NORWALK
GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 9 1889.
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' THE ‘ MAN DARIN’S HEA'DJW
In one of those tall New York flat houses
which, without being very magnificent, are
very pretty, a lady was arranging the orna-
ments and furniture of a parlor into which
she had evidently just moved.
She was a very large woman, but of elegant
proportions, and her dress was handsome—a
morning robe of blue cashmere richly em-
broidered. Behind her a little white capped
maid unpacked a basket of bric—a—brac, and,
having dusted each piece, handed it to her
mistress.
Through the open windows came the sound
of traffic—the rumble of wagons, the roll of
carriage wheels. New York was at its busiest
and gayest on that clear, late, autumn day.
Now and then the cry of some street vender
was heard, and a newsboy was striving to at-
tract purchasers by roaring “extraw—er
traw,” in deep, horror stricken tones, and,
amid all these noises, ever and anon aroSe a
wail-shrill and plaintive as the shriek of the
banshee—which seemed to come from the in—
terior of the house.
“Is there a sick child in the house, Phoebe?”
the lady asked, after she had listened with a
shudder to this sound for several minutes.
“What a fearful wail!”
“Yes, my lady,” replied Phoebe, “and it is
tearful to be sure. It’s the janitress’ little
boy, if you please, my lady.”
“Phoebe, we are in America, and you must
tryto say ma’am, as the other maids do,”
said the mistress, with a smile, “I am not
rich enough to play my lady here in my na-
tive country, though the title belongs to me
in England.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll remember, ma’am,” said
the maid. “But if you please, ma’am, that
is the janitress’ child a-howling. Sarah, at
the second flat, ma’am, she told me how it
was. It isn’t sickness, ma’am, its beatings.”
“Beatingsl” repeated the lady.
“Yes, my la—I mean yes ma’am. She does
beat it awful, she does.”
“Do you suppose she is doing it now?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Phoebe.
“And the people in the house permit it?”
cried the lady.
“They don’t interfere." said Phoe be.- “They
have spoken, if you please, but she says as
her child is her own property, please ma’am,
and she’ll do as she likes.”
The lady smiled.
“Show me the way to the janitor‘s room,
Phoebe,” she said.
“It’s below; the sounds come up the regis-
ters, I suppose,” said Phoebe. Then the two
descended the stairs together.
At a door leading from the entrance hall—
a pretty door with a little sliding panel be-
side it like those at the box offices—they
paused at the instant a terrible scream was
heard within, and the lady opened the door
and entered.
A wiry, old woman in a black dress and
white apron, with a little cap on her head—
the very picture of neatness—stood in the
middle of an orderly room, holding a little
boy by the collar of his pink shirt waist and
beating him with a bundle of tagged leather
thongs. It is the old instrument of punish-
ment on some vessels yet, I believe, but sail-
ors make them and sell them to civilians as
“furniture beaters” now.
This woman was putting the thing to its
original purpose, and the torture of such
blows, even when given by her weak, little
old arm, must have been terrible to so small
a child.
“Take that and sass me again,” she cried-—
“take that, and that!”
A moment more and she paused. Some
one had coolly taken her by the collar of her
dress and drawn her back. Now a lady, to
whose shoulder the janitress’ head scarcely
reached, took the cat—o’—nine-tails from her
and drew the wailing child toward her.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,”
said this unexpected visitor, curtly. “If the
child needed correction a little switch would
be enough. I’ve a mind to have you arrested
for using this.”
“And what right have you to interfere,
ma’am, I’d like to know I” cried the woman.
“I am Lady Vernon,” responded the other,
quietly.
She knew that the woman was of English
birth by her accent, and she chose to overawe
her by a title. She succeeded.
“I’m sure, my lady,” cried the janitress,
“your ladyship can’t know how the child
tries my patience, and all I have to bear.”
“And I'm sure.” replied my lady, “that
you’ll have to control your temper, for
though the owner of this house is abroad I
could write to him and have you dismissed,
you know.”
“I’m sure you’ll not do that to a poor wid-
ow, my lady," sobbed the ianitress.
“If you strike the child again I shall," said
Lady Vernon. “Phebe, bring the child up-
stairs and amuse him a little. Now, my good
woman, what is the price of this thing?”
