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ROMAN'S WORLD.
~ rooming trusting account of a
- v dating with a city friend
in the New York Press:
'■ _ -.undid'.” she exclaimel, her
,V and her eyes bright with ex
e. . n courses —not counting the
k ’, ,|| begin with—and 1 never
c> '[ " r , roke with fork or knife, and
c 1 -, 0 , and of brand new implements,
,l, r 7 , mi,- near making a terrible mis
, . ’i' with the oyster cocktail. You
f 7 ,77bua -- room was rather dark, be
*\ I only with pink shaded candles
" m the cocktail looked just
<h( I couldn't imagine, of
' ' wll ll ~ sherbet was doing there at
. hut h was not mine to reason
‘ i plunged boldly in, resolved
*'"V,'„r die with the first weapon that
~l .it ail fitted to meet the sherbet
' and r came dreadfully near to
' | V .,i, mortification. For a fraction
j ~ ] hesitated between a long,
el,rn hlr.dUd spoon and a short, fat, gold
~ one, and then-with what I consld
,l marvelous forethought, I decided the
, slim handldel one could better be
I j or future contingencies and se
’ ~ the short, fat one. I was just tot
" ,i, e lu-ink of that cocktail with it
, my Ungers when I looked up and beheld
,1, h.ous.' eating hers with an oyster
• k ily arm actually was palsied, I was
mi' stunned, and I had great difficulty in
7 ikai ' anything like my usual dextrous
„mg change.’ I didn’t fully recover
'' t i,,” s] l( ..-k until well Into the soup.
! . ,'ul t',,. h, st part of the luncheon, after
l H is that there was another country re
- .'Side myself. She sat right
1 oor thing, and I just gloated
ov'r in- misery. If anything, she was
freshman than I, because she
si ciliated from the wailing
.v 1 .ai-i'thers-do-stage and with each
i tel before her I could see
, te'rrii.e mental struggle that was go
lre on and knew just how her mind was
Mns torn with doubts between the long
thed fork for the entree and the short,
thin ore for the salad. Oh, it was pitiful
the wav her poor little country relation
first I- m-mbled over the knives and forks
and spoons. 1 knew she felt just the way
von do when you watch the dentist hunt
ing around among his tools for some new
instrument to torture you with. Really I
sympathized with her from the bottom of
my heart, but I could not resist the temp
i itiuii to lead her astray once or twice,
and. honestly, it was the best kind of a
i, i -on. for it will teach her the folly of the
waiting-io-see-what-others-do habit. That
and such a weak, vascillating policy, you
Know, that really by the time the salad is
reached you haven't a mind of your own
j„f, an ,), be-ldes. il demands such an un
relenting surveillance over the other
■ il. si? lhat your tongue, which should be
your most powerful ally in concealing your
ignorance, is effectually bridled and the
mark of the country relation is branded
upon you as certainly as though you had
looked at some dish the butler was serving
n and had refused to take any—and that re
minds me of how I once for
got the exception to the rule
ar/1 did something atrociously worse.
"It was some time ago, when it was the
custom to pass great heaping baskets of
fruit. It was altogether a decorative
course, and guests wore expected to take
a grape or two or a fresh fig with which
ti e basket was ornamented, and leave the
foundation of larger fruit undisturbed.
.As I saw the basket making the circuit
of the table I was so,overcome with fear
that an orange would be thrust upon me
and that I would not know the latest
method of dissecting it, that when the
butler finally reached me and I saw a big
yellow banana exposed I grabbed for it
ravenously, as though I had not tasted
food in weeks. I happened to be almost
tiie last one. nnd as I glanced up I saw in
an instant what I had done. There were
till the other guests daintily nibbling at a
tiny grape or a fig and there was that
ghastly, hideous, aw'ful banana in front
of me,
"1 was younger then, and I presume my
imagination was more highly keyed up; at
"i.v rate, that banana held me in a hor
rni.e spell—fascinated me. I couldn’t get
my mind away from it. And as I sat
th'p. with my eyes glued upon it, it
i- ■ med (o change into a horrible, mon
grinning thing that leCTed at me
bed taunted me with my poor country bred
manners.
