fyirnfvgrf ESUSSi ?&" A r, , 'sflnfy i -- -.7- : . ' -J L-r PAGES 9 TO 16. THE DISPATCH PITTSBUR&, SUNDAY, AUQTJST 8, 1890. PITTSBURG SECOND PART. t 1 -AT- Beautifal Little Summer Eesorls the I Gas City Has Within Its Corporation Lines. FORESTS AKD ITI-BOUHD BOWERS. Tallejs That Enchant, Ercots That Bing , .Contentment and Bills That Over look a Busj World. ALL FOE LESS THAN HALF A DOLLAE. Hred Humanity Cin Injur Katnre's , Choicest Bocks at lie End of as' Honrt Bide. iwmmi ran thi dispatch. HEBE is such a thing us rustio life in a large citr. It is not very hard to had in Pittsburg. Yet it is undiscovered to most of the people rho are hud dled up on the delta at the junction of the three riv ers, who lire at the foot of the hills west of Thirty- third street, snd who are crowded together on the Soutbside from Limerick np to the Market Honse. To them the outskirts and environs of Pittsburg are as unexplored country. Tell any of these persons that by the ex penditure of from 10 to 30 cents they may take their families and enjoy a day's excur sion into the country, and they will be in credulous. "What a godsend it would be for delicate, sickly children of these thronged city haunte if their parents could be induced to take a day out in the country frequently! "Where shall we go?" they will he apt to ask. "MeKee's Bocks is now a manufactur ing center; to ride on the steamboats np the M onongahela costs money, not a large sum, it is true, but more than many persons can afford; the railioad fare for a whole family down to Alliqnippa Grove, on the Ohio, is even beyond the means of the laboring classes more than once in the season. "Where, then, can the suffocating city folk of limited means find lorests, brooks and har vest fields for a few cents?" A BOAST FEW CAK MAKE. Kow, ust look around you. Within the jctual city limits of Pittsburg there are a score of places where within ten minutes after leaving the street cars persons may find On Morningiiie Height. themselves surrounded by rural life. This city is full of surprises. Its hills hide manv beauties that they help to form. A land', scape diversified by hill and valley, river and brook, few metropolises can boast of. We can. If you are ont walking alone some morn ing this week, pay a penny toll at the Smith field street bridge; take the cars oi the Mt, Oliver Incline Plane, which will cost you 5 THE GBEAT cents; at the summit refresh yourself with a bird's-eye view of the city, and then walk ever the crest of the hill lor abont a mile. Then you can choose from several garden or farm houses where to apply for a mug of milk. Twenty-five minutes journey from the Monongahela Honse in Pittsburg has landed jou in the country Or board a West End car at the foot of Fifth avenue. Fifteen minutes' walk lrom where they stop in Temperanceville will find you stretched out on the grass beneath real forest trees of Chartiers township, or in the midst of 60-aere farms in Green Tree borough and township. That's a cheap trip. It only costs 5 cents each way, and you get to walk over either the celebrated Bteubenville or Washington pikes relics of the wagoners of Conestoga days. A TBIP OUT EAST. East of the Old City, Squirrel Hill is a domain of cornfields and farm bouses. It is easily reached by two lines of cable cars or by way of the Hazelwood electric line. The opening of Schenley Parle has done much toward revealing the charms of this rerion. Thousands of people have expressed their surprise at the wildness of Panther Hollow in the park, and the profound depths of the groves there. But they are trivial compared with the character of the country penetrated by Shady lane and Sylvan avenue. 'Along the Old Puckety Eoaa" are woods that mean woods, fields of waving pain, and cool, green dells down by the brooks. Old people have told me a good bit about the road, bnt I conld scarcelv direct J'ou to it now. I doubt whether auy'of it is eft, but the country it reached you can sow reach in these modern days of paved streets by leaving the Penn avenue or Filth avenue cable cars at their eastern termini and following Lincoln avenue, past Silver Lake, on ont toward ths hilltops for a couple of miles. Out there are still some big farms, this side ot the city hne, and not a icw grspcKruwen wua Deautilul vine yards to mace your mouth water. Alnnir . the crest of the hills here is the water shed, j OUR STAY HOMES fill mkt SI --$? vVSp"--- fij Iras 5sp55' f JEE5 r 1 r . dividing the streams that flow off to either the Allegheny or the Monongahela. On one of the peaks" near the McCombs farm a grand view of the Allegheny Valley is com manded. The windings of the river may be followed with a class from Sharpsbnrg up to Claremont, and the river itself is distant from von some three miles. So judge of the altitude there. BECAZXIXG CITT EISTOBT. One of the prettiest tramps this is sot written for those who only ride in carriages, remember that can he found in all Pitts burg is that which I discovered in an early morning ramble this week. Take a yellow car on the Penn avenue cable line. It will carry you out Butler street to the lower en trance of the Allegheny Cemetery. There get aboard one of the little horse cars which runs out through the Eighteenth ward. Your walking has not yet commenced, but