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SUNSET.

I have gazed on the morning of life,
On the rose tinted blush of the scene,
When the fancy of youth was still ripe,
And the beauty of springtide was green;
When the future was shining, in splendor,
Not a cloud in the dome of the Sky;
And the pathway of youth was made tender
Though the driftwinds of sorrow were nigh.

I have gazed on the noontide of life;
On the midday of withering heat;
On the mingling of trouble and strife
And the feverish brow of defeat.

I have gazed on the heights of ambition
That ascend to the zenith of fame;

I have heard the pulse-beat of life’s mission,
And I know that true bliss is the aim.

I have gazed on the evening of life,
On the sweetness of calm and repose.
On the surcease of sorrow and strife,
And the grandeur that living bestows.
I have seen the gray shadows fast falling
Round the tottering frame of old age,
And the echoes of night were fast calling—
Mother Nature has turned the last page.

I have gazed on the sunset at last;

On the vision of crimson and gold—
When the shade tints of evening are past,
Then the beauties of dawn will unfold.

I have gazed at the casket containing
The remains of a dear one who‘s gone,
And the symphonies sweet are refraining—
On the flight to the beauties beyond.
-—Louis N. Crill, J r., in St. Paul Pioneer Press.

All HOUR’S TREASON.

Jacques Laborde was the son of an Arden-
uais peasant. who had drained himself to his
last son to send him first to the Lyceum of
Charleville and thence to Saint Cyr, and who
had ended by adoring a child whom he had
begun by hating, costing, as it did, the life of
its mother.

Coming out from school at the head of his
classes, he was, at 21 years of ago, one of the
most promising officers attached to the stafl!
of the major general in the Rue Saint Domi-
nique, and one of whom his chiefs predicted
great things.

Physically he presented the singular type
of the Ardennais peasant by the Belgian fron-
tier—tall, robustly built, with black eyes and
a rosy skin that told of the ardent fire thrown
into his veins by a southern sun; perhaps,
also, the intermingling blood of two races de-
veloping in one. .

Exceedingly limited in resources, for his
father was now dead and had left him noth
ing in the shape of property but- a valueless
hut in the depths of the forest, he lived in a
tiny lodging on the fifth floor of the Rue de
Verncuil, and with sturdy pride and horror
of debt condemned himself to a life of rigid
austerity. He thought of nothing but work
and study and never dreamed of indulging
in pleasure, though at the bottom of his soul
there was a fund of passion and tenderness
that more than once drew a sigh from his
lips as he recalled with dreamy eyes those
visions of beautiful women and young girls
encountered three or four times a year at the
balls of the ministry.

But it was not till the close of December,
’85, that Jacques Laborde’s peace of mind re-
ceived a mortal shock. A woman, of course,
who had made upon him an impression from
which, in spite of his efforts, he was unable to
free himself.

She was called the Comtesse Jeanne d’An-
traguc, and was of a captivating and danger-
ous beauty, slender, yet admirably made,
with dazzling teeth, plump and rosy lips,
dark eyes of a singular splendor and a smile
as sweet and guileless as an infant’s. Scarce—-
ly 25 years of age, they said she was a widow,
and in truth she did live alone in a marvel-
ously furnished dwelling in the Rue Male-
sherbes and under the protection of a de-
crepit old man whom she declared her father.

V'Vheuce did she come? IVho was she and
what was her object? A problem as yet un-
solved, and above her mirror in her sleeping
chamber, as if in answer to every surmise,
a )peurcd the curt and mysterious device:
" lion 0. moi.”

From her—nothing; yes, but from the po-
lice, had they thought to ask it, a “surveil-
lance report,” that closcd with a phrase no
less clear and decisive than the one above the
lady’s mirror, to wit: “The Comtesse d’An—
trague, an exotic wasp, for the time being
buzzing on foreign soil.”

Briefly—a spy!

And it was for this foreign spy that Jacques
Laborde was seized with his mad passion,
and with fever rioting in his brain wandered
like one disordered through the streets of
Paris, seeking to fly from his own heart. The
danger of his love he neither knew nor di-
vined, but life had suddenly grown heavy to
him and his days and work odious.

