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tike flnnfiUfiftHE HAS A LUCKY STAB.

Efce Oyole Rider Believes That. Soma Influence Guards Him.

BETTER DEAD.i

rA. male patient! That was an ex-

ceptional thing at St. Medard. Thelight from the red lamp suspendedabove the kneeling figure revealed theshort white' blouse and the coarseshoea of the laborer, one who hadclung to the simple peasant faith andreligions habits of his youth, doubt-less, and the priest expected nothingmore Interesting here than he waswont to hear from the lips of the oldwomen. So he went quietly into theconfessional, and after, taking a gTeatpinch of snuff he pushed ' aside ' thegreen serge curtain which closed theaperture.

"Mr. Priest." began' a rough voice,

To the Board of County Commission-ers for New Haven county: I lierebyapply, for a license to seU spirituousand intoxicating liquors, ale. lager beer,rhine wine and cider, at South Main St,Bimonsville, town of Waterbury. Myplace of business is not located wifthin200 feeft in a direct line of a church edi-fice or public school-hous- e, or thtepremises pertaining thereto or anypostoffice or public library.

Dated at Waterbury, this 14th day ofOctober A. D. 1896.

W. O. KURTIN, Agent. Applicant.We, the undersigned, electors and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse theapplication of the above named forsuCh license. Maurice Fitzgerald,James McCean, James McCullough.JnmM TT Wilton. Hutrh J. SauHa.

and frivolity too well. Ton live amongthe poor, and know by heart the storyof the laborer who, little by little,falls Into the habit of drinking, whostays away from home, wasting histime, and finally gets to abusing andbeatbig bis wife. In less than twoyears Philip had come to that.

"At first I tried to turn him fromhis evil course, and sometimes ' hewould be ashamed and promise to re-form. Finally my interference madehim dislike me, and when he saw melooking sadly around bis bare roomsand at poor Catharine, who was paleand thin from suffering, he grew furi-ous. Once be reminded me that I hadloved her once, and perhaps did still,and be was very abusive to both ofus.

"After that I did what was myduty I gave up going to see Cather-ine and my godson, and as for Philip,I met him only once in a while, whenwe happened to be working on thesame scaffolding.

"I had too much love for Catherineand her child to lose sight of thementirely. Saturday nights, when Iknew ..Philip was out drinking, Iwalked around by their house, metthe child, and by questioning himfound out how things were going. Ifthey were in want, you may believehe did not go home empty-hande- d.

"Years have passed, and Philip hasgrown worse and worse. Catherine,whom I have helped as much as Icould, has brought her boy up to man-hood, and now he is a fine fellow oftwenty, as good as his mother. Heisn't a day laborer. He has a goodeducation; he learned to draw at nightschools, and now works with an ar-chitect, where he gets good wages.

"Though the house is darkened bythe presence of a drunkard, things arenot so bad, for Camille is good to hismother; and when I meet Catherineleaning on the arm of her son myheart beats with joy.

"But last night when I met the boy,and he shook my hand for he is not

Dated at Waterbury, this 14th day of iOctober A. D. 1896.

To the Board of County Commission-ers for New Haven county: I herebyapply for a license to sell spirituousand intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,rhine wine and cider, at 57 Third St,town of Waterbury. My place of bus-iness is not located within 200 feet ina direct line of a church edifice or pub-- 1

lie school-hous- e, or the premises per-taining thereto or any postoffice orpublic library.

Dated at Waterbury, this 13th day ofjDctober A. D. 1896.

MRS HANNAH RIELT, Applicant.We, the undersigned, eletators and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse theapplication of the above named forsuch license. John P. McGrath, Thom-as Derwin, Michael McDonald, MartinBlade, John H. O'Brien.

Dated at Waterbury, this 13th day ofOctober A. D. 1896.

To the Board of County Commission-ers for New Haven county: I herebyapply for a license to sell spirituousan!d intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,rhine wine and cider, at 748 North MainSt, town ' of Waterbury. My place ofbusiness is not located within 200- feetfa a direct line of a church ediiSce orpublic school-hous- e, or the premisespertaining thereto or any posiCoflice orpublic library.

Da!ted at Waterbury, this 20th day ofOctober A. D. 1896.

JOHN B GAEREN, Applicant.We, the undersigned, electors and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse the

of the above named forsuch license. M. F. Carmouy, T. F.feu-tier- , P. W. Cdnnor, Eugene Martin,Mrted5trWaterbury, this 20th day ofOctober A. D. 1896..

