2‘ v NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9 1889. MAKES A CHANGE. “I am sick of the world,” he said: “I am sick of the world and of life; 0f the double faced hypocrisy, And the strain of the godless strife LOV E “I am sick of the fools that succeed; I am sick of the sages that fail; Of the pitilcss laughter of Wealth, And of poverty‘s pitiful wail. “I am sick of the devils that leer At innocence passing by; I will bar my door to the world; I will lay me down and die." But there came a change as he spoke, And the mists were burned away; And the midnight darkness of his despair IVas turned to jocund day. And the sun burst forth once more, Till his glories filled the skies. And the magical power that wrought the change Was one look in a woman‘s eyes. ——l30ston Transcript. POSITIVE MISS KENT. “I wouldn’t marry the best man that ever lived!” And she meant it, or what answers the same purpose, she thought ,she meant it. After all, how few of us ever really know what we mean? “I engaged myself once, whena girl, and the simpleton thought he owned me. I soon took the conceit out of him, and sent him away about his business.” The voice was now a little sharp. W'hat wonder, with so galling a memory? “No only queried, “Do you think so?” and that ended it. Two or three invitations to the sewing room were quite sufficient to make Cousin Mark perfectly at home there, and aftera _ week he became familiar enough to say: “If you are not too busy, I should like to I read you this article.” “011, I am never too busy to be read to,” Miss Kent would say. “Sit down by the window, in this comfortable chair, and let’s hear it.” After a couple of weeks, when the gentle- : man came in, hoarse, with a sudden cold, 1 Miss Kent hustled about, her voice full of sympathy, and brewed him a dose which he : day; but one dose cured. After this occur- ; ‘ rencc Miss Kent was a really wonderful wo- man. Ah, what an arch plotter! Her ‘ confidences, until the very evening preceding man shall ever tyrannim over inc—never! . What the mischief do you suppose is the mat- ter with this sewing machine?” “Annoyed at your logic, most likely,” said my friend, a bright young matron, as she threaded her needle. “My husband is not a. tyrant, Miss Kent.” “I am glad you are satisfied,” was the la- conic reply. “It was quite evident by the expression of the dressmaker’s face that she had formed her own opinion about my friend’s husband, and was quite competent to form and express an opinion 011 any subject. Miss Kent was a little woman, fair as a girl and plump as a robin. She wasn’t ashamed to own that she was 40 years old and an old maid. She had earned her own living most of her life and was proud of it. She was a good nurse, a faithful friend and a jolly companion, but stroke her the wrong way and you’d wish you hadn’t in much shorter time than it takes me to write it. Her views on all subjects were strikingly original, and not to be com- bated. “IVhat are you going to do when you are old ?” persisted the mistress of the establish- ment. “W'hat other folks do, I suppose.” “But you can’t work forever.” “Can’t say that I want to.” “Now, Miss Kent, a husband with means, a kind, intelligent mau”~———— “I don’t want any man. I tell you, Mrs. Carlisle, I wouldn’t marry the best man liv- ing, if he was rich as Croesus, and would die , if I didn’t have him. Now, if you have ex- hausted the marriage question, I should like , to try on your dress.” There was something behind all this I knew well. My friend’s eyes danced with fun; and as Miss Kent fitted the waist, she threw me a letter from 11;» bureau. “Road that,” she said, look. ‘ t may amuse you.” “This is what the letter said; .tli a knowing? Cousin Mark’s departure for California. Then Miss Kent was very demurely asked to remain and keep an eye on Master Carlisle, whom the fond mother did not like to leave quite alone with his nurse. “We are compelled to be gmno a couple of hours,” said she; “but Cousin Mark will read to you-won’t you, cousin?” “Certainly, if Miss Kent would like it,” re- plied the gentleman. The infant Carlisle, thanks to good man- agement, was never awake in the evening, so the victims of this matrimonial speculation would have plenty of time. The back parlor was the room most in use during the evening, and out of this room was a large closet with a large blind ventilator, and out of this closet a door leading to the back stoop and garden. Imagine my surprise when I was told that Mr. Carlisle was going to the lodge, and that we, after profuse warnings about the baby, and promises not to be gone too long, Were to proceed to this closet overlooking the back parlor by the way of the back gate and gar- den. In vain I protested. “thv, you little goosie,” laughed Jennie, “there’ll