2 THE YEARS. Ye gray, bent, molancholy‘years, Drunk with the wine of bitter tears. And laden sore with pallid fears; What gifts found ye of joy or mirth Were worth the mighty throes of birth! Ye met the phantom, miscalled Love— Athing that wears a mask above Its hideous face; the name thereof Is Lust, that changes full as soon As doth the fickle. changeful moon. Ye heard the voice of Hope grow dumb, And felt the heart of Faith grow numb: And Honor, lost beneath the slum Of Pride and Passion, cried in vain For succor from her shameful pain. Ye traveled through the fiery mist, Where demon miseries spat and hissed, And tears for smiles have been your grist; Ye stooped, and, melancholy years, What marvel ye are bowed with fears? -Susie M. Best in Washington Post. THE BEN HAMMOND. ' In the month of June, 1854, the English brig Ben Hammond, Capt. John E. Clark, passed through the Straits of Sunda on her way into the Indian ocean, bound for Mei- bourne. The crew, all told, numbered eleven people. and the brig had a miscellaneous cargo. She signaled “All well” when going through the straits, and that was the last heard of her for five months. Then a sailor named Charles Renfoe arrived at Sydney and told a very curious story. About forty miles off the straits the brig fell in with a small sandal wood trader in a sinking condition. She was carrying a lot of natives from one of the islands of Sumatra to some port in Java, and had sprung a leak. The brig had either to stand by her or take her people 011’, and Capt. Clark decided upon the former course. The vessel had struck a log or some other floating obstruction While sailing at a fast rate, and had been badly damaged about the bows. This occurred in the early morning, and it was just at sunset that the brig came up with her. The injured craft had been creeping in for the Java coast, but as wind and current were against her she had made very slow progress. Her pumps were so small that they would not throw out what aquarter inch hole would let in, and crew and passengers were badly rattled. It was a beautiful evening, with every prospect of continued good weather, and the first mate and five of the men went aboard of the trader to help him make repairs. In the course of four hours they returned aboard with the news that the small craft was now tight and dry, and they brought with them several bottles of wine and some dried fruits as presents from her captain. Capt. Clark wasa kind hearted man, and as the men returned aboard be distributed one bottle of wine and ashare of the fruit among the men. The brig and trader had been slowly drifting off before a light wind during the repairs on board, but now each hauled back to her course and they were soon separated. Renfoe had not been feeling well during the day, and he was the only man who did not partake of the stuff sent aboard. It was his watch below after midnight, and he had been asleep about an hour when he was aroused by confusion aboard. Every man on watch below was suffering with cramps and vomiting, and he went 0;; deck to find the same state of affairs prevailing. Captain and mates were down, as well asthe men, and the man at the wheel fell to the deck and began rolling around just as Renfoe came on deck. While the brig had all plain sail on her the breeze was light, and as the wheel was made fast, she took care of herself. There was no doubt that the crew had been poisoned by the wine or fruit, though the trader must have been entirely innocent of any such intent after the services they had rendered. Recourse was had to the medicine chest, but nothing seemed to act as an anti- dote. The agony of the men increased with time, and by 3 o’clock in the morning four of the foremost hands were dead, while the others were without hope. Renfoe was dazed and helpless, and he could do nothing but pity the poor fellows around him. Half an hour after sunrise he was the only living man aboard the brig, and as he saw one after another pass away his feelings were wrought up to such a pitch that he almost lost his mind. He could not give a clear account of what followed. He could not say whether he deserted the brig that day or a week sub- sequently. He did not remember whether he threw the bodies overboard or left them where they lay. Time was a blank to him for the next ten days, when he was picked up by a trader two hundred miles below the straits and twenty miles off the Java coast. He was then afloat in the brig’s yawl, and had neither water nor provisions. His talk was fiighty and received little attention, and he was car- ried to one of the eastern islands and was there seriously ill for a month with fever. When he began to mend of that the particu- lars of the tragedy came back to him, but as the brig had not been seen by any of the traders his story was not believed. He work- ed his way down to Timor, and from thence across to Port Darwin. and he finally got ship from there across to Melbourne. The Ben Hammond had been reported lost in the Indian ocean, but her fate was con- sidered a mystery. Vessels which had pre- ceded and followed her had met with the most favorable