HOW TO LIVE ON 877 cams A:WEEK. A Boston Minister Solves the Problem of _ Cheap Living. There is one man at least for whom the present hard times have no terrors, for he knows how to live on 871/2 cents a week. This up—to—date professor of economics is Rev. Miles Grant, of Boston, an active, hardworking evan- gelist, who does not spare himself in his work, and yet, strictly within the limit of the expen- diture named, sufiers neither physi- cally nor mentally as a result of his unique system. While ,at the first glance it would seem impossible that a full grown healthy being could live well on such a sum per week, an examination of the Rev. Mr. Grant’s account of good things will convince one to the con- trary. ,I-Iere is his list of articles, many of which can be easily varied and still keep within the fixed limit. 1 pound Irish oatmeal .......... .05 . 2 quarts flour at 5c. quart ....... ' .10 _ (for unleavened bread.) leans, 2-3 quart. .. . .. . .... .05 Peas. 1/2 quart. . . . . . . .......... .01 Figs. 1/1, pound. . . . . . ........... .041;- l)ates. 1/2 pound. .. ............. .05 New'Cheese. 1/.) pound .......... .10 Raw eggs, 1 dozen... . . . . . . . . . . .20 Milk, 3 quarts, at 8 cents ...... . .24 Total ....... . ... . . ........... 871%.: “As" to the times of eating he re- _ marks: In my early life I ate when- ever I felt an appetite for food, which might be a dozen times a day. I be- came satisfied that this habit would lead to the ruin of health. For thirty- five wears I have eaten but two meals a day, and nothing between meals. I take breakfast at 8 o’clock, and dim not about 3 o’clock. I have no desire for food except at these hours. “As I grow older I feel younger. I can preach every evening, and three times Sunday, and feel as fresh at the close. of the day as in the morning.” PROFESSOR J. M. MUNYON. Professor Munyon says that 90 per cent. of the people are miserable on account of' some disease of the stomach. He claims his Dyspepsia remedy will positively cure all forms of indigestion and stomach trouble, such as rising of food, distress after eating, shortness of breath, palpita- tion and all affections of the heart caused b y indigestion, wind on the stomach, bad taste, offensn-e breath, loss of appetite, faintness or weakness of the stomach, headache from indigestion, soren’ess of the stomach, coated tongue. heartburn, shooting pains of the stomach, constipa- tion, dizzmess, faintness and lackof-ener- gy, cold feet, poor circulation and ner- vousness. It tones up the system,streng- thens the nerves, enriches the blood, and forms a new coating in worn-out stomachs or those that have been impair- ed by physic or injurious medicines. For f. Mun you has a separate cure for each disease. At all druggists, mostly 25 cents a vial. Personal letters to Prof. Munyon, 1505 Arch street, Philadelphia, Pa, answered with free medical advice for any disease. Em ‘11 th errori the g as ,7 t i 0f COl‘i- Em" ’ . Sumption HALES stares a . ENE? man in E OF ‘ the liliflllllilh face Who neg- AND lects a cold. TAR It’s so simple to get rid of a cough or throat trouble by Hale's Honey of Here- hound and Tar. Acts like magic. by druggists. Pike’s Toothache Drops cure in one minute. v‘vvvvyv'vvvv‘vmvvw . wvvvwvvvvvvm‘vvvrfi‘vv‘vn’v-vawv Sold . AAAAA‘AAAA ... Special to Readers Pf This Paper. "‘ Send this “ad." and D 09." [S in stamps and we ‘ Will mail you 1-4 lb. of any kind of Tea. you ‘ may select, the best im- . orted. Good Teas and , . _ , . Coffees, 25c. per lb. We willsend5 lbs. of FINE .FAMILY TEAS on receipt of this ”ad.” and $2.00. All charges paid. (S. L THE GREAT AMERICAN TEA 00., 31 and 33 Vesey St, N. Y., P. 0. Box 289. 33 DAVID w._ RAYMOND funeral Bimini aft; Emlmr' at; Washington Street South Norwalk Residence. Mahack emo Hotel. tflBKWOUD’S %A%EEGEPA%%E]I‘VE8§% Cheap rates, Willalso take orders for mes- cougar service in New York. Goods called :for and deliyeredto all arts of the town, Orders received at E. P. eed’s Drug Store. Wall Street. With telephone connection on. '3‘” o E LOCKWOOD. r J. D. Jennings. — .UNDERTAKER . « _ Opposite Street Railway Depot», :33. av 1 on ; BELL 41' arm and though keeping ' THE-EVENI'N o oAzinTTa BY MRS. A. H. MARKHAM. “I’m a born idiot,” said the man tr himself, "to let her go away like that She may not come back,.afther all. Ah. ' but she will,” thought he, “and when she does, off the little fairy goes wid me; aye, she’s a beauty, too, and no mistake; just fancy her axing the p_.;' don of the likes of me, because she hat taken a bite out of the bread; prettily and swate she did it! Shurt I haven't the heart to harm a hair oi her head. Ah! there she is,” said he shading his eyes with his hands, as Dot appeared on the bridge, holding Ol tightly to the rail as she sped quicklg across. 