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WOMEN AT THE BAR.
Fair Ones Who Write Fricfs and Argue Cases. Mrs. Kilgore, Who Was Recently Snubbed by an Alumni Association—Mrs. Ahr ens, Milo. Bilcesco and Other Legal Minded Members of the Gentler Sex. Legal circles in Philadelphia are con siderably stirred up over a mistake mad with reference to a woman lawyer—Mrs. Carrie Burnham Kilgore—who, as one of the alumni of the university, received an invitation to attend the annual ban quet of the association. She promptly accepted, and the male lawyers were CARRIE B. KILGORE. filled with dismay at the prospect of having a woman among them on the festive occasion. Her presence would mean to them the loss of their post prandial cigars at least, and after the grave deliberation which the subject de manded it was decided to return Mrs. Kilgore’s subscription and let the dinner be, as heretofore, strictly a “stag” affair. This action naturally elicited some caustic comment on the part of the talented lady most directly affected, and the case has been argued, pro and con, with much vigor. This setback is but one of many simi lar incidents in the career of Mrs. Kil gore. Probably no person living ever fought so persistently for the honor of admission to the bar. As far back as 1873 the struggles of this lady, who was then Carrie Burn ham, began. She paid her taxes, which were, of course, accepted, and then of fered to vote, but her ballot was rejected. An unsuccessful appeal to the courts followed. Some time afterward Miss Burnham registered with Damon Y. Kilgore and began the study of the law. Her application for admission to the bar was denied by the board of exam ers and their action confirmed by the courts. Six years later she made an ef fort to get into the law department of the University of Pennsylvania, but did not succeed. Miss Burnham’s next important act was to many Mr. Kilgore, her preceptor, by wThom she had two children. An other application to the university fol lowed and she was admitted, but her woes as a lawyer had only nicely begun. Several courts refused to permit her to practice before them, and would not even hear her in her own behalf, so that she was obliged to impress her husband into service to argue her cases. After two or three bills providing for extend ing to women the privilege of practicing in the Pennsylvania courts had failed in the legislature from one cause or an other, one finally got through after a three years’ struggle, and then Mrs. Kilgore became a full fledged attorney at law, and was admitted to practice in the supreme court of the state, which of course carried with it a similar right in all lower courts. Since then Mrs. Kilgore’s career has been a brilliant as well as a profitable and pleasant one. She has acquired a lame nractice of her own, which has been augmented by much of that of her husband, who died some time ago. She has on many occasions been appointed by the District of Columbia a commis sioner to take testimony, and is now also a practitioner in the supreme court of the United States. Another bright woman lawyer is Mrs. Mary A. Ahrens, of Chicago, the petite chairman of the Woman’s School Suf frage association, of Cook county. Mrs. Ahrens is not alone a lawyer, although that is at present her profession. She has also practiced medicine, and has been a teacher, a lecturer, an artist and an amateur floriculturist and horticul turist at different periods of her half century of life. In 1857 she left the Galesburg (Ills.) seminary and married a farmer named Fellows. They had three children. Afterward the family moved to southern Illinois, and while on a sketching tour this bright little woman fell oil the rocks and badly in jured her left arm, permanently impair ing its u ;o. She moved to Chicago, and Mr. Fellows having died, she was mar- , ried to the artist Louis Ahrens in 188(1. . In 1887 Mrs. Ahrens decided to take up j the study of lav.-. LLo enjoys the unique 1 distinction of never having lost a case in coi rt, and the reason is not hard to find, for unless there is merit in the offering client’s cause she will not accept it. Mrs. Ahrens is of a particularly char itable nature, and strange to say she is in no sense a masculine woman. The first woman ever admitted to the bar in France was Mile. Sannisa Bilcesco, of Bucharest. Mile. Bilcesco is the only child of a wealthy banker, who gave her an education such as few women enjoy. The best private tutors were employed to instruct her, and so well was their work done that their pupil at the age of seventeen took the degree of bachelor of letters and science in the College of Bucharest. In compliance with the wishes of her wealthy and indulgent father, who was very proud of her at tainments, Mile. Bilcesco, accompanied by her mother, left for Paris, and ap plied for admission to