weather, and there was much speculation as to what had brought about her loss. Renfoe’s story explained a portion of the mystery, and several craft were sent out to search for the brig. She could not be found or heard of, and it was at last con- cluded that she had gone to the bottom. In the month of June, 1865, eleven years later, I passed through the Straits of Sunda on the English ship Prince John, bound for the port of Melbourne. We had scarcely cleared the Java cape when it came on to blow a gale from the west. The gale in- creased to a hurricane after a few hours, and, although we kept the old ship afloat, she was driven a long ways to the east. We had a terrific wind and sea for four days, and by that time our drift had carried us down to the eastern end of Java. One morning at about 9 o’clock, just after I had heard the captain say that the gale was breaking, we were boarded by a sea which swept the ship from stem to stern. We were lying to, you under- stand, with the usual watch on deck. Three of us were carried overboard by the wave, but I did not see either of the others. I was whirled end over end and buffeted about un- til I thought I. should drown before I had seen the surface, but after a time I was heaved up to daylight, and I had no sooner got my eyes clear than I saw one of our quarter boats close to me. It had been torn loose by the same wave and was floating right side up, but full of water. I got hold of it, and after resting a bit I pulled myself in and secured myself by a lashing to one of the thwarts. The waves ran right over me at brief in- tervals, but the weight of the water held the boat down until she drove like a log, and she could not therefore upsetas she turned broad- side to the sea. It was, as I said, about 9 o’clock when I went overboard. At about 4 in the after- noon I sighted land to the north, and an hour later I found myself driving between two islands. Half an hour later a current set me to the right, and I drove in for the land and NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2 188,9. brought up at the head of a bay or inlet half a mile long and not over 200 feet wide. Hard aground at the head of this bay, with her bowsprit touching the trees on the shore, was the old Ben Hammond, the long lost and al— most forgotten brig. I drove right in past her, and was heaved on the sands by the swell, and the first thing I did was to sit down and wonder whether I was really in my sensesor had gone daft. There rested the old brig on an even keel, masts standing as plumb as ever, yards braced as they were left years before, but the sails rotted and blown away, and many ropes broken and frayed and streaming in the wind. I had heard of her loss, and had read Ren- foe’s story as related by the papers, and it took the pluck out of me to find her there. Indeed I was so awed and overcome that I did not dare board her that night, but made my bed on the sands and slept soundly till morn- ing. I had secured my yawl when I drove in, and as I came to examine it next morning I found it almost free from injury, while the mast and sail and tiller were secure under the thwarts. By this time the gale was over, and I was surprised to see how far the water had fallen away from the beach. My next move after inspecting the yawl was to board the brig. This was an easy mat- ter, as the water at low tide did not reach her foremast. I was desperately afraid of facing a skeleton as I drew my head above the rail, and I made a lengthy survey before I dropped to the deck. There was a great deal of litter about, and much of the exposed woodwork had begun to decay. A more lonesome sight one could not find. I moved slowly from stem to stern, and was relieved when no ghostly relic of the dead presented itself. The brig had the old fash- ioned fo’castle, and I noticed that the slide over the opening was secured. The cabin doors were also shut. I dreaded to make a. further investigation, but hunger and peace of mind compelled me, and I finally entered the cabin. The medicine chest was upset in the main cabin or eating room, and the bot« tlesfscattcred about the floor. There was a spread on the table, but it was black with mold, and, after a brief look, I had to re- tire until the fresh air could drive out the heavy odors. By and by I returned, and when I had looked into the berths and found no moldering skeletons, a great load was taken off my mind. I had, however, to ex- amine the fo’castle yet, but, being encour- aged by what I had failed to find in the cabin, I made short work of it. Not a body had been left aboard. Renfoe must have heaved the dead overboard before he left the brig, although he had no recollection of the act. In the cook’s galley I'found everything in good order, and when I looked over the stores in the pantry everything smelled and tasted as wholesome as if only a week out of the warehouse. Within an hour from the time I boarded her I was eating a breakfast pre- pared in the galley and was feeling quite at home. When I had satisfied my hunger I opened up the hatches and the cabin skylight and then turned to and cleared the deck of