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'-'"' I" H6ES 9 TO I6,"
He Might be as Well Fixed Finan
cially as Our Own Jay Gould,
An Interesting Description of His Grand
Canton Establishment. ,
CANTON, China,
January 3L I visit-
cd this afternoon the
Yanderbiltof China.
He is a relative of the
Chinese Minister at
Washington, and his
grandfather died less
than a generation ago,
leaving an estate
worth fifty million
hard gold dollars.
His name is How
Qua, and he has acres
of houses in the busi
est part of Canton,
His own residence oc-
Yum Yum. cupics the site of a
food sized farm, and tie has diamonds and
pearls by the cupful. Oue of his diamonds,
a ring which cost S 0,000, was sent to En
gland to be sold not long aso, and it is
probably now in the jewel casket of one of
the monarch? of Europe. He has planta
tions of rice fields and many acres of the
choicest tea gardens. His money is well
invested, and he would approach the wealth
of Jay Gould were it cot thit the officials
every now and then come down upon him
fit $51 St. - Lr '111
rliCH chinaman at home.
for a gift of from 510,000 to 100,000, and he
dare not refuse.
This rich man is now 40 years old, though
he does not look over 35. He is a typical
Chinaman of the literary class, has a broad,
high forehead, thin, yellow cheeks,and eyes
that shine as brightly as his choicest dia
monds. His hair is like jet and his cue
reaches to his ankles. He w as dressed in
silks and furs when he received me and he
had a tight, round, black, silk skull cap on
the top of his head. He shook his own
bands before his breast in Chinese saluta
tion when our American Consul, Mr. Sey
mour, introduced me to him, and then he
reached out his long-nailed finders and
grasped my hands a-la-Americsl
Through n Wilderness of Buildings.
It was in his grand residence on the banks
of the Peail river, in the heart of Canton.
"We walked through a wilderness of build
ings devoted to the servants and relatives of
the family before we came to the reception
room. How Qua supports about 400 of his
Blind Beggars of Canlcn.
poorer relatives and when a man makes a
fortune in China his clan settles down upon
him. In the various courts ell kinds of
work seems to be .going on. Here servants
wcie cleaning the fish for the family.
There rice was being ground into flour
and dried in great baskets, and just next
the reception, room we heard the buzzing
of babel. It was How Qua'i children be
ing taught by their tutor, and like all
Chinese-children, they studied out loud.siug
ing their lessons out at the tops of their voices.
Now and then the sharp clapper of the ruler
could be -heard when one ot the boys made a
mistake, and the lather told me he in
tended to have his boys educated at the
Hong Kong foreign college and to finish
them off in America and England. He
talked English himself and he is among the
progressive of the Chinese.
Ab wc sat and chatted the choicest of For
mosa tea was brought in,the leaves of which
were. Ijudge, worth about $20 a pound, and
we seated ourselves in black ebony chairs,
which in couples were ranged on the siner
of small tables and sipped the tea from cov
ered China cups without saucers. There arc
no easy chairs in the Cninese gentleman's
house, aud this palace iu China had uucar
peted floors of stone, and its walls between
the rooms were of colored glass framed in
ebony. Some of the curious shaped panels
had pictures painted on them by Chinese
artists, and the effect of the whole was the
finish of a fancv store room yet unoccupied
rather than 'that of a comfortable home.
Some of the finest rooms looked out upon
a little lake ot lotus plants ot perhaps
an asre in extent, and there were
glass-covered corridors which ran around
this The ohait. tat- against the wall and
fbeir unbending tacks were straight ap and
down. There were no cozy nooks such as
you find in our American homes and the
oft tints ofonrfsmilv life mr T-nt'fonn.1
in the picture. Nearly every room con taint 3 I
an American clock and some were hung
with glass chandeliers, I went into his
mother s bedroom, the best in the house, I
doubt not, and where How Qua pointed,
as he said, there my mamma sleeps was a
platform between four posts which was
covered with straw matting.and upon which
was a piece of porcelain of about the shape
and sire of a 5-cent loaf of bread, and this
was the pillow of this rich Chinese lady.
Children Ever Dntlful.
In no country in the world have mothers
more power than in China, and in no place
is filial affection more shown. How Qua,
though 19 years old, obeys his mother as
well as when he was 10, and he would not
think of going out at night without asking
her permission. Not long ago he was in
vited to our consulate for dinner. He re
plied: "I would like to come, but I cannot
tell till I ask my mamma." Still, How
Qua is nearly SO and his mother 69.
The Chinese mother selects the bride for
her son, and How Qua during this visit
seemed much prouder of his mother than
his wife. He introduced us to the old
lady, who was sitting in a chair wrapped
up in furs and powdered and painted. Her
seat looked out upon her flower garden, and
she had two maids beside her. Upon her
cloth cap was a great button of diamonds as
large as the biggest full-blown rose and of
about the same shape. It wasnade of nu
merous stones, and the central one wa- as
large as the egg of a robin.
