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AN INDIAN PROPHET.
Kicking Horse, a Sioux Indian, Has
Been Working on the Credulity
of the Indians
At Standing Bock and Grand River
Agencies, by Claiming to be
a Prophet.
He Tells Them That HA Went to
Heaven and Got Pointers
About the Future.
The Whites Are to be Destroyed by
a Great Earth Wave. au*l the
Indiaus Saved
To Iuherit the Earth Alone.
STANDING BOCK AGENCY, Oct. 27.—
[Special.]—Kicking Horse, tlie great
Sioux prophet, has'been visiting the In
dians under Major McLaughlin's charge
and with the Sitting Bull contingent
down on Grand river, has succeeded in
stirring up considerable excitement. The
prophet claims to have visited heaven
and returns to earth to tell his fellow
Indians of the good things in store for
them. The Sioux Indians at Standing
Book were supposed to be two intelli
gent to take any Btock in the nonsense
preached by Kicking Horse, but so much
exoitement was caused and such a rest
less, crazy spirit engendered that Major
McLaughlin found it necessary to order
the prophet off the reservation and to
put several Indians in the guard house
for continuing the seances. Sitting
Boll, however, is always ready to go into
something mysterious. He delights in
preaching deviltry and "big medicine"
racket among the ignorant and super
stitious. This is where Sitting Bull's
strength has been in the past.
Until broken up by Major McLaugh
lin last week, the Indians were dancing
and singing, making both night and day
hideous with their carousals. The proph
et claims to have gone to heaven through
a hole in the clouds, where he saw and
talked with God and his wife and son
Christ. He is cunning enough to mix
enough christian doctrine with his pro
phetic teaching to make it seem real.
God told him that his children, the Indi
ans, had suffered long enough and the
time had arrived when they would again
ocoupy the earth, so long held by the
whites, but they must not kill or molest
the whites or God would punish them.
He said He Himself would wipe out the
white race from the face of the earth.
God told him the earth was getting full
of holes and many places were rotten.
He would gradually send a wave of earth
twenty feet or more over the country it
would move slowly. The Indians must
keep dancing so as to keep in top and
when the wave had passed all the whites
~would be buried underneath and the In
dians would be on top. All the dead In
dians wonld be restored to life again and
all the buffalo and horses and game and
all their old hunting grounds would be
as they were hundreds of years ago, and
the Indiana would for all time in the fu
ture own and ocoupy this earth. All In
dians who would not listen to the words
of the prophet and keep dancing would
be turned into fishes and occupy the riv
ers and streams. He said, while talking
with God, the devil came to them. He
describes the devil as being very tall,
with immense knee joints and monster
mouth and long teeth. He was covered
all over with coarse hair. He asked God
for half of his people, meaning the Indi
ans. God told him no. He asked God
again and God said no. The third
time he asked, God replied: "You can
have none of my chosen Indian children,
but you can have all the whites." Christ
told him he knew everything he was
thinlring
about, and he was much afraid
of Christ because he read his thoughts.
Christ told him not to be afraid, as they
were brothers, but to go and tell his peo
ple to be prepared. A Mrs. Weldon, a
white woman from the east, /who has
more money than brains, is living with
Sitting Bull at present and the Indians
report her to be converted to his doc
trine. She furnishes the grub pile for
tlin dance—as with all. their faith they
cannot dance without something to eat.
The Indians are fast becoming converts
it is BO easy for them to be led back to
their -old superstitions. Some really
bright Twflinnn say you cannot shake
hands with this prophet for when you
tmirtli his hand it burns like fire. What
thft outcome of it will be cannot be told
at this time, but they are greatly ex
cited now. Although Kicking Horse has
been ran off he has left many converts
here and Sitting Bull is particularly rest
less. If it was spring time instead of
falT it is possible that the excitement
would result in an uprising that would
require the aid of troops to put down..
