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A Look at Turkish Official and Busi
ness Life in Constantinople.
The Secretary of State Sends His Compli
ments to Mr. Blaine.
August 20. I write
this letter in the Capi
tal of the Ottoman
Empire. If Paris is
, France, Constantmo-
pic is Turkey. It is
here that the Sultan
lives. Here are the
i headquarters of the
i Turkish armv, and
trom the Government
offices here go out
the wires of political
Cucasstan Chief.
appointment which control the lives and
property of more than 33,000,000 people.
Constantinople is the center of Turkish
business, and it is the pivot around which
the whole Mohammedan world revolves.
Situated as it is, partly in Asia and partly
in Europe, it forms the connecting link of
the two creat civilizations, and its popn
lation is the most cosmopolitan on the face
of the globe. The straits of the Bosphorus
which connect the big Black Sea witu tne
little sea of Marmora wind in and out like
a wide river leween Europe ard Asia.
They are bordered by beautiful hills which
slope down in places almost precipitously
to the water, and their natural scenery com
pares' very favorably with the best bits
alone the Ithine and the Danube. At the
beginning of these straits there is a lofty
peninsula containing the area of two or
three good sized farms, the greater part of
the northern side of which is separated
from the main body of Europe by a long
inlet of water which winds around like a
horn and which is known as the famous
Golden Horn of Constantinople.
The lower side of the peninsula is washed
by the sea of Marmora and its upper edge
blocks the waters of the Bosphorus. Stand
ing upon its shores you can almost throw a
The Sublime Porte.
stone into Asia, and by turning around you
could, with a revolver, shoot a bullet deep
into the body of Europe. It is upon this
peninsula that the greatest part of Con
stantinople is built. This part is known as
Stamboul, and it belongs almost exclusively
to the TurEs. TJpon it stand the great
bazaars, above its thousands of Turkish
bouses rise the tall minarets of hundreds of
moFques, and the cries of its turbaned ped
dlers are mixed with the shrill tenor or the
Muezzins, who five times each day stand
upon the balconies of these towers and sing
out the hours ot prayers.
nboutn mile long and as wide as Pennsyl
vania avenue in Washington connects this
Turkish quarter of the city with the Euro
pean shore, and over this bridge there is
constantly passing a throng of Turks and
Christians, of Hebrews and Greeks, of
brown-gowned men from Persia and broad
cloth traders from Europe. An Italian
writer in Constantinople says that 100,000
men go over this bridge every day, and one
new idea crosses it about everv (en years,
this bridge leads to Pera, hich is the
European quarter of Constantinople. The
bills on the north side of the Golden Horn
are as steep as those of San Francisco, or of
me oiuu on wniju ivansas uity is built.
Pera has covered these hills and the
palaces of the lorcigu legation, the Kcsks
ot the bultan anil the homes of the swell
Turkish officials stand high above Stambonl
and command extensive land and water
views of Asia and Europe. Pera itself is
more of a European town than a Turkish
one. It has business buildings like those
01 .trans, us stores are nuea witn European
goods tastelullv shown behind nlate class
windows, and a good street car line carries
you from one part of it to the other. It
has an underground cable railroad. From
the shores of the Golden Horn to the top of
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we inuii ufiuu nuiuu tue uiij is uuut, anu
the incline of this is as steep as that ot the
bluff of Kansas City. The road is well
patronized, and it ought to be a paying in
vestment, Pera has European hotels with Swiss
servants, French cooks and electric bells,
in which you can be as comfortable as in
any hotel in New York. And the social
dinners of its people would compare favora
bly with those or the other capitals of Eu
rope. As a diplomatic post the city of the
Sultan is one of the most important capitals
of Europe. The complications which are
at any time liable to arise with Eussia leads
the English, the French and the German to
keep immense establishments here, and the
expenses of the foreign ministers lor enter
taining runs into the tens of thousands of
dollars a year.
One of the legations uses at its state din
ners gold and silver plate which is worth
5100,000, and the Sultan feasts the diplo
mats on gold plates and iurnishes them
Turkish coffee in gold cups. During the
past four years the American Minister has
entertained very largely, and Mr. Straus
has, I doubt not, spent several times the
amount of his salary in keeping up Uncle
Sam's end of diplomatic entertainment.
He is one of the most popular Ministers
America has ever sent to Turkey, and his
diplomatic career has been a great success.
The Turks themselves are verv hospitable,
and many of the Turkish officfais have a
part of their houses lurnished in European
style. The better class of them n xvM
educated, and there are hundreds of Turks
in the employ of the Sultan who can speak
French, English and German, and who are
as thoroughly posted on the leading subjects
of the day as the most cultured men of the
courts of Europe. I dined last night with
Balsamides Bey, who is well-known to
even-one who has read Marion Crawford's
novel, "Paul Patoff." This man is inti
mately connected with the Sultan, and he
is, I judge, not much over 30 years of age.
He was educated in one of the great Mo
hammedan schools, and his life has been
spent almost altogether in Con
stantinople. Nevertheless he speaks Eng.
lish perfectly, can talk French like a Pari
sian, and is one of the best posted men I
have ever met on the history of the world.
