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WOMAN’S WORLD.
A FEW MATTERS OJ- Is’TSRE3TTO
THE FAIR SEX.
A Fashion Note or Two—Home Gossipy-
Stories Picked Here and There—Other
Things That Are Worth a Passing
Notice.
There is not a man with an offioe, says
Clara Belle in the Times~Dcmocrat, who
baa not somewhere in his desk a private
drawer that he keeps looked, and there is
DO t a woman who has not a box tuoked
away that she wouldn't open for any one in
the world. Ten to one, the man or woman
are not sure what is in the drawer or the
box. When young Jones’ wife all of a sud
den insisted upon his opening that particu
lar drawer he got rather white around the
mouth and said “O, pshawf’ She got suoh
an awful fit q i hysterics, though that he
had to. Just as she thought, a lot of piok
notes! In spite of his frantio objections
she grabbed a handful of them, and, while
the cold perspiration came out on his brow,
she began to read. Such a lot of idiotio
love-letter stuff. She got hysterics worse
and worse. Finally her quick eye caught a
signature.
“Madam,''he said, with awful severity,
“continue! Do not stop—read on!”
She did, and when she got to the very
end she began to hold her breath till she
got nearly black. Then she fell upon his
neck and sobbed, “ darling I’’
He forgave her, but he did say over her
shoulder while he clasped her to his breast:
“That was a jolly close call, old boy.”
The letters were her own to him, before
they were married, you know.
You may think it is a frivolous occupa
tion to be a fashionable woman, says the
New York Sitn, You may dream that it
means idleness and ease to have your name
on the list of the Patriarchs and to spend
your summers at Newport. Pleasure is the
fashionable woman s business and profes
sion, but she works harder at it tbau any
woman at her trade. Betting aside the
amusements, the engagements, the enter
tainments, the distractions of society, there
are now the charities, the mental fashions
that are enough to drive one mad. No
sooLer is one line interest mastered to the
point of conversation than another is taken
up by the leaders, and to confess yourself
ignorant of this augurs ill for your stand
ing.
“It is a wise thing,” commented a man,
recently, “to go to first-class places for
rnealß. Most such hotels and restiurauts,
says the New York Times, are willing to
opeu their kitchen for inspection at any
time, and it is a pleasure to see the shining
pots and saucepans, the loug ranges show
ing clear fires and the neat looking chefs
and assistants.
“A hotel man was telling me the other
day the care necessary to keep the kitchen
utensils safe and usable. They are all of
copper, tin lined. Uss wears away the tin
lining after a while, and then the acid of
foods cooked in them acts upon the copper,
forming a dangerous compound, as is well
known. He told me his pots and kettles
wero all sent away twice a year to lie re
lined with tin to the depth of a quarter of
an inch.
“And in this oonneotion he added a story
of an uptown hotelkeeper, who, a few
years ago, conceived the idea of keeping
pigs out on bis Long Island farm, fattening
them on the garbage from his hotel. So he
bought the pigs, and they thrived and grew
on sour ice cream, spoiled jellies, and stale
salads. But one day in the heart of sum
mer they were mysteriously attacked with
so oalled bog cholera, and every pig on the
farm squealed bis last.
“He probably would have looked upon
his loss as a visitation of providence, for
which no one waß responsible, but a num
ber of his guests became ill, from no ap
parent cause, at the same time, which set
bira to thinking. An investigation showed
many hare patches in his copper cooking
vessels, notably in bis ice cream freezers.
So, since then he does not keep pigs, but he
doos watch his coppers."
‘ The dress, say? the New York Sun, that
interests most women just uow is that
which will be worn at the exposition. It
should be of material light in weight, smart
in style and severe in make, as demanded
by gentility. Fortunately fashion no longer
couu euances the train for outdoor wear,
and women will not used to have their at
tention distracted from the world’s wonders
by the care of their petticoats. The skirts
to these gowns will not bo up to the ex
treme of fullness, but rather cut with a
neat fiaro and a width of not more than
four yards. Be-isle the traveling gown the
woman who goes In for comfort as well as
for gentility will have an Eton suit of serge,
with the silk or Cheviot waists, that may be
worn on hot days without the jacket. A
China silk of subdued color and simple
make will be almost a matter of necessity if
the pilgrimage is planned for the summer
months, and the traveling cloak with de
tachable cape must be included in the outfit.
