Bemorraic atc
Bellefonte, Pa., Nov. 9, 1900.
OCTOBER.
No clouds are in the morning sky,
The vapors hug the stream—
Who says that life and love can die
In all this northern gleam?
At every turn the maples burn,
The quail is whistling free,
The partridge whirs, and the frosted burrs
Are dropping for you and me,
Ho, hilly ho! heigh O!
Hilly ho!
In the clear October morning.
Along our path the woods are bold,
And glow with ripe desire ;
The yellow chestnut showers its gold,
The sumachs spread their fire ;
The breezes feel as crisp as steel,
The buckwheat tops are red,
Then down the lane, love, scurry again,
And over the stubble tread.
Ho, hilly ho! heigh O!
Hilly bio!
In the clear October morning.
—E. C. Steadman.
TO THE TWELFTH
BACK.
FLOOR AND
The Atlantis was not a very large build-
ing. It was tall and very narrow, and
contained about forty business tenants all
told. Facetious people called it the Fran-
cis chimney, but its rooms were always in
demand, and by a superior class of ten-
ants.
Among the denizens of the block was
Mr. George Francis Garvin, whose bright
new door sign appeared facing the solitary
elevator shaft on the eleventh floor. If
Mr. Garvin's sign could be believed he was
a broker, bat there was little proof of the
fact besides his sign. His office furniture
and rugs were painfully new ; his type-
writer had scarcely been seen outside of its
metal covering, and the handsome file
cases ahount his desk were as empty as when
they left the cabinetmaker.
The fact is, Mr. George Francis Garvin,
aged 28, had quite settled down to busi-
ness, and was now in the expectant and
receptive stage. He was not looking for
business with any great amount of zeal, but
his door was open and he was on hand and
prepared to answer all demands.
This particular morning he reached the
Atlantis bright and early, to resume his
vigil in the very new office on the eleventh
floor.
*‘Good mornin’, sir,”’ said Jamie Doyle,
the elevator hoy, as George stepped into
the waiting car.
‘Good morning, Jamie,’’ said the broker
in his pleasant voice. He had a wonder-
ful way with him with children and dogs,
and something in his tone encouraged
Jamie,
“‘We’re havin’ a lot of trouble at home,
sir,” he said. ‘‘Father’s off again, an’ I
was lookin for him half the night. I'd be
lookin’ for him now if it wasn’t for losin,
me job, Th’ longershe stays away, the
worse he gets. The last time he stayed
till he bad the tremmins. And mother’s
sick abed, an’ Katie’s jest gettin’ over the
fever,” 113 ended his dismal statement
with a sniff. i
“heey Lad.’ sald George Garvin.
“Can’t you find a substitute ?’’
“No,” replied the boy. “I wouldn’t
dare to. Mr. Abbott’s down on me now
for bein’ late twice on father’s account.
If he saw a strange boy here in my place
he’d fire me, sare.’’ pa
They had reached the eleventh floor.
‘‘Here,’” said George, ‘I guess I'll go
down with you again. He looked at the
boy as he descended. He was a neat boy
and a clean one. He was pale and hag-
gared this morning and his eyes were red,
and his hands trembled. Evidently a
nervous boy, whom the rough world hadn’t
quite toughened.
‘‘How long do you think it will take
you to find your estimable parent?”
George asked.
‘No time at all,”’ said the boy, eagerly.
‘“There ain’t hut a few more places to
look.”?
‘‘Go and look for him,’’ said George.
¢1'11 take your place.”
“You!” cried the hoy.
bott 2’
“I'll attend to him too,’’ said George.
‘Don't worry about that. Run along.’”’
‘*Are you sure you know how ?’’ queried
the hoy, anxiously.
‘‘Quite sure,’’ said George.
trial trip and prove it.”
back the hoy was gone.
It wasn’t difficult to run the Atlantis ele-
vator, You waited just two minutes by
the big clock over the entrance on the
ground floor, and then made the ascent to
the twelfth floor. At the twelfth you
made no wait,
George knew the time table and handled
the car as skillfully as Jamie could have
done. He was determined the boy should
not fall into disgrace on his account.
When the tenants began to come in he
exerted himself to catch the directions they
gave him. They stared hard at the per-
fectly dressed summer young man, but he
he was a newcomer and nobody seemed to
know him. Even John Armstrong, the
dealer in iron oars on the fourth floor,
whom he had met several times, though
not in the Atlantis, failed to recognize
him. But then he was absorbed in a busi-
ness talk with a man who had entered
with him, and he hadn’t eyes for George.
