.- “Mn...” .........- TWILIGHT. 115w like some deft magician. thou, that o’er The weary day dost pom thy wondrous spell, Till, charmed, her bright eyes close. and sea and shore, Beneath thy potency, rest sweet and well. Now, dimly seen, a silver scimitar, To guard our eve-hung tent. some angel holds In yonder occident, while star by star _ The royal night from out her cloak unfolds. Feel I thy witchery; and, o’er me sweeps The calm of closed lids and far prayer bell; 'While memory‘s mantle. whose dear starlight keeps My heart enchanted, folds me sweet and well. —Ricarc Lane in New Orleans Times-Democrat. A PERFECT PLOT. "You’re rather late, Stephen,” said Mrs. Mostyn as her husband came into the dining room one day just as she had finished break— fast, “and I cannot stay with you, as I have to go out.” “Go out! Why, you said last night you were going to finish that china. painting this morning, though I really don’t know why you should work so hard. We are not in ab- solute penury." . “No; but it is pleasant making money in a way one likes. Besides, there will be some to give away when we find we have too much ourselves. And how is your trade go- ing on ?” ' “To tell the truth. not brilliantly. In fact, I am rather hung up for want of a plot.” “A plot?” "Yes; it. is ridiculous. I havea short story to write this week, and, though I have rather a neat set of characters and small incidents ready, if you understand, a main idea is wanting.” “Dear me, that is unfortunate. Why don’t you go out for a walk, or for half an hour in the underground, or to the city on a ’bus, and find one?” “My dear Millicent, what nonsense you talk. As if I were the least likely to find my ideal plot that wayl No; I must try and worry it out myself somehow.” “Well, I must be off. Good-by, Stephen; take my advice-go and look for your ideal in the real of life. I am sure you can find it there.” After his wife had gone Stephen Mostyn ate his breakfast and then sat musing a little, after which, springing out of his chair, he said :. “I never felt less inclined to write in my life! Really, I have a good mind to follow Millicent’s advice and go out.” In a few minutes he was standing on the doorstep, deciding upon his next move. “What a beastly fog! I certainly shan’t lose much under ground, so here goes for the Metropolitan railway.” “Where for?” said the clerk sharply, as Stephen stood vaguely in front of the ticket office. “Oh, W hitechapel. I should think that leaves room for discovery.” he thought to himself. “What class?” “Third—better do it thoroughly. Now, then, for a trial trip between Kensington and the Mile End road, to test Millicent’s theory.” A small boy with a large, heavy parcel got into the carriage with him, and spent some moments in vainly tr ying to secure his bur- den more firmly, by mLLlLiS of a knotty bit of string that crossed it here and there in pur- poseless festoons. Mr. Mostyn lending his help, between them they made rather a neat thing of it. “Adventure the first; ended, I fear,” said Stephen to himself. “I really can‘t ask him how old he is and where he lives, and if he thinks it healthy.” “Temple!” Out tumbled the parcel and the boy, and in walked an elderly young woman with a fringe and an American cloth handbag. She sat down opposite to Mr. Mostyn, put both her hands to her head as if to make certain it was still in its place, opened her bag and realizing that she had not lost her ticket, looked at the window and sighed. “Not exactly ideal, but scarcely real,” thought Stephen. “Do you feel the draught from the window?” he asked. “No, I don’t, thank you," with a well or- ranged look of spiteful timidity, and chang- ' ing her seat to one at the other end of the carriage. ' “Is this a beginning?” thought Stephen. “Now I should like to ask her if she thinks my life for thirty-five years has been work- ing up to the climax of meeting her, veiled in golden fog, in a third class Metropolitan railway carriage? I wonder if it’s any good going on with this incident? Madam”— “Sir, I think this is Blackfriars Station!" she said, whisking her head round as she spoke, the end of her nose depriving the glass of a very fine smut at the same time. "It is not my business to tell her that she is now still more attractive than when she got in,” thought Stephen; “she would proba- bly give me into custody if I did—Black- friarsl yes, it is. Do you get out here?” “Yes,”.plunging at the door as she spoke. “Ah,” he said, turning the handle for her, “I don’t.” There entered, before be shut the door, a small woman, holding in one arm a tiny bun- dle of a baby, and pushing before her a little boy. She sat down, the baby keeping its po- sition in the