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4 T he Looking Glass Everybody who is any body reads The Looking Glass No subscribers received in Atlanta. Rates for out-of-town subscribers $2 00 per annum. Six months, SI.OO. The Looking Glass is on sale in Atlanta at all book stores, news stands and hotels. It may also be purchased on all local trains. ► Notice.—The Looking Glass positively de clines to guarantee to return unsolicited Mbs. When stamps are enclosed such return will be undertaken, but no responsibility is assumed for failure of transmission. Gossip, sketches and pictures solicited, and if accepted, liberally paid for. Pictures to be submitted may be in any medi ant the artist prefers. The Looking Glass has by far the largest circulation in Atlanta. Advertising rates upon application. Address all contributions Editor Looking Glass, and business correspondence to The Looking Glass Publishing Company. TELEPHONE 571. The Looking Glass’series of Exposition illustrations is attracting general attention all over the country. It is the most extensive and satisfactory pictorial enterprise ever undertaken by a southern journal, and in point of artistic merit, is fully equal to any thing done in the great northern cities. The elaborate center-page plates, the fourth of which appears in this issue, are the largest half-tones ever made in the south. They are engraved from photographs taken by our special photographer, Mr. Howe, formerly of the New York Graphic, and from week to week will reproduce with unequalled fidelity and picturesqueness the salient features of the great fair. Those already printed, including the current issue, are as follows: ist. Views of the Grounds. 2nd. The Terra Cotta Sculpture of the Exposition, 3. Officers at Work at the Head quarters, 4th. Atlanta’s Hotel Accommo dations. To produce plates of this size, direct from life, is no easy task, especially here in the south where such work is in its infancy. They are all from new and original negatives, and in numerous instances were made by flash light. In pursuing the series it is the intention of The Looking Glass to present to its readers a continual panorama of every thing of interest connected with the Expo sition. It will include, among other things, many views of the midway, with interiors of the most striking and novel of the shows; scenes attending the installation of the exhibits; groups of the most famous artists to be seen at the theatres; snap shots of the crowds, inside and out; night effect showing the illumination of the grounds and the wonderful electric fountain, and scores of other things that in after years will form invaluable souvenirs of the great southern fair. Every regular reader of The Looking Glass should preserve a file of the copies of the next four months. They will make a volume of the deepest interest for future reference. “O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us, To see our sei's as ithers see us." Published Weekly by THE LOOKING GLASS PUBLISHING CO. No. 8 South Broad St. ATLANTA, GA. Nobody familiar with the extreme timidity of our city fathers, when the interests of Mr. Joel Hurt are at issue, will be surprised at the absence of definite action in reference to the proposed ten cent fare extortion. It is pretty plain that council proposes to allow this outrage to be perpetrated unchecked. City Attorney Anderson has given it as his opinion that the council has “no jurisdiction” in the matter of regulating fares. This may be good law but it is not good sense, by a jug-full. All the rights the Consolidated now possess have been granted with the express proviso that the road is to be con ducted in accordance with the ordinances now in force and those Hereinafter Enacted. If this means anything at all it means that council can pass an ordinance fixing the fare at 5 cents—where it ought to be. The prin ciple is exactly the same as the fixing of rail road mileage by the legislature. But the j udge said no, and council straddled the question by referring it to a committee. This, it is safe to say, will be the last of it. Thus can a street car monopoly saddle an imposition on the public over the protest of every citizen in Atlanta, not personally benefited by the gouge. * * * In the name of decency, dignity and ordinary humanity the petition requesting the appointment of a matron for duty at police headquarters should be favorably acted upon by the common council. The absence of such an official is a disgrace to a great city and an enlightened community. As matters now stand female prisoners are frequently brought to the station in a condi tion that demands the immediate attention of some member of their own sex. It is brutal, disgusting, and in no strained sense immoral to leave such prisoners to the care of men in charge of other departments of the city lock-up. If it were necessary to particularize to sustain the point, cases might be cited without number that would deeply shock and revolt any person of ordi narily refined sensibilities. This is a matter, however, in which sentimentality cuts no figure. The appointment of a matron is not designed to investigate the punishment of offenders or to make the lot of jail birds especially pleasant or comfortable. It is a step in the interests of decency and pro priety, and for the good name and repute of the city of Atlanta. The care of female prisoners by male turnkeys is a piece of barbarity that smacks strongly of the back woods and the frontier. It is entirely out of place in the official machinery of a great center of civilization. * * * The analysis in another column of the circumstances attending the tragic death of Baker A. Bass, will convince any intelligent person, not hopelessly biased, that this was beyond all shadow of doubt a plain and palpable case of murder. The suicide theory, which has secured an astonishing number of partizans unfamiliar with the exact facts, crumbles and disappears before rigid scrutiny. There is absolutely nothing in the case to sustain it, and at least a dozen reasons, each of itself conclusive, prove that this ill fated man could not possibly have taken his own life. It is well to say that enough has been already developed to make it highly proba ble that a searching inquiry would result in discoveries peculiarly painful