Evening Star Newspaper, August 6, 1892, Page 9

E AGENCY SCHOOL. DAUGHTER OF A CHIEF | “Fannie, the Little Ute “Mocking Bird,” at the ‘Agency School. THE FOREST. ATypical Indian Equestrienne on Her Gaily Caparisoned Pony—An Odd Mixture of Barbari«m and Civilization—In Her Pick-i- Up and in the School Room. ‘Written for The Evening Star. wT WAS ALMOST cess, this lovely antumn were going to their seats, School had been in session buta month and twenty-three “children ? of the forest,” who oc- eupied the old stained seats in the dilapidated Mainted with the young teacher—the “school mamutch”—to cease eying her with interest and amusement, and perhaps amazement at some of her ways. They, to her, were curiosi- ties and had to be handled gently, for at the least provocation they would follow the ex- ample of the porcupine and cause “every indi- vidual hair to stand on end,” so the children were seldom reproved. Just as the recess bell tapped Star's biack eyes. which were too often gazing longingly over the plaza to the trees and fish-filled river beyond, caught sight of “Fannie. FANNIE. Out in the plaza by the big school house gate ‘was a typical Indian eqnestrienne. Her pony was a gay and lively one, all black, with long silky mane and tail. He was covered from shoulder to flank with collar and breast plate. immense saddle robe and flank trappings. all made of thick white buckskin beaded ia varions patterns of flowers, leaves, animals and figures €dged with fringe. beads and belled. The bridle, with exception of reins, was of solid Navajo silver, beaten into long, flat strips. excep’ saucer-shaped ornaments that came just below the eyes. “All this was observed ai a glance; then we examined “Fannie.” Daughter of a chief who bears many battle sears and walks lame from a wound in the Meeker massacre, her mother several years dead (a Ute chieftain's dinghter), Fannie is no: tainted with a drop of white ma blood and isa true of an Indian child. She has an In- name meaning mocking bird, which is very appropriate, but is never called aught but ‘Fannie.” AT HOME AND ABROAD. She isabout seven years of age—stronger and larger than an American girl of same age. well-built figure,with the usual small Bands and feet. Her hair short and black, except where it is burned almost the cclor of the coyote by the sun, pretty round face with large black eves, a poco “9 nose anda mouth not pretty, but containing two lovely rows of white even teeth. As she was then in her tattered Indian costume of one shirtlike garment. which was put on over her head and with sleeves opened to shoulders,she looked pict: . but not lovely. Later, when she took us down the sage and eacti-bordered road to her smoke-stained wick- Lupand donned her dancing dress of buckskin so beautifully beaded by hor dead mother, in her hair feathers and ornaments, around quills resembling her | k the immense board that shen she wae. tiny, papoose the little Ute Ipeineuney ba tme she added a pair of white cot- ared and blue parasol, which But today the children were and together we went to interview INDIAN PICK-1-UPS. Fannie. We tried to make friends by pet- fing the horse, but when he turned with a bite and then a kick we retreated. Ata safe distance I said: “Mike” (the Ute “Ho de-do”), but I evidently did not pronounce it right, for she answered with a burst of laugh- ter and then (childlike everywhere) put her in her mouth and would not talk. After ing ux over from head to foot, playfully Fidie: the bangs, hairpins, dress buttons and confiscating a ribbon, made off. a8 4 SCHOOL om. ‘That afternoon her father, old Snake John, ame and said to us in a very good language (sort of V ‘My little girl heap ii You—all time now she cook my moat, washee my dishes—penunquaa (very soon) she ‘come to ” followed a series of flattering speeches that made us doubt his sanity till he said: “Me heapy lovee you: gimme rome meat.” two | time for morning re- day, and the last class reservation schoolhouse of Mintah, had not be- come well enough ac- | | | have they dared to unburden it to t! later, after Fannie had lived part of her vaca- tion with the teacher, after she had alternately stolen trinkets of all sorts that pleased her taste, or bronght her early wild flowers and fresh currants, or the roundest cat tails and pretty stones from the neighboring creek. A VIVID IMAGINATION. Fannie had a most vivid imagination. One day,onher return from a neighbor, I sai “Fannie, how is Mra, Grasshopper Stovepipe’ (an old squaw quite ill), and to my surprise Fannie’s visage became doleful, end we heard a detailed description of Mrs. Stovepipe’s dying agonies, her burial (here I said. ‘Fannie di not see it,” and was answered, “Abe no tell—she catchum ‘smallpox”), how she was lowered in the grave—the blankets, dresses, éc., buried with her; then sang the horrible death chant; the shooting of Mrs. Grasshopper'’s horses was exemplified by jumping to her feet (she had enacted the burial) and with left arm for a gun, rapidly shooting. with a smack of her lips, fi imaginary horses. When iny sympathy was so aronsed that the tears Were chasing each other down my cheeks her expression changed to one of comic mis- chief, and then sighing at having to spoil the story, she said, “Me heap too wi ” (or me heap lie). ‘It was no lie: ber imagination simply carried her into the realms of the un- known. PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS, By intuition, not surroundings or teachings, she had learned and preferred the right. The gayeties of the wick-i-up, the drinking, gam- bling had no charms for Fannie, though she liked the little bos : “They good.” She would suffer without complaint, could do with- out food for a long time if necessary and was not afraid of anything except the dark. The worms, little snakes, lizards and toads were gly ‘ax was her doll, and how joll that Santa Clans brought Of course, the eyes fell in, hair came off, her. cheeks were washed free from paint, limbs am putated, but «till she'd take her “Nina papoose’ (my baby) to bed with her, lulling it to sleep with wordless Indian lullabies, AN INDIAN STILL. Though she was cruel enough to pull off the golden wings of the butterfly, steal a bird’s nest or break the delicate limbs of its owner, she longed to be loved and careseed. She would say to her teacher, who, after pitying, soon learned to love her, “You love me?” “Yes, Fannie, I love you.’ “Kissee me, then.” She would get the kiss, and then what? Two brown arms round your neck, two black eyes alf lovelit «la Tich voice with queer pronunciation would say, “You heap lovie me.” “Yes, dar- ling, I heap lov. “And then, “You lovie me hep, gimme & nickel.” At tirst the plead- ing, the expression, the love, was worth the nickel, then a feeling of fatigue came when you thought that even among savages love has to be bought. QUITE ACCOMPLISHED. The child had such a retentive mind that out- side of her rapid advancement in school she | learned to cook, sew and recited when I left | her, with proper gesticulations, nineteen pieces, some quite difficult; sang and knew many Delsarte movements, besides keeping up her own language, its customs, songs, dances and accomplishments. Were she under the care of some American family she could become an elocutionist, a singer, an actress, or, better still, a good, true Woman, who, thoroughly educated and refined, could do wonders with her own people. But instead, four or five years from now she will choose « husband from among the ones she now dancesand rides with and will be to him only “a — better than his dog” and not as dear as his orwe. ——_+e+___ CUBA WANTS TO BE ANNEXED. Seeret and Increasing Sentiment Favoring It Throughout the Island. ‘The secret sentiment in favor of the annexa- tion of Cuba to the United States, which has been cherished fearfully for a long time in the breasts of many of the best and most advanced Cubans, and which, undor existi.g conditions, they have not cared to give expression to, now begins to make itself heard in the face of the threatened expedition from Key West. A Cuban who begged the reporter not to reveal bis name, but who isa man of careful speech, one of an important family and sup- posedly a loyal adherent to Spain, said: “Cuba is indeed almost God forsaken. Her only hope is annexation to the United States. Would to heaven we could have our own government, that is to say,that we were fit for it; we are not. The squabbling, the jealousies, the divisions among our patriot force in the United States show only too well what would inevitable. We are worse than the Irish with our factions, Our men are brave, but they are all impulse and no ‘ity. In Jose Marti we have a sort of Par- |, people think. Marti is great in his way. That is, ax orator. poet and general literateur, but he is wildly visionary. In fourteen Of absence from Cuba he has not been’ able. to observe changes of the sort that being prevent he might have understood. It is noble of him to devote his site to the education of and the uplifting of the Cuban negro, but it is wrong of hm if he encourages the forming of expedi- tions whose mission can only cause useless bloodshed aud a more terrible regime. “It is easy for Sarocio to talk about the flying of our flag from Moroo Castle when he is in Chicago. These men are violently opposed to annexation, and why? Because it is easy and Jeasant to sit ina comfortable room in New Fork and gaze at, side by side, statuettes of Bolivar and yourself and imagine yourself a second liberator. The sentiment in favor of annexation has been growing steadily in the hearts of thousands of my countrymen. They dare not yet give free vent toit, for on the one side the Spaniards and on the other the revolutiona- ries would make their life hard to bear. Hardly inti- ate friends until now, when trembling in the fear of a catastrophe from the United States in the shape of an expedition. “And we do fear something of this sort. | Deny it publicly as we may, it was always to be | | feared unless the United States steps in and | nutkes us a part of that great country. We are composed, perhaps, half of adventurers of all nations, filibustering adventurers eager for ex- citement and ready to drop out at auy critical moment, Thereare a score of such toevery single Maceo or Crombet, who would unquestionably Yield their last drop of blood in the le, ceo. itis true. is worshiped by the negroes, but Maceo picked off or captured and executed, all would collapse. The authorities watch ‘for Maceo. He will never reach twenty miles in- land alive. Never. though he brought armies | of thousands behind him. I admire Maceo, Fannie soon came and was dressed in the | Fegulation brown gingham underwear. red and Diack cotton hire neat blue dress, copper-toe ealfskin shoes, ber hair cleaned and braided, 10 says clothes make a man? that and a” that.” AN APT PUPIL. Never a word could she speak on her arrival, but in one month her language was better than that of any child in school, though some had deen there for before she knew an Hi} k three years. She wasa born actress, | but I know the danger. Sanchez, another brave | and generous leader, who has been at the Key for many months, miffering from old wounds; Carrillo, who has been here in Cuba, not on any mission of war, but trying the baths for rheumatism—these are the ones whose lives would be sacrificed, and all in vain. The idea that the authorities here are not kept aware of the movements of the independents in New York. OF fest, Tam; New c a Mobile, Peasscols and other citice af thecaes is a great mistake. There are always those who stand ready to send first reports by wire or letter. And that these reports are met with | derisive and gontemptuous laughter does not Fannie was | signify that precautions are not redoubled and arrangements made to meet the invasion. The really patriotic Cuban has grown sick in dread of it. The dimensions of the leaders him. He sees only the alternative of sizz! in the frying pan or erisping in the fire, prays devoutly that the hand of the great American republic will out quickly and extinguish the fire. anuexation. It cannot come too quickly.” ‘The Truly Rural Test. ‘From the Boston Herald. |1usion shared by two persons. ‘THE EVENING STAR: WASHINGTON, D. C. SATURDAY, AUGUST 6. 