i V Hr.s ff - , ' fir J.w THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH E&' SECOND PART. K WIT - 4k s-" ' PAGES"9 TO 12. - "" ,f CHEAP BUT How-to Build and Furnish a Concerning tsitien toe tr-sraEre Waters : PLANS with this issue are ? for an eight roomed cot tape, cozy and comfortable, And at moderate cost The exterior is simple and picturesque, and has a cheerful, home like appearance. For painting, the following simple scheme will hang well tocether, and be attractive if properly carried out Boofs, a low toned red, almost brown in its shading. The shingles on the gable end, a soft old gold, the plaster in the peak of the gable may be of a brighter lemon yellow as it will brighten up the quiet colors. The body of the bouse a quiet olive green, with a dark bronze green ior all trimmings. The fact,that a room is simple in finish, and. the home comparatively low in mone tary value is no reason why Its cheerful and artistic values may not be brought to the front. The interior shown with this article is the parlor of the bouse mentioned above. This room is in me front of the house with two cheerful front windows, and if the sun shine finds its way here any length of time during the day, the colors should be ot rather a low, quiet key, allowing enough of bright color to creep into its furnishings, to enhance the cheerful effec In the wall and ceiling decoration, sim plicity should be considered, For the walls ue cartridge paper (plain) of a quiet, dive green. Faint the woodwork a darker, cool tone of the same, running into the gray. For the frieze a very qniet tone of light Pompeian red; this should be in distemper and the pattern stenciled over in gold, Tery light and delicate. For the ceiling a soft, but! tone, a very little medium chrome yel low.. Dry color mixed with the white cal- cium will hnng the right results; this will give a cheerful effect to the more somber tones of the wall, and snnshine to the room when artificially lighted. The decoration on this should be quiet and simple in character, only a few cutting lines of soft olive, with an inner line of gold. Hang the windows with plain curtains of a darter olive than the walls, and perhaps a little sharper on the green, with stripes' of dark red running horizontally across them. Such curtains may be purchased from $12 per pair upward. Of course they will not be so heavy and rich as higher priced goods, but if well lined with a soft buifsilicia, will look and wear well for years. The shades should be a light olive color. The furniture of dark, quiet color, bright ened by tidies and bits of embroidery color, here and there on cabinet and . mantel shelves. There is no reason why our parlor, eyen if simple and inexpensive, should not rise far above the commonplace, in its home comlorts and cheerfulness. "When njcham bcr does not happen to contain a hanging wardrobe, an excellent substitute may be effected, by means of a set of those portable wooden pegs, that can be bought for a very small price, fastened to the wall by stay nails. Dresses'and cloaks are not sightly objects when hung up, and if not covered, tbey catch the dust in a manner very detrimental to their preservation. To obviate this make a cretonne curtain (a light ground is the prettiest) the required length and width, with several curtain rings at the lop. Then procure at the hardware dealers two of those little brass hooks to screw into the wall the lircest size and a stroDgpieceof cane about three-quarters ot a yard long. Screw the hooks just over the pegs, run the cane through the curtain rings and fasten it tip, the two hooks supporting each end. Thus a portable hanging wardrobe is at once made; and when the room is swept, nothing need be done but to turn the flowing curtain inside out, and pin it tightly around the dresses underneath it The cretonne should match the window curtains and har monize, as much as possible, with the shade of the carpet and the whole tone of the room. Boxes and trunks that never look well in a room, in their natural state, may be con verted into ottomans by covers to fit loosely, and readily take off and put on. A fiat piece lined from the top of the box, a piping cord around and loose flowers gathered on would look 'best When curtains, box covers, portieres and hanging wardrobes are all made of the same pretty, light cretonne, the effect shonld bo very good. . In fixing np a bedroom in cretonne, it is advisable to get a cumber of yards over what is immediately required, as" there JS no telling when it may be needed, and it is tometimes difficult to match the pattern "afterward. Nothing looks worse than a patched room, the idea, if attempted at all, f" )uld be carried out well. There are special rules for decorating cer iisroomi to make them exactlj suited to tneir particular uses. Thus: the entrance Kail or recention room should be as far as possible, imposing, calculating to instill 4utw u woitur u sense ot me ujuumuu 11a portaci. The dining room should be just the opposite in effect to the entrance hall. As a rule dining rooms are quiet and sub dued in tone, lor in this room the special in- J3v tmmmmttfcszuvJj smemvrsfKSSSSi t -gjatgS1 FzfiVXMl t r KgwHX)Cfrfgwnii COZY COTTAGE. Pretty Home Useful Hints Decoration. the dispatch. terest ought to live in the repast on the table, not in startling forms of decoration and furniture. It is not pleasant to have the attention riveted by some example of decorative skill, when the mind shonld be devoted to the con sumption of the viands on the table. By all means let the sitting room be bright and cheerful. The character of this room ought to be such as to promote cheerful and pleas urable conversation, and this is fostered by the many little odd trifles,drawings,pictures and articrle of virtu, scattered about the room. If the walls are covered with paper let it be light (for no dark paper is suitable for such a room) and of a color and pattern most adapted to show off pny pictures and engravings that may be hung npon the walls, for if good pictures are hnng on a wall covered with an unsuitable paper, their beauty will be lost, and most likely passed by unnoticed. "Whereas, if they be hung npon a suitable background, " they will at once be