THE EVENINtx. AZETTE Blind Sometimes persons become blind from impure blood, which develops scrofulous ulcers on the eyeballs, iritis, granulated eyelids, etc. In such cases Hood’sSarsaparilla has been marvel- ously successful, in restoring sight. It shows its powers as a blood purifier and radical cure for scrofula, by removing the cause, thus curing the Sore eyes and restoring all the affected parts to healthy condition. Read this: “As an act of justice and for the ben- efit of other mothers who may have afllicted children, I write this. About the first of February, 1892, my daughter Zola, then three years old, contracted sore eyes of the worst form and in a few weeks was entirely blind, being unable to tol- erate light of any kind. She suffered and cried until I was almost heartbroken. The best eye specialist in the county treated her for months, but the Eyes became worse. Then Itook her to a special- list' 1n Indianapolis, who said he could do nothing. I came away with a heavy heart. I met my father’ s physician, Dr. Berry- man, who examined Zola’s eyes, and told me to try Hood’s Sarsaparilla. I began to give it as directed and wash her eyes iwith warm water. Soon I began to notice improvement, and now, having given the child over a half dozen bottles, her eyes are greatly improved and she can see as well as any one. She is five years of age, 995 goes to school. When she began to take Hood’s Sarsaparilla, she had to eat her meals in a darkened room, but now Cu red she is able to sit at the table with the rest of the family.” MRS. OLLIE BUSER, Colfax, Indiana. Leading Citizens fl' souax, including J ohnD. Blacker, Township rustee, W. H. Coon, Druggist, and Dr. J. A. Berryman, cordially endorse this statement. This and many other similar cures prove that H ood’s . Sarsaparilla II thep’ne True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1. Prepared only by C. I. Hood 81 Co., Lowell, Mass. . I‘ 'll , t take Hood’s Pills 33E? tXt‘Berio‘éisya‘tenoa’ illILY Pontoon "LINE BETWEEN .SORWALK, S0. NORWALK NEW YORK. Propellers tint y of Norwalk, Vulcan and Eagle. heave Norwalk at 5 p. 111. Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. m. Leave New York, Pier 23, E. Pu, Beekman St., 5p m, . ' LIGHT PARCEL and [ULKWUUD S PACKAGE DELIVERY Cheap rates. Will also take orders for mes wager service in New York. Goods called 0; and delivered to all arts of the town, Orders received at E P. eed’s Drug Store. :5? $211.1; Street, with telephone connection unv C. E. LOCKWOOD. ,SPECIAL OPENING MILLINERY Consisting of Trimmed Hats and every-‘ thing in the Millinery Line. indies will Ploaso accept this Invitation FAWCETT’S WATER STREET, NOR 17:41.1: 2 D. Jennings. UNDERTAKER ‘1 Knight street. opposite - Street Railway Depot 5 a an .411 0152111011: “LOYALTY!” ,__... :5. BY WILLIE MUDFORD. .. “And Evangeline, kneeling beside him. Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom ” “How is he to-day, nurse?” “There has been no change. Once in the'night there seemed an improve-- ment, but it was only momentary, and he has remained just as you see him now. Perhaps I was mistaken even then.” She spoke with the calm, matter-of—‘ fact preciseness of her calling, and watched in respectful silence while the ' doctor made his wonted examination. Standing at the foot of the bed, in her plain gray dress and professional cap and apron, she looked a strong reliant figure, capable of the patient fulfill- ment of burdensome duties, and of swift, hasteful action in moments of emergency. Her face was pale, and appeared paler still for the deep rings under the eyes that told of a night’s vigil; and, though trained for years to impassive contemplation of suffering and sorrow, its features were all too finely moulded and spmpathetic to wholly conceal a nature instinctively gentle and tender. . The doctor put his watch back into his pocket and slowly buttoned his coat as he looked at the unconscious figure in the bed. “The change may come at any mo- ment,” he said, “and when it does there will be nothing for us to do. He cannot possibly live through the day; he may die in the next five minutes. I will stay here a little; I am not busy this morning, and”—he scanned her keenly and noted the weariness her eyes could not conceal—“you had bet- ter rest in the arm-chair. You 10 ok a. bit fagged. Did you get any sleep last night?” “No” she answered, simply; moving to the chair he wheeled forward