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THE BEAUTIFUL—LAND or: NOD.
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder.
dear,
' Your head like the golden-rod.
And we will go sailing along from here
To the beautiful Land of Nod.
Away from life's hurry, and flurry. and
worry,
Away from earth’s shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we’ll float 01!
together
Where roses are always in bloom.
Just shut up your eyes. and fold your hands,
Your hands like the leaves of a rose.
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
That never an atlas shows.
On the North and the West they are bounded
by rest, .
On the South and the East by dreams:
’Tis the country ideal, where nothing is
real,
But everything only seems. »
Just drop down the curtains of your dear
eyes.
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell;
And we will sail out under starlit skies.
To the land where the fairies dwell.
Down the river of sleep, our barque shall
sweep.
Till it reaches the Mystical Isle;
Which no man hath seen. but where all have
been,
And where we will pause awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
To that shore which is blessed of God;
Then ho! for that fair land, we’re off for
that rare land,
That beautiful Land of Nod.
—Eugene Field.
“MY COUSIN AMY.”
Here is astory that Mr. Van Rensse-
leer Crossgrain told to a few of his
cronies at the club the other evening
after the final brandy and soda. They
never before suspected him of any sen-
timental weakness, but now they have
their doubts about it. He did soften in
the telling of it, even if when he had
finished he resumed his natural man-
ner and swore at the waiter for show-
ing a natural desire to clean up for the
evening and go, perhaps, to his sweet-
heart. Hore’s his story:
“I have known my cousin Amy since
the days when she was five and I was
fifteen, and that was many years ago.
Still, I never during all that time
even suspected the truth, and I
never knew it till it was too late. Then
I learned what might have been; and,
as I thought the simple story over, it
occurred to me it might in its moral
prove useful to other youngsters as
blind as I was and have been. Fortune
never knocks twice at a man’s door.
Few of us know our caller when she
visits us and aregenerally disposed to
ignore her summons, taking her for
a creditor or a bore. The only way is to
learn from the experience of our'eld-
ers.
“Young folks think that old folks are
fools, old folks know that young folks
are. Thus goes the old proverb the
sanity of which never impresses one till
he has crossed thirty. But let me tell
you the story of my cousin Amy.
“To begin with, she was the sweetest
girl that ever was or will be. And she
is now. But this is only the comple-
ment of this story. Well, Amy was
is, and will be the sweetest girl in the
world. Still, I never loved her—ex-
cept as a cousin and as a sweet
girl, the sweetest I have ever seen or
shall see. From now on—I don’t know,
I can tell—but you are not interested in
my future or Amy’s, so let’s get back to
the story. Well, then, I have known
my cousin Amy since she was five years
old. Even then she had an infinite
sweetness about her which was not
overshadowed even by the fullness of
life and spirits which was her second
best charm. Even at the age when
young maids of five do not linger long
in the thoughts of youths I was fond
of Amy. She was companionable even
then, and though at times noisy and
persistent, she infused her grace even
into those disagreeable qualities and
made them half lovable. This was
Amy at the age of five. Well you know
how a youth changes at seventeen.
How he becomes then. one thing or the
other; good or bad, studious or care-
less, serious or trifling. During the
next ten years I saw Amy only now
and then. She was changing and de-
veloping also, but I paid little attention
to her growth. I was chasing after the
false gods whose worship is so attrac-
tive to the young man. Amy was only
a child at my advanced years, and
while family connections kept me in
frequent contact with her. I thought of
my old ~young friend only as a rather
awkward, shy girl of fifteen, while I
was rejoicing in the full manhood and
unlimited experience and wisdom of
twenty- five. ’
"When I saw her in those days Ipaid
little attention to her. There was still
the old sweetness there, the power of
loving, the simple but strong attrac-
tiveness, but I was busy with my false
gods and tinsel goddesses. You men of
thirty, you know where you worshipped
then, and you know you were devout
in your worship, and‘ how the fallacy
and how the hollowness of your creed
never strikes you until‘you have had
five or ten years of it, and howthen you
learn your god is stuflfed with the dirti-
est kind of sawdust and the worship
stinks in your nostrils. Well, I passed
through that stage. I went the rounds
and rejoiced in the designation of a
rounder. No hog wallowed in his filth
more luxuriously than I, and it took me
ten long years to learn that there was
not and never can be anything in dissi-
pation, that alcoholically stimulated
spirits and the purchased affections of
women are the bitterest mockeries on
God’s earth. They are hell’s best coun-
terfeits, but rank counterfeits they are,
and only the so-called keen eyes of
youth 'are deceived by them.
