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, DON’T LET THE WORLD KNOW.
The world is wide. remember this, .
Nor shrink from fate’s deep furrowe
frown;
Woo fortune with your brightest smiles,
Don’t let the world know when you’re down'.
It spoils your chance for future deeds
' To frame your face with dull care’s crown:
Brace up, and higher hold your head,
Don’t let the world know when you’re down
The world will bow in servile zest,
To one who sways it with a frown;
’l’oss up your head, and flash your eye.
Don‘t letthe world know when you’re down.
. If scandal‘s lip should seek to stain
‘ morro w.
Aage.‘ \.....
‘ have held.
. had no noble aims.
"i? love. He does not bring His children
~th being and then condemn them to
The name you hold as honor’s crown,
By younawn life refute the lie,
Don‘t let the world know when yOu’re down.
If bare your purse. your heart most sad,
Your life near crushed by sorrow’s crown.
Then mask them well with jest and song,
Don‘t let the world know when you’re down.
—Detroit Free Press.
DEA’I H’S SOLILOQUY.
And it appears, I am to be buried to-
The end has come. My life
is over.-
Suddenly I seemed to be sinking—
siuking through almost tangible dark-
ness, and then—all was a blank.
Presently, with every faculty strange-
ly sharpened, I was myself again, yet
not myself; I, the Ego, simply contem-
plating my former self.
Soon my only child, my son, stood be-
side me.
Oh, the mockery of love!
I detect at once a new ring in his
voice. In spite of himself, he realizes
that at three and twenty he is left abso-
lutely master of a princely heritage.
What may he not accOmplish?
Le roi est mort. Vive le roi.
The attendants bade him tell my wife
that I had passed away, but said she
must not see me until I had been made
ready for the grave.
Ah! my wife. Fifteen years ago no
power on earth could have kept her
from me. She would have thrown her
arms around my lifeless body and pil~
lowed her head on my dead breast in the
agony of grief. '
But now—she listened to reason. She
did not come to see me till this morning
as I lay in my coflln. She is deeply and
genuinely distressed, but not as we
wofild once have been, for, alas! we
have outlived the enthusiasm of youth,
and. not yet reached the despondency of
Our lives have been full and we have
gone our ways. We have grown to care
for each other only in the hum-drum
commonplace fashion. The bloom of
love has passed out, but we have lived
on, age would have ripened its fruits to
a. mellow tenderness sweeter even than
its flower. ,
And- so I leave her-cultured. hand-
some, wealthy —— to make, perhaps, a
second marriage. For this I do not
chide her even in thought. Our boy’s
life is all before him. She will need a
companion suitable to her years.
Farewell, my wife. The curtain is
“sung down between us.
The mystery of life!
death!
What motes we are, what atoms! We
slip quietly out of existence and the
great business world goes on as of yore.
We become but a name spoken at first
at rare intervals, then not at all.
I have spent my life amassing a splen-
did fortune, and to what end? '
Last night the watchers by my side,
my friends and comrades, mentioned
my successors in the various positions I
I am not yet buried, and
my place is filled. .
Oh, the hollowness of human ambi-
tion! I have existed to no purpose. I
have accomplished nothing. I have
I have only lived
my life from day to day, and have been
content with average happiness, and an
honorable name. ‘
The rector has just leant over me.
“I believe our deceased friend was
not connected with any church,” he
said. “That is a great pity.”
“N evertheless,” answered my wife’s
mother, with evident but subdued as-
perity, "he was a good son, a good fath»
er, a good husband, and a good citizen.
'What more would you have?”
My mother in law is broad in her
views, but I am mildly surprised at her
vigorous resentment of the good rector’s
implied slight. '
Now he is beginning to read the ser-
vice and I shall soon 08 laid away in my
last resting-place, and then—ah? then I
shall know.
Oh, the mystery of Life—the mystery
of death!
Oh, the stillness of the tomb! the pro-
found apprehensive silence!
Oh, the solitude! the thick enfolding
darknesS! '
The mystery of
I saw a vista in this world of nebula
that was fair beyond description. A soft
radiance as of diffused moonlight envel-
oped the scene, and the silver haze en-
thralled my senses.
