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NORWALK GAZETTE WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5. 152.0.
NEMESIS.
The stern processiopal ascends the steep
05 high Olympus, and the kings of song
With ceaseless note the antiphony prolong
Of those who robe in sackcloth. Sad and deep
Their voices who the unchecked remembrance
keep
Of wandering passion. Fearlessly and strong
Did Shakespeare wail the expense of Spirit‘s
wrong, .
And Burns the woe that poppied pleasures reap.
Easier for human hearts to bear a pain
Than to forego the rapture that they miss.
Men may repent, but how can they repent?
Sin‘s retribution dwells in longings vain:
Not in remorse, but in the wild regret
And helpless yearning for disastrous bliss.
—Thomas W. Higginson in Christian Union.
NOT CREDIBLE, BUT TRUE.
What I have to say is not fiction, but fact.
The heroine of my “strange story”———and no
less. true than strange-died many years ago.
Most of her generation have followed her to
the land, the inhabitants of which may or
may not revisit ours in visible guise. The
Lord of the quick and the dead alone knows
how this may be. There is no reason why I
should not put into print what many of her
contemporaries heard from her own lips, not
only at the date of the mysterious occurrence
that shadowed her life, but when a half cen-
tury had softened the grisly outlines of the
horror, and she could contemplate it in per-
spective, almost with cal’mless, although never
without awe.
I, Nancy Barksdale, who write this, was a
girl of 18 when, at the close of 'a 1‘. 11y my
fifty years agone, my father’s carriage set
me down at the door of my dear friend Au—
gusta Deane, in Cartersville, Va. Carters—
ville. was then, and may be now, an uninter-
esting village, straggling leisurely along the
banks of the James river, to which it owed
its being and continued life. IVe had pitied
Augusta Ellett, the belle of two Richmond
seasons, not because she married Frank
Deane, a promising young lawyer, but for
having to live in the muddy, tame little town.
The wedding had taken place in December,
and this was my first visit to her new abode.
It was a small, white cottage, set back
about twenty yards from the street, which
differed in nothing from a country highway,
except that there were more houses on and
near it. I had just time to observe that the
Deanes’ cottage was a story and a half high,
with dormer windows in the roof; that it was
neat and newly painted; that the wicket gate
in the front palings was overarched by a
bower of honeysuckle, and the front porch
overrun with a multiflora rose tree, now in
affluent bloom, when Augusta ran out
through the open door and down the gravel
walk to the carriage.
She was a trifle thinner than when I had
last seen her, but animated and joyous, with
vivacity that did not abate while she attended
me to her own chamber on the first floor,
pouring out salutations, queries and interjec-
tions in her old frank, impetuous way.
“You must stay in here with me until
Frank comes home,” she said, helping me to
lay aside my traveling garb. “He went to
Richmond day before yesterday and may not
get back before Saturday.”
“Your first separation, isn’t it?” asked I,
struck with something not quite natural in
her manner. ,
“Yes. He was obliged to go —0m business,”
adding the last word as it might be an after-
While she spoke she was rearranging some
clothing hung in a press to make room for
that I had laid off. Her hands wavered, and
she kept her face turned from me.
IVith the slight (and insufferable) touch of
superior scorn of a fancy-free-as—yet maiden
for the sentimental feelings of “young mar—
ried folks,” I feigned to overlook her emo-
tion. She might pine at heart for the absent
mate, but she did me the justice to be sin-
cerely delighted at my coming. I would con-
tolerate avweakness peculiar to her position;
so I made talk of city news and the journey,
taking pains not to ask a question, until
presently she showed me a. sunny face that
was the prettier and sweeter for the mist,
which was not quite dew, lingering upon her
eyelashes. W'e supped en tete—a-tete and sat
out on the porch until bedtime watching the
moon rise and mount—the crystal white light
driving back the shadows from the wet grass
and ribbonlikegraveled paths winding away
into the shrubbery; enjoying the scent
freighted air throbbing and cooling before
the river breeze, and talking, talking, talk-
ing, as only two girls who have been bosom
friends from infancy can talk after nearly
six months’ separation. Augusta bore her
part gallantly, and I quite forgot the passing
her voice.
\Vhen we were ready for bed the cloud re-
turned and broke. I saw her kneeling form
trembling from head to foot while she was
Arising, with averted face, she went to a
bureau on the far side of the room, took a
miniature from a drawer, kissed it twice and
furtively slipped it under her pillow. When
we had lain down and the light was out I
knew, gentle and gradual as was the move-
ment, that she drew the picture from its bid-
ing place and pressed it to her bosom. Pass-
that it was wet. .