.To the Board of County Commission- -ers for New Haven county: l nereoyapply for a license to sell spirituousarid intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beerrhine wine and cider, at 15 Pond Sttown of Waterbury. My place or Duslness is not located within 200 feet in a

lap lit of the wheialmen wss pari ksulsa-Iy-?

rwell disposed, fortheOTheelsM , . . -

wosxiy luunjarea.Of all tumbles on record, however.iwhiah-seeming- ly started out for tragedy,ana cnaea m comedy, that recentlytaken by Owens on the Olympic tracktakes the lead. Be was in the qace towin and victory seemed almost withinhis grasp. The spectators had alreadybegimi to appteud bim, sad the niih.waajaardly a length away. Suddenlyno. one can tell just how it happene&- -Owens wheel struck the Inside fence.IThe wSaeel halted abruptly; the riderjdid not. He kept right on in the direction he was headed and did not stopmntU he found TwTTOf in the judges"(stand. It-wa-s evenmoney as to who wasithe moet-aurprfeec- x, the rider, the judgesor the spectators, at this most nnextpeered endSng of what seemed at the mo--iznexyt of its happening a most seriousaccident.

Perhaps one of the most marvelousescapes thateer a wheelman had fromjdeath was that of A. J. Boyle, of Jersey;ty, wno, wtule rxdinfr down what isknown as the Gorge road, which runsfrom the top of the Palisades down to,. . , , .- "U : l u. iana narrowuy escaped being carried over,the edge of the cliff. His machine wentover and was dashed to pieces on the!jagged rocks, 75 feet below, while Boyle,'at the very edge of the precipice, threwihimself from his wheel and escaped!with only a severe shaking up and a few- -

bruises. ,

These are but a few of the many in-stances where the traditional "wheelsonen's luck" has seemed to interfere tosave the rider from what seemed to beinevitable death. To the majority ofperson 8 It is an unexpected mysterybut the cycle racer settles it to his ownsatisfaction when he attributes hismany escapes to his "good angel" on"lucky star.

The largest City In the World.The word London suggests bustle

and noise. One is bewildered in manyjof its streets with hurrying cabs and

two-storie- d omnibuses so covered withaggressive advertisements as to makeit quite impossible for a stranger topick out the hidden labels which in-dicate the vehicle's route and destination. London, with all its whirl, holdsthe quietest of nooks in which the traveler may rest at night or during a dayof respite from sight-seein- g. Ladies';Home Journal.

Impossible.j He They say there is a skeleton intt 3 Hamiltons' closet.

' She Bosh! They live in a flat.(Brooklyn Life.

M. AveroU, the Alexandriawho gave 1,000,000 drachmae ($200,000)to have the Stadion at Athens put intocondition to be used for the Olympiangames last spring, has now given 3,000,- -;

000 more to have it completely restored'in Pentelic marble. '

The learned oculist recently sum-- ;moned from Wiesbaden to examine andtreat Queen Victoria's eyes is a personwho has raised to European fame thesomewhat rugged name of "Pagen--;Btecker." He says that his royal pa--'

tient is suffering only from the natural'effect of advanced years, and has madeher some new glasses with which shecan read and write about as well asever.

One of the richest men in Mexico isMaximilian Dimm, a German, by birth.:He lives in-a-n old monastery in Durangoand enjoys an income of nearly $700,000a year from his silver mine. El Promon--:tario. He began life in Mexico as aclerk. Finally he went into businessfor himself, and while he waa-visiti- ng inGermany his manager took what wassupposed to be a worthless mine for adebt. It is this mine from which he isnow deriving his great income.

Tmemilled liue.4on the wife's sah4roftener thaa atrj -

other onetion. An aUlnsr writman Is a atmrca ldiscontent to hciedland a harden sMdrag upon her Inavband. Women- - bjtaking more, interestin their own phys-ical condition wooMlay the beat foaads .

uoa tor msrnea-aap-oincas and ccnother happinisaa.More than hair thflBufierinsr which sens

the energies and sours the disposition cfwomen is directly traceable to some diaor.der of the organs distinctly feminine-- Thereis no real need of such troubles ; they areinvariably cored by Dr. Pierce's FavoritePrescription, which reaches and strengthensthe internal generative organs as no othertreatment can possibly do. By restoring;health and strength to this most importantpart of the feminine constitution, the " Fa-vorite Prescription " gives new tone and en--!ergy to all the rest of the body.