All this has a bearing on my story of
Amy, because, thank God, after a while
my eyes wereopened and I saw the fol-
ly of my life. And, as when a man has
thrown the bloom and flower of his
youth in the gutters of.,dissipation he
takes the faded remnant“ back to the
nighway, so Iseeing I had been giving
much for'nothing, bethought myself
that perhaps the ways of deCent people
were rather wiser-and I sought to tread
them. Society does not condemn the
male sinner. t'His social position '\;is
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thrown like a cloak over 'his life, and
virtuous mothers who know ' from
wordly husbands the story of his esca-
pades are glad to show him their jewels
in the way of marriageable daughters—
that is, if he may be eligible.
“Well, I was rich and eligible, I easi-
ly worked my way back into the society
I had quit for what is styled Bohemia.
I saw young women far more sweet and
attractive than those who shine at pub-
lic balls, late suppers and fancy resorts.
And among them shone conspicuous my
cousin Amy. I had never entirely given
up her society. but of late years I had
seen less and less of, her. It seemed to
me her manner had changed. She was
now a woman of. the world, with her
three crowded' seasons behind her.
New York, Newport, London, and the
Riviera had been her stamping grounds,
and even her infinite sweetness—pardon
the repetition of the word, but it fitted
her—was partly covered though not ef-
faced by the manner of the woman of
22 years. I had not noticed this, or at
any rate dwelt upon it, in our few
meetings in the mean time. ,
“Amy was still and had never ceased
to be fond of me as an old friend and
playmate, for in the far away old days
we had even played together as child-
ren :will. ‘ But I could never regain my
exact old footing. After a while she
did let me get a little closer, and then
later I thought I noticed sometimes a
return of something like the old cama-
radarie. Was I falling in love with
Amy? I did not say so. ’I‘hen one day
I heard something and the next day she
told me something herself.
“I knew the fellow and liked him. He
was all that a man should be, and if any
man could claim such a standing he was
worthy of Amy. Still, for a moment
I hated him, and could I have heard of
his disgrace I would have rejoiced; I
hardly knew why, but I felt why. But
Amy was very happy, so happy that I
forgave him, and she softened more to-
ward me.
"This is all of my story. {It’s enough
for it’s a story of what was missed and
of fortune turned away from the door
at the first and last call. How do I
know? I will tell you. Amy was to be
married after Easter. During Lent I
passed a few days at her father’s place
on the Hudson. She was so happy and
grateful to this old world for her hap-
piness that she Opened all her heart to
me and told me her hopes and plans.
So selfish is entire happiness. If she
had confined herself to her future I
might still have been fairly happy even
in her and his happiness. But in the
fulness of her spirit Amy lapsed into
reminiscence.
"During one of our close and cordial
conversations I noticed a look on her
expressive face, a look half quizzical,
half amused, and then she turned to me
and smiled. [Blushed‘l No! But when
she told me this story I left her a mo-
ment saying I thought I would smokea
cigar, though I forgot to light it when I
got on the veranda.
“I had spoken of her happiness, and
without thinking what I was saying I
asked her familiarly:
““Amy, is that lucky fellow thelfirst,
or are you giving him only the rem<
nants of affection a pretty girl has left
after three years of society?’ She
laughed gayly and without embarrass-
ment.
