 215 Lackawanna.
Eric Audren, 119 S. Main ave.
TLORAL DESIGNS.
Clark. Q. R. & Co.. 201 Washington.
1'I.OUH. BUTTER, EGGS, ETC.
Tho T. H. Watts Co., Ltd., 723 W. Lacka.
Babcock Q. J. & Co.. 110 Franklin.
H'LOUR, PEED AND GRAIN.
Matthews C. P. Sons & Co., 31 Lacka.
The Weston Mill Co., 47-49 Lackawanna.
PRl'ITS AND PRODUCE.
I Dale & Stevens, 27 Lackawanna.
1 Cleveland, A. S 17 Lackawanna.
.FURNISHED ROOMS.
I Union House, 215 Lackawanna.
'.FURNITURE.
Hill & Connell, 132 Washington.
Barbour's Home Credit House, 425 Lack.
GROCERS.
Kelly, T. J. & Co., 14 Lackawanna.
Megargel & Connell, Franklin avenue.
Torter, John T., 2 and 28 Lackawanna.
Rice, Levy & Co.. JO Lackawanna,
tlrle, J. J.. 427 Lackawanna.
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GENERAL MEUCHANDISE.
Oaterhout. N. P., 110 W. Market.
Jordan, James, Olyphant.
Bcchtold. 13. J., Olyphant.
HARDWARE.
Connoll, W. P. & Sons, IIS Ponn.
Foote & Shear Co., 119 N. Washington.
Hunt & Connell Co., 434 Lackawanna.
HARDWARE AND PLUMBING.
Gunster A Forsyth, 327 Penn.
Cowl 03. W. C. 1907 N. Main tfve.
HARNESS AND SADDLERY HARDWARE.,
TA?- 9'-,V" 41 Lackawanna.
Keller & Harris, 117 Penn.
HARNESS, TRUNKS, BUGGIES.
E. B. Houser, 133 N. Main avenue.
HOTELS.
ArUnnl5.t,S' G,r,'Fe8 Flannery. 8pruc
ana Franklin.
Scranton House, near depot.
HOUSE. SIGN AND FRESCO PAINTER.
Wm. Hay, 112 Linden.
HUMAN HAIR AND HAIR DRESSING.
N. T. Llsk, 223 Lackawanna.
LEATHER AND FINDINGS.
Williams, Samuel, 221 Spruce.
LIME, CE.ME.NT SEWER PIPE.
Keller, Luther, 813 Lackawanna.
MILK. CREAM. BUTTER. ETC.
Scranton Dairy Co.. Penn and Linden.
Storv Bros.. 308 Spruce.
MILLIINER.
Mrs. M. Saxe, 146 N. Main avenue.
MILLINERY AND DRESSMAKING.
Mrs. Bradley, "06 Adams, opp. Court
House.
.MILLINERY AND FURNISHING GOODS.,
Brown's Bee Hive, 221 Lackawanna.
MINE AND MILL SUPPLIES.
Scranton Supply and Mach. Co., 131 Wyo
MODISTE AND DRESSMAKER.
Mrs. K. Walsh, 311 Spruce street.
MONUMENTAL WORKS.
Owens Bros., 218 Adams ave.
PANTS.
Groat Atlantic J3 Pants Co., S19 Lacka.
wnna ave. '
PAINTS AND SUPPLIES.
Jlencko & McKee, 30G Spruco street.
PAINTS AND WALL PAPER.
Wlnke, J. C, 315 Penn.
PAWNBROKER.
Green, Joseph, 107 Lackawanna.
PIANOS AND ORGANS.
Stclle. J. Lawrence, 80S Spruce.
PHOTOGRAPHER.
II. S. Cramer, 311 Lackawanna ave.
PLUM DING AND HEATING.
Howley, P. f. & M. F 231 Wyoming ave.
REAL ESTATE.
Horatio N. Patrick, 335 Washington.
RIDIIER STAMPS, STENCILS ETC.
Scranton Rubber Stamp Co., E3S Sprues
street.
ROOFING.
National Roofing Co., 331 Washington.
SANITARY PLUMDING
W. A. Wledebusch, 231 Washington ave.
STEAMSHIP TICKETS.
J. A. Barron, 215 Lackawanna and
Prlceburg.
STEREO-RELIEF DECORATIONS
PAINTING.
S. II. Morris. 247 Wyamlng ave.
AND
TEA. I'.OIFEE AND SPICE.
Grand Union Tea Co , 103 S. Main.
TRUSS IS. lIATThRIE!., RUBIIER GOODS
Benjamin & Benjamin, Franklin anil
Spruco.
UNDERTAKER AND I.IlT.RY.
Rnub, A. It., 425 Sprice,
UPIIM.KTr.KKK AND CAllPET LAYER.
C. II. Hazlctt. 220 Spruce street.
WALL PAPER, ETC.
Ford. W. St 120 Penn.
WATCHMAKER AND JEWELER.
Rogers. A, E., 215 Lackawanna.
WINES AND I IQUOKS,
Walsh. Edward J 32 Latkawanna.
WIRE AND WIRE ROPE.
Washburn & Mon iitg C., UJ FcaakUj
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