Of course it was a trivial, insignificant
ti ng, and I doubt whether any of the
t .i?;s noticed it at all, but I had been
anticipating nnd dreading tiiat luncheon
o" long, and my nerves were so over
wrought that when the affair was all over
' 1"' haft ffil thing had been removed. I
actually was on the verge of nervous pros
ration, and I registered a vow that never
" n k as I ilvod would Ibe enticed away
II, on my °wn humble table again.
1 h. of course, you who live upon such
*' 1,1 ' 1 " '" i y day of your/lives,” the young
onian wont on. noticing for the lirst time
! "’ok ot polite amazement on her visit
-1 / "f* ’ ann °t appreciate the state 1 of
" O’ o! a coyntry bred woman in moderate
,•, anis’.uicfs when she receives an invi
,l) :l large dinner party from one
1 er city friends, hut it is the event of
, - 10 her—the thing most to be look
-1 ""wurd to and dreaded. She is not an
] H n ? r aM Fl-bred woman and she
p of Pretty things of her own at
u'i V *he rural environments in
|., , , ' ' le ives 't is impossible for her to
ri '.lyp °" all the newest dishes and the
~° r string them ai a fashionable
~ 1 a ll1 ?'I*, 1 *, and when she goes to one
... " ‘ |!L n ?? itR 1,0 conspicuous blunder she
, , M| h> elated—Just as J am. I must
i IV'. 1 hough, that the times when I
t,, ' 1 iaoud of myself have more than
, . , s,t hy the thought of the glaring
'".'••hv'have’^dm 6 °' her mCmberS ° f my
t "i H httli i forget the encounter—or
i,i' " s °, f encounters—my husband had
■ >nleken patties, lie was then
1 i '"l,tug-to-ee-what-otiters-do stall,
; *' r ,s ! engagement with the patties
1, 1 In e home of a woman who had to
, , '":">!>• careful in her diet, and, of
~i,uy crust was one of the things
.'■•m' 'i" • • not eat ’ husband—more
~‘ l ' u lhan anything else in this
~i , '"ced at ids hostess and discover
,. ' ' gingerly eating the inside of her
. and leaving the crust untouched.
, a ■' e he had to do likewise, and when
v, ;,: vanl “ removed the plates there
il,' "ails of his evacuated patty still
„ ■' landing Just as he had found them.
' mi -c knows, putties are not undeurJ
akuiKH on our own table, and I was
<>. ,i t his stupidity, and told him so
,” | the dinner.
i, > 'J as Patient enough and promised
i.! orget llext lime, and as it itap
| here were chicken patties again at
. , ' xt dinner we were invited to, only
, c were served In paper cases. 1 saw
t, i , • I ' < V >f lntr lllßc n ce light up my hus
' ' ra<,e when they were brought on,
, , h cs-emiy, when 1 hapt>ened to glance
inm 'hi <, ' ~a in I there he was, contentedly
i t ini’* HWay at the pasteboard box,
n 1 a *°at, and drilling into the
his fork for another ntouth
tiot , r -. ? ven *hat humiliating experience is
jjj. 10 compared to the awful one that
i.otaer had. She was the guest of a
woman who prided herself on the superb
dinners she gave and the perfect appoint
ment of her table. It happened that my
mother was the guest of honor, and so,
of course, everything was served to her
first. Suddenly, and without the slightest
warning, just as she was in the midst of
an animated conversation, the liveried
servant thrust something under her nose
which she said afterward looked more like
a lot of dried apples on a stick than any
thing else she could think of, and she
hadn’t the remotest idea what to do with
them—but there was no time for thought
ful deliberation, and, acting on the general
wise theory that it is better to take too
little of a thing than too much, she care
fully, and with no end of trouble, plucked
off one and placed it on her plate. Then
with unspeakable horror she watched the
other guests camly take the whole as
sortment—slick and all. Her bunch of
dried apples was chicken livers en bro
chette.”
A funny royal marriage, says the Boston
Herald, is soon to take place between Prin
cess Mary of Hanover and the reigning
Duke of Saxe-Altenberg, and the foreign
gossips are making themselves merry
thereat, because the Duke is twice a wid
ower and 73, while the Princess is a sweet
spinster of 49, with snow-white hair. It
is, however, a much belter match than
half of the alliances which furnish so
much scandal for royal courts and pal
aces. It is understood that Princess Mary
has long loved her future, but he was forc
ed to wed elsewhere for state reasons,
and now, after iong waiting, she is to be
rewarded with his hand and a heart as
fresh as his 73 years admit. But the Duke
is a handsome, vigorous man, and the
marriage is looked on by his subjects with
satisfaction and hope. They hate the
Duke's only brothel- and heir presumptive
a blase creature, who stays in bed .weeks
at a time, joterely because, as he declares,
“there is nothing worth getting up for.”
