16 3 THE PTTTSBUE
G, DISPATCH. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER ST, 1891
saying that (idiot that I am) eversinoe her
final sitting, which was two-weeks ago yes-derdav."
lie &liot out of the room at his usual
bnslc mnMe, ana Lexington loiioweu mm.
The ttudio, a great northern chamber,
blazed with gorgeousness. Through an
immense window the light poured upon
yards of costly tissues and hundreds of
curios. On the easel was the portrait to
which Alouzo had just referred. He stood
staring at it for several moments with
folded arms.
"Dear old Eric Thaxterl" he said. "You
always told me the truth, you swore I could
only "paint about one good picture every
five years, and I believe you, you were
right. Was there ever such a slow coach?"
"Erie Thaxter?" muttered Lexington. "I
remember him at school in Vevey."
"We afterward studied together at the
same atelier in Paris. Erie wasn't ut out
for n painter, perhaps, but had done won
ders over there as an architect. See this
" and he handed Islington a letter,
"He's drifted into the good graces of the
voungKingof Saltravia; he's built a new
royal palace, which they say is a grand suc
cess." "And he's very anxious for you to come
on and make him a visit," said Lexington,
while scanning the letter.
"Oh, res. He thinks me a wonderful art
critic, tfiough the cempletcst failure as a
painter."
"How obliging of him," said Lexington,
coldlv. He had for some time felt a vague
jealousy of this Eric Thaxter, whom Alonzo
would "so often mention, even amid the
fiurrv and whirl of the life he led.
"Head on, Phil, and you'll Fee Eric
thinks there's no one with such a flair as I
for what's genuine in art. The young
King, who is absurdly rich, considering the
bmallcoss of his rcalnv, is anxious for home
body to prowl through the old Italian
monasteries and exhmne forgotten master
pieces, besides buying at modem talcs
ecrvthinc tlut s-hows transcendent merit."
"And actualh iic thinks you would ac- J
cept such a poMt.n as that! sneered Lex
ington. "Upon my word, Lonz, it ttrikes
ma as nlmo-t an insult. Does j our friend
suggest any salary?"
Alonzo suppressed a yawn. "No; I dare
say the grandeur of Knowing His Majesty
would lie thought sufficient'"
"IndeH"
"Oh. ionic now," cried Alonzo, slapping
his inend on the shoulder, "it's all only a
little Rchenie on Eric's part to have me go
over and hob-nob with him in Saltravia."
"And so he baits his invitation with the
prcspect of meeting a king?"
"Oh, poor, dear Eric! Not a all. I
don't doubt he's aware that Ve met sev
eral." Here Alonzo began to count with
cue hand on the outspread lingers of the
other. "They've all been so nice to me, too.
Let mc think. First, there was the Prince,
in London, yc.tr before last. But no, he
isn't a kins, is he"
"Oh, he'll pass for one. I remember, you
saw him a lot of times."
"Throush Daisy Bostwiek, yon know.
She nnd I were such tremendous chums be
fore she married."
"D.iisy IJo-twick." smiled Lexington.
"That's American, I suppose, for the March
ioness of Middlesex."
"l'ts, I've played more than one game of
poker at the Middlesex in Groscnor
Square with H. It. H. Then there was
"Cniberto, at Home, of course he was nice to
me because lie and the Queen both adore
Bessie Southg.Ue, who used to go to school
with my sister. Kitty, and is now the
Princess Carriole; and Bessie was dimply
wet to us tiie minute she heard we were
in Borne. And ict me think, haven't I any
more royalties to br.ur abont? Yes, there
was the King of Servia, whom I took sup
per with in Paris year before'last, and oh,
I'd forgotten I was presented in Berlin, the
Fame ear, at a great ball somewhere to the
Emperor of Ger But, no; lie wasn't Em
peror then, he was onlv Crown Prince, So
sir list is a prettv small once, after ail, isn't
it?"
"It's large enough for vou to snap vour
fingers at a minor potentate like the King
of Saltraia. By the way, Lonz, your peo
ple will soon be arriving". "Whv don't you
dress?"
"Dress?" cried Alonzo.ditting both hands
and whirling himself round while he sur
veyed his attire. "Isn't this good enough
in the name of common sense ?"
"In the name of decency," replied Lex
ington, "it isn't. A velveteen sack coat
and a big teuipetuous-looking necktie of
brick dust red silk! It won't do at all.
You've lots of swagger afternoon things.
Ring for j our man, and make him put you
Into one of your new London suits. It's
positively shameful that you should go
downstairs in those Bohemian togs. Your
sister, Mrs. Van Santvoord, will be furi
ous." "Oh, Kitty's always grumbling at me. I
don't mind fier."
"But this is the first home entertainment
you've given to Miss Keunnird."
"True," said Alonzo, while his rattling
manner seemed to soften. "But my dear
Phil!" he suddenlv resumed, throwing back
his head and mating flighty gestures w ith
botli hands, "if there's one tiling that dear
Kathleen of mine likes about,me it's to have
me be myself. True, she's conventional
enough; but, ah, when I think of that
adorable girl she reconciles me to all the
sham and trash of the life we live and the
wav we live it!"
Lexington furtively gnawed his lip. He
had his own secret cynical ideas about the
sincerity of this new sweetheart whom his
young millionaire friend had chosen.
"Oh, well," he returned, rather grimly,
"if you want to defy convention it doesn't
matter. You're so popular that you can.
Nobody minds. They, all accept you, and
like you the bctirr for being yourself, since
it's yourelf they're so fond ct."
"Fond!" echoed Alonzo. and with so
harshly unwonted a ring in his voice that it
made his hearer Etart and stare. He let his
flexible frame sink down on tho broad arm
of an easy-chair near which he had been
ttanding, and his lawny eyes had never
shone with stronger seriousness than while
he now continued to speak.
"You good, kind-hearted Phil! Don't yon
tee that my popularity is the merest myth?
When I do Sold or queer tilings it isn't I
whom they laugh at and make believe that
they think fimnj ; it's a fellow with a few
thousand a year that he squanders on their
amusement. Let late ctrip me of those,
Phil, cn& they'd think me as ordinary as
their morning bath. I don't want to be a
cvnic, and if I did there are come few things
that would save me from it. You're one of
them "
"I?"
"Yes, you ring right, somehow 3t least
to mv ears vou do."
"1'hanks."
"And then there's Kathleen. Ah, she
ring's right! She's like a perpetual chime
of silver bells."
"Which vou will soon turn into wedding
bells." "In April, my boy you remember, Phil,
how I h.ited the thought of marriage till I
metier. Then c cry thing changed. I felt
like a transformation scene in a pantomime.