“It‘s my furniture beater, ma’am,” cried
the woman, “worth a,dollar.”
The lady placed some money on the table
and walked away with the eat-o’-nine-tails
under her arm, while the janitress started
after her.
“A real lady,” she said, in an awe stricken
voice. “Ah, but they are ’aughtyl they’re
born to it.”
It so happened that Lady Vernon was born
in Massachusetts, to Yankee girl to the back-
bone, and a country minister’s daughter, but
an Englishman of title had come to “the
States,” met her and married her. She had
gone to England with him and there great
misfortunes had befalleu her. Her husband
broke his neck while hunting, and a few
weeks afterward her little son was drowned.
The nurse had left him for amoment near the
shore at a seaside resort, to which she had
taken him; when she returned he was not to
be seen. His hat floating upon the water told
the tale. And shortly the widow found that
the sad event had made a difference in her
means and position. The estates went to the
second brother in the event of the child’s
death, and that which was hers as his guar—
dian during his minority passed away.
She cared very little, for her heart was
broken by this second blow, and with what
little remained to her she left the home en—
deared to her by such fond recollections,
plainly seeing that the new heir was glad to
have her go. He had always hated his broth-
er’s wife, “that Yankee woman.”
That was five years before. Time had soft-
ened her sorrow, but life had little to offer
her. She had loved too well to marry again.
Her parents were dead and she had been an
only child.
She had traveled quietly over Europe dur-
ing these years, and now returned to dwell in
her native land, bringing her maid Phoebe
with her.
The girl now knelt on the floor playing
with the child, a pretty little fellow, well
cared for as to cleanliness.
“Why does she beat you so, darling?” she
asked. “How could any one strike him,
ma’am?”
“Heaven knows,” said Lady Vernon.
“Phoebe, he is just the age my boy would
have been, I think.” Her tears began to
fall.
A foolish fancy that the child was like her
lost son came into her mind.
“Trouble softens the brain, I fancy,” she
said to herself.
The child played with Phoebe for an hour,
and then the girl conveyed a message to the
janitress that Lady Vernon would like to
have him come up whenever he chose, as she
had taken a fancy to him.
The old English woman, overawed by the
fact that a great lady patronized the child,
beat him no more, and sent him up stairs as
fresh and tidy as hands could make him.
She had at least the virtue of cleanliness, and
hour after hour the child played in the taste-
ful apartments of the clear good lady, as he
called her, showing no trace of the obstinacy
of which his grandmother accused him.
He was a gentlemanly little fellow, and
never broke what he was allowed to play
with, and Lady Vernon, who fancied her
heart grown cold since the object of her
adoration had been torn from it, found her-
self once more warmly attached to a living
creature.
She began to wish that the child belonged
to her, and from that went on saying to her-
self that it might. She could adopt the boy,
perhaps; remove him from his grandmother’s
influence, educate him, and bring him up as
her son. He was one to do her credit. Yet
any mother will understand how a mother
would shrink from putting another in her
dead son’s place. It almost seems like treach-
ery toward that other nearer and dearer one,
and Lady Vernon hesitated, and indeed aban-
doned the idea more than once, only to recur
to it again. She strove hard not to love the
child, but her heart was beyond her control.
Little Martin crept into it, though she
strove to banish him by the thought of her
baby Roderick, whose grave was in the sea.
One day, to steel herself against this new
love by memories of her boy, Lady Vernon
took from the depths of one of her traveling
trunks a. box in which she kept Roderick’s
toys. She turned them over and her tears
fell upon them.
“No, my baby,” she said, “I will not have
another son to take your place—I will not.”
Then she cried out to Phoebe: “Ah, Phoebe,
here is the mandarin he loved sol He had
the head in his hand when nurse left him on
the shore. Oh, Phoebe!”
“Dear heart, so he had,” said Phoebe. “He
used to take the head out always.”
At that moment little Martin ran into the
room. He spied the box of toys and rushed
toward it.
“You must not touch them,” said Phoebe.
“They are dear little Master Roderick’s, and
he is dead.” And she drew him back.
For the first time the child showed the tem-
per the janitress credited him with.
“They are mine!” he said. -
He ran up to Lady Vernon again and
caught her arm.