Capes in this day of their popularity will
outrank iu nreference the jaesot, which is
less easily adjusted, and, indeed, many of
the traveling gowns will be made with a
cape of the same material as the gown.
“ Like almost everything upon which so
ciety lays its ephemeral and capricious
touch, flowers are subject to changing laws
of fashion and supremacy,” says the New
York Times.
“Even Easter flowers are not set in a
permanent mold. Time was when the
Easter or Annunciation lily was the queen
of Easier flowers. It is stiil a great favor
ite, but it is slowly losing ground in favor
of brighter and more varied blossoms.
“The conception of Easter is, I think,
gradually widening. It is no longer confined
to a striotly religious feeling, at least so far
as its use of flowers is c moarued, and this
fact naturally has its influence to give a
wider choice of blooms. Asa matter of
fact, typical flowers representing certain
seasons or occasions are not much in evi
dence now purely as such. Any flower does
for all seasons, or all flowers for any season.
“For example, a short time ago funeral
flowers could be nothing but white; then
oale tints—heliotrope, pink and delicate
Btraw-colored roses—were used in wreaths
and crosses, but now the most vivid and
gorgeous blooms are sent to houses of
mourning. Orange blossoms used to be the
only available wedding flower. To-day
orchids, liiies of the valley and a half dozen
others are quite as much in vogue.
‘ 'lt has come to be so with the Easter lily.
A most significant fact In this connection is
that the growers are realizing the ohange,
and are paying less attention than hereto
fore to its cultivation. And it Is the grow
ers who hold the balance of power in suoh
matters. They can cultivate and make
beautiful a species or let it degenerate at
their will. To a considerable extent they
are flower makers or breakers.
“Just now growers are paying much at
tention to hydrangeas and azaleas. These
varieties, capableof indefinite development,
can be made more attractive thin the old
Easter flowers, and, being of quicker
growth, can be sold more cheaply.
“The genesta is another bloom which has
8 growing popularity. It and the azalea,
however, are among the very few species
which the soil of Afnerica cannot produce
with success. The genestas are imported
from Holland, and the azaleas are ganwn
in France and Switzerland. Ou account of
<he cholera scare fewer plants than usual
were imported last fall, and in consequence
the supply will be somewhat limited.
Now that some of the swelled women In
New York have set the style of “dove psr
ties," the fashion is likely to spread, and a
good one it is, 6ays Clara Belle in the
Hn-es-Democrat. The men were getting
altogether too sure of their importance.
Besides, women are finding out that they
can have an awfully nice time all by tbem-
Mlvee. It is only when there are some men, ,
but not enough to go around, th it one has
a dull time. Of course, there are hardly
ever enough men to go around. The woman
who is surrounded by men is supposed to
he having a good time, but she ouly knows
what hard work it is to keep herself sur
rounded, and what little fun she gets out of
it. As for the other women, the ones who
are not surrounded, they are perfectly
wretched, ilea tbiuk society is arranged
for them. It isn’t. Women try to at
tract men that other women may be made
envious. That is the secret of all a
woman’s efforts to charm men. The men
themselves are often bores, and the most
successful woman is the one who gets home
most tired out. Envy, hatred and malice
take a rest, and the women get a chance to
enjoy the society of eaoh other. In other
words, they get a chance at the attractive
people in the world, and they have a cor
respondingly good time. No need to say
long live dove parties. But let us ory “all
hail” to them. The women who have
started the fashion are of undeniable
position. It is an acknowledgment, not
that they lack the attentions of men, but
that really they cannot submit to being
bored all the time, and now the rest of us
may declare the same thing. As for meu!
Well, already they are beginning to wake
up and coax for chances to be noticed by
the blase dames who really have had
enough of them and are not afraid to
say so.
The woman who would be a successful
leader in society must possess infinite tact,
says the New York Tribune. She must be
able to say the right tbiug at the right mo
ment, and never bv any chance wound any
one’s self-esteem; she must be so worldly
wise as to seem genuinely unselfish, so full
of consideration and sympathy as to appear
full of the milk of human kindness A tact
ful person will invariably remember and
use your name; she will appear interested
in your hobby, and will listen with flatter
ing attention to whatever you may say.
She will talk children and servants with
the house mother, discuss pictures with the
artist, books with the author, and gossip
with the worldly minded. If this universal
sympathy sprang from a higher motive
what a noble character it would imply—for
the curious part of a perfectly worldly
policy is that it simulates so successfully
what is best and loveliest.