Seeking always to see her, and at last suc-
eeeding, he avowed his love for her. She re-
ceived his avowal with a frank smile and the
gayety of achild who hears a language which
it does not comprehend. He grew eloquent,
and the fervor of his passion animated and
made his black eyes burn like flame.

This went on some months, perhaps; and
them-she refused him. No matter, he still
loved her, and at times to his whirling brain
came wild ideas of suicide or murder.

Murder because she was always calm and
smiling; seemed to find a pleasure in this tor-
ture of a soul, and to await, with the craft
and slyuess of a woman—ah! she had not yet
told him for what she did wait!

Some weeks more passed thus, and Jacques
Laborde shunned his comrades; they saw
him nowhere, and he was thin and pale and
stooped in the shoulders, as if bent under a
heavy weight; and, taken with a horror of
even his friends, repulsed every effort at dis-
traction to live in the thought of Jeanne.

“My bad she refused him? For what did
she watch him—and wait?

It was this he asked her one evening, kneel-
ing at her feet in her boudoir, hung with a
'dull velvet drawn likea jewel case, and light-
ed by a single taper, that gave it the aspect
of a mortuary chamber.

“Tell me, Jeanne,” he cried, “tell me, what
is it that you wish me to do ?”

Wish him to do? She turned upon him a.
long, long gaze, her lashes trembled slightly,
and Jacques, whose ardent eyes were fixed
upon her own, saw with astonishment that
she had suddenly grown very pale.

“Listen to me,” said she, presently, and she
bent her lips to his ear and began to speak in
a tone so low you would have thought her
afraid that some one would hear her words.
Ten words, not more, but still sufficient to
bring him to his feet with a face of horror
and a brow moistened suddenly with sweat.

“It is infamous!” he cried. “It is infa-
mous, infamous!”

And without another word or a backward
glance he turned and fled from the room, re-
peating only from time to time, as if facing
a haunting thought:

“Yes, infamous, that which she exacts!”

As for the comtesse, she remained where he
had left her, seated in her chair, calm, un-
rulilcd, and with a slight, scornful smile on
her red lips as she caught the sound of' the
heavily closing door.

“He will return,” she said aloud, rising
languidly to ring for her maid, “he will re-
turn, and soon.”

And she awaited him for many days, but
he did not return, though he wrote her daily
burning letters—mad, insensate appeals. She
did not answer, and with every letter the
same strange smile returned to her lips, and
every morning and evening Jacques Laborde
watched and waited for a. word or message
that did not come.

“She means it, then!” he cried, despairing-
ly, his fingers clinching in his palms till the
nails were buried in the flesh, “she means it,
to betray my country, to give to her the
secrets of its defense; never, never! It is too
horrible!”

All the same, the Very next day saw him
at the Comtesse’s door and saw him refused
admittance. He insisted, entreated, pushed
the lackeys aside, and forcibly sought to
enter. They forced him back, they hunted
him away; Jeanne was still pitiless.

Three times be renewed the attempt, three
times was pcremptorily checked, and then——
she wrote him:

“Remember,” said she, “what I have asked
of you. Obey me, and 1am yours.”

“The devil! the devil!” he groaned in ago—
ny. And he struggled anew with the atro-
cious thought; his honor as a soldier, his
pride asa Frenchman revolting against it;
shame, rage, love, by turns disputing his
heart. He loved her, he was weak as a
child, and tears were not strangers to his
eyes.

One morning after a night of sleeplessness
he got up and regarded himself in the glass—
white, haggard, shaking; it was the face of an
old man that confronted him.

“So be it,” said he, as he looked; “she de-
mands an infamy. \Vell, that infamy, I com-
mit it, and afterward—will kill myself imme—
diately!”

And reclothing himself in his uniform,
Jacques Laborde descended to the street.
Where was he going? And what going to
do? He was going to the Rue Saint Domi-
nique, to the Ministry of War, on Whose staff
he was a trusted officer, and he was going to
find and to copy, if possible to do so, the im-
portant papers relative to the concentration
of the French forces in case of a German at-
tack.

This was what Jeanne d’Antrague had de-
manded of him—a treachery in payment for
her love!

And in the streets, as he wandered on and
on, Jacques staggered on his legs like a
drunken man, mnrmuring to himself in
broken works and laughing at times a strange
laughter half choked with a sob. Still, he
intended to obey Jeanne; he was on his way
to obey her then, and that same day would
see the triumph of his love!

