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FARMER ELI’S‘ VACATION.
BY Anion BROWN.
“It don’t seem as if we’d really got
'round to it, does it, father?” asked
Mrs. Pike. .
The west was, paling, and the August
insects stirred the air with their croon-
ing chirp. Eli and. his wife sat to-
gether on the washing bench outside
the back door, waiting for the milk to
cool before it should be strained.’ She
was a large, comfortable woman, with
an unlined face. and smooth, fine au-
burn hair; he was spare and somewhat
bent. with curly iron-gray locks, grow-
ing thin, and crow‘s feet about his deep-
set gray eyes. .He had been smoking
the pipe of twilight contentment, but
now he took .it out and laid it on the
bench beside him.
“No; it don’t seem as if ’twas goin’
to happen,” he owned. “It looked
pretty dark to me all last week. It’s a
good deal of .an under-.takin’, come to
think it all over. I dunno’s I care
about goin’.”
_ “Why, father! After you’ve thought
about it so many years, :an’ Sereno’s
. got the tents strapped up, .an’ all! You
must be crazy!”
“Well,” said the farmer. gently, as
he arose and went to carry the milk
pails into the pantry, calling coaxing-
ly, as he did so: “Kitty! kitty! You
had your milk. Don’t you joggle, now!”
Mrs. Pike came ponderously to her
feet, and followed, with a heavy, sway-
.ing motion of one grown fleshy and
rheumatic. She was not in the least
.concerned about Eli’s change of mood.
lie was a gentle soul. and she had al-
ways been able to guide him in paths
of her own choosing. Moreover, the
present undertaking was one involv-
ing his own good fortune, and she
meant to tolerate no foolish scruples
which might interfere with its result.
For Eli, though he had lived all his
life within easy driving distance of the
ocean, had: never seen it. and ever
since .his boyhood he had cherished one
darling plan—some day he would go
to the shore and camp out there for a
week. This, in his starved imagina-
tion, was like a dream of the Acropolis
to an artist stricken blind, or as moun-
tain outlines to the dweller in a lone-
ly plain. But the years had fiittcd
past, and the dream never seemed
nearer completion. There was always
planting, haying and harvesting to be
considered; and though he was fairly
prosperous excursions were foreign to
his simple habit of life. But at last
his wife had stepped into the van and
organized an expedition with all the
valor of a Francis Drake. '
“Now, don’t say one word, father,”
she had said. “We’re ,goin’ down to
the beach, Screno, an’ Hattie. an’ you
,an’ me, an’ we’re goin’ to camp out.”
For days before the date of the ex-
cursion Eli had been solemn and trem-
ulous, as with joy; but now. on the
eve of the great event, he shrank back
from it, with an undefined notion that
it was like death, and that he was not
prepared. Next morning, however,
when they all rose and took their early
breakfast, preparatory to starting at
five, he showed no sign of indecision,
and even went about his outdoor tasks
with an alacrity calculated, as his wife
approvingly remarked, to “for’ard the
v’y’ge.” He had at last begun to see
his way clear, and he looked well sat-
isfied when his daughter Hattie and
Sereno, her husband, drove into the
yard in a wagon cheerfully suggestive
of a wandering life. The tents and a
small hair trunk were stored in the
_,back, and the horse’s pail swung be-
low.
At length the two teams were ready,
and Eli mounted to his place, where he
looked very slender beside his tower-
ing mate. The hired man stood lean-
ing on the pump, chewing a bit of
straw, and the cats rubbed against his
legs, with tails like banners.
“Well, good-by, Luke,” Mrs. Pike
called over her shoulder; and Eli gave
the man a solemn nod, gathered up the
reins and drove out of the yard. Just
outside of the gate he pulled up.
“Whoa!” he called, and Luke
lounged forward. “Don’t you forgit
them cats! Git up, Doll!" And this
time they were gone.
For the first ten miles of the way,
familiar in being the road to market,
Eli was placidly cheerful. The sense‘
that he was going to do some strange
deed, to step into an unknown country,
dropped away from him, and he chat-
ted, in his intermittent, serious fash-
ion, of the crops and the lay of the
land.
The roadside was parched under an
August sun; tansy was dust-covered.
and ferns had grown ragged and gray.
The jogging horses left behind their
lazy feet a suffocating cloud.
“My land!" cried Mrs. Pike, “if that
ain’t golden-rod! -I do b’lieve it comes
earlier every year, or else the seasons
are changin’. , ‘ee them elderberries!
Ain’t they purl 6!! You jest remember
that bush, an’. ‘when we go back, we’ll
fill some pails. I dunno when I’ve
made elderberry wine.”
