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THE PITTSBtmG tflSPATOH. SUNDAY, MAEGH-81, -1889.
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Bake." He kissed her handiin the good old
chivalrous way, and went above.
CHAPTEB IX.
A. BATTLE FOE I.OYE.
As Orton's little vessel drew away from
where the Lily lay at anchor near her
own landing dock, two persons came at a
wift run down the path that zigzagged from
the top of the bluff to the sand beach. The
bright moonlight shining fnll upon: them
made the guns they carried gleam sharply.
They were a man and woman, or rather a
boy and girl, rushing in furious haste to
the slight plank footway that led to the
landing dock. It was evident in a moment
that they were going to take possession of
the Lily. Orion's first thought was that
tome of the missing household slaves had
returned and were desirous of comics aboard
his sloop and following their young mistress;
some movement of the girl, quick and slight
as it was, told him that Lalie Garcin was
i. one of them. Then instantly he recollected
that the Lilv was the fastest craft on the
btv and he knew that a very dangerous and
difficult problem was betore him. The wind
was contrary, making it necessary to tack,
and the bavbeing quite narrow here, pro
gress must be very slow indeed. His vessel
was fast, but could not keep so close to the
wind and fly along as could the Lily, whose
mainsail was now going up.
It was but the work of two or three min
utes to put up every inch of canvas and
set the Lily bounding in pursuit, yes,
bounding is the very word, for a little sea
was running in with the breeze, foaming
and chopping, so soon as the point was
cleared. On these short, brisk waves the
little boat fairly galloped, the foam leaping
over her bo ws and her ion? boom raking the
cream from the highest white caps.
To Orton the situation was a terrible one,
for a reason entirely extrinsic of the ques
tion of danger. He "saw at once that the
Lily would outsail his sloop, which meant
that one of two things must come to pass
very soon: Lalie's gun would kill every one
on board his vessel, or Lalie herself mnst
be killed. Neither alternative seemed at
sit bearable. But for the thought of Felicie
weeping down below and ot the fate that
would be hers were he taken from her at
this crisis, he would have given little
thought to the chances.
The sloop was sailing as well as could be
expected, beating against the wind to wear
round the western curve of the bayshore.
Orton let his glance sweep over the scene
again and again while in his heart memories
and emotion? were mingling in a bitter
tumult. For the moment he felt himself a
criminal, a devil who had come iuto an
Eden and worked its destruction. He saw
the strange, luxurious cabin home of the
Garcins as it was when he first entered it;
he saw little Lalie, dark, sweet, full of
health and bubbling over with animal hap
piness, and then he saw Pelicie going about
at Bochon place contented and serene.
"What a change since he camel Had he
caused all this? Had his coming into this
lovely and beautiful nook of the South set
sinister influences to work by which had
been engendere 1 a resistless impulse of evil?
Every scene of the past few weeks flashed
before him with a vividness of reality. He
eaw the spinet in Lalie's room, her fantastic
little hat lay on it; he heard her sing an old
French ditty. His rambles in the verdurous
and odorous woods, his satisfaction in
sketching scenes so new and 6trange to him,
his portrait and sketches of Lalie, all these
and then the battle and his hand to hand
conflict with Bochon came up in his
memory. It was as y he were living them
over again.
The breeze freshened as the eIood nassed
from the lee of the bluffs and Orton gave or
der to the sailors to keep well away from
the row fairly flying little boat He saw
the shore begin to sink and assume its true
proportions, the masses of forest with
marshy openings between taking on fantas
tic forms under the influence of motion and
the brilliant moonlignt The Bochon man
sion, with its flanking rows of outhouses,
loomed heavily against the almost purple
sky, the pointed roof and wwer-like chim
neys appearing to almost touch the low
hanging clusters of western stars. Curious v
enough Orton, at sight of the house, felt a
deep touch of regret for old Bochon. Some
how the man with his master will, his giant
form and his gusty humor had impressed
him and won upon him as some old heatnen
hero might have done. To the young man's
imagination the doughty and "stormy old
out-law had presented himself in the atti
tude of a figure of romance set upon the
doubtful line between heroism and degraded,
criminal masterhood. About him hung the
nameless fascination, the singular personal
magnetism which belongs to extraordinary
quality of mind aud physique.
A light shone from the Itochon house
while Orton was gazing, a mere flicker, like
the flame of a lamp. In an instant he felt
what it meant, for already a roll of black
smoke was tumbling above one of the out
houses. The beautiful place was in the
hands of its enemies. A glance northward
showed two or three of Garcin's smacks and
his schooner rounding Magnolia point
"truly the departure from Itochon place had
been none too soon. A swivel was fired
from the schooner, probably as a signal,
and at the same time it was plain that pur
suit was intended.
The Lilv, admirably handled by Bobo
and Lalie, was gaining steadily upon the
sloop. It soon would be within gunshot.
Orton said nothing more to his men until
the time came for decisive action, and even
then he knew not what was best He could
not order them to fire upon the little boat.
How could he do that? How could he say
to one of those dark, brutal sailors: "Shoot
Lalie Garcin?"
A shot from the Lilv whistled owr ifcp
sloop't deck. Nothing but the motion of
the vessel could have thwarted the girl's
faultless aim. Another flash at the bow of
the little pursuer and one of the sailors
clapped his hand on his ear where the bul
let had touched it. The two vessels now
flew apart, not having the same course. Or
ton could not see plainly, but he knew well
who had fired those shots and he felt that
the time had come when he must act: but
how? Two of his men had brought up
their heavy muskets and were excitedly
preparing for the next approach of the
Lilv.
Put down your guns," he ordered firmly J
uui, iujeu-, auu listen to wnat i. say.
They obeyed, rather sullenly and with a
dull look ot inquiry.
'There is a woman in that boat," he went
on, "a woman who is mv friend.. If von fire
yon may hurt her. If you can kill the man
without endangering her, do it; but," and
here he handled the hammer of his own gun,
"and if you hurt her I will kill him who
does it; remember that."
Meantime the Bochon mansion was show
ing fire through every window, and a heavy
cloud of dark smoke was slanting upward
and away from the roof.