From time to time, as he walked at ran-
dom, he would stop a moment as if to retrace
his steps. He could not do it—his will was
powerless; and always before him shone the
face of Jeanne, her seductive smile and the
dangerous charm of her beautiful body.
Jeanne preceded him; it was she who showed
him the road with the tip of her finger and
said to him: “Thou dost not love me, then!”
if he hesitated a second.

He was truly like one intoxicated. He ran
on stumblingly; the people stopped to look at
him; he heeded them not. Some gamins and
soldiers saluted him as he passed; he saw
them not. And then, all of a sudden, in the
Rue de Grenelle, with head bent forward and
cars alert, he stopped and listened; he had
caught the sound of a bugle roll, the rhyth-
mic tread Of a battalion.

He wished to fly, but could not; his feet
were nailed to the pavement, and the soldiers
upon him, marching gallantly with guns on
shoulders and trumpets ceaselessly sounding
their warlike notes, recalling battles, the
crack of muskctry, the cries of combat and
triumphant assaults.

It was not till the last echo of the battalion
had passed from hearing that Jacques La-
borde, breathing freely again, resumed his
way to the ministry. But gradually as he
approached it his step became heavy and
slow; he stopped more frequently and looked
behind him, and soon, before its door, he saw
the sentry box, the sentry beside it, erect and
motionless and gun in hand.

 

A brave and honest soldier, too, this sentry,
strong and broad of shoulder, heavy of figure
and wearing the uniform of the infantry of
the line, his frank, rosy countenance mottled
with freckles, his hair and mustache a fiery
red, and the air of a raw recruit imprinted
on every feature. Certainly not a handsome
soldier, but Jacques Laborde, standing there
and watching him with widening eyes, saw
him grow and grow and take on astounding
proportions and double and quadruple him-
self and become as a legion.

It was no longer a single sentry box and a
single occupant he had in front of him—it
was the whole nation; it was France herself
angered and accusing! This soldier, so hum-
ble and awkward, had come from afar, had
left his home, his flocks, his farm, his carts
and harvesters, his family, perhaps, to do his
duty—he loved and would defend his country!
Ay, and from every corner of France had
come others like him to do the same at the
trumpet’s call!

He approached him closer; he was com-
pelled, in fact, to pass him to enter the door,
and the soldier, seeing an officer coming,
drew his heels together, fell into position and
presented arms.

Jacques uttered a stifled exclamation—
France—embodied in this soldier—France sa-
luted her traitorous son!

He turned away in inexpressible disorder,
to come again when he had a little recovered
his calmness and to be stopped again by the
same reluctance, shame and disgust of self at
sight of that soldier In the name of the army,
in the name of France, still saluting him.

It was too much; he could stand it no
longer, and with a touch of his kepi in re
spouse to the salute, Jacques Laborde wheeled
and returned to the Rue de Verneuil. to that
tiny lodging and room where he had dreamed
and thought of this coming war, where he
had suffered and where he had yielded him-
self to a thought of treason—Translated from
the French of Mery, by E. C. W'aggener, for
N. Y. Mercury.

Playing to Deadheads.

I know towns in the Connecticut valley
where the majority of the auditors are dead-
heads. I have played many towns in that re-
giontwith a company which cost me $100 a
day, and had in the house at night 600 people,
of whom only 150 paid fifty cents apiece, tho
price of admission. The remaining 450 were
deadheads. It must not be forgotten, how-
ever, that these 450 would not have come at
all unless they had been furnished with passes,
and if the house had been empty my players
Would have been so depressed that they would
have given a bad performance and I could
not have played avreturn date.
of a return date is money. In other words,
the average countryman has so little money
to spend that he will not risk a cent on an
unknown attraction. If the entertainment
on its first appearance pleases and is talked
of, it can be “booked back” within three or
four weeks and play to 200 or 300, which is
good business for a “one night” stand. The
manager does not have to put out so much
printing, and he can shut down altogether on
deadbeads.—-Robert Morris in New York
Star.

Eiffel Tower Resistance.

