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WATERBURY EVENING I)EMOCRAT, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1904.
3 He JUST INVENTORIED i ' And find that we have a few choice OVERCOATS AND SUITS In lots of one and two of a kind If your; size is among them it is yours at a greatly reduced price. Would advise intending purchasers ' . .' ' to come quickly. R. ' R 'MRDER CO. 105 BANK ! An Old jFcfdorite THE MILLER By Isaac HERE dwelt a miller hale and -bold Beside the river Dee; , He worked and sang from morn till . No lark more blithe than he. And this the burden of his song Forever used to be, "I envy nobody, no, not I, And nobody envies me!" "Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said old King Hal, Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be; ! . For could my heart be light as thine, I'd gladly change with thee. And tell me now, what makes thee sing : With voice so loud and free,- 1 While I am sad, though I am king. , - , v Beside the river Dee?" . , v The miller smiled, and doffed his cap. "I earn my bread," quoth he, "I love my wife, I love my friend, , I love my children three; ' I owe no penny I cannot pay; , I thank the river Dee, That turns the mill and grinds the- com To feed my babes and me." ; , "Good friend," said Hal, and sighed the while, "Farewell, and happy be; But say no more, If thou'dst be true, ' .That no man envies thee: . . . ' ' ' Thy, mealy cap is worth my'crown,. ' . Thy mill my kingdom's fee; . . ; Such men as thou are England's boast, O miller of the Dee!" MAY WOMAN EVER WOO THE MAN? By Mrs. FRANK LESLiF SHOULD say woman may never do the wooing, but sometimes may give it to be understood . that at least "Barkis is ! willin'." Again, there may be circum stances , where a woman' stands alone in the world, needing no protection, maintenance or counsel, suf ficing to herself for all worldly or business requirements and utter ing no plaint of loneliness o'r need of comradeship. A man seeing SUCH A WOMAN, moving in her own orbit as a queen and sur rounded by admirers, might well hesitate before venturing to beg her to abdicate in his favor, to accept him as her lord and master, the arbiter 'of her destiny, the controller of her movements, asking her to give up the very name by which , she re so widely known and admired and to adopt HIS comparatively obscure cognomen. ; Or it may be a beautiful girl in the full flush and pride of her ifirst ieason, with wealth at her. back,' a powerful family connection, wide circle of friends, admirers and acquaintances -a girl, in fact, with the world at her feet and an almost unlimited power of choice. 'young man obscure of family, undistinguished in appearance or manner, poor in purse perhaps a clerk upon a moderate salary, perhaps a struggling young lawyer Bees, loves, worships her, and although he cannot conceal his devo tion he no more thinks of declaring it than he does of asking the Evening star to come down and nimninate his humble lodgings. t'-?.;V.:.v ' t n k iV' j Now, if the stately and self sufficing woman or if the lovely girl trpon her pedestal of sweet pre-eminence should cast her eyes upon the silent and unpresuming adorer, should look and listen and read 4lia am Yiia Intra arA -f.! Vto T"KT TTT 4 T TOV1 T.TT?S ATT. TEEE PROMISE OF THE FUTURE, should also perceive that so deep is the man's self distrust and consciousness of the great gulf life has opened between them that he darca not speak -WHAT IS -SHE TO DOf TO BURY HER OWN FEELJNGS AND NOT PERCEIVE HI8? TO CO ON THROUGH LIFE WITH A 8ENSE OF LOSS EVER GROWING UPON HER? TO MARRY ANOTHER MAN AND CREEP ALONG AT 'HIS SIDE LIKE A BROKEN HEARTED CAPTIVE? : Is "she to bury the best possiblo love of her life and smooth over the grave and plant it to grain good, practical, marketable grain or perhaps to hollyhocks and sunflowers and flaunting poppies ? Should, then, the woman or the girl in suoh case boldly grasp (the golden fruit not offered to her! Should she, instead of modestly pretending uneonsciousnese, tear asijde the mask under which the man is trying to disguise his heart he had sworn to die rather than to the proposal he is too shy, too proud or too honest to make ? Well, yes. Why not I And yet even as I write the word the deep instinct of womanhood rises up within me and says, No ! BETTER TO DIE OF A. BROKEN HEART than to live without seH respect! Now, which is the true answer I . ! ..... , to' m STREET. OF THE DEE Blckerstaff night: mm or doctorsees the debutante and force him to reveal the love tell Must shay in one word, make . ' , th cold, "Zes" of reason or the . - 1.41 m ill ASSERTED HER RIGHTS. ThU la Me Caaael," Cook Announce to the Follce and Kefnsed to Leave Kitchen. Benjamin Mordecal, a real estate broker of 319 West One Hundred and Fifth