* It c h i n 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 Sarsaparilla has effected
ppon their 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 perfect health. Read this:
Is “When my baby was four Weeks old,
scrofulous eczema broke out on his body.
He became literally covered with
Sores
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 hesuffered 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
,5.
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
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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.”
MRS. AGNES C. BAILEY, Box 91, McVey-
town, Pennsylvania. '
This and other similar cures prove that
Hood’s
Sarsaparilla
Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. 31.
Be sure to get Hood’s and onlyrHood’s. It is
prepared only by C. 1. Hood & Co., Lowell, Mass.
cure all Liver Ills and
HOOd’S PIIIS SickHeadache. 250ents.
DAILY FREIGHT LINE
BETWEEN
NORWALK,
SO. NORWAIK
AND .
NEW YORK.
Propellers
(lily of Norwalk,
Vulcan and Eagle.
Leave Norwalk at 5 p. m.
Leave So. Norwalk at 6 p. m.
Leave” New York, Pier, 23,
E. R., Beekman St., 5 p3 m,
HERE’S YOUR DHANDE.
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.
IWill be sold at a Bargain.
w. H.. BYINGTON,
Real Estate and Insurance,
Room I. Gazette Bfl’d.’
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THE COMING OF VAL.
Val’s coming! Sing, birds in the maples—
sing sweet! _ ' ' .
Rain, blossoms, in storms at his beautiful
feet! "
O winds! toss the violets over his way,
And God guard the night, and give light
to the day! .
The blossoms are blowing—the brown bees
are humming, '
And a. voice in my soul echoes still: “He
is coming!”
He's coming! A little well fellow, whose
eyes
Are the blue and the dew and the dawn
in life’s skies;
Too sweet for a sorrow—too bright for a
tear——
His arms are the loveliest necklace I
wear!
The blossoms are blowing—the brown bees
are humming,
And a. song in my soul echoes still: “He
is coming!"
He is coming, with kisses. far sweeter for
this:
I have missed through long winters his
clasp and his kiss;
And have heard not in any glad song of
‘the birds
A music as sweet as his innocent words!
The lilies are bending-the brown bees are
humming.
And a thousand sweet voices still sing:
“He is coming!”
He is coming! (What :loy doth the mes-
sage impart!)
Like a rose toss him here to my heart—to
my heart.
Soft winds of the southland!
the Sea -
Kiss the sails of the sweet ship that bears
him to me!
The daisies are blooming—the wild bees
are humming,
And thank God for the music:
. lug—he’s coming!" .
-—Fi'rank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitu-
t on. -
HER DAY OF LIBERTY.
BY LENA S. THOMPSON.
From over
"He's com—
, Mrs. Caleb Greene imagined herself
a much-abused woman as she bustled
about in her tidy kitchen one bright au-
tumn morning. “I’m nothing but a
household drudge—a drudge and noth-
ing else! Who ever thinks I need a.
bit of pleasuring!” and here her
thoughts wandered to what her neigh-
bor, Mrs. Mallory, had said, and which
was the real cause of her discontent.
f_‘_){ou don’t never go nowhere, do you,
Mis’ Greene? Why, if I couldn’t go to
the city every week, I should feel way
out of the. world. You can’t keep in
with the pervailing style if you don’t
see nobody but. the village folks”——nnd
then she told of the grand flower show
in the great Casino, "where everybody
as is anybody” went, and of the new,
cape and bonnet she had bought in
town.
Though Mrs. Greene was as well off
as her neighbor, she did her own house-
work, preferring to save in that way
something for a rainy day, while Mrs.
Mallory was considered by the village
people a. very shiftless woman, who de-
lighted in airing her knowledge of city
life, which consisted of a year at board-
ing school in town. Soon after her
marriage to “Jim” Mallory she set up
housekeeping and kept one servant,
which prodigality-and elegance caused
her to feel quite superior to her neigh-
bors.
Martha Greene was a. devoted wife,
and usually thought the work she now
called “drudgery" the most delightful
thing in the world—for she enjoyed
making ahappy home for Caleb, whom
she had married two years previous.
Of late a spirit of discontent had grad-
ually crept upon her, and its power
was more apparent after each visit
from Mrs. Mallory.
Martha. was passionately fond of
flowers. When the flower show was
held the year before in the adjacent
city she was too ill to visit it, but now
there was no really good reason why
she should not go. As the busy season
for the farmers had come, when she
asked Caleb to drive her to town he did
not see how he could leave his work
for even a- day.