for her. She failed to add that she had taken no rest and scarce any food since Wednesday afternoon, though it was then Friday. He would have scolded her for want of care for herself, and her secret was inestimably dear to her. The doctor drew the blinds to shut out the morning sunlight—-there was little need for light now. Moving noiselessly about the room he amused himself examining the books and . odds and ends that littered the room, glancing from time to time towards the bed where his dying patient breathed slowly and heavily. He even wondered about the identity of the man whose existence had only come to his ken when he was called by the laundress a. couple of days back. It was then too late to discover much, for the patient had lain all night insensi- ble by the heavy brass fender, with a fractured skull; and precious hours—- wherein it might have been possible to raise the depressed bone, remove the blood clots and relieve the pressure on the brain—had passed without a sus- picion. The shadow of death was creeping across the large room in the Temple. The charwoman found him in the morning, and screamed for the assistance and the comfort of her daughter Hannah. Together they be- gan to treat the poor gentleman for what they comprehensively termed “fits,” but the girl discovering the small wound at the back of the head ‘the doctor was speedily brought and they volubly furnished him with the leading facts. Dr. Pilcher quietly checked the rem- iniscent flow and hastened to place a. nurse in charge. He was satisfied that the accident—as he was certain it had been —- could have but one ending. There are few threads in the tangled skein of London life that run their length smoothly enough to enable a stranger to pick up any part and trace its history; and Dr. Pilcher was too accustomed to the knots, the sudden entanglements, the confusing influence or intruding threads, to expect to carry far his investigations into the an- tecedents of an unknown patient. The man was of the intellectual type, the good forehead and the long, well- shaped nose could belong to no stunted mind. His books, if. somewhat incon- gruous, revealed literary appreciation; the water-colors on the walls and the china. about the room argued taste; a crucifix at the bed-head suggested a religious temperament which the doc- tor, judging from the general surround- ings, surmised to be impressionable rather than devotional. On the writ- ing table he found a. letter from a. firm of solicitors acknowledging the re- ceipt of instructions and promising “best attention.” This he put into his pocket. Standing by itself in an old Oxford frame was a. little, half-faded photo- graph of a girl in the evening dress of the early seventies. The enormous skirt, with two or three huge bows down the center, the puffy sleeves fastened at intervals with bands of ribbon and closing tightly round the wrists, the full. square-cut bodice, and loose pile of hair controlled by a. single strip of velvet, were all strange to eyes accustomed to later modes, but no enormities of dress could dim the vivid, well-nigh wicked beauty in the girl’s face. tle cross hung low on her bosom, and heavy ornaments pierced her dainty ears, but had her face been smeared with the fantastic adornments of a Polynesian beauty, had her teeth been blackened and her lips run through with bones, she would still have been triumphant in loveliness, and the trying fashion of twenty-five years back was impotent against her charms even when judged by modern standards. Her small, pert face, with its'dainty cheeks and daring eyes, was as real in this faded photograph as the frank charms of honest Mistress Nellie in the canvases of Sir Peter Lely are to us to-day. The doctor examined the portrait for a moment, and peered at the dim name written across it, smiling tolerantly as the wear and tastes of earlier days came back to his mind, while the woman in the arm- chair watched him with atired eyes. The heavy, stertorous breathing, and ' the peculiar blowing of the lips - changed suddenly to a. quick, convul- sive struggle, and in an instant both , '3: corner A black velvet band with a. lit- ‘ were by the bedside. watched and waited till the brief agony was stilled. . “1 will send up the laundress,” the doctor said, “and then you had better go home; it is no use stopping here. I know his solicitors, and will write to. them that they may communicate with his