Georgia Historic Newspapers

    PART TWO.
A SKIRMISH FOR POSITION
the coming political canvass
IN NEW YOKK STATE
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Beer May ba an Issue—The Stocking
Show— Young Hearet’a Yacht—Thoa.
B. Clarko’a fc nterprise— Soda Water
and Whisky—A Tattooer at Work.
New \ork, Aug* 15. —The campaign in
New York this fall is a skirmish for posi
tion. The | residential campaign in 1892
will doubtless bo settled in this state, aud
neither party will leave any effort untried
to elect a governor. In a souse, the struggle
is one of considerable more than local im
portance, for upon the result and upon the
degree of wisdom or unwisdom the success
ful party may show at Albany much will
certainly depend.
K. P. Flower remains, as I predicted long
ago, the lending democrat. Poor Jor.es, who
has posed as a weak rival of Gov. Hill, isn’t
and hasn’t been thought of. Hill himself is
said hy some to desire a renomination,
yielding the senatorship to someone whom
he oan trust, but that is only matter for
speculation. Whatever Gov. Hill’s will
may prove to be, it will ba carried out.
There was a time at the beginning of the leg
islative session a year ago, when it seemed
ns if the Democratic party had taken the bit
in its teeth, the Jbouators in particular re
jecting his advice in selecting a caucus
nominee for president pro tern. But the
session’s warfare had not far proceeded
when the rebels were glad to seek and fol
low again the advice of the shrewd man in
the executive mansion. At present he is
supreme in his party's councils.
Brooklyn furnishes a possible candidate
for either party. Mayor Chapin, with the
prestige of a magnificent and unbroken
record of successes behind him, keen, cool,
ambitious, master of the wisdom of silence,
wants the nomination. Of his success thero
seems very little possibility, but politics is
an uncertain game.
A more interesting personality is that of
Frederick A. Schroeder of the same city,
prominently mentioned on the republican
side. Schroeder is a bluff and kindly old
gentleman, with a white mustache and
goateo and a frank and oordial bearing.
Ho has been mayor of Brooklyn and has
represented the city at Albany. Probably
no one could poll a larger vote for his
party than he in the city where he is best
known.
It wiil be funny if Schroeder is nomi
nated. In the disastrous campaign when
IV arner Miller fell outside the breastworks,
Mr. Schroeder openly criticised the republi
can high license platform. He believes in
beer. For that very reason many regard
him as the strongest candidate possible,
whi e others, remembering him us one of
the disgruntled in 1888, strongly assert that
he would not do at all.
But Mr. Platt has said that Schroeder
would be a strong candidate. This may,
and may not, mean something.
For my part, I expect to congratulate the
beaten party, if it is not too badly Beaten.
Success this year will make those" upon
whom it smiles over-confident in 1892. Be
sides, the initiative of action will be thrust
upon them, the responsibility of mistakes,
the certainty of displeasing many; while the
beaten ones will hustle all the better next
year for the beating.
SODA WATER AND WHISKY.
In every big newspaper building in New
York whore any spare room is available for
rental on the ground floor, Is a soda water
fountain. At each of these, two or three or
four white jackoted young tnen are kept re
markably busy drawing “sweetened wind”
all day and half the night. In each ease the
fountain has an insignificant drug store
annex, but it’s the soda water that pays the
bulk of the thousiulds and thousands of dol
lars rent. The newspaper buildings are not
exceptional. The whole down town and
almost exclusively masculine district is full
of 8 ida shops.
A liquor saloon was started not long ago
in one of tho newspaper buildings and its
p. ojector couldn’t make it pay.
Isn’t there something suggestive about
these facts? The truth is, the hard drinking
h i bits of a generation ago are being consid
erably modified for the better. There may
be no more total abstainers, possibly not so
many in proportion, and statutory prohibi
tion has’t yet throttled tho “demon rum” to
any great extent, yet and risking to excess is
certainly on the decrease. You cun’t argue
that it isn’t from the still ghastly number of
saloons on nearly every block. It’s a sight
disheartening enough at best, but a good
deal more beer than whisky is sold ia them.
No saloons are now without a full assort
ment of bottled mineral waters for those
who “aren’t taking anything stronger to
day, thank you.” Perhaps the wisdom of
swallowing so much ice coid liquid may be
doubted, but at least it doesn't make u man
drunk.
Here in New York, where the liquor deal
ers are at present in open revolt against the
continued exactions of Tammany Hall and
their organ, the W ine and Spirits Gazette ,
breathes out fire and slaughtering, the
number of saloons is by no moans increas
ing as rapidly as the population. Yet high
license and other measures to restrict the
number never looked more remote.
There are plenty of file? in the ointment
yet, but a worse Btate of affairs might easily
he imagined—or remembered.
AN “old fashioned man.”
