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MODERN MINISTERS.
Bab On the Wearers o( Broadcloth
and Snowy Cravats.
Rabbi Greatheart, Father Kindliness
audßeverend Doctors, Athletic, Vel
vet and Blue Law—Parson Howler,
c Entire Bath Clergymen—Prayera as
Clever Rhetoric—Are There More
Christians Out of Than in the Pul
pitP—The “Way Down Bouth’’ Meth
odist Preacher.
New York. Jan. 13.—We had been keep
toy quite for some time— Hilary and I.
Hilary is my cousin and my friend; the
combination you seldom find In a woman. I
was sipping my tea and trying to guess
out the shape of the tea leaves; Hilary was
taking a gulp of hers every two or three
minutes, in a sort of savage way, and be
tween times looking at the newspaper.
At last she threw the paper aside, put
down hercup, stood up, looked at me with
great firmness, and said very emphati
cally, “By their works ye shall know
them.’’
It was only natural for me to ask,
"Who!”
And she aaswered, “The preachers of
to-day.” Then she began to talk.
Said she, “1 don't wonder men lose all
belief when thoy realize what manner of
man attempts to teach faith. lam not
surprised that they doubt tne existence
of the Gentle Man of Gallilee when those
who are supposed to teJl of him to man
kind lack gentleness. It is not a wonder
to me that men have no faith, no God.
and are contemptuous of many things, and
1 can quite understand how they can laugh
and say with truth.‘How these Christians
fight.’ The Keverend Mr. Prejudice gets
up in the pulpit, aqfl instead of preach
ing Christ crucified, he delivers a
personal sermon attacking the Kev
erend Mr. Puritan, and explaining
wherein he Is right and his brother in the
Lord is wrong. Then Father Candlemas,
instead of telling his congregation how to
love one another and do their duties as
commanded by the household, the state
and the church, discusses the single tax
theory, and just to pass the time, villifles
the men of his own faith who are work
ing quietly and well. After this, the
Rev. Mrs. Timothy, who has forgotten
that it is especially said that women
should keep silence in the church, arises
In her might and uses the pulpit to pro
mulgate suffrage.
VARIOUS GRADES OF CLERGYMEN.
“Some day, Rabbi Greatheart. Father
the Keverend MrdAth
letic, all big-hearted men, agree to unite
to feed the poor and clothe those who are
cold ; they send out Invitations to the dif
ferent preachers, asking them to unite
with them, and the Keverend Mr. Blue
Law regrets, but ho cannot work, even in
charity, with people who do not accept
that beautiful rule which damns you,
whether you are good or whether you
are bad. Then the Reverend Mr. Howler
U sorry, but he feels that he can not
work in unison with people who do not
believe that the kingdom of heaven is
gained by yelling und screeching and
leading silly women to become hysterical
and overwrought. And the Reverend
Dr. Swimmer must refuse to meet people
who were merely spriukled and not given
an entire bath, and so it goes on; and yet,
they all claim to be Christians.
"What does it mean? What are we to
believe? You and I start out in life, ac
cepting the lovely story of the Saviour,
who came into the world that signers
might be forgiven; we say our prayers,
believing they will be answered: we go
to that church we like the best, and are
happy. Some day a preacher gets up and,
instead of glorifying love and kindness
and charity, he talks doctrine, and we
come out wondering what it all means.
And next Sunday we get more of it. and
then more and more and more. And the
newspapers speak of the preacher as a
great student, and in time we are one of
two things—we have either wearied out
our brains on the doctrinal questions, un
til we don't believe anything, or, else we
are so tired out that we stay away from
church and try to live as good lives as
we can.
PULPIT SIMPLICITY WASTED.
“What the preachers want to learn is
simplicity. What prayer do you remem
ber best? That one which you learned
when you were a little child, or that great
long one which was elocutea last Sunday,
and in which the preacher seemed to be
very condescending indeed to God Al
mighty? The preacher of to-day is get
ting to be very much like the actor; he
has. at least, all the actor's conceit and
a great deal of his ignorance, and the
greatest evidence of this is that he doesn’t
understand human nature. He alms to
make his church rich and fashionable,
and doctors and lawyers and shopkeep
ers join in view of making money from
it; it becomes a good speculation togo
where a millionaire worships and to meet
Sunday after Sunday, for thou you can
sell him your prescriptions, your legal
loro or your carpets. Of course, I don’t
mean there are no good preachers, but
they are the ones you don’t hear.
“I pick up the papers, and I read that
the Rev. Mr. Velvet preached a most elo
quent sermon, to which Mrs. Billion,
dressed in purple satin, listened with
great interest, and put a bill so closely
folded that no one could see its denomina
tion. on the collection plate. Aud I pick
up tne New Testament, and In the records
of the Christian church I see no account
of anybody who would correspond to the
Kev. Clarence Velvet, and 1 see no wo
men mentioned except those who were
workers in the church.”
I stopped her just here nnd said, “But,
we know, you and I, men who are work
ing, almost starving, for what they be
lieve to be right. We know men who
have given up social position, fortunes,
everything that makes life beautiful, to
go and work among those who are suf
fering. Not to go among the savages in
Africa, but to find the savages in this
great city, and to teach them something
of the
BEAUTY, AND THE DUTT OF LIPE,
Some of these men have no doctrine, ex
cept to love their neighbors; some of
these men belong to tho oldest church in
the world, the Jewish; some of these
men belong to that church which claims
to be its successor, the Catholic, aud
many of them belong to—l don’t know
the names, but we will lump them, and
call it God’s church, for that is alway s
God’s church which teaches people to be
better, rnora patient and more forgiv
ing.”
