. A LITTLE prisons.
There was a big crush at Mrs. Sin-
clair’s “at home,” and people were
making slow progress through the
rooms, looking cynical or bored or in-
terested, as the case might be.
For vivid, frank enjoyment, there
were few faces to compare with one
girlish one—a little flushed, with shin-
ing blue eyes, and soft curly brown
hair clustering about it.
The girl wanted to know who every
one was and all about them; she
thought them charming, and regretted
that she did not live in London.
“Father hates it so,” she said.
“Your father had a long spell of it,”
said a gentleman at her side. “But”
—and he smiled very pleasantly—“we
shall very soon have you among us,
I hope, for more than a flying visit.”
The girl blushed and grew shy, and
then uttered an exclamation.
“Who is that?” she asked eagerly.
“Look at her, there! That woman
with the beautiful face and dark hair.”
“That is Miss St. Quentin. She
writes, you know, Writes well, too;
her new book is an immense success,
being neither cheap nor nasty.”
“Oh, I’ve read it,” Hilda Carson
said, the pink flush deepening in her
cheeks. “And I liked it ever so much.
“I think she is a woman nobody
could help loving, if they knew her,”
she continued.
He laughed. Her fresh enthusiasm
was amusing, and he rather enjoyed
it for a change, but before he could
speak again two or three people joined
them, and he lost sight of Hilda for a
little. .
A good many people admired Miss
St. Quentin, but very few even dimly
guessed that, while writing the stories
of others, her own life hid one away
in an inner and very sacred chamber.
They said she was “not a bit im-
pressionable,” and, for all her beauty,
,very unlikely to break her own heart
or any one else’s.
There were just two or three people
—of whom Mr. Sinclair was one—who
doubted this dictum, and wondered if
the delicate coldness of her manner
' did not hide at least as much of her
nature as it revealed.
But even those who had so much dis-
cernment did not know-nobody knew
—of that summer, eight years ago,
when she and Jack Tremain had met.
in the old Suffolk mansion. Nobody
knew of the long, long mornings in the
orchard, talking over everything and
anything, or sometimes sitting in the
silence that is only possible between
friends. .
Six months ago Major Tremain had
come home, but society had seen very
little of him so far, though it was
eager to lionize him and raved over the
deed that gained him that coveted V. C.
Miss St. Quentin had not seen him at
all, though she knew he was, for the
moment, in town, and scanned the
faces in park and street, and party, in
the hope she was half ashamed of—
that of seeing his.
She was always a centre of attraction
and had not been many minutes in
Mrs. Sinclair’s rooms before she was
surrounded with a little crowd. She
resigned herself to the inevitable, and
was trying to forget her one insistent
desire when her hostess came up with
a bronzed, dignified man at her side.
“Miss St. Quentin, may I introduce
Major Tremain to you?” she said, and
then there was a little exclamation of
mutual recognition, and ten minutes’
ordinary chat, and—that was all.
A man’s voice broke in upon her
thoughts. He was the same who had
been talking to Hilda Carson in the
evening, and Miss St. Quentin enter-
tained at very kindly feeling for him.
She made room for him beside her,
and they began to talk.
Presently Hilda passed by, looking so
sunny and animated that Miss St.
Quentin paused in her talk to look at
her. ‘
“What a dear little girl?” she said.
“Who is she, Mr. Cresswell? I saw you
talking to her just now.”
“Little Miss Carson,” he said, follow—
ing the little, white figure with his
eyes. “She is General Carson’s-0:11:
daughter, and a very nice girl. A great
admirer of yours, by the way, Miss St.
Quentin.” '
“You must introduce us, by-and-by,”
Miss St. Quentin said smilingly. “She
looks so fresh and nice. I don’t think
I ever saw her before.”
"No; but I suppose she will be more
in town after her marriage.”
“Oh, is she engaged?”
“Why, yes. Didn’t you know? She
is engaged to Tremain—Major Tre—
main. It seems he went'to stay wrth
the Carsons, and that it was a case of
love at first sight. All the other fel-
lows in his regiment thought him a
regular hardened old bachelor, so it
has been a good bit talked about.”
Miss St. Quentin leaned back and
fanned herself slowly.
“You know Tremain, I suppose?”
