2 1890. NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 26. WHENCE? AND WHITHER? A little crib. A tiny babe. A’mother‘s lullaby. Agracious ray of Sunshine from a bright, un- clouded sky. Abreath of light and hope, a prayer loveliness. A cherished Dropped down into the present from that strange, ‘ mysterious where? A cold white stone. A little mound. A mother's grief and tears. A shadow reaching out across the sunshine of the ' \ars. A voige unanswered evermore, an echo of despair. Gone from the living present to that strange, mys- rious where? BIG SIS MIDDLETON. The other night I went to bed feeling rather unwell. My doctor had given me a whole lot of little papers with a modicum of White powders in- closed in every one, and had kindly instructed me to swallow one of these delectable potions, in water. every three hours. If he had said in a glass of beer the task would have been easier, or even if he had pre scribed a nice little milk teddy; but he is a strange man, this doctor is, and he simply said water—plain, Old fashioned water. I had taken those powders all the evening, and I felt drowsy. Just as I was getting into a good doze there was a knock at the door, and when I went out to see. what was wanted the office boy handed me a note, instructing me to take the next train for south Georgia. The command was imperative, as newspa- per commands usually are, and in fifteen minutes I had my grip packed, and was on my way to the depot. The train was on time, and I didn’t have time to get a nip before I was aboard and on the way to my destination. It was a long, weary ride, and I went to sleep 011 a car seat and slept until the brake- man howled out “Doodleville,” and I opened my eyes to find it broad daylight, and I in the heart of the dear old piney woods. The first thing that struck me was the scent of the smoke of the burning log heaps. and the chirp of the birds, and the sight of the dogwood blossoms, and I just felt too jolly for anything. I got off the train and stared around at the old familiar landmarks and tried to remem- ber for what they had sent me south. Sud- denly it occurred to me that in my bewilder- ment I had got oil" at the wrong station, and I turned around only to see the train rattling away in the distance. “\Vi:cu will the next train pass?’ I asked the station master, who was eyeing inc curl- Ousl y. “Going up 3" O “NO, v . gdoun?” "ll'h, “Dad burn it, don‘t ask me why. I‘m in a hurry." "S'pus‘n you aire. \\'on‘i do no good.” _ “When will the next down train pass, please?" “Freight I" “No, passenger, yon—beg pardon. but I've got Off at the wrong place.” “You have, eh? Don’t this town suit you? If it don’t, thar’s the road.” “Oh, the town’s all right, but I had im— portant business further down the road." “\"i'cll, thar’s the (‘5‘ .sstie's.” "I know, but VVhUi. "iii the next train pass—passenger train, I meaingoing down?” "Wliyn’t you ax me that at fast?" ‘ Yell, it‘s my fault. \Vill you tell me now 6" "Well, I don’t mind if I do. If it‘s on time, it will be just this hour io—morrmv. What ' time yougotf” “Half-push} by my watch,” I answered. “Do you want to trade that ere turnip 5” "No, I don‘t care to trade.” “Seems to me I ought to know you. I‘ve seen you som‘crs, in spite o’ them clothes.” “thy, Dink 'Watson, as sure as I’m alive!” I'exclaimcd. as I gave the fellow a clearer scrutiny. “That’s 1110, old hoss. long?" ‘ “Oh, knocking around. Say, how‘s all the folks that we used to know?” “All ’bout the same. Big log rollin’ an‘ frolic over to 01" man Dempsey Middleton's today. That is, the f'rolic’s to-night.” “Is that so?” “Shore to be so. You used to be soft on Big Sis, didn’t you?” “Yes, how is she? Married, I guess.” “No, she haint, nothcr. Fat an’ sassy as ever, ai’ jest “bout as spry. Looks as young and dances as good as she al‘us did.” “Ii-Yell, I'll be hanged if that isn’t good news." “l's'nzztcr go to the frolic? You usctcr to be a [Leliacious sort of