Evening Star Newspaper, March 30, 1895, Page 15

THE, EVENING STAR SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1895-TWENZY-FOUR, PA GES,; 15 ASIATIC DIPLOMATS Gossip About Our Representatives in Japan and Corea. : HISSTONARIES AND THEIR WORK American Generals and What the Corean King Owes to Them. SAVING A PRINCE’S LIFE (Copyrighted, 1895, by Frank G. Carpenter.) HE PRESENT WAR : | has increased the importance of our et mission to Corea. ‘That country from now on will be the wedge between Ja- pan, China and Rus- sia, and our minister there will be an im- portant character. There is a large American colony now in Seoul. The Amer- icans are doing most of the mission work of the country, and there are a number of American officials connected with the government. The cli- mate is a good one, and the place is by no means so »lack as it has been painted. The minister there has a much bhet- ter position than our minister at Bang- kok. He has better quarters, and Corea is one of the few countries in which Uncle Sam owns his own house. The king, I think, donated the land, and the home of the American minister is a commodious, one-story building, covering considerable ground, and decidedly comfortable, though I was told that it was slightly unhealthy, and that the secretary of the legation who had last lived in it had nearly died of fever in consequence. This is nothing, however, for a consul or a diplomat, as to which wit- mess the number of consuls who die every American Legation, Tokio. administration at Vera Cruz from yellow fever, and the others who are taken off by miasma in other countries of the world. A few repairs would make the legation build- ings in Seoul al) right, and our minister has something like five acres inside the brick walls which surround his home. He has another one-story building which forms his office. The king has given him a guard of soldiers, and he has five times as many servants as he ever had in America. When he goes about the city he is “toted” along in a sedan chair by four men, and his offi- cials stand at the gate and are ready to open it whenever he comes into his yard. ‘The place pays $7,500 a year, and this on a silver basis is equal to $15,000. There is a reading room, which is kept up by the mis- sionaries and other foreigners, within a stone’s throw of the legation, where Amer- ican and English periodicals and news- Papers come every month, and a little further up the same street there is a club house, where one can, if he will, get a Ver- mouth or a Manhattan cocktail, and can amuse himself with billiards in company with players from a dozen different parts of the werid. Minister J. B. Sil I think our minister spends the greater Part of his time in the reading room. The fact is, I never saw him in the club, and I don’t know that he frequents it. He is more of a student than a clu» man, and his life has been spent in teaching school. He is‘ now sixty- three, and he was born near _ Buffalo. His father died when he was eleven, and he had to look out for himself. He got an education, and in some way drifted to Michigan. He was for a time the superin- tendent of the De- troit schools, and thgn for ten years was the head of a female seminary. For some years he was connected with the University of Michigan, and he went fresh from school work to Corea. I was in Seoul at the time Mr. Sill arrived, and I called at the legation only a few hours after- ward. An absolutely naked Corean boy was swinging on the gate, and I found the house turned upside down with the min- ister’s effects. During my stay the min- ister was presented to the king, his ma» Jesty giving me the honor of an audience the same day. Mr. Sill made a very good impression, and his majesty told him that he was glad the President had sent such a distinguished scholar to represent him in Corea. The king spoke at this time in the highest terms of Dr. H. N. Allen, the sec- retary of the legation, who had acted as minister during the interim, and who, by the way, has done more for America and American interests in Corea than any other foreigner. The King’s Closest Friend. Dr. AHen.is today the most powerful for- eigner in the tountry. He is a modest, retiring young man of about forty years of age, who was sent out to Asia as a mis- sicrary doctor, and who, after spending a short time in China, went to Corea. At this time the missionaries were held in low esteem by the Co- reans, and they were working hard to get a foothold. About twelve or thirteen years ago a great re- bellion occurred, in which Kim Ok Kiun and others seized the king, and in which the conspirators nearly killed one of the king’s family, Prince Min Yong Ik. He was almost cut to pieces with swords, and his life was de- spaired of, when Dr. Allen was called in. He appreciated the situ- ation. He knew that he would be charged with killing the prince if he failed to cure him and that the prince’s chances of life and death hung upon a hair. Dr. Allen, how- ever, concluded to risk it on his own skill and Prince Min Yong Ik's vitality. He sewed up his wounds and nursed him for days. Inch by inch and atom by atom he drew the prince away from the grave, and finally made him a well man. This gave Dr. Allen a great reputation through- out the whole land. He was called in to prescribe for the Corean nobles, and dur- ing the years of his mission in Corea he actually turned in to tne mission funds over $5,000 a year which he got from his outside practice. The king and queen took his advice on many matters of foreign policy, and when they sent their embassy to Washington he went along as their confidential forcign adviser. He stayed with them for some time in Washington, winring frfends everywhere, and after- ward went back to Corea as our secretary legation. 