0n gaining the opposite banl she stopped and turned to see if III was there, but the long grass com pletely hid him from, view, so, with a little toss of her head, she scamperei if as fast as her legs would carry her. “Sure I don’t half like the look 0! that bridge,” thought the man, as he noticed how it bent even under the light weight of the child. “It’s strong enough, .that’s sartin, and it’s safe enough for a man or woman, but a little strip of a child like that might asily slip through, it’s so wobbly.” How. merrily the water flowed, as it meandered peacefully but swiftly along under the bridge, and along through the park, with the' bright sun glistening upon it. “Shure the water is innocent-looking enough,” continued he, still pursuing the thoughts that had been engendered in his mind by his apparent want of confidence in the security of the bridge, “but a small stripling like that would soon be carried away by it, if she fell in. I’ll just look out to see no harm comes to her,- but she can’t be here yet awhile,” so sitting down in the tall grass he quietly awaited her return. Although this fellow was intent on a fiendish act, and had already per petrated many wicked and even re~ volting crimes in carying out the be. hosts of the secret league with which he was associated, still he could not but help feeling something tugging at the strings of his heart when he thought of little Dot. CHAPTER V. No one noticed the little baby-girl as, reaching her treasure, she clasped the cup of milk in one hand and the bread and jam in the other, and hastily re< traced her steps to the bridge. 'No one saw that little form as, with difficulty, she scrambled up the rickety steps leading to the bridge, holding tightly in both hands the provisions she was bringing to satisfy the cravings of a hungry fellow-creature. Only, alas! when it was too late did the man him- self, 'catching sight of the little girl, hastily rush forward as he heard a piercing, childish scream, saw her slip on the bridge, and the tiny figure sway “backward and forwards for a moment in her endeavour to save the food that was in her grasp, and then with a splash disappear into the stream. “ STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND HE GRASPED THE CLOTHING.” Quick as were his movements, he ar~ rived to late to save from falling, but with a mad rush he, who had so re- cently been plotting her destruction, plunged into the cruel, laughing water to her rescue. After a few seconds, which to him appeared to be an in- terminable time, he saw close to him on the surface of the stream the pretty white frock of the child, and stretch- ing out‘ his hand he grasped the cloth- ing, and dragged the senseless little limp form towards him. Reaching the bank, he took her tenderlyin his arms and gave a great convulsive sob, as'he looked on the pale, small face that rested on his arm, the golden curls clinging in wet tangles around her head, the eyes closed, and the pretty little mouth firmly set as she rested, oh! so quietly and so motionless. “Is She dead?” thought he, and as this possible result dawned upon him, . so also did his conscience smite him. “My God!” he said, as he noticed for the first time that her little fingers still held a firm grip on the. cup, “she had died for me. God bless ye, me ‘dar- lint.” All cruel thoughts fled from him, and he could think only of the ten- der little child that lay inanimate in his arms, who had so bravely risked her life in her endeavor to succour him and bring him relief. ' Dot had, in« her simple. girlish way. touched the spring which unlocked all the goodness in him, yet it had nearly cost the child her sweet young life to do it. . Carrying her'slight form with the utmost tenderness, he made his way towards the house. It did not ‘ take l..:.=; long to reach the .door of the hou . grand old—mansionfwhere he rang fu— riously at the bell. A man-servant speedily made his appearance, who naturally gazed in astonishment at the sight before him. Almost at the same moment Sir Bryan, who had only en- tered the house a few minutes before, seeing the man, whom he recognized as one of those who had sworn deadly enemity to him and his household, rushed forward, for he had already caught sight of his darling. “My God!” he gasped, “what has. happened? What have you- done to her?” he cried, fiercely, glancing furi ously at the man, yet atthe same time taking the inanimate form of his lit: tlc daughter from him with infinite tenderness. _ “I'll tell yeeallfydurhhonour, prislnt. ly,” said the man. “She may not be dead yet, and ye would do well to take the wet things off her.” “My pet! Dead!” echoed Sir Bryan, as he pressed his lips to the cold face of his little one, scarcely able to real- ize such a terrible result. Then ab- ruptly turning round, he said, “Let the fellow wait until I send for him,” and took his child straightway upstairs. An hour afterwards Bridget, with red, swollen eyes, came to fetch him She had been crying bitterly, and could hardly control her terrible grief Accosting the man, she curtly said. “Me darlint wants you; she is dying Follow me.” ‘ He needed no second invitation, his heart was full to overflowing, and he quietly followed her into the room to which little Dot had been taken. -.