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W8? ' " •;. :•• ..- '-x.' "-••• . :•••;•• • .• '• .• • •:•-••• .;.•• . •- J - -*- ^ " 11 " ' " :ifi::W^' " ' • ESTABLISHED 1880. THOMPSONVILLE, OOlOr., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1904. ?•;•.•/•;•?•'• ;r: -v; v;'-^?''^-^-'' ^c;;'-^ ''*}x\-l'--xr.-'.-''r ,,... ..., . ;;;-,_,V:. • - .. .,• X;•-,.••• ',i ~ " ^ '" "' " ' - ~ ~ ' ' ? :>y-:; ^ . YOL. XXIY. NO. 41. .. i : Forbes & Wallace, | Forbes & Wallace. Mail Orders Receive Prompt Attention. New Spring Dress Goods We are already showing a large line of New Spring Dress Goods, in the newest weaves and colorings. It includes all the most popular styles of suitings for street and evening wear, as well as light weight materials for shirt-waist suits. 38-inch Pebble Granite Cloth, in 12 colors—25c. 38-inch Fancy Check and Plain Suitings—37|c. 36-inch all-wool Etamine, in eight leading shades, special at 39c. 42-inch all-wool Cheviot Serge, in 14 shades—50c. 38-in. fancy striped Cheviot, eight shades— 50c. 38-inch superfine Cashmere, twenty different shades—50c. 38-inch all-wool Granite Cloth, 14 shades—50c. 38-inch fancy Etamine, six leading shades—50c. 38-inch English Mohair—50c. 42-inch Suiting, in blue with white woven dots—50c. 36 to 38 inch Scotch Suitings, in fancy mixtures and checks, 5 different styles—50c. 38-in. all-wool Albatross, in a fine line of colors—50c and 58c. Danish Cloth, half wool, in cream color—our price 12^<l Second Week of the Food Fair. All of the attractions that have aroused such a lively interest in the Food Fair will be continued throughout this week. They make it a most interesting place to spend an hour profitably. But its educational aspect is the most important. It is an exposition of the best and purest Foods that the world produces. The great special values are continued all this week. Forbes & Wallace. Main, Vernon and Pynchon streets, Springfield, Mass. Business Is what We are After. While others are " hollering" dull times, WE are going to get business and your money with it, if prices and quality count for anything with you. A few samples of the many bargains for the next ten days— THE BEST FLOUR IN TOWN. t Up-Town Pride per bbl Extra fancy Potatoes, bush 3 cans apples 3 cans pears 3 cans peaches 3 cans tomatoes 3 cans peas 3 cans beets 3 cans syrup 3 cans soup 3 cans beans 3 cans clams 6 cans sardines 3 cans sardines, imported 3 cans dried apples, fancy 3 cans prunes, fancy 3 bottles ketchup $5.50 90c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 25c 1 great big bottle pepper relish 10c and so we might goon. We've got the stock, You the money, Let's exchange. The Up-town Trading We want those that like good Hams to try one of our native sugar-cured hams—mild, juicy and tender. Now that you have got through eating turkey, send in your orders for one of those nice, big, white, tender ribs of Watson's Corned Beef, always nice and sweet, not that kind that takes the skin off your tongue. Are you in the market for lard? If so, get one of our 10-lb pails, $1. We have got a very nice line of Crackers, oatmeal, London cream, zu-zu, saltine, animals, golden gate, cheese lunch biscuit, Unee-da ginger wafers. Peanut butter and home made ketchup. SABEFTY BROWN. Th' purtiest woman in this town Is little old Sarepty Brown. I know she's wrinkled, gray an' bent— An' some folks sez she gossips, too; She knows who's come an' knows who's W. T. WATSON. Call 42-4. Opp. Poat Office. Thompsonville. Ct. Best costs no More. Ask for HOOD'S OLD WABASH. HOOD RUBBERS HOOP BOSTON _ BY A TRUST „ ,'OT GET TH£S£f?UB-yOU/ f££X££ff-MWr£US SORES. BURNS An' what they did or didn't do— say, when maw was sick that spring ith typhoid fever, 8arepty Brown, She come an' shouldered ever'thing. When maw got up, w'y she was down 1 An' when Mort Parkins' little girl Got sick that time an' like to died— Yes, sir. Mis' Parkms'd clipped a curl To 'member her, an' cried an' cried— Sarepty Brown, she nursed all night An' day, an' night an' day