FffJif wra JSWrir Tr "fflp' wwr -WpspFW '- tVf 'TP JP THE PITTSBU DISPATCH . tr ' PAGES 17 TO 20. i THIRD PART. -j pj- HOQKMGTHESUJHOH Rudyard Kipling Describes a Day of Noble Sport Wil the Silver Monarch, NO SWEETS OF VICTORY Like Unto That of landing One That Weighs Twelve Pounds. STORY OF A HARD FIGHT FOR LIFE. Wonders of a Cannery Along the Banks of the Willamette Hirer. PEEP IXTO AN OREGON FAEMER'S HOME IWBITTEN rOB TUB DISPATCH. LETTER NO. 3. HE race is neither to the swift nor the battle to the strong; but time and chance Com eth to all. I have lived! The American continent may now sink under the sea, for I hare taken the beat that it yields, and the best was neither dollars, love nor real estate. Hear now, gentlemen of the Pnnjanb Fishing Clnb who whip the reaches oi the Taviandyouwho painfully import trout over to Otac amund, and I will tell you how old man California and I went fishing and yon shall enTy. We returned from The Dalles to Portland by the w..y we had come, the steamer stop ping en route to pick np a night's catch of one of the salmon wheels on the river and to deliver it at a cannery down stream. "When the proprietor or the wheel announced that his take was 2,230 pounds weight of fish, "and not a heavy catch either," I thought lie lied. But he sent the boxes aboard and I counted the salmon by the hundred huge 50-pounders, hardly dead, scores of 20 and 30 pounders and a host of smaller fish. They were ll Chcnook salmon, as distinguished from the "steel head" and the "silver side." That is to say, they were royal ralmon, and I dropped a tear over them as monarchs who deserved a better fate, but the lust of slaughter entered our souls, and we talked fish and forgot the mountain scenery that had so moved us a day before. The Salmon Cannery. The steamer halted at a rnde wooden ware house built on piles in a lonelv reach of the river and sent in the fish. I followed them up a scale-strewn, fishy incline that led to Warned Against Smashing the Springs. the cannery. The crazy building was quiv ering with the machinery on its floors and a glittering bsnk of tin scraps 20 feet hieh showed where the waste was thrown a'ter the caus had been punched. Only China men were employed on the work, and they looked like blood-besmeared, yellow devils as they crossed the rifts of sunlight that lay upon the floor. When our consignment arrived the rough woodtn boxes broke of themselves as they were dumped downnder a jet of watersnd the salmon burst ont in a stream of quick silver. A Chinaman jerked up a 20-pounder, beheaded aud detailed it with two swift strokes of a knife, flicked out its internal arrangements with a third and cast it into a blood-dyed tank. The headless fish leaped from under his hands as though they were facing a rapid. Other Chinamen pulled them from the vat and thrust them under a thing like a chaff cutter, which descending hewed them into unseemly red gobbets fit for the can. More Chinamen, with yellow, crooked fingers jammed the stuff into the caps, which slid down some marvelous ma chine forthwith, soldering their own tops as they passed. Finishing the Rapid "Work. Each can was hastily tested for flaws and then sank with a hundred companions into a vat of boiling water, there to be half cooked for a few minutes. The cans bulged slightly after the operation, and were there fore slidden along by the trollyful to men with needles and soldering irons,who vented them aud soldered the aperture. Except for the label, the "finest Columbia salmon" was ready for the market. I was impressed not to much with the speed of the manufac ture as the character oi the factory. Inside, on a floor 90 by 40, the most civilized and murderous ot machinery. Outside, three footsteps, the thick-growing pines and the immense solitude of the hills. Oar steamer only staved 20 minutes at that place, but I counted 240 finished cans made from the catch of the previous night ere 1 left tne slippery, blood-stained, scale-spangled, oily floors and the offal-smeared Chinamen. We reached Portland, California and I crying for salmon, and a real estate man, to whom we had been intrusted by an insur ance man, met us in the street, saying that 15 miles away, across country, we should come upon a place called Clackamas, where we might perchance find what we desired. And California, his coattails flying in the wind, ran to a livery stable and chartered a wagon and team forthwith. I could push the wagon ahout with one hand, so light was its structure. The team was purely American that is to say, almost human in its intelligence and docilitv. Someone said that the roads were not good on the lift way to Clackamas, and warned us 'against smashing the springs. Off for the Sport. "Portland," who had watched the prepar ations, finally reckoned, "He's come along, too," and under heavenly skies we three companions of a day set forth, California carefully lashing our rods into the carriage and the bystanders overwhelming us with directions as to the sawmills we were to pass, the ferries we were to cross and the sign posts we were to seek signs from. Haifa mile from this citv of 50,000 souls we strack (and this must ba taken literally) a plank road that would hare been a disgrace to an Irish village. Then six miles of macadamized road showed us that the team could move. A railway ran between us and the banks of the Willamette, and another above us through the mountains. All the land was dotted with small townships, and the roads were full of farmers in their town- wagons, bunches of tow-haired, boggle-eyed urchins, sitting in the hay behind. The men gen erally looked like loafers, but their women GET YOT7B TROUT TO were all well dressed. Brown braiding on a tailor-made jacket does not, however, con sort .with hay wagons. Then we struck into the woods along what California called a camin'a reale a good road and Portland a "fair track." It wound in aud