“Say,” he cried, “they are mine!” and sud-
denly he seized the mandarin in both hands
and dashed out of the room with it.
Lady Vernon stared in amazement. The
toy he had clutched was in her eyes a sacred
relic of her dead son.
“Stop him, Phoebe!” she gasped. “He is
a bad child—a rude little creature, after alll”
Phoebe started in hot pursuit, but the child
was already back again. He had availed
himself of the elevator which was coming
up. He was radiant, smiling, his cheeks
aglow.
“See!” he cried to Lady Vernon, and pre
sented her with the china mandarin no longer
headless, but wearing his round, smiling face,
his arched eyebrows, and his,braided pigtail
again.
“That is just what he wanted,” added little
Martin.
Lady Vernon had never fainted in her life
or she would have done so then. She was
bewildered, terrified.
She examined the mandarin closely. She
was positive that the head he wore had origi-
nally belonged to him. Besides, the toy was
not an ordinary one to be matched in every
shop.
This was the head that had been in her
child’s hand when he was left by his nurse
upon the beach. She looked at Martin
again.
“Where did you get that?” she asked.
“It is mine,” said the child, “and so are all
those.”
Lady Vernon was trembling from head to '
foot. A moment more and she had sent for
the janitress.
The woman came at once.
“Where did your grandson get this?" the
lady asked, pointing to the maudarin’s head.
“The chany head? He has always had it,”
said the old woman. “It fits the image; but
indeed I think he’s no thief. Anyway, it’s
been with him since I had him.”
“When did you get him?” asked Lady Ver-
non. “Where? Whose child is he? You call
him your grandchild—is he really so”
The woman hesitated. Then she amwered,
slowly:
“No, my lady, I’ve nothing to do with him
any way. He is nobody’s child, I’ve always
thought. William and me never had any
children—we married late in life—and one
day a gentleman William had been groom to
came to him. ‘I’m going to be married, Wil-
liam,’ said he, ‘and there’s a boy I’d like to
have out of the way. I‘ve been a little wild,
and—you understand?’ And William of
course thought he did. So he told William
that he’d give him a sum of money to take
the child to America and call him his grand-
child—and it was enough to open a. public
house with, and that was William’s ambition.
So he paid the money and we got the boy the
day we went aboard ship, five years ago this
autumn. He cried a. good deal and wanted
his mother—some light of love of the gentle-
man’s, I suppose. And he had that ehany
head in his pocket: he’s kept it ever since.
He don’t break anything, and—I hope noth-
ing is wrong, ma’am ?”
“No—go on!” gasped my lady.
the gentleman’s name!”
“The gentleman’s name was Mr. Alfred
Farnham,” said the janitress. “And my
poor husband failed in the public house, lost
all, and left the child on my hands besides
when he died. Oh! my lady, what is it?”
“It is this,” cried Lady Vernon: “Mr. Al—
fred Farnham is my husband’s younger
brother. My child inherited the estates and
title. In order to gain them for himself he
abducted my child, and all this while I have
believed him dead. It is lie—it is the little
fellow there! I have loved him from the
first. My heart told me the truth, though I
(lid not understand. Roderick, my darling,
come to me——I am your mother!”
\Vith a scream of joy the child flew into
her arms.
“And to think that I should never have
known it,” the mother sobbed, “but for that
little niandarin’s head! \Vhat blind worms
we poor mortals are!”
I fancy that Mr. Alfred Farnham hated
his Yankee sister-in—law more than ever, and
yet she was lenient to him.
“I could punish you terribly,” she said.
“But you were my husband’s brother; I
shall keep the story to myself. The family
lawyers will maintain silence, and the world
need only know that my b0 '-—the real Lord
Vernon—is restored to mg Only, as you
have a place in Scotland, you will go to it
and never let me see your face again.”
And Mr. Alfred Farnham, though before
the lawyers he affected to believe that the
Yankee wife of his dead brother had tricked
them all, was glad to take himself away in
safety.
“You are too merciful, Lady Vernon,” one
of the legal gentlemen who kept the family
secret said to her, but she answered:
“Alone there I: y the sea he might have
murdered him—cast his body into the waves
and left him there to drown. He spared my
boy’s life and that is why I spare him——fam-
ily pride has nothing to do with it.—Mary
Kyle Dallas in The Fireside Companion.
