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THE PUMPKIN PIE.”
TIkonaharpanebeltofflIkind—
And pare‘offthepnmpkln'sgoldenrind.
Then cutinto cube-shapedblocklofbuff.
Andslowlysimmertmscftenalsh.
Runthroughasievu—thehesttobehought—
Tillyouhaveoftbesiftywmpkinaquart
Oh, the "cropple-crown" hen will mourn today
Forherrlilednestinthescentedhay.
Forereyourpumpkhplesyoueanheke
Ottofhernestycumnstnineeggstake.
Beatyolksaudwhitesinaseparatedish
Tilibotharefoamyandlightssyouwiah.
White sugar, onecup andahalfyoutake,
Andtwoquartsofmilkyourpiestomake:
Then of cinnamon, nutmeg and mace, each one:
Youtakestcaspoonfulereyousredone.
Nextspiecs. sugar. eggs. pumpkin and milk.
You must heat-W tfl‘ ‘umooth as silk”-
(That is the curious, homely phrase
My Mother used in those old-time days.)
News. dounofraisinamoreorlesa
To each pie will add flavor, you must confess.
The whole must banked in a shell-like crust.
And, just as it hat-dens, with sugar-you dust.
If you follow this rule, when done you‘ll cry:
“Here‘s a genuine, old-time pumpkin pie 2“
~—Lizzie M. Hadley in Good Housekeeping.
A MATCHMAKER’S MUDDLE.’
More than any other, the especial gift upon
which Mrs. Ferguson prided herself was her
talent for matchmaking. Her large, spa-
cious house was full of cosy corners and tiny
nooks, curtained, carpeted and daintily fur-
nished, where a tete-a—tete was a luxury not
to be despised. She was a positive genius for
efiacing herself and all other superfluous peo-
ple when John and Jane Were to be brought
to understand each other, and she was con-
stantly on the watch for Johns and J anes to
benefit. '
It cannot be denied that Willstown, like the
proverbial republics, often proved ungrate
ful, the wrong Johns being frequently paired
with the J anes of their special abhorrence,
and it had been more than once whispered by
disappointed wooers that they “wished Mrs.
Ferguson would mind her own business.”
But nothing would ever convince that be-
nevolent old lady that if marriages were
started in heaven she was not a special agent
upon earth to forward them. ‘
It may, therefore, be imagined what a
“thorn in the flesh” it was to this scheming
lady to have under her own roof daily at her
table a nephew who at the mature age of 28
was, in spite of her ceaseless endeavors (I
had almost written persecution), still abache-
Ior.
“Poor Charles!” his aunt would sigh, “he
is so shy, so reserved. He will never, never
have the courage to woo his wife, and it is
my positive duty to help him.”
But the more persistently she drove him
into her coziest nooks and corners with the
prettiest girls in lVillstown, the more be
avoided her parties, be they luncheons, teas
or evening gataerin gs.
It was not entirely the fault of the pretty
girls either, for Charles Barker was a man
to whom women naturally incline—gentle,
dreamy, poetic and exceptionally handsome.
Had he lived in the present age for the
esthetic, he might have been accused of af-
fectations, of posing for admiration; but it
was with him a sincere adoration of art, a
dreaming poetic temperament, that could
lift itself out of the commonplace surround-
ings of his life and dwell in an ideal world
apart.
IVealthy, and not very strong physically,
Charles Barker devoted his life to his books,
his pen and his pencil, never attaining to the
highest excellence in poetry, music or paint-
, ing, yet possessing talent above the average
lamateurs. And into his dream life there
,crept a reality that filled his heart and his
Ebrain with new visions and hopes. He fell
Q‘Jin love! Rather, he softly, tenderly floated
- long upon the music of a sweet voice, the
s onscious of his own infatuation, he gave to
1'ertha English the whole love of a heart as
yet untouched by a woman’s charms.
.; That she was an heiress, wooed by others,
5 be gentle belle of more than one social cir-
le, did not trouble him for a moment. He
'. arcely asked if she loved him, content to
' orship her. Thoroughly unpractical, full
‘ f visionary, ideal dreams, he did not try to
Alan 3. future, seeking his love in her home
irvhen he was sure she was alone, joining in
'_. er woodland rambles, filling his portfolio
-ith sketches of her face and Writing poems
1'. 0 her out of the fullness of his heart.