~‘.A he entered, she lifted her head slightly and smiled, then in a. faint whisper she said, pointing to her father;— “Daddie going to give zu some bread and jam, becos I lost mine. I’m going to Dod, you know. Dood-bye, man. I so velly solly I slipped, but I could not help it, my hands were so full.” “Don’t talk, darling,” said her moth- er, as bending over the little cot she ob- served how exhausted she was, but Dot had still something more to say. “Please tell them all how I fell,”'she said to the poor fellow, who could scarcely speak, for a. nasty lump had arisen in his throat and seemed as ll it would choke him. He managed, however, in a few- broken sentences to relate the whole story, and how she had tumbled oh the bridge into the water, while striving to bring him something to eat. Then, kneeling at the foot of the bed, with his hands covering his face, he said: "Your honour and me lady, I confess last night I did all in me power to take your life” (Lady O’Connor Shuddered), “and to-day, whin the lit tle lady found me, I strove to take her away, but, praise the Lord! the good God above has otherwise ordered it, an’ I swear now before Him, as I hope for salvation, and in her swate pris- ince, that I’d rather put a bullet through my head than do any harm to ‘ those she loves.” y<.~ CHAPTER VI. He could say no more, and, stifling a sob, he quietly left the room. All this time the little form on the bed lay, oh! so quiet and so motionless. “Doctor, is there no hope,” whispered Lady O’Connor, in soft, piteous tone; but the dear old man who had known Dot from her birth could only shake his head, while the tears coursed down his furrowed cheek. Going towards the crib he gently raised little Dot, and in his soothing, persuasive way, induced the child to swallow a few drops of the restorative he held in his hand, then tenderly laying her down again in a recumbent position, he placed his finger on the tiny white wrist so as to feel the almost imperceptible pulsa- tions which feebly throbbed in her lit- tle frame. During all this time his face on which Lady O’Connor was gazing with anxious, piteous eyes, assumed a grave and sad expression. Suddenly she observed it to brighten up, and a look of hope mingled with gladness passed over it as he quickly bent his head over the motionless form of the little girl, whose golden curls lay in tangled tresses over the soft, white, downy pillow. For a few seconds. which appeared like hours to those who had assembled around the little bed of their pet, he watched earnestly and intently; then gradually the grave, pained look re‘ laxed, and the dear old man’s face he- came radient with hope and happiness. “What is it, doctor?” gasped the mother, unable to control her pent-up feelings any longer. “Is there hope“: \Vill—will—my darling live? For God’s sake, tell me—tell me there is hope!” “Hush, my dear lady,” he replied, as he noticed her agitation; “her sweet life is in God’s hands, to do with as He thinks best- \Vhatever happens, we must submit to His will; but I think that the burden He is laying on us this time is not going to be a heavy one to bear. Thesymptoms are faa vourable, andthere is hope—there is always hope. Watch with me and be patient and trustful." Silently and patiently did they watch by the bedside of the little child, noticing every alight alteration of col- our and expr -. the nail ‘ace‘, then What UL joy (. Vito the mother’s heart . she 0 .ed tho dlfiiculty of respiration becoming less, and the breathing getting easier and more regular, as the little one appeared to be slumbering peacefully. At this time a bright sunbeam found its way through the interstices of the curtains that had been drawn to dark- en the sick chamber, and kISSed lov~ ingly the fair face of the child, and rested on her. bright, golden hair. This was surely a happy omen, and as such it was regarded by those present. The sweetest words that ever broke on the father’s"ears, as he sat with bowed hear, a picture of silent grief and despair, were the softly whispered ones that fell from his wife’s lips, as shesaid. i; heartfelt tones? ,:- ‘ shingles late—Philadelphia Ledger. . “Thank God, Bryan for His tender mercy —our prayers have been heard, and our little one has been sparedto us.” Ten years have elapsed since the in. cidents just related occurred. Christ- masmas is being celebrated in the old Castle of Ballinaclough in the good old- fashioned way; the tenants on the es tate being entertained by Sir Bryan with a dinner, which was served in the large hall, to be» followed by a dance. The festivities are at their height. A number of happy faces are turned to- wards the door, in evident expectation of welcoming the arrival of some im- portant person. Thereis one among this gay and happy throng who is more conspicu- ous, and seems to take a more promi- nent part in the direction Of affairs, than anyone else. In this person we