“Augusta!” I said, Softly, “cannot I com-
fort you? What is it, my poor dear? Surely
you are not grieving-over a sorrow that will
be cured so soon as will Mr. Deane’s ab-
She clung to me in a wild storm of tears.
She was but 20, and had not had a secret
from me in ten years; so I got this one.
Law business, imperative and not to be de-
ferred,she said, had called Frank to ,Rich-
mond. With all her sweetness of temper his
wife had been a. spoiled child in her father’s
house, and her husband had never crossed
her. She especially desired that he should be
at home while I was there, and could not be
convinced that the matter in band could not
be transacted as well by correspondence as in
person. From pleadingshe passed to remon-
strance, then to indignant protest. The re-
sult was that reef of horrors to the newly
wedded, the first quarrel. ' Frank told her
that she was unreasonable and childish, and
asked her how she expect-ed him to make a
living for herself and him if she kept him
tied to her apron string.
“And I called him unfeeling and cruel and
—brutall” confessed the peniteut, between
her sobs. “I have cried myself to sleep for
two nights over it. If I could but see him
for one minute—long enough to beg his par-
don—I could let him go again for six months,
if necessary. If you had seen his face when
I said that last wicked word! He turned as
white as death, and bit his lips hard to keep
back the bitter answer I deserved. How
could I do it? How could I do it?”
It did seem inexcusable to mo—a slightly
priggish damsel, with a well formulated
creed of wifely duty and deportment—but I
lectured her mildly in consideration of her
genuine distress .
“He has a generous heart,” I concluded.
“He will not bear a grudge, you may be
sure, and his very soul is bound up in you.”
The neatly cut plaster did not draw the
lips of, the wound together. Indeed, it bled
afresh. '
“He never said an. unkind word to me in his
life, my suffering, patient, ill used angel!
" And I wouldn’t walk down to the boat with
him, although I knew he was longing to ask
me-to do it. I didn’t even go with him to
the door, and when he kissed me good-by I
just let him do it and stood like a dumb block
while he walked out of the house—oh, Nancy!
so slowly and unwillingly! It wasn’t a bit
like his step! I didn‘t stir to go to the win-
dow, where I had always stood every morn-
ing to kiss my hand to him when he went
down to the office. But I watched him from
away back in the room where he couldn’t see
me, and saw him go down the path and stop
under the honeysuckle at the gate to look up
at the/ window. 'When he didn’t see me his
face turned absolutely dark—the most awful
thing! and be rushed off down the street with
never a glance behind him. That was our
first parting! lVe parted under a thunder
cloud, Nancy! I have lived in the heart of
it ever since.
must have gone crazy, thinking and living it
all over I”
My sympathy quieted her somewhat, I
hope, but I am afraid the battered platitudes,
of which, as is the case with most younglings
of inexperience, I had great store, wrought
more soporifically. Pausing for breath and
a reply, at length, I discovered that she was
asleep. -
Chilled and chagrined, I laid her from my
arms upon her own pillow. Something slid
from her lax hand. It was her husband‘s
miniature, glass and setting warmed by her
passionate holding. I thrust it impatiently
under her pillow. The cut was not danger-
ous, I reflected, with judicial fatuousness,
when the patient could slumber under the
surgeon’s hands.
I was aroused in the morning by a shower of
kisses upon my lips and eyelids. In the slow
awakening from the slumbers of health and
youth, I dreamed that I was walking through
a vista of honeysuckles that bobbed dewily
against my face, and opened laughing eyes
upon Augusta’s countenance. She wore a
white gown, bound at the waist with a blue
sash, Frank’s favorite color; the honeysuckles
were in her belt; the breath and fragrance
and refreshment of the May morning were
about and in her. I had overslept myself by
a. matter of two hours, and breakfast was
ready. Augusta sat at the open window and
chatted wliile I dressed.
“I am quite another creature today,” she
said blithely. “You have wrought a won-
derful cure upon me, Dr. Nancy. I am go-
ing to follow your prescriptions, put useless
regrets behind me, and behave like a rational
Christian in future. I have been thinking,
too, over the possibilities of Frank’s getting
back on Friday, instead of Saturday. I_feel
almost sure that he will be here to-morrow.
This is Thursday, you know. I can imagine
how-he will thank you when he hears what
good advice you gave me.”
Could I remind her that she had dropped
asleep before I reached the “application” of
my homily? She was still chatting, when,
fully dressed, I joined her at the window and
put my arm about her, A white jasmine,
tacked along the window frame, cast grace-
ful streamers from one side to the other.
