Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 11, 1887, Page 12

AN AFTERNOON IN CHINATOWY it —ia A Bee Oorrespondent’s Visit to the Celestial g Blums of San Francisco. . MYSTERIES OF THE JOSS HOUSE. Chinese Faneral—A Poculiar Thea- ter—Some Horrible Dives—The Opium Dens—A Wel formed Guide. © Bax Franoisco, Sept. 1.—[Correspond- « ence of the Ber. ]—A former policeman n Chinatown was my kind guide through #he labyrinth of dirty, narrow streets #nd torturous dark passages of this Mon- golian city, st like an unholy thought On the brow of San Francisco. A for- . elgn sced sprung into a flourishing plant- bearing many « delicate flower of art, but whose odor 18 unclean and whose ade 18 poisonous. s 'Over forty thousand Chinese,’” said my guide, “live here, who are divided L into six colonies coming from difterent | parts of China, each colonly subject to [ the control and care of one of the six | Chinese companies by which all of their irs in California are mnn:lfed. reat jealousy prevails between these | dolonies. In case the members of one work for Itss money than those of an- other, bloodshed and murder is the sure result.” We push our way through the crowded, dirty streets; a glance at every face en- counters the same curious, unrevealed expression, now and then tempered by an unfriendly look. “If,"" says my guide, ‘your passa, hrough Chinatown 1s to gratify the curiosity of newspaper read- ers, why the de we penetrate the slums the better, Are your lucgs strong?”’ he asks, ‘it so, follow me and_take care not to knock your head.” KEntering a narrow passage, I potice 1n advance A BLACK HOLE lending a ently down into the in- fernal regions, and the columns of cu ing, blue smoke issuing from it inten fied the effect, I gathered up my skirts and set my hat firmly on my head. Down a steep, dirty flight of stairs we go into the darkness of the opium world and into what scems to be an abode of beasts ruther than of human life. Stoopiug to avoid a blow from beam and raft enter one of two narrow, dark galleries without a particle of ventilation and with only the flame of the littie lamps used for melting the opium to lumine the faces glenming in their back- round of blackness like the set faces of the happier dead. They lie, these men, closely hudaled together on wooden slabs covered with matting. Some en- tirely unconscious for eight hours to come; others, one would judge, sadly tseering into a lost happy pust. One rattled like a little child, while in the leep gloam would roll forth, as from a cost soul, a heavy groan. Above this first tier of bedsis yet another [ PACKED WITH UNCONSCIOUS HUMANITY, bathed in sickening, terrible air. ‘“‘Have on had enough of it?'* asked my guide *Yes,” Iquickly responded, for a former remark of his was forming itself into letters of ftire in the horrible blacknes: “‘Any one of them would stab you in the back for ten cents.” Continuing our walk into questionable ground Ilearn that out of these thous- ands but a_few legitimate families' are maintained., ¢ women are bought and old like cattle, being shipped from China for §600 avic eh{ the companies to which they pra Iy become slaves for life. T live in narrow, illsmel- Jing streets, For Cliinese they are many of them pretty and their little rooms are neat and decorated with gay, fluttering papers, and with an hidecous god betore | which they constantly burn a lamp. They were much pleascd with my jow- elry, one of them grabbing a pin d:siring to transfer it to her own person. Accompanied by our guide we visit a gambling house, The one game we wit- neseed was played with dominoes dealt face down and the scenes which there met our eyes were disgustingly villainqus, “'For wi {s that are dark, And tricks that are vain, ‘T'he heathen Chinese is peculiar!"” “Now,” said my guide, “‘as a heathen antidote to these views of Chinese im- moral hife, let us visit THE JOSS HOUSE."" We loiter on our way at an apoth shop to see the balms for every Chinese ill. These people wisely, or “unwisely, never take our drugs. but roots and herbs of their own; und, when it {3 rdquired, a Tizzard skin is ground into po wder as are beetles and the horns of animals. On shelves, piled one above the other, were dried lizard skins, tied, n dozen together Next to this shop is a jewelry manufa tory where really fine gold work is exe- ‘cuted in a very primitive manner. The streets arp all of them narrow, and H &':n y, and throughout permeated by E faint odor of opium and of cooki but one of us lifted our skirts