street. New York, telephoned police headquarters that he wished a ; servant taken away, and quickly. A policeman of the West One Hun dredth street station was sent to the residence near Riverside drive.: A car- riage was waiting to take Mr. and Mrs. 1 Mordecai to a theater. It was then nearly eight o'clock. Mr. Mordecai ( was remonstrating with the servant in the kitchen. She would not leave the, house, and the other , servants were afraid. Mr Mordecai said, to stay in, the house with the domestic. He did not niib "I'M QUEEN HERE!" , to have her arrested, out wished hei taken out of the house. The policeman tried to induce the girl to leaye, but she refused. "I want me discharge in the reg'lai way," she said.. .: The policeman sent word to the sta tion and a patrol wagon rolled up in front of the Mordecai residence, while '; neighbors wondered. Another' effort i was made to get the servant to leave, j but she protested, delivering this defl: ,'Tm queen here. This-kitchen's me cassel, and yez kin all clear out. Take yer gilded buttons and skedadd. .?.'' The woman had to be carried out by the police, and she screamed and kicked, but was got to the station. Mr,. Mordecai did 'not wish to make a, complaint., but finally did so. and the woman was locked up on a charge of Intoxication. ' It was then half-past eight, and Mr Mordecai said "he would not go to the theater,' .;. as" Mrs. Mordecai had . been mad? .too. nervous to leave the house, tossed" into a tree." Peddler Enrnnnfem a Ball Jmt Aftei It Hnd Been Infnrinted liy ' Red Tablecloth. Anthony Meitzinger, a pack peddlei of Philadelphia, had an elevating ex perience as he was' crossing ia field a short distance north of BIngeh Sta. tion, on the Philadelphia & Reading railway. ' ' Meitzinger climbed a fence, aftei leaving the railroad, and had nearly reached Ginder's farrahoise, when he was chased by a bull whlch had become Infuriated' at the red tablecloth, in which the stock , of goods were bun- died. , ': -V Thinking to dodge the animal by running around an apple tree, ', which he was trying to climb while chased, CHASED BY A MAD BULI he was "l-eached" by the , bull and tossed skyward. The man fell in the tree and became so entangled among the leafless branches that he was obliged to stay there for . more than an hour before two gunners, attracted by bis cries for help, came to his rescue. They had to climb up after him and lift him down. To get the peddler out of the tree 'they with great difficulty extricated him from between the branches in ' which he was wedged. , Bis Noiei In Hlsn Faver. , In Japan the nose is the only feature which attracts attention. The nose de termines the beauty or ugliness of th face, according as it is big or small. This is probably due to the fact that dif ference in noses constitutes about th only distinction between one Japanese face and another. The eyes are invar riably black, the cbeek-bonea high, and the chin receding. In Japan a lady who has a huge proboscis is always a great beauty and a reigning belle. There are a few large noses among the native, and lucky is he or she upoa whom nature lavishes one. In all Japanese pictured representing the supposedly beautiful woman the artist invariably improves on nature by depicting thle feature as Abnormally developed. Balk of Snow. A cublo foot of new fallen snow weighs five and, one-half pounds on the average, and has 12 time the bulk of an equal weight of water. '"f 1 Charcoal IBph'a Dally Tbeaarat. Dey am some sllppahs made b leath er, an' some of wool, but de spankin Blippah am always felt, Mistah Jack son. -Baltimore News, . - " ' I - . In the Long Ago MYRTLE CONGER (Copyricbt, H0, by Dally Story Pub. CO.) PATRICIA'S chief characteristics were her beautiful eyes and hei self-reliance. f She was from the city, and she had begun her first term as teacher In" the village school, much to -the consterna tion of the inhabitants, who had nevei known any teacher for their children other than the ancient Mr. James. I might tell you about the pictur esque woods near the school; or, the little brook that ran at the foot of the hill; and the flowery paths where the children 'walked home in the glow oi the evening, swinging their dinner pails or munching their left-over din ner cakes; or, the big swing on the old beechnut tree in the school yard; or, about the little brick - schoolhouse itself, only these things would not be true, and besides, they have nothing to do witih the story. The real beginning was when Miss O'Connor (that was Patricia's teacher name) saw Kitty Wright attempt to pass a note across the aisle to Philip Brooks. The note slipped to the floor before Philip could secure It. "Philip," said Miss O'Connor, sweet ly, "please , lower' the window; the room seems close." ; By the time the