out among fire blackened stumps under pine trees, along the corners of log fences, through hollows, which must be hopeless marsh in the winter, and up absurd gra dients. The American Country Roads. Bnt nowhere throughout its length did I see any evidence of road making. There was a track you couldn't well get off It, and it was all you could do to stay on it. The dust lay a foot thick in the blind ruts, and nnder the dust we found bits of plank ing and bundles of brushwood that sent the wagon bounding into roe air. The journey in itself was a delight Sometimes we crashed through bracken; anon, where the blackberries grew rankest,. we found aJ lonely little cemetery, the wooden rails all awry and the pitiful stumpy headstones nodding drunkenly at the soft green mul leins. Then, with oaths and. the sound of rent underwood, a yoke of mighty bulls would swing down a "skid" road hauling a 40-foot log along a rudely made slide. A valley full of wheat and cherry trees succeeded, and, halting at a house, we bought ten pound weight of luscious black cherries for something less than a rupee and got a drink of icy cold water for nothing, while the untended team browsed sagacious ly by the roadside. Once we found a way side camp of horse dealers lounging by "a poo), ready for a sale or a swap, and once two sun-tanned youngsters shot down a hill on Indian ponies, their full creels, banging from the high pummeled saddles. Tbey had been fishing, and were our brethren therefore. We shouted aloud in chorus to scare a wildcat; we squabbled over the reasons that had led a snake to cross a road; we heaved bits of bark at a venturesome chipmunk, who was really the little gray squirrel ot India, and had come to call on me; we lost onr way and got the wagon so beautifully fixed on a k bud-bound road that we had to "tie the two hind wheels to get it down. Besaled on Mining' Lies. Above all, California told tales of Nevada and Arizona, of lonely nights spent out prospecting, the slaughter of deer and the chase of men, of womau, lovely woman, who is a firebrand in a Western city and leads to the popping of pistols, and of the sudden .changes and chances of fortune, who de lights in making the miner or the lumber man a quadruplicate millionaire, and in "busting the, railroad king. That was a day to be remembered, and it had only be gun when we drew rein at a tiny farm house on the banks of the Clackamas, and sought horse feed and lodging ere we hastened to the river that brake over a weir not a quar ter of a mile away. Imagine a stream 70 yards broad divided by a pebbly island, running over seductive "riffles" and swirling into deep, quiet pools, where thegood salmon goes to smoke his pipe after meals. Qetsuch a stream amid fields of breast high crops surrounded by hills of pines, throw in where you pleas: quiet water, long fenced meadows, and a 100-foot bluff just to keep the scenery from growing too monotonous, and you will get come faint notion of the Clackamas. The weir had been erected to pen the Chenook salmon from going further up stream. We could see them, 20 or 30 pounds, by the score in the deep pools, or flying madly against the wire and foolishly skinning their noses. They were not our prey, for they would not rise, at a fly and we knew it All the same when one made his leap against the wire and landed on the foot plank with ajar that shook the board I was standing on, I would fain have claimed him for my own capture. First Catch of the Day. Portland had no rod. He held the gaff and the whisky. California sniffed up stream and down stream, across the racing water, chose his ground aud let the gaudy fly drop in the tail of a rflle. I was getting my rod together when I heard the joyous shriek of the reel and the yells of California, and three feet of living silver leaped into the air far across the water. The forces were engaged. The salmon tore up stream, the tense line cutting the water like a tide rip behind him, and the light bamboo bowed to breaking. What happened thereafter I cannot tell. California swore and prayed and Portland shouted advice, and I dld'all three for what appeared to be half a day, but was in reality a little over a quarter of an hour, and sullenly our fish came home with spurts of temper, dashes head on and sarabands in the air, but home to the bank came he. and the remorseless reel gathered up the thread of his life inch by inch. We landed him in a little bay, and the spring-weight in his gorgeous gills checked at 11 J pounds. Eleven and one-half pounds of fighting salmonl We danced a war dance on the pebbles, and California caught me round the waist in a hu; that went near to breaking my ribs while he shouted: "Partner! partnerl This is gloryl Kow you catch your fish I Twenty-four years I've waited for thisl" I went into that icy cold river and made my cast just above the weir, and all but foul hooked a blue and black water snake with a coral mouth, who coiled herself on a stone and hissed maledictions. Kipling's Hook Is lucky. The next cast ah. the -pride of it, the regal splendor of itl the thrill that ran down from finger tip to toel Then the water boiled. Hebroke for the fly and got it There re mained enough sense in me to give him all he wanted when he jumped not once but 20 times before the upstream flight that ran my line out to the last half dozen turns, and I saw the nickeled reel bar glitter under the thinning green coils. My thumb was burned deep when I strove to stopper the line; bnt I did not feelit till later, for my soul was out in the dancing weir praying for him to turn ere he took my tackle away. And the prayer was heard. As I bowed back, the butt of the rod on my left hip bone and the top joint dipping like unto a weeping willow, he turned and accepted each inch of slack that I could by any means get in as a favor from on high. There be several sorts of success in this BANK, JOHNNY BULL. world