brought promptly into notice. Likewise walls and carpets, in all rooms ought to be of a color that will form a good background to the furniture of the room. Sometimes strong colors are chosen for the parlor or sitting room walls, in order to give them a degree of comfort and richness, which light colors conld not produce, and this is the more desirable when hanging curtains in the windows are altogether done away with. The library shonld be rich, both in its decorations and appointments. Green in qniet, cut tones, will be found a good color for the prevailing tone in the library; in this room everything onght to be the characteristic of study and medita tion. Let the bedrooms be quiet and cheerful intone. No paper with a -striking pattern it suitable for a bedroom; for in the hour of sickness, the eye and brain will'soon weary, with constant and striking repetition. In short, our dwellings ought to decorated in such a manner as will be best suited to our wants, and that consists in a harmonious combination ot color and beauty of form, but be it remembered that utility must always have pre-eminence over beauty. Bv the exercise ot a little good taste utility and beauty may nearly always go together. Faint upon woodwork, in our room should always be of plain and sample colors and "Hotted;" the ordinary graining, to immi tate different kinds of wood being mere dis similation, and as sucb to be entirely repro bated; the more cleverly it is done the more palpable the lie. In the chamber, instead of curtains, which the modern form of bed steads render inconvenient, screens on either side ot the bed are a much prettier and more healthy substitute; screens insure privacy, they keep out the light if neces sary aud are a great impoovement in the looks of a room. MASTEELT FINANCIERING. A Neat Stroko tn Bntineta That Almost Fer naded b Lawyer to be a Christian. A story is told of three Allegheny county lawyers which isn't slow in its way. It is that several attorneys had met to agree upon a fee to ba charged certain clients to the Su preme Court One of them suggested that they agree on a certain figure. Another thought an increase of 25 per ceut was right while the third blandly remarked that if tney would defer action for a few days he would find just what the case would stand, and to this the other two agreed without division. The trio again met according to appoint ment, when the volunteer investigator was asked to report, and he said: "Gentlemen, I have made full inquiry and am satisfied that we can have $2,500 just as well as 1,200." At this announcement, the gentle man who had suggested the advance to 1,500, and who is of Semitic extraction, sprang to his feet in transport, and rushing over to the ?2,500 man and clasping his hand, fervently, exclaimed: "Almost thou persoadest me to be a Christian." The recipient blushed violently and only recovered his equilibrium in a brown study as to whether the ejaculation was sarcastic, or complimentary. - . Gonrley'i Rinjorllr 3.123. The Returning Beard is still busy with the counting of Tuesday's vote, but will fin ish to-dar. The result of the count of the vote iu PitUburg hws ior Gouriey 10,728, and for Bailey 13,005, making Gourley'i majority 3,123. '&- V!r fflDBEADFDLBADEID, The Sinful City and Prison of Totter ing Spanish Eoyalty, WAEEMAN FINDS QUAINT SCENES. The Hanzanarea Lavanderas, or Washer women of the Eirer. A MAD P0EFS TOMB AND AN JJPIS0DE rcOEfiEsroxDENCE or ins dispatch, i Madbid, Spaet, January 27. Copy right You will see more olden, qnaint and curious sights in the great calzadas or stone-covered highways leading into Mad rid, than you will find in the Spanish capi tal Itself. For old Madrid, the Madrid that was once but the advance post to Toledo, when the latter city was in the hands of the Arabs, has entirely disappeared. The Mad rid of to-day is a modern city, with modern architecture; and only when now and then one stumbles upon a musty, old and for gotten corner where antiquity and filth have been unwittingly overlooked, or when you come upon the gigantic apartment houses with their cheap rennaissance of Moorish tracery and balconies, will your ex pectant eyes rest upon aught of Byzantine flavor or design. To the traveler, primed with romantic fancies of Moorish conquest, ocenpancy and relics, it is the most disap pointing city in all Spain. To the cities of the South, one must go to Toledo, Seville, Cordova, Cadiz and to vermilioned-walled Granada, for the enchantment and exalta tion promised in one's far-away day dreams of medieval Spain. One might better see New York, Boston or Philadelphia to know historic ground; low ly life along the Thames in London will fur nish more interesting studies of characteris tic classes; and .faris in a score of quarters can show Infinitely greater piquancy and zest Madrid is bleak, solemn, ponderous. Its streets are wide, clean, ' but without life or color. Its royal palace is a vast granite and marble barn. Its Escurial is a huge, damp, out-of-doors cellar. Its squares, plaz as and paseos, the resort of dolorous idlers, convey a sense of austere solemnity and loneliness. Its royal picture gallery, admit ting of no equal in the world in point of rare works of the oldest and greatest mas ters, may also with equal justice admit of no equal in the world as the most inade quate collection of representative schools of art extant SIMPLY REPUGNANT AND BAD. It does not possess a single cathedral; and you cannot find a church within its environs worthy a moment's attention by the student of ecclesiastical art Its river of high sounding name, the Manzanares, is a spatter of wet front the Guadarrama mountains in winter, a muddy torrent in spring, a sana blown ditch in the summer, nnd hardly a capable sewer at any time of the year. Its people ape the French in dress, attempt En glish manners in the saddle -or carriage; and possess none of the better, and all of the worst, characteristics and qualities of the entire nation. Madrid is simply the great prison honse of tottering Spanish royalty; the breeding spot of aimless revolution and disorder; socially the most corrupt of all European cities; and, as an abiding place, from its lnexpressably wretched climate, the