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BIRDS AT DAWN.
“I love!“ sings a bird on high,
In the azure sky,
And a reverend hush falls deep
On the souls that lie
I—Ialf waking out of sleep;
And the sky faiths fairer blue,
And the flowers a brighter hue.
As calm and clear
On the listening car
There sounds through the clouds above,
The song of the bird. “I love!”
"Rejoice!” trills the bird again;
\‘s'izhout sense of pain
It enters the soul; no grief
Seeks for help in vain,
But all find sweet relief;
And the dawning of hope is near
The sorrowful heart to cheer.
And fair shines the sun.
For the night is done,
As ever in clearer voice
The bird sings on, "Rejoice!"
—Z\Ia:'y ltcbceca Lezinox in Boston Transcript.
THE Kl.l§l"l‘0.ll.lNl.-IC.
Carroll had asked me to invite his betroth-
ed to Locust Grove, and having made Car-
roll’s wishes my law during the twenty—eight
years of his life, I at once wrote to Miss Ag-
nes Lapice, and gave her a cordial invitation
to visit me.
She acceMed in a gnu-eful, pretty note that
preposscssed me in her favor, and at the time
appointed I drove to the station and met her
when the train arrived. .\.s she was the only
passenger who got off the cars at N , I
had no trouble about finding her, and greet--
ed her affectionately.
She was very, very pretty; pure blonde,
with a face like one of Raphael’s chcrubim,
almost babyish in its round outlines, wonder—
ing blue eyes, and short, golden curls. She
was very small, with helpless, childlike ways,
and I wondered greatly at Carroll’s choice.
For Carroll, my grandson, orphaned in in-
fancy, had grown to manhood under my
care, and was a man grave and rather sedate,
of stern rectitude, devoted to his profession,
that of a lawyer, and the last man in the
world I should have expected to fall a victim
to a baby face and childlike manner. And
yet he loved Agnes Lapice with the first true,
strong love of his heart, and saw onlyr per-
fection in her caressing ways.
In less than a week I ceased to wonder at
what I had first thought Carroll’s infatua-
tion. Agnes Lapice was, without exception,
the most lovable psrson I ever met in my
long life of varied experience. She was 19
years old, and had been most carefully edu—
cated, and behind her baby face had a well
stocked brain. Her singing was simply per-
fect for an amateur, and she played well,
though her fingers were seldom on the piano
keys except to accompany her sweet, pure
verse.
One of her great charms was the tender
deference she paid to my age, without seem-
ing even to consider me too old for a confi-
dante and companion. “'0 saw Carroll only
from Saturday afternoon till Monday morn-
ing, as Locust Grove was too far from the
city for daily trips. But, although Agnes
talked often of her betrothed, of the prepara-
tions for her approaching wedding, she never
seemed weary or dull in our quiet life. She
read well, and we passed hours with our fa-
vorite authors, she sangr for me, she worked
me a gorgeous sofa cumii vn. and we walked
and drove out together.
But. through all the charm of her manner,
the innocent, caressing ways habitual to her,
there was an expression in her violet eyes
that perplexed me. It was not sufficiently
defined to be fear—more like a shadow of
fear—and it was brief, passing away like a
summer cloud across the sunshine.
Often she would lcck her little hands to-
gether till the pressure looked as if it must
pain her, while in her eyes would come a
htmgry look, as if she were controlling some
violent emotion by a great effort.
She had been at Locust Grove about three
weeks when I began to be troubled about the
extra servant I had hired to wait upon my
visitor. She was a young girl from N—,
who had been highly recommended to me by
one of my own servants, and she was willing
and respectful; but I doubted her honesty.
Having had the same servants about me
for years, women of tried principle, I had be—
come careless about locks and keys and sel-
dom used them; but little trifles of value be-
gan to disappear most marvelously after
Hannah came. A gold pencil case with dia-
mond head, that had belonged to my bus-
band, was the first thing that I missed: then
followed a card case of silver, small trinkets
disappeared and I was thinking Hannah
must be sent away, when one morning, going
unexpectedly to my room, I saw, through the
open door, a reflection in my long mirror.