The initiation is something like a secret
society. The candidate is blindfolded
and taken into a tepee and whirled
around until too dizzy to stand. In the
P^ttonfimn the Indians on the outside are
engaged in danoing. The candidate
oomes out of the tepee with the prophet
anfl hia dizziness and strange actioiys
convinces the other Indians that there is
something superhuman about him. The
prophet tells them they must keep on
jjjmning- They have been at this for
aonn They dance until so ex
hausted they fall down and sleep and
-when they awaken they are mystified
at their surroundings and still stronger
in the faith.
Thus far all arguments seem to have
-failed and the agent has been obliged to
pat many in the guard house. It is
likely Major McLaughlin will soon be
.able to demonstrate to the Indians that
this T""" and his followers are frauds, as
he did sometime ago with the great med
icine man Frosted, who claimed to be
able to move Standing Bock and compel
it to walk. The Indians- believed ne
•could do it. Mr. McLaughlin said, "All
right w6 Kill see." He told themedi
Jno man to stove the rock, and if he did
so he wonld reward him if he could not
then he would have to go to the guard
house for three, months and buck the
wood pile. It is needless to say Frosted
bucked the wood pile and the Indians
who had been fooled were glad of it.
As to Sitting Bull.
LFrom ThaiBday's Doily, 30th.]
The eastern press is considerably
wrought up over reports from Standing
Rock agency regarding the probable up
rising uf the Indians and the possibility of
another reign of terror among the white
seitler.s. .sitting Bull was at one time a
warrior with a great deal of influence. Ilis
word was law. But now he is old and de
crepid and his followers have dwindled
down to not more than a dozen, whom the
other Indians term "coffee coolers." Sit
ting 15ull has not the power to incite a rev
olution. lie has got a large amount of the
prophet's religion into liini al present and
is endeavoring to work upon ilio supersti
tions of the Sioux. In the east Sitting
Bull is generally believed the greatest In
dian warrior of the present generation,
but such is not a faci, as all who are famil
iar with early frontier history will attest.
In Indian warfare there were greater
chiefs and leaders than Sitting Bull—
among them might be mentioned Chief
(jail, who is without doubt one of the
greatest and wisest American Indians that
ever lived. Sitting Bull is too utterly far
beueath the Indian social plane to be
compared to Gall. The former is and al
ways has Ixen bitterly jealous of the lat
ter, who does not deign to notice Sitting
Bull as a rival for tribal honors, though
Bull is enjoying more false fame
than Hall probably ever will have
of the real. How this wrong
impression ever got abroad is difficult to
surmise. Gall is credited wrh all the fine
scheming and head-work that character
ized the Indian campaigns prior to 1876.
Sitting Bull was certainly more cruel and
bloodthirsty in his treatment of defense
less whiles than was Gall, who exhibited
more real bravery and generalship while
leading the Sioux forces in the battles with
Uncle ham's troops. Soma Indians
are said to possess noble traits and if
such be the ease Gall possesses them. The
old fiiditii'.g Indians at Standing Rock are
diminishing in numbers. It is only a
question of time when there will be but
few left to talk over their deeds of daring.
Their offspring are compelled by the gov
ernment to be brought up educated like
white people, and thus inherit but little of
the vengeful spirit of their fathers. The
Indian of to day is a pretty well civilized
specimen of humanity. There are several
thousand redskins at Standing Rock, also
a strong military force stationed at the
same point in active readiuess to quell any
sudden disturbance. The Dakotas can
now, with their several strong military
posts and splendid militia, easily take
care of the few thousand Indians within
their borders should occasion demand it.
It is believed that a great many of these
reds have gone daft over the visit of an old
grizzled medicine man who'styles hiuiselt
their prophet and savior, who is in a meas
ure responsible for the rumors of an up
rising among litem. Indians are no more
subject to such superstitiiious spasms of
religious belief, than are the white people
frequently mentioned in the newspapers.