certain beginning and end of lingering death. All ibis being true, and immeasurably more emphatio in the experience than through the consciousness derived from reading it in print, my own interest quickly passed from contemplation of Madrid as the royal cjty of Spain, with nothing truly Spanish about it, to the study of two lowly classes, the lavanderas, or washerwomen of the Manzanares; the Spanish Gipsies of the quarter known as the Barrio de las Ininrias y Cambroneras" and to a few hours' idling in the Campo Santo, at the lowly grave of Espronceda, the "mad poet of Spain." This dripping thing they call a river, the Manzanares, comes down from the cold, gray heights to the north of Madrid, and winds half way around the city from the northwest to the southeast What water flows through it, breaks in sandy shallows, forming innumerable little islands, and curionslv bonnded strins of land, nil ntvp. tible by any barefoot boy or girl. Ten thousand women soak and splash and souse and beat the linen of Madrid within its scant waters every day. Not an article of clothing is elsewhere washed. No other than these MAUZANARE9 LAYAKSEBAS are permitted to labor as laundresses; aud for three miles up and down the stream, from opposite the infantry and artillery barracks upon the heights ot Montana del Frincipe, past the windows of the Queen Bezent's apartments in the royal palace, and circling around awav bevond Toledo Gate, the moving dots or red and ble, yellow and gray, comprise this great army ot Ama zons with arms and legs ou them 'like tree trunks; with voluptuous breasts fnd shapely neuks; hard-muscled aud bronzed as Turks; the most arduous tollers, the wickedest blackguards, and withal the sunniest tem pered souls in Spain. There are three grades in this labor. 'They are the mistresses, or amas, the overseers or ayudautas, and the lavanderas themselves. All are women. The first are the agents who receive the work from thehotels, great honses, and the city agendas, in huge lots, and are respon sible for Its safe return. The ayndantas or overseers, are really the forewomen of from a dozen to a score of lavanderas each; nnd they are responsible for work placed in their bands by the amas. At 5 in the morning, winter and summer the lavanderas will be seen, many of them with children trundling beside them, creeping along from the bar rios abajos or lower quarters of the city toward the Manzanares. Near the river is an asilo or asylum, a refuge for their chil dren. By 6 o'clock you might count from 5,000 to 8,000 of the strange creatures at work. The entire sloping, sandy banks are covered with drying poles. At this time of the year Jhe water from the mountains is of iov tem perature. Bnt it seems to make no 'differ ence with their labors. .Here and there huge cauldrons contain boiling water. From time to time a trifle of this is poured in the little hollow where each one toils in the sand and water; but this seems to be done more from habit than necessity. Each lav andera brings her own huge roll of bread, perhaps a bit of cheese, a ciaspknife to pre vent uuuue iiuurues irom me. straggling soldiery near, rs well as to use in cutting bread; and. just before noon, thev breakfast in huge wooden sheds on salt fish, potatoes and coffee with a measure of red wine pro vided by the ama, duplicating this meal as a dinner, at 4 in the alternoon. THEY WELCOME THE DANCEE. They eat like animals, nnd the moment their lood is disposed of, the tinkle of the guitar is heard, and you or any kindly dis posed passer may dancftwith them, as I did. until the 30 minutes allowed them for food and jefresco have expired. On these occa sions everyone dances, girlsof 18and women of 80, and the scenes along Manzanares are very picturesque and interesting. But when I tell yon that one of these iron-framed wenches must wash and dry ready for the "starching," which is done by the criadas in the city, pieces of linen equaling the cleansing of 70 sheets, in order to earn 25 cents per day, the poetical sense in it all is with the interested on. looker, rather than, with the drudging lavanderas of the. Man-' zanares. To the sonthwest of the old city, between the fine Toledo Bridge and the huge but un artistic Toledo Gate, aud hear the bank of PITTSBURG, SATURDAY, the river, is a wobegone quarter known as "Barrio de las Injuries y Cambroneras." Here I found my old friends, the Gipsies, to the number oi about 1,000. They live in crumbling stone huts, rude wooden sheds enriously patched and mended like many of the squatters in their picturesque cabins upon the gray rocks of Harlem heights, in New York, and in tints of coarse lineu cloth set upon board bases, something as we used, to raise our "wedge" and "wall" tents when in winter quarters, while some of us were enjoying a vacation in the South from '.61 to '65. My visit to these tawny folk would have been deeply disappointing had I not possessed certain passports to their favor from American Gipsies. This enabled me to secure information regarding the present whereabouts of the most powerful and re spectable band oi rom lajahs or "road lords." that is, traveling Gipsies, in Spain, which, if fortunate in finding, I shall speak of at length in my next letter. AX THE TOMB OF THE POET. From the homes ot these miserable out casts I wandered to the Campo Santo or public cemetery of Madrid. To me there has always been a strange fascination about the mournful end of the greatest, and the most diabolic, poet Spain ever produced. That one was Espronceda, the mad pogt of Spain. I could not find his own grave, ".but the neglected tuniba of his mother was pointed out the place where the poet's dis perate agony dethroned hisresson. Hislife and death were equally horrible. He sprang from social driltwooa. His mtfther was a brilliant lascivia; his father a titled roue; his own love affairs horribly dramatic; his daughter the most beautilul and dangerous woman of Spain, and his own death that of a madman. The baleful influence of his daughter was such that royalty in Spain nearly received its death-blow, and every hope centering in the present royal succes sion was all but destroyed. ft Adelaide, the mad poet's divinely beauti ful daughter, was the favorite