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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

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 decided to put up in the library instead of in the bedroom up stairs, partly be- cause it is more cheerful and partly be- cause I can have access to Saprani in the laboratory adjoining. The Gout. like ev- erything else in the universe, comes in waves. It has crises and intermissions. During the intermisSions it is probably not more trying than some pleasures are, and except for the inactivity it enforces believe 1 should rather like it.
 Another phenomenon worth noting is that have never felt in such extraordi- narily good spirits as l do now re- member several weeks ago lamenting my depressed and torpid state and pining for some torch to kindle me into blaze. The torch seems to have been applied. This very night is my apogee. It was no delusion. 1 can be great, as the future will show. All is well with me. And, standing where 1 do now, 1 can under stand all the obscurities and mistakes and disappointments of the past. 1 can see the path should have taken and the points where l strayed from it. How strange and Imaginable is the human race, voluntarily blinding, gagging and letter ing itself in the name of liberty and civilization! The air breathe is not the sluggish vapor of the earth, but the free ! and mighty atmosphere of space.
 We call men fools and liars, but it is their cowardice that has most harmed them. Who has been free from coward ice of one kind or another? To be fear less at all points, yet without rashness, is the beginning of wisdom and of power. Dare to know what you are and to belt; to know what you want and to do it. Surely this is not much. and yet what more is there?
 Women have been at the bottom of most of the mischief In that way they have taken full revenge for the out ward tyranny of men. They have stolen courage and fortitude from the hearts of their masters. Without them we could not exist, yet by them we lose the noblest spirit of life. But if woman be placed where she belongs she will strengthen us where now she makes us weak. And Sin fire shall be placed where she belongs! The security shall find in her will be the keystone in my arch of strength
 
 Ihave lighted my lamp and closed the shutters. It is dark night, but fair and dry, and for a summer night unusually | Stlll. The Cr1cketS ana tree toaQS are al most silent. Ever and anon hear the cry of whippoorwill. It is o'clock. The burglar hunters are probably back by this time, and perhaps the game is not far of. Deuce take this foot of minel would give more than can tell to be un. der the trees at this moment, or at least for a few hours clairvoyance to sec through distance and darkness and know all that is going on. Well, unless all signs fail the storm will have come and gone before long. Word is to be brought tc me as soon as anything happens.
 What is Sinfire thinking of now? And what is she doing? She does not seem far of. The sympathy between us is nc fancy. We live one life. In time perhaps weshall be aware of each others thoughts and movements even at distance.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
What She Could Do.

Do you never get out at aIls' The crippled girl shook her head And are you not able to read or writer
 No"
 Not even sew Il little:" persisted.
 "Oh, no, ma am, not even that"
 glanced around the small chamber. The ceiling was low, the furniture was scanty A single narrow easement admitted q feeble light and afforded vista of a dingy, de serted street. Cropping in my mind for some vantage ground on which To place her, and failing, l only vcntured hClplcSsly:
 "I am sorry to find you so hedged in"
 ''Oh, you forget that l can always look ont of the window the girl made answer, with n smile of serene content. What a world of philosophy was in her reply. Coupled with her unconscious rebuke it sank deep into my heart. There will be many in the sweet summer time whose easements give no view of sea or sky or mountain.
 To such would I in infinite tenderness bring little message, beginning with the reflection that ever so small a window is better than the darkness of n dungeon which does not sound very wise or orig inal, but which would bc well to remem- ber Even if there be nothing pleasant to see, some rays of sunshine are likely to be reflected by the blank wall opposite.- Chicago Herald.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
The Man at the Theater.

The moment the chief buffOon of the piece appeared on the stage my neighbor clapped his hands until thought he would split his gloves-for he wore Gloves-and he ehuckled, and heard him whisper to his companion: There he is. He's i'm mense." And saw that he was the owner of finely adjusted hair trigger laugh. For the moment the comedian approached a jest, the very approach fired my neighbor's s gun of exclamation. The completion of the jest, with its accompaniment of facial and bodily contoTtions, melted loud squeals of joy and other manifestations of delir- ious delight. But when, by accident, a witty line occurred, the person seemed
 bored and glum.
 On examining the audience found that he WAS only one of many, although he was a most remarkable specimen of his kind But what one word in our noble language describes the kind3 Ieudgeled my brains | in vain; but after had sent my boy to beI | I dropped into the club, and my accom- plished young friend, the publisher, cam | to my aid. "You must coin a word :" h.
 said, ''after the manner of Louis Carroll | Nothing is simpler. A man guffaws whei
 he sees the buffoon. Therefore the maj himself is a guffoon." l think this wor ''gufoonn is worthy of adoption
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

