Evening Star Newspaper, December 15, 1894, Page 21

===, THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1894-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. CHRISTMAS CROWDS The Gay and Lively Throngs That Fill the Streets and Stores. SOME STUDIES OF A SAUNTERER Pictures Taken at Random From the Passing Holiday Panorama. MAKING HEARTS HAPPY Christmas times are certainly here. The busy streets, the crowds with bundle-filled Arms and faces bright with expectancy find pleasure, the store windows stuffed «with gay, beautiful and attractive articles, Vay rush, crush, bustle and confusion throughout the business section, all show that Washington has given itself over body and soul to the glorious holiday sea- fon and is reveling in its gladness and Blamor and galety. Today it began in rnest, and all next week, until the last fee stocking is hung up and the last Iit- restless, towzled head has fallen back A Busy Spot. on its pillow to get filled with Christmas eve dreams of Kris Kringle, the panorama Will pass rapidly by in time to a merry tune whose notes are human heart beats. ‘The same scenes have occurred every t week In December since Christianity ecame fully organized and began to win {ts battles for the betterment of the world; and the same custom of the giving of gifts that the wise men of the east estab- lished on Christ’s natal morn at the hum- ble manger in Palestine has been contin- ued and enlarged upon, until the soul is poor and wretched indeed which is not in- Bpired by the sentiment of the season. It would be pretty hard to find such a one in Washington, if the crowds are a criterion, or a peep behind chamber doors gives one evidence to go upon, for Christ- mas presents are not confined to articles sold in the shops by any means. Who can tell, for instance, the number of dainty, pink-nailed fingers that are putting the last embroidery stitches upon rlippers in- tended for feet that may perhaps tread in the same life path with the tiny ones that are tapping in time to her needle? Work of Dainty Fingers. Who can tell the quantity of shaving paper holders who are now drying their artistically painted backs in the sun pre- vious to being dispatched to youths whose wrists have not yet learned the manage- ment of a keen-bladed razor? Who can estimate the thousand and one other varie- tiles of home ‘manufactured articles that a@re now being made to gladden some near y An Attractive Window. and dear one on Christmas morning, and} what imagination is elastic enough to even | hint at the vast amount of love and af-| fect worked into the sweet remem- brances? The mere thought’ of all this heart work being done in the quiet of num- | ber! ho almost takes the breath eway and contemplation of the busy streets and their scenes scarcely inspire wonder after it, and such s hand in the shops and out of them. hurrying passer by is on a@ sentimental journey, and they put so much of their feeling into their purchases that the very bundle boys are unconsciously inspired to whistle merry tunes as they wrap them up. ‘A good place to study the people ts tn the toy department of one of the bij stores. That is where The Star man wen’ this morning. There was a world of extravangancies end novelties and a wilderness of moderate riced and familiar things that make chil- ren happy, and the crowd that filled all standing space selected and purchased ac- e & to their purses, for only the rich can follow their inclinations in such a Buy Me That. piace ns that. There were electric toys of nitricate pattern and wonderful powers; "@ engines drawing trains of cars 1 circular tracks and running like real railroads; there were dolls, conce: grapbophones, tha’ ask for mamma and papa an ot having the stémach ache; , Ina word, everything that in- Id manufacture and wealth d the f ‘lle, tly things to create a few hours’ fun in uptown nurseries quickly shattered by the ¢ . as their more humble bre rid of infantile amusemen the Me hren in which One woman, fur-clad and silk-gowned, escorted by one of the smiling pro- swept through the place with in- lent elegance, She merely nodded as ex- gance after extravagance was shown her, and thus showed assent to its pur- chase. Suddenly something caught her ®ye and transfixed it. A glad smile broke Ors, the dimples on her cheek, and her lips parted with pleasure. “Oh, I must have that for Ned,” she ex- claimed. “I remember how glad I was when Uncle Jack sent me one years and years ago.” It was a funny old jack-in-the-box, ridiculously bedizened and wearing a comical look of amazement on his face that had carried her back to her own child- hood, and made her lose all sense that she was performing a perfunctory duty in buy- ing her little ones Christmas gifts. She no longer had any taste for the new-fangled notions. She plunged into the old-time articles and she picked out the ugliest false faces, the noisiest horns, tin whistles that fairly shrieked, for she tried them herself, to the great amusement of the crowd, and when she was bowed out te her carriage she was a changed woman, and wondered whst had ever made her think that chil- d-en were a nuisance, “particularly at Christmas.” When We