peach All cone“ Unequal to Family Duties--No Appetite Hood’s Sareaparllla Gave Strength and Courage to Work. “sts iusuoh condition I could not walk even about the house to attend to house- . hold duties and care for my chil- dren and family. I did not have the strengthof a child. I was treated by several physicians, ‘ who pronounced my trouble Scrot- ula and F e ma 1 e Weakness. I could eat only a slice-of . ‘ . bread and drink a "”-"l"1'cup‘ of tea, three ; . 1," times a day. Some- " times Icould stand a soft boiled egg Mrs. John Hose Oran, N. Y. for dinner. I became reduced to skin and bones; at last they had to draw me about the house seated in a rocking chair. I was in a terrible state when my husband, having noticed advertisements of Hood’s Hood’s 5...... W upon me to give it pas-alt: 4 - : PBS trial. After taking W one bottle I received sufficient benefit to know that I had at last found the right medicine. I have now taken several bot- tles and am able to Attend My Housework. In fact, I am on my feet about all day, and can go up stairs easily. I cannot say enough in praise of H00 ’5 Barsapqarilla. ’ Mas. JOHN HAsn, Box 92, Oran, .Y. Hood’s PillsacrrAAA-Aasa ARE YOU GOING SOUTH? so. for health. pleasure and, comfort go to iney Woods Inn. Southern Pines. N. C. Sarsaparilla, u r g e d ,_ “we desiring to escape the rigors of the innate North will find a mild, dry climate at Southern Pines. N C.. in the heart of the ions leafed pine section of America. The elevation is 600 feet above sea level. the highest point in the turpentine belt. delight- ful climate. with all the advantages of resorts farther south and free from many disadvan- tages; it is the place the tourist and health seeker will appreciate. It has the most perfect drainage. being a huge sand bank. and is situatedin .the heart of the ion leaf pine. It is Within the in- fiuence of t e gull stream. to .Whlch it owes much of the mi dness of the climate. Piney Woods Inn,han elegant new hotel. is now open. The ouse accommodates 200 guests. has all modern conveniences. sani- tary plumbing. electric lights. call bells. wide verandas. sun parlors. steam heat. etc. in fact Piney Woods Inn has been fitted up that guests may enioy the comforts of every day life at home at moderate rates. Plney Woods Inn is reached by the See» board Air Line. For terms. etc. addreSS. CHARLES ST. JOHN. (MANAGER). Southern Pines. N. 0. DAILY FREIGHT. LINE BETWEEN NORWALK. _ so. NORWALK AND NEW YORK. Prapellers City of Norwalk, Vulcan and Eagle. Leave N orwalk at 5 p. In. Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. 111. Leave New York, Pier 23, E. R., Beekman St., 5 p m, AANTNAL NATIONAL BANK, :46 WALL ST., N URWALK. NUORPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876. Arl'l‘AL, - - - - - - 3100.000 pun M. HOLMES, President. . Ii. Berna. Vice-President. WILLIAM A. CURTIS, Cashier DIRECTORS : onus M. HOLMES, H. E. DANN, , L. CUNNINGHAM, J. T. Paowrr'r I. L. Berna. S. H. Bonmns J. Couers, J a. Discount Day, Saturday. Faitfield County National Bank. 44 Wall Street, Norwalk, Conn. INCORPORATED, 1824. Capital, $200,000 EDWIN 1(2)). KEELEB President. AVID H. ILLEB. Vice-President. . L. C. GREEN. Cashier DIRECTORS . EDWIN 0. KEELER, Mosns H. GLOVEB DAVID E MILLER, A. J. MEEKEB, 3- ar. JOHN Locxwoon, Tampons E. SMITH ERA COLE. CHAS F. TBIB’I‘BLM. Accounts of Manufacturers, Merchants and lud1v1duals solicite . Safe Deposit Boxes free to Depositors. quKWOUDIQ LIGHT PARCEL and - f PACKAGE DELIVEBYi about) rates, Will also take orders for mes- senger service in New York. Goods called or and dehyered to all arts of' the town, Orders received atE P eed’s Drug Store 38 "9.1: Street. With telephone connection un- ““' o n. Lockwoon. a" ‘ THE EVENING“GAZ*ETTE‘ " Highest of all in Leavening Power.;Latest U.‘ S. Gov’t Report THE TROUBLES or JONES. . I am Thomas Jones, of the. Limes, Hatchington Green, Hatchington, the celebrated Jones, though I say it my— self—J ones, .the solicitor, at the. corner house on the Green, the great Jones, whom everybody knows. I state this as a simple truth. I am not a vain man; if I feel that I am su- perior to all the other J oneses in Hatch- ington, that is a natural opinion—and my own private opinion—which I am not likely to thrust upon the attention of my fellow-creatures. Heaven for- bid! . Jones is not an uncommon name, and one must infallibly encounter other Joneses in the course of one’s pilgrimage through the world, and be taken for those