Evening Star Newspaper, May 22, 1897, Page 21

* THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MAY 22, 1897-24 PAGES. 21 CATARRE TREATED FREE While Doctor McCoy Is Teaching the People He Will Enforce His Teaching by Giving All His Treatment For Catarrh Free; That fs, Abso- lutely Without Pay of Any Kind. ‘There has heen so much writing, and talking | and teaching by doctors and special { and men, who are not do-tors, for that matter, | about Catarrh; mek writing and talkie and teaching that fs misleadiaz has created a | minds of the people that | csary to correct this false false impression in Dr. MeCey Brds it imprrssio: ‘The treat the count that Dr. | over | ent jet oy originated and formulated In 1983; that is universally used al fer Catarrhal troubles Is the t { | | i John D. Knott, 12321 st. Cured of deafness. atment, by the way, which be vastly im- 1 his later practice. The fact that it fs atinent that 1s universally used for doctors certainly entitles him to thority regutding this disease, snd in of articles (copyrighted) which will try to set the public and the pro- entirely right upon the subject. fession as Doctor MeCoy will give the peeple Lis treatment witht charge while he ts teaching them xbout Catarrb. He will treat them all, free, simply charging for the medicine. He is not selling melicine ether. He is simply giving them med- ie trea’ at the cost of it. His services and his for Cxtarrh are entirely free for the t is, while he is teeching the people the put Catarrh in this series of articles or time truth lessons, HOW CATARRH CAUSES RINGING NOISES—LESSON NO. 4. (Copyright, 1897, J. ©. McCOY.) In the third article of this series, called “Lesson No. 3," [ explained how Catarrh extends by con- tiaulty of surface. In the present article, which “Lesson 4," I propose showing how arch causes ringing noixes in the bead and loss Learing by continulty of surfece extending from the throat into the eustachian tubes, closing them up and shutting up the sense of sound. While unnatural sounds occur In the head as the result of too much blood pessing to the brain and ears, still by far the greater number of cases of buzzing and ringing noises that ere heard the head result from entirely different causas. ‘The most common and prevalent noises heard fn the Lend are due to an interference with or stop- page of the eustachian tubes, those inner air pas- sages that lead from the threat up behind the ear- Nofses resulting from this cause are oftea constant, day and night. In some cases these noises are Iike the ringing of bells, the buzzing of & bee, the biss of escaping steam, or the roar of Those who suffer from such dis- while often only slightly annoyed during the daytime, imagine the noises are much because the external noises of hat leads oat to the ear-drum Is free and open and in health the waves of sound comiug from mt are conveyed along the channel leading the eardrum, and these sound waves * little drum to vibrate aod repeat the sound to the inner chambers of the ear, where they are taken up by nerves and carried to the brain. After these sound waves have done thelr duty, they pass out through the tubes that lead from the middle ear to the throat and are lost and gone. When these tubes are blecked up, the sound waves, after enteriag the middle ear and traveling along the channels end passages and canule of the inner ear, and having done their duty, finding no opening for escape into the throat, they remain in the ear, and one set of sound waves down cause to HOW HE GOT A STORY. ! A Newspaper Man's Pursuit of One ‘That Has Not Been Printed in Detail. | From the Chicago Times-Herald. ‘The other evening the head of the news staff of a local daily was standing in front of the Palmer House. An elegantly dressed young woman suddenly stopped before him, and with evident embarrassment inquired the way to the Casino. The direction was given and the newspaper man added that the place was closed. i ‘Closed?”” echoed the woman in surprise. “Yes; it hasn't been open for several moon, well,” she continved, “I guess it ts all right, anyway. I am a stranger in the city; a gentleman and his wife from New York asked me to meet them at 8 o'clock in frcnt of the Casino to go to the theater. I supposed we were going to the Casino. My | friends evidently ure going to some other theacer and asked me to meet them where they thought would be most convenient for ™She thanked him, gave him a smile which he remembered afterward, and passed on. A minute later the newspaper man threw away the remnant of his cigar. A bit of es, caught by the wind, fell upon his coat lapel. In