He seems Vto have every event in our na
tional life at his tongue's end. He knows
all of the American authors andean talk by
the hour on English literature. He is as
well up on public men as he is on public
matters, ana is one of the most agreeable
conversationalists I have met. He is the
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best type of the advanced Turk of to-day,
and like many of his kind, his life is more
like that of a European than a Turk. All
of the Government officials of Turkey dress
in European costume save that their black
broadcloth coats are cut high at the neck
and that their heads are always covered in
the house and out with the red-fezzed, black
tasseled cap.
The Sultan has his great Government de
partnientsike those we have at "Washing
ton. There is a department of state or for
eign office, a war department, a department
of public works and department of educa
tion, of the interior and of justice. A large
number of these departments are in the
vast bnilding'known as the Sublime Porte,
which is located near the great palace of
the Sultan, in Stamboul, known as the Old
Seraglio. I visited thcfiublirae Porte yes
terday and met a number of the leaning
Turkish officials. I found that many ot
them spoke English, and that all could con
verse in French. The Secretary of State
asked me to give bis compliments to Mr.
Blaine when I returned to Washington, and
to tell him that he had a great admiration
for his ability. Another Cabinet Minister
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Turkish Peddlers.
who has charge of the newspaper press of
the Empire, and who is to a large extent
connected with the interior, told me that
the Government was now encouraging the
newspaper, and that the day would come
when each city in the Turkish Empire
would have its daily paper.
There are a number ol daily papers in
Constantinople. Some in English, some in
French and some in Turkey. The Persiaun
have a paper. The Greeks have their organs
and there are also newspapers for the He
brews and the Armenians.
A missionary press publishes a Bulgarian
newspaper, but I understand that with all
these papers the censorship of the press is
very strict and that the greater part of the
articles published are read over by the
Government officers before they are permit
ted to be printed. This is especially so with
the Bulgarian newspapers, as the Turks are
much airaid of revolutions among the Bul
garians and they cut out everything.that relates-
to liberty or tends to the depreciation
of the government ot the Sultan. In-the Sub
lime Porte the leading foreign newspapers
are taken and I spent an hour in a large
room in which a dozen clerks were busy
translating articles which had been pub
lished in Europe and America upon Tur
key. Everything that was written about the
Sultan is translated and presented to him,
and while I was present I noted that two ot
the clerks were working on articles irom
New York newspapers.
Judges in Turkey get about $320 a month.
Assessors receive from 5125 to 5200 per
month, and common soldiers are supposed
to grow fat on their board and clothes and 3
cents a day. Turkey has a conscript system
like that of Germany, and all of the able
bodied Mohammedan population receive a
lair amouut of military training. The
Turks make magnificent soldiers, and those
I see here at Constantinople are as finely
formed and as well built men as you will
find anywhere. I am told that they will
mm bo able to puti an army of 800,000
trained men in the field, and they have the
best mounted cavalry that" I have
ever seen. Poorly as the men are
Eaid, they seem to be happy, and they
ave in fighting a courage which other
soldiers have not, which comes from their
implicit belief that they will go to heaven
it they die while fighting for the Sultan.
It may be this reason that excludes non
believers from the military service. The
large number of Turks who are not Moham
medans cannot enter the army if they
would, but they have nevertheless to pay
an exemption tax amounting to 51 50 a year
per male person, and this tax levied on" the
baby boy 1 year old as well as on the man
of 75. When a poor Armenian, Greek or
Hebrew happens to have a familv of six or
eight boys his expenses are materially in
creased, and the number of these foreigners
in Turkey is so large that this species of
tax income amounts to a great deal. Scat
tered about the hills of Constantinople are
barracks which look like palaces, and
which are probably built with this tax.
The Turkish people are, in fact, taxed to
death. The extent of the taxation and the
poor methods of its collection grind the life
out of the people, and the Empire is practi
cally bankrupt. If it could be properly
managed it might yet pay its debts and
prosper, but it is very doubtful, whether it
will do this under the present government
and people. As it is, its foreign loans amouut
to more than 51,000,000, and there are import
and export duties on nearly everything.
The foreign bond holders control the cus
toms and dnes, and though there is a bi"
tariff on tobacco, and the tobacco trade in
itself is a monopoly, the Sultan never gets
any of its receipts. He hands over the trib
ute from Egypt to the bond holders without
looking at it, and he is 60 surrounded by his
creditors that he can do nothing without
consulting with them.
The business of Constantinople, like that
of all oriental cities, is done in bazaars, and
the bazaars of this city are perhaps the
largest in the world. They are all under
one roof, and this roof covers acres of nar
row streets which wind in and out, cross
and re-cross one another until in passing
through them you lose yourself again and
again as though in the mazes of Bosamond's
bower. The pavement of these bazaars are
cobble stones. The streets aie about five
or six feet wide and no carriage or wheeled
vehicle can drive into them. The stores are
narrow cells, ranged along the sides of the
streets, with wide ledges cr divans in front
of them, and the merchants in turbans and
gowns squat on rugs cross-legged with their
goods hung up above them and piled all
around them. You can buy in these bazaars
anything from a clove or a needle to a pair
of diamong car-rings, and there are old gold
watches by the bushel, and ottar of roses by
the gallon. Each bazaar street has its own
line of merchandise upon it. The jewelers
work side by side, the shoemakers have a
street of their own. and the dealers in old
arms and old clothes each have their own
separate locality.