sling formed by its mother’s arm, the boy holding close to her, pulling at her shawl, and continually asking her in an un- intelligible mutter for something that she either had not got or didn’t mean to part with. Her bonnet was slipping off her dull, untidy hair; her face was white, with tired, lusterless eyes, pink, pinched little nose and discontented mouth. The poor little apology for a baby might have hung round her neck by a ribbon, and the other child was small and sickly. A shrunken, depressing little oup. . Just as Stephen Mostyn was beginning to weave round in his mind a pathetic, ten- der fancy, the small boy becoming more than usually importunate, his mother said, with no flicker of change in the expression of her face, but with a voice whose rough grat- ing easily overpowered the noise of the train: “Jest you stop a worritin’. Tommy, else I’ll tell yer bloomin’ dad when we git- ’ome—see if I don’t.” Stephen shut his eyes, and only opened them as the little family bundled out two stations further on. “The Monument!” “Mark lane!” ther passengers invaded his carriage. “I can’t stand this any longer, and the con- densed fog chokes one. I shall get out at the next station and go back.” “Aldgate!” Out he jumped and crossed to the return platform, literally feeling. his way. The un- derground station at Aldgate is often quite dark in the middle of summer, and on this day'the fog was dense. He found his way to aseat and (so thick was the darkness) did not discover, till he had' taken his place at the endof it, that there were two other people nearhim. One of them, a man, was speak- ing in a disagreeable, querulous voice. “I’m sure it’s not my fault if I get nothing to do. I am always trying to find some- thing.” “Yes; in other people’spocket’s,” answered a woman’s voice. “You want the wage, not the work.” . “Good heavens! that is Millicent’s voice No fur- NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 5. 1890. exactly,” thought Stephen; “what an extra- ordinary resemblance!” “What becomes of money. in’ your hands I can’t conceive,” she went on. , - ,“It is _Millicent’s .voieel‘ What in; God’s name is she doing?” and Stephen tried to catch a glimpse of the figure that was screened from him by the man between them, and, still more so by the darkness. “What have you done with the money I sent you last?” “Done with it? Spent it, of course. A family cannot live on nothing. It was not much for you to give—you, who live in lux- ury; you, whose husband is rich; you”— “My husband is very far from rich; and if he were so it would benefit you in no way. Every farthing I have given you for your wife was my own, made by my own work. I, a woman, worked to help a woman, as I would a man, but not such as you.” “Whatever you may have given‘ you owed to my wife.” “I owed her?” “Yes; for taking from her what was hers by right.” “Shall I let this brute go on speaking to her ?” said Stephen to himself, holding the edge of the seat tightly in each hand. “And now that she is ill and in want you in your prosperity grudge a little help to her and her hungry children.” “I have lowered myself by listening to you thus far,” said Millicent, “in order to see if you would not in time say what I expected of you—what I waited for. Now that you have done so I will answer you fully this once and never speak with you again. I feel that you cannot have lived your life without some one’s having called you ‘liar’ and ‘coward,’ or without your knowing that many had a. right to do so. Therefore I will not pause to add my testimony to theirs. When your first let- ter came last year, addressed to my husband, ‘to wait an answer,’ he was happily away from home. To save time I, contrary to my inclination, opened your ‘appeal.’ It con- tained a manly reference to your Wife, and my husband’s regard for her in past years and a cringing demand for money for her and your children, if not for you, and it ended with a suggestion as to the possible un- pleasant consequences to his domestic happi- ness if the subject of your letter became known to me. Every detail of the story, as far as it concerned himself, my "husband had long since told me, and no mud thrown by you could shake my trust. “You lie when you say that I took from your wife what was hers by right. My bus. band once loved her with all his heart and soul, and she made him suffer bitterly. But he had loved her, as I say, and for his sake I consented (if the miserable story should never reach his ears to give him further pain) to help the woman who had repaid his love with betrayal, his confidence with treachery, but who had been dear to him before he gave to me what I took from no one else. You lie again