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Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20
poor, TIRED. WEARY WOMANi Weary with Work
and Worry. Headache and Heartache, too.
But relief for first means relief for the other
one dose of "BrOmO-SeItZer" is enough to
restore her Health and Happiness Trial Size 10 Cts
rhe Extinct Northern sea Cow. :.

In the year 1864 the Behring explor-
ers discovered gigantic species OF ~
time, or northern sea cow" These
enormous manatees were similar in gen
eral habits to those of the South Ameri-
can coast and were from % to 30 feet in
length and from 10 10 % feet in girth.
They were very stupid. harmless beasts,
and lived by browsing on seaweeds and
other marine growths near the land The
sailors were not slow in finding out that
a sea COW steak beat seal meat AL hol-
low" From 1854 until I76S they wero
the principle food of the sailors and ex-
plorers on our western coast. This be-
ing the case, it is not at all surprising
that the northern sea COW, never n very
numerous species, should become ex-
tinct in the short space of II years. The
last of the giant manatees was killed in
September, l76S, few months less than
IA years after the discovery of the first
one.-St. Louis Republic
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CHAPTER XIV.
a MIDNIGHT MISSION.

| started To Dead Mans swamp To
enter that uncanny, mysterious place at
midnight was prospect which might
/ we'll daunt the most courageous of wom-
en-. What could be Maurice's motive in
visiting that spot? How was Portia to
be benefited by such an adventure?
As if he read my thoughts, Mr.. Ray
mond said:
Eyes, little woman, you hesitate.
expected that, but you need have no
fear. You will be amply protected, and
want your assistance and presence |
need you. Will you Gomez
a thrill shot through me at these
words. | raised my eyes and saw in
his only the kindest and tenderest ex-
preston.
Come" he said again, holding ont
his hand.
would have followed him to the
ends of the earth had he so hidden me-
put my hand in his.
II will CO." said.
At nightfall the rain ceased, but the
sky was black and overcast. shudder-
ed as l drew back the curtains and look
ed out and thought of the dense tangles
and thickets of the gloomy swamp. How
black, how awful, how impenetrable,
seemed those dusky recesses l remem-
bered! What was to see-to hear on
this wild midnight quest? scarcely
dared ask myself.
But | resolved there should be no mis-
givings, no faint heartedness. had put
my hand to the plow, and would not
turn back. To save Portia, Maurice
had said. All, yes! if by any sacrifice
of creature comfort could exercise the
evil influences surrounding my poor
friend, how gladly would | make that
denial!
But what did it mean? Had Maurice
in any way discovered that Portia in
tended 10 pay one OF her nocturnal visits
to the swamp? Was it his plan to follow
her and plead, threaten or command her
to give over forever her association with
the half human devotees of that hellish
cult:
But of what avail We're questionings?
! found no answers to the many riddles
puzzling my mind. l trusted Maurice
with the blind, unreasoning trust which
every woman gives TO the man she loves.
For l had acknowledged the fact to
my lonely heart that loved this bril-
liant, intellectual, masterful man.
Though my superior in every way, yet
lifted my eyes to him as weed clings
10 the base of mighty tree. Did he
love me? 1t seemed absolute folly to
think so, and Vet could not Danish the
look in his eyes, the ring in his voice nor
the magnetic pressure of his lips upon
my hands. Good little hands" he had
said. looking down on them. And now
as looked down on them, too, and re-
membered his words was thankful they
had never been stained with evil, and
that though small they We're strong and
could help him on his mission, whatever
it might be.
Portia did not appear at dinner, send
ing down q message that she was not
well. l knocked at the door. but she
would not admit me.
Colonel Marchmont appeared to be
plunged in deeper gloom than ever. He
scarcely noticed Mr.. Raymond or my
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Did Moses have horns? Certainly not,
but if you have ever had the pleasure of
examining copy of Michael Angeles
great picture of The Lawgiver" you
have wondered why the great painter
surmounted the patriarchal face, gray
beard and becoming priestly gown with
pair of horns much resembling those
of 2-year-old animal of the bovine
tribe. The reason is this: Jerome's BIZ
BILE, the Latin Nulgate, tells that when
Moses came down from the mountain
top his face was radiant (rayed) with
the great light shining from his pure
soul. In the Greek Septuagint the trans
lation said it was ''cornua," meaning
radiant" jerome used this later YER
sion in making his Latin Vulgate and
translated ''cornua" as ''cornuta," the
last meaning horned. Angelo made
his picture philadelphia
Press,
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self. Daphne only could rouse him from
the lethargy which surrounded and en-
veloped him. 1t was painful to see him
so depressed, so unhappy. When spoken
to, his gaze wandered. and his answers
were incoherent."
"You are not we'll, dear fellow" said
Maurice as we left the dining room.
Il cannot sleep. 1 have not slept for
two nights" returned the colonel.
when close my eyes, 1 see her as she
used to be, not as she is now-oh, God"
wildly breaking off.
Listen, Jermyn," said Maurice in a
low voice. Your troubles are nearly
at an end. No, do not ask one question
now. Before another day dawns your
doubts, your sorrows, will be dispelled.
All l ask of you is to go to the library
and remain there until come. Do not
leave the room or house. Wait there for
me if you wait until daybreak. Do you
promise:'
Colonel Marchmont stared at Ray
mond in a dazed fashion.
Trust me, Jermyn," said Maurice,
land promise me-"
Il promise" said the colonel in a
strange voice.
Overhearing this, 1 marveled more
than ever. Was it possible that Maui
rice intended, after bringing Portia from
her rendezvous with the voodoos, to lead
her into her husbands presence and
oblige her to beg his forgiveness? Igrew
more and more mystified.
The evening dragged away. Daphne
was sent to bed, Sophie receiving Or
ders from Maurice, who seemed to have
assumed command of everything, not to
| leave the child for one moment during
the night.
Eleven o'clock. sat in the drawing
room waiting for Maurice, as We had
agreed to meet there. The great house
was still. There were lights in the IL
brary, where the unhappy husband kept
his vigil. But everywhere else darkness
brooded over the mansion. The silence,
the hour, the nervous expectancy pos
sessing me grew almost unbearable.
''Where is he? Why does he not Gomez"
l cried to myself.
Suddenly heard stealthy footsteps in
| the hall above, on the stairs, then the
rustic of q woman's dress.
Stepping softly to the drawing room
door, 1 looked ont. A figure wrapped in
black was descending the stairs. 1t was
Portia. Clinging to the stair rail with
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

