-, !SjPWFWPi, ,!igg&ijtii0gtogg$i i . " ir -a w w m- .i.w -m .sr w - rwr"mw:-w-'iv tbt. ar r-.'w.-'st.-sf ',"-s . DISMTC MKdVari T 'THKP rfJ " PAGES9 TO 16. 'I " ' I '! HI T j - . K T JL. JL-JL. M. J J. JKL. JL. JL ' V- ' - -V. 'WV THE GREEK CHURCH. v Our Correspondent Calls Upon the " Patriarch of Jerusalem. A DESCRIPTION OP HIS CODET. The American Piljrims and Their Many Bushels of New Beads. CANDLE SELLING AND THE HOLT FIEE 1FBOU OCB TBATELtSO COMMISSI OKZIM irsox oub tkaveliso commissioner. ERTJSALEM July 22. I have jest had an audi ence with one of the highest relig ious functionar ies of the oriental world. The pa triarch of Jerusalem has charge of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and as the head of the Greek church in Syria, Palestine and Arabia, he is to his people the Pope of the East. The Greek Church contains about 62,000,000 members in Russia. A number equal to the popu lation of the United States. It has about 5,000,000 in Greece and Tur key, and it is in Jerusalem the most power ful and the richest church of all the denom inations represented there. There is no king in the world who ap pears in such splendor upon state occasions as the Patriarch of Jeru salem. He wears cloth of gold and his great hat is covered with magnificent diamonds, . THE PATBIAKCH EECEIVIITO VIBITOES. emeralds and rubies. His bishops, who inarch with him, have crosses of diamonds hanging to their necks,and their dresses are of gold and of silver brocade, and the mitre and other church implements are of solid gold and silver. In the treasury of the Greek Church here there are jewels which would make the treasury of many a palace commonplace, and the rich men and the tings of the world have for generations been The Patriarch of Jerusalem. giving to this collection, thinking that in so doing they have been buying their way iuto heaven. THE ORIGIN AI. CHUECH. The Greek church has a score of monas teries and convents in the holy city, and it can accommodate pilgrims by the thousand!, its believers come here from the borders of Siberia, from the isles of Greece and from the wilds of Arabia to worship, and as I write there are thousands of Russian pil grims paying tbeirdevotions in the gorgeous Greek chapel of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. The Greek church has a faith which might be called a cross between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism. It differs from Catholicism chiefly in denying the spiritual supremacy of the Pope, in its not prohibiting the celibacy of the clergy and in its authorizing all of its people to read the scriptures. It claims to be the original Christian chnrch, and says that the Ho man Catholics broke away from it. The troubles between the two branches of the church began three or four hundred years after Christ. It was a question as to what should be the rank of the patriarch of Constantinople, and as the Pope would not give in the trouble besan. It continued off and on until about 1,000 A. D., when the two churches broke apart, and the Greek church from that time has existed on its own footing. The church has five heads to govern different parts of its territories. One of these is the Czar of Russia, and he ap points all officials in the church in Russia. The other heads are the patriarchs of Jerusalem, Alexandria, Antioch and Con stantinople. These patriarchs are elected by the clergy and the laitv. They have limited terms of office, but the patriarch's power over the people is here in Jerusalem, to a large extent, that of a judge as well as of a Pope. He settles the disputes rff his people, and he has much the same power as Lad the patriarchs in the days of the past A GORGEOUS ESCORT. The patriarch of Jerusalem lives in one of the biggest and best mansions of the holy city. The American consul and myself in going to it wound in and out through nar row vaulted streets. We passed through arcades and with the aid of the consular canasses pushed our way through the dente crowds of pilgrims, Bedouins and Syrians which are filling the holy city dur ing this holy week. We went, of course, in oriental state, dressed in our place morning coats andj preced ed by the canasses. The canasses are the 'guard of the consul on state occasions. Thev are tall Svrians who stand as straight as "West Point cadets and J fPS9s V who walk with the pompous airs of drum majors. They wear gorgeous Turkish uni iorms embroidered with gold thread and their short roundabout vests were to-day covered with enough gold to have made the epaulettes for an army. Each had on full blue Turkish trousers, which were gath ered in zouave folds at the ankles and the silver-handled scymeter-like sword of each clanked as we marched solemnly along. They wore red caps with long tassels on their heads and each had, an iron shod ebony staff in his right hand. The silver head of which, as he rested it on the ground, was on a level with his eyes These staffs were as big around as your wrist and the silver heads were the size of a man's fist They were very heavy, and as we marched along the men warned the crowd to keepout of the way of the two "American princes," by dropping them down on the stone flags with a noise like that ot a sledgehammer on granite. The masses rushed up to the wall as we went by, and not a few of the women crossed themselves and some of the Bedouins scowled. At the patriarch's mansion, which indeed is only a big, plain stone house of two stories, we were met by several priests in long black gowns, which- fell in lull folds from their necks to their feet, and in tall, round, black caps, with capes falling down upon their backs. These put their hands to their foreheads