WHOLE NUMBER 1736. .
From Scribner's Magazine for April.
A FREAK OF FATE.
[In “making up" our first page ‘last week, a
serious mistake was made in putting one por-
tion of this story in the wrong place. ' We
thererefore reprint that portion in which the
mistake occurred—Ens. Guerra]
III.
_ Monsieur Bertholet. trying to lose himself
in the great Northern Railway station, felt
the by no means strange sensation that the
eyes of the world were upon him. He'
could hardly be said to look like himself as
he mingled _in the crowd. A flaxeu beard
and wig, marvellous checked trowsers, and
a tall gray hat, had transformed him into the
Frenchman's ideal of an Englishman and
filled his French soul with disgust. Before
long he feebly cursed the folly that had be-
trayed him into enveloping himself in such a
conspicuous disguise in the first, fatal step
to an existence that should unfold to him the
mysteries of “life."
In a querulous endeavor to discover wheth-
er the train destined to hear him to Calais—
and to London and liberty—ever meant to
start, he tangled himself in the meshes of
Wheelbarrows, porters and travelers. He
was jostled about and carried along, till the
last he stood aching and battered behind
three broad-shouldered fellows, in whose
shadow he hid himself, while he hugged to
his breast a small newspaper parcel, his only
luggage. . ‘
He breathed a little more freely, and
looked with silent envy at the broad backs
before him. They were only common sol-
diers, these three—poor defls, with the
prospect of a third-class ride, and a meal of
dry bread out of the forage-bag each carried
slung across his shoulder.
A whistle and a shriek from the engine,
“Calais! Calais!” and then a cherry and
rush of people down the, platform. . . .
“Trans! Duval, the old Englishman has
gone,” one of the soldiers cried, looking over
his shoulder.
Gone? Poor M. Bertholet had made a dash
for a coupe, when a couple of arms were
thrown about his neck and an affectionate
kiss resounded on each of his checks.
“The little one l"
“I knew you,” Auguste replied, gleefully.
“I knew your walk, my old one!”
“Let me go I” screamed M. Bertholet,
struggling to free himself.
It was an unpropitious time for expla-
nations; bells were ringing, and barrow-
loads of luggage threatened destruction to
their legs. -
“Come home with me, and you shall have
a good time!” Auguste shouted, just as his
father leaped toward the train, with the cry;
“Dt‘eu .l—Dieu l—your motherl”
Sure enough, there Was Madame struggling
through the crowd, and searching with keen
black eyes.
M. .Bertholet was appalled; but he had
also the strength of utter despair. How he
freed himself from Auguste’s encircling arms
he never knew, but he struck wildly about
him. leaded into an empty coupeqind slammed
the door to just as, with a puff and a shriek
from the engine, the train glided out of the
station.
Madame stared blankly into “the little
one’s face. “Imbecile !" she cried, and turned
her broad back on him, and wrung her hands
a little under her ladylike shawl.
M. Auguste had traced his father easily
enough, and Madame had watched M. Au—
guste, and this was the end of their success.
ful planning. Tears crept up to her angry
eyes, and so blinded them that, as she turned
she stumbled against a broad-shouldered
soldier, who muttered something under his.
curly dark mustache before he saw that it was
a lady. Then he made a hasty military sa-
lute, and rejoined his two friends.
“Ah, Chelot, the day is out of joint with
you ?" the man called Duval cried, as the
other came up, while he playfully kicked at
an unsightly newspaper parcel, that had been
rolled and pushed along till it touched his
hobnailed boots. The package was rather
small, round, and dusty, and did not invite
inspection. >
Chelot said nothing; but a look of pain
came into his honest brown eyes, as be me—
chanically watched the other two playing at
fool. ball with the accidental plaything.
As for M Auguste, he stood for a moment
perfectly helpless, grasping his iuofiensiVe,
retreating chin with one hand, while he won.
dered angrily how everybody could be so
calm; wondered what those three men
would do if they had loat five hundred
thousand francs—those three men who,
he hoped, would get shot some day for the
vivlay they grinned as he pushed rudely past
t em.
In a coupe of the train tearing Calaisward
at the rate of fifty miles an hour, a mysterious
old gentleman was rolling over the seats and
basting his bald head against the plush cush-
ions.
“Lost! lost! lost!" he screamed over and
over again. “Five hundred thousand francs
in a newspaper parcel! Guard, for heaven’s
sake, stop the train 1”
“Five hundred thousand francs in a news-
paper? Monsieur is a little wild,” the guard
said, politely, looking in. “But if it will
quiet Monsieur, he shall be listened to at Ca—
lais. If I find it,” he said, with a benevolent
grin, “I’ll take care of it. But, char Mon—
sieur, be prevailed upon to be quiet."
But nothing would persuade M. Bertholet
to be quiet. He tried‘ to leap out of the win“
dow, and being held back by force, flung
himself at full length on the floor.
Quick as lightning,the guard tied his hands
behind his back with a handy cord—the guard
was prepared to deal with mad passengers-—
and left him, after he had made a neat pile of
a yellow beard and wig, a tall white hat and
a pair of blue spectacles.
As for M. Bertholet, he lay prone, and
having struggled all strength out of himself,
he could only gasp:
“Lost—lost—lost—five hundred thousand
francs in a newspaper!”
. Iv.
These were the days of the third Napoleon
and Mexican ambition. That glittering bub-
ble, the- Empire, had soared its highest, was
glittering its gaudiest, and, like all bubbles
under the same circumstances, was about to
burst.
Chelot, waiting for the train to Merle,strode
up and down the platform, with thoughts far
away in the village three miles beyond Merle,
where Claude used to wait for him, under
the big chestnut tree before the mill with its
red gable.
Of the other two, Duval still kicking the
improvised foot-ball idly, remarked that such
a wet blanket of a friend as Chelot he had
never seen.
“In six days he’ll be sick—deadly sick,"
the other, Jean Pierre, added, tilting himself
up and down, ship fashion.
“In two weeks, Chelot, you’ll be' making
love to a Mexican ma’m’selle."
“In three weeks Ma’m‘selle Claude will be
forgotten."
Chelot turned his back on them angrily,
and strode to the edge of the platform just
as the train came alongside.
“Ah ciel, the old boy is angry! I say, Che-
lot, we may never see thee again. Forget bad
jokes l” Duvul cried, good-naturedly.
But Chelot was sick and sore, and some-
how he couldn’t turn his honest face about
with a pleasant smile, and so he sprang on'
the coupe step and paid no attention. Duval
gave a parting kick to the dusty newspaper
and hurried after him.
' “Old boy," he said, with a friendly blow
on his shoulder, “why be angry at foolish
words? We were always good friends; so
come, now, and shake hands. You‘re going
far away, and we know the fortune of war.
Bah l” he cried, hastily, “I mean to dance at
our wedding till I drop l"‘ And he grasped
Chelot's outstretched hand and wrung- it
heartily. _
“Now there’s Jean Pierre; take his hand;
he’s a good fellow.” \ '
Jean Pierre. who had strolled up, was a
bit of ajolier, and while he shook Chelot's
hand with one, with the other he secretly
thrust a battered newspaper bundle into the
young man’s foragcbag, rejoicing, with the
hollow joy of all practical jokers, to think of
the disappointment in store when he should
pull out the ill-looking paper, inalead of the
iecc of bread underneath.
Chelot leaned but of the car—window and
watched them sadly, till the train swung
around a curve and tore its way into the
golden summer afternoon.
Chelot was young and five days ago, before
the news came that his regiment was ordered
to Mexico, he hgd loved all the world in his
honest fashion, because Claude was his world
and Claude loved him. In six days his regi-
ment was ordered to sail; but rogue a. la gal-
ere.- Six days of y0ulh ‘and low: are better
than ten years of old age, he thought; and
he stroked his brown mustache and imagined
Claude‘s surprise at seeing him. Five days
of happiness. and then he would gently tell
her that he must leave her for a long time,
perhaps forever. He leaned his head against
the open window, and watched the wheat
fields bend beneath the sweep of the sum-
mer wind that touched the frail petals of the
scarlet poppies, till they hid beneath the ri-
pening grain. The apple-trees were heavy
With fruit. and between the orchards and far
spreading fields the red-roofed farm—houses
twlnkled in sight; then the '
view as the train shot past. - locks of sheep
‘ the bridge, lay the mill.
were lost to '
nibbling peacefully in the pastures, followed
the bell-wethcr, and scamperedluto safc‘ dis-
tance from this curving, rumbling snake. At
last came, Merle. where Chelot leaped out,
giving himself a shake by way of toilette.
