I I: c h in g If ‘there is one thing more than another which gratifies us, it is the great volume 'of hearty thanks which come from grateful parents for the cures Hood’s Sarsapai'illa has effected upon theii children. The agony of despair turns to unspeakable joy as mothers and fathers see dreadful sores and eruptions gradually yield to the potent purifying power of this great medicine, and bright boys and girls given peifect health. Read this . “When my baby was four weeks old, scrofulous eczema broke out on his body. He became literally covered with When six months old the breaking out healed on his body, but his head, face and arms were a terrible sight. I passed many sleepless nights holding his little hands to keep him from scratching his face. I cannot tell what he suffered with the sores. One doctor attended him a year without avail. No one thought he would ever get Well. He was almost a year old when I commenced to give him Hood’s Sarsapa- rilla. He soon grew so much better that Cured I was able to rest at night. Gradually the sores on his head and arms healed, the burning and itching ceased, and he slept better. In 2 months he looked like an- other child, gained strength, was cured. I recommend all persons afflicted with eczema or any skin disease to take Hood’s Sarsaparilla. I feel assured that it will do wonders for others. I cannot praise it too highly for what it has done for my Wt; ers- 1.4' .‘—,- poor little sufferer. It is hard to believe he is the same child, he is now such a big, hearty, fat boy, a very picture of health. If more people would give Hood’s Sarsaparilla to their children, there would not be so many poor, delicate little ones.” Mas. AGNES C. BAILEY, Box 91, McVey- town, Pennsylvania. This and other similar cures prove that Hoods Sarsaparilla Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1. Be sure to get Hood’s and only Hood’s. It is prepared only by C. 1. Hood 8: Co., Lowell, Mass. are all Liver Ills and HOOd’S pIIIS SickHeadache. 25cents. DAILY FREIGHT LINE NORIIVALK. so. NORWALK NEW YORK. Propellers (May of Norwalk, Vulcan and Eagle. LeaVe Norwalk at 5 p. m. Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. 111. Leave New York, Pier 23, E. R., Beekman St., 5 p? In, nmrflpuntniucr: A fine building lot on Wilton ave- nue. If you intend .to build, look at this before purchasing. Water, gas and sewer on the avenue. Will be sold at a Bargain. W. H. BYINGTON,« IIeaI Eslale land. Insurance, l Room I. Gazette B’I’d.’ . THE ROSE JAh. i remember in my childhood. in a quaint, old- fashioned room, A rose-jar, flushed with crimson, like the colors of the dawn It stood upon a little shelf, filled to odorous ' rim, , With roses that had blossomed in the sum- mers past and gone. Oh, what a charm swept o'er me. when some- tlmes sitting there, I held the jar in careful hands, and breathed its fragrant scent; I heard the bees go humming, and I felt the breezes blow, I saw the river flowing where the drooping willow bent. .Sweet friend, you say the roses that bloomed for you are dead. You only have the withered leaves to hold within your heart; The summer’s warmth has gone, and the golden sunshine fled, And the snows of cruel winter, their blasting chill impart. ._. , . I only know that now and then, your heart has stood ajar, And thoughts like perfume sweet and rare across your soul have swept;‘ Dear thoughts, like summer blossoms. swift thoughts, like eager birds, Shy thoughts. like blue-eyed violets, where summer showers have wept. Then keep the withered rose-leaves, preserve them in your heart, Their perfume blesses other lives with thoughts of Summer hours: And friend. dear friend, though winter snow lies white and. chill to-day, Yet, after winter comes the May, and spring- time brings the flowers. —Gussie P. Dubois, in Chicago Interior. CAUGHT HY A CLAM BY CHARLES STUART PRATT. “One does not usually regard the clam as a dangerous animal,” re- marked my friend, Jack Ballantine, as he shook a silver pepper-box over a plate of the delectable Little Neck bivalves, “yet the narrowest escape of my life ‘was from a clam.” Jack Ballantine was an old school- mate. I remembered him as the ad- venturous spirit among the boys, but had not seen him since we graduated from the Latin high school, a dozen years before, till that very day. Coming down town to business in the morning, I had met him face to face by the frog pond, and we had engaged to dine together and bring our life-stories up to date. “Not being a dyspeptic, or otherwise impaired in your body,” said I, smiling across to his sturdy bronzed