T E EE VEEEEG ‘ E E zEE TE
‘ Weak
Worn out, nervous women; receive
criticism where they should have
sympathy. They ‘ cannot help being
nervous, if their .blood is impure.
When the blood fails to feed the
nervesiuponxproper nourishment What
can you expect but nervous prostra-
.tiop, debility and nervous headaches?
If the cause is found in impure blood,
the cure must be in making the blood
pure. This is just what Hood’s Sarsa-
parilla does, and it has proved the true
nerve tonic because it is the true blood
purifier, and the solace, comfort and
defender of thousands of housewives,
Nervous
teachers, clerks and other sufferers of
of both sexes; Just read this letter:
“ I think it is my duty to tell what
Hood’s Sarsaparilla has done for me and
my family. Two years ago I was in a weak,
nervous condition and had dreadful pal-
pitations or jumping of my heart, fol-
lowed by sinking spells, which would last
for several minutes. Sometimes it would
seem as though I would never come out
of them. I was treated by the best physi-
- '“cians, but only for a little time did they
’help me. I seemed to be growing worse
,instead of better. I would often seem
{hungry, but when I ate, no matter how
glittle, it would cause me such misery that
I was often wicked enough to wish my-
'self dead. I had that «
'I;i red
=2»; fi-wm‘u .
languid, all-gone feeling and suffered aw-
ful distress in my stomach. I had given
up all hopes of ever being well, when
my mother wished me to try Hood’s
Sarsaparilla. I consented, to please her,
and before I had taken the whole of one
bottle I could see I was improving, and
soon was indeedvery much better. ’Its
eflects have been truly wonderful and I
hope this letter may be the means of help-
.lng other suffering men and
Women
to try Hood’s Sarsaparilla and be benefited
by it. We have used Hood’s Pills in our
family and find them very excellent,es-
pecially for constipation. We give Hood’s
medicines great praise, and If anyone
complains of feeling badly, I say ‘You
should take Hood’s and only Hood’s.”’
MRS. KrrrIE SMITH, 326 Dane Street, Wa-
terloo, Iowa. Remember that
Hood’s
Sarsaparilla
.Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1.
I’repared only by C. I. Hood 8: Co., Lowell, Mass.
f . the best familycathartic
Hood’s Pills and liver stimulant. 25c.
DAILY FREIGHT LINE.
EETWEEN
fN‘ ORWALK,
SO. NORWALK
AND ’
NEW YORK.
Propellers
int y of Norwalk,
Vulcan and Eagle.
Leave N orwalk at 5 p. m.
Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. m.
Leave New York, Pier 23,
E. R.. Beekman St., 5 p” m,
nears Your GIMME.
A fine building lot on Wilton ave-
. nue. If you intend to build, look at
this before purchasing.
V't’ater, gas and sewer on the avenue.
\
- Will be sold at a Bargain.
’WM. H. BYINGTON,
IlealEslale and Insurance,
, ' Room I.Gazette one.
.book men can’t fool me.
i
A LITTLE HEATHEN.
BY MONTGOMERY M. FOLSOM.
Jack was a heathen. Oh, the little
imp, how tough he was! I was amodel
boy. I was, for a. fact, you may be-
lieve it or not; I used to hold dbwn my
head when grace was being said; I
knew the Ten Commandments and the
Lord’s Prayer by heart, and I was a
child of many virtues.
Jack was as mean as the old scratch.
He would cut his eye around at me and
try to make me laugh while the blessing
was being asked; he would stick pinsin
the little boys as Nhey knelt at prayers;
he would roo birds’ nests, and when
remonstrated with would say:
“Why, my gracious, let the old fool
bird go lay some more aiggs, she’s got
trouble to lay a few little old aiggs like
them.” _ ’
We used to read tales in our reading
books about how bad boys came to bad
ends, and Jack Would laugh at them.
“Shucks!” he would say, “them old
What makes
gran’ma kill chickens on Sunday, if it’s
a sin to go in washin’?’ I notice one
thing: 01’ brother Kicklighter al’us eats
mighty hearty, and if it wus asin to kill
’em it’d be a sin to eat ’em. They can’t
scare nobody.”
Ah, the clear little old freckled face!
Worlds would I give to have it come be-
tween me and the sun again ere I reach
the vale of shadows.
He would whip the stuffing out of a.
boy for my sake. I remember once a
fellow called me “wormy.” we were
coming home from Sunday-school, and
I had. resolved not to resent any insult—E
a very convenient way of resolving, by
the way—and the big boy would have
gone unpunished but for Jack.
