THE EVENING GAZETTE
TRAGEDY on COMEDY
".1 ’ I
I kueéir George Arbuthnot pretty
well.;fol-‘,"two years—ever since he had
'been married,“in fact and considered
himi.a.irising follow in the literary
world. He had not done anything very
gfeat, but his work was distinctly
promising, and his name was gradual-
ly making. itself known. Unluckily,
'he had married the wrong woman.
But my friend was not like some
men—he did not whine and cry, be
. 'made the best of it. He did not go out
.and search for a “twin soul” to Whom ’
he might confide his maritalsufferiugs
though, Phoebus knows. he had
enough to put up with. It was not
bad temper. It was jealousy—bitter,
mean, incessant jealousy—that grudg-
cd him even his literary fame. . Aga-
tha Arbuthnot was one of those little,
pale, blue-eyed women, with.a spit..-
ful tongue and a narrow heart, who
have ruined the career of many a sen-
sitive man. She hated to hear her
husband’s praises sounded in her
ears. .
One afternoon. Agatha was slanging
Arbuthnot because some women who
had happened to call the day before
had gush-ed, and told her how fortu-
nate she was to he the wife of such
a rising genius. Her face was crim-
son with anger. and her voice very
shrill as she mimicked her callers.
"Dear Mrs. Arbuthnot! How proud
you must be of your clever husband!
He's quite a genius. How I envy you
living with the man who can write
such exquisite stories!”
“Clever! Exquisitell A genius! I
never saw any genius in your silly
tales. Beastly rot, I call them. I wish
to goodness I’d married Henry vJeu~
kins instead of you. At any rate,
people wouldn’t have praised him up
just in order to run me down. I know
What they mean. 1‘ course I’m stupid
and brainless and sillyr—no-t good
enough for you to wipe your boots
011—77 "
And then Arbnthnot did the most
sensible thing possible. He walked out
of the diningr room, and locked himself
up in his study.
George’s den wasn‘t much of a
“study,” merely a smoke-begrimed
den. furnished 25.11 a second-hand bu-
reau. two orth- chairs, and some
shelves of: books. Agatha called it.
“Georg-3’s sulking room,” but I knew
it was the only haven of refuge Ar-
huthnot could find in his own house.
“A. 1119.11 must dice his own weird."
Arliuth‘uclt said, as he sat down wear-
ily at the bureau and looked at the
sheets of paper that littered over his
desk. "I’m not the only fool who’s
found marriage a failure; and after
all. I’ve got a brain as well as a
heart. I'll give myself up to work, and
wasze no time in morbid self—pity.
That's a form of cowardice that leads
to the cutting of one‘s throat; and it
I‘ve exhausted the possibilities of
marriage, I’ll be hanged if I’veex-
li:lll$f(‘.t1 the possibilities of life.”
He smiled griniiy, and taking from
one {of the pigeon holes a notebook,
laid it on his desk and began 'to read
its contents.
From that day .arbuthnot progress—
ed swiftly through the book that was
so make his name. This was to be his
masterpiece, wherein he wo id show
his best of brain and heart; and, as
the weeks rolled on and the novel
neared its end, Arii‘utihnot realized his
work was good, and in that knowledge
:‘rould afford to live, and did live, with-
out love and sympathy.
In truth, he needed every support
that werk and philosophy couldgive a
man. Agatha.’s conduct grew daily
more shrcwish and violent. and her
tongue less fastidious in its choice of
words.
“So you‘ve taken to locking yourself
up in your sulking room,” she cried
one day, when Arl_t-.;thuot had perforce
Tex-gen compelled to answer her heavy
hanging on his study door. “It’s a nice
thing when a husband comes to lock
himself up from his wife! I suppose
my society’s not good enough for such
a clever than as you.”
Arbuthnot saw that she wasin one
of her paroxysms of rage, and resolved
to control his own feelings.
