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THE PITTSBURG- DISPATCH, SUNDAY, APRIL 27, 1890.
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"The conspiracy of which yon have been
talking now for three months has already
been discovered by some secret police.
Colonel Palkin is close on their tracks. The
-whole merit and all the advantages thus
fall again into the hands of the gendarmes.
Mr. Schelm, I warn you; if this continue,
yon might lose your placet I cannot meddle
-with snch matteis, and it looks as if yon
were coteqnal to such difficulties. They
actually accuse you of making up artificial
conspiracies! f repeat, therelore, Mr.
Schelm, take care 1"
Schelm bowed very low, but did not show
any signs of fear.
'Tour Excellency, the conspiracy is in
our hands; to end the matter finally, how
ever, requires means which I do not possess.
I do not have the whole secret police at my
disposal. I have to pay high for my agents.
X have spent much already of my own, but
did not wish to mention'it to Your Excel
lence" "Yhv did you not tell me that before?"
asked the Minister. "Is there not a secret
fund at our disposal? How much do you
want to-day?"
"Two hundred thousand rubles, Your Ex
cellency." Amazed at such an enormous demand, the
Minister looked at his head of division sus
piciously and curiously.
"I have spent already 60,000 rubles,"
said Schelm, "and.in order to wind np the
matter in a week I must bribe the man wbo
is the soul of this conspiracy. He is an in
dependent man, but would not be able to
resist a large sum. In that case I warrant
success."
The Minister interrupted him.
"The thing must succeedl That Is abso
lutely necessary."
He took up a blank sheet of paper and be
gan to write. Schelm, who stood near,
added humblv:
"Your Excellency will have the kindness
to write: "for expenses already incurred
and still to come,' considering that I have
advanced monev."
"Well," said the Count, writing: 'toward
the discovery of the conspiracy.' "
"What name shall we give to this famous
eonspiracv? How is it spoken of in the
papers?"' . .
As the conspiracy Lanm," replied
Schelm, coolly. The Minister sprang up.
"What?"
"As the conspiracy Lanin, your Ex
cellency." "General Count Lanin, one of the Ad
jutants-General, special lavorite ot the
Czar, a conspirator? Mr. Schelm, you must
be mad."
"lam not speaking of the General, but of
bis nephew, a voung man. very prominent
on account of his revolutionary ideas." The
Minister shook his head increduously.
"But are yon quite sure of your man?"
"As sure as a man can be.
"And this man, who has one of the largest
fortunes in Petersburg, you mean to bribe
with 2,000 rubles?"
"No, Your Excellency; I spoke of the
soul, the leader of the conspiracy. A man
of wonderful shrewdness, whom your Ex
cellency will learn to know at the proper
time."
"You are not mistaken, Schelm? consider.
A blunder might cost you dear."
"I opine your Excellency, I am not mis
taken. I assume every responsibility."
The minister wrote in big letters, "Con
spiracy Lanin," and signed his name and
titles, then he handed the paper to Schelm,
taring:
"Now act as will be best for your advan
tage and mine."
Schelm went himself to the treasury and
drew the money; then lie returned to his
office. He had well 100,000 rubles in his
pocket He was only pleated with the situ
ation and now, to crown his joy, Miller was
announced.
The head oi division assumed a very cool
air to receive Miller, but Miller gave him
no time to utter his phrases, and cried, even
while at the door:
"Excellency, I bring good news!"
For some time already Schelm bad no
longer allowed Miller to treat him uncere
monionsly. He spoke to him as a subordi
nate and required to be called "Excellency"
by him.
"Tell it then, quickly."
"The conspiracy is at last ready. Hold
your men in readiness. Saturday, at 10
o'clock, you can catch all the conspirators
at their usual meeting place."
"And how abont him?" exclaimed
Schelm. 'I have mentioned his name al
ready to the Minister. Will he escape vou
otter'all?"
"It will be just as you wish. To be sure,
I promised you 42 conspirators, guilty of
high treason, and now I can hand you over
only 11."
"Why?" asked Schelm, angrily.
Miller's voice betrayed an unusually soft
emotion and sounded almost sorrowful.
"Itcannocbe helped. At the last mo
ment mr conscience smote me. I let the
small fry escape and only kept the big fish,
selecting nine victims, the most dangerous,
because eminent in intelligence, also in
courage. But that is nothing to you. The
conspiracy exists and you will yourself
tremble -n hen you hear of its importance
and extent. The army, the finances and the
administration are all three represented in
their rankbl Next Saturday they were all
to rise like one manl It was determined to
ask lor reform. If refused, opinions were
divided. Some were for murdering the
Czar, others proposed to place themselves at
the head of the army, to storm the Winter
Palace and to force "the Czar to abdicate! It
was a splendid conspiracy! We never met
with a single impediment! We conspired
under the protection of your Excellency!
Oh! It was a splendid conspiracy."
"You are rieht," said the Minister, "to
call it a snlendid conspiracy. I'll write to
Palkin at once and ask him to send me his
gendarmes. What a revenge!"
At this moment Miller sprang np with a
wild, dark look i" his epes.
"Excellency," he said, "I shall, of course,
be arrested with the others; but I count
upon you! You send me abroad, where I
can live quietly and forgotten. Perhaps I
shall be able under another sky to forget
xnyrelf."
"Well, well!" replied Schelm. "That was
settled long ago. But, Miller, you tell me
nothing about him. You do not know how
I hate him! Yesterday I met his wife and
was presented to her. A splendid woman.
I hate that man! Without him the whole
story is nothing to me."
Miller replied: "I hope to deliver him
soon into your bands."
"He is one of the conspirators is he?"
"He conspire? In his presence snch a
thing cannot even be mentioned. The Em
peror has no more faithful servant. In all'
Bussia there is no better patriot than he is!"
"How then will you get him implicated?"
"Excellency, you know the words ot" a
Somas Senator: 'II my shirt knew my
secret, I would burn it instantly!' "
With these words he bowed himself out of
the room.
Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock Lina,
Popofl's mother, now an upper servant in
the Lanin palace, had finished her work.
She had given the necessary orders and
dropped, now very tired, into an armchair.
Nicholas, standing by her, smiled at her.
"This active life suits you, dear mother?"
"Admirably, my son. I thank God
every day that He has brought us to such a
noble master. How good and gracious he is
to us."