There is in New York a business man who
ooes not send out letters typewritten by the
gening machine worked by the young
Oman with baugs. Every letter he"seuds
neatly written out with pen by his pri
-11 * secretary f and when it comes in its uu
usuai delicacy of script with the business
mans heavy signature scrawled boldly
oss the bottom of the sheet tho man who
feels as if he had been personally
*7 delicately complimented.
.... Ba * la this man’s office recently, idly
]-„ C , e P“l 0 young secretary write
firo T. afler Jft’er until a big heap lay be
v,: nim - ” f*en the last one was finished
win rew ,’ ls hoteg into the waste basket
Den s re '‘®f. put away the fine gold
stool u . ~, 1,0011 u-sing, took up a heavy
flo!iria? tUt \ snd sff o ' a few preliminary
hol,1.!?’ P *’£ an forging his enioloyer’s
6Gm „r somewhat peculiar signature with
atiiiit r fk ldlty and considerable skill. At
he Tl i„u , slx repetition of the name
dU P 11)6 sheot and held it out to me.
firs* he eai<J . “I was a little rooky at
that’s it‘o 686 Bl *' laturoe . but I flatter myself
au?hon z i P f rett7fairone - I commit
boss like thU oyo ry day. Toe
when he’, m 7* °A BOltlo whare or other, and
ters R„f 5®T e he 8 to ° busy to sign his let
to ct w, 6 coun try dealers wouldn't lik >
l.keto 31 5 ,10 d with a stamp. Thov
a—D’n a stnn 6 pea denature; shows that
man’s ettnnH,- ren ’ “byway—shows that a
I’m glai “ d ‘“?‘° bis business. You bet
1 will nev*r „ throu *b wit “ this mess.”
Dressive m-Jl, a ’ aia P at trust in an an im
ethical beannt 1111 ?’ Uut wbat about the
eat hearings of such a practice?
Push! A bt’KEH TRADE,
lit- le shop n r lycl ,* a T into a rather forbidding
to.-aens which .h ® “i Wor ?'- P“g: one or two
I ’aw a very mi* °® Tlew from the street.
*’ a man wh £ nl£r° Up - In th ® middl ®
witn tat oed h.ve D Y ced arms were covered
°ther things Ho women and other
tho * aßthe sample. By his side,
’ “that stood exhibiting a fat
book of designs to half a dozen ycung fel
lows who looked like dock latiorers or tea in -
sters; certainly not sailors. The book was
a very attractive one, apparently. The
men eyed its hundred or more crudely
drawn and colored pictures with evident
admiration. One of them was chafferiug
with the artist.
“That air one’ll cost you $5,” said the
man of needless, pointing to a picture of n
fat woman, “decollete at both ends,” as the
earing is.
“I kin git dat done beautiful far two
case,’’ raid the young chap.
“Huh! Ye kin, kin ye? Do you know
how much the tools cost!”
‘ ‘No, I don’t, but l kin got it done for—”
“Dat’s all right,ycu .e tell me where, dat’s
all. Look at de oolorin! Aud de tools cost
just f0.50. Yonse make me tired !” And
the artist turned away in disgust. He kuew
his audience.
The young man rolled up his sleeve and
the artist set to work with his red and blue
and black ink, pricking in an elaborate pat
tern. Soon big drops of perspiration were
standing on the victim’s forehead, but ha
wouldn’t flinch in tbs presence of the little
group who watched him.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” oue of them Inquired.
“Hurt? Na-ali !” said the victim; but the
artist said briefly: “You bet.”
TOBACCO MUST (50.
Whenever I hoar a nice-looking young
woman avowing herself a smoker of cigar
ettesor possibly cigars, I remember how I
once happened to pass through a farm
kitchen away ia the backwoods late at
night after the family had gone to bed and
to be startled by the pungent odor of
tobacco, and by a figure at the stove that
rustled and retreated at my approach. It
was the wife aud mother of the household,
an old woman with neat dress and tidy
gray hair, who had stolen there for the
se ret solace of a pipe. It would be hard to
say whether sho or I was the most embar
rassed at my discovery of the habit sho
wished to remain hidden.
In that section of the country a consider
able number of elderly women smoked their
clay or corncob pipes, but not a single
young woman or girl. It was a practice
long ago considered unladylike. Now it
seems as if the practice were in danger of
revival by young women and girls, not in
the backwoods, but in New York, aud even
in Boston, where 1 have come to know of a
public school teacher who smokes big
black cigars. That makes two of my per
sonal acquaintance—both nico young women
and oue rather priggish even—who have
got to cigars, while several are still in the
cigarette stage. A cigar dealer names a
certain brand the “Beau Sexe” to catch
women’s patronage. It is queer that this
should happen just at the time when so
many vourg men are giving up the habit
because it is inconsistent with athletio feats.
