Evening Star Newspaper, September 25, 1897, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1897—24\ PAGES. AT THE BAL BULLIER One Place Where American Tourists Are Sure to Go. AND SEEM T0 BE VERY MUCH SHOCKED ‘The Whole Affair is Decidedly Democratic and Bohemian. LIFE IN THE LATIN QUARTER ee Epecial Correspondence of The Evening Star. PARIS, September 18, 1897. I: I WERE A American negro I should be tempted, I think, to shoot craps until I had accumu- Jated the wherewith- alto emigrate to France. In Paris, then, I should begin @ new life, very fuh and free, and <ine- tured with the joys of new-found dignity which must spring up like flowers along th where there is no sad color line. It was at the students’ ball, the Bal Bul- lier, the bold and brilliant summer-night feast of the Latin Quarter, that the val- uable reflection forced itself upon me; and the sight which raised it up was of a qual- “THE HALL OPENS WIDE INTO THE tus given by his snorting weight and heav- ing plunge would cause the wooden hoofs of the terrified animal to smash the wooden platform fore and aft and bounce the squealing girl and make her skirts whistle in the breeze; while from the circling crowd, five deep, there came such mingled mutterings and chucklings, whispered com- ments and profane ejaculations as to form @ pagan chorus to some great work of an- cient times done by one of the hustling arcient demt-gods. 5 Attracted by the noise and excitement, & party of most respectable American tour- ists, led by a lanky, unmistakable New Englander—the only male—pushed half way through the five-deep ring with that en- gaging nonchalance which marks the An- glo-Saxon maid and matron in her progress through the uncivilized races. “Come away, Mary,” can you not hear the chaperon ex- ciaiming?—the tone being that of intense though suppressed disapproval. The la- dies, young and old, must eclhow then out of the crowd they had so disarranged to elbow their way into, lose each other in the greater throng of promenaders of the garden, to emerge at last, and reform with their solitary and unhappy gaunt New Englander in the human meelstrom of the dance floor, marching onward through it thenceforth steadfastly, two by two, with no more-side <dventures by the way. “Dis- gusting old man!’"—exclamation—‘“Horrid French hilarity!"—and the poor gaunt New Englander should count himself happy in- deed if there were not some mutterings like “Should not have brought us here!” to spice it vp for him. Yet they would come, and they have no idea to this day that it was an honest American railway president and not a de- bauched Parisian clubman who was so en- eerie: the hobby horses cf the students’ Wanted to See It. They would come, and they always will keep coming. Can you not see, in your mind’s eye, the curious procession elbow- ing its way through all this mixed French gayety? At the head of ft there ts the tall, lank, unmistakable New Englander, and he is convoying six, say, of his coun- trywomen to places on the platform which surrounds, like a small balcony, two sides the big dance floor. He alone has a RDEN.” ity to inspire the whole dark race with | pride, self-satisfaction and gladness. To the surging lilt of the great orchestra's in- | toxicating waltz, there passed and re- passed, clinging to a big colored man, cne of the fairest blossoms of the quarter, ana highly pleased, it was most evident, to be thus dragged. Thus she was dancing with a negro, the fair, pale flower of France; and those who looked upon them had but curiosity mixed with approval, admiration, some amuse- ment and a bit of laughter, mayhap, for the darkey’s evident delight and religious- like solemnity rolled into one. Other Amer ans were there, white, bright as day and ruddy as the morn; young men who, »eing of the colony no less than being st of nis the Latin Quarter, ought manifestly e been on social duty in the pension, d ready-furnished apartments of rter, just across the river, American because there are so many English in it. Trese young Americans were also dane- ing at the Bal Bullier, dancing hilariously, as delighted as the darkey, though not solemn. When asked by some one how the dark-complexioned one affected him on the same dancing floor, the son of a great nov- adent of the noble art of arch cture, remarked: “Oh, let him dance. They let him dance. Why, they could not stop him. Their pretty partners would have turned from them disgusted at the thought of so much incivility. And so they all danced on. There must be something very democratic and Bohemian about the iin Quarter students’ ball in Paris. Billiards for Your Life. For those who do not care for dancing there is the highly philosophic entertain- ment of the billiard table in one corner of the hall, where, if you have skill enough, you may win something that you do not want—a bon bon box, a powder puff with case and looking glass, a fan or a bouquet. Or there fs the still more altruistic pastime of rocking the demotselles on the big hobby horses outside in the garden, whose squalls, aint and musical, come wafted upon the ight to punctuate the thundering quad- upon the dancing floor. These an the others—there is no lack of side attrac- tions a tthe students’ “ball.” ‘The billiard game is played as follows: er, awaiting his turn, the first young lady s his lone condition, and thus . is fetched up to thé table. turn cor she turns to the 1g man of her capture, saying gentille- with pleading in ‘her eyes: “Dis vague feeling that this is no place for his party; but they have no such misgivings. Have they not been told before leaving re- spectable America that this is one of the Paris sights? And who shall restrain that right of free-born Americans to see sights? Four of the ladies are fairly young, but two are gray-haired, mothers and chaper- ons in a place where chaperons are all Americans or English. Luckily the hun- dreds of young creatures on the floor, to whom respectability is not even a name, have their attention elsewhere; and the party passes without the return uf such uncomplimentary remarks as they them- selves see fit to pass en all growid them, and this audibly. Ah! should these French “creatures” copy them in this respect would it not be a bad night for the little party? More men to look after the adv turous American tourist girls and fewer chaperons to sniff—for they do sniff-—-would be more safe, more comme il faut, more beautiful. “The women id they were coming if they had to come alone, so I thought I ought to see them through,” is the fixed stock remark for the New Eng- nder when it is done and over. It is really remarkable what interset our American girls take, nevertheless, in the: so different young folk from themselves. Seated safely at a little table on tfle plat- form near the band stand (where one se the dancers best, just down below), I watched a young St. Louis maiden as she gazed at the slow unfolding of a little ro- mance. She was lighly interested; and I wondered, and still wonder, what she thought exact! w It a Romance? A tall, magnificent cgeature, ample as to contour, dress2d in black, except for an artistic dash of white ei throat and wrists, with many ruffles and draped royally, and with a hat that towered with its great plumes, had there in tow a tittle student-- he might be in law—of the all too sappy age of his first student year. She was mak- ing him unhappy by her frequent rushes frem his side to che floor, where she would take a spin with any old ‘admirer. There he must sit silent, gloomy, thoughtful, till she would come back, when, by arts known to her sex, she ays made im smile again. cheri, en toi qui paye, dis, pas?" He says that he will pay, en effet. And then thi me consists in stopping off the demo! e before she has entirely ruined him t on shot, just once more, de an just yet another, cheri, and, t be the last, je t'assure! nen, paying the brigand who runs the Be the game consists thenceforth in making quick tracks from the neighbor- hood, lest some worse thing should happen. ‘Then mademoiselie, to make the game com- plete, will open up immediate negotiations with the brigand to buy back at something like one-fifth their cost the trinkets «nd gew-gaws that she has “won.” All our Americans have run against this billiard table. The Hobby Horses. As to the hobby horses, I am indebted to them for one of the most piquant remem- brances of my youth, no less a sight than 4 grave and reverend American millionaire and president of many a grasping corpora- tion puffing and blowing like a tramp at a grindstone, while he “rocked” a giddy little mode! of the altogether. These hobby horses, being—how shall it be said?—of the diamond framed style—that is, being ridden necessarily as a girl rides her brother's bike—require a deal of circumspection in their mounting and their management. ‘The rich, stout tourist, as nimble as an elephant, prodigiously forceful and con- scientiously rhythmical in his boostings, stood planted there beside the hobby horse where he could grapple with it each time it came past him; so that each new impe- “A Tall, Maguificent Creature.” She took a sip through her straw in her glass, filled with currant syrup and water, patted him on the rm and was off again. He followed her again uneasily with his eyes, and, moved by an heroic resolution, marched down among the Gancers bimself. His heart failed him, however, and he stood irresolute, and then turned back, But she could not have been so utterly falthiess and must have been watehing him from out the corner of jer eye us she twirled in the waltz she broke away from, For she was back again up on tite platform eer he reached it. Som@thing awfully interesting must now be going to happen, I felt sure, and so did the St. Louis maiden. Would he spurn her? Would she shower reproaches on him-for his lack of confidence? Or would she pat him on the shoulder once again? Alas, the party to which the fair young American student of French human nature was attached must then immediately take its straight departure. “Have you your .wrap, Mabel?” §o she left her first French short story just as it was growing compli- cated. Did she think the two were cousins? Or engaged? Or that it was a naughty adventuress, intent on ruining her young man, both financially and morally? Thus we, like the maiden from St. Louis, walk and look and see and do not understand. Real Thing in Students. Let us take notice, rather, of the young men who are really students, while the damsels do not have their names down on the lists of the Sorbonne. These} youth, you will perceive immediately, are very youthful for the most part; very much ex- cited with the pleasures of so fairy-like a garden, very highly dressed in velveteen ints, coats or vests, and some with won- jerfully colored shirts, and all with flaming neckties flaunting in the breeze. Even at this tender age some manage to flaunt ten- der, pointed beards, hair lacking, scatter- ing, combed