The young broker breathed easier when
the ore dealer left the car.
When he descended to the ground floor
he found the agent of the building wait-
ing to take the upward journey. The
agent stared at him.
“But Mr. Ab-
“I'l take a
When he came
‘*How’s this?’’ he asked. ‘‘Where's
the boy 2?
‘/Can’t say. I'm sure,’’ replied George,
with muoch calmness. ‘‘He was called
away by a sudden domestic affliction.
Going up ?”’
The agent stepped into the car and the
iron door clicked behind him. He was a
short man aud quite stout, and he had a
red face. He grew redder as he stared at
George. : :
‘‘See here.’”’ he said, ‘‘this won’t do.
You are Mr. Garvin, aren’t you ?’’
“Twelfth floor,”’said George; ‘all out.”
He looked hard at the pompous little
agent. ‘‘Going down?’ he asked, and
pulled the descending cord.
‘Mr. Garvin,”’ said the agent, ‘‘youn
ought to understand that we can’t have
our employes interfered with in this man-
You arg evidently ‘trying to shield |
ner.
the boy. It won’t do. I told him that
- the next time he absented himself from his
post he would: be discharged without furth-
er notice. By your ill-considered action
you have simply helped deprive him of his
position.” ’
“Ground floor,”’ announced George; ‘‘all
out.” He unlatched the iron door and
pushed it open. ‘“‘Going up?’ he asked,
as he turned and looked at the agent.
“Mr. Garvin,” said the latter, with
but at once returned. |
dramatic earnestness, ‘‘I must request yon
to leave this building when your month is
up. I will gladly refund the rent you
have advanced if you will leave at
once.”
““Couldn’t think of it,”’ said George ;
“not even to oblige you, Mr. Abbott.
No, I mean to stay—and the boy will stay,
too. ‘Twelfth floor. Going down?’
The short man fumed.
‘Why, confound it, sir,”’ he cried, ‘‘vou
talk as if you owned this building.”
‘“Why not ?”’ asked George, the impert-
urbable.
The agent stared at him and drew back
a little. ““What do you mean?’ he
cried.
‘“You get your authority here from At-
torney Jethro Browning,’’ said George,
without looking at him ; and Attorney
Browning acts as a trustee for the Francis
estate.”’
*“Yes,”” said the agent sharply. ‘‘What
of that?”
“I am the Francis estate,’’ said George
Francis Garvin, mildly. ‘‘Ground floor ;
all out.”
This time the agent heeded the announc-
ment and stepped from the car. His florid
face was pale. He tried to speak.
*“The boy stays?’’ asked George, with
the slightest interrogative inflection.”
*“The boy stays,’’ replied the agent.
“Good morning,” said George, polite-
ly.
y As the discomfited official passed through
the outer door a radiant vision entered.
It was Miss Mary Armstrong, in her new
summer attire,and Miss Mary was a lovely
girl and her attire was decidedly fetch-
ing.
As George saw her coming he stood a
little straighter.
“Fourth floor, please,’’ she said, as she
tripped into the car. Then she looked up
and recognized the new elevator man with
a little gasp.
But he paid no attention to her as he
latched the iron door and drew on the hoist-
ing ropes. He was the elevator man now.
Besides, it was this girl who had told him
he had no object in life;that he had no heart,
no sympathy. True, he had tantalized her
by his languid indifference, but her words
were unnecessarily hard. She had abruptly
parted from him with intentional coolness
and had not asked him to call again. And
she was the one girl in all the world whose
good opinion he valued most. He knew
that now. The fact that he had not seen
her for a whole week made this very clear.
What would she think of him now?
‘Would she think he was playing the buf-
foon? Anyway, he didn’t care.
“Fourth floor,’’ he said, and stopped the
car with beautiful exactness.
“Thirteenth, please,’ said Miss Mary,
with a touch of wonderment in her voice
that conveyed the impression that he must
have misunderstood her.
“Sorry,” said George, without looking
around, “but it’s against the rules to run
the elevator any higher than the roof.
**The twelfth will do,” said Miss Mary,
as if graciously yielding a disputed point.
Then she sweetly added ; “But I fear I
will have to report you for a lack of will-
ingness to oblige your patrons."
“I must eall your attention ma’am,”
said George, a little grufily, ‘‘to the fact
that patrons are requested not to converse
with the elevator boy while on duty. It
distracts his attention.””