“I wanted to finish some work,” he
said calmly, looking at the floor iii—.2
Iercd with loose sheets of paper. “Ami
this room is hardly lit for a lady's soci-
ety. You see. I have scarcely a chair
that is unoccupied with books.” ’
"Yes, it‘s a horrid hole,” assented
Agatha. curtly;- "but you men who
write are more like pigs than human
beings. Just loo}; at the dust on that
ulcsk; it’s shameful. And Sarah says.
you won't let her touch your papers.
l‘m ashamed to have such a. dirt}?
room in my house: l'il come and dust
it 1nySelf to-morrow."
At these words Arbuthnot lost. his.
philosophical self-control.
“I must ask you not to touch the
papers onmy desk,” he said, hastily.
"i_."'a'llo:v Sarah to brush anddust er-
erything in the room but. my desk,
aodthat 1 attend to myself.”
"Of course you fly at my throat
. when I offer to do anything for you,"
said Agatha. angrily. letting: her hand
fajl on the desk and crumpliug
of the loose sheets; together.
speak to you but what I do
That; comes of marrying a
You’re enough to make any
want to drown herself!”
“i beg your pardonif I spoke has-
’fi
Cw
several ,‘
“i can't
wrong.
genius:
woman
- said Arbuthnot, triumphantly.
_ tilv," said :Arbuithn'tit. . ruefully con~
tenq'il:5ifiug the, sheets of paper which
Agatha was fast 't'ruinpling into hallsfi
“but I’ve nearly finished my book, and‘
these sheets of paper are rather valu-
ablt'.” _ '
Agatha threw
ble.
“And this book is to make you fa- '
mous?” she asked. with bitter con-
tempt. “I suppose, when it’s pub
lished, every one will come in and
the balls onto the ta-
énvy me because I am the wife of th;
genius, George Arbuthno .” ‘
Her scomful emphasis only brought»
a smile to Arbuthnot’s face.
“I don’t know about that,” he said,
good temperedly, “but it’s the best
work I’ve done yet. And if it’ssuc—
cessful, Agar-haul shall be able to buy
you that diamond bangle you coveted
the other day.”
But even the reference to the dia-
mond bangle failed to move Agatha.
“How long will it take you to finish ‘
it?” she, asked, slowly, looking down
at the untidy desk.
“I hope to finish it by next week,"
"I‘ve
allowed Lorrimer. The \V-eekly Review
man, to see some parts of it, and he‘s
expressed a very favorable ' opinion
and. Brink’s it’s bound to be a suc-
cess.” ,
Agatha’s eyes narrowed at the cor-
ners.
"Lo-rrimer’s a fool,” she said. angri-
ly.
It was one cold afternoon, ten days
later, that Arbuthnot stood on his
doorstep in the act of inserting his
l-atchkey, smiling at some pleasing
reminiscences of his recent talk with
his publisher.
Suddenly a wild, terrified cry broke
from the heuse, followed by scream
aft-er scream, reiterated with such in.
tensity of anguish that Arbuthnoi
himself caught the infection of terror,
and fumbled with trembling hands at
the, latchkey.
At last he managed to open the
door and run into the hall. A fearful
sight «met his eye. From this study
door flew something—an .object envel:
oped in writhing flames, and from it
there came piercing, agonizing shrieks
As the draught from the open door
blew fiercely down‘the corridor the
flames leaped higher and higher round
their living' prey? until Arbuthnot
sickened gaze saw. "nothing but a bril-
liant ball of fire.
God! It was Agatha! Mad with tor-
ture, the flaming figure dashed toward
him and threw out its arms in agony.
Arbuthnot caught it in a tight em-
brace, and with all his strength hurled
himself and the shrieking figure onto
the carpeted floor and rolled over and
over until at last the flames were
beaten out and he knew the tire was
conquered.
Three hours later the dOctor came
softly down stairs. He had used all
his skill to bring life back to the dis-
figured body that now lay motionless
on the bed. It was all in vain. Aga-
tha’s injuries were beyond all help,,
and she had lived only three hours af-
ter Arbnthnot had carried her up-
stairs.