much of the litter. When things looked a bit more trim I went down and got the chart showing the Sunda Islands, and, after a little calculation, I located my position as being on the west side of Lombak Island. It was not the main island, exactly, but one lying so close to it that it went by the same name and was separated only by half a mile of shallow water. Lombak proper was inhabited, but for many years past the western end of the island had been avoided on account of a plague starting there and sweeping off hun- dreds of natives. It seemed strange that some of the trading craft had not entered the strait and caught sight of the brig, and stranger yet how the craft got in there. The chart made it plain- er. A Westerly gale created a strong cur- rent through the straits, and one which made its influence felt several miles 03 the coast. In ordinary weather, with ordinary depth of water, the channel was dangerous to any sort of craft, many ledges and bars being shown. I suppose the big sails helped her along, and she got just the right slant at the proper time to carry her into the bay and beach herself. ' The spot was sheltered by the trees, and one would have had to be very close to see her. I got hold of the manifest and also in- spected the hold, and I found she had a valu- able cargo, and one which had not been damaged $10 worth. There were four or five steam engines, a great lot of agricultural tools, furniture in the rough, woodenware of all sorts, scores of cases of boots and shoes and dry goods, and enough, in fact, to make up a cargo valued at £27,000. The brig was as dry as a bone, and after a little ventila- tion and disinfecting she smelled as sweet as a peach. I was a week aboard of her before I decided What to do. The small boat was in good condition, and I took on water and pro- visions, and one morning ran down the straits to the north for the Flores seas, feeling quite sure of meeting some British vessel before crossing to Borneo. I had scarcely left my island behind when I saw H. M. S. the Dragon bound to the east, and by mid-after noon was aboard of her. After sending me back with a guard to hold the brig, she re- turned to Surabaja, on the north coast of Java, and reported to the consul, and within a month everything had been removed from the old Ben Hammond and she was left to decay. Her cargo insurance had been paid, but everything was recovered in such fine order that the loss was trifling—New York Sun. - Treasure Hoarding in India. It is difficult to estimate the amount of gold boarded in India; but it was approxi- mated before the royal commission on bimetallism at one hundred and thirty mil- lions sterling, which was the amount im- ported during the last fifty years, and is ex- clusive of the boards for centuries past. The silver was computed at about one hundred and seventy millions. This yields for both gold and silver a sum of three hundred mil- lions, which represents nearly one-third of the value of the total amount of coin (£1,000,- 000.000) estimated by Dr. Soetbeer to be in circulation in the world. The form which the hoarding takes is that of bullion or coin, and frequently the metal is made into orna- ments, partly used for the purposes of adorn-' ment and partly kept as a hoard. As a rule the native prefers it in the form of ornaments for his family, because it is a board; and it is also a source of gratification to them to possess these ornaments. The simplest form of jewel or ornament worn by the natives is the thick gold or silver wire twisted into bangles or bracelets. The latter are made by the Silversmith, to whom the poor Hindoo betakes himself when he has saveda few rupees. These are soon melted, and beaten up into the necessary article of ornament and hoard. Silver is also ham- mered into brooches and torques in imitation of knotted grass and leaves, while armlets, anklets and such like are freely fabricated. Solid or hollow gold lumps in the form of cubes and octahedrons strung on red silk ap- pear as another form of stored wealth. No Sabbath Violation. First Boy—Does your pa. let you go fishing with him on Sundays? Second Boy—No, but he lets me dig the worms for him. F. B.—-Dig ’em on Sunday? S. B.—No, on Saturday night. He says I mustn’t break the Sabbath—Boston Courier. * DON’T'TOUCH IT, FRIEND. LEARN BY EXPERIENCE WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT TO DC. All Mental and Physical Capacities Are Not Measured with the Same Sticks. Health Is Worth More Than Anything Else on Earth, Except Honor. Imean, for instance, the food that “hurts you every time.” Why not learn something by experience! If a certain solid always distresses you, or eight times out of ten is a. subsequent misery to you, why not turn “against” the thing as viciously as it is “against” you? “But even my daughter, not half as strong as I, can eat it.” That may be. Great is the mystery of the human stomach. I have long ago concluded that it is no sign I can eat and digest and as- similate an article of food because some one else even less rugged than I can. I know a man to whom butter is rank poison; he has not dared to taste