again, An' never rested, when she might 'A' sort o' idled now an' then. An' that's the way, where folks is sick Or sorrowful, or in distress, Sarepty Brown, through thin an' thick Can find some way their lives to bless. An' people sez 'at when she bends An' holds her hand against their brow It seems like when a angel sends A healin' balm to cure, somehow. I ain't no preacher; got no creed; Ner artickles o' faith, but, say, God knew what all us folks'd need An' sent Sarepty Brown this way. I can't see any wrinkled face Or faded hair when I see her; I see th' golden glow o' grace Bight straight from glory, I do, sir! Th' purtiest woman in this town Is little old Sarepty Brown. A SELFISH WOMAN'S FATE. CENTER. '••-i LADIES NYROYAl PUIS. HaviUmTham mend as th* BEST 11 Brand tworth Conn. tftngar, BO leonytatftyotLOi CO* 6«fHQi 'v'.-r'-' v.':.:-- -v. * The insane have for me a peculiar attraction. They dwell in a mysterious realm of fantastical dreams, where everything they have seen on earth, everything they have loved, everything they have done, comes to them again in an imaginary existence, untrammelled by all the laws that govern events and rule the human mind. For them the impossible no longer exits, the improbable disappears, magic is real, and the supernatural familiar. The olden barriers of common sense, logic and reason break, fall and crumble beneath their freed imaginations, escaping, with fabulous leaps which nothing can arrest, to the limitless land of fancy. They make no efforts to control events, overcome resistances or obstacles, for at their whim they can be princes, emperors or gods, can possess all the riches of the world, all the good things of life, enjoy all pleasures, be always strong and comely, eternally young and ever cherished. They only can be happy here below, for, for them, reality is dead. I love to bend over their vagrant reason, as one bends over an abyss in whose depths foams an unknown torrent, come from one knows not where and bound one knows not whither. Still the strangest fancies of madmen are in sane and familiar ideas, strange only because no longer enchained by reason. Their capricious source fills us with astonishment merely because we have not seen it spout forth. Nevertheless, the insane always interest me, and I con-tantly seek them out, irresistibly attracted by that commonplace mystery, madness. So, one day, while visiting one of their asylums, the doctor who was escorting me said: "Wait. I want to show you an unusually interesting case," and ha opened the door of a cell where a woman about forty years of age, still beautiful, was seated in an armchair and gazed persistently at her features in a handglass. As soon as she perceived us she rose, ran to the opposite side of the room, picked up a veil and, after carefully covering her face, returned to respond to our greetings by a slight movement of her head. "Well," said the doctor, "how are you this morning?" She sighed deeply. "Oh, ill, very ill, sir; there are more marks every day." He replied decisively: "No, I assure you that there are not. Indeed, you are mistaken." 'She leaned toward him to whisper: "No, I am sure. I counted ten more pitholes this morning, three on the right cheek, four on the left, and three, too, on my forehead. It is frightful, frightful! I shall no longer dare to see any one, not even my son—no, not even him! Nothing can be done, I am disfigured for life." and sobbing bitterly, she dropped heavily into her chair. The doctor seiated himself near her, and said in a low, consoling tone: "Come, show them to me. I know they are not serious. With but a slight cauterization I can efface them all." She shook her head in denial, but did not speak. He then tried to raise her veil; but she seized it so strongly with both hands that her nails pierced it. The doctor once more strove to coax and reassure her: "Come, you know that I always get them away, those ugly marks—that no one can see them in the least after I have attended to them; but if you will