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For: NEW HAVEN AND THE EAST— AeCOmmodation trains at 6.32, 7.42, 8.46 and 11.42 a. m., 1.37, 2.42, (to B’p’t), 4&1, 5.27, 6.27, 7.23 (to B’p t), 8.41, 9.41 and 11.15 p. m. Express trains at 1.11, 11”, 9.11, 10.05, 11.08 a. m. 12.02, 3.05, 5:04 (Naugatuck Express) 7.10 p. m. SUNDAYS—Accommodation 7.42, 9.12 a. m. and 7.15 p. m. Express 1.11 and . 0 a. m. G}. 'I‘. HEMPSTEAD. Gen. Pass. Agent. Ravmond &Son. Successors to George H Raymond I Furniture Dealers and General Funeral Directors 46 and 48 Main St, Norwalk, Gonn. I Residence, Berkelev Place- Telephone 8.0. 77-4.: 3 . .SOFT BLACK , EYES. ' say that I was plain "Jack Biggs.” But I What a trivial thing will color the whole of a man‘s life! How small an in- cident compared to the large future he has mapped for himself, may make 01: mar it! I learned all this and more one sultry May day in' Mexico five years ago. . I had been sent to Mexico as chief of a surveying corps to establish the bound- aries of the Santa Anita grant, which lay along the Rio Claro just outside the city of Chihuahua. It was a responsi‘ ble position for a young man, and I held my head high. It was the day of La Fiesta de San Guadalupe. The saint himself had been dead, I understood several hundred years, but in Mexico that doesn’t make any difference; the longer they are dead the mdre they are thought of and the bigger a birthday party they have. Al- most every other week contains ' the feast day of some saint or saintess and trade and commerce are suspended to do the occasion justice. The natives of Mexico are the most perennially pious people on earth. Why I have known them—men in my own employ—to be so enthused over the post- humous birthday of some long dead saint that they would get up in the gray dawn to go about celebrating it. This morning—the morning of Guadalupe’s feast day—the whole force of peons un- der me had struck. N o chainman, no flagman, no axeman was left- me. Only Sims and Bailey, my two American as. 'slstants, stayed behind. When I began abusing them for the customs of Mexico, they said while they did not care remote ly for the saint to whom it was dedi- cated, still they were glad it was a holi- day, and they thought they would go up stream and fish awhile. They were on- ly indifferent laymen, without any re- ligious feeling. When I was left alone in camp I spent a short time on my field notes, when it came over me that I was wasting the day. Just outside the Chaparral-the river was laughing and murmuring in the Open. It seemed to ask me to walk beside it. The adobe huts along its banks , were tenantless; their inmates had gone to the feast. But, strange sight, there at the bend of the river where the waters were the merriest, was a solitary worker, and whatever she was doing she was doing .. with a. vim. A dark—eyed, dark—haired daughter of Spain she seemed to be, and ' yet she was working—and working hard ——on a feast day! A fit of curiosity seized me to know what she was doing. and why she was doing it. I approached her with the question on my lips; at what did she work, and por-kay'.‘ (I spell it as I said it). Softly she raised a pair of melting orbs, and sweetly and eloquently she answered me. From her reply, in the most- musical language in the world, I gathered that she would be at the feast, but that she must cleanse the soiled linen that lay around her on the sand, for the owner of it, a gentleman who was staying at the United States Hotel. wanted it by noon, and to—morrow would not do (she said this plaintivcly). If it were not done by noon, she finished most pathetically, she would get- no dinero, and that she needed in the superlative degree. . Dinero! Ah, the next most potent thing ,' in Mexico to saints’ day is money. I As her red lips told me this, her great black eyes wandered from the. soiled , clothes at her feet to the spires of the ‘7 cathedral in the distance and the wav« ing foliage of the plaza where the feast ing and merry making were going on. There was a look of sadness and longing in them as she gazed. Being a tender hearted man, I asked her if there was ought I could do for her. In a wonder~ ful mixture of Anglo-Spanish, which I iuveutbd while in Mexico, and which no one could ever master but myself, I as- sured her I was at her service if she so I desired. and asked how I could assist! her. 2 The black eyes flashed gratitude ereI the scarlet month said, in silver sweet tones: "Would I sit on a rock beside her and rub the shirts of the gentle- man on a large rock with a very