of free1ivers, and yet he suffered scarcely at all from the hereditary ailment, and it has cropped out in me in pure wanton- ness direct from my grandfather, who suffered terribly, by>an accounts, while my two elder brothers go free and drink their fill. However, it so happens that I have made a special study of the disease and shall be able to doctor myself with out calling in my worthy friend, Drys- dale, my popular and successful rival in the local field. Gout is confoundedly painful, especially when you cannot so- lace yourself with "reminiscences of An Rcreontic nights of compensation.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
Wonderful Stones.

The brain of the tortoise was supposed to contain a wonderful stone, which was eff cacious in extinguishing fire, and when placed under the tongue would produce prophetic inspiration. Another stone pos sessing the latter property was to be found in the eye of the hyena. The head of the cat, however, was thought to con- tain what would undoubtedly have been the most wonderful and most desirable treasure of all, could it have only had a real instead of an imaginary existence, for that man who was so fortunate as to pos sess this precious stone would have all his wishes granted.-Chambers' Journal.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

think had a drowsy moment myself.
 Some one stamped noisily into the other room and asked for whisky. I glanced out. It was the mill man of Idy's infatuation. He flung himself at length on a bench behind the cook stove and lay with shut eyes. His clothes were dripping with thin mud, and an air of utter weariness pervaded his attitude.
 "He had scarcely looked at the boom house man. Iglanced at him, however, and became aware that his aspect had changed. Something like life shone in the pale eyes under that unkempt hair. He was standing still, just staring with half blind gaze at the man on the bench.
 Suddenly he stepped forward like 8 shadow.
 "It's you, ain't it?' he said.
 The man on the bench shot round a startled gaze. He saw the revolver in the lean hand leveled toward him. He must have recognized Idy's father in the figure standing over him, sternly poised as to deed of necessary vengeance.
 ''I knowed God Almighty d give you up to me soon or late" said the old man simply. T waited. They ain't nothin to say. You know what you're dyin for"
 The whole thing was singularly pas sionless and without any aspect of trag- edy. On the stove painful of meat crackled. Noises from outside came distinctly. The candle fiickered and cast a thread of light on the lifted face of the man on the bench.
 myself had a sense of inability to move or speak. The innkecpcr's girl slept on. Whatever consciousness had seemed to be in the millman's frame. passively awaiting sharp. metallic click. There was no chance at all for him. He seemed to see this and to take it calmly.
 Go on" he said. Il wrongetI you. I've got-a little daughter-myself If you've any heart in yOu-don't say why
 His voice broke.
 The briefest instant passed. And then there was q sound, but not the sound we waited for. The boumhouse man moved little. The rigor left his form, and saw his arm fall slowly against his side.
 II ain't going to kill you." he nut tered You got q daughter. Go and see as no black hearted villain steals her from you."-Eva w. McGlasson.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
| WANT TO KNOW.

She came from way down east, they said, And being introduced she led Me there to recapstulnte The city's phases up to date, And when my full directory had retailed she said to me
 "I want to knowz'' told her everything 1 knew That worthy was of interview; Retailed to her each shopping mart The homes of drama, music, art, Tho drives, menageries and parks Described with eloquent remarks The watering places roundabout, Enthused OCT each excursion route, Talked till, fin fact, my tongue grew weak, Then heard again in accents meek
 "I want to knowY" Angels of mercyl Had then Obeyed the impulse born of men And with warm maledictions hurled That spinster to tho lower world From open window where I sat, Would not the gods approved of that2
 want to know7
 Boston Courier
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
-Harper S Bazar.
 WhMA Me Like.

