Norwalk weekly gazette, Wednesday, July 31, 1889 · page 2

 

 

 

NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, JULY 31, 1889.

 

 

 

THE PHANTOM ARMY.

And I saw a phantom army come,
With never a sound of fife or drum,
But keeping step to a muflled hum
Of wailing lamentatiou;
The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill,
The nitvsburg and Chancellorsville—
The pahaengse wasted bodies fill a
' 4’ rho nation.
And then came the unknown dead, the men
Who died in fever swamp and fen,
The slowly starved of prison pen;
And marching beside the others,
Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow‘s fight,
With limbs enfranchised and bearing bright.
I thought—’twas the pale moonlight-—
They looked as white as their brothers.

And- so all night marched the nation’s dead,
With never a banner above them spread,
No sign save the bare, uncovered head

Of their silent grim Reviewer;
With never an arch but the vaulted sky,
With not a flower save those which lie
On distant graves, for love could buy

No gift that was purer or truer.

So all night long moved the strange array.
So all night long till the break of day
I watched for one who had passed away
With a reverent awe and wonder;
Till a. blue cap waved in the lengthening line,
And I knew that one who was kin of mine
Had come, and I spoke—and, Lo! that sign
Wakened me from my slumber.
-—Bret Harte in Chicago Tribune.

In: Home T0 Ivan

“l «,‘Lid not know you had so much poetry
in your composition," observed Mrs. Anstru-
Sher lzmguidly.

Leila Marsdcn arranged the delicate lace at
her wrist with an air of abstraction. “He is
very good looking, and he rides splendidly,”
she said, “and he—er—he does love me to dis-
traction, you know.”

“As many others probably will do before
your time is over, my dear; but that has
nothing to do with the case. You must get
married, and Temple is just the man for you.
As for the other one, he’ll get over it in
time; they always do. You are surely not
going to trouble your silly little head about
him?”

Miss Marsden rose and walked across the
room to the veranda. “I’ll think about it,”
she said, half turning in the doorway to
glance back at her sister. “I’ll think about it,
and l’ll make up mind this evening. There!
I can‘t promise more than that, can I, Rose?
You are satisfied, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am satisfied,” replied Mrs. Ans
struthcr; and, as she dozed through the long
afternoon that followed, she allowed her sis-
ter to figure very prominently in her dreams
as the wife of Maj. Temple Arburton, of the
3 ‘iussars and future baronet.

_izj,‘_~1bad is famous for its pretty girls; but

prettiest af’d most striking of all was Leila
Mal‘sdcn at m; race ball that night. “Race
ball” is, perhaps. tee big a term to be prop
erly applied to it; but tlib arrival of a couple
of regiments on their way to the frontier had
stirred up Sizirabad to sports on three days
of the week, the race ball intervening.
h “You’ll come down to see the finish to—mor-
rod, Miss Marsden?” asked Tommy Camp-
bell, the wit of Sizirabad, as he strolled up to
Leila that evening and asked her for a dance.
“There‘s the cup race coming off, you know,
and the ladies’ handicap, and the race lVil-
loughby rides to win—the one with the lady
as prize.”

“Witt do you mean?” asked Leila, laugh—
ing.

“Eu means the ladies’ prize race,” said Maj.
Arbnz-ton. standing close behind her, and
glow-ring at Campbell over her shoulder.

“And is Mr. lVilloughby quite likely to
win it.” asked Leila, somewhat indifferently.

“The betting is all on him; but he’s got a.
ticklish mount, and I don’t like that left
hand corner of the course. lVith a. pulling
horse, and a vicious brute into the bargain,

'you stand a rare chance of jumping the hedge

and disappearing down the precipice. Can’t
imagine why they don’t arrange things better
in this outlandlish land; but then I never
have seen the advantages of India. Beg your
pardon, Miss Marsden, didn’t mean a pun.”
And lac disappeared among the dancers with a
comical look on his face, while Leila laughed
force-:lly and turned to her partner.

“How odd he is!” she said. “By the way,
what horse is Mr. lV'illoughby going to ride
to-morrow in the ladies’ race?”

"One. of iiiine—Mazeppa. You seem to take
a great interest lll that fellow lVilloughby.”
[J calo usl y. ]

. “Not at all. lie is rather a friend of my
sisters.q l'eplied Leila carelessly. “Are not
you going to ride in this interesting race,
Maj. Arburtoné’” '

“If you wish it [very tenderly], and if my
weight will allow of it.” [Doubtfully.]