".And all this we owe to neighbor Miller?"
"Yes, indeed, a precious friend. But he
also is better ofi you know his inheritance
in Courlaud."
"I do not know how that is," said Popoff.
"Miller does not like to speak of it. There
is some secret behind it" "
"But to speak of another subject. My
dear son, why do you never mention Helen
Bow. Have you given her up?"
"On the contrary, mother, my feelings are
(till tbe same, but there is no hurry; my po
sition is very insecure as yet"
"She was here yesterday and very sad.
She doubts your attachment, and her father
repeats to her: 'You see, child, when he was
poor he wanted you because be hoped to get
a. good dower'with you. Now he "no longer
cares. That is the way with them alt.' "
"Dear' mother, I tell you my feelinirs
toward Helen have never changed, and my
apparent coldness arises purely from the
desire to collect as much money as I can,
that her father may not refuse me a second
time."
"That would hare been sheer madness,"
said Vladimir unexpectedly, who had en
tered unnoticed and had heard the conversa
tion between mother and son. "Why did
you not mention that before? We should
soon have removed all impediments."
"Oh, Count," exclaimed jeopofF, deeply
touched.
Behind Lanin, Miller also had entered.
As a good huntsman he did not lose sight
of his game, and was a daily guest at the
palace."
"May God reward you a hundred-fold,"
said the housekeeper.
"I only regard the good deeds of your
son. My dear secretary," he said, turning
to Popoff, "do you. know, by' chance, if my
wife is at home?"
"The Countess ordered her carriage,"
answered Lina. "It has just come up. But
here she is."
The door opened and Jana entered in
company with a lady in a magnificent cos
tume. Popofl and Lina withdrew, with a
deep bow.
"I thank chance for meeting vou on a
day in which I had been sentenced not to
see" you at all," said tbe Count, half in jest
and halt in earnest, to bis wife.
She threatened him with her finger.
"Is it chance alone that brought it about?
At all events 1 pardon you. Wo must not
ask too much.
"Bear Bita," she said, then turning to
her companion, "permit me to present my
husband to you. If you wish to make him
one of your admirers you must be warned.
He does not like you. Permit me also to
introduce our best iriend, Mr. Miller, of
Millertown." '
The gentleman bowed and Vladimir began
quite embarrassed to say:
"But, wife, how can you ?"
The Frenchwoman, however, did not let
him go on; she said eagerly:
"Do not apolozize! I understand your
feelings. The happy man who is Jana'?
husband must be jealous of all who also
Schelm Geli ihe Kecessary Monty.
love her and slightly claim her. I am one
of them. I capture Jana now and then,
and mean to do it again. Instead of being
angry with me, you had better come and
join us, even though it be at my honse, I
shall be pleased to see you there very
often." , ,,
Vladimir bowed silently and Mme. de
Dugarcy oflered him her fair hand.
"You see we shall soon be reconciled!"
"We'll meet you at the theater, won't
we?" asked Jana".
"Certainlv."
"May I ask at what hour .the ladies will
appear," asked Miller. .
"We cannot possibly fix the time," said
Mme. de Dugarcy laughing. "You may
expect us between 9 and 11. We have much
to do to-day."
"To be sure!" said Vladimir. "In your
Ladies' Club."
"But now it is time to be on," said the
Frenchwoman. "They will be waiting for
us, I (ear. Gnodby."
Tbe two ladies went laughing to the door..
On the threshold -Jaua turned .round.
"Oh, I am glad I remembered it! Guess,
Vladimir, who had himself introduced to me
last nig"ht at the Minister's. Mr. Schelm!
Why, he is a very Minister! He apologized,
however, for his daring aspirations so very
cleverly that I was entirely disarmed and
almost repented the bad joke we permitted
ourselves to play upon him. I did not know
what kind of a man he is. At all events, he
is a very able man."
"I entirely agree with you," said her hus
band, and still laughing, the two ladies
went out Vladimir took Miller to his
room.
"Did you notice," he asked there, "how
anxiously the Frenchwoman talked? I fear
innovations from abroad, into which she
wishes to inveigle your wife."
Vladimir pressed his friend's hand.
"You are right She is no fit companion
for Jana, and I dislike her very much. I
do not know, but I feel as if some great
mis fortune was impending on us. That is
childish, but still I cannot tell you how de
pressed and unhappy I feel!"
"You have a right to be jealous. Tour
wife is too much in the world, too little at
home. But now, coodby. We shall soon
meet again. We dine together, I hope."
"Certainly!"
Miller was busy all day long between the
Ministry and the tavern, where we have
seen him. About 7 o'clock he met Lanin at
the restaurant ana after dinner they ad
journed to the theater.
They came just as the operetta closed.
Thecurtain fell amid the applause of the
enthusiastic audience. Tbe theater looked
as usual. The Imperial box was still
empty, hut the public hoped that at least
one of the Grand Dukes would yet appear.
In the boxes the aristocracy of St Peters
burg disDlaved its beantv and its ieweln.
surpassed, however, in toilets by a number
of French ladies who had come' to St Pe
tersburg attracted by the wealth and the
luxuries of the bazaars of Bussia. In the
auditorium the gorgeous uniforms of the
arm; formed a magnificent spectacle. Offi
cers of all the 26 regiments of the Guards;
Generals in gala uniform with innumerable
stars and crosses in diamonds; lancers in
red, with gold and silver epaulets, while
here bud there a bashful black dreu coat
hid itself in a corner.
Between the acts Prince Max, a young
office of the Artillery ot the Guard, came
into the box. Miller frowned at the unex
pected visitor. Lanin received his friend
kindly.
, At the same time two gentlemen rose who
had been sitting in the -Iront row of the pit
by the side of a General covered withdecora
tions and looked around. Miller, who had
been in the front part of the box, auickly
drew back and threw himself into a chair.
Vladimir handed Prince Max his opera
glasses, and then, resting on the velvet cov
ered edge of the box, looked into the audi
torium, nodding to many acquaintances. Tbe
two men we mentioned stood directly under
him, and as they spoke loud he could hear
all they said. '
i "How On earth did you get all these de
tails." said one.
"Simply because I was one of the chosen
ones and I shall not forget it through all mv
life. Unfortunately, I shall never have that
pleasure again. I am forgotten and so I do
not consider myself bound any longer to
preserve secrecy."
