2 NORWALK’GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, JULY 17, 1889. T H E. R EASO N. Life is very sweet just now— Full of light and flowers; ~-»— - Not a single cloud to mar Or give a hint of showers. Life is very sweet and fair, Rosy hued and smiling; With the music of the birds Happy hours beguiling. Life is very sweet. You ask: What can be the reason (Looking blankly at the clouds) Of the rainy season? Life is very sweet because— Because—why not assist me? Sweet in spite of rain or clouds Just because you kissed me. -Abbie C. McKeever in Pittsburg Bulletin. DUST. It was the year 3093. The Stanford uni- versity was holding its twelve hundredth an- niversary. For three centuries and more the great stone wall and bridge across the bay at Ravenswood had been completed, so that most of the professors from the elder univer< slty at Berkeley came by this route, looking down on the upper bay, changed into fields, with orchards of two hundred and fifty years establishment growing where the Nineteenth century sloops and oyst'er boats came to the prehistoric embarcaderos of Mowry’s Land- ing and Alviso. A great industrial univer- sity. Workshops reaching for miles along the beautiful slopes of San Mateo, training schools, art schools, language schools, scien- tific schools. Berkeley for the classics and the humanities, Stanford university for an unparalleled grouping of the great industrial and scientific activities of the race. For mile beyond mile ran the gardens.the green houses, the intensive horticulture which for more than a thousand years had made the valley regions of California the richest and most thickly populated district in the world. Statistics from the census of the year 3090: “Population of California, forty—seven mil- lions; population of the valleys which impinge upon San Francisco, including the valleys caused by the drainage of Suison bay, San Pablo bay, and the upper half of San Fran- cisco bay, twenty-eight millions. One-half of these are in the Sacramento San Joaquin valley, the other half within fifty miles of San Francisco city.” The president of the university, Leland Stanford Ainsworth, a descendant of one of the Oregon Ainsworths of the Nineteenth century, delivered his address: “Science is endless,” he said; “the race goes on, ever im- proving. Those were foolish fears of the men of the dark ages, now almost prehistoric, when this state was founded, this institution patablished. The social order has changed. What they called revolution, and vainly fought, has proved evolution. We have come together, on this twelve hundredth an- niversary, under these ancient stone arches, less to celebrate the past than to plan for the new conquests of nature. Whispers have gone forth to the world that in our chemical labor teaI strgpge discoveries have been made. ese discoveries we give to you to- day, whethcr for human happiness or human misery will depend upon yourselves.” The audience listened with some bewilder- ment. In that great hall, with its arches of weather beaten stone, more than 40,000 peo- ple were assembled, Lat delicate electrical machinery made the speaker’s voice audible and the speaker's face clearly visible to every one in the building, and even to the thou- sands who sat beneath the stately oaks outside. What was this new discovery;i Would it make life better worth living? TVould it give a man longer life? At least it was evident that the discovery was one of thrilling im- portance in the mind of the president. He spoke with the utmost earnestness. “For more than 100 years this university has held as a sacred trust a group of scientific discov- eries made by one of its students. He wrote his formulas down and sealed them for this twelve hundredth anniversary. Three days before its celebration the faculty of this uni- versity was to assemble, break the seals, test the formulas and decide whether to reveal the secrets or to destroy them forever. “To met; we have decided; we d‘ea'te anew pro- fessorship, more important, perhaps, than. any other in existence on the face of the earth. We have chosen a lineal descendant of the discovererof this group of secrets, Pro- fessor Lemuel Jones Carey, and, going back to one of the almost forgotten writers of the Nineteenth century, we name his chair the chair of ‘The Ethics of Dust.” A ripple of half annoyed amusement ran over the audience. Was that all? Only an- other of those interminable modern subdivis ions of biology, or psychology, or both? But the president went on: “Professor Carey was on the right track when this Event occurred. it is remarkable that all his in- vestigations have fitted him to utilize and de- velop this group of new facts. Without him the Ethics of Dust would have had to wait fifty years for an interpreter. With him you can catch a glimpse of its scope today. It isnothing that you imagine. It is