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tin. Hmrriion Paints, Mti. Morton Hai
Proper Flnnklee. Mrs. Blalno Bead.
Jttrs. Wnnamaker Lores Fine TJnder-
' wear, and Mrs. Jnstice Fuller Rises
rcoaaxsroKDKxcz op the dispatch. 1
Washington, February 15.
men at the capital
have their fads m
well as other wo
men. Here are
some of them,
gathered with some
care, for although
every woman has
one, she is loth to
confess it Of.
course, everybody
knows Mrs. Harri
'son likes painting,
and she is hardly
an amateur. She
never chooses any
thing of the colossal
proportions of the
artist in the "Vicar of "Wakefield. A hit
of a marine, a stretch oi landscape, a glow
ing flower or ripened fruit are all in her
line, and, if possible, she always cbooses
subjects she can sketch from nature, as she
his the artist's repugnance to copying.
I have seen her take a rarely colored
betronia or oddly shaped orchid from the
White Honse conservatories and spend
many an hour trying to get the exact mix
ture of colors to tone with nature's paint
box. Artists have the reputation of
being right careless in dress as they work,
but Mrs. Harrison never has thewildlv
disheveled or extravagantly aesthetic look
of the typical woman artist.
mbs. mobton's servants.
' There is no better appointed house in
"Washington than the Vice President's, and
it is all because Mrs. Morton makes servants
her fad. Such proper flunkies the capital
has never before seen. On the box is a staid,
pompons Individual when Mr. Morton
brought over from London. Be is a model
already, and every othr coachman is trying
to copy his studied air of indifference, his
pompous handlin of the ribbons, and,
above all, his pyranv-'al muttonchop
whiskers. He looks at least like a Secre
tary of State or a Minister from ope of the
great powers. Even more imposing than
the coachman is the butler. Six feet two
inches is he, and of proportionate breadth.
His trousers narrow towara the feet, and
wrinkle engagingly around the ankles. His
"westcut" would make Bean Brummel shed
tears of envy, ior it is of scarlet and black
striped satin, and sets without a wrinkle.
.But his manner! With feet drawn back
and toeing a line, he looks down upon a
suitor for Mrs. Morton's presence and an
nounces in the same impartial tones:
"Mrs. Morton is not receiving to-day," or
"Mrs. Morton will Bee you."
There is no appeal from the butler's court.
The ladies of the Cabinet all have their
fads, too. Mrs. Blaine's is reading There
is no readable boos: published that does not
appear on her desk a few days after the
critics have pronounced it worthy of accept
ance. So well is her mind stored that that
brilliant man and famous orator, Daniel
Dougherty, pronounced her, after talking
with her half an hour, the best-read woman
lie ever met and one of the cleverest Mrs.
Blaine takes an interest in everything Gail
Hamilton does, and that caustic writer
might almost be termed her fad. For some
time Mrs. Blaine was interested in Gail
Hamilton's attempt to prove that the hang
ing of Spencer Fairfax was not justifiable.
The wife of the Secrttaryof the Interior
has a fad that wonld make the ordinary
woman's head grow dizzy. It is the study
of philosophy, with a leaning toward the
Hegelian school. Mrs. Noble was noted
while in St Louis for being the hostess of
Mrs. Harrison's Favorite Occupation.
the Concord school, which Dr. William T.
Harris transplanted from the East Her
study of metaphysics has given her the
keenest wit of any woman at the capital.
Mrs. Attorney General Miller confesses
that above all things, when she is tired out,
she likes a deep chair, and yes, a fairy light
novel. Nothing sensational, bnt just the
kind that soothes the brain as sleep wonld
do. Her pet talent, however, is for pastel
painting, and she does some dainty work.
Strangest of all fads in this lazy day is
Mrs. Chief Justice Fuller's. Listen to it,
indolent people, for it is early rising.
"It is a belief with me," said she, "that a
household cannot go wrong where breakfast
is served at 8 o'clock."
When she came to Washington last win
ter people warned her that a winter's gayety
would play havoc with her pet theory, bnt
she tells me that she has never once swerved.
Here comes the indulgence of it Although
ehe rises early, she sometimes allows her
daughters to do the prescribed thing for so
ciety girls and sleep till noon.
Her danehter, Meme, when home from
Germany, tried to instill German laxity in
the matter in her mother's mind, but no
amount of reasoning could introduce into
the Fuller family the German custom of
drinking coffee in bed.
After breakfast Mrs. Fuller goes to mar
ket, arranges with her cook for the day's
menu. Bees the four voungest children off to
school, and at 11 o'clock things are going so
smoothly that she can easily take the time
to drive her husband to the Capitol.
.Another Supreme Court lady has similar
Views. That is the bride, Mrs. Justice
Gray. She is one of the best housewives at
the Capital, and gives a personal super
vision to every detail of what were once the
bachelor quarters of Jnstice Gray.
Mrs. Wanamaker's fad Is her undercloth
(inc. She probably has the finest under
wear of any woman at the Capital, People
V Jj
soon find out the wonderfnl refinement of
the Postmaster General's wife, and in no
way is it shown more than in her taste for
Every bit of her lingerie, is white. She
has never been touched by the crazes that
have swept over the country for black or
pale yellow or scarlet undergarments. The
use of anything but white is almost repel
lent to her, and for years she has purchased
the same filmy silk or cambric goods from
the same house in Europe. Next to color,
machine stitching is unpardonable in her
eyes, and everything she wears is made by
Any number of women adopt the fad of
hand-sewed underclothes now that they
know French women of refinement do it,hut
Mrs. Wanamaker has always done it, and
she has the first lien on the underclothing
fad. Every dainty bit she wears is finished
by inch-wide Valenciennes lace made by
nuns of a Carmelite convent in Sonthern
France. Very little of it is used on each
garment, as she dislikes over trimming, and
the only other finishings are clusters of
tucks separated by delicately wrought cut
or bias stitching.
