THE PITTSBURG' DISPATCH, SUNDAY, AUGUST 21. 1892:
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ers and conferences and other movements of
the managers are officially manifolded on a
typewriter and tent down to the reporters'
room. This cuts ofl the interviewer. For
it is officially announced that? all informa
tion to he given out will be thus sent down
to the reporters' room.
The spacious rooms below are thus the
easy aveuues of news. For every caller
comes in to see Colonel Haynie, and all sit
eround the reception room and smoke and
chat. Things teemto belie Colonel Tom
Carter's terse description of affairs there.
I aid there was plenty of "h and
harmony" at 139.
On Opposite Sides of tha Thick.
Colonel Tom Cavanangh, who stands
guard over the Republican Zoo at 518 is a
Jellow townsman of Hon. Brailler B. Smal
lev, of the Democratic aggregation at 139.
They are likewise personal iriends. Both
live at Burlington, Vt., when they are at
borne and not sacrificing themselves on tlie
altar of their common country. Colonel
Tom calls his Democratic "compatriot
"Brad" and the latter calls his Republican
compatriot "Tom."
The other day a lady of large girth and
some 350 pounds avoirdupois relieved a
pair ot Colonel Shepherd's stage horses
Jrom physical prostration, and toiled up
the arifocratic brown-stone steps of the
Republican mansion. It was a very hot
day, and when the lady reached the outer
sanctum and sunk into the nearest chair
the perspiration was trickling down behind
her ears, running in li tie rivulets, down
her fleshv cneeks and dropping in miniature
waterfalls trom her nose and chin, Where
all this overflow went to was a poser, as the
black dress fit her like wax.
"Dear! dear!" she gasped, "I'm all out of
breath I"
Colonel Tom is accustomed to being ad
dressed as "dear" by the ladies and did not
lose his presence of mind. He rushed lor
the cooler and brought a goblet ot ice
viater.
Col. Tom's Juice on Col. 13 rod.
Thank you. You are very kind," said
il-.e when she had partaken of the reiresh
ing draught. "It is so dreadfullywarm
line in BrookUn why, it's positively I
Came over to see will you please give me
just a little up ol the ice water again.
Colonel Tom supped her aain. He
handed her a ian and gotagratelul smile
in return.
"Take yonr time, madam," said Colonel
Uoni, in nis most soothing lone late your
tiuie."
In a tew minutes she came to sufficiently
to enter upon the object ot her visit. "You
see I'm trom Brooklyn and I'm one of the
Ladies' Kcliei Committee and I thought I
would"
"Oh, certainly, madam: certainly,"
quickly interrupted Colonel Tom. "I un
derstand. You stopped at the wrong place.
Quite natural, bntstill an error. What you
nant to do is to go to 139 Filth avenue.
This is 518. Kow at 139 yon will find
Colonel Smalley, Colonel Bradley B.
Emnllev, an excellent gentleman, lie has
charge of all those things Here, I'll give
tou his name on a card. The stage down
town goes right to the door. Ask tor
Colonel Smalley he will fix you all right."
"But"
"Let's see" looking at his watch
"you'll eaten him juss about this hour of
the dav. There's a stage."
And before the stout relief lady from
Brooklyn could collect her scattered senses
she wh ambling down the brown stone
stoop, and a moment later was stuck in the
stage door.
IIott CoTonxl Irsd. Got Even.
Colonel Smalley declines to say whether
the Ladies' Eelfef Committee ever got
there, or n hether and how much he con
tributed to her relief; but the inference that
the scheme worked gathers strength trom
the fact that a counter plot was immediate
ly laid and hatched a few days later.
Two pretty young ladies one very young
lady and one not so young, to be exact
called at Democratic headquarter. They
had two paste board boxes and passed into
the reception room and modestly retired to
the rear, where bland Jimmie Oliver,
Colonel Haynie and ".Mickey" inspected
the contents of the boxes. There was con
siderable speculation indulged in by those
in front as to what they were,
y VProbably corsets," suggested one.
"For Don Dickinson," said another.
In the meantime Smalley happened to
pass that wav ami saw that ihey were cam
paign badge designs for marching clubs and
to on. Here was Smalley 's opportunity for
revenue,
"You go right up to 518 Fifth avenne,"
said he, "and you can make a deal. The
stage goes right to the door. Ask lor
Colonel Tom Cavanaugh. You'll find him
in the reception room. Tell him Smalley
sent you."
"Is your name Smalley?" inquired the
elder young lady, fumbling in her pocket
tor a card.
"Yes, Bradley B. Smalley," replied that
gentleman, his bright eyes glistening
through those shaggy brows "tell him
Emnlley sent you."
"Why, good gracious!" exclaimed both
ladies in chorus, "Colonel Cavanaugh just
sent us to see you!"
Tim Adv.nt or Southern Politicians.
It is a significant fact that there are evi
dences of political helplessness down South
at present rarely if ever before presented to
a National Democratic Committee. The cry
lor help comes from three or four different
States. Tne sight of prominent Southerners
about headquarters used to be a rare one,
their section being able to take care ot it
self. In other words it was "solid." The
result was but a question ot majorities.
Times have wonderlully changed when the
Southern Si&tes begin to knock at the doors
of the National Democratic Committee and
beg tor Northern cash. This change will
oflset the similar Republican diticulties in
"Western and Northvestern localities where
tbe old time Republican majorities are
whittled down to a doubt.
