A TRADE MARK . IVHQKQF KNOCKs SPOTS OUT OF . “THE GRIP.” seamin- rue same c'ouvav ‘rwsv ass : dine“ ' Tit.“ Tum imam: aWhES. This RUSSlAN 3N FLU ENZA i" is quadrupling our sales. WHY?‘ Because people find ‘IVNOKOF’ is the Quickestand most Effective Remedy. A u: r- v“. .— -:—..—..—._-r.-'~.'"r~. . it does not allow _ Bronchitis, Pneumonia, Consumption, ‘ to step in after the Grip. l ' For sale at all dru gists in Norwalk and 1 South Norwalk and ew York. a i l l Three sizes: 25 cents; 50 ets.; and i 75 cents; the largest size most eco = comical. PREPARED ONLY BY MNWJMM No. 1 East 89th St. N. v. ‘ ' thickets. ' the balsams had but little more than en- ,somewhat but outllnssof a peakwhich 1 NORWALK GAZETTE WlDNESDAY JANUARY 15.. 1:290. THE LAST CRICKET. Trill, trill, trill, Sweet and shrill. From the dark side of a stone: Summer is down away. Clover is made into hay, Autumn nights are chill; Trill away, little cricket! Out in the dark alone. Trill, trill, trill, The tree tops are still, Never a katydid about And the firefly torches are burned out. Trill away, little cricket! Thestars listen, no doubt. Trill l trill! trill! A summer tune Makes not NovemberJune. Everything has an end, And so but thy song, little friend! Tweak! the frost nips—thou art still! —Hele.n- Thayer Hutcheson. LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS. Some six years ago, while connected with a botanical establishment in North Carolina, I bad business for the firm, that carried me into the neighborhood of the far famed Black Mountain range. My errand accomplished, I lingered in the vicinity for a day or two, in order to do a little prospecting on my own account. I had long been desirous of making the ascent of Mount Mitchell, that heavenward soaring “Monarch of the Blacks," rendered doubly interesting because of its superior alti- tude and of its pinnacles enshrining the dust of its intrepid discoverer—the story of whose tragic death has so often been repeated. Having spoken of this intention to the mountaineer with whom I was stopping, he advised my going round to the Buncombe county side, and there procuring a guide to make the ascent with me, as there were bri— dle paths cut from that direction. However, he went on to say, if I did not care to take all this trouble, he could procure a guide for me on this side, although, he cautioned me that I would find the route exceedingly rough and not a. little dangerous. Now, this idea of taking a guide with me was one I did not relish much. Indeed, it was the very last thing I wanted to do. I was young, self reliant, and full of the spirit of adventure. Besides, I wanted something to brag about among my youthful friends on my return, and what better could I have than that I had made an ascent, alone, of the gloomy Blacks? Perhaps, also, I might dis- cover a new peak, perhaps even one of su- perior altitude to the towering Mount Mitch- ell, and thus hand my name down to poster- ity along with those of Dr. Mitchell, Gen. Clingman, and other famous explorers. Filled with these thoughts and aspirations, I procured a generous lunch from the wife of my mountaineer, and under pretense of going to spend the day and night with an old trap- per, who lived five miles away on the Caney river, I set off at daybreak the next morning on my adventurous journey. I had made close inquiries in regard to the various foot paths up the mountain sides, and had, as I thought, the correct bearings of the route I ought to pursue pretty well fixed in my mind. Indeed, the peak I de- sired to reach was in full view of my friend’s front door, and I was of the opinion that by keeping an eye to the direction I would have but little trouble in reaching it. I had been repeatedly told of the almost impenetrable forests of balsam that covered the upper portion of these Alpine like peaks, but in my ignorance supposed it would be quite easy, in spite of the dense growths, to trace out the footways. My host had informed me that it was good ten miles from his door to the summit of Mount Mitchell. Being blessed with a capi— tal pair of legs and well accustomed to using them, I had calculated that by‘ starting at daylight I could easily make the trip to the summit and back to one of the nearer huts of the mountaineers by early nightfall, any- how. But that I might .be the better pre- pared in case I had to camp out, I provided myself with a blanket and a box of matches. The former I wore in a roll strapped across