IN DARK . DAYS.
' Far shadowy leagues of leaden sky!
A sober autumn day down gray!
3h!!! river winds that moaning sigh
And sob through willows as they sway!
The somber shadows interlace
Below brown limbs of arching trees,
Half hidden lies earth‘s sere seamed face,
Beneath a shower of scattered leaves.
Now autumn reigns within the soul:
Fair human flowers death wraps in gloom!
While varnished hopes of years now told
Like russet leaves drift o’er their tomb.
Spring blossoms nursed by summer rays
Are blighted by chill autumn’s breath!
And voices of departed days
Sing—but with sadness born of death!
—Amy Seville Wolff in Philadelphia Times.
BEYOND THE PALE.
A man should, whatever happens, keep
to his own caste, race and breed. Let the
white go to the white and the black to the
black. Then, whatever trouble falls is in
the ordinary course of things— neither
sudden, alien nor unexpected.
This is the story of a man who willfully
stepped beyond the safe limits of decent
every day ‘society, and paid for it heavily.
He. knew too much in the first instance,
and hesaw too much in the second. He
took too deep an interest in native life, but
he will never do so again.
Deep away in the heart of the city, be-
hind J itha Megji’s bustee, lies Amir N ath’s
gully, which ends in a dead wall pierced
by one grated window. At the head of the
gully is a big cowbyre, and the walls on
either side of the gully are without win-
dows. Neither Suchet Singhi nor Gaur
Chand approve of their women folk look-
ing into the world. If Durga Charan had
been of their opinion he would have been
a happier man today, and little Bisesa
would have been able to knead her own
bread. Her room looked out through the
grated window into the narrow. dark
gully, where the sun never came and where
the buffaloes wallowed in the blue slime.
.She was a widow, about 15 years old, and
she prayed the gods day and night to send
her a lover. for she did not approve of liv-
ing alone.
One day the man—Trejago his name was
-—came into Amir N ath’s gully on anaim—
less wandering, and after he had passed
the buffaloes stumbled over a big heap of
cattle food.
Then he saw that the gully ended in a
trap, and heard a little laugh from behind
the grated window. It was a pretty little
laugh, and Trejago, knowing that, for all
practical purposes, the old Arabian Nights
are good guides, went forward to the win-
dow and whispered that verse of “The
Love Song of Har Dyal” which begins:
Can a man stand upright in the face of the
naked sun; ora lover in the presence of his be-
loved?
If my feet fail me, 0 heart of my heart. am I to
blame, being blinded by the glimpse of your
beauty?
There came the faint tchinks of a wom-
an’s bracelets from behind the grating, and
a little voice went on with the song at the
fifth verse:
Alas! alas! can the moon tell the Lotus of her
love when the gate heaven is shut and the
clouds gather for the ra. .; a:
They have taken my beloved, and driven her
with the pack horses to the north.
There are iron chains on the feet that were set
on my heart. - '
Call to the bowmen to make ready—
The voice stopped suddenly, and Trejago
walked out of Amir N ath’s gully wonder-
ing who in the world could have capped
"The Love Song of Har Dyal” so neatly.
N ext morning as he was driving to office
on old woman threw a packet into his dog-
cart. In the packet was the half of a
broken glass bangle, one flower of the blood
red dhak, a pinch of bhusa or cattle food
and eleven cardamoms. That packet was a
letter—not a clumsy, compromising letter,
but an innocent. unintelligible lover’s
epistlc.
Trejago knew far too much about these
things, as l have said. No English man
should be able to translate object letters.
But Trejago spread all the trifles on the
lid of his office box and began to puzzle
them out.
A broken glass bangle stands for a Hin-
doo widow all India over; because, when
her husband dies, a woman’s bracelets are
broken on her wrists. Trejago saw the
meaning of the little bit of the glass. The
flower of the dhak means diversely “de-
sire." “come,” “write,” or “danger,” ac—
cording to the other things with it. One
curdumon means “jealousy;” but when
any article is duplicated in an object letter
it loses its symbolic meaning and stands
merely for one of a number indicating
time, or, if incense, curds, or if saffron be
sent also, place. The message ran then:
“A widow—dhak flower and bhusa—at 11
o’clock.” The pinch of bhusa enlightened
Trejago. l-Ie saw—this kind of letter
leaves much to instinctive knowledge—-
that the bhusa referred to the big heap of
cattle food over which he had fallen in
Amir Nath’s gully, and that the message
must come from the person behind the
grating, shc beingawidow. So the mes-
sage run then, “A widow, in the gully in
which is the heap of bhusa, desires you to
come at 11 o’clock."
