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k GOEGEOUS PALACE.
Vivid Description of the Biggest
Opium Den in tlie World
AT SHANGHAI, THE PAKIS OF ASIA
Tho Wonderful lanjtsekianff Biver and Its
World of Boats.
CHINESE DOCTORS AND DENTISTS.
leoKJiEsroxcEKCE or inr uisrxTcn.
ruary 8.X yisited
last night the big
gest opium den of
the world. It is sit
uated on the edge of
this great cosmopol
itan city of Shang
hai, in which Chi
nese rowdies from
all parts of the em
where the China
man has learned to
play billiards, to
drink whisky, and to practice the refine
ments ol "Western as well us Eastern vice.
The palatial saloons of New "York, the bar
room of the Hoffman House, and the gilded
gambling palaces in San Francisco have
cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. This
opium den of the Chinese has likewise
eaten up a fortune, and it is more like a
palace than an opium-smoking joint for
pig-tailed celestials. Three stories high,
and covering what would be nearly half an
American block, its entrance is lighted
with the electric light and its interior is
furnished in the most extravagant Chinese
fashion. The ceilings are ot richly carved
wood, and the finest of Chinese lamps, each
of which costs hundreds of dollars, throw a
soft light over the hazy smoking crowd
within. The painted walls are inlaid with
cnrious marble, the grain of which is such
as to give the idea of landscape sketches,
and the finishing of the rooms is in carved
teak wood, which, oiled and colored, shines
There were, perhaps, ,a thousand smokers
in this opium den when I visited it last
night, and I pushed my way into it through
a throng representing every class of Chinese
life. There was the pompons mandarin in
gorgeous silks beside the half-naked cooley
in ragged cotton. There were desperate look
ing men and women, quiet, intellectual
scholars and wealthy Chinese merchants.
AH stopped tinder the electric light to buy
little pots of opium as thicK as molasses, and
each holding about what could be crowded
into the smallest of our American indi
vidual salts. The cooley and the mandarin
were charged the same for their opium, but
they paid different prices according to the
rooms which they occupied and the pipes
which they used in smoking. The cheapest
cost about 10 cents a smoke, and the dearest
was sold for not much more than 15 cents.
The pipes, however, were different. They
were about two feet long, with a big, round
bowl set into the handle. The mandarins
smoked pipes of ivory, some of which were
elaborately carvea, while the cooievs were
satisfied with plain pipes of wood. The re
ceipts of this opium den are said to be more
than $1,000 a dar, and I am told it is always
"Passing the electric light you enter hall
after hall filled with hazy fumes of sickly
smelling vapor through "which the rays of
gorgeous lamps struggling find their way,
and cast a wierd ghost like air over the
smokers resting below. The smoking com
partments are divided into cells open at the
front and separated from one another by
gorgeous carvings of teak-wood which,
colored with the smoke of thonsands, has
turned from a rich brown into an oiled jet.
Each cell accommodates two or more people,
and the most of the men I saw smoking were
in couples. On each side ot a little glass
lamp the men lay on red cushions, some
times dropping their feet upon a chair and
resting their heads on blue pillows, each
about a foot square and a foot long. The
most expensive of the compartments bad
cushions of fine velvet and the frames of
come couches were inlaid with mother-of-pearl
Opium smokers always lie down while
smoking. They bend themselves spoon
fashion as they manipulate the opium, draw
it into their lnnc6 and blow it out of their
nostrils. In some cases I noted large rooms
in which private parties seemed to have as
sembled for an opium smoke together, and I
passed through every hall of this large
opium joint and did not see a bit of dis
order. Your opium smoker is different
from the drunkard. The opium calms in
stead of excites. I was treated with polite
ness everywhere and the drowsy, sleepy
crowd did not seem to care that I stopped
and looked at them.
The Cnrso of China.
This is, however, only one of hundreds of
opium shops in Shanghai. I visited another
den upon leaving this big one and I found
It nearlv as large. It is said that China
uses aboJt"fc300,O00,000 worth of opium
every year, and it is rightly called the curse
ot the people. Opium is now grown in
every province in China. The seed ot the
poppy is sown in November and its juice is
collected in February and March. The
opium is gotteu "by cutting the capsule of
the poppv flower with a notched iron in
strument at sunrise, -audby the next mora
ine a drop or so of juice has oozed out.
This is scraped off and saved by the grower
and after be has a vesselfoil of it it is
strained and dried. r
It takes a great many poppies to make a
pound of opium, and it goes through a num
ber of processes before it Is ready for the
market. In a liquid state it looks like a
dark strawberry jam, and when prepared for
shipment it is put into chests, each of which
contains about 40 balls of opium. These
ballsarc rolled in dried poppy leaves and
here in China the duty onopium is so heavy
that the castoin officers watch theie chests
very closely. At Shanghai there are a num
ber of large ships which look like fioatmg
swimming baths or naval training ships in
which tne opium passed upon by the cus
'tomi is stored, and by which method stnug-
jSp I J s 4tlllf)
gling is somewhat prevented. The Chinese
arethegreatestsmugglersin the world and it
Is only by the aid of foreigners that they
are able to hare a good customs service.