‘Going down, please,” announced Miss
Mary. Then she gently murmured : “I
don’t suppose there is any rule against a
patron talking to herself, is there?’ He
did not answer. ‘‘I wonder why he is run:
ning an elevator,”’ she softly soliloquized.
‘‘I suppose it's because of a bet. Men al-
ways do queer things hecause of a het.
I wish it was for some other reason, for he
certainly runs it very well. I’ve no doubt
he could do many things if he tried. He
needs an honest friend to tell him so.”’
She paused, but George did not look
around.
“Ground floor; all out,”” he said, and
reached across as he pushed back the iron
door.
Miss Mary sat still.
And just then a boy ran in from the side
walk. His face was glowing, his breath
short. :
¢*Oh, Mr. Garvin,’’ he cried. Did you
have any trouble, and will I lose my
ob ?”?
‘Not a bit of trouble,’ said George, as
he stepped from the car, ‘‘and your job is
safe.”’ .
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Garvin,’’ cried the
grateful boy. ‘‘Ifound father very soon—
an’ jest in time to save him from th’ patrol.
An’ mother sends you her blessin’ sir.”
“Thank you,’ said George. ‘‘Your car
is waiting.’
“It was awful cheeky of me to let a
gentleman like you take my place,”’ fin-
ished the boy. ‘I didn’t think what I
was doin’ until afterwards, sir.”’
““That will do, Jamie,’’ said George, and
turned from him.
‘And then a vision of white suddenly
confronted him in the doorway of the
car.
“George,’’ said Miss Mary Armstrong.
It was the first time she had called him by
his first name. old friend that he was, and
she eouldn’t have said it more softly if she
had added ‘‘dear.”
He looked around at her, his face flush-
ing, and lifted his hat.
‘‘George,”’ she said, as she stepped to-
ward him, ‘I came down to ask papa to go
with me to luncheon—but I'd rather go
with you. Will you take me ?”’
He bent forward quickly and whispered
something that brought the red color to
her cheeks. ‘
*‘Goin’ up ?’’ called Master Jamie, as he
clicked the iron gate.
But they did not heed him.—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Food Instead of Medicine.
It scarcely seems fair to add to the seem-
ingly innumerable duties of the housewife
and the responsibility of guarding the
health of the family, yet with very slight
study of the subject, common, every day
ailments may often he avoided by a wise
choice in the diet.
Celery is said to be excellent for the ner-
vous system, and is also recommended as
a remedy for rheumatism and neuralgia.
It may be taken in the natural state or in
salads and soups. Of course, large quanti-
ties must be used to be effective.
For ciseases of the liver and kidneys,
spinnach and dandelion, served as cooked
salads, are considered simple but efficacious
remedies.
Onions, garlic and olives promote diges-
tion by stirring up the circulation system,
with consequent increase of the saliva and
gastric juice.
Raw onions superinduce sleep, and the
French are fond of onion soup for general
debility and stomach troubles.
And so on through the list of every day
ailments and every day diet. It is a sub-
ject well worth a little study on the part of
the home caterer, who has the well being
of her family at heart.
Geo. Ade, His Slangy Talk and Morals.
History of the Clever Humorist whose Contributions
are now Pleasing the Reading Public. How He
Arose to Fame.
Not since Mark Twain suddenly appear-
ed on the horizon as a humorist, 30 years
ago, has such a sensation been caused in
that field as Geo. Ade has made with his
satirical yet philosophical hooks written in
the up-to-date slang of the day. George
Ade is one of the unique and overshadow-
ing figures of the literary world to-day. A
man of the most retired nature, under-
valuing his work and underestimating his
ability, he has heen brought into prom-
inence almost like an unwilling school boy
being urged and encouraged and almost
pushed to make his first bow before an
audience. It would seem from personai
knowledge of his nature that if he could
possibly place the credit of his work on
another person he would feel happier and
more contented seeing the success of the
other man than he is now, receiving con-
gratulations from far and near on his own
success. In acknowledging a few words of
praise sent him by the writer, he wrote :
“I am just as proud and happy as if I de-
served all that I get.”
