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WOMAN’S WORLD.
A Few Things of Interest to the Fair
Sex.
Origin of the King's Daughter! How
To Drape Curtains—Points About
Ghost Parties Homeless Women.
Facts From Old Family Records.
.Effect of the Presence of a Guest.
Life at Kissensren—Home for Friend
less Girls Other Points Worth
Noting.
The demand for aluminum cooking
Utensils, says the New York Tribune, has
finally been met, and several houses at
tfcrvjghst and at the far wesg are making
kettle?-Apd kitchen utensils of every kind
of aluminuiCv Asa conductor of heat,
this metal is equal' to copper. It resem
bles in weight thin china. It possesses
the remarkable advantage above all
metals of being practically non-corrosive.
Only a few of the most powerful acids,
which are never used in the domestic
kitchen, affect it. It seems to be an ideal
material in which to cook fruits, acid
vegetables for pickling, sharp sauces, and
all other dishes which have heretofore
required a porcelain-lined p o t.
The only consideration left is the dura
bility of the material, and time and use
onl.v'can solve tuis. These utensils are
somewhat liable to injury from denting,
but they are so light that they are not
apt to receive hard enough usage to pro
duce much iujury in this way. They are
practically unbreakable, and there is no
more need of scouring them than of
scouring a jiorcelaiu cup. No far alumi
num certainly seems to be the ideal metal
of the kitchen, bound to supersede in a
measure iron, tin, copper and porce
lain-lined utensils. The price of alumi
num is now something less than that of
copper, and it will doubtless be consider
ably reduced, so that in time it may even
compare in price with tinware.
Mrs. Alice N. Lincoln thus describes
her teelings while watching a cremation
“As we stood in silence, watching the
rosy glow which played over the white
surface of the retort, a feeling came to
us of awe. certainly, but also of peace and
rest. There was something so spiritual,
so elevating, in the absolute purity of the
intense heat that it seemed to all of us
who stood there far less appalling than
the blackness of an open grave.’’
Rome one has discovered the real reason
why Mme. Patti chose the neighborhood
of Craig-y-Nos for her residence The
natives there live to an extreme old age.
There is something in the atmosphere
which prolongs existence to the century
limit, and tho diva's opportunities for
farewell tours are likely to be greatly
Increased by living in this salubrious
region.
It is the instinct of a true woman, says
the New York tribune, to be, in all her
belongings, just what she wishes to seem
to others. Company manners, company
clothes and company housekeeping, when
put on for effect, are repugnant to her
ideas of self-respect. Although a good
housekeeper will, it is true, get out her
best china for an -occasion.” and a home
toilet is necessarily less costly and elabor
ate than a dinner gown, the same care
and thought and good taste should be
given to both, and the smiles and courtesy
invariably bestowed upon guests should
be equally obligatory to the family table.
\Vhy is it that the presence of a guest
makes such a wonderful change in tne
home circle! The father of the family
ceases to be grumpy and fault-finding
and becomes the courtous gentleman he
should always be; the children stop their
wrangling instinctively, and grow sud
denly quiet and well-behaved; while the
housemistress banishes her usual wor
ried, querulous expression and beams
■with smiles and good humor- and all for
u stranger!
It is much more comfortable, says the
New York Mail and Lx press, to consider
the mote iu your brother’s eye than the
beam iu your own.
I heard some patriotic American women
congratulating themselves that, with all
its fashionable follies and fads, “swell
life” in this country never did, and it was
not likely it ever could, approach that iu
Kngland.
And then one of them told that damag
ing little story about the young Countess
of Koslyn losing her diamond studdeu cig
arette case iu a fashionable restaurant,
the case having been presented lo her by
no less a personage than thU Princess of
Wales.
Naughty Countess of Koslyn, to smoke
her cigarettes in a public restaurant!