Unseen myself, I watched Agnes Laplce as
she softly opened my box of jewels, took out
a pair of diamond earrings and put them
upon the bureau. In her eyes was the look
of fear, iiow positive, defined terror; and her
tiny hands worked convulsively as she held
them over the trinkets. Suddenly she snatched
them, secreted them in her pocket, turned,
and saw—me.
\Vith a cry that was terrible to hear, it
was so full of despair, she literally threw
herself at my feet, moaning as if in pain. I
stood erect looking at her. I am an old wo-
man, and the new names for ladylike steal-
ing were unknown to me. Agnes Lapice,
groveling at my feet, was simply a thief who
had robbed me, and allowed an innocent ser-
vant to be suspected, for she knew my reso-
lution regarding Hannah. Presently she
looked up.
“You will not tell Carroll?” she said, im-
ploringly. Then seeing, I suppose, my utter
disgust in my face, she cried:
“I cannot help it. You may blame me as
you will. I cannot resist the inclinationto
steal. I do try, but when I see small articles
Imust take them. I do not want them; I
will give you back again all I have taken,
but I shall probably steal them again when I
see an opportunity. I must do it."
Then I took her from the ground and
looked into her eyes, trying to read the in-
sanity I was sure was upon her. She lay in
my arms like a child, sobbing pitifully, re-
peating her assertion of inabhity to resist the
desire to steal, till, against my own reason,
in spite of my rectitude and common sense,
I found myself petting and pitying her as
if she were the victim of a fever.
But I would not. promise to keep secret
what I had discovered. Though I was won
over to a. most profound pity, I shrank from
the idea of Carroll’s wife being a thief.
It was a strange coincidence that on the
very same evening, Carroll, coming home
for his weekly visit, while we were chatting
in the drawing room, said, gravely:
“I had a very painful case presented to
me this morning. One of our leading mer-
chants wanted me to defend his daughter,
who is the victim of kleptomania.”
I felt Agnes, who sat near me, shiver and
slip her ice cold hand into mine.
“Perhaps, grandma,” continued Carroll,
“you do not know that kleptomania is the
new name for fashionable theft. We are old
fashioned folks here, and have always called
a thief a thief. It is monstrous,” he said, his;
eyes flashing, “to defend stealing because the
thief is in high social position.”
“But,” I said, “they plead the temptation
is irresistible.” ,
“So may any thief plead. Supposing I
were to walk into a bank and feel an irre-
NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER is 1889.
sistible desire to run away with a few thou-
sand dollurs‘ worth of bank notes. Do you
imagine judge or jury would acquit me?”
“But,” I urged again, “if you had a. dear
friend a victim to this disease—if it is a. dis-
ease —would you judge her so sternly?”
“I would. I could far sooner forgive a
poor, starving wretch who took my purse
when driven by want to crime, than I could
a thief, who, needing nothing, robbed me,
and called the robbery kleptomania.”
“But if it were a lady, delicate and re-
fined, you would not send her to share the
prison of common felons.”
“I would, if she had fitted herself for their
society by sharing their crime. Indeed, I
should judge such a case far more severely,
for there is no shadow of excuse for it. A
poor girl, ignorant and starving, would have
far more leniency at my hands than a lady
who could so lower herself.”
I looked at Agnes. She was pale as death,
and in her eyes was a steady, mournful look
I had never before seen there.
“Carroll,” she said, “if you had a. dear
friend who was afflicted with kleptomania,
how would you advise her to overcome the
temptation?”
Something in the voice of his betrothed
moved Carroll deeply, for he replied, with a
strange solemnity:
“As all other temptations must be over-
come, by constant struggle and fervent
prayer.”
I thought the time had come for these two
to fully understand the painful position, and
made some excuse to leave the room.