Geo. Ade was born in Kentland, Ind.,
Feb. 9th, 1866. His father was as long
ago as 1852 a banker, having his institu-
tion at Morocco, Ind. Mr. Ade in speak-
ing of this says that if he has any sense of
humor he must have inherited it, for there
in that town of Morocco, many miles from
a railroad and having but two houses, his
father called his institution “The Bank of
North America.” Mr. Geo. Ade had a
collegiate education at Purdue University,
Lafayette, Ind., and there went to work
ou a local Republican newspaper, which
had been established in 1887 to have a
long running start for the campaign of
1888. Before the nominations were made
Mr. Ade bad the honor of sitting up with
the paper the night it passed away. He
then successively tried more newspaper
work, the patent medicine business, and
again some newspaper work.
first part of this newspaper experience he
did city reporting, which brought him in-
to contact with all sorts of people under
all kinds of conditions, and it was in this
experience his observant mind and peculiar
analytical nature stored up the stock in
trade which made it possible for him to
write so knowingly of the weaknesses,
foibles and fancies of people generally as
he does in his ‘‘Fables in Slang.”’ So
vividly bas he portrayed human nature
that in reading these vou see pictures of
many people you know and frequently a
dim reflection of yourself; but, as is nat-
ural, your own reflection is only suggested,
Nhils other pictures stand out in bold re-
ief.
In the latter part of this newspaper ex-
perience he began to get himself noticed
by his clever work on a daily column of
stories which he ran regularly in the Chi-
cago Record, but in speaking of these Mr.
Ade says the fact that his column was
Placed next to that of Eugene Field's
elped to pull him into the attention of
the public. When he ran a few sketches
concerning a slangy man named Artie
Blanchard, Herbert 8. Stone, the Chicago
publisher, saw the merit of them and sug-
gested that they he put into hook form.
‘Artie’”’ was the result, and was kindly
received. Then ‘“Pink Marsh,” a series
of sketches in the dialect of a Northern
city negro, came out and was favorably re-
ceived. But the success of all his suc-
cesses was his ‘‘Fables in Slang,’’ publish-
ed a year ago. This had an enormous run
and was widely read and enjoyed.
Mr. Ade’s new book, ‘‘More Fables,” is
being published by Herbert S. Stone of
Chicago, and the first edition of 25,000 is
already exhausted. ‘‘The Fable of the
Corporation and the Mislaid Ambition,”
is here reproduced which is peculiarly
apropos to the conditions which now exist :
One of the Most Promising Boys in a
Graded School has a Burning Ambition to
be a Congressman. He loved Politics and
Oratory. When there was a Rally in
Town he would carry a Torch and listen
to the Spellbinder with his Mouth wide
open.
The Boy wanted to grow up and wear a
Black String Tie and a Bill Cody Hat and
walk stiff legged, with his vest unbuttoned
at the Top, and be Distinguished.
On Friday Afternoons he would go to
School with his Face serubbed to a shiny
pink and his Hair roached up on one side;
be would recite the Speeches of Patrick
Henry and Daniel Webster and make Ges-
tures.
When he Graduated from the High
School he delivered an Oration on ‘The
Duty of the Hour,’ calling on all young
Patriots to leap into the Arena and with
the Shield of Virtue quench the rising
Flood of Corruption. He said that the
curse of our times was the Greed for Wealth
and he pleaded for Unselfish Patriotism
among those in High Places.
He boarded at Home awhile without see-
ing a chance to jump into the Arena, and
finally his father worked a Pull and got him
a Job with a Steel Company. He proved to
be a Handy Young Man, and the Manager
gent him out with Contracts. He stopped
roaching his Hair: and he didn’t give the
Arena of Politics any serious Consideration
except when the Tariff on Steel was in
Danger.
In a little while he owned a few Shares,
and after that he became a Director. He
joined several Clubs and began to enjoy his
Food. He drank a Small Boutle with his
Luncheon each Day, and he couldn’t talk
Business until he held a Scotch High Ball
in his right Hand.
With the return of Prosperity and the
Formation of the Trusts and the Whoop in
all Stocks he made so much Money that he
was afraid to tell the Amount.
His Girth increased—he became puffy
under the Eyes—you could see the little
blue Veinsin his Nose.
He kept his name out of the Papers as
much as possible and he never gave Con-
gress a Thought except when he talked to
his Lawyer of the probable Manner in
which they would evade any Legislation
against Trusts. He took two Turkish Baths
every week and wore Silk Underwear.
When an Eminent Politician would come
to his Office to shake him down he would
send out word by the Boy in Buttons that
he had gone to Europe. That’s what he
thought of Politics.
One day, rammaging in a lower Drawer
in his Library looking for a hox of Poker
Chips, he came upon a roll of Manuscript
and wondered what it was. He opened it
and read how it was the Duty of all True
Americans to hop into the Arena and
struggle unselfishly for the General Good.
It came to him in a flash—this was his
High School Oration !