Mrs. Wanamaker is not in any sense os
tentations about her fad, and she does not
satisfy her taste because she is a very
wealthy woman. It is just her innate re
finement, dud she said once that no matter
what her income she wonld have dainty
things next her skin even if she must needs
wear a calico gown. She always buys her
underclothing before her dresses, for she
cares not at all for outside show.
I have talked with the cleverest woman
in Washington; at least all who have met
her give to her the palm. She is Mrs. General
Clarkson, the wife of (he Assistant Post
master General, and the following is her
idea of what a woman's fad should be:
"Fad?" she repeated, when I asked her
what hers might be. "Fad I haven't one,
I have a full dozen. Bnt ther all mean one
thing, and that is that I think a woman
should never allow her husband to get ahead
of her. Men move around the world and
learn everything, while their wives never
think of acquiring anything after marriage.
The first thing the spouses know is that
their husbands have shot away ahead of
them, and they never realize that it is their
own fault
"Now," said she, with a charming air of
disdain and defiance, "I mean always to
know as much about everything as Mr.
Clarkson. It keeps me pretty busy,
though," she added thoughtfully. "It seems
to me I have always been studying to keep
up. Just now I am reading French with
Mrs. Harrison and a few others, under the
tutelage of a Frenchman. Next week I am
going to take up china painting with
Mrs. Harrison's tutor, who is
to be here, and I really must not neglect my
history readings and English literature
studies, and I shall even go as far, if I see
Mr. Clarkson looking at the outside of one
of Ibsen's books, as to study everything the
Norwegian has written. A woman need not
and should not care to keep up with herhus
band in business, but to keep even she
ought to surprise him once in a while with
erudition he never dreamed of."
Cabolike Pepper.
Two Pretty Design That Will Not Fall to
Flense tbe Winner.
A tally card would ,be an appropriate
prize for progres
sive card parties.
A durable one is
made of white cel
luloid, cut in the
form of a "club"
on the -cards. The
center leaf is deco
rated with hand
painting. Each of
the other leaves
has two slits cut
horizontally in it,
through which are
inserted narrow
colored ribbons
with the digits printed or painted on them.
Over the ribbon at the left is written
Points "over the one at the right, "Games."
Another good prize is a card bag contain-
taining a pack of
cards. The bag is
made of ribbon
wide enough to ad
mit the pack. Five
eighths of a yard are
folded together and
overhanded at the
edges to within two
or three inches of
tbe top. This is
turned in and
stitched for drawing
strings, a wide hem
being left on each
side of the broad rib
bon. Strings of cord
or nsrrow ribbon are
inserted, and on the
front of the bag is
pasted a group of lit
tle playing cards.
There are small
packs sold which
would answer the purpose, but the best are
those made of bristol or water color board,
the spots being drawn with red and black
How Boo Became a Member of Sorosis and
Grew Into Great Faror.
Mew York World.
Mrs, Henry Donsitaer Is the only mem-
Mrs. Morton's Autocratic Sutler.
Mel t J :j
ber of Sorosis mechanically inclined. Ad
mission to that exclusive and delightful
circle calls for an expression of brains, and
when Mrs. Dormitxer made application for
membership the usual interrogative 'what
have yon done?' was pat to her. Instead of
answering the Question the lady withdrew
and at the next meeting a messenger ap
peared with a stop-ladder in his arms to
which a card was appended bearing the
name of the would-be candidate. The lad
der was raised to the President's table, sev
eral of the members tested it, and when
little Jennie June ascended the prettily car
peted steps and read from the topmost the
name of the inventor and designer the club
broke into loud applause and her admission
to Its membership was made unanimous.
Not long after her election a most distress
ing accident occurred in her home in Mad
ison avenue resulting in the serious injury
of a faithful servant who, while cleaning one
of the parlor windows, lost his hold and fell
to the ground. Mrs. Dormitzer nursed him
through his illness, and while doing so
matured plans for a window scaffold which
she patented and exhibited at the last indus
trial fair. It has been adopted by many of
tbe ladies of Sorosis, who compel their
husbands to smoke outdoors, and still refuse
to allow them to leave home. By the union
of two chairs a perfect balcony can be im
provised where, under a sheltering canopy,
the fair daughters of Sorosis take their
summer siestas.
After Each Reception She Makes tbe Poor
Happy Wllh Remnants.
New York World.
Mme. Carnot, wife of the President of the
French Bepublic, has a method of enter
tainment which, if imitated with the same
assiduity that her fancies in dinner favors
and visiting toilets are copied, would make
the world of fashion better and the world of
miyry brighter than it is. Her receptions
are numerous, and after each the same
number of poor people are invited the fol
lowing day and entertained with what
Mme. la Presidente calls remnants of flow
ers, food and music.
The following reference to her New Year's
party is taken from a Paris journal: "The
400 were there, her guests being children
chosen from the poorest of the poor. Ther
arrived in omnibuses, their school teachers
accompanying them. In the new festival
hall a Punch and Judy show was given,
followed by other performances and a dis
tribution of toys, after which the beautiful
lady made the children a kind, little speech,
in which she said that it was pleasant to be
gin early to extend to others our enjoyments
'so pleasant that when once we get in the
habit of doing so we cannot leave off.'
