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T he r So u t h p o r t T imes. \ F A I R F I E L D C O U N T Y VOL. I I . NO. 42. SOUTHPORT, CONN., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1880. TERMS: s:r.r'i!'“ “• ? . - « * Sliijje Cojies 3 CiintL W . C H U l i C H O U S E , • O U T H P O K T , - - C O N N . , M E R C H A N T TA ILO R . Work at Moderate Prices. S im o n B a n k s , SOUTHPORT, - - - - CONN., CiU H l G nteriij, Ferlllizcrs, tnil lioal Murphy’s P a in te rs ’ Supply Store. A fapve awr stMk *r LEIDS. OUS, TDEPEJrTISES, VAPJ^gaES WttlTINtt H t im u s M i 00MB8 «r en rjr «eMriptlM, 1b ^ ,i ^ Dktmper a t Hew Tork PrleM. P U te mm*. O nM M B tal V a te tla c ^ f e O T r rW F O B T ,________ - - - C O N JV . , SH E RW O O D & M E EK ER . ' SOUTHPOPJjr, CONN., CM G B IB li IM DB AMD R E D , HIKDWABE, CKOCKERT, GLA88WABE. PAUreflw OIU» P aR T BBC8HE8, GLASS *c., O H E A - P f o r c a s h . NEWSPAPER AND PERIODICAL DEPOT I C r e a m a n d D t n i n a r S a l o o n . i CIGARS AND TOBACCOS. LOUIS MUSER, - Southport, Conn. E LW O O D BROTHERS,” S O U X H P O B X . - C 0 3 V N . C H O IC E F A M IL Y G R O C E R I E S , A T L O W E S T C A S H P B I 0 E 8 . ~ C . BUCKINGHAM, • O U X H P O B X . ..................................................... C O N N . . MANUFACTURER OF HARNESS And Dealer is *U kinds of n O R S E F U R N I S H I N G GO OD S . TllECAIt VKRAND THECALIPU. WESTPORT milUiENTAL WORKS! GEO. P . JEH V nrO S , FWiprietor, CMrtraetor u i UalMcr ef Huit-toMs, («|»ln« u 4 O a rte ry W«rk. HicMjr iwUikei and flarly ^ u e a te i lu liM Marble, Oatmr an4 <^arfc»’» UUii4 tiraMlt«. ilMd«toue« a fpeeialtf. TA U > AVD O m C E , K AIH STREET. WESTPORT, COHIT. K. B .-I uniploy uo agcuU. and wiU i>cll at a rt duction of flftocn per ccnt. ' “ H ^ U ^ T O nT c ^ ^ X i L R O a“d 7 ” WIKTKB ABBAKGEMBRIV-In eBect NoTembw lOtti, IW». . BBTOfflSroBT-W.lO Mid 11.00 a. m. and 4 85 and 6.00 p. m. for Dan. 5 2 5 S l .2 % S ^ Saratoga and the We*t iWoash ticket* lord and bium m akMkadfrou p aM en ^ d e p ^ «.00 p. m. to r Mtw Milford. iSlOVE I » B B ID a E I ^ ^ M 6 a .iit. a j ^ m a « .4 6 ^ g .3 0 p. m. &omHewlCUford,U.80aQdS.4Sp.Bi.ftoiu PittsSaU, T O R E N T . Tfc« titore la tte Brieb Blaek oa Ceatre Htreet, aext to the 8outlipor f taw aSkw. A in F O R S A L E , Oae Herriar 8afe, aa« oae Carriage Pale, autde to a t aay carriage, laqaire of K. T HAEilj, Southport, Conn. P e n s io n s , B o u n t i e s , d c . 1 9 ‘OMaiaad for HoMiw oC aU < W. H. N O B L E , BRIDGEPORT, - CONN. N. BUCKINGHAM & CO., Wholesale and Retail Furniture Dealers SST, SW -W atar St., « p B rid cep o rt, Coaa. « ‘AllKMa«f FanttareTatyOhaopforiMi. Gooda IMmnd oat of town W h a t Brtm O h a i - . ^ ________ F . M. M O N T IG N A N I, P h o t o g r a p h i c A r t i s t , •1 6 Xafa Sts Cor. State, ovor Haadltoa^ Drac Storo, BRIDGEPORT, CONN. a 9 > V O X ^ a BUT f ib s t -o la sb w o b k x a d e . ^ a t Bawa&la PriewL • W . L . F E R R I S , D . D . S . , Dental Rooms, 3 5 4 Main S tre e t, • BRIDGEPORT, CONN. Giadoato of FeuiajlTaDia OoUaga of Daotal Bugaiy. C O U O H 1 .1 N B R O S . , House P a in te rs and Decorators, DEALERS IN Fine Oold Wall PuperM, Decorations, Window Shades and Fixtures, €11 TfntN, Fresco Borders, English and American White Lead, Oil, Zinc, Colors, etc., elc. BRIDGEPORT. CONN J . S. CA RO L I, D .D .S . u n t o o f J k C a r ^ l a n d C o l l c f r o »<* IK ^ n t a l oporationB pertaining to Dentistry pcrf<Hined in a neat and skillful Aliifioial Teeth inRorted on any base desired. All teeth used are anfaetnre, giving a great advantage in adapting shape, shade lU a ia the <Mily place east of Philadelphia where teeth are man- (We lay our ntoiy iu the E r ^ ISccaoHo ’tin EiiKtorii V >fol the least. Wo place it there liep^use we for.r, To briiig iU i>anit;,o too near, And tuucb wit>j hq ungnardud hand Our dear, confiding naUve laud.) A ccrt^j„ caUpb, in tlie days j) race affected vagrant ways, And prowled at eve for good or bad In lanes and alleys of Bagdad, Once foimd, a t edge of the bazaar, E’en where the poorest workers are, A Carver. Fair his work and fine With mysteries of iulaoed design. And sbaiics of shot significauce To Blight bnt an anointed glance— The dreams and visions that grow plain In darkened chambers of the brain. But all day busily ho wrought From dawn to eve, and uo one bought— Save when sonic Jew mth look askant, Or keen-eyed Greek from the Levant, Would pause awhile—depreciate— Then buy a month’s work by the weight, Beariug it swiftly over seas • To garnish rich men g treasuries. And now for long none bonght a t all, So lay ho sullen in his stall. Him thus withdrawn the Caliph found, And smote his staff npou tiie ground, “ Ho, there, within! Hast wares to sell ’? Or slumbcr’st, h a ra g dined too weU’?” “ ‘ Dined,’ ” quoth the man, with a n g ^ eyes, “ How should I dine when no one buys “ Nay,” said the other, answering low— “ Nav, I but jested. Is it so ‘i’ Take", then, this coin, but take beside A counsel, friend, thou hast not tried. This craft of thine, the mart to suit, Is too refined—remote—minute; These small conceptions can but fail; 'Twere best to work on Urger scale, And rather choose such themes as wear More of the earth and less of air. The fisherman that hauls his net— The merchants in the market set— The couriers posting in the street, The gossips as they i»ss and grcctr— These things arc plain to all men s eyes. There are with these they sympathize. Further (neglect not Uus advice!)