“ ‘Yes and no,’ she answered. ‘I have
met no man in society I consider his
equal in any way, and he has all the af-
fections I possess, but I must make a
confession to yen, and I can do so safely
now. I was in love once before, and
oh! how in love I was. It wasa foolish
affair,’ she said smiling, ‘but at that
time I was terribly in, earnest. I have
quite recovered, so I can tell you all
about it. Do you remember some years
ago when you were still quite respecta-
ble and used to come and take tea with
us every Sunday evening?’
“ ‘Of course I do,’ I answered rather
testily.
“ ‘Well, you never knew I was in
love then, did you?’
“ ‘Why no, certainly not, I never
thought of it. You were a child,’ I re-
plied.
“ ‘I was 15,’ she said, “and I was very
much in love, and with you, you silly
goose. You never knew it, you'paid no
attention to me, but would talk to fath-
er or some of the guests, and I would
sit up and drink in your words and
think them wisdom. Why, I remem-
ber one evening when I was sent up to
bed at 9 o’clock I came back after the
maid was gone and sat at the head of
the stairs where I could hear you speak-
ing. Then my feelings got the better of
me and I began to cry. Mamma heard
me. but you didn’t, and she came after
me and sent me back to bed, besides
hgiving me a good lecturing.‘
“And Amy laughed heartily and I
thought with unnecessary gayety. And
so I made a fool of myself. In a mo-
ment I felt that'my cousin Amy was
the one woman in the world for me and
that she had really always been. (And
she will always be).
And I said" to her: ‘Amy, are you
telling me of years ago, may I tell you
something of the present time?’ But
she understood me, and Amy was loyal.
For a moment only she seemed startled
and drew a long breath. Then she
smiled again. -
“ ‘No, 1101’ she said with her old gay-
ety, when your story is as old as mine
you may tell it to me if you like, but
the exchange is not fair now.’ Which I
thought was a poor way out of it, and I
told her so. . . .
"Still when I left ;her and went out
upon the veranda to smoke I forgot to
light my cigar.”
This world of ours is not as drear
As we would often take it,
Nor is it half as lonely here _
As many people make it. -
If skies are sometimes overcast
And all seems dark before us. .
The “sunshine always comes at last
And throws its splendor o’er us!"
The Chicago City'Missionary Society,
in existence thirteenyears, last, year in
vessed 5-13, 0.30 assisting seventy churches,
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Write your
BOTH LEGS URUSHJED.
Sunday afternoon little John
Hines, the 10 year-old son of William
Hines, of Bull Run, accompanied by
his two brothers and several other com-
panions, went down to the Danbury
dock to take a swim.
After enjoying the water the boys
started for home and arriving at the
turn-table used to turn the Consolidated
engines at the freight dock, they under-
took to take a ride.
While enjoying the sport John in
some way slipped and fell, his legs go-
ing under the revolving table and be-
fore the machiney could be stopped
both legs were badly crushed.
His brothers and the other boys
picked up the injured led and carried
him to theresidence of Dr. W. B. Bean
at the corner of Piece street 'and West
avenue. Here the physcian found that
the left leg' between the knee and ankle
had been cut and crushed and the right
leg badly crushed on the inside. The
doctor dressed the wounds temporarily
and then notified the lad’s father. Wil-
liam Hines, who requested that the lad
be taken to the hospital. The ambu-
lance was summoned and John taken
there where he now is doing nicely
under the cirsumstances.
McKinley Greets Connecticut Guests.
At Cleveland Tuesday Major Mc-
Kinley and Mark Hanna called on Gen.
Howley at his hotel. General Hawley
talked freely of the situation in the
East, and told Major McKinley he
thought New York. New Jersey and
Connecticut would be almost a unit for
him. The apprehension of the danger
which it was believed would follow the
opening of the mints to the free coin-
age of silver, General Hawley said, was
very generally and keenly felt in the
East.