a feller for frolickin". Ricollcct them days when you usctcr ‘walk jawbone’ with the Johnson galsl” “Oh, hush, Dink; you remind me of old times.” “How’d you like to takein the frolic? Can‘t git away I’m here nohow till this time to- morrer, less’n you walk. I’m agwine, and ef you wanter go I’ll berry Nathc Mixon’s buggy an' wc‘ll hitch pap’s crctur to it and jest go asailin’.” “Dogged if I don’t go, for a little while, anyhow.” “All right. I’ll be ready in a jiffy.” IVhile Dink was gone for the turnout I sat down on a stump and indulged in some queer reminiscences. light around this locality, in years gone by, I spent some wild and reckless days. Big Sis Middleton was one of my favorites. She weighed 165 pounds, was as plump as a gosling, and dance, Great Caesar! True, when she had on her low quartered shoes, her feet looked like a funeral proces- sion, but I didn’t care a cuss for that. She could sling those feet around in a way that would make the German trotters \vqpp. I got so absorbed until I began whistling “Chicken in the Bread Tray,” and Dink had to yell: at me two or three times before I heardhim. Soon as we got away from the little clear- ing around the station everything began to look familiar. There were the long avenues of pines,carpeted with the dull, gray wire grass; the glimpses of old, broom sedge fields, and now and then a log farm house, with the well sweep and the martin gourds—and all just as I left it. Oh, golly! Happy? Why, I forgot that there was such a thing asa newspaper on earth. Brick walls and stony streets faded from my mental vision, and the jingle of the bell on the brindled cow took the place of the engine bells. The drive was very pleasant. The old mare went blundering along, and the rickety buggy rocked from side to side, like a ship at sea, over the roots and through the mud wal— lows; and all the old familiar signs and scenes of my boyhood home in the wildwood. Dink recounted to me the family histories of every family in the district, told me who had died, who had married, how many chil- dren they had, who had moved away, and where they had gone to and— “What in the dingnation. did you wanter leave'here furl. ”Don’t you know this is the gyatden spot of the yearth ?” “I don’t know, Dink; it is a. good country. and it'is going to improve.” ' “Don good ’nough as it is. That c1188! railroad—if I do work fur iii—kill one o’ papa’s likelies't yearlins, ’tether day. I The dadblasted thing, but he’ll git damages, reg- W‘har you hen so :iol‘tcl‘ l . Lemme see who” on.” said the farmer. “1111‘. Jersey cow damages, Shore’s you're “Dink, I couldn’t make a‘livin‘g here.” 'f :ffMakeitbe nationl'_ ;'_What’d’you want with any better’n v'v'e' gOt'? "'Why,‘ you never set down to a better supper than we’ll git at Old Man Dempsey’s, and gals, phew-ew-ew?” “Girls don’t help a fellow to make a living, Dink.” - “What’s . the difference ef they don’t? Hain’t Sue ’bout all that’s worth livin’ fur? Gimme plenty 0’ good terbacker and licker fur Chris’mas,.an’ .plenty 0’ party gals; an’ durn the expenses!” About this time we drove up to the gate, and in less time than it takes to tell it, the Old Man Middleton, and the Old Lady Mid- dleton, and Old Aunt Sukey Middleton, and Old Graun y Middleton, and a half dozen other Middletons, had held of me. You never saw such a time. The old man offered me a chew of tobacco, the old lady hustled me into the back room and pulled out a brown jug of corn liquor from under the bed, and, with many a wink and meaning smile, told me to drink hearty, for that was some she was saving to make campher with. - As soon as I could go back, I began to look for Sis, but I didn’t have long to wait. “Why, you’re a stranger .in these parts,” said she, shaking both my hands, “you gwine to be at the frolic?” “Yes, and I’m going to dance with you.” “It’s a go, and here’s your mule, my honey.” “How long till supper, Sis?” “Oh, I’ll have it ready in three jerks