up from beneath the neck and all around, wherever it will grow. Are these uncouth, sap-headed adoles- cents the famed Latin Quarter students, gay Parisians? Latin Quarter students they are truly, and gay also, but Parisians? Jamais de la vie! They are rank country- men, arcades ambo, hayseeds one and all, from every little town and big, from every hamlet, mountain cross-road and small vil- lage of the dale, come up to Paris, not be- cause there are no universities in their own province, but because they wish to live end riot out their students’ years in the gay capital. And here is where they really have the laugh on us, on our fond tourist- superiority, when we sneer at them, “Parisians” as well as ‘college men!” “You call these little, ill-dressed, extrava- gantly gotten-up simians college men?” Our “college men” from home sniff, and with as much disdain as the sniff of the chaperon has in it for the damsels. “Yes, they are of the Sorbonne evidently,” must come the answer. “And Parisians?” “Oh, no! The Parisian students are at home, out in society if they be of it, in at- tendance at “white balls,” where young girls of their own class dance in white, dis- creetly, timidly, decorously backed up and hedged in by their mammas, aunts and married sisters. Vie de Boheme. Yes, these are countrymen, and, well sup- lied with money, ili-supplied or moderaie- ly or scarce at ail, the secret wish of the great mass is to live, each in his own per- son, the vie de boheme of Henri Murger’s mawky-jolly little romance. My friend Vasseur, from a small town on the Loire, was of such aspiratioas, and with the cou age to attempt a realization of them. Spending his first month in Paris and the Quartier in a breathless hunt for the con- stimptive lassie who should be the rcman- tically perishing Mimi of his Vie de Bo- heme, he at last found one with two fine hectic flushes, one on each cheek, natur- ally. “Will you die in the spring?” he asked her. “Yes, when therearliest flowers are bud- ding,” she replied. They became engaged at once, and in the Latin Quarter f: md in a chosen ccrner of the Brasserie d'Harcourt they would linger, planning tende-ly. “I have 60) fra: <$130) a month,” he explained to her. “We will live on §20 a month and the rest will be for the doctor and druggist.” My Rodolphe!” ‘My Muse—at $1: ) a month!” he poor little thing did ily die in the early sp a cir anc? that wortilied her horribly. “I think we cught to have some sort of funeral just the ame,” she was wont to murmur, from to time. Whereat at length the emotions cf the romantic youth from the banks of the oir t forth, his pent-up ideal, ting on that great wave in all its splendid nudity. no funeral were to die “The hes ”” she a And so one Latin Qu. with abruptio: STE — or ETIQUETTE OF showed itself ended NG HEILIG. THE FUNERALS, New Yorkers Who Are Careful to At- tend Osxequies of Old Friends. From ‘the New York Times. Some men are as conscientious and as scrupulously exact in “paying their re- spects to the dead” as they are in any other matter of etiquette. Among their number are men conspicuous in public life. Their frequent presence at funerals is in- dicative of a strong sense of duty as well as of loyal friendship for those to whose death they pay the tribute. For a busy man ‘of affairs to take an hour or two out of the middle of the day to attend a church funeral is often more of a sacrifice than a casual observer might think. Yet theré are a score or more of well-known and influ- ential New Yorkers who invariably make it a point to attend the funeral of an old friend, no matter how inconvenient it may be. John D. Crimmins is most punctilious in this respect, as also is Gen. Stewart L. Woodford, now United States minister to Spain. They believe.that loyalty to a friend entails the duty of being present at that friend’s funeral. J. Edward Simmons, presi- dent of the Fourth National Bank; John H. Starin and D. O. Mills are very busy men who usually find time to attend the funerals of their old friends or business associates. Within the past few months several old and respected residents of this city have died and been interred after services in some church. In almost every instance the same well-known faces of surviving friends were observed among the general mourn- ers. Elihu Root, John E. Parsons, Ste- phen P.-Nash, ex-Surrogate Delano CG. Cal- vin and Edward Lauterbach rarely omit attending the obsequies of departed frends. Ex-Police Inspector Alexander 8. Williams and Gen. Howard Carroll are two men who apparently never neglect them. : One cold, blustering day last winter, when the streets were banked high with snow and the winds were full of icy needles, there was a simple funeral cere- mony in a certain private house. The dead man had at one time been very active and influential in New York, but adverse for- tune had overtaken him before his last illness. In his prime many hundreds had sought his friendship. Around his coffin scarcely two score of loyal friends gath- ered. Chief among these few mourners, however, were ex-Inspector Williams and Gen. Carroll. 