small : rock? Looking back now in the light of ma- . turer wisdom. I can see that I should have declined that job on the ground: that it was too unzesthetic. But—I didn’t. On the contrary, I accepted it eflusively. There was a .touch of ro- mance about it that appealed to me— I the day itself appealed to me for the: first time. 1 lmgan to feel something of the enthusiasm for feast days that had taken my men out before daybreak. l I would not be so hard on them again, 1 ‘ thought. Truly it was a very pretty custom, and I began to sympathize with it and to un~ derstand it better. If' San Guadalupe had not been so long interred, in the gladness of my heartI would have sent him a bouquet. All this I tried to con- fide to Lucia. It touched her; it sound- ed, she said, like stories she had read in the convent. Her name was a poem in itself: Lucia Eulalia Garcia y Valdez. And mine? After that poem it seemed common to she anticipated me; she pointed to one ' of my business cards that had escaped my vest pocket when I threw it on the sand. "Messier Beegs, que no?" she" lisped, and it did not sound at all badly from her lips. . It was pleasant to know she did not dislike my name; this was one way of saying, as everybody knows, that its owner was not disagreeable to her. As We talked we washed, and long be- fore noon the gentleman‘s shirts were all floating in the breeze from the low chaparral along the river bank. Lucia Eulalia glanced gratefully and alternately at the snowy linen and at me. My natural thoughtfulness led me to suggest that we might do the family washing while we were about it. Her brother Antonio, the sheephcrder whom she had mentioned with sisterly aflec- tion—did not his things have need ol water? “Th-ere was no time like tbs I . / I present," I said; “it might set in to- i marrow and rain for months—who , knows?" , Lucia Eulalia looked at the contra- _) dieting blue of the skies, and, laughed at my weather prophecies, but she ran toher adobe dwelling a few rods away and brought from it a bundle of An- tonio’s “things.” They had apparently been waiting for me for years. His wardrobe ranged from bandanas to dingier overalls. As I warmed up to the ambitious task of cleansing them, under Lucia Eulalia’s approving smiles, all nature seemed to smile; the sun shone warm and warmer; the river ran blue and bluer—for Lucia had “blued” it. She had also “allowed” the root of a whole soap tree to Antonio’s garments. She was right in doing this, but, some- how, in my struggle with the sheep- herding stains of six months, I had dis- tributed a good deal or lather over my person. When this unaccustomed fa- tigue began to show on me, .Lucia Eulalia asked softly if I “had tire.” I “Oh, no!” I was declaring, “I have no ' tire,” when some approaching American voices,were heard. Lucia clapped her hands tragically, and, running to the Chaparral, began hastily to gather the linen therefrom. I caught from her manner that the owner of the shirts had tired of waiting and was coming for them. I had divined aright, but I had not divined far enough. As they emerged from the alameda. to the west of the river, I could see they were a lady and gentleman. I had almost managed a look of industry and innocence, as they approached us, and raised my eyes to impress them with it, when—gracious saints! Guadalupe and great J ehosaphat! Was that Maxwell! The man I had fobbed of the valedictory in ’87 at Ann Arbor? True, I had no grudge against him on that account, but my dream of meeting him again and “making it right” had not been like this! Mamell it was, with his stylish bride. He threw me a careless glance at first; then I be- gan to dawn on him, slowly but surely. ' He quizzed Lucia in miserable Spanish, In a cowardly way, I thought. “Quien es?” he said, indicating me. Smilingly, as if pleased so to honor me, Lucia presented me to Maxwell and his wife as "Miami-go, Senor Beegs.” I could feel that the biasing, and the soap root, and the river water were all min- gling in one grand river of perspiration toward the collar of my negligee shirt. 