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Crewon People Hope to bo Lifted
Eigh on the Ladder of Fame by
the President's Yisit.
KOUKTAIN SCEHERY KOUHD ABOUT.
Koie of His Predecessors ETerHad Wealthier
1'elgb.boni Than Harrison Will
Hate at His Cottage,
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ft and resell Eietches of Boms ef the Bta&some
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Ceesson Bpeinos, Pa., August 16.
T is something of a lift
TN ' forthePresidenttoeome
to Cresson. At Cape
Kay Point ha was at
tea level; and in com
ing here he rises 2,500
feet. But that is noth
ing to be compared to
the lift that Cresson
also experiences. The
very fact that the Chief
Magistrate of the
United States chooses
to sojourn here awhile
raises this mountain re
sort from mediocrity to
fine. The dullness at
Cresson is proverbial; but there is less of
that desuetude this season mau ecr m.
The mere announcement that the Harrison
family intended to occupy a cottage on the
hotel grounds had a magnetio effect in fill
ing up the other cottages and jamming the
big hotel.
It gives any summer resort a certain
amount of standing to be able to say that
Presidents have sojourned there. It adds a
smack of official aristocracy and the glamour
of patriotic chivalry to the pages of a hotel
register. One of the proudest boasts of
celebrated old Bedford is ihe autographs of
several of the early Presidents who came
there by stage coach. Buchanan was the
last, and yet his picture is to be seen in all
the publio builaings of Bedlord lor that rea
son. White Sulphur Springs has the proud
distinction of being George Washington a
favorite summer sanitarium. And Deer
Park housed Arthur, Cleveland and Harri
son. In view of these facts Cresson Springs
needed a Presidental autograph very badly.
Its value will grow yearly, and ever after
ward the bosom ot the ioture Cressonite will
expasd with pride as he is able to say, "the
President used to stop here."
BCENEBY ASD DBTVXS.
In many ways the President will find
Cresson attractive. The first season here ii
always interesting on account of the newness
of two things, the superb drives which radi
ate in all directions, and the magnificent
scenery in the neighborhood ol Cresson.
Outside of these there is notning. except the
socal life in and around the hotel and in
community of cottages. For those in the
Facial -swim-tbe latter Cu attraction for say-
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eral seasons. But lor those who arenot, one
summer with its high livery bills is quite
sufficient to appreciate all the drives and
scenery.
The fine scenery is at soma little distance
from the hotel. Every day or two observa
tion cars attached to the regular Pennsyl
vania Railroad trains -carry guests at so
much per head to the picturesque precipices
of Allegrippus, which is five miles east of
Cresson, and also around the lamous Horse
Shoe Bend, which is a lew miles further on.
Frequent excursions by rail are also made
over the Bell's Gap Bailroad, some 18 miles
from Cresson. This year not a few excur
sionists nave gone away in the morning to
both the wreck of tbe South Pork dam and
Johnstown and returned in time for tea.
A ETRETCB OP LANDSCAPE.
By all odds the most wonderful view to be
obtained is from the top of the mountain
about a mile back of the hotel. It is not so
wild as the gorge down along which the
Pennsylvania Bailroad drops gradually to
Altoona, but it is inspiring from the vast
area of landscape thrown within the range
ol vision. Either walk or drive from Cres
son station back over the Hollidayaburg's
road to the village of Summit, and you may
there see many square miles of forest
crowned peaks and leafy valleys around
you. The view seems like one vast amphi
theater right in the center of which you
stand. Here the altitude is a little over
2,700 feet, and in different directions you
may see Ebensburg, which is 12 miles dis
tant: Carrollton 23 miles awav; Altoona (on
a clear day) 15 miles, and the smoke of
Hollidaysburg. It is at this point that An
drew Carnegie owns land which he original
ly bought for the site of a mountain castle.
If you want to get good trout-fishing
drive on down the other side of the moun
tain, on this same road towards Hollidays
bure. The old pike here parallels the ten
inclines and as many levels of the old
Portage Bailroad. It is a moss-grown ruin
sow and forms a most romantic promenade
with endless vistas through some remarka
bly big trees. The viadncts and other mas
onry of the old Portage are clinging with
ivy. They mate this otherwise remote
region of wildness quite charming.
BELIC8 OF THE PAST.
Many of the old phrases of Portage days
and some of the vernacular still cling to this
country. For instance, nearing HoIIidays
burg there is a little hamlet still marked on
the maps and still known by tbe pony mail
carrier as "Foot-of-Ten." This means that
it Is at the foot of incline No. 10. Bo that
If you ever get lost, as I did once, and some
little girl replies in a quick way to your
anxious inquiries as to where you are: "Foot-of-Ten,
sir," you will understand.
Perhaps the most romantic drive around
Cresson is that to Loretta and Ebensburg.
To Loretta, some eight miles, the road
passes entirely through forest The thickets
-along tbe driveway remind you more of a
pretty grove than anything else for there
are hemlocks, pine and rhododendrons in
abandance as a sort of a fencework while
through them you may see great oaks,
straight alms and the white beeches. There
are said to be prettier lichens and more
varieties of ferns in these woods than in any
other pan oi me .aiiegnenies.
A BEAT 01- LEABNIXO.
A feature that readers this drive rather
ptetaresque also is the large number of urn
.frtxteUd&uiYlMa one panes tad meets
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along the way and the priest mumbling his
prayers as his horse slowly jogs alone.
