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When six months old the breaking out
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~,well. He was almost a year old whenI
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'ured
Iwas able to rest at night. Gradually the
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burning and itching ceased, and he slept
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other child, gained strength, was cured.’
I recommend all persons afflicted with
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do wonders for others. I cannot praise
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Mns. AGNES C. BAILEY, Box 91, MeVey-
town, Pennsylvania.
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‘ said Scott, staring at him.
WAS NEVER PUBLISHED.
The rain fell relentlessly; the wind
that swept in through. the Golden Gate
was piercingly cold,
wretch toiling painfully up the deep
asphalt pavement staggered as he
walked and now and then stopped .to
steady himself, pressing with his
trembling hand against the buildings
'1'hat he passed. His soiled, ragged
clothes were soaking with the wet, and
his emaciated features were pale as
with the chill of death. When he had
reached the summit of Nob hill he
paused and wrapped his .arm about an
electric light post at the corner, lean-
ing against it for the support his feeble
frame needed So pitifully. A quick,
firm stepsounded on the pavement.
“For God’s sake, give me money to
buy food! ” said the wretch at the post.
The quick step ceased. “Why don’t
you say drink, and speak the truth?”
said the man, running his gloved hand
down into the pocket of his fur-lined
overcoat. The glare of the electric
florid face; the poor Wretch caught his
breath sharply and made a step for-
ward. The money which the man
tossed into his outstretched hand
gleamed a moment in his trembling
palm, and in another rattled noisily
upon the stones far out into the street.
“I want no gold of yours,” said me
and the poor .
light shone full upon his handsome, '
“I will give you $10,000, $15,000, $20,-
000——" began Derwent, eagerly.
‘fisigfi.”
“Fifty thousand—”
“Sign,” and the pistol clicked.
Derwent bent over the paper.
hundred thousand-~anything,
thing—”
“Write Henry Mason, alias Thomas
J. Derwent,”.said Scott.
The man wrote, staggering back
from the table with a groan. ' -
“Now, that part of the business is
finished. le-sume your seat, said Sen“.
“I want to do some. writing on my own
hook, and these are about as cozy quar-
ters as I can find. You are pretty well
known at. home, Henry Mason, if you
did shunt that forgery off on, me, and it
will add somewhat to the. interest of
my telegrams to state that they were
written in your‘own handsomely—ap—‘
pointed library. When I have finished
I shall use yourtelephone a moment.
The boys at the stat-ion know me pretty
well. A special correspondent comes
to know a- great many people, you
know,” he said, with a. Short laugh,
“and I shall have no difficulty in getting
a man to take charge of you. Whatever
else they know about me they know
I am no liar. After that my game is
played.”
He wrote on busily for an hour. At
last he picked up the loose sheets and
read aloud what he had written. He
had told the truth when he said be
“One
every-
wretch, with energy that shook hlS
whole frame. “I want no gold of yours, .
Henry Mason.” "
The man- started;
turned livid.
“Who dares to call me Henry Mason?
My name is Derwent. Thomas. Der-
went,” the man said, hoarsely, staring
about him into the night.
“You are out of reach of help just
now, Henry Mason,” said the wretch,
with a laugh. “I saw the policeman
from this beat running in an opium-
soakcd Chinese a. few moments ago.
I believe my hour of reckoning has
come at. last.”
“Who are you ‘2” .
“You knew well enough 20 years
ago,” the. wretch answered.
“Howard Scott! My God!” cried tne
man.
“Oh, I thought-you would recall me,”
and the wretch laughed again.
"What do you want?" asked the man,
unbuttoning his coat. His voice was
unsteady and his hand trembling.
“l\' either your money nor your life,
Henry Mason,” said the wretch, bitter-
ly. “They will do me no goodnow.
Listen! You live near here. I know
your house. Why on earth I never
spotted you before is a mystery. But
I think it was more your hard, cold
voice than your looks that. betrayed
you.” Scott\ pulled a. pistol from h;s
hip pocket. The man caught its gleam
in the light and started back.