! Be sure to ask three times tlie price.” The Carver sadly shook his head; He knew twas truth the Caliph said. From that day forth his work was planned Bo that the world might nndentand. He carved it deeper and more plain; He carved it thrice as large again ; He sold it, too, for thrioe the cost; Ah, bnt the AriM that was kwt! Acstih Dobsok. Oflm, 998 MAIN opposite Cannon, l E P O B T . - - - C O N N . COL. Lake’s Revenge.. I had been fooliBh and weak, but not wicked, in my innocent coquetry with Leigh Lake. I say inuocent, because I had imagined it sport to him as well as to myself. He had tlie reputation of being' not only the handsomest man in his regiment, bnt the greatest flirt, and I laughed when he had been presented to me, and said, to iqyself, “ I t should in this case be diamond cut diamond.” Somehow my eyes had fallen under his first admiring glances, but I fortified myself witii the thought: “ So he always looks. I t is the first move in his attack.” I met glanee with ghwce, smile with smile, and pretty speech with saucy retort or sentimental repartee, according as one or the other could be delivered with more telling effect “ Are you sincere?” he questioned, one evening. “ Answer me frankly. If you are not, tell me so now.” “ In other words,” I answered, “ throw down my weaj>ons, acknowledge my unarmed condition, and smilingly invite you to advance to victory.” “ No,” he said, “ at your hands I prefer defeat. You acknowledge, however, that you hold weayons—in other words, that you wear a mask.” “ No,” I replied, “ I wear no mask, carry no weapons. Be merciful, Colonel Lake.” • He grew pale, and opened his lips as if to speak; then hastily rising, and making a brief adieu, he left me. For the first time I was a little frightened, a little in doubt as to to its being wholly a matter of amusement to him— a little ^iibious as to how Boger would regard my conduct in the matter, for Boger played a very important part in my life then, since—although 500 miles tiwtiy—be bad promised that on his return I would become his wife, and I determined on the Colonel's next visit I would turn the conversation into other channels. But I had no opportunity to carry my good intention into effect. His first act, when he entere^the room next evening, where I sat alone, was to cross directly in front of me, then to stoop and take both my hands in his. “ You asked me last night to be merciful!” he began. “ God help yon if you did not mean those words. They have been ringing in my ears eversince. Child,do you know - do you dream, how I love you ? You have raised in me the first passion of my life, though I am today thirty-five years of age. What a little, fn ^ thing you are, and yet yon hold in these little hands a strong ntan’s destiny. Speak to me, love ! Tell me that my wife is here before me!” In that moment my coquetry took wings and fled away, and fn its place came a dull realization of what I had done. I strove to draw my hands from his. As well might I tried to have dislodged a stone imbedded for centuriea in the mountain side. My self-poBsession forsook me. In my fright I blundered out the worst possible thing Iconldhave sa id : “ I cannot do th a t I cannot be the wife of two men I I thought you knew I was engaged.” A look of steely, ii^ contempt flashed into his eyes. He wrung my fingers an instant imtil I cried out with the pain, then he threw themfrcm him and folded his arms across his breast. “ You dare to tell me this,” he said, in low, concentrated tones. “ Answer me one auestion. What mean, pitiful motive has made you to do this thing ?” “ I did not know yoa were in eanwal^” I replied, remembering, as I spoke, how hard I had tried to make him so— though never, in my innermost thoughts, to this extent—^never, as the Great Father is my judge, to blast his future, or to bring about his month the white lines of agony now drawn there. “ I thought, a moment ago,” he answered then, very slowly, “ that in my life I had no other prayer to make to heaven. I make one now, and that is, that I may live to see yousiilTer through your love as you have dealt suffering to me through mine.” His words sounded like a curse. They filled the room and oppressed my very soul with a nameless dread and haunting prescience of the future. Shivering, I buried my face in my-hands. When I lifted it I waa alone. CoL Lake had left me. “ When Boger comes home I will tell him all about it,” I whispered to myself. But somehow, when three monthr later Boger came, I had so much else to think of, in the busy preparations for my marriage, and my sky was so blue that I could not bear to risk upon it a single doud. The Coloners words seemed very idle now. As thongh any misery could grow out of the deep heart love Boger and 1 felt for each o th e r! How »>maU, how unworthy of him and of myself, had been my idle coquetries of the past. Never mind. I had all my future to atone. Then came my wedding day, when the outer world gave me its smiling benison, in bright sunshine and balmy breeses. I