After all, Spartan virtue is the best sort
to hold fast by. The crime consists
not in the commission, but in the dis
covery. Now, if she had only smoked
at home! I wondered if either
of those two good American dames
had ever been to Saratoga during the
racing season. I doubt if their strong
convietionsof America’s virtuous suprem
acy could stand the shock likely to be
administered there. One does not like to
read about the universality of betting go
ing on there among women, not fast,
blase woman alone, hut all sorts and con
ditions, youug and old, gray-haired
women, to whom you would think etern
ity was appealing as an imminent call,
young girls flinging aside text-books for
betting-books. Kicli and poor, the mania
has seized upon them all, and a jiool room
is at their disposal, where they can empty
their purses and display their lack of
horse sense, with the recklessness char
acteristic of women, who having stepped
outside tne barri, rs that mark the line of
bafety, care little how far tdey wander
lrom the safety of beaten paths.
“Did you ever think,’’ asued of the
Chicago Tribune, a woman who istnaking
her own way, "how many homeless
women there are in Chicago? Women who
never know what it is to sit down and ex
pect a visit, or hang up a picture, or fix a
screen, or arrange a corner, the same as
other women whose lives are surrounded
by home? Women who have to turn out
so early and so hastily in the morning
that they have no time to arrange then
room before going to the shop! Who have
no oau to say as they leave for the day s
trials: ‘Good-by! Take care of yourself?’
Who go back to these same rooms at night
and find them dark, and often still as
they were left in the morning- Who,
when Sunday comes, have to utilize the
day for mending and stitching and fixing
up the rents and the pinned up places of
the week? Who have to work Sunday
nights ou the-only decent gown.’which
they laugh at whey it is fixed, for they
wonder when they can wear it and
where!
“Of course, there are many of the shop
women of the city who live at home, ami
their mothers aud sisters tend to the lit
tle wants. But the majority of them
have no homes except the little hall room
or the back room on the top floor. And
when they wash out a handkerchief in
their room the landlady glares at them if
she knows it, and she is apft, to, and they
dare not sjieak. As they are tired out
after their day's work they have no
time for company in the evening, and il
they had. they have no pla- e to receive
such company except in the parlor in the
boarding hoU'Wj, and any woman who has
ever tried tuat knows what it is.”
“Of course you have been asked to one
or two ol Mrs. A.’s ghost parties!” said,
according to the New York Tribune, a
clever woman of tho world to one of the
acknowledged social leaders at a well
known watering place.
“I have been asked there to dine once
or twice,” answered the great lady, “but
never beard of any spiritual manifes
tations at her house. What do you
mean?”
"But did you go thereat all?' - persisted
the other.
“No: it so happened I was engaged both
times she asked me,” returned Mrs.
rather surprised at the catechism.
“Well, no one else has been there either,
a'though she has asked every one of note
in the place. " exclaimed her interlocutor,
triumphantly, “and that is why I call
her functions "ghost parties,’ as they are
only the shadows of the substance, the
dinner itself being purely imaginary.
Why, that woman has gained the reputa
tion for entertaining, and has received no
end of dinner invitations on absolutely
nothing at all. 1 have suspected her tac
tics for some time, and now I am quite
sure that what I assert is quite true
that in nine cases out of ten her dinners
are purely imaginary. She has a clever
way of finding out who is engaged, to
whom, and then she asks people whom
she knows cannot come to her house—
and so scores to her social account, with
no other outlay than her crested paper
and dainty seal. And 1 fancy she is not
the only oue either who has discovered
this very economical way of returning or
compelling social obligations.”
THE SIGNS Or AGE
Think yeu ’tis years that mark us with old
age'-
Ah, no' my friend. It Is the pangs that
dart
From disappointed hopes, and wars that
wage
And cause the wounds that scar the broken
heart.
We chance with time, scarce feel life slowly
wane;
Youthful desire gradually subdues;
The ear attunes to far celestial strain
That woos us where eterpal youth renews.
Age may Impair the vigorous and strong;
May turn tho dark tresses silver white:
May numb the ear to sound, or sweetest
sung,
And cloud the vision in the darkest night.
But tf thy heart has known no care or woe;
Or discord ne er ihy human nerves un
strung;
or hast escaped griefs—few escape. I know—
Thou wilt then everlastingly he young!
For youth is full of hope, of love, of trust.
And sentiments of gentle touch that thrill.
Content with ■ pleasures simple; and thou
must
Be young, if these continue with thee still.
Though time, they say. has lightly scored on
me
Its signs of age-alas! full many a scar
Upon my heart is left with cruelty—
And I am old, with wounds from pangs and
war.
Josephine Hasam.
New Orleans. July. IMM.
