m assistance in the way of
”to or, picture.
is also well known for
of heart. 0b,. how that
: d the aching of mine who!)
uwdisrrcwered that 1.111: 111115.111
lad}, did not know that. 11.121 p-
" one position for a few
even was mommy to enable
st to catch a resemblance of it!
first sitting can I ever forget? I
dare to complain till after two
Milos- attempts. With dawn-
use staring me in the face, I
. {lrsarttc tbcPrmcncf Wales.
till should scold her.” said the
this time the princess was sit-
for her boat to the celebrated sculp-
2” worms A.. in a roomathlarl-
W House. I was sent for by the
* Ild before I was admitted to an
" ‘ I was shown into the scalp-
s studio. and found him waiting fcr~
mm from the princesa The bust
alsoadyin an advanced stage I did
Well. you we, " said Gibson, “the
is a delightful lady, but she
lit a bit. ”
éAt that moment I was summoned to
. prince, whom I found with the
and I saw, or thought I sew.a
sort or pretty, smiling pout, eloquent of
» 1 nndof half anger with me. The
had something to show Inc—pho-
' plus. I think—and than he led the
:12Wthibscu, theprinoesa and I fol—
, may.
lie sooner did we find ourselves in the
ooulptor’s presence than—after some re-
marks upon the the bust—the prince
‘ skid:
"How do you find the princess sit,
Its. Gibson?“ .
, “How." thought I. “if ever a man
wit-in an awkward fix you are, Mr.
2 ‘Glbmn, for after what you said to me n
l" g 2‘" mlnutm ago you cannot in my pres-
: anon compliment the beautiful model on
her sitting. "
The prince looked at Gibson. and
. ‘ looked in dead silence at the
.. ' and then at the princess. Then
, looked again at the prince. smiled
4‘ and, shook his head.
. “There. you see, yousit properly nei—
"that Mr. Gibson nor to Mr. Frith. "
.2 ‘ I do!” said the lady. “You
Rom bod men!"
’ And then we all smiled, and Gibson
went on with his work, the princess
sitting admirably for the short time
that I remained. -—Ycuth's Companion.
TEXAS HUMOR.
_ now 0 Legislators Joke Was Made Into
Law to ma Surprise.
2 Every one knows that Phil Sheridan
saidof Texas, "If I owned Texas and
f... hell, I'd rent Texas and live in hell. "
Possibly out of respect for sogreat a
. man the Texan‘ s answer was suppressed,
but it was good just the some. He said
with great promptness, ”Well. gin’r’l,
yer know a cuss allers will take up for
the place he cum frum. ”
. Tho Tenn has a strong sense of hu-
m, and it manifests itself in other
ways than report-“'3. The legislator who
plilpllnllll Ilmr all 1211M 1111111111gi11m
Texas should in lln'i' 11in 11 (1-1712; 1111112
11198 at blif'. slut: llli 11.1.11 H ,.-:é1‘1~1‘l tn
whistle tbrr-o- 111711-52 in nrlnnwh 1112511212111
of tire isomwigniy of" 111‘: 1111111: didn't
expect to be taken seriously. He wasn't;
but his colleagues thought it would be
such a good joke on the railroads that
they made the suggestion law and for a
the religiously enforced it.
The Tens women have their share of
how, and they can be sarcastic, too,
as thn'lollowing conversation between
the daughter of a Texas congressman
and a New Yorker at aWashingtou ball
testifies:
“You are from Texas?" the New
t
1
Yorker sold in very much the same tone .
that he would have used had he asked
if she was from Hawaii or some other
remote place.
“In” she said, smiling sweetly.
“Intact cowboys out there," he said.
like a man who knew.
"Yes," she said doubtfully.
"You’ve seen some of course?” :
$12.0” yes. ” This in a tone of convic-
“Iu what part of the state?” he went
on.
"Oh, I didn‘t see any cowboys in
The ones I saw were on Broad-
". law York."-an York Sun.
fina- lko Wasn't linen American
‘ An "American Women" in the Lou-
, dill Daily Chronicle describes the aver-
‘ roam-11m as “a superior being,
at!” rosin, much travel, experience
women and a certain desire to
American men are an economic
follyknownto themselves.” flue
flds, “1b Amerlcowo all like our-fat
Maud brothers, but we haven’tany
floatadmiration for our husbands, al-
meaybefond of them in a
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“A STRAIGHT TlR” TO
HOUSEKEEPERS
As silverware enters so larfely into the
useful and ornamental attic of nearly
embonsehold, ,the best means to clean,
and preserve the some will be ap-
preciated by every good hcnbekeeper,as
nothing about the house bospnaks of
neatness and cleanlinessmore than clean
and brilliantly polished silverware.
