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,THE COUNTRY PAPER. '
He was getting home from business—he, , a
merchant well-to-do—
The Jvheels of the electric car were throwing
sparks of blue.
And around him were acquaintances who.
where they stood or sat,
By look or word or gesture. were inviting to a
chat. .
But quite ignoring all of them, except to bow
and smile,
When hailed by some one at the door or just
across the aisle, -
He read with boyish eagerness, while speed-
ing o’er the street.
The poorly printed pages of a little country
‘ sheet.
He read of Tom Jones’ enterprise in adding
to his barn,
And learned that "Solon Huddleson has got
. abrand new yarn.”
That “Aunty Simpkins gave a tea,” that
“crops are pretty good,"
And that “Abe Bailey came to town and
bought a load of wood.”
Well, yes, these things are
to you and me;
For him they are reminders of the times that
used to be;
And from his busy city life he glances back
with joy
To see the town that circumscribed his do-
ings as a boy.
Each poorly printed paragraph upon the
- homely sheet '
Presents a scene familiar or a friend he used
to meet.
And maybe—you can tell it by the smiles
that quickly come—
There’s mention of his mother and the other
“folks” at “home.”
Men wander far from fortune and find it. too,
and yet
The ,farm and slothful village and its folk
they ne’er forget; -
And there’s not a thing in- city life which
greater joy can give
Than the little country paper printed where
they used to live. —Boston Globe.
A PERILOUS WOOING.
At one time in my life I was gov-
erness in the family of Sir William
Mordaunt. My only pupil was his only
daughter, May, and both Sir William
and Lady Mordaunt were the kindest
. and the most generous of employers.
My pupil was a. sweet, docile child,
about seven years old, at the time the
event I am about to relate took place.
Then the inevitable “he” appeared on
the scene in the person of Frank Dudi
ley, a younger brother of Lady Mor-
daunt. Frank was in the army, and
had been in India for some time with
his regiment, but Was invalided home
for sixth months. Before that six
months was concluded Frank had fallen
desperately in love with the pretty gov-
erness—I am a staid, old married woman
now, so this is not conceit—but when it
came to the crucial point I could not
find it in my heart to say the little word
that would make him happy. For one
reason, though I liked him and was
pleased, with his attention, I was not
sure enough of my own heart to marry
him; and for another, kind as Sir Wil-
liam and Lady Mordaunt were, I did
not feel by any means certain that the
marriage of their young brother to a
penniless governess would be altogether
to their mind, and I was too proud to
enter any family where I should be re-
ceived only on suiferance. So I sent-
poor Frank away very desolate. He
went up to London for a few weeks,
and was thence to go to Ireland with
the regiment into which he had ex-
changed. , .
Our next visitor was Mr. Jasper Mor-
dannt, a brother of Sir William. Mr.
Jasper had been ill, suffering with se
vere mental strain and nervous depres-
sion. He was not happy in his married
life, and it was thought the complete
rest and change in the bracing air and
lovely scenery of our Welsh home
would be beneficial in restoring him
to health. Sir William and Lady Mor-
daunt went to town, but only the former
. returned with his brother, Lady Mor-
daunt having gone to Brighton for a
week or two with Mrs. Jasper.
It was late in the evening when Sir
William arrived, but I own I felt some
what scared as I caught a passing
glimpse of our new visitor’s sallow,
. cadaverous face and "wild, dark eyes.
His appearance next morning did not
tend to reassure me, more especially
as he immediately singled me out as
the object of his exclusive attention,
and kept fixing his eyes upon me as I
sat at the head of the table dispensing
the tea and coffee in a manner which
was, to say the least, slightly embar~
rassing. He addressed nearly all his
remarks to me, and kept paying me
such broad and unnecessary compli-
ments that I felt myself getting crim-
son, partly with vexation and partly
with amusement. Sir William looked
on laughingly, and at last said:—
“Come, come, Jasper, this won’t do;
if you say so many things to Miss Mon-
roe I shall have to send for Susan (Mrs.
Jasper) to keep you in order. And, by
the way, you have not told me how you
slept last night. I hope you were “com-
fortable.”
“Slept!" he cried excitedly. “Why.
I never slept a wink all night—not one
blessed wink Miss Monroe.” ‘
I expressed my regrets.