Many interesting genealogical facts,
says the New 1 ork Tribune, have been
brought to light through the hunting up
of old family records invoved in proving
eligibility to the recently organized socie
ties of the Colonial Lames and Daughters
of the Revolution. An amusing story is told
of Mrs. A., who has suddenly and unex
pectedly discovered a most desirable an
cestor. and who is so proud of her new
acquisition that she has had his portrait
painted, his biography written and
printed, and has made his name a house
hold word in her family. On searching
her pedigree she found, to her great sur
prise, that her mother's people, quiet
country folk whom she had always con
sidered as humble connections of the
family, had really the best American an
cestry, and that it was the farmer s
daughter, a direct descendant of oue of
the old colonial governors, who had made
a misalliance when she accepted what the
world considered a great match, and mar
ried Mrs. A.'s millionaire father.
At the recent meeting of the National
Colonial Dames very curious relationships
were’discovered, and it was interesting
to see old ladies from the north and the
south, who had never met, and had
hitherto been unawaio of the other’s ex
istence, claim kinship through some com
mon ancestor, equally reverenced in both
families.
The question of how to drape cur
tains, says the New York Times, is an
important one. One artist said: “Every
thing should hang straight at tho sides,”
another favored festoons and ends, or, in
technical parlance, "swaysand tails,"and
a third favored "draped lambrequins.”
However the artistic eye may design a
particular drapery, there is one great,
important fact, too slightingly treated by
many housekeepers. That is, perfection
in hanging. A draper is just as exact in
measuring and placing tlie curtain as tho
j carpenter is in hanging his door. A little
! out of plumb means any amount of
trouble. An uneven folding means
crooked, unsightly hanging to the
drapery and sagging or "shew”
to the very best part of the room’s
decoration. For are not windows open
pictures! Are they not the eyes of a
room, and therefore in need of careful
treatment? The poorest stuff requires
quite as much, if not more, care in hang
ing than very rich, heavy goods. A pro
fessional curtain hanger confesses that
he dreads having to hang curtains once
placed by untrained hands. He knows
how he will find them, stretched, crooked
and out of shape.
Every measurement should be perfectly
true, and when once put in place no pains
should be spared to keep the folds hang
ing as they were meant to hang. A por
tiere which is swished back ami forth.
| jiushod here, pulled there, by children or
| elders either, soon becomes a blemish,
rather than a decoration in a room, un
less it has been firmly bung and is fre
, quently arranged.
“Two things I especially enjoy here at
Kissingen,” writes u woman from the
j German spa. "One is the baths, which
are delightful; the water is so impreg
nated with carbonic acid gas that it is
j like battling in champagne, and the ex
| liilaration afterward completes the asso
ciation of a possible result from a plunge
| into a tub of extra dry, the other is the
; little maid who cares for our rooms,
j Every right she comes in and opens the
j beds, spreads out the night clothes, ami
| then turns to each of us with a broken,
] musical, ‘sleep well, dream sweet.’ baclc
j ing out of the room as she does so ”
"The whole life here is delightful.” shq
(goes on. “Our rooms open on a balcony
over the ‘Garten,’ where at ti o'clock in
the morning the orchestra begins to play
a devotional hymn. Its strains float
through the open windows with a cadence
like the breath of a prayer. This begins
the day. 11l a few minutes the Garten is
transformed, filled with persons walking,
I sitting, drinking the waters, listening to
| the music which alternates lovely waltzes
! with tender airs from "Lohengrin ' or
j some other opera. The flower stands
] have sprung up since last night and are
I largely patronized all is gayety and
brightness and pleasant bustle, and not
yet ' o’clock 1”
A company of Benedictine nuns, says
j the New York Times, have opened at
I Bristow, Prince William County, Vir
i ginia, an institution where they propose
| to educate helpless and friendless girls
for housework and other domestic ser
j vice. The girls are to have a fairly good
j common education, and are then to ho
trained for whatever position they seem
most competent to till. It is a fact, un
derstood by most housekeepers of ex
perience, that the maids trained in the
convents and orphan asylums by the Sis
ters are, as a rule, well trained. They are
taught respectful obedience, and beyond
the one requirement of attention to their
religious duties, they are not encouraged
in any unreasonable complaints against
ttieir mistresses. The girls visit the con
vent constantly. and the Sisters usually
continue to exercise an excellent influence
over them so long as they remain in llieir
neighborhood.