There is a saddle bazaar where all kinds nf
gorgeous saddles are made and sold in cell
after cell. There is a spice bazaar in whir-h
the' perlnmes of ground cinnamon greets
your nostrils. There is a Persian bazaar
where you can buy enough rich shawls to
carpet a larra from every long bearded,
richly dressed Mohammedan within it, and
there is a bazaar where the finest of gold
embroidered curtains and other rare articles
in silk and silver are sold. There are
bazaars of all kinds and the Turkish
merchant and the traders that you find in
them areof all classes and sexes and they come
from all parts of the Mohammedan world.
Here is a veiled lady in a balloon-like silk
gown from some Pasha's' harem, a black
faced eunuch with a whip in his hand
stands beside her and watches her
closely as she buys or a hand
some "Armenian. Ne.ir her stands the
hamel or porter with his saddle on his back,
ready to carry away for her anything she
may buy, though its weight be 600 pounds.
There is a Circassian with a high African
cap and his breast covered with cartridge
boxes. He Is a chief in his native village,
and he is making a trip to Constantinople.
Here comes a Greek in red fez cap, gold
embroidered waist and skirts which stand
out from his body like those of the girl who
rides the trick horse in the circus, and here
comes an Abyssinian slave in turban and
gown, whose face is as black as the silk ha(
of that European merchant who walks be
hind him. Here are Persians from Bagdad,
Kurds from Asia and Bashi Bazouks irom
the interior. Here is
and there, flirting with au old Turk as she
tries on a pair of new slippers, is a dark
eyed, rosy-cheeked beauty wearing the em
broidered dress of Bulgaria. There a group
of Syrians are drinking coffee together abd
here comes a lemonade peddler with a four
gallon bottle on his back, offering a drink
which he claims is sweeter than honey.
Commission merchants and brokers by
the dozens hang round you urging you to
accept their services in purchasing. Your
eyes dancs in trying to coniprcnend the
colors of the rainbow which you see all
aroa nd you, and your ears are deafened
with a dozen strange languages. You wan
der hrough street alter street, finding
something new at every Sep, and when you
think you have come to the end your guide
tells you that you are onlyat the beginning.
I huve gone again and again to these Con
stantinople bazaars and I find something
new in every street every time I go.
Feank G. Carpenter.
The Novel Industry Started by a Clever New
York Woman.
New York World.!
Of all curious and ingenious ways of
making a living that of the New York
woman who invented the "ordinary brownie
of commerce" takes the lead. Every knows
and loves Palmer Cox's brownies, who first
appeared in St. Nicholas, and later in book
form showed what pranks they were equal
to. At first they were only the old
fushioned little elves, with their skin-tight
garments and peaked caps, such as all
children were familiar with, but as the
series went on there appeared in the crowd,
first, a dnde brownie, then an Irish elf, a
Scotch one, a Chinese; old and young ones,
brownie policemen, and one who wore a
crown. The children all over the country
grew to know and love the'm, and then this
afore-mentioned ingenious woman conceived
the brilliant idea of making brownies
to sell. She worked at it some time, but
finally with the aid of a little wire, cloth
and a paint brush, she turned out a sprite
that wouldn't have known himself in the
glass from the real thing or from Palmer
Cox's pictures.
She made three of them at a venture and
sent them to the "Woman's Exchange. They
sold the first day, and the second day she
had an order for ten. Before the season was
over the Exchange alone had sold 1,500 of
them, the shops and exchanges in other
cities had taken as many more, and every
moment she had to spare would not suffice
to fill the orders that came in, and she was
forced to hire several assistants. Now a
well-known firm has hired her to make
brownies exclusively for them. They pay
her a big salary, give her an airy workroom
in their establishment, where there are half
a dozen girls to aid her and carry out her
orders. She has copied all the varieties ot
brownies that Cox drew and has made half
a dozen fresh sorts out of her own head. It
seemed a very trifle foundation for success,
but it is not the first time she has made
money out of trifles, lor it was she who in
vented the tissne paper owls which have
sold by the thousands, and when the
brownies lose their popularity is she confi
dent she can find something to take their
His Wife Slakes lllm Tell the Truth About
HI. FishlDfj.
Boston Courier. 1
He had just come from a day's fishing in
the perch pond, and was in the act of open
ing his mouth to tell ot his exploits, when
his wife, closing the book which she had
been reading said:
"Oh! it's you, George, jlear. I'm glad
to see you back. It was so dull with you
away that I took up the Bible to pass the
time, and was reading the Book of Bevel
ations as you came in. That's a wonderful
book. And just think, it says, 'All liars
shall have their part in the lake which burn
etii with fire and brimstone.' Have you
caught anything?"
"No, Mary," he answered. "I didn't
catch a thing, but I thought, as I went out
out to get fish, we might as well have a
string, so I called at the fish store and
bought these."
She said she was glad to get the fish, and
talked to him with much cheerfulness; but
he was gloomy and pre-occupied, and
scarcely said a word in reply, and, in a
short time, giving the excuse that he was
tired, went off to bed.
Poor fellow!
A Boston Lady Tnlks of the Annoyances of
Hotel Life.
Boston Herald.