 sChubb, tits nice leg of mutton, with a butter gravy and capers. And like''- But" says Mrs. Scragg, breaking in, lis there anything more horrid than pickled tripe? I can't bear it"
 "My favorite saucc," Mrs, Chubb con tinues, ''is fried apple sauce; and scalloped apples can't get enough of"
 "Lawsr' eNclaims Mrs ScraGE, you don't say so! No kind of fruit agrees with me. And I don't see how anybody can eat those miserable things they call olives" So they 20 on for an hour. Well, l must Ie going" says Mrs SCraCg, rising at last We've had a real pleasant timc,'' Throughout the whole interview Mrs Chubb has been talking about the things she likes and Mir. SCrac- has been talking about the things she docs not like Each one has been following her own temPera- ment: and while she has not been at all in terested in what the other has said she has been greatly interested in what she herself has said.
 This principle of compromise is general ly the basis of these little conversations about food.-Youth's Companion
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
Elm in Town Meeting.

A town warrant was tackled upon the school house door in a neighboring town recently ordering town meeting for some issue therein stated. Some waS, noticing it, added among the articles of the meet ing, And to see how much the town will appropriate to have Jim Blanks hair cut" " meaning a well known character whose hair had never been cut. The article was read by the moderator in a businesslike manner with the rest, and he inquired what action would be taken on it before he discovered anything wrong. Jim was there himself, and it was all the town could do to keep him from cleaning them all out. -Belfnst (Mel Age
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
A MhnIc Caught Mapping.

"Oh, yes; I know this is the season for fish stories, but what I am telling you is a fact, vouched for by all hands," indignant ly remarked Ship Chandler John Recce, in reply to some incredulous smiles upon the part of his auditors. Mir. Rcece, as is his custom of an afternoon when the cares of business permit, had been rcgaling the habitues of his captains rooms with some of his racy sea stories, and the talk had turned on whaling.
 Talking of whales" he suddenly ex- claimed, "when my friend, Captain Pcarn, now commanding the steamship Circas- sian Prince, had charge of the Ocean Spray, he met with an extraordinary adventure Tho vessel in question was on her way to Lisbon, and while crossing the Bay of Bis cay one night she brought up with a most tremendous shock. Captain Pearn was below at the time but rushed on deck fully believing that the Ocean Spray was foul of another vessel.
 The lookout came flying aft with hair standing on end and covered with blood. As nothing could be made of the incoherent explanations of the dumfounded sailor a movement was made for'ad and the mys- tery was solved. A huge whale was athwart the cutwatcr partly severed in two, the dolphin striker, or to use n mod ern term, martingalc, sticking into his back The cetacean was fully seventy feet long, and had evidently gone into his death furry. While they wcro gazing at the monster the plunginS of tkc vessc! in the waves-it was blowing nine knot breeze -releascd the carcass and floatcd it off to leeward In the morning, when the watch was called on to wash decks, it was seen that the forectstle, foot of foretOpmast staysail and inner jib were sprayed with blood.
 The lookout man said that the blood spurted up like fountain, and as he was standing just by the weather cathead he got the full benefit of it. When the Ocean Spray was docked it was discovered that seven or eight sheets of copper had been torn off the stem. The whale was proba- bly asleep at the time.-Philadelph In Quirer.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
WaterburyFHe Alarm
LOCATION OF BOXES.

I The following are the Fire Alarm Signals under the new system: I-a Rogers X Bro.+ 1-i Cor Fast Main and Niagara streets. IT Cor East Main and Wolcott r"ad- 1-5 Cor High and Walnut streets It Cor East Main and Cherry streets l7 Cor East Main and Cole streets a-1 Cor North Elm and kingShury streets. r,r North Elm. North Main and Grove
 streets.
 .-, Waterbury Manufacturing company" .z CT North Main and North streets a-f Cor Buckingham and Cooke streets a- C,r tir,y, and Prospect streets a-s Cor Hillside avenue and Pine street a-n Cor Johnson and Watcrvillc streets a1-a The Platt Bros X C''-+ a-1-4 Waterbury Clock company 'm"Nrm'h'
 mcnt factpry)-%
 B Exchange place. .-a Cor West Main and Willow streets. ;-t Cor West Main and Wat"rt"wn r'''dA 3-7 Hor~c Car Railroad sIatlr-' 3-6 Waterbury Brass company 3-7 Cor Cedar and Meadow streets s-S Cor Grand and Field streets 3-I-2 Cor Bank and Meadow streets 3-1-3 Randolph X Cl0wc~f 3-1-4 Plume X Atwood Manufacturing com
 pany.~ 3-o-a Holmes. Booth X Haydcns* 3-a-i Cor Charles and Porter streets a-a-5 Cor Simun- street and Washington aN" i Cor south Main and Grand streets B Cor south Main and Clay streets. 4-3 Waterbury Watch company 4-t Benedict X Burnham Manufacturing
 company
 It Waterbury Buckle company 4-7 Cor South Main and Washington Nt~. Scovill Manufacturing company 5-a Cor Franklin and Union streets. B Waterbury Clock Co lease factory. 5-4 Cor Clay and Mill streets. 5-6 Cor Liberty and River streets. 57 No. Hose House. 5-s Cor Baldwin and Stone.Strect~.
 6 Cor Bridge and MaEill streets. @ Cor Doolittlc alley and Dublin street. --* Private.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

