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SCHOLAR AND FAIET.
The Quaint Story of the Wise Magis
trate and His Loves.
AIDED BY KING KANOXCDLUS
The Scholar Searches for the Flower
WINS THE MILLER'S LOYELT DAUGHTER
'iTrinslatcdforTHE DisrATCH from tlie German
of Kudolph ltaumbach.l
, HERE was
Y i i-v once a young
I I scholar, who
"S3 I I in spite of his
W I youth was so
' C?h - wise and
ftVXj learned that
had the seven
wise men of
ed the earth
into a discus
out one spring morning to hear the grass
grow; for he understood even that, and as
he wandered in the light May green and
saw how the brignt wonders of the air flew
around the star flowers, and heard how the
cricketin the grass, the birds on the boughs
and the frogs in the meadow brook sang
their marriage song, he thought of his vil
lage home that he had left years ago to at
tend the university, and he also thought of
the little black-eyed maid, who had given
him a heart of ca'ke at parting, and who at
the same time had shed bitter tears, and the
thought of all this enlivened his spirits
On the following day the scholar tied up
his bundle, took a clumsy stick in his right
hand, and carrying pleasure and joy in his
heart, wandered out of the gate into the
Three davs after he caught a glimpse be
hind the blooming fruit trees of his native
church tower and its familiar blue-slated
roof, and the wind carried softly over to
him the sounds ot .1 bell.
"Will she know me?" said he to himself.
"Scarcely, and I shall have trouble to dis
cover in the 18-year-old maiden the little
Greta of old. But her eyes; her large, clear
eyes must surely disclose her to me. And
when I see her sitting before the door on the
stone bench, then I will creep up to her and
and the rest will take care of itself'
The scholar threw his hat in the air, and
gave such a loud hhout that he was fright
ened at his own voice. He looked shyly
around him to see if anyone had been a wit
ness to his freedom, but aside from a field
mouse, which had fled hastily into its hole,
there was no living thing near him.
With fast beating heart the scholar made
his way into the village. The sounds of the
bell were no longer heard, but in their place
there arose joyful strains of violin and flute.
A wedding party was moving through the
narrow village street.
The bridegroom, a young and sturdy
The Bridal Procesiion.
peasant, looked proudly about him. as if he
would ask the dear Master, "What wili
vou take for the world?" The bride,
adorned with a glittering crown, kept her
eyes modestly fixed on the ground. But all
at once she raised the lids, and her large,
clear eves revealed to the magistrate, who it
was that stepped under the bridal crown.
It was afternoon. The field glistened
golden green, and the sun strewed thousands
of glimmering rays over brook and river.
Mankind rejoiced'in the light, but to-day it
hurt the magistrate, and he shaded his eyes
with his hand. .Thus he strode forward.
Presently he was joined by a traveler who
had apparently gone a long way, for he
looked like a wandering cloud of dust
"Good friend," said" the stranger to the
scholar, "the sunlight blinds you, is it not
The scholar acknowledged it
"See," continued the stranger, "there is
no better remedy for that than these dark
spectacles which I wear. Try them," and
with these words he took his spectacles
from his nose and handed them to the
He complied with the man's request and
put on the dark colored glasses. They did,
indeed, soothe his eyes. The sun lost its
bright glow, the meadows with their red
and golden flowers, the trees and bushes
and the roof of heaven, all were gray, and
the magistrate was content
"Are the spectacles cheap?" he asked of
the wandering man.
"They are in good hands," he answered,
and I always carry many spectacles of that
sort with me. Take them from me as a re
membrance, dear scholar."
"Ah, you know me, then; and may I
"Who I am," the stranger added. "My
name is Grumbler. "Farewell 1"
With these words he turned into a field
and soon disappeared from sight But the
scholar pressed his gray glasses firmly on
his nose and went on.
Tears had passed since this occurrence.
The scholar had become a surly bachelor
and had forgotten how to find pleasure in
the world. It is true he went out into the
open air, but the trees' greenness and the
blossoms' beautiful colors existed so longer
for him. He tore up the plants, carried
them home and pressed and dried them.
Then he laid the flower mummies in gray
blotting paper, wrote on it a' "Latin name,
nnd that was his sole pleasure, if it could be
Xn one of his wanderings he came upon a
secluded valley; a brook flowed within it,
which drove a mill; and being thirsty, he
asked an old woman, who was running her
self before the door, if she would kindly
give him a drink. The old woman com
plied, invited the guest to sit down and went
into the house. Hot long after a young girl
brought milk and bread and placed both on
the stone table before the guest It seemed
to the scholar that the girl was not ugly, but
tie was not quite certain of that, on account
of his glasses, and he did not wish to remove
them because he thought the sunlight would
hurt his eyes. He quietly disposed or what
had been offered him, and because the mil
ler's daughter would take no pay, he pressed
her hand and then left She, however,
looked after the melancholv man until he
had vanished behind the bushes.
The meadow valley in which the mill lay,
cautt foster many strange plants, for the
earned man came mree aays alter nis urn 1
visit, and spoke to them again in the ailL,
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And so he came even more frequently and
was soon an expected visitor.
He brought the old grandmother sugar,
coffee, snuff and other timely presents, and
he entertained the miller with pleasant talk,
but he directed not one word to the blind
daughter, instead he contented himself with
gazing at her through his gray glasses. Then
the miller pushed the grandmother gently
with his elbows and the old woman nodded
her wise head.
One day as the scholar had left the mill
and was going along the edge of the
meadow, he noticed a mole, which hung in
a noose and was struggling to escape death
on the gallows. The kind-hearted man went
up to it, released the captive, and placed it
on the ground, then mole and scholar each
went his way. .
One evening as the learned man sat in his
study, it happened that a bat flew in at an
open window. That is not exactly strange.
But when he perceived that a tiny man not
larger than a finger was seated on the bat,
and-that this small creature dismounted and
bowed profoundly before him, he was over
come with astonishment.
"What do von seek here?" he asked of
the midget, and not in an altogether friendly
tone. "Go to a necromancer and do not dis
turb sensible people at their workl"
The little man, however, did not allow
himself to be confused, but seated himself
on the writing sandbox and said:
"Do not repulseme; I wish you only good,
for you have treed me to-day from an evil
condition. Tbe mole whom you released
from the noose was I."