Loretta is a seat of Catholic learning, and la
one of the strongholds of that denomina
tion. There every July and August the
priests of all Western Pennsylvania hold
their '"retreat," assembling in large num
bers. Iioretta is a very interesting Place- . Be
sure to Bee the colossal tomb of Prince
Gallitzen, the Catholic pioneer of all this
mountain countrv. His old church and
Park Faint? Mountain Borne.
monastery are still standing, but after near
ly a century's use are now crumbling into
ruins. Once in Loretta yon are ont of the
woods. The drive from there to Ebensburg
is on a plateau, from which a magnificent
view may be obtained reaching on fair
days, I am told, clear to Johnstown.
Ebensburg is a quaint old town well worth
a visit any time. There are summer hotels
there, at which the President will be given
a hearty reception. There are drives from
Cresson also to the town ot Gallitzen, to
Altoona and to various other places. You
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are sure at least of pure air and pure water
everywhere!
EtJEEOtTNDED B7 PITTSBTJBPT.RH.
It has been said that no President of the
United States had wealthier neighbors than
President Harrison will have at Cresson;
and they will all be Pittsburg ers, too. Next
door to the Presidental cottage on tbe west
lives Mrs. Byron Painter, of-ther-Pittsburg
Iron family. Harry Darlington's cottage
adjoins the President's on the east. In
front and immediately across the board
walk from the President's front door is the
house of Park Painter, -which is two-thirds
roof and one-third cottage, but very pretty
for all that. When the Harrisons sit on
their front porch they will also look across
to tbe houses of Mark W. Watson and
James A. Chambers, the glass manufac
turers. It should be understood that there are
three rows of cottages lu the Cresson com
munity. The President's cottage is that of
Mrs. D. E. Park, ol Pittsburg, and Is in the
middle tier. Thus it is that some ot tbe
prettiest cottages are in the rear ot the tem
porary home ot the President's family.- By
all odds the largest and handsomest cottage
on the ground is that of B, P. Jones, the
iron man, back and to the westward ot the
President's cottage. Others of the rich cot
tagers who will only be able to look into
Harrison's kitchen windows are A. E. W.
Painter, Mrs. Thomas Carnegie John H.
Dalzell and the Jewetts. The Thaw cottage
this year is not occupied. Mrs. D. A. Stew
art, of Pittsburg, owns a very imposing
residence at the western end of the tier in
which the President is to reside.
ILEAL TIME KEGULATIOJTB.
These cottages were all built on the condi
tion that the occupants take their meals in
the hotel. So while there are calls, "at
homes," receptions and encbre parties in the
various cottages, the hotel is the center of
gaiety because all the families are compelled
to come together there. The interiors of
most cottages are magnificently furnished.
All that refined desire oould wish and
wealth produce are combined in their orna
ture. The occupants bring very little with
them in the summer. The furniture, car
pets, pictures and bric-a-brac remain there
B. F. Jones' Coltagi.
all the year round. They are virtually sum
mer residences, and the name cottage is a
misnomer for two-thirds of them. Tbe
buildings owned by Mr. Jones and Mrs.
Stewart cannot easily be surpassed at either
Cape May or Atlantic City.
Tbe cottage which the President is to oc
cupy is not one of tbe handsomest on the
grounds. It was first built on a miniature
plan and was afterward added to from year to
yea to answer increased demands for room.
The'front shows only a single story, while
on the side and rear it is a two-story struc
ture. In this way the building becomes
long and rambling, rather than compact and
symmetrical.
INSIDE TBS COXTAQE.
This has led to a rather curious arrange
ment of rooms inside. All inconveniences
are, however, counter balanced by tbe solid
furniture, pretty hangings and beautlul
ornaments with which tbe house Is filled.
A piazza surrounds the honse on all sides.
Baby McEee's three play rooms are in the
rear end of the cottage. They were origin
ally built by Mrs. Park for her grand
children, the little sons and daughters of
Mrs. Fred Leech,. of Pittsburg.
A more cheering picture is hard to
imagine than the Interior of these eottages
at night time. Open hearth places, blazing
with wood fni, suke the fBmiudiflf
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THE PITTSBURG DISFATCH.
glow. And the ruddy lient shines out of
the windows. Nights on the mountain tops
are always cool, and would be uncomfort
able without plenty of kindling wood and a
pair of blankets for each bed.
This is a successful season at Cresson.
The hotel is crowded and can accommodate
but a few more guests. L. E. Stofiel.
HOW MTXLIOEAIEES STABT.
Fact In Brief About tbs Boyhood Employ
ments orWelNKnown men.
.tfew Tork "World.
. If the authors of the Declaration of Inde
pendence, who first asserted that "all men
were born free and equal," could gaze up
and down the vistas of New York life to
day they would find ample justification oi
their doctrine. Henry Villard, whose ups
and downs leave bim'a power in the North
ern Pacific Bailroad, earned his first money
as a reporter. Austin Corbin worked on
his father's farm in Vermont for his first
dollar. Collis P. Huntington began his
career as a small merchant in this city when
he was IS years old. Calvin S. Brice's first
labor was over law books in a country law
office in Ohio.
Daniel Dougherty, the silver toagued
orator, made his first bit of money handling
the ribbons over his father's 'bus teams on
Arch street, Philadelphia. Eugene Kelly,
now a banker worth $5,000,000, earned his
passage to this countrv by driving a jaunting-car
in his native place, County Tyrone,
Ireland.