my shoulders. Even in the light chestnut forests that cov- ered the lower slopes I had much difficulty in finding my way. In many places the trail was barely traceable. More than once I got completely turned around, and found myself doubling back upon my own footsteps. I had never before been in the balsam HadI been, I am candid enough to admit that I would never, with all my love of fame and adventure, have set out alone on what very soon I came to realize was a most foolhardy undertaking. The dense gloom of. \ veloped me, when I began to wish I had taken the old mountaineer’s advice and have gone round on the Buncombe county side, and as- cended by the bridle paths, like any other civilized mortal. Not only did the almost impenetrable forests reach away on every side. but underfoot in every direction stretched great beds of sponge like moss, into which my foot sank, often above the ankle, and yet left no impression. , '- In vain I looked for the least sign of a path. Not one was anywhere visible, not even the trace of a human being. It was with ex- treme difficulty that I could now make my way through some places at all, for the bal- sam is a tree of many branches, and these,-- growing low to the ground, form almost\im— penetrable barriers. . ' that it would be simply madness to continue on my way unless I could come across a path of some sort. On trying to retrace my steps, I found,,to my utter dismay, that I had lost all knowledge as to u. y bearings. I wasso com- pletely turned around thatI hadn’t the least idea of the direction whence I had entered the forest. I sat down for a moment to think overtho situation. I was assuredly lost, and what was worse, I hadn’t the least knowledge of my whereabouts. If I could get a look at the sun I thought I might have some idea ofths . course I ought to pursue. But the dense, dark foliage of the balsams excluded even a ray, and although my watch showed me that it was fast nearing noon, the light about me was little clearer than that of twilight. After resting a half hour or so I started ofi again, with the determination to keep in as straight a course as I could possibly judge. Added to the difiiculty I had previously ex- perienced of making my way through the dense, overhanging boughs of the balaams‘, I now encountered another, and, in many in- stances, a far greater. This was from the numerous dead bdsams that had fallen against the others, and in some places com- pletely barred my way. I had repeatedly to crawl upon my handsand knees, and often to throw my body fiat upon the ground and work my way through. I had proceeded a mile or morein this manner,“ near as I could judge, when I came suddenly upon a kind of clearing, apparently made by the 'uprooting of several large trees in a storm. Here I was now to get my first glimpse of the sun duosenteringthebdssmtoreste. I glanced at my watch. It was new post 2 o’clock, and the sun was already inclining towards the wut. ' , Directly in frent of moleculd seetbo bold, mined atoncefrom its peculiar-shapes, “TbsPotntoTop,"an outlying spur of the? I had not gone very for when I discovered ' Blacks. As the mountaineer Whose homI had left in the morning lived on the nob side of this peak, I had now some little in as to my whereabouts. It was utterly a- loss, as well as foolhardy, I soon recognizi, to attempt to reach Mount Mitchell that d(. ‘ This peak was not even in sight, and as it from me, I now realized, as when I had fit begun the ascent of the range. My me sensible and decidedly safer plan was to tr to find my way back to my late host’s cabz, since I now had some idea as to its directic. Leaving the sun directly on my left, I feel about, and again entered the balsam this ets. I now found them not quite so impen trable as before, although it still required 1- little amount of skillful engineering to wor my way through them. I seemed to be goir up all the time, rather a steep incline at the which made my task the more arduou Every now and then a huge rock would 1001 up in front of me. Sometimes I had to elim directly over the top of these, and again t make my way cautiously around some do! gerously projecting ledge. The hands of my watch pointed to 5 o’clocl and I had been for nearly three hours agai wandering in the balsams, as hopelessly poi plexed as before, when, just as I had falle forward upon a spongy bed of moss, utterl despairing, I caught the sound of softly fall ing water.. I had eaten nothing