The campaign poet has pnt in his appear
ance, officially. Personally his appearance
is not all polite and ricochet society
could wish being a painful reminder o'f
the botrding house hah concocted from
yesterday's leavings but beneath all his
diszuise we know him. His scheme is to
organize a system of glee clubs throughout
the country. He yearns for his country and
sl square meal. "Let me write my coun
try's songs," says he, "and I care not who
holds the offices." The campaign poet is
bounded by no narrow lines of partisan
prejudices. He simply bursts forth in song
nt so much a burst And as he must burst
one way or another anyhow, he will slop
. over on any newspaper that will kindly
' give space to his eflusions. If the newspa
pers will not print him there are penny
sheets sold on Park Bow that will. But he
Tery properly thinks the wear and tear of
petting rhymes on Stevenson's front name
should be recompensed by the Xational
Committee.
Samples of Campaign roetry.
Such efforts as these demand official rec
ognition: from force bills and bogui protection
xuis tax-uuruenea conntrv to Tree
lis our duty at next fall's election.
So that In the year 'ninety-three.
When the tourist from Europe come over.
The rair to explore, they'll e-py
At the head ot the peop o our Grover,
Ably liackoil up by staunch Ad-Ia-L
"Staunch Ad-la-i" ought to attend to this,
too, another warble, kicking up its musical
heels to the tune of "Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-Aye:"
For Grover rend the skyl
Hooray for Adlail
When winds ot March do blow.
They'll to the White House go.
And this chorus to 14 verses of politics,
"Marching Thiough Georgia:"
Hooray, hooray, we'll shout our battle cry;
Jlooray, hooray, :or Grover and Adlai;
We'll put them in the White House, then
won't Benny tgh;
We'll route the G. O. P. in next November.
There may be some confusion in the cam
paign poet's mind with regard to the Demo
cratic Vice Presidental candidate's Biblical
cognomen, but his head is sound on the
zuain question:
Oh, have you heard onr campaign sonrT
"Kour more years of Grover."
A slmplA ditty and not lonsr,
Ends "We'll be id clover.,f
Yon can Just bet they will maybe. Gro
Ter was mighty queer about his appoint
ments the hut time, and more campaigners
found themselves in the soup than in the
clover. Still, "clover" cannot be quite
ignored as a rhyme.
G-ltlnc Down to Family Blatters.
There is a good deal of domestic leaven
ing in this political poetrv which, consid
ered as a Democratic whole, deals chiefly
with the tariff and other solid unpoctical
facts, and as a Republican whole lavs rather
too mucH stress upon the alleged defection
of David Bennett Hill, knifing, etc. Take
these alternate samples as indicative ot the
campaign poet's tender family relations:
chorus.
fWe bate to beat poor Grover,
but still It has to be
BepuDlIcanX We think a lot or P.uthie and
I cli'inuing Mis. C.
But we must keep the White
L Hou-e ior little Ben JlcKee
cnonrs.
("Three cheers for tha year
'ninety-three,
Tnree cheers for tha year
Democratic: 'ninety-three:
For then uauy liutn ann l'a
Grover
Onst Grandpa and Baby JIo
Kee. And mnch more that is equally painiul
and squally.
As above remarked, there is a rythmic
tendency in the campaign poet to bank
up Democratic disagreements. For in
stance: I'm Grover Cleveland from Buffalo,
I work my thinker and never blow;
I've cot my grin, and I'll stay rUht there.,
While the leadeis cuss, and the leaders
swcir
I take itserenelv: I know my cnance,
1 hold up the party by the seat of its pants.
This is an "allowable rhyme:"
Ko "grease of gooso," nor olive oil.
Nor whi-ky from tbo "till.
Can smooth tlio wav or heal the feud
'Twixt Grover C. a'id Iliil.
Oii wears a pistol in his belt.
The otlier, I belie vn.
Keep- a kiiite stuck in his boot
And a razor up his sleeve.
We do not go to poetry for statistical
facts not to campaign poetry lit least. The
campaign poet goes to Henry Watterson for
his in this ripper:
Mine eves have seen the glory of the whet
ting of the kni'e:
It is dancing on the trrindstona with im
patience or tlio strife.
It will have a razor edgo on, you can bet
yonr little lifo.
When Hill oes marching on.
Choru-:
We are walking thro' a slaughter house into
un open Brave, etc
K'nclim the Chang's on Tin.
There is less gore is really a kind of set-'em-up-
again hysterical hilarity abo'tt this
verse ot ten, "half of which consists of
"hurrah" and "hurray:"
The Democrats who hope to win
Will be hotel tin in "American tin,"
Ami we'll all feel aav
Whllo Bennio holds down the chair.
Mr. E. J. Seymour has just issued a book
of campaign poetry in the interests of the
Republican party. Some knowledge of Mr.
Seymour's idea of poetrv and politics may
be' trained from the following verses from
different poems:
Though he wears Grandpapa's hat,
It eems to fit him very pat;
He never gois out uiK)n a bat,"
And.ilwavs knows jut "wheie Jib's aV
'J a ra ra bnoui ter Reid,
We'te cer aln to succeed
With Harrison and Reid,
For they're the men we need.
(Repeat.)
Tommy wi ote a little book In which he blow
nisjiorn,
IIow he held that Congress up to ridicule
mid -corn,
now he waded into Cobb, for being full of
corn.
Hurrah lor Tom Watson of Georgia.
CIiomis:
nurrah! Hurrah! 1 was a Democrat;
Hurrah! Htirra'i! I don't know wuere I'm at.
