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the woman lobbyist.
She Still Flourishes and l'rospers in
Washington.
But Her Methods Are Purely Social.
Famous Lobbyists of the Past and
the Wonderful Work They Have
Accomplished -The Capitol Still Of-
I fers a Rich Field for Insinuating
Feminine Schemers.
From the St. Louis Republio.
Washington, Aug. 9.—The woman
lobbyist is necessarily a character of in
tense interest. Her deftness or her bold
ness—the delicate secrecy or the innocent
openness of her movements gives to what
s lie accomplishes or attempts a peculiar
fascination.
She moves in various ways her purposes
to perform. Sometimes she wins by her
beauty the attentions of the representa
tive whom she wishes to influence and
transforms his reason into her way of
thinking by a logic that is fair and proper.
Sometimes she enters the committee
ro.'ir.s and, disdaining personal influence,
appears as a legal advocate to instruct
and to convince. Again, in the privacy of
the home circle, where the test of wits is
so subtle that it results in natural agree
ment and does not appear a test at all,
she weaves an invisible web in which the
unsuspecting legislator rejoices in being
ensnared.
Oftentimes, when a member’s vote can
not oe secured for a particular measure,
the woman lobbyist will secure an inter
view before the vote is cast and keep him
merrily chatting in the restaurant below
over a glass of lemonade or a Manhattan
cocktaii, while on the floor above the
measure is voted upon and passed because
of his absence.
LOBBTING AS A JUNE ART.
Most frequently, perhaps, the influence
of the lobbyist is exerted, not directly,
but through third parties, who, for oid
friendship's sake, or other reason, are
able to control the easy-going congress
man. This is always plausiole, because
the influence that does the work is
known to he disinterested, while the
primary influence that pulls the
string behind the scene is not known at
all.
Lobbying, you know, is the
process of influencing members
of a legislative body to vote for
a particular measure or to carry
out a particular purpose. The measure
or the purpose may be altogether right.
The influences that accomplish it may be
as open as sunlight.
Every transaction that takes place in re
gard thereto may be commendable. Lobby
ing in a good cause is good work. But a
good cause seldom needs the art of the
lobbyist. This art is most frequently
applied, therefore, in the interest of per
sonal plans, Corjhoration schemes, reim
bursement for expend Hurts of every kind,
and al] of that funny class of legislation
generally known as ••jobs."
The lobbyist mdst seen at the Capitol—
lobbying in its simplest form—is for posi
tions. The and flice-seeking public regard
congressmen as the political jimmy that
breaks into the departments. At all
hours of the day and at all days of the
session the fair seekers after place besiege
their representatives.
There be those experienced women lob
byists, also, who conduct an office broker
age business securing through their
special ••puli’* the influence of this or
that representative or senator, while the
consideration to themselves is a certain
percent, of the salaries secured by their
proteges.
There are many innocent souls who
gladly offer money to anyone who will
secure them a position. Very often dur
ing transactions of this sort, and during
all the continuous struggle for favors of
influence or legislation, the atmosphere
of strict propriety bristles with interro
gation points.
lIEK WORK IN THE PAST.
The day of professional lobbying at
Washington by women for large stakes in
matters of legislation has well nigh
passed. The time was when an explosion
at the capital would nave killed whole
droves of them. Now one is rarely seen.
Those few who lobby at all do so in the
quietude of the home or the social circle,
doing what they do with such careful
adroitness that hardly anyone realizes
that it is done at all.
During times gone by women aided in
securing the passage of all sorts of pri
vate and public schemes and enterprises;
the payment of extra charges in expired
mail contracts, reimbursements to ship
builders and other contractors for extra
funds caused by the rise of material
after the contracts were made; payment
for all kinds of property destroyed by the
war, and subsidies of many kinds. The
Gardiner claim and the Gaipin claim,
about which much has been written, were
both manipulated through the influence
of women.
Away back in the *so’s one of the instru
mentalities of a brilliant lobbyist was tho
game oi vingt-et-un, which vvas dealt at
her home. She was prominent in Wash
ington society, belonged to a very influ
ential family, and lived iman elegautly
furnished mansion. Upon the sideboard,
near the players were displayed all kinds
of wines, cigars and other things to tempt
and delight the taste.