Were Young. Another woman came tn, and a man was with her. The fur trimming on her black coat was bald in places, and there were worn spots on his chinchilla over- coat. She asked the price of an engine and cars, and her lips quivered despairingly as the heavy sum was named. Then he whis- pered to her, and her eyes brightened. A big wooden boat painted gorgeously, and the exact tmage of Noah's ark, according to the juvenile idea, was passed over to the couple. Of course he had told her thi little Willie would just as soon have a boat as a train of cars, and, besides, he could have such fun sailing it in the bath tub and giving the animals a swim. Another sweet-faced woman purchased several simple toys, and one was a riding stick, with an impudent monkey's head at the end. The observer had one once, and he looked Into the woman's home and saw a little fellow riding it proudly up and down. Then he saw his little baby sister get hold of it and suck away until all the paint on the monkey was transferred to her system, and he saw the doctor come, and the silence in the household; and then he saw the baby outdoors again, thin and peaked, but getting well again, and saw the boy looking for his riding stick and not finding it any more, just as he did thirty years ago. Then the thought struck the observer that one Christmas and another he had come into pogsession of pretty nearly all the articles of moderate character that the toy department contained. He had carried that very gun over there; worn that very sword hanging by it; slid down Capitol Hill on that sled; ridden this hobby horse, until he distracted his grand- father time and time again, and scared the new cook from Virginia nearly to death with the identical false face grinning on the shelf just behind the pretty clerk with the ¢aestnut hair done up in a Gre- cian coil. It was wonderful how all those things had been resurrected and rejuvenated and gathered together again to make other little children glad. Mr. Lamont's Search. ‘Then his reverle was broken. Along came the proprietor again with a distin- guished customer, and The Star man won- dered what Secretary Lamont was going to buy for the Cleveland children, because he said he wanted to get something for them, as well as his other little friends. His gulde has a great fund of humor, as those, who know him could tell if his name was divulged. With a sly smile he picked up the exact counterfeit of a rooster, feathers and all, and when he set it down again it raised its head and crowed in excellent imitation of a barn yard chanticleer with the laryngitis. “How will that do?” inquired the pro- prietor. “No,” replied Mr. Lamont, with some- thing’ like a sigh. don’t tifink that would be appropriate to send to the White House at this particular time.” Then he selected lots of other things, JACK THE RIPPER Now an Inmate of an Insane Asylum in London. THE WORK OF A MONOMANIAC eo ee The Story of His Crimes and His Apprehension. HIS IDENTITY KNOWN From the Philadelphia Press. Speculation as to the identity of “Jack the Ripper” may still continue, but other speculation as to when he may be appre- hended, when he may reappear in his for- mer field of industry, whether the strangler of Denver is the original who stirred up London, have no longer any place in the public mind. “Jack the Ripper” at this moment is an inmate of a London insane asylum, and has been so confined for the past three years. The fact has been kept quiet for some reason, probably to conceal the man’s identity, for that is known to but very few people in London, and one of them, Dr. Forbes Winslow, who is the most famous insanity expert in Great Britain, is responsible for having discov- ered him and having placed him where his peculiar talent can have no oppor- tunity to display itself. : Dr. Winslow's Story. But let Dr. Winslow tell his own story, as he did to the writer of this article, one day last summer at his private office in a fashionable street off of Cavendish Square, “One morning opening my mail I re- ceived that letter,” said Dr. Winslow, pointing to a frame hanging on the wall of his office, in which was seen half a sheet of ordinary-sized note paper, and an envelope, bearing a stamp and a London mark, addressed simply to Dr. Forbes Winslow. The letter reads: “You will hear of me in a few days. Jack the Rip- per.” The writing is evidently that of a man who knows how to write, but who has disguised his style by using his left hand, probably. The doctor continued “You see when it is postmarked, which was previous to the first intimation that any such man as ‘Jack the Ripper’ existed. I opened the letter and read it without attaching the slightest importance to it, or thinking for a moment it would ever become in any way interesting or worthy of preservation, but as is my rather methodical custom, I threw the letter and its envelope with the others into a drawer I use for the purpose and gave no further thought to the matter until many weeks after, when the entire city was startled by the horrible murder of a woman and the discovery of a line of writing on the wall, over where the dead body was found, and which read, ‘I will gtve myself up when I have killed fifteen. Jack the Ripper.’ “You will remember that a stupid police- man rubbed this writing out, but the marks that were left were sufficiently distinct to show upon comparing it with my letter they were both written by the same hand. At once upon the fact being published in the morning papers that this murder had been done, and the singular name of ‘Jack * being identified with It, of recalled to my mind the letter I eceived. I hunted up the letter and went to the commissioner of police and laid the matter before him and then I went to the scene of the last affair and made a comparison between the writing I had and the hardly discernible outlines of that which had been upon the wall. + Would Not Aid Him, “I formulated an idea of the murders— it was sustained by later developments— and I asked the police to aid me or allow me to co-operate with them in finding out who the guilty party was, but for some unaccountable and inexplicable reason, they refused to do this. They obtained from me all the details of my idea and then refused to make use of them. Certain- ly I am not a detective, but my theory was the correct one, and, while the police them- selves had no grounds upon which to work, I felt they made a mistake in not co-oper- ating with me. “However, time passed along and more murders were committed, all of them marked by the same atrocious peculiarity and bearing indications of having been done by a man experienced In the dissec- tion or cutting up of human bodies. There were the evidences of an acquaintance with the use of the knife that were unmistak- able, and while these cuttings were simply for mutilation, yet they were made with such a precision and clear understanding of how they should be made that there was no doubt left in a physician's mind of the acquaintance on the part of the murderer with at least the rudiments of practical surgery. “The sensational stories of revenge being at the foundation of these crim or that they were the pastime of some irresponsi- ble foreigner who occasionally reached cur shores, were all well enough to amuse the masses, but those who looked into the mat- ter understandingly realized that the mur- dered women were victims of a monoman- jac, a man who was insane upon this one subject, and who had an uncontrollable impulse to commit murder come upon him at more or less regular intervals. “One day I was called upon by a lady, the wife of a physician in this city, and who, herself, had upor one or two occa- sions been a patient of mine, The lady was in great distress, and I saw that her nerv- ous condition was serious; she was un- questionably laboring under great mental excitement, and could hardly control her- self while in my office—so as to talk con- nectedly with me. Much to my surprise, instead of the usual conversation that transpires between a physician and his but the President and cabinet people all read The Star, and it wouldn’t do to tell what Secretary Lamont bought, because they might tell their children. Out in the streets again went the ob- server, and up and down through the throngs. St. Giles jostled St. James aside from the gem-filled windows of jewelry stores to feast his eyes on the unattaina- ble. Flushed faced young men leaned over the counters within uncertain about which beautiful bracelet would look most attrac- tive upon the whitest and roundest arm in the whole wide world. Sedate matrons and just budded maidens hesitated amorg the profusion of trinkets | before choosing remembrances for those who were near and dear, and a plaintive voice at the elbow begged a few pennies, “for Christmas, sor,” and went off with the reply to get his Christmas—but it makes no difference where. ‘And so the panorama went, and so it will © till the last gift is bought and the last eart made happy. A man named Dickens onge saw this panorama in his own dear old London town, and went back of it to where all the separate pictures were, and the same joy and the same pathos, the same gladness and the same gloom that he found and drew out of their hiding places to perpetuate for all people to come are here in Washington today. But those who watch it out of doors and enjoy its pretti- ness only see the gladness of it and its | high lights of incident, for the crowds are lively and merry, and ff anybody has a heavy heart he keeps it to himself. patient, this lady at once talked of the ‘Jack the Ripper’ murders, asked me whether I nad studied them’ at all, what my opinion was in the matter and whether I had any theory as to the guilty party. I replied to her questions as clearly as pos- sible and told her all that I had conjectured on the subject. I explained the theory that I had formed, and then called her atten- tion to the letter, which just previous to that time I had framed. ‘At the sight of this document she tecame still more agi- tated, and I realized there was something on her mind she wished to make known to me, and I endeavored by gentle and kindly words to encourage her to do so. Suspected Her Husband. “Finally she, after much hesitation and violent feeling, told ma she believed her husband to be the man who had committed the ‘Jack the