It was just as the flames burstout atmanv
places, with a great flare and flash lighting
up the water and flinging a wild light over
the breeze-tossed woods, that Orton heard
Felicie's voice. Turning about he saw her
coming upon deck. She was very pale, and
the reflection of the distant firoli-m : i,.
face exaggerated her appearance of excite- 1
Meantime the Lily had come about and
was heading so as to cross the course of tb e
sloop and very near her bows. Felir je
lifted her clasped hands above her head and
looked fixedly at the wavering tongues of
flame that were lapping the roof of thr. man
sion. "
For the moment Orton forgot ev ervthinc
else in the rush of tender feeling. He bur
ned to where she stood, and, pasv ne an arm
gently around her, strove to tae her back
to the cabin again. She scarcely noticed
him. The scene upon which -he was look
ing sepmed to have fixed h er to the floor.
In n little while, however, she had realized
the whole situation, and she strove mightily
to be strong and brave.
, Garcin's verbis were not as fast as the
sloop They 'lCn back graOnally and soon
Ivt-1 Velll B'ovcr the chase; but
tne L,uj, ,jte some courageous little bird
"""'y,r''1" a hawk, ept back and forth,
now '.nd again coming near enough for the
n, to flash its spiteful fire in the direction
JP the sloop's deck. But quite a sea wason,"
Ae waves rising higher everv moment, and
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me iuui; w naou ur&aeu, ana tumoiea
that accuracy of aim from her deck.was al
together impossible. Ortpn. however, re-
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membering with a shudder that Felicie had
been the especial mark of that gun, almost
forcd her back into the cabin.
It was just as they started down the nar-
l row little stairs that Orton felt a heavy,
nummng mow on ois arm wnicn smi en
circled Mile. Bochon's waist At the same
time raug out the sharp, slender report of
Lalie's gun almost under the prow of the
sloop.
Felicie uttered a quick cry of pain and
sank as if fainting, while Orton with great
est difficulty prevented her from falling be
low. He knew that she was hit in the side,
for the bullet had passed through his arm,
making a slight wound. As he staggered
down the stairs with his precious burden he
saw the flames all meet in one grand blaze
above the sinkingroof of Bochon place.
The rough ere w of the sloop were not the
men to tamely bear a thing of this sort. No
sooner was Orton out of siirht than they hur
riedly rolled forward a clumsy little carron
ade loaded to the muzzle with musket balls;
at the same time the sloop's course was
changed several points, so as to bring her
quickly within range of the Lily, which
was again coming about The explosion
shook the sloop from jib-boom to stern-post
The Lily was lairly lifted out of the water,
not so much by the missiles hurled against
her as by the sudden side-flow which jnst
then struck her. It was a critical moment,
even without the blast from the carronade,
and when a ball struck Bobo in thejiead he
tumbled overboard and the boat was cap
sized. As the sloop rushed on, grazing the
tumbling and tossing hull, a small figure
crawled upon the wreck and clung desper
ately to it
Orton knew well what themen had meant
bv finne'tbe carronade. nor was he sorry
for the moment that they had disobeyed his
order. Of course, he was ignorant of the
result; indeed, he scarcely gave a thought
to it as he knelt beside Felicie, trying to
stop the bleeding of her wound. The ser
vant women were wailing around him and
the vessel was rolling uncomfortably.
The glare from the burning mansion was
sinking lower, softened by distance and bv
thedes traction of more inflammable material.
The moon was shining serenely and there
was little in any visible aspect of nature to
suggest the gale which was soon to rage
across the gulf. The sloop was forced to
seek shelter between some outlying islands
of the Chandeleurs, where she lay at anchor
for two days before she was able to resume
her course.
It would not be a pleasing part of this
rapid and imperfect sketch if the suffering
of Mile. Bochon should be described here.
Her wound was deep and must have been
dingerous to her life under the most favora
ble circumstances; as it was she arrived at
New Orleans in a delirium, and for two
months tne balance between death and re
covery wavered pathetically, while Orton
lingered about, like the ghost of his former
self, a prey to all sorts ot romantic qualms
of conscience and haunted by the memory
of the strange scenes through which he had
been hurried. Nor was trouble at an end
when at last Felicie was pronounced out of
danger. The yellow fever swept over New
Orleans that summer with dreadful effect
Orton was one of the first to contract the
malady in the most healthful part of the
city, and when he arose from his bed his
fine physique was completely shattered for
the time.
If I now tell the reader that this story is
not fiction that it is little changed in the
writing from the tradition which anybody
may find on the spot it will not, I hope,
detract from its interest Orton's letters.
still in the hands of his descendants, agree
quite well (in their statements of facts) with
the legend as it is told by French speaking
grandmothers to dusky listeners under the
vices aud fig trees of the west coast of Bay
St Louis. Strange enough it is to find that
Lalie Garcin escaped being drowned, and
was picked up by one of her father's boats.
She is said to have lived to a great age,
probably a little crazed; at least she was
very eccentric, and a fortune teller in her
later years.
Orton and Felicie were married, and
were afterward for a lone while residing in
one of the chief cities of Europe, where he
was an official representative of the United
States. They kept the romance of their
first meeting and the incidents following it
as much hidden as possible, bnt a story so
picturesque and so out of the common order
of life could not be kept forever from the
public
Near the site of the old Bochon mansion
the action of the spring or autumn storm
waves often lays bare for awhile the remains
of a rude brick oven, and the legend runs
that in this the old king of the coast used
to roast his refractory slaves and cook
brown his most dangerous mutineers. A
grim relic of such a character and the few
fragments of beantiful old china picked up
by tourists are the only remnants left of the
household belongings of the most note
worthy outlaws ever resident on the coast of
Mississippi.
the end.
Copyright, 18S9, by Maurice Thompson.
TEN MILES FOR TWE.NTX NUTS.
A Female Squirrel's Prodlelom Feat to
Feed Ita Slate.
