Georgia Historic Newspapers

    PART TWO.
IN WOMAN’S WORLD.
bomb things op interest to the
FAIR BEX.
A Number of Gossipy Stories- A Few
Fashion Notes—Comments on the
Early Spring Gowns—Other Matters
of General Interest.
Mrs. Rudyard Kipling is described as
tall, very slender, and a pronounced bru
nette. Her long, dark hair is combed
straight back from a handsome forehead
and smoothly banded about an exceedingly
well-shaped head. Her eyes are superb,
large, dark and lustrous, with intelligent
fires of expression that never fall to charm
and interest those she meets. Perhaps it is
her slender hight, dark coloring and great
eyes that command one’s attention always
when meeting or seeing her, for those who
have oaught only a glimpse of or had the
privilege of an introduction to the young
woman never fail to be deepiy impressed.
Though a room be filled with women of
far more beauty and apparent charm, she,
on entering quietly, instantly excites atten
tion, and holds for every one present a cu
rious, half-magnetic attraction, potent and
inexplicable. One seems at first to feel
rather thau see or hear her presence, al
though by her simple, graoeful, aud entirely
composed manner she is evidently quite uu
consolous of the strange quality she pos
sesses for both men and women.
While you may not go to the theater dur
ing Lent, says Clara Belle, in the New York
Prejs, you may taka part in private theat
ricals, provided the entertainment be for
sweet charity. Now, 1 have noticed one
thing about these amateur performances:
they are far bettor than in former years,
for the reason they are usually coached by
some professional, and for the further rea
son that the young man of the day has
much more snap and vim and aplomb
about him—“oheek,” if you choose so to
call It. Above all does the New York boy
excel ia love making on the amateur stage.
1 have been astonished to see the real skill
and vigor of his embraces on the stage. He
is no make-believe folding in arms, for the
girl is caught up and subjected to a genuine
squeeze, a real boua fide bug; and when any
kissing is set down in the part the New York
boy bestows them with a fervor that I
should think would be rather distracting to
the young girl; it would have been to me
twenty years ago. And hereby hang a
tale: Fred and Jack were both in love with
the same girl, Edna; but Edna at last made
up her mind that Fred was the more desira
ble ohap, so she accepted him. Of late
ail three have been playing In the
same amateur theatricals, and in one
pieoe it was necessary for Jack to bid
farewell to Edna. Jack objeoted to
Jack’s fervor, and aooused Edna of allow
ing him to give her something more than
mure “stage kisses." Edna denied the
soft impeachment, and evening after even
ing the scene was enacted very much to
the satisfaction of the audience, the
kisses being so delightfully natural,
although Edna insisted that Jack’s
lips did not come in actual con
tact with her cheeks. Finally Fred hit upon
a very ingenious aud original way to prove
that his suspicions wore something more
than the figmsut of imagination and jeal
ousy, He mixed some pondered tannogal
-1 ate of iron in Edna’s face powder and
awaited results.
Lo triumphal When the two lovers who
had just parted forever on the stage made
their appearance in the dressing room Jack’s
lips had two very distiuct black spots on
them, anil there were three distinot kisses
Inked upon Edna’s cheek, where the moist
ure of Jack’s Ups had come into oontact
with the powdered nutgall. It was a neat
piece of detective work; but when Edna
was informed of it she incontinently gave
Fred the sack, and now Jack does his kiss
ing without leaving any traces.
The early spring gowns are atrocious.
There is no getting around that unpleasant
truth. The only hope for women who like
to look as well as the decrees of fashion
will let them lies in the fact that in the be
ginning of the season dressmakers allow
their imaginations to run riot. While the
frost is coining out of the ground their views
of what is artistic aud oorrect in dress seem
to be as unsettled as the weather. It is only
when nature finally makes up her mind to
don her spring robes that their ideas on the
all-important subject boaome’crystallized
aud approach practicability.
