Norwalk weekly gazette, Wednesday, November 26, 1890 · page 2

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' A THANkselvme HYMN.
nor bud and for moon's-augu- halm la'den’breeaa
For the singing of birds fromithe hills to the lens.
For the beauty of; dawn and the brightness at

noon.» 5.,“
For the light in the night“ the stars and the

moon. ‘ .

We praise thee. gracious God.

For the sun ripened fruit and the billowy grain,
For the orange and apple. the corn and the cane,
For the bountiful harvests now gathered and
stored. 5-
That by thee in the lap of the nations were poured.
We praise thee. gracious God.
For the blessings of friends._for the old and the
new.
For the hearts. that are trusted and trusting and
true.
For the tones that we love, for the light of the eye
That warms with a welcome and glooms with
good-by. . '
We praise thee. gracious God.

That the desolate poor may find shelter and bread,
That the sick may be comforted. nourished and
fed,
That the sorrow may cease of the sighing and sad,
That the spirit bowed down may be lifted and glad.
We pray thee, pitying Lord.

That brother the hand of his brother may clasp
From ocean to ocean in friendliest grasp.
That for north and for south and for east and for
west
The horror of war be forever at rest,
We pray thee. pitying Lord.

For the blessings of earth and of air and of sky
That fall on us all from the Father on high.
For the crown of all blessings since blessing begun.
For the gift. “the unspeakable gift,“ of thy Son.
. We praise thee, gracious God.
—S. E. Adams.

HOW SHE FOUND JACK.

.A THANKSGIVING STORY OF THE EAST AND
THE WEST.

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“Yes, i be goin’ west ter Jack," she
repeated softly to herself. as if she feared
being overheard.

Her resolve sent a glow to the faded
cheeks of the aged woman, and her
hands trembled so much that she found
dificulty in completing the household
tasks. which the family had left for her
to do. ,

"If Peter s'pects of a suddint as I be
aimin' ter run away frum him an’ go out
west ter Jack he‘d come postin’ right
home from them doin's at Ligonier an'
stop me. Then I reckon I’d be shut up
in the insane house. like his wife onct
threated so fierce like. Well, I be goin'
for try mighty strong ter git away,” and
with sprightly movements that seemed
to belie her years the woman began to
dress as if for a long journey.

Satisfying herself that-she had every-
thing ready which she wished to take
with her, she dropped on her ”aged knees
by her bedside, and 'sent up her last
prayer in the home that had been hers
for so many, many years, and asked God
to be with her on her journey. and for-
give them who had so cruelly treated her.

Strengthened by h.-r prayer, and tak-
iig up an ancient looking carpet bag,
she left the comfortable house on the
mountain side, and walked rapidly
away through the trees. .

Reaching a little hillock the age
woman stopped and looked behind her.
She suddenly realized how hard it is for
one of ”her years to break away forever
from scenes and associations that had
become a part of her life.

Her eyes grew moist as she gazed at
the meadows and woods tinted with gold
and brown in the late, autumn. Her gaze
dwelt. too, on the pretty, plump cows,
which many a time her hands had fed
and milked. , ' ' '

Then her eyes wandered back to the

comfortable Pennsylvania farm house, -

with its fruitful orchards and well filled
barns, and over the fields stretching away
far down in the lovely valley, and onto
the picturesque mountains with their
evergreen vegetation.

"Good-by, ole home!" she said, with a
touching quaver in the voice which all
her loveless years had not robbed of its
motherly sweetness; “I be runnin’ away
from ye. ’Pears like ther Lord has gin
me ter see clear as it be ther only way
I’m ter snatch a bit 0’ rail happiness in
this life. Oh, fields an’ home an’ moun-
tains! i be lookin' my last on yer. I’m
off ter find J ack."

Across the fields the little old woman,
sad faced and heart hungry, trudged on
carefully through the wild blackberry
vines, then into a narrow path and out
at a small gap in the fence to the broad,
beaten path that wound in and out
among the beautiful wild laurel at the
foot of the mountains. Then picking

' her way across a limpid trout stream
she reached a crossing where the train
often stopped to pick up country .pas-
sengers.

“l reckon Peter an' his wife’d sure

, sWear as I be crazy if. they’d kitch me,”
she said, glancing apprehensively about
her, as if she expected to see a pursuer.