Not until I heard Carroll go upstairs to his
own apartment would I re-enter the drawing
room. Agnes was there, deathly pale, but
with a certain womanly expression new to
her sweet face.
“I have told him,” she said; and her voice
sounded hollow and forced. “He will not
give me up, but I have resolved to leave you
all for a long, long time. I will try to over-
come the affliction of my life by struggle and
prayer, as Carroll advises. If I conquer I
will return; if not, Carroll’s wife shall never
be a thief.”
She rose as she spoke, and, kissing me fond-
ly, went to her room. I thought to have a.
long talk with her, to offer sympathy and
counsel, but in the morning we found her
room vacant, the bed undisturbed. She
wrote to me soon, telling me she had walked
to N———— and caught the midnight express.
“I leave home today,” she wrote, “and un-
less I can come back cured I will come back
no more.”
In her room I found all the little trinkets I
had supposed were in Hannah’s hands. Car-
roll and I talked often and gravely of the
child he loved, sometimes hopefully, but
often, as time wore away, sadly. For my
grandson had repented often of his harsh,
stern judgment, and was willing to think
there was really a disease in fault.
“And yet,” he would say, with mournful
eyes, “if it was kleptomania that made Ag-
nes take your trinkets, why should we have
sent to Sing Sing the burglar who was
caught stealing the plate a few years ago?
That poor wretch was driven to crime by
starvation, but there was no sentimentality
in his lawyer’s plea. He was merely a thief
and received the punishment of a thief.”
“And you would send Agnes to Sing
Sing?”
“Heaven forbid! I cannot cease to love
her, and pray that she may come back to us
as she promised.”
So two years were away and we thought
Agnes was lost to us. Carroll came every
week as usual to spend Sunday with me, and
we talked of his betrothed as we talk of the
dearly loved dead.
On Saturday afternoon I was in my own
room sewing, whena knock upon my door
was followed by the entrance of a lady, a.
little lady, who stood hesitating about enter-
ing till I said:
“Agnes, dear child, welcome!”
Then she nestled in my arms in the 01d lov-
ing way. But in herface I read the truth I ;
longed to see, that she had overcome her
temptation.
The baby look was gone, and the violet
eyes, retaining all their sweetness, were full
of gentle dignity. The baby manner, too,
had vanished ina quiet, lady like deportment,
very graceful and Winsome.
“My dear, dear child,” I said, taking off
her hat and sacque, “you are more than wel-
come.”
“You will believe me, then,” she said earn-
estly, “when I tell you that I have conquered
my fault, my criminal inclination. I look
back with wonder on my own weak yielding
to a temptation that leads strong men to
prison cells, and which only morbid sentiment
would ever excuse as an irresistible disease.”
I assured her most warmly of my sincere
belief in her statement, my deep joy in her
triumph.- She told me of her struggles and
the gradual wearing off of the desire to ap-
propriate the property of others.
“For a year,” she said, “I have purposely
watched opportunities for theft, for you are
the only one that ever detected me, except-
ing Carroll, who knows of my old infirmity.
I could have stolen largely from friends I
visited, for even my own parents knew noth-
ing of my old temptation. But the desire has
left me, and I feel only loathing and contempt
for the shallow excuse with which I once
quieted my conscience. Carroll may trust
me!”
And Carroll did trust her, and has never
regretted his confidence. He comes, with
his wife and children, to pass the summer
months at Locust Grove, and he is not more
stern and strict in his teaching to the little
ones of the value of honesty than is Agnes,
his wife, who once believed herself an in-
curable case of kleptomania. — Anna. M.
Shields in New York Ledger.
“Barbara Frletchle."
. What historical foundation is there for the
poem ‘ ‘Barbara. Frietchie”?