“Don‘t move,” Scott interposed, calm-
l y. “you are not worth it, and my game
is not yet played. London to your
house, and dare to budge one inch out
of the way at your peril. Iwant a quiet,
warm place to do some writing. Per-
haps you did not know that I adopted a
different profession after you ruined
me and helped yourself to my money.
I‘m a special correspondent when I’ve
life enough to be anything at all. I
haven’t made much of my life, as you
see, but I can write.”
“If you want money tell me
much," Derwent said, hoarsely.
“I told you I wanted no money of
‘ yours,” said Scott, moving a. step nearer.
“I shall be paid enough for my night’s
job to tide over the few weeks of life.
that are left me. What I want is re-
venge and the chance to set myself right
in the eyes of the world. You have
robbed me of my life; that I cannot get
back. You have stolen my money, as you
did that of many others, and have saddled
upon me a disgrace that should rest on
your own shoulders. It was you who
forged that draft, and not I, and you
know it, though I served my term in
the penitentiary for the crime. You
call yourself a gentleman now, Henry
Mason, and I am worse than a dog, but
my hour has come. Lead on home.”
The wretch had raised his voice al-
most to a scream and now waved the
pistol in the air. The man walked on,
glancing over his shoulder furtively.
“I told you I should not kill you un-
less you tried to escape,” said Scott,
with a. sneer. “If you speak to any
passcrby, however, you are a dead man
on the word. Go on. '
The rest of the way was made in
silence. Scott was close upon Derwent‘s
heels when he mounted the marble steps
of his stately mansion and turned the
latch key. Within all was quiet. the
wretch had counted on this; it was well
past midnight. The gentle radiance
of the soft lights, the warm air of the
elegant 110118? .:11_.cst overpowered him,
but Derwent heard the click of the pis-
tol in his trembling hand and pushed
open the library door.
“So this is your home, Henry Mason?”
his florid face
how
“Not- so loud, man, for God’s sake!”
cried Derwent. '
“So-this is your home?" Scott pro-
ceeded, unheeding. “Not much like the
prison cell that was my home for ten
.years, thanks to you, Henry Mason; not
very much like the ratholes that make
about the only home I know now.”
“What do you want, man?” began
Derwent, his hand finding his pocket
again.
“Pen and paper!” said Scott, fiercely,
rousing himself and sinking into aohair
at the writing table. “Now, do you sit
there across the room from me. Move
or speak at your own risk.” '
Scott took the pistol in his left hand
and began to write, yet keeping a. close
eye upon Derwent all the while. By
and by he read aloud: 0..
“San Francisco, Cal., Jan. ~12, 1896.—'[,
Henry Mason, alias Thomas J. Derwent,
do hereby certify that I forged the note
upon the Goldthwatte bank of New York
city 20 years ago, for which crime Howard '
Scott stood accused. I declare said Scott
innocent; I alone am guilty."
“Come, now, and sign your name.
- knew how to write. The story that he
told of his own suffering for the crime
of another would have made him fa-
mous, so full was it of dramatic pewer
and graphic detail. At the first merci-
1:38 headlines Derwent groaned aloud,
but Scott went on pitilessly, telling the
whole dark story of the man’s crime.
Meanwhile he sat with his head bowed
in his hands listening. He did not raise
his head even when Scott rang thetele—
phone bell and ordered a man up from
the station. The house of cards which
it had taken. him 20 years to build had
tumbled about his head and he sat
bowed and broken among the ruins.
The passing moments seemed hours of
agony and despair. In the midst of it
all there was a ‘frou of skirts in the
hall and the patter of slippered feet
on the hardwood floor. The doOr
opened softly.
“Is it you, father, dear?” a. sweet
voice asked, and Scott-looked up to see
a young girl standing in the doorway,
the brass bolt still in her small white
hand. She was a beautiful, sweet-faced
young thing, and her dead gold hair
was 1"! {mg loosely back over her wrap-
percd shoulders and a tender look of
sleep was in her blue eyes.
