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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-09
A CHARMING AFFAIR.
The Banquet and Reception of the NOtr
 Dame AIumnae.

The Banquet and Reception of the NOtrf
 Dame AIumnae.
 The reception and banquet rendered the clergymen and visiting alumnae al the convent of Notre Dame last evening was a very pleasant affair. The spread was laid in the large dining half and gathered around the table were the Rev Fathers Mulcahy, Duggan, Treanor, Bourret, Flemming, O'Donnell, Murphy of this city, Father Brennan of Green port, l.. l., Rev Dr Mcdonald of the Providence diocese, and thirty alumnae. The banquet was perfect poem of good taste and was prepared under direction of Misses Shanley and ONeiH. The menu was printed in letters of gold on white satin.
 The post prandial exercises were helc in the old chapel and were thoroughly enjoyed. "A Lesson in Elegance" wa' very acceptably presented by the Misses Bowe, Quigley, O'Neill and Holohan Vocal selections followed by Mrs DI O'Reilly of Elizabeth, N. J., Mr. John M. Sweeney of Naugatuck Miss Lucy Quigley of this city and the Rev Father F. J. Murphy Mrs T. F. Jackson preside d at the piano Mrs Mamie Holohan's efforts in the lin of stage settings were entirely success full. The furniture was from the Water bury Furniture company and Dalla provided the flowers.
 At the clos of the happy occasion raising vote of thanks was rendered b, the alumne to Mrs President Jacksol and Miss Secretary HOlohan for tn great success which had attended thei earnest efforts to fittingly celebrate tn opening of their alma mater.
 At the alumn8 business meeting tn following officers were elected:
 President Mrs T. F. Jackson, 90; vic presidents, Mrs J. F. Hayes, '93, Mis Coughlan' '76, Mrs Cremins 'S6, Mis Gallagher, '89; secretary, Miss Holohar '98; treasurer, Miss Mah"r, 79; advisor board, Miss Blake, 80, Miss Guilfoile, '94
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-09
Reid u 1t: 5,N'eS
 -NoH- Alum Dress Fabrics,

Io-mmrow, W,dns. d-y morning, we shall p Ac: at th- disposal of the people of Waterbury, an immense col lection of Plain and Fancy Dress Fab rics suitable for fall and winter wear. Of all our depa tments that of dress goods is perhaps the most prominent because it comprehends so much, and because we have from the first made a spe ialty thereof. All the latest makes, weaves, colorings and effects are here in abundance, and a leading feature will be the very moderate prices at which we offer the goods.
 We cordially invite inspection.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-09
WORLD OF SPORTS.
One Sided Racing at the Driving Park
 VaStar1av

One Sided Racing at the Driving Park
 Yesterday.
 The 1aces at the Waterbury driving park yesterday were uninteresting for the reason the both events were won in straight heats by the favorites. The summaries are as follows:
 WATERBURY DRIVING CLUB, SEPT. s. 2:50 trotting race; purse $500: Dr J. M Black, Auction 3 1 1 1 Martin Payne, c. M. P. 1 6 3 A Fowler, BravadO s 5 c. E. Swan, Rosewood 3 4 3 4 Roger F. Foster, Montrose 5 F. F. Haffer, Bessie Peabody 8 5 5 6 s. w. Allderige, White Foot 8 dr N. D. Baldwin, Jet dis.
 Time-a:394, a:354, a:3s4, 2:374. SAME DAY AND TRACK-2:3O Class; Purse $500:
 Charles Smart, Little Sport 1 1 w. A. Penfield. Harry Loird 3 2 3 A. Fowler, Astoria 3 3 5 w. H. Nelson, Golden Russet i c. E. Swan, Sarah Coin 5 5 8 George Duckworth, Black Dan 6 9 Bean Bros, Roland 8 9 6 Dr s. s. Birch, Hosiery Boy 7 ' Time-2:334, 2:33, 2:324. LOCAL LINES.
 Call at w. N. LADD'S- for fns gr cerie and provisions
 See Currans adv on third page. pc. c. w g. FROST. 137 Bank St
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-09
A Chinaman Sentenced For Life.

HARTFORD, Sept 9.-Charley Gong, the Chlnaman who murdered Charles Lee several months ago, to-day pleaded guilty to murder in the second degree and was sentenced to state prison for life.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-09
CONION. BROS. Great Alteration Sale.

days alteration, have this week made further reductions all
 reduce stock much possible
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05
GOSSIP OF THE AUTHORS.

