SCARED MONARCH. Millions a Year and Hundreds of Wives Fail to Bring Joy to the Sultan. HE FEARS THE 'ASSASSIN. How the Great Caliph Lives and Rules at Constantinople. A TfiEABDEI FILLED WITH DIAMONDS. Resarded n ibe Shadow of God by His feuljects Ills Resemblance to JayGoald A Royal Prop-ess to Frnyera Falaccs Tliat Arc Visions of Oriental Architect oral Benuty A Fondness for Americans nod a Desire to Develop Tmkey Bound by Debt and Fanaticism of Ills Bobiccis A Jast Judge. rrsOM OCn TBATELIAO C0mnSSI0"JER.I ONSTANTINOPLE September 2. On the 22d of next September Sultan Abdul-Hannd will be 47 years old. He has an empire nearly half the size of the United States over which he is absolute ruler, and his word means life and death to more than 33,000,- (NX people. n-K is WftYthe spiritual head of ... -r J the great Mohamme- idan religion, and 200,- l 000,000 lips speak his i name in worship every dar. Multitudes in India, North Africa, China and South Europe look upon him The Sultaris Coachman as the "Shadow of God," and like the Turks of Asia Minor regard him as the representative of Ma homet He has an income of 510,000,000 a year. His treasury is filled with diamonds. His palaces are numbered by scores and he counts his Arab horses by the thousands. He has countless servants to satisfy his . every wish, and his harem, filled with the beauties of the Orient, is replenished each year with the fairest of the young female blavesof Georgia and Circassia. If phys ical comfort, sensual enjoyments and world ly sower are the chieftends of lire, this man, sow in his prime, ought to be the happiest man in the world. He is on the contrary one of the most miserable. Every one of the roses of his lite conceals a thorn, and in each of his palaces the skeletons of fear hide in the closets, stand behind the marble columns of the salons and poke their heads out at him through the perfumed steam of his luxurious Turkish bath. Having abso lute control over millions of lives he exists in daily tear of losing his own, and he trembles as he spends his nights and days inside his great palaces surrounded by his guards. He moves among his people only when he is lorced to do so by the religious observances which are incumbent upon him as the head of Mohammedan religion, and his only outing is on Friday afternoon when he goes in state to worship at the Mosque. AK ISIPOKTAKT CEEEMONT. This ceremony is one of the grand sights of Constantinople. The people would rise in insurrection if the Sultan omitted it, and it takes 7,000 troops to guard him on his way from his palace to his place of worship. The favorite mosque of the Sultan is that of Hamidiea. It was built by him and it is a beautiful structure of white marble with great minarets rising hundreds of flet above lis airy dome aud looking out over the Bos phorus, Stamboul and the sea of Marmora. It is near the Sultan's ceat palace, called Yildiz and it is in the English quarter of Constacinople, known as Pera. A wide winding road leads from the palace to the movque, and at the side of this a house has been built by the Saltan for distinguished foreign cue&U. This houc is just opposite the moque and its windows command a fine view of it and the roads leading to it Armed with the card of the American Min ister and accompanied by my Mohamme dan guide I was received by the officer in charge when I called at this "house vester day. I was given a seat at one of the win dows and lor two hours preceding the cere mony I was interested in the massing of the soldiers and in the preparation for the coming of the Sultan. First came a little army of C3rts drawn by donkeys and led by b'are-leeged men in tuibans. These carts were filled with soft yellow !aiid. and this sind was spread over me roau to tnc depth ol several inches. The Sultan's royal bones are too holy to be jolted over cobble stones or macadam, and wher.everhe goes out to drive the road over which he Intends to march is covered with sand. After the carts came water wagons and the sand 'was sprinkled to make it softer and firmer. As time goes on the soldiers march up division alter division nnd rank themselves along the highway. There are regiments of cavalry on the finest of Arabian steeds, each regiment hav ing horses of the same color, and nearly every regiment uniformed differently. Here is a troopof Circassians with black caps six inches high, upon the crown of which are white crosses. They are dressed in Eu ropean uniforms, and upon their breasts are rows or cartridges. Below them are cavalry from Asia Minor, and coming down the hill in the distance are troop after troop of bronie-faced, fine looking men in turbans and caps on the finest of Arabian horses. The soldiers are tall, broad-shouldered and straight. Down another road mmli Inn- lines of infantry, some in green colors o( Mahomet and others in clothes of blue trimmed with red. "WATCrllNG FOB THE CALIPH. As the hour for the comini? of thR Snlfnn approaches, the roads turn into rivers of color, and along the side of them, back of the soldiers, are seen the curious characters of a Mohammedancrowd. Thereat the ri"ht is a patch of white, and you note that the hundred balloon-like bags of white cotton or silk, which seem to stand upright on the ground are alive and taking your glass you see that out of each bag near the top peeps two black eyes and you know that these are the ladies ot several Mohammedan harems, who have come out to get a view of the Sal tan. Now come the ofheers of the court. Theydrive up in carriages drawn by mag nificent horses. Some of them come on Lorseback, and the breasts of all are covered with medals, while their clothes of Euro pean cut fairly blaze with gold lace. Each man wears a bright red fez cap, which looks like a gigantic red tumbler inverted, and these caps crown the heads of the soldiers as well as making the whole crowd look like a great human flower bed of red. There is a cheer from 10,000 throats, and the music is heard in the distance. The cry goes Dp that the Sultan is coming, and now around the corner, preceded by a gor geously dressed guard upon horseback, sur rounded by officers, with swords drawn, comes a low barouche drawn by the most magnificent black horses yon hare ever jisj iuum vi iavll irllifA f Rjj ' ! fSj l" tsaKafe. A mm w 11 IW D I Ut'J.JJ X. m m mm m mm