that taste well in the moment of en joyment, but I question whether the stealthy theft of line from an able-bodied salmon who know exactly what you are doing and why you'are doing it is not sweeterthan any other victory within human scope. Like Caifornia's fish, he raff at me head on and leaped against the line, but the Lord gave me 250 pairs of fingers in that hour. The banks and the pyie trees danced dizzily round me, but I only reeled reeled as for life reeled for hours, and at the end of the reeling continued to give him the butt while he sulked in a pool. California was further np the reach, and with the corner of my eye I could see him casting with long casts and much skill. Then he struck and my fish broke for the weir in the same instant, and down the reach we came, California and I, reel answering reel even as the morning stars sing together. Two Monarchs Battling for Life. The first wild enthusiasm of capture had died away. We were both at work now in deadly earnest to prevent the lines fouling, to stall off a down-stream rush for shaggy water just above the weir, and at the same time to get the fish into the shallow bay down stream that gave the best practicable landing. Portland bade us both be of good heart, and volunteered to take the rod from my hands. I would have rather died among the pebbles than surrender my right to play and land a salmon, weight unknown, with an eight ounce rod. I heard California at my ear it seemed, gasping, "He's a fighter from Fightersville sure," as,his fish made a fresh break across the stream. I saw Port land fall off a log fence, break the overhang ing bank and clatter down to tne pebbles, all sand and landing net, and I dropped on a log to rest for a moment As I drew breath the weary hands slack ened their hold and I forgot to give him the butt A wild scatter in the "Water, a plunge and a break for the head waters of the Clackamas was my reward, and the weary toil of reeling in with one eye under the water and the other on the top joint of the rod was renewed. Worst of all, I was blocking California's path to the little land ing bay aforesaid, and he had to halt and tire his prize where he was. "The fathpr of all the salmonl" he shouted. "For the love of heaven get your trout to bank, Johnny BulH" But I could do no more. Even the insult failed to move me. The rest of the game was with the salmon. He suffered The Rod Sowed Almost to Breaking. himself to be drawn,"skipping with pre tended delight at getting to the haven where I would fain 1 ring him. He Was a Game Fighter. Yet no sooner did he ieel shoal water under his ponderous belly than he backed like a torpedo boat and the snarl of the reel told me that my labor was in vain. A dozen times at least this happened ere the line hinted he had given up the battle and would be towed in. He was towed. The landing net was useless for one of his size, and I would not have him gaffed. 1 stepped into the shallows and heaved him out with a respectful hand under the gjll, for which kindness he battered me about the legs with his tail, and I felt the strength of him aud was proud. California had taken my place in the shallows, his fish hard held. I was up the bank lying full length on the sweet scented grass and gasping in com pany with my first salmon caught, played and landed on an eight-ounce rod. My hands were cut aud bleeding, I was dripping with sweat, spangled like harlequin with scales, water from mv waist down, nose peeled by the sun, but utterly, supremely aud consummately happy. He, the beauty, the darling, the daisy, my Salmon Bahadur, weighed 12 pounds, and I had been 7 and 30 minutes bringing him to bank. He bad been lightly hooked on the angle of the right jaw, and the hook had not wearied PITTSBTJTR&, SUNDAY, him. That "hour I sat among Princes and crowned heads, greater than them all. Be low the bank we heard California scuffling with his salmon and swearing Spanish oaths. Portland and I assisted at the capture, and the fish dragged the spring balance outbv the roots. It was only constructed to weigh up to 15 pounds. We stretched the three, fish on the grass the 11 J, the 12 and IS pounder and we gave an oath that all who came after should merely be weighed and put back again. The Record of the Day. How shall I tell the glories of that day so that you may be interested? Again and again did California and I prance down that reach to the little bay, each with a salmon in tow, and land him in the shallows. Then Portland took my rod and caught some 10 pounders, and my spoon was carried away by an .unknown leviathan. Each fish, for the merits of the three that had died "so gamely, was hastily hooked on the balance and flung back. Portland recorded the weight in a pocketbook, for he was a real estate man. Each fish fought for all he was worth, and none more savagely than the smallest, a game little six pounder. At the end of six hours we added up the list Head it Total: Sixteen fish; aggregate weight, 141 pounds. The score in detail runs some thing like this it is only interesting to those concerned: 15, 12, 11, 10, 9X. 8 and so forth; as I have said, nothing under six pounds and three ten-pounders. Very solemnly and thankfully we put up our rods it was glory enough for all time and returned weeping in each other's arms, weeping tears of pure joy, to that simple bare-legged family in the packing case house by the water side. The old farmer recollected days and nights of fierce warfare with the Indians "wav back in the fifties," when every ripple of the Columbia river and Its tributaries hid covert danger. God had endowered him with a queer, crooked gift ot expression and a fierce anx iety for the welfare of his two little sons tanned and reserved children, who attended school dally and spoke good English in a strange tongue. "&. Picture of Home life. His wife was an austere woman, who had once been kindly and perhaps handsome. Very