"This good social lesson was emphasized
by an array of 400 small baskets, containing
each an orange wrapped up in silver paper,
chocolate, cake and toy bonbons to be taken
home to tbe absent brothers and sisters.
Every child present received an outer gar
ment among its gifts.
"President Carnot was too ill to be pres
ent, bnt senl to each little visitor a savings
bank book, tied up with tricolored ribbon
and containing a certificate of deposit of 10
At the End of Nineteen Yean Ther Have
Mxteen Tboasand Dollars.
New York World.
Mary Anne and Ellen France Dough
erty, two Irish girls in the employ of Bar
boar Bros., thread manufacturers of Pater
son, have deposited with that firm $16,000,
every penny of which has been saved from
their earnings. The girls came to this
country 19 years ago and found work in the
mill, where they have been ever since. The
conditions under which this money has
been accumulated are remarkable, since
they show the hardships imposed by labor
and endured by women laborers. Few
American girls could have stood the ordeal.
Employed in the wet spinning-room, where
the moisture underfoot and the steam heat
overhead made it necessary, for comfort and
convenience, to dispense with all superflu
ous clothing, they worked without shoes or
stockings, wearing a low-necked and sleeve
less dress from one year's end to the other.
In this unsightly garb the expense of cloth
ing was reduced to a minimum, half of the
24 hours being spent in the mill, and, as
their living expenses were covered by (3,
the rest of their earnings remained with tbe
mill-owners, who, as an encouragement to
thrift and industry, paid them 6 per cent
SIen go to burials and women to weddings.
The wisest man I know says that what
women most need is pecuniary Independence.
Elizabeth Thompson Butler, the En
glish battle painter, is making studies of evic
tions in Ireland with a view to future pictures.
Jknitt June wants a "people's church," a
church that shall be open all the year ronnd,
with service every day In tbe week, "a morn
ing service of praise, a midday song of rejoic
ing, a vesper hymn of tbanktnlness." It should
be a church wheret tbe tired woman with ber
market basket might drop in any moment to
listen to tbe mnsio and dream of heaven.
where tbe young woman mlgnt pray away her
perplexities, where even the business man
might find brief surcease from struggle aud
Knitted bead trimming for collars and cuffs
of gowns is pretty and durable. It is made as
follows: Take some purse silk and cast on flvo
stitches, having previously threaded the silk
with a good supply of jet, gold, garnet jet
moonlight gray, nine steel, or white chalk
beads. Knit the five stitches in plain knitting,
with fine steel needles, and at the beginning of
every alternate row slip up ten beads before
knitting the first stitch, which forms a loop at
the top, and, coming one upon another, makes
a sort of thick rnche of beads.
Mbs. Maboabet C. Bisland, of New Or
leans, is both a writer and a musical composer.
She is the mother of the three Blsland sisters
who have, at an early age, achieved so enviable
a reputation in journalism. Elizabeth Blsland
completed the voyage around r the world in
77 days. With her in New York is Margaret;
who works on various papers in that city. The
third sister ot this remarkable trio is in New
Orleans with ber mother, and is on the staff of
tbe Times-Democrat. Southern girls and wom
en are achieving a success m literature and
journalism that is a credit to their plucK and
Mobs than 25 years ago a dark-eyed, en
thusiastic young Sonthern woman, Miss Vlr
tinla Fenny, became Interested in tbe Indus
trial progress of her sex. She investigated
not only the trades at which women usually
work, but also those generally classed as be
longing to men. at which women occasionally
encage. Sue made a modest competency in
her investigation. From city to city she trav
eled visiting shops, factories and workrooms,
sometimes getting herself mostungallantly and
unmercifully, snubbed, but never becoming
discouraged. It was before tbe days of eleva
tors, and Miss Fenny trndged no and down
miles of staircases. At last tbe work was done.
A handsome book was made from tbe results
of tbe lady's labors. It was called "Five Hun
dred Occupations for Women," and was widely
read. It opened the eyes of tbe American pub
lic to tbe possibilities in the direction of
women's work, and did unlimited good. But
the talented author got almost nothing for it.
The year 1S90 finds ber who wrote to such good
purpose of the occupations of other women
with no occupation of ber own whereby she can
fet bread, and no roof over her bead. Miss
ennya address is 105 Sixth avenue. New
If tho Fie Doesn't so Aronnd She Always
Rlres Up Her Share.
Albany Journal. I
"And now, children," remarked Prof.
Hailes in one of the public schools the
other day, "if a family consisting fit father
and mother and seven children should have
a pie for dinner how much would each one
"Why," remarked the bright boy, "each
would get an eighth."
"Bnt there are nine persons, you must re
member." "Ohl I know that: but the mother
wouldn't get any. There wouldn't be
enough to go around."
the - iTMSBSsGSSSSaF; sBrorKRirMi" is
The Green Boom and Atelier for Pre
serving Personal Charms.
Wine Baths of California and Violet Baths
of Philadelphia.
If you want to know how stage beauties
keep themselves handsome, there are very
few words to the process. They understand
the art of being good to themselves. In the
first place they are very clean, that is the
pretty ones are. You' won't see a really
charming woman in any class who isn't
given to personal cares more than the rest.
I went into a women's meeting in the base
ment of a city church the other day, out of
curiosity, and if the truth has to be told on
the Testament, none of them would ever be
martyred for their beanty, and not one
looked as if she knew the virtue of hot
water and soap for herself. The only right
pretty one was flirting with tbe minister's
handsome son, wbo was usher in the infant
class room outside, by the big heater. To
match those women for homelinessyou could
only think of the girls in a theater chorus.