when you speak of her present suffer- ing and the wants of her children—silence!” as the mzn attempted to speak. “Do you think in dealing with one like you I should take no steps to verify your statements? Of the two children that lived with you and that you call hers, one only was your wife’s, and has been dead six months, you curl And your wretched wife flung from her my bus- band’s love and trust, not for the love of an- other man, but for life with you, who dragged her to the mire in which she died nearly a month ago! Nearly a week since I had proof of all I am saying, and my only reason for consenting to see you again, as you asked, was to tell you of this, and also to warn you that if you ever communicate with or molest me or my husband in any way, I have means to make that your last public performance for a considerable time.” As she said the last words, Millicent rose, walking straight up to and getting into the train that had just run into the station. The man she had been speaking with sat still while she moved away, but as she opened the carriage door he started up with an oath, as if to follow her. Stephen Mostyn’s umbrella becoming unfortunately mingled with the swearer’s legs, he was precipitated painfully on to the platform as the train left the sta- tion, and Stephen bounded up the steps to the surface of the earth. Mrs. Mostyn had dressed for dinner that evening, and was sitting by the fire when her husband came in. “Well, Stephen, when you do follow my advice you do it generously, I must say. Have you been out ever since I saw you last?” “Very nearly.” “And walking, or in'the underground, or on the top of a ’bus?” “A little of all three, and the club to finish with.” “Well, and have you found your plot?” “Yes, but I can’t write it now, so I amZnot much better off than before.” “Good gracious! why?” “Because,” said Stephen, bending and kim- ing her eyes, “the story 'is so pretty that I have no words in which to tell it; no charac- ter that I have hitherto conceived is good enough to pl ay 3. part in it; no incident that I have known or imagined but seems poor and tedious beside it.” “Then it is very good?" “Perfect.” “And is it real or ideal?” “Both.” “Won’t you tell it to me?” “Some day. ”-—London World. Delicacy of Mint Scales. The fine gold weighing scales made in Phil- adelphia and intended for the mint at New Orleans a few years ago are marvels of me- chanical invention and expert workmanship. The larger of the two pair has a capacity of 10,000 ounces, troy, or about 686 pounds avoirdupois, and when loaded to its full weighing capacity will indicate the varia- tion of the onethousandth of an ounce. The other and smaller pair are intended for lighter work. All its bearings are of the finest agate, which have been ground with remark- able precision. This instrument is believed' to be the most delicate in the world. It will give the precise weight of a human hair, and is susceptible to the slightest atmospheric changes—St. Louis Republic. One Oyster in 3 Stew. The biggest edible oysters in the world are found at Port Lincoln, in South Australia. They are as large as a. dinner plate, and the same shape. They are sometimes more than a foot across the shell, and the oyster fits the shell so well he does not leave much margin. It is a new sensation, when a friend asks you to lunch at Adelaide, to have one oyster set before you fried in butter or egg and bread crumbs. But it is a very pleasant sensation, for the flavor and delicacy of the Port Lin- coln mammoths are proverbial in the-land of luxuries. —New York Telegram. Thousands of Mice in a Tree. While out hunting Col. Standifer and Billy Muller came across a dead tree, the stump of which Was full to overflowing, so to speak, with mice. The colonel and his companion pulled of! strips of the decayed outer growth of the tree, and every time a strip was pulled myriads of mice ran for their lives. COL Standifer killed 386 of the mice and Muller 418. The next day the tree was visited with two black and tan terriers, the bark was re- moved and the number of mice killed is eti- mated at over 1,000. —Deunison (Tex) 001'. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE. THE SAD STORY OF A YOUNG GIRL’S STRUGGLE FOR LIFE. Trying to Manage a Timber Claim in Da. Rota—Her Young Brother's Death in the Dugout—Tramping and Boating Her Way Back to Her Eastern Friends. As the Sioux City passenger train came to a. standstill in front of the Webster street depot, a bright, intelligent looking young woman, with a pretty, girlish face, surround- ed by a mass of dark clustering hair, de- scended from the platform of the rear coach. She was about the medium height, and rather slight, but the natural comeliness of her form was concealed in a sort of jacket made of un‘ tanned sheepskins, which she were over a dress of some dark material. Her head was covered by a jaunty little foxskin cap, while her feet were incased in coarse leather moc- casins. Notwithstanding her uncouth exterior, there was an air of culture and refinement— a certain indescribable something about her walk and manner—which spoke of better days and showed she was not in harmony with her attire. A gentleman and his wife who live on Thirteenth street chanced to be in the room at the time, and to them the stranger told this pitiful story—~a tale so full of rare dramatic incidents as to read almost like a romance. Her name, she said, was Margaret Conner, and her home was at 'Rockford, 1115., where she had lived from childhood. Her father was dead, and she had for several years sup- ported her mother, her little brother and her- self by teaching in the public schools. About a year ago her mother died, and Miss Conner and her brother Willie, who was now a lad of 16, finding themselves alone in the world, soid their little homestead, and with their worldly effects emigrated to Dakota, with a view to taking up a timber claim and going to farming. They settled on Turtle creek, in Spink county, about twenty miles south of Redfield. DEATH IN THE DUGOUT. Going into a new country and being igno— rant of its ways, they found it necessary to buy many things the need of which they had not anticipated, and they saw with alarm their little stock of money dwindling rapidly away under these repeated drains. The neighbors were kind in their rough way, and lent willing hands to give the young people a. start. A. warm sod house for themselves and outhouses for the stock were built, the requi- site number of trees were planted, the stub— born prairie broken, and the spring sowing done. The story, at this point, is so full of start- ling incidents that it is best told in Miss Con- ner’s own words. “The crops,” said she, “as every one knows, on account of the prolonged droughts in the south and west, were a total failure, and all that we had to show for our hard summer’s work was a few bushels of wheat and corn, hardly enough to furnish food for the winter. “Well, the fall dragged on into Winter, and Christmas, the season of glad tidings and good cheer, found us reduced to our last bushel of grain. What we should‘ do when that was gone was a problem beyond our power to solve. Oh, the gloom and terror of those long winter nights, without fuel and without light! For hours and hours we would lay, huddled in each other’s arms, list— tening to the howling of the wolves and the shrieks of the tempest as it whirled about our cabin door. “About this time,” she continued, her voice choking with a sob, “poor little Willie took sick and died, and then it seemed as -if my cup of sorrow was full to the brim, and I thought for a time I should go mad from the very horror of my situation. There I was, alone with my dead brother, in the midst of a desolate Dakota prairie, without the barest necessities of life and not a friend or neigh- bor within ten miles. I clearly saw that I could no longer remain where I was, for to do so was to perish, and my only hope was to get to Redfield, and there, by interesting the railroad officials in my story, obtain trans- portation to my friends in Illinois. Slowly and sadly I dug a hole in the hard ground of our cabin floor and laid poor Willie away, and after kissing his sweet, pale face many times I covered the body with the cold, frosty earth and left him. A JOURNEY UNDER DIFFICULTIES. “Then, collecting a few things in a. little hand bag, I bade a long farewell to the home which had been the scene of so much sorrow, and started on my journey for Redfield, in the face of a bowling blizzard. The wind blew against me and buffeted me so that I could hardly walk; the snow beat with blind- ing force into my eyes and ears, so that often I could not see the read at all. “Nevertheless, I headed on, now plunging through snow drifts up to my waist, now falling, bruised and bleeding, on the slippery road, till about midnight I reached the house of a neighbor of ours, known :23 the ‘Weather- bee Place.’ I reached Redfield at last, more dead than alive, and told my story to the station agent, and begged him to give me a pass to Rockford. He gave me enough to carry me to Sioux City, which place I reached last Friday. “I now became desperate; I was in a strange city at night, without money and without friends. While I was wondering what I had better do I noticed a heavy load- ed freight train just pulling out of the depot for Omaha, and hungry and cold as I was, I Sprang into an empty box ear and huddled down into a corner. The terror of that night I shall never forget, if I should live a. hundred years. The dreary darkness, the monotonous hum of the car wheels, the beilowing of the stock, and the biting cold, all combined to make me supremely miserable. To increase my terror the car next to mine was occupied by a number of tramps, who made night hid- eous by their oaths and foul talk. and I trem- bled to think what would have been my fate had they found my hiding place. “When the cars stopped at a little station above here to wait for the passenger train I ‘ could bear it no longer, and getting out from my place of concealment I ran into the depot, where I met the conductor of the train, and he brought me to Omaha.” Such was Miss Connor’s story, which was interrupted many times by sobs and weep- ing. ~ Mr. Harris, a gentleman who was in the waiting room, was deeply interested in the girl, and succeeded, through his influence with the railroad men, in getting her a pass to her eastern home—Omaha Republican. The Two Sexes. When you have found a poor girl who is said to be pretty, you have found a really pretty girl. Women are most sensible when among wo- men, and men are most sensible when among men. Some women are never pleasant to their husbands except when there is some other woman around. The man with the greatest joy, and the man with the heaviest sorrow, are the men who say the least. _ The man never renews his youth but once; I o LIFE IN HONDURAS. Unpleasant Features of? the 21m Whore Mod. E. A. 1311er Besides. in: Alfred Raphaelpwho has been absent. for three years, returned to San Antonio yes- terday. A great part of his time has been spent in Central America, and especially in , Honduras. Concerning the concession to Maj. E. ,A. Burke, defaulting state treasurer of Louisiana, he says: It is located three miles from the town of Concordia, and I have been over it very often. It is many miles’in extent and is very valuable, particularly from a mineral point of view. The lodes are both gold and silver bearing, the latter predomi- nating, and some of them very rich. I did not see Burke while there. . 0f Honduras in general Mr. Raphael says. Like all trepical countries it has its draw- backs. First, the climate. Although we were at an elevation of 3,000 feet and 200 miles from the coast, the changes during the twen- ty-four hours were at times very severe. During our winter months it will probably average 85 degs. from 8 a. m. to 11 p. in. As the sun lowers a cool breeze comes from the mountains, followed by a heavy ‘ mist, which chills one through. The thermometer drops before midnight to 65 dogs, and several times dropped to 54 degs. The houses are made of mud (not adobe). The roofs are made of tiles so laid as to keep out only the sun and the rain, but with doors and windows closed the wind will sometimes blow out a candle placed in the middle of a room. Underrlothes taken ofl.’ at night will be saturated 1.1 the morning. There is no use making a fire, as the heat all goes through the basket work roof. Besides, it must be built on the floor in the middle of the room, and the heat sebms to draw every insect within forty yards into the house. There is not 5 per cent. of the population free from chills and fever, and it strikes one pretty lively down there. A great portion of the people sleep in hammocks, others on raw hides stretched on a frame. This style of bed canget harder and keep colder before morn- ing than the lining of an ice box. Not even the poorest will sleep on the ground. The insects are various, vicious and ven- omous. The scorpion is very plentiful, and builds its nest in the tiles of the roof. It keeps warm and quiet during the day, and at night prowls around, and, getting numbed with cold, loses its grip, and quite too often con- trives to fall onto or into the bed. Then there is music. They are much larger than ours—more than twice the size—but are not considered dangerous to adults. The chil- dren go into convulsions from the pain of the sting, and it is so severe sometimes as to causp death. It depends on what portion of the body is stung. The cassampulga is a small black spider, with red spots and stripes, and it is greatly feared by every one. Its bite is invariably fatal if not attended to at once. The negua, or jigger, is the chap that lays its eggs under the skin of the toes, and in three days its nest, of which it is the center, is as big as a buckshot. itching; then the skin must be carefully raised and laid back with a. needle point and the little sac removed without breaking it. It looks like a grain of barley, and leaves a clean cut