Ripper’ murders. At this In- formation I naturally was horrified and astounded. I knew who her husband was, and I knew him to be a practitioner of sup- posed responsibility, and so incredible did her suspicton appear to me that I thought she herself had become crazed in some way and this awful Idea had taken posses- sion of her. I questioned her carefully on other subjects until she had calmed down somewhat, which the revelation of her secret seemd to ald her in doing, and then t —" her the reasons she had for this lief. “She accounted to me the singular ac- tion of her husband at certain periods, how he appeared for a day or two to be- come irresponsible and how she had finally | noticed that upon the occasions when these murders were committed he had been ab- sent from home and had returned in such a mental exhilaration, followed by terrible mental depression, that she felt confident he had passed through some extraordinary |experience. There were other evidences, | she explained, and which became sugges- | tive when the thought occurred to her, of | his connection with the ‘Jack the Ripper’ | incidents. “Impressed with what she told me an4 recognizing in {t a verification of the the- j ory I had arrived at, I went to see her hus. band, and after a number of interviews I became satisfied that the lady’ pi- cions were well founded. Upon every other subject the man was thoroughly sane, but upon this he was totally ir onsible, he was possessed by a congenital insanity,and the appetite for blood to be satisfied in this manner was growing upon him. Not only would this growth Influence him to more frequent victims, but to an Increased number of victims at’ the same time, and had he been permitted to remain at farge, it would have been only a comparatively | short time before two or three murders would have been committed by him, where only one had committed theretofore. Placcd im an Asylum, _ “After satisfying myself that the man was responsible for these crimes, I took steps to have him placed in an asylum where he could no more mischief. He was examined by. competent physicians and found to be méntally unbalanced, and then was placed in an asylum where he now remains. {| “A London paper shortly after the man was locked up ¢otitained a paragraph on the subject, an4*it doubtless would have led to the entire:matter being thoroughly exploited and given to the public, but this it was not Op gr desirable to do, and at the request of certain parties the pa- per made no furthef reference to the mat- ter, and as the'paragraph in question e3- caped the eye of anyone who was inter- ested in the case, it never went any fur- ther.” Wat Doctor Winslow’ expressed himself fur- ther in regard to insanity generally and says that his investigations into that un- fortunate affliction convince him that it is largely on the increase. There are many reasons for this excitement, business diffl- culties, as they are greater now than in former times, but primarily and above all the doctor feels that liquor is the foun- dation of most of the insanity prevailing today. ——+-o+—__—_ WELL-READ SOCIETY GIRLS. They Are Able to Talk on All Kinds of Subjects. From the New York Herald. Besides the kindergarten, the governess and the fashionable school as evolutionary developers of the well-read girl in society, there are no end of coaching classes and clubs devoted to the cult of the reigning god of the moment, be it Browning, Ibsen, Chaucer, Tolstoi or Bellamy, all of which help a great deal in bestowing ideas, gems of thought and pertinent quotations which sometimes come to mind in the most apro- pos way and make for the clever manip- ulator a reputation for wonderful origi- nality, The well-read girl in society does not flaunt or parade the wisdom she has taken pains to acquire, for she is also well bred, and not assertive in the least, but we see her eye sparkle and her face glow viva- ciously when the opportunity is afforded for her to show in an unobtrusive way that she has passed the cocoanut stage of her cranial development. Gladstone finds the young girl of today worth talking to, and quite recently one of our own countrywomen of tender years en- gaged Herbert Spencer in an animated conversation while awaiting the announce- ment of dinner, and compelled that able thinker to declare that she had completely floored him and won him over to a point of view which he had at the outset commtt- ted himself to condemning unequivocally. Lady Juene attributes the increasing pop- ularity of dinners over other forms of en- tertainment to the more frequent presence of bright girls, who are well informed on the current topics of interest. In order to get at the real meaning of what is meant by current topics of interest, girls should follow Mr. Howells’ advice, ‘and do their reading in a desultory way, here a bit and there a bit, till the little compartments of the brain ‘are stocked with facts about many subjects, ranging from the abolish- ment of the house of lords to the latest regulations of the foot ball code; from the Westminster tribute to Lowell, to Whit- comb Riley's most recent hoosierism; from the Hawaiian muddle to Sargent’s por- traits; from