The extremes of female ugliness are found
in the two collections of women. A smart
young man here say! he thinks the home
liest women in America are banded together
under tbe name of King's Daughters, but I
don't pronounce on the opinion because I
never knew a King's Daughter by name. I
heard of one last night, a maid of all work,
who scrubbed the front steps and made the
fire, tended the furnace and ran errands and
swept and cleaned, worked the machine and
carried coal up three flights for 52 SO a week,
every cent of which she saved to give an
aunt with a drunken husband, while she
hoarded scrap iron, rags, paper and old
shoes to sell to get a few pence for herself.
She never could have paid a dollar fee or
bought a badge in the world, but she was
gentleness, faithfulness and unselfishness
personified, without any organization to
make her so. I'm going to get up early some
morning and go round on Chestnut street to
get a look at that girl while she scrubs the
steps. Balzao or Victor Hugo or De Mau
passant would find a heroine in that slave of
a char-woman. Excuse the digression. One
likes something to take the taste of cant and
cosmetics out of one's mouth once in a while.
But how do the sirens of the stage attain
that peculiar melting plumpness, like Kitty
Blanchard, Nellie Stevens, Lillian Bnssell
and Georgia Cayvan ? You will see them
in the restaurants after the play, supping
demurely, or meet them full face on the
street, where their complexions show charm
ingly, as young society buds do not always.
The linen woman at our hotel, who used to
be on the stage, took up the parable as fol
lows: "Stage beauties as a rule have a pe
culiar training. Few of them have enough
to eat when they are children, and they
have to work hard till they gain success,
and then work hard to keep it. A girl who
has never known what it was to have too
much to eat, and who has run errands
after rouge-Baucers for actresses or sewing
silk and button! for a dressmaker till
she is in her teens gets a thin skin which
don't show blemishes easily, and when she
has a little easier life and takes to the study
and fixes up a little it seems like paradise
to her, comparingly. 'When the girls begin
to try to flesh up a little most of them take
to bread and milk, with a little of 'the least
as ever is' in it, and they are always taking
physio if anything is the matter, they are so
afraid of being laid aside. The English
girls always take 'beechams,' but Amer
icans stand by caster oil. If they have a
cold on the chest, and their insides are out
of order, with the horrid board they have
to put up with, there's nothing brings 'em
right like a dose of oil, anytime ot day or
night It carries the cold ofi in two or
three hours and leayes their heads as
clear as a bell. For complexions every one
of them has some device or other private of
her own. One takes tbe skin off of suet and
binds it on her face, another wears surgeons'
plaster to soften it, but to my notion there's
nothing like bread and milk poultice used
regularly. More stage beauties owe their
complexions to this than you will ever get
'em to own. Take the crumb of baker's
bread and steep it in milk and warm it just
as you put it on, with linen cloth over, and
you've no idea how fair it leaves the face.
It seems to plump the face, take out the lines
and whiten it just as you whiten a chicken
by boiling it in milk and water. Snlphur
and milk or molasses clears the face beauti
fully and keeps the flesh down too.
"It! nonsense about the paint and powder
worn three or four hours on the stage spoil
ing the face If it is cared for other ways. If
you go to bed and sleep with it on, of coune
it don't do any good, but actresses, as a
rule, now know how to take care of them
selves better than they used to, better than
any other class of women, really. They
wash tbe face and neck off well in not water
before making up, and while the skin is
warm rub it with cocoa butter or the grease
sold for the purpose, which is almost the
same; and powder over that, paint and add
the lines with a whole palette of crayons
that come for the purpose, with a big book
of plates for making up the face in charac
ter. Then before you leave the theater this
is all washed off, the face well veiled you'll
see the stage ladies very particular about
their veils and before they go to bed the
face ought to get another wash in hot water.
That leaves it fair enough, and the stage
paint don't amount to more than the cold
cream ladies sleep in over night."
Young ladies studping for the stage are
devoted students of the arts of beauty, for
talent is not always accompanied by attrac
tion. The Delsarte movements and the
Dowd gymnastics bring out the muscles bet
ter than the Ling br Swedish system, of
which DnBois Raymond contemptuously
says; "A mere glance is enough to show
that they are a product of that miserable
natural philosophy, which for a quarter of
a century made a laughing stock of German
science by its trivial dogmatio way." As
usual, the schools, which are enthnsiastio
over theories of gymnastics, adopt the sys
tem which does the least practical good. It
is tbe easiest, and so commends itself to the
pupil, who feels nriinterest in the exercises,
and shirks work as lar as possioie.
By a singularly illogical process, these
school gymnastics are supplemented in some
families by the eccentric movements, de
tailed by a female lecturer, under the so
called advice of a German physician. It is
only necessary to mention the "pivot1' ex
ercises, in which the muscles below the
waist are twisted and squirmed about in a
way to set tbe beholders in torture by sym
pathy, a practice said to obviate all weak
nesses of the hips, but which would bring
them on in most cases. Such violent and
unnatural methods bring on more displace
ments and distortions than all the house
and garden work of which women are
After the exercises comes the bath, which
improves in luxury and efficacy year by
vear. A few favored beanties in California
know the tonlo effect of wine baths, which
are administered with some economy by
taking a warm water bath first, and when
the pores are open, entering a wooden'tnb
containing a cask of red wine, which does
duty over and over again. Or, bath towels
are soaked in wine and laid on the person
after a warm dip, and certainly the wine
bath is very refreshing and refining to tbe
skin. Fifteen minntes is the proper time
for the application either way. It also
whitens and softens the hands to soak them
in a basin of red wine.