Trejago threw all the rubbish into the
fireplace and laughed. He knew that the
men in the east do not make love under
windows at 11 in the forenoon, nor do
women fix appointments 3. week in ad-
vance. So he went that very night at 11
into Amir Nath’s gully clad in a boorka,
which cloaks a man as well as a woman.
Directly the gongs in the city made the
hour the little voice behind the grating
took up “The Love Song of Bar Dya ” at
the verse where the Panthan girl calls
upon Har Dyal to return. The song is
really pretty in the vernacular. In English
you miss the wail of it. It runs something
like this:
Alone upon the housetops to the north
I turn and watch the lightning in the sky;
The glamor of thy footsteps in the north.
Come back to me. beloved, or I die!
Below my feet the still bazar is laid,
Far, far below the weary camels lie,
The camels and the captives of thy raid;
Come back to me. beloved. or I die!
My father’s wife is old and harsh with years.
And drudge of all my father’s house am I:
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears:
Come back to me, beloved, or I die!
As the song stopped Trejago stepped up
under the grating and whispered: “I am
here.”
Bisesa was good to look upon.
That night was the beginning of many
strange things, and of a double life so wild
that Trejago today sometimes wonders if
it were not all a dream. Bisesa or her old
handmaiden, who had thrown the object
letter, had detached the heavy grating from
the brick work of the wall; so that thei
window slid inside, leaving only a square.
of raw masonry into which an active man
might climb.
In the daytime Trejago drove through-
his' routine of office work, (it put on hlsl
calling clothes and called on the ladiespr
the station; wondering how long they!
Would know him if they knew of poor little
Bisesa. At night, when all the city was
_ the flirtation.
still. came the walk under the evil'smell-
ing boorka, the patrol through Jitha
Megji’s bustee, the quick turn into Amir
Naths’ gully between the sleeping cattle
and the dead walls, and then, last of all.
Bisesa, and the deep, even breathing of’the
old‘woman who slept outside the door of
the bare little room that Durga Charan
allotted to his sister’s daughter. Who or
What Durga Charan was Trejago never in
quircd; and why in the world he was not
discovered and knifed never occurred to
him till his madness was over. and Bisesa.
But this comes later.
Bisesa was an endlessdelight to Trejago.
She was as ignorant as a bird, and her dis-
torted versions of the rumors from the out
side world that had reached her in her
room amused Trejago almost as much as
her lisping attempts to pronounce his
name, “Christopher.” The first syllable
was always more than she could manage.
and she made funny little gestures with
her roseleaf hands, as one throwing the
name away, and then kneeling before Tre~
jago. asked him, exactly as an English
woman would do, if he were sure he loved
her. Trejago swore that he loved her more
than anyone else in the world. VVhicb
was true.
After a month of this folly the exigen-
cies of his other life compelled 'l‘rcjago to
be especially attentive to a lady of his ac-
quaintance. You may take it for a fact
that anything of this kind is not only no-
ticed and discussed bya man’s own race
but by some hundred and fifty natives as
well. Trejago had to walk with this lady
and talk to her at the band stand, and
once or twice to drive with her, never for
an instant dreaming that this would affect
his dearer out—of-the-way life. But the
news flewin the usual mysterious fash-
ion from mouth to mouth, till Bisesa’s
duenna heard of it and told Bisesa. The
child was so troubled that she (lid the
household work evilly, and was beaten by
Durga Charan’s wife in consequence.
A week later Bisesa taxed Trejago with
She understood~no grads:
tions and spoke openly. Trejago laughed
and Bisesa stamped her little feet-little
feet, light as marigold flowers. that could
lie in the palm of a man’s one hand.
Much that is written about “oriental
passion and impulsiveness” is exaggerated
and compiled at second hand, but a little
of it is true; and when an Englishman
finds that little it is quite as startling as
any passion in his own proper life. Bisesa
raged and stormed, and finally threatened
to kill herself if Trejago did not at once
drop thc alien Menisahib who had come
between them. ’l‘rejago tried to explain,
and to show her that she did not under-
stand these things from a western stand-
point. Bisesa drew herself up and said
sim ly:
“ do not. lknow only this—it is not
good that i should have made you dearer
than my own heart to me, Sahib. You are
an Englishman. I am only a black girl”—
she was fairer than bar gold in the mint—-
“and the widow of a black man.”