face, “your terrible clam could hardly have been of the Little Neck sort.” “Hardly,” replied Ballantine, with a laugh. “The clam that captured me would have made a meal for a regular fairy-tale giant. It weighed probably twenty pounds, and its tremendons shells four or five hundred pounds more.” I ‘ “You must mean the giant clam of East Indian waters?” observed I, in- quiringly. “I believe the single shells of that great bivalve are sometimes used for holy-water fonts in Catholic churches. ” “Yes, and in the islands of Oceana. for babies’ bathtubs,” said Ballantine. “The particular tridacna gigas in ques- tion, however, with which I had a. brief but fearful acquaintance, was‘ alive, and a. dozen fathoms deep in tropic waters—in the Torres strait, between Queensland and New Guinea.” So, while we waited the next course, Ballantine began the story of his ex- traordinary adventure. “I believe you went to your uncle in London, after- our Latin school ac- quaintance, ” remarked I. ”You wrote me on arriving there, but not after- ward.” “Yes. Uncle Ballantine had mining and pearling interests in Queensland, and I went out almost immediately aft- er reaching London: I was located at Cooktown, on the northeast coast.” “The region and the life were full of interest to me, and I soon became fam- iliar with mining on land and pearling at sea. We had quite a fleet of luggers ——vessels of five to twenty tons,’ two 'short masts, and manned with crews of half a. dozen natives, Kanakas, J aps, Chinese, or Malays, maybe. “One of our captains was an old Nan- tucket whaler, and I now and then went out to the fishing grounds with him. “On one of these pearling trips we went up the coast, around Cape York, into Torres strait. It was there 1 had my narrow escape from a clam. “Almost at the start we struck rich bottom, and our diver was bringing up three or four hundred pairs of shells a day—worth about that number of dol- lars. By the end of the month we had a cargo of eight or ten tons. Of course the mother-of—pearl lining of the shells is the bread and butter of the business. The round pearls of the jeweler are the cake (or perhaps I should say the pie, being inNew England.) . “ I always did have an irresistible desire to get at the inside of things, and ‘see the wheels go round,’ and I had long wanted, for once at least, to touch deep-sea bottom, and behold the mar- vels of which I had heard. “The captin tried to dissuade me. He had been a. diver himself, and knew from personal encounter the dangers of the descent, But as usual, I had my - own way, though it was nigh to being for the last time. “At last the face glass was. set in place, and I stepped over the side of the lugger. I slipped off the wet lower round and sank, sank, down, down, down, into the depths of waters. “That sudden delirious descent was measured by seconds, yet I lived an age of vision and sensation, as a drown- aginings the captain’s ~-bla.ck tales and warnings had projected into my dreams of the night before seemed about to be realized in double terror— then, in a flash, all mental distress was blotted out .by overpowering physical sensations, suffocating press- ure, to which POe’s inquisition chamber were paradise. . “I struggled 'spasmodically, I be- lieve I shrieked. Then with a clash the agony ceased, and my lead- weighted feet pressed the air within my armor, and went bounding over the sea bottom like an India rubber tennis ball. ing man does—all the nightmare im-' “In the midst of this exhilarating spurt I pulled up suddenly. - “As if it had instantly materialized from the sea water, I was face to face with a gigantic shark. membered, however, that while naked native divers are occasionally devoured by these demons of the deep, they never attaCk the armored diver. “Indeedl- I fancy now that the shark was quite as startled as the diver, for after a second he wheeled and glided off to one side. “As I started on once , more I was stopped a second time, not by an ob- stacle before, but by a sharp pull on the air pipe behind my helmet, which jerked me over sprawling on my back. “My first thought was that the shark had attacked me in the rear, but on scrambling to my feet and facing about I saw that the air-pipe, which, in my first sudden stop, had probably slack- ened till it lay on the bottom, was ap- parently caught against some protrud- ing object. “I hastened back to release it, when, to my surprise, I found it held fast be- tween the shells of a. giant clam. “I gave the stout wire-lined tubing a. twitch, then a strong pull, bracing my feet against the great