Evening Star Newspaper, December 16, 1893, Page 15

PAEVERAL qi VERY LOYAL | American hopes to visit the city of; Washington at some time or other during his or her life, and many of them have that hope fulfilled. Of those who come a} gmall percentage re main permanently and a large majority regret that they, less | fortunate, are forcedto say gvod-bye to us| @nd our many notable possessions. } Speaking of visitors and objects of inter-| est reminds me that I have been impressed | with the notion that the average human | being files too high when he reaches Wash- | fmgton. Somehow all of us ordinary chap: simultaneously with leaving the cars that | bring us to the national capital, become | possessed of the notion that we have grown fm all ways. An inch or two has been add- ed to our stature, we eye the nickel-slot weigher as we realize that our weight has fmereased, and, full of satisfaction over a; belief that while in Washington at least we are liable to be mistaken for a’cabinet offi- cer, @ Senator or a member of the Hous: ‘we begin to argue with ourselves on the ad-| wisability of buying a new and larger hat. The First Week. It is the conceit, natural and therefore not heinous, which causes us to look only from | high altitudes and to see only big things | during the first week or two of our stay in| ‘Washington. Of course we see the great marble shaft—the city’s stupendous sun-dial | because wherever we may be we can't The Pick-Up Man. it, and of course we “do” the Capitol | and grounds, the department butld- and all the rest, while the guides and “do” us and all the rest. After the First Week. Thus it was that after becoming some- ‘what casy as to the city and its ways and means, I decided to look for the little thin ef interest; to come down from off my Perch and realize that at best we are ail of &s quite commonpiace. Accordingly I rush- @ from my hotel to catch a car to the Cen- tral market, to find the blamed thing a hundred yards away and going like the Chi- ago limited. I was annoyed, and asI stood on the curb listening to the tireless ma- ehine-shep rattle of the cable as it chased ftself along under the pavement, a museu- lar, roseate and oderferous chap addressed me with: “Say, Senator, will you heip me fo ten cents’ I haven't had re I interrupted him with the assertion that if he wanted something to eat I would ac- company him to a restaurant and buy him @ meal, at which he floored me with: “1 ‘wasn't askin’ for somethin’ to cat; 1 want 2 @rink! I haven't hac a nip yet this morn- in I donated ten cents for the man’s frank- mess and failing. at which the “Pick-up ian" lifted his long hook of iron ant jancing at me contemptuously, said: “!'ll 3 that old bum makes more every day than I do. He's worked a dozen guys like you within the past hour, and i'm giad of it." I thanked the caole catcher ror his sympathy aad added. “He told me frankly that he wanted a drink. He didn't try to fool me with any hungry dodge.” ‘, “Drink!” ejaculated the pick-up, “why, I'll bet he’s got a barrel of red liquor in his house. That man! Why, he owns the house he lives in and I wouldn't wonder 'f he had Money in the bank.” Just then another cur came along, and I found a seat behind a chep who was read- ing The Evening Star, thus getting a chance @t the head-lines. I saw that ten thous- and men out of work and money in Chicago @re being fed by that city; that tne govern- er of Michigan has issued 4 proclamation calling on citizens to nelp the upper penin- @ula miners; that the distreys among the oor of New York ts unparalleled; that a and concert for the benetit of the poor of Washington is to be given, and so on, and I unconsciously remarked: “A man’s an idiot who gives alms on street or to the house-to-house beggar. There Are Fraud “That's what!" answered the man in front @f me. as he dropped his paper to con- tinue: “I've just come from the Associated Charities, and I tell you they are doing a god work. For instance, my wife and my- eeclf, during the past week, have been giv- img food and cast-off clothing to a poor wo- @.an who told a most plausible tale of de- @ertion, inability to get work, large family @ children and the rest of it. We would not Rave believed her had it not been she ex- o she llved—in an alley only a m my home—giving num- is. That settled it. Such ent couidn’t be bogus, 2nd so we Bearoy x gave her some food and a few bits of cloth- pg, and toid ber to come again. Did she @o it? Must voluminousiy! She’s been to our house every day for a week, and got @cmething each time. Yesterday I reported the case to the Associated Charities, and today tb report to me that no such wo- Man ‘es where our protege described, and further, that the woman who duped us makes a regular caliing of the beggar busi- Bess, has no children, and that her hus- and sets 31.25 a day working on the rail- goad.” He Works for a Livnig. Congratulating myself that 1 was not the only person who had been imposed Upon by counterfeit objects of charity, 1 left the car and hurried across to the side- walk to hav2 my attention attracted to & short, stooping and tottering figure which was carried along by the wobbling shuttles of feet keeping time to the quick tappings of a pair of canes upon the fiagstones. “Pen-sills. pen-sills.” was the cry which @ame to me in piping, childish treble, and 1 saw the old blind pencil peddler. There was a sight, especially in these hard times, to do one gocd. Deprived of @ight, so that the trade learned in early Mfe was useless; weak and feeble and old, @o that the wet, muddy