And their receipts from foreign customs are
now four times as great as they were several
The Opium Wan
The Chinese are naturally opium smok
ers, but it is due to the foreigner that the
drug has become a national evil. The offi
cials and the emperor saw the danger before
it came and they tried to keep the opium
out of the country. The English, however,
who were bringing in large quantities from
India, were making too" much money out of
it to let it go, and one of the most disgrace
ful pages of history is the record of how
John Bull, philanthropic and moral, as
he pretends to be, forced China to take a
poison which its officials knew would de
grade its people. The Emperor of China
at the start taxed the consumers of opium
and threatened them "with death. Opium
smugglers were seized and tortured, and
the native dealers were executed. The
Chinese, however, could do nothing with
the foreigners, and they became the smug
glers. The Government then appealed to the for
eigners and one of the Government commis
sioners asked the English merchants to give
no their opium that it might be destroyed,
They gave np 20,000 chests, worth $11,000,
000. China retuscd to' pay for it on the
ground that it had not authorized its com-'
missioner to demand it, and that the opium
was smuggled. For this the British went to
war with China, and through this war
opened most of the ports. They made a
treaty in which opium was not mentioned,
but at the making of which the Chinese un
doubtedly asked them to prohibit it, and
which they refused. At present the United
States is the only country which has made a
treaty by which it is unlawful for its citi
zens to sell opium to the Chinese, and the
poison is now brought into China by the
millions of ponnds a year. The Chinese,
finding that thev could not prohibit it. have
begun to raise it themselves, and as above
stated, it is now grown in. every one of the
Progress of Civilization.
Still, in the great work of civilizing Asia,
the opium war did much for China. It
opened this great port of Shanghai, gave
Great Britain the island of Hong Kong and
showed the Chinese that the foreign devils
were stronger and mightier than themselves.
They paid the 21,000,000 which represented
the demands of the British, and thereafter
gave the foreigners the right to trade and
settle at Canton, Amoy Fuchau and Shang
hai. The United States soon after this made
her first treaty with China, which was made
by Caleb Cushing in . 1844, and since that
time foreign trade with' China has steadily
increased. There are now 22 open ports in
the Empire, and the foreign trade amounts
to more than 5273,000,000 a year. European
and American goods are now found in every
province of China, and our missionaries
have penetrated to the wildest regions of
the Celestial Land.
The erowth of the foreign influence and
its effect upon China can nowhere be better
seen than right here at Shanghai. Here is
the largest foreign colony in China, and
there are from 5,000 to 7,000 Europeans who
have their homes here and who are engaged
in business with the Chinese. The foreign
settlement of this Paris of the Pacifio looks
more like a slice taken out of one of the
rich cities of the United States or of Europe
than a city in Asia. The wide river front
is lined with big, three-story buildings, and
a beautiful public garden runs between
these'and the water. The streets of this
part of the city are well paved, and you
will meet as finely-dressed men and;women
upon them as you will find in Wash
ington or Paris. The crowd is,
however, a much more cosmo
politan one. The French and the
English are mixed with Americans and
Germans, and the servants of all are the
The policemen are East Indians, tall,
well-formed," dark-faced, black-bearded
men, dressed in the uniform of our police,
save that thev have red turbans a foot high
on their heads instead of helmet caps, and
they do not carry the ebony club. They
are used chiefly in arresting the Chinese,
and foreigners have to be arrested by for
eigners. They are among the finest men I
have ever seen, and they contrast strikingly
with the delicate, ' slender, aristocratic
Shanghai is about midway on the Pacific
coast between the northern and southern
boundaries of China, It is near the mouth
of though not on the great river, the Yang
tsekiang, which divides the empire into
two equal portions and which forms the
great central avenue of trade. This is one
of the greatest and one of the longest rivers
of the world, and it vies with the Nile in
the rich deposits which it carries down from
the mountains of Thibet and spreads over
the rich plains of China. Its waters where
it enters the sea are as yellow as clay and
their contents are, I am told, as rich as
Guana. They form a fertilizer which the
Chinese use by irrigation, so that it is
spread over much of the 48,000 square
miles which forms its basin and makes this
land produce from two to three crops per
The Yangtsekiang has a fall nearly double
that of the Nile or the Amazon. It is so
wide at its mouth that when we sailed up it
in coming to Shanghai we, for a long wavs,
were hardly able to see the banks and this
width extends np the river for hundreds of
miles. It is navigable for ocean steamers to
Hank" w,thecityof the sizeof Chicago, which
is situated on its banks 600 miles above
Shanghai, and river steamers can go 1,300
miles up Its winding course. Above this
there are gorges and rapids which the for
eigners now think can be passed, and there
will then be an opening into the Interior of
China by this means for more than 2.000
miles. The Yangtseklang is so long that ItH
wouia reacn irom can Jfranciico to New
York and push its way out into the Atlan
tic if it could be stretched out upon a plane
of the face of the United States. It is
longer than the distance from New York to
Liverpool, and it is said to be the best
stream in the world as to the arrangement
of its branches.
Its boat population is numbered by hund
reds of thousands and it is a city hundreds
of miles in length made up of junks, ships
and barges. These Chinese junks are
gorgeously painted and carved. They have
the same style ot sails and masts that were
used thousands of years ago, and their sails
are immense sheets of cotton patched to
gether and stretched on rods of bamboo
which Iook like fishing poles. The sailors
are pig-tailed men in lat clothes of cotton,
who sing in a cracked gibberish as they
work, and who understand how to manage
their rude sails so well that they can often
pass ships ot more modern make. All of
the Chinese boats have a pair ofeves painted
on the sides of their prows, and the Chinese
sailor would no more think of navigating
without these than be would think of eat
ing without chopsticks. If asked the reason
he replies: .
"No have eyes, no can see. No can' see,
no can go."
Chinese Dentist and Doctors.
