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In Welcome.
New England housekeep-
ers are too wide awake to be
fooled into buying inferior
soap more than once, just
. because there is a present
given with it.
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On washing-day they want
only the best soap; next day
they buy their own present.
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‘v WATERO’?‘
.SARAIPEA-
SARATOGAI
Genuine Saratoga Water in
block-tin lined barrels direct
from the celebrated Spring, is
for sale on draught at Had-
den’s, corner Wall and River
Strpet.
THE WATER
Is brought direct from Sara-
toga, and is dispensed in pre.
cisely the same condition in
which it flows from the spring
at Saratoga, and is sold at
5 cents per Glass.
House-cleaning.
_______—..—
Lustrine. _ 6
10c.
Ask your Grocers.
-BIG IllIl IN PIIIGE-
OF
MEAT.
Round, Sirloin and Por-
terhouse Steaks, Sausge,
Pot and Rib Roasts
Reduced 26. 2! Pound
All First Quality Meat.
J. W. BOGARDUS,
6 WATER ST.. NORWALK
NEW CAFE
RESTégEltAN T
MIKE finTCHFORD,
44 {Mum Street,
The Best Wines, Liquors and Cigars.
Horace E. Dann, '-
EXOELSIOB
Livery andSales Stable.
WuvuMw-a‘
Opposite Danbury and
Norwalk Railroad depot
Norwalk. Conn. Stylish
Single or Double Team
with or with out drivers“
Safe horses for women
andohildren. .
SADDLEIHO-RSESI A SPECIALTY
-
NO AFFIDAyIT WITH THIS.
What 3. Gray Parrot Taught 10,000 Green
Paroquets.
A correspondent forwards us anin-
tei‘esting personal experience of a friend
of his. The traditional fish story has
many varieties, to which it seems only
fair to add the following, even though
the fish in this case was a parrot. This
friend, an artist, was very fond of ex-
ploring out-of-the-way quarters of the
world, and once left 'ship with a party
of comrades in order to explore 'a Cen-
tral American wilderness.
During the cruise of several months,
the entire ship’s company had devoted
their leisure hours to singing to a par-
rot. The sailors had also lost no oppor-
tunity of teaching the bird all the nau-
tical phrases they knew. When the ar-
tist and his comrades had bidden the
bird and the - sailors good-by. they
plunged into the heart of the tropical
forest, and, after great exertion in ac-
complishing twenty-eight miles, they
reached their camping place for the
night.
Just as the sun was going down they
were startled to hear in the primeval
silence a familiar voice from the top of
a tall palm.
“Avast there! Yo, heave ho!”
It was the ship’s parrot. Before they
could quite believe in its presence the
faithful bird fluttered down to a dead
stump near by and with a shrill cry
summoned the little green paroquets of
the country.
About 10,000 of them circled round
the great gray African oracle on the
stump, and finally took their places, in
good order, on the ground. The ex-
plorers looked on in dumb amazement.
When the feathered assembly became
quiet the ship’s parrot broke into the
familiar words of “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-
ay,” and to the surprise of the tropical
world, and the delight of the feathered
conductor, those 10,000 paroquets, with
one mighty burst of song, executed
‘ ‘Ta-ra-ra-boom- de-ay. ”-—-Pittsburg Dis-
patch.
COURTING IN THE TRANSVAAL.
How the Phlegmatlc Boers Select Their
, Wives.
The Boers marry very young. On
attaining the age of 20 a youth begins
to look out for a partner in life. Balls
and similar opportunities of introduc-
tion are unknown in the country; the
young peasant accordingly mounts his
horse and rides from farm to farm to
select a bride from the daughters of the
land.
You can tell. from a distance what he
is after. His woolen shirt is adorned
with a clean collar, perhaps a necktie
as well. His boots of untanned leather
have been polished with particular care;
his broad-brimmed felt hat is trimmed
with a new band of pale-blue silk, and
a new bright-colored rug is placed un-
der his saddle. Away hegallops to the
gnext;fggm,.-,where he dismounts, drinks
a few litres of cofiee, smokes a dozen
pipes, takes three meals with the fami-
ly, devours the daughters with his eyes,
and talks as little as possible. After
sundown, when the lights have been
brought into the room and the family
are preparing to retire to rest, he
plucks up courage and asks the mother
to allow Minnie, or whatever the se
lected one’s name is, to stay up with
him a little longer.
