Evening Star Newspaper, October 12, 1895, Page 20

20 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, OC’ OBER 12, 1895-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. HERO OF THE GRAY Longstreet Last of the Confaderate Lieutenant Generals. : ees rs HIS MEMOIRS IN TYPE AND REVISED Hale and Hearty, He is Still a Good Shot With the Rifle. MEETING WITH DAVIS ————-——_ Gen. James Longstreet, the only surviv- ing lMeutenent general of the confederate army, left for his home at Gainesville, Ga., last night, after a ten days’ visit to his sons, Lee and James, at 1535 I street north- west, where he remained in strict seclusion for a week, until discovered accidentally by one of his friends and a public recep- tion forced upon him. No man has the so- cial side of his nature more fully developed, and none loves reunions, receptions and the meeting of friends any better, but upon this occasion Gen. Longstreet was not at home to newspaper men, committees or in- dividual friends. He came to Washington, in: fact~ to escape from the attentions showered upon him in Philadelphia. As every one knows, he has for the past elght years been engaged in writing his memoirs, and as ts not generally known, the work is finished, and the publishing house sent for him to revise the proofs. Next to his fam- fly and the famous old white horse, that book is nearer and dearer to the warrior’s heart than anything he ever possessed dur- ing life, and in his joy at its finally being ali in type, he wrote to a friend in Phila- delphia that he was going there. When he arrived a committee met him at the depot, escorted him to the hotel, and for the next two weeks he was not allowed a moment's time in which to read the proofs. Gen. Longstreet don’t know how to refuse or ignore the attentions of his friends, and the only remedy was in flight, so he came to the house of his sons in Washington, not letting any onc know his destination. Welcome in Washington. There he succeeded in remaining secret- ed long enough to revise the proofs and re- turn them to the publishers. This im- Fertant task completed, he went home to bis cottage on his little farm, two miles from Gainesville, although his sons and friends’ would very glady have welcomed his stay in this city during the winter. But the general's love for his cottage is in- tense, even though it must now be very lorely, his daughter, whese devotion to her father has been most marked, and who has been his constant companion at home and atroad, now beirg married and boarding in the town of Gainesville, while his four sons have all found homes in distant cities, leaving the old man all alone, his wife havirg died some time since. Gen. Longstreet was greatly disappoinisd that Mrs. Grant had left the city, as he bas not seen her for some time, and his own Hife history and that of Gen. Grant were closely interwoven. Gen. Longstreet ard Gen. Grant were classmates at West Point, and graduated the year previous to the Mexican war, and were sent together to Jefferson barracks, St. Louis, where Gen. Garland was in command. Gen. Long- street was very popular sociaily, and Gen. Grant was the reverse, the daughter of Gen. Garland, subsequently the wife of Gen. Lorgstreet, characterizing him as the mest silent man in the army, as well as the most bashful. Two Warm Friends. But Gen. Longstreet and Gen. Grant were warm friends, and the former finally pre- vailed upon the latter to visit the Mtsses Dent, who were cousins of Gen. Longstreet. Subsequently, as a result of this effort to get his friend into society, Gen. Longstreet had the happiness of greeting his compan- ten as his cousin. When the Mexican war broke out both men went. Gen. Longstreet was promoted four times, each time for bravery upon the fieid, and arose from the rank of second lieutenant to that of major. He became widely known for his heroic act at Chapultepec, where the color bearer be- ing killed and he himself wounded, he selzed the colors and planted them upon the rampart. Here was where the warm friendship that existed between Gen. Long- street and Gen. Robert E. Lee was formed. Gen. Longstreet, as Gen. Grant's superior officer, recommended him for the only pro- motion he received. Subsequently to the Mexican war Gen. Grant and Gen. Longstreet drifted apart, although they kept up thetr friendship, and the civil war found the two men fighting upon different sides, both achieving great distinction. Gen. Longstreet was very seriously wounded during this struggle, a bullet striking him in the throat and com- ing out of his back after ranging over his lung, paralyzing his right arm, so that It is still practically useless, neost of his writing having to be done with his left hand. Longstreet in Reconstruction Days. After the surrender Gen. Longstreet wrote a letter for publication urging the states to adopt reconstruction measures at once and also proclaiming himself to be a republican and asking the best men of the south to join him in espousing that party, arguing that it was necessary for them to do this In order that the difficult task of readjusting state affairs should be directed ty the best citizens and not be placed in the hands of the carpet daggers. Gen. Grant being elected President, ap- pointed Gen. Longstreet collector of the port of New Orleans, a position that he accepted. There was at once a perfect storm of indignation, and Longstreet’s life was in danger constantly. He was openly accused of selling out to the republicans, but he remained true to his convictions. During the war Gen. Longstreet and President Davis differed upon a number of important matters and the defection of the former, as it was termed, created a feeling of intense bitterness upon the part of the leader of the lost cause. There was no term too strong to use In Jenouncing the course of Lonyst His Simple Life. The general removed to Gainesville, Ga., where he lived on a smali farm in a beau- tiful mansion, commanding a view of the entire surrounding country. This house was burned while the family were absent, the fire being usually attributed to political enemies of Gen. Longstreet, although he has always declined to accept this view, and contents himself with having no the- ories as to the cause of the fire. Although Not destitute, the general was by no means wealthy, and a small brown cottage took the place of the mansion. It is but one story high and consists of but six rooms. Across the road is his vineyard, where, when his strength will permit, he exercises by Reeing cut the