"' And therein he erred, for Mrs. Ferguson,
.3: ‘clearing up his rubbish" one morning—a
[ skshe never trusted to aservant—upset
, is portfolio, and plunged into the very heart
if his secret. She was delighted. Bertha
‘5' nglish would have been her own choice
. om all the world of women. She \had been
i", . afraid that Jennie Balaton would succeed
1, . her brazen faced endeavors to captivate
I; harles that she had fairly trembledfor him.
'3 t was true that he seemed to be serenely un-
" onscious of that pretty, saucy damsol’s en-
eavors to win him, but there were times
-hen Mrs. Ferguson feared his own absent
2 ays might draw him into some avowal that
g. is sensitive honor would compel him to re-
v ‘. : t,
I Having made her discovery, Mrs. Fergu-
Jn next attacked the victim. How he
as dragged out and spread" before him 1
ould never describe; how every nerve shud-
cred and recoiled as Mrs. Ferguson urged
pon him the necessity of immediate action
an never be told. It was like tearing open
he petals of a moss rosebud, and then bid-
,3 ing it to bloom to full beauty, as if it had
'.-.. suflered to softly unfold itself in the
nlight.
“You must propose soon or you will lose
ler,” Mrs. Ferguson had declared. "Why,
he has a dozen admirers. Do you suppose
hey will all shilly-shally as you do I”
She worried and badgered him until he
: tually wrote his proposal, which she no-
iertook to deliver. It was unlike the court-
‘.g of which he had dreamed as moon rays to
iaslight. but he did ask to have his love re-
,_ ned, and begged Bertha to be his wife.
','-I nly instead of “Bertha,” being once started
‘-ith a pen in his hand, he wrote “darling,”
nd “dearest,” and “my own sweet love.”
.. Once possessed of this document, Mrs. Fer-
son became poetic, resolving that it should
at be delivered in a commonplace envelope,
t, as suited such natures as that of her
-phew, in a basket of flowers, buried in
‘oses and smothered in perfume.
The basket was a marvel of beauty when
ary, Miss English’s maid, brought it to her
I um.
“Mrs. Ferguson left it, miss, and had not
me to call. She did not get out of her
rriage.”
a hero possessed Charles Barker’s velvety
own eyes, his waving brown hair and;Van-
ke beard, his classic features and low,
usical voice. Heiress as she was, courted,
ttered and potted, she had a pure, girlish
art, full of romance and tenderness, and
e had given it in its first sweetness to
.arles Barker. Loving him, she, too, had
ions of a day when he would whisper his
, ight of a. fair, womanly beauty, till, scarcely ,
‘ hrank and quivered when his cherished secret
Now Bertha had her dreams, too, whereof ,
heart’ssecretinto herQrM-in soft,tsnder
accents, woo her to be his own. ,
She looked carelealyat theflowers; then,
attracted by their beauty,“'admired and potted
them.
“Mary,” she said, “ on your hat and
take this toold Mrs. Worth, with myiove.
‘1 had intended to cut her some flowers today,
butthisisprettierthanlcoulderrsnge.”
Mary obeyed, and Bertha tack up the
thread of her musings.
“Decry me!” old Mm Worth said. “Miss
Bertha is very kind. Thalik her for me.
Mary.” ' ' . , .
Then she, too, fell to admiring the flowers,
until she suddenly remembered that it was
her son’s birthday. What could she give
him that would delight‘him morethan these
pretty floral trusuresi She put her cardand
a line “With mother’s love and birthday
greeting” on the top of the fragrant heap,
and sent the basket to J Worth! bache-
lor apartments: It was late $1 31!. “Moon
when that gentleman found hispres'ent, with.
out the card;whic‘h had sli'_' _
landlady, hovze'ver, informed? that they
were left by “his ma’s gums.) he wrote a
note of thanks, and sent the basket, now los-
ing its first freshness, to the lady of his love,
intending to call in theevsningto inform her
who was the donor.
The basket, duly delivered to Miss Jennie
Balston, was for the first time thoroughly
examined.
Tea was over, and Bertha English was in
her pretty drawing room alone, singing sweet
melodies by twilight, hoping a little that
Charles Barker might call, when there was a
rush and a flutter, and she was caught in an
embrace that dealt destruction to her pretty
ruffles and laces. .