1 when any matter of to foreigners is to be carried ugh in Corea Dr. Allen is always ap- to. Through him the found access to the best classes of try, and their is not con- fined to the ‘coolies, az it is to a large ex- tent in China. Dr. not been connected with the missions in any official 's, and his- work has been al_and diplomatic rather than re- Fizto . He is a man of high education, a born diplomat and thoroughly efficient in every respect. Our Amertean Generals In Corea. There are a number of Americans con- nected with the Corean government. G Clarence eathouse is the forcizn ad to the king, and his majesty consults way for ti him on all matters of foreign policy. His sal- ary is, I believe, about $12,000 a year, and he has a magnificent establishment, with numerous servants. He spends a’ great ‘deal of his time in the palace,*and he is connected with many of the modern re- forms. Not long ago the king gave him a rank, and I believe he has now the right to wear a gold button under his ear. He is a California man, who at one time owner of the Examiner, and who went to Japan some years ago as consul general to Yokohama. He is a fine lawyer, a man of good education, and one of the best story-tellers in public life. Gen. William McE. Dye, who went over to Corea to re- organize the army some years ago, Is still in the service of the king. He took part in the late war in this country, and then went to Egypt, where he served with great distinction in the army of the khedive. He has new been in Corea about eight years, and during that time his beard and hair have become as white as snow. Another American connected with the army is Col. F. J. H. Nienstead, who aided in drilling the troops, and who is now at the head of the king's imperial school. He is a bright fellow, and, like the other Americans who are connected with his majesty, seems to be willing to wait for his salary without very much fuss about its non-payment. P suppose this matter has been changed now, and the foreign loan which the king has made, or is trying to make, will enable all of the officiat salary debts to be promptly paid. When I was in Corea, however, the king owed the American officials about $60,000, and nearly every foreigner in his service was from one month to a year be- hindhand. ss He Blouffed the King. The only American who was paid up Promptly at this time was the king’s elec- trician, Mr. Thomas W. Power, a young Washington man, who was just about completing the putting of an electric light plant into the palace. His majesty is very much afraid of assassination. He has two great palace cities, each of which con- tains between five hundred and a thou- sand acres of build- ings, and which are about two miles apart. Mr. Power had put two thousand in- candescent lights in- to these palaces, and hundreds of them are kept blazing from 5 o'clock in the even- ing until 6 o'clock in the morning. His majesty does all of his business at night, and he never sleeps in the dark. He goes almost crazy if he doesn’t have light, and his situation is really so dangerous that he can’t afford to do without it. The light plant which has been put in is one of the finest in the east. It came from America, and was so well put up by Mr. Power that one of the dancing girls could have run it. The Coreans, in fact, had been managing the machinery for several weeks, and the officials thought that the light was complete, and those to whom the king had handed the money for Mr. Power held it back and refused to give it to him. He protested and walted for a few days. They showed no signs of paying his salary until, at last, one night when the king was in the midst of his state ousiness with his officials about him, the lights went out. Couriers were at once dispatched to the plant, and the Coreans in charge were asked what was the matter. They could not tell. They pointed to the machinery. It was running beautifully, but there was no light. Mr. Power, I was told, had mere- ly disconnected the dynamo by taking out a hidden screw, which left the wheels run- ning as usual, but which produced no light. The king was enraged at his officials, but not at Mr. Power. He knew nothing about the salary having been kept back, but he simply told the high Corean noble who had charge of this department that if the light was not at once produced his head would be chopped off. This would also necessi- tate the cutting off of other heads, and within an hour Mr. Power’s money was in his hand, and he had a lot of Corean no- bles on their knees about him, begging him to use his magic and bring back the light to the king. He held off for a time, but was finally persvaded. and having turned the Coreans cut of the light plant, he in- serted tha screw, and, presto! the palace blazed with the rays of electricity. There was no trouble after this about Mr. Pow- er’s salary, and he steadily grew in influ- ence. He had charge of the king’s armory and repaired his Gatling guns. He was about to build~an electric railroad from Seoul to the Han river when the present rebellion broke out and everything stopped. The Missionaries. There is a large colcny of missionaries in Seoul, and there are missicnary stations at the leading seaports of the country. The field is taken up almost entirely by the Presbyterians and Methodists, and both churches are doing excellent work. In ad- dition to these the French Catholics and the Church of England have a number of missicraries, and the Methodists have a Corean school or college, under the charge of the Rev. H. G. Appenzeller. I paid some attention to mission work during the tour which I made through Japan, China and Corea last summer. I found the mission- aries hard-working, earnest men, and they are doing a vast deal of good, though the masses upon whom they have to work are so many and the missionaries so few that there is not as rapid progress as might be otherwise. There are mission stations scattered throughout the Chinese empire, and there are now 1,296 missionaries at work in that country. They claim that they have 40,000-Chinese who are regular communicants, and