The Kaiser is much disgusted at the idea
of one of his great enemies wedding so near
his sacred throne, for the court at Berlin
cannot ignore the Saxe-Altenbergs, and it
will be a thorn to have a Princess of Han
over and the sister of the Duke of Cum
berland directly under the imperial nose
on grand state occasions, when the old
Duke must be seen as one of the reign
ing Princes of Germany.
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.—
The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere;
Like troubled spirits here and there.
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
And as the shadows round me creep,
A childish treble breaks the gloom,
And softly from a further room
Comes, “Now I lay me down to sleep.”
And somehow, with that little prayer
And that sweet treble in my ear,
My thought goes back to distant years.
And lingers with a dear one there.
And as I hear the child's “Amen,”
My mother’s faith comes back to me.
Couched at her side I seem to be,
And mother holds my hand again.
Oh! for an hour in that dear place!
Oh, for the peace of that dear time!
Oh, for that childish trust sublime!
Oh, for a glimpse of mother’s face!
Yet, as the shadows round me creep,
I do not seem to be alone—
Sweet magic of that treble tone,
And “Now I lay me down to sleep.”
—Eugene Field.
“Some Small, Sweet Way.”—
There’s never a rose in all the world
But makes some green spray sweeter;
There’s never a wind in all the sky
But makes some bird wing fleeter;
There's never a star, but brings to heaven
Some silver radiance tender;
And never a rosy cloud but helps
To crown the sunset splendor;
No robin but may thrill some heart,
His dawnlike gladness voicing,
God gives us all some small, sweet way
To set the world rejoicing.
—Anonymous.
It is said that the oldest man now living
is a Viennese. Although, says the New
York Tribune, he asserts that he is 113
years old, he Is entirely strong and
healthy, and entertains his friends with
old-time hospitality. His recollection of
important events are clear and most in
teresting. He can remember the period
of the French revolution, though he was
but a little child. He was a man of mid
dle age when Queen Victoria was crown
ed. He says the secret of his preser
vation of vitality and interest in life is
that he never worried, and never grieved
over the inevitable, and always enjoyed
sound sleep.
Another extremely aged person Is a
woman, a resident of Monterey, Cal., who
says she was born in Scotland on Nov. 29,
1789. Many people think she is even older
than this would make her. She is Mrs.
Maria Foster, and as the wife of a sea
captain she has visited nearly every part
of the known world. She went to Cali
fornia in 1846, and has lived there ever
since. She tells a story of a remarkable
rain that deluged the county about 1852,
when for forty days one continuous storm
raged. Her husband died in 1870, and she
soon became an inmate of the poorhouse.
In her girlhood she was a maid to titled
women, of whose behavior, as a class, she
has always expressed great contempt.
The discussion started at the close of a
woman’s club meeting. Why the women
who stopped to talk with one another in
the ante-room should have plunged, unan
imously, into conversation about fatigue
and methods of resting, only one who had
heard the papers of the afternoon would
thoroughly understand. The first proposi
tion, says tho New York Sun, was that
The women of to-day get more tired than
their grandmothers did. One old lady filed
a demurrer in favor of the pioneer women,
b&t a.slim young woman with a French
gown, and a lorgnon smiled in a superior
way.
they did manual labor, cooked and
scrubbed and served, and all that; but that
Isn't what makes a woman most. It is the
nervous strain that is killing us. There
was no such drain upon the domestic wo
man of pioneer days.’
“Well, midnight raids and scalping bees
run by (the Indians, and wildcats in the
woodsheds, and rattlesnakes on the door
steps mttst have been a trifle trying to the
nerves,” suggested the old lady satirically.
The owner of the iorgnon waved It airily.
“Oh, physical dangers Isn’t hard to face,”
she said with an air of being quite ready
to deal with savages and wildcats, “but
the unending demands upon our time and
strength, the ceaseless struggle to rise to
intellectual and spiritual hights, and, at
the same time, solve the problems of daily
life-”
“They didn’t have to stand club papers,
if that’s what you mean,” said the old lady
recklessly, and every one looked cautious
ly around the room in shocked silence.