be fun enough to last a lifetime. John wanted to come awfully, but I knew he’d make an awful noise, and spoil every- thing, so I wouldn’t let him.” The wily schemer took the precaution to lock the closet door from the outside, so there was no fear of detection. On a high bench, still as two mice, we awaited results. Presently, Cousin Mark, as if arousing from a protracted reverie, asked, “Would you like to have me read?” “Oh, I am not particular,” replied Miss Kent. “Here is an excellent article on elective aflinities. How would you like that?” J ennie’s elbow in my side almost took away my breath. ' “Who is it by?” she inquired. J ennio exclaimed (clear in my ear), “That’: to gain time, see if it ain’t.” “It’s by a prominent French writer, I be- lieve,” answered Cousin Mark. “I don’t think I care for a translation to- night,” said Miss Kent. “Nor I; nor reading of any kind,” he con- tinued. “This is my last evening in New York, Miss Kent. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your visit,” she re- turned. Jennie (into my very head this time), “She’s as shy as a three-year-old colt.” “I didn’t think I should feel so bad about t leaving,” Cousin Mark went on. MY DEAR Jsxxm: Ishall be delighted to spend ‘ a. month with you and your husband. There _ must be, however, one stipplation about my ' visit——y0u must say no more about marriage. 1 shall never be foolish again. Twenty years ago to- day I wrecked [my whole life. (“Better embark in a new ship. hadn't he?“ put in Jennie sotto voce.) So unsuitable was this marriage, so utter- ly and entirely wretched have been its conse- quences, that I am forced to believe the marriage institution a mistake. So, for the last time, let me assure you that I wouldn‘t marry the best woman that ever lived, if by so doing I could save 3 her life. Your old cousin, MARK LANSING. “Rich, isn’t he?” said Jennie, and then pointed to the chubby little figure whose back happened to be turned. I shook my head and laughed. “You’ll see,” said the incorrigible. “See what?” inquired Miss Kent, quite un- aware of our pantomime. “That parties which are chemically attrac- ted will unite. Of course an alkali and an acid. Don’t you think this sleeve 9. little too long, Miss Kent?” “Not after the seam is off. But what was you saying, Miss Carlisle? The other day at Professor Boynton’s I .saw some wonderful experiments.” “And did they succeed?” inquired Jennie, denmrel y. “Beautifully.” “So will mine. inmy life.” “I don‘t think I quite understand you,” re- plied Miss Kent perplexed. “No? I always grow scientific when talk- ing about marriage, my dear.” “Bother!” was all the little woman said, but the tone was much better natured than I expected. The next week cousin Mark arrived, and I liked him at once. An unhappy marriage would have been the last thing thought of in connection with that gentleman. He had ac- cepted the situation like a man, Jennie told me, and for fifteen years carried a load of misery that few could have endured. Death came to him at last, and now the poor fellow actually believed himself an alien from de- mestic happiness. Singular as it may appear, Cousin Mark was the embodiment of good health and good nature; 50, perhaps, though he didn’t look it, and as refund and as fresh in his way as the little dressinaker was in hers. As I looked at him I defied anybody to see one and not be reminded of the other. True, he had more of the polish which comes from travel and adaptation to different classes and individ— uals, but he was not a whit more intelligent by nature than the bright little woman whom Jennie determined he should marry. “I was surprised you should think it neces- sary to cautiOn me about that Cousin Mark,” cooed the plotter as she stood his by side, looking out of the window. “The idea of my being so ridiculousl” and in the same breath, with a wink at me, “Come, let us go to my sitting room. TVe are at work there, but it won’t make any difference to you, will it?” Of course Cousin Mark answered “No,” promptly, as innocent as a dove about the trap being laid for him. “This is my cousin, Mr. Lansing, Miss Kent.” And Mr. Lansing bowed politely and Miss Kent rose, dropped her scissors, blushed and sat down again. Cousin Mark picked up_ the refractory implements, and then Mrs. Jennie proceeded with rare cau- tion and tact to her labor of love. Cousin Mark at her request read aloud an article from The Popular Science Monthly, drawing Miss Kent into the discussion as deftly as was ever fly drawn into the web of a spider. “Who was that lady, Jennie?” Cousin Mark inquired in the evening. “You mean Miss Kent ?” said Jennie, look- ing up from her paper. “Oh, sheis alady I have known for a long time. , She is mak- ing some dresses for me now. Why?” “She seemed