"Why don't I go to a hotel?" replied a
Boston woman the other day to a remark of
a friend that it would be a pleasant change
from her summer housekeeping. "This is
why I don't board. I have to say 'Good
morning' to 50 people I don't care a straw
about. Every time T step on the piazza
the other women ask me how I do, if I am
going to drive, if my book is 'nice' if well,
you know the formula. Now some of these
people I like and some I detest; but I have
to be civil whether I am in the mood or not.
If I remain in my room, I am called 're
served,' disagreeable or worse. !
"I loath fancy work, and all the boarders
expect rae to admire what they are making
for Christmas and church fairs. Any seri
ous reading out of doors is not to be thought
of, because it is impossible to concentrate
the average mind in a chatter about the
relative merits of a Eosenbaum or a Bed
fern gown, or whether foulard is prefer
able to India silk, and what boat or train
somebody's husband comes on that after
noon. No, I am not adapted to the summer
The Child Wondered.
Youths' Companion.
Georgie saw a telegraph wire and poles
for the .first time. Gazing for a minute or
two deliberately at it, he remarked, in his
slow way, "Is there any woman big enough
to hang clothes on that line?
Eqtmlly Expensive.
Old Lady Doctor, please let me have my
Doctor My good woman, I know you are
not in the best of circumstances. I want
nothing formv trouble.
Old Lady Oh, that's kind of yon! But
who will pay the druggist? German Paper.
Nye Tells How a Reporter Became a
Detective and a Saddened Man.
He Continually Buns Against All Kinds
of Stumbling Blocks, and is
sad, sad reporter. He
said that he had been
regarded always as a
good all-around news
paper man, who bad
begun as a journalist
and gradually worked
his way up. He had
written every kind of
descriptive work on
short notice, and had
done everything from
a prize fight to ten
nis tournament, Irom
a four-hour speech on
the tariff to a holo
caust, and had been generally considered a
good man.
Lately he had decided that he would
strike out for original methods and thus in
crease his salary. He had noticed how well
it paid to do the detective reporter style of
work, and so he thought he would do some
of it. He had come on trom an interior
city and other newspaper men had told him
that to get on rapidly he should do some
difficult thing and then write it up. Other
people had tried in New York, but failed
because they just tackled the old reliable
stock of dime museums, elevated railroad,
Castle Garden and the park, so he ought to
do some daring and dangerous act, after
which he could write it up and get big pay
for it.
He tried it gently by riding on a street
car all day and talking with the driver and
conductor. He picked out a good-natnred
looking driver and bright conductor on a
Broadway car, and rode all one afternoon
with them,
from both, while he rode first on the front
and then on the rear of the car. Each man
told him of the hardships ot bis position.
The driver said that, though a young man,
he had quite a family at home, and that on
his salary he found it very difficult to clothe
Being Taken in ty Another Reporter.
the little ones, to say nothing of sending
them to school. His wife was blind, hav
ing lost her sight from the effects of over
work with her needle at night without
sufficient light, so that the little ones were
practically orphans. He had a long, hard
day's work to do, after which he had to cook
enough for the next day, and mend the
children's clothes while they were in bed.
And yet the company docked him at every
possible point and abused him if he dared
to sit down to drive on a dull day.
The conductor told a sad story of priva
tion also. He said he had only one little
girl, but she was a cripple. The child had
come one day to bring his dinner to him, and
on the way had been run over by a brewery
wagon loaded with glucose beer and a fat
driver. The conductor heard her scream
and ran to her in time to snatch her out
from under the hind wheels, but the other
wheels ran over her and injured her spine.
Now he had to leave her at home all day in
charge of his wife's mother, who was
paralyzed on one side and an habitual
drunkard on the other. Yes, he said, the
company docked him for the time he was
absent, when he ran to save his little girl,
though he only lost one trip. He was not a
complaining man, he said, but some times
it seemed hard.
The reporter made copious notes, and that
night made two columns of the story for the
Sabbath paper. "When it appeared all the
papers made fun of him because both the
driver and conductor of that car were re
porters who were also getting material lor
their journals, and when they saw that he
was securing information for publication,
they proceeded at a rapid rate to fill him
up, and even as the reporter was listening
to the smooth and tearful tale of the driver.
the conductor was thinking up what he also
would tell him.
In the alternoon the editor told him that
he would not do. "You ought to know
better than that," he said. "You have
made us a subject of mirth, for the other
papers have got their stories direct from the
driver and the conductor ot' that same car,
and the worst of it is, that they tell all
about how they loaded you up with prop
erty facts and low, coarse falsehoods. Yon
ought to know better than to show your
notebook anyway unless you want to be
done up. Now go and act at once and do
something creditable, or go away and never
come back any more. I am sick and tired
of people who have no originality of
thought. Why do you not lead a life of
shame, or murder some one, and write it up
for us?"
The reporter said he would do the best ho
could. He began by taking a drink at a
piece v here you can get a cocktail, afresh
egg and a bowl of bread and milk, with
music and a shave for ten cents. When we
stop to consider that the cost of the bread,
milk, egg, music, etc., is all taken out of the
quality of the cocktail we at once arrive at
tne conclusion that the liquor is of an infer
ior quality.