An Ansonia special to the New York
Sun says: The Psalmist's injunction to the
lazy man to go to the ant for an example of
industry has lost its force for a Danbury
farmer, who points to the squirrel as afford
ing an instance of agility, quickness and
hard work. Last fall he stored several
bushels of butternuts in the second story of
his corn house, and recently he noticed that
they were disappearing much faster than
the legitimate demands for his family sap
ply warranted.
He discovered soon afterward that a
squirrel, a small red one, which the farmer's
boys call "chipmunks," had found a hole
tinder the eaves of the building, and was
stocking her storehouse with the nuts the
farmer had gathered. As an experiment to
learn how rapidly the squirrel had worked,
he removed all but 20 of the nuts and set a
watch upon them. Six hours afterward
every nut was gone. The distance from the
corn house to the tree where the squirrel
had its nest was just SO rods. In going for
a nut and returning with it the sprightly
little animal had to travel a distance ot ICO
rods. Computation showed that the theft
of the 20 nuts required just ten miles of
travel.
But this did not include all. Several
times dogs frightened the squirrel, and it
had to turn back, and twice the family cat
got after it, requiring it to take a circuit
ous route to reach the storehouse. The nest
was examined soon afterward, and a big,fat,
lazy male squirrel was found snoozing
quietly while Sis little mate was perform
ing a 'prodigious feat to supply him with
food.
An Interrupted Hnnt.
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Little Johnny Prendergast (playing "In
dians") The lone chief of the Wampum
wamps feel'" the hot blood of the chase in his
nostrils! He will, before the sun sets be
hind the rockies; cut the thousandth notch
in his trusty gun tor another buffalo.
Old Cora (the cow) Them flies is gettin'
mnnn eariv inn yeir.-twjc
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THE PANIC W PAEIS.
A Glimpse at the Operations on the
Bourse and a History of the
DEFDKCr COPPER SYNDICATE.
Collection of Pictures That May
Thrown on the Market,
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HOW BLAINE WAS CALLED TO DINNEB
rcORBXSFOXSXXCX OT TEE EIBPJlTCn.l
AEIS, March 18. It
was very lively last
week, on the. Paris
Pourse, and there was
such a run on the Comp
toir d'Escompte,a finan
cial "institution second
only to the Back of
France, that no less
than 523,000,000 were
paid out in three days
to a clamoring multitude!
It all, .came about on account of the cop
per corner. In one of Labiohe's farcical
comedies there is an amusing scene be
tween -the daughter of a financier and a
timid young fellow who is to be her future
husband. The old gentleman has a marked
weakness for men on the Stock Exchange,
and therefore he must be deceived before
the marriage of his daughter ean be looked
on as a foregone conclusion, so the young
lady says to her fiance:
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THE PAEIS BOURSE.
"See here, dearest, you must hurry up
aud make a business for yourself; you aust
buy and sell 'a term' or 'comptant,' and
be somebody.
The young man looked at her as if he did
not understand the meaning of all this. She
continued:
"Let us see, mon ami; I understand street
affairs, so listen. You must go to the Corn
Exchange "
"With pleasure."
"Once there, you call out loudly: 'I have
1,000 sacks of wheat I will sell 1,000 sacks
of wheat Who will buy 1,000 sacks of
wheat?' and so on."
HE DIDN'T TTNDEBSTAND.
"But, mademoiselle, how can I sell 1,000
sacks of wheat when I have not one single
sack to my name?"
"Oh, that does not matter; when youhave
sold the wheat which you do not possess,
you must buy sugar from men who have
none, but who sell it to you all the same.
That is what is meant by dealing on the
Bourse."
This clear, lucid explanation is greeted
by the audience with roars of laughter. The
attempt to corner copper, like all other
transactions of this kind, is part of a prin
ciple, very simple in itself, but very diffi
cult to explain, and which might be called
the suppression of concurrence. If by any
means whatever X can obtain possession of
all the copper in the world, those who need
it will be obliged to buy it from X at his
own price, and as he has no fear of competi
tion, he can sell it at any price he chooses.
This is'precisely the operation that certain
French financial concerns have been re
cently attempting. They bought in block
all the copper on hand, and in all the mines
of the world, and immediately raised very
considerably the price of that commodity.
Unluckily for the monopolists and fortu
nately for the manufacturers there was soon
a surplus, and, moreover, the latter began
using the old copper and would not touch
the new output until the last extremity.
TOO BIO A CONTRACT.
Meanwhile, as the production continued
and the stock in hand increased, the syndi
cate, bound by its treaties, had to face its
engagements, Denfert-Bochereau, managing
director of the Comptoir d Escompte,
afraid to do so, committed snicide, and
affairs are in such a bad condition that no
one can yet tell what will be the end of it
all. Any number of speculators have
failed, several big brokers lost heavily, and
the Comptoir d' Escompte itself would have
been in the soup if the Minister of Finance
had not personally urged the Bank of
France and the Bothschilds to go to its
assistance.
This time, however, the krach does not
greatly affect the public in general, as
with some exceptions, it only touches those
who possess mining shares. The Metaux
were always considered very heavy shares
to carry, and the "Haute Banque" is al
most alone in this vexatious adventure.
To deal on the Bourse (Jouer a la Bourse)
is to sell what one has not, and will never
have; and the Parisian bulls play "a la
hausse," while "a la baisse" is what the
"bears", are working for. I may add that
"comptant" is a cash operation, but
usually speculative transactions are spoken
of as being "a terme,"" and they are closed
at fixed dates, which in nearly all cases are
the ISth and the -last day of the month:
there are, however, a few exceptions to this
jrule.
FIGHTING FOE LIFE.
All this is but a part of that existence
which is known here as "LavieParisienne."
The great Capital is a town in which nearly
everybody must fight for life, and throw all
his energies into artificial resources. Some
go to the clubs, some to the Bourse, and,
under one form or another, it is a gambling
game that is forever going on. After the
smash of the Union General society men
suffered through the depreciation of
money.
The richer ones retired to their estates for
a year or two, while those not so well off had
to face the disaster by sacrificing their for
tune, and taking to commerce. As for the
speculators, they were ruined and the greater
part took to agriculture or to the breeding
of cattle iu far off countries. Some of these
returned in a few months to wander through
the Bourse colonnades, but swore they'd ex
amine most carefully all values before en
gaging in them, and especially would tbey
ayoid those deals, the movements of which
depend on a group ot speculators, that is to
say, the touching of shares which represent
nothing, and for which the bulls themselves
cannot ever give a good reason.