was Roger’s now—hia very own— and could have defied the universe, in my exquisite happiness. Six months later my husband entered onr little sitting room one morning beariug in his hand a letter s ip p e d with an official seaL * ‘ Be, ” he said—my name was Beatrice, but I was too undignified for ita possession, and 80 they shortened it to Be—and his voice trembled a little—“ it is very soon, darling, to remind you that you are a soldier’s wife; but I am ordraed to report at once to F o r t-------- , under CoL Lake’s command. They anticipate trouble with the Indians. God knows h ow l hate to leave you, myjpredons little wife, but there is no alternative. I must start within twenty-four houra.” “ Leave me ?” I cried, starting to my feet and throwing myself sobbingly on his breast. “ Yon shall not leave m e! Take me with you, Boger, or you will break my heart.” “ Child, it would be madness for you to u n d e r lie the hardships of frontier life. I cannot consent.” But I pleaded so pitifully that a t last, reluctantly bu t gladly, he promised we should start on the evening of the next day.W hen I had time to think it over, I remembered he had said the poet was under Col. Lake’s command. I shuddered. He it was, doubtless, whose influence had ordered myhusliand from my side, since he had not dreamed of my accompanying iiim. Oh, what further evil might he not work him ! Waa it not my duty to tell Boger all and warn him against him? My courage failed me—I would wait and watch. At least he should only strike at him through me. Our journey lasted three weeks. I was worn and exhausted at its close. The Colonel himself met our ambulance on its arrival. “ You have brought your wife?” I heard him say, in amaaed tones, in an-swer^ to some remarks of Hager’s after the first greeting. “ We will do all we can to make her comfortable, but it is very little. Besides—” p He added something in a voice so low that 1 failed to catch i t A moment later I caught sight of his face as Boger lifted me down in his arms. I almost cried in my surprise. His hair, which had been blaisk as ^the raven’s wing one short year ago, was almost white. He looked fully fifty years of age. The sight caused my fear and resentment to vanish, •tnd I held out my hand. “ Won’ty o u welcome me, Colonel?” Isaid. He bowed without seeming to notice my outstretched hand, murmured some couretous words of greeting, then turned away to give a command to an orderly stauding near. I saw very little of him in the weeks that fo llow ^ They were weeks full of excitement, for the Indiana were constantly molesting us, and fears were entertained that they were meditating an attack. Indeed, they had expected one on the very night of our arrival, and this is what the Colonel had confided to my husband. Still, in spite of all, I was glad to be here. Away from Boger, I should have sickened of suspense. Now 1 was by his side, to meet and know the worst “ Why are not Lake and yon better friends?” he said to me one day. “ I cannot understand i t ” Nor could I explain, now that I had kept silent so long; besides, my distrust was wearing away. Although distant and reserved, quietly repulsing all my advances, I felt that C/oL Lake would work Boger no active wrong. Until one morning my sophistries fled. The Indians had made a sortie. No one knew their numbers or their strength. I t was necessary to send out an advance guard from our little garrison, though each man who went well knew he might never return. At 11 o’clock my husband, to my amazement, entered my room in full uniform. “ Good-bye, little Be!” he said. “Pray for my safe return, dear. 1 am ordered to command the advance!” “ Yon shall not go!” I cried wildly. “ I t is his revenge 1 Fool that I have I been to have tmated him 1” “ My darling, calm yourself. What do you mean ?” “ Wait here a moment!” I exclaimed. Leaving him transfixed with astonishment I flew across to the culonel’s room. He was buckling on his sword as I entered. “ Yon have done this thing,” Ibegan, You have seen how happy I am, and you must convert it into agony. Rescind y^ur order—leave me my husband! I throw myself at your feet, at your mer-n “ I would have spared him if I could. He is the only ofiicer at the post capable uf just this attack. I accompany him, Mn. Lee. The danger is d iv id ^ and equal for both.” if it must be, to your death!” I answered cruelly. “ You have no right to drag my husband with you. He shall not go!” But words were useless, though I fancied as he turned away, I saw a tear glimmering in hi» eye. Still I pleaded, clinging to Boger’s neck, when he crossed in search of me. At last they tore him from my senseless form, and when I recovered consciousness they were fw beyond the reach of my entreaties, but not my prayers, sent to a higher throne. “ Punish him, O God!” I cried in my agony, “ but spare my hnsbandand bring him back to ma He said I should suffer. Ah, what was his suffering to this intolerable torture and suspense?” The day wore slowly on. At nightfall, when my brain was bursting, we heard the note of a distant bugle. Some, at least, of the little band had returned. Like a white statue I went forth to meet them. They came slowly, bringing with them some shrouded forms. Among the latter 1 knew that