since In; early start of the morning, with the exec; tion of a small piece of corn dodger and frie bacon, the mountaineers inevitable dail; diet. So great had been my distress of min! for the past six or seven hours, all thought 0 hunger had been completely driven away, al though I had long ago become aware that was suffering terribly from thirst. The SOlllli of the trickling water therefore reminder me again, and most forcibly, of this want. soon found the tiny stream, making its wag from a fissure in the huge rock near when I had‘ thrown myself. My thirst slaked, and a. small portion 0'. my lunch partaken of, I was preparing tc start off once more on what I now realized, only too painfully, was a hopeless sort of wandering, when a thought struck me with sudden hopefulness. I would follow the coarse of the stream. Surrounded as the range was with numer- ous large watercourses, nearly every one of which had its source near the summits of the peaks, I did not doubt that this tiny trickle was the head waters of some one of the nu- merous creeks in the valley below. I had much dilliculty at first in tracing out the thread like flow of water, but gradually it grew more and more distinct, till, finally, I had all that I could do to maintain my foot- ing upon the slippery rocks and roots along its course. Vcr y soon my further progress was arrested by what seemed to be the edge of a precipice of no small extent, for the water fell with considerable sound to what I judged was a pool below. The rododendrons, or mountain laurel, fringed its edges with a. thick tangle, while above the great balsam firs interlocked their boughs. I was cautiously approaching the edge of the precipice for the purpose of glancing over, when a treacherous rock gave way beneath mo, and the next moment I felt my- self plunging downwurd with that horrible sensation one experiences when falling into" space. My feet struck the water, when, with a sudden terrible shock, I felt my further course arrested, Stunned and rendered senseless as I was, for the first few moments, by the terrific force with which my downward plunge had been checked, it was some little time ere I recov- ered sufficient consciousness to take note of my surroundings and of my own situation. “Then I did I discovered that in falling the roll made by my blanket had caught in the bare, projecting spur of a dead balsam that lay top downward in the pool. It was a veri~ table monarch of the forest, with huge trunk, gray with age and almost branchless. W'hat was now the upper portion, with the roots at- tached, rested securely against the topmost edge of the precipice, while the other end was buried deep in the pool. The pool itself was about twenty-five or thirty feet across, and of considerable depth, as I judged by its dark, still looking surface. To unbuckle the straps that held the blanket across my shoulders was the work of but afew moments when once I had recovered posses- sion of my faculties. Leaving the blanket and straps to take care of themselves, I scram- bled upon tho balsam, after considerable ef- fort, and with great difficulty, for I was still suffering from the shock of the fall—and made my way by means of the hoary trunk to the top of the precipice. It was now after 6 o’clock, and the dense , gloom of the balsams had so deepened that I could scarcely see how to make my way through them. Realizing the utter foolhard- iness of attempting to do anything further towards finding my way out through the dense night that was now fast settling down, I selected the dryest and most sheltered spot I could find near to the stream, and building a fire of the dead balsam boughs prepared to spend the night. The next morning about 11 o’clock, after many hours again spent in what seemed but useless effort, I struck a distinct trail. Fol- lowing it with no great difficulty, I soon reached the but of one of the mountaineers. On relating to him an account of my adven- tures, the honest fellow seemed considerably struck with what he looked upon as my al- most miraculous escape from death—Win- throp Burroughs in Yankee Blade. It's Different. The man who sat in the last seat of the rear car was a broad shouldered individual with a Capt. Kidd beard and a bold, assert- ive mode of action. The first thing he did after he had plunged into his seat was to raise the window and squirt a stream of to- bacco juice into the street. He was a man few would care to cross, but the brakeman, with