In the afternoon Major McKinley
made a formal call on Governor Coflin
of Connecticut, who arrived yesterday,
andreceived MajoriPi-eston of Hartford
and the members of the common coun-
cil last evening. Senator Hawley dined
with Mr. McKinley at the Hanna resi-
dence. Senator Sherman will have a
long talk to-day with Major Mc-
Kinley and Mr. Hanna about the cam-
paign. He is of opinion that it should
be opened at once. Senator Sherman
thinks the silver sentiment is pretty
widespread among the farmers in many
parts of the western and central states.
General Hawley joined the Hartford
city goverment delegation at Albany.
The Hartford representatives and Sen.
ator Hawleyfwere received by Gover-
nor Bushnell and two aids.
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THE BllllY_ FOUND.
Much of the mystery attending the
death of the missing colored deck band,
“Jim,” of the steamer Isabel, has at
last been solved. His body was found
Friday evening at the steamboat dockin
South .Norwalk within fifty feet from
where the Isabel lay on the night when
he was first missed.
The body was discovered floating on
the water by George Hoyt and David
Brennan.
Medical Examiner Burke was sum-
monned and he ordered the body taken
from the water and removed to the
undertaking rooms of D. W. Raymond,
from where it will be interred unless
buried by the owners of the Isabel.
Indications of his dress prove that he
arose in the night after retiring and
went on deck for some purpose and fell
overboard. ‘
“Jim’s last name could not be learned
as that was the only name he was known
by. He was first missed by his fellow
deck hands on Wednesday morning and
from the condition of the body there is
no doubt that it had been in the water
since that time.
There were no indications of foul
play upon the body, as was reported,
the only mark being a smell spot under
the ear where the fish had eaten the
flesh.
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Did Not Heed the Warning.
The warning sign to burglars which
the New England Burglar Insurance
Co. posts in the houses of its clients did
not deter one of the gentry from enter-
ing the house of W. G. Lineburgh, J r.,
at Bridgeport, some time Monday
night. Mr. Lineburgh not only has
the Bridgeport agency for the Burglar
Insurance 00., but was one of the first
policy holders. It is not known how
much the burglar secured, as Mr.
Lineburgh’e family are out of town,
but some of the property was recovered
n the pawn shops.
Mr. Lineburgh was a former resident
of this city. A man named George
Murphy has been arrested on suspicion
of having been the burglar. He answers
the description of a men seen recon-
noitering the house on Sunday, and
several pieces of silver were were fonn
in his possession. "
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The Norwalk Mills.
The official report of the condition of
the Norwslk Mills for July lst gives I
amount of capilal stock actually paid
in, $100,000; cash value of real estate
and buildings, $50,000;‘oash value'of
personal estate, exclusive"of palents,
$75,360.49; amount of debts, none;
amount of credits, $31,640.45.
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TAPPED _A_N__0IL TANK.
Messrs. Colwell & Cannon are en-
gaged iii the Kerosene oil business.
They rent barn room of George Bail-
wilz who lives on Union avenue.
Tuesday morning on visiting the barn
Mr. Colwell discovered that the floor
was thoroughly saturated with oil and
at the same time saw that oil was drip-
ping from a faucet in the oil tank.
He investigated further and became
satisfied that the tank had been
“tapped” and oil stolen from the same.
The thieves evidently were novices
and were not familiar with the workings
of the tank. They first removed the
covering from the aperture on top of
the tank used in the filling of the same.
For what reason is probably best known
to themselves. The cover was thrown
to one side of the barn floor.
The thieves then went to the back of
the tank and finally managed to open
one of the faucets, and filled whatever
receptacle they may have had with oil.
Without any regard to waste they left
the faucet open on leaving with the re-
sult that nearly fifty gallons of oil es-
caped through the some and spread
itself over the barn floor.
Mr. Colwell has his suspicion as to
the identity of the thief but has not as
yet sufficient evidence to cause his ar-
rest.
He says that it was a measly trick for
one to help themself to oil and then let
what they could not well carry, go to
waste.
The firm will not it is understood,
make any advance in the price of oil by
reason of the loss.