","But why did Count Halm choose you?"
"He knows nothing of it. I got it through
the ladies." ,
"What self-conceit!" .
"You are very much mistaken. I am no
exception. It is enough to be well dressed,
well mannered and especially to be known
in the world, to be admitted. A certain Du
garcy, a Frenchwoman, is at the head of the
club. Count Halm knows how to profit by
everything. He is fully initiated, but of no
weight in society."
Vladimir" said just then the young
Erince. "Look at that lady opposite us;
ow strangely her coiffure looks."
Lanin begged him to be silent
"Hush," he said. "Just listen to what
these men say."
Miller, also invited him to come and smoke
a cigsr in the passage, bui Vladimir begged
him also not to disturb him. The thread of
the conversation, however, had been broken.
At last he heard these words which seemed
to refer to the same subject:
"You say Baton square, No. 17?"
"Yes. Uuder the pretense -of playing
and there is really baccarat going on in the
second story the Frenchman has organized
a kind of Ladies Club. You know hpw
women love to surround everything with
secrecy. The club took thus very well with
many ladies. Count Halm became their
confidant He rented a house and does the
honors."
"I can hardly trust my ears when I hear
such nonsense. It sounds like a novel."
The Prince and Lanin listened with al
most painful attention. Miller seemed to
suffer torture. He managed to smile in
credulously whenever Vladimir glanced at
him.
"That is the romance of these fair ladies,"
continued the first speaker. "As to what
happens in that house, who visits them dur
ing the day and who belongs to the happy
chosen ones who are admitted in the even
ing Mme. de Dugarcy alone can answer,
and, being a Frenchwoman, no donbt the
knows the mysteries of Paris perfectly.
The club is, however, admirably organized.
No one is admitted who does not'have the
watchword. 'What do you desire?' Count
Halm asks you. 'The Great PartieP you
answer. 'You are?' 'Ace of Clubs,' Then
the door is opened."
"But do the police permit such things?"
"The police do not trouble themselves
with anything but politics.Mme.de Dugarcy
is, besides, a loreigner. She stands well at
court, and tbe ladies who visit her belong to
the highest classes ot society. The police
do not see them."
'And these meetings take place daily?"
, No! To-night, however, an unnsually
large assembly is expected to meet there.
When I left home I saw the Frenchwoman,
accompanied by the beautiful Countess
Lanin, drive up"to the door. They sent the
carriage back."
Vladimir sprang up. The Prince turned
nale.
"Miller, what are these men talking
about?"
Miller could hardly stand up. He pressed
his friend's hand.
"At first," continued tbe speaker below,
"I was not a little surprised seeing the
beautiful Jana in such company, but our
great ladies must always have some nov
elty." "Pray," said Vladimir to the Prince,
"go to this gentleman and ask him for his
card. There is mine. You know what else
you have to do. I shall wait for you at
tome."
"Count upon me I" replied the young
man, and went at once.
"I shall convince myself with my own
eyes how matters stand,"" said Vladimir in a
low voice. "Batoff square, No. 17, to the
Great Partie, Ace of Clubs. I remember it
all. Every word has stabbed my heart"
At the same time he seized Miller by the
arm; the latter trembled at sight of his
despair.
"I must go there convince myself and
yet he must have lied, Miller he must have
invented the whole story."
"Brother, 1 know that house !"
Lanin passed his handover his brow.
"I believe I am losing my mind. Is It a
bad dream, or can it really be so ? Till to
morrow, friend !"
"I shall iollow you, Vladimir. I cannot
leave you. You know I have beard the
whole story !"
"Come 1" cried Vladimir, almost beside
himself. "If that man has lied I nut kill
him like a mad dog, and if he has told the
truth the world no longer exists for me !
T.et ns make haste 1"
He sprang into a droschke. "A hundred
silver rubles if you drive fast I"
The horses flew as if thev had wings. The
night was dark and cool, tut neither of the
two men noticed anything. Not a word was
spoken.
"No ! It cannot be true ! Jana is too
proud, too .noble !"
"I hope so witn all my heart, for your
sake," whispered Miller. "But remember,
her father has spoilt her a little, and this
French woman I warned you this
morning !"
In five minutes they reached the house.
Lanin rang the bell. The door opened.
"I have the watchword; but, as you say
you know the house, yon can lead me."
"The cardroom is in the second story; we
shall have to go up to the third, I suppose,"
answered Miller.
In the little cell of the porter three men
were assembled, who seemed to converse
eagerly.but at ihe sight of Lanin and Miller
they suddenly stopped, and one of them
whispered a few words in the ear of the
porter.
"Gentlemen," cried the latter, "where are
you going?"
"I am the Ace of Clubs," said Lanin
without turning.
"And I am Ace of Diamonds," added
Miller. "If every Ace is admitted here, I
presume they will not refuse me."
"Lanin saw nothing and beard nothing;
be did not notice Miller's strange conduct
The porter exclaimed:
"Very well, gcntlement Please go up
stairs!"
One of the three men made an entry in his
notebook. Vladimir had hastened in ad
vance, and went so fast that Miller could
hardly overtake them.
When they reached the third story Miller
said in a completely altered voicet
"It must be herel Bing the bell, Vladi
mir!" Lanin almost broke the bell rope; a small
window opened, and the door groaned on its
hinges, Vladimir rushed in like a madman
crying:
"To the Great Partie! I am the Ace of
Clubs!"
"Tray!" said the man at the door.
It was not Count Halm and this circum
stance aroused new suspicions in
Vladimir's mind.
"To-day it is probably another man's
turn!" he hissed throngh his teeth.
Miller was about to knock at the second
door, Lanin's excitement was so great,
however, that be drove in the folding doors
with his foot; they flew open and he found
himself suddenly in the hall where the
delegates were assembled. The Ten of
Hearts was in the act of muttering these
words:
"Gentlemen, if the Emperor refuses, death
awaits him!"
At the breaking open of the door the con
spirators all turned around. Dazzled by thb
brilliant lights, astonished at seeing only
men before him, and dumfounded by the
words he had heard, Lanin stopped 6"n the
threshold as it struck by lightning. He
could not master his thoughts. A moment
later he recognized some of the members of
the assembly.
