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THE PRINCE’S LOVE The Romance in the Imperial Family of Austria, RUDOLPH AND VETSERA The Most Probable Story of Their Attachment and Untimely End. AN UNHAPPY ALLIANCE Special Corresyondence of The Evening Star. VIENNA, June 30, 1895. OW RUDOLPH, H crown prince of Aus tria and Hungary, and Vetsera, regard- ed, during a brief ca- reer, as the most beautiful and fasct- nating woman in the empire, really died will always remain a profound Mystery, but the magnificent shrine erected by the emperor in the room of the hunting lodge 4n Mayerling in which that gloomy tragedy ‘was onact=d, and the diminutive chapel fn the cemetery at Helligen Kreutz where the unfortunate countess ies buried, will always freshen the public’s memory. ‘When the terrible news was imparted to Franz Joseph that his son had lost his life and the circumstances of the shocking” affair were revealed to him, it is said that his grief was so great that it knew no pounds, and that,from that.time on he was never known to smile. Be this as it may, it is an indisputablé fact that the emperor upon bearing the detalls of the castrophe which struck at the very vitals of Austria and wnich robbed him of an only heir be the throne, deeming it prudent that the truth be kept from the public, dispatched trusty couriers to the hunting ground with instructions to bind every one to silence by oath and to purchase secrecy at any price. The Public Kept in Ignorance. So severe is the censorship of the press in Austria that the crown can suppress any news, of whatever kind, without a mo- ment’s notice, which it regards as unfit for publication or detrimental to the welfare of the empire. This Is the reason that the Austrian ‘people know less than we our- selves of the dual life of Rudolph and the events which happened prior and sub-' sequent to his death. An American, a resident for many years at the Austrian capital, told the writer that when the news of the’ prince's death reached Vienna it came as a tremendous shock, and that there was a great rush of the populace to the telegraphic stations and newspaper bureaus anxious to learn the full par- ticulars, There was not a soul in the whole 8 ‘The Late Crown Prince. eity who knew what had transpired at Mtayerling, and for days and weeks after the tragedy edition upon edition of the daily journals was confiscated, and every- thing in any way pertaining to the crown prince was expunged from publication. The Pictures of the beautiful countess which graced the windows of the shops upon the Ring and Graben, and which many months previous to the demise of the unfortunate woman found a ready sale, were removed from exhibition by a special edict coming from the palace; and a pamphlet prepared by the mother of Vetsera In defense of the conduct of her erring child was seized im- mediately upon Its appearance. To com- ment or to whisper upon the disastrous hunting party -at that time was worth a man’s freedom, and more than one in- cavtious individual after talking too freely found himself in the clutches of the law. The dumfounded community, which was not allowed to read or to converse upon the all-absorbing subject, was permitted, however, to gaze upon the body of their pepular idol while lying in’ state, to behold the simple funeral procession, unattended with pomp or splendor, as it moved from the cathedral to the imperial vault in the Capuchin Church, and later to view the remains of Rudolph, which were placed by the alde of the sarcophagus of his uncle, Emperor Maximilian of Mexico. ‘There are no less than twenty different versions as to the manner in which these two Illustrious personages met with death. None of them, however, are reliable, and not one authentic. Although there is no positive proof, It {s not at all Improbable, as is believed by the majority, that Ru- Vetsera. dolph and Vetsera, realizing the hopeless- ness of their lot, which prevented them from martyirg, resolved to kill themselves, and that they died In each other's arms amid the hunting festivities at the royal lodge in Mayerling. This theory of suicide is the popular one, and is perhaps the most plausible one, Inasmuch as there are a varlety of circumstances and a chain of probability which make it reasonable. Mated but Not Matched. Rudolpa possessed that essentlal qualifi- cation fer a personage of his rank and file —popularity. The crown princess, coming from perhaps the best royal family in Europe, was greatly respected and received with much favor. Beloved by the com- munity, and fairly adored by the emperor, she at once became the pet of the nation, and greetings in the form of cheers and applause awatted her whenever she ap- peared in public. It was no fault of Stephanie's that she was disliked by the empress. She endeavored to do what she believed was right, and tried to be an affac- tlonate daughter and a dutiful wife. Ru- dolph, on the other hand, unaccustomed to THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JULY 20, 1893-TWENTY PAGES. restraint of any kind, and abhorring every- thing bordering upon domination, tired his youthful wife, and, by his conduct toward others, caused Stephanie to be- come intensely jealous, so that she and the crown prince quarreled almost incessantly. Stephanie, broken-hearted, complained, perhaps with much right, to the emperor of the cruel treatment and neglect she was receiving at the hands of his son. It availed but little, for she completely fost what little influence she had exercised over him during the early years of their wed- ded life. The crown prince would repulse her openly, not only at court, but in tho streets ag well, and nothing appeared to & delight him more than to escape her pres- ence. To show his utter contempt for her finery and everything connected with the im- perial household, he would cultivate the friendship and acquaintance of those who moved in the lowest sphere of life. Al- though hundreds of horses and the most gorgeous equipages on the continent were at his constant disposal, whenever the op- portunity wss afforded the crown prince would slip out of the palace unobserved, and hailing a fiacre would order