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FARMER ELI’S VACATION.
EBY ALICE BROWN.
“It don’t seem as if we’d really got
round to it, does it, father?” asked
Mrs. Pike. ». .
The west was paling, and the August
insects stirred the air with their croon-
' ing chirp. Eli and his wife sat to-
gether on the washing bench outside
the back door, waiting for the milk to
cool before it should be strained. She
was a large; comfortable woman, with
an unlined face, and smooth, fine au-
burn hair; he was spare and somewhat
bent, with curly iron-gray locks, grow-
ing thin, and crow’s feet about his deep-
set gray eyes. He had been smoking
the pipe of twilight contentment, but
now he took it out and laid it on the
bench beside him.
“No; it don’t seem as if ’twas goin’
to happen,” he owned. “It looked
pretty dark to me all last Week. It’s a
good deal of an undertakin’, come to
think it all over. I dunno’s I care
about goin’.”
“Why, father! After you’ve thought
about it so many years, an’ Sereno’s
got the tents strapped up, an’ all! You
must be crazy!”
“Well,” said the farmer, gently, as
he arose and went t6 carry the milk
pails into the pantry, calling coaxing-
1y, as he did so: “Kitty! kitty! You
had your milk. Don’t you joggle, now!”
Mrs. Pike came ponderously to her
feet, and followed, with a heavy, sway-
ing motion of one grown fleshy and
rheumatic. She was not in the least
concerned about Eli’s change of mood.
He was a gentle soul, and she had al-
ways been able to guide him in paths
of her own choosing. Moreover, the
present undertaking was one involv-
ing his own, good fortune, and she
meant to tolerate no foolish scruples
which might interfere with its result.
For Eli, though. he had lived all his
life within easy driving distance of the
ocean, had never seen it, and ever
since his boyhood he had cherished one
darling plan—some day he would go
to the shore and camp out there fer a
week. This, in his starved imagina-
tion, was like a dream of the Acropolis
to an artist stricken blind, or as moun-
tain outlines to the dweller in a. lone-
ly plain. But the years had flitted
past, and the dream never seemed
nearer completion. There was always
planting, haying and harvesting to be
considered; and though he was fairly
prosperous excursions were foreign to
his simple habit of life. But at last
his wife had stepped into the van and
organized an expedition with all the
valor of a. Francis Drake.
“Now, don’t say one word, father,”
she had said. “We’re goin’ down to
the beach, Sereno, an’ Hattie, an’ you
an’ me, an’ we’re goin’ to camp out.”
For days before the date of the ex-
ciirsion Eli had been solemn and trem~
’ ulous, as with joy; but now, on the
eve of the great event, he shrank back
from it, with an undefined notion that
it was like death, and that he was not
prepared. Next morning, however,
when they all rose and took their early
breakfast, preparatory to starting at
five, he showed no sign of indecision,
and even went about his outdoor tasks
with an alacrity calculated, as his wife
approvingly remarked, to “for’ard the
v’y’ge.” He had at last begun to see
his way clear, and he looked well sat-
isfied when his daughter Hattie and
Sereno, her husband, drove into the
yard in a. wagon cheerfully suggestive
of a wandering life. The tents and a
small hair trunk were stored in the
back, and the horse’s pail swung be-
low.
At length the two teams were ready,
and Eli mounted to his place, where he
looked very slender beside his tower-
ing mate. The hired man stood lean-
ing on the pump, chewing a bit of
straw, and the cats rubbed against his
legs, with tails like banners.
“Well, good-by, Luke,” Mrs. Pike
called over her shoulder; and Eli gave
the man a. solemn nod, gathered up the
reins and drove out of the yard. Just
outside of the gate he pulled up.
“Whoa!” he called, and Luke
lounged forward. “Don’t you forgit
them cats! Git up, Doll!" And this
time they were gone.
For the first ten miles of the way,
familiar in being the road to market,
Eli was placidly cheerful. The sense
that he was going to do some strange
deed, to step into an unknown country,
dropped away from him, and he chat-
ted, in his intermittent. serious fash-
ion, of the creps and the lay of the
land.
The roadside was parched under an
August sun; tansy was dust-covered.
and ferns had grown ragged and gray.