and_ both " of us our noses, thus passed 1t all and | entered the ground floor of the joss hou | which 18 devoted to offices of hig! ¢ Chinese dignitaries. Eager in a discu slon of some absorbing subject and stiff i their silk robes, they disdained to notice us. We climbed” the stairs and - entered their house of worship. A truly * beautiful room with a large window opening onto & balcony, commanding a smagniticent prospect of this Pacitic city, | hike Jerusalem, “‘Golden, with milk at | honey blessed.” At the further end of g,e-roam', r;;x, ng on an alter, are five i 8, cut oft’ at the waist, ood painted a bronze red, with fierce ' black moustaches and almond shaped eyes. Bofore each one stood two cups of - tea, “'which,”” smid my guide, “are placed there every night, and theso people thnk their idols drink it, for in the | morning it is gone; but (with disgust) . the rats drink it, or it evaporates,” Be- fore this altar lie on the floor two red welvet plilows on which the worshipers s , olasp their hands and touch the A with their foreheads. One altar is dsomely ornamented by beantiful | allegorical tigures in gold, horses, chari. ots and men, all protected by glas: | Which Is claimed to be over two tho :nd ears old. Exquisite embroideri silk and gold thread, and banners Fhlngud. hang from the ceilings and Yy &3 rate the walls, a magnificent room. i attention 18 attracted to a wase resting on an altar containing - & collection of narrow, wooden sticks each one beeaing a number. ‘'If,” he says | “a Chinaman is sick, he drags himself, sometimes on hands and knees up the | stairs to this altar, feverishly grasps this ¥ase, shakes itand turns the sticks out on | Bhie autar, blindly selects one, (of course | the influences him to take the right L one) carrying the number of it to the jpothecary’s shop; he buys the medicine L.flll the corresponding number.” A small furnace in the corner provokes my - euriosity,and I learn from my guide that hen arich man makes a present to the 9 house, he comes here, and to oblit- te the pious act, and keep it from the “knowledge of the world burns a picce of | Joss paper in this furnace and with it, all C pride in his well doing. A small port- lio contains curiously cut bits of paper, which “‘are fluttered over the left shoul- | der of a man seated by the driver of the | Bearse in a funeral procession to keev off ! il spirit. Did you ever see & A CHINESE FUNERALY" guired my guide. AsInad not, he that “after the hearse always fol a wagon well laden with food for K .lrlflt of the dead one to feast on in [#he other world, among this is always a pig and roat cat, which arethe well flavored with cemete ‘{ 8 We entered the gaping, dingy door of a tenement house, three or four stories high. builtlike a Spanish house with a court in the center and balconies sur- rounding it. The rooms were very small, ach one vecupied by sixteen people, or more. In the center of the court, at- tached to the building by covered ways were little, open rooms, one for each story, used at once as kitched and for the sanitary purposes of the household. Here ~ both men and women were cooking and the smoke filled the air to suffocation. In court stood baskets of furhngu and lay piles of dirt poisoning the air, ‘“‘Whnat,” said I to mf Ruide, “‘prevents these peo- ple from dying by the hundreds from ever existing fever!” The use of so much opium, he thought, acted as a dis- infectant and prevented them being utterly wiped a . Soveral cases of leprosy, he told me, have been discov- ered. For this disease they now have a vest house, The first case was surprised in the principal laundry, where they were endeavoring to conceal it, 5o as” to be able to send the bones of the victim back to Chuna. Imagine the panic this caused, This place was a horrible as any we visited, so we hastened away from it. * Two theatres are supported in Chinatown, one opening at at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the other at half-past five. Said the guide: “'l'huY perform one act an evening which lasts until midnight, and would go on forever if we permitted it.” A whole play continues for six months, even a longer period is . nextday taken to the bnlnMrJ 8 ry dew d. “‘We will enter the theatre,” he said “by the way of the green room,"nol smoothed my hair ))rup:u’m% to enjoy myself, Little dreaming of the horrory before me! ‘“T'he way is dark,” smd md guide, “‘and again look out for [vuur heas and shouiders.” We entered a long. darkening passage, until after darkness