WHICH ARE YOU?

There two kinds of people on earth to-day,Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not the sinner and saint, for ’tis well under-stood.

That the good are half bad. and the bad are

half good.

Not the rich and the poor, for to count a

man's wealthYou must first know the state of his con-

science and health.Not the humble and proud, for in life’s little

span,Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.

Not the happy and sad. for the swift flyingyears

Ilring each man his laughter and each manhis tears.

No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,Are the people who lif/t and the people who

lean.

Wherever you go, you will Had the world’smasses

Are always divided in just these two classes.

And oddly enough, you will find, too, J wean,There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.In which class are you V Are you easing the

loadOf overtaxed lifters who toil down the road V

Or are you a leaner, who lets others bearYour portion of labor and worry and care?

—Ella Wheeler Wilcox,in Harper’s Weekly.

THE THRESHER GUESTS.

It was almost nine o’clock on a breezyOctober morning when Miss Sophronia Useopened the neat little mate in front of

Albert Straining's new house. There wasa broad walk leading up to a porch wherea few great purple clematis blossoms upona trellissed vine showed that the deceitfulOctober sun was coaxing out flowers whichdid not belong to his time.

Miss Sophronia heard the slow creak of arocking-chair as she crossed the porch, andsaw through the screen door a pretty youngwoman sitting with a book in her lap,reading.

Her bine calico wrapper was unbuttonedat the throat, her feet were untidilydressed, and her pretty, fair hair was gath-ered into a frowsy knot. She rose in someconfusion when she saw Miss Sophronia,tossed her book aside and pushed towardher guest another rocker.

While the visitor removed her prim old

maid's bonnet and her cape, she noted theuntidiness of the room, where the breakfast dishes were piled in an unsightly heapon the table, and Hies held high carnival.

“I came up to help yon, Cissy,’’ shesaid. “I noticed as I passed Gorham'sthat the men were pitching from the last

stack. They will he here before noon.Have you got your dinner under way ?”

The young woman colored and her eyes,which were not blue, but a yellow ish gray,grew dull.

“They are not coming here—or at leastthey are going to hoard at Father Stan-

uing’s. ’’

“Then it is true.”“What, pray?’’The old maid rocked tran<|uilly and

produced her knitting.“O, I heard some of the girls at the

society saying you would not dare attemptto get dinner for the threshers; that yourfinnicky town ways might tool Albert, hutyon were too smart to try them on withthe threshers. You know 1 do not pry 'into your affairs from a motive of idle cur-iosity, Cissy, and I want you to tell mewhy you arc acting in this way.”

“Well, Albert thinks 1 can’t cook.” ;This was said with an elaborate affectationof carelessness, but it did not deceive MissSophronia. i

“And yet I have often heard hint boast cof your good housekeeping—your cookingespecially.”

“U, yes—at first. But now we are all

wrong. I hate that sort of men that goesabout with the steam thresher 1 I shudder 1to think of dim Finn, for instance, coming :

into my house I know they will spit j;over everything and cat like wild beasts.And when 1 said so Albert got mad andsaid he would take them to his mother’s,where they would get something lit toeat.”

“Quite naturally,” murmured MissUse.

“Aunt Sophy 1 You were mother’sfriend, and I owe a lot to you, hut I amnot going to hear that 1 ‘Quite naturally’indeed ! I think he was lion id.”

“Cissy, didn’t you know Albert was afarmer when yon married him ?”

“You know I did.”“Then I suppose what I have heard is

true; that you have no practical good senseat all; that you supposed farming to be allsunset, moonrise, staishine, dewy appleblossoms, etc.”

“You know I am not such a tool ! but I

do not see the necessity of our beingbrought in contact with—Jim Finn.”

“And those men who do not know howto feed themselves, according to yournotion, are the very men, if Fra not mis-

taken, who hauled and cut every stick of

wood yon burned the winter your fatherdied. I am ashamed of you, Cecilia

Stunning !”

No answer save the slow creak of theyoung w ife’s rocker.

“Youhave been used to them all yourfife. It was th t year with that idle, do-nothing set at your aunt’s which has tilled

your silly head with false ideas. Yon areunkind to Albert's mother, and the nextthing yon know you will he unkind toAlbert.”

“I am afraid I am that now—some-times."

“Well, a sin confessed is half repentedof. Go comb your hair, and come andhelp me. lam going to save your creditby getting dinner for those men.” She

begun to gather up the dishes while Cissyran to her room to improve her toilet, call-

ing out directions to Miss Sophronia from

time to time.“There’s a snow pudding cooling'in the

cellar.”“Snow fiddlesticks! You want about

a dozen pies, meat enough tor a regiment,a peck of potatoes and everything else in

proportion. Hurry, child !”