Like her husband. she was vaguely
excited; she began to feel as if life
would be all holidays. At noon they
stopped under the shadow of an elm-
tree which, from its foothold in a field,
completely arched the road; and there
they ate a lunch of pie and doughnuts,
while the horses, freed from their
headstalls, placidly munched a gen-
erous feed of oats, near by.
At the lunch Eli ate sparingly, and
with a preocupicd and solemn look.
“Land. father!” exclaimed his wife
“you ain’t eat no more’n a bird!”
“I guess I’ll go over to that well,”
said he, “an’ git a drink (3’ water. I
drink more’n I eat, if I ain’t workin’.”
But when he came back, carefully
bearing a tin pail brimming with cool.
clear water, his face expressed disap-
probation and he smacked his lips
scornfully.
“Terrible flat water!” he announced.
“Tastes as if it had come out o’ the
cistern.” But the others could find no
fault with it, and Sereno drained the
pail.
When they were within three miles
of the sea it seemed to them that they
could taste the saltness of the incom-
ing breeze. The road was ankle deep
in dust; "the garden \flowers. were glar-
ing in their brightness. It was a new
world. And when at last they emerged
from the marsh-bordered road upon a
ridge of sand and turned a corner
Mrs. Pike faced her husband in triumph.
“There, father!” she cried. “There
’tis.”
But Eli’s eyes werefixed on the dash-
board in front .of him. .He looked pale.
. '“Why, father,” said she, impatient-
ly, “ain’t you goin’ to look? It’s the
sea!” -
_ “Yes, yes,” said Eli, Aquietly; “byme-
by. I’m goin’ to put the horses up
fast."
“Well, I never!” said Mrs. Pike, and
as they drew up on the sandy tract
where Serene had previously arranged
a place for their tents she added, al-
most fretfully, turning to Hattie: “I
dunno what’s come over your father.
There’s the water, and he won’t even
cast his 'eyes at it.”
But Hattie understood her father, by
some intuition of love, though not of
likeness. ..
“Don’t you bother him, ma,” she
said. “He’ll make up his mind to it
pretty soon. Here, 1e’s lift out these
little things while they’re unharness-
in’, and then they can get at th
tents.” .
Mrs. Pike’s mind was diverted by
the exigeneies of labor, and she said no
more; but after the horses had been
put up at a neighboring house, and
Sereno, red-faced with exertion, had
superintended the tent-raising, Hattie
slipped her arm through her father’s
and led him away. “Come, pa,” she
said, ina whisper; “le’s you and me
climb over on them rocks.” _
Eli went; and when they had picked
their way Over sand and pools to a
hea dland where the water thundered
below, and salt spray dashed up in
mist to their feet, he turned and looked
at the sea. He faced it as a soul might
face Almighty Greatness, only to be
stricken blind thereafter: for his eyes
filled ptinfully with slow, hot tears.
Hattie did not look at him, but after
awhile she shouted in his ear, above
the'outcry of the surf:
“Here, pa, take my handkerchief. I
don’t know how it is about you, but
this spray gets in my eyes.” ,
Eli took it obediently, but he did not
speak; he only looked at the sea. The
two sat there, chilled and quite content.
until six, o’clock. when Mrs. Pike came
calling to them from the beach, with
dramatic shouts, emphasized by the
waving of her ample apron.
“Supper’s ready! Sereno’s built a
burn-fire, an’ I’ve made some tea!”
Then they slowly made their way
back to the tents, and satvdown to the
evening meal. Sereno seemed content,
and Mrs. Pike was bustling and tri-
11mphant.
“Well, father, What think?” she
asked, smiling exuberantly, as she
passed him his mug of tea. “Does it
come up to what you expected?”
Eli turned upon her his mild, dazed
eyes.
“I guess it‘does,” he said, gently.
That night, they sat upon the shore
while the moon rose and laid in the
water her majestic pathway of light.
Eli was the last to leave the rocks,
and he lay down on his hard couch in
the tent without speaking.
“I wouldn’t say much to father,”
whispered Hattie 'to her mother. as
they parted for the night. “He feels
it more’n we do.” '
“Well, I s’pose he is some tired,”
said Mrs. Pike, acquiescing, after a
brief look of surprise. “It’s a good
deal of a jaunt, but I dunno but I feel
paid a’ready. Should you take out
your hairpins, Hattie?”