The mixed sentiment jarred on Leila; but
he was rich, in a good regiment, with excel-
lent pi espects. What mattered it that he was
far beyond 30, and no longer so slim as he had
been? It was a good match for a penniless
girl, 22111.1 she had no choice; and so, long be-
fore the evening was over, people were Whis—
pering together concerning Miss Marsdeu and
Maj. Arburton, and a report flew about that
he had prOpOsed and been accepted.

The truth or otherwise of such statements
was not to be read on Leila’s face. To all out-
ward observance she was as clam and haughty
and beautiful as ever. None knew that she
looked at her programme over and oVer again
to make sure that there was no mistake, and
that the initials “C. C. IV.” scrawled against
the fifteenth valse made her await that dance
with a sickening heart.

It came at last. The band struck up. the
strains of a well known valse, the room began
to fill, and presently Leila Marsden, with
paler checks than Usual and a strange beat-
ing of the heart, was floating round with
Charlie \Villough by as partner.

“Shall we sit the rest out?” he asked, when
they paused at length.

Leila bent her head in assent, and they
passed out of the room on to the long low ve-
randa, somewhat to the dismay of her sis-
ter, who had watched them eagerly while to-
gether. The moonlight threw the girl’s pale
face and tall slight figure into strong relief
against the dark veranda background. Char-
lie Willoughby leant against a pillar overrun
with creeper, and looked at her fixedly. He
made no excuse for himself, nor did he break
the silence between them. His eyes searched
her face as though he would read there what
he dared not trust himself to hear.

Presently Leila spoke. Her voice sounded
faint and far away even to herself. “I hear,”
she said pleadingly, “that you are going to ride
a very vicious horse tomorrow in the ladies’
prize race. Please don’t ride it; please do
not.”

“And I hear that you are engaged to marry
Maj. Arburton” (without the slightest refer-
ence to her appeal). “Is that true, Leila, or is
it not?”

She looked down and traceda little pattern
on the stone floor with her foot.

“Is it true, or is it not?” be repeated fiercely.

She lifted her eyes to his, and saw there the
passion which trembled in his voice.

, “Don’t be angry; oh, do not!” she cried,
putting up her hand with a deprecating‘ 895‘
ture; “they have made me do it. I am a
burden to my sister, you know; and I couldn’t
standlit any longer; and he is not so bad;
but I love you the best—oh, so much the
boa! You know it; only I—I—I am so mis-
erable.”

“Daub-time," he said gravely, never for an

instant removing his eyes from the fair pite-
ous face; “so am I—very miserable; so have
I been for the past month; but my misery
doesn’t seem to touch you much. So you are
going to marry this Croesus, this elderly fu-
ture baronet, and throw me over quite, are
you, Leila?”

She twisted and untwisted her hands ner-
vously, but made no reply. _

“And you are good enough to take sufliment

lullUL vuv .
--~~ + Wish me not to break m
neck to-morrow?” y

She was still silent.

“Very good. Then listen to me. I ride to«
morrow, and I ride to win, and you are to be
the prize. Yes, you—do not look so startled
—you. I ride to win, or I ride to— Never
mind that part of the business. If I win I
shall consider you mine in spite of all the
Maj. Arburtons in the world. If not—do you
understand the alternative, Leila?”

She bent her head. Could she avoid under—
standing it?

“It lies with you,” he went on steadily.
“You know my horse, you know the race-
course, you know me. If to-morrow before
starting you bid me ride to win, very good;
if not— The music has begun again. Shall
I take you back to your elderly future bar-
onet?”

“My dear Leila, what nonsense!” cried
Mrs. Anstruthers. “Rub your cheeks, child,
and drink this wine. You look as white as a
ghost, and about as unhappy. Not go to the
races! You will have every one saying it is
all off again just as it is all on. It is too ag-
gravating of you, really.”

It was the day following the ball. Leila,
in her sister’s room, was utterly refusing to
accompany her to the race course, and equal—
ly positive in her refusal to see Maj. Arbur-
ton.

“I know what it is,” Mrs. Anstruther went
on angrily; “that boy has been talking non-
sense to you. It was too foolish of you to
give him a dance last night. If I had known
of it I should have taken you home, most cer-
tainly.”

