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Personal inspection
Will convince yon that the Choicest
Fish, Shell Fish, Vegetables and
Fruit can be found at'
BENNELL’S,
31 Washington street.
Telephone No. 55 b.
Some Interesting Figures
CapRaJ Stock of the Four Great Banks of the World, Dec. 31, 1899
Bank of England.$86,047,935
Bank of France.. 36,050,000
Imperial Bank of Germany 28,560,000
Bank of Russia. 25,714,920
Total.$176,372,855
Funds held by the Mutual
Life Insurance Co. for the
payment of it* policies,
December 81, 1899.$301,844 537
Or $125,471,682 more than the combined
capital of theee famoui banks.
The haw form cf policy of the Mutual Life Insurance uouipany of New York,
Richard A. McCurdy, President, provides; First, the secnrity of 1801,844,537 of
assets; second, profitable investment; third, liberal loans to the insured; extended
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further information apply to
STEPHEN.C/GRIFFITH, Agent, Trust Co. Building, Morristown, N J.
GEORGE B. RAYMOND, General Agent for New Jersey!
No.“197 Market Street, Newark, N. J.
Comfortable and Stylish Taraouts,
Careful and Experienced Drivers,
are a feature at my Stable.
The Boarding of family, road and bus
iness horses a specialty.
The stable is under my personal super
vision.
HENRY W. ARMSTRONG,
Stable Junetlon Bank and Market Street*,
Morristown, N. J.
Telephone Call No.217.
Telephone Call No. (] b.
io SOUTH STPEET
Is recogniaoa as headquarters in Morristown'for
FISH, OYSTERS, CLAMS,
-AND- ..
CHOICE MARKETING
PERSONAL ATTENTION TO ORDERS
PROMPT DELIVERY
Orders Received for‘Oysters on the Half Shell
THAT GAME
OF EUCHRE.
We were great friends—Hughes, Ma
son, Bunn and I, all of the same fra
ternity. All are gone but myself.
Hughes died three years ago—he was
my especial partner and chum—while
Mason and Bunn died within a week
of each other, both of typhoid fever.
1 dreamed last night that I wandered
up into the chapter hall for some rea
son or other and, having nothing else
to do, sat down at the little table in the
anteroom, shuffled the cards idly for
awhile and then commenced playing
solitaire. It was rather late at night,
but the one flickering gas jet I had
lighted showed me the well known de
tails of the old hall as distinctly as in
reality.
I had become deeply absorbed in the
game, as solitaire can absorb a rather
solitary man, when all at once I seem
ed to be conscious of other presences
at the table besides myself. I glanced
up, and there opposite me, in the very
seat where he had played partners with
me a hundred times or more, sat
Hughes! I was somewhat startled, but
not especially surprised, and it seemed
the most natural thing in the world, on
looking to my right and left, to behold
Mason and Bunn in their ace»stomed
places. Their faces were calm and ex
pressionless, as they always were at
the card table—splendid players, both
of them, always so quiet and self con
tained that you could judge nothing
from their looks of how their luck was
going. But Hughes, who was more like
myself in temperament, smiled at me
and said:
"Well, old fellow, what’s the game?”
“Euchre,” I replied calmly, and, gath
ering up the cards, I shuffled nnd dealt
them, turning up hearts as trumps.
The others looked at their hands in
silence, but I regarded mine with jubi
lant satisfaction, for every card was a
heart, with the left bower and ace at
the top.
AU passed.
“Give rue your best, Tom, and I’ll go
it alone,” exclaimed 1 in confident
tones, but Hughes’ face was anxious
as be slid a card across the board to
me, and he said in a low tone:
“Be careful, Will. You are playing
against death!”
But when 1 looked at the card and
found it was the right bower my glee
quite overpowered the impression in
tended by his warning.
“Come on, then,” I laughed. “I'll
show old skull and crossbones a good
game.” But my grim antagonists said
never a word in reply. They sat there
silently, holding their cards in that
prim, methodical way I remembered so
well as characteristic of them.
Mason lend with a club, Bunn follow
ed suit, and I smiled triumphantly as 1
trumped the trick.
“If that's the way his nibs of the
white horse puts up his game,” I re
marked sarcastically as 1 led with a
low trump, “I’ll engage to give him a
few lessons.”
But my laughter soon changed as I
saw the slip I had made, for Mason put
on the nine and Bunn the queen of
hearts. Then 1 braced up, and when
Bunn lead with a diamond I raked in
the trick with a flourish. Still Hughes
was watch inaflie anxiously from across
the small table.
