THE SCHANTOX TRIBUNE-FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 19, 1894.
V
AP FOR LADIES'
OOC M?iFF-
How can we sell
AP Muffs atthis price?
JlKP We must have the
WU room and all Furs
must go regardless of what
they cost. We still have a
good assortment of Fine
Furs.
$1 Qft JACKMDIE8'
V Black Cheviot
A AA Umbrella back,
HH a very good gar
f ItWV nient and well
worth double the money. We
have some very good styles
left in Fine Garments.
9 CHILDREN'S UN
ft DERWEAR.
V Qur stock of Chil
li dren's Underwear is
lip much larger than we
VUi want to carry, so have
cut the price deep to close.
White, qc. upward. Scarlet
and Gray at cost.
2r LADIES' AND
KP MEN'3 UNDER
VU. WEAR.
Greatest Bargain
( in this department
tWU. ever offered. All
grades of White, Gray and
Scarlet; price astonishes.
No 3
S1S.75
$16.75 DtMet
Sewing Machine.
AT
WALTER'S,
128 Wyoming Ave.
Length y Devotion.
A yuuun New York city lad. who spout
n Vacation with ti very devout uncle iu
Khode island, narrates U VeTJT BDHUillg
story on the subject of family prayers.
'i'Lu uncle s noted the country round
for the length and fervor with which he
olleied up his petitious. whether ut home
or ut prayer DMSttng. Those at home he-
cume nCO a bugbear to tbo boy that
wheuevc-r possible ho delayed his home
coming at night until an hour uutlicieutly
late to Moapt the ordeal.
One evening he approached the house
an usual at about T o'clock, thinking that
he had well escaped the rehearsal of thanks
and request fur men y. pMpiug through
the dining room window, however, he dis
covered his aunt knwling devoutly upou
the tloor before her chair.
Then he sneaked off and busied himself
iu cleaning his gun. This operation com
pleted, he returned and took 11 second peep
through the window, but still found hit
aunt in thu same position, lie repeated
hi, visits at long intervals u third and
finally u fourth time.
l.'pon the latter occasion to his surprise
he saw his yen arable uinle enter the room.
The latter, seeing bis wife upon her knees,
took In tho altuatiou at once, and petting
down his milk pail walked to the wom
an side and shouted ''Amen!" iu her
ears.
Then the aunt got up as though noth
ing unusual had happened und began to
busy herself with the tea dishes. It seems
that she was very hard of hearing, and
not ditching the first amen and being used
to lengthy prajers continued iu her devo
tional attitude for about three-quarter of
an hour, when her husband, who, in hi
hate, had not noticed her position, re
turned from some lato work and termi
nated her lougprayer. -New York Herald.
Lured to Uli r ate.
They sat in the parlor, gazing ut the
natural gas flames as they chased each
other over the MbesttU surface.
The two were .Miss iiellelleld and Mr.
Van Braum, mid the young man w'ns in
love with the young woman. Ho wa
doubtful of bet feelings toward him, how
ever, for she w as not a girl to display her
love, If she had any. until it was sought.
The young man hail not spoken. Ho dread
ed the ordeal. He was fearful of the re
sult. The conversation turned Upon mar
riage, and in the course of the discussion
Mis Bel lefleld said:
"In Burmah the women propose to the
men."
"How I wish we were in lluinmh," the
young man replied, with a slight sires
on the plural pronoun.
"It wouldn't do you any good if we
were," replied thu girl, and .Mr. Van
Hraam did not linger much longer that
evening. Xew Vork Recorder.
On lilesiiiig.
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near Dublin and finding one morn
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TBS LAfRISTOX 0ARL'a MTSTERT.
I confess that I was considerably
startled by this fresh proof of the
practical nature of my companion's
theories. My respect for his powers of
unalysis increased wondrously. There
still remained some lurking' suspicion
id my mind, however, that the whole
thing was a prearranged episode, in
tended to dazzle me, though what
earthly object he could have in taking
me in was past my comprehension.
When I looked ut biui he hud finished
reading the note and hi eyes had us-s-uined
the vacant, lack-luster expres
sion which showed mental abstraction.