I knew nor cared not where I was nor - .
'. stripes and checks.
whither I would go, but I wandered
dreamily and aimlessly along in deep
content.
.After the turmoil of love’s act-ion, oh!
the bliss of perfect rest, of peace, of
sweet oblivion.
Soon my mind grew clearer and the
light became less dim. Then I per-
ceived a being near me, whose counten-
ance shone with manly dignity and com-
prehension. _
“Come with me,” he said; “I will
conduct you to your future home.”
Lobking, I beheld a. hill of wondrous
size, and up it ran a footway, crossed at
intervals by smaller paths.
. When we reached a point where two
'wayvsmet, I asked; "Don‘t we turn
here?” .
“No,”¥ answered my guide; “the road
lies straight before us. That road leads
you, to the abode of the earth’s de-
praved.”
“This, then,” I faltered, “is the place
of punishment wherein we suffer for
our earthly sins.”
.“Not, so,” he replied; "there is no
place of everlasting torture. God is
- "your home is far above.
eternal gloom. All who die come here.
the good and bad alike. Some dwell on
one plane, some on others. aczording tr.-
the lives that they have led. Eut‘ al‘
are ' given more understanding, and
freed from the pains and passions of the
body, all progress toward ano‘bler xis-
tence. Some. souls expand slowly, some
more rapidly, but God is good. He
hurls no being into endless woe.”
Then we reached another pla:e where
two ways met.
“Do I go here?” Iquestibuel.
“No, friend;” aga’n my guide replie d,
We must go
up and up before we reach it. You
have lived a better life than most man-
kind and earned a higher plane.”
“Alas!” I said, “you have mistaken
me. I have performed no deeds of
greatness, My place is here, not
there.”
“Lock,” he said; and taking from his
breast a book of vellum, he showed me
pages of my life, with no blot of sin
or shame upon it.
“Seldom do the sons of men lead lives
so pure as yours. Others there are
who ride above you. But yours has
been a life beyond reproach.”
And so we reached the plane of my
new existence; and amazed and glad, I
entered it in peace and joy. _
ThereI dwelt in sweet companion-
ship, gathering strength and wisdom,
gaining knowledge and discernment.
and perceiving clearly much which had
before been clothed in darkness.
And Iknew that my earth-life had
been what men call good becauseIhad
no incentive to do wrong. I had not
triumphed in the face of trials and
temptations, as these had done who
soared above me in this after life. I
had waged no warfare. Trouble I had
had, but not such trouble as comes to
most poor mortals. I had had great
riches, honestly and easily acquired.
Ah! virtue comes readily to him whose
coffers overflow with rightly gotten
gold. Wealth is indeed the greatest
earthly power for good or evil. It
often makes or mars, for he who has it
not makes the shift to gain it, or right
or wrong, and sinks his soul beneath a
weight of guilt.
What poor creature struggling for his
daily bread can live so unsullied a life
as one whom wealth has lifted far
above the carking cares of fleshly needs.
If the love of money be the root of
evil, the want of it brings sin and
shame to those who do not rise above
material desires, and rise above fate.
But God is merciful. He takes us in
the hollow of His hand, and deals with
us according to our opportunities.
From time to time some of my com-
panions left me to ascend to loftier
heights; and at length, the spirit who
had guidedsme hither bade. me go,
with others, to the realm of perfect
love and complete understanding.
As we reached ‘ the portal of this
beauteous place, each one wasjoined by
some radiant shape and led inside the
gateway.
"Who,” I asked the guide, “are those
that greet my comrades?”
"The beings who on earth loved them
above all others. Those who come first
tarry till the cbming of their heart’s
afiinity, and they pass together to a
higher life.”
"Then I must wait.
to welcome me.”
But a voice said:
“Come, my son.”
AndI saw my fair young mother,
who had died ere I could lisp her
name.
Oh, my mother !- All my earth-life I
yearned for you. Always, always, I
had missed your love, and felt that
others were blessed in having that
which I had lost before I knew—the
No one is here
ever-watchful, neverfailing mother
love.