inamorata of Alfonso. Indeed, the two were desperately in love. Queen Christina, the present queen regent, bore all his ordinary affairs patiently enough, bnt she knew of the radiant beau ty and intellectuality of Adelaide, and it crazed her with jealousy. Ordering a close carrosa she was driven to the little nest of a quinta Alfonso bad provided for his love in the aristocratic suburb of Chambery, at an hour when she knew the king would be with her. Hastily alighting, she attempted to enter, but was met by the Duke Sesto, whose eminence had been attained as a prbcurador rather than as a statesman. "Permit me to enter 1" tremblingly de manded the queen. "It is impossible. I beg yon to return to the palace," replied Sesto. "Make way for the Qnecn the Queen will pass 1" Indignantly commanded the niece of Francis Joseph, Emperor of the Austria. "Even the Queen cannot pass 1" iraper' turbably and doggedly answered the duke- SHE ENTERED .AND IVAH STRUCK. With a cry of rage Christina sprang to the carossa, snatched from it a heavy purse of gold, flung it full in Sesto's face, which sent him crashing through a window of the villa, and, shrieking, "Dog I if your master, the King, pays you one price for your hellish occupation the Queen will always donble it to defeat him 1" flew into the quinta like a tigress, and discovered the King and Ade laide in each other's arms. It is said Alfonso did not recognize the identity of the half-crazed intruder. At all events, springing to his feet, he struck the Queen to the floor with his heavy walking stick, and then fled with Epronceda's daughter, while the calm Sesto bore the un fortunate woman to the carrosa and saw her safelr in the hands of her maids at the royal palace. Two days Iatfihe Queen was with her uncle at the Austrian Court, determined on eternal separation from Alfonso, while the Spanish royal household and the high dignitaries of Spain trembled for the re sult The affair even penetrated the Vati can itself, and for a time was a source of grave disquiet to all the courts of Europe. But in a little time Alfonso was prevailed upon to present himself at "Vienna, penitent and promising, and the politic Austrian Emperor succeeded in sending Christina and Alfonso back to Madrid togethei. Thus the Qneen's uncle's wisdom made it possi ble for all Spain to rejoice at the birth of' the late King's posthumous son, the puny, ever-ailing King Alfonso XIII, to succeed him upon the Spanish throne. CKAZT, BLASPHEMOUS GENIUS. But no man ever lived with greater genius than Espronceda. He starved and sung, and Spain crowned him with riobes and honor. Bnt these to him were but instru ments for the most hideous emphasis of his own deadly hatred of all mankind. Stung to madness by the burning consciousness of his own unfortunate origin, he swept the universe of Inspiration and language for flam ing brauds of imagery with which to anni hilate virtue and debauch all mankind. His tremendous intellectual power and su preme genius, allied to his awful invective and the snbtle poison of his divine verse, for a time corrupted all Spain. Bnt an hour came when this wave of ruin swept back iu indignation upon himself. He struggled against it with infinite dar ing and " power; until, realizing -the enormity of his crime against the hope of all mankind, or the completeness of bis own fall, he went mad entirely. Breaking from bis keepers be rnshed to the Campo Santo, where his mother lay buried, and there upon this now weed-hidden grave, composed the most dreadfnl and devilish poem ever.conceived by human mind "La Desesperacion" in which his own mother, even the holy virgin, and all semblance of virtue, maidenhood, motherhood, maternity, are more loathsomely reviled than elsewhere in all tongues of men. With this master piece of the infamy of genius he appeared before his friends, a blasphemous maniac, destroyed himself, and died uttering the words, "Que talle otrol" "Let the next one deal!" Edoak L. Wakeman. TISITING SHIPPERS. The FnlneiTllle nnd 1'nlrport Road Entor tnin a Party of Patrons. A number of the shippers on the Pitts burg, Painesville and Fairport road, with their wives, visited Pittsburg yesterday as the guests of the railroad. They registered at the Anderson Hotel. In the party were Vice President B. K. Paigland and wife, C. C. Paige and wife, S. L. Thompson and wife, E. E. Gould and wife, Mayor Z. S. Wilson and wife) W. Scott Bonnell and wife, K. C. Moody and wife.and J.W. Alex ander. In the afternoon they visited the mills of Oliver Bros. & Phillips and Spang, Chalfant & Co. The evening was spent at the Grand Opera House. Vice President Paige, of the road, said: "Last year we handled 800,000 tons of pig iron at the Fairport docks. Now we are shipping about 150 cars of ore per day over the road. It is deposited at various points in the Mahoning and Shenango valleys, but the bulk of it comes to Pitts. burg.' A number of capitalists, among whom are President 01iver?f the Pittsburg and Western, intend to build a large blast furnace this spring near the docks." r 'Didn't Expect so flinch. The rise in the river caught some people napping, and considerable lumber floated off the wharf. The Signal Service Bureau put the top notch at 22 feet. The freeze last night and the breeze was somewhat repres sive. Between 6 o'clock Thursday evening and nood yesterday, the river rose 7 feet A more agreeable traveling companion than a cold is Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup. Take Vonr Choice of the Hat. Elegantly trimmed, mostly pattern bon nets, at less than cost. Come to-day to The People's Store. Campbell & Dies. FEBRUARY 22, 1890. LOYE'S LABOR LOST. Chief Jones Befuses to let the Silsby Engine Srniirt in Pittsburg. CORRESPONDENCE ON THE MATTER What Each Side Says Upon tha Subject of the Chiefs Refusal. OTHEfi TESTS STAND NO SHOW AT ALL The nine-hour test of the squirting powers ot the Amoskeag and Silsby fire engines failed again to materialize yesterday and as there is some heat displayed on the matter, the story of each is hereby detailed! Between 6 and 7 o'clock yesterday morn ing, Chief Brown, of the Department of Public Safely, put engine No. 2,Amoskeag, in charge ot Mr. John Vande veld, the Pitts