One of the most deeply interesting andtruly educative books ever written is the"People's Common Sense Medical Ad-viser," by Dr. R. V. Pierce, Chief Consulti-ng: Physician of the Invalids' Hotel andSurgical Institute, Bttfialo, N. Y. Thissplendid volume of 1008 pages, includesninety pages on the subject of diseases pe-culiar to women, with directions for hornstreatment, rendering unnecessary the em-barrassing "examinations," and generallyuseless local treatment," so dreaded bymodest women. The book contains themost comprehensive explanation of humanShysiology and the rational principles of

published. IUnstrated withover 300 engravings a complete medicallibrary in one volume. No other medicalbook in the English language ever had suchan enormous sale. 680,000 copies were soldat $1.50 each. Dr. Pierce is now distrib-uting a new free edition of half a millioncopies. A copy win be sent absolutely freeto anyone who will send to the World'sDispensary Medical Association, Buffalo,N. Y., ai one-ce- nt stamps to pay cost ofmailing only. The present edition is in allrespects the same as that sold at $1.50 ex-cept only that it is bound in strong nuutillapaper covers instead of clothe

I Not Appreciated.r "Brown's play failed, I understand.'."What was the matter with it?"

"Held the mirror too close to nature,,I think. He had all the characters talking about the weather during the enVtire first act." N. Y. World. -

Lovely Woman. -j If you believe her, - -- .

She will deceive; YIf you deceive her.

She will believe.Bay City Chat. " "

RANK INGRATITUDE.

Brown Why doesn't Walker stop tot.speak? Thoug-h- t he knew vou!

Smith Used to; I introduced him tothe girl he married. Neither of them,recognize me now! London Punch.

Proof. .Willis What do you think of the old

way they had of bleeding people? J

Wallace Must have been sometbingji it. T bswl TmnVH hptfyi lipnTt fi

I qui t shaving myself . Town Topics.

Couldn't Stop.And then they both began to sing;

The key was, I- - think, B flat.Sue took the alto, ASay the air.

And I well, I tools my hat.Town Topics.

Washing Powder,

L,ike all FairiesIvorine works as if

by magic. . A table-spoonf- ul

of Ivorineto a pail of water,and lo ! the dirt hasdisappeared and the

Xa It Merely m Superstition T Yon CutAl&lce m Wheelman Take Tnmt View

of It Some AmulaK and A may, lng Escapes.

COPTRlQirr, 1SS6. . .

Every bicycle racer believes be bearsa charmed life when on the track.

Like the "Man of Destiny" whofoughtall Europe to a standstill without overreceiving a wound himself, the racingcycler has a fixed idea which neverleaves him, that his "good, angei" is con-

tinually on the watch to guard himagainst danger and harm as he pedalsat headlong speed around the "track.

This belief it is more than, a superstition- - of the racing wheelman. Issomething entirely unknown to the.general public and very rarely is it everjxeferred to by the cyclists themselves.

On the track it often happens that forsome seemingly trivial reason a riderwho is almost certain of winning a racewill absolutely refuse to ride, . eventhough he may have gone so far as tocome to the scratch prepared to start.In such cases no amount of persuasionor argument on the part of the racer'sfriends or backers can induce the manto start in that race.

Urged to give a reason, his answer al-

ways is that he bas an undefined feel-ing that he had better stay out of thatrace and stay out he invariably does.The real reason, however, is that theman is actually afraid to enter the race.His feelings are as nearly like the "bluefunk" of the schoolboy as anything, andhe has an idea that his "guardian angel"causes this feeling as a sort of warning.Be this as it may, the fact remains un-

disputed that racing wheelmen are pe-

culiarly exempt from serious accidentwhile in contests.

The death of a jockey while riding ina race, a fatal accident to a ballplayer,!broken limbs and injured health on thefootball field, and almost fatal accidents,while playing polo, are common inci- -

TIII2 MARViELOTJS ESCAPE PROSDEATH OF A J. BOTIaE.

demts; but it is seldom, indeed, that onehears of a bicycle racer meeting hisdeath on the track, and even accidentsof a serious nature are so infrequentas to cause remark when they occur.