A careful uptown mother, says Clara
Belle in the Cincinnati Enquirer, sent for
me, saying in her note that she wished to
consult me at once upon a very important
matter. I found the poor lady in a state of
mind bordering upon distraction. “My
dear Clara," she began, “the facts are these:
You know that young Dr, Goss has been
calling upon one of my daughters for
several months. 1 have all along pre
sumed that his Intentions were per
fectly honorable, and that in the
end he would propose marriage. I have, as
1 have already told you, my dear, a strong
prejudice against medical men us husbands
for young girls. They are really a very
undesirablo class; their temptations are I
tuauy and great. I don't refer so much |
to the faot that their profession gives
them the right to gaze upon the beauty of
& 6hapely limb or to set eyes upon a neck
°f ravishing development. They become
accustomed to these things until, like the
man who lays a wager that he will eat
thirty quail iu three days, they long for
jomethlng more ordinary. The temptation
m a doctor’s life is the hysterical woman
runs to his office week in and week out
t' be treated. For what? Heaven knows,
for I’m sure she doesn’t, although the doc
tor may discover in the end. Well, my
ocar, so much by way of explanation. Now
for the special case under advisement:
•tight before last, about 10 o’clock, just as
| was preparing for bed, 1 board a crash in
we drawing roam, where the doctor was
■ashing a call on Maude.
“‘Merciful heaven! W’hnt has happened?
1 fried out us I rushed downstairs. Upon
teaching the parlor, there lay Maude on
sofa, apparently In a dead faint, while
JJr. (hiss was manipulating her left foot,
‘ sprang upon him and pushed
J 1 ® away. ‘How dare you, sir!’
* burst out; ‘how dare you oom
out such an outrage?’ ‘Outrage,’ statn
jnered the young man, ‘Why, madam, what
“the moaning or such language? Your
Wghter, in springing upon a chair to
fatcti the oord of one of the curtains, fell
sun, as she assured me, thought she had
token her left instep, I was morelv trying
y see whether hor suspicions were well
unaed. My professional duty, madam,
that I should make the exaralna
' But, sir,'l stammered, ‘you ore not
'“ksged.’
,i, { r,le . madam,’he replied,‘l was not
, * OJ i to attend the case. My only tu
'J,‘ "as to locate the fracture, If anv,
J tin,a tur;i th„ CIISH over to your family
.{‘““an- 1 shall moke no charge '
cts hargoc I reiterated;‘but l do. I
that you are no gentleman.*
’G'*ted y* he answered, ‘she re-
At this announcement I sank into a
Pjf illuming
j chair. I was completely undone. Where*
; upou the young doctor felt of ray pulse,
prescribed a little brandy for me and with
drew. assuring me that there was no fract
ure to Miss Mauds's instep. 1 wont into
hysterios, seeing which Maude sprang up
aud cried oat:
‘"O, do Dohave, mamma; one would
think that my foot wasn’t fit to look at,
when every girl in onr set is dreadfully
jealous of It.’ ”
IVeoao not make laws to it. individual
cases nor can we provide for all the con
tingencies that may arise In every day life.
Maude had a severe fall; she thought she
had hurt one of her feet. A young doctor
happened to be in the room, and, knowing
that a fracture Is a vory serious thing, she
requested him to make an examination.
Now, it all depends on how she addressed
him. If she said “Harry," calling him by
his name, it looks bad; but if she said, “Dr.
Goss, I implore you to examine my foot,”
she is saved, Maude was sent for, and, to
the joy of that careful uptown mother, she
assured her that she had addressed the
youug man as “Dr. Goss."
The modes for making up the new cotton
stulls are quite as lovely and artistic as the
fabrics themselves, says the New York Re
corder. They are dainty and summery and
Ohio. The crapes and lawns and dimities
and muslins are the prettiest things that the
shops have ever shown in such sturfs, and
every kind of cotton and linen umteotals is
in the mode. All the old-fashioned stuffs
are reoeived and appear in exquisite designs
and textures.
The newest things are the oottou crepons
that tome in innumerable styles and
weights and are exceedingly graceful and
artistio to make up. There is such a be
wildered array of them and all so lovely
and fetching that it is a most puzzling task
to choose among them.
A protty frock of crepon that I saw the
other day was very fli.e in texture, and of
pure white, with hair lines of baby blue au
eighth of an inoh apart running through it.
It was fashioned with a full skirt and short
bodice, and was trimmed daintily with
white Irish point and pale blue satin rib
bons. A full flounoe of the laoe decorated
the bottom of the skirt, and was headed by
a single row of ribbon. The bodice had
bretelleiof ribbon over the shoulders, meet
ing at a point both baok and front alike,
cascades of lace being set on and hanging
full over the bust between the front bre
telles. Very large sleeve, were confined by
wrists trimmed with ribbon, and having
frills of laoe for finish. The collar was a
mere band of ribbon, giving a very neat
and demure appearance to tbe throat.
