The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-03-21
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The East Coast of Florida justly
deserves the reputation of being the
Riviera of America. The millions of
dollars that have been spent during
the past few years exclusively for the
comfort of winter tourists is appre-
ciated, as is ev- fenced by the enormous
travel over the Florida East Coast
railway to the numerous resorts at
which are located the hotels of the
East Coast System. Among the prom
inent residents of Scranton now the
guests of the hotels are: Mrs. j. l..
Crawford, Mr.. and Mrs. A. G.. Nc
Connell, Mr.. and Mrs. A. d. Spencer
and Mr.. and Mrs. A. W. Howe. They
are visiting the principal resorts on
the East Coast.
The American Eagle" is the title
of a small, four-page paper of which
Joe Brown is editor and Stanley Man
mes sporting editor, according to the
papers editorial heading. Its recent
issue of twelve columns contained two
of advertising matter and some well
prepared local and general news. The
circulation of the paper is not stated
but it ought to reach high figure.
Welsh people particularly will be in
terested in a book of 267 pages, a sec
ond edition, revised and enlarged, just
off The Tribunes presses. It's title,
Rev. Kilsby Jones'" is sufficient ex-
planation of the contents Of the work,
which is from the pen of Rev. Vyorswy
Morgan. The substance of the work
and its completeness is indicated on
the title page "a complete history of
his remarkable life, together with his
noted sermons, sayings, essays, lee
lures, speeches, and all his letters re-
lating to matters of general interest"
In the preface Author Morgan says:
Il thankfully acknowledge
assistance from Rev. Jacob F.
Davies, of Plymouth, and William w.
Davies, esq, of Scranton, Pa"
He was a little fellow who worked
in the mines and always seemed more
forlorn than the other breaker boys.
His feet were usually bare even in
cold weather and when noontime came
he went and sat among the men who
were eating their lunches, but never
was seen opening his dinner pail. One
of the mine owners who frequently vis-
tied the breaker, noticed the boy and
that the tin pail was never uncovered.
Calling him aside he asked the reason.
After some hesitation the child an
swered: II haven't got any dinner sir.
/ only brung the pail cause I wanted
the rest to think had some just like
them" The proprietor said hastily:
Don't you ever do that again. Go to
my house, every morning and my wife
will see that you have a lunch" and
the child, wondering If the command
was too good to be true, stood as If
dazed He went for the lunch and
such lunch as the lovely lady put in
the empty dinner pail; but ah, such
few days! Only on Saturday the little
fellow was crushed beneath a car and
lived but a few minutes. Thus the
brief story ends. 1t is a true one, too
true; too sad, but only one of many
in our midst
One of the greatest suppers of the
season will be served at Elm Park
church Thursday night.
A week ago yesterday the New York
World beat the Journal and Free Press
to Wilkes-Barre by about ten minutes,
owing to the facilities of the Della
ware and Hudson railroad. The Journ-
al special is run from Scranton to
Wilkes Barre over the Central Rail-
road Of New Jersey. Previous to yes
terday the Journals had to be carted
from the Erie and Wyoming station,
on Washington avenue, to the Central
station, which is almost a mile dis
tant. This distance allowed the World
to get good start on Sunday. March
13, and it. came back from Wilkes
Barre shouting victory. But the most
mysterious part OF the incident OF a
week ago was. although the World ar
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