o", ’1 :1 m up 11‘ 1h «It You are thirsty—the heal: and dust parches your throat—makes you weary—ordinary drinks don’t touch the spot—your stomach de- mands a pure and healthful drink in summer, something to coun- teract the heat effect. Williams’ Root Beer combines healthful qualities with a peculiar, rich, de- licious flavor, giving solid enjoy- ment with every thirst quenching. It costs but a trifle to buy the extract and make IVILLIAAgIS & CARLETON CO., PROPS- ARTFORD, CONN. ABBOTT’S . -s 1131 11mm! torn Paint cures corms. BUNIONS and wAnts spasm“ and wnnour PAIN. FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS. LIPPMAN BROTHERS, Prop’rs, Lippman’s Block, SAVANNAH, GA. .mm 101101110131 ——-—— NOW OPEN POR_ THE SEASON IIPJ897. LLLLL SIIIIIIE DIIIIIEIIST— IIIIOIIE ISLAIIIIZIILAM CAKE, BATIIIIE, BOATING, 'FISIIIIIE. Electric cars to Hotel, every twenty minutes. JOHN E. O’SULLIVAN, 1. . . Manager. HALE LUIKG; .BALSAM 251:. ‘3 Ask Your Druggist IT IIIIIE. '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. A letter or postal card will receive prompt at. tention. P, E. CALLAHAN, Awning “Maker, 53 Cross St.. Norwalk. r" 1 a that cough : or throat .............3 E2233}: fours lugn s. 3 we 110111101111 does ' 3m that mean? TADR _ E - Hale'sl-loney of Horehound and Tar itifdfd‘tt‘iiiit' 1533;1’.3L°.“..§’:é‘12§ . E acough. old by druggists.' i I Pike 's'l‘oozhachc Drops cure in one minute. 1 WAITING}- Sere‘nc ‘1 fold my hands and wait. ii 11' care for wind. nor tide, 1101- sea: . 1 rave no more ’gainst time or fate, IJ'ul', lol my own shall come to me- I stay my haste. I make delays, For what avails this eager pace; 1 stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep. awake, by night or day The f11ends l seek are seeking me; No wind can d11ve my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone ? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown. And garner up its fruit of tears. The wateis know their own, and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the source of pure delights. The stars come nightly to 1:1. e sky, The Tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, not deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me. —John Burroughs. MONTH. “You can’t do it, Mab; you can’t hire a furnished house only for a month. It would be a chance in a hundre .” “I can try, and 1am going to, Ethel. To stay stifling in this lonesome boarding house all the vacation is unbearable, and country board wouldn’ t be better, cooped up in attic chambers with the scent of fried doughnuts in all the closets. People who have pleasant country-places do leave them some- times in the summer, for the lakes and the mountains; and the use of such a house ywould be a godsend to us.” “Yes, dear. Well, what do you pro- pose to do?” “Go down and see the house agents.” “1’ ll go with you.’ These two young ladies were charm- ing sisters of about twenty—school- teachers in the city. They had no home but the large boarding house where they had dwelt for the last year, and this was cheerless enough when deserted by the nicest people who had hied away to green fields and pas- tures new at the first breath of sultry air. Ethel was a pretty blonde—Mab, a bright brunette; beauty was shaded by overworkufl‘hey needed rest and escape from the mo- notonous round of school teaching. The house agents listened and shook their head-s. “We have no furnished houses to let for so short a time as for a month. For two months now, or for the season—” “We have only a month’s vacation, and would need it only for that time,” said Mab. “Can give you no encouragement, positively. Sorry! Would be glad to accommodate you, ladies. And you might leave your address, and if any opening occurs we will let you know.” “I told you so,” said Ethel. Sothey. turned away. A handsome, buxom lady, richly dressed, passed in as they came out. “Here’s the key to the Pansies,” she said. “I shan’t need it for a month. I am going to the seashore, where it is livelier.” . “But you hired the cottage for the season, Mrs. Willoughby." “Well, all you havé to do is to let it for me. I am responsible for the rent, of course, in any event. I prefer to have it let. There is the garden, horse and phaeton, poultry and cow. Somebody may as well have the good of them.” “Is-the place quite vacant?” “No. My boy Pixie is there " “Fortunately we have a chance to let it at once for you, Mrs. Willough- by,” said one of the agents, seizmg his hat and hurrying after Mab and Ethel. “Well, we have got the hundredth chance, sure enough, Mab. ” “Isn’t it a gem of a place, Ethel? And the strawberries and the flowers! ” “And the charming rooms!” “And the pony phaeton!” “And the Jersey cow that gives real cream! Fresh eggs every