you will be interested by all you see lrom the street cars. Lawrenceville is an historic old place. Its United States Arsenal, whose frowning walls and ivy-clad stone1 armories you pass, were built away back in 1812. Allegheny Cemetery, that vast city of the dead, covers over 300 acres of heavily wooded and mar vclonsly beautiful land, and numbers as its silent population probablv 60,000 dead. Close to its gate is the old English-looking mansion that was once the palatial summer residence of John Shoenberger. Further out Bntler street, out where a narrow strip of land divides it from the river, homestead after homestead is passed that is stamped with the names of some very old and cele brated families in Western Pennsylvania the Mowreys, with memories of the Indian romance that brought the property into conrt here some years ago; the Holmes, with remembrances of one of the most noble charitable women who ever blessed Pitts burg with her money; the Kiers, with re-; HIGH BK1DOE OVEB collections of the discovery of petroleum and its first use as Seneca oil; the Fosters, with tears for Steven C. Foster, who left a legacy to the world in "Down on the Suwanee Biver." LOOKING DOWIT OIT A "WOBLD. Leave the car as it wheels around the sharp curve where Butler street crosses the Sharpsburg bridge. If it is a hot day, hoist your umbrella, You cannot lose your way. Keep straight on np the river, until in abont five minutes, when you come to a road that branches off and keeps closer to the Alle gheny Valley Bailroad, Yon take the upper road. It is known as the 'Morning side road. It becomes something oflwamb, but your toil is repaid if you are a lover of nature, for in ten minutes after leaving that horse car you are ont of sight of all that would even suggest a city. The road is a mere country highway and ascends the side of a hill that is covered with woods. The slope is precipitous, and is guarded by a hand railing its whole length. The boardwalk, the railing, the many grace ful curves and the towering trees, which en tirely arch in the green canopy overhead, make the road expeedingly charming. When you are 400 feet above the river, look down. There is the whole town of Sharps burg laid at jour feet. A train on the Al legheny Valley Bailroad seems to whiz vast BEND. right under.one'i toes. The cars look like toys. Presently the road makes a sharper turn than usual a great bend, they call it and from that point, where there are not so many trees, a good view may be had of the workhouse and poorhonse at Claremont, several miles distant on the Allegheny. Only Habitation in Fixef Hollow. Keep along this road for half a mile further, and yon overlook a magnificent valley of garden farms, from which mnch product is taken to the markets of the city. A VAX.LEY 01" BABE BEAUTY. About this time you may find yourself in a quandary, for one road branches off down to Fixes Hollow, or Haight's Bun, and vou are told that a little fnrther along the; Morningside road itself ends in Stantpn avenue. Now, Stanton avenue is far-famed lor its scenery, especially Between tne fle- serted old rer-al Schenley mansion andthe rvitrA l..ivht. nf Alfophenv fVTTiMnrV- You Mat to see it mil, yet jpa are told yoa- 'i mFmSmHa Wmmm will never regret an exploration of Haight's Bun. Take my advice and go to the Schenley House when you have more time, and on this outing try the low gradaroute to the country rustio beauties which lay within the city limits. Of course it is rough work clambering down that hillside which lays between the Morningside road and the cool, shady depths of Fixes' Hollow, but bless you wherever you go in the country you must always expect to climb fences and slip on the banks ol moss. It wouldn't be the wild, free, open country unless yon did. And , 1 ) Wh're Jforntngside Lovers Walk. more's the wonder that yon find them in the very city itself. There are few glades or hollows in the Allegheny Mountains which surpass this Height's Bun for its wildness. The oaks, elms, hemlock and even the Jaurel, wall its two sides solid with a HAIGHT'S BUJf. tangled mass of ornature. The hollow stretches from the edge of East Liberty down to the Allegheny river. If you are returning to the city take the latter direc tion. Yon will meet lots of picnic parties in small squads, for Haight's has a great reputation for recreation for picnickers. They get their supply of milk from the only human habitation in the lower end of the holIow. The brook that flows down this hollow is pretty nearly dry now on account of the dry weather, but the mossy rocks are all the prettier for their exposure. A BEAUTIFUL FAHOBASlA. Presently you get a glimpse of a wild, rugged gap in the hills ahead. It is a typical mountain view. The next moment and you can again see the glistening water of the Allegheny river. O ver the end of the Haight's run hollow the city has built an iron bridge. It is over 120 feet high and four times as long. Morningside avenne crosses this bridge and so does the huge Butler street main pipe line which supplies all Lawrenceville with water lrom the High land reservoir, which, by the way, may be seen from any point of the hollow towering in the north like a rounded mountain. Pass ceneath this bridge and you emerge on the tracks of the Allegheny Valley Bail road at the spot where Pittsburg planted her great water-pumping engines. While you are waiting on a train, go down into the pits of these mechanical giants. Get aooaro an Allegheny Valley Bailroad train at Brilliant station, and it will carry vou six miles to the Union depot in 20 minutes. Your expenses for a trip into the real country will then be as follows: Fare on cable cars to Lawrenceville.... Scents Fare on horse carsin Eighteenth ward.. 5 cents Glass of milk In Haight's Hun 3 cents Bailroad fare from Brilliant station nome .". 