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PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, JANUARY 11, 189L
PAGES 17 TO 20.
SO THERE WHS WAR.
The Tragic Events of the West
Re-Enacted Out on Uncle
Benjamin's Farm.
LITTLE TOM PLAYS AGENT
And Eis Country Cousin Gets the
Worst of It as Bis: Injun.
STARVED AKD FROZEN INTO A ROW
And Then Unmercifully Walloped j the
Great Whito Father.
A TALE
WITH AMORAL BI ME. WELDING
ivutiix ros mi dispatch. 1
ITTLE TOMMY had
gone out into the coun
try to spend a few days
at the house of his Un
cle Benjamin, and to
furnish cheerful com
panionship for Ben's
youngest boy, Johnny.
His rustic relations re
ceived Tommy kindly,
little Johnny showed
him all the sights of the
farm, and taught him
many innocent games.
On th: afternoon of
the second day the two
boys stood in the lee of
the barn throwing snow
balls at Uncle Benja
min's hens. It was a
very chilly afternoon,
especiallv tor the hens.
Suddenly little Tommy exclaimed: "Xet's
play Indian!"
"Bully." said little Johnny, "and I'll be
the great chief of the Sioux, Young-Man-Noi-Afraid-of-Eat-Poison."
Liked the Heavy Bole.
Tommy offered no objection, and the
simple country lad thought it was very
kind of his cousin to yield np the principal
role without protest. He quickly armed
Himself with a wooden tomahawk, got some
red ochre lor war paint, levied on the
rooster lor feathers, and made a scalping
knife out of the handle of a tin dipper.after
which he said, "Whoop! Let the pale face
beware, for Young-Man-Not-Afraid-of-Kat-Poisnn
is on tLe warpath."
"I'll be the acent," said Tommy, "and
vou must call me in the Indian tongue Fat-Man-witb-Beodle-in-His-Clothes.
1 "We'll play that this is the reservation,"
J said Johnny, pointing to a sunny spot; "it's
good snowballing here, which will be handy
when I ?et ready to make an attack on the
agency."
"Oh, no," said Tommy, "(he reservation
js on the other side. This is the agency."
Then he led Johnny to the northeast corner
of the barn where it was colder than Siberia
nud made him sit down on the bottom of a
bucket which was frozen into the cround.
T5e wintry wind whistled through little
."Johnny's hair and he remarked: "Say, if
this is goin' to be the reservation, there'll be
nn attack on 'lie agency in about a quarter
of a minute."
"Oli, that's all right," replied Fat-Man-Witb-Boodle-in-His-Clofhes.
"it is the duty
o the government to furnish blankets for
the redskin."
' Tho Supply of Blankets.
So little Tommy went into the barn and
got two blankets, a fine large one for him
self, and a thin one full of holes for the
poor Injun. Young-Man-Not-Afraid, eta,
licked very hard at this distribution; and
be wound np with a loud war-whoop and
the announcement that the attack on the
agency was about to begin. But when he
would have arisen to execute vengeance, he
discovered that he was immovably attached
to the bucket. He was lrozen "upon the
reservation.
"When little Tommy perceived this condi
tion of affairs, he at once pointed out the
fact that it was all in the game. He be
lieved in playing games right down to the
cold facts, and be had read of manv cases
where similar but more extensive niisfort-
rrozen on the Reservation.
unes had hapi ened on the boundless prai
rie. Then Tommy made up a large quan
tity of hard snowballs, and played that he
was a company of cavalry attacking an In
dian village. Young-Man-Not-Afraid-of-Rat-Poison
hurled his tomahawk, but as he
could not go to get it again and the attack
ing force would not come within reach 5f
his scalping knife, he was thereafter de
ienseless, and was massacred several times.
Little Tommy taught him how to sing the
death song, and insisted upon his bearing
torture without tears.
About Time for Rations.
Then little Johnny shrewdly sucirested a
chance in the game.
"Don't the aeency furnish the Injuns
with rations?" he asked. Fut-Man-With-Boodle-in-His-Clothes
admitted tbat there
were treaties to that effect.
"Well, you go in and got ma to give us
some gingerbread," said Johnny. "I'd do
it myself if I wasn't frozen to this blamed
bucket"
So little Tommy went into the house and
explained to little Johnny's mother the
nature of the game they were playing. On
behalf of the poor Indian who was obliged
to pitch his wigwam on the northeast corner
or the barn, he begged a piece of ginger
bread. As for himself, he did not care lor
gingerbread. It made his stomach ache.
Hut Young-Man-Not-Afraid-of-Eat-Poison
whs hungry for it.
Thereupon, .Tommy's aunt broke off a
large piece o gingerbread from a great
brown sheet that was "cooling in the wood
shed, and the remarked that it was very dis
interested of Tommy to intercede for his
cousin. As Tommy himself 'did not like
gingerbread he might haTe a raspberry tart,
lociiny got outside of the tart and then
ik the gingerbread to the Reservation.
Johnny was still sittine on the bucket and
1.2 seemed likely to remain there till the
January thaw set in. His knees knocked
together with the cold and he was endeavor
ing to arrange his torn blanket with the
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holes all on the lee side, so that there
wouldn't be so much draught through it.
Like the Regulation Agent.
When he saw the smoking piece of ginger
bread, tears of rapturous anticipation
washed gullies in his war paint.