On the whole, in spite of the perverse
young women, the outlook is very favor
able for an abandonment of the tobacco
habit.
Too optimistic? Not a bit of it. Who
takes snuff now* Fifty years ago nearly
every one did. Don’t you keep your grand
mother’s snuff box as a sacred relic? Fifty
years ago three mea chewed tobacco where
one does now. Why cannot smoking, too,
be banished if athleticism and aestheticism,
with moral ami sanitary agencies of one
sort and another, join hands against it?
Tobacco hasn’t for 100 years had s i weak a
hold as now.
Anyhow if men think it right to smoke
and cuew tobacco,why shoal in’t women? I
hope they won’t, but is there any valid dis
til, otio ?
THE GREAT STOCKING SHOW.
All the men who go to the races now
adays—l haven't been, aid speak from
hearsay—are enthusiastic.
About the horses? No; no more than
usual, but about the women's stockings,
which are a whole show by themselves.
It is getting to be as much the thing now
for women to wear stunning costumes at
the track as it is at the Ascot or tho Grand
Prix. Only there is thi3 difference: The
respectable element of femininity hasn’t
quite adopted racing yet as in England or
France. The s died sisters do not quite havo
things their own way, but nearly so. Hsaoe
the dressing is loud, particularly the stock
ings.
Uno wouldn’t suppose, iu thiß season of
long dresses, that stockings would be visible,
but my informant assures me that when
one leg is carelessly crossed, man-fashion,
above the other, a considerable length is
revealed between the dainty low silpp -r
and the skirts, discreet hem. The slipper
itself Is often embroidered. The stockings
are in any shade that fanev may suggest,
embroidered with the most gorgeous flow
ers. A common design may bo—so it has
been described to me; I haven’t been there
too see and wouldn’t so take an ungentle
manly advantage of a lady’s inadvertano? as
to look if I were—a vine running up the
ankle, branching out above whore there is
more room and bearing gorgeous flowers,
roses red and lilies yellow and other things.
Seems to me that stockings are the last
place to lavish ornamentations, but so I’m
toid.
tHOMAS n. clarke's venture.
Why in the world should any one find, or
affect to And, anything undignified or out
of the way in Thom is B. Clarke’s reported
determination to enter into business as a
picture dealer? Have we snobs in the coun
try? Is there any moral difference be
tween buying pictures for a “sale,” as
Seney has twice done, and dealing in them
directly ?
Mr. Clarke has been hitherto only a
buyer for his own galleries. He has spent
thousands of dollars for good pictures—good
American pictures. He has done more with
his comparatively modest fortune to on
courage native art than Seney, Vanderbilt,
Hilton and al! the rest of them, who want
nothing that does not cost tiiousa ds for the
French name in the corner. Clarke has
bought pictures, not names; if he continues
the practice as a dealer and so encourages
American talent, artists will be profoundly
grateful and no one will have cause to
grumble except the dealers who make big
commissions on foreign pictures.
More power to the elbow of him who will
give the American painters the material en
couragement which alone they need. The
best of them paint as well as the French
men. Benjamin-Constant found that to be
true in Inness’ case, a.d there are others us
good as Inness.
THE INCREASE OF YACHTING.
I have been forcibly reminded this sum,
mer of the growth of the holiday spirit in
busy New York by the enormous increase
in the number of yachts. They fairly
swarm about the harbor an 1 rivers on
pleasant days. Little and big, every one of
them represents a deal of fresh air
to the owners and an impetus to
domestic shipbuilding industry. The
increase is most rapid in steam and
naphtha launches and yachts. The wonder
ful speed which has been dovelopod by
young Hoarst’s Herreshoff boat has sot
everybody marveling. Thirty miles an
hour is a" speed that makes one giddy to
watch. If a poor newspaper cuss like
Hearst can’t have a floating palace like Jay
Gould’s Atalanta. W. K. Vandertilt’s Alva
or Bennett’s Namouua, he can at least beat
them in speed. More than that, be could
go round and round the City of Paris or the
Majestic going at full speed.
It is pretty safe to look for a still further
growtn of the yachting habit, which can be
gratified at an initial expense of from 1300
SAVANNAH, GA., SUNDAY. AUGUST IC. 1891.
up, and which beats horse racing for the
exnilaration of speed.
THE MOTOR OF THE FUTURE.
It would seem that few people iu New
Yrm have much faith in electricity fur
nishing the surface motive power of the
future, upon crowded streets, at least.
Broadway an i Thir l avenue are both in a
terrible state of all-torn-upness, i wing to
the laying of the cablo tubes, and traffic,
always difficult, has become almost impos
sible.
The man who invents a cheap and practi
cal storage battery sys’em of electrical
motive power will be a benefactor to his
kind. ,
WAS IST I.OS MIT COOGAN ?