the assurance born of yearsof tyranny over more passengers, knew no fear. He walked up to ‘the tobacco chewer, and, stick- ing a finger at him, said: “Soy, wadjer tink dis is a bathin’ pavilionil Now, don’t you spit out do winder no more, d’ye hear! People what walks has got some rights. " The passenger dropped his eyes before this severe and dignified rebuke, and shrunk up in shame. The brakeman stalked out upon the platfbrm, and, leaning over the iron gate, took aim with his pureed lips at a group on the sidewalk, and sent a torrent of tobacco juice within a foot of them—New York Sun. To Make Children Lovely. There is just one way, and that is to sur- round them by day and by night with an at- mosphere of love. Restraint and reproof may be mingled with the love, but love must be a constant element. “I found my little girl was growing unamiable and plain,” said a mother to’ us the other day, “and, reflect- ing on it sadly, I could only accuse myself of the cause thereof. 80 I changed my manage- ment and improved my opportunity to praise and encourage her, toassure her of my un- bounded aflection for her and earnest desire that she should grow up to lovely and bar- monious womanhood. As a rose opens to sunshine, so the child heart opened in the warmth of the content afloction and en- resses showered upon her; her peevishness pnmed away, her face grew beautiful, and now one look from me brings be to my side, obedient to my will, and happiest when she is nearest to may—Wong’s News. MESM‘EBISM IN THE ORIENT. Two Wonderful and Cruel Tests Described . try an Eye Witness. " There were ten years ago, and Ipresume are now, in India, mosmerists whose perfor- mances transcend in wonder the combined efforts of such of their Christian rivals as I have ever seen. Let me describe one perfor— manco: It was in Secunderabad, in 1878, and it took place in the broad corridor of the palace of Saler Jung, the nyzam. I was one of a party of Englishmen, among whom were Dr. Crawford, surgeon of the British army, and Mr. John Hodgkins, formerly an officer in her majesty‘s Lancers, but at that time in the employ of an English banking and mor- cantile firm in Hong Kong. We were in the front ranks of the spectators, nearly all of whom were Europeans. After we had waited a few minutes, fanning ourselves, for theday was oppressively hot, the fakirs made their appearance. There were eight in the party. An old man with nquiline features, a patri- archal white board and a pair of flashing black eyes, was the leader. His wife, a pretty little woman, young enough to be his daugh- ter, was his chief assistant, and the six re- maining men served as subjects and under assistants. I had heard much about the wonderful per- formances of this particular band of fakirs, as all itinerant performers are generally termed, and thus when I received the invite.- tion of the palace authorities I was delighted to accept it. But I must admit that all the praise I had heard seemed faint and cold af- ter I had seen all that was to be seen. It was, taking it all in all, the most wonderful performance of the sort any of our party had ever witnessed. After the fakirs arrived they proceeded at once to business. The old man bound a band- age tightly around the forehead of one of his young men, placing a small wedge shaped piece of pith under the cloth and directly be- tween the eyes. Then he handed him a small round mirror, telling him to place it in his hand and gaze upon it intently. This the young man did. Meanwhile the ' other fakirs made a circle partially around him, droning a monotonous chant that ran something as follows: Rani, ram, amaram, mum-am, ram, Amaram, amaram, amaram, ram. This was repeated over and over again in inging tones, resembling the distant hum of . hive of bees, and when the chant was ended :‘c were nearly as drowsy as the poor subject z'as. Directly the song was finished we started l'om our lethargy and brought our lagging snses to bear upon the victim of this remark- zble incantation. He was lying on the par— lnr floor, to all appearances dead. His face vas of the ghastly pallor of the tomb. His n‘ms, legs and fingers were as though they 1nd been suddenly turned to ice. His blood summed to have been frozen on a day when we liring spectators were almost suffocated by tle heat. : Ve felt his fingers. They were as rigid as tlough modeled from marble. Dr. Craw- fil‘d raised his eyelids. The pupil had been mturned and nothing