’ ' LOST LIGHT. I cannot make her mile come back-— 'l‘hat sunshine of her face. That used to make this worn earth seem. lit times, so gay 9. place. The same dear eyes look out at me; The features are the same; But. oh, the smile is out of them, And I must be to blame. Sometimes I see it still; I went With her the other day, To meet a long missed friend, and while We still were on the way, Her confidence in waiting love Brought back for me to see, That old time love light to her eyes 'That will not shine for me. ' They tell me money waits for me; Thev say I might have fame, I like those gegaws quite as well As others like those same. But I care not for what I have Nor just for what I lack, One tithe as muchas my heart longs To call that lost light back. Come back, dear banished smile. come back! And into exile drive All. thoughts, and aims, and jealous hopes That in thy stead would thrive. Who wants the earth without its sun? And what has life for me That‘s worth a thought, if, as its price, it leaves me robbed of thee? —Edward S. Martin in Scribner-‘5. AT SEA nil mo. About fifty miles above Sidney, Australia, an English gentleman named Howe, a retired civil ofiicer, had a fine place directly on the sea. 'l‘liLs was twenty-five years ago, and the place may have passed through halt" a dozen hands since. It was a villa or country seat and farm combined. Hovve was rich, but he raised fruits, vegetables, hay and wool to sell, and he was part owner in a brig which called in at intervals to carry our stuff away. On my first voyage in with this brig the gent-1c" man took a fancy to me and hired me to work ashore, and I had been with him three years when the distressing incident I an: shout to relate can: about. I-Iowe owned a pleasure yacht. but :15 he feared theses she was seldom used. When she went out. I had charge of her and could run her very nicely with the help of a boy. “Ye also had several l'Oll’imfli.>', and (hero was scarcely a pleasant evening that i did not row some of the family out. There was a fine bay in front of the farm, and unless the weather was very boisten‘ous this water was always said). On the evening of Dec. 10, 180.”), the brig came. into the bay to load with cargo, and she anchored almost opposite the house. She hadaiino new yawl, in which the captain came ashore, and it appeared that. Howe and the women folks were greatly tairrn with it. Early next morning I was told to get this yawl ready for a sail down the bay to a small island. where a picnic dinn \r was to be eaten. The party, when ready to start, con- lsisted of llowe, his wife, and an ifl~y.ar-old daughter named Bessie, a miss of ii} named Ransomo, v4.10 was on a visit, and little Ben Howe, who was only 5 years old. Two ladies from the next farm above were to have gone with us, but a merciful Providence detained their. at home. It we . touch and go whether we snonld make the ti 3 without them, but it was decided to go in order not to disap- point the young folks. I had filled the water keg and taken a big lunch basket aboard, and when we moved away there was just brcezo enough to fill the sail and jog us along about three. miles an hour. A more perfect morning I never saw, and the oldest sailor could not have suspicioncd a change. Vie reached the island all right, rcnniincd there uniil ‘3 o’clock p. (11., and then started for home. At about 1 o’clock the sky bazcd up and the wind (lied almost away, and as the tide. would begin to run out at 2 I became somewhat anxious. My sailor experience warned me that there would be a change of wind and weather, and I was impatient to get away. One trifle and another detained us until the hour named. The people enjoyed themselves immensely, and it was not for me to say when we should start, although I did throw out a. hint or two that I suspected a- chauge of weather. All were in good spirits when we. finally got away, and as the yawl wasa good sailer she crept along at a fair NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMlL two candles, which had been taken along to explore a cave said to be located on the isl~ and, but which we did not find. We got a light, roused up the others, and after we had broken our fast all felt more cheerful. Had the women been of the common sort I should have known What to say to brace them up, but they were aristocrats, tender as spring flowers, and a bit of hardship was cal- culated to upset ’em. I made an attempt to belittle the situation, and declared that it was nothing but an unpleasant adventure, and after a bit they all got some courage and be- gun to be more hopeful. What worried me the most was the fact that the wind kept get- tfng up stronger and stronger, and by 11 o‘clock the yaw] was humming through the yeast like a. man—of—war in a gale. I knew ‘ we were going out into the Indian ocean at speed