“Your frieiTd is very charming,” re
marked one woman to another, as a third
left the two, says the New York Times.
“I was going to say tbe most charming I
ever met; but nowadays one meets so many
agreeable women it is fairly impossible to
institute lines of comparison. How women
have changed in the lust few years in this
reßpeot— grown so muoh more delightful, 1
mean. ”
‘ ’They have developed,” replied the other,
who is noted among her frieuds for her de
votion to her sex. “It was always there,
but not always brought out."
"Certainly not for each other," answered
the first speaker. "I remember a dozen
years ago, when it was high aud rare praise
to say of one of our sex ‘She is as agreeable
to women as the is to meu.’ All the little
fascinations of manner and sointillations of
wit aud wisdom U3ed to be saved for the
mixed oompauies, and a women’s gather
ing was a tamo and spiritless affair. It is
so no longer, however, and it is when I am
going to a woman’s club or luncheon or tea
that 1 like to be in my freshest and best
moods.”
A traveling man, says the Michigan
Tradesman, who was also the head of a
prosperous firm promised his newly-wedded
wife that ha would give her a dollar every
time he kissed her, and in that way she
could save plenty of money. Things went
on in this way for several years, and, as he
made plenty of money, he faithfully kept
his promise. Finally reverses came, and the
once prosperous travellug man found he
was virtually a pauper. He went homo to
his wife aud told her all. Bhe, however, did
not seem to feel worried, and he was some
what surprised when she asked him to take
a ride with her that afternoon, but he
accepted her invitation. Passing a large
block on a well-known street, she said:
“That’s mine.” Soon she came to a hand
some flat and said: “That’s mine," Well,
she showed him several places, with the
same remark, until be Degau to be suspi
cious aud inquired: “How in the deuoe did
you accumulate so much wealth?" "Do
you remember the eontraot you made when
we were first married?” she said. “Yes,”
he replied, “I do." "Well, I have invested
it and it has made us rich.” The traveling
man hung his head and said nothing. This
was kept up for thirty minutes, until his
wife became alarmed, and she asked:
“What is the matter, and what are you
thinking about V' He said: "I was think
ing of how rich we would be if I had done
all my kissiug at home.”
The heroic measures of niediolne, says
the New York Times, sometimes accom
plish their purpose indirectly. Alcertaiu
New York woman has been suffering for
several months from a condition which she
and her friends diagnosed as nervous pros
tration. After so.no hesitation she sought
an interview with an eminent specialist and
usked his advico. Her state at the time of
the interview was one of nervous fright
and dread, and undoubtedly the physician
was deceived by her apparent distress and
her detailed list of symptoms into his esti
mate of her real condition.
The woman went home and told nobody
at the time of her interview. The next
morning, however, she breakfasted with
her family for the first time iu two months
and astonished them all by taking vital iu
erest again in household affairs. Within a
week she was superintending some long de
layed cleaning aud repaperiug, and at tne
end of a fortnight it as ovident that her
nervous prostration was a thing of the past.
Naturally her husband was muoh pleased
and spoke more than once of her oomplote
restoration.
"Why,” said he one evening, “you were
on the eve of going to Dr- a fortnight
ago."
“I did go,” replied bis wife.
"U, and he discovered you had nothing*"
“On the contrary, he discovered I bad
everything. Ho said I needed a shock. 8o
1 took it."
"Why, how? I knew nothing of this,"
half resentfully exclaimed the husband.
"I took the shock quite by myself,” re
plied his wife. “Dr. said I had better
go to bis private hospital for treatment. 1
inquired os to tbe nature of the treatment
which he intimatod was to be severe. I
found that ice up und down my spine to
freeze and a red-hot iron over the same por
tion of my body to burn with eleotrioity,
massage, batbe, and slapping as incidentals,
would comprise the treatment. I came
home, lay awake all that night, alternately
feeling the chill of the ice and the tearing of
the iron .and received til the shock necessary.
The next morning 1 got up cured. You owe
Dr. *l, by the way, instead of 1600
which the treatment was to ooze."