“I am so glad you have come, dear.”
she went on. “I had gone to bed and
was asleep, but I heard the telephone
and fancied it must be you. Imam so
glad to see you, you sweet. old papa,
you.” She had crossed the room and
was kneeling beside him, her white
arms about his neck.
Derwent ‘fancied he heard a. click of
the pistol and looked up sharply. But
Scott threw a. newspaper over his left
hand and coughed softly behind his
palm. '
“Oh, I beg your pardon, father,” said
the girl, Springing to her feet. “I
thought you were alone.”
There was not even a glance at Scott
as she turned and left the room.-
Derwent uttered a stifled cry as the
door closed. “Lucie!”
But Scott had Sprung to his feet. “At
your peril,” he said, jamming the pis-
tol under Derwent’S nose.
“Your daughter, I suppose?” he went
on.
“Yes,” Derwent murmured.
“How oldais she?"
“Eighteen years."
“Then she knows nothing of your
dirty past?”
“Nothing.”
“And believes in you?”
“Yes,” and the man groaned.
“Then, God help. her,” said Scott,
fervently. '
The heavy tread of the policeman
was heard mounting the stone steps.
Scott hesitated a moment; then, whip-
ping the pistol into his pocket, he
snatched the closely-written sheets
from the. table and tore them into
shreds.
“So my game is ended,”‘he said, with
o laugh, as he stuffed the torn bits into
the blazing grate. “Open the door and
let the man in.”
Derwent hesitated. “Coward!” said
Scott, between his teeth, but he opened
the door himself.
The big policeman looked from one to,
the other in amazement. “You, sir?"
he said, staring at- Scott. They were
friends in a queer sort of way.
“Yes, Mike,” Scott answered. “Gen-
tlemen like that one yonder don’t like
to be troubled with wretches like me,
so I guess you’ll have to run me in. A.
berth in your comfortable quarters is
not objectionable on a night like this."
“that is to be the charge?” asked
4‘!
good grace.
The man was silent. He still sat
cowering in his chair, dazed and help
less. '
“Oh, the gentleman will no doubt be
on hand to prefer charges in the morn-
ing,” interposed Scot-t, with a laugh.
“Let’s go, Mike.”
“What a horrid wretch that was,"
said Lucie, coming from the back of the
hall and putt-ing her arm through her
father’s when the door closed. “What.
did he want of you, dear?”
“Money, of course, child,” answered
her father, hoarsely.
“Well, I’m glad you. telephoned for a
policeman to take him away if he was
troubling you.”
' A.man was reported dead at police
station No. 10 the next morning. Thom-
as Derwent went into the little, white-
washed, smoke-staincd room and stood
a. moment lo'oking into the pinched face
of the dead man whose lips were closed
forever. Then, buttoning up his fur-
lined overcoat, he went out again.
breathing freely—Philadelphia Times.
—Hamilton. at the age of 16, .Wroto
political essays that were credited by
‘ Straight goods; I know your signa-
ture, remember.” '
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l the generalpublic to Jay ’
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Mike, turning to Derwent with no very '
American Redmen Who Perform
Some Great Tricks.
An Eye Witness Relates What He Has
Seen the Unlettered Magicians
Do In the Line of Leg-
erdemaln.
Christian missionaries have found the
Indian magic a serious obstacle to their
evangelizing efforts. Sorcery is in-
timately associated with the aboriginal
worship, and the savages, after astonish-
ing the priests with their tricks, laugh
at. them, saying: “Your religion can’t
do such things.” I happen to know of
the case of a Jesuit priest who some
years ago went to work among the
Arapahoesand Cheyennes, west of the
\lississippi. He gave up the business
)f saving their souls after awhile, and
came away entirely discouraged. They
did things which, he declared,were en-
tirely beyond his understanding. The
mystery men would go out on the bare.
sandy prairie, where there was ‘not a.
sprig of vegetation, and, after some
chanting and various performances,
grass would come up out of the ground
——quite a patch of it, green and growing.
ile himself saw it grow, and there could
be no doubt about it.