Then she sobbed and said: “But on my
soul and my mother’s soul, I love you.
There shall no harm come to you. what—
ever happens to me.”
Trejago argued with the child, and tried
to soothe her. but she seemed quite unrea-
sonably disturbed. Nothing would satisfy
her save that all relations between them
should end. He was to go away at once.
And he went. . s be dropped out at the
window she kissed his forehead twice.
and he walked home wondering.
A week and then: three weeks passed
without a sign from Bisesa. , Trejago,
thinking that the rupture had lasted quite
long enough, went down to Amir Nath’s
gully for the fifth time in the three weeks,
hoping that his rap at the sill of the shift-
ing grating would be answered. He was
not disappointed. .
There was a young moon, and one stream
of light fell down into Amir Nath’s gully
and struck the grating which was drawn
away as he knocked. From the black dark
Bisesa held out her arms into the moon-
light. Both hands had been cut off at the
wrists, and the stumps were nearly healed. .
Then, as Bisesa bowed her head between
her arms and sobbcd, some one in the room
grunted like a wild beast, and something
sharp—knife, sword or spear—thrust at
'l‘rejago in his boorku. The stroke missed
his body, but cut into one of the muscles
of the groin, and he limped slightly from
the wound for the rest of his days.
The grating went into its place. There
was no sign whatever from inside the
house—nothing but the moonlight strip on
the high wall and the blackness of Amir
Nath’s gully behind. g.
The next thing ’l‘rejago remembers, after
raging and shouting like a madman be-
tween thosc pitiless walls, is that he found
himself near the river as the dawn was
breaking, threw away his hoorka and went
home harchcadcrl.
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What the tragedy was—whether Bisesa
had in n {it of causeless despair told
everything, or the intrigue had been dis-
covered and she tortured to tell; whether
Durga Charon knew his name and what
became of Bisesa—Trejago does not know
to this day. Something horrible had hap-
pened, and the thought of what it must
have been comes upon Trejagoiu the night
now and again, and keeps him company
till the morning. 0ne_’special feature of the
case is that he does not know where lies
the front of Durga Charan’s house. It
may open on to a court yard common to
two or more houses, or it may lie behind
any one of the gates of J itha Megji’s bus—
tee. Trejago cannot tell. He cannot get
Bisesa—poor little Bisesa——back again. He
has lost her in the city where each man’s
house is as guarded and as nnknowable as
the grave; and the grating that opens into
Amir N ath’s gully has been walled up.
But 'I‘rejago pays his calls regularly. and
is reckond a very decent sort of man.
There is nothing peculiar about him ex-
cept a slight stiffness, caused by a riding
strain. in the right legs—Rudyard Kipling.
Tea Plantations of the Himalayas.
The lower hills of the Himalayas are cov-
ered with tea plantations. The plants look
not unlike well trimmed boxwood hedges,
and they rise in terraces up the sides of
the hills. Here and there you may see a
gayly dressed woman picking their leaves,
and now and then a low shed in which the
firing is done. The seeds are sown in
nurseries in December and J anuary, and
they are transplanted between April and
July.
The ground has to be well drained, and I
am told that the best tea soil Is virgin for-
est land, which in India is very rich. The
plants begin to hear about the third year,
and they are at their best when they are
ten yearsold. The Indian tea planters get
about five pickings a year, and often
seven. In China and Japan three pickings
is ctgnsidered good—Frank G. Carpenter’s
er.
The less a man knows the more he‘talks
about ' it. It “shadows murmur where
11pr are dumb” they are like human
beings who have small minds and are great
talkers. The man who talks continuously,
and who is not in intellect above the
average man. must say many foolish
things. .
An. Argument That Convinced film.
“Mary,” he said feebly, taking another
hold on a sleeping 5-year-old boy as they
came off the boat, “I won’t carry Johnnie
a foot further.” He was staggering under
his load and looked ready to drop. She
was twice as big as he.
“John, you are selfish. Johnnie is tired
to death.” -
“So am 1. He can wake up and walk.”
“He cannot. He has been running in the
sand all day and is worn on .”
“Yes, and I’ve been running after him.”
“If you wake him up he will cry.”
“Let him cry.”
“Let that poor child cry? Haven’t you
any feeling for your own son?”