Vice President Levi P. Morton was as a
boy a clerk in a village drygoods store, and
aided his father, a poor clergyman, with a
goodly Bhare of his 57-a-wepk salary. Bus
sell Sage was taught frugality in his broth
er's grocery store at Troy, N. Y. Henry
Clews' early life was spent as a porter in a
woolen house at $3 a week. August Bel
mont began his career in a counting house.
Budolph Aronsou was an enthusiastic
devotee of music in his youth and earned a
dollar or two out of it Augustiu Daly was
originally a newspaper man. John Stetson
a professional athlete. Tony paBtora clown.
Harry Miner a policeman. Managan Ham
morstein a clgarmaker. Manager John A.
McCaulI ran away from Mr. St. Mary's
HtiTan TCmniiitihnro. Md.. to become a
sergeant in theTConfedera'te'irjoij al-the'age
oris years.
Chauncey M. Depew rose to his present
unique position from a law office. He was
admitted to the bar in 1858. Jay Gould, it
is well known, was a surveyor and school
teacher in Delaware county. Ex-Mayor
William B. Grace was a butcher in Callao,
Peru, until be became a ship chandler.
William H Vanderbilt remained on his
father's farm until he was 30 years old,
when the old Commodore pnt him in train
ing for a railroad career. Lawyer and Sec
retary of the Navy Benjamin F. Traey was
a farmer's bov, and one with mighty poor
prospects at that He dropped farming and
taught school daytimes, studyinelaw nights.
Erastus Wiman made his first money as a
newsboy when only 9 years old.
TICKLING A TK0TJT.
Haw to Fool the Big Fat Win Fellows That
Won't Take a Hook.
New York Bun.l
Most men are content to take trout with
rod, reel and line, but now and then one
becomes expert in catching them with his
naked hands. A trout is queer in some
ways. He loves to be tickled, and when a
man comes along that can tickle him in a
delicate and pleasing style he does uot
mind being caught Dennis P. Bich, of
Shelton, can tickle a trout engagingly, and
is also one of the most skillful men with a
rod in the State.
As the shrewd Dennis strolls along
a brook, rod in hand, now and then he dis
covers in a long black reach of still swampy
water or in the dnsky pool under a highway
bridge a Bage old trout who has grown big
and fat there, monarch of the whole watery
domain about him. It is idle to toss a fly
or ground bait to the wise old chap, for he
has seen that done a hundred times and he
actually winks his eye at green fishermen as
he lazily edges away an inch or so every time
a cast is made and lets the bait go by.
Bat Mr. Bich has a trick that is new to
them. He just lies down on his stomach
stealthily on the hank, and then, as slowly
as if he were a black log slipping down the
bank, he worms himself into tbe streim.
Then with infinite caution and noiselessly
his long naked arm glides almost imper
ceptibly into the' sluggish current, slowly,
steadily creeping toward the big fish's tail.
Tbe great trout does not know what tbe
singular thing is, and his curiosity is
titillated, while tbe movement is not violent
enough to alarm him. At last the fingers of
Dennis Bich's hand touch the big fellow,
and that first touch of the electric human
fingers settles the business for the fish; it is'
all ver with him. The fingers glide
slowly around and then along the trout's
body till they encircle him at the gills;
then' they close with lightning swiftness and
steel-like grip; there is a sudden flirt on the
part of the fisherman, and the big fellow is
tossed ont on the bank, palpitating and
wondering how in the world he got there.
The sort of performance described is
called tickling a trout, and even the men
that do it believe that tbe trout succumbs to
his overweening love for being tickled, and
that alone. But it is hypnotism, likely as
not
tttr BIGGEST GAME FISH.
A New York Ilccord Breaker Who Stnft?
Ills Trophies as Proof.
Apropos of fish. The heaviest sport fish
ing that Newport has known for a long
while has been done this season by Mr. Jghn
G. Heckscher, of New York, says the
r7orId. Mr. Heckscher ssorns anything
under a 60-pound bass, and he has landed
several monsters since the season opened.
Every exceptionally fine one he has
skinned, stuffed and mounted, to add to his
collection, which contains the biggest speci
mens of tarpon, bass, salmon and other
game fish ever killed in America by a sin
gle sportsman. The more moderately pro
portioned fish are stuffed without the for
mality ol flaylhg and mounted on a dinner
table for the benefit ef Mr. Heckscher's
friends,
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PITTSBURG, SUNDAY,
A BIG RUSH IN ART.
Scenes at the Paris Salon on the
Last Day For EeceMn?.
BARB AHTICS OP THE STUDENTS.
Hot Barah Brown, the Famous Model,
Soles as Queen of the Hour.
THE POLICE 07 THE CITI KEPT BUS!
cosxxsroxBEircs or the dispatch.!
Pabis, August 8.
N the art students'
calendar one of the
red letter days here
is the last day for
receiving pictures
for the Salon at the
immense building
of the Palais de
1'Indnstrie on the
Champs Elyses.
The majority of the
paintings, of which
1 7,000 are received
each year, are sent
in on this day, as
the artist generally
likes to keep his
masterpiece by him
until the last minute to receive the criti
cisms of his acquaintances and add some
more finishing touches. Prom 1 to 6 p.m.
in front of the doors for receiving me vv
uresa motley crowd of art students and
models collects, the former of many nation
alities and recruited from the different art
schools of Paris. Their numbers are also
augmented by a sprinkling of artists, princi
pally those who are on the lorder line of
art studentdom and artistdom, but a man
may be an artist in another country and a
student in Paris, so high is the standard
here.