as we entered and mo tioned us to come in. We then ascended a wide stairway at the sides on which were brass railings, and at the top of which stood more priests similarly attired Here we were taken into a great hall where the por traits of the patriarchs of the past looked down upon us out of gold frames and then on into a second errand salon in Which were a number of Turkish soldiers and of church dignitaries, and at the back of which in a chair of state sat the patriarch himself. He rose as he saw us and moved toward us. Tall, broad-shouldered and well-formed, he is one of the FINEST LOOKING PUBLIC MAX I have ever seen. He has a magnificent head, well set on a pair of broad shoulders; large, intellectual eyes, a big straight nose, and a long patriarchal beard of sable silver. His high forehead was bordered with a black cap ot fine cloth, which rose for full six inches above it and from the back of which fell a cape of the same color, forming a striking background to his strong, intel ligent face. He wore a long, full gown of some fine black cloth and he had two gorge ous gold medals about his neck, each as big as the palm of your hand and between these hung a cross of diamonds. He met us in the middle of the salon, shook hands with us and conducted us to a divan at the right ot his chair-of-state. "We then chatted through the interpreter, the legation ad dressing him, according to etiquette, as "vour blessedness." He was pleased when V told him that I had come as an American to pay mm my .totter greetings, and when 1 told him I was the correspondent of this newspaper, and that I intended to tell the American people of my visit to him, he smiled like a political candidate who has a chance to be interviewed on the eve of an election, and he sent one of his servants to bring me his photograph and told me that I might publish it with the article if I "wished. Consul Gillman here made a happy re mark, complimenting his blessedness on his handsome face and stating that he supposed he got his beauty from his Armenian-Greek ancestry. There was then some talk about the Greek church as to its extent and doc trines, and, while this was going on, a liv eried servant brought in a silver tray con taining a golden bowl filled with silver spoons, several glasses of water, and two cnt glass dishes, one of which contained a brown mixture and the otber was filled with pre served oranges cut in small slices and float ing in a molasses-like syrup. Luckily the tray was first passed to the Consul, and I lollowed suit in partaking of its delicacies. Lifting one of the silver spoons out of the gold holder, I dipped it into the orange pre serves, conveyed some to my mouth, and then dropping tne spoon into another dish reserved for it, took a sip of the water. The preserves were delicious and the water was good. A PLEASANT POTION. Then there was n little more talk about the Greek church and a second servant came in with another tray more gorgeous than the one preceding. Upon this were wine glasses filled with a liquor the color of the dark moss rose. It was flavored with peppermint and it had the rich, oily strength of age. Though scarcely more than three thimbles full, it brought a pleas ing warmth to tho whole frame five minutes after it was drunken and the doctrines of the Greek church fell on my ear like the poetry of Moore. This liquor was followed a few moments later by a third waiter who brought in Turkish coflee, served in little cups of fine china, each the size of the smallest egg cup. The coffee was as thick as Vermont molasses. It was street and de licious and was served without cream. Coffee in Jerusalem is the same as cham pagne in China. After the coffee is served the caller can politely terminate his visit. "We sipped the aromatic liquid and then Jerusalem Types. telling the patriarch that we doubted not but that he was fatigued with his labors of holy week, we arose to say goodby. Before wc did so the Turkish generals bade their adieux and to each of these he handed an Easter eg;? from a basket which sat on the table beside bis chair. The Turks grasped his hand before he could let go of the egg and bending low, imprinted a kiss on his fist. They then, with manv crn!ni- nnd salaaming, bowed themselves ont. Fbakk: G. Cabpenteb. SfcMlfri r mm X vmmfmUmmm AQUEEFSTEAPARTY Eating Toasted Muffins in the Prince Consort's Mausoleum.) VICTORIA'S TASTE FOE H0ER0ES. Her Majesty's Admiration for Handsome Prince Alexander. EOTAETI TTE1TING ITS PEESS NOTICES tWEITTEN FOR TUX DISPATCH. Yes, a row of little brooms, and the Em press of India taking afternoon tea in a mausoleum what a subject for a Shakes speare of the future! It is well known that the Queen is morbid to the last degree. She loves the bed of death, and, if possible, when one of her cot tage neighbors is dying at Balmoral, rushes to him, and, leaning over him, endeavors to send a message on his departing soul to her beloved Albert. There is a charming little story told of a romantic Highland boy starving himself to death that he might be kissed by his Queen. She will not open Parliament for her sub jects, but often walks bare-headed at a serv ant's funeral. If they would drape the houses of Parliament in crape and give her a hearse to ride in, no doubt she would give her faithful and long-suffering people a sight of her rusty black bonnet, with the single white feather, which the Princess of "Wales put in with her own hands a few years ago, and which remaining there, still tells the story that the Queen has not had a new bon net in all that time. "Whenever she has a visit from a foreign relative, or if one of her old ladies-in-waiting comes to stay a few days at the