"How iu the world did you deduce
that'.'" I asked.
"Deduce what?" said lie, petulantly.
"Why, that he was a retired ter
peant of marines."
"I have no time for trifles," he re
plied, brusquely. Then, with ft smile:
"EXCUM my rudeness. You broke the
thread of my thoughts; but perhups it
is as well. So you actually were not
able to see that that man was a ser
geant of marines?"
"No, indeed."
"It was easier to ltnow it than to ex
plain why 1 know it. if you were
asked to prove that two and two made
four, voti might find some dlffloulty,
and yet you ere jttite sure of the fa.-t. 1
Even across the street I could see a I
great blue anchor tattooed on the back
Of the fellow's hand. That smacked of
the sea. He had a military carriage, I
however, und regulation side-whiskers, j
There we have the marine. He was u
man with some amount of self-impor- !
tance and a certain air of command.
You must have observed the vuv in I
which he held liis.lieud and swuirg his
cane. A steady, respectable, middle- j
ftged man. too, on the face of him--all
facta which led me to believe that he 1
had been a sergeant."
"Wonderful!" I ejaculated.
"Commonplace," said Holmes,
though I thought from his expression
that he was , leased at my evident sur
prise and admiration. "1 said just
now that there were no criminals. It
appears that 1 am wrong look at
this!" He threw me over the note
which the commissionaire had brought.
"Why," I cried, as I cast my eye
over it, "this is terrible!"
"It does seem to be a little out of
the common," he remarked, calmly.
"Would you mind reading it to me
aloud?"
This is the letter which I read to
him:
"MT Dear Mk. Sherlock Holmes: Thero
hns teen a bad btltlB&M dunuK tbe iiujht at 3
Lauristoii fardeos, oil the Brlxtcn road. Onr I
man on the beat saw u light there about two In
the uiuruiug, and. as the house was an i
empty one, suspected that something
ami is. lie found the door open, and j
In the front room, which U bare of
furniture, discovered the body of a gentleman,
well dressed, and baling cards In his pocket
bearing the name of 'noch J. Drabber, Cleve
land, 0., U. S A.' Thorn had been no rob
bery, nor is there any evldenco is tohow the
man met his death. There tiro marks of Mood
In the room, but there U no wound upon his
person. We are at a los- as to how he came
into the empty house: indeed, the whole affair
is a puzzler, If you can come round to the
house any time before twelve, you will And me
there. 1 have left everything In statu quo until
I hear fruin you. If you are unable to come I
shall give you fuller details, and would esteem
It a great kindness If you would favor me with
your opinion.
"Yours faithfully, Tobias Uregson."
"Gregson is the smartest of the Scot
land Yardcis," my friend remarked;
"he und l.estrade are the pick of a bad
lot. They are both (juick and ener
getic, but conventionalshockingly so.
They have their knives into one
another, too. They are as jealous as a
pair of professional beauties. There
will be some fun over this ease if they
are both put upon the scent."
I was amazed at the calm way in
which he rippled on. "Surely there is
not a moment to be lost," I cried.
"Shall I go and order you a cab?"
"I am not sure about whether I shall
go. I am the most incurably lazy
devil that ever stood in shoe leather- -that
is, when the fit is on me, for I can
be spry enough ftt times."
"Why, it is jut such a chance as you
have been longing for."
"My dear fellow, what does it mat
ter to me? Supposing I unravel the
whole matter, you may be sure that
(iregson, Lestrade & Co. will pocket
all the credit. That eome&of being an
unofficial personage."
"But lie begs you to help him."
"Yes. He knows that 1 ura his su
perior, and acknowledges it to me;
but he would cut his tonguft out before
lie would own it to any third person.
However, we m.iy as well go and have
a look. I shall work it out on my own
hook. I may hare a laugh at them, if
I have nothing else. Come on!"
He hustled on his overcoat, and
bustled about in a way that showed
that an energetic tit had superseded
the apathetic one.
"Get your hat," he said.
GAZftl) VACA.NTI.Y AT HH OBOl'ND.
"You wish me to come?"