What did he do? He Lit onto that fel-
low, and he pelted him in the burr of
the ear and got him down and such a
thrashing that boy never toted before.
That was Jack's style. No foolish-
ness about him. He was of that par-
ticular type of ugliness that denotes
cussedness and original sin.
I used to pray for Jack when the
preacher would tell us to pray for all
those whom we thought needed our
prayers. Jack was cutting a jagged
“J” on the back of the seat while I was
praying for his conversion.
Ah, the days, the golden days, when
the summers seemed so long. I won-
der if the summers of paradise will not
possess that same sweet, delicious
lingering when the pathos and the pas-
sion of mortal life are past?
Sometimes I dream of Jack, now.
The other night, I don’t know what got
into me, but I dreamed that we were
rambling along the banks of one of
those winding southern rivers, whose
languid waters were murmu‘ring, whis-
pering, lisping among the reeds and
rushes.
There was a. flash of ~shining sand
around the bend, and we came to aplace
where there was a. thicket of cypress
saplings. I saw one that would make
the finest sort of a fishing pole, and
Jack went to cut it for me. It grew
right on the bank of a slough of black
water, on whose sheeny bosom the
tupelo gum berries were afloat.
I was timid—good boys are not. al-
ways brave boys—and Jack went to cut
the pole for me. I saw him Open the
little old rusty barlow knife, and he
reached far over the treacherous bank.
He had cut it. most in two, when
there was a crash.
“Splash!”
The spray flew upward in a shower
and blinded my eyes, and when I
opened them—Jack was gone!
I was sitting up in bed gasping,
struggling, choking, in my efforts to
call help. Such dreams are our lives
made up. Sometimes as I sit gazing up
at the summer heavens I am startled
by the illusion that I see that boy’s
face through arift in the clouds.
Jack was a. bad boy. Popper Joe
used to shake his head and mutter:
‘I tell you, dat boy’s sho’ ter come ter
some bad end.”
Then he would point to me and re-
mark:
“But dar’s a chilewv’at’ll be somebody.
Dat’s er good chile, de Lawd knows he
is, an’ folk’ll make much er him w’en he
gits ter be a growed up man.”
I was so pitifully pious in those
days. The fact is, I think I was not
well. The chariot wheels of time rolled
noiselessly on, and poor old blind Fate
sat in the doorway of the future,
with her palsied fingers un-tangling
the skein of destiny, her withered lips
all the while crooning those weird
ditties whose echoes now and then
thrill our souls with the warning of
prophecy. '
Jack was as tough as" a lightwood
knot, and nobody ever thought about
him getting sick. He was too full of
devilment to stay in bed, but they were
very careful about me. .
One winter we had an awful spell of
weather and the stock suffered severe-
ly, for we had no shelter for them in the
country in the days when I was a boy.
Jack had a favorite cow that had
a little calf, and one cold drizzly after-
noon the cow and calf failed to come
home. Jack went in search of them.
and it was late when he came back. He
lead brought the little calf in his arms
:1 good portion of the way, and he drove
the cow into the lot and gave her a. big
basket of shucks and nubbins,'and put,
the little, weakly calf in a warm pla cc.
It was dark when he came in, cold
and tired, but he was as joyous and
light-hearted as ever. He went over the
rigmarole about— .
“Amo daree my, romp stomp domi-
nicker, shuck back, penniwinkle, instep
nipcat, sing song kitty kin you kimec,
O,” and he cut a. shuttle and turned‘a
handspring as he came through the
passage.
Before we went to bed we sat down
before the fire and took the wet rags
off his toes and tied them up with some
dry ones, jokingly calling his big toe
“big Ike,” and the little toe “little-Ike,”
Ins he fixed them. ‘ ‘ ‘
the whole summer and ’tain’t much-
_._
During the night he woke me up tell-
ing me he was so hot and that he ached
all over. I told him to go to sleep and
not turn over and kick so much. Next
morning he said he felt too bad to get
up, and asked me to see about his cow
and especially the calf.
I grumbled a. good; deal, and went
and told grandma that Jack was too lazy
to get up. She went to see about him
and she said he had a fever. I went out
and attended to the'cow, expecting to
find him up when I returned, but he
was still tossing about in bed, and he
began to talk foolish. . .
I scolded him aboutit and told grand
ma. She looked very grave when she
went in and felt of his face, and she
went and told one of the boys to go
after the doctor.