streets were a @mare and the chilling weather a discom- fort, this human being had sufficient pride and love for life to do his best to avoid being a public charge, and the best of us an do no more. I bought a coupie of pen- eils, and as I dropped 10 cents in the lit- tle receptacle which was between and en @d@junct wo his double-barreled pencil hoil- THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1898-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, NCID WT ENTALS der, I realized thet my white-bearded old merchant had perfect faith in humanity. He carries his wares within reach of all, and his money drawer is likewise without lock or key. “How’s business?" I asked, as the old ™man fumbled at his case to pick out the pencils for me. His reply was: “It’s pretty slow. Not so gocd as it used to be.” I waited to hear him add that he sup- posed the hard times had something to do with it, but I was disappointed. On the contrary, he changed the subjct by say- ing: “I think we're going to get some good Weather now, and if we do I guess trade "Ml pick up.” “Does the weather maxe much differ- ence with your sales?” I asked. “Only by keeping me off the street. 1 ain't so strong as I used to be, and can't and the wet and cold so well. Why, when I was a boy, wet and cold or dry and warm “twas all the seme to me, an’ I could do a da: work with any of ‘em.” Then the old chap told me how he lost his eyesight, and about how he had got along since that calamitous visitation, and when | asked him if sometimes he did not feel discour- aged, he replied no; when my time comes I'll be ready, nd as he hobbk away, feebly crying: “Pen-sills! pen-sills I saw that I was being eyed rather curious- ly by a policeman. Instantly I concluded I was being laughed at as a sentimentalist, and so I approached the peace guardian | with: “Do you know the old man?” “Yes, I've known him by sight for a long time, and I was glad to see him make a sale. All right? You bet he is! That is, 1 never saw him beg or steal or do anything wrong, and he seems always moving and trying hard to make a livin, Thoroughly ashamed of m: pecting the old man, I began to feel that it would be only square to overtake him and buy an additional couple of pencils, when I was addressed with: “Say, mister, can’t you give me some work to do, I’m from Danbury, Conn., and I’m broki Go to the Country Young Man. I asked the young man who stood before me how he happened to be in Washington, and he allowed that he came down to en- list because of hard times at Danbury. Then he explained that now that he was here and had seen and talked with some of the soldiers, he didn’t want to go into the army. He said he was willing to do any kind of work in order to hang on to the $1.75 he had in his pocket. “Then you're not entirely ‘broke,’ I added, and he continued: “No, an’ that's why I want work. I don’t want to be with- out a cent.” I asked my companion if he could milk @ cow and take care of horses, and he gave an affirmative answer, as he did when I asked if he knew about cutting wood and the care of poultry and livestock in general. Then I advised him to start afoot toward Baltimore, applying for work of farmers on the way. His objection to this was that he did not cere to be taken for a tramp, but when I told him there were tramps and tramps and that his face, clothes and manner would indicate that he was one of the other kind he said: “I guess it's the best I can do,” and disap- peared up 7th street. ‘The Cough Drop Man. ‘The sight of sc many people on the edge of want caused me to strike an economical streak and I concluded to walk over to 11th street. Hardly had 1 turned into F street when I noticed a man who stepped briskly, who had a somewhat jaunty poise to his hat and across whose shoulders extended a leather strap as though supporting some load in front. And he was singing. I tried to catch the words of his refrain, but couldn't do it, while the tune he chanted was so forbidding that I did not dare to overtake and pass him. As he reached the corner of F and 1ith streets he stopped. The Crossing Sweeper. Standing erect and without ieaning against anything, the man persuaded me that he was out for business, and vigorous and active about it. Then I ceught a :iny-sone recitation about somebody's cough drops. I had no cold or cough, put I wanted to talk with the apothecary and ao I asked for @ package of his goods. Incidentally I in- quired and learned that Washington is a great place for the obtaining of a choice vartety of throat and lung troubles; that our early evenings are insidious with their fogs and cold, damp winds, and that these coughs, if taken in time, may be cured with “these here drops.” The peripatetic doctor told me he had been in the business a good while; that his earnings have been fairly good and satisfactory; that the work is rather laborious, but that “it’s a heap bet- ter than workin’ fer somebody else at a dollar and a half a day.” e experience put a new Mea into my head, which, it seems me, might be use- ful during such times as the present. If one man may sell cough drops on the street, why may not many men sell many other remedies in the same manner?. Instend of cough drops, the peddler would cry: “Stom- ach drops! cures dyspepsia, heart burn, stomach burn, &c.,” or else he might cry: “Brain wafers! cures headache, nervous- ness, insomnia, &c.” The different ailments are almost innumerable, and they might all be cured on the streets. Hundreds of men might, in this way, find work. Leaving my cough drop friend, and rolling up my pants, I resolved to elaborate my plan as I walked and to lay it before the District Commissioners as a possible vehicle for carrying a part of the preseat hard- times load. I would be a philanthropist ard ~just then a small boy intercepted me at the crossing. He was colored, bright, fairly well attired and in earnest. In his left hand he held an old broom, while the other one was helc up to emphasize his claim that he had “‘been sweepin’ here all day to keep the crossin’ clean fer you all. Won't you gimme @ penny?” As he was the first self-elected crossings sweeper I had seen in twenty years, I humored him and continued my walk, con- does not, like the visitor to Washington, get up too high and so overlook small opportunities. 