“Now,” thought 1, “I will draw that
joker, if either of those-fellows have it,
after which the game is mine.”
Accordingly, with well feigued diffi
dence, 1 led with my left bower. But
my acting was changed to reality when
Buuu dropped upon it the right bower.
My astonishment knew no bounds, for
I could have sworn that Hughes had
given that very card to me. 1 was
about to appeal to him, but on looking
across the table I sawr, to my surprise,
that his place was vacant.
Still, 1 thought, 1 have often made
mistakes in sizing up my cards, and as
the game is mine anyway I'll say noth
ing about it, but play it out pluekily.
Bunn led with a spade—the ace—and
somehow, as my eyes fell upon that
ominous sign, my heart came up into
my mouth. 1 laid my ace of hearts up
on his card, but had 1 played my own
heart it could not have been with more
fear and trembling. Then, breathless
and without raising my eyes from the
table, I awaited Mason’s last card.
Suddunly a shout of fiendish laugh
ter froze my blood, and the cold per
spiration started from my every pore,
for ns the card covered mine 1 saw it
was the joker—a grinning death’s head!
I had lost. 1 started from my seat,
but my antagonists, changed in form
and feature to grinning skeletons, held
me back. I gasped and tried to shriek—
and then nvoke!
- I found myself sitting up In bed, wet
with sweat and my heart beating vio
lently. It is a trifle affected anyway,
and I don’t care to have any more such
dreams. Well, it’s all nonsense being
afraid of a dream, and if 1 have a
whim I may as well gratify it as fidget
around and not sleep any tonight. So
after supper I'll walk down to the hall
and smoke a cigar there.
[Eitract From th« W- Courier.]
William Hooker died suddenly last
night of heart disease. He was found
sitting at a card table and had evident
ly just finished a game of euchre.
Three other chairs were at the table,
but as no one was known to have been
with him he had probably been playing
the other hands as well as his own.
Stndr of Life.
Our lives are universally shortened
by our ignorance. In attaining com
plete knowledge of our own natures
and of the natures of surrounding
things—in ascertaining the conditions
of existence to which we must conform
and in discovering means of conform
ing to them under all variations of sea
sons and circumstances—we have abun
dant scope for intellectual progress.—
Exchange.
From a Scenic View.
“Melodramas are not as bad as they
are painted,” remarked the pleased play
tor r.
“They couldn’t be," sneered the orches
tra cynic, with a glance at the daubed
scenery,—Chicago News.
Forever Too Late.
“How much did your baby weigh?”
“Oh. dear! Do you know, I’m so pro
voked. They forgot all about weighing
the dear little thing until it was nearly
two hours old, so we’ll never know.”—
Chicago Record 11 era id.
WASHINGTON’S WAY.
SINGLE HANDED HE EASILY DISPOSED
OF SIXTEEN SAVAGES.
An Alleged Historical Novel, Some
what Short, but Chock Full of Ro
mance, Love anti Treachery, anti
With a Hero Who Could Kick.
"George, George,” cried a beautiful
young woman rushing up to the com
mander of the little fort, "we are be
sieged! Save me! Save me, or I r’lall
call for help.”
Colonel Washington calmly took his
sword out from the chimney comer,
where it had been used as an instrument
for poking up the hickory logs, and buc
kled it ou. Then he turned, with a reso
lute face, and said:
“It is as I had feared. We have been
betrayed by Screech Owl, the Indian
whose ears I boxed last Monday for steal
ing raisins from the blockhouse cupboard.
But you call me George. Have we ever
met before?”
With a becoming blush she looked down
at the rough, hard floor and replied:
“No. But I was so frightened that I
forgot. Oh, surely you will protect me.
I am only a poor, weak woman, with two
sweet little children and a large for
tune left by my late husband. My fam
ily is an old and distinguished one—but,
hist! Lot us hist a few times. Was that
not the stealthy tread of an Indian?”
Then he noticed for the first time how
beautiful she was, and his strong heart
gave a great throb.
“Trust yourself to me,” he cried as his
sword leaped from its scabbard. “I will
meet them single handed.”
At that moment the door of the little
fort was crushed by a mighty battering
ram, and 16 Indians, led by a white man,
rushed through the opening.
“Aha!” cried Washington. “My old
foe, Benedict Arnold!”
Before he could say more the attacking
party was upon him. With one hand he
caught the trembling little woman and
tossed her backward. She landed lightly
in a sitting posture upon a leather trunk.