it for fifty years. The grossest folly in the world is persistent punishment of one’s poor self by attempting again and again a viaud that was never cre- ated for your use. If a man is my enemy, or even decidedly distasteful to me, I do not at- tempt to make a. bosom friend of him. Why should I act on a. different rule with my enemy, a pumpkin pie? No, thank you. The seductive thing still looks tempting, and, I presume, would taste relishful were I to try it; but more than eight years ago the last pumpkin pie wrought its misery on me. The sickness of that day cost me just $116.67, a. profit I should have made had I been well enough to attend to business. Being perfect- ly miserable and helpless, I lost the day’s transactions. The diet that did it had often unhorsed me. I resolved to say good-by for- ever. Are you not in memory of some such dietic experience, dear reader? And do you persist? HANDLING “POISON IVY.” My youngest brother, new spending a few days with me on my farm, cannot handle “poison ivy.” I can touch it with impunity; it never injured me. As a boy I used to os- tentatiously wreaths it about my neck, rub its leaves till my hands were green with its juice, and do what I would with this charm- ing vine, unhurt; for a charming vine it is when the frosts touch it in the early autumn, changing its verdure to festoons of brilliant scarlet and deep maroon. Now, James, my brother, has just acted the fool’s part again. Last Tuesday he “tried it again, just to show the children that he dare do what Harkley did.” You should see his elephantine hands. He cannot pick up a. pin with those swollen fingers to save his life. I upbraided him. He answered, “Well, I thought in twenty years my constitution might have changed.” The duncel Why should a man, who cannot touch wine with self restraint, venture to let his glass be filled at his club supper because other men can use wine temperatelyl There is no dis- puting the fact that some men are temperate and others intemperate. Each should judge for himself. Certainly he is a wicked wretch who does a thing that exposes him to loss of self control, knowing the experience. . One man cannot speculate. If he goes into Wall street he becomes insane. The fret, the wild excitement of the changing market, up- set his sleep, his appetite, his whole nervous system. There is only one rule for such a man, if he would live out his days. Don’t‘ touch a speculative venture. I known singer whose voice fits her for the platform. But the nervous excitement of confronting an audience acts strangely upon her health. Some actors, singers, public speakers, grow fat upon the toil of their place; sleep, relish for food, all the physical functions flourish on the exciting life they lead. My dear friend, however, must simply choose another vocation. There are no two ways about it. If we, her best friends, can have our way, when the next manager approaches her with a $3,000 offer for a two months’ engagement, we shall hear her say, “I will not touch it.” For her husband’s sake, for the sake of her beautiful children, for her own charming self’s sake, this should be her prompt, resolute reply. Health is a matter of surroundings, of fit- ness of things, more than we realize. A man may work a calling for a time. making money. His youth, his surplus of energy, may enable him to resist the evil physical ef- fects of that calling. Yet in the middle period of life he will begin to cripple. Then is the time to change. He ought to have laid up savings sufficient to support him while in a transition to a business that he can health- fully pursue. He probably will have fiat" x ing overtures to continue. Don’t listen to them, my friend. Save your health. Stop in season. Your health is worth more to your family than anything else on earth, ex- cept your honor. To change today is to live to a. green old age. Next year will be too late. BE ALWAYS ON THE WATCH. All along the journey of existence I am on the watch as to the things that are hurting me. Not that I live a life of cringing fear. I keep my eyes open and study effects. I will not twice put my hand on a stinging bee if. I can avoid it. I will not expose my- self to the August sun on a. broiling day if it is possible to avoid it; one narrow escape from sunstroke is quite enough for me. I will not cool off in a draught when in a per- spiration; I have had my rheumatism, and it shall not be in vain. However tempting a book, I will not read it in twilight. So I might go on to show you, fair reader, that what I so earnestly preach to you I am willing to practice. The rule is wide in application. Some men are “bound to do a thing just to show that they can,” ignoring injuries invariably experi- enced. In trade this spirit leads to bankrupt- cy in the end. Let a thing alone if it has tumbled you once, at least leave it if twice you have suffered. I mean that if mining has swamped you twice, decide that life is too short for you to go putting savings in the ground. Let the other fellow try it. Your strong point is not mining. Are you a poor judge of oats? Let the other fellow deal in grain. You are better