8 HATHA war. SEEN IN ALGIERS. Where French, Arab and Moor Pio- turesquely Mingle. A STROLL THROUGH THE CITY Many Types of Men Seen on the Boulevard. IN THE MOORISH QUARTER U. 8. 8. BALTIMORE, ALGIERS, December 1, 1893. Just 400 miles from the Rock of Gibraltar lies the modernized ancient town of Al- siers, half French, half Arab and Moor. It is snugly ensconced under the shelter of Cape Coeni, on whose heights stands the mosque-shaped Church of Notre Dame d'Afrique, the patron saint of the fishermen who throng the African shore of the Medi- terranean. Every Sunday high mass is performed in the open air on the overhang- ing cliff on which the church is mounted for the souls of the sailors lust in the sea that slashes against the rocks below. Rounding Cape Coeai he sees the town of Algiers, so long the stronghold of the pirati- cal Moors, covering the hillside with its Square houses of native white stone. From the green tree-topped hill to the smooth water below the white houses lie as if they had slipped down from the ridge and now rested as if they had piled themselves the one upon the other. The arms of stone that reach out from the shore to clasp the smooth harbor were made by Christian slaves far back in the days of the old Al- gerlan pirates, and through the narrow opening between them went forth in those bygone days the galleys that terrorized all Europe. By one of the stranger turns of Fortune's wheel, the descendents of these cruel Moors labored to finish the very break- waters on which so many Christian slaves had been employed. But we are close to the entrance, and even now pass between the ex- tremities of the arms of the breakwater. On our right is a weatherbeaten light house, and on our left an old fort with crumbling Walls beaten to a dull gray hue by wind and stor Once inside we lie in smooth water close to a fleet of lateen sailed feluccas, whose brown sails and browner fishing nets hang from their high yard arms in quaint festoons. Before us stretches out the high stone terrace whose broad top forms the Boulevard de la Republique, and under Whose arches all the commerce of the town {s done. A stumpy, double-ended boat paint- ed in half a dozen bright colors lands us on the long, broad quay of massive stone. Long rows of barrels filled with Algerian wine from the fertile vineyards of Bi half cover the quay. ¥ ee On the Boulevard. We climb up two long flights of stone steps and gain the Boulevard. It is 5 o’clock and all Algiers is out in its best bib and tucker to see and be seen—and these types of the strange life of this loop hole of the desert are worth being seen. Here Seunters a tall Arab whose rank is shown by the leng, brown camel's-hair cord bind- ing his “‘naik” to his tiat skull cap. His dress is that of the true wanderer of the desert. The flowing snowy “burnouse”’ Parts in front to show the white “gandour: which covers his body and is bound in close to his waist by a long sash of silk. Full six feet tall, with aquiline features and the Pose of a conqueror, the Arab of the desert at least is not a disappointment. He glances from side to side with fierce, curious eyes, as if he wondered at the Europeanized town that Moorish el-Djezair had become, and there is scorn in hig wonder. But this same civilization is not always powerless before Savage virtue, for here is an Arab of the town, a small mercNant, with clothes of the familiar Zouave ‘cut, a Turkish fez and, horror of horrors, white cotton stockings and European shoes. He is standing in the doorway of his little shop, bargaining with a very voluble Frenchman, whose tall silk hat shakes with every vehement nod of the head beneath. Both are talking at once in what seems to be a hopeless endeavor to fix a price for the rol! of silk the Arab holds in one hand. A stranger figure yet is that of a half-starved Kabyle, who stalks along. A peak on his coarse came!l's-hair burnouse covers his head as with a monkish cowl, and he peers out from under it with wolfis! eyes at the throngs of people sitting in the many cafes that almost line the Boulevard. Little chairs and tables fill the sidewalk and even Pre-empt a goodly portion of the street in true Parisian style; for we all take our tone from Paris here in Algiers. Paris is Algiers as well as France. Let us turn aside and sit at one of the little tables and watch the crowd go by. Just across from our table a party of French officers are sitting, sipping their absinthe and discussing the state of affairs in the interior. To our right a couple of Turcos are drinking with a chasseur a Afrique, whose long, heavy saber rests on a chair beside him. A little farther off a Party of civilians, the women in the gowns of the latest Paris mode, form a strong contrast to the the street. As if to complete the bizarre scene, a