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but on this dav, of all days, the had a
strncjje fancy to look her best. Also, her
hair had been done like this on the afternoon
Then Geoffrey first met her. Xext she once
more put on the gray dress which she had
worn on her journey to London, and taking
the silver Itoman rise that Geoffrey had
given her from the string by which she wore
it about her neck, placed it on the third
finger of her left hand.
All this being done Beatrice Tisited the
kitchen and ordered the sapper. She went
farther in her innocent canning. Betty
asked her what she would like for breakfast
and she told her to cook some bacon, and to
be careful how she cut it, as she did not
like thick bacon. Then, after one long,
last look at the Vicarage, she started for the
lodging of the head teacher or the scnooi,
and having found her, inquired as to the
day's work.
Further, Beatrice told her assistant that
she had determined to alter the course of
certain lessons in the school. The 'Wednes
aay arithmetic class had hitherto been taken
before the grammar class. On the morrow
the had determined to change this; she
would take the grammar class at 10 and the
arithmetic class at 11, and gave her reasons
for to doing. The teacher assented, and
Beatrice shook hands with her and bade her
food night. She would have wished to say
ow much she ielt indebted to her for her
help in the school; but did not like to do so,
feanng lest, in the light of pending events,
the remark might be viewed with suspicion.
Poor Beatrice; these were the only lies
the ever told!
She left the teacher's lodgings, and was
about to go down to the beach and sit there
till it was time, when she was met by the
father of the poor crazed child, Jane Lle
wellvn. "Oh, Miss Beatrice," he said, "I have
been looking for vou everywhere. "We are
rin sad trouble, miss. Poor Jane is in a rav
ing fit, and talking about hell and that, and
the doctor says she's dying. Can you come,
miBs, and see if you can do anything to quiet
, her? It's a matter of life and death, the
-L doctor says, miss."
Beatrice smiled sadly; matters of life and
' death were in the air. "I will come," she
I said, "but I shall not be able to stay long."
;'v- How could she better spend her last
1 hour?
S She accompanied the man to his cottage.
1- The poor child, dressed only in a night-
shirt, was raving furiously, and evidently
in the last stages of exhaustion, nor could
the doctor or her mother do anything to
y quiet her.
l "Don't you see," she screamed, pointing
. to the wall, "there's the devil waiting for
1 mel And, oh, there's the mouth of hell,
f where the minister said I should gol Oh,
,' hold me, hold me, hold mel"
v Beatrice walked up to her, took the thin
little hand in hers, and looked her fixedly
In the eyes.
"Jane," she said, "Jane, don't yon know
s me?"
if "Yes, Miss Granger," she said, "I know
the lesson; I'll say it presently."
Beatrice took her in her arms and sat
down on the bed. Quieter and quieter grew
the child, till suddenly an awful change
passed over her face.
"She is dying," whispered the doctor.
"Hold me close, hold me close 1" said the
child, whose senses returned before the last
eclipse. "Oh, 3Iiss Granger, I shan't go to
hell, shall I ? X am afraid of hell."
"So, love, no: yon will go to heaven."
Jane lay still awhile. Then, seeing the
pale lips move, Beatrice put her ear to the
" child's mouth.
"Will you come with me?" she mur-
mured. "I am afraid to go alone."
And Beatrice, her great eyes fixed steadily
on the closing eyes beneath, whispered back
so that no other eoul could hear except the
,. dying child :
r "res, I will come presently." But Jane
f heard and understood.
"Promise," said the child.
"Yes," I promise," answered Beatrice in
&,f the same inaudible whisper. "Sleep, dear.
ft sleep; and I will join you very soou."
F1 . And the child looked up, shivered, smiled
f t -and slept.
; Beatrice cave it back to the weeping pa
" rents and went her way. "'h hat a splendid
T creature," said the doctor to himself, as he
looked after her. "She has eyes like Pate
and the face of Motherhood Incarnate. A
great woman, if ever I saw one, but differ
ent from other women."
Meanwhile Beatrice made her way to old
Edward's boatshed. As she expected, there
was nobody there and nobody on the beach.
Old Edward and his son were at tea with the
t ' rest of Bryngelly. They would come back
;', after dark and lock np the boathouse.
She looked at the sea. There were no
j. waves, but the breeze freshened every min-
5- ute, and there was a long, slow swell upon
the water. The rollers would be running be-
yond the shelter of Bnmball Point, five
miles awav.
The tide was high; it mounted to within
ten yards of the end of the boathouse. She
opened the door and dragged out her canoe,
closing the door again alter her. The craft
' was light, and she was strong for a woman.
Close to the boathouse, one of the timber
breakwaters, which aro common at seaside
places, ran down into tne water. She
dragged the canoe to its Bide, and then
pushed itdown the beach till its bow was
afloat. Kext, mounting on the breakwater,
she caught hold of the little chain in the
bow, and walking along the timber baulks,
pulled with all hrr force till the canoe was
quite afloat. On she went, dragging it alter
, her, till the waves washing over the break
water wetted her hhoes.
Then she brought the canoe quite close,
and, watching her opportunity, stepped into
it, nearly falling into the water as she did
so. But she recovered her balance and sat
- -- down. In another minute she was paddling
out to sea with all her strength.
Por 20 minutes or more she paddled un
ceasingly. Then she rested awhile, only
seeping uie canoe neaa on to the sea, which,
without being rough, was running more and
more freshly. There, some miles away, was
the dark mass of Bumball Point She must
be off it before the night closed in. There
would be sea enough there; no such craft as
hers could live in it for five minutes, and
the tide was on the turn. Anything sinking
in those waters would be carried far away
and never come back to the shore of Wales.