Smiling happily and roguishly, Augusta
pulled down a spray bearing as many five-
pointed flowers as leaves, coiled it rapidly
into a. wreath, and laid it on my head.
“And you shall wear a starry crown!” she
chanted, gayly. '
I think the gate latch clicked. I know we
both looked out at the same instant. "i
Frank Deane was just entering the yard.
Have I said that he was a handsome man?
-. I:.had~.almys: thought so,.butnev—er- believed
he could be so royally beautiful as now,
framed in the honeysuckled arch of the little
gateway. His face was alight with happi.
ness and love: his eyes eagerly sought the
window, and, as a low exclamation of rapture
escaped the figure beside me, he smiled, tossed
his hand into the air in glad greeting, and
bounded quickly up the walk. Augusta flew
into the hall to meet him. I, left alone for a
moment, saw him, I solemnly aver, as he set
his foot upon the lower step of the porch, the
flash of the May sunshine upon his blonde
head, uncovered in knightly reverence before
his wife.
Then, a wild shriek of terrified anguish
rang through every corner of the cottage. I
reached Augusta as she reeled back, fainting.
My arms—not- her husband’s—received her.
The porch was vacant; so were the path and
the trellised gateway. The radiant presence
that had glorified all three an instant before
had passed into thin air when the wife sought
to grasp it.
Frank Deane, as a few old Virginians still
living will remember, died suddenly—it was
said of heart disease—in Richmond, at the
very hour and minute in which we believed
that we saw him come in at the wicket gate.
Perhaps the Society of Psychical Research
may announce the existence and define the
operation of the law of mental influence
which enabled the released spirit to project a
simulacrum of his physical presence upon the
imagination of her who loved him passion-
ately, and longed inexpressibl y for the assur-
ance of his forgiving love.
“God let him come to lift the cloud,” the
widow said to her dying day.
We dare not step, even with unsandaled
feet, upon the sacred awfulness of that
ground. . ,
His love was so mighty that he made her
believe that she beheld him with her bodily
eyes, say psychical savans, reverent in faith
to what they cannot explain.
But what, then, was it that I sawi—Marion
Harland in New York Ledger.
Dress in the Reign of George I.
An admirable description of the been of
this period occurs in Colley Cibber’s comedy
of “The Careless Husband,” in which Lord
Morelove speaks of “one of my Lord Fopping-
ton’s gang—a pert coxcomb that’s just come
to a small estate and a great periwig—he
that sings himself among the women. What
do you call him? He won’t speak to a com-
moner when a. lord isin company—you al-
ways see him with a. cane dangling at his but-
ton, his breast open, no gloves, one eye tucked
under his hat, and a. toothpick.”
Contemporary advertisements will en-
lighten us on same of the characteristics of
the fine clothes in which our exquisites then
disported themselves, As, for instance,
“Stolen (etc.), a. new cinnamon colored cloth
coat, waistcoat and breeches, embroidered
with silver four or five inches deep down be-
fore, and on the sleeves .and around the
pocketholes and the pockets and knees of the
breeches. They are lined with a. sky blue
silk.” * * * "Taken from a gentleman’s
house (etc), a dove colored cloth suit em-
broidered with silver, ands. pair of silk stock-
ings of the same color; a. gray suit, with gold
. buttons and holes; a. silk drugget salmon col-
ored suit, lined with white silk; a silver bro-
cade waistcoat, trimmed with a knotted sil-
ver fringe and lined with white silk.” ,
The “drugget” here mentioned was a stuff
resembling bnize, was sometimes half wool
and half silk, but usually all wool. Gentle
men generally wore cloth, though camlet—
an expensive mixture of wool and silk—was
also worn. According to some etymologists
this was named from the river Camlet, in
Montgomeryshire,where, in this country, its
manufacture first began, while others derive
it from the camel’s hair with which it was
‘ originally woven. Sagathy, a kind of serge,
' 15 another fabric that was used for making
up the famous Drap du Barri and D’Oyley
suits-the last named after the once celebrat-
ed haberdasher, whose fame is wrapped up
With the dessert napkin-Jrhe Gentlemans
Magazme.
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HEALTH IN A CRASH TOWEL
HOW TO USE IT AND THE RESULTS
THAT MAY BE EXPECTED.
If a Man Can Afi‘ord but. One Device for a
Course of Athletic Training, He Had
Better Buy Towels—An Answer That
Will Apply Generally.