She slept soundly and vocally, but
her husband did not close his eyes. He
looked, though he could see nothing,
through the opening in the tent, in the
direction where lay the sea, solemnly '
clamorous, eternally responsive to
some infinite whisper from without
his world. The tension of the hour
was almost more than he could bear;
he longed for morning, in sharp sus-
pense, with the faint hope that the
light might bring relief. Just as the
stars faded, and one luminous line pen-
ciled the east, he rose, smoothed his
hair, and stepped softly out upon the
beach. Here he saw two shadowy fig-
ures, Sereno and Hattie. She hurried
forward to meet him.
“You goin’ to see the sun rise. too.
father?” she asked. “I made Sereno
come. He’s awful mad at bein’ waked
up.” Eli grasped her arm.
“Hattie,” he said; in a whisper,
“don’t you tell. I just come out to see
how ’twas here before I go. I’m goin’
home—I’m goin now!”
"Why, father!” said Hattie; but she
peered more closely into his face and
her tone changed. “All right.” she
added. “Sercno ’11 go and harness up.”
“No; I’m goin’ to walk.”
“But, fatltsr—”
“I don’t mean to break up your stay-
in’ here. nor your mother’s. Tell her
how ’twas. I’m goin’ to walk.”
Hattie turned and took her father’s
hand.
“I’ll slip into the tent and put up
somethin’ for your breakfast and
luncheon,” she said. '
So Eli yielded; but before his wife
appeared he had turned his back on the
sea, where the rose of dawn was fast
unfolding. As he jogged homeward
the dusty roadsides- bloomed with
flowers of paradise and the insects’
dry chirp thrilled like the song of
angels. He walked into the yard just
at the turning of the day, when the
fragrant smoke of manya crackling
fire curls cheerily upward, in promise
:of the evening meal. .
“What’s busted?” asked Luke, swing-~
ing himself down from his load of fod-
der'corn.
"‘Oh. nothin’,” said Eli. “I guess
I’m too old for such jaunts. I hope
you didn’t forgit them cats.”—Meadow
Grass. .
—Commuter—“What do you mean
by saying that that house is only five
minutes from the station? It’s fifteen
minutes if it’s a second.” Real Estate
Dealer—“When I said five minutesI
supposed you had a bicycle. ”—b'oston
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following preferences are given:—
THEIR PREFERENCE. vi
For presidential choice 170 expres-
sions were rcceivedby The Tribune from
Connecticut in answer to its inquiries.-
Of these, the first choice of 92.01‘ near-
ly 54 per cent. was for McKinley.‘ There
were 50 for Reed, 25 for Harrison and,
each for Morton, Orville H. Plntt and
Quay. For Norwalk and vicinity the
H P. Price, cashier National Bank of
Norwalk.-—First, Reed; second, Reed.
John P. Treudwvll, hasten—First,
Reed; second, McKinley.
J. H. Gregory, M. D.—Firsl, Reed;
second. McKinley.
I John A.. Oborn, woolen manufac-
lurer.——First, Harri-on, second, Mcv
Kiulcy.
Norwalk Mills Companv, woolen.—
First, Harrison; second, McKinley. I
E. L Boyer, of Leunshury & Bissell
compuny,mnnnfacturprs of felts—First,
Reed, second, McKinley. ,
Samuel Lynes, of Coolidge & Lynes,
real estate and insurance—First, Reed;
second, McKinley.
Chm-lea A. Tucker, principal Center
Suluiul—Fll‘fil. McKlnie-v; M'Cl'lld,Put‘9tl_
. Charles Olmstead.+First,McKinley;
second,Reed.: , » ~ : ., ~ ,'
Charles F. Bullock, foreman, Lock
Company, South Norwalk.—First, Mo-
Kinley;.second. Reed. . ' ,
Kinley ; second, Reed. .
lecturer. —First, McKinley; second,
Reed. .. , I
W. F. Ambler, hatter, South Nor-
walk.—Firsf, McKinley; second, Reed.
Euclid J. Thomas, manager Evening
Sentinel.—First, ‘McKinley; second,
Reed.
Harry , Rider, president the Rider &
Sherwood. 00., Bridgeport.—First,
Reed; second. McKinley. . . -
Charles W.‘ Bell,‘ oyster planter. Ro-
wayton.-—Firsl, McKinley; second,
Reed ' '
Rufus Buttery, farmer,l_l\'ew Canaan.
—First,. McKinley; second, Reed.
town.—First, Reed; second, McKinley.
Samuel C. Silliman, drnggist,Darien.
—Firsl, McKinley; second, Allison.
Dewitt C. Bradley, of G. W. Brad-
ley’s Sons, axes and edge tools, Weston.
—First-, Read; second, Harrison.
Joseph A. Grav. lawyer.—-—Firsl, Mc-
Kinley: second, Reed.