other J oneses at times in the newspapers, no matter what objectionable proceedings, civil, uncivil or criminal, those other Joneses may have been up to. That is the excessively awkward part of it, and that accounts for the story I am about to relate as graphically as my powers will allow. My enemies—and all remarkable men have their enemies—will tell you an- _ other kind of story. “A water—on-the- brain kind of man.” “a swelled-head sort of fellow,” my enemies have been heard to whisper of me; but I am above their petty cal monies—far away on the mountain tops above them. And now “for the other Jones, who must come and pitch his tent on Hatch- ington Green also, or rather in a little trumpery house just around the cor- ner of the Green. Mr. Timothy J ones arrived at the lit- tle corner house, and began business there as a minor poet. I came across his name sometimes in the neWspa— pers, and once across his portrait, size of a postage stamp, at the top of opera- graph of a half—penny evening newspa— per, and the exact image of a sooty J aok Sheppard, without the fringe, a. men- strous picture, and labeled “T. Jones, of Hatchington Green.” . “Don’t think a great deal of your husband’s portrait in the Evening Per- iwinkle,” one of my wife‘s friends wrote to Mrs. Thomas Jones; “very unlike him, especially about the nose. I am surprised to find that your hus- band is a. poet, too.” If I had wanted to write poetry I could have turned off reams of rhyme, I dare say. I consider to be confounded with the man at the corner in the Even- ing Periwinkle was my first humiliat- ing blow. Presently it came. to packets of proofs being left at my house by the mistakes of blundering postmen, and then to important letters of mine going to his house, and his trumpery correspond- ence coming to mine. Once this Timothy Jones called on me to inquire if 1 had taken in a. New Zealand leg of mutton by mistake; it should have reached him from London- hall market by 12 noon. He was a civil enough young fellow, was Timothy Jones, but overccnfident. 1 was glad to put him in his place, now that the opportunity had presented itself. “No, sir; we do not deal in New Zealand mutton here,” I explained. Mrs. Jones has an insuperablc objec~ tion to cheap meats, and your mutton would not have been allowed to come into the house.” All this was very aggravating to me; still more aggravating when I found that my servants had taken the New Zealand mutton in after all. It had come by carrier’s cart and the other Jones had not suggested itself to the . servant-5' minds. And there it was discovered on our premises at five in the afternoon, and I had heard Timothy Jones say that his dinner was fixed for six. I sent the mutton. around by the page, and as Mrs. Thomas Jones thought it was our duty to apologize I followed the mutton when it had got a. good way upon the road—out of sight and smell. Timothy Jones was out, so I saw Mrs. Timothy Jones, a pretty little woman enough, with too much of a smile, per- haps. I made my apology deliberate- l y and formally, and 1 think that she was impressed by it. She hoped that I had not troubled myself to bring the mutton around—- great Heavensl—it was of no conse- quence now, as another joint had been procured from the local butcher, and so forth. Mrs. Timothy Jones offered to shake hands with me, which I thought a. rather familiar proceeding. But I shook hands, and I actually kissed that sticky boy and wished—odd that. was—- that there were three such children running about that. big house of mine. A few weeks later came the great source of annoyance, even of shame— just as if it were any fault of my own! There is published on Saturday in Hatchington a weekly paper principal- ly consisting of advertisements, cribs from other papers, local news and ran— dom readings. 