The appointments of the apartments
were suc h as would have graced a first
class faro bank in the days of Pendleton,
Brindie.v and Billy Marquis, who were
kings of the green cloth in the ante-bel
lum days. Here might bo seen almost
au.v evening senators, representatives,
judges and other high government of
ficials mingling in the throne of hand
some and brilliant women. At the table
tile hostess dealt the game herself, and
lior winnings, it was said, furnished the
revenue for keeping up her princely estab
lishment. .She did not lobby herself, but
she gathered together the expert women
lobbyists of the time, who at her home
Plied their vocation upon the conscript
fathers with admirable success.
The outbreak of the war stopped, for a
time, the occupation of the lobbyist. Dur
ing the war, however, a very large sale to
the government of worthless guns im
ported from France and Belgium was
secured by the adroit manipulation of a
woman.
After the war congress was iitterally
deluged with war claims of every descrip
tion. For the payment of most of them
no law existed. A large proportion of
them fell into the hands of claim agents,
many of whom were ex-members, who
were fully posted in the machinery of
congress, and who knew well that a
shrewd woman lobbyist was the most
potent influence that could he brought to
bear u|xm many of their former associ
ates.
Oftentimes tho women lobbyists were
themselves the claim agents. They wou'd
prosecute claims either for a stated sala
ry or for a perron tage of the proceeds in
case of success. Usually they required
their expenses paid—and expenses ran
high in mutters of this kind. Theater
parties, card games, wine dinners, cham
pagne suppers, midnight banquets - social
entertainments of varied kinds served to
bring the jovial representatives into tho
lobbyist's trap where was generated the
influence thut controlled his vote.
SOME MODERN METHODS.
From the close of the war even until
now many women have disdained claim
agents of both sexes and have pushed
their own claims. For instance, during
the first session of the present congress, a
southern woman, as chaste as snow and
as modest as tho violets around her sunny
home, decided to collect through congress
a claim amounting to some guu.ooo for cot
tonthat was burned during the war Her
father was a union man. The identity of
the cotton was proved. The claim was
valid, ahe woman worked diligently for
months with members of the House and
. enate. She got a bill for the payment of
the claim introduced in both houses And
if she can ever get it called up and voted
on. the chances are that she will get her
f *O,IIOO. is
TheCorpening claim created quite a
sensation during President Grant's ad
ministration. It was for a large sum of
money for carrying the mails through
some western states. The amount of the
claim vvas augmented by the cost of stack
that died in the snow, and extra expenses
of countless kinds, it was pushed by
Mrs. Corpening, who had two verv bright
lady assistants. Though there was
nothing really in the claim it was made
to appear perfectly valid. It passed both
houses of congress and was signed by
I resident Grant. Mr. Cresswell, the
1 ostmaster General, ordered it paid.
Some of the personal associates of a
senator claimed to be able, through the
senator, to cause the disbursing officer to
withhold payment. They declared to the
original claimants that they would stop
the payment unless a handsome sum vvas
gitfen them. The suifi was refused.
The payment was held un. A rumor of
these proceedings reached congress.
A joint resolution was passed ordering
the Postmaster General to stop payment'
until an investigation could be made. The
investigation vvas made. The claim was
declared void and the pavment vvas per
manently stopped.
ENGINEERING BIG CLAIMS.
The payment of the Comanche claim
during President Grant's administration
was secured mainly through the influence
of a woman. Tho claim vvas for extra
Pay for a ship named Comanche that vvas
built for the government. Tho claim
contended that interference by the gov
ernment in various matters of detail post
poned the completion of the ship until
the prices of material greatly increased
and the ship vvas finally completed at a
heavy loss to the contractor. About
$200,000 was secured. The woman who
did this piece of successful lobbying was
thereafter known as ‘•Comanche.’’
For five or six years after the war a
woman and her two daughters main
tained elegant apartments at the Arling
ton. and distinguished themselves as the
most successful claim agents of the time.