day, too. That boy, Pixie, seemed glad to see us. I expect he was lonesome.” “Everything is just delightful!" The girls may well have congratul- lated themselves. The Pansies had every comfort and convenience. for country life, but Helen Willoughby, being especially fond of society, and her brother being absent on a‘ yachting trip for a month, had tired of its quiet and seclusion. But the retirement was just what Ma-b and Ethel needed and desired. The pure, balmy air gave them re- freshingrsleep and good appetites. With their own fair hands ,they cooked the d-ain’tiest meals, trimmed the room with flowers, lunched off strawberries and cream, drove about the green country roads in the luxur- ious phaeton, or played and sang in the cool parlors—for there was a piano and plenty of music at their disposal. So happy and contented were the-y that they could think of the ' month ending only with. a groan. They put the unwelcome thought aside and enjoyed the present. They had no neighbors and they didn’t want any. They wore cool wrappers ' all day, read in the hammocks, braided their hair down their backs, and lin— gered for two mortal hours at their m-.eals But in these days of liberty and tabandon came the long rain-storm. The rain came down in sheets—tor- rents. It was a deluge. The girls watched it from chamber window. From a direction beyond their range two sturdy pedestrians, protected by a single umbrella, marched arm-in- arm through the merciless fall of w;- ter. their but just now their. .. “Very stupid of me,” Alan; thought we could make the six miles, and get to my sister’ 5‘ house before the rain fairly set in. But here we are, blowing our way through the water like a couple of porpoises. If you hadn’t been sick—I’m afraid you’ll 'get your death.” “Never mind, Lance. I’ m dry as yet. I see a, glimpse of white among the trees. Is that the house?” “Yes, that’s the cottage. Helen is a master hand at a hot negus. You’ll be all right in a minute, my boy.” “You’re browned up so by your sea trip, Lance, I don’t believe your sis- ter’ll know you.” “Salt water agrees with me better than fresh—that’s a fact.” By the time they had reached the Pansies, the rain storm had increased to such violence that Mr. Laurence Leighton burst open the door without much ceremony, and hurriedly reliev- ‘the virgin gold from the hills and shoes and dripping coats in the hall, where they proceeded to the parlor, where the open piano, fioWers and books about gave) the apartment the air to which Mrs. Wil-loughby’ s broth- er was accus-tOmed. . “Helen is somewhere about,» Alan. I’ll find her in a minute.” Meanwhile the girls had heard the sounds of intrusion with unspeakable dismay. 1 “Robbers!” breathed Mab. i “Lunatics!” whispered Ethel. Ethel looked as if she was going to faint. -Mab’s black eyes flashed. She picked up a parasol andrmarched down stairs. Ethel, catching the spirit of resistance, caught up a poker and fol- lowed. , Lance, who was about leaving the parlor in search of his sister, retreat- ed in dismay before the appearance of these fair but very eccentric—looking strangers. “Sirs!” cried Mab, “What does this mean? What are you here for?” “Madam ——7 ladies —” stammer-ed Lance, looking at the parasol and poker. “A mistake,” murmured Alan West- ford. “What mistake?” demanded Mab. “This is our house. By what right are you here?” “Pardon, but I left my sister Mrs. Helen Willoughby—” “She vacated the premises more than a fortnight ago.” “Then pray excuse me! I am in- truding. .;,I am Mr. Laurence Leigh- ton; this is my friend, Mr. Westford, in whose yacht I have lately taken a, sea-trip. We landed only this morn- ing, and have had no late news of my sister’s movements. I supposed she was here. We have just walked fro-m Harborside, overtaken by the storm, and Mr. Westford has hardly yet re— covered from an attack of pleurisy‘: but we will go to the village—to the hotel—at once, of course.” Mab’s black eyes looked into Alan Westford’s blue ones; and Ethel’s blue eyes looked into Laurence’s black ones. There was a pause. “If Mr. Westford is sick—” said Mab, dropping her parasol. “Of course he can’t go out into the rain,” said Ethel, putting away her. poker. “No, and I hope you will us,” said M-ab. “And stay to supper. inhospitable,” said Ethel. “AndPixie shall drive you over to the hotel in the phaeton this evening, ” concluded Mab. The supper, was very 'nice.' The young ladies wore their most becom- ing dresses and put up their long pardon We are not braids. Alan thought that Mab was the prettier; Laurence thought Ethel was. The gentlemen spent the most de- lightful evening of their lives at the Pansies, and found their way back there, by invitation, the next day. Quickly two engagements