At the same time several voices cried
out:
"What is that? You, Lanin, you are our
Ace of Clubs. Hurrah for Lanin!"
Vladimir was utterly dumfounded.
"Where am I? What' is the meaning of
this? Miller, explain!" ,
Miller was as p.ile as death; perspiration
stood in great drops on his forehead; he in
tended to reply, but was too late. The Sec
retary had to-day attended the door alone
and let in the two friends. Now he rushed
in out of breath, barely able to cry:
"Ihe pohcel"
A saber cut struck bim down; he fell cov
ered with blood. In an instant the doors
and windows were broken to pieces, and
through every opening gendarmes armed
to tbe teeth rushed in and fell ujwn the con
spirators. '
Colonel Palkin's thundering voiee.drowned
every voice.
"Seize these rascals who threaten to kill
the Emperor! Bind them at once!"
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Copyright 1SS0. by Meta de Vera.
HUMMING C0ENS.
Stood Poisoning Often Rrmlti From Using a
Knife That U Unclean.
People who trim their own corns should
be very careful about what instrument they
use. I am called upon every day, says a St
Louis chiropodist, to minister to some
swollen and painfnl foot, which is tbe result,
of the patient having undertaken to cut his
corn with a dirty razor, or perhaps the same1
kuife with which he cuts his pencils or bis
tobacco, producing blood poisoning often to
a very serious extent
ON THE BOSPOfiUS.
The Only Sovereign Whoso Lineage
Goes Back Four Centuries.
A BUHDAT IN CONSTANTINOPLE.
Interesting Letter From Mrs. lew Wallace
on Turkish Bojalty.
SAILING Off TURKEY'S FAMED EITBE
PTBITTXK TOB THI DISrjLXCH. I
HE stranger entering
Constantinople at noon
might think the rush
ing stream of life on
Galata Bridge repre
sents a people of indus
trious habits and tire
less energy. In reality
it is one of the idlest of
cities, and repose of
mind and body-taking
kief (i. e lazing) is
tbe Turk's supreme
happiness. Time has no
value to the Moslem.
Immovable fatalism
makes the future, what
ever it be, aeceptable.antt the ambitions and
industries of restless Christian nations are
unknown to the descendants of men who
ravaged the earth under Genghis Khan and
Tamerlane.
Friday, the Mohammedan Sunday, is the
most delightful of all the week. It is an
interruption to labor, if there be any, be
cause then the Sultan makes his only out
ing; the whole population rouses and goes
to see the one sovereign of Europe who can
trace his lineage through four centuries, an
unbroken succession, without the scepter
once declining to the distaff, and without
the accession of a collateral branch. He is
thirtv-first ruler of tbe house of Othman,
reaching back to Sheik Ertogrul of glorious
memory, founder of the Ottoman .dynasty,
who was buried at Eske Schcher 1238.
A TRIUMPHAL MABCH.
About 2 o'clock in the afteraoon the Com
mander of the Faithful leaves Yildiz
Palace of the Star mounted usually on a
milk white Arabian, which he manages
with a delicate and skillful hand. He
wears the uniiorm of an army officer, with
out ornament except a slight dress sword.
His bearing is kingly, his face thin and
colorless, eyes black and keen as a falcon's;
in his lolt'y ease there is a mingling of
fierceness and gentleness, as becomes the de
scendant of the most illustrious warrior of
Islam, the successful wooer of the fair
Malkhatoon.
If the old Tartar blood is dominant in
Abdul Hamid Second, one would not sus
pect it while he bows right and leit, as
though by lifelong contact with different
races he had caught and united in himself
the graces of them all. Seeing him thus we
readily believe that the wearer of the sword
of Othman, uncontrolled master of fifty
millions, has so kindly a nature he has never
signed a death warrant. His manner is al
ways winsome and gracious, in the throne-
room the perfection of that subtle attraction
conveyed to our minds by the word courtly
a charm far beyond the reach of mere per
sonal appearance.
DECLINE 07 PHYSICAL BEAUTY.
Some of the royal family have had great
beauty inherited from Circassian mothers.
An English artist who painted Abdul
Medjid, father to the present Sultan, de
clared he had never seen so fine a mouth; it
was a perfect Cupid's bow. Physically, the
house has declined since Turkish corsairs
scoured tbe Mediterranean country for
women worthy the name of Sultana, and
stole high born Venetian ladies to adorn tbe
Imperial harem.
There must be no umbrellas opened in
presence of the Shadow of God upon earth.
Time was when raising a parasol in front of
The Sultan's ATew J'alace.
majesty would be the signal ana mark for
musket shot from a sentinel. This peaceful
furling of parasols is a far away reminder of
tne tyranny ot Amurath .Fourth (.lbza), wno
opened batteries on boats impeding his
view, and sent all on board to the bottom.
Those were the days ot the sword
and the bowstring, when sunrise over
the Bosporus revealed ou its shores
corpses of victims nightly strangled;
and so familiar with executions were
the abject councillors of the Divan that,
when summoned to appear at the Sublime
Porte, they usually made the death ablution
before entering the presence of the despot
He it was who, amid small murders, be
headed his chief musician for singing a
Persian air, and decreed: "Those of my
illustrious offspring who ascend the throne
may put their brothers to death in order to
secure the peace of the world."
NOT SO IMPOSING AS OF OLD.
The whole ceremony of marching to the
Mosque is much changed since the Oriental
dress has vanished. The flowing robes
crusted with precious stones, the jeweled
turbans and cimeters dazzling the sight are
now to be seen only in museums and treas
ure houses. Anciently the war horse of the
King of a hundred kings pranced on carpets
soft as plush spread along the way Irom
Seraglio Point to St Sophia, to be taken up
and then distributed among the crowd.
Still tbe troops are of martial and impos
ing carriage picked men of the Empire
from the Soudan to Albania. Turkish cav
alry has long been admitted the finest in
Europe; and first among them are the Cir
cassians, bodyguard of the Sultan, whom.
Bus3ell ol the London Times, called the
most picturesque scoundrels in the world.
They are bloodthirsty and treacherous, re
nowned for reckless bravery and matchless
beauty of the pure Caucasian .type. Even
among the meanest of them you see noble,
well-set heads of finest mold, testifying to
unmixed blood of the most perfect ot living
races. They wear curious arms and silver
cartridge pockets at their breasts in memory
of a 25 years' struggle against Bussia under
their prophet chief, Schamyl, when their
power was first shattered and broken.