the increase has been rapid within late years. It is eighty-six years since Protestani missions were start- ed in China, and the chief work has been done during the last thirty-five years, at the beginning of which there were only six communicants. One of the friends of the missions claims that if the same advance continues during the next thirty-five years there will be 26,000,000 Protestant commu- nicants in China and a Christian°commun- ity of 100,000,000 people. As for me, I very much doubt this estimate. There is a great mission work going on in Japan, and Japan is tite paradise of the missionary. He is allowed to do as he pleases, and the people are more easily converted. Some of the best work of the missionaries is through their hospitals, which are very much need- ed, and which are now thoroughly appre- ciated by the Asiatics. The work in this line has been improving every year, and the man who tells you that the missionaries are not doing anything in Asia has not, as @ rule, been inside of a missicnary'’s house nor looked at all into the real work which they are attempting to accomplish. Our Diplomats in Japan. Japan is now considered quite as desira- ble a country by our diplomatic agents as England or the continent. The salaries of the consuls are high and our diplomats live much better in Japan than they do in Europe. Nearly every one of them has a large establishment, with plenty of serv- ants, and they are, as a rule, of a-higher grade than those appointed to the big cities of Europe. The consul general at Yoko- hama is one of the’ablest men who has ever been sent abroad in that capacity.. His name is Nicholas W. Mclvor, and he is an Iowa man of abcut forty years of age. He is a fine lawyer, and is a graduate of Yale College. Packed with common sense and a man of business ability, he is mak- ing a very successful consul general. The vice consul general is Mr. George H. Scid- more, who has been for years connected with the service and who has considerable diplomatic ability. At Osaka and Hiogo, the great commercial centers of western Japan, the United States is represented by Enoch J. Smithers, who has been con- nected with our diplomatic service for a quarter of a century and who did good work at Shanghai and Tien-Tsin. At Na- gasaki we have W. H. Abercrombie, a rich American, who has one of the finest houses in the far east and who is a man of cul- ture and brains. The Legation at Tokyo. The consuls, however, have to do only with the business interests of the country and with the furthering of American trade. All matters connected with this war are left to the legation at Tokyo, and this is in a better condition today than it has been for years. The minister is Mr. Edwin Dun, a relative of Senator Thurman and a man well fitted to deal with the Japanese from his residence of many years in the country. He speaks the Japanese as well as he does the English, and he has an in- timate personal friendship with the great- est of the Japanese statesmen. He is a big, broad-shouldered, red-headed man of abeut forty-five. He is a thorough Ameri- can, and he has the nerve to demand and the diplomacy necessary to secure the best results for our people in the far east. In the past the Germans and the English have systematically bulldozed Japan into giv contracts and favors to them at the expense of the United States, but under the present regime we are likely to get our own share of everything, and it will take more than the average diplomat, either Japanese or European, to pull the wcol over Edwin Dun’s red eyebrows. ‘Phe position of minister to Japan is now worth about $35,000 a year in silver. The minister has a fine, modern home in Tokyo, and he lives within a stone’s throw of half a dczen Japanese nobles and princes. In ad- dition to Mr. Dun, the legation consists of a@ secretary, a young man named Herod, who is as bright as a dollar and who did good service in Corea before he came to Japan; of Dr. Whitney, who has for years been the interpreter of the legation and who speaks Japanese like a native, and also of Lieut. Michael J. O’Brien, the mili- tary attache. In my next letter I will treat of our dip- lomats in China and of our other foreign- ers in Asia. FRANK G. CARPENTER. ——_ — AS OTHERS SEE US. A French Account of Certain Ameri- can Millionaires. From the Figaro, The founder of the colossal fortune, a portion of which comes to France with the new Countegs de Castellane, died about two years ago. He was a prodigious spec- ulator, a financier for whom speculation was a perfect battle. We refer to Jay Gould, the man who left, in addition to his gigantic fortune, an imperishable souvenir in the financial history of North America. His name is legendary in the Bourse of New York, where they still remember him as he sat in his office upon one of the arms of his chair—his favorite position— sending and receiving hundreds of dis- patches during the business hours. He commanded a perfect army of brokers and agents. Two hundred intermediaries op- erated constantly for him, unknown to each other, and his office was connected directiy by special telegraphic lines with twenty-five offices of brokers. His habits were remarkably simple and sober. He neter touched alcohol in any shape, and never smoked. Jay Gould only knew one fashion—speculation. In the last years of his life this tireless worker, this milliardaire, who rose at 6 o’clock in the morning to go to his office in a horse car—he never used a carriage— made his eldest son, Mr. George Gould, a partner in his business, and favored him considerably in his will. The persoral fortune of Mr. George Gould, who is only a trifle over thirty years of age, was considerable even before the death of his father, from whom he inherit- ed a marvelous comprehension of financial affairs and a scent in speculation almost infallible. As simple in manners and as industrious as his father, Mr. George Gould