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Lee Arthur's beautiful love story,
"We Uns of Tennessee," will open a
three days' engagement at the Jacques
this evening. The play has met with
widespread popular favor in all the
large eastern cities, meeting with the
approval of critics on all sides. The
scenic effects are elaborate and charm
ing, the costumes quaint and most
Artistic, and the company one of all
round excellence. That "We Uns" has
hit the popular taste very hard cannot
be gainsaid; every act has a stirring
climax and the interest is never al
lowed to flag until the tinal curtain
fall. The story is a simple one, but
it is so graphically told by the excel
lent company engaged in its portrayal
that it becomes intensely interesting
?ii,.l (ihapmiin, .rl c.,,.lt, 4 1 m n 1 1 i . .c
away entirely satisfied. It will un
doubtedly prove very attractive and
popular with patrons of the Jacques.
Augustus Thomas's great play,
"Arizona." which New Yorkers have
been crowding the Herald Square
theater to see during the last three
Jiionths, will be presented to-morrow
evening at Poll's. The play, which
is a comedy dVama. is said to be, in
its stage pictures and architecture, an
absolute novelty. The artists who
cieated the scenic investiture of
"Arizona," made a trip out to the
picturesque southwestern territory for
the purpose of sketching "from life"
the bits of Aravaipa Valley landscape
and architecture which Mr Thomas
and his artistic mentor, Frederick
Remington, insisted upon as The only
possible enframement for the dramatic
story. The Mexican Axtec architec
ture of dull-tinted adobe and brilliant
red tiles, the formal rectangular bits
from Fort Grant army post, are char
acteristic of Arizona, possibly of New
Mexico, but certainly of no other lo
cality on the face of the earth. In
addition to elaborate and correct stage
enframement, "Arizona" is played by
a strong cast, and there is not a parti
cle of doubt of its being a very at
tractive performance. Seats went on
sale this morning.
Naturalists' club.
Company A drill.
Concordia rehearsal.
Nutmeg lodge, P. of A.
Court America, F. of A.
Mantow council, I. O. II.
- Hellmann Advance drum conns.
Waterbury Debating club.
Liberty lodge. A. O. L W.
Townsend lodge, i. O. O. F.
Waterbury Medical society.
Waterbury council. C. B. L.
Continental lodge. F. and A. M.
Lady Trumbull council, D. of L.
Abraham Lincoln camp. S. of V.
' AVashington conclave, K. S. of A.
St Francis Xavier drum corps.
Magnolia lodge. K. of P.
Court Cecilia M. Quigley. I. O. F.
Hendricken council. K. of C.
Arbutus camp, W. of W. '
Patrick Sarsneld club.
Painterg and Decorators.
Friendly league, English branches,
physical culture, dressmaking.
Poll's, December 13. Odd Fellows'
- Minstrel show.
Turn hall, December 14 Waterbury
Social club's sociable.
City hall, December 16 Grand sa
cred concert.
Speedwell hall. December 18 Broad
way Social club's sociable.
Carter's hall. Waterville, Dec 8.
American Pin company's fire depart
ment sociable and dance.
Speedwell hall, December 27 Water
bury association football club's dance.
Armory, New Year's eve, December
31 Company G's lance.
Leavenworth hall. New Year's eve,
December 31 French Canadian Insti
tute annual ball.
St Patrick's Lyceum hall, January
19 to February 4, 1901 Fair.
Speedwell hall, January 19 Water
bury Button Co's dance.
Fallen Leaves. ,
"Leaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north wind'
v-Mrs. Hemani.
Leaves, not green, but gray and gold,
Fall and fleck the faded grass;
klorn and eve the wind is coldr
Summer days are gone, alas!
- ' Gone, the fields of fragrant corn
Gone, the orchard's gleam and glow;
In the lane the aspens mourn
- At the coming of the snow! '
Amber, pearl and purple leaves
Sadly fall 'neath sullen skies;
Sadly fall, while nature grieves
Sadly close their fleeting lives!
; Slow they 'flutter from the trees, .
Like a flock of frightened birds;
And are driven by the breeze,
. .Like the buzzard-driven herds!
' gxw. they lie In somber shade
Yellow, crimson,- orange, green;
Autumn's opals set in jade
Autmnn's scenic, closing scene I
Iftachel-Uke, the mother tree
Weeps for her dead babies, sweet
Bls e, tearful Niobe
Her slain children at her feet!