Then he suddenly remembered that for
several Years of his life his consuming am-
bition had been to go to Congress !
With a demonical Shriek he threw him-
self at full length on a Leather Couch and
began to laugh. ;
He rolled off the Sofa and tossed about
on a $1,200 Rug in a Paroxysm of Merri-
ment.
During the.
His man came into the Library and
found his Master in Convulsions. The
poor Trust Magnate was purple in the
Face.
They sent for a Great Specialist, who
said that his Dear Friend bad ruptured one
of the smaller Arteries and also narrowly
escaped death by Apoplexy.
He advised rest and quiet and the avoid-
ance of any Great Shock.
So they took the High Sehool Oration
and put it on ice, and the Magnate slowly
recovered and returned to his nine-course
Dinners.
Moral : Of all Sad Words of Tongue or
Pen, the Saddest are these, ‘‘It might have
een.
The President's Church
it Belongs to No Circuit and was Built ‘to Accom-
modate Strangers.
The Metropolitan Methodist Episcopal
church of Washington, D. C., known in
this administration as the ‘‘President’s
Chureh,” was organized in 1853. The
Methodist Bishops, under date of March
16th of that year, issued a circular strong-
ly advocating the erection of a house of
worship which should be national in char-
acter. It was decided that this church
should belong to no particular circuit; that
it should be built with funds collected
from every portion of the United States;
and that, in order to provide generous ac-
commodation for strangers, as many pews
as possible should be free.
The corner-stone was laid October 23rd,
1854, the address being made by Bishop
Simpson. But funds failed and war times
came on, so it was not dedicated until
March 7th, 1869, when its cost had reach-
ed $225,000. The church is a brown stone
structure, in the gothic style of architec-
ture. The main entrance is on C street.
Three doors lead from the vestibule to the
auditorium, which measures 64 feet by 85
feet. When completed it was considered
the finest church auditorium in the Dis-
trict of Columbia. Two of the pews were
purchased for $1,000 each by Mr. Thomas
Kelso. They were set apart for the Presi-
dent and the Chief Justice of the United
States. Other pews were purchased and
reserved by nearly all the Statesand Terri-
tories of the Union and by several of is
largest cities. Each pew bears the name
of the State or city to which it belongs,
and one is marked ‘‘Canada.’’ The seat-
ing capacity of the auditorium is 1,500.
Wide stairways lead. to the galleries, two
of which extend the entire length of the
auditorium, and in which many of the
pews are free.
The Hall of Fame.
The hall of fame, for whose memorial
panels 30 names have now been chosen,
stands on the western verge of the platean
at Morris Heights upon which have heen
erected the buildings of New York univer-
sity. The hall of fame is built in a semi-
circle, and has two stories. The lower
story cousists of a ball, along which may
be” ranged menioiials to the illustrious
dead. The second story is open construct-
ed with a colonnade. In the pavement at
intervals will be bronze tablets, each in-
scribed with a great name. Between the
columns will stands statues, with their
faces turned toward the west, says the
New York Tribune.
The corner for men of letters, according
to the present plans, will be at the ex-
treme right of the huilding as the beholder
approaches it from the valley below. Here
the colonnade joins the hall of langnages.
Here, too, will stand the images of Long-
fellow, Emerson, Irving and Hawthorne.
The other end joins the hall of Philos-
ophy, where men who have attained re-
nown in this realm of thought will be
memorialized.
The hall of fame is rapidly nearing com-
pletion, and workmen are now busily at
work on the roof. Along its ceiling they
are hanging at intervals handsome chan-
deliers, which. when lighted at night, will
shine out with brilliancy against the dark
back ground of the wr ods, and may be
seen by voyagers on the Hudson.
On the other side of the hall of Philos-
ophy is to be built the second hall of
fame, for these who have become Ameri-
cans by adoption. The new structure is
to be harmonious in architecture, and will
contain one-fifth of the space of the pres-
ent hall. .
Shot for Careless Spitting.
Soiled a Passing Citizen's Trousers and Got a Bullet
in His Throat. Will Die.
Robert Elkins, a shipping clerk employ-
ed by Borgstedt & Co., of 242 Wooster
street, New York, was shot and mortally
wounded Friday afternoon by a man whom
he accidentally spat tobacco juice upon.
The man who did the shooting was John
Sweet, 62 years old, a salesman at 221 West
Hoston street.
Elkins was on his knees on the sidewalk
in front of his store marking a case for ship-
ment. His back was turned toward Sweet
who was aporoaching from Fourth street.