The bravest act I have ever known
was performed by one of these Indian
jugglers. A favorite trick of his was
one that has often been performed by
white magicians. It consisted in per-
113 itting himself to be shot at, the hocus-
pocus being an arrangement by which
the bullet fell out of the barrel into a
cavity in the'stock of the weapon before
the latter was discharged. Meanwhile
he had another bullet concealed in his
month, which at the- instant of firing he
pushed outward with his tongue, so as
to make it appear that he had caught
the projectile between his teeth. Now,
it happened that this man had a rival,
who was engaged in the conjuring busi—
ness in a neighboring village. On an
occasion when the trick was to be per—
formed, the juggler announcing, as.
usual, that he was ready to be shot at by
anyone present, the rival stepped for—
ward and said that he would do the
shooting. But he demanded permission
to use his'own gun. Naturally the jug-
gler objected, but his protest was over
ruled. ‘ -
It was decided that the rival magi-
cian might use his own weapon. This.
meant almost sure death to the per-
former, yet he did not blanch. To re-
fuse the test would have been per»
, manent disgrace. There was one chance
out of a. hundred, perhaps, that the
marksman might miss. He decided to
take that chance, and so permitted the
volunteer executioner to take deliberate
aim and fire at him from a. distance of
half a. dozen paces. An instant later he
fell dead; the bullet had passed through
his brain. ‘
In some. tribes of Indians it used to be
the rule that a sorcerer who failed three
times must pay the penalty of death.
That regulation has been remarkably
widespread amongthe savages. I un-
derstand it to have been accepted as
and undoubtedly it survives to this day
in parts of Africa and elsewhere. But
there was an ingenious magician of my
acquaintance who saved himself from
this fate by a little device of his con-
triving. Being permitted to furnish the
bullet by which he was to be shot, he
made one in a mold in which a piece of
paper was inserted in sueh a. manner
that the ball was cast in two hemis-
pheres. These he put together, caus—
ing them to hold by rubbing the edges
with his knife blade. In this way at the.
same time'the deception was concealed.
On being fired from the gun, the bullet
flew in halves, which, being of such a
shape, scattered and left the man un-
touched. By this means he escaped on.
several occasions the penalty which
ought to befall the wizard who is a
failure. Finally, however, he was found
out and executed.
I once saw an interesting trick per—
formed inside of a ceremonial Wigwam.
There was a. lot of dancing and mum‘
mcry, in the midst of which‘ a. woman
came forward and struck the ground in
the middle of the lodge- Then a mys-
tery man took his turn and began
scratching with a. stick on the spot
which the woman had struck. In a
minuteortwowere exposed to view the
leaves of a. fullgrown wild turnip. The
vegetable was dug up and throwu
among the spectators, to show that
there was no deception and to quell the
appetite of the hungry ones. Scratching
some more with his stick, the magician
produced several more turnips—two or
three dozen of them. It was really
wonderful.-—-St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
It Was a Fine Stream. '
There is a. “professional gentleman”
in Portland who would make a success-
ful horse swapper. Having a. farm to
sell recently, this descendant of the Pil-
grims advertised it, and soon' after
wards a gentleman called on him to
speak about it. , ‘
“Well, judge,” said he, “I have been
over that farm you advertised and find,
it all right except the fine stream of
water you mentioned.” .
“It runs through the piece of woods
in the lowest part of the meadow,” said
the judge. ,
“What! that little brook? Why, it
doesn’t hold much more than a spoon-
ful. I am sure if you would empty a
bowl of water into it, it would overflow.
.You don’t call that a fine stream, do
you ‘3” ,
-“Well, if it were much. finer you
couldn’t see it at all,” said the judge,
blandly.——I’ortland Express.