seen. These are driven by a coachman, whose body is resplendent in a red velvet suit embroidered in gold. He has a fezcap on bis head, and as he holds the reins tight his gold sleeves hang down like those of the ladies' fashionable dress of some years ago. The carriage is black, but its trim mings are gold, and the horses are resplen dent in gold buckles and trimmings. In the carriage itself three persons are seated. On the front seat I note a fine, graywhiskered old man. It is Osman Pasha, the hero of Plevna, and beside him is a younger man, a favorite of the Sultan. On the back seat sits THE SULTAN HIMSELF. He is more simply dressed than any one of the 10,000 people surrounding him, and his clothes are the morning suit of a gentle man, the coat cut high at the neck lite that of an Episcopal clergyman when out of the pulpit. His coat is edged with red cord and he wears the same kind of a boiled shirt and turnover collar that you do. His head is covered with a red fez cap which you could buv for a dollar, and below this look out a pair of large, liquid dark eyes through a lace which is of the same sallow hue and which has the same features as that of Jay Gould. Jay Gould's face is the twin of the Sultan's. The two men have the same nose and the same nervous worn feat ures. The Sultan is perhaps a trifle taller than Gould, and I would judge that he weighs perhaps 20 poands more. He is, I judge, about 5 feet 9 inches and he weighs about Abdul Samid II., Sultan of Turkey. 150 pounds. His face is the color of old Jer sey cream, and his eyes are large, black and restless. He has a high, narrow forehead, a long, thin face, a nose just slightly in clined to the Roman, aud he wears a lull set of short, luxuriant, glossy black whiskers. His hands are long and thin, and he has the look of a man who lies awake at night. He does not look like a happy man,and his eyes wandered here and there as he rode slowly over the sanded wav to the gates of the mosque. As he passed the house of enter tainment he looked up and raised his hand to his fez cap in salutation. He then drove on to the mosque, and going up a private stairway was soon hid from view. As he en tered the gate the soldiers all turned around in order that their faces might be toward him, and when in the course of half an hour he appeared again, they resumed their old position. AX UNHAPPY MONARCH. I have seen the Sultan several times dur ing my stay in Constantinople. I saw him twice at the mosque, and I saw him when he made his annual procession across the Gold en Horn to Stiimboul to kiss the mantle of Mahomet, which is preserved in the old Se raglio. I have met some of the most noted of his officials, and have had numerous con versations with men who have been connect ed with his palace for years. The Sultan likes to wall his doings with secrecy, and only the barest details of his private life are known to the general public "Within the gates of his great palaces only his intimate friends and his most trusted servants come, and I am told that he has such a fear of as sassination that he has men continually on guard, both about his person, at his doors and about his watch towers. The palaces of Yildiz are all built oa hills. Their grounds contain many acres, and they consist of ravines, through which flow bub. bling brooks, of forests and lakes, of parks and of gardens. They rise almost straight up from the beginning of the Bosphorus and the 30 or 40 palaces which His Majesty owns here all command views of the surrounding country, Notwithstanding this elevated position the Sultan still fears plottings and assassinations. , He trusts few people im plicitly, and he seldom goes to bed at night. He sits up until 1 o'clock, amusing himself as best he can, and then throws himself into a cushioned chair and dozes on till daybreak when he retires to his bed to sleep. He has those about him in whom he thinks he can confide, but the fate of his predecessors warns him to beware. During the 13 years of his reign he has had several revolutions and he was frightened almost to death when the Czar of Bnssia was assassinated. He has a number of other palaces outside of this one in wnich he lives, but he seldom occupies them for more than a few hours at a time. One of his largest palaces is that Mosque of the Sultan. of Dolma Bagtche, which seems to rest on the waters of the Bosphorus, and which is a great airy structure of stone and stucco painted so that it looks like marble. It is surrounded by beautiful gardens and parks, and is gorgeously furnished with rich carpets, crystal chandeliers and with all the beautiful things that money can purchase. A MAGNIFICENT PALACE. This place was that in which Sultan Abdul Azziz lived, and the upper part of it was devoted to his harem. When it is remem bered that this man spent nearly three million dollars a year on this part of his household alone, some idea of the grandeur of the furniture can be conceived. In one year Abdul Azziz spent six hundred thous and dollars for pictures and there was noth ing too costly for his palace. I went through this palace by means of a special permit of 1he Sultan, and 1 saw great crystal posts as big around as the body of a man, and more than six feet tall, on the top of which were immense candelabra, the prismatic crystals of which sparkled like the diamonds of Sin bad, the sailor, under the rays ot the light, I passed through room after room finished in gold and walled with sitin. I entered the most luxurious nf bath rooms and spent some time in the grand audience hall where the Sultan holds his re ceptions at Bairam or the Mohammedan Easter. I walked upon the court, in front of the palace, along the beautiful waters of the Bosphorus, and looked at the yacht of the Sultan, which, with steam up, stands unused in front of the palace: and n T aj Lso I remembered the story which one of the sultan's omciais told me as to why His .majesty never occupied wis grand building over night. It is, said the official, because of a warning which the last Sultan gave him. This Sultan woke up one morning to find the gunboats, which he had built to guard himself, turned against him, and he advised Abdul Hamid never- to occupy a palace which could be so easily stormed as this one. A GOOD HOUSEMAN. The Sultan is thoroughly posted on all matters relating to horses. He