That bi-j solid lump of prejudice in me gave
a sort of click, and there it was. a church
altar, with c clergyman or twoVichind it,
looking round to se whom ihev could
r!3rrv. And do vou know whv tliat lo vel v
pirl lias so captured me? Because I be
lieve she's without one speck of sham. It
iin't her beauty or her brains or her power
. of charming you tor she's got all three
It's her mighty jjenuiness, Phil. She often
seems to mc, ocmiic the women I meet her
with, like alive flower that's lost its way
among a basket of false ones. Her pctah
(the uirliug!) were net purchard at a
fancy .hop. Thsv came ireh from the
loom of Nature, who spun them with her
heart in her work. I find there's so much
in that, by the by. Nature's made such
crowds and crowds of us while not caring
w hethcr Brown w as to ba a poet or a poli
tician, Jones a deacon or a dentist. It's
only when she goes to work in dead earnest
that she turns out her magnificent men and.
women." He clasped both hands together
with a fervor that in almost anyone else
would have been solely comic. "And Kath
leen Kennaird is one of tlie last!"
"I wonder, "said Lexington, dryly and
yet with r. polite air of venture "whether
yon have any fceliucs of this sort about
Mrs. Kennaird, herinother."
A!o:.i.o broke into a high and hearty
laugh. ".She's worldliness itself I" ha cried.
"Who doubts it? But she's a very pictur
esque figure. I like to look at tier. She
sweeps through life so. Her chief idea of
being happy is to don a new gowji and
'meet people.' She's tremendous as an
incarnate idea. I should like to paint her
as that. If I could? It would be a great
picture. Her eyeglasses would be half
lifted, and her head would be a good deal
thrown back, and there would be billows of
silk or satin, below her waist, and she would
have her arms and neck bared, for they're
really superb, and well, Fletcher?"
Those two last words were addressed to
his 'alet who had just appeared at the open,
doorway. Guests had begun to arrive, nnd
Alonzo hastened down-stairs to receive
them. Almost the first greeting he received
was one from his sister, Sirs. Van Santvoord.
"Lonz," she said, "what on earth do you
mean by turning up in that scandalous
coat?"
"It isn't scandalous, Kitty, it's represent
ative." He appealed, in his least reposeful
style, to a great lady of fashion who stood
at his sister's side. "I'm issuing an edict,"
he went on, with that kind ot intimate and
hysteric loquacity by which he had con
trived to shock and yet to amuse many as
sociates. "I intend saying, 'Let there be
velvet coats at afternoon teas, and there
shall be velvet coats.' "
The lady, a handsome brunette, grande
dame to her finger tips, gave an obstinate
shake of her neat bonneted head.
''2io," she declared, "I, for one, shan't
agree to any rule so rowdy."
"KottdyJ" shouted Alonzo. He caught
one ofher gloved hands and peered into her
lace with his eyes quizzically twinkling.
"Lily, you're a horrid thine, and I'll never
be friends with you any more. You don't
love me. Lily, you know yon don't."
It was the madness of silliness, and im
pertinence as well Lilian Poughkeepsie
was one of the leaders of the most exclusive
set People rarely addressed her except in
terms of the strictest courtesy, and her
social nod was potent enough to unbar lor
a straggler the gilded and filigreed gates of
the Four Hundred.
Mrs. Van Santvoord, who revered Mrs.
PoughkeepsieVjiosition, drew back with a
gasp of "Oh. Alonzo, how can vou?"
Mrs. Poughkeepsie remained speechless,
with hardening face. But Alonzo didn't
mind that. "You see," he exclaimed, ap
pealing to his sister, "Lily dopsn't love me,
and I'm going to receive everybody else in
my shirt sleeves. fie took: oil tlie velvet
coat and bundled it .under one arm.
"This," he continued, "is to be my despair
ing posture for the rest of the afternoon."
He struck so ridiculous an attitude that
Mrs. Poughkeepsie burst into an unwilling
scream of mirth. She forgave him, just as
everybody else did just as he had been
forgiven last week at a very selet cotillon
for pretending drunkenness and tumbling
flat on his back in the middle of the ball
room. And now, while he was reclothing
himself, a number of people pressed about
him, principally ladies, inquiring what his
last madness meant and prepared to roar
with laughter at it before they had heard it
explained.
But a little group remained apart, and in
this was a young man who detested him,
though glad enough to appear at his festal
summons.
"Oh, it's only some new coddish prank,"
said the young man. "He's always behav
ing like that."
"But he wakes people up so," said a girl
who was not a belle and to whom he had
been kind.
"You wouldn't say that of me," replied
the young man, "if I were to carry on so
outrageously."
The girl gave a pout and a toss of the
head. "You're not Alonzo Lispenard,'"she
retorted.
"Yon mean that I haven't got 52,000,000,"
whispered the young man in her car, "and
that I can't throw awaySSO.OOO every year of
niy life in dinners and'danees and frolic for
my friends."
The girl chose to ignore this burst of bit
terness. "Look," she said, "there's Miss
Kennaird just coming in with her mother."
How sober he gets as he goes to greet her.
Tliey say she doesn't approve of his 'lark
ing' style."
"Well, she may not. How beautiful she
"Do you think so?" shrugged the girl.
"She's too tall for mv taste, nnd then I don't
like her eyes. They're like ice."
"Blue ice or green, if you please, with a
blaze of sun on it. Besjdes, the long curl of J
their black lashes helps them so. And she
has a face as delicate as an orchid."
"How can she wear that black velvet
trimmed with sables," puwued the girl.
"They say these Kennaird's haven't but
54,000 a ear to live on."
"Oh, make it 55,000."
"Nobody really knows just how much.
But still; they're poor. Do you suppose
it's possible that " and here the girl
lowered her voice, which a sweet clash of
hidden violins would in any case have
drowned an instant later.
Kathleen Kennaird smiled right and left,
but it seemed to certain observers that her
manner toward her accepted suitor was
peculiarly cold. This little afternoon ten,
as he chose to call it, was given in her
honor. Not more than 30 people had been
asked, and those were the ones Kathleen
had specially desired. Tea, it is true, was
served in the most exquisite porcelain cups;
but this potion proved, as it were, only an
excuse for other refreshments. Almost
before they knew it the guests found them
selves seated at little tables, eating ter
rapin and sipping frozen champagne.
Then, in a little while, a soprana voice was
heard'singing from "Tristan." "That's Lili
Lchmann, or I'll be shot," presently
muttered Lexington, who knew nothing of
t'lis Burprive, so characteristic of Alonzo;
and soon the great singer appeared, con
ducted by the host himself, ner beautiful
face wreathed in smiles. Nearly all the
women crowded about her with" cries of
gratulation and welcome. Amid the genial
clamor Kathleen Kennaird took the chance
of saving to her lover:
"You have been doing another wild
thing."
"What do you mean?" he queried, with
infantile innocence.
"Oh. last night at the Gramercey Club.
You'll not -deny, surely, that vou blacked
your face and went in at dessert to the large
dinner Harry Madison was giving, as a
negro banjo p"layer, and that nobody found
vou out until a wisp of your light hair
lijppened tb show under your wig.
"That's really delicious!" Alonzo said.
"My face was no more blacked than yours
is now and heaven knows there are roses
and lilies enough there! 'd promised to be
at the dinner, and reached the Gramercev
shamefully late. So I sent from the cluB
for my banjo (which, by the way, I detest
as an instrument and play horrifcly) merely
for the purpose "
Kathleen shook her head in a deploring
way as he paused. "For the purpose of
doing fomcthing horribly odd," she said,
"confess it, you may as well."