“The most remarkable experience which
I had abroad,” said a woman just home,
who went over last; fall, to the New York
Times, “happened before I touchei a
foreign shore. At Bremen, where we landed,
we were taken off in a tug; as we were
steamiug to the wharf we approached very
close to a vessel crossing our path, and for a
few seconds a collision seemed imminent.
A man whom I had noticed on the passage
over, but did not know at all, completely
lost bis head at this crisis. He
was sitting near me but he suddenly
rose, took off his high hat, put it in mv lap,
and, with the hasty exclamation:' ‘l’lease
keep this,’ leaped overboard.
“Though every attempt was made to res
cue him, he was drowned there before our
eyes, and 1 landed a short time later, care
fully bolding his silk hat, which, by his last
will and testament, was certainly, though
most uselessly and grewsoiuely, mine.”
"The next best thing to discovering a gold
mine,” said a man of society to the New'
York Tribune, {not long ago, "is to bring to
the front some new family with social as
pirations. They can be worked to auy ex
tent for the first few years or so." “Yes,”
said his companion, “but they invariably
drop their first set of friends as soon as
they are fairly launched and become inde
pendent.” “That is all right,” rejoined the
first speaker; “it is all a matter of inteest
any way, and the first people have had their
innings.” There Is nothing more amusing
to watch than the various phases of social
progress iu this republican laud, and the ab
surdly exaggerated value that is placed
upon being a member of the privileged
coterie.
Just what constitutes the open sesame to
“society" is very hard to say. It is not
wealth, although that is one of the necessary
qualifications. It is not family, although
that, too, has its advantages. Borne people
struggle for years without succeeding in
passing more than the first portal of the
temple of fashion, while others with no bet
ter qualifications walk straight into the in
ner sanctuary almost without an effort. "It
is the beginning that tells more than any
thing else,” said a woman who was a keen
ob-erver. “People should not try to force
themselves upon society, but should make
an effort to become necessary to it, A
woman who is clever and wishes to launch
her family will not go to Newport, for in
stance, at first, but will begin her opera
tions in some quieter place, where there are
a few good families with whom she may be
come intimate. Then she can gradually ex
tend her circle until sho knows enough peo
ple to form a nucleus. After that, if she
has money and knows how to entertain, she
may pass the Rubicon with safety."
A young man, says Clara Belle, had just
asked a girl to marry him. She hung her
head while her soft curls foil over her lovely
face. Then ho saw that she was crying
6oftly. Finally she whispered:
"First, before I answer, I have a con
fession to make.”
A cold fear went to his heart. “Tell mo
that you love me,” he cried; "then I can
bear anything.”
She hung her head still lower. "Ah, do
not make me say it till I have told you
what I must. I have not meant to deceive
you, but how could I dare!”
His mouth was dry and his eyes starting.
“Speakhe oried. “I can bear this no
longer. O, my beautiful darling, what
can you have to tell me's”
“Do not call me beautiful,” she wailed;
"not till you know my miserable secret.
Ah, how shall I tell it; how cau I bear to
say that which will perhaps make you turn
from mo in horror, make me seem hideous
iu your eyes! Ah, once more call me beau
tiful, before I seal my doom forever.”
Then, while he cried to heaven to witness
that she could only be fair, pure and beau
tiful, and that not even from her own lips
would he believe her less pure, less beauti
ful than he saw her then, she murmured in
heart-broken tones that her hair did not
curl naturally, that she used irous and that
she did it up at night. Tnen the noble girl
went out into the cruel world.
“I knew you could not forgive," she said
meekly, “yet I could not deceive you; be
sides, you would have found out for your
self, and better death than that ”
Bbe didn’t drown herself because of her
hair coming out of curl. They say she took
poison. Poor girl, and yet they will do it!
“Woman’s dress nowadays is one too
many for me,” admitted a man the other
day to the New York Times. “At a dance
just before Lent I watched a pretty girl got
up in white silk and lace trimmings; in her
black hair she wore a single jeweled butter
fly well forward in front. As she swept by
ms, I noticed a second similar one sparkling
in the lace that went around the very edge
of her gown. I jumped forward and called
her attention to Its evident loss from her
coiffure. ‘Ah, thanks, awfully,’ she mur
mured, putting her hand up to her hair;
then, feeling one there, her glance foil jwed
mine down her train. ’O, that,’ she said,
is meant to be there,’ and she passed on on
the arm of her escort, leaving me feeling
decidedly foolish.