brushing it off his han ac- cidentally touched his cravat. The scarfpin which had nestled there a moment before was gone. “it wasn’t worth a dollar, anyway,” he seid to himself consolingly, “and she's wel- come to it; but I'd like to know how she did it. There’s a great story in that woman if I could only find her agin and make her talk.” His intended visit to the theater was giv- en up forthwith, and he began patrolling the down-town reets in search for that story. An hour later he came face to face with the woman he was looking for. She evidently had seen him first, but she made no attempt td avoid him. “I want you,” he said bluntly. She laughed. “Well,” she said, “I suppose . | waves until all of us sometimes want what we can’t get.” “And some of us,” he added, “it seems, help ourselves to whatever we want.” “Oh, did you miss it, really?" she asked, smiling ke a hourl. “I couidn’t help taking it, you know; really I couldn't. But it wasn’t worth keeping after all. You’ it in your left-hand overccat pocke: And he did. “Come,” he said, “there's a restaurant across the street. I owe you a dinner.” the last particle of the brotled When lobster had been washed down and she had told a fairy story which he menially con- cluded would make at least a column they arose to go. “Do you know,” she said, “you were pret- ty lucky tonight? Well, you were. When I was talking to you on the street I tried for Ys watch. Your coat was buttoned, and it covered the pocket so tightly that I couldn’t get the watch without your no- tieIng it. See,” with ciher and entirely different sound ere Is formed a confused jumble that never Icaves, assumiag the form of one of the peculiar varleties of car raises that are so zcimonls beard. ‘This is the explanation of those ringing nofses in the vars, which so often warn the patiert of approuching deafners, and sv often accompany deafness. This is what the dortors mean by Tinnitus Aurivin. If you go into a deep cave and have the entrance blocked up bebind you #o that there will be no outlet for the air that ts contained In the cavern and then cry out aloud, you will hear it repeated from chamber te chamber, from gallery to gallery, until it comes back to you multiplied, increased and confused as a collection of discordant sounds mingle and entirely different from the original cry that you uttered, avd the entire cave will ce und re- echo and repeat and vibrate with the waves of sound, until at last there will be heard ar Sndis- tinet hum, which so permeates the tmprisoned air j that it cam almost be felt by the superficial uerves of the bedy. im the caverns of the ear, when their oatlet, eustachian tube, is blocked up by disease, eatarrh is the disease that usually cases the stop- page. Now, before any marked seuse of lost hearing is observed a great mary people notice the confused und ringing sounds in the ear. They notice they hear better in a crowd or in a nolsy strcet car, where the raztle and hum of tie machinery is tak- ing place, than they can in the quiet of their own homes. The reason for this is that the busy sounds of life drown, the internal. bead. noises and allow in 9 nolsy place the exterral sounds to be aualyzed, while im 2 more quiet place the head noses make such an impression that ordinary con- verration {s heard muftled and indistinct. One of the very first signs that the bearing is about to fell is the presence of rluging noises in the head. During the day the pleasures of a person so affected are reriously interfered with, while during the might that follows a succession of ‘This is the same thing that occucs the Godfrey Loen, 2124 9th st. n.w., testifies to Doctor Mc- Coy’s skill incuring bronchitis. | horrors are presented, which, in many instances, render refreshing sleep impossible. During the trentment of deafness the usual course is to get the ringing noises to cease, and this often happens some little time before improvement in the bear- ing is roticed. DOCTOR McCOY’S BOOK FREE TO ALL. CONSULTATION FREE. McCoy System of Medicine, PERMANENT OFFICES DR. McCOY’S NATIONAL PRACTICE, Dr. J. Cresap McCoy, Dr. J. M. Cowden, Consulting Physicians. 