There used to be a popular form of
torture, in the form of Books of Ques-
tions," which once figured on most draw
ing room tables, and in which visitors
were expected to write their definitions
of happiness - misery" etc. How diff
ferent, by the way, would be many def
nitions of both these conditions! The
old woman's idea of heaven as a place
where she would sit all day in clean
apron and knit and sing hymns" would
not be an entirely satisfying ideal to some
minds, while Cowley might have sympa-
thized with the denizen of town slum,
who on her deathbed, being comforted
with illusions to the golden city,
promptly retorted. ''Oh, no; if ever get
to heaven, hope shall be let to live in
the country. London Standard.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

His face grew tense and white With
suppressed passion, and the veins stood
out on his neck like cords.
"Oh. Portis, Portiaf' he cried as fin
ished, my poor tortured girl. It Is
time for me to act Yes, it is time for
me to act"
"Can we save herr" | asked tremu-
lously.
''Can WEI" he said, rousing from the
study in which he was plunged. Yes.
we will"
Then once more, taking my not too
unwilling hands in his, he said gently
and almost tenderly:
Little woman, believe you to be Of
the stuff of which fighters are made
There must be a drop of Bunker Hill
blood in your veins. believe you to be
loyal, honest and brave. You are cour-
ageous? Yes, know you are. want
you to trust yourself to me, to go
through terrible experience. To what
end? you will ask. To this: We will
save Portia. Will you help me?'
with all my heart"
Very well. Say nothing to SOUL
but prepare to go with me at midnight
to Dead Mans swamp"
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Not His.