The women, erandes dames of the aristo
cratic faubourgs, and plebeian ladies also,
are in the swim of Bourse speculation al
most as much as men folk. One of the up
per ten bonghtUio Tinto in packages of ten,
fifteen, and twenty thousand, and gained
millions she vwas- well tipped, had a most
etiinoccfnl nnmpT nf 5t TinfnTO fh UwlifniY
struck, and got out of thVdeaf "with atsniiiji
jon of francs gained in a fortnight. Other
ladies were, however, not so fortunate.
CLOSE TO THE SCENE.
It was a curious sight, that of ten and
women breakfasting at Champeanr, so as to
be near the spot, and about 2 o'clock of an
afternoon Unas been nothing uncommon to
see several mysteridns. looking coupes
standing at the corner of the place with
agents at the carriage door communicating
the latest quotation to an invisible and pre
sumably fair client.
I learned another thing last week while
in the neighborhood of the Bourse of an
industry carripd on there which is certainly
very ingenious, but as to its morality
well, judge for yourselves. Near the Bue
Vivienne is a "bureau de change," the
manager of which has adopted as a specialty
to exchange values that do not exist for
stocks and bonds that have never seen the
light of day. The old man behind the
spectacles who directs the business in that
office has not very much money in hand,
but he has plenty of collateral on paper
bine, red and green shares with violet lines
running through them, all admirably en
graved, and with signatures that have the
look or authenticity.
"What is the good of, this commerce and
where are the profits? Well. I will tell
you, for this is a case where bogus values
are worth much big money. For instance,
a husband makes away with his wife's
dowry, or a father squanders his children's
inheritance, thereupon the family demand
severely the return ot the lost fortune, some
times very considerable, and which the man
cannot possibly justify.
ONE LITTLE SCHEME.
He goes to'tbis agent near the Bue Yivi
enne, and buys on good terms, say 200
shares, with a memorandum all in order and
antedated, representing a good round in
vestment The day of reckoning comes,
there is a deficit of 20,000 and the father or
the husband is to bat
r-
"As for these 100,000 francs," he says, "I
was unlucky enough to confide in a splendid
affair, which was recommended to me, and
which promised well. Anxious to increase
my children's fortune, I did not hesitate to
buy 200 shares in the Kalamaznms, and I
was taken in like other unfortunate share
holders; but I am not culpable."
The old agent behind the spectacles sold
this man 200 shares for just 10 louis, fancy
borders included, and this pleasant rascal
ity has come to be quite a Parisian indus
try. On general principles it is best to be
distrustful always of what goes on in stock
exchanges, boards of trades and gambling
rooms, and -remember what the old Baron
Bothschild once said. French rentes had
fallen suddenly, aud without any apparent
reason, so a simple-minded friend of the
Baron asked him the cause of this unex
pected, movement
"WHAT TO KNO'W.
"My dear friend," replied Bothschild,
with a melancholy shake of the head, "if I
knew why the fi per cents rise and why they
fall I should know how to make mv for
tune." J
Going back to Secretan, President of the
copper syndicate, the question now is, will
he have to sell his famous collection of
pictures? Some years ago he purchased the
Hotel Pillet-'WiIl, in Bue de Mencey, and
commenced his collection, but the number
of pictures increased so rapidly there were
not sufficient rooms, so he had to build an
annex for them. His collection consists of
200 or so canvases, much bric-a-brac, and
one piecejof modern sculpture, the original
Diana bj; Falguiere. Several pictures are
by old masters, chiefly Flemish,Van Dycks,
OsUde, Teniers, Cuyp, Mieris, and there is
a splendid Bubens.
Perhaps the gem is a 'veritable chef
d'eeuvre by Piter de Hoog; it was formerly
in the Nariskine collection. M. Detoer Bey
offered 150,000 francs for it, and Secretan got
it for 100,000. In 1881 these same gentle
men came into collision again over Millet's
"Angelus,. but they agreed to draw lots for
it, and Secretan won, although he had to
pay 160,000 francs for it, but he sold it to
Petit, the picture dealer, who had it en
graved. Then Secretan rebought it for 20,
000 more than he had sold it for, and he has
since refused $100,000 for it from Mr. Bocke
felier. It stands on an easel, in a sanctum,
draped with plush, a witness to the dog-in-the-manger
feeling -which has always char
acterized the present owner.
QUITE A COLLECTION.
The collection is believed to contain three
Millets, ten Troyon, eight Bousseau, among
which is the "Hutte des Charbonniers,"
for which he paid 53,000, two each of Dela
croix, Deschamps. Jules, Dupre, and Cor
tot, half a dozen Fromentius, and no fewer
than twenty-two by Messonier. The whole
collection cost him eleven or twelve million
francs; but it is not believed that he can sell
tnem lor more than seven or eight millions,
although it is rumored here that Mr. Van
derbilt has bought the whole lot, paying
therefore 52,000.000.
Apropos of the return of the Duo d'Au
male from exile, a rather curious and cer
tainly very pleasant incident occured at the
dinner of the Society des Bibliophiles at
the Lion d'Or last Tuesday. Among those
present were Madame Edmund Adam, edi
tor of the Nowelle Revue, MM. Jules
Claretie, Beraldi, Brivois, Henri Hous
saye, Dr. Cnsco, Soulacrup, Henri Meil
hac, Boger Portalis; Lauzel, Parzan, etc.,
and' his Boyal Highness. "WTien all the
guests were assembled the maitre d'hotel
announced dinner in these terms:
"Madame Adam et Monseigneur etc.
servi." and the Prince gave his arm to the
talented lady, who was the only one of her
sex at the table.
A NEW WBrXKXE.
I think this is the first time that two per
sons' names have been thus ooupled. Usually
the custom in private houses is for the but
ler or other servant to open the -doors lead
ing to the dining room and say, not too
loudly, "Madame est servi;" sometimes he
simply saTS, in French of course, "Dinner
is served," and I have even heard the
maitre d'hotel of a noble family say, "It is
served;.' but the rule is to inform the lady of
the house in the manner quoted.
