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WEAK LlillunEi‘l.

Watt-I1 Your Boy and Girl l31’11112 lie}
Are Growing. '

Vinol lnvaiuabl e For Weak, Overgro 11.111 or
Debilitated _Boys and GI: 33.

There' is an age when ma. 1y boys and girl:
seem to lack c: and ambition. "lzoy
are without st1e11. 1. dc- not eat and clean -:.3
they should.

No need of asking a doctor the ticuL ,.
Every parent 11110113 they have 210 1.11 1
fast. Every perm.1 also would k1 (.112' 1
propei tonic to give boy or girl a: S11

1 time. It is Vinol,1viuc of cod 1111:: oil, ."
modern 1ebuilde1.

Vinol does good by' its bonefizial action 1191-1
the stomach, whereby it enables this organ
obtain the maximum 1111101: 11tot‘ nourish: 119: t
fromaminimum1111111111o‘f10d.\lithple1:-v
of material at 1111111, 12111111311211 pint-.211 to
create for hcrsefii’ 12:3 flesh tissue and the bone
structure 11 hicli is needed 1'01 21 grouingchil~1‘.
We guaiantec the action of Vinol,a1.1doieiu1d
to any one not satisfied with the we y it acts,
the money which no has paid for it.

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DECEMBER 4,1898.
11mins leave South Norwalk as follOws.
FOR NEW YORK -— Accommodation

trainsat9.36,11:40a. m., 1.11, 3.04, 4.07,
5. 33, 6. 41 8. 11,10. 20 p. m. Express trains
at 4. 55, 5. 45, 6.15, (local). 6.55, (local),
7.13, (local), 7. 54, (local), 8.16, 9.03 (local)
9. 58, 10. 35, 11 35 (local) 8.. m. 12.

2.25, 5.10 5.55, 7.55 p. m. For Washing
ton via Harlem River 12. 53 a. m (daily)

SUNDAYS—Accommodation 9.05 a. m.
5. 35, (local), ).7 20, (l oca1)10.10 p. m. E)
press 4.55, 5.45 a.m .

FOR NEW HAVEN AND THE EAST—
Accommodation trains at 6. 28, 7. 42,
8.46 andll. 42a. m., 1. 12. 2. 42 ,(ton’t,)
4.,18 5.,27 6.27 7.28 (to B_’pt), 915
and 11.15 p. m. Express trains at 1.11
1.20 9.,11 1000, 1108 a. m., 12.02, 3.05
5.04 (Naugatuck Express) 7. 05, 9:05
p.

SUNDAYS—Accommodation 7.42, 9.12
a. m. and 7.15 p. 111. Express J 11 and
1. 203.

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'IHE EVFNlN

MY OLD SPELLING BOOK.

:1 an unfrcquented corner, in the garret
dark and dusty
One day I came across an ancient friend
by char.- ce;
Time had wrinkled up his features, and his
coat was worn and rusty,
But I recognized him at a single glance.
And a flood of recollection rushed and ed-
died o'er me,
And a panoramic vision of boyhood passed
before me,
As I tenderly and carefully the moths and
cobwebs shook
From the comrade of my schooldays—my
bltfe- backed spelling Look

 

On an age- ~colored fly- leaf, in a schoolboy
hand, was scrawled,

The injunction: "Steal not this book, my
honest friend "
“honest friend’ 5"

particularly called
To the fact that “the gallows would sure-
ly be his end "
If he listened to the tempter, and the how
est path forsook,
By purloining from its owner his blue-
backed spelling book.
With its modest “a-b ab." and its meek
and Io-wly "Abel, "
Its tongue twisting‘ ‘phthisics” and Scrip-
tural “Zerubbabel. '

attention was

Glancing through its well- thumbed pages
brought a painful recollection
Of the day I mangled “general” with 3
And of how I donned the dunce~cap fora
season of reflection
On the sin of spelling “colonel” with a
ltk; I!
While memory, with distinctncss, brought
to mind the teacher 5 frown,
The sarcastic smirk of Billy Jones on the
day he cut me down;
Of how Kate Ross smiled’ on him and
curled her lip at me,
Just because I thought “Kentucky” had its
starter in a. “ ‘. ”

Ah, me! my old- time comrade, in the years
forever vanished,
You have caused me trials and tribulan
tions sore;
But from my remembrance
nevermore be banished
The winter‘s day that I obtained the
fl001,
And by a. happy blunder, spelled correct
your hardest word,

there shall

 

From which fact the pedagogue, ina little ,

speech, inferred

That the time was surely coming when to

congress I’d be sent
And “astonish all the natives" by becom-
ing president.