The jogging horses left behind their
lazy feet a suffocating cloud.
“My land!” cried Mrs. Pike, “if that
ain’t golden-rod! I do b’lieve it comes
earlier every year, or else the seasons
are changin’. See them elderberries!
Ain’t they purple! You jest remember
that bush, an’ when we go back, we’ll
fill some pails. I dunno when I’ve
made elder-berry wine.”
Like her husband, she was vaguely
excited; she began to feel as if life
would be all holidays. At noon they
stopped under the shadow of an elm—
tree which, from its foothold in a field,
completely arched the road; and there
they ate a. lunch of pie and doughnuts,
while the horses, freed from their
headstalls, placidly munched a gen-
erous feed of oats, near by.
At the lunch Eli ate sparingly, and
with a. preocupied and solemn look.
"Land, father!” exclaimed his wife
“you ain’t eat no more’n a bird!”
“I guess I’ll go over to that well,”
said he, “an’ git a drink 0’ water. I
drink more’n I eat, if I ain’t workin’.”
But when he came back, carefully
bearing a tin pail brimming with cool,
clear water, his face expressed disap-
probation and he smacked his lips
scornfully.
“Terrible'fiat water!” he announced.
“Tastes as if it had come out o’ the
cistern.” But the others could find no
fault with it, and Serene drained the
pail. '
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' When they were within three miles
of the sea it seemed to them that they
could taste thesaltness of the. incoml
ing breeze. The road was ankle deep
in dust; the garden flowers were glar-
ing, in their brightness. ' It- ’was' a new
world. And when at last they emerged
from the marsh-bordered road upon a
ridge of sand and turned a corner
Mrs. Pike faced her husband in triumph.
“There, father!” .she cried. “There
’tis.”
But Eli’s eyes were fixed on the dash-
board in front of him. He looked pale.
“Why, father,” said she, impatient-
ly, “ain’t you goin‘ to look? It’s the
sea!”
“Yes, yes,” said Eli, quietly; “byme-
by. I’m goin’ to put the horses up
fust.” . .
“Well, I never!” said Mrs. Pike, and
as they drew up on the sandy tract.
where Sereno had previously arranged
a place for their tents she added, al-
most fretfully, turning to Hattie: “I
dunno what’s come over your father.
There’s the water, and he won’t even
cast his eyes at it.”
But Hattie understood her father, by
some intuition of love, though not of
likeness.
“Don’t you bother him, ma,” she
said. “He’ll make up his mind to it
pretty soon. Here, le’s lift out these
little things while they’re unharness-
in’, and then they can get at the
tents.”
Mrs. Pike’s mind was diverted by
the exigencies of labor, and she said no
more; but after the horses had been
put up at a neighboring house, and
Serene, red-faced with exertion, had
superintended the tent-raising, Hattie
slipped her arm through her father’s
and led him‘away. “Come, pa,” she
said, ina whisper; “le’s you and me
climb over on them rocks.”
Eli went; and when they had picked
their way over sand and. pools to a
hea dland where the water thundered
below, and salt spray dashed up in
mist to their feet, he turned and looked
at the sea. He faced it as a soul might
face Almighty Greatness, only to be
stricken blind thereafter: for his eyes
filled painfully with slow, h6t tears.
Hattie did not look at him, but after
awhile she shouted in his ear, above
the outcry of the surf:
“Here, pa, take my handkerchief. I
don’t know how it is about you, but
this spray gets in my eyes.”
Eli took it obediently, but he did not
speak; he only looked at the sea. The
two sat there, chilled and quite content.
until six o’clock, when Mrs. Pike came
calling to them from the beach, with
dramatic shouts, emphasized by the
waving of her ample apron. .
“Supper’s ready! Sereno’s built
burn-fire, an’ I’ve made some tea!” '
Then they slowly made their way
back to the tents, and satdown to the
evening meal. Sereno seemed content,
and Mrs. Pike was bustling and tri-
umphant.
“Well, father, what think?” she
asked, smiling exuberantly, as she
passed him his mug of tea. “Does it
come up to what you expected?”
Eli turned upon her his mild, dazed
eyes. ’
“I guess it does,” he said, gently.
That night, they sat upon the shore
while the moon rose and laid in the
water her majestic pathway of light.