20 cents T011 33 cents L. E. SlOBTEIi. DUELS OF GEBMAH STUDEtTrS. They Are Usually Abont as Harmless oi Baseball, bnt Not Always. Illustrated American. The usual length of the duel among the German students is ten minutes for fresh men, and a quarter of an honr for seniors, unless an artery is cut. Then the fight comes to an end at once, if the doctor judges the wonud to be sufficiently serious, and the party who inflicts the wound is the victor. After the wounds have been dressed a re conciliation is effected; the former enemies' leave the place friends. Indeed, the duels are not often the outcome of personal ani mosity. The superfluous energy, which in England and in America is worked off in outdoor sports, in rowing, cricket, or base ball, here finds its only outlet in the duel. If these duels were always harmless, one could dismiss tbem with a laugh, as only one other form of the inevitable and even enviable folly of youth. But, unfortunate ly.there is another side to the picture. Some times the duel is the result of a deep and deadly hatred, and then it is fonght out even to the death. The comparatively harmless Schlager is discarded, and in its place the pistol or the saber is substituted. No silly child's play here, but grim and wicked earnest. . A CLEAR EAILB0AD. Rot a Scrap of Paper Allowed aa the Boston and Albany Tracks. Boston Heraldyi The Boston and Albany Bailway from Boston to Worcester is about as fine a re buke to careless housekeepers as can be read by those who run. Not a scrap of paper, not a twig even, dares fall along the lines, orif they do, they are quickly re moved, as is every other trace ot rubbish. Walls,feuces, the shrubbery by all the way stations all bear evidence of that immacu late keeping which the big road believes in and maintains at the cost of eternal vigil ance, not to mention the greater expense of dollars and cents. .People who haye travelled in England and on ths continent are wont to deride the appearance ol American railways, but much has been learned irom loreign systems, and it cannot be admitted now that our com panies are behind in the structure or the ap pearance of these arteries of travel. The Boston and Albany railroad has some of Boston's most prized suburban towns strung like beads on its iron threads, and it is as much to the advantage of real estate owners aa it is to the pockets of the stockholders that this high standard if so admirably pre- served. QUEENS WHO SMOKE. Tobacco One of the Favorite Hand maidens of Royal Ladies." EMPRESS ELIZABETH OP AUSTRIA Consumes Forty Cigarettes a Day, and It Doesn't Hart Her a Bit. PEEP AT THE VICE QUEEN OP TURKEY IWKlTl'jm YOB TRB DIBrATCH.1 The crusade against the use of tobacco during the past three centuries has been preached in vain. The consumption of the soothing herb first brought to Europe by gallant Sir Walter Baleigb, far from show ing any signs of falling off, increases every year. Nor is the use thereof restricted to men. The fair sex, whose nerves are mnch more highly strnng, and whoso hearts throb half as quickly again, are finding that the weed first dedicated to England's virgin Queen is infinitely more effective and in noxious as a sedative than either chloral or morphine. It is true that in the United States the prejudice against smoking still remains, and there is a tendenoy to regard those who indulge in the habit as "fast" and even immoral. . But it is different in Europe. There, not only the women of the most blue-blooded aristocracy, but also a vast majority of the Empresses, Queens and Princesses of the world, rest in the conviction that life bears a more beautiiul aspect when seen through the opalescent clouds of fragrant smoke that issue from their delicate mouths. Empress Elizabeth of Austria smokes from 30 to 40 Turkish and Bnssian cigarettes a day, and it has been for many years her inveterate custom to pufl after dinner at a strong Ital ian cigar one of those with a straw running horizontally through it and which is brought to her with her cup of Turkish coffee every evening, already lighted, on a gold salver. STROKES AS SHE VOEBS. She says herself that smoking soothes her nerves and that whenever she feels "bine" a cigar or a cigarette will do more than any thing else to cause her to see things in a happier light. Spending much of her time in studies of a serious nature she is a per fect Greek and Latin scholar and in writ ing, she smokes almost continually whilst thus engaged. On her writing table are always to be found a large silver box of repousse work, filled with cigarettes, a matchbox of carved Chinese jade, and a ca pacious ash-receiver made of the hoof of a favorite hunter, which broke its spine over a black tborn hedge