3 Ex-Mayor Hugh J. Grant is another strict obseryer of the etiquette pertaining to funerals. Only the most exacting obliga- tions will prevent his attending the funeral of an old friend. And it is the same way with Controller Fitch, Postmaster Van Cott and ex-Postmaster Dayton. Two fa- miliar figures at the public funerals of old New Yorkers are those of ex-Postmaster Thaddeus Wakeman and ex-Collector Thos. Murphy. ——_—_+e+____ Gold in Philadelphia soil. From the Popular Science, ‘ The report say: “In order to calculate, with scme accuracy, the value of this body of wealth, we cut cut blocks of the clay and found, on an average, a cubic foot, as it Hes in the ground, weighs 120 pounds as rear as may be. The assay gives seven- tenths grain, say 3 cents’ worth, to the cuble foot. Assuming the data already given we get four thousand one hundred end eighty million cubic feet of clay under cur streets and houses, in which securely lies $126,000,000. And if, as is pretty cer- tein, the corporate limits of the city would afford eight times this bulk of clay, we have more gold than has yet been brought, according to the statistics, from California and Australia.’ Other calculations show that every time a load of clay is hauled out of a cellar enough gold goes’ with jit to pay for the carting; and if the bricks which front our houses could have brought to their surface in the form of gold leaf the amount of gold which they contain we should have a glittering show of two square inches on each brick. A single specimen of ‘zinc proved to be absolutely free from gold, These investigations proved that, while gold is justly considered one of the rarest ‘inetals,~it is also one of the most widely diffused, and there are many philosophical reasons to be found in explanation of this apparent paradox. ——-+ee-____ It matters little what it is that you waat whether a situation or a seryaat—a want” ad. in The Star’ will reach the person who can fill your need. THE JEWISHINEW YEAR Observed With" Solémn Ceremonial “~All the! World Over. USHEVED IN TOMORROW AP SUNDOWN Services Which’ Have Been in Use for Thousands: of Years. see WITH PRAYERS AND FASTING Written for The Evenirg Star. OMORROW IS THE I Jewish New Year, from the bounds of Poland in the Rus- sian “pale” to the westernmost city in America, the first of the morth Tistiri of the year 5658. arid the “day the world was born.’ It ush- ers itself in, not at — midnight, as is the custom of the Chris- ae tian calendar, but at sundown, and evety Jew in the land, be he orthodox or “reform,” must honor its com- ing. With the orthodox the ceremonies are full of life, curious and impressive. Hung on traditions and observances that date back thousands of years, they have, even in the poorest, barest synagogues, a splendor that is almost oriental in its symbolic features. Little understood and almost unknown to Americans at large, these ceremonies yet cxist, and 700,000 people will say the “‘Shamang Yisrail” to- morrow night. “Hear, O Israel. The Lord is One!” In this the Hstener hears and the Jew recites the declaration of faith of this historic pecple, unchanged for centuries. The “Unity of God” is its meaning, and this is the keynote of all Judaism, the inner core. On this one belief is built up a towering structure of _ traditions, customs, observances, ceremonies, duties that were made when the prophets taught in Palestine. The new year services, last- ing, properly speaking, a fortnight, but foNowed several days later by the pic- turesque feast of tabernacles, then by the Great Hosannah celebration, then by the eighth day of Solomon’s assembly, is the chief season of ceremorial in the Jewish year. Notaing like it exists anywhere else in America. It continues today as Asiatic and full of solemn grandeur as 3,000 years ago, and though the “reform” Jews, espe- The Lord our God! strong in New York and the larg of the west, have throwi off and aside many of thé observance: even-tenths of the 1,000,000 Jew: toric Getatls. Wonderful Growth. These services are of vast importance, for the Jews in «America, are increasing at a prodigious rate. While from 1869 to 1890 the population of the country as a whole just doubled (1869, 31,060,000; 1890, 000,000), the Jews of. America in the ame time increased seven fold (from 150,000 to 1,000,000); There a: 0,000 Jews in Ne alone, York city reentagé of this great incre durkig thirty years has Rus- sian immi: s in the land of th; beginning; with the promulgation of the “May laws” in 1882. Not entirely, however. The Jews multiply almosi twice as fest 2s the Chi tians. any wife who rennti the strictly orthodox #t Ie self accursed of God. Life is longer them in all classes of society. The Jew lives something like ten years longer than the Christian. In the synagogues, hour after hour, while the ceremonies are going on, the sights and sounds are impressive and of a far dis- tant past. The red damask of the altar, hangings and reading desk are replaced by white and the great,scrolls or books cf the law that are taker out of the ark of the covenant on the altar steps, are als ed in white with gold embroider; of their usual coverings of brilliant fabrics. If the congregation be one of wealth the men of the synagogue, together with the rabbis and the president and the vice pres- ident, wear tall and shining silk hats. The rabbis continually and the worshipers when they are called, one by one jo take part in the services, have wrapped about their shoulders the “Talith, long white shawl of thin silk, bordered with a rim of blue. Up in the gallery, shut off in the poorer congregations by wkite lace curtains, are the women, for it is a principle of orthedox Judaisia that no woman mi set her foot on the synagogue main floor. Frequently it is for four or five hours at a time that these ceremonies of the new year