ive cavalryman dashes down the wide street, giving us a glimpse of white naik, shading a lean, brown face and melt- ing into a snowy burnouse, that is in turn lost in the high red leather cantle of the Arabian saddle, : The Moorish Quarter, But it is not down here on the boulevard that we can find the native of northern Africa at bis best. Let us turn up one of the steep streets—if these narrow alleyways can be called by that name—that lead to the Moorish quarter. Up, up we clamber, until we find curselves in the Cas bak, a Quarter where the houses, clinging to the Steep hill side, seem to lean the one toward the other for support. Few windows have } and those few, cov- crossed again and ugain bars, so as to efectually mide ail view of tner interiots irom tne passers-by. ‘whe avor- ways are arcned ana carved im that quaint fasnion we term arabesque, and their por- tais are niled by massive wooden doors, studded witn large iron bolts, and having near their top litue barred windows, througif which the cautious warder may scan tne stranger seeking admittance before he draws back the many bolts that secure the door at foot, head and middle. At one of these doors stands a water carrier, on whose shoulders rests one of the iarge earthen pots which these people have for centuries used for carrying that precious liquid—water. Rarely does a European enter one of these jealously guarded doors, but, fortunately for us, a little farther up we find one ajar, and catch a glimpse of an ample court yard, in whose center plays a fountain, shaded by palms and shrubbery. All is white within. Even the pillars surrounding the court have their delicate carving almost filled in with coats upon coats of white- wash. The Arab Women. Down the narrow lane in which we stand come a couple of Arab women, carefully rolled up in numberless yards of white muslin; the yash mak of thin white muslin, although it hides all but the eyes, conform- able to Mohammedan custom, Is still so thin as to be transparent. Doubtless its degree of thickness depends largely on the features of its wearer. As to the rest of the costume, it is a complete disguise, and in it all look alike, young and old, rich and poor. They pass us just as we reach a cross street, from whose recesses emerges a Jewess in all the glory of gold-thread em- broidery and gold ornaments. These Jewish women must carry their dowry on their per- sons. This one was decked out in a gor- geous gown of heavy brocade, with a breast- plate of stiff gold embroidery; her head was covered by a gold-embroidered black silk handkerchief, held in place by a resplen- dent scarf; around her neck she wore a heavy necklace of gold coins—probably the balance of the dowry after paying for the opening down the street from which the fair Jewess emerged, the scene changes from gloomy houses with black walls to a street of little shops in whose doorways sit their proprietors chattering with the p: ing buyers. One Arab holds his little son on his knee and ts stirring to adjust the long sash that finishes the Moorish toilet. As the little fellow espies us he jumps down and starts to run across the street ' to get a better view of oddly dressed strang- ers. His father hauls him back by the long lend of the scarf, spinning the youngster d@ as the sash unwinds like a top of somewhat unusual size, Next door is one of the coffee shops so plentiful in every room with a divan filling either side and leaving only a narrow passage between. A dozen grave Arabs are sitting cross-legged on the diven drinking their little cups of coffee and smoking their nargilehs. The Coffee Maker. Just at the door is the charcoal fire of the coffee maker, over which he is making our coffee in a little tin pot with a long spout. First he heats his water until it is boiling. Now and then he puts in the finely powder- ed coffee with a little sugar and lets it rest @ moment before he pours it out into the tiny cups. Our coffee is black and very thick, but of an excellent fiavor, and we sip it in leisurely fashion as we watch the strange scene around us. Some of the pa- trons of the cafe are looking straight in front of them, smoking end sipping their coffee in an abstracted manner as if their thoughts were far away. Others less digni- fied gaze curiously at the mad Americans, and doubtless many scathing criticisms of us animate their low-spoken conversation. They are great story tellers, these Arabs, and over their little cups of biuck coffee and their cool nargilehs relate wonderful tales of adventures in Abyssinia, the Bag- dad of these new Arabian Nights. ‘The nar- gileh lends itself readily to che narration of marvels, for with its long stem yonder old Dhelk can emphasize the wonderful teats of his hero and from its fragrant depths he ore fresh inspiration with each deliberate puff. But let us turn away from Moors and ; Arabs and seek the European quarter. What a difference between the cool grounds and frank-faced houses of Mustapha Superior, as the cluster of villas on the: heights called, and the barred houses of the Moors, through whose high walls fresh air and sun. light enter only through narrow slits. A splendid road leads down into the town, winding around the steep hill side until it meets that same boulevard from which we started out. It is dark and the lights on the harbor STUCK ON THE TANGLE-FOOT. Owing to an Unfortunate Incident Mrs. Noodles Loses a Visitor. “My dear,” said young Mrs. Noodles to her most intimate friend, “Mr. Potifex has not been here to call since I&st spring, and my opinion is that