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Show HADES. (By G. M. Jackson.) I dreamed that I stood at the gates of the wall, that surrounds the red-hbrimstone lake, Where the souls of those who sinned while on earth, evermore boil, sizzle and bake; Where the worm dleth not; where the lire's not quenched; where fiends yell forever in glee At the lost shades who moan, and howl, scream and groan as they float on that fiery sea. The porter who stood at the dark, sombre door, with horrid and hideous mien Not in the sky up above, 'or on ground underneath, has his duplicate ever been seen Had hair of live serpents; had teeth liko the boar; had eyes which were like molten brass; His hands were as claws; his feet were as hoofs; his body a mass. This distorted monster, with shrill, piercing note, addressed me as I, fearful, drew near: "Now, mortal, what brings thee to this gloomy land, where Hope gives her place up to Fear? For know ye, oh, Man, that he who goes through this entrance, where ever I stand, Can never return, "but must endlessly burn with the ghosts which have been justly damned. "Oh, awful being, with terrible front, I cried as I stood, fearful still; "1 come not to join, but to simply look on, while this blazing Inferno you 3 m BY m INSTALUNG A ot . mis-shape- fill; . ) did feed; Theres a warm spot inside for this fellow, I ween, where theyll cook him forever and aye-- 7 3h, good morning, step in, yes, this is the place Ha, listen, dost hear his v eitys Rocky Aoui)hii) Bell Telephone W W $ You can talk from your office or residence 3, Hi And to any point in UTAH, IDAHO, WYOMING AND MONTANA. ..RATES TO SUIT ANY INCOME.. Hi Hi Hi n For I fain would go back from this region of woe, to the earth where with voice and breath, I can tell those I love to so live each his life, to escape from this neer ending death. "It is well, said the sentry, "now mark ye, and well, the faces of those who march down; No pure ones eer walk through this black passageway; only those can drown whore elected ;ln yon burning ocean, where the sul-- j phurous Waves roll and beat on the scorching hot shore; Where the wicked are tossed on their crests without end; where pain $ lives though Time is no more. : The first one to come is the villain who pressed the poor man; took from him his meed; Whose fat Jowls grew large on the or-- I phans just share; who on pov- i W ill-fortu- ne first cry? .the roue who wrecked the life -rleres of a girl; a ladies man he was while on earth; lut never again will he look upon either she or the child she gave birth, or Satan, though wicked, neer takes to his realm, the erring who through weakness fell; .hat is work for St. Peter Ah, yes, you straight ahead I assure theres justice in Hell. '.low for ages and aeons his spirit shall shriek as he toasts in the black, stinking fire, nd never for him will mercy he shown; hes awakened not only Gods ire ut the wrath of the Prince, who oer this region rules and hell burn an unquenchable brand; ever, never will comfort be extended his shade; he will fry for an , end-loss-tim- e, damned. lis chap you see slouching downward so slow, was one who his iwife; ill-treat- ed Theres a separate pit and a nice, red But in all the long line that walked to course, is the governing spirit, and through its general passenger agent, T. W. Lee, 'who. by the way, is a western man himself, has Inaugurated a time system which lands one in New York City in daylight, a feature much appreciated by those who live west of the Missouri. Instead of dumping us into the metropolis at night, all befuddled as to locatic)i thd Lackawanna lands its passengers at 7:35 in the evening, 8 in the morning or at 3:35 in the afternoon, all seasonable hours. The trains from New York to the western points mentioned have been changed recently . until there isnt a bit of old rolling stock in use. The Pullmans are entirely new, and the latest product of the shops. The parlor cars are finished in the best style, while the day coaches excel for comfort and elegance any run on the other lines. There isnt much choice in scenery from Chicago or St. Louis to Buffalo, but from that point to New York City the Lackawanna has them faded to a finish. Along the clear Susquehanna from Oswego to Bingamp-todown through the defile, past New Milford, Alford, Foster to Nicholson, through which flows Martins Creek, the scenery is such as to cause great admiration, while from Nicholson, through the tunnel and through Dalton, up to Clark's Summit and down to Scranton, the very heart of the anthractie region, the vista is an ever changing one of softness and beauty. From Scranton to the beautiful Water Gap, even a westerner will rave. Lovely Nay Aug falls greets the eye as one leaves Scranton o por the climb over the magnificent mountain, with its ever changing scenes. Here a lake, there a lake, here a precipice, there a mighty gorge mtil we glide down through the beautiful Water Gap, where the Delaware rrnts through the Blue Ridge range. The speed is sixty miles an hour straight, but so nicely kept is the road bed that we do not realize it. No smoke, no dust, for this is the road jf anthracite, the dustless coal which is burned in all engines drawing passenger coaches. Try the Lackawanna next time you go east. You will never regret it. This is just a bit of advice qiven those who want to enjoy traveling instead of being compelled to worry over it. n hot blaze, for him for the rest of their fate there 'were some I exhis life pected to meet, never will end, until Hell Who never appeared; and Ive learned Which ceases to be Come on, sir, youre since that time they are walking next, now step quick; the bright golden street; Thats right, to the left there Ah, hes For the man who through life did the best that he could, and the wolanded, now watch just note how the doomed scoundrel kicks. man who walked by his side. But what have we here?" I cried in Were of no use in Hell; they were Tis a woman, and sent up above to enjoy the peace dismay, fair, there when they died. "Oh, she, quoth the demon, was a Theres a moral to point, tis not long gossip in life, who caused trouble it is true; to understand, please everywhere; heed it well, Though she had a church, talked tem- Not ever' one here who you think is south-bounperance, too, and prated of morals will greet you heregalore. after in Hell. Youll note that shes here; that she o missed a long way, the joys of that PROGRESS OF THE LACKAWANNA Beautiful Shore Now, madam, step in, theres a nice It is gratifying to note that westcosy place while the years of ern people who make frequent tripF eternity whirl eastward have discovered there is You can talk to deaf ears and that sure will be Hell step lively more than one route from Chicago or . St. Louis to New York City, and that, there, now, please, old girl. For days, weeks and months I stood the Lake Shore and New York Central there beside the usher who and the Pennsylvania lines are not watched the grim gate. And the lost ever came; from morning the only ones which carry one in safetill night the sentenced marched ty, speed and comfort. The combinain, early and late. tion made up of the Nickle Plate from There were preachers whod preached and deacons whod used religion Chicago to Buffalo or the Wabash from o St. Louis to Buffalo and thence tc to cover up sin; Once Gone, Soon Forgotten. Societys pets walked down with the New York over the Lackawanna is suThe seeming fickleness of New rest; in the hot boiling pools were perior to many of the other lines and theater-goinYorks plunged in. inferior to none. The latter road, o populace wTas again shown last week in a chance meeting on Fifth avenue. An actress who at one time was better known that the mayor of the city, who was courted and feted and almost worshipped by the highest class of play patrons, was out walking, when, because of the efforts of the pet dog that accompanied her to tear the collar on the neck of another canine following in the wake of two society women, she was drawn into a conversation. An exchange of ideas was followed by an inquiry as to the name of the actress: Rehan, was the reply. How do you spell it? was the next query. Fac-toryvill- e, won-drous- ly Po-"on- d, -- -- g Why, Indeed, that is the way the actress, Ada Rehan, spells hers. Are you any relation? I am Ada Rehan, came the surprising announcement. o Metals and Microbes. Prof. Raoul Pictet has proved that at a temperature of 200 degrees acids do not act upon metals, their molecules having ceased to live; and yet the microbes of many diseases subjected to that temperature, prac tlcally immured In a block of frozen air, enjoy good health. ' |