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THE TIMES, SUNDAt, 1AUGUSV 11, 1895.
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AKOYELIST'S SUMMER HOME
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
Lives by the Shore
GEXTLE EXISTENCE IS HERS
An Afternoon With One of
the Most Successful of
American Writers.
LOUCE STEIt,
Mass., Aug. 2,
"Wild roses and gold
en rod blossom sido
by Bide. Could one
see such a sight
anywhere on the
face of tho earth
away from Cape
Aim? The promise
of early summer
never fades until
tine fuiniltnent of
autumn, for how
otherwise could
even tho sturdy New Englander
bear up against the hard ratefulness of
the granite rocks and the steady booming
of the uuforgolten eca?
The scent of sweet bayberry Is In the air,
the baked masts of the fishing ischooners
rise above tho housetops, and with every
step one penetrates further and further into
a quaint old new world.
An August pilgrimage to the summer
home of Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps-Ward
Is not to be forgotten In n life-time. The
trolley, which has claimed every highway
and by-way in New England for its own,
has tried to give a queer. Incongruous,
modern look to the winding road to East
Gloucester, but it has failed signally. It
cannot alter the houses of the dingy, dusty
yellow In -which older Massachusetts de
lights, and which do not, like tbeiuhabitunts
of Albany In Moses' venerable geography,
"all present their gable ends to thestreet,"
but every conceivable elevation and per
spe tive. Ilcaiiuotchangethecrookedlanes
dodging P from tho sea over the hills in
and out between the round-top gray ledges.
Itrnnnottake away the smell ofthe ocean,
nor yet the more pungent odor of salted cod
(salt fish in the vernacular) spread by the
thousand to dry upon the fish riakes in the
great fish-curing yards. It has not taken
down the soa serpent with dangling tail
Elizabeth Stnart
and yarning jaws festooned against the
side or a "block" shop, and caught some
where you cannot read the date as the
trolley goes jangling by It has no power
to nlwlisti ttwenormoushay-cocks which tho
artists love, anymore than it can spoil the
Bummer smile upon the water.
Eastward as far as the eye can seof
Eastward, eastward, endlessly.
The spa rkleand tremor of purplesea."
Hut by and by the trolley is kind enough
to take jls jingling and Its Jangling
and us boil-ringing out of the road you
wi'-h to follow Then under the trees and
bttwet-n the sumac bushes you go on to a
lane that leads up into a great rocky pas
ture At the end of the lane there J & a gato
nudbpyondihegatanarrowerlane between
the boulders and the bayberry bushes up
over the bill, wiUi the sea so close that
the gray patched saPs of the fishing boats
rise against the sky line even when you
cannot see tho water. Herds of cows
plod lazily down the grassy way to meet
you, aud sea birds circle in tho air.
It is cool and still and restful, with
only the great rock ledges rising above the
creen, to suggest the underlying necessities
of lire, tho ever-abiding call of duty, the
Puritan conscience and tho spiritualism
that have inspired and dominated the work
rthe-woaiaii whose bouse is the only houso
one can tee.
High up wnere tho salt airs blow free sho
J-as bjiided. Hot own pen and the pen of
otr. rs have described the square while
Jujs -with iot another house to look upon
it, well apart from tho haunts of the sum
mer cottager. ThebDuldersstandoutthrough
tho gu .i sward that leads from the quaint
rope gate up to the veranda, and a boat full
to overflowing with red nasturtium blos
soms is the one touch of life and labor that
pjuh-artinlothibrookcoastoftliegraysea.
On the roof is a lilUe quare observatory
and al one side is the low one-story "study,"
w here Mr and Mrs. "Ward write, sho in tho
morning only, he at almostany hour of tho
day.
It is Mr. "Ward who comes down to the
Gato to nieot you, a genial, breezy figure,
bronzed from the sun and full of the keen,
vigorous life of the shore. At his heels tags
a. little grey terrier with long silky hair that
scrambles to the top or the gate post and
blinks at you out or curious but wonder
rully friendly eyes. "Diok" I hope I've
go thlsuamcrightisoneorthe most impor
tant members of tho household, and when
bo jumps into your lap and curls up there
cosily you are distinctly grateful to him for J
acenpting you also for a minute as part and
parcel of ono of the most interesting of
America's households.