But when I catch a Congressman a talking
through ills hat,
I'll show him up, said Watson of Georgia.
On the whole, the campaign poet deserves
well ot his country, as his is about the only
really patriotic campaign work that is
done.
.Ilasn't Dncld'd Which to Iave.
Colonel Lee Crandall, of Washington
City, able editor, political speculator and
prominent leader of the People's party, is at
the Imperial.
"No, sir; I am not visiting Republican
headquarters nor Democraticheadquarters,"
saiu nc "X snouid like to see the brown
stone mansions with their gorgeous fittings
and high-salaried occupants," he continned,
"if only to contrast them with the People's
management. It is fitting and proper that
the plutocatic powers should seek Fifth
avenue in New York. Next to Wall street
it is the most significant location. We have
no national headquarters. Our headquart
ers are in the saddle and on the tended field.
And we are scaring these fellows to death
yes, sir; scariug them to death;"
"What States do vou think you will carry
this fall?" I inquired.
"We have not decided as yet what States
we will leave for the two old parties. We
will carry all of the States west of the
Mississippi and south of the Ohio, and
Drobably Maine and Illinois. We will
leave a few scattering boroughs here and
there jnot which ones we have not deter
mined upon. There is going to be a shak
ing up all round this fall yes, sir, a shak
ing up all round."
Kival-Brnullrn at Hadqnarter.
Secretary Lewis F. McComas. of Repub
lican headquarters, has been called thedu le
of that politic il establishment His claims
arc not wholly founded on a white flannel
suit Mr. McComas' style of beauty is un
doubtedly of a high order and goes in
Baltimore, where handsome men are rare
and handsome women are plentiful. Bu
in Ne York we have men in the Bowerv
who can knock him ont, though some o'f
thce have, it is true, been taken in out of
the sunshine bv t'le police. Mr. McComas
uas a rival in nis own oliica. 1 dislike to
call his attention to it for fear of the con
sequences to one or both parties. This
rival is a young man named Smith think
of thatl Not a common, every day Smith,
but an aristocratic H. Van V. Smith. I
don't know what "H. Van V." stands for,
but it is something 'way up on the
tree. Young Smith is private stenographer
to Colonel Tom Carter. He was with him
in the Land Office, and with him Colonel
Tom Carter is enabled to do a land office
business in New York. Smith is so hand
some that he dare not look out of the
window upon Fifth avenue for fear of the
disastrous eflect upon the belles that reck
lessly Dromenale that thoroughfare. The
other day the handsome stenographer for
got himself and gazed pensively out upon
the sidewalk just as a couple of ladies
passed. Now one of those girls haunts the
neighborhood for a glimpse ot Smith. One
of Colonel Shepherd's stage horses caught
sight of him the other day, and staggering
alone for a few yards fell down and gave up
the ghost. In the early evening when
Colonel Carter is out ot town young Smith
comes down town and decorates the Iront
of the Fifth avenue. Go 'long with your
McComasesI They are not in it.
Wiints Pay lor the Slave.
"The South will never be solid again
until we get paid for our niggers," said
Colonel Durbam, eminent Kentuckian, at
Democratic headquarters. "When the
Democratic party puts a plank in its na
tional platform pronouncing for pay for our
niggers who were stolen from us by the
Emancipation proclamation, it will receive
the undivided support of the Southern peo
ple." "Negroes and all?"
"Niggers and all yes, sir. Every old
nigger in Kentucky would vote to go back
into slaverv, for it would give him a com
fortable home for the rest of his life. What,
we want is not slavery we are oelter with
out it. But we want pav lor those niggers?"
"The State ot Indiana is to be lively
fighting ground this campaign," said Hou.
W. D. Bynum, ot the Hooster Common
wealth. "The skirmishing has already be
gun. I think Harrison would rather be
defeated tor the Presidency than lose In
diana." "How about the Scott Ray kickers
against Cleveland?"
"Why, they're booked for one of the
biggest demonstrations in Shelbyville ever
made in the State," said Mr. Bynum.
"Governor Gray will take an active part in
the canvass," said Mr. Bynum. "Ho will
be at the Shelbyville barbecue next
month."
CHAELES IHEODOEE JIUEBAY.
THE MUSIC WOULD.
A Few More Words as to the Proper
Thing in Organ Recitals,
POSSIBILITIES IN LIGHT OPERA.
Promise of Great Things, in tha Programme
for the World's Fair.
BUDGET OP GENERAL NEWS ITEMS
After the extended statement with refer
ence to the Allegheny free "organ recitals,"
at Carnegie Hall, printed in this depart
ment three weeks ago, it is needless to de
vote further space to showing what are the
facts in the matter. However, since a
certain more or less musical gentleman
still persists in publishing his own satisfac
tion with the sorry stuff, poorly played, that
masquerades in the "organ recitals," and
particularly because it is an unique and
should be an exceedingly valuable public in
stitution which is being so wretchedly mis
managed, it is desirable to keep up the agi
tation aiming at reform. There is some
times merit in a parable, as it w? re. Let
us see.
The Phipps conservatory, about to be
erected in Schenley Park, will be, it is ex
pected, the finest in the country, a local in
stitution to which our people will proudly
point as being unequaled elsewhere. Such
is the expectation, based upon thn plans of
the building aud the amount ot Mr. Phipps'
generous gilt.