The mother would take nearly any claim
of any kind and agree to push it through
for a part of the proceeds. Her daughters
were skillful assistants. Not a word of
detraction was ever uttered against the
character of cither. One of them is now
tho wife of a very successful business
man of Washington
I went Into the foreign affairs committee
room one day during the last session of
congress. A determined-looking woman
with a manly swagger entered. One
would have intuitively called her
"Colonel.’’ "How are you, Judge?”;
"Good morning. Major”; "Hello, Cap
tain:" shersaid to the members, and then
she told tHem that she was one of the
chief movers in a scheme to establish
closer loqimercial relations between
North and Foqth America, by means of
anew canal, a connecting steamboat line,
or some other Baron Munchausen plan,
whicn 1 was never able to understand.
This seheme did not go through. The
lady, who claimed to have millions to back
her, made an unsuccessful effort during
the present administration to get a place
as messenger for her son.
Upon one occasion a Washington law
yer of repute vvas visited by an elegantly
attired lady, who stated her case thus:
“1 have come, a total stranger to you,
without reference, to make a business
proposition. You are one of the attorneys
representing the Weil and La Abra
claims, upon which awards have been
made by the American-Mexican claims
commission. lam aware that the Mexi
can government has declared these claims
fraudulent and protested against their
payment. I know that payment is with
held at the state department. If lam
well enough paid for my service, 1 believe
that I can unlock the state department
vaults and secure from the Secretary of
State and the President the authority to
pay these claims. This is business with
me. What do you think of it?”
The astonished lawyer replied that he
would consult his clients and see her
later.
"When shall I call again?” asked the
lady.
"In about a week,” replied the lawyer.
In the meantime the lawyer began to
make inquiries concerning her. He
learned that she vvas supposed to control
several senators and representatives.
When she called again he told her that
before he could make any contract with
her she should tell the names of the par
ties through whom she expected to carry
out her purpose. She named two sena
tors. By request they called the next
day at the lawyer’s office. They de
clared that the woman had no influence
whatever over them. It was a case of
blackmail. The elegantly attired lady
left Washington a few days afterward.
QUEER INFLUENCES.
Some years ago there appeared in
Washington a man and two women who
represented themselves as a father,
mother and daughter. They were of
genteel apparanee, and spent most of
their time in the corridors and reception
rtoms at the capitol. How they suc
ceeded in getting introductions to sena
tors and members does not appear.
Whence their influence came was not
known. Certain it was that they sowed
and reaped a rich harvest in matters of
■ legislation for a year or two, and it was
; only discovered that they were con
-1 spirator3 after they had quarreled over a
division of spoils. The supposed parents
had made a foe of f7,oooby blackmailing a
western senator. Though the daughter
was the means of collecting the foe, she
only received $3OO as her share. When she
learned of the amount collected by her
adopted mother and father, she told the
authorities of their false relationship and
broke up the combination.
Within the recollection of many of those
at Washington now a certain western
senator was charged with having pur
chased his seat. 'fhe charges were duly
tiled and were referred to the committee
on privileges and elections. The commit
tee held an exhaustive investigation.
Sufficient proof was gotten to sustain the
charges. Most of the senator s party
associates, desiring to shield him, agreed
to submit a report which, while admit
ting that fraud was used, asserted that
not a sufficient number ot legislators had
been purchased to have defeated his elec
tion. Some of his party associates de
murred from this report, and itcouldouly
be made a majority report by the signa
ture of a senator from the opposite
party. The senator whom they decided
to influence had previovsly declared in
committee that the evidence of corrup
tion was clear and unmistakable.
Through a very charming woman, how
ever, whose influence over him seemed to
be hypnotic, he was induced to sign the
report. The result was that his political
opponent, who had purchased hi* scat,
held it through that term and was elected
to the succeeding term. The report has
never been a acted son. It still sleeps
quictly in the committee's records. The
place in the Senate which it concerned is
now filled by a populist.
Put Fodder in Bale*.
From the Rockdale (Ga I Banner.