LADY MACDONALD, widow of the late
prime minister of Canada, has become
a contributor to the press.
EDWARD Box says that Rudyard Kip
ling told him in London last summer
that he would not put his pen down to
write short story unless he was guar
anteed $500 in advance.
JUDGE ToURGEE, the author of THE
Fools Errand" and other stories, is said
to be aging very fast; but he is as
charming converser as ever. and has n
rich fund of anecdotes relating to
southern life.
john BURROUGHS, who writes so
charmingly both on outdoor and indoor
topics, is said to indulge in literary work
only in cool weather. During the sum-
mer he devotes himself to the culture
of g-apes.-Harper's Bazaar.
In Sir William Fraser's sparkling
book on Disraeli and his time, Disraeli
is quoted as once saying: "When I
meet a man whose name ! cannot re-
member, / give myself two minutes;
then. if it be a hopeless case, | always
say: And how is the old complaint?' :"
ACCORDING to La Nature, many of the
most prolific French writer's are in the
habit of using green paper for manu-
script in preference to white, as being
less fatiguing to the eyes. 1t has, how
ever, the disadvantage of making the
writing appear indistinct. Yellow and
"mastic" twhitey brownl are recon-
mcnded as the best colors to use.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

Keep pitching right in, Mrs. Bow
ser! Nothing like q fault-finding wife
to make home PLEASANT
DO you remember that Fourth of
July evening when we sat on the yer.
anda?" she asked. II shall always re-
member what you said that night and
how much the situation affected YOU. -"
AFFECTED me! What on earth are
you talking about?"
"You took my hand in yours, Mr..
Bowser, and you asked me to please try
and learn to love YOU"
''Never! If you'd swear to thai on
sixteen family Bibles l wouldn't be-
lieve it." ,....,
%''You said that life was but dreary
waste to you before I crossed your
path, and
Il never 'did-never! never! never!'
he shouted, as he sprang up mo one
but you ever charged me with being an
idiot or a lunatic!''
mr.. Bowser, didn't you say that if
l didn't mary you you would surely
kill yourself?"
"Nor'
Didn't you once show me some
baking powder in pill-box and tell
me it was strychnine, and that you'd
take it if I married anyone elseT'
'Never! Never cared two cents
whether you married me or not!'
"And you deny that when father
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

his slippers-a good, kind sister. There
was nothing else in the pocket except
this handkerchief. have kept it as a
souvenir. There can be no harm in
such theft as that. Some day when
we are both old shall hunt her up
again and give it back to her, and we
shall laugh together over the mad dog
episode. There is melancholy satisfac-
ton In the prospect. It is pretty 1T
tie triflle daintily embroidered in blue.
with her name in one corner Theodore;
. sweet, stately name, just suited to
her. This shall never leave me until l
give it into her own hands. When
that time comes my hands will be
wrinkled and shaky and my hair
white, her blue eyes will be dim with
years and her voice cracked - bah!
what is the, use Of thinking of it? l
don't believe in fate, but l believe in
love at first sight. All, me! James
is staying long time. told him to
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

would be here this evening, and she
has kept her word.
(His sister shows Dora in.)
Dora-I am early, see. Good even
ing, Mr.. Holmes; are we the first ar.
rivals?
Duncap-No; there are several per.
sons in the next room, but it is very
comfortable here.
| Dora-I have not been anywhere for
SO long that feel quite strange.
| Duncan-Yet, a musicale is not for
midable affair: Have this armchair,
| and I will take this one. Now, I want
to tell you a secret.
Dora-A secret. Mr.. Holmes?
Duncan-Yes; and to restore to you
| piece of property of yours which &C.
cidentally came into my possession
two years ago, and which l have fe-
/ loniously retained and concealed until
now. Oh! you need not think this is a
joke, it is solemn truth. Have you for
gotten?
Dora Have forgotten what?
Duncan That we met twoyears ago,
you and l. There is recollection writ
ten in your eyes, but You do not quite
place me. a....u --.a,
Dora--I thought 1 had seen you be-
fore and heard you talk. Only yester-
day was thinking
Duncan-Of me? Thank you Now
listen. came uptown to-day in a
street car, and as we reached TIE tun-
Gel heard q familiar voice which gave
me a thrill of delight. The words it
said were unpoetic and common place:
Bananas! ten for quarter Put 'em
up in bag for yer?" In an instant l
seemed to see you sitting opposite me,
. sweetfaced old lady at your side.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05
REMINDERS OF DAYS GONE BY

THE earliest coin for American use
was made about 1912 and bore as a de-
sign the picture Of a hog.
THE first land office erected in Kansas
Is still standing at Kickapoo. between
Atchison and Leavenworth.
A DIRECTORY OF the city of Portland,
Me-, for the year 1858 has been brought
to light. and in it appears this line:
"Biaine, j. e., editor Advertiser, boards
u. S. hotel" 80
AMONG the exhibits at the Fryeburg
(Me.) fair recently were plow that
has been in use for 115 years, and a
picture framed in a board .cut from a
pine log 100 years ago.
An interesting relic Of the past at old
Pcmaquid. Mass. is q street 80 feet
wide paved with medium-sized Hat
stones, raised in the middle and having
good cutters and curbs Of large stones,
besides flne sidewalk liz feet wide.
The street was built in 1850, Il ID said.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05
AN AVERAGE MAN.