Before Mr. Jasper had been very 1011.:
in the house it became evident that hi.~
mental derangement was of a more
serious character than had been im
agined. At times he was quiet and
lucid enough, and then he would sud
denly break out into some incohere::_‘
rhodomontade. His inconvenient pen
chant for me still continued, and h
would haunt the schoolzoom with gift
of fruit and flowers, or sweets am
, music, or anything for which he ha.
heard me express a liking.
One morning, soon after bzeakfast, .
was on the lawn with May, snippin,
dead roses ofi thebushes and gathering
a fresh supply for the table. 'L
“Here comes Uncle Jasper;
hide,” said May. .
I turned and beheld Mr. Jasper aé
vancing in his peculiar, ambling fasz.
ion. Flight was impossible, so I hel.
May’s hand and waited until he came
up with us. He held an enormous fill
blown crimson picotee inhis hand, am.
. came eagerly up to me. ,
“Ah, my princess, I have found you
triflcs. perhaps
let u.
I have been looking everywhere for you
to give you this,” pressing the gaud}
blossom in my hand. “Don’t you re,
member the old ryhme. Miss Monroe
The rose is red, the Tiolet‘s blue.
Carnation’s sweet. and so are you.
a . 'WEEKLYANURWALKHGAZE
rose and my carnation, and my mom'-
lng star, all rolled into one- I"—
W’hcre this outburst of poetic elo-
quence would have ended I do not
know, for at this moment Simpson, the
butler, came up to Mr. Jasper. ‘
“Mr. Jasper,” he said, “will you
please come and speak to Sir William
in the study? (He wants to see you on
business, very particular.”
“Now, why do you come and talk
about business when you see me talking
with Miss Monroe?” demanded Jasper.
testily. “Go away! I cannot attend
to you or business now.” ,
On my representing to Mr. Jasper,
however that I must attend to mine,
and take May in to her lessons, he con-
sented to accompany Simpson to the
study, saying as he walked away :—
“Well, I will go now, but Ishall
come again; I have something very
particular to say to you.” '
About a week after this Sir William
and Lady Mordannt—wamed by the
doctor that though Mr. Jasper was not
dangerously violent at present, he might
at any time become so—went up to
town to see Mrs. Jasper and arrange
about having her husband placed undep;
proper control, even if only for a short
time. .
“Simpson has experience in mental
cares, and will take charge of Jasper,
so you need not feel nervous,” said
Lady Mordaunt to me, as she went
away. ‘
For a little whileI read on undis-
turbed. Then a sudden shadow across
my book made me look up, and there.
with a wild glare in his eyes and a lock
of savage frenzy on his face, stood Mr.
Jasper.
“My gem, my princess and star,” he
cried, “I have found you at last; they
have been trying to keep us apart all
(day, but now we have found each other
and will never part any more.”
“His gem, princess and star”-—though
I imagined I must have resembled a
frightened thunder cloud more than
any of the above similes—turned on
him indignantly, and I did the most
foolish thing under the circumstances
that I could do—I forgot that I was
dealing with a. lunatic, and spoke to
him as if he were sane.
"Please to go away at once, Mr.
Jasper; I came here to be alone, and I
do not wish for company.”
“Oh, now you are going to be cross,
just like my wife. She is always scold~
ing and nagging; never gives me a min- -
ute’s peace. But I love my wife, I do,”
he added, reflectively, as if by way of
afterthought; “I love my wife; do you
believe me?” ‘ '
For answer he drew me closer to him.
I could feel his hot breath on my face,
and my terror was increasing every
moment.
“I love my wife,” reiterated Mr. Jas-
per, “but I love the morning star. and
you—you are the morning star. Come,
let us jump over this precipice into
glorious space, and we will circle round
the moon together, and be happy ever-
more.” , '
Then, to my horror, Mr. Jasper
placed his arms around me and forci-
bly lifted me off my feet. In another
instant we should have started on that
aerial journey Mr. Jasper wished to:-
take. To struggle in that vise likegrip
was unavailing; there was not a human
being within reach to come to my as-
sistance; one more step, and we should
be over the cliff, and must inevitably
be dashed to pieces on the rocks below.
I uttered one long, piercing scream.
Then a loud, clear voice rang in my
ears :_——
"J asper. Jasper, what are you about?
For heaven’s sake loose the young lady.
Do you want to kill both yourself and
her?”
“Frank, Frank,” I cried. “Oh, how
thankful I am you have come!"
Later in the evening I was sitting in
the same drawing room, pale, but quite
recovered, when. Frank Dudley came in.