He looked down with pride at his scarlet
trOWsers and covertly smoothed his blue
jacket. He swung his forage-bag a trifle
farther backward, gave a dock to his cap. and
with his broad shoulders well back, trudged
down the highway with an easy, swinging
gait-that sent the blood to his brown face
and made his eyes sparkle. “In five days ?
Ah, bah! Vogue a la galore ! ' He whistled a
merry tune, trudging up and down hill to
Plaileroi and Claude. Two or three times he
stopped,—once to pat a bow-legged dog, who
came up rubbing his stupid head against
him; once to kiss a fat baby, witha tight
cap over its fiaxen poll, that lay doubled up
in a speckle I herd among the daisies and
clover before a cottage door '; and once to
gether a handful of flaming poppies for
Claude. In the distance he could just see
the village steeple, and he knew that in the
hollow, at the foot of the hill, just beyond
The ancient chest-
nut—tree stood before the door, where the
time-worn mill-tones were piled, step-
fashion, to the broad threshold, where
Claude sat, summer evenings, spinning and
waiting for him. Chelot know every stone
and tree on the road. The children came
up and touched him with friendly, small,
black paws, and the landlord of the “Pot-au-
Fen,” sunning his portly circumference on
the porch of'his inn, shook his tasselcd night
cap at him.
“If thou art not too fine for a dance in the
kitchen, bring thy sweeth after dusk and
show us what thy legs can 0."
N o wonder that mine host of the “Pot-au-
Feu” was moire of Plaileori; he had an un-
commonly genial way of making himself
necessary.
The young man shouted back a joyous ac-'
ceptance and springing down the hill, while
his heart beat like a sledge-hammer as he
crossed the bridge over the mill-stream and
saw the huge wheel turning noisily. Six
months ago he had seen Claude, and how
often in the meantime he had pictured their
meeting! He was so near that he could
distinguish a dusty, white figure in the door-
way—the miller—the miller, scraping and
bowing to a retreating figure who passed
Chelot just as he reached the chestnut tree—
: long, lank parsonage, with a yellow face in
the ominous elegance of a broadcloth suit,
baggy at the knees and too short at the wrists,
and with a huge bouquet at his breast. Che-
lot glanced after him, with an inninctive de-
sire to punch his shiny tall but a foot or two
deeper over his face and dusty hair; then he
turned toward the house. The miller had
disappeared, and he stood alone under the
chestnut-tree, with the exception of a donkey
hitched to a cart, who was examining his legs
with profound attention. So this was com-
ing back to Plaileroi and Claude 1
He sat down disconsolately on the bench‘
beneath the chestnut-tree, where they so often
had sat together, he and Claude, just asa~
smothered laugh caught his ear, and the next
instant a shower of chestnut burs and leaves
came raining down upon him.
He sprang to his feet, and looking up be-
tween the dark branches, caught sight of a
laughing, rosy face peeping at him through
the clustering chestnut-leaves, and tantaliz-
ingly out of his reach.
“Claude i”
There Was a sparkle of small white teeth
and a funny nod of a brown head toward the
figure plodding down the road. Then with
a warning “Clint 1” Claude glided and scram-
bled out of he hiding-place and neatly fell
into her lover’s outstretched arms.
For a moment she clung to him, and the
laughter in her dark eyes gave way to some-
thing wonderfully gentle and loving.
“I have you again, beloved," she Whisper-
ed, hiding her rough head against his breast;
then she tore herself away with a little laugh,
and stood before him, shading her face with
the bunch of poppies. “Are you sure that
you love me '3"
With one quick motion he was at her side,
clasping her to his heart, poppies and all.
“Why do you ask, my torment ?” -
“Because he” (nodding down the road)
“says he loves me. He wants to buy the
mill and the millei’s daughter, and he is rich
—oh, so very rich. Every day I have to hide
from him and father.”
“Your father ? and we betrothed?"
“Yes, father favors him,” she said, with a
troubled look toward the mill. ‘
“And you, Claude ?" He grasped her
hands with a violence that nearly pained her.
“Doubt me. Bertrand?” she said, quite
gravely. “If I could only show you how—true
I am ?” Then, with a sigh, “If you were
rich you might buy your discharge, and then
lwe Icould marryyand you would be the mil-
er.
“And if not i” he asked, sadly. .
“Why do you ask ? What is the matter ?”
she cried, in sudden alarm, clinging to his
,arm. ~
“Nothing; nothing shall come between us
but death."
“Death? Why do you speak. of death?
You- are well and strong, and God is good
Bertrand, Bertrand, what has happened i’
“I am a fool l" he cried, roughly. “Be-
cause I am so happy, I fear something may
happen." ‘
She shook her head silently, and it named
as if the twilight that had begun to creep
over the valley, the mill and the stream had
touched her sunny face, as, without a word
but with a wistful look into Bertrand’s face,
she led the way into the mill. -
i’ Y.
It had grown so dark that the oil-lamps
began to twinkle throughout the village. In
the huge kitchen of the “Pot-au-Feu” two
fiddles and a trumpet twanged and tooted a
rollicking galop, and whatever of Plaileroi
had a pair of sound legs went scampering
up and down the bare floor, til! the whole
village was in a.whlrl,from the fat cook with
a-huge ladle in her hand to Claude.
It seemed to Claude as if the world were
spinning about, so did Bertrand Whirl her up
and down to the time of the music.
Plaileroi balls were primitive enough—the
world went in its usual form, and hardly
smoothed its hair, and so Chelot; he hadn’t
even taken off his forage-bag.
"If we could only dance forever!” be
groaned; and faster, faster he went, clasping
her more tightly, and knowing, miserably
enough, that it was his last dance.
“I am tired, Bertrand.”
He’stood still, holding her hand as if in a
dream, seeing for the first time that Plaile'roi
had given out, and was watching them with
noisy approbation that followed them out of
the room: “Not a’ haudsomer pair within ten
miles.”
Some one stood in the door way, in black
broadcloth, and with a withered bouquet on
his breast. He was looking over the heated
crowd, watching the two jealously. Chelot
brushed past him and Claude turned her
face away.
So they went through ' the porch of the
“Pot-au-Feu” into the garden and the peace-
ful night. The crickets were chirping, and
the soft breeze touched the leaves of the pop-
lars lining the roadside:
”See !—a falling star.
Claude whispered.
“A fine dance, Ma’m’selle. To last a year
—-eh, Monsieur ?” ‘
Like an unpleasant ghost in broadcloth, he
stood. beside them, with his tall hat on the
back of his head and his hands in his trow-
sers pockets. -
“Monsieur Garbelle.” ‘
“Another kind of dance in Mexico—eh
Monsieur Chelot ?"
Claude looked up at M. Garbelle with a
white face.
“What do you mean? Tell me!
for God’s sake what is it ?”
Chelot turned on his rival in a kind of
quivering rage, and one strong band came in
fatal contact with the withered nosegay on
M. Garbelle’s breast. _
“Claude, wait till I tell you,” he cried,and
grasped her hands in his.
“No, now i”
"Monsieur Chelot’s regiment is ordered to
Mexico for a year. Perhaps Mademoiselle
don’t know that there is war in Mexico? It
is a wild country, far away, and M. Chelot
will have to cross the sea before he is there.
The big sea—so big.” and M. Garbelle spread
out his lank arms to give an adequate idea of
the ocean.
“Is this true?” '
“It is true. I thought we mi ht be happy
five days more in th 3 world. orglve me,
Claude,” he implored, looking into the dull
misery of her eyes.
As for M. Garbelle. having succeeded in
his little plan, he slunk away. From the
rambling old tavern the shrill fiddles and the
trumpet struck up a. new tune, that floated
gaily down the hill after them. But the old
I have wished,”
Mexico—
wlt-h her head on Bertrand's breast, .was
weeping bittlerly.
