Evening Star Newspaper, March 21, 1896, Page 14

“ef ' “Aha!” exclaimed a large, breezy man, as he tock a seat in a Columbia cable car and rubbed“tiis hatiés together, one evening Guring the cold snap last week; “this is something like one of our old-fashioned northern winters. Lucky we haven't the slow, shaky horse-cars on this line now; we'd never get home. These cable cars are a big improvement over the old bob-tail: and he touched the arm of the young m: sitting next to him. ‘The ycurg man glanced up with an in- quiring look, and gravely shook his head. “Don't you think so? Well, that is strange. The old slow-pokes crept along su everiasting slow that a person needed an extra hour to get from his home to his office. Now we skip right along, and a lit- tle pile of snow on the track doesn’t stall us. When the company discards the cable and tekes the underground electric power, as I hear they propese to, it will be a further improvement. You are in favor of that, aren't you?” Again the impassive shake of the head m the person addressed. “You must have curious ideas—or pienty of time,” said the breezy individual. “What we want here is rapid transit, and the com- peny recognized that fact’ when they changed from horse to cable power. With electric power and the railroad crossings out of the way we can make the run down te ten minutes. I presume you will esree with me when I say those crossings skould be done away with in some man- n Another shake of the head, and the young man waiked out on the platform. As the car stopped at 7th street east he stepped to the gzound and started north. “ffuht Pretty intelligent, but decidedly ‘oy in hig notions,” grunted the talk- passenger. “Who ts that young fel- who just got off?” he asked, as he ped out on the platform with the con- im? Oh, he’s one of the deaf and Gum stucents from Kendall Green!” * * “I'm fixed for tomorrow,” said a depart- ment law clerk, taking out of his pocket and exhibiting a fat roll of fine cut to- bacco to a newspaper friend, as they were wending their way on the avenue toward tol Hill last Saturday night. “I al- weys have to get loaded at the end of the Week.” “Same here,” said the journalist, pulling out a large plug. “Don’t know what I should do if I couldn't find this in my ‘ket on Sunday.” presume we might do without it if we 2 hard pushed?” suggested the iaw ‘I'm certain I could break off :f I hed to, and I have used the weed nty years.”” used it longer than that,” responded the newspaper man. “Of course, we could quit if we made up our minds to; a little ise of our will power would fix it.” ‘Speaking of will power,” said the law rk, as they stopped a little later to talk rating for the night, of the Capitol, “suppose we test we throw away our tobacco 1 go without it for a year—the first to ak his resolution to buy a new hat for What do you say?” Pusher hesitated for a moment. i'm with you. Here she goes,” and his big plug cf tobacco disappeared in the on the opposite side of the road- with a “chug.” re she goes,” echoed the law clerk, i his roll of fine-cut flew in the same tion. Then they parted. late breakfast on Sunday morn- uneasy. Couldn't; too nervous. Aft handful of wooden tooth- he put on his hat and walked out. After wll, the best way ts to break off by degrees,” he thought, as his steps turn- Then he mechanically toward the Capitol grounds. “Just one little chew would last me all da: and he looked longingly over teward thet clump of bushes. He noticed that the bushes were being icturbed, as though some animal were prshing its way through them. Getting a little nearer he saw that what he toox for an animal was a man upon his hands and knees. A few steps further and he recog- nized him. it was ihe law olerk! _ x KOK ROK _ “Se horrid, mean thing! I wonder who sho was?” exclaimed a little woman, as she was standing with a lady companion on G street yesterday, and reading a letter from her home in Pennsylvania. “Some men can’t be trusted alone for a day—th will do something to disgrace themselves.” And she stamped her little foot on the sidewalk, while a look of indignation spread over her pretty face. “Why, what has gone wrong up home?” questioned the other lady, as she turned to the little one with a sympathizing manner. “Oh, John has gone crazy, I think,” and her voice choked, while a moisture crept into her eyes. “They were having a fair and festival in the town hall for the ben- efit of our church, and the big chandelier fell, hurting several people. After the ac- cident John went home with a—with a—” But the little thing broke down, and sobbed as though her heart were breaking. “Here,” she said, handing the letter to her friend, and pointing to a paragraph, “read that, and you will understand what I mean.” The lady took the letter and commenced reading aloud at the place indicated: “After the accident, when the excitement had quieted down, John went home with an ugly cut on his arm, and——” “What?” interrupted the little one, as = turned with a startled look toward the other. “Went home,” continued her companion, reading again, “with an ugly cut on—” The little lady snatched the letter out of the other's hand, with a hysterical sob, and commenced crowding it into the en- velope, while her face took on the color of earmine. “Do you know,” she gurgled, as she posts. the letter down deep in her coat ket, “I read that paragraph over three erent times, and each time I spelled t word c-a-t?” xe ek ee “In ordinary conversation no one would @etect that I naturally stutter,” said A. L. Benedict, at the Normandie, “but such fs the fact. When I was a small boy I stuitered badly, but overcame the linguistic defect sufficiently to talk smoothly, as a rule. When I converse with a man who stutters, how- ever, I