of a sheep’s tail. Lemme go, now.” . “Ain’t you going to give a fellow a kiss?” “If it ain’t wo’th axin’ fur, it ain’t wo’th havin’.” “Then I won’t ask,” and I suited the action to the word. I had to tell the old man and the Old lady and all the neighbors the history of my life during the last few years. “And hain’t you married?” asked Old Mrs. Iiddleton. “Ahem! “'cll, yes, you know I have been married a good while, but you musn’t tell the girls.” “ll'hy, shure ’nough, you are merricd. “ll"hy, mammy, don’t you recollect that gal That cut me out?” said Sis, who had slipped up in hearing distance. “I’ll have another kiss for that,” said I, making the best of a bad job. “ll'cll, hoss, you won’t as easy as you might think. You can’t play off asa single feller with us. “'0 all know you.” “Ci-o on an’ 1‘}: that supper, Sis. Name 0’ common sense. You’ve got the man beside himself. I want to chat with ’im some. I’ve knowcd his daddy aforo ’in fur forty years. Uscter spark me, in my younger days; that’s what makes this boy seem like home folks.77 I thanked her from my heart for that, and II was soon Cll"’(l°‘f)fl in retailing an illustrated I) D history of myself, with notes and comments, to the contented listener. The twilight had deepened into dark when Sis yelled: ".‘Supper’s ready, folkscs I" The long tables were erected in the sandy yard, and were loaded with homely good things of innumerable variety. If you doubt the power of the hog to manipulate himself, you go down to that land of “hog and hem- iny,” and investigate for yourself. Ham, jowl and peas, hoghead cheese, souse meat, hog feet, cliitlings, sausages, liver pud- dings, blOOd puddings, spare ribs, back bones, crackling bread—but why go on? I ate like a famished wolf. It was the first meal of the kind I had had in a dozen years, and I made up for lost time. I gobbled down porcine delicacies that would make me weak with dyspepsia to even think of here in town. But after awhile we got through, and by that time the sets were forming for a break- down iu the big room of the house, which had been cleared of everything but a few chairs up close to the fireplace, where the old folks could sit and look on and enjoy the fun. “Partners on the floor 1” bellowed Dink, and old Nick “'atson began to tune his fiddle. “Come on, Sis,” I said, and we took our places. “First four forward!” Old Nick struck up “Happy Tim in Geor- gy,” and at it we went. Jerusalem! \Ve came down to it in regu- lar old time style. I felt my joints grew limber and my feet grew lighter at every jump. “Right an’ lef’ tharl” Here we went, “trippity, trippity, trippity, trip,” and every time I caught Sis by the hand I squeezed it with all my might. “Hands all round to the right!” “' ‘rippity, trippity, trippity”—-— “All promenade l" lVifh a hop anda skip and a jump we went, while Old "Nick began to sing to his fiddle: “Reelin’ an errockin’, An‘ I’m boun’ to go; Reelin‘ an’ crrockin‘, An’ I’m boun’ to go. _ Oh, ladies, fare you welli “Swing and change!” My head grew dizzy, and as I swung Big Sis I reached my arm as far around her waist as I could reach, and I yelled: “Bring me a piece Of chalk!” “Turn your corner!” “Swing your partner!” “Bring me that chalk-l" I cried. “\Vhat fur?” yelled Old Dady Middleton, from the corner. . “So I can keep count.' I‘ve hugged Big Sis half way ’round; new I want to make a mark so I can go ’round and hug the other”— Smack! - I felt a stinging blow on my check. “What do you mean?" I asked, opening my eyes. “Who are you hugging? Who’s Big Sis?” Great Scott! It was my good and faithful wife! I had been asleep all the time, and the whole business was a dream. “tho’s Big Sis, I say?” The next time that doctor gives me any of these frisky white powders I’m going to en- gage a room at some hotel, and lock myself in. The blamed things fixed me up the jolliest dream, and then got me into a scrape. Dogon such physicl—Montgomery M. Fol- som in Atlanta