relations, if he has any. They can see me about any arrangements they want to make.” She nodded without speaking, and he left with a cheery "‘Good-by,” tell- ing her to be certain that the door was locked ere she left. As he went down- stairs he said to himself she was work- ing too hard and needed a change, and made a mental note to send her with his next patient ordered to the seaside. She remained at the foot of the bed till the heavy approach of the laundress roused her, and she went shuddering to the chair, where she sat shading her face, while the women laid out the body after the decent fashion of our people. When they had gone she locked the door. Then she pressed her hands over her eyes and trembled slightly, remaining still and sorrowing for some minutes. Present- ly she went gently to the bed and, un- covering the face, began to smooth the hair from the forehead, speaking in a low murmur. . “Harry dear,” she whispered, “the world could not divide us at the last, though it is so big. We are together. you and I, as we used to be in the be- ginning. Do you mind, now that you know that I am with you? You are not angry, dear, because after all these years God has let me see you again, and call you by your name, and—oh, yes—7! She bent to kiss him, but shook her head sadly instead, and knelt by his side. “Let me talk to you just as if it were the same again, as if nothing had happened, and we were boy andgirl once more. I won’t say anything about her to make you angry. I won’t remember it and you must forget too. Can you forget, I wonder? Do you forget now? You forgot me while you were alive; are you' forgetting her now you are dead?” The tears gathered in her eyes and she sobbed softly. She looked into the white face and said quickly: “But I won’t ask you to forget, Harry. I won’t ask it; it isn’t mine to ask. It was all a. mistake, dear, and we have both suffered; perhaps she has suffered too. 1t was hard you were not happy; you were so good and loved so much. We have both loved much, have we not? Where have you been all these years? I wonder if you ever thought of me as I have thought of you, and remembered the old days. If you,ha.d met me I wonder if you would have taken me in your arms and kissed me as you did in the meadows at Langley. I would have let you, Harry, as I did then; you know Iwould. Were you too proud to come back to me? Oh, my dear, I would have lain at your feet, had you wished it, and begged you to look down and smile at me. But it's too late now; there’s no hope for either of us. I felt that there could not be after the day you wrote ' me, but I would have faced everything and dared everything if you had come back. Never mind, dear, it is good to look back upon and think of and love, and nobody can take it away from us. Don’t think of it if it makes you angry, but I can’t help remembering;and now i am telling you with no one else to hear.” The bright sun beat through the window blinds and filled the room with a. radiance thick'and hot. She bowed her head on the .bed and remained kneeling with her arms stretched across his body. Presently she rose and began to move softly about the room, touching his books and little treasures. The white figure on the cross hung in its infinite pathos above the bed. She took it from its place and was about to lay it on his breast. With a. quick gesture she stopped and replaced it on the wall. Then she turned to his writing table and took up the faded photograph-in the Oxford frame. “You were his then,” she said, in gentle, even voice, “and you are his still. You have the right; I have none. Perhaps you, living in your great world to-day, have quite forgot- ten, but I know he has remembered, and”—her voice shook a little—‘ he would wish it.” She laid the photograph on the body where she had turned back the sheet and smoothed the creases away from it. Her hands clasped before her, she stood looking at the strange pair—the dead man with his pale face, and the picture with its saucy eyes and anti- . quated fincries. The wicked orbs seemed mockingly to tell her of a bar- rier she must not pass; a. right of pos- session she dare not dispute. ' She sighed, as if submissively, and turned to the window, lifting of the blind to scan the. welanigh deserted Temple thoroughfare. A coster passed with a basketful of cowslips, and she remem- bered a morning in Langley meadows, where Harry made a. wreath and crowned her