bivalve. Then I clutched the rims of the shell and strove to separate them. But the vise-like jaws were relent- less. As easily I might have rended a granite ledge at some seam in its center. "“1333 7 “Then I turned to the life-line to sig-‘" nal the tender in the boat. As I did so I saw that it, too, had become slack, and was tangled' In a branching coral. I dashed forward to disengage it, but before I reached it Iwas again twitched backward by the air-pipe. “Then, for the first time, I realized the full significance of the situation. My air supply was stopped, communi- cation with the upper world out off, and I, Jack Ballantine, in all the vigor of young manhood, chained to my death at the bottom of Torres strait. “And now a sudden sense of suffoca- tion warned me that my struggle was limited to seconds. “In a flash of memory I recalled the tale of one like disaster, where the diver cut his air-tube with a dash freed his life-line, and was drawn up half dead. But I had no knife; in that sud- den backward fall I had lost hold of it. “Then, as I lifted my eyes in a. last despairing search for succor, I beheld, resting in the branching coral before me—and to this day I marvel at the miracle of it—.-an iron bar, pointed at one end—a veritable crowbar. “In an instant I was prying at the jaws of the giant clam, with the lever- age of the bar and the strength of des- peration. For a suffocating moment the struggle was unava iling, then one rim split away and the pipe was free. “I turned toward the life-line, stag- gered and fell across it, insensible! “I suppose the weight of my falling body gave the line the one je'rk which was the signal to the tender to ‘pull up.’ Anyway, the tender got the sig- nal, and the next I knew I was lying on the deck of the lugger, the old Nan- tucketer On his knees at my side, and all the scared crew standing about.” “Truly a. most extraordinary tale, as well as a. terrible experience,” I ex- claimed, as Ballantine ended his story, and the waiter brought on the dessert. “That crowbar, for instance, is a strain on an everyday businessman’s creduli- ty,” and I looked past my friend’s face to the bronze face of Franklin across the street. “And yet it' is only another instance of truth stranger than fiction,” assert~ ed Ballantine. “Why, the first time the old Nantucketer I have mentioned went down, on recovering from the daze of sudden descent, he saw in a crotch of the coral before him a. bottle of pale ale, and if a beer, why not a crowbar?”—Boston Globe. .— A FAMOUS PAINTING. The Enormous Ransom Offered for the Picture of St. Jerome. 0n the throne of Modena was an Austrian archduke; his government was remorselessly shattered and vir- tually destroyed. The ransom was fixed at ten milliOn francs and twenty of the best pictures in the principality. But on that of Parma. was a Spanish prince with whose house France had made one treaty. and hoped to make a better one. The grand duke, there- fore,was graciously allowed to pur- chase an armistice by an enormous but possible contribution of two millions in money together with provisions and horses in quantity. The famous St. Jerome of Correggio was among the twenty paintings seized in Modena. The archduke repeatedly ofiered to ransom it for one million francs, the amount at which its value was esti- mated, but his request was not granted. Next came Bologna. and its surround- ing territory. Such had been the tyranny of ec- clesiastical control that the subjects of the pope in that most ancient and famous seat of learning welcomed the French with unfeigned joy; and the fairest portion of the papal states passed by its oWn desire frOm under the old yoke. The successor of St. Peter was glad to ransom his capital by a payment nominally of twenty-one million francs. In reality it was far more; for his galleries, like those of Modena, were stripped of their gems, while the funds seized in government offices, and levied in irregular ways, raised the total value forwarded to Paris to nearly double the nominal contribution. All this, Bonaparte ex- plained, was but a. beginning, the idle- ness of summer heats. “This armiS- tice, ” he wrote to Paris on June 21, 1796, “being concluded with the dog- star rather than with the papal army, my opinion is that you should be' in no haste to make peace, so that in Sep- tember, if all goes well' in Germany and northern Italy, We can take posses- sion of Rome.”