She turned her head and loohed at Bryn
gelly and the long, familiar stretch of cliff.
How fair it seemed, bathed in the quiet light
of summer afternoon. Onl was there any
afternoon where the child had gone, and
where she was following fast? or was it all
night, black, eternal night, unbroken by the
dream of dear, remembered things?
There were the Dog Docks, where she had
stood on that misty autumn day and seen
the vision of her coffined mother's face.
Surely it was a presage of her fate. There
beyond was the Bell Bock, where in that
same hour Geoffrey and she had met, and
there behind was the Amphitheater, where
they had told their love. HarkI what was
that sound pealing faintly at intervals
across the deep? It was the great ship's
bell that, stirred from time to time by the
wash of the high tide, solemnly tolled her
passing sonl.
She paddled on; the sound of that death
spell shook her nerves and made her feel
faint and weak. Oh, it would have been
easier had she been as she was a year ago,
before she learned to love, and hand in
hand had seen faith and hope rearise from
the depths of her stirred soul. Then being
but a heathen, she could have met her end
with all a heathen's strength, knowing what
she lost, and believing, too, that she would
find but sleep. And now it was otherwise,
for in her heart she did not believe that
she was about utterly to perish. What,
could the body live on in a thousand
forms, changed indeed, but indestructible
and immortal, while the spiritual part, with
all its hopes and loves and fears, melted
into nothingness? It could not be; surely
on some new shore she should once again
greet her love. And if it was not, how
would they meet her in that under world,
coming self-murdered, her life blood on her
hands? Would her mother turn away from
her? and her little brother, whom she had
loved, would he reject her? And what
Voice of Doom might strike her into ever
lasting hopelessness?
Bat, be the sin what il might, yet would
she sin it for the sake of Geoffrey; aye, even
if she must reap a harvest of eternal woe.
She bent her head and prayed. "Ob, Power,
that art above, from whom I come, to whom
I o, have mercy oa mel Oh, Spirit, if in
deed thy name is Love, weigh my love in
thv balance and let It lift the scale of sin.
Oh, God o' Sacrifice, be not wroth at my
deed of sacrifice, and give me pardon, give
me life and peace, that in a time to 'come
may win the sight of him for whom.1 die."
A somewhat heathenish prayer indeed,
and far too full of human passion for one
about to leave the human shores. Bnt, then
well, it was Beatrice who prayed
Beatrice, who could realise no heaven be
yond the limits of her passion, who still
thought more of her love than of saving her
own soul alive. Perhaps it found a home
perhaps, like her who prayed it, it was
lost upon the pitiless deep.
Then she prayed no more. Short was her
time. See, there sank the tan in glory: and
there, past the sullen, desolate headland,
where tne nnaertow met tne wma and tide,
the great rollers swept along. She would
think no more of self; it was, it seemed to
her, so small, this mendicant calling on the
Unseen, not for others, bnt for self, aid for
self, well-being for self, salvation for self
this doing of good that she might come to
self. She had made her prayer and if she
prajed again it should be for Geoffrey that
he might prosper and be happy that he
might forgive her the trouble her love had
brought into his life. She had prayed her
prayer and said hersayand it was done with.
Let'herbe judged as it seemed good to those
who judgel Now she would fix her thoughts
upon her love, and by its strength would tri-
umpn over ine umcrncss oi aeatn. .tier
eyes flashed and her breast heaved; further,
out to sea, further yet she would meet
those rollers a knot or more from the point
of the headland, that no record might re
main. Was it her fault If she loved him?
She could not help it, and she was proud to
love him. Even now, she would not undo
the past. What were the lines that Geoffrey
had read to her. They haunted her mind
with a strange persistence they took time
to the beat ot her falling paddle, and would
not leave her:
Of once sown seed, who knoweth what the
crop isT
Alas, my love. Lore's eves are very bUndt
What would tbey hare us doT Sunflowers and
poppies stoop to the wind
Oliver Madox Eroum.
Yes, yes, Love's eyes are very blind, bnt
in their blindness there is more light than
in all other earthly things. Ob, she could
not live for him, and with him it was
denied to her but she still could die for
him, her darling, her darlingl
"Oh, Geoffrey, hear me I die for you; ac
cept my sacrifice and forget me not. Sol
she is in the rollers now how solemn they
look with their hoary heads of foam, at one
by one they move down upon her.
The firstl high it towers, but the canoe
rides like a cork. Seel the day is dying on the
distant land, but still his glory shines across
the sea. It will soon be finished now. Here
the breeze is strong; it tears the bonnet from
her head, it unwinds the coronet of braided
locks, and her long hair streams out behind
her. Peel how the spray stings, striking
like a whip. No, not this wave, she rides
that too; she will die as she has lived fight
ing to the last.
Ahl that struck her full. OhI oh! Geof
frey's ring has slipped from her wet hand,
slipped into the bottom of the boat Can
she regain it? she would die with that ring
upon her finger it it her wedding ring,
wedding her through death to Geoffrey,
upon the altar of the sea. She stoops! oh,
what a shock of water on her breastl What
is it what is it? "Of once sown seed, who
knoweth what the crop is?" She will soon
know now.