Her husband had never left her
side, and, though badly burned about
the hands and face, had scarcely real-
ized his own injuries. As he looked at
that cruelly disfigured face, now
swathed and hidden in bandages, a
rush of tears blinded his eyes, and he
knew that all past differences were
swept away, and that Agatha would
live henceforth in his memory only
as the woman he had once loved with
all his heart. Before life flickered out
in that suffering body, Agatha opened
her eyes once and met her husband’s
gaze fixed with intense pity and love
upon her face. To Arbuthnot it
seemed that she pleaded dumbly for
forgiveness. but even as he looked the
lids closed again,.and in a few mo-
ments A'gatha’s spirit had slipped into
the great silence. . . .
When all was over, Arbuthnol
stooped and kissed the cold, pale lips.
Later in the evening he went down
stairs to his study. -As he entered the
room a shudder ran through his body:
'he remembered the figure of flame
that had leaped into his arms but a
few hours ago, and his heart was torn
at the llumght of Agatha’s sufferings.
As yet it was a mystery how she
had caught fire. Presumably she had
been warming; hers-elf in his study,
and ”her thin grenadine dinner dress Q
bad swept too near the flames. A few
dull red. embers still glowed in the
grate. Arbuthnot lit the lamp and sat
down mechanically to his desk.
"Thank. God for work!” he said,
with a deep sigh. “At least I can for-
get for a. time—‘5
He opened the deep drawer wherein
his pile of manuscripthad lain ready
for the printer’s hand. One or two
omissions could easily be rectified
now, and the work would soothe his
weary heart and brain; Bututhe
drawer stood empty. Hastdy he
pulled out its counterpart. 1'0; that,
too, held nothing. With feverish hands
he rumaged ehcb pigeon hole, turned
everything out. of his bureau. sought
on the chairs, the tables. The manu-
script had disappeared!
A fearful thought darted into his
brain. He ran to the fireplace—his
eyes fell on some charred ashes in the
tendon—Black and White.
An Honest King.
Whoever reads the following must
own to a feeling of respect for the
honest King. King Frederick VI. of
Denmark. while traveling through Jut-
land, one day entered a village school
and found the children lively and in-'
, telligent and quite ready to answerihis
questions.
“Well, youngsters,”he said, “what
are the names of the greatest kings of
Denmark?” _ .
With one accord they cried outL:Ca-
nute the Great, Waldemar and Chris-
tian IV.” .
Just then a little girl, to whom the
schoolmaster had whispered some-
thing, stood up and raised her hand.
“Do you know another?” .asked the
king.
“Yes, Frederick VI.”
“What great act did he perform?”
The girl hung her head and stam-~
, mered out. “I don’t know.”
“Be comforted, my child,” said the
king. “1 don’t know, either.”—Tit‘-
1:1 [5-
. A STRIKE IN PHARAOH’S TIME.
Workman Had Tho-it Grievance. Then I.
N ow.
The earliest istrike occurred about
/' THE WEAKNESS OF CHINA.
I fie Emperor:- Weep; as He Sign: Disgraeo-
fut Treaties. ’
i' 1450‘ B. C., or upward of thirty-three No army has invaded China since
centuries ago. Pharaoh was building zthe, Japanese retreated. No fleet has
a new temple of Thebes. The masons
received very little cash, but a quan-
tity of provisions, which the contractor
thought-sufficient, was handed to them
on the first day of each month. Suffi-
cient or not, they mostly ate it before
the time had elapsed. On one occas-
ion many of them had nothing left
quite early‘ in the month, so they
marched to the contractor’s house, be-
fore which thcy squatted and refused
to bulge until justice was done. The
. contractor persuaded them to lay their
ldistress before Pharaoh, who was
about to visit the works, and he gave
them a handsome supply of corn, and
so all went on well for that month.
