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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
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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.
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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
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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. ,
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