I should find my husband, even as finding him, I knew I should go mad. ^ Bnt, n o ! leading thevan be came, sitting on his horse, though in his eyes there smiled no welcome, and on his face was a ghastly pallor: but he was here and I was not a widowed wife. I threw myself on the neck of the horse; I kissed his mane, his forehead. I clung to Roger in my wild joy at seeing him again. “Yon are alive—you are alive!” I said, over and over. “ Yes,” he answered, “ but a t what a co st A man to-day has given up his life for me.” He sprang from his horse then, and led me to the litter in the rear. The white, dead face of Col. Lake looked up at us both. “ Wehave killed h ia . Be—yon and I ,” ni7 husband sai£ “ Heiwa^i^gpbleet man that ever lived.” And then he told me all the story. He had ridden on a little in advance of the command, when he suddenly hod beein surrounded by the foe. Fight desperately as he would, he would soon have been overpowered, but that the colonel had seen hia danger. Spurring his horse ahead of his men, he had flown to his rescue, charging down in the very midst of a shower of arrows. “ I t was a deed worthy a god,” my husband continued. “ I thought we were both unhurt, almost miraculously so. We were beating a retreat to our command, when one of the wily savages launched his tomahawk at my breast. The colonel saw it glitteringin the air, and throwing himself before me, caught the blow. The next minute we were in safety, but safety gained too late. ‘Don’t regret it,’he said, pressing my hand. ‘ Tell her I did it for her sake. I loved her, Boger, my boy. have not cared much for living since: and noT—^now that I have spared her the suffering that I would once have wished her—I am glad to die. Ask her to forgive me for these rash words— I never meant them—and let her future happiness .buy my atonement.’” I have been Roger’s wife many happy years now. He was too noble to reproach me, though I told him all; bnt through my happiness mingles ever my heart’s self-reproach, and the wonder if, at the judgment bar of God, Cain’s brand will not be upon my brow. PETRIFIED WHILE ALIVE. A Romantic Story. Fifteen Years o f Slow T ortnrc Before Death-An Extraordinary Story by a Western Physician. Loring, the Boston bookseller, tells a very romantic story as follows: “ At one time I had prepared boxes of fancy paper with a fancy initial or pet name embossed in it, and I put this up at $1 a box, and advertised it widely. One day I had an order from Califomia, from a Miss Susie----- The box was done np, addressed to her and lay about here, when a young Englishman came in and wanted to write a letter. I gave him the materials and a place, when his eye caught the address on this box “ ‘Have yon tl\e order that came for that box of paper ? ” he asked. “ ‘ Yes,’ I replied, ‘ ’tis about somewhere.’ “ ‘ Would you mind sending it np to my hotel? If it is what I think, I shall leave for California to-night’ “ I found it and sent around and heard no more about it for perhaps three months, when one day the young man, with a lady on his arm, walked in. ‘ Mr. Loiing, I want to present you to my wife,’ he said. ‘We could not leave this country till we had th a n k ^ you for your part in bringing ns together.’ The denouement was quite a romance The young man waa the son of an aristocratic family and the girl the daughter of the gardener. But love levels all distinctions, and the young man felt this girl to be the chosen comiianion of his life. To break off the attachment Ins father had sent him to the Continent and despatched the gardener and his pretty daughter to America, where the young man had followed them, ignorant of their address, and a t last finding it through the chance of the box of paper.” _______ _________ P remiums. —For the Pennsylvania State Fair, at Philadelphia in Septem" her, 140,000 in premiuma is off< “ One of the most heart-rending cases that ever came lu d er my notice,” said a well-known Louisville physician, “ was that of a man whose death could not affect his relations, because he had none; but the manner of his dying was so awful that it was a call upon common humanity for sorrow. He was a young fellow who, a t the breaking out of the war, when he was twenty years old, enlisted and fought with courage. “ His gallantry was so marked that he was promoted from the ranks and became a captain, with the prospect of further advancement as the war pro-essed. In the terrible warfare about Nashville he was exposed to the rains and the colds, and contracted inflammatory rheumatism, from which he never recovered, and which caused his resignation. He returned to his home a miserable creature, and never was able afterward to walk. For fifteen long years he was dying as slowly and surely, and with as much torture as the most refined cruelties of human invention might have produced. Do you know what inflammatory rheumatism is? No? WeU, imagine that you are lying perfectly still, with not a muscle In play, and the most excruciating pains shooting like barbed hooks through every limb and joint. You try in the delirium of agony to assume another position. “ The mere movement of a joint is such an awfnl cruelty that the rack is an infant horror by the side of i t The inflammation seems to have