window was low ered Patricia- had secured the note, consigned its remains : to the waste basket and called the American his tory class. Philip gasped. , Last year, Mr. James had read their notes pub licly, That night, after the books had been put away, the teacher said: "Philip, I wish you to remain. I have some work I wish you to finl3h before examina tion. The rest may pass out." And the unsuspecting pupils passed out. Kitty paused long enough at Philip's desk to, whisper:, "I. will wait for you at the bend." ; .. When Miss O'Connor went back to Philip's' desk he was nervously mak-, ing x's and y's on his tablet. Nothing that Mr. James had ever done could produce the effect of the brown glanoe3 from 1 Patricia's eye3 and . ; the 1 1 even tones of her soft voice. " r "Here they are. Ten of them," she said. :, ; ' ' ' Philip took the paper awkwardly.. "Phillip. . how old are you?" . The paper , fluttered' to the floor. It was swept up next morning and tossed Into the fire. "Nineteen last January," he returned, recovering comewhat from his sur prise. "Heavens!" commented Patricia, in wardly. ."Older than I am." Aloud, ; she - said:' "I have been thinking,' Philip, that you; will ' not be benefited by going to school here much longer. You already are ahead, of the course. You are almost a man now, and - you must be thinking about your future. What do you intend to do with your future?" ' . .Pfciljp was speechless "Would,, you like to be a physician, like your father?" "No, Miss O'Connor; oh. no." , "What would you like to be! You must be something, you know." I would repeat all their conversation only I never have been told it all,: and I wasn't there. All I learned was that Philip 'didn't' seen to- have -a very defi nite' notioni of any -kind of a career, except, a few stray dreams cf becoming a "newspaper, man" and . that. Kitty waited in vain at the bend that night. The next occurrence that .has any real bearing 'on this story was when Philip passed, a note to Kitty. Patricia saw It. She had learned "to watch for, such things. " . " ' - "Kitty Wright," she said, quietly, "bring that note to me." ""I won't!" Kitty : : snapped back, clasping the note tighty in her hand. ' You knbv); how all the pupils acted then Just as they did when your teach er caught you passing a note to your echoolgirl sweetheart across the aisle; or across two or three aisles; or across the full length of the room for that matter; or at whatever angle she sat from you. .. In an instant. Patricia was at ; the girl's Bide: She repeated 'her request, to which Kitty gavp the same defiant answer, and. added some additional paragraphing something on the fol lowing order: "You haven't any busi ness with my notes. Why are you al ways bothering yourself about ' Philip and me? Mother says that's all you do, anyway. Why don't you ' teach school? That's what you're here for.' Like a flash Patricia's firm little Angers burled themselves in the back of Kitty's hand and the note changed possession. "Kitty, you may go home now an Tetura when you are ready to apolo gize." . Here was the place for the custom ary "subdued hush". that Is supposed to accompany all such occasions, but Jl I remember rightly there wua somi ,nplse and a giggle or two as Kitty left the room. - . The next day Kitty returned to th school with her mother. There was some loud talking on the part of Mrs. Wright, and some insolence from Kit ty, but Patricia came out victorious. One noonday recreation not long after that Miss O'Connor found Philij at his desk, reading a book she had placed there for that express purpose. "Do you still want to be a 'newspa per man?'" she asked, as she paused before him. And Philip said he did. "There's a newspaper man comini to our house this evening, and if you will come over you can see what one Is like," she said. Philip went and saw. And he imme diately became poseessed of a desire to become a man like Walter Ellis, the newspaper man. "Philip Is one of my oldest pupils," said Patricia, by way of explanation, "And the beet? naked Mr. Ellis. I'm afraid not," answered Philip, flushing, and looking- down upon Pa tricia, for she was dainty and small beside himr "The best except for one fault," said Patricia, "and that Is he is in love with a very pretty and very bad man nered little lady, who never knows hei Jfai iters Igganan., "Not , know her history lesson and you her teacher?" "Oh, Philip makes up, for that by whispering the answers to her," and Patricia gave Philip a : sweet , little smile to take the sting away from hei words. -,' ' : Mr. Ellis stayed a long time. Philip listened in wonder to these two talk ing familiarly. It was a new world to him as Patricia had intended it should be. ,; ' . ' ' " ' ' .