“Oh, Mr. Dudley,” I said, “I can
never thank you enough—you have
saved my life; but for you I should
now be lying, crushed and lifeless. at
the foot of the Great Tor.”
“ ‘Mr. Dudley,’ ” he said, seating him-
self on the couch beside me. "I was
‘Frank’ this afternoon; please may I
not stay so?”
“Oh, I forgot then; I was so fright-
ened, I did not think what I was say
ing,” I replied, and I know I got very
red as I said it.
“Well, it was very nice. I wish you
would always be so frightened, and not
know what you are saying when you.
are talking to me. But you have not
asked me how it is I am here, instead
of far away in Ireland?”
“No, I have not; but how was it?”
“Well. you see, the regiment is not
to sail for a week later than was at first
arranged, so, having time to spare, I
came down here. They told me you
had gone on the cliffs, so I went out to
find you. Elsie, I came back to see if
you would reconsider what you said to
{nee-if you would give me any hope.”
I don’t know who spoke next nor pre-
cisely what was said, .but I know I
found Frank’s strong arms around me
and felt his kisses upon my lips.
All this happened many years ago.
My husband IS colonel of his regiment
new, and my two little girls will leave
their play in the compound and come
and sit on the veranda while mother
tells the story of how poor, mad Uncle
Jasper tried to jump over the cliffs
with her and father came and rescued
her.—-—Household Words.
Good Horses for Ten Dollars.
Three carloads of excellent horses
were sold in Denver recently at $10 eacn.
They had been shipped .from Walla
Walla, Wash. The horses were of fine
stock, and but a short time since Would
have brought at least $100 apiece in the
same market. .
Troublesome Oklahoma.
Attorney General Harmon says ‘that
Oklahoma has given the Depart-
ment more trouble than any other dis
trict in the United States.
“You. '5'13‘4‘," he cried; “you are my ' '
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A RED CROSS KNIGHT. ,
The crimson glow of sunlight falls
Along the monumental walls,
Where still in faded pomp are read
The name and virtues of the death.
Yet from yon effigy of knight
, The graven name has vanished quite;
No words remain; but stories tell
That he who sleeps fought true and well;
In kindness swift, in‘ vengeance slow- -
A constant friend. a courteous foe:
Who partly fought for love of fight,
But chiefly for the love of right.
To Holy Land he rode away: ”
Seek thou a holy land today.
With sword and battle axe he strove:
Seek thou the armory of love.
He won on earth a poor renown:
Win thou on earth Love’s fadeless crown.
-—Gentleman’s Magazine.
NURSE AND PATIENT.
, Dramatis persona—John Steyne,
Nurse Winchester. .
Scene—John Steyne‘s bedroom, im-
mediately after the doctor’s visit.
Steyne—Nurse, what did the doctor
say? .
Nurse—He feels very hopeful the op-
eration will prove successful, and your
sight saved—provided you continue to
wear the bandage patiently. .
Steyne—He said that in here. Out-
side, when you shut the door, he said
you looked ill. .
Nurse (simulates a laugh)—You’ve
been eavesdropping. I haven’t- much
color, naturally. .
Steyne—Still you look ill. Is nursing
me so wearisome?
Nurse—No; you are very considerate
l—for a patient. But you must not
;worry about me. Remember the doc-
.tor’s words: “Preserve a tranquil mind.
.The more patient you are the sooner
you will see.”
Steyne (reflectively)—I think I have
been patient—more patient than you
guess, nurse. I have longed so ferv-
ently to see—just one glance. as fleet-
ing as you please, provided it took in
the right object. (A silence.) Nurse,
how long do I sleep in the daytime, as a
rule? '
Nurse—Four or five hours.
Steyne—I don’t; it’s pretense; I am
day dreaming. I am wondering, among
other things, what your features are
like. .
Nurse (begins to dust a mirror with a
lace handkerchief)-—You ‘are very in-
quisitive.
Steyne—It’s not mere inquisitiveness.
I once knew a lady whose voice so
greatly resembled yours that I am eager
to know if your features bear likeness
too.
Nurse—In a few days your bandage
will be removed, and then— (Stops
abruptly.)
Steyne—Why do you pause? I think
your conscience is troubled, nurse.
lWhat answer did you make the doctor
,just now? That you have already
i'written to the hospital to be relieved of
.y0 duties here on the plea of failing
h th. ..nd that you expect to be re-
;lieved .o morrow. I heard.