"Get some warm water and pour on the
bottom of this bucket," said he, "and the
Great Chief will come to the agency for his
rations."
"It will not be necessary," said the agent,
"Let the red man hunt the buffalo and
covote. The agent will take care of the
rations."
Then he divided the eingerbread into two
equal parts, one of which be bit with the
right side of his mouth and the other with
his left.
"When does the Great Chief come in?"
asked Young- Man -Not-Afraid- of-Bat-Poison.
"He doesn't come in," retorted the Pale
Face; "he stays on the reservation."
The spectacle of the vanishing ginger
bread was too much for little Johnny. He
had not realized before how hungry he was;
but now every time the aeent took a bite.
Zet The-FaUMan-With-ainaerbread-in-Eis-itouth
Make Keititutwn.
the Bed Man of the Prairie felt the empti
ness within him growing vaster. When he
shivered the front part of his body flapped
against his spine like the fore-course of a
ship iu a calm roll. It was unbearable.
The Indian War Begins.
With a wild war whoop, he sprang to his
feet, leaving a liberal square of his trousers
iu the icy grasp of the bucket, and clasping
his scalping knife with deadly ferbcityi he
bounded upon the unsuspecting agent. The
battle was sharp, bnt victory quickly
perched upon the standard of the Bed Man.
In about a minute the agent lay on his back
in the wet snow, and Young-Man-Not-Afraid-of-Tearing-His-Pantaloonssatastride
of him, trying to saw off a handful of hair
with the tin scalping knife.
"IftheFat-Man-Vth-His-Month-Full.0'-Gingerbread
desires to save his hair," said
the savage, "let him make restitution. Give
up that gingerbread or I'll saw your head
off!"
Under the circumstances Fat-Man had no
choice. He gave up the eingerbread, and
was afterward tied to the hitching post
where an imaginary tire was built around
him, and he was subjected to various tor
tures, some of which were not so imaginary
as the tire. It was his turn to sing the death
song, and he did it so lustily that TJncle
Benjamin heard him, and cama to the res
cue. TJncle Sam Makos War.
The situation quickly changed in favor of
the Pale Face. Uncle Ben took the offender
The Great White Father JPutt Down an Indian
Outbreak.
back to the reservation, and having found a
large, thick shingle, he applied it in a man
ner to make little Johnny regret the tenacity
with which his natural "protector had ad
hered to the bottom of the bucket. Mean
while little Tommy picked up the remainder
of the gingerbread and devoured it
TJncle Benjamin played the part or the
Great White Father at Washington until
little Johnny wished tbat he was a cherub
with no necessity for sitting down and noth
ing to do it with, if the occasion should pre
sent itself. Then TJncle Benjamin settled
the Indian question by saying: "If you
ever act like tbat again I'll whale ye within
an inch o' yer life."
Hcwaed Fielding.
CELEHY IS BEIKG ABUSED.
The Story That It Is Laden With Typhoid
Feier Germs Is raise.
The latest place where disease germs are
said to exist is in celery, savs Dr. H. Jacob
son in the St Louis Globe-Democrat. This
is an exceptionally harmless plant or
vegetable; it is nutritious and palatable,
and is known to possets curative powers in
cases of rheumatism and brain fag. But it
is now said there is danger of its containing
typhoid bacilli owing to the quantity of
mannre of all kinds used in its cultivation.
If celery is eaen both uncooked and un
washed there may be danger of eating some
thing that is injurious, but so far as the
plant itself is concerned the danger is imag
inary. Corn and vegetables grown on sewage
larms have never been condemned as un
wholesome, and it Is generally agreed that
the juices of plants do not absorb manure or
any kind of germ at alt A man might
choke by trying to swallow too large a piece
of celery, but he would findsit a hard matter
to kill himself by aid of it in any other way.
SHOEING THE BULLOCKS.
The Corcan Blacksmith Sees the Beast is
Securely Bound.
New York Tribnne.1
The magnificent bullocks are one of the
features of Corea. It would do a Brahmin's
heart good to see them, although he would
doubtless take exception to the ring through
the nose and the load on the back. The
method of shoeing bullocks is cruel in the
extreme. The feet are firmly roped together
and the bullock is cast on his side; then
the head is pulled around until it lies flat
along the side, and in this psinful attitude
he hss to lie until the slow Corean black
smith concludes the torture.
Boston's Great Act.
Boston Traveller.
Mayor Hart takes great pride in the fact
that during his administration the city of
Boston hat not paid for a single pottle of
BUMPED INTO A KING.
Lillian Spencer Has a Thrilling Ex
perience in Snnny Italy. '
ALMOST KNOCKS HUMBERTO DOWN.
Her Impressions of Tbat Picturesqne Ionng
Dade, the Prince.
A BKIBK EHCODNTEE WITH FLEAS
ICOBBESFOXDXKCI OT TBI DISPATCH!
FlobENCE, Dec 21.
S I said, I've
just stumbled
over the King
of Italy.
Imagine
whether I am
excited or uotl
A king fancy
it! A real live
flesh and blood
k i n g I I say
stumbled over
I mean stum
bled into. Yes,
stumbled is the word. I did stumble. To
be exact I did more than stumble I fell.