Stephen Comstock, Comstzck Bros.—— 1
'Flrsl, McKinley, second, Reed.
_ R. W. Keeler, merchant, Wilton.—
l First, McKinley; second Reed. p
E. P. Show, Judge of Probate. Red-
ding.—First,'McKinley; second, A'llison.
'nnnP AND DIPPER PUZZLE
: It looks Strange but it is
True.
: A Case in Everyday Life Where
a Single Drop Weighs More
Than a Whole Dipperful.
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IT looks like apuzzle, and it is a
. uzzle until you try it yourself.
hat solves it. Every man can solve
it. Every woman can solve it. On
one side of the scales is a single drop.
On the other side is a dipperful.
Yet the drop carries the most weight.
Why is it, and how is it? Here is
the explanation.
The one drop is a drop of Puritana.
The dipperful is a dipperful of so-
called blood purifier, nerve tonic, or
other palate-tickling concoction. The
one drop-of Puritana is real medicine
-—it cures. The dipperful is anything,
everything, and nothing, when it
comes right down to a real cure. '
Puritana is the prize formula of
Prof. Dixi Crosby, who was for thirty-
two years at the head of Dartmouth
Medical College. It strikes at the
root of 92 per cent. of human suffer-
ing, and brings new strength, new
health, new life through the power
producer of the system. Puritana
makes the heart righ lungs right,
liver right. blood right, ldneys right,
nerves right, and health ri ht, because
It makes the stomach rig t. To any
man, woman, or child who will take
‘ at as directed, Puritana will practi-
cally give a new stomach. That is
why hundreds and thousands of
people have proved that it cures from
ead to foot.
J. F. Scott, for years a prominent
contractor and builder in Concord,
N. H., says:
“I have used Puritana for torpld
liver, indigestion, and a species of
dyspepsia, and it has given me such
relief that I felt made over new.
For these troubles I would rather
have one bottle. of Puritana than a
barrel of any other medicine.”
She can eat anything now, but her
life was hanging in the balance, when
her stomach could not digest the'
simplest food.. Mrs. Belle W. Cale, of
Charlestown, Mass, tried country air
and seven doctors in vain, but Puri-
tana. gave her a new stomach and a.
new lease of life.
Mrs. Henry W. Craigue, of Concord.
N. IL, was ill for years. She had no
appetite, no strength, no ambition.
Her life was one constant round of
misery and suffering. Puritana gave
her an appetite and rugged strength.
It made a new woman of her.
No chance, was what the doctor
said about George II. Dunning, of
Faneuil Hall Market, Boston. He
had nervous prostration, had. no
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appetite, could not sleep could it!
walk alone. Puritana made him over
new from head to foot. It gave him
sleep, appetite, and strength.
After trying many doctors, hospi-
tals, and medicines in vain, Mrs. J. S.
Daly, of Cambridge, Mass, had also
abandoned hope, when Puritana was
brought to her relief. It gave her
strength and health, pure, rich blood,
vigorous digestion, and raised her
from the sick bed to the full vigor
of happy womanhood.
Yes, one drop of Puritana will.
bring more real relief, more real cure,
more real strength, more real nerve
force, more real power and vital
energy, more real “ life-is-worth-
living,” than a dipperful, a bucketful
a barrelful of so-called tonics, blood
cures, nerve foods, pills, and doubtful
preparations from unknown sources,
that is the reason why Puritana is
the most economical medicine as
well as the most effective in the
world. ' . .4
Alfred E. Austin, lawman—First, Mc- _
Arthur 0. Wheeler, straw hatmonu- ’
G. W. Banks, postmaster. George—'
ah...-
The Death Angel Claims as His Own Those
Whom He Loved.
WILLIAM E. RICE.
William E. Rico, the memory of whom
at the Bridgeport-hospital on Saturday
‘last, of .which institution he had
been ,a helpless inmate for the past ten
'years. The deceased had been mi in-
valid for nearlv twenty years. After
‘home at the residence of his sister Mrs
Garrett Haulenbeek on Orchard street,
for about six years and until his trans
for to the hospital. He built and re-
sided in the house nearly opposite the
'Bsird Seminary on the some street.
‘ An only daughter, Mrs. Jesse M. Ferris,
of South Not-walk, survives him. The
funeral took place from the Norwalk
Methodist church Tuesday afternoon.
HARRIET FRANCIS DASKAM.
There passed from time to the eternal
future during the sacred hours of Sun-
day, one who in her youth was a con—
spicuous social and society favorite
here in her native town. She was a
daughter of the late William Daskam.
