HILBREN’S _
‘3" main] st nlaht
The sleeping children lie,
huh gentle breath so light.
Mug like a sigh) .
gr uil seems the room. how fair.
,_ one
who softly enters there! ‘
‘ Whine bands are those unseen
' . That smooth each little hed‘i
Whose locks are those that lean
Over each pillowed head?
. Whose lips caress the boys and girls?
f m lingers stroke the golden curls?
”Whose are the yearning eyes,
And whose the trembllmt not?
Whose heart is this that: cries,
Mullins God to hear? '
Whose but the mother‘s, in whose face
In" shows its sweetest dwelling place?
Her hopes in beauty bloom.
And heaven sends down its light,
Which lingers in the room
Where mother says. "own night.”
89ft trading by the sleepers there.
BI! very presence seems a prayer.
-lluflalo Commercial.
WILL AND I.
I had been sitting at my desk for a
(is.
{all hour, engaged in the laudable occuu
notion of doing nothing. In spite of my
trouble. What wonder then that I drifted
. 01! into reverie, and my thoughts re-
varied to sadly pleasant retrospect?
‘ - « Once more it was winter—the sunny
New Orleans winter—and Will and, I
were together. I recalled the hours
‘ passed in reading and writing and mu-
sic; the drives and walks and theaters.
The most minute and trivial incidents
recurred to my mind, and I found my-
self smiling at the recollection of a cer-
tain long, narrow, phenomenally dark
passage or alleyway on Royal street, up
‘ which we glanced one night, and which
Will, with his bright and quick sense of
humor. immediately christened “Jack
the Ripper’s court.”
- ‘Thisisuot a sensational story thatI
am about to tell. lwarn my readers
in advance that there is nothing star—
tling 'or wildly romantic in it. From
start to finish it is a simple‘fii'ertruc
tale.” And yet it was romantic too.
There Was a tinge of romance, after all,
when Will asked me to llt'l‘t'nllt‘ his wife,
to marry ll‘llll in secret. We had been
betrothed for a your, and he was for r.
from strong. Ills health was under-
mined, nnd a horrible fear oppressed
himrthat'ho would be taken away. In
the prime of his manhood, with life and
hope and happiness all his, it was an aw-
ful thought.
“Constance,"hosuid one nightns we
stood on the moonlit gallery, with its
luxuriant pm» vines and the. great yel-
low roses \(rlamborint: up to shake down
their showers of fragrance in our fitt'rs,
"mydarling, be my wife now! Why
should we wait, dmrom-‘t There ispothv
ing between our livvs and happiness but
the hugbenr of poverty. and i shall have
a fortune when I ill” :50. i shall be 30
next September, ("onsmm-v. if~it i live."
Something in thr- swwt. louder voice
made nte’glmire up swiftly into the
brave, dark eyes. Beautiful. tender eyes.
Where are you now? Where are you
today, 0 Will? Hidden away forever
from the sight of my eyes, from beyond
the claspof my arms-gone, gone-I feel
it, believe it—to that
Beautiful. wilml, bright World,
Where the glad chords [Ill-Cl.
Something in lllr-l \‘Ull't‘ made my lli‘lli‘t
ache.
"Why do you speak so sadly?" I asked
him. "Never mind the fortune. Will.
I care nothing for that. if you are only
spared to me."
“I know it, dmr. lt'llllt'l‘ little lwart,“
he anmveml sol'lly. “You :lt‘t‘ tlu‘ only
true woman in llil‘ World. Constance.
Butlwuntvd to toll you (l mu supersti—
tious. I admit it I it was prophesied that
I shall (lie bo-l'orr l :un lltl."
"Nonsense!" l orb-d sturdily. "that is
sheer superstitimi. and it is wry wrung
to believe in it. dour. No our knows the
future.
again if 1 wow you."
I tried to smile- ns l spoke-am sllukeoil
the Btrhngr lot-ling tlmt would oppress
me, try as I might-«but all in vain. Die
before 30! My true hearted, noble Will,
with his sunny smile and tender dark
eyes! I Would not lu-lii-ve it. It was
absurd. So l laughed at his fears as
foolishness and tried to make him for-
get. But be was far from strong, and
that one glimpse of what might be in
store for lls—tlli- awful parting that
might oomthmule nu- dccide. So I
promised that night to become- his wifi~
at once and “in secret and silence." ill-l
the old song says.
Everything was made ready, and on
the following night the night boforohis
departure—w.- m-ru quietly married in
nqnaintlitth- old church in one of the
retired streets of New Urleuns. And
Will and I belonged to Ouch other for
time and eternity.
The sad parting come next day—and
he went back to his northern home,
while I returned tomy Work, brightened
only by the hope of meeting in the sum-
mer at quiet Long Beach.