"Indeed! And who are you really?"
asked the scholar, at the same time examin
ing the little man through his glasses. He
had a fine and delicate form, and if the
spectacles had not been so gray, the scholar
might have perceived that the tiny being
wore a small green coat and a gold green
"I am the wise genius, Banunculus,
said the dwarf. "My servants fend the
erassesand herbs. Some they wash with
The Maid of the mu.
den, and others tbey comb with sunbeams,
and still others furnish nourishment for the
roots. In order to watch the last named
without their recognizing me I took the
form of a mole. In this way I was soon be
trayed into the noose, out of which your
hand freed me. And now I am here to thank
you and render you a service."
"Well, let me hear." said the scholar.
"You ar: a learned man," commenced
Banunculus. "You know the flowers and
herbs which grow on meadow and mount
ain, in wood and field; but one bloom yon
do not know."
"What is it?" asked the scholar eagerly.
"The flower is called heartsjoy."
"Ho, that one I do not know."
"But I know it," said Banunculus, "and
I will tell you where you can find it If
you follow the mill brook, which you know
so well, to its source, you will come to a
rock. There you will find a cave which
the people call the little night's cave. And
at the entrance blooms the flower heartsjoy,
but it blooms only on Trinity Sunday at the
hour of sunrise, and whoever is on the spot
ca. pick the flower. So you understand
"Farewell then," said the dwarf, mounted
his winged animal and flew through the
The scholar rubbed his forehead in be
wilderment and shook his head. Then he
became absorbed in a book, which was
bound in hog's skin.
One evening a few days after this occur
rence the miller's lovely daughter sat before
the mill in the meadow and near her was the
grandmother. The spinning wheels buzzed
and the old dame related about the Fran
Perchte, who presented the industrious
spinners with stems of flax, which changed
presently into yellow cold, and many other
wonders she related. She also gave an ac
count of the sleeping man, who sits in the
little night's cave. Every 100 years he is
visible, and should a maiden kiss the sleep
ing man three times, he will be delivered
and the maiden receives a sweetheart as a
reward. Thus the old woman continued to
relate and the lovely girl listened and spun
the tales still further, like the flax of thread
which she held in her white fingers. The
stars shone in the heaven and as it was the
time when the elders were in bloom, the
eyes of the maiden were overcome by sweet
weariness. She sought her little room and
went to rest
In the night it seemed to her as though a
tiny man stood before her, clad in a little
green coat and a gold green cap. The small
creature looked very friendly, and said to
"Thou lucky child. To thee and to none
other is assigned the treasure in the night's
caves. To-morrow is the day when the
sleeping man will be visible; at the sunrise
he will be sitting quietly slumbering at the
entrance of the cave, and if thou be not
timid, bnt-kiss him heartily three times on
the month, then the spell will be broken
and the prize will be won. Beware, how
ever, in this work of redemption lest thou
speak one word or make a sound of any
kind; otherwise the sleeping man wili sink
3,000 fathoms deep in the earth and he must
await again 100 years for his deliverance.
Thus the strange being spoke and then
disappeared. The girl awoke and rubbed
her eyes. A sweet odor like that of new
mown hay filled the room and the gray
morning peeped through the opening in the
window blinds. The brave girl arose from
her couch and dressed. She stole softly out
of room and house, and stepped briskly
through the dewy grass to the night's cave.
The birds were astir in the branches and
were sleepily trying their voices. The white
mist sank to the ground and was drawn in
streaks over the meadows, and the tops of
the fir trees were golden colored. The
miller's lovely daughter stood at the en
trance of the cave, and truly, a sleeping
man sat on a moss covered stone just as the
dwarf had foretold. The girl nearly cried
out, for the sleeping man looked so exactly
like the scholar, even a pair of gray glasses
was on his nose.
Luckily tlje maiden remembered the
drawl's warning and silently, but with a
fast beating heart she approached the
sleeper, to perform the sacred work of re
demption, and she did not find It so terrible
as she had thought it would be.
She bent 1 quietly over the sleeper "and
kissed his mouth. The man made a move
ment, as if he would awaken.
The girl kissed him a second time, where
upon the man opened his tied eyelids and
looked at the maiden through his gray
glasses in a ghostly manner.
But she stood firmly and pressed the third
kiss on his lips.
The man bounded from his seat in such
haste that the spectacles slid from his nose
and were dashed to pieces on the stone floor.
And once again he saw the fresh green of
spring lighted up by the sun's rays, bright
flowers and the blue heavens, and in the
midst of all this splendor, a maiden, beauti
ful as a May rose and as slender as a lily.
And he embraced her and gave back the
three kisses, and numberless more besides.
Seated on a gold-green buttercup was the
wise genius Banunculus, and he stamped
his tiny feet for joy. Then he sprang down,
so that the flower quivered, and he went to
oversee .his important business. He had
kept hit word. The scholar had found his
heartsjoy, and the miller's lovely daugh
ter her sweetheart
THE QUEEN; OF SPAIN.
How a Young and Beautifnl Girl Has
Ruled a Great Country,
TORH WITH CIVIL DISSENSIONS.
A Tobacconist's Son Ascended the Steps of
STEAKGE STOEI OP SPANISH KOIALTI
rwBrnxs fob thi dispatch.'.
All the world knowshow successfully and
heroically the young Spanish Queen has
maintained her 'most trying position. The
regnant Victoria sailed through 60 years of
prosperity, guided by the most competent
advisers, but this young girl came unex
pectedly to the throne of a country torn with
civil wars, a country where she was looked
upon with hatred, and she has made her
position strong, not only with power, but
Alphonso was handsome and good na
tured, romantic from his many amours and
the pathetic story of his first Queen, This
new intruder was an Austrian. She had
disappointed the nation twice in giving
birth to girls, and it was hought the throne
might go to pieces or to the everlasting
Carlists, when she rallied herself, as it were,
gave birth to a son and took the reins of
Government with such tact and ability, that
she is now loved with almost fanatical de
votion. She understands the power of personality,
and is always herself on the spot reviewing
the aruy in person, opening the Cortes, at
tending all national exhibitions, going to
the furthest part of her kingdom in case, of
calamity, taking active part in all Govern
ment relorms, in fact, proving herself one
of the most active and able of existing sov
ereigns. I will not repeat the well-worn tales of
the court of the baby king, his nurses and
his uniforms. It is of the kinglet's great
grandfather that my revelations will this
time speak. For I remember a story an old
Spanish grandee once told me, under a
pledge of secrecy, in a little old Bohemian
Spanish inn in Paris, frequented byFor
tuny and Madragar, where I was staying to
gets bits of color for a Franco-Spanish
novel. I promised never to tell, but noth
ing was said about writing.