Pearls hung in her ears and what t inter
ested us most were the "golden lilies,"
which shone out beneath her embroidered
petticoat. '"Golden lilies" is the Chinese
expression for the smallest of ladies' feet,
and Madam How Qna had shoes not more
more than two inches in diameter. Their
soles were round rather than oblong and
their tops were embroidered in silver and
silk. They were so small that she could not
walk alone and this old lady who has for
years, controlled a fortune greater than that
possessed by Miss Mary Garrett, or Mrs.
Mark Hopkins, cannot move from one room
to another without the assistance of her
Chinese Gastronomicnl Delicacies.
Canton is of about the size of Paris or
If ew York, and it is one of the best of places
to study Chinese gastronomy. The res
taurants here have birds' nest soup at ?5 a
plate, and I bought a rat which was salted,
pressed and dried yesterday for 5 cents. I
doubt not the price was five times too high,
for the rat was the smallest on the string
which hung in the butcher shop. It lies
before me as I write. It measures a foot
from nose to tail, and it looks a little bit
like a piece of dried pork. It has been
skinned even to the tail. Its legs are cut
off and the liver and heart are pressed in
side of it It smells like salt meat, and it
looks as though it would make the center of
a good sandwich. I propose to send it to
the Gridiron or Clover Club as a sample of
Chinese gastronomy. In this same shop I
saw cooked cats, and I visited yesterday a
cat and dog meat restaurant. Carcasses of
small dogs, which looked not unlike clean
suckling pigs, hung from hooks abont a
low, dark room, and these, in most in
stances, had a tuft of hair left on the tip
of the tail. This hair was black, for
black dog's meat is worth more than that of
the yellow dog and blacE qat's flesh costs
here 10 cents a plate.
Just below these dogs, and next to the
street, were two clay bowls filled with burn
ing charcoal and upon these wa9 stewing the
flesh of dogs and cats. In little cages on
the floor were a number of live cats ready to
be killed and cooked to order, and I saw
this afternoon a peddler showing a- cat to a
woman in one of the narrow streets of Can
ton. The woman was examining the cat's
teeth in order to know its age. and she felt
of its body as though it were a rabbit.
There were about a dozen Chinamen dining
in this dog aud cat restaurant, -and a good
dinner costs on an average 15 cents.
Fish Cleaned Before Killing.
The Chinese, however, have as good mar
kets as yon will find anywhere in the world.
I have never seen a greater variety of fruits
"and vegetables anywhere than in Peking,
Shanghai aud Canton. The mutton of the
North is finer than that of England, and the
game is of the choicest. Pish are always
told alive, and you sec tubs of living fish at
every Cantonese market staud. The market
man takes the squirming fish from the water
and cleans it while it gasps. He holds its
wiggling tail and cuts slices of quivering
flesh from its sides to sell, and he is cruel
here as everywhere. All kinds of dried fish
are sold, and among the common articles of
food are dried ducks, pressed and salted.
These hang up everywhere, and I see
smoked sheep's heads, "dried oysters 6trung
on strings, and dried clams.
The Chinese frnits are especially fine, and
they have oranges, bananas, plums, pears
and persimmons which would make your
mouth water. Canton sends thousands of
dollars of sweetmeats to America yearly,and
their preserved ginger is sought by the gas
tronomes of the world. The Chinese them
selves are great caters. Cookshops for the
rich and poor are found everywheit, and a
big Chinese dinner sometimes has 100
courses. Mi. Denby, the American Minis
ter at Peking, when received by the Viceroy
at Canton, was given a dinner of 65 courses,
and he smacks his lips when he discourses
upon the delicacy of shark's fins and bird's
nest soup.
The Blind Be-cnrs of Canton.
There are thousands ot blind beggars here
in Canton, 'arAMn going through the city
to-day I saw at least 300 of all ages and
sexes. They went in groups of six and
eight in single file, and the leader could
see just enough to get along. " The others
held on to one another's clothes and all,
from decrepit old women to little blind
boy&j held out little flat round baskets, and,
turning up their sightless eyes, asked for
alms in piteous tones. These blind beggars
come from the blind asylum of Canton.
They go out daily to beg through the city
and they stand in front of the shop until its
owner pays them to go away. They barely
get more than the tenlh of a cent from a
single man, and inasmuch as the asylum
furnishes them but little food they are pale,
thin and pitifully ragged.
The sackcloth in which the beggar of
China is usually clad is of the coarsest
coffee sacking. He is dirty and loathsome
to an extreme, and I would as soon think
of touching a smallpox patient or a leper
as one of these beggars.
Three Interesting Events.
The foreign colonies n Asia are now dis
cussing the three American weddings of
this winter. Pretty American girls are as
much in demand here as in London, and
Mr. Seymour's daughter is to be married in
about a month to the manager of the big
house of Jardine. Mathieson & Co., Mr.
MacHaffin, a young Scotchman, who has
lived some years in China. Jardine.Mathie
son & Co. is the wealthiest of the foreign
firms in China, and Jardine .has buildings
at Shanghai which rent for 52,000 a year.