This is how it happened:
I was dashing down the street in my
American breakneck fashion, when sud
denly I bumped against a man, who caught
hold of me to save himself and thereby
steadied us both. This man was his Gracious
and Exalted Majesty, King Humberto, son
of the hero, Victor Emnnuelo IX, father of
that promising young dude, the Prince of
Naples. Yes, this was the King. And I
all but knocked him down. He took it in
good pari, however. Smiled, bowed, asked
me in French if I had hurt myself, and
behaved altogether like the eon of a hero
that he is." It all turned out happily
euoueb, and if bad only curled my bangs
properly the evening before I should'nt
have minded at all.
Not Presentable, of Course.
As a matter of fact I looked a perfect
fright. My hair was skinned back from my
hyperian brow in a pealed-oniou fashion
altogether unbecoming to my style of beauty.
But these little details somehow or other never
The King of Italy.
do arrange themselves to a woman's credit.
I have a perfect genius for meeting the right
person at the wrong moment.
Perhaps some of my American friends
who have never had the honor of bumping
into a king would like to know something
of one's emotions under the circumstances.
Well, frankly, good people, there is no other
emotion on earth comparable to it. We are
a republic; we scorn the nobility; we believe
in the equal rights of man. No one is any
better than his neighbor (unless he has a
little more money), but bring fas face to face
with royalty and we lose our heads com
pletely. Now, as far as I am concerned,
everyone knows me to be a true daughter of
the Stars and Stripes, As for running into
distinguished people, that is quite an old
story with me. I have met dukes and
barons and counts and lords, and never lost
either my head ot my heart, bnt to meet a
king well, that is altogether a horse of
auother color.
A Peep at the Prince.
Later on I saw the1 Crown Prince. A
smooth-faced boy with a fair sprinkling of
down on the upper lip; an eye glass, a suit
of the latest English-cut clothes and a
smile in a word, this distinguished young
sprig of the nobility resembles an out and
out English dude. He lifts his hat in the
most condescending manner. His air says
plainly enough: "Lo, behold mel I am the
Prince ot Naples."
As we know alKthis, the information palls
upon us a little. I suppose I should be put
to the torture if a breath of what I am say
ing should reach the fierce ."Italiannos,"
but between you and me, I honestly believe
that tbat young fellow's blood is not alto
gether a pure 22-carat mixture! If there
isn't something plebeian in bis manner of
lifting his hat, then I don't know a
thoroughbred dog when I see' him. Good
heavens, what am I saying, I mean a
thoroughbred prince, of course. What put
dog into my flighty head was the picture of
Victorio Euianuello hanging opposite
me on the wall. It looks for all
the world like my little Kinc Charles
spaniel and I never glance at it
bnt I think of him. I don't mean this ir
relevantly atall. On the contrary, it is a great
complement to His Majesty. My King
Charles is the most beautilul creature im
aginable. The very "king of dogs," as His
Highness was the "king of kings."
King Huinberto'i Health.
King Humberto it not in good health. For
a long time he hat suffered with some mys
terious illness which no one knows much
about, except that it is a malady which has
afflicted him for years. Thus it is that the
crown weighs heavily on his royal fyead, I
am genuinely sorry for King Humberto. I
like him. He would have been still higher
in my esteem had he remembered me when I
saw him an hour later at the station. But he
didn't. Perhaps if I had had my bangs
properly curled ah me! Who knows. Our
fate hangs on such a slender hinge.
Still, I like King Humberto. And I am
glad I bumped into him. I am sure he is a
more agreeable person than his son and heirs
will ever be. The Prince of Naples, how
ever, is said to be a young highness of con
siderable character. From his earliest boy
hood be was remarkable for his passionate
love of study. In this he served as a model
for all his little cousins and play
mates. To attend school was his
heart's delight The Prince entre nons is
said to be a prig. One of his tutors thus
describes him.
From a Tutor's Standpoint.
"From the ago of 10 he arose at daybreak,
took a cold batb, followed by a basin of
soup, and then commenced his lessons. If
he was a few minutes late in getting up his
broth was kept for him later on. After his
lessons, fair or cloudy weather, rain, hail,
snow or shine, the Prince went for a ride on
horseback. Dnring the balance ot the day
the gaining or knowledge and physical exer
cise alternated with one another, so that
not a moment of the entire day was unoccu
pied. "Even his pastimeswere studies. Hehad
small fortifications in the park, collections
of ancient coins, natural history, art and
photographs. When be was 13 years of age
he spoke fluently French, Italian and Eng
lish, baring had as gouvemante an English
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lady, daughter of an Indian officer, 'and
having read in these three languages
a great number of books, he could
converse even when so young on
hittory, geography, science, political
economy. He could also speak Ger
man. Added to all this the young Prince
possessed a prodigious memory. Indeed he
is counted a sort of royal encyclopedia."
Hit Besetting Sin.
All this Is very comme il faut, and Italy
is no donbt fortunate in the talents of her
future Kinerbut how can we foreigners be
expected to regard him with the same vener
ation and respect, even granting that he
merits it. as long as -he persists in looking
like a dude and acting like a coxcomb?
But he is young. Eyeglasses and snobbery
may go out of fashion before he ascends the
throne. In any event, he is sure to learn
better as he grows older If he grows older,
which is a question. For, like h'ls father,
the young Prince is ill. The Queen seems
to be the only one of the royal family who
enjoys good health.