Gregorjan chants to the new Strauss waltz. , Mental |Athletic She does not neeil to be deeply read to be what is usually considered well read, so far as society demands are concerned, If she but understands what is worth while remembering, &nd /here is where the “memory class” comes to her rescue. The teacher of the art of memorizing gives her the cue to the “eorrelation of ideas,” as he calls his method—a sort of hitching one’s mental impression to another and giving them some important fact to guide them through the merrory, just as a locomotive draws a string of cara. The couplings are the “correlations.” + This sort of reeding does, undoubtedly, put a girl at herwease, with whoever she may happ-n to be for the moment, for the touch and go moyement of society does not permit conversution—only a gay chaffi- ness of wit and humior or the occasional opportunity of a bon mot. ‘A more thorough acquaintance with sub- jects of deeper and more earnest import will, of course, stand her in better stead when she finds she must really converse with some man or woman of noble achieve- ment, Such circumstances arise when, for tn- stance, a noted traveler, scientist, archae- ologist, philanthropist or man of letters is her father’s guest’ for several days, and when the duties of second hostess at the family board inspire her with the ambition to acquit herself not only creditably, but so very cleverly that the visitor shall pro- nounce. her a remarkably entertaining young woman, THE RETIRED BURGLAR, A Live Woman is More to Be Dr Than a Ghost. From the New York San. “At 2 o'clock one morning,” said the ro- tired burglar, “1 was in a godd-sized seo- ond-story back bed room in a comfortable old house in a country town in Massa- chusetts. ‘The bed in this room was empty, but the clothes were turned back and the bed had evidently been occupied. It stood in the rear corner furthest from the door, with the headboard against the rear wall, and the side of the bed about a foot or so away from the side wall. At the foot of the bed, against the side wall, about in the middle of that side of the room and right opposite the door, stood the bureau; between it and the footboard itself there was a space of perhaps a foot, maybe a foot and a half, enough for any- body to pass through comfortably. “{ stood now in front of the bureau, T had set my lamp down on top of it, and had just opened the top drawer when something prompted me to look up into the mirror, In that mirror I saw, dim, but clear enough, the reflection of a ghost in the hall. There was a faint Nght in the hall, just a little light from a lamp stand- ing ‘on a table near the front end, and by’ that light, when I turned to look, I saw the ghost. 1t was moving from the rear of the house toward the front, along the hall a little nearer to the side I was on than to the other, and moving slowly, like a stage ghost. It was tall and spare and all in white, with something white over its head. It moved slowly across the door and disappeared, After it had gone I stood there, with my back to the bureau, staring at the doorway. “A moment later {t reappeared, moving now toward the rear of the house, and this time nearer still to my side of the hall. It was moving slowly, as before, but in- stead of passing by it turned toward my doorway, when te came opposite to it, and came in over the gill and moved slowly across the rogm straight toward me; nearer and nearer, and I couldn’t move, until something told, me—I wondered why it hadn't come toma; before—that the ghost wes a sleep-walker, It was @ woman; this was her room, and she was coming back where she belonged. ‘Of course, I felt a little easier then, but I wanted to gef away, and I thought [ should soon be able to, for I supposed, of cougge, that she: wag making for the bed, and the idea that she would do anything but go to the front of the bed and set In there, ke any other human being, never entered my head. While she was coming across the room, I.had sort of involun- tarily backed into {hat gap between the corner of the bureau and the footboard of the bed. I stood there looking at her while she was still coming straight across toward the bureau, never doubting that she would turn in time and go to the front of the bed, and she did turn and move in that direc- aded tion, but when she got pretty near to the | other corner of the footboard from where I was she turned again and started toward the gap that I was standing in, evidently with the intention of going around to the back of the bed, between it and the wall, and getting in on that side. That last three or four feet along the footboard she seemed to glide, as smooth as ever, but quicker’n lightning, and I in the way and too scared to move. She was awake the instant she touched me, and screaming like a mad woman, and I was awake then, my friend, finally, and clawing across that bed to a window there was at the head of it, I cleaned that window out, blinds and all with one sweep of the jimmy and jumped.” CITY OF DOLLS AND TOYS. Nuremberg as a Winter Resort— Strange Sights at the Garden. From the New York Tribune. The instant you go into the Madison Square Garden you smell popped