Where a sedative bath b desired, the I
violet baths ssppUed la Philadelphia last J
year are delightful, though a private bath
is to be preferred to a public one br per
son of the least refinement People ought
to be a great deal more fastidious about
baths and conveniences for washing than
they are. A woman of spurious refinement
will make a furious fuss if some dirty water
happens to fall into her bathtub, while she
contentedly permits her family and guests'
to bathe after catarrhal subjects and those
afflicted with inflammations internal and ex
ternal, in a dark, roughened zinc tub which
never shows whether it is clean or not,
and which can hardly be cleaned thor
oughly, as particles of mucous secretions'
and minute particles of ulceration are held
by the roughness Of the metal. Only a
brightly polished tin tnb or a porcelain one
can ever be said to be clean. The- English
man is safe in carrying his own bathtub,
much as he is caricatured for it. The acme
of bathing is a porcelain tiled room with,
white ware enamel tub, where the aroma of
violet essence floats on the vapor of a warm
bath. Every sense yields to the subtle re
laxation, the sweat flows softly, the very
hair takes a silkier and more pliant texture,
the delicate perfume soothes the nerves and
steals into the brain like an opiate.
Beds of flowers are not to be compared to
It, and if one can step from the drying sheet
to a warm, airy chamber and lie down in
warm linen and light blankets for an hour
Bhe has had a rest which goes far to tbe cre
ating of beauty. The skin has lost its up
per layer of dust and waste particles, soft
ened by steam and washed away by the soapy
bath, the blood flows through every deli
cate Dranch, depositing new elastic tissue,
the skin glows transparent, pearly with the
vapor it has absorbed. The eye is dark and
liquid with the blood fed to the optic nerve,
the muscles, warmed and nourished, are
supple, the stomach at rest, its frequent in
flammation allayed for the time. A rest and
some light food should follow, a oup of
coffee, or glass of sherbet, when, if ever, a
woman will be at her best mentally and phy
sically. She should step on the stage, social
or professional, fresh, brilliant and seduc
tive, her brain full of device and spirit, her
body lithe, swaying, bending itself to a
thousand gracetul suggestions, and ex
pressions of which the ordinary woman
knows no more than she does ot the lost
arts, Shirley Dare.
The Lady Who Introduced Hint Said Some
thing: That Amused Him.
Mew York Bun.
Popular male speakers declare that the
hardest audience in the United States to
face is the 400 or 600 girls who are
attending Vassar College. There isn't a
woman's face upturned toward the lonely
masculine person addressing them but ex
presses 10,000 shafts of wit upon his bear
ing, gesture, voice, and upon what he
says. Yet onr own Chauncey, a few days
ago, went up to Poughkeepsie and daringly
and unflinchingly endured this ordeal.
Mr. Depew was introduced to the Vassar
girls by one of their number, a Miss
Sanders, a very pretty and bright wo
man. As Bhe was escorting Mr. Depew
up the aisle of the college hall she was
observed to speak to the orator quiet
ly, whereupon he almost laughed loudly,
and, with his face overspread with merri
ment, replied to what she had said. There
was a good deal of curiosity felt as to this
chat, and Anally one Vassar girl said to
Miss Sanders: "What did you say to Mr.
Depew when you were walking up the aisle
with him?"
"I was wearing my first train," said Miss
Sanders, "and Mr. Depew went too fast for
me, and so I said to him, 'Whoa, whoa,
you'll breaK my train.' "
"You didn't dare to say 'whoa, whoa,' to
such a man as Mr. Depew?"
"I did why not? And he said he would
'slow up' at once. Being a railway man,
he knew what breaking trains meant."
How Miss Braddon Write and Her Hus
band Criticises Her.
New York World.
Miss Braddon is one of the few literary
women who has not allowed herself to be
spoiled by success, and who has no hesi
tancy (about admitting her age. On the
contrary she is rather proud of her 53 years
and 53 novels, although she Is reluctant to
talk about her books, dismissing inquiries
with the assertion that she "can't tell how
they are written."
Four days of the week she writes steadily,
forbidding even the postman to disturb her,
and the rest of the time is spent in the sad
dle, where her thinking is done. She
studies Dickens for style, weaves her plots
from suggestions of old newspaper clip
pings, which she has been collecting for the
last SO years, and edits her copy as she
writes it.
Her husband publishes her books and is
pronounced her severest critic. Their ac
quaintance began, it is said, in a wrangle
over the first manuscript she submitted, and
the able defense that won his admiration
afterwards captured his affection. Not
withstanding the half hundred books that
have passed through his hands, this husband-publisher
finds new and startling
faults in each succeeding volume to criti
cise. Miss Braddon is fair and rosy in face,
with bright auburn hair, blue eyes, angular
in build and of very nervons temperament.
A Maine Philanthropist Whose Ardor Cooled
Very Suddenly.
Lorna Doone's Klsslmmee Letter.
The African is satisfied and happy with
his power until the disturbing element from
the North reminds him of the "equality of
rights," but fortunately for the South the
African is not ambitious to wield the
sceptre. A self-sacrificing, Spartan-spirited
reformer from the pine woods of Maine ar
rived in Kissimmee last season. He came
as a philanthropist, with the idea that all
Southerners are duelists and all negroes
dusky bondsmen. He talked, he dreamed
reform, until on a bright Sunday morning,
as the hour drew near for church, and his
laundry not at home, he" ventured to state
his grievances to bis Southern neighbor.
