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Trains leave South Norwalk as follows:
FOR NEW YORK — Accommodation
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Accommodation trains at 6. 32, 7. 42,
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—Atlanta Constitution.
THE ARTIST’S LOVE.
“Why is it a law of #nature that tal‘
women must marry short men? 1
want to many. But what man of de
cent stature will wed five feet nine? 1
defuse to marry anything under six
feet so I shall have to die an old maid
svery haid. ”
“You will scarcely be measuring the
man’s inches when you fall in love
Annaf said her friend.
‘I shall measure his inches before
and so I shall not fall in love, wise
Lu—don’ t you see?”
‘ And you would rather marry a man
like Charlie Langley, six feet of well
built stupidity, than, we will say, Mr
Royce, who is clever and—”
“Handsome, and almost a pygmy. 1
allow Mr. Royce to be the miniature
model of what a man should be—bui
I do not wish to marry a model, 1
want the man.
On the other side of the thick-set
hedge stood Owen Royce, the cleve1
little artist, of whose future great
things were predicted. Walking care-
lessly beside the oveihanging haw
thorn and wild rose, he had been
caught and held by a straggling thorn;
while impatiently unfastening the de-
taining biamble the words spoken in
the garden had fallen on his car. He
was clear of the thorns at last; he was
standing e1 ect and still in the meadow
his eyes on the low summer sun, and
with a thorn in his heart piercing and
hurting as no mere physical pain could
do.
Anna stood armed with her goll
clubs on the Manor terrace; Louisa
stood beside her, a. study in drab, a5
foil to the fresh, brilliant coloring or
her friend.
“Now, Mr. Maxwell is what I call
a man, Lu,” the girl was saying.
“He is big and well-made. I cannot
speak as to his head-piece. And he
appears to have no dislike to a. tall
woman, my dear” said Louisa, dryly.
Anna twirled her club.
“No, I do not think he dislikes me
Jack has asked him to stay on for the
club-hunting. ”
“Has your brother persuaded Mr.
Royce to remain as well?"
“Yes; his picture will give him
quite another month’s work. He has
grown very stupid lately. I cannot
think what has come to him, he paints
and paints, and is as dull as an owl,’
and she moved off to join the stalwart
young Maxwell, who was patiently
awaiting her pleasure at the park gate
- speak with Mrs. Waymoor, the widow
lady of the Manor. At. the door shd
came on the artist, who stood watch
ing Anna and her companion crossing
the park, watching so intently that he
was unaware of her neighborth un
til she, spoke. He turned. with an
apology.
“I was watching the golfers; they
make a handsome pair, do they not
Miss Blackston?" , _
She followed his gaze; when sin
looked back at the than, two queei
little upright furrows marked her fore-
head.
“You admire her?”
“I am an artist. I must admire her.‘
That evening, after the choir prac
tice, she said abruptly to Anna,—
“My dear, I think why Mr. Roycu
has grown stupid is because he love:
you.”- - 5
“Loves me! Mr. Royce! Why, if h
were elevators in his boots he woulc
barely reach to my shoulder. It nevex
occurred to me that the little mani
kin could fall in love. How absurd!’
Louisa turned, almost angrily.
it might to him. And you are such a
fool that you cannot see the man in
him!”
“Why are you cross, Lu? Mr. Royci
is clever and I like him; he isv very
kind. But he is in- love with hi:
'Academy picture, not with me.’
days Anna golfed, hunted and cyclec
with Gerald, and the artist painted
trying to forget the» pain which held
him in its grasp. .
He had been painting hard down by
the wood until the afternoon sun was
low. At last he put up his brushes anc
started on his two-mile walk back tc
the Manor. Gerald Maxwell overtook
him and the two men went on tggether
They stopped at the foot of the rail-
way embankment, lounging againS!
the rail, to watch the express pass
The artist stood silent, content to he
ten. Then, to their right, along the
line, came the beat of flying hoofs;
”both men turned to see and both gave
a simultaneous exclamation of horror
as round the bend, out of all control
galloped headlong beside the metals
toward the rushing train, then round
ing the opposite curve. Anna sat back
l in her saddle, white as death, trylny
11.
.-gentle, very womanly, and 'her gray
Louisa. went back to the house to
wistful now as she said softly,—
' hopeless eyes.
“Though it has not occurred to you
SO through the glorious Septembeifi-
to stay the runaway, but powerlesl
against the creature’s mad fright.
,“She may pass safely on one side,’
gasped Gerald.