burg judge, and he had it taken to the Alle gheny hay scales to be weighed, but there was no oue there to weigh it, and it was found 'that the Allegheny engine had not been ordered ontj. It came on the ground later, however. ' Mr. Vandeveld had aoted on the strength of the following correspon dence of the evening previous: TANDETELD'S LETTEB, Pittsbubg, February 20, 1SS0. Edward Armstrong', Esq., Judge representing Allegheny City on steam Ore engine test : Dear Sm Your verbal message received, with which arrangement I am very much satis fied to go to work In Exposition park. Alle gheny City. We will hare onr engine at the city scales, Allegheny City, at 7 A. If. to-morrow. I would like, however, to make the pro vision that in case we find to-night at 6 o'clock that the park is not accessible for a practical test ot the two engines, owing to the swollen condition of the river, or otherwise, I want to b y to yon that. In that event, I desire to go the wharf of the Monongahela river, and station the two engines on platforms there to be erectedy and proceed with the test under the rules adopted by us. I say Monongahela river because Chief Jones repeatedly told me there was no dace on the Allegheny City side ot the Allegheny river Baitable for said test. I will see that all provisions for the proper stationing of the engines at the above-named place are made, so that there will be no delay in the engines getting to work in tha morning, If yon coincide with me In this matter. Please send me a written answer to this note not later than 6 p. M. to-day. Direct to me, care of Hotel Anderson. Yery trulv yours, JonN Vaudevxijx. The following is .Mr. Armstrong's reply : Citt op Allegheny i February 20, 189a ( John Vandeveld. Esq. Dear Bib: Yours just handed me, and in reply wonld say that your proposition to take the engines to the Monongahela river, to be stationed on platforms erected by you for test, is perfectly satisfactory to me, provided our authorities agree. Chief Jones, who is present, objects to your proposition and suggests another day shonld be named by the judges. Yours respect! ullv. e. abm3tr0nq. wouldn't take it back. It was thought Chief Jones would recon sider his determination, but he didn't He said the test had been postponed several times and might be again; that several hun dred dollars had been expended in Expo sition Park in preparation for the trial and that it was now in such condition that men shonld not be asked to work in it on a nine hour trial; that If Pittsburg was very anxious for a trial another day might be ap pointed. He could see no reason why Alle gheny firemen should come over- to-Pitts-burg, as tht test could be as -well made in Allegheny as' in Pittsburg. He quoted from the agreement that the trial was to be made on the Exposition, raca track, bnt pro fessed to be willing to4 assist at a test under what he terms proper circumstances. Mr. Jones was un movable and declared the test should not be made under any such con ditions as Pittsburg was trying to infuse on Allegheny. KO OTHER TEST POSSIBLE. Chief Brown was asked if he would now proceed with arrangements to have a gen eral test, In which all fire engine manufac turers would be Invited to participate. He said he would not; that he was now done with fire enfcine tests. He said that if any testing wasuo be done the manufacturer's could conduct it themselves. John Vandeveld made an official report to Chief Brd.wn, of the Department of Pub lic Safety, yesterday afternoon. Ho says that Chief JOues, of the Allegheny Fire Department, Positively refused to allow the Allegheny engine to be taken to the Mo nongahela river, even after having been so ordered by Juuge Armstrong. He pays a high complimejni to the Pittsburg authori ties and says the failure to bring about a test is therefore not chargeable to the city of Pittsburg. TONIC SPEAK-EASIISM., A Medico Counted WUbPreicrlblngtUB Ar dent In Medical Manner Tesilmony of Witneaae lnsitUfneiory to the Prose cution The Cnici Continued. The casei of Dr. J. Sullivan and Fre.d Kollerman charged with selling liquor without license, weJte heard before Alder man Eeilly yesterday afternoon. These in formations were brou'ght by Corinty Detec tive Langhorst at the instance of District Attorney Johnston, A number of witnesses had been subpoenaed in the Dr. Sullivan case. Among them Matt uavanaugn and Peter Donahue but thdy failed to put in an nnnearance. Samuel Musgravo was the first witness sworn. He testified that he had his office with Dr. Sullivan. Tbelonly thing he got to drink was a tonic that was given him for a cold. He could not telUwhether or not there was whiskv in it Officer Patrick Farreul testified that he had been under the caile of Dr. Sullivan, who was treating him forllung troubles. He had been eiven a tonio very often, but could not say there was any whisky in it He never had a prescription. These were all the witnesses present, and the case was continued forfcne week. In the case of Fred Kdllerman Ootlieb Maegel testified to having gotten some beer from a son of the defendant! but that it was in his own room and no money had been paid for it. He never got arty liquor from the defendant. William Hague testified that he was in the delendant's place often, but never got any liquor aud never saw anybody else get liquor. This case was continued unt 11 Monday, as some more witnesses are to be (on band. HE IS AN ANCIENT MAKLNEE. Cnptnln Rowley at SO -YcarsW Aire Thinks, It Time to Quit the Itjlver. Captain George "W. Bowlevi whohascom uiandeij the Scotia since she was built, and whose experience as a marinejr on the West ern rivers of 'the United SUates covers 40 years, has surrendered the help of the Scotia to Captain John E. Phillips. Captain Eowley is 80 years of age, but though he has given, ud the jScotia and will remain in this city, he has ncu lost his inter est in business, and will still) keep his eve on the steamer in which he stlill retains his interest He completed his lust trip to Cin cinnati two weeks ago. IiOat, or Strayed, it lient. ' Some time since a lady nai ed Frew ap- plied for a divorce in the county. A commissioner lourts of this as appointed and testimony taken. Since nltMnt Inr n lornil fieenlntl