the driver to take him to the Prater, or any place where fancy dictated. The relations between the different mem- bers of the royal household became more and more strained each day, The result of it all was that a breach arose between the different members of the royal family, with the emperor and Stephanie on one side, and Rudolph and the empress on the other. This is positively authentic, and it cannot be doubted even now that the empress was extremely hostile to her daughter-in-law. During my three and a half yearg’ stay in Vienna I observed the conduct of these two noted women. Not once during that entire time was the Austrian capital large erough to hold them simultancously. When Stephanie was at the palace the empress was in Greece, and when the empress was in Vienna Stephanie and the archduchess were in the mountains. The climax was reached when Rudolph wrote to the pope for a dispensation granting him an abso- lute divorce from the crown princess, who, he claimed, like most princesses, for rea- sons of state, was thrust upon him as a wife. The pope returned this missive to the emperor, who sent for Rudolph. What took place between the two never will be known. It was a heated interview, and the last one between father and son, and that in face of the fact that this was many months prior to the latter’s death. Ru- dolph and the emperor were seen many times thereafter at eourt, but the coldness between them was only too apparent, and occasioned comment all over the empire. Poor Franz Joseph, who had always been an indulgent father, and who really meant well, had lost complete control over Ru- dolph, and the latter, caring but little tor the conservative policy of his father, and thoroughly disgusted with his domestic af- fairs, plunged into a round of dissipation and debauchery. He preferred the com- pany of ‘cab-drivers, minstrels, restaurant keepers and jockeys to the society which he met at court, and said that he never was happier than when he could listen to the Tyrolean songs and topical ditties of Brandtmaier and his associates. Captivating Vetsern. Vetsera, whose name I spell not as I have seen it in print, but as I beheld it up- on her tomb in the cemetery on the out- skirts of Heiligen Kreutz, an unpretentious yet beautifully sitvated village some twen- ty miles from Vienna and about an hour and a half's walk from the convent at Myerling, which formerly was the hunting lodge in which she and Rudolph died, met Rudolph for the first time in the ball room of the palace. Be it said in ber favor that when Rudolph on that occasion gazed into those rapturons, sparkling eyes which had dazzled and thrilled the souls of more than one, and which twinkled and sparkled with merriment and iden delight, he looked upon a mere girl blossoming into woman- hood with innocent and childlike ways. This girl's love for the prince, in its way, was most sacred and profound. There is no proof that the youthful baroness was rot virtuous and 10 evidence that Rudolph ever looked ‘upon ker otherwise than with the eye of an ardent lover. Unfortunate Love. In those passionate letters exchanged be- tween the baroness and prince will be found an undercurrent of pathos which will not fail to move many. Rudolph loved this womaa as he had none other before. In those clandestine meetings in the book store on the Graben, in the parks and in the isolated quarters of Vienna he poured forth the yearnings of his soul. His life at the palace was unhappy. Neither Stephanie nor the emperor understood him. He was Lecoming melancholy and was contemplat- ing suicide. He had but one thought, and that was Vetsera. It was Vetsera during His sleepless nights, Vetsera upon arising, Vetsera juring the day. Vetsera was con- stantly ‘n his thoughts, and he did not spend a moment of happiness without her. Divorce or no divorce, they wouid marry, regardless of his heirship to the thran the empire ur his arbitrary father. could not and would not live without Ve sera. Ig this way he appealed to Vetsera, and she, moved by his pitifui tale, like a girl inexperienced in the affairs of the world, sympathized with the man who found in her a confidant. She became mad- ly in love with Rudolph, and the two— blind lovers es they were—viewed the mat- ter in but one light, and that was that Stephanie, never having had a_ natural claim to Rudolph, should step aside and, relieving him of his misery, make room for their unalloyed happiness. The little chapel at Heiligen Kreutz, where the pictures of Vetsera and her only brother, who fs also dead, may be seen in the centers of the large stained windows, and beneath the floor of which the nuns at Myerling, who alternating day and night in the constant prayer for the soul of Ru- dolph, are to be buried, tells its NAttle tale of an unpropitious love, and the inscrip- tion, “Life 1s like a flower, which blossoms and is gathered,” which js hewn upon the cross marking the grave of the ill-fated Vetsera, suggests the uncertainty of every- thing worldly. J. H. METZEROTT. ——__ Hypothetical Trolley Tunnels. From the Baltimore American, The trolley car party is as popular here as in other cities, but it remained for Bal- timore wit to Invent an attractive novelty for the trolley ride. Last week a party of forty, comprising a due proportion of gay youths and maidens properly chaperoned, started for a ride to Glyndon. On the re- turn trip a member suddenly left his seat and had a long whispered consultation with the motorman, whose subject he re- fused to divuJge to his curfous compan- ions, although, stimulated by the mischley- ous twinkle in his eye, they plied him with questions. On merrily went the car, till all at once the motorman sung out: “At the top of this bill loo« out for the tunnel!” ‘The mystified members of the party look ed at him and one another in amazement, for no tunnel could they remember on the read. But when the top of the hill was reached they shot into quick darkness, for the motorman had turned off the electric lights. A peal of laughter rose as the joke was seized, and then all over the car arose sounds of an osculatory nature which the perplexed chaperones could not locate, but were pacified