Coogan, the Bowery furniture dealer who
added piquancy to one mayoralty campaign
by running on the labor ticket, paying
enormously for the privilege of defeat, has
dropped completely out of sight politically.
He has let half his big store to auotner
business, which prompts the inquiry
whether the kind of advertising he got paid
after all. Politics and business don’t mix
well. Owen Lanodon.
THE HUMAN CORKBCRIW.
Leaders Who Wriggle ar.d
Form Spinal t urves.
(Copyriqht.)
New York, Aug. 15.—Newport has gone
daft over Delsarte. Henrietta Russell, that
shrewdest of clever oaithetis, is here busily
engaged in skimming the cream of cream.
Mrs. W. C. Whitney is her backer. She
became interested in Mrs. Russell and her
theories last winter in Now York,opened her
drawing room, aud had invited a dozen to
hear these new doctrines of grace. The class
grew. People began to ask, nay beg, for
invitations. Then Mrs. Whitney conceived
the idea of having a supplementary season
of Delsarte at Newport, to accommodate
those who were unable to hear Mrs. Russell
in town.
Well, Henrietta came over with her ex
traordinary gowns, her curious draperies,
her quaint ornaments and her marvelous
Pang. She came, saw and conquered. Came
to be not only listened to, but received
socially. Came to be lunched by Mrs.
Htuyvesant Fiah, to be petted by Mrs. Whit
ney, to be approved by Mrs. Astor and
to be chummy with Sallie Hargous. The
choicest cullmgs from the smart set meet
twice a week to writhe, wriggle, bend and
sway; to relax and decompose —by the way,
why couldn’t Del arte have selected
a word that wouldn’t smack quite so
strongly of an over corpse? These pupils
form spiral curves and make corksorews of
themselves, and at the eud of each lecture
fifty fair 400 floppers fall at the feet of their
instructor. For not only does Mrs. Russell
teach these ladies how to bow. smile, walk
and sit down, but how to fall gracefully
aud lie, a limp and lithe mass of tangled
lace and drapery, upon the floor.
There was some demurring at first. “Who
is this woman,” asked Mrs. Wettnore, “and
wbat is sho coming to teach us for* Why
should she tell us how to walk?” But, after
the swells had found that Mrs. Russell hud
lectured the orowned heads of Europe, or
the English nobility, which is all the same,
and af;er Mrs. Astor bad approached her at
the end of oue of her lectures and said, “ My
dear Sirs. Russell, you have opened anew
world to me,” everything was smooth sail
ing for this audacious little woman, who
dares tell members of the 400 how to be
have.
Mrs. Russell presses her pupils into ser
vice at her classes. She calls up a married
beauty to strike an effective pose or a fa
mous bells to illustrate the difference
between a good and bad position. Fancy
ordering a Vanderbilt to cone to the front
or an Aster to stand up in meeting. Further
more, on oue occasion, when Mrs. Uusscdl
was illustrating the various tell
ing ways a woman may look at a man,
she suddenly declared she could do so much
better if she had a inaa to look at, and
called up Frank W. Andrews, who
was attending the lecture, aud asked him
to be a target for the killing glances she
had in store. Mr. Andrews, with the gal
lantry for which he is celebrated, assisted
the lady to the best of his ability, and o i
joyed his first lesson in Delsarte quite as
much as his friends.
Let us take a peep in at the teacher and
her class this morning. Before Mis. Whit
ney’s door stand the smartest turnouts in
Newp rt. In the ballroom there is the soft
frou-frou of silken skirts, and the ripple of
silvery laughter, und tho murmur of 'well
modulated voio-s. The great ballroom is
separated from the drawing-room bv a
high gl iss partition, before which stand
three eaorin ms vases filled with palms,
which tower to the ceiling. On the three
remaining sides of the ro- m broad windows
open into balconies, dubbed ".he modesty
scats,’’ where the sby people Bit, aud whica
aro filled with gay cushions, easy chairs a id
gorgeous draperies. The ceiling is decor
ated iu robins’ egg blue and gold, the floor
and raised platform are covered with
oriental rugs, aud in a semi-circle sit the
fairest and most famous of Ne.v York’s
fashionables.
First, the sta'ely, gracious hostess; Mrs.
Whitney decorates her cottage with differ
ent flow ers for each lecture. One day it is
with a wilderness of pink roses, than she
wears a pink gown iu harmony. Today
the house is crowded with purple sweet
peas, and Mrs. Whitney wears a simply
made lilac cotton frock, in which sue looks
as attractive as in one of her elaborate cos
tumes.
Niis. Stuyvesant Fish, aristocratic, grande
dame, is iu palest lavender, with a boa of
litao water feathers about her throat. Mrs.
Astor —well, what do you fancy the great
and only “Mrs. Aster” wears? The simplest
blue gingham, barred with red, a little
straw bonnet trimmed with dxisies, a white,
embroidered veil ad diamonds as big as
almonds. Mrs. Kornochan is stately in
black brocade and diamond butt ms, and
Mrs. Justice Grey is also in black. Mrs.
