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SOME OF OUR CRITICS.
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William Black, the ffovelist, Talks
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GIVE GOOD ADVICE TO AUTHORS.
Unknown Correspondents TTho Write
Successful Authors.
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v There is almost a pathetic touch in the in-
t genuous fashion in which the reader of a
P book, when he has finished the last page,
i will forthwith draw in his chair to the table
and proceed to write to the author, though
1 the latter mar be quite unknown to him.
He seems to think that someone has been
talking to him, and that in common courtesy
he must answer. Sometimes it is merely a
, friendly "Thank you; good bye; hope we
may meet again;" occasionally he feels
, called upon to enter into artless con
fidences and will prattle cheerfully,
through several sheets, about him
self and his views of life; sot un
frequently he will warn you, more in sor
row than in anger, of the perils he sees in
store for you. It is, however, when he
thinks he has detected some small blunder
that he suddenly changes his tone; and then
, he becomes scornful or sarcastic or indig-
nant, according to the mijod of the moment.
"How would you like," writes An Outraged
American, "if one of our authors on this side
were to mangle oneof yonrbestknown Scotch
snngs, and sneak ot WhaH be King but
Edward?' How, sir, would you like that?
And yet in your last book you talk of
'Carry Me Back to Tennessee.' Why, any
child in an American nursery knows that
the proper title is "Carry Me Back to Old
Kentucky. " "Whereupon the author, if he
be meek and humble, as authors ought to
be, will write back:. "Dear Sir Ton surely
ought to be aware that 'EUieBhee.or Carry
Me Back to Tennessee, is one of the most
familiar banjo songs of your native conn
try;" while, on the other hand, if he is
proud and haughty, as some authors un
doubtedly and "unfortunately are, he
will thrust the letter into " the waste
paper basket, and the outraged Ameri
can will bear him a grudge to his dying
I day. Indeed, correspondents should pause
and reflect before rashly assuming that they
have canght an anthor tripping. The bet
ting is all in favor of his being right and
their being wrong. In like manner with a
picture: when a critic thinks he sees some
thing amiss in a landscape, the chances are
that it is he who is mistaken and not the
artist for the simple reason that the artist
is a trained observer, who has been all his
life teaching himself to keep his eves open.
For my own part, I nowadays find it safer
to accept, without question or demur, any-
" thing I meet with in a book.
THE ATJTHOB KNEW BEST.
Once upon a time, in a novel by my
t friend Mr. Payn, I came upon a striking
passage in which the heroine was described
as being buffeted about by a terrible gale,
insomuch that her raven-black hair streamed
out to windward. "With the lieht heart of
an amatenr reviewer I wrote to Mr. Payn
and drew his attention to the fact that, as a
general rule, anything blown by a gale
would stream ont not to windward, but to
leeward. But the answer came sharp and
prompt; the description was perfectly cor
rect;the heroine (-aid the author of her
being) had been taking a great deal of
iron tonic, her hair had become
electrically charged, and had floated out to
ward the north, irrespective of the wind
currents of the storm. So I object no more.
"When I find at the conclusion of a tragic
tale that the hero fells the heroine senseless,
carries her into a rowing-boat, shoves ont to
sea, and withdraws the plug so that pres
ently there is not a trace of either the boat
or its cargo on the wide and empty waste of
waters, I have nothing to say. Ordinarily
one wonld expect sneh'a boat to fill, capsize
and then float bottom upward; but boats in
novels do strange things, and so (astrono
mers tell me) do moons.
The communications addressed to an
author by unknown correspondents are not
always so disinterested as those t have men
tioned; they have not always his guidance
or instruction as their sole and simple aim.
It is easy, lor example, to discern why tho
following letter was written:
Sir I am so great an admirer of your works
that 1 wish, out ot gratitude, to present you
with a character which would prove an ex
cellent subject for yonr brilliant and caustic
pen. I am sore you conld male the whole
country roar with laughter over the airs and
affectations of the person I mean. Imagine a
woman of SO a spinster just mad about yonnr
mep, and making herself so ridiculous you
never saw the lite, ennning and simpering In
the most disgusting way, and Ton wouldn't
think butter would melt in her
mouth unless yon had the crnel
misfortune to live in the same
house with her and see her temper when
there were no younp men about. Just a cat she
Is sly, suspicious, vindictive, penurious to the
last farthing, and breaking Into rages all for
nothing, except to crush and wound the feel
ings of those unbappilv dependent on her.
Dear sir, I should be delighted to send yon all
particulars lor a boot roisht be written about
her meanness and jealousy; and I think a
clever artist might be got to make a picture of
her, with her false plait not the same color,
and her two false teeth. Oh, you should
see her putting on her airs and graces
when she can get a Rood looking younrr
man to sit and tall, to her; and then, the minute
he is irone, the dust she raises with her wicked
tongue and nasty temperl I am sure yon would
make the whole country laugh; and 1 should
like to see the look on her face when the book
came from the library as I should take care it
did. If you will undertake it, I will furnish
you with all information; and I am certain that
It will add to your treat fame, which is the solo
reason why I write to you. lam, sir, yonr de
voted admirer, . P. S. The old cat
would grudge you a cup of tea if you were lying
on your deathbed.
THE AMATEUR CEITIC.
"When again the unknown correspondent
condescends to criticism it is to be observed
that he invariably assumes that the author
lias written but one kind of book, and that
the one before him. In the days when I
used to read reviews, I noticed that this was
a familiar trick of the professional critic;
and a very handy trick, too, Jor it enables
him toticket off the characteristics of an
author in a mere sentence or two. Indeed,
there was an article in a Iiondon morning
Taper a few years ago in which the writer
laboriously and ponderously tried to prove
that the great defect of cotemporary fiction
was the limited and monotonous wav in
which each novelist dealt with only "one
. small section of human life or human inter
est; and ot course each author, no matter
how diversified his work might hare
been, had to be labelled off with one
characteristic, until the writer in question
came to Jlrs. Oliphant Mrs. Oliphant,
with her brilliantly versatile genius and un
ceasing novelty -of achievement, was
altogether too much for him. The leaden-
headed dullard had been lumbering along I
ior a time, dui wnen ne came to Jlrs.