As he finished his work of marking the
case Elkins turned his head and spat a
stream of tobacco juice which struck
Sweet's trousers and Sweet immediately lost
his temper and began to swear. That was
the first intimation Elkins had that the
other man was anywhere near him. He
did not know then that he had offended
the older man, so asked him what the
trouble was, and getting up from his knees
turned toward Sweet and looked up at him
exposing his own throat.
Sweet pulled out his revolver and made
that throat his target, shooting Elkins
without any further provocation. Sweet
then ran through Wooster street and up
Third street followed by a shouting mob of
clerks and truckmen.
John Kelly, a truckman, was leading the
pursuers. He was near the fugitive when
Sweet turned and fired at him. The bullet
grazed Kelly’s hat. That shot discouraged
the pursuers and Sweet ran on alone
through Third street to the Mercer street
police station. He went into the station
and surrendered himself with the statement
that he had just shot a man in self-defence.
He was taken a prisoner, to St. Vincent
hospital, where Elkins had been carried in
an ambulance, and Elkins identified him
as his assailant.
Alive Though Buried 10 Minutes.
Terrible Experience of a Scranton Lad Caught in
an Avalanche of Culm.
John Rorah, of Scranton, was buried
Saturday for over 10 minutes under ten
tons of culm at Austin Heights. He was
working at the base of an immense heap
when a great pile of the black dust rushed
down upon him burying him out of sight. '
There was danger of other avalanches,
but the werkmen, unmindful of this
shoveled with feverish speed until the boy
was unearthed. He was almost suffocated
and it was with difficulty he was revived.
It seemed to him that he had been under
the culm for an age, he said. :
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The Richest Women.
America Furnishes Four of the Six Usually Accorded
the Distinction of Possessing the Greatest Fortune.
There are six rich women who deserve
to be placed up near the top of thelist of
the world’s great millionaires. This is a
| really significant fact. . It was not so long
ago that women had no legal rights, and
therefore couldn’t hold property. Nowa-
days a woman may rejoice in having un-
disputed control of all her wealth. This is
something she owes to the much abused
legislatures. Even pagan countries nowa-
days concede her right to possess things.
Everyone knows who the world’s six
richest men are—{.i Hung Chang, John D.
Rockefeller, the young Duke of Westminis-
ter, Woh Qua. Cecil Rhodes and Albert
Beit—but it is doabtful if more than ten
persons can name the six women of the
world who are the queens of wealth. Here
they are and the total of their fortunes :
Senora Isidore Cousino..........cceeevnnnnnd $160,000,000
Hetty Green................ . 50,000,000
Miss Rothchilds
Heleu Gould..........
Miss Rockefeller.
Mrs. George Law 10,000,000
The fortune of Hetty Green is variously
estimated. She has been credited by one
authority with $56,000,000. The above
figure of $50,000,000 is probably approxi-
mately correct.
Isidora Cousino, of Santiago, Chili, heads
the list of enormously wealthy women.
She has hundred millions of dollars.
She is ‘“‘zetting on,” as folks say in this
country, in years, and although possibly
near the half century, is still remarkably
beautiful, and appears more youthful than
do many women who have spent their thir-
ty years in those gayeties which tend to
age them.
Her ancestors were amoung those who con-
quered the simple folks and who occupied
the great countries in our neighboring con-
tinent. The lust for gold was on them all
and it was sated. Her maiden name, and
this should be carefully written down. was
Goyenechea. For generations not only
her family, but that of her husband, had
owned vast tracts of land. In her father’s
lifetime, even the fortunes of the two latter
had increased, enormously in value. Mines
property and
wealth flowed upon them.
When her father died, Senora Cousina
then, as her father’s only child, inherited
all of his wealth. Her husband died a
short time afterwards, and with two great
estates to manage, Senora Cousino became
a business woman. She did wonderfully
well with her property, and maintains three
establishments at Santiago, Macnl and
Lota. The first is her town house and the
two latter are country estates.
Senora Cousina lives and spends her
money without regard to public opinion,
which, however, is not supposed to be
censorious in Chili, especially to one so
generous. She would think little of giv-
ing away a million to anyone she might
fancy.
She is fond of bright young men, and
has always about her a court of clever
youngsters. When the American fleet was
at Valparziso some years ago, she invited
Admiral Upshur and his officers to visit
her. She sent a special train for them.
They had a royal time, and the whole city
was at their disposal. They could pay for
nothing in shops or restaurants, and the
theaters were thrown open to them. Car-
riages and horses were likewise free; the
senora paid the bili.