his queen of the cowslips. Going to the door she called Hannah, and, giving her some pennies, sent her to buy a bunch of the flowers. She took them back to the room and began to strew them over the coverlid. The mocking eyes appeared to follow her with unconcealed derision, and hastily she swept the yellow blossoms together again. Filling a large jar with water she arranged the flowers in it and put it on the table by the head of the bed. She picked a few sprays from the bunch and laid them for a moment 'on the cold lips. Then she took them and, undoing a button in her bodice, hid them at her breast. Without look- ing at him again she crept noiselessly out of the room, locking the door and giving the key to the laundress as the doctor had directed. In the smoking-room of a West-end club two men were talking. One said: “I was at Lady Stourcommon’s last night. What a flirt that woman re- mains at fifty icy—Black and White. fl. 1 Together they THE BLACK 1511111. Signs Of a. Revival of the Practice ' of Voodooism. Different Methods in Vogue of Casting Spells and Bewitchlng—Need of a Reform in the Old Style Hoodoo. Modern occultism, or, to put it in diplomatic costume, l’occultisme mod- erne, is becoming decidedly aggres- sive, to say the least of it, if we are to believe the Revue Illustree. Strange as the news may appear, says the New York Sun, it is nevertheless reported that the black art is flourishing fiend- ishly both in Europe and, America. Casting a spell upon an individual, or, as they say on the Bowery, “hoodoo- ing a fellow,” has not, according to the Revue, fallen into innoc‘bous desuetude. We all remember the scene depicted by Alexandre Dumas in the Reine Mar- got, in which the performer of Catherine Medicis plunges a. golden needle into the heart, or rather the place where the heart ought to be, of a little wax statuette modelled in the image Of King Charles IX. But the magicians of the present day have brought modern impr ovements into the art.- They practice three kinds of hoodooism, according to the caprice of the client and the degree of hatred with which he is possessed. In one they use a toad, in another a. doll, and in a third they operate d l’esprit volaut, or, in other words, they remove the spirit and place it temporarily just where they want it. Here are the prescriptions for the three methods: You take a toad, male or female, according to the sex of the person whom you wish to reach. You baptize it as you would a child, giving it the full name of your enemy. thile you are committing this sacrilege, you must endeavor to work yourself up into a paroxysm of hatred toward your vic- tim, and you must sandwich the sacra- mental words with the most horrible imprecations. Then you inflict upon the toad all the tortures that your im- agination can suggest, for your enemy is bound to suffer correspondingly. If you take an eye out of the toad, your enemy will lose an eye, etc. In Amer- ica, according to the Revue, the Black Crooks have recourse to a. more sum- mary expedient. They bury the toad at the threshold of the residence of the person selected for a. victim, with the result that he dies as if suffocated. The doll method is the most ancient and the most classic. It requires awax figure called a. “manic,” resembling the victim as much as possible. It is also necessary to have some little objects that belonged to the victim, or better yet, one of his teeth, portions of 'his nails, or one or two hairs of his head. You mix these things in with the wax of the doll1 and baptize it. Then, just like the poisoner of Catherine de Medicis, you stick a pin into the figure. If at that moment your enemy is even flirting with a young woman, he imme- diately begins tosufir‘er from palpita- tion of the heart (naturally enough) if he does not die from suffocation. The proceeding :1 l’esprit volant is the latest improvement in this science, and it is the child of hypnotism. In order to execute it you must have a sub- ject whose astral body, which we are told is of a. fluid nature, will abandon the material body on your order and transport itself toward your victimn. It slips into his veins the poisons which you have learned how tOvvolatilize. The operation terminated, you return the astral body to its carnal dwelling, and you arouse the subject. The crime is committed without anybody in the world being able to accuse you, and you are left alone with your conscience. But