“Yes,,’said Hilary, “that’s true; but
like all good things, these are the one*
the world docs not hear of, whereas
Rev. Mr. Predestination, that ho may
satisfy his own vainity by exposing the
corrupt state of politics, turns out into
cold hundreds of those unhappy creatures
who are marked with the scarlet letter.
Does he take them to his own house?.
Does he find resting places for them?
Or doC3 he go among his congregation
asking every man who has committed
the sin of impurity to give him
enough money to help support one
woman for her lifetime? Oh, no, he
doesn’t do that. He says, quite incident
ally, that he lias gotten situations and
homes for a few of them, and in these
homes, each one is branded to the mis
tress. Another thing, my dear girl, the
lives these women have led have unfitted
them for work; that is. work of the sort
that is off( r-d them. But what does Mr.
Predestination care? He has become no
torious; he is cartooned, made a by-word
ML burlesqued on the stage, and his pic-
ture in vulgar papers is almost as weli
known as that of the most brutal prize
tighter or the lowest thief. He haa for
gotten that verse ia the New Testament
whichsa.vs. ’Giving no offense in anything,
that the ministry be not blamed.’ Ota. I
know where 1 got it from; third verse in
the sixth chapter of Second Corinthians.”
“Compare St. Haul and Mr. Predestina
tion !
“Hyperion to a satyr.
“We are especially told that what has
been given to us is “the ministryof recon
ciliation.” How often do we hear that
preached? How often are we taught from
the pulpit to lead better lives? How often
does the preacher, by bis own life, make
young men long to be like hi:J ? And how
is all going to end' Christmas day I
went to a little church’way down near
South Fifth avenue, where I heard a
preacher talk about
THE BEAUTIFUL LIFE OF CHRIST
and the desirability of every human be
ing trying to live so well that he come
near to Him. And the little girl who was
with me—she was only 12 years old
said, when we came out, “I could under
stand every word of that sermon,” but
then that preacher is not notorious; he is
simply good and earnest.
“For fifty years the chimes have been
ringing every New Year's eve in the
church which saw you made a bride, and
this year, because the preacher didn't
choose they should ring, they were
stopped. And why? Not because it
would disturb him for he lives uptown,
and not because it would disturb any
body else in particular, for down near
old Trinity there are few dwelling
houses. No; his sense of the artistic ob
jected to a few boys enjoying themselves
by blowing trumpets, and so an old cus
tom that delighted many people was put
down at the command of one preacher.
And we call this an independent country!
in London, at St. Paul’s, the chimes rang
in the New Year, and to hear them there
was an enormous crowd, a crowd much
more inclined to fighting and rowdiness
than is an American crowd; aud yet, it
was said the police only made two ar
rests, because they knew it was holiday
tirae, and everybody was inclined to be
jolly. But the preacher here iu New
York gave nobody the privilege of enjoy
ment but himseif. Well, 1 suppose that
is his method of expressing Christianity
and loving his neighbor. And he elects
that his neighbor shall be one who
doesn't blow a trumpet and who does not
live on the east Side among the other peo
ple.”
Two or three people had dropped in
and Hilary hadn’t noticed them. She
was too much interested in her subject,
ishe next said, “Preachers! I know a
poorchap who couldn’t resist a glass of
something to drink; he tried, oh, so hard,
and once he went to a well-known preach
er, and told him how hard he was trying,
and asked him to say a prayer for him;
and the preacher knelt down and mado
one of those beautiful addresses to the
Almighty, which are called prayers, but
which are really very clever rhetorical
specimens, and the poor sinner went a way
feeling that he had taken one step in the
right direction, although he hadn't got
the encouragement that he expected.
That afternoon the preacher
PUT ON HIS FINEST FROCK-COAT,
and his best gloves, and his most immac
ulate hat, and paid visit*. And every
place he wont, he told the story of this
poor soul, and told his name as an evi
dence of the truth, and in course of time
this became known to the family of the
sinner, and with one accord they agreed
that as long as such men voiced Chris
tianity they would turn Pagans. Well,
the sinner died, and I am quite certain
that he would forgive much because of
weakness, put out a kinder hand, and
gave a greater love to him than did his
representative on earth. 1 know that to
bo true, and it has made me think ever
since that certainly a man must be a gen
tleman before he can be a Christian,
and it has convinced me that there are
more Christians out of than in the pul
pit.”
"Now, Hilary,” said I, “let us think of
the men who are good, who do good, and
who understand human nature so well
that they can make it comprehend divin
ity.”
LOVIXG TEACHERS, THEY.
So it was agreed that wo would each
write down the name of the man that we
believe to be great aud good. The colonel
put the name of an unknown Methodist
preacher who lived 'way down south, who
had to ride eighteen miles to church,
whose salary was SBSO a year, and who
had four children, but who found life
good, and who seemed to have taken for
his motto, “Watch thou in all things, en,
dure afflictions, do the work of an evange
list, make full proof of thy ministry.”