A reader of The Sun, who signs the name
Of “An Insurance Office Clerk,” writes to ask,
“what sort of a device a young man who can
afford but one” should buy “to improve him-
self in an athletic way.” This is a very im-
portant question, for the young man who
properly improves himself “in an athletic
way” is likely to add twenty years to his life.
To select a single device by which a young
man who must sit at a desk all day may im-
prove himself in an athletic way it is neces-
sary to keep in mind the insidious fee of all
athletic exercises—laziness. Once such a. de—
vice as this is found and its use begun, the
work of improvement is easily and comfort-
ably continued.
Such a device is found in the crash towel.
This is the judgment of athletes, prize fighters
and physicians, to whom a reporter talked on
the subject. If a young man can afford but
a. small sum of money for the purchase of an
athletic outfit, let him buy crash towels.
The expensive towels are really worth the
cost, if bought at a trustworthy store, but
one can make a very good beginning with a
two yard strip of twenty-fi‘Ve cent stuff.
now To USE IT.
To make this beginning, wait until ready
to go to bed. Having turned down the cov-
ers and made everything ready, strip stark
naked. In winter in a fireless boarding house
bedroom the air will make the young man
shiver, particularly if the window has been
open all day to purify the room. N o matter.
His back will itch a little, nevertheless. Grab
the towel by the ends, throw it over the back
and surge it to and fro. Comfort? Solid.
It will make the back warm instantly. Keep
it a—going, first over one shoulder and then
the other, and then rub the arms to the finger
tips with equal speed. Then attack the legs
and hump yourself over it. In a little more
time than it takes to tell how to do it the
young man will find his skin aglow and the
blood tingling in his veins.
Do not at the first trial keep at it until
tired, but do not let a hair’s breadth of the
skin escape a. keen rubbing. Afterward,
when used to it, rub longer. Then jump into
the night shirt and into bed. It is taken for
granted that every young man has a fresh
shirt to sleep in at night. No man who sleeps
in the clothes he has worn all day can live out
his natural time. ‘
In about two minutes after getting into bed
it will be observed that every square inch of
the body has become moist, that the towel
has set every pore perspiring. This is a most
cheering discovery. Ever since the young
man was a boy he has known that his skin
was simply a. net, it was full of holes, and
that these holes were the mouths of tiny
sewers. The dams in the mouths of these
sewers have been torn away by the crash
towel, and the pent up sewage is flowing out.
Sometimes these sewers are forced open by
doses ‘of quinine and other medicines. That
process is very like blow'ring open a city’s
sewers with dynamite—circumstances may
arise to make it necessary, but the crash
towel makes no singing in the ears.
After contented] y considering the benefits
of getting this stuff out of the body, let the
young men think over some other good
things that he did while using the towel.
Very likely he will "observe that certain mus-
cles of the arms are tired, and that he was
breathing lustily when he first got into bed.
The active use of, the towel made the lungs
pump the wind in and out briskly. He has
begun to improve his wind already. His
arms are tired because in dragging the towel
to and fro he used certain muscles which he
had not used before to any extent, and the
newuse of them necessarily develops them.
In rubbing the chest other muscles of the
arms were used, while the muscles of the '
back and chest are squeezed and rolled about
and the blood pressed through them by the
motion; so they are strengthened.
In rubbing the limbs the young man had to
stoop over and work himself up and down
like the handle of a farmhouse pump. If that
did not exercise and strengthen the muscles
of the back and abdomen, nothing will.
Further than that,when rubbing the feet and
toes it was necessary to stand on one foot.
This did more than exercise the limbs lightly.
It gave the brain a mighty good lesson in
balancing, and the brain of young men work-
ing ‘in offices cannot well be exercised too
much in that way.
OTHER THINGS TO DO.
In considering these matters the young
man has forgotten to worry about the cross
things the boss said during the day, and so,
no cares oppressing him, he goes to sleep in-
stead of tossing about. That, too, is delight-
ful and healthful. In fact, we find as we
follow the good influences resulting from the
use of this plain device that one benefit leads
to another and another, so that with such
simple exercises as may be taken without
any appliances the sallow, hollow chested,
fagged out, dyspeptic specimen of humanity
becomes a living proof of the sound old
adage that the glory of man is his strength.
This start on the road to improving him-
self in an athletic way was or should be made
at night, because the work of the day has
left the skin in such a condition that the use
of the towel is really a. luxury. No matter
how lazy a man may be; he is not likely to
omit an opportunity to‘ use a crash towel
thereafter. How long did he work with it?
Certainly two or three minutes, probably
five or six. Some men would use it ten.