One of tbe richest of the Wall street bank -
ers. says the New York Times, m gentleman
of very amiable disposition usually, has con
ceived a violent dislike of peddler* in oonse
queno* of a smart trick that, one of that
SAVANNAH, GA., SUNDAY, MARCH 27, 1892.
class played on him a day or two ago. In
defianoe of the conspicuously pasted notice,
“Beggars aud peddler* not allowed in this
offloe," a soiled and hungry looking vender
of illuminated calendars pushed his way
into the banker’s private office and Insisted
that the rich man must buy a calendar to
help “a starving fellow creature.” He both
ered the banker with his ill-smelling presenoe
so long that his departure was purchased for
half a dollar. The banker pointed to
two or three oalendars hanglug !n his office,
and said that he had no use for auother one,
The peddler, however, volunteered to leave
one at the banker’s house that evening. The
banker paid no attention to that offer, but
when be reached home that evening his
wife informed him that a man had been
there only a few minutes before and left a
calendar. “He said that you sent him
here," remarked the wife, “and told him to
oollect a dollar from me.”
“Did you give him a dollar?" asked the
banker, with rising choler.
“I did," said the wife.
The banker muttered a few harsh words
to himself and, summoning his butler, sent
him out into the street with instructions to
“find that blamed peddler and bring him
back.” The butler overtook the peddler a
couple of blocks ewoy and bade him return
to the bouse at once. 1 'My master wants
to see you,” said he.
"Vy, yass; I vas shust at der house and
vas miss him," drawle 1 the peddler, with
sublime assurance. "But I know vat he
vants. He vants a calendar. Here it is. I
am in a hurry. You gif me der 50 cents
and he Till bay you." The uususpecting
butler handed over the half dollar, took the
calendar, and hurried back to hn master
with a beaming face. The beam did not re
tain its beaminess long.
KNOXON THEPLEASURE3 OF LIFE.
Some of the Things That Made Dp
Life a Century Ago.
(Copyright, 1802. by the United Press. l
New York, March 26.— My friend Bro
mide asserts that man was as happy, and en
joyed as mauy pleasures 100 years ago as
he does to-day, and Bromide proves his
assertion to his own satisfaction.
As to the matter of happiness, I would
not argue with my friend Bromide, for I
have known men to be very, very happy
when they had but little doth on their
backs; were surrounded by few of the com
forts, or which we oonsidor the necessities
of life, and didn't know or oare whether the
earth was round or square, or whether a
steady appetite for whisky was a disease or
a natural desire that should bo gratified.
I have known men who were very un
happy, although all the luxuries that money
could buy, or modern science and invention
supply, were at their command.
Pleasure and happiness are far from be
ing synonymous terms.
I Bball not discuss what moasure of happi
ness may have entered into the lives of our
great-grand-fathers, os compared with
what wo enjoy to-day, but as to the pleas
ures of life iu the past, as ooutrasted with
the pleasures that are ours to-day, that is a
different matter.
Let us see how the thing stands, and what
are some of the credits and debts on both
sides. Our ancestors, 100 years ago, had, 1
acknowledge, some few advantages over us.
When he smacked his lips after drinking
some 000 l city water, he was not worried bv
the knowledge that he had poured seven
kmds of sower poison aud eleven varieties of
diseased germs into his vitals. It did n6t
make him nervou3 to chew a few million
baoteiia every twenty-four hours, because
he was blissfully ignorant of their mul
titudinous existence, aud he couldn’t have
told you the difference between a microbe
and a mongoose. Both existed then, but he
didn’t know it. Ignorance of such things
was one of the great pleasures of his
eighteenth century existenoe. He could eat
all sorts of unwholesome things, drink un
known poisons, live in a most unsanitary
way, and monkey with his health generally,
and then go down to his grave full of years,
and never know the name of the dead
lauguaged disease that killed him.
He believed, in a general way, in the
natural depravity of mankind, aud mayhap
mourn over it, but wheu he read his news
papers he didn’t have horrible examples of
the dopth of this depravity stare him iu the
face in every He; believed, did
this good old ancestor of ours, that if he
went to church three times on Suuday, re
frained from kissiug his wife on that
sacred day, and didn’t shatter ma >y
of the commandments during the
rest of the week, he would play
on a golden harp through endless ages. He
believed that there was a place of punish
ment, ohiefly composed of burning aud
bubbling brimstone, in which most of his
enemies would w ade through all eternity iu
company with the worm that never dies.