It is a fact that ten timesas much sil~
verwarn inworn out or ruined by the
use of improper materials for cleaning
and polishing than is nwessary. therefore
nothing but the best material should be
used to clean and polish your silverware
SILVER CREAM”
will clean your silver better, quicker and
o‘heaper than any known substance.while
t n
lied Star Cleaning Powder
willimparta lish that cannot be ex-
celledfor ' ancy.
Silver Groom and Red Star Pow-
dor
are the best silver polishes' m the world.
They contain no grit acid or poisons,
will keep your silver bright as new with-
out scratching or injuring it in the least
Samuel Comstock,
Solo Agent for Norwalk,
North Main Street, South Norwalk.
1-—
Did you ever get tired of see
Ming the word
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If you are troubled with
Headache, Rheumatlsm, laurel-
gla, lad Golds, lo.
Try a few powders, and you
will never tire of recommend-
ing it to your afflicted friend.
When called to a case of La
Grippe, Dr. Marland always
gives the following prescrip
tion:
boll
M. Ft. Pulv No 11.
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this disease is world wide.
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' cr’s daughter years ago.
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The flying ships with»! as to on
th show .
His fearful face in time of greatest storm.
3 go alfdus. whom marinara eschew
0 loss than rocks. as trains inform.
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4 Louis REWARD.
Philip had known her over so long,
ever since she came here. a little.rose
upped child. He drew her to school on
his little cart. he taught her to ride
when older, and when her favor was no
longer to be won by snowy kittens ‘or
sugared sweetmeats he had laid at her
feet a man's strong love, about that
was brave and loyal and true as Mel.
And she—she thought of the face she
had seen for the first time but one short
menth before, the dark. handsome face
that bad lighted into a lock flnvolun-
tary admiration at sight of her, the face
of the wealthy city stranger—Edgar
Reynolds
Only one month ago, and already the
lustrous eyes had learned to watch for
his coming, already the girlish heart
had learned to throb at his voice.
And be? No wonder he was fascinated
by that fresh young face. and us the
days went by he smiled to see how the
love of the woman crept into the inno-
cenceof the child. And so when Philip
Howard asked her for her love she had
no heart to give him. She told him so
with womanly tenderness and pity, and
he had left her presence 11 very sad. very
silent man.
The followi. 11 day broke fair and
bright. with golucn sunlight on the hill-
tops and June time mists in the valley.
Along the white, winding road lead-
ing to the village, in the coolness of the
dewy morning, walked Florence Thorns.
The birds are singing their motion in
the tree tops; the brook is laughing as it
ripples o‘er its pebbly bed. In the midst
of all this glorious, sylvan beauty the
elasticity of youth reassorts itself, and
the girl‘s step grows lighter, her heart
happier, till she almost forgets her little
troubles.
In the village she posts her letters
and turns to retrace her steps. She meets
many laborers on their way to work,
and each man touches his but and smiles
pleasantly on seeing the bright, pretty
face. for, young as she is, she has spent
many hours helping with kindly offices
and gentle pity their wives and little
ones.
Coming home, she passes a house that
stands in its own grounds—a house
with snowy curtains, stretching veran-
dns and a well rolled tennis ground at-
tached. It is for more pretentious than
her owu cozy house. And well it may
be, for it is the boarding house of this
rustic little village. It is filled with
fusbionublcs just now who have fled
from the crush and heat of the city,
and, among others, Edgar Reynolds.
At the gate a sudden thought strikes
her. The liousokocper's little child is
very ill. She will go in and inquire for
her. No one save the servant can be up
yet. She pushes open the gate and noise-
lessly flits up the garden path to the
roar of the house.
She accomplishes her mission and is
returning, when she sees fluttering on
the path before her a shoot of creamy
note paper. bho picks it up and glances
around. It. must have blown from a
window left open on retiring. Yes,
thorn in one directly overhead.
51111 is about to take it to the house-
:.. -1'1:1 1111211131.}1cul11-r
1 ::~!111111u- 1.-. full 1111twnvoidswritfon
in a firm, bold hand, “Florence Thorpe. "
It is but a short letter, and the girl, for-
getting all honor in the intensity of her
surprise, reads every word of it almost
before she knows what she has done.