the Ecole du Droit, and in the examination surpassed the 500 male candidates. This magnificent showing swept away the opposition of several members of the faculty who had objected to flying in the face of prece dent to the extent of permitting one woman to euier w scnooi wmcn nau several hundred male students. During the six years’ course required by the laws of France, Mile. Bilcesco was absent but one day from her studies. Her devoted mother sat by her side—the chaperon idea being as strong in France today as it ever was—and patiently listened during all those years to the tedious lectures, which were unintel ligible to her, but which were eagerly absorbed by the judicial mind of her young daughter. Mile. Bilcesco gradu ated with high honors, and at once re turned to her native city of Bucharest, where she is now winning fame and wealth as a lawyer. She is but twenty three years of age, and is of a slight, trim figure. She has a high, intellectual forehead, from which masses of dark wavy hair are carelessly brushed back. She has the pride of appearance com mon to all well regulated females, and MRS. MARY A. AHRENS, she is said to be a dutiful and exception ally affectionate daughter, possessing none of the eccentricities supposed to be peculiar to talented women. Mile. Bilcesco enjoyed the rather unusual dis tinction last year of having her admis sion to the bar discussed with- much interest in the daily press of Paris, and, in lesser degree, by most of the news papers of Europe. She certainly starts out well advertised. “Listen to Sarah; she knows,” was the admiring comment to which Michael Wilkins was wont to give vent when ever his wife, Sarah, was “argifying” with any of the men neighbors. Sarah Wilkins is not a lawyer, but she is nev ertheless celebrated as the only woman who- ever made an argument before the supreme court of Kansas. She also en joys considerable local fame as the old dest white settler of Atchison county. Besides all this she is known as one of the shrewdest business women in the state of Kansas, where she owns several farms. Mrs. Wilkins has always been a par ticularly assertive woman She selected her husband from several suitors because she thought he would obey better than the others, and she was not mistaken. When the “ Pollywog” road was built through Mrs. Wilkins’ farm the amount paid did not suit her and she brought an action for damages. When the case went up to the supreme court in rJj»peka the old lady was dissatisfied with her attor ney’s presentation of the matter, and she got up, to the great surprise of the MRS. SARAH WILKINS, learned and dignified judges, and took a hand at “lawyering” herself. She stated her case very clearly, and it is not believed that her action has injured her chances any. Mrs. Wilkins is sixty years of age and is reputed to be very wealthy, although those best informed think that she is worth only about $40, 000. Most of her money she has made by lending at enormous rates of interest. Sirs. Wilkins-is not in the most distant sense conventional. She used to have a habit of walking along the street smok ing i pipe, while her husband, who was afterward killed on the railroad, fol lowed meekly behind with their adopted child—they never had children of their own. She lives in a two room house, built by her husband in 1854, with three farm boys and two nieces as companions. Octav us Cohen. A TITLED HERO. Lord Beresford’s Exploits in the War With the Zulus. . . . — « •'Be Saved or Have Your Head Punched,” He Said to a Wounded Man “Be Dec orated,” Said tlie Queen, and He Bowed Gallantly. (Copyright, 1892, by American Press Associa tion. Book rights reserved.] AR1NG exploits of Englishmen, at least those the w orld hears about, usually take on the soberness and dignity of the com p o s i t e British character, and it is an odd thing to find a heroic Brit on leaving the beaten track and Soing the sublime with the offhand dash of an Ameri can. Lord Wil liam Beresford is \\ of course an Eng lishman, but he got there by way of Nor mandy and the little Green Isle, and so comes honestly by any audacious propensi ties in his makeup. Archibald Forbes, the war story teller of the day, gives my lord a character for a rare combination of wit, ability and courage, and poses him for a hero in spite of himsiSf in an account just published of the doings in the Zulu war of 1879, when Prince Napoleon was speared to death in a skirmish, and plenty of dramatic and striking things besides took place. Lord William, or “Bill,” as the loquacious chronicler dubs him, had an uncle called the “Mad Marquis,” by reason of his pranks; a brother, Lord “Charlie,” who lived for larks only, and had himself broken nearly every bone in his body, some of them over and over, at steeplechasing before he set foot in wild Zululand; hence it might be supposed that