He drank another and then decided to
gradually nork his way over to the Inebri
ates' home, where he had heard there was
very poor food for the inmates and a good
field for newspaper work. He took another
Attorney street cocktail and a breath nf air,
and soon let off a yell which awoke a police
somnambulist. Goaded to madness by thus
being aroused in the middle of the afternoon,
the policeman hit the reporter a sickening
blow on the head and took him to the sta
tion. On the following day the reporter tried to
write it up as far as he had gone, but his
head hurt him so that he gave it up. The
other papers, however, had real good ac
counts of the incident, giving his name and
also stating that he was the reporter who
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had made an ass of himself by interviewing
two other reporters on a street car, and
filled the columns of the press with horror
over an imaginary tale of woe, well calcu
lated to injure the street car line.
So he did not try to investigate the
Inebriate's home at' all. He just stayed
for a few days at a little inebriate's home
of his own, and tried to make his wife b
lieve that he told her about the origin of the
He hired out then for a day or two as
assistant to a tinner, and went with him to
assist him in putting a tin patch on the
country seat ot a wealthy man. Here he
got to thinking once more of his old work
and also of the great field for usefulness in
the detective line. First he thought he
would try it as a stowaway, but he only
tried one vessel and found that another
naper had a representative there, and
one stowaway was really all that the vessel
would accommodate.
Then it occured to him to get smuggled into
a dissecting class. He had heard that the
classes in anatomy at one of the big colleges
were very much depraved, and that they
played baseball with the heart of the sub
ject, and when they went to lunch, in order
to prevent fellow-students frou swiping
their pipes and chewing tobacco, many of
them concealed these articles during the
lunch hour in the thorax of said subject.
He decided, therefore, that, ghastly as' the
subject was, he would have to do it. After
a good deal of delay he got permission as a
friend only to visit the dissecting rooms as, a
young visiting physician from PhiladeK
phia. He desired to reveal the true horrors
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of the dissecting room with his trenchant
pen and thus attain a name and a salary
which would rattle along down the corridors
of time.
He asked if he might be permitted to see
the gentleman upon whom the class pro
posed to elucidate, and was given permis
sion to visit the room prior to the hour of
demonstration, "if he would agree not to
carry anything away."
He went nervously into the place by him
self in order to get up his courage. Also
to make a few notes. He saw something
that looked like a person concealed under a
covering evidently doing the Sir John
Moore act. The reporter, with his fatal
notebook, went up to the table, and, won
dering whether he would see a mangled
criminal or a fair young Peri, he gently
lifted the sheet.
It was a young man.
There was nothing at all shocking abont
his appearance. He looked as it he might
be slumbering. One could almost fancy
that he breathed.
Pretty soon a large fly buzzed around for
a moment and alighted on the white, band
some nose. The corpse stood it as long as it
could, and then brushed him off.
The reporter felt faint. He tottered and
felL'over against the table. It tipped np a
little and the remains slid off at the side.
Seeing the note book the remains said:
"Mr., are you a reporter?"
"Yes, sir," said the sad man.
"Well, snake, if you please. So am I.
It struck me that it would be a good idea to
get at the inside of the traffic in dissecting
goods and raw material for demonstrations.
So I concTudcd to work it np and give it to
the public. I arranged the matter so that I
could be 'snatched' and I guess I must have
.overslept myself. The thing wasn't what
yon could call a success, however, although
I have got enough notes to make a good
story, but I have just found out, when it
was too late, that another medical college
surprised one of the reporters of the evening
papers, so he'll scoop me at 1 o'clock on a
story I had for to-morrow morning."
The sad reporter said that he went home
to the office and asked for an assignment.
"1 have none for you," said the city editor,
as he put a column story in the boiler and
boiled it down to half a stickful, "we have
"Very well," said the reporter with a sob,
"if you have no assignment for me I will go
home and with the.aid of my creditors I
will make one myself."
He is now doing time on a funny paper.
Bill Nye.
lie Spcndi it Inn Quiet Way and Feasts on
Free Lunch.
Chicago Tribune
The story of a salaried man who took a
whole week:
"If I couldn't have any more comfort
with money than some men whom I know,
I had rather remain poor. The other day I
had business with a man whose wealth is
variously estimated from a half million to
one and a half millions. I called at the
office and was told that he was on his vaca
tion. I said I was sorry, as my business
was urgent. The clerk replied that old
Moneybags would be at his home that night.
'Then he is not out of the city? I asked.
The clerk said 'No.' and added, 'His vaca
tions are halt days off and are passed
near his business.' Then I asked where I
could find him. The clerk took me back of
a screen and told me confidentially. I took
a Cottage Grove avenue car and got off at
Thirty-ninth street. I went into one of the
beer gardens of that locality and there I
found my millionaire with two or three
others, I don't remember the number.
Having transacted my business 1 apolo
gized lor the intrusion and left. Passing
through the business end of the .concern I
loitered n few minutes and talked with the
man in charge. I said something about his
good enstomers.
" 'Do ycut mean that crowd over there?'
he inquired, pointing to the one in which
the millionaire sat. And then he continued:
'They come here about twice a week and
three ot them chip in and buy a bottle of
Rhine wine and then work the sausage and
cheese on the connter. They call that fnn,
and I suppose they go down town and tell
about having had a monkey and parrot time
at my place. I'd "like to see such men
shipped to New York.' " ,
- M. i
Miss "Why, John, these gloves are
not mates.