The company have large establishments for
both residence and business, and Miss Sey
mour will preside over a big establishment
at Canton. Colonel Denby's daughter, who
was very popular among the foreign lega
tions at Peking, is to be married in March
to the grandson of Admiral Wilkes. The
wedding is to take place in America, and
Miss Denby is now in the United States.
The other wedding was that of the daugh
ter of the Consul at Ningpo. It was cele
brated the last of November and the wed
ding was a large one.
Frank G. Cabpenteb.
A Wonderful Tale of an Ignorant Cossack's
Narrow Escape.
London Tlmes.l
"When Pezon, the lion tamer, was at Mos
cow with his menagerie, he had occasion to
employ a moujik, a fine specimen of a Cos
sack, to clean out the cages of the wild
beasts. The Cossack did not understand -a
word of French, and the terms of the contract
were settled in dumb show. By way of in
structing him in his new duties Pezon went
through a sort of pantomime with the broom,
sponge and water bucket. The moujik
watched him closely and appeared fully
to understand the details of the lesson
Next morning, armed with a broom, a
bucket and a sponge, he opened the first
cage he came to and quietly stepped in, as
he had seen his master step on the previous
day into two cages of harmless brutes, but
this one happened to be tenanted by a
splendid but untamed tiger, that lay
stretched on the floot fast asleep. At the
noise made by opening and closing the door
the creatnre raised its head and turned its
green eyes full on the man, who, all uncon
scious of his danger.stood in the corner dip
ping his big sponge into the bucket.
At that moment Pezon came out of his
caravan and was struck dumb bv the terri
ble sight that met his gaze. What could
he do to warn the man of his danger? A
sound, a movement on his part might en
rage the great beast and hasten its attack
on the defenseless Cossack. So Pezon stood
awaiting developments, ready to rush to
the scene when the crisis came. The mou
jik, sponge in hand coolly approached the
tiger and made ready to rub him downwith
the stolidity of a military bootblack polish
ing his captain's boots. The sudden appli
cation of cold water to its hide evidently
produced a very agreeable effect on the
tiger, for it began to purr, stretched out its
paws, rolled over on its back, and com
placently offered every part of its body to
the vigorous treatment of the moujik, who
went on scrubbing with might and main.
All the while Pezon stood there with his
eyes wide open and as if nailed to the spot.
When he had finished his job, the Cossack
left the cage as quietly as he had entered it,
and it required the most energetic and ex
pressive gestures on the part of the lion
tamer to prevent his repeating the experi
ment on a second wild beast.
The Story of Admiral Ternan and His
Fnmons Gros-Grain Coat.
American Notes and QuerleM
The word gros-grain, as applied to heavy
silks, is a well-known word in commercial
circles, but it is not generally understood
that there is a direct connection between
this word and "grog," which is the sailor's
name for a mixture of rum and water. The
facts are as follows: Edward Vernon, of the
old Staffordshire house of that name, was
put by his father, who was Secretary of State
to William and Mary, into the British
Navy, and after distinguishing himself
under Sir George ilooke and Sir Charles
Wager, both in the West Indies and the
Mediterranean, and rising to the rank of
Bear Admiral, he was suddenly appointed
Vice Admiral of the Blue, while a member
of Parliament from Penryn, near Fal
mouth, and selected to command the great
expedition which was sent out in 1739 to
break up the power of Spain in the Carib
bean and the Gulf of Mexico. He attacked
Porto Bello on November 20 in that year,
and after a furious engagement, which
lasted two days, took, the place with all
its treasures and munitions of war and
two Spanish line-of-battle ships. A num
ber Of American colonial troops served
under him, and the great victory made him
as popular in American colonies as in
The seat on the Potomac,afterward owned
and occupied by Washincton, was named
Mount Vernon lnhonor of him. He after
ward quarreled with the Government and
was struck from the list of the navy, as wns
alleged, for his too great severity toward
his men, though really because of his too
small respect for the Lords of the Admi
ralty. In the British Navy he was adored
as the chief who first ordered rum and water
to be regularly served out to the crew of
his squadron. He began this practice on
board of his own ship, the Bedford, his
flagship at the capture of Porto Bello, and
as he had acquired the nickname of "Old
Grog" from this habit of walking the
quarter-deck in the "grogram" cloak, this
endearing epithet was bestowed by Jack
Tar on the new beverage. "Grogram" was
the English corruption of "gros-grain,"
the name given in Prance to a heavy stuff
of silk and wool with a rough knotted sur
face, the. same name that now is given to
heavy silk.
A Demoralizing Accident.
Park I?oliceman Git back hero! What's
the trouble ?
Small Athlete Please, sir, that Nor-
regian trickskatcr's got his foot in his coat
joefcet, an' tor can't git it ont. ruck.