—Prof. Sloane, in Cen‘ tury. ' ' ——It is estimated that. of the total sum raised for the support of the Prot- testant churches of this country, over one-third is now procured by the ef< forts or labors of women. ' I I quickly re- . SOME STRANGE SHOWERS Visible Only to the Alcoholized. Vision of Tlpplers. Tough Yarns ‘Spun by Seasoned Coll- otornlnns About Lizards and other Small Deer Descending from the Clouds. r Col. Bixby, Judge oDukes and Maj. Finney came over from the Barstow diggings one evening recently with a big .story about a storm a, few evenings before'on the Laramie plains in which it rained lizards. They had been over the divide to the Waterman ranch, and on returnng were over- taken by a gale, which presently brought rain. For an hour or so it goured in torrents, and then, just at usk, they felt something solid strik- ing them occasionally. At length the colonel, who was sitting on the back seat, says a. writer in the New York Sun, reached down into the wagon box and pulled out a. “water dog” about six inches long. This convinced the tourists that an extraordinary storm was in‘progress, and to some extent prepared them for what followed. “Little by little,” Said the judge, ards and to ads were thicker’n flies. We turned up .our coat collars and pulled down our hats, but it did no good. They’d strike us in the face, in the lap, on the back and all over, and the horses became wild with terror. We lost our way, and the major got out to look at the ground, but jumped back into the wagon again with a yell, say- ing it was knee deep with lizards. By this time it had stopped raining and we came to the conclusion, after mature reflection, that the area of the storm could not be large, and that if we moved straight ahead in almost any di- rection we would soon be out of it. Acting on this determination we start- ed up again, and in the course of half an hour we struck hard ground. We camped near there, and when daylight came we went back a ways and exam- ined the lizards. There were millions of them, the great majority of them being dead as the result of their fall; .but there were plenty of live ones, and the way they were crawling was a cau- tion. ” Some one having asked what theory they had to advance' in explanation of this visitation, the major said that there was a lake on the summit of the mountain off toward Banning that was full of lizards, and he had no doubt that the wind, which was very high, had scooped out that body of water with all its contents and dumped them on the Laramie plains. He knew of a similar case in Kansas. A tornado had followed the line of a river and scooped it out so clean for a. distance of nine- teen miles that farmers living thirty miles from the stream found fish, tur- tles and frogs in their front dooryards, and believed they had rained down. The colonel said he had brought a. few of the lizards in to show the folks, and he would get them, but, after search- ing the wagon box in vain, he was forced to apologize by saying that they had prob ably come to life and crawled away. Capt. Nelson, the saloonkeeper, who had been a patient listener, shook his head and said: “Old Hank Moore was the only man I ever knew who could get ’em and be kind of pleasant and sociable with ’em. He never made no fuss, never got excited, and never got scared. He’d be walking along on the sidewalk, and all of a sudden he would see a little baby elephant ahead of him, and would run along and try to climb on his back. Then, when he’d fall, he’d swear that somebody tripped him up, and he’d get all over it. An hour later he would get you off in the corner and tell you confidentially that he wanted a drink, but that he couldn’t swallow it unless you took that alligator off the bar. I’ve seen Hank go out in the street lots of times to avoid stepping on a toad that he thought he saw. But he was always happyand good natured about it. He could see more elephants in a- minute than any man you ever knew, and sometimes when they were partic- ularly thick he would get up a. dance with them. He was a. pleasant man to have around. When he got the tre- mens, he would always get them right, and nobody was the worse for it. “One day he came in from the Dodge City plains with a long story about see- ing a drove of elephants out there. I didn’t know him so well then as I did' afterward, and he was so quiet about it that I believed him, and just for the fun of the thing I drove out there with him. After we had gone a few miles he made me stop and then start up slow because he didn’t want to hurt them. “ ‘Hurt what?’ says I. ‘ “ ‘The little elephants,’ said he. ‘ ‘Then. I looked at him, and he jumped out of the buggy and began' to chase one of them. Pretty soon I got tired, and