John I know they're not, miss; and what
troubles me most is, the other pair what's in
on the table do be in the same predicament
as these. Judge.
Written for The Pittsburg Dispatch
The Pittsbobg
Dispatch I "Well, it
shall not be much
more fiction than fact,
and it shall have for
its place a single rail
road train. But, as
the cars are in motion
all the while, there
will be changes of
scene, nevertheless. It
will be like one of those theatrical views
which are the same throughout a play as to
the spot on which the action occurs, but are
shown from presumably different points of
the compass, so that the background
changes. I do not make it so for the pur
pose of economy in scenic material, do be
lieve me, but because it really was that way
in the occurrences depicted in this story.
They began at the Grand Central Bailroad
station, in New York, and with the depart
ure of a dVamatic company on a
professional tour. Such a party of
Travelers can- always be picked out and
identified the world over. Actors and
actresses are cosmopolitan in their vagaries '
of dress. If the actor's coat is made of common-place
fabric, it will have a curious cuj
to distinguish it, and if it be spaped in
conventional accord with prevailing styles,
it will be sure to be made of singular cloth.
In one way or the other he is bound to be
coated in a manner to announce his calling.
And the actress, if her traveling suit be
quiet and ordinary, there wfll at least be a
roguish plume on her hat. or some other
embellishment which says to every observer
as plainly as in words, "I am an actress."
So it was that in the multitude of people at
the Grand Central, and in all the commo
tion of arrival and departure, this one small
company of players displayed their occupa
tion to all who cared to know it.
There was trouble about their trunks, con
fusion about their tickets, and consternation
over one or two members who 'arrived barely
in time to board the train at all, but when
the wheels did begin to roll under the cars,
the business manager breathed a sigh of re
lief as be leaned back in his seat and felt
that, however the tour might end, it was
commenced without mishap. His name was
"Wilton Ortley, and he had been an actor
himself, but his voice bad gone wrong with
asthma, or something of the sort, and he had
been forced from the art of the drama over
into the commercial side of it. It was one
of those sumptuous parlor coaches, luxuri
ously peculiar to American railroads, in
which he hatt comfortably bestowed his com
pany. The principal among them was Helen
Delware, a woman whose beauty, bore the
test of daylight admirably and that is a
great deal to say of an actress, whose pro
fessional countenance has to be a matter ot
artificiality. She was above the medinm in
size, and certainly far superior to the aver
age of her sex in shapelinesss, which was
that of a Juno indeed. She was not as
young at 30 as she had been at 20, and yet
there were no signs of over-maturity, either
in the face, with: its. regular and almost
classical features, op in the form, with its
happy medium betwixt the slimness of a
girl and the roundness of a matron. The
richness of her traveling suit told of finan
cial resources as yet unimpaired by her
venture as a star actress. Helen Delware
The Tempter Succeeds.
had been less than a year on the stage, and
there had been no slow climbing of the
ladder in her" case, from obscurity to fame.
She had begun as a star, of as great a mag
nitude as lavish expenditure in schooling
'and wardrobe could produce; and if her
acting was not wondrous in the way of
genius, it was at all events remarkable for
its clear escape from artistic failure. It is
true that she had not yet exploited herself
in New York, but during one season of pro
fessional visits to nsely chosen small towns
she had found audiences to accept her, and
now she was off for a more ambitious route
through middling sized cities.
Manager Ortley, soon after the train
started, took a gentleman to her and placed
him in an adjoining chair. I wish to intro
duce this person to the reader particularly.
He was Andras Normaine. It wad to be
seen at a glance that he was a Frenchman,
and it did not take a long look to see that
he was a Parisian. He was dark complex
ioned, as most Frenchmen are, and tall,
which most Frenchmen are not. Of all
the theatrical party he was the single one
without a theatric aspect. The lower part
of his strongly handsome face was mus
tached and bearded, contrary to the custom
of actors, and he was enabled to leave it so
by reason of his role in the comedy used by
Helen Delware, being that of a gentlemanly
villain, and we all know that gentlemanly
villains invariably wear whiskers. Nothing
but honest amiability, however, was now
expressed in his bright, intelligent visage.
"When he politely removed his hat. upon
being presented to Miss Delware, he dis
closed that upright and close-cropped con
dition of black hair; which we are accus
tomed to see in Pans, but which in America
is associated in idea with foreigners
Frenchmen, Italians, or Spaniards. Agree
able as was the appearance of Andras Nor
maine in private life, it must be confessed
that when hn figured in the nlav as a wnnn.
drel ho resorted to no alterations whatever,
inriner man to displace nis naturally ur
bane expression with a sneering scowl. In
point ofa'act, he had not up to this time
been an actor at all, save during a week of
rehearsals prior to the outset. How this
had happened he explained to Miss Del
ware in the conversation which ensued.
"I have been much pleased with your
ability, as shown at the rehearsals," the
lady said, "And I am astonished to be told
by Mr. Ortley that you are a, novice. Do
you think that you will bo able to face an
audience withqut fright?"
"If I have done well enough to please you
at the rehearsals," he replied, "I think I
shall do no worses before an audience. It
was much more of an ordeal to act with
stage companions only than It will be fn a
filled theater."
Andras said that in English, and with a
strong French accent. The writer here
wishes to inform the reader that she is com
posing this story in her native French lan
guage. It will be transferred into English
for my American readers by a collaborator.