THE MORNING NEWS: SEN DAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1894.
Prince Isenberg-Birstein. who. says the
Chicago Herald, according to cable dis
patches from London, will soon become
the son-in-law of George M. Pullman, in
spite of Mr. Pullman s denials, is well
known in Chicago. He came here early
in the exposition season, some time in
June, and remained about Chicago until
fall. During tne summer he made fre
quent fishing excursions to northern lakes
and toward tail did some shooting in
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a few weeks at t he Vendome Club, s>ixty
tirst street and Oglesby avenue, then
moved to the Lakota. on Michigan boule
vard, and finally had his oaggaze sent
farther down town, to the Lexington.
He always had a tine suite of rooms, but
kept a small number of servants for a
genuine prince.
Prince Isenberg-Birstein was one of the
last of the titled foreigners to leave
Chicago. Ho remained lorn,- after others
had departed. While here his attentions
to Miss Pullman were assiduous. After
leaving Chicago he lingered for some
weeks about New York, and the first re
port of his engagement to Miss Pullman
was telegraphed from that city. Mr.
Pullman denied it with a great deal of
earnestness, but before the prince sailed
away the report was circulated again.
Prince Isenberg-Birstein is not of dis
tinguished appearance. Ho is short,
rather fat, with the thick lips of the
Hapsburgs, and eyes that are not expres
sive. He wears dark brown whiskers,
cropped close to his jowls, but his chin is
clean shaven. The urince is considered
rather stupid by those who know him.
In conversation he is scarcely interesting.
He is 2$ years old.
It was generally remarked last summer
that Prince Isenberg-Birstein s expenses
to America were paid by a Vienna mar
riage broker. The prince, like his father.
Charles, has a very small income, and be
ing desirous of traveling in the style be
fitting liis station, as well as improving
liis chanees of rapturing an heiress, it is
ssid, he entered into a contract with a
marriage broker, who furnished tho
fuuds lor his trip with the understardiug
that he should receive a large increase on
the investment should the prince make a
profitable alliance. His protracted so
journ in this country was cited as con
firmation of the agreement, the explana
tion being frequently offered that the
Vienna marriage broker hud made such a
heavy investment in lus matrimonial pros
pects that they’ were unwilling to bring
him home until he had formed an alliance
with an American heiress.
During bis entire sojourn in Chicago
the prince was accompanied by a sharp
featured young man with piercing eyes,
who appeared to discharge the duties of
private secretary, but who in fact occu
pied a far more responsible position in the
retinue. He was the prince's paymaster,
and represented the money brokers, who
were paying all the bills. This young
man kept the prince in funds, and with
out his Consent the nobleman could
neither ride in a hack nor invite a
party of friends to dinner. His
American trip is said to have cost his
brokers about tKOO.UOO. The prince gave
a number of elaborate dinners during the
exposition, and it was remarked at the
time that he wasted few favors on dis
tinguished Europeans then in Chicago.
His guests were generally millionaires
with marriageable daughters, who were
supposed to he partial to sons-in-law with
titles. On allioccasions, however, his pay
master conducted himself with the hu
mility becoming a faithful private secre
tary, and tew persons who met the young
man imagined that he was in reality the
banker of a prince.
It is commonly supposed that Prince
Isenberg-Birstein is a member of the
royal family, but that is a mistake. He
can claim no closer relationship with
Emperor Franz Josef than that of second
cousin, which does not count for much
with a ruler who is surrounded by a host
of pauper relatives, all bearing preten
tious titles. Isenberg-Birstein’s relation
ship to the emperor comes through his
mother, tho Duchess of Tuscana, herself
a cousin of Franz Josef. The relationship
was brought a tritie closer by the mar
riage of her nephew, Archduke Salvator,
to the emperor’s daughter, but the best
Prince Isenberg-Birstein can claim is
second cousin to Emperor Franz Josef.
