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Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
A Double Murder.

Word was received at Pittsfeld, Mass. Tuesday that Mrs Rhods Horton and her daughter Eliza were murdered at Stephentown on Monday by George Her. man, a farmer, who then attempted suicide. Herman, although 8 married man, IS said to have been infatuated with Miss Horton who repulsed his ad- yances,
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02

Nathan l. Birge. 76, a wealthy and prominent manufacturer of Bristol died Sunday morning of heart disorder.
 Mrs Phoebe Williams died st New Bedford, Mass, Oct 31. She was born in Colchester, Conn.,. Nov. 23, l797 and was a daughter of Ebenezer Hill Revo- lutionary soldier who lived to be 110..
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
NEWS NOTES.

Deputy Sheriff Charles A. Corey of Millerton arrested Richard Berghman Frdy fs sandsy 1ahgs 6oeg 6eagDy took Ss s to Millerton N T., where he was want ed for stealing horse from Augustus Jenks last April. Berghman confessed and was taken to the county jail te await the action of the grand jury.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
BORN.

BALDwIN-At New Haven, Oct 22, g daughter, Grace Howard, to Mir and Mrs Edward Baldwin of West Corn wall
 KRBY-In Silver street, Sheffield, Oct. 27, daughter to Mir and Mrs Joseph B. Kirby.
 NoDNE-At Great Harrington. Oct. 30, slaughter to Mir and Mrs James Ill., ram Nodine. KELLoea-At Sheffield, Mass, October 26.s son to Frank and Grace Kellogg.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
A Common Danger.

If you have ever had a cold which you per mitted to wear away" it may interest you to know it was a dangerous proceeding. Every cold and cough which is neglected paves the way for consumption, bronchitis asthma or catarrh. Otto's Cure, the famous G e rman throat and lung remedy, will cure any cough or cold and save you from consum ption. Sold by all druggists. Prices 25 and 50c. per bottle
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02

Ladies clean your kid gloves with La Belle glove cleaner, for sale only by Jackson, Eggleston & Go, headquarters for gloves and sole agents for the famous Paragon Kid glove, all the leading shades. Gloves fitted and warranted.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
HUNT & CO.'S NEW CLOAK ROOM.
A Demand for Increased Space and Better Light Met by Leasing Addi- ti0nal Space.
Yours Truly, J. w. Matthews & Go.
Berkshire Courier, Oct. 26.l

uOudf SpdCc.
 Berkshire Courier, Oct. 26.l
 B. P. Hunt < Go. are transferring their stock of cloaks, capes and similar goods from the room long occupied to 8 large double front room of the Watson block. which will be arranged especially for the purpose and which will give greatly increased space and much bet ter light for showing the goods. The new cloak room Is immediately over the front of the store and is lighted by win dows looking out on Main street and also by windows on the north, It is nearly 40 feet square. The room lately occupied is to be used hereafter for the purpose of storing surplus stock. The firm has already leased largo portion of the hallway, cutting the same of from the other portion by putting in glass partition. The cloak business has grown to such an extent with Hunt & O. during the past year or two that the additional space became actually neces- aary
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02

WTANTED-sEyERAL BRIGHT AND
 w HONEST persons to represent us as Managers fin this and close by counties. Salary S900 year and expenses. Straight bona-fide, no more, no less salary. Position permanent. Our references, any bank In any town. It is mainly office work conducted at home, Reference. Enclose self-addressed stamped envelope. TIE DOMINION OoM- PASY, Dept. 8, Chicago.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02

Itchiness of the skin, horrible plague. Most everybody afflicted in one way or another. Only one safe, never failing cure. Doan's Ointment. At any drug store, 50 cents.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
Farm For Sale.

The farm in Canaan Valley known as the H. J. Mead farm "A acres, good buildings, several acres of wood, pasture and farming land. For particulars and terms apply to
 l. V. JOHNSON.
 Forestyille Conn.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02

The little folks love Dr Woods Nor way Pine Syrup. Pleasant to take; per fectly harmless. Positive cure fer coughs, colds, bronchitis, asthma.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
Breeders and Ducks.