OFJ" JOB THE BOSPOBUS.
The' Sultau enters the Mosque with one
Imam to offer the prayer none other is en
titled to utter. The ranking officers.of the
army and navy in full uniform, with jeweled
orders and decorations, wait at the entrance.
The stay within is short; the half hour soon
passes, tbe royal suppliant reappears, re
mounts the fretting desert-born, the guards
clou round bim, the multitude cheer, "Long
7'
live the Padisha," and the immense crowd
breaks away tor the pleasant afternoon on
the banks of the Bosporus.
Formerly the Sultan spent his holiday on
the water, but the present dispenser of
crowns to monarchs leaves Yildiz only to
seek the nearest Mosque, so the imnerial
'fJE02k&
Scene in a Bazaar.
caique is rarely seen, which is a pity, for it
is the prettiest thing afloat a long, slender
boat, sharply taper at both ends, painted
pure white, touched with pink and
gold, and graceful as a lily on the
waters. Its 24 rowers keep perfect time to
gether. They are clad in silk, scarlet and
embroideries. Draperies of foreign fabric
and glowing color touch the ripples. At
the stern is a gilded peacock, and the airy
craft skims the waves like some swift bird
in swimming flight
A generation ago there were 80,000
caiques plying np and down, darting in
every direction lightly as butterflies. Now
there are less than half that number. The
natives call them swallow boats. Thin
planks of tulip and beechwood appear too
frail to oppose any force, and the passengers
shiver when heavy steamers pass. The
aerial fabric rides the tiny waves, and its
sharp points offer small resistance to the
sweep of the ever moving waters. The
fragile things have no ballast but the occu
pants. THE VIEW PEOSI THE KITES.
The stream really a rapid river between
two seas is two miles wide. Look back at
Seraglio Point, the scene of imperial wars
and loves, the residence of masters of Byzan
tium 1,000 years before the Turks crossed
into Europe. In the tideless land-locked
harbor we call the Golden Horn, ironclads
bought in England are idly lying. Beyond
them westward, vast and dark, is the leaden
roof of St Sophia, the temple where 40 gen
erations had worshiped before Michael An
gel o, in the valley of vision, beheld against
the sky of Italy the peerless dome of St
Peter's.
Many vessels carrying merchandise are
built like the galley of Jason, which sailed
this way bound for Colchis, in the prehis
toric mythic period, and some touch for
lading at a wharf which yet bears his name.
The water is blue as though colored bv
indigo, clear as crystal, and sparkles fall off
the oars like pearly beads. Some caiques
are gilt, richly carved and inlaid with pre
cious woods. Perhaps the rowers are named
Aristides and Themistocles, showing they
have. not forgotten the glory that was
Greece, or may be there is an armed attend
ant in gorgeous vestments, a native of
Montenegro the mountain eyrie which has
defied the Sultan aud all his hosts 400
years.
AN EASTEBN AMBASSADOR.
Here comes the splendid caiqne of an
Eastern Ambassador, enrtained with shawls
or finest fabric and warm and changeful
hues. Madam l'Ambassadrice. robed with
soft raiment inwrought with gold, reclines in
quietude among her silky pillows, placid
and content as the cushat "in her nest; beside
her a little daughter. The child has won
derful dark eyi, and looks about in eager
delight. At the age of 14 she will be veiled
and guarded. On her tiny hand is a flaming
jewel so precious we may well believe the
legend that, when wrested from a wandering
tribe, only one man knew in which ot 12
boxes it was kept, or on which of 100 camels
it was carried in the march.
Tbe mother wears a veil of flowered gauze
through which we cannot see her features,
hut elsewhere 1 have been allowed to behold
the full moon of full moons in her unveiled
loveliness. They say she Is of an uncon
quered people in some remote corner of a
sterile mountain region. I do not know;
but I do know that from the beginning,
though beauty abide in a wilderness, the
king's son will make a path to her hiding
place and fit the magic slipper to her foot
THE SULTAN'S MOTHEE.
The Sultana Valide (Sultan's mother) is
abroad to-dav, and no one can guess how
many odalisques from the seraglio. It is
said that the Padisha has more wives than
David, but not so many as Solomon. Who
knows may tell.
It is early spring; the judas trees (our
redbnd) are in bloom, tinting the atmos
phere pink like peachbloom, and the shel
tered slopes on both sides of the Bosporus
are redolent of Damascus roses. Thousands
of pigeons flutter in the melancholy cypress
groves which mark the home of the absent
a mighty company. Along the terraced
hills are strings ot palaces with steps lead
ing to the water, cool pavilions, costly as
gem;, gushing lountains, fairy villas of
cedar and stone, with traceries light as lace,
summer houses, picture-like shapes floated
up out of the depths and resting on air.
Oh, how its beauty comes back to me now!
Susan E. Wallace.
GOULD GE0WS GL00MT.
Fear of Losing HI. Fortune Em Killed
Hl Love for Rnisell Sago'' Jokes.
Brooklyn Eagle.
Mr. Gould is said to be growing gloomy
of late.N He was never a particularly jolly
man, but he was not unlike the late A. T.
Stewart in his quiet and almost embarrassed
enjoyment of a joke. Mr. Gould had a way
of folding bis arms and bumping his
shoulders forward when he was going to
laugh, and used to chuckle with a great
deal of enjoyment over Russell Sage's
saturnine comments on men and -things
whenever tbe two millionaires lunched to
gether. This was a year or two ago, however.
For a twelvemonth past Mr. Gould's jokes
have been few and far between and Mr.
Sage does not play the comedian with as
much success as formerly. It is said by his
intimates that Mr. Gould has the morbid
horror of losing.his fortune that attacks
most millionaire speculators when they
reach an advanced age. It is now exceed
ingly difficult to get the great financier even
to listen to propositions, and he has drilled
his sons into such conservative habits that
they regard new fields of investment with
instinctive antagonism. It would appear
that Mr. Gould knows when be has enough
after all.
FOLIA'S DYING W0EDS.
After a Thorough Roast ins She Would Sell
Herself for a Cent.
Philadelphia Times.
A professor in the Michigan "University,
who was on a visit to the Sandwich Islands,
was presented with a fine parrot that was
able to speak a good many English words.