But suppose that, when the handsome
structure is finished, the powers that be,
instead of engaging an expert in horti
culture, should place the whole thing in
the bauds ot some pleasant and politic
pen-on, some estimable gentleman whose
knowledge of plants was gained chiefly
from pottering around his own vegetable
garden and Iront yard, and whose
other occupations would prevent him
from giviug more than a few hours
a week to the new conserva
tory. Suppose that he, doing the best he
ha'l learned how to do, should devote the
space at his command principally to the
raising of nice turnips, cabbages, tomatoes
and the like, with a gfod many
weeds among them, a lot of pretty,
common door-yard flowers along
the walks and even such curiosities as u
scrjggy orange tree or a sickly cactus here
and there. Let us also suppose that a great
many people among the crowds frequenting
the park should find it convenient to go in
there out ot the rain or heat and sit in the
grateful shelter to rest, meet friends and
so on.
How about our boasted conservatory
under such conditions? Would the public,
Indignant at such a perversion of the splen
did plans, be satisfied on being told, apolo
getically, that the superintendent was try
ing to do his best, and had really improved
during the year? Would botany lovers and
others seriously bent on learning something
ot horticulture be content on being pointed
to the orange tree aud the cactus ami, per
haps, a tew other ill-raised exotics standing
around?
And when the evcrydsy folks, for whose
real benefit the gilt is chiefly meant, should
come out eager to see and enjoy the floral
beauties &mi rareties that they would never
be able to see except in such a fine, public
conservatory, would it suffice to say, 'Oh,
the people in general don't know anything
about horticulture; they couldn't even pro
nounce the names ot the rare plants that the
prolessors rave over. What the people
want to see are the geraniumSj cabbages,
lady slippors, turnips, dockweed an.l pan
sies they are familiar with aud can appre
ciate. Why, lots of people come in here
now; what more do you want?'
Nobody would be tooled by such talk.
Anyone using such arguments to justily
thai state of aflairs would convict himself of
knowing precious little about what a con
servatory ought to be even less, perhaps,
than the hapless superintendent himself,
who might be well aware ot nis own unfit
ness and deeply dissatisfied with the state of
the institution which his self-constituted
defender was proclaiming to be altogether
satisiuctory.
Are the people really fooled by the same
kind ot talk about the similar state ot af
tairs at the Allegheny free "organ recitals?"
It not, how much longer are they going to
tolerate the perve sion ot that costly organ,
placed in the city's music hall so that
there might be freely given to the people
the beauties and rareties ot good organ
music w hich they never have any chance
of hearing elsewhere?
Ah, how proud we are of having the only
"City Organist" and the only city organ
in the country, now that the ufhee and
the instrument, which might be justly
celebrated, are in fact used to perpetrate a
ridiculous burlesque upon the name,
"organ recital."
A chancft in Light Opera.
There is too much writing of symphonies,
concertos and suites nowadays by over
ambitious composers whose talents would
find proper exercise and much more ap
preciation in writing something lighter and
less formal and writing it well. It looks
now as though there might be a chance for
some of these zealous, studious young com
posers to turn to the light opera field, with
some hope of meeting worthy success.
There are signs of decadence about the
so-called comic operas, with their topical
songs, local gags and Amazon marches, that
have held the boards so long to the exclu
sion ol anj thing really deserving the name
ot opera. DeKoven's" "Robin Hood," as
played by the Bosloniaus, Marie Tempest's
legitimate comedy opera successes, and
Kelley's "Puritauia" run are straws that
show now the public welcomes the day of
better things.
Mr. Kelley's great success is particularly
encouraging. With a company of such
people as Pauline Hall, Louise Beaudet
aud Fred Solomon, all identified with the
lower kind of "comic opera," his "Puri
tania" is nearing the 75th night of its run
at the Trcmont Theater, Boston. Beside
this proof of the popular hit, place what is
said by the critics, as represented by Mr.
F. H. Jenks in the Boston Musical Herald
this month:
Let us now consider the music which has
commanded hhjtli admiration from connois
seurs of cultivated taste and ripa Judgment,
and which lius also mightily pleased those
amateurs who make no pie ense to critical
acumen. It is no mean triumph, this satis
faction of all clas-esoi music lovers, audit
Is lamely canseu by these characteristics in
Mr. Kelley'o music: Brightness Theie is not
a dull moment In tha work; captivating
rhythm ottetibach could not be more
persuasive: cloai ly foi nied melodies Arthur
Sullivan ruij;ht well be envious and ex
pressive of the tenie of the words, as welt.
The otchestial coloring has the ingenuity,
expressiveness, piquancy and economy that
ate dUtinKUishin characteristics of tne
modern French school; and the composer
shows lino technical skill In so deploying
the forces at his command as to give
to the ear tbe impiession ot a
mighty host. Whether the modulation be
into a nearly related or into a temote key,
tne heater does not ieel that it is common
place or Is strained. A faculty in imlta
liun, canon and development is here and
there displaced, but with noair of pedantry,
these scholarly attainments beins brought
i to play with a quiet tescrve that olten
prevents their exmhitious from Lirin de
tected at a flrut hearing. The portions as
signed to voices have u constant. vocal qual
ity, by no means the least praUewurthy
feature ol the opuetta.
The catalogue ot good points In this little
masterpiece could be easily extended.