3 t y
Is fiudely Shocked by the Alertness
With Which Phil Armonr
The Wanton Extravagance of Western
Agriculturists Alone
7, 1889. Coming
here as I did, from
New York, I was
agreeably surprised
to note the cultiva
tion and refinement,
one sees here at the
most unexpected"
moments. I came to
Chicago (from the
East) fearing that I
would be shocked
and pained almost
constantly by the
rudeness and igno
rance of the masses.
And I hate to be
shocked. I have been reared so carefully
that a few shocks would be fatal to me.
Our people were extremely refined and high
strung. Several of my ancestors drove
their own teams and hauled freishtfrom
the depot. We are a haughty race, and
when irritated would fight for our honor or
anything else that presented itself.
The Nyes extend back into the past for
hundreds of years. They have occupied
every position of trust all over the pages of
the grocery history of their country. We
will not brook an ufjront, aud the man who
looks askance at us, may be fouud on the
following day carefully looking over his
vitals, removing sand from them, and trying
to replace them in their former position on
the programme.
And so I was pleased as a child when I
entered this rough Western town, so far re
moved from the great thought emporiums
and brain works of the thinkful and tidy
East, and found so much real merit, so
much that we are lond of in the East, yet
hardly expect to find so far west, where
everything is, ohl so crude, and oh! so
Among other things I brought my pa
jamas with me and a finger bowl. I did not
think I would find any finger bowls out
here, and I must have 'my finger bowl or I
sicken and fade away. There are some real
good stores here, and Eastern people who
may be hesitating about coming here be
cause there is no good place .to trade, need
not hesitate any longer.
Kyt's Pleasure at Seeing a Finger Bowl.
Societv here, too, is good. It is so good
that, so far, I have not been pressed to enter
it much, and so I can see that it is not so
mixed as I have been told it was at home.
Michigan avenue is a beautiful street
Max O'Kell says it reminds him of the
Bois de Boulogne. That is just what it re
minds me of, but I never could think what
it was till he spoke of it. At first I thought
it was the Champs Elysees that it reminded
me of. It is a much more desirable street
for walkine purposes than the Kue de Boil
er or the Bois de Westside.
The Chicago river is one of the most des
olate and arid streams I have evePobserved.
It has the same soiled and troubled bosom
that one sometimes sees in the lower walks
of life, and it moves very, oh, so very delib
erately, like a man going to the train to
meet his wife's mother, knowing that she
does not approve ot him.
Two million three hundred and eighty
two thousand cows were made widows here
last year. Five thousand pigs per day also
bite the dust, after having emitted a piercing
shriek. One sees the pis gay, frolicsome,
and with lite before him. Anon we find'
him cold in death. His chest has a large
hole in it, and a big, big chip gives his
mouth a hard, set look. It is awful. And
yet to see Mr. Armour there with his.sleeves
tucked up above his dimpled elbows and
'the tips ot his red flannels just showing
roguishly beneath, you would find it heard
to say in your heart, "Here is a cold, cruel
man." He flits here and there among the
workmen, looking now nt the breastbone of
a Quincy shote to see if we will have an
open winter, and then going on to where he
is trying to keep up a cob fire under a hogs
head in which he is smoking some of his
justy celebrated hams.
"And are you fond of your work, Mr.
Armour?" I asked, as he began to pull out
the chin whiskers ot an adult hog. "Indeed
How a Sholc Gets HU Whiskers Singed.
1 am," he replied. "It seems almost like
play to me now. At first it made me very
tired, and I yearned for something more re
munerative, but it pays real well now. And
though I feel very weary at night as I get
home and put on my other "clothes, I am
sustained and soothed by the blessed assur
ance that at the end of the year I find that
I have made 53,000,000, and that is worth
making a sacrifice for.
"Of. course" it is pleasanter to write
thoughts for the paper and wear your good
clothes every day and call yourself literary,
than it is to assassinate hogs all day and go
homo smelling like a lard rendering recital,
but literature is not so remunerative. I am
therefore content. My lot may not be so
fragrant as yours, but it is not after all an
undesirable one."
He then buried his gleaming blade in the
watch pocket of a large ecru nog, and as he
began to unravel the digestive economy of
the poor brute I turned aside and hid my
face on the shoulder of a young'lady that
stood near by. I am brave ffcn in a great
'emergency, but when my houatr is not at
stake, my heart is just as tende as it can
I speak of Mr. Armour's works because it
is customary to do so. People who come to
Chicago from the East at once repair to the
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MARCH 10, 1889.
pork centers, and, having seen them, they
write a letter about the matter and go home.
Coming out of the establishment I met a
typical Yankee who had just been looking
over the modus operandi. He was carefully
concealing his surprise, and like a true
Yankee from "wav down East," he wouldn't
allow anybody to know that he hadn't been
used to seeing 3,000 hogs per day in the act
of going down to 5,000 untimely graves. I
asked hid what he thought of it, and he
said: "It was evidently a pooty busy day
there." Ho said they did things different
in Chicago lrom what they did in New
"Now, for instance here they don't study
economy as they do in our section. Take
farmers in the Northwest, too. They throw
away what would keep a Connecticut
farmer all year, i went up into Minnesota
the other day and saw in a day's ride 25,
000 worth ot reapers and mowers and wag
ons and tools standing out in the field all
winter, rusting and warping out bt shape, so
that they won't be worth anything, and yet
they wail about hard times. Why, we have
to learn economy where I live or starve to
death. For instance, I've got a neighbor
that lives iust back of Newport. His farm
'hasn't paid him for five years, but he
naa a streaK ot good men tnree-years ago.