The story is different from that published
in court history, but the grandee was a dis
tant relation of the hero, and the story of
such a nature that I do not think he would
have told it if it had not been true.
A LOYAL CHILD.
The ruler who preceded Queen Isabella
was a strange, coarse man of violent temper
and repulsive exterior. Extremely suspi
cious of his subjects, he was always trying
to test their affection, to penetrate by dis
guise into their homes that he might learn if
he was beloved by his people. It was a point
he was exceedingly tender on. One evening
toward dusk he left the palace in disguise.
Some new rumors that he was unpopular had
disturbed him and he could not rest till he
had investigated them. As he approached
the borders of the royal park he found that
he had forgotten his tobacco, and seeing a
light gleam from a little shop where his
soldiers were supplied, he bent his steps
towards it On eutering he only found a
boy, who had been left in charge by his
father, the tobacconist While making his
purchase His Majesty noted the singular
beauty and intelligence of the child's face
and asked him his name, which the boy
said was Lorenzo. The King then lighted
a cigar and skillfully led the conversation
till he had induced the boy to speak of his
feeling for his sovereign, when the uncon
scious child disclosed a heart of such loyalty
and love for his ruler in spite of his faults,
which he freely babbled off, that the mon
arch exclaimed: "Would all my people
were educated like this; then would my
throne stand firm!" Then he left him gaz
ing with astonishment at a gold piece in his
The next morning the king called his
chamberlain, and said: "The tobacconist on
the borders of my park has a son of great
intelligence; I wish him placed in the royal
college." "But, lour Majesty.the college is
only for the sons of nobles." "Obey my or
ders." Some time after this the king paid a visit
to the college to learn of the progress of his
new favorite. The teachers praised the boy,
but complained that the other students ill
treated him, and would not associate with
him, because he was not a noble. "Lorenzo,
come here," the King cried; and putting his
arm round him, said, before them all: "Kiss
me, mv boy." Then taking a decoration
from his breast, he pinned it on the child
and said: "I make him noble; treat him as
if he were my son."
The poor o'ld King had married his fourth
wife, and still was childless. His infirmities
grew upon him and he was now stricken
with a fearful disease so horrible and
repulsive that ail fled from bim. Lorenzo
had now left college and entered the army,
and the King had lost" sight of his little
favorite. The boy had grown up to be a
handsome young officer of the most luscious
DEATH AND INTEIGUE.
One day the monarch, ill and almost de
serted, heard someone playing a sweet little
melody on a mandolin from the garden out
side. The air soothed him, and he cried:
'Who is that?" "It is Lorenzo, your
Majesty." "Send him to me." Then, as
the young officer stood before him, he dis
missed his attendants and said: "Do you
love me, Lorenzo?" The poor old King was
disgusting to behold, swollen beyond
semblance to humanity, sans eyes, sans
teeth, sans everything, and in the clutches
of his dreadful disease. Lorenzo's great
feeling could forget all, and bursting into
tears, he threw his arms around that mass
of corruption, crying: "I love yon, your
Majesty. I would give my life to save you
one moment's pain." "Then yon shall
never leave me."
After this Lorenzo was always at his side.
But now comes a new actor on the scene of
this strange drama the Queen. The Prin
cess Christina, daughter of the King of
Naples. As the disease progressed even
the attendants fled and in all the crimson
and gold of the royal chamber only Lorenzo
and the Queen were left to watch the bed of
death. Lorenzo was one of those who seem
to be born to die for their sovereign, but
the young Queen did not look with the same
loyal eves on the dying King and she soon
fell in love with Lorenzo.
Before her child was born she caused a
new law to be passed securing succession to
it whether male or female and that is how
Isabella came to the throne.
The young Queennowplungeddeeperinto
guilt, and fearing for the futnre began to
secrete great sums of money and even to re
place some of the crown jewels with paste.
In this she wanted Lorenzo to become her
accomplice. Reluctantly led before, he now
saw his chance for power over her. Soon
the time came when they sat on cither side
of a bed with a corpse between them.
"Lorenzo," she said, "1 will always remem
ber your services. I will reward you with
great honors and titles." 'One title will
be sufficient, madam," he said, with a smile.
"What do you mean?" she cried. 'Tour
husband or you go to the scaffoldl"
A POPUIiAB QTTEEN.
And so the tobacconist's son mounted the
throne. But let us turn from those times ef
intrigue and horror to the present. If we
do not find Queen Christina riding or sitting
m the park with the little King, we will
surely find her bending overher embroidery
frame; in this delightful art she is the
most accomplished woman in "Europe.
Wherever she goes she always visits the
monasteries and examines their ancient
treasures, talks with the nuns about the old
stitches and patterns and encourages them
to imitate them, often herself teaching the
less expert, showing them how to utilize all
the ragged pieces by cutting them out and
appliqueing them on cloth of gold or silver.
In the lacemaking districts she
'tries to encourage the old indus
tries, and her favorite headdress is
tne traditional mantilla. Of course.she Is not
Spanish in type, but it is her desire to be
Spanish, and in this all Spaniards love her,
for she desires to encourage and reclaim all
those lost arts, which elevated as they were
by the noble decorative feeling of the Moors,
were the admiration and astonishment of all
artistic Europe. Most of her own embroi
dery is ecclesiastical make and is sent by
her in gilts to the different churches of her
dominion and occasionally some remarka
ble specimen is made an offering to the
Pope. She loves to take a piece of old bro
cadeperhaps already enriched with
threads of tarnished gold and taking the
original design as a clew work it all over in
her own fancy of color, ot which she has a
wonderful sense. She also studies with great
interest the principles of Japanese decora
tive art .