The other man wrote tho name of a
shoemaker, who worked all the week at
his trade, and on Sunday expounded to
his little congregation what he thought
to be the living truths of the Bible, taking
for this neither money nor gifts, but serv
ing God iu all liouor und honesty.
l’ho third man wrote the name of a
man who belong, to an Episcopal brother
hood, who had renounced all worldly
pleasures, and who had given his fortune
to the boor and worked day and night
among them, feeding first the body and
then the soul.
Hilary wrote the name of a poor Jew
ish Rabbi, who, while he lived up to the
law. never forgot the charity that cov
oreth a multitude of sins, and which
makes a man a brother to whatever man
may be suffering.
On the other paper was written the
name of a man whom uothing has ever
been said that was not good: whose life
is an example to every human being, and
yet who is so sweet and tender that the
smallest boy in the street gets a smile
from him as he passes, and! he doesn’t
think it beneath his dignity to toss the
ball back if it has come over to his side
of the street.
THE GOOD CARDINAL.
And this name was that of James, Car
dinal Gibbons.
And Hilary said: “I know who wrote
that; it is the only Quaker among us.
She .remembers when, ns she went to
meeting with her grandfather. Father
Gibbons, who lived next door, used to pat
her on the head and give her a posy from
his garden. She remembers, when in
Richmond in sorrow and tribulation,
knowing not to whom she should turn
for advice, she, of Quaker birth, went
and got it from Bishop Gibbons, und she
Joys in the thought that Christmas day,
a few yeurs ago, she knelt and had the
blesingof Cardinal Gibbons.”
“Yes,” I answered, “you know who has
written it; her name is Bab.
ONE OF THE FAMOUS 800.
Became a Wretched Miser and Died
Rich But Miserable.
From the Biltlmore American.
Wichita, Kan., Jan. 3.—Thomas Payne
King, a rich old miser, dropped dead on
the street here yesterday. In his youth
King was an officer in the British army,
and was one of the famous Six Hundred,
who stormed the heights of Balaklava.
When the war broke out in this country
he threw up his British commission and
joined the uniou army. Though a man of
superior education and attainments, and
though possessed of property in Chicago,
Kansas City, Wichita and other places in
Kansas, besides the pensions he drew
from the English and American govern
ments. he never spent a cent. He lived
in squalor, dressed in rags and ate refuse
from hotel and restaurant kitchens. His
place of habitation was unknown, so it
has not been possible to determine Just
what he possessed, but he is said to have
been worth fully STO,OOO.
Paderewski's profits for the season just
closed are estimated at £20,000.
THE MORNING NEWS: SEN DAY. JANUARY 14, 1894.
DREAM OF BURIED GOLD,
Only a Cnrions Stone Was Fonnd.
However,
This Had Been Seen in a Vision by
Martha de Blots, But the Pot of Coin
Was Missing.
From the Providence Journal
Twenty-five years ago Martha de Blois
dreamed that in a certain part of lower
South Providence a peculiar looking stone
marked the hiding place of a pot of gold.
In her dream she could see the stone as
plainly as she can now see the Broad
street electric cars every day. It was a
very vivid dream. The stone was a re
markable specimen, as unlike Us fellows
of the vicinity as the Kocky mountains
are to Fruit Hill. Three feet under this
stone, according to the dream, was an old
fashioned three-legged iron pot, such as
hung from the big fireplace cranes of
grandfather's days. It was filled to the
brim with shining gold of ancient mint
and curious design. Such a pot as tradi
tion says Capt. Kidd buried in lots of
places along the eastern seaboard.
Martha was very much impressed with
her vision, and a quarter of a century ago
she marked the spot where in dreamland
the pot was located. She went to the
place many times to see that the earth
was left undisturbed. Finally she told
people in the neighborhood of her dream
and her firm conviction that gold was to
be had for the digging Some were credu
lous, some scoffed, and one or two con
vinced themselves that Martha might be
right. One of these was Mrs. Babcock,
wife of Kdward Manton Babcock, who
was one of the three sons of John Wash
ington Babcock, au early settler in Provi
dence plantation. Babcock, themsotf;
died several years ago, and his widow is
now Mrs. James Muuroe. She put so
much faith in Martha's story that twenty
years ago sbo was on the pont of buying
the land where the gold was buried. That
is what she said last Saturday.
John Washington Babcock, who died
several years ago, at one timo owned
300 acres of South Providence land, em
bracing nearly all of the now thriving lo
cality known as the Washington park
plat. He was a farmer and also a gobd
house carpenter. He made money at both
and was a central figure In suburban life
on the southern outskirts of the city. His
three sons lacked the shrewd thrift of the
old man, and their tastes, it is said, ran
to horse racing and a sporting life. Wash
ington park in those days was a great
center for the sporting fraternity. After
horse racing, high wassail was held on
the Babcock acres and conviviality reigned
supreme in near-by public houses ana pri
vate residences. it was merry while it
lasted, but by and by a mortgage was put
upon the land, and then other mortgages
followed, until the 200 acres were
about as good as gouo from the Babcock
grasp. At length the land fell into the
hands of the Home Improvement Com
pany; and cottages and streets sprang
into existence with remarkable rapidity.
The level virgin soil has blossomed into a
smiling village, and Washington Park, as
it was, is now but a memory, a tradition.