The Indians will doubtless all be rational
and ju»t as hungry and clamorons as
ever when ration day rolls around
again. .Sitting Bull never tails to avail
himself of an opportunity to sow the seeds
of dissension oh the susceptibility of the
savage heart. Sitting Bull will practice
his evil doings till the Great Father calls
hiui to the happy hunting grounds. Ilis
dozen or less-fellow coffee coolers are the
only ones who listen to his words of wis
dom. A coffee cooler, in Indian parlance,
means a worthless buck who sits around
his tepee all day sipping coffee and is
heartily despised by the other reds.
Archbishop Kechnu's Anniversary.
CHICAGO, Oct. 29.—Amid the most im­
pressive ceremonies of which the ritual
of the Catholic church is capable Arch
bishop Patrick A. Feehan celebrated,
this morning, the twenty-fifth anniver
sary of his elevation to the episcopacy.
The scene in the cathedral of the Holy
Name on Superior and State streets was
a brilliant one. The edifice was crowd
ed as it never had been before with the
faithful laity from all parts of the city.
In the sanctuary sat the archbishop on a
resplendent dias, and beside him simi
larly placed were Archbishops Ryan of
Philadelphia, Elder of Cincinnati, and
Ireland of St. Paul, while in a semi-cir
cular row, in the place usually occupied
by the acolytes sat a remarkable array
of other prelates in attendance, repre
senting dioceses from the Atlantic to the
Bookies and from the British posses
sions to the Gulf of Mexico. In the
front pews, just outside the sanctuary,
were the diocesan and invited clergy to
the number of 418. The priests as well
as prelates from all ovt the country had
come to do honor to the archbishop of
Chicago. The celebration proper began
at 9:30 o'clock, with the celebration of
mass by Archbishop Feehan. .Bishop
John J. Hogan of Kansas City, delivered
an eloquent eulogism on the prelate
whose jubilee was being celebrated.
The splendid choir of the cathedral car
ried the musical portion of the celebra
tion. There was a chorus of sixty voices.
Just before the mass a telegram was re
ceived from Rome. It read:
"Congratulations to ArchbishcD Feehan,
apostolic benediction on the flock and
clergymen. (Signed) LeoXIII."
After mass the prelates were enter
tained at dinner in the large banqueting
hall at the Auditorium hotel. After the
banquet, Arohbishop Feehan held a re
ception in the parlors of the Auditorium,
where he received the congratulations of
the leading Catholics of the city.
A TOBOHMGHT PROCESSION.
The crowning glory of the celebration
was the torohlight procession to night,
which, in point of magnitude and
brilliancy, has probably never been sur
passed in the west. Over 26,000 men
were iu line, bearing transparencies,
fiamboaux and colored lights, while over
the entire line of march the streets
seemed arched in fire by a continuous
stream of rockets, and the mingling of
many nationalities with appropriate uni
forms of the most varied and gayest hues
pifljin the Inarching thousands unique in
their picturesquoness. The enthusiasm
displayed was remarkable, both in the
ranks and among the thousands of spec
tators along the route, and particularly
at the Auditorium, where for hours
Archbishop Feehan, surrounded by the
visiting prelates, watched the blazing
torches and acknowledged the apparent
ly unending tribute in his honor.
MANY SORTS OF DRINKS.
THE LATE GEN. BELKNAP'S KNOWL
EDGE OF CHAMPANGE.
Robert Graves, Discusses wltb the Grav
ity Becoming so Important a Subject,
the Relative Merits and Prices of Bev
erages In Washington and New Tork.
[Special Correspondence.]
WASHINGTON, Oct. 20.—The late Gen.
W. W. Belknap was one of the best judges
of champagne in the capital. He was a
connoisseur in sparkling wines, and it is
•aid could unerringly distinguish all the
leading brands by a simple taste. Gen.