But the same state of things recurred
by the middle of the next, and for
some days the men struck work. Vari-
ous conferences took place, but the
men declined to do a stroke until they
were given another supply of food.
They declared the clerks cheated them,
used false weights, and so forth, famil-
iar enough complaints in this country
under the truck system. The con
tractor not complying with their de-
mands they marched to the gogernor
of the city to lay their grievances be-
fore him, and he tried to get them to
return to work by smooth words, but
that was no use, and they insisted on
having food. At last, to get rid of
them, he drew up an order for corn
on the public granary, and the strike
was at an end—St. Louis Republican.
GEN. JOE WHEELER.
A Georgia Friend Tells How He Once Un-
)nasked a Battery.
At the battle of New Hope Church,
between Atlanta and Chickamauga,
Gen. Walker sent Major William H.
Ross, who was on his staff, to ascer-
tain from Gen. W'heeler, who occupied
an advance position, what was in his
front.
with one leg over the pommel of the
saddle. Savlut-ing him, Major _Ross
said:
“Gen. \I’alker intends to make a.
charge at this point, and would like to
know if the enemy has a masked bat-
tery in front of us.”
“I don‘tknow, Major,” Gen. Wheeler
replied. “but I can soon find out,” and
swinging into position in his saddle,
he galloped up to a slight eminence,
accompanied by Major Ross and his
staff, and planted a guidon. A mo-
ment later a puff of smoke in the dis-
tance and the sputtering shriek of a
shell as it flew over them, showed what
was ahead.
Turning to Major Ross, the General
said: “Give Gen. \Valker my compli-
ments, and say there is a masked bat-
tery in front of us.”
Major Ross ventured the remark
that it was a rather risky way of un-
masking a battery.
“The first shots always fly 'high,"
was the coo-l reply. “It’s the shots
that follow that are dangerous."
“When I returned and reported to
Gen Walker,” said the Major, “1 re-
quested him “to send some one else the
next time he wished batteries un-
masked by Gen. Wheeler.”——Macon
(Gm) Telegraph.
Margaret Fuller’s Good Shot.
Mrs. Horace Greeley had a strong
antipathy to kid gloves, and never
wore them on any occasion. One day,
it is said, she met Margaret Fuller on
the street, and instead of greeting her
with any usual salutation, she touched
Margaret’s hand with a-s-hudder. ex-
claiming: “Skin of a beast! Skin of a
beast!” - .
“ 7hy, what do you mean?” asked
Margaret, in surprise. “What do you
wear?”
“Silk,” returned Mrs. Greeley, “silk
always.”
Margaret touched her hand and
shuddercd, saying, “Entrails of a
worm! Entrails of a worm!”—Ex-
ch an ge.
WlT AND HUMOR.
Mr. Housekecp: “Did yo] ask the
new girl why she left her last place?”
Mrs. Housekeep (in amazement):
“\Vhy certainly not. I never look :1
gift horse in the mouth. if she hadn‘t
left. her last place she wouldn’t be
here.”
”To think,” said the visitor, “that
you willhave to go through life an
ex-convict.”
“’Well, miss,” replied Crowbar
Claude. “to tell you the truth. just at
present there ain’t. nothing I’d like
more to_ be.”—\Vashington Star.
“Bobby.” cried 'l‘adley to his young
hopeful, angrily. “my father used to
whip me when I behaved as badly as
you are doing.”
“Well,” answered Bobby thoughtful-
ly, “I hope I’ll never have to tell my
little boy that.”-Truth.
“They say now that love is control-
led by vibration." .
“That’s so. I trembled when I pro-
posed, tremblcd when I asked her
father for her. trembled at the altar,
and she has kept me trembling in my
boots ever since.”—etroit Free Press.
Mr. Hunker—I have a speaking ac-
. quaintance with Miss Throckmorton.
Mr. Spatts—You are very lucky. All
her other acquaintances are listening
; acquaintances—Judge.
9 “Has your daughter made her de-
but yet, Mrs. Green?”