But this Is after you have met Mrs.
FhelpB-Ward. To meet tho woman who
wrote "The Story of Avis" is an event in
tho life of any woman To meet her here
in hersummcr houv. with the drone of bees
in tho air and tho sweetness or pond lilies j
lntberoom,lsanioeh, j
The woman novelist who perhaps has J
dost deeply influenced women has a face j
to ba taraotlMtxz fUrnncc. imlilv mnMarf. 1
Ifw fill 1
calm, large of features, and with largeness
of character shining through tho clear,
steady eyes. Her while hair is brushed
smoothly back from a serene forehead,
and as she leans back in her thin whilo
dress against a pilo of cushions you feel
that you are In the presence of one who has
looked in tho race of mora of life's prob
lems than most of us aud found answers to
puzzing questions.
It means tho peace that gives strength
to be with her and in the tiny room that
is so like her. "An Old Maid's Paradise,"
for it was that before it was the homo of
a happy married pair, was built to be a
home and not lor display. Tho partitions
of narrow matched boards that separate
tho quaint rooms are painted a cool, pale
green, like the water of the sea. Odd little
sea horses and trltons cut in silhouette
make a narrow liorder behind the couch,
and on an easy level for the eye. Sea pict
ures, some clear and sunny, and some all
wrapped in haze, but suggesting the stern
er, inexorable spirit of the deep, cover the
-walls. A fine portrait of Bryant lends the
needed touch of human interest- There
are summer mattings on the floor, summer
hangings and summer lounging chairs.
Mrs Phelps-Ward holds sacred the privacy
ofherhome.nnd she may be far from pleased
to see even one little nook of it so minutely
descrilwd, but the breath or fresh air that
even the thought of its beauty and its cool
ness will oring to thousands should bo or
my offending some little palliation.
Mrs. Ward it is by that name her hus
band speaks for her is doing some liter
ary work about which she does uot caro
just yet to say anything. "It Is peculiar
work," she explalus, with the thoughtful
look that sits best upon her face, "and I
do not know when I bhall finish it. In
deed, I do not like to talk about any
thing I am writing until it is quite
done."
Of all books that she has written Mrs.
"Ward likes best "The Story of Avis" for
many reasons.
"I have no real favorite," she explains,
"among my literary children. Some ap
peal to me for one cause and some for
another I could not choose Trom them
any more than the mother of a big fam
ily, but in some ways I prefer 'The Story
of the Avis,'and then, perhaps. 'The Gates
Ajar 'The Story of Avis' is a woman's
book. There are men who like it, but its
readers arc mainly women."
"Few men could understand It," I sug
gest; "only men of exceptionally fine na
tures." "It was written for women," sho as
sents, "and it is from women that the re
sponse has come." And then the talk
drifts, as oven by the Gloucester shore it
must and on a bummor holiday, to tho new
woman. Mrs. "Ward looks on with fear at
tho threatened spoliation of the home.
"The newspnper talk," she says, "of our
clubwomen exactly as they do of our club
men I have heard of a woman who be
longed to twenty-three clubs, and when
Pbclps-TTord.
J hor health failed she gave up all '.' t thir
teen. Now, I cannot see what use a home
woman or a really busy woman has for
this constant dissipation of club meetings."
"They are said to be educational," I ven
ture, with the hesitation or a woman who
doesn't go to clubs and doesn't know.
"Tcs, I mppose they have filled a want
aud served an excellent purpose. But
now women are carrying them to excess
and they are becoming a real danger.
"What do men and women marry for if
they do not want to spend their lives to
gether, and how can there bo a home unless
tbero Is somebody in It at least a part of
the time? Unless wc aro to give up all
idea, of any such tbiug as happiness In this
world we must guard the sanctity of our
homes."
"But If both men and women go away
from homo do they not como back to
each other fresher for the diversion?"
"Yes, but the club life seems on tbo point
of becoming tho wholo lifo, tho homo only
tho stopping place botwoen times. I am a
woman suffragist; have been from girlhood.