until the wind suddenly fell as flat as , you pleased. We were then opposite the ocean inlet, which was a mile broad, and we began to drift out with the tide. I had a pair of cars in the boat, and Mr. Howe took one and I the other, and we pulled away to cross the space. As he was not a strong man, and had had no practice in rowing, we made no gain, and, to make matters worse, he lost his oar overboard and it was sWept away. We were three miles from the brig, and I was getting ready to hoist a signal when the sky darkened up with a sort of fog, shutting us in, and the wind breezed up directly off shore. Had it not been for the strong tide I could have beat back into the bay, even in the fog, but I was soon compelled to tell Mr. Howe that we were being drifted and driven out to sea. The news at once unnerved him, and his words and demeanor all the others, who began wailing and lamenting. Little Ben was an exception. He was not only too young to understand the danger, but he on- joyed the novelty of the situation. He crept back to the stern sheets, stood between my knees to steady himself, and whispered: “I sha’n‘t cry, Jack. Only I wish my dog was here!" After we had driven over the bar, which always forms at every inlet, the breeze fresh~ ened still more, and I had to run 011‘ before it, although [double reefed the sail. Had I attempted to beat back to the coast line I should have got among the rocks and reefs which lined it for miles and miles. There was room in the inlet to beat up against the tide, but it was now so dark that I could , nation. hardly see the bow of the boat, and I had no i compass and could have run only by dangcr- r ous guesswork. In heading dead out to sea 1 expected nothing worse than to have to pass 5 the night on the water. By morninrr, at least, the brig would know that we had met ' with a piece of ill luck, and would stand out to pick us up. And, too, the wind might go down with the sun or veer to a favorable ‘ quarter. Therefore, while Mr. Howe cursed his foolishness in ever steeping foot into the yawl, and while the women cowered and wept, I was encouraged to hope that every- thing might turn out for the best. At 50’clock by my watch, the face of which I could hardly see through the gloom, the wind was blowing a topsail breeze and the sea getting a nasty roll. Every one but my— self became seasick and fell to the bottom of the boat, and for the next three hours I heard nothing but cries and groans of distress. The real darkness had come now, and I could not mehulf the length of the boat. I held her steady as she went, and was gratified to find that she made good work of it and did not have to be watched as closely as a larger boat might. It was aboutf) o’clock when Mr. Howe runsed up and crawled aft to me.‘ , He was in despair, but calmer than before. I made light of the adventure, predicting that we would. be back at the farm before noon next day, and calling his a'.tention to the splendid behavior of the boat, and after a. little he seemed to have hopes. I suggested that we have a bite to eat, and he got the hamper of provisions. It contained ivine, the rate of fifteen miles an hour, and that if the wind held as it was we'd be at least a bun— dred miles off the shore by sunrise. If it got up much stronger I‘d have to bring the yawl about head on, no matter what the risk, for she was now roiling gunwale clown and only just keeping ahead of the rollers. I got the women folks to lie down in the bottom of the boat, and then had Mr. Iowe pass me the single oar, a piece. of board which little Ben had put in, a bit of two by four scantling winch was under a thwart, and a water pail. While stifl holding the ya wl dead befofi‘the wind I tird these together for a drag, told Mr. Howe to attach them to the boat‘s painter, and by midnight was ready to bring her head on. It was time. The wind was now blotting hali a gale, and there was danger that a fol— lowing sea might ln'ca k aboard and fill us. I did not tell him what I proposed to do, fear— ing he would become nervous and rattle me, but I quietly waited for the right momcrt, sent- him to the bow to throw out. the di‘;:.;:, and when Ihnuled sheet and pan the tiller over I could feel my heart in my throat. Silo hung for a moment, and every soul aboard scrorunel out in Hrror, but the crisis passed, and as she scttlcd into a. hollow she was head to the gale, and the drug was holding her thus. 1 then explained to the people that nothing more Could be Clone, and that they might as well lie down. When they were down I got- out an old oil cloti. and covered them from the flying spra y as much as possi- ble, and then took my seat aniidships to use the boiler. ' ldid not rest over five minutes at a. time from midnight to daylight, and when day finally broke and I looked about me, my heart was like lead. The