tuned every nerve and muscle to the most delicate pitch of sensibility, and if each nerve in the body were b a r ^ and tom simultaneously the pain could not be greater. Moments become hours, and hours become ages of suffering. Imagine these tortures prolonged through fifteen years of time, every year dragging out like a century, and you can picture to yourself what his life was. Opiates ? Of course, opiates were administered, bnt what of the moments when the influence has waned, and when, rushing upon him like wolves of torture made ravenous by hunger, the pains broke through the vail of insensibility, and tngged at his frame with teeth of cruelty? The very immnnity which opinm gave added another horror -«hen it was withdrawn. “ He was kept under its influence as much as possible. In nine years he had lost eveiy power of muscular effort, and aat in his chaS a Uvmg corpse, only to be moved to his bed, where he became a mummy with the spark of life still glowing. The time shortly came when he no longer lay in his bed, but, fitting in his invalid chair, became the enthroned embodiment of a soul too miserable for life, too sacred to be freed by other hands. If there were in the Sphinx of Egypt an immortal soul and a human intelligence can you fancy its torture ? Day after day looking upon the same hot waste for centuries; day after day with a fixed gazing upon a'molten horror of sun and not blind; year after year smothered in an awful silence which makes every pain so exquisite that it idmost becomes audible and a living persecutor. “ So he sat, y6ar after year, with his muscles fixed in iron, his eyes looking upon a world as dreary as misery could paint i t ; his voice sinking in his throat only to be expelled by hunted nature in wild and piteous cries when the pain racked into hopeless cowardice the strong heart that had led his men up to the dreadful caverns of cannons’ mouths without a flinch. Bnt there came a time when the restless days and nights of active torture became to him as adelight-ful reminiscence. The time came slowly and like eternity. If yon were to confine a man and let one drop of water fall on his head every five minutes it would kill him. But before death wotild come years of suspense that would move like the change of fixed stars. “ There would come that awfnl stis-pense of time when the pitiless drop would fall like the crash of a universe upon the doomed head. The time came when the very lifaatood still and the soul was imprisoned in a mansoletmi. Fixed and rigid, the poor boy was a sphinx, endowed with life and deprived of movement Every joint in his body became ossified by the chalky deposits, and not even a movement ttu^ provoked deathlike i^onybecamepossibly. Even the joints in his neck became rigid, the fingers stiff, and the limbs petrified. He was astone frame, with a covering of flesh and the sonl of a living man. The muscles of the eyes even failed, and the lids falling upon the weary balls shut in forever the darkness that hung about him like the gloom of the grave. “Then came, with the same step of measured eternity, the ossification of the joints of the jaws, and he was fed between the rigid teeth. How slowly death moved cannot be described, bnt when the inflammation had seized hia heart in tfiat last prolonged spasm, nature could no longer give warning of its agony. What tortures took place under the drawn curtains of that human mystery can no more be told than the secrets of those horrors in the lowest dungeons of the Inquisition. Death came, but it was like the fading of the mist-line into the clouds, and as we stood about that chair no one dared to utter his thought—^no one conld tell whether the soul still lurked in its prison, or whether death was life, or life was death. “ When he was buried his fixed limbs were broken with hammers, in order that he might be placed in a coffin.” THE SCHOOL TEACHEB. How He F la tte re d Mike Horn Into Telling th e T ruth. WIT A5D WISDOM. Dodjo Somethino.—Mrs. Hutchinson threatened, at Sligo, Ohio, to do something that would “ make Oscar feel right bad.” Oscar waa her husband, and th«7 had quarreled. That night she eloped with a negro neighbor. Mike declared that he would pay “ Old Silence,” as he called the teacher, for whipping him, and not Jim Jones, and for several days he was planning how he should do it, but in vain, as it was atask that required considerable skill and ingenuity. At last, however, the opportunity came to him unexpectedly. He had, as usual, been “ doing nothing,” and OS a punishment had to stay in school during dinner time. I t was a severe ordeal for him. Looking out of the window he conld see the boys playing, and having a good time generally; he would rather take a dozen whippings than be deprived of his play hour. He, owever, concluded to while away the time in drawing on the blackboard, for he had considerable talent in that direction. AU at once a thought struck Mm - ju s t the thing for revenge on “ Old SUence.” He would caricature him and write his new name on the drawing and leave it to be seen by all the scholars. So he glanced about, and seeing the place clear of prying eyes, went to work. “ Won’t he be mad ?” chuckled Mike to himself. “ That’s his nose exactly,” and he stepped backward