Mr. Cresswell continued, not looking
at his companion, as he spoke, but
watching Hilda Carson as she stood
talking to some one, with her sunny
smile. .
“Slightly,” she said. “I used to know
him years ago. He is-or was—very
pleasant.” ’
“Oh, yes; he’s generally popular.
“Why,” turning suddenly round. “I’m
afraid you’re not very well. Can I get
you anything?”
“Nothing, thank you. It is only neu-
ralgia,” she said quietly. “I am afraid
I must go. I am subject to it, and it
is very bad to-night.”
“I’m awfully sorry!”
He was full of sympathy and eager
proffers of assitance, and when he put
her into her carriage
with reiterated regrets.
“I hope the pain will be gone in the
morning," he said.
But the pain did not pass in the
morning.-:_-The Sketch.
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shook hands
A GUST or WIND.
BY JACK ROBINSON.
“"’ you have one scrap of sympathy
for ...-serable mortals, dear Eva, pleas:
bestow it upon me, as I am the most
unhappy creature in existence. The
exp]. nation is contained in five words:
.lack and I have quarrelled. It happen-
ed last night at Madame Vale’s party.
i flirted a little, just to make him jeal-
ous. l-l: censured me for my behavior,
and I laughed in his face, denying his
right to interfere. We are not en-
gaged, you know, but I like Jack bet-
ter than any one else, and I am sure—
at least, I think he likes me, but he
has not told me so, and I can’t very
well propose to him. Now he will nev-
er come near me again, and Lam mis-
erable. I wish ”
“Daisy! Daisy!" cried an impatient
voice in the distance.
Daisy sprang up to answer the sum-
mons. It was a warm day in spring
and she had moved her desk near the
Vopen window. During her absence the
wind took unwarranted liberties with
the papers thereon. First, it blew
them together in a promiscuous heap,
then scattered them, and finally lifted
one sheet up and bore it out of the
window.
Daisy re-entered the room in time to
see the paper float beyond her reach.
“Oh, there goes my letter!” she cried
in dismay, and fairly flew out of the
room and down the stairs.
In another minute she was in the
garden, and had rushed almost into
the arms of a man who Was coming
up the path. Upon raising her eyes,
she beheld Jack Alexander holding a.
sheet of paper in his hand.
“Jack—Mr. Alexander—give that to
me. It is my letter.”
Jack’s eyes twinkled.
“Your letter?” he said, holding it be-
yond her reach. “Well, the wind waft-
ed it to me, so I suppose I am at lib-
erty to read it.”
“Oh, no, no! You must not! It is
to Eva, and not a word of it is true.”
Mr. Alexander elevated his eyebrows.
“Indeed! I am surprised; that you
should commit yourself to falsehoods
on paper. Is that your usual style?”
“Jack,. please, give it to me.”
But he held the letter aloft. As he
was a giant in stature and Daisy the
reverse, there seemed to be no way of
her getting it.
“See here,” he said presently. “I
will give you this—ah—letter, on one
condition.”
“I agree to it,” she said, clutching at
the straw. ‘
"Well, you must say you are sorry
for the manner in which you treated
me last night, and promise not to flirt
any more.”
Her face flushed scarlet.
"I will do nothing of the sort!” she
responded. “You are the one who
should apologize. Your conduct was
atrocious.”
“You have a strange way of turning
the tables. I did nothing which re-
quires an apology. Why, I scarcely
looked at any woman save yourself.
But to return to this letter. I tell you
truly, Daisy. if you do not agree to
my conditions I will read every word
of it."
“Jack, if you do, I’ll never speak to
you again!”
“Well, promise what I ask.
“I will not.”
“Then here goes!” bringing the pa-
per down to his face.
“Oh! oh! I——I promise!”
“Very good,” said Jack.
“Now give me the letter."
"Not so fast. I must see first if you
mean what you say. Kindly answer
each question as I ask it. Are you
sorry for your behavior last night?”
“No—that is, y—e-s.“
“Will you ever flirt any more?”
“I did not flirt. I only amused my-
self a little.” _
“Well, you agree to cease all such
pastime in the future?" _
«She looked rebellious. Jack glanced
toward the paper.
“Yes—but—I will promise nothing
more.”
“An assertion will do quite as well.
Say ‘Jack, I have loved you for a long
time’—-”
“Oh, you conceited creature!
not true!”