"When a dinner is given to some grand
personage then the announcement is made
to him. Thus, when the Prince of Wales
was dined by the Princess de Sagan the
butler exclaimed: "Monseigneur est servi "
and when Mr. Blaine was in Paris, nt' a
dinner given in Ms honor, the "Jeems" of
the house called the guests to grnb in these
words: "L'honourable Monsieur Blaine est
servL" Henet Hatnie.
Hon it Ever Endedt
Terre Eante Express.
Said Mr. Booker My wife and I have
been married 11 years and never had but
one quarrel.
"When was that?" asked one of his aud
itors. - '
, "It commenced abouta year after we were
jsmrrled,"iaid he sadlv. "- te.T'
CHASING CHEYEffiES.
The Sad. Tidings of the Massacre of
the Gallant Coster.
r
EIGHTI-PIYE MILES ON THE JUMP.
Cody's Duel and the Death of the Chey
enne Braye, "Yellow Hand."
A DAWN WELL WORTH EEMEMBEEING
(WJUTTJOr TOB TUB DISPATCH.
UE chase after the
Sioux on July 3 had
made our presence
west of the Black
Hills well known to
all the Indians at the
reservation. No more
could take that route
in coins to reinforce
Sitting Bull, and General Merritt was
prompt to accept the situation. Early the
next morning, the "glorious Fourth," while
the assembled thousands of the nation were
having a gorgeous time at the centennial at
Philadelphia, we fellows of the Fifth
Cavalry were riding through oloads of alkali
dust up the valley 0f the South Cheyenne,
and scouting out the Indian trails south
west of the Bills.
On the 6th we were camped along the
banks of what was then called Sage creek,
near a little outpost where a small detach
ment of infantry guarded the road, the
spring and a stage station. The stages had
quit running, for it was almost certain death
to ride the Black Hills road this centennial
summer, and only in large parties and with
strong escorts did the miners venture to push
their way thither.
A courier had been sent to Fort Laramie
with report of the situation, and, while
awaiting general Sheridan's orders, we-
grazed our horses all day 'of the 6th, and
were at it again on the hot morning of the
7th, and husily engaged in fighting flies, and
a party of us junior officers were just com
ing up from a refreshing dip in a pool under
the willows, when Buffalo Bill came toward
us, his handsome face clouded with deep
trouble, and simply stunned us by the an
nouncement: "Custer and most of the Sev
enteenth wiped out of existence. The Gen
eral has the official dispatch."
AN ASTONISHED CAMP.
Then we knew, of course, that we would
be ordered forthwith to march to the Big
Horn to reinforce General Crook, on whom
the Indians would now be able to concen
trate their entire force. Very little was
said. The whole camp seemed awe-stricken,
and there was only one man in the regiment
who did not appear eager for the coming of
the order. The longing to do something to
avenge that disaster to our comrade regiment
was uppermost in every heart except one,
and Merritt sent that individual about his
business as soon as we got within reaching
distance of Fort Laramie, and the muster
rolls of the Fifth Cavalry were relieved of a
name which no one mentioned but with
contempt
Not until the 11th of July, however, did
orders reach us from Sheridan. On the
morning of the 12th we were taking the
back track for the Platte river, with in
structions to refit at Laramie, march by the
south bank to Fetterman, then push out
northward for Tongue river, where we
-would find Crook in his intrenched camp.
That night we campedaround the Cardinal's
Chair in Niobrara valley, wet to the skin
from a previous rainstorm. The next night
we were under the lee of friendly old Baw
hide peak, and fully expected at dawn to
make a long day's march southward for
Laramie.
What was our surprise, however, when, as
we mounted and silently moved away, the
uolonei turned tne head of column east
ward, and down the Rawhide we rode until,
at noon, we halted and unsaddled at the
point where the stream is crossed by the
wagon track from Fort Laramie to the
great reservation, aud the reason was soon
given.
TNEASY BEDS.
Eight hundred Indians of the Southern
Cheyenne tribe had been having war dances
and loading up with ammunition and sup
plies, and the infantry commander at the
nearest post felt so certain of their intention
that he sent couriers to warn Merritt. Of
course the Indian agents saw nothing alarm
ing in these preparations, but Major Jordan
got news that made him believe they meant
to "jump" and rush to join Sitting Bull.
They had no grievance. They were well
fed, clothed, cared for by the Government
They simply couldn't stand being "lookers
on" when their comrades were having such
a revel in scalps and plunder. Major Jor
dan, with his little force, couldn't stop
them, especially as they had two or three
ponies apiece, and he had nothing but foot
troops. Merritt was ordered in exactlv the
opposite direction, but Merritt well knew
what Sheridan would require of him if he
could but see the situation. He turned to
ward the danger point, and sure enough,
just at noon on Saturday, the 15th, there
came to him authentic tidings from the res
ervation. Colonel Stanton, who had been
sent thither to look into the situation, dashed
off in a few words the news that on Sunday
at dawn the Cheyennes would leave in a
body."
Now came Merritt's opportunity. It was
70 'miles by road to where these Indians
were camped. It would never do to push
straight for the reservations. That would
only drive them out ahead ,of us. Their
course would be northwesterly, and they
would cross the Cheyenne near where we
were camped on the 1st of July. Merritt
determined to move at once, to go back on
his own tracks a roundabout course ut
terly blinding them as to his intentions; to
let them get away from the reservations,
but to throw himself across their path
among the "breaks" of Hat or Indian
Creek, and thrash them well for their
treachery.
A LONO FULL.
Eighty-five miles in 31 hours! Nothing
to speak of by steam, rail, stage or pony ex
press, but something of an exploit when it
means that a column of cavalry has made
that distance in that time, and every horse
and jnan is "fit" and ready for anvthins
that may turn un on the morrow. No fires
are allowed. All except the guard "turn
in" for a night's rest. I was officer of the
guard last night at the Niobrara, but Com
pany "K" is detailed en masse for camp
guard and picket duty to-night, and that
means me again.