It was high noon the next day. The mil—
let in the'kltchen was cuttinghuge junks of
bread from a long loaf on the table, washing
the bites down with coffee. '
Across the other end of the table Chelot
had flung his forage bag the night before,aud
there it still lay. Themiller, with a scornful
laugh, leaned across the table and took it up,
when out dropped a crust of bread and a
' tattered newspaper roll.
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charm had fled; it was all discord. Claude, ,
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' “Not much to bring from Paris,” he said,
with great contempt. He knew some one—
with a sly look at poor Claude, ‘who -wtls
standing listlessly by the window—who at
least would bring home a silk gown from
such a journey.
. The girl paid no attention. Her _father
was talking nonsense. She knew it was
only Bertrand’s bag. A curious change had
passed cver her in one night of unspeakable
grief. She had grown older and paler. The
miller was a weasel-faced old man in a smock
frock and a night on . He had ambition,
and fortune was favorl g him. He rose to
leave the kitchen, giving a 'parting push to
the bag, when Claude turned upon him sud-
denly. .
“Father, what will make him free P"
He'knew What she meant, without expla-
nation. . .
“Money—much money.”
“We are poor,are.we not
wistfully.
“01!. yeS—poor as rats,” he answered,with
great cheerfulness, knowing the drift of her
thoughts. . -
“Where he—Bcrtrand—is going is a wild
and dangerous country ?" ‘ -
“Oh, yes; very dangerous.”
“He may never come back,” she murmur—
P” she continued.
ed.
“Very likely,” the miller said, pleasantly.
“If they are not shot, down there, they are
starved ; but they never come bac .” '
She had grown so deadly pale that even
the miller was touched. '
“Can no one save him ?” she cried, wring-
ing her hands. on for a little money l!’
“Monsieur Garbelle the miller suggested.
“Do you think he would lend us some ?" -
“Not for nothing.” he answered, scratch-
ing his head. “But I’ll send him to make
his own terms. He's always about the mill
nowadays,” he said. trying to suggest a shat-
tered existence, and so shuffled out of the
kitchen. .
M. Garbelle was there, and came sneaking
in, dopbtful of his reception. . He. was not
an inviting looking object, covered with a
thin layer of flour from too much prowling
about the mill- . .
Claude was sitting with her back to him,
her head buried in the table against Ber—
trand's bag. She looked up as he stood be-
side her. It was a new look toGarbelle, and
he liked it. She was really wonderfully
handsome.
“Ma’m’selle, you want money? I have
it, and”I will give you what you want, if
She looked at him breathlessly.
“Well, M. Garbelle ?” .
' “If you will marry ’me.”
VI. '
Poor Chelot had gone away in the early
dawn with a heavy heart. He had been to
all the Chelots for five miles about to borrow
money. It was a wild endeavor, for they
were close-listed gentry. Sure enough, they
shrugged their shoulders, and declared in
various ways that men were cheap and money
dear. So he came back to Plaileroi at
{.wilight, with empty hands and quite hope—
ess. ~
Heaven knows how he would have slaved
to pay the debt—but now? He looked up
drearily, for some one called him from the
“Pot-au-Feu." It was M. le Maire, who
waved a letter in one hand while he leaned
out of the low window. The “Pot-au-Feu”
and the post office were one in primitive
Plaileroi.
A letter for him—Chelot! The miracle
happened once a year, and so he turned it in
all directions in his perplexity.
"It was left for you an hour ago. For
heaven's sake, open it, man I” the burgomas—
ter said, with some irritation. He was dying
of curiosity, natural enough when the whole
mail of a village, consists of one letter. _
It was a soft letter without stamp or mark,
only a down-hilldirection in one corner;
but a pleasant letter, M. in Maine concluded,
for after a second of bewildering delight
Chelot leaped in the air, caught M. is Maire
about his short neck, and hugged him pas—
slonately.
"Free, free, free!” he cried, and shook
three one hundred franc bills in the other's
face. There was a bit of paper inclosedpn
which was. written, in crabbed writing,
“From a faithful friend.”
“God is so good!” he cried, and a film
dimmed his eyes, and his lips quivered a lit-
tle under his brown mustache.
Then, with a laugh, he swung his cap in
the air and sprang down bill. He had escaped
never once thought of the cause
Free! and Claude his forever!
- Monsieur Garbelle was crossing the bridge;
he looked up at the other’s radiant face with
a frown. But Chelot did not care; he was
free, and in his great happiness willing to
love even his rival. .
“I am free, M. Garbelle. See, all this
money is mine!” he-cried, nearly thrusting
it into the other's face.
“You have received it already ?” M. Gar
belle asked, retreating to the moss-grown
stone railing.
“What do you mean ? Who sent it ?"
Chelot asked, blankly.
M. Garbelle had had an unpleasant court—
ing, and expensive, so he was longing for
a little re cage to sooth his soul.
“Ha! ha! It is a little bargain ; Ma’m’-
sells Claude accepts three hundred francs
from me, and I take Ma'm’selle.
“Sold herself for me!” Bertrand‘ thought
over and over again, as if he could not grasp
the idea. However,there stood'M. Garbelle,
grinning, until with one hand the young man
grasped his broadcloth collar, and with the
other stuffed the bank-bills in M. Garbelle’s
pocket, and then, with a vigorous kick, sent
him staggering up hill. .
“The debt is repaid, M.Garbelle,” he said,
sternly, and, turning his back on him,he went
toward the mill. . .
That whole afternoon the miller was happy.
M. Garbelle was his—his future son—in-law.
As for Claude, she said nothing, but she
worked with feverish activity. “I shall go
mad if I think,” she said to herself.
After M. Garbelle had given her the money.
he tried to reward himself by feebly clasping
her arm with his bony hand, but she shook
him off like a spider.
At dusk she sat down on a settle by the
open hearth, shivering in the fire-light, and
the miller put a fresh log on the fire and the
flames Went blazing and crackling up the
great chimney. .
She was sitting there still when Bertrand
came in. He threw himself at her feet, and
for a moment they looked silently and sor-
rowfully into each other’s faces.
“Claude,” he said, 'at last, drawing her to-‘
ward him, “I shall come back to you again——
I swear I shall. The rice y0u paid. for my.
life was too dear— —-I—have given' the
money back. Have patience, my darling,for
a year—only a year. ”
She hid her face on his shoulder and wept
silently, butsomething of peace touched her
heart. God only knew how patient she would
be! It had grown darker, and the fire-light.
cast red shadows across the floor, and from
the cracks in the door a sudden yellow glim-
mer pierced through.
It was the miller, who came in holding a
lamp and shading his eyes from the gloom,
followed by M. le Maire, longing to know
what the letter and the money were about—-
so curious that he had trudged all the way
down bill for chance information.
The miller, placing the lamp on the table,
caught sight of Bertrand. - - .4 -
“ You here again ?" he asked, with much
disfavor. He would have said more; but he
was afraid of Claude. M. is Maire pricked
uphis sharp ears; but he was also a French—
man, andpolite, and be had interest in fami-
ly skirmishes.
There was an ominous silence, and M. le
Maire, sitting down by the table, stretched
out his fat hands to a ragged newspaper roll
lying beside a forage-bag and a. crust of bread.
Anything to break the dead silence.
“Titans 1" A paper from Paris! What a
pleasure l” M. 1e Maire said, and, without a
moment’s hesitation he began to unroll it
with nimble fingers.
“It is the only thing Chelot brought from
Paris.” the miller said,with much scorn,whlle
be filled a couple of pipes, and dived into the
recesses of a huge carven chest for 0. bottle
of new wine,for M. is Maire was an honored
guest. _
“In the name of heaven, how did you come
by this i"
M le Maire so asked the question that the
miller leaped to his feet, and dropped the
bottle in his hand with a crash, in his cou-
sternation. He wasn't dreaming, but——
money ? The table was covered with it, and
the tagged paper that Bertrand, had brought
from Paris was plethoric with more. ”It
strewcd the table and fellon the ground, and
the numbers on the bills were of fabulous
amounts. BetWeen all stood M. le Maire.
open-mouthed, petrified, and pointing a fat
forefinger at Bertrand. , .