castle, as a special attention she orders tea to be served in the mausoleum. Of course, it is a very solemn occasion. The tea is brought to the door by servants, but they are not allowed to step their foot within the sainted place. Royal princesses take the tea and buttered muffins at the door, they get out the little tables and the tep is served in silence. It is for these princesses that the little row of brooms stands behind the door, as they sweep and dust it themselves and allow no menial hand to profane it. SUPPING ON HORRORS. The Queen just now is in billows of crape for the two German Emperors, the Crown Prince of Austria, the old Queen of Bava ria, and her aunt, the Duchess of Cam bridge, and her conversation, at all times gloomy, is now desperately mournful. She loves the most blood-curdling stories, and a young American girl was once invited to spend a whole veek. at the Castle alter the Queen had listened to the description of a wholesale Southern murder and lynching. "With her singular taste for horrors goes an equally strong admiration for manly beauty, her guards are superb, her High landers giants in strength and she has been kuown to scarcely notice a homely singer of renown, but to walk the entire length ot the parlors to talk to his handsome accompanist and to remain in long conversation, to the envy of the other artists present. She once called a certain American the handsomest man in the world it was his ruin, for he has lived on the vanity of it ever since. Thev say that it was the Prince Henry of Battenburg's beauty that won her consent to his marriage with her daughter Beatrice, and for that reason she always likes him near her. He is a costly and useless pet for the na tion, however; one paper characterizes a speech of his as reminding them of the efforts of a sucking pig to emit a full-grown crunt. He gets little mercv from the English press. . , "When his handsome -brother Alexander visited the Castle, she fell madly in love with him and declared she would marry him. This created a sensation in court circles, but was kept from the public, while the Prince of "Wales and the royal family tried to argue with her in vain. She is very stubborn. In John Brown's reign every at tempt was made to dislodge her favorite from his position, but it was impossible. The Prince of "Wales and his brothers had got him drunk and while in that condition managed to have him brought into her pres ence, where he would behave in a most un seemly fashion, but she, with "level-fronting eye-lids1' refused to perceive what would have hurled the proudest noble from her cou rt. "When they came to her about Prince Alexander, she only tightened that long stubborn upper lip of hers, and declared if she could not marry him she would keep him always by her side, a permanent guest, when the Prince of "Wales was unfeeling enough to send a private telegram to the Czar of Russia, and the adventurous Alex ander was recalled from England and sent elsewhere. A STATE SINNER. A State dinner at "Windsor Castle is a grand affair; the table blazes with gold plate and the sideboards groan with trophies in precious stones, mostly robbed from In dia. Amongst them is a jeweled peacock in useless value of more than $1,000,000. No wonder that the poor Socialists, crushed by the "sweating systems" in the east end of London, groan 'when they read of these gems and their value. A starving populace and a jeweled peacockl Her Majesty eats a great deal, but of hearty, simple food and prefers ale as a steady df ink. A State dinner is very fine, but all foreign royalties dread a mere call at "Windsor, for it is a tiresome journey from London.and they are never offered anything to eat. "When Mr. Gladstone was Prime Minister and had to go to the castle on busi ness, he always provided himself with some sandwiches in his pocket, and the little re freshment room at the station is quite used to serving royal customers. "When the Queen, on her return from Italy, passed through a corner of Austria, the Emperor invited her to pay him a visit at his capital. That was declined with thanks. He then sent word he would re ceive her at a castle in the town she passed through, but she sent word she could onlv see him at the railroad station. On that hen had the entire building decorated, one of the waiting rooms hung with tapestry, sent his own gold plate from Vienna and received her with a magnificent repast. The next summer the eccentric circus rider Austrian Empress chose to come to England for her health, and to stay in great retirement at a little fishing village. Before she left she thought it proper to pay her re spects to Victoria, so announced that she would call upon her one afternoon at Wind sor. One carriage was at the depot to con vey her to the castle. She stayed about an hour; and it was noticed when she came back that she rushed at once to the refresh ment connterof the station and wildly called for some beer and sandwiches. WRITING FOR THE PRESS. I am told, on good authority, that on any State occasion, or when for any reason there have been guests or artists at the castle, her secretary or chamberlain ascertaining the names of those present, sees that they are spelled correctly and gives them to Her Majesty, who, before she retires for the night, with her own hand prepares the court circular the Queen of England actually writes her own press notices! This.accounts for their dullness and mo notony for as her published diary chiefly chronicled John Brown and small beer, the court circular is exasperating in its silence to all really interesting happenings, and only writes that "the Quern rode out this morning accompanied by the Princess