GeneralMerrit directs me to take six men
and post myself with them at a ridge a few
hundred yards to the southeast and keep
vigilant watch for anything and everything
that may come from that direction. If any
where, the Cheyennes mutt be over in the
breaks just beyond the high ridge we had
marked something like two miles away.
"Call me at 3:30," he says and rolls himself
in his blanket by the side of a fallen Cot
tonwood, r
The skies are cloudless, the stars brilliant,
the night still as still can be. Once or twice
as I go making the rounds with my old cap
tain we hear the coyotes yelping out on the
prairie and the beavers splashing above
their dam in the stream. At 3 the morn
begins to grow chilly, and the coyotes be
come more noisy and numerous. The Gen
eral is sleeping like a weasel when I bend
over to call him and is up in an instant
"Any signs of em yet?" he asks. "Not
yet, sir. It is jnst daybreak and'Igoback
to my picket post at the fort."
IN THE EABLT DAWN.
Corporal Wilkinson and I, lying prone at
the summit while the rest of our party lurk
in the hollow behind us, are scouting the
distant ridge with field glasses. The sun is
not vet up when he suddenly exclaims:
y "Look.,Lientenant Thoreare'Indinnsl"
7Jvi2flSft&.-iMs?,r .
" And sure enough, there they are, six,
eight, a dozen of them scurrying to and fro
on their nimble ponies and evidently in
great excitement I sent a man to tfarn the
General, and in ten minutes out he comes
with Buffalo Bill and half a dozen officers.
They remain in saddle down in the shadows
under the little knoll where they cannot be
seen from the front, while he dismounts, joins
me at the top and takes a long look at the war
riors darting about on the ridge nearly two
miles away. These movements are a puz
zle. They seem watching some object off to
the west Cody dismounts and joins us;
takes a long look and says: "I'm damned
if I know what those fellows are fooling
about." More and .more of them pop into
sight and then oust as the sun peeps oyer
the horizon it flashes upon some glistening
white objects off to the southwest "The
wagon train, by all that's wonderful!"
"What's to prevent their1 attacking it?"
is the question asked by one of the staff.
"Nothing," answers the general quietly.
"I only hope they -willso does .Hall. He
has two companies of infantry hjdden'unQer
those wagon covers and wouldn't ask any
thing better."
AN EXCITING SCENE.
But now comes a new excitement Half
a mile out in front of the Wagon train,
riding toward us at easy lope, come two
horsemen. They know we are down here
under, the bluffs, but the Cheyennes don't
even dream of it. We know the Cheyennes
are swarming along that ridge, but'nobody
at the train has the faintest inkling of it.
Presently, down a shallow ravine, hidden
from the train and separated from the trail
by a longue tongue of prairie "point,"
down full tilt, swinging, swaying, bounding
alo&g on their nettlesome ponies, a little
band of Indians comes darting straight
toward us. Cody sees their object at a
glance.
"By Jove! General. -They are coming
down trying to surprise those two riders.
They expect to meet 'em right here in front
of us. Let us mount this party and we can
get 'em!"
"Up with you, menl" is the order. "Be
ready to follow Cody. You stay here," he
says to me; "watch until they ore close
under you. Then give the word."
And down he slides to his men below,
while Bill and balf-a dozen troopers spring
into saddle, thrust cartridges into their rifles
and crouch eager for a spring. Looking
forward I can see the distant ridge lined
with Indians, hidden from the train yet vis
ible to me. Midway to them the shallow
ravine is filled with the rapidly advancing
war party, the sunshine gleaming on their
naked, painted bodies, their gorgeous war
bonnets, shields and glistening ornaments.
Over to the right front come the two cour
iers, utterly unconscious of the death-dealing
gang that is nearing them at every
jump, and I all alone on the little mound,
am enjoying one of the most stirring pic
tures ot savage warfare it was ever my lot
to see.
WAITING IN AMBUSH.
Nearer they come. I can hear the bound
ing hoofs of the ponies now, only 600 yards
away. Glancing back I see Bill, foremost
of our little party; his kindling eyes watch
ing for my signal. "All ready, general?"
"All ready, give the word when you like"
is the low answer. Nearer and nearer they
come. I wait until their gorgeous leader is
not more than 20 yards from the little knoll,
then wave my hand and yell.
"Now, lads!" crash and bang and hur
rah! Wild warring yells of the Cheyennes.
A vision of darting ponies, of streaming
war bonnets; a fusilade of carbines and pis
tols; a rush of hoofs, a dozen things at once
seem crowding on my senses as I catch my
own corse, bound into saddleand go gallop
ing out to join Bill. The first thing I see is
our chief of scouts darting full tilt ata mag
nificent specimen of the Indian warrior;
flash go both rifles almost at the instant
And alter a wild bound or two the warrior's
pony plunges headlong, and the rider limps
desperately towards the yelling comrades
who are dashing down to the rescue.
Why the whole ridge seemed suddenly
to bristle with red and feathered warriors
whirling, yelling, raging down to annihilate
the little band of white men who had dared
attack their advance. Bill is off his horse
in an instant; kneels, takes 'deliberate aim;
the flame juts from the muzzle of his rifle
and with a wil cry the Cheyenne pitches
headforemost upon the sward with a bullet
through his brain.
BEATEN AT THEIE OWN GAME.
Then there are shouts of warning. "Look
out! Look out!" as the thunder of hoofs
and yells of rage and defiance tell the com
ing of the Cheyennes sweeping down upon
us, but Merritt is ready for them, too, and,
glancing over my shoulder, I see my own
troop, "K," with Mason at its head, in long
extended line come trotting up over the
bluffs, with Montgomery's Grays just be
hind them. "Drive 'em, Mason," are the
only orders I hear as I gallop over and take
my place in front of my own platoon, and
then straight at the Cheyennes we go; troop
after troop darting up the bluffs and spread
ing out to the right and left as they ride in
support.