round hole to the flesh, which will be healed the day following. If the sac is broken, and any of the eggs left, as is often the case, it is sometimes weeks before the person is able to walk, and the sting must be carefully attended to. There are species of flea brought about the doorway of the houses by hogs, who are often rendered unfit for food from the ravages of this little pest. I have seen them with both toes of the hind foot almost eaten away. The most dreaded of all the snakes is one about twenty-four inches long and as thick as a big sausage. It is of a. bright green and mottled with brown. It is called tamagas. It is also a very pugnacious chap. The men cultivate corn and sugar cane, and the women and children go each day into the hills to wash gold with variable luck. Sometimes a woman will make $1, and often when they strike gold gravel, it is not un- usual for them to make $5 in a few hours. As may be supposed, poverty is practically unknown. Besides, they have at their door, in almost every garden, bananas, pineapple, oranges, coffee, and a great variety of fruits not known in this country.——San Antonio Cor. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Phenomenally Sold. On the wharf at Kittyhunk Inlet there stood a mite of a boy. As we rbwed ashore from the fishing yawl he eyed us critically, and when we came within hailing distance he sang out, without the least embarrassment, “Been a-fishin’, fellers?” “Yes,” replied our good natured best; “we fished for an hour or two this morning.” “Grit enny?" SCYeS' 1) “How many ?” and a pair of eager eyes swept the bottom of the tender for evidence. “Can you count, sonny?” asked the smart man of the party. “Kinder.” “Well, we got just as many fish as you’ve got fingers and toes. Now, how many have we caught?” “Twenty-two,” came the prompt response. “Oh, 1101" “Then you’re lyin’.” “Then we’re what?” “Lyinllfl “Oh, nol” “Betcher ten cents you are, an’ put up th‘ money. " “All right,” said the smart one; “here's a dollar. N ow count your fingers and toes, and if you haven’t just twenty the dollar’s yours.” Two little bare feet came down over the stringpiece of the wharf, and as a brown, chubby hand made a grab for the dollar (and got it) the writer will cease to care for the regard of his fellow men if that Kittyhunk urchin didn’t have six toes on each foot.— Frank Leslie’s Newspaper. Incidental Expenses. One of the annoyances to which a popular restaurant, as well as hotels, are subjected, is acontinual curse of petty thieving by patrons. If soap of good quality is used in the wash rooms, it disappears as fast as it is put out. Hair brushes and combs are carried away every day, and, strange as it may seem, every day finds a restaurant doing a. big business short on its knives. spoons, forks, cups, butter dishes, saucers, and even plates. The cruets in the casters and salt and pepper shakers also disappear. In the hotels the loss in fine glassware in which drinks are served is con. siderable annually, and towels are carried away by the scores. There are hundreds of people who were never known to buy match- es, but they always fill their boxes from the public supply. This is all annoying and quite expensive, but it is one of the items of wear and tear in business—St. Louis Globe-Demo- crat. There is considerable excitement at North Plainfield, N. J ., over the discovery of copper and silver ores in the mountains back of the town. The discovery was made in excavat- ing for water works, and it is said that inves- tigation has been made to warrant the users tion that, underlying the outer layers of trap rock and red sandstone in the mountain, on a woman renews hers every time she puts on I 1111:2519 from which fortunes my 139.de- o . a new dress. —Republic. -4....—.__.... ~-- Its presence is known by a slight ' Shaker . f Extract of 1 (Seigel’s Syrup) 0 U R E S ys p e p s I a. un' rnooenr rr WAS A nuance. Nine years ago I suffered from inmgestion and dyspepsia; had heartburn and palpitation. No food would stay on my stomach; lried many so- called remedies without effect. Received a Sha- ker almanac and read it. I said, Here’s another humbug! I was wrong for once. Bought a bottle of Shaker Extract of Roots in Columbia, Tenn. Then another. and another. After the third bot- tle I was well; never been sick since. This is a medlclne to tie to—to trust in. It is not a patent- medicine nor a King Cure-all. 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I): em "Nana Shoe ,New Yer CW 111.1. nxueeis'rs. 1y“ MIDDLESEX BANKING 80.. OF MIDDLETOWN, CONN. Chartered in 1872, Under the Banking lows of Connecticut. CASH CAPITAL, $600,000. SURPLUS, $25,000. 