Bea trice and the Prince Henry of Battenberg, or the Dowager Duchess of Ely," or that "the Princess Beatrice was safely delivered of a son this morning." Indeed, this latter piece of news is now kept always set np, in stock for constant nse. The papers are now full of the anecdotes PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, of how the Qaeen'promptedJETIen Terry in "Portia's Mercy Speech" on the occasion of Irving's and Terry's recent visit to Sand ringham, showing the little great lady's (as they call her in England) knowledge of Shakespeare and ignorance of dramatio houses. CORRECTED BY A CHILD. . She had only seen three dramatio perform ances sine the Prinee Consort's deatb,which was indeed a great loss to-the art culture of England. The first was "Our Boys." which the Prince of "Wales thought would amuse. her and perhaps bring back her interest to patronize the arts a little more, but it had little effect. Aractor, who took part in the performance, told me that the Queen sat in the front row, and when anything occurred she did not quite understand, she would stop the actors and ask them to explain the situation. Lord Tennyson was one evening dining at court with a little grandchild. It so hap pened that near the end of the meal there was a plate near the Queen with -a single piece of bread upon it, which Her Majesty reached over and helped herself to, when the child pointed her finger at her, and to the horror of all present, who expected nothing less than instant decapitation for tho daring infant, said: "Piggy piggy pig!" The Queen with great dignity and tact said: "Quite right, my child; nobody except a Queen should ever take the last piece of bread on the plate." Telling the anecdote to a witty Irish woman she hotly replied: "Why didn't she say nobody but a queen or a pigl" Olive Weston. BITTEN BI A GOOSE. A Romantic Storv of Rustle Courtship With a Fanny Sequel. Panxsntawney Spirit. A young man orer in Brushvalley town ship was desperately in love with a farmer's daughter. She reciprocated the tender pas sion, but her father was sullen and obdu rate, and gave the young man to understand in the most emphatic terms that if he ever entered that house it would be at his peril. He would, he said, "kick the daylights out of him." One night recently, when the old gentleman had gone to Indiana to be absent over night, the young man took advantage of his absence to visit the daughter. They were sitting in the front room, both beaming with joy. It was nearly midnight. Presently the daughter heard a noise which she recognized as her father's footsteps. There was a bed in the room, and the girl drew back the calico 'curtains and told the young man to hustle under. He did so. She had forgotten to tell him that there was a goose under there engaged in a motherly effort to hatch out a dozen young goslings. Scarcely had, the young man gotten himself securely stowed away, when the girl's father entered. Just about this time the old goose made a hissing noise, drew back its long neck, and struck the already fright ened intruder a smart blow on the left ear, nipping a piece out. That was enough. He was sure he had been bitten by a snake, and, with a blood curdling yell, the young man rushed from his hiding place screaming at the top ot hUt voice: "Snake! Snakel I'm bit by a snake! and I don't care who knows itl" And the clandestine lover made a break for the door, and ran home with furious speed, yelling at every jump. J. he old man was at nrst very much star tled at the strange apparition, but he soon realized the situation, and both himself and daughter laughed heartily. HE PROVED AN ALIBI. How the Testimony or a Yoansr Lady Helped Her Lover. A farmer had some wheat stolen a few nights since.says the Prestoc,Minn., Times, and he was so sure that he knew who the thief was that ha came into town and se cured a warrant for a certain young man living hear him. When the case came up for trial the defendant said he could prove an alibi. In order to do this he had brought in "his -girl "a buxom lass of 22. She took the stand and swore that he sat up with her from 7 in the evening until broad day' light next morning. "People can be very easily mistaken," observed the plaintiff's lawyer. "I don't'eare I know he was there," she replied. "What didyou talk about?" "Love!" She promptly answered. "What time did the old folks go to bed?" "I gave 'em the wink about 10." "Sure he was there at midnight, are you?" "yes, sir." "Why are jou sure?" ' She blushed, looked over to her lover and laughed, and, getting a nod to go ahead, she said: "Well, sir, just as the clock struck 12 the old man-jumped out of bed upstairs and hol lered down, 'Sarah, yer ma wants some o' that catnip tea,' and we got such a start we broke the hack of the rocking chair and went over backward kerplunkl" "Then the jury must understand that you were seated on Samuel's knee?" "I object!" put in Samuel's lawyer, and his Honor remembered the days of his youth and sustained the objection. DOWN INTO THE GEAND CANTON. A Thrilling Descent Into aa Abyss Six Thou sand Feet Deep. 8t. Lonlj Globe-Democrat.) "I went to the bottom of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado last winter," said W. T. Hart, "and am one of the few men whoever attempted the descent. I went there to examine a mine said to exist,in the bottom of the canyon. I havebeen all through the Rockies, from Montana to Cen tral America, and know what a chasm is, but the sight of that abyss took my breath away. Prom the top to the bottom it is full 6,000 feet. Over a mile below you can see the river tearing through the gorge, but not a sound can do heard, it is so far away. Prom one