John Washington Babcock has been dead
more than twenty years, and he was
84 years old when he died. Sixty
or more years ago he built a farm house,
and it stands to-day, very much improved
from its original state, near the Junction
of Broad and Eddy streets. When he
dug the foundation of the house Bread
ana Eddy streets wore little mor > than
cow paths. No other roads worthy ttae
name streaked the soil, and farm life was
as real there then as it is now in Foster
and Scituate.
In the latter part of the fifties old man
Babcock secured a contract to build ten
houses In Apalachicola, Fla., before that
state was regarded as a prime place for
consumptives. Martha de Blois now
nearly 80 years of age, was a slave in the
south before the war, and was employod
as a cook by Contractor Babcock. She
liked the treatment received at the hauds
of the northerners, and at the first oppor
tunity after the ten houses were fin
ished she left her “dear old southern
home’’ and rau away to the north. She
knew Mr. Babcock, aud that is how she
came to arrive in Providence in 1859. She
was employed as a domestic in the family,
and her faithfulness was rewarded to
such an extent that in her old age she has
a fairly comfortable home. Mr. Babcock
built her a house, which now stands be
tween Babcock and Fisk streets. She is
a typical southern negro, of rather light
complexion, and as she goes about ap
parently in good health, presents a pic
ture that resembles strongly the stage
representation of colored character dur
ing slavery days.
Moses Henuessy is a contractor and
gardener. He has dug moßt of his gold
out of the soil, although as yet he has
not struck a pot of the precious metal.
He has made a little fortuue by Just dig
ging, and a good deal of his digging has
been done ou the original Babcock acres
for the Home Improvement Company. He
has dug streets, laid out gardens and
made himself generally useful in the com
munity with tne assistance of a gang of
Italians. Mose Is something of a charac
ter. He has visited many sections of Eu
rope, and his artistic sense has been
largely cultivated thereby. He says that
many of the South Providence improve
ments are directly traceable to the exper
ience gained abroad, and points with
pride to several bits of originality dottinir
this growiug and developing section. Last
week he aud his Italian subordinates dug
away the bank that rose in front of Eddy
street. It was the beginning of anew
street that has already been named Indi
ana avenue. It is to run from Eddy
street to the water front, just
this side of Field's Point. The
bank was about six feet above the grade
and when the diggers dug it away, about
twelve feet in from Biddy street, they
came iu contact with a big stone. A few
days before a large tree had been up
rooted right over the spot. The Italians
dug carefully and unearthed a dark, solid
substance about two foot high and with a
diameter of about ten inches. The sub
stance looked like iron. It rested in a
wooden tray-like arrangement, with a
hoop of cast-iron at its base, through
which rivets connected the hard substance
with the wood. On top an iron rod, fas
tened to the substance by melted lead,
held a good-sized, solid lead handle. Fas
tened to the handle was a board. On the
top of the board was a cross dug into the
surface of the wood. On the side of the
black substance was chiseled
another cross. The wooden cross pointed
east and west and tho other north and
south as the find rested in the earth.
The Italians got excited. They cameto
this country expecting to dig gold out of
the ground any where, and this was to be
the first actual realization of their ex
pectations. They grabbed at the handle
to pull the cover off, and the wood on top
crumbled into the ashes. They jabbed
the wooden bottom with their spades, and
it disintegrated. They became supersti
tious, but their thirst for gold overcame
everything else. The tugged at the
handle, but nothing yielded. Two hard
blows from a heavy sledge hammer shat
tered the substance. It was solid stone.
The disappointed Italians summoned Fore
man John Webb, who saw at a glance
that a curiosity had been unearthed. It
was fit to be sent to the world’s fair. For
more than 100 years it had been hidden
from sight. Perhaps 200 or 800 years had
roiled round since the eyes of man had
gazed upon it. and in a twinkling it had
been destroyed, or nearly so.
After fitting the broken parts togethe
Mose Hennessy was called. Mose knows
something about rooks, aud he said tha
there was not another stone in Rhode
Island like it. Its weight was, perhaps,
400 or more. Mose said that he could lift
300 pounds, but that stone was too much
for him. It was the heaviest for its size
he ever saw, and was more like iron than
any stone he had ever handled. How
came that atone there in ground that had
not been disturbed for more than 100
years? So far as his experienced eye
could tell it was aLI virgin soil, just as it
existed “in the beginning,” and this stone
was six feet below its surface. No In
dian could have placed it. The crosses
settled that, it was the work of a
European, mused Mose. Then Charles
Barringer, the actor, who lives near by.
was called in consultation, and it was
decided that a unique curiosity had been
found.
Within a stone's throw of the spot is
John Washington Babcock's old farm
house. Before that was erected no other
house stood within quite a distance of the
place. No descendant of the Babcocks
remembered to have heard that tne soil
had ever been upturned, and Mose Hen
nesy said that the ground all about it
hadn’t a stone much bigger than his fist
The soil was inclined to be sandy, and
moisture had not penetrated to the depth
of the new-found curiosity. It wasa mys
tery sure enough. The Italians looked on
indifferently while the consultation was
being held. Another link in the chain of
disappointment had been added to their
experience in the land of gold. Hennessy
and Foreman Webb put the broken stone
in a wagon and took it to the junction of
Broad and Eddy streets and Washington
avenue, where it was placed at the street
side of a pretty flower bed owned by Col.