he will not come again. “Why not, pray?” “Oh, it is quite a sad story. Mr. Noodles tried to blame me for the occurrence, but I was certainly not responsible. If it bad jmot been fly time the thing would never have happened.” “Fly time?” “Yes; otherwise the fly paper, which caus- ed the mischief, would have been absent It was only a single piece of it, about a foot and a half square, which I had put on the window sill in the parlor. It was the Kind, you know, that relies not upon poison, but upon its stickiness for purposes of cap- ture. I bought two pleces, but the cat ven- tured incautiously upon one of them. When I next saw the animal it seemed to be fair- ly covered with small scraps of paper ad- hering so closely to her tur that we were obliged to give her a bath in hot water in order to get rid of them.” “Did you ever!” “So, as I was going to say, it was the other piece that I had placed carefully on the window ledge. Bridget was dusting the same morning in the parlor, and, to facili- tate her operations, she put the fly paper for a moment on the divan. It was not the spot I should have selected, but servants are sometimes eccentric, you know. bhe was interrupted in her task by a ring at send their long beams of red and green and white across the water. Down two pairs of stairs and we find ourselves once more on the quay, ready to take boat again and say good night to the ancient Moorish stiong- hold. HORACE MACZARLAND, — + e+ —_____ A TRUTHFUL MAN, He Would Not Rom: ing Hi» Life’ From the Detroit Free Press, He wasn’t a tramp exactly, but he was neatly one. He had struck the merchant for $1 and the merchant was rather interested in him, “I don't see,” he said, “why you go about asking for money or help, You are an in- telligent man, and I should think you could get something to do.” “I don’t know about that.” was the de- spondent rejoinder. “The Lord knows I tried hard enough to get along before I lest my heart entirely.” “What do you do?” “Well, a little of everything, I had some money and I thought I'd go to raising rice in South Carolina and show those people dcwn there how to do it right. I knew it all, of course, and one day a man came along selling a new brand of rice. He was a nice looking man from New York, and I liked his style, He liked my style, too, he said, and would sell me the exclusive right to handle hig stuff in South Carolina. It was something new—a seed that could not be exposed to the light, but that would yield three times as much as the old va- rieties. That was what I was looking for, and very quietly I took it in, paying $200 for the right and four sealed cans of seed, I did all the work at night, and when it was finished 1 sat down to wait and chuckle over my enterprise. But I waited and walt- ed and nothing came, and one day I looked into the old cans and found I had been stuck with some mean little wheat grains, and you might just as well try to raise icicles in the bad place as to ruise wheat in a South Carolina rice swamp.” “That was bad juck,” said the sympathiz- ing merchant. “So 1 thought, and I left the state and Went to raising cattle in western Kansas. Hadn't more than got my herd set out be- fore a cyclone came along and blew every horn of {it over into the next county, and when I went after my stock a pious cowboy who had gathered them with his own informed me that they had been sent to him by Providence and he'd like to see any son of a gun try to take them away. As he had a Winchester and a lot of friends with him, I didn’t see my way clear to in- terfering with the ways of Providence, and 1 left the country.” “it's pretty hard when Providence goes jo roma @ man,” ventured the merchant, indly. “Yes, but that Isn't all,” said the discon- Sclate one. “With what little I had left I went to Pennsylvania and bought a water- power grist mill in the mining regions, I fixed {t up with new machinery and for a while it looked as if my luck had changed and I was going to come out on top at las “But one night a big mine lying under the stream that gave me my mill power caved in or sunk down just enough to change the lay of the land, and, by gum! the water began to run the other wif, and when I got to the mill in the morning the water gates were open and my mill had been running backward until every blame Wheel was busted and the whole shebang was a wreck.” The man wiped a tear from his eye. “Then it was,” he went on, “that my ice Even in Tell- Sorrows. groups of Arabs who throng |. Mohammedan town. Entering, it is a long heart broke, and I lay right down and quit. Now, do you blame me for what I am doing?’ The merchant gave him $2 and the man was in a@ police court next morning. +o+_____ PRACTICAL GIFT TO HARVARD. James A, Gari; to Provide Four Series of Art Lectures, James A. Garland of New York has ar- ranged a practical gift to Harvard in the form of four series of art lectures, for which he will pay all the expenses. Mr. Garland has already given to the Harvard University Museum $25,000 worth of rare gems. He is not a Harvard graduate, but he is educating his son at Cambridge. By his gifts four courses of free public evening lectures on art are to be given this winter, the aim being to add to the his- torical treatment of art the finished treat- ment of professional experts. The lecturers will be Edwin H. Bastfield, artist and mas- ter of decorative art in its highest sense; Thomas Hastings of Carrere & Hastings, architects, who are the designers, among other large buildings, of the hotels at St. Augustine, Fla.; F. Hopkins Smith, whos