He knew this would bo very offensive, if
not exceedingly monotonous, to his enemies,
and would give them great pain. This
thuugbt gave him much pleasure—pleasure
that the people of to-day do not enjoy with
the same zest, because many of them doubt
the brimstone, and few believe in tho worm.
Yes, I am free to admit that the man of
a century ago had son.n pleasures that we
do not have in this year of grace. He
could guess about the weather of the future,
predict snow storms add p jse as a weather
i rophet. He had a whole lot of fond be
liefs and superstitions that added to his
pleasure, because most of them asm red him
of the evil things that would happen to
those who differed with him iu opinion,
science has Knocked those pleasant delu
sions galley-west, as the girls say at Vassar.
But, on the other hand, think of what ho
didn’t have.
In his three score years and ten he onuld
not see as muoh, travel us much, accom
plish as much, or experience as many sen
sations as the man of to-day can in twenty
years of his life. On horseback or in a
clumsy vehicle he traveled over rough
roads or dimly marked trails, at tbe rate of
blx or eight miles an hour. A trip to and
from a neighboring city took a week out of
his life—a week olten of discomforts and
painful experiences. We go to the some
place, attend to our business and return to
our homes the same day.
He sailed the seas man ill-smelling sail
ing oraft, provisioned with salt junk; we
go tbe same distance hy steam, in one-third
the time, surrounded by nil manner of
luxuries. He had to walk or ride many
miles to talk with a friend. We ring a bell
and, presto! our friend, who is miles away,
is talking with us. He toiled up long stairs
while we shoot up in an elevator and save
tho wear and tear of our knee joints.
He used a flint and steel aud scraped his
knuckles in efforts to light bis pipe. We
can burn up onr heavily insured barn with
a parlor match. He walked through un
lighted streets at night carrying n lantern.
Electricity has turned night into day for us.
He had his teeth dragged out with a pair of
cold pincers, while ours are extracted with
out pain, or made as good as new with a
plug of gold.
He wrote laboriously with a quill pen
that, had an impediment in one of its legs
and splatterd ink all over bis cuffs, A yel
low-haired girl pounds out our thoughts on
a machine.
He bad to live all bis life with the same
wife, unless she committed some greet
crime. Hu descendant ran get a divorce if
his wife differ* with him regarding tbe
merits of his favorite baking powder, and
bv can try another wife.
Tims* r* mere hints as to s ene of the
things that the man of long ago enjoyed
aud the thugs that he didn't enjoy. You
can thick of 1,000 things that he did not
have, but that we have, and that serve to
make smooth and pleasant our pathway
through life. I suggest that it might be a
good thing to try how many of these mod
ern convenience* and pleasure promoters
you can think of the first time you feel dis
posed to rail at the slowness of affairs, or
kick because the elevated car is crowded,
the telephone is butting, the messenger boy
is slow, or your typewriter spells progress
with two gs.
Yes, It wifi do yom good to think back
along tbe years and reflect on the times and
the life of a century ago.
J. Arm or Knox.
PARIS GOSSIP.
Telegraphers’ Cramp—The Gamins of
Paris—A Queer Drama.
(Copyright, 1898, by the United Prett.)
Paris, March 15. —There is a prospect
thatthegovernments of France and Belgium
wifi soon cause a special and exhaustive ex
amination to be made Into that nervous
affliction which, for lack of better term, we,
here in France, call mal telegraphique.
A distinguished physician of Brussels,
who is also au expert in nervous disorders,
has pbilantbroplcally devoted much lime
to a study of tbe phenomena of the disease
as manifested in the oases of some of the
Belgian government. The malady, this
gentleman finds, generally manifests itself
at the end of a number of years of continu
ous aud nrduous telegraphic service. In
some particulars it closely resembles the
trouble called "writers’ cramp."