Margherita is always well, always young,
always beautiful. She is the idol of the
Italian people. Society is entirely ruled by
her. Wealthy ladies whose antecedents are
a little shady, or whose hold on the social
world is not as firm as might be desired,
make it a point to keep away from Florence
or Borne dnring the Queen's sojourn in
those cities. If tbey did not appear at
courftheir absence would provoke malicious
comment, and if they did Her Highness
might deem it necessary to retire. In either
event the result would be fatal. Women
The Queen of Italy.
handle hot coals occasionally, but they
don't burn themselves if they can help it.
Walking in Italy.
Italy is an ideal country for a pedestrian
tour. And the walk from Genoa to
Florence is a revelation to the tourist who
visits the kingdom for the first time. We
walked right into the lives of the people, as
it were, lived among them, traded among
them, was of them in fact. They were very
much surprised to see us meander into thei'r
villages as we did, so much so that they
stood aloof and regarded us curiously, not to
say suspiciously. We were to their prim
itive minds about the most extraordinary
pair of females they had ever beheld. Iliad
only to try a little of my brand new Italian
on them, however, and they were all right.
Anyone who spoke their beautiful language
as I did became an object of their pity for
ever after.
The Italian peasants are a picturesque
and artistic race. But they are dishonest,
and oh, heavens, how dirty, A bathtub to
them is an unheard-of and unknown com
modity. I have no words to describe the
dirt of which I speak. It is the piled np
grime ot ages, inherited and bequeathed
from generation to generation. Every child
in Belgium was apple-cheeked and spot
lessly clean. Every little Italian it swarthy,
filthy and half naked. The word modettv
it not in th5L.VJBoalailary.of these people. tj
A Bow-Legged Kace.
The peasant woman swaths her baby in
tight liuen bandages, and ties its mummy
like little body up in a small pillow case.
This is done to straighten its limbs. And
no doubt It does for a time, but as the in
fant is put on its feet to walk at the age of .a
few months they soon grow crooked. And
every other child one meets is bow-legged.
The first town we came to interested us
very much. A description of one suffices
for all. They are exactly alike. THe out
side of the stucco bouse is covered with the
most grotesque paintings. Obese little
cupids, nantou syrens, prayerful virgins and
impossible angels all clamor over the walls,
peer into the windows and climb upon the
roof. What they are supposed to be doing
can never be anything but a mvsterv. The
, entrance is nearly always through alow
gateway imu a uijuiiru urics or Sioue payed
courtyard. From this courtyard opens the
living room. The most important is the
kitchen-dining room, where one eats and
drinks red wine and care noire and watches
"mine host," the padrone, a slim, humble,
excitable little .man, who dances
round like a hot pea . on a
gridiron. He shrieks to the poor waiters,
bullys his wife the fat signora threatens
to murder the long-suffering cook, and calls
on every saint in the calender in his frenzy.
"Bones of St Peterl" he howls to the coot.
"will you be quick?" "-Death of the Vir".
gin! reach me that joint."
Method, of the Host.
The waiter does so calmlv he is accus
tomed to the padrone. His wild rage does
not affect him at all. We are trembling with
fright. Never before have we seen such
fury. We have not learned yet that all
padrones are alike. This one cuts our steak
carefully from the joint, weighs it with a
grand flourish, calls our attention to the
figures registered on the scales, eulogizes at
length on his honesty and finally claps it
on tho big stove and charges us double'the
price he would anyone else.
Our bedroom is large, square, brick
flored, cold, damp and cheerless. The bed
is not bad but obi horror and this we
did not bargain for in classic and poetic
Italy the fleas. Ont they came in lull
force. We remonstrated with" them mildly
politely.
We ventured to assure them that we were
Americans and strangers, and that the cour
tesy of one country to another was our due,
but it was no use. Tbey didn't see it iu
that light Tbey winked and smacked their
lips and exclaimed: "Yum, yum! What
do we care. We have tasted you. Yon are
good; very good."
"Misencordlal" we cried.
But our enemies were relentless.
"Americans!" they exclaimed with fiend
ish delight "So much the better. We
like the imported article as much as you do, "
Lilliak Spenceb.
SALT Df THE STREETS
Will Increase the liability to Pneumonia
Besides Being a Nuisance.
Salt sprinkled along the car tracks by the
street railroad companies, besides being a
nuisance, is certainly injurious to the health
or the people, for it gives them to breathe
that which nature never intended they
should breathe, says Dr. Cyras Edson in the
New York World. There is a likelihood,
too, that the breathing of this air disposes
one to the development of the germs which
cause pneumonia. The mixture of salt and
snow has also a bad effect ,on the hoofs of
horses. It causes them to so (ten.
Dr. August Siebert has studied the sub
ject of the increased number of cases of
pneumonia and has discovered that the dis
ease is more prevalent when humidity ap
proaches the point of saturation. Now, the
atmospheric conditions producing the
maximum amount of pneumonia appear to
be when a maximum degree of cold is com
bined with a maximum degree of humidity.
It follows from this that the predisposing
causes of pneumonia are found in conditions
produced by the use of salt in snow. .It it
certainly sot a neoestary evil, and it would
appear that, it increases the pneumonia
death Tate; .
ENJOYING A SLEIGH.
The Metropolitan Idea of .a Good Time
When the Snow Flies.
NOT LIKE THE OLD-TIME PARTIES.
Plenty of Toddy Takes the Place of Cider
and It Comes High.
