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Cleaning, Repairing and Dyeing. , ‘ Lilli HOUSE GREGORY’S AOINT. ENOW OPEN FOR THE SEASBN UFElSQl. anon: amazes, ‘ “RHODE ISLAND GLAili tAKE, BATHlNii, BOATING, Hsmra i Electric cars to Hotel, every twenty minutes. N E.O’SUI..LIVAN, ;' i l 3 Manager. LITE-Ti (a BALSAM / / 25C. ' . Ask Your Druggist' \___’ HOME. Don’t go out of town to have your Awnings made when you can get them. right here at home just as cheap. If you want 'a canopy for a party or a wed- ding, I will supply it at two hours’ notice. ’I A letter or postal card will receive prompt at. tention. P. E.” CALLAHAN, Awning Maker, , 63.6ross St., Norwalk. BEHIND THECOUN’I‘ER BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. “It must be a music box that plays at least seven tunes,” said Mrs. Wrang- ley, “and one of them must be ‘Annie Laurie;’ and I can’t possibly afford to give more than seventy dollars.” “I’ll speak to Mr. Malcolm, the pro- prietor,” said Miss Elson, the girl he- hind the counter, a little bewildered by the loud voice and the overwhelming presence of the stout lady in the seal- skin coat and the flashing diamond ear. drops, who stood Opposite her. “But I’m in a hurry” said Mrs. VVrangley, imperiously. “Can’t you Show me some music boxes? It seems to me that you must all be very stupid here.” . “I’ll speak to Mr. Malcolm. ma’am,” said Ella, Elson. who was accustomed, mutely, to receive and endure inso-' lence as is the “Aunt Sally” of lawn games to be buffeted and maltreated. And Mr. Malcolm came, all smiles, ’to minister to the whims Of the rich customer, whose carriage flashed back the sunshine at the door. “Ma, ain’t she pretty?” whispered Miss Amandina Wrangley, an over- grown girl Of fourteen, leaning her el- bows on the show case. “I say, ma, won’t you buy me something new? Won’t you, ma?_ What’s this? A ca. nary! I didn’t know they kept birds here.” “It is an automaton,” smiled Mr. Malcolm, who had just reached down an ebony music box, inlaid with glis- tening moth-er-of—pearl ornament. “Miss Elson, Wind up that bird. Let Miss Wrangley hear. Yes, ma’am,” to the elderly lady, “this instrument has ‘Annie Laurie’ in its repertoire, also.” Miss Ella Elscfn wound up the artifi- cial songsterr, set it where Miss Aman- dina could feast her ears and eyes on its beauty, and then turned to show backgammon boards to a new cus- tomer. In a second—or, at least, so it would seem—there was a crash! The bird cage was overturned, the brilliant plumed songster crushed, and the solid sheet of glass that formed the top of the show case splintered into a score of broken fragments. Mr. Malcolm’s hair bristled with sur- prise and indignation, as he turned to view the general ruin. “Miss Elson!” he exclaimed, wrath— fully, “how did this happen?” “I am sure, sir, I do not know,” said poor Ella, who was as much fright- ened as if the ceiling had fallen. “I was showing this gentleman a back gammon board—” “Do not attempt to cover your faults by falsehood,” sternly spoke the pro-_ prietor. “It could only have been your carelessness l” While Miss Amandina Wrangley, the actual culprit, stood staring at the overthrow, and lacked the moral cour- age to confess her own guilt. “Ma. would be so cross if she had to pay for the artificial bird,” said Miss Amandina to herself. “And maybe she won’t buy me the music box, and, any- how, I dare say, the shop—girl won’t mind a little scolding.” “If you did not do it, Miss Elson,” said Mr. Malcolm, majestically, “who did?” “I don’t know, sir,” Ella answered, with varying color, “but it was not I.” “Don’t contradict me,” said the pro- prietor. “I must speak the truth,” said Ella, pleadingly. “You ask me, and ” “That will do,” said Mr. Malcolm, waving his hand. “I am not accus- tomed to handy words with my em- ployees. GO to Miss Mason” She will settle with you to date. I shall not re- quire your services any longer.” Miss Elson turned and obeyed. al- though a blur seemed to come before her eyes and a deadly weight Op- pressed thc beating of her heart. “\"ery proper,” said Mrs. ‘x“'.'i':1ngioy, approvingly. “The. young woman needs discipline. She seems both ob- stinate and stupid.” W'hile Amandina, clinging close tc her mother‘s side, still maintained a resolute silence. ‘ sas=z<ak,**=l=** The late afternoon sunshine was just fading out of the little room under the roof