followed. These young people evidently counted time by heart beats. When, in the following spring, Laurence'and Ethel were married, they purchased the Pansies as their summer home; while Alan and Mab took their wedding trip in the former’s beautiful yacht. CHEATING GAS METERS. The New Automatic. Kind Very Popular on New York’s East Side. The automatic gas meters which were placed on the east side by the Consolidated Gas Company are not doing their work satisfactorily. The machines are so constructed that when a 25-cent piece is dropped in the slot a valve is opened which allows 208 1-3 feet of gas to be used before it closes again. Several thousands of these meters were placed in the tenements of the east side. At 11rst everything went all right, but soon-“the company’s agent noticed that although a great deal of gas was being used few coins were being dropped in the slot. An investigationdisclosed the system by ”Which qthe gas company was being cheated. The quarter used was attached to a “string and lowered into the slot. There it was worked up and down until the valve had been opened four or five times, when it was allowed to drop. By this means more than 1,000 feet of gas was obtained for 25 cents. ~ To meet this trick the company placed a small knife in the machine in such a a way as to cut the string. This, how— ever, was soon. got around by the use of wire instead of cord. The east side, in a blaze of lights. now awaits the next move on the p..r: of the gas company.—New York Sun. The High Hat of England. In London: silk hats are worn in the afternoon by all sorts of men with al.- sorts of suits. It is the1e201e not :1 311‘- prising to learn that 12, 00’), 000 of 1172:" are made annually in the United 11.11 - . dom. Tbut. I THEE v‘ENiNG GAZETTE ONYX IN . KENTUCKY. ’ , Err-g . ' . - r VALUABLE BEDS OF THISIS'.’ c315 DIS- COVERED—AN UNUSUAL FIND. The Field Covers an Area of from 20 to 2.1 Miles in Length and 12 to 15 in \Vldth, and is the Richest Ever Known—Worth llllllions of Dollars. It has been dis covered that there are in the State of Kentucky the richest and most extensive beds of onyx ever known to exist. Their value is bil- lions ofdollars As soon as the work ing thereof is begun thousands of pen sons will be given employment. An idea of the richness of these beds may be gained from the fact that in one tract alone 300,000 cubic feet of onyx that is unsurpassed in texture is visible. The color of the stone varies greatly and in shades hitherto un- known. The average value of onyx ranges from $3 to $15 a cubic foot, and as this onyx is of the superlative de- gree a child can see its immense value. Up to the present time onyx beds have been known to exist in Arizona, «Arkansas and Virginia. In Arizona, where the richest beds are, located, they were a considerable distance from the railroad, making the securing of the onyx an expensive matter. The Ken- tucky beds are easily accessible, and it is an actual fact that it Will be possi- ble to land the onyx in New York City for a sum less per cubic foot than the duty on onyx is today. Wondrous tales of, what the onyx beds in Old Mexico formerly yielded have been told. ' It was calculated that from the Pe- drara quarry, in Mexico, which cover- ed three or four acres of ground, more than fifty million dollars’ worth of onyx had been taken previous to 1892, when the beds were exhausted. The onyx exported from Mexico is come paratively small in amount and the duty is so great that it makes it ex- ceedingly high priced. It may easily be seen that the prospects of the Ken- tucky beds are marvellous. The onyx fields of Kentucky lie about eighty miles south of Louisville. It miles in length, and from twelve to fif- teen miles in width. This great field, practically un- known as yet, is certainly a most im- portant one. It covers a most extend- ed area and contains a large'number of most promising deposits. That the stone is in vast quantities is without question. It may be quarried in blocks as large as can possibly be handled, and from those slabs, blocks or col- umns may be made as large as may be desired for any purpose. The colors of the stone are varied, intense and unique. In texture it is fine, firm and compact. No clay con- cretions occur'in it, and it is remarkaé bly fine from the small interstices in- cident to imperfect cryctallization called “sand-holes," so common in fine marbles and other crystalline rocks—- St. Louis Star. YANKEE THRIFT AGAIN. How a Maine Farmer Managed to Please All Hands. I heard a story the other day, says a writer in the Washington Post, from Kennebunkport, that remote Maine village, which Assistant Post- master Geneiial Heath declares is the only summer: resort in New England worth while. A