A SPIN THEOUGH THE CENTKAL PAKE
rCOnEESPOKDENCB OF THI DISPATCH. 1
New Yobk, Jan. 10. No man has ever
really gone sleighing nntil he has tried Cen
tral Park. A few inches ot packing snow
on top of a frozen snrface is all that Is re
quired in the way of a fonndation for good
tun. If the air be dry and frosty not too
frosty just frosty enongh to congeal the
breath in tiny icicles on your mnstacbe and
to cause your best girl to snuggle up to you
as closely as she can get so much the bet
ter. If you haven't any best girl with you
on the occasion, and go with a city friend,
the sundry drinks you pick up along the
cheerful road houses on such a day will
seem so much the better.
The air must be keen and frosty to make
sleighing enjoyable underany circumstances
and anywhere. Sleighing must have a snap
to it that is, some other kind of a snap
than that which pertains to the ownership of
horses and cutters. ' You discuss this feature
of sleighing with your companion in the
Murray Hill cafe over a cold toddy the
toddy should always be cold as yon start out
and hot after yon get in andeitherthe con
versation, or the toddy, calls np tender
memories of the time you used to
Conttrnct Tour Own Jumper
With a couple of saplings, an ax, a drawing-knife
and an augur and drive forth over
a shaggy and lUncertain country road to get
"spelled down" by some backwoods lassie
in short hair and pinafore. The snow was
deeper and the sleighing better in those
days and there was more fuu and less
money.
Your companion, who was never in the
country in his life exceDt in a Pullman car,
is disposed to sheer you out of these opin
ions. Where did you get such toddy, yon
know? This proves something like a settler,
though the real thing is 25 cents a drink.
The recollection of having gone down cellar
for a mug of hard cider just before going
out with your "jumper" isn't worth men
tioning to such a man. But you venture it
"There was a moral certainty you'd come
back sober I don't question tbat," says
your cynical city man. "Here we don't
even start sober. We've got to put in three
hours this afternoon and we can't be racing-
around all the time. The expense "
How Expenses Boll Up.
The chuckle-headed young man who has
been holding your horse now comes in and
says the "'orse's been a waltin' 'alfn 'our."
The expense you mentally figure up as you
climb into the sleigh and give the chuckle
headed boy a quarter, is already drinks,
$1; four cigars, 80 cents; bov, 25 cents; time
on horse, $1 6553 70. And you haven't
started. It matters nothing a moment later,
for yon glide into Fifth avenue at the
swellest point of tbat swell thoroughfare
and become a part of the most wonderful
throng you ever saw in your life. There are
two processions, of one of which you are a
part, kicking snow into your neck, the
other kicking snow into your face. They
are made up of sleighs, carriages and de
livery wagons and as far as the eve can
reachithereis.no-hreak,ii' theja,a,nd, no, end
The snow is banked high next to the
carbs, leaving bnt a single team' distance
between the going and coming conveyances.
Out into this narrow passage an impatient
driver occasionally whisks. bis frisky horse,
dashing forward at the imminent risk of
collision on either side. Your city man,
with the observation tbat any fool can drive
in a country road, brings your cutter sharply
to the left upon the first opening and dashes
down this narrow defile, to show you what a
bright particular fool can do iu New York.
It is very neatly done, though the space be
tween you and the first sleigh is so finely
drawn that the paint is scraped from the side
oi your cutter.
Hat Plenty of Dangers.
This is tut an insignificant incident, but
it revives, for the time being, the recollec
tion of the price and stiffness .of the toddy
and provokes speculation as to the probable
cost of the entire outfit laid down in Central
Park or Harlem.. You can only draw a
long breath at each of these perilous dashes,
and, shutting your eyes in the teeth of the
whirling snow, mentally resolve tbat, if you
are kindly spared by Providence to return
unbroken to the bosom of your family, you
will either favorably considur the question
of hard cider or let this be yonr last sleigh
ride. For you are perfectly aware that any
remonstrances filed with your city friend
will be in vain as long as. the sidewalks of
Fifth avenue are lined with pretty servants
and sightseers, and the windows oi the bor
dering mantions are fnll of lovely and gen
erous encouragement for somebody to get
killed.
That old trick you used to play when a
boy taking out the standards of the
old bobsleds and letting an old
fashioned wagon-bed fnll of boys and girls
slide off into the first corner snowdrift
would be too tame for these people. And
yet that was a right funny joke in your time.
How the young fellows would scramble,
each for his girl! And how those girls
would shout and scream and flop around in
the snow bank! Even the old
Farm Horses Enjoyed That Pan.
Those young men wonld always swear
they'd thump the boy that did that job, but
there was always two or three of the pret
tiest girls in the crowd who would be sure
to kiss that same boy next day.
Central Park seems big enough for every
body except on coaching days and sleighing
days. Then it appears to be a little cramped
and circumscribed, not to say stuffy. On
this occasion, when everybody is in a hurry,
it strikes you as particularly crowded, in
adequate for a man of your means and
showy prospects. Your old red cutter, that
cost about what you are to pay for its use
this ride, takes up as muoh room as a $1,000
sleigh. You didn't think of this con
foundedly disreputable old cutter before,
but are all at once conscious that you
wouldn't be seen riding into a one-horse
Western town in 'such an outfit. Yon in
stinctively pull down the big fur robe so as
not to show so much of the cutter's ankles,
as it were. The thousands of magnificent
turnouts fairly dazzle you. The Bleigh never
before struck you as admissible of so many
shapes, of such showy trappings, of so great
an investment of money.
Nothing Too Pine There.