toadmire his work. No one will ever know who d«d it,” he thought, as he added the eyeglasses and finished the work, much to his satisfaction. The scholars had not ^long been assembled before the iUnstfation waj discovered, and its resemblance to the teachei recognized. A general titter went over the school-room and attracted the attention of the teacher. “ Silence!” he exclaimed, looking up from his writing, at which geographies were in great demand by the schooL “ Simon, what amuses you?” Simon George had left his geography at home, so his mirth waa beyond concealment. He did not dare to speak lest he should burst out laughing, so he simply pointed to the blackboard to which the teacher had his back turned. Mike Horn had his revenge; in fact he never enjoyed any thing so much in his life. His handkerchief wa« scarcely large enough to fill his mouth, and it was with great difficulty that he kept from laughing aloud. The teacher gave one look at the blackboard and then at the school. There , was no merriment now. • ♦ ♦ “ Silence ” waa about to vent his wrath and commence a search for the guilty person who had thus caricatured him, bnt the thought struck him th a t . .^ course he had on the spur of the moment intended to pursue was not altogether a wise one, even though it might be the most correct. What, then, was the astonishment of the school to see the stern features of the hard-hearted school-master relax into a broad smile. In fact, he laughed quite heartQy, and again examined the drawing. “ Well, whoever did that,” hesaid, aloud, “hasasnperior talent for drawing, and will make agreat a rtis t” He pretended not to notice that it was intended as a cancature of him- 3c lt “ Surely that must have been done by some grown person ; no scholar of mine, I imagme, can draw so well; if there is, he must receive instruction at once.” Mike Horn opened his eyesverj^wide; he waa being praised for his work, and “ Old Silence” did not recognize it as himselt “Well, that ia too good,” he thought “ Yes, whoever did th a t” continued the school-master, still looking admiringly at the blackboard, “ must take lessons in drawing and painting. Who did it? ” Puttingthe question abrupUy. Mike, suspecting no deception on the part of the teacher, and thinking he had made a great hit, which would indeed make him a hero in the eyea of the school, rose to his feet, and, casting one glance of pride and grandeur over the school-room, said, gladly, “ I did.” Every eye waa upon him in astonishment and admiration. AU except “ Silence” himself—his eye was npon poor Mike, but not in admiration—the pleas ant .mi'lA had left his face, and in its place a look of satisfaction at his own great cunning. “ Mike Horn,” he said “ it was you “ Yea, sir.” “ WeU,” continued “ SUence,” “ you certainly deserve praise for your talent, as I said before, and should improve it, but yon did wrong in ridiculing your superior in choosing such a subject for Ulustration, and for that I must pnnish you severely.” \rikfl was neatly tiapped; he admitted that afterward; at the time, however, he was too frightened to reason much about i t The eccentric “ SUence” immetliately dragged poor Mike to the front, administered to him a sound - floggmg, and compeUed him to remain standing on the smaU stool aU the afternoon; but Mii«« kept his voluntary promise—" He never did it again.” CcBioiTS Statistics.—A melancholy statistical fiend of a Western paper has been compiling mortuary statistics of some of the big batUes of the war. Eighty soldiers, aU shot above the hips, and aU of one regiment, feU dead at one voUey in the battle of Gettysburg. At Fair Oaks twenty men went down one upon the other in a space of a few feet and never moved a limb among them after faUing. One sheU at Cold Harbor exploding in the ranks of an Ohio regiment killed sixteen soldiers. At Savage Station, during McCleUan’s charge, a solid shot fired from a Federal piece at an infantry column marching by fours killed twenty-one men. At Fredericksburg 5,000 Union soldiers were kUled in less than ten minutes. Near Vicksburg a gunboat threw a singl sheU at a rebel battery and kiUeil eighteen men, wounding fiftCA otheia. Elofkmkmts are becoming quite faafa> ionable. A horse ran away with an d d maid in Philadelphia. I f you have a pretty daughter yoa wiU have a brain fuU of anxiety and house full of scented note paper. As Iowa wife who was suing frfd i-vorce proved that she had not had • penny of her own in thirteen years. OAn.T the gallant ice-man Goes sporting in the sun. And selleth fifteen hundred weight And charges for a ton. One of the uses of adversity ia to enable yonr neighbors to buy aU yonr new furniture at about 95 per c en t off atora prices. Am imbecUe who wished to make him-seliagreeabletoLongfeUowsaM: “ Sir, every night of my life I faU o n r one of your works.” A iiAzz boy was complaining that hia bed was too short, when hia fMbar sternly replied, “ That is because yo« are always too long in it, sir.” ^ Taa man who offered Dr. Tanner $1,500 per week to lecture, must have reasoned that this country had givea brains the go-by for an empt^ stomach. “ Mb. SioTH,” said a lady at a lair, “ wont you bu^ this bouquet to present to the lady you love ? ” “ ’Twouldn’t h» right,” said