Then I began to get uneasy. The
place seemed so lonely and I never
missed anyone so much in my life.
The cat dozcd on the hearth in peace
and the house was so quiet and still.
The old doctor drove up to the gate in
his sulky and took out his little leather
saddle-bags and walked into the room
where J ack was.
I watched him anxiously and when
he took grandma aside and talked low
to her I just caught the word “pneu-
monia.” It Was unfamiliar to me, and
I felt a. premonition of coming sorrow.
All day long I hung about the door,
and late in the evening they told me
that I would have to sleep in another
room. I went in to see Jack, and he was
tossing about, muttering something
about his cow. '
“I fed her, Jack, and I threw down
some straw for her to sleep on,” I said-
He looked at me, but he did not seem
to understand. His eyes were so bright
and his checks were so red that I didn’t-
know what to make of it. That night
I could not go to sleep and kept staring
at the ceiling, thinking, thinking,
thinking. -
At last I got up softly and stole into
his room. The candle was burning
low and grandma and grandpa were
sitting by the fire. Jack was lying still,
with his eyes half open and he was
breathing hard.
“Is he any better?” I asked, with a
great lump in my throat
“N o, my son, he is mighty sick. Go
back to bed now.”
I went back to my room and I got
down on my knees. I never will for-
get that night. I prayed; prayed as I
nevér prayed before, as I have never
prayed since. The words were broken
with sobs. _
Oh, the anguish of those dark hours!
I would pray awhile and then I would
stop and wonder if the good Lord
heard me. Perhaps He was too busy at
the time, and I would ask Him again in
my childish simplicity, hoping that I
might attract His attention.
A way long towards day I fell asleep.
and the sun was shining when I awoke,
shining in the cloudless heavens, and
the day was real mild.
I went into the room where the sick
boy lay, and I saw that there was a.
change. His face was pale and his eyes
sunken, and his breath came in gasps.
I gulped down a sob as I-looked at that
shaggy head, and thought how often I
had seen it bobbing about the house.
Such a day as this we would be out
about the lot. and you could hear his
whistle as merry as a mocking birdlin
May.
And now—
The candlestick with the half-burned
candle, three medicine bottles on the
mantel; the cup and the spoon and all
the sad reminders of sickness and suf-
fering. Aunt Ailsie walking softly
about the room, keeping watch while
the old folks got a little sleep.
“Is he any better?”
“No chile, he ain’t no better, honey.
De doctah say cf dey ain’ some change
po’ little Jack won’t be heah long.”
I couldn’t bear it. The good old
mammy came and put her withered
arms around me and kissed me and told
me not to cry. I went out to the lot
and Popper Joe was giving the cow
some nubbins, and the calf was skip-
ping clumsily around. The sight of
them set meto crying again, and I
turned away. Ali, the dismal day!
Better the clouds and the dreary rain
with Jack well, than floods of sun-
shine and he so sick. Late in the aft-
ernoon grandma called me.
“Come in here, son, J ack wants to
see you.” ‘
I went into the room. The lingering
rays of the wintry sun struggled in
through the windows and fell on the
snowy counterpane.
His face was ashen pale, and his eyes
were no longer restless. He looked at
me and a. faint- smile played about the
pinched features. It was like the dy-
ing light of the wintry day. .
He motioned me to come closer, and
found that his voice was so weak that
he could but speak in whispers. The
old doctor sat with his hand on the
little wrist, and the family Were gath-
_ ered around the bed.
Then the fountains of my heart were
broken. up and I gave way to my grief.
“I want you to have all my things.
Good-by,” he whispered, and then they
.took me away. . .
As I lay sobbing and moaning in my
room, I heard a cry from Aunt. Ailsie:
“Oh, God bless my po’ chile. Dey’s
one mo’ angel done gone to glory!”
Now, I have told you the story. I
cannot, even unto this day, dwell
further on the sad theme. But itis a.
mystery to me why people should keep
on harping about good boys and bad
boys when I know just as well as I am
sitting here that my boy comrade has
gone to a better world than this!
And look at me. I was a. model bOy,
and have lived to make more mistakes,
suffer for more sins, and weep over
more wrecked hopes than I can ever
tell. _
Dear Old playmate, here is a. tear to
your memory, to the memory of abad
boy whose Wantonness was mistaken
for wickedness. v,Had you lived who
knows but that your strength might
have walled in my weakness, and kept .
these. erring foet from straying,—
Southern Farmer. ‘
TREES or THE, SOUTH. * -
A Great Forestry Exhibit at the
Atlanta Exposition.