weeds; the tall, com- marding figure of the soldier being fre- quently seen as he wields the garden im- plements. After his removal to Gainesville, Jefferson Davis made a trip through the south, and was to be tendered a reception at Atlanta. Gen. Longrtreet was Invited, although the enmity existing upon the part of Davis was well known, and the policy of extending the invitation was very seriously discussed. Finally it was agreed that Gen. Longstreet would refuse to come, and his friends, of whom he had legions, would resent his not being invited, and he v requested to be present. A Memorable Reconciliation. His old white horse that he rode during the war was still alive, and the railroad company agreed to carry the animal to At- Janta free of charge. The general donned fis confederate uniform and went to the city. The streets were packed when he ar- rived, and !t was almost tmpossible to get within two blocks of the carriage contain- ing Davis as ft erected for him. passed to the platform They had finally reached the place, when from dowr. the street came cheers as loud as those that greeted the leader of the lost cause. * wd seemed to have gone wild, and the ebel yell” sounded from thousands of throats, as, erect and iaanly, Gen. Longstreet rode the old war h Mr. Davis turred platform and asked, ing fo: ca head for a moment to scme one on_ the “WE is that cheer- nent Longstreet is dropped his s breast. Then, pon as the general mounted the steps to the latform, Davis arose. grasped him by the and and wrung it heartily. Strong men, who revered Davis as the head of the de- funct ccenfederacy, and who loved Long- street as the general who had led them, wept like children, hats were thrown into the air, and the applause was deafening. The reconc‘liation was complete, and the two men were warm friends up to the time of the death of Mr. Davis. A Good Shot Still For some time past Gen. Longstreet has been in feeble health, but is now stronger than for several years. His step is firm, his shoulders erect and his eye clear. Talk- ing with his son, Lee, yesterday, a Star re- porter heard en interesting incident of Gen. Longstreet’s clearness of vision. “There was a hawk on the farm that was killing the little chickens,” he said, “and father was greatly attached to the chickens. The hawk settled upon a dead pine tree, too high for me to shoot him. Father want- ed me to get the rifle and kill the bird, but I told him it was useless to try until it came lower than it was then. He did not say any- thing, and I thought ncthing more of it until half an hour later, when father came to the house carrying the rifle in one hand and the hawk, shot through the head, in the other, and at that time he was so feeble that Thad no {dea he could carry the gun, much less shoot anything with it.” Referring to the book now just completed, he said: “Father has worked at it for the past eight years. He has not had much else to do, and has rewritten it several times. It has been such a constant source of pleas- ure to him that I don’t know how he will get along now it is completed and in the hands of the publishers.” —_—.——_ TAMED A TIGRESS. ‘The Brute Taught to Ride a Horse and Jump Hoops. From the Galveston News. James McElroy, a young man who was born in Galveston and lived there with his family up to six years ago, has gained fame as the only man who ever succeeded in taming and training a tigress. Wild ani- mal trainers have failed to subject tigresses to their will after having succeeded with nearly every other species of wild beast. The animal that McElroy trained Is Vic- toria, a majestic specimen of the full-grown Bengal tigress. She was captured at the age of three months in a jungle near the city of Amoy, China. The baby tigress could not have received more careful treatment if she had been McElroy’s* child. The trainer permitted nobody but himself to perform even the most trivial services for his pet. He pre- pared her food himself, gave it to her out of his own hands, brought her water, cleaned her den out daily, played with her and even slept beside her. In this way he taught the little cat that she must depend upon him alone for every necessary of life. As it was McElroy’s intention to make her the only tigress equestrienne in the world he took her every day into the stables and played with her among the horses, to fa- millarize her with those animals. This course of training was. continued until McElroy decided that the tigress was old enough to leave the kindergarten and enter upon ‘the actual work of receiving her education. In training Victoria one man, Henry Chappelle by name, and two horses sacrificed their lives. She is a treacherous brute, even when in the best of humors. The first day they turned her loose in a big cage to give her the first les- son on horseback riding she ripped off the thick leather armor that covered the horse's body and tore his head from his neck with her teeth and claws. Chappelle and Mc- Elroy were in the cage, and Chappelle, try- ing to save the horse, commenced lashing Victoria with a blacksnake whip. That act cost him his life. The tigress made one spring from the horse to Chapelle, bore Eim to the earth and sank her fangs into his throat. McEroy escaped from the cage in time to avoid injury. Victoria never had another chance to hurt anybody while receiving her educa- tion. Her claws were clipped and a steel muzzle was fastened over her head. Mc- Elroy worked with her three times a day for eighteen months. He rigged a hoisting apparatus to lift her from the ground to the horse’s back. In a few months he had her trained so that the muzzle could be dispensed with and her claws allowed to grow. A Raft of Rats Drawn by Fire. From the Kansas City Times “It is an indisputable fact that fire will draw rats,” said Louls Simonds of St. Louis. “During a recent big fire near the river bank in St. Louis a fire brigade acted the part of Pied Piper of Hamelin, and, with the assistance of the flames, drove out of their niding places into the Missis- sipp! as many rats as did the mythological musician. While the wateF was lighted by the reflection of the conflagration, a black mass was seen floating toward the east shore of the river. This proved to be some thousands of rats. “They were headed by their chieftain, an extraordinarily large, black fellow, and, finding their quarters attacked by the fiames, had taken to the river for self- preservation. The current carried them a considerable distance out of their course, ard during