“He did not talk nonsense, and he is not
foolish, nor is he a boy,” cried Leila vehe-
mently; and then she gave way and relapsed
into copious weeping.

“At any rate he is only a sub-lieutenant,
and cannot possibly have more than five hun-
dred a year. And what is more, he doesn’t
mean it seriously with you. If you throw
over Maj. Arburton now you will be throw-
ing him over for a mere shadow. Everybody
knows what a flirt Charlie Willoughby is.
He makes love to every girl he meets.”

“That isn’t true!” exclaimed Leila, with an
effort at drying her tears.

“H’m! How about Fanny Hope, and one
or two others I could mention?” Silence.
“And how about his debts i” Silence. “And
his gambling—and that actress, and”—

Leila sprang to her feet. “I won’t listen
any more!” she cried. “I do care for him, and
I hate Maj. Arburton, and I won’t marry
him, and I will not go to the races today.”

Mrs. Anstruther grew pale. She felt her
last chance was going. “Then I shall have
to remind you,” she said firmly, “that I can-
not support all my brothers and sisters all
their lives. I did my best for Nell, and I am
doing my best for you. You seem to forget
that I have children of my own to be brought
up. I counted on your marrying as soon as
possible. I did not count on your throwing
up a reasonable chance.”

It was cruel, but it had its effect. Leila
turned very white, then she moved to the
door. “I will go with you,” she said, scarcely
' eve a Whisper.

The ladies’ prize race was the next on the
programme. Considerable excitement pre-
vailed among the fair sex as to who would
win it. Leila alone sat calm and unmoved
among the spectators. She did not seem to
hear or see anything till suddenly there was
a little stir and a bustle, and murmurs of
“Of course he’ll win ;” “He’s sure of the
race;” “I feel inclined to congratulate you
already, Mr. “lilloughby; you look so like
winning,” etc.

The hero of the race took little notice of
such like remarks. He made his way to
Leila and bent low over her.

“thich is it to be?” he asked.

For an instant earth and sky reeled round
her, then her brain cleared, and she saw his
face, resolute, handsome, desperate. She
hesitated for one instant, then she spoke:

“Ride to win.”

The words were so low he could scarcely
hear them, but when he turned away there
was a smile in his eyes.

The horses and their riders ware drawn up
in a line. Leila strained her eyes to watch
every movement of black and white, Mr.
\Villoughby's colors. Mazeppa fidgeted and
caught at the. bit. There was some little (1e
lay, then the flag was dropped; they were
oii‘. At first breathless silence, then growing
excitement. The course was a small one, and
the race was to be run twice round.

Maj. Arburton, who had not taken part in
it, uttered a “Thank God!” as Mazeppa
passed the dangerous corner in safety for the
first time. “Blue’s to the front; no, yellow’s
pushing up; no, that’s Meldon. Stick to it,
Meldon. W'illoughby’s passed him. By Jove!
he’s got his work cut out for him with that
horse. Now they’re neck and neck. Good
race. No, W illoughby’s gaining; no, Meldon;
no—by heaven!”

A scream from one of the ladies, a general
consternation in the grand stand, a sudden
cessation of interest in the race. Charlie
lVilloughby rode to win, but the providence
he had dared revenged itself on him. Ma-
zeppa had forced the bit between his teeth,
shied away from the course and, leaping the
frail protection of a hedge which separated it
from the side of the hill, had disappeared
with his rider.

“It was a narrow shave, and no mistake,”
said Charlie TVilloughby, going over the story
for the hundredth time with his wife the sec-
ond month of their marriage.

“But the best part of it all was when l
knelt down beside you and would not leave
you,” laughed Lelia. “I shall never forget
Maj. Arburton’s face, nor his words next day
when he told me all was over between us, and
that the best thing I could do, after having
made such an exhibition of myself, was to
marry ‘that young puppy.’ ”

“No,” said her husband tenderly; “the best
part of it all was that I rode to win, and that
I did win—what I most wanted—my wife.”
~—London l’Vorld.

Why.

In a suburban school the other day it fell
to the turn of a stout boy of 12 to read the
following sentence for the account in the
reading book of the battle of Yorktown: '

“The assault upon the British works was
made by 500 picked men from the American
ranks.”