enveloped us. Smoke filled my lungs and a red giare my eyes, which, I saw through scalding tears, proceeded from a stove over which stooped THE HALF NUDE FIGURE of a man, who the guide explained from the widening distance between us, was couking the actor’'s midnight supper. Down a Hlight of stairs, yet up another, when a wild ontburst of hidious music struck my confounded ear. Wild terror seized me, und at the same time a ray of blessed ight surrounded me. ‘‘Here,” said the tranquil voice of the guide, ‘i the door of the green room; and he pushed open the door just as the colos- sal figure of an actor, more grotesquely dressed than anything their fans depict, and norrib]f' painted, pave a frightful yell directly in our faces. I would gladly have fled, but was surrounded by uncouth figures, gesturing and shrieking, besmeared and smirched with paint. and head vainted white with wide stripes of black :lfinc ring to ter- minate in two long feathers; and these figures kept time to unearthly instru- ments, there was no_escape. Drawing aside a curt:un the guide pushed me onto the stage, in the face of the face of the audience. t down” he smilingly said, And we sat down, right in the midst of aChinese plot. My late terror burst from me in great dro%s of prespiration, but composure came back as I observed that ueithar actors nor audience noticed us in the least. It was impossible for us to understand what they sang, or talked about, but, whatever it was, it tickled the ear of the audience. Their plays are said to be founded upon historis facts al- together, and I should judge that they correctly imiitated the dress of the period of those arts which are now lost to u: The female parts were creditably su tained by men, the glossy black hair elaborately dressed and filled witl: full pink rosesf and gala ornaments. Their step mincing, and voice falsetto, The robes and gowns were of costly stuffs, but hideously cut. It would be difficult to describe their so-called music, it was a horrid noise o'er topped by the crash of eymbals. The anditor- ium was filled with men and byys, and one balcony was devoted to the'use of women. The noise drove us away, and we de- scended from the suage to the floor by means of some rickety old steps. Une glance back discovered the collossal figure of the man who greeted us at the door, seated under a red canopy accept- ing a dainty cup of tea from an” embar- rassed mincing damsel. Thus we left them, ) by Many of the houses of tho better class vresent a decidedly respectable appear- ance, all more or less, decorated with the ever lasting lantern, and from a few, ‘hinese flag with its ugly GRrACE DEANE HUNT. —— As to Rip Van Winkle. Henry Watterson in Louisville Courier- Journal: Rip Van Winkle is altogether the best known and best loved chsracter of American fiction, “Lhere are boys to whom Leatherstockings is but & name. There are boys who never heard of Henry Birch. Is there a boy anywhere who is not personally and intimately ac- quainted with the "lazy, lquor-loving vagabond whom the gentle conceit and loving fancy of the muster of Sunnyside brought into the world of spirits—I~ was about to say of spirits and water—and whom the great comedian rescued thence and immortahzed? Mr. Joseph Jeflerson has made fame and fortune out of “Rip Van Winkle.” But who shall grudge him any part of his profit? Surely, if ‘ihp were alive, he would not. Seeing his counterfeit pre- sentment,he would go to his grave again, happy to leave upon the stage so delight- ful & representative, and he would say to Mr. Jefterson, *‘I drink your good health, and your family’s, and may you live long and prosper."” Yet one, as they seem, the character of Rip Van Winkle did not come to Mr. Jeflerson at once. It grew up in him, as it were, That play now acted and familiar to the present gencration of play-goers differs materially from the original piece, in which Rip’s personality began to de- velop 1tself; in that early production, the wife dies,and Rip returns after his twenty years' sleep to find no arms waiting to embrace him, The apex of the final act turned upon the deatn of the wife. The old man has asked about every one except Gretchen—about Mrs. Van ‘Winkle. A length--you feel what coming—there is an expression of anxious humor, half of dread and half of love and hope, and the question is put. It receives the fatal answer. She is dead. Grief spreads stantaneous over the kindly weather- beaten face. Tears fill the eyes. Then from the lips the words 