But not-a person was in sight. Every-
.body. except perhaps the . indiflerent
mountaineers had doubtless followed. the
example of Peter Tompkins and his fam-
ily, and gone'to Ligonier to the “doings."

She had not waited more than ‘a-'-half
hour when a heavy. rumbling sound'fell
on her ears. The train. was coming!
How her poor sold heart leaped asthe
shrill whistle ,resounded ._,.among.: those
laurel enameled hills! . , , ‘ ,

'Her steps did not falter,'however, as
she approached the track, waving her
_ shawl as a signal for them to stop. .1 The
conductor saw hen-stopped the train

and helped ,her aboard-2 He could not ,

avoidmoticing how neat she. was,.and
thoughshe must. have‘been over )20 years
old how sprightlyshe was. , . .

' , _“_Where to ”he “hallway, having
seated'her comfortably in the train.

"Ter Pittsburg."?'-she“r6pli¢d. taking :'

out an Old fashioned ‘retlculo. { Opening

it she disclosed her knitting‘anda clean,

yellow cotton handkerchief, .in- the . folds

of which she kept . her 2”, the little

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NORWALK GAZETTE WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 26.

 

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“Yoiié’have friends out there?"
Kalil be soln’ te‘r Jag?" ._
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pliedwith. one of her dear. old motherly

miles.
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“Thor cowboy said a. m. been...

or ranch 0’ his own over in Cedar Gulch,

' an’ he’s doin’ fust rate. But, mother,"
‘ and he took her hand kindly, “don’t he

went home to his young wife and baby, ,

and, with tears in his manly eyes, told ?

of the old lady who was traveling all the
long distance from {he Pennsylvania
mountains to-some wild place in the far
away west. ,

At Chicago a roughly clad, but kindly
natured, elderly westerner, Silas Garrick
by name, boarded the train for Denver.
He became interested at once in the little
old fashioned woman, who reminded him
in so many ways of his own mother, long
since laid to rest in a hillside burying
ground of New England. ,

After traveling a short time Silas Car-
rick, seeing her look sad, said to her:

“I guess, mother, ye be fur from yer
ole home, and ther change makes yer
feel sorter lonesome like."

“Well, ther change has kinder upsot
me.” she admitted. “So difirunt frum
ther mountings whar I was raised in
Pennsylvany. 1 never reckoned on
Jack’s bein’ so fur off."

-..;-‘€Jack?”. Silas Garrick asked.

"Yes, J ack—Jack Tompkins—he’s my
youngest, an‘ I be goin’ out ter him,” she
answered. .

“What does he foller fur a livin' in
Colerader “ Silas questioned.

“He use ter herd sheep fur a man
erbout ther gulches and sick places, an'
done tol’ble well like out that,” she said.
“But it’s been two years since I heerd
frum Jack myself, though Peter got a
letter frum him ’long this summer. So
I be sure as J ack’s well; but Peter neVer
showed me ther letter, an’ I don’t know
’zactly whar ter find my boy."

“An' who’s Peter?" asked the good
hearted, if inquisitive, Silas.

“Peter? W’y, he’s my oldest boy.
Peter an' Jack be all ther childrun I
have livin’. Peter lives in Pennsylvany,
an’ he’s married an’ got a big fam’ly. It
don‘t seem as I orto tell yer my fam’ly
troubles, but I reckon travelin’ so fur
tergether makes us not strangers to each
other; then talkin’ over a. body’s worries
kinder gins relief."

“Yer kin trust me. mother," said the

big westerner. _

“Peter was ther oldest o' ther boys I
raised, an’ allus a mite bossy like ter
pore Jack. Jack was all of a dozen
years younger’n Peter, an’ be was allus
full 0’ life an' go. an’ jest a wee bit wild,
with nothing very bad erbout him. His
heart’s a big one an’ in ther right place,
an‘ I bel’eve ther Lord 0’ all will rescue
my Jack yit. l hain't lost my faith
none. -

“Well, when Peter got married an’
come ter live with Jack an? me he went
ter bossin’ Jack more’n he, so high strung
like, would bear. So he ups an" runs
away out west, an’ ther furst thing I
knowed he wrote as he Was tendin’ crité
ters on a ranch in Colerader.

