THE E VENING eA‘ZET'I E Agony The wonderful cure 1 elated below 18 by no means unusual with Hood‘s Sar- saparilla. This gIeat medicine has given health to suffering children, even when health seemedC impossible. The secret of its success is that it puri- fies, vitalizes and enriches the blood. “I wish to tell of a wonderful cure eflected by Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Five years ago my little boy. was sudden- ly seized with a severe lameness, appar- ently in his right knee, which some phy< sicians said was rheumatism, while others said it was hip disease and that it was lncu‘rahle ‘During the next winter and spring he l became rapidly worse. We took Jimmie : to a specialist, who said it was hip disease. At this time the affliction became so . severe that we could not move him with- gout causing screams of agony. He be- came reduced in weight to 30 pounds, and l was but a shadow of his former self. we ' had about given up hope when we read of a cure by Hood’s Sarsaparilla of a similar 'case. We resplved to try this medicine. f Jimmie was decidedly improved after ; taking the first bottle. He was even Better after the second. .We have since used over a dozen bottles of the medicine, and . the change has exceeded our expectations. "James is now able to walk without the paid of crutches and goes to school every ' day. He has been wonderfully cured ’ by Hood’s Sarsaparilla.” J. 0. RUNDELL, ’k‘re’y, MiChigan. . Druggist C. C. Tubbs says he knows the iBundell boy has been wonderfully Cured by Hood’s Sarsaparilla and that Mr. Run- dell is thoroughly reliable. He has a good sale of Hood’s Sarsaparilla and Hood’s yPl'lls, both of which are giving 'perfect satisfaction. He says'Hood’s Pills seem to be the coming family cathartic. N. B. If you decide to take Hood’s Sar- saparilla do not be induced to buy any other. Insist upon Hood’s, because Hood’s Sarsaparilla- Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1. Prepared by C. I. 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Goods called u. and delivered to 9.11)] urders received at E.P Drug Store. .9 Wall Street, with telephone connection un- " "3° o, E. Lockwoon. pvrts of the town.- eed’s NO HURRY. The way some folks puts things 03 beats cre- , ation. Now there was Cy Lunt had a likely pup, And as he had no other occurpation, He lowed he'd kind of train the critter up Now, this yere pup was blooded, reg ’lar pointer: If he'd bin trained—pshawl things hum; And Cy,.hc always said, he wuz a-goin' ter Train him, when he had rested jest a crumb. ‘ ' He‘d a made Squire Jones kept pigeons, an' it made him madder Than a March hare, to see that pointer prance A yelpin’ through the pasture for their shad- er, ‘ An' never give the flyin’ birds a glance. Nigh on four year Cy had that dog, intendin' ’l‘o edercate him. cz he would a child; Till folks said: “5th he‘ ll never be wuth leudin‘, ” For uéefulness he wuz entirely spiled Now one thing seems to me still wus, an’ sad- Than that the dog was 'lowed ter take false scent— That is his master hankered for some shad- der Instead of his work the Almighty meant. —Arthur Howard Hall, in Detroit Free Press. MRS. BUSBY’S IDOLS. BY HOPE DARING. _ Mr. Joseph Busby eyed the .sky as he leisurely Walked from the barn to the house. The morning sun was veiled by a fleecy mist, while" low in the southwest a bank of dark gray clouds was visible. ' After his prolonged scrutiny, Mr. Busby pondered the matter. It was not until he had washed his hands and face on the back kitchen porch and en- tered the room where his wife was taking up the breakfast, that he said: “’Pears like it might rain.” “That is what you always say if there’s a. cloud in 'the sky,” Mrs. Busby said tartly. “I’ll thank you to lift that boiler on, just the same.” “Goen to wash? It s most certain to rain.’ “Let it rain. I haven’ t any patience with such weather.” and Mrs, Busby rushed down cellar after a. pitcher of cream. Her husband never hurried. He put the boiler carefully on the stove, built up a good fire, and, in Obedience to a gesture from his wife, took his place at the table. Mr. Busby always thought before he spoke. This time, after a brief but can nest blessing, he devoted himself to 118.111, eggs and potatoes for five min- utes before saying in his usual drawl- ing voice: “That was a powerful sermon of the elder yisterday, Mirandy. I always thought that text about Ephraim been jined to his idols might apply to some of us. Most everybody has idols of some sort or other.” Mrs. Busby stirred her golden brown coffee reflectively. “Perhaps so. I hope the people who needs it took Mr. Ranton’ s fine application. As for me I once had an idol, but God took it.” There was a. pause. The thoughts of both husband and wife traveled to the parlor where hung the picture of a child, a. w ee maiden with laughing blue eyes and dimpled arms. It was the picture of little Leah, their only child, whose death twenty years before had left the old farm home desolate. Mr. Busby’s heart was too deeply stirred by memories of his child to speak. But when a. dash of rain came against the window pane his wife ex- claimed crossly: _ C. “There, it’s raining. And if I don’t wash Monday nothing goes right all the week.” "’Tain’t an idol,'is it, Mirandy?” The good man of the house pushed back from the table. “Now, it don’t seem Jest right to be so sot as you air on doen your work exactly as you want to. It ’pears to me it might be an idol.” "What an idea! Just look there, Joseph. See that dirty spot on the tablecloth where you’ve rubbed your old coat sleeve. This tablecloth was clean yesterday morning and now it must go in the wash, making three this week. I do wish you would be more careful.” “Why, now, Mirandy, I do try to be careful. I wish you would use colored tablecloths. I thought you bought some turkey red ones.” ' ‘ Yes, I did buy them,’ and a. look of disgust crossed the face opposite Mr. Busby. “But I want it understood I am not going to use ’em. I will work my fingers to the bone before I’ll set cloth,” and she stroked the glossy linen approvingly. "I know, Mirandy, but maybe that’s another idol. You see, you think a. sight of such things.” “Now, Joseph Busby, if you are go- ing to talk such nonsense as that you better get to work. Just see there. right for me to wash after all.” “Maybe so,” and . the eyes of the simple-hearted man softened as he looked through the east window at the sun-kissed young foliage from which the rain drops were yet falling. “Maybe so, Mirandy. You air an uncommon woman and have been a good wife to me for twenty-seven years. Yen hain’t got many idols, Mirandy, not half as many as I have. But this always thinken your way is best—" “See here, Joseph Busby,” there was an undertone of almost fierceness in her voice. “I think such twisting of the Scripturesjis sinful. If I have idols, I can tend to ’em, that’s all,” and Mrs. Busby strode into her bedroom and shut the door violently. When she returned to the kitchen she was in possession of the field. Joseph had gone to his work. “High time,” she sniffed; “idols, in- deed!” She put her clothes to seek, and car- rying her dishes into the pantry began washing them. Her thoughts were not pleasant ones; the frown on her face told that. The window before which she stood was covered with a thick growth of morning glOry vines. A few of the daintily twisted buds, unheeding the my table with anything but a. white - The sun is shining. 'So you see it was, threatening of storm, had opened their ' l. in at the flushed face 'of the w01 ker. But Mrs. Busby we .5 too bus y, too di :1- turbed by her husband’s words to no- tice thci1 beauty. “I don' t see what possessed Joseph to say that,” she said, as she began rubbing her clothes. “I gave up the only idol I ever had twenty years ago 1— ” She stopped abruptly. “Of course, it’s that letter,” she went on, aftera brief pause. “But he 1s wrong. It' 1s'n ’t idols that keep me from doing my—” Again she stopped. She had almost said duty. A week before a letter had come from a little town in Kansas to Mr. Rugby. The letter contained news of the death of Mrs. Emma. Hale, a dis- tant cousin of Joseph. Mrs. Hale was a. widow and left one child, a. boy, two years old. The writer, a. neighbor of the dead Woman, went on to say she cOuld care for the child no longer, and if his relatives did not come for him he would be sent to the poorhouse. Joseph pondei ed the matter :1 day ands. night. He then coolly‘ proposed sendingU for the child and. adopting it. His wife flatly refused. What—a. child, a'two- year old baby, to make litter on her clean floors and upset her orderly plan of life? .“You must be crazy, Joseph,” she said, severely. “If it was a. girl, now, and big enough to be out from under foot, I might think of it, But there hain’t no use talking about it.” Joseph Busby rarely opposed his wife, even in so small a matter as talk- ing when she bade him be silent. How- ever, this time he said: “We air growen old, Mirandy.