when told the girls were only kissing their hands in deference to tunnel customs, Six tunnels were passed, and finally the motorman cried out: “Last tunnel before we reach the city!” and the tunnels were unanimously voted the best part of the jolly ride. | STAKED ON A TICKER Gambling by Means of Fictitious Stock Transactions, THE WAY OF THE BOCKET SHOP Many Establishments Here Said to Do Illegal Business. THOUSANDS WAGERED DAILY ANY THOUSANDS of dollars are won and lost every day in stock speculation in Washington. A Knowing one, in con- versation with a Star reporter, stated that $50,000 was a low esti- mate of the amount that changés hands . dally. Almost unconscious- ly the craze for speculating in stocks has grown until Washington can now boast a “Wall street” of its own, a Wall street, too, that is in every sense a reproduction in miniature of the, great financial center of New York. “The street” here has its bulls and it has its bears, the one as aggressive amd the other as persistent as those who fight their bitter but bloodless battles ir and about New York's stock exchange. As yet no Jay Gould has arisen among the local traders in stocks to bring them sicepless nights, to harass their days and to deplete their bank accounts. But the street al- ready has its Russell Sage, hes had its Ives, and will, In time, no doubt, have its king. Greatly Iucreased in a Year. Stock speculation in Washington is by no means a new thing, but it is only within the past year that it has come to be a dis- tinctive feature, as well as an important factor in the business community. <A twelvemonth ago and the stock brokers’ offices could be counted on one hand, now they number half a hundred or more. The curious part of it fs allof them seem to be doing a ‘large business and making plenty of money. As yet there isn’t one with the temerity to call itself a “bucket shop,” but that many of them “bucket” more or less of their trades there is not the slighest doubt. The claim is made by ail of them, however, that they do a strictly commis- sion business, because this keeps them within fhe pale of the law. The question as to where stock speculation ends and gambling, pure and simple, begins, has been settled in New York by the closing of all stock brokers’ offices who bucketed their trades. Bucketing trades, in the’ parlance of the street, means that the so-called broker backs his own game, and loses when it loses and wins when it wins. Then it is a gambling operation, pure and simple. There is no stock dealt in, and the transa- tlon is in no way legal. The protection given by the law to transactions in the stock market’ recognizes only such opera- ticns when the stock actually changes hands. This same protection is given speculation in real estate. There is really no difference tu buying the stock of the New York Central railroad and holding !t for a rise in price and buying thé stock of the loan and trust companies of Washinz- ton or one of-the street railroads here for the same purpose. Both would be equally legal and proper, but it would be, it is claimed, against the gambling act now in force here to stake money on @ guess as to whether the price of any stock should go up or down. The Only Way to Gamble, It is said the growth of stock speculation in Washington Is due In part to the lack of facility for the public to gamble in any other form. Of the $50,000 a day, which it is estimated changes hands each day in Washington it is probable only a portion gces tc purchase stocks on the New York exchange. A large part of it, perhaps as much as two-thirds, Is staked on mere chance, and what the trader loses the “stock broker” gains, and vice versa. It is_eyident, therefore, that many of the offices now in Washington are bucket shops, and differ fiom any other gambling scheme, faro, for instance, only in the increased percentage against the trader fn stocks. An old resident of Washington de- clares that the same faces that were once to be seen about the gambling dens when Washington was plentifully provided with faro banks and poker joinis can now be found gathered about the stock ticker in the brokers’ offices here watching the tape with the same drawn, anxious look with which they waited the turn of a card. “Once a trader always a trader” is an old saying among the stock brokers, and only goes to show how few overcome the infatuation when once it has its hold upon them. A gentleman who professed to have looked into this subject carefully declares that at the least calculation $30,000 Is lost or won every day Ilegally in Washington bucket shops. He thinks that the gambling law now In force here is one of the most stringent in its provisions of any in ex- istence, and it covers these cases fully. This same law was found sufficient under the policy of District Attorney Bir- ney to drive out of the city nearly all forms of gambling. The bucket shop Alone remains, and, protected by Its apparent respectability, would doubtless prove most difficult to crush. There are no drawn blinds to keep out the eye of the law, no panel doors for its officers to break through in order to obtain evidence to bring about a conviction. The bucket shop man knows too well the value of a good front for re- course to any such measures. He always locates himself in the business center of the city and conducts his business seem- ingly with great publicity. But what he does conceal is the fact that he buckets his* trade. The Street. The street in Washington, as it is now called, lies between 13th street and the Treasury Department, on F street. The down town offices, most of which are branches of the larger places near the Treasury Department, are. located on 7th and 9th and F streets, and on the avenue. There 1s not one of these brokers who doesn’t claim to place his trade on the New York stock exchange. This latter claim is, in some cases, absurd on the face of it, as some of the small offices do not do business enough to pay for the leasing of a private wire. They simply bucket thelf trades, depending upon the commis- sion, and the important fact that the trader has to do all the guessing. Many of those opposed to this form of gambling are of