The fox hunt wanted a chance to get drunk
and gallop across his farm. Ho said it
would ruin his crops and knock the paint
off the stone walls which he had erected to
keepliis boys on the farm."
"Well," says the fox tamers and anise
seed bag assassins, "what will it damage
you ? How much will you charge to let us
chase the pack in full cry across your
He allowed that $75 would be fair enough
for the privileges of the season, and so they
said that would be satisfactory. With this
sum he lived comfortably that year and the
next he raised them $10. He also charged
them with an old and arid cow whom they
scared into a drunkard's grave by means of
their wild, hoarse cries and general English
funny business costumes. Last year he
made the damage to the crops $95, though
he hasn't raised that much from the farm in
gross for six years. He also managed to
sell the fox hunters a balky horse which had
his neck broken indirectly" by the hark, the
meet, the whoop and the squawk of the imi
tation Englishmen who chased the fleeting
form of an old coon skin overcoat with
anise seed in the pockets, across his es
tates. Added to these amounts he received $7 50
for allowing an artist to paint the remark
''Slinks Handrake Pills" all over thehouse
and barn. With this he has gone to Europe
and is now visiting the continent. People
have seen him over there say he is having a
great deal better time than Europe is."
"Her, is what we call in our conntrr a.
thrifty man, yet withal a joyous and happy
hearted man. He has a laugh like a bird.
Like the jackass bird of Australia, I mean.
Hcexperiniented for two years on the mat
ter of greasing boots as a means of promoting
economy. For two years he greased one
boot every morning and heated it into the
leather, but did not grease the other one at
"Well, how did it come out?" I asked
grammatically; "which lasted the longer of
the two?"
''Well, the one that was greased out
lasted the other one about 15 minutes, I be
lieved. He said he doubted whether it paid
him for the trouble or not."
An old Chicago business man who has
$1,253,850 27 more than I have, as I write
these lines, said to me: "You see, with
about 1,000,000 of people here, you must re
member that the larger number are by birth
Eastern, so we claim, Mr. Nye, to know as
much as the Eastern people and what we
have learned since we came West, beside."
"That may be true." I said in a tone of
gentle cast irony, "but when you come
West you loose that cool, cultivated look of
rehned vacnity which we ot the East con
stantly dote on. We do not like that in
you. It is real coarse.
"You say !Hullo!' and treat strangers
politely without knowing who they are.
That is where. tou fool yourselves in the
West We Eastern people reseut your
easy way of getting acquainted with people
on trains and in public places and treating
them hospitably. You shouldn't do that.
You ought to be more coy until people
identify themselves. Don't you know that
a man with the slightest tinge of intellect
can get along first rate socially if he will
preserve an air of hautpur and reserve in
stead of your off-hand bonhominy, as we say
in dear old .France?"
It is easy for the observer to readily trace
the evolution of culture without going out
of the cars. Leaving San Francisco .yon
are on good terms with everybody, lrom the
engineer to the rear brakeman, within
24 hours. The California Senator divides
bis lunch and cigars with the homeward
bound Bostonian, and the San Francisco
millionaire plays whist with the sad-eyed
humorist Crossing thellissonri river the
air oT curiosity manifests itself, followed
cast of Chicago by a falling off in the rap
port and persiflage business, .until between
New York and Boston the stranger feels the
same air of cordiality that Mr. Enoch Ar
den did when he got home, late at night,
looked in the window and went away.
3ill Nye.
Winding Clocks for a Living.
There are half a dozen men in New York
who make a living by winding and regu
lating clocks. There are many flocks that
cost not only hundreds, but thousands of
dollars each. It would not be common sense
to let Tom, Dick and Harry fool with them.
There are many places where it is necessary
to have absolutely correct time, and this re
quires experts. And thus there has grown
up a bnsiness of winding and' regulating
clocks. '
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A Little Revenge.
Toledo Blade.:
Laundry Clerk What kind of a finish do
you desire on your linen, sir?
.Sir Well, you needen't mind pushing
the contest to a finish you punish my
clothes bad enough in two rounds. I guess
that's about all they can stand.
Degenerncy ot the Times.
Toledo Blade. 1
Lithographer In your posters, this sea
son, sir, to which star do yoa'desire to give
the prominent place?
Theatrical Manager Darn the stars! Give
it to myself as manager make the letters a
foot high, too.
Fine Distinction.
Toledo Blade.
Western Tourist Got much stock ,on
hand? . , .-' ' .?