I. began to chase him. He and I had it there for about him hours, but I ran him'down and got him into the wagon. Then he. wanted me to take one of them home with me, and just to please him I pre- most to Laramie, and then it vanished.”' After all hands had partaken of the landlord’s cheer, he added: “Now, then, judge, major and colonel, I don’t ‘mind telling you that Hank Moore’s drove of elephants was seen in the same place that the lizards were, but there was something rather enter-- taining about the way he led’ em. I’m afraid you’re mixing a little too much.” Hard to Believe. . ' The Lewiston Journal prints 3. story which slanders the gallant sons of Maine. Needless to say, it cannot, be true. A Knox county man and his wife were passing a schoolhouse when a snow- ball struck the lady. Her husband,natur- ally, was highly indignant, and, turns ing about, he shook his-fist at the schodl- ' boys, and cried: “It’s lucky for you that ‘ , you didn’t hit me. you young rascals.” “t he bombardment increased, until liz-' tended to put one into, the wagon. Her patted the imaginary elephant, and . was very contented with it until we got' THEY ENJOYED THE JOKE. The Elephanto App—reclined a Good Thing , When They Saw It. - A number of years which was called “Leaves from the Life of a. Special Correspondent," MLO’Shea, the author of the book, gave the follow~ ing description of an adventure he had with a herd of elephants. Said he: “A young friend asked me once to show him some elephants, and I took him along with me, having 'firstborrowed an apron and filled it with oranges. This he was to carry whilst accompany- ing me in the stable, but the moment we reached the door the herd set up such a trumpeting—they had scented the fruit-that he dropped the apron and its contents, and scuttled off like a. soared rabbit. There were eight ele- phants, and when I picked up the oranges I found I had twenty-five. I walked deliberately along the line giv- ing One to each. When I got to the extremity of the narrow stable I turned, and was about to begin the distribution again, when I suddenly reflected that if elephant N o. 7 in the row saw me give two oranges in succession .to No. 8 he might imagine he was being cheated, and give me a smack with his trunk— that is where the elephant falls short of the human being—so I‘ went to the door and began at the beginning as before. Thrice I went along the line, and then I Was in a fix. I had one orange left, and I had to get back to the door. Every elephant in the herd had his greedy gaze focussed on that orange. It was as much as my life was worth to give it to any one of them. (What was I to do? I held it up conspicuously, coolly peeled it, and ate it myself. It was most amusing to notice the way those elephants nudged each other and shook their ponderous sides. They thoroughly entered into the humor of the thing.” ONLY A QUESTION OF TIME. How an Impecunlous Youth Under-took to Pay a Debt. “That little bill?” said the debtor, pleasantly. “Oh, yes, of course. Well, you need not worry about that any mere. I’ve got things down to a sys- tem now.” . “You’ve been a long time doing it,” suggested the creditor. “I realize it,” returned the debtor, “but it’s all right now. You see, thir- ty dollars is more than I can afford to let go of at any one - time, but now I can get it together without missing it. You see, a man never misses his small change, so I’ve bought a. little bank that I can drop it into every night. You’ve no idea how fast it accumu- lates. ” '.. “I’ve heard of the plan before,” said the creditor. “If a man lives up to it and doesn’t hold out on the bank it mounts up rapidly.” “0h, Ilive up to it,” protested the debtor. “I put every cent of small change into it every night, and it’s all for you.” “I may hope then-"—” “My dear sir, you may 'more than hope. The system makes the payment in full an absolute certainty. lt over- comes all obstacles and it’s only a. ques- tion of time—” “How much time?” “Well, that’s rather difficult to say. You see, the amount of small change I find in my pockets varies, and—’,’ “What do you call small change?” ‘ “Pennies. I—what’s that? Oh, well, sue if you want to. That’s what a. man gets for trying to do the right thing.” BIRDS,” AS BAROMETERS. A Well-Known Writer Who Holds That They Are Not Weather Wise. In his charming book, “Recent Rambles,” Dr. Charles C. Abbott gives some little attention to the question whether birds can realize the coming of a storm so far in advance of its actual appearance as to serve observanl man as a reliable barometer. Al though this