A great many of the general public, both
rich and poor, who have nothing to do, of
which class, I suppose, there are more in
Paris than in any other city of the world,
also come to see the students' antics and see
the masterpieces arrive. The queen of the
models, Sarah Brown, the most famous
model in Pans, is sure to be there each year
in a charming toilette, surrounded by her
student court This year she was true to
her custom, and in spite of her life of gayety
and dissipation, she looked as fresh and be
witching as in the previous year and sported
a very chio spring toilette. Her fignre
would have delighted the soul ofBubens,
she has the grace and bearing of a queen
and her hair falls below her knees.
BOW TBB PICTXJBES COME. ,
The pictures arrive in all sorts of convey
ances. The scene at the door with dray
men, policemen, artists, students and
painters struggling with immense sections
of frames and colossal canvases is a sight
never to be forgotten. The frames for the
large paintings are carried to the salon in
sections and finished on inside the build
ing. But if the scenes at the door were lively
that on the inside was a regular bedlam.
The orders to let nobody in but those who
had business were very strict but still many
got in who had very little business
but to guy the paintings and their authors.
Tbe firet thing that met the eye was im-
.) tst halntlnM variolar! nlftnif fri
waDs-'oTT'ibo-duJtv floors. A muUitucfeoV
porters in white mouses, oiue paniaioons
and peaked caps were rushing wildly amid
a chaos of paintings and sliding them along
the floor as if they were bo much lumber.
There was as much risk of getting run into
as in a big railroad yard in America. There
was also an utter disregard for the beautitnl
gold frames, as I saw many of them ruth
lessly mutilated and even some of the can
vases had daylight let through them. A
crowd collected immediately inside the door
and cheered on sight each picture as it hove
into sight,
JlS aetist bold.
On picture which I remember came in for
a veritable ovation and I have no doubt it
will create a big sensation in the near luturei
The painter, Charles Caitellaai, is "one of
the most famous panorama paiuters in
France. At the commencement ol the late
exposition when this panorama of Taut
Paris (all Paris) was ready to open its doors
he recived iutimatiou from the Government
The Artist' t Nightmare.
to efface the portrait of Geueral Bnulanger
which 'appeared in the pauorama among the
notables of Paris, or otherwise the panorama
wonld not be allowed to be opened. After
a good deal of parley on both sides the
portrait ot the brave General was at length
effaced. But Mr. Castellani nursed his
grudge against the Government and as one
oi its members, M. Oonstans, Minister of
the Interior, bears the soubriquet of saucas
sou (sausage) M. Castellani seized this fact
for his revenge. He painted for the salon
an immense canvas of still life, 6 leet.by 4,
the most promiaent object being an immense
Lyons sausage, tbe city from which M. Con
stans hails from.
The sausage in question was ten times
larger than life, and reposed on 10,000,000
fraoes, in notes and gold, whieh also carries
its story, obviously referring to some shady
history in the Minister's career. In the
background an Indian god is laughing
boisterously. The picture was carried pub
licly into the Saloo, and the artist, already
famous, is muoh talked about at present,
and even though be does not get his paint
ing into the Salon he shall have succeeded
in getting himself advertised.
TTXTPIlttSBBD MABTEBPIECES.
In several of the galleries I noticed a
score of artists who were still at work on
their paintings by special permission. Sev
eral of the colossal canvases were hung on
the walls to get them out of the way. But to
return to tbe crowd outside. I was very
glad to get awaj from tbe noise, dust and
confusion into the street Tbe "gang" by
this time, 8 P. It., was largely augmented
and at the height of their hilarity. One of
their chief diversions in tbe intervals of
cheering at the arriving pictures, was to
form a ring with Sarah their queen in tbe
center and dance around her. They also
tried this on the passersby, but in one case
came to grief with an indignant female, who
broke her umbrella over their heads.
The nollfa ruined in when they endeav
ored to circle another female, and arrested
Barah and four of the students, including a
Canndiea who has the reputation 6f being
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the quietest fellow in the quarter, and who
was only ' quietly looking on. Another
American who Was laughing was grabbed
by a policeman and asked if he was laugh
ing at the majesty of the law. Of course
he replied, no. The students then com
menced to mimic the police and make mock
arrests, and it is needless to say the police
were boiling over. All the passers-by, es
pecially the rich equipages of luxury with
their pompons coachmen and footmen, came
in for a good deal of badinage from the
crowd.
TBB BKMABKS PASSED.
The remarks on the paintings as they ar
rived were spicy and highly original. When
a painting by a well-known proressor came
by all the students uncovered and presented
arms with their umbrellas and sticks.
"I think that picture wonld look better
from the other side!" ''Winter! That's not
snowl" "The milkman only Upset his cart
in the streetl" "There goes a man with his
miniature on a drayl" "I have eaten well,"
referring to the portrait of a man with his
hands contentedly clasped over bis stomach,
etc., etc., were specimens of the raillery of
tbe good humored band of students.
Toward 6 o'clock the pictures eot thicker
and thicker, but the administration gives a
half hour's grace for the tardy, but still a
wild-eved individual may be seen rushing
along with his chef d'eeu'vre at 630 P. M. to
find the doors shut against him.
A most laughable affair was arranged by
two of the students of the Julian Academy.
Hiring a cab a little farther up the Champs
The Zatt Man.