illustrations and stories for the magazines have made his name familiar in every household, and Prof. John C, Van Dyke, the art critic and lecturer of Rutgers Col- ae Blastfield’s lectures are to be upon the Renaissance, Mr. Hastings’ upon archi- tecture, Mr. Smith's upon illustrative art, outdoor sketching, processes in black and white, &c. Prof. Van Dyke will give six lectures on Renaissance painting. ——___+0--___ FOLLOWING PRECEDENT. Old Bill Botts Had Found the Heathen Chinee Not at All Accommodating. From the New York Herald. A good, honest fellow in his way was Rill Botts, but he had never had an oppor-unity 0 study moral philosophy as ‘aught in the colleges and universities. He came from Biddefcrd, in Devon, and very likely some of his ancestors had helped Drake “wallop” the Spaniards. He had followed in their footsteps by enlisting in the navy to fight for his queen and country whenever called upon to do so. When he returned from a voyage to China he brought with him a present for a gen- tieman who had been very ind to his old mother during his absence. It was a curi- ously fashioned Chinese garment made of bits of a species of straw strung together. “Plase, sir, you must excoos un veer torn,” he said bashfully when ne present: “the Chinaman wouldn’t part with un He had run across a Chinaman wearing it somewhere in the streets of Hong Kong, and the unfortunate Celestial not under- standing his summary request to “Hand that over here,” he had simply yanked it off him. To the suggestion that his conduct had hardly been consistent with strict honesty he replied: “Beggin’ your pardon, sur, he wuz only a haythen, an’ I never heard that taking things from a haythen counted as stalin’. “Well,” replied his friend, “ if many ilh trious Englishmen had not acted on that assumption I don’t know where the British empire would now be, so I'll keep the heathen garment.” Se ee Knabe Pianos, 817 Pennsylvania avenue. P. Tschatkovsky: Combine with great vol- ume of tone a rare sympathetic and noble tone color and perfect action.—Advt. the door bell, and a moment later she came upstairs with the card of young Mr. Potifex. Meanwhile the visitor had walked into the rior, which was darkened, and had seated eked “On the divan?” “Exactly so. He rose to greet me as I en- tered, and we had a very pleasant conversa- tion. Some charitable work in which he took an interest had brought him. At the end of half an hour's chat he got up to go, and I then observed that a large sheet of what looked like brown paper adhered to his trousers behind. I recognized my fly paper at once. Mr. Potifex was wholly un- conscious of it until I called his attention to the circumstance.” “Goodness! What did he say?” “Oh, he was very polite about it, though it must have cost him much self-restraint Not to swear, because the trousers he wore were quite new and very handsome. ‘vhat is to say, they had been handsome, but when the fly paper was detached the seat of them was covered with the horrible sticky stuff. I declare that I could have died with mortification. Mr. Noodles bei: upstairs I called him down. He seem: rather amused than otherwise, but sald that | T° he could remove the stains quite easily with chloroform.” “Chloroform?” “Yes; you know that Mr. Noodles takes @reat interest in collecting spiders. He el- was keeps a good-sized bottle of chloroform on hand to kill them with. So he took the unfortunate Mr. Potifex up to his own den and | Guwag st to apply it. After awhile I hr them both go down stairs again, and my husband informed me that he had ‘tixed him up nicely,’ as he expressed it. Such proved to be the case, in fact.” “The chloroform took it out?” “Most of it, at all events. But, being rub- bed on very hard, it took all the skin off underneath. J understand that Mr. Potifex was obliged to eat his meals from the mantelpiece for three or four days after- ward. Perhaps you will agree with me in thinking t the affair may be accountable for the fact that he has not called upon us since.” -—$—$_—- 990 ROSINA VOKES’ ILLNESS, From the Stage Forever. Rosina Vokes is confined to her room in the St. James Hotel, and for most of the {ime to her bed, says the New York Times. She is a very sick wcman, and the fact that she continued to play until last Sat- urday, when she fairted on the stage in Washington, is a tribute to her remarkable will power rather than to her strength. Her disease is rapid consumption, and it is Playing sad havoc with the popular actress. Since arriving in New York on Sunday she has been obliged to deny herself to her best friends, and no cards are sent to her. Her husband, Cecil Clay, is a constant at- tendant at her side, and she has the best of care that money can command. It is the intention of Mr. and Mrs. Clay to sail for England Saturday if Mrs. Clay rallies suffi- ciently to be moved to the steamer. If not, they will take the first steamer possible after Saturday. The Rosina Vokes Company has been dis- ‘banded, and all its members, with the ex- ception of M. Marius, are now in New York city, without an ement. A plan was formed by Clarence Fleming, Miss Vokes’ manager, to continue the tour booked, but this has fallen through. The scheme was for Ffolliott Paget, another English actress, to take Miss Vokes’ place, and to run the 01 ization on the commonwealth ries to be paid proportionately from the nightly receipts. Mr. Marius, however, was offered an engagement by John H. Russell as stage manager of his “Comedians,” and his acceptance broke the ranks of the com- pany and the scheme was