The Chinese themselves do not believe in
dissection, and there is no body-snatching
here. They believe that the heart is the
seat of thought; that the soul exists in the
liver, and that the gall bladder is the seat
of courage. For this reason the gall blad
ders of tigers are eaten by soldiers to inspire
them with courage. The Chinese doctor
ranks no higher than the ordinary skilled
workman. He gets from 15 to 20 cents a
visit, and he often takes patients on con
dition tnat e mil cure them within a cer
tain time or no pay. He never sees his
female patients except behind a screen, and
he does not pay a second visit unless he is
invited. His pay is called "golden thanks,"
and the orthodox way of sending it to him
is wrapped in red paper. "
The dentists look upon pulled teeth as
trophies and they go about with necklaces
of decayed teeth about their necks, or with
them strung upon strings and tied
to sticks. Toothache is supposed to
come from a worm in the tooth, and
there are a set of female doctors who make a
ousiness of extracting these worms. When
the nerve is exposed they take this out and
call it the worm, and when not they use a
sleight of hand by which they make their
patients believe certain worms, which they
show them, came from their teeth. I have
heard persons tell of Chinamen who claimed
to have had ten worms taken from their
mouths in a single day, and I saw a woman
actually at work upon a patient in the street
here. China is as full ot superstitions as
the "West India Islands, and the people like
to be humbugged quite as well here as we
do in America.
FBAUK G. CABPE2J TEE.
THE C0NGBEGATI0N SMILED.
BnttheBrldoand Groom Did Not Think It
Quite so Awfully .Fanny.
A story that goes back to the meet in' house
in Wrentham is one of a worthy man
named Habbakuk P., a resident of the town,
and a faithful attendant upon worship,
who had been blessed with four wives, one
after another. Habbakuk was rigidly or
thodox, as his name seemed to demand, and
was always in his pew on the Sabbath. He
sat there in his conspicious pew with No. 4
by his side, on the first Sunday after their
marriage. It was a .balmy June day, and
the zephyrs from the open window toyed
playfully with the bride's white satin bon
net ribbons and the groom's silken locks.
There was a stranger fn the pulpit who had
exchanged for the day with the venerable
Mr. F., the pastor of the church. After
reading a few Scripture passages the
stranger proceeded to read a notice which
he had found in the Bible, and which was
"Mr. Habbakuk P "desires the pray
ers of the congregation that the death of
his wife may be sanctified to him for his
Then, when tho congregation was between
stupefaction and explosion, the clergyman
went on with the service at'a rapid rate. He
was at a loss to know why the congregation
seemed to be throughout the remainder of
the service on the point of laughter, but at
dinner Mrs. F , the pastor's wife, ex
plained to him that Habbakuk P sat
three rows from the front in the broad aisle
with his brand new wife, and he had read
an old notice that Mr. F had probably
been using for a book mirk ever since the
death of wife No. 3.
HE HAD NO EAE FOE MUSIC.
An Albany Tenth Tnrns the Hose on an
One young man in a State street boarding-house
is in trouble. A young lady re
siding in the establishment for some time
had made life miserable by playing on the
asthmatic piano in the parlor. Finally
patience became a vice and the young man
resolved to sacrifice himself for the good of
others. He procured.a hose, attached it to
the cold water faucet in the wash-room,
carried the other end into the parlor and
turned it upon the fair disciple of Vulcan.
The effect was even more than could have
been expected, for it not only stopped the
noise but poured into the "works" of the
piano. In the subsequent excitement this
was not noticed, the wires had time to be
come rusted, and an expense of $50 was nec
essary for making repairs. The landlady
is now- endeavorpe to collect the amount of
the young man, whose financial condition
makes it impossible for him to comply with
The Art of Photography.
New York Epoch.
Miss 'Clara I have just had some pho
tographs taken, Ethel. "What do you think
Miss Ethel (a bosom frind) They are
splendid, Clara. How a photograph does
idealize one's facet
Paris Figaro, j
A lady, greatly excited, asks to see the
editor of a daily paper and is told that it is
impossible, the editor being too busy to
speak to any one, no matter who it may be.
"Oh, that makes to difference," is her
reply, "I shall do aU the talking myself"
Chinese Female Dentist.
MONEY MAKES MONEY.
A Chapter Illustrating the Workings
of Compound Interest
BETTEET0 LENDTHAN TO BORROW.
Tie Great Percentage of Profit in Building
EYEN THE DAI IABOREE HAS CAPITA!
IWailTMT TOE THE DISPATCH.!
FTEB religion and
politics theie is no
Bubject upon which
differ so widely as
to the mode of in
earnings, and lean
think of no practi
cal subject upon
which there is so
much popular mis
conception as the
power of compound
interest. Secretary Maloney, of the Enter
prise Investment Company of "Washington,
D. C, remarked to me during a "recent visit
to that city: "The common saying, 'money
grows,' does not half express the full import
of the term, if it is compounded. The
grass grows, but there is a period when it
does not grow, when the roots are dried up
a sear and yellow leaf period, as well as a
growing'period, but money at interest, more
especially when compounded, grows when
you are asleep night and day, sumtaer and
winter, in good and bad times."
Nobody understands its growing quality
better than the banks, brokers, building as
sociations and the lenders generally.
"But is this growing compounding feat
ure rightly understood by the borrower,
from either bank or building association? I
think not." Said a Chicago gentleman con
nected with a building association in that
city, to me recently.
WHAT A LOAX COSTS.