. "I don’t think she has. She. ain’t
obliged to make her own things you
kpow. We can afford to buy the
‘ belt.’ .1
He found the General on his horse._
. awakening.
‘shelled her ports. There has been no
rebellion in any province. , The Em-
peror is as absolute as ever, the organ-
ization of his Government is quite
complete, his counsellors are those he
has always trusted, his people are sub-
missively loyal, but the life of the
whole is apparently suspended. Any
Power asks anything and it is unwil-
lingly conceded, the energy to offer
even passive resistance, to sit still and
await the will of the superior Powers.
is apparently absent. The Emperor
weeps silently as he signs disgraceful
treaties, but he signs them. His coun-
sellors rage as each demand is pre-
sented, but they advise acceptance.
His army flits from port to port at the
bidding of each foreign invader, ap-
parently without an idea of firing a
shot. His people, 300,000,000 of peas-
ants and artisans, who have held to-
gether for 3,000 years, who are indi-
vidu‘ally brave, industrious and effi-
cient, look on quietly, striking no
stroke, making no cry, deserting, yet
worshipping their imperial lord.
They are beyond measure proud,
but their pride does not stir them to
action. They hate the invaders as In-
dians hated Spaniards, but their hate
gives them no energy. They possess
resources even for war almost Without
limit, but they accept passively the
dictation of flhe owners of a few ships.
They do not even rise in magnificent
incohorence as the Peruvians did, and
try to crush the invaders by mere num‘
bers, but look on passively as if the
terrible scene going on, which makes
even the greedy invaders from the out—
side lament, were no business of
theirs. Nothing like it in history, says
Mr. Balfour; there is nothing like it
in fiction or in verse, for _no imagina-
tion, once stirred ‘to exert itself, could
dream of such passivity. It seems in-
credible even to men.who know Asia.
and make them doubt whether the im-
pression on their minds is not a dream
from which there will be a rough
China, said M. Hanotaux,
with the grim humor of the French lit-
terateur, “is a corpse, the stench of
which will poison Europe;” but it is
not a corpse, there is the miracle of it.
China is a living being, in apparent.
health. from which the soul has tem—
porarily departed—London Spectator.
A PLAINSPOKEN DRESSMAKER.
Her Blunt. Remarks Not Always Enjoyed
by the Patrons.
There is a certain dressmakcr in a
New England village who always
finds customers in spite of her lack of
tact.
one patron after another she does not
lose them. Her ruffles are too even,
and her biases too far above reproach.
Here is a specimen of her conversation
while she “fits” a customer.
“I guess I’ll cut this a little mite
lower. You’ve got a real pretty neck.”
Then, when the customer unconscious-
ly bridles with satisfaction, she adds,
“It’s your one good point.” She goes
on Shipping and pinning. “There!”
she exclaims, standing off to view the
effect, “That’s what I call a lovely
back, Your’s is a little bowin’, but I
make allowances when I cut!” The
customer begins to feel herself a mon-
strosity, but her innocent tormentor
continues, “Why, I'never saw that
dimple in your wrist! How nice that
is!” Hope revives, but only to sink
again. “But I" guess I won’t. make the
sleeves any shorter for that. You see
your hands are pretty good size, and
a fall of lace would help to cover ’em."
So the ordeal continues, and the cus
tomer feels that she has reached the
lowest notch of humility. Only as
she is leaving does she pluck up cour-
age to ask,—— .
“What do you think of red velvet
for my new evening dress?”
“Lovely! Only I’d get a dark velvet
for a lady your age!"
Anyone. Good Enough for :1 Bishop.
Bishop Lawrence. of Massachusetts,
tells a good story on himself and Pres-
ident Eliot. of Harvard. then Phil-
lips Brooks was elected Bishop a few
years ago, President Eliot. met Dr.
Lawrence, who was then dean of the
Episcopal Theological School, at Cam~
bridge, and said to him: “The Church
has 'made the greatest mistake of a
lifetime. Brooks was the pivot around
which we revolved in Boston: now you
have spread him all over the State.