A realistic story ....
Without any gush or glory,
With no sentimental limelight
And no firework display,
Bout poor old ignoramus
Who was never rich nor famous,
And who couldn't ignite the river,
And who worked out by the day.
A very common fellow
Was this Ebenezer Weller,
With the usual share Of virtues,
And with vices two or three;
He'd no fatal gift Of beauty,
But an average sense Of duty
Neither very good nor evil
just about like you and me.
And he wed an average woman,
Very nice and very human,
Just about like Ebenezer,
Neither very good nor bad;
OFT in harmony they'd MARBLE,
Often they would scold and squabble,
But they loved each other dearly,
And they couldn't continu, mad.
Never had enough on Monday
TO supply the house till Sunday,
Never made enough in April
To support themselves in May;
If they worked hard in November,
They must work hard in December,
And the coarse bread OF to- morrow
Was the hard work OTTO day.
They worked on grew gray and grayer,
Yet they never made him mayor,
And she plucked no social honors,
And his wages still were small.
Then the load of years grew weighty,
And they died when they were eighty,
And they put them in the graveyard,
And they left them there. That's oil
A realistic story
Without any gush or glory
Yet this fellow EbelcZer
Represents the human clan;
His the average share OF pleasure,
His the average lack of leisure,
His the average Joy and sorrow
OF the common average man.
S. W. Foss, in Yankee Blade.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

came out one evening and threw You
off the stoop aud told you never to
come back that you wrote me you-!"
"Threw me off the stoop! Your
father! BY the great hornspoon, but
this is too much, Mrs. Bowser! Threw
me! I'd like to have seen the whole
caboodle of your relations throw me
off stoop!''
perhaps you don't remember how
you used to compare my eyes to stars
and tell me that it would be the one
effort of your life to make me happyT'
Eyes! Stars! The idea of me talk
ing any such bosh! came home ex-
pecting to spend a happy evening in the
bosom of my family, and you've gone
and knocked it all over! That's the
way with the tarnal women-always
kicking and complaining about some
thing"
There was a time when you used to
pet me, Mr.. Bowser."
That's it! Keep right on harping
on that same old string! If a husband
don't tell his wife forty times day
that she's his shining star she's ready
to kick and make his home miserable.
l may be driven out any day now. I've
seen it coming for the last two years
but was helpless I'm going to lock
up and 90 to bed. Good night, Mrs.
Bowser!"-M. Quod, in N. Y. World.
Registering Under a False Name.
1t is usually mistake to write q
false name on hotel register. A
country merchant was obliged to de.
cline an invitation to trade conven.
ton in New York last spring. While
the convention was in session he was
suddenly called to the city on pressing
business. He arrived at hotel. and
seeing the register covered with the
names of his friends at the trade con.
vention, he signed false name. The
next day he went out to lunch with his
lawyer, leaving his overcoat at the
latter's office. In the middle OF the
afternoon he telephoned to have his
coat sent to his hotel The coat was
sent but it took the owner two days to
get it, because the lawyer had put the
mans own name on the box contain
ing the coat There was no such name
on the register, and the box was put
aside to be called for. Meanwhile the
falsifier missed telegram from his
wife, received cards from people he
didn't know, and found himself an OBJ.
ject of suspicion on the part of the
hotel people.-N. Y. Sun.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