~ The baby would be something to love us.” These words came back to Mrs. Bus- by as she bent over the wash tub. Did she and Joseph need something to love them? She thought of the' rambling old house with its many rooms, of the fertile acres surrounding it, and'of the comfortable bank account. Then her mind wandered to the distant ceme- tery where a white marble cross marked her baby’s graye. ~ “I couldn’t give Leah’s place to an- other,” she whispcrcd. “And yet he might make a. place for himself. Oh, my baby, I miss her still.” Withdrawmg her hands from the suds, Mrs. Busby crossed the sitting room and entered the parlor. N 0 one knew, not even her husband, how many troublesome questions , the mother settled before her child’s pic- ture. She opened the blinds and looked long and earnestly at the laughing baby face. “Do you want me to, dear?” she asked tearfully. '“Do you want me to take a noisy, troublesome boy into this home?‘ Is. it an idol, Leah, my want- ing everything so quiet and orderly?” her washing. The parlor blinds were closed and all things were as they had been excepting ,Mrs. Busby’s eyes; there was. a. new light in their gray depths. At half-past nine the last clothes were on the lines Returning from hanging them out, Mrs. - Busby found a. neighbor, Mr. Vance, at the door. ' "I’ve been down to the station,” he said, “and the 'eight o’clock train brought a baby for you, ,or Busby, rather.” “A what!” demanded Mrs. Busby, catching her breath. “A baby.” It was plain to see that Mr. Vance was enjoying the situation. visit brought it from Kansas. Said it belonged to some of Busby’s folks. She left it in care of the ticket agent and he sent it over by me. It’s down to the road in my wagon. and a trunk, too. The little fellow has cried most ever since the woman left him.” Mrs. Busby took down her green gingham sunbonnet and prepared to follow him out to the wagon without a. w01d. “ll as you expecting it?” Mr. Vance asked, somewhat disappointed at her quietness. “Not to-day,” she replied, briefly. It was a. plump, but tear-stained lit- tle face that met .her' eager gaze. There were great blue eyes, a rosy mouth. and closely-curling yellow hair. But the child was unmistakably dirty and began "crying' again in a. piteous fashion. ‘ Mrs. Busby held up her arms. “Come to auntie, dear,” she said coa-x- ingly. “You want some bread and milk. don’t you, and to see the dear little chickens?” ' At the same leisurely gait of the morning Mr. ‘Busby again traversed the path from the barn to the house. Miranda’s line of snowy clothes dry- ing in thesun brought to his mind the conversation of the morning, but he expected no reference to it from his wife. A surprise awaited him. The table was laid for three, and at the guest’s place stood a. clumsy little high chair that for twenty years had stood empty in an uppe1 10.0m And on the floor sat ao ohappv faced child surrounded by clothes- -pins, empty bottles, a disused candlestick and a. like collection .of impromptu play- things. . “Who—who' 15 that, Mirandy?” “Joey .Hale Busby,” was Miranda’s prompt reply, and picking up the child she put it in her husband’s arms. “There, Joey dear, make friends with Uncle Joseph. He is'the dearest little fellow,” she went on. “so cunning and not a. bit afraid.” “But I don’t understand,” and Joseph Busby’s arms closed tenderly around the little orphan. The story was so'on told. “Of course, we’ll keep him, and do the best we can by him,” Mrs. Busby said by way of conclusion. “Dinner' 15 ready and the green peas and custard pie will taste good to little Joey. l guess you were right ’bout my idols, Joseph,” stopping to fasten a towel around the child’s neck in lieu ofa. bib, “but they are overthrown. 