fitted for dry goods. It is true that by years of application the boy who by nature is fitted for a machinist might make a fair physician. But he spoils a great inventor to become a passable doctor. The avoidance of injury is a more rare art than pluck and courage. Success waits on safety. To learn the secret of safety is the highest wisdom. Preserve yourself. Pre- serve your eyesight, your hearing, your relish for food, your powers of application. Take good care of yourself. Mark the places where you slipped and sprained your foot. Buoy out the channel you have sailed over, Make your owu chart. Be your own hysi- cian, as far as possible, by preventin The ill turns that show plain causes in the bac ard look. Hurts in life are worse than fatigues. It is not hard work that kills. It is wounds and “acciden ” injuries to our wefs. Ob« stacles an man of spirit can ’ bunt; But a broken eg no man can quite recover from. Things that hurt us are more also than thin that hinder us. And, thank God, it is militia to avoid most the injuries mid?“ wh ch the thou ht em and the headstrong suffer. For grea ature is a kind mother to all her careful children—Barkley Harker in New York Weekly. WPOSSIBILITIES OF BABYHOOD.” l A Few of the Things the Little One May '00, but We’re Fond of It All the Same. Wordsworth remarks that “Heaven lies about us in our infancy,” to which some one has waggishly added, “and our neighbors lie about us after we are grown up.” If the baby is only a week or two old we are not so sure about the “Heaven,” for the supposed angelic smile may simply be the result of a twinge of colic. The boy baby is most sub ject to colic, and so, by fair inference, more Heaven lies about him. Probably Eliza Cook properly sized up the subject when she wrote: And Heaven was round us when we fed On rich, ambrosial gingerbread. It is neither kind nor wise to vote a baby an unmitigated nuisance. In doing so we shut our eyes against its wonderful possibilities. Babies may be like weeds, and weeds, says Emerson, are plants whose virtues have not yet been discovered. Ruskin says that a. child’s education begins when it is six months old—at the time when it “can answer smile with smile." However, the smile may not be essential; and yet if the baby is a boy, it will be better for him to do his “smiling” than than after he’s grown up. He can exhibit his developing intelligence without the answer- ing smile. To pull out a handful of papa’s whiskers, to smash grandma’s spectacles all over her face and to flatten out the kitten like a pancake with the rolling pin, is a. de- velopment sufiiciently ample. By its yells, vigorous and prolonged, it shows compass of lungs and tenacity of purpose. Such various aptitudes are a fair indication of its possibili- ties. Another writer, as smart as Ruskin, says “a child should be educated twenty years be- fore its birth.” We have not time to go back to the last generation; it is enough to edu- cate the babies of this one. We are not writ- ing a book on the subject, and so we’ll file away the opinion with the trite old Spanish proverb that “an ounce of mother is better than a pound of clergy.” A baby’s accomplishments are as varied as they are numerous. It can keep a. household in turmoil all day and in consternation all night, with a. provoking self consciousness that it didn’t half try. It has a wonderful faculty for sleeping in the day time when it ought to be awake, and of being awake at night when it ought to be asleep. It can wear out a pair of shoes in twenty-four hours and its mother’s patience in one. It can beat the hired girl. breaking dishes by two or three laps, and needn’t get out of its mother’s lap to do it. It is large enough to occupy the whole of the bed at once, and yet small enough to creep into the kitchen drain, se- lecting the time for the feat just when its mother has put on it a white, newly laun- dered dress. It will yell like a Comanche Indian if a pin merely touches its anatomy, and yet it will fall down a flight of stairs and not mind it any more than a book agent would. It can be sweet, patient, serene, when alone; yet, when trotted out for exhibition, will show much of its mother’s temper and all of its father’s depravity. It can lighten its moth- er’s burdens by adding to them, a. paradox that does not need a diagram. When there are two of him the mother’s care increases; so does his father’s desire to be profane. - Sometimes there are triple plated editions of him, but the instances are rare, which is fortunate, as it keeps suicide among distracted fathers below the average. There is a. possibility of his having the mumps, chickenpox, scarlet fever and measles, of his being good, dying young and becoming an angel, or of living long enough to become bald headed and useless. There isa possibility of. his becoming president, or something else ——more likely the latter. If a girl, she may marry an Italian count, who’ll count her out in his various schemes for squandering her fortune. She may get into the ballet if she lives long enough. The boy baby may make a fortune as an inventor, and then lose it by starting a