She has a bijou residence in a park near
the city which she has arranged herself and
artists speak highly of her color effects, but,
of course, she has all the tapestries, magnifi
cent brocades and priceless bric-a-brac of
the palaces to draw from, so it would not be
a very difficult task to put together a good
color harmony if one had the slightest ieel
ing or education, but it seems most royal
persons have not, lor palaces are proverbially
Occasionally the Queen, after praying for
her nusband, steps before another tomb and
leaves a wreath of flowers on it it is near
the altar in the royal chapel, and is that of
the beautiful Mercedes, Alphonso's first
I cannot speak of Spain without jumping
over into Portugal and speaking ot the in
habitants of one of the loveliest villas on the
peninsula, who has been queen of mtny
TENNIE CIiAFLIlT AT COTTBT.
I experienced a shock when I went tojthe
opening of the great college opposite the
South Kensington Museum, Gresham, I'be
lieve, and saw Tennie C. Claflin sitting on
the platform beside the Prince and Princess
of Wales. "Why, there's Tennie C. Claflrnl"
I exclaimed, pointing her out to my very
stout American companion. "That," said an
English dame, "is Lady Cook, wife of Sir
Francis Cook, who endowed this college."
"Lady Cookl" gasped my companion in in
dignation; "so he made a lady out of her,
did he? Well, it must have been hard wjirk.
God help us who are not 'ladies.' "
Yes, she caught him after a long chase,
but she is more than a "lady" in Portugal.
There she is a "Vicountess, for her lordjhas
done great service to the Portuguese Gov
ernment, and his country seat at Cintro has
world-wide renown. I met in France a lady
who was at the court of Portugal when Ten
nie was presented, all in pure white, with a
coronet on her brow, and magnificent dia
monds blazing on her well-worn bosom.
She' looked very handsome and grandly con
scious of her dignity as she conversed with
the court ladies. Ob, if the boys could only
have seen her thenl
While rivaled by her neighbor, the Queen
of Spain herself dresses beautifully. She
rides on horseback through the streets,
with her guards behind her, so that her
people may know she is really theirs and
does not fear them. She also loves to ride
in an open carriage, with the infant king in
When the Queen Victoria came to visit
her for a moment last summez, she ordered
a magnificent gown of velvet with court
train trimmed with old lace, and wore, her
finest jewels in token of respect and of the
splendor proper to the meeting of two such
queens. Victoria, of course, came only in
her rusty old bonnet with the wonderful
little white feather, which the whole world
applauded the Princess of Wales for slyly
inserting in it, a shabby black silk and
black mits. She came very near being
bundled round to the back door of the
palace and the court ladies were dreadfully
shocked at her appearance.
The Queen is very simple in her manners,
and is gradually relaxing the serene eti
quette of the Spanish court Of course, it
was not possible to smoke in the Queen's
presence, but knowing the Spanish fond
ness for cigarettes, at a recent court dinner1,
to gain popularity, she ordered cigars to be
produced. Everyone hesitated to make the
first innovation, and the officer of state next
the Queen held the silver basket contain
ing them, scarcely knowing what to do,
when the young Queen, taking one and
lighting one herself, gave it to the next
Minister and said in a loud voice: "Pass
round the cigars, gentlemen." All this
arouses enthusiasm for the moment, but it
is the crowned heads themselves that are
giving the death blow to royalty all over
the world by these concessions.
AN AEIST0CEAT1C SWALLOW
Geti a Free Ride on a Sleeping Car From St.
rani to Portland.
St Paul Globe.
A well known conductor on the Northern
Pacific was telling a queer story yesterday
at the Merchants' about the compulsory im
migration of a hen swallow, nest, eggs and
all, from St' Paul to Portland, Ore. The
swallows, last spring, evinced a particular
fondness for the eaves of a sleeping car in
the yards in St Paul, ,and several nests
were built by the busy little workers
before the repairs on the interior of the
car were completed, and it was returned
to the service. When the car was pulled
out and attached to the west-bound train,
there was a commotion among the feathered
community; but the train pulled out just
the same, and every one supposed that the
swallows had concluded to build new homes,
and start new families. When the first stop
was made, however, there emerged from one
of the nests a badly scared hen swallow,
which flew around and about the car until
the train started, when she darted into the
nest again, resuming her exhibition of be
wilderment at each stopping place.
The bird traveled all tne way to Port
land in the same way, being kept watch on
by the sleeping car porter, who, when
ordered to do so by one of the road officials
at Portland, knocked down the nest, and
the bird mother, bereft ot the home and
prospective progeny she had so zealously
guarded, flew wildly about for a time and at
last flew away to seek, perhaps, a new mash
and material for a new mansion.
The Antl-Camera Sbnde. J.
THE ANTI-CAMEBA 8HADE. U,
CLARA BELLE'S CHAT.
A little Lord Fauntleroy Who Would
Got Take Any Impertinence.
SOCIETY GIRLS DON'T LIKE TAN,
And Eesort to a Tery Heasant Eemedy for
AN EPISODE IN A NEW I0EK STREET.
COBBEaPONDEJtCE OT THE DISPATCH.!
professes to dislike
the publicity of her
fame. She may be
sincere in saying so.
costume when ap
pearing on the stage
in response to the
calls of a theatrical
audience, and her
peculiarities of de
she goes, do not
seem to belong to a lady of retiring disposi
tion. However, no matter how much she
may really suffer under the gaze of popular
curiosity, the big fortune which she is mak
ing out of "Little Lord Fauntleroy" should
assuage her agonies of outraged diffidence.
But what I set out to write is the fact that
little Lord Fautleroy, in all his multitudin
ous duplications, has been killed outright
by dramatization. Before the story of the
abnormally good little boy was made into a
play, we saw numerous examples of him
everywhere. A long-haired boy, dressed in
a fashion to make his sex an uncertainty to
the observer, at least from his belt to his
cap, was encountered in every street prome
nade. Ridicule has followed close upon
popularity, and he has been shorn of his
locks, and put into boyish garments.
relief to the general public is great, and to
the poor little sufferers from Fauntleroyism
it must be immense. Most of our mothers
have come to their senses, and if they are
still fond of discovering Fauntleroy good
ness in their urchins, they are happily
cured of the folly ot costnming them like
blessed little idiots. I think that the few
chaps left in the guise of Miss Nancys are
resentful about it
HE "WAS NO OIBLTE.
