‘ ... .730»; . v , THE EVENING ‘G'AZETHTE .. ,,._,- _. .. . __~._ —- "v , ‘ “' WWW-"T, ._ ' Rumors at a Chilean Revolution. I THE SIMPLE JOYS O'F nownv. fl ling arms. His face was near hers, but WASngTON, Nov. 27__Indeflnite m, Royalty Much Like Other People in its Enjoyment of Pleasures. The simplicity of taste and feeling which distinguishes the members of our royal family has always struck me as their most charming characteristic. “There is no woman in this world as artless as the Queen,” once declared a friend who had had every opportunity of studying Her Majesty’s character. Simple joys and simple pleasures are what most appeal to them, while the earnestness and warmth of the affec- tion shown to one another by the brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts of the Guelph family show their real unworldliness in a very charming light. One of the most homely and lovable members is the Princess Christian of Schleswig-Holstein, as the following little anecdote will serve to show. Princess Christian, “Lenchen,” they call her in the royal circle, takes a deep interest, as we all know, in char- itable doings;‘nay, she spends half her life in helping to clothe the poor, and feed the sick and hungry. Not very long ago she persuaded a friend to adopt some poor little waif and stray. Soon the friend came to Her Royal Highness with complaints. “This child,” she told, “for whom I have done so much—can it be be- lieved ?-—is dainty about her food. She actually objects to cold mutton!” 'And what do you think Princess Christian replied? That paupers ought to have no tastes, no likes or dislikes? Oh! no. The Princess is too sweet and human for that. She merely laughed and said, with a delightful simplicity of accent: “Well, cold mutton is not so very nice, after all, is it? I am not fond of it myself, and as to mamma, though she rather likes cold beef, the one thing she cannot and will not stand is cold mutton.” ' Even the Prince of Wales. man of the world though he be. retains a vast deal of simplicity. He and the Duke of York are like boys together, some- times, rather than father and son, and will chaff one another, and laugh to- gether as heartily as two young un- dergraduates. I remember how, when the Duke of York presided over his first big charity dinner at the Great Ormond Street Hospitalfor Children, and a larger sum was subscribed af- ter his speech than had ever been the case when the Prince of Wales himself was at the head of the table, how the Duke drove off to Marlborough House in triumph immediately afterward to “crow,” as he put it, over his sire. Whether the Prince or Duke was the more delighted it would be difficult to say. Useful hIembers of a. Family. The Portuguese say that no man can be a good husband who does not eat a good breakfast, which leads The Wa- terbury American to say this is a mean way of throwing upon the wife all the responsibility for the husband’s good- ness, for without a good wife there can be no good breakfast for him to cat. That may be right in theory, but it is wrong in practice. We know a man who has cooked breakfast the greater part of the time for the past' fifteen years for his family. And we violate no confidence when we say it is a good breakfast, too. He is a man who loves good living, and he knows how to pre- pare a meal'with the best of women. Yet he is a workingman who puts in from ten to fifteen hours a day of hard Work, and the kind of work that is ex hausting.—,—Ansonia Sentinel. smK HEADAGIIE Positively cured by these Little Pills. They also relieve Distress from Dyspepsia, Indigestion and T00 Hearty Eating. A per- fect remedy for Dizziness, Nausea, Drowsi- ness, Bad Taste in the Mouth, Coated Tongue Pain in the Side, TORPID LIVER. They Regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetablm; Small Pill. Small Dose; “Small Price- Window Glass. Odd Sizes Cut to Order. Putty in Bulk, and l, 3 & 5 Pound Cans. Prepared Paint, Oils and Turpen- tine, Hardware & Housefu r n i‘s h- rigs. H. II. VVILLIABES 17 Main St. J. D. Jennings. ' UNDEKTA K F R 1 Knight screenopposite Street [Wilma Depot NIGHT 1mm. 41 01mm): x When Earth’s last. picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, \When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died. We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it— lie down for an aeon or two. 'Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew! And those that were good shall be happy-- the-y shall srt. in a golden chair; . ‘They shall splash ate. ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair; They shall find real saints to draw from— Magdalene. Peter and Paul; They shall work for an age ata. sitting and never be tired at all! . And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame; « And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for. fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each in his separate star, Shall draw the thing as he sees It. for flu God of Things as They Are! ~Rudyard Kipling. AMBER. At the sound of a footfali in the core ridor he laid down his pen and leaned wearily back in his big ,arm chair. Presently a hand thrust back the curtain from the doorway and his wife entered. She was gowned for the evening in her favorite color—dull yel- low. There were diamonds at hen throat and in her gold-brown hair. She looked radiant with pleasure. , “Shall I do?” she asked, coming for. ward, and leaning upon the desk with} her hands, palms downward. “You will do very well,” lit: said all last. “What is it to-night, Amber?"- “ ‘Faust.’ I am going with the Kerr. dalls, Lawrence—” He took up his pen with a slight ges~ turc of impatience that effectually si- lenced her. Half the joy died out of. her face. She stood a moment watch- ing him as he wrote; then she went round and laid her hand timidly on his shoulder. “John—” wistfully. “Well?” She hesitated, hoping that he would look up or say something more; but he did neither. “1—1 am going now. Good—by.” “Good—by.” It was the tone, not the words, that brought a sudden dimness into her eyes. She lingered still with her hand on his shoulder. Then she slowly re- moved it and stole out of the room. As the curtain ceased swaying be— hind her the pen dropped, and John <Sarles covered his face with his hands. He heard a carriage stop at the curb- ing and the front door close with a‘ bang. He heard a man’s voice and a. man’s gay laugh—both Lawrence Ken- dall’s; then there was a rumble of wheels, and he lifted his head with a jerk. Something like a sob escaped him. “Lawrence,” she had said. It had come to that, then! Lawrence! John Sarles knew him well—knew how his handsome face and winning smile en- deared him to the hearts of women—— how he was sought after, potted, ad- mired. Ah, well, it was something, after all, to be born with a handsome face and straight, strong limbs. John Sarles looked bitterly .t the crutch leaning against his chair, and thought that be- couse of it life had withheld much of its sweetness from him. Wealth and even the powerful intellect which put him in touch with the brightest think- ers of the day failed to make up to him for that. _ He had been onthe point of sink- ing into the self-imposed isolation of a proud, morose pature when Amber came—Amber, the little (lat ghter of his intimate friend, who, dying, had en- trusted her to his care. . Soon the music of her laughter had chased away the ghostly echoes from the lonely old house, and the light of her happy eyes brightened every room. Her books strewed the tables, her flow- ers filled the long unused vases, her gowns made bits of color against the dark walls as she fiitted up—stairs and down. Gradually all became changed be- cause of her. New furniture replaced the old, new carpets covered the floors, the conservatory blossomed with rare plants. and a grand piano lit up a dark recess of the library with its polished ivory and rosewood. By-and-by the little girl became a maiden to whom every door was open, and whose smile was a favor which men considered as well-nigh precious: and all the time that Amber was grow- ing winsome and sweet and graceful John Sarles was growing old and wrinkled and gray. But his heart was young as ever, and he loved Amber with all the pent-up force of his na- ture, and he suffered agonies because of that love, feeling that she could never, never be his. One day a handsome boy of good family came to ask him for Ambe’rz‘s hand. Poor Johnl‘ He gave his con- sent and blessing as well. What else could he do. not knowing but that Am~ her loved him? And while the boy was -plcading his cause, John sat in his stray with as bitter a heartache as ever man had. Presently the door opened, but he didn’t look up. And then came a sweet, sobbing voice and the pressure of two soft arms about his neck from behind. . “O guardy, guardy, are you tired of me that you try to get rid of me so?” He was suffocating with surprise and joy “and terror, but he managed to draw her around where he could see her face, which was rosy with blushes and persistently averted. “Amber!” he cried. “Tired of you! Want to get rid of you, Amber!” And then, reassured by his tone, she burst out passionately,— “You, you must be, else you’d never have sent him to me, when you know I hate himL—hate them all but you!” He drew her down on his knees at that, and held her close in his tremb- r ~_—__‘_«W‘ i : k' 45.. he did not kiss her. He could only look at. the sweet, wet eyes and child- like mouth, the round, soft cheek and golden-brown hair, wondering, doubt- ing, hoping all at once—he could not have told which the most of the three. That was two years ago—two blessed years of such happiness that they seemed to him like a long delightful dream. Amber