uncommonly well posted for a woman.” Under any other circumstances Mrs. Car- .lisle would have resented this, but now she I never yet botched a job intestines. “He is the wreck, you remember,” whis. pered Jennie. A long pause. “I think I hear the baby,” exclaimed Miss Kent. “Oh, no,” said Cousin Mark. “You are fond of babies, are you not, Miss Kent?” No answer from Miss Kent. “I have been a very lonely man, Miss Kent,” Cousin Mark resumed, “but I never realized how lonely the rest of my life must be until I came to this house.” “Oh, how lonely,” echoed Jennie. “Now I must return to my business and my boarding house—boarding house for a man so fond of domestic life as I am, Miss Kent.” Just then we very distinctly heard a little kind of a purr, which sounded very like a note of intense sympathy from Miss Kent. “I have friends in San Francisco, of course,” said Cousin Mark, “but no fireside like this, no one to care for me if I am iii, no- body to feel very badly, if I die.” “That’ll fetch her,” said Jennie. “I wish that I lived in San Francisco,“ said Miss Kent, in a little quivering voice “You could call upon me at any time if you needed anything.” Jennie in convulsions. “If you will go to California with me, Miss Kent, I’ll wait another week.” “Why, Mr. Lansing, what do you meani What would folks say?” she said. “we don’t care for folks,” said Mark. “If you will go, we will have a house as pleasant as money can make it. You shall have birds and flowers and horses, and all the scientific monthlies that you want, danced if you sha’n’t, and you shall never sew another stitch for anybody but me. Will you be my wife?” Just then Jennie and I stepped up another peg, and there was that little old maid, who would not marry the best man that ever lived, hugged close’ to the man’s breast who wouldn’t marry the best woman that ever lived, not even to save her life. We came away then. but it’s my opinion that they re- mained in just that position till we rang the bell half an hour later. “How did you know?” I asked of Jennie. “My dear,” she answered, “my whole re- liance was upon human nature; and let me tell you, dear goosie, whatever else may fail, that never does.” “Why, Miss Kent, what makes your face so very red '9” inquired Jennie, upon entering; “and Cousin Mark, how str. ngely you look! your hair is all mussed up.” “And I hope to have it mussed often,” said Cousin Mark, boldly. “Miss Kent and I are to be married this week.” Jennie laughed till her face was purple, and when I went upstairs, Miss Kent was pounding her back.—VVaverley Magazine. How and When to Drink \Vater. In giving some advice as to the best time and manner of drinking water, Dr. Leuf ex- plains that when water is taken into the full or partly full stomach, it does not mingle with the food, but passes along quickly be tween the food and lesser curvativc toward the pylorus, through which it passes into the The secretion of mucus by the lining membrane is constant, and during the night a considerable amount accumulates in the stomach; some of its liquid portion is ab- sorbed, and that which remains is thick and tenacious. If food is taken into the stomach when in this condition it becomes coated with this mucus, and the secretion of the gastric juice 22. its action are delayed. These facts show the value of a goblet of water before breakfast. This washes out the tenacious mucus, and stimulates the gastric glands to secretion. In old and feeble per- sons water should not be taken cold, but it may be with great advantage taken Warm or hot. This removal of the accumulated mu- cus from the stomach is probably one of the reasons why taking soup at the beginning of a meal has been found so beneficial. , She let them i . skirmish about, but not once did she givo ,throughout the length 0f the land, 15 a C161" : them a chance to be alone together. ‘ plans were not to be destroyed by premature . _ iman faith. Some of these sects are more MAHDIST DERVISHES. WARRIORS ENCOUNTERED BY ENGf LISH ON THE SANDS OF EGYPT. They Are Arabs of Pure Blood Known as “Jellabs,” and Until Recently Dealers in Slaves—The Black Troops Are Sou- dancse. It has been more than once pointed out here that the so called dervishes are no more , declared he should never forget to his dying I or little more dervishes than any Other Afri- can Moslems. As a fact, every follower of Mohammed is a “dervish” in some sense or other of the word. Your donkey boy in Cairo or at Zagazig, or, in short, anywhere ' vish—belongs, that is, to some sect or section, more or less fanatical, of orthodox Mussul- popular in one place than in another. The Rufayeh, for example, are the most common in lower Egypt, but others are almost equally numerous. An immense multitude of the Saidieh order used to prostrate