Elysees they whipped up to the salon in
great haste, got out about 20 yards from
the door amid the cheers of their compan
ions, one holding a canvas and running
qnickly backward toward the entrance,
while his mate with dishevelled hair and
frantio look still painted away at his mas
terpiece. This was a good take-off on the
artist pressed for time.
THE MODEL PBEB AGAIN.
At 6:30 Sarah and her four companions,
who were all arrested, were seen coming
around the corner, having been liberated by
the police, and their appearance was tbe
signal for a wild ovation. The whole
business then rushed to the nearest cafe
singing and shouting with Sarah at their
head. Inside they monnted on tbe table,
made speeches, sang and in general con
ducted themselves more in character with a
lunatio asylum than with a Parisian cafe.
Tables were upturned, glasses broken, but
tbe cafe proprietor takes this as one of the
rearly risks of his business and says
nothing. After paying tbe score the
students pushed out to the Avenue
of the Champs Elysees took possession
of the first dray that came along paid the
driver handsomely, putSaran into the dray,
and as mauxAf the, students as could find
standing room piled in. Two of tbe stu
dents held umbrellas over the horses' heads,
while two others bestradled the animals.
The remainder fell into line and marched
behind the dray, singing, danciog and
shouting as usual. They paraded up and
down the Champs Elysees several
times until stopped by the police.
They then marched to the Place
de la Concorde, and there took pos
session of an open cab, put Sarah inside
with three of the students, one being an
American. They paraded around the his
toric Place de la Concorde in the same style
as on the Champs Elysees until, as before,
stopped by the ubiqutious cops.
BOUND TO HAVE PUN.
Nothing daunted, Sarah headed the pro
cession on foot, and thns tbey marched along
the quays with the usual programme of
singing and shouting. Those in the front
rank pressed their hanndkerchlefs into use
as flags. Mnnyot the good folks along tbe
route wondered what was up, or perhaps
thought another Commune was on the
eve of starting. The cortege marched along
until it came to the square in front of the
Palais de Mazarin, better known as tbe
Institnte de France, the home of the 40 im
mortals. Sarah was then installed on tbe
pedestal of the statue of the Goddess of
Liberty. The stndents formed a ring around
her, and reciting a harangue on things in
general, especially on the indignity which
she was subjected to in being arrested by
the minions ot the law.
After the harangue was oyer they joined
hands, danced around Sarah and the goddess
until tired, singing choice collections of pa
triotic airs, including someBoulangist ones.
A parting drink at Mere Moneas, a resort
well-known to Parisian art students, and
the day's tun ended. A number of Sarah's
most intimate friends took her to dinner at
their favorite restaurant, where, I have no
doubt, tbey enjoyed themselves to their
heart's content in the court of the Queen ot
the Models. De Wolfe Scanlan.
EHPEB0B FBEDEBICE?S VOICE.
Prlpee Uclnrlch's Words In tbe PuonssTnpli
Recall tbo Dead Sovereign.
Mew York bun. J
When A. T. E. Wanieman, Mr. Edison's
liententant with the- phonograph, called at
Emperor William's palace at Potsdam, the
Emperor desired him to make pbonographio
record of the voices of the three little Princes,
Wilhelm, Heinrich and Adefbert The
Empress Augusta Victoria was especially
desirous ot preserving such a memento of
the childhood of the boys. Wilhelm, the
Crown Prince, is bnt 6 years old, Heinrich
is less than Sand Adalbert is a year younger.
They thought the phonograph was great
larks.
When it came to preparing the memorial
cylinders a touching incident occurred.
Wilhelm reproduces his father's disposi
tion. He is a stnrdy, vigorous little fellow,
full of determination and fire. He sang
the German national hymn into the phono
graph's faithful ear with all the vim and
patriotic ardor of which be was capable.
Then, came little Heinrich, a boy of gentle
disposition and delicate organism. He is a
genuine, whole-hearted boy just the same,
and he stood in front of the phonograph to
repeat the well-known patriotic German
poem beginning: "Ich halt elnen camera
din." The lines are lull of fire and pathos,
and the little orator put his whole soul into
them. The Empress was deeply moved
when he came to tbe lines where the roll ot
tbe drum is supposed to come in, but she
said nothing until (be phonograph repeated
them. Then her eyes filled with tears and
she turned to the Emperor with the words:
'"That is the Emperor Frederick's voice."
The Emperor hlmsslf was plainly touched
by the resemblance. The flood of memories
so strongly called up overcame the Empress,
and she left the room. She came back
presently, smiling sadly when little Adel
bert's childish, voice wss being recorded on
th,e waxen cylinder. Every one of tbe com
pany who was lamiliar, with the voice of the
dead Emperor remarked the resemblance in
the tones of his Uttle grandson, and ail
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AS OTHHISJEE US.
Points of Peculiarity a Kew York
Man Sees in Pittsburg.
AHEAD IH STEEET CAR SERVICE.
Tbe Big Sponge In the Barber Ehopas Is
Decided Novelty.
GAB CITI BESTA0EANTS 1$ THE LEAD
pnurrxs ran thx dispatch.)
Pittsburg has many novel features for
him who has been accustomed to the ways
of New York at least it has for me.
Tbe first thing that attracted my attention
was the basket. In tbe cable car the afflu
ent gentleman on his way to the East End
sits with his legs protecting a prosaic affair
of willow, with ears of corn projecting from
one end and a yellow squash, perhaps, rising
at the other. Crossing the Sixth street
bridge, Indian file, the basket is seen making
its way to the Port Wayne station, or going
beyond the station is seen coming down
Federal from the Allegheny market, not
unfrequently carried by- some well-dressed
yonng fellow, whose wife presumably in the
morning- before he left lor business, duly
instructed him as to the necessary purchases
of the day.