This question has been much discussed, and
the pros and cons may be summed up as fol-
lows:
Mrs. Southworth, the novelist, sent Whit-
tier the incident, and its truth has since been
testified to by Dorothea Dix, who investi-
gated the matter in Frederick, by an officer
of the army. and by a southern soldier, who
declared that his was one of the shots that
struck the flagstaif. On the other side are
Gen. J ubal Early and two others, who testify
that Jackson’s corps did not pass through
the street where Dame Frietchie lived. A
Washington correspondent of The Baltimore
Sun stated a few years ago that the real
heroine of the poem was Mrs. Mary A. Quan-
trell, and that the Quantrell family have
letters from Whittier acknowledging the
mistake. Mrs. Quantrell—at that time 32
years old—did wave a flag conspicuously, but
was not molested in the least, though a. small
toy flag which her little daughter held was
twice struck from her hand by a. passing
soldier. Mr. Whittier himself has written:
“The story came to me from sources which ‘I
regarded as entirely reliable; it had been
published in newspapers, and had gained
public credence in Washington and Mary-
land before my poem was written. I had no
reason then to doubt its accuracy, and I am
still constrained to believe that it had foun-
dation in fact. ”—Lippincott’s Magazine.
l‘lever omit regular bathing, for, unless the
skm is 1n regular condition, the cold will close
the pores and favor congestion or other dis-
ease.
A COFFEE PLANTER’S SAY.
AN INTERESTING TALK WITH A MY-
SORE, INDIA, COFFEE RAISER.
How the Berry Is Planted and Grown for
the llIa-rket—Is‘o Prettier Sight Than a
Coffee Planfallen—Something About Its
Preparation Before Shipment.
“I presume that very few of those who are
fond of a cup of good coffee for breakfast in
this country have anything like a clear idea
of the agricultural processes which render
such indulgence possible,” remarked George
Anderson, of Mysore, India, an elderly ge'n-
tleman with silvery mutton chop whiskers,
keen gray eyes, and the tawny, sallow com-
plexion which seems to be inseparable from
the resident of the land of torrid suns and
diseased livers, as lie smoked an after dinner
cheroot in the lobby of the Russell house. “I
know all about it from a long series of year“
of actual experience in coffee raising. I have
been a resident of Mysore, India, for an un-
broken period of twenty-seven years. I
went out to that country as a very young
man when the possibilities of civilization
were all before it. I have never had reason
to regret doing so. If you are familiar with
the geography of India, you are aware that
Mysore is blessed with a delightful climate,
something which cannot truthfully be said of
many other portions of that great and rapid-
ly progressing country. I experienced hot-
ter weather in Salt Lake City, since coming
to this country, than I have ever known in
Mysore during the entire period of my resi-
dence.”
IN THE COFFEE FIELD.
“Are you a coffee planter?” was inquired.
“That has been my business for many
years,” replied Mr. Anderson, igniting some
sort of a long, lanky looking roll of tobacco,
which bore unmistakable evidence of heathen
birth. “I will endeavor briefly to give you
some sort of an idea. of what it means to be a
coffee planter in India. In the first place,
you must understand that the refreshing
rains which water the vegetation of this
country every few days are unknown in
India. for months together. Drought is the
great enemy with which all agriculturists
are forced to contend. This atmospheric
condition is the greatest obstacle with which
we have to battle, and it has made India the
most prolific country in the world in the
matter of inventing and perfecting all sorts
of irrigating processes. In that one particu-
lar, at least, we easily lead all other ’ 'lized
countries today. i
“Coffee plants, or trees, as they in very
properly be termed, are planted five feet
apart, in each direction. Everything has
to be done by hand. There is no such thing
as labor saving machinery known in connec-
tion with the business. Its use would be im-
possible. Tho tops of the coffee shrubs are
cut out to force them to shoot out horizon—
tally, instead of into the air. But the coffee
bushes on a plantation are not the only ad-
junct of the business which requires culti-
vation.
“On account of the drought and the torrid
suns, every inch of the plantation must be
fully protected by shade trees. "Where this
is not done, the fruit shrivels up and becomes
worthless without ripening. Experience has
taught us in India that the only really desir-
able trees for shade purposes are the silver
leafed variety. The rays of the sun seem to
penetrate all others and the labor of culti-
vating them is wasted. IVe generalll-shade
our coffee plantations with part or all of the
the eighteen or twenty varieties of fig trees
indigenous to the country. there these
trees are not properly located, they must be
planted and cultivated.