many years of toil had taken the elas ticity out ot step and voice. She looked Jor nothing better than everlasting work the chafing detail of housework1 and then a grave somewhere up the hill among the blackberries and the pines. But in her grim way she sympathized with her eldest daughter, a small and silent maiden of 18, who had thoughts very far from the meals she tended and the pans she scoured. We stumbled into the household at a crisis and there was a deal of downright humanity in that same. A-bad, wicked dressmaker had promised the maiden a dress-in time for a to-morrow's railway journey, and though the barefooted Georgy, who stood in very wholesome awe of his sister, had scoured the woods on a pony in search, that dress never arrived. So, with sorrow in her heart and a hundred Sister Anne glances up the road, she waited upon the strangers and, I doubt not, cursed them for the wants that stood between her and her need for tears. It was a genuine little tragedy. The mother, in a heavy, passion less voice, rebuked her impatience, yet sat up far into the night bowed over a heap of sewing for the daughter's benefit. These things I beheld in the long marigold scented twilight and whispering night, loafing round the little house with Cali fornia, who uDfolded himself like a lotus to the moon, or in the little boarded bunk that was our bedroom, swapping tales with Portland and the old man. Most of the yarns began in this way: "Bed Larry was a bull puncher back of Lone county, Mon tana," or "There was a man riding the trail met a jack rabbit sitting in a cactus," or " 'Bout the time of the San Diego land boom a woman from Monterey, etc" Xou can trv to piece out for Yourselves what sort of stories thev were. u " BUDYARD KIPLINQ. HEW YOKE'S TEAVEIINB PUBLIC. The Varied Classes of Peoplo Who Patronize the Longest Car line. "Yes, sir," said the conductor on the Madison avenue horse car to a Hew York Sun writer, as he banged the door open and pushed a stout woman inside, "we have a good many kinds of passengers on this line. You see, we run from the postofiice to Har lem, which is the longest run of surface road in the city1. We pass through such different parts of town that we get a big variety of folks aboard in the course of one trip. If you got on at the postofiice end, and rode clear up to the other, vou'd find it interesting just to watch the different people who get in by the way. It's on the Bowery that we get a big variety, everything from a dude to a Chinaman. Chinamen ride a good deal oftener than almost any other one class of Eastsiders. They always sit in a corner, and usually take very long rides. By the time we reach Union Square we begin to take in depot passengers, and thev keep coming till we strike the tunnel at Thirty fourth street c "But it's on the avenue that you'll see the stuff," he continued, as he rang up a couple of fares and hoisted a baby on to the plat form. "There's your high life. They come in silk and sealskin all day long, and at night, on the down trip, it's a regular para dise inside the car. Why, it's just jammed full of the prettiest women you ever saw. Oh, there's some fnn being a conductor, after all, especially if you're on an aristo cratic line and know how to do the polite act" And be "did the polite act" by walk ing to the front platform to swear fluently at a truck driver who refused to get off the track, and so delayed a car with five ladies in it THE PHON0GBAPH SPREE. The latest Dissipation In Which Young New Yorkers Indulge. New York Times. "The phonograph spree" is the pet hobby of a well-known young man in this city who thinks he has a monopoly of an entirely new form ot dissipation. Like most new forma of dissipation, this one has its birth in an old one. A necessary condition precedent to a phonograph spree, this young man ex plains, is a certain degree of alcoholic stimu lation. In many of the downtown retorts the patent drop-a-nickel-in-the-slot phono graphs are placed, and, aided by his alco holic incentive, the young man starts out to visit all the automatio machines in the neighborhood, and he travels the route with an enthusiasm born of a love for music and whisky. He drops many nickels in as many slots, hears all the popular sohgs he can, and goes home happy if the music suits him. If it does not, if it jars on his nerves like a hand organ out of tune, he sandwiches in some stimulants between each of the machines, and by the time he reaches the end of his musical route he cannot distinguish the soft strains ot "Annie Boocey" from the sad and sorrowful musical recital of the adventures of oneMcGinty. Jay Gould's' TJttle Joke. New York Journal. Jay Gould was in a very jovial mood last week during the meeting of the railroad magnates at the Windsor Hotel. In fact, he was merry, aud told more to the reporters about what was going on" in the meeting than any other member. In response to a pointed question regarding what had been done at a morning session, however, he re plied rather vaguely, and when a reporter asked him flatly: "Well, please tell us what's happened?" be answered: "When?" "Any time within the past few days," re plied the reporter. "Well, let me see, the latest thiug of im portance that I've heard of is that Sitting Bull is dead." Then he bolted. JANUAKT 25, 1891. A ROYAL HOUSEHOLD. The Men and "Women Who Bask in the Smiles of Qneen Victoria. GOOD SALARIES GO FOR NOTHIKG. Nearly Two Millions Every Year to Keep Up the Establishment. THE PETTIC0ATED OFFICERS' EASE rCOHElSFOXDEUtE or TILE DISPATCH.! . London, Jan. 16. "Eight bed-chamber women at asalary of $1,500 a year." This item appears in -the annual list of official household expenses for the Queen. The title is very misleading to one who has never had a chance to learn from those who know of the inside workings of Her Majesty's service. In fact,- all, or nearly all, English titles are misnomers to