not long life; it is not 'money, or happiness, except in- cidentally. But, perhaps, it means all the things which any of you, or all of you, have ever dreamed about." And the president sat down. The wall at the back of the stage opened and revealed a laboratory, strange even to the eyes of chemists there. Professor Carey came foward, and set a curious micro- scope on the stand. Then he looked over the audience and spoke of the great subject. “What we have done is to conquer the ul- timate atom, and discover whether it is healthy or not. If it is diseased, it willpro- duce disease—mental, moral or physical, as the case may be. Every one of us has dis- eased atoms in his system. That is what makes us die too soon; sometimes that is what makes us do wrong. When we find the diseased atom, we cannot destroy it. Noth- ing can. But we can now isolate it so that it can do no harm—at least, not for ages to come. perhaps never again. We can force each atom—each dust mote which floats. about the world—to tell its story; can dis- cover where it has been, and what it has done, and whether it is helpful or hurtful. Since the number of atoms in the atmosphere of the earth is now definitely ascertained, it only remains for the human race to isolate from further evil the diseased atoms as fast as pomible. Then, a few centuries from now, only healthy atoms will remain. This, as I need not explain to you, must mean perfect health, and a great many other things which the newspapers will tell you about.” A great hush fell 0 the audience, as they understood this stupen ous claim. Then mur- murs and cries began to break forth, as peo- ple suddenly spoke to each other, forgetting all else in the presence of the fact. The ulti- mate atom had been conquered. That wel what science and theology for thousands of years had said could never be done. Did it mean wiping out the secret sins, taking away the daily temptation from each one! A wo- man, rich, beautiful, fashionable, rose in the audience and reached out her hands to Pro- fessor Carey. “Take away my selfishness!” she cried. A man in the prime of life, famous over the continent, rose and called. with deep voice of passion. “Take away that which once made me false to my oath!” The professor reached his hands out, and said in 0 tone which stilled the tempest: “I cannot. No one can. You live and die in the race. If the atoms which work you evil come to me, I will bind them fast. I cannot draw them from you. Cast them out so that humanity may put them in chains. Help others to cast them out. Help me in my work. It is atom by atom that we re- build the human temple.” The man and the woman sank back in their places and a great pent up sigh swept over the audience, but, no one spoke again. The professor went on: “All things tell their secrets at last. Every mote of dust has its story, from the pollen dust of the wild rose on the slopes of Chimborazo to the star dust left but yesterday in Our atmosphere by the great comet Hierophanta. Here, in this room, there is dust from the ruins of an- cient London, earthquake-swallowed five cen- turies ago. Out of the caves of the giant cave bear of Europe, out of the castles of robber barons on the Rhine, out of the depths of the ocean and the heart of the earth, these dust motes come in our midst, after myriad wanderings, and our science can now reveal the story of each one of them all.” The professor bent, and looked through his microscope. “There is a flake of dust here,” he said, “which we will examine. It floated on the plate just now while I was speaking.” He threw a magnified reflection on a screen, till the flake of dust seemed a. hundred feet across; he dropped chemicals upon it and winnowed everything from the center. There was the atom at last; all the rest that it had drawn to itself had disappeared. Again the professor spoke: “It is evil, and yet you shall see it.” On the screen fell the reflection of a vast drop of blood, and i n the heart of the drop was a picture of strife on a desert edge, near a palm by an altar, and a clock struck the centuries backward in the ears of the audience, till they knew that the blood was the first drop of blood ever shed in the world from man by his fellow man. “It is an atom,” said the professor, “that makes disease wherever it goes. N ow it shall wander forth no longer. ” He put it into one of his vials and fastened it up. Then he went on with dust mote after dust mote from the air about him, and showed the audience pictures of the heart atoms of each, which thrilled and convinced every man and woman there. The assembly laughed and cried. They yielded to his mighty spell; they ac- cepted the stupendous secret. The ultimate atom was no more a profound mystery, but a creature to be captured, named, analyzed and imprisoned by star eyed science. Then the professor was asked to cast the magnified reflection of an atom on the screen without first examining it himself. He looked at the audience again with thatindescribably sad expression. “Not yet; perhaps never,” be said; “I see more than I am able to tell you, more than any man, with the heart of a man, could de- scribe. I read your hearts, I know your thoughts, lsee the record of your sinsas I look upon these atoms which float in your atmosphere. -N ow my only happiness is that each one of the diseased atoms I can bind, by so much I lessen the folly, the falsehood, the ev:l of all sorts that fills every atmosphere, even here, even now. It is our heritage, the .