“No branches are allowed within twenty-
' five or thirty feet of the ground, and annual
trimming and pruning of both the coffee
trees and the big trees which shade them are
absolutely necessary. You can doubtless
form some idea of the immense amount of
labor which this process entails.
“There is no more beautiful sight, however,
than a. properly cared for coffee plantation
after it has reached maturity. The green
bushes in regular rows below and the equally
green trees towering above them with pro-
tecting arms, form a very pretty picture. In
May the coffee,bushes are in full bloom, the
white blossoms, something after the migno-
netto {orden causing the perspective to re-
semble a waving, palpitating field of virgin
snow. The picking of the berries begins in
November and continues until February. As
I have said, all labor is done by hand, and I
regularly employ about 600 coolies in man-
aging my plantation. The picking process is
naturally a. tedious one, but labor is cheap in
India. If such were not the case coffee would
be a luxury which few would be able to af-
ford.”
LIKE A LARGE RED CHERRY.
"What does the coffee berry resemble be-
fore it is plucked from the bushes?” was
asked.
Mr. Anderson smiled.
“I fear you would have some difli culty in
recognizing it at that stage of the proceed-
lugs,” he replied. “In color it is a brilliant
red, looking very much like a. large ripe
cherry. berries of which the beverage
is‘ made are, in reality, the stone of the fruit.
The pulpy substance by which they are sur-
rounded is sweet in taste, but has never been
utilized for any purpose. At one time a. sort
of liquor was manufactured from it, but it
failed to win its way into public favor.
After tasting it, you would not be surprised
that such was the case. Two coffee berries
are contained in each of those cherries, or
fruit bulbs. After being plucked from the
bushes, the fruit is placed in vats and a pro-
cess of fermentation takes place which sepa-
rates the pulp from the berry . The latter
is then subjected to more mechanical devices,
which removes the remaining film. When
the product reaches the coast, a sort of
scouring process is undergone which places
itin the condition for market—a condition
with which you are familiar.”
“What is the average yield of a coffee
bush?”
“One pound of the prepared berry ismvery
fair average per bush. The yield more often
falls under that figure than goes above it.”
“Do you export your own "product?”
“Entirely. I have no dealings with middle
man. After a quarter of a century of ex-
perience, I pronounce that as by all odds the
most profitable plan to pursue.”
“Is the society of Mysore desirable?”
“The best in the world,” was the emphatic
reply. "India escapes the adverse social in-
fluences with which most countries are af-
flicted. Only men with an honest desire to
get on in the world come to that country. It
is no place for unprincipled adventurers.
There is nothing for them to’prey upon, Ban-
galore, my nearest large city upon the coast,
Is well advanced in everything which renders
a. city great.”—Detroit Free Press.
A Load to Carry.
A Congo warrior’s outfit, which has been
received by the Smithsonian institution at
Washington from Lieut. Taunt, United
States commercial agent in the Congof'stefe,
consists of a bamboo shield, six feet long and
one wide, a. spear four feet long, a knife that
looks like a, pruning knife, and a. bow with
bamboo strings and two ir‘on tipped arrows.
—-New York Tribune.
-whom we find notices of the cat.
O
A NEGLECTED ART.
Great Annoyances Growing Out of Poor
Writing and Imperfect Addressing.
We have before us a letter from a. postmas-
ter. This letter contains a. wise suggestion
that should be perfectly practical in this en—
lightened country.
IVe had had some little correspondence
with him in regardjto a variety of subscribers
from his city, who had sent their subscrip-
tions, but had given no street address, thus
by their neglect involving both him and us
in a considerable waste of time and labor.
I've asked him as to methods of reaching the
the general public and teaching the necessi<
ties of full address with their signature.