then the ap- m has disap- pearpa and all trace df her sej and whether a reconciliatij place cannot, it seems, be aac is to be lost, i nas taKen taiued. J llpA TAUSL OF TK- QRlg.MT rWniTIES VOB TOT DISPi.TCn.1 h HAT do you think of that?" My friend Theophlle Lucon, the artist, handed me a sketch and then leaned back in his chair, nervously twirling his waxed mus tache. You have heard of Theophile, he of the gorgeous eastern scenes, who paints Egyp tian sand and rocks as if their monotony concealed a hot, passionate sonl; whose blue Bkies are dazzling in their liquid purity and brfghtness, and who is never happier than when he can introduce in his pictures a sad, solitary human figure in the midst of world desolation. You remember his painting of "Pharaoh's Feast?" The blinding sun of the desert, an endless stretch of yellow sand and a vulture tearing in angry disappoint ment at a gorgeously clad mummy. Well, if you read that painting with a sympathetic soul attuned to its meaning, you will under stand the sad, thoughtful genius of my friend. He was toot a morbid, melancholy man, but a charming companion, well read, orig inal, who had traveled in many lands, and always had something interesting to tell you. Brft when he was most friendly and J Am in the Mood to unreserved you felt that his thoughts were soaring above your level; that he was gaz ing whither your sight could not penetrate; perhaps into the rich storehouse of pJemory; perhaps into an Utopia of his own invention. Everybody admitted that Theophlle was a charming, lovable fellow; but they modi fied their praise by calling him "eccentric." He had his ideals in art and in life; he believed in the impossible, and in his su perstitions was more of a Buddhist than Christian. He was fastidious to a fault; cruel in his criticism of women, and so the announcement that he was shortly to be married aroused the surprise and cynicism of h'J friends. Some claimed that he had secured an unique'specimen of a real angel; others that he was engaged to a dream woman, to a fancy born of his' love for the imaginary and impossible. The geneqtl conclusion, in which, however. I did not share, was that Theophile was a proof of the" saying that genius is allien to madness. J. bad called on him at his stndio con gratulate him on his approaching marriage, but I found binrin a dreamy reticent mood, which suddenly disappeared when he handed me the sketch. Knowing the peculiarities of my friend, I felt that some rare history was connected with the painting, and I studied it with deep interest It was a rough, vigorous sketch ot a woman's head, an Egyptian or Arab maiden ol the better class, of a type of beauty that was not east ern. The skin was dark, the hair black, but under the low, narrow forehead there gleamed a pair of laughing blue eyes. All the expression, the soul, the emotion, were in the eyes. The lips weret small and ex quisitely shaped; the nose, with its sensitive nostrils, of wonderlul delicacy; the head was gncefully planted on a beautifully rouuded neck; the slioulders were perfect; but it required an enort to see au tnis; to drag away your attention from the laugh-fable, : .-.- U- 1...T.1 ... Anth-Ailarl nnri inc eves that neld you entnranea ana mocked your enthusiasm with a 'Strange gayety that suggested sadness. "A portrait?" I asked absently. "An unintentional portrait, bnt a portrait nevertheless. I am in the mood to tell the strange story connected with it, and that is the reason why I dragged it from its safe hiding place." "It is a very beautiful face," I said, to break a silence, during which he thought fully puffed a cigarette and stared idly into space. "Everything is beautiful if you dive down to the soul of it Has the cobra venom? That is the superficial, practical aspect But sit awhile, as I have dune, staring into its eyes, fascinating and being fascinated, and yon will tell n different story, ii Ugliness is man's excuse for ignor ance; what he knows pnly partially he con demns. Man has his ideaof beauty, Nature hers. Bahl Man is always -provincial in his tastes." , "It yon fling Esthetics and metaphysics at me, I surrender without fighting. Your beauty here is laahinj.ut you." "She has the right, for living she suffered for ie and still suffers for meP" "A paradox, then, in the portrait which is not a portrait." - "A paradox," he nodded, "which is an other way or saying a woman. Give her a name, and I will tell the story." "Why not the real name ?" "The name von dve will be the real one. It is irresistible." ''Alniah, then," I said, obstinately deter mined to disappoint him. "Precisely I" he answered, calmly. "You could not miss it I" "Yon do not mean " "I mean nothing, my English materialist with the instincts of the logical Frenchman. Listen and believe or disbelieve, and when I have finished join the general chorus, tap your head and call me eccentric or insane. But while listening forget that science has benefited humanity by wiping -out heaven; and believe tbatthosoul theory t something more tnau au exploded mediarval tradition. You will thus err' on the side of Plato, on the side of Pythagoras, on the side of Buddha, but by and by you can escaoe back to realism say in the Jardin Mabille 1" "Your mysterious hints already interest me. Your fine spiritual nature always sub dues my coarser materialism. I am a Bud- dhist believer; give me a glimpse of the spirit world." "Your jesting request is my serious inten tion." "I am hungry for yon to begin." "Good. In one of my many artistic trips I was the guest ol a Bedouin chief who had bis tent or his hot in the desert. I say Bedouin,' as I am not interested in ethno logical distinctions. It your more exact science likes 'Arab' or Ababdeh better, make your choice Enough that my host was a tall, strong-bearded fellow, who smoked his 'pipe in a majestic way, and whose handsome and intellectual face seemed an incongruity in his dirty primi tive hut, which consisted of a few upright poles covered with straw mats. Abdallah, my host, tent camels, goats and a few sheep, and when he was not employed in driving his herd from one pasture ground to another, he was carrying water on camel back down to the city, some four dafi' distance from his