several years ago, dur ing one of the autumn meets at Schloss Gedelle in Hungary. The empress cansed the handiouie mare's hoof to be mounted in silver in the form of ash-receivers, and gave one to the Emperor, the other constituting always part and parcel of her dressing case wherever she goes. Almost mechanically does Her Majesty light cigarette after cigarette, as she sits at work in her great writing room at Gedelle, which is fitted up with carved oak panels and Gobelin tapestries, the somewhat sombre hue of the walls being relieved here and there by trophies of the chase. Anyone who has the opportunity of examining closely the slender, white hand of the Im perial lady will certainly have noticed a faint yellow stain on the first and second fingers of the left hand caused by the cigarette. hasn't dulled heb bbaix. But this is assuredly the only deleterious effect which "may be 'said to have resulted from her us? of tobacco. Certainly Eliza beth's brain has not been dulled, nor has her marvelous beauty been impaired by nicotine. For she still remains not onlv one of the loveliest, but also one of the most quick-witted, spirituelle and intellectual women of the age. Seen riding home in the evening from a meet at Gedelle, or Beated at her writing table, the contours of her matchless figure shown to perfection by the plain black, tailor-made gown that consti tutes her customary dress, who is there who wonld venture to assert that there is the slightest trace of vulgarity in the cigarette so daintily held between the first and second fingers ot her ungloved left hand. The Czarina of Bussia, whons likewise one of the vassals of King Nicotine, smokes in a somewhat more indolent, and one might sav Oriental fashion. Stretched on the silken cushions of a broad low divan, at Gatcbnia, she follows dreamily with her beautiful dark eyes, the rings of blue smoke that her crimson lips part to send upward into the perfumed air of her boudoir, a bou doir which she calls her "den," and which is copied from one of the loveliest rooms of the Albanibra, with palms in cleisone vases, raising their green banners against the cor- geouj colors and diapered gold of the walls. DRIVES DULL OABE ATTAY. Heavy hearted and anxions as the charm ing Sovereign of all the Bnssias often is, her mind filled with gruesome fears of a cruel death for those she loves best, she finds in the cigarette her greatest solace; and she spends many an hour, ber small patrician head crowned by its wealth of brown braids, reclining among the gold embroidered pillows of hercoucb, sending little clouds of smoke upward to the ceiling, and sipping exqnisite caravan tea at $40 a ponnd. The latter is brought to her in a service made by the goldsmiths of the Deccan, who provide work beside which all the best that Europe can furnish appears clumsy, vulgar and inartistic. Queen Marguerite of Italy is another of the royal ladies who see no harm in the use of tobacco, and the coquettish way in which can only be compared with the unequaled grace with which an Andalusian belle is wont to dally with her fan. Her flashing black eyes look laughingly through the fragrant clouds of smoke emitted from her mouth, which looks like the half open bud of a pomegranate, and she is wont to declare that her cigarette is mors essential to her comfort than anything else in life. King Humbert, who is still as much in love with his charming consort as on the day when, 21 years ago, he first brought home to the royal palace at Turin the lovely daughter of the Duke of Genoa, delights in smoking his cigar in her company, and oertainly prefers that he should be allowed to join hi wife in a postprandial cigarette rather than to be relegated, as are so many other husbands, to a distant smoking room and to temporary exile from so lair a presence. " A KINO LIGHTS HEB CIGABETTE. Christine, Queen Begent of Spain, is a great advocate of tobacco. She consumes a large quantity ot Egyptian cigarettes, and mere is notning tnai ner little "Uubi," His Most Catholic Majesty, King Alphonso XIIL. enjoys more than when his mother permits him to strike a match and apply the flame to the end of her cigarette. When thus engaged the little fellow laughs merrily and indulges in all sorts oi antics, like a light-hearted little monarch that be is, his dimpled shoulders ns yet unburdened by the cares and anxieties of his lofty station. His Holiness Pope XIIL at any rate does not consider the use of tobacco as a vice; else he would scarcely have conferred tbe Golden Bose on so inveterate and confirmed votaries of tbe weed aa Queen Christina and the ex-Crown Princess ot Brazil. Indeed, there is every reason to believe that, like many other enlightened spirits, he regards tbe objection to cigarettes as being mere smoke after all. The smoking paraphernalia of the beauti ful and voluptuous looking ex-Queen Nathalie, of Servia, is ol the most elaborate and magnificent description, while the poet OnHn ftf Ttjinm.nl' m wail VnAVTI ttl til. I literary world under the p-uedosym of I "Carmen Sylva," is content with a gold cigarette case suspended to her chatelaine. NEABLT ALL SMOKE. The Comtesse de Paris, the Queen de jure of France, is addicted to mild Havanas of delicious flavor, and ber daughter, Queen Amelia of Portugal, is