their passage some hundreds of them were drowned. Spectators on the bridge made bets on the race, but they were all declared off, because on the Illinots side there was no landing place handy for the fatigued rats, and as far as could he seen, with the exception of the stronger fel- lows, the whole bunch perished in the river.” - ————_+-0+_____ English Youths Learning Horse Lore. From the Wichita, Kan., Eagle. Five young men, alleged scions of aris- tocratic families in England, arrived here a few days ago with thirty trunks, and took quarters at the best hotel in town. The next day after arriving they applied for work at three fast horse farms, end offered to work for nothing in order to learn the American way of developing speed in horses. Thirty-two of them came to America to- gether, scattering themselves about New York, Kansas, Nebraska, Kentucky and California. Two of them secured work on the farms and the other three have become laborers in livery stables. After their day's work is done they go to their hotels, dress up elegantly, and live and entertain like lords. One of them, said to be a nephew of Sir Charles Palmer, is assisting in tak- ing care of Ashland Wilkes, the sire of John R. Gentry.- They say they will remain here two years, and that their purpose is to get ac- quaintec with the stock in order to secure the best sires and breeders to take to Eng- land with them In other words, they pro- pose to secure for England the cream of American trotting blood. ee The “If” is Rather Important. From the Philadelphia Itecord. Here’s something that may save your life when a bull gets after you. When a bull charges, just before the final lurch he shuts his eyes, and if you have the pres- ence of mind to stand stockstill until he ‘s about two or three feet from you, all you have to do is to step aside, and he misses yeu. Any child with sufficient presence of mind to do this can let a bull charge all aay with perfect safety. This is not a new thing, as it Is one of the secrets of the bull fighter in the countries where the sport {s practiced. The bull fighters say that a ecw does not Go this, and they would never any such tricks with a mad cow. The er knows that what is said about the Lull’s habit is true. ——+e0- The Evening Star for the full time the mystery story, “When the War Was Over,” is running, including back numbers, will be sert, postpaid, to out-of-town sub- scribers for 60 cents. Subscribe.for an out- of-town friend. ——— eee That Striking Costume. From Harper's Bazar. Mrs. Gargoyle—“What struck you most while travelirg in Holland?” Mrs. Trotter—A good many of the men wore bloomers. —-—_—+2-______ Nature Was Ahead. From the Detroit Froe Préss. “I utterly refuse your proposition of mar- riage! Do I not make myseif plain?” ‘Nature has forestalled you,” he said, getting in his work with deadly effect.” “FOR INDIGESTIO! Use Horsford’s Acid Phosphate. Dr. W. 0, Hot. Ronie, Ga., sa ‘I have found it both an agreeable and’ useful remedy in many cases of indigestion and also in nervous troubles, attended with sleeplessness and a feeling of exbilustion."” WARNING TO PARENTS Keep the Children Off the Streets After Dark. WORK OF THE SALVATION ARMY Familiar Scenes at Twilight on Pennsylvania Avenue. WHAT MRS. SCHAYER SAW Written for The Evening Star. One evening some weeks ago I happened to be strolling along Pennsylvania avenue at an hour when the business of the day be- ing over that brilliant thoroughfare pre- sents a strangely deserted and unfamiliar aspect. The well-dressed, respectable peo- ple, who throng its broad pavements during the day, are not to be seen. They are at heme, dining, resting and preparing for the evening’s pleasures. It gives one a strange sensation to stand on a corner and look up and down the avenue at this hour. Most of the bulldings are closed and dark from basement to eaves. Some great show windows are still brightly lighted, however, and before these the hurrying shop girls stop for a glance at the unattainable splendors displayed be- hind the plate glass. The street cars_pass, as usual, but carry few passengers. Along the south side of the avenue, the side given over for whole blocks, by common consent, to dubious uses, the lighted windows of drinking saloons, pool rooms and kindred resorts, wink knowingly at the public, which ‘protests against, yet permits, and even tolerates their existence- Passersby. * Now and then a married pair saunters aleng, accompanied by children of assorted sizes. The man invariably smokes a pipe, and the woman generally carries an infant, and all stop at each illuminated window to gaze upon and discuss its contents. It is the family of a poor but honest laboring fran, taking its inexpensive recreation. As the twilight deepens groups of men, of ull ages, but of one type, steal into view and slouch along, talking in hoarse, furtive voices, their conversation, if such it must be called, broken by lurid oaths and vicious laughter. These are the frankly bad and degraded of our city’s population, the crea- tures who hide by day, not only because their deeds are evil, but because their filthy clothing, emitting gusts of vile alco- hol ard tobacco as they pass, would draw upon them attention that might interfere with the exercise of that ‘personal liberty” which is the one proud possession remain- ing to them. As I stood on the corner in the dusk these champions of personal liberty passed me by scores and hundreds—old men, sltuf- fling tremblingly along, casting sly, bleary glances to right and left, seeing a oe in every face; middle-aged men, bloated, gross and hardened beyond care; young men, cultivating assiduously their latent capac- ity for deviltry, swaggering, foul-mouthed, vain of their degradation, and—boys! Lit- tle fellows, from ten to fourteen or fifteen, many of them well-dressed, and having every appearance of belonging to respec- table families—what were they doing on Pennsylvania avenue at this hour? Their First Lesson. Taking their first lesson in vice and dis- sipation, perhaps. Many of them walked already with a knowing swagger, the dead- ly cigarette between their beardless lips. All of them were wide awake, on the qui vive for anything in the shape of amuse- ment or excitement, from a fight to a fire, that might turn up, and all of them fuil of the bumptious, fooilsh conceit of youth and ignorance. And, saddest of all, there were numbers of girls—very young girls, hardly more than children, their whole ap- pearance indicating that they, too, like the boys, belonged