Mr. Smith; “ Pm a m anied man.” T h e editor, ’tis plain, ia best of men, whether his acta be dark or bright, foe . Pope, a truthful man, nmat wiady layat “ He can’t be wrong wbcee life ia in tho “ T h a t prisoner has a very amoetfe countenance,” said the Judge to ^ Sheriff: “ Yes,” responded the Sheriil^ “ he was ironed just before he •wm brought in.” A Dkadwood miner played haae-MlI'’ with a can of nitro-gtycerine juat show his companiona that he waan’t afraid of the stuff. The only tiaoe o* iiim was a hole in the gronnd. Naxivk to strongw: “ We have al> waya an east wind in Galveaton.” “ Bu4 I see the wind right now ia from th* w est” “ Oh, that’s the east wind co o k ing b a (^ you know.” “ Ah I Gubbt a t a restaurant to waiter, h*»«- - iog acomplaint to m ake: “ Say, waitea, where ia the proprietor ?” Waitat, vrfth a fond and pitying smile: “ D o y e a think he dines hero? Thebow kmiwr too much for th a t” Whim they can’t make aa ABmujt brfiy quit crying in any o th e r > i^ they let him crawl under the h e ^ and W.gfcA him believe they think he’a and are looking for him, and he wifl keep quiet for two hours. “ Hi ! you dropped a brick up there I" shouted a pedestrian, <m whoM shoulder a brick had faUen from a ftmr-atory scitfold. “ All right,” cheerfnUy responded the bricUayer, “ yoa needn’t take the tronUe to Ining i t np.” A pom aaya: “ Lovoholdameaol I would that I conld i p l I ftntter op and down, and to and fro I In TiiJ^ love holds me so!” Eat a raw ookii just before y o u go to aee her, and « • wiU loosen her graap and throw ^ window. A K a n s a s City reportiear leeorda « • fact that the defeated ci«didate “ toefc his w v to the train, wrapped ini^OBaa and new store dothea. The an el^tant fit, but the store dothea w«» too short in the legs and very baggy about the shonldera,” _ “Wmco i» the man delicate feeling or s ig h t r asked a Columbia CoUege. “ Feeling,” wqwmd. e'd a student “ Give a proof ol it, wilfc an example,” said the profeswjr. “ Well, my chum can feel hia moostaOie, to t nobody can see it,” responded the it* - d en t ^ _ A BOX of three years, sitting a t » ner with hia mother and th ereat c i tbm family, - waa violating the rfd adag^ “ Children should be seen and na4 heard.” Hia mother commanded U a to be quiet, when he suddenly aahe^ lifammo, what are Kttle boya’ mootha made for r HiNBT is so practical r” s a d I f e Tonngwife. “ When Mother wait int* the country last year Henry «ent aU t o thinga after her the very aext * y ; said she might want some at them, jvm know. And it’s kind o’ fnnny,” ahewai*. on, “ mother did want then^ for she ha* never come ba<^ to live with ns smeri. Wasn’t it queer?” A oENnNK incident: Dr. L----- called upon a lady acquaintance the other day and was met at the door by the la^y’a little girl. He asked her to tell her mftmma, that Dr. L ----- had called. T ie nhilil went upstairs m d presently n - turned. “ Did yon tell yonr manma?’* asked the doctor. “ Yes.” “ And what did she say?” “ She said, ‘O, pahaw!” * “ Sib,” wrote a lordly absents ofjiho last century to his agent, who informed him he could coUect no rents, as tho ♦^Tianfai threatened to shoot him should he ask for them—“ Sir, I deaiie that yoa proceed to coUect my rents at once, and, that these rascala may know that I am not to be trifled with, inform them that no threats to shoot you wiU inthnidata me.” An old lady descended from an om » bus. “ Ah!” she exclaimed, in a tone o f - approbation, “ how much mere pdBta young men are now-a-daya than they used to be. Why, I have always of roMn in an omnibus, but when 1 "W young I could never ride in one witnont being crowded or feeling some * elbows digging into my side, sw * things never happen now-ardays! Db man who buUds up hia ^ an empty stomach wiU drap out o’ sight all of a sudden. I t ’s pleasant to a hero, but de man who aims hia drflM a day, pays his debts, speato t ^ brings up his chUl’en in the right w ^ and wins de respect of his n a y b ^ im suitin' his sand-scow ’bout a^ nigh^oe trne light as he kin go.—Lim» ■ ^Philoaophy. . . .
|Title||Southport Times, 1880-09-03|
|Subject||Fairfield (Conn.) -- Newspapers; Southport (Conn.) -- Newspapers; Fairfield County (Conn.) -- Newspapers|
|Description||Frequency: Weekly; Publication dates: Began in 1879; Description based on: Vol. 1, no. 37 (July 31, 1879)|
|Collection||Newspapers of Connecticut|
|Source - Location||Connecticut State Library microfilm, AN104.S75 T56|
|Relation||Continues:Fairfield County times|
|Publisher||Henry A. Van Dalsem, ed.|
|Rights||Digital Image © Connecticut State Library. All rights reserved. Images may be used for personal research or non-profit educational uses without prior permission. For permission to publish or exhibit, see Reproduction and Publication of State Library Collections, http://ctstatelibrary.org/reproduction-publication/|
|Title-Alternative||The Southport times|
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T he r So u t h p o r t T imes. \
F A I R F I E L D C O U N T Y
VOL. I I . NO. 42. SOUTHPORT, CONN., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1880. TERMS: s:r.r'i!'“ “• ? . - « * Sliijje Cojies 3 CiintL
W . C H U l i C H O U S E ,
• O U T H P O K T , - - C O N N . ,
M E R C H A N T TA ILO R .