a source of consider able fortuno to the manufacturers of Bus slan cigarettes at Dresden. All the Bussian grand duchesses and most of the imperial arch ducbes.es oi Austria, including Marie Therese, Elizabeth and Clotbilde smoke to their hearts' content and in the most public manner, and their example is followed by nearly all of the royalty. Neither of the Empresses of Germany nor the Qneen of Saxony nor yet the Grand Duchess of Baden are known to use tobacco in any form, and If either Queen Emma of Holland or the Queen of Sweden indulge in an occasional cigarette for the purpose of soothing their sorely-tried nerves they do so in private. Queen Victoria has an intense horror of smoking, and it is strictly prohibited at Windsor Castle, at Balmoral and at Os borne. This is, indeed, one of tbe main reasons why the visits of the Prince of Wales to his anrust mother are so brief, and so few and far between. For the heir ap parent to the English throne is so little ac customed to self-denial, and so fond of smoking, that he is scarcely ever to be seen for an hour together without a cigar or a cigarette between his lips, and cannot bear to go Jor any length of time without it. Of his sisters only the Princess Louise, Marchioness of Lome, smokes, but both his wife and his daughters, especially Princess Maud, are accustomed to indulge in a cigar ette when in their morning room at San dringham or Marborough House, with Miss Bessie Knellys. OBIENTAIi SPLENDOR. i It is in the Orient, however, that smoking has been developed into a fine art De barred from all the social pleasures and active mode of life of their European sisters, the ladies of the Zenana ore restricted to gossip, coffee and tobacco. Nowhere else in the world are these three things brought to such a standard of perfection. A fair idea of the importance attached thereto by Turk ish women of high rank may be obtained by a visit to the harem of the Khedive of Egypt at the Ismailia Palace on the banks ot the Nile. The audience chamber of His Highness' only wife is a casket fit for a jewel. The furniture is of ivory and mother of pearl, and the hangings of silvery satins, embroidered with pale roses and violets in silk and silver thread. The ceiling and woodwork are painted with groups of flowers, and the glass in the windows is milk-white, irhile the floor Is covered with thick white Aubusson rugs, strewn with a design of rose leaves and buds. Here lying back on a low velvet divan is the Vice Queen, smiling her welcome to the approaching visitor. She is still ex tremely beautiful, although a little too short. Her face is brilliant and lovely like a Titian or a Bubens, her eyes are very large, dark and velvety, full ot the slum berous fires of tbe Orient, her scarlet lips are like a double camellia petal and her skin of tbe warm, creamy whiteness of a tea rose. She is generally clothed in white silken tissues cut a' l'Enropeene with a great profusion of marvelous lace and a per fect shower of pearls and diamonds glitter ing on ber hair, on her white bosom, en circling her wrists and covering her small, plump hands. DIAMONDS AND DIAMONDS. Diamonds sparkle everywhere, the to bacco box which lies on a low inlaid table near the Vice Queen, is studded with them. The inkstand and penholder which adorn her vernis-mart writing desk and all ablaze with splendid gems, Her Highness' slippers are thickly sewn with brilliants, and more jewels form monograms on all the dainty knicknaeks which surround her, from her gold footstool to her powder box and tortoise shell hand-glass. On her left heart the Vice Queen wears a miniatnre of her hnsband, framed with huge diamonds and rubies, and around her waist is a broad bard of the same stones to which is suspended a fan of- snowy ostrich feathers, its handle encrusted with pearls, emeralds and sapphires. In spite of all this profusiou of jewelry, there is nothing discordant or loud in the Sovereign's appearance. The Oriental nature of tbe luxury, is in perfect keeping with her Oriental style of beauty, and the setting is in absolute harmony with the great brilliancy of tbe picture she presents. She always rises most graciously from her couch and extends her band to "the visitor for the "biise-main reglementaire," and during the course of the audience she talks both pleasantly and cleverly about the topics of the day, with which she is thor oughly cognizant! Soft-footed Blaves hand round tiny jeweled cups filled with a Ira grant beverage which in bo way resembles the brown mixture that we in our ignorance tre pleased to call coffee, and the Vice Queen herself offers her guests some rose scented cigarettes. The Vice Queen herself frequently smokes a naughile (water pipe). This suits her style ot beauty even better than the more prosaical cigarette. The Khedive presented his wife with a naughile of great mag nificence. The bowl is of engraved rock, crystal mounted in chased gold, fashioned in' the form of a lotus flower. The tube is concealed bv a deftly-wronght network of pink silk and gold thread, while the amber mouth piece and gold platean are one mass of sparlding jewels. Makquise db Kebgoet. Formerly lady in waiting to the Empress of Austria. Copyright bj Henry B. McDowell. A HEW SWINDLE. It May be Pretty Bard to