newspaper. He may be nothing but a half starved clergyman at $600 a year, or rise to the enviable distinction of a base- ball pitcher at $6,000. It will depend on the want of brains, the preponderance of muscle, and the innate propensity to kick—Frank H. Stanfier in Detroit Free Press. The Parks of London. Here is something about London parks: Battersea park covers an area of 199 acres; anhey park contains 994 acres, but from a large portion of this the public are excluded; Greenwich park contains 185 acres, almost all devoted to the public; Hamilton Court park, with an area of 752 acres, is wholly unreserved, and the same may be said of Hampton Court green (17 acres) and Hampton Court Inclosnre gardens (42 acres); Hyde park, with 360 acres, is also practically unreserved, and the public have equal freedom in Kennington park (19 acres), Kensington gardens (274 acres), Kew gardens (248 acres), and Regent’s park (472 acres), the largest reservation in Regent’s park being 31 acres for the Zoologi- cal gardens; Richmond Old Deer park, con- taining 363 acres, is not open to the public; Richmond and Petersham parks cover 2,470 acres; St. James’ park (93 acres) and Victoria park (212 acres) are unreserved; but from Windsor Green park, which covers 5,300 acres, 1,395 acres must be deducted from which the public are excluded; Windsor Home park consists of 73 acres, with no re‘ strictions to the public. —San Francisco Argo- naut. An Artist. An artist must of necessity put his person- ality into his work. To thrill the impersonal soul of a public that is indifferent or is think- ing of other matters, blase if not ignorant— that is to say, whose sensibility has had its edge taken off by an excessive refinement or else has never been aroused by culture—it is not enough to use the mechanical notes of a well trained parrot accurately repeating a lesson learned by heart. If a singer does not put into his execution a portion of his own sensibility, then neither the natural qualities of his voice nor the skillful devices of his art will be able to arouse our sensibilities, how- ever magnificent may be the idea of which he is the interpreter. What we call artistic sentiment or artistic intelligence is not sc easy to define; still, it is a most important element, for it is simply this which distin- guishes a painter from a photographer, a Rembrandt from a sign dauber. “Ars est homo additus natures,” says Bacon, and nc better definition of art has been found up tc the present day. We may say that the per- former is, or ought to be, “Homo additus arti.”—-Gounod. Clydesdale and Shire Horses. The differences in the ordinary form of Shire horse as compared with the Clydesdale are: Lower and more sluggish action; the belly, or middle, larger; the quarters shorter, more like the Belgian horse, and the plates consequently steeper and flatter; the hooks wider between than the Clydesdale, in which they usually incline slightly inward; the leg bones rough and not so straight; the pasterns shorter and the hoofs more upright, giving a stilty look. Long pasterns are now sought for in the best horses, no doubt to try to counteract the general weaknesin this point. The space between the eyes is frequently not so wide, and the eyes are not so prominent as in tho Clydesdale. Beans and chestnut col- ors are most prevalent in the Shire. There is more long hair on the legs, and it extends around in front—Farm Live Stock. FOR LESS THAN $3,000. One of L. H. Gibson's Plans for Pleasant Houses at Moderate Cosh. “If a man had plentyof money there would be little trouble in building a good house." This is a statement which sounds as though it were true. It is not. The one who builds the more expensive house labors under more difficulties than the one who has only a mod- erate sum of money to invest. , 2;’/' ’ LIV/r" In? a ‘ a" , . I: .1335ququ VIEW. In the plan here given we have, as far as it goes, everything that could be wanted in a. home. There is the front porch and the four down stairs rooms. In a. vestibule where one may deposit wraps, umbrella, overshoos, it makes the ball so named a. room; the wraps, etc., are not in it. The china. closet and kitchen are as complete in a labor saving way as could be expected in the most expen- sive house. In truth, anything added would tend to labor making rather than labor sav- ing. There are double sliding doors connect- ing the kitchen and dining room. The ar- rangement of tables, sinks and drain board along the kitchen wall makes a complete ar- rangement for washing, draining and wiping the dishes. The washing process begins at one end and ends at the other next the china closet. The table and sink are convenient to the stove. ' There can be a. grate in the dining room, reception hall and parlor, if so desired. In this instance only one is shown. There is a front and a rear stairwa . The servant’s room is detached from the ront part of the house. There are three other bedrooms and the bathroom. There could be two more in the attic if it were desired. They would be as large and as square as the others. A bath- room properly fitted up saves more work than ee§ee