For sale now-Two Champion Breeders, capacity 100 chicks each. Win sell for S2.50 each; Also Pekin Ducks just right to fatten by Thanksgiving.
 J.S. ADAM, Canaan, Conn.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
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Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
MARRIED.

PAGE-BENEDICT-At South Kent, Oct. 25, at the residence of the brides mother, by Rev B. M. Wright of Orange, Conn, Merritt W. Page and Miss Cora Benedict.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
FARM FOR SALE

Now Is good time to buy farm, and the Kellogg farm at South Canaan, Conn, is a good farm 70 buy. For description of farm, and terms, call on or address
 SAMUEL o. BEcKLKY, Executor. Post Office address, Canaan, Conn.
Connecticut western news., 1899-11-02
Straw Wanted. Am paying s7 per ton for rye straw.
 IN. VANDEusEN
TO RENT,

The rooms over Camps drug store to rent after November 1st.
 ". H. CAMP.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1899-12-21
you WON'T PLAY IN THIS PIECE AT ALI, Will your,

faced the truth in the coolest light. II
she could do anything to save herself
now, it would only be staving off the
evil hour, and only for a little while.
q very little while. She was plainly
aging, for all those thin amber curtains,
for all the wiles she practiced on her
self. She knew every detail of her de-
cline-the lines around her eyes, the
falling of the delicate curve of the
cheek. She had kept her figure, she was
always saying to herself, but she knew
she had lost something-not much, but
still much in clitheness and move
ment. She knew she was getting that
dreadful little careful way of putting
her feet down on the stage, because her
light, youthful gait was no longer spon-
taneous. How many actresses had she
watched pass into oblivion with that
curious, careful step! And in oblivion
what was there? How did they endure
1T? She knew a great deal about that.
Some said they were happy, happy
enough. They got along somehow. Most
Of them who had ever known triumphs
were more or less crazed, like morphine
eaters without their drug. Dead listless-
ness or impotent malice against all the
world orssonle oapricious compound Of
both filled their days. Ugh, how
hideous was the malice Of some of those
ugly old women who had been the beau
ties Of their time!
Well, she must soon come to their es-
tate. She would admit 1t now and make
'up her mind what she should do. WAX
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that this time she could and would
work a miracle. She knew arts and de-
vices that would carry her through
once more. Chaplin had moved to shelve
her early, and he would listen to her.
He would yield to her now she knew.
Afterward--well, there would be time
to think 1t all over. Perhaps she would
marry George Rexford. She had all
ways thought, maybe she would some
time, and to marry after fresh tri-
umph would be better than when it
was demonstrated that her day was
done. Yes, and perhaps 1t would be
easier. Her face grew grimmer as that
thought pierced her. George kept up
the old pose. but not with the old ardor.
New lovers, too, had been strangely few
for the last two years. Well, she'd
change the face of things there with
the little part too. She could give it
something possessed by nothing she had
done for years. Then she would see
about marrying him. She liked HIM
but to be. just somebody's wife was a
weary prospect. 8
This had always been Mays attitude
about marriage. Something in her Irish
blood and her early Roman Catholic
training had saved her from light views
OF a contract that still, though all her
religious habits had long lapsed, wore
for her eyes the aspect of a sacrament
but feeling that marriage was fixed
and permanent bond she shrank from
It's imprisonment She had never had a
traaa ct the usual feminine feeling ~
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bursts Of egotism, the egotism Of youth
and of the actress.
"oh. darling Miss Doyle. think of I'll!
have Rose. never dreamed of such
a thing. had to come to you right
away. You're SO lovely always about
my parts, about everything, and 1
wanted to talk this over with you OF
course 1t isn't good enough for you, but
for little me it's great, amt It? oh, II
I could just touch the hem OF your gar
ment, but you are such peerless
genius in parts like that! But you will
read the lines with me, won't you? I
want to show that I've got hold of the
feeling at the very first rehearsal.
Chaplin will be watching me so."
May. smiled and nodded. She could
not have spoken, her throat was con-
|stricted. 1t was not necessary. for Jes-
sic went babbling on. II May had lived
lifetime after that, the picture Of
Jessie then and there must have stood
out sharp to the last IN her memory
the fiuGiness of her red gold hair, the
smooth lines of her gray tailor made
gown over. her plump figure and the
way she stood as II on tiptoe and beat
a tattoo Of triumph on one gloved palm,
with the rolled manuscript she carried
in the other; :ls
May smiled and nodded, because in
one strange startled instant she saw
she could do nothing else. She was a
prisoner locked within her own gra-
cious habits, and chained, too, by
leride. And If these bands we've ,aasen-
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ever since IT trauspired that chaplin had

