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Czams, Oysters, etc. Shore Sinners a. Specialty. Trolley cars run diret to the Point. JOHN E. C’SULLIVAN, l. MANAGER :3. " ‘3‘" In Your Order . FOR A NEW SPRING: SUIT. The Latest Styles'at » E. Gusowski’s, Cor. W211 and Water Sts. I go TO M ADDISON snow as, 15 WALL STREET, FOR Gsocsalss I +1 1}"er * :1 s a" WEEKLY-NORWALK -oAzn-r'rn. A BOLD,'BAD THIEF. “It isn’t because I am tired of our flat that I want to live in the suburbs, but the doctor says we both need change," concluded Mrs. Perry Theme, who was making her first.plea for coun- try life. - “I agree with the doctor that we need change 0f one sort, at least,” answered her husband. “Don’t be flippant, dear. I am in dead earnest; and oh. Perry, I know of' such a dear cottage, one of a row.” i‘Idislike rows,” said Perry. “How- ever, if you are determined to be subur~ banite. and with the suburbanites stand, I may as well agree to go. I will at once take lessons on the flying tra— peze, so that I may sometimes be able to catch a train. I shall study to acquire that dazed suburban stare that people who eat their breakfast and dinner by lamplight assume, assisted by catching their quota of sleep in depots after they have missed their train.” “Oh, we won’t be there long enough for that.” said his wife; “and, Perry. the air isjust heavenly—so sustaining.” ,“That’s good, as we shall probably be twelve miles or more from a grocery store. Have you caught your house yet, Maude?" ' “Oh, yes, Mrs. Smead has one in the “same row, and she told me about ours. It is the southwest corner house, while hers is the southeast. Isn’t it strange, Perry, that I have never been intro- duced to Mr. Smead? I wouldn’t be- lieve there was any such person if I had not seen him.” "Nothing strange about it,” growled Perry, in what his wife called his “bull- dog” voice. “I suppose you want to know him because he has the reputation of being a lady killer.” “Perry!” “I am told by fellows we both know that he prides himself on his beauty.” “I hate beauty men,” said Maud, soothingly, “they are all vain, conceited creatures. I never would marry a hand- some man.” Perry mumbled something and went away, first giving his wife permission to do as she pleased about taking the suburban house. +3- 9’: 56 ii- ~‘r: 'X' A week later both families were set- tled in the row which fronted a street and a. railroad track. and was equi-dis- taut from two depots. Mr. Smead did not take as kindly to the change as Perry Thorns did, but he told his wife, thoughtlessly, that one good feature of suburban life was hav— ing the Themes for neighbors. “Where have you ever met Mrs. Thorne?” asked his wife, suspiciously. “Don’t know her from Adam, my dear, but isn’t she your friend, and have I not heard her praises sung ever since we were married?” “H’m! We have a calling acquaint- ance, and now that we are to be neigh- bors I suppose you will meet. But you are so susceptible, and she is so giddy, I just know you kill set people talking.” . “Great Caesar, Laura, you give your best friend a great send-off! I suscepti- ble and she giddy? We must be made for each other!” ' Mrs. Smead looked volumes at her handsome husband, but where is the man who does not enjoy being a bone of con- tention among his women folk, and if Smead had a special and particular vir- tue it was that of being good-natured. Mrs. Smead, like the woman of his- tory, had two treasures—her sewing machine and her husband—and she drew the line at lending either, and if people wanted to call her selfish they might. Fortified by this law, she rented the southwest cottage. ,, * += 4- . -:-:- Saturday night! The invisible bridge spans the distance between the world of labor and the world of rest. The tran- quil air gave back no murmur of the multitudinous voices that had filled it with cries of sorrow, anger or gladness during the working days of the past week. It was the ante-chamber of the Sabbath, 3 time so sacred to our ances- tors that all work and all pleasure was suspended that the soul itself might rest. A great throng of people was hurrying homeward, and all bore the happy bur- dens of Saturday night—new shoes for the feet of the little burden-bearers, a new bonnet for mother, the Sunday din- ner—and among them Perry Thorne and Amos Smead, who had struck up a neighborly acquaintance and were now hastening to the same train, going out to their suburban homes for their first Sabbath of rest. They were both laden to the ears with brown paper packages and had just time to make the train, ~X‘ after purchasing their commutation tickets. They went l'\“:‘.