“I am so happy I must tell some one,” Jen-
nie Balaton panted, pulling Bertha to a sofa
and cuddling close to her like a baby. “Just
think, dear, he loves me—he loves me! And
has asked me to be his wife."
“Who?” asked Bertha lightly. “Remember
you have so many lovers that ‘he’ doesn’t
help me one bit.”
“Charles Barker," Jennie whispered, with
a sidelon g glance to see if the shot told.
But, sweet as she was, Bertha was proud,
too.
“Charles Barker! I did not know he was
one of your adorers.”
“Oh, yes, for quite a long time. He pro-
posed today and I accepted him. .Shall I
show you his letter!”
“Oh, no, no; how can ydu show that to
anybody?”
“Oh, I am not one of the sensitive kind. I
do not love him, and I mean to make a man
of him! Shake him out of his dreamy ways,
I mean, and put some life into him.”
“I hope you will be very happy,” Bertha
said and endured her evening of martyrdom
as best she could. _
Three years later Mrs. Ferguson, calling
upon Bertha English one morning, surprised
her sobbing over a photograph of Charles
Barker, buried one week before. She did not
try to hide the picture as the old lady came
up to kiss her, but put her head down upon
the broad breast and sobbed still more hit-
terlv.
“Why, Bertha! Bertha!” the old lady
cried, “you are not grieving for poor Char-
lie?”
“I may love him again, now that he is
dead,” the young girl said sadly.
“Love him?”
“I can tell you! And he is dead now. I
loved him long before he married Jennie.”
“But why, then, did you refuse him?”
“I? I never refused him. He never asked
me to marry him.”
“He did! I saw him write the letter, and
1 left it myself at your door in a basket of
flowers. It was in June, when the roses
were at their height, and I put the letter in a
bed of roses. It was not a week after that
he told me he was engaged to Jennie. I was
never so amazed in my life, but he was so
very odd about it, so stern and cold, and
treated me somehowas if I was to blame,
that I did not dare say much to him. I
thought he blamed me for hurrying his ,pro—
posal to you, and that your rejection stung
him into proposing to Jennie. She really
killed him driving him about, into society, to
the city for the winter, breaking up all his
old habits and really overtaxing his strength.
I warned her that his mother died of con-
sumption, but he would not heed me either.
He did not seem to care.”
“You say he proposed by letter?” said
Bertha, in a strange, still voice.
“Yes 77
“Directed to me?”
“No, dear; just folded into a cooked but.
and put .among the flowers, quite out of
sight.”
“ThenJennie thought it was intended for
her. I sent the basket to old Mrs. Worth,
thinking you would not mind, and she told
me she sent it to her son. life all know how
infatuated he was with Jennie, and although
I do not know it, I can easily suppose he
gave her the basket. She showed me the let-
ter which began, ‘My Darling,’ I remember
well, and was signed, ‘Devotedly yours,
Charles Barker.’ Twice I refused to read it,
but her triumph was not complete until I
did. ,‘I _
“Oh, my dear, I see it all. Poor Charlie!
He could not tell a woman she had made
such a mortifying mistake. 0h, Berthai
why did I interfere! If I had only let him
manage his love affair in his own way he
might be alive and happy now. Oh, my
dear, can you ever forgive me?’
She was weeping bitterly, and Bertha
could only caress her, too much overcome to
ak.
But the sharp lesson was faithfully learned,
and Mrs. Ferguson interferes no more in the
love affairs of Willstown. Her last attempt
at match making cured her forever’of any
desire to continue the occupation—New York
Ledger.
A Wonderful Piece of Brickwork.
At Paris there is one of the largest pieces
of brickwork a correspondent of the New
York Commercial Advertiser ever saw. “It
consists,” he says, “of a reservoir for supply-
ing a. portion of the city with water. It
covers a space of 40,000 yards and is a two.
story basin, the first story being the same
size as the second and containing 2,500 col-
umns of brick, each twenty-one inches square
and about eight feet high. The whole is
arched over with groin arches in brick, and
again there is the same number of columns
about the same height and again arched over
in a similar manner for the second floor.
Each floor carries about four feet of water
and the whole is covered with glass. A man
goes over both lakes twice a day in a boat
constructed for the purpose, to see. that all is
secure.”
\Vhy She Pitied Rich Folks.