Oliphant he had to double back, hesitate,
apologize, and finally shuffle off. However,
the unknown correspondent rarely deals
with groups of writers; it is his own par
ticular anthorVhom he has to encourage, or
witn whom he has to gravely remonstrate;
and, as I say, he invariably assumes that
the book before him sums up all its writer's
previous work, and future possibilities of
work. Accordingly, this is the letter that
comes on a Monday (let us say):
Deaii Bib It has often occurred to me that
I should write and tell you how much and how
sincerely I enjoy your books, and yet how
strangely disappointed they leave me in the
end." Everything is there that can be desired
of literary charm and style; the accessories are
i perfect, the atmosphere dellRhtiul; but where,
' one is forced to ask, are the human beings,
where the serious interests of life, where the
elemental passions of mankind T From the
window at which I sit I look abroad over a
, . coble and stately river and up to the heights
V. on frhieh was decided the crucial battle ol our
As contrasted with the novelists cf the last
generation. Of course It was the same sort of
poor creature who. In the last generation, told
Thackeray he could neither understand nor
draw a ceuuemin.anu uaae uicKoni take away
- bii Tawdrr wares."
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war (It was at that time I laid aside my own
is word), and when I think ot the tre
mendous issues then at stake, and when
1 think of the inuumcrable traeedies
that wero Involved, and the suffering
that was so heroically borne. In order that wo
should secure freedom and unity for onrnatire
land, I wonder (in coming to your books) that a
writer who professes to depict modern exist
ence should describe it as composed of banjo
playing and flirtation. Is that what you see
around you In the world, sirT nothing but
yachting and grouse shooting, and deer stalk
ing, love making, dinners, balls, theaters, and
the idle diversions ot the leaders of fashion?
The modern novelist seems to me to be little
else than a court jester, a clown with cap and
bells, content to fiddle and caper so long as
society condescends to be amused!
And then on the Tuesday (let ub say)
comes another letter this time in a woman's
handwriting:
Why why are your books so invariably
mournful and sadT "Why should griefs be torn
open that time had partially healed, and onr
hearts be lacerated by cruel memories? Is
there not enough tragedy, and sorrow, and
misery in the world, that when we go for con
solation and peace and resttoafavoriteanthor,
ne Should find not these not these, but some
thin;; far aifferenl? Can the world be so
somber as you depict it; nay, from the moral
point of view, have you any right to describe
so much unmerited suffering as existing?
And then, again, surely literature
should be a joyous thing. It ought to be one of
the pleasures of life, not something to be
dreaded and feared. Have you never heard
children lanztvslr never seen them at play?
Have you never looked at a field of buttercups
or at sunshine after rain? However, I need
say n more except this, that yonr writings
have reawakened in me an ausuish and pain
that I bad fancied were laid to rest; and that
cow, along with the memory of my own real
sorrows and trials. I must bear with me the
memory of the tragic fate of and of lor
which yon alone are responsible.
SOME CORRESPONDENCE.
The two letters do not seem to tally; but
an author soon gets accustomed to such
things, and also to the occasional little
pseans of laudation which are perhaps
more welcome, for human natnre is frail.
Theu what a splendor of leisure belongs
to the author as he appears to the imagina
tion of the ingenuous reader! The book be
fore him has been a companion in hours of
ease: the writer seems to have been in no
particular hurry; why should he not be con
sulted? Dear Sib. I purpose taking my family
to Europe this fall, and I should be ex
tremely obliged if you could inform me
what) the cost would be of hiring a four-in-hand
coach to be driven from London to
Aberdeen, and also if you would sketch
out for me the most desirable route, giving
the number of stoppages, time, etc, etc
Dear Sir, You seem to think the hammer
less gun a great Improvement; may I ask you
to state your reasons for thinking so?
Dear SIR, I am driven to appeat to yon in a
very crave and serious emergency. My niece's
husband a yonce man of singular ability and
promise has suddenly deserted her, leaving no
explanation behind him except a note saying
that he had been summoned away by a secret
society which he had unfortunately joined, and
that he had to bid her good-by for ever. His
heartbroken wife has thought of you as the
only one likely to have any intimate knowledge
of those dreadful soeiettes; and would you in
form her how she should set about making in
Suiries? Could you give her letters of Intro
uction (in strict confidence), or names, to
gnide her in her search ? Please, dear sir, give
this your most earnest attention, for it is a mat
ter 01 me ana aeatn; ana xwiii can on you on
Thursday afternoon to hear what you have to
say.
Then (turning to another kind of corres
pondent) you may have described in certain
of your writings some neighborhood with
which you have a long and intimate ac
quaintance; and forthwith the impenitent
tourist generally an American takes vonr
book as a guide book, and rnshes breathless
ly through that particular district, expect
ing to have the most rare and beautiful
effects in nature turned on for his delecta
tion at 2 and at 7, as if they were
luncheon and dinner; and, of course, these
things, not having been ordered beforehand,
do not appear, whereupon the outraged and
indignant cheap-tripper sits down on his
haunches and bawls.
But the most persistent correspondent
whom the writer of books has jo face is the
autograph-hunting fiend, whose ways are
dark and devious beyond description. The
dodges to which he will resort in order to ac
complish his diabolical purpose are as the
sand on the seashore for multitude; and it
is to be feared that many an honest
letter is flung into the waste-paper basket on
the mere hasty and exasperated snspicion
that it hails from an autograph hunter. The
most deadly stratagem in this direction I
ever heard of was the invention of a friend
of mine, who now confesses to it as one of
the sins of his youth. He wrote a letter to
each of the persons whose autograph he
coveted, describing himself as a shipowner,
and asking permission to be allowed to
name his next vessel after the particulai
celebrity he was addressing. It was a
fatal trap. Nearly everyone fell into
it . Even poor old Carlyle had no
suspicion, and, in replying to the bogus
ship owner, expressed the hope that the ves
sel to be named after him might sail into a
happier hayen than lie had ever reached. I
remember when I was in America receiving
a very pretty and charming letter from two
sisters living in one of the Southern States.