Even as he spOke the mad brute
plunged into the centre of the iron
road. She seemed for the first time
to sight the train whistling ané
screaming out its warning, but pow-
erless to check in time. She reared
straight up, and then stood planted and
immovable in the centre of the metals
staring, paralyzed with terror, at the
advancing monster. It had all hap-
pened in a. second -'or so, leaving bui
scant time for thought or action. Both
men shouted to the girl to-fling her-
self off, but she, too, seemed turned to
stone. She sat dumb, looking before
her with agonized eyes, though he1
trembling hands yet mechanically
strove to turn the horse. In half a
minute it would be too late. Gerald
flung up his arms, shouting his warn-
ing. 'He stood there alone, the artisl
was gone; he had scaled the steep 'em-
bankment, his small lithe figure
springing up it like a eat; one hand
strong as steel with dumb-bell exer-
cise, was on the horse’s bridle, backing
her a step to the side, the other was
on the girl, pressing her from the sad-
dle, telling her to fall—to trust him
and fall. Thank heaven! She under-
stood and obeyed. Amid the thunde1
and crash of the train he knew that
she had swung clear of the metals.
Theie was a blow and he was down
and all was dark.
, It was a miraculous escape. Maxwell
wiped the moisture from his brow as
he told the story; Royce had rushed
in with the train almost on him, when
it seemed that horse, man and girl
must all be cut to pieces; nothing bul
his wonde1ful quickness had saved
Anna, who, bruised and shaken, had‘
yet fallen clear of worse harm. P001
“Black Bess” was cut to bits. Royce‘s
face was terribly cut by the blow
which had felled him, yet, mercifully,
he had fallen stunned, in‘ the hollow
between the rails, and so had escaped
with his life; but he would never
paint mme, his right arm had been
frightfully crushed; amputation had
had to follow as his only hope of life.
The Manor people nursed him de-
votedly' through his illness; nothing
they could do could, they felt, repay
what they owed to him. 'He was" very
grateful for their care and attention.
He made no allusion to his ruined
career, though his eye sometimes rest-
ed on the half-finished picture which
stood in his room. He looked reso-
lutely at the reflection of his scarred
face, at the empty right sleeve. He
had all his life looked ‘at trouble be-
tween his eyes; he had never shirked
or quailed before it. The man's spirit,
at least, was no small one. ' But as
Christmas neared and he grew fairly
conva’lescant he began to grow rest-
less. In spite of protest, he declared
himself well enough to return to his
rooms in town. He had stayed at the,
Manor to paint, now he must trespass
no longer.
“Dear old chap, why go?"5said Jack.
“The mater worships you. Can we
not amuse you here? Anna will try to;
she will read to you, sing to you.
Surely you night stay for Christmas
with us?", 3
He smiled, but repeated that he must
go.
Then Anna. learned their guest
meant to quit them. Anna had
changed-of late; she professed to be
tired of dancing, she said she no longer
cared to hunt, that she liked best to
be quiet at home. She had grown very
eyes would become wonderfully soft
and tender when they tested on Owen
Royce’s disfigured face and poor
maimed body. They became strangely
_ "But we would rather you stayed.”
“Still I must go,” he answered, pick«
ing up his book with unsteady fingers.
She was behind his couch, and stood
looking at him, in silence.-
Then the man on the sofa saw a
tear splashed down. It lay on the
scarlet silk cushion, a. round, dark
stain. He raised hims'elf quickly and
looked at her. Yes, the tears were
raining down her face. With his left
handhe caught her dress. 5
“Anna,” he said, hoarsely, “did you
guess then, that I loved you?"
“Yes," she said in a. whisper. “1
read it in your eyes when. you caught
my horse’s head on that awful day.
Louisa had guessed it before, and told
me, but I had not believed."
He was lying back again on the
cushions, watching her with quiet,
"Yes, heaven knows I loved you,”
he answered. Then he told her what
on that summer’s day he had over-
heard in the Vicarage garden. “You
did not love me then, Anna. Now, I
am disfigured and a cripple.
kind and good—I understand—but it
is only pity you can have for me. You
would not marry me, save in pity,”
She was on her knees beside him,
You are V
half laughing, half crying.