"Yes, if you have nothing better to
do." A iriinute later we were both in
a hansom, driving furicnisly fur the
HrLxton road.
It wus a very foggy, cloudy morning,
and a dun-colored veil hung over tba
house tops, looking like the reflection
of the mud-colored streets boneath.
My companion was in the best of spir
its, and prattled away about Cremona
fiddles, and the difference between a
Stradivarius and an Amati. As for
myself, I was silent, for the dull
weather and the melancholy business
upon which we were engaged depressed
my spirits.
"You don't seem to give much
thought to the matter iu hand." I said
ut lust, interrupting Holmes' musical
disquisition.
"So data yet," he answered. "It is
a capital mistake to theorize before
you have all the evidence. It biases
the judgment."
''You will have your data soon," I
remarked, pointing with my finger;
"this is the Brixton road, and that is
the house, if I am not very much mis
taken." "So it is. Stop, driver, stop!" We
were still a hundred yards or so from
it, but he insisted upou our alighting,
und we finished our journey upon foot.
No, 'i Lunristoii gardens wore an ill
omened and minatory look. It was
one of four which stood back some lit
tle way from the street, two being oc
cupied und two empty. The latter
looked out with three tiers of vacant,
melancholy windows, which were
blank and dreary, save that here and
thore a "To Let" card had developed
like a cataract upou the bleared panes.
A smull garden sprinkled over with a
scattered eruption of sickly plauts sep
arated each of these houses from the
street, and was truversed by a narrow
pathway, yellowish in color, and con
sisting apparently of a mixture of clay
and of gravel. The whole place was
very sloppy from the rain which had
fallen through the ncght. The garden
was bounded by a three-foot brick wall
with a fringe of wood rails upon the top,
and agaiust this wall was leaning a
stalwart police constable, surrounded
by a smull knot of loafers, who craned
their necks and strained their eyes in
the vain hope of catching some glimpse
of the proceedings within.
1 had imagined that Sherlock Holmes
would at once have hurried into the
house and plunged into a study of the
mystery. Nothing appeared to bo far
ther from his intention. With an air
of nonchalance which, under the cir
cumstances, seemed to me to border
upon affectation, he lounged up and
down the pavement, and gazed va
cantly at the ground, the sky, the op
posite houses, nnd the line of railings.
Having finished his scrutiny, he pro
ceeded slowly down the path, or rather
down the fringe of grss which flanked
the path, keeping his eyes riveted upon
the ground. Twice he stopped, and
once I saw him smile and heard him
utter an exclamation of satisfaction.
There were many narks of footsteps
upon the wet, clayey soil, but since the
police had been coming and going over
it, 1 was unable to see how my com
panion ctiuld hope to learn anything
from it. Still, I had such extraordi
nary evidence of the quickness of his
perceptive faculties that I had no doubt
that he could see a great deal which
was hidden from me.
At the door of the house we were
met by a tall, white-faced, flaxen
hatred man, with a note-book in his
hand, who rushed forward and wrung
my companion's hand witli effusion.
"It is indeed kind of you to come," lie
said; "I have had everything loft un
touched." "Except that!" my friend answered,
pointing to the pathway. "If a herd
of buffaloes had pasoed along- there
could not be a greater mess. No
doubt, however, you had drawri your
own conclusions, Uregson, before you
permitted this."
"I have had so much to do inside
the house," the detective said, evasive
ly. "My colleague, Mr. Lestrade. is
here. I had relied upon him to look
after this."
Holmes gjauced at me, and ruised
his eyes sardouicaljy. "With two such
men as yourwlf and Lestrade upon the
ground, there will not be much for a
third party to flncltrat," he said.
iregson rubbed his hands in a self
satisfied way. "I think we have done
all that can be done," he answered;
"It's a queer case, though, and I knew
your taste for such things."
"You did not come here in a cab?'
asked Sherlock Holmes.
"No, sir."
"Nor Lestrade?"
"No, sir."
"Then let us go nnd look at the
room." V ith which inconsequent re
mark he strode on into the house, fol
lowed by Gregson, whoso features ex
pressed his astonishment.