“Then I gin in ter Peter’s persuadin',
an’ made my property over ter him, with
ther understandin' as he was ter keep
me an’ keer fur me durin' my natural
life. But he growed greedy an' graspin’,
an’ I reckon tired 0’ me, though ther good
Lord knows as l was spry in doin’ enough
ter 'an: my eatin’ an’ clo’se. An’ Peter's
wife was a dreadful, scoldin' woman, 'an
was overbearin’ toward me. '

“Then ther childurn went for school,
which I was mighty proud of. But they’d
come home an’ make speeches on my
quare talk thet hurt me sore.

“So it were on till ther worry got
erway with me, an’ I threated right out
ter Peter’s wife as I would run ofi an’
work somewhars by ther day’s work.
But she snapped out as I'd better try
runnin' erway ef I wanted ter git myself
shut up in ther insane house fur addled
old women. Then Peter an’ her talked
so much erbout doin’ me thet way ef I
complained any more that I jest held
my peace. I was jest waitin’ my time,
an’ when they was all gone frum ther
farm ter a doin’s I run ed? with a few
traps an‘ started fur ther west an’ J ack;"
and as she closed her simple recital she
leaned back and wept softly.

Silas Garrick fumbled nervously in his
pocket for his big, blue cotton handker-
chief, which he vigorously used. When
Mrs. Tompkins had ceased her crying
Silas. asked:

“An’ yer don’t know ’zactly whar yer
boy is?"

“No, but I reckon I’ll find him,” she
answered hopefully. “The same Father
above that set a bright, shinin' star tor
guide them three men ’cross the desert
in the fur east still watches over this
strayin’ sheep. an’ will sure lead me for
my Jack." .

“Well, mother, of yer’ll let me I be-

goin' for help yer find Jack,” said'Silas.
She ‘carried his big, toil worn hand to
her face and pressed her lips to it. ‘ And
so the promise was accepted and sealed.
Silas Garrick was like a son to the lone

old woman. .-When they arrived at Den- -
yer hephtced her under the care of a,
. goodwoman, who had been a neighbor

of his in Illinois.
Silas had been in Colorado before'and
- knew some stock dealersin Denver. To
these3he' went, making diligent inquiries
about Jack Tompkins. But they could
give him no information. So 9 the days
.hnsthened into weeks. and nothing had
been learnedor the whereabouts of ,J ack.

' figment: faithful sure did ,not “mun- '

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It 'wa'iited two days" to Thanksgiving,
*a'n'd’the snow was falling softly over the
beautiful city of. the“ plainsAn aged
Hwoin’an,’ with hair likezthe snowflakes,
stood at awindow‘,‘looking with long-
ingveyes down the busy street. at the
crowdspassing ceaselessly; f‘Thar pow-

trfulkindter me here,”',she ' said to horj- ‘

, self. “But it’s diflruntfr'um ‘b’ejin’,with
a‘body’s own; ' Themfolks out 'intown

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skeered when I tell yer. Jack be laid
up in his cabin in the gulch. His pony
throwed him. but he’s gittin’ better
now."

“My pore boy!
ias," she implored.

It was Thanksgiving day, and the sun
beamed down upon Cedar Gulch pleas
antly, its light striking a little cabin
that nestled 0n the bank of a clear
mountain stream.

Jack Tompkins was able to hobble to
the little fireplace for the first time since
he had been laid up by what had been
almost a fatal accident for him.

“An’ this be Thanksgivin’ day among
civilized folks," he said to his hired man.
“Well, Ben, I be spendin' it fur diffrunt
frum what i aimed. l ’lowed ter go
back tcr Pennsylvany an’ take Thanks-
givin' an’ Christmas with my ole mother.
I hain’t seen her fur goin’ on sixteén

Take me ter him, Si-

year, I reckon. An’ pore mother! Pete,

writes as she be helpless with ther rheu-
matis.- Ben, -I hate myself fur gittiii" on
thet drunk an’ ridin’ my pony like mad,
an’ gittin’ throwed over them rocks. I’m
too mean ter live, an’ I don’t feel a mite
thankful nur nuthin fur sparin’ my or-
nery life. If I’d behaved myself an‘
staid sober I could a gi'u mother sech a
surprise, an’ though I hain’t much force
[ know it’d be a plumb Thanksgivin’ter
mother to see her Jack ag’in."