"But the ulackiug of the face is all non
sense. Johnny Chadwick got me a black
mask from one of .the waiters. I dare say it
had been worn at some servants' masked
ball and happened to be lying about some
where in tic club. I put it on alter send
ing for the banjo. It was all Johnny's idea
not the banjo, but the mask. I merely
wanted to go into the dinner with a little
music, as I'd gotthere so scandalously late.
Everything else, 'that you've heard is the
sheerest rubbish. "
Kathleen laid a slim, gloved hand on his
arm. "Well, well," she faltered. "Allow
that yoa were maligned that time, Alonzo.
But taKing olt your coat a tew minutes be
f oto mamma and I appeared ! Oh, I heard
of it; never mind who told me. And these
dreadful escapades of yours get into the
newspapers. They must stop out of re
spect to me, Alonzo, they should stop 1 You
cheapen yourself by indulging in them !
No one likes you the better for them, and
things arc said behind your back which you
don't realize, because you trust your friends
so implicitly."
"I don't trust many friends, Kathleen,"
came the low-voiced answer. "But I trust
you, and you're the only real friend I have
in the world. Now, believe me, there shall
be a reformation. From this moment I
promise you. When you marry me next
April you shall marry a man xehp hasn't
kicked up his heels for weeks."
The music burst forth again as Alonzo
finished speaking. When the revelers were
invited to re-enter the two front drawing
rooms chairs had been arranged for a cotil
lon. "Philip Lexington led the dance with
Mrs. Van Santvoord, at Alonzo's request
Through the first figure the participants..
imagined mat it was only an impromptu
dance. But suddenly they were called
upon to take it more seriously, since before
the first figure ended bouquets of the rarest
flowers had begun to circulate, and by 6
o'clock, when the final strains of the musi
cians were sounding, jeweled fans had been
lavished on the ladies for favors and the
gentlemen had received catseye scarfpins
set round with tiny pearls.
It had all been a sumptuous and yet charm
incly tasteful tribute to the sweetheart of
thehost. ' People pressed Alonzo's hand in
their ardent praise of his festivity, and told
him that the entertainment had been a
blended astonishment and delight. Mrs.
Kennaird, who had not danced, but who had
watched the cotillion with her grand air at
its grandest, whispered to her prospective
son-in-law, just as he was slipping from the
room, having in his hand a card which a
servant had lately given him:
"Yonr tribute to dear Kathleen has been
perfectly enchanting."
"So glad you liked it so glad," returned
Alonzo, as he receded from the lofty lady's
view.
The card which he held was from his
uncle, Mr. Crawford Lispenard, head of the
great banking house, Lispenard & Chiches
ter. "Mv dear Uncle Crawford!" he said,
grasping the hand of a big man with iron
grav side whiskers, who stood in the hall,
vi e meet so seldom, but when we do meet
it shouldn't be like this. I know you hate
society, dear old boy. Still you'll come up
and see my sweetheartj won't you? I'm
giving her a little afternoon dance. You
know, "Uncle Crawford, you and she must
meet, sooner or latter. Why, you're sort of
pale and queer locking; what's the matter?"
"Alonzo," said Mr. Crawford Lispenard,
in a husky voice, "I I must speak with
you, and speak quite privately."
Alonzo's eyes swept tire face that he knew
so well and dearly loved. This monetary
potentate, this prinoe of finance, his dead
father's trusted brother, who had been to
himself and his sister such a model of all
devoted guardianship, in trouble! It seemed
incredible.
"You're somehow not yourself!" he ex
claimed, momentarily careless of the watch
ing footman. "Oh, Uncle Crawford, it
isn t- .' andhedrew bacK,with a Jaugh on
his lips, but an anxious cloud in his gaze.
"It isn't any nonsense of mine that you'yo
been hearing o'f ?"
"No, no, Lonz. Can't we be alone to
gether soon? I'll come back later or
ven'll come to me;" and the gentleman, a
little bewilderedly, turned toward the door,
reaching forth a fluttered hand as if to
grasp its knob.
Alonzo caught that hand between both
his own. He had held it for an instant be
fore, but not till then had he realized how
cold it was.
"Light my studio at once," he said to a
servant, recalling that the winter day was
now completely darkened. The man sprang
upstairs to obey his bidding, and Alonzo
followed him at ins uncle's side.
"The idea of your rushing off like that,
Uncle Crawford! Yon come here so seldom
that you're not to be 'released so easily
when you do come."
The long, melodious wailings of the waltz
music floated up to them as they ascended
the stairs. After several seconds Alonzo
suddenly turnd to his companion.
"Upon my word. Uncle Crawford," he
recommenced, "if there were any bad news
that you could bring me, I should imagine
you nad brought it now."
Mr. Lispenard paused. They were at the
door of the studio. He put a hand on his
nephew's shoulder and stared gloomily into
his face.
"I do bring you bad news, my boy. I I
bring you horrible news," he said.
Alonzo felt himself whiten. In a flash he
divined what was meant. It could only be
one thing. The ground swung beneath his
feet as he passed with his uncle across the
threshold of the studio and closed its door
behind them both.
CHAPTER IX
Mr. Lispenard sank into one of the rich
chairs. It chanced to be a Venetian piece
of furniture, and his gaunt' frame and
elderly visage, both so clearly touched with
modern meanings, made an odd contrast
with the velvet and carvings of this archaic
seat
"You said horrible news Uncle Craw
ford?" Alonzo dragged forth the wprds while his
gaze wandered among the tumultuous
beauties of the room, though it possibly did
bo without seeing one of them.-
"Yes, my boy. The firm has gone.It's
been Chichester's work. No one knew. I
think some woman has been dragging him
into the whole horror a middle-aged man
like that. He's drawn enormous sums and
gambled them away. It must have been
going on for a good while. You see, I
was eareless about the books. I left all
that to Chichester; my confidence in him
was so perfect. I might, of course, have
suspected. I knew that he lived high, be
longed to fashionable clubs, entertained
troops of friends. But there was so much
money for his share that I never dreamed
he could even spend his, own income from
year to year. And all the time he was
plunging into your money, into your sis
ter's, into mine. There's one Wall street
operation alone by which ho must have lost
two millions. And he's been so infernally
crafty with it all! Even ill dyins he show ed
a certain shrewdness, waiting till the very
last enjoyable moment before he killed him
self." "Killed himself," echoed Alonzo.
"Haven't yon seen the evening papers?"
milord nn linn In '(f'hirtliaatn i n , fmmrl
replied his uncle. "Chichester was found
in his" bedroom at 2 o'clock to-day, shot
through the head, and evidently by h'is own
hand.7'
There was now a silence, during which
Alonzo stole up to his uncle's side and be
gan to stroke that gentleman's grayish locks
and nat one of his shoulders with affection
ate fervor.
"Under Crawford," he said, "you musn't
let this awful thing affect yon too much.
. . Now that I look at you closer I see
just how jaded and upset you are. I'm so
sorry for you indeed, indeed I am!"