is, nevertheless, a passionate spert He is a hunter and a yachtsman, moreover, is reputed to be a first boxer. Mr. George Gould was marr: eral years ago, and his wife is one of the beauties of New York. The fortunes of the Vanderbilts, of the | Mackaya, of the Bennetts and of the As- tors are well known to our reader it is not necessary to refer to them. We pre- fer to mention a few other millionaires less popular, who are still in the world of finance. First, we have Mr. Russell was present at the marriage of M Gould, and who four years ago wa ro of an extraordinary adventure. It was upon him that an anarchist named Lord called and demanded ‘a million of dollars under the penalty of an explosion. Mir. Russell Sag> having refused to comply with the demand, Lord did just as he said he would do. He threw the bomb upon the floor of the office of the American banker, but that machine, intelligent for once, only killed the anarchist. Mr. Russell Sage is not only one of the richest bankers of New York—he is worth $250,000,000—but he is also the one who has always on hand the most ready money. After having been one of the greatest speculators of Hall (sic) street (the Bourse of New Ycrk), he at length confined his operations almost entirely to discounting notes; and, in order to be able to meet all sorts of eventualities, he has always on hand a running account of considerable sums. Mr. Sage can at any moment draw his check for $50,000,000. He was for a long time closely connected with the af- fairs of Jay Gould. Beside Mr. Sage stands Col. Huntington, who is also worth $250,000,000. He is the son of a farmer, formerly a farm hand, and he commenced his fortune in speculations in American clocks. He is now one of the railroad kings, and is also a teetotaler, drinking nothing but tea. The other great speculators, with no More than from_ $50,000,000 to $10,000,000, are Mr. S. V. White, nicknamed “Deacon White,” because he was formerly a treas- urer in one of the churches of New York, and very affable and very charitable; Mr. John D. Slaybach, who one day lost more than a million because he left his office to attend a religious lecture; Mr. H. Victor Newcomb, a young man who was known as “the boy president” at the time when, before he was of age, he was president of a railroad company; Mr. D. O. Mills, ete. AH of them operate on a gigantic scale. To give only one example, we may men- tion that Mr. S. V. White some years ago made_ $10,500,000 in two days out of one speculation. Most of these financiers are also church members. The piety of Mr. Sage is espe- clally exemplary. But he has one passion, nevertheless, and that is for horses. His trotters are renowned in New York. soso eee gn Nee JUST COINED MONEY. ‘The Moonshiners Who Had Finished Their Sentences Will Try It Again. From the Louisville Courier-Journal. Ballard and Rufus Clark, two moonshin- ers who had just finished serving their terms of sentence, sat about the office of the county jail recently and talked of how they would make whisky when they reach- ed their homes. Their conversation was listened to with a great deal of enjoyment by the jail officers. ‘The homes of the brothers are in Laurel county, seventeen miles from London, Ky. Both are good talkers, but Ballard Clark, the younger brother, talks more entertain- irgly. He told the jail people that he was going right home and build a fire under his {Illicit still in Hoy Creek valley, which is near his home. He felt sure that his still was intact, though he had been in jail since last spring. He said that no government officer could find his still. It was hidden away down in a rocky gulch, where no one ever went. Then he told how he had built the still years ago. He had hewn out a big log in the bottom of the gulch and this he lined with copper for a tub. He bought the cop- per at London, he said, and had made the worm and still by uniting the pieces of copper together. Then he built a round kiln of stones, on which he set the still, and was ready for making whisky. He had covered the still with a few rough puncheon boards, which he secured at a sawmill, and on the boards he had piled twigs and leaves until detection was next to impossible. He said “the hull thing looked as nateral as er picter.” Ballard says that he made whisky there for two years and “sist coined money.” If he had remained at the business of making whisky he would have been all right, he said, but he sold it, and there’s where the trouble ay. Ballard conducted a blind tiger near his home. He had built a log hut with the biggest logs he could find and had “pinted” and latticed the hut to perfection. There was a trap door, a hole in the ground, sev- eral jugs and “other things.”” His custom- ers placed their jugs and money on a shelf and then went outside to whittle or smoke, and when they were ready to start home their money was gone and their jugs and bottles were full of whisky. Even the “plind tiger’ would have been all right, the man said, but he tried to branch out and broaden his business. Last spring the Laurel county fair was held at London, and he decided that the visitors would like a little pure corn juice of mountain brew, and unadulterated with government stamps. He accordingly carried twenty gallons of his best ‘pale Hcker” to London and opened a “blind tiger’ there in an un- obtrusive way. He told the jail officers that he retailed the whisky at $4 a gallon, and that he was not grrested until he was in the act of selling the last quart of it. But now he was free again, and he was going back and begin operations again. One of the jail officers asked him how long he expected to rermain away from the jail, and he said: “Oh, a year, mebbe; mebbe two,” with a careless laugh. 