The man’s face all at once became
serious. He looked at the girl so fixed-
ly that her eyes fell.
“Is that really the case, Daisy?” he
said. ' .,
MET PAGE 1 Galley 5
Again the color flamed
cheeks.
“You have no right to ask me such
a question.”
“Why not?”
“Because-Jack, end this
and give me my letter.”
“In a moment. Daisy, will you marry
me?” "
“NO.” ,
Jack’s expression never changed, but
he shook the paper threateningly.
“Oh, how tiresome you are! Well,
then—yes!”
"My darling!” he rapturously cried,
catching her in his arms and kissing
her. “Why would you not give me this
answer long ago?”
Daisy looked up mischievously.
,’
It is
into her
nonsense
“How could I, when you never asked .
me to?” she said.
“Never asked you? By Jove, I be-
lieve I never did! But it’s all right
now. You are my promised wife, and
here is your letter.”
He handed her the paper.. It was a
blank sheet.
An Even Thing.
“That coal,” said Mr. Tenspot to Mr.
BlaCk, who had called for the amount
of the bill, was short. in weight.”
“Then it .is in striking contrast to
the wait I have had for .my money,”
replied the cool denim—New- York
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FIGHTING JO. SHELBY.
Anl‘cduljt'fi 'Iold of the Famous Confeder-
ate General.
Can Jo 0. Shelby, for he ever signed
his name in that way, was a char-
acter" with more phases than are ever
wrought out by the moon, writes a. cor-
respondent of the Chicago Times-Her-
aid. I knew him‘ before, during, and
after the civil war, more intimately
after peace was declared and he had
returned from self-expatriation in
Mexico. . .
After the war I first encountered
Gen. Shelby in connection with “the
James boys’ gang,” and was especially
intimate with him during Frank
James’ trial at Gallatin, Daviess Coun-
ty, the home of Congressman Dockery
of the Third Missouri District. Jesse
James had been assassinated in St. Jo-
seph by Bob and Charley Ford, and
in the summer of 1889 Frank was ar-
raigned for trial at Gallwtin for the
T’:~z::.on train robbery, during which
Conductor VVe-stfall and a railway la-
borer, Callahan, had been killed by the
raiders. Gallatin, an antiquated Mis-
souri town, became a. scene of excite-
ment continuing three weeks. Stores
were emptied to give sleeping room to
those attracted to the trial. And
among these were hundreds of ex-C-on-
foderates. Chief among these old sol-
diers of “the lost cause” was Gen. Jo
.0. Shelby. Frank James had been a
soldier in his command, “and a. good
one, sah,” he emphasized in his Ken-
tucky dialect,” and I am hyar, sah, ta
see fa’r play.” And besides the Gen-
eral there were troops of rough riders,
men who had “rid” with Qu'antrell as
well as Shelby, and who had raided
with Morgan. N ot only exciting, but the
times were tempestuous, and at any
moment , if the word had been given,
Frank James would have been whirled
out of the court room at the head of
as desperate a lot of men as ever rode
through the brush. But it is undoubt-
edly due to Gen. Shelby, though never
avowed, that “the word” was not giv-
en. But to better illustrate this con-
trol of these men, who came into town
from all parts of Missouri, Arkansas,
Texas, Indian Ternito-ry, and Kentucky,
let this story tell:
One day during the trial the General
invited a detachment of his friends, as
numerous as a squadron of cavalry, to
join him in a drink. Repairing to the
one saloon in the town, on entering it
was found to be full of ex-bushw‘hack-
ers who at times Iliad-belonged to Shel—
,by’s rough riders. A good many of
’em were full too. The General stalked
in and commanded:
“You men get out of here.
had enough. Get out.”
They meekly obeyed. Bill Pool, Bill
Gregg, Dud Palmer, who married Susie
James, a sister of “the boys,” and half
a hundred more walked out without a
word of dissent some of them even set-
ting down their liquor untouched.
“Now” said the General as the room
was cleared, “we gentlemen will take
a drink.”
Turning .to Frank Tutt, a Missouri
Pacific detective, I whispered: “Those
men do not seem to realize that the
war is over.”
”You bet they don’t,” replied he,
“when the old General is around.”