For a second Chelot was bewildered; then
a sudden light dawned upon him. '
“Tobe sure—yes,l remember! Jean Pierre
thrust it in my bag yesterday, as I left Paris.
He and Dave! were kicking it about till Jean
Pierre dropped it in there," pointing to the.
bag, which the miller was examining, to see
if a bill or 0 had remained behind. “I
suppose so e one lost it,” Bertrand said, in-
difiereutly. ,_
It seemed like a nineteenth century'fairy
title, as the three stood about M. le Maire,
While be counted the bills with a moist fore-
if
a great danger, and, in his sudden ‘joy, he ,
finger. The miller watched each motion with
open-mouthed wonder. After the first few
thousands, his ears were dulled; he could
comprehend no further; while Claude thought
of the happiness such a bit of paper Could
give herand hers.
She turned to the window and looked into
the darkness till the last bill was counted and
the whole tucked safely into an inside'pocket
of M. le Maire’s waistcoat. ‘
“It Was 'like a bad dream,” she murmured,
and looked humbly at Bertrand, who stood
watching all with calm indifference.
“If we had all that money,” she whispered,
laying her hand on his arm.’ . . .
Something of his old bright smile came
back, as he stroked his mustache and looked
down at her.
“But we haven’t,” he answered, lightly,
and that was all.
has lost half a million,” M. 10 Maire said,
impressively. “Whoever it is will cry loud
enough to be heard. If it hadnt been for
me, that money would have lain there till
doomsday,” he said, with great solemnity.
“What would you do without me—~just tell
me that? I shall ride to Merle tonight and
telegraph to the chief of police in Paris. As
for you, Chelot, the money is .yours till the
owner appears; so you must sleep at the iiin
to-nlght; I‘shouldn’t like all the world to
know what lies in the ‘Pot-au-Feu.’ Come,
Chelot! ,You, miller, bring a lantern. Good
night, Ma’m’selle Claude. In the meantime,
I shall ride over to Merle.”
The miller accompanied the two to the inn.
To say that M. le Maire was excited was to
say nothing. He was magnificent!
“Legends,” he declared, as he, harnessed
his fat horse to a square box on four wheels,
~—“legends will be handed down about that
money, Chelot, my boy; and you, miller,
won’t be forgotten. But I—--” and M. In
Maire stopped a second and laid his forefinger
against his nose ; “I-oli——-I——-—” -
Language failed to provide him with words
sufficiently eulogistic, and, like 'other artists
under equally impressive circumstances, M.
lc Maire remained silent.
VII.
M. 1e Maire was still snoring plucidly in the
early morning, when a coach tore down the
highway and pulled up, with a sweep, at the
‘Pot-au-Feu.’
M. is Maire sat up in bed and rubbed his
heavy eyes with the tassel of his night cap.
‘I dreamt,——-—’ M. le Maire began, When
a thundering knock below sent him to the
window like a shot, and, putting his head
out, he dcmanded,irrltably,what was wanted.
Two men stood below; one looked up
with a stern, oflicial eye. .
‘I am a police commissary; this gentleman’
—pointing to his companion—‘has lost a
package containing a large sum of money
that answers the description of the one you
found. Let us in !’
For a second M. 1e Maire stared at the hap.
py possessor of so much money, though he
wasn’tmuch to look at. 0f course-it was
Monsieur Bertholet; but after a day of un-
speakable misery, and an early journey, the
poor man could not be expected to appear at
his best. His nose was red and a. pea-green
haze covered his features; but with the last
remnants of energy he pulled his cuffs over
his knuckles. He trembled with joy and
eagerness, and M. 1e Maire, enveloped in a
mysterious, long garment had hardly unhar-
red the door before M. Bertholet. fell about
his neck. '
‘My preserver !’
‘No, not exactly,’ be answered, honestly,
struggling to escape. ,
' 'Well, then, who is he? Where is he? Let
me see him !’ ' -
‘He is in bed; I will send him down di-
rcctly.’
That did not satisfy M. Bertholet’s grateful
impatience. He followed M. is Maire’s flut-
tering garments down the winding corridors,
and so burst into a small room where Ber.
trand was dreaming of Mexico with the mag-
nificent fantasy of a Frenchman, and end-
denly awoke to find a queer old man Sitting
at his bedside, clasping his hand,——a strange
old man, with whisps of thin, green hair, and
a limp but generous display of linen.
‘You shall have the reward, twenty thou-
sand francs!’ cried Bertholet, over and qver
again.
‘He is mad!’ Chelot thought, and shud—
dered.
‘Day before yesterday I lost the money in.
the railway station in Paris. In Calais they
said I was mad, and sent me to Paris by the
next train, with two keepers.’
Chelot watched him, horror-struck.
‘I remember I saw you at the station, my
fine fellow; I’ll make your fortune.”
A light dawned on Chelot.
‘To be sure; oh, I see,—why, yes.’
‘I'm the owner of the five hundred thou-
sand francs,’ M. Bertholet interposed.
‘And you are not mad ?' Chelot asked, still
doubting M. Bertholet’s feverish joy.
M. Bertholet mad? He was mad the night
he had been left to recover his reason at
leisure in a police-cell. after a forced journey
back to Paris, with two keepers and a pair
of hand-cuffs. He was mad the next morn-
ing, when Madame and ‘the little one’ came,
each in turn, and overwhelmed him with re-
proaches. But mad now? No, he was com-
ing to himself; he had learned a lesson :-
Madame was nothing without him, and ‘the
little one’ less than nothing. ‘
Experience is so extravagant a necessity
that it has amounted to a luxury from the
day Mother Eve ate an apple and lost Para-
dise, down to M. Bertholet,who paid twenty
five thousand francs for his share. ,
It was a great day for Plaileroi and the
‘Pgt-achu.’ Bertholet s'at beside M. le
Maire in the great kitchen, and watched him
brew wonderful drinks for such of the vi!-
lagers as chose to look in. All Plaileroi came
and stared at the rich man, who had lost a
fortune in Paris and found it in Plaileroi.
They drank to his health and to M. is Maire’s,
and stared again when they heard that he
had given the miller’s Claude a dowry of
twenty thousand francs, and remembered M.
le Maire handsomely.
Chelot would accept nothing, even when
he Was told that twenty thousand francs was
the advertised reward. However, after a
moment’s consultation with the host of the
‘Pot-au-Feu,’ Claude had been transformed
into an heiress by the mere scratch of a pen
.in M. Bertholet’s hand.
‘It’s all one,’ M. le Maire had said, in ex—
planation, when Claude came shyly into the
room, followed by Bertrand. .
‘AmI mad ?’ M. Bertholet asked the young
man, and. patted Claude’s blushing face. It
was an expensive pat. It was all he had seen
of ‘life,’ and it cost a pile of money. Still
he did not care, though he watched them
rather enviously when the fiddlers arrived,
and in a trlvet set Plaileroi scampering and
spinning down the long kitchen. ,
They have the best of it,’ he thought,
catching sudden glimpses of a laughing face,
the glitter of white teeth, and Bertraud’s
brown mustache in dangerous proximity.
Grandeur begets solitude, and M. Bertho-
let pullcd down his cuffs. rasped his throat
a. little, and wished M. le Maire to the devrl.
‘Will Monsieur dance with me ?‘ asked a
shy voice, and Claude stood before him,
blushing.
Would be? good heavens, yes!
He leaped to his feet,pulled down his culls,
the fiddles struck up a new tune, and, after
thirty years of inaction, M. Bertholet’s feet
cracked their old muscles to the tune of a
dance, and , M, Bertholet s elbows forced a
way through the population of Plaileroi with
superb effect. In the midst of it—
‘Monmm-t'!’ said a. familiar voice.
M. Bertholet thought he was dreaming,and
danced on. '
‘Mon. marl.” said the same voice again,
plaintively.
He stopped as if he-had been shot. There
stood Madame at the open door, travel-stain-
ed and humble.
‘My friend,I heard that you
and so I followed you.‘
"And now you can go home again,’ M.
Bertholet interposed, politely,and taking her
by one fat elbow he led her through the
garden to the vehicle in which she had come.