not show them to me, of course I cannot cure you." She murmured: "Well, you I do not' mind; but I do not know the gentleman who is with you." "He is also a doctor, who will care for you still better than L" Then she allowed her face to be uncovered, suffused with blushes from emotion and the shame of being seen. She lowered her eyes, turned her head from side to side to avoid our gaze and stammered: "Oh, how I suffer at showing myself like this I Horrible, is it not? Horrible 1" I contemplated her with the utmost astonishment, for not the slightest mark, spot or scar was visible on her counte- A RUNAWAY BICYCLE terminated with an ugly cut on the leg of J B Orner, Franklin Grove, 111. It developed a stubborn ulcer unyielding todoctors and rem* ediea^oft four years. Then Bucklen's Ar- %tojfal»flj§ure<& It'sjttstf as good for fcurttsjscalos, skin eruptions ana pilee, at $ N Smith'* drug-store, 860. ||a She turned to me, her eyes still low ered, and said: "It was while taking care of my sor that I caught this frightful disease, sir. ] saved him, but I am disfigured. I gave him my beauty, poor child! Well! I did my duty, and my conscience is at rest. If I suffer, only God knows it." The doctor had taken from his pocket a small camel's hair brush. "Sit still," said he, "and let me fix those spots." She turned her right cheek, and he began touching it here and there as lightly as though placing small dots of color. He then treated the left cheek in the same manner; next ttie chin and forehead, and exclaimed: "Look, they are gone, all gone!" She took up the mirror, contemplated herself fixedly for some moments with the keenest anxiety, striving, if possible, to discover something; then said with a sigh: "No, they no longer Bhow much. I thank you infinitely." The doctor had risen. He bowed to her, showed me out, and following after said as soon as the door was closed: "I will tell you that unfortunate woman's cruel history. Her name is Madam Hermet She was exceedingly beautiful, very coquettish, sincerely beloved, and entirely happy. She was one of those women who have nothing in the world but their beauty and the desire to please to sustain, cherish and console them. The constant care of her complexion, her hands, her teeth and each visible charm, occupied every hour and all her attention. "She became a widow with an only son. The child was brought up as are all children of greatly admired society women; nevertheless, she loved him. "He grew tall, and she—old. "One day—she was then thirty-five years of age—her son, aged fifteen, fell ill. "He was confined to his bed before any one could determine the cause of his suffering or its exact nature. A priest, his tutor, watched constantly beside him, while Mme Hermet came morning and evening to see him. "She would come in the morning in her dressing-gown, smiling and perfumed, and ask even before she passed the door: " 'Well, Georges, are you not beter?' "And the big boy, with his face swollen and red with fever, would reply: " 'Yes, mother dear, a little better.' "She would remain a few moments in his room, look at the vials of medicine with an exclamation of disgust, then exclaim, suddenly: 'Oh, I've forgotten something very important,' and run quickly out. "At night she would appear in a low-cut bodice, in still more of a hurry, for she was always late, and would have just time to ask: " 'Well, what did the doctor say?' "The tutor replied: " 'He has not yet decided, madam.' "At length one night the tutor answered; " 'Madam, your son has the small-pox.' "She uttered a cry of terror and fled. "When her maid entered her bed-room on the morrow she smelled a strong odor of burned sugar and found her mistress in bed, trembling with anguish and with cheeks pale from want of sleep. Mme Hermet asked; as soon as the blinds were drawn: " 'How is Georges?' " 'Oh, not well at all to-day, madam.' "She rose at noon, ate only an egg and a cup of tea, as though she had been ill, then went out and learned of a druggist how to guard