1ssue” wailingly, “'She led me a hard life—a hard life—but she was the wife of my bosom—she was mein frou,” and the head sinks into the hands,and the theatre is a snow storm of white cambric, The legend of “Rip Van Winkle" sprang from one of those primitive sug- gestions which are so simple and univer- sal as to be heaven-born. It was the good fortune hardly less than the genius of Irving first to give it a local habita- tion, and one essentially suited to it, and a name which took hold upon the popu- lar imagination. But not less to the actor than to the man of letters we are indebted for those enduring and endear- ing charms which make Rip a member of every happy household, What u debt of gratitude do we not owe these congenial spirits. much alike in the virtue of their lives and in their intellectual char - acteristies—for ourselves and for our children. And what a blank would there not have been in the literature of our grown up nurseries, if Washington Irving had not written and Joseph Jef- ferson had not played “Rip Van Win- kle.” As well mght we dispense witn “Rot_nn:un Crusoe,” or “Lemue! Gulli- wer." J0BY J. ASTOR'S NEW HOME. A Villa Which Will Be Unparalleled in a Point of Beauty and Comfort. GENERAL SHERMAN'S WEAKNESS The Jewish Home—An Expensive Liver-Pad — An Honorable Lord—Clara Belle's Letter, NEw York, Sept. 8.—[Correspondence of the Bee.]—Johin Jacob Astor has bought a new home, and society, on its return to town finds the topic one to dis- cuss. That Astor would feel the need of a new summer residence strikes as odd those who know of his Newport villa, In all probability he would be able to go on for the rest of his life with the houses al- ready at s command. but there are cer- tain reasons why a residence at Irving- ton or thereabouts, should be desirable to him, They are all summed up in the fact that the wealth and fashion of the metropolis is established there. From Yonkers to Tarrytown—the left bank of the Hodson—is an almost uninterrupted line of country estates of wealthy New Yorkers. The interruptions consist al- most entirely in the business centers of Jittle communities like Irvington. This line of summer residences is at its greatest as measured by wealth,at a point about twenty-four miles north of this city. Just there John Jacob Astor has just bought a ready made villa with forty-three acres of ground attached,and paid therefor $160,000 in cash. Nota very significant sum for one who keeps several millions constantly available for the purchase of new property when oc- casion offers. The event is more inter- esting as it indicates something of the taste and motives of the greatest land- Jord in America, 1t is further interesting because the seller of the property was Mr. Cyrus W. Field. The Iatter’s RECENT EMBARRASSMENTS have nothing to do with this transaction. Mr. Field originally bought the property for the use of his daughter, Mrs. Lindley, and he says in explanation of the trans- fer that she did not care to occupy the premises, and that he had no other use for them. Certainly he has enough land left in the vicinity to fit out with summer residences a family much larger than hw own, throwing in even a good many distantrelatives. Between lrvington and Dobbs Ferry, a fashionable center a few mlles to the south, Mr. Field owns upwards of 000 acres all adjacentto the Hudson and much of it improved. He had an acute atiack of Anglomania one day—a trouble that is chronic with him in a mild form—and named his Hudson river lands “‘Ardsley Park.” Mr. Astor has taken a small section of Ardsley. Nobody but Mr. Field, however, speaks of the place by its British appellation. The portion secured by Astor is known 10 the people of Irvington as the Cottonet place, from the name of the first owner who improved the grounds. It lies out a mle and a half south of the Irvington postoflice, and is reached, like other similar estates, by a shady, graveked road leading from the magniti- cent highway that runs parallel to the Hudson about a mile from its banks. Not far to the north is the comfortable, old- fashioned looking villa of the Harpers. At the south is the Wilev estate, and at the east and north the Alexander Hamil- ton property. There is a low French-roofed cottage at the entrance by the highway, occupied by the superintendent of the estate, whatever his title may be among Anglo- maniacs. It does not have about 1t the neatness of appearance, or 2 THE PICTURESQUE WILDNESS oune of which features usually character- izes a porter’s lodge, The grass about the doorway looks unkempt, weeds mingle with the few flower bushes, and a lazy dog snoozing in a patch of sunlight is the only sign of life. 