They described their beautiful home on the
banks of the river; they were, they in
formed me, living there quite alone, having
neither friends nor relatives to occupy their
time withal; and it had occurred to them
that, as I was certain to form a per
fectly false idea of American hospitality
so long as I remained in the cold and cal
lous North, wonld I not come down for a
week or two to this sylvan retreat on the
river, that they might show me what a
real Southern welcome was like? It was a
most innocent and idyllic invitation (to
which, unfortunately, I was unable to re
spond), and I was describing it a long time
afterward to Mr. Bret Harte, when he inter
rupted me. "Wait a bit," said he. "Didn't
the letter go on something like this?" Alasl
it was too true. He knew the rest. The
idyllic invitation had been but an autograph
hunting lure sent in similar terms to him
and to me, and doubtless to a hundred oth
ers. Bo perishes the romance of lifel
DISCOVERING EELATITES.
Nevertheless of all correspondents the
most to be dreaded is he who, recognizing,
or thinking that he recognizes, certain
scenes or characters 'in a book, instantly
jumps to the conclusion that the author
must be a relative of his, and forthwith pro
ceeds to claim him as such. In my own
small experience, I have thus been dowered
with so many unexpected sisters, cousins
and aunts, that I can imagine what must
happen in the case of an author far more
prominently before the public. HowevSr,
it cannot frequently occur that a writer
should have a whole clan thrust upon him as
his relations; and this little story being
interesting as showing how easily and wide
ly a delusion may spread, I propose to nar
rate it now. Some considerable time ago I
received a letter from Mrs. McV , in
forming me that certain people and inci
dents in a particular novel of mine were
known only to herself and to a nephew of
hers, who was thought to have been drowned
nt sea some years before; and that, as I must
necessarily be that nephew, it was incum
bent on me to come forward and resume my
own name and recognize my relatives, her
self first of all. paid little heed; but as year
atter year went by, I found from the repeated
letters she sent me some of them quite
plaintive in their appeals that this was no
temporary hallucination, but a veritable be
lief; and that the poor old -lady was deeply
distressed by my undutiful conduct Then
I set to work to try to undeceive her. I
pointed lout that I should be glad to take
the name of McV , if I had any right to
it, seeing that that is a much more distin
guished name than mv own, which, in cer
tain district in the South of Scotland and.in
the "Western Highlands, is as common
as Smith is in England. I asked herj
" iuuuvb j. couia nave tor con
cealing my identity why I should refuse
to recognize her as my aunt, if she were my
aunt I had meanwhile made sure that
there was no eleemosynary purpose in the
old dame's piteous cry; on the contrary, she
had promised that if I would only admit
that I was Neil MaeV she would at once
get for me some jewelry and other things
left for me by my mother, who, it seems, was
a native of Skye. "Well, argument was of
no avail. Then I sent friends to assure her
that she was mistaken; no use. I asked ber
to write to a TJ. P. minister who had known
me all my life (I thought she would
have confidence in him. if in nnv-
lbody short of an archantrelX hat
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she darkly hinted that it was easy to get
friends- to connive when concealment was
the object. So time passed; the reproachful
remonstrances, the pious counsel, the hope
that I would see the inhuman ingratitude
of my ways ere it was too late for me to
make atonement, were repeated in every let
ter; and I conld not but admire the com
posure of countenance on the part of the
porter at the Club, for there was not
a trace of consciousness on his face as he
handed me those missives, each of which
had alias Neil Mac V on the envelope.
IDENTIFIED IX SPITE OP HIMSELF
Then, as it chanced, I was in a small fish
ing town in the "West Highlands; and word
was brought me that Mrs. HacV and a
niece of hers had come from Borne consider
able distance in the lope that I would go
and see them. I went at once for I thought
this would prove decisive. I found at the
postoffice, which was the place of rendez
vous, a most respectable-looking, serious,
calm and courteous old Highland
woman, along with a very pretty and smart
looking vouns lady (for the moment I
deeply regretted I was not Neil MaoV ,
there being certain small cousinly greetings
that one might fairly and naturally have
claimed under the circumstances), and I
forthwith assumed that now, at least, they
would see I was not the relative they had
lost. But I was mistaken. The old lady
asked me to show her the forefinger of my
right hand. I did so.
"Ah," said she, "the mark is not there
now; but marks like that often get worn
off."
Then I turned to the pretty young lady
with confidence: I was sure she could, not
share in this delusion.
"Why," I said, "if your cousin had not
been drowned at sea if he were alive he
wonld, according to your own story, be
about eight and twenty years of age. Now
don't you see that I am rather over eight
and twenty? Don't yon see that my hair is
turning gray?"
Her answer appalled me.
"Oh," said she, quite sharply, "that's
nothing; I have known a young man of two
and twenty whose hair was quite white."
After that, what was to be done? I began
to feel something of the convicted impostor;
I wondered whether I was not, after all,
NeiljMacV . Here were two apparently
quite sane persons who plainly intimated to
me that I was not myself; and what was my
solitary consciousness against their com
bined evidence? I began to think I must
have survived that shipwreck. Perhaps my
mother was really a native of Skye, and had
left her little belongings there, in the fond
hope that some day I- might turn up and
claim them? "When I left the Tarbert post
office I went straight to Colin Hunter, and
asked him what my name actually and cer
tainly was; but he was busy with his sea
painting, and flatly refused to go and have
any argument with my forsaken aunt and
cousin.
That was not the end: for subsequently
tue wnoie cian.iuac v appeared to
have taken the matter up, and from time to
time there came a letter filled with bitter
reproaches, and also with dark threats of
exposure. But that is not the tone in which
the old lady herself now writes, when she
writes at all. She has grown resigned; ap
parently she has given up all hope that her
ungrateful nephew will come to comfort her
declining years. She is no longer indig
nant; she is wistful and pathetic She hopes
God will pardon my impenitent sonl. And!
hope so too. William Black,
HE WAS ALWAYS COURTEOUS.
An Old Soldier Telia a New Story of Presi
dent Lincoln.
Detroit Bnndsy News.
A certain solder who bears the mark of a
rebel bullet in his face is looking for a place
in the postoffice under the new regime. He
wants to be a stamp clerk. To-day a friend
of his remarked: "You are not handsome
enough to be a stamp clerk. A nice little
dude will probably get it"
"Well,'rreplied the soldier, "Old Abe
wasn't handsome, but he got there, just the
same. And he was one of those chaps that
could be courteous to high and low. Early
in '61 1 went over to the Capitol to Bee Eep
rescntative Porter, who was trying to get a
bill through letting old soldiers' letters go
fret in the mails. I wanted to get a pack
age of envelopes franked. I ran against a
man on the Capitol steps and asked him if
hi knew where Mr. Porter's office was, and
he said he didn't, but thought he could
hunt it out for me. He turned back and
stuck his head into every door until we
struck the right place, and he left, saying:
'Porter is in there. I saw him through the
chinks.' Four or five clerks rushed up and
wanted to know what I wanted, and one of
them said: 'Do you know who was with
you?" I answered that I didn't, and he
said: '"Why, it was Mr. Lincoln, the Pres
ident' "
' A DREAM OP FARO PLA11KG.