recognize our old friend Dennis Mc- Carthy, no longer the wan lean, ema- ciated wretch that was first introduced to our readers, but a happy, contented, and trusty servant of Sir Bryan O’Con- nor. Suddenly his eyes light up with joy and pleasure as Sir Bryan enters the hall, acompanied by his still beau- tiful wife and lovely daughter. “Here they are,” shouted Dennis, ex- citedly. “God bless the master and mistress; and shore there’s Miss Dot God bless her too; didn’t she risk her swate life for me in the hard times that plaze God, are now pastl”. Dot, following her father with the guests staying in the house, was in- deed a fair picture to look upon. Al- though she-had now grown almost to womanhood, she was, perhaps, far more beautiful than she was ten years ago, but she still retained the same sweet, childish expression on her face, that was such a distinguishing char- “ ‘THANK YOU, DENNIS,’ SAID sun, SHAK' ING HIS HAND." “Now, thin, bhoys and girls,” shout- ed Dennis, with true Irish excitability, “three cheers for his honour and her ladyship—hip,- hip, hurrah!” he roared at the top of his voice, standing mean~ while on a chair in the centre of the room, the cheering being taken up by the entire company until the old hall resounded with their shouts of wel‘ come. “And now,” said Dennis, when the first burst of cheering had somewhat subsided, “six cheers for the swatest crayture God iver made—our Miss Dot.” “Hip, hip, hurrah,” broke forth again, with redoubled emphasis, and was continued for a long time. When the cheering was ended—a murmur of “God bless your honour,” and “A Hap- py Christmas to ye,” was heard on all sides. But Dennis did not consider his du~ ties accomplished even now—ho thought his gnardian angel (for so he regarded Dot) was entitled to even a greater ovation, and was beginning to call for more cheers for Miss Dot, when she, divining his intentions, stopped his action by laughingly call- ing him down from his chair and tell- ing him that he must dance with her. “That I will, to be shure, me darlint young lady,” he replied, “but first I must wish a happy Christmas to your swate self.” “Thank you, Dennis." said she, shaking his hand, “and accept the. same good wishes from me to you and yours.” And with this bright, gay picture, with this scene of‘revelry before us, we will leave them. From the time of the. incidents with which this story opened, Sir Bryan, happy in the love, of his own family circle, was also hap- py in the knowledge that he possessed a prosperous, contented. and a loyal tenantry. (The End.) Fraud Detected by Use of H-Rays. The X-ray nipped in the bud some time ago. a clever scheme to defraud the City and Suburban Railway Com- pany of Baltimore. The man who at- tempted to perpetrate the trick rep-re sented that he had had one of his arms broken by a car of the company.- and, through an attorney, he demand ed $3,500 damages. His arm was tied up from the wrist to the elbow, and he pretended to be in. great. pain. Rather than go to the expense of a lawsuit, the railway company offered to compromise the claim by the pay- ment of $100, which was refused. The company then thought of the X-ray, and, believing the claimant to be a fraud, they arranged to have a pic- ture taken of the bones- of the man‘s arm. The photograph shows] that the bones were intact, and that they had never been fractured. ”.‘s’in-n the bandages were ‘ wi from the arm the skin was i burned and discolored, and the j i- 2211.." who crusade-ed it said that it lialJ --.-u burnt-d with acid.-‘—Baltimors .‘illil. Church Built. of Ono'Tree. Santa Rosa. capital of- Santa Rosa County, California, has a Baptisl ‘church which holds over 200 people. built entirely from timber sawed out of a. single redwood. Timbers; weath- erboarding and inner lining are all oi wood. The roofing, too, is of shingles cut'from the same tree. and after it was all finished there were .60,00€ :- .195 keepers. I . POWDER. A Model Housekeeper writes:—“I want to tell you how pleased I am with your Ivorine Wash- ing Powder for washing dishes of all kinds. In fact, I find it indispensable.” The cake of Superb Toilet Soap which the manufacturers put in every package of Ivorine Washing Powder is one of the charms which makes Ivorine so upiversally popular with house The J. B. WILLIAMS oo., Glastonbury. Conn.‘ "‘4. ' Makers of Williams Famous Shaving Soaps. ‘ i. ’ Write for catalogue of choice premiums. 'Try it for your dishes, see how bright and clear it makes them, how much time it saves. ‘ "m «=— ' .2=~‘.