Isaac L. Goff. The lead ring or handle,
and the iron bar, however, are missing,
because in the excitement attending the
expectation of gold, the Italians shoveled
them into a cart, and they were taken off
to the dump, A search failed to find
them, and Hennessy deplores their loss.
About an hour after all this had hap
pened Martha de Blois came upon the
scene. She had hoard there was digging
in her dreamland. True enough, the very
ground where twenty-five.vears before she
had in fancy seen so much, was upturned.
She asked Hennessy if he had found a
peculiar-looking stone where the earth
had been removed. She also gave a very
good description of it and its handle. This
naturally aroused Hennessy’s curiosity,
for the old colored woman had no possi
ble means of knowing that he had found
such a stone. Martha then told him her
dream, and in less than two minutes
every one of Hennessy's Italians were
digging like mad around the place where
the stone was found. They dug a circle
nine feet in diameter and went down
under the level of the stone nine feet
more, bound to have that pot. The up
turned earth was carefully raked over,
but no glinting gold appeared. They kept
on digging ana dug enough to demon
strate that some dreams are a snare and
a delusion. After the big hole was re
filled there yet lingered a belief that per
haps the gold might be there after all,
ana if Hennessy had said dig again, the
Italians would have worked cheerfully
until doomsday.
Hennessy says that he is not particu
larly credulous, but he proposes to search
for the pot again. Even if he fails to find
it he regards the uncovering of the stone
as an episode in his life, and he will
always wonder how It got there, for it
must have been in the earth almost from
the beginning of Providence, long enough
to destroy the fiber of wood and make
iron rotten, for the circular band of Iron
was as fragile as a pipestem. It was no
boom for Washington park, for there was
the stone, there was Martha de Blois, the
old Babcock farmhouse and au eye wit
ness. t'o •"
The reporter suggested that 200 or 300
yeafis ago someone might have owned a
boat ana rigged the heavy stone for an
anchor. Sailors are inclined to the en
graver’s art in the rough, and that would
explain the crosses. Then the boat owner
might have sold the boat- and had; no fur
ther use for an anchor. Then he might
have taken the rude anchor for a land
mark, and one of the first settlers might
have dug a cellar and with no regard fofi
the landmark, buried it with the earth
from the cellar, This would have helped
make the bank at the beginning of Indi
ana avenue, and time and the elements
combining in a few hundred years could
have made the surroundings look like vir
gin soil. A tragedy or a unique life his
tory may have been buried with the
stone. Who knows? The pot of gold is
missing, however.
A PENSACOLA HERO.
Malcolm A. Anderson Carries an In
jured Girl in His Arms ’to the Hos
pital.
From the Pensacola (Fla.) News.
It has reached the ears of the News
that Malcolm Anderson, eldest son of our
efficient mayor, is the nameioss hero re
ferred to in the below article, which, to
gether with the little poem inspired by
the incident, we clip from recent issues of
the New York World. This is the roman
tic story:
Margaret Cam beta, a 18-yoar-old girl, of
No. 374 Seventh avenue, attempted to
cross Broadway at Union square and Fif
teenth street at 3 o’clock p. m. yesterday.
The Street was crowded with the car
riages of the shoppers, and the gay holi
day throngs moved up and down in a
dense procession.
Just as Margaret got half way across a
carriage owned b.v Samuel Keyser, of
No. 14 East Thirty-sixth street, who is a
metal broker, on Keade street, dashed
up, and before Driver John McNamarra
could check the horses they had knocked
down the little girl. The driver reined
the team up sharply, and the horses be
gan to prance as tney got excited by the
screams of the prostrate girl ana the
shouts of the crowd that had instantly
gathered around. The iron shod hoofs
of the horses struck the little one several
times before Policeman King, of the
Broadway squad, seized the reins and
forced the animals back. Mrs. Keyser
and her daughter were in the carriage,
and became much excited.
The little jhrl was carried to the side
walk opposite Tiffany’s and someone
telephoned to tho New York Hospital
for an ambulance. Though the hospital
is only a block and a half away, no am
bulance responded for fully a quarter of
an hour. During this time the little
sufferer was moaning with pain, while
the great crowd of promenaders surged
around aud looked on in pity.
An athletic young man, dressed in per
fect style, wedged his way through the
crowd and saw whqt the trouble was.
“It’s an outrage to allow the poor
child to lie there ou the street suffering
as she is,” he cried,” “If no ambulance
can be had we ll have to do the next best
thing,” and before any one realized what
he was about he picked the injured child
up in bis muscular arms and started on
a trot towards the hospital. The crowd
broke out with a cheer, and fully three
hundred of them followed on the side
walk keeping up with the speeding young
stranger and cheering him all the way to
the hospital.
The young man dashed up the steps,
and in a few minutes the wants of little
Maggie were being attended to. The
man who had acted as an impromptu
ambulance refused to give his name or
address to the hospital authorities or the
police.
Policeman King, meantime, got on the
box with Driver McNamara and was
driven to Jefferson market court. Mrs.
und Miss Keyser were still in the car
riage. Justice Hogan paroled the driver
in tho-cuatody of Mrs. Keyser to await
the result of tho child’s injuries. Mrs.
Keyser drove back to the hospital, where
she gave instructions to spare no expense
in looking after the girl. The injuries
the little one received were on the body
and limbs.
SOCIAL CALLING IS CHINA.
An American Woman’s Interesting
Experience.