has been pgpularly be lieved for centuries, Dr. Abbott think. that it has no basis in fact and vbice< his opinion in these words: “It needs but a short ramble in the woods and fields after a summer shower to see how painfully destructive are moderate wind and rain when they rush across the country hand-in- hand. There' Is no more touching sight in all nature than the lowly murmured plaint of nest-birds as they contemplate, after ashower, their ruined home and drowned fledglings. “To ’credit a bird with weather-wis-V . dom, and yet with no power to guard against probable danger, is to assume that it leads the terrible life of one in coustant fear—a. mental condition the bird’s daily life. flatly contradicts. Never does the world look brighter than a. few hours before some great change. Never are the birds more merry, mammals more full of play; yet the impending storm means mischief that to some extent might be averted had these happy creatures but an ink- ling of what was coming.” ., CHANGED HIS MIND. What Affected One Man’s Opinion of Thief-Taking. “Some persons,” said a well-known detective, “say it is wrong to arrest a man we know to be a criminal simply because he is apt to break the law. I had a friend who was very strongly opposed to this custom and who used to talk a great deal about liberty, the pursuit of happiness and constitutional rights. He was having his shoes blackened at a corner stand one day when a young fellow ran from a saloon on the corner, grabbed my friend’s watch and ran away with it. He learned that the fellow was well known in the neighborhood as a thief and that he had been' in prison several times. “‘ ' “When my friend came to me to have me try to catch the thief and recover his watch I told him I would do my best and asked him if he hid not think it would have been better had this well-known thief been locked up, so that he could not be placed in temptae tion’ s way. He just looked at me and smiled, but I know he has changed his mind, and that he now believes that any man who ever stole a shoestring should be imprisoned for life.” ago, in a. bobk ' ~ weight with the cheaper makes. .‘ ‘3 WATEBISIREEZ'. 1 ,, Saltheum- Case- THOMAS Willis-r, 365 Mon; roe Street, Brooklyn, N. Y., writes: “ November 27, 1895. “Suva-c1111 is the best friend I. have had for six years. Having been a. suffererfor that length of time with Salt Rheum, and after trying almOst every remedy knoWn, without i getting any relief, I tried abox 'of SALVA-CEA, and can honestly say I was, cured. before using the entire " A box." ' V ’ In advertising, SALVA-CEA we mention nothing but facts: We do not say it will do things that it will not do, and the public appreciate this. i It is thebest remedy for piles, ulcerations, old sores, «~ skin irritation, chilblai ns, colds, and nasal catarrh. Two sizes, 25 and so cents per box. At druggists, or by mail. For deep-stated Iain and rheumatism of tlzejaint: use Salomea,‘ ‘Extra Strong.” Sold :11 tins, at 75 cent: each: Tun BRANDRETH Co., 274 Canal St., N. Y. . J. I). Jennings. UNDERTAKER. 1 Knight street, opposite Street Railway Depot BE 1213 A! OFFICE. I , LIGHT PARCEL and LUIIKWllllll Cheap rates. Will alPso take orders for mes wager service in New York. Goods called 01 and delivered to all arts of the town, orders received atE eed’s Drug Store. IWall Street. with telephone connection un- " n. E. LOCKWOOD. 111111111. 111110111. BANK, 20' WALL 812, N ORWALK. ORPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876. APITAL. :- - - - - - $1004“: nun M . HOLMES. President. . l... Bonn, Vice-President. WILLIAM A. CURTIS, Cashier > DIRECTORS : . H. E. DANN, 03315 M. HOLMES, Ii, CUNNINGHAM. J. T. Pnowrr'r at. 11513011111. S. H. Bomm J. COUSINSJJR. ulscounl Ilay, Saturday. 6; Having purchased the Market of,E. J. VVADHAMS, I have WMIIIMIS IIAS SOLD OUT. restocked the same with Meats, Fish ned goods, and so- licit a‘share of your patronage . EGIIIIILES E. SIIIIEIIBEII,h- 2| 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 owners of buildings erected under his super- vision 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 You Give it a trial and get an honest gallon. you will be convinced. H. H. WILLIAMS , 17‘ Main St. SPECIAL SALE ———OF—-—, I MIELINERY 7 31111111111 AIIII noun", 1m 94:. _ / A Reduction of- _25 percent. on all Trimmed Hats and Bonnets. Ladies desiringa nice Trimmed Hat for little money, will do well to attend this sale. ' u‘ ~ ' VFAW’CETT’S, ACKAGE DELIVERY _ Vegetables and Can- ' . Norman ' ‘1 z i 1 i 1 l 1 .‘1
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