Her houses are finer than any palaces
anywhere, and she is really a queen with-
out assuming to be one. Her coal lands
aloue pay her $80,000 a moiith; or nearly a
million a year.
Miss Helen Gould possesser a fortune so
large that she is unable to figure how large
it is. She lives in solemn. grandeur in a
magnificent house in Fifth avenue in New
York. The residence is magnificently fur-
nished, and a big conservatory is one of
the features. An army of servants preside
over the establishment. and a French chef
looks out for the toothsome dainties for Miss
Gould. The money she posseses was made
in the railroad business.
Miss Gould is a student, and a business
woman as well. She is fond of clever per-
sons and the receptions she and her young-
est brother, Frank, give are a feature of
Gotham society. She is a Greek and Latin
scholar, versed in law and a skilfull hand
at embroidery.
Charity is with her almost a hobby, and
a large part of her great income is devoted
to. charitable work and the alleviation of
the woes of the unfortunate.
Few Americans living abroad are as
popular as the beautiful Mrs. George Law
who makes her home in Paris, Nice and
London, according to the social seasons.
She possesses indisputably mere money in
her own right than any women in French
society. Her house in Paris is a marvel in
elegance and is the scene of many lavish
entertainments. Every day is a gala one
with her, and every notable person in the
country worth knowing has been her guest.
She is a great patron of the arts, and has
brought many a struggling artist or writer
to the front. i
In appearance she is very prepossessing,
tall and with a fine figure.
Hetty Green, the: richest woman in the
United States, though over 60 years of age,
is as spry as a young girl. In fact, her vi-
tality counts in a measure for her success
in handling her vast properties. Of Quak-
er stock, she was born in Rhode Island.
Her $50,000,000 more or less was largely
inherited, although by her .own shrewd
methods she added much to it. ;
She believes now, and bas for years, in
fact, that she is being robbed. If it’s not
asuit against the executors of a will, it’s
an action against some big railroad com-
pany. She seems to be fond of litigation,
which must cost her an enormous sum
every year. A son and daughter will in-
herit her money. Her husband is never
much in evidence as he is a sort of invalid
and likes the quiet retirement of an easy
chair and something to read. So
For many years Mrs. Green has attired
herself in a plainly made black dress and
a faded bonnet to match.. Thus armed she
could go to a trust company, draw $1,000,-
000 in $10,000 bills and carry it in an old
satchel without the slightest fear of heing
robbed. :
Her daughter, Sylvia, is a good looking
young woman with a great deal of common
sense. She has been courted a great deal |
by ambitious young men, but has cared for
{| none of them. Mrs. Green some time ago
announced that the successful man must he
poor but honest, and as a result about 500
applications for preferment were received.
by her. It is needless to add that none of
them received any encouragement to speak
of, | ; a
Hetty Green lives so simply and does so
many queer things that she is now regard-
ed as eccentric. She washes her handker-
chiefs and makes a cup of tea over.the gas
if she likes, and above all hates to be'stared
at, Her ‘meals are ' taken at some dairy
restaurant, and she never goes to any place
of amusement. ‘Her "life is one long busi-
mess tangle apparently, and if her great
1
‘ceived internal injnries from the fall.
wealth brings her happiness, she doesn’t
seem to show it.
The talented young woman of this sex-
tet is Miss Rockefeller, who is a brilliant
musician. She can play anvthing from an
accordion to a piano but the harp is her
favorite. Miss Rockefeller has recently
entered society, but she does not let her
fondness for the gay world interfere with
her Christian daties, and with all of her
many engagements finds time for a great
deal of church work.
Miss Rothehilds, whose very name is a
synonym for wealth. is a member of the
great European family of Rothchilds. Vil-
lage after village is owned by her. Al-
though, of course, she has hundreds of
agents to collet her rents and look after
her property she is a thorough business
woman and spends two or three hours ev-
ery day in going over her accounts with
her head stewards.
Sheis up todate, too, and has seen much
of the world.
Miss Rothchilds is generous toa fault
and the sums which she gives to char-
ity are almost. too fabulous to be credi-
e.
It has been said that the rich woman is a
troubled woman, but this is hardly true of
any of the above mentioned ladies. All
have wealth untold, and all are happy in
the bappinsss which their wealth brings to
others less fortunate by their kind deeds.
and generous gifts.
The Famous Asphalt Lake.