corn. That is the wey you know you are in Old Nuremberg. If faith be placed in this re- production, Old Nuremberg was in some few respects singularly like new New York. Perhaps it is the intention to imitate, In a symbolic sort of way, what used to pass in Old Nuremberg rather than reproduce it exactly, They used to have humorous Ways of disposing of wrongdoers there. There would be nothing strange about put- ting a man into a wire basket and shaking him over a fire. At the Garden they do the same thing with corn. The Iron Maiden of Nuremberg got men in her clutches and stuck them full of jagged daggers. The young women at the Garden, having gentler manners, when they get men in their pow- er, are content to take their money from them in exchange for birds, or cakes, or dolls, or wooden spoons, or monkeys or other harmiess things of the sort. The Mastersingers of Nuremberg in the old time stood upon a platform and amused one another and their fellow townsmen with their stilted songs. At the Garden the “song and dance artist” and the “musical eccentric” hold the stages and entertain the people. Hans Sachs sat jn his little old shop at his shoemaker's ch, and, with the measured tap of his hammer, attended at once to the feet of his customers and of his verses. Now in the house at the Gar- den that looks like that of Hans Sachs they exhibit and sell the products of Rus- sian cottage industries, from laces to wood carving. But Nuremberg was always a town of surprises, and if the one here in the middle of New York seems to be rather up to date at some points, no objection should be raised. It has a good many visitors, and they all seem to be satisfied. The three variety shows, all going at once, no doubt contribute largely to this result. The one at the 4th avenue end of the Garden was so popular on the first night that two-thirds of the population seemed to be crowded to- gether in front of it. The congestion inter- fered with the sale of refreshments at the tables, and people got a bad habit of stand- ing on chairs, so that nobody behind them could see anything. Now a barrier has been put around the tables, so that those who want refreshments can have them in peace, and the rest of the crowd can group itself around the outside of the space. The result is that everybody is more comfort- able and can see better. It was surprising to note how large the attendance was at the Garden yesterday. A show that is to have a run of two or three weeks usually suffers seriously from storms, but there were plenty of people in the streets of Nu- remberg last night. pm CORSET OR NO CORSET? Views of Prominent French Actresses for and Against It. The Gaulois asks the opinion of a certain number of prominent professional ladies upon the use of the corset. The following are among some of {heir replies: Mile. Bartet—I can do nothing better than sive you a line from “: sufficiently significant: the horrid thing!” Mme. Jane Hading—The corset may be a hand of iron or a glove of velvet. Since my recent trip to America I am for independ- ence. Mme. Worms Barretta—You may say that on principle I am against the corset. I favor it in certain cases, but on condition that it be light, short, and very clastic, something like a brace, which lightly in- closes the waist. My little three-year-old girl will wear it that way, and if later on she renounces the corset entirely her mam- ma will only be too glad of it. Mlle. Reichenberg—The corset is an ordi- nary piece of feminine clothing, just like a belt, shoes, gloves, etc. I have always worn one, and found it very comfortable. Why should it be regarded as the evidence of coquetry and bad taste? But I cannot give any particular opinion upon the subject, because for me a corset is a thing of very little importance. It should be a light af- fair, inclosing waist very gently. Mile. Rejane—Each epoch has Its exigen- cies. The corset, in my opinion, has as much importance as the cut of the costume. To look well, the corset Louis XV oug! to be a perfect torture. In “Sans Gene, on the contrary, two ribbons suffice. I speak for myself. In these days I favor as little of the corset as possible, and believe in ribbons, or braces, leaving the back and the haunches free. French women are too slight and too well made to have need for even the lightest support. And in this not one of your lady readers will contradict me. Mile. Sanderson—The corset, in my opin- fon, is very useful in certain cases, in socie- ty as in the theater. Speaking of the thea- ter alone, the corset should be used in roles of the present time or in the costumes Louis XV, as in “Manon,” for example. It is absolutely useless in antique pleces like “Thais” and “Phryne,” in which I dispense with it entirely Mme. Judic—It ts a very delicate question, and I am not sufficiently learned to crit! cise it or to make an apology for it. Never- theless, if I had the great advantage, es- pecially for an artist, of remaining slight, I would most assuredly follow the example of Mme. Tallien, who never consented to shut her waist up in an tron prison. For all that, I owe to the corset a daily pleas- ure, because the bother of putting it on every morning is