The Sleeper Heard Kumbera Called and
Thought fln Was In a Game.
Chlcsjro Herald.:
"I had a very peculiar dream last night,"
said a gentleman to a friend whom he was
chatting with at lunch last Saturday. "For
a time," he said, "I could not explain it,
but my wife helped me out this morning.
"When I arose she remarked that I bad not
slept well, and I told her I supposed it was
because ot a dream I had had during the
night I said that I had been in a keno
game in my dream and couldn't imagine the
cause of it because I had not played the fas
cinating game for years. Tes,' she said, 'I
head yon yell 'KenoP as you rolled over,
and you kept mumbling over numbers for
ten minutes.'
"I was surprised, but she told me why I
had acted so strangely. There was a big
wedding near us the night before, and along
abont midnight a man with a pair of brass
Inngs had gone out on the curbstone and be
gan to call carriage numbers in a hotrse
voice. In a drowsy way I heard this calling
and thought I web in a keno game. I re
member distinctly that I hauled in a pot
with $32 in it, but just as the man was pre
paring to pay me I awoke and lost it I tell
yon, dreams are queer things."
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It flat Always Been So,
Detroit Tree Press, l
The Chinese have a tradition that over
12,000 years ago there was a law in that Em
pire aimed at the fellow who wanted to bor
row a 6 until Saturday, you know, but who
never remembers when Saturday night
came around. Under that law they lost
their heads, bnt in these days no law can
touch them.
Professional Age.
Boston Times."!
First Critic Yon are in error when you
say Mme. Sylphide is 17 years old. The
woman is 47, if she's a dayl Second Critio
Haven't you found out yet that there are
professional ages as well as stage names.
Under a Ban.
Clarence I was never so insulted in me
life. That old pawty came along and hung
his coat right oil me nose.
Wilber Why don't you thrash him ?
Clarence Cawn't, dear boy; he's me
tailor, and I have to let him do these little
things if he don't dun me. Judge.
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PITTSBUKCT DISPTCHST
SCENES IN NEW YOKE.
Clara Belle Describes Some Interest
ing Everyday Episodes
THE CRAZE FOE GREEN CANDY.
Sedate lovers Sparking in a Leafy Nook in
the Park.
KEYRING IN A PLETHORA OF TOWELS
ICOSBXSFOKDXHCZ 01- THX SISFATCH.l
New York, October 26.
UfiT together two
persons by chance
entered the portal of
a very stylish res
taurant establish
ment One was a
seasoned old club
man, with the cap of
an amateur yachts
man on his head and a cigar in his mouth.
He passed through the hallway into the bar
room department He went to get a lone,
solitary drink, I supposed. The other was
an exquisitely dressed young giri. She took
the table across from me in the ladies' part
of the premises and said a few words to the
waiter, who went out and returned with a
whisky cocktail. The girl tossed it off, laid
down the money with 10 cents extra for the
man, gathered up her tiny parcels and con
tinued her walk up town. She did it all in
a perfectly easy manner, and utterly in.
different to my shocked look. Now, really,
why was it worse in the girl than in the
man to drink whisky?
It is very amusine to observe the rjeonle
as they come in and try to get tables Sy the
avenue windows. Of course, these are the
pleasantest seats, as one can enjoy watching
the stylish men and women who go saunter
ing by, as well as be seen by them, which is
a source of everlasting delight and gratifica
tion. Frequently when every table in the
windows is occupied, and the middle ones
are empty, a girl will call the head waiter
and anxiously converse with him in an
undertone. He glances around at the differ
ent places, finds out how nearly finished
some of the eaters are and promises to re
serve the first vacant table. Leaving a gen
erous lee with him. she goes off contentedly,
returning after awhile to tne coveted table.
It is surprising the number who do this
thing. They willingly seat themselves in
the hallway and patiently wait for an hour
for a table where they may be seen by their
passing friends.
FASHIONS IN CANDY,
All society is clamoring for green bon
bons. For a time it was violets. Then
came preserve!! rose leaves, crystallized
cherries and bits ot damsons in glace form.
Now the selection is as green as a spring
landscape, and the creams, places and fruit
drops match the gloves 01 the serpentine
gin iuai oraers tnem. u.nese green sweets
are composed largely of California grapes
and pistache creams. There are pistache
balls, cubes and squares in which fruits,
nuts and marrons are smothered. There
are the blocks of pink and white nuget
riddled with pistache nuts, and the green
grape like the charm of beauty is more
than halt concealed, scarcely half revealed,
by the muffling of spun sugar or whipped
cream. Then there are lime drops and
lime balls, creams and scrolls of English
mint, and buried in sugar crystals and cream
dates you can get a drop of maraschino that
win mase your womanly knees very yield
ing. Oyer the whole candied leaves of
bitter sweet and lemon verbena are
sprinkled, and with the gilded tongs comes
a bill of ?1 60 for the very smallest box
that ever measured 16 ounces. The sugar
plums for the bonbonnieres of silver and
ormolo are of the same exquisite shades.
Hundreds of women go to our most fash
ionable restaurant every week in the year
for the sole privilege of prinking and pow
dering preparatory to a cup of bouillon and
a subsequent call or matinee. The toilet
cabinet where thenewrioh and the rest of
them meet is a small sumptuously furnished
room with a couch of tufted velvet, a wall
mirror that reaches from the floor to the
ceiling, a long stationary taole with a
quartet of marble basins, and a French
dressing table as
PERFECTLY EQUIPPED
as though it were a private affair. There
are scent bottles, filled to the stopper with
perfume; ivory bound brushes, cnnhi nnri
whisks; a cushion as big as a pillow filled
with pins enough to Bkewer the bonnets of a
national convention of women, fasten their
bouquets and putin theirmouths for all sorts
of connections; manienre instruments and
cosmetics; face powder for the blonde, bru
nette and middle type; almond meal and
cold cream for chaps; rouge for the restora
tion of vanishing cheeks and lips;
Egyptian black for strengthening brows
and lashes and a perfect stock
of hairpins for blonde hair, black
hair, brown hair and copper-hoed tresses.