loved him, and Am- ber was his wife. . But of late a shadow had fallen be- tween them—the shadow of Lawrence Kendall. The fear that had numbed John’s heart when he first beheld the young man’s admiring gaze upon his wife had ripened into fierce jealousy. He had grown cold and austere in his manner, causing Amber many tears and much worriment. Once he had been positively harsh toward her. What else had he been'to-night? And all the time his proud, sensitive nature was suffering to its utmost capacity. Dear little Amber! He could feel the tears in, her eyes and the quiver of her mouth though he could not see them. The wistful pleading in her voice had touched him to the quick. How he longed to snatch her in his arms—crumpling the dull yellow silk, if he must, and rufliing the shiny hair, for she used never to complain—and kiss her over and over and tell her how much he loved her, and how sorry he was to hurt her by word or look. But no-his pride, his indomitable pride, restrained him, and he had let her go with her whole evening spoiled because of it. Ah, just wait, till she came in, tired and cold and sleepy! Then he would make all right. She would forgive him~of course she would, the darling! And they would be happy again as they had been for weeks, sitting by the fire together, she in the big crim- son chair, and he on the ottoman at her side, just where he could touch her hand or cheek and kiss her when he chose. The firelight would dance on her hair and bring out the soft color in her face, and she would laugh and smile in the old joyous way. What a fool he had been—how cowardly and unreasonable, to doubt his innocent darling even for one moment! It was two o’clock, and Amber ought to have been home an hour ago. What was it made John start and tremble and pale as he glanced at the clock? Were his fears confirmed? Had his doubts become truths? Hark! Was not that the sound of a carriage pausing at the curbing? What occasioned this unusual confusion in the hall below? John Sarles seized his crutch and limped a few pacestoward the door, but stopped as it was flung open, and the figure of an old serving man ap- peared on the threshold. “Master—~” he began. John Sarles’ lips moved but no sound passed them. “Master, I have come with the sad news for you. There has been an ac- cident—the horses ran away—and Miss Amber—” He caught John as he reeled and fell, and answering the mute, awful appeal of those. agonized eyes, con- cluded,——— ' ‘ " “Is hurt seriously, but not fatally. They have just brought her home.” Three months afterward, whenx bursting buds and freshly sprouting grass proclaimed that spring was at hand, Amber was carried into her hus- band’s study and propped up by pil- lows and cushions on the sofa there. Her face had lost its roundness and its dainty color, and the beautiful brown- gold hair was cut close to her head. There was a great bunch of yellow roses on the table at her side, and she touched them lovingly, knowing that John was watching her, and that he had placed them there. Presently he came and sat down on the edge of the sofa—all their difier- ences had long'since been made up— and took her hands in his and held them tenderly against his month. There were tears in-his eyes, though Arnber’s were clear enough. “You dear old John,” she said, smil- .ingly. “I believe you feel worse about it than I do.” ' He sobbed. “Well, you needn’t, you silly boy.” She was silent a moment, and then she said, musingly, “Do you know, I be- lieveflI’m half glad—” A “Oh, my darling, to be lame all your life!” “Yes, for don’t you see, we shalllsym- pathize with one another more than we ever have? And. oh, John—? “Yes, Amber.” “1 never realized before how patient and dear you were until I was hurt. I think I love you better than ever, if that can be, and I am sure—quite. quite sure, that this has been a blessed lesson for both of us. aren’t you?” ’ And John, in his newer and clearer wisdom, dared not deny it.—-lVaverly Magazine. _._.__. .They Do Not Throw Their Quills. The spines of the porcupines are very loosely attached to the body and they are verg sharp—as sharp as a nee- dle at the outer end. At almost the slightest touch they penetrate the nose of a dog or the clothing or flesh of a person touching the porcupine, and stick there, coming away from the animal without any pull being re- quired. The facility in catching hold with one end and letting go with the other has sometimes caused people to think that the spines had been thrown at them. The outer end -of the spines, for some distance down, is covered with small barbs. These barbs cause a spine once embedded in a living ani- mal to keep working further in with every movement of the muscles, so that it is not a pleasant thing to get stuck‘full of thein.