1 am so often asked to tell the first
thought I had of the sisterhood that re
sulted in the Order of the King’s Daugh
ters, writes Mrs. Bottome, the president
of tho order, in the September Ladies’
Home Journal. I was crossing the Atlan
tic ocean. I had met on deck some young
fellows that had been trampiug through
Switzerland, and learned they wero from
some theological seminary. One morning
1 was startled at hearing of tho death of
one of these young men. lie had been ill
only a few days, and I learned that
through his sickness, while delirious,
he had constantly called for bis
mother. As I paced the deck in the
days that followed, and looked up at tho
boat that swung day after day with his
body in it, if I had only been in a sister
hood w-earing a badge that would have
denoted service to humanity, they might
have asked me if I would not like to sea
the young man who called for his mother,
for 1 learned that no woman had seen the
youth during his illness, and I pictured
to m.vself how glad the mother would
have been if I could have written to her
and told her I had seen her boy. At that
hour I wished fora sisterhood thatshould
not be known by any distinct dress but by
some kind of a badge. I did not speak of
this thought to any one.
A few months passed and Dr. Edward
Everett Hale called to see me on business.
As he was passing out he sanl, "Mrs. Bot
tome, 1 wondc r you do not found a sister
hood.” And the word sisterhood took
my thoughts back to tho steamer. Not
many days after 1 invited four friends of
mire who had boon associated with me
and they came to my home, and we de
cided each to invite some friend, a con
secrated woman, and to meet the week
following, and there would then be ten of
us, and I felt sure Dr. Hale would lend us
his idea of "ten times one is ten.” When
later 1 wrote to him about it he answered,
"You are welcome, Mrs. Bottome, to any
idea of mine that you can use.”
The lovely woman, Mrs. Theodore Irv
ing, who suggested the name for the new
sisterhood of service, "The King’s
Daughters,” has passed into the beauti
ful beyond.
I was made president of that first ten,
not because 1 was better fitted to lie
president than some of the others present,
but simply because the forming of such a
ten was m.v suggestion, and later, as you
know, the word "tens" was dropped and
the word "circles’’ substituted. Iu all tho
circles there is a president, a secretary
and a treasurer.
The yolks of two fresh eggs, two table
spoonfuls of tincture of benzoin and rose
water to perfume. Beat well together.
Keep tightly corked. Paint the insiuesof
old kid gloves with the mixture every
night. This will make the hands remark
ably smooth and white.
BITTEN BY A_ COBRA.
One Who Thinks He Knows Tells How
the Hapless Victim Feels.
From the Detroit Free Press.
“I wonder what sort of a sensation it is
to he bitten by a cobra and know that one
must die in a half hour or so," drawled
Capt. Gordon as lie puffed lazily at his
cheroot on the veranda of the One Hun
dred and Ninth Hussars' mess at F.vabad.
It was after tne mess dinner, nail the
regimental band had bagged their instru
ments and gone silently away into the hot.
stilling night. Half a dozen officers were
reclining in "long-sleeved chairs." their
feet u|m>h the arms aud "pegs,'’ with
plenty of ice, standing in long glasses like
grim sentries, to keep the demon thirst
awa\.
"Well, I know exactly how it feels,"
chipped iu Biugs -Bings, -the stoic," as
he wa* called—with an earnestness that
fairly took away Goruon’s breath.
“Yes," added the new speaker, “I have
•been there.’ as they say. but language
cannot convey the full horror of the feel
ing. It was years ago. when 1 first came
out to join, and we were stationed at Bur
mah. 1 was on special duty out in the
jungle, and where we were located was
the snakes’ paradise. Hardly a day passed
that we did not kill one or more either in
or about the bungalow It was a contin
ual cry of‘Samp hai. sahib!' 1a snake,
siri. with a regular clearing out of all the
servants.
“It really seemed that all the poisonous
snaaes in India had agents doing ousiness
in that part. Immense boas, sleepy,
devilish karaites, vicious asps and ad
ders. and now and then a cobra, chock
full of nght. No man thought of putting
on his boots without giving them a good
shake lirst. and even clothes were in
spected at arms' length.
"One hot. sweltering night I was lying
in a state half sleep and half heat stupor
when I suddenly became aware that a
dark, p.at obect.’in which gleamed two
spots of malignant light, was moving up
along my right leg—just between it and
the moujerie (mosquito curtain). I could
just see It over my limb, and the blood in
m.v veins simply froze with horror as 1 re
alized that it must be either a cobra or a
karaite. The body of the serpent was
evidently in the bed and the head elevated
just enough to watch my face. A queer
constrictive sort of feeling shot up and
down my scalp, and the hair stood out
straight, I am sure.