Then they hastily dropped the pioneer
mothers who had called forth such heresy
and compared notes as to ways of resting.
One transcendental soul declared that she
has mastered the problems of the philoso
phy of rest, and that no matter how tired
she might be she cott!d he completely re
freshed by half an hour of quiet solitude.
“You must relax. Body, mind and soul
must be relieved of tension. Lie down,
relax every muscle, put every thought out
of your mind. You can learn to do it by
practice, and five minutes of such rest is
worlh two hours of the usual unscientific
thing.”
The women had o 1! heard the recipe be
fore. Most had tried it wuh indifferent
success.
THE MOIIMNG NEWS: SUNDAY, JANUARY 2!>,1599.
‘T've worked harder frying to ‘refax’
than I ever did at any thing else.” said
the aggressive old lady. 'My mind won't
Ite made a blank, and 1 think the ablli *
to rest in one way or another is all a mat
ter of temperament. Philosophy and sci
ence are all very well, but I must say, as
I've always said, that nolhing rests me so
much as to put my feet on the table or
window sill. It isn't elegant, hiit it suits
my case. I befteve one of the reasons
men are more placid titan women is that
they sit with their heels higher than their
heads so much.”
This open confession set the hall roll
ing, and all the women talked at once,
each telling what she liked to do when she
was dead tired. The woman who relaxed
had awed them, but they felt that they
could live up to the sturdy old lady who
put her feet on the table. One woman al
ways lay flat of her ixtek on the floor,
with her arms outstretched, when she
needed real rest. Another lay on her back
on the bed. with her knees drawn up al
most to her chin, and pillows under them
to hold them in that position. A third took
this same position, only reversed, with
the face downward. One always went to
the bathroom and turned a stream of cold
water on the back of her neck for five
minutes, then swallowed a tabrespoonfu!
of brandy and lay down for ten minutes.
The woman with the lorgon contended
that there was nothing so refreshing as a
hot bath, with aromatic extract of pine
needles in the water, and the old lady who
believed in the pioneer women, and rested
hy putting her feet on the table, sniffed
scornfully and audibly at this sybarite
prescription.
A little woman who had spent six months
in a Tyrolean sanitarium said that she
learned while there to rest by rubbing the
whole length of her spinal column with a
sponge dipped in ice water, and then tak
ing a small dose of whisky or other stim
ulant to avoid chill. She and the woman
who put ice water on the back of her
neck immediately held hands and com
pared results. Several of the witnesses
testified that nothing would rest them so
thoroughly as to have their wrists strok
ed down toward the inside of the palm,
and the number of women who confessed
that having their hair brushed was their
idea of bliss was legion. Then a glass
of hot milk was said to have wonderful
restorative power, and a raw egg beaten
up with sherry was warranted to brace
any one.
Just as the meeting was about to ad
journ, a practical and successful woman
physician joined the group, and someone
asked her how she rested.
“Well, usually I don’t rest, except on
Sunday. I'm like the man who said he
could rest best in church, because there
all he had to do was to cross his knees
and put his head back and think about
nothing.”
“But seriously, doctor, what do you do
when you are tired and can take the time
to rest?”
“That depends,” said the physician. “If
I’m tired because I've had a severe ner
vous strain, watching a had case, per
forming an operation, or something like
that, I go out and take a brisk walk in
the open air. If lam physically tired,
because I’ve been walking or using my
muscles in some way, I take a cold bath,
and then I sit down and read a novel and
eat apples. If I’m tired because I’ve lost
sleep, I lock myself in my room and
sleep. I don’t believe in bracers. Fresh
air and cold water and sleep are nature’s
prescription for that tired feeling; and
they are the only effectual cures I know.’”
“All the same,” said the old ladiy, “it’s
very comforting to put one's feet on the
table.”
Garments hanging in a wardrobe or
folded away in a drawer, says Harper’s
Bazar, should be frequently taken out,
shaken and aired, while those which are
in actual use ought at night, or whenever
the wearer changes them, to be carefully
disposed, so that they may not be tumbled
and creased. The adoption of this simple
precaution will prevent the rapid wear
and tear which makes clothing looks like
old, while it is still in reality new. The
neglected frock or coat shut up in a closet
and forgotten for weeks may easily be a
prey to the moth, and the gown which
never sees the sunshine emerges from the
seclusion subtly the worst for wear,
though It has not been worn.