I believe in tho broader outlook and tho
more earnest activities of women. "What
women have accomplished in education
and in philanthropic work is not to bo
measured. It is being dono with rare good
sense, with discretion and with Eelf-sac-rlfice.
I would bo tho last woman to wish
to cramp women. I would urge them for
ward in all good paths, but this is an age
of fads, and no fad must ruin tho home."
But it is not fair to quote Mrs. Phelps
Ward. Nobody interviews anybody in
Gloucester, and the summer is ror rest, not
for dragging into the newspapers people
who have run away from the cares of
the work-a-day world. And nobody thinks
much about interviewing -with rocks rising
high above rock and tho water turning
from blue to gold and crimson as the sun
goes down upon the sea.
Mrs. I'helps-Ward regards her husband's
literary work very highly. His gift for
a plot she considers much greater than
her own. Whether any of their future
books will be written in collaboration she
did not tell me. Her working hours are
In tho morning only. If sho touches pen
in the evening she is apt to pay with
sleeplessness for the exertion. But who
will make a working day too long, even
In the cosy little study among tho rocks,
when there are the strength and beauty
to look upon of the sweet pastures, tho
rugged shona, and the little boat tbat
dauce3 upon the en circling sea?
To visit Mr. and Mrs. Ward is to come
away freshened for what of llfo lies be
yond. ELIZA PUTNAM HEATON.
Mot lice Ivoolcod Also.
Tommy Bingo Sister had her young man
call to see her last night, and 1 was peep.tig
Uimugh the keyhole looking at tliem, when
ma came along and stopped me.
Wil.io Si.r.iM,n Wnat did she do?
Tommy Bingo She took a look.
LIFE SAYERS I SDIMER
How Wizard. Kdison Saved
a Iady From Injury.
DEPW SAVED A SUIOIDE
George
Vanderbilt Was
Rescued and Became
a Good Boy
"You never know what It is to care
for a person until you have saved his
lire," is the verdict of a policeman who
guards the largest wharf beat In the
country, and who is the greatest life
savor in the world. "I tell you, after you
have grappled with deatli for tlie life of
a man you begin to realize how much that
life is to you; and his face is photographed
upon your brln so firmly that it never
is rubbed off. I have saved at least nrty
lives, and I'd know every one of them in
the dark on the blackest night!"
Well-known people besides professional
life-savers have rescued people from death,
and all tell the same story of forever re
membering the faces of those they have
saved, as well as of the firm Impress or the
event. It is not generally kuown that
"Wizard Edison has figured other than a
saver of labor, yet as a life-saver he should
certainfy be recognized.
"It happened a long time ago," said Mr.
Edison, " when there were fewer means of
"I Peered Anxiously Infb tbo TVnter."
(From a photograph in Paul's possession. -
getting around the country by electricity
and motor power than now, and 1 was
obliged to go behind a horse. Now, a horeo
is the poorest motor po wer I know He has
to be chained. hnrnes-ed and watched. On
this occasion I had him harnessed, but I wjis
too busy thinking of something important
to watch him. Like all horseshe noticed
this at once saw his chance and runaway.
EDISON ASTKIDE A HORSE.
"Now, I am rather an athletic fellow, and
of course I could easily have crept to the
back of the carriage and dropped down
easily and softly In the road way. But there
were others In the carrlnge, so I had to
work until I had stopped the horse "
The full version of the tale relates how
Mr. EdLon crept out upon the horse's back
at the direst rlk or his life and grasped
the bridle to get control or the bit, almost
putting his fingers in the horse's mouth to
do it, and ho w he finally brought the animal
up on his hind legs, nearly killing himself,
but saving the ladies in the carriage. Tho
vehicle was knocked nearly to bits by this
time and would have held them safely but
a minute longer.
To a lady visiting Craig-y-Nos early this
summer Patti gave tho true account of
her life-saving experience in this country
at Devil's Falls, an obtcure and dangerous
pacle up in New England.