‘ad heritage of the whole human race, through ages of wretchedness and crime. I will only show you what yen can bear; the rest I will carry alone.” He closed his labor- atory and left the stage. The audience rose with a great sigh and went out; some few were rejoicing, but most were oppressed with the vast and mysterious forces thus newly given to'tho-human race. The professor, wrapped in a profound sad- ness, sat alone in his stud ; and here the president of the university ‘ound him some hours later, with his head on his desk—dead. He had written on a piece of paper: “After all, I think we were too ambitious. The atoms will make all of us enemies to each other. My old heart disease is coming back, but to—morrow I shall ask the faculty to wait another fifty years.”—-Charles Howard Shinn in The Argonaut. Spoiling Children. The mother‘s task of conquering the child should begin at an early age, or in the end the child will be the victor. Astriking illus- tration of this was noticed on one of the busy streets of a certain city, recently. Two ladies who had evidently been shopping were push- ing in front of them a carriage in which sat a Eight eyed laughing child of perhaps two years. It sé’ou discovered, however, that the carriage was headed towards homo and it at once began ’o fuss to go back. Its mother not complying its face, a moment before all sunshine, assumed a. look of passion and its cries could be heard for down the street. After one or talc trifling attempts to still its cries, the mother laughingly remarked to her companion that perhaps they had better go where baby “fluted to, which was done, and smiles once more covered the little one’s face. They were soon lost from sight in the mov- ing throng, but already the little child had learned her power and will continue to use it. One lady was heard to remark, “If that mother can’t manage her child at two, how can she expect to have any influence over her at sixteen ?”-—Lewiston Journal. A Complicated Find. . The following account of the discovery of a hidden treasure is somewhat curious from the strange manner in which the veritable owner recovered his property. In a field near London, some laborers, digging up the roots of a tree, found two jars containing nearly four hundred sovereigns. They divid— ed thc money among themselves, and were then taken aback by the lord of the manor claiming it. Before this claim could be in— vestigated a tradesman came forward and stated that one night, under a temporary delusion, he had gone out and buried the money; but when he awoke, and for some time afterward, he tried in vain to recollect the locality he had selected It was not until he heard a rumor of the finding of 400 sover- eigns that he obtained a clew and the entire transaction was recalled to his memory. He was able to bring forward sufficient evidence insupport of his singular story, and, to his great relief, the money was eventually re- stored to him—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A Disgusted Thief. Ameng curious recoveries are many in- stances which are of interest on account of the odd circumstances rather than of the money value of the articles lost and found. Afewyearsagoaparcelofma . of Poole’s great “Index to Periodicals," contain- ing the material for about twenty pages, “was stolen from the express on its way tothe printers. Thestate of mind of the editm can well be imagined, for these twmty pages reprmented the three yam-1’ labor of some fifty co-operators, and could not be replaced without going through, from beginning-to end, over 4,000 volumes! The indexes‘of some periodicals might, as far as they were con- cerned, fumish an imperfect snbddtute, but whiletheeditorswa‘e considering haw’they couldbestmakeuse of them, themanuscript Was found under a street counter, where it had been thrown by the disappointed thief, and a vexatious delay in the publication of a most invaluable work was fortunatelypre— vented—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. An idea of the hardness of the time in Pet- sia may be gained from the fact that men who had‘ a dozen wives have had to reduce the number to three or tons—New York Tribune. . BOARDED BY MAN EATERS. TWO MEN AND A BOY ON SHIP AT- TACKED