Esq, and a sister of George F. Duskam
deceased. A sister also married Judge
Sidney B. Beardsley of Bridgeport,
Several years ago Miss Diskam stepped
upon a banana peel carelessly thrown
upon the sidewalk by some thoughtless
child or adult. and falling, sustained a
severe fracture of the hip This caused
her days and months and years of un-
told suffering and agony. To it is as-
cribed the wreck of all her bright girl
hood’s promise of a bright, joyous and
successful life. All the untold pain and
anguish of these long, weary years,
only God’s witnessing angels
know. Let it be hoped that in those
celestial realms in which her bright
spirit has found release from all earthly
sorrows, she may shine resplendent-
among the redeemed "made perfect-
through suffering.”
WILLIAM RICHARDSON.
William Richardson died at his home
in Bridgeport, Saturday aged 59 years.
He leaves a Wife and five children, one
eon being the cashier of the First Nat-
ional Bank of Dallas, Texas. The de-
ceased wss a brother-in-law of John
Conley of this city. ‘ I‘he interment
will take placein Christ church ceme-
tery, this afternoon. Says the Bridge-
port Post: “I‘he deceased was for
years engaged in the lumber business
and while residing in Bridgeport has
been connected with the Swmds’ Lum-
ber company. He possessed a. kind
and genial manner and his habits were
most exemplary. He was a deacon in
Olivet church and took a great interest
in religious Work. No eulOgy is needed
to express his good qualities as his life
spoke for itself."
GEORGE LOCKWOOD.
George Lockwood died at his home
in New Canaan, Sunday, aged abou
35 years. He leaves a‘wife and two
children. 'Ho wasn brother of Irving
Lockwood and with him conducted a
livery stable for a number of years.
The cause of death was consumption.
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Will be Buried in Wilton.
The remains of the late Morris B.
Hanford, who was found dead in bed at
the Windsor hotel, Bridgeport, Mon-
day morning, will be taken to Wilton,
the home of his father, this afternoon
for interment. His wife, who proved
to be the woman referred to in yester-
day’s GAZETTE, arrived in Bridgeport
Monday evening and viewed the re-
mains at the morgue. She did not
appear to be much affected and beyond
saying that he must have suffered con-
siderably passed no further remarks.
~——Advertise in the GAZETTE.
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In .1887 the first shipments of gold, amountingv'to
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thedeuth of his wife he made it his.
may-
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Enormous fortunes have been made in gold min-
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less than £600,000. were made from South Africa.
In 1894 the production was nearly $40,000,000. It is
estimated that works under way and contemplated
will producc $100,000,000 per year. '
Less than five years ago Cripple Creek was un-
l-znown as a mining camp. In 1892 it produced
$200,000. It is nbw producing: $1,000,000 per month.
Two old men, tired out and almost hopeless. Yet
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That hole has since yielded over $2,000,000.
The Idaho Mine has paid nearly $6,000,000 in
dividends, the (‘rown Point nearly $12,000,000, the
Belcher over 815,000,000. I
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such large dividends on capital invested as fully
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SOUTH 'NORWALK.
EW YORKNEW HAVEN .1; HARTFORD
RAILROAD
-—an Your DIVISION
December 15, 1895.
_ Tramsleaoe South Norwallc qualiows:
For. NEW YORK—Accommodation trails at
9.36 a..m.. 1.11. 2.54. 4.07’. 5.30, 6.50. 8.11. 10.20
p. m. Express trams at 5.20 5.30. 0.15 (local)
6.55. (local), 7.05, (local). 7.55. (local). 8.21.
9.03 (local) 9.58.10-45. 11.37. (local) a: m. 12.52
225.420.525.620 7.57 pm. Fpr Washington Vla
Harlem River 12.53 a..m. (daily )
Sorrows—Accommodation 9 15 a. m.. 6.145
(local),7.23,(local)9.28 p.m Express 5.20 5.3
a. m.
(«‘93 anfikvnx AND THE Emu-Accommo-
dation trams at 6.32. 7.38. 8.40 and 11 44 a. m.,
1.37. 2.42. (to B’p’t). 4.20. 5.27. 6.27. $.28 (to B’p’t).
8.41.9.41 and 11.15p.m. Express trains at 1.031 20
9.11 10.05. 11.06 a. m. 12.05, 3.03, 5.07 (Nauga-
tuck Express) 7.10 p. m. _
Saxons—Accommodation7.38. 9.12 a. m and
Expressiba and1.20 a
Remit by check or post-office or - . . or ,
registered letter to AUSTIN GALL - ' - '8
tax-y, 100 Broadway. New Yin-k.
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C. 'I‘. HEMPBTEAD, Gen Pass. Agent.“
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