Crawford Lispenard's eyes filled with
tears. He was called by the world a rather
frigid old celcbate, and he was known to
live a lonely and loveless life. Perhaps in
thirty years he had never really wept until
now.
"You're sorry for me, Xonz?" he
murmured. "And you don t think of
yourself-4 you
don't think ?"
"un, yes, l ao, the nephew broke in.
He went and touched a bell, coming back
to his uncle's side, with a faint, fluttered
laugh leaving his lips. "That is, I'm" be
ginning to think ot myself. Hut it's all so
btrange, so dazing, don't you know?"
When his bell-touch was answered he said
a lew words to the servant, who presently
brought a goblet of champagne, which he
insisted on having his uncle sip. Then,
when Mr. Lispenard had evidently felt the
aiding effects of the stimulant, Alonzo went
oown stairs with him to his carnage. "I
must turn np among my guests," he ex
plained, "or they'll think this one of my
rankest capers and I'm always cutting up
capers; at least everybody tells me so. There,
go home, and I'll join you between now and
10 o'clock, surelv. Don't worry ton mnnh
Things may not be so frightfully bad for us,
after alL"
And he insisted on going, with his uncle
down the, stoop bareheaded into the biting
air, and closing the carriage door with his
own hands. Then he returned to his guests,
who were wondering at his absence, 'He
heard a voice whispering in his ears above
the gay strains of the music.
"You've lost everything," said the voice;
"you and Kitty are paupers I" But w.hen
people asked him whither he had gone he
made light answers, and in the very teeth of
a generally-announced departure he bade
the musicians strike up a polka, and danced
at his merriest pace with two or three dif
ferent partners.
Thefaiewells now followed, and, except
for Kathleen, her mother, his sister, Mrs.
Van Santvoord, and five or six other, loiter
ers, the rooms were soon deserted.
"You're to dine' with us this evening,"
Kathleen said to him.
"No. I can't."
"You can'tf Why? has any
thing happened?"
"Yes; and he quickly told her of the
suicide of his uncle's partner.
"It will cause great trouble, you under
standpecuniary trouble. I am afraid that
there is disgrace behind the suicide. It
looks as if Chichester had robbed the firm
of large amounts. "
He bated to tell her that his wealth had
vanished into air, though he felt securely
certain that she would brim with compas
sion and devotion the moment that she
learned the full truth. Had thev not had
many sweet confidential talks together be
fore their engagement and since? And
during such talks had he not seen straight
into her frank, disinterested young soul?
Long ago, however, he had realized that her
mother was the essence of cold-blooded,
mundane ambition, and that she had sanc
tioned herdaughter's betrothal from motives
that were in the main sordid ones.
"Don't mention money-losses to your
mother, my dearest," he said. "I would
rather speak to her on that point myself."
Then, with a meaning pressure of her hand,
he added: "If I don't see you again this
evening I shall be wretched. But I must
talk with Kitty, and after that my poor
uncle, who is half-crazed by the suddenness
of this blow, will need me at his house.
Still, I will try to get to you, but if I fail,
forgive me and pity me!
Very soon afterward Kathleen left with
her mother. It chanced that Alonzo noted
the parting look which Mrs. Kennaird
swept about those luxurious rooms. It
seemed to say, that look of hers, "My child
will soon be installed here, mistress" of all
this grace and grandeur." And Alonzo,
with a secret catching of the breath, be
thought himself of the dizzy downfall
which this woman's ambition must soon sus
tain. He pitied her, it was his natnre to do
that; and yet already he could feel his spirit
stirred against her by forces of antasonism
and revolt. What trouble might she not
maive, in imperiously disappointed way, lor
the daughter whose bright nuptial future
would have grown null? But thank heaven,
Kathleen's love was proof against all sua
sion of this merely sordid kind. Against
that stanch fortress the maternal guns might
thunder futile broadsides.
Just as Mrs. Van Santvoord was gliding
from the room, her brother and she met face
the Kennairds into their rather shabby hired
carriage. His eyes were sparkling a little
unwontedly, and he had not the least hint
of color.
"Oh, Kitty," he said, "I forgot to tell you
something. I wish you would stay here
about ten minutes or so longer, won't you?''
"Stay?" whined Mrs. Van Santvoord, and
Bhc looked toward the gentleman at her
side. He was her latest caprice, and she
rarely appeared anywhere without him. He
had an amber mustache, and babyish blue
eyes.
"I've promised Mr. Pettigrew," she be
gan, "that"
"You'd walk home with him?" finished
Alonzo. "Jack will excuse you this once,
I'm sure." And he laid a hand onthe shoul
der of Mr. Pettigrew, who instantly pro
duced a smile that was a union of flawless
teeth and two highly-developed dimples.
But when her "Jack" had gone and she
was left alone in the vacated drawing rooms
with her brother, Mrs. Van Santvoord gave
a long, bored.sigb,
"I told, them not to bring the carriage,
Lonz," she fumed, dropping into a chair.
"Hector said he might turn up, but he
hasn't and you know he never does any
eariniy ining mat ne promises he 11 da
So now you'll have to send me home in
your carriage, for it's freezingly cold out
side, let alone being dark as pitch. And I
ought to have got home an age ago. I
refused the Bartholomew's dinner because
it's a Patriarchs' ball night. Oh, 1 know
you're not going because for some reason
le Kennairds haven't been asked. But
that's nothing to me, Lonz. you know, and
I'vo promised to dance the cotillon
with that dear, lovely Mark Manhattan."
"! yes,',' replied Alonzo musingly. "Is
he the expected successor of Jack Petti
grew?" "Lonz, how can you!" reproached his
sister. "The word 'successor' is perfectly
insulting. I don't know what you mean
by it!"
She was very prettv as she sat there be
fore her brother, witii her trim, neat figure,
her clear-cut, supercilious little blonde face,
her Parisian gown and its harmonious ad
junct of a jaunty bonnet. The late dance
had given her cheeks a becoming pink tint;
her foes were apt to say of her that she was
too pale, and perhaps a few of them said it
because they wanted to tempt her into
rouzhing, which would have been a salient
peg on which to hang their slurs. The
"Hector" to whom she had just referred
was her husband, whom she had married
when she was only 18, eloping with him for
that purpose, and whom it was whispered
that she now gave a handsome yearly al
lowance i-n the double capacity o'f letting
her alone and not'appearing to let her alone
too'much. "Hector nas every conceivable
vice, she had said not lonir asro to her
brother, "except that of incivility. He is
so refreshingly polite to me. I dare say L
might have tried to get a divorce from him
three or four years ago if it hadn't been for
his beautiful manners."
To be Continued next Sunday.
Copyrighted, 1891, by the Author? Mianot,
PERIODICAL NEURALGIA CAUSED BY
MALARIAL POISON.
The Greatest Remedy of tho Ago for JTever
and Agne, Chills and Fever and All of
tho Irregular Torms of Malarial Diseases
Extract From a Lecture by Dr. S. B.
Ilartman, Columbus, O.