From the dark and dusty garret, where for
years the mice have reveled,

I will place you in. surroundings more re- _
l

fined;
And though with wrinkled features, and a
coat somewhat disheveled,
Your familiar face will always bring to

mind,
The delightful, happy years, when no low- '

ering clouds of sorrow

Mingled troubles of to-day with dark fore-
bodings of -—to —morrow;

And when the brightly flashing eye and
the cheek with healthy glow

Marked the merry-hearted schoolboy of
some 30 years ago. '

—P. C. Fossett, in Golden Days.

§ESW£SQEWIEWWG
g 0n the Hurricane Deck

mammammaammmmamg

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HE OTHER passengers had gone
below to the stuffy staterooms,

only to toss on heated pillows while the _

mosquitoes did their worst.

It was 11 o’clock. Long ago the fat
barber and the head waiter had taken
their guitars and cracked voices into
the texas.

The Louisiana planter gave several
vigourous and audible yawns; then he,
too, went below to his torture. .

The Martha B. Adams slowly and per—

sistently puffed along up-stream with ‘
her cargo .of sugar and molasses and
I

sweltering humanity.
The hot day had reluctantly surren-
dered to the night, and now the

and 5111 cry in the moonlight.
Girl' in the VI hite Pique.

“Don’t apologize for staying; It isn’t
necessary. Forget your conscience for

an hour. This is the last night, you
know.”

“Yes, I know,” said the Girl, thought.-
fully.

The Man put his chair with its back
against the guard-rail. He could see
her better now.

The moon shone full-in her face.

Now and then her white hand flashed
in the moonlight as she brushed back
a v. 111d blown curl.

She laughed uneasily.
tragedy, is it?”

“Please don’t. Of course it isn’t to
you. It’s only an incident. To-morrow
night you’ll be telling your friends
what an uncomfortable trip you had.

“It isn’t a

k

"‘To say nothing of the brother,” men-
tally added the Man.

"And now she—I mean her husband
—has been ordered to Venezuela. She
got the telegram to-day; and I know I’ll
never see her again.’

“Poor little girl! You have y our trou-
b1es,too——dcnt"t you?"

"‘T00. 97’

“Yes-too. You know I’ 111 so scriy to
part with that gentle barber, and the
engineer, and the pilot.”

“You 11eed'n’t.makc fun of me!
fond of Mrs. Templeton.”

“Pompadour, companion and all, I
suppose.”

“But she doesn’t paint.”

“Paint? Who said she painted ?”

“If you’re going to be horrid again to-
night, I’m going. Last night you pre-
tended to think that l flirted with the
boy who came‘on at Cairo. Just because
I wasn’t rude enough not to read that
crazy book he lent me.”

“Please—please don’t go.” The Man
put his hand on the arm of her chair as
if to detain her. “If you’ll stay, I’ll try
to stifle my grief about the barber.
.Won’t you let me tell you about—about
my brother, for instance?”

The Girl looked away toward the Ken-
tucky hills. After awhile she leaned
over and clasped her hands on the
guardrail. Then she looked up into his
face and her voice was almost a whis-

Iam

 

'—

“THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT, YOU KNOW.’ '

per: “If you don’t care—I'd rather you

would tell me about yourself.”

“Temptress! is this the way you tcr-
ture your victims?” He laughed. “Is
that what you said to the little boy from
Cairo?” Then his voice was lower.
“I’ve been trying for a week not to tell
you about myself. I’ve tried to make
myself think that I didn’t care—since
[you didn’t. That I could talk with you
'day after day, and sit here at night un-
der the stars and hear your voice; that
I would be able to smile and say ‘good-
by’ when the time came, and that the
parting would be only the shadow of an
hour. But I can’t forget. Can’t you see
—can’t you feel how impossible it is ?”

The Girl was not laughing now.

“But—but—why must you forget ?”
She had risen, and the blue eyes were
looking down into his earnest, troubled
face.

“Will you let me remember? And to¥
morrow will be—only the beginning?”