Nothing is too "loud" for a pair of fine
horses, at a Central Park sleigh. Noth
ing is too gorgeons in drivers and footmen
and robes and plumes and other belongings.
Flaming yellow and yellow and black, red,
red and black (rouge et noir), 'red and
yellow, are the rating plumes for harness
and sleigh. Sometimes a saucy little pom
pom, or paint brusb, of the hones' colors
decorates the hats of the fair occupants, as
well as those ot the driver and footmen.
Far away, along the winding drives, in
every direction, myriads of these plumes
are waving and dancing in the keen -air to
the muiie of thousands of tinkling, jingling,
tlntinaoulating bells not the big hoarse
bells that used to decorate the big, round
belly of the old plow-horse of yonrs and that
could be heard a couple of miles on a frosty
night when the snow squeaked beneath the
steel shoes, but strands of bells about the
size .of hickory nuts, open bells of pnre
silver, balls artliticallr.adlntted to mnsieal
scale, golden bells, with the ring cf the
wealth of metropolitan commerce In them
bells that ring ont boldly and triumphantly
the joy and happiness of the few and then,
dying away over- the slopes and meadows
and through the woodlands in a million
broken, quivering sighs and sobs, echo and
re-echo the never ceasing wail of the many.
No, indeed; yonr old cow-bells were useful,
but belong to the era of the "jumper" and
charivari.
. It's Fun, hut IT Costly.
And then look at these people. Are tbey
not alone-worth the 5 per hour? There are
not less than 10,000 of them now circling
about this'park. Harlem and Seventh ave
nue and well, Charley White's somehow
they range up breathlessly alongside of the
cutter. You-have just recently found out
that your $10 cutter is drawn by a $500
horse, and are feeling quite elated at the
style in which the combination trotted
around nine-tenths of the best outfits on the
road. The feeling increases as yon get the
ice out of your mustache and get more toddy,
and you step to the window and behold tho
animal nnder his big blanket and tbe boy
in his ragged summer jacket at tbe bridle as
if you owned both of them, and would like
to sell the boy.
Then you remember the bill again, and
break up an interesting and timely conver
sation between your city man and the bar
keeper about the corkage at Coney Island
last summer, by suggesting tbat thehorse is
taking cold. Within the next ten minutes
you are landed on tbe porch of the popular
road tavern that overlooks Grant's tomb at
the head of Biverside Park.
Something Wrong Up Above.
There is a vague notion that can scarcely
be said to have iodged in your mind, but is
slipping aronnd Joose tbere where your
mind usually docs business, that you nearly
run over somebody or something as you
came flying across Harlem, but your friend
says there's nothing in it, further compli.
eating your line of thought by ordering
toddy for both you and himself and the
cashier and head waiter. You gaze out of
the glass side of the restaurant at the noble
Hudson full of floating Ice, and swear that
it is the most magnificent sight in the world,
and believe it City man says something
about the American Bhine, which suggests
to you TJncle Tom's Cabin and Fred Doug
lass crossing into Canada on the crunching
ice.
Tbe head waiter breaks in on the discus
sion with the point as to whether you'll have
your ovsters small or medium. You brace
up sufficiently to say you'll take a quart ot
Pom. Sec. frap. This brings up a harrowing
tale of the ice extortion of last summer, dur
ing which the several hundred cubio miles
of ice continue to float calmly down tbe
river toward tbe sea. By this time there are
at least four waiters buzzing around you.
You eat, you drink, you are merry. You
never had so much fun sleighing in all your
life.
Speech Past and Parlous.
The confession that your old-time "jump
er" and spelling school never could hold a
penny taper to this is wrung from you before
you reach the end of the bird and bottle.
This is great You swell up visibly with in
formation on various topics, which you de
sire to impart to anybody who will listen;
and when nobody will listen you feel that
you may burst But your city fiiend is an
unconscionable egotist, and will not give you
a chance to talk abont yourself. The second
bottle is pretty well under way, and your
city man is making a speech to the tour
waiters and the cashier a right good speech,
too, it must be, because the waiters laugh.
Yon know you have never been able to make
a waiter laugh.
At this point a singular phenomenon oc
curs. Every one of these waiters has four
legs. Funny you hadn't noticed it till now.
You never saw, one with more than two be
fore, and even these two seemed'to be cork to
far as bustling was concerned. This is em
barrassing, but you forget it in some indig
nant remark oi your city friend about the
proposed remoyalof Grant's body, whereat
tbe waiters applaud vigorously. City man.
pauses to give eachxone of his audience a
quarter. You detect in this the secret of bis
post-prandial eloquence.
When It Becomes a Memory.
While this is going on the head man says
something about time to shut np for the
night, and, with a growing consciousness
that your last cigar is. rather too strong for
you and that the waiters' legs had suddenly
increased to seven or eight, you are bundled
into the red cutter and are soon plowing
fiercely aong the banks of the Hudson
toward the great city.
That is all you remember till abont 10
o'clock next day. At that hour you awake
in your own bed and have a right smart job
of it to convince yourself that von went
sleighing the day before, and that it isn't a
dream. The half smothered tound of belli
ringt ib your head and hurts you. Horses,
yellow and red plumes, old-fashioned jump
ers and bobs, waiters, with thousands of
legs, float indiscriminately across yonr men
tal vision. Tbe stern loglo of a headache is
alone irrefragable. When It Is supported
by a $20 shortage you know to a moral, as
well as physical certainty, that yon have
been ont somewhere with somebody and
probably had some fun according to the ac
cepted metropolitan standard. When -yon
meet your city friend later and receive
tbe intimation that yonr share of extra time
for a horse and sleight is $10 60, yon draw a
check without a remonstrance yon are so
awfully glad, that horse and sleigh got home,
at all. Then you realize what it costs to go
sleighing in New York, and wisely resolve
to make that experience do tor the rest 4? f
your natural life.