I was walking home from Sunday school
with a girl of a dozen years. Abruptly she
exclaimed: “I do pity rich folks.” “IVhy
rich folks?” I said. “Little girls like you
don’t usually pity rich folks.” “\Vell, I do,”
she said.
asked again. “Because they are so unhappy.”
“Unhappy?” “Yes, unhappy. There is my
little cousin,” she went on; “she has every-
thing she wants, and she is fussing half the
time. Why, this very morning she wanted
to go to church, and her mother said she
couldn’t go because there wasn’t time to
dress her. She had so many things to put
on, and such nice things, that there wasn’t
7 time to get them ou.”—Chicago Advocate.
08. The -
“Why do you pity rich folks?" I.
{ROYAL RICHES PAWN ED.
THE FATE OF MANY ELEGANT AND
COSTLY KEEPSAKES.
They rind Their wanna. Shops. Where
Three Golden Balls Indicate the Char-
acter of the Business none Inside—some
Stories Told by “Uncles."
“What is this worthi” he asked, pullingout
of his breast pocket a beautiful, velvet case
and opening it. Jo the gsslight the contents
d the case flash and shone like a thousand
stars. The jeweler took the glittering object
out of its "pituitary and carefully examined
it. He tookupthe’case and critically exam-
inedthatabo. Thenhesaid: “If you mean
what the value of it is in a suictiy blisineu
sense, I‘d say 8250. Thatiswh‘atthe geldand
the stoneswiil sell for. If you mean tbeartie-
is value, together withthat of associations,
it depends entirely upon the whim of the pur-
chaser. To me,asa jeweler, the sum I named
b all it is worth.”
“(that 8 very little. Can’t you” do better
than thati. I happen to know that this out
the shah 81,000 when he had it made for me.”
“Tell me—how did you get it?”
“Very simply," said the owner. “It was
in 1873, at the time of the Vienna world’s
fair, when the shah of Persia visited there. I
was then a young member of the Hofburg
Theatre troupe—the hes-tin Europe—and one
night when the Persian monarch was prwent
at a performance my acting pleased him, and
a week later he sent me this.”
run mxmxnss or rr.
The speaker was a leading member of the
German stage in this city. Something had
happened to him from which not even the
greatest actor is exempt. Hence the yawning
void in his pocketbook. Hence the visit to
the jeweler. Hence the offering for sale of
his trophy. There was a logical sequence to
it all.
The object he had tendered for sale was a
cigarette case—only that. But it was of
.solid gold and studded with diamonds. There
were about 100 of these precious stones
grouped together in such a way on the sur-
face of the case as to form a curious mono-
gram. The letters were Arabic, and they
were the faithful facsimile—in diamonds—
of ther'signature of Persia’s ruler-Nasr-ed-
Deen, Shah, which means in plain Anglo-
Saxon just this: Light of the World, King.
In his estimation there is but one king, and
that is he.
“I haven’t any doubt that this cost the
shah a thousand dollars or so,” said the jew-
eler, “but the market value of the stones and
of the gold is only what I said. I’ll keep it,
though, for you. Some wealthy board of
trade man may get stuck on it and pay you
something nearer its true value.”
That seems to be about the fate of nearly
all such costly keepsakes, gifts of honor, royal
or imperial presents, insignia and jewel in-
crusteda decorations. Very few of them re-
main in the hands of their original owners
and their descendants. Although Chicago is
not a very old town, and its citizens are not
the ,mbjects of any potentate or Asiatic des-
pot, yet it is true that there are here in this
very city, in the custody or ownership of our
jewelers and pawnbrokers, an aggregation of
such curious baubles large enough to stock a
museum.
One West Madison street “uncle,” for in-
stance, has a whole trayful of foreign decora-
tions, all of considerable intrinsic value.
Nearly all of them were once worn by former
.army'oflicers—German, British, French, Ital-
ian, Austrian, even Dutch and Belgian. One
of these decorations was bestowed upon a
~Sw'ms officer in the papal army for a daring
feat of arms performed at the battle of Cas-
telfidardo. “This officer one day, a number
of years ago, pledged this cross with me to
obtain a square meal. He had been but a
short time in this city then, and he was de-
cidedly down at the heels. Today he is quite
able to redeem this thing. But somehow he
don’t seem to care about doing so. And that
is a curious feature of it—just this class of
pledges is very rarely taken out of ‘hock,’
once they’re put in. It’s singular enough.