Constitution. He Knew the Fact. A small boy had a dog that was rough, as most small boys’ dogs are, and a young girl who lived next door had a kitten, sly as all cats are. One day the small boy came non- chalantly into the girl’s presence, and, after some desultery conversation, he said: “You know my dog Barca. and your cat Darling?” ‘fY es- 7’ “Well, my dog had a piece of meat, and he thought your cat was going to take it away from him.” “Thought!” exclaimed the wise little girl. “What makes you say that the dog thought? You know dogs don’t think—they instinct.” “Well,” said the boy, “I don’t care whether he thought it or whether he instincted it, but, anyhow, he killed your cat1”——Boston Tran- script. “Can't you give a poor fellow a lift?” asked the tramp. “Not very well; I’ve only got my slippers “But if a little push, which is always good in this world, will help you, there it is.” ’And he shoved him out into the night—Harper’s Bazar. l : at that day plied the river on their up trip . LIFE: ON THE BIG 'SANDY.’ THE WILD ONES WHO HELD FORTH THERE FIFTY YEARS AGO. Raftsmen \Vould Seize a Steamer and Turn Things Loose—The “Big Sandy-Dollar” and the Ethics Which Protected the Counterfeiters. The mountaineers who live along the Big Sandy river, which forms the dividing line between West Virginia and Kentucky, and their neighbors of northeastern Kentucky, who have been so prominent for many years in feuds, vendettas and bloody battles. are most peculiar people, with a history running back into the ’305, ’40s and ’505 and genera- tions preceding, which, if published, would throw into the shade the best efiorts of the Texas frontier in the days of its greatest no- toriety. .The Big Sandians proper, the men who compoqe the corps Of the Hatfields and McCoys, owo their peculiar characteristics, their vengeful disposition and their un- daunted bravery to an ancestry dating back to the time when the foothills of the Cum- ‘ berland mountains and streams and valleys tributary to the Sandy were first settled by a race of intrepid Indian hunters and trap- pers, followers of Boone, Kenton, Arbuckle and other leading spirits. Many of these men married Indian squaws captured in raids, or purchased from the dif- ferent warlike tribes which then inhabited this region, and the blood of these feminine branches of the kingliest Indians (for tradi- tion and documents still in existence show that the white hunter of that day was still something of an aristocrat, and seldom con— descended to mate wit-11 commoner members of the tribes) is at this late day plainly ap- parent in the tall, straight forms, the keen eyes and long, black hair of many Of the older families. To this fact is also attributed many of the peculiarities of temperament and disposition so anomalous in this age of intelligence. Around these people, as a nu- cleus, back in the ’30s and ’40s of the present generation, all the wild spirits of this part of the country, who were either driven from the large centers of the population by vio- lence of some statute or by choice, seem to have been attracted by some occult magnet- ism until the Big Sandy country became known throughout the country as the home and hiding place of hundreds of the wildest characters. urxxixo Tu: BOAT. The Big Sandy raftsmcn became known throughout the country as the wildest, most dangerous classof men on the Ohio river. Their carouscs, their love of lighting or any— thing which partook of desperation and devil- ' try is still a familiar theme from Pittsburg to Cincinnati. Hundreds of stories of their dare devil scrapes are still told along the river, and it was not an uncommon thing when several hundred of them had sold their timber, which they had floated down to Cin- cinnati in immense rafts and Ileets, for them , , no, thou goest toliv , to get on board one of the largestboats which and take 1hc captain, pilots. engineers and other oiliccrs prisoners and run the boat to suit