On the washstand the visitor is sure to find
the most delicate soaps the market affords
glycerine for the hardy and benzoiu for
those who have a more sensitive skin. And
the towels, saints ot the laundry, what
towels! Not five nor a dozen, but stacks
along the baseboard as high as the mahog
any wainscotting, and the use to which they
are put by the butterflies of fashion would
make a prim housekeeper gasp. One girl
wipes her shoes with three, throwing them
in a corner and helping herself to a fourth
to dry her hands and a filth to rub down
her face. Another takes her hair down,
pins one towel about her neck to protect her
dress, and with another wipes away
the dust from the roots. The next has
mud on the bottom of her dress, and
if it cannot be removed with three towels,
then four, five or six linen napkins are
levied upon. I have seen these damask
towels used for powder lags, rouge brushes,
manicure polishers, and soused with per
fumery to rub out spots from the fronts of a
dress. I have seen them bunched, folded
and pinned in dresses for a bustle, and
time and again I have watched a negligent
chaperone fill a towel with crashed ice and
press it on the brow of the semi-insensible
girl stretched-at fnll length on the couch.
Now and then it does happen that a heady
wine will send a lady from the dining room,
and the Argns-eyed master who attends to
everything gets a restorative to the cabinet
as soon as tne victim.
Aside from the dresses, flowers and man
nerisms of the elegant women who rendez
vous at this cafe about midday, a looker on
can always get a point or two for personal
instruction. For instance you will rarely
Bee a real swell put water on her face. The
woman from out of town scrubs a gloss on
her nose and cheeks, which she atterward
smothers with pink or pearl powder, but the
belle' from np town, across town or the
suburbs declares her cosmopolitanism at
once by the careful, cautious way that she
brushes the dust from her face, rubs it down
wnn gentie, caressing toucnes of tne towel,
and lastly lays on and works in the powder.
When finished she is not only in better,
prettier face than her country cousin, but
cleaner. Then there is the girl who, instead
of putting perfume on her handkerchief,
rubs it in the palms of her hands and pours
it over her coiffure; and still another belle
who tips the scent bottle over her mouth and
wets her lips with the Bweet stuff.
PERFECTLY SAXVRAL.
"What queer things there are in life to be
sure. If yon keep a lookout for them I
don't think yon are apt to come across many
for the same reason that a watched pot
never boils, perhaps but, to employ that
terse and paradoxical expression which
Tacitus made popular, if you don't yon do.
I was out for a five-mile walk in the park
the other day not one day in the series
which wrnt to make np the recent Indian
kummer Mid T miss that exhilarating and
fascinatiny observance when I saw some
thing thaUseemed to me very queer. Per
haps it wasynot in the least queer in reality.
1 cannot but aVniit that it was in truth quite I
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" SUNDAY,' "OCTOBER"
in the natural and expected order of things
throughout; and yet it astonished me, and
anyway it was absorbingly interesting, be
cause it was concerned with kissing, and the
kissing was done surreptitiously in a leafy
nook in a pnblic pleasure ground. The
principals were a young minister and a per
fectly well-poised young woman with the
stamp of Smith College upon her, and with
spectacles.
Now, as I say, I don't know that there
was anything in the least surprising about
it, and yet it did surprise me. I had been
walking up the east side, keeping to the
small paths and watching the squirrels and
the robins, and my blood was stirring and
mv heart blythe. I thought that when I
got to the restaurant of Mt St Vincent I
wonld have some breakfast, for I always
take the air before I eat, and it was only 11
o'clock in the morning. I had got up be
yond the upper reservoir the one which is
distinguished by having water in it and
beyond the lovely meadows where the
gorgeous lawn tennis players straddle about
so divinely, and where they want to put up
some exposition buildings for a world's
show of 1892, 1 believe. I was on my way
up a gentle slope at the beginning of the
wooded tangle which overruns the north
west area, when I came npon the pair.
They were sitting on a bench together, look
ing vacantly down the path at me, attitude,
expression and all suggesting nothing in the
world but a grave, decorous, restful enjoy
ment of external nature, a mild, placid,
holy thankfulness for the balmy air, the
sunshine, the leafy rustle and the singing of
the birds.
LOVE IS XBB PARK.
She was a stout young woman, SO I should
think, smooth and fair. Her spectacles
were gold-bowed, and the lenses shone with
the polish Insisted upon by women who"
really care for their spectacles. He was
about her age, brown bearded, demure, with
a straight waistcoat, a choker and respect
able eyeglasses. I thought vaguely that
they were brother and sister, or a married
pair of seven years' standing. That was all,
as long as they had me in sight But jnst
beyond them the path made a sudden turn
and ascended sharply. It took my breath
somewhat to mount the little activity, and
when I trot to the top I stooned a moment
for a fresh supply. I was on the snmmit of
a bluff, around which the path had wonnd.
It was a place of advantageons view, and I
stood for some little time taking it in. The
couple I had passed had gone completely
ont of my mind. lam sure that I should
never have thought of them again but for
one of those curious little coincidences
of which the world, is fnll. As I
stood looking and filfing my lungs a pretty
red oak leaf went dancing across the path
under the gentle urgency of the wind. My
eyes followed it idly as it traveled until it
stopped at the base of a snowball bush just
at the edge of the bluff. It occurred to me
that it was worth preserving, and I left the
patn and went over andf icked it up. As I
did so I became conscious again of the
clergyman and his spectacled companion.
They were still sitting on the beach, which
was backed up against the base of the bluff
just below me, and in my fnll, unhindered
view. And to my surprise bo much, to
my surprise that the red oak leaf escaped
from my fingers and fluttered off and down
upon the woman's plain brown straw bonnet
they were hugging and kissing with as
much zest and animation as you might look
for in a codless younrr couple from the
Bowery.
THE GOOD THINGS OE LITE.
Natural quite natuaal, of course; and
yet I am somehow stirred and interested
whenever I think of it Her hair lay so
smooth over a forehead which was so smooth
I know she is a proficient in Greek and
mathematics; and he may be a delegate to
the Episcopal synod, or convention, or what
ever they call it, which is now in session in
the annex ot St George's Church.