It is a brilliant and stirring sight, but
lasts only a few minutes, for the Cheyennes
for once in their lives are beaten at their
own game, and know it Utterly amazed
at the appearance in their lront of the regi
ment they thought to be 70 of 100 miles
away to the south, they leave "Yellow
Hand" and one of his brethren stretched
dead upon the sward, they drop their pots
and kettle8,.pack saddles and blankets and
away, away they go scurrying for the safety
of the reservation at a speed that baffles pur
suit Sitting Bull never got those fellows
as allies at least Buffalo Bill had one
more feather in his cap, and Merritt had
won the name of outwitting an Indian at
"his own tactics. That night how the old
men and squaws crowded around us at Bed
Cloud! How they whispered together and
pointed at Buffalo Bill! 1 have hAd longer
and harder rides in 48 hours than that one
proved to be, but none that ever were at
tended with such results.
Chables Kino, U. S. A.
He Got Even.
Minneapolis Tribune. J
"Will you be my wife?" he passionately
asked Miss Passe, worth half a million.
"No, I cannot, but I will always be a
sis"
"Alas! that can never be," he murmured
sadly.
"And why not?"
"Because I am too young to be your
brother. Perhaps, however, I might be
your step-brother by your lather's second
wife," and a diabolical smile lighted 'up
his feature!) as he bowed and left ner pres
ence. In Colon Tliere Is Strcneth.
NewTork Snu.J
First Policeman (after several unsuccess
ful attempts to overpower his man) What
shall we do?
Secpnd Policeman Let us club together.
We can take him then.
Bough on tbo Razor.
Mrs. Peters Doaa swear so, Clem.
Taint k'rect!
Mr. Peters I can't help it. To know
dat Simmison coon I done arzufied wiv at
d' ball last night?
Mrs. Peters Umpah. - j,
MrPetersI'm'fyin''f he,dWhab on
i-fc5rsse5SS32SaflBigs
ONE EDITOR'S HOME,
The Magnificent Villard House How
Owned by Whitelaw Eeid,
OUR NEW MINISTER TO FRAHCE.
The Italian Influence Upon the Architec
ture of America.
A GLANCE AT TAKDEEBILTS MANSION
rWRITTXS TOB TBS DISPATCH.!
The Benaissance, as we derive it in this
country, comes through the French rather
than more directly
from the land of its
birth, Italy. The most
prominent influence is
that of. the transitional
periadTrom the French
GothTe into thd Be
naissance, which was
at its height , dar
ing the reign of
Francis L Of this
there are some mag
nificent examples in
New York City, as we
shall see.
The lofty vaults, the
arches,the processional
pillars and cold splen
dor of materials that
distinguished Italian
Bacchus. interiors do not adapt
easily either to our climate or our manner
of living, unless it shall yet prove to the
contrary on the Pacifio coast and in the
land of gold. There are. however, some ex
amples of houses and of decoration of which
Italy is the direct inspiration, and these are
surpassed in magnificence by nothing else J
HA1I, IN WIUTKLA
in this country. One of these is the Villard
house, now the property of Mr. Whitelaw
Beid. Another is the water-color room of
Mrs. Cornelius Yanderbilt to which may
be added tne details of the dining room,
consisting of work of a kind not done before
in three centuries.
ONE STYLE.
The Yillard House is almost the only ex
ample of a consistent adherence to one
style, for in most of our fine houses we are
given samples as it were of the different de
corative schools and periods, and, with an
impartiality which ought to prove their
owners truly cosmopolitan. The Yillard
House is one wing of a group of seven houses
that have been distributed within the pro
portions of an Italian palace. The house
was built at a time when Queen Anne was
rampant, and its calm exterior and straight
lines were at first disappointing to people
who bad been educated, toward gables and
flying forms.
The entrance is through the court. The
vestibule is large and lofty, and gives the
note of the house. It is lined with Siena
marble, with a deep frieze of marble mosaic
in upright slender floral forms. A crystal
lamp hangs from the vaultt and broad
marble step3 lead up to glittering glass
doors that open into the main hall.
The hall runs at right angles and into the
central room of the drawing room suite at
one end, and into the music room at the
other. Here, it broadens and receives the
widesweep of the marble stairway. As will
be seen this length allows for thatrare thing
in an American house, a -vista, in this case
one that does not do violence to the ad
jective palatial. The hall has superb pro
portions, and it is floored, lined and ceiled
with marble. But injustice to the archi
tects and decorators one must add that the
first impression is not of magnificence of
material, but of color, light, gay, cheerful
color. This is acquired very subtly, for
there are no positive tints used.
EVEN THE AIB COLORED.
Some one has said that to go from this
hall into the drawing room was to emerge
from a bath of peaches and cream to one of
strawberries and cream. This is a crude
but effective way ot sujjgestine the two
color effects and the peculiarity in each case
is that the color does not seem to belong to
the flat surfaces but to stain the air. In the
hall it results from the two hucd marbles so
inextricably mingled. In the drawing
room it is a resultant tint irom manogany,
white wood and the embroidered silken
hangings.
The drawing room consists of three rooms,
or rather it is one room separated by panels
and pillars into three divisions. The pil
lars, pilasters and wainscoting are mahog
any, but the wood is everywhere only the
basis for ornament. This consists of light
graceful designs, in inlays of white wood
and mother of pearl, and amid its inter
lacings the monogram H. V. The wall
panels are hung with light yellow silk cov
ered with an all-over design embroidered in
red, or with these tints reversed. The
furniture is upholstered in the same man
ner. The mantels make panels of great
beauty. -The inlays are fit for museum
prices; the fire facings ore ot Mexican onyx.
Such a room, as may be imagined, is suf
ficient for itself, and is inhospitable for
bric-a-brac, pictures, and the usual adorn
ments of a drawing room.
The dining- room is opposite the grand
staircase and is entered through double oak
doors? One end of the room is recessed by a
perforated screen of oak into a small break
fast room. The mantel is of Yerona marble
copied from an old Italian piece, and has a
procession of buffaloes covered in low relief
as a frieze- The walls are wainscoted to
the ceiling in small panels, plain, except
where they merge into the frieze as German
legends written in inlays. The ceiling is
spanned by cross-beams, and within these
are color decorations of garlands and
women's faces executed by Mr. Francis H.