TBE METBOPOLIXAJr WAT.
The New York business man either lives
in populous "uptown," Harlem, Jersey
City or Brooklyn, and his wife, having her
supplies near at hand, he is never Been on
the street car or on the Elevated Bailroad
with an article othertban his cane, umbrella
or evening paper, save at rare intervals a
basket oi choice fruit from some favorite
dealer near his office. He would consider
his pride veiy much injured were he asked
to bring home a four-pound roast, some
cnops, a head of cabbage or a half peck of
beans.
The electric and cable street car systems
are unfamiliar and very interesting to the
New Yorker. The Elevated road is his lit
tle god there and be wants more of it; but
the snrlace roads are still manipulated by
the antiquated horse. What attempts have
been made with electrio power have been
confined to tbe Madison avenue and Fourth
avenue lines, with but meager resnlts, while
a cable line can't boast of a foothold below
Harlem. .
ASTONISBES NEW TOBK.
, Here in Pittsburg it is a supreme pleas
ure to board one of the cable cars, say at the
postofiice, and, comfortably seated with a
choice cigar in the smoking compartment of
one of the ''double headers," quickly as
cend the hill past the stately Court House,
and, before long, in admiration of the beau
tiful residences and sloping lawns that line
the track beyond, reaoh the terminus, and if
so inclined, retnrn by another road with
new scenes to please the eye. For surface
travel, in speed, equipment, and comfort,
Pittsburg is far in advance of New York.
Perhaps there are not so many politicians
and boodlers here looking outfor themselves
rather than the publio weal.
Tbe hurrying cars with their assertive
"ding, ding." that every pedestrian knows.
and makes him watchful at the crossings,
and which every teamster seemi to respect
with alacrity, imparts a sort of "go" to the
street life, and incites the pedestrian with
tbe spirit of "go" too, as though it were a
tonic
TBE. BABBEB'3 BIO SPONGE. .
Barbers' methods differ from those of
New York. The great, large sponge nsed
here to mop tbe victim's face is never seen
there. And the sponges, displayed on the
tops of the rows, remind the metropolitan of
a drugstore where they are ranged for sale.
Tbe New York barber lathers the face
thickly at once and then scrapes the face
once, lathers lightly again, goes around
with the razor again, removes the soap with
a damp towel, and the shave is finished and
the face ready for bay rum or what extras
are forthcoming. ,
Here the sponge takes quite an important
fiart The lather is laid on and the sponee
mmediately used to wash it off. The lather
is then applied the second tioie,and tbe first
shave gone through with. The inevitable
sponge then appears again to moisten tbe
lace, and without the lurther application of
lather the second trip of the razor over the
lace is made. Finally tbe sponge is used
several times in removing tbe soap, and
after the application of divers fragrant com
pounds the improved physiognomy is al
lowed to depart
PLENTY 07 GOOD SHOPS.
PMtsburg is well supplied with barber
shops, and the writer has come across none
but good manipulators of the keen steel; but
he will also see to it for his exchequer's
sake that he will not again have a hair cnt
and shave at a certain hotel where he was
charged 60 cents, 40 for the cnt presumably,
and the privilege of being taken for a
millionaire, and 20 for the shave, and tbe
barber's benign condescension inclusive.
The mule as a factor in the street car serv
ice is a pronounced novelty to the New
Yorker here, and he at once instinctively
pictures the amusement of his distant
lrieads could tbey have a photograph of him
standing on the froqt plat orm ot a ear be
hind a pair ol these taciturn beasts, with
their upright spreading ears and diminutive
tail "ferninst" tbe dashboard. The mule
has not invaded New York for street ear
service yet, but there is no telling what
"improvements" Tammany may eventually
adopt
TBE SPOBTINO MANIA.
The trotting races at Homewood have
created a desire for another meeting in the
fall. With the New York public, trotting
contests are not popular, xne loye lor none
racing In New York In its all-around .popu
lar sense is centered altogether on running
races, races where tbe jockey sits astride his
horse, where there is no two-wheeled in
cumbrance and where the fastest possible
time is made.
Baseball is patronized in Pittsburg mueb
as it is In New' York, admiration of good
play inereasing attendance and disgust at
poor play resulting in a falling off of re
ceipts. Both cities are disgusted with the
condition ot affairs this season.
OA3 OUT BKSTAUEANTS.
Pittsbtlrg seems to be adequately sup
plied with restaurants, and it was a matter
of sarprise to tbe writer to find so many
places where a regular dinner could be bad
for 35 cents, and to find they are so liberally
patronized by business men whose appear
ance indicates that they know when tbey are
getting the worth of their money. More
pretentious restaurants serve a course din
ner at noon for 0 cents that in every par
ticular, from the unsollrd table sloth and
atteutive waiter, and from soup to ooffee,
would be difficult to excel in the metropolis
forfl.
The fastidious traveler can find all the
modern comforts .in Pittsburg's leading
hotels. With good beds, good food and
good service, no more is to be desired. All
in all, Pittsburg can give the proud Metrop
olis a few points. J. T. Lewis.