"I was dressed like thip," raid the diva,
exhibiting a picture of herself in swimming
suit, "and we had all been in the water
for our heallh, as we were summering in
the mountains a party of singers to re
cuperate until fall. And let mo say I was
not the child which I have been pictured
on this occasion. Wo had come out of tho
water and were crawling along a narrow
ledge, when suddenly a bit or rock gave
way and down, down, down into the water
lwiow slipped Mary , ono or our girl friends.
We looked after her In horror for a minute,
for she plumped into tho water without a
sound.
"Then I was tho first to act. Peering
over tho ledge I could see her Etruggling
in the water, but not a sound camo up to
us. Sho was too stunned and feared to
cry out. I had learned to divo like a mer
maid and to swim like a fish , so throwing
off my hat I looked anxiously into tho
water below and leaped over into its depths.
Wo were fifteen feet above the falls, but
I was not afraid. I held Mary aud screamed,
while tho others ran for a retcuer. I caught
a branch and held on, cheering Mary, who
was pretty well exhausted and after no.it
wasn'ta full hour the men camo and got us.
But oh, what a close shavo it was for us
both. After I struck the water the curreut
fairly took mo under. It was so swift.
Sir Henry Irving once saved a life, tho
life of his son, Lawrence Irving. It hap
pened in a small theatre while tho Irving
company wero touring through the prov
inces. Lawrenco was playing a small part
in the cast, and had a dressing room near
iiis father. On this night tho first hell had
rung calling the actors to the stage, when
Mr. Irving, not seeing Lawrenco, stepped
to his son's dressing room. There stood tho
boy with a gun In his hand, looking down
the muzzle and handling the trigger.
"See, father, I'm practicing a solf-de-strucUon
act," called "out Lawrenco play
fully. "I'm rehearsing with thin old sun.
See how rusty it is. Look! Thetrigger "
There was a snap, a flash , a loud report
and the room was filled with smoke.
Upon the floor lay Lawrence, bleeding, but
conscious, while his father, white as death,
knelt over liim. "It is only his ear,"
panted Sir Henry to the frightened actors
as they rushed in. "I jumped and knocked
the muzzle aside. If I hadn't it would
haver gone through his head."
Very Enseinatlnjr Saver.
One of the most ramous lire-savers in the
world, but about whom the least is known,
is a woman life saver. She is a young and
pretty girl not over 21, yet in the rive
ears Mie has been a life saver she has
rescued no less than twenty lives, and
pioijubly many more. Her history is this:
Along, the coast, in a very picturesque
and exclusive inlet lined with handsome
villas, there is a long sUlc: ot beach
Ui.tel exclusively to vomn' "bathing.
No men ever appear here. . Bet mornings
noons and evenings tiioro aro children
with their nurses and over so many young
girls and matrons, old women and young
women upon tills beach. Ilero they leora
to swim, come to dip forrljeumaUsm, aud
here thoy practice all the arts of tho sea
shore. T,
To have a man ltfe-saver was repug
nant to all. So a sturdy young woman, the
daughter of one of tho famous sea pilots
of the Delaware, was asked to take tho
position. Iler salary is "a large one, as
it should be. and all summer lone- she sits
upon the sands koepiugan eye out for those t
who may go In too deep. Sho has life-preservers
should too many flounder at once
in tliesurf, and she keeps a stock of whiskys
and lestoratlves of all kinds under the great
beueh chair in which she sits.
Of course to do her" work quickly and
well this girl is obliged to dress in tights
so. that she can swim as fast as a man.
She is a very entertaining young woman,
and if she some day publishes the memoirs
of her rescues in the surr the book will sell
like the hot cakes or the wiudoW-stovo
mau. Once she went out after a capsized
rowuoat with four girls aboard Quick
as a Hash she snapped lile-preservers
over the heads of two, and grabbing the
other two by the back of the waist kicked
Jierseir ashore with all the four girls strug
gling and screannug at the top of their
voice.
All stories of summer lire-saving are not
those of the sea Or Chauncey M. Depew
tells a summer experience which was a
very stern reality on land. "It happened
oue day Just as I was getting ready for my
summer vacation," said Mr Depew "There
came Into my oflice one day a man whom
I immediately recognized as a friend of my
boyhood whom 1 had uot seen in twenty
years. 'I've come to say good-bye, old
friend,' said the man, 'because I am going
to commit suicide. Not now; don't be alarm
ed, but some day soon.'