Whatever blemishes there are in the music,
thev are so few and s brief having in mind
the purpose and the character of the oper
ettathat they may be easily imsed hs
though they were not In evidence. Taken
as a who.e, "Funtana'' may be honestly de
clared the best effort 'in comlo opera
that an American composer has yet
offered for judgment In "Boston. More
than that. It is better, infinitely better,
us a mnsical work, than all tbe
clutter tint has coma tons from Mtllocker,
Jacobowski and Strauss, despite the finan
cial success that has attended ventures with
operas by these composers, ltespectful con-
I sfderation is due to "Puritanla" tor its freo
l dsm from vocal waltzes, toploal songs and
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Amazon marches, if tor no other reason. Its
production is an ausury of a possible return
to reason among theater managers.
AH this means moreto Mr. Kelley and to
America's musical progress than a whole
stack ot cut-and-dry symphonies on the
shelf.
Bttulo for thi. World's Fair.
The Bureau of Music sends out the follow
ing: Professor John Knowles Fatne, of Harvard
University, has completed the muslo of his
Columbian maroh and chorus to be per
formed on the occasion of the dedication of
tho Exposition buildings, October 21, 1892, to
write which he was especially conmiisiiuned
by tho Exposition. Prole.--sor Paint) has
provided these original woids for the choral
ending ot hit composition:
All liailnud welcome, nations of the earth!
Columbia's giceting comes from every
State;
Proclaim to all mankind tbe world's new
birth
Of freedom, age on age shall consecrate.
Let war and enmity forever cease,
Let glorious art and commerce banish
wronir:
The universal brotherhood of pence
Shall be Columbia's high inspiring song.
Among manv misconceptions regarding
the World's Fair music that have found
their way into print, it mav be well to cor
rect the impression that Mr. Florence Zieg
feld's enterprise, "The International
Temple of Music," has aught to do
with the Exposition itself. It is
simply one of the many private
scheme for entertaining the visiting multi
tude while in Chicago. Nor is it true that
Snusa's new Marine Band has been engaged
for anything more than to assist in the
dedicatory exercises in October. It forms
no part, as yet, in the general scheme tor
the Exposition itself.
When all is known, there will be general
rejoicing over the superb plans tor the
World's Fair music
Kotes Sunt: uu thn Cabins.
The musical news by cable from London
last night is as follows:
The phenomenal success of the mnsic halls
during the past season is having an eflect
upon London's theatrical and musical
caterers. Durine the coming season quite
a flood of new burlesques and comic operas
are pronrsed. In addition to the conversion
of the Royal English Opera House into
a mus'c hall, the Royalty, O'yinpio aud
probably the Shaftesbury'theaters intend
to lorake the serious line. The new bur
lesques are too numerous to mention, but
as the provincial demand is equal to that of
London there is little doubt that all of
them will get a trial. Mr. Robert L. Bu
chanan, the playwright, will make his first
attempt at comic opera this season, besides
filling the commissions he has in hand lor
plays for Messrs. E. S. Willard and Beer
bohm Tree. '
It is understood that Miss Decima Moore
will be the heroine of the new comic opera
with which Mr. Levenson intends to open
the new Trafalgar Square Theater early in
September.
A three-act comic opera by Mr. Howard
Talbot has just been finished. It is called
"The Mahatma," and is said to be brimful
of charming music. The libretto is by Mr.
Edgar Lee and contains a very clever paro
dy on theosnphy which cannot help being
more amusing than the real thing
Tbe musical season will commence this
year somew hat earlier than usual. Signor
Lago's autumn operas will be given at the
Olympic Theater. He intends to try the
experiment of commencing the perform
ances earlier than 8 o'clock. He has been
induced to try this m innovation by recent
complaints that the Covent Garden op
eras conclude so late that patrons living at
a distance are obliged to leave before they
arc finished in order to catch the last train
for their homes.
Mr. Henschel has accepted an invitation
to conduct a concert in September at the
Vienna dramatical and musical exhibition.
He will play his "Hamlet" music
Faderewski will shortly open a popular
concert season.
M. Saint Saens has accepted an invitation
to conduct some concerts 'at tbe Chicago
Columbian Exhibition.
The death of Madame Zelia Trebelli-Bet-tini,
the contralto, at Etretat, France, was
very sudden. It was due to a paralytic
seizure similar to the one she experienced
four years ago, which practically ended her
career as a singer.
Crotcht nn 1 Qaavers.
Mr. CnARt.ES Couch leaves to-morrow for
Mountain Lake Park, Md., to help out Ml.
W. S. Weeden give a performance of
"Belshazzar'' nt that place.
Mr. .Johit Gersert's new comic opera, "A
Prince for a Dav" (text by Mr. George C
Jenks). furnishes one of the selections
heard between the acts at tbe Bijou this
week.
Mr. Ovide Musiir, with his concert com
pany, is closing a successful tour In Austra
lia and will bein bis seventh American
pea-on in October. Manager Johnston le
ports 1SS engagements already made for the
coining tour o: tl.e Belgian viol.n virtuoso.
Mr. William Gitesther gives the last of
his series of summer night entertainments
at S.Ivor Lake Grove tho coming Thursdiy
evening. Tin orchestril pronam.i.o in-cludoi-I'Iotott's
"Martha" overture, and is
varied by a flute solo played by Mr.
Gueuther.
The Duquesno Theater, during the week
of September 16, will piesent the "Islo of
Champagne," which the management styles
a "comedy operatic spectacle," and for
which the music what theie i of It has
been written by W. W. Fnrst. Chicago and
Boston say it is clever and umusing.
Miss Alice II. Ormsbt, of Chicago, late
vocal liiKtructiess at Grove Citv College,
Pa., will sing this morning at the First
Ohiistinn Chutch, Alleghenv. In the even
Ing the choir at this church will be assisted
bv Mrs. J. Sharp McDonald, Miss Ormsby,
Mr. F. M. Stevenson, ot Oil .City, Mr. Fred
Ilolden and others.