the American mind, for in a majority of cases tbey are only a guise for adding to the in come of some titled and favored person. Concealed under the gauze oi a singular name tbey pass without notice or inquiry by the subjects even who pay for the caprice of royalty. I doubt if one person in 10,000 outside the charmed circle, which is made up of n&bility, know why and for what good purpose these bed-chamber women are called and named. Yet they occupya very signifi cant place near the Queen and earn all they receive if not more. Queen Victoria's Duties. The Queen's household is a remarkable affair and organized upon what may truly be called a broad basis. There are 33 well known officers wearing petticoats, who 'wait upon the commands of Her Majesty, and 'they hold rank and grade as fully defined as the officers of a regiment Tney do not command nor 'control companies nor battalions of servants that wait upon her as many people may suppose. Neither do they have any duties to perform, except of the high social and dignified order of assist ance which the sovereign needs in the control of her household, and the exacting work which her exalted station imposes upon her. For no woman in the world, no matter what her age, accepts and fills into every 24 hours of life so many tasks, both on her own account and to meet the wishes of her people. Yet, they are dissatisfied because they do notsee more of her audlong for the day when Albert Edward shall become King. This is partly because thev want more DoniD and show at their ceremonials, and wish to see the royal carriage with its rich trimmings, drawn with the finest of horses, ridden by gaily dressed riders, and surrounded with all that inspiring style that belongs to roy alty. There is serious discontent that the Queen has not opened Parliament for five years and has given the public very little view of herself upon great occasions. From the Poorer Nobility. "Bedchamber women" hold the highest rank among those who are paid for their services of the manv who wait upon' the Queen. They are the Major Generals of her household, and are drawn from that class of nobility that are not overburdened with money, and yet, hold rank and have attain ments that pleases Her Majesty. In other words they are her favorites among the asso ciates of her later life, and the $1,500 a year which she accords them out of the public es timates, simply pay their expenses in going from or coming to her as she wishes, a few dollars for the extra garments, and other in cidentals that belong "to people of their class. They are at the call of ihe Qneen when ever she desires their presence, which is as often as she wants to change the surround ings of her home and have fresh faces and new minds to give variety to her everyday life. They are not as often called as some others of her sex who hold honorary posi tions only, upon the natural theory that those whom you pay and can always direct are not as often asked as those who come without drawing a salary. "Ladies ot the bedchamber" are the honorary Major Gen erals ot the Queen's household, and are not paid. They are women of higher rank than "bed-chamber women," and the names given to the two classes indicates the differ ence. The Queen's Favorite lady. Lady Dowager Churchill, who belongs by some remove of kinship to the family of tire Dute of Marlborough and Lord Randolph Churchill, is one of the Queen's favorites among all her female attendants. When I last saw Her Majesty she was driving with this noted woman, who is one oi the eight ladies of the bed chamber. She is a middle aged person of engaging manners and far more than ordinary accomplishments, and her frequent presence at Her Majesty's side gives her a high place among all the ladies of the kingdom. At least two of the ladies of the bed chamber hold the rank of Duchess, and the other six represent nearly as high a degree of social power, while bed-chamber women, although the duties of the two grades are of the same character, never reach higher than a Viscountess. There are four extra "ladies of the bed chamber" among them a Duchess and four extra "bed-chamber women" making 12 honorary and 12 paid females of high rank whose duties are simply to wait upon the Queen's pleasure, assist in entertaining her, and in entertaining the people whom she admits to her presence. These appointments are much sought after by ladies of rank and are regarded as a very high honor. The world at large calls these appointees "ladies in waiting" which is a better sounding title than bed-chamber women and "ladies of the bed-chamber," but it is alBO misleading, and is often the cause of some strange views as to what their real duties are. An American Lady's Impression. Only the other evening I sat next to a very intelligent American lady who is full of the independence of her race. There was a gen eral chat about the board and a guest nearby told her a story about one of "the ladies-in-waiting" to th'e Queen. He took occasion to speak of her strong intellectual attain ments and high character, also of the promi nent position she held near the Throne. The American could not understand the situation and said, with considerable show of feeling: "Well, I cannot understand how any lady of education can consent to be a servant. I should like to see myself wait upon any Queen." There was a general smile around the table among those who know the habits and conditions of the country, and the conversa tion was turned to a more general subject The Hop. Harriet Phipps is a "maid of honor," and there are six others who like herself receive $1,500 a year salary for being bright and useful. Two extra maids have the rank without pay. All of these ladies may fairly be called the colonels of the royal household over the female establishment Perhaps some of them may reach the rank of brigadier general; if so the Hon. Harriet Phipps and the Hon. Evelyn