I asked the association what it would cost
me to make a loan of 800. He said it would
take about 25 per cent premium, which,
added to the actual loan, would make 51,000,
equivalent to ten shares of stock, on which
I would pay interest at the rate of 8 per
cent: mv payments, which would be made
monthly, would be 50 cents a share
or 85; interest on $1,000 for one month,
$6 67; total payment per month, 511 67,
which I would be obliged to pay for eight
years until my stock reached par, which
would be SI, 120 32; total cost of loan,
5320 32. But in reality I would have had
the total amount of the loan but half of the
eight years, as I would Immediately start to
pay back my loan in monthly payments as
soon as I received it. Therefore, in reality,
I would haye paid for the use ot $800 for
four years interest to the amount of 5640;
premium, $200; actual cost, 5840.
"It struck me then that there
must be some enormous profits for
somebody in these Associations, and
I asked if the profits were shared alike by
both borrower and lender, and was told that
they were and that the only difference be
tween the two was that one borrowed his
stock from the Association at the beginning
of the series and the other waited and got
his at the close of the deal. But is this go?
Let's see. The non-borrower pays into the
Association 50 cents a month on one share
qf stock, or a total of 548 in eight years,
when his stook reaches par and receives 5100
in return, making a clear profit of 553. But
pause a moment.
A GBEAT DIFFEBENOE.
While the non-borrower has paid the sum
or 548 in equal monthly payments of 50
cents a share, he in reality only had half of
548, or 5-4 in the association for 8 years.
The profit for one year would then be'$6 50
on $24, or over 27 per cent, which 3a not so
bad for a mutual sooiety with the "mutu
ality" nearly aU at one end. As the non
borrower simply pays his installments and
none of the profits and the borrower pays
his installments and alltheprofits.it is plain
enough who is getting the best of it. It
struck me there must be some immense
profit in lending money even "mutually"
(?) at compound interest.
A well-known savings bank of this city
has recently published in the papers tables
showing the amount of the saving of 1 cent
a day for 40 years, and the "compounded"
total makes quite a respectable figure.
The table recalls to our mind the celebrated
saying of Peter Cooper, that it now takes
longer in this country to learn economy
than to learn a trade, and without economy
to make a "start" of what use is a com
pound interest table?
AIT ECONOMICAL EXAMPLE.
One need only go over on the Southside in
this city and note the number of iron work
era who have been making $5 per day for Iol
these many years, living as tenants in houses
owned by other workers who made but 51 25
per day in those same years to emphasize
the difference between earning and
Everybody knows that money makes
money, but not everybody pays attention to
the modus operandi by which it is brought
about and its consequences. Take, for ex
ample, a laborer beginning life at the
meager pay of 51 per dav. In visible stock
in trade he has nothing but pick or shovel.
Nevertheless he has a capital, which, if
rightly used, is equivalent to Carnegie's
510,000. He may increase it, diminish it,
waste it or throw it away, or multiply it and
"compound" it for a rainy day, just as
surely as the wealthy operator can with his
investment. Ten thousand dollars in United
States Government 3 per cents will only
yield 5300 a year. The dollar-a-day la
borer invests his muscle against the 510,000
capital, and has a trifle more to show for it
at the end of the year. Therefore, rude
strength, without a superabundance of in
telligence, is equivalent to a capital of
510,000 a year.
EOBMS OP WEALTH,
Youth, health, capacity, etc., are capital
as well as monej. "Wages at 51 a day pre
suppose very little intelligence, very little
skill, very little responsibility. The skill
and industry of the average mechanic are
as productive elements fairly equivalent to
525.000, and yet that looks like a big pile of
cash to tho average toiler. If looked at
rightly hi capacity is a better capital, with
creator possibilities than the capitalist's
525,000 bank account. Bnt how few look
at it this way? The toiler is often given to
"booze" and politics, both of which are
poor investments, and rather than study
the law of accumulation he would prefer to
attend a meeting around the corner from
the postoffice, the proceedings of which
would read about this way:
Speaker of the evening:
"Gentlemen, there is no use of consuming
time. We all know just how we stand.
The question is now where (the toilers join
hands), where, I say. can we get two glasses
of beerfor a nickle?'1 They all voted aye.
"Then, gentlemen," said the speaker,
"where can we get the nickle?" and then
the reporters were .asked to retire while the
boys went into executive session to take ac
tion on the matter.
DON'T ENOW HOW TO SAVE.
Then there are people like the average
farmers who are disposed to be economical,
but don't know how. The "know how" is
a good deal in this world. "When General
Jackson first went to "Washington he was
charged 25 cents for shining his boots by a
champion "shiner" of that day. The Gen
eral remonstrated it was awful exorbitant,1
MAKOS 24, 1889,
ete.hut said the champion shiner, "Mine
is a good shine, is it not?" "Excellent,"
said the General. "Very well.'' said shine
'em; "I only charged you 10 cents for the
shine and 15 cents for the 'know bow. "
That is the premium on the "know
how" all through" the world. But
to recur to the farmers. In a late
number of the. Atlanta Constitution I read
that the Farmers' Alliance, of Georgia, has
reduced the interest paid by Georgia
farmers when they buy on credit from 108
per cent to 78 per cent It appears corn is
sold at 77 cents cash, 98 cents credit four
months, which-is 26 percent, on 78 per cent
per annum. Bacon sells at 9.71 cents cash,
12.3 cents credit four months; that shows
the style of business and the conception of,
an investment in a country that sends a
droye of Brigadiers up North to teach suoh
men a's Carnegie, Hewitt and Oliver how to
Interest simple and compound is a greater
factor in all these matters than it gets credit
for. It is really the secret of the growth of
all the big modern fortunes, and is the key
to the success ot our savings banks, build
ing associations, life insurance companies,
BIO KATES OF JNTEBEST.