715 13th Street Northwest. Office Hours, 9 to 12 a.m.,1 to 5 p.m.,6 to 8 p.m.,daily. Sanday,10 a.m. to 4 p.m. his tightly buttoned cutaway, “I couldn't | get my hand under there without your knowing it. Notice how tight the coat is over that pocket. There’s a pointer for you—always keep your coat buttoned in a crowd. Then you're safe.” The newspaper man offered to 2scort his companion to her hotel. She declined. He insisted. She hailed a paasing hansom, jumped in and was whirled away. He light- j ed another cigar and strolled toward the theater. He woudered if he would be in time to see the second act. What he said when he reached for his watch couldn’t be printed. coe Good-bye! (God be with you.) We say it for an hour or for years: We say it smiling, say it choked with tears; ‘We way it coldly, may it with a kiss, And yet we have no other word than this: Good-bye. We have no dearer word for our heart's friend, For him who journeys to the world’s far end And scars our soul with going: thus we way, And vnto him who steps but o'er the way: Good-bye. Alike to those we love and those we hat We eay no more in parting. At life’ To him who passes out beyond earth’ We cry as to the wanderer for a night Good-bye. - +e te ht, Eva—“Mother saya I am descended from Mary Queen o’ Scots.” —_. “So am I then, Eva.” va ‘Don't be a she continued, pointing to! be. Toure « bopt ba Tom! You can’t MIRTH AND JOLLITY + Nothing Must Be Too Serious at a Giggerbread Fair. ae ONE OF THE SIGHTS OF PARIS —— Open-Air Dime Museums With All Sorts of Attractions. A CURIOUS SURVIVAL Special Correspondence of ‘The Evening Star. PARIS, May 10, 1897. E WENT TO THE WV Birceroreea fair ex- ‘pressly to see “Miss Clara Ward," the 8 om etime Priacesse de Caraman-Chimay, announced to do poses plastiques with one Rigo, among all the unnumbered lesser freaks of the most popular out - door show of Paris in the springtime. The princesse was 3 but, to console us, we saw our old friend, the Mamouth-Saperlouth again, who seemed t6 have gained something in cmbonpoint and lazy grace. “Enter! Enter! It says papa and mam- ma! This animal has all the graces of wo- man with the surface of a fish. Half shark, = tr et stage lamps alld disappeared behind the curtain. A moment afterward I saw and heard ‘the decapitdted woman speaking.’ Her severed head" said, ‘Gdod morning, ladies and genflemdA! 1 am sixteen years old and was born in Sicily.’ Then the cur- tain went down. When she came out again, with her head''on, “sre said to me these words, ‘Now I 4m going to make the round of the assembly for my little benefit.’ “I must recalé:that I was the only spec- tator present. Certainly I shall carry the rememt rarce of it with me!” A Faithfdl Follower. Outside the long tent of Bidel, the lion tamer. a paper.is sold containing his own life, and that ‘of his wonderful animals. He has seven “Yiond, seven HMonesses and two cubs. Sultan, a black-named animal, from the Atlas mountains, has twice de- voured his master—once seventeen years ago, when he was first brought to France, and again ten years later at this very gin- gerbread fair. It'was on this occasion that the famous waiting Englishman passed into anecdote. Having seen the perform- ance some two years previously in a small Swiss village, his attention was attracted to the vicious character of the black-maned beast. “He will eat his master one of these days!’ remarked a companion. ‘I be- lieve he will,” responded the Englishma: “and I mear to be in when it happens. With that he set himself to following the show; and for twenty-three months, they say, he never missed a seance of the Bidel iroupe, until one night the catastrophe took place; the Erglishman sighed with re- lief. “A-a-a-h! H-m-m-m-m! At last! 1 was almost tired of waiting! Bidel’s latest lions are three from the Cape of Good Hope, larger, more danger- ous, ard, he says, “more indomitable than their felows from other continents.” He has named them from Dumas’ Three Mus- kteers, Athos, Porthos and D'Artagnan. Besides these, he has six royal Benga! tigers, eight East Indian panthers, four leopards, as many hyenas and a variety of bears. But the one special jewe! of the col- lection is the Hon Pacha, born in 1881, cap- tured in ISST and declared to be the great- est lion of the world. These, with the per- formances of their trainer, would form a | respectable city menagerie. But Bidel will Inot be turned from the life to which he half mother-of-a-family and half lamprey- eel! It animates itself when you throw a penny!” The shark, who is mother-of-a-family and lamprey-eel, lifts her head and snorts delicately. She {s a young and pretty per- son, with fiowing hair well greased, her face as red and round as an apple, her eyes tricky and pretendedly stupid. Her body from the waist down is enveloped in a green maillot, to imitate a marine tail; above, the waist is enveloped in her flowing bair—which therefore gannot be hanging down her back. She does not look like the mother of a family. “Tobacco!” begs the curiosity. “Gentlemen! a little ‘fif’ to ‘grill onc!’ little tobacco, gentlemen!” A most intelligent