Woe to the reckless person who never
brushes his clothing when he takes it off
at night and who tosses it hither and yon
or throws it down in a heap In his hurry
to be rid of it. He will go about with an
air of having slept in his clothes and will
appear at a manifest disadvantage when
compared with the neat and tidy individ
ual to whom clothes are a possession to
be cared for and an acknowledged re
sponsibility. Not, of course, a responsi
bility of the highest order, but still one
to be considered and taken into account.
There is an art of the housewife which
“gars auld claithes luke amaist as gude
as new,” and he or she who regards this
will see that loose buttons are fastened
securely, and that trimmings are freshen
ed and renewed whenever they become
soiled or limp. Care of detail in the daily
mending and brushing, the occasional
sponging and pressing, and, in short, the
intelligent and sysiematic su|>crvislon of
clothing will prove the wisest economy,
lessening expenses in the end and adding
to the refinement of pleasure which the
wearer of good clothes is supposed to en
joy.
A bachelor apartment house on Fifth
avenue has what they call “the useful wo
man," says the World.
The name fits so well that no one ever
wonders what her family did for her in
the way of a name, or what a matrimonial
venture has probably bestowed upon her.
She comes around every Monday morn
ing and goes from apartment to apart
ment, leaving traces of her presence be
hind her. As these bachelors are not suf
ficiently rich to indulge in a valet each
they have discovered that “the useful wo
man” Is an excellent and economical sub
stitute, never insolent and never in the
way.
The first thing, that she does on her Mon
day morning rounds is to gather up ail
the .sour'd clothes, count them, and have
them ready for the laundry man. Then
she overlooks the wardrobe, dusts the
clothes, removes small spots, sews on but
tons and puts the outer garments in order.
To ihe ten bachelors who discovered her
and decided to club together and get her
to look after them she added ten more
in the adjoining building, and she gives
them Tuesdays.
She comes back on Friday to look after
the first ten again, examines Ihe clothes
returned from the laundry and mends the
underwear.
She does such dainty patching, repairing
every little break with such infinite care,
that the most fastidious man can find no
fault with her handiwork.
The socks she carried home with her and
brings back on Monday neaily darned.
Soiled neckties she takes to the cleaner;
the shoes she dusted and put on shoe treesi
and the bachelors who are fortunate
enough to have her weekly ministrations
feel that they can afford to sp. nk pitying
ly of their frineds who have only a man
servant.
“For these services they pay the “use
ful woman” }1 a week each, not a large
sum, but she has twenty men In the two
first houses and twenty in another apart
ment house, so that she makes $lO a week.
That is not a had salary for a woman who
has no education arid no experience In
business.
“I do not know how to do anything."
she confessed to a friend. "I can’t plan
or make gowns or garments of any kind,
but I am handy with the needle and was
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"When I was suddenly confronted with
the problem of making a living it occur
red to me that the only thing I really
could do well was mending. For that rea
son, I determined to try to get people to
let nte patch for them. I have been very
successful. Most women would scorn such
an occupation, and so I find plenty of cus
tomers. Several private families send me
table linen and apparel that is In need of
a few stitches, though of course, bachelor
apartment houses pay best. It is undoubt
edly the only thing at which I could make
a living.”
Now the following story It is to be re
membered, says the Philadelphia Times, is
not true of women in general. It is by no
means certain that it is true of women In
particular. Few women and no man would
consent to believe lhat any member of the
gentler sex could be capable of such small
ness and meaness. Still, one woman upon
a Chesunt street car the other morning
was overheard repeating the story to an
other woman, and we can only hope that
if it were not wholly untrue why then the
narrator was merely some playwright lay
ing bare the plot of her newest farce com
edy. If the latter, however, we venture
to say that such a situation must forever
forego the sympathy of the audience. “Oh,
yes, w*>'ve fixed her this time.” said the
woman. “And I would not be surprised if
it were not for ail time. Y r ou see ever
since she has been ’boarding at 37
we’ve none of us liked her.
It wasn’t that she was, but,
that she wasn’t; though of course, the
fact that everybody in the house has been
there for so long, while she was a newcom
er, may have had something to do with it.