themselves under the boots of their sheik’s horse at the annual doseh or treading, now abolished. Many of these men were waiters at hotels and servants in private families. The great Ahmedieh order, which especially affects the cult of Byumeh, is perhaps the most numer-' ous in all northern Africa, but new cults, and with them new orders, are constantly in- vading the old, both in Arabia and Egypt. We hear less now than formerly of the IVahabees, who at one time threatened to overrun not only Arabia but Persia and even India. ARABS or PURE BLOOD. The Mahdist dervish belongs to a wholly different class from the Saidieh or Rufayeh Egyptian who makes your bedor minds yodr horse or rows your boat. He is an Arab of pure blood, Whiter than the average Euro- pean, handsome to a high degree, with pro- nounced features, sometimes almost Jewish in type, and an air of pride and probity coupled with a politeness and general superi- ority at first sight most engaging and decep- tive. He is known among the dwellers in the Nile valley, not as a dervish, but as a jellab -—pronounced in Egypt “gallab”—a term which means a merchant, and, for rea- sons only too good, has of late years denoted a merchant of one commodity only—namely, slaves. The slaver on the Nile received sad blows and discouragement during the reigns of such viceroys as Baker Pasha and Gordon, and took to honest merchandise, such as ivory, feathers, henna, senna and the hides of antelopes and leopards. During the short but prosperous period indicated the jellabs might have been seen in Nubia or at Assfiuan with their cargoes, and it was difficult to connect these noble looking fellows, with their regal manners, their exquisite robes of White cashmere and their scarfs of priaeless needlework, with the stories you heard from the people around, who still dreaded and hated them—stories of craft, oppression, ra- pine, lust and cruelty for its own sake, such as would make both a hearer’s ears to tingle. These are the men whom the present turn of affairs has rendered desperate. By their own doing they have closed the legitimate market tney once enjoyed, and their fanaticism has grown as their wealth has shrunk, While the countless negroes whom under Ishmael Pasha they were enabled to canry into Egypt are now at a mature age able to retaliate on their old oppressors and to revenge the woes of slaughtered fathers and outraged mothers upon the remnants of the hated jellabs. To speak of these black troops as “natives” is somewhat incorrect. A few, a mere hand- ful, are of a second generation from those originally imported; but the bulk of the “Soudanese regiments” are slaves imported by those very Arab traders, and remember , personally or by tradition of their elders how _ they came into the Egyptian house of bond- age, what horrors of torture they underwent at the hands of these lordly jellabs, and how, finally, after undergoing and surviving,while thousands perished beside them, these hor- rors, they were seized by connivance of the Egyptian government, and, under the name of liberated slaves, were put into training for the'army. The supply of these soldiers is, not, as some authorities seem to think, inexhausti- ble. Mr. Stanley took away with him a. goodly contingent; another contingent has perished at Suakin and on the Nile; but of those that remain it may safely be said that for war in so bet a region, and especially against the slave dealers (whom we dignify as "dervishes" above all other dervishes), they are most useful, and may eventually be of further use as showing an example to the fellah soldier. HOW THE BLACKS FIGHT. The great drawback, to their employment is their inherent savagery. They are reckless of the lives they have with such difficulty preserved, and when they come hand to hand with their former masters the unhappy jellab has but a. poor chance. When, at Suakin, they were orderedto charge a trenchful of dervishes they went forward with reckless fury, outstripping their European officers, and occupying Simultaneously both ends of the trench, literally raked it from end to end with their fire, leaving not asingle'man alive. How far they are to be depended on before other troops we have no means of knowing. The few Egyptian regiments who were led to dire defeat by the ex—khedive’s son in the Turkish and Russian war were largely com- posed of black slaves, then newly imported by the jellabs, hastily drilled, led by Turkish or Egyptian officers, and exposed to the one elemental condition of which they had pre- viously known nothing—intense cold. They had been parboiled under the equator and roasted in the desert, but snow and frost were too much for them. They had, moreover, no special grudge against the Russian—011 the contrary, if they had been long enough in Egypt they could not but have learned to hate the Turk. ' Their Moslein fanaticism, if it has ever c..