to at least respectable fam- ilies, and like the boys, were out in search of amusement and adventure. Where were the parents of those chil- dren? God pity them, when too late they learn what their blind indulgence and crim- inal neglect of duty have brought forth. This good-natured carelessness of Amer- ican parents, this absurd confidence in the ability of very young people “to take care of themselves,” is sapping the foundations of society. A Swect, Pure Voice. Saddened by these reflections, I was pur- uing my way homeward, when all at once a sound arrested my attention. Above the noise of street cars and shuffling feet and human conversations, arose a clear, sweet, bird-like voice, that coming as it did out of all that tangled hideous discord struck to my very heart of hearts. I stopped and listened, and then went toward it. I half expected it to retreat from me, to lapse in silence, but a little farther along the street I saw the red banner of the Sal- vation Army waving above the heads of a crowd, and making my way thither I found my singer. She was_a slender bit of a girl, wearing the uniform of the army. A guitar was slung over her shoulder by a red rib- bon, and one little hand thrummed its strings softly 2s she sang. The melody was that of the old song: “‘Take Back the Heart That Thou Gavest, etc.” The words were new—‘sacred” words they would be called. I°cenfess they did not impress me as they doubtless should have done. I was absorbed by the voice and the singer. It was an astonishing thing to me to hear that pure, lovely voice, to see that delicate young girl in such a place. Of the Salvation Army. Grouped about her were several men and women in the army uriform; one grizzled old fellow, in a scarlet jersey, carrying the scarlet ba.rer; others with guitars, tam- bourines, a violin, ete. At the end of each stanza these joined, softly and in good tune, in a sort of refrain or chorus. When the song was over the singer addressed the crowd. Her speaking voice, like her sing- ing voice, sweet, persuasive, pathetic in the extreme. Then all the company knelt In the dust of the street, and one prayed with much fervor. And I—I looked about upon that crowd, and wondered—wondered if perchance one seed of all sown by these patient, earnest workers had fallen upon fertile soil. ‘They were the usual faces of the street crowd—not a pleasant sight at any time, in my opinion, but at this hour made up still more largely of the vicious and aban- doned. Stolid indifference, vulgar curiosity, some, but not much, open derision—that was what I saw. Only, as there came a fervid appeal for lost womanhood, the lips of a young girl near me quivered for an in- stant—like the lips of a child about to cry. It was only an instant, then she took her girl companion by the arm and went her way with a reckless laugh. Yet, who knows, there may have been down in that poor lost girl's neart a seed that will ger- Minate and grow into a saving penitence. A Noble Purpose. It is for this these people have set them- selves apart; for this they are working un- der conditions that fill the minds of the ignorant and unsympathizing with incre- dulity and scorn. But gradually it is be- coming understood by the better classes of the community that the Salvation Army is not a minstrel show, or a combination of freaks; that it is composed of earnest, God-fearing, self-sacrificing men and wo- men, doing a great work in an original and powerful way. Dear madam, as you settle your perfumed draperies in your cushioned pew, and grace- fully prepare to listen to the smocth periods of a highly accomplished divine, and the musical mouthings of an experienced choir, far from the great unwashed, who would never dream of intruding upon the hallowed precincts of a fashionable church—at least refrain from sneering at those devoted Christian women, who disguise their often attractive persons in the dusty uniform of the Salvation Army, live in localities of which you have never even heard, and take by the hand the malodorous outcast, with- out even a vinaigrette near to mitigate the accompanying horrors. I tell you—and I know what I am writ- ing about—that many of these women, upon whom, madam, if you deign to look at all, you look askance, are as weil born, as well educated and very likely as highly endowed by nature as your scornful self. And they have done literally what Christ demanded of His followers—they Rave left all to fol- low Him. They have given up home, friends, social positions; they have accepted poverty,privations, humiliation and labor as their portion, and have entered into 4 ter- Tible hand-to-hand fight with sin, which its @ very different thing, madam, from the vague muttering of a prayer in the rain- bew tinted atmosphere,of a church—as you will not be likely to deny! Earnest and Sincere. One may wonder at the methods of the Salvation Army, one may even smile at certaih features of their service, but no one can approach them in an honest frame of mind without being impressed by their earnestness and sincerity, and touched to the heart by their attitude toward even the lowest of vagrants. “This,” one exclaimed in wonder, “this is the true, Christlike spirit!” JULIA SCHAYER. a POPPING OF A PAPER BAG. A Baking Powder Man Tackels the Sparrow Nuisance. From the Louisville Commercial. One of the slickest men I ever saw was a young fellow out west who was selling baking powder, and was up to all the dodges to advertise his goods. He happen- ed to etrike one little town in which En- glish sparrows were a great nuisance and the authorities had offered a bounty on sparrow heads. The baking powder man saw a golden opportunity to give his goods a big reputation, and offered to extermi- nate all of the sparrows in town inside of two weeks. His proposition was gladly accepted, so he began his work. He selected a large vacant lot as the scene of his operations, and every evening would go out there with several bushels of corn, which he fed to the sparrows until they began to get ac- quainted with him and came to the lot in bigger droves every day. In the meantime he had sent east and bought a barrel of empty capsuls, which he filled with the baking powder, and then put salt on the outside of them. Wher he saw that all of the sparrows in town were comirg to the feed ground he had a large tank of water placed there and was ready for the grand climax. On this eventful evening he took his salted cap- sules of baking powder to the lot instead of corn and threw them out to the