And the boy read it:

“The assault upon the British works was
made by 500 pick-ed men.”

The idea. suggested by this reading was so
droll that the teacher asked the boy:

“What do you suppose that means?”

“011,” said he, “I suppose they took the
pick-ed men so they could run them through
the enemy’s ranks easier.”

This brings to the Listener’s niind the no-
tion of his friend, little Pete, who, when .he
was taken to see the turnout of militia last
fall, explained to his brother the use of the
spiked helmets of the soldiery:

“They have those so that when they are
in a battle they can duck their heads down
and bunt right into the enemy l”—Boston
Transcript.

 

!
Bow to Live Long.

What is the secret of longevity? everybody
will ask. Well, the chief feature of, it ap-
pears to have been discovered long ago by
Heine. “A man should be very careful,”
said that brilliant cynic, “in the choice of his
forefathers.” The great thing, in fact, to be-
gin with is to come of a good stock-etc have
had a line of ancestors physically and men-
tally strong. ' ' '

Then, we gather, the next step is to be born
a woman, or more strictly speakinga female.
"Women," Hufeland declares, “ re more
likely than men to become old.” Of-the fifty-
two centenarians referred to by Dr. Hum-
phry, thirtysix were of what is absurdly
called “the weaker sex.”

It is well, apparently, to be eithera clergy-
man or a lawyer; such men live the longest.
It would take too long to inquire vhy; suf-
fice it that the statement carries cmviction
with it. ,

It is pleasant for many of us to lnow, on
such good authority as Dr. Rooé’s, that
wealth does not necessarily insure p-olonged
existence. The poor ought to have every
conmlation possible, and it should gratify
them to know that, if life is not so pleasant
for them as for the rich, it is likelyto be at
least quite as long, if not longer. Moieover, a
certain proportion of them may be still fur-
ther gratified to learn—the average s;reet boy
will delight in it—that cleanlinessis, seem-
ingly, by no means essential to lmgevity.
IVe read of a feminine centenarian who, ac-
cording to Dr. Rooso, must have been “a sin—
gularly dirty person.” She smeared her face
with lard and thought if she washed she
would be sure to take cold. But perhaps it
would not be wise to argue too rigidly from
even half a dozen cases of this sort. On the
whole, to be clean appears to be ratlzer a help
to health.—Pittsburg Dispatch.

Unintentional Cruelty.

The other night he Listener had a call
from a friend who drove his own horse to the
door and remained seated in his buggy while
engaged in conversation. The Listener no-
ticed that the horse from time to time tossed
his head in the air, throwing his nose upward
as he did so. It was possibly, the Listener
thought at . first, a mere movement of impa-
tience on the part of a spirited horse; but
presently, as the gentleman drove on, he no«
ticed that the horse repeated the movement,
with a sort of desperation, after he had start-
ed into a trot. It was simply a. case of the
cruel overhead check rein; the unfortunate
animal, wearied almost beyond endurance
by the ceaseless strain on his neck, continually
threw his head upward in a vain attempt to
ease the pressure. The gentleman who drove
and owned this horse is by no means a hard
hearted man. He is, on the contrary, well
known among his friends to havetohis credit
many quiet acts of benevolence and genuine
humanity. Since the mQ‘ciful man is merci-
ful to his beast, how can a humane man tor-
ture a horse that he is proud of and very
likely fond of .2 Probably from sheer inatten-
tion to the matter. When a friend of the
Listener ventured to loosen the overhead
check rein of a horse on the street the other
day the animal stretched out its neck with a
groan of relief and touched his benefactor’s
face with his nose as if to express his grati—
tude. The owner of the afimal witnessed the
movement, and, instead of finding fault, he
acknowledged that it had never occurred to
him that the overhead check rein was pain-
ful to ashorsw—Boston Transcript.

How a Convict Is Searched.

“You have no idea, Mr. Kennan,” said
Capt. Nikolin, “how unscrupulous they are,
and how much criminal skill they show in
concealing forbidden things and in smuggling
letters into and out of prison. Suppose that
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as thoroughly as possible, how would you
do it?”

I replied that I should strip him naked
and make a careful examination of his cloth-
ing.

“Is that all you would do?” he inquired,
with a surprised air.

I said that no other course of procedure
suggested itself to me just at that moment.

“I’Vould you look in his ears?”

“No,” I answered; “I should not think of
looking in his ears.”