Belknap was fond of giving champagne
luncheons at his office rooms in the Evans
block, on New York avenue, just across
the street from the treasury. Inviting a
few congenial friends, and ordering a mod
est spread from the caterer, a case or two
of wine formed the most attractive feature
of the entertainment. Gen. Belknap was
not only a good judge of wine, but he was
a good judge of good fellows, and he would
have no one at, his parties that was not
able to contribute his share to the even
ing's amusement, either as story teller or
song singer. In all Washington there was
no better story teller than Gen. Belknap
himself. Gen. Belknap had this good
quality—he never permitted his misfor
tunes to sour his temper. He died as he
had lived, one of the happiest, most genial,
most sunny of men. I heard him say a
week or so before his death that what some
men call success in life was nothing but a
means of tickling their vanity and delud
ing themselves into the thought that
happiness was to be had by being envied
by others. As for himself, Gen. Belknap
preferred pleasure to renown.
Notwithstanding the reputation it has
Washington is not a great place for cham
pagne drinking. At very few dinners is it
served at all, it being now held to be "bad
form." In the public drinking places not
much champagne is to be seen. Of course
a little is drunk here and there, and at
Chamberlin's perhaps a good deal. But
the steady drinkers here have little use for
wine of any sort, nor for mixed drinks,
either. The most popular drink in Wash
ington is straight whisky. That comes, I
suppose, from the southern influence in
drinking customs. I do not mean to say
that the men from the south do all the
drinking in public places, though they
certainly do their share. But drinking
among the well known men about the
capital is largely social, and the men from
the Kouth are leaders in this sort of social
pleasure.
As a rule the men from the south are
more likely to meet in public drinking
places for a chat and a bout at story tell
ing, and they are, moreover, about the
brightest men to be found in such places—
the best story tellers, the most ready wits,
the most genial, the "best company." If
in an average coterie of public men—con
gressmen, politicians, officeholders—seated
about a table in a saloon there be one man
from the south, you may depend upon it
he is the life of the party. The southerner
is a better, brighter conversationalist than
his more phlegmatic Yankee cousin. Odds
are, too, that what he drinks the whole
party will drink, and nine men out of ten
from the south drink plain whisky. The
tenth man doesn't drink at all. He is a
teetotaler from one of the prohibition or
local option regions of Dixie.
Thus it happens that whisky is the fash
ionable drink in Washington, and there is
no place in the country where one can find
better whisky behind the public bars than
here. These whisky drinkers know good
stuff when they taste it, and they are not
the men to put up with poor stuff of any
sort in silence. Nor do fancy prices obtain
here. While in most of the fashionable
drinking places of New York, as, for in
stance, the Hoffman house, twenty cents is
charged per drink straight, and from that
up to fifty cents for mixed drinks, no one
in Washington thinks of asking or paying
more than the regulation fifteen cents, or
two for a quarter. Go to Shoemaker's, the
most popular drinking resort in Washing
ton, and call for whisky and ginger ale.
Your check will read fifteen cents. Go to
any of the high toned places in New York,
and the barkeeper will set out the liquor
and a bottle of ginger ale, and charge you
for both, or forty-five cents in all.
New York, I have observed, is the place
to see champagne drinking. New Yorkers
drink champagne as Washingtonians drink
whisky. Spend a few days in the metropo
lis frequenting the high toned resorts,
from the Astor house by daylight to the
cafes of the Hoffman, the St. James', the
Gilsey, and all up Broadway to the Plaza,
and even to Harlem, and you will see
champagne everywhere. You will see co
teries of young men, old men, gay -men
and sedate men sitting at table after table
sipping champagne. Where all the men,
all the money,'come from are twin mys
teries. Many of the guzzlers, it is easy to
see, are young bloods who do not know
anything at all about earning money, but
who do know a great deal too much about
spending it.