From calculations made concerning the re-
sistance which the Eiffel tower can offer, it is
ascertained that it is able to sustain a normal
wind pressure Of 881 pounds to the square
yard, or a total pressure of more than 6,000,-
000 pounds. So that, if at any timc'a hurri-
cane of such unheard of force should come to
exert its force against it, the tower would

, bravely stand its ground, while in all proba-
bility most of the surrounding monuments in

 

Paris would be demolished—New York Tole.

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LIFE IN THE RHINELAND.

 

“Kir’nsess” in a German Village—Home
Life in the Old Country.

The German “Kirmess,” analogous to our
yearly village fairs, or “feasts,” as they are
called in the north of England, originated——
in long past years—in the celebration of the
ananCIrSZII'ny the church dedication. But
now it has gradually lost all its religious
meaning, and has come to be looked upon as
a general holiday—a day for feasting and
dancing. ‘

Indeed, the little village in which we at-
tended (writes a correspondent from Rhine-
land) the “Kirmess” couldn’t boast of a
church at all; for the church goers, if there
were any, bad to walk two miles to the next
town. On our arrival we were confronted
by a crowd opposite the principal “wirths-
haus,”a young man declaiming to the Vil-
lagers from an inverted tub. We couldn’t
catch all of what he was saying, but he seemed
to be telling every one to be happy and to
enjoy themselves, and he drank at intervals
a glass of white wine, with a slice of lemon
in it, to the health of the community, amid
general cheering. Presently he got down
from his tub, and then the fiddlers struck up,
and couples began to gyratc around a May
pole, decorated gayly with pine trees, flags
and flowers. They danced in perfect time
and rhythm, even “reversing” to perfection.

After the inaugurating dance round the
maypole they all adjourned to the inn, where
the fun was long carried on, with alterna-
tions of beer drinking in the neighboring
garden. Presently the chief “honor” (or
small farmer) of the village came up to us
and politely, with a deep bow, requested the
ladies to do him the honor of a dance. We
accordingly each in turn joined the whirling
couples, and had hardly sat down and recov-
ered our pristine coolness when the young
man who had held forth on the tub (the vil-
lage shoemaker’s son, we afterwards learned)
approached us, with a comrade. He bowed,
and asked us to join a village lottery, for a
“splendid shawl.” We all signed our names
to the lottery list, and then—won by our
generosity—he offered to repeat again his in-
augurating speech for our benefit, as we had
been such late arrivals.

Mounting on to a chair, he got through ‘

some fifty lines of doggerel, of which he
modestly disclaim .the authorship. “It is
an old poem,” he s' , “and has been repeat-
ed for many anniversaries, but I will not say
that I have not added to it and improved it.”

One thing in the poem amused us. Every
peasant, he told us, contributed so much to-
wards the entertainment. This arrangement
is surely better than that adopted at similar
feasts in Northumberland, where the vil-
lagers pay fourpence each to the fiddler for
each partner, so that the mean members of
the community stick to only one partner for
the evening, and the plain or otherwise un-
interesting damsels perhaps feel that they
are not even worth fourpence. The wine
and lemon was given to us all arouhd to
taste, and our healths were drunk, and
“now,” said the young man, “we must be
going, or the girls will be complaining that
we have not danced with them.” The girls
of our party seemed to think this last remark
hardly chivalrous.

Our friends departed, continues our corre
spondcnt, and we, too, soon followed suit
for our old milkwoman, who lived in the
village, had invited us all to tea and we must
not keep her waiting. We found her cottage,
and climbed up the steep chicken ladder to
her neat little room, where a table covered
with a snowy cloth groancd under the cakes
the good woman had baked for us. (Life in
Germany, it must be confessed, consists,
among the wall-todo at least, of an unceas-
ing series of “mahlzeiten”—eating times.)
The milkwoman was a neat, trim old lady,
over 60, with checks like rosy apples. She
would not be induced to join us at the table,
but brought her coffee cup to a modest dis-
tance.

She lived all alone, and at her advanced
age carried milk twice daily to and from the
town, a distance of four miles. She had five
cows in a stable near, and her only compan-
ion was a mongrel dog, to which she had
taughtasurprising number of tricks. On
the old oak chest in the corner was a portrait
—-honored by a frame—of a good looking
youth in evening dress. “That is my son,”
she said proudly; “he is a waiter at Darm~
Stadt; he comes to see me once in every two
years.”