A short passage, bare planked and
dust)', led to the kitchen und offices.
Two doors opened out of it to tho left
and to the right. One of these had ob
viously been closed for many weeks.
The other belonged to the dining-room,
which was the apartment in which tho
mysterious offa ir had occurred. Holmes
walked In, and I followed him with
that subdued feeling at my heart which
the presence of death inspires.
It was a large, Square room, looking
all the larger for the absence of all
furniture. A vulgar, flaring paper
adorned the walls, but it was blotched
In places with mildew, and here and
there great strips had become detached
and hung down, exposing the yellow
plaster beneath. Opposite thu door
was a showy fireplace, surmounted by
a mantle-piece of imitation white mar
ble. On one corner of this was stuck
the stump of u red wax candle. The
solitary window wus so dirty that the
light was hazy aud uncertain, giving u
dull gray tinge to everything, which
was intensified by tho thick layer of
duit which coated the whole apart
ment. All these details I observed after
ward. At present my attention was
centered upon the single grim, motion
lew figure which lay stretched upon
the boards with vacant, sightless eyes
staring up at tho discolored ceiling.
It was that of a man about forty-three
or forty-four years of age, middle
sized, broad-shouldered, witli crisp,
curling black hair and a short, stub
bly beard. He was dressed iu a heavy
broadcloth frock coat and wuistcoat,
with light colored trousers and im
maculate collar aud cuffs. A top hat,
well brushed nnd trim, was placed
upon the floor beside him. His hand!
were clinched and his arms thrown
abroad, while his lower limb's were in
terlocked as though hi3 death-struggle
had been a grievous one. On his rigid
face thero stood an expression of hor
ror and, as it seemed to me, of hatred,
such as I have never seen upon human
features. This malignant and terrible
contortion, combined with the low
forehead, blunt nose and prognathous
jaw, gave the dead man a singularly
simious and ape-like appearance, which
was increased by his writhing, unnat
ural posture. I have seen death in
many forms, but never has it appeared
to me in a more fearsome aspect than
in that dark, grimy apartment, which
looked out upon one of the main arte?
ries of suburban London.
Lestrade, lean and ferret-like as
ever, was standing by the doorway,
aud greeted my companion andmyself.
"This case will make a stir, sir," he
remurked. "It beats anything 1 have
seen, and I am no chicken."
"There is no clew," said Gregson.
"None at all," chimed in Lestrade.
Sherlock Holmes approached the
body, und, kneeling down, examined
it Intently. "You are sure that there
is no wound?" he asked, pointing to
numerous gouts und splashes of blood
which lay all round.
"Positive!" cried both detectives.
"Then, of course, this blood belongs
to u second individual presumably
the murderer, if murder has been com
mitted. It reminds me of the eircum
stauccs attendant on the death of Van
.lansen, in Utrecht, in the yearl8!i4.
Do you remember the case, Uregson?"
"No, sir."
"Kead it upyou really should.
There is nothing new under the sun.
It has all been done before."
As he spoke, his nimble fingers were
flying here, there and everywhere,
feeling, pressing, unbuttoning, exam
ining, wtnle ins eyes wore the same
far-away expression whjch I have al
ready remarked upon. So swiftly was
the examination made that one would
hardly have guessed the minuteness
with which it was conducted. Finally,
he sniffed the dead man's lips, and then
glanced at the soles of his patent
leather boots.
"He has not been moved at all?" he
asked.
"No more.thiin was necessary for the
purpose of our examination."
"You can take him to the mortuary
now," he said. "There is nothing more
to be learned,"
Gregson had a stretcher and four
men at hand. At his call they entered
the room, and the stranger was lifted
md carried out. As they raised him,
BlIERLUCli HOLMES APPROACHED THE
BODY.
a ring tinkled down qnd rolled across
the floor. Lestrade grabbed il up and
stared ut it with mystified eyes.
"There's been a woman here," he
cried. "It's a woman's weddirg-rintf."
He be. 'i it out, as he spoke, upon the
palm of his hand. We all gathered
round him and trazedat it. There could
be no doubt that that circle of plain
gold had once adorned the finger of a
bride.