Mr. W. S. Gilbert, ballad and boo kmaker
has ound some one else to quarrel with.
Manager Sedger has been losing heavily on
"Tne Montcbanks," and Gilbert won't let
him cut matinee rates and salaries so as to
L'Rt biirgor honscs ana some oroflts. Mrs.
Alfred Cellier, the composer's widow, is con
tent to l educe her i per cent to 2 per cent,
but the unaccommodating librettist Insists
on going ahead at the same fat rate of 10 per
cent without risk.
JJostok Ilom Journal: Verily the lot of a
singer is not always a happy one. Miss Juch
has reached home after one of the most dis
astrous seasons on record. I regret this
young woman's ill lnkk or bad management
exceedingly, for she lias a lovely voice, and
is always most conscientious and aitistio in
her work. Not only that, she is a student,
her repertoire being very large and varied.
She is a pretty woman, and one or the best
actresses on the operatic stage. Some of ber
company have been obliged to literally
walk home.
Durikq the coming fall and winter 150 con.
certs will bogiven.by Walter Damroscn and
the Symphony Orchestra, or New Yore.
These will include the Symphony and Ora
torio Society public rehearsalaand concerts,
the young people's public concerts and Sun
day night concerts to be given in Carnegie
Music Hall, New York, and a series of sub
scription concerts in Boston, Philadelphia,
Washington Providence, Hartford, Trenton,
Orange, Midletown and New London. Dur
ing April and May, 1893, the orchestra will
ninki- an cxtendeu tour through Canada and
the Western States.
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MARCHING PHANTOMS.
Weird, Spectral Procession Seen
at Dusk in a Lonely Wood
NEAR PITTSBURG LAST MARCH.
The "Vision Encountered a Disbeliever
Ghostly Visitations.
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HIS BTOET AND HIS EXPLANATION
"WTiat appears below is not the common
ghpst story. The writer contends that he
saw no ghosts; yet what he seemed to see
was as real to him as the figures of men and
women be sees in everyday life. He
vouches only for what it seemed he saw,
and The Dispatch, knowing him well,
trusts him implicitly. His. explanation is
that it was an entirely snbjective phenom
enon. He saw the phantom procession
with what he designates as temporarily de
fective or deranged cerebral action a sort
of waking dream.
His is probably tbe real explanation of
the apparitions that so frequently obtrude
themselves and to people whose veracity is
not to be questioned. They see, or are led
to think they see, as be indicates, yet so
distinctly and in such detail that tbey are
compelled to believe that they see with the
material eye.
The writer of what follows is inclined to
think the tendency lo these waking dreams, ,
if such tbey be, is due to some hereditary
taint. He chirges up this remarkable
phantasm to heredity and cites a number of
instances in the maternal side of his lamily
of occult phenomena.
Previous Instucs In tta Family.
His maternal grandfather declared on his
deathbed that he saw tbe Savior enter the
death chamber and described the vision to
his sisters as "white as snow," with out
stretched hand and smiling. It was phan
tasm ic Another sister of this grandfather
had a son in Ithe War of 1812. fighting In
dians in western Ohio. On evening aba
said sbe saw this son approach her with a
covering over his head and making peculiar
gestures. She at once mourned him as dead
and it afterward developed that the son
had been found dead and scalped and with
his hunting shirt covering his head, the
covering evidently done by himself ere
(featli ended his agony.
This and much more in the family tradi
tions. The writer's mother, on more than
one occasion, was mrde to yield, in spite of
her protesting intelligence, to strange visi
tations, and usually in open day. An in
stance may be given. The home farmhouse
was a basement structure facing the east. It
had a high porch on the lower side.
It was about 3 p. M. on a summer day
that tne mother sat on the shady porcn sew
ing. Ko other members of the family were
about except two boys engaged in a nearby
cornfield. A door from the rear of the
house opened into the kitchen facing an op
posite door that opened on the porch. Near
the porch door a door opened into another
apartment an every day parlor.
( urious Case of Telepathy.
While the woman was engrossed with, her
sewing, a pit-a-pat sound, as of bare leet,
came across the kitchen floor and entered
the parlor. The mother sat with her back
toward the door and a little to one side of
it, and continued sewing. Again came the
pit-a-pat, and she wondered why she had
uot heatd the boy go out. Directly an
other pit-a-pat and again into the
parlor. The younger lad was prank
ish, sue called mm Dy name, no
answer. Another call and no response.
Being now assured that the boy was up to
something that he thought was tunny, she
gathered up her sewing, arose and entered
ibe kitchen, turned to go into the other
room through the open door, and just as
she stood in the doorway a moan-like mur
mur, as ot one trying to sav something in
dire distress, greeted her. Being a woman
of great persoual courage, and though con
vinced that the son could not Dmducesuch
a sound, which she thought continued a full
halt minute, she entered the room, explored
every place, other rooms, and finding noth
ing, went to the field, found the bys inno
cently at work, and was told that neither
had beeu at the house since dinner.
The Canse ot thn Phenomenon.
Well, date and time were kept, and in
due season came the information that an
aunt in Indiana, whose old home this had
been, from an oil lamp spilling or explosion,
which, was never known, was fatally burned
in her room and died in great a;ony on
that afternoon, trying to speak but could
only niurmer!
It is hard to explain.