Paget are in that grade. Accompanied or Attended. While the "maids of honor" are the as sociates oi Her Majesty and wait upon her upon all ceremonious and other occasions, when she wishes, they have more details of her affairs to look after than the other ladies I have described. In fact, the distinction between the two is drawn in the official an nouncement of the Queen's movements sent Out every day from wherever she may be. Thus if It is a ladv of the bed chamber who accompanies the Queen on her drive or else-, where the statement appears that: "Her Majesty drove this afternoon accompanied by the Duchess of Athoh" If a maid of honor was with the head of the Government the statement would bet "Her Majesty rode out this morning attend ed by the Hon. Harriet Phipps." The duties of both are practically identi cal, save that the "maids of honor"have more duties to perform and are asked to do things that would not be regarded as proper to exact of the two first grades 1 have men tioned. For each one is extremely jealous of its rights, although the social position of one in the Queen's household is nearly as high as the other. For instance, the Hon. Harriet Phipps who has been a long time "a maid of honor" is fast reaching 50 years and she is a sort of private secretary to Her Majesty, looking after the conditions of the household and official life that a lady-in-waiting would never be asked to do. This may be because of long years of service and the growing necessities of the Queen for help in her. official duties. Doesn't XIko Wrinkles. . Old age brings its penalties to woman even more arbitrarily than to men. The Queen of England is no exception to that rule. In the early years of her reign she was not particularly captious about the age or looks of the women whom she called about her as companions. Of late she has shown a strong disposition to keep her female officials younger than before. Like all elderly people she prefers a comely ap pearance and a youthful face to the wrinkles and physical penalties that years impose, and to this many people attribute her good health and cheerfulness. Therefore, the ladies she brings about here are of the years where the enthusiasm of youth ends and the well-equipped woman begins. But it is difficult to retire those who have been so long honored, and when a"chango is made the one let go is slipped into some easy place where her pride is not wounded and public comment upon the change is not harsh. For the Queen is exceedingly care ful in her dealings with those who enjoy her favors, and she is certain never to wound them even when the time comes when an other must take their place. She also calls them to her side occasionally afterward, that the public may see that they have not lost her favor, a very gracions act on the part of a ruler. Very Close to the Throne. "The Mistress of the Eobes" is another misleading title, lor the woman who bears it has nothing to do with the Boyal togs, but wields a mighty influence in the Queen's surroundings. She is a sort of female adjutant general, holding rank above all the other ladies who are called about Her Majesty. She must hold the rank of duchess before the position is within her grasp, and like every chief of stall to a great com mander, she speaks on many important things in the name of the sovereign. She directs all forms of presentation to the Queen, and in a great measure designates the Boyal favors to those seeking an audi ence. To be within reach ot her friendship is to be very close to the throne. The Duchess of Buccleuch, who now holds the position, is as strong a woman as anyone must necessarily be to hold such a place. Her salary is $2,500 a year, and her duties are many and varied. ' In rank she outclasses all the other lady members of the Queen's official household. She assigns them to their respective duties and desig nates in Her Majesty's name when the presence of any of them is required to wait upon the Queen's pleasure. To look out for her amusements and keep a general eye to the hundred and one things which enter into the life of a queen is a part of ber task. This is not an 'easy job, for Victoria is still very fond of the pleasures of life, and often requests the great singers and players to visit her. Madam Albanl is a great fa vorite with her, and is frequently at Buck ingham palace, Windsor, Osborne House and Balmoral. Anyone who has achieved fame in the realm of entertainment is only too happy to play for the Queen, who, by the way, is practically barbed from all olasses of entertainment except those that come to her or are of a semi-official charac ter.. Thus royalty pays quite a tuyere pen-altyforit-rcrown. It is part of the duty of the mistress of the robes to make up in some degree for the loss which exclusion from the common herd imposes upon her sovereign. The Men of the Household. A duchess of the very highest degree gave me this interesting description of the Queen's household and those women who officially wait noon her pleasures. But her chat upon the su'jjeot did not stop with this review ot the female portion of the Queen's attaches. A royal family cannot be made up entirely of women officers. Men of all grades have to be called into the ornamental as well as the practical duties of Her Majesty's surroundings. As in all other places the men cost more than the women, and they have less duties to perform. It costs more than $100,000 a year for the purely ornamental . appendages to the Queen's household who wear pantaloons. They seldom have anything to do except now and then, to go and see Her Majesty, for whatever duties are required br their singular titles are performed by deputies or clerks who receive a salary out of the gen eral fund. In fact, the positions are given to favorites to add something to their already ample incomes. To ba sure, they may be called upon at any time to pay court to Her