plodding ways of fighting would have no attraction for him. Fortune smiled on him, too, and when he reached the Transvaal a berth awaited him as chief of staff to the commander of a brigade of “Irregular” volunteer cavalry, a post de manding push and courage, but permitting a happy-go-lucky gait as to discipline. The brigade consisted of a thousand men scraped together from the ranks of broken gentlemen, runaway sailors, fugitives and adventurers loitering in south African towns, and semi-European settlers sent adrift by the Zulu invaders. The thou sand was subdivided into bodies separate and semi-independent, and these units were made up of clans of various nationalities, both hemispheres being represented. The several bodies were known by the names of their commanders as “Baker’s Horse,” “D’Arcy’s Horse,” “Beddington’s Horse,” “Ferreira’s Horse,” and so on. Being the right hand man of the gener al rtat.aoaihlv resnnndhlft for the crood ac count of this nondescript brigade, “Bill” [ was in his element. Originality couldn’t by any possibility upset the proprieties. By hook and crook the versatile adjutant humored and pounded the uncouth and cantankerous elements of the “ragtag” brigade into something like soldierly ship shape, and the column started toward the Zulu stronghold at Ulundi, the royal kraal of his duskiness, Cetewayo. The Zulu chief appeared not to wish to fight, but to drive a sharp bargain, and the English halted on the banks of the Umvaloosi pending negotiations, taking time by the forelock to intrench, plant batteries and put their arms and ammunition in fighting trim. The Zulus, to the number of 20,000, were scattered over the plains on the oppo site bank of the river, and having captured a quantity of Martini-Henry rifles early in the campaign, made targets for practice of any livo Englishmen who exposed them selves at the waterside. One day the -irregulars” were ordered to cross over and drive off the ambitious sharpshooters and spy out the land for a future advance in force upon Ulundi. The orders were not to bring on an en gagement, for it was a time of partial truce, but to retire in face of serious resist ance. The crossing was made at noonday, and Mr. Forbes’description of the scene-reads like a page of burlesque. “These droll Ir regulars,” he says, “never took much pains about parading. Neither smartness nor uniformity was a desideratum. The fel lows dressed how they liked, or rather, per haps, how they could; their only weapon, besides the revolver, a Martini-Henry rifle, each man carried as seemed unto him best, providing that he carried it somehow, somewhere about himself or his pony. The only uniform accouterment Was the bando leer, in which the cartridges were,-carried. When they got ready they mounted; when he found around him a reasonable number of mounted men, the leader of a corps started, his fellows followed in files, and the men who were late overtook the de tachment at a canter.” During the muster before crossing the gen eral and his staff officer sat on their horses in front of headquarters waiting “for their fellows to come on the ground. Presently VI -. 1-- a nlAnrv of tllQ Vl AO/I of Vlio meat of miscreants; Ferreira, leading his particular bandits, was visible in the off ing,” and the patient general headed the straggling procession toward the river. At the waterside Beresford galloped to the front and took his place with the scouts. The Zulu marksmen quickly espied their game and began to ply their new tangled toys, the Martini-Henrys. A few shells hunted them out in their rocky covers, and seeing a general skedaddle of ebony wool and tan hides Beresford and his scouts dashed through the water and galloped in pursuit. But the skedaddle was only a blind, and Beresford had not gone far be fore he saw that a trap had been laid to ambush the advance. He was far ahead and alone except for Zulu company. A stalwart chieftain, crouched behind a huge rhield, poised his javelin to strike, and Ber pKfnrrt had to fiirht or run. Bun in sight of the “Irregulars” he would not, so he rode at the challenging warrior. Sword clashed against snear; one! twol were the strokes, and putting his horse to a leap Beresford plunged his blade—backed by his own weight and that of his steed as well through the Zulu’s stout cowhide buckler and into his heart. On the fall of their chief tain the warriors fled and the “Irregulars” cantered after them in straggling column over the plains. A couple of hundred Zulus kept up a show »f formation and fell back slowly before the “Irregulars,” retreating past many abandoned kraals, and it looked to the novices as though Cetewayo was in full retreat. The “Irregular” horsemen of course found excitement in the wildest kind of chasing, and scattered themselves over the country regardless of cohesion and discipline. Beresford hardly