gale still held off shore, with no sign that it might change or abate, and the ocean around me was a boiling caldrcn. The yawl was riding like a cork, however, and the only water taken in came from the wave crests broken OE and hurled at us by the wind. When the people finally crawled out I hardly knew them. All were pale, hollow eyed and de— spairing, while Mr. Hows had a look upon his face which and: mo sizzro at him. It was a look of mortal four and desperation, and I realized that his mind was going. The poor women didn’t seem to notice it, having so much trouble of their own, but little Ben did, and be crop-t over to me and whispered. “Please, J ark, but you won‘t let papa touch me, will yin: 5'” I began to call out in a cheerful voice that the gale was abating, and that we were all right, but Howe only looked at me in a cun- ning, crafty way, as il' be ineditated some trick. the women, and forced them to sip the wine and eat a little. The gentleman refused to par- take with us, and by and by the women began to notice. his strange actions. This brought about; a climax. I saw him looking steadfastly at ill.“ wife, and [carefully moved nearer to her. One of the girls changed her position further aft, fearing that a struggle was about to take place, and I turned and extended my hand to steady her. As I did so llowe uttered a sort of scream, sprang ‘ to the mills, but nearly all the operatives I got out the provisions, roused up : ' pounds. upon and seized. his wd‘e. and, though I 5 clutched hcr skirts, the fabric fore, and both i wont overboard and out of sight in an in- stant. Neither one rose to the surface, or, if they did, they were far beyond reach. The sudden and awful trngeil y deeply affected us all, and the girls flung themselves down and . could not be roused up again until afternoon. 1 Ben didn’t realize it so deeply, but it was like . a dagger at my heart to see him sitting with ’ rlosed eyes and white face, and his lips fram- ing the words of the Lord's prayer now and then. At noon the wind and sea began to go down and the sky to clear up. blown itself out, and I now considered itonly a question of time when we should sight the The gale had ' coast. The better state of affairs brought ' new life to the girls, and I was glad to have them rouse up and show some signs of life. A rough man like me is. no real comforter to one in distress, but I did the best I could, and finally got them interested in the question of saving themselves. By 5 o‘clock I got in the drag, shook one reef out of the sail, and stood off on a southwest "tack, but before I had made five miles the wind died out entirely and we were left tumbling on the last of the sea. Night came on as mild and balmy as you please, the ocean grew quiet, and every one of us lay down and slept the whole night through without a break. I was the first up, and the minute I saw the sky I groaned in despair. It portended'a hot day and a dead calm, and both followed. Even before break- fast I had to make a shift to get some shelter from the blazing sun, and when I came to overhaul the provisions my faco'so betrayed my feelings that the younger girl cried out: “Oh! Jack, but what has happened now 2" I could have eaten and drank all we had in five minutes. I had not filled the water keg to its capacity, and even some that I did put in had leaked out by way of the bung. 1 had to tell them that we must put ourselves on allowance, and hardly more than a crumb at that, but they cheerfully accepted the sit- I am not going into the details of the next week. For seven successive days we had dead calm or a. contrary breeze, which was of little use to help us beat up. “'6 spun the water and provisions out for four 034‘s, and then we had nothing left. By resorting to those expedients known to sailors we kept hunger and thirst in abeyance ' until the evening of the sixth day. Then the three walled and wept, and I took off my cowhide shoes and cut one into strips for us to chew at. There was some slight relief, and the three only called out in their troubled ‘ sleep a few times. W'e had only the leather all day of the seventh, and on the morning of the eighth, although a favorable breeze was blowing, and we all felt in better spirits, I had to cut up the other shoe. Little Ben was now reduced to a bundle of bones, and he had the glassy eyes which go with a fever, while the girls were burned and freckled and starved until I could not bear to look at them. Both were looking ahead in a vacant, uncanny way, and Ben was resting in my arms While I steered, when we ran straight across the course of a trader coming up from New Zea- land, and were picked up. Being a. young man, and a. tough one, it wasn’t a fortnight before I was my old self again, but the girls and the boy were down with fever for a month or more, and were a whole year in being restored to health—New York. Sun. “Tit: (of miser)——Yes, I met Mrs. Smith this morning, and in return for her insults I ~ heaped coals of the on her head.