Majesty, bnt tbey seldom are, and the men near her are not as necessary to her comfort and pleasure as the women who wear the title "Ladies of the Bedc3mber," "Bed chamber Women" and maids of honor. "Lots of Money for Nothing: There are lords in waiting, eight in num ber, who receive $3,500 a year for wearing the title. Eight grooms-in-waiting draw $1,670 apiece, and there are at least a hun dred more ornamental positionsabout the Queen's household held by men at a salary from $500 to $15,000 a year who have noth ing practically to do. In fact, it is esti mated that at least 600 persons, it not more, are attempting to kill time about Her Majesty, and yet there is no very serious grumbling among those who pay the taxes to keep up this drain upon the public purse. Tbey think, as a rule, that they have the best government on earth, and they are will ing to pay a good, round price for it "Life in the Queen's household is very pleasant," said the Duchess, "and very use ful to tboe who are in or near the court We meet the very highest class of people of all nations, and it is a dull person indeed who doesn't learn to be investing and diplomatic before she has been there any length of time. The Queen herself is de lightfully pleasant to every one about her and exceedingly mindful of their comfort Manv young women would hesitate to stand the work which the Queen takes upon her self at the ripe age ot 72. Both in temper and action sha is a remarkable woman at her age, and there is not one about her who does not have lor her the highest respect" To keep np the royal household pertain ing only to the Queenherself costs $1,900,000 per annum. Out of this vast sum she re ceives for herseli for pooket money $300,000. The rest goes to'tradesmen and to the men and women who bask in the sunshine of her favor. . Frank A. Burr. Merit Unappreciated. Philadelphia Times. J "John, I think I'm becoming a better housekeeper every day." "I'm glad of that," said the gratified young husband, who wasn't tired just yet of praising his little wife. "What is your latest wonderful accomplishment?" "Well. I thought it all out by myself," she continued enthusiastically. "When I found I couldn't open the canned tomatoes with the ax I used your razor, and it worked just beautifully." Disgusted. With, the Country. Boston Traveller.! m t The size ot this country is a great source of amazement to the average foreigner. Their astonishment is of much the same nature that once prompted an English actor, a member of Henry Irving's company, by the way, to remark: "I never saw such blawsted big country. You get in the can and yon ride all night, and then you find that yon haven't got anywhere after all," r-rr tci. Qv? If? c-JF: "2qjL tfa&mfKr Pd ar Iff 7$fmlW I NrW" u lit A FANTASTIC TALE, INTRODUCING HYPNOTIC THEORIES. WBTrTEIT FOB THE DISPATCH BY P. MARION CRAWFORD, Author of "Mr: Isaacs," "Br. Claudius," "A Roman Singer," and Many Other Stories That Have Taken Banh as Standard lAterature. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. The entire action occurs in a little over four weeks, and in the city of Prague, Bohemia. Til story opens in the Teyn Church, crowded with people. The hero, the Wanderer. Is there, search, ing for his love, Beatrice. Seven years Derore they baa fallen in lore, hut her father forbade a marriage and took his daughter away on endless travels to cure her of ber affection. For seven long years the Wanderer has searched for her. On this day he sees her in a distant part ot tne church. He attempts to reach her, but the crowd is too great. Finally, in the darkness, ho fol lowed a flgnre be thinks is that of Bea'rice to the home or Unorna, thn Witch of Prague. The latter calls the girl he has followed and convinces him of his mistake. Unorna. falls in love with the Wanderer and finds she can hypnotize him. He tells ber bis Story and she offers to help him And Beatrice. Feartul ot her hypnotic powers, the Wanderer concludes to search Prague him self first, and, failing, then to seek the witch's aid. CHAPTER IIL FTEB a long search the Wanderer be gan to realize that he had been de ceived tn supposing that he must inevi tably find the names of those he sought upon the ordin ary registers, which chronicle the ar rival and departure of travelers. He lost no time, he spared no effort driving from place to place as fast as two sturdy Hungarian horses could take him, hurrying from one office to an other and again and again searching endless KETORK AEABIAN pages and columns which seemed full of all the names of earth, but in which he never found the one of all others which he 'longed to read. The Wanderer stood in deep thought under the shadow of the ancient Powder Tower. Haste had no further object now, since he had made every inquiry within his power, and it was a relief to feel the pave ment beneath his feet and to breathe the misty frozen air after having been so long in the closeness of his carriage. He hesitated as to what he should do, unwilling to return to Unorna and acknowledge himself van quished, yet finding it hard to resist his de sire to try every means, no matter how little reasonable, how evidently useless, how puerile and revolting to his- sounder sense. The street behind him led toward TJnorna's house. Had he found himself in a more re mote quarter he might have come to another aud wiser conclusion. Being so near to the house of which he was thinking, he yielded to the temptation. Having reached this stage of resolution, his mind Unoma's Arms Went Out to Grasp the Shadow began to recapitulate the events of the day, and he suddenly felt a strong wish to revisit the church, to stand in the place where Beatrice had stood, to touch, in the marble basin beside the door, the thick ice which her'fingers had touched so lately, to traverse again the dark passages through which he had pursued her. To accomplish his pur nose he need only