“He might go if he only thought so.
I wonder how he would feel to come
home some day and not find me here to
wait on him. Perhaps he might realize
then that I need a. little amusement
once in awhile, after working from
morning till night. I believe I'll try
it. I’d like to feel at liberty to do just
as I please for one day!”
So, while musing on her troubles,
Martha prepared the noonday meal for
Caleb and the farm hands; for, how-
ever much she thought herself deprived
of enjoyment, she was too gooda house-
keeper and homemaker to leave Caleb
to provide his own dinner. She pre-
pared everything with care, ready to be
placed upon the table. But it seemed as
if fate was to be against her that morn-
ing. The stove was hard to manage
—her doughnuts too brown and the
biscuit were not as light as usual—and
just as she was getting ready to dress
herself, old Mrs. Porter called, pre-
pared, as usual, to rehearse her “tale
of woe” to any sympathizing listener.
Hastily giving her a cup of. tea and
telling her she was very busy, Martha
left the poor woman to wonder what
had come over Mrs. Greene—“she who
was allers so good to a body!”
On her way to the station to catch the
noon train for the city she avoided the
public highway and took a path less
frequented, for even in her reckless,
independent mood, she did not wish her
neighbors to notice that she was going
without her husband. ,
Since their marriage Caleb had al-
ways driven her to town, which was
only ten miles distant, and while she
did her shopping he. would wait at the
Travelers’. in talking over farm mat-
ters with kindred spirits; then what a
cozy drive homeward they had to-
gether. In summer through the gath-
ering twilight, or in winter with the
full moon shining on the snow—they
were full of happiness, and when they
reached home, how proud she was to
show' him her purchases, in which he
was always deeply-interested.
The steam cars' passed through the
village to the city only three times each
day, and as Martha took her seat in the
rear car the bell at the factory was
ringing the noon hour. ‘
. .L
'TnEimVENIN
“ Vhat will Caleb do when he findsthe
little note by his plate?” she murmured
to herself. “Gone to the city” and her
name was-all she had written. “Will
he be so vexed that he will not meet
me at the station when the evening
train arrives?” But she had not told
him when she was coming back; yet he
must know that she would not stay in
the city over night. Somehow, the more
she thought about it the less attractive
the city, with its flower show, seemed.
By the time the train reached the
depot she was so heartily sick of hav-
ing her freedom that had there been an
opportunity for her to return home at
once she would have done so.
Following the crowd, she entered the
large building where the flewers were
exhibited. At first the beauty and
fragrance of the wonderful plants and
blossoms overpowered her. The
feathery Chrysanthemums, the exquis-
ite orchids, magnificent roses and
snowy lilies—how beautiful they all
were! How much more she would
have enjoyed it if Caleb had been with
her! The ladies, so finely dressed, with
their gallant attendants, and the little
children in their gay attire, seemed
even to belong with the flowers.
Tired and weary at last with what
was, for her, unusual excitement,
Martha was awestruck to hear, as she
left the building, the clocks striking the
hour of five!
“What shall I do?” thought Martha,
“only 15 minutes before the train leaves,
and I shall not be able to get to the
depot if I walk, and there is no room in
the street cars, not even for ‘one more! ’
I will call a cab and perhaps, if the
driver hurries, I may be there in time.”
But in spite of all her efforts, the
train was leaving as she came. in sight
of the depot.
Tears of remorse and vexation filled
her eyes, and for a. few moments she
was so disappointed that everything
——-even the buildings and the people in
the streets—seemed in a whirl; but as
her tired nerves recovered from the
shock, she began to realize that some-
thing must be done, as it was already
growing late.
Going to the telegraph office, she
sent a message to her husband telling
him she had missed the train and in-
tended to walk home. She was very
familiar with the way, and it was the
time for the full moon; still she was
rather timid about going alone, but
she preferred that alternative to re-
maining in the city at a strange hotel.
She had gone about a. mile on her jour-
ney when she was overjoyed to hear a
well-known voice say to her: “Mrs.
Greene! is it possible that you are walk-
ing alone? Where is Caleb? He’s not
sick, I hope! Jump into my wagon and
I will see you safe at your door.”
As Mr. Joseph Bigelow offered his
hand to help her, she could have sunk
at his feet from fatigue and anxiety;
thanking him, she told him she had
missed the train and had thought the
only way for her to get home was to
walk.