The farmer who will put bis fodder into
neat bales that can be saleiy handled will
not find any trouble in getting sale for it
at an.v good price. This is no theory, but
the testimony of a citizen of this county
who lias been baling his fodder. Well
baled fodder and hay will bring money
just as well us cotton. Try it.
THE MORNING NEWS; SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1894.
THE WIT OF MAN.
From MacMillan's Magazine.
I met her at a garden party, not a joy
ous gathering of tennis players and girls
laughing to the sun, but the gloomy affair
of the morbidly select. In bright red she
blossomed with all the sweets of a woman
magically feminine. Her crisp black hair
seemed ready to fly out against conven
tionalities, against hats particularly, and
her brown eyes were golden with the joy
of life, wit has chiseled her features, so
excellently irregular in the roundness of
their curves, to pointed nose and chin. I
could not but enjoy, as a relief from all
the elaborate angles of her stiff surround
ings the rapid undulations of her little
figure, her expressive arms, dancing little
feet, as she sat there, a wild gypsy, fash
ionable and polished, but still untamed by
society. Pouting like some playful child
over lessons, her mouth rigidly set against
the flickering dimples of irrepressible
laughter, she listened to the pompous old
due de Betz or answered the wise sen
tences at random with a wave of her
head.
"Who is she?” I inquired of M. Pimo
dan de St. Ouen, a walking edition of Le
Tout Paris, tightly bound in frock coat.
"Why that is la belle Comtesse de
Crequv de Canaples, a widow, mon cher,
young, rich. If you admire her, here's
your chance. The duke is dying to talk
politics with the Dowager do Baudri
court. Fofward, to the rescue;” And
M. Pimydon emitted that short, dry note
which serves him as a laugh or cough,
while l stepped up to M. de Retz, who
gratefully introduced me: ‘Dear cousiu,
Mr. Castlehigh—Comtesse de Canaples.”’
And he retired as Mme. de Canaples
smiled up at me with her humorous eyes.
Her voice was fluently musical as she
gayly said: “We arc not quite strangers,
for 1 have met your charming sister at
the Plot-Chandieus.” Before 1 could
frame a compliment she suddenly added:
“Do you love her?”
"Who?”
"Your sister, of course. I like every
man to love his sister.”
Well, 1 hope I do.”
“You only hope! Are you an English
man?”
“More or less.”
"laiss. decidedly less. An Englishman
with blue eyes like yours should not only
be honest and brave, but sure, sure of
everything. Don’t you see, don’t you un
derstand what strength, what manliness
there is in being absolutely sure, even if
you are quite wrong? It is healthy; every
thing strong and absolute is healthy.
What are you then?”
"Well, a cosmopolitan.”
"Ah, ball’.” she exclaimed, with a toss
of her diminutive head, as she surveyed
me good-humoredly. 'And that means
that you are not interested in anything
but the surface of things; that your
sentiments are paradoxes; that your
apirations go no higher than a lift will
carry you; that your feelings, philosophy,
life, love, lounge in a mental Hotel
Metropole, and never work at home.
Have you no preference for any country?”
“I think I prefer France.”
"For shame; you a Castlehigh: you
whose very name seems rooted in Saxon
soil; Ah," she added, with another of her
kindly smiles, "I see it all; you think to
flatter. But why should you not speak
the truth? i adore the truth! Youcuuuot
possibly love anything better than your
birthplace, your family, your homo!”
I laughed, saying: "’iou see my mother
vvas French.”
She seized my hand and shook it frankly
as she exclaimed: "Then you really did
lovo your mother! You love her country?
’Tis well! AH human greatness of man is
in his devotion to his mother. France,
then, seems to enfold you in her arms;
the very air caresses, soothes, and nurses
you! But, nevertheless, you are an En
glishman. This mixing of races and
names breaks traditions of hereditary
faith. Man must be steadfast. Only a
woman may capriciously adopt and pas
sionately follow her love across the seas,
may be irresponsible, except to God, her
self and her husband. Man must be tho
rock to which we cling. He is our coun
try, our name, our heart. Remember
that song of your people:
"In spite of all temptations
To Delong to other nations.
Me remains an Englishman.”