Permission is at once granted; Min-
nie bashfully re-enters the parlor, puts
a lighted candle on the table, sits down
in one corner and says nothing. Her
suitor sits in another corner, smokes,
expectorates, and says not a word.
Nevertheless Minnie, sly puss as she is,
whether she likes him or not, by the
size of the candle. The longer it is,
the longer they may sit up together!
Next morning the Boer saddles his
horse and rides. off to another farm,
where the same process is gone through,
and so on until he has made up his mind
which of the girls he will have. Where-
upon he rides back to her farm, again
sits up half the night, and, without
wasting many words. makes her an
offer, which is very seldom rejected.
The wedding is celebrated on the fol--
lowing Sunday.——Lokal-Anzeiger.
He Had the Dust.
The day before the last steamer left
Juneau, Texas, a middle aged man,who
refused to give his name, arrived at
Juneau from the Yukon mining region
with 82 pounds of gold dust. ’
He had worked along for three years
with the above result. He packed the
dust on his back all the way to Juneau,
where he came to arrange for shipping
to San Francisco. He also gave as one
reason for coming to Juneau that he
wanted to see the outside world. He did
not accompany his wealth south, but
will return at once for another three
years’ pilgrimage after gold.
A Quaint Coon.
A white coon that hasn’t a dark hair
on its body is owned at Weiser, Idaho,
and is a kind of town pet. It has dis-
tinguished itself by whipping all the
dogs in the neighborhood, and is sure
death to cats that stray into the neigh-
borhood. It spends most of its time
chained to the sidewalk outside its own-
er’s store.
IT’S DIFFERENT NOW.
Bell—Why did the old novels all end
with, “And they lived happily ever
after?” '
Nell—Because the New Woman was
not known then.-'—N. Y. Herald.
The trolley car is to be tried in th
Maine lumber region to haul logs to the
main riv/ers.
I
has contrived to let her admirer know .
KARMA, MAHATMAS, TH EOSOPHY.
Devotees of the Occult Have an Election
and a Big Time. .
The meeting of the Theosophists in
New York to elect a successor to the
late William Q. J udge, was a large 00
casion for the disciples of occultism. In
describing one of the meetings, follow
ing the election, the New York Sun
has this breezy description:
At the afternoon session the myster
was so thick that one could hardly
breathe, even in the hallway outside
the meeting room. Within were only
those who had penetrated to the depth
of esoteric lore, such as Claude Fails
Wright, Dr. Buch, Mr. Page, Mr. Ner-
esbeimer, and such. They entered rev-
erently and a. deep silence reigned. Outr
side in the hallway were collected about
100 of the less advanced. Quite late the
newly elected President, Earnest T.
Hnrgrove made his appearance in the
hallway.
“Make way! He comes,” flew the
whisper along the crowd, which divided
to let the young man through. He pass-
ed .with bowed head and his lat in his
hand. Then began a low buzz of re-
strained conversation. It continued un-
til Claude Falls Wright appeared at the
doorway and in tones speciailly resur-
rected for the occasion from the depths
of his diaphragm murmured:
“Silence! Silence! There must be
less noise. It interrupts the train of
thought; the mighty forces that
are at work within; the essence that is
working toward a mighty end for the
benefit of the race must not be dis-
turbed.”
Then he disappeared. Dead silence re-
sumed its rpign, but there was a goodly
proportion of women present and it was
good betting that the reign would short-
1y be terminated. It was. Soon the
buzz broke out again, very gently, but
still with force enough to encourage the
Sun reporter to ask a question from the
man next to him.
“What are they doing inside?” ‘
“Sh!" he said, with so profane an ac-
cent that the reporter dropped him and
tackled a moon faced youth with stringy
hair which interfered with the set of
his collar.
“Can you tell me what is going on in-
side?” the reporter asked.