‘ Miser—You should not have done so; coal is seven dollars a ton now.—Harper’s cake, crackers, cheese and meats, and also 3 332815 . wire to get the water out, and is then put . wide to be put into the huge automatic presses MAKING POSTAL CARDS. HOW THE POP-EETLE MESSAGE BEARERS ARE PUT UP. Reducing [tags to Cards and Then Print- ing Them—A Little Town \Vbere This [erbium—Immense Increase in the Do- mand for Postal Cards. American postal cards made their appear- ance in May, 1373, since which time the sale has grown so rapidly that over 1,000,000,000 have now to be manufactured every year. Ten miles below this city, on the east bank of the Hudson river, is Castleton, a pretty little country village, overlooking the river. In a ravine, back of the hill on which the village stands, is a cluster of brick buildings. In these buildings are manufactured all the postal cards used by the government, and from here they are sent to every city, village and hamlet in the United States, to be used by the public. and sent by them to all parts of tho civilized globe. THE LITTLE RAILROAD. During the year 11-385, considerably over a billion cards were turned out and sent over the country. For each thousand of these lit- tle missivcs the government pays fifty-four cents, and for them it riurrives the sum of :310. In the little ravine aré live buildings. The factory rhero the postalk are mule is a long one story structure, about three times as long; an it is wide. In this building all the cards are printed and cut from the sheets, counted by machinery, put up in packages of twenty- llvo each and packed in pasteboard boxes ready for shipment. A large fire proof vault, built expressly 9.22.1 boiling; 20,000,00) ( ads. which are always kept in reserve, is locnicd in this building. In iii“ south room is the. government ollico, where is located the chief clerk and nine assistants, who are kept con- stantly busy recording the requisitions from postmasters and the time of filling them. The machinery used in making the postal cards is the usual kind of paper making ma- chinery, and there are kept constantly in motion three washing engines, four boaters and two sets of rollers. One set is used en- tirely for postal card work, and one for the finer grade of book paper work for the gov- erinncnt. Each day from four to seven tons of rags are used, besides a large quantity of wood pulp. The postal cards are made al- most entirely from rags. The rags are car- ried from Castleton on the smallest railroad in the. United States. It is a. little sifigle track road connectingr with the Hudson River railroad, and it runs around the hills to the mill. One locomotive, one passenger car and a postal car constitute the equipment of the miniature road. The cars are but little larger than street cars. No operators or station agents are required to manage its affairs, and no fares are charged passengers or freight rates collected. The little train starts from Castleton, or the mills, whenever there are shipments or passengers to go, and re- :z'rns when any one in authority gives the It is only a half mile from Castleton word. ride, as they do not care to walk where they have a special train at their disposal men Imus T0 CARDS. This little train of cars carries away daily from the works two car loads of primed postal cards, all of which are brought to this city and thence distributed, according to the destination marked upon them, all over the country, in every postxifl‘ice over which Un- cle Sam has jurisdiction. To load a car re- quires between 2,000,001) and 3,000,000 of the‘ little cards, according to how they are pack- ed. Three million cards make a large load, as a box containing 23,000 cards weighs 1 :3 A thousand cards weigh about 5% pounds, or, to be more exact, 1,000,000 cards weigh 5,225 pounds. Climbing up the hill to the. largest building one can easily follow the process by w ich postal cards are made. In a back room of the building can be seen a dozen girls whose sole duty is to sort the rags that come in from the collectors. The girls cut off all buttons and buckles on discarded garments and sort the rags into piles according to quality. The sorted rags are put into huge chopping machines, which cut them into small pieces. It then whiifs th in into a dust machine, where they are shaken and cleaned. From this point they pass through a succes- sion of baths in chloride of lime and various other bleaching and cleansing chemicals, with occasional visits to vats and trips through rollers with sharp knives on them. After passing through the different pro- cesses the rugs come out in a. fine white pulp asthin as flour paste. This