“Yes, an’ I ’low, J ack, you’d gi’n right
smart 0’ thanks ter be tuck up an’ sot
right down by yer mammy this minute,"
remarked Ben.

“Thet I would,” and Jack bowed his
head thoughtfully.

Ben went out of the cabin for more
wood to pile on the fireplace; but before
he had gathered up a stick some one
called out:

“Hello!"

Ben turned and saw a span of mules
hitched to a light wagon, in which sat a
big, robust man and a little old woman.
with a veil tied over her face. :

“Is this hyer ther cabin 0’ Jack Tomp-
kins ” the man asked.

“It is, stranger." returned Ben.

"Be yer Jack?"

“No; Jack’s in ther cabin by ther fire.
He’s been sorter used up fur a spell."

Ben approached the wagon, and Silas
Garrick sprang out to whisper in hisear:

“Say, pardner, thet little ole woman 1
have brung, an’ a weepin’ soft tears’ 0’
joy back 0’ her veil, be Jack’s mother,
come all the way frum Pennsylvany ter
hold Thanksgivin’ with her boy.”

“Jack was just talkin’ erbout her ter
me,” replied Ben in a husky voice. “He’s
real doWn hearted." ' _ 5

“Wall, he’ll have cause for thanks-
givin' now," answered Silas. “Here,
mother, let me help yerout,” and, ,he
took her in his strong arms and lifted
her carefully to the ground. Then sup-
porting the trembling form to the door-
he said, “Jack’s in thar, mother; yer go
right on in. ” He opened the door of the
cabin for her, kindly helped her in, then
closed it behind her. “Yo’n’ me be goin‘
ter stay out hyer, pardner," he said to
Ben, “till that meetin’s over between
’em."

At that moment there were two sim-
ultaneous cries of joy. and the men out-
side knew that the aged runaway was
clasped to Jack’s breast. They walked
quickly away and began to unhitch the
team.

About an hour later Ben and Silas en-
tered the cabin, where they found Jack
and his mother sitting side by side near
the fireplace, be holding her dear old
hands in his big ones, while her motherly
face beamed with perfect happiness. -

“This is my Jack,” she said proudly.
by way of introduction, to Silas. ' '

“Yer my own brother, Silas Garrick,"
he cried, grasping Silas’ hand; “after all
yer’ve done fur my mother I couldn’t
never call yer aught else. Besides, I’m
in need of an own brother. I hain't got
none,” he said, with a supreme contempt
that utterly ignored the relationship of
Peter Tompkins.

As Silas Garrick returned the pressure
of J ack’s hand and looked into' the clear
blue eyes, that revealed a kindly nature,
he felt satisfied that the mother would
never lack fer love and truest attention
from her Jack. '

“A feller never site too old ter need
mother,” he'said; “an' I kain’t begin ter
speak my obligations. ter Providence fur
bein‘so good in bringin’ mother safe ter
me. I . want for just git Peter Tomp-
kins out 0' my head. an’, think only, ,0’
good things an’ good folks, as’ll help me
tér be the better man I’m Laimin’ ter
make 0' myself. I was awful ‘dofwn
spirited like, but now ,my Thanksgivin’s
runnin’ over!” ” ‘_ ' ', _ ., _ ,'

“An’ so be mine!" cried Jack’s mother.

“The Lord has restored me ter complete .

happiness, after all my trouble," with my
"Jack. on this blessed Thanksgivin’.”.-.—.—A.

 

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11' living turkeys couldonly foresee the
homage that would be paid them on this
day they would no doubt run to the
headsman’s block without urging, and
stretch their necks for the ax. , '

For in truth the honors paid to this
kingly bird at this season are amazing.
All day a t crowd throngs Washing-
ton and Fuel‘fon markets, the principal
mausoleums of the honored fowl. " 'At
nightfall Vesey street is almost impassa
ble, and the neighborhood of, West and
Washington streets is packed with peo-
ple carrying baskets. bags and even port-
manteaus.