unsus- pecting sparrows. Of course the salt made the birds thirsty and they immediately flew to the water tank and drank, and the result was something awful. The water melted the capsules and made the baking powder rise. The poor little birds tried to stay on the ground, but the baking powder was too strong and com- pelled them to rise straight up into the air and finally popped them open. The specta- tors could plainly hear the sparrows pop, and said that it sounded like the popping of a paper bag. It rained popped sparrows all night, and the next day not a single lve one was Visible. It is needless to say that there ts only one brand of baking powder for sale in that town. a eee CIGARS ABROAD. ON BUYING An Inferior Article ax Compared With That Sold Here. 50 Record. man in London insisted that the tobacconists, in purchasing thetr Ha- vana cigars, were guided by the pictorial value of the pictures on the boxes. He said the boxes were the hindsomest and the cigars the poorest he had ever found. The English tobacconist will invariably hand out a dry cigaP‘unless the customer makes a special request for something fresh. Within the last two years some of the shops have made an effort to “push” the Indian cigars. They may be just es good, but any one who become acc: tomed to Havana cigars wouldn't think so. ‘They have a flavor of their own and would appeal only to a cultivated taste. A cizar that would cost 10 cents in the United | States is sold for 12 eents in London, and the 15-cent article IS cents. In Holland, Germany and Switzerland it is possible to get American c'gars and cigarettes at a comparatively slight advance over the co: at home, but the steck is seldom fresh or tempting. Cigar stores in Paris are few and far he- tween. y are known as government depositories, and are numbered as such above the doorways.’ The cigars are for sale in small, sealed boxes coftaining four, six or ht cigars each. Usually the ci- gars are of bad quality and not at all fresh. The native cigars may be bought singly, but they can be smoked by no one except a brave Frenchman. Smoking to- bacco is sold by weight. It is black and very bitter, and is used in the manufac- ture of French cigarettes. An American 10-cent cigar of fa‘rly good quality costs 16 or 20 cents. It may be set down as a rule that American tobacco in France costs twice as much as it would in the as everywhere United States. In Franc on the continent to be connoisseurs as regards wine i viands, smoke bad tobacco. It is tobacco that smelis like “something burning,” and it tastes worse than that. a How Ants Kill a Snake. Frem Pearson's Weekly. ‘That ants can actually kill snakes is a hard thing to believe. There is irrefutable evidence, however, that they do, and scien- tists have discovered that the snake has herdly a more dangerous enemy. The large red brown forest ant ts the sort that is the micst fatal to snakes,-and & curious thing about the attack of these tiny creatures on this comparatively enormous reptile is that they kill it for food and not on account of ary natural antipathy. When some of the ants catch sight of a stake they arouse the whole community at crce, In platoons and battalions the little fellows sct upon the reptile, striking their rippers into its body and eyes at thousands of points at once. With such rapid movement and such splendid concentration is the attack made that the snake has no chance at all of es- caping. It is like a thousand electric reedfes piercing him at once. The snake soon becomes exhausted, and dies igno- miniously. Then the ants set harder at work. They tegin to tear off the flesh in small pieces, gradually stripping away the skin and working underneath. Not until they have carried off everything, except the bones and the skin itself, do they retire. -ses- Between Them, (A Society Conversation.) From Truth. = He—“He says you are engaged to him. She—“True; but I am going to marry you, so why should you complain?” He—“I should not. And, by the way, what a lot of money your father must have.” She—“Yes, he will be rich enough to buy an ancestral home next year.” He—‘It's rather fortunate that our twin- great-great-grandfathers were partners in that meat market.” She—“Why?" He—“Because if our family had been older than yours of course I couldn't have mar- ried you, and if you had been of a family older than mine you couldn’t have married me.” She—“Tell me, why did you insist on giving me two engagement -ings: ie—"One was to bind my promise to mar- ry you and the other was to bind your prom- ise to marry me. She—‘“‘You seem to feel assured that we shall marry then?” He—“Nothing can convince me that you will not eventually love me.” She—“Then you may hope, my dear.” ——_—_+e+___ Written for ‘The Evening Star. Furling “Old Glory.” His dreadful dragon-shape the Sun has bowed Upon the level of the glittering sea, And o'er the ramparts, clearly, tenderly, Blares the swect bugle. Hark, straightway aloud Reverberates the cannon to the cloud, And ere the echo answers, nolsclessly Yon star-sprent flag its glory furls. O be Uplift on many morns that banner proud! Out of cerulean shadows far below > Phantasmal Ships (they seem) melt into view, Skim swift with gull-like wing the bright wav flow, And softly fade again in misty blue; While harbor lights twink out and on the slow Wind, Music wakes and faints and breathes anew. —ELISABETHD DUPUY. Free to Bald Heads. We will mail on application free information how ta grow hair 1 a Bald head, stop fallit halr and remove iseases. Address ALTENITETM MEDICAL ENSAKY, 127 E. 3d st., Cincin- nati, Ohio. ‘012-3, SOLVED BY SHERLOCK HOLMES How a Reporter Was Aided in Finding the Beoret of the Holt Will. Written for The Evening Star. Being detailed to ferret out the mysteries surrounding the Holt will case, I at once recognized that so intricate a problem should have brought to bear upon it the discerning mind of the finest detectives ‘hat could be procured. This one conclu- sion is all that I claim the credit for in unraveling this most mysterious case. Re- sults that followed I attribute to luck only, and I can never doubt that luck is an ele- ment in the determination of human af- fairs. It was pure luck that led me to discover that Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the famous London detective, whose confidence was gained by one Conan Doyle, was in Wash- ington. I was walking along Pennsylvania avenue on the evening of the day after the burned will was received for record, medi- tating on the herculean task