To this he replies as follows: “Your sug-
gestion about notices posted in the offices is a
very good one, but, I am afraid, hardly prac-
tical; in fact, it would not be read, perhaps,
by one in a thousand calling at the oflice.
The only remedyI know of which suggests
any practical benefit will be to offer a pre-
mium in our schools for the best addressed
letter and newspaper by the young folks, so
as to educate them up to the great necessity
of properly directing all mail matter, and it
will, of course, bring about the desired re-
sult in the future.”
The suggestion of our correspondent is an
excellent one, and hasat the same time the
merit of being perfectly practical. But, as
he remarks, the future alone will be bene-
fited. I'Vhat we want is an improvement in
the letter writer of today. If our sub-
scribers could once step into our office and
see for themselves the time and trouble
wasted in righting their neglect, we think
the necessity of clear address would be im-
pressed upon their minds.
The neglect of street addresses, where such
are necessary, means delay on our parts, and
annoyance and irritation on the part of the
subscriber. The paper does not reach its des-
tination, and we are notified of mail lying in
the office, undeliverable for want of address.
All this affects our business, of course, but
there is a moral in the matter that lies deeper
than all this. Since the days when all the
letters of the young ladies who had been
graduated from a “female seminary” were
constructed on precisely the same principle,
both as to wordng and as to chirography, a re-
vulsion has taken place, and as is always the
case with such revulsions, we now run to the
other extreme. Young people are permitted
to scrawl or to cramp, at their own sweet
will, and that which was at one time an over
cultivated art is now neglected almost en-
tirely, and education in letter writing is
practically unknown.
A good letter is an excellent thing, and do
let us cultivate our children up to the stand-
ard in this point. Just why a. recitation in a
foreign language should be more important '
to an American than a good letter in the
English language, it is hard to understand,
but such seems to be the case.
Let us have higher (the highest even) educa-
tion, but let us give the children the best
chance for acquiring that education by
grounding them thoroughly in what are
called “the common branches,” not the least
important among which is—letter writing.
At least let them be taught to sign their full
name, their street address, their town and
their state, as well as to address their envel—
ope in the same clear mauner.—Ladies’ Home
Journal.
A Genealogical Authority.
A lady of his acquaintance, who is of Ply-
mouth ancestry and is reasonably proud "of
it, attended the recent dedication of the na-
tional Pilgrim monument in that town.
IVhile she was in the town she took it into
her head to drive with some friends to the
Cedarvillo neighborhood, so unwittingly ad-
vertised in the misnamed novel, “Cape Cod
Folks.” The party traveled in a democratic
sort of vehicle which put them at once into
more or less familiar relations with their
driver, who was a native of Plymouth and
who gossiped on in a very cheerful way
about the old inhabitants of the town. He
know every one on ’em, he said. The lady
just spoken of opened her genealogical heart
to this driver, as it were, and alluded to her
descent and her family’s connections with
this, that and the other name famous in
Plymouth history. ,
“Oh, yes,” said the driver, “the Standishes:
I knew them folks very well. There was old
Bradford Standish—nice a man as ever you
see.”
“My father’s family were related,” the
lady broke in, “to the Aldens, too.”
“Oh, yes, I knew the Aldens well,” said
the driver. “Used to go to school to old
Standish Alden.”
“On my mother’s side,” the lady pursued,
“I am descended from the Huguenots.”
“Oh, Lord!” exclaimed the driver, “I am
well acquainted with the Hewgenows. Sa-
manthy Hewgenow, that lived out by the
swamp, she married my grandfather.”
The lady suddenly lost her faith in the
driver as a genealogical authority; and the
incident helped her to the conclusion, which
she had already partially formed as the re-
sult of her studies in the town, that Ply-
mouth genealogies aro sometimes better
known and more highly regarded outside
the old mother town than they'are in it.—
Boston Transcript.
Egyptian Cats.