last. Only the singing, wailing, chanting sounds of human voices are heard through all these rites, for it is a tenet of Orthodox Judaism that net until the temple is re- gained and Jerusalem is once more the home of the Jews can the harmony of stringed instrument and the timbrel be heard in the holy places. No Musical Instruments, But no strings or viols of any sort are needed in this service. It is the intoning of tne rich words and phrases of Hebrew and the chanting of the quaint, sad old melodies, some of them as old as history itself, that give these ceremonies their beauty and their charm. The wailing for Jerusalem, the hymns for salvation and forgiveness, the chants of thankfulness make up a great song that once heard is never forgotten. But its burden is sad. A cry of melan- choly and desolation runs through every line of the scores of prayers that follow each other in rapid succession, and the climax is reached when the scrolls of the law, each a roll of parchment, wrapped around two sticks, with silk coverings and tinkling bells atop, the whole scrolls more than half as high as a man, are brought forth from the ark, and, being unfolded, are read in flowing Hebrew. All the de- tails, all the ceremonies, of what is done. these first days of the Tishri would take pages to describe. It can only be said here that the romance of these days is unend- ing. Life’s Happiness and Miseries.. The first night’s services are simple. The prayers and praises recited are the “Sha- mang Yisrail,” they}Kadjfish, the old Ara- mace prayer of .senctification, repeated many times, the Standing silent prayer, and the thirteen articles of the Jewish faith that the rabbi Maimonides made 700 years ago. This s¢fvice/of but an hour cr so having ended, eag¢h family goes home to @ curious religious feast, ‘The tables are spread with bread,” salf; wine, honey and apples. Al partake of each of these. The bread and salt typify the necess sof iife, the wine life’S ple#sures, the wpples the bitter and the+honeythe sweet. Not a morsel must pass*the Ups of the Jewish worshiper Monday: until:the day. is far ad- vanced. Fasting he:must: go to the scrvice of Rosh-ha-shana, the first day of the year, beginning at 7 a.m... Ritual pslams and prayers, chanting ,and jmtoning, make up this impressive service. ..,At a certain stage of the proceedings, at a gign from the rab- bi, the president, sitting at the side of the altar, gives out the “‘Mitz Vath,” or the “honors.” He mentions the name. It is the name of one of the chief men of the ecngregation. “May he who blessed our ancestors bless Mr. ——, who will open the doors. of the ark. Blessed be he of the Lord!” chants the rabbi-in Hebrew, and the worshiper named steps forward, his “Jalith’ wrapped about his shoulders, Other honors, announced in the same man- ner, follow, such as taking the bells off the scrolls and carrying these books of -the Lord from altar tovreading desk. This lat- ter is given to two young men, -sualy bridegrooms, and they are known 29s Ha- tans, the “bridegrooms of the Lord” (Ha- tan Torah), and the “bridegroom of the first Sabhath (Hatan ‘Beresheet), The Ram's Horn. The drama reaches its climax when the ram.’s horn is blown, as it is at frequent intervals throughout tHe’ morning. Weird and eyrie are jhe sounds that come from this curved instrument, five or six distinct notes, and as the rabbi during the service pronounces certain Hebrew words an imi- tation,of them is blown out, echoing and re-echolng across the synagogue’s walls. The sounding of the ram's horn originally marked the sacrifices on the temple’s altar. They are gruesome, barbaric, harsh, terri- ble scunds. @ Tnese ceremonials, it must be understood, are only observed in this.rigid way by the strictly orthodox. There are, in reality, four classes of Jews in America—the ortho- dox of the Ghettos, the orthodox of the better classes, the conservatives and the reformers. The Ghetto orthodox follow in their daily lives the “Shuhan Arach,” the “prepared table” of Joseph Caro in 1600, which provides for prayers and worshiping every hour of the day. Orthodox, Libcral and Reformed Jews. The orthodox: of the better class have just the same ritual in their synagogues, but are more liberal in their private life, sometimes eating food that is “trepha” (mot “kosher,” that is, not especially pre- pared). In all other ways they are con- sistent. Nearly all of these are German and Polish, though there are four congre- gations of Spanish and Portuguese Jews in this country and Canada. The latter are of old families, excellent social position and well to do ‘The conservatives, who are few in num- ber, keep to the old ritual and prayer beok, but have instrumental music in their synagogues and allow the men and women to sit together. It is the reformers that are far away from the Judaism of old. This “new Juda- ism,” as it is called, has nearly 300,000 ad- herents throughout the country, and opin- jons differ as to whether it is growing or whether a reaction has begun to set in. The main points of difference between the reformers ard the orthodox are that the latter deny the binding force of the old dietary laws, have given up all hope of the return to Zion and the coming of the Mes- siah to earth, do not wear the phylacterics and have abolished nearly all of the olden symbclism. They stand on the one pria- ciple of the unity of God and the brother- hood cf man, and use English prayer books, or rather English and Hebrew