Leisure permitting, I may illustrate this
more in detail nt some other time. At pres
ent I cannot better emphasize the import
ance of compounding investments than by
repeating a story told by Peter Cooper
at 80, years of age. He was always a care
ful and prudent business man, opposed to
kite-flying and marginal matters in which
ble interest was exacted. Once while dis
cussing a big iron project with a friend the
latter said he would have to borrow money
for six months at 3 per cent permontb. "Why
do you borrow for so short a time," Mr.
Cooper asked. "Because the brokers do
not care to negotiate loans for longer."
""Well, if vou wish," said Mr. Cooper, "I
will discount vour note at that rate for
three years," "Are you in earnest."
said the would-be borrower. "Certainly
I am. I will discount your note fpr
510,000 for three years at that rate."
Will you do it ? Of course I will, said
the merchant. Yery well, said Mr, Cooper,
just sign this note for 510,000, payable in
three years, and'give meyour check for 5800
and the transaction Is complete. "But
where is the money for me?" asked the as
tonished merchant, "You don't gel any
money," was the reply. "Your interest for
36 months at 3 per cent per month amounts
to 108 per centum, or 510,800. Therefore
your check for 5800 just makes us even."
The force of this practical illustration of the
folly of paying stiff rates at compound in
terestand all building association and
bank loans are based on the "compound"
principle paralyzed the merchant and the
deal was off.
If the non-borrower in a building associa
tion realized just how much he was paying
for his "loan, would not the loan feature at
high rates in such organizations be rather a
"loan"-some business? J. W. Bbeen.
Boss Township, March 20, 1889.
A WISE GORILLA.
She Cries if Left Alono and Has Acquired
Illnny Civilized Tastes and Habits.
According to a letter recently received
from the southwest coast of Africa, Mr. J.
J, Jones, a trader of Ngove, a country sit
uated immediately south of Camma and the
river Fernand Vaz, has for some time past
had in his possession a young female gorilla,
whose docility and tractability are most re
markable. Mr. Jones has trained the little
anthropoid to follow him like a dog, and
she recently accompanied him on a jour
ney to Sette-Camma, a distance of 20 miles
or more, walking all the way. Jeannie, as
the baby gorilla has been named, sleeps
with her master and follows him wherever
he goes, weeping like a child if left behind.
She has acquired many civilized tastes and
habits, and will drink. tea,"ale, brandy' etc.
out ot a cup or glass, displaying the utmost
carefulness not to break the vessel, and
will, in fact, do almost anything her master
wishes, and is so intelligent and affection
ate as to greatly astonish and interest aU
who have seen her.
Although the latest, this is by no means
a solitary instance of the facility with
which a young gorilla can be trained, as
there are at present living in London two
former residents in the Fernand Vaz who
succeeded without difficulty in training
young gorillas, and who could corroborate
the foregoing account of ,their docility and
and of their affectionate disposition when
treated with kindness, as well as the dis
tress and sensitiveness they exhibit if scolded
for misconduct or disobedience.
TWO CHAINED SKELETONS.
The Story of a Wrecker Who Butt Tbemln
the Sunken Merrimac
A Bichmond, Va., special to the Balti
more Sun says: Private James K. Bolten,
an inmate of the Confederate Soldiers'
Home, near this city, tells a startling story
of the finding in the hold of the Confeder
ate ram Merrimao the skeletons of two men.
Johnson was a member of Johnson Battery
during the war, and was wounded at Bran
dy Station. He is now almost in a dying
condition. He declares that the discovery
of these skeletons has preyed upon his
mind for years.
According to Bolton's story he was en
gaged as a wrecker in 1873. The person
with whom he was engaged at that time
was employed in getting the old copper off
the Merrimac While engaged in this work
Johnson says that on one occasion he dived
into the forecastle of the Confederate gun
boat. There he found the skeletons of two
men manacled to the floor. He supposed
that they were members of the crew who
were incarcerated for the violation of some
rule of the navy, and when the craft was
sunk were forgotten by their comrades and
Trent down to their watery graves.
An Editor's Ire Aroused.
The crazy fools, who are sending anony
moualetters to tome of our people on vari
ous subjects, and telling lies about their
neighbors, will some day send one to the
wrong man who will hunt them up, and
when found will proceed to wipe 'up the
sidewalk with their dirty carcass and other
wise exercise them. Persons who write let
ters and are too cowardly to sign their
name to them are fit subjects for the reform
atory, A TJae for Rejected Petitions.
New York Herald.II
A superior quality of artistia brass paper
weights and other knickknacks are being
manufactured in Washington from material
furnished by rejected Ohio and Indiana
Had Iti Compensations.
Mr. Bridges (as the .steam heater blows
up) Stn there, Car'iihe"?
Mrs. Bridges Yes, Ezry; isn't it awful ?
. & Bjtjdges Not BOj-very, Car'line. You
know-how we've" b'en- trying to gi out!
of Brooklyn for years an' yearst Pucft.
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A SWEET FAREWELL
The Affectionate Parting ,of the Ex
P resident and His Wife.
MRS. CLEVEIAHD ENTERS SOCIETY.
General William T. Sherman's Admiration
for the Stage.