Around on all sides, glorified by the
golden gaslight, hang the shapely tur-
keys, with crimson rosettes, like stars of
the Legion of Honor, pinned on their
exuberant breasts. Sacredly guarding
the dead stand the undertakers, com-
monly known as poultry dealers; stout,
rubicund. argumentative, loud voiced,
and, strange to say, jolly. Why strange?
of course they are jelly, and so would
the turkeys be if they were alive! For
all the men, women and children in the
crowd are intensely jolly, ‘and- rightly
consider that they have not come to wit-
ness a burial. but an apotheosis of tur—
keys.

A sad eyed little widow, leading a
school girl by the hand, is struck with
the delicate beauty of a. long necked bird,
and odors to see that it is buried with
the proper ceremonies, but the under-
taker says such a. luxury will cost her
at the rate of, say, eighteen cents a
pound. With a sigh she drops the bean—
tiful fowl and takes another less stately
and satisfactory, for which she pays six-
teen cents a pound. The eighteen cents
a pound bird is snapped up by a plethoric,
red faced old gentleman, who wears false
teeth and a single eyeglass. After him
comes a newly married couple, linked
arm in arm and carrying two huge bas-
kets. The husband is tall, angular and
ugly; the bride small, sweet and seduc-
tive. She yearns fora five. dollarbird,
whereas he. thinks 83.50 will be enough,
and that the rest of the money. can be
spent on groceries. But she makes the
turkey’s merits so evident _ to her spouse
that he finally hands over a crisp, new
five dollar bill, tucks the bird under his
arm and strides of to a vegetable stall.
where he pays out $1.25 for celery. sage.
cranberries and cauliflowers. ’

Two young girls who keep house for
themselves debate for a quarter of an.
hour as to whether they shall buy a lean
turkey or a fat chicken, and, finally buy
the chicken. A fractious old gentleman
who hears this conversation eschews
turkey also, and satisfies himself with a
fine looking duck. His» wife,. a hand-
some woman, with a red rose in her ;bon-
net, spends nearly half an‘ hour search«
ing for green peas. ’ '

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sealskin and a queer arrangement of .

black velvet and crimson ribbon. on her,
head, pays little attention to the turkeys:
and very much to. the crowd. , As 'she'
stands beside a vegetable stall, under
the daring gaslight, her gorgeous head-
dress and pale, statuesque face form a
striking contrast to the forest of green
behind ,her, and a painter ,who could
utilize the scene ought to make a small
fortune out of it. '

Busy as the markets are during‘the ,

day, they-are ten times more busy dur-
ing the-evening. Along the gaslit aisles
of Washington market passes a great
throng of men and women, their eyes
fixed on the long lines of decorated tur-
keys, chickens, ducks and geese, and
their ears apparently deaf to the honeyed
invitations of the blue skirted plethoric
dealers, who are never tired of expatiat-
ing on the succulence, freshness and
general beauty of their goods. Now
and then a woman will stop, lay down
her basket, feel the breast of a turkey
with the thumb and forefinger of her
right hand, inquire its price, expostulate
at the dearness, hesitate a moment or
two and then draw out her purse and
march homeward with the coveted fowl
in her possession. Men buy too, and so
'do not a. few young girls and boys.

All seem to get just what they want,
and not many discontented or dissatis—
fied faces are to be seen at any time at
any of the markets. ' 5

What right has any one who is dis-
contented or who hasn’t the where-
withal to buy a turkey in the big mar-_
kets on Thanksgiving eve? They are net
wanted here, and the plenty thatisso'.
free to the more fortunate would-simply
make them more discontented, ., _, _. 1

It is late, very late, when the crowd of
buyers begins to grown-less, and-:it is
much later when the-last cash , trans-l
action. has been made.1 How-.manyof
the buyers have thought as they pro-

vided for their own, Thanksgiving cheer; ;

bf the" thousands who will eat nb‘turkéy;
on‘themorrow? ' ' g ‘7 "i '
N 0 one can answer this question, but
we know that some have; we know that
many baskets have been carried awayf
» fromith'e great markets Mob with? good

‘ things for“: others than thelpurchase'rs:
. we know that whilethe cstodsible. spirit

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A New Home Truman.

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the result of this discovery is that a simple
remedy has been formulated whereby

are permanently 'curcd in from one to
three simple applications made at home
by the patient once in two weeks.