Malarial headache (or hemicrania) is a
pain extending above the eyebrows around
the head, with regular interval, coming on
about 1 or 2 i m., growing more severe
lrom 4 to 5 p. M., and finally disappears
alter sundown. It may occur in the morn-
iug, or at noon, and in some cases at sun
rise, increasing until noon, gradually disap
pearing in the afternoQn, giving a perfect
intermission during the night.
Malarial neuralgia generally attacks one
side of the face or head, cither the temple
or above one eye. The regular appearance
or disappearance of the neuralgia is pre
cisely the same as in other forms of malarial
disease, presenting a regular recurrence
and distinct interval of relief. It may also
attack any other part of the body face,
teeth, shoulder, muscles of the chest, eta,
etc Whenever a pain is caused by malaria
it has either a distinct intermission, as in
intermittent fever, or a remission, as in re
mittent lever.
A lady called to see me some time ago
who was complaining of amost excruciating
pain of her right knee, which returned at 2
p. M, and continued with great severity till
G p. jr., gradually lessening, entirely ceas
ing at 10 p. M., returning the next day at 2
P.tM. This had been going on for two
months without cessation. She had been
treated with quinine in small and large
doses: had cut and blistered the knee: nspd
electricity and many varieties of linimenta
It was a typical case or malarial neuralgia
of the knee. I ordered her to take, durin"
the intermission, a wineglassful of Pe-ru-na
every two hours until four dosps worn
taken, after which a tablespoonful every
hour during the remainder of the intermis
sion, until the time for the next spell has
passed. And when "the disease stopped a
tablespoonful every two hours during the
day for 10 or 15 days, or until the cure
should be certain to be permanent. This
treatment is exactly what I would advise in
all of the above-presoribed cases. It will
cure every case. Also in all cases of chills
and fever or other malarial diseases when
there is a distinct intermission. In cases of
indistinct malaria, without any positive
chill or fever, Pe-ru-na should be taken as
directed on the bottle.
For a complete treatise on malaria, chills
and fever and ague, send for The Family
Physician No. 1. Sent free by the Peruna
Medicine Company, Columbus, O.
GOSSIP OFJM DAY.
The Advent of Lord Hawfce and His
Band of English Cricketers.
LA8T OP THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP.
Ensslan Possession of Constantinople Was
Peter the Great's Dream.
CAEEEE OP A NOTED FEENCE ACTEESS
tWRnTEN TOR TH3B DISPATCH.
The belles and beaux of this country have
a new lion in the person of the lately ar
rived Lord Hawke,
an English peer ot
more mnscular than
intellectual develop
ment, who comes over
here to show our ath
letes how to play the
interesting, but some
what longsome, gamo
o f cricket. Lord
Hawke is a descend
ant of the Edward
Hawke, who signally
Lord Hawke.
defeated a Frcpeh squadron in Quiberon
Bay in November, 1759, for which he was
made Baron Hawke of Towton, York. Ed
ward was a brave fellow, but aside from the
exploit mentioned was not guilty of any
thing else worth talking about.
Our visitor Js a comely chap, with a
superabundance of anima spirits, and who
would rather distinguish himself in the
athletic field than on the floor of the House
of Lords, of which he is a member. He
brings with him, as promised 'in TheDis-"
patch of a few weeks since, a club of
cricketers, who think to have fine sport
with our exponents of the English national
game, but, inasmuch as outside of the
leader and Mr. S. M. J. "Woods, the famous
bowler, the retinue is Bomewhat common
place, the Americans should be able to givo
them a rather warm argument.
The Old Cariosity Shop.
At the corner of "little Portsmouth street
and near Lincoln's Inn Fields, London,
stands an odd, misshapen building and so
frail looking and worn are its weather
beaten sides, that apparently a slight jar
would cause the entire structure to tumble
in a heap to the ground. Appearances are
deceitful, however, and the antique house
yields only to the hand of man, alter time's
destroying touch hag foiled. On the outer
wall of the second story there are but two
can be read in uncouth lettering, "The
Old Curiosity Shop," and the old man who
keeps the most remarkable collection of old
books, enrios, eta, in the town, on the
ground floor, will tell you that this is the
very house used as the title and the princi
pal scene of Dickcn's famous story. There
are some who believe the theory connecting
The 0?4 Curiosity Shop.
'the building with the pathetic tale anything
but authentic. They accept as argument
the statement made at the end, in which
Kit and Barbara's family, visiting the place
in which the former's little mistress lived,
find "new improvements had altered it so
much, it was not like the same. The old
house had long ago been pulled down and a
fine broad road was in its place.
There is nolhing, however, to disprove
that this idoa is purely imaginary on the
author to enhance the finish of the story.
In fact, the appearance of the place to-day
is such as to warrant the belief that this is
the identical little shop of the story, even
though the "suits of mail, standing like
ghosts in armor," and the face of sweet
"Little Nell" arc all missing. To one of
sentimental temperament it is not difficult
to weave the confused stacks of odds and
ends standing in the gloom of the little
shop into characters of the story, from the
midst of which peers the patient, wistful
face of the little heroine, whom the people
of every clime have loved.
Some Interesting Surroundings.
On the l"ft of the illustration will be
noticed a projecting corner of a building
which, with the lamp above the doorway,
has the appearance of a tavern or nublio
house. Such, indeed, it is, and a famous
one at that. Dickens made use of it as "tho
public" favored by Mr. Lowten and Mr.
Pickwick under the name of the "Magpie
and Stump," although it is now known as
"The Black Jack," the name given it by
the author having been transferred from a
hostelry some distance auay to suit his own
purpose. There is a storv not very au
thentic thatthe most of "The Old Curiosity
Shop" was written within its walls. How
ever, there is not the slightest doubt that
the place has been the resort of many
famous characters in its day. It was a con
venient rendezvous for the old-time actors
connected with the theater of Lincoln's Inn
Fields, among whom may be mentioned the
celebrated low comedian Joe Miller. It
was also much frequented by artists during
the last ci atury, and to this day paintings
and sketches made during their leisure mo
ments can be traced on the grimy walls.
Another name, more notorious than dis
tinguished, is connected with the place.
Bight above the projection forming the
lower story is a window, from which sprang
Jack Sheppard while closely pursued by
the thief catcher, Jonathan Wild. It
was long known and is still spoken of as
"The Jump," as the result of this exploit.
With such recollections, is it any wonder
the place is a familiar one and much fre
quented by American visitors, who will
miss it and the interesting old building
across the way when they are torn down to
make room for the improvements proposed
and about to be made in the vicinity?
Story of a Great Estate.
I noticed an item" in a newspaper a few
days ago, directing attention to the late
Duke ot Cleveland s
immense wealth,
which had greatly
increased since it
came into bis hands
on the death of his
father in 1862, at
which time it con
sisted of an annual
income of 5530,000,
derived from real es- Duke of Cleveland.
tate and J4.500.090. Tlie item referred to
might have been made much njore interest
ing by addingthe fact that this great for
tune will be disseminated by w.ill to numer
ous relatives, ns it was absolutely at the dis
posal of the old nobleman with whom the
title dies ont, he having no children or
brothers. The climax in the career of this
familv is noteworthy, considering the fact
that for 300 years, or since the first duke of
the-name married the last Duke of Bolton's
daughter, they have been steadily accumu
lating wealth.