“ There wasn’t another butterfly about
her, and who would have thought she would
have tangled that handsome thing iu the
lace that swept the floor!”
Tarletan is to be used again, so they say,
for our debutantes’ ball dresses. "How well
I remember our tarletan ball dresses long
ago,” said a lady, speaking of this new re
vival, “with their billowy skirts one above
the other. I recollect one especially belong
ing to Mary , which was all pink and
white ruching up to the waist. There was
au immense amount of work upon it, and
she had made it all herself—for she was as
poor as a church mouse—for Mrs. ’s
big ball. Bhe looked perfectly lovely that
night, and was introduced that very even
ing to the man she afterward married, who
was as rsob as Croesus. Bhe lives entirely
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, APRIL 2, 1893-SIXTEEN PAGES.
abroad now, and is a groat swell, I am told
at 11
“Some of the Washington romances are
verv queer,” said a lady to the New YorK
Tribune, who bad lived for many years at
the capital. "English people, you know,
are apt to bo more eccentric in tbeir fads
and tbeir fancies than Americans, and
sometime- they take very odd likings. Some
years ago there was a young English girl
stopping! at the British legation iu Ward- j
lngton, and this girl, together with the lofty
scorn of American men peculiar to the in
sular English maiden, had a proportionate
although entirely theoretical admiration for
the aboriginal red man, of whom, however,
she had never seen a specimen. Just at
that time there was some trouble in the
west, and the Indians were perform- i
ing their ghost dances and other
war antics, and to Miss ’s great
delight, a deputation of chiefs was
sent on to Washington to have a powwow
with the President. Avery smull ‘invited’
reception was given by the latter to his
savage visitors, at which the corps diplo
matique were present; and Miss , whose
romantic little head was full of nonsense,
anuounced herself in love with a solemn
young chief, who was one of the party. He
was evidently flattered by her very obvious
attentions and presented her with soma In
dian trinkets, with which she seemed per
fectly delighted. We all te ised her about
her Indian sweetheart and laughed among
ourselves about her evident infatuation, but
her visit to America coming to an end,
she went home, and I thought nothing
more about it, until a few years ago, when
I heard the end of the story. It seems that
she was genuinely oprise with the dusky
young warrior, and Savage Bear, or what
ever was his name, was equally smitten. So
the matter was finally arranged by the girl,
who bad money of her own, returning to
this country with her brother, who seemed
to accept the situation without demur; and
after a visit to her chief in the far west, they
were married and settled down upon a ranch
in a game oountry. This delighted the
brother, who is a great sportsman, and lam
told that they lived very pleasantly indeed.”
A certain New York belle on a late bit
terly cold day chanced to be crossing town
in a Fourteenth street car with a number
of home-going workmen. An old Irish
woman, laden with a bulky market basket,
stood upon the platform loudly lamenting
their slow progress: 4 ‘Me hands ull be froze
aff me,” was her frequent exclamation.
A Lenten opportunity to mortify the flesh,
thought the society girl to her pretty self.
“Your hands will keep warm if you give
me your basket to hold.”
The old woman struck a meditative atti
tude and gave a long searohing glance over
the other’s tailor-made person. She shook
her head decidedly.
“I guess not. Me pocketbook’s inside that
basket.”
The blushing penitent deemed it unneces
sary discipline even for Lent, when a rough
fellow opposite took up her cause with the
protestation, “Ah, she’s all right."
THE GOSSIP OF GOTHAM.
A WORD ABOUT CARLYLE HARRIS
AND HIS SYMPATHIZERS.
The Law's Delay—The Typewriter
Girl—Trout Day Delayed—Who is
Henry James?—Printers and Pepper.
Theodore Roosevelt.
(Covvriaht. 1893.)
New York, April I.—The row which is
being made about Carlyle Harris is sicken
ing. One would think he was some sort of
new fashioned nineteenth century angel.
Innocent or guilty, Harris belongs to a type
too common, the fast young mau under no
moral restraint, lecherous and unprincipled.
It is natural that his good mother should
move heaven and earth to save her son from
a disgracefu i death, but there is another
mother concerned in this case—the mother
of Helen Potts, whose character the Har
rises bavo traduced in every possible way in
order to wake sympathy.
There’s too much mushy sentimentality
nowadays.
I say hang, electrocute or otherwise dis
pose of everybody that there’s the slightest
excuse lor getting out of the way. Treat
them as you would any other noxious and
exterminable pest. Let the law be executed
firmly and promptly. Emphasis on the
“promptly,” please.