He was travelling salesman who spent
most of the time upon the road, far from
his loved wife and children. For the bene-
fit OF the latter he had placed his family in
a neat little cottage with nice yard, and
located in the suburbs above the bridge,
where life is not so crowded as it is in the
city.
Being an affectionate husband and IA
ther, and finding himself in an adjoining
town on Saturday morning, he resolved
to take advantage of the opportunity to
pass Sunday by his own hearthstone and in
the bosom of his family. He would also
give his wife pleasant surprise.
Arriving at the cottage, he found the
door locked and no one at home "She is
out marketing for Sunday" he said, and
effecting an entrance, proceeded to make
himself at home. He went out on the front
porch and was greatly pleased to see his
youngest child, baby in arms when he
had last seen it, toddling around the yard.
He wondered what he could do to amuse
it, and suddenly remembered that his wife
always gave the children a bath before put
ting them to bed. He would battle this
one so as to give her more time to talk
with him.
He very soon had the baby in the bath
tub, and despite its appeals for mama"
and papa" had it we'll lathered and
thoroughly SCTuoDSu. " nhS uESlIlS Tue
child his wife entered the room.
"Oh, Frank she cried. How did you
get home? l am so delighted"
Il thought I'D surprise you, dear" and he
released her from his embrace and pointed
proudly at his work.
But what are doings" she asked as she
picked up the naked and shivering infant.
Il washed the child so we could have
more time together" he replied.
But this is not our child, Frank. 1t be-
longs to our neighbor next door"
Frank returned the borrowed infant and
apologized, but he will get some one to in
troduce him the next time he comes home.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Two seemingly harmless things excite
the fear of the southern negro. One is
the cracking of the finger joints; the
other is to be stepped over rs he lies
prone upon the ground. The cracking
of the finger joints seems to suggest to
the negro imagination the rafting of a
skeletons bones. while 10 be stepped
over is regarded As likely 10 bring bad
luck 10 grown folks and TO check the
growth of children. \ half grown ne
gro boy will steruly command play
fellow who has stepped over his body 10
step back. in order that the spell may
be removed.-New York sun
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

bhShSbE- ID. -" 1T IL llI6 as n memDer
of the board, to which he was first elect
ed in 1879. During the second year of
that term he served as chairman of the
finance committee, and ON his retirement
was appointed special agent of the treas
ury by President Arthur, afterward serv-
ing as deputy city clerk under Hermann
Plantz
In 1887, when John \. Roche was
elected mayor, Mr.. Swift was appointed
commissioner of public works, position
in which he made a reputation for activ-
ity and industry. On his retirement
from the commissionership he became
vice president and manager of a patent
axle grease company, position he still
occupies.
Mr.. Swift is native of Cincinnati
and was born Nov. Il, 1876. During his
infancy his parents removed to Galena,
Ills, and when he was 16 years of age
he went to Chicago seeking an education.
He attended the Skinner school and the
West Side high school, and graduated
with honors from the old Chicago uni
versity. He is n member of the Union
League and Illinois clubs. His residence
is on the West Side Of the city, in the
vicinity of jefferson park, and he has a
wife and seven children.
,,Ues ~ scnooi ,IOnuay.
A very sensible lady ont ON Ninth
street delayed sending her small son to
the public schools until he should be old
enough to look after himself and has
been teaching him herself in order that
he might not fall too far behind other
boys of his age. Yesterday morning
Master Freddy came gravely up to his
mother for his lesson. After the regular
routine was ended his mother put n few
leading questions:
Freddy, what is year.
Three hundred and sixty-fve days"
What is a day"
''Twenty-four hours-and an hour is
60 minutes, and minute is GO seconds. -
What is an Instant
AN Instant" and Master Freddy
knitted his downy brow a brief space
while he thought. "Oh. yes. know.
know, mamma. An instant is hole in
the ground
"A hole in the ground exclaimed his
mother, totally taken aback. Why,
how i'll the world do You make that out?'
WHY" declared Master Fred with de
cision, as he hurriedly opened his read
er. this book says, Johns dog fell down
in an Instant"
Freddy will start 10 school Monday
Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20
Nothing II Not Critical.