'Now I’ll try and not make an idol of J oeyi” “You air a. remarkable woman, Mir- andy,” Mr. Busby said, wiping his eyes. “I have always said you was a remarkable woman, and I’m a. leetle afraid I am maken an idol of you. ”— N. Y. Obselver. pink, clue and white cups and pared . Ten minutes later she was back at _ “A woman who was going east on a"- THE BLASPHEMER. A Sketch of Character on the Canadian Frontier. '_ Appalllng Utterances of 3 Rough Traveler Who Defies the Priest and Refuses His Holy Offices—A Start- ling Incident. “Sacrez men baptemel” “What did he say?”'asked the little chemist, ste’pping from his doorway. “He cursed his baptism,” answered tall Medallion, the English auctioneer“, pushing his way farther into' the crowd. “Ah, the pitiful vaurien!” said the little Chemist’s wife, shudderingly; for that was an oath not to be endured by anyone who called the church mother. The crowd that had gathered at the Four Corners were greatly disturbed, for they also felt the repulsion that possessed the little Chemist's wife. They babbled, shook their heads and waved their hands excitedly, and swayed and craned their necks to see the offend or. All at once his voice, mad with rage, was heard above the rest, shouting frenziedly a curse which was ahorribly grotesque blasphemy upon the name of God. Men who had used that oath in their insane anger had been known to commit suicide out of remorse after- words. For a. momentxthere was a, painful hush. The crowd drew back involun- tarily and left a. clear space, in which stood the~ blasphemer, a middle-sized, athletic fellow, with black beard, thick, waving hair, and flashing brown eyes. l-lis white teeth were showing now :in a .sna'rl like a dog’s, his cap was on the ground, his hair was tumbled, his hands were twitching with passion, his foot was stamping with fury, and every time it struck the ground a little silver bell rang at his knee, :1 pretty sylvan sound, in no keeping with the scene. heightened the distress of the fellow’s blasphemy and ungovernable anger. For a man to curse his baptism was a. tearful thing; but the other oath was not fit for human ears, and horror held the crowd moveless for a moment. Then, as suddenly as the stillness came, a. low, threatening mumble of voices rose, and a movement to close in on the man was made; but. a figure pushed through the crowd, and, stand— ing in front of the man, waved the peo- ple back. It was the cure, the beloved M. Fabre, whose life had been spent among them, whom they obeyed as well as they could; .for they were but frail humanity, after all, crude, simple folk, touched with imagination. “Luc Pomfreite, why have you done this? thu-t provocation had you?” The curc’s voice was stem and cold, his usually gentle face had become se: vere. his soft eyes were piercing and determined. The foot of the man still beat the .ground angrily, and,the little bell kept tinkling. He, was gasping with pas- sion, and he did not answer yet. “Luc Pomfrcttc, what have you to say?” asked the cure again. He mo- ti-oned back Ardenne, the con-stable, of the parish, who had suddenly appeared with a rusty rifle and .1. more rusty pair of handcufis. Still the voyageur did not answer. I' i * * i i '1' “The blasphemy is horrible, a shame and stigma upon Pontiac forever.” He looked Pomfrette in the face. “Foul- mouthcd and wicked man, it is two years since y ou took the blessed sacra- 1ne-nt.Last Easter day y on were in a. drunken sleep while high mass w as be- ing said; after the funeral of your own father you were drunk again. ‘Vhen you went away to the w oods you never left a penny for candles, nor for masses to be said for your father’s soul; yet you sold his 1101 so and his little house, and spent the money in drink. Not a. cent for a. candle, but—” “It’s a lie! ” cried Pomfrette, shaking with rage from head to foot. A long horror-stricken “Ah!” broke from the crowd. The cure’s face became graver and colder. “You have a bad heart,” he answered, “and you give us an evil name. I com- mand you to come to mass next Sunday to repent and to hear 'your penance given from the altar. For until—” “I’ll go to no mass till I’m carried to i,t ” was the sullen, malevolent inter- ruption. The cure turned upon the people. “This is a blasphemcr, an evil- heart- cd, shameless man,” he said. “Until he repents humbly, and bows his vicious spirit to holy church, and his heart to the mercy of God, I command you to avoid him as you would a plague. I command that no door be open to him; that no one offer him comfort. or friendship; that not even a hen jour or a bon soir pass between you, He has blasphemcd against our Father in Ileaven;‘he is a leper.” He turned to Pomfrette. “I pray Godthat yOu have no peace in mind or body till your evil life is changed, and your black heart is broken by sorrow and repentance.” Then to the people he said again: “I have commanded you for your souls’ sake; see that you obey. Go to