Nurse—I can send you my photo-
graph. That will assuage your curi-
‘osity.
| Steyne—It is my mind that requires
relief now. Did you ever know a wo-
.' man called Ethel Hampton?
Nurse (shakes out her lace handker-
chief)—ch.
]- Steyne (jumps excitedly to his feet)—
You did! ' ‘
Nurse (severely)--I decline to pursue
the topic. You are exciting yourself
' most detrimentally. .
| Steyne—You leave me to consume
'with inward fire. _ '
l Nurse—I deciine to be an accessory
to your optical suicide.
9 Steyne—You cannot stay my thoughts.
I knew Ethel Hampton nine years ago.
‘ I was almost engaged to marry her. I
suppose she is married now. (A sil-
ence.) You won’t reply? Well, it’s a
relief to talk about it. So you knew
her? Queer coincidence. My curiosity
to look upon you has increased a hun-
dredfold. Your voices are so similar,
too; only hers was mischievous, and
yours is rather tearful.
Nurse—We lived, together. People
unconsciously imitate one another.
Steyne—For the same reason you may
have other characteristics in common.
Nurse (undecidedly)——Possibly.
Steyne—And did you admire her?
Nurse—I did once. _
Steyne—And so did I—once-—‘before
I discovered her duplicity—her hypoc-
risy.
Nurse (startled)-—-Before what?
Steyne (bitterly)—She jilted me.
Nurse (confused)—-I—she never told
me that,‘ though she confessed most
things to me.
Steyne—-It is nevertheless a fact. I
had arranged to take her to the Queen’s
Theatre on a certain night. At the last
minute she sent me a telegram :-—‘ ‘Sorry.
Too ill to go to theatre. Don’t call.”
Nurse (amazed)——You are mistaken!
She couldn’t have said that.
Steyne—Mistaken! Hardly. I have
the telegram still.
Nurse—With whose name attached?
Steyne—Hampton—‘—her‘s.
‘ Nurse—But she went to the theatre
that night.
Steyne-TSO did I. I saw her there, in
a box, looking anything but ill, with
that cad Brodham. Perhaps you didn’t
know him.
Nurse (a-gitated)—Yes. He called for
her at the last minute.
Steyne—Prearranged.
Nurse—I assure you it was not. (Em-
nhatically). And she did not send that
telegram. Why should she have added
“Don't Call?” You never did call—to
my knowledge.
Steyne—By her request. Living in
rooms, with only a companion—I sup-
pose you were ‘the companion, nurse—
she studiously rejected male visitors,
except Brodham. He called frequently.
Nurse—He was privileged, being her
cousin. (After a little pause), But you
could have written.
Steyne—After her telegram, and see-
ing her at the theatre with Brodham!
Oh, no! I considered the explanation
due from her. I gave her two days.
Nurse—Then you sent her a packet-—
minus explanation or accusation.
Bteyne—And received, “per return,”
a packet from- her, with similar omis-
siOns. That ended it. I went to the
Cape to forget. ,
Nurse—(trying to conceal her eager~
nass)—And you were successful?
Stone-Unfortunately, no. A love
scandal crept into 9. Johannesburg pa. ‘
per, telling-of a woman who had driven
some poor devil of a 'man to suicide. In
a rounda out way I learned that the
woman was Ethel Hampton.
Nurse—Ah! You did not hear that
the poor devil of a man was Fred Brod-
ham. .
Steyne—Good Lord! - I beg your par—
don, nurse. Is that a fact? .
Nurse—Yes. But you are exciting
yourself, and-—
Steyne—It’s of no use; the inward
fire’s a raging furnace now. Tell me
this-is Ethel Hampton married?
Nurse—One minute. Did you, that
night you went to the Queen’s, send
Ethel Hampton a telegram in these
words :—“Sorry. Too ill to go to thea-
tre. Don’t call. John Steyne?”
Steyne—(surprised)—I did not send
that telegram or any other.
N urea—She received it.
Steyne—tl swear most solemnly that I
did not send it. There’s circumstantial
evidence in my favor on the face of it.
The wording of the two telegrams is
identical. One person sent both.
Nurse: Later on that evening Fred
Brodham called, and said your telegram
was a rotten excuse, for he had just
seen you. looking as fit as ever. And,
having a box for the Queen’s, be per-
suaded her to accompany him.