It is a disgrace to civilization that a young
tough who enters a peaceful dwelling at
night as a burglar, armed for slaughter, and
shoots down the owner of the place, should
pollute the earth by his living presence
three years after his arrest redbanded from
the crime. He should be exterminated
within the month.
What would you do if one of these human
prowling skunks should irreparably wrong
a sister or daughter and kill her in seeking
to hide the consequences of his guilt!
Would you wait for the slow processes of
the law, with the chance at lasi that big
feed lawyers might plead the brute out on
technicalities or fool women beset a weak
governor with obstreperous “weeps” until
he pardoned him?
Or would you shoot him dead and walk
to the nearest police station and give your
self up?
If the latter, wouldn’t it be because you
feared the law's meshes might not hold
him?
Is not sentimentality about prisoners a
direct incentive to private vengeance-tak
ing by those whose dear ones have been
wronged?
THE TYPEWRITER GIRL.
I remember, not so many years ago, when
a finely educated, native woman of my ac
quaintance earned #3O a week as a type
writer. Bhe left teaching for the new oc
cupation in high glee. Bhe could read and
answer letters iu French aud German.
No such "plums” in the profession nowa
days. It has be6ii ruined, not exactly by
Chinese cheap labor,but by the most extraor
dinary influx of girls.
Great heavens! where do they all come
from ?
Prices have fallen with a dull thud. You
can get the French aud German writer,
with shorthand thrown in, for about #l2 or
#ls, and the plain, crdlnray typewriter,
without the frills, for #5 to $7. I know a
rnau pretty expert willing to work his ma
chine for #l2 a week. He’s been out of work
half the time for the last two years.
Typesetting, boxmaking, almost any
thing is a better trade for girls now.
The funny meu in the newspapers have
spoiled typewriting. They’ve pounded
away so persistently at the idea that the
pretty typewriter always marries the
“boss,” and has a oarriage and a Newport
cottage, that the business has been adver
tised too much.
Aud the inexorable law of supply and de
mand grinds away, even though its victim
be a sweet young thing with fluffy bangs
and an apron.
AN INNOVATION.
“Speckled beauty” talk is just two weeks
late this year. The legislature in its wis
dom has put off the opening of the trout
season to April 15. It used to be April 1,
and this is the first year of the innovation.
Few people realize to what an extent the
trout is an artificial product in Kew York.
A few wild brook trout are caught in Ver
mont, New Hampshire and Rhode Island
and reach the market. Half a pound is
good weight for one of them. But besides
the big game preserves on Long Island and
up the state owned by rod aud gun clubs,
thousands of farmers are raising trout for
the market. The California trout is a fa
vorite variety. Sometimes a fish of this
species reaches two pounds weight. I hove
seen a Rhode Island brook trout caught in
open waters that weighed 1 pound and 8
ounces.
Fish Commissioner Eugene Q. Blackford
is the great authority on trout. He has as
many as ICO Californians in an aquarium at
his fish store in Fulton market. People who
enjoy fussing with aquariums may like to
know that they are very hardy and happy
in their glass cose and are little troubled by
disease. They are fed with chopped liver.
But they require running water. Y'ou
couldn’t keep them in a globe, gold Ssh style,
wuo is henry James?
Jenkins looked the picture of mute de
spair. Jenkins is able to w ear this look ad
mirably. He has practiced it a great deal,
being a struggling au h r.
“I was in what you call 'a mired com
pany’ to-day,” he said, “and happened to
mention Henry James. Know who he is,
eh*”
“Novelist, etc.”
“Glad you know.
Well, man No. 1 says: “Who the h is
HeDry James?’ I was about to reply, when
man No. 2 answered, ’He was Postmaster
General a while ago.’ ‘You’re wrong there,’
says No. 3, ‘that was Thomas L. James.
Henry James is that converted anarchist.’
“ ‘What converted anarchist!’ I gasped.
•’ ’Why, the fellow that ran for mayor of
New York once,’ was the pitying reply.
“Now,” continued Jenkins, "I can stand it
when an intelligent half dozen men show
that they never heard of one of the greatest
living author*; but what are you going to
do with a man who calls Henry George a
converted anarchist?”
PRINTERS AND TEPPER.