"Whether he will undertake to spell out my
hero's French-English I do not know, but
I fancy that he will not, because Andras
spoKe not grotesquely, but merely with a
French accent, to print which would make
him out a more or less comical speaker,
while he was anything bnt that. So the
reader will please to imagine, whenever
'words are imputed to Andras, that they are
uttered with French inflections and accents,
although they may be printed in perfect
"Forgivameifl seem to imply a doubt
that yon will acquit yourself excellently,"
Miss Delware proceeded, and not without
manifesting a desire to treat the handsome
Frenchman considerately. "I haven't any
such fear. But it seems odd that Jdr. Ort
ley should have accepted an utter novice for
an important part. Howdid it happen?"
"I will tell you'rankly," Andras replied.
"I am a Frenchman of good birth and no
money. I came to America aware that the
former fact would be of no value here, but
hopeful that the latter one might be reme
died in this land of wealth-making. I had
no definite plan, but simply came to New
York with only a few hundred dollars in my
pocket I fancied that somehow or other
lucrative employment might be secured. I
went to a small hotel In ITniversity Place.
That is within the boundaries, as yon may
know, of what has become New York's
French colony. I read French names on
the sign boards, saw French people in the
streets, and felt less foreign than I had ex
pected to. "Whenever I ventured outside of
this region, of course I found myself !n a
strange city of a strange land. Bnt I had
learned English quite thoroughly, and was
able to make intelligent efforts toward plac
ing myself in congenial employment. But
I did not succeed."
"I trust that you wfll find you have suc
ceeded now."
"I meant no disparagement of my present
position, believe me. All I intended to
say was that X could get at first nothing
pleasant to do for a living. For a little
while I was an agent for a French wine
firm a boomer, my American companions
called it but I doubt if I was the means of
selling as many bottles of champagne as X
consumed in the process of booming it, and
I was in imminent danger of pronounced
dissipation before I gave np the job. One
day your Mr. Ortley came to the modest
hotel where I was boarding, and inquired
of the proprietor for some French actor who
spoke English not too brokenly. The estab
lishment was a place where French stage
folks made their home temporarily, but it
chanced that the requisite guest was not
there. I heard the inquiry, and at once
offered my services. Mr. Ortley was in
clined to turn his back on me when I con
fessed that Thad never done any acting, bnt
I delayed his refnsal by urging that.-surely,
my French-English was just about the
thing he wanted. He surveyed me inspect
ingly, and seemed satisfied that X wonld
look as well as speak like the particular
rascal which he meant to put on the stage."
"A very gentlemanly rascal, you know
a perfect gentleman in manners, with an
unmistakable stamp of good breeding."
"Thank you, madam. You are consider
ate. I shall endeavor to so utilize what I
can't help that is, my French accent and
my deportment that the audiences will
mistake it for skillful mimicry."
Andras Normaine's free avowal of him
self seemed to open the lips of Helen Del
ware to a somewhat similar frankness. She
had taj:en a liking to the Frenchman, and'
was disposed to establish unceremonious re
lations. This was not usual with her, and
the others ot the party observed it with
curiosity. One of them eyed the pair cov
ertly, but with a look of seriousness unlike
the careless interest betrayed ny the rest.
This was John "Warduff, a florid and not
sentimental looking man, but when a hus
band sees his wife engaged in familiarly affa
ble dialog'ue with a gentleman who is
hardly more than a stranger, no amount of
phlegmatic disposition will prevent him
irom becoming ooncerned. Mr. "Warduff
was the husband of Helen Delware.
I have written of her as "Miss"
Delware. It is a theatrical cus
tom, as you probably know, to claim
maidenhood for actresses before the public,
all conditions of matrimony to the contrary
notwithstanding. But in the case of Miss
Delware the suppression of her wedlock
went beyond the printed play bills, and ex
tended to the members of the company, not
one of whom knew that she was Mrs. "War
duff. That was a whim of her histrionic
ambition. Her residence since childhood
had been in California, where her husband
had engaged in mining ventnres, making
and losing money spasmodically, and
finally getting to a climax in financial col
lapse. But his wife was more fortunate.
She had speculated in gold and silver
mines, too, and came out of the risks and
chances with a considerable fortune in her
own right. It was from this wealth that
she was drawing money to support her stage
career, in which her husband figured as os
tensible proprietor and capitalist of the un
dertaking. The only person In the travel
iuc party who knew that Helen Delware
and John "Warduff were man and wife was
"Wilton Ortley, the business manager, and
he had been enjoined to secrecy.
These two men sat side by side, half a
car's length from Helen and Andras. Ort
ley was one of those furtive individuals who
hardly conceal their interest in something
else than the convcrsation.they are engaged
in, provided there is another object of con
cern in sight. At this time, ulthough for
awuiie ne talked with WarduU about the
ordinary bnslness affairs of the company,
he eyed the other pair so constantly that
"Warduff noticed it.
"What are joh watehiagthem for?" "War-
duff at length asked, so saddealy tfetf'tfce -
other was ctartkcL
"Ob, nothing af all," he replies!, fenfeg -a
careless air. "I was woafcnag vhetiinr i
our Frenchman oan helpeBftetiag last the
kind of Frenchman we mnt la me play.