'Lhe driveway lending towards the Hudson begins in fairly good condition at the highway. A double row of trees line each side, so that the shade 1s dense. 1t 18 apparent that the original intention was to have the space between the rows of trees on either side improved and used for footpaths, but the improvement if ever made has been obliterated by suct ive seasons of neglect. ‘I'he spaces are overgrown with rank grass and weeds, pine cones lie in disorderly abundarce everywhere, and broken twigs add to the confusion. Still the visitor would receive no very un- favorabie impression of the vro‘mrty from these features. They might be charged simhl_{ to the caprice of the owner who had changed his plans. But a decidedly bad impression is inevitabl after going a few rods along the dri way. It becomes evident that no pains has been taken to renew the gravel, or to repair the effect of rain storms. One can not help wondering how it should havpen that in a community of exceed- ingly wealthy men, one of the most vrominent should not keep the approach to his house in the neat, apple pie order that always distinguishes the rich man’s road. Let us look at n contrast in homes, I met an old lady lately whose church had been doing a great thing for her. She was decrepid, feeble and old. I came upon her when her few cherished bits of furniture, mementoes of the past, were in process of removal, and the ancient dame herself was being carted off to a brand new eeitice for the reception of the old. Two fierce looking women were ruthlessly picking and throwing out the hoarded rubbish so dear to the old lady. They discoursed on the great good luok of my venerable friend in having a haven of rest to go to, and invited me to cull some time and view the wonderful insti- tution where old ladies finished their daysin a chill sort of comfort that was genteel to witness, So I bade good-bye to the lucky woman, who said at parting: **This is the first time ['ve felt reconciled to the death of my husband.” Poor, sad heart. As she saw all the oid paper boxes, whose bottoms were certainly sawed in, emptied of their contents into a waste barrel; saw the old chest of drawers that had held pititul remnants of her ward- robes carted off; she enjoyed that her old husband was not to be put away fromn her with all the rest. There is but ONE CHARITABLE INSTITUTION I know ot in all New York that is a real delight to visit. That one is the Jewish home for the aged. The Jews are re- markable for their charity to their own, but this place exceeds anything of the kind in its provisions for the aged heart as well as the aged body. Beneath 1ts roof husband und wife dwell together in rooms the perfection of neatness and comfort. The old Abraham and Sarahs sit side by side, and talk over the days of their youth. The fact that they have seven menls a day will strike you™ asan embarrassment of victuals. The know- ledge that there 1s a big smok- ing room in the basement, where the antodiluvians play penoclo and dom- inoes for such light = stakes as lucifer matches, will surprise yvou. But to see the love that has endured between hus- band and wife for a life time, sustained and cherished by charity, will astonish you. It is the noblest sight 1 know of on the island. And it is the only place where women 18 known to boust of age. ‘They have a centenarian, their show old baby, aged 108. After an interview with this relio of the past, you will always be met out- side by some old Jewess who will aseure {(m the institution is all wrong about that 08. The speaker is mimety-seven and knows positively that the superiority of e belongs to her, notto that fraud in the little room. They will call attention to their ime worn faces, and demand you shall use your own judgment if they don'tdook ever so much older than the 108 article, One of the foundation stones of this edifice is cleanliness. As each inmate ar- rives, he or she is fitted out with tnree suita of clothing, which must be looked after, it possihlz, ny the wearer. They are b , combed, brushed and sham- pooed and made to commence the last course of life in the best possible condi- tion, Almost all the recipients of this Jewish pounty conform with delight to the pleasant rules, but occasionally a case crops up that is fuuny, One awful day an aged Prussian Jew arrrived with a stuffed and greasy portmanteau. He was