Steyne (enlightened): Good heaven!
That’s how it was. (A pause.) And
Fred Brodham shot himself.
Nurse: For which people blamed her,
because she was lucky enough to scent
his cunning. . ,
Steyne (with renewed excitement).
Nurse Winchester, is Ethel Hampton
married yet?
Nurse: No.
Steyne: Thank God!
her for me? -
Nurse: You will see her the day the
Can you find
1| doctor removes your bandages if—if the
‘ matron does not send a substitute for
me to-morrow. -
Steyne: She will be here if the ma-
tron—-then my day dreaming was not
all madness. Ethel! (Puts up his hands
to tear away his bandages.)
Nurse (seizing his wrists): John,
don’t touch them! Don’t for my sake.
---Black and White. '
ANKLE DEEP IN SUGAR.
A Story of New Orleans When General
Butler “'as in Charge.
Gen. Heard, of Wisconsin, speaking
of the entry of the Union Army into
New Orleans, said the other day:—“I
was one of the most surprised men in
the whole world. I had heard of fairy
lands in which the rivers ran wine and
the hills were made ‘of great lumps of
sugar, but I never conceived of a city
whose streets were knee-deep in sweet-
ness. Yet this was just the case when
we entered New Orleans. I absolutely
waded ankle-deep in sugar, and that in .
the streets along the river.
While the affair has become a matter
of history, I shall never forget the sight.
YOu see, the fact of the blockade of the
port had caused a vast quantity of the
products of the South, chiefly sugar and
cotton, to pile up in the city, and the.
inability of its owners to ship the stuff
resulted in the warehouses being filled
to overflowing. When General Lovell
realized that he must give up the fight
and leave the city be determined to
render it impossible for the Union sol-
diers to make use of the accumulation
of stores. To this end he gave orders
for its destruction, and hundreds of
hogsheads of new sugar were broken
open and their contents cast into the
streets'just like so much river sand.
It was a useless commodity for the
time being, and' great masses of the
stud were piled up where the destruc-
tion occurred. When we marched into
the section of the city where the sugar
had been stored we literally waded in
sugar. I never saw such waste in all
my life in this respect, while along, the
levee front were the evidence of the
burning of the cotton which had been
stored there waiting for an opportunity
for shipment to Europe.” -
Thmod.
Ex-Quee-n Liliuokalani has been bap-
tized and confirmed by Bishop Willis,
the Anglican bishop. She has not
hitherto been a member of any church.
although a regular attendant.
Advertise in the GAznrra.
fl» firmer from lzeaa’ tofoof.
- . -
P u r1tana
Trade Mark.
To make thf- cure of any disease com-
plete and permanent, the purifying, cor-
~recting and building-up process must begin
and end in the Stomach.
0 cf all sickness is caused by
, a wrong Stomach. Puritans
0 makes the Heart right, the
Lungs right, the Liver right, the Blood»
right, the Kidneys right, the Nerves right,
the Health right, because it makes the
Stomach right. p
The Puritans treatment consists of one bottle of
Puritans, one bottle of Puritans Bills, and one bottle
of Puritans Tablets. all in onepacksge. Price 81.
“ Alldruggists. “I. r
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.‘x'OT SO SLOW.
Philadelphia Matrons and the George W.
. Childs Cups.
You may say what you choose abou‘.
I’hiladelphza men; there’s nothing slow
about the women of the Quaker City.
Here is a story to prove it. It hap-
pened a good many years ago when the
'late George W. Childs was dispensing
hospitality at his country seat, Woot-
ten, with so princely a hand that it at-
tracted the attention of all foreigners
and fellow- countrymen. Upon one day
of the week any one might choose to
call, whether personally knoWn 'to Mr.
Childs or otherwise, and for a whole
year each and every woman visitor re
ceived a souvenir cup and saucer of
really exquisite china.
It was this latter fact that so en-p
cleared Mr. Childs to Philadelphia wom-
en, and incidentally proved them to be
not lacking in en‘erprise. They flocked
to Wootten in homes; why. the subur-
ban trains could hardly hold them, and
the country highways were black with
eager feminine figures all bound for the
same goal.