Cream Biscuit.
One pint of sour cream. one teaspoon-
ful of soda dissolved in a little warm
water. Stir the soda into the cream.
the white of one egg, well beaten, and
nicely, stir into it as quiclj ~ ' as possible
enough sifted flour to mud: e» a. soft
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INDIAN JUGGLERS. "
_ with pearls.
far south as Patagonia on this continent, .
- combining of transparent light on the
. seashore contains an appreciable quan-
a pinch. of salt. When the cream foams .
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JEWELRY IS NOT POPULAR. '.
Scarcely Worn with Day Tollettes—Col-
and Stones for Evening Wear.
Jewels seem to be worn less and less
every year. With day toilettes they are
scarcely seen at all, and the fact was an-
thoritatively illustrated the other day at '
the marriage of the daughter of COunt
d’l—Iaussonvi‘lle, which bro ught together
.all that is related to royalty in France.
Scarce] y a jewel was to be seen in this,
elegant assemblage. The bride were not ‘
a. single gem. .
t The festive earring is so nearly out-l
of date that it is hardly found, except,
on the elderly. Not one woman in ten 1
under 30 to-day has her ears pierced.
As for the breast-pin, which in other ,
days was a necessary finish to the dress,
fashion at present has crowded it out |
of use. The collar band being fastened ,
behind, its effect is only marred by
placing a jewel in front. Also abrooch ~.
that fastens nothing, being superfluous, i
is out of taste.
In England, where white linen cuffs
are worn. with day gowns, sleeve but—
tons are ' a part of . dress, but French i
fashion does not tolerate linen cuffs, and
so sleeve buttons are as a rule not seen. '
Bracelets cannot be worn with long
sleeves, and thus there is very little '
left but finger ringsand the watch. i
Fashionable watches are very small;
the ordinary size is about an inch in di-
ameter. They are carved with decora— =,
t-ions, either crusted with diamonds or -
covered with colored enamels. If there
is a fob or a. pin, it is decorated to match.
There are also plain gold cases, perfect-
ly smooth. The old Geneva; pattern of
engraved concentric lines seems to have
disappeared.-
Therc is an awkwardnessimplacinga.
watch on a- femininc dress. If it is
pinned on no side of the bodice itlooks
foolishly like a society decoration, and
if it is worn.on a long chain“ dangling
from the neck, the chain is too conspicu-
ous, because it is out. of harmony with
the dress. Both these fashions are seen,
the last one the preferable. T he-chain
in vogue is of fine links, interspersed
Better than either of
these is the fob chain or Chatelaine
claspyand it is the: only method: that
taste can justify fon-a. watch worm. out
in sight. .
The side combs worn in the daytime
are of simple tortoise‘shell, or witha re<
ception dress they maybe backed with
gold. The hair dresser if asked will
contradict this and Say that paste dia— ‘
mond combs are all therage. The good
sense of the reader will decide whet-h-
er women of taste are likely to decorate
the head with diamonds for the street..
But evening dress lends itself as much.
as ever to jewel decorations. The' low
necks call for a necklace and the short
sleeves for bracelets; with evening'dress
one may still wear a brooch,.and with
the blouse bodice in fashion buckles,
particularly diamond ones, have at-
tained some importance..
The vogue continues for colored3
stones. They are set with diamonds-or
pearls, which, being colorless, form a
neutral background, and a. means of
keeping them apart. Thus necklaces
and bracelets are made of rubies in al-
ternation with pearls, each stone set
separately and the settings linked to—
gether. Pearl dog collars, which are.
still the favorite necklace, have slid‘es
set with colored stonesbedded in dia-
monds. '
This passion for color has led to the
pearl. It should be set with a- diamond;
also it may be set with an opal, for
the crimson of one seems to find an
echo in the red flames of the other, with
a result that is exquisite. The emerald
and the amethyst combine perfectly
with pearls. ‘
Opals continue very fashionable, as do
torquoise and other translucent and
opaque stones. There can be com-
bined for color without the disadvan—
tage that pertains to the brillian'ts, and
some of the most beautiful jewels of
this year are formed of such stones in
contrast. Thus a. necklace of cut coral
and black pearls in alternation, sep-
arated by a space of't‘hrce or four small-
er diamonds. This is delicious. An-
other similar arangement is. of tor-
quoises and moonstoncs. '
The same rule of combination holds
good for rings.