Any one would have done forBisliop.”
Years after, when Phillips Brooks had
gone to his reward. and Dean Law-
rence had been chasm in his place, he
met President Eliot in the street again.
The latter was warm in his congratu-
lations. “My dear Bishop,” he said.
“I must congratulate you. The Church
couldn’t have made a better selection.
i thought you should have been the
choice when Brooks was chosen.”-
Philadclphia Ledger.
A Budgr-v. of Famous Dislikes.
Nelson, it is said, could not eat a
periwinkle——a. dainty then, as now, of
the lower classes—and Wellington is
reported to have fainted at the sight
of a black beetle.
Mackerel made George Stephenson
ill. and a boiled leg of mutton made
Prince Albert shiver.
Charles Dickens could not bear a
freckled face and Lord Lytton ab-
horred suet dumplings.
Napoleon could not stand any one
who refused his proffered pinch of
snuff. . ‘
George Washington believed Wed-
nesday to be an unlucky day, andval-
ways stayedin bed on that day.—New
York \Vorld.
Sea. than in any other place in the
world. The average isone wreck a
day throughout the year.» ‘
Though she innocently offends
There are more wrecks in the Baltic.
RHEUMATISM CURED IN A DAY.
“ Mystic Cure ” for Rheumatism and.
Neuralgia radically cures in 1 to 3 days.
Its action upon the system is remarkable
and mysterious. ' It. removes at. once
the cause and the disease immediately
disappears. ' The first- dose greatly ben-
efits. 75 cents. Sold by Edward P.
Weed, 38 Wall street, W. C. Baur, 55
Wall street, Druggists, Norwalk.
The cat 0’ nine tails must. sink into
insignificance before the animals of
hundreds of tails that. surely exist.
somewhere, judging by the lavish use
of the caudal appendage as a fashion-
able trimming. '
GREAT EXC..TEMEN 1‘ ;.. T‘O 5N
Over the remarkable :u es hr the
grandest spec fic of 6 age 10011
Celery King, .vhich cts as a. atu‘a.
laxative, stimulates he digestive ) -
gans, regulates the iver and k dneys
and is nature's great. healer ani health
renewer. you ave Kidney Liver
and. Blood Disorder do n ) de ay but
call at. our store for a fre" tr 3. )paok-
age. Edward P. Weed, Norwalk Mrs.
Scott. Williamson. Damien.
When one is in a very great hurry it
always seems as though more definite
progress could be made by getting out
of a. train and walking.
Are there any persons who do not
feel that. the whole world is interested
in their new clothes when they give
them an airing for the first time?
Have you ever noticed that if a.
woman has any difficulty in getting
out her car fare the eyes of every pas-
senger are absolutely glued upou her.
Until one has seen the equine ex-
hibit. at Madison Square Garden, New
York, in is impossible to fully under-
stand the meaning of the phrase "horse
sense.”
Can it be that Miss Lottie Collins»
prOposes visiting America. again? The
cabled reports of her attempt at suicide
look that. way.
The eifort to look after other peo-
ple’s business keeps some individuals
so constantly employed that. their own
goes to pieces.
In Warm Weather
many sufferers from wasting diseases,
we have noticed fail rapidly. This we
believe to be due to the fact that the
patient finds greater difficulty in taking
such remedies as have been prescribed.
Especially is this true, if cod liver oil
has been administered. .
we are pleased to say changes all this,
as it contains no fat‘to upset the stomach.
it. tastes delicious, and we know it con-
tains a sufficient amount of the curative
principles of the cod’s liver to make it
a. wonderful builder up.
Specie» lVinol representative.
EDWARD P WEED.
LOO/if 0/350 may.
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Chief, 'ilomas Bradley; Captain,
Wall'sree B? an. He idquarters Gazette
Building.
SOUTH NORWALK POLICE DE-
PARTMENT.