“I should think I have. He
enough to inspire me with feeling.
tively won’t carry him.”
“You will.”
“If you don’t take him I will drop him,
and he can cry his lungs out.”
“If you drop him I will take him in my
arms, sit down on that step and not budge
an inch.”
“But I won’t carry him. I can’t.”
“John Henry Smith, don’t you tell me
that you can’t carry that dear boy. If you
put him down and wake him up you will
be turned out of the house to-night. You
can spend the night in the streets and see
how you like it. Don’t you dare to put
J ohnnic down.”
John Henry Smith was open to argu-
ment, for he did not put the dear boy
down.—New York Tribune.
weighs
I posi-
A Familiar Face.
When Congressman Thomas W. Upde—
graff was making a speech at Canton, 0..
in 1878 he was frequently interrupted by a
man in the audience who shouted, “What
about resumption ?”
Finally Mr. Updegraif said: “There are
a great many people in the country who
are raising a terrific to—do about resump-
tion. They talk about it as if it had teeth
and claws and a hooked tail. My friend
over there wants me to talk about resump-
tion. I will tell him a story. A very
worthy old lady, who had spent all her life
on a farm in the Western Reserve, visited
the state fair for the first time last year.
Her son took her around and she admired ‘
the sights.
“Presently they came to a tent on which
was placarded an invitation to the public
to enter and behold a most wonderful bird
—‘the Melanerpes Erythrocephalus’—for
the small price of ten cents. The old lady
persuaded her son to take her in. She
found an old friend in the small bird with-
in a big cage. She repressed her emotion
until they were outside the canvas again,
and then she said with great emphasis,
‘Why, John, that ain’t nothin’ but a red-
headed woodpecker.’ ” — Pittsburg Dis-
patch.
A Great Preacher’s Cradle.
The old cradle. We all rocked at that.
For fifteen years the cradle was going
much of the time. When the elder child
was taken out the smaller child was put
in. The crackle of the rockers is yet pleas-
ant in my ears.
There I took my first lessons in music as
mother sang to me. I have heard what
people would call far better singing since
then, but none that so thoroughly touched
me. She never got $500 per night for sing-
ing two or three songs at the Academy,
with two or three encores grudgingly
thrown in, but without pay she sometimes
sang all night and came out whenever en-
cored, though she had only two little 6 rs
for an audience. It was in a low, sub ued
tone, that sings to me yet across more than
forty years.
The edge of the rocker was worn quite
deep. That was where her foot was placed
when she sat with her knitting or sewing
on a summer afternoon, while the bees
hummed at the door and the shout of the
boy at the oxen was heard afield—Dr. Tal—
mage in New York Journal.
An Actor’s Coincidence.
The following instance may be regarded
by the superstitious as sufficient warning
against all jests on such a grim subject as
grim death. It is related by Bolton, the
English actor and author. Sim Reeves,
the famous tenor, was once playing Squire
in the “Mother Goose” pantomime, and at
the very moment he was walking off the
stage singing, -
My wife is dead, there let her lie,
She‘s at rest and so am I,
a man tapped him hurriedly on the
shoulder and whispered, “Sorry to tell
you, Mr. ’tecves, that Mrs. Reeves is dead.
Mrs. Balyntyne directs me to tell you to
come home immediately.” Reeves was
completely prostrated by the suddenness
of the announcement, and was first to
notice the odd coincidence that connected
the little wayward song with his wife’s
death—St. Louis Republic.
A Very Old Horse.
“Old Kate,” 3. horse burned to death in
Cincinnati, was, her owner alleges, 45 years
old. She was born in Wales 01" thorough-
bred stock. She was shipped to Canada in
1846, being onlya yearling. The voyage
had a bad effect upon her, and the im—
porter sold the stunted colt to a farmer,
who kept her until she was 3 years old,
when she began to grow.
The farmer sold her to Hugh Morgan, a
lumber dealer of this city, and he kept her
up to his death, in 1861. Shc’was of a jet
black at that time. and served as acar-
riage horse. At Mr. Morgan’s death the
mare went to Mrs Lanning, who ran a
planing mill on Canal street. He in turn
sold her to a fish and oyster dealer on Linn
street, and it was of this man her last
owner bought her seven years ago. She
was then 38 years old, but lively as a kit-
ten.—-Cincinnati Times-Star.
The Queen of England’s Table Linen.
Her majesty’s table linen is still made
by hand; indeed all the finest linen is so.