Banohman Nope, got a aright smart
bunch on loot though, . ,
A Money-Making Farmer. "
The Voyage of the Baseball Players
From Australia to Egypt,
A Series of Very Pleasant Moonlight
SUEZ, February
7. The weather
gods are certainly
favoring the ball
players in their trip
around the world.
Fair winds and
bright skies have
courted them at ev
ery step and they ar
rived amid " the
spicy breezes of Cey
lon's Isle" as ignor
a n t of the ocean's
tempestuous moods
-r- as when they left the
shores of their own country. In the 17 days
of the voyage from Australian shores they
encountered nothing more unfavorable than
a fine-minute rain squall and two days of
choppy sea that would scarcely excite the
notice of an ordinary baseball mariner. But
this was followed by such a long stretch of
glorious'weather that the voyage was truly
a season of continuous delight It had all
the characteristics of a charming private ex
cursion, free from all the. discomforts that
mark a temporary life at sea.
The rough weather began about the sec
ond day after leaving Adelaide and contin
ued for two days. It was not, in-any sense,
extremely severe, but it caused direful
havoc among the players while it lasted.
From this out the travelers enjoyed the
most delightful weather and the calmest of
seas. The dreadful stories they heard of
the terrible tropical heat were not substan
tiated. Occasionally the morning and noou
hours would be hot, but delicious cool even
ing breezes would speedily cause the tem
porary discomfort to be forgotten. But the
great charm of the trip was in the glory of
the nights. Whatever skies the travelers
may sail under hereatter.they will certainly
estimate their beauty from the impressive
gorgeousness of the moonlight on the Indian
The mood of the ocean was in harmony
with the celestial elements. As the vessel
plowed onward through the calm waters,
there was scarce roll enough to remind the
passengers that they were on the great
ocean. As they lounged about in careless
attitudes, and chatted gaily with each
other, every feature of the groups suggested
the characteristics of a quiet moonlight ex
cursion on some smooth lake or river at
The monotony of the voyage was occa
sionally relieved by the sight of a sailing
vessel or steamer. The last occasion of this
kind occurred on the 22d inst., as we were
nearing the equator. The Salier passed
quite near to a lull-rigged ship that was be
calmed. With the aid of field glasses the
vessel was found to be the Sam Skofield,
from Brunswick, Me. She ran up an
American flag as the steamer neared. The
unexpected sight of the familiar colors was
greeted with enthusiastic cheers by- the
Iiarty on board the Salier and made big
umps stahd for a moment in their throats
as their thoughts carried them homeward.
In a drive about Colombo, on the morn
ing after our arrival, the carriage passed
along a stretch of road bordering the
sea for some distance. The beach was wide,
aud was covered with a multitude of coal
boats. In a large space between two ot the
dingy-looking .vessels were three little
natives, the eldest not over 8 years old, en
gaged in a gameof "soak," just as it used
to be played an the United States many
years ago before our schoolboys made the
study of "curves" and "inshoots," an
especial course from which to derive later a
princely income and popular homage.
The little plaverj stood iu the respective
positions of pitcher, batter and catcher.
The ball was a small bundle of cord and the
bat an ordinary piece of wood. When the
batter hit the ball he made a run for one of
the boats as the base while the pitcher
picked it up and with a Burns-like throw
"soaked" or hit the runner with it in the
middle of the back, whereupon they ex
changed places. Tt was the game exactly as
it used to be played when Irving, Snyder
and Father Chaawick were boys. There
was only one essential difference the style
of uniform. Though it was winter the
Cingalese juveniles were unencumbered
with any clothing beyond a small cord
about the wajst.
Bealizing the possibility that the game
might have been developed through a furore
created by the coming of the American ball
players your correspondent inquired of an
old man whether he had ever played the
game that the dark skinned lads were en
gaged in and as he replied, "Me play same
long, long time ago when boy," I was
forced to the painful conclusion that the
Buddhists had apparently the best of the
baseball argument in the measure of anti
quity. The long ocean voyage of the baseball
tourists ended at Suez and they are
thoroughly glad of it The passage from
Colombo was even more delightful as re
gards wind and weather, than the earlier
stage of their trip, but the SO days' sail had
grown to be wofully monotonous and their
lusty athletic natures yearned for more
space to move about in and a change of
diet. . Goodfbiend.
Bard to Blotch .Him.
Baltimore American.
They are still trying to get a jury to try a
boodle alderman in New York. The indi
cations are that the alderman will die of
old age before 12 of his peers can bo. found.
Csnnllr the Cnse.
Norristown Herald.j
A sponge can always be found hanging
near the slate behind the bar. And several
"sponges" can usually be found hanging
around the bar.
A Lucky Find.
rr"Hem'ly, come here, quick, afore the
Coroner comes; here's a haccident frozen
dead with the loveliest pair o' skates on yer
eivt " .yvt
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A Legend of
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters.
CrrAPTEES 1 and 2. The story opens early
in the present century, on a bright morning in
March. Wendell Orton, artist and dreamer, is
landed from a little schooner in the Bay St.