1892-SIXTEEN PAGES. ASYLUM INMATES. Wall Street and the Stage Contribute Them in Large Numbers. ALCOHOL AND THE BRAIN. . Paresis the Wall Street Disease—Why Actors Go Insane—Stranze Pelusions—A Mania , for Stealing Shoes—Dread of Heights—The Insanity of Doubt. Correspondence of The Evenins Star. New York, Aug. 5, 1892. ALL STREET IS A great feeder of lunatic asylums. Broker Sis- | tare, who shot himself in the Manhattan Club, is but the latest of a myriad victims deprived of sanity as well as for- tune in the speculative whirlpool. Within the last ten years more than ninety successful opera- tors in that great finan- cial maelstrom, worth all the way from $100,000 up to many millions, have been confined at Bloomingdale. Three of them out of every five were afflicted with the most rapid and fatal form of brain disease— paresis, which ix swiftly progressive and in- evitably kills, While comparatively rare among people gener- ally paresis ix the usual form of dementia among speculators, It may be called the Wall street disease, being the effect for which the cause is found in long-continned overstrain of the nervous aystem. The gambler in stocks isnot merely subjected continual : acute anxieties, but because his business is so intensely stimnlating he can only find amuse- ment in artificial excitements, ‘As a rule he drinks and dissipates otherwise, thus burning the vital candle at both ends, until at length he breaks down. One of the earliest symptoms of paresis is apt to be the delusion of expected wealth, The vietim, very likely unsuspected as yet being in- sane, informs his friends that he has a scheme for making millions of dollars off-hand. On the strength of his anticipated wishes he indulges in the wildest and most absurd extravagances, buying 500 dozen silk umbrellas for distribution among his acquaintances or ordering a groxs of ilver stewpans. If he is worth $100,000 he is likely as not to spend it all on diamonds for his wife. Such an expenditure isa trifle from his point of view, inasmuch as he is on the joint of possessing unlimited means, Thus it E’very common for ugh unfortunates to throw away their entire fortunes before proper re- straint can be put upon their actions, STEALING WOMEN'S SHOES. “One of the most extraordinary forms of i sanity is a mania for stealing women's shoes,” said Dr. William Elliott Dold, physici charge at the Bloomingdale Asylum, vesterdas “itis distinguished as. disease by’ ‘itself and the Germans have named it ‘frauenschustehl- | monomanie.’ It is more common among men than with the other sex. ‘There is one case on record of a young man whose sisters lost their left shoes a4 fast as they could buy them. It was always the left one of each pair that was taken. For a long time the thefts remained a | mystery until one day the brother eaught a young woman in the street, threw her down, tore off her left shoe and ran away with it.” He was captured and thus the secret was discovered. Another strange mental complaint is called the ‘insanity of doubt,’ the patient being unable to make up his or her mind to do or not to do: the simplest thing. I have known a girl afflicted in this way to stand for hours, deliberating whether to button or not to button her cont. She would be equally incapable of deciding whether she was willing toepter or to leave & room. | “Mysophobia is a species of brain discase | which renders the unfortunate fearful of in agined uncleanliness in everything. She will not wear the same gloves of other garments twice, and one young woman who used to be here would have spent ali her time in the bath if she had been permitted to do so. In fact, she would not leave it unless compelled, and | before she came to the asylum she did on one | ‘oceasion remain for twelve hours continuously in the bath tub. Yet another form of mono- mania is a dread cf being shut in. The patient has « horror of being in any inclosed space like a room, particularly with the doors closed. A) similar complaint isa dread of heights. But | more strange than any of these, perhaps, is | what the French call the ‘folioa deux'—a de- This sympa thetic insanity is not uncommon. It may occur | with husband and wife, with brother and sister | or with other individuals wno happen to be in- | timately associated. For example, one will im- agine that he is puraned by enemies with de- signs upon his life and the other will believe confidently that such is the truth. ALL PARTIALLY IN8ANE. | “All of these curious forms of mania come | under the general head of ‘paranoia,’ or partial insanity, the patient being apparently well in mind save as to the particular weakness or delusion suffered from. We observe that! society women who become mentally diseased are usually afflicted with that form of insanity | which is termed melancholia, though why this is so nobody knows. If itis to be reasonably surmised that their domestic relations are not so hnppy as those of others of their sex that | woull account for it You would naturally suppose that women would be more docile when insane than man, but the reverse is in fact the | case. It is the experience of the physicians in every asylum that the females under their charge are much more dificult to manage than the males. Furthermore, the women are moro noisy and are more given to using profane | language. It is a sad change brought about by | alienation of the mind, which very commonly robs even the gentlewoman of all restraints of propriety and deiicacy. “When a woman between the ages of twent: five and thirty-five, being yet mpmarried, sud- denly conceives a notion that she has « ‘mission in life’ you may take itfor granted that theeatse is purely physiological. Atthe same period she may bestow an extravagant affection upon dogs, or she may set to work writing erotic books. Perhaps her oddity may take the form of melan- cholia and she will have delusions, believing that some woman is jealous of her or that a man is pursuing her with unwelcome attentions. She is apt to imagine that some one is in love with her, usually her favorite clergyman. _No- body knows how much distroxs ministers of the 1 are obliged to endure on account of old maids who fancy themselves beloved by them. This sort of mania is particularly likely to a tack single females at about the age of forty- five or fifty. Iknow of a case not long ag where a maiden lady ordered a lot of groceries to be cl to her pastor, saying that she was his wife. This was extremely embarrassing to him, inasmuch as he was otherwise married and hada family. On the whole it is safe to say that there would be much less lunacy if mar- riage was more universal. ACTORS LIABLE TO BRAIN TROUBLES. “Stage players are specially liable to brain troubles. Their manner of life subjects them to much nervous exhaustion and thoy are apt to be dissipated. Five actors and actresses are at present confined in Bloomingdale Asylum. Bartley Campbell, John McCullough and ‘Tony Hart all died of paresis. The brain of a patient who has succumbed