And for that reason we never give more than
their worth in gold or silver. "
GEN. LE Duo’s sworn).
There is a beautiful weapon—a sword of
honor—bestowed by the French republic
upon Gen. Le Due in 1840—so the inscription
on the hilt says—in a South Clark street
pawn shop. “I asked the man who brought
it here how he came by it,” said the owner,
“and I became convinced that he was all
right. It seems that he is a Frenchman, a
son of Gen. Le Duo, and has been through a
pretty lively time—taken prisoner by the
Germans at Sedan; escaped to France and
joined the army of the defense under Trochu;
joined in the communisticnprising in March,
1871; taken prisoner and condemned to be
shot by MacMahon’s troops ; subsequently sent
to Lambessa into exile ; escaped and came here
to America; knocked around here for years all
over the country; joined by his wife and
children; finally returned to France under
the general amnesty a few years ago. When
he came to me with that sword the man was
dead broke. All I could give him on it was
SIG—about all the gold on it is worth. And
yet I suppose that sword cost $500 to make.
Just look at the beautiful enameling, the
pretty tracery on the blade, the fine steel!
But, as I said, as an object of barter or sale,
the thing is practically valueless. I suppose
I’ll have to smash it one of these days and
melt down the gold on it to get my money
back, for nobody seems to be anxious to
buy it.”
Another keepsake, richer and rarer than
the foregoing even, is a splendid gold medal,
presented to Sergt. John MacAfee, of the
Eighty-third Highlanders, by the British
government, for unusual personal bravery.
shown before the enemy at the battle of
Aboukir, in 1798. This is now in the ‘hands
of another local three-ball man. “The man
who pawned this with me, about ten years
ago, was awomau,” said he. “I mean by
that, he sent his wife. They must have
thought a great deal of this medal, for they
' of everything else before this relic
of old decency was thought of. But they
never redeemed it. The grandson of the
Aboukir MacAfeo was sick and in the hos-
pital, and died soon after I got hold of this
medal. And I’ve never seen his widow since.
Maybe she’s dead, too. ”—Chicago Herald.
A Proposed Patent.
A bright little fellow living up on Madison
avenue went to the theatre, saw the play and
the people, and deduced therefrom some
original ideas of his own. “I’ve a great
scheme,” said he, “for doing away with the
big-hat nuisance at the theatres, and I think
of having it patented.”
“that is it?” ‘
“Well, I propose to suspend a heavy weight
from the ceiling just inside ' the door, and at
such a height that when a woman enters
with a hat tall enough to strike the weight
it will fall upon her and smash the hat flat.”-
“But that will smash the woman, too,
won’t it?”
‘5 , yes, very likely,” responded the
yo ter, with an adorable shrug, “but
any woman who will wear such a hat to the
theatre ought to be killed. Besides. there
are too many women on the face of the earth
now.”—New York Evening Sun.
\
Kennel-ohms Courtship. .
Moses Mendelmohn, who was born in Des-
sau in 1729, of Jewish parents, and who died
in Berlin in 17%, wasone of the most learned
authors of an enlightened age. writes Ber-
thold Auerbach. His eldest son, Joseph (born
17-70, dieu 1848), founded, with his brother
Abraham (the father of Felix Mendelmohn-
Bartholdy. the celebrated composer) the
banking houseof Mendelssohn & (30., in Ben
lin. Moses Mendelssohn was at the watering
place called Pymont. Here he becauie ac-
quainted with the merchant Gugenheim, of
"Rabbi Moses," said the merchant oneday,
“we all adore you, but with the 'greatest en-
thusiasm my daughter admires your work.
It would be my greatat delight to have you
forason-in-law. Do payusa visitatHam-
Mendelmohn was very tinid, for he was
sadly deformed. He started for Hamburg,
and-onhiswayhe paida visit to his great
friend Inning, in Brunswick. After arriv-
ing in Hamburg he visited Gugenheim in his
counting house. The merchant said: "Go
tomydaughter; she will be pleased to see
you. I have told her a great deal about
you.” .
Mendelssohn visited the daughter, and the
next day he came again to Gugenheim in his
counting house and spoke of the charming
and thoughtful manner of the daughter.