present abode. "Abdallah spoke to stringers in the Arabic-tongue, and as this is a language with which lam acquainted, we got on very well together. My host was a fairly intelligent man in his way, but, unlike the majority of his tribe, he was intensely superstitious; and. as he was always pottering around do ing a multitude of ridiculous things to pro tect himself against evil spirits, he was re garded as a species of m&gician, doctor or ghost-seer. I frequently joked with him on Tell the Strange Story. the subject flinging the latest patented sci ence at his head, but I did not swerve him a hair's breadth from his superstitious faith. Science, backed by common sente, was pow erless against his serious assertion that he saw the evil spirits, and now and then spoke with them. Following the method of sci- I ence, I insisted that the spirits were in his stomach and not in his eyes; born of dyspep sia and not of reason. "If you saw them and spoke with them, would yon believe?" he asked angrily, with flashing eyes and contemptuous lips. "You have lived before, you will live again; perhaps in yonr new shape you will have clearer vision. My stomach! Is Allah' my stomach also? You speak with the sense of the brainless!" " 'Convince me, then, my friend.' " 'Convince you? Look around. The spirits are everywhere, waiting to take ad vantage of our moods. If you. were not blind you would see the spirit standing be side you even at this very moment' " 'If it has the shape of a pretty woman I am sorry I cannot see; if it is a woman sim ilar to these about here 1 am glad of my blindness. I want a pretty face and figure to draw and paint Exercise vour wonder ful powers and let her appear before me.' " 'We sea what we are doomed to see; that is fate. You are too wise; you look at natnre through the leaves of your printed books If the Pharaohs over the Boulak could hear what the wise people say who stand before them, book in hand, they wonld laugh deep down in' their balsam and bitu men.' "Abdallah puffed out a cloud of smoke in "contempt then, muttered a praver from habit He then asked, with startling sud denness: " 'Have you ever ridden on a camel's back? " T liana f?a1 1nf tll&mAlllMI la lt..fn... and makes me ill. Your evil spirits -. U,1. HII.U, WU UbU.V.IWM M UJMll.C 1 nrp in Itin PTPiitnrt a fppc nnrl hpjtrt " 'Some day you shall sit on the kinir of beasts yonder and you will be surprised and delighted.' "He pointed to a lank, ngly creature that was kneeling down iu front of the hut, a king of ugliness and fieshlesa ribs, if of nothing else. I said nothing and shrugged my shoulders. Yet this 'king of beasts' was fated to do me a strange service, and make me acquainted with thf original ot the portrait that you hold in your hands." II. "One evening, after a week's absence, Abdallah returned from his visit to the city, whither he bad carried goat skins full of water to-the thirsty inhabitants. He now went to pay a visit to his friends in a neigh boring hut, but the 'king of beasts,' still saddled, was forming part ofa circle with its camel companions,' probably relating to them his city experiences. I idly approached the animal, and, absorbed in thought, seated myself on its back. Instinctively it rose, and by grasping the saddle I jnst saved myself irom being pitched over Its bead. 1 nowlelt a strange exaltation of spirits, and, despite myself, began to babble in Arabic a prayer to Allah for a prosperous journey and a safe re turn to my tribe. I laughed feebly at the in congruity; but I was noti in the least sur prised when the 'kin? of beasts' began walk ing desertwrd with his loping, side to side trot It was a fine cool night, half darkness, half light; it seemed clear enough for all ordinary purposes, butljouldseenothingot the desert that lay before me and around me. nor catch even a elimpse of the tent I had just left I amused myself by studying the bright stars shining in the clear blue sky, feeling thoroughly comfortable aftd thor oughly at home. The silence was soothing, the soft pat, pat, patter of the camel's feet on the firm ground had a drowsy monotony in it, and so, lulled by the sound and the cool air, I fell into a, dreamless sleep, un disturbed by the motion of the ugly beast on whose back I was riding as safely as in a bed. "I was awakened by the arrows of the rising sun pricking my skin. I stared about me and saw nothing but dull, gray desola tion. Imagine an eye-wearying, endless stretch of flat land, with a number of in conspicuous hills tunning through and across it by way of backbone and ribs; paint this scene in all the shades of gray, from the dull gray of bleached granite to the greenish gray of the human corpse. There is not a living thing in sight; the atmos phere qniveriug like a colorless flame, the smitten earth panting out her hot breath and rolliing her Bwollen desert tongue over the parched sparkling rocks in vain, but yearning, search for water. Spread above all an intensely blue sky that waa merging into the blaze of molten silver from Ithe dazzling light of the rising sun; rub in your shadows witn the thickest blackest ink, suggest a horrible silence, a veritable agony to the expectant ears, paint in the distance some ghastly mountains,wlth quivering out lines, and then label your picture Hades. "The 'king of beasts' had stopped for a moment to give me a specimen ot its grimly humorous spirit; and when it was convinced by my words that I fully appreciated its deviltry, it trotted gaily fotvard. In a short time, under the intense heat my agony be came unendurable. I drank from the water skin that hung from the saddle, but without relief; my very blood seemed thickeuing in my veins; the marrow melting in my bones. An ordinary camel would not have been idiotic enough to allow daylight to surprise him in such an arid spot; but the accursed 'king of beasts' reveled in it and picked bis way over the burning sand as if there were an inexpressible luxury in being roasted. After a couple of hours of the sharpest agony, I was, fortunately, plnnced into insensibility and was thus saved from the conscionsues of being baked alive. "When I returned to the world I found myself in the shade of a small tamarack grove lying on the