A WISE MANNER OP DOING BUSINESS
rCOEEISrONDESCI OF TBX DISfjlTCILl
EWYOBK, March 23.
The portico of a big
Broadway hotel is a
nublio place, isn't it?
And whatever is done
there is fair matter for
publication, 1 fancy, no
matter how domestic its
character may be. So,
when J happened to breakfact early at the
Hotel Victoria, on the morning that ex
President Grover Cleveland started off on
his vacation, trip to Cuba, and on going out
saw the leave-taking" scene between him and
his wife, I watched it with a premeditated
intention of writing this paragraph.
Mr, Cleveland did not seem to have lost
flesh in consequence of his defeat last No
vember. It took a big Prince Albert coat
to button hjm in snugly, and, with an
artistic view to harmony, he were a high
silk hat, with a brim considerably wider
than fashion dictates for the sprine of 1889.
On his arm he carried an overcoat and in
one hand a small bag. He had breakfasted
with his companions of the proposed voy
age, ex-Secretaries Vilas, Bayard and Dick
A NICE LITTLE LADY.
Mrs. Cleveland had not been at table with
them, bnt she joined them in the corridor
just after they were through with their
meal. She wore a light brown gown, loose
and fluffy like a wrapper, but ornate enough
to be denominated a tea-gown. Its front
was blue satin from chin to hem. Her hair
was brushed np from her forehead, and her
face bad a wide-awake, morning brightness.
I do not regard her as a beautiful woman,
by any means, but simply a pretty, whole
some and sweet-mannered one. She shook
hands cordially with the three other gentle
men, and then linked her arm carelessly
into that of her husband's, as they went
down the staircase to the hallway on the
street level. She hugged her husband's arm
gently, and there was no reason to doubt
that he liked the attention, although he
gave no indication of satisfaction. But that
is a man's manner, you know. v
"Then you say I can't write to you at
all," she said, with a little pout, as though
it were a deprivation. "Shall I hear noth
ing from you in two weeks?"
Oh, yes, you will,'" Mr. Cleveland re
plied; "I shall write to you often, but we
shall travel about so fast and uncertainly
that I couldn't tell you where to address
me. Well, good-bye."
AN AFFECTIOJTATH WITB.
Mrs. Cleveland let go of his arm, clasped
his disengaged hand with both of her own,
snuggled up to him for a second, and kissed
him smackingly on the moutb. How much
of a response he mado I could not tell, but
it was surely she who made a,U the noise,
but be was yery gracious about it, and he
patted her shoulder affectionately as he re
peated his good-bye. The wife followed the
party outside.tha vestibule, saw them enter
a carriage, and waved her handkerchief
after them. That was on Mr. Cleveland's
The question, of Mrs, Cleveland's admis
sion into therAstor-Vanderbilt society is
settled quickly, just as I prophesied it
would be, in the affirmative. She has this
week been the guest of Mrs. Le Grand Can
non. Mrs. Willard P. Ward, Mrs. William
C. Whitney at-tarmal luncheons or teas,and
she has also colled:upon and received visits
from half adazed-ladies belonging to that
particular set. Brought into comparison
with New York's most exquisite style, Mrs.
Cleveland appears like the belle of a vil
lage. She lacks what we call smartness in
dress. But that serves rather to make her
interesting to her new acquaintances, and,
while her talk and air also have just an ap
preciable tinge of provincialism she is- so
unaffected, intelligent and affable that we
arl like her. A pretentious dinner is to. be
given in her special honor by Mrs. Ward
immediately after Faster.
ZOKD OP THE PLAT.
The illness of Mary Anderson makes
pertinent this new bit of anecdote. General
William T. Sherman is rather a jolly old
rounder of the town. His admiration of
handsome actresses is quite equal, I should
say, to his regard for stage art. judging by
a great deal of watching ofhim in audiences.
General Sherman has an only son. Thomas
Swing Sherman, who was inclined to be a
dashing sort of beau when I first met him five
or six years ago. At that time he spent a
part of a winter in town, and was a guest at
several Fifth avenue houses. But since
then he has taken a thorough course in
Boman Catholic theology, and is going to
become a Jesuit priest sometime next sum
mer. He visited his father's family a short
time ago, and was seen on the promenade,
in Central Park, and at church services
with his parent and sisters. But he wouldn't
go to a theater..
"What is the harm in enjoying Mary
Anderson in a Shakespearean piece?" the
old gentleman asked, in tho presence of my
"No harm at all for you, father," was the
son's reply, ''tint I do not think it would be
right for me."
"Better improve your last opportunities,
Tom," the General persisted.
"No, no' said the son; "I'd rather im
prove the opportunity of denying myself
So General Sherman went alone to see
Mary Anderson enact the woes ot the
Queen and the jocundity of Perdlta in "A
Winter's Tale," and to clap his hands like
torpedoes in applause of her dance.
A BUSINESS MEASURE.
A lady was taking luncheon with her
daughters at the most famous restaurant in
the city. Jlcr check amounted to some
thing less than 55. She handed to the
waiter a bill, and he brought her
change for 55. She declared that the
bill she had given was a twenty. She was
a very quiet and refined woman, and her
belief about the amount of money she had
given to the waiter was evidently honest.
But the waiter asserted that she was mis
taken. He went to the desk and inquired.
The answer came back that it was a 55 bill.
The lady put up her purse and was pre
paring to leave. The head waiter asked her
to step to the cashier's desk. The young
man then asked her if she was quite posi
tive she bad sent 520 up to him. She re
Elied that she felt sure of it because she
ad a twenty and a five in her purse when
she came in and the twenty was gone.