The queen’s tablecloth has for its center
the Star of the Garter, bearing in its midst
the royal arms, and having woven on the
larger rays of the star the names of the
great dependencies of the crown, and on
the lesser rays the names of the smaller
dependencies, while the border is formed
of the rose, shamrock and thistle entwined,
and the crown imperial appears in the
corners—Dry Goods Chronicle.
Only in Figures. ‘
Every time a cow moves her tail to
switch a fly she exerts a force of three
pounds. In the course of the summera
single cow wastes 5,000,000 pounds of en-
ergy. The cows of America throw away
power enough to move every piece of ma-
chinery in the world. This is exclusive of
kicking milkmaids off the stools—Detroit
Free Press.
Wouldn’t Do.
Committee Man (to public school teacher)
‘—-We was thinkin’ of puttin’ up a‘nice
otto over your desk to encourage thd
c, f dren. How would “Knowledge Is
Wealth” do? ,
The
School Teacher—That wouldn’t do
children know how small my salary is.—
New York Weekly.
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A New Method of Treating Disease.
Hospital Remedies. \
What are they ? There is a new depar-
' ture in the treatment of disease. _ It con-
sists in the collection of the specifics uscd
. by noted specialists of Europe and America,-
and bringing them within the reach of all.
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[For instance the treatment pursued by:
Pspccial physicians who treat indigestion,
stomach and liver troubles only, was ob-
tained and prepared. The treatment of
other physicians, celebrated for curing
catarrh was procured, and so on till these
rheumatism and nervous debility.
This new method of “one remedy for
one disease” must. appeal to the common
sense of all sufferers, many of whom have
experienced the ill effects, and thoroughly
realize the absurdity of the claims of Pat-
ent Medicines which are guaranteed to
cure every ill out of a single bottle, and the
use of which, as statistics prove, has ruin
ed more stomachs than alcohol. A cir-
cular describing these new remedies is
sent free on receipt of stamp to pay
poslagc by Hospital Remedy CO npany
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We Caution All Against Them.
The unprecencntcd success and merit of
Ely’s Cream Balm—a real cure for catarrb,
hay fever and cold in the head—has in—
duced many adventurers to place catarrh
medicines braving some resemblance in
appearance, style or name upon the mar-
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of Ely’s Cream Blam. Don’t be deceived.
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We knew it because Kemp’s Balsam with-
in tbe past few years has cured so many
coughs and colds in this community. Its
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its genuine merit. Ask some friend who
has used it what he thinks of Kemp’s Bal-
sam. There is no medicine so pure, so
effective. Large bottles 500. and $1 at all
druguisis. Sample bottle free.
ARRESTED.—Ullal'les A. Daley was or-
rested last evening for stealing from the
drug store of Shiefman, a bottle of Sulphur
Bitters. Before the court this morning,
upon being asked why he should steal, he
stated that his mother was troubled with
Rheumatism, and that it was the only
medicine that helped her, and being out
of money and work was the cause of his
stealing. As this was his first offence he
was put on probation.—Newark News.
Antiquity of the Needle.
Mention of the needle is made in The
Sanhita of the Rig Veda (Wilson’s trans-
lation), and the Vedic word “S’uchi” is
identical with that now used to indicate a
needle. This notice of needles dates back
as far as six centuries before Christ. The
Big Veda says: “Clothes and the like
wrought with the needle last along time.”
In ancient times needles were made of
wood, bone, ivory, bronze and iron, and
were very coarse in quality and dimen-
sions.~-Dry Goods Chronicle.
Those persons who do not need Iron,
but who are troubled wuh nervousness
and Dyspepsia, will find in Carter’s Little
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are mostly used in combination with Car—
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often cxerta most magical effect. Take
just one pill of each kind immediately
after eating and you will be free from In—
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cents. Sold by all Drugglsis.
A Risky Business.
First College Student—What are you go-
ing to strike for, wealth or fame?
Second College Student — Wealth. I
would strike for fame, but the trouble is
you can never tell nowadays what sort of
fame is going to be in fashion—Good News.
There’s not a joy the earth can give.
ke the sudden surccase of violent and
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FOR BOSTON. \VORCESTER and all points
North and East. Steamers leave Pier 40, North
River, next Pier above Desbrosses Street Ferry,
Dally, (Sunday excepted) at 5:30 p. m.