Lathrop. J
BEAUTIFUI. BOOBS.
Among the beautiful and unusual details
of this house are the doors leading from the
dining room into the music room. These
doors are of oak and over the surface
venetial ornament is traced in small copper
and brass nailsj The design at first does
'not annear. but at lencrth seema in npnotroj.
the"lirrfdeceiit shceu'that plays above' the
v waif OB wiv
S Bwa
writ
surface. A pretty feature is the elevator,
which -belongs' to a small cancald,hall.
This hall may be entered from the vestibule,
and is intended to be used on. gala occasions
that guests may reach the dressing-rooms
unobserved. These complete the state apart
ments, bat the house throughout with the
exception of a small boudoir, which is
French, is carried out with the same care
ful attention to consistency iu the detail.
Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt'; dining room,
as was remarked above, contains decoration:
which, except in extent, parallels fifteenth
century work. As decoration in kind had
not been done before in our time, it was in
evitably largely experimental, as will ap
pear. That Mr. Yanderbilt should have
consented to experiment carried on so
luxuriously is not only to his credit, but re
flects his confidence in the decorator, Mr.
John La Farge.
The dining room was intended to serve ia
part for a picture gallery, as the lighting in
dicates. The only side light is received
from a small conservatory, which fronts oa
the street The main light comes from an
oblong panel in the ceiling', filled with
opalescent glass, glass jewels introducing
the only positive color. It is thfe .frame
work of this panel which is in fact the rest
of the ceiling that receives the decoration.
It is made up of 14 oblong panels, inclcsed ,
between heavy oak beams, that are inlaid ,
with adouble Greek fret in mother of pearl.
DECOBAT1VE AET.
Four of these panels are alike. In the
center is the head of Apollo, as the sua
god, hammered from golden bronze. This "
is surrounded by a wreath, of which the
leaves are gTeen serpentine. At the end are
Loves, modeled and carved in Siena marble
and holding ribbons of mother of pearl. The
panel, which is of white mahogany, is then .
framed in a wreath of bronze and inclosed
in an egg and tongue molding of old oak.
Opposite the fireplace, which is paneled" to
the ceiling, in old oak and ornamented with
an interlacing design, inlaid in mother of
pearl, is a" panel containing the date of
erection in raised Boman numerals of
ivory.
At each end are wreaths of serpentine
with berries of coral and ivory. In line
with this, and on each side, axe two curious
panels enlarged from some carved ivories
preserved at Sens, France. These are
- W EETD'S HOUSE.
archaic designs of the sea and land. The
sea is symbolized by curving lines of mother
of pearl with Neptune and his trident and
mermaids' modeled in ivory and metals.
Busy little figures digging and carrying
flower pots represent land.
Three panels balance these on the oppo
siteside. The middle panel has a Boman
design, with a central ornament and large
flowers inlaid with mother of pearl; on each
side are clasped hands holding olive branches
of green serpentine. Of the flankine panels
one beara the word, "Hospitalitas," the
other "Amicitia," in large raised letters of
ivory, between leaves of serpentine and ber
ries'of coral and ivory. These are bnt
tributary to the four principal panels in
which both beauty of design and magnifi
cence of materials culminate. These inclose
full length figures of Bacchus, Ceres, Pom
ona and Actacon, modeled by Mr. Augustus
St Gaudens and incorporated in the splen
dor of marbles and metals with the ma
hogany of the panels.
PUEELT ITALIAN.
Through a portiere of cloth of gold bor
dered by Aeneais adventures in Carthaga
after Baphael's cartoons and executed io
embroidery, a corridor is reached leading to
the smoking room. This corridor is purely
Italian. It consists of a central V3uft and
two arcades. The floor is laid in small mar
ble mosaics, and the walls are covered with
a light brownvelours over which a Vene
tian design is traced in gold thread, and
under the amber tinted ceiling light gives a
beantiful sheeny surface. The arches rest
on square pillars of Siena marble, yieldin"
four T panels and four F panels. "
Other panels contain paintings illus
trating the seasons and four of the senses a
series of lonely feminine types as unhack
neyed as they are charming. In the semi
circles at the ends are two large paintings.
These are an allegorical representation. A
"Dawn" in a chariot drawn bytwo horses
with "Loves" as runners, and Venus is in a
boat drawn through a sedgy stream by
"Loves" pulling with mimic strength.
These paintings are by Mr. La Farge. The
room is lighted by an oblong panel in the
vault and with the intention of using the
corridor as a gallery for water colors.
Maei Gay Husiphbexs.
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
From the Follovrlnir Ic Will bo Seen That It
Depends Cpon the Name,
NewYork Scnj
What's in a name depends upon the
name. Aitnougn not generally known,
John Eyszcznski is'a Hoboken shoe dealer,
and Nathan Welschkenbaum- makes cloaks
in Bayard street, while Ludwig Jablonows
ki and Samuel Schimkowitski amuse them
selves and the public by making propagan
da. Nor is this alL Joseph Prysbjlski
plucked up enough courage recently to ac
cept a nomination for a local office in De
troit Althouch Mr. Prysbjlski was not
elected, he managed to get the whole town
worked up to a frenzy, by the effort to pro
nonnce hi pnnTinnfi. rna trA ;a nnw ta.
- -..w..-w, UAIUE UG . " " .
iaied to Air.xitacowowitchky, the Milwau
kee labor innronlict -!. nnt lum. nmt ftrdsrt
. - ,:.. . -' -" --. -o-
iu a political convention and cooiiy an-y
nonnced that, since no delegate thought fitjr
to nominate himora county office, heJoofcfT
great-pleasure in'presenting his own name.
Last, but not least, Joe Cboyinski is a San
Francisco prize fighter and a hard bitterS
Preparc'd for Iho Frar
Farmer Billings Well, boys, goia'-cobji
huntin'?
Mr Bliss No, sah; not teridayv ffe't
been requested ter go dowri terHMistah,
quesieu rer go Clown terMlStaDj
s ter help hira,floe;ifalele'roM,
his'n. Juo'flfl- J" 'f s.
jr-rinaers
mewl ob 1