to this disease, on being dissected, is found to have undegone some re- markable changes. Under the microscope its cellular structure exhibits abnormalities and the membranes covering it are much thickened and congested. The “pia mater,” instead of peeling off readily from the surface, is adher- sanity is drinking of the regular and ‘moderate’ Kind’ ‘T refer to the sort of indulgence bebitual with men who are never known to be percepti- bly under the influence of liquor. They attend ing tocktal Aen guage ing to i bed, they are continnally taking ‘The process is actually a species of slow poison- Sa ly : € xtent i ? a | i ; E Hl te ? i | hi pains with dangerous drags like cocaine and morphine, which they have readily at hand. Foreign experts say that we Americans are, a8 nation, afflicted with neurasthenia—that is to ‘ay, nervous exhaustion—which is a necessary consequence from our insatiable appetite for money gettin The method of curing the alcoholi¢ habit Practiced at Bloomingdale is of the simplest sort, amounting to nothing more than the en- couragement of healthful living, with gradual deprivation of poison. Whats news- | i papers and the public at large may think of Dr. ‘ecley’s patent remedy, science condemns it absolute! | as a fraud.’ In the first place, the | so-called “bichloride of gold,” sold as such at | $3 for two smal! bottles, has’ been ascertained by analyses to be nothing of the sort. It con- tains no gold whatever in the shape of a double chride or otherwise. What it does contain is certain very dangerous drugs. However, the appetite for being humbugged springs and for- ever will spring eternal in the human breast. ares Emperors Who Were Gamblers. From the North American Review. | According to Suetonius, Caligula not only ac- | cepted the profits from games of chance, but drew much more from fraud and perjury, cheating freely his guests and friends, plus mendacio, atque etiam periurio lucrabatur | (ce. 41). Once having asked his neighbor to hold the dice for him he spied two weathy Roman knights promenading in the vestibule of the palace. " He caused them to be immediately put in irons, confiscated their property an Tushed back to his seat at the dice table, boast- ing that he had never done a better stroke in i Claudius was blindly devoted to the alea, hav- | ing writter a treatise on the subject. had a carriage built in such a way as to allow | him and his party to gumble while traveling. | Whoever wanted to make a rapid and brilliant career at court had only to flatter his passion | for the dice. Seneea inilicts on himan im- aginary but telling punishment. He repre- sents the emperor in hell playing with the dice box, with a hoie at the bottom, so ths shakes th both tessera—slip through the hole—a passage which proves that the Romans played sometimes | With two instead of three dice. Nero, whom naturally one expects to find in auch company was fond of a desperate game, and, according to his biographer (chapter 30}, usually put up the stake at 400,000 sesierces for each point, a sum corresponding to $3,400 or thereabont. Of Domi we are told that he was ys ri to resort to the dice, % otium esset, even in the morn ing hours. As regards Commodus we know from Lampridius that he turned the imperial palace into a regular Monte Carle ed to excess of refined or bratal proftigacy. sed for money and unwilling, ‘ow from his tion of visiting th and having "y under he spent it all in gambling « : Lucius Verns ranks foremost in the list of man imperial gemblera, “Such was his pas- m for debauchery” ({ quote a well-known age of Capitolinus, chapter 4) “that on his from Syria he established a tavern in is own palace, ta which he repai ng the tab Partook of the lowest kind of food and drink and perhups, to bo: the inti Tt seems says Rose W part of a Londoner's creed, in the Ladies’ Home Journal, 4 tocultivate flowers in window boxes, for in | which wat every dwelling, whether mansion, cottage or tenement house, are plants of some sort biossom and bloom as though it were a delight. In the drawing room windows of a great house on Grosvenor place, the 5th avenue of London, last sum w boxes of daisies, In one the large white daisy with yellow center and in the other the beautiful yellow “oxey In the window of an adjoi of sweet alyssum and forget-m: responded to the care evidently bostowed on hem, showing dainty foliage and millions of tiny Blossoms, white and bine. The moist at- mosphere of England induces wo! al results in this or any sort of gardening. An English woman of my acquaintance in America attributes her remarkable 46 with house plants to her constant effort to provide moisture for the part of the plant above ground. She oceasionally drenches the soil, and dail sprinkles the plants with cool water, and eve fourth or fifth day refreshes every leaf or inch by dipping a sponge into a pail of cool water in which is dissolved a little castile soap andan atom of ammonia, squeezing it over them, she does +o dexterously and quickly that it is no trouble, but as she declares, « great pleasure. Her plant stands, one in the breakfast room. where the rising sun glorities every leaf and blossom, and another in ber own “snuggery.” dividing honors with a small book case of fa- vored authors, a desk, a sewing machine, and a couch with a dozen downy pillows, and adding acharm to all, are placed on squares of cloth, so that all traces of the “sprinkling,” can be easily removed. oo England's Prettiest Princess, It ia tobe hoped, says Henry Labouchei M.P., in London Truth, that the Princess Marie of Edinburgh will not try to live up to the non- sensically written “portraits” which have. been given of her in French journals and repeated in English ones. Sho is spoken of in one of them as resembling strikingly her great father, the ©, holas. I saw the princess, since rhe was grown up, at Portsmouth, as she was going to cross over to Osborne, and’ did not see even a trace of resemblance to him, but thought her like both the Saxe-Coburgs and her grand- mother, the Inte Empress of Russia, who was up to the age of forty a very beautiful woman, but took later a brooding expression and the look chronic bronchitis gives. They, with ad- vancing years to aid them, spoiled her, and she was not even interesting when elderly. If the Czar Nicholas was like ‘his portrait he would not now be thought handsome—the staring eyes, psendo-classical face and the buckram