Cissy came forth presently with smooth

hair, a milled apron, an unrullled de-

meanor; she was neatly shod, and the

yellow lights in her eyes had given placeto cool, clear grayness.

“Straighten up that disgraceful diningroom while I prepare the vegetables; thenwe’ll tackle the poultry But how shall

we let Albert know?”Cissy smiled demurely.“He would never take them up there

without coming home first.”“Oh,” grunted Miss Sophronia, “then

he’s not altogether vile.”“He’s lovely, aunt Sophy,” said Cissy,

dimpling.

“I want you to have the credit of thisdinner, Cissy,” said Miss Sophronia, peel-ing potatoes as she talked. “You’re like

my own child to me and I want you to be

happy and stay happy. The door to it isduty. I know. I missed it myself, and

so I missed my grandchildren unit ss I canbe grandmother to yours, Cissy. 1 don’tso much miss my man, nor my children, jbut I guess it'll be pretty hard on MissSophronia Use if she misses her grand-children !”

The house was soon tidied—not a longtask, for tidiness was its normal condition-—vegetables made ready, fowls put toroast, and ham cut in a profusion which

looked to the young wife like waste.Flevcn had struck before the engine had

snorted and puffed its way into the rickyard at Albert Stanning’s, but ahead of it

rode the young master of the farm, sheep- [ishly conscious that he had hi en cruellyunjust, and sure that he would have toacknowledge the same b tore Cissy’s eyeswould look kindly at him again.

Delicious odors greeted him as he neared

the house No one was in the kitchen,but theie was a sound of sumeui e movingabout in th ¦ dining room adjoining.Mows upon rows of delicious looking pieswere ranged upon the pantry shelvespumpkin, cherry and apple. Near themwas a pan of fragrant brown pudding,flanked by a pitcher of delicious lemon

sauce to drown it in by and by.

Dazed, the young man, who seemed in |no way an unusual young man except that

he appeared to have more length of leg jthan he could conveniently use, passed [into the dining room where a long table

was laid, as exquisite in every appoint-ment as if the president of our great repuhlie himself had been an expected guest.

His w ife was Hitting about adding somefinishing touches to the table, and MissSophronia was seated near a window with [her knitting work ’it her hand, and a bookupon her knee, knitting and reading, as !was her habit. Albert clutched his wife as |

she passed him. “So you didn’t get mad

at what 1 said this morning? I’ve felt |like hanging myself to a sour apple treeever since.”

“Yes, I was. Mad all through. And idon't yon ever say such things to me !again. Yon and I to quarrel—after all ”

Then she gave him a kiss, basted thebrowning fowls, turned the sputtering hamand thanked God she was alive, and that JAlbert was alive to love her.

At 12, before the last stroke had diedaway, the new dinner bell hung upon the

top of a white oak pole by the well sounded

forth its welcome summons: for to “he be- jhind hand with dinner” in the Ferry Bob jneighborhood was almost as bad as to pro-

vide but one kind of pie.

Somehow as the men trooped in theydid not seem quite so repulsive as a likecrowd had been at harvest time. Theywere boisterous, bandying coarse jokes,making fun, Cissy knew, of what theywere pleased to call her “pemlckerty”ways, and her ‘moonshine meals,” butshe merely smiled. She even hung up thefifth clean towel without a sign of disgust,and by the time they were seated at the |table she owned to herself that even Jim jFinn might he worse, for had she not seenhim fondle her pet kitten while waitinghis turn at the wash bowl ?

She poured the fourth cup of coffee forpoor, trembling, or’nary Jones—who atehis pie with his knife, held within twoinches of the point, and drew his great,hairy hand across his face in lieu of apocket handkerchief —without once look- jing across at Albert. She asked Tim jLewis, who was more than suspected of |making midnight visits to his neighbor’s ;henroosts, how his lame boy was, and toldhim not to forget to take a pocketful of isweet apples home to him. The rest of the !

men were neighbors, good honest men who jknew better than to ask the same mantwice for a chew of tobacco without offer-ing a return of the favor, who “belongedto church” and did not swear exceptunder great provocation.

Midway in the meal Miss Sophronialooked up from her book.

“I’doffer to help you, Cissy, but youseem to be getting along without me. 1‘Too many cooks, you know, spoil thebroth.’ ”

‘

It would have done poor, tired Cissygood to hear the remarks of the men asthey smoked their pipes under the oaks inthe back yard.

“That settles it, ” said one, “if I hear!the women pokin' eny more jokes at AFswife, I’ll shoot off snnthin that’ll settle j’em. I haiut met up with such a dinner jsince my mammy’s day.

“Three kin’s of pie and a puddiu’ ! Thatlays it over anything we've seen yet. A1 |knowed what he’s about when he married jthat town gal, now Itell ye.”