Frederick Vanderbilt is stunning in pink
crepe, ornamented with big white crescents.
There is a wonderful girdlo cf black jets
with bretf-1108 and trimmings to match, and
a tiny black lace bouuot crowns ber dark
hair. Ward McAllister’s niece is in pink
croDon. and Miss Leary, who gives the most
famous mustcales in Newport, is m biack
siik, with knots of white ribbon in her bon
net.
Perhaps the fnost attractive women in
the room are beautiful Mrs. De Forrest and
her sister, the famous Bailie llargou?, who
is to be married on Sept. 15. and who is
euTounded on that account by an addi
tional atmosphere of interest. Mrs. De
Forrest, who is a typical Spanish beauty, is
in bronze-green chiffon over silk. There is
a bolero jacket of jet and a boßnet of black
lace, with gold and jet spangles. Pretty
Sadie is in pale green crepe trimmed with
dark gresi velvet and white laco. Her bon
net is a mere wreath of white flower-, and
her tiny shoes are of patent leather and
dark green suede.
One more beautiful gown is noticed of
white India silk, sprinkled over with blue
violets aod trimmed with violet blue velvet,
with sleeves of white chiffon. Tha bonnet
is of violets and lilies.
With the beautiful faces and gay cos
tumes the scene is like nothiug so much as a
lovely flower garden. The hum of convers
nation ceases as Mrs. Russell oomes in, fol
lowed by her pupil and protege, Mite
Florence Sears of Buffalo, who is doing for
the 400 of that city what Mr*. Uis-tell is for
Newport.
What does this woman, who has set New
port agog by her sayings and and. i igs, look
like/ She is not a |big woman, though she
has the gift of making herself look taller
than sho really is. She is weli rounded, but
in some mysterious fashion will make ycu
swear she Is slender. She is as lithe us a
serpent, aud ns capable cf vibrations as a
violin string. Her eyes and mouth are her
beauty. Tue eyes are blue gray, ith long,
dark lashes, and express all s >rts of emo
tions iu swiftly changing ganoes. Her
flexible, curving lips, parting over glisten
ing teeth, ara quite as suggestive, She is
not a handsome womau.but fascinating and
magnetic. Her gown? Ah! Well, that is a
riddle. One is conscious of some soft, crepe
fabric of golden tau hue, falling in thomost
graceful lines and statuesque folds, and
ciasped and caught here and there with
bizarre ornaments of carved ivory. The
hair is cut in a pre-Raphaelite fashion aud
forms a nimbus over the low brow, and
over it is ret a tiuy Venetian cap of bronze
and copper embroidery. It is a curious
medieval figure this, sot among alt these
modern frills, flounces and fripperies. And
it ia a more curious sight to watch th ese
women, bound in steel aud whalebone, cor
sottod to the last notch, try to imitate the
fret, perfectly easy and subtile movements
of their teacher, whose every joint is un
fettered. 'There’s no uso—society w ill have
to take off its corsets before ii can be as
graceful as Russell.
Mrs. Russell puts her class through first.,
the relaxing motions, consisting of shaking
fingers, rolling the hea l and hips, then the
opposition movement to gee balance and
poise, then the succession of movements
during which the arms make one motion
while the hips are doing quite another.
Then to finish the exercises every blessed
swell save Mrs. Astor falls on tier face. Of
course, one could not expect such a per
formance from the stately leader of the
Four Hundred.
And now the men are getting the Del
sarte fever. Mrs. Stuyvesint Fish gave a
luncheon this week and Mrs. Russell was
called upon to do some of her work for the
men who wore present. So tlie la ly posed
and bowed and fainted for their benefit aud
received a storm of applause. The result is
that next season men are to he admitted to
Mrs. Russell’s classes. Several prominent
social leaden? have formed diner nlubs.
Each takes her turn giving a dinner party,
after which there is to be a Delsarte dance,
when the men shall be put through their
paces and the women shall laugh at their
awkwardness.
The question arises, is this merely a fad or
craze, or is there something real an 1 sub
stantial behind these seeming eccentricities
and posings?
Mrs. Russell declares that there is a great
misconception in regard to the scope of the
work of Delsarte. “Delsarttsrn,” she says,
earnestly, “is the analys's of human expres
sion and the scionce of art. The trouble is
that his ideas havo been presented to the
American public by people who have only
learned the rudiments of his theory. Ac
cordingly, the idea has gone abroad" that it
means only a kind of rosthetk. gymnastic,
sat." method of elocution. But it means
much more than than this. It is the theory
of all art, and its principles aro os applica
ble to music, painting ami sculpture as to
acting. Gounod was a pupil of the elder
Delsarte, aud Shumann studied with the
Sounger Delsarte. Gladstone sat sit should
e taught iu every school in England. I am
merely trying to show people how, by
studying my principles of art, thoy may
make an art of life itself. We cannot all
be p ets or painters, but we can convert
our daily acts into graciousness and let our
conversation be polished with beauty.”