Asphalt is being dug out of the famous
tar lake of Trinidad—the most notable ex-
isting source of the material in the world
—at the rate of eighty thousand tons per
annum. There are still four and a half
million tons in sight, but at this rate the
supply could not last long, were it not that
the lake of bitumen referred to is receiving
a constant accretion from the howels of
the earth. This accretion is reckoned as
amounting to ahout twenty thousand tons
yearly, and would suffice to restore the
lake to its original condition if it were
allowed to remain undisturbed for a few
years.
This wonderful lake of pitch has an area
of one hundred and fourteen acres,
and recent soundings made in the mid-
dle of it have shown its depth to be one
hundred and thirty-five feet in that part.
Near the centre it is semi-liquid and bub-
bling but elsewhere it has so hard a sur-
face that a man on horseback can ride over
it without ddnger of breaking through the
crust. Scattered over its surface are a
number of small islands which have no
proper roots in the earth, so to speak, but
are composed merely of accumulations of
soil, though trees of considerable size grow
on some of them. These islands are not
stationary, but are carried slowly from
place to place by the movements of the
lake. Now and then one of them is en-
tirely engulfed. —Saturday Evening Post.
A Death-Like Sleep.
A Woman Forty-Eight Hours in a Trance, Cold as if
Dead.
Mrs. Jobn S. Strike, of Shippensburg,
the woman who fell suddenly into a state
of coma on Sunday evening, continues al-
most in the same condition as when she
was supposed to have died, and her case is
exciting widespread interest. To all out-
ward appearances she is dead, and the ex-
istence of life can only be detected by a
skilled physician.
The attending physician, Tuesday even-
ing found that her pulse, though almost
indiscernable, made eighty beats, and that
her feet were warm while the remainder of
her body remains cold. At seven o'clock
Tuesday evening it was forty-eight hours
since she entered this state, and the first
twelve hours doring Sunday night she lay
on the cooling board prepared for burial.
Another marked feature is that there are:
more indications of life in the evening
than during the early hours of the day.
Tuesday afternoon she was heard slightly
breathing for a few moments, and her eye-
balls moved, but it is thought to have been
a contraction of the muscles. There has
been no change in her condition since
Monday evening, except the temperature
of the body seems to have grown slightly
warmer.
She is a woman about 70 years of age,
wage comparatively an invalid for a number
of years, hut was able to walk around un-
til Saturday evening, and was on her feet
when she fell into a trance Sunday even-
ing. It is the most remarkable case known
in that section, and is being carefully
watched, and developments are anxious-
ly waited.
Starved to Death.
A Fisherman Perishes on an Alashan island— Would’
Not Kiil His Faithful Dog.
On Unimak island, which guards one of
the entrances ‘o the Behring sea, a rude-
mound of rocks marks the last resting place
of Charles William Anderson, sailor, fisher-
man and hunter.
Anderson starved to death on the bleak.
and barren island waiting for friends who
deserted him. He died on June 19th, 1899:
and his skeleton in his bank and his diary
beside it were found by two “hunters who-
were driven on the island during a
storm.
The diary was addressed to Andrew
Goswald, of Unga, who arrived here a:
few days ago with his friend’s last writ-
ings.
vera vessels passed by his island pris--
on, the pathetic records read, but none-
saw Anderson’s flag of distress. Once a
vessel was becalmed elose to the shore, and
he tried ' to reach it, but he had not the
strength left tolauneh his little boat. ' His-
legs had failed him, and he could only pull
himself along by his elbows. iiseate Ae
He ‘deliberated on shooting his dog;
Dempsey, but ke could not get up enough
courage to slay his faithful friend. ‘‘He'
brought seals to me t!..ough breakers,’’ he
wrote, ‘‘and I fed hi . us.long as I could.”
Finally the dog di~appeared. :
The diary records the terrible sufferings
of Anderson from thirst, and his expedi-
tions after water. The last entry says ::
“June 19th, now I must go for water
again. Iam more afraid this time than
before. But with God’s help I may conie’
back again. I would not like to die out--
side. But God’s will be done.”’
He had his wish, for he returned and.
died in his bunk.
Hazing Caused His Death.
Thomas Finlay Brown, 12 years, is dead’
from injuries received while being hazed
at the Porter Military Academy near
Charleston, 8. €. Brown was new at the
academy and the older boys following their
former eustom,dropped him into a cement-
ed swimming basin twelve feet deep. The-
‘basin was dry at the time and the lad ge
fore he died he did not give the names of
the cadets who had ill-treated him and it =
is said no action will. be taken in the mat--
ter. ‘