With a careless, casual manner his Dixie
brother assured him that there was no cause
for alarm, that this being the day for "big
negro meetin' " Old Uncle Tom would wear
the linen, but that it would all come home
shining and glistening by another Snnday.
All tne pent up wrath of years of martyr
dom seemed to rise up in our Yankee's
breast, and with colossal strides he sought
Aunt Dinah's cabin and, lo and behold,
there was Uncle Tom "looking just like the
white folks" in his borrowed attire ot snowy
linen. For an oftense so slight our Yankee
gave up "reform" and persistently believes
"the Atrican is an inborn, thieving wretch."
So Saya a Csed-tTp Citizen Oat of the Fnll-
nesa of Ills Experience.
New York Herald.I
Mr. Sorehead If I live a thousand years
I shall never have any more to do with po
licemen; they are frauds.
Mr. Biehead What's the matter now?
Mr. Borehead Last night I heard bur
glars at the back door. I went to the front
window, and after yelling for five minutes
two policemen came. They wanted at first to
lock me up as a lunatic. By the time they
got into the back yard the burglar had gone.
They said I had fooled them, and they
wanted to lock me up on a charge of disor
derly conduct. I refused to go, when they
changed the charge to resisting an officer,
and clubbed me unmercifully. This morn
ing the police Jnstice fined me $10, and while
I was paying I made a worse break yet. The
policemen were drunk the night before, and
I told the judge "I didn't know they were
loaded." Everybody laughed except tbe
judge, and he'made it $10 more for contempt
of court. And there you are. Have no deal
ings with polloeaea, for the lawi all on
their side.'
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It Was the Center of Political Ed
ucation and Development.
The Genial Hostler and Smiling Tap
Keeper a Power for Good.
rwamsx tob the dispatch. :
and hoBtel-
ries were cer
tainly god
sends to the
crushed spir
it of theNew
their advent
waa hailed
with delight by all classes, except the cler
gymen; and within the hospitable walls of
the typical tavern, say abont the year 1660,
the natural character of the new generation,
those native born, began to develop itself.
It is not to be wondered at that the tavern
became the most popular of the resorts. It
was the shelter for the wayfarer, the com
mon center of the villagers where the gossip
of the times was picked up, news exchanged;
here political questions were discussed and
if an opinion of any sort, even one against
the Church, was uttered, it found voice and
indorsement in the reliant tavern. The
cheer which it dispensed elevated the hearts
of the religion ridden people and saved
them from a chronic, routine mode of exist
ence. On Sundays, remote villagers dis
mounted at the old horse-block, walked to
the meeting-house and two houre after took
a snug corner in the tavern, where they
,woula dine from the contents of well-filled
saddle bags, drink hot cider and beer. Here
they denounced the odious Stamp Act and
Parliament taxes; politicians and lawyers
watched the glowing embers, where the log
gerheads were heating mugs of flip and ale;
punch flowed to enliven the wits ot the jolly
roysters; merry dances were held in the
great hall and the musio of the fiddle made
the vicinity vibrate with joy unbounded.
There was no tea drinking In the early
days, chocolate being their temperance bev
erage; they ate their food with their fingers
from a napkin, knives, forks and even
chairs being a rare luxury. The tavern-
keeeper or landlord was a power in the
land, he was in with the magistrates, and
helped to make the laws to suit himself.
The story of Goodwife Coffyn, a landlay of
note, proves that the tavern keeper had
friends in court. It seems that she was
prosecuted for selling ale at 3 pence tbe
quart. The law she was supposed to have vio
lated, required that every licensed Ordi
nary "shall provide good, wholesome beer,
four bushels of malt to the hogshead, to be
sold at 2 pence the ale quart." The madame
was carried to court in great state and with
an air of confidence stood up to answer the
charges. She easily proved by witnesses
that she pntsix bushels of malt into her
hogshead, and reckoned "as four is to two,
so is six to three, I'll have better beer than
mv neighbors, and be paid for it, a fig for
the law."
When the town was overrun with hogs,
fences were ordered to be erected not less
than four feet high, but the tavern keeper
may keep a "double stint of hogs and could
build any kind of fence." We can easily
understandwhy these favors were extended
to ye landlord, when we note an item in the
archives to the effect that the town father's
The Joyous Tap Keeper.
expenses at the tavern for one season "for
good quality of dinner and licker" was 78.
The potent influence ot the tavern was
felt by the ministers. They knew lull well
that the scheme of consciences was an affair
of Church, while the exercise of the natural
instincts, even to the use of jolly adjectives.
was a blow to their spiritual endeavors;
and so it came about that they performed
quiet missionary work among the frequent
ers of tiie tavern, and as quietly used the
functions of the rendezvous to further
their cause. An illustration of this condi
tion of .things is well set forth in tbe
instance of the lnsty young men who wonld
celebrate Christmas in their own way, which
was to gather at the hotel or Ye Friendly
Hostelrie, partake of the "liker and larder"
and then go ont of doors into the snow and
play at "pitching bars," "stoolball" or like
sport. Tbis merry group were not acting In
accord with the laws, and they knew it; but
in an innocent way bubbling over with good
nature and throwing off the restraints of the
"godlie ministry," they took to "gaming
and reveling in ye streets." When the Gov
ernor saw these fellows at play, having been,
notified of the fact by the Elders, he ordered
them to work; he being a Puritan, and not
recognizing the Christmas holiday. They
gave up their outdoor fun unquestionably,
bnt later on drank "disgust to tbe law," ate
mince pie and sang a merry carol.