Served With Bird’s Nest Soup—Carry
ing on a Conversation Through an
Interpreter—Fine Dresses and Cu
rious Customs.
My visit to the wife of the taotai had
been talked of for a long time. First of
all I must tell you what a taotai is. He
is the chief magistrate of three fu, or de
partments. in the province of Che-kiang,
one of the eighteen provinces of China?
The extent of territory under his Juris
diction would correspond to the state of
Massachusetts. When at last an auspi
cious.moment seemed to pre <ent itself for
the proposed visit it was quite an atixious
question what would be a proper toilet
for me to wear. It would not do to go in
evening costume, and yet I wished to do
as much honor as possible to the event.
I finally decided upon a light silk visiting
toilet. My husband’s official sedan chair
was made ready for me, one of my bear
ers ornamenting the interior with flow
ers. My little daughter, with her amah,
occupied another chair, and with official
servants preceding us, one carrying my
large visiting card (specially prepared
for the occasion, and bearing my name in
black Chinese characters on a red
ground), and others walking beside the
chairs, we proceeded on our way.
After entering the outer portals, we
traversed many courtyards, all of which
seemed deserted, the men having all been
sent away that they might not look upon
a lad.y. When we reached the part of the
establishment devoted to the ladies, I
was met by the venerable mother of the
taotai (with whose sweet face and soft
white hair I was much impressed), his
wife, grown-up daughter, son’s wife, and
numerous attendants, and two or three
amahs carrying young children, one the
little 2-year-ola son of the taotai.
IN THE MANSION.
I was at once ushered into a room where
was a reception dais composed of a seat
for the guest and one for the host,
separated by a little table, really nothing
more than an elbow rest, and used for
placing the ceremonial cups of tea.
These seats have no nack and are very
high, so one has to sit well forward and
rest the feet upon a wooden footstool.
The seat upon the left of the host is the
one of honor, and after much ceremony,
by which I was invited by the mother
of the taotai to take this seat, myself
desiring that she should occupy it, we
were finally seated. Tho wife of the
chief magistrate and her daughter sat
facing the dais on a sort of couch, and
the other ladies and attendants stood
grouped about us.
Almost immediately we were served
with bird’s-uost soup In porcelain cups,
which I found to be rather good, and
which is considered a great delicacy by
the Chinese.
The conversation was carried on by
means of our amahs acting as interpret
ers. The children formed the chief topic,
and much curiosity was manifested as to
my little girl’s clothes. My dress, too,
was carefully inspected, and was, no
doubt, thought very peculiar. The tao
tai’s wife was attired iu a beautifully
embroidered satin jacket, of plum oolor,
on the front and back of which was sewn
a square on which was embroidered the
enslgnia of her rank. The plaited silk
skirt was a lovely dark red, and she wore
wide black silk trousers. In her hair
were magnificent pearls and other jewels.
The daughter's face was much powdered,
and her lips were painted bright red. The
jackets of the Chinese ladies reach almost
to the knee and have wide flowing sleeves.
The Skirt almost conceals the ample
trousers, but displays the tiny feet en
cased in their uretty embroidered shoes
of silk. The costume of the Chinese ladles
is both graceful and comfortable.
AT THE TABLE.
After conversing awhile I was invited
to a small table seating only four per
sons, and laden with small dishes con
taining innumerable kinds of Chinese
cakes and sweetmeats. To my joy I saw
some English biscuts, obtained, I suppose,
especially for me. Something else was
brought forward also for my benefit—
some Scotch whisky served as wine, and
some cigars? But, although I made a sem
blance of accepting the former, the cig
ars were quiet out of the question. My
hostess and her mother smoked long
stemmed pipes, and probably thought it
strange I did not join them in what
seemed a matter of ceremony.
Before making my visit, I had leafned
that when seated on the left of my
hostess at table, she would help me with
her chop-sticks to some of the dainties
set before us; then I must with my chop
sticks return the compliment by serving
her. It was with apprehension that I
watched the chopsticks of my hostess
move toward the various dishes, and
wondered what I should, for the sake of
politeness, be obliged te consume. To
my great relief she selected some bis
cuits, among other things, and laid them
on my plate.
Now came my turn and, taking my
chopsticks very awkwardly in my hands,
to tho amusement of the ladies, I selected
the cakes, etc., that I considered would
be most acceptable, and laid them on the
plate of my hostess.
Some of the tempting viands I was
obliged to decline, making the excuse of
not being able to managethe chopsticks.
When we rose from the table I was in
vited to visit the house. We proceeded
first to the apartment of the taotai’s
mother, where tea was served in cups
with covers.
in this room I was again offered cigars,
and my hostess was handed a beautifully
enameled water-pipe ready to smoke.
The room we were visiting was furnished
with a large, handsomely carved bed and
cupboards, a table and some chairs, but
no carpet. The other rooms we saw were
all of the same order and showed no indi
viduality. Each lady was led as she
walked by one or two maids gently hold
ing her wrist, and in this manner we
made our way to the garden. Our prog
ress was very slow, for the feet of the la
dies were so small that it was with diffi
culty they could walk at all.
THE GARDEN PAVILION.