Coming down to the writer, this is not
the first instance that occult phenomena
have occured to him, although this is the
first instance of anything of so weird and
startlingly realistic a character.
Ot course,cxses such a these cited may be
explained as mere coincidences, but how
about tbe following, which is told by a
man of veracity, common intelligence, "lair
education and inclined to be logical a man
who has no sort of belief in ghosts, who is
perfectly confident that had another person
been with him such person would have seen
nothing, with the likelihood that he also
would then not have been subjected to this
most singular mental experience. Here is
the story:
What T am about to narrate was an actual
occurrence, and took place at a point less
than 45 miles from Pittsburg no longer ago
than March of the present year. It relates
to something so much at variance with
what is generally claimed as falling within
the lines of tbe supernatural, and it is so
against every grain of my mental makeup
to admit even of a supernatural that for
months I had decided to never make men
tion of this weird aud most singular appa
rition. I now do so because in a man
ner I am not left to my own choice, and
what I shall try to relate I have no
way to adequately explain. I -protest
against do'ing what I am about to do, and I
shall reserve to myself the right to conceal
my name and identity with what still seems
to me must be a most inexplicable hallu
cination.
I am inclined to regard life as a phenome
non that may rationally be accounted for
and I can in no way tee how what we call
mind can be in and of itself, an entity and
after bodily dissolution, preserve anintelli
gent identity.
A Procession of Apparitions.
Yet, so far as ocular evidence can go. I
have seen with the physical sight, with
mortal eyes, not one only, but an entire
procession of beings in human form, which,
if they be not spiritual, were certainly not
in tho flesh, and what is most remarkable,
and to me utterly unaccountable, is that tbe
entire band of apparitions was concerned in
tbe preliminaries lor the rite of sepulture,
I now think that my presence was, it not
an intrusion, merely an incident, that what
I witnessed had no external connection
with myself, and that it had been better had
I not beeu a chance witness to it.
But let me begin:
I left my apartments toward evening on
March 20 to walk a distance ot two miles,
to call on two young ladies, domiciled in a
farm bouse, with whom I had an appoint
ment to pass tbe evening. As is sometimes
tbe case, I prelerred that my visits there be
not generally known, and on such occasions
I le.t my quarters without making proc.a
matiou thereto. I chose a route which,
while somewhat indirect, was unfrequented.
Two parallel valleys, a halfimile apart,
with a high ridge between them, here make
tbe face of the landscape. Each valley has
a road, and on the right hand valley road,
going toward their source, two miles or so
out, was my destination.
Iwlrirnces of the Glnoial Period.
I had chosen the road on the left, which
I kept for a short distance, then obliqued
to the right from it, gradually ascended the
lont; sloping hillside Bud in a mile's dis
tance made the summit. Tha region ii in
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teresting by reason of its records of glacial
action in the far back past, and at the end
ot two miles a narrow depression cross-cuts
through the ridge from one side to the
other, almost on a level and opposite which,
on the farther side of the right hand valley,
is where the farmhouse mentioned is
located. This cro-ciit leatnre occurs no
less than three additional times iu the next
four miles. Glacial boulders are scattered
all along on this ridge ubich is narrow on
top, zig-zsgs somewhat, has rises and
falls and is part cleared and part
timbered. .In places, wide "draws"
or ravines from the valleys come
np the slopes to the summit, and one of
tbe largest of these occurs on the right
hand side, just before the cross-cut is
reached. It is a large depression in the
hill-side, leaving a projecting spur between
it and the intersecting cut
At this point the ridge, the slopes and the
depressions are all timbered, a good deal
being "second-growth" and brush, and the
surface is well littered over with fallen for
est debris. As one reaches the cut-offin the
ridge, the spur to the right toward the farm
house, from the timber edge, slopes down
gradually and is uniform and has been cul
tivated. Farther down tbe slope, a preltv
abrupt decline in reached which goes down
to the valley level.
On tbe evening under consideration, a
light snow lav on the ground, snowy clouds
covered the sky and there was an occasional
light flurry.
Vhsntoms In Continents,' Garb.
I had gone along the route indicated, fol
low ing an indistinct trail, over which
hanling had at some time been done, had
climbed over a high staked and ridered
rail-line fence in the woods and was just
nearing the edge of tbe timber that marked
the crest of the slope. It was just begin
ning to get dusk, but still light enough to
see across the valley I was facing, u hen,
all at once, I saw coming up the slope, al
most but not quite directly toward me, a
prncecsionl
There was no mistake about it, it was as
clear and plain as it it bad been the middle
ot the afternoon and in the first quick in
stant I knew it was not real.
In a flash, came the incongruity the
time, the place, the circumstances. The
tread was to quick time, the heads rising
and tailing in unison, in double rank and
crossing my path on a slight oblique to my
right why it was to distinct that I could
see the whites ot their eyes as tbey came.
I should sav there were at least 40 or
them, in somewhat onen order, light, airy,
noiseless tread, in Continental garb, the
fir-t six men ot unusually fine forms aud
bearing between them black velvet covered
coffin with silver handles. Attire
Three-cornered hats. low reaching
vests, military coats, knee-breeches,
dark stockings and low-cut shoes
with large silver-like buckles. But the
faces were moit remarkably noticeable.
Brows with an impress ot highest culture,
or highest birth and breeding, clasic leat
ures, good, clean-cut nose, fine bodily con
tour throughout, and looking as it into
vacancy and straight ahead. All this in a
few seconds. The rear ot the procession was
made of perhaps 12 or 14 figures iu cloaks
that seemed to cover the head, with a white
bandage across tbe foreheads, altogether
garbed as I have seen 'sisters."