against contagion from small-pox. "She returned at dinner time loaded down with vials, and went immediately to her room, where she saturated herself and her clothing with disinfectants. "The tutor awaited her in the dining-room. As soon as she met him she ex-olaimed, in tones of deepest emotion: " 'Well?' " 'Oh, no better. The doctor is very anxious.' "She began to sob, and could eat nothing whatever. "On the morrow at daybreak she sent to inquire, and receiving news no more favorable, passed the entire day in her room, where smoked innumerable small braziers that gave forth pungent odors. "Her servant also stated that she could be heard moaning all night long. "A week passed thus, during which she did nothing save take the air an hour or two in the afternoon. She asked for news every hour, and wept bitterly each time they were worse. . "On the eleventh day, in the morning, the tutor, having had himself announced, entered her apartment, his face pale and grave, and refusing to seat himself, said: " 'Madam, your son is much worse and asks to see you.' "She fell upon her knees and cried: " 'Oh, my God! my God! I shall never dare! Help me, oh, my God!' "The priest replied: " 'The doctor has little hope, madam, and Georges is waiting for you.' "Then he left her. "Two hours later, as the young man grew weaker and again called for his mother, the tutor went once more to her room and found her yet upon her knees, still weeping and repeating: " 'I cannot 1 I cannot! I am too afraid. I cannot!' . ~"He strove to persuade, to fortify and decide her, but succeeded only in bringing on an attack of nervous paroxysms of long duration. 4 "The doctor, having returned toward night, was informed of her' cowardice, and declared that he would bring her, willing or not. "But after having exhausted all arguments, as he took hold of her to carry her to her son, she clung to the door with such obstinate grasp that it was impossible to move her. "Then when they had abandoned the struggle, she prostrated herself at the physician's feet, calling herself a wretch and begging for pardon. "'But, oh! he will not die!' she screamed. 'Tell me he will not die! Tell him I love him, worship him!' "The youth was in the agony of death, and feeling that he had but a few last moments, he implored them to persuade his mother to come and bid him adieu. With the presentiment which the dying often have, he seemed to know and comprehend all that had taken place and "If she fears to enter, beg her just to come by the balcony to my window, that I may at least see her, and bid_her goodbye in a look, since I must not kiss her.' "The doctor and the tutor returned once more to the woman. " 'You incur not the slightest risk,' they declared, 'for there will be a window pane between you and him.' "She consented, covered her head, took up a bottle of smelliog salts, and made three steps upon the balcony; then, suddenly, biding her face in her hands, she moaned: " 'No, no. I dare not see him—never! I am too ashamed—too afraid! No, I cannot!' "They tried to drag her, but she clutched the rails in desperation, and groaned so piteously that she attracted the attention of passers-by in the street below. "And the dying boy still waited, his eyes turned toward the window for a last look at the sweet face of his dearly beloved mother. "He waited long and night came. Then he turned his face to the wall and spoke no more. "When day broke he was dead. "On the morrow she was insane." Not as He Wrote It. An editor was sitting in his office one day when a man enteced whose brow was clothed with thunder. Fiercely seizing a chair, he slammed his hat on the table, hurled bis umbrella on the floor, and sat down. -'Are you the editor?" he asked. "Yes." "Can you read writing?" "Of course." "Read that, then," he said, thrusting at the editor an envelope with an inscription on it. "B——said the editor, trying to spell it. "That's not a 'B;' it's an 'S,'" said the man. " 'S?' Oh, yes, I see. Well, it looks like 'Sal for Dinner,' or 'Souls