All classes, kinds and varieties of
women felt the spell. As a consequence
it is rare, indeed, nowadays to find a
Philadelphia household without its
cherished Childs cup and saucer. Some
women were so enterprising as to pay
two visits to Wootten, thus getting a
pair of the precious spoils. It was one
of these who once chanced to be taking
afternoon tea with a friend. A Childs
cup and saucer were handed‘her. Sud-
denly she noticed that the woman next
her was likewise equipped, and then,
glancing toward the tea table, she ob-
served that it was stacked with others
of the same species.
The woman who had prided herself
upon her own enterprise in the matter
felt considerable chagrin at any one’s
having get ahead of her, so before she
departed she took occasion to say to her
hostess:
“You seem to be well supplied with
Mr. Childs’s china!”
“Oh, yes,” replied the hostess, with-
out a flicker, “I went twelve times to
Wootten so as to complete the full
dozen, you know.”
Is it any wonder that Mr. Childs was
compelled to call a belt at the end of a
year ‘Z—Evening. Sun. ,
ZEKE AND THE GOVERNOR.
Mrs. Zeke Asks Questions which Abash
the Governor’s Friend.
I had met the Governor of Tennessee
and had a long and interesting talk
with him, and I was rather boasting of
the fact to the mountaineer’s wife as we
sat chatting during the absence of her
husband when she asked:
“Is he a taller man than my Zeke?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Does he weigh more?”
“N ot as much,”
“Did he ever tackle‘ a b'ar with a
club?”
“I don’t know, but should say not.
Perhaps he never saw a wild bear in his
life.” _ _
“Ever lick a critter in a rough-and-
tumble font?”
“I can’t say as to that, though he
doesn’t look to be a fighter.”
“Stranger,” she went on as she ceased
her knitting for a moment, “kin that
Guv’ner of Tennessee bust a squirrel’s
head in the tallest tree in this Stait with
a bullet?”
“Probably not, ma’am.”
“Would he dare tackle a wild cat
which had got among the chickens?”
“I can’t say.” ,
“Kin he git on to the bar’ back of a
buckin’ mewl and stick right thar till
the hem blows for dinner and the mew]
hain’t got no more buck left?”
“I can’t tell you about these things,
of cqarse. The Governor is a very
nice man, however, and I shall always
be glad that I met him.”
“Is he hefty on the wrassle?” she
queried, as she looked straight into my
face.”
“I think not.”
“Kin he jump nine feet?”
“I presume not, but you see.
ma’am—”
“Then mebbe thar’s better men than
the Guv’ner of Tennessee!” she inter-
rupted, “and mebbe my man Zeke are
one of ”em, an’ won’t feel a bit hurt if
you say so l”—Detroit Free Press.
Sullivan's Opinion of Fitzsimmons.
“That fellow Fi‘zsimmons is a. giltc
edged fool,” declared John L. Sullivan,
during a discussion of the aspirants for
the pugiiistio championship.
“In what does his chief folly consist?"
I asked.
“In monkeying with that lion of his,
to say nothing of Jim Corbett. That
cub of his is only eight months old now,
but he is big enough to do.a lot of dam-
age. , .
“One day several of us were visiting
Fitzsimmons at his training quarters in
Tens. Well, what do you think that
blamed fool did? He unchained that
lion and turned him loose in the room
with us.
“ ‘Don’t any of you move !’ yelled
. . Why, I didn’t breathe till
he had that lien on the chain again'.
“Not long ago the lion had an ulcer-
ated tooth. Fitz laid him on his back,
satastride of him and pulled at the
tooth four times with a pair of black-
smith’s tongs, and four times he
broke it 03. ‘
“Suppose now the lion had come to
the conclusion that that was enough?
Where would Fitzsimmons have been?
"Some of these. days that lion will
wake up and become playful. Then
Fitz will losethat six penny head of
his.”-San Francisco Post.
Astonished Him.
“This" is a remarkably high flavored
. ” said the King of Mbwpka.
"It is from that late Chicago individ-
IO
cal,” said the purveyor in chief.
. “I am really surprised. That Boston
missionary told. me explicitly and dis-
tinctly that Chicago people were utterly
devoid ‘of
cal.
. l . _._..—.—--.-...v . .-.-.....-._._ ...,.. - .
taste.”—Indi8n8P01i5 Jonr- ! 7.15 p.m.
5
takes out ink, paint, '
tar, pitch, grease f:
and stains from .
clothing and car-
pets quickly and C L E A N 5
completely and was?” ., ,
Never_Leave_s. a Ring I .
—No Acid.— ' 10c., 25c., at Drug
No unpleasant odor. and Dry Goods Stores
Not inflammable. Samples hailed, Sc.