To Be One of the Most Elaborate Dis-
plays of the Wood Industries Ever
Wltnesud in This Country—
A Promised Surprise.
Forestry will share with minerals a.
beautiful building, eighty by three
hundred and twenty feet, built all of-
tree trunks, with the bark intact, and
ornamented within and without with
minerals and many interesting plant
forms peculiar to the south, such as
gray moss and palmetto. The central
pprtion of the building is an octagonal
rotunda that rises above the roof in the
form of a. low tower, and in which a.
first-class restaurant will be conducted.
The roof, reached by a. spacious stair-
way in the central dome, will be used
as a promenade and garden. As the
building is adjacent to “The Terraces,”
the Midway of the exposition, and
faces the plaza, the view from this
roof will make it a favorite resort of
visitors. The rotunda. will contain the
exhibits of the Forestry-division of the
Agricultural department and of the
United States geological survey, which
will stretch into the wings on either
side.
The Forestry division, says the
Washington Post, is preparing an elab-
orate exhibit of the forest resources of
the southern states which will aston-
ish even the southerners themselves
with the extent and richness of their
domain. Especial attention will be
given in this division to the results of
the tests of southern pines recently
made by the forest division, and a. test-
ing machine in operation, with many
blocks showing the result of tests, will
be one of the features. ,
Dr. Fernow is having prepared a series
of relief maps to show the effects of
erosion in southern states in places
where lands have been cleared for cul-
tivation that had better been left to
forest growth, and the process of re-
claiming such lands by brush dams and
reboisement will also be shown. - An
elaborate display of the naval store in-
dustry and a collection of foreign woods
suitable for cultivation in the southern
states will also be included in the
government exhibit.
The remainder of the east wing of
the building will be devoted to the
general exhibits of the forestry de-
partment. The roof of the building is
supported by two ' rows of massive tree
trunks, which divide it into three aisles.
The central isle is to be ornamented
with a. colonnade of polished columns.
Each column is made of selected woods,
carefully joined to show their grains,
then turned and polished. They are
twelve feet high and one foot in diam-
eter, and each one will be surmounted
by a group of flags. On either side of
the colonnade , the exhibits of the
southern shipping ports will be ar-
ranged. A walk through this colon-
nade will thus reveal to the visitor the
leading characteristics of all of the
great shipping ports of the south, from
Norfolk to Galveston, and it is expected
that this will prove a unique feature of
the exposition.
The southern railroads, with charac-
teristic enterprise, are devoting a great
deal of energy toward being adequately
represented at the Atlanta exposition,
and several of them that are largely in-
terested in the lumber-carrying trade
are preparing to show the northern
visitors the forest wealth along their
routes by rich displays in the Forestry
building.
The side aisles will be devoted to the
displays of lumber manufacturers and
to forest products, On one side will be
grouped the coniferous timbers—the
pines, cypress and cedar, while on the
other the numerous economic varieties
of southern hardwoods will be dis-
played. Very few people have any idea
of the great timber wealth of the
south, and Mr. Fernow has planned a.
collected exhibit of lumber and wooden
manufacturers that shall at Once be ed-
ucational and attractive in character.
The southern pines have within the
past few years become formidable ri—
vals of the white pine of the north, and
with reason; for the long-leafed pine is
in every way better adapted to heavy
construction than any of the northern
species, while the short leaf is deserved-
ly popular as a house-finishing lumber.
The cypress is now coming rapidly to
the front as a. rival of the southern
pines. Few woods present the beauty
and variety of grain that are found in
curled and wavy cypress, while its
great durability is creating for it a con-
stantly increasing demand. The Cy:
press association will make a special
exhibit of cypress lumber, and it will
be well worthy of inspection. '
The states of North Carolina, Ken-
tucky, Tennessee and Arkansas are
peculiarly rich in hard woods, which
also abound throughout the northern
part of the gulf states. All these will
be elaborately displayed, and the re-
sult will be a. collection of peculiar at-
tractiveness to the true lover and one
calculated to arouse interest in the
mind of every visitor. .