I am not a suywrstitious woman. I
had laughed at Will for his own dread
of the supernatural and his belief in a
prophecy, but we had not been parted
I whole month when something very cu-
rious happened. Will had written to in
every day, such dour, sweet letters the
they did my heart good—kept it alive. in
tact. l
But for those letters I Would have given
up my hold upon hope and would ban:
, mocuinbed to despair.
. But one day no letter came. I felt it
{Innings sinking at the heart-an awful
Mussel depression; darkness gathered
‘aver my life. Siismum~liope deferral:
those are the No mentions which serve
”kill the human heart, to darken and
‘Illlght existence. That night I wentout
on the little gallery where we had pass-
so many .happy hours. The moon
‘ fins Might, and one star ”shone in the
, ., blue “all: above my head-mono that Will
Mil long ago designated “our star." My
11*“ was crushed and heavy.
253M leaning against one of the col-
m which supported the gallery. the
Met the roses that he loved’nostlng
W me. And as 1W More;
’ light'M upon my
shoulder.
I would m-ve-r think of‘ ”MCI
, .
MN”
cheek, like a Without the grove.
I turned my eyes. and there before the
in the cold moonlight stood ‘Will-—my
husband. .
With a wild incredulous cry of delight
and rupture. I hung my suns about him
—-only till grasp empty sir! No one was
there! Will wile gone! ‘
I fell to the gallery floor and lay there
like‘a dead Woman.
When I opened my eyes, the moon was
shining down upon me, just as calm and
cold and imperious ever. I struggled
to a sitting posture and' grind wildly
about me. What did it mean? I was
not at all superstitious, yet I felt that I
had seen my husband that night, just as
life. .
The next day——no.lettsr, end the next,
still no letter. Oh, the anguish of hope
deferred!
The time had come now for me to go
to Long Beach, as I had promised him.
I Would keep my word—no matter how
hard it might be, I would go there. ' If
be—if‘that liidetmsprophecy had really
come true—mt all events, I would keep
my promise—my last promise to him.
So I went. Oh. the long, dreary, inter-
minable days, with only the monotonous
waters before me, the blue, blue sky and
golden sunshine always the same. It
made my heart faint and sick. I had.
written and written letter after letter.
Still no rospolisc. I felt that he wns
dead. And no one could tell lumbe-
t-ausohow could his friends in the for
distant north know alight of the south-
ern Woman whom he had secretly wed-
ded? And so the dreary, endless days
drugged by. and [still lived, heartbroken
and helpless. Iwill never morolaugh
at. superstition. never. _
Last night I saw him again. 1 had
gone down to the beach in the. moonlight
and walked slowl' and sadly up and
down the white stretch of sand at the
water's mlgn. All at uni-e I saw another
shadow mingle with my own upon the
moonlit lie-orb. I came to u. bait and
saw at my side—AVill.
With a wild oryl attmuptod to grasp
his arm, but the-re was no one there.
Im-ut back to the house and passed
thcnight in poring up and down tho
floor like u nmdwomau.
'l‘iu’luyde his thirtieth birthday. or
Would how lwvu.but 1 tool that my
darling is no more: that. tin-visions I
burr won \\'«-l'o- warnings sum im- of his
lute. Would Will lmvewuwdtowritt-
lilt'—-lllt‘—-lll> ltt'lul'l'll oiw~~if lb- \vrro
aliw-C' .1 ln-llt-vv that i shall mi llll‘
phantom ouw- again. and llu-n—~~tlr-u~~l
slmll ll‘l- too, for I fro-l that it is his
i spirit that bus mtuo buck for me.
it it
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So I lzzm-bw-u sittinghvrwinilwiuurn~
in: sunlight liiinkuu.r of the post. l‘un
l
illlil Ill‘n-tly tr'l‘uwh‘ lu lu'udm'i‘ flit" low
tub wd’otliwi‘s: l< not my own low-:iory
its Mill :1 t m: H» l mu t'l'l‘l‘ wt‘itw':
l l“ Ill' the sound of wheels and glow-v
li~tlv>~ly from tlw ulwn window at my
stdi'. .\ rut'riugv has stopped brt'ori‘ tlu'
gmv. 'l‘wo mrn lli't‘ assisting :1 third to
alight. They lll‘e‘ bringing him slowly
up the walk to tho lllllln‘t‘. He is ow
deutly wry ill. Why (love: my llriil‘l
tin-ob 540 would)? l mu too m-uk to
st:lml~«to tukv it step forward. Hb.l
will not illlHW myself to llt‘ dr-wiwd by
mud. vain hopes!