Recent Deaths.
Mrs. Harriett E. Ayres, whose death
at New Haven was chronicled in these
columns yesterday, was the wife of
George Ayres an old and well known
resident of Norwalk. She was a sister
of the late J emes Reed, the former pro-
prietor of the GAZETTE, who recently
died at Ashtabnln, Ohio. Mrs. Ayres’
only sister was the mother of Mrs.
Decon East-on, a former East Norwalk
reeldent and now of Brooklyn. She
was aged 80 years and six months at the
time of her death and leaves a husband,
one son, Edwin Ayres of Danbury, and
three daughters. She has for many
years been in ill health and died re-
spected and esteemed by all who knew
her.
Colonel Clayton McMichael, proprie-
tor of the Philadelphia North Ameri-
can, is dying of appendicitis at his cot-
tage at Atlantic City. Colonel Mc-
Michael when Vice President Chester
A.Arthur succeeded to the Presidency,
was appointed Marshal of the District
of Columbia. Although he has been
active in politics for many years this
was the only public office he ever held.
George E. Lycett for a long time a
clerk at Benedicts news-rooms, and who
some months ago went to Greenville,
S. C. for the benefit of his health died
in that place Monday. George has a
number of friends in this city who will
learn of hi = death with no small amount
of regret. ‘
Mrs. Margaret Mead died suddenly
of heart disease at her home on Ship-
pan Point Sunday night. She was 65
years old and leaves a husband and five
children.
The Right Rev. Arthur Cleveland
Coxe, Bishop of the Protestant Episco-
pal diocese of Western New York, died
at Clifton Springs, N. Y. yesterday.
Recent Deaths.
Henry Geddes died at his home in
Silver Mine, Wednesday morning,aged
about 45 years.
George W. Edwards died at his home
in Stamford Tuesday, aged 85 years.
He was born in Hartford.
Joseph Wesley Harper, who was sen-
ior partner of Harper Brothers, pub-
lishers, of Franklin square, until his
retirement in 1894, died at his residence,
No. 562 Fifth avenue, yesterday, heart
failure.
Franklin Atkins, one of the best-
known horse experts of Litchfield coun-
ty, died at his home in Terryville Sat-
urday evening. The cause of his death
was cirrhosis of the liver and general
exhaustion. ‘
Captain David Treat Johnson died in
Ansonia Sunday, aged 74. fie-was in
the lumber and building business for
many years, retiring twenty years ago.
He was captain of Company F. Twenty-
third 0. V., in the war.
The death of the Hon. Oliver H. Perry
carried mourning in all of Woodstock.
He died Monday night at 12 o’clock. , He
was one of the oldest citizens in Wood-
stock and held many prominent offices
and was one of the staunchest republi-
cans in the town.
Recent Deaths.
Mrs. Harriet Comstock, of North
Wilton, widow of the late James L.
Comstock, died at her home Monday
morning, aged about 70. She had been
bed-ridden for nearly twenty years
past, not being able to leave her room
in all that time, and death came to the
‘good woman as a happy r'elease.
' Mrs. Harriet E..Ayres, formerly of
Norwelk, died in New Haven on the
15th inst, aged 80 years. _
.R‘ev. Daniel Clark Frost, 84 years,
one of the best, known Congregational
ministers in the state, died at Putnam,
Friday night.
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“vou SHOULD PRAY.”
The management of the Gospel 'tent,
it is acknowledged, have been doing
good work since its location on the
Issues property on Wall street. Evan-
gelist Johnson is evidently a hard and
conscientious worker in the viney‘ard of
the Lord. Naturally “there 'are good
men who are inclined to doubt his
methods of bringing about a change of
heart to his listeners. '
Sunday, it is understood, a good
Baptist deacon.(to use the vernacular
of those who lean up against the fence
and listen) “called down” the evange-
list, and there was a war of words dur. ~
ing which the ladies present got up and
left the tent fearing that there would
be a game of fisticuffs. ‘
After the close of the Sunday after-
noon meeting Evangelist Johnson came
down from the platform and as is his
custom gave those present a hearty
hand-shake. .