“Didye hear the Gorham gal ticklin’

about the dinner we'd git to-day ? I justwish she could a seen it !”

“Them soggy apple dumplings ’at welied tliar yistiddy lays heavy on my stuiu-miok yit,” this from Tim Lewis. “Idrapp d one on my foot an’ it hinted so I

sorta kicked it inter the door yard, an’

them pore chickens is iightin over it till

plumb yit.’’As soon as the buzz of the thresher was

heard, Miss Sophronia hustled out of her

chair.“Now for supper, and then dinner to-

morrow ! We mustn’t lose what we’ve

gained. Two of the men will be here to

breakfast. You sit down and let me washthe dishes !”

“Nay, ’’said Miss Sophronia softly, “1

don’t aspire to the office of guardian angel;I only want to be— yrmiilmot/n r.—Florence

McCall en.

Communicated.Decoration Day at Bethel.

At Bethel Cemetery Memorial Day is aninteresting occasion, becoming more so eachyear as the large number of visitors attests.

Early in the day people begin to drive infrom tin* surrounding country and towns,

Middletown, Newark, Glasgow and Elkton.While many come to spend the day decorat-ing graves, strolling through the cemetery,sitting under the broad shady trees and insocial greeting—others come and go duringthe day and on till evening. There are some-times as many at 40 to 50 teams here at oneline.

The Grand Army Post sent a delegation todecorated the graves of their comrades —

friends with sad hearts and willinghands deeorate the graves of their loved ones who areburied in this beautiful cemetery. The |cemetery contains about six acres tastefully jlaid out in broad walks and drives the hand jsome tombs and monuments of white marble irising above the carpet of grass so smoothly

and evenly cut, the choice flowers and shrub- 'bery tie* bright sunshine, all combine torob the grave of much of its sadness as westroll through this beautiful city of the dead. ,Tis so well kept and so much attention paid !to it that there is nothing delapidated or

neglected in it. Almost daily during pleasant iweather some one visits the cemetery to lay |i llower on the grave of a departed one.

The location beautiful for situation,the char-acter of the soil dry and sandy, the attentiongiven to it by the board of directors and the !gentlemen in charge have given it such pro- |minence that many from a distance have made jit their family burial place. The bodies |of men who have been prominent in church Iand State lie buried here.

SOME DON’TS FOR SWIMMERS.

Diving is certainly the best way for you !

I to enter the water —always provided that; you know all about its depth. Nothing

| fan be more unhealthful than the dawdling jI mbit of wading out ankle-deep or knei-

l leep. The hot sun heats down on your

j head. Your feet and legs are in the coolwater whose temperature is anywhere from

I ten or twenty-five degrees lower than thatj of the air.

You can’t remain long under these cou-litious without injuring yourself. Nature’s

| plan is to have the head cool and the

j extremities warm. (Jo contrary to thisand you are in trouble. Probably most of

i y u can remember having hail a headachei s >me time or other from this very came*

| Indeed, physicians will tell you that many

| attacks of cramps in the water are due tothe swimmer’s foolish habit of wading in

i very slowly. Deranged circulation causes| cramps. In places where it not safe to dive: you can easily stoop over and throw a fewhandfuls of water on your head. Thenhurry forward and throw yourself in—fall

, in. Will other fellows laugh at your pre-cautions? Well, let them laugh, and pay

| for it with the twinges of cramps. I have

been swimming twenty years, and I’ve

never had a cramp, simply because I'vej followed the rules laid down here. Prom

I Harper’s Pound Table.

Pennsylvania Railroad Company’s Sum-

mer Excursion Route Book.Tin; Most Cumim.ktk ITiilk ation of its

K i n i >.

The Passenger Department of the Penn-sylvania Railroad Con any will, on dune 1

j publish its annual Summer ExcursionI Route Book. This work, which is com-piled with the utmost care and exactnessis designed to provide the public w ith short

i descriptive notes of the piincipal Summer

' resorts of Pastern America, with thermitesfor reaching them and the rates of fare

j There arc over four hundred resorts in the ij book, to which rates are quoted, and overfifteen hundred different ways of reachingthem, or combinations of routes are set

out in detail. The book is the most com-plete and comprehensive handbook of

; Summer travel ever offered to the public.I Its 210 pages are inclosed in a handsome 1and striking cover, in colors. Several

i maps presenting the exact routes overI which tickets are sold, are hound in the

i hook. It is also profusely illustrated with jj line half-tone cuts of scenery along the line

j of the Pennsylvania Railroad and elsewhere.Any doubt as to where the Summer

should he passed will he dispelled after a ,

I careful examination of the contents of

! this publication.On and after June 1 it may be procured

; at any Pennsylvania Railroad ticket office

at the nominal price of ten cents, or upon

j application to the general office Broad jj Street Station, by mail for twenty cents.