— isted, had not had time to grow; and, unlike the jellabs, the soldiers of the czar had never injured them. IVith the soldiers of Sir Francis Grenfell it is diiferent. Their own recollections of early life—what they have heard from their comrades—what has been told to them by the unhappy refugees on Nu— bian territory of the vengeance wreaked by the “dervishes” on the unresisting Villagers of the Upper Nile after the fall of Khartoum -—-these and many other considerations which it is not very easy for the English traveler to fathom make the black soldier an implacable foe to the white faced jellab who murdered his mother and burned his village and sub- jected himself to every indignity and bodily torment that the most refined system of cruelty could invent. —Cor. London Saturday ' Review. I , . Highest Points of Habitation. I Visitors at the Pike’s Peak observatory have for years been regaled With the state- ‘ment that “this is the highest point on the 'globe which is inhabited the year round,” 11; now appears that regular meteorological ob- 'servations are made on the Andes, in Peru, at a height of 14,300 feet, which is about two hundred feet higher than the Pike’s Peak station. In Europe there are but two sta- tions at any considerable height, these being about 10,000 and 11,000 feet respectively.— New York Telegram. President and Prefect. When Marshal MacMahon was president of the French republic, he made anumber of changes in certain official places, and at one time took a tour through the country which, it was said, was to be marked by a removal of a number of prefects, or local governors, and their replacing by others of the presi- dent’s party. He arrived at the principal city of a de- partment the prefect of which, by reason of his politics, was marked for removal; and it happened that the president lodged in a room which was exactly opposite that of the prefect, in the prefecture, or government house. The president had acquired in his army days the habit of rising early and brushing his own clothes; and on this occasion he got up ,at an extremely early hour, opened his window, and, seeing no signs of life, took his coat and waistcoat and began brushing them at the window. The prefect, it happened, had been pre- vented from sleeping by the prospect of los- ing his place, and was awake at the time, trying to study out some means of keeping the office. Hearing the slight noise which the president’s toilet making caused, he peeped out of the window, and saw the head of the state hard at work with his brush. “I have itl” said the prefect to himself. He got his own clothes together, hunted up a brush, put up his window suddenly, and began brushing. This attracted the atten- tion of the governor, who looked over and saw him at work. “Well, well! Is that you, Mr. Prefect?” he said. “As you see, Mr. President,” said the pre— feet. “You rise early, Mr. Prefect.” “As you see, Mr. President.” “Ahl and you have the same trick that I have of brushing your own clothes, which is very singular. Now in my case it is an old soldier’s habit, Mr. Prefect.” “In that respect I am a soldier, Mr. Presi- dent,” was the reply One thing led to another, and ina few min— utes the prefect was invited over ‘into the president’s room, and the two great men were soon chatting amiably together. The story ought to end with the president’s finding out the stratagem of the wily pre- fect and cutting off his official head. But, as the Parisians tell the story, the prefect was not removed; and afterward, whenever his name was mentioned as a possible subject for a change, the president would shake his head. “Oh, I know him,” he would say. “He is all right where he is. He’s a fellow who gets up early in the morning.”—Youth’s Com- panion. It Was a Valuable Cane. “So you lost your cane, you say, and you don‘t bother your head about it because it was only a fifty center,” and the detective shrugged his shoulders as he made this re- mark to me on a. Manhattan beach train yes- terday. The cane had fallen off the re- porter’s knees as the cars were at full speed. “It’s lucky you don’t carry anything of value in it,” continued the detective, “or you would bother your head a little about it. I’ll tell you what the cane reminds me of. Some years ago an eccentric rich man of this city was going to Chicago and he lost his cane oil the platform of a smoking car. I was a pas- senger on the train, and before we got to the next station that man was about as crazy 3. man as I ever saw. The cane was a cheap John, but if he had lost his only son he couldn’t have been more upset. Well, he got off at the next station and had a telegram sent back to the other offering a reward of $25 for that cane. It was only ten miles away, and as I had business in the town whose station he telegraphed from, I got quite interested when Ifound that the gentle- man had determined to remain till the next day to get his stick.” “Did he get it?” “He got it, and he and I the next day con- i tinned on the same train on our way to Chi- I) cage. I met him at the Grand Pacific about a week afterward. He and the cane were tO< gether. “ ‘Is that thing as valuable as ever?’ I asked. “ ‘Not by a blank sight,’ he exclaimed, laughing. ‘It‘s worth $20 though,’ he added, and taking it by the lumpy head he pressed his thumb on one of the wood warts in a mys. terious, fumbling way, and the knotty head fell back. He then handed me the stick. It was hollow about three inches in depth under the head, and the ‘hollow’ was lined with vel- vet. “ ‘Don’t you think I was right to pay $25 for the recovery of a cane like that? he re- marked. » “I respectfully said that I didn’t see where the value came in. “ ‘Well,’ he answered, ‘it will never be as valuable to me again as it was when I drop- ped it off the platform, for it then contained solitaire diamonds worth $25,000} ”—New York Herald. George Fawcett Rowe’s French. George Fawcett Rowe, the actor and au- thor, was a man of many accomplishments, among which was a thorough knowledge of the French language and its literature, Dur- ing an engagement in Chicago a dozen years ago he played a part one night in which he was required to pronounce several French words. Next day the dramatic critic of The Tribune took Mr. Rowe to task for his French, and kindly explained how one of the words should have been pronounced. The critic was George Gordon, now and for many years back connected with The Brooklyn Eagle. \Vhen Mr. Rowe saw the paper he sat down and wrote to The Tribune as fol- lows: “My French is by no means perfect, and I am always anxious to have my errors corrected. Iwas in doubt about the. pro- nunciation of the word to which your critic alludes this morning, and accordingly con- sulted four French dictionaries, all of which agreed on the pronunciation which I adopted. Now that I know they are wrong, however, the word shall not be mispronounced by me again.” The letter was printed, and Mr. Gordon gracefully acknowledged his error. —Chicago Herald. Ber Little Game. Mrs. Call (in dry goods store) —I wish, if you please, that you’d give me samples of six or seven different patterns in surah silks, and a few samples of colored velvet; a friend of mine would like them; and I’d like a sam- ple of this green India silk. I want a dress of some kind and—a sample of this figured silk, too, and one of this pink satin. Thanks. I’ll decide soon about the dress. Mrs. Gall (outside the store)—One, two, three, five, eight, eleven, fifteen-nineteen perfectly lovely samples in all! Six or seven .more as large as these will make a whole block for my new crazy quilt. I’ll go around to Ribbon &. Linnen’s and get them before I go home—Drake’s Magazine. - ,I I -—.———————-—— The Best Color. “I want a bottle of ink,” said a boy of 9 or 10 years as he entered a stationer’s on Michi- ’ gan avenue the other day. “What color?” “I dunno.” , “Is it for school purposes?” “No, sir. Pop wants to give a mortgage on our house iin‘niture.” “Oh. I see: you had better take black.”— Detroit Free Press. I INTERIOR DECORATION. An Example for Commendation from I ifth Avenue. New York. The room in a Fifth avenue house. here illus- trated by a cut from The Art Amateur, is a good example of a. rich and aristocratic in- terior. The drawing gives little more than what is essential—the outlines of things, their arrangement, with occasionally an indication of their material or their ornamentation. Note, in the first place, that the room, though well furnished, does not look crowd- ed. It is not a very big room, yet it has an air of spaciousness, desirable above all things in city interiors. This is gained principally by leaving the wall surfaces, for the most part, almost plain, the patterning being so small and slight that the artist has found it ' sufficient to hint at its existence by the use of a little spatter work. Then the long lines of cornice and dado are not broken on the sides that are shown save by the mantel and the door. The top of the mirror over the mantel (and the mantel shelf, too) runs parallel with these lines. It would be better if the top of the door casing did so also; but the disturb- ing presence of the arch is counteracted to a degree by the transom of Japanese lattice work surmounted by stained glass which is thrown across it. .., .4 A FIFTH AVENUE INTERIOR. This arch apart, nothing can be more uncom- promising than the use made of straight lines