“How nice of him! You know there are
temptations, for England means duty—
but I am preaching, excuse mo! You have
such a real, honest. British face that I
cannot help feeling disappointed at find
ing you a mere cosmopolitan. Go back to
England; there is the place for tho clever
and the brave.”
"You flatter!”
“Never!”
“But I feel flattered.”
"You should feel ashamed, then, as
flattery commences where truth ceases.
Are you not clever, are you not brave?”
"I don't think so.”
"Well, at any rate, you have enough
false modesty to please most people of
the world.”
I blushed.
"Have 1 hurt your feelings’" she said,
with her hand on m.v arm, in soft, gentle
tones: "I am so sorry! 1 only wished to
spur you out of this nonchalant attitude.
I am sure tis only a pose, that you really
have ideals Come, now, don't let me do
you an injustice; I hate misunderstand
ings. Admit it, you are a worker, not
simply a walking gentleman; you havo
something beneath the crown of your hat.
What do you do, tell me”’ And sho
leaned forward, her eyes intent on mine
“Well, I write a little poetry,” I stam
mered.
Her eyes sparkled, her lips smiled, she
clapped her hands in delight, exclaiming
in a musical roulade: “You love your
mother, and you are a poet! i knew your
English eyes expressed ideals, strength
and health. Poets may be cosmopolitans;
indeed their home is iu all nations’ hearts.
Have you published ? Not yet? Oh, then,
dobring your manuscripts to iny bouse:
could you come to-morrow, Tuesday?
Yes’ How good of you, when every mo
ment may be precious gold. Thank you,
and au revuir."
And. as I held that small hand in mino.
I fell that I had made a friend.
When J callod next day Mme. de Cana
ples was in her boudoir. She listened to
my reading silently, attentively, almost,
it seemed, reverently: and whet I left the
house after dinner I felt very great. The
nexe morning we met in the Lois and rede
togother: the same night we danced a
cotillon at Mme. de Plot-Cbandieu’s. Fate
seemed determined to make us meet, and
perhaps we helped her.
If a man and woman see much of each
other they invariably talk of themselves,
wax sentimental by waltz music, and im
agine themselves in love alter supper.
But I am tired of flirtations, sick of tell
ing a woman, whom I only admire, that I
love her So one evening as we discussed
sentiment over paie-de-loie-gras 1 told
her how much I regretted that two great
minds should slavishly follow tho exam
ple of the stupid. She agreed. "If we
remain on our present footing one of us
may fall in love.” Sho opened her inno
cent eyes, smiling. "Yes,” I continued,
“in love; what else can happen! Where
as if we go off somewhere together and
live naturally, unconstrained by the
world, we shall know ourselves truly and
a few duys of rest.”
“O, tho wit of man!” she cried, gayly
clapping her hands, her whole face beam
ing with delight.
The next evening we started by rail for
Fontainebleau. Soon we were both fast
asleep, only to wake at our destination.
She took a room at one hotel. 1 at auother.
The next day we drove in the forest,
slleutly watching the royal trees till our
eyes grew tired and we fell asleep. We
stayed there a fortnight, driving, sleep
ing. barely saying n word, and yet quite
happy.
W iien we were back in Paris she asked:
"And why did we go to Fontainebleau for
that?’’
"Because," I replied, "at Fontainebleau
we kept regular hours, allowed ourselves
no cerebral excitement, drank no cham
pagne, heard no one whisper -Little
Castlehigh is awfully in lovo with Mme.
de Canaples,’ or ‘The countess is de
cidedly sweet on re cher garcon l’ 1 have
simply proved, dear lady, that society
was forcing us, with its champagne and
talk, to think of each other, whereas
nature left us to our own individual and
separate thoughts. Oh. that fortnight in
Fontainebleau ? We scarcely spoke twice
a day. Silence is repose and repose is
bliss. To think that we might have been
vulgar lovers! A few days more
at Paris and my fate, at least,
was sealed. But I understood the
dangers of our situation. Could any
thing bo more paradoxical and modern
than our elopemeut to Fontainebleau?