“In pity! In pride and joy. Did I
not say, ‘a tall woman must marry a ,
small man?’ Are you too Troud to
take a. tall wife, Owen? l ~.~t I die
an old maid because I am overgrown? 5
Don’ t you know that to me you stand
high among men; that your scarred
face is your V. 0., that your empty
sleeve is ydur badge of glory? Don’t;
you. know at3had you died under the
tram“ should have had no wish to
live? I knew whom I loved then. If
you are too proud to marry me be
cause of your poor arm, becauSe of
my heedless, stupid speech—then I am
not too proud to say that your pride-l
will make one wretched woman. And, 1
Owen, I am not too proud to accept'
your pity—but the pity is yours, not
.mine. to give." -5
Anna’s bay mare, tearing furiously or 5
A good deed is never lost; he who
sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he :1?!
who plants kindness gathers leve, " 1;;
'1- SOME MEXICAM WAYS.
Would Seem
Thing to a Yankee Housewife.
An American woman world, grow
gray—headed in a month if she at—
tempted to keep house in Mexico on
the same plan pursuedby the native
housewives. There are 110 water mains
in the average town, and Water for do-
mes-tic purposes is drawn from the
public fountains and sold from door to
door by lea't'her-aproned ven-ders, wn'o
carry it in picturesque vessels of hide
or pottery. Pulque and milg are
brought to market in slzir-q of sheep,
pigs, and grats, which are strippzd off
the carcass by cut-ting cnly the neck
and legs and turned inside out, all the
openings but one being ticl up E-e3ure-
ly. The natives do no-t'object to the
flavor of goat hide and swine skin in
the milk, but visitors do»
The wash-erwomen have no faith in
modem methods. They‘get 25 cents a
day and are satisfied. The washer-
women all do heir work beside an open
stream of water‘ in a trough or stone
or wc-od, a piece of home made soap
and their strong hands. No hot water
is used. 5
The average Mexican ccok is as
primitive as the washerwo-m-an. No
matter how many times the use of a
modern cook stove were explained to
The y
her, it is probable that she would build
the fire in the .over and put the bread
to bake in the fire box. What she
would use is called the brasero. Among
the poor this is an urn-shaped affair
of pottery with a hollow base, where a
tiny charcoal fire may be kept alive by
constant ,fannin‘g, the whole being not
much larger than a comm-on flower
pot. In the homes of the upper classes
the brasero is built in of brick, mortar,
and piles, its surface as high as an
American cook stove, with holes a foot
square, under each of which a charcoal
fire is kept burning. Some o-f these
stoves have twenty-five or thirty evens
and the Operation of cooking is so la—
borious that the cook has a relay o-f as-
sistants to prepare the vegetables,
wash the dishes and attend the fires.
Chicago Journal.
FRATERNAL ORDER 500 YEARS OLD.
{King 5Humbert a hIember—Forxned from
All Classes of Society.
It is more than five hundred years
since the fraternal society known as
the Florentine Brothers of Mercy was
arganized in the beautiful Italian city
11": Florence. The chief object of the
strange body of men is to relieve the
sick and injured of their native place.
These benevolent workers are called
collectively La. Misericordia. They are
not priests, as has frequently been er~
roneously said and written. The S0
tiety is formed of men from all class-
es—aristocrats and common folk. They
give their services gratuitously. Any
Florentine who is an honorable man
may belong to the hooded brother-
hood. King Humbert of Italy is an
honorary member. La Misericordia
ices not believe that the left hand
should know the good deeds of the
light. Only in one way can a Floren-
“.ine know anything of the identity or
social standing of one of these broth-
ers, and that is by his boots. Often in
a. long process-ions the heavy boots of
the work-man are seen beneath his
robe next to the polished ones of a
gentleman. They are heavily cowled,
:loaked and masked, and their pres-
ence suggests death. Their headquar-
;ers are in the Chuoh of the Miseri—
aordia. ”When an accident occurs in
{Florence-or a man or woman falls ill
~1pon the streets the bell in the steeple
if this church tolls twice. Three
:t'rokes of the bell means the ac-
:iden-t was fatal. This masked fra-
.ernal order was founded early in the
fifteenth century. It has always been —-
1 mysterious body and one of the best
wnducted societies in all Italy.--New
York World.
A PERILOUS REMEDY FOR PEARLS.
1t Necklace of the Jewell Immersed in the
Sea _‘to Restore Their Color.
As a rule crowned heads do not vol- .
antarily cast their court jewels into
the sea. Yet this is exactly what the
Empress of Germany has recently
lone.