themselves. On such occasions a steam- boat would become a pandemonimn, with several hundred gigantic devils whooping, yelling, spitting tobacco juice against the bulkheads, mirrors or furniture, while others disported themselves with cards and .played “old sledge” or “stud horse policy-’fluutil one or other participant got up dead broke or the affair ended in a general fight. Upon the hurricane deck some leading spirit would stand in command of the vessel while another covered the pilot with a pistol or rifle and compelled him to steer the craft subject to the whim of the biggest devil, who was in command. Below one or two sat around in the engine room and “persuaded” the engineer and stokers into submission. On these occasions the amount of steam was most frequently controlled only by the capacity of the boilers, as the boat fairly flew through the water. Every other craft in the legiti- mate trade gave the “pirate” as wide a berth as possible, running into the bank if neces- sary to get out of the way. W'hen a town or landing was approached the bell was kept clanging as fast as stalwart arms could pull the rope, while the whistle was blown loud and long enough to awaken the seven sleep- ers. Kr The citizens of the towns seemed to know by intuition that the raftsmen had taken pos- gsession of a boat long before she came in sight and crowds of them would congregate along the bank to witness the strange scene. There was no use to resist, as steamboatmen soon learned, and the only way to save the beat and property was to effect some sort of compromise, which generally ended in the daredevils running the steamer half a day or such a matter, when they turned her over to the proper owners. Although these men were known to be dare- devils and fond of a fight or anything which partook of excitement, they were not all bad by any means. Still as the Big Sandy coun- try was known to be the hiding place of hun- dreds of desperadoes, it got a widespread no- toriety. ' THE “BIG SANDY DOLLAR.” Along in the ’40s and ’50s the country for hundreds of miles above and below was filled with counterfeits, principally silver dollars. The government of the United States sent out a number of its best detectives, and after a long time they located their manufacture at Sandy, but the manufacture was not sup- pressed until a long time after everybody knew as well as the officers themselves that the counterfeit was manufactured somewhere up the stream. The “Big Sandy dollar,” as the counterfeit was denominated, was as common as its more legitimate brother from the mint at W'ashington 01' New Orleans along the Ohio valley, and it was claimed openly, and, I believe, frequently admitted to this day by the older people, that the “Big Sandy dollar” contained as much silver and and was as handsome a piece of money as the genuine. Even long after the discovery of the coni- ackers’ den in the mountain the bogus dollar remained in circulation. To account for this the writer has been often told that the coun- terfeiters had discovered a vein or mine of silver in the mountain and that they were “using pure silver and more of it” than was contained in the genuine. Be that as it may, the tradition still exists that a. silver mine existed and was long worked at some point on the Sandy. I believe none of the counterfeiters were ever arrested, and the reason given is that there was a code of ethics among the inhab- itants which granted every one the privilege of using his raw material as he saw fit.