Again the Vritefecraft delusion opened an
opportunity fer the Ber. Samuel Pani.
jkv i r i iv r, mm
tSt -s SI
and the eaief prosecutor Cotton Mather, to
gain aoint on the Uvernites, investigating
as they did certain movements, within the
gay walls of the hostelries, which resulted
in making the friendly inn a place which
the poor gopher toothed old woman care
fully avoided for should she happen to pass
the noisy precincts she would be sure of
arrest or at least scathing ridicule and
The historic writer who is familiar with
the tavern days of our ancestors, be he ever
so biased, cannot bnt sympathize with the
taverners, even though they took A hand in
Unfriendly lo the Witches.
the execution of the poor creatures who were
witch possessed (?). The strong men of the
times who formed, with the clergy, popular
opinion naturally used the many tongued
tavern portal as their rostrum; there they
dropped tbe bomb which should burst among
the gossips and implant its venom in the
very hearts of the people, so that the feelings
of the hour were thus disseminated in the
community along with the good cheer and
honest intentions of tbe landlords and his
But the sunlight which crowned the tres
hold of the tavern far outshone the dark
shadows. The memory of the genial-faced
hostler and tapkeeper who vended the beer,
and who, with a kindly smile npon his face
would keep up a joyous conversation with
the guests as the soothing ale flowed in
frothy streams into the great pewter mug, is
still with us. His ever ready hands and
words cheered the belated traveler, soothed
the distressed condition of the suffering
stranger, and with knowing wink performed
the extra duty for the simple "tip." His
like is not known to-day; there is no servant
of to-day who exercises the same functions,
his place cannot be filled.
Tne modern hotel eannot compare with
the ancient "hostelrie" for right down hos
pitality. In olden times the landlord knew
his guests by name and long associations,
his every want was attended to without the
asking or bidding, he was the dispenser of
cnarjty, tne physician, the provident culti
vator of an herb garden, the subscriber to
all of the English newspapers, the intimate
of foreign commissioners, and the advisor
of investors. Day and night were as one
with him, his habits were more like those
of a philanthropist; but he, too, like his
tapkeeper, has gone the way of all the
world, and his place cannot be filled.
F. T. B.
It Had Many Useless Adjectives In It, bnt
Tbey Were Harmless.
New York Sun.
Governor Hill is impatient when a wordy
speech Is being fired at him, or when he per
ceives that a legislative enactment is full of
useless legal expressions. Lately he found
much fault with a bill which was presented to
him by a delegation of countrymen, because
it contained about three adjectives to every
noun. "What's the use of that, and that?"
he growled, in a good-natured way, as he
put his finger here and there npon the un
lucky bill. The chairman of the delegation,
a long-bearded countryman, meekly replied
each time: "It may not be necessary-, Gov
ernor, but it won't do any harm."
The Governor at last found a host of the
adjectives gathered about one oppressed
nonn, and, looking up at the Chairman,
said: 'Tsnppose you'll put the Ten Com
mandments in the bill next." Did this sug
gestion disturb the equanimity and lovely
meekness of that Chairman? Not in the
least. Without tbe quiver of an eyelid he
answered: "They might not be necessary,
Governor, hut they wouldn't do any harm."
The Governor looked for one instant at the
speaker's unruffled face aa he made this re
ply, and then laughed heartily and affixed
his signature-to the bill.
A LoeomotlTo beraollshed Ills Horse, bat
It Meant Free Passes.
New York San.1
We were within about a mile of Pindlay,
O., and the train had Just begun to slacken
speed when we felt ajar and knew that the
locomotive bad struck some considerable
object In the next seat ahead was a
farmer, and he threw up the sash, shoved
out his head, and exclaimed:
"By gum 1 but I'm in luck I"
"Why, they have killed a horse I"
shouted a man behind us as he looked out.
"Yes, and it's my boss!" added the
"But yon-said you were in luck ?"
"You bet I ami I've been riding np and
down this line for five years on a pass they
gave me for killing an old cow which
wasn't worth five dollars. The pass expired
yesterday, and now my old hoss, who ain't
worth skinning, gits in the way and is
kn6cked over. Luckf "Why; gents, that
means a free family pass for five years more,
and there are 14 of us ia the family 1"
Needed a Balr-Cat.
PMlsdelphla Keeord.l
Here Is a gentle bint by a Dutch barber to
a customer: "I get some hair-pins fer you
to nex' time you come."
"What for?"
"Yy your bair ia gettda puldy lesg,
ain't IV ---.
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Fairies and Elfin Hordes Still .People
the Cairns of Ireland.
Eel-Worship Each Tear .Tips the Hilltops
With Twinkling Fires. 'I
rwsmxN ron rat distatcb.1
The world: has stepped forth from the
wild dreams and fancies of its youth into
tbe sober cynicism of middle age. The
myriads of quaint superstitions handed
down from sire to son; the fairies and elfin
hordes with which man's imagination
peopled every hillside and forest glade,
are all bnt vanished from the earth.
Driven from their ancient hannts by the
hideous screams of the iron horse, it is only
in the secluded country districts ot the Old
"World that "they linger stllL They dance
in the moonlight around the cromlechs of
Brittany, they sing their sad songs to the
groaning of Norwegian pines.
In Ireland both fairies and folklore seem
to have still a long lease of life. The poetic
nature of the Gael loves to surround itself
with the creatures of fancy, and to Invest
each day with some curious interest of it
own. On New Year's morning, in cottage
and hall, tbe Irish watch eagerly for the
"first footer" that is to say, the first person
who crosses the threshold after midnight.