of a ruinous old building near thc docks, where Mrs. Elson sat at work for a dealer in artificial flowers, and was making jacqueminot roses for a large order from a Bowery milliner. She was a pale little woman,- who spent her life in a rolling-rhair—she had long ago lost the use of her limbs —and on the floor beside her sat a child", Of eight years playing with the damaged bits of red silk discarded by her mother’s quick fingers. She looked up with an‘exclamaiion as the door opened. , “Mamma,” she cried, “it’s Ella!" “Ellal’” exclaimed Mrs. Elson “Home at this time of day? My dear est, what has happened?” “I 'am discharged, mammal” said Ella, endeavoring to speak firmly. “l have lost my situation!” ' And then, flinging herself on the floor'at her mother’s side, she buried her face in the poor cripple’s lap and burst out crying. While all this was transpiring, some thing more similar still had. taken place at the store where the automa- ton bird had sung its last cantata, and the music box that played “Annie Lau- rie” was being carefully packed up Mrs. Wrangley was just turning to the door, when a stout gentleman, who had been sitting on a red velvet stool near the entrance, rose up—a ponder-nus in dividual, with fur linings to his coat collar, and a red silk pocket handker chief tied around his neck. "‘Aha!” said the stout man, with a nod. . ' ‘ “Why, it’s Uncle Bob!” said Aman- _. dina. ‘- “Qh, my brother!” saiers. Wrang' Hey. “Why, Robert, when did you come in?” “Ive been here some time,” said Mr. Robert Rudford; “I’ve been waiting for you to get through and recognize me. Upon my word, Serena, you’re a capital hand at driving a bargain. I couldn’t have bought that music-box to. better advantage. Why, the shopman didn’t have the shadow of a chance.” Mrs. Wrangley bit her lip, but she smiled. Uncle Rudford was a person Of‘too much importance not to be al- lowed to have his own way, even in the matter of making disagreeable re- marks. “But it wasn’t quite the fair thing of you, niece Amand‘ina,” went on this terrible old gentleman, “to let that poor shop girl lose her place for your clumsiness in tipping that automaton bird over, and breaking the cover of the showcase. Was it now? Answer me honestly!" Amandina Wrangley hung down her head. , “that!” cried Mrs. 'Wrangley. “I saw it all,” said the old gentle. man; “I know Malcolm. ‘I’ve lent him money to carry on this very business, and I shall speak to him. Don’t look so frightened, niece. Ama'ndina. You’re not going to be arrested. Only let it be a lesson to you through life, that you can't do a mean action without its being found out. Is this your car- riage, Serena? Let me help you in.” And the next half-hour téte-a-téte with her mother was not a particularly pleasant one for Miss Amandiua lVranglcy. . . “Just as your. uncle was beginning to be a little fond Of you, too!” said the indignant matron; “and now he's thor- oughly disenchanted; A-mandiua, I couldn’t believe this of you.” “But, ma,” whispered Amandiua, “you didn’t tell the storekeeper one day when you knocked the cut-glass cologne bottle Off the counter and broke it. You said it was his business to look after his own goods. You told me—n “Will you hold your tongue, miss?” said Mrs. Wrangley, with acerbity. “It’s strange how little judgment girls have?’ . _ ' After due reflection she went to Mal- colm's the next day to inquire how much damage she was liable for in the matter of her daughter’s carelessness, but was told that Mr. Rudford had set- tled all that. “Dear, dear,” said Mrs. Wrangley, “things are getting worse and worse. Your Uncle Robert is just enough of a modern Don Quixote to go chasing around town and hunt up the pert shop-miss and restore her to her place, Men are such fools where there is a pretty girl concerned.” “I don‘t think she’s pretty a bit,” said Amandina, sulie‘nly. ‘ “Be quiet, Amandin-a!” said her mother, sharply. “You’ve done quite enough mischief already.” Mrs. ‘Wrangley proved a true proph- et. Uncle Bob, who had no particular business of his own to mind, had an especial penchant for the minding of other people’s affairs. He obtained Mrs. Elson’s address fro-m Mr. Mal- colm, and went straight to the old house on the docks, where a dealer in marine stores occupied the ground floor, a family of Polish refugees worked in ivory on the second, and the top sheltered Mrs. Elson and her two daughters. “2ny girl,” he said to Ella, who sat disconsolately by the window, trying to mend little Mary’s frock, “it’s all right. You're to go back to Malcolm’s tomorrow, just as if nothing at all had happened. It was my niece, Amandi- na. who broke the bird and smashed thc showcase. Good gracious me!" looking around him—“you don’t mean to say that you live in this little hole under the roof?" > And Mr. Iiudt'ord stared around him, and drew a brodigiously long breath. “life are very glad. sir. to have so good a home as this," said Mrs. Bison. mockiy. "Rents are high and " "Yes, yes.