1t was all ac- cording to how “‘spry” the government offi- cers were. He was a reckless looking young man, with light hair, thin lips and long prominent cheek bones, a wide white hat, jeans clothing—a typical mountaineer. PEOPLE WHO. DRINK Stories of Those Who ‘Are Victims to the Alcohdl Habit, T sr AS TOLD IN THR : “HOUSE LOBBY Some Strange Advéntures of Men While Intoxigated. eed SAVED BY ‘THE SNOW ea va Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. PEAKING OF PEO- ple who drink,” ob- served . Representa- tive Tom, “recalls an odd ‘incident in my experience.” The scene was the lobby back of the House; the occasion a dull day last win- ter; the talker and the listeners a knot of members, driven, in the general dearth of House excitement, to ‘tell stories in self-defense. . “Tt was in a little huddle of a town in Indiana. I was. in business in the town, and, being then unmarried, had my sleep- ing apartments just over my office. I was an early riser and the town was not. It thus happened that, turning out at ? o'clock each morning, T generally had the streets. to myself for an hour or so I was walking about one summer morning, hoping fer an appetite, when I was sur- prised to note a well-dressed stranger waiking up the street. He had an odd, be- wildering air. As he drew near he ac- costed me. ‘Beg pardon,” he said, ‘but could.you di- rect me to a place where I could get break- fa. told him he would have to wait a coupie of hours. The hotel breakfast would appear at 7:30 o'clock. That was the first, best chance for food. He replied that food, after all, was not what he most desired, but that he felt an overpowering need for whisky; could I direct him to that? There ething in it all which set my cu- on edge, and I determined to know So I suggested that I knew of no rat hand except a bottie which I kept for snak We re- stranger riosity the rest good whisky n in my law offic bite and purposes purely medi: paired to my ofiice, and, after the bad been refreshed, a queer, furtive, haif- med look came into his eyes, as he ou will think the question strange, but I want to ask you’the name of this town.” The Stranger EF ined. “I told him, and thei added that if it were all the same to him I would like to hear how he came to "Ne in a town of which he didn’t even Enbw the name. He | seemed a trifle worried, and took a second drirk of whisicy without “being as’ 1} began to wonder whefher J had struck a criminal or a lwnatic. “At lst he braced up as if he had resolved to +h “ ‘Certainly,’ he bei to your kindness an ‘ 5 1seem mysterious, asia fast, a_business man on ths bogrd of tr Chicago. I'm prospergus; even rich.’ he displayed a liberal/foil . trouble with me is tHat I'm a- period’ drunkard. I will go'‘inorths and wever take a drink of whisky, Jui about three times a year, ‘seized hy ary impuise T can no more control than”1 may the wind, i besin to drink. I know with a that I'm in for a spreé, It is anoth gitiar feature of my éase that I 1 most profound horror df aljow with whom T have . nik. e'me di ‘omes is'Y8- pass—for I’ye had Ge zens of ‘these atth@¥s—that wien 1 have taken a’ drink, etait hat’ in head for the depot. Before i'vé had time to get more than ¢ight or ten glas of we something Now, while whisky some train is sure to depart. I in- variably take it. I go anywhere, so the town is utterly strange to me. The first town I se> in the morning—for these at- tacks always sefzé me about 10 6’clock in the evening: and start me ont of town on some midnight train—to the people of which 'm unknown I get off. I stay there, perkaps, for two weeks, until I’; thoroughly earried out my debauch. ceal my name and my address to the last. Ultimately, what with a great deal of whisky, what “with a& little food, I become ill. Tnen I know my spree Is over and J send for a doctor. As soon as I can, say, 2 week later, T return to Chicago sober, and take up the threads of business again. : “‘My habits are known by my family and those about me in business, and no alarm is felt at my disappearance. It is almost six months since my last orgy. I again started last night in the Grand Pa- cific Hotel with my first diink. I land here at deylight on the tabdose of a local freight. I will now:take a room in your hotel and be drunk for something like fourteen days. I shall be almost every mo- ment in my room, and shall disturb no- body. That's all there fs to my story, ex- cept my name, which you will pardon me Bae the circumstances, I keep to my- self.’ I coi He Felt Unensy. “Here this strange stranger came to a halt,” continved Representative Tom. “T saw by his eye that he told the truth; he was in the coils of influences I could neither fathom nor frustrate. So I didn’t try. I gave him another drink, and said that I'd go up to the hotel with him. I boarded there my- self. We went up and picked out a room on the second floor. He would only have one flight of stairs down which to fall, thereby reducing the chances of breaking his neck to a minimum. There I left him; he promised to issue me a bulletin or two during the day as to how his festival pro- gressed. I heard no more of him. until about 5 p.m. Then I got a note, which ran something like this: “Dear Sir: I write to again thank you for your kindness, and to say good-bye. In one respect I find your acquaintance, other- wise so agreeable, to be a disaster. It haunts me as I lift each glass te my lips. I explained to you that I cannot bring my- self to permit a friend to see me in a drunken condition. I now number you among my friends. And therefore it is no longer possible for me to pursue my drink- ing in your town. I have tried and have failed. It all comes to this—I. must leave the place. This will reach vou at 5 o'clock. I will have ieft on the 4:30 train. I will go on until I find a town where I am com- pletely a stranger, and will guard myself from forming any acquaintances. My en- terprise will then bei a success. Again thanking you for your kémdness, I sub- scribe myself as I signed the hotel register, yours sincerely, y_ J.K. WHITE, “That was all.” concludedRepresentative Tom. “‘My dy maniac had flown. It was before the dawn of Kgelexy