‘;"f through the gatesin approved suit. . u...1 style, and caught on just as the train moved out, and then Perry shouted in a voice that sounded above the roar of escaping steam: . “We’ve left our Sunday dinners on the window stand of the ticket office. You go on,- Smead, and I’ll take the next train out.” He swung himself clear of the train, turned a somersault, and waved “all right” to Smead, who mopped the cin- remarked to the man standing next '-to him, in a friendly way: “Nice way to spend the summer, liv- ing in the suburbs.” “Yes, if you don’t care what you say,” growled the man. Then Smead took a bit of pasteboard from his, pocket and began to study it. “Southeast corner, Terrace Row, Oak- land.” .nmead asked his gruff neighbor if he go: off at that station. ! “No, I don’t," said the man. “You couldn’t hire me to live in that swamp. 1,};0 out ten miles further. where you don’t have to sift the atir:o.<;,'.-li~"-re to kc— op the. mosquitoes from dishing you.” That sounded discoursgin, " 5 v: not t1‘l?ul')l.‘.$ to ride a , ; .4. m 1"» ‘ccoinmodatio; i: (TTL'V. L‘." . (not ders and perspiration from his face and I l slowed up for every cow on the track. and he wrapped himself in a s1; eculative reverie until the brakeman caliel "Oak- land,” as if only the deaf livel at that station. Mrs. Smead was waiting for her hus~ band, whom she expectel on the 6.80 train, but the train had com-3 eni gone, and instead of .the handsome. well- groomed Mr. Smead, a. frantic woman, her neighbor, Mrs. Theme, rushed into her cottage. ‘ “I‘ve caught him!” she gasped. “He’s locked up in the library: Oh! oh! oh!” “Caught whom?" asked the mystified wo'man. Then seeing that her distracted visitor was nearly fainting. she collected restoratives and brought back Mrs. Thome’s scattered wits. Maud explained as soon as she could speak that a desperate-looking man—a burglar, she was certain, and a convict as well, by the cut of his hair—had felo- niously entered her house a moment be- fore she came, and walking boldly into her library had been locked safely there- in by herself. “The windows are nailed down; I have been waiting for Perry to open them, so he cannot escape that way,” she concluded. "I expected Amos on the last train. I don’t see what is keeping im,” said Mrs. Smead, “but he has not come yet.” “Neither has Perry, but perhaps they will come together. Isn’t it dreadful? 1 daren’t go back with that man in the house. I know by his looks he isa mur- derer. Our girl hasn‘t come, and I am all alone. 011, if Mr. Smead were only here!” “I guess I’ll do just as Well," said Mrs. Smead, coldly. "I will take our revolver, and you can bring the stove- Iifter, and we will interview him through the door. “But what good will that do? He may sh-o-o-t first!” “Come on,” said Mrs. Smead con- temptuously. She was only a young matron herself, but she was not going to be ignominious- ly routed by a one-man army, and she led the way to her neighbor‘s cottage. No other people lived in the row, so they had all the fun to themselves. But at that identical moment the 7.40 train, sometimes called the husband’s train, so many of them went out to spend the week's interval with their families, stopped at the nearest depot, and Perry Thorne. with his double load of packages, hove in sight. Both wom- en were overjoyed to see him. “What’s the row?" he asked, dropping his bundles on the veranda. “A man!" said both women at once. “Where is Smead?" “That is what I would like to know,” said Mrs. Smead; “I expected him on this train.” “I haven’t seen him. Who is the man?” “A burglar, and he’s locked up in the library. Don’t you think I was brave?” asked Maud, who, now that her husband had come, felt that she might pose as a. heroine. ' “Burglars already? Ha! this is a. di- version. Give me the key, Maud. I’ll take your revolver, Mrs. Smead. N ow, ladies, stand aside,” and Perry made a valiant rush for the library door, which he unlocked and threw open, at