That there is some mysterious influence which protects the apparentlyreckless wheelman as he rushes atbreak-nec- k speed around the track'would seem plausible enough, when thenumber of remarkable falls a man takesare considered. In 99 cases out of 100where the rider takes a header over afence, or gets tangled up with his cp-- i

ponent's wheel, it would seem as if nohuman being could get out of such amixed-u- p mess alive, even if he avoided,instant death from the terrific jar of thesudden stop. In almost every case,-however-

the rider picks himself up un-

hurt, often not even scratched, and rip-pe- ars

in the next race none the worsefor his mishap.

A peculiar- - case in point was thatwhich occurred at theManhattan Beachtrack on July 15. During a race inwhich Owens, Bairbo and Hicks, all well-kno-

men, were riding in a bunch,'they came into collision with one an-other, and, the result was surprising toriders and spectators alike.

When the three wheels struck, Bar-b-

shot up into the air as if from a springboard. He sailed gracefully over thefence surrounding the track, head first,and after turning a somersault, which

; would have done credit to a professionaltumbler, landed on his feet in the midstof a crowd of spectators. Hicks was also thrown over the rail, and after per-jformi- ng

some wonderful and intricatejmid-oi- r contortions, found himself su-

iting in a seat among the holders of re-

serve tickets. Owens was the only oneof the three who remained on the track,land it took four attendants- - the best, partof ten minutes to get him untangledfrom the three wrecked wheels.

Yet none of the men, were hurt, al-

though the wheels lay in ruins; andwhen other machines were providedthey started out again and rode to a fin-

ish. When the three men came togetherthey were riding at a record-breaJcr-

jpace, and there was not aperson who wit-inews- ed

the collision but thought thatone at least of the men would receiveserious if not fatal injuries.

Yet another case is that of GeorgePuffer a well-know-n wheelman, who,while scorching with three companions,managed in some way to get his wheeliTnfrr-pj- up with one beside him. PfLffcrrose into the air as if he had receiveda kick from a catapult, and when helanded he was astride & stone wallten feet away,-wonderi-ng how he gotthere, but uninjured.

His companion in the shake-u- p pickedhimself up from the middle of theroad, and sifter a caaseful eaaonhnvtion,jail thedamage he could find consisted ina few scratches, a good deal of theroad-,be- d

liberally distributed over his per- -:sop. and a rest in am newOisicJtbpck- -

direct line of a church edifice or public 'I was alw-y- s a bungler. He waspertain- -school-hous- e, or the premises

lng thereto or any postoffice or public kind and generous to every one. Ilibrary. was proud of his friendship, and felt

Dated at Wa'terbury, this 13th day of happy to waik beside him. I lovedANTHOnAochicchIO, Applicant, lm because I admired him; he was

We, the undersigned, electors and everything that I was not.taxpayers, as denned by law, of the . "Once, here in the city, I had the

Ic-o- aire" enadmede fof Sood luck to be employed by the mansuch license. Peter Barry, E. H. Ga-- who employed him, but in the even-gai- n,

Thomas McGrath, Michael Ward, lng he left me alone most of the time;Joseph Bauby. he went out to amuse himself withthis 13th day ofDated at Waterbury, comrades. That was natural atOctober A. D. 1S96.

his age. He loved pleasure; he wasTo the Board of County Commission- - free from all obligations to others,

ers for New Haven county: I hereby With me it was different. I had toapply for a license to sell spirituous be stingy for I had to support myand intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,

290 Baldwin old mother in the. country, and I sentrhine wine and cider, atSt, town of Waterbury. My place of her all my savings. I took my mealsbusiness is not located within 200 feet at the fruit woman's where I lodged,in a direct line of a church edifice or philip ate elsewhere,-fo- r in truth itpublic school-hous- e, or the premises was not a famous kitchen. But the.pertaining thereto or any postoffice orpublic library. woman was a poo widow, and I saw

Dated at Waterbury, this 15th day of that my patronage' helped her; be- -Oo-tobe- A D. 1896. " ;ae, I had fallen' in love with herDELANY & CONDON, Applicants. Poor Catharine! loll shallaughter.and. We, the undersigned, electorstaxpayers, as denned by law, of the p:on hear all that happened to her.town of Wa'terbury, hereby endorse the , lived there three years without

of the above named for tog able tQ ten her of my loye forsifch license. Dennis J. Delaney, Jere- -James ner- - As 1 said before, I was a bung-Kell-y,xniah Crean, Patrick Holohan,

Michael Horan. ;ling workman, and could hardly earnDated at Waterbury, this 15th day of enough for myself and my mother.