There is a great deal of colored enam—
cling, and as the French are past mas-
ters in this art, some wonderful work
is to be seen. It. is particularly applied
to watches and to the pin of the fOb .
that holds the watch, as mentioned
above. '
"Jewelry designs in general have im-
proved in taste—N. Y. Evening Tele-
gram.
No Salt in the Air.
M. E. Chaix, wishing to find out,
whether in calm weather the air of the
tity of sea. salhmadesevcralexperiments
in Jersey, in August, 1805. In each ex-
periment be caused, by means of an
aSpirator, 1,000 liters (30 cubic feet) of
air to pass through a solution of silver
nitrate. In every case the-re was not the
least cloudiness of the solution, prov-
ing that the air contained no salt; This
is not at all surprising, for it is well
known that the air contains salt only
when the wind carries off salt spray held
mechanically in suspension, and derived
from the wave crests; the salt of sea
water cannot evaporate into the at-
mosphere. The evident conclusion is
that, to obtainthe beneficial action of
sea air, we must go where the air is
sufficiently agitated by the wind to con-
tinually hold the sea water in suspen-
sion. Such localities are infinitely more
beneficial and active—Revue Scien-
tifique. ,
Hndn’t Seen It. -
.“My pa says you can have your pho--
tograph took now so as to show noth-
ing but your skeleton,” said Bob.
“What’s a skeleton?" asked Jack.
“I don’t know exactly,” said Bob,
“but everybody has one.” "
“I haven‘t,” returned Jack. “Least~
ways, if I have, I haven’t never seen
it.”—-Harper’s Round Table. "
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; A: draggims, ::r by mail.
"if-{2'7 "i =4 Con, 5974 CANAL S12, DR Y.
. ‘r-x’vvm'
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.
ADDRESS
Prof. George Yoerger.
N orwalk, Conn
or apply at this ofiice.
tJENTRlL NlTIlllllL BANK,
746 'WALL 81'" N ORWALK.“
URPOBATED SEPT. 1. 7876.
arrrAL.‘ ;- '- - - - - $100.00l5
nun M. HOLMES. Eresi-dent.
. L. Berna, Vice-President.
WILLIAM A. Gnarls. Cashier
DIREGTOBS :
unuE M. HOLMES. H. E. DANN,
E. Connmonam, J. T. Paowrrr
- a. L. BOYEB, S. H. H 0mm
J . Consmngn.
alscounl Day, Saturday.
Having purchasedl
the Market of E. J-..
1 WADHAMS, I have .
WADHAMS '
HAS '
SOLD
OUT-
restocked the same
.Meats, Fish
‘7 with
" Vegetables and Can-
‘ ned gcods. and so—
iicu. a share of your
patronage.
sealants E..SGHEUBER,l»
2r Wall Street.
WILLIAM S. KEMP,
Carpenthr -:- and -:- Builder,
34- West Main St.. Norwalk.
‘ Mr. Kemp has been a carpenter and builder
in Norwflx for the past 25 years, and refers to
OlVllt rs of buildings erected under his super-
vnsxon as to,workmansh1p.
Chilton Paint,
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. WILLIAMS
-Main St.
17
Liar cumms
cleaned and Grass Bleached.
No ,Abi as Used.
Nottingham, - - 65 Cents
Brussels, net and IaCe, 750
Irish Point Appliqde, . 3 I .00
A-
Send postal card to
TOCQUE’S
Dyeing. and cleaning Works, .
Broad River, Norwalk.
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Norwalk Chronicler