“They say the posie show is a. great
thing,” said Farmer Bigelow; “been to
see it? I heard Caleb saying at the
post office, last night, as to how he was
a~hurryin’ with his work so as to take
you there tomorrow to celebrate some-
thin’—I didn’t catch on just What—but
I s’pose he changed his mind and let
you go to-day.”
“Tomorrow, did you say?” asked
Martha, very faintly.
“Yes, I’m sure he said it was. a Thurs-
day he sPOke of, for he told Tom O’Brien
he would let him have a. day off, as he
himself was going to take a holiday.”
Every word the farmerspoke seemed
like an arrow piercing her heart. What
was to-morrow but her birthday! and
while she had been thinking of Caleb
as being thoughtless of her, he had been
planning a. surprise for her. As she
reviewed her “day of liberty,” how she
hated herself for the utter foolishness
and selfishness that she had shown!
How worried and miserable she had
made her husband! Would they never
reach home that she might tell him she
wanted no greater pleasure than to
work and care for him?
After vainly trying to interest Martha
in conversation, Joseph Bigelow gave
.up the attempt, thinking she must be
asleep. The last two miles seemed
endless, and when Martha saw the lights
in the village she begged Mr. Bigelow to
set her down at the foot of the lane
leading to her house, as she was not
afraid and it would take longer to go
by the road. She thanked him again
for his kindness, jumped from the
wagon, leaving him to muse 0n “the
peculiarities of most women.”
Martha found the entry door open,
and her husband, bringing robes and
shawls to put in the buggy, as the night
was chilly after the sun had gone
.down. “0h, Caleb!” she cried, and,
sobbing as though her heart would
break, she threw herself into his arms
and told him her story.
“How could you be so thoughtless,
dear,” was what he said. “You made
me very anxious, as you must know
it was unsafe and venturesome for you
to undertake the lonely walk home
after nightfall. Thanks to Farmer
Bigelow, you have reached home safely.
' This is what Salva-cea Is doing.
WM. TAYLOR, Bishop of the Me ho-
dist. Episcopal Church in Africa,
writes :
“New YORK, Nov. 2, 1893.
“I know SALVA-CEA to be an ex-
cellent remedy. I have proved its '
healing virtues, both for bruises and
flesh wounds, and also to kill the '
virus of mosquitoes and chegois."
E. A. GARLINGTON, Major and ’nsp’r
General, U. S. A., writes :
”WASHINGTON, D. C
Apr. 21, 189
“I have used SALVA-CEA for ion-
ncss or rheumatic pains in the m scles
of my arm, which is disabled f am a ..
gun-shot wound involving the Ibow
joint; relief was quick. and comp ate."
E. G. ISAACKS, Pay Ofice, .wlavy
Yard, writes :
“ BROOKLYN, N...Y.,- Aug. 3, 1895.
”Having. been a sTiiIerer from
troublesome Piles, and not only ob-
tained immense relief, but, I can
, safely say, cured, I cheerfully recom-
mend SALVA-CEA to those suflering
likewise, and hope it will afford them
the same relief that it has me. p
. “P. S. I suffered with Piles for
more than a year and tried many
remedies before I was recommended
to try SALVA-CEA."
SALVA-CEA does just what it
is advertised to do.
Two sizes, 25 and so cents per box.
At druggists, or by mail.
For deep-stated pain and rleumatz'ns of ,
the joint: use Salem-cw, “Extra Strung.”
Sold in tin: at 75 cent: ear/z. _
Tn: BRANDRETH Co., 274 Canal St., N.Y.
J. D. Jennings.
UNDERTAKER
1 Knight street, opposite
Street Railway Depot
BEEE A1 OFFICE.
LUUKWDUD’S EIEEIGEPAEEEIVEIIIE
Cheap rates, Will also take orders for mes
uunger serylce In New York. Goods called
0. and delivered to all
orders received at E. P. eed’s Drug Store.
I '3‘” n. E LOCKWOOD.
CENTRAL NATIONAL BANK,
746 WALL sn, NOR WALK.="
ORPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876.
LifI'I‘AL. :- - - - - - $100.00C
nus M.HOLm:s, President.
. 11. BOYEB, Vicegl’resident.