“Yes, adored rabbi," said Gugenheim,
“shall I honestly .tell you"—
“Certainly.” .
"You are a philomher, a kindly disposed
wise man. You will not be oflended with
my child. She said that she was frightened
when she saw you, because you”—
“Because I have such a hideous bump on
my back.” .
Gugenheim nodded.
“I thought so,” said Mendelssohn, “but I
will bid farewell to your daughter.”
He went into the dwelling, at one of the
windows of which sat the daughter on an
elevated chair sewing. They talked kindly
and cordially together, but the girl did not
look up or at Mendelssohn. At last she put
the question: “Do you also believe that
matches are made in heaven?”
“Certainly. Something peculiar has hap-
pened to me. You know that there is a say-
ing in the Talmud that at the birth of a child
the name of the one he shall marry is called
out in heaven. Well, when I was born, the
name of my wife was called out to me, and
with it was mentioned that she would be an.
fortunately deformed with a hideous hump.
‘Dear Lord,’ I then said, ‘a girl that is de-
formed easily becomes bitter and hard; a
girl should be beautiful, dear Lord; give me
the hump, and let the girl be pretty and at-
tractive.’ "
He had scarcely said this when the girl em-
braced him. Later on she became his wife,
and they lived happily together. They had
beautiful and brave children, of whom there
are livin descendants at the present time.—-'
Boston erald.
Didn’t Want the Earth.
W'hen the oil excitement spread from Penn-
sylvania to Ohio, a German near Liverpool
began tosink a well in his back yard. All
the work was done by hand power, and his
drills were of the cheapest make. He ham-
mered away for week after Week and month
utter month, until he was pretty near .the
roof over China. Then a few of us planned
to give him a surprise and 'malm life worth
the living. or at last a few I! yum of it. We
got a gallon of crude oil anl poured it into
and around his well in which the drills were
still at work. This was 1101!: at night, and
next morning when we got around there, ac-
cording to agreement, lien." was sitting on a
bench, arms fol-led and his pipe alight.
“What! Struck i; at last!” exclaimed one
of the boys in great astonishzn is t.
“Yaw, I haf struck her,” was the calm re-
y.
“Really got oil! 011 fellow, let us con<
gratulato you I"
we all shook hands with him, got down
and tasted the oil and inspected the well, and
finally one of the crowd inquired:
“Hans, do you want to sell out?”
“Yaw, I sell out," was the complacent- re-
joinder.
“Well, we are here to buyif we can get
satisfactory figures. You know as well as
we do that your well will probably prove a
bummer. It promises at least a thousand
barrels a day.”
“Meype two tousand,” said Hans.
“Who can say? Now, then give us your
lowest cash figures, right off, quick. We
want the well only. You can still live in
your house. What’s you; figure I"
“Vhell, I take feefty dollar.”
“What!”
“Vhas she too high? Vhell, I make it forty
dollar. Dot pays for my tools und makes me
all right.”
“Why, man, do you mean that you only
ask forty dollars for this thousand barrel oil
well?”
“Dot vhas who I mean, und if shevhas too
high, I make it fife dollar less. Shall we
make oudt some paper?”
And we had to back square-down and back
out of that back yard. feeling that we had
been left. As the matter turned out the well
would have been dear at forty cents—New
York Sun.
Human Influence.
No human being can come into this world
without increasing or diminishing the sum
total of human happiness,-not only of the
present, but of every subsequent age of hu-
manity. No one can detach himself from
this connection. There is no sequestered spot
in the universe, no dark niche along the disk
of non-existence, to which he can retreat
from his relations to others, where he can
withdraw the influence of his existence-upon
the moral destiny of the world; everywhere
his presence or absence will be felt—every-
wherehe will have companions who will be
better or worse for his influence. Itisau
old saying, and one of-feuful and fathom].-
import, that we are forming characters for
eternity. Formingcharacters! Whose? Our
own or others? Both; and in that momen-
tous fact lies the peril and responsibility . of
our existence. Who is sufficient for the
thought? Thousands of my fellow beings
will yearly enter eternity with characters
diflering from those they would have carried
had I never lived. The sunlight of that
world will reveal my finger marks in their
primary formations, and in their successive
strata of thought and life—Elihu Burritt.
Man's Hope of Immortality.