Eli was the last to leave the rocks,
and he lay down on his hard couch in
the tent without speaking. ‘
“I wouldn’t say much to father,”
whispered Hattie to her mother, as
they parted for the night. “He feels
it more’n we do.”
“Well, I s’pose he is some tired,”
said Mrs. Pike, acquiescing, after a
brief look of surprise. “It’s a good
deal of a jaunt, but I dunno but I feel
'paid a’ready. Should you- take out
your hairpins, Hattie?”
She slept soundly and vocally, but
her husband did not close his eyes. He
looked, though he could see nothing,
through the opening in the tent, in.the
direction where lay the sea, solemnly
clamorous, eternally responsive to
some infinite Whisper from without
his world. The tension of the hour
was almost more than he could bear;
he longed for morning, in sharp sus-
pense, with the faint hope 'that the
light might bring relief. Just as the
stars faded, and one luminous line pen-
ciled the east, he rose, smoothed his
hair, and stepped softly out upon the
beach. Here he saw two shadowy fig-
ures, Sereno and Hattie. She hurried
forward to meet him.
“You goin’ to see the sun rise, too,
father?” she asked. “I made Sereno
come. He’s awful mad at bein’ waked
up.” Eli grasped her arm.
“Hattie,” he said, in a whisper,
“don’t you tell. I just come out to see
how ’twas here before 1 go. I’m goin’
home—I’m goin now!”
“Why, father!” said Hattie; but she
peered more closely into his face and
her- tone changed. “All right,” she
added. “Sereno ’11 go and harness up.”
“No; I’m goin’ to walk. ”
“But, father—”
“I don’t mean to break up your stay-
in’ here. nor your mother’s. Tell her
how ’twas. I’m goin’ to walk.”
Hattie turned and took her- father’s
hand. ‘
“I’ll slip into the tent and put 11
somethin’ for your breakfast and
luncheon,” she said. ‘
So Eli yielded; but before his wife
appeared he had tuizned his back on the
sea, where the rose of dawn was fast
unfolding. As he jogged homeward
the dusty roadsides bloomed with
flowers of paradise and the insects’
dry chirp thrilled like the song of
angels. He walked into the yard just
at the turning of the day, when the
fragrant smoke of many a crackling
fire curls cheerily upward, in promise
of the evening meal. .
. “What’s busted?” asked Luke, swing-
ing himself down from his load of fod-
der corn.
“Oh, nothin‘,” said Ell. “I 'guess
I’m too old for such jaunts. I h0pe
you didn’t forgit them cats.”-—Meadow
Grass.
—Commuter——“What do you mean
by saying that that house is only five
minutes from the station? It’s fifteen
minutes if it’s a Second.” Real Estate
Dealer—“When I said five minutesI
supposed you had a bicycle.”—Boston
Transcript.
purse back?” he repeated.
A NEW JERSEY POKER STORY. \
Why Fonr Players Divided the Stakes‘
. Equally Among Themselves.
' A straight flush in the great Amer- ,
ican game of draw poker is such a rari--
ty that the person holding it is regarded
as one of the most fortunate and blessed
of mortals, says the Summit (N. J.)
Record. Devotees of that game will
peruse the. following story with in-
credulity, but its absolute authenticity
can be verified by at least ten thor-
oughly reliable witnesses: A party of
four players entered a place not a.
thousand miles from Summit one night
and prepared to enjoy a few hours of
recreation at their favorite game. An-
other game in progress at the time was
full, so the four players were obliged
to start at an adjoining table. ’
The “jack pot” came around, each of
the four players filled in and the game
proceeded. The cards, regulation pack,
fifty-two cards, were cut by the player
‘ to the right of the dealer and dealt out
in the regular manner. The first play-
er to the left of the dealer opened the
“jack pot” and each succeeding player
in turn raised. The limit was ten cents
and the players are usually light bet-
tors, so that the raising and lively
chipping in before the draw created
considerable surprise. When the deal-
er prepared to serve the cards for the
draw each of the players stood “pat”
and the betting again started. .