"Geoffreyl hear me, Geoffrey I die for
you, I die for youl I will wait for yon at
the fonndations of the sea, on the topmost
heights of heaven, in the lowest deeps of
hell wherever I am I will always wait for
youl"
It sinks it has sank she is alone with
God and the cruel waters. The tun
goes outl See that great wave rushing
through the gathering gloom, rushing big
with late.
"Geoffrey, my darling I will wait"
Farewell to Beatrice! The light went out
of the sky, and the dark rushed down on the
ocean. Farewell to Beatrice and all her
love and all her sin.
(To be continued next Sunday.)
OHLY SHOT A GHOST.
A Fetich Doctor Help ExpUrer Glare
Oat of a Scrape.
New Tort Son.l
Mr. Glave, who has spent six years on the
Congo, and who wat in this city for sev
eral months prior to hit recent de
parture for Alaska, tells a story about
dilemma he got into soon after he wat put in
charge of Equator station, far up the Congo,
among the Bayanzis.
He had taken into hit service the slave of
a free man who lived near the station. This
slave was a skillful hunter.and he was often
provided with a gun and sent oat into the
woods to get meat for his white employer.
A rivalry for the affections of a dusky
damsel had made him the enemy of a free
black of another village, who met him while
tbey were hunting in a field ot manioc.
"Now, I have you alone, I am going to
bind yon and dra'g you off," said the jealous
negro".
"I am not a baby," said the slave, "that
you should bind me without my defending
mvself."
The slave's contact with the whites had
evidently convinced him that he had some
rights. He had hardly uttered the words
when the free man let fly a spear which
tore a hole in the slave's cotton trousers.
The slave levelled his gun and blazed away,
sending a charge of small shot into his as
sailant's abdomen. The gaping wound ex
cited great astonishment among the blacks,
and the poor wretch who had thus tempted
fate died without a word.
There was a terrible uproar in the vil
lages. A free man had been killed by a
slave! It was turning custom upside down.
There was every prospect of a disastrous
struggle. Glave was almost distracted,
when suddenly a shrewed fetich doctor
turned up with an idea that calmed
the elements of Bayanzi society.
This fetich man was a person of great au
thority. He secretly came to Glave and
told him for a handsome present he would
settle the trouble. His valuable services
were at once secured, and the news went
forth that the great man had important in
formation for the world at large. With due
solemnity he then announced that alter the
death of the victim he had examined the
gaping wound. He found that the man's
liver was black. He could not live with
such a liver. He had died before the shot
was fired. The slave had had a fight with
his ghost, but the man was already dead
and the slave could not kill him!
This remarkable declaration wat accepted
as inspired truth. Peace was declared, and
the bereaved family accepted the indemnity
offered by Mr. Glave. It took (30 worth of
beads to wipe out the insult Glave't servant
had offered to the ghost
THE AMERICAN PETDE.
A DUtlDsuUblns; Trait Sugrgreite by the
Title of a Cook Book.
The Crltlo.
Where but in England conld a volume be
published under the title of "The Middle
Class Cookery Book," "intended for fami
lies of moderate means?" Certainly not is
America. What American housewife bnt
would blush if caught reading a book with
such a name, or housing it upon her spotless
dresser?
It might contain recipes to tempt the
jaded palate of a Savarin, but to her lest
sensitive tongue the most savory dish would
smack of gall and wormwood if made ac
cording to a formula adapted to the tastes or
meant of people of the "middle class." To
put "middle class" on an article intended
for the American market would be to kill it
at birth.
Baying a Little Home.
Detroit Free Frees. 3 i
The appeals of Chicago real estate agentt
to workingmen to buy them "a little home"
have resulted, daring the last five years, in
7,000 men paying more or less on a contract
and then being obliged to surrender it
Over 1250,000 has been thus paid oat and
gone to enrich speculators.
FOOLING THE LORDS,
Howard Fielding Tells-of-the British
Syndicate Gobbles.
GETTING AT THE INSIDE FACTS.
A Howllnc Fake Worked to Mutual id
nntsge by Newark Brewerx.
BHfiEWD FISHERMAN
CWBIRXX FOB TUB DISPATCH.!
S an honest and
patriotic Ameri-
who believes
we should
retain onr grip
this fair land
which we have
stolen from the
Indians, I have
Tiewed with
alarm the recent
encroachmentsof
English syndi
cates. I have
been both sur
prised and pain
ed to observe that
onr countrymen
were ready at all
timet to sell out
to the Britishers.
Lands, motors,
patents applied for, great corporations with
thousands of gallons of stock they will part
with anything provided they can get more
for it than it is worth.
The great West doesn't realize how this
thing is being worked in the East. The
great West would just as soon catch a sucker
front Boston, Mass., as from London, En
gland. It it true that the West has parted
with some thousands of acres of valuable
sage bash for English gold, but it has sold
few breweries as yet, and it is the British
lion't thirst for breweries which will some
day make the American eagle's tongne curl
np and rustle in his throat
It wat only yesterday that I read in an
English paper the following derisive
chuckle: "A syndicate which is said to in
clude some of our most distinguished noble
men has just purchased another brewery in
Newark, a snburb of New York, Mass., on
most favorable terms. What was the Bos
ton tea party to this?"
GETTING OK THE XKBXS2.
It it true that thit statement was inac
curate, both geographically and otherwise,
but it shows the unforgiving spirit of our
cousins across the water. I have recently
had an opportunity of getting some inside
facts about this British syndicate business,
and I propose to give the whole thing away.