But many others are rated men of busi
ness, and still others strangers in the town
who think that in New York they must
do as New Yorkers do, though perhaps
they can't tell the difference by taste
between poor sweet domestic and an
extra dry imported. At any rate the pop
ping of corks goes on day and night, week
days and Sundays, particularly nights and
Sundays, and if one had all the money
that is spent in -New York in a week for
champagne he could buy a country seat on
the Hudson and a yacht like Jay Gould's.
In Washington t^ere is not much Sunday
drinking. Here and there is a hole-in-the
wall which escapes the vigilance of the
police, or a restaurant in which they serve
beer in milk pitchers and whisky in tea
cups. But in New York all you have to
do is to sit down at a little table and order
what you want. Crackers and cheese are
placed before you, of which you may eat if
you wish, and by means of this farce the
drinking saloon is converted into a res
taurant. A big Bcreen is put around the
bar, and so there is no use to stand up
there, but the barkeeper is at his post as
usual, taking orders through a little port
hole and passing the stuff out to waiters.
Still champage is not the national drink,
and whisky, I think, is. Certainly here in
the national capital, where men of all
states and of all sorts congregate on a
level, whisky is the drink. There are some
neat champagne drinkers here of course.
There are men like the late Gen. Belknap,
who rarely drink anything else in the way
of intoxicants. Champagne has made it
distinguished convert in the person of Sen
ator Vest, the brilliant man from Missouri
He has been a moderate whisky drinker
all his life, and has said some very original
and very eloquent things about the vir
tues, medicinal and other, of good old rye.
But now he tuns squarely about, and de
clares that hencafceth wfcisn he drinks of
anything it shall beei-the blended wines
of France. It is champagne or nothing
with him now.
I suspect that this new penchant of
Vest's comes froia his intimate friendship
with Senator Quay. It is an odd compan
ionship this, but a very warm one. Vest
declares Quay, notwithstanding all that is
written and said about him, is one of the
best fellows in the world, and Quay re
turns the compliment with interest. The
Pennsylvanian is perhaps our most noted
champagne drinker now that Gen. Belknap
is gone. To his notion there is no other
beverage in the world. He buys his cham
pagne by the case, and with his friends
manages to consume a great number of
cases in the course of a twelvemonth.
There is no man in Washington more fond
of entertaining his friends at dinner than
Senator Quay, and there is plenty of cham
pagne for them whenever they call, whether
by special invitation or not.
This Shoemaker saloon of which I have
spoken is one of the interesting institu
tions of Washington. It is not only a fa
mous resort of public men, wherein sena
tors and representatives and generals and
occasionally cabinet ministers may be
found hobnobbing together, but it has dis
tinctive features of its own. In the first
place it is a drinking place without any
affectation of the elegant or the glittering
in its appointments. The bar is as plain as
a bar can possibly be. No gilt, no display
of natural woods, no mirrors nor pictures.
The ^w^lls are dull the floor is rough.
Even the tables and chairs are of the com
monest sort. If it is a palace of sin, it cer
tainly is not a gilded one. There is no effort
to charm the senses, to tempt the eye or
the appetite.
If tact on the part of the management
can prevent it no one will get drunk in this
house, but if a man does become tipsy a
carriage is called, and the luckless carouser
is sent home at the expense of the owners
of the saloon. A certain congressman,
whose name it were not just to mention,
used to get drunk in this place, or pretend
to get drunk, about once a week, thereby
saving so much carriage fare. One night
he was more than unusually violent, and
the manager, having dropped to the states
man's little game, rang for the patrol
wagon instead. When the "hurry" came
dashing up, and the congressman was told
he was to be its passenger, he was so badly
frightened that he quickly became sober,
and has never since tried to impose upon
the generosity of the Shoemaker saloon.
A safe is kept in this house for the use of
customers that is to say, when foolish fel
lows with money persist in getting dmnk
their "roll" is taken from them, sealed up
in an envelope and carefully put away in
the safe. A receipt for the sum thus taken
is written out and put in the pocket of the
owner, who is then bundled into a cab and
sent to his lodgings. One of Shoemaker's
receipts is as good as a Bank of England
note.