Without anymore words the cashier counted
out the change for 520 and passed it to the
The fact is that the lady was mistaken.
But this particular restaurant retains the
good will of the wealthiest people by the
utmost confidence in their integrity. They
rectify mistakes when they know the mis
take is not theirown, rather than tohave their
best customers be ill-pleased. They will
even trust a stranger for an extravasrant
dinner and tafco his visiting card for
security. Clara Belle.
A Legend of
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters.
The story opens early in the pres
ent 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 ot himself, wife and pretty daughter,
Lalie. A mystery aurronnds a lovely villa In
the neighborhood, whose owner is Mo'siou
Rochon.and who baa a lovely daughter known as
the "Lily ot Bocbon," ot whom Wendell Orton
dreams during his first night at the little Inn.
Orton overhears a conversation wbtch leads
him to believe that his host is engaged in un
lawful pursuits. He meets the Lily ot Bocbon,
and Is struck with admiration of hei beauty.
Gaspard Bocbon prepares to attack Garcin
and bis free booters, and Orton volunteers iu
bis host's defense, A fierce battle ensues, dur
ing which a terrible hana-to-hand combat tikes
place between Bochon and OrtoD. Rochon
finally overpowers bis young antagonist, but as
he is about to dispatch him, Orton breathes the
name of his father, General Horace Orton, of
New York. This has a wonderful effect on the
elder man. who has his fainting opponent car
ried to his own bouse, where he is tenderly
cared for by the "Lily," whom he recognizes
when he recover consciousness.
CHAPTEB VI. ConTnniED.
AT THE HOUSE OT THE OUTLAW.
When he awoke the afternoon sun was
slanting yellow rays between the curtains
of a westward window and he heard that
gulf breeze still rollicking through the
foliage and shaking the window blinds. He
looked about eagerly for bis fair nurse, but
she was not there. A negro boy came from
a corner and stood before him in a respect
"Where is Mademoiselle Eochon?" de
manded Orton with the fretful peremptory
ness common to invalids when convalescing.
"She's down stairs, monsieur,-" was the
A. BLOW AND
boy's answer in very good French. "Does
monsieur wish to have her come?"
"Yes, I do," said Orton.
The boy went briskly and lightly out and
aftera little while Mlle.Eoobou came in. She
smiled brightly when she saw how much
better her patient looked. In her hand she
bore a small silver platter upon which was
a steaming bowl of broth.
"You must be quite hungry, Monsieur
Orton," she exclaimed cheerily as she came
toward him, "and I have brought you
something good that I made with my own
"A thousand thanks, mademoiselle," he
said, "a thousand thanks."
He was, trying to rise.
"No, nol" she cried, "you must be quite
still, monsieur, indeed you must!" and she
put forth her hand as if to prevent him.
"You must do just as I tell you."
She spread a snowy napkin before him,
raised his bead a little with the pillows
and prepared to feed him with a spoon.
"How good you are," he murmured, "and
to a prisoner, tool"
"Oh, you are hardly a prisoner, rather a
guest," she responded quickly. "Though
your invitation was a rather rough one, I
aumit. J.t is a wonaer tnat yon are alive.
My uncle rarely is so generous." She
spoke far from lightly, and there was a sad
ring in her voice. "But he seems to have
known your father long ago and remembers
him grateiuiiy tor some act or Kindness."
"I am under deepest obligations to your
uncie, mademoiselle," he replied, "Tnope
he fared better than I in our little passage
"He was scarcely hurt at all," she said,
"he never gets hurt, indeed. He seems to
bear a charmed life, and then he is, so
Orton smiled reminlscently, thinking over
the terrific struggle with Bochon.
"I deemed myself a match for any man
until I csme upon Monsieur Eochon. said
he, "but he rather overbore me, I believe."
"It does appear so," she replied; "and I
am so happy that it is no worse."
"But, monsieur, you are not to talk any
more," she went on; "you are to- sip this
soup and keep silent."
Spoonful by spnouful she fed him with a
sweet, gentle dignity of manner, sitting
close by his bedside. Orton felt to tbe full
that refined delight whieh the artist-lover
takes in the dual experience of loving and
studying at the same time, and all in that
atmosphere of romance so dear to the young
and healthy heart. Mile. Eochon, too, was
receptive in the highest degree to every
charm of the situation. Perhaps she was as
yet but half aware of the power that Orton's
manly beauty was exerting overherrstill
it was exquisite pleasure to her to admin
ister to him and to realize that her ministra
tions were acceptable. The isolated life to
which she bad been for so long confined
had made her introspective, finding most of
her quieter pleasures within her own breast.
Now the care of this golden-haired young
messenger from the great teeming social
outside world was stirring her heart
with many glowing but as yet
almost formless dreams. Her experi
ences had been softened greatly by
the rough but careful watchfulness of her
uncle, who in his grim way doted upon
her, still she had known, as if at a distance,
the wild life that was flowing around her,
and bad come to feel quite safe in it. Occa
sionally there had come to the Bochon
place people of refinement, her uncle's
friends from New Orleans and Mobile,
dropping ashore for a few days during their
summer voyages of pleasure, but these had
not interested her in more than a passing
way. Eochon's sister, dead some years since,
bad been Felicie's teacher, a very anstere
and exacting one, indeed, but the girl bad a
disposition not1 to be spoiled, and so had
grown up strong and lovely in body and
soul. Old Eochon himself, as the reader
must know, while he was not just the man
to be the guardian and director oi a young'
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Bay St Louis.
girl's life, was as good to her at his busitae
and his coarse nature would let him be.