My opportunity came in a somewhat re
markable manner. I saw a little messenger
boy on the street, and his small countenance
wore that expression which plainly says:
"Somebody's played me for a chump."
And he swore by the high hump of the
sacred gnu that he would get square or die
on the trail. I asked him what wat the
matter.
"I'm a big bag o' stuff," said he; "that's
the matter. I was carrying a bundle when
a fellie comes up and says:
Made Up at a BynMcate Agent.
I'll hold your bundle, sonny, if you'll
take this message up to the top floor o' that
buildin'.' 'Go, jump off the dock,' says L
'You'll light ont wid de bundle while I'm
fone. I'm onter yon.' 'No, I won't,' says
e; 'yon can carry my pocket book wid yer,'
an' he pulled it out 'I'll have ter go yer,'
says I, an' gave him de bundle. Now here
I am, bnt he's taken a sneak."
"But you have his pocket book," said I.
"Yes, an' there ain't nothin' in it," said
he. Look at it yourself."
A more careful examination of its con
tents revealed two pawn tickets which
showed that Levi Israelson had advanced
$5 on certain papers. When I became sat
isfied that the owner of the book would
never appear I went to Mr. Israelson't place
of business and redeemed the papers. They
Sieved to be the credentials of one Kalph
fartin, who was thereby authorized to
come to this country as the representative
of an English syndicate and investigate
breweries. The papers suggested a great
idea to meI would become the representa
tive of an English syndicate in America. I
had no doubt that there were commissions
on both end of the business.
KINDNESS OP THE BEPORTEBS.
The first thing necessary, of course, was a
"make up." I hired the whole business
from a Bowery costnmer, and when I was
transformed into my new character.modesty
forbids me to state how English I looked. I
really didn't dare to go on Fifth avenue for
fear somebody would invite me down to
Newport, and tbns distract my attention
from bnsiness. I struck right out for
"Newark, a suburb of New York, Mass." v
I told a newspaper man, confidentially,
that I was an advance agent of British ag
gression, and he fixed me up the nicest not
ice that ever was. These reporters always
Getting Inside Information.
know what a fellow wants to say and what
he does not want to say, and they print the
one or the other according to his politics.
The next morning a servant at the hotel
where I had taken a room brought me the
cards of a few brewers in a basket, and said
that if I pleased, he would poor them oat
on the table and go back for another load. I
let him go. x
Daring the day I had several interviews
with gentlemen who had-sent their cards. A
more genial, wholesome set of men I never
met They gave me every opportunity to
Investigate their beer both outside and in
side the breweries and myself.
We spent many pleasant hours in the cool
Tsnlts oi these establishment, andllnvasti-
THE IDEA OF 1
&7n
. X can,
Il that
. P -on
THE PI0?T3BUBGr- DISPATCH, mSDl-Y, MAT 11,
gated so thoroughly that I came very near
never getting over it, for beer does not agree
with me.
Oa the following day I ventured to hint
to one of these gentlemen that my.remit
tances were a little late, and
SOTHnrO "WAS TOO GOOD.
"My dear fellow," said he, "it's & pleas
ure. How much do yon need?"
I struck him modestly bnt firmly, and he
drew his check so quickly that I was afraid
the paying teller wouldn't recognize the
signature; but he did. He recognized sev
eral other signatures, also, before I got
through with the town. The brewers simply
fell over each othdr in their efforts to please
and inebriate me. In particular Mr. Helm
hols Tancke overwhelmed me with kindness.
His attentions, however, gave me a pang.
Mr. Tancke did not recognize me behind my
single eyeglass and checkered suit, but I
knew him. He had been an old and faithful
friend oi my father, and my heart smote me
when I thought bow badly I was returning
his kindness. At last I couldn't stand it
any longer, so I went to him and said,
frankly: "My dear Mr. Tancke, I am an
empty fake. I don't represent any English
syndicate at all. I can stand it to play the
game on the others, bat not on my father's
oldest friend."
"And is this young Mr. Fielding?" said
he, in clad surprise. "Well, this is indeed
bread upon the waters. I don't care in the
least whether you really represent anybody
at all so long.as vou play the same well.
You have been so kind as to bestow the
largest part of your time npon roe since yon
have been in Newark, and the result has
more than gratified my best hopes. Every
day the papers both here and in New York
have had a new story about your investiga
tion of my brewery. " Every day the price
which you intended to pay has been in
creased. You will remember that this has
been done with your consent, I may say con
nivance; andlassureyouthatthe advertising
I have got out of it far more than counter
balances the trifling sums that I have been
pleased to advance you. I have long
suspected that the delay in your remittances
was likely to be eternal, bnt it has not wor
ried me in the least"
WOXKINQ ONE AOAIN8T ANOXHEB.
"But is this selling to English syndicates
all a fake, then?" I asked.
"By no means," said he. "There are
many genuine sales, and nothing helps
them to a satisfactory conclusion like a lit-
A. Valuable Monopoly.
tie previons work Bach as yours. When
the genuine syndicate agent comes along, I
have nearly hall a mile of newspaper clip
pings to show him, and the negotiations
with the parties you represent will be still
in progress with your permission."
"But won't he examine your books?"
"Certainly, certainly; and we have an ex
pert at work on them all the time."
"What does he do?" I inquired.
"Well, he makes any little changes
which he thinks would be likely to impress
a visitor from abroad. We also have another
system of accounts. Come down into the cel
lar and I will show it to you."