and what be- came of him I never knew. Adventure at a Ball. “As stories which pivot in strong drink would seem to be in order,” remarked Rep- resentative Dan, “perhaps some gentleman will yield me enough:cf his time to tell one. Somebody once »said' there was a special providence for fools and drunken men, and my story might. illustrate one- half of it. This was a,long.time ago, on a winter's night in a northern city. It had been snowing off and an with a soft, feath- ery persistency for ten days. Still it was not very cold; indeed, this particular even- ing was a bit warm. “It might have been 9 o'clock when I —a young man then—was proceeding uP one of the main thoroughfares. It chance: that I met a young gentleman named Mc- Kinstry, with*whom I was more or less friendly. McKinistry had been drinking; not heavily, 1 thought, but some. He was the proud owner of two tickets to a pub- ie ball which was raging in the fourth story of a block across the street. Hi bid me accompany him, to which proposal I was nothing loath. We went across, climbed three tremendous flights of stairs and stood in the presence of a fat police- man, who guarded the portals to the gala scene within. “Our tickets did not save us from paying fifty cents to the fat policeman. Inside I met several friends. I was not clothed in a dress suit, but neither were they. The lights shone o’er fair women and brave men. I was pleased with it all, and was seized on by my friends and widely intro- “duced. I asked a maiden to dance; a waltz, I remember. McKinstry, what with his potations and what with the three flights of stairs, said he would rest. He didn’t care to dance. It was stiflingly warm. Mc- Kinstry seeking where he might rest and be cool at one and the same time, en- sconced himself on a window sill—the win- dow being open—at the rear of the hall. Suddenly He W: Missed. As I revolved in the waltz I beheld Mc- Kinstry. I did not deem his perch a safe one, but deferred mentioning it until the terminaticn of the waltz. This was a mis- take. While sedately revolving, as I say, I suddenly missed McKinstry. -The wide- cpen window was vacant. Had he fallen out? It was sheer forty feet to the ground, and the thought froze me. I left my part- ner standing, as it were, in the furrow and fled to the fat policeman. “ ‘Had McKinstry gone down stairs?” “The fat policeman thought not. “ ‘Then,’ said I, ‘he’s fallen out of the window and his mangled remains are all mixed up in the back yard, while we stand talking here.’ “At this the fat policeman and I rushed down stairs. - “The lower hall ran clear through to a rear door. When we got there we heard a great row outside. We tore the door open, and there was McKinstry staggering about in a fashion of indignant daze. He was snow from head to foot, but unhurt. This was what saved him: Every day the jani- tor had been up on the tin roof of the building, and with a sort of scraper shoved the constantly ialling snow off the rear eaves. There was ten days’ snow piled up in a long ridge of a drift, which at its deevest was fully seven feet. McKinstry had struck it and gone clear through to the ground. 2 “But it was enough; it saved him. The fat policeman had a dim desire to arrest McKinstry for disorderly conduct and dis- turbing a public gathering, but I forbid the bars and took him away. McKinstry is now a lawyer in a town in New Mexico and numbers the Santa Fe railway in his clientele. He told me afterward that it seemed to him that he was fifteen minutes floating in the air on the occasion of the fall. “A tall electric light mast cn Euclid ave- nue threw a flood of light on the rear of the block, and McKinstry declared that while pendant in the air he whiled away the time in utinizing a six-inch rain spout which ran down the rear of the building. McKinstry asserts that it struck him at the time as the vilest piece of sol- dering he ever saw in his life.” SULLIVAN JOHN L. POOR. He Has Syuandered His Easily Gotten Wealth, From the Boston Post. Joba L. Sullivan, whe fur so many years heid the scepter of kidg over the sporting fraternity of the world, and whose returns to Boston have always been welcomed by e rg crowds and small fortunes in ad- n money, returned last week un- omed and with hurdly enough money to pay for a week's lodging How power, when his rep- utation as the great knucker-out was in- disputable, hitle Vat Coakley, Boston's famous g: : ie the prophecy that inside ot uwilivan would want ich he was then throw- clessly. ‘This prophecy 0 have had more ate a fortune than mates have been made winnings, and the most conser- yative of the: sree that from the day he met Joe Goss in Music Hall in 1880 up to ihe present time he has received and Spent ever half a million dollars. fi:s carecr, so far as money making en- ters into it, has been a marveious one, ranging from a night’s receipts in Bos- ton of $15,000 to a hundred or a thousand dollars for the ple use of his name, either us an advertising dodge or to boom some theatrical combination. To give some idea of the money earned by him in his ing contests, the following tabulated statement, while not absolutely correct, will serve this purpose John Donaldson, bout.. iood, prize tight. prize light bout, July 4, am.. eH, bout. y Jack Burk McCaffrey, at Cincinnati Paddy Ryan, at San Fran: Duncan McDonald, at Minneapolis. Patsy Cardiff, at Minneapolis. ‘The English-Irish tour, IS84.. Boston's Welcoming Home Benefit Sporting Editor, York Illustrat- 3,000 24,000 an tor, and for a short tour with the “Honest Hearts and Willirg Hands” company re- ceived $10,000, In all, it is estimated taat he has rei is stage career 340,000, Jim Corbeit, him $12,000. his book, “The Reminiscences of teenth Century Glad:ator,” and his ether exhibitions, together with the privi- leges he has ended to cigar and Hquor ned their brands after him, x more. For the p' ses of comparison, John’s income for the past twelve years has been st $25 a year. The governor's yearly salary is $8,000; the mayor’s yearly is $10,000; President Eliot's salary is. $8,000. And this fortune he literally threw away. Some instances of his recklessness and carelessness and his spendthrift methods are told in the story of his memorable knocking-out tour. It was his custom to enter a bar rvom and lay $100 upon the counter and order wine for the party, re- fusing the change. If he was hilarious, he has been kuown-to recklessly dash down pyramids of glasses or hurl champagne botties into elegant mirrors, and calmly ask the cost and pay for the damages. [here have been days when he has spent 500, and there have been weeks when his outlay amounted to $10,000. 