But in addition to the difficulty experi
enced with pen and peuoil in receiving dis
patches, the victim of mal telegraphique
suffers from an inexplicable, involuntary
contraction and straining of the muscles of
arm, wrist and fingers when using the “key"
or lever In transmitting telegrams. He ex
periences, too, a strange, heart-sickening
dread when attempting to form oertaln
symbols of the arbitrary alphabet. In one
of the cases observed by the Belgian
expert, the patient, a very thorough
telegraph clerk, was, when abruptly
and peremptorily ordered to transmit a
message, utterly unable to do for at least a
full five minutes. Yet, thirty minutes
later, the same man was easily and rapidly
manlpnlrtlni the heaviest wire runuing
out of Brussels. Another man was found
who, at times, oould not for Ms life cor
rectly form certain letters of the telegraph
alphabet. The physician and export re
ferred to have prepared a paper on this
important subject for presentation to the
Academy of Medicine at Brussels.
The French telegraph authorities are be
ing urged to interest themselves In the sub
ject, and there is hope ahead that an ail
ment, so certainly the outgrowth of modem
industrial exactions aud conditions as in
mal telegraphique , will, at last, be made
the subject of u full and scientific investiga
tion.
PARISIAN STREET ARABS.
Gavroche is dead, and with him the
straDge race of Parisian gamins of which
Hugo made him the marked, illustrious and
especial type. There are to-day inauy re
spectable, well preserved and well-to-do
gentlemen of not more than 69 years olage,
who have excellent cause to remember tho
dare-devil output of the gutters of. Saint
Antoine, who went out of existence with
the coup d'etat, the incoming of the third
empire, the widening aud lighting of tbe
streets, aud the laying of Baron Hauss
mann’s wonderful pavement. ,
It is, perhaps, sad, but certainly true,
that the republio refuses to reooguize, as
being in anywise apolitical factor, the lad
with disagreeable cold in his head, revolt in
his brain, and mischief In every fiber of his
being, for, while the picturesque Gavroche
is dead, his exnsperating successor is born
and able to be about the city.
Tbe gamin de Paris is, however, no lon
ger content to be at once an enthusistio
fool, a hero greater, because more real,
than any of the Homerio age; an ardent
lover of his dear Paris, aud in the blind, un
selfish way, one satisfied to see even the
dimmed reflection of the eternal stars in
the filthy mud puddles of his dirty fau
bourg. No, not that kind of a lad at all!
The contemporary street arab smokes cigar
ettes, quotes tbe scripture baokward, guys
tbe workingmen, makes life miser
able to the tradesmen, and openly,
Insolently aud persistently insults the deli
cate habitues of the club 9 and drawing
rooms. Only in one particular does this
pest bear even a vague resemblance to tho
bygone child of misery, who, time and
again, faced streets swept by the driving
rain of revolutionary bullets, and that is in
his intense delight in excitement; partic
ularly of the political sort, or that kind
which is found in annoying the police.
Not long sinoe Count von Munster-
Lodenburg, tno Gorman ambassador to
France, was called upon to make a state
visit. When such functions aro in order
the German diplomatic establishment turns
out in great force and gorgeous splendor.
Among others of the monister’s suite who
participate In such functions is a herculean
military attaebo whose duty it is to hear
aloft with grace and dignity a drawn sword.
On the occasion in question, and immedi
ately after leaving the embassy building,
the cortege was surrounded hy a mob of the
degenerate successors of Gavroche. The
boys maliciously persisted In marching be
side the carriage and begging the German
giant, who sat upon the box, to join them
in chanting the “Marseillaise” or whistling
the Russian hymn. Then they would
shout “vivo la France!" and go
through Ihe performance again and
again. The position had already
become an absurdly annoying one for
the diplomatic gentlemen, when tho clatter
ing of horses’ hoofs was hoard, and a num
ber of mounted policonmn suddenly appeared
aud scattered the mischievous little follows
right aud left. All the same when the
count’s carriage passed, the young rascals
turned In their flight and rent the air with
thhir cheers for Russia, France and Alsace-
Lorraine. Thoy seriously annoyed the
foreign office, and exasperated the com
missary of police; but, somehow or other,
the Parisians liked them.
THROWING ROWDYISM OPT OF COURT.
So far at least as the court of assizes of
the Seine is concerned, decency, h >th in the
character and conduct of audiences as
sembling there, wilt hereafter be insisted
upon.