On the professor's way home be gave the
bird to a boy on the ship to take care of.
The boy, thinking Polly needed warmth,
put her in a close room next to the boiler.
When her. master went to look at her the
next day be found her completely prostrated
with the heat, and removing her immediate
ly to his own state room he did his best to
revive her.
She did rally for a Jlttle while, but only
long enough to say in a very solemn man
ner: "I'd sell myself for a cent!" A few
minutes later the was dead.
WASHINGTON GOWNS.
Colors and Costumes That Delight the
Leaders of Society.
BIG AND LITTLE-FOOTED LADIES.
Wives Who Use Titles in Addressing Their
Statesmen Husbands.
THE BUSTLE AND DIY1DED 8KIBT
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"Washington, April 20. Every one of
our noted "Washington ladies shows an indi
viduality of taste in her dresses. Mrs. Pres
ident Harrison likes all the shades of mauve
and heliotrope, although she looks prettier
in white than in anything else. The richest
toilet in her wardrobe is of heliotrope vel
vet, its heavy gorgeousness relieved by a
front of white silk covered with pearl
strands and outlined against the velvet with
closely curled ostrich feathers. The front of
the bodice is wonderfully pretty with its
folds of velvet brought from the right
shoulder, meeting similar folds of faille from
the left which have a garniture of ostrich
tips, two of which are intertwined on the
left shoulder into a French knot On the
right shoulder is a knot ot velvet, for the
mode demands two shoulder knots of entire
ly different material. The gown is made
with half sleeves and is so arranged in the
front that it can be worn either for after
noon or evening. For the afternoon Mrs.
Harrison puts in masses of white silk tulle,
while for dinner and evening she wears it
semi-decollette.
Few people guess the effect that one even
ing's wearing has on a handsome toilet.
They see the mistress of the "White House
standing in line for an hour or two, her rich
dress fresh and elegant, and never dream
that when she takes it off her maid will
raise her hands in horror at the rnin of that
one short evening. From hem fully half a
yard up the back dirt is ingrained so that
the train has either to be turned or sent to
tbe cleaner's, whence it comes spotless, but
with a solt fuzz on its surface that makes it
all the more susceptible to dust
HATOO OF A STATE DINNER.
State dinners are the most ruinous on
clothes, for in spite of every precaution the
floors in the East Boom are literally loaded
with dust from the plants which fill the
room at that time. As there is only a day
and a half given to the work of decoration,
the dust has no time to settle before the last
sweeping, and it certainly is a sight to see
tbe handsome dresses after they trail through
the big parlor down the corridor to the
dining room. Many a woman has shed a
barrel of tears over the havoc wrought by
her first state dinner.
Mrs. Harrison's maid, Josephine, takes
entire charge of her wardrobe. She stays
up to undress her mistress after any enter
tainment, and it it is apt to be very late lies
down and takes a nap with her clothes on,
being ready for her dnties as soon as her
mistress appears. She hangs the gowns in
the press lor the night and about the first
sight one sees in the morning is Josephine
bustling through the rooms with the dress
slung over her arm lamenting its ruin. She
takes it to her little room, goes over the
ground with the skill of a veteran, and al
ways does one of three things. Tf not past
hope she gives it a dry cleaning. If that is
futile she shows it to Mrs. Harrison, and
asks her advice about sending it to the
cleaner, and if it has already been to that
worthy she sits down at once and turns the
train, which is usually the only part the
least bit soiled. Fortunately she is a needle-woman,
and before the mistress of the
"White House took her for a maid she sewed
in the Harrison familyin Indianapolis for a
dozen years.
JIBS'. SIOETON AND MRS. 'WANASIAKEB.
That glorious color, Venetian red, seems
to please Mrs. Morton's eye above all other
shades in the soectrnm and she wears it in
'dinner and reception gowns. One sees it in
her parlor carpets, in her butler's "westcut"
and in the wheels of her cabriolet, her lan
dau and her daughter's cart That she has
always fancied it is shown by the Bonnat
portrait of her which hangs in her library
and which was painted several years ago
when she was in Paris. She is here repre
sented in a robe of this same color and the
texture of the velvet, which is the material
ot the gown, is warmly reproduced against
the white skin. That her taste for
dress is as permanent as her love for a cer
tain color is proved by the fact that the
gown in the picture is almost exactly of the
style worn this winter, cut rounded from
shoulder to shoulder, the narrow sleeves
falling below the shoulder points, very lit
tle trimming being used, the whole thing
depending for its peculiarly elegant effect
on the richness of the color and the material.
It ii hard to say which is tbe prettiest gown
in her wardrobe although a toilet of luster
less white silk heavily Garnished with pearl
embroidery has received highest praise.
Mrs. "Wanamaker likes the Quaker
shades, while her winsome daughter Minnie
has a leaning toward tbe fairly tiutless
art shades of blue and pink. The toilet
which is tbe sweetest in her whole wardrobe
is also the least expensive. Any girl in the
land could have it although her whole in
come might not be equal to Miss "Wana
maker's pin money. It is white French
foulard with little sprigs of pale blue forget-me-nots
and is made like a baby's dress.
A NOTED TOILET IN BLACK.
The quaintest frock of this whole winter
of gaieties was worn by Mrs. John King, of
Philadelphia, who was a guest of Mrs.
Eugene Hale for a month. She is a
widow anu pernaps people admired
her the more because her life
covered a most touching tragedy.
Six years ago she was one ot the Quaker
City's most admired young married women.
She lived with her husband aud three lovely
little daughters in a fashionable hotel, the
destruction of which by fire startled the
world a fer years ago. Her apartments
were in the fourth storv. and when 'she was
awakened her room bad already filled with
smoke. Calling her husband to follow, she
snatched her baby from its cradle, ran to the
window and leaped to tbe ground. "When
she recovered sho found that her husband
and two children had been burned to death
and that all that was let to her was the
child whom she had so heroicallysaved.
This was the first winter since that terrible
event that she has appeared in society, and
she still wore half-mourning. The gown
which attracted everyone's attention was of
dead black Canton crepe, made demi-train,
with a fan-shaped panel at the right of
white mull. The bodice was quite low, but
it had an old-fashioned tucker that made one
admire the sweet modesty of our grandmas,
tor it was exactly like they wore. It was
of white mull, about two inches wide and
shirred close to the lovely throat and not a
bit of jewelry or lace was worn. The woman
was so lovely and h'er attire so modest that
one involuntarily recalled her pathetic his
tory. ONE OP MRS. LOGAN'S GOWNS.