animal. If you stop to examine too attentively the performance at each booth, you miss some other sight. Sandwiched in between booths for theatrical performances, wrestling A The Lady Battery. matches, peep-shows, trained animals and chambers of horrors, there are shooting galleries, ‘‘paddle’’ wheels and shops for the sale of gaudy bric-a-brac, which may be gambled for or paid for, as you choose. Must Like Beer. At the Panopticum there is the “phe- nomenon of the century, Kabowls, who drinks eighty glasses of beer in fifteen min- utes.” The glasses are the ordinary “bocks” of Paris, holding what is supposed to be a quarter of a liter. The placard states that Kabowls has consumed 9,287 bocks since the beginning of the fair. You pass before the Living Sirens, queens of the Ocean, and stop at an Anatomical Museum, which proclaims itself to be the only one in France that contains no German speci- mens. In the course of his harangue the proprietor has these words: “Since we cannot grasp the soul, at least let us endeavor to know the spirit of the flesh. Let us endeavor to get back to the constitutive sources of this life, which at times manifests itself in us by the expres- sion almost inexpressible, of mysterious joys that cause our organism to quiver with delight or abruptly make it twist itself panting under the action of unmeaning suf. ferings, which bring to the lips of creatures the maddened cry of grief.” Then workingmen peacefully smoking their pipes, servant girls all agog at the sound of the swelling words, shop-clerk families and mocking boulevardiers walk into the tent to gaze upon the musty wax figures. Will Carry the Remembrance. At apotker booth there are the words “Mile. Yongka Papanox, the Mystic, Sur- prising Marvel, the Inexplicable and Soul- stirring Enigma!” It says, “Lovers of the beautiful, the curious and the strange, en- ter, and retain forever after your remem- we im f impossible for one man to see each of these five hundred shows. I have not yet seen Mile. Yongka; but the experience of Jules Lemaitre, who did enter, and says he will surely “keep the remembrance for- ever,” has strong temptation in it to make —— trip to oe eee “I was e. rongka P a girl in a red gown, blonde, and not ug! ugly, but with a bad cold in the head, sald to te: ‘It's no matter, I shall work all the same.’ She ‘Have you any matches?” "I had some. Then she went to light the long since devoted ‘imself; and he passes in turn through’ all ‘thege homely and pop- ular fairs of France. a 5 A Series of Pairs. There is no time in spring, summer or autumn when some part of Paris has not its set of rustic shows like this. There is the little fair of Saint Denis, and the big fair of Néuflly, the Ham fair, which pre- cedes ster, and this gingerbread fair, which follow: he fair of the Place des In- valides and that of Montmartre, and a dozen others in due succession. They are survivals from remote times, and, despite their antiquity, they exist in lusty or. The good Parisian will not miss a single one of them, and he does not go to scoff. His program will, as like as not, be: ‘To stand in the dense crowd around the Bidel or Pezon menagerie personalities, in- tensely interested in “the grand chim- Panzee of the Mississippi (1), that animal which suspends elf from the highest branches of the tr his prehensile tail!” To shoot at a mark, at one cent the shot, until the pretty girl who tends the rifles will no longer flirt with him. To persuade some young person to have her initials traced in sugar on a ginger- bread pig. To ride on a merry-go-round and to pay for the rides of others, when they happen to be young and pretty. To inspect the colossal lady. To criticise the Midway dance. To experiment with the lady battery. To shudder at the lady cannibal—who eats live rabbits! And, after having eaten fried potatoes, apple fritters, hot sausage, tripe salad, | new-baked gingerbread and fried nubbins of fat pork—Burgundy style—all from brown paper, at two cents the swipe, to irrigate the mass with as much white wine and yellow cider as will fill in like cement. How he gets home then is a matter of chance rather than good management. One has been known to stand waiting for the omnibus with the ticket number 978 dang- ling from his buttonhole! A Curious Survival. One of the shows, certainly a survival from the middle ages, is called ‘‘Hell,” where the devil inside passes his witti- cisms at the people, while he tries the con- demned souls as they come down to him. ‘There are real females in the foreground, lighting up a glowing cavern of red tinsel. Around the scene are grotesque, horned, tailed