cannot control myself and I always tter as badly as he does. This fact came ty nearly getting me in serous trouble a * days ago, in the mountains of West Virginia. I was‘in a hotel, talking smoothly as I am now, when a stutterer joined the crowd. He listened for a while, then entered into conversation with me. At once I began to stutter. His face turned red, then white, and finaliy he could stand it no longer. tha str-s-s-stranger, I a-ca-can't t-t-talk to s-s-s-s-suit yo’, but I k-k-k-kin f-f-f-fight 1. like w-w-wild cats. S-s-s-strip! “I was so excited that the impediment in Ty speech became so prominent that I could Not explain, and he would not have believed me if I had, so there was nothing to do but Se for a fight, in which I would have ‘en placed at a very decided disadvantage. At that moment the town marshal entered the room and arrested us both. I explained Matters to the mayor, and he released us both, letting me have an hour’s start to get — of town before the stutterer was turned jo=e. ee eK RE “I was very glad to read of the expulsion of Lord Dunraven from the New YorkYacht Club,” said Dr. A. P. Pettys at the Ham- flton. “I was stationed at a western mili- read ; tary post when he and his party visited this country, and went hunting on the plains. We were instructed to extend every courtesy to them, whicn we did, so much 30 that we were very considerably out of pocket when they left: They rode one fine horse to death, and took possession of the camp as if they owned it, and failed to re- pay the courtesies by even thanking us for them. I had to go to Sidney, Neb., the day they were to ‘leave,’ and one of the party asked to go with me. I granted the request and he messed with mé. In the Wagon was a quantity of liquor, to which he devoted himself so assiduously that it was gone by the time we reached Sidney. When we ‘I thought it would, and we went into the otel and the Englishman ordered two drinks. When they weré served, he paid for his own and I had to pay for mine. That is why I was not sorry that Lord Dunraven met a club that insisted upon hi * * * Ok “I can give you a pointer in yout bus!- ness,” was the remark made by an cld citi- zen to a Star reporter. “There have been various statements made as to who origi- nated newspaper interviewing. It has been generally cregited to Joe McCullough of St. Louis, but the fact is that Anne Royal, who published a weekly sheet in this city in the called the Paul Pry, did the first newspaper work distinctively known as interviews. She published several col- umns each week, and interviewed every one she could reach, on political and social questions. In 1835 she was indicted as a public scold.” =e * RK “There will be one man that I know of,” said a well-known politician, “who will be disappointed by the declination of ex-Gov- ernor Campbell of Ohio to allow himseli to be considered as a presidential candidate, ead that man is Mr. John W. Drew of this city. Some years ago, when Campbell was a member of the House from Ohio, Mr. Drew, who knew Mrs. Campbell well, told her that he thought in time her husband would be elected governor of Ohio. Mrs. Campbell was pleased with the compli- ment, and answered if his prediction turn- ed out to be true she would accept him as @ partner in the dance at the governor's in- auguration ball. Time passed-and Camp- bell was elected, and, true to her promise, Mr. Drew went to Columbus and had the honor of the dance. Mr. Drew then asked for the honor of a dance with her at the ball which would follow the inauguration of her husband as President of the United States, and Mra. Campbell again :on- sented.” x KK Ok “Political anecdote writers are now pre- paring their crop for the coming cam- paigns,” observed one of them, “and though the supply ts large, it is by no means large enough. The general politician has no difficulty,as a rule, to write speeches geod enough for those who will likely hear them, but he has trouble to constantly fur- nish enough anecdotes, and without them a political talker does not make much of a hit. One speech will serve for several occasions during a campaign, but anecdotes will rarely go more than once.” —_——-—_— A GREAT STRATEGIST. He Was Willing to Fight, Bleed and Pie for His Country. A fiery-looking party with his hand stuck into the bosom of his eoat and his mus- tachios bristling tke the angry fore-front of var walked into The Star office the other morning and approached the editor. of the crank department. “Excuse me, sit,"he sald, with a sweep= inz bew, “but may I-speak with you a mo- ment on a matter of importance?” The editor wondered whether it was x0 ing to be a dime or a quarter, but told the visitor to proceed. “I want to publish a card in your pa- per, sir, but before doing so I desire to obtair a few facts relative thereto.” “Go on with your rat-killing,” said the editor, with pleasing and easy familiarity. The visitor frowned slightly, but went on. ‘I desire to ask, sir,” he said, “if there is any prcbability of war between the United States and Great Britain.” “Nene in the least.” ‘Nor any with Spain?” “Still less.” 0 you know of any other country we have trouble with?” icne.”” ‘And would you say we shall have a period of absolute peace for the next ten years?” “Til bet my salary on it in advance for that time.” - “Then if you will be so kind I would be pleased to have you. publish this article in your valuable journal over my signature, sir,” and the visitor extended a formidable looking document, tied with red tape, to- ward the editor. “What is it about?” inquired the editor, taking it gingerly. ~ The visitor straightened himself up provdly. “It 1s an appeal, sir, to the patriots of this great and glorious repubiic, sir, to de- fend the nation’s honor