turn aside a few steps from the path he was now following. He left the street almost immediately, passing under a low, arched way that opened on the right hand side, and a moment later he was within the walls of the Teyn Kirche. The vast building was less gloomy than it had been in the morning. It was not yet the hour of vespers. The funeral torches had been extinguished, as well as most of the lights upon the high altar, there were not a dozen persons in the church, and high up beneath Ihe roof broad shafts of softened sunshine, floating above the mists of the city without, streamed through the narrow lancet windows and were diffused in the great gloom below. The Wanderer went to the monumentff Brahe and sat down in the corner of the blackened pew. His hands trembled a little as he clasped them upon his knee, and his head sank slowly toward his breast He was aware that some one was standing very near to him. He looked up and saw a very short, gray-bearded man engaged in a minute examination of the dark red marble face on the astronomer's tomb. The man's bald head, encircled at the base by a frinjee of short gray hair, was half buried between his high, broad shoulders, in an Immense collar of far, but the shape ot the skull was M 1111 V Ifflf ' - - v 1 illiK' mwJWk so singular as to distinguish its possessor, when hatless, from all other men. The cranium was abnormally shaped, reaching a great elevation at the summit, then sinking suddenly, then spreading forward to an enormous development at the temple, just visible as he was then standing, and at the same time forming unusual protuberances behind the large and pointed ears. No one who knew the man could mistake his head, when even the least portion of it could be seen. TneWanderer recognized him at once. As though he were conscious of being watched, the little man turned sharply, ex hibiting his wrinkled forehead, broad at the brows, narrow and high in the middle, showing, too, a Socratic nose half buried in the midst of the gray hair which grew as high as the prominent cheek bones, and suggesting the idea of a polished ivory ball lying in a nest of grayish wool. Indeed, all that was visible of the face above the beard might have been carved out of old ASD THE "WANDERES. ivory, so far as the hue and quality of the surface were concerned; and if It bad been necessary to sculpture a portrait of the man, no material could have been chosen more fitted to reproduce faithfully the deep cutting ot the features, to render the close network of the wrinkles which covered them like the shadiqgs of a line engraving, aud at the same time to give the whole that appearance of hardness and smoothness which was peculiar to the clear, tough skin. The only positive color which relieved the half-tints ot the face lay in the bright, sharp eyes which gleamed beneath the bushy eyebrows like tiny patches of vivid blue 'sky seen through little rifts in a cur tain of cloud. All expression, ell mobil ity, all life were concentrated in these two points. The Wanderer rose to bin feet "Keyork ! Arabian 1" he exclaimed, ex tending his hand. The little man immedi ately gripped it in his small fingers, which, soft and delicately made as they were, pos sessed a strength hardly to have been ex pected either from their shape or from the small proportions of him to whom they be longed. "Still wandering?" asked the little man, with a slightly sarcastic intonation. He spoke In a deep, caressing bass, not loud, but rich in quality and free from .that jar ring harshnesss which often belongs to very manly voices. A musician would have dis covered that the pitch was that of thoseBus sian choristers whose deep throats yield or gan tones a fall octave below the compass of ordinary singers in other lands. "You must have wandered, too, since we last met,"replied the taller man. "I never wander," said Keyork. "When a man knows what he wants, knows where it is to be found, and goes thitherto take it, lie is not wandering. Moreover, I have no thought of removing myself or my goods from Prague. I live here. It is a city for old men. It is saturnine. The foundations of its houses rest on the Silurian formation, which is more than can be said oi any other capital, as far as I know." . "Is that an advantage?" inquired the Wanderer. "To my mind. I would say to my son, if I had one my thanks to a blind but intelli gent destiny for preserving me from such a calamity! I would say to him: Spend thy youth among flowers in the land where they are brightest and sweetest; pass thy man hood in all lands where man strives with man, thought for thought, blow for blow; choose for thine old age that spot in whieh, all things being old, thou mayest for the longest time consider thyself young in com parison with thy surroundings. A man can never feel old if he contemplates and meditates upon those things only whieh are immeasurably older than himself- More over the imperishable can preserve the perishable." "It was not your habit to talk of death when we were together." "I have found it interesting of late yean. The subject is connected with one of my in ventions. Did you ever embalm a body? No? I could tell yon something singular about the newest process." "What is the connection?" a "I am embalming myself, body and mind. It is but an experiment, and unless it suc ceeds it must be ihe last Embalming; as it is now understood, means substituting one thins for another. Very good. I am try ing to purge from my mind its old circulat ing medium; the new thoughts must All be selected from a class" which admits of no delay. Nothing could be simpler." "It seems to me that nothing could ho more vague." "You were not formerly so slow to nnder' stand me," said the strange little man, with some impatience. "Do yon know a ladr of Prague who call herself TJnorna?" the Wanderer wked, pj. A i i I 1 4 -'
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