What gulf night is between one day and another. Sometimes it may mark a transition as great as between this life and the next. The night that separates the maiden from the woman, the wife from the mother, innocence from guilt is the distance between the body and the spirit wider than these?
 What will the morning bring forthr Will it find me as I am now? Hardly. Nothing will be as it is now-not even the Creator of all The veil of the future is not so impenetrable as has been main- tained. Again and again has it become transparent to certain eyes at certain seasons. Sickness and health, calamity and joy, life and death; have been fore seen and foretold, but one thing has never been foretold. and that is the effect of a new experience upon a human soul
 Have I been asleep? fancy so, and l have had strange dream. But it was only dream. Everything around me is unchanged-my paper, my books, my chair. my stool with my foot upon it But it is near morning. Was it dream? Has anything happened outside while l slept?
 Some one is knocking at the door
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

To the Grand Army of the Republic we are indebted for one of the most interest ing and impressive of our ceremonial days that on which the graves of the soldiers are decorated. The idea originated in the mind of German who had served as a private in the Union army, whose name has not been preserved.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
CHAPTER XI.

Considering that my regimen of life has been the least self indulgent of any of my fathers sons, this seems hardly fair. But there is nothing fair in hered- ity, whether its gifts be good or bad. It is srrant theft or bribery, as the case may be. Father himself came of line
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
onc Way to Get Rid of n cousin.

Were going O break up housekeeping" she said, addressing the horse car load of people through her lady companion. I thought you loved New York Not going away?"
 "Nno, not exactly. You sec we're tired of housekeeping and arc going to boarding. We shall store our furniture. Joe thinks it's the only way cut Well try it again after awhile, you know.'
 What's the matter? I'm sure you were as snug and happy as two people could well be when was up, You haven't been try ing to cook?'
 "Oh, no, we have the very best kind of a servant. Dear, deari I'm afraid shan't be able to get her when we go back to housekeeping again. It is so hard to get good servants, and she is such treasure. We were so happyn'
 Well, what on earth, child'-
 "The fact is, Joe's cousin came on here some time ago and won't go away, plague on him! He just stays and stays and staysl And he's brought the child for me to take care of. And he's spent all his money and thinks he'll stay here and maybe look for job. But he'll never work-not if he can help it. He is such n polite and refined sort of man, too, neither of us can tell him to go. We don't believe he would go if we'd tell him, see? So Joe and have agreed that the best way is to throw up the flat. When the fellow goes away or falls in the river, or something, we'll fix up again. Now, isn't that real alCunning?"- New York Herald.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

EIsGnulnH HCf arm ana ScUTCGtn SGTllltnn
 10 take aim. she pulled thc triJgcr.
 It would be useless for me to think O. leaving my rooms for the next three or four days at least and inasmuch as the burglar hunt comes off tomorrow night it is plain that in this, as in other things of life, my part is to be still that of an onlooker. Certainly, if any one attempts to burgle my precious Saprani, for in stance, 1 shall-well, on second thought l would as well allow Saprani to act for herself. She has arguments as effective as ever proceeded from a feminine mouth. Seriously shall be as secure as a robber baron in his castle and as comfortable as the gout permits, and since no one will know but that 1 am away with the rest l might chance to pick off an unsuspecting Jack Sheppard from my bedroom window.
 It has been finally arranged that the party shall really drive down to the cabin on the lake, arriving there soon after sunset and that when the ladies have been settled there they shall be left un- der the protection of the old Scotch gar | dener and his boy, while John, Henry and Tom, the groom, shall ride back to Cedarcliffe and lie in wait in certain fa-
 