Gen. Shelby was a witness for the
defendant, Frank James. When sum-
’moned into court, quite early in the
morning, after a campfire seance the
night before, the Old General was in an
elaborate mood. When called upon to
take the oath by the clerk, he assumed
a. haughty military pose and exclaim-
led:
“Not until I have 'had an introduc-
tion to the court, an honor which I
have not yet enjoyed.”
. Pacified, the General gave his testi-
mony, and was taken in hand on cross-
examination by William H. Wallace,
prosecuting attorney. Wallace said:
“Do you know Bill Ryan?” (a for-
mer member of the gang.)
“I do, sah,” was answered curtly and
pugnaciou‘sly.
“What kind of a. locking man is he?”
”He has as villainous a countenance
on him, sah, as you have yourself, Mr.
Wallace.”
Meeting a lady, he- would take off his
broad lbrim, slouch white hat, and,
bowing 10w, would say in a most defer—
ential tone:
“Your .servanlt, madam,” and stand
uncovered before her, no matter how
long the conversation was protracted.
At his home in Bates County, one of
the largest wheat farms in Missouri,
he was the prince of hosts. Let a. ltrav-
eler apprbach, he was at the door to
meet him. “Dismounrt, dismount!” he
would exclaim, and then, receiving his
guest, would conduct him with cordial
expressions of hospitality into the
house, shouting from the hallway to
his wife: ,
“Bettie, Bettie, Mr. -—— is here; bring
him a. toddy.”
Just as hospitable and genial as her
husband, Mrs. Shelby would appear,
followed by a negro girl Wi'th a tray
in her hands, and the home of the
Shelbys became the home of the guest
as long as he wanted to make it so—
for a day, week, month, or year.
.You have
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long, weary, wakeful night. and a
struggle to breathe was before him.
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Sworn to and subscribed before m~ this,
August 4th, 1891.
J. M. LAMBERT, N. P.,
Comanche County, Texas.
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PUBLIC LIBRARIES.
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Angeline Scott, 103 Washington, S. N.
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS.
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Allen, Sarah E., Mrs. 11 New, E. N.
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Baldwin, Arthur H., 83 Wall, N.
Bean, Wright B., 5 W. ave., S. N.
Benedict, George W., 25 W. ave, S. N
Bohannan, Chas. 0., 64 S. M., S. N.
Bohannan, John G—., 64 S. M., S. N.
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Burke, W (3., Jr., Wash’n, S. N.
‘ Barbell, Francis In. 76 S. Main, S. N.
Clark, Arthur N., 47 S. Main, S. N.
Coburn, J. M., 55 S. Main, S. N.
DeWolfe, D. C., 64 S Main, S. N.
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Fairchild, J. 3., Winnipauk,
Glines, W. C., 59 Wall, N.
Gregory, James G., 5 W. ave., N.
Higgins, Royal L., 55 W. ave., N.
Hitchcock, Dexter, 16 W. ave., N.
Hitchcock, Walter, 68 Wall, N.
Huntington, S. H., 129 Main, N.‘
Kennedy, John T., 18 S. Main, S. N.
McGonegal, G. R., 59 West ave., N.
Pardee, E. V. D., 35 N. Main, S. N.
Peck, Eli J., 66 Gregory B. R., E. N.
Phinney, L. N., 26 W. ave.,.N.
Schavoir, Fredk., 9 Wash’n, S. N.
Sherer, Henry C , 10 Wash’n, S. N.
Smith, Edwin E., “Kensett,” N.
Tito, V. G., 2 Burbank, S. N.
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Robbins, 71 East ave., N.
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kinson, Main street, Rowayton.
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Richard 0. Sherwood, 7 West ave. S. N.
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Thomas K. Noble, corner Park and
Lewis streets, N.
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.H. Beard, West street, ‘unction North
‘Maln and West svem' '
Swedish Bethlehem j cons-arm.
Rev. Otto Swanson, Riverside avenue,
7'- 'German: 'Evangéliceil L St. ‘ Peter’s-v
'~' St. Paul’s Episcopal—Rector, Rev. s.
_B. Pond, East avenue and Church st.,
and Chapel of Our Holy Savior, Berk-
ley street, N. ., ‘ -
7 Grace Protestant: Episcopal—Rector,
, Junction 'Belden avenue and
Cross street, N. ,
Trinity Protestant Episcopal—Rect-
or, Rev. F. W. Norris, Fairfleld avenue
corner of West street., S. N.