For those who care more for the ap-
plications of natural wealth, the ex-
hibit of ferest products will command
. attention. In this class the processes
' of manufacture are to be everywhere
illustrated. Aside from the many
wares composed of wood, such as
cooperage, basket and bent wares, hol-
loware, etc., and the product (if the
pine rosin, there are forest industries
peculiar to the south. Among these
may be mentioned moss bedding, made
from the Spanish moss, which grows
in such an abundance on the like oaks,
and the pine fiber, 3. product of the
leaves of the pine. All these varied
wood nmanufactures displayed in the
successive stages of their making, from
the rough material to the finished ar-
ticle, will form part of a. forestry ex-
hibit that will tend to suggest to the
visitor an answer to the oft-repeated.
questiOn: “What is done with all the
wood that is cut?” ‘
Aside from these varied collection ex-
hibits, space is being taken by large
concerns so that the commercial aspect
will not be lost in the Forestry building.
BACILLI lNa POSTAGE STAMPS.
A New Scientific Diem” dud HOW ItEx-
plalned, 3 Stamp Collector’s Sickness.
According to the latest stories of
medical science, the power of the 'mi-
crobe is daily becoming greater and
greater, saysthe New York World. At
first the item went around that the
bacillus of disease lurked in the kiss;
then that infinitesimal thousands of '
bacilli were hidden within the dirt in-
crusting the dollar bill. Lastly, it has
come to be known that an almost equal
danger, medically, lies in the pages of
old books. A far more wonderful phase
of microbia, though, is told in the re-
cent discovery of a French physician.
This is that the innocent-appearing
and cleanly looking postage stamp is‘a
vehicle that cannot be surpassed as a.
transmitter. Ninety-nine out of every .
postage stamps are fastened on their
envelopes after being well moistened
with ' the tongue. Saliva, as is well
known, is almost invariably, if not en-
tirely so, the headquarters, as it were,--
of the disease bacilli that infest anyone
person. Upon the sticking on of each
postage stamp literally thousands of
these arecarried away adhering to the
gum and many, it is assured, find their
way in the course of handling directly
Into other organisms.
Of course the danger most likely
comes to the man or woman who re-
ceives the letter, particularly if he or
she be a. stamp collector. FOllowing
out this French theory an interesting
table of statistics might be made upon
the prevalence of contagious diseases
in families who have a stamp collection
in their midst. In default of this ever
having been attempted, one authenti-
cated instance of the transmission of
diseases germs has been given out. A
certain French gentleman was made
miserable quite recently by a parasit-
ical malady which spread over his beard
and caused him intense distress. His
physician’s aid having been invoked, it
was discovered, strange to say, that
while the disease was well known to
medical science, it existed only in Col-
ombia, South America. The patient
had never been to Colombia, however,
nor had he even crossed the ocean at
anytime of his life. The only possible
clew that the doctor could get was that
the ,young man frequently received let-
ters from a. correspondent or two resid-
ing within Colombia’s boundaries.
Quite sufficient was this to cause the
doctor to make a. further investigation.
He found upon inquiry that the young
man was more or less an enthusiastic
stamp collector, and that in the case of
these Colombian stamps he had torn
them off the envelope and soaked them
in water. It was quite conceivable, the
physician argued, that while engaged
in this pastimehe might readily have}
stroked his beard with his dripping or
even moist hands, and thus transferred
Ehe bacilli imprisoned in the gum to his
ace.
The disease he was affected with was
known as “piedra,” and in the opinion
of French scientists there seems to be
little question that he got it in the way
stated above. , ,
POISON EATERS. ’4
A Nation Whose People Are Great Con-
sumers of ArSenlc. .
Styria, a duchy having a population
of about a. million and a half, and lying
south of Gratz in the mountains .por-
tion of the great German confederation,
is noted for Its arsenic eaters. Accord-
ing to Dr. Norman Kerr, in his “Ine-
briety and Narcomania,” arsenic eat-
ers abound in every city, village and
neighborhood, and in thousands of
cases, every adult in a family uses it al-
most the same as sugar. Heilland tells
of a. Styrian peasant who contracted the
poison-eating habit by taking one and
a half grains of arsenic on the first day,
three on the second and five and a. half
on the third. This man increased the
doses so that by the end of' the first
year he was regularly eating twelve
grains of the drug three timesa. day
without visible harm. Maclagan men-
tions the case of a. man who daily con-
sumed twenty-two and one-half grains,
seven and one-half grains before each
meal, of the poisonous drug. In his
estimation this was something truly
extraordinary. Heilland’s case is, of
course, much more wonderful, but Dr.
Kerr reckons both as freaks, and gives
it as his opinion that the regular poison-
takers of Styria do not average more
than five and One-half grains during
each twenty-four hours. The remark-
able part of this German oddity is
the fact that nearly everybody in the
entire province is addicted to the habit.