When each of the players had chipped
in ten dollars it was decided to stop the
betting, as that amount had never be-
fore been wagered on a game in the
place and none of the players could af-
ford to risk a greater amount. When
the hands were shown some of the
players almost succumbed to heart dis-
ease, for there lay four straight flushes,
one of each suit and all running from
four to eight. The pot was divided and
the cards were carefully put away in a.
case to be preserved as a reminder of
the greatest poker hands ever held in
this section and probably in the United
States.
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'BICYCLES INSTEAD OF WATCHES
Boys of To-Day Want Wheels Instead of
Timepieces.
Bicycles and watches are not much
alike, and it is difficult to see how the
sale of one can affect the sale of the
other. It is a. fact, nevertheless, that
since the bicycle fever took hold in its
present intense form the sale of high—
grade watches has greatly reduced.
Parents who buy bicycles for their
children do not buy watches unless,
perhaps, they get cheap ones, so the
young ones may know when it is time
to come home topdinner.
“The decrease in the sale of watches
has been very noticeable,” said a Chi—
cago jeweler the other day, “and I
trace it to no other cause than the
bicycle. For instance, when a boy be-
came fifteen or sixteen years old in for-
mer days it was the custom for his
parents to present him with a watch——
generally a. costly affair—which usually
lasted him the better part of his life.
But it is different now. The boy
clamors for a bicycle, and he generally
gets it, although it does not last as long
and usually costs more than a watch.
This same trait I have noticed in peo-
ple of older years. When they get
enough money on hand to buy a watch
the bicycle fever strikes them, and then
they go out and invest in a wheel.”
A FRUITLESS CHASE.
The IUseless. Self-Sacrifice of a Gallant
Italian.
An American lady, promenading in
Florence, suddenly missed her purse.
The suspicious movements of a. man in
front umade her boldly demand the
stolen property, and the man actually
handed over her purse. Indignant at
such daylight robbery, the lady stopped
an elegantly dressed man, and, in ex-
cited tones, began to pour out her griev-
ance. Merely waiting to hear: “That
man stole my purse!” the gallant
Italian rushed after ,_the thief, who
promptly took to his" heels. But the
thief was the more nimble of the two,
and finally dodged. his pursuer. Red-
faced, perspiring and out of breath, the
gentleman turned back to meet the
lady with profound apologies. “Mad-
am, I am very sorry. I did my best,
but your purse is gone.” “Oh, no,” she
replied, sweetly. “I have my purse. I
got it back from the man.” “Got your
“What did
you want, then?” “Want? Why, I
want justice,” said the lady, calmly. It
was too much even for proverbial Ital-
ian urbanity, and, almost choking
with vexation, he gasped: “Justice!
To think that I should have run myself
into a. perspiration for justice!”
WHERE SOUBRETTES START.
Many of Them First. Begin to Dance While
‘ Playing in the Street.
In this age of burlesques and ballet
girls, when farce comedies are plenti-
fully supplied with high kickers and
dancers, and when even the chorus girls
are expected to trip the light fantastic
toe, one often wonders where all the
dancing girls come from. The natural
inference is that they secure their first
knowledge of the graceful art in the
dancing schools, after which they are
prepared for the stage by persons who
make a business of that sort of thing.
But many a dancing girl will tell you
that her first school was the sidewalk,
and her first inspiration the strains of
a perambulating street piano, presided
over by an Italian grinder. Indeed, it
is no uncommon sight to see a crowd of
interested spectators gathered about
one of these street musicians, the at-
traction being not in the music, but in
the graceful movements of the little
girls. Some of these children execute
some very pretty steps, and occasion-
ally their performances are as clever as
some seen upon the stage. /
_ Gulls as Weather Prophets.
. It is a widespread belief, both in
Scotland and Ulster, that the line: “Sea
'gull, sea. gull, sit on the stand, it’s
never good weather while you’re on
land,” alludes to the well-known fact
that when the bird flies out early and
far to seaward, or remains on the sand,
fair weather may be looked for, while
if it takes a contrary course storms
most frequently follow.
_ the fibers.
. ARTIFICIAL , EYES.
The Interesting Operations of the Glass-
‘ Blowers. .