1 never looked at the rag, and therefore its startling poster outside the office door failed to catch my eye; but on the station, whilst wait- ing for my customary train to town, I was considerably astonished to see in huge Brobdingnagian capitals: THE MISSING LADY. : Mysterious Disappearance of Mrs. T. 5 j J ones, of Hatchington Green. _ You might have knocked me down with a feather—it seemed so remarka- bly lifelike and homelike. For a. min- ute or two I forgot about the other Jones and sat dowu with a swimming in my head and a. general feeling of “sinks.” It was a. ridiculous sensation. Pres- ently I found myself feeling sorry for the other Jones and wondering what} had happened to that bright-faced, cheery little woman'I had called upon with my apologies. And those three children—two girls and the sticky boy ——what were they doing without a mother’s skirt to hang on to? That was all a sickly sentimentality . of feeling, and it was quickly dissipated by Riginald Chips—young Chips of the war office—~43. stuck-up individual with whom I travel to towu every morning. I hate Chips to this day, mind you. “Here’s the train—jump into this carriage—all the people are staring at you, and no wonder, poor fellow. It must be a great blow to you.” “What is the great blow ‘2” “Your wife’s running away,” he gobbled on. “It’s no use evading the question, with that infernal poster all over Hatchington. Here you are—jump in,” he said, opening the door of a. first-class carriage. I Was boiling with rage, but I let- him foster his absurd delusion,. intending to crush his monstrous and silly fancies into powder when we were in the car- riage together. The idea of Mrs. Thomas Jones run- ning away from me! , “Now, tell me,” said Chips, when the train had begun to move and his red- liot paw had clasped mine in his solici- tude, “when did you first suspect Parker ?” “Parker—what. the—” “Don’t get excited, there’s a. good fel- low,” he interrupted. “The only thing is to take these matters dispassionately, coolly, with the sangfroid of aman of the world—to consider that, after all, it is the best—a good riddance of a bad wife, and so look the future boldly in the face.” “Perdition! ” “The Hatchington Post has treated the affair very delicately, no allusion to Parker whatever,” he ran on, “but of course we have all noticed—why, you must have noticed yourself—how extra attentive Parker has been to your wife all summer. ‘How old’—-I beg your pardon—‘how Mr. Jones can stand that doctor fellow sneaking and simpering over his young wife, the Lord knows,’ I have said half a. dozen times or more. I should have told you, but no one likes to interfere in such matters too hastily.” “You-you—officious and blithering jackass!" I shouted out at last, “you impertinent addlepate, you silly idiot of the deepest dye—it isn’t my wife. It’s Timothy Jones’ wife, round the corner!” “What, Jones the poet ?” “Yes; there’s no other Jones, is there? And my wife is at home—and is always at home, and what. do you mean by her simpering and smirking with Parker?—our medical man—do y-y-you dare to insinuate that there is anything wrong between my wife and him? You’ll have to pay heavy dam- ages for this libel, sir—thundering heavy damages—see if you don’t! ” “Parker’s gone, too, you know,” Chips gasped out feebly, “and—oh, dear—with the other Mrs. Jones, then? I never thought of that. God bless my soul, what a mix-up! I was sure it was your wife who had bolted. I am sorry —I mean, my dear fellow, I congratu- late you heartily that the rumor as regards yourself is entirely false—I do, indeed!” I was unhappy in that office through thinking of Parker and my wife, who was younger than I by two-and-twenty years. The green-eyed monster took posses- sion of me and stuck its claws into my heart. What right had that Chips to tell me. that Mrs. Thomas Jones was “carrying on” with Dr. Parker? And then I thought of Mrs. Timothy Jones and felt sorry for Timothy Jones and wondered what had become of those two rosy-faced girls and that fat, sticky boy, and, presto, once more into the foreground stalked that abomin- able suspicion that Chips had had of my wife. I met Timothy Jones in the down train. and we were both “down” enough to match. He had a copy of the Hatch- inglon Post in his hand. He was trav- m-ling third-class, but I got into the some carriage with him, and disregard- cd any thou g-ht of “appearances” in my impulse to converse with him. “Mr. Jones,” '1 said, “I am extremely sorry to hear the news.” “We haven’t got any news, Mr. Jones,” he said quite sharply in reply. “That’s the worst of it.” “Have—have you heard anything of Parker?” I inqured. “What do you mean ?” “I—I don’t know. But I heard that Parker—3' “You mean Parker, the surgeon?” “Yes.” “To tell you the truth, he went away on his honeymoon, quietly, last. week. He‘s a friend of mine. There will be an account of the wedding at his father’s in town in the next number of this in- fernal Post.” “Oh, will there? But—don’t. you sus- pect—” “Mr. Jones, I suspect nothings—only that the editor of this paper is an in- fernal and meddlesome fool! My wife has been missing several