During the trials of the murderers Pran- ;
zini, Prado and Evra-d, tho pre-,8 of Paris
unavallingly declaimed against the scanda
lous scenes which were enacted under the
very nose of blind justice It was in
those very recent days the regular
thing to find the court room crowded
with blackguard men and abandoned
women, who, more or lew under the in
fluenceoi at sinthe, elbowed, jostled, pinched
and scratched their wav into the hall. The
men were bad enough in ail oonsclenoe; but
the women were simply intolerable. Safe
in their seats, and protected from tbe easy
grasp of the <- mrt officials by the density
of the crowd, these creatures, fitted out
with fans, lorgnettes and bonbon boxes
chaffed tho police, and exchanged the vilest
argot with the male beasts about them.
Thu saddest feature of all was that, here
and there, mixed up with the execrable
mob, and fighting for room as fiercely as
the veriest virago of the tot, were women,
who, seen elsewhere, one would have eup
pnsed qualified to constitute tb sweeten
end most refining lufiueneee of happy and
virtuous homes.
The raging of the press, fultutuatlone o(
the clergy, repos'ed of the mag
istrates aud the bust cilortg of gendarmes
seemed for a time, alike powerless to pre
vent the court being buried benesth the
ever increasing inflow of tbe scum of the
great city. Happily all this is now
chahged and Paris has set one good exam
ple in publio morality—on example which,
perhaps, London and New York might do
well to follow.
It was with the beginning of the trial
of Anastay.the assassin of Baronets Dellard,
that there was first applied what it intended
to bs an Inflexible rule, governing the ad
mission of persons to the court of assizes
during the progress of celebrated criminal
cases. This rule provides that tho privilege
of admission shall be oonflned exclusively
to judges, advocates, oourt clerks and offi
cers, and to journalists- -all of whom must,
in order to secure admission, appear in tbe
discharge of duties directly oonueoted with
the case on trial.
AN OOP DRAMA.
It has often been charged; and. perhaps,
not always without reasou, that the French
stage in its straining after dramatic effect
does not hesitate to submit to rough hand
ling certain of those things which it is
tbe luberent instinct of persons of
refined instincts to hold sacred. It
Is, however, seldom that counterfeit
presentments of the saddest emotions and
most solemn situations are here permitted
to desoeud to the scale.ot buffoonery, whioh
has been reached at one of the theaters of
Milan.
At the theater referred to there Is being
nightly presented what is called a drama,
but which Is nothing really more than a
mass of wood, paint, lights and other stage
furniture, heaped up and strewn about,
representations of alloged incidents con
nected with the life and death of the late
Gen. Boulanger.
With the coming of the fourth act of
this remarkable “drama," the curtain rises
upon a bed-chamber scene, and the audi
enoe, in company with the daughters of
Gen. Boulanger, who enter at the proper
cue, proceeded to “assist” at a representa
tion of tho death of Mme. de Bonne
mains, the general's mist run. One natur
ally wonders what Mine. Boulanger’s
dear girls are doing at the bedside of
the dying Bonnemains. Not for long,
however, need the marvel lost; for, to tho
slow and solemn groauing of tbe big fiddle,
aided aud abated by its companions of the
orchestra, and, in the midst of a sepulchral
sort of a gloom, which follows the turning
down of the lights. It Is msde known that
the Misses Boulanger havo come by tho
flying express from Farls to Brus
sels to forgive their father’s mistress for the
chagrin wniob she had caused their loved
mama.
This is pretty good; but better remains
behind. The hilarity of the fifth and last
act is worked on in the midst of a tableau
representing the tomb of Mme. de Bonne
mains, In the Ixellos cemetery. It is a good
long act, and one that is made the most of.
The suicide of the general is a scons so
artistically elaborated that It is doubtful if
it could be made more impressive, even
though tho distinguished soldier and politi
cian was to march in upon tho stage in full
military fig and do himself to death to the
music of a brass band. Considering
that in this scene it is simply the duty of the
general to kill hims-lt ns speedily and grace
fully as possible, it is remarkable how much
time be puts in over the business, and how
recklessly he hangs himself about among the
headstones und other funeral furniture of
tho stage.
There is. of course, an apothesis, full of
vnrh ga'ed lights, growling bass viol notes,
ancieut oherubi.n ad Milanese angels of
dubious antecedents and associations.
It does not speak well for Italian culture
that this wretched mockery of a drama has
proved a financial success, and has been
patronized by some of the most fashionable
people of Milan. Paul de Barsac.
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