uncombed and” unkempt. His cre- dentinls were all right. He was A PROPER CANDIDATE for admigsion, He was invited in and shown directly to the laundry where they washed and ironed old men. He made a stand at the tub indignant. Wash? Not much. He swore by the beard of Abraham, and by Sarah's back hair, that he had not bathed in seventy years. He'd not adopt so foolish a cus- tom at that late day. So he picked up lus bundle and went out into the storm, convinced that he world held much more comfortabie spots for him than that lux- urious 1nstitution with its inevitable bath. An admirer ot pretty women in an en- tirely decorous and dignitied way is GENERAL SHERMAN, and he displays no prejudice against them when they are actresses. He was on view at the trial of Admiral Porter's play, sitting in the stage corner of a proscenium box. There was not much in the drama to prevent me from watch- ing the ex-warrior, and he made no dis- guise of the interest he took in the nine comely actresses concerned in the per- formance. He wasso close to them, and so conspicuously situated. that he seemed a part of the stage exhibition. He gave to each actress on her adventa long, close, scrutinizing examination. They wore the costumes of 1800 in New York, with the waists of their dresses bindin three inches below their armpits, an were curious as well as handsome objects in this time of long, slender waists. The chief of them was Lowse Pomeroy, The war veteran bestowed a great deal of gaze, und seemingly a proportionate amount of admiration upon her. Butin an orchestra_scat was another deeply interested observer. This was Brick Pomeroy. Brick Pomeroy, who was her husband until divorce separated him from her. 1t was clear that Brick had a two-fold fascination in the actress. He looked at her to sce how her beauty had horne a lapse of five years since he had last seen her,and he saw a well preserved woman indeed. He was also keeping an eye on General Sherman, apparently to discover, if possible, the opinion of that veteran judge of feminmine lovliness. 1 couldn’t help wondering what exactly were the thoughts of an ex-husband under such circumstances. The early closing season at the water- g places and mountain resorts has set in and the pleasure-seeking army is on the home stretch, and making good time. As the New York woman says when she goes down the steps in June, and looks behind her at the tightly closed house, *‘Oh, how nice it wiil be to come back next September.” I hope every woman didn't make the mistake that Mrs. Care- ful did. She was on her way to Europe, and after she was seated in the carriage bound for the boat, she remembered a liver pad that she bougnt for the old nan, "1l just run back to the parlor for it," said she. ‘“‘Don’t be a fool, but stop at the drug- gist’s and buy another,’’ said he. ‘‘As if I would, after buying that,” and out she climbed. With three keys she let herself in, flow to the parlor, turned up the gas with the electric key and searched. Then she ran up to the front room, lighted the chandelier and found the pad. She triumphantly made her way out of the house, locked it carefully up again, and rode away in victory, having had her way and saved an outlay of 75 cents, That was on June 8. She arrived here on September 8, and was astonished on renchiusx her house to find the parlors cheerfully lighted to receive her. She had forgotten to turn off the gas, and for three months,night and day, two burners have blazed away and illuminated the industry of the merry moth and the beautiful buffalo bug. When her husband ays . s THIS SUMMER GAS BILL he will think liver pads the expensive things he ever struck. New York is full of celebrieties. Mrs. Paran Stevens is l\:\‘:p\' in the possession of a real English duke of the most viru- lent type, Marlborough, about whom I am able to tell a pretty story. On Well- ington street, just off the Strand, 1n Lon- don, there lived, about twelve years ago, a little widow who carried on a small business left by her husband, and found happiness in caring for an only and beautiful girl, the daughter of a dead sister, Edith wae studying art at the school in Kensington, and every day she went to and fro unattended. On one of these excursions some little accident made her acquainted with a gentleman who was connected with the botanical gardens at Kew, somewhere in Kensing- tor. She was forever meeting this friend, and finally she took him home to Welling- ton strect and introduced him to her aunt, “'George Church” began to