your homes. Let us leave the leper—alone.” lle waved the awed crowd back—Gil- bert- Parker, in Century. Valuable Books. The library at Yale college has been very fortunate to obtain the valuable private collection of books owned by the late Prof. Rudolph Von Gueist, of the University of Berlin. Yale’s success in acquiring this collection seems to have been due tothe efforts of Prof. Farnam, who cabled for the prize and secured it 011 his own responsibility. —Chicago Tribune. Chesapeake Oyster Beds. The Chesapeake oyster bedsare rapid- ly diminishing in productiveness F ift-een years ago they furnis hId about 0, etc, (100 bushels of 0;, sters annually. The product. this year will not be more than 5.000,000 bushels—Chicago Inter )ccnn. ' ‘l l . smaller nation. It 5 eLI'MPSE AT: THE CHINESE. A Resident of Shanghai Tells of Their Failings and Virtues. A very handsome and distinguished- looking gentleman is Mr. Francis'W. Harrell, a. former citizen of Virginia, but now a resident of Shanghai, China, .who, with his wife, is visiting Wash- ington. Mr. Harrell lived for six years in Japan, occupying the chair of Eng- ' lish in the leading university of that country, and there he met his future wife, who was the first. child of white parents born in the mikado’s domin— ions. Mrs. Harrell not only speaks Japanese like a. native, but she is pro- foundly versed in the literature of the country. Mr. Harrell is now connected with the great shipping'firm of N. J. Robinson & Co., and he comes to the United States to contract for some high—power guns, to be used by the Chinese in defending several of their important rivers. “The Chinese government,” sa: (1 he, " “is in- a. bad way, and any organized effort to overthrow it, if backed by a few capable and determined leaders, would doubtless be specessful. The present dynasty is very unpopular, and a great many people were glad lusc-uuse of its humiliation by time Japanese. The despotic rule of the mand-arms has deadcned' all patriotic feeling. They are non-progressive as well as tvran- nical, and block the ways to the open- ing of the empire to railroads, tele- graph lines and all other accompani- ments of civilization As long as the masses can.be kept 1'11 ignorance their power and prest: go “‘2 ll be secuie. The Hl'llldal ms incited‘ the Iowa classes to the recent massacre of the mission- aries, but the instigators wene shrewd enough to escape punishment them— selves.” “But it will not do to underrate the Chinese because of their defeat by a» With proper military organization they would prove a. for— midable foe to any power on earth. The men are brave, and they only need training to become first-class soldiers. “As a. business people they are far ; ’Dumls home 1fdes1red. is: superior to the Japanese. When :1. Chi- nese merchant gives his word it sacred; there is no. use in putting a contract in writing when dealing with them, and if in rare cases one defauh's, his relatives or friends cheerfully com- ply with the obligation. On the con- trary, the J aps will? break their word whenever self-interest dictates, and the only way to deal with them is by writ- ten instruments. clever, but lacking in the solid and en- during quulitics of the Chinese. “Shanghai is one of the most beau- tiful and well-kept cities of the east, and well deserves the title of ‘Littlc Paris.’ In some ways it is the most peculiar city on earth. The natives have a. government of their own, and the foreigners are allowed to govern themselves. There are large colonies of English, Americans; French and Germans. - ' “The prestige of‘Li Hung Chang has greatly gone down of late, and the coming man of the empire is Chang Chi Chung, Viceroy of Nankin. He is enthusiastic on the subject of organ- ‘ izing a great a1my after the German system, and when he accomplishes his purpose he could put himself at the head of the empire trouble.”