1 I could feel that all the constellations in ‘ the‘hoavens and all the mundane land- scape around me were waltzing giddily together. An intense longing for home and mother came over me that more words cannot depict. For one wild mo- ment I thought I would rush into my old chum’s arms and tell him all, like the . wronged hero in the last act. I would ' I I I I say vehemently: “This is~not—me-reglar business-I’m-a- civil-enginecr-at-S250-a-month—I’m-only- doing-this—for-fun,” etc. But while I was thinking this—how often are our best intentions thwarted thusl—Maxwell coughed. It was not a. consumptive cough. It was just a little grating sound ; that contained more painful surprise, and pity, and regret than a volume of ' Browning could. That froze me as I stood—or sat. Fixedly I gazed at the Sierra Madres over his head, as if try- ing to fathom the “lost” mines hidden there. ‘ Maxwell’s watch ticked in the painful silence. “Alice,” he said, stemly, “we must not miss that train.” Out of my'life they went, with the clothes I had washed for them, as sud- denly as they came in. I strained my ears to hear him say, “Poor fellow! To come to that—rather bright at college, but this country seems to rob a fellow of ambition——-” Maxwell, I knew, was never'a secretive man; they were going East, and, well— Lucia Eulalia gathered up the extra coins he had thrown her for me and said, softly: “Have you sad, senor?” "Yes,” I said, “I have sadness, also sickness: I would go back to camp at once.” As I drew on my spattered coat and vest over tired arms, I said, almost earn- . estly: “Lucia Eulalia Garcia y Valdez, I shall never forget this day of the fiesta of San Guadalupe.” Nor have I.—-San Francisco Argo— naut. No Blood Shed. They met at the corner of Monroe ave. and Farmer street the other evening and both jumped back and put their right hands in their pistol pockets. “Boy, doan’ yo’ put a finger on me!” cried the first in a voice full of me- nace. “An‘ yo’ jess be mighty keerful dat yo’ doan‘ rub agin me!" replied the second. - “Ize got a razor right yore in my pocket!” ' "80’s I!" ‘ “Next time I go up to see Miss John- .' son an’ find yo’ prognosticatin’ around dar’ sumbody’s gwinc to git hurted!” I “An” next time I go up dar an’ find yo conglomeratin‘ in dat parlor dar’ will be ' a tragedy!" “Shoo! Recknn wid big words!” "An’ yo’ can't skeer me, neitherl” I “I’ze gwine to precipitate long my , way, but yo‘ jess member dc memorial warnin‘ what I has warned yo‘ ’bout!” ' I “Shoo! I’ze gwine to idealize ’round a de co’ner, an" if yo’ foller me I’ll make yo’ think de synonym has busted up an’ knocked do 'cocnorporate all to squash!” —Detroit Free Press. yc’ can’t sheer me An Impossible Grocer. A story is told of a grocer engaged in business in a London suburb, to the effect that he once declined to attend a very popular concert, even though a free ticket was offered him. “Ye see,” he said tothe person who oflered him the ticket, “if I went I’d see so many people who owe me money for groceries it would spoil my fun. and the eight 0' me would spoil theirs. I'll stay at home."—_—'*Har~per‘s Round Table. 1 shook his head, and said: _ 115 Journal. FIRST CHURCH IN THE KLONDIKE. (in-ml “'m-k Begun by the Presbyterian - Board of Home Missions. The Rev. 3. Hall Young and Dr. w. ' A. McEwen, two young Presbyterians sent out by the Presbyterian Board of ' Home Missions, started for the Klon— dike lc.st August. The two mission- -aries reached Klondike City just be- fore the winter set in and before all means of travelling'had been closed. On their journey they were robbed of the greater part of their provisions. Their first step was to rent a. hall in which to hold services." They leased a small house for seven months for $850, payable in advance. The upper floor was divided into six 8x10 rooms, which were let very readily for $20 a month in advance. After the first ser- vice had been held, however, one of the lodgers came home drunk and set fire to the building. The house was totally destroyed. The loss was a great blow to the church, as much of the material burned could not be replaced at any cost. Services were next held in the “Opera-House,” which is the largest, room in the city. The missionaries spent all their money in fitting up the new church, but when their cash was gone they found the miners very will- ing to give credit. The rudest fur- ni-ture that could be found cost the church $200. Each window sash cost one-half ounce of gold, or about $10. Twelve joints of stovepipe cost $1.50 each. The pews were made of rough, unplaned boards, supportedby rough logs. The missionaries borrowed six- teen rough boards to be used for seats. The church is always kept warm and comfortable, in spite of the artic cold, to provide a meeting place for the min- ers away from the saloons. The read- ing-rooms have already become very popular. The miners have taken great interest in collecting reading matter. The library consists of about 1,500 books, magazines and pamphlets. The labor bureau, which has been running for