more than compensated for, to my mind, by the pleasure of taking if off every night. Mile. Darlaud—Oh, pshaw! that beastly cuirasse, fit only for a coquette! Up to her twentieth year a young woman can do without it. I dispense with it, and I have adopted the little brace (brassiere) of such refined elegance, in white satin, set off with Valenciennes. Mile. Granier—For my part I don’t belleve that the thing has any importance. Mie. Yvette Guilbert—All women, fat and lean aliko, belittle the services rendered by the corset, because they all pretend to be able to dispense with it without impairing the beauty of their figures. For my part, I admit that sinco I began to get a little fat I have rarely worn one; but when I was Jean it helped me in the manufacture of a shape, and consequently I owe some little gratitude to the corset. ——— eee A CONJUGAL CONVERSATION, And They Missed the Train After AIL From the Chicago Tribu ‘The young Bittersweets were going away on a visit, and after many vicissitudes they were in the street cur on their way to the station. “Now, Amelia,” remarked her lord, “I hope you will learn a lesson in punctuality from all this. You nearly made us late by running upstairs again at the last moment.” For the tickets which you had forgot- ten, dear. “jim, That was because you fancted you smelied gas and sent me to look for it in the vacant room where nobody had been for six weeks.” “Well, you sald that some one might have been hidden there for days for all I knew— and they might. I have been so busy all week making my own dress, because I couldn't afford a dressmaker, that—” “Well, well, keep to the subject, Amelia, Now, we would have missed our train if my watch had pot been in order—yours was at the jeweler’s, as usual Because you tried to regulate it, dear, and put it out of order.” “Always some excuse. But, as I say, punetuality is a great virtue—now, I never miss a train and never sit at the station half an hour or so. You are habitually late; you should make a habit of wind- ing and setting your watch at a certain hour each day, say, when you go to bed.” “Yes, dear, I know. But sometimes I go to bed’ quite early and sometimes I sit up very late for you. “H'm. Here we are at the station. Watt a minute, my dear, while I buy a cigar. Now you will see that I have allowed just time to get comfortably into the train. Just give me ihe tickets, will you?” “Why, Chauncey, I—I must have forgot- ten and'left them on the bureau where they were lying. I remembered some chocolate creams in the upper drawer and 1 was afraid the mice—” “And for the sake of a few chocolate creams we shall lose our train, You will never learn—" “What train did yez want?” queried the gatekeeper. “The 3:30," snapped Mr. Bittersweet. ,Went ten minutes ago,” was the cheery réply. “But—but my watch says 3:28 now,” fal- tered Mr. Bittersweet, “Watch is slow. Yez should wind and set it at a ce + But Mr, Bittersweet was out of hegring. a CHURCH ATTRACTIONS, Some of the Methods im Use in New York Churches. From the New York Advertiser. If the Rev. Dr, William 8, Rainsford created a sensation a year ago by the posl- tion which he took in regard to saloons, what will the temperance advocates think when they read what he said to a reporter yesterday? Dr. Rainsford was asked if he had changed his views in regard to the liquor business. After replying that he had not, he made the following additional declara- tion: “I am in favor of opening the saloons Sunday afternoon. I do not think it is right to allow a rich man to buy all the liquor he wants in a club, and to give no such liberty to the poor man.” There is @ bar room at the corner of 34 avenue and 16th street which is some- times called “Rainsford’s saloon,” and those who hear it so spoken of infer that it is the outcome of the suggestions made by the preacher twelve months ago, that it is visited by members of Dr. Rainsford’s congregation, or that he exercises some sort of supervision over it. This is not true, but the history of the saloon is in- teresting, nevertheless, At first blush the public understood that Dr. Rainsford ad- vocated the ownership of ‘saloons by the churches—that a bar room should be run as an annex. He declares that he has never advocated the churches as corpora- tions going into the liquor business. But he regards the saloon as, to a large extent, the poor man’s club. The man goes there because he likes company and his desire is to make the drinking a mere incident. To sell liquor is, however, the only aim of the barkeeper; and the place, instead of being conducted on the plan of @ social organiza- tion, has for the mainspring of its purpose the sale of intoxicants. Dr, Rainsford's idea is to reverse this, and to have men of character provide places at which liquor can be obtained, but at which the social features wil be emphasized and all idea of Profit be eliminated. The so-called “Rainsford saloon” is a neat place, well fitted up, with handsome plate glass mirrors and cherry furniture. On the cpposite corner and much nearer St. George's Church is an old barroom which it has been impossible to close, because there is a Tammany tradition that wher a@ saloon