The Indians, armed with battleaxes
and pikes, seemed to completely surround
tho brave soldier, but his sword circled in
the air above his head, darted out at
either side and flashed before him simul
taneously. The sparks of fire produced
by the keen, finely tempered blade as it
struck the weapons of the maddened In
dians flew’ about in showers, blinding
some of the howling devils and causing
others to believe that they were contend
ing against one possessed of supernatural
powers.
All this time the sweet faced woman
sat upon the trunk, nervously stitching at
the hem of a piece of drawn work that
she wanted to have ready for a wedding
present on the following Thursday. Sud
denly she saw one of the Indians who
was supposed to have been killed rise up
behind the colonel, and, with a long, blood
stained knife, begin moving toward him.
She tried to cry out a warning, but her
lips for the first and only time in her life
refused to open.
Iler agony was terrible. Slowly, inch
by Inch, the crouching savage moved to
ward his noble victim, while the traitor
ous Arnold and his red allies, seeing all
that was passing, put forth renewed ef
forts in order to hold the attention of the
gallant officer. Only four Indians now
remained in front of him, and Washing
ton, although wounded in a score of
places and weak from the loss of blood,
was beginning to smile a grim, sardonic
smile in anticipation of the moment when
lie and Arnold would remain alone, face
to face.
One step more and the Indian who was
stealing up behind would be within reach
of the man who had so bravely staked his
life for a woman’s love, there being no
back door through which to escape. Al
ready the cruel blade wak beginning its
swift, murderous descent. Martha, look
ing in dumb horror from her position
upon the trunk, could hear the crash of
the hateful steel against the bones of the
one who, as she now knew for the first
time, was more than life to her.
But even as the blade was in midair
Washington turned with a mocking laugh
and by a dexterous movement of his
sword cut the Indian’s right arm off near
the shoulder. With howls of terror the
two savages who were still able to do so
turned and fled, leaving only the dastard
ly Arnold to be dealt with. Then Colonel
Washington cried out in triumph:
“At last!”
The traitor’s face was as white as
death, his knees shook, and the sword that
he tried to flourish fell from his nerveless
hand. Then Washington hitched up his
trousers, drew in u long breath and gave
the villain a kick as he was turning to
flee.
A few minutes later the tall, handsome
colonel and the beautiful, blushing young
woman stood in front of the little fort,
and she was saying:
“Ah, but you must give me time to
think. Perhaps I may learn some day to
lo— Band sakes, what was that?”
Something had crashed through a tree
aud fallen with a horrible thud a short
distance away in the direction of the river.
“Arnold has just come down,” Wash
ingto calmly replied.— S. E. Kiser in Chi
cago Record-Ilerald.
Going Straight to the Point.
“Doctor, this old man fell out of n sixth
story window, and 1 fear he has broken
his spine, besides dislocating his shoulder
and spraining bis ankle.”
“That must have immediate attention.
Show me your tougue, aiy good man.”
Systematic Economy.
“The idea of your telling me I’m ex
travagant!” protested Mr. Chugwater.
“when I’ve saved $500 in the last ten
years on one item alone by a little self de
nial!”
“What item is that?" demanded Mrs.
Chugwater.
“Cutting down my life insurance from
$5,000 to $1,000.”—Chicago Tribune.
Stunned lllui.
“Oh, Elfie, your new gown and hat are
stunning.”
“Yes. Alfred hasn't recovered yet from
the shock the bill gave him."—Philadel
phia Bulletin.
His Approval.
“Isn’t that a sweet refrain?” said Mrs.
Northside, as Miss Screech ceased singing
and sat down.
“Yes, it is,” replied Mr. Northside. “I
like the refraining much bettor than the
song.”—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.
Ilia Grievance.
“These outrageous trusts ought to bo
wiped put of existence if it takes every
gun and every gallows In the laud to do
it.”
“What’s your special grievance against
them?”
“Why, the scoundrels refused to buy
up our plant.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
THE EXILES.
Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Holden were In
the waiting room at the depot.
“Mornin, Mis’ Robinson,” said Mr.
Holden, taking off his hat to the judge's
wife, wlio had just entered the wait
ing room, bringing with her a welcome
breath of fresh air. She was going to
the city for a day’s shopping.
“Good morning,” she said briskly,
shaking hands with both husband and
wife, grasping Mrs. Holden's limp fin
gers in a way that brought the color to
her cheeks. “I’ve brought you a few
flowers, Mrs. Holden. I hope they
won’t be in your way, with all the
things you have to carry. But I knew
how fond you wer« of them.”
She laid a goodly bunch of hothouse
carnations in the other’s lap.