keeps track of the militarv affairs and is posted on all new in ventions in arms. Not long ago there was sent to him from America a set of the Meybridge photographs, consisting of in stantaneous pictures of the horse in action. The American Minister and the men of our legation looked at these pictures but did not see much utility in them. The moment the Sultan saw them he grasped at the advantage they would be to horse training, and he ex Tilained to the Minister what they meant. He afterward offered Mr. Straus a present of a couple of fine Arab horses, but Jhe Min ister explained that he did not think it would be right for him to accept presents and he declined the gift. He gave presents to General Grant and to several other Americans and he has made some presents to Abram S. Hewitt. He is very fond of America, and I am told that he is anxious to have American capital brought into the development of his country. When Vanderbilt visited uon stantinople he gave him an audience and proposed to him an investment of some of his millions in Turkey. Mr. Vanderbilt explained he had other' uses for his money just at that time, and jt was the same with Stanford. Senator Stanford, however, told the Sultan that he would be glad to build railroads In Turkey if he were a younger and a poorer man, and that he would ask nothing better than the chances which the Turkish Empire offered for American money-making. HANDICAPPED BY DEBT AND FANATICS. It will be seen lrom this that the Sultan is interested in the development of his coun try. He wonld. I doubt not. make an able ruler if his people and his creditors would let him. Through the extravagances, how ever, of the Sultans of the past, Turkey is loaded down with debt and the empire is practically bankrupt. The foreign bond holders regulate the collection of the taxes and foreign officers sit at the seat of cus toms. The Sultan" never sees the tribute which Egypt pays to him yearly, and his every act is tempered by foreign influence. Surrounded as he is, he does the best he can, hoping against hope, and he is much more or a ruler, in fact, than is generally supposed. He does a great deal of work. He looks over a great part of his correspond ence and dictates matters to his varions officials. He has the veto 'power on all t dings relating to his people, and be now and then takes matters into his own hands and countermands the acts of his Grand Vizier. He has the absolute appointment ot all the officers in the empire, but he has to trim his sails very carefully for fear he will get the fanatical party of Turkey down upon him. The Grand Vizier is his Pre mier, and he has his Cabinet of advisers as has the President at Washington. He reads the Turkish newspapers, and has men who translate such articles from the foreign papers as bear upon Turkey. He wants to know everything that is said about his country, whether it is good or bad. and he was lately very much interested in an article on his k'ingdom published in the New York newspapers. He gives his peo ple ample chance to bring their grievances before him and every time he goes to pray ers petitions are presented to him. They are held out by the petitioners, and one of his aids-de-camp takes them, and His Majesty looks over them when he returns to his palace. Such as merit inquiry are in vestigated and their wrongs righted. The most interesting thing in connection with the Sultan, however, is his life inside th roval palace. The stories of his harem, ot how his wives are chosen and of the ups and downs of married life in Turkey will always be new to the people of the Christian world and of these I will treat in my next letter. Fbank G. Oakpektek. TBfi FLUNG SQUIKEEL. A Cnte Little Animal That Makes an Ad mirable Pet. Correspondence of the Globe-Democrat, l Among the small animals which are quite a rare sight to city folks, and even dwellers in the towns, is the cunning little flying squirrel. This is really a wonderful crea ture, and appears to be a sort of compromise between a bird and au animal. It is about five inches long as to its body, which is black and gray and white beneath, and cai ries a bushy tail quite five inches in length, having a peculiar construction which as sists it in its flight from tree to tree, but the main apparatus used in flying, or in reality leaping, is a loose membrane connected to the frout and hind legs on each side, which the squir rel has the power to expand at will, thus increasing the surface presented against the air. "When they desire to go from one tree to another they first ascend to the topmost branch, and boldly leap off into space. Then it is that their kite-like appendages make themselves useful. They spread out and the little animal, guiding itself by the tail, takes a downward, circular flight toward another tree. When it arrives within six or eight feet of its intended landing place it changes its position so as to light upon its feet against the tree, when the membranes become greatly reduced and are not at all in the way. They live in decayed trees, where, if not disturbed, they become quite numerous. They are difficult to catch, and bite viciously when captured, but they are easily domesti cated and make admirable pets, 'and soon become an unfailing source of amusement to the children. They live upon nuts, acorns, insects, and are said to eat small birds. Every evening a family of three or four of these interesting surviving denizens of our suburban woods, who make their home in a giant oak, sail across the street one af ter the other to a tree at the residence of the writer, where they scamper about the limbs searching for ther favorite food. It seems from their actions that they are noc tural in their habits and pas's the day snugly curled up in their home in the old oak, which probably accounts for their sur vival long after the dainty gray and fox squirrels have disappeared. DOWN TO HARD PACTS. lie Wps Willing to Becln Where nil Fnlhor-ln-LaTT Did, New York Weekly.: Testy Old Gent Huh I Do you think you can support my daughter in the style to which she has been accustomed? Young Suitor Well, no; but I can sup port her in the, style to which her mother was accustomed for a good many years after she married you. Old Gent (subdued) Take her, my ton, and be happy. ' Leaving tlio Spa. Mrs. Qutztiff I wonder why