abandoned. Clarence Fleming, who has been Miss Vokes’ manager for the past nine years, will manage the tour of Edward Vroom, in his new version of “Ruy Blas,” beginning January 8 Speaking of Miss Vokes’ col- lapse, Mr. Fleming said: “ She has contin- ued acting without rest against the advice of her friends, and the result was foreseen @ long while ago. Four years ago I tried to induce her to confine her work to aiter- nate years, but her love for America was so great that she was never happy away from it, Last spring again an effort was made to induce her to rest this year and return to America next season. She could not bear the notion of breaking up her company, however, which has always been like a family party, and she refused to listen to advice. She has kept on playing for the sake of keeping her company together until her strength has utterly given out, and it is not at ‘all probable that she will ever play again.” ———_—__+e-+___ ‘Written for The Evening Star. To Melpomene. Hor. Odes, III, 30. A monument more lasting than of bronze, A pyramid of more exalted height Than regal palace have I proudly raised. Which neither wasting storm nor raging wind, Nor years in endless series rolling op, Nor flight of ages ever can destroy. I shall not altogether pass away, My greater part shall be exempt from Death, My fame renewed by ages yet to come Shall ever rise so long as Rome's High Priest, The Vestal Virgin silent by his side, With solemn step ascends to Jove’s great sbrine, It shall be said, from lowly birth made great, ‘That I was first to sing Acolian verse Unto Italian measures soft and sweet, Where Aufidus pursues his rapid course, And where King Dannus reigns o'er rustic men. My muse! © take the noble pride allowed To worthy ones and kindly bind my Jocks With wresths of laurel from the Delphic shrine. Ek WwW. Pelion Tule w seer A Deadlock, From Harper's Bazar. “What is this?” “A young man of the period. Is he not a work of art?” “He is, indeed.” “Is he engaged?” “Yes.” “To whom?” “To a young lady of the period, who loves him deeply.” “And when are they to be married?" And why not?” “She will not marry him until he has paid his debts, and he cannot pay his debts until a Looking Ahead. ‘Willtam (at his history lesson).—“I'm I wasn’t born a hundred or two hi will have to study!” HE reg Christmas c ung folks is yc ‘s aaniphan to ST. NICHOLAS MaGa- ZINE, now beginning the very greatest in its mew Itine toon one by the addition of 200 pages in the val- any other kind of a because it comes twel times as often. It gives them a Christmas every 4 Reswed Faccomin gf tae Handomr to those whe with $e use ST. NICHOLAS as © If you wish to use ST. NicHOLAs for Christmas, send $3.00 to lishers. Ask for a year’s subscripti = — month. Christmas number and get Novem! Future numbers will go to the Make St. the money. NEW PUBLICATIONS, RIDERS OF MANY LANDS. By Theodore Ayrault Dodge, Meatenant colonel. U. 8. 0) » brevet army, styles of equestrianism and indulging here and there in comments of the breezy and enjoyable sort as to incidentals which would surely have escaped the eyes of most investigators. Col. Dodge's conclusion that “this country of ours is the home excellence of horsemen.” The Briton, of breaking, training the best Arab is not as European or American; the best light cavalryman in the world; Australian is a close second to our rider; but in the hi horsemanship—distance are unapproached., AMERICA’S ADVERTISERS Who where md are, how yy a and what they are doing ai Dresent tine; together aay aad I. as to va- rious lines of trade. New York: ‘National Advertising Co. A volume that to persons interested in ad- vertising is but little, if any, short of indis- pensable. Contains a vast amount of in- formation closely pertinent to the subject indicated by the title. Opening up with an interesting historical sketch, in which the Srowth of advertising is cleverly treated, it gives a detailed description of the general advertising houses in this country, and then proceeds to tell how they advertise and what medicms they use, how much they spend and how they spend it, the of those who have been successful and to what they attribute their success, how they start- ed, what their plans were and how they grew, how certain advertisers started upon the wrong basis, pursued the wrong course, and either met with failure or made a change of plans; to what the great adver- Users of the country attribute their success, how advertisers of the present day can profitably employ the principles used by suc- cessful advertisers of the past to their own advertisers of the pres- advertising in the past and how tt can be made in the future, how vast fortunes have been squandered by fruitless attempts in the wrong direction, and how to do success- ful local advertising; with much other val- uable matter. ESSAYS ON ata pear agg OF L., author of “The U of Political Mistory,”" and ~ Co. Washington: W. In a terse preface Prof. Smith states his general position so plainly that the critic is almost disarmed at the outset. He declares | small himself to be a liberal of the old school as yet unconverted to state socialism, who looks for further improvement “not to an increase of the authority of government, but to the same agencies, moral, intellectual and economical, which have brought us thus fer, and one of which—science—is now Operating with immensely increased power.” He of- fers no panacea or nostrum, he says, and jooks for improvement, not for regeneration, which is rather @ relief when we remember how many there