“lVould you search his mouth?"

Again I replied in the negative.

“Would you look in a hollow tooth?”

I solemnly declared that such a thing as
looking in a hollow tooth for a letter would
never, under any circumstances, have oc—
curred to me.

“lVell,” he said triumphantly, “I have
taken tissue paper with writing on it out of
a prisoner’s ear, out of a prisoner's mouth.
and once I found a dose of deadly poison
concealed under a capping of wax in a con-
vict’s hollow tooth. Ali-h-h !” he exclaimed,
rubbing his hands, “they are very sly, but I
know all their tricks.”—George Kennan in
Century.

A Singing Couple.

The history of opera could record many in-
stances where the presence of husband and
wife on the same stage has been forced upon
an impresario to enable him to secure one of
the pair. As a rule, however, it invariably
transpires that the famous pri’ma donna is
Weighted with an incompetent husband, or
vice versa, and as the pair, like a two headed
nightingale, cannot be separated, the mana-
ger endures and pays both for the sake of
one. Such couples are so affectionate that
they cannot bear to see a stranger step in and
play a temporary Romeo to the opposite
J uliet—a state of things which is satisfactory
enough, I suppose, to all but the subscribefi
to the theatre and the manager’s takings.

Ansari, a tenor of the opera house in 1780,
and his wife affected such a partnership; but
he had such a vile temper, and in marrying
Signora Maccherini had claimed so desperate
a. vii-ago that the pair upset the usual order
of things—they could scarcely be trusted to
meet on the same stage. So fearfully jealous
were they of each other that if one happened
to be applauded more than the other these
amiable beings resorted to the lively occupa-
tion of employing persons to hiss one another
off the stage. This was from all accounts a
very unhappy union—Gentleman‘s Maga-
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It Might Have Been Vlorse.

When Charles Barron was the leading man
at the Boston museum he was a little king
among the members of the company. The
only actor in the lot who dared to chaff him
was Alfred Hudson, 8. very useful but by no
means a “utility" member, who played sec-
ond parts, old men’s roles and the like. Bar-
ron was forever denouncing the fat/Ia which
made him an actor instead of a tradesmen,
or a mechanic, or a lawyer, and his remarks
were usually received in silence. One even-
ing Barron had a benefit, and he pretended to
be verylmuch out of harmony with the affair,
although there was a big audience in the
house. _

“There, just listen to that!” he exclaimed
in the green room as a round of applause
followed his exit from the stage. “What a
farce this profession is, to be sure. Why
wasn’t I brought up a green grocer or some
thing of that sort? I couldn’t be any worse
elf than I am in being compelled to play here
tonight.”

“Oh, yes, you might,” retorted Hudson."

"Yen might be sitting in front, witnosing
the performance of the leading many—New
York Star.

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A $1,700 HOUSE.

1"0', Modifications of the Same Plan That
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GROUND FLOOR.
’” Plan A, Frame Two Story Dwelling with
stone foundation—Height of stories in the
clear: First, 10 feet; second, nine feet six
inches; cellar, 6 feet 6 inches. First story

SECOND STORY.
contains hall, 6 feet 6 inches x 14 feet 6
inches; parlor (with fireplace), 14 feet 6
inches x 15 feet; dining room, 12 feet 6 inches
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PLAN B—V'I'EW. ‘;
and china closet, each 6x6. Second story?

12 feet 6 inches x 13, and 14 feet 6 inches x 15,
with closets off. Interior wood work pine.
with oil finish, inside blinds, etc.

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GROUND FLOOR.

Plan B (same as above, except arrange-
ment of rooms, etc.)——Fhst story contains
hall, (3x15; parlor (with, fireplace), 12 feet 6
inches x 14; ,dining room, 12x13; kitchen,
12x13; china closet and pantry, each 4x5.

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SECOND Bronx.
Second story contains three chambers, 12x13;
12x13, and 12 feet 6 inches x 14, with clos-
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The Theatrical Manager.

There is no more assiduous public poser than
the theatrical manager. Two centuries ago
his craft began to feel the public pulse. No
one‘knOWS better than he the importance of
keeping his star oontlnuousl before the pub-
lic. “Life” has a clever car n, in which an
actress is disturbed in her bondoir‘ by :the
entrance of a footnian who announces a
caller. “If it is.the Pr’h'xcepf Wales,” says
thefootllght autocrat, _“ not at home.”
, “It’s a soap 'Mfimturer,” - responds the

lackey. “Show hlm‘inl” lathe graciom behest.
Devices to nth-act the public eye are endles‘e,

but-in no instanceis‘,_ _ 61 the
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Utility of Hobbies.