The Egyptians are the first people among
It figures
largely upon the monuments as a. domestic
pet, and was honored when dead. Comical
stories are told by Herodotus of the, anxiety
to save the cats when a. house took fire, and
of the grief when one died. _The cat seemed
to have served as a retriever in fowling ex.
peditions, and even in fishing. It 'seems
strange that no mention of the cat occurs in
the Bible or in any Assyrian record. Even
in India, Professor Max Muller is reported as
saying that it was but recently known as a.
domestic animal. Its Sanskrit name is mar-
jara, from a root meaning to clean, from the
creature‘s habit of licking herself at her toilet.
Her mousing habits were well known to the
Romans, and even to the Etruscaus, as shown
by antique gems and even wall paintings.
The mouse killer domesticated among the
Greeks, called gale, described by Aristotle,
and humorously referred to by Aristophanes
in the “Peace,” has been shown by Professor
1101an to have been our white breasted
marten. Besides the cat, the Egyptians do-
mesticated the ichnoumon, popularly known
as Pharaoh‘s rat, which is still to he’seen in
the houses at Cairo—Young Ladies’ Journal.
Sunday in Winnipeg.
In a. list of Canadian cities that run street
cars Sundays The Toronto World includes
Winnipeg. This is a mistake. Street cars
have never been permitted to run Sundays
here, and we are persuaded that the citizens,
by an overwhelming majority, would vote
down any such proposal if 'it were made.
Without believing that man was made for
the Sabbath, the people of Winnipeg are yet
proud. of the decent, orderly observance of
the day manifested by all classes, and noth-
mg would induce them to consent to a change.
—-Winnipeg Free Press.
In Japan the dead are always buried with
the heads toward the north and . feet toward
the south. A living Japanese will never sleep
in that position. In sleeping rooms of private
houses, and of hotels even. a diagram of the
points of the compass is pasted upon the ceil-
ing for the benefit of timid guests.
' ble.
A COTTAGE FORV‘TMH/IEMSOUTH.‘
Its Cost About 8500—By Palliser. Palllser
& Co.
in a southern climate the requirements for
houses, either great or small, are very differ-
ent from what they are at the north.
Special attention must be paid to keeping
cool in summer rather than warm in winter;
therefore the rooms must be large and the
ceilings high. Cellars are not among the
requisites. Neither is it necessary in some
parts to build solid foundations, there being
no frosts to get clear of; and in some instances
houses are set on logs stood on the ground.
In the case here giVen, taken from Palliser’s
American Architecture, N. Y” J. S. Ogilvie
85 Co., the frame is supported 0n brick piers,
and a large open space is left under the floor,
which is properly prepared soasfo keep down
damp.
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COTTAGE AT SCOOBA. MISS.
It. will be observed there is no kitchen pro-
vided, the cooking being done in a small cut-
house provided for that purpose, so as to
keep the heat out of the house as far as possi-
It is, however, necessary at some sea-
sons of the year to have a. fire, and for this
purpose a large open fireplace is provided in
the parlor. This fireplaceis built of brick,
with an arch turned in it, and the brick
breast continued up; the brick being left ex-
posed in the room, and in this fireplace it is
intended to burn large logs on the hearth.
The second story or loft is merely a. luniber
room and air, space between the roof and the
rooms below.
Bedroom, Farrow:
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Porch, _
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FLOOR PLAN.
The arrangement of the windows is one of
the principal features in the design. The
lower sashes are arranged to slide into the
walls and the transom sash to swing. In this
way the whole of the windows can be opened
instead of half, as is usually the case. This
cottage was designed for the residence of a
laborer on the estate of J. A. Minniece, Esq.,
at Scooba, Miss, to be built of yellow pine
throughout. Cost, about $500.
A $900 Cottage.
Here are cuts of plans and view of a cot-
tage at Birmingham, Conn, designed for a
\vorkingman of large family, taken from
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Palliser's American Architecture, New York
J. S. Ogilvie & Co. It is a neat little cottage,
and well adapted for the purposes intended
and the requirements of its occupants. The
CL Pantry .
Kitchen.-
Bcd Room. /
6-8”! 933‘: mesa—5'.