but the White was vsible. The doctor examined his heart and fdt his pulse. His blood had stopped flowing tlrough his veins. To make the test even more complete the doctor stopped his nostrils, his eyes and his ears and mouth with a thick, pitty like paste, that made breathing an im- prssibility. In every previous mesmeric or hjpnotic experiment I had witnessed the sub- jezt always breathed. ll’ow came some further tests, and cruel ones they were, too. Large bodkins were thrust entirely through the palm of his hand, and he never moved a muscle. Neither did a single drop of blood follow the withdrawal of the steel. This prodding was repeated upon his choqks, his finger points, his thighs and arms, with precisely the same results. Then the old man took a glowing coal of burning, charcoal from his pot and placed it on the upturned palm of his unconscious victim’s hand. Here it at first smoked, then sizzled, and the corridor became permeated with the odor ofburning human flesh. Still the man was un(onscious. At last the doctor forced the old nan to remove the coal, for fear that it might do the young man some permanent injury. : The subject was then turned over to the doctor’s care. The physician made every ef- fort known to medical science to resuscitate him, but all for naught. After he had been in this trance for nearly an hour the old fakir made some wide spreading passes over his body with his arms and leaned back to watch the result. A shiver passed over the sub— ject’s form, and a grim smile of triumph curled the. corners of the old man’s mouth. We gathered around the prostrate man and watched him until We grew sick at heartland felt faint. Such torture, such horrible ago- ny I never before beheld on a human being’s face. His features were twisted and distort- ed out of all human resemblance. His limbs became knotted, and he writhed into a. thou- sand different shapes from his finger tips to his toes. After five minutes, that seemed to us an age, he opened his eyes, rubbed the moisture from his forehead and sat up as one dazed. A minute later he rose and took his place among the others as though nothing whatever had happened. While this was very wonderful, the old man now proceeded to nstonisb us still more. lVith no one to help him save the singers and their chant,of his own volition he threw him- self into this same marvelous state. W'c re— peated the same experiments upon him that we had done in the first instance. We drove steels through his limbs and scorched the palm of his hand with a living coal. ‘We stopped up his nostrils, ears, eyes and mouth, and then the doctor worked on him for half an hour or more. The effect of death was in this case more pronounced than in the for- mer. The natural pallor of the old man’s face, his flowing white hair and beard made him appear like the carved figure of some old Indian Chieftain in one of‘ the royal burial grounds. It impressed us-as though we were stinctively spoke in whispers. When the doctor was tired he turned the body over to the woman, who made certain passes over it, and slowly and terribly the old man regained his senses—Keller in St. Louis Republic. Tho-College In 3 Corner of Fife. When the scarlet gowns of the students in winter are moving above these venerable courts, and those narrow lanes with their strong savor of the sea, then St. Andrews looks its best, looks most like itself, and pre- sents that odd blending of a university town with an east coast fishing village, which is in fact its esence, its difi’erentia, as the logicians say. Where else can you find lecture rooms, chapels, schools, within a few hundred yards of a narrow and perilous haven, a pier built of huge rudely cut stones dragged from the fallen cathedral, and the long rollers breaking on vast desolate sands, strewn here and there with the gaunt ribs and timbers of wrecks! When you note that all this mingled land- mpeis watched by the keep and the walls of a-great prelato’s casth, the scene of feasts and tortures, of murders and martyrdoms, the broken survival of - an age when the church leaned on the main secular arm, and when cardinals were fighting- men, then you' have, in brief, the historical magic of St. Andrews—Andrew Lang in Hal-pub Maga- zine. ‘ ! some friends from New York, was shocked to in the prwenco of actual death, and we in- -- A Now an: am. An enterprising young electrician in Washington, recently married, who had oc- casion to spend the evenings