Tickets and State Rooms Secured at principal
ticket omces in New York, Brooklyn and Jersey
City, Pier40 and on Steamers. Special Excur-
sions up Saturdays and down Sundays. New
York to New London and return, $2. Norwich
and return, 52.25. Sunday steamer leaves Nor-
wich 7 p. m., New London, 9 p. m.
2m2s G. W. BRADY, Agent.
THE OLD AND RELIABLE
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Nurwall New York.
On and after Monday, Sept. 15th, (until further
notice) THE PROPELLERS
City of Norwalk and Eagle
Will make daily lrlps, Sundays excepted, for
freight betWeen New York. Norwalk and South
Norwalk. Will leave Pier 23 foot of Beekman
street. New York, every evening except Satur—
days, at 5 o’clock.
Returning boat leaves Nouwalk at 5 p. m. and
South Norwalk at 6:30 p. In.
Freight received from 7 a. m. to 5 p. m.
Freight taken from and received for all points
on the Dunbury and Non-walk and Sliepauu Rail-
roads at greatly reduced prices.
Upon application to Agents the City of Norwalk
and Eagle will be sent for special lots of freight
anywhere in New York or its vicinity.
WAllpersofls are forbid trusting any of the
employees of the boats of this line on account of
the owners thereof.
WA N TED.
_ A gaud pushing Salesman here. First-
‘ class pay guaranteed weekly. Commission
:1 or Salary. Quick selling new Fruits and
Specialties.
FARMERS can geta good paving job
for the Winter. Write for terms and partlcu- l.’
FEED. E. YOUNG, N urseryman. '
lioahester N. Y. -
ALESME
WANTED.
F I
Local or .Trtwelrmg.
To sell our Nursery Stock. Salary, EXpenscs and
Steady Employment guaranteed .
CHASE BROTHERS comm“,
ROCHESTER, N. Y.
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on.
KOAL.
COAL; .
OAL.
COAL.
10,000 TONS
wmcn’ MOST as sou) WITH-
our mum TO 0031.
Raymond Bros.
Spring Campaign!
House and General
PAINTING,
Paper Hanging, Kalsaminiug, is.
The subscriber has opened a general Painting
and Paper Hanging ShOp, at
, NO. 7 WATFR STREET, (Jillifls’ Block)
NORWALK, where would be glad to receive any ~
orders from old customers and as many new ones
as may favor him with their work. The best ma.-
terials and best workmanship guaranteed and
done at the lowest prices.
GEORGE E. OSTERBANKS
PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPHS
DISTINGUISHED AMERIOANS.
ROCKWOOD, Photographer, of 17 Union
Square, N. Y., publishes an extensive series of
Photographs of Eminent American Writers, Po~
ets, Artists, Clergymen, Statesmen, Actors, ac.
Cabinet Portraits sent free by mail on receipt of
35 cents. Send for catalogue.
01‘ great interest to those who will be
benefitted by the new Pension Law.
M. r. BYlNGTON.
Pension and Claim ”Attorney,
708 E. ORPITOL SIRE”.
-. AEWINGTON, n. c.
With several years of experience in the claim business at
the National Capital, and being thoroughly familiar with
methods of practice before the Pension Bureau, 1' am in a
position to render valuable aid to Soldiers and Sailors, their
Widows and minor children, and dependent parents, who
avail themselves of my services.
The new law provides a
pension for dependent parents at $12 per month, regardless
of their pecuniary circumstances at time of the death of their
son. provided he left neither widow or minor children.
It also allows a pension of from $6 to $12 per month to
all who served ninety days in the Military or Naval service
during the late war, who are by reason of physical or mental
disability unable to earn their support by manual labor.
Under this section of the laW many who are now receiving
only $2 or $4 per month could easily obtain an increase.
Widows of those who served as above for a period of nine—
ty days or more, who are dependent upon their own labor for
support, will receive, upon submittance of proper evidence,
$8 per month, and $2 per month for each minor child under
sixteen (16) years of age, and this regard-less of the fact
Whether death was the result of army service or not.
N o fee is allowed me unless I am successful, and then the
fee is‘ paid by the Pension Agent from thepension granted.
“First come first served” and applications should be early
made.
Correspondence invited. All letters will be promptly an-
swered. Please enclose stamps to cover return postage.
‘ ‘ Remember that you can obtain better serVice at the hands
of an Attorney in washington than from one who lives at a
distance.
Norwalk Chronicler