6 per cent. Investment Bonds at par and accrued interest. At the last Session of the Legislature these Bonds were made a. legal investment for - funds held by "Executors, administrators and Trustees. R.B.ORAUFURD,Agh. noon 2, MASONIG BUILDING, nonwnx. To Inventors. 6E0. R. BYINGTON OFFICE : Cor. louisiana Ave. and Mb 81., Washington, D. 0., Gives his PersonalAttentlon to Procvrlng Patents for Inventions In the U. s. Patent Ofice and all Foreign Countries. An experience or nearly ten years in the Patent once has given him a perfect familiarity with every classification of invention and the pan tlcu;a1 EXAMINERS AND BUREAUS, to-whlch each and every invention is referred. He has a com- plete familiarity with the Rules of Practice the Records Models, be... Joe“ Joe, and every detail of the office, and GIVES HIS PER- SONAL ATTENTION to the interests or his Clients. Belng on the ground, and visiting the Patent omce daily, he can serve Inventors securing their Letters Patent for more advants geously than Solicitors who do not reside in Washington. Searches and Rejected Applications A Specialty. To all those whose applications have been rejected. he will make an examination and report on the same gratuitously. Prelimln. ary examlnatlon ot the Patent Office Records, prior to an application torn patent, will be made forevery small charge.and advice or Informa. tion in regard to patents will be given in full detalllnacircular which will be mailed free of charge to every applicant. facilities also for Dec Proouring Patents in Foreign Countries He refers to any officer of the Patent omce,~and to the many Connecticut Inventors for whom he Lilac done business and taken out Lmlns Pulm- Reefs, . 'WANu-nn. 100 Tons of.‘ Hay and , Straw. ,. Highest Ball Price Paid. FOR ' is? ALE ! Grain. ' Flour, Feed. Small Stove Coal. Peat Moss Stable Bedding. Drain Pipe, Fire Brick, 8L0. &c. Ila South Norwalk. Bl 88. Opera Toes, Opera Tees and Common Sense Heels. Also, the Common Sense Style Made of very nice French Dongola, and one of the Finest Fitting Shoes we ever handled at any price. From over 20.000 pair sold by the manufacturer, only one pair has been re- turned from any cause. LOOK AT THEM. A. H. HOYT & SON, 311145 37 WALL ST., NORWALK. New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad. DECEMBER 22d, 1889. NEW YORIK DIVISION. Trains leave Soutr- Norwalk as follows:— For New York—Accommodation trains at 6.55, 8.30, 9.36, a. m., 1.20 (2.54, 5.08, to Stamford only)6.46, 8.11, 10.23, p. in. Ex- press trains at 6.16 (except Mondays), 6.46, 6.12,(lo<=al), 7.23 (local), 7.56 (local) p.26 (local) 9.03 (Springfield local), 10.11, 11.37 a. m.; 12.69 (Springfield iocal),4.20, 5.20, 6.90.7.61, (daily .ex- cept Sunday)p. In. For New Haven and the East—Accommo- dation trains at 6.31.7.38. 8.60. 10.40 a. m., 1.42, 4.22 5.13,6.23 and 7.23, to Bridgeport, 8.41, 9.41, 11.021 p. m. Express trains at 9.16, a. m.; 12.09, 1.07 (local) 3.08, 4.11 (Housatonic Express) 5.09 (Naugatuck Express) 7.15, (Springfield local), 1.13 a. In. (Boston express). Sundays.—Accommodatlon 7.38, 9.12 a. 111., and 6.48 p. 111. Express, 1.13 a. m. ' O. M. SHEPARD, Gen. Supt | c. T. HEMPSTEAD. Gen. Pass. Agt. HOUSATONIC RAILROAD. Danburo/ and Norwalk Division. CORRECTED T0 JAN. 1m. 1890. PASSENGER TRAINS SOU'rI-x. lv. Nomalk. Lv .80. Norwalk,Ar. Wilson Poin 602a.m. 610nm. 732nm 756 “ 803 ‘- 8 17 u 7 fl 8 35 u 10 03 “ 10 13 “ 10 20 “ l250p.1n 100p.m. 107p.m. 4 02 2 60 4 2° (6 5 59 “ Mixed s 20 N 1nd. 6 so “ Mixed 7 54 7 59 “ 8 10 “ 947 “ 10 30 “ 10 40 “ non-r11. Lv. WLson Point LL80. Norwalk. Ar. Norwalk a m. . a. 1n. 6 25 ‘5 6 35 II 6 41 l‘ 8 45 “ 9 18 “ 9 23 “ 12 01 “ 1213 “ 12 18 “ 250pm 310p.m 316p.m. 4 30 “ 5 12 “ 5 17 “ 6 45 “ 6 56 “ . 6 05 “ 6 $6 “ 6 33 “ 10 10 “ 10 25 “ 10 32 “ W. H. Srnvnnson, Vice~Pres. and Gen’l Manager 11‘. C. PAYNE. Superintendent. A. W. P11211121, General Passenger Agent. THE OLD AERELIABLE DAILY onion LINE. ‘ Norwalllllew Ylll‘l. 0n and after Monday, Sept. 83d, (until furthe notice) THE PROPELLERS ‘ . City of Norwalk- and Eagle Will make daily trips. Sundays exce tea, for freight between New York, Nor-walk an South Norwalk. Will leave Pier 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. 111., and So. Norwalk at 0:30 p. m. Frelght received from 7 a. m. to 5 p. m. Freight taken from and received for all points on the Ila-buy and Non-1k and Shop“; Ball- mds at Grout], Reduced Bates. 1k Upon application to A ms the City of Name and Eagle will be sent or s 1 lots of might anywhere in New York or its vicinity. WA“ persons are forbid trusting any of the employees of the boats of this line on account or the owners thereof.
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