and misshapen fiends, the size of large dolls and made of wood. They are worked with strings and springs, and make a fearful clatter in their evolutions. Some are forging red-hot handcuffs on an anvil, some are prodding furnaces with poles of gold, to keep the flames up. Others chop viciously at human souls that lie in blue- hot vats. The door bell rings. A devil with a fork lke a musket straightens to attention and calls, “Who is it?” in a forced and hollow voice. “It is me. Oh, it is me!” returns a howl- s with the sole aid of On the Midway. ing tenderfoot, and a puppet dressed as @ lawyer. (costume of the time of Louis XIV) enters limply. “Ha! ha!’ a big blue devil yells. “It's thou! Thou hast pleaded so many evil causes, thou art not able today to plead thine own!” Like a Child’s Game, .“Put him down! Put him down!” a ter- rible, deep voice chants, and he is pitch- forked into a round hole tn, the floor. ‘The flames dart up, the anvils clank. “Hoo! Hoo!” scréech the Ifttle ‘Nile-green, devils, and there are whistling and groan- and cat calls, the tailor who on earth did not return the pieces of unused cloth, and who cut garments too small, to increase the value of his thefts, the fiend says: “The devil is going to cut you a gown This spectacle, which has thus, like chil- €ren’s games, been handed down so nearly untouched for many hundreds of years, is mentioned as a soul-saving sight in mid- dle age chronicles and sermons, and peo- ple are warned in them to “take it in,” so that they may net in the debauchery of the fair forget the issues of eternit STERLING HE} eee WHAT PHILOSOPHER DOOLEY SAYS. LIG. The Happy Ways of the Irish Bridge ‘Tender. From the Chicago Post. “Change an’ decay in all around I see,” said Mr. Dooley sadly. “What's that?” demaaded his friend. “They have put a Polacker on th’ r-red bridge,” said Mr. Dooley. “A what?" gasped Mr. Hennessy. Polacke! repeated Mr. Dooiey. “A Polacker be th’ name ivy Kozminski. Th’ boys was down there las’ cn kim ir'm th’ coal yard.” night practicin’ “Dear, oh, dear,”” said Mr. Hennessy, “an is this what Lawrence McGann an’ young Carther have done us? A Polacker on th’ rred bridge! "fis but a step fr'm that to a Swede loot at Deerin’ stnreet an’ a Bohemian aldherman. 1 niver thought I'd live to see th’ day.” r road the command of the “red is a matter of infinite concer are aldermen and members of the legislature in Archer road, clerks of ihe courts and deputy sheriffs, but their du- ties do rot affect the daily life of the road. Whereas the commander of the bridge is a person of much consideration, for every citizen sees him day by day; it is part of his routine to chat lottly with the way- tarer, aud the children help him to turn the bridge. e’ll always be riprisinted in th’ 1 an’ th’ legis-lathure be peopie iv our own kind, f'r if ye put wan Irishman among twinty thousand Polackers, Bohem- ians, Reoshians, Germans an’ Boolgs ians he'll be th’ leader tv thim all. isnew a man be th’ name iv O'Donnell that was prisident iv th’ Zwiasek Nanowdowney Polaki, an’ that’s th’ Polacker National Society. But th’ foreign ilimints have to get some reconition nowadays. They’re ioo sthrong to be left out, on’y I wish th’ Whole Thing had begun somewhe: but on th’ bridge. It seems a shame to re-pose that sacred thrust in th’ hands iv a man that no wan in th’ creek can swear at an’ be answered dacintly.” been some fine men on that said Mr. Hennessy. said Mr. Dooley, kind- -mimber Dorsey th’ Reaper ling. “‘Dy’e ra —hiin that used to stand be th’ hour lean- in’ over th’ rail watchin’ fr th’ remains iv Germans that missed a thrain an™ drownded thimsilves to come along. He was a fine mun. Thin there was little Clancy. D'ye rhind th’ time whin the lads fr'm th’ mills was r-runnin’ down th’ road | with the little boy sodgers in th’ First Rigimint chasin’ thim. Whin th’ last iv th’ ja-ads got acrost Clancy tur-rned th’ bridge. ‘In th’ name iv th’ State iv Ilinye,” says th’ colonel, ‘I command ye to close that brid: ‘Wait til I light me pipe,’ ‘Close th’ bridge, foolish man,” th’ colonel. ‘Dam thim matches,’ says Clancy, ‘they won't stay lit,” he says. ‘If ye don’t close th’ bridge,’ says th’ colonel, ‘I'll fire,” he says. ‘Sure, colonel,” says Clancy, ‘ye wudden't deprive a pcor wur-rkin’ man iy th’ right to hi pipeful iv baccy,’ he says. “'Tis ag st th’ articles iv war.’ he says. ‘Dam matches. Th’ colonel ordhered th’ lit. boy dgers to point their guns at th’ man on th’ bridge. ‘Colonel, oh, colonel,’ Clancy. ‘What is it,’ says vest oven in front, naughty man,’ he say: th’ cther side iv sh’ to have thim see y he says. Y