One of my companions, a fun loving, ro-
mantic German girl, said: “He has such
beautiful eyes, I should like to marry him.
Will you be my mother-in—law?” The old
woman took the matter seriously, and said,
with a rather dignified air, “My son does not
think of marrying yet. And he must not
have a fine lady wife, who would not work.”
“Oh!” cried the young lady, “that does not
matter. You shall live with us and do the
cooking and I will make the room pretty
with curtains, etc.” The old woman frowned;
she evidently was in deep inward cogitation.
“But he has no money to marry with,” she
at length objected; “he sends his savings to
me twice a year; he‘s a good son to his old
mother.” “Oh,” said the young woman, “I
don’t need money. I have enough of my
own; I only want a kind heart.” The mother
made no answer to this; but an hour later,
aswe were departing, she called my young
friend aside and whispered: “See here! If
you are really in earnest about my son, I
will speak to him about you at the next
kirmess; he has promised to visit me then,
and we will see what he says. Gelt?”-—Pall
Mall Gazette.

At an Indian’s Grave.

Along the shore of Oneida lake there is an
Indian’s grave, where at times a weird and
supernatural light makes its appearance. It
is described as a ball of fire about the size of
a large orange, and sways to and fro in the
air about twenty feet from the ground, con-
fining its irregular movements within a space
about 100 feet square. People have attempt-
ed to go near enough to solve the mystery,
but it would suddenly disappear before
reaching it. A very-peculiar story is told by
the neighbors near the spot. They claim
that many years ago the locality was part of
an Indian reservation. A man by the name
of Belknap frequently dreamed that there
was a crock in the Indian cemetery contain~
ing immense treasures, and that if he ~. went
there at the hour when graveyards yawn he
could secure it. These dreams were repeated
so often that they had a strong effect, and he
went there with pick and shovel, according
to instructions, but he failed to turn round
three times when he found the crock, as the
dream directed. He went to pick it up, but
was stunned by a flash of lightning, and the
crock disappeared. Since that time the spot
has been haunted by the mysterious light.—
Chicago Mail.

To Cure Insomnia.

It is a. pity that so many people suffer with
insomnia when such a simple preventive is in
reach. I have a relief which never fails.
“Then I find myself tossing I get up, walk
across the floor once or twice and then get
an apple, a piece of bread, anything to arouse
my stomach and set it working. The mo-
ment it commences it attracts the attention
of the nerves, so to speak; the nerves forget
they are “on edge” and are soon soothed in
slumber. Commence on the inside to cure
sleeplessness, not externally, nor with drugs,
f or they are base dcceivera—Interview in
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

 

 

 

HUN T’S REMEDY.

\VILL CURE the Kidneys,
REGULATE the Heart, null
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GEO.W.A.RD SELLECK,
HARDENBROOK’S BLOCK. WALL STREET,
FAMILY GROCERIES.

ATENTS l

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Wm. Lockwood,

Real Estate, Insurance and Investment
Securities.
MONEY To LOAN.
Insurance Placed in First-Class Companies

Office—Cor. MAIN Jo WALL STS., NORWALK
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DENTISTRY!

Everything in Dentistry, and Everything
Fully Warrauted.,

w. II. BALDWIN, an. s,
68 Wall St., Norwalk. Ct. ,

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Attorney and Counselor at Law,

Room No. 4, Up Stairs.

 

 

GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK, CONN.

 

ALEX. s. GIBSON,

Organist of Isl. Congregational Church, Waterbury,
Teacher of

Pianoforte, Organ and Musical

Composition,
Lock Box 39 P 0..NORWALK.CONN.

 

NC D,

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Incorporated 1312.
CAPITAL AND ASSETS, $8,902,272.64.

Insures against loss and damage by Fire, on
terms adoptedlollie hazard and consistent with
he laws of compensation. COWLES Ar. MERRILL,
SoleAgenls for Norwalk and Vicinity.

 

MINER D. RANDALL, Architect and Super

inteudcnt.
_ Plans and Specifications for all kinds of Build-
ings.

Artistic designs for Stairways, mantels, side-
boards, etc.

Framing or working plans for all kinds of build-
lugs accurately made.

Office, Cor Main and Wall sts.,Norwalk. Open
Wednesday and Saturday evenings.

Residence, liverslde ave., East Norwalk. 1y]

Building Materials, ac.