bank to the other it is apparently not over a quarter of a mile, but as a matter of fact it is fully 19 miles. "My guide told me I would never be able to reach the bottom, but I was determined to go. and I went. It was a terrible climb, and it took us eight hours to reach the bot tom. It is certainly the most desolate place in the world. There hi not a living thing down there no insects, reptiles, or animals or any kind. Everything is absolutelv dead. The mining prospect was worthies. "Before the sun was up the next morning we were on our way out, and it took us until 10 o'clock-that night to climb the wall of the canyon." , Tnbted History. Sunday School Teacher And now, Johnny Hapgood. it's your, turn. What did his father do when the prodigal son returned ? Johnny (who can't help reading the sport ing editions of the daily press) Please, sir, he jumped on his neck and kissed,' him. Pucfc ATJGTJST 18, 1889. ON THE TERT SUMMIT Of the Eiffel Tower Eussell Harrison Looked Out Upon France. ESCOETED BY THE INYENTOE He Penetrated All the Mysteries of That Eemarkalle Design, THE PEBSIAN E0SB OP THE HOBNING IconnxspoaoxKcx or the dispatch.! ARIS, Au gusta. Let me tell you about the visit which the son of the President of the United States made to the very top of the Eiffel Tower. When Russell Harrison and his companion passed from the third platform through a door prohibit ed to the general public they-saw a stairway of only ten steps, and by it arrived in a circular hall which is divided by partitions into seven or eight little rooms of unequal dimensions. In one corner they saw a telephone, and everywhere electric lusters. M. Eiffel has reserved one room for his own personal use, but, contrary to the legend, it is without a bed, and he has not slept there several times as gossips assert sometimes. As to the other pieces they are cabinets for physics, for astronomy, micro biology and physiological laboratories, and did not interest our American friends, so they stepped out on a circular terrace pro vided with a parapet. TJp there, on a bal-, cony, 294 yards above the Champs Elysees, they saw a little railway on which the two Mangin electric projectures move to and fro. It is from these projectures not from the lighthouso as most people think that these grand lnminous rays proceed which are seen in the evening by everybody and which striate the horizon of Paris in all directions. Those projectures, identical with those used in the French navy to survey coasts and the approach of torpedoes, have a diameter of 90 centimetres and are mounted on wheels and gun-carriages. SOMETHING OP A LIGHT. As the projected ray is very limited in surface, it acquires a great power. Its average intensity is from 6,000,000 to8, 000,000 of burners, "carcels," and it certain ly is the most wonderful luminous pro jecture ever produced. When the ray tails on an object It illuminates it as would the noon-day sun; and objects can be dis tinguished from the tower by a telescope at a distance of seven miles. Russell Harrison continued his journey heavenward by climbing up to the light- uouk j junu auove tne apex oi the iron work, and which was the culminating point. Pour enormous lattice worked coffers bend down forming four strict arches set accord ing to the diagonals of the Bquare section of the tower. These arches support the light house and the terrace at the summit, and they held on to them as a protection against dizziness. The movable crown is hurried along at the rate ot 90 seconds per turn, by means of a little electric impellent as large as your fist. The electric arch of the lamp is fed by On the Third Platform. a current of 100 amperes, and this arc will dazzle you blind if you look at it too long. The chief of the electrio service of the tower had the goodness to give Harrison the carbon which had the evening before served to illuminate the lighthouse, it is -three centimeters in diameter. The current is sent from the bottom by a cable conductor, the electricity being produced by dynamos installed in the south pillar. PLESTT OF LIPE THERE. A veritable manufactory exists in the in terior of this column, steam engines for the dynamos, machines propelling the pumps destined to monnt the water to the stories of the tower for the use of the lifts, etc My two confreres wanted to see the blue of heaven over their heads, so they entered a little opening pierced in a tube of 80 centi meters in diameterT "Your hat will blow off out there." sId M. Eiffel, who had accompanied his guests all the way up to the lighthouse. But Har rison pulled his hat close down over his ears, and the 100-miIes-an-lionr wind of Mount Washington couldn't have bndged it. Bars placed in the sides of these tubes are sed for a ladder; these they carefully climbed and presently were at the highest possible summit surrounded by an iron bal ustrade. The wind lathed their faces vio lently, and the flag floated furiously in the air at the end of its tall shaft. A little anemometer was turning with rapidity and sending below the swiftness of the wind. This terrace is only a yard in diameter, and they were as isolated up there as if in a bal loon. No noise was heard from the third platform, and all was as still as death around Ihem, but for the flapping of the tri color. "I thought the apex of the tower would oscillate like the top of high chimneys under the action of a strong wind,'"said Mr. Harrison, "but neither oscillation nor trepidation was felt by either of us. It iS quite immovable." ' JUST A MTTZE MOTIOIT. The tower'is rigid and straight as a dart, the balustrade alone swaying a little,. It was a clear day and the view was magnifi- i cent. A friend of mine once