the opinion that the proprietors can be indicted under the gambling law. The St. Louls authorities made a fight against the bucket shops out there and several brok- ers as a result are now under indictment. The bucket shops do not differ, at least in principle, from the place formerly operated on Pennsylvania avenue. The projector had what he called a “clock,” which was a machine worked by springs that forced out two cards at a time upon which were printed the names of fictitious stocks. He succeeded in keeping open about a year, in which time, so it is sald, he cleared $125,000. Then the authorities stepped in and compelled him to close. Seeming Compliance With the Law. "The bucket shop brokers have a good thing, and knowing it, make every out- ward show of complying with the law. They all have private wires, but not more than one In ten goes outside of the city. The small offices place their trades with the larger ones whenever they are afraid to carry the trades themselves, and the larger ones transfer their trades to New York whenever they want to balance their sheets. Of course, there are legiti- mate stock brokers in Washington. They are elther members of the New York exchange themeelves or correspond for a member of the exchange, Their business {s strictly a commission ‘one, and every trade placed with them is recorded on the New York stock exchange and the stock delivered each day. The legitimate stock broker calls every broker who trades in fractional lots a bucket shop man. The rules of the stock exchange prohibit the ac- ceptance of any trade under $350. This is accepted as a margin on fifty shares of the stock dealt in, The mania for stock Speculation is incregsing at such an alarming rate that who have. been looking into the mat! regard it of suffi- clent moment to ify action on their part to bring about what they deem to be @ very needed reform. wnat YoU TINKt A — Am Inimitable Epistle in the French- Canndian Dinlect. From the Butte Inter-Moustain. The following letter was read at the Can- adian institute reception last week by J. Chauvin. It purports to be a letter from Pete Laveavx and was rendered in Mr. Chauvin’s inimitable French dialect: “My heart ees fill wid sad, and eet gives me much pain to wrote you dis lettaire. Eef t'ings keep hon lke’ dis I'll be compel to got divorce from my’ wife Julie. “My dear Chauvin, what you s'pose Julie have done. You can’t nevaire t’ink, an’ it make me feel shame for him. To tole you de way he's been bring disgrace on top my head. “De odder day Ill go on Pete Fontaine's saloon to see de boys. What you tink I'll find dare—hexcuse me while I'll drop some tear. “My wife Julie was stan’ up by de bar wid segar in hees mouth and schooner beer on hees han’, When Julie was see me come een he says Pete come have somet’ing on me; what you'll took, ole hoss, Well, my dear Chauvin, when I'll seen dat I'll feel so shame I'll try to crawl t’rough de knot hole on top de floor. can’t say somet’ing, den Julie he say: “What's de matter, Pete. Dis de first time I been see you refuse to took some- thing. "Taint hevery day your wife hax you to took a drink wid him. Come, took something. Am going to put some red paint on de town tonite. By gosh! Whoop! I can lick every son of a gun een Wood- ville wid one han’ tle on my back. Am de stuff, you bet. Haye nudder one on me, boys. Am got de long green to pay for eet.’ All de bum on Woodville was een de sa- loon an’ dey was all drink wid Julie. Den what you s’pose Julle done? Hees ax Jack- pot Charlie for chew, an hee'll bite big piece tobac’ from plug, den he'll sit down by card table an’ commence to shuffie de card, and he'll ax for Joe Shonway to play game stud poker wid him. “Am fe@ so shame for Julie I hain’t know what to do, but I can't help hadmire de way he'll handle dem cards. Sometam he'll hole four aces; sometam five. By gosh, Joe was get skin hevery tam. Den Julie was walk up de bar an’ call for de drinks. She'll took cocktail an’ light fresh segar. Den he'll put his arm ‘round ole John Te- bo’s neck an’ discuss politic, an’ talk on de silvaire question. “Bimeby I'll go up to Julie an’ I'll ax her to come home wid me, an’ what you s’poSe she say: ‘Course I will, Pete. I’m got kine lonesome for you sometam, so I t’ought I'll gone to de saloon an’ got ’quaint wid you.’ “When we got hom de baby was black on hees face wid cry so much, an’ de dinner hes hain’t wash. “Den when I'm sure nobody see me I'll say: ‘Julie, dies ees disgrace, you hought to be ashamed in yourself. What for you do all dat. Am notion to broke your back, an’ fore nudder day is dawn on top dis house I'll get divorce.’ “When women ees down so low like dat she hain’t got no respec’ for himself ‘tees tam to dissolve partnairship an’ quit busi- ness. “Am draw myself hup, an’ look jus’ like mad an’ terrible as ITcan. But Julie hain’t got scare one bit. He say: ‘Pete, tain’t no worrer for woman to. go_on top saloon an’ smoke an’ drink an” play card dan for mans to done dat, an’ am lke to tole you right here dat hever: sian T'll see you go on Pete Fontaine's oon, I'll go dere too. “Well, when Julie ca! mswer me like dat I can’t say something. “ie took like he mean business. Am like to know where Julie been got such crazy, notions on top hees head. But Juli¢ hain't peen dare since, an’ am been 'fraid to go;dare myself. Some- tam when am t'ink about eet am tink Jule struck de nale gn tap de head. What you t'lnk about eet??; . ; ——__+00-__ MISS WILLARD’S! ROMANCE. Was Courted by a Young Minister Who Used: Tobacco. From the New York Worli, * The recent rumor f¢ % the engage- ment of Miss Frances E,,Willard, president of the National Woman's Christian Tem- perance Union, to an‘elderly ‘English gen- tleman of means, who uses a large part of his annual income in the furthering of re- form movements, has recalled to the minds of many of Miss Willard’s friends in this country the romance of her early woman- ced. Miss Willard’s devotion to the temperance cause is by no means coeval with the great crusade of the early 70's, whose outcome was the organization of hundreds of Wo- man’s Christian Temperance Unions. Miss Willard’s parents were among the pioneers of