they call that trunk a "Saratoga," Lemuel ? Mr. Quiztiff Simply because it'll take all you're got, and not say a word, Puck. '-8) ss5fe A SOLDIER'S BEIDE. Gallant Custer's Widow Describes the Life of a Warrior's Wife. LOVE'S TEIALS Off THE FfiONTIER. Pretty City Girls on the Plains as Wives of Army Officers. BEIDAL TOUJJ IN AN AEHX AMBULANCE. rwarrrEit ron tub wsrxicn.1 t p i7TJNDKEDS of the II ) women who followed ' ' those who "led the to the far West way" were the wives of farmers or working men, accustomed to some sort of labor at home, or at least do- I mestic women, who were used to bake, brew and stitch for the household; hut there were other sorts of pilgrims whose pretty feet were im printed in that virgin soil, who knew little of the utilitarian side, of our existence. These "lilies of the field" were the wives of our officers. A military man is generally conceded to be the most engaging of beings. His personal appearance takes him a long distance on the road to favor, for he is trained to erectness, to a fine carriage of the head; his muscular development follows on the habits of his active life; his uniform transforms one who might be passed by in a crowd into a cynosure for all eyes. Add to physique, carriage and clothes the manner which a man in so social a life as the army requires, ana it is seldom that be comes knocking at the barely half-closed door of a susceptible heart that it is not flung wide to welcome him. If our American can be made to admit that there is an aristocracy 'in the United States, the army belongs to it. It is one profession where money is not necessary. An officer dares to be poor, because a for tune cannot improve his social position; it is independent of filthy lucre. The military man, therefore, poor as he is, is welcomed with cordiality in all the higher walks of life. While among civilians on duty, or when on leave of absence, he is thrown among the fairest women ot the land, and he, of couise, proceeds to fall in love. The father who smiles on him would frown on a clerk with the same salary. The paternal mind is at rest about the daughter's social standing. A LOVER'S COMPUNCTIONS. Compunctions do assail the offioer when the object of his adoration is the center of a devoted family, living in idleness and luxury. He pictures her enduring hard ships, and snuts bis heart against tempta tions, now ouen x nave nearu tnem say: "How could I have the effrontery to ask a girl to endure our life?" and yet, in the end, they all do. When he tells" a girl that he loves her, be has the grace to mention that there are trials. The girl usually tells him, in a wise little way, no life is without its trials, and in accepting him makes him sure an existence with him, no matter how hard, is preferable to a lifetime of luxury without him. The prize he gains is a pretty, accom plished, agreeable girl who knows literally nothing ot the practical side of existence; who very soon after her initiation to the plains would give all her knowledge of the piano in exchange for the secret of bread making; she would barter her still with the brush and pencil for the gift of an ex pert needle, or the power to cut and model the simplest garment. Nevertheless, with her charming head, empty of all that per tains to the prosaic side of life and its grind, she is still a prize. The daintier and more butterfly her previous existence, the quicker the transformation into a practical housewife. I have hardly known it to fail that the more luxurious her former exist ence, the less mention of it and the fewer complaints an army woman makes. These fine, fastidious creatures, courted in a con servatory anda won in a ballroom, can exhibit more adaptability and show more endurance than any women I ever knew. Our women as a nation are becoming more renowned foradaptability than all the women the world over; aud if a young girl can come irom school and mi the highest seat in the land without an error, or if our beautiful belles can enter the nobility as wives, and shine with such effulgence at the most for mal and austere court in the world, why should we not claim that there is no situa tion in life that an American woman can not grace? SHOET NOTICE TO MOVE. It may not be generally known that it is the policy of the Government to give each regiment five years' tour of duty in a de partment Circumstances change it to two years, and, even after a year intone Terri tory, unexpected orders transfer troops to the Gulf of Mexico or California, perhaps. A young army woman holding up her rosy tipped fingers to tell off the stations in which she has lived, finds, even when she is but a new campaigner, that her fingers give out in keeping tally. Governments forget that there are such blessings as domestic life among those who serve. While a woman looks about her plain quarters in Texas, and congratulates herself that her inventions and devices have turned the barrack into a ''homey" spot, and reasons to herself, "Oh, if it is so dread- iuiiv warm, sun mis is Dettertnan moving; at that very moment perhaps the orderly crosses the parade ground with'an order for her husband to prepare to take up his march for some post hundreds of miles in the North. Possibly but a few hours are given, and in the hurry of preparation the pretty devices for beautifying the home are torn from the walls or hurriedly jumbled into crowded packing cases; the choice garments crushedinto trunks; the china which, in her inexperience, the young wife has brought from home, instead of earthenware, is pat into barrels by clumsy hands. At dawn next day the ambulance in which she Is to journey is brought to the door, and iwiuuai, uiieu wun me last lorgotten traps, guns, books, ammunition, baskets and boxes. A BOUGH BEIDAL COACH. In the first place, the ambulance in which the bride is going to travel lor hundreds of miles is not a luxuriant equipage. The Government builds them for the sick, but happily there are few ill people on the iruuuer, auu mey are, inerelore, oiten loaned to the officers by the Quartermaster to transport their families. The wagon is long enough to admit of two seats on the side being joined in the middle and con structed iuto a bed over six feet long, on which the wounded or sick can lie. Under these seats at the end are round holes, in which the kegs of water are