I was talking with the man who rui •
“nig t lunches” in one of the biggest news
paper offices in New York city. He hap
pens to be a bit of a philosopher, and asked
me, apropos of nothing I remember, why
printers are so fond of pepper. I couldn't
tell but added that 1 had noticed the fact,
“Well,” said he, “our food, especially soups
and stews, we have to fill with pepper till
it’s black. If we don’t do it the
boys get hold of the pepper boxes and empty
them sixteen times at night. We couldn’t
do anything but HU pepper boxes. There’s
an oyster stew, now. To a healthy natural
appetite It’s just ruined with pepper. The
boys like it so. They’d kiok if it wasu't as
hot as Hke oounty tanglefoot. "I’ve been
with printers in seventeen cities of this
country and two on the other side—l usod
to handle a stick myself—and it’s the same
everywhere. Now how do you account for
that?”
I don’t account for it. Perhaps late hours
and heated rooms have something to do
with it. That and the habit of smoking,
just about universal.
No wonder newspapers are so hot in cam
paign times. They’re run on pepper.
THEODORE ROOSEVELT.
Theodore Roosevelt is a man who has been
heard from in many departments of activity,
and he’s young yet. He has greatly im
proved as a writer since his first faulty maga
zine articles were published, and now bolds
respectable rauk iu the literary guild. Asa
politician he showed that be understood
running waid primaries as well as the boys.
He shows up well as a oowbov aud grizzly
hunter, has served as an amateur sheriff in
running cattle thieves, and oan ride the
hounds like an Irish squireen.
The chances are that Mr. Roosevelt will be
out of politics, presently, like a good many
other statesmen, and I am informed that he
intends devotiug more atteuticn to litera
ture in the future. The old Knickerbocker
stock in New York is pretty well repre
sented iu the profession of letters. Mrs.
Van Rensselaer Cruger has cast off the dis
guise of a pseudonym and stands confessed
as “Julia Gordon.” Mrs. Bcbuyler Van
Rensselaer and her gifted husband stand
well m magazine circles. It is iu histori
cal lines that the descendants of Van
Twiller and Btuyvesant love most to delve.
Every member of the St. Nicholas Society
has his dates and pedigrees at bis tongue’s
end.
Anliquarianism and genealogy are hand
maids of history. Look for more historical
ork from Theodore.
THE ELEVATOR SICKNESS.
Civilization cures old diseases and begets
new ones.
Add to the “tennis elbow” and the
“writer’s wrist” the “elevator head." Fort
unately it’s not serious.
The elevator sickuess is a sensation auala
gous to seasickness. You know if you've
crossed Lake Michigan in a northerly gale,
that you bear with fortitude the motiou of
your end of the boat when it’s on the rise,
hut listen for the angel's harp? when it
sinks. The elevator wmstekness is built ou
the same principle. It Is more frequent in
New York and Chicago than anywhere
else in the world. He. e half the business
is done in the elevator buildings. The vic
tims, mostly women, often suffer frightful
qualms when the car starts ou its downward
plunge.
An elevator man in one of the big office
buildings says that fully 20 per cent, of the
people who rule up in the maouiuea walk
down by preference, even when the bight Is
considerable.
Home of the less impressionable victims
content themselves with tugging at the rope
boy’s bob-tailed coat and begging him to
“go slower, please.” Then witfc| a mut
tered prayer or something the boy, who has
hoard that prayer before, shakes out a reaf
or two more, aud makes tne trip in double
quick, aud the victim shuts her eyes and
shudders. Frequently she faints away com
pletely. Experience does not seem to di
minish the complaint.
THE TOP OF THE MORNIN’.
How many boy’s spinning tops did you
step over this morning on your way to busi
ness?
How many tops are made in the course of
a year in this country to supply the natural
waste and wear aud loss? To make up for
the tops that get through windows and are
burned up by surly servants and that full
into the ewigkeit from various oauses?
Ten million at the very least, a maker of
tops assures me. To make them takes
enough wood to keep the Brooklyn bridge
promenade planked for sixty years at the
ourrent rate of renewals, enough iron to
make u score of thrashing machines, enough
string to reaoh from the, world’s fair to
Australia. That’s speaking of ordinary peg
toDs only. The expensive affairs are another
matter.
Think of this next time a top pegs your
favorite corn.
THEY SAY IN GOTHAM—
That Ricnard Croker’s sudden display of
Immense wealth will go far to end tin influ
ence with the “hoys;” it will provoke com
parisons with “Honest John” Kelly and
Hubert O. Thompson.
That Mrs. Cleveland—but then, it may
be a mistake.