days, but that’s no reason why he should make a scncatlon of it with his innuendoes, and ‘a. gentleman missing from Hatch- ington at the same time,’ and all that nonsense, for which I shall have great pleasure in. pulling his hooked nose in the course of the evening. No, no, something has happened to her, sir. That’s the dreadful thought and cer- tainty.” ' -. And so something had happened. Mrs. Timothy Jones had gone to Lon- don, fallen in the street, broken her ankle, been picked up insensible, and her message togher husband had not been delivered to him by the hospital authorities. . The second message was awaiting Timothy at home that very evening, however, and he came round to my house to tell me, and I was very glad to see him, and to hear that his wife was going on very favorably, indeed. I was sitting With Mns. Timothy Jones in the drawing-room when he came in. _‘ We were talking about Parker’s marriage, I remember.—-Holly - Leaves. TIGER LOOSE IN A DAIRY. Surprise of a Thirsty Bull When the Big Cat “Woughed” in His Face. There was considerable excitement at Mysore recently. One of the rmahara‘jah’s tigers got. loose and was not recaptured for over 48 hours. Allowing tigers and other wild animals to escape out of confinement seems a common event in Mysore. During the time of the late maharajah one got. out of his cage in the menagerie, and also during his father’s reign a. tiger leafed all over the fort a whole day, going in and out of people’s houses, but strange to say, on none of these occasions has anyone been injured. The tiger in the present instance is one which is kept by his highness’ dairy to keep away the “evil eye” from the cattle. He was netted for Lord Lans- downe to shoot when his excellency visited Mysore a few years ago and is a splendid brute. The. dairy is a. very large yard, with open sheds all round, in which the cattle are tied, the tiger’s cage being close to one end and a foun- tain near the other. The tiger got out about seven p. m. and calmly strolled around, the place being full of cattle and people at the time; but,fortunate— 1y. he had no desire whatever,to taste stall-fed beef, or Hindoo either, al— though he passed within a few feet of th cows and the men, and after exam- ining them all quietly lay down by the fountain. By nine o’clock a. couple of elephants brought down the nets and a cordon was run around the place, preventing the tiger escaping or getting at the cattle, when two rather amusing inci- dents occurred. A cow managed to get into the yard, and after skipping about for some time rushed= into a. part of the net closest to the tiger; and for some time struggled frantically to get loose. Every one fully expected that the cow would be killed. Finally, however, a. number of men went out and held the wretched animal down and removed the net. Hardly was this over when a. splendid stud bull got over a part of the net which had fallen down,and after careening abouttheyard just as the cow had done, rushed right up to the foun- tain and dipped his nose into the wa- ter. Evidently he had no idea. the tiger was there or he would never have gone up in the style he did. However, after drinking, he looked up, when the tiger, who could not have been more than a few feet away, “woughed” in his face, and the way that bull went away after that did one’s heart good to see. These were two grand opportunities for witnessing “how the tiger seizes his prey,” particularly as there were several sportsmen about, but unfortu- nately it was not to be. After worrying the poor brute for two days and two nights, during which time he got into the not once, he quiet- ly walked into his cage and was shut up. The cool and indifferent way in ' which Bassapali Urs’ fossilized hunt- ers, with their fearfully and wonder- fully made hundooks, walked up and down past the ti ger was most amusing. What theywould have done in the event ”souvenir puns § of the tiger making for one of them it- is hard to tell. The claws have grown into the pads of the tiger, and the wretched animal seems to be suffering great pain. Had it. not been for this there would doubtless have been a. very different tale to tell.