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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-
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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.
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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."
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'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, -:
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