The youth almost had apoplexy. His
face turned purple, and his eyes turned
up until the pupils disappeared. With
a low, gurgling moan he wjaculated;
“Sh.h-h-h-h.” ‘
' Any one might have supposed it was
a countersign. The reporter on this ba-
sis, approached a nice old lady in cork-
screw curls who was communing with
heiself in one of the corners, and ejacu«
lated'. A
“Sh I"
“Sh!” responded the old lady, with
goat promptitude.
29,111,911 encouraged, the reporter tried
the question. on her.
“Can you tell me what the proceed-
ings behind those doors are?”
“Sh-h-h-h-hl" broke out the old‘lady,
prolonging the word to the forty-sew
enth degree, and shaking her corkscrew
curls very violently,wherenpon a dozen
or‘more others- joined in, and the repor-
ter felt as if he had inadvertently tapped
a steam boiler.
Finally a mornful looking man took
the reporter aside and asked in sepuleh-
ral tones what he wanted.
“I’d like to know what they’re doing
inside,” said the reporter.
“Karma,” replied the _ mournful look-
mg man.
“‘Who’s Karma?” asked the astonished
reporter.
“Karma is not who; it is what,” re-
sponded his informant, thereby giving
an explanation of that mystic word
nore concise and definite than any hith.
erto heard at this convention.
“But how do they do it?” asked the
reporter.’
emphasis which may have indicated
that he didn’t know the answer to that
question, so the reporter tried him with
an easier one. -
Whatis the process they are going
through in there?”
“They are absorbing the essence of
‘ the spirit of ecstasy,” replied the mourn-
ful'man, rolling up his eyes with the
easy action of a patent window shade.
“Do I understand you to mean that
they are taking a drink?” inquired the
reporter, still striving after accurate in-
formation. ,
"Young man,” said the Theosophist,
after a scrutiny of entirely undeserved
severity; “such matters as eating and
drinking have no place in their lofty
the fimighty problem of the past, the
present and the future. Only those of
loft-y spirit can take part in that coun-
cil. We all hope some day to attain to
it. I am now here in the hope of re-
ceiving some of the psychic influences
that emanate from that room.”
The reporter didn’t notice any psychic
influences emanate, but he did see
Claude Falls Wright perform that same
act some time later. Mr. Wright’s
aureolo whiskers had paled three shades
and there were under his eyes those
puffy rings that may indicate either an
hour with the gods of which he made
mention or a night with the boys. The
reporter asked him what business had
been transacted within. Mr. Wright
turned a shade pa—ler. '
“Business,” he said in ahushed voice;
“do not speak of business. This was a
meeting of the higher spirits.”
“But can you not tell—”
“I can tell nothing. It would be sac-
rilege. The common he rd would not
understand those mighty seerets that
we reverently discussed. It is horrible
to think of that the mysteries of the age
should be made common by- the power
ofthe press. What was it you wanted
to know?”
“If the new Mahatma was present,”
suggested the reporter.
“He was there, but he did not reveal
himself, nor will he do so for a year
after Mr. Judge’s departure to greater
spheres of activity. But he was there.
Oh. yes; hs‘was there.” ‘
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‘ I.
"Sh I” said the mournful man withran '
thoughts. They are struggling with
I
V
uTHEgEvEulse.eezETTE
sauce or POLITENESSJX
01d Fash1cned Ideal of Courtesy Outlaw .
by Bloomers.
' He was an extren ely polite man; in
fact, that was the‘c ruse of all the trou-
ble. His ideas were of the old'fashion-
ed school, and he had given very little
thought to the new woman. 3
He . entered a cafeteria, because he
was in a hurry and felt that hedid not
have the time to patronize a restaurant
where waiters are thrown in without
extra charge. ’
He made up his mind what he want-
ed pretty promptly, but there was a
hitch when it came to getting it. Four
times his idea of what was due to the
bloomer sex led him to give up his
place in line and begin all oVer again,
and not once was he thanked for it.
He was about due for the fifth time
when one of the girls behind the coun—
ter took pity on him and asked what he
wanted before he had time to get out
of line. ‘
At the cofiee'counter his deference to
the fair sex held him back for some-
thing like fifteen minutes, but he final-
ly reached a table. ‘
Then he went after water. He filled
a glass and noticed a young woman
standing beside him. He offered it to
her, and she took it and returned to her
table. He filled another glass and com--
teously handed that toanother young
woman who happened along just in
time. _ .