‘Will you not come home with me, my
friend?’
‘Not tlll I choose, my dear,’ he answered,
shutting her into the coach.
‘Perhaps you haven’t heard the news,’ she-
said, spitefully, looking out of the Window.
‘The little one is married.‘ _
‘Then I pity him,’ M. Bertholet replied,
with much feeling. ‘
‘She's a dancer—a ballet dancer !’ Madame
were here,
toward Merle.
It was'sinful and not fatherly but M.
Bertho:et laughed tilllhe ached; he was still
laughing when he reached the ‘Pot—au~Feu,’
and the merry tune of a dance tickled his
ears. -
‘Now.’ said M. Bertholet, and he pulled
his cuffs down for the last time in this story,
—‘now I shall begin to live. Madame is
married.’ _
The fiddlestwanged , _ _ .
ed, and M. Bertholet and all Plallcrm whirled
about in the kitchen of the ‘Pot-au-Feu.’
Scotch town on the cars'. .“What place is
this; anyhow i!" ' The friend" replied: “Tls
is Glasgow, where you have been consul for
the put two or three years.”
“Five hundred thousand francs. Some one
screamed in a fury, as the coachman, with a,
crack of his whip, started his lank beasts
crushed, and ‘the little one’ is—hn! hat-2 .:
and the trumpet ~trait-- -
“Rather shine—city,"~shfigl}rettc Harte to a
friend in Scotland as they rode through a.
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CI—IARLES W.- MANY
Surgeon Dentist,
wonwanx, colvu.
Oilice corner Main and Wall Streets. ‘Nitrous-
Oxide Gas administered.
ALEX. s . GIBSON ,
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HAflLESS. nocxwoon, _ .
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GENTS’ FURNISHING EMPORIUM .
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REMOVAL!
B. S. BLASCER.~
Has removed to Lockwood’s Building, Wall Street
foot of Main, which has been refitted and turn-
isned with a choice stock of
Groceries, distillery, Glass, 8.0:,
He gives his personal attention to his business
and invites public patronage. .
BERNARD COHN‘.
MERCHANT TAILOR,
\VEEK’S BU ammo, WALL s'r. ‘
A FULL LINE or .
Imported and Domestic Cloths,
of the, latest styles,constantly on hand. Novel-
ties in Scotch Snitlngs. Satisfaction guaranteed
in every particular. 46
People’s Market:
N0. 19 DIAIN STREET,
HE very best of BEEF, delivered daily to
our customers. Also. in their season, Veal,
Lamb, Mutton. Pork, &c.,at, the l nest
Market Rates. Vegetables and Fruits a full,
fresh and varied supply daily receiycd. Market
wagon sent about town every morning. . '
JAMES E. WIXSON.
Howard S. Bette,
I (Successor-to C. S. Prowl“,
raianltls‘r.
CORN-ER DRUG STORE.
Ncrwalk, Ct.
A'l‘
Quintard’s Furniture Rooms
‘ will be found a complctcassortmcntot
FURNITURE, 840.,
inolutllngcvcry thing usually found inafirst-class
establishment, at Prices to null; the Times. Also,
a large assortment of
CEROMOS. lPIOTURE FRAMES,
LuOKrNG GLASSES, are.
Glass Plate cut to any size. .ltepairing done in
the best manner, at short notice. Also, old flair
Mitttrascs made over as good ns:ncw.
s. QUiNl'lliiii’s ecu. ...
Now for Your Orders!
AVING sold out all of my old stock and r3-
plcnlshed with new I am now prepared to
serve the public with the
BEST, 015‘ EVEILYTHING
IN THE .
at most reasonable prices. . Single or Double
Teams either by the hour 'or day, with or Without
dirvcrs. ' WILLIAM E. ”ANN.
Opposite D. .2 N. lt.R.Dcpot, Nor-walk.
eiiastlilrss «is am an tourism...
(3. A. FRANKE’S
lithium: and Hall titling Saloon!
. FOR A
'Plcnount ShlVe,
a rustic llalr out, or .
Thorough Shampoo";
dam. A'I‘ '
.Mr. Franks’s Hair Cutting Saloon,
No. 1 GAZETTE BUILDING.
rea's Hair Cutting and Shainpooing.“
AT HOME 'ro EYERXBODY.
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Watches a Specialty.
A Good Line of _
Gold and Plated Jewelry and Silver
Plated Ware.
8 Day Strike Clocks. from $3.50 up. 1 Day
Strike Clocks. from $2.25 up. A Large stock 01
Spectacles and Eye Glasses, lrom ‘.‘0 cents it pair
up. Watch Glasses lO-cchts each.
Singer, “and Wheeler 8. Wilson
SEWING MACHINES.
All Goods at Prices as Low as wacst; at
A.W. Austin’s Jewelry Store
"Opera House Block, Ncrwalk, Conn. 7
J.G. GREG onaoo.
. DRUGGIS'I'S,
Successors to EDIVARD P. WEED,
No. 38 Wall Street, Norwalk, 01.,
invite the attention of the public to their complete
stock ol
Pure Medicines and Drugs,
and a (‘61! line of
TOILET & FANCY ARTICLES,
Also dealersin
Pure Wines and Liquors for
Medicinal Purposes.
' Careful attentionpaid to the dispensing of
physicians’ prescriptions. . 28
0. ll. Kendall, ill. I).
DENTIST,
Norwenlk;
Conn.
Ollice second
door west from
Danbury R. R.
Depot, Dental
operations in all
. branches as for-
: mcrly. Painless
extractionof
teeth by aid of
» LAUGHIN G
GAS a specialty
i.
—Dr.
Tidy
N. 13.
Kendall spends Mondays in Ridge-
ileld. ' 42
REAL ESTATE.
... \AMAAM .AM AM
0 LIVE-Four rooms over store of G. 55 S.
11. Holmes. _ -
11 C. C. BETTS. .
ROOMS T0 LE'l‘.—First and Second Floors
over I. A. Meeker 85 00’s Drug Store. En-
quire nt 21Maln Street. ‘ 11
0 LET.-—A handsome Dwelling House with
10 0‘12 rooms; good street._ lor 33:20 per
month. Enquire of B. J. STORGLS,
11 Real EstatelA gent.
For Sale.
ACRES ol‘ Meadow, 8 acres Pasternand 2
acres Woodlandmeur South Wilton Church.
Apply in 8. II. SMITH, Newtown Avenue.
13
4t“
A PLACE near the head of Main Street. A
' .
. comfortable houec,smallbarn,hcnhouscmrchard,
gnrdqn, large front yard with plenty of grass.
Rent low to a good tenant. Apply at
GAZETTE OFFICE.
To Let.
ART on HOUSE. 23 West Avenue, with a or
91arge rooms. Enquire of
F. A. VOLK.
- Store to Rent.
THE capacious and handsome Store now ocou-
pied by Messrs Earle a: Smith, on Wall St...
near the old Norwnlk Hotel,lt comprises two
floors, 24x95, with requsltc counters and shelves.
suitable for any first-class buSInl 59. Everything
is in complete order. Possession given April lst.
Apply to JACOB WEEKS, or at this Office. 10
To Rent.
rFHE upper part at a house on Main Street; _6 or
- = dirooms'if’ desired, very desirable location.
Barn room if desired. Possession can be given
.immcdlately. Enoulre at this office. Stf
Apartments to Let.
IN the Brick Houses on Leonard street. In-'
quire at LEONARD’S COAL OFFICE.
lOtf
For Sale.
A House and about one acre
of Land on Prospect Hill,
Ma behad on reasonable terms. A l to
, E. w.§l’t¥.m
'1‘.
Norwalk, March 16th, 1861. ‘ . l‘ltf
House on West Avenue
FOR SALE OR TO RENT.
THE house oh West Avenue now occupied by
Doctor Hitchcock. For particulars 81%31111'6
of E.J. BILL, at his Lumber Yard, ater
"3 :. "it -.
D E N T I S T .