personality that was proclaimed if face, figure, carriage and belongings would not be to present day taste, which prefers expression with irregu- lar features to wig-block regularity and a con- ventional physiognomy. ————_+e+—___ Just Common Folks, Anhondred humble songsters trill ‘The notes that to their lays belong, Where just one nightingale might tilt ‘The place with its transcendant song, And thus fame comes, and with its stnile A soul with lasting greatness cloaka, And leaves a thousand else the while ‘To be for aye just common folks. If only sweetest bells were rung, How we should miss the minor chimes; If only grandest poets sung ‘There d be no humble little rhymes, ‘The modest, clinging vines add grace Unto the forest's giant oaks, And ‘mid earth's mighty ts a place ‘To people with just common folks, Not they the warriors who shall win Upon the battlefield a name To sound above the awfal din; Not theirs the painter's deatbless fame, Nor theirs the poet's muse that brings ‘The thythmic gift his soul invokes; Theirs but to do the simple thh ‘That duty gives just common folks, ‘They are the multitudes of earth And mingle ever in the crowd, Etbowing those of equal birth, Where none because of caste 1s proud. Bound by the meshes of a fat ‘That sometimes a decree revokes; Above the lowly, ‘neath the great, Are millions of just commotf folks. Fate has not lifted them above ‘The level of the human plain; ‘They share with men a brother love, In touch ‘with pleasure and with pain. ‘One great, far-reaching brotherhood ‘With common burdens, common yokes, And common wrongs and common good, God's urmy of just common folks. He even | GOOD AND BAD TASTE Some Really Fine-Looking. Women Dress Outrageously. SUBSTITUTES FOR WATER. ‘They Use Nostrams Instead of Liquid From the Potomac—A Chat Upon Women’ Weaknesses and Fads by One Who Ev1- dently Knows Them Thoroughly. ae nee HEY WERE DISCUSs- ing the good and bad points of various wo- men of their circle in a distressingly audible but practically harm- Jess way on an F street car. They might have been returning from the races,for they were a bit “horsey.” This woman was “well groomed.” that 0! “carried her head well and a third was inclined to “take the bit in her teeth.” Finally they got to being a degree more personal “Miss —— is a thoroughbred, isn’t she?” said | one enthusiastically. “Ye-es,” came the hesitating answer. “Sho is good old Kentucky stock.” Then, as if ina sudden burst of confidence, he added: “Do know I could get right fond of her if she di fight so shy of the bath tub.” By jove! old boy, we are just of a mind. | It certainly is amazing how little attentio women pay to the healthful properties of au thing so 1 yp and water;” then warm- ing to his subject, he contin ‘My sister bankrupts me with her drafts for beanty lotions, wrinkle effacers. hair tonics, powde: rouge and face ble I suggested to he once that our mother relied principally upon soap and water as covmetica when she was a girl, and complexion is better at fifty than that of any Indy of my acquaintance, where- upon Min fired me bodily from her presence, remarking that it hax been scientificall| strated that soap and water would in time ruin he finest. complexion in the world. I didn’t have the temerity to ask after that what wome: do use in lieu ‘of water. substitu SUDSTITUTES FOR WATER, “Several, my boy. “Alcohol, bay rum, milk, aromatic grease and numberless other oint- ments,” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “They are ag numerous as the brands of cigarettes, and some of them quite as dangerous. I hav heard my sister discant on the subject till Lam I tell_you, Tom, a fellow with a learns a lot about women’s fads,” “Don't they though? After Pat the old chestnut about her neve on her face was revived and Min has. fairl | burrowed in the Congressional Library sine then studying old books that tell how the oriental women preserved their youth and J about the famous beauties of the empire who had as deadly a dislike for wate Indians, ‘usit milk whey, rose water, glee other stuif, and she gleefully informed me this morning that she could use it four times it really cost her no more than a Tw j bath. Min’s ¢ good of asister, jolly, and he lot with ernor when he ents up; but she overn | my ideas of cleanliness in this | won't marry a woman who is ter if I find it out beforehand. ‘ou how to find ont. Just take is or cs waltz ina heated ball room. Women tr; | make themselves aweet by depositing litt! | of perfumed powder about their persons, | in my opinion there isn't anything on | but water, and plenty of man or to te ality with their kind. ignorance of its healthful properties nor the mandates of fashion will excuse it to m ‘They got off the cas and the remainder of the resting con i Harsh? truth. a ODP COMBINATIONS OF COLOR. Isitnot strange that so many really fine-looking women just escape being stylish? On the ave nue the other day I saw woman gazing in a shop window. The back of her black bengaline gown fitted perfectly and above shining coils of jet black hair tested a red crepe hat of French effects, long streamers | of red gauze fastened on the shoulder to fall in | front. She faced about and raised her parasol, and actually made passers-by shiver! That hand- some gown was loaded with jet and a sea-greet silk vest puffed out over it! My lady’s com- plesion was sallow and the gree made her look seasick, and under that red bat! Ugh! But that was not all. Madame’s hands were encased in red gloves. Regular Mephistopheles red it must have been, for it sneered so persistently at that red hat, And then her parasol! It was | one of the kind now “the rage.” Peachblow silk under black lace. Resting confidingly against the green vest a half dozen La France roses made faces at the othes reda, and madame’s fect were shod in brown! ‘The ensemble was awful. Yet the lady's toilet showed that taste and not money was the requisite needed to make her stylish. It is not the cost of the gown, nor the fit nor the fashion alone that stamp the woman of style, but details. One lapse in attention to the smallest detail will make a horrid jar, just as @ note struck out of tune mars the finest passage of music. Men smile when “symphony” in dress is sug- gested, but science asserts that color has sound so fine that the human ear is deaf to its ex- isite melody and the artistic sense acts rough the eye, giving the “impression of