- Chicago Times Parkersburg (W. Va.) Letter. Death Traps to Engine Drivers. Note is being taken of the fact that while fast express trains are most accommodat- ing and serviceable to the passenger in a hurry to be at the end of - his jour- ney, they are ruthlem death traps to engine drivers, unless there be sufficient covered pro- tection. Every engine dri war and stoker on an express train, if unprotected, has the wind rushing past him at the rate of from forty to sixty miles an hour—a force sufficient to flex 6 moderate surface of ‘iron' plating an eighth of an inch thick-New York Telegram. the Seine. -—Pall Mall Gazette. The Short -Welg_l_xt Man. i , I was readingin the . papers the other day i that the “short weight" man. had been arrest- ed and held to bail in Chicago on a . .., 0 ref swindling. It’ was all'ef nine years mt- I saw him play his game in Toledo, and he has not only been at it ever since, but must have laid away a snug little sum of money. I , was in a large retail grocery house one day whentheman came in, briskly inquired for the proprietor, and said: ,_ _, . , “In connection with the government efiort to shut out all adulterated goods we are com- piling tables to show that 90 per cent. of re- tail buyers are defrauded in weight. These tables are classified by states, counties and cities, and I respectfully request the privi- lege of examining your scales.” = - EXtract 6' “But they have been tested by the city seal- I er,” protested the merchant. “Then so much the better,” replied the stranger, as he took several weights, each of which was stamped “U. S.,” from his satchel. “But—~I—I—come in later when I am at liberty. I want to understand this matter more thoroughly.” “Oh, certainly,” and the man replaced his weights and bowed himself out, to return at another hour and “arrange matters in a sat- isfactory manner.” ' I met him fifty times in three years, and up to that date no one had questioned his identity as a government agent, while he had “fixed matters” with hundreds of men whose scales had been found short. It was in De Witt, 1a., that I saw him last. He entered a grocery there, tested a scale Without having said a word, and then explained his mission to the proprietor. “Is my scale short?” inquired the grocer. “Two ounces to the pound, sir.” “And for seven years I have been giving customers only fourteen ounces to the pound?” “Exactly.” “W'ell, durn my hide. I’ve dropped $300 a year right along even while doing that, and this satisfies me that I had better go back to my old trade, which was prize fight- ing! Now is a good time to begin.” . And he hauled off and knocked the agent clean over a broom rack and under the stove, and then lifted him up and booted him into the street—New York Sun. Death as Compensation. The more intimately I enter into commun- ion with niyself-the more I consult my own intelligence-~the more legibly do I find writ- ten in my soul these words, Be just and thou shalt be happy. But let us not base our ex— pectations upon the present state of things. The wicked prosper and the just remain op- "pressed. At this conscience takes umbrage, and murmurs against its author; it murmurs, “Thou hast deceived me!” tho has pro- claimed this to thee? Is thy soul annihilated? Hast thou ceased to exist? 0 Brutus! O my son! Soil not thy noble life by turning thine own hand against it. Leave not thy hope and thy glory with thy mortal bod y en the field of Philippi! “'hy dost thou say virtue is nothing, when thou gocst to enjoy the price of thine? Thou gocst to die, thou thinkcst; and it is then that I shall fulfill all. One would say, from the murmurs of im— patient mortals, that Ged ought to requite their virtue in advrncc. Oh! let us first be good and afterward we shall be happy. Let us not exact the prize before the victory, nor the wages before the labor. It is not on the course, says Plutarch, that the conquerors in our games are crowned; it is after they have gone over it. If the soul is immaterial it can survive the body; and, in that survival, providence is justified. Though I were to have no other proof of the immateriality of. the soul than the triumph of the wicked and the oppression of the just in this world, that spectacle alone would prevent my doubting the reality of the life after death. So shocking a dissonance in this universal harmony would make me seek to explain it. I