Yet 1 hesitated.
“But my wife—my son. Who Will
greet them if I leave?”
Then the spirit rent the cloud-land
with his staff and gave me vision of the
earth.
There I saw my son with gay com-
panions in a. gilded hall. The marks of
vice were on his face, and he spoke
lightly of my memory.
And again, it was given me to see my
youthful love, but to see her in an-
other’s home, and know that I was
naught to her. ‘
“Come, my son.”
And I turned and joined my sweet
young mother, who had waited here for
me through all the years; and hand in
hand, we passed within the portal of
the abiding place of those who have at-
tained to perfect love and sympathy, to
wisdom and to calm delight. —-—The New
Bohemian.
Sashes Will Be \Vorn.
All the Summer girls this year will
wear sashes. And such beautiful sashes
they are! They are made of wide Dress
den taffeta ribbons and may be bought
in large floral designs, Persian effects,
The fashionable
sash bow has short loops and long ends.
A deep' cream color ribbon, scattered
with large tulips in shades of violet and
mauve is one of the exceptionally pretty
patterns.
She Manages a Big Orchestra. \
The business manager of Theodore
Thomas’s orchestra is a woman. Miss
Anne Miller, and the way she deciphers
time-tables when the company is trav-
eling, ought to put an end to supersti-I
tion regarding woman’s inability to
cope with those documents. Miss Mil-
ler made the contract with the Lake
Shore for the recent trip from Chicago
to New York, and arranged all the de-
tails for the two weeks’ festival.
Two Things Worth Knowing.
To remove the finger marks from var~
nished furniture, rub them with a cloth
dampened with sweet oil. To remove
them from oiled furniture use kerosene
oil. ' ‘
When baking cake, on removing it
from the oven. place the tin containing
the cake on '
and the oak}
tire tin wltaouu,
amp ‘owel for a m nt,
ily be taken trim
A GOOD. TEMPERANCE' STORY.
A Kennebec Liquor Seller’s‘x Interestlns
Object Lesson.
Anold gentleman who, was in trade I
in a Kennebec village for more than a
quarter of a century used to relate an
anecdote of a business rival who was a
famous liquor dealer in the days when
“everybody kept i .” The temperance
agitation of 1844 had changed the no
tions of many persons in Maine as to the
propriety of selling liquors, and at
length the ,matter of for or against the
traffic came up for avote in the tow:
meeting. ‘
The seller alluded too was very stren-
uous in his opposition to all restraint in
his business, and labored heartily with
the voters to resist the encroachment
on their “rights.” But in the cOurse of
the vote it became necessary to have a
division of the house. All for the traf-
fic went to one side of the room, all op-
posed to the other. The common use of,
alcoholic'drinks had left its marks on
the faces of the victims, and the crowd
that assembled on one side of the town
house to insist on their customary toddy
was not so pretty as it might have been.
To the surprise of every one, the fa
mous old seller, after a moment’s hesi-
tation, deliberately went to the temper-
ance side.
"What are you over here for?” the
astonished people began to question.
“You don‘t belong here. That’s your
side over there.”
The old man looked around with dis-
gust, and retorted:
“You don’t suppose I'm going over
there in that crowd of red noses, do
you?”
Curiously enough, a look at the'un-
canny assemblage of his customers had
appalled him.—Lewiston Journal.
MADAME NORDICA WEDS.
Romantic, and Unrumantic Events Con-
nected with the Union.
The announcement of Lillian N ordi-
ca’s marriage to Herr Doeme in Indian-
apolis, surprised a great many people,
particularly, as during the past winter
Mme. Nordica herself took particular
pains to inform all her friends that the
engagement was broken off. Mr. Wil-
liam Schultz, Edouard de Resze’s broth-
er-in-law. was another person who was
most emphatic in asserting that Herr
Doeme’s matrimonial goose had been
cooked to a nicety, and as Mr. Schultz
enjoyed the reputation ofknowing far
more about the artists’ affairs than the
artists did themselves, his word was
deemed authoritative by a great many.