before me. My attention was attracted by a@ strange- looking object hobbling along on crutches. The man had evidently lately met an acci- dent, and I became interested in him at once, thinking there might be a story concerning his mishap that would prove of value. He was gazing in a shop win- dow as I came up to him. and I stopped by eee ae we hand was bandaged and fe piece uf court pi: arenes Plaster ornamented “Railroad accident?” I asked as the crip- pled man glanced toward me. The stranger did not deign to reply to my question, but, looking me over from head to foot in a hasty manner, replied, to my great astonishment will see you at 7: = pela you at 7:30 today. My ad The man placed a small ptece of pa: f my hand, and, with no other word. hob: bled away on his crutches. This stranse proceeding excited my wonder, and I would have again accosted the cripple, but, be- ing pressed for time, I continued my way down the avenue, examining the bit of pa- ad just received. I wa iu perplexed when I read: ee snanere SHERLOCK HOLMES, No. —— E street, Washington, D. C. herlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes,” I repeated, to cail to mind any one I had known bearing that name. “That's Conan Doyle's detective,” I ruminated; “but surely Conan Doyle's detective is a myth, and, if I remember -correctly, he was killed | in ene while on the track of a crim- al. My mysterious friend, however, was real flesh and blood, although considerably bat- tered. I determined to allow nothing to Prevent me from calling at the eddress, for i believed there was somethirg about the man and the accident he had lately met worth knowirg. . ee 8 ao in.”” ese words came as a response to m! knock. I had sought address of the mysterious cripple and had located him in a back room of the top floor of a rather dingy house. With some hesitation 1 open- ed the door. The room was a large one, comfortably furnished, with two large win- dows facing the south, whence eame a re- freshing breeze. The gas was burning dimly, and by its ht I saw a man re- clining on a couch. “Be seated. Breeze near the window,” he s:id. Still the figure reclined, and I felt a little uneasy regarding my surroundings, as 1 closed the door and accepted his invitation, or rather followed his instruction, as I re- garded it from the tone in which it was given. I had actually forgotten to inquire for Mr. Holmes, which I then lost no tine in doing. When I did so the reciining fig- ure sat upright; then arose, and, walking across the room, took a seat by me. It was plain that it was the man I had seen on Pennsyivania avenue, though there was no evidence of lameness, and the bandage and court plaster had disappeared. “What paper do you report for?” asked. I had said nothing that could lead him to believe that I was connected with any nev, paper. I was so mystified that I became ete hed, and sat for a moment unable to rep “Of course, you are interested in the solution of the Holt will case,” he contin- ued. “If such a slight matter should be of importance to you as a newspaper man, I will look it over and unravel the skein of events that make it complicated and un- fathomable to the lawyers—and the report- ers,’ he added, with a look that suggested a_sneer. Locking the man over carefully, I was inclined to believe that I had a madman to deal with. or at least a harmless crank, and I remained silent. ow, mind you,”, sald my queer ac- qvaintance. “I will give you the results of the investigation I propose making on one condition. I've been cheated by those mushhead Scotland Yard detectives, so that they always get credit for what I do, but they paid me and it made no difference. They got credit for all I have ever done, but the pay I received was all I wanted, tegether with the amusement that came to me ‘om following my profession. I have decided to leave England forever and he the world. Conan Doyle fake about land.” Holmes smiled with satisfaction as he eontinued. “But don’t blame him for that. He knew no better. That was a little game of my own, to keep the public eye off me while I ran down some delicate matters. But that is past.’ “To come right down to business, I pro- Fcse to settle here, and want an adver- tisement. Once I am known there will be no end of professional business that will seek me. I will unravel this little mystery atcut the burned will, and you can have the results, but you are to give me credit for it. See! After I am known here, I don’t care about having credit for any- thing. Do you promise?” { hastily replied that if he would lay be- fore me the solution cf the Hoit will case I would give him araple credit for his rev- clations. I asked him to tell me why he supposed he could get at the solution of so great a mystery. “So great a mystery!" he repeated, as if mocking me, and in a sneering tone. nything is _m; and the blind. I have not yet given a single thought to the case,” he went on, “except to see that the newspapers here are making a great hurrah over it. The reporters are about as obtuse as the Scot- land Yard detectives.” Having given my solemn promise that he should receive all the credit for unraveling the mystery, I related, at his request, the circumstances of the case, how Judge Holt’s property was being distributed to his heirs-at-law when a mysterious burned document was received by the register of wills. I told him all I knew of the case, of which he appeared to be utterly ignor- ant. I thought I had given him all infor- mation that a detective could desire, but at the conclusion of my narrative he asked if that was all I knew, and remarked that detectives, lawyers and reporters see only what is unimportant, while they allow the salient facts to pass unnoticed. “Were there any marks on the burned paper—no finger prints?” I replied that so far as I knew there ad eben: no attempt to discover such narks wrote a great my being killed in Switzer- te take up my home in Washington, which | is destined to be the greatest capital of | erious to the ignorant | “Of course not,” he ejaculated, impatience. “Were there any fly specks on the paper, and on which side were they?” I told him I didn’t know. “Was either side of the paper stained a light yellow, as if it had been exposed for a _long period to the sun?” I_didn’t know. “Was there a small blot of red ink in the upper right-hand side of the paper on the reverse side?” I didn’t know. “Of course you don’t,” exclaimed Sherlock Holmes, jumping to his feet. “If this wasn’t the simplest case in the world I would have to