‘ said Mr. Itudford. "I know. Dear. dear me; how unequally hiugs are divided in this world! Now, I‘ve got a nice littie place in Harlem, on the line Of the elevated-road—a cot— tage with a bit of garden, and an ap- ple tree. I’d be glad to get some re- sponsible party to occupy it, just for the winter, to see that it don‘t go to wreck and ruin. I shan’t expect any rentwonly a little reasonable over- sight. Come, what; do you say?” "\Vc shall beso grateful,” was all that Mrs. Elson *could‘ answer. But her eyes were most eloquent. Ella went back'to the store next day. Mr. Malcolm, who knew what Mr. Rob. ert Rudford’s favor was worth, made a meek apology to Miss Elson, and hoped that she would overlook any tri- fling asperity with which he might ave spoken in the vexation of the moment. And all was serene once more. x: a o t o a t t t t i “What!” Mrs. W'rangley cried. brother has established those upstarts. rent free, in his Harlem cottage! Now I can read it all, from beginning to end. He‘ll marry that shop girl as sure as fate.” ,, > But he did not. Mrs. Wrangley was mistaken for once. “What do I want of a chit of a girl young enough to be my daughter?" said Mr. Rudford. And he married the pretty, dove—eyed little cripple instead. ' An if you ever saw a tender-hen rted child playing with 'a Dresden china doll, you can form some idea of the loving care wl.I.ereWith he protected his fragile little wife from life's cares and ills. ' ' “Sister Serena doesn’t like it,” said he. "Very well. I don’t marry to please sister Serena, but to please my- self." 9 ' Which was sound philosophy, after. all. ‘ ‘ . URI)? ' J SAFQWEDLA LOCKOUT MOUNTAIN MEMORIAL. The Largest or the Southern Battlefield Monuments. A million dollars" has been spent in battlefield monuments during the past few years, and New York has spent nearly a quarter of the total amount. The largest monument yet proposed for the famous Southern battlefield, is to be placed on Lookout Mountain, which overlooks Chattanooga. , The monument is 61 feet high, and is surmounted by a 12-foot bronze figure of a. color bearer, executed by Caspar Bubere. The main column is of New England granite. LOCKOUT MEMORIAL MONUMENT. This monument is intended as a me- morial to the brave soldiers in Gen- eral Greene’s brigade of five regiments. General Greene, who is the oldest liv- ing graduate of W'est Point, is now spending his declining years at the home Of his son, Colonel Francis Vin- ton‘Greene, in New York. Bronze tablets on the base of the monument will recite the deeds of valor of the five New York regiments. They were the Sixth, under command of Colonel Abel Godard; Seventy- eight, Lieutenant Colonel Herbert von Hammerstein; 102d, Colonel James C. Lane; 137th, Captain Milo B. Eldredge, and 149th, Colonel Henry A. Barnum.. A NEW NEW ENGLAND. The Trolley, Car and the Bicycle are Merg- ing Farm and Town. The trolley roads, says Alvin F. Sam born in the July Atlantic, are rapidly covering Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut with a network that is slowly and surely redistributing the population; it seems almost inevitable that a great part of the present rural area of these three States will uitl- mately be included in the suburbs of their numerous and widely scattered industrial centres and of their dozen or more larger cities. When this con- dition arrives, if it does arrive, rural life will have become suburban, and farming, aside from market-gardening, will have practically disappeared. The bicycle and good roads are exerting a min-or but considerable influence in the same direction. Equally important is the fact that large areas in all sections Of New England are in process of transforma- tion from farms to sites of country— seats. Residents of the cities are com- ing more and