While Orton was quietly sipping ths
soup tendered him by Mile. Bocbon, heavy
footfalls were heard on the stairs.
"My uncle is coming now,"she said, half
hearkening to the measured tread; ''yom
must not let him make you talk too much,
remember that, please, monsieur."
Eochon stalked ir presently, his burly
form draped in a light loose jacket and
broad trousers, his gray hair tossed iu great
sho"ks over bis head, his beard unkempt.
One hand was bandaged, his forehead had a
white plaster on it, and his left arm was
bound up ju3t above the elbow. Notwith
standing his roughness and his air of brig
andlib savagery, there was something about
him magnetic, a strong dash of personal in
fluence as powerful as it was strange. His
rather dark gray eyes were deep, clear and
steadfast in their gaze, looking out from
under heavy, shaggy brows, matted and
drawn; his forehead was deeply furrowed,
likewise his massive cheeks, over which
almost up to his eyes grew the grizzled,
tangled beard, rank and refractory and fall
ing down a foot in length to spread almost
across his great width of chest. He wore
heavy Spanish boots rising to his knees,
and on his head was a black French cap set
well back. In his hand he bore a short
stemmed but enormous pipe, old and mal
odorous. Just inside the door be paused
and stood for a moment chuckling aloud,
his eyes gleaming merrily ana his beard
"Ho hot" he exclaimed in a deep,
resonant bast voice, "Ho hoi my finecoq
de combat is coming to his appetite, eh?
Well, well, my little lily, feed him, feed
him, for he's a game one, certainly."
He glanced from one to the other (gain
and again with a quizzical glare and shook
his big head slowly, as one who is well sat
isfied with what he sees before him.
"Diable dieul but if he'd a cutlass Ilka
mine I believe he'd have sliced me into
pieces at last. He's the hardest fighter I
ever met, certainly; yes, the very hardest.
.., , v. ., . , , . . ix 1 1 1 ii
He putme to my very best."
Felicia bad risen and was standing with
the bowl in one hand, the spoon iu the
other, ber cheeks losing somewhat of their
color, but she did not speak.
"Ho ho! my jolly young swash-buckler,
how do you go this mornin?, eh?" he con
tinued, addressing Orton and roaring out
his words with a cordial, almost jolly in
tonation. "Feeding yourself up to fight me
again, eh? Don't know that I care about
any more of your play, hat haf hat not any
more till these gashes get well," and he in
dicated his head and arms, "you cut me all
over, from crown to sole. Devil of a slash
ing swordsman are you, certainly."
He sat himself down in the chair from
which Fellcie had risen, and spread out his
ponderous, iron-thewed limbs; the seat
creaked under his great weight.
'"You're the very son of your father, boy,"
he went on, "just like 'him all over, a
fighter that never gives in. It does me
good to look at you, it's like being a boy
again and living over the old gay times in
the far East I reckon that your father
never told you about our adventures to- .
"I think I heard my father speak of you,"
"I judge not," remarked the old man
with a peculiar chuckle. "I used to have
another name in those days and I have had
several good ones since, ha I ha I ha t" He
slapped bis muscular thigh with bis hard,
heavy hand and laughed uproariously.
Felicie quietly left the room.
"How are your slashed places getting
on ?" Eochon inquired in a gentle manner.
"I seem to be doing finely in every way,
thank you," responded Orton. "I have but
"Well, how the devil came you over
there with those niggers? You're not the
sort of man to be in with a lot of cattle like
Garcin and his gang of nigzer cutthroats,
eh?" Bocbon spoke bluntly, but without
any evidence of insolence in voice or man
ner. Orton felt it best to explain frankly that
the accidents of an explorer's wanderings
had sent him to Garcin's, and that he knew
nothing whatever of the man's character or
of his business. .
"Captain Victor, of the Zozo, took me
there," he concluded.
"Victor, ho ho! Victor; hell not take
anybody else anywhere again," chuckled
Eochon. "He went down in the storm on
Ponchartrain the other day."
"Yes, down with all on board; not a soul
escaped to tell the story.. Hal ha ! ha 1"
This was ill news to Orton, for he reepl
lected that Victor with the Zozo was to
come to take him back to New Orleans at
tbe end of the month. He remarked this
speaking to Eochon.
"Well, he'll never come back," said the
old man grimly, again slapping his thigh.
"The fish have- eaten the black scoundrel
now. Haf ha! haT'
There was something in Eochon's person
ality so outre, so savage and yet so master
ful, that Orton found himself looking at
him with admiration in spite of all that
had happened. Surely here was a man who
might have been a king of all the bucca- . -neers,
the lord of all tbe wild crews that
roamed the Spanish main. Never had the
artist seen such a perfect type of the old- '
time outlaw hero, who, from his beard to
his boots, was bristling, so to speak, with '-
unkempt virility and bulging with mus.
cnlar force. What a study that form and
face would make, Orton thought, and he
wondered if the old mau would object to be
ing set upon paper or canvas.
Eochon remained for some time, talking
in a half-jolly desultory way, and at last
when he arose to go he said: "Well, my
boy, T rather like you. Be patient and eat
all they give you and you'll soon come
round all right." K
He put his pipe in, his mouth and went
forth through the door, fairly jarring' the'
house with his tread. The impression left
in Orton's miad was a stiangej saixture (of,