"And how do you like my Adam and
Eve In Paradise:' asked Smudge OF a
farmer during his last sojourn in the
Catskills, where he had removed his
studio.
THE general effect is fine, but allow
me to call your attantion to the fact that
you've placed in Ewes hand variety of
apple that has only been grown the past
90 years. Vogue.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Mother-Mercy on us! Why is the
light turned out?
Pretty Daughter-I-I turned it out
because the-the brilliant sparkle Of the
diamond engagement ring Mr.. Nicefello
has just given me was making my eyes
sore.
Mother chastity retiring-Oh, yes, yes,
of course.-New York Weekly.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Why an elephant should be afraid of
q mouse is q mystery. Some have
doubted the generosity of the elephant
because of his aversion to small animals,
but none can doubt his intelligence
Button, notwithstanding his idea of the
mere mechanism of animals, spoke of
the elephant as at the same time mir
acle of intelligence and a monster of
matter" Ernest Menault happily re-
ferred to him as the animal that carried
his nose in his hand. Hence the mar
velous intelligence of his trunk. The
senses of touch and smell cooperate.
The nerves which extend through his
trunk are so numerous that they equal
in number all those distributed over the
rest of the body. The elephant can keep
perfect time to music. He has the ear
perfectly organized, and the hearing is
extremely fine. The eye of the elephant
is distinguished from that of other ami
mails by the pathetic expression of senti-
ment. Take him all in all, naturahsts
agree that he is the most intelligent Of
animals. And why should he be afraid
Of mouses-New York Tribune.
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WaterburyFire Alarm
LOCATION OF BOXES.


The following are the FIRE Alarm signals
under the new system:
Ia Rogers Bro
1-3 Cor East Main and Niagara streets
Ia Cor East Main and Molcott ROAD.
Is Cor High and Walnut streets.
1-6 Cor East Main anu Chelry stFee'S'
II Cor East Main and Cole streets
81 Cor North Elm and hinGshury streets
%, Cor North Elm. North Main anu Grove
streets.
"A Waterbury Manufacturing company
2-5 Cor North Main and North streets
&c Cor buckingham anu Cooke Nteets'
% Cor Grove and Prospect streets
IS Cor Hillside avenue and Flne street
20 Cor Johnson and MaterVliie streets
a-l-2 The Platt Bros X Co..
ia Waterbury CLOCK company 'ni'NeiieH'
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Guest-What is that pretty little oc-
tavo volume?
The German Linguist-That's new
edition of my rules of German grammar.
Guest-And what are those quarto vol
umes near it?
The German Linguist-Those are the
exceptions to the rules. Chicago Record.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