V-Ivld James Evans, la .Washing toa
, 'S c;. -
.vst '-v.- Has
i Copyright, I8. by Frederick A. stokes Co. Jli
Sprague seated himself upon the
long pine box; and Sturgis, dropping
into the only chair, began his narrative.
As he talked, he carelessly whittled
the cover of the wooden box with the
knife which he still held in his Land.
He began with an account of hia in
vestigation at the Knickerbocker bank,
and explained the, result of his observa
tions and inferences down to the time
of his visit to Murdock's house, omit
ting, however, to mention any of the
names of the actors in the reconstruct-
ed drama.
"So you see," he concluded, "we have
established the identity of the body
in the cab, and of the young man who
disappeared after the cab was upset.
But one of the most salient features
of the case, from the start, was the
fact that neither of theie two men
had derived much, if any, pecuniary
profit from his crime. The bookkeep
er, as we have seen, was a mere cat's
paw in the control of the accountant,
and his posthumous confession has
given us the explanation of the power
exerted over him by .his accomplice.
It. was not so easy to establish the
motive which controlled the actions of
the accountant, who was himself only
a tool in the hands of a higher intelli
gence. The deus ex niachina of this
crime is a man oi-genius who has hardly
appeared upon the seene at all, but
whose traces I have found at every
turn. He was the brains of the whole
scheme; the other men in his hands
were mere puppets. Through the ac
countant, this master spirit managed
the bookkeeper; and the accountant
himself was controlled by him more
directly, but no less surely. If he held
the former through his fear of expo
sure and consequent ruin, he influenced
the latter through even more potent
motives. He is the father of a beauti
ful girl, whom he did not scruple to
use as a decoy. The price agreed upon
for the accountant's assistance was the
hand of this daughter, for whom the
young man had doubtless conceived a
passionate love. Whether or not the
leader would have had the power to
tarry out his part of the contract mat
ters little; for it is highly probable that
he never had the slightest intention of
so doing. He evident ly realized very
early in the game that the bookkeeper
could not long escape the clutghes of
the law. But as he had taken every
precaution to prevent him from know
ing anything of his very existence, the
fate of the unfortunate bookkeeper
would have mattered lttle to this
heartless villain, had not the probabil
ity remained that, when brought to
bay, the bookkeeper would denounce
the accountant's connection with the
crime. This would have been extreme
ly awkward, since the accountant was
very likely in possession of some dan
gerous secrets. The safest way out of
the difficulty was to quietly suppress
the now useless bookkeeper. This plan
was decided upon, and would doubtless
have been carried into execution, had
not fate otherwise- decreed. After the
bookkeeper's death, under the circum
stances which I have related, it became
quite probable that the accountant's
connection with the eaEe would be dis
covered; for luck had been against
him from the start, and he became
more and more entangled in the chain
of circumstantial evidence of whose
existence his leader was soon fully
aware. In the first place, the account
ant was wounded; and thus not only
partially disabled, but also what is
far worse conspicuously marked. A
man who carries his arm in a sling can
hardly fail to attract attention, espe
cially when this distinguishing mark
is accompanied by another equally
glaring one in the form of a head of
brilliant red hair "'
"Hold on, , Sturgis!" interrupted
Sprague, who had been listening with
growing interest ; "don't you know the
accountant's name?"
"Yes," replied the reporter; "his
name is Thomas Chatham."
"Thomas Chatham!" exclaimed
Sprague, as the image of the miserable
young man came to his mind.
"Yes," replied Sturgis, answering his
thought, "the man you met only a few
hours ago."
There was a brief silence, broken at
last by Sprague, who asked:
"Has he escaped?" '
Sturgis hesitated.
"That depends upon how we look at
it," he said, gravely, at length; "he has
paid the penalty of his crimes."
"What do you mean?"
"He is 3ead," answered the reporter.
"Dead? But I tell you I saw him "
"I know; but he has died since."
"No;" the reporter's voice sank to a
whisper; "murder."
"Murder?" repeated the artist, star
tled. "But how do you know that ?"
"This lump of lead tells the story,"
said Sturgis, holding up the shapelesB
piece of metal which he had takemout
of the vat.
"What is it? A bullet?"
"Yes; the bullet which Chatham car
ried in his arm from the time that he
was wounded "by Arbogast, the bullet
which has enabled me to trace him step
by step, from his flight from the over
turned cab to Dr. Thurston s and finally
to his death in this very room;, the
bullet whose peculiar shape is record
ed in this shadow picture taken by
Thurston by means of the Roentgen
, So saying, he handed Sprague the
photograph. But the artist had ceased
to listen.