— Asian. SOU RCES OF CONTAGION. The Breath of Sick Persons Laden with Deadly Germs. A littlegiri, six years of ‘a’ge, was taken by her mother into a-street car. The car was Crowded, and a delicate— looking man lifted the little one to his knees. She sat there a. moment, then slid down and clung to her mother’s, skirts. After they had left the car, she said: “Mamma, I couldn’t sit there; that man breathed in my face and made me sick." For days afterward she complained that she could not get. that dreadful taste out of her month. In due time she was attacked with typhoid fever and died. There was no question whatever in ihe mind of the physician that the man who took the child up was in the first stages of typhoid. Believing that this disease could be transmitted by the breath, he took pains to make. experi- ments. A sufferer from typhoid breathed a number of times into a glass vessel containing sterilized water. From this water cultures were made, and the true typhoid bacilli developed in enor- mous quantities. It is generally supposed that typhoid is due to contaminated water, but ex- periments of this sort have made it cer- tain that the breath, especially if thrown out suddenly as by coughing, is likely to be laden with the deadly germs. Indeed, physicians are becom- ing well satisfied that the lungs are con- stantly at work trying to extract from me blood and throw out all poisonous ingredients. This being the case, those who inhale the breath of a person suf- fering from almost any disease are liable to receive the germs and become infected with the same malady—N. Y. Ledger. At Least Something. His highness condescends to take part in a bowling evening of the “Social Brothers.” He throws a ball which hits nothing. As the prince is near-sighted, he asks: “Well, how many is it?” Painful silence. At last the president makes a desperate effort and says, with a. deep bow: “Your highness, two of the 'pins—wobbled! ”—Fliegende Blat- ter. / A HISTORY OF CUBA. Spain colonized the island in 1511. In 1534 and again in 1554 Havana. Was destroyed by the French. Matanzas was the first city to fall into the hands of the insurgents. Cruelty and injustice to the natives has always been the creed of the Span— iards. The present revolution began Febru- ary 24, 1895, when the republic was pro— claimed by Marti. ' In 1848 President Polk offered. Spain $1,000,000 for the island, which offer -was refused. The constitution of Cuba, modeled on‘ that of the United States, was adopted September 23, 1895. The revolution of 1868 lasted ten years before Spain succeeded in compromis- ing by promising Ireforms. A triangular blue union, having a single star and five stripes, three- of red and two of white, is the flag of the re- public. Very little reliable news of the pres- ent insurrection can be obtained, ow- ing to the censorship of the press and the mendacity of the leaders of both sides. . The first serious revolution took place in- 1848, under the leadership of Narciso Lopez, who in 1851 repeated his attempts to free the island from Spanish control. FOR STUDENTS OF NATURE. The tail of the fish was the first rude der, and also, it may be added, the first screw propeller. Anyone watching the movement of fishes’ tails while swim- ming will be struck with the resem— blance to those of a. screw propeller. The first trap door was made by a. species of African spider which has its nest in the ground, and closes the en- trance by means of a. trap door opening outwardly and covered with bits of earth and grass in order to escape ob- servation. The tailor wasp, when needing a. piece of leaf to line its nest, always cuts its pattern in an exact circle. These wasps have often been watched, but have never been known to mistake the size, to cut the pattern over again, or to spoil a. leaf. The first hammer was a. stone used by, a. monkey to crack nuts. Darwin, in. his story of the cruise of the Challenger, tells of a monkey on board that vessel which used a. stone for this purpose, afterward concealing its implement in the straw of its cage. A POINTE Is your plate glass or safe insured? If not, call on use and I will write you a. policy in the Mutual Plate Claus and Safe Insur- ance Company. Glass will break and burglars use dynamite. n Case of Fire You should be insured. A policy in the Reliance 0i Philadelphi Phoenix ,of Hartford; Scotland Union of Scotland; New Hampshire of" Manchester; Rochester German of Rochester; United States and Pacific of New York; Security of New Hampshire or Granite State of Ports- mouth will protect you against the fire fiend. W. H. BYINGT©N, Real Estate and General Insurance, ROOM. 1, ‘GAZETTE BUILDING LOANS NEGOTIATED AND INVESTMENTS MADE.- —-—_C0RRESP0NDENCE SOL/CITED
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