Among her jeWels was a very fine
necklace of large pearls, exceptional in
size and re markably pure in color. For
some time it'had‘not been called into
1se;;5but had lain in its dark case shut
tway from‘thedi'ght and air.‘ One day,
iowever, the empress had occasion to
:all for the gems. To her surprise
and horror, she found that the color of
she pearls had faded away, all their
he and beauty departed. The court"
ieweler, when consulted, gave it as his
1pin10n that nothing would restore the
oristine purity of the stones save a
very long immersion in the sea. Aca
sordingly, a glass case was made, with
mics to admit the water, the necklace
was placed therein,'and the treasure
.sunk “full 'fathoms five” in the waters
)f the North Sea.“ The spot is near
1119 shore, and is watched night and
lay by sentries. In“the meanwhile the
empress is obliged to “possess her soul
11 patiencefi.’
Practically Intact.
The populist orator dragged himself
rut of the railway wreCk and took
recount of damages.
One foot was twisted out of shape,
iomething Was the matter with his
'ight hip, his left elbow refused to
work, one of his shoulder. blades ap— '
)eared to'have slipped over the other,
: 1is V191; knee was bruised and swollen
1nd part of his scalp was gone
He emitted a loud groan.
Then his face brightened.
“Thank’ heaven!” be
‘My voice isn’t injured!
ght"’-—Ch1cago Tribune.
exclaim “'1
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Groober— ‘Was it Jogun’s :1:
but got~him that five thousand 1‘.
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when separated and examined, were
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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 Aperieut.
A grateful effervescent draught,
and mild and certain 111 its action
gifit‘ffiiifiifififiifidiifififigfi
use 01-“ MUCH SALT A BAD HABIT. ‘
Considered Ihjnrlous to the Skin and ii
the Cause of Other Diseases.
The use of salt as a condiment is .
so general and so universally believed
in as necessary that we rarely hear a'
word against its excessive use, but
there are a multitude of persons who
eat far too much salt—eat it on every-
thing on meat, fish, potatoes, melons,
in butter, on tomatoes, turnips, and
squash, in bread and on a. host of foods
too numerous to mention. To so
great an extent is it used that no food
is relished which has not a salty taste,
and this hides more or less the real
taste, which is often very delicate.
Now, the amount 0f salt required in
the system is comparatively small, and
if the diet has been rightly compound-
ed very little is necessary. Some go
so far as to discard its use altogether,
but whether this is wise pr not we will
not here consider. What are some of
the evils of the excessive use 'of salt?
They are to paralyze the nerves of
taste, or to pervert them so they can-
not enjoy anywhing which has not a
salty flavor, and in addition there is a
direct tax on both the skin and the
kidneys in removing it from the blood.
Whether the skin is harmed by this
tax we do not know. Possibly it is not
greatly injured, yet we know that few
p80ple possess a. healthy skin; but it is
now pretty well settled that an exces-
sive use of salt does overtax the kid-
neys in its removal, and that the great
iiiimber of cases of derangement and
disease of these organs is due to this
use. It takes only a little time to learn
to enjoy many kinds of food without
Salt, and we advise our readers and
others to look into this matter and to
try and diminish the use of this condi-
ment so far as possible. We believe
they will be better for it.-Journal of
Hygiene.
LOVE WROUGHT IT.
A Pathetic Tale of a Beautiful Face in an
Old Cathedral.
A century since, in the north of
Europe, stood an old cathedral, upon
one of the arches of. which was a
sculptured face of wondrous beauty.
It was long hidden, until one day the
sun ’3 light striking through a slanted
window revealed its matcl'gess fea-
tures. And ever after, year by year,
upon the days when for a brief hour
it was thus illuminated, crowds came
and waited eagerly to catch but a
glimpse of that face. It had a strange
history. When the, cathedral was be-
ing built, an old man broken with the
weight of years and cares, came and
besought the architect to let him work
upon it. Out of pity for his age, but
fearful lest his failing sight and
trembling touch might mar some fair
design, the master set him to work
in the shadows of the vaulted roof.
One day they found the old man
asleep in death, the tools of his craft
laid in order beside him, the cunning
of his right hand gone, his face up-
turned to this other marvelous face,
which he had wrought there—the face
of one woman whom he had loved and
lost in his early manhood. And when
the artists and sculptors and workmen
from all parts of the cathedral Came
and looked upon that face they said:
“This is the grandest werk of all;
love wrought this!’_’—5—Humanitarian~.
ulna He’s a l’oet. .
The Marquis of Lorne is remarkable
for his indifferenceto physical exer-
else and sport. 'When' at Eton and at
Cambridge he neithern'owed nor hunt-
ed; but he is -.fond of both skating and
sledging, and when Governor-General
of Canada took very kindly to the na-V
tional sport of tobogganiug. He hates
state etiquette and pageantry, and he
x for m-ore proud of being a poet and a
writer than he is of. being heir to the ,
Duke of Argyll.