more to make their real homes in the country. They are building their country houses with more comfort and more solidly, and are living in them a much larger part of the year than formerly. The coun— try so u extends already from the 13.37 to ti .9 first of November, and is siill lengthening. Improved railway and steamboat transportation, the u‘mitzplication of large fortunes, greater leisure, above all a growing appreciation of the spots and resources of country life, have contributed to this result. It looks very much as if our urban society were attaching itself primarily to the land—living on the land, and leaving it for the city only in the festive season. VVhetlzer this tendency will produce again a landed aristocracy instead of an aristocracy Of other forms of wealth, who can say? One thing only is surc,—it would pro- ClLCG thereby a new New England. Mrs. Kniver—“For mercy’s sake, Mary, what are the children quarrel— ng about?” Mary—"It’s only in fun, mem; they be playing they’re married.”——Bost0n '. ranscript. ...... a“ L. . 'l‘ry Ivorine for washing dishes. “rm: .1. aswutmms co., GLAsroueunv. 06qu Makers of Williams Famous Shaving Soaps. See how quickly it dissolves. in the water—how it removes every particle of greasy matter—f; . 2 how bright it makes the plates and glass-how much time it. saves every day. ‘ .. _.. _._.-. - Write for catalogue of choice premiums. ARMY WORM MEETS DISASTER; a Ukiah Valley Indians Acted While the Men of Science Wore Debating. The Ukiah Valley, Cal., has been suf. fering from a raid of army worms, which in solid phalanx crawled through fields and groves and vineyards and left devastation behind. Entomolo‘ gists came to study the character and. habits of the pest, and looked atone another and wondered what could be done to stop the destruction. ’ The Indians at the reservation here heard that the army worms had come, and forthwith let no grass grow under their feet. They did not know as much as entomologists, but in executive abil. ity regarding army worms the whole lot of learned bug hunters could not equal one m'ahala. There was great excitement at the rancheri-a over the news, and old and young, bucks and mahalas, pappooses and dogs, gathered up blankets and baskets and started for the field of battle. The worms travel in an almost solid body, and with a fairly straight front. The ma- halas, several dozens of them, squatted in front of the advancing army, and let the worms crawl over them. When one was well covered—hair, face, cloth- ing and all—with the wriggling crea- tures, she got up very carefully, try- ing not to drop a single one, spread out a blanket, and gave herself a good shaking over it. When she hall shaken the worms all off she quickly and very skillfully transferred them into a has- ket, which she covered tightly, and then squatted down again in front of the creeping host. The process re- quired but a few minutes, and the wo- men were constantly jumping up and shaking themselves and down again. ‘ In the meantime the bucks, with true Indian dignity, stood around and bossed thingS, occasion-ally scooping up a handful of worms and eating them, au naturel. The children ran about in unchecked glee, stuffing themselves with raw worms and poking the pests by handfuls into the baskets. It was a regular picnic for the whole village, even the dogs sharing in the general excitement and delight, for the Indian dogs are as fond of a worm'feast as are the Indians themselves, and the beasts ranged about and dashed into the thick of the traveling army, and even stopped barking at one another to devour worms. These dogs will leave a breakfast of beefsteak at any time to gormandize on worms. And so will their masters. Exceptiug a plague of grasshoppers, a pest of army worms is about the greatest blessing that can befall the Indians of this valley, who are mainly Of the Sahel and ’l'okia tribes, and be- long in general classification to the Diggers. They kept at their work all day, until thcy had filled every basket, pan and pull in the rancheria. They captured millions upon millions of the things, and where there had been an army of worms they left only a few scattered detachments. The squaws fastened their prizes tightly into the receptacles and left them there to die. "hen the worms were ground up in stone mortars and dried. \Vhat else is done to them no white man knows. The