"In this very room ?" he mused aloud,
looking about him with awe.
"Yea. The story is simple enough
The man whose instrument Chatham
was is not one who would care to be
lumbered up with tools, which become
positively dangerous as soon as they
cease to be useful. This man, totally
unhampered by pity, gratitude or fear,
determined to destroy the accountant,
whose discovery might have imperiled
his own welfare. What mattered a
human life or two, when weighed
against the possible loss of his own
life or 'liberty, or of his high social
standing and his enormous wealth ; for
this nan i fePtt.jeojvneiand j-ich,
and he appears to have brought whole
sale murder to a science." "
"Do you mean to say that wholesale
murder can be indulged in with im
punity in a city like New York, at the
end of the nineteenth century?" asked
Sprague, aghast.
"Yes; when it is done in the system
atic and scientific manner that has been
employed here.- For this murderer is
the most remarkable criminal of mod
ern times. He has not been, satisfied
with killing his victims; he has suc
ceeded in completely wiping the.n out
of existence. Criminals have often at
tempted to destroy the bodies of their
victims, but they have never before suc
ceeded as this man has. He is a chem
ist of remarkable talent, and he has
discovered a compound in which bone
as well as human tissue is rapidly and
totally dissolved. There it is in yon
der tank. See how completely the
liquid has destroyed the bone handle
of this knife."
Sturgis, after showing the damaged
knife to his companion, resumed his
whittling upon the cover of the box
an which the artist was seated.
"Chatham's body has been dissolved
in that tank within a very short time.
It has entirely disappeared; this "flat
tened bullet alone is left, lead being
one of -the few substances which are
not soluble in the contents of the
tank. Fortunately he overlooked that
fact. Genius has its -lapses."
Presently Sprague ventured to say:
"If numerous crimes have been com
mitted here, as you intimate, I do not
understand how it. is that suspicion,
has never rested on this housa be
fore." "The author of these crimes has
taken -every precaution to render the
chance of discovery quite remote. His
dwelling-house on one street, and the
bogus Chemical company on the other,
are in communication through this
underground passage, while appar
ently having no connection with each
other. Moreover, he is too shrewd to
make frequent use of this death cham
ber. That does well enough as a last
resort, when he is obliged to commit
the murders with his own hands; but
I suspect that this man has other
agents like Chatham, who do the
dirty work for him and then quietly
ship the bodies here for annihilation,
as it was intended should be done
with Arbogast's. Ah! yes; I thought
so. Y'ou are sitting upon one of these
bodies now."
Sprague started to his feet; and,
following the direction in which Stur
gis was pointing with his open knife,
he vaguely discerned, through the)
opening wjich the reporter had whit'
tied, a small suriaee ot wnat naa
once been the features, of a human
After gazing for 'some minutes in
horror-stricken silence at the distort
ed face, the artist asked in a low
"How did Chatham meet his death?"
"I don't know yet," answered Stur
gis, gravely; "this man is no ordinary
criminal. His work is clean and
leaves no blood-stains and no disorder
to tell of its accomplishment. He
takes life with his own hands only
when he is forced to do so; but, when
he does, his method is masterly. It
was easier to make away with Chat
ham than to pay him the price agreed
upon for his complicity in the Knick
erbocker bank embezzlement; and so
his life was taken. I hope to discover
how before I leave here."
Sprague started as the reporter
ceased speaking.
"The price of his complicity?" he
claimed, laying his hand upon Sturgis'
arm and looking earnestly into his
"Yes," replied the reporter, steadi-
lv meeting- his friend's gaze, "his
daughter's hand."
Sprague looked away from the hon
est eyes of the reporter, as if he
dreaded to read in them the answer
to his next question.
"Who is this fiend incarnate, who
is willing to traffic in his own flesh
and blood, and with whom murder is
a science?"
"The man who is capable of these
crimes, and of any others which
might; serve to remove an obstacle
from his way is "
The reporter did not finish his sen
tence. He suddenly grasped his com
panion by the arm and stood trans
fixed, his eyes dilated, his neck craned
in a listening attitude, every muscle
tense like those of a wild animal in
ambush about to spring upon its ap
proaching prey.
Presently a click was heard as
though a bolt had been shot from its
"Draw your revolver!" Sturgis whis
pered hoarsely to his companion.
"Quick! Look there!"
At the same time he drew his own
weapon and pointed in the direction
of the door at the head of the stairs
The door opened and a man entered,
quietly smoking a cigar.
"Dr. Murdock!" exclaimed Sprague
with horror.