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Pastor, Rev. Arthur J. Smith, East
av‘enue corner Henry street, E. N.
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tor, “Rev. F. A. Scofield, West avenue
cogner Mott avenue, N.
irst Methodist Episcopal—Pasta
Rev. A. S. Kavanagh, West ave., S. N“.
West Norwalk Methodist Mission-
Pastor, Rev. Isaac B. Brown, West N.
Methodist Episcopal—Pastor, Rev.
Henry C. Whitney, Main corner Maple
avzlfluie, Rowayton.
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Rev. I. S. Sands, 15 I' ight street, N'or
St. Marys R. C.——Pastor, Rev. John
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Building, N. ouncll, GazetM
' N. E. 0. P., P. C. L
83Nwashington, s. N. ounsmry wage:
orwalk Barbers’ '
infirm, ska, 13 Maln???’ 6b wash-
orwa Club, 63 & 65 Wall N
N. H- F. A, of the . ’ °
Washington, S. N. U H. of N. A" 102
Norwalk Hospital Assoc, 24 Leonard
N ' ’
ave gagalk Lawn Tennis Club, Mott
Norwalk Medi ‘
Wall, N. cal Assoc, 63 & 65
Norwalk Yacht Club, Hickory Bluif,
0. is. A. Lodge 100 Washingt
, S. N
o. D. H. s., Hum on °
Washington, S. N boldt Lodge, 102
Wiflfnltfrs, and Decorators’ Union, 45
Pequonnock Club, 13 Main N
NPine Ledge Outing Club, Rdton Point
. Club House near
"Robert Emmet Club, 20 Wall N
S. A. R., Norwalk Branch, No: 5.
Sons of St. George, Welcome
StriavngerCLtodge, 13 Main street N
in i y Wheel ’ .'
ton, S. N. men, 83 Washing-
O. U. A. M., Defender Council N
U. B. of o. & J., of Amer' ’ ’ -
walk Local, Gazette Bldg, Nlm’ Nor
U. 0. G. C., Sherman Co
Gazette Building, N. '
Central Club, 57 West avenue, N.
Woman’s Exchange, 57 West ave, N.
N
St. J h LonASONIC.
o as ge, Masonic Bid ., .
géd ZVelltLodge” 29 S. Main, SB. N1?
as ing on Chapter, R. A. .
sonic Bldg, N. M ’ Mb
Butler Chapter, 26 S. Main, S. N.
Clinton Commandery, K. T.,
sonic Bldg, N.
mandery,
Mar
ODD FELLOWS.
Our Brothers Lodge, 16 Wall, N.
Butler Lodge, 130 Washington, S. N.
Kabaosa Encampment, 16 Wall, N.
Colfax Encampment, S- N.
_- Eureka Rebakah Lodge, 130 Wash-
-1ngton, S. N.
Norwalk Lodge, G. W. 0. of 6. F..
83 Washington, S. N.
FORESTERS OF AMERICA.
Court Mahackemo, 83 Wash’n, S. N
Court Narruk, Gazette B’l’d, N.
Star of Columbia Circle, 83 Washing-
ton, S. N.
ROYAL ARCANUM.
Ponasus Council, Water, S. N.
Sherman Council, 126 Wash’n, S. N
TEMPERANCE SOCIETIES.
I. O. G. T., Washington Lodge
Cranbury.
Concord Division, Gazette B’l’d., N.
Minnehaha Division, 83 Wash’n, S. N
Rising Star Division, Crow’s Hall
Rowayton .
W. C. T. U., City Mission Room, S. I
S YN W. C. T. IL, City Mission Reel:
._ G. A‘. R.
Buckingham Post, Well, N.
Buckingham. W. R. C; '1. A. 12.. Ha'
Douglass Fowler Post, 15.1.2 Washlni
ton, S. N. " ’ 2
Douglass Fowler Poul, R. (3., 2t
Washington, S. N. - . ;
O. S. Ferry Command. 1.3 Washln.
lemon. . . _ -
Pastor; Rev. Mr. Kohler, North Main.
. street, 8. N.
Norwalk Chronicler