"There are no words in which I can
convey the slightest idea of the full meas
ure of ioathsome horror which took pos
session of me and turned me sick with
the intensity of its dreadfuiness when I
recognized tnut I was shut up in that cur
taiu with and completely at the mercy of
one of those death-dealing liends. I
dared not move a muscle—to call out
meant death, for were he roused, either
by fear or anger, lie would deal out death
to the nearest living object with the
rapidity of lightning. Aiy hand was ly
ing down beside my thigh, and already I
could feel his cold, slimy body moving
over it. If my blood was frozen before,
this chilled the very marrow in my bones.
I could see very little b.y the light of the
flickering lamp which hung in the ver
anda opposite my room door, beyond that
flat, swaying bead, set like a fiend’s toy
with those devil gleaming eyes.
"I felt that I could not stand it much
longer. I should become a raving ma
niac it something did not happen soon. I
almost w ished that he would strike and
end the dreadful suspense. I knew that
he would not voluntarily leave the bed
all night, and would most probably coil
himself up on m.v cnest and remain there.
One year, two years, ten years, I lay
thus, with the brute drawing his interm
inable length over my hand—yes, ten
years! for next day I was ten years older,
and my hair, which was black when I
went to bed. was as gray as it is now.
“Then 1 must have moved my hand, for
the tiend struck—without warning, and
with such devilish rapidity that I saw
nothing, only felt the sharp, lance-like
thrust in my thigh. With a rush my
blood, which liad been standing still in
my veins, I think, went tearing through
my body again, and before my horrified
cry had ceased to ring through the bung
alow, 1 was standing on the floor clear of
the wrecked moujerie. As 1 sprang
lrorn the bed when he struck, I felt his
body go hurtling over my head up against
the pillow-, as 1 threw up the arm lie had
been lying on.
“Brown—'Bangle Brown’ as he was
called then, because he used to wear a
silver bangle on his left wrist that some
girl had given him—was calling from the
next room. 'Who is there* who is there!’
and the whole bungalow was soon in a
turmoil. Cold drops of perspiration ro led
down my forehead, and my face was like
the face of a dead man, Brown said, when
I went into liis room, where he had a
light.
" -Have you seen a ghost!’ he asked.
“‘Worse than that,' I replied, ‘I have
been bitten by a cobra.’
“‘Nonsense, man,’ he ejaculated, ‘you
have been dreaming,’ but his face was
ashy- pale now, too.
“'Here are the marks of his fangs,’ I
said, as I bared my thigh ; and there, sure
enough, were two tiny- punctures and a
drop of blood oozing from one.
“There could be no doubt about it now—
his light had swept away the last vestige
of hope. All that remained to do was to
make a futile effort to stay the deadly
poison. Already 1 could feel a peculiar
twitching sensation where the lines run
from the nose down past the corners of
the mouth, and there was a dull, tugging
sort of pain in tny heart; a feeling as
though the blood were being forced
through it at an increased pressure. My
head was dizzy and my eyes hot and
blurred. It was with the greatest ditti
cul.v that I could keep my mind from
wandering. I could hardly articulate a
word, and when 1 did manago to speak,
I would say what 1 did not mean—using
the wrong word. It was evident that the
poison was beginning to paralyze my
brain; and already I felt an almost un
conquerable desire to lie down and sleep.
“By this time Brown and the others
were thoroughly awake to the serious
ness of the ease and had started in to do
all in their power to save me. Brown
was a sort of amateur surgeon aridalwa.vs
carried a small apothecary establishment
with him. I saw him whip out a lancet
and look at xne in a questioning way. I
nodded, and in an instant he had the
piece surrounding the bite out and his
lips applied to the gaping wound.
“Here, gentlemen, is the scar,’’ and
Bitigs displayed an ugly looking cicatrice
that bore unmistakable testimony to the
heroic course of treatment Brown had
adopted.