She asked me where No - Fifth av-
enue was. Do you remember now? A
hunted dog ran through the car and
you vanished from my sight What is
| the matter? There are tears in your
| eyes.
Dora Yes; recollect it all. 1t was
only a few weeks before my great,
great sorrow
Duncan-Oh, pardon me. did not
mean to grieve you so. Hark, the mu-
sic is beginning. Shall we 60 into the
other room?
Dora-No, thank you; we can hear
very we'll. Are you fond of music?
Duncan-Yes; very. That fellow
plays we'll, too
Dora-I am so glad you thought dear
grandma had a sweet face. 1t suited
her character exactly. l nearly died
| when lost her, and now I am quite
| alone.
Duncan-Is she dead? Lam shocked
to hear it. had no idea you were in
mourning for her. (Aside). Where on
earth is Botan, then?
Dora-Your face shows you are
grieved. Thank you. l remember that
you were very kind that day. (Singing
| begins.) That is fine voice, but am
very tired of the song Are not you?
Duncan-I do not know it.
Dora-Not know "Marguerite?''
Duncan-Yes, yes; of course! Par.
don me, was thinking of something
else. am glad we are not to have an
other verse. 1t is time restored the
| rest OF your property to you. This
| with me.
Dora-Did drop it in the car? But,
no; you have made a mistake. 1t is
not mine.
Duncan-Not yours? l found it in
the pocket of your fur cape, and it has
your name. Look-Theodora!
Dora-Indeed you mistake. My name
is Dorothea.
Duncan-1 do not understand. Did
not my servant go to your house in
SEVENTEEN street?
Dora-No; he could not have done
so, for have always lived in Madison
avenue.
Duncan-But he saw your-your-
Mr.. Botan.
Dora-Who can you mean? I have no
brother. and my father has been dead
for ten years.
Duncan-But-but do you mean to say
you did not lose your fur cape that
day?
Dora-Mr. Holmes, l assure you I
never lost fur cape, for l never had
one. begin to understand now. The
lady who sat next me in the car had
one on her lap.
Duncan-I see, l see: was on a
wild-goose chase. But tell lie, what
is your name? Margie called you Dora
Botan.
Dora-Here is my visiting card in her
card basket. Look.
Duncan-Miss Dorothea Boughton-
Miss Dorothea Boughton! IMssi Well,
well, what an absurd mistake l made!
Was there ever such stupid? Sissy
Tomkyns himself could not have done
worse. Let me explain from the be-
ginning.
Dora-Hark! A duet
(Tenor sings.)
For one brief space we met,
looked on thee and loved, and low cd thee!'
Duncan-That is just my case.
Dora-It is not polite to talk during
the singing
Duncan--For two years have loved
you hopelessly, Dora-Dorothea. What
say you?
Dora-Hush-sh! Listen!
soprano sings.)
Look look in mine eyes,
And ASK and ask no MORE
Miss l. Smithson, in Leslie's News
paper.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05
THE HOUSE OF HAPSBURG.

All the Royal Families Are Tainted With
Insanity.
The unsuccessful attempt to remove
the emperor of Austria from this sublu.
nary sphere by the explosion Of thirteen
bombs seems to excite more surprise
than indignation. Francis Joseph is
sixty-one years old and has been on the
throne forty-three years. The simplest
solution of the bomb explosion business
is that it was an energetic expression
of opinion by some of his ''beloved peo-
pie" that he had been on the throne
long enough and that his elevation to a
higher sphere would be desirable. Gu
riously enough, with the news of this
attempted assassination comes new
version of the tragic taking off of Ru-
dolph, son of Francis Joseph. 1t is too
wildly absurd to be worth repetition,
but with it is furnished the indubita BILE
proof that he was considerably madden
than most March hares, and that his
insanity was an inheritance from his
mothers side of the house which has
supplied imbeciles and idiots to propa-
gate royal families all over Europe
for a couple of centuries.
If the mad Rudolph had lived he
would in due course have assembled the
throne. This would not have been re-
markable, since there is not so-called
''royal' house in all Europe that
is not tinged with hereditary in
sanity induced by too closely con-
sauguineous intermarriages. All the
intelligent, cultivated and educated
people in Europe know this, con-
sent to it, and are even intensely ''loyar'
to their lunatics. But what would
these intelligent people think of us
Americans if we should select our chief
executive from some insane asylum,
and should further declare that the
Office should be hereditary in the fam
lily, with succession to the oldest luna
tic in the lot? We should be regarded
as nation of idiots; and yet the same
lunacy abroad is called "loyalty. IN.
Y. Advertiser.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