The caterpillar, on being converted into an
inert scaly mass, does not appear to be fitting
itself for an inhabitant of the air, and can
have no consciousness of the brillianc y of its
future being. lVe are masters of the earth,
but perhaps we are the slaves of some great
and unknown being. The fly that we crash
with our finger or feed with our viands has
no knowledge of man and no consciousness
of his superiority. We suppose that we are
acquainted with matter and all its elements;
yet we cannot even guess at the cause of
electricity or explain the laws of the forma-
tion of stones that fall from meteors. There
.may be beings, thinking beings, near or sur-
rounding us, which we do not perceive, which
we cannot imagine. We know very little;
but, in my opinion, we know enough to hope
for the immortality, the individual immor-
tality, of the better part of ‘ mam—Sir Hum-
phry Davy.
GmO-WLRD DELI-non;
unsmussoom sLocs. mu. sneer,
FAMILY GROCEIIES.
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G. n. amen-ox,
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ram orrnor.
R. B. CRAUFURD,
Investments, Real Estate and Insurance,
ROOM 2; MASONIC BUILDING.
Wm. Lockwood,
Real Estate, issuance and investment
Securities.
110me To LOA'.
insurance Placed Is First-Class Companies
Office—Cor. MAIN l WALL 8TB" NORWALK
1y 18
DENTISTRY!
Iveryihlsg in Dentistry, and Everything
Fully Warnsied.;
w. H. BALDWIN, u. I). s.,
68 Wall St., Norwalk. Ct.
J. BELDEN 11 um. BUTT.
lttgney and Counselor at Law,
oom No. 4. Up Stairs,
GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK, CONN.
ALEX. s. GIBSON,
Organist of let Congregational Church. Waterbury,
Teacher of
Pianoferte, Organ and Musical
Composition,
Lock Box 39 P 0..NORWALK. CONN.
MR. C. F. DANIELS.
INSTRUCTOR UPON THE
PIANO-FORTE AND ORGAN.
EBpecIal attention Iven to He _
mica! Studies, 3 "mm! and Rhyth
aim-17 Lock Box 114, Norwalk, Conn.
'I‘NA INSURA
I Incorporated 1812.
D.
NO
Charter Perpetu
(ii i‘l'l'fl. AND ASSETS, $8,902,872.04.
Insures against loss and dams e b Fir on
t;;m::;i:pteéitgo the tliaising} a‘pd gonslysteutobith
c pensa on. .0 LEStME
Sole Agents for N cum": and vicinity. BRILL.
MINER D. RANDALL, Architect and Super
intendent.
Plans and Specifications for all kinds of Build-
gs.
Artistic designs for stab-ways, mantels, side-
boards, etc.
Frsmmg or working plans for all kinds of build-
Ings accurately made. -
once, Cor Main and Wall sts., Not-walk. Opel
Wednesday and Saturday evenings. '
Residence, Riverside ave., East Nor-walk. lyi
Building Materials, 8:0.
BUILDING STONE, all qualities of sand, col
lars dug, gardens and grounds renovated
horses and carts for hire. I have some thoroughly
rotted and very fine manure for flower beds.
J. W. EDMUNDS,
No.6 South Union Avenue.
P. 0. Box 654, Norwalik
PLYMOUTH ROCK ICE.
I 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 favors,I solicit
a continuance of their patronage.
19tf R. L. ELLS.
THE
Norwalk Fire Insurance Co.
Has now completed Its
18Ih SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS YEAR
And ass not outstandinga dollar of unpaid losses
orclaims forlosses. No sound company insurer
for less. ~
W. 0. Swan”, Pres, Geo. B. Sr. Joan, Tress.
Gm. R. Cowmas, Secretary.
Express.
l’atronize the old reliable
ADAMS EXPRESS COMPANY.
LOW RATES AND PROMPT DILIVIRY.
Branch omce, Norwalk. at S. K. Stanley’s
Main Office at Depot, South Norwalk. ~ tfl!
L. Hour, Agent.
6. A. FRANKE,
THE HAIRG UTTER,
No. l Gazette Building.
HOT AND COLD BATI-IS.
PENSIONS
And GOVERNMENT CLAIMS mv sole busi-
ness. Rejected and increase claims a speciality.
Don’t delay. Address or visit
GEN. WM. NOBLE,
No. 91 SrnA-rronn Av: , anenron'r, Cr.