Another lovely widow's dress was worn by
Mrs. John A. Logan at tbe first dinner at
the "White House. It was her first appear
ance in any but her own drawing room, since
General Logan's death. The dress was of
pinkish gray lustrous silk, so heavy that it
would realize the old saying, and stand
alone. It was made with a very long train,
a low bodice finished with a single flounce of
sheer Valenciennes lace at the bust There
were no sleeves, and gray gloves were worn,
reaching to tbe elbow. I do not thins any
one ever saw a more queenly woman than
Mrs. Logan as she marched down the long
red corridor, her white hair piled a la pom
padour on her shapely bead and her pale
cheeks glowing as she recalled the time she
bad made the same journey on the arm of
the man whom she always speaks of as "The i
General."
That makes one think of what women call
their husbands. Of course everyone knows
that it is the proper thing for a woman to
speak of her husband simply as Mr. Blank,
no matter how big his title is, bnt dozens of
the dear proud women can't bring themselves
to do it They love to roll off "General" or
"Colonel," and who will .blame them for
their little mistake. They say that Mrs.
Hayes, even if talking to a prince, would
call her husband "Rutherford, dear," and
Mrs. Harrison has the same little shrinking
at the cold, offish title of "The President"
She acknowledges tbat it was bard for her
at first to get used to saying it, and even yet
in private conversation she speaks of him
as "Mr." or "General Harrison."
WOMEN ADMIEE BEATE MEN.
No matter bow many titles a man has a
woman always prefers to call him by his
military one, for it suggests the thing dear
est to their hearts, a brave man. Mrs. Mc
Kee is equally loth to" use the formal title.
No matter to whom she is talking she al
ways lovingly says "Father." In the im
mediate family Mrs. Buvsell Harrison is
the only one who says "The President"
They have many precedents for not using
the title, for even that royal matron, Martha
Washington, always snoke of her husband
as "Mr. Washineton."
Mrs. Cleveland, being a younger woman,
caught up with the iad easier, and never
failed either in addressing or referring to
her husband to call him "The President"
She endeared herself to all Marylanders
once by saying to Mr. Bobert Garrett, who
was about to lead her into a ballroom in
Baltimore ahead of her husband, "Tbe
President always goes first, Mr. Garrett,"
and she did it in such a sweet way tbat her
escort did not feel that it was a correction.
Mrs. Morton did a clever thing to show
what she believed to be the etiquette in this
matter. It was at tbe first state dinner she
gave. She of course sat opposite the Vice
President, and waiting until there was a
lull in the conversation she made some 're
mark, and leaning slightly forward said,
pointedly, so that two-thirds ot the guests
could hear: "Is it not so, Vice Priedent?"
Dozens of women never speak of,their lords
as anything but "The Senator?' and one
good lady calls her husband "The Boys'
Pa," giving the sonnd to the "a" that sheep
give when they say J'baa."
MES. EUSSELD HARRISON'S GOWN.
About the smartest gown of the season
was worn by Mrs. Kussell Harrison at one
of the afternoon receptions at the "White
House. Remember, she is the blondest of
blond women and yet she wore a gown as
yellow as mustard. It was successful, too.
The cloth was silk embossed with yellow
flowers and was made with a demi-train
and zouave jacket front She wore it over
a petticoat of yellow crepe as pale as corn
husks. It was laid in accordion plaits and
at the throat had laces scarcely lighter than
the crepe. She wore a big diamond star
pendant from a strand of pearls on her
throat, which is as pink as a girl's of 16,
and many people who saw her vowed that
she was by all odds the prettiest and best
dressed woman any of the later Presidents
bad had in their immediate families.
The night before she was at a reception at
the Postmaster General's, and a funny
little incident happened which proves con
clusively that she is a beauty. All the men
were admiring a girl whom no one seemed
to know. By men I mean men. Not the
mannikins whom "swagger girls" distin
guish by the title. Even that altogether
business-like gentleman, Elijah "W. Hal
ford, walked around the room to get a bet
ter view of her as she posed on a sola with a
benign old gentleman. For she did pose as
soon as she caught sight of the eyes turned in
her direction.
SPYING OUT THE BEAUTT.
"Who she was no one knew, although
dozens of scouts were trying to find out
"Lovely girl, that know her?" was passed
trom mouth to mouth. Finally General
Harry M. Bingham, the Pennsylvania
member, came into tbe room. He was met
by a gentleman who had first discovered
the beauty, and addressed him in the fol
lowing manner: "Bingham, tbe loveliest
woman on God's earth is in this room, and
none of us can find ont who she is. Perhaps
you'll know her."
"But where is she?" responded the Phila
delDhian, eagerly adjusting his eyeglass.
"She just went into the room with an old
man. Follow her quick. You can easily
pick her out"
In a tew minutes General Bingham re
turned, bis rosy face flushed crimson with
triumph. "I found her the first thing, bnt
she wasn't with an old man. She was talk
ing with Gibson, of Maryland. I knew she
must be tbe one you meant, for she was the
prettiest woman in the room, and the min
ute I could catch her eye I winked at Gib
son to come over to me. I asked bim who
she was, and who do you suppose the
beauty was but Mrs. Russell Harrison."
General Bingham thought he had made
a great discovery and no one en
lightened him. He probably thinks to this
day that he discovered the unknown beauty
of the "Wanamaker ball room. The gentle
man who first accosted him gave up the
search in despair and Beauty departed as
she came, unknown.
FEET AND SH0E3 IN WASHINGTON.
"Women's feet are getting larger, although
a Southerner will take his oath on it that
Mrs. "Willie Allen, who danced the minuet
at tbe Colonial ball in Richmond this year,
wore No. 1 slippers last AA on her twink
ling feet But then she was a Virginian
born and bred. Other women certainly have
big feet It is no longer a secret that Mrs.
Cleveland wore No. 5 walking shoes and had
her slippers made only a half size smaller,
Mrs. Harrison's foot is short and plump.