He was standing very close to her

i now. but the blue eyes had dropped.

their gaze. He took both her hands in

scorched banks of the Ohio looked cool 1 his strong clasp.
I

“Don’t,” she said. “The pilot is look-

“It’s too hot to try to sleep,” said the . ing.”
l

“I don’t care if the whole Packet
company looks. I love you.”

And the boat toiled on up the river
with her cargo of sugar and molasses

_ and sweltering humanity.

But the M1111 and the- Girl forgot the
heat and the mosquitoes—N. 0. Times-
Democrat.

A Pretty Story of Giving.

The prettiest. story of the giving of
presents that I know anything about is
a chapter in the life romance of an
adorable little woman whois the wife
of an ex-senator from a state in the mid~
dle west. She was a widow when the

' senator first met her, and he a widower.

The people on the boat were so uninter-‘ 2

esting. But there was one very nice
little man who brought you newspa-
pers and fruit and magazines at the
landings.”

“You flatter yourself, I’m afraid,”
laughed the Girl.

“Yes, I suppose I’m an idiot to even
hope that you would remember me the
distance of the stage plank. But you
needn’t laugh.”

Away from somewhere in the depths
of the boat came the voices of roust—_
abouts singing a wierd negro melody.

. unalterable affection.

It was the afternoon of life with both
of them, but he wooed her with the
ardor of a boy and the persistence of
a man. At one time she had definitely
made uphcr mind that her duty forbade
her to marry him, and shetold himso.
She was deaf to his pleadings, and he
went away, asking only that he might
give her some little gift in token of his
She would ac-

' cept nothing but a. trifle—a book—she

The pilot house with its lonely occu- l

pant—the great smokestacks showing

1

dark against the summer sky; the reg- 1

ular chug-chug of the big wheels—wall

the familiar things that had been so.

great a part of their lives for the past
ten days now only reminded him again
of the parting of their ways. He told
himself that he had known just how it
would be from the start.

Confound it all! Why didn’t he bolt

have his feelings trampled upon by
heartless girls? He would have been

far safer in the m ‘ - -
S oking room Of the , in his will, she was ranked as one of

limited.

“Do you know,”——the low, musical’
voice of the Girl had roused him from
his reverie—“I think it is almost bet.
ter not to make new friends, if one has
to give them up at the very start. ”

The Man’s heart began to thump, and
something seemed to be the matter with
his head.

“Now, there is Mrs. Templeton”-a—thc

man ground his teeth—“she has been .

lovely to me, and I'm sure we could al-
ways be the best of friends. She has

said; and a book he gave her. It was
the most magnificent edition to be had,
and on the back was emblazoned the
title: “Paradise Lost.” But later he
added ’to his library—their library, in
fact—“Paradise Regained.”—‘Washing-
ton Post. .
' Dante’s Hell-s.

The latest descendant of the poet
Dante, and the inheritor of all the rel-

,ics appertaining to him, has died child-

less in Florence, and, being‘of an ec-
centric disposition, has left. fortune and
all to an ignorant favorite, 3 footman
whom she had raised from the coach
to the butler’s hall. Countess Jucchini

was married very young to a man whom .

and o b .1 j she did not love and who, happily or '
g y 1‘81 listead of staying to . unhappily, soon died.

She was pos-

' sessed of a large fortune in her own

‘ the richest women in Italy.

right, and her husband, leaving her all

The man

i to whom she left this was not a lover,

‘ of insanity.

told me all about her mother, and her .

brother in the navy. Her mother must

be shunning.”

but, on the contrary, so boorish as to
be distasteful to one of her education
and refinement. The Aligheri family
are to contest the will on Dthe grounds
The relics of the author

of the “Inferno” embrace articles of

great value to the lovers of literature.—
, Cincinnati Enquirer. I
On the Available List.
“Miss Mary, are you sorry that your
sister Evelyn is married ‘2”
“No; it advances me one number." ~-
; Cincinnati Enquirer.

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. chicks will nestle under the hen. Should

' Well first W1: ketched a hen that bed he:

~They biled an onion an' a. lemon, too,

times the chicks must be handled. The

. the side give the hen, or hens, access to

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MOTHER’S CHICKEN PIE.