October. A. D. 1S96. x couii not think of .'fefcepiiig a wife.To the Board of County Commission- - fterTa tlmS y ?OOT motner ?led:

ers for New Haven county: I hereby then was able save something

which tried to speak in low tones."I am not a priest now. Say your

confiteor and call me father."The man, whose face was hidden

from Father Faber, slowly repeatedthe prayer, as if he had difficulty inrecalling it, then continued sadly:

"Mr. 'Priest no my father, but par-don me if I don't speak as I should,for I haven't confessed In twenty-fiv- e

years, not since I left the country.You know how it i3 here In Paris.Then I have not been very bad, andI have, always thought, , 'God is goodand knows how it all is.' ' but now Ihave something on my conscience tooheavy to be borne alone, so I mustconfess it to you, my father. I havekilled a man."

The priest started. " .'A murderer!Here was no every day affair; nomurmuring against fate and the otherInsignificant things he was accustomedto hear from the old women whom heabsolved without uneasiness. A mur-derer! That head so near his ownhad conceived and borno homicidalthought. Those hands humbly joinedbefore the confessional were perhapsstill red with blood. In his agitation,not unmixed with fear, he could findonly the mechanical words of his of-

fice to say:"Confess, my son. The mercy of

God is infinite.""Listen, then, to the whole story,"

sam me man in ronesauu oi miseryand grief.

..j a po0r mason, and I came toytIb about twenty years ago with aman who had been my companionfrom childhood. We had robbed birds'nests and learned to read togetherAlmost a brother, wasn't he? Hisname was Philip, mine was Jacques.

"He was large and handsome; I wasalways clumsy and awkward. There

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for myself. When I thought I hadenough to start housekeeping I toldCatherine of my feelings. At first shedid not say yes or no. I didn't expecther to fall upon my neck and embraceme, as there was nothing attractiveabout me. She consulted her mother,however, who respected me as a so-

ber, honest man, and the marriagewas arranged. Ah! then I passedsome weeks of happiness! I sawCatharine was not very affectionatetoward me, but I knew she had agood heart, and once married I feltthat I could win her love by kind-ness. Now that she had promised tobe my wife, I wanted Philip to knowof my happiness, so I told. him. Per-haps you can guess the rest, my father.

"Philip was handsome, gay .:' andamiable; all, in fact, that I wa not,and without meaning to do it- - he madeCatherine fall in love With htm: ' Shehad a frank, honest heart, poor girl!and as soon as she knew her ownmind she told me. I shall never for-get that moment. It was her birth-day, and as a gift for the occasion Ihad bought a little- - gold trinket, whichI had put in a box with some "cotton.We were alone in a back room of theshop. She had just given me mysoup. I took the box from my pocket,and, opening it, showed her the orna- -.nent. She burst into tears and said:

" 'Forgive me, Jacques, and keepthat for the woman you marry, IK-- an never be your wife, - for J f, love,'hilip.' .

"Surely I had my fill of sorrow then.What could I do? I loved them both.

could only do what I thought wouldbe for their happiness, let them mar-ry; and, as Philip had no 'jbney, Ilent him my little store to Wy , furni-ture.

"Well, they were married, and ev-

erything went well for a time. Theyhad a little boy, and I was his god-father. I named him Camille, aftermy mother. Soon after his birthPhilip began to change. I had beendeceived in him; he wasn't intendedfor married life. He loved pleasure

A Good Little Fairy

ashamed of me if my jacket is whitewith plaster I saw that somethingwas wrong." 'What is the matter?' I asked.

'Last night,' he replied, 'I had todraw to see whether or not I must en-ter the army, and I drew number ten,which sends me to die of fever in thecolonies, and which means an absenceof at least five years. I must leavemy mother alone with my brutal fa-ther, who was never so bad as he Isnow. She will die, godfather! Ah!how the poor have to suffer!'

"I passed a dreadful night. Thinkof it! the result of twenty years ofhard labor swept away in an instant,because a boy had put his hand in asack and had drawn out an unluckynumber. In the morning I was boweddown like an old man. I went to workon a house we were building on theArago boulevard. However much aman suffers, he must work just thesame, you know. So I climbed up thescaffolding we had reached the fourthstory and began to lay the bricks.Presently some one touched me on theshoulder. It was ' Philip. He worksonly once in a while now, and he hadcome today to earn something to payfor drink, I suppose.