Posters and handling—2:01. Moder-2:.
It is nrobably. the general impres.
clan that posters and handbills .are
modern inventions, but it has just
been discovered that the ancient _Ro-t
mans practiced this method of adver-
tising. In digging at. Herculaneum
there was brought to light a pillar
other. The paste used to stick them
The bills,
found to be programmes and announce-
ments of public meetings, and even
election proclam-ations.——-New York
METHODS OF Tm. JarANto-s'.
You Are Never Sure Vof Getting “'lmt You
Pay for. o
An American manufacturer, writing
from Japan, says that those alarmists
’who would make the world believe
that the Japanese can do everything
don’t know what they are talking
about, and that the people of the
Flowery Land, unless they change
their entire nature, or at all events
‘their methods, can never become for-
midable commercial rivals with any
civilized Power. The real fact is that
the Japs do nothing; they only half
do it, and therein lies the cause of
their failure.
The Japs think of nothing but the
present; of w-hat he can mak-e'now,
and how, by making his commodities
a little inferior, he can add a few
more cents to his profit. There is no
such a. thing as standard quality. You
are never sure of getting the quality
you are 'asked -to pay for. So much is
this so in Japan that a man seldom
buys an article without ”unwrapping
and examining it on the spot. The
correspondent continues:
The Japanese mind is so small that
it is difficult to weigh- it with Ameri-
can scales; in fact, it may be said that
it is m-ade up of trifles, and it is the
attention—the labored attention—the
Jap gives to these trifies which makes .
him incapable of ever becoming any-
thing more than a unit in whatever he .
may be concerned in. As an illustra-
tion of what I mean, 1 will give ex-
amples which are of daily occurrence.
You want to buy an article“; and you
ask how muc-h it is. The answer is,
say, 1 cent. Then you ask how much
the articles are by the dozen, fully
expecting that you will get them for
10 cents.
when the merchant tells you thirteen
cents the dozen. You get mad, call
the man a fool, and insist that you
ought to get a reduction by taking 'a ‘
quantity. Not so With the Jap; that. V
is not his? way of doing business. It
is the same with the manufacturer.
You give him an order for a hundred
of a. kind, and then wish to make it a
thousand. Immediately he demands
an advance in the price. Should be,
however, reluctantly agree to take the
increased order at the original price,
you will probably get the first hun-
dred articles fairly up to sample, but
as the delivery goes on the quality is
sure to fall off. And this smallness is
not confined to small people. It per-
meates "the whole c0untry.——Boston
Transcript.
A TREE THAT SLEEPS.
The Transformation Takes Place in About
Twenty Minutes.
Near the western border of Dupont
Circle, in Washngton, D. 0.,- stands a
tree that goes to sleep promptly every
night at 7 o 'clock. The tree is known
as the Albizzia Julibrissan, having
been christened so by an Italian bo-
tanist in honor of the Albizzl family
in Florence. The tree, however, is an
original of Japan and is known there
as the Japanese silk tree, probably on
account of the silky appearance of its
blessom‘s. Soon after 7 50 ’clock in the
evening a. general motion is noticed
in the foliage, a. quiver or trembling of
the bipinnate leaves. Each leaflet be-
gins to stand up on edge and pair:
with the one oposite. They clasp
each other tightly and then close up
with the other on the petiole, so that
each becomes a coverl-et over half of
the preceding one. The entire trans
formation takes place in about twenty
'minu'tes; and'usua-lly‘atrabout 7.30 the
respiratory organism": of this ‘tree
hangs limp or droopy on the branches.
Small branches kept inVa dark room
promptly close at 7 P. M.—-New York
World...
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Cookilc School for Boys.
Cincinnati wives of the future will
be either a. very happy or a very un‘
happy class. For Cincinnati men of
the future will .know all .about the
noble art of co‘okery. They will not,
talk merely about the “pic that mother
use to make” and the doughnuts that
rendered Aunt Sarah famous. They
will speak of “my ragou-ts" and "my
biscuits.”
For the Cincinnati boys are learning-
to cook in the high school.
They wear caps and aprons, the
young masculine cooks, in their school
basement kitchen. They are taught the
simpler of the chemical processesim
volved in cooking—New York-Journal.
Stamped “BOSS” 5
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THE ORIGINAL
the Same
You are not a little amazed ‘
:1
Norwalk Chronicler