Charles T. Mtjbbay.
FIGTOES US ICE CREAM.
How the Molds Are Made and How the
Dealers Use Them.
"Suppose I wanted a design, for an ice
cream mold," says a confectioner in the
New York Eerald, "I should send for an
artist There is one man in this city "who is
the ice cream sculptor. He would model iu
clay the suggested design. From this, by
well-known processes, I would in the end
obtain a lead mold, divided into two parts
and hinged. The first of these molds would
cost from $50 to $150. The d uplicates would
only' cost from f 6 to $15 a dozen. I have
several thousand dollars worth of such
molds.
"Of course, I have to have more than one
mold of a design, because It would other
wise take altogether too long to fill an order.
Sometimes I have 200 and sometimes more
molds of one design all ordered in a single
day. Consequently I must have a large
supply of molds constantly on hand. These
molds vary In size from that which is large
enough to contain a score of portions to that
intended only for a single person,'and not all
of them are made for cream. Some are for
candy, which now forms a large part of
every elaborate design.
"The cream is pnt into each half of the
mould by an expert workman, who sepa
rates tbe colors and puts each in its proper
place. When the two halves are joined to
gether and the lead mould removed, another
workman goes over the work, smoothing it,
touching up the colors and penciling tbe
eyebrows an d reddening the lips. Alter 'the
cream is removed it is put Into the freezing
box and kept nntil it is served. I usually
send a man with our icebox who serves the
eream'when the proper time arrives. We
get our black from chocolate, onr red from
strawberry, green from pistacke and brown
irom coffee. These are some of the in
gredients of onr paint box."
How to Wear Diamonds.
Mew York Tribune. J
The handsomest diamond ornaments now
worn are in sun or star forms, and are set in
platinum to show as little metal as possible.
When worn as a pendant they are hung on
a strong bnt almost invisible chain ot plat
inum and gold. A renaissance scroll it an
other pattern of these diamond ornaments,
which mav ha worn as hrooeh. tinnrlmnt n.
jeweled hairpin; 4his la made np solidly of I i
diamonds in invisible- setting.
A ROMANCE OF 'LIFE AS IT MAY BE MADE,
warms- toe ihb nisrATcnt
B"5T CrO-QXTZiT ZMZIXiLIEIR,
Author of "Songs of the Sierras," "Songs of the Sun Lands," "Lifa
Among the Modocs," and Other Poems
and Stories.
SYNOPSIS OF PKEVIOTS CHAPTEBS.
The author meets tbe Princess, who Is the heroine of the story. In Poland. Her father had
been sent to Siberia by the Czar. She dreamed of revenge; but at last, giving that up. deter
mined to build a city which should be a model to all mankind, tihe and tbe author travel throngh
the Holy Land and into E;ryp-. but finally select an oasis in tbe desert of Mexico fortbecitr.
While tbey are at Cairo, Alexander is killed. Russian spies are on the Princess' track, and ibo
bids the author go to the City of Mexico and tbere wait for her. Tbe author waits lor years at
tbe City of Mexico, and at last a messenger from tbe Princess comes to him. ,
CHAPTER VIL
My serene and ruddy-faced visitor seemed
loath to rise from the table even after a very
long and elaborate repast Trne, he had
not tasted meat, but he had sipped his wine
and broken his bread and still ate the frnit
of my high and stony hill with such com
posure and satisfaction that I began to grow
a bit vexed and to almost doubt In my own
mind whether it was he or myself that was
master of the house. But then, had be not
come from her? And had I not waited for
years and for years, ransacked the whole
world to find news of her? Well, I then
could and would wait, even if it took a
whole week and a whole case of wine to
open his lips with his message from my
Madonna.
Late in the afternoon he drew out his
watch.
"You will forgive me," he began quietly,
"but I think we worked quite two hours in
the olive grove. That was quite enough for
one day, eh ?"
"Quite enongh, If yon say so, Mr.
Mr. ?
"My name? Hal ha! Well, ones more I
must beg yonr pardon. But the truth is I
was weary. It is a long journey; airship,
APPEOACHCIO THE
rail, steamer; the first journey I had made
for more than ten years. And I was so glad
to find yon, too, that I almost forgot my
manners."
"And your name?" I added, a little
teverely.
"My name! Ah, yes, my name is Father
Blank. I am, or rather was, a priest, yon
see."
It so chanced that I had only a few days
before been reading a list of those who had
disappeared mysteriously in the dozen pre
ceding years, all of whom had been, in some
sort, people of distinction in tbe fields of
thought and intellectual toil; and it sud
denly came to me that this name. Father
Blank, of the city of Blank, was among
them. Let me omit tbe real name of this,
real character and the details of his dis-
appearance. To give his name and the
name -of the city Irom which he disappeared
after half a lifetime of eminent and splendid
loll would only excite comment and possi
bly came pain to some.