 

 

 

Our folks have jest) cleaned up a chicken
pie.
An' nommynated me to tell the tale.

eye
On settin' —when her egg desires got,
stale;
Of course, we didn' t do a thing to her,
But chop her head off—she was butter fat,
But sorter aged, if you judge her spur,
But chicken pie, sez I, will settle that.
They cut her up from wing way down to

earn
The women folks—they soaked her over
night,
And then they biled her till she fell apart.
An’ so’st the flavor would come out jest
right,

Right with that chicken—then the chil-
dren gnawed
The bones to start our appytite anew.
Ma lined the dish with pie crust. then she
drawed
A cup of cream, an' beat an egg up white,
With two big spoons of flour—they laid;
the meat '
Inside the dish—it made a- hungry sight.
Then mixed egg. cream and flour and soup
complete
An‘ poured it in—then put a. crust on top,
An 'fiplaked it till. the smell jest seemed to
The kitchen—but I guess I'll have to stop;
My mouth’s a-waterin’ so my tongue
stands still.
—Rura.l New Yorker.

REMEDY FOR GAPES.

It Is Always Effective nuchun Be
Applied \Vlt-hoat Dangei': to the
Youngest. Birds. 1’

 

There are several remedies for
gapes, but the difficulty is that some;

difiiculty occurs mostly on farms upon
which fowls have been kept for years.
It is caused by acollection of small,
threadlike worms in the windpipe of
the chicken. To kill these worms and
not injure the chicken is laborious.
Take a glass tube with a small rubber
bulb (which apothecaries sell for a
“medicine-dropper”), half fill it with
camphorated oil, and inserting the tip
in the windpipe, discharge the oil. A
small oil can used for sewing machines i
may serve in place of the medicine-
drOpper. Operate as follows: Place the
chicken back down between your knees
and hold it gently; open the bill and
draw the tongue. Seize the lower man:
dible and tongue thus drawn out be-
tween the forefinger and thumbnail of
the left hand. This will bring into view
the opening into the windpipe at the
base of the tongue, into which gently
insert the tube and discharge the oil,
using about one drop. Close the bill
and hold-the head still for a few sec-
onds. Then let the chicken go, and it
will cough, spattering some of the oil
out, but enough remains to destroy the
worms, and they will, be coughed up
and swallowed. The gapes continue for
some time after the treatment, but the
remedy will be effectual in every case
if properly applied, and it may be'read-
ily repeated, if considered worth while,
as often as necessary. After a little
practice it is very easily applied and al-
ways succeeds. A breadcrumb upon
which is one or two drops of a mixture
of camphoratcd oil and oil of turpen-
tine forced down the throat is some-
times effectual, but it does not always
reach the windpipe. Pulling out the
worms with the strip of a feather is
painful to the chick. —Farm and Fire-
side.

SITTING-HEN COOLER.

A Device That Has Worked Like a
Charm \threver It Has Been
Given a Trial.

 

When the “good will” of a sitting hen
is not wanted, she most generally be—
comes a nuisance. Hence the reason
why sitting hens receive so much abuse
at the hands of their owners when at-
tempts are made to-“break up” the sit-
ting fever. If rightly handled, the

 

A SITTING HEN COOLER.

“hottest” hen may be induced in a few
days to go to scratching and give up all
idea of sitting, without being cruel to
her, either. Get a grocery box, or some-
thing similar, and convert it into the
affair shown in out. It has no bottom,
but one end has a slopingtop to throw
off rain and also to protect the hen from
the sun. The remainder of the top is
covered with slats. .The two holes at

dishes of water and food, which, by the
way, should be light and small in quan?
tity, to reduce .“biddy’s” condition.
Oats are about the best substitute for
“bread” when refractory hens thus
have to be placed on “dungeon diet.”—
Fred 0. Sibley, in Ohio Farmer.

The Value of Warmth.

Both adults and chicks love warmth.
The hens will select the sunny spots,
especially if protected against the
winds on damp or cold days, while
even on the warmest days of July the

a heavy shower suddenly come up, and
the chicks appear dead, place them near
a stove, or in an oven of moderate heat,
and notice how quickly the apparently
dead chicks will come to life again!
Heat is the great life-giving element.
Should disease of any kind appear al-
ways provide a dry and (warm place.
There is no remedy for roup that equals
warmth, pet that warmth will cure it,
but warmth invigorates the fowl and
enables it to withstand the ordeal.—
American Gardening.

 

 

 
 

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The sudden Epidemic of Grip has startled the coun
try. The doctors confess they I ave 11o suie Cure

1 for it, and this IS seen to be H no in the sudden death
of Garcia and EX- Senator Brice and the alarming in-
crease In the deaih rate.

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