ground, and the noble 'king of beasts' contentedly nibbling at the thorny bushes a short distance away. To my right, ont in the sunlight, lay the ruins of a temple; a perfectly preserved sphynx sitting on a high pedestal in the mhist of the desolation and undisturbed by world ruin, smiling its mysterious smile of pity and contempt, I stared at it from my shady retreat lost' in dreamy wonder until I be came suddenly aware that a pair of brown, arms were clasped around my neck, and that my head was slowly moved np and down on the softest and warmest of human pillows. I glanced up aud saw the original of the sketch you are holding: the original before which the copy is a hideous, vulgar paint smudge. A rain of odorous black hair was falling over me, and from under its shadow a pair of dreamy blue eyes gazing down into my soul with- infinite pity, com passion and love; the love of the mother for her deformed child; the love of the angel for soul-scarred humanity. Had my soul drifted to some fairy island of happiness. I should have felt no other wise than I now felt. This was pure, sinless spirit, although I heard the beating of a hu man heart and felt the clinging warmth of human arms. The laughing, mocking defi ance in the face of the portrait in your hand libels the soul of the sinless Al mah. It Is coarse, brutally human; she was refined, immortal. How it was that my poor skill was false to truth you will leara if you do not fall asleep before I end my story. "I lay quietly gazing up into the angel face so near my own; I was not surprised, but happy and sad at the same time. I had real ized a hope and was content; discovered my life dream to be a reality; knew that I was right with all science sided against me;knew that what I saw was but another aspect of what r had long felt. I had lived an unbal anced, imperfect life, seeking, but never finding; wandering, always wandering, and dragging my weariness after me. I did not die, lor I knew that somewhere in the fut ure she was waiting for "me, and, finding her, I was content I rested fox awhile, steeped in the full, soft glow of perfect con tent; then the red lips were pressed to mine and the arms melted from mynecK, anbrthe soft voice whispered: '"Fate decides not yet You are stronger now. Depart!' "The voice was soft and musical, plaintive as that of the nestling bird. She had risen to the fulness of her fine, graceful height, and I rose and faced, her. " 'Depart!' I repeated. 'And yon?' " 'My home is here or elsewhere. Yon must return to your own people. '"I am alone in the world, and I am happy here." " 'It must not be. Gol' This sadly, and yet with a certain imperiousness. " 'Yon are cruel.' " 'Ah! and after venturing so much to see you? But you are forgiven.' She smiled tenderly, as nursing a sweet thought of her own. 'And then you are human.' " 'May I not go with you to your home? It is dreary here, and I do not fear.' " 'Perhaps, some day. I cannot, form the lips to speak and to explain myself. Some day and somewhere we shall meet, never, to part 2Tow I wander restlessly, unsatisfied, waiting also. I am in pain, and suffer while I am thus. Go! and let me be released. "The 'king of beasts' was now kneeling beside me, and obeying a power I could not control, I mounted into the saddle. The camel still remained kneeling. I tnrned to her and said: 'You have my soul. I am helpless and must needs obey, but it is sad to depart having dreamed so long, and see ing the truth so briefly.' '"lam to blame,' she answered, sadlyr wistfully. 'I hungered; I dared and lam punished.' "She turned from me, but at the pleading sound of my voice she again faced me irreso lutely. " lake me with yon at any cost,' I said. I have filled the void in my life. Till now it was a hungry yearning. I lived as one dead. I have seen you, and life is com plete. What then is death if I may be with you? " 1 am in prison, she whispered, with a faint tinge of horror in her tremulous voice; 'for the time being my strength is shorn from me. I am a woman, ana ay soul is chained. Have mercy, then, and leave me, or the pain be yours! L felt my power, and took advantage of it She stood there in the shadow . of the trees, her twojiands clasped before her, the vearn ing, wistful look Intensified in her sad eyes. " 'Come with-me,' I begged. " I read your heart, she answered, 'and I am yours, as I have always been. But my time is short, and yon will not understand. Depart, then, for my sake.' "Her eves and voice were filled with tears. " 'Come!' insisted. " 'Heaven be merciful!' she sighed, re signedly. 'Iam.weak,I deserve to be a woman!' "With a sob of weakness- and or pained happiness she seated herself before me on the saddle, and the amiable 'king of beasts' rose to his feet uninvited, and with fine, gravity loped out into the late afternoon,' makine his way toward the distant mono- .tains, behind which the letting sun was dis appearing. "Mv arm was around Almaa's waist aud -her face was close to mine, but her eves were turned to the slowly sinking disk'of the sun. " 'You are sad,' I asked after a silence. " 'For yoursake,' she answered, turning for a momont to warm my soul with a gentle smile. 'I know; yon must win your know ledge through pain, through errors com mitted and suffered for. But God is good and soul will meet soul at last; the errors amended; the stains washed away. My love I I can now understand why an earth tied woman suffers. She cannot see beyond. And you?' " 'Yon are my heaven, I answered. "With you it is no longer earth.' " 'Soul reads soul,' she answered, con tentedly. 'Life is only the beginning; where fife ends, love begins. Yon lose blindness with'sjght; to bury passion in the grave and to live immortal with perfect un derstanding. It is worth suffering for.' Tha world is wide,' 1 said; "how is it that you discovered me?' " I never lost yon, she said, placidly. 'You know me, having expected me. I was in your life and would be had yon never imagined you saw me with yonr human eyes. Yon were, are and will be the other half of my soul. I will wait for you and yon will come.' '"We will nevei part till death.' lie torted, -: '. . v2KflBjflfljSjdiiKJjpjSpJSJBSfiSSJS
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