ve roared an’ swore an’ his ife. But bridge in such a con-dition, seen th’ colonel; he told Clancy he’d have nm blowin’ out t iv th’ la-ads Thin he wint to is lever like a man with th’ e . an’ whin th’ colonel come up he saluted him. ‘I've a mind to put ye in ys th’ colonel. ‘Faith, that’s th’ reward iv virtue,’ Clancy. ‘I thought ye’d make me at least a loot f'r savin fr’m an ondacint exhibition iv ye'ersilf,” he says. ‘Goowan now, or I'll tur-rn the bridge on ye!” “He was a great man, was Clancy,” ce tinued Mr. Dooley. “But a greater was me Uncle Mike, that was on th’ bridge some twinty years ago. He had a lifelong gredge again’ a man be th’ name iv Doher- ty, th’ master iv th’ scow Wolfe Tone, an’ "twas in ordher to e' up th’ scoor with him that he took th’ job, for he was be no means partlai to wurruk, me Uncle Mike. Dokerty knowed he was on th’ bridge an’ done his best to keep away, but wan day he had to r-run his stanch boat up th’ creek an’ come whistlin’ to th’ bridge. Me Uncle Mike seen him comin’ an’ give no sign f'r half an hour. Thin he crawled out iv his little gezebo, with his pine in his mouth, an’ says he: ‘What ahoy?’ he says. ‘Th’ scow Wolfe Tone, says Doherty, black as coal. ‘Whither aw says me Uncle Mike. ‘Niver mind whither away,’ says Doberty. ‘But cpen that there bridge or I'll come aghore an’ grind ye to powdher,’ says ke. ‘So.ye say.” said me Uncle Mike, throw a chunk iv coal at him. ‘So ve say,’ he says. ‘But ye can't go through, niverthele This here pellucid sthream,’ he says (he was a man iv fine language), ‘was niver intinded to be sailed be th’ Ii! iv ye,’ he sa: ‘I'm here to haye th’ vies iv th’ wurruld go by,’ he says. ‘An’ I have special ordhers fr'm th’ mayor tnat if an old sthreet car with th’ wheels off comes swimmin’ along undher command iv a mullet-headed Mayo man I'm to clese it f’r th’ day.’ An’ with that he put on his coat, locked up th’ poje an’ wint home. All that day th’ creek was jammed with scows an’ tugs an’ iron ore boats, an’ no wan cud find me Uncle Mike. Th’ captains come aboard th’ Wolfe Tone an’ cursed Do- erty, th’ superintindint iv th’ rollin’ mills pleaded with him an’ th’ polis sarched f'r me Uncle Mike. They found him as dbrunk as a king down th’ road. He finally con- sinted to tur-rn th’ bridg2 if Doherty would stand on th’ top iv his cabin and say three times, ‘Hurrah f’r Mike Dooley, th’ king iv Conncck.’ Doherty, bein’ a good-natured soul at bottom. done it. me Uncle Mike swung th’ bridge an’ with such a tootin’ iv whistles as ye niver heerd, all th’ fleet wint through. P “Me Uncle Mike resigned th’ next day. An’ now they have a Polacker in th’ place. Dear,.oh, dear!” diseypear in wur-rtk on es Joseph Chamberlain’s Beautifal Gar- den. From the Chicago News. In England great men take time to en- joy their gardens. One of the loveliest be- longs to Joseph Chamberlain, whose place in English politics is high. A considerable portion of his garden at Highbury is wild and urcultivated and consists of copse, dell and stream, and the mixture of this wild loveliness with the cultivated garden forms one of the chief charms of the place. Mr. Chamberlain is justly proud of his orchid coliection, which is marvelous in its range from oriental brilliancy to the most fairy- like delicacy of hue. His orchid houses number fourteen and ail open off one side of a corridor and their beauty is not to be told in words, the wealth and wonder of gorgeous coloring being unsurpassed. Thirty men, under charge of a head gar- dener, keep in order Mr. Chamberlain's garcen. Little dells carpeted with blue- bells and primroses and tiny pools bordered with reeds and rushes and shining -with water lilies are found next closely trimmed lawns, and at one spot known as the Oak pool is Mr. Chamberlain’s favorite seat. The lake there is overhung with willow: and laburnums and gemmed with irises; Swans and storks are to be seen; there are foamy waterfalls and little bridges and woodlands thick with blossoms—violets, anemones and primroses. There is a rosery laid out in prim beds edged with box, the square precision of the plat being broken by four arbors, of mauve clematis, foam-white roses, honeysuckle and pink roses. There are all varieties of roses here. The kitchen garden and fruit walks have vines, apricots and peaches, and altogether the grounds around High- bury are lovely enough to convert a saint into a sinner through envy. The Professional Reformer, “And so every he gave the Advice which he deemed of Almighty it worth; And bis wife took in sew! ‘keep. +. To a-going, ‘While he the earth!” percene eae Sure to Be Beneficial. From Puck. Mrs. Jones-Brown—"You think the baths at Baden-Baden would do me good?’ eenh gece geet eat madam! 