7 For -the ‘ane pleasure of burying a colored man’s face in a squash pie he paid the man . For the privilege of knock- ing a waitress down in Yeaton’s oyster house on Washington street, he paid $400. For the brutal pastime of kicking two of- fending grays he paid $200. He gave his friends carte blanche one night to drink to his health, and they punished $1,000 worth of wine. Another favorite pastime was to seatter small coin of al] denominations, from a dollar under, recklessly, as he pass- ed along the streets, for the mob that al- ways followed him to scramble for. There are hundreds of men who are in- debted to him for amounts ranging from a hundred to ten thousand dollars, which they borrowed under a promise to pay, who still owe him the money, and, as he has no record of these loans, he is not likely to ever receive a single dollar of it. A pitiful story, a crying beggar, a man, woman or child in misfortune, could have anything he had, even the coat that he wore upon his back. : SSS Too Well Instructed. From the Indianapolis Journal. Customer—‘You are the man I paid $50 to for teaching my wife’s parrot how to talk, I believe?” —-Bird dealer—“Yep.” ‘Well, how much will you take to teach the blamed bird to shut up?” —+e+____— Chief Requisite. 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All orders PRINTERS’ INK, 10 Spruce St., New York. its deem- d most experienced und ideas from a pers- small advertisements, its order to finda hers. It WEATHER MADE TO ORDER. A? Warm ipe Line to Convey Cold and Carrents. From the New York Herald. A boid and daring electrical engineer of London, in an article written for one of the London technical papers, has advanced the Proposition that a few years hence making rain by electricity will be regarded as no more wonderful than the endeavor to sup- ply the motive power for the machinery. of a half dozen states from Niagara is to- day. Nor does he see any reason why the climate should not be modified by the same agency. The author of the article, Mr. Sidney F. Walker, is among the younger and more daring of English electricians. He declares that, “Judged by the age of other branches of science, electricity is still an infant, with ail its manhood’s work yet to accomplish.” He declares that the future of cleziricity holds in view, first, the gradual utilization of the forces of nature known as wind and water power,to the gradual displacement of coal. At irregular periods the world is startled by the cry, “What will-become of us when our coal supply fails?” Long be- fore that period is reached, Mr. Walker as- serts, coal itself will have to fight for its life as an industrial product, just as gas is now doing, the antagonist being wind and water power, delivered where required in the shape of electrical energy. In speaking of this idea, as well as oth- ers advanced by Mr. Walker, Prof. F. B. Crocker of Columbia College said: “I do not know that I clearly understand the suggestion as to utilizing the heat of the tropics to modify the temperature of colder climes. The suggestion may be sim- ply to utilize the heat of the sun’s rays by means of a solar engine for the cre- ation of electricity. This could be trans- mitted Iong distances. You know in the tropics, where the sun’s rays are intense, the solar energy develops a force of about one horse power to each square yard of the surface exposed. Inasmuch as the sun's action Is very nearly continuous in the day time, and but a little interrupted by clouds, this force is fairly reliable. “But it seems to me there may be a much simpler device than this for medify- ing the climate. The simplest device would be to pump hot air from the tropical zone and cold air from the region of the arctic circle. It would not be difficult, nor would it be very expensive, to construct a steel tube system of sufficient diameter to some- what modify the climate of the eastern seaboard. “For example, a thin steel tube, say four or five feet in diameter, would convey en enormous quantity of air. One has really no idea of what this quantity would be until one stops to figure it out. Like Piping O11. “The idea is identical with the pipe line systems now in use. Oil is piped long dis- tances from the oil wells of Pennsylvania, and similarly natural gas is piped long dis- tances. Now it would be just as casy and just &s feasible to pipe air as oil cr gas. “The distance, too, 1s not so very great. I have been surprised to find how short a line would serve for this purpose. If it extended from within’ the tropical zone to within the arctic zone it would more than meet the requirements and still extend ever only an eighth of a circle. It would be only about three thousand miles long. I do not think that it woul@ require a pipe of more than four or five feet in diameter, and the pipe could be built of thin steel and need not be expensive. Such a line would not be nearly so costly to build and equip as a railroad line, nor does it present any ma- terial difficulties. It would be the simplest of mechanical problems, and the ‘right of way’ would not be expensive. “For motive power’ some out-of-the-way waterfall could be utilized, so that the ex- pense of opcration need not be very great. “1 know ull such