"This complicates matters," said
Gregson. "Heaven knows, they were
complicated enough before!
"You're sure it doesn't simplify
them?" observed Holmes. "There's
nothing to be learned by staring at it
What did you find iu liis pockets?"
"We have it all here," said Gregson,
pointing to a litter of objects upon one
of the bottom steps of the stairs. "A
gold watch, No. 07,103, liy Barraud, of
London. Gold Albert chain, very
heavy and solid., Gold ring, with ma
sonic device. Gold pin bulldog's
head, with rubies as eyes. Russian
leather card-ease, with cards of Enoch
.1. Drebber, of Cleveland, correspond
ing with tho K. .1. D. upon the linen.
No purse, but loose money to the ex
tent of seven pounds thirteen. Pocket
edition of Boccaccio's 'Decameron, 'with
name of Joseph Stangerson upon the
flv-leaf. Two letters one addressed
to E. .T. Drebber and one to Joseph
Stangerson."
"At what address?"
"American Exchange, Strand to be
left till called for. They are both from
he Guion .Steamship company, and re
fer to the sailing of their boats from
Liverpool. It is clear that this unfor
tunate man wasaboutto return to Now
York."
"Have you made uuy inquiries as to
tliis mun Stangerson?"
"I did it at once, sir," said Gregson.
"I have had advertisements sent to all
the newspapers, und one of ray men
has gone to the American Exchange,
but he has not returned yot."
"Have you sent to Cleveland'.'"
"We telegraphed this indrniug."
"How did you word your inquiries?
We simplv detailed tho circum
stances, aud said that we should be
glad uf any information which could
help us."
"You did not ask for particulars on
any point which appeared to you to be
crucial?"
"1 risked ubout Stangerson."
"Nothing else? Is there no eircum
stance on which this whole case up
pears to hinge? Will you not tele
graph again?"
"1 have said all I have to say," said
Gregson, in an offended voice.
Sherlock Holmes chuckled) to him
self, und appeared to be about to make
some remark, when Lestrade, w ho had
been In the front room while wa were
holding this conversation in the hall
reappeared upou the scene, rubbing
his hands in a pompous and self-sntls-
Ued manner.
"Mr. Gregson," he suld, "I have just
made u discovery of the Inchest iiu
portance, iiH ono which would have
been overlooked had I not made a care
ful exumlnatioii of the walls."
The little man's eyes snarkled as he
spoke, aud ho was evidently in a state
of suppressed exultation at having
acored a point against his colleague
"Come here," he said, bustling back
into the room, the atmosphere of
which felt cleaner since the removal of
its ghastly inmate. "Now stand there!"
Ho struck a match on his boot and
held it up against the wall.
"Look at that!" he said, tiiuniphant-
I havo remarked that the paper had
fallen away in these parts. In this
particular corner of the room a large
piece had peeled off, leaving a yellow
square of coarse plastering. Across
this bare space there was scrawled in
blood-red letters a single word:
"BACHE."
"WTiat do you think of that?" cried
the detective, with the air of a show
man exhibiting his show. "This was
overlooked because it' was in the dark
est corner of tho room, and no one
thought of looking there. The mur
derer has written it with his or her
own blood. See this smear where it
has trickled down the wall! That dis
poses of the idea of suicide, anyhow.
W hy was that corner chosen to write
it on? I will tell you. See that candle
on the mantel piece. It was lit at
the time, and if it was lit this corner
would be the brightest instead of the
darkest portion of the wall."
'And what does it mean, now that
you have found it?" asked Gregson, in
a deprecatory voice.
"Mean? Why, it means that tho
writer was going to put the female
name Itacliel, but was disturbed be
fore ho or she had time to finish. You
mark my words, wlien this case comes
to be cleared up you will find that a
woman named Rachel has something
to do with it. It's all very well for
you to laugh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
You may be very smart and clever, but
the old hound Is best, when all is said
und done."