~‘" Cr unsm -.. ”How He Selected His Deputy. That tale related in the telegrams 01 an Alabama girl who shot a young man a couple of times and then mar- ried him recalls the methods employed by George Bardsley, one of the early day sheriffs of Ellis county, in appoint- ing his deputies. One night he. was called to Chris Riley’s saloon, where “Texas Frank,” a newly arrived des- perado in Hays City, was “shooting out” the place—a performance which consisted in the promiscuous firing oi his “gun” at the barkeeper, bystand- ers, lamps, bottles and pictures. Sher- iff Bardsley grabbed the first weapon handy in his Own saloon, which hap- pened to be a double-barrele'd shotgun, and proceeded to Riley’s on the run. Dashing in he ordered Frank to throw up his hands, and the response was a bullet from Frank’s .44, Letting gc both barrels of his shotgun, Bardsley brought the desperado to the floor, so full of shot holes that he couldn’t hold either air or water. Frank was not killed, however, and ’in course of time recovered, under the kind attention which he received in till county jail. Presently it was observed that the Texas man was walking around town without a guard, and a little later the people were astonished to find him serving legal papers and making arrests. Bardsley was ap proached by a newspaper man at thi: time, when the following colloquy took place: “Is Texas Frank your deputy?” que ried thereporter. ~ “Yep!” was the sententious response of Bardsley. “How does that come?” was the next inquiry. . “Well. you see,” said Bardsley “most sheriffs appoint their" deputies but I like to shoot mine.”—Kansas City Journal. . A Pointed Question. A joke just now going the rounds of the press should be read every morn- ing by the man who is perpetuallg-r 'zalking about himself. “And there I i'tood, Aunt Susan,” said Miss Porter's ling-winded nephew, who had been ironing on about his summer in Swit- i‘erland for Some hours since the old ndv’s eyes had begun to droop, “and shore I stood, Aunt Susan, with the abyss yawning in front of me." “Wil- .iam,” said Aunt ‘Susan, speaking as one who has long kept silence, “was that abyss a-yawn'mg before you got there, or did it begin afterward?” Tné’s‘v'lfnow of the Navy. . The United States Navy now pos— sesses the fastest torpedo boat in the world. She has been christened with the glorious name of Farragut. Thirty knots an hour is the speed which this wonderful little craft reached on one trip on the Poto- mac. This is equal to over thirty-four miles an hour. 1' he could maintain such a speed a. :" he Atlantic she. would make the ti in less than four days, thereby leaving the fastest liner ‘days behind—New Lark Journal. MILITARY TRAINING. A Patriotic Spirit Fostered by its Use in the Public Schools. There are many good people who op- pose military training in the public schools for the reason that, to them, it suggests war, and they fear that it- will promote a. military spirit among the boys. It would be equally benefi- cial to the girls, but there is not the same fear in their case. It should be remembered, however, that if such a. sentiment were unduly fostered—of which, with all the couteracting influ- ences in this country, there it little danger— it would be suppressed, for the simple reason that there is no way to exploit it. The embryo soldier can no more go into the army than they can go West and fight the Indians; There is no army for them to go into. A few of them can join the State mil- itia, but only a few, for that organiza- tion is limited in numbers, and its ranks will be filled whether the schools tgagh‘ military discipline or, not. On the other hand, the good effects ofrthe drill in promoting physical stamina, mental training and honorable ambi< tions are great and manifest. ' It would be well worth introducing if only for itsvalue in counteracting the bad effects of unnatural positions, poor light and imperfect ventilation in the schoolrooms. I Poison that llfakes "You Laugh. The strangest poison in the world is that used by the Indians of British Columbia. This poison, which is used on all their weapons in war-time, has puzzled medicalexperts for years, and no man has yet found an antidote for it. Unlike other poisons, this deadly concoction plays strange freaks with its victims. A person inoculated with it is first seized with a longing to laugh, and afterwards has a fit of mel- ancholy. When these stages have passed, the victim falls into a light sleep, during which pains begin to rack his body, and he dies after hours of torture. I I The poison is concocted from a num- iter of unknown herbs and barks, the secret of which is carefully guarded ly the Indians. . “ nfowing to Illusic." ' An organ-blower of a-very eccentric disposition always demanded from the organist a copy of the music he was about to play, as he professed to be a man who understood the science of “blowing to music.” ' . A strange organist was playing one day, and he refused to procure an- other copy for the blower. ' To the great annoyance of the player, the wind was anything but regular, and after the service he went behind the scenes to expostulate with "the eccentric one, who cooly asked him what piece he had been playing! The a"; r was: ’ "Chopin’s ‘Fugue in A.’ ” “Oh!” responded the blower, “that makes all the difference; for I have. been blowing to ‘Tallis in G.’ ” F THE. ORIGINAL . ’ Always the Same
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