Mrs. Holden expressed her thanks a
trifle stiffly, but her husband cried in
the heartiest tones:
“Now, that's what I call kind! But
Mis’ Robinson alius was a great hand
to think of her neighbors. Oh, we shall
miss you very, very much!”
Mrs. Holden smiled perfunctorily.
“But I hope you'll change your mind
before long and come b$ek.”
“Oh, no, no!" cried th£ little woman,
with a perceptible shudder. “We shan't
never come back, Dan'l and me—least
wise without we sliould decide to come
back to be buried.”
“Oh, 1 can't have you talk that way,
you know!” cried the persistently
cheerful Mrs. Robinson. “Of course
you feel blue this morning. Oh, here's
the train! You must let us hear from
you, you know. Goodby. Good luck to
you both!” And Mrs. Robinson was
off.
She joined a young girl whom she
had left in order to speak with the
Holdens, and the two in a leisurely
fashion got aboard the solitary parlor
car.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Robinson re
flectively as she settled herself in her
elialr, “that is a rural tragedy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what 1 say. I did all 1
could. I talked and talked, but no one
would listen to me.”
"But what did their neighbors do to
them ?”
n hat did they not dor lou have
heard a bit about our last year’s minis
ter, I expect. He was an experiment
and a strikingly unsuccessful one. The
younger members of the congregation
Insisted on having some one progres
sive and up to date. They mistook Mr.
Siddon's loud dress, loud manners and
louder sermons for the thiug they were
In search of. They found out their er
ror, I am happy to say, and the Siddon
tribe have sought more congenial hunt
ing grounds.
“When the Siddons first came, they
were received by Elder Holden, and
the six little Siddons overran his neat
establishment and trampled down the
flowerbeds unrebuked for a matter of
three or four weeks. When they were
settled at last in the parsonage, daily
Intercourse was still kept up. Mrs.
Siddon was disposed to be very friend
ly toward Mrs. Holden, who eould hard
ly be expected to make fine distinc
tions. A minister's wife was a minis
ter's wife to her, to be reverenced as
such. The poor soul was obviously
flattered by the notice taken of her.
“Before long the good people began
to observe that Mrs. Siddon was
strangely, uncannily familiar with the
skeletons in their several closets—old,
old skeletons that had been burled 20,
30, 40 years. She knew all about the
poor girl who went wrong and broke
her father's and mother’s hearts 35
years ago, and the marital unfaithful
ness that was hushed up and forgiven
a. quarter of a century back, and the
dishonesty of a trusted public servant
who was ‘let off easy’ and has sat for
ten years by his grandson’s hearth, a
helpless paralytic. How did she learn
these things? There must be a traitor
in the camp, a scandalmonger in the
congregation. People were very indig
nant and asked themselves who it
could be. Suspicion fell on poor Mrs.
Holden. There was no real evidence
against her. It was merely their firm
opinion that it must be she. No one else
was so intimate with the minister’s
wife, and no one else had so few
friends to take her part when accused.
“They called her up before the eld
ers—that sensitive, shrinking little wo
limn! She felt the disgrace of it as you
or I would feel the sting of the lash.'
Her voice was so choked with tears
that they could hardly understand
what she said. They thought she was
shiliy sball.ving. They believed her
guilty. They had no other scapegoat.
So they passed a vote of censure on
their erring sister.
“The poor little soul was utterly
crushed. She drooped and grew pale
and shut herself up and avoided peo
ple’s eyes. Her husband resigned his
eldership and hovered helplessly over
her. Nobody went near them or had
anything to do with them. People
thought the way Amanda Holden was
acting was a mean spirited acknowl
edgment of guilt.
“At last her husband saw It was
breaking her heart and decided to take
her away. They arc going out west.
Imagine those two doves out west!
Am I wrong to call it a tragedy?”
“I am glad you brought her those
carnations.”—Harper’s Bazar.
Pipes Froze* by \yarm Spells.
It is a curious fact that water pipes
under ground will often freeze during
the warm spell that follows a cold
snap. The explanation made for this
interesting phenomenon Is that after a
cold wave a large quantity of heat is
taken from iho ground in the work of
changing the frozen moisture into wa
ter, and thus, on the principle of the
ice cream freezer, the pipe is chilled,
enough heut being taken from it to
freeze it.
Ills Fate.
“Dear me, that was terrible! Man fell
overboard in midoeean the other day and
never was seen again!” said Hicks.
“Drowned?” asked Mrs. Hicks sympa
thetically.
“Oh, no; of course not,” said Hicks
ironically. “Sprained his ankle proba
bly.”—X^ondou Tit-Bits.