—I‘:1'i'l:md Oregon- ian. mots reached here today of a revolution in Chile, but are discredited at. the Chilean legation, where Minister Gana received a cablegram from the under minister of for- eign affairs giving the names of a cabinet just formed by President Errazuriz. ' That Bloodless Duel. LONDON, Nov. 27.—-A special dispatch from Paris says that a duel with pistols was fought near that city on Sunday last between the Marquis do Montmorto and Mr. J. A. Hutchinson, an American resi- dent. Si: shots are said to have been ex- changed at- 25 paces with no result. A. Steamboat Sunk. SANDY HOOK, Nov. 27.-—-The steward and fireman of the steamboat John E. Moore came ashore in a. small boat. today and reported that the steamboat lay sunk with the water up to her decksoutside the Hook. About 150 people who were on he] were rescued lame. , A Prominent Banker Ill. LIMA, Peru, Nov. 27.—Mr. Martin 13. Wells, manager of the London and Mexico bank, is critically ill. He is suffering from inflammation of the brain, has passed a bad night and is now severely delirious. Sixteen large cases of goods arrived at the Merwin street shirt manufactory, on Wednesday. The Thanksgiving shoot of the New- make Gun club was not the pleasing success of former years although Some good showing was done. Glad Tidings. The grand specific for dispepsia, liver complaint, Rheumatism, costiveness, general debility, etc., is Bacon’s Celery King for the Nerves. This great herbal ronic stimu’ates the digestive organs, teguates the liver and restores the system to vigorous health and energies. Sam- ples free. Large packages 50c and42-5c. Sold only by Edward P. Weed, Norwalk, and George C. Stillson, South Norwalk. Captain 0. Fred Betts and W. H. Campbell of New York took dinner yesterday at the home of Mrs. Julia Belts on Main street. If Every filofloep Knew Her Little Ones Would be Saved. Bnrnonronr, Comm, May 3, ’95.——Dr. Hand—Dear Sin—“I have used Dr. Hand’s Teething Lotion and found it all it is represented. I have had no trouble at all with baby during his teething; it has helped him so much, he teases to have it used on his gums. If every mother would use it they would save the little ones a great deal of suffering. Yours respectfully, Mrs. Harry Browne, 614 State street ” Dr. Hand’s Teething Lotion sold by all druggists, 25c. Elder W. A. Smith, of Iowa, preach‘ ed in the Latter Day Saints’ chapel at Broad River, yesterday morning. Baby’s Best Frieml—illothcr,_Neact Dr, Hand’s Colic Cure. HARTFORD, CONN., Oct. 26, ’95—The Hand Medicine Co.—“By request of my wife the undersigned writes you ‘that baby’s best friend is her mother,’ and next best is Dr. Hand’s Colic Cure. Used same for past months. It is impossible to write our appreciation of your prepa- ration and do most cheerfully request all mothers to use same for their little ones. Our baby is now teething. W. Lincoln Barnard.” Sold by all druggists, 25c. Mr. and Mrs. Munson Riymond, nee Annie Louise Carry, were guests at the Raymond residence on Knight street, yesterday. Cure for Headache. As a remedy for all forms of headache Electric Bitters has proved to be the very best. It effects a permanent cure and the most dreaded habitual sick headaches yield to its influence. \Ve urge all who are afllicted to procure a bottle, and give this remedy a fair trial. In cases of habitual constipation Electrie Bitters cures by givir g the needed tone to the bowels, and few cases long resist the use of this medicine Try it once, large bottle only 50c and $1.00 at E. P. Weed’s drug store, Norwalk, and Monroe’s New Ca- naan. Mr. and Mrs. James H. Wilson of Brideport ate their Thanksgiving diu- ner with Mr. and Mrs. Charles N. Ar- nold of Camp street. The Discovery Saved His Life. Mr. G. Cailouette, Druggist, Bpavers- ville, 111., says : “To Dr. King’s New Discovery I owe my life. Was taken with La Grippe and tried all the physmians for miles about, but of no avail and was giv- en up and told I could not live. Having Dr. King’s New Discovery In my store, I sent for a bottle and began its use and from the first dose began to get better, and after using three bottles was up and about again. It is worth its weight in gold. We won’t keep store or house without it.” Get a free trial at E. P, Weed’s Drug Store, Norwalk, and Mon- roe’s, New Canaan. An enjoyable dance took place at Lockwood’s halllast evening. It was a social success. Belief in Std: Hours. Distressing Kidney and Bladder dis- eases relieved in siz hours by the “New GREAT SOUTH AMERICAN KIDNEY CURE.” This new remedy is _a great sur- prise on account of its exceeding prompt, ness in relieving pain in the bladder kidneys, back and every part of the urin- ary passages in male or female. It re- lieves retention of water and pain in pass- ing it almost immediately. If you want equick relief and cure this IS your remedy. Sold by E. P. Weed, Druggist. N nwalk, Conn. .. 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