is shaken over through a score or more of rollers and a. glue bath, after which it is rolled out into postal card paper. - At the end of the long rolls that have been squeezing the paper down and put- ting the gloss on it, are the knives used for cutting, and the long sheet passing through it is either cut into sheets four postal cards or into sheets Six30'}§ inches. In the big room of the postal card mill are about a dozen men and two dozen women, four large presses, four cutters and one extra large cutter. The sheets are taken to the press, where they are given the- feeders, who on the Campbell presses feed forty-one sheets a minute, I or 1,760 postal cards. The cards are printed from steel plates so hard that a file could not make an impression on them. Each one is printed from a separate plate, and eighty plates are locked in the bed of the press. All the plates are sentfrom Washington, random set of plates in continual use lasts about two years. The feeders are Women of experience, and they receive forty-one and a half cents for feeding 100,000 cards, and can feed about 500,000 a day. The sheets are next taken to the cutters, from which they are turned out in single cards. Three girls take the cards of each feeder. One counts twenty-five in each pack- age, and the other two put on the paper binders. After they leave this room they are put up in packages, counted out in packages of twenty and put into the pasteboard boxes, which by contract must be muslin bound. Five girls put the muslin binding on the boxes, receiving for the work fifteen cents per 100 boxes. The boxes when filled are put into cases ready for shipment. No order for less than 500 cards is filled. Orders for 10,- 000 or more are packed in wooden cases, the largest single case holding 25,000 cards. A new machine has recently been put in to work on postal cards that will increase the rate of printing them and decrease the num- ber of employes. Two of the machines are now in operation. They print from continu- ous rolls at the rate of 300 per minute. A, set of knives cuts them ofi.’ and they drop into little cells; a set of_ steel fingers turn the package over. After each twenty-five cards have dropped into a cell, the fingers twine a band about the package and carry it back to the packing room, where the girls put them into boxes.'—Albany' (N. Y.) Cor. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. ' . Spare Us! “Can you give me some of the rules about writing poetry?” asked the ambitious rhyme- , ster 'of the successful editor. “Yes,” said the editor, “I can give you the first and meat important: D0n’tl”—-Somer- ville Jo irnal 'l'ammlo’o Monument. My little readers have heard of Helen Hunt Jackson and her wish to be buried in a se- cluded yet beautiful spot upon the mountain. every visitor to the place adds a stone to the mound that is to form her monument. Tammie built her oWn monument in the years past. Faithfnlly this old horse has drawn load after load of stone tram about the farm until the heap is as large as a small house. She knew her work so well that she would go straight to the rock heap without rein or driver. on the lower side was a. mossy place. and here last month they buried her She had grown gray at 30 years of age, and when she reached 37 had a very vener- able look. Early in the summer she had been turned out to pasture. There is a well worn path under the trees where she traveled to and fro, ever on the lookout for our com- ing, and ready with her neigh of welcome. Returning from a walk one afternoon I came by her pasture and found her lying upon the grass. [knelt beside her head and stroked her face as we were wont to do, when oh, she gave me such a look, so full of tenderness. yet so besecching, that it struck a chill to my heart. I sprang to my feet shuddering, and hastened home to tell of her weakness. A kindly band who had known and loved her quietly ended her days. \Ve have the last two shoes she wore, gilded and tied together with a wiSp of her iron gray mane, hanging in our sitting room. Good, faithiu] creature, she was worthy the tribute, for a were faithful dumb beast never breathed. Almve her grave we shall plant a grape vine, whose tcndrils will cling to her monument and form a beautiful green mound. —-Sarah M. Bailey in Springfield Homestead. “'ill Stick to His Mother Tongue. George E. Gooch certainly ought to speak the English language perfectly, because he used to be the president of England’s organi- zat ion in Chicago—the St. George’s society. He does speak it correctly, too, but he sought to break his record during arecent trip to Europe. He was sojourning in one of the German cities, and one morning while he was indulging in a. stroll he passed a cigar store. He wanted a good cigar, and he went inside. Now all the German that Mr. Goocb knew he had culled from the Ollendorf method, which exploits such impossible sentences as “Have you the red umbrella of your scarlet grandmother .3” and, “No, but I have the yel- low plug hat of your br wn uncle." Well, he thought he would air his German, and, with the regular school room intonation, he said: “Goot morgen, mein herren. Vill ich das goot tsegar geben?" His surprise may be imagined when the clerk bowed, smiled and asked in the purest English: “Yes, sir; what kind of a cigar would you prefer?” There- after Mr. Gooch stuck to his mother tongue and employed English undefiled.