sound.” Strictly speaking, then, there are symphonies, harmonies, fantasies, reveries, nocturnes and studies in dress just as in music. and who ehall say there are not burlesques and. comedies, farces, tragedies, nightmares and delirium tremens? A BURLESQUE ON GooD TASTE. That woman in four shades of red was tragedy, for the reds, like regular anarchists, killed each other, and combined with her other prismatic adornments madame was a good eal of a burlesque on good taste. Aslender, sinuous demi-blonde seen in the ‘mall last Sunday was a reverie in soft browns and ivor Beside her danced a fantasy in red. the rich bright red of the carnation, from her kid boots to the quivering crepe bows on her broad hat, ‘A symphony most exquisite was a cream and I suppose there is a | attr. I know | Neither slender, well-formed | skirt and two trim feet in brown suede walking shoes and a gaping hole in the heel of her seal- brown hose. A lady with the same party wore aremarkably handsome “tailor of im- = cloth, and the trained bell skirt was stened two inches too far to one fg gan | the impression that the point of the waist an the plaits in the skirt were looking cross- eyed at each other. Women are too careless of these little details, anvway. They wear face veils too short and Pinned stragglingly with brass pins or with a safety pin, as was seen on a really stylish lady in church recently. Titey neglect to adjust their headgear properly and present a re- markably tipsy appearance with a prim toque tipped over one ear. Buttons off of boots do do not trouble them in the least; shoe strings calmly drink atevery puddle or trip up the complacent wearer unheeded, while the shoes bly for blacking or varnish. White skirts embellished with three inches of mud on sloppy days are uncalled for, but com- mon. A whole dress binding seems to be a novelty, yet there is realiy no necessity for the | fringed and tattered appeagance of otherwise presentable gowns. Another reprehensible abit As that of sticking jeweled pins where a button | in the perverseness of inanimate things has effaced itself It calls double attention to the disabled garment. Gloves, too, have a tantaliz- ing way of ripping and shedding buttoms at inopportune moments. TO MIDE A TORN GLOVE. “Dearie, just run in and get mea dozen | Fores," said a lady to her husband, as they passed a florist’s one day last week. Yhy, good gracious, Jen! those roses are | marked $3.00, | “Can't help it, Will, this tiresome glove has ripped and it will never do to call on Gen. — wearing ripped gloves, The foliage of the roses | will cover it.” | And “dearie” got her the roses, while “Jen” | seemed oblivious of the fact that a pair of psi 9 res costing m leas than the rv would have harmonized much better with her ng spring suit than her soiled pearl | suedes, with a distressing rip up the finger. body has said + be the sccident of a moment, sign of premeditated poverty. mighty me ry stitches. The woman with thousands of dollars to spend upon her person will not present half as yk * the careful clerk who jjusting it and abso- ute cleanliness of mind and body are a woman's kirongest w tively few seem to MR. BOV ND THE MOWER. It Was an Unlucky Day When He Worked the Machine on the | From the New York Jawn mower?” queried Mra. B on earth pos wed you to 1 reasons, Mrs. Bowser. 5 on lawn mowing this summer and I want the exercise. Teoald have gota health lift, but I thought I would combine business with pleasure. Always kill two birds with one stone when chance offers. | TM work upa muscle in ac: of weeks to yastonish you. The doctor says it's exactly whet I need.” t I wish yon hadn't bonght it.” t's you ton dot! Always in opposition thing I do! That's why we take omfort as a family! The only thing shad nothing more to kay, THE OLD BRICK OVEN. How Cooking Was Done in the Early Days— Mome Paperiences. From the Troy Times. Every Saturday, long years ago, my mother used to bakein a brick oven. We had a stove in | the kitchen, but its oven was imperfect, so she | clung to the brick one, The boys brought in the long oven wood. It was heated to perfection. When the wood was reduced to coals and the | coals were mostly taken out the temperature | was tried, not with « thermometer. for these in- struments were then searcely known, but with the hand. If the hand could be bel therein while its owner counted thirty the oven was just right for the proper baking of pies If the | hand was scorched the | few minutes to coot cake came the bread, and then (for we Connecticut Yankees) the pot of beans and the loaf of rye and Indian bread were put in to bake for the Saturday night's Sunday dinn where in many parts of our land. bean have the © fa . never did nese or brown bre : - TO BRING THE MOON CLOSE To Us. |A French Savant Proposes a Gigantic Crystal Mirror. From the London Daily Chronicle. M. Francois Deioncle,a French savant, and deputy for the Basses Alpes, has a marvelous Project in hand which he hopes to see com- pleted in time to astonieh mankind at the Paris exhibition of 1900. Though the moon is 240, 000 miles distant from the earth, M. Deloncle | thinks he can construct an apparatus which will | enable us to examine that luminary at very close | quarters. | The idea has been expounded by the author | befare a French scientific society, and M. Del- oncle says, in substance, that the only obstacle toa close observation of celestial bodies is the relative imperfection of instruments, and that all that is required is an enlargement and im- provement of the present instruments. Astron- comers, says M. Deloncie, have reckoned that the image of the moon can be brought quite | close to the earth by means of a crystal mirror eight meters in diameter, but which, owing to | the thickness required, would we eight tons, He has consulted various | in Paris and they are prepared to execute the work before the year 1900. There remains, however, the question of the | structure which would be ‘required to hold this | gigantic mirror, and upon this point M. Maunce Loewy, a distinguished French astronomer, says that while in principle M. Delonck | scheme is possible, there are enormous ditfcul | ties in the way of its realization, the chief | which, so far ns the exh | that the a | tain about two n height cure the proper atmospheri | this and ‘other difficulties family brick oven. ‘On extraordinary occasions, parties, training days, we ‘id Nance was called in to bake caterer, an ow tar ext black face ting cake #he would make! ral meats she would bake! dram was always set ay w limber ber tongu A tossed it off rw, Afri What palatable Her mudmorn- jsars M. Loewy, there would be some vers re-|_ Buke kettios wore Sased_to Sw markable results, for it would be possible to | brick ovens. To this day tin clearly distinguish in the move: objects | southern plantations. 