UILmNG STONE, all qualities of sand, eel
lars dug. gardens and grounds renovated
horses and carts for hire. 1 have somethoroughly
rotted and very fine manure for flower beds.
J. W. EDMUNDS,
No.6South Union Avenue.
P. O. Box 654, Norwaltk

PLYMOUTH ROCK ICE.

HAVE a large quantity of Ice on hand. It was
_ frozen on pure water. It is clear, clean and
solid ice. All orders promptly attended to.
Thanking my customers for past favored solicit
a continuance of their patronage.
R. L. ELLS.

 

 

TH E

Norwalk Fire Insurance Co.

line now completed its
18th SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS YEAR.

And can not outstandluga dollar of unpaid losses

orclaims for losses. No scam! company insures

r‘orless.

W. C. STREET, Pres, GEO. B. ST. JOHN, 'I‘rcas.,
GEO. It. Cowmas Secretary.

Express.

I’atronize the old reliable

ADAMS EXPRESS COMPANY.

Low RATES AND PROMPT DELIVERY.

Branch Office, Norwalk. at S. K. Stanley’s
Mam Ofllce at Depot, South Norwalk. thZ
L. HUNT, Agent.

G.A.FRANKE,
THE HAIROUTTER,

No. 1 Gazette Building.
HOT AND COLD BATHS.

PENSIONS

And GOVERNMENT CLAIMS my sole bus!-
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Don’t delay. Address or visit

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Tag Cards, . Receipts,

Town and Probate Records, Letter Headings,
Books and Pamphlets, Note Headings,
Hotel Registers. Milk Tickets
Printed in the Neatest Styles and at the Lowest
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Call and get estimates.
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Money to Loan.

Stocks, Bonds &c., Bought and Sold,
and Loans Negotiated at Lowest

Rates of Interest.
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w. H. MEukER,
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SOUTII NORWALK, CONN.

 

Sanitary Plumbing, and Ventilation, and
Low Pressure Steam Heating, a Specialty.

PLUMBERS’ SUPPLIES.
Pipe and Fitting for Steam and Gus.
Agent forthc Florida Low Pressure Boiler.

Facilities for Cutting and Threading all Sizes 01'
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TO HORSE OWNERS I

We keep constantly on hand a good assortment of

Kentucky and Ohio Horses,

selected with great care in the western markets.
We have horses suitable for all purposes and no
one who wants a thoroughly reliable animal should
purchase before seeing what we have to offer.
We also keep constantly on hand at our Carriage
Reposnory a complete line or CARRIAGES from
the best makers, which are manufactured for us
to special order ; every carriage warranted.
WAGUNS and CAR’I‘S of every description.
HARNESSES, WIIIPS, ROBES, BLANKE’I‘S

DANN’S LIVERY STABLE,

OFFICE 48 WALL ST., NORWALK
OPP. I). & N. II. II. DEPOT 35

 

 

 

Geo. H. Raymond,
Furniture Dealer.

AT THE OLD STAND,

36 MAIN STREET.

Large Stock of all kinds of Furniture Cheap
fear Casll. Also

FUIIRIISHING UNDERTAKER.

I am prepared to take. charge day or night and
furnish everything necessary for the intement of
tne (lead. ’I‘elepnone Connection with residence
No. 3 Berkley Place. 1y5

FURNITURE

A Full Stock of Furniture or all kinds-

PARLUR ANA BEDRRUMSETS

a specialty.

DAVID STOW,

Main Street opp. Depot
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN

GENERAL MARKET

Meat, Fish, Vegetables. 8:0.

LOCKWOOD 85 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 pro-
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 a LOCKWOOD.

F. w. JAQUI. JR.

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Furnaces and. Steam Heaters,

Tin, Sheet Iron, Copper, Wooden, Glass
and Crockery Ware.
Refrigerators and House Furnishing Goods.
Generally. A Full line of
CHILDREN’S CARRIAGES.
Plumbing. Gas and Steam Fitting, and Hot Air

Engineering. Agent for the Richardson
a Boynton Co’s.

Furnaces and Ranges,
Also agent for the Economy
STEAM &. WARM AIR COMBINATION Hr. unn-

All kinds of Ornamental and Plain Slateing, Tin
and Shingle Roofing.