Anyhow, T saw one yesterday who dis
proved the charge of effeminacy in a most
thorough manner. He was a pitiable sight
His long, yellow hair was curled and
banged; his wide-brimmed hat was turned
up and feathered like a belle's; his body
was encased fancifully in velvet, and only
a short skirt instead of knee breeches was
needed to make a girl of him exteriorly. He
was standing at the entrance of a drygoods
store, .while his mamma was shopping
"0, see de chippy," cried a street boy,
using New York's slang word meaning a
"What yon giving me?" retorted Little
Lord Fauntleroy, with a vim and diction
quite as startling as though a winged angel
had dropped into profanity.
Then there was a rapid exchange of ju
venile insults; and then a tousling, scram
bling encounter, all the way across tbe side
walk and into the gutter, where the combat
ants rolled over and over in the dust Little
Lord Fauntleroy whipped his enemy, bnt
himself sustained rather the more damage,
because the other's clothes were much less
susceptible of injury; but I fancy that if the
circumstances and completeness of the ruin
ot that costume would but prevent its being
succeeded by another of the same sort, the
youngster would deem his victory glorious.
There are several women in New York
who make a business of training infant
prodigies, and providing them to managers
in need of such talent for the stage. When
I saw one of these developers of genins enter
a dramatic agency accompanied by no -less
than four specimens of little Lord Fauntleroy,-
I couldn't resist the temptation to fol
low her in. I guessed that one more com
pany to play Mrs. Burnett's piece was being
formed, and that these were candidates for
the title role; bnt I was wrong, as I ascer
tained by means of a diplomatic search for
An old showman had hit upon what he
thought was a bright idea. He would hire
a precocious boy, capable of reciting win
somely, and put him forward as a reformed
actor. He reasoned that many very suc
cessful evangelists had, as he termed it,
"worked the reform racket," and why
shouldn't a boy who had enacted the part of
Fauntleroy turn pious in the same way, re
nounce the wickedness of the stage, and find
profitable acceptance on the Lyceum plat
form? Wouldn't the church folks coddle
and enrich such an elocutionary brand from
the footiight burning? Anyhow, that -was
the Bhowman's scheme, and he proposes
to realize it The prodigies were being
brought to him for a selection.
I-RECKLES ABE UNFASHIONABLE.
All the girls are here in delightful pro
fusion again, slightly bedraggled as regards
their costumes, but as fine as ripe apples
physically. A summer outing touches up
tbe jaded features in a very pleasing way, l
am sure, and yet, now that the girls find
themselves in the cool autumn light with a
tint of the gold of August in their faces,
they worry themselves over the question of
getting bleached back to a snowy pallor
once more, tired, as it is their fickle nature
to be, of the glow that was desirable a few
weeks back. I chanced across a Berkshire
Hill young woman at tbe theater a night or
so ago, and the instant I complimented her
upon the warm mantle ot tan that lay so
charmingly on her features she buried her
fare in her hands and begged me to say
nothing more about it.
"But it is an additional beauty," I ven
tured. "You look like an Indian princess."
"But I don't want to look like an Indian
princess," she pouted, "I want to look like
a New York society girl."
Then she told a story about a pretty friend
of hers who in some manner or other became
afflicted during' the warm weather with at
least six little freckles exactly across the
bridge of her nose.
"Oh, the cutest things you ever saw,"
rapturized the Indian princess. "Sprinkled
like little grains of sunshine on a lily bud,
so some boy told her. But she cried over
them, and saidthey were abominable, and
she would scald them out, and do all sorts
of other foolish things to get rid of them.
Finally, one day a fellow who was quite
dead over her, declared that he knew a sure
cure for freckles. He had never known the
remedy to fail, and he could promise that it
was not in the least" disagreeable f 0 take.
After a great deal of discussion dear little
freckles, said she would undergo treatment
Well, now, do you know, that in order to
have.the cure complete the young man was
compelled to go out by moonlight
to a certain part of the ho
tel grounds accompanied by the
freckles, when, after an absence of five min
utes be would bring bis1 companion home
cured of her blemishes. Tbere was a great
trouble in avoiding all the old people, but
finally we got the two smuggled away. All
the rest waited excitedly for their return.
After a leisurely walk throngh the shaded
part of the grounds they came back together.
The lreckles were surely gone, and when I
asked how it was done, my friend declared
that they were frightened away. It was not
a permanent cure, however, for they were
back on the nose the next morning. Skep
tics said that a dab of powder, with a kiss
ui. '" vujuprieeu iub treatment.
After that we had what we called "freckle
parties." They are Tery pleaSuit I can as
ami anecaoie may be useful to tyoung men
Bt x2-A r2&9
whose best girls lefttown la JnlyHrith spaaljsliancMl Puck
gledco'untcnances,' and are now bask with
features as spotless as the sunny .side-of a
peach. Tbe transformation may be the re
sult of persistent and repeated freckle par
ties. A METTYOEK STBEET SCENE.
I have scarcely ever seen a more remarka
ble performance in the "way of spontaneous
street scenes than the one I witnessed a few
days ago on 'Fifth avenue. There are a num
ber ofyoung men, of the genus "swell," in
New York, who are highly skilled drivers
of four-in-hand teams, and the manner in
which they sweep along the pavements on
top of a huge drag or coach, with some
finely dressed ladies at their back, is an
intimidating as well as an impressive
spectacle. On the day in question a
thoroughly brilliant and beautltul turnout
of this character went gayly down the ave
nue with a great rumble of wheels, jangling
of harness and spirited horn-tooting. At
one of the cross streets a dilapidated ex
press wagon driven by two verjr tough look
ing young men tried to shoot into the ave
nue, but was intercepted for an instant by
the four-in-hand. The driver of the ex
press tagon was compelled to pull his horse
back rather sharply in order to let the drag
get by without a collision. No harm what
ever was done, but the tough young men on
the express wagon were in a rage. Their
swarthy, bad faces had the expression of
murder in them as they shouted curses at
the persons on the drag.
A EOWDY'S I.ESSON.
I thought the episode would have an end
ing here, but suddenly the express driver
lashed his horse and gave chase to the drag.