carried. The entrance is at the rear and the steps are low, so one can get in and ont readily. The driver on tie front seat can be cut off by a curtain from those inside. At dawn the troops move out and the wagons are pulled into line and begin their monotonous march of four miles an hour, sometimes varied by a long stop at the cross ing ot a stream, where a bridge is made or a causeway laid of logs. 2Jo matter how smooth the road, the traps inside the ambu lance roll around, and, with the persistent obstinacy of inanimate things, which mokes W 1 fflt fir them seem human in their perversity, they plunge toward the open door to tumble out. The traveler spends the day, slipping from the leather seat and recovering herself. The seat is narrow, hard, and has no back, ex cept the slender wooden strips of the frame over which th,e cover is stretched. It is dusty, and there is a tantalizing dry heat, while the sun beats down remorselessly on the black waterproof cover. The luncheon, hastily prepared, is not improved by travel. The water in the canteen is warm. LOVE'SMOOTHS THE BOAD. , And yet, at the end of 25 piles of this irksome jourpev, I have seen the sweetest face, pale, perhaps, but notrown ing, look out of the entrance of the wagon and greet her husband without a murmur. She speaks always of the lovliness; that sort of a murmuring no man minds, since he knows it is for him the sentiment, is called forth. Most of them say something like this: "If a girl marries a man and, comes out here she rather expects to see something of her husband, don't you think?'' aud then he lowers his voice and makes some reply that the driver tries in vain to hear; for a soldier, from the highest to the lowest, has a world of romance in his nature. The promises of a few weeks or months before of a girl in tulle and lace and orange flowers, with all the glamor of first love, all the allurements of luxurious surround ings, were not idle words. With such chancel before her to prove her devotion, she enters into her life joyous at the very thought that no one can doubt that she mar ried out for one reason. Her Journey over the plains is but the repetition of the experiences of the wife of the pioneer; there were no royal roads over those Bun-baked prairies. The windstorms shrieked around the ambulance, rocking it in its violence, or tore the canvas of the tent in its fierceness with just the same sav age fury that it did the lumber wagon ot the frontiersman. The sun scorched and'therain soaked the military pioneer just as it did the brave man who sought a new home. There was this to be said lor the pioneer: When he finally located he need not move again, unless irom some untoward circumstances. With an officer the marching was "from sun to sun," and, like a woman s work, it "was never done. Some may suggest that the mititary wife had not the "ever-present fear of Indians in her journeyings that the wife of the pioneer had. Bnt she had, though. We have, even now, with peace brooding over the land, a very small army. A 8HABP CONIBAST, The journey overland from Fort Leaven worth, Kan., which was the great outfitting place, to Santa Fe, N. M., took six weeks, and this was the bridal tour of many an army bride. I saw so many then, and have talked with them since about that eventful time.and no women of them all but declared that their wedding journey was the best any one ever had. In our life there was no gradual leading up to anything. It was a succession of plunges the whole life through. For instance, one day a pretty, delicate bride plighted her vows under exotics and in the midst of affluence. In three short days, possibly less, she was sitting in an ambulance trailing slowly over the Western divides. It was not the enthusiasm of youth and fervor of early love that made even that weary way seem to have the verdure and bloom of a garden, for years afterward I met these girls one after another, developed into matrons and mothers, and perhaps in all that time never knowing what people in the States term comfort, but still they had no murmuring word. Army women have faults, but complaining of their life is not among them. At the end of these journeys of weeks, after experiencing everything in the way ot what the elements can do, encountering prairie fire, making camps without fresh water, eating salt meat and coarse food, sub jected to fright from Indians, and, perhaps, l.heing orcn. in the midst of a skirmish with the foe, into what sort of a habitation do you think she was introduced? A HOME ON THE PLAINS. Long before the post was reached the field glass revealed a group of low huts, isolated and dreary. The color of the plains a dull, rusty hue, it was hard to realize that human beings were herde'd there. On nearer and nearer approach, there watf no mistaking that it was a garrison of Uncle Sam's fol lowers, stationed way out in the plains be side a muddy stream. The low, dark quar ters were built of adobe, the sun-baked blocks of clay that the Mexicans use. The earth floor, small windows, and narrow door all combined to add to the gloom. Not a tree was in sight that could cast a shade. The army woman set gloom at defiance. She went to work resolutely to try to make another home. She watched eagerly when the boxes and tables which contained her few treasures were unpacked, and winked very fast to keep the tears back when almost everything was found to be nicked, bent, broken or crushed ont of shape. I have seen them take the articles one by one and arrange them in the quarters, get some sim ple curtains to the Mindless windows, and so settle themselves in a few hours that the husband, coming from his duty at night, entered a home. In traveling now over the route to the Eocky Mountains I sometimes hear the weary voice of some complaining woman exclaiming: "When will these hideous plains cease ?" and looking at her surround ings the comfort and ease of a Pullman car, the books, fruit, ice water, the dining car, above all, all the water in a land of water famines, that she needs for her toilet I cannot help contrasting her journey with that of her brave predecessors, whose buoyant faces gazed westward and never turned back a regretful look. Elizabeth Bacon Cdsteb. TANNING AN ELEPHANT HIDE. It ! a Pretty Ble Job and Takes Three Ycnr. From the St. James Gazette. It weighed about 1,200 pounds, and was about an inch and a third thick. After be ing put in a reservoir of pure water to green it, it was beaten for one hour every day with an iron on a large anvil. After being ten days in pure water it was left for another ten davs in water with about 4 per cent of salt. Then it was replaced in pure water again for 20 days. During those 40 days it was constantly in soak. The head and feet, weighing about 300 pounds, were then removed, and the skin hung on spikes in the drying room. After hanging one day it was putiu a vat contain ingipotash and a small quantity of sulphur of sodinm in the following proportions: Water, 1,000 parts; slacked lime, 25 parts; potash, 3 parts; sulphur of sodium. 