“Tell me
WHEE'RIO GLOVES WON THE DAY.
A Cowboy’s Scheme to Be Chosen “Caller
03‘" at a Frontier Dance.
We decided to give a dance on Christmas
eve, and the frontier town of Hugo was in a
wild state of excitement. That was several
years ago, but I remember the whole thing
as perfect-1y as if it had happened yesterday.
The population of the place was like that of
other western towns. There were four wo-
men there, two children, and perhaps sixty or
seventy men in all, most of whom were cow-
boys. Every man around the neighborhood
had made his plans to be at that dance, and
why every head of cattle thereabout did not
get away is a mystery, as the ranches were
all deserted on that evening.
You may be sure that the fame of that oc-
currence spread throughout that part of
Colorado. The arrangements were gotten up
in a truly magnificent manner for Hugo.
The store was cleared up, the floor carefully
scrubbed and all the chairs in the town were
arranged along the walls. The boys declared
that the floor must be waxed, and so we
hunted up some beeswax and generously scat
tered it around. Of course it did not im—
prove the floor, but it was wax, and wax
was what we wanted. It was agreed that
the dance was to be conducted in true eastern
fashion, and we all unstrapped the belts of
our six-shooters that evening, some of us for
the first time in a good many days. The
crowning touch to the arrangements was a
supper. There was not a man in Hugo or
fifty miles around whose chest did not swell
with pride when he thought of that supper;
“collation” we called it.
How we were going to arrange about part-
ners did not worry us much, for at a dance in
those days the principal feature was the
dance. But there was one thing over which
I, for one, lay awake nights. That was the
“calling off.” The distinction of being chosen
to call off the figures can hardly be appre—
ciated in these days and in this country. The
man thus honored always had his position at
the head of the room right next to the violin,
and of course he was one of the head couple.
His power was hardly less than that of a dic-
tator. The “caller” was always elected by a
vote of the ladies just as the violin began to
tune up.
“Bill” Stevens was admitted by every one
to be the best man who had ever squared
away as he sang out in sonorous tones, “Sash—
ee-ay,” or “dose—oe—dough.” He was an ideal
“caller” in the minds of Hugo’s citizens. W'e
all expected that he was sure to be selected.
He always was.
Every one was promptly on hand that
evening. Late arrivals were not the fashion
in Hugo. “Bill” Stevens was resplendent in
a. new blue flannel shirt adorned with shining
brass buttons, and he had on a bright red
necktie. He had new heels on his boots, and
on the whole was gotten up faultless; that is,
according to the fashion laws of Hugo.
There was only one man in the town who
could in any way compare with Stevens,
either as a careful dresser or as a. “caller.”
This was Col. Metcalf, but the colonel that
night did not seem to be at his best. His gray
flannel shirt had no brass buttons, and cer-
tainl y his green tie was not so gorgeous as
the flaming red one of Stevens. When the
first mournful note of the violin was sounded,
however, the colonel, with a flourish, drew
from his pocketa pair of white kid gloves
and began to squeeze his hands into them.
The ladies’ committee of four had apparently
already made their choice, but at this point
three heads went together in their corner and
there was a hurried consultation in whispers.
Then I, as floor manager, was summoned and
requested to announce to the colonel that he
would have the honor of “calling 011‘” the fig-
ures of the dances that evening.
Wherever in Colorado the colonel got those
gloves always remained a mystery. I know
that they were the first I had seen west of the
Missouri, for we seldom got near any large
towns. But, at any rate, he led the dance
that night, and it was admitted on all sides
that his maneuver was most brilliant and
strategic—New York Tribune.
How to Blake an ZEolian Harp.
Wax a piece of buttonhole twist about two
and a half feet long; tie each end strongly to
a small peg and thrust the pegs down the
crevice between the two sashes of your south-
ern or western window, stretching the silk as
tight as possible. It will surprise you, the
sweetness and variety of the tones the wind
will bring from it. Having done this you
may be moved to go further and prepare a
more elaborate aeolian harp.