Mrs. Blank and I were the hardest on her.
though, for she was put at our table, and
we were at once resolved that we shouldn’t
and wouldn’t put up with it. We made it
pretty uncomfortable for her in the din
ing room. I tell you, and the others made
it pretty uncomfortable for her elsewhere;
so that the upshot of it was that she
packed up and moved across the street
to 36. But the end was not yet. Before
she left she managed to get in one or two
little revengeful digs at Mrs. Bland and
myself, so lhat we didn’t feel at all easy
in our minds, even if she were no longer
with us. We resolved to carry the war
into Africa, or in other words, across the
street. One fine day Mrs. Blank and I
dressed ourselves up In our best clothes
'and over we went to 36. We asked for
the landlady, and we told her we were
looking for rooms. Plainly impressed, she
showed us the largest and most 'luxurious
she had, and we expressed ourselves as
much pleased at everything, including
price. Then we took occasion to mention
that we were from 37; ‘37?’ repeated the
landlady, ‘why we have a young lady
in the house now from 37—Miss Dash.’
Mrs. Blank and I exchanged giancest I
leave you to imagine their significance.
'Miss Dash?’ we in our turn repeated. 'ln
this house? You don't mean it?’ after
which we exchanged more glances and pre
pared to depart. ’You don't want the
room?’ asked the landlady. Mrs. Blank
and I looked at each other again- 'Not
now,’ we said. The room’s very nice, and
from what we’ve heard of the house I
think we would like it, but really, we
couldn’t consider it and off we went. It
was all nothing more than insinuation, but
It was mighty clever Insinuation; I don’t
care if I do say it myseif. The next day
we had the satisfaction of seeing depart
from 36 across the street a lot of trunks
and boxes lhat we recognized as belong
ing to Miss Dash.”
We are going to the fashions of our
grandmothers in engagement rings, as well
as gowns, bonnets, bodices and crinolines.
Nearly every woman has seen at some
time In her life dainty little engagement
rings, which hud iiecn given b* father to
mother, or grandfather to grandmother,
when the momentous question was “pop
ped,” as they used to call if in those days,
which spelled out the word "Regard.”
Buby, emerald, garnet, amethyst, ruby
and diamond, and pretty they are, too,
in their quaint old-fashioned setting. The
swell Jewelers report tho fatt Dial the
favorite betrothal ring to-duy is a color
ed stone.
Emeralds, rubies, sapphires are now
chosen as the seal of lteirotbal, but the
dihmond stilt holds it own. The setting
•tust be as inconspicuous as possible, the
circlet a mere thread of gold, and what
makes the fashion more fetching is the
fact that if admits of great Individuality
in the cutting of the stones.
Woman as a duellist is not a nineteenth
century development, as might be in
ferred from Iter representation on the
stage with foils or from Bayard's cele
brated picture, ”L'ne Affaire d’Honneur.”
Col. Willock tells a story of the famous
and beautiful Ninon d’Encios, who stung
by a slight to her good name, donned
manly attire and publicly' slapped the
face of the young noble who had affront
ed her. There was not the slightest sus
picion that this most deadly Insult had
been dealt by a woman’s hand. So swords
were drawn and crossed on the spot, and
after a few rapid tac-a-tac passes had
been exchanged, Ninon, a consummate
swordswoman, made a fresh boutonniere
in the gay sal in doublet of her opponent
and gave him a sharp wound in the shoul
der.
In the Harleian manuscript, Nos. 78 and
980, in Ihe library of the British Museum,
says the New York Herald, mention is
made of the most extraordinary family
that has ever been knovtn In the world’s
history. The parties were a Scotch weav
er and his wife (not wives), who were the
father and mother of sixty-two children.
The majority of the offspring of this
prolific pair were boys—exactly how many
is not known—for the record mentions the
fact that forty-six of the male children
lived to reach manhood's estate, and only
four of the daughters lived to be grown
up women. Thirty-nine of the sons were
still living In the year USD, the majority
of them then residing in anj about Nea
castle-on Ty;t.c. t
It is recorded in one of the oUI histories
of Newcastle that “a eertyne gentleman
of large estaytes" rode "thirty-and-three
miles beyond the Tyne to prove this won
derful story.” It is further related that
Sir J. Bowers adopted ten of the sons,
and three other "landed gentlemen” took
ten each. The remaining members of the
extraordinary family were brought up by
the parents,
"Banded gentlemen," says Woman's
Life, of London, "are not now so fond of
collecting boys. All their time is required
for collecting rente.”