of Sinners,' " said the editor. "No, sir," replied the man; "nothing of the sort. That's my name—Samuel Brunner. I knew you couldn't read. I called to see about that poem of mine you printed the other day, entitled "The Surcease of Sorrow." "I don't remember it," said the editor. "Of course you don't, because it went into the paper under the villainous title of 'Smearcase To-morrow.'" "A blunder of the compositor, I suppose." "Yes, sir; and that's what I want to see you about. The way in which that poem was mutilated was simply scandalous. I haven't slept a night since. It exposed me to derision. People think I am an ass. (The editor coughed.) Let me show you. The first line, when I wrote it, read in this way: 'Lying by a weeping willow, underneath a gentle slope.' That is beauti-ful and poetic. Now, how did your vile sheet represent it to the public? 'Lying to a weeping widow, I induce her to elope.' 'Weeping widow,' mind you. A widow! Oh, thunder and lightning! This is too tpuch 1 But look at the fourth verse. That's worse yet. 'Cast thy pearls before swine, and lose them in the dirt.' He makes it read in this fashion: Cart thy pills before sunrise, and love them if they hurt.' Now, isn't that a cold-blooded outrage on a man's feelings? I'll leave it to you if it isn't." "It's hard, sir; very hard," said the editor. "Then take the fifth verse. In the original manuscript it said, plain as daylight: "Takeaway the jingling money; it is only glittering dross." In its printed form you made me say: 'Take away the tingling money; put some flies in for the hoss.' By George! I feel like attacking somebody with yon fire shovel! But, oh, look at the sixth verse. I wrote: "I'm weary of the tossing of the ocean as it heaves.' When I opened your paper and saw the line transformed into 'I'm wearing out my trousers till they're open at the knees,' I thought that was taking it an inch too far. I fancy I have a right to murder that compositor. Where is he?" "He's out just now," said the editor. Come in to-morrow." • 'I will," said the poet; ' 'and I will come armed." trim COUGH AND WOBKB OFS' THE GOLD.—-Laxative Bromo-Qainine Tablets ouieaooldin one day. No cure, nb pay. Prlee S6T0pg^.. : In the past twenty years, according to the figures of the labor bureau at Washington, there have been more than 22,000 strikes, involving a loss to employes and employers of over $400,000,000. The loss to the workmen themselves has been more than twice that of their employers. v.. DOESN'T RESPECT OLD AGE —It's shameful when youth fails to show propep respect for old age, but just the contrary in the case of Dr King's New Life Pills. They cut off maladies no matter how severe and irrespective of old age. Dyspepsia, jaundice, fever, constipation, all yield to this perfect pill. 25c, at EN Smith's drag-store. Physicians and E.F- F. PAESONS, M. D. and office No. 45 rhompsonvffle, Conn. Office hours, a. m.; 2.00 to 3.00, and 6.00 to 7.80 p. m. Bay be left at E. N. Smith's drug store. 8.00 to I Printers and rHE PABSONS PRINTING CO., Publishers of THI THOHPSONVILLS Mulligan's Block, Corner Sonth 1 High Streets, JBA P. ALLEN, TEACHER OF MUSIC, Also agent for the finest Pianos and Organs 30ld In this vicinity. Can refer to scores of purchasers. Musical merchandise of every description on hand, or obtained at short notice. Lindsey's block (room 1), Thompsonville, Ct. Miss Emma L. Parsons, Teacher of Piano, No. 48 PEARL STREET. Thompsonville, - Conn. FBEDEBIC C. ABBE. Teacher of Music Studio, Mulligan's New Block, THOMPSONVILLE. Pianos, Sheet Music, Self-players. Dentistry. B.H THORNTON, D.D.S. MANSLKY'S BLOCK, Thompsonville, Conn. OFFICE HOURS—8.80 a. m. to 12m; 1.30to bp.m. Evenings' to 8 p. m., except TBPfdajg and Thursdays. Appointments can be made by telephone. L. N. WILEY, D. D. S.; ZDZElSrTIST-Oental office in Smith's block, Main St., Thompsonville. Extracting a Specialty. Office hours, 8 a. m. to 9 p. m. Undertakers and Directors. UNDERTAKER and EMBALMER 45 AND 47 MAIN