the same time presenting arms according to the best manual practice. “Don’t shoot!” cried a familiar voice that trembled, not with fear. but mer- riment, as Mr. Smead stepped smiling- ly forward and bowed low to Maud. “I am Mrs. Thorne’s captive,” said. “What does this mean?” cried Perry, his face flaming. "Yes, what does it mean?" demanded Mrs. Smead, in the measured syllables of the divorce court. "It means," explained M1". Smead, “that my wife has not yet learned to box the compass. She gave me ‘south- west,’ and your wife locked me up in a room that has no ventilation, and under a criminal ban. he added, with gallant protest, whereat Maud’s cheeks grew red with embar- rassment, and Mrs. Smead said: “Come home! After this I will meet you at the train and see that you don’t get into the wrong house.” “Do forgive me, Mr. Smead,” said Maud, penitently, while Perry glared darkly like a jealous stage lover, “but you did look so—so—” , “She said you looked like a convict,” remarked his wife. “At least it has made us acquainted,” observed Mr. Smead, true to his colors. and with this parting shot he followed his wife to the. "southeast” cottage.— Detroit Free Press. he A Hawk's Strike at I Horse’s Earl. Hartford Mail Carrier Miller’s colt, the most "docile and placid animal in town, suddenly skipped away from his post at the railroad station yesterday, scaled a fence. hung the mail wagon on the rails, and scampered across lots in a panic. A big hawk had scared the beast. The hawk had been silently and slowly describing a wide circle high overhead. in the way peculiar to his kind. The sleepy horse, far below, nodded, now and then wagging his cars at a cau- cus of flies on his neck. Of a sudden the hawk shot straight downward with the swiftness of a rifle shot, struck the animal squarely between the ears, and fixed its talons in those conspicuous and hapless ears. the colt. He was used to happenings and terrors, but the hawk had fallen on him from the clouds, like a Nutmeg thunderbolt, barbed, feathered and ex- plosive. A Family Matter. Mrs. Perkins (calmly reminiscient)— . Jonathan, we’ve bin married forty ‘ years next Tuesday, an’ never had a cross l word yit. » i Mr. Perkin—I know it. yer jawin’ purty well. Mrs. Perkins—Jonathan Perkins, .you’rea mean, hateful, deceitful old 1] thing, and I wouldn’t marry you again I for love ner money—Judge. I’ve stood But I forgive her,”- That settled things for- ; l 2 . Beach route the first thing one sees is a You the First Time, Then Fuclnntes. Coming in at Coney Island on the Sea . THE co~sv ISLAND CHUTE. i It Tel-rifles 1; lofty platform on the right opening into a long toboggan-slide sort of an affair, which in turn leads to a big, round pool. Down the toboggsn slide ripples a shal- low stream of water, bubbling into lit- tle wavelets and pouring into the pool. which is about eighty yards in diam- eter. From time to time a long, dark object appears at the top of the slide. It fills with people. Then it topples on the verge. shunts forward into the stream, while a chorus of shrieks fills the air, flashes down the long slide, strikes the water with a tremendous concussion, bounds, rebounds, bounds again, and when the blinding spray has cleared away appears, to the astounded amaze, ment of the unsophisticated, floating placidly along at the far end of the pool, while in its wake the torn water boils and swirls in a thousand eddies. That is the great Coney Island chute. It is warranted to reproduce faithfully all the sensations of jumping down a precipice, being carried over Niagara Falls and encountering a water-spout head-on, for the modest sum of ten. cents. The first impression one gets from it is that it is the invention of a. misan- thrope, managed by murderers for the benefit df persons of suicidal intent. Then, as one sees boatload after boat- load of shrieking humanity go whizzing down that awful course and come out alive, one feels a pressing desire to get nearer and see how it is done. Ten cents admits you to the inclos- ure, where you can see the whole thing plainly from beginning to end, and hear the band play in a well meant but fu- tile endeavor to drown out the shrieks and yells of the chuters. A sign in- forms you that for ten cents more you can do it yourself. -; ‘ Nothing so