BY CAN'NIBALS. A Thrilling Adventure 03‘ the Coast of New Guinea—The Sea. Bover’s Narrow Escape—Fighting Against Great Odds. Rescued at Last. After I had recovered from a terrible sea- sickness and had become reconciled to the limited fare of the ship—=“salt horse,” “dun- derfunk,” “hard tack” and ropy water—I quite enjoyed the life on the sea. We had been out four months without raising a whale, and my friend, the mate, had told me that I must be a Jonah, when one morning the welcome cry of “There she blows i” came down from the masthead. The ship was laid to, and soon all the boats were lowered, and the cook, cabin boy and myself were left to “keep ship.” We watched the flying boats as the sailors bent to their cars, and there was at least one longing pair of eyes following their course. Superstition is strong among whalemen, and the hint that I was, perhaps, the cause of all previous ill success kept me from being among the blubber hunters. We were about two miles from the island of New Guinea, or Papua, where the people in those days rather hankered after roasted white man, but as many whaling vemels visited them they hardly dared practice their cannibalistic propensities, so we felt little if any fear from that source. The ship’s boats were soon lost sight of as they drew behind the land, and we busied ourselves in various ways to pass the time away. THE UNWELCOME VISITORS. Some six hours passed, and the cook began to grow uneasy at the long absence of the men, fearing that some accident had befallen them. Two hours more passed, and still no signs of the boats. I was coiling a rope near the min- zenmast when I heard the cook exclaim: “Well, foh de Lawd’s sake!” Thinking he had sighted the boats, I went to his side and looked in thadirection of the islands. The sight that met my gaze was not a pleaSing one, and I confess to a cold chill creeping up my spine. Coming toward us from the shore, and making excellent time, were no less than six canoes, each one con— taining eight or ten of the islanders, their black skins gleaming in the afternoon sun- light, while their bushy heads gave them a hideous appearance. “What does this mean?” I asked. “Dis chile ’fraid he mean trubble,” an- swered the cook. “Sumf’n done happen to de boats, an’ (19 rascals know we heah, an’ dey mean to take ’vantage ob it.” “You don’t think they will hurt us, do you?” asked the cabin boy, and his face grew pale. “Don’t know. Cain’t count on what dein debbils will do. \Ve got to hustle roun’ lively, anyway, an’ git ready for ’em.” Under the cook’s direction we prepared the batches so they could be secured firmly from the idside, and after collecting all the available munitions of war we awaited their near approach with what composure 'We could. When within speaking distance the cook, who could talk the lingo after a fashion, .asked them what they wanted. They said -they wanted tobacco, and that theyhad fruit to exchange for it. As the bottom of each canoecould be plainly men, and no fruit was in sight, we were forced to think that the visit was a hostile one, espe- cially as each native carried a lance, and the cook ordered them to come no nearer. Two of the canoes kept on, however, and as they paid no heed to the order we pointed our guns at them, and when within a. few yards the cook whispered, “Fire!” and we fired. Our pieces were loaded with buckshot, and at such short range could not but prove ef- fective. Four men in the nearest canoe fell into the water, and two from the other, while it was evident that a number were quite badly wounded. . The canoes quickly turned and joined those that had stayed behind. Wild gesticulations and loud jabbering followednvhich soon quiet- ed down, and in a short time the entire fleet was headed for the ship. W'e did not wait for them to come very near before we blazed away at them. We emptied all our pieces, of which we had a dozen, and had the pleasm‘e of seeing quite a number of our enemies fall into the sea, but, as no time was allowed to reload, the guns were useless by the time the canoes had come alongside. DANGERS COMPLICATED. But we had other weapons—waders, lances and harpoons, all sharp as razors, which we had brought from below—and these were hurled with frantic strength. They did good service, and many were killed or disabled, but their numbers were too many for us, and soon there was a score of black heads looking over the tail of the ship. Each taking a lance, we rushed for the batches, and hastily slipping through than, made things fast on the inside and felt safe for a time at least, hoping that our men would arrive in semen to relieve us. The black rascals could be heard moving around the deck, and it was not long before they commenced to pry open the hatches. After what seemed yearsio us, their per- sistent work began to have effect, and we knew that another hiding