On our reaching the pavilion faoing the
large garden I round that our hostess
was not of the party, and on inquiring
for her was told that she could not walk
so far. owing to her very small feet, but
was following us in her sedan chair. In
this pavilion wo found another and larger
tabie set for us, with a repetition of the
dishes of the first, but here we had tea in
a teapot and cups with handles The
ladies were very talkativo and affable,
and after telling me the ages of all pres
ent, asked me my age. a common polite
ness in China. Presently the mother of
the taotai took from the hands of an at
tendant a beautiful piece of Jade carved
with Chinese characters and attached to
a chain of coral beads, and hanging it
round my baby's neck, wished her long
lfe and much happiness.
As the afternoon was waning we rose to
depart, but were not allowed to leave be
fore returning to the reception room,
where more beautiful presents awaited
my little daughter, among them a won
derful hat of many color*, worn by daugh
ters of raandarians, some little silver
nuggets, and a necklace of beads made
from tho lovely fine feathers of the kiug
flsher. We then took our departure, be
ing accompanied to our sedans by all the
ladies, and after many bows we started
for home.
Early the next morning a servant from
the taotai’s yamen came, bearing his mis
tress' card, and informed me that she
would return my visit that afternoon.
She came in much state, with her daugh
ter. and a long, long procession of attend
ants in chairs. Her dress and Jewels sur
passed in beauty and splendor those worn
the day before, and the young lady’s hair
was almost covered with pearls.
RAILROADS '
111 l ID SNINiBR^RfISI|I
Time Table in Effect Dec. 25, 1893. S
Traill ! Train | Train - ! “ TO AND FROM TflE ~Train Train H
_ 38. *34. 1 36. I NORTH 33. 4+ !
1201 n n 325 pm; 7:5 pin Lv Savannah Ar 430 am 11 o6TST~T?,4--H
143 pm 620 pm' 901 pmjAr Fairfax. S. C Lv 244 am 816 am l
225 pmi 728 pm, 941 pmjAr Denmark. S. C Lv 203 am 711 am
850 pm| 940 pm 1105pmAr Columbia,S. C ..Lv 1240 am 500 an,
8 10 pm! Ar Spartanburg. S. 0 Lv miStaH
1120 pm Ar Asheville. N. C Lv
8:40 pm SOOam Ar Charlotte N.C I,v 10 50 pm
949 pm 410 am Ar Salisbury.N. C Lv 915 pm
1109 pm 620 am Ar . .. .Greensboro, N. C Lv 732 pm ll
12 27 am SOOamAr Danville. Va......... Lv 550 pm,...
700 am. 125 pm Ar Richmond. Va Lv 12 40 pm
218 am 10 00 am Ar Lynchburg. Va Lv 350 pm ~.!.’!"
400 am 1140 am,Ar Charlottesville, Va Lv 212 pm ....! ???>'ll
713 am 2.55 pmiAr Washington Lv 1101 am , ~! . ini,
823 am 420 pm|Ar Baltimore Lv 942 pm ...
1046 am 640 pin Ar.. Philadelphia Lv 720 am....! PI *H
112 pm 9 10 pm Ar New York Lv 12 15 am iS oni H
■ V .- - : : - loPa ■
Train | Train Train TO AND FROM Tram Train
440 am 830 am| 410 pmjLv ...Savannah Ar 1150 am 7to Dmn ■
6 4.5 am 11 00 ami 606 pmjAr Everett Lv 942 am 505 Dm
835 am 100 pml 815 pmjAr Yulee Lv 745 am 313 pin 7!? piß I
915 am 340 pml 845 pm Ar Fernandina r Lv 710am12 25 pm 10 PH ■
9 18 am! Ar Callahan Lv 2 15 pm I
920 am 155 pm! 900 pmAr Jacksonville. Lv 710 am 225 r>m kv" ' ■
| 345 pmj 10 50 pm Ar St. Augustine Lv 4vn P,# B
I 510 pm! Ar Palatka... ..Lv an?? I
11 S3 am 850 pm; Ar Lake City Lv 11 33 ani ’ 1,111 I
12 20 pm 942 pmj... .. Ar Live Oak,. Lv 10 41 am - |
237 pm 12 05 am| Ar Monticello Lv 805 am I
330 pm 1245 am} Ar Tallahassee.',.. Lv 730 am I
5 12 pm I Ar Chattahoochee........ Lv 12 38 am I
5 15 pm Ar River Junction Lv 12 35 am I
1137 am 420 pm 12 03 am Ar Waldo Lv 333 am 1137 am 'i a'lil
12 35 pm Ar Gainesville Lv 10 33 am pn I
5(0 pm Ar Cedar Key Lv 6 15 am * I
153 pm 600 pm 212 am Ar Ocala Lv 116 am 952 am 1 mV,* I
118 pm Ar Silver Springs Lv 10, I
245 pm 655 pm 326 am Ar Wildwood..’. Lv 1205 am 857 am 1207 52 I
320 pm ... 426 am Ar Leesburg ....Lv 1030 pm 822 am 11 23 am I
515 pm 725 am Ar Orlando Lv 745 pm 630 am 9a0,ml
550 pm 1115 am Ar Winter Park Lv 840 ami
444 pm! 930 pm 631 am Ar Plant City Lv 835 pm 631 am 947 am I
530 pm[ 10 10 pm 730 am Ar Tampa Lv 730 pm 545 am 9Uo a ijJ I
*Notk—Daily except Sunday. ~ I
Vestibuled sleepers on trains 35. 36. 37 and 38 via Richmond and Danville railroad ba I
tween Tampa. Jacksonville and New York. I
To Florida—Sleeper on No. 37 to Tampa. No. 35 to Jacksonville. 1
Dining cars on trains 37 and 38 between Jacksonville and New York. I
For full information apply to A. O. MAC DONELL, G. P. A. I
N. S. PENNINGTON, Traffic Manager. I. M. FLEMING, Div. Pass. Agent.
Tickets on sale corner Bull and Bryan streets, Savannah, Ga.