Murdock, still holding the door ajar,
eyed the two men for an instant, his
impassive face betraying not the
slightest sign of emotion. Then, tak
ing his cigar from his lips:
"Ah, gentlemen," he drawled, in his
ironical way, "I am , delighted to see
you. I trust. you will make yourselves
perfectly at home for a few minutes.
I shall return directly. Y"ou can con
tinue to work out your- little prob-
'lem in the meantime, Mr.-Sturgis."
With these words lie calmly turned
to leave the room.
"Stop!" shouted Sturgis,- leveling
his revolver at Murdock's headf "stand
where you are or I fire!" . .
The reporter's shot rang out almost
before he had finished his sentence;
but Murdock, unscathed, passed out
of the room, closing the door behind
him. " , . - '
Sprague, dazed by the rapidity with
which this scene had been acted, stood
rooted to the spot, . without having
made any attempt to use the revolver
wliich he" had drawn-at Sturgis' bid
ding. ' .
The reporter sprang up the stairs
and threw his weight ' against the
door. But it was doubtless intended
to withstand great shocks, for it re
mained unshaken.
"Checkl" came the sound of a mock
ing voice from the other side of the
door. ' - ."".'; . ' '.- I
Then, rushing down the stairs
) again, Sturgis shouted to his com-:
'"Gome quick! We must get out of
here!"- ' -' - -- ;
'And he led the way through the
subterranean passage toward the cel
lar of the Manhattan Chemical com
pany " ' v ;
Before the men had gone many
steps a grating sound reached their
ears from the direction of the sky
light. They looked up and saw slid
ing steel shutters slowly and ponder
ously close, like grim jaws; and sud
denly they felt themselves cut off
from the outside worjl.
Sturjis, taking up his lighted can
dle, made his way to the door of the
suoterranean passage and tried in
vain to open it; the heavy iron bolt
remained immovable in its socket.
Inch by inch he scrutinized the door
with growing anxiety. At last he
abandoned the search and returned in
the direction of the square chamber.
That explains why he wanted to
shut me in here when I was in his
office," he muttered under his breath.
What is the matter?" asked
We are caught like rats m a trap,
replied Sturgis. Then with feeling he
added: "I do not know now tnis win
end, old man. I have bungled, and I
fear the game is lost. If our lives are
the forfeit, you will owe your death to
fcy stupidity."
Snraeue looked at his mend, as u
surprised to hear him apparently
abandon, the tight. -
Don't worry about me," he said,
kindly; "I came here of my own free
will. But," he added, as a vision oi
Agnes Murdock flashed upon his mind,
"I have no intention to die just yet,
if I can help it. Are we not both able
bodied men and armed? What can one
man do against two?"
It is not an open fight, saui' btur-
gis, "but I am glad to see your spirit.
I do not give up; but I want you to
realize that we are in a critical situa
tion, with the odds enormously against
'Why, what can Murdock do?"
Perhaps what he did to Chatham.
It will probably not be" long before we
discover what that was."
But there must be some way of
opening that door from the inside,"
said Sprague.
"There evidently is none," replied
Sturgis; "he probably controls these
doors from the outside by electrical
The men were back in the square
chamber. Sturgis' eyes were roving
restlessly over the walls', ceiling and
floor in search of a loophole of escape.
"There is no chance to reach the sky
light without a ladder; and even if we
could reach it, we should be no fur
ther advanced, as it would be impos
sible to make any impression on the
steel shutters. That leaves the regis
ter and the speaking tube. While 1
examine the register, suppose you try
the tube. If it connects with the Man
hattan Chemical company's office,
there isi a bare chance that we may at
tract the attention of the detectives
whom we left there."
"As we were saying, Mr. Sturgis "
The words came in Murdock's mock
ing tones.
Sturgis quickly held the lighted can
dle above his head and peered in the
iirection whence came the sound. A
panel of the door at the head of the
stairs had been pushed up, revealing a
small opening, covered) by a strong and
closely-woven wire netting.
"As we were saj-ing, 'murder will
out!' Nevertheless, if is sometimes
easier to weld a chain, even of circum
stantial evidence, than it is to pre
dict who will be bound in it."
Sturgis and Sprague stood in the
glimmering light of the candle, silent
ly watching the glowing eyes behind
the screen.