restrained his scouts from giving in to the general impulse No enemy was sighted except the °00 rear guard, always in view but steadily running. This well ordered flight was only a snare, and suddenly from out of a deep water course sprang thousands of Cetewayo’s warriors and herded the horsemen on both flanks and in front. Thousands more arose from out the tall grass, and a volley from their stolen Mar tini-Henry rifles knocked three of Beres ford’s scouts from their saddles. Under the swift order to retire the whole dis ordered cavalcade had put about, leaving Beresford and his scouts in the rear. One of the men who went down under the Zulu fire was seen to arise and try to stag ger to his feet. The Zulus were close upon him and detected signs of life in the fallen soldier as quickly as did his comrades. Beresford was the last man in the re treating column, and a hasty glance told him that a swift gallop would enable him to reach the poor fellow’s side ahead of the bloodthirsty savages. Riding back, he dis mounted ana ordered the luckless one to get up on his pony. “The wounded man, dazed as he was, even in his extremity was not less full of self abnegation than was the man who was risking his own life in the effort to save his. He bade Beresford remount and go. ‘Why,’ he said, in his simple, manly logic, ‘why should two die when death was inevitable hut to one?1 Then it was that the quaint, resourceful humor of his race supplied Beresford with the weapon that prevailed over the wound ed man’s unselfishness. The recording angel perhaps did not record the oath that buttressed his threatening mien when he _flcfca I__U punch the wounded man’s head if he did not allow his life to be saved. This droll argument prevailed. Bill partly lifted, partly hustled the man into his saddle, then scrambled up somehow in front of him and set the beast a-going after the other horsemen. He only just did it. Another moment’s delay and both must have beer assegaied.' As it was the swift footed Zulus chased them up the slope, and the least mistake made by the pony must have beet fatal.” In fact the deed would have miscarried but for an imitator of Beresford’s humans courage. One Sergt. O’Toole, of the scouts turned back in the nick of time, got be tween the precious burden on the ponj and the howling Zulu pursuers and shol dsjwn one after another of the nearest sav ages, and then galloped up to aid Beresfort keep the fainting soldier in saddle unti safety was reached. In time other “Irreg ulars” recovered pluck and formed a rear guard that kept the enemy at bay by hand to hand encounters, waged with revolvers and clubbed rifles. The majority of ths Zulus had swapped their javelins for Mar tini-Henrys, and these they handled sc clumsily that the “Irregulars,” poor a: they were, outfought the superior horde: and got back across the Umvaloosi witt their wounded. “Of course, cumbered witt a wounded and fainting man occupying hi: saddle while he perched on the pommel Beresford was unable to do anything to ward self protection, and over and ovei again on the return ride he and the mai behind him were in desperate straits, anc but for O’Toole and other comrades musl have gone down. When they alighted ir the laager you could not have told whethei it was rescuer or rescued who was th< wounded man, so smeared was Beresforc with borrowed blood. “It was one of Ireland’s good days; if at home she is the ‘distressful country,’ wher ever bold deeds are to be done and military honor to be gained, no nation carries thi head higher out of the dust. If originally Norman, the Waterford family (Beres fnrdi has been Irish now for six centuries and Bill Beresford is an Irishman in heari and blood. Sergt. Fitzmaurice, the wound ed man, who- displayed a self abegnatioi so fine, was an Irishman also; and Sergt O’Toole—well, I think one runs no risk ii the assumption that an individual wh< bears that name, in spite of all tempta tions, remains an Irishman.” After the campaign closed Beresford wai ordered by the queen to attend at Windso: castle and receive the decoration “fo: valor” of the Victoria Cross. Althougl demurring, having already declared tha he could not in honor receive recognitioi for services not shared in by the O’Toole orders were orders, and a stubborn disre gard of official summons meant for thi lord ns well as for tho commoner an officia punch in the head. So he went to hi; doom, told the whole story to the queen and the upshot of it was that Sergt O’Toole, of Baker’s Horse, was gazetted i hero side by side with my lord. If nothin; greater cams of the scrimmage betweei the "Irregulars” and Cetewayo’s myrmi dons, the brigade got itself named honor ably in court annals and “Bill” Beresforc and his sergeant gained the highest revvarc for gallantry on the battlefield. George L. Kilmer Pipes That Are Works of