- The next day Mrs. Wright cut Patri cia dead on the street, but Patricia only smiled. That same evening she called at the heme of the Brooks and had a long talk with Philip's parents about theit only son. Patricia never wanted any thing that' she did not get it This time what she wanted was that Philip might go away to school., She got it She stayed so long that evening that Philip had to walk home with her. When she gave him her hand to say good-night he lifted his hat and said: "Miss O'Connor, i know now that I have needed just you. to make me know what the best Of life is. I have been only an - awkward, useless boy, but if you will teach me I shall be what you want me to be." , "I will help you, Philip," was all she said. . ,.''- V -:''''' That winter Patricia taught the vil lage school again; and the next also, but neither of .these two winters have anything. much to do with this story, kitty Wright had gone to . her aunt's, in the city, where, according to her mother, she could "learn something." Philip was studying hard in the uni versity. A weekly letter told Patricia of his work,, and a weekly answer gave him encouragement amid his . strug gles... ... - : . ; The .following winter a new teacher came to take charge of. the village school, and Patricia went back to her old home In the metropolis. Mr: Ellis met her at the train with a"I congratulate you. You have been successful." ' i : But Patricia's mind was on other things, and she only smiled and an swered,1 rather vaguely: Yes." . "Not very enthusiastic for a young and successful writer,", he said. "But how you ever could stay in that dead little village three years is beyond vac. Here's the carriage." Ella expects you to come to supper. No amount of possible rural books could have tempt ed me, but you always were queer." "Thank -you," ' assented , Patricia, laughing. "I don't look ancient or anything like that, do I?" " "6hy ho; Sonthe contrary, you look unusually beautiful. What became of that , young fellow I met there several times? ' One of your awkward, over grown youngsters. I thought then that he was to be a character in your book, but I was mistaken. Ella said you probably had; some philanthropic no tion in your head. Women are unac countable.", ) : , . Patricia opened her eyes. "I didn't think him awkward, and I didn't in tend to "put him in, a story. He was just going to marry, an objectionable girl some time that's all, and settle down into a village nonentity and thus spoil a career, for he has, a career be fore him., Ah, there's Ella waiting. How good it seems to be back . once more." . "I never have known v the reason why you wanted to take me away from Kitty Wright."; Philip said to Patricia one evening, as she sat writing. It was six years later. - "I told you I didn't want your career spoiled,'' ' she ' answered; marking out some paragraphs. - "There, - that's fin ished. Do you think 'Ellis & Brooks' will accept it?" "Brooks will at any rate. Was there no other reason, 'Patricia?" ; ', "Yes; one. Oh, do be careful; you'll crumple my' story.". : "Dear little story. Sweetheart, tell me, .was it because you cared a litfle even then?" . ; And Patricia said it was. And I, who write this ' story,- am PatrlciaV granddaughter, and Philip is my grandfather. It ; was from him that I heard this story in ihe long win ter evenings, while grandmother lis tened and smiled, and told me that Philip always was ever so much nicer than grandfather , said. , , Only One Drawback. "What did Henpeckke say when he caught you kissing his wife?" ' "Nothing. But he told me afterward thaUbe'd have, killed us both only he was afraid his wife wouldn't like it." Town Topics'. The Last Word. "De time an' double you kin save by lettin' de yuthuh man hab de las' word." said Uncle. Eben, "generally makes it a putty good bargain." Washington Star. The United States Mints... were organized in 1792. The coinage of nickels wa begun in 1866. The latest report from the Mints shows that 445,841.054 nickels have been coined since that time, value $22,292,052.70 , i ($ r fQ ) ; 1-, - ."j -A y Largest Seller in the World - itk '' THE BAND IS THE '" 'hA- 'k ' ; SMKER,S PRTECT J FREE for ; Saturday Night and Monday. $2 worth. 