"I really beg'yTjrir pardon!" said my
companion, who had ruffled the little
man's temper by bursting into an ex
plosion of laughter. "You certainly
have the credit of being the first of us
to find this out, and, as you say, it
bears every mark of having been
written by the other participant in
last night's mystery. I have not
had time to examine this room yet,
but with your permission I shall do so
now."
As he spoks lie whipped a tape
measure and a largo, round magnify
ing glass from his pocket. With these
two instruments he trotted noiselessly
about the room, sometimes stopping,
occasionally kneeling, and once lying
flat on his face. So engrossed was he
with his occupation that he appeared
to have forgotten our presence, for he
chattered away to himself under his
breath the whole time, keeping up a
running' tire of exclamations, groans,
Whistles, and little cries suggestive of
encouragement and hope. As I
watched him I was irresistibly re
minded of a pure-hlooded, well-trained
fox-hound as it dashes backward and
forward through the covert, whining
in its eagerness, until it comes across
the lost scent. For trcenty minutes or
more he continued his researches,
meakuring with the most exact care
the distance between marks which
were entirely invisible to me, and occa
sionally applying his tape to the walls
in an equally incomprehensible man
ner. In one place he gathered very
carefully a little pile of gray dust from
the floor and packed it away In an
envelope. Finally he examined with
his glas3 the words upon the wall, go
ing over every letter of it with the
most minute exactness. This done, he
appeared to be satisfied, for be re
placed the tape and glass in his pocket.
"They say that genius is an infinite
capacity for taking pains," he remarked
with a smile. "It's a very bad defini
tion, but it does apply to detective
work."
Gregson and Lestrade had watched
the maneuvers of their amateur com
panion with considerable curiosity and
some contempt. They evidently failed
to appreciate the fact, which I had be
gun to realize, that Sherlock Holmes'
smallest actions were all directed to
ward some definite and practical end.
"What do you think of it?" they
both asked.
"It would be robbing you of the
credit of the case if1 I was to presume
to help you," remarked my friend.
"You are doing so well now that It
would be a pity for anyone to inter
fere." There was a world of sarcasm
in his voice, as he spoke. "If you will
let me know how your investigations
go," he continued, "I shall be happy
to give you any help 1 can. In the
meantime, I should like to speak to
the constable who found the body.
Can you give me his name and ad
dress?" ,
Lestrade glanced at his note-book.
"John Bance," he said. "He is off
duty now. You will find him at 46
Audley court, Kennington park gate."
Holmes took a note of the address.
"Come along, doctor," he said; "we
shall go and look him up. I'll tell you
one thing which may help you in the
case," he continued, turning to the
two detectives. "There has been
murder done, and tbe murderer was a
man. lie was more than six feet high,
was In the prime of life, had small feet
for hi height, wore coarse, sqnnrc
toed boots and smoked a Triehinopoly
cigar. He came here with his victim
in a four-wheeled cab, which wa9
drawn by a horse with three old shoes
and one new one on his off fore-leg.
In all probability the murderer had a
florid face, and the finger-nails of his
right hand were remarkably long.
These are only a few indications, but
they may assist you."
Lestrade and Gregson glanced at
each other with an incredulous smile.
"If this man was murdered, how
was it done?" asked the former.
"Poison," said Sherlock Holmes, curt
ly,' und strode off. "One other thing,
Lostrnde," he addeij, turning round at
the door; " 'Rache' is the German for
'revenge;' so don't lose your time look
ing for Miss Rachel."
With which Parthian shot he walked
away, leaving the two rivals open
mouthed behind him.
TO BE CONTISI KD
Photographic Panorama
OF THE
WORLD'S FAIR
Now Ready
Something new. It is a Great Education
tor any Man, Woman and Child who
reads The Tribune and takes ad
vantage of its Grand Offer.
It consists of Over Two Hundred Photo
graphic Views of the Sights and Scenes of
the Worlds Pair and Midway Plaisance.
It Is Issued in Four Parts, or Portfolios.
Each Portfolio Contains Fify or More Different
and Distinct Pictures.
Over TWO HUNDRED Views Shown, No Two
Alike.
All of the pictures are of equal interest
and importance to complete this beautiful
and exhaustive pictorial history of the World's
Columbian Exposition.