Repairing Done by Experienced Workmeu
at Short Notice.

53 WflLL STREET,

NORWALK. CONN.

Beef, Fish, Fruit
and Vegetables.

You can get any and all of the above mentione

articles at
T!

R. W. SMITR’S MAR

55 M A IN S'I‘REE’I‘.
EV EItYTIIlNG

N iiW, FRESH“. HA I\' .

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Try us. we can please you

J. (.7. NEWIKIRK, '

DENTIST

Dentistry performed in all branches. Gold and
Porcelain. Crowns inserted. Gas administered
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omce at residence, Lewis Street, near Con-
gregational church , Norwalk ly37p

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To Inventors.
630. R. BYINGTON

OFFICE :

Cor. louisiona Ave. and Ill St '
Washington, I). 0.,

Gives his PersonalAttentlon o Procvring

Points for Inventions

In the U. S. Patent Office and all Foreig
' Countries.

An experience of nearly ten years in the Patent
Office has-given him a perfect familiarity with
every classnlc-alion of invention and the poo tlcu.ar
EXAMINERS AND BUItImUS, to which each
and every Invention is referred. Ile has a com-
plete familiarity with the Rules of Practice
the Records, Models, &c., (to, &c., and
every detail of the office, and GIVES HIS PER-
SONAL A'I‘TEN'I‘ION to the interests of his
Clients. Being on the ground, and Visiting the
Patent Office daily, he can serve Inventorsmn
securing their Letters Patenlfar more advantage
ously than Solicitors who do not reside in
Washington.

Searches and Rejected
Applications

A Specialty. To all those whose applicatlons
have been rejected. he will make an examinatio

and report on the same gratuitously. Prelimin-
ary examination of the Patent Office Records,
prior to an application for a patent, will be made
for avery small charge, and advice or informa-
tion in regard to patents will be given In full
detalllnacorcular which will be mailed free of
charge to every applicant. He has special
facilities also for

Pmcuring Palenls in Foreign
Countries

He refers to any officer of the Patent Office, amp
to me many connection: Inventors for whom he
has done busmess and taken out LETTERS l’A'I‘BN’I‘

HENRY D. CORNELL,

House, Sign, Outside and Inside

Paiotoraod Decorator,

Would announce to his friends and the' public
that he has a force of Superior ;Workn.en, and ls
prepared to eXecute all orders of

Painting, Papcring or Glazmg,
in the best style 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,
be can pledge the very best execution. and an as-
surance that none but the best of honest malaria
Will ever be used by him.

_He is ready to contract for any and all work in
his line and guarantee satisfaction. Or he wll l
work by the day or hour, and at prices that defy
competition.

Orders received by mail or at his residence,ovex
Mrs. Fawcett’s Milliuery Store. 34

Geo. S. Gregory.

Livery. Boarding, Sale,
Feed and Exchange

Stables.

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.No. 14 Knight St.

(.n rear of Horse Car Depot),
NORWALK, CONN.

Carriages furnished at all hours. Courteous at-
tention and gentlemanly drivers,

HENRY TILLY
CARRIAGE MAKER,

SOUTH NOR WALK, - CONN

 

llanutacturer of

Family Carriages, Violonos, Baguette.
All Kinds of Repairing.

 

 

THE now FAMOUS
NEW CANAAN

CARRIAGE RANIIFAGTIIRY

G. F. JOHNSON.

JOHNSON & RAYMOND

New Canaan, Conn.

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Estimates and DrawingsFurnished of any

C. T. RAYMOND

Style of Carriage, Wagon or Truck.

SPECIAL ATTENTION GIVEN 'I'O
REPAIRING.

First-Class Livery Attached.

CARRIAGES CALLED FOR AND DELIVERED
FOR REPAIR AND PAINTING.

R. D HARTLEY’S

GR’I‘ARRH REMEDY

Is the best remedy known for the cure of Catarre
and its attendant ailments; it is safe, painless, an-
never fails to give relief. 'I‘his remedy cleans?
the nose, head and throat of all unhealthy secrs.
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When the remedy is once tried the beneficial rs-
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ferer never fails to continue the treatment unti
permanent relief is obtained,

Do Not Neglect a Bad Cold

Use Hartley’s Catarrn Remedy for its Imme dia
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