at wha‘sver cost of blood and treasure, sir, and in that ar- ticle I anngunce that I desire to enlist a thousand mien at once who will be ready at a moment's notice to lay down their lives with me at their head in defense of Uberty and our native land. We must de- fy all foreign governments, sir, and effete monarchies, and I desire to go upon the record, sir, as a patriot with blood to shed on my country’s altar. The editor applauded the valor of the vis- itor, told him there were hundreds like him and took the communication under advise- ment, where it still is. _—_———— ‘The Latest Thing in Baby Carriages in Africa. From Life. briefly as follows: AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION. A Natural Enough Mistake Made by a Georgetown Young Woman. The accident happened in Georgetown @bout one week ago, and it may be told ‘The two leading characters are a young woman of twenty-two and a young man of eighteen. Aa very frequently happens to a youth of these tender years, this one ia desperately in love with a girl older than himself. Ag, is also often the c: a girl of twenty-two is plenty old enough to be an eighteen Year-old boy’s mother, and this particular girl is one of the real old kind. She likes the smooth-faced boy and treats him pretty much as if he were her son, taking interest in his dress, his deportment, his amuse-: ments, his work, and all that sort of thing. She calls him “Harry,” too; or would if his Dame were Henry, which it isn't, and all the way through, is just the kind of a girl this kind of a young fellow falls in love with. $i When he is older, he will be falling in love with another kind; but let us not <n- Ucipate. He is an ambitious boy and wants to be a man and have whiskers—as what boy does not?—and when he went away on a two weeks’ visit, just before the time of this episode, he thought he’ would give himself a chance. When he returned home a week ago, the first thirg he did was to go and call on the young woman. She was glad to see him and looked him over carefully and critical- ly to,see how he had stood the excitement of two weeks of life outside of Georgetown. “Excuse me, Harry,” she said, ‘“‘but there is a little smut on your lip.” The guileless Harry, knowing her kindly ministration, whipped out his handkerchief and essayed to rub it out. “Is It #one?” he asked, after the manner of those who rub smuts off their faces when reminded to do so. by a kind friend. “Let me have your handkerchief,” she ré plied, and she moistened it on her pretty lips and gave the smut a rub. She shook her head, and Harry was be- ginning to grow nervous. ‘Let me have the handkerchief,” he said, and stepped over to a mirror between the windows. His face seemed to be familiar to him, so familiar that he gave a gasp almost of de- spair as he turned toward her. I—I—I beg your pardon,” he stammerad, ‘that’s my mustache. “Oh,” she exclaimed, and {t was so ter- ribly embarrassing that she has by no means yet recovered, nothwithstanding Harry has had the smut removed with a razor. ——— A PRETTY EASTER GARDEN. An Attractive Novelty Appropriate for the Coming Season. z Easter, as well as Christmas, brings out each year novelties to please little folks and their elders. An Easter Garden de- vised by a German lady to please her own children is attractive. The hill is former of a board propped be- hind so as to rest in a sloping position, then covered with a layer of wadding, gummed to the wood, and this again with green crepe paper to represent grass; the same paper 1s also la!d on the flat surface of the table upon which the board rests. The srbor is formed of a scaifolding of wooden skewers covered with moss. All kinds of dried grasses and artificial flowers can be arranged about the arbor and on the top and sides of the hill. The hares can be bought at the toy shops and the confection- er’s. One fat feliow draws a laden wagon, made of woven straw, with paseteboard wheels, another pushes a wheelbarrow filled with eggs. Two, dressed as peasant women in silk skirts and white blouses, carry hampers up and down the hillside, while a little fellow with two empty ones is running toward the store house in the arbor. At the right, under an umbrella- shaped canopy—which may be of either straw or crepe paper—ornamented at the top with two bright-hued Japanese fans, 1s a small basket, containing some especially pretty eggs. Beside it is a baby hare lean- ing against a broken egg shell, and suzar and chocolate eggs of different colors and sizes are scattered about on the turf at the bottom of the hill ae —— TENDING A FIRE. When Exch One is Dead Sure His Way is Right. The cold spell raised a fight at home; they all have lots of pride. Each thinks he knows a greag deal more than~all the rest beside. So, when the wind was whistlin’ and the fire was gettin’ low, Un- cle Bill walked in the room and sald he'd make it go. It was an awful shame, ha said, and raised up all his ire, to think that no one in the house knew how to fix a fire. So he turned the dampers all around and poked it from the top, and dropped the scutile on his toes—you should have seen him bop. An’ when he'd poked a half an hour he went upstairs to rest and get the soot out of his hair and ashes off his vest. Then Sue, she saw her chance had come, and worked with might and main and took the top coal off an’ tixed the dampers back again. The fire was sinkin’ all the time, so brother Sam came in and banged the poker in the grate and made a fearful din, fn’ said that women ought to fuss with things they understood, an’ what that Lame fire needed was a few dry sticks of wood. She crfed an’ pap an’ ma came down an’ Aunt Jane an’ the boys an’ the baby woke an’ yelled awhile to help along the noise. An’ the fire it watched