ST., THOMPSONVILLE, . . . CONN. - Railroads. TT ARTFORD AND Jll str SPRINGFIELD STREET RAILWAY CO. On and after January 18, 1904, cars will leave the Waiting Station at Thompsonville For Warehouse Point and Hartford at 32 minutes past the hour. For Springfield and Chicopee at 10 minutes and 40 minutes past the hour. Cars for Thompsonville and Hartford leave Court Square, Springfield, at 52 minutes past the hour. Cars for Thompsonville, Hazardville, Scitico, Somersville and Somers leave Court Square, Springfield, at 22 , minutes past the hour. Cars for Warehouse Point, Thompsonville and Springfield leave City Hall, Hartford, at 34 minutes past the hour. ESpOn Saturdays and Sundays cars will run from Springfield to Hartford every'half hour. H. S. NEWTON^ Superintendent. S OMERS AND ENFIELD ELECTRIC RAILWAY CO. On and after January 18, 1904, cars will be run through without change from Somers to Springfield and Chicopee, Mass. D Cars will leave Somers, going north, on the hour, reaching Thompsonville at 40 minutes past the hour, arriving in Springfield at 22 minutes past the hour. Returning, leave Court Square, Springfield, at 22 minutes past the hour, Thompsonville at 2 minutes past the hour, and arrive at Somers at 45 minutes past the hour. H. S. NEWTON, Superintendent. N EW YORK, NEW HAVEN AND HARTFORD RAILROAD CO. J£LEIN, BROWN & CO., UNDERTAKING AND EMBALMING. 80 Main street, ) Residence, 40 Pearl st., J Thompsonville. Telephone connection. Miscellaneous. W. Gibson Field, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR-AT-LAW, OFFICE, - 139 KNFIELD STREET, (Southwest from l'ost-Offlce), ENPIELD, C03ST2ST. FJIHOMPSONYILLE BARBER SHOP, 84 MAIN STREET. -1ffipHair Cutting a Specialty. A. J. GIACONIA, Proprietor. Gates' Express. Oates' Express does all kinds of Light and Heavy teaming. Freight work is a special feature for every-day business. Moving pianos and household furniture carefully attended to. Furniture stored by the week or month, with or without insurance EDWIN OATES, Prospect street, Thompsonville, - Conn. TRAINS LEAVE SPRINGFIELD, GOING SOUTH, for New Haven and way stations, connecting with express trains for New York, at 5.45,7.00,7.45, 9.35 and 11.50 a. m.; 1.50, 2.27, 3.35, 4.30, 6.40 and 9.00 p. m. Sundays only—Accommodation for New Haven at 6.40, 11.50 a. m.; 3.10, 9.00 p. m. LONGMEADOW—5.51, 7 08, 9.44, 12.00 a. m.; 1.58, 3.43, 4.38, 6.48, 9.08 p. m. THOMPSONVILLE—5.58, 7.16, 7.58, 9.53 a. m.; 12.09, 2.06, 2.41, 3.49, 4.46, 6.55, 9.16 p. m. Sundays, 6.54 am; 12.09, 3.23, 9.16 p. m. ENFIELD BRIDGE—-6.02, 7.21, 9.58, a. m.; 12.14, 2.11, 3.54, 4.51, 7.00, 9.21 p. m. WAREHOUSE POINT—6.07, 7.26, 10.03 a. m.; 12.20, 2.16, 2.50, 3.59, 4.56, 7.05, 9.26 p. m. WINDSOR LOCKS—6.12,' 7.31, 8.09, 10.08 a. m.; 12.25, 2.21. 2.55, 4.04, 5.01, 7.10, 9.31 p. m. WINDSOR—6.21, 7.42,10.20 a. m.; 12.37, 2.33, 3.05, 4.14, 5.12, 7.21, 9.42 p. m. TRAINS LEAVE HARTFORD, GOING NORTH, for Springfield and way stations, connecting with the Boston & Albany R. R., and all points on the Connecticut River line, at5.55,8.02, 8.50,10.08, 11.17 a. m.; 1.25, 4.15, 5.25, 6.10, 7.00, 7.58, 9.20 and 11.25 p. m. Sundays only—Accommodation for Springfield at 9.48 a. m.; 1.25, 7.58 and 9.20 p. m. WINDSOR—6.10, 8.15, 9.01,10.21,11.29 a. m., 1.37, 4.27, 5.38, 6.21, 7.12, 8.09, 9.35, 11.39 p. m. WINDSOR LOCKS—6.21, 8.26, 9.10, 10.33, 11.39 a. m.; 1.48,4.37, 5.49, 6.29,7.22, 8.18, 9.46, 11.52 p. m. WAREHOUSE POINT—6.26,8.31,10.37 a.m; 1.52, 4.41, 5.54, 7.27, 9.51, 11.57 p. m. ENFIELD BRIDGE—6.31, 8.36,10.43 a. m.; 1.56,4.46,-5.59, 7.32, f9.55,12.03p. m. THOMPSONVILLE—6.36, 8.41, 9.20, 10.48, 11.51 a. m.; 2.01,4.51, 6.04, 6.41, 7.37, 8.28, 10.00, 12.08 p. m. Sundays, 10.18 a. m.; 2.01, 8.28, 10.00 p. m. LONGMEADOW—12.16, 6.44, 8.48, 10 57 . m.; 2.09, 4.59, 6.11, 7.45, 10.08 p. m. tLeaves passengers from south. SUFFIELD BRANCH. SUFFIELD TO WINDSOR LOCKS—7.10,7.50, 8 50, 9 50 a. m.; 1.23, 2.10, 3.45,5.30, .10,6.50 p.m. WINDSOR LOCKS TO SUFFIELD—7.32,8.27, 9.11,10.34 a. m.; 1.50, 2.57, 4.40, 5.51, 6.30, 7.23 