Reaching good brother Bently be
grasped his hand and was about to
commend him in what he had done in
the cause of Christianity, when as be<
fore mentioned the Deacon “called
(1 mn” the Evangelist as to his theo-
logical views. This led up to an argu-
ment in which the Evangelist was led
to say, “You haven't God in your heart;
you should pray more.”
“And then there was music” says one
present. The hand shaking threat-
ened to develop into what is tabooed by
church societies, i. e. the manly art of
self defence as taught at boxing school.
Good lay members came to the rescue
and what strife the devil or his angels
had incited was stopped. Thanks be to
the ladies who were not frightened and.
ran away.
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SHERIFF JOHNSON DEAD.
The Widely Known Deputy Sheriff Sudden<
ly Expires in Kansas City.
Joseph W. Johnson, the widely
known deputy sheriff and ex-county
commissioner died very suddenly at the
Midland hotel in Kansas City Monday
afternoon, supposedly of heart trouble.
A telegram was received yesterday of.
ternoon about 5 o’clock addressed to
the high sherifi' announcing the death
of Sherifi‘ Johnson.
Sheriff Johnson left Bridgeport Fri.
day night soon after the arrival home
from the West of his son Attorney
Percy L. Johnson, for Boulder, 001.,
where his oldest son, Lorenzo is seri-
ously ill. He had reached Kansas City
and stopped off for some business and
while there was stricken with the fatal
disease.
Attorney P. L. Johnson left last night
for Kansas City and will return with the
body. Mrs. J. W. Johnson has been
in Colorado for some time. When
Sheriff Johnson left Bridgeport he was
apparently in his usual health.
Sheriff Johnson was born in Euston
57 years ego and lived there nearly all
his life. He occupied all of the offices
within the gift of the town, represented
it in the legislature in 1879, and was
twice chosen county commissioner.
About eight years ago he moved to
Bridgeport and upon Sherifi' Hewley’s
advent to office was appointed a deputy
sheriff. He was a prominent member of
the Grace M. E. church, and an ardent
temperance advocate. He lived at 192
West avenue Bridgeport, and leaves a
wife, two sons and one unmarried
daughter. One son, Lorenzo, is a pro-
fessor of botany in the University of
Michigan, Ann Arbor, and seriously ill
with pulmonary ‘trouble in Colorado.
The other son is Attorney P. L. John-
son of the firm of Hall (If. Johnson, and
the daughter, Ella Augusta lives with
her parents.
Sheriff Johnson was universally liked
in business circles, and was a courteous
officer. In the discharge of. his duties
he was always obliging and pleasant.
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Our “Sam.”
A Stamford corresponder: writes the
Herald thuslyz—
“ ‘Sam’ Fessenden appears to be get-
ting rid of as much legal business as
possible, in order that he may devote
his entire attention to politics later.
He will make some speeches for Me-
Kinley, and he will look out for No. 1.
The canvass for the United States Sen-
atorship will be the feature of the cam-
paign, for Connecticut’s electorial vote
is regarded as so sure for McKinley that
voters are debating whether it is worth
while to have torchlight processions.
pyrotechnics and mass meetings.
“Mr. Fessenden knows Connecticut
from Groton to Greenwich, and his
friends throughout the State are con-
fident of obtaining for him the requisite
number of votes in the next Legislature
to make him,United States Senator.”
It is expected that “Sam” will be
opposed by “Tom” Waller as the demo-
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Bought “Gold” Watches.
Alfakir at the corner of Water street
and Fairfield avenue, Bridgeport, sold
about 30 brass watches for $10 apiece
yesterday, by making the crowd believe
that there were greenbacks between the
cases. He was on the Way to Southport
. before his victims discovered that the
watches were not 184mm: gold. The
police are looking for him.
’ ' —Advertise in the (ham.
' '-
Norwalk Chronicler