exact process of preparing the del- icacy is guarded as sacrcdly us :1 Ma- son's oath, and none but the Old maha- las is allowed to touch the worms af-. ter they are ground, or to be initiated into thesecret Of the process. For, al- though the Indians are ravenously fond of this diet of worms, it has a relig- ious significance, and is supposed to have a medical value that the whites. know nothing about—New York Sun. squatting '. l soluble, this young lady’s life will be a I twelve. ‘ on board to speak to me, MARCELLE BERENGER. The Most Famous Model of Paris Refuses to Pose for Any but. Americana. Marcelle Berenger, the most beauti- ful model in Paris, has caused a flut- ter in the ateliers of the French cap-i- tal by declaring her intention of pos- ing in the future for none but Ameri- can artists. She ju-stifies the stand she has taken in a. way that is far from flattering to her countrymen. “They tire me, these French students,” she says, with a charming shrug and a smile. “They are coarse and vulgar compared with the American, and so inconsiderate. . They think of them. ! selves only,._a:nd never of the mode-l, and that surely is not quite fair.” \ Marcelle Jeanne d’Arc, as the stu- dents familiarly call her, though fa- mous for her youth, beauty and per- sonal charm, is quite uaiispo-iled'. In appearance she is a slight, ‘brown haired, blue eyed slip of a girl, .with a faultless figure. Perhaps the chief charm of her face lies in its puzzling contrasts, in the dimples that come and go with 7every breath; in the eyes that . never, even in her gayest moments, lose a certain look of appealing sor- row. To quote a famous critic, “she possesses the eyes of a Mater Doloro so and the lips of a Bacchante. She is a beautiful Sphinx.” Marcelle Jeanne (l’Arc lives quietly in a French family, declines all invita— tions, is never seen at a boulevard cafe, and, in short, when away from the studios spends her time as deco— rously as the most guarded daughter in France. To those who look askance on the woman who poses at all and hold in horror the model who sits for the en- wholsolne lesson. _ Thrown on her own resources lift her father‘s death, she has supported her- self sirce she was eleven-years of age ——first 1.1 her native town, St. Jouin, near Havrc; afterward in Paris. On her mother‘s side of the house she is of noble family, and one of hen: uncles, hearing of the girl‘s wonderful beauty, asked her to visit him at his chateau, in the South of France. When her stay was over he offered her a sum of money large enough to cover her traveling and incidental expenses. "But I told him no,” Marcelle says, proudly, in repeating the story. “‘He had refused to help me when a little money might have meant 'an education and a different life for me. Let him keep it now; it is too late.” ‘ . And the story is typical of the girl’s pride and self-respect. She is without doubt an anomaly—a model who is morally and physically beyond re- proach—«a female Bayard whether in or out of petticonts.—Ne w York Herald. Thirteen a Lucky Number. It is worth while recording that the crew of the Fram consisted of thirteen men. At the last moment Nansen added Bentzen to the original crew of “It was 8:30 when he came and at 10 o'clock the Fram set sail.” These thir- tccn men, after an absence of three V years, all returned safely to their homes in perfect health. Some curious coincidences are recorded with respect to this fatefulnumbcr.’ "I inspected 'Kirk’s’ pups in the afternoon. There were thirteen, a curious coincidence—— thirteen pups on'December 13, 1893, for thirteen men.” Further, Nansen arrived at Vardd in Norway on 13 Au‘ gust, 1896, and on the self-same day the From emerged from’ her long drift on the ice into the open sea—Notes and Queries. . .ITHE ORIGINAL Stampe.. n Bass” lways the woovooooowmowowoem -. -:- :2 .. -. . . .. lights the way and stays lighted. .All br nickel-plated—no tin; outside Oil-filler; cotton packed oil fount; double convex ground‘photo- .. lens; burns kerosene, throws a light 80 it. and ' ‘ weighs but 12 ounces. Three years a leader, improvements now added. AbsOIutely the g handsomest and best bicycle lamp ever made. Sold by all leading dealers. THE PLACEE: TERRY MFG. CO» . *~ 247 Centre Street, New York. :- new, cheaper lamp and a... yearsrf ; °.°¢“ " ‘.".‘ - ' i . .
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