Chief, William Vollmer; Captain,
George -W. Gladstone. Headquarters,
Haviland street.
NORWALK 'FIRE DEPARTMENT.
Chief Engineer, J. TL Prowitt; First
Assistant Engineer, Fred. W. Smith;
Second Assistant Engineer, Thomas S.
Murray; Fire Inspector, George H. Al-
len.
SOUTH NORWALK FIRE DEPART~
MENT.
Chief Engineer, Edward V. Baker;
First Assistant, D. W. Harford; Sec-
ond Assistant, George W. Bogardus;
Secretary Department, Andrew J.
Crossman.
PUBLIC LIBRARIES.
City of Norwalk—Librarian, Miss
Dotha Stone Pinneo, 20 Wall N.
South Norwalk—Librarian‘, Miss
Angeline Scott, 103 Washington, S. N.
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Allen, Lauren M., '15 Wash’n., S. N.
Allen, Sarah E., Mrs. 11 New, E. N.
Baker, Frederick B., 12 F. P., E. N.
Baldwin, Arthur H., 83 Wall, N.
Bean, Wright B., 5 W. ave., S. N.
Benedict, George W., 25 W. ave., S. N
Bohannan, Chas. G., 64 S. M., S. N.
Bohrnnan, John G., 64 S. M., S. N.
Brmvn, F. G., 57 Riverside ave., E. FT.
Burke, W (J., Jr., "tVash’n, S. N.
Burnell, Francis It. 76 S. Main, S. N.
Clark, Arthur N., :17 S. Main, S. N.
Coburn, J. M., 55 S. Main, S. N.
DeWolfe, D. C., 64 S Main, S. N.
Dumortier, John, 9 Wash’n, S. N.
Fairchild, .l. 53.. 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. IL, 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, Freak, 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.
Tracey, William J., 23 W. ave., N.
CHURCHES.
First Baptist—Pastor, Rev. Frank E.
Robbins, 71 East ave., N.
First Baptist—Pastor, Rev. F. V. At.
kinson, Main street, Rowayton.
South Norwulk Baptist——Pastor, Rev.
Richard 0. Sherwood, 7 West ave. S. N.
First Congregational—Pastor, Rev.
Thomas K. Noble, corner Park and
Lewis streets, N.
Congregational—Pastor, Rev. Gerald
H. Beard, West street, “auction North
Main and West avenv “ ‘ .
Swedish Bethlehem Cong—Pastor,
EReN Otto Swanson, Riverside avenue,
German Evangelical , St. Peter’s—
Pastor, Rev. Mr. Kohler, North Main
street, S. N. ' .
St. Paul’s Episcopal—Rector, Rev. S.
B. Pond, East. avenue and Church at...
and Chapel of Our Holy Savior, Berk-
ley street. N.
Grace Protestant Episcopal—Rector,
' ‘, Junction Belden avenue and
Cross street, N.
Trinity Protestant Episcopal—Rect-
or, Rev. F. W. Norris, Fail-field avenue
corner of West street, S. N.
East Avenue Methodist Episcopal-—
Pastor, Rev. Arthur J. Smith, East
avenue corner Henry street, E. N.
Norwalk Metnodist Episcopal—Pas-
tor, Rev. F. A. Scofield, West avenue-
cognertMfitt 1avenue, N. '
II‘S et odist Episcopal—Pastor,
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 Mable
avziguie, Rfivagzoéi.
r can 9 0 lat Episco al—Past
Rev. I. S. Sands, 15 Knight gtreet, N.”
St. Mary’s R. C.—Pastor, Rev. John
J. Furlong, West ave. corner Chapel N.
St. Joseph’s R. C.-—Pastor, Rev. J. .T
Winters, Music Hall, S. N.
Advent—Pastor, am, ~. Van Zandt
avenue, E. N.
Christian Union Association—West
Norwalk.
Union Church Society—Cranbury.
SOCIETIES, ASSOCIATIONS, ETC.