place must be se- cured. The cook had a plan ready, however, and as the hatches gave way by his direction we conwaled ourselves in some empty oil casks in a dark corner of the hold and awaited developments The blacks were unable to locate us, and when we were confident that they had re- turned to the deck we crawled out from our uncomfortable quarters. But now adanger that we had not fume- seenmenacedus. Whenwewere driven be- low a dead calm prevailed, but now we could hear the water rippling under the ship's bow and realized that she was under considerable headway. W'lth a crew that knew nothing about handlingaveselthe chances were that we would soon be ashore. menthe cook’sblack face blanched a little as he took in thosltuae tion. On the ship went, we knew not whither. Each moment we expected the shock. We were upon the point of rushing on deck whmoureamwereglzidenedbyashcnt that-we knew came from American throats, followed by a scrambling on deck, and when we venturedtopeep above the hatch what wasourjoytofindtheehip deserted Not a moment too soonbad our delivm canaforlesethanahundredyardsofin line of white breakers was to be em. Whetotbwheellqnicflymtfiwslfip about, and asshelnyi’oouxbom .. side, the men came aboard and we were safe. «-J. A. Taber in Boston Globe. The famous mrquois blue enamel of the old Egyptians with which their amuleteand eepulchral figums were often coated, hasten thes'dbject in recentyears of several com- municationsto the Mineralogical societyof hence. It is found to be a double silicate“ copper and calcium, without any trace of SHOPLIFTERS. Merchants B ave to Exercise Judgment and Nerve in Dealing with Them. I had an experience, said a merchant to The Economist, which has had a. ,jtendency to make me go very slow with apparent shop- lifters. As I entered the aisles where the ribbon department is situated I saw a lady place some ribbon in a hand bag. For a mo- ment I did not know what to do. I did not wish to make any fuss or noise, because it is not always wise, but as we had lost much by this class of thieving I determined to invite the lady to the private office and have a lady clerk examine her and demand an explana- tion. I did not wish to have her arrested, be- cause ghe looked refined and as if she be- longed to a family of importance. Going up to the lady, I said: “Will you please come with me? I would like to see you for a moment.” She replied, naturally and pleasantly: “Certainly,” and prepared to accompany me. I had got about half way to the ofllce, when I was suddenly called aside by a mer- chant friend who fortunately had come in on some business. “Do you know the lady?" “No.” “She is the wife of Judge —, and she will take anything that is not chained down. If she has done anything wrong, take no notice of it, but send the bill to her hus— band,”—and bowing to the lady he passed on. I did not know what to do. I had invited the lady to my office, and clearly under the ciro cumstances Icould not, nor did,wish to make a demonstration. In fact, I was heartily glad that I need n it. I had to do some tfl think- ing in the few steps to the ofiice. I had no sooner got in than I sent a clerk for the sam- ple pieces of dress silks that had just arrived, and before the lady left she felt highly pleased to think that she was the first to see the new styles She appeared a little astonished that I should know her, and take the trouble of going to the private office to show the pat- terns, but I explained that if my rivals in trade knew what goods I had imported, they would move heaven and earth to checkmate me. I am perfectly confident the lady did not associate the taking of the ribbon with guilt, and was entirely innocent of any wrong intent. I was fortunate in receiving ahint in time. If I had not I should have made a mess of the matter and my business would have suffered “I could send to prison a dozen shoplifters if I wished to,” said another merchant, “but the papers would make so much of the matter that ladies would be afraid to enter my store lest they be mistaken for thieves. I have had enough agitation on that score. I had a suit for damages go against me, and I close my eyes to many queer tricks.” At a jewelry sale recently held in one of our largest dry goods stores, where articles of considerable value lay around on show cases and counters, a. detective was stationed on a raised stand, where he could see and be seen. The writer, seeing the prominent position of the detective, said to the superintendent: “Any thief who contemplates getting away with some of your goods will wait until the detective’s eye is turned away, and will then get in his worn.” “We have arranged for all that," the su- perintendent assumed. “You see that lady atthesecond case? Well.it has gottobea pretty sharp crook that can get the better of her; it is on her we most depend. The man omth‘e phtform spotsany crooks or suspicious people that he knows, and a sign sets her to watching: but, bless your soul, unless wehad bright people behind the counter to sell the goods and keep their eyes open, we wouldlose much more than we do. It is on their watch- fulness that we rely.”