down town with find, as he was about to go home, that his new silk but had, in some unexplained man- ner, become badly rumpled. Shops that “block your hat while you wait” had long been closed, and for a moment Benedict was in distress, but his ingenuity did not fail him. Stepping into a restaurant lighted by electricity, he soon found an incandescent lamp attached to a long flexible conductor, and with this he deftly and quickly ironed out the wrinkles from his battered tile, and hastened home to his waiting wife—Electri- cal Review. __ A. Remedy for the Influenza. A remedy recommended for patients afilicted with the influenza is Kemp’s Bal— earn, the specific for coughs and colds, which is especially adapted to diseases of the throat and lungs. Do not wait for the first symptoms of the disease before secur- ing the remedy, but get a bottle and keep ti on hand for use the moment it is needed. If neglected the influenza has a tendency to bring on pneumonia. All druggists sell the Balsam. Wanted a Little him. “Well, have you farmers had rain enough i" be queried of a farmer on the market Satur- day. “Hardly,” was the reply. “You haven’t? Why, it has rained almost every day for two months!” “Yes, I know. I’m running a skiff around iho farm now, but if we had a little more rain I think I could put on a. fiatboat and carry bigger londs!”—Detroit Free Press. The simplest and best regulator of the disordered liver in the world, are Carter’s Little Liver Pills. They give prompt relief in sick headache, dizziness, nausea. &c.; prevent and cure constipation and piles; remove sallowness and pimples from the complexion, and are mild and gentle in their operation on the bowels. Carter’s Little Liver Pills are small and as easy to take as sugar. One pill a dose. Price 25 cents. An cxasperating editor being threaten- ed with a coat of tar and feathers, said in his next issue : “The people of this town may break into somebody‘s hen roost and steal the feathers, but we know they are too stingy to buy the tar.” unanisfactory, as thousands of despairing patii ZilS can testify. A trustworthy med— ical writer says: “Proper local treatment is positively necessary to success, but most remedies in general use by physi- cians aiIOrd but temporary benefit. A cure cannot be expected from snuifs, pow— ders, douches and washes.” Ely’s Cream Balm is a remedy which combines the im— portant requisites of quick action, specific curative power with perfect safely and pleascntness to the patient. Omnibus conductor, to conductor—If you saw him picking the gentleman’s pocket, why didn’t you interfere, instead of letting him get aWay ? Countrvman— I saw that sign up there. “Beware of pickpockets," an’ I was afearcd to ! It is foolish to send for the doctor every time you don’t feel just right. My doc- tor’s bill for years was over a hundred dollars a year. which made a pretty big hole in my wages. 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I/im'n u Lactated Food are Healthy lBABIES Hapgoyflearly. It is Unequaled. ’ of the Globe, and become a favorite physicians. This is to certify that I have nation of remedies, for Headache, sufferers from that trouble, I shall P310111. 25 GEN-rs. - sow ‘sv H. R."HALE, NORWALK. CONN. names, lineman“: comrannr BRIG-‘G-S’ HEADACHE-:—TBOC HES —-—-—FOR—— SICK HEADACHE, —-——IN ITS—— Nervous, Billions or Congestive Forms. ThisIRemedy is the Prescription of one of the leading Physicians of Paris France,and was used by him with unparalleled success for over thirty years, and was first given to the Public as a Proprietary Medicine in 1878, and since that time it has found its way into almost every country on the face remedy withgthousands of the leading Medical societies have discussed its marvelous success at their annual conventions, and after their oflieial chemist have analyzed it and found that it ‘ontained no opiates, bromides, or other harmful ingredients quietly placed it among their standard remedies. TESTIMONIAL- L. R. snows, n. n, , . 23 West Jersey St., k _ ELIZABETH, N. J., June 23m, 1889. i used for some months with much satisfaction, the combi known as Briggs’ Headache Trochesz The remedy cure more headaches, especially such as efiect Nervous Women than anything I am acquaime with, and if this certificate will be the means of bringing it to the favorable attention feel that I have done them a semce. L. R. BROWN, M. D, Ell-W N. .‘l‘.
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