Qls Exptrlsoe la Texas,
William Hutchinson, of Bsnton, Illinois,
while dealing in cattle and horses in Texas
last September, was" taken with a very se
vere attack.of cholera morbus and diarrhea,
coming, he supposed, from a change of
drinking water; A local druggist advised
him to take Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera
and Diarrhea Beoredy. The second dose,
he says, effected a complete cure, and he
now takes pleasure 1st reeeassaendisg it to
other, xksHi
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A STORY OF ADVENTTJBB
WECTTEN FOB THE DISPATCH
BY GRANT ALLEN,
Author of "Babylon," "The Tents of Shem," and Many Other
Stories of World-Wide Reputation.
1 looked up from my beetles. Tbe night
was warm. A naked little black girl
crossed the dusty main street of the village
just in front of my hut, carrying in her
hand what seemed to me in the gloaming
the largeit blossom I had ever observed
since my arrival in Africa. That was a
blossom. It looked l'ke an orchid, pale
cream color in hue, and very fantastlo and
bizarre in shape; but what specially at
tracted my attention at first sight was its
peculiar shining and glistening effect, like
luminous paint, which made it glow in the
gray dusk with a sort of phosphorescent
light such as one observes in tropical seas on
calm summer evenings.
To a naturalist of course such a vision as
that was simply irresistible. "Hullo, there,
little girll" Ioried out in Fantee, which I
had learned by that time to speak pretty
fluently, "let me look at your flower, will
you? Where on earth did you get it?"
But Instead of answering me civilly, like
a Christian child, tbe scared little savage,
alarmed at my white face, set up a wild
howl of terror and amazement and bolted off
down the street as fast as her small bandy
legs would carry her.
IN PUBSUIT OP SCIENCE,
Well, science is science. I wasn't to be
balked oi a unique specimen for my great
collection by a trick like that So flinging
away my cigarette and darting out of my
j.
TBE BULLETS WBIZZED PAST MY HEAD.
hut I gave chase incontinently, and
rushed full pelt down the main street of
Tulam a. helter-skelter and devil-take-the-hindmost,
in pursuit of my 10-year-old.
But I reckoned without my host Chil
dren on tbe Gaboon beat tbe record for the
quarter-mile. ' I was quite pumped out and
panting for breath before I rau that girl to
earth at last, by her mother's door at the far
end of tbe village. A dozen or more of the
negroes, loitering about on their backs in
the dust ot the street, had joined the hue
and cry with great gusto by that time.
They dfdn't know, to be snre, what tbe tnss
was "about, but given a white man bestower
of rum and money rushing in mad pursuit,
and a poor little frightened blsck girl
scampering away for dear life at the top of
her speed, in anject ooany terror, ana you
may confidently reckon on the chivalry of
the Gaboon to range itself automatically on
the side of tbe stronger, and to drive the un
happy small child hopelessly Into a very
corner.
TBE CHASE.
When at last I got np with the object of
my quest she was so alarmed and blown
with her headlong career that I felt thor
oughly ashamed of myself. Even the pur
suit of si-ience, I will frankly admit, hardly
justified me in so chivying that frightened
little mortal, ten negroes strong, through
the street of Tnlamba. However, a bright
English sixpence, a red silk pocket handker
obief and the promise of a box of European
sweets from the old half-caste Portngnese
trader's shop in the village, soon restored
her confidence. Unhappily it did not re
store that broken and draggled bnt priceless
orchid. In her headlong flieht the child had
crumpled it hopelessly np in her band and
distorted it almost beyond tbe possibility of
scientifio recognition. All I could make
out with certainty Was that the orchid be
longed to a new and hitherto undescribed
species; that it was large and luminous and
extremely beautilul, and that ifqnly I could
sneceed in securing a plant of it my name
was made as a scientific explorer.
Tbe natives crowded around with disin
terested advice and eyed the torn and
draggled blossom cnriously. "It's a moon
flnwer," tbey said in their own dialect
"Very rare. Hard to get Comes irom the
deep snaaes in tne great loresi.
TBB CAPTUBS.
"How did you come by it, my child?" I
asked, coaxingly, of my sobbing 10-year-old.
"Mr lather brought it in." the child an
swered with a burst "He give it me a
week ago. He was ont in the country of
the dwarfs doing trade. He went lor ivory
and he brought this back to me."
"Boys," I cried to the negroes who
crowded around looking en, "do you know
where it lives? I want to get one. A good
English rifle to any man in Tnlamba who
guides me to the spot where I can piek a
live moon flower I"
The men shook their heads and shrugged
their shoulders dubiously.
"Oh, no," they all answered, like supers
at tbe theater, with one accord. "Too far I
too dangerous I"
"Why dangerous?" I cried, laughing.
"The moonflower won't bile you. Who
says danger in picking a flower?"
My head guide and hunter stood out from
the crowd, and looked across at me awe
struck. "Ob, excellency," he said, in a
hushed end frightened voice, "the. moon
flower is rare; it is vefy scarce; it grows
only in the dsrk forest oi the inner land
where tbe Ngina dwells. No man dare
pick it for fear of the Ngina."
."Oho!" said L "Is that so, my friend?
Then I'm not astonished." For Ngina, as
no doubt you're already aware, is the native
I 'est Alriean name for tbe gorilla.
TO OET AWOTHEB SPECIMEN.
Well, I took home the poor draggled Mos
ul to my hut, dissected it careiully and
nfade what seientifia study was possible of
ill unhappy remains in their much tattered
condition. But for the next 10 days, as yon
cah readily believe, I could think and talk
add dream if nothing but moon floweis.