saw the forest of Lyons, more than 66 miles from Paris.but all the distance that Russell and Harring ton could cover with a good telescope was about 40 miles. Sometimes the cathedral of Chartres can be distinguished, and it is 52 miles away. Everything depends on,the hollows and reliefs, on the height of the sun at the moment of observation, and on atmospheric circumstances. The ordinary visible circle embraces Eontainebleau, Etampes, Pontoise, Chantilly and Melnn. After saluting for the last time the French flag, the torn one which floats in the exas perated wind and carries the glory of French industry into the very clouds, our friends descended to the third platform, only to find again the same stirring public coming and going, and where Consul Gen eral Rathbone and M. Eiffel were seated at a table, on which I saw six or eight tum blers and a bottle of champagne that ten minutes later was a "dead soldier." "I want to show you the Javanese danj L. cers," said M. Eiffel. On the Esplanade des Invalides they saw the curious troupe from Java, whom I have already described in this correspondence, and then they hur ried back, in time to be at the Gare St. La zare when the 8hah arrived. There they were in the front row, almost alongside of President Carnot, and a little later on wit nessed an incident 'which is not without its significance. THE SHAH'S VISIT. It is well known that this "king of kings" is accompanied by two young favor ites, one a little boy of some 12 years of age, who is supposed to bring him good lnck; the other who appears to be a somewhat effi minate looking individual perhaps 17 years, but is in reality a young woman. It seems that the Shah was very much smitten with the charms of a Circassian beauty known as "Rose of the Morning," and when leaving his country for this European trip he wanted her to come along, so it occurred to him to dress her in male costume, this being theonly way to bring and present her officially in foreign courts. v Well, "Rose of the Morning" donned masculine garo.ei.ts, and, jealously guarded, accompanied Hia Majesty. But rather an awkward thing occurred when she reached Paris. All the carriages composing the official cortege had departed from the rail way station, and the young favorite and her two jailers were left behind, so the poor creatures stood there on the pavement of From the Tap of the Tower. what is known as the Cour du Havre, the guardians much perturbed, for they knew if anything happened the girl their heads would pay the penalty on their arrival at Teheran. These two fellows, who, by the way, I would not care to meet in a lonely place, never left her for an instant, but stuck to her like leeches, as with frightened eyes they looked about vainly for a vehicle, and while there Russell took a good look at this Circassian beauty. She is small, admirably proportioned, and had on a redingote a jupe persane, an astrachan fez, with vellow gloves and patent leathers. Her hair is blonde and cut short behind, showing the white nape of her pretty neck. BOSE OF THE JIOBHESO. Her black eyes are fringed with long lashes, the mouth has fine lines, and is slightly ironical, but her n6se. without be ing strictly classical or oeautilul, gives piquancy to her face, as well as a somewhat rebelliousexpression. Altogether it is a lace with delicate features and gav looks, one of those you would not call really pretty in the strict sense of the word, and yet has something that surpasses beauty, which no doubt is the secret of the Shah's infatuation. From the railway station Russell went to his hotel to dress for the grand dinner which Mr. Studebaker, of Chicago, gave in honor or Minister Whitelaw Reid. A previous en gagement deprived me ot the pleasure of breaking bread and eating salt with Mr. Studebaker and his 40 guests, but I hear they all had a good time, and some had head aches the next day. Yesterday Mr. Russell Harrison left for London. Before he left he expressed himself in highest praise of the .exposition. 'One -of the results accruing from this marvelous exninition, said he, "will be the exalting and refining of taste for artistic things. From henceforth all pretentious ornamentation, all overloading, will be dis pensed with; no mediocrity will be support ed in the details of life, and those who can not afford grandeur will content themselves with simplicity. At. least such is the hope I have after having gone through those galleries where so many artistic and indus trial chef d'eeuvres are collected together." Hekby Hayitie. HE HAD LOST HIS GEIP. A Man Whom Brown-Seqaard's Elixir Conic Not Possibly Help. Detroit Free Press.l A middle aged man with a troubled look on his face stood on the corner near the Central depot and attracted the attention of a passer-by who inquired: "Can I do anything for you, sir?" "Stranger," said the man, "I've lost my grip." "Oh, brace up," said the other in a cheery voice, "you'll get hold again if you push in. It happens to us all some time or other." "I'm afraid I'll never getlt again," said the other sadly. "Nonsense, man. Don't give up now when they've just discovered the elixir of life," advised bis friend. "Take hold again-like a man." "What air you talking about?" asked the other, "I lost raj grip with four new shirts in it, a new waistcoat, a pair of suspenders, and my wife's photygraft. Just give me a chance and you'll see whether I'll take hold of it or not," and he walked off with a sus picious look at his late adviser. The Art of Eating-Watermelon. Baltimore Amencsn.l Eating watermelon is an art, learned only by experience. As a dessert it is not a suc cess. It falls too heavily on a dinner. Like a pretty girl, it is