the battle, an’ it IHotened to ‘em shout, an’ then saw its opportunity an’ quietly went out. ee Only Si and Beginning to Fail. From the Youth's Companion. In a small town about eight miles from Boston there lives an old gentleman who is hale and hearty at the age of eighty-one, and whose erect carriage would put many a younger man to shame. Within the last year, nevertheless, he has found that his favorite exercise, walking, while still giv- ing him pleasure, must be pursued with more caution than formerly. Not long ago he had a visit from an old school friend, a few years his junior, who exclaimed at the old gentleman's strength and youthful appearance. “I may look fairly young for my age,” was the reply, made with some sadness, “but Iam _ not what I was. Why, last week I made one of my monthly trips to Boston, and I had to take to the cars com- ing nome.” “Take to the cars coming home?” ro- peated his friend. “You don’t mean to say you're in the habit of walking any such distance?” “Why, man alive, I’m only eighty-one,” erled the old gentleman, testily. “Of course, I’ve always walked to Boston and back; and I can tell you, sir, that when I took those cars to come home I said to’ my- self, ‘If this thing’s going on, M4rtin Fos- ter, you might just as well take to your bed and be done with it!’ That’s the way I felt, sir! Only eighty-one, and obliged to take the cars home from Boston.” eee ee Disagreed With the Tramp. From Truth. Miss Goodly—What’s the matter, my poor man, you look ill.” Tramp —‘‘Madam, something I haven’t eaten has disagreed with me.” ——s0+ An Expensive Sojourn. From Puck. “When you were in Rome did you do as the Romans do?” “No, siree. I was done as the Romans do. Lf \ (" a want to look at a safety.” *—Harper’s ‘She— He—“Bike or razor?"—] IN HOTE CORRIDORS tm my gection. Catlettsburg is at the mouth —_—_— fg “One of thejmost pecullar sights I ever “witnessed,” sajd B. C.-Holbrook of ‘Catfetia- burg. Ky. “' Let mhy home a few days before I left. The first flood tide had just gone down, which is a very important event of the Big Sandy river and on the Ohio tiver,:a short distance below the mouth of |. the Guyandotth. (a large area of timber country is dependent upon these rivers and “their tributarig®.>A number of rafts came down, some of which broke apart. Sitting astride of @ large log, with @ pole tn his hand to protect himself from floating logs, was a raftsman. As he came opposite ‘where I-was sfan@ing on the river bank, he shouted: ‘Do you’ want to buy logs?” ‘Where are they?’ I asked. ‘I’m on the.fust one. The others are comin’ jest behind me. I didn’ hev time to git them tied before the river come up and they started; so I eome without them: “I learned afterward that he had ridden the log for over a hundred miles, and also that he eucceeded in catching and saving his entire raft.” ‘In the little town of Catlin, Ill, there ts no hotel,” said A. B. Bell of Chicago at the Raleigh, “and traveling men stop with the leading merchant, there. I sold him a bill of goods, and, missing the train, had to stay all night. The old gentleman is a Very Cevout Christian, and thinks that he 1s especially gifted In prayer. He holds family prayers every evening, and in case he has a guest, the stranger is expected to join in these domestic devotions. : “T had been told of this peculiarity, and was, therefore, not surprised at receiving an invitation to ‘walk into prayers,’ as he termed it. We knelt, and my host began one of thé’ most elaborate supplications I ever heard. He plead for the heathen in foreign lands, then for the rulers of the earth, then for the government of the United States, the state of Illinois, and after a long session narrowed his ‘nterces- sions to the neighborhood in which he WiSthere were several unregenerate citizens wko required especial personal attention, and I was beginning to get ravenously hun- gry and my knees ached when I noticed a very pretty parrot on the mantel. The bird was evidently beginning to get uneasy, too, and I became interested in its antics, Seon it put its head: over its shoulder and said in loud, angry tones, ‘Oh, shut up.’ “I laughed, the prayer stopped, and sub- sequently my house informed me my host's order was countermanded, but I have al- ways been glad the parrot interfered.” “In north Georgla the championship of @ mountain county in the game of check- ers is well worth striving for,” said D. T. Luddington of Atlanta, at the Cochran. “It brings with it more honor than almost any office within the gift of the peuple could bestow. I knew the champion of Union county. He had held the high posi- tion for many years, and was ready to do battle anywhere with any one. He was called “squire,” the title being bestowed wholly upon account of the checkers, and was looked up to with reverence by the peopte, although the great man was so il- literate that he, could neither read nor write. “One day a mineral prospector went into the county to look~over the gold mines that had once floutiished thore, but been aban- doned, and in an unguarded moment the squire played-eheckers with him. It was at the count¥ seat on county court day, and almost gyery man in the county was there. Ten s were played, and the ex- pert won every game. The squire went heme, and hia nejghbors joked him about it. Within a Weelt he left the place where he had lived for aixty years, where he was bern, and went to Rabun county. He could no longer live in Union county. “Strict honesty is said to be a rare virtue,” said L. P. Tromten at the Arlington, “but I found an example of it a short time ago that is worthy of commemoration. I drove from Mt. Sterling-Ky., to.Frenchburg, the county, seat of a ee cBunty, which con- sists ‘of‘but little more tiran the court house ‘and a hotel. I stopped ,at the latter all ‘night, and the following morning, having transacted the business that took me there, I was ready to returp, and called for my horse. The afifrhal was hitched and brought in front of the hotel. He had evidently been well cared for, and, after paying my bill to the landiord, I gave the boy who attended the horse, a lad of sixteen or seventeen years, a quarter. He took it and asked: ‘What is this for?" ‘For you,’ I replied. “He handed it back to me with the re- mark: ‘The landlord pays me for this.’ “{ told him he could keep the quarter, and, looking back from my buggy, I saw him rubbing the coin first upon one coat sleeve, then upon the other. “For pure, unadulterated politics you want to go té a country district,” sald Judge A. C. Durborrow of Nashville at the Riggs. “Out in a email country town every- body talks politics. Some one fs always fa- vored with the Congressional Record, and he loans it to his friend. He is a man of great importance in the community to be so remembered by the Congressman from the district, and the fact that he receives the Record confers upon him a great honor. He and his friends read every word in it, and they yemember it. They meat at the store to diScuss the silver or tariff question, and every argument ever made in Congress is repeated in these remote communities. Pol- itics 13 a passion with most of them, and it is remarkable how many of them can give the Presidents, Vice Presidents and cabinet officers for many years past. They can tell the views of leading men as expressed in Congress upon every public question, and the statesman who changes his position never realizes the sensation he creates in backwoods districts. It is scarcely noticed In cities, but in the country it is a national calamity to his followers when he alters his views.” “Wiid Bill, the famous shot, was very nearly blind,” said A. T. Blanton of Chey- enne at the Riggs. “He seemed to shoot by instinct rather than sight. One time at Sidney, Neb., when that town was the terminus of the Union Pacific railroad, Wild Bill and Buffalo Bill were both in town. A party of English tourists came along, and inthe presence of W. F. Cody were talking of their skill with pistols. ‘I can bring a man who is almost blind who can beat you,’ remarked Buffalo Bill. Bets were made and Wild Bill brought over. His eyes appeared as though he could not see out of them at all, and it was an easy matter to get additional bets. “They repaired to the edge of town, and placing a five-spot of cards on a board, Bill stepped back thirty paces and shot out the spots one at a time without pausing. He used a pistol’ without any “hind” sight, and the Englishmen did not try to shoot. ‘We can’t beat a. plind,man who shoots without a sight on hig gun,’ they said. —_>—_. Two Soles, Etc.,,or a Remarkable Re- aquest. Parson Jackson—‘Befo’ I continuers my descourse, I perlitely request Dekin Johnson ter take hees feet off de stove an’ "loy. a Uttle heat toe escape among de co! gashun!” 3 MAN'S DISCRIMINATION, m A Disagreeable Kind of a Man Dem- onstrates His Theory. remarked the disagreeable man in the midst of a group of ladies, “lacks the discriminating quality.” “I object,” interrupted a womah, whose mind was strong, and ste prided herself, on it. “That's because you lack discrimina- tion,” aid the man, with an unmoved matiher. “I object again,” persisted the woman. “Permit me,” continued the man, bew- ing for permission, “to say that as com- pared with man in respect of that quality, 8 is lacking. m,” sniffed the woman, “‘that’s what you men always say. I have been a close observer, and my judgment leads me to conclude that woman is not only more dis- criminating than man, but that hers is a much finer discrimination. Men in their blundering way fail utterly in discerning things which are as clear as day to the finer discrimination of women. Women, with their more delicate and nervous or- ganization, are far more impulsive than men, and they discriminate and differen- tiate by intuition.” The man bowed again and turned appeal- ingly to the half dozen other women in the crowd, but received no sympathy. “Today,” he said, slowly, was talking to eight women, and I told them a story a sailor had just told me, their reception of which convinced me conclusively that the point I seek to maintain is correct.” “Tell us the story,” chorused the crowd. “It ig this,” said the man. “The sailor told me he had returned only two days ugu from a long voyage, and that while they were in the Pacific they had picked up a shipwrecked mariner on an island, many leagues from land, whose case was the most remarkable, not to say terrible, he had ever read or heard of among all the tragedies of the sca. The man had lived but a day after his rescue, but had strength suffictent to tell his dreadful story of suf- fering. He had been cast on a small is- land where there was absolutely no food supply and only one spring of fresh water, and very little of that. He had saved noth- ing from the wreck except a knife in his pocket and a pair of spectacles. He was 80 near-sighted he could not see without glasses. There was some drift-wood along the shore, and from this he made a fire, using his spectacles as a sunglass, and set- ting in a blaze the shavings he cut from the wood. He kept the fire going in the hope that it might attract the attention of some passing vessel, but none came, and at the end of three days he was suffering tha most exquisite torture from hunger. Sul no ship came, and the days went by until at length he resolved to eat himself. All the women gave a concert of small shrieks at this narration. “With this grim determination,” con- tinued the man, “he sharpened his knife, and having torn his