Take some quarter inch wood and make a
box the length of your window frame, four
or five inches deep and six or seven inches
wide. Bore a few small holes in a circle near
what will be the upper side of the back of
the box when placed in the window with the
open side of the box, fasten two bridges like
violin bridges, one at each end, and stretch
on them several strings of fine catgut, con-
triving a series of screw pins to aid in the
tight stretching necessary, and allow of their
being turned to one note. Then raise your
sash on the windy side of the house, and the
wind passing through the hole and over the
strings will in its rising and falling make
very sweet music—Baptist Weekly.
Trouble of Catarrh. Sufl‘erers.
People who suffer from nasal catarrh have
more or less throat irritation, and not infre—
quently what they term “dropping of the
pala ,” properly speaking, elongated uvula.
It is not generally known that the last men—
tioned trouble is quite a common cause of
nausea, more pronounced in the morning
when the uvula rests against the base of the
tongue. Quite recently a case was reported
which shows how much disturbance this
change in the uvula may cause. The patient
was a girl 18 years old. For months she suf-
fered from nausea on first rising in the morn-
ing. She had little appetite for breakfast,
and if she ate any was likely to vomit it up.
The unpleasant symptom disappeared in the
course of two or three hours. She had no
cough, no tickling in the throat or sense of
irritation, hence none Of the “hawking,”
which is the common cause of nausea in
catarrh. Various medicines had been used,
but all to no purpose. The end of the uvula
was clipped off, and at once the morning
sickness ceased altogether. —Boston Herald.
Thackeray’s Playful Nature.
A lady tells this story of the novelist
Thackeray, who once visited her house.
After having told. a lot of delightful stories
Mr. Thackeray remarked that he must leave,
he was so terribly hungry. We told him that
we could give him 'a really good dinner.
“There is nothing, my dears. you can give
me,” he answered, with a funny sigh, “for I
could only eat the chop of a rhinoceros or a
slice from an elephant.” “Yes, I tan,” ex-
claimed my 3-year-old sister. She disappear-
ed into a big cupboard and soon emerged
with a look of triumph on her fat little face,
holding in her hands a wooden rhinoceros
and an elephant from her Noah’s ark. Put-
ting the two animals on a plate she handed
them with great gravity to Mr. Thackeray.
The great man laughed and rubbed his hands
with glee, and then taking the child in his
arms kissed her, remarking: “Ah, little
rogue, you already know the value of a kiss.”
Then he asked for a knife and fork, smacked
his lips and pretended to devour the elephant
and rhinoceros—New York Star.
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R. D HARTLEY’S
GATARRH REMEDY
Is the best remedy known for the cure of Catarrh
and its attendant ailments; It is safe, painless, and
never fails to give relief. This remedy cleanses
the nose, head and throat of all unhealthy secre-
tions, and soothes and heals the inflamed parts.
When the remedy is once tried the beneficial re-
sults are so prompt and satisfactory that the su f—
ferer never fails to continue the treatment until
permanent relief IS obtalned,
Do No: Neglect a Bad Cold
Use Hartley’s Catarrh Remedy for its Immediate
1y47 Cure.
Geo. H. Raymond,
Furniture Dealer.
AT THE OLD STAND.
36 MAIN STREET.
Large Stock or all klnds of Furniture Cheap
for Cash. Also
FURNISHING UNDERTAKEB.
I am prepared to take charge day or night and
urnish everything necessary for the intement of
ne dead. Telephone Connection with residence
No. 3 Berkley Place. ly6
FURNITURE
A Full Stock of Furniture of all klnds'
PABLUR AND BEDROOMSETS
a. specialty.
DAVID STOW,
Main Street opp. Depot
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN
F. KOCOUR,
Merchant Tailor.
Is ready to snow the finest and largest stock of
SPRING & SUMMER GOODS
which he will make up in the Best of Style, at
the LOWest Prices.
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.
l3 and 15 Main street, Norwalk, Conn.
GENERAL MARKET
Meat, Fish, Vegetables, &c.
LOCKWOOD «Io LOCKWOOD,
MAIN STREET.
All kinds of the best qualities of Meats, Fish,
Clams, Vegetables, etc., are kept constantly on
hand. and will be sold by us as low as can be pre-
cured at any market in Norwalk. We intend to
prove to our customers that we deserve their
patronage by fair and generous dealing.
1v40 LOCKWOOD do LOCKWOOD.