the great northwest, and brought up their daughter with very strict, not to say narrow, Views as to the use of liquor and tobacco. Miss Willard prepared herself for teaching, and while pursuing her studies met a young-man who was studying for the miristry and who gave promise of attaining great prominence in his chosen calling. Their common love of study attracted them to each other, and the young man felt that in Miss Willard he had found the one wo- man who, as his wife, would help him up- ward and would gratefully share the horors of the lofty position at which he was aiming. Nor was Miss Willard’s heart untouched, and the young man’s matri- monial hopes might have been realized but for her discovery that he was addicted to the use of tobacco. She, very promptly told him he could choose between tobacco and herself, and to all his pleadings opposed the one ery: “If you love tobacco more than you do me find some other woman who will toler- ate such a habit.” At length he ceased to urge her, and they went thelr separate ways, she to remain single and become president of the Nation- al Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and one of the best parliamentarians in the United States, and he to marry some one else and become one of the most prominent bishops of the Methodist Episcopal Church. One Performance Only. From Pearson's Weekly. A well-known conjurer, who, under the present circumstances, wishes to be name- less, sends the following good story of his experiences in Montana: “Among other things I had two dice box- es and two clay marbles. I called the min- ers round me, and proceeded to manipulate the marbles and boxes on the bar of the local saloon. 5 “« ‘Now, gentlemen,” said f, ‘I'm no worker of miracles: I don’t heal the sick nor raise the dead, but I'l put this marble under this cup, and bet you a twenty it’s under the other cup. Come, who'll open the ball? “Silence followed. Then a friend of mine elbowed his way to the front. “I'll bet she’s there,’ said he, and laid down his money. ‘And there she fs,’ exclaimed I. ‘Here you are, here's your cash. Once in a while I'm caught just in that-way. Well, who's next?” Here's the mafble}? you can see it go under the cup. Now, Fil bet you either way.’ a “Three rough hands were raised with three twenties, when a husky voice shouted he edge of the crowd:)! ‘Hold in your branchbs, boys, I’m the first man to bet.’ A burly individual in a blue shirt and broad+brimmed hat pushed his way to the bar. :tNow, perfesser, I'm ready fur yer. Lift up your box. There's the ball, dead to rights—see it, fellers?” “The ‘boys’ answerei.affirmatively. “Here's a twentyj: perfesser,’ went on the husky-voiced man; ‘an’ I bet the ball's under that cup. ’Cause why? ‘Cause I’m a rational man, an’ we're Bll rational men— we believe what we see. We seen the ball under that cup, andoit’stgot to be there, an’ I’m bettin’ it’s there.i If it ain’t there they’s been a hocus-pocus, and that kind o’ work don’t go dowr with this hyar com- munity.’ The huskysvolced man produced a six-shooter about as lorg as a Winches- ter. ‘In my opinion I'm belting on a dead sure thing. Lift the cup, perfesser.” “The six-shooter was cocked with an ominous ‘click,’ and the husky-voiced man looked me squarely in the eye. “I confess that I smiled in a sickly way, coughed, hesitated, and would have said something had not a pair of determined steel gray eyes given me fair warning. The joke had gone further than I intended. “I raised the box; the ball was there. “I thought 50,’ said the husky-voiced man, as he pocketed the money. ‘If you want to take any more bets, perfesser, I reckon the boys ‘ll accommodate ye.’ “But I didn’t.’ ———— That's Different. From the Chicago Record. “That man causes me no end of annoy- ance over a bill.” “Why don’t you sue him and collect it?” “Collect It? He's trying to do that.” I can’t move, an’ [| NEW PUBLICATIONS. ‘THE ORIGINS OF INVENTION: A Si! of Indus- try Among Primitive Peoples. By Otis T. Ma- son, A.M., Ph.D., Curator of the Department of in the United States Natlonal Mu- Institation, ‘Smithsonian U.S A. With Mlustrations. London: Scott. Imported by Charles Scribner's Sons, New York. Washington: Robert Beall. This is a remarkably clever expansion of @ paper on the “Birth of Invention” con- tributed by Prof. Mason to the celebration of the centenary of the American patent fystem; an expansion which scientists and students cannot do otherwise than value most highly. Prof, Mason’s expressed de- sire in his introductory chapter is to trace some of our modern inventions to their or- igin and to show how the genius of man, working upon and influenced by the re- sources and the forces of nature, learned its first lessons in the art of inventing. ‘That he has done this most admirably must be evident to any one wno has studied or will study this, the latest of Prof. Mason's records of deep and intelligent research. Some of the conclusions reached wil Inter- est even the least scientific of people. Prof. Mason says that the- Mediterranean race is the most mechanical of all and that the blue-eyed and brown-eyed variety must each settle for itself which shall bear the palm. The Semit is much less so. The Mongolian is, perhaps, more ingenious with his hands. The Africans and Papuans are more mechanical than the brown Poly- nestans; the Eskimo than the red Indians; and the Australians are the Jeast clever of all. In each several division of humanity there are smaller centers of invention, ow- ing both to natural ingenulty and to nat- ural resources. In the higher walks of lan- guage, art, social structures, literature, science end philosophy, the peoples of Eu- rope and Asia will need a new distribution for each classic concept. The Hebrew has never been excelled for sublime con- ceptions on religious topics, the Egyptian invented chronicles, the Greek perfected harmony and protraiture in art, the Ro- mans laid the foundation for jurisprudence. Liberally illustrated and so written as to attract all classes of readers, this book is deserving of the warm welcome it will doubtless receive as soon as Its merits be- come well known. -M I ions of America, By Paul OO earace Member of the French Acadomy. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. Washington: Brentano's. In spite of the fact that criticism is the principal feature of ‘“Outre-Mer,” the book is neverthelzss, becoming quite popular in the United States, for its author says 50 cleverly many cf the disagreeable things |. which Americans themselves ought to say, but which they do not say because they de- sire to be mistakenly loyal to the land of their birth or adoptien. Locally the book is interesting, for its euthor testifies to the fact that the people of leisure throughout the country ‘ong after Washington. “It is a delightful place,” sald one lady to M. Bovrget while discussing Washington. “The men are not busy, as they are here. They are in politics or something. They have plenty of time for afternoon teas!” At which condition M. Bourget does not seem to be displeased, for he says that the abundance of time for 5 o'clock teas does, in fact, give to the city on the banks of the Potomac something of the effect of Dres- den or Weimer. “Walking along these streets,” he writes, “with their border of private houses, with no suggestion of bus- iness or commerc2, you might fancy your- self in some strasse of a German capital. And the easy flexibility of social life is in singular contrast with the cverwelghted condition of the cther cities.” The solid affairs of government, however, receive no attention from ‘the otserving Frenchman in his cleverly written homilies, so in place of a dissertation on congressicpal methods or departmental ways, we have a detailed account of a succession of prize fights which M. Bourget witnessed in the gym- nasium cf Washington's best known ath- letic club, and which to him appeared to be extremely brutal. Bourget has succeeded in Siving us a skillful sketch of superficial America, but only in a few of his bold out- lines can there be found indication that he saw far enough beneath the surface to recognize the solid foundation upon which American character is based. WORDS OF LINCOLN. Including several bmdred opinions of his life and character hy eminent persons of this and other la Osborn | H, Oldroyd, jordal Album,” “A Soldier's Story of the Siege of Vicksburg.” With an introduction by Melville W., Fuller, chief justice of the United States. the oe ee See ee are ot ne nt, Washington, ‘D. ‘ashington: O. H. Oldroya. = Much as the character of Abraham Lin- coln has been discussed, and much as that true nobleman has been eulogized, yet the limit of discussion and eulogy has not been reached. Occasionally there comes to the surface of literature material which adds to the mental stature and moral girth of the martyr President. Of such is this vol- ume cf the Words of Lincoln; a carefully selected series of utterances which gives even to those who have devoted some thought to the career of the ideal Ameri- can new impressions and a more compre; hensive idea of his true greatness. Capt. Oldroyd makes no pretense to having placed in this book even tithe of the good things Lincoln said during his pre- maturely shortened lifetime, but the au- thor has succeeded in placing upon record and in convenient shape for reference some of the more striking remarks dealing with matters.of more than ordinary moment to individuals or to the world at large. In ad- dition to the quotations from Lincoln, there are many of the tributes paid by men of note to Lincoln’s memory, thus giving to the volume the appearance of complete- ness. In an introduction it is stated by Melville W. Fuller, president, and Teunts 8. Hamlin, vice president of the Memorial Association of the District of Columbia, that Capt. Oldroyd has donated the profits resulting from the sale of this book to the service of the association, which, at this time, is engaged principally in an endeavor to preserve In perpetuity the house in which President Lincoln died, where there now is located a very valuable Lincoln museum. JEWELS OF MEMORY. Ry Col. John A. Joyce, author of “Checkered Life,” “1 ems,” “Zig-Zag,” &e. Washington: Gibson Bros. “These jewels from the -casket of per- sonal memory,” says the author in his pre- face, “I flash over the ocean of literature, trusting that some sparkling rays may attrect human hearts when the soul that divined and the hand that fashioned them has vanished like the dews of the morning.” Whatever the jewels may do when the fashioning hand loses its cunning and its life, it is certain that they have already attracted much attention. In times past principally a writer of pcetry, Col. Joyce now gives us a series of biographical sketches of great men with whom he was more or less intimately acquainted; he deals with Lyon and Jackson, Fletcher and Blair, Farragut and Porter, Sheridan, Sherman, Grant, Conkling, Spinner, S. S. Cox, George D. Prentice, Parson Brown- low, Father Ryan ani Henry Stanton, John C. Breckinridge, Gen. N. B. Forrest, Corp. Tanner and Gen. Burnside; furthermore, he chats about the national capital, the battle of Shiloh and other interesting topics, among them—in connection with his sketch of Prentice—how he (Joyce) came to write the only and original “Laugh, and the World Laughs With You.” Then there is poetry and rhyme galore. A clever vol- ume altogether, and one that deserves a hearty welcome from the book-buying pub- He, THE LIFE OF SAMUEL J, TILDEN. By John Big- of Benjamin Frank- elow, LL.D., author of “Life lin,” “Life of Willlam Cull and the Confederate Navy Qf Writi Tilden,” &e. and Speechea of Samuel iD Two Volumes, New York: Harper & Brothers. Washington: Woodward & Lothrop. Gifted with the biographical faculty, honored by long-time acquaintance with the subject of these memoirs, the trusted keeper of Mr. Tilden’s pubiic papers, and having access to Mr. Tilden’s private cor- respondence, it is rot at all surprising that the author of these two volumes kas suc- ceeded in making his work of great value in the eyes of the historian. Dr. Bigelow is confident that when the passions and prejudices engendered by political strife shall, as in due time they will, subside, Mr. Tilden’s place among the foremost and wisest statesmen of our country will be cheerfully recognized. It is in that spirit the whole of this most comprehensive work has been done. Thit Mr. Tilden rendered loyal service to his state and his country will be admitted by every one at all con- versant with his career; the more prom!