Carry off a woman mysteriously at night,
two hours by rail to a strange town, re
main there a fortnight on tete-a-tete! And
all that not to become lovers, but. on the
contrary, to escape the necessary, tho
historical development of a situation with
out issue. Don’t you think that our late
adventure gives us incontestable superi
ority over the greatest wits of our age:”-
Sbe seized both my hands and fixed my
eyes. It was a rapid, searching, wondrous
look : only her irregular and mobile face
could have such an expression and for
half a second she seemed to tear open inv
soul, take a peep, see it all, and shut it
up. Then she saUdown on the sofa and
gazed meditatively at me. Humor and
disappointment were blended in her Jim
pled smile. She crossed her arms, nodded
her head, examined her little feet slowly,
one after the other, cud sighed. "The
wit of mirnl” She shrugged her shoulders
most charmingly as she reiterated, each
time with a quite new and singular in
tonation: "The wit of man, the wit of
man I”
Most people would have been put out by
the obvious double meaning of this remark,
but 1 am a psychologist; in fact, I pride
m.vsclf not a little on my penetration. 1
understood that she smiled at my wit,
compared mo to others, and sighed'us she
regretfully reflected how lew men are
really capable of such subtile conduct
with women. They ure few indeed !
Then she buried her face in her hands
to think. And, with equal unexpected
ness, came softly to mo and kissed my
cheek. “Thank you," she said in a
strangely far-off voice; "though a youth,
you are a groat philosopher. Henceforth,
we are friends; we will never allow so
ciety to make us pose one to the other,
but meet sometimes and rest together."
She tripped away out of tho room. But
the door suddenly reopened and she
leaned forward, offering her exquisite
figure to my view like a bouquet, as she
smiled with her sweet, red lips. "The
wit of man, ha! ha!” she laughed as she
ran downstairs.
Nearly every day Mme. de Canaples
comes to sit in my study. Her work bas
ket and favorite books are In a corner:
even when absent, the atmosphere of her
pervades the room like a spirit and
soothes me. We are usually quite silent,
but when Ido speak she listens, as she
did when 1 Hist read my poems to lier,
and the flickering gold in her brown eyes
seems to light my memory and color m.v
expression. The other day she said: I
know exactly the position which 1 occupy
between your books and cigarettes.”
Her tone was somewhat bitter. But I
proved to her that she is my most
precious triend, for she never bores mo,
following all my moods and indulging
them in a manner most surprising when
I think of it. Really, J am so thankful
that for once 1 resisted tho temptation of
flirting. Love would- have spoiled our
friendship as it does everything. E<voti
Mme. de Canaples torments her lover.
For she is going to marry Jacqties de
Chandieu; at least she tells me so. But
on this subject she lavishes all the caprice
and childishness which friendship seetns
to have drowned in her with me. Some
times she speaks passionately of le beau
Jacques, who is a dashing officer of Chas
seurs, somewhat brainless, ver.vohand
somc, and quite spoiled by Mmo. do l’lot-
Chandieu. At other times Mine, de Can
aples says that she hates him, and her
sudden reversions of feeling are rapidly
beginning to torment him into a man of
thought. He obevs her like a faithful
dog. She snubs him, as a woman does a
man who loves her. Whereas with
mo she is unfailing iu her gentle consider
ation, ceaseless in her delicate attentions.
And the moral of all this is: *lf you like
a woman don't make love to her: if you
love her don't marry her. I told her so
the other day She blushed and laughed
till the tears rolled down her Cheeks, say
ing as usual, 'The wit of man!” as she
wiped her eyes and composed herself bnok
to the letter which I was dictating to iny
London tailor.
Butl do wish she would marry Jacques
and be done with it. Her capricidus
treatment of him and appeals to my sym
pathy are rather teazing. She always
wants to know what I think. Now that
is just what I don’t do when she is by me;
I then simply take repose in her society
from all mental exertion. It has become
a habit, and these constant demands on
m.v reasoning faculties, though flattering,
bore me. Can no woman over leave well
alone!
When she came in this afternoon I saw
by the way she hovered a! out my chair
before sitting down that something was
on her mind. She wore a red dress very
like that which she had on the day I first
saw her at Mine, do Retz's garden party.