Si Ring R can.
(if-o")! 1s 1-2'.
Veranda.
Po'mh.
GROUND noon. '
first floor contains living room, kitchen and
bedroom, and on the second floor four bed-
rooms, with the necessary closet room. There
is a cellar under the whole, Interior finished
Bod. Roan.
8'- o'x "to: ’
310": "to“. }
sucoxn s'ronv. ,
in a plain manner. and pai'nted In tints.
Colors on exterior are: Clapboards, light
slate; trimmings, light brown, and trimmed
up with red: blinds, olive green. Cost. $900.
“Them was a frog who lived In a springfii -
He caught such a cold he could not sing}?
Poor. unfortunate Batrachianl In what a
sad plight he must have been. And yet his
I misfortune was one that often befalls singers.
; Many a once tuneful voice among those who
belong tothe " enus homo “ is utterly spoiled
by " cold in the ead." or on the lungs, or both
combined. For the above mentioned “ creak-
or we are not aware that any remedy was
ever devised; but we rejoice to know that all
, human singers may keep their heads clear and:
, thmnts in tune by the timely use of Dr. Sage's
I {Mann ltnmedy and Dr. Pierce's Golden Med-
; ical lnsmvery. both of which are sold by
' drugu‘lsts ' A
Dr. Hugo's Cntarrh Remedy cures the wash
cases or Ilararrh- in the Head. no matter of
how Iiuig standing. while for all laryngeal.
bronchial. throat and lung affections. Dr.
Ifwm-‘s Golden Medical Discovery is posi-
twely unequaled. It cures the. worst ling-er.
mg cougus and builds up the flesh and
strength of those who have been reduced
by wasting diseases. It is guaranteed t)
benefit or cure in all diseases for which it is.
recommended. if taken in time and given a
fair trial, or money paid for it refunded.
Copyright, 1mg. by “'ORLD’S Dis. Mun. Ass‘x.
maturfifuns
regulate 3nd cleanse the liver. stomach and
bowels. Ma“ y are purely vegetable and per-
fectlyjmrmi 53. One :1 Dose. Sold by
druggists. 5.5 cents a vial.
ELY’S
Cream Balm
CURES
HAY
FBIER
us]. A N D
HAY-”EE-VER Cold in Head.
Aparticlcis applied into each nostril and is
agreeable. Price 50 cents at Draggists; by mail,
registered, 60 em. ELY BROTHERS, ;56 Warren
Street, New York. ’ ly44
OUR EYE IS BEAMING
ON THE 1300M.
SLEEPEB'S‘v-EYE
CIGARS;
Are the best selling
and best liked the c1-
gar on the market.
A pleasant and fra-
grant smoke from
start to finish. Try
onezanrl see. 10 015
everywhere.
Trade-Mark.
S. S. SLEEPER & 00.. Fnctory, Boston.
Accidents happen,
and sickness comes,
to all, and yet many
people never have
on hand the means
to promptly relieve
the sufferings from
either. An inexpen-
sive and thoroughly
reliable safeguard is
Perry Davis'
Pain Killer.
which has stood for
49 years unrivaled.
For Cramps, Colic,
Cholera and all Sum-
mer Complaints it is
A SURE CURE-6—
Have it with yo\u‘
at home and when \x.
traveling. It is used -
externally and in-
ternally, and is just
the tiling needed for
Burns, Bruit“, Cuts,
Sprains, &c.
minim». “oases. camps ., Gout.
For Sale at a. 'Sacrifl'ce.
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TEN ROOM COTTAGE.
within five minutes walk of the
bridge, with never failing well of
excellent water, and a. cistern
holding three hundred hogs-
heads, for laundry purposes
all modern improvements
conveniences, etc. Cost
owner $8,000, and
will be sold for
$5,000 with only
$1,500 down,
to satisfac-
tory party.
e sold i fpplicd for soon,
1m33 Enquire at GAZETTE OFFICE.
Norwalk Chronicler