fascinating as the chute has yet appeared at Coney Island. Be- side it the roller coasters are tame. The chute is the first one built in the east. There was one at the W’orld‘s Fair, and nearly every capital in Europe has one. The attendance at the Coney Island chute on fine days is from 8.000 to 10,000 and on holidays from 15.000 to 25,000. All day yesterday there were hundreds of spectators crowding the inclosure, beside the thousands that shot the chute. The Man wlth the Gold Dust. A couple of roughly dressed men saun- tered into a Kearney street saloon the other day and ordered drinks. The pro- prietor thought he recognized the one who was doing the treating as a no- torious saloon beat, and he became posi- tive of the man’s face when he calmly filled his glass to the brim without de- positing any cash on the bar. “I’ll fix him,” soliloquized the saloon keeper, as he picked up a ciphon of soda and motioned to the bartender to do the same. ' The men swallowed their liquor slow- ly and seemed to enjoy the whole length of the jolt. The one who ordered the drinks drew a dirty bandana handker— chief from his pocket and laid the rag on the bar, while his companions at- tacked the lunch counter. “Give it to him!” shouted the saloon keeper, and two streams of fizz struck the man at the bar and drenched him from head to foot. To the surprise of the saloon men neither of the visitors attempted to es- cape. The man who treated Sputtered awhile and looked indignant. Then he commenced to grin. ‘ “I reckon you thought I wasn’t goin’ for pay for the drinks.” he calmly re- marked, as he untied the knot in the 01d handkerchief he had left on the bar, and emptied out a handful of gold. “There’s yer money,” he added, “an’ now you can pay me for the damage. Don’t judge a man by his clothes, podner.”—San Francisco Post. Horses at Red Rock Prices. ‘ J ehu Switzler, of the Columbia River, who probably has more horses than any other man. in the Northwest, has entered into a contract with the Portland Can- ning Company to deliver 3,000 head of horses on the north bank of the river at $2.90 per head. If he takes them across the railroad he is to receive 83 per head. Ith under- stood that the horses are to be slaugh- tered and packed for the Chinese trade, but they may find their way into the home market under the guise of choice corned beef—Yakima Herald. Food for Superstition. The conversation turned upon the fatal number, Friday, salt spilling and other superstitions. “It is not well to make too much fun of such matters,” gravely remarked Bri- chanteau. “For instance, I had an old uncle who, at the age of 77, committed the imprudence of making one of a. din- ner party of 13.” , “And he died the next day?” Le Ribi inquired. “No; but exactly thirteen years after- ward.” A shudder ran through the audience. —Gaulois. Woman‘s Economy. Economy is such a. coy, elusive thing. You may think that you have captured it and that you will be able to hold it fast and sure, when presto! it slips from your very fingers, and it’s extravagance itself that you have grasped. “I have often noticed.” remarked a sagacious woman the other day, “that my most impressive fits of economy are invariably followed by far more impres- sive fits of extravagance. I save apenny or so on some dozen petty things and then suddenly rush into some r: s‘.i ex- penditure costing ten times as much as all the money I’ve been saving. I_al- ways dread an economical fit, there- fore. for I know that it merely precedes Banal/s ; Bicycles Bicycle beauty comes from graceful lines and fine finish, in which points Columbia bicycles excel. But there is more than mere looks to recommend a Columbia. handsome design and elegant finish is a sterling quality that over the roughest road and the longest journey will carry the rider with safety and satis- faction. Back of the .3. BRANCH STORES: Boston. New York. Chicago, San Francisco, Provldence. Buffalo. Send two rant Stamps for a Columbia Catak‘gue; free if you call at a columbz‘a .flgmq. C. FORD SEELEY CYCLE CO. Agents for Columbia and Hartford Bicycles, Norwalk. Conn. START THE DAY ARIGHT WlTi‘l Sovereign JAVA and MOCHA. . . A ‘DELICIOUS COFFEE. . ' U nequaled for Fine Flavor and Strength. FOR SALE IN ti lb. 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