On a broad gallop he overtook the four
horses, who were spanking along at a reas
onable pace, and went ahead of them. Then
by the most ingenious handling of his beast
he wheeled to and fro across the path of the
drag, compelling the driver of the vehicle
to pull up. The situation was extraordi
nary. It was open warfare of the most dis
agreeable sort By no possibility could the
driver of the drag get his leaders beyond the
express wagon, for the young fiend, with his
single horse, managed to place his vehicle di
rectly against their breasts wherever they
moved. The air was filled with the curses of
the toughs, and the ladies on the drag had
to necessarily hear them. The youth who
held the reins of the four-in-hand turned
very white, but did not lose his presence of
mind. He kept his eyes fixed upon the face
of the rowdy as it was turned tauntingly up
at him. Just as he was called a frightful
name by his tormentor there was a quick,
sharp swish through the air, and at the
same instant a long whip lash cut squarely
across the rowdy's face. There was a shriek
of pain, the horse in the express wagon
leaped into the air under the inspiration of
another lash of the whip that caught him
under the flanks, and in less time than it
can be told the young man on the box of the
drag had his team lined out, and, amid the
merry notes of the silver horn, was rattling
away as though nothing had happened.
A WEST YIEGINIA CUSTOM.
How tbe Stoantnlneera Manage the Affair
Called a Sonp.
"I found a peculiar custom up at Shep
herdstown, W. Va., where I spent my vaca
tion," said Fred. Ernst yesterday, "which
was a novelty. The people have what they
call 'soups.' A 'soup' is a sort of outdoor
pipnic Each person invited brings a
dressed chicken. The host provides the
vegetables. The chickens and vegetables
are'.put into huge kettles, holding 10 to 20
gallons, and cooked over open fires for sev
eral hours until the combination is reduced
almost to a jelly. Pepper and other season
ing are introduced. The young folks stir
the soup with long handled iron spoons,
walking around the kettle as they stir.
When a girl's spoon clicks against the
spoon of a young man he is bound to catch
and kiss her. As you can imagine, there
are a good many lively scrimmages around
the kettle. When the soup is done it is
ladled but into plates and eaten, and is de
licious. "Tie custom is an old one, and I was un
able to find its origin. A company of Stone
wall" Jackson's command was recruited
around Shepherdstown, and it still keeps up
the organization. It has a reunion every
veaii and celebrates the occasion with a
grand 'soup.' A 'sonp' of that company to
be jjroperly gotten up Bhould be made of
stolen chickens, but tne veterans have had
to give np foraging sinee the war, and now
mal(e a compromise with necessity by go
ing around in squads and robbing each
other's henroosts by a prearranged under
standing." DOLLS FOE INDIAN BABIES.
CntoiIJttle Playthings for the Noble Bed
ninn'a Little Daughters.
A sign on a window of a house on North
Clark street attracted my attention, and I
went in. The proprietor is a dealer in In
dian curios. Somebody told me that in his
collection there was a lot of Indian dolls. It
was news to me that an Indian baby
ever had such a plaything as a doll. In
fact, the Indian child, hasn't much oppor
tunity to play as do the children of the pale
faces. I was informed that the Indian dolls
in stock were made for traffic purposes and
not for the amusement of papooses.
"It has only been recently," said the
curio man, "that Indians have known what
dolls were. The missionary is responsible
for this. Many of the Indians of the pres
ent have primers which contain pictures of
dolls. And then the kindergarten has
helped to educate them. The little redskins
have taken to the wigwam paper dolls and
the older Indians have made dolls from
buckskin, beads, and porcupine quills.
Some of this work is really wonderful, and
proves to my mind that the Indian is not
the lazy lout which some people would havo
us believe. You wonld be astonished,! sup
pose, to know how many of these dolls I
have sold. I can't get enough of them.
The average price for au Indian doll is $5.
I sold one list week for JJ15."
It was a fine piece of work, except the
face. An Indian can't make a face.
"United We Stand, Divided We Fall."
Escaping Bank Burglar Dat's a shame,
Mike. Bed Dan's only left one pair of dis
Escaping Highwayman Never mtnd,
WA'll m It
Af TW T--.
AT BUFFALO DMCE;
The Indians Barbaric Featiral ei the
Outskirts of Civilization.
PEBFOEKAKCE OP A SAYAGEIITS.
Alice Longfellow's Generosity to as
ms IEABNING FOE A BOYING LlfB
ICORMtSPOOTBJICX 01 TBI DISPATCH. J
Bed Bock, Otoe Agenct, Ind. T.,
September 14. The old Four-dee road,
which leads to the Oklahoma country and
to Texas, keeps well trodden. Therutsandthe
ravines are being smoothed out and toned
down by the process of civilization and by
the adherence of this people lo their old
heathenish customs; for away off In a
secluded spot where the Black Bear creek
winds quietly by over a nice pebbled bed
they have pitched their tents, and are hold
ing a four days feast and dance. The ex
tension of the Santa Fe Bailroad, which
cuts through their reservation, the influx of
the boomers and the general tide of immi
gration impresses these Indians with the
fact that they had better make hay
while the sun shines; that their
feast days and nights of hilarity are draw
ing to a close. And so they are entering
into this, the last big feast of the year, with
an earnestness and zest unknown to them
in the everyday affairs of life, but whieh
wonld show off well in the hay field or in
the cultivation of their crops. They realize
-with sorrow that the buffalo is no more'
They have preserved some of his robes, tails
and horns, and with aces as long as your
arm, they don these and play buffalo. And
as we in our younger days, in imagination,
found quite as much pleasure as we do now
in realization, -perhaps these ignorant peo
ple can find in this monkey-looking aSair a,
pleasure, though they may bewail the loss
of theinspiration of those old days.
It is hard to give np old customs, old
traditions, especially ifthe adherence to
these means a life of ease. We are all in
pursuit of that which will make us happy.
We do very little save from a selfish motive.
If I help the poor, befriend the friendless,
or sympathize with the sorrowing, it is be
cause they have touched my heart and I
will not feel good until I do something to
relieve myself Of the burden of the thought
that I might help them bear their sorrow,
lighten their hearts or appease their hunger.