WILLIAM A. CURTIS. Cashier
DIRECTORS :
user. M. HOLMES, H. E. DANE,
L. CUNNINGHAM, J. T. Pnowxr'r
a. L. Borne. S. H. HOLME
J . 001.7511:ng 12.
Illscounl Day, Saturday.
'Having purchased
the Market OIIE. J.
WADHAMS, I have
(restocked the same
with; Meats, Fish
WADHANS
HAS
SOLD
OUT-
Vegetables and Can-
ned goods, and so-
licit a share of your
patronage.
EDNAIILES E. SDNEIIBEII,I+—
2| Wall Street.
. WILLIAM S. KEMP,
Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder,
34- West Main St.. Norwalk.
in Norwala 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
weight with the cheaper makes. You
get an honest gallon. Give it a trial and
you will be convinced.
II. H. WILLIAMS
17 Main St.
I should have started at once to meet
you after the message came, but one
must wait.” _ .
Martha will not soon forgive herself
for causing her good husband so much
that she has no more any longing for
a “day of 1iberty.”—Good Housekeep-
ing.
A Canine Peculiarity.
Everyone has noticed the peculiar
habit of all dogs in turning round sev-
eral times before lying down. This
idiosyncrasy is believed to be due to the
habits of the wild animal, which found
it necessary to turn round in weeds or
grass several times in order to break
them down for a bed-Chicago Inter
Ocean.
, ~Marylanders: are “Craw-thumpers,”
a. slang name for the lobster.
SPECIAL SALE
—OF—
of the horses had to be shod and so I .
1 trouble, but she wisely thinks that 5‘ NI I . I N RY
only by her deeds can she convince him ‘ ,
SATURDAY AND MONDAY, MAY 94!.
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.
FAWCETT’S
3 surnnzsrmmz', non WALK
arts of the town, ,
Wall Street. with telephone connection un- . '
IIE‘IIoE,
Mr. Kemp has been a carpenter and builder ,
3., "We w» .‘._‘Ir\.v~.~wi .. In: dial I
s ' . ~
is known throughout cycling as a light,,stauncb'
stylish, speedy mount. There’s a. best in every: '
thing; the ’96 Stcarns is a veritable edition dc luxc
among bicycles. F inishcd in, blacker orange.
Stcarns riders are satisfied riders, and always
proud as kings of their mounts.
Your address will insure receipt of our hand-
some ncw catalogue. .
E. C. STEARNS 6: 00., Makers. Syracuse, N. Y.
Buffalo, N. Y. Tomato, Ont.
San Francisco. Cal.
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REDUCTION
1896 Hartford Bicycles mpmca.
Patterns Nos. I and 2, from $80 to $65
H 3 fl 4’. fl Gate 50
,“ 5 “ 6, “ 501:0 45
This is the best value for the money offered in the mediumrgrade machines.
The F. s. Ambler oycIe 00., 29 Wall Street.
’m Doingtt‘
If you Don’t believe it, Come and See,
BICYCLES F OR $65.
Latest ’96
Pattern.
ANE‘S,
LID-HT,
DDLDNBDS,
NDRSNAN,
NDIINAN.
DIANA,
7' ‘\
V,
we ARE NOT IN THE COMBINE.
For Terms and Lease of Norwalk Fair Grounds, apply 01
LUTHER M. WRIGHT,
carriage Factory and Repository, Franklin & Madison 815., So. Norwalk.
Branch Shops at Broad River and Dafien.
THE WHITE SHOE STORE
Is still in the lead. ,We shall sell all of our Ladies”
$2.00 and $2.50 Tan; Lace and Button Shoes at,
$l.75apair. , ‘- I
About 300 pai’rsz’i’in this lot. Come early and make
your selections and get the greatest bargain in town;
OLSEN Enos:
WHITE SHOE STORE
3 GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK.
YOUR FRIENDS ARE USING
‘ PLAISTED’S CDUGH REMEDY
AND RECOMMEND I’I'S USE
Get a Bottle at once, 25 I and 50 Cents.
ALL DRUGGISTS.
PRIVATE
Instructions given in
W
"———0
That you can save money
by buying your Meats
and Fish at.
BOXING
at the pupil’s home.
CLASS
III . Now fmming,’ and ap-
licants desiring to
Fl w- SHITH’Sy P
join should apply at
55 Main Street.
once to '
Everything First Class.
I
Prof. Geo. Yoerger,
South NorWalk.
' orat'this office.- ' .
CELEB! svemucs.
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