is once granted a license the es- tablishment is there to stay. Dr. Rains- ford fought therapplication for the license for the new sal As a concession to him the proprietors of the place gave him a bond for $i,0u0 that they would not sell to minors, and that bond is in the preach- er’s possession. It is said that it also in- cludes a clause against the sale of liquor to women, That is all the connection Dr, Rainstord has with the sa!oon. When he was asked yesterday if he had ever taken any steps toward putting his ideas into practice he said: “No; I merely made the suggestion. But it is my opinion that we shall eventually have some application of the Guttenberg system. “We try to make the people feel,” con- tinued Dr. Rainsford, “that St. George's Church is trying to help them. We work on the idea that the church is a social or- ganization, based on the teachi of the Savior, We have club rooms and a gym- nasium, and fully fifteen hundred young people visit the church during the week days, while the Sunday school numbers More than two thousand children. One of the novel features for attracting People to church is that adopted by the Rev. A. B. Wiison of the West Eighteenth Street Methodist Church. Dr, Wilson has two seats set aside for women who bring their babies. Thousands of women who have little children tugging at their apron strings are denied the opportunity to at- tend church, and Dr. Wilson's innovation is for their benefit. A room ts set aside as a nursery, and a committee of young ladies is in charge. If a baby behaves himself like a Christian he can hear the sermon. If not, he {ts taken into the nursery and given a toy to play with, or is emused in some way, while his mother listens to the preacher. A special feature of the music in Dr. Wilson's church is the children’s chorus. There are perhaps 150 of the little fellows, ranging in size to the veriest tots, and their music is a great attraction. There is one boy about as high as the back of a chair, whose singing never falls to attract especial notice. They have a choir bal- cony to themselves. Every Sunday Dr. Wilson prints an ad- vertisement in a newspaper whose readers are supposed to be in greatest need of his kind solicitations. He announces his spe- cial features, using about as much space as recently announced the attractions at Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. The doctor is discriminating, not only as to the paper, but as to the particular position of his ad- yertisement, which is placed among the “personals.” It is fairly packed with the advertisements of young women who yearn for the society of wealthy gentlemen “matrimonially inclined.” One may turn from these sirens and go to hear “the New England Queen of Song,” or whoever else happens to be the attraction at Dr, Wil- son’s church, The Rev. J. L. Scudder of Jersey City makes a specialty of preaching to bicycle riders. He invites all wheelmen and wheel- women to come to his church. He will have their bikes taken care of while they listen to the Word. A feature of the music in the Marble Col- legiate Church 1s the organ, which is a double action, playing from both ends of the church at the same time. ‘The Judson Memorial Church has quite a large orchestra. A children’s choir is an- other feature of the music there. The Broome Street Tabernacle is a place at which great attention is given to the music. ‘There is a full orchestra, and the violin, cornet, piccolo and other instru- ments contribute their share. in contrast to the elaborate programs of music in other places is the scene at the Hicksttes’ church—the meeting house of the Friends, on Kast 16th street and Ruth- erford place. Not a note, not a chirp, not a sign of an organ. The good Quakers have no paid preacher, and unless the spirit moves some one to speak they worship God in absolute silence. ——-+o+____. Sedative Nove! From the London Spectator, What is the kind of a novel best sulted for sedative purposes 1s a@ difficult ques- tion, and one which cannot be fully an- swered on the present occasion. It is as much @ question of men as of books. One man finds rest in “tendencies novel,” an- other in the tale of adventure, a third in the study of manners. As a rule, we should say that the form of fiction best sulted for the purpose of keeping the mind occupied, but yet not actively at work, is the novel which 1s neither too clever nor too stupid—the book which ts in fiction what the man of moderate views and mod- erate talents is in public life. If the story 1s too clever it may prove a stimulant in- stead of a sedative. rv. Meredith’s works, for example, are far more likely to tire than to rest the brat. The man who wants to tackle “Lord Ormont and His Aminta” must sit up to a table and put himself mentelly at attention. Even Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Kipling, though so alluring, are apt to stimulate too highly. On the other hand, the sedative novel must not be actively stupid. Foolishness, ir- relevance, lack of coherence, bad grammar, are irritants, which should have no place in the novel which 1s meant to give rest to the mind. 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