Said a gentleman who had seen much of
human life and was himself an enthusiastic
student at threescore years: “No man in this
world can be happy without a. hobby.”

With this as a text another scholarly and
amiable hobby rider said, as an introduction
to a lecture upon his “favorite study: “In-
deed, for diverting our minds from the little
crosses which we all have to bear, there is no
earthly solace 90 healing as a subject in
which we are intensely interested—something
to which the thoughts may at any moment
recur when weary of the suggestions we
would escape. ‘

“When, in addition to being an innocent
diversion, ours is a useful study, we and our
fellow mortals are alike gainers. The per-
son who passes through life without being
an enthusiastic student of something loses
more than he can appreciate.

“I emphasize the something, because noth-
ing but natural selection can decide what
ought to be each person’s field of work. Na-
ture is generous; the field is the world. With
one it may be rocks or ferns, with another
mosses or oaks; or leaving untamed nature
for applied science, it may be the steam en-
glue or the telescope, the field of language or
the human form. No person has a right to
say: ‘My study is important, and yours is
useless.’

own happiness, and the most precious contri-
bution on his part to the sum total of human
felicity and general knowledge. ”—Universal
Thinker. ‘

Terrorised “by 'fi’omen.

One of the most successful dealers in poul-
try in Faneuil Hall Market says: “IVe have
much fun in our business around here, and I
think most of us grow fat in our trade. There
is one fact I have always noticed during my
long experience in dealing with live poultry.
Whenever a woman approaches the pens here
in search of birds every one of the animals
seems “possessed" and greatly frightened.
If we catch one bird to show to a female cus-
tomer, it would amuse you to see that bird’s
conduct. It is not so when men come around
to buy, and you may be a sufficiently com-
petent philosopher to account for such pecu-
liarities.” Soon a South End woman ap-
peared near the cart in quest of a beauty of a.
hen, and for several moments pandemonium
existed inside the cage. She secured a choice
specimen, and jammed the hen into a large
basket she carried, and when last seen the
ban was squeaking for all it was worth. A
gentleman customer soon appeared, when the
truth of the poultry dealer’s fanciful idea
was quite apparent.

A Model Greeting" to the Public.

We feel today like extending both hands
and feet to the public, and we do so. For
those who have been warm friends and pa-
trons of The Blizzard from its first issue here
are our outstretched hands, and for those
who have bored us repeatedly from that date
until the present here are our feet—one at a
timennd then both at once.—-—Oil City Blizzard
on its Anniversary.

100 Ladies Wanted

And 100 men to call on any druggist for
a free trial package of Lane’s Family
Medicine, the great root and herb remedy,
discovered by Dr. Silas Laue while in the
Rocky Mountains. For diseases of the
blood, liver and kidneys it is a positive
cure. For constipation and clearing up
the complexion it does wonders. Chil-
dren like it. Everyone praises it. Large
size package. 50 cents. At all druggists.

 

Some men li_kc oysters on the halfshell,
others quail on toast; but we prefer eagles
on $10 gold pieces.

If you try Carter’s Little Liver Pills for

- sick headache, biliousnessor constipation,

you will never be without them. They
are purely vegetable, small and easy to
take. Don’t forget this.

—". . o ’

A mnsucmn wants to know how to strike
a bee flat, and at the same time avoul
being stung by its demisemiquaver.

Tried and true friends are scarce. but if
you are suffering with that horrible d1-
sease, scrofula, you will find Sulphur Bit-
ters will cure you as it did me, after suf-
fering eight years, and paying out lum-
dreds of dollars to doctors and druggists.
~JEAstrrn I’IANSCOM. Troy, N. Y.

Book agent—Then I cant perauade you
to buy the “Life of Cleveland?” Willey
———No, sir. I cannot conscientiously take
any man’s life.

No other as good. This is the statement
of Professor Smith, Analytical Chemist:
I have analyzed all the pepular blood
purifiers and medicines now sold. Many
of them I found to be worthless, some
dangerous to use. Sulphur Bitters con-
tain nothing poisonous, and I think it is
the best blood purifier made.