She struck me as prettier than ever, and
her charming figure was a joy to my eyes,
us she lay on the sofa, or leaned over to
read my last poem. There is about her
something suavely womanly which acts
like a charm on man. She has that
fragrance of body and soul which makes
me feel as though life is really worth liv
ing when she is at my side.
"I am decided to marr.v Jacques." sho
said, as Bhe poured me out a cup of tea.
"At last! Allow me to congratulate
you,” I remarked, with a vast assump
tion of interest.
"No! I am very miserable,” she sighed,
as she passed me the cup.
"Why?"
"Because I don’t love him enough.”
"Why marry him then?”
"Because because lam lonely, Regin
ald !” and her expression was piteous as
she repeated: "Oh, so lonely!”
"Did you love M. de Canaples?”
"No: 1 was too young.”
"Have you ever loved any one?" I in
quired airily after a pause.
Hhe Jumped to her feet Uko a startled
deer and confronted me with burning
eyes. "Yes." she said fiercely. "Yes!”
"Was he marriedt”
She shook her head.
"Dead?”
“No."
"Why don’t you take him then?”
She slowly answered with downcast
eyes, "He doesn't love me."
"Are you sure?”
She looked up at me. "Yes?” she said,
“I am quite sure.”
"Well then try and make him.”
"I have!” she retorted, sharp!v.
"Without success: You astonish me! I
was only Just thinking how fascinating
you are.” She blushed "There is some
thing about you which particularly ap
peals to man. We are all such vain
creatures, that any woman, particularly
you, with a few smiles might reduce the
most indifferent of ua to a desperate con
dition.” Sho shrugged her shoulders.
"Have you tried everything with him?”
She turned to me curioualy. 1 "Now
really what do you suppose I have been
doing’ Does u woman ever give up any
thing but a losing game?” She laughed a
trifle sardonically and repeated wearily,
as she let herself fall back on the sofa.
“Yes. I have tried everything, Reginald
dear, everything?”
"You havo oven told him you love
him?”
"Certainly not.”
"Try that."
"But,” she answered, turning around
on mo. "I have insinuated it. And if he
won't sec it, 'tis because he can t love mo
and doesn't wish to trifle with my affec
tions by raising false hopes.”
“A rare gentleman, if such is the case.”
“You approve of him then ?”
“Ilon’t we agree in everything?”
"Yes," she answered sadly. And then
slip began to cry like a child, violent, hot
tears of rage and grief. M.v whole soul
swelled to sympathy. 1 took her hands
and softly kissed them, l’erhaps lam a
little in love with her. at least l thought
so at the time: but then I know women's
sensitiveness too well to allow m.v love to
burst on their unhappiness. Perhaps my
kisses were a trifle passionate, lor she
turned pale and pushed me away; her
eyes, brilliant and gigantic, as she looked
at me astonished. "Don’t, please don't,
Reginald!” she pleaded.
“1 neg your pardon.” Sho smiled and I
continued eloquently: "1 wish that man
was not such a fool. If he only knew
what a fine creature you arc; if he only
understood you as 1 do! Tell me his
name? i will become his most intimate
friend for your sake. And you know be
tween men we have so many means of
conveying an impression, exciting a curi
osity about some woman. lam sure that
1 could make him fall in love with you,
my dear, without his guessing that 1 even
knew you, except as a casual acquain
tance.”
With both hands upraised to trhe ceiling
she laughed outright as she Hung herself
out of tho room, exclaiming iu a voice
that I shall remember to my dying day:
“The stupidity of man!”
i am afraid that her verdict on my sex
is just, though 1 may flatter imyself that
there are a lew exceptions.
THE AESTHETIC SHARK.
He Meets His Death in nis Attempt to
Eat a Living Picture.
From the New York Tribune.
No fish with clear credentials as a man
eating shark has ever .vet appeared in tho
East River. Yesterday, however, the
town was horrified by the published ac
counts of a creature up near Hell Gate
that tried to be a woman-eating shark.
He failed, owiug to the courage and skill
of two or three persons who afterward
told tho story. One of these is by pro
fession a diver. As an amateur he is also
a "plunger” when it conies to fish stories.