I also noticed astatement in another jour
nal, seeking to prove that the family was
3gWi,fmojpJ Iff
not especially distlngnished,and in thosams
sentence acknowledging the late Dnke to be
a lineal descendant of the Vane family, of
which Cromwell's great rival, the famous
Sir Harry, was a member. It would be hard
to define distinction, if a house brought into
being through gallant achievements on the
bloody field of Poietiers by one Sir Henry
Vane, and still more honored hv succeeding
Vanes, in an unbroken line down to the pre
sent day, is unworthy of it.
Secret of the Eastern Question.
An Eastern authority, treating of the Eu
ropean situation, in an exceedingly interest-ing-and
instructive way, says: "If you look
at the map you will see that the possession
of Constantinople is a practical necessity to
full development of the Bussian empire,and
that it would make that empire so complete
that the interest of every other power is
against such possession. And this is sub
stantially 'The Eastern Question.' " The
situation could not be explainedbetter. The
The Bussians, controlling one-third of En
rope and all the way across Asiato the
shores of the Pacific, comprising, in a
straight line of territory, almost naif the
circumference of the globe, have no water
outlet in the West excent the Arctic Ocean.
Just previous to the above, however, the
writer says thatthe idea that Russia believes
herself to be the rightfnl owner of Con
stantinopleand hopes to see the time when
the cross will "replace the crescent on the
mighty basilica of Justiian," is purely
sentimental. It is not entirely sentimental
for jt was one of the ambitions of Peter the
Great. Tlie old shipbuilder dreamed nearly
200 years ago that Constantinople was the
Borne of the Greek Church." Fixed in that
conviction he pointed steadily southward
and said that there, in Byzantium, by the
blue Bosphorus, Bussia must erect her St.
Teter's and establish the throne of her czar-
Eopes. He willed that determination to
is posterity, it has been strenuously pur
sued, but, as well-known is not yet con
sumated. Still every succeeding Czar accepts
the responsibility and looks forward with
confidence to accomplishing the task.
Career of Madame Agar.
How ralnbow-hke are some lives. OutH
of obscurity they rise and into it they fall.
In the heyday of
their careers; when
they have rquired
position, wealth and
influence they are
in full glory, as the
rainbow is in its
greatest beanty
when nearest the
zenith. The simile
has often occurred
to me, the last time
Mme. Agar.
a week or so ago, when I read of Madame
Agar, the French actress' death in far Al
giers, the end in this case being brightened
through honors nnd attentions paid the
corpse, which would have been better ap
preciated during life. Nearly 60 years ago
a little child singing in the cafes of Paris
attracted the attention of LeontineCharvin,
who assisted, educated and brought her
before the public in after years. She made
her debut in Bachel's favorite "Phedre,"
and then created the part of Faustina in a
plav by Louis Bouilhet At the Odeon she
made a great sensation in 1869 in Coppee's
play, "La Passant," playing the part of
Sylvia.
During the siege of Paris, a year or bo
latert she was a well-known figure in the
hospitals, where she acted as nurse. She
then fell into disfavor and took to wander
ing from country to country, the last trip
proving fatal. The members of the Comedie
Francaise subscribed 1,000 francs to have
the body brought to Paris and buried there,
knowing that to be the dead actress' last
wish, which her poverty and a good-for-nothing
husband made impossible. All of
the most famous actors in France attended
the obsequies, and the hearse and coffin were
buried out of sight under floral offerings,
and inthe funeral oration Pastor Hirsch ap
propriately enough compared her sad.
wandering life with that ot her name-sako
of the Bible, Hagar.
The Fall of Ancient Sanaa.
This is a big world of ours, so big, In
fact, that stupendous events often take
place in some quarters of it, which civili
zation with all its news facilities never
hears of. The fact is impressed upon us
when ancient.Sanaa, a town of 40,000 inhab
itants, situated in the land of Sheba, is
captured by warring insurgents, and our
only intelligence of the affair is conveyed
in a two-line paragraph. This town was
once the capital of the Imans of Yemen,
and is beautifully situated at the foot of the
Jcbel Nikkum Mountains. Some of the
old palaces are magnificent specimens of
architecturej and the Hebrew quarter would
also be a picturesque locality if it had not
been so repeatedly destroyed by fanatical
Mohammedans. Although walled in, the
town was without doubt an easy prey to
the besiegers, as it had no defenses except
some worn-out cannon.
In tho vicinity are most interesting an
tiquities, Sanaa being erected amid the
rums left by a people who were the de
scendants of Solomon's favorite; a people
who held the key to India and trafficked in
the gold, precious stones, perfumes, incense
and spices that came from that country 300
years before the time of Christ
Koyal Families In Case of War.
In the event of a war in Europe of any
considerable note, the relationship existing
between quite a number of the royal fami
lies will be somewhat strained. Let us
imagine that Germany and France pitch
into each other as they surely will before
long; then Bussia, England and others take
sides or be drawn into the affair as is almost
certain to be the case, the first named on
the side of France and the other with Ger
many. In that event Fnsland has a future
Queen the Princess of Wales who would
no doubt be embittered against a much
loved sister of former days, in the present
Empress of Bussia. King George, of
Greece, will also Be unfriendly to his
British relatives, as he loves not England
since Jtcaconsheld robbed him ot a
chance to secure his proper possessions
at the Berlin apportionment, follow
ing the Bnssian-Turkish war and
while his son, iti whose favor he
proposes abdicating shortly, may hold the
same opinions, he will look with a gentler
eye toward England's ally, Germany, as it
is from that land he got his wife. Two
Bussian princes of the royal house are
mated with Germans, and a princess is the
present Dnchess of Edinburgh, and a
daughter-in-law of the Queen oi England.
Truly, a royal mixup.
But the most curious position is that of
Denmark. The reigning familv of that
country has powerful relations in England,
Russia, France, Germany and Greece, and
it will be interesting to know whose cause
it wonld espouse in the inevitable conflict
to come. Indications point to Bussia as the
favored one, the English newspapers al
ready containing rumors to the effect that
Bussia successful means the Czarina will de
mand the ann exation of Schleswig-Holsteiu
with Denmark to her father's kingdom.
WlLKIE.
A Tew Wise Sayings.
' Something lo boot Blacking.
A Governmental net The Cabinet
A familiar countenance in Alabama
The Mobile.
Puffed up A steamer to BrownsviUe.
The frog's favorite year Leap year.
An ocean tonic The Teutonic.
Strikes oil The wieI2
A cane that the dude doesn't carry The
hurricane. Penabth.
Greenland Has No Stamps.
Greenland has no postage stamps. Not a
great deal of mail matter leaves the coun
try.' That which the Kite's party sent was
stamped by the Governors with Danish
stamps, taken to Denmark in the trading
vessels, and there mailed.
Df CONGRESS.
Ex-Chief Clerk Lloyd. Tells How the
First Negroes Were Eeceiyed.