2 parts. After being two days in this bath it was rinsed in pure water of a temperature of 20 degrees, when it was again, placed in the drying room. After this double operation was repeated three times the skin was ready to have the hair taken off. This operation occupied about one day's time, and gave about 75 pounds of hair. Another day was spent in cleaning add scraping. By this time it lost 30 per cent of its weight. The operation of its preparation lasted two months, and it went through the same course as cowhide, with the difference that each phase of the work took three times as much time. The skin should be stretched in the pit, and placed in the middle of cow hides. Six layers of powder are then thrown in; two first, two second and two third layers. Altogether the tanning takes three years. The partition of time is thus: Becoming green, 40 days; worked, 16 days; prepara tion, CO days; repetition, 60 days; first pit (double), 200 days; second pit (double), 300 days; third pit (double), 400 days, Alffy Could Not Fool Her. Jndjre.1 Algernon You must not think, dearest, that because you are rich and I am poor I am trying to marry you on account of your money. Genevieve Whose are you aftr, pa's? m I I 1HD A GEEMAN-AMERIOAN. ROMXnOE.' -Written for The E.D. L, T 7 o'clock ofVraw, foggy February night Herr Friedrich Wach amuth, wine merchant of Warren street, sat at dinner with his family at his home in Stuyvesant Square. A portly and placid man, not subject to violent emotions, HerrWach smuth was calmly de voted to three things in life and respected a fourth. The 'three Ihinpg to which he was devoted were his niece, the Fraulein Minna Wachsmuth, his son Helnrich, and tne tame; ana he re spected the wine business. in all four of their directions his feelings maybe said to have been warrantable. The Fraulein Minna, beautiful and accomplished, was unequivocally worthy of devotion; his son Heinrich was a generally amiable youth in good healthy the table he put his legs under he always made sure was spread with the best, and the wine business, in the 20 years of his connection with it in New York, had brought to him a comfortable'fortune. A sigh of satisfaction escaped from be hind the napkin of Herr Wachsmuth as he J smoothed it down with delioerate move ment above his rounded front. He had just finished pudding. His glance fell upon his glass of amber wine, traveled thence to the shaded lamp, wandered on to the tall por celain stove in the corner, lingered a mo ment upon the snug curtainings of the win dows, passed lightly along a'row of engrav ings of the Bhine castles on the wall, and brought up at the point from which it started the softly illuminated face of his pretty niece. "If Alex. Martersteig is as handsome as his father was there will be need to look out for you," said Herr Wach'smuth, beam ing in a way which declared an utter lack of sincerity in his proposition. "Manys the night I've lain awake fearing your poor aunt would be the Frau Nicholas Marter steig, and to this day I believe she would have been if he'd asked her. If Heinrich here ever comes to be as jealous of Alex, on your account as I was of Nick on your aunt's, I shall pity the boy. Eh, Hein rich?" Herr Wachsmuth was unmistakably jocose, but Heinrich seemed serious. "Is Herr Martersteig handsome, Hein rich?" asked his cousin, laughing: "Not if I am a judge," returned Heinrich, with some asperity. "He looks, to me like a doll. He is starched up so he can't turn his head. He wears French heels on his boots like a woman, and his trousers are so tight I think he wonld rather stand up than sit down." "How awful!" cried Minna. "But that is the German fashion, you know. Does he wax his mustache, Heinrich?" "Yes. he does." re'turned the youth shortly. "You could use it for pins. And he wears a single eyeglass like the Englishman that's having his pocket picked in the wax works." "He has been in the university and in the army," said the wine merchant, whose cigar was now glowing. "His father was in Goettingen before him, and he was a cox comb, too. He fought 40 duels, and he read poetry to your aunt in such a way that it is no wonder I was jealous." "I wonder if Alex, loves poetry," said the Fraulein Minna, with a reflective air. "No douht," blurted her cousin. "That will just please you, won't it?" "I don't know," returned Minna. "A man with a single eyeglass would have to read Heine very charmingly,,! think, in or der to touch me. Will you read a little po etry to me this evening, Heinrich?" That was a malicious stroke. If Minna nad asgea ner cousin to get ner a seat on a crowded Coney Island boat, or to tell her the score in a ball game, or the winner at Monmouth Park, he could have accommo dated her with alacrity and ease. But he had no more understanding of poetry than he had of the cuneiform inscriptions. He had been reared in a German atmosphere, had spent five years in a Hanoverian gym nasium (much against his inclination) and was as devoid of ideality as his father, and as American as though the Wachsmuths 1 had been among the passengers on the May flower. He was in love with his cousin, but not at all because their sympathies ran in the same channel. Minna, who. had spent 15 of the 18 years of her life in Germany, was essen tially German in body-arid mind blooming, fair-haired, blue-eyed, gentle and senti mental, with a certain amount of self-possession and sprightliness not common in the German girl, and which may have been the American contribution to her charming Heinrich Meets Louisa. characteristics. She was not'in love with her cousin, and although the wine