RANK T. BYA'I‘T would respectfully
call the attention of the public to the fact
that hens now prepared to execute all orders ap-
pertaining to dentistry. Havinghad 13 years prac-
tical experience wit the late Dr. Frank Brady
is a. guarantee that none but the best of work and
perfect satisfaction will be given. Call and see
him at his residence adjoining the Methodist Par-
sonage. 27tf
‘ Headman Bros,
PHflTiiiiPfllfl ARTISTS
Gazette Building, Nor-walk.
Late of 13 Main Street.
Street. 8
A FEW HUNDRED DOLLARS willbuy
_ a. small place on the hill east of Winnlpauk,
facing the Lounsbury & Bissell Factory. A
chance for a poor man toeecure ahome of his
own. Apply at the GAZETTE OFFICE. 6“
Small Place for Sale.
A SMALL, two-story Housc,with one acre of
' Land, near Broad Biver Bridge, is offered
for sale at a low price, to close an estate. En-
quire at the GAZETTE OFFICE, fitf
For Sale or to Rent.
A House on Fair Street.
Apply at GAZETTE OFFICE.
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W. B. Newcomb.
‘ OULD announce that making daily trips to
New York. he is prepared to act as Messen-
ger to trans? ct any errands or businessin the city,
and to purchase and brlngup small articles for
those who may \vlsh. Careful personal attention
given to all orders. Orders can be left at store or
J. LESTER GREGORY. 53 aiu St., or with Mr.
J. MORRIS BENEDICT,POBI Ollice News Dealer.
Li. tinnitus a at,
Drug gigts,
21' Main St., Norwalk, Conn,5
YOU WILL FIND
latrictly Pure
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At Reasonable Prices.
Prescriptions carefully compounded.
TIE-IE MODEL
Hair Dressing-‘85 Bath Rooms,
Wall Street, Up Stairs.
Cleanliness, Comfort, Artistic \Vorkmauship and
this establisllmen t.
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”81' OF SUBSGRIBERS OF “ORWALK, Iii SPEAK-
IIIG GGMM'JIIGATIBH Til DATE.
Adams Bros. . . . .. . . .. .Market
Adams & Stevens... . . . . . . . . . . . .Mnrket
Asch, Jos J ..................... Office .
Board, 12.... ...Residence
Beat'ty, J. P. d: Bros. ....... . . . . .Oflice
Betts, H. S. .' ................. Druggist
Brush, F. \V., M. D. . . . . . ...Ofiice
Byington, A. H. & Co. . .Gazettc ‘Oflice
Clarke, E. 0., M. D .......... Residence
Comstock Bros.... .... . ..Norwalk.
Comstock Bros . ........ South Ncrwalk
Crofut & Knapp . . . . . ..... Upper Office
'Ci'ofutSs Knapp. . . . . . . . . . Lower Ofiice
D. «SIN. R. R. . . . . .. ..Freight Oil-ice
Dunn, William E ....... ’ ........ Stable
Ferris, J H ............... Residence
Ferris, J. 11. .y .0031, Upper Yard
Ferris, J, H. . . . . . . ..Coal, Lower Yard
Gibson, A. S ............. . ..Residencc
Gregory Bros. .. . . . .. . . . ....Stable
Gregory, J. G., M. D . . . . .Residenc’
Gregory, J. G. N: Go. . . . .. . . .Druggists
Hat Forming'Co.... ....Ofiice
Higgins, R. L , M. D . . . . .Residenco
Hill, E. J.. .. .. .. '. . .Lumber Yard
Hi1sdon,\V.. . ....Market
Hitchcock, D., M. D. ........ Residence
Holmes & Keeler.. .. . . .. .. ....Grocers
Hoytds Olmslead.... ...Oifice
Hoyt, I Mortimer ........ ....Druggist
Hungerford, 11., M. D. . . . . ..Residencc
Hyatt, J. W .................... Office
Kendall, J. 0., M. D. .. .. . . . .Residencc
Knapp.13urr.... . .. . ....Ofiico ,
Leonard, C. T._ d: 8011.. .Coal, East Side ,
Leonard, C. ’1‘. & Son. . .Coal, West Side
Lockwood, W. A., M D. ..Residence
Lounsbury S: Bissell Co. . .... Office
Many, CHW. ........Residence
Mahackemo Hotel.. .. . . . . . . . . ....Office
Meeker, I. A. & 00...... . ....Druggists
Miller, George E. . . . . . . . . . .. .Residence
Mitchell, W . Ni D ........ Meat Market
Nolan, R. G., M. D. _. . . . .Residence
Norivalk Gazette . . . . .....Oflicc
Norwalk Hour.- ................. Oflice
Norwalk Iron W orks. . t .......... Office
Norwalk Look 00. . ‘. . . . . '.- ....... Office
Norwalk Mills” . . . . . ....Ofliee
Palmer,E. M. & Co. . . . .... .Ofiice
Pardee, E. V., M. D. ....Residencc
Plaisted, G. B ...... .. ....... Drnggist
Propeller Dock .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Norwalk
Prowitt. J. T. .. . . , .. . . :Hardwnre
Randle, J. 0..... ....Storo _
Raymond Brothers . . .. . . . .Upper Office
Raymond Brothbrs ., ....... Lower Office
Rowan, It. 11... . . . .. .Ofiice
Sandiforth, L. IV ....... . . . . Residence
Sherman, S. J. . . . .. .Residence
Sherman, S. J.. . . . . ....Stable
Smith N5 Palmer ....... . ........ .Oflice
Smith, W. H. & 00.. .. . Hardware
Solmans, A. .... ... . . .Ofiice ..
Steamboat Dock. . . . . . . .Sontli Norwulk
Stillson, G. C . . . . ....Druggist
St. John, C. E. . . .x... . . . .Residence
Western Union Telegraph. .. . . Norwalk
Western Union Telegraph. So. Norwalk
Rental of Telephone, per quarter, With use .of
Line, 86 25: Rental of Telephone and Transmit-
ter, with use of Line._8900. Nocharge Will_be
made for putting in instrum‘euts- -
sunscninnns’ ,Pulvrnnons :—Con3.lnuous scr-
vice,day and night, except from!) 11., m. to 5 p.
l Hot and goldwiater Bathe}:
'm. on Sundays;- including free communication
with Stamford and News l: _
.t
Gentlemanly Attendance are leading features of .
’ Farm for Sale.
HE subscriber offers his Farm for sale, situa-
ted in the Town of Grecnlield,in Saratoga
Co.,in the State 01 New York, nine miles from
Saratoga Springs It is pleasantly situated on
a. rise at ground. 95 acres of land. which is favor
ably divided into pasture, plow. meadow and
woodland; with a large house; the size of the
barn 30 by in, wagon house and stahling, hay left
over the same, 25 by 43, and grainery 16 by 18.
Will be sold cheap; part of the purchase money
cap remain. on mortgage if desired, or will ex-
change for Village property. For further particu-
lars inquire at SILAS I'. TUTTLE,
ti5l. Norwalk,Conn.
Farm for Sale.
FARM of seventy acrcsnvell preserved and
in a good state of cultivation,sitnatcd at
Jerusalem, so called, in the town ol‘flempstcad,
Long island, N. Y. Said farm now belongs toes-
tate of Giles Seymour, late of Norwalk,00nn.,
deceased. For further particularsinquire of ED-
WARD SEYMOUR. or SILAS P. TUTTLE,Ad-
ministrator of said estate. Part of the purchase
money can remain on bond andmortgage it de-
sired. SILAS P. TUTTLE,
tf Administrator.
Desirable House to Let.
UI’I‘ABLE for one or two families; roomsvcry
nice and canvenient, with Borough waterin-
sidc and a. never falling well of excellent softwa-
tcr outside; 1'ood cellar, nice grounds, pleasantly
situated grounds in a good neighborhood. Con-
crete and flagging walk to Church. Schools and
Post Ollice. ltent rcasonablcand immediate pos-
session given of W. R. NASH, 193 Main St.
Norwalk,Juue 28,1880. 26
FOR SALE.
,T
W0 very desirable Building Lots on West
Main street. Apply at GAZETTE OFFICE.
To Rent. '
aStOfi -35 Doses
35 cents. A Mothers’
remedy for sleeplessnnd irritable
Children. The Recipe of Old D-.