—VVashington Post. ORIGIN OF THE ROSE. Queen of Flowers Is of Ancient Lineage- and, Distinguished History. Some indication of the origin of the rose, both in time and ‘in country, is probably given in its name. This un- which is now agreed to be, in the wider sense, oriental, not Greek. But to which of the two great. families of language it belongs is less certain. tains it to be Iranian—that is, of the Aryan family—of the older tongue of Persia. and Bactria; and Persia might unquestionably put strong claims to be the true native country of the rose. But Prof. Skeet, who has the majority of modern authorities on his side, de— clares it to be a pure Semitic word—the Arabic “ward,” a flowering shrub, thus denoting the flower of flowers par ex- cellence. It is worth noticing that the Persian word “gul” similarly meant at first only a perfumed flower, but has come to be used of the rose alone. “Ut rosa.flos florum sic est domnits ista domorum” is the ‘emphatic way in which the inscription over the, lovely chapter—house at York claims it as being the very flower of architecture. But theories, however, of the name agree with all other indications that we can trace in placing the original home of the rose, much as that of our earliest forefathers, in the central or western central district of Asia; but,,instead of spreading only in a. westerly direction, the rose took, apparently, a more catholic view of the earth, and ex- panded impartially east and west, with- out showing any reluctance about. longi- tude, while (lisliking the more violent changes of temperature implied by an extension of latitude. It has been found by travelers as far south as byssinia in one hemisphere and Mex- ico in the other; but it never seems, voluntarily, to come very near to the equator. Nort-hward, however, 110th— ing seems to step it, since it has con- queied Iceland, Greenland and Kamt— chatka. “In Iceland, so (in)fertile in vegeta- tion that in some parts the natives are compelled to feed their horses, sheep and oxen on dried fish, we find the rosa rubiginosa, with its pale, solitary, cup- shaped flowers; and in Lapland. bloom- ing almost under the snows of that severe climate, the natives seeking mosses and lichens for their reindeer find the roses ma-ialis and rubella, the former of which, brilliant in color and of a. sweet perfume, enlivens the drcari- ness of Norway, Denmark and Sweden. ” ' ~—Quarte1 ly Rev 1ew. —Where lives the man that has not tried how _mirth can'into folly glide, and folly into sin?~—Scott. ' l They are bright and . without any ' . 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CUNNINGHAM, a: L. Berna. H. E. Dams, J. T. Paowrr'r J. CeUSINs.IJR. ’ Ulscuunl Bay, Saturdal- 1111qu no 0111111111. We are sole owners in this country of a new substance, made in Europe, for dry cleaning. ‘which prevents goods from shrinking and 'b1"1ngs out the colorings clean and bright. We guarantee our new black d} e not to ' crock on all wool or silk. Curtains and Blankets laundered by hand. 3and without the use of injurious chemicals. We will steie them free of charge during the summer months. lfienls’ Clothes cleaned and Eye! doubtedly comes to us through the , Latin from the Greek “rodon,” a. word ' AT SHORT NOTICE. Genls’Suils Spenged & Pressedflfil Heyn main- ' F. C. TOCQU E, Broad River, Norwalk. Having pui chased the Market ctE J. - . 'WAD'HAMS, I have WADIMMS HAS SOLD OUT- 1'cstcclce1l the same “ith' Mtats, Eiah Vegetables and 'Can- ned. gcods, and Fe.» licit a share of ' ytur patronage. 1111111113 E. 301111111111,»— 2 I Wall Street. WILLIAM s. KEMP, Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder, 34- West Main St... NorWalK. Mr Kemp has been a carpenter and builder in Norwals for the past 25 y ears, and refers to own: rs of buildings erected under his super- V1sion as to workmanship. THE ANDREW J. tutu} llamasle‘atl The subscriber, executor of the will of A11- d1 cw J. Lrofut. deceased. ursuant to author- ity given by said will, wi 1 offer for sale at public auction to the highest bidder. on Wed- . nesday. April 22, 1896, at 2 o ’,cloek P. M. (unless previOusly disposed of at private sale), the valuable real estate known a s the homeste d owned and occupied by Andrew J. Crofut at the time of his decease. Said real estate con- sists of a tract of land about 137 feet in front on West avenue, in the city of South Norwalk, Conn. and about 214 feet in depth, with a large modern built dwelling house. with all conveniences. containing 15 roams. l‘ lso a fine barn on a spur of land adjoining and fronting on a side street. The roperty is Within five minutes walk of the c urches. near the schools, and one quarter of a mile f1 cm the South Norwalk railway station. Sal e to take place on the premises Terms and conditions made known at time of sale. Dated at- South Norwalk, April 11.1896. 1113- St ACOB M. LAYTON, Executor l, S. H. Honuas ,
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