' L. B. SUTTON, New Canaan, Ct. .
.SPOTIHE
1‘.
Sold by FINNEY & BENEDICT.
Wm. LockWood,
.Real Estate. Insurance and Investment
Securities. -
-—-MONEY 'ro LOAN..—
Insurance Placed in First-Class Companies.
Oflice—Corner Main & Wall Sta. Norwal
E'l'l-ZR I". GUIGUE Plot'st
man (Union Aveniie. dorthnggggiedg
Cemtery Norwalk. Conn. Dealer in Green
House Hot House and Bedding and Vega.
.able Plants. Fruit and Ornamental Trees
fihxgbgfiydhgmest. Cptd Flowers. always on
, so '
ranged 30 order; s o esigns 1n flowers ar-
ra 1 ' '
tended tong an refilling cemetery lots at-
HENRY TILLY,
CARRIAGE MAKER,
80 (TH, NOR W'ALK, CONN,
—Manufacturerof—
Family Carriages. Victorlasluooios to
ALL KINDS OF REPAIRING. .
TNA INSRUANCE 00., of Hartford
Incorporated 1812. Charter Perpetua
Capital and Assets, 38.902.272.64.
lnsures against loss and dams. e b r
terms adapted to the hazard gndgongi‘tftetift
With the laws of com‘pensation '
' .00 LES &. MERRILL.
Sole agents for Norwalk and vicinity:
J. Belden Hurlbutt, .
Attorney and Counselor at Low
Room 4, up stairs, -
GAZETTE, BUILDING.
ADAMS EXPRESS COMPANY
Low Rates. V’rompt Delivery
Eracnh Ofiice. Nor“ 23k,: o Morris Benedict
Main Office.depot. South ‘Torwalk,
L. HUNT. Agent.
GAVIA'I'I.
TRADE MARKS. '
DESIGN PATII‘I'S-
COPYRIGHTS. .tce
For information and free Handbook write to
NN & CO. 361 BROADWAY, Naw Your.
Oldest bureau or securing patents In America,
Every patent taken out by us is brought before
the pa lie by a notice given tree ofcharge 1n
the
Solomon: gunman
La st circulation ofan scientific a rin the
wort-Id. fiplendidl immigrated. [Nopir‘i’selu ent
man sho d. be thout it. Weeklyz, 33. cos
-e
year; 31.50 six months. Address, MU N &:
humans. 361 Broadway, New York City.
The Celebrated I,
HAZEL‘I’ON 1
ND
one-:53
carrot: .
GOALS, -
FUR RANGE AND lUBNACE
These coals. are Free From
lliri and Slate. Will he -
Delivered byllareful
Driver
Send Order for Sample Load and Satisfy J
self that our claim is correct.
Raymond Bros.
SOUTH NORWALK.
NEWYORK.N E W HAVEN a HAB'IFOB
RAILROAD -
—Nsw Your Drvzsxox
June 14, 1896.
Trainsleave South Norman: asJolloww:
Fon an Your—Accommodation trains at
9.36 a.m.. 1.11. 2.54. 4.07. 5.40. 6.50. 8.11. 10.20 ,
p. m. Express trams at 4.55. 5.45. 6.15 (local)
6.55. (local). 7.05. (local). 7.55. (local)..8.21.
9.03 (local) 9.58. 10.40. 11.37. (local) 9., m. 12.52
225.420.535.620 7.35 p.m. For Washington via
Harlem River 12.53 a.m.(daily ) -
Surpass—Accommodation 9 15 a. m.. 5.43,
' (local).7.23.(local) 9.28 pan Express 4.55 5.45
a. m. .
F93 anfiavsx am) ran East—Accommo»
dation trains at 6.82. 7.38. 8.46 and 11 44 a’. an",
1.37, 2.42. (to B’p’t). 4.20. 5.27. 6.2!. 7.2; (to B p t). -
8.41. 9.41 and 11.15 p. m. Express trains at 12.40,
I41. 9.11 10.12. 11.08 a:m. 12.05, 8.05. 5-04 (Nauga-_ .-
tnck Express) 7.10 p. m. . 5
Soxnsra—Accommodatwn?.38. 9.12 mm. and ., .
Express 12.40 aud1.11 a. m.
O.T.EEMPSTEAD.,Gen: PasaAgent. ‘_ 7"," .
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