E0BEET BROWS ELLIOT'SORATORY.
The Pint Btate to Betel nad the
Black Eepresentative.
First
CHANGES m SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS
rWKlTTKK TOR THE D1SPATCH.1
On one Fourth of July I strolled out
from my office in the Capitol, and observed
a large number of the colored population of
both sexes seated on the iron settees in tho
East Park in the quiet enjoyment of the
day; their faces beaming with evident satis
faction over the situation There was an
old negro man whose head was whitened
o'er with the frosts of many years, with his
hands resting on the top of the picket fence,
which then surrounded the park, and his
chin resting on his hands, and indulging in
an audible soliloquy. Cnnons to know
what was the subject of his meditations, I
approached cautiously behind him and
heard him murmur: "Good Lawd, how
times is changed."
"What is the matterwith the" times?" I
inquired.
"Why," said he, "I kin remember when
dey wouldn't let no culled pussons go into
dat yard, and now dem cheers is all full of
em."
The times had indeed changed. From the
auction block, on which in the very shadow
of the Capitol of a nation based upon the
doctrine, as its fundamental principle, of
the equality of all men, but which, in ap
parent insensibility to the strange inconsis
tency, doomed a race to perpetual servitude,
to the Legislative halls of the same nation,
was a stride and a contrast such as the an
nals of mankind had perhaps never re
corded. THE B-ACK EACE XS CONGRESS.
It was but a few years before that the
nation, by the lips of" the Chief Justice, had.
declared that there were slave races, and
already, as if in mockery of the declaration.
Sumner's wish, expressed on the floor of
the Senate, that he might live to see repre
sentatives of that race occupying seats in both
Halls of Congress, had been realized, so
lar as tlie one branch was concerned, and if
he had lived about a year longer would
have been fully realized by the admission of
one of them to the Senate.'
The appearance of the colored members in
the House of course created a good deal of
a sensation and caused some of the old moss
backs doubtless to shiverwith apprehension;
as did the Ephesian worshipers of Diana
nearly 2,000 years before, lest the world
should be turned upside down. But the
earth continned to revolve on its axis as be
fore, and the seasons to come and go as was
their wont. All the same it was a novel
sight a negro in Congress! Not altogether
agreeable, even to some at least of the Eep
resentatives from the Northern States, at a
time when the white citizens of the Quaker
City had not yet conquered the bad habit of
throwing a street car off the track if a re
spectable colored woman was allowed to ride
in it. The race prejudice is difficult if not
impossible wholly to eradicate, whether it
be natural or acquired, as the small progress
made in this direction since the emancipa
tion of the negro abundantly proves. The
problem has not yet been solved, and he
will be a wise man who can find its proper
solution.
OTIE TITEOET AND THE PRACTICE.
Of course it is easy to settle it on abstract
theory. There was no difficulty about the
theory as regards the governm'ent, but it
was grossly disregarded in practice during
tne nrst three-quarters ot a century ot our
organized existence, and it was only on the
occasion of which I write that the nntinn
was made for the nrst time absolutely true
to the declared purpose of its origin and the
gross inconsistency that had theretofore
marred the symmetry of our political system
forever abrogated. The theory was well
stated by Fred Douglass in a speech some
years ago, in which he said: "People are
everlastingly asking what is to be done
with the negro. I answer simply nothing.
Just let him alone. If yon find him on the
way to school let him alone. If you find
him on his way to church let him alone. If
you find him advancing on the high way of
progress let him alone. If you find me on
my way to Congress let me alone. I guess
it I can stand Congress, Congress can stand
me. Let the negro alone to work ont his
own destiny, whether he goes np or goes
down, God's will is done."
This seems to be a correct view of the
matter, and yet somehow it doesn't work so
smoothly as we could wish. There is still
the repugnance on the part of the white
race to the social equality which is a con
comitant of civil and political equality, and
yet even this is wanting in particular rela
tions. Tlie repugnance to riding in a publio
conveyance with a negro does not prevent
riding in pretty close proximity to him in a
carriage of which he is the driver. The re
pugnance to having a negro woman in our
company does not obtain when she is the
nurse of our children.
. z r
MARRTAGE OF THE RACES.
Very recently in this city there was a
case of a young white man of excellent
character and good family falling desper
ately in love with a young quadroon girl in
the "Census Office, who was regarded as ono
of the most beautiful girls in Washington;
indeed so attractive was she that the vonnfr '
men. as perhaps even some of the old bald- i
...... . .... ..I
heads, gathered in rows along the sidewalk
to drink in her loveliness as she passed to
and fro from the office. The youn man's
parents were, of conrse, shocked at the idea
of his marrying her, and the girl's mother
remonstrated ajainst it, pointing out to him
that his family would never admit his v. ife
into their circle; that he wonld be debarred
from society, and that she would be a dead
weight to hini all his life. But
love laughs prudence to scorn. He
married her and emigrated to one of
the new States of the Far West in the hope
that they might live there free from social
ostracism, which they can only do just so
long as the African taint in her blood re
mains undiscovered. Recognizing this
probability, it was in his pre-nuptial plan,
if it should occur, to remove from the West
to France, where there is no such preju
dice. There is one point at which Fred Dong
lass' theory breaks down. Although a
white man may occasionally become so in
fatuated, as in the instance just mentioned,
the time has not arrived, and it is doubtful
if it ever jrill, when a refined white man
will voluntarily give Jiisassent to his daugh
ter's marrying a black man, no matter how
cultivated "and refined he may be. At this
point nature seems to rebel, and evinces
that in such case at least "blood is stronger
than water."
the politicai. difficulty.
Politicallythc only serious race trouble
remaining is in those States in which
the negroes constitute an actual majority of
the population, and are entitled by the
fundamental principles of our Government
to hold the offices both State and national,
and run the- Government machinery, and
this trouble grows out of the born convic
tion on the part of the white race that it
never was intended that a negro should
govenfa white man; and it was this feeling
that prompted the action of the recent Con
stitutional Convention in Mississippi to re
sort to such extraordinary devices to render
negro supremacy impossible in that State.
If it were practicable to distribute the
negro population through the several States
so that they would not constitute a majority
in any it would doubtless tend in some de
gree to alleviate the situation, and they
would receive respectful consideration from
candidates of the white raoe.
If a political blunder be worse than a
crime, as has been said, 'then the Republican
party was guilty of unpardonable criminal
ity in not basing representation on voters
"D i TF7
llilLJCi
instead of population, which would hare
done more to secure free suffrage to the
negro than anything that could have possi
bly been devised.
THE riBST NEGRO CONGEESSilES.
The first negro Bepresentatives in tho
House were Bainey, of South Carolina, and
Long, of Georgia, who were elected to tho
Forty-first Congress. They were followed
by De Large and Elliot, of South Carolina,
in the Forty-second; Bansier, from ths
same, in the Forty-third, and Pinchback, of
Louisiana, who was admitted after a pro
longed contest with George L. Smith on tha
3d of March. 1875, and went out the next
day with a full hand and all the honors.