We descended, and he approaohed a large
vat, about the size of a seaside cottage. On
the aide of this he rapped in a peculiar man
ner. Instantly a door in it opened, and I
perceived a number of accountants busily at
work.
"Ah I" said I, as the door closed again.
"Now, mv dear boy," said he, when we
had climbed the stairs again, "there is only
one thing more that you can do for
me. Just whisper to yonr news
paper correspondent that yon have
found the Tancke brewery all that its pro
prietors had claimed, but that he from
motives of pure patriotism and for fear that
the excellent quality of the beer would suffer
under English management, and thus cause
a hardship to the people, has declined your
offer of 1,600,000 and has told the Ameri
can eagle that he can continne to scream."
HASTENED TO THE SEASIDE.
"But the other brewers from whom I have
aceepted small favors?"
"Get oat of town before they can sue
you," he said. "Spend the summer in some
quiet down-East resort, 40 miles from law or
gospel, and draw upon me for what money
you need."
I accepted his advice, partly in cash, and
we said goodby the best of friends.
But it s wonderful how this syndicate idea
has spread. Down in the little seaport town
to whioh I went by Mr. Tancke's advioe, it
had made itself felt I was standing one
day beside the shore of the bay. On a rude
frame near me to leeward, bv request
were spread some fish, drying. These frames
are called "fish flakes" down there. Pres
ently the owner of the fish approached, and
glanced at me, while he rubbed his chin
whiskers in a way which told me he was
struggling for an idea. J
"You see them fish?" he asked.
"Yes."
"An' smeU 'em?"
"Yes."
"Wall, I've gotan idee. I've read in the
papers 'bout them English syndicates that's
buyin' up all kinds o' things whar there's a
chance for a monoperly. Now, here's a
chance. Why don't they buy up my fish
business. Ferty nigh all the fish that's
caught round here I git An' the people
must have fish. They don't eat nothin' else
in the cold weather, so't in the spring the
fishbones is just sticking out through their
Bkins they can't get their winter under
clothes off. A monopoly o' that kind 'd be
wuth so'thin to a syndicate, I tell yer."
I asked why he wanted to sell the fish
monopoly if it was so valuable.
"Wall, yer see," said he, looking much
crestfallen, "the fishin' is all fallin' off.
Been growin' worse right along, an' it's my
opinion that in a year or two from now we
shan't be able to catch a durned one."
It strnck me that there might be a lesson
In his remark, it It conld be cabled across
the pond. Howabd Fielding.
WHAT COMES IN DEEAMS.
Bare Btorlet of Fiction Conld Ther be bat
Canght and Preserved.
Orlo Bates In the Book Bayer. J
It Is a pity that somebody would not in
vent a dream recorder for the benefit of us
poor mortals who on awaking leave behind
the multitudinous and doubtless trans
cendentally fine compositloni of our sleep.
An author, who is a clergyman, told me the
other day that a certain story which he read
to the children of his parish on Easter Sun
day, and which mast have given them deep
delight if it was as good at the stories ot hit
pen which haw been published, was com
posed in a dream some weeks earlier. On
awaking he wrote it down almost as it was
finally used.
TEE PROSPEROUS EDITOB.
He Can't Talc Money All the Time With.
at Any Beereatlea.
mitabarg (Wash.) Times.
When we returned from dinner on Tues
day we found a piece of paper sticking into
the keyhole of oar office door, on which was
written these words: "Been here twice to
subscribe for the Timet, bat failed to find
you in. Bend it to me and I will hand you
the $2 the next time I am in town."
We very much regret being absent when
the writer called, bat great Scott! we can't
take money all the time. We're got to take
time to eat.
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FAMED MONTE CARLO.
Mrg. Sherwood Describes it as Both
Paradise and Purgatory.
WINNINGS, LOSSES AND SUICIDES.
The' Glamor of Eoyaltj Bhed OTer tto
Eivlera Gaming Tablet.
A H0BT BEAUTIFUL PLACE 10 LITE
IWMTTEX FOB TH PISPAICH.1
Monte Carlo is a spot on the earth's sur
face where heaven and Its antipodes may be
said to meet. It has enjoyed this destina
tion since the year 1846, having only had a
monopoly of "charm without danger," np
to that time. A new Dante it needed to
paint its now delirious excitements, and its
soft tranquilizing, and indefinable charms.
Martin Luther is said to have objected to
the possession in which his Batanio Majesty
held all the "good tunes, "and one might with
propriety say, that the King of the Infernal
Begions should not have laid claim to this
health breathing and otherwise virtuous
spot, where every prospect pleases and only
man is vile. Monte Carlo from its sheltered
situation, its beauty, the entire salubrity of
all its conditions, its remarkable cheapness,
is marked out as the natural refuge for in
valids, half-pay officers, widows, the clergy,
and the angels, if indeed these last are not
already comprenended in the other classfica
tions. There are, however, carping criticB
who would here observe that if Monte Carlo
were given over to the good onlj, that it
would not be at amusing as it now is.
MOBAxirr or gambling.
Gambling is a vice which it is hardto
classify. It is not forbidden in the deca
logae. No man commits mortal sin by
playing or betting,unless the commandment
"Thou ehalt not steal" may comprehend it
And vet. not one. but all the vices are
covered by this passion. It is everything;
demoralization, degradation, despair; it
brings all in its train. Its victims are more
haggard and more moribund than the vic
tims of absinthe. No vice brings so certain
a doom. The respectable and thoughtrul
man, the elderly and carelul woman, are as
sure to be ruined, as is the young spend
thrilt, who has youth and its impulsive
heart-throb, to excuse him. Indeed, it may
be called the vice of middle age as Byron
spoke of avarice, "a good old gentlemanly
vice."