ever since It transpired that Chaplin had
bought the play.
Well she was glad the blow had
fallen. that she knew what she was
waiting for! A sense of relief, relief at
being brought face to face with her
lurking fate. was the feeling Some
thing gallant. some fighting instinct,
awoke in this butterfly of woman as
she gathered herself together and rose
from the table. Always there had ex-
listed in her strength that rarely APP
peared, another and different self
from the self she habitually lived with.
She was butterfly, an artist, yet still
butterfly, but she never could have
done what she had but for powers I'M
reckoned in her philosophy of life. Now
she turned upon grim destiny the look
of a creature at bay, maddened, but un-
f1inching. And again In the shelter of
her own room she crouched on foot
stool, tense beneath her soft finery, her
eyes, always haunted by shadow Of
doom. opened wide and seeing nothing.
She who lied to herself continually now
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didn't more of them kill themselves?
The wonder interjected itself between
other thoughts. But Chaplin was wrong
to shelve her in this piece. She saw
now why he had taken it. 1t was for
the very purpose of calling her down.
She could do nothing with the mother
She knew nothing about such parts.
He might as well ask her to play Fall
staff. That was where she was worse
off than SO many people. She could not
exc out her little hour when youth was
flown. Chaplin knew that, and never
theless he was ready to drop her. Well
he was making mistake in this case.
He was too previous. She could play
this girl-what was her name? Rose.
She could play Rose as not another wo-
man living could. She could make the
little part stand out like pearl and
carry the piece. She would go to him
and tell him SO. She'd remind him that
Amy had laid the foundation of his
fortune. She would tell hinl--yes. she
would say the word-that she knew he
thought her too old for the part, but
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in it was to be found a dignity and sta
ton denied to the unmarried woman.
She felt 1t to be refuge for the COM
monplace, the natural resource of wo-
men who could not be as she was, an
artist whose art and personal triumph
We're one sweet thing.
The bell rang, and coming up the
hall she heard Jessie Vrouman talking
to Ellen. She sprang to her feet, her
eyes lighting up with new pain.
Strangely enough in the whir of her
mind no thought had come as to who
was supplanting her. Now she knew.
OF course At was Jessie Vrouman, and
living hate leaped in her heart. Then
it died or seemed to die under the wave
of horror of herself that swept over her.
Can come in ~ said Jessie, with a
prolonged gay little rap at the door.
Mays was a nature of the rarest
sweetness, spoiled, Impoverished, by a
life of self aggrandizement, with no
anchorage for her soul. She was q
creature as irrationally equipped for
such life as mans. in such a world
as this, as well could be, yet nothing
had ever changed the gentleness and
kindness of her heart. More than that,
with her ingrained habit of seeing
things through an actress eyes, she
had recognized her type (of course
without definite thought) and had long
since cast herself for the part of q
sweet woman, and instructive art gave
her smoothness to nature and ieighten-
ed her effects.
Now, when murderous jealousy flowed
for an instant within her, her identity
seemed gone, and but moment ago
she had shuddered at the malice of the
living dead! Was she SO soon trans
formed?
Jessie Vrouman had been a pet Of
hers Jessie was not so very pretty. It
was pleasant not to be as other leading
women to the young girls about, and
deeper-May's starved, unheeded ca
pacity for affection swayed her here.
Her unnatural life was desolately
lonely, little as she comprehended the
fact, and her potential maternity had
rung through her kindness to this child
whose life was all to live.
She took a moment to smooth her
countenance and then welcomed her
guest with no sign Of agitation. She
might have spared herself pains, for
Jessie was clearly conscious Of nothing
in the world but herself.
She paid the leading woman her es-
tablished tribute of worshipful flattery
perfunctorily between irrepressible
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NANCY RANKS, Loom.