com- bined. Very little Hebrew is heard in their services. ——— Colorado's First White Chil From the Durango Democrat. The first white child born in Colorado is creating more or less controversy in ne’ paper circles, and Curator Ferril 1s en- aeavoring to properly and accurately locate the first born. From the old-time long-ago trail blazers we learn that “Adobe” Brown of Ouray was born in the vicinity of Rocky Ferd in July, 1849, while his parents were en route overland from the war with Mexi- co. Of course, “Adobe” is not positive as to the date, as his parents, after sizing up the outfit, threw him in the Arkansas riv er, where he was fished out by the Ar: hee Indians ard by them traded to a Mex- fean for mescal. ‘The mere evidence of “Adobe” is evidence, however, that he was bern, while his sobriquet is well caleulatea to convey belief that the c dugout or mud hamlet of some description. And we might add that “2 is Still ex isting to a marvelous and phenomenal ex- although quite gray and extreme- ly susceptible, he still manages to hold his own—and such other commodities as he can get his hands on. — oo —-- Michael Knutsen's Big Klondike Nug- 2 get. From the San Francisco Exuininer. es ee Knutsen is one of the few miners o have come out of the Klondike region ith a nction amons being the posse of the largest nugget yet found in that istrict—a solid chunk of gold that weighs, to Dawson City quotation ox nearly $900. Knutsen’s nugget weighs a fracti thirty-four ounces troy, sicn two days befor apd where mine up all he thou: Lover and came into h he got out of tal He had there w cleaned sight, in the 6 on El Dorado, fairly well with"his propert Thompson, a man employed by him, ar- rived at Dawson with the big nuggct. said it was found near bedrock on the claim, and the boys wanted Knutsen to take ‘it with him. It was weighed, and found to be worth $58! Knutsen_ear- ries it in his hip pocket, and exhibits it freely as a curiosity. This nugget is somewhat irregular in shape, but very solid. It is light yellow in color, and is over four inches in length in its largest part and about three inches in width. An Cwl Flew Through the Cab. Fiom the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Mike Murphy, engineer of the “Blue Flyer” cn the B. and ®., was badly cut in the face by flying glass from his cab win- dow early yesterday morning. Mr. Murphy was coming down the big hill at Caseyville at a high rate of speed, and, the air being quite fresh, he kept his cab window closed. All at once he heard a crash, and the next instant blood covered his face, the result of particles of glass from his cab window striking him. He hastily reversed hjs en- gire, and, as soon as he washed the blood from his face, looked around for the cause of the accident. He expected to find that somé miscreant had thrown a missile through the window, but in a corner of the cab lay a big owl, which had passed through the window. ‘The owl was slightly disfigured, but would have been able to fly had Mr. Murphy permitted it to escape. He brought it to East St. Louis, and will keep it as a memento of the fast run at Casey- ville. Railroad men contend that the elce- tric headlight so blinded the owl that it cculd not see to escape, and that it plunged through the glass in its half-dazed condi- ticn. — oo New South Wales is to be put to the ex- pense of another long Tichborne triai, a Junatic named Creswell, now in an insane hospital near Sydney, having been identi- fied as the missing Sir Roger by persons who have influence enough to set the law’s machinery in motion. ent was fn a | WASH DAY ON BOARD! "ew MEDICAL DISCOVERY. A Positive Care for Dyspepsia. When Sailors in the Navy Do Their Laundry Work. THE CLOTHES GET HARD TREATMENT Then Comes the Problem of Get- ting Them on the Line. ‘This may read as theagh we were potting it a Uttle etrong, because it is generally thought by the majority of people that Dyspepsia in ironic form is incurable, or practically so, But we bave long since shown that Dyspepsia is curable, nor is it such a difficult matter as at first appears. The trouble with Dyspeptics is that they are con- tinually dicting, starving themselves, or going to opposite extremes, or else deluging the already overburdened stomach with “bitters,” “after-dinner pills,” ete., which invariably increase the difficulty even if in some cases they do give a slight t Porary relief. Such treatment of the stomach sir- ply makes matters worse. What the stomach a is a rest, Now, how can the stomach become rested, recuperated and at the same time the bedy nour- ished and sustained? This is the great secret, and this is also the se~ cret of the uniform success of Stuart's Dyspepsia. Tablets, This is a comparatively mew remedy, but its success and popularity leaves no doubt as to It» ‘merits. The Tablets will digest the food anyway, regand- less of condition of stomach. The sufferer from Dyspepsia, according to direc- BUT THE RESULTS ARE GOOD —————— Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. The first thing that caught the atten- tion of the scores of Washington women who visited the ‘China-bound gunboat] tions, is to eat an abundance of good, wholesome Helena when that tight little cruiser was] food apd use the Tablets before and after each recently tied _up at the navy yard, was| meal, and the result will be that the food will be the veesel’s man-cf-war wash gaily flut- reegrensticd ape how “4 Een “df tering from ridge ropes and