Work at Moderate Prices.
S im o n B a n k s ,
SOUTHPORT, - - - - CONN.,
CiU H l G nteriij, Ferlllizcrs, tnil lioal
Murphy’s P a in te rs ’ Supply Store.
A fapve awr stMk *r LEIDS. OUS, TDEPEJrTISES, VAPJ^gaES WttlTINtt
H t im u s M i 00MB8 «r en rjr «eMriptlM, 1b ^ ,i ^ Dktmper
a t Hew Tork PrleM.
P U te mm*. O nM M B tal V a te tla c ^
f e O T r rW F O B T ,________ - - - C O N JV .
, SH E RW O O D & M E EK ER .
' SOUTHPOPJjr, CONN.,
CM G B IB li IM DB AMD R E D , HIKDWABE, CKOCKERT, GLA88WABE.
PAUreflw OIU» P aR T BBC8HE8, GLASS *c.,
O H E A - P f o r c a s h .
NEWSPAPER AND PERIODICAL DEPOT
I C r e a m a n d D t n i n a r S a l o o n .
i CIGARS AND TOBACCOS.
LOUIS MUSER, - Southport, Conn.
E LW O O D BROTHERS,”
S O U X H P O B X . - C 0 3 V N .
C H O IC E F A M IL Y G R O C E R I E S ,
A T L O W E S T C A S H P B I 0 E 8 .
~ C . BUCKINGHAM,
• O U X H P O B X . ..................................................... C O N N . .
MANUFACTURER OF HARNESS
And Dealer is *U kinds of
n O R S E F U R N I S H I N G GO OD S .
TllECAIt VKRAND THECALIPU.
WESTPORT milUiENTAL WORKS!
GEO. P . JEH V nrO S , FWiprietor,
CMrtraetor u i UalMcr ef Huit-toMs, («|»ln« u 4 O a rte ry W«rk.
HicMjr iwUikei and flarly ^ u e a te i lu liM Marble, Oatmr an4
<^arfc»’» UUii4 tiraMlt«. ilMd«toue« a fpeeialtf.
TA U > AVD O m C E , K AIH STREET. WESTPORT, COHIT.
K. B .-I uniploy uo agcuU. and wiU i>cll at a rt duction of flftocn per ccnt.
' “ H ^ U ^ T O nT c ^ ^ X i L R O a“d 7 ”
WIKTKB ABBAKGEMBRIV-In eBect NoTembw lOtti, IW».
. BBTOfflSroBT-W.lO Mid 11.00 a. m. and 4 85 and 6.00 p. m. for Dan.
5 2 5 S l .2 % S ^ Saratoga and the We*t iWoash ticket* lord and bium m
akMkadfrou p aM en ^ d e p ^ «.00 p. m. to r Mtw Milford. iSlOVE I » B B ID a E I ^ ^
M 6 a .iit. a j ^ m a « .4 6 ^ g .3 0 p. m. &omHewlCUford,U.80aQdS.4Sp.Bi.ftoiu PittsSaU,
T O R E N T .
Tfc« titore la tte Brieb Blaek oa Ceatre Htreet, aext to the 8outlipor
f taw aSkw. A in
F O R S A L E ,
Oae Herriar 8afe, aa« oae Carriage Pale, autde to a t aay carriage, laqaire of
K. T HAEilj, Southport, Conn.
P e n s io n s , B o u n t i e s , d c .
1 9 ‘OMaiaad for HoMiw oC aU <
W. H. N O B L E ,
BRIDGEPORT, - CONN.
N. BUCKINGHAM & CO.,
Wholesale and Retail Furniture Dealers
SST, SW -W atar St., « p B rid cep o rt, Coaa.
« ‘AllKMa«f FanttareTatyOhaopforiMi. Gooda IMmnd oat of town
W h a t Brtm O h a i - . ^ ________
F . M. M O N T IG N A N I,
P h o t o g r a p h i c A r t i s t ,
•1 6 Xafa Sts Cor. State, ovor Haadltoa^ Drac Storo,
a 9 > V O X ^ a BUT f ib s t -o la sb w o b k x a d e . ^
a t Bawa&la PriewL •
W . L . F E R R I S , D . D . S . ,
Dental Rooms, 3 5 4 Main S tre e t,
• BRIDGEPORT, CONN.
Giadoato of FeuiajlTaDia OoUaga of Daotal Bugaiy.
C O U O H 1 .1 N B R O S . ,
House P a in te rs and Decorators,
Fine Oold Wall PuperM, Decorations,
Window Shades and Fixtures,
€11 TfntN, Fresco Borders,
English and American White Lead,
Oil, Zinc, Colors, etc., elc.
J . S. CA RO L I, D .D .S .
u n t o o f J k C a r ^ l a n d C o l l c f r o »<* IK ^ n t a l
oporationB pertaining to Dentistry pcrf|
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