are disorder. The subjects dealt with are: “So- ‘Bland sent (Christmas A nm beginning with i ¢ certificate to present at Christmas, recipient NICHOLAS your Christmas THE Cenrury Co., 33 East 17th St., New York. = ] ih There ts nothing like it for PHILOSOPHY, STATES’ BOONOMY ties Batory ‘ot balionete”” toe "a rANO'S, iith and Pa. ave. mere encomium. The author has done his work perfectly; his prose is poetic and deals with a wealth of fascinating romance. enter month as a Christmas gift. “DOSE POYS.” By Frederics ‘author “The. Lageod othe, Mound,” 7 io! pvgchington Letters, &c, Washington: Jobe H Te i it viateell cue g clubs, the cheap book shops, will any child who has a thirst the potato. One's self-respect receives B constant chill by the neglect of his neigh- who are so much better off that one can not avoid wholly the spontaneous feel- ings of “envy, malice and all cial and Industrial Revolution,” “The \- bodies ase tion of Disestablishment.” “The. Political | & comm Crisis in England,” Empire,” “Wo- thout man Su ” “The Jewish Question,” brings “The Irish Question.” “Prohibition in Can- ne ada and the United States” and “The Onei- echtoek da Community and American Socialism.” honesty BIOGRAPRY oF LISI baad With critical” remuasks upsets CARCUAGE. cient and modern authors, apd some account women t of —_ Bemre fc = a cy into the is, a8 is evidenced in every com- Of the ‘world "BS! ur Macarfaur, Let 2 Of fbia city, author of (Eucat tion Jp Its Relation ors W. H. Lowdermilk & Go. Eevecgou ae In his preface Judge MacA?thur says that “probably the most. illiterate persons in England were those* who first spoke and beard the English language. Its very ex- istence was threatened by Norman-French laws and forms of speech, but the old Saxon element was still a numerous body, and Te- | He fused to surrender its vernacular. The two { races were ultimately blended into one peo- ! ple, and their language was the nat history of that alone. ten for philological scientists, it itself to the average reader. mirable production. GRANNY'S WONDERFUL OF FAIRY TIMES, Not writ- commends | It is an ad- CHAIR AND ITS TALES By Frances Browne. Ii- 1 lustrated by Marie ‘mour Lucas. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co, : Wm. x, jasbington: Wm. Ballan- | i Nearly forty years ago “Granny’s Won. | derful Chair” was so popular that it went! out of print. Then it was lost for many years, and, although diligent search was made for it, it remained lost until 1880. | Now it reappears, in better form than any it has previously known, to charm thou. | sands of youngsters. As he shot into the editorial arena he | wipea his bald head with his gaudy silk handkerchief. “I want to be attacked,” he said as he winked at the answers to correspondents editor. “The man who attacks people and who sheds the innocent gore of indignant read- ers who have had their names spelled Tong in the paper can be found down the passage, second floor on the left,” said the mild young man, who was indicting an answer to Julia B.'s request for a recipe to remove freckles from her ear. “You misunderstand my meaning, young man’” said the stranger as he dived into his et and produced a 6 by 8 business THE STORY OF Ang Patrexce. B: Sary D. ed go which was printed: “Grandma's Atilc Treasures? ee ae Tt , "s Memories, -. Mustrated by F. C. Gordon. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. ‘Washington: Wm. Ballantyne & Sons. ” A romance told in rhyme and artistically Mlustrated. The “old, old story,” with its vand 5 happily. beau- ye curt sorrows; ending ly. A DaYs. » EL ited TOLD BY THE SUNBEAMS AXD Written by Helen Burnside, Mary Dickens, M. A. Hoyer and others. Edited y. mong hg 53 a by Helen others. "New York: Raphuel Tuck’ & Sons “aLL BUT ONE.” TOLD BY THE FLOWERS. Stories by E. Nesbit, Florence Eilts len Marion ME, gE 1 | ‘Br and otbers. Edited KEaric Vredenburg. Ilustrated by Helen J E, Taylor, F. Taylor and Stories Nesbit, hers. New York: Rapbsel Tuck PEEPS INTO PICTURE LAND. Mustrated a. Pauline Luuter. New York: Raphael ‘ruck & ‘Sons. The four picture books whose titles pre- cede this have novel attachments, viz: Each @ picture to which the little folks are in- vited to write what they believe to be appro- priate stories. The prizes are large enough to tempt very many little boys and girls, but those who do not win will have full re- turn for their investment in the books alone. WILDING OF THE CITY BEAUTIFUL. B; a Biller, Cambridge: Stone & Kimball. If Stone & Kimball will only continue to give to the reading public such well-made ,,, Cheapest and all kinds of Family Domestic and Im- ported, at the Great Conti- nental Store and Home Sup- ply Em) um, es WASHINGTON AVE. | i f i i cent. having two wives living—one in the ceutiery, and the other hawking fruit Louis—the women flock to his thetr ies. Now, if you would write @ column saying that I had beau.iful daughters of one ot citizens, and my wife, for family, hed kept the horrid secret to her- self, it might draw Sanford’s customers my store. I'll go away for a few days, the sympsthy my wife will get will give my business a boom that will tide us over these dull days.” “You are not pelt ae much of a fool an yu_look,” said the or. *Srwell. that is —. here nor oe: You send up one of your young men some points as to my bad character from the bors. $ eighl Give me a whole column. Don't spare me. Say that i one wy oS grandmother chained in the cellar. F it on as thick as you haves ming to. I'll pay whole with s big books as this is they will reserve more than j line.