The claim is made for him that he knows
lish from suckers to whales. Of these
two varieties the former is sometimes a
fish, but not always, and tho latter never
is. But that has little to do with tho
case. His expertness in distinguishing
them seems to have enabled the diver to
recognize the persons to whom he told
the story as— But it is time for the
story itself. Suffice it to say that many
of his hearers proved that they were not
sharks by swallowing the whole story
readily, and without having to turn over
on their sides.
The young woman whom the would-be
woman eating shark choose as his victim
is a living picture, it is her business to
stand in a gold frame on tho stage of n
theater with lovely electric lights all
around her, and to let people look at her.
When she is not professionally engaged
she goes in swimming. This time she
went in at Hell Gate, the waters whereof
she knows all about.
Geologists say that tho shark is an
old fashioned fish, quite out of style in
not using bones. His teeth are all tho
bones he has that are worth mentioning.
The shad, on the contrary, is anew fash
ioned fish. Nothing but the shark’s sizo
and ferocity has kept him alive through
the geological ages. In this respect he Is
like the king cran. This bit of scientific
information is simply thrown in to make
the present account even more instructive
than it would be otherwise. It is only as
a race that the shark is old-fashioned.
When this particulr specimen picked out
tho livitig picture he was just as much up
to date as any boneless human animal
that ever waited at a stage door.
After all he did not do much to the
young woman. Any one who was noton
the stage would hardly hate noticed it at
all. He only pushed her. But young per
sons wno sing or act or pose on tho stage
are sometimes sensitive about being
pushed. Once there was a prirna donna
in New York who left the stage for a
whole summer because tho tenor pushed
her. He seemed to lior just about the
same sort of monster that the shark
seemed to the living picture. For it is
said that the fish turned over on his side,
as sharks always do, and tried to eat the
living picture, quite oblivious of tho dele
terious chemical substances that enter
into the composition of almost all pic
tures.
It was then that the diver would have
cut the shark in two with his oar if it had
had a straight blade instead of a spoon at
the end of it. Not even in such supreme
moments as this does a self-respecting
diver so far forget his mauuers as to cut
his fish with a spoon. Then another man
shot the beast. Iho fish proved to be a
good many fret long. A certain clergy
man used to tell his congregation that
the whale that swallowed Jonah was
“three or perhaps four times as long as a
barn, somewhat depending on the sizo of
the barn.” Perhaps this shark was more
or less feet long, somewhat depending on
the length of the feet.
But the most remarkable part of the
affair is the confession of the press agent.
Ordinarily tho press agent is a person
who is content to do good works in
silence and to let them be his monument.
He does not seek personal glory. If his
employer becomes fatuous through the
world by his exertions, that is enough for
him. But this press agent realized too
much what a marvellous story he had
made; he suffered pride to lift him up,
and yesterday he declared that ho know
five weeks ago that the shark was going
to bite at this living picture. Ami the
funniest part of it all is that a living
picture should have a press agent, for it
was the living picture and not the shark
who employed the press agent. The
reader should understand clearly that
this is the funniest part ol the whole af
fair, lest, through inadvertence, lie should
allow himself to think any Inferior por
tion of it equally funny.
Seriously experts and general practi
tloners in fish who do not make any
specialty of suckers, declare that there
never was a shark that would eat a man
or a woman or a picture within fifty miles
of New York, to say nothing of the East
river. The best that can be said to all
who feel moved to bathe In the East river
is "Lot the good work goon.” Tho re
sulting benefit to the community will be
greater than the loss of al) the citizens
that will ever be eaten by sharks in all
the water around from New Rochelle to
Yonkers.
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2. Building—'Best plant In the south."—
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Term opens Sept. 29th. 181,4.
For further Information address,
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Former Principal Seminary for Young
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MARYLAND, Baltimore, I 405 Park Ave.
YHt RANDOLPH HARRISON
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References: Gen. Henry K. Jackson, Gen.
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OGLETHORPE SEMINARY.
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Exercises resinned Sept. 12. 1894.
Special arrangements made at. The Villa"
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