Louis, by the Creole owner of the vessel,
Victor, who is to return for him April 10.
Orton's host is Edouard Garcin, whose family
consists of himself, wife and pretty daughter,
Lalie. A mystery surrounds a lovely villa in
the neighborhood, whose owner is Mo'sleu
Bochon,andwhohas a lovely dauzhter known as
the "Lily or Bochon," of whom Wendeil Orton
dreams during his first night at the little inn.
Orton slept lightly, with very sweet
dreams, as we have said, hovering in his
consciousness. The sound of a rather loud
rapping on the outside door of the house
awoke him in the small hours, and he heard
Garciu's voice presently in conversation
with someone who seemed to be in a great
"She's aground close ashore," the strange
voice said. .
"What's her cargo?" Garcin inquired in
an undertone.
Orton was not quite sure, but he thought
that "coffee" was the answer.
"Don't speak so loudly," he heard Gar
cin say, "there's a strange gentleman sleep
ing in that house. How near is she to
Bochon's place?"
"A mile below, off the cedars."
"We can't do anvthing, then."
'The old man will haye the best claim,
and beside, Lazare, there's going to be
"The stranger in there is a Government I
man; he's here to look after old Bochon."
"Diable! but what will you do? He'll
want you too, Mo'sieu Garcin, don't you
"Dieu! I cannot say, but Captain Victor,
of the Zozo, brought him here, and he told
me that I am not suspected."
"Victor did?"
"Yes, and admonished me that I must
treat this stranger like a prince."
At this point in the hasty conversation,
Garcin thrust his Visitor out of the door, and
thereafter Orton could hear only a murmur
coming in from the verandah, where they
continued the interview for a long while.
To an imaginative young man in search
of romance aud adventure, this interlude
between dreams was well cast to add a
singular and strange emphasis to the im
pression already made in his, mind by his
new and almost fantastic surroundings. It
was evident that this nocturnal visitor of
Garcin's, as well as Garcin himself, was an
outlaw of some sort, a smuggler or wrecker,
probably both in oue. Orton could not
sleep after that, save in the most frag
mentary naps, so interested did he become
in building romantic fabrics of imagination
out of the suggestions that had come to him
within the space of a few hours; He was a
genuine American, brave, self-reliant and
inquisitive, full of enterprise, and daring to
boldness in whatever he undertook. More
over he was rich and without ties to bind
him to any snot. Therefore it can be well
understood how keenly he enjoyed the
situation in uhich he now found himself.
Nothing indeed was further from his mind
than any thought of interfering with the
lawful or unlawful practices of this
orange-scented and mockingbird-haunted
little wilderness; but it was
rather satisfying than otherwise to feel that
he was both respected and feared by men,
fearless as a rule and desperate at need, who
had neither law of their own nor law of oth
ers to trouble them much. Then how the
desultory night songs of the mockingbirds
fed his mood and added richness to his
imaginings! The sough of the Gulf breeze
as it washed through the giant liveoak was
fnll of wildness, and the tender and contin
uous swash of the bayou filled his ears and
gave him a sense of being immensely remote
and isolated from ordinary life. Early in
the morning be heard Lalie get out of bed,
and soon she was going lightly over the
honse, apparently putting the rooms to
rights. Garcin was not at breakfast and
Orton was told that he had gone down the
bayou to look alter some domestic matter.
When the meal was over the young man
took his gun and went into the neighboring
woods, intending but a short ramble for ex
ercise and observation rather than wuh a
view to shooting. As he passed through
the little garden behind the house
he met Lalie in the walls; she
held a great bouquet of roses,
pink, white and yellow in one hand,
while in the other and lying along
her forearm rested a tawny cat whose fur
was like silk, and whose greenish eyes glared
savagely. The girl was dressed in a red
petticoat of rich, large-flowered stuff and a
blue jacket with loose sleeves and richly
embroidered front ,On her head was the
hat he had seen on the spinet. Bizarre she
was, almost barbaric, dark, flashing, warm,
with just a suspicion of the savageness of
her cat in her ambr-brown eyes. Orton
felt her singular beauty and panther-like
grace thrill him; he lifted his hat as she ap
proached him smiling radiantly and hold
ing forth her roses.
"Everything is so lovely this morning,"
she said, with-a half-childish lisp in her
voice and au uuderglow showing in her
dusky cheeks.
"I thought that as soon as I saw you,"
responded Oiton, with the gallantry of the
time, and bowing again.
"I wish I were lovely," she said, with
perfect sincerity of voice, though her cheeks
grew still warmer, ''It must be delicious
to be .beautiful, like.' these or this." she
added, indicating the flowers and the cat ' J
Bay St. Louis.
Something compelled Orton to forbear at
this point;'it was as if an unpleasant anticl-
Eation or a vague warning had flitted across
is mind.