There is very little drunkenness in this
place considering the large number of cus
tomers it has. Of course Shoemaker's is a
gold mine. It is owned by a stock com
pany, one of its shareholders being Joe
Rickey, the well known St. Louis politi
cian. A popular summer drink, a mixture
of whisky, npollinaris and lime juice, was
oamed the "Joe Rickey," and had a great
run, not only in this house, but in others
he*e. The profits of this famous saloon
are not less than $50,000 a year.
Shoemaker's is the only drinking place I
know of that has for its manager a Sunday
school superintendent. The manager »f
this saloon is the superintendent of a Sun
day school, a prominent church member
aiid a worker in the field of charity. He is
one of the most highly respected citizens of
the capital, and has yet to taste his first
drop of intoxicating liquor and to smoke
his first cigar. ROBERT GRAVES.
Daughters of the South.
ATLANTA, Ga., Oct. 80.—There is no more
readable paper in the south, or for that
matter anywhere else, than the Sunday
issue of The New Orleans Times-Demo
crat. Always good, it took on two or three
years ago an added charm in the very su
perior quality of its editorials *on literary
topics. They were unsigned, and it was
hard to guess their authorship, they seemed
too strong and frank for a woman, too
delicate and penetrating for a man. They
were written by Julie K. Wetherill (Mrs.
Marion Baker), whose poems have given
beauty and grace to The Critic and other
critical papers. To my mind they are the
best editorials, take them all in all, I have
ever seen in their line, and a bound vol
ume of them would make a valuable book
for the collection of any man or woman of
letters. Their distinguishing qualities are
earnestness and honesty. You feel sure in
reading the flashing criticisms that you are
at tjhe very core of the writer's fearless con
victions, convictions that have been tem
pered by rare culture and deep reading.
Julie K. Wetherill is a young woman,
the child of Thomas Wetherill, of sturdy
Quaker descent, and of a daughter of Cotes
worth Pinckney Smith, once chief justice
of the state of Mississippi. Mr. Wetherill's
typically spacious and beautiful southern
home is at WOodville, Miss., and it was
here that the subject of this sketch spent
her childhood. When very young she
had a short poem, "Autre Tempo Autre
Moeurs," accepted by Scribner's, now the
Century, for which she received a check
for the modest sum of t2. The fact that
her little poem was good enough for print
and pay so elated her that she never pre
sented the check for payment, but kept it
for her scrap book, where it still remains.
Now, while she still continues her fine
work on the Sunday issue of The Times
Democrat, with which her husband is
prominently connected, she writes the
Bric-a-brac columns in that paper, the de
partment once in charge of the talented
Miss Bisland. If it was good then it is
even better now, for Mrs. Baker develops
in its best form every branch she under
takes. She is contributing a series of es
says to one of the magazines. So she has
enough to do In addition to the social du
ties imposed upon her by her family en
vironment and marked talents. In person
she is described as slender, of medium
height, with brown hair, large, beautiful,
speaking eyes. Gentle and winsome and
modest in her demeanor, Mrs. Baker is by
the strength of her character rapidly mak
ing her influence felt in the social and lit
erary circles of her new home (New Or
leans). Her poems are deep and tender,
generally swelling with the melody of sad
minor chords, and no one who ever loved
and suffered could fail to catch their noble
meaning, for she writes much of the sweet
est of all miseries, the most miserable of
all sweet earthly things—love.
Mrs. Mollie Moore Davis, formerly
known in Texas as Mollie E. Moore, the
poet,"now resides in New Orleaus, nnd has
added to her early fame as a singer her
noteworthy successes as a story writer^
Her long poem "Pere Dagobert" and bei
story "The Song of the Opal," the lat
ter in Harper's for December, both show
the strength and intensity of her style.