Who can explain therefore the deliberate
tampering with this Minotanr who devours
his victims, in utter oblivion of ag or sex,
daily and hourly at Monte Carlo? Who?
The philosopher has not been found. There
are several classes of gamblers. There are
those who come regularly to it as a business,
and who make money. There are those who
put aside a portion of their income to play
with, just as a man decides that he will
spend (10,000 a year on pictures. There are
invalids who seek at the tables distraction
from the -inevitable pain, and ennui of a
mortal disease.
THE LAVT SANCTIONS IX.
Every one has a right to be there. It it
law, and no one can say that it is not gospel.
It is by the common consent of mankind
pronounced hideous, senseless, dangerous,
and yet, among its votaries are the most
sagacious bankers, the coolest politicians
and the most respected mothers of families.
It would be hard to condemn a woman in
Europe for being a gambler; it would come
very near home, in the houses of the aris
tocracy, the clergy and amid the respectable
Bourgeoisie. A famous old gambler at
Baden Baden used to boast that he had edu
cated a family of sons, who had filled high
places in Europe, by his winnings at the
gaming table.
But the tables are not put there for any of
these classes. Ther are arranged' for the
fools, as Carlyle said of England, "139,000,
000, mostly fools." So one is tempted, in
the gambling rooms at Monte Carlo, to thus
classify the human race. It is the lool who
plays and loses all he has, who cannot come
away when he has won, who goes on follow
ing the siren, knowing very well that she
leads to the edge of a gulf, who feeds with
his half-crowns that ever voracious appetite
of the bank. Yet if the respectable gambler
commits a sin, it is that by his presence he
encourages and keeps alive this industry.
Who that has seen the pale face, the knitted
brow, the shocking expression about the
mouth of a female gambler, new to the trad:,
who has not wished that some great law
should be passed against this indefinite
crime?
CASES OV SUICIDE.
One thing only arrests the game, that is
when some desperate man blows oat his
brains. He had better have done it be
fore he began to play, bnt he does it after
ward. If at the table, he is removed so
quickly that scarcely his next neighbor
knows 'it The croupier does not tarn pale.
A woman screams, perhaps, and breaks the
luck of the gambler next to ther, who de
clares nothing else can make his pulse
quicker or more even in its beat. They may
then go out ana arown tnemseives, out no
one can find ont who or where. The papers
along the Riviera are all subsidized to this
item. No reporter makes hit bread by
"writing np" a suicide.
Many women, the deserted friends of
gamblers, kill themselves; but they have the
decency to go away and poison themselves
out of sight A woman cannot shoot herself
herself or cut her throat, well; she therefore
uses the little bottle of aconite or laudanum
or prussic acid. One of the saddest sides of
the gamming story is tnis ot tne ruined
favorite, who is in such a heyday ot pros
perity, brilliant in diamonds one day,
but who is so deeply miserable the next
week.
A few years ago, several philanthropic
English ladies,dressed as Sisters of Charity,
walked thestreets of Monte Carlo at night
to try and rescue and save some of the vic
tims of despair. Their snecess was very
great, and some day this story will be told.
These Sisters of Charity often hear stories
which make all the novels of Ouida seem
poor and colorless, and indeed sometimes a
tragedy which Dante or Milton conld alone
write ont a "Commedla Inferno," or a
"Commedia Divina," which Monte Carlo
is, in every hour ot its existence.
A LITEBABY TOBTEZ.
Gambling hells are said' to encourage
every kind of industry, particularly novel
writing. Prom this spot therefore have all
the fertile English novel writers drawn
their easily cultivated inspirations. There
is nothing left to be said abont the blue
sky, the moonlight nights, the facile
climate, fresh, yet warm, the eternal glare,
the dissolute Ettsslan princess, the actor,
the singer, the prince. All the elements of
the three volume novel are here in per
fection from early dawn to latest eve.
Perhaps the least emphasized feature of
the Biviera life on its best side is the cheap
villa, the home of the literary man or art
ist, where for $1,000 a year a man and hit
family can live most comfortably, under
conditions of health, ease and natural seen.
ery, amusement and quiet unsurpassed in
the world. It is only a wonder that large
sanitariums do not flourish all along this
famed coast for those who do not care to
plav. The delightful concerts at Monte
Carlo must be counted in as one of the best
results of gambling. In where else can one
hear such masio for nothing? A classical
concert every Thursday, miscellaneous con
certs every day and evening, and all so well
managed. This alone makes one feel the
moral necessity of going into the rooms and
depositing a & franc piece before the month
of the Minotanr to help pay for the music
THE PEOPLE OF MONTE OABLO.
Monte Carlo has a very respectable popu
lation of sober English, American, German
and French people who live here to econo
mize. For, there being no taxes' to pay,
Monte Carlo is very cheap as to house rent,
and In summer it is not too hot, while in
March, April and May it is transcendently
deliehtfal. with its wealth of wild flowers
and orange blossoms, its Japanese peach
1890.
and almond flowers, its gray, stony hills,
covered with palms and cacti. The ex
peditions are endless. A. breakfast in a
pine grove at Cape Martin, a drivej thence
to Mentone, to hear Strauss waltzes in the
open air, is an ideal way of spending an
April day. What conld be more magnifi
cently picturesque than the drive to Ville
francke. where I breakfasted in a villa
curiously adorned with old Italian frescoes,
and later dined "al fresco" in an orange
grove. This is all a gift and a surprise to a
Northern nature. It is all a vision of the
Garden of Eden including the snakel
The "lack ot some people" is astonishing,
and His Majesty of the Inferno has his fa
vorites and treats them well. Although the
passion for gambling is as great among Anglo-Saxons
as among Frenchmen, although
there is said to be more "money changing
hands" in the American game of poker than
is possible at roulette, still a Monte Carlo
wonld be impossible In either America or
England.