“Dear Will,” it runs, "expect me
back on Thursday. Am tired of rusti-
catiug. it would have been an unbear-
able here were it not for an awfully
pretty girl. flirting with whom has
helped to pass the time. She is the
daughter of Allen Thorns, the million-
aire‘s brother, you know. Made a fool
of himself by marrying a school touch-
1 Florence
Theme is a shy, wild rose—poor, pretty
1‘. PH 1:.-
and proud as a princess—but I couldn't
afford to ruin my prospects for her, you
know. Much as I could do to keep from
losing my heart in earns”. Hod half a
mind to throw over Agatha Verc's thou-
sands, but—psbaw, the bank mount
carries the day. "
There is little more relating to busi-
ness matters. then the letter closes with
tho hastily scratched signature, ”Edgar
Reynolds."
The girl stands Mid and rigid in the
bright morning sunlight, a great startled
horror in her eyes. All the pretty, child-
ish beauty dies in the strained intensity
of that gun.
Hark! Is that some one coming? For
a moment she lifts herhand to her head
in a confused, helpless way. Thcn,orusb-
ing the letter into her bosom, she toms
feet will hear her down the path,
through the gate, along the dusty high-
war—borne.
D '0 I I I .1
Her uncle came to her on receipt of
Philip Howard's letter, stating how ill
she was. his lonely old heart warming
with love toward his brother a orphan
Edgar Reynolds, be 111111
heard of her lllntos with his usual well
Micrones-
“ Pfifittlo thing! Porlmprlt‘sthc
beetwarltoepldbavoo sdattsrsll."
new.“ ‘ alias-ll
1 «Three years aftsrward‘ James Tbcruo’s
_ the street below.
palacobctun is a blast of light and
beauty. The 1111111111. doors are dung
spamthnparfnnte of thstlowarstlcat‘o "W1
out on the night air.
on soft. brilliant 111111 from 111.1 mm
chandeliers, through curtains of amber”
satin and creamy lace, 'stmams forth on
321‘" :- ‘
..flll9 has received them all with a
sweet. imperious guise. wholly her own,
and is glancing away, on a partner’s
arm.when she looks upand soon be
fore her a late arrivmmllldgar Reynolds.
The dark dobonulr face is handsome
as of yore. and it brightens as it with
new life when he sees her.
“Florence—Miss, Thorncl" He has
sprung forward eagerly, and, regal-1111.11
of the presence of others. held out both
hands.
Florence Thorns locks up at him in
calm surprise. She does not smile; she
does not cry out. No tinge of the rose
flush dies from her face. The pansy pot
pie eyes do not droop; theilily bands do
not tremble.
So she lays her hand a moment in
his. coldly. courteously.
“Have you come back at last—at
lust?"
“Yes, we returned a fortnight ago,"
rings «out the clear, silvery voice. "Cap-
tain Arthurs, will you take me to the
ballroom?"
She hows a trifle hanghtil “to Edgar
Reynolds and leaves the draumg room
on or partner’ 3 arm.
he night goes by with the ripple of
laughter, the crash of music, the trend
of dancing feet.
Everywhere admiring eyes follow
Florence Thorns, and her uncle looks
fondly on and smiles to see the world
bow down before his darling. “Such
wit, such repurtee, such matchless
grace!” they say. “She is the beauty of
the season. "
"One dance, only one,” pleads Edgar
Reynolds, “for the sake of old times. ”
She laughs, that clear, happy laugh
of hers, and leaves him.
He stands where she has left him and
looks after her with hot, angry eyes.
He has staid single and let Agatha
Vere’s bank account slip through his
hands for the sake of this girl and
James Tborue‘s wealth.
0h, now—l-ucw for one hour of the
old dominion.
He sees a servant approach her in the
crowd, sees her bend her haughty head
and follow him.
“I must have it outwith her now,”
he says, clutching his builds fiercely. “i
must awake the old love tonight if ever. ”
He follows her through the long, gas
lit room till, parting the velvet cur-
tains at the end, she enters a cool, dim,
shadowy alcove.
He is just behind her, bift draws back
'quickly in the shade of a tall, flower
crowned pillar as he sees a man turn
from the marble mantel at the further
end of the room, against which he had
been loaning —— 11 man bearded and
bronzcd and travel stained.
"0h, Philip!"
The girl sprung forward, a streaming
light in her eyes, a vivid color in her
cheeks.
”Little Flo!” he says softly.
It was the old t name for her when
she was a little ild. When she grew
up a “fair girl graduate, with golden
hair,” she was "Miss Florence. " Now
the old name sprang first to his lips.