In Boston the newspapers always re-
ferred to Mr. Schultz as Nordica’s
leading man. Not on account of his
attentions to Mme. Nordica, because
they were rarely seen together, but on
account of the assiduity with which he
led her little dog abroad at all hours of
the day.
The little dog is not likely to appreci-
ate the new order of things, for- Herr
Doeme is not fond of animals.
Mme. Nordica’s first husband, it must
be remembered, went up in a balloon
and was never heard of afterward.
Many persons in different parts of the
world have sworn they have encounter—
ed Gower’s astral body, but he has nev-
er returned to his native Bostonian
heath, and as the despatches from Indi-
anapolis give no account of an aeronaut
dropping thflmgh the church’s roofin
order to forbid the bans, it is fair to
suppose that Gower really is no more.
A CURIOUS BOAT.
A Craft that Goes Successfully by boil)
Land and “’ater.
There are many queer kinds of boats,
some that go on the water. and some
that go under it; but one of the most
remarkable is the one shown in the ac-
companying illustrations, which goes
by both land and water.
On the water it folds its wheels. so
to speak, and goes through the water
like an ordinary boat; but when the
land is reached it extends the wheels as
a duck might spread its wings, comes
gracefully out of the water, and runs
by land like a rather homely but com-
fortable kind of train. .
The boat depicted is not a very large
one, and it carries only a few passen-
gers; but the inventor claims that it
can be used successfully with large
ships. If he is right, the invention may
have a future.
The Dear, but Illogical Girl.
One hotlmorning last week ‘there was
a little scene near Jackson’s statue, op-
posite the White House“. A little bird
has built her nest in one of the cannon.
and that morning, the poor little crea-
ture was flying about and chirping in -
great distress. A sleek Maltese cat had
crept up, and with her head inside the.
cannons mouth, was threatening the
nest. A girl with a stuffed bird on her
hat and . a feather boa about her throat
came by.
"Oh,” she said to the young man with .
her, “do hit that horrid cat. ‘ The hate‘
ful thing is trying to kill that dear little
bird.” ’
So the young man struck the ca:
sharply, whereupon the animal fled.
and the young manand the young we
men walked on in conscious kindness of
heart. As the stuffed bird and feather
boa went down the path their weare
said: . , ,-
“I am so. glad we happened along.
can’t bear to'see the poor little bird:
o.‘
hurt, and cats are so many—Washing:
[tonPosh - _ .. - : -
I. . 3Water5treet,
:Worn out, nervous women, 'i‘eceive
criticism Where they should have
sympathy. They cannot help being
nervous, if their blood is impure.
Ithn the blood fails to feed the
nerves upon proper nourishment What
can you expect but nervous prostraa
tion, 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 pale
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
little, it would cause me such misery that
I was often wicked enough to wish my-
self dead. I had that
Tired
languid, all-gone feeling and suffered aw-
ful distress in my stomach. I had given
up‘ all hopes of ever beingfivell, when
my mother wished me to try Hood’s
Sdrsaparilla. I consented, to please her,
and before I had taken the whole of one
bottle I could see I was improving, and
soon was indeed very much better. Its
effects have been truly wonderful and I
hope this letter may be the means of help-
ing 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 1f anyone
complains of feeling badly, I say ‘You
should take Hood’s and only Hood’s.”’
MRS. KI’I‘TIE SMITH, 326 Dane Street, We.-
terloo, Iowa. Remember that
Hood’s.
Sarsaparilla
Is the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. $1,
Prepared only by C. I. Hood 8: Co., Lowell, Mass.
the best family cathartic
Hood’s PIIIS and liver stimulant. 25c.
DRINK
. HITHURN
SPRING
WATER '
FOR THE
Stomach,
Bo wels,
Liver and
Kidneys.
For. SALE BY '
The Holmes, Kaela tSellecl 89
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 hissuper-
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.
H. H.
WILLIAMS
1? Main St.
SPECIAL SALE
_,_——or—-———
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'NI'OW‘ READY. '
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THE COMBINE. ‘
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