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The Greatest Tonic, ‘‘Malt-Nutrine” the Food-drink, is prepared by this Association, ap3-s,m&w39t AR T = N D ARTISTS| bag Gkaeeaaoe fe mpecialty ot prtialth, Bladen Snyder, who returned to this city about a month ago, after quite a long so- journ abroad, is so thoroughiy individual both in the way in which he sees nature and in his manner of execution, that his work will strike an entirely new note in the art of Washington. His pictures are fairly filled with light and air, and in order to get these qualities he follows the metl:ods of the impressionists in their use of pure color. His coloring is never dull or muddy, {and his tendency to the opposite extreme sometimes leads him into the of hues which in their untempered briliiancy verge on crudity. However, the boldness and strength of the effects that he obtains are an ample compensation for the occasional jarring note, and h characterless insipidily of smooth, faultle: perfection, but is always broad and indi tive of dash and verve. In a large canvas showing a shepherd driving his flock along a hot, dusty road, the effect of sunlight 1s excellent, and, the luminous airy quality of the sky is rendered in an unusually ful manner. The sense of distance is als: | in Englan | most effec | picture showing a sunset | ‘The motiv. work never has the | excellent as the foreground is brought out j Strongly by asto. The gu: dian of a th heep wending his w homeward with his charge is the princi element of interest in another canvas, one which Mr. Snyder has now upon his e It is a twilight scene, and the lumin sk of the full moon is seen rising jus: nind several scattered tr which are lipped with the faint suffused glow of the setting sun. Mr. Snyder is equally succes: ful in marines and Venetian scenes, and no maiter what the subject for his brush h expresses himself with originality an force and with the thorough technical mastery which a French training has given him. * ** Mr. Robert Hinckley has recently fin- ished a portrait of Mrs. William Lay, which is exceedingly delicate in the fiesh tints and is a specimen of the artist's best work in portraiture. The same may be said of the three-quarter length vi of Mrs. Hinckley, which is now receiving the finishing touches. The figure is natural and lifelike in its pose, and is thoroughly well handled in every part, and in the cos- tume the eye rests with pleasure on the crisply treated folds of the left sleeve. The gown, which is of pale blue satin trimmed with lace, makes, in connection with the background, a very nice color effect. A quick little ‘sketch which Mr. Hinckley re- cently made, giving a profile view of him- self, is a striking likeness and a very soundly painted head. The portrait of Col. Erast of West Point, which he finished a short time ago, has now been sent to its destination. * _* Miss Sara Bartle returned last Saturday from New Ycrk after a successful stay there and is now enjoying a short rest here before going north for the summer. While in New York she was kept busy all the time, and among the miniatures which she painted are the likencsses of Mrs. Chichester, Mrs. Alexander Morgan and Mrs. Otto Reimer. While Miss Bartle sometimes dces work in other branches of art she devotes herself almost exclusively tc miniatures, and handies these dainty lit- tie portraits with a delicacy of touch which shows quite clearly that her forte lies in this work. She plans te start for East Gloucester about the Ist of July, and will probably remain there all summer, giving most of her time to work in portraiture. * Spencer Nichols thas just finished the portrait of Dr. Muncaster, which he com- menced some time ago, and has created quite a strong likeness. He has now be- gun work upon a head of Daniel Cronin, which he is blocking in in the broad ef- fective way which gives his portraits so much force. Of late Mr. Nichols has been experimenting upon himself as a model, and has made a portrait of himself in his painting costume, not a velvet coat and a tam-o'shanter, but a sweater and alpine hat. In another view he has placed him- self with his back toward a window, and while the effect of light is more interest- ing, the likeness is not as good as in the first study. The series of water colors which he made for the bureau cf education is now at the Nashville exposition. One of the mest interesting of these drawings was the character study picturing a school- master of olden time, and a water ovlor showing the interior of