-—United States Econo m‘lst Making Baseballs. The baseball of today, as produced at Natick, in this state, is made by hand, writes a Boston correspondent. The laborers em- ployed in the' work are nearly all girls. The spherical core, of the very best rubber, is first carefully wrapped with a given amount of the most costly yarn. When the ball was thus grown to about two-thirds of the size it is to be, a lesther cover is stitched on with a needle and waxed thread. This cover has the effect of keeping the ball compact and in shape, and of regulating its elasticity. Then more n is wound upon it, until it is found to the scales at preciselythe right point. Finally the outer cover of horsehide is sewn on and the ball, after being stamped and again weighed, to make sure that it is just five ounces, is wrapped in tinfoil, put into a box with five more’like it and declared ready for sale. The cover, as an examination of a baseball will show you, is stamped out of the leather in but two curiously shaped pieces, which, sewn on the ball, together actually cover it. This device was not invented until 1865. The cheaper grades of baseballs are made of poorer yarn and rubber scraps, the latter pressed into a pulp by powerful ma.- chinery. The less expensive the ball, the lam yamandmore swapswill beusedinits man- ufacture—until, when you get to the “Small Boy's Own,” price five cents, there is noth ing to be found inside the flimsy cover but melted remains of rubber shoes. 308$ Women of China. I visited prisons, temples, pagodas, mills, shops, duck hatchings and everything that wasdinterest. Tosee the ducks Ihired a boat,managed .by three women, and spent over three hours on the river. I have had msion toremark everywhere in my trav- els the decent behavior of women. Here were three women who were born on a boat and whoseer is spent on one, and yet they hadaemucb decency and natural modesty asiftheyhad receivedaSundayschool edu- mtion. Afinestronggirl of 16 sat on the deckofthe bow vigorously pulling her oar ‘infrontotmeand smiling through a bean. tiful set of teeth. She wore widetraisers udderakindofsackorshortgown; hem-feet miners. Everythneabreatbof air ruf- fiedhermckm'mserssheinstinctively pulledthemdownjustasawellbred Ameri- cangirl would her frock, though therewere noteny more a thanawell formed ankle. Most of thalarge jnikleearned, had women captains-Canton Cor. thh- ingmuPost. An. Irresistible Bait for Rate. Anmta'sting, nottosay valuable, discov» cry ha been made by Capt. Weedin, in themimalsattheZoo. The build- ingieinfested byrats',and howtogetridof thcmhaa long been a perplexing wee used, but nothing tempt handout-tom. In astoreroomdrawer was placed a quantity of sunflower seeds, usdeaafood-fdreomeoftbebirda Intothis (ii-swaths mas gnawed their way, a fact whidzledflie captaintoexperlment with mmwmthe Themltwas “Wasn't bekeptout. Au-apwhicb mmd‘edwltbsixoreigbtrotsis MM to hold fifteen. They mowed. intbmcontainlngweedmsnd hunks; mutter-will kills rat absolutely dmpstbefdre one can miammpidmiu moment. Themed! man-idem, butnonoof the rate escape them—Walking- tooO‘or.W Commercial. Amman-mar preventshis cows from jmfiping‘afence by cutting of! their lower eye'hahee—mke them think the fence is thres,‘ finesuhIghasitroonyis. Ifyoucut the" r. lube-a reveuo'deludonwfll re- !l‘fiz- 9?: BURIED, NOT DEAD. We said good-by to our buried past, And wept and mourned by the lonely grave For the beautiful life that could not last. The treasure no tenderest prayer could save: Then into the world we turned away, And sorrow walked with us day by day. A faded flower and a torn white glove. Letters, a lock of hair half curled, Poor, sad bequests of our dear dead love, Yet worth the wealth of the whole wide world; A'shell, a pebble may tell aright Of the ocean‘s depth and the ocean‘s might. We made a grave and we said good-by; Ah, foolish dreamersl we moved apart. And thought, in our folly, love could die. While life throbbed on in the brain and heart. “Now all is ove’fi'“ we sigbing said, “Since love. the cherished, lies cold and dead.