find something about it. I suppose the lawyers and the reporters have spent their time identifying the signatures and endeavoring to learn at what letter box the document was dropped. That is the way the Scotland Yard mushheads go to work. They concoct theories and then try to work them out. Come here tomorrow evening. Same time.” Sherlock Holmes then crossed the room, and, taking up a violin that lay on a chair, began playing a dainty waltz, his appear- ance showing that he had become oblivious to my presence. I withdrew from the room and house, and when on the street, for the first time since my call, breathed easily. I firmly believed I had escaped from the pres- ence of a crank; but my curiosity caused me to visit the house again on the follow- ing evening. Upon calling on Sherlock Holmes a second time I found the detective engaged in the performance of a jig, waving his arms in a frantic manner. The door to his room was standing open, and he did not see me for several minutes. When he did observe me he bowed politely, and said he was tak- ing his usual after-dinner exercise. He in- vited me to a table in the center of the room and lighted the gas, the room on my arrival being lighted only from an electric light on the street. He produced a photo- graphic copy of the burned will and laid it on the table. Then he brought out another sheet of paper, partly burned, and laid it over the will. I at once saw that the burn- ing was exactly the same on both sheets. The holes made in the paper of the will corresponded with those on the sheet of paper he had placed on it. When laid to- gether it appeared evident that the two pieces of paper must have been together when partly consumed by the fire. It seem- ed impossible for human effort to have pro- duced such a result except by burning both sheets at one time; but I realized that the real significance of the similarity in the partial destruction of the sheets must be found in the explanation that Sherlock Holmes was to make, and for the first time I began to regard reriously the queer antics of my newly made acquaintance. “Read,” he said, pointing to some faint marks on the sheet of paper. BG handed me a magnifying glass, and I read: “Canceled. To be burned.” “That handwriting,” said Mr. “is in the hand of Judge Holt. That can plainly ve seen. These papers, among others, were put aside to be destroyed, and this inscription shows that the judge left their destruction to some servant. They were partially burned over an open grate wood fire. Had they been burned over a gas jet they would not have had these small holes through the center of the sheets. But while they were over the fire in the hands of the servant the import- ance of the paper was recognized, and it was witndrawn from the flames in time to save it.. The fact is judge Holt in marking this paper ‘Canceled. To be burned,’ thought he was writing on the back of his will, which was to be made of no eftect. ‘These two papers were on his desk and stuck together. See,” sald Mr. Holmes, pointing to very faint yellow stains on the back of the sheet in- dorsed “Canceled. To be burned.” have analyzed those stains and find they contain gum arabic, small drops of which had fallen on the leat and caused the two sheets to adher Similar spets should be found on the back of the will, and upon chemical examination it will be found to contain gum arabic. I have not seen the original sheet of the will, but that little chain in the evidence, J presume, may be left to the paid lawyers in the case or to the newspapers. “Do you see? These papers were stuck together when Judge Holt thought he was writing a cancellation on the back of his will The servant started to burn the Papers and then saved the will, throwing the sheet in my hand here awa: It was s sheet,” he said, holding it in his hand, ‘that was nearest to the fire, as is evi- denced by the fac at it is yellow from the heat. In just such a position the writing of the will would be visible to the person burning the papers.” “How is it that the blank sheet was not burned en the servant decided to save the wi “That ts easily accounted for. Discover- ing that something of value was being burned the person doiag the work walked from the fire and to the light to read what was on thé paper more carefully The blank sheet found sticking to the will was then thrown in the waste basket and the will was saved.” “But, Mr. Holmes,” I said, “how do you krow that these papers ever were together? with Holmes, You have discovered the servant who mailed the will,” I said. continuing to grow interested, “or els? your theory is clever, but of n9 value. “Theory said Holmes, “I have no theory. I have facts. I have discovered this odd sheet of paper at a junk shop.” I could not refrain from giving vent to my amusement. 1 was wasting my time with a crank and actually taking his rav- | ings for the wisdom of a great detective. | “When I saw that the will had been burn- | ed, I concluded,” said Mr Sherlock Holmes, “that other papers had been destroyed at the same time. Men very seldom burn a parer. There are desk cleaning when men rummage over thair old | papers and destroy what is not wanted. Although Judge Holt is said to have been | eccentric. T had no reason to believe that | he differed from other men in that respac “But,” I objected, “where did you dis- cover this paper? “The simplest thing in the world,” said Mr. Holmes. “I concluded that a man of Judge Ho!t's prominenee must have had many papers. While he kept great quanti- tes of these papers to the day of his death, he also laid aside many others to be burn- ed during the long Illness that preceded his death. It is usual for men to burn only especially important papers, while other documents jess important are thrown aside, and generally are sold by servants to the junk shops for the few pennies that may be so secured. This partly burned paper found {its way into the junk shop in that way.” “But how do you know all this?” I per- sisted, fully believing that the man was ro- mancing. “I have the most satisfactory evidence of it,” said Mr. Holmes. “I discovered that in Washington, as in all large cities, the junk Gealers have divided the town among themselves. In extraordinary cases waste paper may find its way into aay junk shep, but as a rule, paper in any particular sec- tion gets into a particular junk shop. Where there are but small quantities of such paper, it is usually given to the ash man, but in the case of Judge Holt’s house, there was such a quantity of