Both her slender \vhito hands rest in
his own—not. reluctantly now. The
man in the shadow of the velvet portion:
looks on with compressed lips. Ab, he
recognizes him now—112's rustic rival of
three years ago.
“Little Flo," he says again, and this
time his eyes are suspiciously moist.
With a woman's quick perception she
secs it and withdraws her hands.
Forlu moment she is a shy girl again,
for she knows how, in spite of wealthy
suitors and n conutcss’ coronot, Hill)
faithfully guano-(l the love uwukonml
three years ago—tho true love that
flourished when tho false love died.
“Have you no better Wt‘lcollw, Flor-
ence—no gift of lovo? Have I hoped
and waited in vain? Oh, my darlingl”
"i-lilcnccl This lady is my promised
wife."
it is Edgar Reynolds, white with
rage, who speaks, but Florence turns to
him with her cnlmost, sweetest smile.
“You are mistaken. Mr. Reynolds.
A pretty girl with whom you flirted
three years ago holpod to pass the time.
but she was only a shy, wild rose. and
you couldn't afford to ruin your pros.
poets for her, you know. ”
As she speaks she draws from her
breast and hands him a sheet of crum- slam
pied paper.
Then she turns to the lover of 11111
childhood, girlhood, womanhood, and
lays her hands in his, and he clasps the
figure in its trailing sntin robes close in
his strong nrmstill "little Flo" cries
out in alarm, "20h, Philip. you have
crushed my flowdrsl"
And Edgar Reynolds goon forth from
the room and forth from their lives,
and for once true love has its royal rc-
wardn-Excbango.
W
ram ‘11. We. not.
A northern mm: traveling through
Missouri on horseback arrived at the
bank of a river. There was no way to
cross it except by swimming; l0. Iodin-
mouuting, be tied his clothes in the
horse and drove him into the river,
swimming after him. Reaching the
other side, be dressed and coutiuuéd on
his wuv. Before going 20 feet. howev-
or. he came to the forks of the road and
looked around for nsign. There was
none, but just across the river, near the
spot ho had entered to swim norms, he
saw a board nailed on a tree. There
was nothing to do but toget in and
swim comes again and read that sign.
lie strain moss, and, after climbing
up the back. he read tho following no-
iosn‘vao dollars due for
bus .
this
Ambiance“ is not cal an
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son 1"” has it. One to much care
ills uicklyput an end to it E. P.
Woe Norwalk. and G. C. Btillsou. Bo.
Norwalk
condensed Tssllnouy
Chas. B,.£lcod Broker andManufac-
turer’s at. Oolumbus, Ohio, certifies
that Dr. iug’s blew Discov has no
unison hrnmed. J. .Browu.
p St. James Hotel 1:. Wayne, 11111.,
testifies that be was curedof a Cough of
two cars standi 11g, caused by La Grippe,
in); r. King’s New Discovery 13.1“.
errill, Baldwinsville, Muse, says that
he has used and recommended it and
never knew ittofail and wordd rather
have it than any doctor, because it
cures. Mrs. 11111111111113.1122 E. 25th St. .,
Chicago, always keeps it at hand and
has no fear of Group, because it instantly
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exerting a wonderful direct influence in
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If you have Loss of Appetite, Constipa-
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are guiunntced trengt-eulth undill-byh
its use. Tifty cents, and $1.00 at StSH
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Speed and safety are the 'watchwords
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We, the undersigned, have known F.
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believe him perfectly honorable in all
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Hall’s Cutarrlx Care is taken inte1nul-
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Sold by all druggists.
They are so little you hardly know
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Chronic constipation is a painful, dis-
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If llPl'l‘llllJf‘H the system, causes sick head
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Little Early Risers. These little pills
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OASTéRflEA
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Many liver of usefulness have been cut
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The best solve in the world for cats,
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some, totter, cha upped hands, chilblolns,
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It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfac-
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psrbos. n. P. Woodand 0.0. Stillsou.
Tettor. comma and all similar skin
troubles are cured by the use of Dertt’s
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name mjmsm. ram Own Bod.-
clothes-«hora 1. 111's raw. ‘
Muchhas been written about the Ger.
man bed. But how much might not be
written about the Russian Nd? Nay.
how much has notwsu'writtsu alrmdy?
Even in decent country houses in But
sis the sleeping place is often merely a
couch or the top of a chest of drawers
covered with a rug. But in the towns
there are beds, and such bedsl The Ger
man bed, as most people are aware, if
not from personal experience from 3111-.