An Irish laborer, great favorite with
his fellow workmen, was honored at his
funeral by their offering of an enormous
floral anchor. The widow had never
seen the like, but mother wit helped her
to its name-she thanked the givers
warmly for "Patsy's pick. "-Exohange.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Mother-Now, Hannah Moore would
make you a splendid wife. She can cook,
wash and iron beat carpets, and has good
sense. What a contrast to that tickle mind
ed Josephine Perkins!
Son-But love Josephine
Mother (resignedlyl-Well, love is blind,
| suppose!-Truth.
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which WILDE held
on Dec. 10. Mayor
Swift represents
the Elevent b
ward Of Chicago
in the board of
aldermen and has
still a year Of his
term of office in
that capacity to
serve. He may
be said to have
IN a d e his en-
trance into public
ne
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Little Dick-I know why little colored
boys is so happy.
Little Don-Why:
Little Dick-'Causet their mothers can't
tell when their hands are dirty.-Gcod
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Will you please have these biscuits
warmed for me- asked 4 patron Of q
Sixth street restaurant of waiter one
night last week. Very sorry. >ir hut
the cook is taking nap, and Tin not al
lowed 10 open the oven doors" replied
the knight Of the tray. The customer
ate crackers. Cincinnati Enquirer
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one hand, with the other she was draw
ing a long black lace scarf over her face,
which in the dim light was CHASTITY and
| terrible to see.
Just as she reached the lower stairs a
msn stepped quickly out from the cor
ner of the hall. Mauricel
Without word he confronted her.
She stared at him for an instant with
dilating eyes; then, evidently realizing
her helplessness, with gasp fell for
ward. He caught her in his arms and
carried her up the stairs. l heard the
moment shut. Then key softly clicked
in q lock, and presently Maurice came
down the stairs again.
He came into the drawing room.
Prudence he said in low voice, ARE
you here?'
Eyes, 1 responded, going toward him.
Are you ready?"
YES"
''Give me your hand. AhI Pulse oil
right, nerves steady. Good. Come"
"But Portia''-
"Well, what of herr
''She is i'll. ought to go to her."
''She will soon be better. 1t is nothing
serious. You can help her more by going
10 the swamp than in any other way"
He drew me out upon the piazza,
wrapped my shawl closer about me, and
tucking my hand under his arm led the
way down the path toward the swamp.
There was no conversation. We
walked in utter silence. Once or twice
he turned and looked back. l had a
fancy that he was looking TO see if we
were followed.
Just as we came to the wall and the
closed gate dark figure rose suddenly
up, it seemed to me, from the earth.
suppressed a faint shrek.
Don't be alarmed" said Maurice.
Jake, is that you:'
Yes" answered the big overseer.
you have your rifle
Eyes, sir
"Are the boys at hand:"
Yes, sir; here they are" as two
brawny negroes stepped out of the dark
ness.
That's all right. Now, don't appre-
bend any trouble; still there may be
some. 1 wish the lady to be protected
in any event. You remain here close by
the gate. If you hear my pistol, come;
otherwise wait for u.s."
"All right, sir" replied Jake.
Mr.. Raymond drew key from his
pocket and opened the gate.
He held out his hand.
Come, Prudence" he said.
We stepped through the gate. He did
not lock it behind us.
Remember. Jake" he said in low
tone, ''if You hear my pistol, lose no
time"
Yes, sir
Black, Shiny and filthy stretched the
morass about Us. We were in Dead
Mans swamp.
Hts Invariable Rule.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Teachcr-Who can tell me what use
full article we get from the whale?
Johnny -Whalebone.
Teacher-Right. Now, what little boy
or girl knows what we get from the seal2
Tommy-Sealing wax-Racket
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Small Boy-Want yer satchel kerried,
mister?
Elderly Traveler-Why, you're too lit
tie, my son, to carry as heavy satchel
as this.
Small Boy-Yes'r. Mebby you wouldn't
mind givin me nickel for offerin to kerr
ry it.-Chicago Tribune.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20
A MAYOR PRO TEN.

The Man Who Succeeds the Late Carter
Harrison of Chicago.
1t is but short term that Chicago's
temporary mayor, George B. Swift, will
have to serve unless indeed he is chosen
to succeed himself at the special election
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

The largest Gothic church in the world
is Cologne cathedral. Its foundation
stones were laid in 124s. and the edifics
WAS comnleted in 1850.
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A Measure of safety

Gummey-Don't you get tired of
young Higgins nightly visits to your
daughter and his staying until after mid
night?
Glanders-Not at all. I'regard him
as a protection against burgIars.-De-
troit Free Press.
Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-20

Dear Miss Mildred,'' wrote the young
editor, Il find it impossible to tell you by
word of mouth what l have been longing
for months to say. My palsied tongue re-
fuses to do the bidding of my will when
am in your presence. l am under the ne
cessity therefore OF writing to you to tell
you how ineNpressibly dear to me you have
become, and to ask if you will consent to
be my wife. In replying please be brief,
omit the discussion of unimportant topics
and write only on one side of the Sheet
Chicago Tribune.