Part Ono Contains Over Fifty Photographic Views.
Part Two Contains Over Fifty Photographic Views.
Part Three Contains Over Fifty Photographic Views.
Part Four Contains Over Fifty Photographic Views.
All Separate and Distinct Pictures. No Two Alike.
AT CHICAGO, Illinois, on the shore of Luke Michigan, from
May 1 to October 30, 1(9.J. stood the Maj?ic City the Dream
City- -that caused the whole world to halt aud gaze iu wou
der aud amazemeut. This was the crowniug achievement iu America's
history of 400 years. Every nation from "GreeulaudVs Icy Mountains
to India's Coral Strand." from darkest Africa to the islands of the sea
poured ibrih their riches as tribute to th.- World's Columbian Exposi
tiou, that it should be the most man clous display of ancient and mod
em times. All thai the human brain had conceived, that human skill
could execute, was there. All this wealth of the earth and genius of
mind was concentrated there within an arc of ti'S-i acres, of which 250
acres were covered with buildings that alone cost Twenty-three Million
Dollars. Only the spirit aud the pictures of this, the eighth and great
est wonder of the world, remain with us. The spirit will make our
nation greater and all humanity better, while the pictures make a pic
torial history that will tell the story to all the children of men.
the Photographic Panorama of the World's Fair is designed to
perpetuate the glories of the Magic City, for I he entertainment of the
multitudes aud for Hie enlightenment of posterity. Il presents vivid
and realistic views of Oraud Exposition Buildings, with their towers,
pinnacles aud glittering domes. pictures of State aud Foreign Buildings,
of massive Arches, of Colonnades and Feristle. of noble Statuary and
Egyptiau Cltelisks, of Sculpture aud Mural Decorations, of jetting
Fountains, of beautiful Interior Exhibits, of Venetian Gondolas, glid
iug over the deep Lagoons, of Pavilions, of Foreign Villages, of Cafe,
of the Wooded island, and many other attractions of the Dream City,
including the famous Midway 1'laisauce. the bazaar of nations, or the
side shows of the World's Fair.
Every vestige of the World's Pair is fast passing away. Alreads
lite has played havoc among the buildings, while a small army of men
are at work removing everything in the form of Uuildiugs aud exhibits
that was dear to the sight of the World's Fair visitors. But thanks
to photography, it remains for the entertainment and edification of the
multitudes aud for posterity.
The "Photographic Panorama of the World's Fair" is a VoltUu
iuously illustrated history Of thai great event, Il i a history that is
both highly entertaining to the young anil old. and instructive to all.
It is such a volume thai should be in every patriotic home. In older
to have a complete, continuous and connected history, it will be neces
sary to have all four parts.
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Tho l.ateit Catob.
Ink i tlip latent cgtcb, nnd lot uf fun
ran lir got out of It. HMMt the ttOtdl
rapidly wvcral timu without punctua
tion: "Which would you rather do would you
rather tide in n cab nud think how nice it
would he to walk whan you ride iu a cab
or would you ruthtr Walk and think how
nice It. wouU ho to rid. in a Mb when you
walk'" 'r.-iTimmiiT Time.
I'oiimW mill l'uiiiiiN.
When her mother Itad from the letter
that t'ncle John, who live iu Eugliiud,
hud lost MOO, li(tl Alice, iy.Ho had never
neen her distant relative, ;cllnied:
"Why! what a fit man imcle i hava
beeu!".rhihulelpbia Tiu.
The Tribune Order
FO
s
! World's Fair Art Portfolio 1
IN FOUR PARTS.
COUPON, January 19, 1894.
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Send or bring 3 Coupons of different dates, to- 3
gether with 10 Cents, and receive each part of Mag- S
niheent Photographs. No delay; no waiting, as eacn
B part is now ready.
THE TRIBUNE, Cor. Penn Ave, and Spruce St
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All four parts are now ready to be de
livered. There is, therefore, no delay in
curred in whiting.
Each part can be obtained by cutting out
three coupons of different dates, in this col
umn, and sending lO Cents (not
stamps) with each three coupons.
The other Art Offers are still open