"You are not then Father Blank, of.the
city of Blank, who was supposed to have
been murdered by one of the Irish faction t
because of tbe liberality of his tenets in
Christian teaching? "
"The same unworthy servant of tbe
people." he said solemnly.
There was a long and awkward pante, in
which hit profound sonl seemed to drift back
and take up for tbe time the broken threads
of his illustrious life of long ago.
At length, by way of calling him back to
tbe present, I said, half laughing:
"Well. Father Blank. I now know that
you must be very tired, indeed, ibryon have
lost a whole dav in the calendar of your use
ful life. Yesterday was Friday, this is Sat
urday; and so you see yon ate meat on Fri
day and fasted to-day."
He looked at me kindly, and coming back
ont of the past he merely said in a soft and
dreamful voice:
"No, I have not lost a day; and I did not
eat meat on Friday. I did not eat meat to
day, and I shall not eat meat to-morrow."
I began to like tbe man, to love him. I
leaned forward to his side and said:
"Father Blank, yon will rest with me to
morrow, and the dav after to-morrow, and
many days to come."
"To-morrow," he began earnestly, and
'pulling himself resolutely together, "I will
be on my way back to the city in the desert,
and you" will be with me."
My heart beat like a battle drum when
leading a charge.
"Who who -who is it? Where I the city
of the desert?"
"She sent me to yon."
He paused, looking me calmly and steadi
ly in the face for a long time, and then let
ting his voice fall, he added in a voice
scarcely audible: "The builder of the city in
the desert" 4 m
1 arose fronrmy place, drew a lone breath
of fullest satisfaction and threw my two
bent his neck. Then, sseain? back.
ItooksTltatfros ft big c . whtro J
I had tossed it when we sat down, and hur
riedly placed it on my head.
"Good! You are ready to go."
"And, father, wherever she is and what
ever she is, when you see her yon shall say
tbat I have been tbns ready to go to her any
time this dozen years. Yes, yes, I am ready
to go. Begging pardon for this seeming
breach of hospitality, I tell you that the
olives will not suffer lor want of care. My
people are not unused to these sudden de
partures. I am a scribe, as you know, a
servant and a soldier in the army of the
press. I am ready to go, quite ready to go."
"Very good; we will go now."
My horses were soon at the door, and as
we were driven to the station he asked
whether I would prefer a voyage by sea and
then a gallop for days over the deserts, or a
ride by rail and then a voyage through the
air.
"I am well used to seas and deserts, but I
know nothing about balloons; so if you
please a horse's back is good enough for me."
The same serene and restful good nature
Eossessed him still, notwithstanding my half
idden doubt about tbe possibility of his
proposed voyage through the air, and he
only said quietly, as we stood at tbe station
window lor our tickets: "Yes, the solid
earth is safest; but we have never yet had an
accident in all the years that our air line
has been in operation." As we took onr
seats in the railway car be continued: "Of
CITY XS THE DESEBT.
course, the air ship in cities or in wooded
countries where tbe enrrnts ot air mutte
be narrow and often contradictory is impos
sible. This sailing through the air wonld
be quite a pitiful piece of work, save by the
mountains and tbe sea, as compared with
sailing over the level deserts. For there we
have room and the atmosphere is always
even and the currents come at their regular
hours and seasons, like the rising of the snn
or moon."
And much more be said; much more that
I ought to remember and write down. Bnt I
was on my way to her. And where was she
now? And what was she now? I did not
want to hear. I wanted to think. I wanted
to think of her, and of nothing but her; and
to hope; to hope all things. Still, as timt)
went by and we sped on our way the good
man, I remember, would talk a little now
and then. Yet I can recall but a fragment
hero and there of what hesaicf. Amongother
things I remember well bis dennnciation of
tbe cruelty and the crime of modern cities.
"They have no right to exist," he said,
"these hot-houses of pestilence and deprav
ity as tbey now exist Of old time there
were walls to keep ont wild beasts and
wilder men. This made it necessary some
times to put one bouse on top of another to
find room for the inhabitant. And so it
was tbat we began to have two, three tad
fonr-stpry houses; and women began to speed
their time and strength climbing stairs. But
here, to-day, in America, with half a couti.
nent still a wilderness waiting to be built
upon, what excuse, save that of tbe money
grabber, can there be for crowding people
like rats in ten-story houses?
"And now let me tell you what may easi
ly happen to these grand 10 and 12-story
houses and their proud and penurious own
ers," the good priest went on. "Some day
the people will move out of them and leave
them emptied of all but their misery and
the rats and the fevers and the malaria.
Yes, this may easily happen any day after
our grea't cities are near completion
and the people have tine to sit down for a
day and think. Bear in mind, this same
thing happened in Borne more than 3,000
years ago, and with far less cause for action
and with forty ford more danger Jo the people
than could follow now. For the barbarian,
the barb, the savage, the fearful man with a
beard, was waiting outside the walls with
srord and fire. To be without tbe
walls Was to be fare, de la mura, or fare,
a foreigner. But nothing of that sort can
overtake the people of this era when they
weary of their wealthy masters. And when
they do rise up and go outside the city,
where will their wealthy masters find a man
with influence enough to bring them, back
simply by the recital of a fable?"
After a time he- continued: "I see you
look upon the idea of the people moving
bodily ont of cities owned by monopolists as
sensational. Well, then let us look at it
from a strictly business point and from a
shrewd rich man's point of view. Let at
leave 'the people' oat entirely and look at
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