N. B.—'l‘lns treatment is not a snuff or
an ointment; both have been discarded
by reputable physicians as injurious. A
pamphlet explaining this new treatment is
sent on receipt of three cents in stamps to
pay ostage by A. H. Dixon 8; Son, 337
and 9 West King street, Toronto, Can.
ada.—0hfistian Adoocafe '

Sufferers from Camrrhal troubles should
carefully read the above.

Don’t give up, there is a cure for catarrh
and cold in the head. Thousands testify
that Elv’s Cream Balm has entirely cured
them. It is a safe and pleasant remedy.
It is applied into the nostrils. It is not a
liquid 'or snufi. 1t cures by cleansing and
healing. Price 50 cents.

EVERYMOTHEi‘

Should lla'vo ' It In The House.
Dropped on Sugar, Children Love

to take Jonson's Asonxn anmrr for Crou , Colds,
Sore Throat,'l'onsill Colic, Cram and all; Re
lieves Summer 00m ts, Cuts, raises like magic.

THINK OF I T.
In use over 40 YEARS in one family.

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DAILY FWHT' llNE.

Nurwalkillewlnrk.

0n and after Monday, Sept. 15th, (until further
notice) THE PRGDPELIJa‘Rs

 

Will make daily trips, 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 Naiwalk at 5 p. m. and
South Norwalk at 6:30 p. m.

Freight received from 7 a. m. to 5 p. m.

Freight taken from and received for all points

on the Dsnbnry and Norwalk and Shepnus Bail-
rosds at greatly reduced prices.

Upon application to A ents the City of Norwalk
and Eagle will be sent or special lots of freight
anywhere in New York or its vicinity.

. WAN persousare forbid trusting any of the
employees of the boats of this line on account of

‘the owners thereof.

 

'AL’ESME " ‘
WANTED. ‘

Local or . T racelcng.
To sell Our Nursery Stock. Salary. Expenses and.
Steady Employment guaranteed . -
CHASE BROTHERS COHI’ANY,

 

 

 

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10,000 TONS .

wmcll MUST a: soul wml-
our mum in cost.

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Spring Campaign !
House and General

PAINTING,

Paper Hanging, Kalnlnilin, in.

The subscriber has opened a general Painting
and Paper Hanging Shep, at

N0. 7 WATER STREET, (James’ 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

““"mfl'm'hi'dfidn n. csrnnnnsxs

WAN TED.

A good pushing Salesman here. First-
class ay guaranteed Weekly. Commission
or S ary. Quick selling new Fruits and
S eclalties. '
Idl'ABMERS can zeta goodpsgmg Job
for the winter. Write for terms an particu-
lars. - Faun. E. Youso, Nurserymsu
Rochester 1LT.

 

 

 
 

 

0/ great interest to those coho combo
bencfitted by the new Pension Law.

PensiOn and Claim Attorney,

708 E. CAPITOL STREET,
waistline-awn, 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, I am in a
position to render valuable aid to Soldiers and Sailors, their

widows and minor children,

avail themselves-of my services.

and dependent parents, who

pension :for dependent parents at $12 per month, regardless

I-of'their pecuniary circumstances at time of the death of their

son, provided he. lefi'n'either widow or minor children.

It also 'all'OWs pa pension-of from $6 to $12 per month .to
' all. who served ninety, days in‘the Military or Naval servme

during the,_late war, who are by reason of physical or mental

[disability unable to .' earn their support by manuallabor.

'U'hderéthi'sssedion Of ..ihc law many who are now receiving

only-$2 or $42~permonth could easily obtain an increase.

, Widows of'those' \vho'served as above for a period of nine-
tydays'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. (1.6)"~-years of age, and this regardless of the fact

whether-death was. the result of ’ army service or not.

Worseijsfallowed‘inci unless I am successful, and then the

fee is paid by. the Pension Agent from the pension granted.
- :5“First_-coiiié"first served’.’ and applications should be early

made." _-

I? _ Correspondence invited. All letters will be promptly ‘an-
swered; Please enclose stamps to cover return postage.

.- “Remember—thal- youman obtain better- service. at: the-hands
.offahj‘AttOrn‘ey{inwashington than from one who lives ata

The new law provides a,