Tllt‘)’ rmvb tbv house-at lust and us-
sist the fwbb- l! min up the steps of the
broad gallvi‘y into my presence. Uh.
pitying liwn'vn! it is Will—~Will. pulu
and lei'll‘lll. u Wt‘itk. lt‘uil invalid. but
Will ull tlu- sumo. it is some tinu-brt‘oro
lt'ully rut-owr trom this trum'o oi‘lmppi-
up», illl'l tip it l‘lt‘ truth t< lllilil" knuwn.
llv lmd bu-u Very ill with brunt few-r. Nu
H11“l‘tdllll\l’l‘llo'lHlllt:lit‘t'illlh‘l‘ llirylmvu'
nothing of im- or my address. and lit‘\\‘.'l.‘l
myth: in delirium. As soon :is be was
fllllt' to allwmpl lllt‘ journey ll» luld SI-l
mil in t'c'lllx'll to lilt‘.
ll \vzix illl t‘llIlt‘ll iiou'mtlmt dr~ or)
separation. l'pun his thirtieth birtb~
day. oh. 5.. lmppymulltopvt‘ul,1ny Will
ll.l«l «'ntm' bulk to mr, nevi-r to lwul'v “1"
again!
"I slmll mwr more laugh at any (dio-
t'or brim: >uprt'stitious,"l said tho tin-st
day. gazing into the (levy. dark i'_\'t'.~ of
the loved om- so happily restored to me.
"'l‘lmuk lll‘itl‘t‘ll that my supn-rstitious
fours \Vtil't‘ not realized."
1 luivem-w-r been able to ucmnut for
that strange illusion. To this day i can-
not make up my mind what it was that
llmd ten-vb. ’
1th it was hot Will‘s ghost. und that
is all 1 L'dl‘t' to know, after stll.~'l‘or.mto
Mail. ‘
The Beef Ten Fuller-y.
How of the hardest notions for the un-
lruim-d nursoto giw up is llllll lwvf inn
is u \hluubh- nutrimeut. 'l‘ho- rum-m :m-
svrtion of n writer in The Auu-rivuu
Loni-wt. that thousands of sick persons
llilVl‘lth‘ll sturvodtmleuth on but tea
is only :1. summmgup of wind physicians
and export nurses have been trying to
impwss upon the minds of tha- bitty for
some time.
llm‘l' hill is a stimulant. slight and
ovum-scent. but to “live on beef tea,"
whivh has been the shibbob-th of sunny
s Sli‘lfl‘littlll. is impossible. And The
Lancet further counsels that if it must
still benmdo and used to perform its
very limited service. to remember that.
like pluin test. it should never be boiled.
That nwthod of making contributesa
positive vice—that of indigestibility.
\‘lnt'tmllt Hho-rbrooke's llunmr.
ltolwrt Lowe income the romgtilzod
mouthpiece of sardonic humor, nnd
thereby obtained more than his ulmre of
questionable notoriety. Minty of his
imputed stories are obviously. mlnpta.
lions.
A foruwr friend who met him in Lon:
don is said to have accosted him with
the remark: “Don‘t you remmnbsr me?
I used to know you in Australia,” andto
have met with the rebel, "Yes. and
when I meet you again in Australia!
shall be happy to know you." But this
is o more echo of George Selwyn’s rs-
merk. under like circumstances, "I shall
be pleased to renew our ocqu
WM molt) h nothih-Qw
. .
Amid m/mtever my
truly as I had ever beheld his face in my .
ulu‘ Womb-r :l't‘:lll)’lll1tl.lilylit‘ll llt‘H ltllt‘ '
who ”mastitis: with the
emitted will rejoice with D. E. Our nl
1235 autism street, Ken-u City. He
is an old sofierer from inflammatory
rheumatism but has. not heremtore
been trouhed in this climate. Last
winter he went up ism Wisconsin. sud
in consequence has had another attack.
“It came upon me again very acute Ind
severe," he said. ”My Joints swelled and
became inflamed; sore to touch or al-
most to look at. Upon the urgent
request of my mother-in-law I tried
Chamberlain's Pain Balm to reduce the
swelling and easethe sin. and to my
agreeable surprise. it id both. I have
used three titty-cent bottles and believe
it to be the finest thing for rheumatism,
gains and swellings extant. For sale by
. C. Stillson, druggist.
‘ ‘Halt a span of angry steel" will ro-
duce no more total row is than a neg ect-
edoold or coush. For all throat and
lung diseases, Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral is
the best remedy. it is invaluable in
cases of croup. whopping cough, bron-
chitis and lo grippe.
If King Solomon was alive he would
say: "(lo to the traveling man. learn his
ways. and be wise." Mr. C. W. Batten,
0. Cincinnati traveling men representing
the Queen City Printing Ink 00., after
suffering intensely for two or three days
with lameness of the shoulder, resulting
from rheumatism, completely cured it
with two applications of Chamberlain‘s
Pain Balm. This remedy is gaininga
wide reputation for its prompt cures of
rheumatism, lame hackmprains, swell-
iugs, and lameness. 50 cent bottles are
for sale by (i. C. Stillson, druggist.
it a New York millionaire gives a din:
1.1350 saith :yefiue and1 36th st‘reoit, costing
. ,w to gives one ape sis
and these people s nd £13. .Oill in doo-
ors’ bills and line ly have to pay $5.00
each (or Cactus Blood Cure to cure them
what would be the saving por capits ii
the dinner should not be given, there
being 87 perso at the feast?