The members of the Episcopal conven
tion, by the way, are not in the least anchor
itish in a number of their ways. I was in a
Third avenue oyster house at lunch time,
and a dozen or more of the ministers were
in there engaged on the same errand of the
stomach that I was engaged on. But my
repast was a meager thing indeed compared
with many of theirs. Two fine old gentle
men who sat next to me ate fried scollops
and fried oysters and deep-dish eastside pie,
and topped it off with three enps of coffee
each, and cigars. Superb digestions! It
made me at once envious and amiable to
observe them. I am bound to say that not
one who lunched there drank wine or ale,
but most of them smoked great black, fat,
powerful looking cigars. I see them con
stantly smoking in the streets, even when
they are walking with their wives and
daughters. It seems an amiable fashion,
and perhaps an unobjectionable one, if their
nerves can stand it, and the nerves of the
ministers are apparently very good.
ViHAJUk JJULiUE.
MAKING A BOOK IN JAPAN.
The Anthor Paints Instead of Writing-, Using
Brash and Ink.
American Bookmaker.i
Having resolved to "paint" a book, for,
as all the world knows, the Japanese use a
brush and not a pen, the author betakes him
to his workroom. It is a little room, a very
little room. "Six mats" is its Japanese
measurement, and a mat is about 6 feet by 4.
It is full of the soft, dull light which pulses
from a square white paper lantern; the low,
bright wooden ceiling gives back a pale
brown gleam here and there. There is a
silvery glint in the frail paneled walls, and
in a warm gray shadowed recess a gold
Buddha crosses his feet and stretches forth
his palms, smiling gently upon the lotus
which he holds. In another reoess stand
the curious vessels of iron and clay and
bamboo for the tea ceremony.
The author sits on the floor in a flowing
garment of brown silk lined witb-blue, his
legs disposed comfortabljr under him. In
iront of him stands a lacquered table, about
a foot, and upon it his writing materials,
which are as idyllic as his surroundings
his paperis delicately tinted yellow, with blue
lines running up and down. His inkstand
is a carved ebony slab, with one end hol
lowed out for water to rub his cube of india
ink in, nd holds the four or five daintily
decorated bamboo brushes which are his
pens. Naturally he does not write his novel,
he -paints it. Beginning at the end of the
whole, at the lelt- o! every page and at the
top of every line, straight down between the
two oiue parallels nis small brown hand
goes, with quick, delicate, dark touches.
Althongh this novelist's "copy" might
seem to a stranger to be daintiness itself,
yet he always has it duplicated "by an
artist" before sending it to the publishers,
the success of the book depending so largely
upon its artistic forthbringing. The
"artist" to whom the "oodv" is nnw in.
trusted proceeds to repaint the long series of
wora pictures witn a professional dexterity
which is something astonishing.
An Underground Mjstery.
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Uncle Si Low (watching piledrivers at
work on a "West street foundation) "Waal,
1 swowl I've heard about your buryln' the
wires, bnt this do beat alL
Idler What's-this got to do with it?
TJncle Si "Why, when you git them tele-
gmpu tiuica uruv into tne grounu, now uo
the men git down to string the wires?
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27r 1889.
A WO0D0HPCK HUNT.
Driving Through the Beautiful Scen
ery of Washington County to
THE HAUNTS OF THE WILY RODENT
Sad Fate of the Contemplative Observer, of
Natnre.
A ROIAL FEAST, FIT FOB THE GODS.
rWBITTXX 70S Tint DISPATCH.!
"Mark," said Bailey carelessly, "do-you
want to take a drive?"
Mark 'did.
"Then put the little rifle together. The
cart will be here in a minule."
Mark audibly wondered wha't the dickens
a rifle had to do with an afternoon drive,
but as the other was just then waging a
losing battle with a very bad pipe, he de
clined an explanation as trivia, and Mark,
accepting the silence as an indication that
on this occasion it had something to do
with it, carefully put lock and stock and
barrel together and accompanied the pretty
silver-mounted affair to the dogcart
This afternoon it certainly was a dog cart
in every sense, for Bhot, calm in his in
variable position as the oldest dog in the
pack, had settled his haunches on the
driver's seat, while Shell and "Wad swirled
gracefully around the pretty turnout, and
Toots, the water spaniel, barked frantically
as he hustled his fat little legs to keep up
with the graceful pair, though they landed
him a very bad third, indeed.
The silence of some friends is golden as.
wuiparcu mj uc vapiu utterances 01 loose
wnose mistaren idea of entertainment con
sists in making noises with their mouths,
so probably the first half hour of that lovely
drive was made in absolute stillness, broken
only by thesteady pounding of Billy's hoofs,
of the plaintive wail Toots set up now and
then when the other dogs left him too far
behind. Mark asked no explanation of the
rifle snugly lying between his knees, as ex
perience had taught him such a drive would
be well worth taking, while Bailey offered
none, as he knew the other was content
Arrived at the top of the high hiil jnst
outside of town, Billy was given a breath
ing spell, while the two friends looked
about them at a scene "Washington county
offers but once a year.
The afternoon sun was settling just low
enough in the "West that its rays were tem
pered into golden beams that touched with
ounninghand the glorious fall dress of
maple, hlokory and chestnut, then showered
its yellow upon fields and fields of corn and
grain, and theu finally laid bare the road
creeping in and out like a hnge golden ser
pent that bnried its fanes in a cushion of
-purple haze and bine sky ten miles to the
soutn 01 tms garaen or .Eden.
SJICOTimS VS. KATUEE.
"Smoke? queried Charley, and the spell
was broken; sweet nature was forgotten, and
Maik wonld be darned if he'd smoke a pipe
that fairly outraged the atmosphere as
Bailey's did. He was -oaeified. however.
with a cigar, and the two lrlends again sunk
into silence, and Billy started down the
long hill at a pace that forced the two
pointers to lengthen their graceful bounds
while poor broken-hearted Toots was left
away behind, overcome by such a cloud of
dust and mortification that he couldn't even
howl.
And so the drive went on all that after
noon, Bailey handling the horse in a sort of
aimless way, down this road and up that,
and on two occasions actually traversing
the same route. The sun had touched the
horizon at last, and beamed a mel
low good night from its kindly
face,, then sank, and a faint idea
of the significance of that rifle began to
dawn upon Mark as a gray twilleht settled
over the scene.