But the one feeling to overcome when begin-
ning with the towel is impatience. Young
men are likely to be in too great a hurry
to get strong. The man in a. hurry goes
of! half cocked. He does not accomplish
anything. .
When a man who has used a crash towel
wakes up in the morning he may feel better
than usual or he may not. The chances are
that no great improvement will benoticed.
That is no cause whatever for disappoint-
ment. Give the crash towel time. To help
it, adopt the habit of leaving the windows
open to promote ventilation and add the
other habit of wearing a nightcap. With
the Windows open a man is‘practically out of
doors. Would he go out of doors without a
hat? Scarcely.
When morning comes and the young man
must get up, he wishes he was rich so that
he wouldn’t have to work. However, needs
must and out he gets. Strip, and for once
try a towel bath. Wash the face with the
hands, slashing the water up about the ears
and neck, and then plunge a. soft little towel,
the typical boarding house towel, into the
bowl, give it one good wring, open it out and
rub offiall the stuff that oozed from the pores
the night before, after the crash towel opened
them. Shiver? Certainly. Whoop it up
quickly but not hard, and thoroughly clean
the skin. Take a dry towel and wipethe skin
03 quickly, and then grasp the crash towel
as your best friend andr'ub as if yourlife ae~
pended on it. Life does depend on it. If the
human machine is to last out its full number;
of years. it must not be allowed to get clogged.
—New York Sun. :
P
taire diamond set into a hoop, not of gold,
but of wrought iron, following exactly the
model of the usual gold band.
wearing of an iron ring in some way brings
good fortune and health to its possessor, and
there are more people than one might imag-
ine who wear a ring of this kind because of
the little superstition.
benefit even of a superstitious whim which
they know to be nothing more than fancy. l
And superstitions about jewels and orna-
ments are so ancient that in many cases they
seem to have become an inherent property of
the jewel itself, like the flash of the diamond
and the dull gleam of color in the opal.”—-
New York Evening Sun.
gesticn called “a. cold in the head” there is
more potency in Ely’s cream balm than in
anything else it is possible to prescribe.
This preparation has for years past been
making a brilliant success as arcmcdy
for cold in the head, catarrh and hay
fever.
\V
‘: ter all other modes of treatment have
failed.
ment of
less, some dangerous to use.
Bitters contains nothing poisonous, and I
think it is the best blood purifier m min.
rheumatism and neuralgia at once.
25 cc s aiboltle.
physicians.
annual conv
nation of remedies, for. Headache,
more headaches, especuilly such as
A. Sensible ‘Man
Would use Kemp’s Baham for the throat
and lungs.
coughs, colds, asthma, bronchitis, croup
and all throat and lung troubles than any
other medicine.
thorized any druggist to give you a sam—
ple bottle free to convince you of the
merit of this great remedy. Large bottles
500. and $1.
It is curing more cases of
The proprietor has an-
The Iron Ring.
ABroadway jeweler has a magnificent soli-
“Thereis a superstition,” he said, “that the
People like to get the
For the cure of the inflamation and con-
Tscd in the initial stages stages or
hesc complaints Cream Balm prevents
by serious development of the symptoms,
liilc almost numbcrless cases are on
card of radical cures of chronic catm'rh,
Ex T‘ascinatlng'calling.
Almost every clerk in a mercantile house
aspires to the position of traveling salesman.
A boy admires the self complacence of a mer-
chant traveler, the style he puts on, the se-
ductive yarns he relates, of which he always
has a full store, and looks forward to a
time when he may be able to follow the same
avocation among the country merchants.
Many of them who admire the calling make
miserable failures of the business when they
have an opportunity to try it. Others suc-
ceed without apparent ‘cffort, and become
fascinated with the work. There are many
salesmen on the road who could earn larger
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Itwill drive the Humor from your
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Professor Smith, Analytical
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“fattening the Lalmnn'..-_._
One of the most interesting studies of the
habits of migratory fowl is the rare intelli-
gence which they show in guiding themselves
by prominent landmarks. An Englishman
who was shooting in Labrador some years
since recently. stated that while in camp at
the basic of a range of hills he does interested .
in observing the precision with which flocks
_ of wild geese changed their course when-di-
' rectly abreast of two promi'nences, conspicu-
At that point
ous objects in the landscape. ‘
At times '
they swerved from west to south.
the old ganders, leading flocks of young birds, , X
were greatly troubled in enforcing their or- '
ders for a shift of route—Exchange.
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Ribbons, Feathers, FOB
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ELIZABETH, N. J., J une 28th, 1889. 5
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