paper that it was | probably sold to a dealer at so much a peund. I have not thought it necessary to determine this detail, or 1 could tell exact- ly how it left the house. But that it got into the shop of a dealer in the southeast- ern part of the city there is no doubt. It was a dealer there who got the waste pi per from the neighborhood in which the ivdge lived, and learning this fact, I called on him.” “You don’t mean to tell me you found this paper at a junk shop when it was probably trken from the souse several years ago, even if your-theory is correct?” I queried. “Young man, Sherlock Holmes has no theories. He has facts only. Had I been looking for an ordinary piece of paper “How vain you are, Effie! “Vain, Aunt Emma? as I really: am!” Me vain! Why,. Looking at yourself in tke glass!" I don’t think myself ialf as good-lovi Another Washington Physician Cored * OF CONSUMPTION By. Dr. Shade’s Chloridum Discovery, Dr. J. B. PATTERSON, 52 B street Rortheast, a Prominent professional man, a physician of sixteen years’ experience in active practice, said to @ Washington Times reporter: “I had been fll for years before I finally troke down. Being a physi> clan, I could not disguise this fact from myself. I had a cavity in my right lung, which, on micro- scopical examination, proved to be tubercular con= .Sumption. I was a very sick man. All the treat- ment I had taken failed to arrest the disease. I learned of a number of cures, the result of Dr, SHADE'S treatment, 1232 Fourteenth street. I consulted bim, and in four months’ treatment my, lungs were perfectly restored. I do not suffer im the least degree since cured—one year ago—from the experience I had with consumption.”* == would have been folly to go to a junk for it. But, remember, I was looking fe piece of paper partially burned. With your superficial knowledge of such matters you doubtless do not know that when waste paper is received by junk dealers it is separated into several classes. Various kinds of paper are placed in separate bags. Are you aware that one of the finest tooth powders is made of burned linen pa- per? The junk dealer knows that and places in a separate bag all partially burned linen paper, as it could not be sold with other linen paper usually intended to~ be made over into material of similar grade. As a rule there is very little part- ly burned linen paper received at a junk shop, so that the bag into which it is col- lected does not get filled for very long periods. I have known cases where such material was ten years oldina single junis shop. So I went to the junk dealer for the purpose of examining the burned linen paper he had on hand, and he told me he had been collecting his present stock for three years, and it was probably within that time that Judge Holt laid out the old will to be burned. I have reason to believe that the writing on the back of the will was not placed there before the year 1892, but there are other evidences that prove conclusively that the will was nullified long before that, but I have no time now to give you the foundaticn for that belief. The will was with many other old papers, and it was only in a general clearing up that it was disccvered, canceled and laid aside with instructions for its burning.” “I admire your ingenuity,” I sald, ad- dressing myself to Holmes, “but I do not believe that any court would accept your evidence as sptisfactory.” Holmes smiled and shook his head. Thea, walking across the room, he picked up enue, paper from a table and drought it “You doubt.” he said, “that the paper I have given you really was a part of the burned document now in the possession of the register of wills. I have told you that scmething remarkable caught the cye of the servant and stayed the complete burn- ing of the will. It was this.” He allowed me to read the second paper he had to exhibit. It was indeed a re- markable document. The writing on it was in red ink, as I thought, and the let- ters were large and thickly made. I read: “Another ev.dence of human inconsianc: My blood attests my deep regret zhat love is born to die, or to give way to other af- fections. J. HOLT.’ “That writing,” continued Holmes, “is in tke hand that wrote the document now held by the recorder of wills, but being written with human blood,” as I have ascertained by analysis, “the lines are thicker. It was the remarkable appearance of that page that caused the person burning the papers to save them from the flames. and after ex- amination, to save the charred will. That sheet was pinned on the front of the will, and you observe that it is burned on the same edges as is the document which now mystifies the lawyers and the reporters. I attach no especial importance to this writ- Ing with blood, or to the expressions used. Men frequently adopt such means of in- scribing a thought when deeply affected, and it is difficult to account for such pe- culiarities.” Holmes, in an abrupt manner, indicated that he didn’t care to pursue the subject longer, He crossed the room and seated himself by the window in an abstracted way. I remained silent several minutes watching his strange mood. When he re- covered his usual manner he begged to be excused for his apparent abstraction, and remarked that he had been engaged in for- getting all he knew about the burned will, as he didn't care to remember anything that would be useless to him in the further pursuance of the subject, which would re- late solely to the recovery of the later will made by Judge Holt. I was about to withdraw when it oc- curred to me that I had had no explanation of Holmes’ appearance on the street on crutches and with his hand bandaged. “Oh, that was my method of getting ac- quainted with you,” he replied. “I really wanted to work this case up for one of the newspapers, and being a stranger if the city, knew that if I should appear in pub- le in the disguise in which you saw me, it would not be long until I would be spoken to by a curious reporter. I had no other in- tention, I assure you.” I left Mr. Holmes with assurances that if I cared to have him discover the missing will he would look it up in a few hours, si texic Mabel. Frem Harper's Rernd Table. Mabel—“Don’t dreams always go by con traries?” Mamma—“I have heard 80.” Mabel—“Weil, last night I dreamed that I asked you for a piece of cake, and tha? you wouldn't give it to me. ‘Naw, mister, I can’t let yer hev me boat just now. There’s a heavy swell jest comin’ up.” *Arry—“Swell be blowed! 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