should say: “All does not finish for me with this mortal life; what succeeds shall make concord of what went before. ”—Rousseau. Shaking Hands with a Lion. An English writer tells how he shook hands with a lion when he was a. boy: The menagerie was especially famous for its liens. They were indeed noble beasts, but crowded together in traveling vans, where their discomfort was not likely to improve their tempers. All round the vans ran a. rope chain to keep everybody at a reasonable dis- tance from the claws and beaks of the wild inmates. I managed to smuggle myself un— der this rope undetected by the keepers. A magnificent old lion lay stretched at full length, with one paw outside his den. A sud- den thought struck me that it would be a fine thing to shake hands with that lion. It was by no means the sort of thing to be done every day. It would place me in a proud position among the boys of the town. In a moment I laid my hand on the top of the outstretched paw. It was smooth and somewhat velvety, and the lion lay perfectly still, appearing not to mind me in the least. It is not unlikely that I might have gone on to complete the operation of handshaking, but all at once I felt the cut of a whip across my face. I started back with the pain and looked round. At that instant the keeper came up and spoke to me very civilly. He was very sorry to have hurt me, he said, but in all probability the lion would have tern my hand off, and this washis only way of making me start back. I did not feel so grateful to the man at that moment as I have done ever since—Phila- delphia Times. ' ' DIurdered His Friend in a Dream. A curious theory of murder has prevailed with the governor of Kentucky in obtaining 'the pardon of W. B. Tompkins, sentenced to prison for life in 1887 for the murder of Sam- uel Purdy. The two men were warm friends and had roomed together for several years. Cries were heard from their bedroom one night, and Tompkins was found standing in middle of the room gasping for breath, while Purdy lay murdered on the bed. Tompkins gasped: “He’s gone out the door,” but the door was closed and no trace of any one was discovered. In a corner of the room was a poker covered with blood and hair. Accord- ing to Tompkins he had been aroused by some one striking across him at Purdy, who lay at the back side of the bed, and had seized the assailant, who had broken away. Purdy’s money, $300, was untouched, and Tompkins vehemently protested his innocence to the last. The prosecuting attorney and the judge who had tried the case now believe that he killed his friend in a dream. and upon this novel theory he has been released—Chicago Herald. , Monte Cristo’s New Owner. The Italian millionaire, the Marchese Carlo Guigononi, has bought the world famed little Mediterranean island of Monte Cristo. It is said that he is going to try to reconstruct the scene of old Alexandre Dumas’ great novel and to evolve the treasure chambers dismv- ered by the Marseilles fisherman, who after-' ward blossomed out through their agency into the Count of Monte Cristo. Alexandre Dumas named his pretty villa near Paris Monte Cristo, and it is to this day one of the sights pointed out to the stranger driving to Saint Germain along the woeded banks of I l ‘ ical advice. A2 . r‘. I. 3:4 (seigel’s Syrup) G. U R E s . Dyspepsia. ADAMS EXPRESS COMPANY. Mr.-W. H. Hall. 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No I II I S. asimple remedy FREE by addressing u e, no salve, no su 'tc . g erere will learn of) p051 ry Tums a 00., 78 Nassau Street, New York City- A LL DRUGGIS’I‘S. ly44 i an is h? 32-" 'i 2 ‘es 3* L C. 53,. :x and Permanently Cured by the 7:1: of that well-known Remedy, 5 Balsam of Wild Cherry, which ctrrcs Coughs, Bronchitis, Croup, Elfhooping Cough, Influenza, Asthma, Ilearscness, Sore Throat, Pains s in the Chest, Side and Back, the Lungs, 31c. 50 C15. and $31 ’z‘cparcd Seth \‘7. Fowlc S: :1. Fold my all Dmggists. MIDDLESEX BANKING (10.. OF MIDDLETOWN, CONN. Chartered in 1872, Under. the Banking laws of Connecticut. CASH CAPITAL, $600,000. SURPLUS, 25,000. 