the conscience of a Black Crook is particularly elastic. Now, that is the way they work the machine, and the Revue refuses to re- veal the places where the ceremonies are performed, for fear of leading its readers into temptation. It is better, it says, to let them believe that the busi- ness of casting spells belongs to the domain of fables. But the surprising thing about it is that men of learning and apparently endowed with common sense indulge in this kind of rubbish. Witnesses well worthy of belief have told extraordinary stories of a. certain Col. de Rochas, stories that outdo the wildest inventions of the “Devil on Two Sticks.” Col. de Rochas, we are told, has discovered a. method of “ex- teriorizing the sensations of individ- uals.” Asmodeus used to put the souls of Christians who died impenitent into bottles; but M. de Rochas, more ingen- ious than Asmodeus, concentrates and dissolves in a glass of water the sense of enjoyment and of suffering of a. sub- ject previously ~magnetized. If this water is boiled, the subject writhes like St. Laurent on his gridiron; and if, on the contrary, the water freezes, the unfortunate victim becomes blizzardly cold. Like the story of “Jack and the Bean Stalk,” all this may not be as true as the Bible, but in these days of ad- vancement why shouldn t the black art be reformed and rejuvenated just like our own ever glorious city government? A Prairie Schooner. A novel adaptation of the house-boat idea. to overland pleasure has been worked out by awealthy Kansan. With his wife he started from his Kansas home a. Week or two ago on a. summer pleasure trip to the far northwest in a. big prairie schooner, built expressly for the trip, and fitted with most of the conveniences and comforts of a. sum- mer cottage. The wagon is of more than ordinary size, even for a. prairie schooner. The bed of the wagon is floored over, and on this is constructed a substantial house of canvas, with strong wooden framework. It has win- dows in the sides and doors at each end, and is compactly and cozily fitted. The wheels are low and have‘very wide tires. In this conveyance the people will travel over the prairies and the western trails, as fancy dictates, just as a house boat party lazily drifts among the Florida bayous. - The Beautiful Consort or Ferdinand Who CHARACTER 0F 'ISABE’LLA. Helped Columbus. Isabella. was a lady, she was'a. queen, and, above all she was an autocrat. Gracious and gentle in her manner, says R.“ Ulick Burke’s “A History of Spain,” she brooked no opposition from prince or peer, and she soon made 1t known and felt throughout Spain that, although she was the daughter of John II. and 1the sister of Henry IV., her , will was law in Castilc. Beautiful, virtuous, discreet, with that highest ex- pression of proud dignity that 1s seen in a peculiar simplicity of mannel, with a hard heart and a. fair coutenance, an inflexible will, and a mild manner— something of , a, aformalist, more of a bigot—Isabella- unitcd much that was characteristic of old Castile with not a. little that was characteristic of new Spain. And if her boldness was in- herited from the Cid, her bigotry was bequeathed to Philip II. . No man can read the history of the times without being struck by the enor- mous personal infiuen cc of Isabella. An accomplished 1101 :‘scv. 01111111,:1 .11clcss traveler, inclcfaturaclc 1n her attention to business of state. the queen with her court moved about from place to place, swift to punish crime and to encourage virtue, boldly composing the differences and compelling the submission of rival nobles, frowning upon thclaxity of the clergy, denouncing the heresy of the people and laying a heavy hand upon enemies of every degree and evildoers of every class. In Andalusia the unaccus- tomed and unexpected presence of the sovereign was everywhere. productive of peace a nd order. E veh in the remotest districts of (lalicia the royal power was felt. ()ver fifty fortresses, the strong- hold of knightiy robbers, were razed to the ground, and one thousand five hun- dred noble hi rhwaymen were forced .to fly the kingdom. ICOTTON MILLS lN JAPAN. The Industry Has Grown Rapidly in the Mikado’s Realm. . Cotton manufacturing in Japan is the growth of the last fifteen years. N ota. cotton mill, with one exception, of those now in operation was in opera-- tion prior to 1880, says the Industrial Record. There is now running in Kagoshima. a. mill of 3,030 spindles that has been in operation since 1865. - In 1880 and 1881 an era of cotton manufac- turing was inaugurated by the erection of 14,000 to 15,000 spindle mills. In 1882 a. 61,200-spindle mill was put up at Osaka. The mill is the largest ever erected in Japan. There are two 30,000- spindles, one at Tokio and the other at Osaka. The latter location is the prin- cipal manufacturing center in the em- pire. Nearly, if not fully, one-half of the cotton spindles are to be found there. 