THAT IICKLES ME-HA! HA! HAP
wasting away because 1 feared you
would say mop
do you remember the pet name you
used to call me?" she asked.
pet nonsense"'
"You called me your red wild rose "
RED wild pigweed! Are you get
ting soft in the head, Mrs. Bowser?''
1T seems curious to me-" she con-
tinued, without noticing his sarcasm,
shat when young man is counting a
girl no one can make him believe that
she is not a perfect angel. He can't
work days.nor sleep nights for thinking
of her, and the sight of her mile
away sets his heart to beating like an
engine"
ut does, Ell? It might in the case of
q spoony young noodle head, but it
wouldn't with sensible fellow. I
never lost any sleep on your account. !"
''Nearly all your letters to me were
dated anywhere from midnight to four
o'clock in the morning, and"
'Naver! Never wrote you letter
except in the afternoon. when hadn't
anything to do and wanted to use M
half an hours time," replied Mr.. Bow
ser. =
'And every one of them speaks of how
lonely you were, and with what Joyous
anticipations you looked forward to
your next call"
LONELY! Joyous anticipations! I'd
be apt to be lonely when there were q
dozen or more mighty good looking
girls after me, wouldn't I?'' 49,
But in few brief years after mar
rage how the average husband does
change" observed Mrs. Bowser, IS II
speaking to herself.
''Yes, that's it. You hunted me down
and got me to marry you, and now you
are trying to make my home happy.
If you are feeling badly why don't You
go and make yourself some catnip tea?"
Husbands talk about happy homes"
she continued, as she looked the paper
over, but what do they do to mako IL
happy?"
Eyes, pitch into husbands!' growled
Mr.. Bowser, as he swept over the shoe
peg and savagely kicked at the cat
which came to rub herself against his
leg.
while they are counting they are All
smiles and soft talk, but the honey
moon is no sooner over than they stand
revealed in their true colors.''
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05

~ ! SEE, said Mrs. BOWSer, as She
sat reading the paper the other
a evening, while Mr.. Bowser was
trying to dig peg out of his shoe-"I
see that another Brooklyn man has run
away and left his w ife.''
HAS, eh? Well, don't wonder at
it," replied Mr.. Bowscr.
"Did you read the item?"
mo, but I know how it all hap.
pened. He found out that he couldn't
take a bit of comfort in his home and
he left it. No one knows the misery
that poor man suffered before he took
that STEP
1T doesn't say he was unhappy"
''Of course not. No husband ever
gets justice, to say nothing of pity.
I'll bet he suffered a thousand deaths
before he walked away to die in some
lonely spot by his own hand"
We'll, dear, you'll never be driven
away by any act of mine" she said,
as she went over and kissed him.
'W-what in thunder are you doing?
shouted Mr.. Bowser, as he dropped the
shoe and sprang up.
"Why. kissed you.'
''Well, I don't want anybody blow.
ing into my ears or splitting on my
chin! What struck you all at once?"
"There was a time, Mr.. Bowser-
there was a time when-''
when what?"
"When you said that if would kiss
you you would be the happiest man in
the whole world"
Never! Never even limited at such
a thing! wasn't that sort of a noodle
head
"Mr. Bowser! Why, there was for
three months, while I was waiting to
make up my mind to marry you, that
you said you could hardly live from day
to day.
Waiting! you waiting! Well, that
is cool! That tickles me-ha! ha! ha"'
he shouted as he held his sides.
'Yes, waiting"
"Why-ha! ha! ha!-you said yes 50
mighty quick you bit your tongue in
doing it! The idea of me pining and
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-11-05
THE LOST CHILD.

I You ask me why go
When twilight creeps so soft and still
Adown the slope Of yonder hill,
To that broad slanting window sill
To watch the waters fiow.
Just there my little queen
Was wont to sit in her low chair.
The sunny waves of ripping hair,
Soft and silken and strangely fair,
Failing in golden sheen.
Perhaps her favorite doll
Wan clasped within her dimpled arm,
And tender song-to still alarm
Was crooned by childish lips, In calm
AND trustful love for all.
Sometimes those asking eyes
Were looking strangely into mine;
Within their liquid depth divine
"A dawning light, Weakening sign
OF boundless paradise.
When twilight shadows fell,
And night with sudden threatening frown
In gruesome shades came swiftly down,
And through the quaint old fashioned town
We heard the curfew ring,
felt her presence near
And closer to &ay lonely breast
The golden head was fondly pressed
In calm contentment, perfect rest
With naught Of doubt or fear.
She was my all on earth,
None other claimed q kindred tie,
I'd seen them slowly fade and die
Like clouds from out the summer sky
When gentle stars have birth.
When those sweet blue eyes mild
Enclosed her mother went to sleep,
In calm and holy silence deep,
An angel, evermore to keeI
vigil DER her child.
loved her like my life,
She came when all was dark and drear
My lonely shattered heart to cheer,
With lisping accents, kisses dear,
With loves own lesson rife.
One night she watched the sun
sink slowly to his nightly rest
Behind the clouds that tint the west
Then bowed her head upon her breast
Her little work all done.
No sigh, no moan, no pain,
Only smile SO strangely slow,
A fluttering lid, whisper low,
A light that seemed to come and go,
And then-she lived again.
Helen N. Packard, in Springfield Mass
Republican.