—

Deer Park.On the (’rest of the Ailoghenies. To those j

I contemplating a trip to the mountains in Jsearch of health and pleasure, Deer Park, I

; on the crest of the Allegheny mountains, 3000 j| foot above the sea level, offers such varied || attractions as a delightful atmosphere dur-ing both day and night, pure water, smooth {

> winding roads through the mountains andj valleys, and the most picturesque scenery in

i the Allegheny range. The hotel is equippedwith all. adjuncts oonducsive to the outer*

i tainment, pleasure and comfort of its guests,j The season at those popular resorts com-

I ineuces June 22ud.For full information as to hotel rates,

rooms, etc.’ address George D. Deßhields,Manager, Deer Park, or Oakland, GarrettCounty, Md.

CECIL WHIG, ELKTON, SATURDAY, JUNE 15, (895.

FOR THE BLOOD

uSueh W'

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Just now everybody is thinking abouttaking something for the blood.A Spring medicine as we speak of

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CLOT HES. coat andvest,a neg-

ligee shirt, a thin pair oftrousers, a pair of lightshoes, the necessary fur-nishings, and yon havehot-weather comfort. Itis comfortable, too, to jthink 3'ou can get themALL at one place. Saves Irunning about in the |heat, saves trouble and,better than all, money,too. Such a place you |have helped us to make jat Sixth and Market.

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Clothing,Tailoring.Furnishings.Hats,Shoes.

We can fit out com-plete the 3-year-old boy,the 50-inch man or anybetween si/e.

Jas.T. Mullin&SonClothing, 6th & MarketHats,.Shoes, Wilmington,

WEIGHS 2H POUNDS.

Why pay $1(10 for a Bicycle, when youcan secure a first-class wheel for SOO.

Fully guaranteed (or one year.

Fitted with G. & J. Tires, $5 extra.

Second-hand Bicycles, from $5.00 up.

For further particulars, address

CHAS. G. WELLS, Agent,An Inspection solicited. Elkton, Md.

| Carhairt Co 09 1I; ZION, MD.

We Buy as Low as We Can,

That’s Business Sense;

EWe Sell as Low as We Can,

That’s Progressive Sense;

You Buy as Low as You Can,

That’s Common Sense;g: You Buy of US, 3

That’s Dollars and Cents for Both of Us.

i In 18(15 we entered into merchandizing, and after thirty years of

; experience, we feel safe in saying that we can offer you from our well

j selected Stock of Spring Goods, some of the Lowest Prices on record.Below see a Comparative Statement of the Purchasing Power of a

I Dollar, as compared with Thirty Years Ago :

Zion. Md., Get. 5, 1866. Zion, Md., April 1. 1895.!SH 1 Ihs Brown Sugar. Co 14<* 5(5 1 lbs. Brown Sugar, at 4c 1(5

2 Ihs White Sugar, at 20 0 2 Ihs. White Sugar, at 4jtf 09

I Seven Buttons, at 12 07 1 2 dozen Buttons at 6c..” 0;1 Spool Cotton OS 1 Spool Colton 0 52 yards Drilling, at 373-5' 75 2 yards Drilling, at 10 20

; 4 yards Satinette, at 95c 3 HO 4 yards Satinet at 35c*. 1 40; 2 yards Wool Flannel, at 60c.... 1 20 2 yards Flannel, at 25c 50

3 pairs Stockings, at 25c 75 3 pairs Hose, at 12} 37 Z^KI 14 yards Muslin, at 31 434 14 yards Muslin, at 6o 84I 5 yards Gingham, at 373*5* 1 87 5 yards Gingham at 5c .. 25

15 yards Calico, at 28c 420 15 yards Calico at 5c 75| 1 pair Merino Hose 48 i pair Merino Hose 25

1 pair Gloves 87 1 pair Gloves 31| 1 pair Gloves 25 1 pair Child's Gloves 15

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! rich as you were thirty years ago if you had three dollars.

TERHS CASH

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Suits for Everyday Wear, $3.00.

For Evenings and Dress, $5.75. s -5>

Suits in Black Clay Worsted, extra fine. $lO

Suits in Fine Black Bullock Diagonal, sl2.The above I cun truthfully state is a correct list uf prices, and are sold from 75 to 100jpnr cent cheaper than the rest of the merchants dare soil them. 1 carry a full line of

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Open from 7 a. m. until 10 p. m. ~

Saturday until 11.30 p. m. IVortl? Side /ban? St, Elinor?. Hid.

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ITerchant Tailor,705 Market Street, Wilmington, Del.,

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A Stylish Fit. Dependable Goods.

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