Dona Maria Louisa Inigo, known as the
heroine of l’ur.ta Brava, but arrived at
Barcelona, her native place. If her story
be true, she is certainly deserving of pity
ns one of the most afflicted victims of
Spain's futile struggle in Cuba. She was
living on a tobacco plantation with her
huslatnd and two sons, when the insurg
ent leader Banderas and his men appear
ed on the scene. A melee ensued, and all
the males were. shot. Dona Inigo was
offered her life if she would cry "Viva
Cuba llbre!” but she boldly replied "Viva
Espana!” whereupon Banderas struck her.
She flew at him and plucked ottl one of
his eyes. Then his followers fell upon
her, cut oft her ears to get her Jewelled
pendants, wrenched off a Anger Tor the
rings she wore, struck her on the head
with a saber, pierced her with fifteen
wounds and left her for dead. She was,
however, picked up on their retreat, taken
to a hospital and gradually recovered,
though she Is still a terrible wreck.
There is a certain type of woman, says
Dorothy Dix in the New Orleans Picayune,
whom I always call, for want of a better
name, the discourager, whose mission In
life It is to throw cold water on everybody
and everything that conies near her. She
falls upon your enthusiasm and plans with
the deadly chill of a wet blanket, and no
matter how confident you were before, site
leaves you limp and clammy wilh every
particle of courage oozed out. She has an
eye that can detect difficulties at long
range, and a diabolical Ingenuity in sug
gesting obstacles that you can't refute,
and in her presence the most able-bodied
hope curls up and dies without a strug
gle.
The queer feature of the case is that this
particular woman is nearly always a good
woman, and she believes he is never so
near doing her full duty to her fellow
creatures as when she oasis an atmos
phere of despair and foreordained failure
over everything. She has an idea that she
is doing good when she points out lo us
the trials and tribulations we may possibly
encounter in the future, as If anybody was
ever in a hurry to meet trouble, and wo
weren’t sure to get acquainted soon enough
and well enough with the hard things life
knocks us up against. But this view of
the subject never enters the dear crea
ture's mind, and she goes serenely and
complacently on, utterly ignorant of the
fact that she Is one of the greatest all
around nuisances and afflictions in the
world.
Two women who represent what Is
known as the "blue-blood aristocracy" of
New York were conversing the other day,
says the New York Times, and a listener
heard with delight—delight in a sense of
being greatly amused—that they were con
tinually commenting upon this or that i>er
sott who was “in trade,” and always with
a superior, I-know-no-such-people air.
These were women, too, of real cleverness
and breadth of mind in certain directions.
There is a woman genealogist In New
York who, herself "blue-blooded," takes
great delight In learning all that she can
of her own and her friends' ancestors. She
does this purely for the love of the study,
but occasionally she amuses herself by
using the extensive knowledge she has
gained with some maliciousness. She de
lights when she Is called upon to write
papers upon the early days of the country,
and particularly New York, lo bring to
light the names and characters of alii the
ancestors of her friends, Which they are
very glad to have her do, though not al
ways as she does it, representing them as
they were, the common tradespeople, liter
ally the butchers, the bakers and the can
dlestick makers of those days.
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How a Mistress nnd Do* Were Re
united by Wire.
New York, Jan. 27.—The other day a wo
man was traveling by train with her dog,
and somehow when sho was leaving the
train at Edgewater poor doggie was left
on the platform by accident, while his
mistress was carried on to Chicago.
We do not know quite how the dog felt,
but certainly his mistress was "in a frame
of mind," and would have quite willing
ly stopped the train at any point so that
she might search for her pet. But trains
are relentless as fate, and every moment
only added to her anxieiy until by the
time she pulled into the station at Chi
cago she was quite nearing despair. She
immediately looked up the station mas
ter, to whom she told her troutde. The
station master kindly telephoned back to
Edgewater, and after a time learned that
a dog like the one described by the lady
had Just been brought to the police sta
tion. “Would the lady speak to the dog
through the telephone?” Of course the
lady gladly did so, and when a policeman
placed the receiver to the poor doggie's
ear and he heard his mistress' voice call
ing him by name, his Joy knew no bounds!*
lie barked with delight, and began to lick
affectionately the mysterious moans of
communication between himself and his
mistress, to whom he was as soon as pos
sible happily reunited.
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of fuels, as you will find if you read it
slowly.