and right angles in this room; not even the cupboards that jut out from the mantelpiece at either side have a curve in them. The panel- ing is square; the ceiling is divided oil into straight lined compartments, and there does not seem to be the least elemcgit of weakness, the arch excepted, in the whole construction. This, it is hardly necessary to point out, not only preserves an air of dignity and sim- plicity to the apartment, but it actually helps to give a home like appearance by bringing out the numerous curved lines of the furni- ture and the bric—a—brac. To introduce curves at all freely in the architecture of the room would be to take away from the attrac- tiveness of the chairs and sofa and tables, and to make the eye less inclined to dwell on the graceful shapes of the porcelains and bits of Venetian glass on the mantel shelves. Let us attempt, with such help as the artist has given us, to create a. color scheme for the room, though it will probably be in part unlike the reality. Let the frame of our old beveled mirror be either in gilt wood or in stamped or hammered brass, and the mantel in carved cedar or other reddish wood, with squares of warm toned stamped leather in its panels. The small tiles next the open- ing of the fireplace will be in various tones of dark green and blue. Those underneath will be in chocolate color, or a warmer and lighter buff. The rug may contain much dark blue, but deep red should predominate. The walls must be very delicately pat- terned in two or three shadesof warm brown and gold. The cornice may be in cream and gold, and a few lightly stenciled ornaments in gold may deck the ceiling. AN $1,800 HOUSE. Plans of a Handsome Frame Two Story and Attic Dwelling. Frame Two Story and Attic Dwelling.— Stone foundation. (Attic unfinished.) Par- lor and ball finished in hard wood; inside blinds; oil finish. Height'of stories: First story, 10 feet; second, 9 feet 6 inches. Cel- lar, 6 feet 6 inches. First story contains hall, 6:14, with wardrobe off; parlor. 14x15 (with Porch. Ra rib-5b CL. Kitchen. Dining'ficom. Porch. Hall. Parlor. GROUND FLOOR. fireplace); dining room, 11x15. kitchen, 10x 16; pantry, 4 feet 6 inches x 6 feet 6 inches. Large china closet. Second story ‘cc‘fitains four large chambers, large sitting hall. bath- room and closets. tI ...- | Chamber.’ SECOND STORY. Estimated cost of building, si,soo.—.Ar-' tistic Homes, published by National Build- ing Plan Association, Detroit, Mich. , listener, “ “AGE CANNOT WITHEB HEB,” remarked an old gentleman, as he gazed fondly upon the comely little woman by his side; “but frankly,” he continued, “ at one time I was afraid cosmetics would. The silly little woman. in order to appear youthfu .. plastered her face With different varieties of whitewash, yclept ‘balms.’ ° creams.’ ‘lotions,’ to.” “Yes," interru ted the little woman, ‘ I did, until my skin ecame like archment and so mm 1 and coarse.” “Wei ," said the at do you use now?” “Use.” was the reply. “ not ing but common sense and Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery. Common sense told me_ that if my blood was pure, liver active, appetite and digestion good, that the outward woman would take on the hue of health. The ‘Discovery’ did all those things and actually rejuvenated me.” If you wou d possess a clear. beautiful complexion. free from blotches. pimples. eru tions, yellow spots and roughness” use the ' Golden Med- ical Discovery.” _ It is guaranteed to do all that it is claimed to, or mouear said. for it will be promptly refuu e . Copyright, 1888. by WORLD’S DIS. Man. Ass’n. ” stain HE— , , for an incurable case of Ca- “ a tan-h in the Head by the proprietors of Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy. By its mild, soothing and healing properties, it cures the worst cases. no matter of how long standing. By druggists, 50 cents. A BGSE BY ANY NAME Would smell asswcet SLEEPER’S EYE. lathe new name of a well-known cigar of unequalled popular- ity by reason of its quality. Sold for 10 etc. :everywhers. ‘.I,r Trade-Mark. S. S. SLEEPER 3; 00., Factory, Boston. Fail Stiff l Dougie Wagons, Single Wagons, Road Carts, Horse Carts, GoaL ‘ VVood, Grain. Flour, Hay, Straw -—.A.ND— Building Material, ll'd Br South N orWalk. For Sale at a. Sacrifice. Will c sold if applied for seen, 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 Enquireat GAZETTE OFFICE. EQUITABLE MORTGAGE 00., OF KANSAS CITY. CAPITAL 82,000,000 6 and 7 per cent. Debenture Bonds and Mortga Loans atl’arand Accrued Interest. R B. CRAUFUED Agent 2.00m 2 Masonic Building Family Horse For Sale. AN Extra Large and Fine Family Horse for sale. Suitable for Ladies, Children or an invalid to handle. Apply at GAZETTE OFFICE. I
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