suggestions as these are generally looked upon as coming from a wild-eyed lunatic. But there is really noth- ing half so daring In this suggestion as was the idea of laying a cable under the Atlantic. The difficulties to be overcome were greater then than any difficulties with which this enterprise would meet. We go to a great deal of expense to secure pure water for use in New York city. I don’t see why it would not be just as feasible to provide means for fresh air and at the same time modify the rigors of our cli- mate. Of course, the original heat or cold might be lost in transmission, but the air would always produce heat where it is compressed and cold where it expanded.” The Heated Air of Cities. I asked Prof. Crocker why his idea could not be immediately applied on a small scale to bring fresh air in the summer time from Coney Island or the seashore. He replied: “It could. It would be a very simple thing to construct a pipe line from the seashore with vents along Broadway or any other points desired, at intervals of a half mile or so, and send fresh air through the streets and make New York quite a seaside resort. “This, however, would afford cnly a tem- porary relief. It would scarcely be feasible to attempt to seriously control the climate, except over wide areas. It would have to be done by national, rather than state or municipal, action, and would probably re- quire co-operation between this govern- ment and the Canadian and Mexican gov- ernments. Such a pipe line as I have de- scribed would have to extend irom scme of the very cold regions of tie far north clear into the tropics. This would enable us at will to draw cold air from the north and warm air from the south. In this way we could probably pretty effectively, too, con- trol the rainfall. At least we could turn on a cold blast when we needed rain, and a hot blast when we wanted to keep it away. It would certainly require a huge system, something very much larger than anything here outlined, to stop a blizzard. “But science today is more daring than ever. It has brushed aside so many diffi- culties, s0 many apparent obstacles, it has probed so many secrets tha: it is not likely to stop short now. In the sense of possi- ble physical achievements, there is no ‘bankruptcy of science.’ Science and in- vention have done much to conquer time and space. They have defied the wind and the waves. They have brought most of the forces of nature under control. Why should they not one day have control of them alr” J —__+ e+ _____ ABOUT VIRGINIA. tative Meredith Writes of the State’s Advantages, Representative Meredith of the eighth district writes of Virginia as follows in the New York Independent: “I do not think there is a state in the Unién where the opportunities for both labor and capital are better than in Vir- ginia. In the southwestern part of the state, for instance, we have large tracts of land which contain mines that have never been worked. We have thousands of acres of farming land which can be bought at very low figures. This is land that Repre They are thrifty farmers, good citizens, ard, us far as my knowledge goes, I be- leve they are doing well. Our farming lerds are cheap, and can be bought~on easy terms. ‘The price of land in Virginia ranges from $5 to $30 #n acre; and highly spread. tand is worth more the las’ ram vestigate and find out just what we have tc offer along these lines. It seems to me that there can be no place in the country where there are better facilities for manu- factories of all kinds. “The western part of the state is moun- tainous. In that section are coal end iron mines. Considerable capital is in- vested in the mining industry, and there are opportunities for further investment. largest amount of employment. We have the best tobacco raised in the world. The tobacco factories at Lynchburg, Danville, Richmond and Petersburg give employment to an enormous number of laborers. The city of Richmond has improved fully since the war, and all kinds of busi- ness are prosperous as the times go.” —_+o2+—____ The “Carclessest Creatures.” From the Philadelphia Press. * He came home the other night tired from a busy day’s work, and his wife waited till he had got his overcoat off and had sat down. % “Did you get that piece of silk I asked you to bring up tonight?” she asked, seeing he had not laid it before her. “Yes, dear; I left it out there in the hall.” “Did you get the pins?” “Yes, dear.” “And the ribbon?” “And Bobbie's shoes?” “Xe * “And the whisk broom?” “Yes. es a wick for the kitchen lamp?” es. ‘And some matches?” ‘Yes; they are with the other bundles.” “And did you see the man about the coal?” “Yes; it will be up on Monday.” “And the man to see the grate in the din- ing room? “Yes; he’s coming as soon as he can.” “Did you see Mrs. Smith about the sew- ing society meeting?” i ay ey ea “And—and—oh, yes, you get a new shovel for the kitchen stove?” ‘N—n—no,” he hesitated; “I forgot it.” “What!” she cried. “What did you do that for? You know we needed that shovel and I told you about it the first thing when you went down town this morning. I do think men are the most forgetful and care- lessest creatures that ever lived.” And she flopped out to see about supper. “AS WELL OFF AS THE RICHEST.” Charles TV, ‘Theresa, the Empress of Austria, Goethe, Beethoven, Bismarck, the Princess Toniso ‘of England, Count Von Caprivi and a host of oter celebritics have visited the famous Sprodel Springs of Carlsbad, aud we are not ail Goethes and Dismar e1 the greater ad- njoy ¥antage of having the Spring, with all its bene- fits, brovght directly home tous, ‘The more rapid micins of trausit and the march of invention iy ringing every one within easy reach of every erntice wlesting. “The Carlsbad’ Water bottled at Spring, or the Carlsbad Sprudel Salt, the solid may be had of any equal in all disorders and in_ gout & MEND) kidneys and biadder, ware of imitations. - EISN Sole Agents, New York.