He went on filling glasses. and youn
women and old women seemed almost
to rise from the floor to take them. He
could not think of marching away with
a glass of water himselfi while a lady
was waiting to get one. It , would
be manifestly impolite.
But, well, he finally had to shut his
eyes and pretend no woman was wait-
ingyin order to get away without doing
violence to his idea of courtesy. And
then he found that a woman had‘calmly
pushed his things away and takeouthe
seat he had reserved for himself at one
2f the tables; and his cofiee waswold,
This explains, thinks the Chicago
Post. why he has decided' that the old-
fashioned ideas of courtesy are outlaw-
ed by bloomers, bicycles and business;
HIS QUAKER LINGO FAILED-
;1 Tramps Limited Knowledge Inset
,Him Cash.
“Wilt thee give me a little food?” said
a delapidated looking tramp to a good
old lady who was standing in the door
of a residence on CapitoI Hill last Tues-
day evening. The old lady was of a
Pennsylvania Quaker family, and her
heart warmed toward the needy stran-
ger at once.
“Certainly, my poor man. Go to‘the
basement door, and I’ll help thee ;" and
873.9 hurried downstairs to have the'ser-
vaut girl get togetier \some luncheon
for him. She took the; thingsitothe door,
‘md'after getting aWay with two large
sandwiches, a piece bf pie and a. cup of
tea, the man began in a pleading voice
again:
“Wilt thee be kind enough to give me
a little money to help me on my way
home—Philadelphia?”
“I would willingly, my pour man,”
responded the lady; “but I have no
money with me. But wait,” asathought
seemed to strike her: “I’ll give thee a
note to my son, at his office, down
town.”
The tramp failed to get the note,
however, for his next question brought
the interview to an abrupt end:
“Where will I find thou’s son?”—
Washington Star.
RUTH CLEVELAND.
07'” ”f I 7 V ,
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5.39.447 '1 ill-“"9 f;-
w .‘ .. il- ~-. MIA,
This is a picture of President Cleve-
land’s eldest child, taken from her
latest photograph.
Asleep on Their Beats.
“Police ofiicers frequently go to sleep
while patrolling their beats,” was the
information volunteered by a well-
known member of the police force, “es-
pecially during the couple of hours that
precede daylight. They have no idea
of hoodling, either. Only a short' time
ago I knew of an officer whose beat did
not extend south of Pennsylvania ave.
on Fourteenth street, who, while
asleep, walked all the way down along
that street to the Long Bridge. When
he awoke he was within ten feet of a
locomotive coming across the bridge,
and was so frightened that he did not
find his way back for nearly an hour.
I know of another case, and heard the
story from th pincer himself, who wan—
dered all the way along E street from
Fifth street northeast to Judiciary
square. He got all mixed up in the
square, and actually had to ask some
one where he was before he could find
his way back to his beat. Of course,
there are officers occasionally who set- .
tie down‘for a. quiet snooze, but the
cases I speak of are those who actually
and without any intention or desire go
asleep while they are'walking about.”
—Washington Star.
NotINecessarily.
“The face,” said the proverbial board-
er, "is an index to the mind];
“Then,” said the Cheerful Idiot, “if
x woman’s face is made up, is it a sign
that her mind is in the same condition.”
—£n;dianapolis Journal.
Artand Life.
Miss Critique—What do you consider
the hardest tiing to do in art?
Prof. Debs—Make enough to live on.
THE RETIRED BURGLAR.
singular Experience with a. 131......
in a Western City.
“I once had a very singular experi
ence in a fine house in a small city in
the West,” said a retired burglar.
“They had their silver locked up, but I
found on a table in the parlor a lot of
bric-a-brac, mostly silver that were well
worth carrying off.