best by itself; it loses half its charm by being mixed in a crowd. The melon should be cold. It should be ripe. Its flesh should blush like a gradu ate. Its heart should glow like a sun-kissed cloud at close of day, and its temperature should be as chilly as the. smile of a Boston belle. When vou get such a treasure do not bother with other food. Open it, gaze on it, bury your face in its sweetness, and let your appreciation run riot. Conscientious. Mr. Arthur Wadley Wouldn't you like to join in a little game of pokah at our cahin to-night? Blud Meserve What's th' ante? Mr. Wadley Five cents. Blud Meserve Say, young felljr, I never insulted a deck of cvards yet. an I ain't frnln' tiv harvlm haw! lXfiZ ' In the- Life By C. M. S. IWIUTTJUI TOB TOT DISPJLTCH.1 CHAPTER L 2T a warm Au gust night, four years ago, two young men sat at one of the secluded tables on the roof garden of a .New xorK theater sipping iced ab sinthe, discussing the peculiarities of the sur rounding crowd, sen timentalizing in a playful way over the beauties of the moon lit sky, and 'starting out in i a desultory manner every now and again upon an v subject 3- that suggested itself. Religion, politics, literature, each was lightly touched upon, always agreeably and intelligently, in the fashion of the alert young man of modern times. "That waltz that the band is playing," said the older of the two men, "is the one that was all the rage in Paris two years ago. It goes to a jolly set of words. It was first made popular at the Eden by Clarice Rinauld." "Clarice RinauW," repeated the younger man. "Why, that's the name of the emo tional actress who plays here in November." "Exactly. Two years ago Clarice Rinauld was a singer in the variety theaters in Paris. She bad just come up from Lyons, and no one knew her. It's an interesting case, SAVED FEOM Jerome.. You will believe me when I tell you that without exception Rinauld is the most beautiful woman in France. Yon have heard that before, but you never heard it from oi)e who has made a study of the beautiful all his life-to the complete em barrassment of bis purse. This confonnded singer, Jerome, is twice as perfect as any thing in the Louvre, or the Luxembourg, or the "Oh, hold up Jack," laughs the young man called Jerome. "You lose your head much too easily over the line of beauty, as you call it." "Not a bit of It," rejoined the other. "Why, bless my -soul, look -at what the woman's done with her beauty. She con quered Paris in a month. No one had ever heard her name until she went into the Eden. Within two days of her first ap pearance the fellows in the clubs were ask ing: "Have you seen Rinnuld ?" If you asked who the devil Rinauld was you were directed to go to the .den at any cost. Throw up every engagement and go to the Eden I Well, in a week the newspapers were full of Rinauld. The craze grew with every new day. Songs and poems were dedicated to her, her photographs were in every window, a racing mare was named after her. In a woid, Clarice Rinauld was the most successful woman in Paris, and all at a jump. Well, her beauty did it. She wasn't a remarkable performer. She was divine to look upon, and that sufficed." The younger man had listened to the nar rative of his friend with a quiet expression of interest in his eyes. He was one of those persons who gaze gently and directly at a speaker, making him talk by an involun tary encouragement. In companions you often find one vivacious, talkative, forget ting himself and his surroundings, his past and his future, in the story he is telling. The other will be calmer, more thoughtful, and will exhibit his appreciation ot things and people only by a soft kindling of the eyes. These eyes are usually beautiful, and the person himself is often particularly at tractive. Jerome Deming was of the latter type, and his triend, John West, was of the former. For years they had found enter tainment in one another's company. Their characters were not similar, but they were both liberal-minded, progressive and artistic gentlemen, and so they got along excellently well together. "You surprise me, JacK," said Deming, after thinking over for a moment the narra tive of Clarice Rinauld. "It seems to me that you ought to be the journalist of the group, for you invariablv know everything about everybody, while I, who depend on the papers for my bread and bed, never read them, and consequently am as badly in formed as a mummy. Why, I'mpositively ashamed of myself for not having known this startling history of Miss Rinauld. I really had an idea she had been playing small parts at the Odeon, and suddenly made a hit which gate her her present pres tige. Well, so I shall have to criticise as an emotional actress a woman who was singing comic songs two years ago. It doesn't seem natural, but then Paris is rapid, and its women leapers. She may prove great, after all." "She'll not prove anything of the kind," broke in West. "I think it's more than likely that she will win her audiences and the critics by hermarvelons beautv, but as for her doing Camille and 1'rou iYou and Phedre, why she hasn't the temperament or the training. But I'll tell you what it is," he went on, regarding Deming with aggra vating playfulness, "you will be her slave from the start, and I think for once in your career you'll be uttejly dishonest in your criticism." "You forget," said Deming, with some display of seriousness, 'Uhat I am not only bound to tell the truth in the interests of art, despite my personal emotions, but that I am at this moment entirely in love, and ihall soon be married and that most will ingly." "She's a nice little irl, Jerome, that Madge Maynard," said West, softening his