be a great favorite in the little shop. e took Edith and her aunt to Kew, he filled the hounse with flowers, and he sent a gardener to fix up a_ten-foot roof with a veritable bower of roses. Tender passages were oceurring between Edith and Georg: but Edith was prudent and auntie w: watchful. In the mean time a young man connected with the mechanieal part of the old Drury lane theatre took lodg- ings with the aunt. Manager George Conquest was getting up a panto- mine. On the opening night, he ot two places for his landlady and her beautitul niece, and bade them be in no hurry about getting out, a8 he would join them and take them home. So the two women stood on the stairs, and watched the occupants of the boxes as they came out after the performonce. All of sudden the sharp-eyed old lady saw a group of elegant women, attended by a gentleman, emerge from box 21 on the grand tier. ‘There was no mistaking the gentiem: orge Chorchill, her nie She glanced at Edith, That young man was watchinga arty in an opposite direction. Aunty ept her counscl, but she went direct to Mr. Roberts when she got him alone, and set him about learning who had occupied box 21. Roberts learned that LORD GEORGE CHURCHILL, now the duke of Marlborough, had used it and two others. Churchill had rooms in South Audley street and one morning the little widow went quietly arourd and asked fos audi- ence with the prospective duke. As she expected “George Church” sauntered into the room and was rather surprised when, instead of a tenant with some grlevnncas. he confronted Edith's aunt. he told him how she had discovered him to be Lord Churchill and begged him to forbear domng her innocent niece the reat wrong of a further deception. To Els credit ba it related, he treated the woman's appeal with svmpathy. ‘L wouldn't hurt & hair of your girl's head,"” he , “the world is full of fair women who know me and have nothin, tolose. Edith is bright and amusing,an her ignorance of my condition in IiFu has made ber & charming companion; but most will see her word on it.'" He kept it. Edith mourned her lost admirer, and wondered what had es- traaged him, but time dulled her interost and she came to_think favorably of her aunt’s lodger. Five years agoshe mar- ried him. That the ‘old lost friendship was not quité forgotten she showed when she named a bouncing toy George, ‘It was such a lovely “name.” That old aunt had an eye to business, for she sat down and wrote her noble friend that Edith was happily married and naming little Robertees after him. divorce cases, with all their sentimental complications and legal excitements that hedged him round, the gentleman made out to hear and rejolce over one good woman among his acquaintances, for he sent a congratulatory letter with a check for $500 to his godchild, and Edith hoard for the first time that the lost George Church could be found in the duke of Marlborough. CLARA BELLE. ———— KISSED IN TO LIFE BY LOVE. Buried on the Battle Field—His Fian- ce's Lean Into the Grave. Anna Essenbash, a gracefully formed German girl, plump looking and neatly dressed, stood on tiptoe yesterday after- noon, says the New York Star, and held up a very Krelty air of red "?! to be kissed by Mayor Whituey, of Brooklyn. The mayor looked willing, and, after glancing at the husband of the any girl ventured to avail himself of the proffered salute. As he had just married the couple before him, everybody con- sidered that he had earned the reward, but they were not sosure about Secretary Phillips’ right to follow the major's ex- ample as he did. Mr. and Mrs, Herman Krause then told the simple story of their life and love, which commenced in the village of Friederichsau, on the Rhine. Their ex- no more, and I give nil wy perience somewhat resembled that of Romeo and Juliet, with the trifling ex- ception that it was the lover who was buried alive,and being rescued by his maiden fair he had no possible reason for commutting suicide to slow music. THE LITTLE BRIDE, who looked as picturesque asa figure on a bit of Dresden china, told her story with modest excitement after she had been judiciously prompted: ‘‘Herman and I were born in Friederch- sau,’’ she said, “‘and we played together as chiidren. He used to carry me and my books to school, and we always loved each other, didu’t we, Herman?' Herman, wio is as "if and yellow- haired and good-natured looking as any German well could be, gave his little brid{; nl (m‘ul look and remurked briefly: “Yah ! “When Herman was eighteen years old he had to go away to the army, and oh! my heart was sad, I made him promise to always think of me, and I gave him a little bible to read. When the kaiser commenced to fight the French 1 knew Herman would have to go away to war in earnest, and,as I wanted to be near him, I joined the Red Cross Hospital corps. ~ During the battles I tried not to think of Herman, and remembered only the poor wounded men whom I nursed. AFTER THE BATTLE OF GRAVELOTTE Herman did not come to see me or send me a message, as he always did, and then I knew that there was something wrong. 