shirt into strips, with which to bind up his wounds, he cut off his left hand half way between the elbow and the wrist. This he cooked over his fire, and by careful economy he prolonged his life. Still no ship came, but hunger did, and ten times worse than before. Then he cut off his right hand. This lasted him several days longer and hunger came again, but no ship. Then he cut off his left foot and lived off it for five days. When he was picked up he was on the point of cut- ting off his right foot, but fortunately he was saved from further self-demolition.' The story was so horrible that the wo- men fairly shuddered. “Dreadful; awful; sickening;” they cried simultaneousl. and all of them began sympathizing with the terrible fate of this poor shipwrecked sailor. The disagreeable kind of a man listened to them with curious interest. the other women to whom I told the story,” he said, solemnly, “received it ex- actly as you have done.’ “And why shouldn’t they?” asked all the women, as if any other reception would haye been a reflection on their sex. “They might have discriminated,” sug- gested the man almost timorously. “It is no time for discrimination, even if there was anything to discriminate,” a: serted the woman who had begun the dis- cussion. “It is a case calling for the sym- pathy of all human kind. “Sul,” persisted the man, as he prepared to depart, “a little discrimination or dis- cernment, or something like that, might have prompted an inquiry as to how the poor wretch could have cut off his right hand and his left foot, when his left hand was the first to be cut off. When the sailor told me the story,”” continued the ian, a shade more hurriedly, told him he was a liar, but I have not yet heard any such intimation either from you or the other women to whom I narrated the painful episode.” Then the disagreeable kind of a man 4d appeared and the women tvok turns look ing at each other and wondering what it was all about, anyhow. aceeiee es ees STORY OF ROSECRAN Unknown to a Group of Soldiers, Who Freely Spoke Their Minds. “The things a person hears while travel- ing incognito,” said an army officer, “are not always very complimentary to him- self.” “Has anything of that kind been occur- ring in your experience?” asked The Star man. “No; I wouldn't tell the story if that were the case, but this is on some one else. The incident of which I am reminded oc- curred during the late unpleasantness, The Army of the Cumberland was making a march in a driving rain storm—the infantry foot deep in mud, ths cavalry mud-bespat- tered, the wagons and artillery frequently stalled. Several officers were riding along the road when they saw a cannon almost helplessly imbedded in the all-pervading mud of a cornfield. At the suggestion of the leader they left their mounts and wad- ing over to the group working to extricate this implement of war, lent their as- sistance. The men were cursing the w ther, the mud, the horses, the gun, ard more particularly and with greater free- Gom, Gen. Rosecrans, who, they satl, hid got them into all the troubl In the latter particular they were all very fluent, with the exception of one trooper who was push- ing at the wheel with ons of the officers who was working hardest. While the others were doing brilliant work in the way of reviling tne gener«l he remained silent. Finally the gun was extricated from its earthy bed, and the unrecognized officers deparied. Then the silent soldier spoke. “Don’t you know, you blame fools,” he said, “that Gen. Rosecrans was pushing that wheel with me?” “This story,” concluded the officer, “was related to me by Gen. Rosecrans, who ap- peared to enjoy the joke at his expense.” ——_——.—__ The Same Joke. From the Milwaukee Illustrated News. City Lady (in the country)—“I get so im- patient for the news out here. The mails are so irregular!” Old-fashioned Grandmother—“Laf So they was my young days. Ye coudn’t trust *em at all.” SSS. Laconie, From Truth. Arizona Bill—‘T hear that Cayuse Pete and Bessie, the biscuit shooter, are to be mar- ried, How did it happen?” Blizzard Bill—“Leap year and lariat.” His Heaven. From Life. “Mamma, can we order our mansions in the sky in advance?” “Why, no, Willie. What put that into your head?” “I thought, if we could, I would order one without a bath room.” THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MARCH’ 21, 1896-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. ART AND ARTISTS A fine exhibition of large photographs of old masters has been shown at Veer- hoff’s during the past week, and will prob- ably be continued for a few days longer. ‘The phbtographs are turgely of Dutch and German pictures, but include examples by many masters of the Italian school, and specimens of the work of Velasquez, Joshua Reynolds, Claude Lorraine, ete. Rembrandt is very well represented, and the wonderful chiaroscuro of his pictures is particularily brought out by the warm brown tint in which most of the photo- graphs are printed. Such a collection is a treat to those who are unable to view the originals in the galleries abroad. * Mr. E. H. Miller fas recently completed excellent likenesses in water color of the late Mr. and Mrs. Hornblower. The two Portrrits are life size, and are fresh and clear in color and drawn with combined strength and delicacy. The artist has also been working on a iandscape taken among the Catskills—a bit of sunny mountain- side, with large boulders cropping out among the scattered trees. He is plan- ning to elaborate further a little sketch en- titled Spring, that he has made, of a fairy- like girl clad in delicate colors, sweeping away the snow from the woods. * The dainty miniature on ivory of Mrs. Godey, which Miss H. Séphie Loury has nearly finished, is clear and transparent as to the flesh tints and carefully drawn. Be- sides her miniatures, Miss Loury designs a good many posters and covers for periodl- cals. A cover in black and red that she has just made for the “Lotus” is very ap- propriately an Egyptian design, and, like all her covers and posters, is eminently dec- crative. Much of her time lately has been occupied in making the filustrations for a book on the history of the Pennsylvania railroad which that company is about to issue. Miss Loury expects to leave soon for Virginia, where she intends to take a good rest, and possibly may not return to this city, but go straight to New York and set up her studio there. F .