Work, but It Cer tainly Haa Novel Features. Jeweler's Weekly. A new scheme to victimize retail jewelers has been devised in New York. A young man enters a jewelry store, and after push ing his elbow through the showcase begins to apologize to the owner for the alleged ac cident and argues that tbe glass must have been very thin. ' When he proiesses the ut most sorrow for the occurrence tbe jeweler demands reimbursement for bis loss, bnt the man claims he has no money with which to pay. As he speaks the victim notices a $20 bill peeping from the stranger's pocket, and in an instant Jiaa snatched it and is banding the man 17 in change, saving as he does so that he has deducted $3 for the damage. Tbe swindler appears satisfied and leaves the store with a sorrowful expression on his countenance. Presently the jeweler takes another look at his cash, and then discovers that the bill he has taken was one of (3 raised to 20. This game was recently successfully oper ated, and when arrested the swindler claimed that he had committed no crime, aa the bill had been taken from his pocket. BEIGAHDAGE IN SICILY. A Millionaire Banker Who Got Off With Hla Ufa and Money Too, Brigandage still exists in Sioily, but not with its old-time success. Signor Arrigo, a millionaire banter of Palermo, who was captured by brigands, has been released by his captors, alive and unmutilated, al-1 though he did not pay the ransom of $20,000 demanded. He was kept for three weeks in a damp cavern and fed on bread and cheese. His letters were written with a goose-feather dipped into the juice ot mulberries, and were always detained by tbe brigands until they could find somebody able to read. Signor Arrigo's jailer was pleasant and well-behaved; but, although anxions to serve the captive banker, he declined the latter's offer of 12,000 irancs and a ticket to America for liberty, alleging that even at such a distance he would not be safe from the avenging arm of the Mafia, or whatever the society was to which the brigands belonged. ZWE Sngteited by the Warliko Demonstration! Following tbe Frnce Cong-rein, twnirrcr ion tux pisfatch. Tbe Peace Congress was In session, And the wise men sat about Discussing means and measures To blot the war-cloud out. There were powerful addresses. And essays by tbe score, The drift of which was strong against The principle of war. The spirit of the Congress Was for universal peace, " From the delegate from Asia To the man who came from Greece. "Let ns arbitrate our troubles. Give our diplomats a chance" There wasn't a dissenter, Save a party named McCance. He might have been McCarty, Or P. O'HolIohan, For he represented Dublin And be was an Irishman. He laid his stick behind him, And tousled up his hair, Attracting tbe attention Of the venerable Chair. He said he had the honor, And the pleasure, and some more, To listen to the arguments Ag-!nst tbe dogs of warr He bad seen the dove exalted, Seen tbe eagle plucked and bare, And god-like Mars a spectacle Without a spear of hair. This gentleman from Dublin, As ne spat upon tbe floor, la a wicked, quick, impulsive way Announced his wish for gore. It was really qalto ridiculous. This harmony of thought, And to emphasize the sentiment Upon his chair he got. Whatever his condition. His vials of wrath were full. And one by one he emptied tbem Upon old Johnny Bull. Sir Mutton Chop arose to speak, A Russian pulled bim down, And a man from Afghanistan Cracked the Bussian on the crows. A German sought to gain the floor, A Frenchman hauled bim hack; Then for mnsic In tbe Congress There wasn't any lack. A pions man from Glasgow, Who is leader in a kirk. Was forced by circumstances To assault a turbaned Turk, Tbe Bussian and tbe Prussian, The swarthy Portuguese, The Greek who came from Athens, And tbe Yankee, If you please, Were quickly In a tangle Like the men of Doucybrook, And erery house in London With tbe wild tumult was shook, "Let us arbitrate our troubles. Give our diplomats a chance' There wasn't an objection Till it came to this McCance; And there'll always be a fellow, Bo be Turk or Portuguese, To upset the best endeavors For universal peace. B. W. CBI3WELL. Always In tbe Season. The gravedigger doesn't have to wait for the berries to get ripe. He can .go burying most any time, .4-vV A -v. faXV-K & xi mm ? -HMSBSTM fJKgirtsx'nJJi A NOVEL DEALING- WITH COTEMPOBABY LIFE. WBITTEN TOE THE DISPATCH. BY WILLIAM BLACK, Author of "A Princess of Thule," "Sunrise," and Many Other Stories of the Highest deputation on Two Continents. SYNOPSIS OP PREVIOBS CHAPTEttS. The story opens at Piccadilly with aged George Betbune and his granddaughter. Malsrle oa their wy to the residence of Lord Musselburgh. The old gentleman Is of a noble Bcotch bouse and claims to have been defranded of bis property rights. Now be is encaged In preparing for tbo publication of a volume ot Scotch-American poetry, and bis errand to .Lord Uusselbarg is to procure assistance from him. Malsrle Is jnst budding Into womanhood and feels humiliated when ber grandfather accepts 50 from Lord Musselburz. On tbe waj home she asks her grand father when be will begin the work. She receives an evasive answer which evidently convince her that her grandfather is not in earnest. At last she begs ber grandfather to allow