“Young Balston brought me a peg. in
desperation, that would have made one of
those Bengalie Baboos, who punish a bot
tle of bazaar brandy at a single sitting,
yell with anguish He admitted to me
afterward that Baloo, the bearer, had
told him to give me a strong dose of rod
j-epper and whisky, for it had cured a
brother of his once. He had tasted it
himself, and it was simply liquid fire di
luted with whisky, but to me it was only
as water.
"Giving me a dose of permanganate of
potassium. Brown placed me in the hands
of two Sepoy- orderlies, with strict orders
to keep me going, swearing that he would
shoot the first man that let me stop—lot
to rest for an instant meant certain
death.
" -Now, lads, let’s kill tho devil.' he
said, when he had done all he could to
save me;’we shall lind him coiled up in
the bed waiting for another victim.’
“Grabbing the lamp and a stout stick I
rushed into my room, followed rather cau
tiously b.v the others 1 flashed the light
on the bod, holding the stick poised aloft
for a quick, strong blow, but there was
no object there to vent my fury upon
Then I remembered that 1 had thrown
him up over my head when l jumped from
the bed. Telling Brown to throw the
pillow over with a quirk movement, I
hold the lamp in my left hand and stood
ready to give his lobraship his quietus
with a powerful blow.
"(Juick as a Hash the pillow was jerked
to the other cud of the bed, and there
was a rush of a dark brown body-, with
the devilish eyes gleaming like two bale,
ful sparks. The stick dropped from m.v
nerveless grasp, and I tumbled to the
floor in a heap It was only a rat!
"The perspiration broke out all over m.v
| body, and 1 was as limp us a rag. The
i nerves strug up to the tension that they
I hud be u, suddenly gave wav, and I could
onl\ sob out nyst. ideally: ‘‘Let him go -
don’t kill him. please!’
"I could hear Brown's deep-drawn
| ‘thank *>ort " and In the general sense of
relief the rat was allowed to escape.
"That 1* how It feels to be bitten by a
cobra," concluded Bings, “as near as 1
I can describe it.”
TRUE SrORY OF
DAMON AND PYTHIAS.
As Related by That Veracious His
torian and Past Grand Lecturer,
Bill Nye
Front the Washington Post.
CHAPTER I.
The romantic story of Damon and
Pythias, which has been celebrated in
verse and song for over 2,000 years, is
supposed to have originated during the
reign of Dionysius I, or Dionysius the
Elder, as he was also called, who reigned
about 360 years B. C. He must have been
called “The Elder” more for a joke
than anything else, as he was by inclina
tion a Unitarian, although he was never
a member of any church whatever, and
was in fact the wickedest man in Syra
cuse.
Dionysius arose to the throne from the
ranks, and used to call a self
made man. He was tyrannical, severe
and selfish, as all self-made men are.
Self-made men are very prone to usurp
the prerogative of the Almighty and
overwork themselves. They are not sat
isfied with the division superintendent of
creation, but they want to be most
worthy high grand muck-a-muck of
the entire ranch, or their lives are gloomy
fizzles.
Dionysius was indeed so odious and so
overbearing toward his subjects that he
lived in constant fear of assassination at
their hands.
This fear robbed him of his rest and
rendered life a dreary waste to the tyran
nical king. He lived in constant dread
that each previous moment would be fol
lowed by tho succeeding one. He would
eat a hearty supper and retire to rest, but
the night would be cursed with borria
dreams of the Scythians and White River
Utes peeling off his epidermis and throw
ing him into a boiling cauldron with red
pepper and other counter-irritants, while
they danced the Highland fling around
this royal barbecue.
Even his own wife and children were
forbidden to enter his presence for fear
thet they would put "barn arsenic” in
the blanc mange, or “Cosgrove arsenic”
in the pancakes, or Paris green in the pie.
During his reign he had constructed an
immense subterranean cavernous ar
rangement called the Ear of D.vonysius,
because it resembled in shape and gen
eral telephonic power the human ear. It
was the largest ear on record. One day
a workman expressed the desire to erect
a similar ear of tin or galvanised iron on
old Di. himself, borne one blowed on
him, and the next morning his head was
thumping about in the waste basket in
the general office. When one of the king’s
subjects, who thought he was solid with
the administration, would say; "Beyond
the possibility of a doubt, your most
serene highness is a kind and loving guar
dian of his people, and the idol of his
subjects,” liis royal highness would say,
“What ye givin’ us! Do you wish to play
the most sublime overseer of the uni
verse and general ticket agent plenipo
tentiary to a Chinaman! Ha! You can
not fill up the King of Syracuse with
taffy.”