The woodchuck is a rodent, and probably
as cunning as any animal living; as
tenacious of life as a mule, and as ugly a
fighter as a bull dog. Charley Bailey was
ont after a woodchuck, and had been driving
with the certainty of death that landed him
at an objective point at ten minutes after
the sun had set, when he knew that cuts
animal would be before the door of his
domicile taking a survey of the woild be
fore starting on a foraging expedition that
would last until daylight The tired dogs
were called in, and trotted contentedly be
hind the cart, while the rifle was unstrapped
and a long 22 inserted fn the well-oiled
breech.
"Don't stop," said Charley, "until you
get behind that bunch of trees. Take the
dogs with you," and he quietly slid over
tne dbck ot tne cart to tne consternation of
Toots, who was trotting along with his eyes
shut and his month open. A low command
to the dogs sent them disgustedly after
Mark and the cart that rattled gaily on,
conveying to the alert sense of any wood
chuck in hearing the idea that it still con
tained two. Arrived at the point desig
nated, a quarter of a mile awa)-, the cart was
stopped, Mark stood up in order to get a
better viev of the scene, while the well
trained dogs looked longingly back, but
knew better than to take a step in that di
rection. In some way Charley had got through the
fence, instead of climSing it, and he was
now circling down toward the creek in order
that a little knoll might come between him
and a Btump and a bunch of reddish brown.
Papa Chuck, sitting bolt upright before his
burrow. '
THE DEATH SHOT.
The circuit was made and the hunter
turned to advance rapidly over the velvet,
grassy enshion toward the wary game. Still
behind the knoll he moves slower now, and
now doubles up like a jack-knife as he cau
tiously crawls to the very edge and can go
no farther unless in plain sight of the
chnck sitting there, but fully 100 yards
away. To go farther was impossible, as the
slighest sound or sight would have sent
the wiliest animal in the world deep
into his hoU. To shoot from there would
be ridiculous, as the light was uncertain,
and besides, the animal must be hit in the
head, as they will drag a body actually torn
to pieces into the ground, to die perhaps the
very moment. Still Bailey was evidently
going to try h shot.
Actually rolled up like a piece of parch
ment, he stood there so long Mark's strained
eyes sought the horse's ears for rest When
he looked again Bailey's form seemed to
have grown taller, but a second glance
showed no motion. Mark looked down, and
looked again, and this time there was no
mistake; Bailey was unwinding himself,
and by degrees so imperceptible Mark's
back lairly ached with sympathy. It
must have taken fully ten minutss before
the hunter stood bolt upright, a motionless
stump in the gathering shadows, and Mark's
wonder as to how the man was going to get
the rifle to his shoulder without perceptible
motion was answered by a gleam of steely
blue pointing from his shoulder and eye
straight at unsuspicious chuck, still en
gaged in philosophic contemplation of a
world soon done with him. Bailey had the
gun to his shoulder all the while, and the
strain must have been terrible.
A whip-like crack relieved all hands, and
the days of chuck's usefulness as weather
prophet were overshot plnmb through the
right ear, and down and out the left shoul
der. He doesn't know to this day what
happened that-lovely October evening.
The dogs could oe restrained no
longer, and all flew over the fence
with the exception of Toots, who like the
clown in a circus, ignominionsiy crawled
through the rails, and scampered toward his
master, away behind as usual.
Probably no chef in the world would un
dertake to prepare the despised woodchuck
for the table, slighted as he is by the game
laws and ignored by the hunter. Another
surprise was afforded Mark that night, how
ever, when he with s couple of friends,
was invited to attend a feast of roasted
woodchuck, Saratoga chips and a dozen
bottles of Burton's best "Wiggins had been
steamed for three hoars, then staffed with
herb drewinir. and roasted for few hours.
jtfeea plaeed inthe oetitetGi the table, tte
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richest and best flavored meat ever eaten by
a party of hunters, who relished nothing
oetter man to near againtne story 01 nis
untimely end.
Gaitiikb.
ONE 17IF QUITE ENODGH
Opinion of a Toang- Mormon on the Saiject
of Polygamy.
Correspondence of Globe-Democrat.
On a train between Ogden and Salt Lake
City the other night, during conference
week, a drummer for a San Francisco dry
goods house opened fire on the Mormon ques
tion. "I have been among those people 14
years," said he, "and I know them like a
book. I have traveled throngh their towns,
hundreds of miles from the railroad. I have
lain down in their houses with thousands of
dollars about me and felt perfectly secure.
I have never been molested and have re
ceived only the most courteous treatment.
But I tell you polygamy is a curse. Better
people than the Mormons I don't want to
deal with. "When I came among them I
could hardly sell them a bill of goods. Now
there is nothing in the drygoods line which
is too good for Mormon ladies. But X tell
you, gentlemen, this thing of more than one
wife works badly. It isn't in the nature ot
man to think the same of two women. He
will care more for one than the other, and
there will be unhappiness in the family.
That is what I have learned."
An old gray-haired man leaned forward
and began to argue.
"My friend," asked the drummer, "how
many wives have you got?"
"One," said the old man.
"Then," said the drummer, "there isn't
a bit of use for you. and me discussing this
question. Theory isn't practice by a long
snot.
The train stopped and the old man got
out A smooth cheeked boy had been lean
ing forward and listening- intently to the
drummer's discourse. He was perhaps 20
years old.
"What do you think about it?" he was
asked. "Are most Of the vonnp Mormon
men and women looking forward to polyg
amy?" His reply came hesitatingly and seri
ously. "Those who have fathers and 'mothers
who are not in polygamy don't think very
mnch about it, I guess,'' he said. "But, I
know how it is with most of us who belong
in polygamous families. "We don't want
any more or it, Iknow, that for hjyself. I
dou't intend. to have but one wife."
HIS TBONK WENT ASTEAT.
WbrBepresentatlTe Parians Bad to Bor
row tfaq Clerk' Night-Shirt.
Washington Post.1
The dictionary never gives entirely sails
factory and complete definitions. Now as to
what constitutes a statesman, for instance;
it is entirely inadequate, and dismisses the
subject in a half dozen lines. Out in Mon
tana, if & man should come into a hotel, or
what passes for a hotel in the sage brush
country, and say that he had lost nis trunk
and would ask the landlord to loan him a
night-shirt, the landlord would answer,
"Why, certainly, Bishop, or Judge, or Sen
ator," as the case might be. Then the land
lord would rake the town, with a fine-tooth
comb, but what the eminent travelers should
be accommodated.