"Your cat certainly is a fine one,"he.re
marked, ''and the roses are the most beauti
fnLthatl have ever seen.". But when ha
put out his hand to stroke the cat's head tho
animal spit viciouslv and struck at him
with its unsheathed claws.
"That is a bad sign," exclaimed Lalie in
stantly, her face growing grave. "It for
tells tnat there is to be trouble between yoa
and me."
"Trouble!" he responded, laughing. "Oh,
no, not between us. Such a thing is quita
impossible. Come, Tabby, we must make
friends of ourselves."
The caLstruck him this time, cutting s
drop of blood from one of his fingers, sim
ultaneously giving vent to its unreasonable
anger in a mingled growl and howl, its eyes
The girl now showed almost consternation
in her face and she involuntarily took astep
backward as if recoiling from Orton.
"The old fortune teller told me how bad
a sign that is," she exclaimed, trying to re
cover herself and smile. "But maybe it is
nothing, I hope it doesn't mean anything
very bad."
"Pah! Nothing at all," said Orton, re
assuringly, "don't think of it. How can
you and I ever have any trouble, Ma'm'zells
She blushed again until her rich Mar
tinique skin glowed like the face of a dark
velvet rose, but she made no answer to his
inquiry. It was delicious to hear him call
her Ma'm'zelle Garcin with the perfect Cre
ole accent. His bearing was so noble, too
like that of a knight in the romance aha
had been reading lately, and he spoke with
such a ring of sincerity and cordial
strength. She looked at him (not boldly,
but admiringly) from head to foot, with a
sense of his stalwart beauty creeping very
sweetly into her mind along with some dia-
tant and undefined impression of sadness.
All around the mockingbirds were sing
ing in the vines and trees, sweet odors were
on the air that blew gently from the not
distant gulf, and overhead the sky hung
like a vast dream, deep blue, but tender as
a violet's petals.
"What are you going to shoot?" Lalie
asked presently, recovering her lightness of
voice and manner, gently brushing the
finely carved stock of his gun with her
"Nothing, I suppose," he responded, "I
thought merely of a turn in the woods to
make their acquaintance and get some ex
"There's plenty of came." she remarked.
"I can kill some whenever I like."
Orton lifted his brows in astonishment.
"You kill game, Ma'm'zelle Garcin? Do
you know how to use a eun?" he inquired,
with bnt little credulity in bis voice, and
looking down at her with eyes that showed
both admiration and wonder.
"To be sure I do, and why not?" was" tha
quick answer. "Give me your gun." She
flung down her flowers and put aside her
cat; then taking the heavy weapon from
Orton's hand she poised it gracefully and
"Do yon see the rosette of lichen- on the
fence-post yonder?" indicating a silver
white spot about forty yards distant from
where they stood.
"Yes, I see," he answered.
A single moment for aiming, and then the
flint-stroke, the flash of the primingand the
sharp report of the gun. A fine white dust
puffed out from the center of the lichen
where" the bullet had entered. The girl
smiled complacently as she returned the
weapon to Orton, who lor a space found it
difficult to utter his admiring amazement
It was a perfect shot, and the art of deliver
ing it had shown sucn grace, ease and swift
ness as he had never before seen.
"Wonderful, charming!" be exclaimed,
as one just getting back his lost breath.
"That was superb. Ma'm'zelle. superb!"
"Indeed, that is nothing," she said rather
proudly. "I could do much better than
Then stooping, she retook her roses and
her cat.
"I wish yon fine sport, Mo'sieu," she
,added, and then left him; casting back, as
she. passed through the vine-arched gateway
a brilliant smile, half haughtily, half play
ful, that hid in it an Instantaneous fascina
tion. V
Orton went on through the garden and
into the woods conscious ot some new ele
ment, like a rich, nameless color, engen.
dered within him.
The dumpish, musty fragance of the
woods, at he entered the shade under the
wide-armed, moss-mantled oaks, was
mingled with the ever-sweet breath of jas
mine flowers and the keen resinous odor of
the pines. Something in the circumambi
ent stillness seemed to act as a fixitive on
the picture in his mind, and moreover, all
this shadowy sweetness and cool freshness
was filled with the romance his imagination
had suddenly conjured up. He strode along,
the girl's face lingering with him and her
voice ecboibg sweetly in his meraory.and as
the changing phases of the forest caught his
attention and slowly drew him back to his' -old
habit of observation, he noted how bril
liant were the lichens and mosses, how lux
uriant the vines and flaunting air-plants,
and'how gorgeous the flower masses here
and there.
The exercise of the walk was exhilar
ating, and the freshness and strange sense
of solitude were to Orton as fascinating as
their associations were picturesque ana ro
mantic Here was the one remote and
poetry-burdened region which, of all the
earth, could, for a time at least, satisfy hi.
longing for the undiscovered and the uade
scribed. There were beautiful gra-sr openings fa
the wood, and here and there Orton casae
upon miniature lakes, shallow and studded'
with blooming plants and wss r.n
water grasses. In one of these he saw a tails
white heron wadlnc. and thinHsnTf.t,..
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