Alphla Wheel Club, 51 Main N. -
American Legion of Honor. 92 Wash-
lnxton. s. N.
A. 0. H., Division No. 1 18 W5
D. of E., Ladies’ Aux' ' '
18 Wall, N. mam A‘ L
A. 0. K., of M. C.,
Gazetae Building, N.
. . K., of M. 0., Pal '
10:1 Washington, 8. N. esune caStle'
ion Singing Society, Madi
Catholic Club, West avenuefOIS: S. N
G., B. L., Bisho- M'
18 Wall, N. P CMahon Council.
D. A. R.,
Club, N.
D. of H., Louis L -
ton, S N. 9089, 102 Washing-
iHikes???astiiaiv.Seengerbund, 162 Wash-
Rfigéotijv'lflnétfist‘s“ 6" ‘“
Washington, S. N. eptasophs,
in; (31., list £11., Uncas Tribe, 118 Wash-
loggigsggeégég 11; 1N1. Schiller Stamm
Wall, N. ., 10 Union Council, 20
K. of H.118 Washi
Westerns. “N 8’
ingbgf 3.133., Union Castle, 83 Wash-
.Wlifslcfli) goggfg Club, Club House near
Nar '
g gifs’lvill’iil‘ts it:
Building, N. y Counc11, Gazer“
N. E. 0. P., P. C. Lou
83NWashington, S. N. nsbury Lodge,
orwalk Barbers’ Union 66 -
lngten, s. N., 13 Main, N. ’ wash
fiagvallk Club, 63 & 65 Wall N
. . .-A,,oftheU. . ' '
Washington, S. N. H or N. A" 101
NNorvvalk Hospital Assoc, 24 Leonard
.Norwa'lk Lawn T '
avenue. ennis Club, Mot
Norwalk Medical
Wall, N. Assoc., 63 & 65
Norwalk Yacht Club, Hickory Bluff,
0. B. A. Lodge 100 Washingto s
o. D. H. s., ’Humboi ’ n 'N'
Wilmington, S. N dt Lodge, 10,
ainters’ and Dec ’ '
Wall, N. orators Union, 45
Pequonnock Club, 13 Main N
Pine Ledge Outing Club, Roton Point
Pioneer Castle,
Norwalk Chapter, Central
102
.Robert Emmet Club, 20 Wall N
361:: R} Ntértwalk Branch, ’No: 5.
o . George W l
Strianger Ltodge, 13 Main street 36mm
Wln Ci y Wheelm ’ .'
ton, S. N. en, 83 Washing-
O. U. A. M., Defender Council N
U. B. of o. & J., of America,’ Nor-
wallIk 5.02:1, Gazette Bldg., N.
. . . G., Sherman C
Gazette Building, N. ' ommandery,
Central Club, 57 West avenue, N.
Woman’s Exchange, 57 West ave. ‘1
MASONIC.
St. John‘s Lodge, Masonic Bldg, N.
01d Well Lodge,, 29 S. Main, S. N.
Washington Chapter, R. A. M., Ma
some Bldg., N. ‘
Butler Chapter, 26 S. Main, S. N.
.Clinton Commandery, K. T.,
sonic Bldg, N. ME’
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-
ington, S. N.
Norwalk Lodge, G. W. O. of b. 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. 0. G. T., Washington ledge
Cranbury.
Concord Division, Gazette B’l’duiN.
Mlnnehaha Division, 83 Wash’u, S. lR
Rising Star Division, Crow’s Hall
Romyton
W. C. T. U., City Mission Room. 53 l
S 1;.“ W. C. T. 73., City Mission Root:
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G. A. R. .
Buckingham Post, Wall. N. .
NBuckingham. W. R. G., ‘3 A. R.. Ha'
Douglass Fowler Post, C13 Washing
ton, S. N.
Douglass Fowler Post, ‘39“. R. G., 26
Washington, 8. N.
O. S. Ferry Command, 3C6 Washing
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