Yoa. can't think what a fascination it exerts
on avjaturalist explorer's mind a new or
chid like that, aa big around as a dessert
plat aae aurked by to extraordinary uu
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IN THE "WILDS OF AFEIOA.
hitherto unknown a peculiarity in plants as
phosphorescence. For the moon flower wal
phosphorescent. Of that I had not the
shadow of a doubt. Its petals gave out by
night a faint and dreamy luminonsness,
which mnst have made it shine like a moon
indeed in tbe dense dark shade of a tropical
African forest
The more I enquired of the natives about
the new plant the more was my curiosity
piqued to possess one. I longed to bring a
root of the marvellous bloom to Europe. For
the natlyes all spoke of it with a certain
hushed awe or superstitious respect "It is
tbe Ngina's flower," they said; "it grows in
tbe dark places the gardens of the Ngina.
If any man breaks one off that is very bad
luck;' the Ngina will surely overtake and
destroy him."
MEETING WITH SUPEBSTITIONS.
This superstitions awe only inflamed my
desire to possess a root The negroes' stories
show the moon flower to be a most unique
species. I gathered from what they told me
that tbe blossom had a very long spur or
sao, cqntaining honey at its base in great
quantities; that it was fertilized and rifled
by a huge evening moth, whose proboscis
was exactly adapted in length to the spur
and its nectary; that it was creamy white in
order to attract the insect's eyes in tbe gray
shades of dusk; and that, for the self same
reason, its petals were endowed with the
strange quality of pbosphoresenee, till now
unknown in the vegetable kingdom; while
it exhaled by night a delicious perfume,
stro ig enough to be perceived at some 20
yards distance. So great a prize to a man
of my tastes was simply irresistible. I made
np my mind that, come what might, I must,
could and wonld possess a tuber of the
moon flower.
One fortnight sufficed for me to make my
final plans. Heavy bribes overcame the
scrnples of the negroes. Tbe promise of a
good rifle induced the finder of the first
specimen to take service with me as guide.
Fully equipped for. a week's march, and
well attended with followers all armed to
the teeth, I made my start at last for the
home ot tbe moon flower.
EXPLOSINO TBE EQUATORIAL POBSST.
To cut a long story short, we went for
three days into tbe primeval shade of the
great equatorial American forest Dense
I roofs of foliage shut ont the light of day;
under oot the gronnd was encumbered with
thick, tropical brushwood. We crept along
cautiously, hacking our way at times among
the brake with onr cutlasses and crawling,
at others through the deep tangle of the
underbrush on all fours like monkeys. Dur
Ing all these three days we never canght
sight of a single moon fliwer. Tbey were
growing very rare nowadays, my guide ex
plained in most voluble Fantee. When he
was a mere boy bis lather found dozens of
them, bnt now, why you mnst go miles and
miles through the depths of thelorestaud
never so much as light on a specimen.
At last, abont noon of the fonrth day out,
we came upon a torrent, rushing with great
velocity among tbe bnge bowlders and send
ing up the spray of its boiling rapids into
the trees of tbe neighborhood. I sat down
to rest, meaning to mix the water from tbo
cool, fresh stream with a spoonful or two of
cognac from the flask in my pocket As I
drank it I tossed back my head and looked
up. Something on one of tbe trees bard by
attracted my eyes strangely. A parasite
stood out boldly from a fork ol the branches,
bearing a long, lithe spray of huge, lumin
ous flowers as big as dessert plates. My
heart gave a bound. Tbe prize was within
sight I pointed my finger in silence to the
tree. All the negroes with one voice raised
a loud shout of triumph. Their words rent
the sir: "The moon flower! The moon
flower I"
inn PLOWEK FOUND.
Ifeltmyseli lorn moment a perfect Stan
ley or Du Chailln. I bad discovered the
moat marvellous and beautiful orchid
known to science. In a moment I bad
tossed off my brandy, laid down my rifle
and mounting on tbe back of one of my
nrgro porters, was swinging myself np to the
lowest braneh ol the tree, where my new
treasure shone resplendent in its own dim
phosphorescence. I couldn't have trusted
any hand but my own to pick or egg out
that glorious tuber. I meant to cut it
bodily trom tbe bark as it stood and bear it
bitek in triumph in my own arms to
Tulamba.
I bad climbed the tree cautiously and
was standing almost within grasp of the
prize, when a sudden shout among my fol
lowers below startled and discomposed me.
I looked down and hesitated. My brain
reeled and sickened. A strange sight met
my eyes. My negrpes, one and all, had
taken to their feet down the bed of the
stream at the very top of their speed, and
were making a most unanimous and in
explicable stampede toward the direction of '
Tnlamba.
For a moment I couldn't imagine what
had happened to disconcert them; then, cast
ing my glance casually toward the spot
where I bad flung down my rifle, I became
aware at once ot the cause of this commo
tion. Their retreat was well timed. By
tbe moss-clad bowlders wnicn niiea tne oea
of the torrent somebody, with a big black
faee and huge grinning teeth, was standing
ereet, looking up at me and laughing. I
had never seen tbe somebody's awiul feat
ures before, bnt I had no need, for all that,
to ask myself his name. I paused faee t
face with a live male gorilla.
TBB SENTINEL ON OUABD.
For a moment or two the creatnre gazed,
nn at me and erinned. Then he raised my
rifle in his arms, held it clumsily before S
him, and to my intense surprise, taking a j
very bad aim, or rather pointing it aimlese-jsA
ly in the air, puiiea Dota triggen wita om
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