Friends wish each other a "Ineky first
footer;" enemies secretly trust that the nrst
footer will be an unlucky one. This bit of
folklore, however, is by no means peculiar
to Ireland; it is found in the North ot En
gland and also beyond the Cheviots.
Bnt there is one Irish superstition con
nected with New Year's morning which
can be found in no other nation. This is
the "hunger banishing," a relic, no doubt,
of forgotten famine times. The writer re
members a "hanger banishing" which he
witnessed some years ago in an Irish conn
try house. All the family, with some guests
who were staying in the honse, descended
to the vast, old-fashioned kitchen, where
the servants and innumerable "hangers
on" were already assembled. On a table,
still green with the emblems of Christmas,
were placed about three score mighty loaves
baked during New Year's Eve. Every eye
was fixed on the clock as the hands drew
nearer and nearer to the midnight hour.
Just as it was
There came forth from the warm, single
nook in the huge fireplace an old fellow,
with long white hair and deeply furrowed
brow. This was the "seanachie, the oldest
of the family's many pensioners. He slowly
approached the pile of loaves and selected
the largest. T' n he placed himself some
ten feet from the massive iron-bound kitchen
door, and as the first stroke of 12 resounded
through the room began to repeat in quaver
ing voice a Gaelic yene, of which the fol
lowing is a translation:
"Br this loaf, from this time till next new year.
I banish tho hunger to the Turks!"
At the last stroke of midnight he raised
the loaf in air and dashed it with all his
force against the door. The ceremony waa
then completed, and the remainder of the
loaves were distributed among the family
hangers-on, heretofore alluded to.
But the two great feasts of superstition in
Ireland are St, John's Eve and Halloween.
St. John's Eve, called in Gaelic "Beltiune"
or Bel's fire, was in pagan times the day on
which the whole nation worshiped the "sun,
under the name of "Bel." Fires were
lighted In honor of this god on every hill
throughout the length and breadth of green
Erin. Long-robed priests moved solemnly
around the flames, singing monotonous
chants to the glory of BeL And in these
later days when the old Bel-worship has
been dead and buried for ages, the Bel-fires
still blaze on Irish hills. The old Christian
teachers permitted this custom to continue
after they had rooted out the religion which
gave it birth. Thus it is that the stranger
is still surprised, when, strolling out on
midsummer's eve along an Irish country
road, he sees all the surrounding hills tipped
with twinkling points of fire. The moun
tain peasant kindles bis Bel-fire with gone
and pine branches, watching is carefully till
On Halloween the fairies hold sway. It
is very dangerous to wander late on Hallow
een night, as some band of spirits mav
whirl one away to their dwellings beneath
the ratbs and cairns. The Phooca, too,
shaggy minatanr of Gaelic legend, selects
tbis night fcr his evil deeds. He roams
through every glen and Ianeway, breathing
pestilently as he passes upon the red haws
that hang from tbe bushes. That is the
reason, say the country folk, why the haws
are all withered and dead after Halloween.
The Phooca has the head and neck of a bull,
but from the shoulders down resembles a man.
He is an extremely dangerous person to
meet with, as he has a fondness for taking
unwary folk in his arms, and whirling them
over moor and dale to his mountain home,
where he crunches their bones and drinks
their blood. If tbe luckless individual thus
captured remembers to cross himself the
Phooca at once releases him, bnt always
manages ont of spite to plunge him in a
mire or stream In doing so. The writer has
met with scores ot people who solemnly
averred that they had ndden on Phooca
back, and were subsequently tumbled into
very uncomfortable and watery couches.
Notwithstanding all these dangers, many
maidens are courageous enough to steal
forth on Halloween night, and bathe their
sleeves in running water. Tne superstition
is that, while engaged in this operation, the
forms of their future husbands shall appear
before them. In Scotland, also, this belief
is current; witness Bobert Burns in that de
lightful lyric, "Tam Glen:"
O! last Hallowe'n I was sankin'
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken.
When his likeness came up the streauvstalkin'.
An the very gray breeks o Tam Gleal"
On the morning of the lit of May the
girls bathe tbeir faces and hands in grass
wet with dew, believing that this will give
them an irresistible attractiveness, which
will last as long as the leaves last, and
wither with the withering of the leaves.
May-day morning is the chosen time for
witches and other uncanny mortals. If you
wish to gain riches or to rob your neighbor
of his cows or sheep, you must go out in tbe
gray dawn of May-day, and, with a stick or
pieqe of board, proceed to "skim" the near
est well, saying as yon do so: "Come
hither to me, the butter of the parish come
hither to me;" or, "Come hither to me, so-and-so's
gold, come hither to me."
"Skimming" a well means removing the
coating of green seed which ususlly covers
country springs. If any person should dis
cover tie skimmer while performing these
mystio rites tbe spell is broken.
The millions of raths, or earthen forts,
and the countless comlechs and cairns scat
tered throughout Ireland, are the principal
lurking places of fairies. It is very hard
to find a peasant courageous enough to dig
up one of these raths. A friend of the
writer some years ago induced five or six
laborers to excavate a cairn or monumental
mound on his lands. He hoped to discover
some archaeological treasures, and did, in
fact, find some in the shape of urns and
flint axes, with a really fine gold brooch,
now in the National Museum. But the
country people prophesied 'U-lncx. for all
those who bad any hand i. -3 uprooting of
the cairn. The eldest son oi this gentleman,
very shortly afterward, chanced to break his
neck in the hunting field. This was enough,
to confirm the superstition and the minds of
the peasantry. Then the second'son wav
killed In Zululand, which left it without
doubt that the "liths" or faines were re
venging the violation of their haunts upon
the family of the violator.
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