Kxpenslve Paintings.
Mrs. O’Callahan—Oi don't see wboy oil
paiutin's are so very expansive.
Mrs. O’lloolalbin—Nor Oi, but they
are! Oi had to buy a whole box av soap
before the groeerymau would give me
that wan over the mantel. — Brooklyn
Eagle.
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ELECTRIC METAL POLISH
Cleans and Polishes Brass, Copper and Nickel.
JS&- For Sale by Grocers, Hardware and Harness Dealers. 3838
CANDIES
Ice Cream Soda Water
We have made a specialty of this business for many
years, and claim that we can give absolute satisfac
tion. All our goods are made fredi every day on
the premises.
Special Sale Every Saturday
VIEDT’S, 18 Park Place,
Manufacturing Confectioner.
] i
>e -business *tnan "of old was wort
A-crude QU1LIPEN Aosteer
But now be gets. four times;llie
Prom o LIGHTNING work
SMITH PREMIER
NEW YORK OFFICE
338 BROADWAY.
Incorporated March 3rd, 1874.
.. THE....
MORRIS COUNTY
SAVINGS BANK
Horristown, New Jersey.
President—HENRY W. MILLER.
Vice President AURELIUS B. HULL.
Secretary and Treasurer—H. T. HULL.
ASSETS,.$2,377,036 74
LIABILITIES, - - - 2,155,235 52
SURPLUS, - - - - 221,801 22
flNTKRKST is declared and paid iu Janu
ary and July of each year from the
profits of the previous six mouths’ business.
© KPOSITS made on or before the 3rd day
of January, April, July and October
draw interest from the first day of said
mouths respectively.
Correspondence Solicited.
AN UP-TOWN OFFICE
JOHN DENMAN
I1AB ALL TH1
IMPROVED APPLIANCES
-FOB
ODORLESS EXCAVATIN6,
WHICH HE IS PREPARED TO BO IN A
THOROUGH MANNER, AT
PRICES MUCH LESS THAN THOSE
HERETOFORE CHARGED IN
MORRISTOWN.
Orders left at JAMES P. SULLIVAN
& SON’S, comer Market Street and Park
Place, or P. O. BOX No. 284, will re
ceive Prompt Attention.
TELEPHONE CALL 11 A.
MINERAL WATERS IN SIPHONS
Vichy, Apollo, Carbonated
and Seltzer.
10 cts. per Slphoa or $1 per Ooz
25 per cent, larger than common.
SOUTH ST.. MORRISTOWN. N. 1.
HORSES WINTERED
On Large Farm,
ORDINARY and BOX STALLS, fresh water.
Besi of ears and feed. Termslreasonable,
Address, “HORSES.”
M58 Box D., Chronicle Office,
Houdans For Sale!
TO CLOSE OUT STOCK.
7 hens and cock will be sold for
$8.00. Fine layers. Good table
birds. Address,
IIOUDAN,
Box 726,
Morristown 1*. O. 2833
Advertise In tbe Chronicle
IT PAYS
For the convenience of our cus
tumers, and owing to the large in
crease in our business, we opened
an up town office on March 1st,
1900. This office is over Runyon’s
Hook Store, Park Place, and will
he opened every business day of
the year until i) o’clock p. m.
All business transacted at thi6
office will receive careful and
prompt attention. | fj
Very respectfully,
The Dalrjmple-Hastings Co.
279U
Whippany River Railroad.
Tima table for passenger service In effect
March*), 1899;
Trains leave Whippany for Morristown, 7.80
a- no.; 6.4.1 p, m., except Saturday; 8.30 and
9 60 p. m.. Saturday only.
Trains leave Morristown for Whippany, 8.46
and 8.41 a. m ; 6.06 p. «l.; 9.30 p. in., Saturday
only.
Cattle.
The heifer quivered as to her lips.
“Once a scrub, always a scrub,” she
sighed. "Oh, mamma!”
"Yes, daughter,” said the cow sadly.
“The only way a scrub may become a
thoroughbred, imported Jersey, so far as
l know, is to be killed by the cars and
have suit for her valun brought against
the oompany.”
Caste! Than which nothing is more in
exorahle!—Detroit Journal.
t'nnnfe Combination.
“Tills is our latest novelty,” said the
manufacturer proudly. “Good work,
sn't it?”
“Not bad,” replied the visitor, "but you
can’t bold a caudle to the goods we
make.”
“Oh. Are you in this line too?”
“Ns. We make gunpowder.”—I’hila
lelphia 1‘resa.