Pitcher, Free from Morphine, and
not Narcotic. Formula published
with each bottle. For Flatulcncy,
assimilating the food, Sour Stomach,
chcrisliness, Worms, and Disor-
dered Bowcls, Castor-la has the larg-
est sale of any article dispensed by
Druggists. -
ASH-TONIC
A Perfected Purifier 01’th System.
Toxrc.—“_Increasing the strength, obviating the
mile“ of debzlity, and restoring healthyfimclimzs."
—' 3115183.
For Indigestion, and Dyspepsia,
the many forms of Liver Com-
plaint, Impure and Impoverislied
Blood, and Functional Derange-
. meuts attendant upon Debility, and
for Building up the weak, Ash-
'I‘onic is doubtless the most prompt
and certain remedy yet devised. In *
1-" lb. bottles, 75 cents; Six bottles,
34. Accredited Physicians and
(,‘lcrgymen. who may desire to test
the Tonic, will be supplied with not’
exceeding six bottles, at one-half
the retail price, money to accom-
pany the order. Sold by Druggists,
and by D. B. Dewey & (10., 46 De
St, N. Y. —
The most Powerful,
Penetrating and Pain-relieving
remedy ever devised by man. It
soothesPain, it alleys inflammation,
it heals “rounds, and it cures
RHEUMATISIVI,
Sciatica, Lumbago, Scolds,
Burris, Stifl' Joints, Cuts, Swell-
mgs, Frost bites, Quinsey, Salt
Rheum, Itch, Sprains, Galls, and
aneness from any cause. Suf-
ferers from ‘ .
PAIN IN THE BACK,
Fever Sores, Eruptions, Broken
Breasts, contracted Cords, Neu-
ralgia, Palsy or dislocated limbs;
and owners of horses, planters, me-
chanics, merchants and professional
men everywhere, unite in saying, that
CENTAUR LINIMENT.
brings relief when all other Lini— ‘
ments.‘ Oils, Extracts and Embroca~
tions have failed. '
NEW MARKET!
No. 6 Main Street, Nor-walk, Ct.
THE BEST OF "
Beef, Veal, Mutton, Lamb, Pork,
HAMS, POULTRY, &c., always on hand at very
lowest market prices. GAME of all kinds in its
season. Try me; I will try to suit.
jmifl W. F.
LOCKWOOD, late with Adams Bros
P U R E M I L K.
Delivered in Norwalk and South Norwalk, at
your door, every morning ’
AT 7 CENTS PER QUART,
By RENISON BROS. 51tf
PENSIONS.
Pensions and Bounties got for
all Soldiers of my own and. other
Regiments, Sec. ‘
WQ‘HI NOBLE,
BRIDGEPORT, CONN.
For, Sale.
cosy, comfortable Cottage on one of the pleas-
aiitcst streets in town, Within llvc minutes
walk of the Bridge orChurchcs, will be sold at
cost price. A portion ot the purchase money can
remain on boudnnd mortgage. Price $7,000. En-
quire at this Otlicc.
DcsirabieAProperty for sale.
Very desirable place on East Avenue.
Also, a low choice Building Lots situated on
Osborn Avenue. for sale cheap.
Also. a. nicely located House and Lot on Mer-
~ WID Street near West Avenue. for sale at a. bill'-
gnin, Enquire of
Q
till
. .. E. OSBOItN,E:ist Avenue,
or to D. W, Fitch, W est Avenue.
FOR SALE.
EVERAL very desirable Building Sites for
Business purposes. situated on Water Street.
Enquire of E. w. MITCHELL,Real Estate Agent
REAP RENT—A house nearBroail River
Bridge. Will be rented at a low price.
Apply lit the GAZETTE O: FICE .
to l:ENT.—A Barn on West Avenue. Ap-
ply nt the zenra‘n ounce. 12
DWELLINGS
AND
Building Lots.
S EVEltAL dwellings, vuriousprices in differ-
ent portions of'Borough, either to lot or for
sale at reasonable prices. Also several places
outSldc of Borough limits—one in Winnipauk.
Also several Biiildingl‘l‘ots in and outol Borough.
m9 ‘nquirc at this Ollice.
F or, Sale or Exchange.
FOR property in Norwalk or vicinity, 2 houses
in 151 ooklyu, E. 1)., Within 5 minutes walk of
I ferries. Good location. For particulars apply
[.0 J. S. RANDALL,
45 Box 63, Norwalk,
Farm for Sale.
BOU '1‘ 12 to l3 acres within 1); miles of center
ol'Nox-walk. Goodsituation. good house,
built of best material and by days work. About
50 choice Apple trccs With other fruit, good gar-
den, good wcllol' water-mud line shade trees. Just
the place for a man Wishing to raise Strawberries,
etc. Price $7,000. Enquire at this Ollice. ~
I -, y ..
ABE-Silaillfi- Homestead ill! Sale.
("tilts valuable residence .of the subscriber,
l pleasantly located on high ground on East
Ave., in the Borough of Norwalk, is oll‘crcd for
sale. The situation is pleasant and healthy, com-
manding line views of Long Island Sound and the
surrounding country. Distance one mile from
walk depot. Ilouse 5-lx50; two stories and attic,
fined in with brick, and substantially built.
Rooms 13, with all modern improvements, bath
room, laundry,stationary tlle,Beech’S cooking
raligo,hot and cold water, gas throughout the
house. The cellaris dry, having stationary lurn-
one. which heats the whole house. Theatticis
spacious, anilroot‘tinned. The houseisin excel-
lent order beingcomfortuble forboth u summeror
winter residence. Suitablel‘orauy gentleman do;
ing business in New York and returning thesame
day. band about three-quarters of an acre, laid
out in lawn, fruit trees, and garden spot. App!)
to JAMES MITCHELL, ltcnl EstatcAgent,Nor-
walk, or to the subscriber,
J A. S. HAMERSLEY, ~
255 Fourth Avenue, N . Y,
9.6“
For Sale.
43.2% A Houscand Lot,in :1. uealthylocationon
5; '4 Fairstrcet,above Catharine. The llouseis
I nearly new, wellbuilt,convcnientlyarrang-
' 9.71, and will make a comfortable and ileasanl
home l‘oral'nmily of average size. The ot runs
back to the river. There is a,wcllofoxccllent_
‘ water on the place, and Borough waterinthe
Street. Price low.'aud part of the money can re
mum on mortgage. A line chance to secure
home‘. Apply atGAZETTEOFFICE. 3t
for conducting the most profitable business
a ;y one can cage 0 in. The business is so
easy to learn. on our instructions are so
5 mplc and plain, that any one cup makogreat
profits from the very start. No one can lail who
is willing to work. Women are as successful a
men. Boys and girls can earn large sum s. Many
have made at the business over onehuudrcd’dcl-
lars in ll. single week. Nothinglikc it ever kmown
before. All who engage are Sill'Dl‘lSEd {it-‘the ease
and rapidity with which they are able toimu‘ke
money. You can engage in this busrness dun-fig
our spare time at great profit. 1 011110 not hnvc
'0 inv. st capital in it. We ta.l c all the risk.
Those who need ready money should write to us
at once. All fdrnishedlree. Addressfl‘nun A: 00.,
Augusta. Maine. . _
lnfliitut furnished free, With full instructions
Norwalk Bridge. and the same from South Nor- ,
A Schools.
N ORWA LK LATIN SCHOOL.
Beldcn Aves-near West Ave.
ALEXANDER JOHNSTON, A, M., Principal.
MISS R. M. NORTIIROI’. LOUIS J.SEYMOUR,
Assistants.
The Boys’ Department meets in the Belden
Homestead.at 8:30 A.-M., and 1:30, P. M. It will
prepare boys for College, Scientific School. or Busi-
ness. Terms 340 per year; Latin, Greek,German and
Higher Mathematics, $7.50 each, extra.
'l‘heGlrls’ Department meets in the rooms lately
occupied by Miss Carter, at 8:45 A. M. Terms 340
wrthoutiextras.‘ A limited number of iris may
board With the Principal. Special terms wifi be made
for young children, either as day pupils or as bbard-
w
ers.
Bpth Departmentsarc underthc Principal’rperson-
a1 instruction. '
First Quarter opens September 6th, 1880.