merchant and his son may have been blind to them there were several reasons why it was nat ural that she should not be enamored of Heinrich. He was only 19 for one thing, and the 18-year-old woman is not apt to look up to the 19-year-old man; and for another thing he was a good three inches shorter than his cousin, who always felt like giving him her arm and handing him into horse cars when they were out together. Add to this that he found almost his entire litera ture in the sporting and theatrical columns of the newspapers, and that he would have had to think to tell the difference between blank verse and rhyme, and it will seem not altogefherstrange thatMinna.ayoung person familiar with the novels, of three language, and gifted with a bountiful supply of ideals ideals of men among the others should have been able to maintain in her consin's company an imagination quite cool and a pulse quite equable. The wine merchant was a long remove from an ogre; he would no more have compelled his niece against her wish in, a matter of the heart, or in any other matter, than he would have eaten pndding before soup or sold Stein berger Cabinet for Hocheimer; but he had a placid idea that Heinrich was to wed Minna, and Heinrich was of the same opin ion, and Minna herself felt no assurance to the contrary.. The untouched heart of Heinrich's cousin was frequently the cause of jealous spasms in the breast of the young jnan. He did not know that it was un- touched j he believed that he had touched it, t To? IvHjOrf rTvr"" I m m I ROSES Pitts'burg Dispatch, BEACH. A ( and that the machinery of its affections was in lull responsive operation; but- untouched it was, nevertheless, and in its comparative ly unsympathetio state it failed to be warned of things calculated to hurt Hein rich, and permitted words and acts which, quite unintentionally, stirred the wine merchant's son to bitterness. Thus stirred was he when his cousin asked him if Alex. Martersteig was handsome, and ,when she pensively expressed wonder as to whether the young collegian loved poetry. The wine Merchant had read, in the newspapers that morning the name of Martersteig among th arrival by the Bremen steauship Trave, and had sent Heinrich over to the Hoboken docks to see if it was; as he suspected, the son of his old friend,, Nicholas Martersteig, of Stettin. The voyager proved to be, sure enough, Herr Dr.. Alex. Martersteig, Ph. D., of Gottingen, son of the handsome Nicholas, aforesaid, friend and menace of the worthy wine merchant's youth. ThetTrave had succeeded in making quarantine just before sundown the day previous, and had Tun up to her dock at once, enabling her passen gers to land the same evening. The Herr Doctor had gone to s Hoboken hotel,, and there Heinrich found him. Heinrich had reported the meeting very 'briefly at first, saying merely that he had found Martersteig, and that Martersteig had expressed delight and promised to present himself at the earliest opportunity to his fathersoId friend. When Heinrich gave that brief account he was not particularly interested in Alex. Martersteig, but his father's banter and the thouebtlesscuriosity of his cousin awakened an interest in him. He found himself dis liking the youngdoctof of philology rapidly and with great heartiness. There was con siderable bitterness in his comments upon Martersteig! personal appearance, his consin's playful' invitation to read poetry to her embittered him still more. He did not reply directly to .the question in hit cousin's remark, but it was the question which prompted his answer nevertheless. "I don't believe you'll get Dr. Alex, to read poetry to you right away, Minna." he said. "He's got somebody over at the hotel that suits him pretty well, X think. You'd like to know who it is, wouldn't you? Well, it is the chambermaid. I came on them a little suddenly, I suppose. They n - tRJ ,HEINBICH'S PEEDICAMKST thought it would take me longer to get up stairs. I was sorry to interrupt them, but I'd no idea there was poetry going oa at that hour in the morning. Talk about poet ry, that was poetry, I tell you! They stood in the doorway together; she had his coffee things on a tray; he was all wrapped in a big dressing gown that went three or four times around; he had his glass in his eys and his cigar in his fingers, and he held the chambermaid's face between his hands with her chin tilted up, and " "Heinrich!" roared the wine merchant, "did he kiss the servant girl?" "He did," replied Heinrich, looking at Minna. "Just like his father!" cried Herr Wach smuth. "It was that confounded propen sity, my dear," continued the" wine mer chant, turning to his niece, "which kept me so concerned about your aunt He didn't stop at servant girls, Nicholas didn't. Every mother in Stettin was on the watch for Kick. And Alex, is a chin of the old block! I shall be proud to welcome the boyl" Heinrich continued to look at his cousin. She may have been just a trifle troubled; some vaguely crystallizing ideal may have vceu uiiw;u auu spoueu, out sne was evi dently not deeply concerned by her cousin's storv. Oh, HeinrichI was that story worth while? Was it at all a decent thing to tell Minna that the young Herr Doctor from Goettingen kissed the Hoboken servant girl? Especially when there was no truth in it, was it decent to tell such a story? Ob, Heinrich! the true story of that incident in the Hoboken hotel is very different from the tale you told your cousinf and it is necessary that Herr Dr. Martersteig should be exonerated; and necessary as well that the picturesque transaction which you de scribed should be so reported as to show the true part borne in it by Herr Wachsmuth's jealous son. IL The first American day on which the young Herr Doctor of philology opened his eyes was gray and nipping. He had slept well at the Hotel Bruckbauer, though so far in different fashion from that to which he was accustomed at home that all the bed had been beneath him instead of three-quarters of it on top. Thrusting his feet into slippers of thick felt and' wrapping himself in a heavy dressing gown that reached his heels, he pulled the bell and shivered com placently as he glaced from the window over a snow-sprinkled little square and caught a vague glimpse of the Hudson rolling black and turbulent under the fog. A waiter, dex terous and