Mrs. Russell does not hesitate to attack
slang, boisterousness, bluntuess and hauteur
in most uncompromising fashion. She is
not one bit awed or overwhelmed by the
exalted character of her audience. She is
a lady boro and bred, is accustomed to the
best London circles of society, and cau hold
Her owu anywhere with perfect ease. She
enjoys teaching these lovely and refined
women, and says that she finds their intelli
gence far over tho average mark. They
acquire physical execution faster than other
women, owing, she thinks, to the fsot that
the greater part of their su nner lives la
passed in outdoor exercise, driving, horse
back riding and sea bathing. I: is the
quiet midale-class women who mope in the
house all day, who are the most difficult to
teach the principles of grace ad beauty,”
says Henrietta. “I find, too, that money
does not make a lender of society. It may
lie necessary, but pers inal ( harm and in
tellect are neoa-sary alsu. Mrs. Russell
further says that mat y of the older ladies
learn foster than the y ting ones. For illus
tration she is teaching the bow of cere ttony
which shall expr s? many things, well bred
reserve, cordiality without effusiveness,
manner and repose. She puts tue ladies
through this exereLe and <avs that the bows
of Mrs. Wbitney and Mi r. Astor a o most
expreiivo. Mrs. Whitney’s bow from a
carriage is a dream ami Mrs. Astor with her
stately courtesy expresses volumes with
little movement.
Pitoovr Pndennis.
Love’s Rep ose.
‘ Tecum vivere atneus; tecum obearn libeus
Was I ever so happy, so happy I
Oh! the day has been heavy anil long.
And mv heart has been hushe i by the tempest,
And buried the breakers among.
But now in the blue of the haven
My anchor is lost with my cares.
And I laugh at the threat o f to-morrow,
And the frown that futurity wears.
Oh U care not a sigh tor the tempest—
It has swept to such heave-tv calms:
Though I'm weary grown, daring, with wait
log
For this quiet and rest of your arms.
The starlight is Hooding our haven
W ith a spray that is gold on your hair;
Your eyes are like beacons of splendor
That have saved me from depths of despair.
Yet I marvel that I am so near you.
Aed I wonder at winds from the skies:
To be swept to the calm of my dreamland.
And the light of your beautiful eyes!
Was I ever so happy, so happy!
Why, perhaps, just a summer ago;
Hut away from your arm—oh: believe me—
bo happy? ah, never! ah, no!
SIWANNOOCHKE.
Dupont, Oa., A up. 12.1891.
20 Per Cent. Under Cost.
WILL YOU MISS THIS?
We ARE STILL RESOLVED TO CLOSE OUT
our Second Floor stock regardless of
prices, so that the object is attained.
For 10 Days more the nominal prices
affixed will be lowered by a 30 per
CENT DISCOUNT.
It isn’t to your interest to lose the
chance of getting fine Bric-a-Brac,
Chinaware, Statues, Bronzes, Vases,
Stands, Lamps, Glass and Art Wares
at such prioes.
—Ad. Sternberg’s,
Dunlap’s fine hats and the liopatcong sun
hats at LaFar's.— Ad,
Gymnasium shoes and tenuis shoes, at
LaFar’s.— Ad.
Puff bosom shirts, lawn aud Scotch goods
at LaFar’s.— Ad.
SNAKES WRECK A ROME.
A P.EKKING NEST OF RT P TILBB
UNDERMINE A IIOUS.ri
The Crawling’ Tnir gs Drove the Ownsr
From the Piece- Feriner Githens’ Ter
rlbc F right Lambertville, N. J-,
t tartled.
Freei file Philadelphia Frets,
Lambertville, N. J., and Its environs
swarm with Brakes. Off to the east of the
town, where the country grows wild and
rocky, there are dark holes at every turn
that seem a likely habitat for the crawling
things, and make one shudder. But the
uucanny experience of Farmer Joseph
Uithens, who lives about a mile and a half
from the nostotfice, gave a rude shook to the
townsmen last week, accustomed though
they are to the “pesky varmints," and
women and children start nervously to-day
at the very mention of the "boasts.” The
word sets their flesh crawling.
Githens Rtopped at the old Lambertville
hotel last Saturday to water his horses, and
as he told his story the listeners eyud hint
mouth agape.
A DILAPIDATED HOME.
Tlie house he calls his home is a rude log
affair, with two rooms on the ground floor
and a garret. It stands back from the coun
try road in a rocky field. It is a rough
shanty, full of cracks aud crevices; rank
grass flourishes under the stone steps in front
and reaches up toward the dilapidated win
dow sills. There is a seedy looking acre of
land about the hut that bears no sign of cul
tivation now or at any time.