* Mr. J. H. Moser’s' fifth annual exhibition of water colors at Fischer’s is certainly the best collection of pictures that he has yet shown. It is quite large, there being elghty pictures, but there is a uniform excellence throughout, and the standard fs much high- er than in past years. “Mount Washington at Sunrise” at once attracts notice, and the other landscapes grouped around it, most of them in the region of Winnipesaukee lake and the White mountains, claim their shai of at-ention. “The Sherandoah Valley. with Mount Massanotten rising in the di tance, is a view with which all who have been in that part of the Blue Ridge are fa- miliar. Of a number of figures that are shown, “An Important Letter” is perhi the most striking, though many of the gro sketches are very entertaining. The exhibition will be continued through an- other week. * x * Rudolph Evans has finished recently a Portrait bust of Justice Strong, whose sharply defined features and distinctive personality make a most Interesting sub- ject. He has been working on a sketch in clay of Wm. Cofiin, who, it will be re- membered, receivei an honorable mention at the Cosmos exhibition, and has started also a bust of Carl Rakeman, another young artist. * x * Tha exhibition at Heitm...lers - ~lery by Lucien Powell, which closes today, has been & most entisfactory one, quite a number of pictures havimz been sold. Next week there will be on exhivition a por- trait of Lady Hamilion. by George Rom- ney, who was by some ranked next to Reynolds as a porirait painter, and casily established his reputation as a third por- trait peinter of nis time, Gairsborough being considered second. * * ox A member of the Indian delegation which recently visited Washington is to be immortalized in bronze. Mato-wanahtake, or Kicking Bear, who is an Ogalaila from Pine Ridge, and who counts among his experiences a tour with Buffalo Bili’s “Wild West Show,” had a cast thade from life during his stay in the city. This is to be cast in bronze, under the superin- tendence of the bureau of ethnology, and Will Coubtless be a tine presentnen: 9f an Indian type. * * ok Miss D. B. King has been doing good work on the figure of a sleeping child, which she has been modeling. She has also been busy with a tiny bust of Louisa ™M: Alcott, and expects soon to begin work on a large figure of Samscn. The small eketch model which she has made for this, showing nim with the lion thrown over his shoulders, is full of action. * x * An exhibition of the portraits of scien- tists, open for a few days this week at the Cosmos Club Hall, though collected from a scientific point of view, 1s perhaps equal- ly interesting from an artistic standpoint, on account of the large numbers of rare old engravings shown. It is a good oppor- tunity to judge the facial characteristics of the men who have made themselves known by their researches in various di- restions since the early days of scientific interest. Prof. H. C. Bolton exhibits the largest number, about 500 in all, of men from all over the world, the oldest en- graving being one made in 1338. Dr. Mer- rill of the geological survey exhibits a large number of poriraits of geologists; Dr. Marcus Benjamin, portraits and auto- graph letters of each member of the Na- tional Academy of Sciences; Mr. Holm of tke Smithsonian shows botanists, and Prof. Newcom) and Mr. Darwin also show Specimens of their collections. * * x Since February 1 the water color class of the Corcoran Art School, formerly under the direction of Mrs. Andrews, has been instructed by Miss Cook. The class has in- creased to sixty pupils, and much credit- able work has been accomplished. A com- position class, composed of the more ad- vanced members of the school, has been started. While intended especially for those who desire to make illustrating a pro- fession, the practice of making a new composition each week is exceedingly bene- ficial to students following other branches. ——— Locomotives for Russia, The peculiar monitor-shaped vessel, Turret Bey, left Philadelphia recently on her long voyage to Novorossick, a port on the Black sea, Rusia, laden with twenty oll-burning locomotives, built by the Bald- win locomotive works for use on the Trans- ‘Caucasian railroad. The locomotives, which were in sections, filled the vessel, and five of the tenders were securely fastened on deck. The cargo is valued at $254,445, and in January twen- ty more engines will be shipped. —————--eee. Free Expression of Op! From the Chicago Tribune. Miss Maud—“They say it changes the ex- pression of the face to chew gum a great deal. I don’t believe it; do you?” Her brother—‘No. It’s impossible. On the face of a gum chewer there isn’t any ex- pression to charge.” ——----—+0e ______ “Say Nothing, but Saw Wood.” From Harper's Bazar. “Put her up, Jake. won't be in it with you by the time comes,” Them racing fellers spring A NARROW MARGIN. —_— The Story of a Man Who Stood on Slippery Place and Was Saved. “Were you ever suspected of murder?” inquired a government official of a Star reporter, “Never,” responded the reporter, as calmly