We judge the Indians too harshly. We ex
pect too much from them. They were created
Indians' and Indians they will always
be. When the race has become so thor
oughly amalgamated that the white blood
will predominate, then yon will have the
civilized Indian. When this country is
opened np to white settlement and the In
dians are compelled to live as civilized white
people, there will be a few consumptive
full blooded Indians left; but the vast ma
jority of those who can live in a civilized
State will be half-breeds, or those in whose
faces no Indian blood can be traced. The
romance connected with the Indians is fast
disappearing. The beaded regalias, the
paint and feathers which adorn stout, hand
some physiques all lose their charm, even
on acharmingmoonlightnight,in this pretty
country when we know that these who are
rigged np in this styli playing the monkey,
are English-speaking Indians, and intelli
gent enough almost to vote. The Otoes are
smart , They are mixed a great deal with
French blood, but they will not give np
their old Indian customs unless compelled
to do so. The most intelligent ones who
know better and are less superstitious than
the others take part in all of their festivities
for fear of losing their influence with the
tribe. Let me cite you. an instance of the
strong influence of Indian blood in an edu
cated Sao and Fox.qaarter-breed Indian.
PSOTEGE OF A POET'S DAUGHTER.
A few days ago a fine-looking, intelligent,
spectacled ' yonng Indian stopped here en
ronte for the Sac and Fox. Agency to accept
the position of principal teacher there. He
has attended the Hampton School in Vir
ginia, but left there to take a normal course
in a good school at Cambridge, Mass. He
has enjoyed privileges that few young
white men have enjoyed, and which many
wonld feel proud of, as this young man
does. He told me he had a great friend in
the East and one who has paid his expenses
at school and who has entertained him at
her illustrious home during the winter
months. This great friend and benefactor
is Miss Alice Longfellow, daughter of the
writer of "Evangeline" and tne "Courtship
of Miles Standish." This young Indian
man has enjoyed the privileges of Longfel
low's study, and no doubt on -many a
rainy day like the one the great
poet wrote about he has taken ont
his manuscripts and read the poet's
thoughts, many of which never found their
way in print With all these grand privi
leges, and the surety of their continuing,
for Miss Alice Longfellow has offered to
pay his expenses at school for years to come,
and the outlook of a prosperous and happy
future in the profession he has chosen, yet
he says that when he is sick or disheartened
he feels like throwing all aside, donning the
blanket again and going back to a life of
ease and filtbiness. This is the Indian.
They need strengthening support They are
helpless when left to themselves, and readily
fall back and into the old ways whenamong
their tot1 Wrv fevr nt th rptnmA
students from Eastern schools reform their
people. It is the old law of easier to fall
than rise, so thev fall back into the old way
and are even worse than those who have
never been to school,
The Four-dee road received its name in
this way. Tbe first ranch on it was owned
by two men whose names were Four and
Dee. To shorten it and make it odd their
brand was an old-fashioned 4 clutched
by a capital D. About 12 miles from the
agenoy, on this well-traveled road, the In
dians have selected their annual feast
ground. From the leveled circle on the
knoll like a common race course where the
fantastic dancing is done, Black Bear
Creek bounds it on the north, the railroad
on the west, the timber of another small
stream oa the south, and the rolling peace
ful prairies on. the east Within tbe toot of
civilization and hemmed in and bounded by
iuc ruics uuu reguiauuua ui iue ultimate
civilization of the Indians the heathenish
dancing and feasting still go on, the plows
are laid aside and the hay "waiteth for tbe
mower." "Heap too warm to cut hay,"
thev say, but not too warm to dance from
sunrise until sunset, on the open prairie,
without the least shade of covering for their
blackt Thick scalps. Intelligent Indians,
English-speaking Indians, but obstinate
and unprogressive, loving the old way be
cause they have the privilege of doing so
and retarding the progress of the young.
Must Is a good master, and must should be
rigidly applied td these wards of the nation.
PBEPAIUNG FOE THE DASCE.
The preparations were for a big dance by
three tribes the Kaws, Otoes and Osages
but the Osages were ordered home. The
circular spot, probably 200 feet in circum
ference, where the dancing took place, was
guarded by two bright American flags.
Directly opposite was a withered cedar tree,
and under it were four almost nude Indians
in sackcloth and ashes, monrning. Their
ancestors, a long, long time ago, longed for
the flesh not nT TVvnt nnd hankered alter
the melons and cucumbers and the onions,
the garlic" and the leeks they had left
behind, but the people, their descendants,
are weeping and wailing under the,
cedar for the low of the buf
falo and the exciting, happy chase.
They were rigged out in all the beaded
work they possessed. Their garments, what
few they had on. -were bespangled and be
decked so that tbay glittered in the sun
light as brilliantly almost as Napoleon's
tomb. The marriageable lassies and these
of younger year 'von handsomely beaded,
shawls; which here them dews, and varda
yma yarea vi gay rinse, ajwejua eat
3mi.'2me! -- Tir -v- ttj t ( 1 WrwwHMnmWm
u. riry. jSsgfai. . jjgMmKKKBKKBfK
M Ma, braMsjCMr. "ft0.wli
ers were m timfaasaa Imm ef M"i
node bodies of tbe Ma www tainted tmsWI
om oelors. Freak Cmmb smn Mm y-iMirJ"
wapaeneettwoebtB JookM immnhv
black, Whiie-Maie pieked the wUtt,Mi
Myncus donned hb floar seek lgg amii
did his best sad prebeWy his last daaeiajr, ,
and the interpreter m feet ot feet is hfe
paint and feathers, old epanleis and mm,
with his name in larte .type swtftuHy
beaded on it The four Maekeaed ladies
ander the withered oedar were moaning
and fasting: They were net to eat wr dries:
for four days. During tbe beotW of Mm
drasse, the singing by the ehoiref stsweasea
and tbe seise of the daicers. eejrid he heatd
dirtineWy the walling of the ment8. tra
der the withered oedar wear Mm
MBoklsg essbers of a ssmmI fee.
Hung ia (he braaehes of ,ttte
tree was a pair of bnffalo herae. Aaseag
the daaeers were Biebard Sabeeseax, a
French Iadf who fought ia the late war; ,
James White "Water, who killed twe white
men and bnt reeeeUy released freaa peni
tentiary in Nebraska, and several CMIeeee
students, aad others whs had attended Mm
agency seheeL AdiEainative specimen of
a brave who has been aimed Ben Harrises,
and who ia his gay, attire keked Wee a'
young knight, followed la the trail of fcia -t
father and was eoaspieuoas among Mm ,
dancers. Those who erew" wearr m Mm ?-
arena would leave and stand areeadJiM
outer circle. Occasionally they weald
w me smojcing fire, steep dews aat
thier hands, then sekeaalr feel Mm
horns and enter the dasee with rwewed
vigor. We noticed a stalwart Xxw leave'
tne ring languidly.but after he b&d,warnsd
nis nanas over the nre, then ratted
over nis lace and smoothed tae MMUe's
herns, he skipped back into the arena Mfce
one who had foand the elixir of life. The
memory of the buffalo is" their Brewa
TBMPTtHG TBE DAN CMS.