The farmer and his wife hnvo seen snake?
in plenty hero and there in the neighbor
hood, but so have all the country folk for
miles around, and thought nothing of it. It
is a land of reptiles, and little toddling boys
and girls learn to tramp on and kill garters
and slim blackstmkes as they would toads.
There is no dread of them.
mysterious thievings.
It was about two months ago that Airs.
Glthmis began to tell her husband of vari
ous article? being stolon from tlioir open
larder in the back yard. Milk would be
dipped out of the pans, eggs and butter
take i bodily away; many chickens disap
peared, and almost every conceivable kind
of victuals took its departure in a strange
way.
The tilings were generally missed in the
morning, but not alwajß. Tbioves were
suspected. Tramps are continually moving
back and forth through the country, and
Mr. Githens laid the sundry robberies at
their door. He kept his rusty old gun in a
handy place, and gave his wife a lesson or
two in handling it. He laid in wait nights
when he could. He finally got a biack-and
tan dog, but this animal disappeared and
the farmer gave it up as a bad job. The
things that disappeared were not vuluabla
enough to give the couple much worry, but
the thieving went on as the weeks passed.
A CAVE-IN OF THF. KITCHEN FLOOR.
The crisis came on Friday Inst. As Mr.
and Mrs. Githens moved around to get their
breakfast that morning, thoy noticed the
earthen floor about the big stove in the
kitchen somewhat cracked. But they gave
it little attention and went on with the
meal. Soon after 7 o’clock the farmer loft
the house and walked 100 yards off to the
barn, where he was getting in some bay.
His attention was called from the job not
long afterward by a wild shriek from his
wife, who rushed out of tho rear door of the
hut and beckoned excitedly for her spouse.
H hurried toward her.
While Mrs. Githens was up stairs in the
garret she had heard a jumbling sound be
low, and lookiug down the rickety stairwav
to the kitchen saw a strange sight. The
stove was gone, aud in it place was a gap
ing hole three or four feet across. Wituout
waiting to investigate she summoned her
husband.
Ama’/ and at the collapse of his kitchen
floor Githens got a lima bean-pole from the
yard, seven or eight feet long, and shoved
it down into the gaping chasm to tost its
depth. Standing Imck from the edge lest
the earth should further oruinble he reached
the rod down six feet, wnen it seemed sud
denly to be grippsd by a muscular hand
down below, moved aud twisted about, and
was finally wrenched from his grasp.
A SEETHING NEST OP SNAKES.
Involuntarily he started back and his
wife scroamed. Tilings wore serious
enough to make a call upon the neighbors
devil abe. A number of Githens’ friends
were told of the crisis, and hurried with
him back to the kitchen.
'1 he hole n eautime had become bigger.
A piece of newspaper was touched with a
match and tossed into the aperture. As it
blazed up in ita deg ent it rovialed some
sort of life in the big cavern. A lantern
was finally got and its l ava thrown down
the black hole.
And then the three men saw a sight that
made them slot with fright. The whole
bottom of the chasm was oue bristling bed
of s ak s—smooth, shining blackscakes.
The reptiles were of every size. A big
head, with oten jaws and darting fork, and
tongue, was raised uo above the squirm
ing heap that must have belonged to n huge
twelve foot crawler. Wound in and out
through bis fold3 were sco cs of baby snakes
from six inches to three feet long. The
whole earth seemed to be wriggling, and at
the disgusting sight to party threw them
selves backward fiomthe loathsome place.
They took but one look morn, and that was
enough. The whole house, it was evident,
would soon be overrun with the creeping
horde, and Farmer Uithons and his wife
moved away to a neighbor’s.
A HOME DKSIRTKD.
Since Friday noon they have not set foot
rear the worse than haunted spot. No one
will approach the place. Even the men
folk are afraid.
But Mr. Githons now knows that the den
of slimy snakes is the deu of thieves for
which he watch'sd for many weeks. The
reptiles had cleaned out the big hole under
the house, made a nest of it, and then
preyed for food on the Githeos’ provender.
It was these stealthy robbers that made off
with the butter and eggs, the chickens and
b ead, and that bad lapped the fresh milk
from Mrs. Githens 1 pans.
It was probably the snakes, too, that
seized and oarried off the dog set to watoh
f< r robbers, and carried him down into the
crawling hole beneath the door.
And now the neighborhood does not talk
lightly of Its snake population, and the
"varniln” and th-ir nests are given a wide
berth byevery farmer and housewife. Mr.
Githens swears he will never return to bis
rickety house, even should it be purged of
the teeming snake life down below.
Chinese helmets, light Bombazine bats, at
LaFor’s.— Ad.