Those who take an interest in tax:
idermy will be glad to know how birds’
eyes made. ‘ ’
A visitor to a' small factory in New
York found two glassblowers at this
work. ~.One held a bar of clear glass in
the flame of a gas blow-pipe, and
worked a lump of fused glass around
the end of a wire and then pressed it
into a mold. When he drew it out of
the mold, a crystal eyeball ornamented
the end of the wire. This he passed to
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his companion, who took a. thin bar of ,
yellow glass, and heating it, worked it
into the crystal ball, forming a round,
glowing eye on the end of the wire.
As the glass cooled the yellow iris ;
showed more plainly, and 'by the time
it was cold and hard, it appeared as a.
good-sized owl’s eye, the pupil being a.
section of the wire on which the glass
was heated. While this was going on
the first man was busy molding an-
other crystal eye. Later the men took
up the work of making dolls’ eyes. A
One molded the clear eyeball, the other
worked in the blue or brown iris, as the
style might be, precisely as the owl’s
eyes had been madé.
The superintendent of the shop said
that, while many dolls’ eyes were made,
the demand was mainly for eyes for
taxidermists’ use—chiefly for stuffed
household ,pets. These were made of
all sizes and shapes, to suit the varied
requirements of the taxidermist. The
largest eyes are made for the moose,
the smallest for the trushes. Each va-
riety of birds or animals, when mount-'
ed, has to have eyes modeled from na-
ture, if its ‘natural expression is to be
preserved.
PLEASURESA OF MINING.
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There Is a Fascination in Digging Out the
, Golden Ore.
\ An old miner of Cripple Creek, COL,
who for years has been engaged in
prospecting in the Rocky mountains,
while talking to a party of friends the
other day, gave the following interest-
‘ing description of gold mining inthe
far West: “It’s the prettiest work I
ever did,” he said. “It’s the fascination
of it; when you have struck it pretty
rich and see your gold right in front of
you, when you are piling it up every
hour of the day, with a. nugget now
and then as big as a bullet to cheer
you. And then, when evening comes,
you count it up and you find it. worth
hundreds of dollars, just picked up out
of the earth in one day—well, I tell
you, there is nothing like it. Then,
when you don’t strike it, you always
think you are going to the next day;
and it is just as exciting hearing other
men tell in the evening what they
pulled out during the day as in count-
ing your own. Why, I have gone for
months at a. time without making a
dollar, and without a. cent in my
pocket, but the excitement of the work
don’t give a man time to realize how
hard up he is.”
MOVED A TOWN.
‘ The Novel Exodus-(Ether Mormons from
Missouri.
.The most remarkable case of house-
moving ever heard of was at N auvoo,
111. When the Mormons were driven
out of Missouri by an armed force they
built the town of N auvoo on the banks
of the Mississippi. Here they erected
their temple and constructed a thriv-
ing town. Then the Illinois people
arose, burned the temple, murdered the
prophet, Joseph Smith, and the entire
community fled to Utah. Mennonites
from Russia came along and bought
the land. They had no use "for the
three hundred and fifty buildings in
the town. They wanted the land to
plant vineyards upon. They sold the
houses to a. Missourian by the name of
Boyd for a trifle. '
“The next winter he began to put.
rollers under the houses, slid them
down the banks to the surface of the
frozen river, and then slid and rolled.
and pushed them six miles up the river
and founded the town of Fort Madison,
121., all except about forty of the
houses which are today on the left
bank of the river, opposite the site of
the extinct town of Nauvoo.”
Tree Trunks as Filters on Shins.’
A well-known Australian engineer,
M. Pfister, is stated to have discovered
a remarkable property of the trunks of
trees, namely, that of retaining the
salt of sea-water that has filtered
through the trunk in the direction of
He has consequently con-
structed an apparatus designed to util-
ize this property in obtaining potable
Water for the use of ships’ crews. This
apparatus consists of a pump, which
sucks up the sea water into a. reservoir
and then forces it into a filter formed
by the tree trunk. As soon as the pres-
sure reaches 1.5 to 2.5 atmospheres the
water is seen at the end of from one to
three minutes, according to the. kind of
wood used, to make its exit from the
other extremity of the trunk, at first in
drops and then in fine streams, the wa-
ter thus filtered being potable, freed,
in fact, from every particle of the
usual Saline taste which is such a draw-
back to water obtained in the ordinary ,
manner.
Whitest City In the World.