-—Chicago Herald. The Adventists of ISIM. It is painful to think of the jeers and smears endured by the poor, sad eyed Adventists when they returned. to their old homes Eun— drods of them lost all heart and hope, law suits multiplied, and not a few found their way to the poorh—ouse and insane asylum. It is equally painful and more surprising to learn that even in New England their later meetings were in danger of brickbats and ancient eggs. And yet believers grew and multiplied, the regular Adventists looking on the “Millerite” performance as a mere fiasco with which they had nothing to do. Alexan- der Campbell, the eminent reformer, was deeply imbued with Adventist ideas, and named his new journal The Millennial Har- binger, indicating his faith that the last days were at hand. Joe Smith and Sidney Rig— don began their new church as Millenarians, and that of the maddest kind; but in time Brigham Young and the Pratts retranslated Smith’s prophecies to make them mean that the end, not of the world but of the United States government, was at hand—J. I-I. Bea.- die. , On Men’s Shoes. I have only one hobby, and that is shoes, or rather a peculiar fashion I have of wear- ing them. I used to think that a. man got the best service" out of a shoe by putting on the best pair a shoemaker could make him and wearing them constantly until the leather gave way somewhere, but I now think that is the most extravagant way of dressing the feet. . I am never without three or four pairs of shoes in good wearable condition. I never wear the same pair two days in succession. and at least once a month I go over each pair with a. brush dipped in Vaseline. Thus, with three pairs of shoes, I give each pair one day of work and two days of rest, and the leather has time to regain its elasticity and stretch out the wrinkles the foot has made. These wrinkles become breaks in the leather when the shoe is continuously worn. The vaseline is better than any oil for fine leather. I used to wear out four pairs of $8 shoes 5 year, one at a time. The same number now lasts me two years—Interview in St. Louis Globe Democrat. » A Mlsmatched Front. A lady recently from New York tells a very funny experience with a hairdresser from whom she wished to buy some false bangs. The woman showed her a number of different styles and, fitting up one to her hair, she glanced critically at the bangs beneath her customer’s bonnet. “You need anew front very badly,” she, said. “Why? Don’t you think this suits?" "Ah, no, madam, the color matches your own hair wretchedly. Why,1 wonder you have not before detected it. Such a. poor match as that, 1 should think, would be enough to alter one’s whole appearance." The lady said . she was very sorry she had not observed the mismatch before. “It is strange you have not. madam. Where did you get that front?" “From the Lord," replied her customer, solemnly, to the chagrined seller of false hir- sute adornments. —Atla.nta Constitution. A Cat Tradition. There are many quaint traditions in which the cat holds a prominent place; and an amusing one, current in the north of Eng land, we may quote: A gentleman was one evening sitting cozily in his parlor, reading or meditating, when he was interrupted by the appearance of a cat, which came down the chimney, and cried out: “Tell Dildrum Do]- drum’s dead!” - He was not unnaturally startled by this strange occurrence, and when, shortly after, his wifeentered. and be related to her what had happened, her own cat, which accompanied her, exclaimed, “Is Dol- drum dead?” and immediately rushed up the chimney and was heard'of no more. Of the numerous conjectures stated to account for this extraordinary event, the most reasonable one appears to be that Doldrum had been king of Catland, and that Dildrum was the next helm—New York Mail and Express. _ Human Feeling. . I have seen many an excellent matron, who Could never in her best days have been hand- some, andyet she had a. packet of yellow love letters in a. private drawer, and sweet chil- dren showered kisseson her sallow cheeks: Yes, thank God, human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth; it does not wait for beauty—it flows 1: ith resistless fierce and brings beauty with it.