voice. "A pretty, gentle and refined girl, and while I never Believed in getting mar ried when one could be comfortable without it, I think you're going-to be happier for it. I did forget. The French woman will un- -4oubtedlv startle you, but you'd be a cad if you let ner overshadow the real value or that little lady who loves you twice as much as you deserve." West had suddenly become serious, and he was looking squarely into the -eves of Deming, while the latter gazed back at him SO w of An Actbess. McLELLAN: fin the same calm and impenetrable way mafc was xiauituat wiiu mm. JDXintYe was evidently struck with an idea. He was thoroughly familiar with Deming's per sonal appearance, but now he was examin ing him as though it was the first time he had ever seen him. His thoughts were nat ural enough. He knew that his friend was a singularly handsome and talented fellow, and that the average woman upon teeing him wonld immediately be taken with a sentimental regard for him. He was so clean cut and sensible looking; his hair was so dark and heavv. his eyes so warm and blue, his smooth shaven face so delicately molded, and his figure so firm and grace ful, that he attracted interest wherever he moved. He was of that order of beauty that men of the world will stop to admire, the sturdy, careless, intelligent type, the possessor of which has evident ly forgotten that he is more gratify ing to the eye than is every other man in the neighborhood. The face of Jerome Deming was enshrined in many tender hearts to which he had never devoted a thought. He had ended a half cynical, half enjoyable existence of five feverish years by settling down to the brilliant journalistic work for which he iras splen didly fitted, and by learning to love a little half-matured woman, who believes that all the beauties of earth and heaven were especially created for this glorious man who was so gentle with her, and who seemed so supernatural that she dreaded his pres ence might fade from her at any moment, and leave her ready and anxious to die. These two were to be married in December. "Are you still susceptible, Jerome?" asked West, alter regarding Deming for some moments. "Well, I should think not," replied Deming. "I am susceptible only to the trembling requests of Madge Maynard; who has taken the place of all womankind in my selfish lire. But I never was susceptible, for that matter, Jack. I think I have de- THE PIEE. spised women rather too much more than they deserve, in fact. I never had an affair in my life that is, none that I couldn't break away from inside of a month, when I had half armind to do so. Now, look here: I believe you have got it Into your head that I am going to he caught in your Freneh actress' net. It heaven's name, my boy, don't be foolish. There is no reason in the world why I should ever meet her, why, if I'did, I should love her, or why she should look twice at me. You remind me of that girl who was asked why she cried on the banks of a river, and replied that she was thinking how awful it would be if she should be married some day, have a child, and see it drowning in that stream of water." "You have no conception of the beauty of Clarice Rinauld," put in West, senten tionsly. "Oh, come, now," said Deming, "I insist that you shall stop thinking of me as a sap head. I verily believe you are ridiculing Tae. Why, confound your Clarice Rinauld. I don't care if she is more beautiful than the dawn of day. If she is a bad actress I'll tell her so, and if her beauty can save her Ihope she'll profit by it. By the way, what is her style? "She has greenish eyes, copper-colored hair and a big red moujb," replied West. "That's attractive, I must say. Any horns?" "No horns, and, unless she has changed, no heart." On Bis Wedding Day. "Why, 'pon my word." laughed Deming, 1 believe, Jack, you have investigated the possibilities of the fair Clarice rather too closely -yourself. You speak so feellnglr that I begin to suspect you." West lighted a cigar, and then began io whistle softly the 'waltz song that Clarice had made popular in Paris. Deming found' himself listening to its dreamy sweetness. It was a lascjuauag air. Half an hour afterward, the friends had forgotten that such a woman as Clarice Rin auld existed. West was a breezy, Ioqua- " cious fellow who could throw any amountot enthusiasm into any subject, and his florid words concerning the French actress could easily be accepted much less seriously than their recitation would seem to warrant. Deming was aware of his companion's nat ural ardor, so he had made up his mind to wait till the foreign star ehould have ap-' E eared here before forming any opinion of er ability. When he went home to his apartments a little after midnight he wrote a most affectionate letter to Madge Maynard, who was summering at Richfielu Springs a letter which that sweet creature kissed in numerable times and tucked beneath her pillow each night for a week after it was re ceived. There was really no Clarice Rin- auld in the world of Jerome Deming, jour nalist and dramatic critic He dreamt onlv ofa very youngandinnocentgirl.amere child, who was just awakening to the mysteries'' and joys of a first love, and who was almost too meek and timid in her great devotion to the man she believed was not less than a god. He took her picture from his table and gazed earnestly at it. The wide, won dering eyes looked straight into his; the placid forehead with the wavy hair brushed back from it seemed inexpressibly pure and holv; the pensive, childish mouth appeared to be breathing the gentle sighs which had. , 4 rOi. iJsdM&k j.zJiSBMfesL SETEiH KSSEB
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