Art. A unique pipe belongs to Ogden Goelet of New York city, the bowl representing i hound’s head. Mr. Goelet has about fort; pipes and each is a work of art. The hound’s head pipe was copied from Sir Ed win Landseer’s picture, “The Return fron the Hunt.” The pipe is mounted witl green colored amber and a solid gold band —Collector. Indians Going to Market. A remarkable sight is a band of Cana dian Indians going to a post with furs for barter. Though the bulk of thest hunters fetch their quarry in the spring and early summer, some may come at any time. The procession may be onlj that of a family or of the two or more families that live together or as neigh bors. The man, if there is but one group, is certain to be stalking ahead carrying nothing but his gun. Thej: come the women, laden like packhorses, They may have a sled packed with the furs and drawn by a dog or two, and ar extra dog may bear a balanced load ot his hack, but the squaw is certain tc have a spine warping burden of meal and a battered kettle and a papoose, and whatever personal property of any and every sort she and her liege lord own. Children who can walk have to do so but it sometimes happens that a baby £ year and a half or two years old is or her back, while a newborn infant, ewad died in blanket stuff and bagged and tied like a Bologna sausage, surmount! the load on the sled. A more tatterdemalion outfit than £ band of these pauperized savages fonr it would be difficult to imagine. On th< plains they will have horses dragging travoises, dogs with travoises, womei and children loaded with impedimenta a colt or two running loose, the lordh men riding free, straggling curs a-plenty babies in arms, babies swaddled, ant toddlers afoot, and the whole battalioi presenting at its exposed points exhibiti of tom blankets, raw meat, distorted pots and pans, tent, poles and rust} traps, in all eloquently suggestive of ar eviction in the slums of a great city.— Julian Ralph in Harper’s. MISCELLANEOUS. The Cotton Picker. The following letter explains Itself: Waco, Tex., March 12, 1892. Mr. Harry Hall, Boston, Mass.: Dear Sir—On returning here after an ab sence of nearly a month in Boston, I have looked up the Cotton Picker Company, as you request, and I find they are quite active in every department of their fac tory and say that they are assured of having no further uneasiness as to finances. They have purchased very con siderable material and increased their working force from pattern shop to the finishing room, and claim to he able to place a large number of machines upon the market this season from the factory here. Mr. Campbell is busily engaged in getting out models and in application for patents on points recently developed to add to a long list of patents already se cured. I have been home but two days, but have already met Colonel R. B. Par rott, president; Colonel S. H. Pope, sec retary „Waco Board of Trade, and many other prominent citizens, among whom are Dr. W. G. Tucker, Mr. A. P. Littier, cotton buyer; J. J. Rose, cashier First National Bank. Each of these gentlemen expresses entire confidence in the great value of the Cotton Picking Machine, and the integrity, ability, etc., of the officers of the company. Each of these gentlemen gave a hearty and most favor able commendation of the machine and those interested in it. Colonel Parrott said:'*-‘I knew the machine doe* good work for I.saw it, and it did better work than the negro cotton picker;” and he further said he was well acquainted with the majority of the Board "of Directors, end that they were men of known integ rity and ability. He had known Colonel Gurley twenty years, and said that any tiling uoionei unriey wouia say, no wouia swear to. Colonel Pope was equally pos itive in his statements. So you can perceive that your investment in the Cotton Picker is a good one. The machines that will bo put out this year will be much better finished, more smoothly put up than those last season, but they can scarcely do better work. They will be early in the field, with a large number of ma chines, and you may be assured they will make a great record for the Lone Star Cotton Picker. Yours truly, W. P. Beaumont. A machine is in operation and stock for ssle st 31 Milk st., Boston. Sore Throat Lameness Sore Ey Piles Female v Complaints * Rheumatism AND ALL Inflammation Sold only In our own bottles. All druggists. POND’S EXTRACT CO,,765tM 't-N.Y. PONb'S EXTRACT ^CIlTiEHT. It’s remarkable specific action upon the affected parts gives it supremo control over tfon „ * Piles, however severe. _ f Also for Bums, Scalds, Eruptions, Salt Rheum &c. (poi Testimonials from all classes P3™! prove its efficacy. Price 50c. Sold by all Druggists or sent by mail on receipt of price. Put up only by TCND’S EXTRACT CO., 76 6thAve.,N. 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