"Mr. Sturgis, you are a clever man,"
Vontinued' Murdock, "an uncommonly
clever man. I frankly admit that I
had underrated your ability. But then
we are all fallible, after all. I made my
share of blunders, as you seem to have
discovered; but you will doubtless now
concede that your own course has not
been entirely free from errors. And
now that we have reached the conclu
sion of this interesting game, I have
the honor to announce: 'Mate in one
move!' Perhaps you are surprised that
I should take the trouble to explain the
situation to you so clearly. I do so in
recognition of your superior intelli
gence. I see in you a peer. If matters
could have been so arranged, I should
have been proud to work in harmony
with such a man as you; and indeed,
when a short time ago I invited you to
my laboratory, it was my intention to
offer you a compromise which I hoped
I might be able to persuade you to ac
cept. I felt that' you would prove an
ally who could be trusted. But, alas,
that is impossible now, on account of
your friend's presence. With all due
respect to Mr. Sprague, as an amiable
man of the world and a prince of good
fellows, it may be said that he is not
one of us. Much to my sorrow, there
fore, I am left no alternative to the
course I am about to adopt. The fault,
if anybodj-'s, is your own, after all, Mr.
Sprague. There is. a homely; but ex
pressive adage concerning the danger
f 'monkeying' with a buzz saw. Why,
my dear friend, did you 'monkey', with
Mr. Sturgis' buzz saw, instead of stick
ing to your palette and maulstick?
"But I fear I am growing garrulous,
gentlemen. If I had1 time, I s.houlcl like
to explain to Mr. Sturgis the details
of some of the more important, and, in
my humble opinion, more, brilliant,
schemes of which 1 have been tfcer ah
the promoter; for I dislike to . be
judged by the bungling operations
which have so nearly caused me to lose
this latest little game. But this can
not be. 1 I shall have to continue to con
fide to the pages of my journal,; as I
have done for years,"- the interesting
events of, I may say, a somewhat re
markable career, which I hope '. will
some day, after niy death, find! their
way in print to pubKc favor. My dream
has always ben that some such man
as Mr. Sturgis, might ultimately; edft
these memoir, but, alas, the. fondest
of human dreams are seldom destined
to be realized. - ? ; ; .
-.. "Now, then, gentlemen, before final
ly parting with you, I wish to honor
ably carry out the terms of my wager
with' Mr. Sturgis. X "concede the fact
that, to all intents and purposes, he
has won' the- 6t and I authorize you,
Mr. Sprague, a stakeholder, to pay
him the. imounj; I denqsU4 irilh
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The grandest assortment of Hand
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As X have already suggested, he has
made some perhaps excusable mis
takes; but, then, as he himself stated
the other night, 'a detective has a life
time in which to' correct a blunder.'
A lifetime! It is not in accordance with
Mr. Sturgis' usual practice to use so
vague a term. A lifetime is not neces
sarily a very long time, Mr. Sturgis."
During this tirade Sturgis and
Sprague had remained standing with
their eyes fixed upon the gleaming car
buncles which peered at them from be
hind the grated peephole at the top of
the stairs. The artist seemed to real
ize that the fight was lost. His attitude
was that of a brave man accepting,
with calm despair, an unpleasant but
inevitable doom. The reporter had
drawn his revolver at the first sound
of Murdock's voice, but had immedi
ately returned it to his pocket upon
realizing that the chemist was protect
ed by. a bullet-proof grating. Now, pale'
and collected, he remained inscrutable.
It was impossible, even for the sharp
eyes of Murdock, to determine whether
he was at last resigned to his fate, or
whether his active mind was still on
the alert for. a loophole .of escape.
The bit of candle which he held in
his hand had burned so low that at last
he was unable to hold it without risk
of burning his fingers. Whereupon he
coolly set it down upon the stone floor,
where presently the wick fell over into
a pool of molden paraifine, and the
flame sputtered noisily, sending fitful
gleams, through th ..dirkuess.
(To be Continued.)
The office of the late Robert E. Lee,
formerly president of Washington and
Lee university at Lexington, Va., has
been kept precisely as he left it. No
one has been allowed to disturb a book
or paper.
For 50 years former Senator Brad
bury, of Maine, has lived in one house
at Augusta. He is now 9S years old,
and attends personally to an extensive
correspondence. He sat in the senate
with Webster, Clay, Benton atd Cal
houn. Efforts of various patriotic societies
to raise funds with which to purchase
and preserve the old home of Presi
dent Polk, in Nashville, Tenn., have
failed and the mansion- is to, be de
molished. It is to be replaced by an
apartment house. ,
Commission Men
And ! dealers in perishable
goods generally.