ber to earn a living tor the two. He refuses in his proudest vein. Intimating that people should feel highly honored to hare the opportunity to assist the family of Betbune of Ealloray. Malsrie's mind i evidently made up to take some independent course. Young Vin. Harris overheard ths con versation at Lord Musselbnrg's residence and became strangely interested in the young glrL He had been trained for a brilliant political career; bis father is very rich and given to Social, litic Ideas. Via. Is still studying and finds an excuse in tbe Interruptions at his father's bouse to secure a suite of rooms just across the street from Malsrie's home. He has on annt who is just now busy impressing him with tbe importance of securing an American wife for himself. At his rooms he is greatly touched by Maisrle's tones on tbe rlolin. and straightway he secure a piano on which he answers ber plaintive notes. This at last leads to a formal introduction of the young people. At a dinner Mrs. Ellison again urgts Vin. to marry, intimation tbt should he marry a lady of her approval the bride should not be wltbont a liberal dowry. Viu.'s father wishes bim to become private secretary to Joslab Ogden, a politician who plays to the masses Vin. Is shocked at the proposal. In returning a call of George Bethune, Via. has the pleasure of an evening In Maisne's company. CHAPTEB V. QU' MON CCEUB EN MABIAGE. When Maisrie Bethune and her grand father returned home after the little dinner at the restaurant she went npstairs to her own room, while he proceeded to summon the landlady's husband from the lower deeps. Forthwith the pallid-faced and nervous-eyed Hobson appeared, and he seemed to be more obsequious than ever toward the great man who had deigned to patronize his humble literary efforts, and had even got some of his verses printed in the Edinburgh Weekly Chronicle. "Very hot evening, sir yes, sir would you like me to go and fetch yoa a little ice, sir," said he, in his eager desire to please. "No trouble, sir, if agreeable to you re markably hot for June, sir theaters doing nothing, sir only the ballet; you see, sir, tbe young ladies have so little on that they look cool and airy-like, and I suppose, sir, that's why the ballet Is so popular yes, sir, my brother-in-law, the theatrical agent" "Look here, Hobson," Mr. Bethune ob served, as if he had not heard a word, "you have, no doubt, noticed a young gentleman who occupies rooms over th'e way?" Oh, yes, sir a very handsome young man," he answered or rather, what he actually did say was "awerry ensome young men." "I have just made his acquaintance," TUT. GAVE A SIH2TEB Mr. Betbnne continued, in his lofty man ner, "and naturally I should like to know something more of him, though I could not be guilty of tbe rudeness of asking him questions about himself. For example, I should be glad to know where he lives be only uses those rooms during the day, you understand; and I presume that would be a simple thing for you to ascertain discreet ly, I mean, discreetly without any imperti nent intrusion. "Ob, yes, sir," said Hobson, his dull face lighting up with pleasure at the notion of being able to do his patron a service. "Yes, yes, sir; I can find out; what more simple?" At this very moment there was the sound of a door being shut on the opposite side of the street Hobson stepped to the open window; and instantly withdrew his head again. "He has just gone out, sir I will follow bim." "But discreetly, Hobson, discreetly," was the old gentleman's final injunction, as his humble and zealous emissary departed. When Maisrie Bethune came down stairs again, she was in her ordinary dress of striped linen; and she seemed pleased with the evening's adventure; and was more talkative than usual. "It will be very pleasant for you, grand father," said she, "to have so intelligent and interesting a neighbor don't you think so? For though he is young, be seems to know everything, and to have been everywhere; and I am sure, you and he, grandfather. found plenty of things to talk abont. I have just been wondering whether it is pos sible he could have come to Toronto while we were living there. Wouldn't that have been strange? Perhaps we have passed him while we were walking along King street; ferhaps he may have come round the corner y the Bank ot Montreal when we were go ing into Yonge street and not a yard be tween usi Bnt no," she continued, mus ingly, "I bardly imagine it could have been. 'I think I should have noticed him, and remembered. Don't you think you would have noticed him, grandfather? He is not like anyone else I mean he is not tbe kind of person you wonld pass on the street without re marking I don't think you would forget. Oh, yes, I am very glad for your sake, grandfather, that you have made his ac quaintance, and I hope you will become good friends although he is young. You want some one to talk to and not that dreadful Hobson I can't bear your talking to Hobson, grandfather" "I am no respecter o9 persons, Maisrie." said the old man, pompously, "so long as people know their place, and keep it." "But that is jnst the worst of Hobson, grandfatberl" she exclaimed. "His fawn ing and cringing is so despicable. He is not a man atalL And you should tell him the truth about those verses of