That there is lots of heart consuming
jealousy over the selection of pictures for
the world’s fair.
That the naval parade in New York bay
will be better worth seeing than anything
In Chicago; but that Isn’t necessarily true.
That dudedom no longer apeiids its sub
stance on gorgeous ties, but on elaborate
nightgowns.
That tho elder Aitor is contemplating
removal from his family mansion, over
shadowed uow by the big new Hotel Wal
dort.
That the restaurants charge extra price
for eating flsb, bocause of the time it takes
to pick out the bones.
David Wkchsleb.
A curious discussion has been in progress In
the English press recently on the question as to
whether it is lawful for a householder to kill a
man who is breaking into his residence, says
the New York Tribune. Ail sorts of authori
ties have been appealed to, and a decision has
Anally been given, based upon the opinions of
the most eminent jurists of the land, that,
whereas it is perfectly lawful to shoot a burglar
when he Is in the act of breaking into the house,
a man has no right to lire on a burglar who,
having completed his job, is seen making off
with b:s booty. The reason for ma<iug this
distinction is that while the burglar is in the
bouse or in the act of breaking Into it there is
reasonable ground for believing that he con
templates violence, whereas, if he has accom
plished his robbery and is seen making olf with
tlie stolen prop-rty, the supposition mat tie
contemplates violence no longer exists, aud it
is this supposition alone which renders it justi
fiable to shoot him. ,
Tiikrk are at present 1,850 cities and towns in
the United States equipped with electrio lights.
It is interesting to note that Pennsylvania takes
the lead with 150 towns. New York and Illinois
following with 147 and 1 , and that
in the first state there are no less than Hi uew
lighting corporations which have not yet com
menced business. Tuere are over find railways
operated by electricity in the country, and i.OO
more incorporated holding franchises allowing
the use of electr.c power.
THE GADDY BLAZER WON
A TRAVELER'S LIFE Waß SAVED
BY A TENNIS COAT.
He Wore a Jacket of Flannel, With
Lurid Longitudinal Stripes of Black
and Yellow, and the Guileless Na
tives Thought He Was a King.
When All Other Means of Preserv
ing Peace Failed the Blazer Was
Donned, and Surprise and Admira
tion Replaced Resentment—lts Final
Fate.
From the Chiciao Times.
In ISSG, when leaving England Tor a three
years’ journey iu Africa. I had a noiig my
extensive outfit a flannel jacket, gaudily
colored in bold yellow and black stripes two
inches wide. I packed this away iu the bot
tom of a trunk, deciding to reserve it for
the far interior, feeling oertaiu that my
dusky friends there would be deeply im
pressed by the dazzling garment.
A few months later I was journeying in a
small steamer on the upper waters of the
Congo river, visiting all the native settle
ments on my way. Upon nearing the
large, populous village of Lulungu I re
solved to render my landing as imposing as
possible by wearing my brightly striped
jacket. I had Imagined that my brilliant
appearance would create a great deal of
Interest, but I had not expected to fascinate
the whole tribe into a state of bewilder
ment. My arrival arrested all occupa
tion in the village, street and hut
were deserted, and au admiring
crowd scurried to the beach ana
grouped themselves around me in a hud
dled mass. Borne of them, spellbound,
stared and gaped at me without saying a
word; others, more bold, expressed their
wonderment in stuttering whispers; neither
fiery comet nor noonday eclipse could have
held this savage audience mure thoroughly
bewildered; bearded warriors with arms
and chest scarred tiy many a stubborn tight;
women clutching their startled babies, and
a host of children watching every move
ment. As I moved toward the village the
dusky crowd followed and bore me compauy
every wheie I went.
BUNCOING THE CHIEF.
In support of the respect and homage
thus voluntarily extended to me I informed
the chief Ngoi’ that in the white man's
land (Mputu) no one but the biggest of
chiefs wero permitted to wear such gor
geous attire; with all the dignity aud im
portance which I could summon to my aid
I endeavored to oonviuce him that the true
s.gu of office of presidents aud crown
heads was such a i ellow aud black tennis
coat. The chief of Lulungu responded to
the honor of my visit by bringing to ino
presents of goats, fowls, eggs, pineapples
and bananas and in return I gave him some
cotton cloth, heads, crass wire and metal
trinkets. ;
At night groups of dancers, young and
old, sang the praises of the distinguished
visitor with the colored coat.