There cannot possibly be a whiter
city than Cadiz, unless 'it be built of
snow. The best way to approach the
port is to take a trip on one of the
small steamers which ply between the
ports of Morocco and Spain. As you
near the coast you see in front of you
a white mass which appears to be
floating upon the water, just as you
are. The first thought of a foreigner
is that he is in sight of an iceberg. The
white mass, glittering in the sun and
rendered more dazzling by the blue
sky and sea, looks exactly like a.
monster ice mountain partly melted, so
that outlines of castles and hills ap-
pear upon it; but only for a second
does the illusion last, for you know
there are no icebergs in that part, and
you are quickly infermed that you are
looking at Cadiz. No other,town in
the :world presents such a magic ap-
pearance. . -
Ray. WM. ‘ N. Saunas. AL
716 E. I78th Street, writes: .,
“Tamoxr, N. Y. Cm,
May 13th, 1895. i
‘3 I am glad to see you are pushing ‘ ’
SALVA-caA. It is worthy of it.
After having given it a thorough
trial for even). year, I_ am persuaded,
that it comes nearest to being ’a
“ PANACEA," a delightful cure-allfof
anything of its kind that I have ever
known. Ihave come to believe that
you are rum modest in your ‘claims of
its excellence. Verily, it is the oil
of gladness.
WM. N. sma’ms.”
SALVA-CEA is universally
praised—people are finding out
that it does its work promptly——
that it is perfectly safe and that
it does as it is advertised to do.
You may depend upon it to give
immediate relief in every case of
piles, and a cure in ninety cases
‘ out of every hundred. It "is a.
positive cure for all skin irrita-
tion and: chafing—colds—and
nasal catarrh, especially the dry
catarrh so prevalent in this
country.
Two sizes, 2 5 and 5° cents per box.
A: druggists, or by mail.
For deef-smtedjnin and rheumatism of
Ilia/oint: are Sdtva-tea, “Extra Strong.”
Sold in tin: at 75 out: tack.
Ti-ia Bammrm Co., 274 Canal St, N. Y.
OPENED. '
Prof. George Yoerger has
opened his hexing School
for the winter.
Private inStructio-ns at the
Dunils home if desired.
Full course, 12 lessons,
$10. ‘
- ADDRESS
Prof. George Yoerger.
Norwaik. Conn
or apply at this office.
CENTRAL . NATIONAL. BANK_
ze ‘WALL $12, NOR WALK."
OBPOIIATED SEPT. 1. 1876.
APITAL. :- - -_ - - . 5100.000
new: M. HOLMES. Priesident: '
. .h. Bursa, Vice-President.
WILLIAM A. CURTIS. Cashier:
DIRECTORS :
uaea M. HOLMES, H._E. DANN.
2.. CUNNINGHAM, -J. T. Paowrrr
at L. Borax, S. H. Bonita
J . Cousms.ZJn.
elscouni Day, Saturday.
Having purchased
WADHAMS, I have
restocked the same
with Meats, Fish
WADHAMS
HAS
SOLD
OUT-
Vegetables and Can-
ned goods, and so-
licit a share of your
patronage.
scllllliLES E. SilllEllBEli,l»—
2 I Wall Street.
WILLIAM s. KEMP,
Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder,
34- West Main St.. Norwalk.
. Mr. Kemp has been a carpenter and builder
in Norwalk for the past 25 years, and refers to
owpé'rs of buildings erected under his super-
vision as to workmanship.
011.1 I P '
1 WI] fllfll,
Every gallon of paint made by‘ the
Chilton Mfg. Company is mixed and
ground in pure Linseed Oil. All shades
are mixed and ground by machinery
seven times, making them uniform and
even. Compare the size of . cans and
weight with the cheaper makes. You
get an honest gallon. Give it a trial and
you will be convinced.
H. H.~WILI.IA1IIS
17 Main St.
LACE -:- CURTAINS;
l . ned and Grass Bleached.
No Acids used..
5'
Nottingham, - - 65 Cents
Brussels, net and lace, 76c
Irish PointApplique, s I .00
Send postal card to ' ' -
Tocous's _
Broad River, Morwalk. '
the Market of E. J.
Dyeing and. cleaning Works. , ‘
Norwalk Chronicler