was» GROUND FLOOR. any other arrangement about a. house. The necessity for carrying water up stairs and slops down is entirely done away with. The convenience of having hot and cold water near at hand, aside from the other conveni- ences, which the plumbing apparatus of the bathroom and kitchen aflord, are hardly to beestimated from a. housekeeping standpoint. An excess of plumbing fixtures distributed all over a house, however, makes rather than saves work. It is a. nice thing to have a washstand down stairs. In this plan it might be arranged under the stairway in front, and shut out from the room bya. door. There are many variations on this same arrangement which, according to individual taste, may bring about results more or less satisfactory. The rooms may be made larger, the length of the dining room may extend in another di— rection, and, if sufficiently long, may make room above for a bathroom at one end and a bedroom at the other, and in this way give five bedrooms on the second floor. Thlshouse has been built where the stairway started up a little farther towards the rear of the recep- tion hall, and in that way gave a view to the front. To those interested, however. all these changes will suggest themselves. As capital becomes more abundant the means for its profitable investment develop: greater ingenuity. This has led to the de- velopment of many schemes by which houses may be purchased on monthly or weekly pay- ment plans, and at a cost little in excess of sm$ C} Wm 1*} G 6 1-611. W W SECOND FLOOR. rent. At this time any one who lives in a town of moderate size, where money may be invested with ordinary safety, the payment of rent must be a matter of choice or ignor- ance rather than necessity. Building associ- ations are much more liberal in plan than they were a year or so ago, and correspond ugly more popular. From the fact that there is no first class securities which willpay the same large, legitimate returnsas building associations, this plan of sale of property is being largely adopted by capitalists and busi- ness men all over the country. The schedule herewith attached indicates the cost of this house in a detailed way: Building, first floor finish hard wood, second floor finish pine ............................ $2,000 Privy vaults ......................... . ........ 80 Cisterns. connections and pump....... ...... 60 Walks ......................... . .............. 4d Illuminatin ‘ ' ggaspipe ..... . ......... . ........ Plumbing. cellar sink, kitchen sink, bath tub, water closet, wash stand, stationary Gstreetwashermitywateruu... 9.3 m MooooOIUIOOOIDO'IICQOQ-one: 20a 0.00.0IDIOIOIICCOIOIIICIOII'OOODOOt... m Total. ....... ..... ..................32,sau hours Gases. LONGFELLOW’S MAIDEN; who is— “ Standin . with reluctant feet. Where he brook and river meet. Womanhood and childhood fleet l " _ is a type _of thousands of young girls who are emerging from the Chrysalis stage of their existence, as they enter u on their “teens." Nervous, excitable. irrigmlefi stirred by strange. unknowable forces within them, each a mystery unto herself, our girls need the tenderest care, the most loving patient oversight, and the aid of Dr. Pierce’s avorite Prescription, to safely carry them through this critical period, during which. in too many lives, alas, are sown the seeds of dis- tressing forms of diseases peculiar to the female sex. But this boon to womankind: will prevent all such diseases. or :cure them if they have already seized a victim. Woman owes it to herself, to her family, and to her social station. to be well and strong. Let her then not neglect the sure means of cure. “_Favor1te Prescription ” is a legitimate medi- cine. careful! compounded by an experiencedl and skillful p ysician, and adapted to woman’s! dehcate organization. It is purely vegetable: in _1ts composition and gerfectl harmless in its effects in any condi on of he system. Sold by druggists; $1.00. oral: bottles for 3530-. cam—www’W‘ ‘ "firms: Copyright. 1888. b? Wonto’s Dis. MED. Ass’zfj‘f ....~.. ‘\d" or. I’m—fins regulate and cleanse the liver, stomach and bowels. They are purely ve etable and per. fectly_harmless. One. a. 080. Sold. by druggists. 25 cents a Vial. THE NAMEIsallIIN YOUR EYE It’s the quality that. . COunts, _ fix, 4. ,. . . .3 SLEEPER’S EYE CIGARS Are guaranteed and proven the best 10c. cigar in the market. Sold everywhere. Trade-Mark. S. S. SLEEPER ‘3 00.. Factory, Boston. Ft’i‘i SAiE! Dougle Wagons, Single Wagons, Road Carts, Horse Carts, GoaL 'Wood, Grain. Flour, Hay, ' Straw #AND— Building Material, Etc. Etc. Ra ' Br South Norwalk. For Sale at a. Sacrifice. .V r soon, ‘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. 1m33 Enquire at GAZETTE OFFICE. 2;) 1,.'_ii)i.)l » EQUITABLE MORTGAGE Co. OF KANSAS CITY. CAPITAL182,000,000 6 and 7 per cent. Debenture Bonds and Mortga Loans at Parana Accrued Interest. 3 B. CRAUFUBD Agent Loom 2 Masonic Building Family Horse For Sale? N Extra Large and Fine Famil Horse for sale. Suits. 1e for Ladies, Chi dren or an invalid to handle. Apply at GAZI’H‘I Ormcn.
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