—George Eliot. '2'FLET-A4 20 ‘eet. A $1,200 COTTAGE. It Is Convenient, Tasteful and Generally Desirable. , A cottage has been built at Chelsea, Mam, from the designs accompanying this (fur- nished by Pallisser 6: Pallisser), for $1,200, but in this instance the cellar extended only under the kitchen and hail.‘ vmw. The kitchen is without a fireplace, the cool;- ing to be done by a stove. The parlor and dining room or general liv— ing room are provided with open fireplaces, built of buff brick, with molded jambs and segment arch, and in which a basket- grate or feared taco/u. rm‘i v i 0 El amiable risen", «TH 9 Hall. 5. Y“ -.‘ ruin plAZZ!‘ GROUND FLOOR. fire dogs can be placed for the desired fire, and in this way large rooms are kept perfect— ly comfortable in cold weather without heat from any other source. These fireplaces are also provided with neat mantels constructed of ash. Chum Cl'iflMBEfl crhpqazq SECOND STORY. The house is supplied with acistern con- structed with great care, the kitchen sink being supplied with water by a pump, and there is no more easy method of procuring good water for all purposes of the household. A Kitchen “Dry Box.” A kitchen dry box is a small receptable for drying scrub rags, scrub brushes and other kitchen articles of that character. It is a box which is fastened to the wall near the kitchen range. One inch auger holes are bored through its top and bottom and shelves, ' and thus there is a passage of warm air up. ward, through and out of the box at all times when there is heat in the kitchen range. In this way a great many unsightly articles which naturally belong to the kitchen may be put out of sight and at the same time be preserved in good condition. The front of the box is provided with a door. The cut shows an elevation or front of the box with the door open. On one side there are books. There is a shelf at the top and compartments on one side. Thus there may be complete classification and separation of articles in general use. 4:. am»- ‘" “““ ZTIET JNr---' ‘4 /0 IMDEEP - :FRON‘I' 01" DRY BOX. ,A drying box on this same principle may be constructed in which to place soap. In such a case the door should be provided with a lock and key, and its top should have a two inch tin tube connection with kitchen flue. so that the soap smell may be drawn out of the room. In this way the soap would become very dry and hard, and could be more eco- nomically used. The advantage of having a convenient place for this material, which is so difficult to store in large quantities because of the odor which is attached to its. presence, will be appreciated. If soap were purchased by the box, placed in one of these drying re- ceptacles, expensezwould be saved both on ac- count of the reduction in cost of the original purchase and its more economical use because ’ of its being hard and dry from being stored. The dry box first mentioned is particularly attractive because of the air of neatness which it adds to a kitchen. It affords a convenient and proper place in which to put things. Articles which should be put in a dry box are commonly placed under a kitchen sink or in some out of the way place where they do not dry, and' hence often become musty. If ex- posed to view they are unsightly; otherwise they are never dry. L. H. GIBSON. Increasing the Burden of Living. Very few people are fully aware of the dif- ference in the amount of labor involved in caring for a modern house as compared to that which belonged to the smaller one. Peo- ple of moderate income should, if they wish to be comfortable, have a compact house. It is 'true- of such people, however, that they usually follow the lead of wealthy neighbors ' , in the extravagant use of ball space, the clas- sification of the house into a large number of rooms and a general spreading out in a way to largely increase the burden of living. 0 , girls. HEALTHFUL EXERCISE. Only a few months ago these romping, rosy- ' checked lassns were. puny,dclicate, palc, sickly By the air] of Dr. I’icrcc’s world-famed . 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Will. be buld ii'appliw‘l for south TEN ROOM COTTAGE. within five minutes walk of the bridge, with never failing well of excellent water. and a cistern holding threedmndred hogs- heads, for laundry purposes all modern improvements convepieIwes. etc. Cost owner $8,000, and will be sold for $5,000 with only $1,500 down. to satisfae tory party. 111133 Enquireat GAZETTE Orrion. i150, rt “1" B. A 3: tbs on... PASTEL or. CRAYON Elegant work, at lowest Prices, by E. T. WHITNEY. Formerly of Norwalk. Leave orders at Art De- partment of l’nOS’l‘UN' STORE. 21] Floor, Nor— walk, Conn: 36 large: Office Room to Bur. IN Gazn'r‘rn Building, second floor front formerly editorial rooms of the GAZETTE Enquire of . CHAS. OLMSTEAD. Non-walk.
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