some time, has also done much good‘in relieving those unable to find profitable employment—for the Klondike has its unemployed poor the same as New York. A number of we— men from the surrounding country have taken an active interest in the church work and a regular chapter of the Christian Endeavor Society has been formed. One of the most im- portant acquisitions of the church is a piano, which is played at the various services by Mrs. Kaiser, a woman banker from Jacksonville, Tenn—New Work W’orld. PURPOSE PUT PITT IN PARLIAMENT. He Allowed Nothing to Interfere with His Career and Never Know Defeat. William Pitt resolved in his boyhood to win a seat in the British Parlia- ment, and every fibre of his being he- came alive with that purpose. Friends besought him to make a career worthy of his illustrious farther; and his soul expanded, and achieved wonders un- der the power of that idea. No hard- ship was too great, no sacrifice too exacting, no study too irksome and no labor too forbidding for his conquering spirit. His was a triumphal march through the fields of literature, over the hills of science, and into the realm of wise statesmanship. He passed di- rectly from College to the .House of Commons. In a single year he rose to be Chancellor of the Exchequer; in two years he became Prime Minister of England, and from that moment his reign of influence and. power was phenomenal. For a quarter of a century he was the power behind the throne of Britain, never re- laxing his grip of political su- premacy for love, wealth, learning or religion, and never knowing defeat, even temporary disappointment, from the beginning to the end of his remark- able career. He was the most influ- ential and famous man in Great Bri- tain before the dew ofhis youth was wiped from his forehead. Purpose did it.-Success. __... ——....- CAREFUL OF HIS AUTOGRAPH. Secretary Gage Does Not Leave Room to “'i'ltn Above His Name. Secretary Gage is cautious as to the manner in which he signs his name for authograph fiends. One of these gentry recently accosted the Secretary as he was leaving the White House after a Cabinet meeting. Always will- ing to oblige, Mr. Gage paused to write his signature. The autograph man in- dicated a place in the middle of the page for the name. Secretary Gage “You'll have to find another place.’-’ A broth- er Cabinet officer was standing near and was attracted by the remark. Af— ter signing his name at the tOp pan-:— of the page of the album, Secrom. y Gage explained that many years ago he- had learned never to place his name on a blank piece of paper who: e there was enough space above it to a!- low anything else to be written. “1 i know that man who wanted the sig- ‘ nature just then was all right,” said the Secretary, “but I never break my rule.” The Secretary told several stories of people attaching their names to blank papers, with the result that they got themselves into trouble through orders being written above the names—Cor. Chicago Times-lien ald. One Instance. “Our proud name has never been humbled in the dust,” said Miss Parr- Venoo. “Oh, yes, it has, Sally,” said the-in— convenient and objectionable old friend of the family. I remember it happehl‘n’ forty years ago, when the wind blowed down the sign off your grandfather's shoe shop."-¥-Indianapo- ,» A CLAIM EASILY SETTLED. Ilia Shining Piles of Silver Dollars Cup- tured Her Fancy. . It is not so easy now to cheat the Indians as in the days when they bartercd their lands for glass beads and worthless trinkets. They are new pretty sharp in making ordinary trades which come up in their daily life; nevertheless, it is‘ true that when it comes to a question of large sums of money—thousands or even hundreds of dollars—the average Indian is be- wildered at the mere idea of so much wealth. An incident which happened not long ago in New Mexico illus- trates this point. An Indian was kill- ed by a. railroad train, and his wid- ow demanded $3,000 as an indemnity. The company was willing to settle, and sent an agent who knew Indians thor- oughly. He took with him several bags of Mexican silver dollars, which pass freely. among Indians in that part of the country. Sitting down gravely ,with the aggreived ' widow, he began counting out the big shining dollars one by one. When the pile bad reach- ed a hundred, he glanced inquiringly at the squaw, but she shook her head firmly. The agent went on with his counting, and at the end of another hundred he looked up again. She re— but her eyes began to brighten at the heap of silver. At three hundred the agent paused a little longer. The squaw still held out, though with an- mistakable signs of weakening. The agent counted more slowly and im- pressively, and when he reached three hundred and forty—eight, the squaw stopped his hand. “Heap plenty,” she said, with decision; and, gathering up the silver, she accepted in perfect con- tentment this settlement of her claim for $3,000.