A good-looking fellow, isn't Ik? Asa Mig
Delware," and he used the professional
name of Mrs. "Ward off, "seems interested la
""What do you mean to InslnBate?"
"Not the least thlng No doubt slwfsa.
little anxious about his ability, or hi lack
of it. Are you jealous already? Thti
the usual folly of an aetress' h-wbaad.
Don't you indulge In it, jrtiesliy a
there isn't any reason."
Now, Ortley was playing the rsle of lags,
seeking to implant the seeds of jealossy in
stead of eradicating them, and for this
course he had two reasons. He was some
what in love with Helen himself, aad wosld
have been glad to set -up between the hat
band and wife a discord which, shoald
eventually estrange them. Secondly, fco
had faith in the solid success of the aetress,
and wished to get profitable oeatrel of her,
excluding the husband from beta tbe oaari
lal and business partnerships.
"I haven't any mistrust of her," "rTardna'
went on; "she it a good enosgh wife. She
gets interested in fine speeimeas of the oppe
site sex, like our friend, Andras" Normaise,
hut that is all it amount to. Tfeere is &
more serious matter that I want to talk to
yon about."
"Money. Yon have guessed it. I want
some. You know I have been gaablia
heavily in New York, don't you? "Well, .
last evening X made a plunging dash at the
faro table, hoping to recoup my losses of tee
part few weeks, if not to get ahead of tee '
game. The game got a good deal farther
ahead of me. J. lost a tnousana dollars,
which was six hundred more than f had;
The remainder I borrowed from a friend,
and it & a debt of honor that X really ought
to settle immediately. Indeed, I promised,
to make a remittance from Albany, oat of
our first night'sreceipts."
"But we have already mortgaged about
the whole of our share for the entire week.
X wished to get from jour wife the money
to meet preliminary expenses, but"
"But I told you not to, because I had al
ready exhausted that resource. She bad
paid out as much, or more, than the eest of
floating us out of town could possibly come
to. She Is no fool, and. while ready eBoagk
to stand the expenses of her stage ambition,
she has a pretty clear idea of what those ex-;
penses ought to be. As she has already
made me a liberal allowance for personal,
expenditure, beside advancing some hun
dreds to cover gambling losses that I con
fessed to, I don't think it judicious to strike ;
her for more. But you must let ma have it
""Why not go to your wife, confess yonr
gambling sins and ask for forgiveness or
forgiveness and money?" Ortley suggested,
not averse to making the husband lower
himself in her esteem.
"X couldn't think of it," "Warduff shortly
responded. "I mean to get along with my
wife. Perhaps' yon think that wonld be an
nnnsnal thing in the theatrical profession?
Well, then we shall be exceptional. My wife
lores me, and I regard her as a woman worth,
cherishing. No, 1 won't, go to her for the
"If that is the way you feel abont It, I must
manage it in another way, I suppose. Uakn a
note of Su00. and when we get to Albany "
"You will Und somebody to discount it?"
"Yes ir it has the slcnatnre of Helen Del
ware as indorser. Guaranteed by her, I know
a party who will advance the money."
He tore a leaf out of a memorandum book
and wrote on it a note for$500. Then he handed
to Warduff the pocket fountain pen which he
had used in wrftine, and indicated where ho
should sign, which he did.
"Sow tako it to Miss Delware," Ortley said.
Accepted With Thanto.
"and get her nameon the other side. Yoa
dislike tot Well, it isn't essential that she
shonld know what or why she is signing. Tell
her It is an order for some trivial thing any
thing you please. It Is only a form, anyhow."
Jttere again uruey oieaub w itu uiu uuier
into difficulty. Tho trap was vaguely set, and
when, a few minutes later, it caught the in
tended prey, tho trapper waa elated by his un-.
oxpectedly quick success.
The truth was that Warduff knew Us wife's
alertness too well to suppose that she wonld
sign anything without knowing its nature. He
would not trust to the small chance of a lapse
in her habit of always knowing what she was
about, even though she was absorbedly en
gaged in a dialogue with the Frenchman. But
he meant to mako Ortley believe she had
signed the note. He said to himself
that there was not much risk:
or criminality in forging her signature.
Shouldn't a husband havetbat privilege by
right? The law ought to discriminate in that
particular. If It didn't So he joined her, foil
into tho conversation awhile, showed her some
thing or other from his pocket, and endeavored
to make it appear to Ortley, who did not seem
to be watching the proceeding closely, that ha
was getting her to indorse tne note. Instead
ot that, he took the first opportunity to imitate
her signature with his own hand. Then he re
turned to Ortley and handed the note to him.
"You didn't have much difficulty after all!"
Ortley remarked, as he scanned the indorse
ment. 0, none at all," was the slightly nervosa
reply. '
Ortley pocketed the piece of paper, saying,
"You shall have the money to-morrow in Al
bany," and at tba came time communine with
himself: "So you are a forger, my foolish
friend? Something profitable to me shall como
of this."
A week elapsed. The theatrical company
spent their evenings acting in theaters, and a,
good part of their days in transit from city to
city. Tbey had a car to themselves, after tho
usage of well-equipped American dramatic
tourists. This was a veritable salon on wheels.
The players who inhabited it suffered nothlbg
like tho constraint and restrictions ol
European continental travel, with oar (tufty