The loom on which Miss Nancy
Hanks, the mother Of the great emanci.
pator, Abraham Lincoln, did her weav-
ing is now owned by Dan Smith Of Gar
field. The story goes that Nancy used
to make regular trips from her home
in Larue county to Stephensport. On
her route she would stop and weave
cloth for people. It seems that one Of
her customers, John Martin, came into
possession of the loom, and at the sale
after his death it was bought by old
George Burlington. In time he died.
and the loom was fallen heir to by Mrs.
Patsy Macy. At her death the place
was sold to Mr.. Smith, and the loom
was put in with other property. This
loom is made Of white, oak. and ell the
parts are decayed except the beam.
which is about eight inches in diameter
and eight feet long.
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ed with what weapons was she to meet
the monstrous egotism of this young
creature who knew and knew only what
she wanted? AT the moment (and all
was seen, felt and done in moment)
she stood baff1ed before Jessie, as we
are all baffied before lunatic. She
sat down, and Jessie began to read and
discuss her part. The artist came to
the woman's help, and she threw herself
| into the study, forcing forgetfulness of
all else and getting the relief of an
anodyne from an imaginative expert
ence remote from her cracking, crum-
bling world.
Before Jessie departed she stopped
| from the heights of her self absorption
to say:
You won't play in this piece at all,
will you?"
May knew her face changed She
was taken unawares, and she perceived
that Jessie instantly saw, guessed ev-
erything, guessed that she had the
mothers part. So the company had
been talking over her decline. Jessie
was prepared for her fall Jessie did
not wait for an answer. but burst into a
sudden rapture over the picture May
made in the glass in just that position.
Nevertheless May caught the plying
curiosity that for one instant cleaned
In her gray eyes.
| When she was gone. May dropped on
her bed and lay long. limp and still. all
the spring of combat gone out of her.
She wished She could weep, for while
one weeps thought is deadened, but she
had no tears. Why not get up and go
to Chaplin still? Why not, but then
why? So much humiliation, for what?
| The company would all know now
what had happened. Perhaps it would
get in the newspapers, and what bru-
talities might not they voice!
Then Jessie-it was not much matter
about Jessie-but to go back on all this
mornings attitude, to go back on all
her past petting and pushing of Jessie
| (and, though she was brutal this
morning, the child had loved her lit
tie, and she truthfully leaned on her
kindness now, to snatch Jessie's prize
and have the ugly squabble of that with
everything else. OF course it was not
much matter about Jessie, but withal
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, she was the obstacle poor May seemed

, she was the obstacle poor May seemed
to have no heart for crushing.
Play the mother, step down and out.
Younger women could play such parts
without losing caste. but for her-and
over the old ground again her mind
Travelled and again rebelled with final
rebellion. She could not be some one
else, and only some one else could be
SO humbled.
Then money. She had not money
enough to break away. go to Europe
and hide till she could gather her wits
together and conclude on next step.
She was in debt, of course. Oh, what
did that matter-what matter whether
I now or next year? When the crash
came. she must meet it. Must she?
whispering soft came this thought
Must she? And out of the torture
chamber Of life she saw door swing
open. and the blissful ease. of peace
after pain crept through her. She need
not stay to face the fire or the rock.
She could pass away from all this
wretched round Of dire alternatives
how simple and how sweet. And reflect
ing dimly, yet practically. like drowsy
child on how and when. she fell asleep.
She awoke as the snowy winter day
was failing. and still. yes (she noted her
mood as we feel sick mans pulse),
still SO peaceful. SO light and free, and
for SO long. she knew it now, waking
had been pain. She must dress and
dine and go to the theater. 1t would
never do to leave poor Chaplin without
his leading lady at this time Of day.
And she would act once more, exalt
and expand her lungs once more with
a dream-woman's love and death and
smell the gas she had complained of so
often and drink applause-tonight the
house should love her as it used to.
She instinctively knew her mood
might be broken and she again torn
and distracted, and at home she pro-
tected it as If 1t We're a trance from
which any jar might waken her. At
the theater, the blessed theater, she was
safe. 1t re-enforced her trance with its
own unfailing, familiar. preoccupying
INVESTIGATION. No outside interests ever
held their own amid the noise and ten
sion and gloom and glare beyond the
grimy little stage door.
Actors and stage hands watched May
with renewed interest that evening-it
was Christmas eve-because her charm
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a GoRGEous n1cYcLr