6 per cent. Investment Bpnds at par and accrued interest. At Ihelast Session or the Legislature these Bends were made a legalinvesunent ior funds held by Executors, administrators and Trustees. R. B. CRAUFURD, Agt.. ROOM 2, MASONIO BUILDING, NORWALK; F. KOCOUR. Merchant 'l‘AllAIli, Is ready to show the Flnest and Largest Stock of FALL AND WINTER GflllllS which he will make up in the BEST OF STYLE ' atthe -- LOWEST PRICES. SATISFACTION -.x . r 1v .1 ye“ u "i a i) ‘A GUARANTEED. 13 and 15 Main Street. a. eusowszx, MERCHANT TAILOR, Is ready to show the Finest Stock of GLOTHS,GASSMRES AND OVEBGOATINGS And a great variety of Fancy Pants Patterns. E. GUSOWSKI, 2 0431mm! WALL AND WATER STREETS. m Tons of Hay and, Straw. “ Highest Casi Price Pail. Filll SA [E l Grain. Flour, Feed. Small Stove Goal. Peat Moss Stable Bedding. Drain Pipe, Fire Brick, Hi S 6m, 8w. outh Norwalk. ' Br Opera Toes, Opera Tees and Common Sense Heels. Also, the Common Sense Style Made of very nice French Dengola, and one of the Finest Fitting Shoes we ever handled at any price. From over 20.001: pair sold by the manufacturer, only one pair has been re- turned from any cause. LOOK AT THEM. A. H. HOYT & SON, 37 WALL ST., NORWALK. New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad. DECEMBER 22d, 1889. NEW YORK DIVISION. Trains leave South Nerwalk as follows :— For New York—Accommodation trains at 6.55, 8.30, 9.36, a. m., .2 (2.54, 5.05, to Stamford only)6.46, 8.11, 10.23, p. m. Ex- press trains at 5.16 (except Mondays), 5.46, 6.12,(lo¢al), 7.23 (local), 7.56 (local) _S.26 (local) 9.03 (Springfield local), 10.11, 11.37 a. m.; 12.59 (Springfieldlocal),4.20, 5.20, 6.20, 7.51, (daily ,ex- cept Sunrlay)p. m. For New Haven and the Each—Accommo- dation trains at 6.31,7.38.8.50, 10.40 a. m., 1.42, 4.22,5.13,6.‘23 and 7.23, to Bridgeport, 8.41, 9.41, 11.07 p. m. Express trains at 9.16, a. m.: 12.09, 1.07 (local), 3.08,4.11(llousatonic Express) 5.09 (Naugatuck Express) 7.15, (Springfield local), 1.13 a. 111. (Boston express). Sundays.—Accommodafion 7.38, 9.12 a. m., and 6.48 p. in. Express, 1.13 a. m. 0. M. SHEPARD, Gen. Supt | C. '1‘. HEMPSTEAD. Gen. Pass. Agt. HOUSATONIC RAILROAD. Danbm'z/ and Norwalk Division. CORRECTED TO JAN. 1211!, 1890. PASSENGER TRAINS SOUTH. Lv. Norwalk. Lv .80. Norwalk,Ar. Wilson Poln 602a.m. 610mm. 7 32 a. m. 7 56 “ 03 ‘- b‘ 17 “ 827 “ 8 35 “ 10 03 “ l013 “ 10 20 “ 1250p. [11. 100 p.m. 107p. m. 4 02 “ 4 l “ 4 20 “ 5 59 “ Mixed 6 20 “ de. 6 30 “ Mixed 7 54 T 59 “ S 10 “ 947 “ 10 30 “ 1040 “ NOB'I'I—I. Lv.Wi-son Point Lv.So. Norwalk, Ar. Norwalk 9.. m. . a. In. 6 25 “ 6 35 " 6 41 “ 8 45 " 913 “ 9 23 “ 12 0‘. “ 12 I3 “‘ I218 “ l150p.m. 310 p.m. 316p.m. 4 30 h 5 12 u 517 65 6 45 “ 6 55 “ . . . 6 05 “ 6 26 " 6 33 “ IO 10 “ 10 25 “ 10 32 “ W. 11. STEVENSON, Vice-Pres. and Gen’l Manager F. C. PAYNE. Superintendent. A. W. Psmux, General Passenger Agent. THE OLD AERELIABLE DAILY Fjllllllfll LINE. ’ Nurwalklllew York. On and after Monday, Sept. 23d. (until furthe notice) THE PROPELLERS 1 v tity of N orwalk and Eagle Will make daily trips, Sundays excepted, for freight between New York. Norwalk and South Norwalk. Will leave Her 23, foot of Beekman St. New York, every evening, except Saturdays, at 5 o’clock, and on Saturdays at 2 p. m. Returning boat leaves Norwalk at [5 lp. m., and So. Norwalk at 6;30 p. m. I Freight received from 7 a. m. to 5 p. m. Freight taken from and received for all points on the Dublin and Norwalk and. Shepaug Ball- roads at Great y Reduced Bates. U on applic ion to Agents the City of Norwalk an Eagle wil be sent for special lots of freight anywhere in ew York or its vicinity. "111 De ens are forbid trusting any of the employees the boats of this line on'account ot the owne hereof, -=- - ,
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