Jerome K. Jerome's description of it. is
placed in a deep box, into which you
climb and then pull the bed on top of
you. The whole contrivance is so do.
signed as to keep one half of the body
perspiringly hot and the other half ably--
srlng cold and to suffocate you if you
are not constantly on the alert. Its
grand redeeming feature is that you
cannot tumble out of it however much
you tossabcut. The Russian bed, on the
contrary, is an affair out of which, or
rather off which, you cannot possibly
help tumbling however still you lie. It
is an iron or wooden frame, perfectly
destitute of rails and about the width of
an ordinary coffin. Upon this is placed
a mattress, and the entire ammgemeut
is deposited in the middle of the room.
To get on to it is easy enough, for it is '
quite low. But to fall aslccpou it is in-
evitably to fall on the floor. It is too
narrow to turn in, and there is nobody
who does not turn in his sleep unless
he is a Russian, who, one may assume.
has been weaned from the habit by
countless flops in the days of his youth,
when he didn’t mind that sort of thing.
He has brought himself into harmony
with his environment, as the evolution-
ists say. and is comfortable. The stran-
ger has not, and suffers accordingly.
Most people beforc'they enter the land
of Nod are apt to dream that they have
fallen over a precipice and are going
down, down. down. Just as they are
about to touch the bottom they wake
with a start and heave a sigh of relief
as they realize that they are on nothing
harder than feathers In Russia that
dream has a terribly actual termination.
The visionary wakes with a start to find
that he has “gone over" in u very liter-
al sense and is wallowing among his
trunks. A cunning man will shift his
bed from the center of the room to the
wall. That suvcs him on one side. But
111.- is still open to disaster on the other,
and a bedroom companion of mine at
Moscow used to fall out of bed three
times regularly every night. and after
the third time, lie talking in his sleep
until daylight, dreaming, I fancy, that
he was about to break the record by full-
ing out again. Thou-narrow bedingen-
crcl where beds are employed at all.
Even the imperial residences are far-
nished with them, and the couch upon
which the murdered Alexander breathed
his last, still shown to visitors to the
Winter palace, is of the same type. The
Russians, like their Teutonic neighbors,
have a good deal to learn about Bed-
fordshirc.
“But what about the bedclothes?” it
will be asked. Well, they are much
more easily described than the bed, the
fact being that they are invariably corn
spicuous by their absence. It is not the
fashion in Russia to supply beds lothing,
even in the best hotels. The trove lor is
expected to bring his sheets and blankets
with him if he requires them, and the
some is the case in private houses. A
Russian would no more think of offer-
ing you secondhand bedclothcs than
you would of offering him 11 second-
hand toothbrush. The railway ullicials
now supply one pillow, one about. and
one blanket to each first class passenger.
Elsewhere, however, as stated, the
‘ stranger, let him be invited guest or
paying lodges, is understood to provide
his own bedding. There are considera-
tions which render this system highly
desirable. But it is not without its
drawbacks, and when We remember
that the mean annual tcupt’rnture of
northern Russia is below freezing point,
it will be admitted that no one should
be left in ignorance of the custom. Its
discovery created no small consterna-
tion among the English tourists, who
wu'c quite unprepared for it: and who
arrived at Moscow at midnight, tired
to death, and found themselves with
nothing to sleep in and with neat to
nothing to sleep upon. How did they
manage? Ono slept for eight days in his
topcoat. another wrapped himself up in
his dignity and his dressing gown, while
11 third reposcd in a borrowed railway!
Guests at a Russian hotel, or in a pri-
vate house. for that matter, ought, if
they are particular, to fasten their bed
room doors before engaging in serious
nblutlons. Bussi an servants and waiters,
male and female, give no warning of
their approach. It is no more the cus-
tcm to knock at a door than it is to sup.
ply bedclctlies, and a boots or a charm.
bcrmuld will invariably enter a room
without any intimation, “as if, " as one
writer has expressed it, “intontionally
ignoring such obstacles to movement as
doors. ” The fact that the room is a bod-
fyou room makes no difference whatever.
This free and easy style may not annoy,
a Slay, but it is apt to provoke comm
rassing situations among Englishmen,
whose morning toilet is a very extensive
affair, embracing every part of the man
from the crown of his head to the scion
of his feet—~13“. Newcastle (Mood).
Chronicle.
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The following is told of an English
army outset long since dead. Media:
a lady who much disliked him, he
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