signal lines | UC Decause, as before stated, t secreted he eve 0 cl y e ican none te “oaks hing aria | Ect the food even if the stomach is wholly ina tive. To illustrate our meant ints, if you take zephyrs and inviting the sort of sunshine] j\so9 grain of scat, wees a adinary foot awa that bleaches. place it in a temperature of 98 degrees, and put No woman of housewifely instincts and] with it one of Stuart's Dyspepsia Tablets, it will accomplishments ever goes over the side] digest the meat or eggs almost as perfectly as if of a man-of-war, and especially an Amert- | the meat a = within the a ‘ease z : = stomach may be ever so weak, 3 on SS war, weet Saereaing Ser ts wiil perform the work of digestion, and the utter stupefaction at the triumph over dirt that is everywhere forced upon her criti- cal attention. She cannot understand the dszzling cleanliness of the cook's galley, with its neatly arranged rows of brilliantly- polished utensils, and ‘she generally looks just a bit disappointed when she cunningly glances behind a water-tight compartment door and does not find the little pile of hidden dirt that she expects to discover. An inspection of a man-of-war has a ten- dency to give the housewife or the house girl a rather better opinion of the tidiness of men in general than she had previousiy conceived. But the washing problem puzzles the woman man-of-war visitor more than any- thing else she happens upon. ‘The wash looks so neat and spick and span and weil handled that she finds it hard to believe that the bluejackets haven't all sorts of] and pound the garment with the force and modern appliances at hand to simplify and | determination of an Indian boy hammering render easy the work of washing their} prairie dog to death. The older man- clothes war's men learned this trick of pounding clothes clean from Japanese women, use stones for the purpo: Harsh Treatment. After rubbing and mauling the garment until he thinks he has punished it sufli- ciently, the bluejacket scrubbing body and brain will be properly nourished, and at Dyspepsia b the same time a radic: will be made . lasting cure Decause the much abused stom Will be given, to some extent, a much nee Your draggist wil tell you that of the ma dies advertised to cure Dyspepsia n given so and general satisfaction art's Dyspepsia Tablets, and not least in ein these hard times ds the fact that they are also the cheapest and give the most good for the least me A little book on cause and cure of stomach trou- ble sent free by addressing Stuart Co i, Mich, sozzles the garment in his pail of water and soaps it some more, and then goes again at the job of trying to wear a hi in the deck with it. If there is a wooden chock anywhere near him he will grab it Early in the Morning. In order to discover her error, she would be compelled to visit a warship at the un- earthly hour of half-past 5 o'clock in the morning of a “scrub-and-wash-cloties” of which, up in these latitudes, there are three every week on an American m et Sak te ee of-war. Down in the tropical waters every | 2 Whvie lot more salt week day is a wash day on warships, for | over it, and then gives it a serubbin would wear the warp and woof of it mt in the hot latitudes the men wear their | white uniforms—“whites,” the bluejackeis | 1g carpet material were not the garments call them—all the time, and even on the | of jlormen strongly devised. After scrupulously clean decks of a man-of-war | has treated the whole pile in this he a white uniform does not preserve its fre fashion, scowling all the while as if he had clean appearance for more than a day a fierce personal grudge against the qar- the men lolling around in sha % to | ments he an-handiing, he throws his avoid the heat. The American bluejacket | Pail over for clean ¥v and has aay mumber of these suits of whites, | S0zzles them all in it in a bunch. Then he and he he takes it off. | Picks them out and wrings them out dry, among the enlisted men on a] ene by one. Just why he w -war in port, &3 few who | at this time, squeezing the are turned | Water out of them in a kind of frenzy of and within | wrat not to be explained; for ne sooner them all wrung out 1 laid pui them away in the net- | out in a neat Little pile on his u the thumping of the deck pumps 1 bucket n he grabs the whol heard, and the spar deck them down underneath a pump no 5 the ship had been js belcbing out water with the f = Then < = of 300 gals a minute. Tae blu : s this stream pls his by iar OnE for a while, turning th s0 flooded a: navig, over one by one so as to in their bi 0°: a thorough rins gets the wringing and bawls out > | savag Then the men with » knock off work temporarily et, ing, and t out job again trength than before Hanging Out ¢ duds to clean and go below to break the g. ents out h of the washing job. But of their ditty bags. They are on deck anxiety over the batch of again inside of a minute, and then for half not yet over. He has got an hour cr so ensues a scene of primitive | ge. clothes-m and clothes-scouring the like of which is only to be seen ashore on wash day along some of the crecks of pro- vineial France. Soap and Elbow Grease. The man-of-war sailor's washing job is accomplished with the aid of a bucketful ure Zo 1 places to hi en the ridge ropes and s! he accomplishes this task without gettiz into a scrap with one or more of his ship- mates he counts himself lucky. TA scrubbed and washed clot lines locse, capable of being pulled either fo: aft, until about half-past 6 in the mo or ning, at which time the men are supposed to of water, salt or fresh, according as the | have their washing jobs completed amd bluejacket is in luck, a bit of salt water | their cleansed duds suspended on lines, te which the clothes are fas‘ the familiar wooden clothes pins used hore, but lashed by bits of cord. The riness, of the time given ta_the men to perform their washing stunts gencral!y op- erates to bring them all to the clothes lines at the same minute, and there is the live- liest sort of elbowing for places for ten minutes or so, the officer of the deck stand- ins ready to give the signal for the heist of the lines. The bluejackets who manifi disposition to seize a large portion of th ost accessible portions of the lines for the inging of their things not only get th ives disliked, but are quite often sw with ener; The dry to flutter in soap and a plentiful amount of elbow, grease. If the skip is anchored near encugh to land to get its water from the shore, and the tanks are full, each of the bluejacket is privileged to hit up ihe scuttlebutt_for a pail of fresh water; there is usually a marine stationed at the scuttle- butt to see that no man takes more thar: one pailful. If, however, the ship is de- pending upon her condensers for fresh water, the tar gets none of it for clothes washing purposes; he slings his pail cver the side, and ha up a bucketful of brine. Lach man draws every month from the paymaster’s stores as many pound cakes of salt water soap as will see him through, according to his calculations. This salt water soap admirable article, hardly ened, not by e usually permitted nd sun until along about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, by which ever to be seen” ashore. It makes as fine | time, on a clear day, they are generally a lather as shaving soap with the briniest | thoroughly dried, Then, at a signal from of salt water. With his pailful of er | the officer of the deck, the chief boat- and his hunk of soap, the bluejacket ! swain’s mate gives a couple of long biasts plumps himself down on in upturned | on his pipe, and follows this up with one bucket for a seat, and, after sousing the clothes he intends washing in the flooded seuppers, is ready to begin operations. He grabs a garment with a ferocity what makes it seem as.if he intendell to tear it ; : into ribbons, and proceeds to give it a lath- Ss ering with his bit of salt water soap that | As the lines are hauled in the men pick would make it appear that he purposed | off their garments; they reccgnize them on shaving it when he got through. Thus he | the tines from afar, not because each of the soavs his garments one by one, spending ns ate Ai hiicey ‘ull aside in a soapy heap as he finishes the | 1.tge letters of black paint, but because he lathering. When he has them all lathered er pea fust exactly the position on the he kicks from under him the bucket that | MTOws, Just exactly the position om cen he has been sitting upon, and gets down to | Use ng the real work of the job. This is done on aires Tag all fours, and it is laborious, clammy, wet | At tea, or if quaransined ports im Meera work on the flooded deck. The bare deck | get the apprentice boys to do their wash- is the bluejacket’s washboard. He takes | oe ee tear eve to pay for it through his soaped garments from the pile one by | the nose, for apprentices on United States one and rubs them back and forth with all! Wc.Jiane are an independent lot. who wil the muscle he possesses on the bare boards | Gniy undertake the performance of tasks in of the deck. Every half minute or so he) any wise menial for their surperiors when of the dismalest of man-of-war ho’ a-and by scrub and wash clothes clothes lines are lowered, and there is a scramble from all over the’ ship. —— they arc well paid for it. In port, a san- =e of-war is always besieged by laundrymen, so that the officers send their stuff asaore, and in some of the ports, especially on the Pacific staticns, the Chinamen do laundry work so cheaply that the bluejacke:= not only send their wearing apparel ashore to the celestials, but save themselves an im- mense amount of bother by having their hammocks and (itty-bags scrubbed by the same people. There is hardly a more diffi- cult job for the man-of-war's man than the scrubbing of his big canvas hammock sufficiently clean to suit the critical inspec- tion of the executive officer. SeREES Ogee Hasn't Been Down Town Since the War. From the Charleston Post. There is an old woman in Charleston who ha@ not been cn the Battery sin he war and has not been on King street in fifteen years. Tals may seem like a fairy tale to any, but it is a true statement. She is not a cripple, either, but is as well and strong as a woman could expect to be who bad reached the age of seventy-four years, She lives in tae western part of the city within a few squares of King street and near the Rutledge avence street car line. Another remerkable thing about this old lady is that she has never seen the electric cars, and has no desire to see one, so &! says. She was asked by a friend of hers the other day to join her in a trolley ride, but she declined with thanks, saying she did not care to ride on anything that was pro- pelled by unseen power. “Law me,” said she, when asked to take a trolley ride, “do you think I'd get on one of thore cars that are run by electricity? I could not be in- duced to take one of those electric rides.