1 got to where his regiment had been tighting, and there on the dark field 1 found men burying the dead. When I asked for him one of the soldiers looked as1f he was very sorry, and pointed to a big hole in the ground which was half full of dead men. They said 1 went zy, but I didn’t. [ was wild to kiss him just once, and for the last time, so I sprang nto the trench, and before they stopped me 1 had scratched away the thin dirt on top of Herman’s face and kissed him. I didn't remember anything miore thep, for I fainted. “Afterward, when the soldiers went to bury moramen, they saw that Herman had moved his head, so they knew he was alive.and they took his body out and sent him to the hospital. When I got well they told me a picce of shell had fract- ured his skull and that it had injured Lis brain so that he would always be insane. Isaw him once when in his delirium, and he turned to kill me, and then I left bim, as 1 thought, forever. My father soon moved to this country and we lived in Brooklyn. One year ago 1 got a let signed by my Herman, telling m the doctors had tak out the piece of shell which had n him insane so many years, and that he still loved me, He landed ut Castle Garden last week, and my father got him good work, so we came here to-day to get manried.” The Mhttle bride walked out of the mayor’s oflice, leaning fondly on the arm of the stocial He , and gazing at him with evident admiration, * Based on the above incident, the fol- ing pocm has been written for the cE by Rev. G. W. Crofts, pastor of the Congregational church of Council Bluffs, whose poctical contributions have long since made for him a wide reputation as “the poet preacher.” LOVE IS THE CONQUEROR OF DEATH. With dust they sprinkled him over, For truly they thought he was dead; That dead was the soldier and lover, ‘That ashes to ashes were wed. They thought he was dead, aud may bo He was—1've not knowledge to say; I only know what they tell me, And that love has a marvelous way. In a book that is ol we read Of wonderful lif ing wine, ‘That maketh the lips of the dead To speak—that worketh with power di- vin « That wine, I imagine, is love, Sacked by an invineible will, That moves as naught else can move, ‘TLat thrills as naught else can thrill. They were putting him under the sod, For dead they thought him to be; But love came like the power of God ‘I'hat once calmed the storm on the sea. 1t came like the praver at the tomb Of Lazarus. in Bethany of ola; When out of the mantle of gloom The sun burst in gleamings of gold. She beged but to kiss him again; And then into life all alone She'd go with her burden of pain, To think of a star that once shone And had set in carnage and strife, In the dark horizon of war; ‘The star of her hope and her life Thut once beamed so sottly afar, 8he kissed h im—her iover awoke, Aroused by that love-breathing kiss, While over the heavens there broke Reflections of her ecstatic blisc. The violets open their eyes While spring blew a balmier breath; The angels looked down in surprise That love is the conqueror of aeath, A e She Cured Her Loneso Savannah News: Juackson Palmer and Ella Anderson, a colored couple,marched into Justice Rnssell's oflice last evening, the damsel lesding the sheepish-looking Jackson by the hand. Approaching the rather bewildered justice, she produced an oflicial looking paper that proved to be & marriage license, und thrusting it into his hands, began ch strings, as she sad: **) mity lonesum dis las' yeah an wanted a man a heap. I dun cotehed dis heah nigger, and we's gwine to get nj ried. Dis is de fust tim to sich a place as dis he you to fix up the ratifuxions.” Justice Russell's eyes opened wide, but he took in the situation and with the biggest grace imaginable, performed the cer mory, after which the smiling couple walked down the street, hand in hand, each casting terribie big sheep’s eyes at the other. negs. 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