—Golden Days. PILING ON THE AGONY. Brilliant Oratorical Powers of the Man with a Show. When a man begins to brag he must be very careful to keep track of what ' he says. An amusing instance of the results of not doing so was shown in ithe case of the manager of a music (hall in the north of England, who, I although a. most illiterate man, prided ' himself not a. little on his brilliant or- atorical powers, and. made it a. practice , in the course of the programme every Saturday night to announce the lead- fing items of the forthcoming week’s jentertainment. One evening he fin- ) ished his weekly speech in the follow- ' ing remarkable terms: “Last, but not least, ladies and gen- tlemen, allow me to inform you Ithat at an enormous expense I have ; exclusively engaged the marvelous I Bromdee brothers, the world—famed : acrobats, to appear here in their cele- brated entertainment for six nights, I commencing Monday next. Understand, Iladies and gentlemen, the Bromdee brothers, the champion :zcrobuts of , the world.” Here he paused for a moment to re— - gain his breath, and then proudly con- tinued: “Yes; and what’s more. on Monday week we’ve got a troupe coming what can knock ’em into a cocked hat!”— Harper’s Round Table. MUSIC IN A TOMB. Favorite Airs of n Deceased Husband Played Daily in a Vault. A gentleman who died some time ago, was passionately fond of music. Long ago he requested that, whichever of the two departed first, the survivor should honor the memory of the de- ceased by having a. music box or some similar instrument placed in the sepul- cher and played at frequent inter- vals. The sexton at the cemetery agreed to allow the widow to place a small oak table at the head of the casket, on which were a handsome music box and a vase of flowers. She visits the cem- etery daily, rain or shine, and pays musical reverence to the memory of the deceased. While the favorite airs of sacred melody are being rendered she calmly sits on the casket close to the vase and lovingly communes with the spirit of the deceased. More than 200 bodies are stored in the big vault, and as the silence is sodense. that a heartbeat almost creates an echo, the impressive but weird notes. of the mu— slc floating over the caskets and emerg- ing through the‘iron-grated doors fair- burg Dispatch. TRADEMARKS FOR’THE ORIENT. Why Merchants Should study the Chinese Superstitions. . United States Consul Gracey, at Foo- Chow, China, has made a report to the State Department upon labels and tradmarks in that country, with the purpose of showing American mer- chants how important are such matters in their trade with China. He says that the sale of American or foreign goods in China is often crippled by having some label or trademark which is offensive to the Chinese. Many col- ors have peculiar recognition by the people; some offend their tastes and others their superstitions. Some are all right on some kind of goods and all wrong on others. The Chinese will often bu biscuits, needles, thread, matches, soap, medicine, scents, sweets, etc., for the sake of getting a. lucky 19,. be]. Some colors and combinations of colors are to the Chinese unlucky.— Chicago Inter-Ocean. _ Dagnerreotypea. A Boston man is still taking dag— uerreotypes, and 'has been doing so over half a century, He insists that in spite 'of all modern processes In photography they réi’ri‘flri’T'the Host corect likenesses ever produced.— Dhi l a d club in Prank peated the negative shake of her head, , 1y border on the supernatural~Pitts-' ..._... ...