certain man up there bought an old farm, and having re- moved the grave stones from the an- cient burying grounds on. it, proceed- ed to plow up the spot with the inten- tion of making small potatoes of the ancestors of some of Maine’s first fam- ilies The first families protested against the desecration, and demanded that the stones be restored. The new owner was obligin-g, but he was—well, he was a Maine Yankee, and he didn’t mean to give up his potato field, so he set the stones up as a. sort of fence about his field. They made a very good fence, the first families were sat- isfied, and the potato crop was one of the largest in thestalte. A Good Boat. An old darky who runs the little fer- ry across a New England river affords much entertainment to passengers by his quaint remarks. Not long ago a farmer, who had driven on to the ferry with a heavy load of summer boarders, said, “Uncle Rufe, s’posin’ your pulley contrivance should give out, where do you cal’late we’d go?” < “Stay right in de boat,” returned the ferryman.‘ “Yes, but the boat might be in heav- er. “Huh! When d’you ever hear ob a. boat gwine to heaben?” inquired Uncle Rufe. the farmer. For a moment the old darky looked perplexed. Then he rallied, and smiled broadly on his persistent fare. “Why, anybody’d take you for an ignorant pusson if you talk like dat,” he said; “dat boat wa’nt made ob wood, it war made ob faith, ' and it ain’ got anything to do wid de ques‘ tion, no, sah!” ASoft Snap. “I must have been a fool when I married,” said little Tompkyns, glaring fiercely at his wife. “Certainly, my dear,” ‘said- Mrs. Tompkyns, sweetly. ' “It couldn’t come on so badly all in two years, could it. 9” ~Exchange. , The Sunday- -school class was sing- ing, “I want to be an angel.” .1) f7” asked the teacher. is from twenty to twenty-five . en before you knew it,” said the farm- 4 “How about the ship of Zion?” asked €33. Sold by dmggi’sfs jbr 5031mm. Tastes Good—e 50c. and $1 Tan-amt 1: Con Chemists. New York fifififiiifiifiififiéfiéfiifiifiifiififiifiifiififififiifi Does GOod. A good remedy is ‘doubly good when it is good to take. The ideal remedy for headache, indi- gestion, biliousness and consti- pation is . , Tarrant’s Seltzer llperient. A grateful. efferveSCent draught, pleasing alike to old and young and mild and certain In its action a a» as a it a a a as a as» a as HE WANT ED TO START RIGHT. A1111 \Vas Determined to Follow the In. ' structions Given Himaby His Wife. On one of the South Halsted street .I cars when it left the neighborhood of the Stock yards, the other evening, was i by a flOOd‘ A gentleman hurried on a. man with a brand new valise that I had spashes of mud on it and gave; other evidence of having just arrived in Chicago. ~ When the conductor stopped to take his fare he pulled out a roll of bills. The conductor extracted a nickel from a. one dollar bill and handed over the change. The man with the valise extracted a silver quarter dollar from the change and handed it back to the conductor. , “Here,” he said, so loudly that every one in the car looked to see what was going on, “here’s a quarter for your- self.” “I’ve taken out a nickel,” said the conductor. “I don’t want any more." “Now, don’t say another word friend,” replied the passenger. “My Wife told me before I left Kansas City I’d get along a good deal better in Chi- cago if I tipped everybody, and I’m going to start with you. You take that quarter like a little man, and do the best you can by me on this trip, and don’t say anything more, or I'll make it a half/’eeChicago Tribune. A BL-IND AWoman‘ Helped Him Across the Street Thinking He Was Guiding Her. A story was told by a. gentleman of New York of an experience that a brother of his, a blind man; had While he was in the city from a small town in Jersey, where he resides. 0n the day mentioned the blind man was with- out a guide and stood on the corner of Twenty-third street and Broadway, wishing to cross the street. While de- bating with himself as to whether he would try it alone or call a policeman, a. woman came up and addressed him, saying: “Mister, would you be kind enough to help me across the street? There is such a jam of trucks and carts _that I am afraid to try to cross alone." “Certainly, with pleasure, madam,” he responded and offering her his arm, they started across Broadway, crossing in safety. “Thank you, very much,” said the woman. "No, madam. It is 1 who am thankful, for I am blind and you helped me to avoid that dangerous crossing very nicely,” said the man. “0h!” said the woman in repro’achful tones. “You horrid man! Why, 1 might have been run over."