- rent ttems of that service are carefully detalled by Dr. Bigelow. RECOLLECTIONS OF WAR TIMES. Rem{nlscences of Men and Events in Washington. 1860-1865. Gallatin Kiddie, formerly Member of the House of Representatives from the 19th Dis- trict, Ohio. New York: G -O. Putnam's Sons. Washington: Woodward & Lothrop. “I have just been reading Mr. Riddle’s new book, Recollections of War Times,” writes Prof. Moses Colt Tyler, “and have found it both informing and fascinating. It seems to me that for fidelity of stroke and vividness of color it compares well with any other sketch by or contemporary. of our second and perhaps our greatest hergic age.’* A great many pleasant things might be said of this latest of Mr.. Riddle’s works, but a column of eulogy could not be more comprehensively satisfactory than that, coming, as {t does, from the most eminent authority on American history, himself the author of a history of American literature. THE FISHES OF NORTH AMERICA. B; C. Harris, Mtostrated. New York: Publishing Co, The text of part 7 of this elaborate work is a continuation and completion of the exhaustive monograph on the catfishes. These lowly fishes, so considered among anglers, are, from Mr. Harris’ standpoint, underestimated, not only in their qualities as rod fish, but as edible and stock fish. Certainly he gives many interesting facts as to their habits and the great diversity and distribution of species, which makes this issue of the book particularly interest- ing to all lovers of natural history. The two colored plates, 12x18 inches each, con- tained in this number, are of the striped bass, the rockfish of southern waters, and Willian Garris the large-mouthed black ROUTES AND RATES FOR SUMMER TOURS ria Picturesjue B. & O. 1895. Baltimore, Md.: Passenger Department B. & O. R. &. Where shali_we go is a question that a great many Washingtonians have asked and still are asking themselves and each other. Those who are still in doubt as to where the summer holiday may most com- fortably be spent *might do very much worse than seek the advice and instruc- tion found in the more than four hundred pages of Information which is attractively set forth in this volume. < THE CONDITION OF WOMEN IN THE UNITED STATES. A Traveler'a Notes. By Madame Blane (Th. Bentzon). ‘Translated by Abby Lang- @on Al; Boston: Roberts Brothers. Wash- ington: Woodward & Lothrop. American women have every reason for being grateful to Madame Blanc; not that she has given utterance to compliments merely for the purpose of being compli- mentary, for she has not done so, but he- cause she has accorded her subject a rea- sonable degree of attention, and has told the trath about as much of that subject as she came into close contact with. PUSSY AND HER LANGUAGE. By Marvin R. lark. Including ‘a Paper on the Worlerful Discovery of the Cat People who think they know all about eats should read Mr. Clark's interesting book. It is uniquely educative and is de- serving of especial consideration because its author seems to have conquered almost all of the difficulties attendant upon the total blindness with which he has for sev- eral years been afflicted. AFLOAT WITH THE FLAG. By W. J. Henderson, a f “Sea Yarns for &e. Tus New York: Harper & Brothers. Wash- > Woodward & Lothrop. Will delight any American boy who is lucky enough to possess a copy. The de- talls of the story cluster around that in- cident in Rio harbor, when the U. 8 S& Detroit defied Admiral Da Gama’s fleet by escorting an American merchant ship to a wharf. A starred and striped book of the best sort. MRE. BONAPARTE OF CORSICA. rick Bangs. Tilustrated by H. New York: Harper & Brothers. Joba Ken- . MeVickar. Washington: Totally unlike.any other life of Napoleon ever published, and therefore likely to be papular. Gilroy himself never lampooned the Corsican so artistically as Mr. Bangs LITTLE KNIGHTS AND LADIES. _ Yi Young People. By Murgaret E. Sangacr, at bor of On the Woad Homes" dc. Mimsteated. re : Marper & Brothers. 2 Clean poetry fdr the little folks, who, though comparatively small, are neverthe- less big enough to begin to think seriously of the sober affairs of life. STORY OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES: or, His- tory of the War for Southern Indepemence, + Embracing a Brief bat rehensive Sketch of the Early Settlement of the Countcy, &¢.. and 2 Full, Complete and Graphic Account of the Great Pour Years’ War Between the Nocti the South, Jis Canses, Effects, &c. Joseph "T. Derby of Georgia. With on Inte duction by Gen. Clement A. Evans of 6 Mlustrated. Richmond: &. F. Johnson [ ing Co. ON THE USE OF SILVER AS MONEY IN UNITED STATES. An Historical Study. es THE PHANTOM DEATH AND OTHER STORIES. By W. Clark ll, author of “The Wreck of the Grosvenor,” “My Shipmate Louise,” on a Wide, Wide Sea," &e. With Illustrations by F. A. ‘Carter. New Frederick A. Stokes & Wa on: Wm. Ballantyne & THE FIFTY-CEXT DOLLAR. A Brief History of the Financial Agitation, islation and Con- dition of the United States, from 15¥0 to 1895; followed by 8 catechiem—questions and an: swers—in support of what precedes. Nell = Garothers. Chattanooga: “Standard Publish WHITE DOLLAR. The True Story of “Coin. Legal, Historical and Scientific Standing of the “Dollar of the Daddies.” Fair for the Double Standard that bas served the ‘Three Years. By Murat Hi Philadelphia: ‘News Co. FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD. ‘Thomas Hardy, author of “Tess of the D'Urbeceliiens “Life's Little Ironies,”-&c. With an Etching y B. Ee ey sod 2 Map of Wessex. x : r & Brothers. Washington: Woodward & Lothrop. eee THE MASTERY OF SHORTHAND. A Plea for ness and Method as the Basis of Suc- a David or Mepeescnativer Cackest? Une Ho pl Institute Co. AN ERRANT WOOING. Ry author of “Sweet Bells Out of Tune,” “A Bachelor Maid,” “Crow's Nest and Belhaven Tales." &c. ‘With Uustrations, New York: The Century Co. Washington: Robert Beall. CHIFFON'S MARRIAGE, de