__.._ in: no Bill; Everybody in ’Norwalk is Eligible. Old people, stooped with suffering. Middle age, courageously fighting it. Youth, protesting impatiently. Children. unable to explain it. Baby crying, can’t. tell why. All in misery from their kidneys. Only a little backache first. Comes when you catch a cold or strain it. Don’t neglect a bad back. Backache is the first step of kidnev trouble. ' - ' . Man y complications follow. Ul‘l nary ditficulties,diabetes, Bright’s disease. Doan’s Aidney Pills cure backache. Cure every form of kidney ill. Plenty of Norwalk proof that this is so. No need to read statements from people in Norwalk, Ohio, N orwalk, Conn., furnishes enough of proof. Read this case: “Mrs. Clune, of 58 Belden ave., says: "My daughter is an em- ploye at Hutchinson Cole 8:. Co.. and her work has told upon her physically, thetrouble manifesting itself in pain in too small of the back, and a weary and tired feeling. We thought Doan’s Kidney Pills might help her and I got a box at Hale’s drug store. They cured her. I have no hestitationr in heartily recommending them. ” = Doan’s Kidney Pills for sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. Mailed by Foster-Milburn 00., Buffalo, N. Y., sole agents for the U. S. Remember the name Doan’s and take no substitute. The woman whose winter coat is shabby declares that she is very com- fortable in her shirt waist and jacket, while her sister who received a fur coat for Christmas declares that it is entirely too chilly to discard heavy wrapsyet. - GREAT EXCITEMENT IN TOWN. Over the remarkable cures by the grandest specific of the age, Bacon’s Celery King, which acts as a natural laxative, stimulates the digestive or- gans, regulates the liver and kidneys and is nature’s great healer and health renewer. If you have Kidney, Liver and Blood Disorder do not delay but call at our store for a free trial pack- age. Edward P. Weed, Norwalk; Mrs. Scott Williamson. Darien. There is nothing apparently that so absolutely exasperates the individual who has no knowledge of a foreign language as to have a friend spring a few French or German phrases on him. SAVE YOUR LIFE. . By using “THE NEW GREAT SOUTH AMERICAN KIDNEY CURE." L This new remedy is a great surprise on ac- count of its exceeding promptness In relievmg pain in the Kidneys, Bladder and Back in male or female. It re- lieves retention of water, and pain in passing it almost immediately. Save yourself by using this marvelous cure. Its use will prevent fatal consequences in almost all cases by its great altera- tive and healing powers. Sold by E. P. Weed. Druggist, Norwalk. Conn. SLEEP AND DREAMS. How Agassiz Worked ()nta Scientific Problem. I Agassiz was studying a fossil fish in the Jardin des Plantes, says W. J. Stillman in London Spectator, but had never been able to determine the spe- cies to his satisfaction. After a time he dreamed that he caught the very fish, and without difficulty determined the question, thinking, as he woke from the dream that he would now have no difficulty. But on returning to the fossil, something in the dream had es- caped him, and he could no more de— termine the species than before. The next night he had the same dream, and again forgot the essential point. He then determined to take a. pencil and paper with him to bed, and make his note as soon as he awoke. The dream came the third time, but to his surprise on fully awakening he found the drawing made and lying on the ta- ble at his bedside, with three bones displayed in it which were not visible in the fossil, and which solved the problem. On returning to the Jardin des Plantes he obtained permission of his friend, the director, to chip away a lscale of stone which lay on the spot where the bones were in the drawing, and found them there as his druwlng had given .them. It is thirty years since Agassiz told me the incident, but those who have access to his history of the North American fishes will be able to read it in his own words in the in-- troduction, and correct my version- If my memory has in any detail failed me. Potato Frllters. Mash three large, mealy potatoes very lightly, add three well-beaten eggs, two tablespoonfuls of cream, a little lemon-juice and some grated nutmeg. Beat all well together for about a quarter of an hour, or until the batter is very light. Drop spoon- fuls of it into a. deep pan of boiling fat, and when they become a nice brown color take them out and drain them upon soft butter muslin. Serve them with- sifted sugar sprinkled over them and with or without wine sauce, as may be preferred. —. Wouldn’t- Go Cantu-ry to Her Belief. Rather than violate her religious convictions, Miss Josephine Moore, vo- cal instructor in the public schools of Macon, Ga, at a. salary of $70 a. month, resigned her position. ‘The Board of Education, in order to cheek the spread of smallpox, ordered compulsory vaccination a. short time ago, and only Miss Moore declined to bevlncculated. , She regarded such practices as inim- lcal to her faith as a Christian Scien- tist, and deprived herself or her means of support rather thanaccept orders w'lllch conflicted with her religious ‘ opinions.-—New York Press.
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