HEEDS FBENCII POLITENESS.
It needs the vigilant politeness which is
second nature to the French ; it needs that
taste lor ceremony which is visible in all
their personal intercourse at the gambling'
table, where only a decent enamel ot out--ward
manner can keep the strongest pas
sions in check; it needs, in a word, the
polished phraseology of France. Even the
word "messieurs" and the frequent use of
"pardon" have their calming influence
When an Englishman says "Sir" It is a
challenge; wben a Frenchman says "Mon
sieur" it is a compliment It is charming
to greet this one remnant of feudalism in
republican France. A Frenchman of the
best class never forgets his polite manner
evenin moments of fatigue and vexation.
It is well put on at the gaming table,
which is the real republic, the only true
democracy where the prince elbows the
commonest man, where the dnchess and
the dressmaker sit side by side, where the
most careful Puritan plays high against the
lady of the half-world. Both are engaged
in the most energetic avarice, both stimu
lated to the last degree by the passions of
hope and despair. What can enable them
to sit there with safety but that formal cere
monious politeness, which the English peo
ple have discarded, and which America as
a nation has never known! The gaming
table may be said to be the place where the
vanishing leudaiism oi the eignteentn cen
tury and the uniform mediocrity of manners,
not to say the tendency toward rudeness, of
the nineteenth century, meet.
BTJLES OF THE TABLES.
It is the business of the croupier to pre
serve the vanishing feudalism. He allows
no talking. There is a Sabbath stillness in
the air. The gambler's superstition is re
garded. The dnchess even, if she grasp
her neighbor's gains, receives a gentle tap
on her delicate knuckles. Tt only safety
to the player is a decent self-control. Death
and disagreeable images are carefully ex
cluded, xs it remarkable, therefore, that
there are no statistics of suicide? The "His
tory of Despair" is noton the shelves of any
library of Monte Carlo, bnt one hears much
of the lucky fellow who is 70,000 francs
ahead of the bank, of the wonderful ten
francs that earned 3,000, of success, never
of failure.
Meantime the Minotaur has eaten up so
much that he gains 1,000,000 sterling clear
profit at the end of the year, and can afford
to pay the Prince of Monaco so handsome a
rent tor the Casino, that he is declared an
admirable tentant and goes on eating his
victims!
Another reason why Monte Carlo Is so in
teresting is the presence of kings, royal
dukes, princes and monarchs ont of busi
ness. Although "that divinity which doth
hedge a king" is out of fashion, or onght to
be, in the repnblican nineteenth century,
still the poetry of title remains. It is es
pecially noticeable in the case of tervants
and innkeepers. They stand aside, bare
headed, when a prince passes, although he
may be impeenmous to a degree.
HOMAGE ZO AMERICAN MAMMON.
The rich Americans, representing King
Mammon, are received with the next degree
of homage by this class, for there is no such
stimulator of politeness, as an empty
pocket. But curiously enough, it is the
newest and freshest republican, the most
ardent follower of President Carnot, or the
latest arrival from America, who is most
impressed with glamor of title.
To see a prince, a royal dnke, a noble of
high degree playing and losing, like any
ordinary mortal, has, to a worshiper of this
tort, a kind of novel entertainment in it
"Those who are Dorn in the purple, nave
they then the same madness as ourselves ?
If a prince looses, then why should not I? "
That it what they say to themselves. It
is a revelation of the inevitable snobbish
ness, which Thackeray declared, underlaid
our common nature. The readers of history
remember when titles meant something,
when the motto "Noblesse oblige" had not
lost its meaning. It is to that brilliant mo
ment, (not yet entirely obscured, let us
hope) that we refer, with fond reverence,
when we make reverential room at the tables
for the royal dnke that he may sit next to
us.
This is purgatory, but when we come out
of the feverish atmosphere into the light of
a Monte Carlo sunset, who shall say that
it is not paradise. M. E. W. Shsbwood.
HEW YOKE PE0M0TEES.
A Clat of Men Who Blnkr Money by Their
Acquaintance
Brooklyn Eagle.
Wine agents, insurance brokers and the
gentlemen who are known as "promoters"
make capital ont of their friends. There
exists what seems to be an altogether ex
aggerated notion of the value of a personal
acquaintance in New York. A fixed valua
tion, however, is placed upon it Any man
who is known abont town or whose acquaint
ance is so wide that restaurant waiters and
bartenders know him byname is usually
looked upon by business men as having a
certain market rating as a promoter.
Exactly how much promoters are worth is
an open question. But there is no doubt
that a good share of the ornamental figures
about town obtain their income solely
through influencing their friends. The wine
agent probably suffers the most. To be
obliged to recommend a certain brand of
champagne on all occasions, simply because
the agents of the house pay a salary for such
recommendation, wonld take away the flavor
of the wine from most men'a palates, Out
many of .the sons of distinguished New
Yorkers have overcome impecunious difficul
ties by the aid of champagne agents. There
are now at least half a dozen well-known
names on the list and every one of these men
drink champagne lor a purpose and that
purpose is never good fellowship nor pare
generosity.