A gorgeous bicycle has just been sent
from France to an Indian rajah, the
parts which on an ordinary machine
are nickel plated being made Of gold.
Even the spokes are cased with gold.
while the gold cased rims are studded
alternately with turquoises and rubies.
A scarlet cloth held down with Jewels
covers the saddle.
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AsS~SoSA
uplifting ideals and selfiess devotions.
And all through the tumult of her feel
ings with a childish reiteration beat
the thought: She was olds she was
old!" And she had not rebelled; she
had not even repined! An hour before
all of argument that lay in her pres
ent experience could have been put to
her. and the words would have been
but as the wind that blows, but now it
was not words. but old loves, that came
home to her, and she was shamed. Her
tears eased her, and when they were
spent she turned from all thought of
the knots In her fate.
1t doesn't matter, 1t doesn't matter,
and I'll try and be good" she said
aloud, and with Quivering sigh she
closed her eyes and folded her hands
and slept. 81.
Christmas morning brought one Of
those curious turns in the lane that the
experienced learn to expect perennially.
May opened her eyes less miserably
than for many a morning past.
1T makes the mind very free to give
up striving and wishing and to think
only Of what Is given US to do and bear
ing what is laid upon u.s." ~
In a dim way, through vague sincere
religious aspirations that were part of
other feelings, tenderness and sanctities
belonging to the dead and the past, May
experienced this freedom. Rehearsal
was called for half past 10. May wiped
away submissive tears as she remem-
bered that, though 1t seemed to her
now that the worst was passed, the
worst was when she faced the company
last night. Ellen knocked and entered
with the mornings letters and with a
hearty merry Christmas greeting.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1899-11-28

son and the young girl to the back of
the enraged animal.
They fastened strips of the rawhide
around the bulls neck and body. and
then to these they tied the prisoners
arms and legs. Old Lame Wolf and his
daughter danced about in perfect &C.
stacy of frantic joy. The whole tribe
mounted their ponies, and at word
from the chief, the buffalo was cut
loose. He made a desperate lunge at
the horses nearest him, and then start
ed down the valley at the top of his
speed. Now. the Indians had no idea
of letting the bull and their prisoners
escape. They followed the animal yell
ing like demons, and raining arrows on
their victims. Fortunately for the
prisoners it was late in the evening,
and the buffalo ran into a thicket.
where the savages soon lost sight of
him. Briers. brush and thorns LAGER
ated the flesh of the poor boy and girl.
but somehow a ray of hope sprang up
in their bosoms. The bull never slack
ened his speed. but tore ahead through
the brush. and finally it grew dark and
the victims no longer heard the savage
yells of their pursuers. After a long
seemingly years. TO the young
people-the animal emerged from the
brush and ran out on the open prairie
They were saying to each other: I'VE
might escape yet when a new and
fearful danger startled them. Some of
the arrows had wounded the bull, and
he was leaving a trail of blood behind
him. A pack of hungry wolves had
struck this trail. and they were in hot
pursuit of the animal.
Very soon the wolves were in sight,
and Barison, whose face was toward
them, said that he thought there was
thousand of them. They were
81 ASKING their te lsh and yelping. as if
certain of their prey. Never were two
human beings in a more perilous sit
uation. They were bound hand and
foot, and it looked as if the hungry
pack would soon be upon them. The
bull turned as if to challenge his enc
mics, but when he saw that the prairie
swarmed with them, he evidently con-
cluded that his only hope of safety lay