“There was a curious looking ther-
mometer that caught my eye in partic-
ular, and contrary to my usual habit I
stopped to take a look at it before put-
ting it into my bag, and then it occurred
to me that I’d like to see how warm it
was—it was very close in the room with
the windows all shut—and I took a look
at the mercury, holding it down in the
light of my lamp on the table, standing
up . myself, but I couldn’t see it very
plain standing up, so I sat down in a
chair that was right there by the table
to get a closer look. ,
“The minute I sat down the chair be
gan to play a tune. It had a music box
arrangement attached to it, just like
many other articles of furniture are
made. Some of them when you pull
out a drawer a music box bagins to
play, and all that sort of thing, and this
was amusical chair. I got right up b it
the chair kept right on playing. Ti es)
things are apt to have a key, you know,
or a stopper of some sort about them
somewhere that you press to stop them.
I feltfor that key but couldn’t find it,
and I got my lamp and looked for it,
the music keeping right on playing all
the time, but I couldn’t find it and the
first thing I knew it broke gout louder
than ever; it had come to some sort of
a. bell attachment that it had and was
making twice as much noise as it did at
first. and the only thing I got in my bag
was the thermometer, which I’d wished
I’d never seen at all, and which I’d
dropped in the bag when the first sur-
prise struck me.
“I took another quick look over the
chair with the lamp, but I couldn’t find
the key and of course there wasn’t any-
thing for me to do but go away, which
I did. The last I heard 'of the chair, as
Iwent through the cellar \‘window, it
had busted out in some new direction
and was booming away like a brass
band.
A STORY OF SPAIN.
A Lover who Curries on His Inamorata’l
llIothor by Mistake. “3
Joe Maria Marsinez, is a young Span- ‘
ish :peasant, whose tiny farm is near
Sabas, Galicia. He 10v 6. Carmen, the
daughter of a. widow \ o owned the
largest shop in Sabas. Carmen was
willing, but the widow thought such a
handsome girl ought to marry money,
so she withheld her consent, to break
off the match. ‘
All efforts of the lovers to meet proved
vain. J oseheard that a young grocery~
.man fromthe next'towu wds tryingto
marry Carmen. ' His friends told him
he must get her then or not at all. So
he resolved upon a bold Galician
scheme to seize her and make her his at
once. ,
The evening of April 13 was the time
and the bed chamber of Carmen was
the place for the execution of the plot.
He climbed up to the bed chamber win-
dow after everybody in the house was
asleep and unlatched the door leading
down to the street. He grasped the
white clad figure that he found on the
bed tight in his arms and hurried from
the house across the fields.
“I am going to the priest,” he repeat-
ed several times, to rouse her from the
silence which fright had laid on her
tongue.
There was two or three sobs that
made J ose's heart stand still, and then
an outcry that caused him to drop the
white clad figure hastily. He lit a match
and saw before him not Carmen, but
Carmen’s mother. He started away on
a run, but Carmen’s mother had recog-
nized him, and she began to scream for
his arrest.
The night watchman of Sebas came;
Jose was arrested. On April 18 he was
sent to the penitentiary by the criminal
court of the district and on April 19,
which was Sunday, Carmen’s betrothal
to his rival was announced in the Sebas
church. The Madrid papers published
the story on April 22.
' PINS USED LONG AGO.
Cave Dwellers Used Them, and Possibly
Eve Improvised Them of Thorn.
Pins are, as the saying goes, as old as
the hills. In some form or another
they have been in existence ever since
our first parents clothed themselves in
fig leaves, which grew wild in the Gar—
den of Eden. As a matter of fact, pins
claim a very high antiquity, the earliest
form being the natural thorn, which is
still used to some extent by the peasant
women of Upper Egypt. In prehistoric
times pins were also made of the small
bones of fish and animals.
Among the remains of the lake dwell-
ers of Europe have been found bronze
pins and bronze brooches, in which the
pins form the prominent feature, many
of which are highly ornamented and
verylbeautiful. A few copper and one
iron pin have also been found. It is es
timated that 10,000 pins have been‘ col-
lected at the 'lacustrine station of Switz
erland alone. Afew of these have double
stems, and were probably used as hair-
pins. Three have been found at Pes-
chiere, which are exactly the same in
form as the safety pins of the present
time.