'The cotton mills at Osaka are reported as paying average annual div- idends of 18 per cent., the Highest having been 28 per cent. and the lowest 8 per , cent. Not more than about ten years ago the people depended almost wholly upon foreign products of factory-made cotton fabrics, -while now not over a. fourth of this demand comes from for- eign sources. The Cotton Spinners’ association of Japan is the most reliable source of information, and that placed the number of spindles in 1894 at 385,265, yet the Yokohama chamber of com- merce placed the number in 1893 at about 600,000. Between these two au- thorities we put our estimate of 500,000 spindles. The cotton mills of Japan will never be able to spin from the na- tive cotton very fine yarn. The cotton is not suitable for anything but for the spinning of coarse yarns. is NEVER GROW 01.1). Parts of the Physical System Which Never 5 Wear Out. In his work on the senile heart. Dr. Balfour tells us that there are two parts of the human organism which, if wisely used, “largely escape senile failure.” .These two, says the Medical Record, are the brain and the heart. Persons who think have often wondered why brain workers, great statesmen and others, should continue to work with almost unimpaired mental activity and energy up to a. period when most of the organs and functions of the body are in acondition of advanced senile decay. There is a. physiological reason for this, and Dr. Balfour tells us what it is. The normal brain, he affirms, “remains vigor- ous to the last,” and that “because its nutrition is especially provided for.” About middle life, or a. little later, the general arteries of the body begin to lose their elasticity and to slowly but. surely dilate. They become, therefore, much less efficient carriers of the nu. timent blood to the capillary areas. But this is not the case with the in- ternal carotids, which supply the cap- illary areas of the brain. On the con- trary, these large vessels, “continue to retain their pristine elasticity, so that the blood pressure remains normally higher than within the capillary area of any other organ in the body. The cerebral blood paths being thus kept open, the brain tissue is kept better nourished than the other tissues of the body ,9 _——— A Wily Scotchman. Was not this the retort courteous? It was the custom in Scotch parishes for the minister to bow to the laird s pew before beginning his discourse. On one occasion the pew contained a. bevy of ladies, and the minister, feeling a. dell- cacy in the circumstances, omitted the usual salaam. When they next met the laird’s daughter —— a. Miss Miller, widely famed for her beauty and afterward countess of Mar — rallied the minister for not bowing to her from the pulpit. “Your ladyship forgets,“ replied the minister, "that the worship of angels' 15 not allowed by the Scotch church.” Absolutely Pure. A little. Ohio girl was , taught by her good mamma to pray regularly every day, but the requests made were the same night and morning, week 1n‘ and week out. Finally. her mamma suggested a. change for the next day, and what was her surprise to hear the dear little innocent pray that God would make her “‘abSolutely pure like the baking powder in pupa. s pap er. \ .No matter what you ’ve tried and found want- ' ing—the remedy for Piles Salva—cea (TRADE-MARK). A quick remedy—a. sure remedy. Whether they’re blind, or bleeding, or itch- ing, there’s always prompt Salva-cea‘ is‘ the best thing in the world for caiarrh, colds, _ Eczema, Sail Illioum, coughs, Itch, Earaehe, a litres, and every ailment that an external remedy can reach. Two sizes, 25 and so cents. At dru ists, or b mail. ‘ T111: anna-rn o. .274 ANAL St., N. Y. “MA a.» A OPENED. Prof. George Yoerger has opened his Boxing School for the winter. Private instructions at the pupils home if desired. Full course, 12 lessons, $10. 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