amiable, appeared in answer to his call with rolls and coffee. Would the Herr be pleased to have also an egg? Or perhaps he would desire something even more substantial after the rigors ot his voy age. No, the Herr would dispense with the egg, and with the entire larder for the pres ent; but it would be a gratification to him if he might be served with a fire and a barber. Hoboken is a place which affects a gentle mergence of the customs of the Fatherland into the customs of America; the Mountain of barber there will go upon call to the Ma homet of customer; and Herr Martersteig, re freshed by his coffee, "well shaved, and warmed cheerfully by an open fire, was dressing himself with satisfaction and leis ure. The jealous Heinrich had labeled him grossly at least by implication. He wore the narrow trousers and the French heels; and the monocular glass of the British em pire and the German army huns upob his Bhirt bosom; but at that point ne ceased wholly toefe to HftUriea'a liimisjliia. He was a tall yoaag Mfew, fWnly knit s4 graeeiuuy ?fpefUOMa.wmi awitw m brown hair, straight ad at rflkea ftam large aad gentle irewn fW a efear aik'm, r ruddy and well tanned; aA am eretiia ' of the oat agreeable aad irrniiriWe g4, hwaer. Xet Herr WaoBMMKk's timm be what it May, Nicholas, the father, mbM hardly have been ItaadsoaMr tk AJeac, tfce soa; aad a slight earl of a tear free a sehlager ott the right cheek of we man fast at we edee of the we waxed saattaofte ol JieMnea'c manets deseriptioay bat a nataral aad rawer mi erate do way growth., war we'.raaer a4 sever teuebed showed wm we Mk mt Nicholas had beea followed by we ( Alexander, aad that tbe spirit M the beBty of the father had beea atea la the sea. As the handsome young philolagietiefcd a cigar aad lastly beetewed'we fwlihistf touebee upon his toilet, the awtahie fm et his father's friend appreieeed we hetel from the direetioa of we JBeessea desk. Heinrich had made ifiqairieaef ike QCrsyee chief steward, and had Iwl frees that powerful, fanetioaary M Jktr 'Mk. terseig's whereaboute At we hetel he presented bis eard. whieh was sent up to Herr Marterrtwx; weed, i promptly bask iavitiM Heiarieh to k it. The mas whe shewed the way stopped as they came to the heM oi the stain aad pointing dewa the corridor observed ji "St roonr37,' sir, at the end of theheiij ye can't miss it, sir;" aad dashed haekdW the stairs, leaving Seinrieh aleae. The wine merchant's soa weat osasthei had directed Msa. asd had oamnlilml 1 the dUtasee between x we head. the stairs aad the deer of reees tfwfcstt there popped out of areoaat bk ewest yonng wosaaa loaded down with a of cleaa towels. The towels were as in a symmetrical pile, the base f rested upon the young woewa's i hands, while the top seared far ah head. Iaasseeh as the towek shatesTltor re Mr view absolutely, it it would have beep sasas circumspect if she had adyanatd MS Mute j hall with deliberation: bat beiag.J Mfe shetook the chaaees, whieh led lrM 4 collision with HeMrieh te vieteat sM,'tx expected that bath he aad she wss Wms, while the towels were showered like sttas-' flakes over a oousideraWe area, n xm center they sat, refarsiag eaea ower imk considerable asieaishsseaC As Heinrich helped the yogaerwsnw fei gather op her towels he notiesd Wa'tt; was an exeeediagly aUraetrre leweav wss sprightly and tidy, with a as4 j- tense blushes, aad s pair of MaeS ': whose dissolving glaaees worked MSjlsa with a suddenness and fallaeer Ml ewkst comparable only to the sadasatwet aad fullness of eieet yielded by woodburnlng stove whieh was hM. market a geaeratios age ua4tr we "air tight." la all the davs her bad at his cassia Hiana he had hundredth part of the fee Mwt m:-. at the masked ball. into tiis veins as they picked op the seal-j tered towels in company. Whea we lass. .& towel had been recovered Heinrieh walled a silver dollar from his pocket, aad Wietf. ing like a turkey cock, asked the giri's name. "Louisa." she told him "Laaiaa Niemeyer." Heinrich held out the stiver dollar to herwith great awkwardness; sW spread out her apron prettily, and the eekt ' dropped into it. "Thank you, sk?' she'' said. She was very close to him as "she spoke; be had never felt in his life befoe'i sucn a pressure of stupendous emotions;, bv fore he knew it bis arm was around her- waist ana sne nad got a kiss lrom hia uH wen as a aouar. xnen she was gone; aael Heinrich went on to the end of the hall, aad? , snocsea ai iterr Jaartersteig's door. nT Martersteig was at once overcome by the attractions of Minna. Upon one pretext or another he presented himself in Stayvesast Square every day sometimes twiea a day. Herr Wachsmuth was away. Ob the day following Heinrich's journey to Hobekea ia search of Nicholas Martersteie's . sea the wine merchant had been summoned to Balti- v more. The attairs of the house of Haleer schoppen & Co. in that city were very seri- -a t Introducing the NiMlUL ously complicated. Hal bench oppea &Co. were agents for Wachsmuth & Seaoeamsv, and it was necessary for a member ot the--New York house to go on to Baltimere. Herr Wachsmuth was away from the fifth to the sixteenth day of February, aad H was only after the most strenuoas exerttomX on bis part, coupled with considerable gee lacs, mat miDerscnoppen a Co. were" firmly re-established on their feet. Mean time Martersteig had pursued the wise merchant's niece with a zeal iassired in part by her gentle beauty aad sprightly intelligence, and in part by a indifference which he found at oaee Bevel and exasperating. He had never betae met a woman so fascinating and, unreepoa sive. He sought in vain for a motive fcr her indifference. He thought of Hewrteh,v . and was unable to feel aav meatal dtstarh- ance on account of that youth. A Qorsaaa, - ana a scholar, ne cad oeea. prompted -to analyze the eondnet of the wise merehaat'a niece, and had come to the ceaclusiea wacv such indifference as she displayed to hint would never be expended upon anybody Hl whoa she was not interested. Ha 6Wtvj what comfort he could frem this parade Y uutu nerr wacBsmuia est aeae fraii Baltimore. "Alexl" tried the wise mmliut vl ": they met, "embrace met Ye are the sea ei1) youriamer. I to JMaxd of yeu, y rsweaj. Wal: Wtm 'm' 'JaafasfA ir tmmuiL&, qgfaSsMr ' r-4& A . , l,iA.-.if-4 "EB1 ESiasiEa
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