Alabama contributed during the same pe
riod Turner and Bapier. It seems to be a
signal instance of the poetical retribution
occasionally witnessed that South Carolina,
the first of the States to plunge into re
bellion to perpetuate slavery, should come
out of it with the negro on top, and endure,
for years the humiliation of being repre
Benfed in Congress by members of a servile
race, of which she furnished the first repre
sentative. These colored representatives did not ap
pear to me to differ materiaUy from their
white colleagues, except in the color of
their skin and the distinctive kink of tha
hair. They varied.as did the Anglo-Saxon,
in the degree of ability and intelligenca
which they possessed. Two of them at least,
Bainey and Turner, were born in slavery,
and of course suffered under the disadvant
age of want of education, Turner notably so.
Bapier, though born in Alabama, was bora
in freedom and emigrated to Canada, where
he received a liberal education.
EAPrEIi'S GOOD HORSE SESSB.
He was distinguished rather for good
sense than brilliant qualities. An instance
of this was shown one day in a remark
which I overheard him make to his col
league, Jndge Pelham.who was reclining on
one of the lounges in the halL Said hei
"It wouldn't do for me to be eeen in the
position you are in."
"Why not?" replied the Jndge.
"Why." said Bapier. 'it would be unb-
.lislied all over the United States that I was
a lazy, worthless nigger, who couldn t keep
from falling asleep even in Congress, ana
my reputation would be ruined."
The ablest man by far, as well as the most
highly cultured of his race in the House,
was Bobert Brown Elliott, of South Caro
lina, who, during his second term, resigned
in order to become a candidate for the
United States Senate, and was beaten by
John J. Patterson, who successfully intro
duced the Pennsylvania method of doinj
such things. Elliot was an illustrious ex
ample of the possibilities of his race. He
was born in Boston; went to school at High
Holborn Academy, London, and graduated
at Eaton College, and made the law his pro
fession. He had in personal appearance all
the distinctively negro characteristics
black skin, thick lips and woolly head, and
yet no one standing behind him when he
was speaking would have ever suspected
him as being a r.euro, for his speech ami
pronunciation were of the very purest
Anglo-Saxon. There was no more danger
ous man in the House to attack in debate,
as some of the members who ventured it
discovered to their cost.
ELLIOT'S STJTLE OF OEATOET.
A couple of extracts from his speech
made January 6, 1864, on the civil righ's
bill must conclude this chapter. After
commenting in a manner worthy of tha
best legal ability of the age on the
slaughter house cases, as they were called,
which had recently been decided by tho
Supreme Court of the United States, and
which it was claimed by Alexander Stevens
nnd others were antagonistic to the Consti
tutional right of Congress to pass the bill
under discussion, he said:
Xow, s'r, recurring to the venerable and
distinguished iientlcinan from Georgia (Mr.
Stevens) who has added his remon-tranco
against tho passage of this bill, permit me
to say that I share In the feeling of hUh
personal regard for that gentleman which
pervades tho Bouse. His years, his ability,
his long experience In public affairs, entitle
him to the mcasnra of consideration which
has been accorded to him on the floor. En
in tho discussion of this question I cannot
and will not suffer myself to forxet that the
"welfare and rights of my whole race In this
country are Involved. When, therefore, the
nnnnrnn
honorable gentleman lends his voice and in
fluence to defeat this measure 1 do noft
shrink from sayfnir that It Is not fro-n him
that the American House of Representatives
should take lessons tonchin our govern
ment, the burdens and oppressions of whloa,
re3t upon 5,000,000 of his countrymen who
never failed to l.f? their earnest prayers for
the successof that Government when thegen
tleman was seeklmr to breafc up the Union
of these States, and to blot out the Ameri
can Bepublio from the galaxy of nations.
And then turning on another antagonist
of the bill, he said:
To the diatribe of the eentleman from VIr.
glnia, who so far transcended tho limits of
decency and propriety ns to announce tha
his remarks wero addressed to white men
alone, I have no word of reply. Let him feel
that a negro was not only too magnammons
to smite him in hl3 weakness, but was oven
charitable enough to grant him tho morcy of
his silence. .
A SCRIPTUBAIf PEEOKATIOar.
He closed one of the most remarkable
speeches ever heard in the Halls of Con
gress with the following peroration, which
brought down the House; at least the Re
publican side of it, in deafening applause:
Mb. Beeakzb The Ifoly Scriptures tell us
of an humble handmaiden who Ions faith
fully gleaned In tho rich fields of her
wealthy kinsman, and wo aro told further
that at last, in splto of her hnmDle ante
cedents, she found complete lavor In his
sight. For over two centuries my race has
reaped down your fields. Tho cries and
woes which we have uttered havo "entered
Into the ears of tho Lord of Sahaoth," and
we aro at last politically free. The last ves
tlture, civil rights, only Is needed. Havln?
gained this we may, with hearts overflow
ing with gratitude, and thankful that our
prayer has been granted, repeat the prayer
of ituth: "Entreat mo not to leave Thee,
nor return from following after Thee; for-
whither Thou is
whither Thou j;oest I will so, and whither
Thou lodgest I will Iodee: Thy people stall
n mir TinoTiIo ftnn ThrfiMmv rfl
he my people, and Thy God my God. Where
Thon diest I will die, and there will I ba
tmrted. Tho Lord do so to me, and more
also If aught hut death part Thee and me.
The Forty-ninth Congress witnessed the
last representative of the race in that body
except John M. Langston, who was ad
mitted to a seat in the Fifty-first within a
few weeks of its close. It is not at all prob
able that we shall ever see another returned
as duly elected, and if one ever doe3 get a
seat it will only be after a double contest
one before the people and the other in the
House. CiiiKTOir Lloyd.
Copyright 1391 by the author.
HUMOR 07 GENERAL BBAOCK
His Report as to Whether the Tomblgbea
HItct Itan Vp or Not.
St. Loots Globe-Democrat. J
Many years before the war General -Braxton
Bragg, then a Captain of artillery, wa
detailed to assist the engineers in making
surveys of the rivers in Alabama and Missis
sippi. The Chief of Engineers wrote- to
him asking him to ascertain how far tha
Tombigbee river ran up. In the course of
a few weeks a reply was received. Bra?
stated that in obedience to orders he had
carefully examined the stream, with,all its
turns, bends and tributaries, and that ha
had the honor to report that the Tombigbee
did not run up at all, running down in .
every part of its course.
This answer caused a storm to break out
in the engineer's office, and there were talks
of court-martial, but, as Bragg was tech
nically correct in his answer, the matter
was dropped, bat the offending officer was
sent back to his regiment.
The Brides Give Presents Noir.
A unique fashion was originated by Miss
Hargous, at her wedding to Duncan Elliott
at Newport. It is that of the bride giving
a wedding present to the groom, and it is
likely to grow in favor. Her gift to Mr.
Elliott was an exquisite pearl scarf-pin,
which of course he wore in his white silk
cravat on his wedding day.
A Sign or Her Nativity.
Olara Have yon any .Idea trhere HIsa
Painter, comes from?
Mr. Lookout, who has observed her cocW
plexion Baton Rouge, I fancy.
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