“ Not so, belovedl ah, never sol Whenever your dear face comes in sight, Heart springs to heart with the old warm glow, And silence speaks with the old delight: An empty grave in the sunshine lies, But love still lives in our meeting eyes. -Travelers‘ Record. Old Colloqulal Phrases. A writer in a literary monthly lately an- nounced, with an air of surprise, his discov- ery of the word “flam,"used in its present colloquial sense, in a work dated 1682. The surprise was natural, for probably few but professed students of our older literature know what a large number of present day words and phrases, modern and new fangled as they appear, are but survivals, some- times with sligfitly changed meaning, from bygone times. In addition to a considerable number of such words the Seventeenth cen- tury vocabulary was also rich in colloquial words and phrases, which, owing to changed conditions of life, and to the gradual and latterly rapid growth of the language, have either slowly died out of use, or have been elbowed out of favor and existence'by more modern popular coinages. That will suit me “down to the ground,” says the modern dealer in slang; two centuries and more ago it would have suited him “up and down.” John Day, in his curious play, the “Isle of Gulls," 1606, says: “A things once wel done is twice done; and I am in hermind for that, up and downe.” “Friday-face” is a .term still occasionally applied to a sour visaged person; it was formerly in very common use. In the old comedy of “Wily Beguiled,” 1606, we find: “What a friday-fac’d slave it is! I think in my conscience his face never keeps holiday.” The phraseis doubtless de- rived from Friday being, ecclesiastically, the banyan day of the week—Gentleman’s Magazine. Money by the Bale. “Parson" Trone was with Shelby on araid. He was one of the general’s body guards. They rode into the town where the merchant referred to was doing business. Going into the store Gen. Shelby and Gen. Marmaduke, after an ordinary salutation had passed, went into a back room to consult the merchant’s private jug of old Bourbon. Private Trone, now the person, was instructed by Gen. Shelby to stand guard in the store and not allow the soldiers to come in and take away any of the goods. . “For a half clothed soldier the temptation was too great,” says the “Parson,” as he tells of the incident now. “The boys gathered around a side window, which wu open, and begged me to hand them out some shirting s, overallsmnd a few asked ,for tobacco. In about half an hom- Lhanded out of that window about $1,000 worth of goods, but the general paid for them. We got out our bale of Confederate money and tone ofl? SLCOO to pay for the goods. “\Ve had plenty of money, having just re- ceived a bale the day before. You know every time we went on a raid we made a re- quisition on the treasury department at Rich- mond, which read something like this: “Going on a raid. Send me a bale of money. “SHELBY.“ “And we always got it,” said the “Parson,” with a broad smile on his face and a twinkle of gleeful satisfaction in his eye—St. Louis Republic. .. _. For fifteen years I was annoyed with severe pain in my head and discharges into my threat from catarrh. My sense of smell was much impaired. By the use of Ely’s Cream Balm I have overcome these troubles—J. B Case, St. Denis Hotel, N. Y. Emma Abbott is quoted as being the richest singer on the American stage. After trying numerous so-called catarrh remedies and receiving no benefit I was finally inducec to try Ely’s Cream Balm, and after trying one bottle I take great pleasure in recommending it to all suflfer- crs from catarrln—N. L. Gorton, with S. 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For Sale in Norwalk by G. F. QUIN'I‘ABD a SON, FINNEY & BENED IL! I . 1:. MALE. JOHN CAHILL, J. G. GREGORY & 00., M. McPflEBSON, JOHN EBAY. l ! Accidents happen, ! and sickness comes, 1 to all, and yet many peeple never have on hand the means to promptly relieve the sufferings from either. An inexpen— sive and ' thoroughly reliable safeguard is Perry Davis’ Pain filler. which has'stood for 49 years unrivaled. For Cramps, Colic', Cholera and all Sum- mer Complaints it is A SURE C URE— Have it with you at home and when traveling. It is used externally and in- ternally, and is just the tking needed for Bums, Bnizlses, Cuts, Sprain, .&c. Queues». “casts , calms . gout. J limp-Seat Carriage For Sale at a Bargain. A J amp-Seat Carriage, one of Silvers’ best city- ' make, made to order. Strong enough for four and light enough for two. A neat and very handy vehicle. 0081‘ $500 WILLBESOLD, FOR. $150 if applied for soon, as owner has no use for it. , Apply at 3t28p DANN’S LIVERY STABLE To Rent. HE SHOE FACTORY PROPERTY, lately occupied by F. H. Ruscoe belonging to the Estate of Wm. K. James, deceased, can now be rented on reasonable terms. and IS available 1 or a Variety of Buwses. Possessxon immediately. F. ST. J B LOCKWOOD, tf-fl Trustee EQUITABLE MORTGAGE 00., or KANSAS CITY. CAPITAL 32,000,000 6 and 7 per cent. Debentnre Bonds and Mortga Loans at Parand Accrued Interest. 3 B. CRAUFUBD Agent Loom 2 Masonic Building Dreaming. Dnsssnsuiro done in all of the latest styles ‘ Bu‘titonfihogss made by hand. Old garments re-cut an re tt . MRS. FANNIE McKlNZE, = No. 6 South Union Avenue, Ppst office box 654. Norwalk.
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