Elastic seam drawers, gauze underwear in
variety, at LaFar’s. — Ad.
Artists' Materials, all kinds, at M. T. Tay
lo’r 135 York street. — Ad.
The only harmless cure for sick head
aches is called Quicks top, and sells for 35
cents, at Solomons & Cos., druggists.— Ad.
Old newspapers —3oo for 25 oents —at
business office. Morni.no News.—Ad.
Abbott's East Indian Com Faint cures corns,
bunions and warts. — Ad.
DRY GOODS.
EXTRAORDINARY BARGAINS
OFFERED
DURING THE ENSUING WEEK.
100 Ladies’ Flannel Blazer Jackets, in Navy, Tan and Black,
at $2 49, worth $4.
15 Dozen Ladies’ Laundered Madras Shirt Waists, new goods,
at 80c. real value &L r>o.
One lot Ladies’ Striped Waists 49c. reduced from 75c.
.‘SO dozen Boys’ Percale Waists, all sizes, at 19c, reduced from
25e.
One lot Gents’ Neglige Shirts, good styles, at 35c, worth 75c.
One lot Gents’ Neglige Shirts, extra good quality, at 50c,
worth 81.
Gents’ 50c Unlaundered Shirts now 35c or three for sl.
25 dozen Gents’ Balbriggan Half Hose, regular made, at 15c,
worth 25c.
10 dozen Gents’ all silk Windsor Scarfs at 15c, regular price
25c.
500 Black Gloria Silk Umbrellas, handsome oxidized handles,
at 99c, worth $1 50.
40 dozen Children’s Fast B!ack Ribbed Hose, all sizes, at 15c,
worth 25c.
25 dozen Ladies’ Black Hose, Hemsdorf dye, at 25c, worth 40c.
< )ne lot, Ladies’ regular 75c Corsets reduced to 49c.
One lot Nurses’ Lawn Aprons at 19c, worth 35c.
10 dozen Children’s White Mull Caps at 10c, worth 25c.
Great literal ii Mies’ Muslin UnSarwear.
Drives in Chemise at 21c, 25c, 35c, 39c and 49c.
Drives in Gowns at 39c, 49c, 58c, 75c, 83c and 98c.
Drives in Skirts at 49c, 58c, 05c, 75c, 98c and $1 25.
Grand closing out bargains iu every department to make
room for new Fall Goods now arriving by every steamer.
MORRISON? FOYE & CO.
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CLOTH IHG,
Boys’ Blue and Brown Lioea Sailor Saits $125,
DRYFUS BROS.
Boys $4, $5, $0 Dress Suits have been reduced down
to $3, $4 and $5.
Boys $2, $2 50 and $4 School Suits have been reduced
down to $1 50, $2 and 2 25.
DRYFUS BROS.
Boys’ Blue, Bray and Brown F'aan l Sailor Suits at o.ie*lialf Value.
We are over stacked ia tta above line of Clolhisg and
are positively oft’e ring (Jnpreeelented Bngaios. Try
as and we will coavian yea.
A few White and Fancy Flannel Suits, which we are
closing out at 20 per cent, redaction.
DRYFUS BROS.
White and Fancy V r est3, all sizes, at advertising prices.
Look in our Large Windowa
White Silk Shirts, regular price $6, for $4 85. Pon
gee Shirts, regular price $4, for $3 45.
DRYFUS BROS.
Pongee and Alpaca Coats anl Vests and Linen Suits at Irresistible Prices.
This is no I’rig or Blow Advertisement. This
is Precisely what we will do. We ARE
OYER-STOCKED and MUST rad ace.
Our most successful Trouser sale oontinues as hereto
fore; investigate.
DRYFUS BEOS.
A few ef Men Band-Sewed, Brcal or AVrow Toe, Prince Albert and Ties left,
reduced from $5 to $1175. Oar Staggering sale of Ladies’ Low Cot Shoes is some
thing every Lad; shonld investigate.
DRYFUS BROS.
Midsuimer Bargains in Every Department.
CARRIAGE WORKS.
THE WEATHER HAS NO EFFECT
ON OCR BUSINESS.
We are still hard at work Repairing, Paint
ing. Trimming Carriages Buggies and Wagons.
Trucks and Drays for the fail trade. Don’t
forget to have vours put in order in time, and
not wait until it is too late. Send to, or ring up
NO. 451.
T. .A.- "W-A-IR-ID,
HE IS THE MAN.
PAGES 9 TO 12.
BRICK.
P.W. Meli-rim, A M. Lerrt.Eß,
President. Vice President.
A. R. Fawcstt. Secretary and Treaurer.
The Liberty Manufacturing Cos.
is now prepared to supply
BRICK
of superior quality, in any quantity. Samples
can be seen, and an inspection is invited, at the
office of the o mpanv, is Barnard street, city.
A R, FAWCETT, Secretary.