as if questions of that pleasing character were his daily food. ‘ “Well, I was, once, and if you have any feelings at all you need never want to be.” ‘The reporter nodded for the official to Proceed, and the official proceeded. “When I was twenty or thereabouts,” he said, “I was a hard case. I don’t know why, because my family were decent peo- = and had some money; but somehow I ww the track, and before I had attained my majority I was a gambler, a drunkard and generally a tough character, though up to the time of which I am about to tell I had never been in the hands of the law. Living in my neighborhood was a man whom I hadn’t much use for, and it was known we were not friends, though we were on speaking terms and had some bus- iness relations. Our town was about three miles from the railroad station, and one November evening just about sunset, as I was coming to town afoot, I met him walking to the station. ‘He stopped me, much to ny surprise, and asked me if I had any money, because if I had he would sell me his watch for almost nothing, as he was going to the city Unexpectedly and needed cash. As it happened I had two ten-dollar bills and three fives, which I had received from the station agent not an hour before, and as the man’s watch was @ good gold one, I thought I had a chance to turn an honest penny, eomething I didn’t do very often. So I opened negotiations. Several persons we knew pessed us as we were dickering, and at last I went on home with the watch and he went on to the station with twenty-five dollars, including ten-dollar bill with the station agent's name on it, in red ink, which had caused a part of our delay in the trade, as he didn’t want it and I insisted that he take it. “As it turned out, he had a reason for not wantirg it, and I can’t say why I was so anxious for him to take it. Well, next day the man’s dead body was found in the woods quite near the station, and a mile from where we had met and made our trade, and it was evident that he had been robbed, for his pockets were turned inside out and everything taken, My connection with the matter did not strike me until the day after, when I was arrested on 5 picion. I was so badly rattled by 1 shock of the arrest on such @ charge that le my case worse by talking, and when the man's watch was found on me and it was knewn that I had been treating the crowd the night of the murder, I hadn't any show at all. “Of course, I protested my innocence and told my story, but people took it with little grace, for my character was known, and after an examining trial 1 was jailed without bail. What I suffered nobody ex- cept myself can know, and before a week hi I had made up my mind to commit suicide and end the whole thing. I am sure I would have done so, but Prov- idence had something else in store for me, and sent it by a stranger. This man was arrested es drunk and disorderly ten 4: after my arrest, and when he was search- ed in the station house a ten-dollar bill wes found on him bearing the station agent’s name. “The officer who searched him was a friend of mine, and as soon as he got hii hands on the Lill he thought he had found @ way out of my difficulties, and went after my lawyer. Then they saw the station agent, and he identified the bill as the only one he had ever put his name on, and re- membered that I had jokingly asked him to do it to make it good. The next move was to make a few inquiries of the stran- gr as to how he came into possession of the money. This was done by waiting until next morning when he was sober, and charging him directly with the murder. It was so sudden that he weakened on the Spot, as most murderers will, and the result was that I was saved. Saved in more “for from that very day I lived a new 1 and thank God I hi: never fallen into evil ways since, and that was thirty years ago. iow do you explain your notion to have the station agent's signature on the bill and your insisting on the man taking it?” inquired the writer. “God moves in a le was running away from justice. He had spent every dollar of a fund belong- ing to an orphan and had been called to an accountin; He Knew He Was Getting Old. From the Youth's Gompanion, In a small town about eight miles from Boston there lives an old gentleman who is hale and hearty at the age of eighty- one, and whose erect carriage would put many @ younger man to shame. Within the last year, nevertheless, he has found that his favorite exercise, walking, while still giving him pleasure, must be pursued with more caution than formerly. Not long ago he had a visit from an olf school friend, a few years his junior, who exclaimed at the old gentleman's strength and youthful appearance. “I may look fairly young for my age,” was the reply, made with some sadness, “but Iam not what I was. Why, last week I made one of my monthly trips to Bosion, se I had to take to the cars coming jome.”” “Take to the cars coming home?” repeat~ ed his friend. “You don’t mean to say you're in the habit of walking any such distanc: “Why, man alive, I’m only eighty-one,” erled the old gentleman, testily. “Of course, I've always walked to Boston and back; and I can tell you, sir, that when I took those cars to come home I said to myself, ‘If this thing’s going on, Martin Foster, you might just as well take to your bed and be done with it!’ That's the way I felt, sir! Only eighty-one, and obliged te take the cars home from Boston.” CT ICI EE When She Gets Mad. From the Chicago Record. “Only one thing makes a woman maider than to have her husband stay down town to lunch when he had said that he was com ing home.” “And what is that?” “It is to have him come home to lunch when he had said he was going to stay down town.” —_——o2-___ A Story Without Words. From Life. . . S\ ~