7) bout the size of a four-story house, ove — wit . placed up a comls so that alike r Ld Wake rteake were baked rd tilted in front of the fire upon the The turning of these cakes f-hand trick ine but my mother it ugh. ‘Small tin bakers on sides, were afterward substituted for the j cake board. At CASE. Johnnyeake 1 ou Breaking It Would Have Taken All From | the Contestants. ‘rom the Boston Tray, the famous legal complications which | essed managed to involve in its intricacies quite a number of notable men For y Years one of the law of sin the old Joy by a veteran lawyer "Brown. Quite late in life this old gentleman was married to one of his | clients, who not long after died. When her will | oven. The oven w. | was opened it was found to have been made | from the shed on Pri shortly before her marriage. By it she be-| ten rears of a | ally all her property to her in- | *HPPers winter's da nd, giving small bequests to i tno | and to public charities, and also wood caught in |membering her husband's nephew, J. Q. A. | #kin. whom she named, with him, as execn- The will was witnessed by Albert E. Pills- deftly three Istove in my fath d we had a larg dtoward the top so as to admit of a wer. This baker was set over the lids of p xtowe, in w My mother al tung. how, od had to be 6 the brick br My youngest broth Friday mgaged my «tx! aid him afternoon of r Lib, | ten¢ younger than she, but can »w we all screamed and ran into the room where my mé | party. She was a woman quick perceptions, and ax she saw the blood and heard the screams she broke her thread from (th and ina second sewed up the torn evel rans mt the Back | frightened brother ran for the surg e amount of land: in Kansas, | be came he said pu have saved that John D, Long and | Child's ey executors retained |, The modern stove, with its improved oven, 13.0. Teele. ‘The will was | found its way into our houseand the brick oven ate court and an appeal | Stdually fell into disuse, aia cieea | i Cookery in these latter days has become « Trani ths oxnanbinrs pte science. “Cook books leave no room for guess work. We no longer mix our ingre: said whe made her brown. bread tin what meal I think I will need what rye the meal will bear; next a good-sized of salt; next a little flour. a trifle of Molasses and as much water or milk as I think it wants, and then bake it till I see it is done. Some women have such an aptitude for cook- ing that dishes will turn out well even though put together like stray pieces of silk in a crazy and of und) its they filed stated tl | among the proper i= : | The Stillm A Charles R. Train in the taken to the Si wet aside fall ben ‘on it was settled was this: By the when there is no will the prop- to her husband. The ting to break a will, . Would have left them nothing while tl ingatee un ‘the will to preserve it intact, when he was | sure to get more by having the will broken. | The consequence was that he settled with the for th war figh | after dinner Mr. Bowser m: . He got into an the lawn mower int it up, and lo te 1 suit of 10 the bac fa! This is what'll give a man muscle, Only costs e had go: when the machine stopped suddenly. | Mr. Rowser. He stopped so suddenly that his | feet left the ground and the handle of the mower just missed his chin on an upper cut. ‘Strick a post, ch?” he muttered, as he in- stigated and found one rising about Fix inches out of the earth. “That's all right, |however. I didn’t expect to mow down posts | aswell as grass. Seems as if my muscle was | working up a little already. He dodged the post and headed for the back fence, and his countenance had just begun to beam again when there was a great clattering and the machine stopped. “Oyster cans!” he growled, as he kicked two | or three out of the grass, | “She's probably | watching me, and she’s probably tickled half to | death, but I'd mow this yard if it was full of deadly torpedoes.” He reached the fence without farther mishap, | leaving a trail behind him as crooked as a ser pent’s, but at the first dash he made on his re- turn journey something happened again. The hine stopped with a bump, and Mr. Bowser itched forward over the handle and brought | up in a heap on the ground. ws, Lhope to never draw another breath \if I don't slaughter somebody for this!” he yelled as soon as he could get his breath. He was going to jump up and kick somebody | or something, but it occurred to him that Mra. | Bowser might be looking, and he sat up and looked around and pretended to rest. ‘othing could be seen of Mrs. Bowser, how- ever, and after a couple of minutes he got up and’ moistened his hands for a fresh start. Everything went as smooth as grease for the | next twenty feet. Then the mower picked up a | hundred feet of stovepipe wire and waited for results, “That woman's hand again!” hoarsely whis- pered Mr. Bowser, as he saw what was the mat- ter; “but I wouldn't give in now if I knew that death wasn’t two rods off! It took him ten minutes to clear away the wire. When this had been accomplished he pulled off his coat and vest, glanogd up at all the back windows and there was a dangerous light in his eve as he gripped the handle, drew along breath and went At the fifth ste Mr. Bowser’s right foot found a post an followed it up until he fell forward on his stom- ach and ploughed along the grass. His first thought was to get up and kick both line fences down and make a bonfire of the splinters, but as he siowly reached his feet a better idea oc- curred to him. He picked up the mower by the handle and raised it over his head and anded the earth with it until nothing but the Eandle was left. ‘Then he gathered up wheels, ratchets, fiues, pulleys, cylinder heads and low-water indicators and toseed them over the back fence and walked into the house. ‘Mra weer sat and looking very innocent and humble, but he was not to be deceived. Standing before her in his sternest attitude he So did i | Inte with satista patchwork. But the most of us want an exact rule, We want tobe sure we can count the thirty before we place our pies in the wen. Hence the value of cooking schools ands of excellent cock books, | thongh pupils at cooking schools are apt to be like Miss Jennie, who last year wished to learn the mysteries ‘of the art. She took a course, but asked how long she baked her bread she replied: “I do not know, for Susan baked it.” When questioned about ‘the quan- tity of butter in her cake she answered: “Susan fot the butter for me.” So it was Susan's read and cake after all, THE ARIZONA KICKER. The Editor Enjoys Mule Racing and Pistol Practice in a Manly Way. From the New York Sun, Tur Muze Race.