II E N R V II ll 8 8 ,
Restaurant, Cafe and Smoking Room,
Grand Central Station,
420 Sugar AND 4ru_Avsnun, New Your
Entrance from waiting room, New York, New
ilavea and Hartford railroad. its:
FOR KEEPING
CIDER SWEET
USE
ANTIFERMENTINE.
ONLY 30 CENTS A PACKAGE.
AT IIALE’S DRUG STORE.
Sewing Machines.
()F every kind and make. rcpaircd, cleaned
. and guaranteed. All orders left at
Spencer’s Jewelry Store.
W11! receive prompt attention.
4Lp36 .
HENRY TILLY
CARRIAGE MAKER,
CON IV
C. J. GRUMAN.
SOUTH NOR WALK, -
Manufacturer of
Family Carriage, Victims, Buggies, is.
All Kinds of Repairing.
o. E.’ WILSON,
General Insurance l litli Billie Agni
Money to Loan.
‘smcks, Bonds 3..., Bought and Sold,
and Loans Negotiated at Lowest
Rates of Interest.
BOOK NO. 8 GAZETTE BUILDING
- Mummers.
w. II. AMEEKER,
Plnmliu, Steam and Gas Fittiu,
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN.
Sanitary Plumbing, and Ventilation. and
Low Pressure Steam Heating, a Specialty.
PLUMBERS’ SUPPLIES.
Pipe and Fifth; for Steals ssd Gas.
Agent for the Florida Low Pressure Boiler.
Facilities for Cutting and Threading all Smut
Pipe. sou
TO HORSE OWNERS!
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
Repository acomplete line of CARRIAGES from
the best makers, which are manufactured for. us
to s cial order; every carriage warranted.
WA CNS and CARTS of ever description.
BARNESSES, WHIPS, ROBES, B ANKITS
DANN’S LIVERY STABLE,
orncn 48 WALL s'r., NORWALK
err. n. a s. u. a. [throw ' 35
FURNITURE
Geo. HfREymond, .
‘ FURNITURE DEALER,
Has removed to the new and commodious store
four doors above Ins old stand and stocked It
with NEW GOODS of the LATEST
STYLE and FINEST FINISH.
GEO. H. RAYMOND, Agent.
Punishing Undertaker and Embslmer.
I give my personal attention to laying out and
furnishing everything necessary for the
interment of the dead.
Residence—No 3 Berkeley Place, Norwalk.
Telephone Communication with Residence.
- mum
A Full Stock 3: Furniture of all klndu'
PARLDR AND BEDROOMSETS
a specialty.
. DAVID STOW,
Main Street opp. Depot
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN
GENERAL MARKET
Meat, Fish, Vegetables. to.
LOCKWOOD s 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 t
prove to our customers that we deserve their
patronage by fair and generous dealing.
1v40 LOCKWOOD a LOCKWOOI).
J. 3. NE WKIRK,
m DENTIST
Dentlstry performed in all branches. Gold and
Porcelain Crowns Inserted. Gas administered
for the painless extracting of teeth.
Office at residence. Lewis Street. near Con-
gregational church. Norwslk lyflp
Horwalk~:~ Gazette
JOB PRINTING nususnmu
Wedding Cards, Posters,
Visiting Cards, Handbilll,
Business Cards, Programmes,
Fancy Show Cards, Dodgers,
Ball Cards . Billheads,
Statements, Circulars,
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"
Prices.
Call and get estimates.
Engraved Wedding Cards a Specialty.
For Sale at a Sacrifice.
Will be sold if applied for soon,
TEN ROOM COTTAGE.
within five minutes walk of the
bridge, with never failing well of
excellent water, and a cistern
holding three hundred hogs~
heads, for laundry purposes
all modern improvements ’
conveniences, etc. Cost
owner $8,000, and
will be sold for
$5,000 with only
$1,500 down.
to satisfac
tory party.
lm32 Enquire at GAZETTE OFFICE.
P o R '1- n A I 1's
OIL. PASTEL 0R CRAYON‘
Elegant work, at lowest Prices, by
E. T. WHITNEY,
Formerly of Norwalk. Leave orders at Art De-
partment of BOSTON STORE, 2d Fleet, Nor»
waik,Conn. 36
Norwalk Chronicler