The subscribers are prepar
ed to accept proposals for
space in their . ; , , ; ;
: : Cold storage Warehouse '
" To be - completed - in early
spring. - W'-V.-i
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Manufacturer says must sell; you bene
suitable for dress, skirt or waist or
splendid goods, well made," with ru
of fine Wool Cashmere, somewhat
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special importation; the best makers.
A Splendid Line of
DAY, DEC 10, 11 and 12.
The New York American Theater Suc
cess, We Uns of Tennessee
Prices.15, 25, 35, 50 cents. Matinee,
10 and 20 cents. Sale of seats Satur
day, December S.
Augustus Thomas's Big New York
As played for Three Months at the
Herald Square Theater, New York.
Sale of seats Monday, December 10.
Grand Minstrels
Given by
I. O. O. F., .
Seventy People Best Artists and
Singer3 in the City Excellent
Costumes Grand Tableaux,
Marches, Etc.
ADMISSION 25c to 75c
Decided Hit
Is what the NEW dances taught by
Prof. Bailey are making with the pu
pils in the advanced class. Very pret
ty and graceful, so they say. io nev
beginners we teach the WaltK and
Two-Stop principally in strictly begin
ners' classes, and suarantce perfect
success, especially if you have never
taken lessons. Your overwise friends
mav sav you can "pick it up." In
deed, very poor advice. Dancing is
no more correctly acquired in that way
than music. Terms So and S6.
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daily. - . .; -
. On Waterville street, a beautiful res
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tnodern improvements which suggest
ease ..and. comfort, and that place on
Rldgewood street with its tasty and
highly embellished front facing the
warming smiles of the southern sun,
will bring happiness to Its possessor.
- Real Estate,: Fire and Plate. Glass
Tnflnrance. and . Bonds And Surety
A elven: itii uans street, . -. r - v
within reach of all.
children's dresses: one-half the usual
ffle and accordion plaiting. OSc. worth
broken in assortment, have been ?2,
we have ever shown. t .
GAS ENGINES, any desired power.
GAS STOVES, for cooking or heat
ing. GAS BURNERS, all approved kinds.
All most cheerfully shown, and all
information and estimates cheerfully
imparted to all who will call.
The United Gas Improvement Go
150 Grand Street.
A Man Is 'Hard To Please
When it comes to laundering. He
knows how his shirts, collars and cuffs
should be done up. You can't fool
him on that point. We do not try to
fool our customers. Wo give them
conscientious labor, and the result is
laundering absolutely free from blem
ish. Regular laundry prices.
Davis Steam Laundry
Branch Office, 67 Grand St
10 Cents lb.
SEA TROUT, So a pound
Long Island Clams and Scallops an
a Large Variety of Other
Kinds of Fish.
Fulton Fish Market,
Cor. North Main and North ElmSts.
To the Board of County Commission
ers for New Haven County:
I hereby apply for a license to sell
spirituous and intoxicating liquors, ale.
lager beer, Rhine wine and cider, at
452 North Main street, town of Water
bury. My place of business is not lo
cated within 200 feet in a direct line
of a church edifice or public school
house, or the premises pertaining there
to, or anv postottice or public library.
HENRY F. BRUNS. Applicant.
Dated nt Waterbury this 12th day
of November. A. D. 3900.
AVe. the undersigned electors and
taxpayers as defined by law of Ihe
(own of Waterbury, hereby endorse the
application of the above- named fof
such license: G. Sclimidt Jacob- Sin
gle Bernard Eak, M. F. Carmody,' F
Dated at Waterbury. this 12t'n day
of November. A. D. 190Q.
To the Board of County Commission
ers for New Haven County:
I hereby apply for a license to sell
spirituous and intoxicating liquors, ale,
laeer beer, Eh5n? wine and cider, a.t
147 Baldwin street, town of Water
bury. My place of business is not lo
afed within 200 feet m a direct line or
a church edifice or public school house,
oi- the premises pertaining thereto, or
any postofnee or public library. , .
SIMON F. KEMMIE, Applicant.
Dated at Waterbury. this. 20th day
of November. A. D. 1900..
We, the undersigned electors and
taxpayers as defined by law of the
town of Waterbury, hereby endorse the
application of the above named for
such . license: Daniel C. Sullivan,
Thomas Ferris. John Egan, Eugene
Murpby, Robert Sheehan. .
Dated at Waterbury. this Oth dajj
of Kovember, A. D; 1900. , --
anything you invent Or improve? also gel
PROTECTION. Heed model. Bketch-orclioto.
for free examination and advice.
' Patent Lawyers. WAS HI NGTO

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