Then he would order the chief execu
tioner to run the man through the royal
sausage grinder, and throw him into the
Mediterranean. In this way the sau
sage grinder was kept running night and
day, and the chief engineer, who ran the
machine, made double time every month.
CHAPTER 11.
I will now bring in Damon and Pythias.
Damon and Pythias were named after a
popular secret organization because they
were so solid on each other. They
thought more of one another than any
body. They borrowed chewing tobacco
and were always sociable and pleasant.
They slept together, and unitedly
“stood off” the landlady from month to
month in the most harmonious manner.
If Pythias snored in the night like the
blast of a fog horn. Damon would not get
mad and kick him in the stomach as
some would. He gently but firmly took
him by the nose and lifted him up and
down to the merry rythm of “The
Babies in Our Block.”
They loved one another in season and
out of season. Their affection was like
the soft bloom of the rose of a Wyoming
! legislator. It never grew pale or wilted.
[lt was always there. If Damon were at
! the hat, Pythias was on deck. If Damon
went to a church fair and invited starva
j tion. Pythias would go, too, and vote on
I the handsomest baby till the First Na-
I tional Bank of Syracuse would refuse to
I honor his checks.
But one day Damon got too much budge
l and told the, venerable and colossal old
' royal bummer of Syracuse what he
thought of him. Then Dionysius told the
chief engineer of the sausage grinder to
turn on steam and prepare for business.
But Damon thought of Pytliias and how
Pythias hadn't so much to live for as
had. and he made a compromise by offer
ing to put Pythias in soak while the only
genuine Damon went to see his girl, who
lived at Albany. Three days were srivqn
him to get around and redeem Pythias.
| and if he failed, his friend would go to
protest.
CHAPTER 111.
We will now suppose three days to have
elapsed since the preceding chapter. A
large party of enthusiastic citizens of
Syracuse arc gathered around the grand
stand, and Pythias is on the platform
i cheerfully taking off his coat. .Near by
]is a man with a broadax. The Syracuse
silver cornet band has just played “It’s
funny when you feel that way,” and the
I chaplain has made a long prayer, Pythias
' sliding a trade dollar into his hand and
whispering to him to give him hismoney's
worth. The Declaration of Independence
has been read, and the man on the left is
; running his thumb playfully over the edge
of his meat ax. Pythias takes off his col
j lar and tie, swearing softly to himself at
i his miserable luck.
CHAPTER IV.
It is now the proper time to throw in
the solitary horseman. The horizontal
i bars of golden light from the setting sun
gleam and glitter from the dome of the
; court house and bathe the green plains of
j Syracuse with mellow splendor. The bil-
I lowy piles of fleecy bronze in the eastern
i sky look soft and yielding, like a Sarah
j Bernhardt. The lowing herd winds slowly
o'er the lea, and all nature seems op
| pressed with the solemn hush and still -
• ness of the surrounding and engulfing
i horror.
I The solitary horseman is seen coming
, nlong the Albany and Syracuse toll road,
i He jabs the Mexican spurs into the foamy
I flanks of his noble cayuso plug, and the
I lash of the quirt as it moves through the
air is singing a merry song. Damon has
been delayed by road agents and wash
j outs, and ho is a little behind time. 80.
I sides, he fooled a little too long and dallied
in Albany With his fair gazelle But he
is making up time now, and he sails in the
jail yard pist in lime to take his part.
He and Pythias fall into each other's
arms, borrow a chew of fine from each
other, and weep to slow music. Dionysius
comes before the curtain, bows, and says
the exercises will be postponed. He orders
the band to play something soothing, gives
Damon the appointment of superintendent
of public instruction and Pythias the
Syracuse posloifice, and everything is
lovely. Or. hestra plays something touch
ful. Curtain comes down. Keno. In hoc
usufruct Nux Vomica est.
The Hoy s Mother—Why do you get your
hamls si dirty
The run— < a >se then I don't have to take
care and not play In the dirt.—Detroit Free
Press.
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