" 'You are tired and weak,' said I, sooth
lSly. 'and your brain Has lieen ovcr-wor
ried. Here, take this, handing him a small
present, which was alljloo little for one
whom I had known so well.
" I don't want your mqney,' said the man,
but the truth is that 1 have two boys who
have got to go to work now at the age of
eight and ten years, and I haven't got the
sand.to see them put their noses to the wheel
and grind a way as lioys at that age have to
when they face the world I'm out of work
and can't support them and their mother.'
" 'Would you be contented to live if I got
employment for you and put your boys in
a good school?' I asked.
" 'Yes, Indeed,' he said. 'Indeed I would.
I did not exjK-ct as much as that. I came
only to ask :ou to do the little ones a good
turn If yon ever got a chance.'
"1 thought my old friend was touched
in his head. But I got him a job and
he'b al it yet, happy and whole. And
the boya? Oh, they went through col
lege and are now in the professions, oue
a doctor and the other a lawyer. Doing
well, too. That's the boot life I ever saved."
Lieut. Du Yal , the noble Uhauncey's sec-
pretary, once saved a life by novel means
"I joined a military company," says the
lieutenant, "because I thought I had the
luudtv-.tvoice'in the world forn commandant.
One night soon after I was walking through
the corridor of a Milwaukee hotel, when I
noticed a man acting qucerly at the end
of the hall. He would look out of the
window, dodgo back and glance out again.
He continued his maneuvering until I
got right up to him; then there was a sudden
spring outward and the man disappeared out
of the window right before my horrified
eyes. Quick as lightning I sprang to the
window. Wonder of wonders, he hadcaught
his foot In a queer square bit ot carving
and was hanging head downward and kick
ing violently! In a minute he would ex
tricate himself and plunge to sure death
below.
"I lost noL a minute. But sending one
awful yell through the corridor, I threw
myself as far out as I could and grasped
the man by the foot. I could scarcely
reach him, but the grip I got on the boot
wis nure and rirni. And then I yelled
f jr h '- Lord, how I did yell. The crowd
ga.h tl underneath and around. I could
notpcll my man back, butothcr hands soon
Ono of tbo Feminine Lifo Savers.
joined mine and wo got him a little way
up. He was halt Tainting and less violent
now. Fiually, with a rope around his leg,
well sprained by this time, we got him in.
But I always praise my loud voice Tor that
rescue, asitwas night, andlmightnothavo
been heard ontll too late if I had yelled
faintly."
It Is said that people whoso lives havo
been savad feel that they owe tho world a
debt of gratitude for retaining them in it,
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Moriiln-r Tim os Hubcribera can-bayo.
Tbo Evonlnjj: Times delivered free
for- oiio week by making roquoyt at
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MISS KELLY, P. S, BLUSHES
Roosevelt's Girl Secretary.
Not a New Woman.
JAT POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Desirable
Profession For
Women Suc
Young
cesses Made.
New honor was thrust on woman when
Miss Minnie Gertrude Kelly was installed
by the president of the board or police com
missioners, Theodore Roosevelt, as his
private secretary.
Miss Kelly is tlie first member of her sex
to hold any position at police headquarters.
The members of the former police board,
ruled by Tammany, would as soon have
posted their business on a bulletin board
outside tlie marble door of police headquar
ters as have installed a woman In any posi
tion, much less one of such contideuce as
a private secretaryship, where their secrets
must have been known.
The looks of amazement on the faces of
some of tlie former visitors to the police
commissioners' offices , where a sweet
faced girl in black is now lound running
the office in Commissioner Roosevelt's ab
sence, are worth seeing. Miss Kelly is
pretty, with sparkling black eyes, an es
pecially rosy mouth, rather large and indi
cating ability, but with corners well drawn
in denoting a tendency to mind one's own
business and divulge nothing. She has
black hair,, parted in Madonna fashion,
and waved down to the ears. And she
blushes. The rich blood comes and goes
in great waves ot crimson whenever she is
stKikeu to in spite of the fact that she is
quite dignified and elf-contuined and un
derstands her position fully. A wag said
when he saw this phenomenon that those
were the first blushes police headquarters
had ever known.