F. W. JAQUI. JR,
DEALER IN
Slouosloulullol Bulol-Solllauooo
Furnaces and Steam Heaters,
Tin, SheetIrou, Copper, I'Voodcn, Glass
and Crockery Ware.
Refrigerators and House Furnishing Goods.
Generally. A Full line of .
CHILDREN’S CARRIAGES.
umuing. Gas and Steam Fitting, and Hot Air
Engineering. A gent for the Richardson
& Boynton (Jo’s.
Furnaces and Ranges,
Also agent for the Economy
{AM 8:. WARM Am COMBINATION HEATER-
kiuds ol‘ Ornamental and Plain Slateing, Tin
Shingle Rooting.
.‘tSpall‘lng Done by Experienced Workmen
Short Nolice.
53 WflLL STREET,
“QB“ ALK. CONN
To Inventors.
GEO. R. BYINGTON
OFFICE :
tor. Iouisiana Ave. and llh St
Washington, D. 0.,
Gives his Personal Attention o Procurllg
Patents for Invention
In the U. S. Patent Office and all Foreig
Countries.
An experience of nearly ten years on the Patent
Otllce has given him a perfect familiarity with
every classification of Invention and the pal ticu;ar
EIIAMINERS AND BUREAUS, to which each
and every invention is referred. lle has a com-
plete familiarity with the Rules of Practice
the Records Models, .tc., &c., Sm, an
every detail of the olllcc, and GIVES 111s PER-
SONAL ATTENTION to the interests of his
Clients. Being on the ground, and Visiting the
Patent Ollice daily, he can serve Inventors in
securing their Letters Patent far more advantage
ously than Solicitors who do not reside
Washington.
Searches and Rejected
Applications
A Specialty. To all those whose application
have been rejected. he will make an examination
and report on the same gratuitously. Prelimin-
ary examination of the Patent Olllce Records!
prior to an application for a patent, will be made
foravery small charge, and advice or informa-
tion in regard to patents will be given in full
detail In acircular which will be mailed free of
charge to every applicant. He has special
facilities also for
Procuriug Patenls in Foreign
Countries
He refers to any officer of the Patent Office, and
10 tne many Connecticut Inventors for whomrhe
has done busmess and taken out LETTERS l’ATEN
HENRY D. CORNELL,
House, Sign, Outside and Inside
Paintoraud Decorator
Would announce to his friends and the pub! e
that he has a force of Superior :Workmen, and
prepared to execute all orders of -
Pamtmg, Pampering or Glazing,
n the best styl of the art, and at the shortest no-
tice. As he works with his men himself and thus
personally oversees all the details of their labor
he can pledge the very best execution, and an as.
surauce that none but the best of honest materia.
will ever be used by him; '
.He is ready to contract for any and all work in
Ins line and guarantee satislaction. Or he wil.
Iwork by the day or hour, and at prices that defy
competition.
Orders received by mail or at his residence,over
Mrs. Fawcett’s Mlllluery Store. 34
Geo. Seregory.
Livery. Boarding, Sale,
Feed and Exchange
No. 14: Knitht St"-
(Inrear orHorseCar Depot);
NORWALK, CONN.
&CArr1ages furnished at all nous.
tentlon and gentleminly drivers,
C )urteo
HENRY TILLY
CARRIAGE MAKER,
SOUTH NOR WALK, - CONN
Manufacturer of
Family Carriage, Vlolouao, Buggies, &o.
All Kinds of Repairing.
FURNITURE
J. B. ELLE
pposile Horse Railway Depot.
in stock of
Raulou, Challlllt’l‘. Dining and Kitchen
FURNITURE
i>erel your home \vnhout extr expense.
A good ne now
THE NOW FAMOUS
NEW CANAAN
CARRIAGE IIANUFAUTURY
—._._—
G. F. JOHNSON.
JOHNSON & RAYMOND
New Canaan, Conn.
lllouulooluuors_ol Curious
Estimates and Drawings Furnished of any
, . . v‘
Style of Carriage, W agon or Truck.
C. T. RAYMOND
SPECIAL ATTENTION GIVEN TO
REPAIRING.
First-Class Livery Attached
CARRIAGES CALLED FOR AND DELIVERED
FOR REPAIR AND PAINTING.
Norwalk Chronicler