 The house is to be locked up and left ab- solutely empty-except for me. Mother was very anxious that somebody should be left to attend upon me, but I ex- plained to her that that would be enough to give me St. Nitus' dance in addition to my other troubles. In fact, 1 have rather genius for solitude. and this af- fair will give me brief opportunity of | indulging it.
 They started an hour or more ago and | by this time are nearly at the lake, and am here alone, with books, paper and pens, box of cigars and my foot band aged up in flannel and resting on a stool A pair of crutches lean against the table at my side. with which, when necessary, can make shift to hobble about My l bed is made up on the sofa close by
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
Sunday Dinner BijOu Cafe.

S"uP- E,,uillun Francaise Cream of new Green Peas au CUutun.
 Fish Boiled Blue Fish a h Mafre de Hotel BiloW Potatoes. Lettuce. RadiShes
 B.,iln,l Smoked Beef Tongue with Greens EntTCC-- Ham CrCspuettfS aH PeftiS PniS Curr1e of Lobster with Rice. BraisSfd Reef Slth MuShrs;ms, Chocolate Cream Fritters Glaee au Vanilla. Roast-TTime Ribs of Beef Dish Grayv Spring Lamb. Mint Sauce
 NcsetablCS-MaShei Potatoes Spinaeh Green Peas. StcWed Tomatoes
 De~-ert-Iemon Meringo Pudding p1lrir,- kin Pie. Rruharb Pie, Green Apple Pie
 Dinner from 2 ra p.m-. .Iul- II -s7
 THOMAS O'CoNNEII- Proprietor. MILES F. CONNOLLY. Manager.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25
WHY DO SanderSOn Bros.
 And Go. 84 BANK STREET, WATERBURY. SELL CLOTHING,
 HATS AND Furnishing Goods Cheaper than any other
 Concern ?

Because they belong to the New England Clothing syndicate who operate 27 different stores, thus being the largest buyers in the United State.
 Because they buy for spot cash and sell for spot cash.
 Because using such Immense Quantities of goods, can buy di- rect from the factory, thus sav- ing jobbers' profit.
 Bug your Fall Hat of US, and and have the correct style and the lowest price in America.
 Our $1. .46 Hat equals any $2.oo in Waterbury.
 Our $1.oO Hat cannot be sold elsewhere less than S2.5o, and our S2. so Hat is the best ouali- ty now manufactured.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-25

Do you never get out at all:" The ippled girl shook her head And are
 Ill not able to read or writer
The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-11-22
BURNED TO DEATH.

A School Teacher and One OF Her Pupils
Perish In q Burning School House TIVE
Brave Boys Save the Lives of Twenty
Small Children.
NUNDA, N. Y, Nov. 15.-The school
house at Cooperville took fire and the
teacher with one of her scholars was
burned to death, was the startling re-
port that reached the village about II
o'clock yesterday. The school house
is situated about two miles north Of
this village and Miss Porter, a young
lady, was the teacher. She lived here
with her aunt The only door to the
school house opens into q large wood.
shed on the south side, which was
filed with wood. By some means un.
known to any one this took fire before
the morning recess and was a mass Of
flames when Miss Porter opened the
door. The flames came into the school
room as from furnace, under the high
wind, and it is supposed Miss Porter
was suffocated almost at once by her
clothing taking FIRE, as she stepped
back a few feet and fell where her
body was found. Her head was nearly
all burned away and also one leg.
John Willard, aged years, son OF Con-
rad johnson, was also burned TO death.
He ran TO the teacher for protection,
when he met his sad fate.
There were about twenty scholars in
the school when the fire burst in at the
door, and as Miss Porter opened the
door all was at once confusion. There
were two negroes In the school room,
Melvin and Charles Chambers, aged IS
and II years, sons OF James Chambers,
and the oldest boys in the school.
Their action undoubtedly saved many
lives. The only door to the school
house was sea of flames and no one
could escape that way. The boys
dashed out the windows and literally
threw the children out TO save their
lives
Melvin was severely burned about
his face, but remained In the school
house until every child was rescued.