"I hadn't seen him for a long time,and I hardly knew him. He lookedwithered; his beard was white, andhis hands trembled; he seemed a de-

crepit old man." 'Well,' said I, 'so your boy drew

the unlucky number.'" 'What of it?' said he. with a vi-

cious look. 'Are you, too, going totorment me about that along withCatharine and Camille? The boymust serve his country as others do.I know well what they think. If Iwas dead he would not have to go.So much the worse for them. I amstill solid on my feet, and Camilleisn't a widow's son.'

"A widow's son! Ah, my father,why did he speak those words? Themurderous thought came to me as Iheard them, and seethed in my brainall the morning while I was workingbeside the miserable man. I couldsee all that Catherine would sufferalone with this drunkard, who wasnow capable of anything. Eleveno'clock struck, and the men wentdown to the ground to eat theirlunches. Philip and I were the lastto go. As he stepped on the rung ofthe ladder he called up to me mali-ciously:" 'You see I have the step of a sail-or. Ha! Her Camille is far from be-ing a widow's son!'

j The hot blood deluged my brain. Iseized the ladder with my two hands,and calling out 'I will make him one!'I flung it out into space.

j "He was killed instantly, and everyone thought it was an accident. NowCamille is a widow's son, and canstay - at home with his mother.

"That is what - I did. father, andwhat I had to, confess to you and toGod. I repent and pray for pardon,but when in the future I shall seeCatherine in her black gown leaningon the arm of her son, I am afraid Ishall not regret having done the deed.To prevent that , I will emigrate toAmerica.

"As for pay, my father, take thetrinket which Catherine refused whenshe told me of her love for Philip,

membrance of the only happy days Ihave ever known. Take it and sell it.The money shall be for the poor."

Did he rise from his knees absolvedfrom sin?

One thing is1 certain. Father Faberdid not sell the trinket. After put-ting its value in the church coffers hesuspended it before the Virgin's al-

tar, where he often offered fa prayerfor the poor mason. '

'A Tfew Jersey man has made a balletbox whicih cannot be stuffed. Now all

the same way. Xonkers Statesman. "

apply for a license to sell spirituousadd intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,tofon of Waterbury. My place of busi- -ness is not located 'within 200 feet in adirect line of a church edifice Or publicschool-hous- e, or the premises pertaining thereto or any postoffice or publiclibrary.Dated at Waterbury, this 14 th day ofOctober A. D. 1S96.

. . M. FLESHER, Applicant.We, the undersigned, electors and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse theapplication of the above named foreuch license. James Blansput, JosephHealy, Henry Flinch, Charles G. Betfi-t- ,

H.1 H. Slauson.Dated at Waterbury, this 14th day of

October A. D. 1896.

To the Board of County Commission-ers for New Haven county: I herebyapply for a license to sell spirituousand Intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,rhine wine and cider, at 43 South Leon-ard St, town of Waterbury. My placeof business is not located within 200feet in a direct line of a church edificeor public school-hous- e, or the premisespertaining thereto or any postoffice orpublic Hbrary.

Dated at Waterbury, this 20th day of(October A. D. 1896.

PATRICK KEOUGH, Applicant.We, the undersigned, electors and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse theapplication of the above named forsuch license. Patrick Lynch, DanielX.ang, James J. Egan, John Casey,William Lawlor.

Dated at Waterbury, this 20th day ofOctober A. D. 1896.

To the Board of County Commission-ers for New Haven county: I herebyapply for a license to sell spirituousand intoxicating liquors, ale, lager beer,rhine wine and cider, at 104 Baldwin St,town of Waterbury. My place of bus-iness is not located within 200 feet ina direct line of a church edifice or pub-lic school-hous- e, or the premises per-taining thereto or any postoffice orpublic library.

Dated at Waterbury, this 19t!h day ofOctober A. D. 1896.

JAMES LONGWORTH, Applicant.We, the undersigned, electors and

taxpayers, as defined by law, of thetown of Waterbury, hereby endorse theapplication of the above named foreu'ch license. Adam J. Dauch, DennisKildufC, John H. McEvoy, Edward H.liongworth, John Collins.

Dated alt Waterbury, this 19th day ofOctober A. D. 1896. .

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