his, grand lather; I can't imagine bow you see anything In them" 'There have been worse there have been worse," said Mr. Bethune, with a magnani mous toleration. "And on the two occasions on which I got the Chronicle to let him see himself in print, the gratitude of the poor creature was quite pathetic. A little act of kindness -is never thrown away, Maisrie, my dear. So now you'll just get out "your ; I lil I i FAST: v -J ? RPYJTOM, violin, and for a little while we will cross the Border, and forget that we are here in the heart of this stifling London." But Maisrie begged to be excused. She said she was rather tired, aud was going off to her own room very soon. And, indeed, when she had brought her grandfather hi accustomed hot water, and sugar, and spirits, and generally made everything com fortable for him. she kissed him and bade him goodnight and went away np stairs. It was not to go to bed, however. Having lit tbe gas, she proceeded to hunt among her books until she discovered a little album entitled "Views ot Toronto;" and having spread that open on her dressing table, she drew in a chair, and, with her elbows resting on the table, and her head between her hands, began to pore over those pictures of the long thoroughfares aud the pavements and the pnblic buildings. She seemed to find the rather ill-executed litho graphs interesting so interesting that wa may leave her there with her eyes fixed in tently on the brown pages. Meanwhile Dobson bad fulfilled his mis sion, and returned with tbe address of the house into which he had seen the young; man disappear; and not only that, but ho volunteered to gain any further information, that Mr. Betbune might wish; it would be easy for him, he said, to make the acquaint ance of one of the menservants in Grosvenor place. 'Not at all not at alll" the old man made response, with an aflection of indifler ence. "I have no wish to pry. Indeed,! 'WOBTHT OI HIS 2IEA2TS. cannot say that I have any particular curi osity in the matter. Aud you need not men tion to any one that I knew even as much as that. I cannot recall now what made me asc a momentary impulse nothing of any consequence for in truth it matters little to me where tbe young man lives. Well, good night, Hobson and thank you." "Good night, sir," said Hobson, with hi eyes dwelling lingeriugly on the hot water and whisky. But he received no Invitation (for old George Bethune was more amen able to his granddaughter's remonstrances than he himself was aware) and so, with another effusive "Good night" the land lady's husband humbly withdrew. Sometimes, alter Maisrie had gone to bed, or, at least, retired to her own room, her grandfather would wander away'outin tha streets by himself. The night air was cool; there were fewer passers-by to impede hi aimless peregrinations; sheltered by the dark and tbe dull lamplight, be conld lift up his voice and sing "Loudon's bonnia woods and braes," or "Cam' ye by Athol," or "There's nae Covenant now, lassie," when be happened to be in the mood, as he generally was. And on this particular evening he sallied forth; bnt the straight forward direction of his steps showed that be had an objective point He went along' Oxford street, and down Begent street; and eventually, byway of Garrick street, Covent Garden and the Strand, reached Fleet street, where hestoppedatabuildingalmost wholly consisting of offices of country newspapers. At this time of the night the place was at its busiest a bive of industry; messengers coming and going, tne operators assidu ous at the special wires, the London correspondents constructing their letter out of the latest telegrams, with a little imagination thrown in here and there to lend color. Old George Bethune ascended to the first floor, passed into the premises) owned by the Edinburgh Chronicle Daily and Weekly) and was admitted to an inner room, where he found Mr. Courtnay Fox. Now Mr. Fox a heavy and somewhat un gaiuly person, who rolled from side to side as be crossed tbe room, and whose small blue eves twinkled behind his spectacles with a sort of easy and ready sarcasm did not like being interrupted; but, on the other hand, Mr. Betbnne was a friend, or at least a favored acquaintance of the chief proprie tor of the Chronicle, and the London corre spondent was therefore bound to be civil; so he asked the old man what he could do for him. "If you have anything for the Weekly," he observed, "you'd mnch better send it on direct to Edinburgh, instead of sending it down here. Tbat will save one postage a point which I should have thought would occur to .a Scotch mind," he added, with a bit of a half-concealed grin. "You are always girding at Scotland, Mr. Fox," George Bethune said, good naturedly. "I? Oh, not I. I'm sure no one ad mires tbe virtues of economy and frugality more than I do. That is why I am pretty certain Shakespeare must have lived in Scotland I don't mean "The rain it raineth every day' but a tanner will last you nine year.' Now bow could he have learned that money conld be made.togoso far bnt by observation of the Scotch?" "I know this," said the old man, witb. flMLtetaLd hj-la iiffrfu y-TfiWiiiirfi i -iiflB 1 I J xmmJtmmBmmtmsm&miaLULtLmmmaimM irvwr-mwiii i i m n mil .ihlum.
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