Chief White Horse- took a seeeafel of
something, marched aroaad the small
circle inside, made his obeiaaaee, thea spilt
it on the ground, made his oheisaaee again
to the cedar tree and returned to- his pest
Then' six others eaate-' oat and daseed ahent
an old blank lard ean. They finally pieked
up the basket, amid the aheate of the whole
army of dancers. The little hells com
menced to tinkle, Mm qerr aaal velees of
the choir ehisaed ia, and tae. drasu beat,
and the dance was again renewed. Thea
followed sileaee, when Little Sear passed
around with a "little brown jag" and
quenched the thirst of tbe estetr. It wee
warm, muddy water freat Blaek .Beer
Greek. Wapaehee, ia all his magaifesnseyfe
waddled to tne center or tne arena &aei mm.
down a straw, a single straw; walked
tne center tnree usaec. Bade nis
to the cedar tree, and kit as sileatiy as he jg
came. Thea the daaeine ooaaoi". and tML '
sat down aroand the eireaaifereaee ef Mm
circle. The attendants brought ia bneketa
of all sizes and shapes, some as Mask as Mm
ace of spades, eld tin oaas, lard eaae, oN. '
black eofiee pots, sad set thea down at Mm
feetof the dancers. They contained feed
prepared by the sqttaws while they were
having -a Berry time. This ws dene to
tempt them, but no one ate. FiaaHy sev
eral yonag Indians passed areaad with
black baskets filled with corn sen p. Th4s
they gave to each one ont of a aeate-mada
wooden speoa. The mourners had i noreased.
Under the withered oedar, with blaekeaed
faces, stood six instead of foafc
Beit to the credit of the iadaenee of
these schools, daring all this eeresseny fear
Chilocco students, yonng Ben, were down by1
the spring dressed in citizen's clothes, sing
ing gospel hymns, aeeeaipaaied by Mm
harp, and reading the psalms of IJavid. .
And so it would ever be, bnt they are ridi
culed and dragged down, and the inSaeaee
is stronger than they eaa stand aayleagMi
of time. ,
The hot, saltry d3y was near a eleee. .Ia
the north the sky was leaden, and tne lew
distant thunder was ominous of a ceeaiac
storm. Twelve miles lay between us and
home, 12 miles of an open prairie, with.
streams to ford, and no means of shefter,
not even a tree, and herds of Texas eaittwA
Wild as the buffalo almost. As we dreve est "
the Indians were Ieweriac their Saga, sw
ering up their valuables and prepariae; far
tbe storm mat seemeaiataeat reagyw ealsy.
The sky was, black aadrMM sharp aiiihss a!
liehtninz were daneeroas. The
seemed to bane right over the feast ereaads.
and as wa looked back it seemed as if darky
ness had blended with darkness. '
A DEMAND TOE INDIAIT SCALPS.', '
Ghastly Car!ollIe Thai Seats People Seeat
to Prlxo Tery HlsjMr. ' '' '
A Monroe street nair dealer: "If .yen
know where I ean get any Indian scalps I
'.it.tl Va li1Tr.aj9 a van C&a. ttiat f.fM.U..
Indian scalps, like hafeJo heads; are lie
coming mighty scaree. Ton never ean ac
count for people's tastes. "Sow, abeat the
last thing in the world that some people
want is an Indian sealp, and yet there are
people who want juti that sort of a
curiosity. I had an Indian belt not lenjr
ago which had nine seal pa hung to it, and I
sold it to a man on the North Side for $851
have a bunch of hair here it isn't a scalp,
as there is no skin attached to it, jnst a
handful, as it were. It is worth $5. Indians
are not scalping as such as they used to,
and that is why sealpa are high. In fact,
everything which Indians usedto make are
becoming scarcer and more Talaahle. '
"Take tbe common Indian basket that need
to sell for $3 a dozen, new yea can't get ess
for that money. There are twe reasons fer
this. One Is that travelers bay tfcesa feet..
hands as curiosities and pay the India
iust what they ask. Another reason is that
since the Government baa got to takiae
such interest in Indians, taking eare'of
I them, the Indians are lazier than ever and
Lmake less than formerly."
We Are AU Posted.
Detroit JTree Fres.i
The last issue of the Medical Jtecieta
promises a future article on "What to Do
When Stung by a Hornet" We deaft be
lieve anyone will wait with bated breath fer
that article. We have all been there. Tbe
thirit to do is to jump two fet high and yell
for the police.
BEING due to the, presence of axle,
acid is the blood, is most effeetaafly
cured by the use of Ayer"a Sarsapa
rilla. Be sure yon get Ayer's aad bo
other, and take it till the pofeoBeasK
acid is thoroughly expelled frea fee-
system. We challenge attentfea to thea.
"About two years ago, after saeriacAfrf
coat, being able to walk only with gtm.?
aiecosfert, and having Med vnriengjt
remedies, inctedJeg mineral watees,.'
without reUef, I saw- by an adverMee-
mem. ui a vmcago paper tnat a inn aadt
been relieved of taia djatroaaing eeaa-7
plaint, after lone aaffering, by inking"
Ayer's Sarsaparilla. I then denWod U-,
make a trial of this medicine, aad teeku"
It regularly for eight months, aad aaa-i
pleased to state that it has effected a
complete core. I have sinee had no re
turn of the disease." Mrs. S. Irvte
Dodge, HO West 125th st., New York.
"One year ago I was taken 111 wMk
inflammatory rheumatism, being coa-'-fined
to my house six months. I eaaa
ont ot the sickness very much, debili
tated, with no appetite, and my system
disordered iB every -nay. Icoamonoed
psing Ayer's Sarsaparilla and began,
improve at onee, gaining in strengths
ana soon recovering my usual beaJtsu t.
x cannot say too areon in praise or sata -well-known
aedidne." Mrs. L. A.,
Stark, Nashaa, X. H. 4-
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