—The great mule race which was advertised to come off last Saturday proved to be an exciting affair and the event of the sea- son. Itwasa Lone Tree mule called Cyclone against the well-known Thunderbolt, owned by the editor of the Kicker, ‘The stakes were for #100 a side and the distance one mile. Aw the editor of a great family weckly it is not beneath our dignity to own the fastest mule in the county, but the foreman of our office had entire charge of the animal after reaching the race track. The Lone Tree contingent figured they | had a sure thing of it, and when our mule came in three lengths abead they made a dash to carry off the stakeholder, As editor of the Kicker we were interested toa considerable extent in financial way, but ax mayor of the town and the acknowledged head of law and ord we railed in on general principles and left ru and desolation in our path. Only one of crowd got away unhurt, and that was bec: be started early. A chap called New Mexican Jim was the leader of the Lone Tree gang. Hix honor didn't have hold of him over eighteen seconds, and yet the doctors may it will be three weeks before he ix able roy! nage We -_ in this town. Our mule sions sures are, pay ators. Me aioe runs fair and for all there ixin him. If be loses we make no kick. If he wins we want the long green and are bound to have it. It was a pur up job to do us, but it didn’t work. Even our contem: , a mean as he is, can't find nerve enough to aympathize with ‘the Lone Tree crow ‘Tae Maxry War.—Three woeks ago, in writ- ing up some of the local characters of the town, we mentioned Col. Dick White as one of the crowd who had been here too long for hix health. Several shyster lawyers went to the colonel and encouraged him to bring a libel suit for heavy damages. He refused and sent us word to look out. We were ready in fifteen after we got the message, but the col- had to send_hix guns to the shop to be re- , make his will and fix up other litte It was not until Monday that he got ural heirs on his own terms. Unele Jerry” lived a number of years to re- ction the story of his triamph. re was no such contest over his will, for he ernor being his only heir and the adininistrator of his estate. coe ‘Tommy's Panishment, ma the Detroit Pree Press said Mr. Fosdick severely, “your | mamma says you have been naughty and I must | punish you. Come with me.” “What are you going to punish me with, pa asked Tommy as he accompanied his papa to an ‘With this strap.” replied Mr. Fosdick, pro- ducing a gad which Tommy remembered very distinctly, having seen and felt iton former occasions. The strap is made of leather, isn't it, ey make leather out of the skins of cows, "t they zl Yes, and the process is called tanning,which makes the tanning I am about to give you with this strap particularly appropriate,” “I saw a cow today, papa. “That's strange,” Ar. Fosdick answered sar- castically. “It had it's skin on yet, and when it came down the street a woman was afraid and came inside our gate till the cow went by. Idon't know what makes women afraid of cows, do | ‘You area brave manand am’t afraid of any- thing, are you, papa? I told Rats Robinson yes terday you could thrash any man on the street, Dae could wallop daylight out He couk ‘Well, I shoald think not.”” n't, could he, papa? ‘Of course not. That's what I told him.” It was quite right of you to stand up for “Oh, Lalways do. Do you know what Rats Robinson's real name is?” What is it? Nicodemus. I don't think much of a papa who would name his boy Nicodemus, do x ‘No, I don’ ‘some are found ‘Where do names come from, » , from different in the Bible.” aan ‘Did you hunt it in the Bible to give it to me when I was born?” “I knew it was there.’ ‘Ent in that big book in the parlor?” ‘Do you ever read the Bible, papa?” ‘Why do you ask me that?” “Because my Sunday school teacher says that everybody ought to read some in the Bible i Hi rove blonde as whe down the avenno in er carriage with ite green and ivory fin Her gown of green cloth was combined with lettuce green velvet, and her wide hat of crenin lace had long streamers of green, with blush roves nodding above., Her parasol ‘was ivory Ince over shelf pink, Ata noted reception last winter a superb brunette was a nocturne in filmy black lace and amber silk, with hints of sunset’s glow in the said: ‘Mra. Bowser, there is an easier way!” “Why, what do you mean?” ~ “Kill me off! If you are #o bent and deter- ‘mined to get rid of' me why don’t you polaon ‘m Re Chronicle expressed the opinion that if careful observation were made it would probably be i Fa my food or cut my throat when No explanation; not word! I understand situation perfectly and nothing youcan say will excuse your dastardly machingtions. “But didn’t I say 1 was—" jever! Never said a word! E iF found that insanity and nervous affections pre- vail most during periods of great magnetic dis- turbance. This opinion was the result of ob- reports of cases of sudden l { H et mermet roses she carried. At the same recep- tion a blondined creature, in bebe blue gown, with painted eyebrows, checks and lips, “wi Mra. Bowser! We will not discuss further. In the morning we will cable adjustment of difficulties and I with you to the train. There are Hd ei ie I ‘A visitor in the House gallery Louis XIV gown of Saas dered with gray far. shapely shoulders was Py ‘THOSE STREETY-SWEEPING TRAINS. A few dollars saved on dress goods for street- sweeping purposes and in ribbons on hats to wrap round necks and legs of surprised male could be itabl for Fag beet ory woman i | certainly save her some: ‘Look here,” said the severely, “didn't I Pralben pr pinoy Riesnesy seer iouae deet?'s rT i fr | i j # se (3 ¢ l &. F i uf i i 7 é f i i e Li % t | i any ee f [ i i z i i i & j it f Fest F f y bE | | 14 i i it E F f i f fr | iL k i ! il i Ht i fi fi & BE i il