20, Green Trading $1 " 10. " " $1 10. " $1 " 10, . t4 $1 I0r " $1 " 10, $1 " 10, ' $1 " 10, 118 SOUTH ALL KINDS OF PESTS. Striking Characteristics of Tbqse in - the Form- of Men. Fellow Who laalata on Repeatlns Hla Own Storl several Varletlex o the Coiuic Oi'df r The OtKen- ' ive l . :.fcter. . ' "Yes, we'11 run up' against all sorts oi pests in our business," said Precinct De tective'tieofge Boyd r to a Washington Star reporter. '.; . "One of these is the man who forces you to ask, him questions. If he wishes to tell you that he is reading 'Mrs. Wiggs' Le(. asKs .'Whabook do you suppose I am reading?'' Although you have no THK OFFENSIVE ; PUNSTER. Interest whatever In the matter, you are constrained by politeness to say: ; Tm; sure I do not know. . What is it?' There upon . he -tellsl'you, triumphantly. He could have given you the information without any of this annoying parley, but that is not his way. - . "The man who Insists on repeating ' his remarks two or three times is also ! an annoying pest" His trick Is to watch your ' coutitehahcei" and as soon as he notes any sign of his having impressed you, to go back' 6n his tricks and give I you the whole discourse over again. Especially does he do this in telling a humorous story, 'ti If, you laugh you are lost, . for j you..,must . Listen to the story over an, oyer again. until he has wrung every drop of humor out of It. s "There are severar varieties of the comic story pest. Not more than three men in fifty-seven are competent to tell a humorous story; -and the rest ought never to -attempt 4t, for, if there is only one dreary .thing on earth it is' a good -( story spoiled in the beginning. ' , l "Among the comic-story pests are the man who puts too many immaterial de- ! tails into his narrative; ' the man who laughs at his own Story before he has given you the point (an exasperating wretch); the man, who exposes the point at the start,' and. then completes the nar ration, after you have had your laugh; the man who listens solemnly to you telling a story and then remarking that he knows the same story In a slightly different and, he thinks, better form, tells the-same story, over again and laughs uproariously at it; the man who Al 1 - --twsb The Nickels Eyeir Coined Would not pay for the Cremo cigars in one year Stamps with I dozen Oranges 1 bunch Celery I lb. Sausage I lb. FrankfTrs lib. Pigs Feet 9 lbs. Sugar 1 dozen Lemons I box Dried Beef tt ii ft i MAIN ST. takes your story out of your mouth by bawling out the point before you ar ready, and finally tells you a puerile an ecdote without the least bit of attic salt' about It, and is offended because you re ward him with nothing but a slight sim per, f v v l-'-.V , ' '.- ' "Womenas a class, "are poor story tell-, ers, but good: listeners. , A man's stock; of old stories is fresh enough for most WUU1CU. XIX ICiillie LU IUUICU , however. It Is necessary to avoid those whose point depends on allusions to facts which are "common knowledge among men, but about which women know but littler or nothing. Political stories are likely to fall flat in an audi ence of -women. ; ' i '.;.. :-r;-- t ', t y;'': ; "A common punster is about the mos offeneive cf conversational pests, ; al than the flippant person that breaks into grave discourse with cheap . facetious noss. Real wit is generally like beauty, . its own excuse for being, and a man might be . forgiven - for, joking at his mother's funeral provided he made good jokes. A troublesome, though not ma licious ;cyeaiurei lst t"he man that Inter rupts his conversation with little quer ies, such as 'Isn't that so ?' and 'Don't you think so? which you are obliged to an swer before h"e will continue. ' ., "In addition to these pests we have always with us the standard bores, Buch as the man that tells anecdotes about his children and t he man that insists on your trying his remedy for a cold. There is the pest that interrupts you with rapid criticism of weather when you are read ing. ,: A pest that has 'not been classified is the pne that always makes the obvi ous remark and takes pains to prove by long ; argument;. what( Js perfectly plaia without it ' '. "As- each of these pests is annoying and therefore rude, it is Justifiable to tell him plainly of his fault and ask him to correct It ; Bores are encouraged by the tolerant kindness of their victims. As a rule they are well meaning persona and quite unaware' of their conversation al vices and ItrHul;d beas truly a kind ness to let thTa know their vices, so that they may correct them, as it is to let a man know that there is a tag on his clothes or a woman that her hat 1$ awry.' . " . .: Xaleotii HaieTXaural OU. The butchers shops in Geneva, SwitzWi erland, have an efficient way of keeping j out flies. In the summer vast multitudes ( of flies may be seen on the outside walls,' j but not one ever comes inside. This due to the inner wall having been rubbed,' over with laurel-oil. which effectual prevents the intrusion of the troabler gome lnsecta. ! , Proteotlon , of Sore rueei For any kind of a sore that "is alwayi, getting hurt," protect, it well with a cushion of cotton-batting, making It th: thickest over the abused sore place. W used to think that treatment was too heating, but the use of cotton-batting ftj tender or sore places is now recommend ed by beet authorities. , v CASTO For Infants and CMIdxeik Tha Kind Yen Hava Ahvsvs 0?Mi Bears the Qinnatura of smoked