to the friends and family of the dead merchant. This is an unfortunate circumstance, but should not be allowed to deter a thorough and honest investigation. It would be a shocking com- The Looking Glass mentary on the safeguards of a civilized com munity if such a crime went undetected in the very heart of our city. In all human probability Baker Bass was killed because he knew too much. He held the safety and good name of far too many men in the hollow of his hand to be allowed to continue his known negotiations with the detective department, and therein, without doubt, lies the solution of the mystery, which is not nearly as profound or as unfathomable as it appears to be upon its surface. There is only one suggestion to be offered, and that is that all efforts to establish the untenable theory of suicide be dropped at once, and the best energies of the police department directed to the apprehension of the murderer. HOT! WELL, KINDER. A WATERING PLACE CONVULSED BY A SCANDAL OF STATE PROPORTIONS. A Judge, a Stenographer and the Pretty Daughter of a Carpenter Play the Leading Roles-The Gay Jurist Obliged to Skip to Avoid a Beating. But for the intervention of powerful friends, it is quite possible that by this time one of the most prominent members of the judiciary of Georgia would have been under arrest in the circuit adjoining his own charged with making an indecent proposal to a young girl with whom he became casually acquainted during a visit to her home. The gentleman in question comes from the southern part of the state where he holds a superior judgeship. About three weeks ago he floated into a celebrated watering place and summer resort accom panied by a handsome woman of thirty or thereabouts, who was understood to be his stenographer. The acquaintances of hizonner smiled a knowing smile and the public generally received the story with several barrels of salt. The woman stopped at one hotel and the judge at another. The latter’s host soon saw the drift of things and on the second day of the visit told the jurist that his room was wanted. In response to an indignant protest he was told that certain of the guests and the servants had seen the two coming out of his room, and that while their relations may have been the most circumspect in the world, the hotel could not afford to run any risk of a scandal. “You are entirely wrong about the matter,” said the judge. “We were over taken by a storm and I asked my stenog rapher into the hotel as a place of tempo rary shelter. I was showing her about the place and as I passed my room I pushed the door open to show her my quarters. She stepped in to survey the place and dropped into a seat by the door. I immediately foresaw a possibility of the situation being misconstrued should we be seen, and said ‘we will continue our walk,’ which we did.” After some talk he was allowed to remain, but there was a great deal of comment at the resort relative to an employer’s duty towards his stenographer, and as to whether it included long strolls in unfrequented portions ot the place by daylight, moonlight and darkness. Gossip was by no means quelled when it was discovered that the woman was the wife of a man now under indictment in the judge’s court for manslaughter, and who was recently released on $5,000 bail, but another and vastly more startling episode soon turned talk in a different direction. It seems that during his stay the jolly judge made the acquaintance of the pretty daughter of a local carpenter, and a young lady who was temporarily stop ping at her home as a guest. One after noon the judge encountered the two girls, and after chatting for some time suggested that they meet him the following day. According to their account he added that he “had some money to spend.”- The girls took umbrage not only at what he said, but the way that he said it, and returned to their home. A little later the judge called at their house, but nobody appeared, and after lingering on the porch for an hour he took his departure. About that time the father came home and was told the story. He promptly armed himself with a hickory bludgeon and rushed over to the hotel—making no secret of his intention of attacking the judge on sight. All the guests united in keeping the men apart, and unable to find his victim the carpenter reluctantly left declaring that if he could not have per sonal satisfaction he would lay the matter before the grand jury and have it aired in the courts. This thoroughly alarmed the gay jurist, who left the next morning for Atlanta. For three days he remained in this city, and during that time some of the most prominent politicians of the state were laboring with the father to settle the matter without publicity. One was a brother judge, another a state sen ator from one of the southern counties, still a third was one of the leading politi cians of south Georgia, and there were others not so prominently before the public eye. The judge himself sent an explanation of his remark and claimed that he meant nothing improper, but that the fun alluded to was to be rolling ten pins, playing pool, drinking lemonade and otherwise making time pass pleasantly and agreeably for the girls. This view of the matter was presented by his friends who pointed out that with such an explanation an indict ment would not stand and only give unnec essary publicity to a matter best allowed to rest. The matter was finally compro mised, though on what basis is not known outside the peace-makers and the prin cipals. On the following Sunday the judge returned from Atlanta, but the frost he received from the other guests caused him to depart next morning. The affair has created a tremendous sensation at the watering place and is generally known among the politicians of the state. That it will effect the future public career of the party most interested is freely surmised. ♦ HOP AT SWEETWATER. The sth Regiment U. S. Inst. band will furnish the music for the hop at Sweet water Park Hotel, Lithia Springs, to night. Be sure to attend. A. W. Lindsey, Gun and Locksmith, 36 N. Broad street. Fine repair work, type writers, cash registers, bicycles, sewing machines, etc. The celebrated Gato and Lozano Pendas Havana Cigars—monthly ar rival at Durand’s. Tyner’s Dyspepsia Remedy corrects indigestion in five minutes. Try it.