an old log school house was also effective. : * * * Mr. Henry Floyd, who has just comé to Washington, is now installed in a pleas- antly fitted studio in the Art League build- | soon commence work upon | ture which commemorates the treat j cate glow. but the flower studies and laudscapes hung upon the walls of his atelier show that he is not lacking in versatility. He is es- pecially fortunate in landscape work and handles the hazy scenes of Brittany with a delightfully sympathetic touch, finding a particular pleasure in the quiet river scenes which bear some resemblance to the views found along some of the beautiful streams the artist's home. One of the e of his canvases is a lange ne in Brittany. for this composition is a very simple, restful one —a few picturesque houses clust in among the trees, which are gilded with the rays of the dying sun, and in the foreground a small brook wind- ing its way through a luxuriant meadow. * ** The most recent piece of work that Wm. H. Coffin has done, a portralt of Mise Foster, possesses the usual qualities style and dignity of pose that make work so effective. The easy, graceful « riage of the figure and the strong way in which the face is modeled place it at once among his best portraits. Mr. Coffin will the large ot his the Pawnee Indians, and which is to the Nebraska City Library ote The painting of this picture is quite an undertaking, as it contains a great many f s and pre- sents difficulties in com: jon as well as in the realistic treatment of such a large number of figures. * * * A large picture by Carl Gutherz called “Sunset After Appomattox” is now on ex- hibition at Veerhoff’s and will remuin there for a day or two longer before being sent on to the Nashville exposition. The situa- tion which the artist has chosen to portray is when General Lee has turned his face toward home after the surrender and the sad parting with his troops. General Lee, attended by an orderly, had just ridden up to the bivouac, where the evening meal was being prepared, and had seated him- self on the trunk of a large tree which a storm sweeping over the valley had left prostrate across the roadway. It is this moment that the artist has fixed upon canvas, and he has pictured General Lee in a half-reclining posture. His faithful war horse, “Traveler,” just stripped of his sad- dle, comes up to where he sits, and, with bis head near his master’s, seems testify- A soft rosy the ing to his love and sympathy. light from the sunset sky envelops whole scene and beautifies It with a The sunset sky is perhaps a trifle too intense a pink to be altogether pleasing and is a little discordant in com- bination with the delicate grays and greens of the landscape; but it is almost the only thing that one could wish different in the picture. The figures are all well drawt and painted, that of General Lee being par ticularly striking. * * * Among the late additions to Washing ton’s contribution to the art exhibit of the women’s exposition of the Carolinas, whick is row being held in Charlotte, N. C., were the paintings by Miss L. A. Chester. She sent a large tapestry design and six ef- fective heads in ofl. * * * Miss Alice Archer Sewall is now in Ohio and plans to spend the remainder of the summer there, giving herself a good long rest. She does not expect to do any impor- tant work while she is away, but she will be all the better fitted to take it up again in the fall by her summer of rest and recre- ation. —— Daring Feat of Horsemanship. From the Philadelphia Record. One of the most daring feats ever per- formed on horseback was to be seen nigitt- ly last month in a Berlin circus, where Signora Pepina di Montebello, a young Italian girl, mounted on her dark-brown mare, “La Folie,” undertook to jump acrosa an open victoria, with four men seated in the carriage. Signora di Montebello was born at Trieste of wealthy parents, and at an early age showed great liking for riding on horseback. Her wishes in that direc- tion being granted she was soon the best horsewoman in town, and finally her pas- sion for the sport caused her to enter upon a professional career in the Circus Vidoil at Trieste. Her daring exhibitions soon made a name for her, and she commands today the highest salary paid any high- school equestrienne in Europe. Another of her unique feats is the jumping of high hurdles, and over four full-grown horses standing closely together, side by side. ‘The jump across a carriage, driven into ti arena with four people seated within, hi never before been shown in a circus or rid- ing school. ob “Want” ads. in The Star pay because they bring answers.