Inquire at istod's drug store, where
you may have the problem solved dud
get information about 0 actor, Bin 1 Cure
A lady at Tooleys, La” was very sick
with bilious colic when i“. U. Tish-r. a
prominent merchant of the town, gave
her a bottle of ('hamlwrinin's (.‘olic,
(“bolero and lllsrrhn-n' Remedy. llo
says she was well in forty minute-s alter
taking the first (lose. For sale by (i. C.
Stillson, druggist.
Springis full of terrors to all whom-
constitution is not able to “will". lllo- sud-
den changes of tomporutun- and "tho-rin-
salubritics of the season. To put the
system in i-ondition to overcome these
evils. nothing is so etlectivo its Ayoi's
Samaparillzi. Take it now,
J aroabunh‘ _ , .4,
Si l f C F
WE WILL GIVE, on BETTER GRADES, A ‘
Cash Discount of We per 'yard.
Making all Wool lngrains, 500, 550, best 65c; Tapestry Brussells, 500, 650,and best 800; Body
Brussells 90c, 31.00, best $1.15; Velvets and Moquettes, only $1.00;1Mattings, Oil Cloths and Lino-
May
leums.
A. Dickerman &‘$on,
e4 wnsumo‘rou STREET. SOUTH NORWALK. couu.
Opening Damnation I .
We will show you all the newest goods and shapes in
CLOTHING N~
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k‘
A special department exclusively for Children Where mother can have everything tried on
and see just how the garments tit, and look before buying. Everything for Boys' wear.
CometOOurOpe‘ning May l0, l l
w. A. BENEEIICT .3; COMPANY, '
\VASHINGTON STREET,
SENTINEL BUILDING, SOUTH NORWALK.
THEODORE SAYS:
Never Before in South, Norwalk,
WAS THERE ANYTHING LIKE THIS OFFERED
[In continual Sale of ”Summer" Goods.
LADIES’ DEPARTMENT. #
5w Pair Ladies‘ Kid t lxt'ord Patent Leather tip: Worth $1.25, at too.
500 Pair Ladics‘ Kid Oxford Patent Leather tip, Square toe; Worth $2.00, at $1M),
500 Pair Ladies-5' Kid Oxford Patent Leather tip and Front Stay: Worth $2.1 m, at $1,110.
1:00 Pair Ladies' Nice Russet Blucher Oxford: Worth 81.50. at mic. .
300 Pair Ladies’ Russet Oxford Common Sense-.ltist the Thing for Sore Feet: Worth $1.50, at 95¢.
100 Pair Ladies’ [land Welt Patent Leather tip Kid Oxford; Worth $3.0m at $1.50.
200 l’air Ladies’ Whole Fox Big Button Razor toe, Wing tip Shoes: Worth $4.0o, at $2.oo.
200 Pair Ladies’ Fine Cloth top Whole Fox Razor toe, Patent Leather tip: Worth $4.00, at $2.00.
200 Pair Ladies' Fine Cloth top Whole Fox Square toe, Patent Leather tip: Worth 84.00, at $2.00.
200 Pair Ladies’ Very Fine Kid Big Button Crimp Vamp, Patent Leather tip; Worth $4.50, at $2.50.
200 Pair Ladies’ Kid Big Button Square toe, Crimp Vamp—Tibia Latest Thing ()ut;‘,Worth $4,50, at $2 .50.
300 Pair Ladies’ Kid Button Patent tip. all Sizes.
This is a Dandy: Worth 81.50, at 81.00.
:too Pair Misses? Spring Heel, Button, l’lain toe; J. F.:Swain’s Make: Worth $2.Ho,fat $1.25.
MEN’S DEPARTMEN .
100 Pair Men's Fine Square toe;Lace Shoes; Worth 2.00, at 1.25.
300 Pair Men’s Fine Calf Laces and Congms; Worth 3.00, at 1.50.
.400 Pair Men's Fine Calf Blueber, Cap toe; Worth 2.50, at 1.50.
300 Pair Men’s Fine Calf Blucher, Piccadilly Cap toe; Worth 3.00 at 2.00.
350 Pair Men’s Fine Russia Calf Blucher Welt: Worth13.50, etj2.25.
Ladiee' and Gentlemen these are the biggest bargains ever offered in ,South
THEO. H. , OLS
N orwalk. ,
8i Washington Street,
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SOUTHaiNORWALK, or-
Norwalk Chronicler