.. References and further information will be found
in circulars, for which address the Principal.
Fill. it WINTER STYLES
NOW READY AT
iMrs. W. Pawcett’s,
No. 3 Water Street,
Hats in all the leading Shapes,
In Felts, Beavers, and Plush.
Silks, Satins, Plushes, Brocaded Satins, Rib—
‘bons, and Velvets, Flowers, Feath—
ers and- Birds.
Choice Assortment of MOURNING
0001):; on hand.
Ladies’ own material made up after French
Patterns, $1.00.
Felt Hats dyed and pressed in the latest
styles, 40 cents.
F reel Reading Room.
'1‘HIS isacomtortable room fitted up for the
benefit of thepubllc generally, situated on
east side of South Main Street. over Rood’s J ew.‘
clry Store, Clark and Lane’s Block, nearly 0 pc-
siteILailroad Depot, South Norwrtlk, Ct. t is
open from 9 n.m.,t09:-l5 p. m. The room is well
lighted, warm and comfortable. It is supplied
With four dailies; two weeklics, and several
monthly papers and journals. beside a number
oflnstructive and interestingbooks
COFFEE ROOM
There is a Coffee Room on the same floor and a
lady in attendance from 9:1. in., to 9:45 p. m., to
serve HOME MADE. articles mentioned below,
at-the following prices :
1 Cup of Coffee, with crackers,
l Cup of Tea, with crackers,
Cocoa, - - -'
Brown Bread nndButtcr ,
Sandwich.
Cake,
Dpughnuts, - - . ‘3.
Piece ot‘l’ie , -
Crullcrs,
Ham, . - . .
Pork and Beans, wx th bread and buttcl
Stewed Oysters,
-
: -
v. I
D
l
10
15
A FULL LINE OF
Shipping‘,-Tags,
Merchandise Tags,
{mi -
Dill LUUK lit Flirting
IN LARGE on SMALL QUANTITIES, AT
u~ Gazette Office.
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VOL. . Lam-humus '15
Beauties of English Orthography .
. A pretty deer is dear to me, ‘
A hare with downy hair, ,
A hart I love with all my heat,
But barely bear a bear. '
’T is plain that no one takes a plane 1
To shave a pair of pests, .,
Although a rake may take a rake ..,-,~.,_..\
0 tear away the fares. ., -
Sol’s rays raise thyme, time razes all .
And through the Whole hole he weafs.
A scribe in writing right may write
To write and still be wrong; ‘
For write and rite are neither right, '
And don't to right belong. "'7‘”,
Robertson is not Robert’s‘son. , '
Nor did he rob Burt’s son. c. h
Yet Robert's sun is Robin's sun,
And every body’s sun. ,
Beer often brings a heir to man,
Coughing a coffin brings ;
And too much ale will make"hs ill; ‘
As well as other things.
The person lies who says he lies
When he is not reclining"; ' , '
And when consumptive folks dcclin
They all decline declining. .. .
. Quails do not quail before a storm,
A bough will bow before it;
We canndt rein the rain at all,
X No earthly power reigns o’er it.
. The dycrgyes awhile, then (lichen . -
‘ To dye he’s always trying; '
Uutil upon his dying bed
He thinks no more of dyeing. .
A son of Mars mars many a son,
All Days must have their days; _
And 'every' knight should pray each night
To him who weighs his was.
’T is meet that man should mete out
To feed one’s fortune‘s sun;
The fair should fare on .love alone, "
Else one cannot be won; ..
wt-
d:
Alas, a lass is sometimes false.
Of faults a maid is made;
Her waist is but a barren waste—
Though stayed she is not staid.
' L1”
The springs shoot forth each spring and
shoots , '
Shoot forward one and all; .
- Though summer kills the flowers, it locales
The leaves to fall in fall. ' '
' I"
I would a story here commence,
But you might think itstale;
So we’ll suppose that we have reached
The tail end of our tale.
Larrie O’Dce. . '2’ '
Now the Widow McGee
And Larrie O’Dee
Had two little cottages out on the green
With just enough room for two pig-pens be-
tween. ,
The widow was young and the widow was
fair, -
With the brightest of eyes and the brownut
of hair;' . . '
And it frequently chanced, when she came
in the morn -._ . '
With the swill for her pig, Larrie came with
the corn,
And some of the ears that be tossed from his
hand
In the pen of the widow were certain to land.
One morning, said he :—
“Och ! Misthress McGee,
IL’s’a washte of good lumber, this runmn' ’
‘ two rigs,
Wid a fancy partition betwane our two pigs!”
“Indade, sure it is!” answered Widow Mc-
_ Gee, - - .
With the sweetest of smiles upon writs 0’-
Dee.
“And thin it looks kind o’hard-hearted and
. mane
Kapin’ two frindly pigsso exsadingly near
That whinever one grunts thin the other can
hear,
And yit keep a cruel partition betwane !"
“Shwate Widow McGee,” - '
Answered Larrie O’Dee,
“If ye fale in yer heart we are mane to the
pigs. .
An't we mane to ourselves to be runnin’ two
rigs ? ’ '
O'ch! It made me heart ache whin I paped
through the cracks .
Of me shanty, lasht March, at yez shwingin’
yer axe,
An' a—bobbin’ yer head, an’ a—shtompin’ yer
fate,
Wid yer putty white hands jusht as red as
a hate, . ‘
A.sphlittin’ yer kindlin’-Wood out in the
shtorm,
Whin one little shtove it would kape us both
warm l” ‘
“Now, piggy,” said she,-
, “Larrie’s courtin’ 0’ me, ‘
Wid his delicate, tinder allusions to you ;
So now yez musht tell me jusht What I must
do, . -
For, if I’m to say yes, shtir. the shWill
yer shnout: - .
But if I‘m to say no, yes musht kape yer
nose out. ‘ -
Now, Larrie, for shame! to be hribin’ a pig
By a-tossin’ a handful of corn in its shwig 1"
“Me darling, the piggy says yes,” answered
. he. ’
And that was the courtship of Larrie O'Dec.
W. W. Firm, in the Imkpendmt
...}:
Hnsnxnns AND .wrvlzs.—A good husband
makesa good wife. Some men can neither
do without Wives nor with them; they are
wretched in wheat is called single blessednesl;
and they make their homes miserable whim
they get married: they are like, Tor‘nkin's'
dog, which could not bear to be loose, and
howled when he was tied up. Happy bach-
elors are likely to be happy husbands, and a
happy husband is the happiest of men. A
well-matched couple carry a joyful life be—
tween thcm,as the two spies carried the clus4
ter of Eschol. They are abiace of birds of
paradise. They multiply lheir‘joys by shar-
ing them, and lessen their troubles by divid-
ing thrin. This is fine arithmetic. The
wagon ofcare rolls lightly along as they pull
together, and when it drags a little heavily,
or there is a hitch anywhere, they love each
other all the more, and so lighten the labor'
—.folm Ploughman.
H.
Two well—known clergyman, than whom
' few are better known all through the State,
happened to meet in our ofice the other day.
Both have been inveterate smokers, but both
stopped short more than a year ago and have
not blown a whiff since. One had tried it
for thirty~two years and the other thirty~ninc
- One Said the only way to stopis to stop. The
other said a patient wife and a lung fever
made a sure thing of it. Neither had any
inclination to go back to Egypt and one. of
them seems a smoker afar off by his clothing,
and ever. finds himself nauseated in passing
through’ a sinoking—csr—in fact, thinks it'too'
to llll:= quite respectable. Who says one
can’t stop smoking? These men .did. and.
you can —00ngregatzbnalzixt. “ _
.—._—‘_.—4. , s. ' " ,
Spilngffldurs‘can be had now at’ thé Era;
,cer’s. ' - . -
Matilda—No. The new chippoke‘rbonncts
will not be known at Poker chips. .
The fashionable shade this coming summer
will be the shady side of the street. .
The Wise editor should'Stiillig‘htly down
the strtam of life, because h'cis'a 'g'ood‘ clip.
per. --
Never relento favors conferredl--I?It*7you
owe aman $5, it wouldrbe extremely W '
catetoauuda toil. .
{iltliy to llu looked at, whereas once it seemed .
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