A slrcpor is one who sloops. A sleeper
Is that in which a sleeper sleeps. A
sleeper Is that on which the sleeper
runs while the sleeper sleeps. There
fore, while the sleeper sleeps In the sleep
er. the sleeper carries the sleeper over the
sleeper under the sleej>er until the sleep
er which carries the sleeper jumps the
sleeper and wakes the sleeper in the sleep
er by striking the sleeper under the aleop
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PALACES.
Continued From Page 18.
every year. To propose (o her husband
that sho would like lo Import a palace is
no unusual whim of an eccentric rich
woman. Mrs, Forbes-Leith, whose hus.
band owns some of the greatest Western
steel manufactures, procured the walls,
stairway and floor for the hall In her
splendid house on Park avenue, In New
York, from the home of a Dutch noble
man. Our wealthy ambassador to Italy,
(Jen. Draper, has purchased a magnificent
room In the famous Borghesi palace In
Rome. His purchase includes not only
the tapestries and furniture 111 It, but Ihe
floor, celling, walls, doors, window ease
minis, chandelier and fireplace. J. J. Van
Alen, In his Elizabelhan house In New
port, has Impelled room after room for
the lovely mansion, as he was able to find
what he wanted In Elizabethan houses'
abroad and could arrange to purchase. So
far as the interior shell of the house goes
it is as genuine arid aa old as Charlecote
park Itself. Tills is all perfectly done,
because there are men In Europe who un
derstand to a nicety tho art of dismantl
ing ancient buildings, packing till the
parts and setting them up again, while
ns to the price, our millionaires are able
to attend to that. Emily Holt
POPE’S UNTIRING LABOR.
He Works From Twelve to Fourteen
Hours Dally.
From the Philadelphia Press.
Rome, Jan. 25.—Dr. Lapponl, physician
to the Pope, said to-day to your corre
spondent: "The Pope's renewed and Ini
cessant activity Is the one thing that dis
turbs me. Can you conceive a. man 89
years old working assiduously from twelve
to fourteen hours daily? 1 bog him con
slanily to conserve his strength, hut he
will not listen to me, and he even gets a
lilt** angry when I date to remind him
of the strain he is enduring.
"He attempts to do everything himself.
He wauls no assistance, because nobody
quite satisfied him In the little details of
affairs, lie even rorreels the proofs of his
encyclicals and other works. Happily, all
his 11 lon uses In Ids advanced years have
been slight, anti had their origin In the
excess of work.
“Reports that his HoiHness Is suffering
from Increasing deafness are untrue. For
the last ti n years he has heard but feebly
with his left ear, but the hearing of his
right is sUM good and unlmpared."
Nile Hoped It Wolf,
From Ihe Minneapolis Times.
Chamberlain, H. D., Jan. 20.—Miss Eliza
Walker, who owns a stock ranch a few
miles north of this city, to-day brought In
the scalp of a large gray timber wolf,
and the story of Its capture by a lady
Is Interesting. All the fall she has been
troubled by this wolf. It appeared lo
make its headquarters In a small ravine,
tilled with timber, atxait a quarter of a
mile from her house, and from this point
it sallied forth in quest of food. A short
time ago It killed a young steer belonging
to Miss Walker, and several neighbors
bavo lately suffered similar losses. Miss
Walker states that a.ong toward evening,
as she was out on horseback rounding up
her cattle for the night, she discovered
tho wolf In the very act of making an
onslaught upon a young calf In her bunch.
Her only weapon of offense was a rope at
tached to her saddle, and she concluded
to make an attempt at roping the animal.
This she succeeded In doing at the fitst
attempt. She then started her horse on
a rnn. and after she had exhausted and
subdued the animal in this way she per
mitted her dogs to finish the Job.
Wolves are especially numerous In this
section of the siato Inis season, and they
have never before been known to be so
bold.
—Striking an Average.—" What a tremen
dous expansionist Nafger is when he gets
out In a crowd.”
"Yes, and what a tremendous shrinkrr
he is when he gets home I - '— Cleveland
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1130 am from 2d ave. 11 00 am for 2d ave.
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2 3*l pm from Rollon 200 pm for 2d ave!
300 pm from 2d ave. 330 pm for Bolton
330 pm fromßollon 400 pm for 2d ave.
430 pin from Bolton 430 pm for Bolton
OOU pm from 2d ave. 530 pm for Bolton
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