THE TROPICAL TRUNK LINE.
Jacksonville, Tampa and Key West Railway,
Joseph H. Durkee, Receiver.
THE FLORIDA SOCTBKRN KAILKOAD CO., I
INDIAN RIVER STEAMBOAT COMPANY, 5 R. B. CABLE, General Manager.
JDPITER AND LAKE WORTH RAILWAY, )
—SOUTH— | ' } -NORTHS -
No. 15. j No. 3&. | fTo. 23 iTlmeTable ln Effect Ikli.lO. '94 No. 78. j No. 64 | No. li*
t 430 pm ’2 00 pin *9loam Lv Jacksonville Air 3CO pm 630 pmr~6 30 un
986 pm 2 51pm 10 09 am ......... Magnolia Springs 200 pm 624 pm 519 am
1003 pm 250 pm 10 17 am Green Cove Sprtngs 158 pm 619 pm 5 15am
1120 pm 345 pm 1112 am Palatka 105 pm 425 pm 420 am
I ?s2 am 446 pm 12 24 pm Seville 1156 am 305 pm, 80S ata
138 am 512 pm 1255 pm DeLeon Springs 11 20 am 226 pm '2S3 am
215 am 529 pm 118 pm Beresford 10 57 am 205 pm -S am
232 am 539 pm 130 pm Orange City Junction 10 46 am 158pmt1 50 am
256 am 549 pm 142 pm Enterprise Junction 10 35 am 142 pm j 191 am
330 am 615 pm 215 pm Sanford 10 10 am t 106 pm ’lls am
430 am 707 pm 305 pm Winter Park 912 am 1155 pm
442 am 720 pm 320 pm Orlando 900 am It 40 pm
517 am T 52 pm 355 pm Kissimmee 822 am 1045 pm
615 am 846 pm 448 pm Bartow Junction 725 am 930 pm
820 am 10 35 pm 630 pm Ar Tampa. Lv *550 am •740 pm
• * 2 (JO pm 51(7 am Lv Jackson vth& !!.!.. Ar 300 pm 6*4 pml
g —.... ’BO7 am 1107 am
jtO 45 pm 656 pm Ar Brooksvllle Lv 5600 amt 846 am
t6 00 pin tlsopm Lv ..-.Enterprise Junction Ar 10 25 am 135 pm
-••• 617 pm 158 pm.... Enterprise 1006 am 127 pm ........
Courtney .] J
Steamer’St. Augustine” Is = Indlanofa E Steamer “St. Augustine” !*
appointed to leave Titusville = Georgian* “ appointed to leave Melbonrn*
daily, except Sunday, 7 a. g Tropic g dally, except Sunday. 2:10 p.
m ; dne Rockledge 11 a. m.; w Cocoa m : Rockledge 5 p. m.; dud
Melbourne 2 p. m. S Rockledge Titusville 9:30 p. m.
I Eau Game „ steamer ”St. Lucie” is ap.
Steamer “St. Lucie" is ap ■> Melbourne ® pointed to leave Jupiter 1:13
pointed to leave Titusville on t St. Lucie 5 lp.ro.Tuesdays,Thursdays and
arrival of train No. 23-3:40 Ft. Pierce “ Saturdays: due Titusville
p. m.—Mondays, Wednesdays S Eden §110:30 a. m. following day con.
and Fridays: due Jupiter 5 Jensen....... necting with train No. 66 fol
11:30 a. m. following day. a SewaU's Point 'S Jacksonville.
s33opm t* 00 pml’ll 45 am Lv Jupiter. Ar 1 00“pm| 4-3* pm'l' sTia
406 pm 336 pmj 12 IS pm Ar Juno.... ~..Lv(12 30 pm'+ 400 pms 439 put
. ... 9 lfa Lv..Jacksonville. Ar 7..... (130a + 8 30p| 2'6sp!Lv.. Jacksonville .Ar 3o6plTl)Oa
.... +6 Cflp Lv Bartow Ar 2 fiOpj 4 OOp l i+il 104 (8 26pjLv. ...Sanford Arlo 25a f 5 808
Arcadia 10 56a I+ep 1255 p 728 p Sorrento 9 18a 305 p
•Daily. +Daily except Sunday. JSunffay only.
Trains 23 and 66 (Inaian Hirer Exprossi carry Pullman parlor cars between Jaoksonvills
and Titusville. 1 rains 23 and 14 carrr (hronrh P.Ulman Buffet Sleepers dally between New
York and Port Tampa, connecting at Port Tampa on Mondays, Thursdays snd Saturday*
for Key West and Havana. Trams 3i> and 78 also oarry through Pullman sleeping cars be
tween .>e torn nnd Port Tampa.
Trains 16 and 14 carry through Pullman sleeping cars between Cincinnati and Fort Tampa,
G. D. ACKERLY General Passenger Agent, Jacksonville, Fla.
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