-New York Times. ~ W“- PORCUPINE QUILLS. They Are a Commercial Article, and Yield A Good Profit. - . Porcupine quills are a necessary of life to anglers, for they make ex‘Cellent floats for bottom fishing. Also, scores of penholders are made from the black-and-white spikes, and many kinds of ornamental screens and fans are pierced and knitted of these quills. Something like two miilion porcu- pine quills are imported yearly, and they chiefly come from India; also, a. few from Spain. The animal has to be hunted and killed before the quills can be obtained, and many hun- dreds of porcupines are slain for this purpose every year. The quills are carefully extracted and dried, packed in crates and shipped away to Europe, where they are used for all manner of things in the way of tackle and orna- mentation. A porcupine is always worth killing, for every “spike-pig" carries $2.50 worth of" quills ‘on his fretful back—Golden Days. One of the severest penalties to which criminals in Holland were in ancient times condemned was to be de- prived of the use of salt. MAN’S SAGACITY. tether little fellows. [ M7" Told or Landseer, the Artist. Act an exhibition of the Royal.Acad- .emy considerable notice was attractec by the picture of a magnificent dog chained to its kennel and carried away to the painter” to make an offer for it, he rang at the door of a small garden When the wicket was opened he saw ‘ a boy playing with a hoop with some He inquired oi the children: M1 “Does Mr. Landseer live here?" we}: “Yes, ” replied one of the boys. ‘ ' “When may I speak to him?” “Now, if you like; I am Mr, Land- seer. ” “But, ” explained the visitor, it is your father I want to see. I have called about a picture of his at the Academy. “Well,” said the child, “it is I who am exhibiting the, picture.” He was then a little over 14 years old. Though Landseer’s genius was cul- tivated early, it was no forced plant. His technical powers were prodigious 4 . THE QUEEN’S FAVORITE MINISTER. Disraeli Accorded That Honor on Account? of His Diplomacy. Of all Victoria’s ministers she liked Disraeli most and Gladstone least, says the Detroit Free Press. her Empress of India, and she made him Earl of Beaconsfield. He flattered, Gladstone dictated, It is said that once Victoria objected to signing a bill. “But you must, madame,” urged the Grand Old Man. “Must, sir? You forget, I am the Queen of England.” “You are, madame,” returned Glad- stone. “and I am the people of Eng land.” She signed the bill, but that is one of the reasons why she has no love, and never had any love, for the foremost .of ~ the democrats of England. . _m--_w-— Un‘der the Stars and Stripes. Few people know that the American flag was one of the last 'to be furled at Volo, when the Greeké' abandoned the Thessalian seaport to the Turks. Miss H. A. Boyd, daughter of the late Alex- ander Boyd, of Boston, was a student at the American Archaeological SchoOl at. Athens. where she went after grad- uating at Smith in 1892. On the day following the outbreak of hostilities between Greece and Turkey, Miss Boyd offered her services to the queen, and left for the front that same evening with the English nurses. When she arrived at V010 she‘ was assigned to a hospital 'where there were some sixty or seventy wounded. Here Miss Boyd and a Cretan woman were left alone,. in charge of the building, andits in; mates. with only such aid as could be given by the canvalescents. Protected by the Stars and Stripes, the intrepid young woman stayed at her post till the Turks entered the town. -—Puritan. A Horse Protects Its Little Canine Friends. A gentleman of Cumberland, Md, has a horse, and little dog that are fast friends. street a large dog fiercely attacked the little dog. 'The horse took: in the alt— uation and deliberately'walked to the scene of the fight, and with one pow. erful stroke of the forefoot, instantly killed the big dog—Baltimore Sun. His Company. Quotes—“A man is known by the company he keeps." Pater—“Well. I must be known as a blase young idiot, then." Quoter—“How so?” Pater—«“I’ m enteitaining half a doz~ en of my son's classmates this vacav 4 tion. ”—Puck. Stamped fl Boss 5! Always the Same “Why don’t you sing louder, Bob- ‘ - “I’m Singing as loud as I feel," ex- plained Bobby. . . . us. .19.» ...... fights the way and stays lighted. All brass. nickel-plated—no tin; outside oil-fillergcottoo packed oil fount, double convex ground photo lensgbums kerosmafluowsalightfiflftand weighs but 12 ounces. Three years a leader, and three yous’ . improvements now added. Absolutely the hands'omest and best bicyclelamp mm Sold by all leading dealers. » THE PLACE & TERRY MFG. CO» See our new. cheaper lamp-the“$cacl1er." I, 247 Centre Street, New var.- The other morning while. the horse was left standing in the Disraeli made 1
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