EOYAL DEESS BEFOBUEES.
Gottlp Abont tbe Princess of Wli anil Her
Danghter.
Chicago News.
The young German Empress has organ
ised a dress reform association, and there
fore "dress reform" will be one of the fads
for some time to come. Some years ago
Queen Victoria caught the drest reform
fever and joined an association and inveigled
a number of her dowager friends to join,
too. They do say that, while she herself
never adopted any dress reform habits, the
Queen insisted that others should; in other
words, like the doctor with the pill, she pre
ferred to try it on a dog. The Princess of
Wales joined the same association and made
her three daughters join. The three daugh
ters had to practice the reform, while the
Princess simply approved it.
The Princess has been blossoming out In
very stunning toilets of late; she appears to
have acquired all of a sudden a fondness for
superb dressing. At any rate, people are
wondering what spell has coma upon Her
Boyal Highness. The two unmarried
daughters, however, are kept in exceedingly
modest I had almost taid ahabby attire.
Then, too, they are tuvjrely watched, al
though they are no longer spring chickens.
Of this constant espionage tbe prinoesses
are said to be heartily weary; their misery
has been enhanced by tbe spectacle of de
lightful freedom which their older sister,
the Duchess of Fife, present.
AET AJTD ABTISTS.
Mil.'W? nAitTZBEBGER has a portrait In
pastel on exhibition at Young's.
Another collection of pictures from a New
York gallery will be opened at Gillespie's to
morrow morning. '
Tub landscape by Linrord, recently noted at
Boyd's, has been sold to a Pittsburggentleman.
This picture is an example ot the artist's best
style and work, and a one of the class of
paintings that It Is desirable to have brought to
the city.
Mb. Geoboe Hetzsl'S painting, "A Scene
on the Blackwater. a tributary of the Cheat
river,"' a work which he executed some time
ago. Is again on exhibition at Boyd's. A spot
in a rocky glen, down which a small stream
tumbles, is the subject of the picture. The
painting is not in just the same condition as
when previously exhibited, some additional
labor expended npon It having strengthened
and improved Its color.
Amono the many notable buildings of the
world is the porctlain tower at Nankin, China,
which has withstood the storms of nearly 00
years, and yet shows bnt little evidence of
alteration or decay. It is about S00 feet high.
diTided Into nine stories, and Its outer surface
is entirely composed of a fine quality of porce
lain. The dnrability of this material Is such
that the flra centuries the tower has stood are
perhaps but a few compared with those that
will yet pass over it '
a humbxb of sales were effected from the
Echaus collection of paintings during the week,
and several additions were made to those re
maining on exhibition. Among these was a
masterpiece by Van Marclce, tne best ot his
works that has yet been brought here, and one
of the finest things of its kind yet shown in
this city either of his or any other artists. In
this picture the painter's splendid mastery oi
color, and simple yet forceful style of compo
sition are seen to tbe best adrantage. This ex
hibition was closed on Friday evening last
MB. H. J. Lanohanz has a pleasing land
scape study on exhibition at Young's. The
scene depicted is a plcturesqua spot where a
shallow stream sweeps in a graceful curve over
a stony, sedgy bed. while some distance from its
banks, with a strip of greensward intervening,
a piece of woodland may be seen, its dark
toned green forming an agreeable contrast with
the warmer tones of the foreground. The one
decidedly weak point in this picture is in the
painting of tbe sky, and here tbe fault is so
serious as to throw It entirely out of tone with
the balance ot tbe work.
It Ij rather interesting to note the promi
nence which the name Jones has always held
in literature, science and art In the last men
tioned field the Jones' have always been more
or less famous, and a few may be mentioned
who have compelled the world to do homage to
their talent and skill. la architecture Inlgo
Jones is a name which, like that of Sir Christo
pher Wren, lives long after those of all his
cotemporarles have been forgotten, and comet
proudly down to the present time without find
ing a rival beside whoso fame Its glory shall be
dimmed. In tbe work of interior decoration it
is a question if anyone ever became so quickly
famous as did Owen Jones, and among the
great painters of the present day wa hare
Bnrne Jones and Bolton Jones, whose names
and works are known to all art connoisseurs,
and even to those whoso only knowledge of art
is forced upon them through the Incidents of
everyday life.
The value of drapery as a means of hiding
defects and beantfying a home is something
that it not as generally understood and appre
ciated as it might be; not that there is an In
sufficiency of scarfs, tidies, etc, in the average
modern dwelling, but where these things exist
tbey are most often placed were they will be
productive of the least possible amount of use
fulness, and cause the greatest inconvenience '
and annoyance. To bang a scarf over the hand
somest piece of furniture In the room helps
very little in covering the weak points of its
construction, and pinning a lot of abominable
little tidies to all the chairs, adds nothing what
ever' to either appearance or comfort On the
other hand, covering, or partially covering an
unsightly mantelpiece with some Inexpensive
drapery, will add wonderfully to the general
effect of a room; an ugly staring doorway may
be half hidden and wholly altered in appear
ance by portieres, and a bars disagreeable
corner may be rendered pleasing to the sight
by means of a pretty scarf depending from a
small shelf which supports some bric-a-brao or
arucies ox nrra. i
,
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O. H. E. HUNTINGTON, Vice President Kentucky Central B. B.
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