She can easily wear No. Z's, but she prefers
a longer boot, and usually has them made
half a size longer and a last narrower. She
gets all her shoes made in "Washington, and
a little while ago she had a pair of bronze
slippers made at a downtown store, for
which she insisted on having heels hardly
one inch high. She argued that a woman
who stood as constantly as she was forced to
do should never be on tbe stilts of a ballet
dancer. I notice tbat she wears them con
stantly at her receptions.
Hut she is abont the only one here who
shows an atom of sense in the matter. The
feet look all right when they peep from
under a ball dress, but it would make
Anthony Coinstock turn in his grave to see
them when they make their pilgrimage from
coupe to door. Mrs. Hawley, the wife of
Senator Joseph D. Hawley, is not one of the
Chinese footed kind. She is an English
woman, and she wears shoes in which she
can comfortably walk when making her
calls, which she usually makes afoot Mrs.
Senator Davis is another woman who en
cases a shapely foot in a sensible boot
Lady Pauncefote and her daughters are also
generous in the matter of footgear, and like
most English women tbey have large feet
THE ANTI-BUSTLE MANIA.
Anothersensible whim of fashion ihat has
followers only on paper is the natural-back
whim, but it has received its death blow.
Plump women won't go bnstleless, because
they say it makes their dresses lop in too
much around their feet, and thin women ob
ject because nine out of ten of them are hol
low backed. Belva Lockwood and Dr.
Mary Walker are therefore about the only
oneswho Itve according to nature in this
matter. Some people prophesy that if
Cleveland had tjcen re-elected there wouldn't
have been a bustle in the land by this time,
as Mrs. Cleveland sticks to her plan of not
wearing them, but the present mistress of
the White House has a little roll put into
every one of her gowns, which she further
has helpeiout by one very short reed placed
exactly 13 inches below the waist
There is one reform fad that lots of fash
ionable people are adopting here but quite
on the sly. They call them divided skirts,
bnt they are just as much breeches as tbe
kind Adam made the pattern for. It may!
have its drawbacks, but tbe girl who wears
breeches is the only one who looks
genuinely modish, in the straight
clinging skirts of the period. Not
satisfied with this innovation she
wears black silk gauze underwear which fit
her exactly like tights, and she has a tiny
pair of black corsets which she dons only
when she has her dresses tried on, and for
garters she has woven 'gold wires in spiral
coils like a watch spring, which give with
every motion of the leg as tbe skin gives to
pulsations. She's a healthy girl and keeps
right up with the procession in the matter of
style. Miss Grundy, Ja.
A NEAT BRICK HOUSE.
Plans for a Eesidence With Yery
Complete Accommodations
THAT COSTS BUT THEEE THODSAKD.
A Kew Feature is a Well Tentilated Banes
Boom Off (ha Kitchen.
MODIFICATIONS TllAT AEE FUASIBLB.
rwBirrxx ros tus DisrAiCK.3
Following are plans for a handsome brick
house suitable for a 25-root lot It has
very complete accommodations including a
new and desirable feature a range room.
General dimensions: "Width, through
sitting room and hall, 22 feet 4 inches;
depth, including veranda and range room.
69 feet 4 inches. Heights of stories: Cellar,
8 feet; first story, 9 feet 6 inches; second
story, 9 feet; attic, 8 feet.
Exterior materials: Foundations, stone
and brick; first and second stories, brick;
gables, shingles; roofs, dark blue slate.
Outside blinds to windows oi dining room
and kitchen extension.
Interior finish: Hard white plaster, with
plaster centers in parlor, sitting and dining
room, and hall. "White pine flooring in
first and second stories; spruce flooring ia
attic. "White pine trim thronghout Main
stairway ash. "Wainscot in kitchen. Pic
ture moldings in principal rooms and hall
of first story. Inside folding blinds to all
windows in main part of house. All in
terior woodwork finished in hard oil.
Colors: Brickwork cleaned down at com
pletion and repointed. Trim, outside doors
and blinds dark greeo. Sashes and rain
conductors, Pompeian red. Veranda floor,
seal brown. Veranda ceiling, yellow stone
color. Gable shingles dipped in and brush
coated with brownish stain.
Accommodations: The principal rooms
and their sizes, closets, etc.. are shown by
the floor plans. Cellar under whole house,
with inside and outside entrance. Two
rooms and hallway finished in attic Sky
light set in roof over hall. "Width of house
suitable for 25-foot lot This design would
appear well as a double house. A back
stairway conveniently accessible from
kitchen and dining room. Doorway may
he cut through from dining room to kitchen
closet. Coat and bat closet under main
stairway. China closet in dining room.
Onen fireolace in parlor. Ranee is set in a
small, well-ventilated room otf tbe kitchen
proper, which prevents over-heating of
kitchen and keeps odors from the house.
Sliding doors between parlor and sitting
room.
Cost: $3,000, not including mantels, range
and heater. The estimate is based on New
York prices.
Feasible modifications: Heights of
stories, sizes of rooms, kinds of materials
and colors may be changed. Open fire
places may be introduced in sitting room,
dining room, and three bedrooms, or ali
open fireplaces may be omitted. Sliding
doors, part or all plumbing, part or all ot
side veranda, and attic finish, may ba
omitted. The one-step platform at foot of
main stairway may be omitted, thus giving
more space to front hall. Two front bed
rooms on second story may be combined to
form one large room. K. "W. Shoppzll.
IT WAS KtMMLBR'S LIKENESS.
X Woman Who Ones Knew tbs Murderer
F.tlnu at a Wax Execution Scene.
New York Mornlnz Journal.
A woman's shriek startled the hundreds of
visitors to one of the dime museums yester
day afternoon, and a handsome, well-dressed
woman fell to the floor in a faint Tha
lady had hardly glanced at the group en
titled "Execution by Electricity," ia
which the princiDal figure ia a life-like rep
resentation of Kemmler, the BufTtlo mur
derer, when she shieked and swooned.
The lady was Mrs. Adam W". Goss, the
wile of a merchant in Buffalo. In giving an
explanation of her excitement and agita
tion, Mrs, Goss said: "Kemmler used to
work lor my husband, and I knew him well.
"When I saw his figure sitting in the death
dealing chair, with all the paraphernalia of
an electrical execution surrounding him
tbe sight was so natural that I imagined it
true. My nerves were so shocked that X
supposed I lost consciousness for a time,"
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