Miss Kelly's selection by Mr. Roose
velt draws attention to the fact that
women are especially fitted to hold posi
tions as private secretary where discre
tion, tact and an absolute fidelity and
secret! veness is imperative.
It is within a few years that this Idea
has takeu hold or both men and women of
prominence, and the records made by
Uielr women secretaries are clean and
unusually good without exception. Mrs.
Jnhu Logan has had a girl secretary,
Miss Edith Marshall, since Iwr husband's
death, and Mrs. Logan, as every one
knows, has a most voluminous corre
spondence beside many busmus-s and chari
table affairs in hand. Miss Marshall
even has entire charge of Mrs Logan's
bank books in her employer's abseuce
from Washington.
Mrs Potter Palmers' right hand dur
ing the preparations for the fair was a
lovely young girl whose tact aud efficiency
thousauds of people all over the world
came to know.
Miss Sanger, whom President Harri
son pLtced in the White HHouse, never
showed anything but the closest fidelitj
lo the trust placed in her, and although
cultivated assiduously by newspaper peo
ple, ii'it one of tho entire Washington
force was ever able to secure any news
through her .
It is this sort of faithfulness that Is
likely tlo make au increasing demand for
discreet young women of good judgrneut
and business training in such positions.
Miss Kelly is the fourth womau to hold
a private secretaryship of importance
iu New York's cty government. One
is now in the position and has proved to
have an executive ability that not one man
iu 500 lias.
Miss Kelly's is quite tho most importaut j
privatesecrctnryshlp yet filled by a woman.
It is all the more important because she
is ouly 19 years old, the youngest woman
by far who has ever been given such re
sponsibility. Miss Kelly is a New York girl, a grad
uate of the oubllc schools and not the least
tvs-tjk
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M!ls Sflnnie Gertrude Kelly.
bitof anewAvomaninanyway. She doesn't
ride the liicyc!e nor aspire to bloomers.
She doesn't admire the modern new woman
style of novel. Sho does like the water and
rows wheu she has the chance. She prefers
to stay at homo and cuIUvato tlie acquaint
ance ot her mother and sisters. She doesn't
belong to any so-called woman's clubs and
doesn't go in for slumming work, although
she Is a member of all the church societies
to which Catholic girls always belong.
But she is a great jiedeatrian ami likes
to walk from the police headquarters to her
home in Harlem, just for exercise.
Miss Kelly believes that women are espe
cially adapted to fill private secretary
ships, and when she studied stenography
It was always with tho ambition and in
tention of using it in something beside rou
tine dictation as a typewriter or mere
clerk. The Kellys had known Mr. Roose
velt's family for some years, and the orfer
of the position was made by Mr. Roosevelt
without solicitation from Miss Kelly's
family.
When she first appeared in Mulberry
street she was tho curiosity of the neigh
borhood. Policemen looked at her as If
sho was a new speclo ot animal, and tho
residents about headquarters decorated
their windows with their heads as sho
went by. She has now been ntheadquarters
two months, long enough to find out that
sho likes it, and tlie work novcx ceases to bo
interesting, and will beconio more so as it
grows more Tamilian Miss Kelly isn't a
suffrage agitator, nor a bit of a reformer,
nor connected with any of tlie'" women's
organizations that claim to havo helped in
tho reform government. Sho expects to
voto It women have that privilege by tho
timo sho Is old enough.
Just at present Miss Kelly shows a ten
dency to tend to Commissioner Hoosovclt's
work and mind her own affairs.
Sho hasu't shown any disposition to re
form anybody nor correct any abuses nor
tho slightest Intention of attempting to
run police headquarters.
"Would Do for Any ol Them.
"I suppose you want tho lady's name
engraved Inside, sir?" said the jeweler,
a?ter Tilllnghas had selected an engage
ment ring.
"Oh, do," replied the careful young man.
"Just put inside, 'To my heart's own treas
ure,' or 'TheatarotmyUre.
J safes-" Jl
wmifMwl
WW
"Most Emphatic Success in the
History of Washington
Journalism."
Morning,
Evening
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