p. m. JTY Pocket TIME TABLES can be obtain ed from the Ticket Agents at stations. Cbe Gfoompsonville press. ITDa-e Larsons IE*rintlngr Co. Thomp«onvllle, . . Conn. THE PRESS IS an eight column folio weekly, filled with interesting reading— New England, local arid general news, and well-selected miscellany. TERMS: $1.50 a~year in advance; six months, 75 cents; three months, 40 cents. Postage prepaid by the publishers. Papers are forwarded until an explicit order is received by the publishers for their discontinuance and until payment of all arrearages is made, as required by law. A J rates made known on application. Births, Marriages, and Deaths inserted free. Resolutions of condolence, 5 cents a line. THE PRESS will be for sale at John Hunter's, William Chestnut's, and by news boys, every Thursday evening. Copies folded ready for mailing can also be had at this office. At Hazardville, at the store of Wm. A. Smith. We have a complete outfit of newspaper and job type, our presses are run by steam power, and we have every facility for doing JOB PRINTING OF ALL KINDS in the latest style, at short notice, and at the lowest living prices. J®" We defy honorable competition. Give us a call or drop us a line before placing your orders The Parsons Printing Company, ThompaotiTille. Conn. [leeks' Enrollment NOTICE. NOTICE is hereby given that the Registrars of Electors, or their deputies, will be in session on Fridays, Feb. 5th and Feb. 12th, 1904, from 12 o'clock noon to 9 o'clock p m, at each of the following places: At Albert T. Lord's store, in Thompsonville, At the Post-office, in Enfield, At the Institute Hallr in Hazardville. These sessions will be held in accordance with an act passed by the General Assembly, session 1901, chapter 176, entitled "An Act concerning Political Primaries and Caucuses." The act requires Electors of every town who desire to participate in primaries or caucuses to cause their names to be entered upon enrollment lists indicating their political preferences. ALBERT T. LORD. MICHAEL J. CONNORS, Registrars of Electors. Enfield, Conn., Jan. 21, 1904. Fish! Fish! Now is the time to eat fish. We keep constantly on hand a good variety of Fresh and Salt Fish, Oysters, Clams, Canned Goods, Etc. Try our " White House " Coffee, also our '4Blue Diamond" Clam Chowder and Boston Baked Beans. - You Can Find A NICE— Harness, Blankets, Robes, Whips, AND MILLIONAIRES WEAR SOLID GOLD WATCH CHAINS,BUT THE GREAT MAJORITY OF MEN WEAR 81 Main Thompsonville Spring Delivery Contracts are now in order. Simmons Watch Chains Just as stylish and handsome as all-gold ones, wear just as long, and a good deal cheaper. They are guaranteed to give entire BANK-BY-MAIL Thompsonville Works eer— He will deliver your deposit • •safely and promptly to the strone vaults of this Bank. m a i l i s a p p r e c i a t e d by people in the towns adjacent to • Pearl Street, You oan safely take our d on a watch case as well sui the works. When we say BWiaeiflgold, it Isgold. And the prices we THOMAS & LONG . and " ' ; ville, Conn
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Forbes & Wallace, | Forbes & Wallace.
Mail Orders Receive Prompt Attention.
New Spring Dress Goods
We are already showing a large line of New Spring
Dress Goods, in the newest weaves and colorings. It includes
all the most popular styles of suitings for street
and evening wear, as well as light weight materials for
38-inch Pebble Granite Cloth, in
38-inch Fancy Check and Plain
36-inch all-wool Etamine, in eight
leading shades, special at 39c.
42-inch all-wool Cheviot Serge, in
38-in. fancy striped Cheviot, eight
38-inch superfine Cashmere, twenty
38-inch all-wool Granite Cloth, 14
38-inch fancy Etamine, six leading
38-inch English Mohair—50c.
42-inch Suiting, in blue with white
36 to 38 inch Scotch Suitings, in
fancy mixtures and checks, 5
38-in. all-wool Albatross, in a fine
line of colors—50c and 58c.
Danish Cloth, half wool, in cream
color—our price 12^|
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