Like the clay-eaters of the southern
states, they are known by their sallow,
waxy-looking faces.
__
THE MODERN WOMAN.
Who 8110 In Porplexod an Opponent, and
Prdvod Bis Ignorance.
“Now, the modern woman,” began
Snifter, “is really attracting more at-
tention than modesty will permit—”
“If the fool men would mind their
own business there would be no
trouble,” replied Mrs. Snifter.
“That’s it!” responded Snifter. “I’m
impressed more and more every day
with the forwardness of the modern
woman.”
“There’s certainly room enough for
all in the world to live.”
“Yes, my dear, but the modern wom-
an is destined to destroy all that is
lovable in the very thought of woman—”
“It seems to me,” said Mrs. Snifter,
“that there is not that sympathy be-
tween men and women that ought to
exist—” \
“Ah! my dear,-I have thought of that,
but ydu know that the modern woman'
has rendered such a. thought distaste-
ful—”
“But cannot men he gentlemanly?”
“Ah! my dear, you don’t understand.
The modern woman—”
“Who is the modern woman?”
“Eh? What?”
“Who is‘she?”
“Why—er—huh?”
T “That’s What I thought, Snifter. , To
ask a man what he’s talkingxabout is to
find out he’s an idiot!” ,
And, somehow, Snifter hasn’t thought
so much about ’ the" modern, ,woman
since. ,‘ ‘ ' ' .'
, 3. transistor.—
Riv. Wit. N. Sum: I 's,
716 E. I78th Street, writes:
“ Tumour; N. Y. .Glrir,
May 13th, 1895. i
_“ I am glad to see you are pushing -
SALVA-CEA. It is worthy * of it. _
After having given it _.a thorough
trial for over a year, I am persuaded
that it comes nearest to being a
“ PANACEA,” a. delightful cure-all, of
anything of its kind that I have ever“ -
known. I have come, to believe that ”
you are even modest in your claims of
its excellence. verily, it is the oil -
of gladness.
WM. N. SEARLES.”
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 chafingécolds—and
. nasal catarrh, especially the dry
catarrh so prevalent in this
Country. '
Two sizes, 2 5 and so cents pct-box.
At druggists, or by mail.
For deaf-seatedjaz'n and rheumatism of
tkcjaint: use Salad-(Ea, “ Extra Strong.”
Sold in tin: at 75 cent: ear/n.
Tm: anna'm Co., 274 Canal St, N. Y.
J. D. Jennings. _
UN DERTAK ER.
_ 1 Knight street. opposite
Street RailWay Donor.
BE LL A1 OFFICE.
LIGHT PARCEL and.
LUBKWOfl-D’S PACKAGE DELIVERY
Cheap rates, Will also take orders for mes
cougar service In New York. Goods called.
01. and deliyered to all arts of the town|
orders received at E P. eed’s Drug Store.
lWall Streetnnth telephone connection un-.
l "“" o. E LooKwoon.
CENTRAL NATIONAL BANK.
746 WALL 812, N OB WALK.
ORPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876.
APITAL. :- - - - - - 5100.006
mus ELHOLMES. President.
. 1.. Burns. Vice-President. ,
WILLIAM A. Gnarls, Cashier
DIRECTORS :
01:61:: M. HOLMES. H. E. DANN,
1., CUNNINGHAM, J. T. Pnown'r
31.1.. Borax.
S. H. Benin
J . ConsmsdJn. ~
slscounl Day. Saturday.
' Having purchased
the Market ofE. J.
WADHAMS, I have
WADIIAMS
IIAS
SOLD
OUT-
. licit a share of your
restocked the same
with Meats, Fish
Vegetables and Can-
. ned goods, and so-
patronage.
Ecnims E. Stadium!»-
2 I Wall Street.
WILLIAM S. KEM P,
Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder,
34 West Main St.. Norwalk.
_ Mr. Kemp has been a carpenter and builder
1n Norwalk for t. 9 past 25 years. and refers to
owners of buildings erected under his super-
vmon as to workmanship. '
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. .
II. H. WILLIAMS
1’? Main St.
SPECIAL SALE
_..._OF..‘___
MILLINERY
. SATURDAYEAHD MONDAY, MAY 9-“.
‘ ,
A Reduction of 25 per cent. on all
. Trimmed Hats and Bonnets. Ladies '
desiring a nice Trimmed Hat for little
money, will do“ well to attend this sale.
F~chETTfs_,. . ‘
' = Newman; "
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