Hotel clerk (nngrily)—Why didn’t you
answer when I first rung for you? Bell
boy (with a grin)—Please sir, I slipped up
on the bell peal.

 

 

HE MARCHED WITH SHERMAN
TO THE SEA;

Trud ed all the way on foot, over mountain
and t rough morass, carrying knapsack and
gun, slept on brush heaps to keep out of the
mud, caught cold, from the efl‘ects of which
his friends thought he would never recover.
Lingering With slow consumption for many
years. he saw Dr. Pierce’s G01 en Medical Dis-
covery advertised in a country newspaper,
and he determined to try it. A few bottles
worked a chan e; six months’ continued use
cured him. A ways too independent to ask
his country for a ension, he now says he
needs none. He he ped save his country. he
saved himself! Consumption is Lung-scrof-
ula. For scrofula. in all its myriad forms. the
ualed remedy. It
cleanses the system of a blood-mints from
whatever cause arisin , and cures all Skin
and Scalp Diseases. Sa t-rheum. Tetter. Ecze-
ma. and kindred ailments. It is guaranteed-
to benefit or cure in all diseases for which it
is recommended, or-money paid for it will
be refunded. Sold by druggists.

Copyright, 1888, by WORLD'S DIS. MED. Ass'x.
*

DR. SAGE’S CATARRH RiMEDY
cures theworst cases. no matter of ow long
standing. 50 cents, by druggists.

Each man’s hobby is really for him ,
the most valuable addition he can make to his .’

 

 

POWDER

Absolutely Pure.

This Powder never varies. A marvel of pure
strength and wliolesomeness. More economic
than the ordinary kinds, and cannot be sold in com-
petition witli the multitude of low test, short
weight, allum or phosphate powders.

Soul only in Cans.

ROYAL BAKING l'ownsn 1:04.06 Wall St, N. Y.

 

 

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Y’s ' Cie mi Balm
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H A Y
Flu I E R

 

ANl)

.AY-EEVER told in Head.

Aparticlcis applied into each nostril and is
agreeable. Price 50 cents at Drugglsls; by mail,
registered, Gaels. ELY BROTHERS, 56 Warren
Street, New York. 1y44

What’s in a N amei?
SLEEPrs’S
EYE EIGABS

Is in every Way
equal to that for-
meny seld under
another name, the
popularity of which
created a 5 le cf
millionsayeur. lo
cents everywhere.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Trade-M ark .

S. SLEEPER c1: 00.. Factory, Boston.
For Sale in” Norwalk by

F. QUINTABD & SON,. ‘ FINNEY .& BENED

B. HALE .mnzu CMIILL,

G. GREGORY it 00.. ill. )lcl'flldllSON,

JOHN mm.

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using "RED by

PERRYflA VIS’
PA/Mflllik
ltiasdoneifmI/mfiwm

J amp-Seat Carriage
For Sale at a Bargain.

J amp-Seat Carriage, one of Stlvers’ best city-

make, made to order. strong enough for

four and light enough for two. A neat and very
handy vehicle.

0051' $500
WILLBESOLD:

‘FOR $150

if applied for soon, as owner has no use for it.

Apply at
DANN’S LIVERY STABLE

To .Rent.

HE SHOE FACTORY PROPERTY, lately

occupied by F. H. Roscoe, belonging to

the Estate of Wm. K. James, deceased, can

now be rented on reasonable terms, and is

available iora variety of purposes. Possession
immediately. F. ST. JOHN LUCKWOOD.
tf41 Trustee

 

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Dressmaking.

D RESSMAKJ NG done in all of the latest styles
Button holes made by hand. , 01d garments
recut and refitted. ,
MRS.£A11NSIE llllchENZL,
o. ’ out Union Avenue
Post omco box 654. Norwalk. ‘

FOR SALE.

HE. WOODBURY- PLACE on Prospect
Hill. 12 acres, Stone House. Barn, etc.
Orchard and Shade Trees. Superb view. Also
7 acres of Bullalng lots in rear. Address. Janus
CLAVIN. 52 Connecticut Turnpike, Vorwalk. (near
the place,) or,0. E. \VILSON. Gazette Budding,
Norwalk.or, Janus Nsnsox. xew Brunswick,

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