Pal ins In n Ith lb Gog. y Column.
I swept all this in brief, but intense
eagerness, such as only one with utter dis
belief in the spiritual could give. I watched
the contact ol the feet on the soft snow, no
mark, no sotindl I saw them glide into the
timber, watched, if and how the forms met
contact with the trees no break in time
or step, no attention to the obstacles!
In the first moment I had determined to
follow them into the growing gloom and
the woods, come what would.
And I did.
Yes; I felt a strange sensation an un
dcfinable feeling as it of coming terror, a
halt way feeling to make outcry with all
the force the lungs could summon I could
feel the blood leaving the surface of the
body, so it seemed, and I thought I could
feel the increased labor of the heart. But
I wheeled, got alongside about the middle
of the column and crowded tonard the
front.
I was material and had weight. I sank
into the leaves and the snow and I had to
calculate on trees and logs and the dusk in
creased it was soon down grade and iuto
denser wood.. I hurried as I saw that "the
march would cat slantingly across the high
rail fence down the now steeper incline,
and yet all this time I watched tbe spectral
column.
What moments those were. What de
nouement should mark the end of this weird,
ghostly procession? A projecting limb
from a fallen tree came in my way and in
stinctjvelv I grasped it as I passed. It
broke with a crack and I hurried on toward
the front with it.
Went Throngh a Fencn Vkn Mist.
I deflected a little away from the colnmn
to reach the fence sooner and we were now
near the lowest point, but in my hurry I
missed my foothold on the rail and lost some
seconds. I was close to tbe rear coffin
bearer, on the right hand side. But I
cleared the fence, and while my breath was
getting short, having come pell-mell nearlv
330 yards, I ran along the fence in time to
see psflbearers, coffin and procession all go
through the obstruction like so much mist.
I could distinctly see both rails and
forms at the same time.
But I saw ere yet the procession was
through the fct.ee, that the column was
sjowing up, and I waited, standing in
deeper sno by the fence, at the same panel
where they passed, to see tne roDed figures
of the rear, ol whicn I had seen the least.
I scanned the approaching faces as tbey
came up. The dozen or so preceding the
"sisters," as I shall call them, were as
young men in la'er boyhood, but not once
did one of the entire throng look at me or
iu my direction.
But, in spite of all effort at self-control, I
shook as it in an lgue tremor, my teeth
chattered, not in cowardly fear, but it was
a nervous strain, a conviction that some
thing was wrong, was playing false, and all
my courage could not avail. I glanced
toward tbe head of the procession, and saw
that a circle was formipg, the pallbearers
nearly ready to halt, having come far
enough around to face me 30 yards away.
And now what?
Would what followed in the next fire,
yes in the next three minutes, might be
blotted from all remembrance.
The rear end of the procession was slowly
closing in to complete the circle, the hooded
figures were filing past me so close that I
could have touched them. A sense ol un
utterable loneliness and an increasing some
thing like terror came on me.
Lrap'd Into thn Phantom CIrc'e.
Why it was I know not, but an insane
Impulse suddenly possessed me to rush into
the midst of the ghostly throng, regardless
of any earthly proprieties! Alight breeze
stirred, a flurry ot sandy snow was sitting
down, the circle was about completed in
two ranks facing inward, the casket-bearers
stepped to the ceuter, and evidently some
thing still more solemn was to follow.
With chattering teeth and nervous unsteadU
ness I plunged forward to strike into the
center, brandishing aloft the limb that I
held in my right band, and Ihal come to
withiu a lew leet ot the edge of the circle
nearest me, when my foot caught under a
treacherous snow-covered snag and I found
myself about to fall headlong into the
midst of the silent, solemn, ghost-like
groupl
But now there went forth a sound such
as perhaps has never yet had a parallel on
earth. Something strange, weird, wild,
lbne, despairing, uncanny a wail that
seemed mude up of groan, dying or distaut
trumpet tone, echo of tolling bell, sighs, '
muffled shriek, cadencrd low and quivering, .
and with this the wraiths sank shivering
into the earth and out of sight. I saw them,
as it seemed with my mortal eyes, sink
down under the snow surface and disappear
as I struck the snowy, underlaid with yield
ing leaves, but the echo ol that nameless,
unearthly, sepulchral wail it seems will not
awayl
What App-ared on th ITorrow.
I had strength to rise; I .drew on what
courage I could summon: I cot on ray feet,
brushed the snow from my woolen mittens,
struck vigorously with my stick which I
still held, but onlv the woods and what
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nicht were shoot me. I went down and ont
into the clearing, down onto the road aud
home.
Bright and early next mominsr, I went
out to revisit the " spot; saw my trail in a
marvelouslv straight line as I had kept
alongside of the strange marchers, saw my
slip in getting on the fence and saw the
n'arks where I fell and my tracks leading
away.
But I saw more than thi and this is tne
most perplexing part, I cannot tell what
T saw, and I cannot even tell why I cannot
tell wlmt in open dav appeared to me in
that ravine in the woods on the morning of
March 21, 1892. Only this may I mention,
and this is far the least of it, within that
circle was not a trace of snow, and the car
pet'of leaves was wet and the circle had a
diameter of 21 feet and was geometrically
exact.
What was it? I do not certainlv know.
I have but a provisional opinion. I do not
propound a fully explanatory theory. I
wish it had not been.
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