Bo there is no reason why the Montana
rule should not apply In "Washington, at
least until Congress shall have assembled
ana revised tne rnles. Ex-Congressman E,
C. Parsons, of Cleveland, registered at the
Arlington last night He is a very distinguished-looking
gentleman and, as the
Scotch wonld say, "he iss a distinguished
gentleman." His trunk had gone astray,
and, perforce, he mad.o a loan of a night
shirt from the night-clerk. As the night
clerk will not need his night-shirt while on
duty, it must be aocarent to an-mrm ihst
the night-shirt can appear in the role of Box I
And Ca withont fnn)nvnl.nii tn fl.a ,. J
of the first part or to the party of the second
part
Since the night-clerk entered immediately
and cheerfully into a contract to furnish
Mr. Parsons with a night-shirt, ft stands to
reason that so eminent an authority as the
author of "Parsons on Contracts" was
enabled to pass a peaceful sight, elothed
and in his proper mind. And since ex
Senator Tabor, of Colorado, determined a
new- classification and rating of statesman
ship from the basis of a 1300 embroidered
night-shirt, it follows that Mr. Parsons is
no leas eminent as a statesman than aa a
lawyer.
SUCCESS IN LITERATURE.
Books Which Have Come Into.Ylroreis
Being- Almost by Chance.
There have been eases in which literary
renown has been won unawares. In
affirming this, such instances as those of
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle Tom's
Cabin," Mr. Black's "Daughter of Heth,"
and Mr. Elder Haggard's "King Solomon's
Mines," examples of astonishing success
achieved at a stroke, are notin mind.seys the
Quiver, but Sir "Walter Scott kept "Waver
ley" by him in manuscript for nine years,
fearing that by its publication it might
put in peru me reputation wnica was al
ready his in virtue of his poems.
It is most unlikely that Master Samuel
Pepys dreamed the immortality his
"Diary" was to give him. Miss Ferrier.tha
writer of the striking stories, "The Inheri
tance and "Destiny," has herself stated
that her first work was "begun at the urgent
desire of a friend, and with a promise of
assistance, which, however, failed long be
fore the end ot the first volume. -Tne work
was thrown aside, and resumed some years
alter. It afforded occupation and amuse
ment for idle and solitary hoars, and was
published in the belief that the author's
name wonld never" be guessed at.or the work
heard ot beyond a very limited sphere." As
a final and recent instance, ProC Henry
urummona and his widely circulated
"Natural Law in the Spiritual "World" may
be quoted. The professor has told his readers
that that fascinating book "was never for
mally written. It came into being almost by
chance."
V
Ho Danger for Overcrowding.
MewYorkSnn.1
"Dr. Channcey M. Depew is not at all
afraid that this country will be overcrowded
through the rush of immigration. He says'
that .the area of rable acres is the
United States is 20 per cent larger than that
of China, which supports a popT-latkw of
nearly 400,000,000.
Kaklag HlasMlf Ksowm.
Cashier You'll have ia be Identified.
Embryo Financier How?
Cashier I say.yba will have to be idea
tlfied before loan cask that eheek.
Financier iToa know Benjamin Har-
riBGH, aonjtyoB c
Cashier I've heard of him.
naasejer Well, be skeek feosoV vMs.
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Another Era of Great 'Prosperity!
Striking the Conitry'
A BOOM IN THE BUILDING TIADEi
Flan of aa Imoaical aM AtWtrgU
Aesiueuce.
SOME OP THE SPECIAL IEATDSW
twrma rortrax oiwj.tch.1
The signs of the times up-iueatloaably I
dicate that the fortunate people of this
country are about to enjoy another era, of
great prosperity. Baanteons crops (never ,
so bounteous as those of this year) aad'aa ?
unlimited demand for them at good prieesj'
by reason of partial failure of crops aWeid. '''
form a combination of circa BMiaaew tkt '
never falls to elevate the hora of nlentv.
The last era of rood times 1879-86 nu
inaugurated by the seme causes, aWed'byfi
the resumntfnn nt cnaIa Mvtuit w!?aL u.J
sured solid values for everytbiBg. Tfcera
same conditions prevail to-day.
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Dnring prosperous times, aad tipeofaWy .-
at the commencement of prosperei Uaioaf-"
before the prices for material aadla &--'"
come inflated, the building-of fceww .-
moderate cost will certainly prove- to fee , J
profitable ventures. "When aa AaHrieaai't ?? .
raakesjmoney he is pretty sure to provide aaf "
aitraciyre ana comiortaDie boa for Ms
family. The design illustrating tbk ariMeJ
is suDmittea tor ms contideratKm.
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Size of structure: Front iaelaeXaef-rax
anda, 30 feet; depth, 48 feet S iaefees. h j
Height of stories: Cellar, 7 feet; ints4ety
9 feet 6 inches; second story, 9 feet; attfe '
story, 8 feet Ajr
Materials for exterior walls: FonBdaKonir,
stone or brick; first story, dapberds;see
ond story, shingles; gables, deuars?aaeT
roof, shingles. . J-
Interior finish: Hard whitipafltsifrwkife
pine trim, cherry staircase, plaster oaraieea
ana centers in nan, parlor aad dfaw i
Exterior colors: Bedy of iwt iter-s,'
raiBgies arouna versa, saiigur
story aad shingles ost gables, mijHsii
mb; root sningiet, - r; an
saeh as window aad door as
courses, bracket, vereada setts awl
and lattice, light green; etttastfsjv sk
sashes, dark red; eWs, aatorsl mmntU
wuou, wna iisru oil bum; BUMS, SMC
buff; veranda floor as4 eeilfW. otteeLIPK
exterior palntiafr there sfeooM be oe prta-!
lag and two fiEisiiwt goats. To get tke beat
results me seeeea MMtuog tmtrtsaldit
ne appnea until at wast eif ht SMti
elapsed after pettixt; oa tke first
Accommodations: Tke priagfarf
and their sties, erMeta, etc., a itnum;i-r
the plans give herewith. IaiiililMiiii bii
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