The natives iu this part of the world are
exceedingly fond of brlght-oolored cloth,
but in those early days on the Congo ex
ploration suoh fabric was scarce, aud these
people bad to be oontent with the color
without the texture; so they smeared their
bodies with “ngula,” a mixture of red
powder and oil. The daubing of this over
anything tends to beautify according to
i heir Dial ot decoration. With such no
tions of good form thoy had no hesltanoy
at out jostling around me and smudging my
precious coat until its attractive stripes
threatened to become lost beneath the oily
“ngula."
I remained at Lulungu only one night;
the next moaning 1 steamed away up
stream ;my striped coat bad proved a bril
liant passport with the best society at Lu
lungu, and bad been the means ot estab
lishing a fine friendship with the natives;
my arrival in that gorgeous garment, 1
have no doubt, is still frosb in the minds of
the villagers, who, having no written lan
guage, store in their memories such events,
and hand them down from generation to
generation as tribal history.
I felt very sorry that my stylish garment
was so besmeared, for I fireaded the shrink
ing consequence of washing it; however, I
handed U over to my native servant,
lpambi, with instructions to scrub off the
pasty “ngula.” When cleaned and dried it
looked as good as now, except, as I had ex
pected, it was greatly diminished in size;
tho sleeves now fitting my arm like a silken
cover on au umbrella, and reached just
below the elbows; the pockets had climbed
up near the collar, and the waist clung
tightly around my chest—hut it still had
its attractive oolors. I folded the precious
garment carefully and stowed it away, to
be produced again ouly when some event
of sufficient importance should demand it.
AGAIN THE GARMENT TRIUMPHS.
Very soon aft*r this I had command of
an expedition up the Oubaugi, a river peo
pled by ea uibals, savage and warlike, and
during tnls journey I was stubbornly at
tacked. Monster war canoes, loaded to the
? unwale with stalwart warriors, shot out
rom the river bank and wheeled around
my elow moving little stern-wheeler in
threatening force. Bpears were brand
ished aud bowstrings tightened, aud a fight
ssamed unavoidable. .\ly crew crouched
low with loaded rifles, ready with a
deadly response to the challenging
spear fight. We wore surrounded
by overwhelming numbers, pressing
unpleasantly close oq all sides of us. De
risive laughter and boastful threats of eat
ing myself and crew answered all my ex
pressions of peace. 1 held up cottou stuff,
aud beads, aud metal ornaments,and prom
ised to exchange those things for ivory and
provisions, and I told them with ull the em
phasis at my oommand that I sought peace
and not war, hut that if tLey commenced
the attaok I should fire on them.
However, my demonstration thus far did
not impress them, aud it suddenly occurred
to rae to try my bright-oolored coat as au
Introduction to their good graces. I hastily
dived down into my trunk and snatched up
the garment, and proceeded to squeeze my
self into it. The effect was magical. A roar
of astouishmeut greeted my changed attire,
and the weapons, pointed in auger a second
before, wore lowered as tokeus of peacu.
Ashore and afloat my dazzling garment won
the cannibal hearts. I was Invited forthwith
into the beach to visit the chief, NdlsL This
old fellow was much affected by my coat,
though be at first rather deplored its stinted
proportions, but I explained as well as I
could that the texture out of whioh it was
made was of too costly a character to admit
of any unnecessary material Peiug em
ployed. He was most anxious to possess
this garment, aud after a greatdeal of hag
gling I sold it to him for a tusk of Ivory,
and never a prouder chief strutted about an
African vtilsge than did old Ndisi dressed in
the gaudy tenuis coat.
Omy a few months previously the gar
ment had been for sale in a store on Lud
gate bill, Loudon, and now its wearer was
a weazened old African warrior, dressed in
a feather cap and a string of catskius, who
looked upon his fellow man as so much
beefsteak, drank palm wine from a goblet
trimmed with human Jaw bones, and
adorned the family but with bunohes of
skull*.
Visitor—So you are going to build a
house in the suburbs! What sort of a
dwelliug will you put up?
Host—Well, I examined the rensissance,
Queen Anne, aud other designs, but finally
decided on the ooloniul plan.
Host’s Son—Why, papa! you told mamma
you were going to build it ou the install
ment plan.— Duck.
Mrs. Gotham—What did you moet enjoy
during your trip abroad?
Miss Fligbtie—My visit to the home of
Thomas Carlyle.
“You did!”
"Yes, indeed. The handsomest young
mau I ever saw was watching me when 1
wrote my name in the visitor’s book.”—A r eu>
York Weekly.
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