Chiffon) Gsp_ (Comtesse (le Mariage de Murtel}, author of a Je Due,” “De Haut en “” “Petit Bob,” &e. ‘Translated by M. L. J. New York: Lovell, Coryell & Co. OLIVER CROMWELL. By G H. ark, D.D. With an Introduction by Charles Dudley Waraet and Dlustrations from Old Paintings and Prints. New York: Harper & Brothers. Washington: Woodward & Lothrop. INFUSTRIAL PRORLEMS. Finance and the Tarif as Related to the Industrial Bilver as Monetary Workingmen by = Beckert & Mi THE OLD MAIDS’ CLUR. By I. Zangwil of “The Bachelors’ Club,” “The Big Bow soe. tery,"” &c. With Numerous Mlustrations by F. H. Townsend. New York: Lovell, Coryell & Co. TRE STORY OF RESSIE COSTRELL. By Mrs. Ward, anthor of Marcella, Sg c.”" “Robert Bk v Be lian & Co. GOVERNMENTS AND POLITICIANS AND WRONGS AND WOMAN'S RIGHTS. -Charles Marcotte. Revised Edition. ity: Published by the Author. TEOMAS BOOBIG. A Complete Enongh Acconnt of His Life and Strange Dis rance. Narra- tian of his Scribe. By Luther Marshall. Bos- ton: Lee & Shepherd. s MAN'S By Kansas A GENDER IN SATIN. By author of “A: Husband of No Im ew York: G. P. Woodward & MERRIE ENGLAND. A Plain Exposition of So- Pualiam, What it is and What it in note Bs Robert Blatehined. ew York: wealt! A GALLIC GIRL. (Le Mariage de Chiffon) By Gyp. Translated by the Editor, New York and Washington: Brentano's. STRENGTH. A Treatise on the Development and Use of Muscle. By G A. Sampson. Chicago: Rand, McNally & Co, 5 MONEY. Gold, Silver or Bimetallism. By Mel- ville. D. . “EM Perkins.” Chicago: Charles H. Kerr & Co. THE SCIENCE OF LEGAL ROBBERY: Miscalled, “The Sclence of Finance.” By Percy Kinnaird. Nashville: Brandon Publishing Co. THE GOLD STANDARD. An Historical Study. By Fioke Adama, Revised to April, 1805.” Wasi ington: Beall. Robert POEMS OF PAUL VERLAINE. Translated by trode Hall. Pictured by Henry McCarter. cago: Stone & Kimbal UNTRY CHIMES AND OTHER RHYMES. By ONeator T Drake. La Grange, Ind.: ‘The Sat- urday Call. OUT. Exemplified Philosophy. By THE roses Sasncleon. New York: The Irving Co, First New Yorker—“I went over to Brook- last Sunday—" TW Bacond New Yorker—“Well, well! Some ae ‘will do almost anything for a drink.” —Life. —————————————— ———————— A Perscnal Experience of the Hamor- int M.Quad.- Not long ago Nate Eisenlord, manager of one of the Denver papers, was in conversation with a Star writer. At one time Eisenlord was business manager of the Detroit Free Press. He told a story about M. Quad, the humorist. “Quad knows less of business methods,” said Elsenlord, “than he does of what goes on in the planets. There came an occasion when we were both at work cn the Free_Press, when Quad longed to be the proprietor of a house and lot. He had always lived in a rented one and put his money in the bank. He determined all at once to own his own vine and fig tree, and having decided to purchase, cast about him to find the proper wigwam. One day he walked in on me, down in the business office of the paper. ““Nate,’ he sald, ‘you know that house live in ‘Slightly,’ I replied. ‘Do you own it yourself? aa last bulletin was that I did,’ I "What will you take for it?” ‘I gazed at him a moment, and seeing that he was in solemn earnest, said that I would take $7,000 for it. ~ . ‘All right,” said Quad, ‘here's a check for 3500. Draw up the deed and we'll ar- range for the balance. How soon can I get into it? “I told him he could have the house in thirty days, but suggested that he had bet- ter take the abstract and have the title en . ““What do I want to bother about the eas brggi ne vem the title will do me. the way, in this house?’ i Ooi aa ir Sure,” I answered, ‘That's right,” said Quad, ‘I never had gas in my house yet and I want to try it and see. How much does the gas cost you?” ‘About $7 a month.’ “Burn all you want” asked Quad. I in_the affirmative. The = the remarkable to friend and foe as being a glare of light from cellar’ to attic. Light streamed from every crack and shone from every casement all night long. This brave display of illuminants excited great admiration and no slight comment. One day Quad, in a seething a me to the business office and in- juired: “Nate, didn't you tell me you burned all the gas you waated in that house and that it cost you only $7 a month? “Certainly I did, Quad,’ I answered. “What's the matter?’ ‘Matter!’ gasped Quad. ‘Just see what these Infernal gas robbers have done. Sent me a bill of $138.50 for last month. You can freely peril your immortal soul rll never pay it. These coal-gas pirates can’t swindle me. I went down to their office and threw dcwn $7 and told them I knew my business, and to turn their at- tention to cheating some one who didn't.” “The matter never could be explained to Quad, and while he no longer burns gas, he is still nobly fighting the collection of that bill in the Michigan courts.” — Diamond Cut Diamond. From Truth. Mrs. Ponsonby presents herself to Madame Valerie, the modiste, to point out an error in the monumental bill for her summer costumes. : “Madatae will notice that the ribbon on the challis gown is charged at S cents a yard, and the ribbon on the surah gown at $1 a yard, and yet precisely the same kind of ribbon was used! A mistake; of course!” murmurs Mrs. Ponsonby in suspiciously sweet tones, a steely glitter in her eye the wi What a stupid bookkeeper is mine! Of course it is a mistake, my dear Mrs. Pon- sonby. I am desolated it should occur! I will rectify it at once. Both shoul@ have been at $L” sal ——— see Mr. Oldboy’s Wants. The table must not *‘! “a Tonge aE Eee ot onc Se ee “Raised on cur own home farm.”" What I want is bam and cabbage, With toothscme bread of rye, And a lttle apple butter, ‘And a piece of berry pie. is menu which once suited me, A freckled boy of ten, I think perhaps might strike the spot, Could I have it again. : ———-+e+ Not All of a Kind. Prom Puck New Yorker (visiting over the bridge)— “Phew! Old man, those trolley gongs would drive me crazy! That's a dozen that have clanged by since I've been sitting here.” just like Brooklyn (readily)—“Now, that’s you New Yorkers to jump at conclusions; half of those were ambulance gongs.” —_—_ +00 The Governesa as a Merry-Go-Round, From Fitegende Blatter.