Among the single stem pins are many
ingenious devices for preventing the
spike from passing entirely through the
cloth or other material it is used for
fastening together. Many of them are
so formed that they are thicker in some
places than in others. A large number,
both of bone and bronze, had the head
formed of a. loose ring passed through
an eye in the pin. A few of them have
the appearance of a scarf pin now i:
use. In Egypt, pins with gold head .
have been discovered, while in ancien.
Rome bronze pins and bone hair pin~
with ornamental heads have been dis
covered among relics of Pompeii.-—
Brooklyn Eagle.
Donor HOUSE
KEErs ADDING T0 IT.”
The List of eur'es wm’ Soon Wipe
' Out the List of Sufferers .
In Norwalk.
_]:I:irst one, then two, then four, then
eight.
Rapidprogress, isn’t it ? . '
Well, it should be, it takes them all.‘
Beginning With backache—they cure.
Excess of urine—they cure.
Burning in passage—they cure.
Sediment or brick dust—they cure.
High color and mucus—they cure.
Diabetes and Bright’s disease—they
cure.
f Al: the some to them—they’re made
or 1 . - '
They are Doan’s Kidney Pills.
They add to the list all who take
them.
And Norwalk’s list is long.
Because the cure misses none.
No matter of how long standing.
How complicated and stubborn.
. Norwalk people know it now.
Mr. Daniel S. Osterbank, No. 21
Belden avenue. says: “I am seventy-
seven years old and a mill wright by
trade. In my younger davs I worked
very hard and for years I have been
troubled with kidney and bladder com-
plaint. My back ached, so severely at
times I could not move and I was com-
pelled to get up often at night to uri-
hate and lost a great deal of sleep. I
to »k medicines and wore plasters but
they would not cure me. I saw Doan’s
Kidney Pills advertised and I got a
box at Hale’s drug store. They were
Just the thing for my trouble. I have
every reason to think that they are just
what the manufacturers claim for them.
They have made me sound and well.”
This is only one statement among the
many we are daily receiving about the
working of Doan’s Kidney Pills. We
will continue them. If your back is
weak, lame or aching, try Doan’s Kid-
nev Pills.
You can get them at your druggists at
50 cents a .box, or they will be sent
postpaid on receipt of price, by Foster-
Milburn 00., Buffalo, N. Y
One to five applications of Dean’s
Ointment will cure the worst case of
Itching Piles there ever was. Can you
afford to suffer tortures when a simple,
' never-failing remedv is at hand? Doan’s
Ointment never fails. ,
GREGORY’S POIN I.
NDW OPEN FOR THE SEASON UP 1896.
Share Binners,
Rhode Island Glam Bake.
Bathing. Boating. Fishing.
Electric cars to Hotel, every twenty
minutes.
JOHN E. O’SULLIVAN,
Manager.
MEEKER COAL C0.
GOAL, WOOD, BRICK,
LIME, GEMEIIT, TILE PIPE.
OFFICE WITH G. WARD SELLECK
WALL STREET. NOBW/ LK.
ADAMS’
B la 2 o n
Soap Powder,
For Kitchen Use
Excells all others.
Ask Your Grocer For It.
The following Grocers have it on_ sale: E. J . '
Finnegan, Main street; P. J. O'Brien. Cha 6'.
stret; M. Abraham. Plattsyille avenue; rs.
Harriet A. Northrop. Unionville' A. Stull,
East Norwalk; _D. Rosen, South Norwalk; J.
L. June” Winnipauk: N. Driscoll. Westport. .
Fred Scribner. A. A. Anson. Hug? Donnelly-
George Pomeroy, Chapel street. . H. More-
house Wes; avenue, D. Gormley. Spring Hill, <
E. Schachat, Harbor avenue. D Schachat.
Franklin avenue. F. Bailmtz & Brns..3OMa1n
street; Buttery Bros, Belden Avenue; Anna.
Lubrous. 20 Ward street; Anna R. Qurke, East
Norwalk; William Flynn, 25 Day street; 0.
Scofield. 170 Main street.
DRINK
"mum
same ' , —-
warn-
FOR THE
Stomach,
Bo wels, , -
Liver and
Kidneys.
non BALE BY _ . ’
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