She is poetical always, even in her prose,
and has a rich and glowing fancy that
kindles into light and warmth every sub
jeotshs touches. MEL R. COLQUITT.
A TRUE GERMAN GIRL
THERE CANNOT BE ANYTHING
NICER WHEN ALL IS SAID.
She Is Not "Great Fun," but Tkerelsan
Entire Absence of Affectation—Always
a Constant Sweetheart and a Faithful
and Devoted Wife.
The German girl is not like other girls.
She ife not so piquant as the American girl
nor so stylish as the French girl, and not
so sympathetic as the English girl. She
has neither the persuasive magnetism of
the Viennese, nor the burning presence of
the Italian, nor the versatility of the Rus
sian. Her lack of these conventional at
tractions usually leads men who do not
know her to imagine the German girl to
be a rather inferior and uninteresting
young woman. Men who have been for
tunate enough to know thoroughbred con
tinental German girls, however, think dif
ferently.
Physically the German girl is not so
charming as the American girl. Her
waist is neither round nor tapering. Her
shoulders do not slope. Her carriage lacks
spirit. Her face is round rather than oval,
and her hands and feet are not strikingly
trim. On the other hand she has a well
turned arm, a smooth pink and white skin
untouched by modern improvements, an
abundance of well kept hair and a delight
ful neck. Her figure is full, but not over
fed. Her eyes are clear, though unsug
gestive.
NOT A COQUETTE.
The fine art of fascinating men by in
finitesimal gestures or suggestions of gest
ures is not hers. She cannot sway feeling
by the turn of the head, a droop of the fig
ure, a sinking of the hand, or a curve of
the neck. She may have an idea or two
about managing her eyelids, tossing her
head, plucking apart rosebuds, and other
like elementary practices, but the wide
world of elaborate feminine coquetry with
out words is beyond her ken.
Despite all these deficiencies the pres
ence of the typical German girl is some
thing of un inspiration. She does not over
whelm a man with vivacity, nor burden
him with highly wrought affectation of
attention. She does not mobilize her face
for a campaign of grimaces and expres
sions the minute he opens his mouth. She
listens somewhat impassively, though not
phlegmatically, to all he says. Her repose
Is natural and sympathetic. It was born
and bred in her, is a part of her, and so is
remarkably refreshing to a man who has
worn his way repeatedly through the
pantomimic routine of the tete-a-te' with
women of other breeding and tempera
ment.
In conversation the German girl is en
couraging rather than exciting and enter
taining. She does not try to "keep up her
end." She never "carries on." She is not
"sharp," nor "keen," nor "smart," nor
"great fun." She cannot even "take care
of herself" conversationally. She does not
know all about operas she has never heard
and sciences she has never studied. She
does not "adore calculus," and is not "aw
fully fond of metaphysics." She rarely
generalizes brilliantly concerning novels
she has only heard others tell of, and she
is far from clever at cribbing colloquial
witticisms. She is, however, intelligent
and well educated, and has an abundance
of ideas of her own. Although she knows
little Latin and less Greek, she can speak
French fairly well, understands some En
glish, and has a smattering of Italian or
Spanish. She is full of information as to
the great elector Frederick the Great, the
iron days between 1807 and 1615, and the
modern German triumvirate. She is well
acquainted with the works of Goethe,
Shakespeare, Heine and Moliere. She can
quote by the page from her favorite poet
Schiller. In case of need she can follow
her heart with her hand and turn off an
astonishing quantity of sentimental verses
on slight provocation. She loves music,
and is familiar with most of the grand
operas.
The German girl has all these things to
talk of understandingly, yet she never
Bwecps a man off his feet with a flood of
conversational pedantry. When a subject
she is acquainted with turns up she talks
on it easily, without an effort to appear
brilliant or unique or deep. She is very
worshipful of the great masters, but does
not exhaust her breath and vocabulary to
say so. She never uses slang. She speaks
her native tongue plainly without availing
herself of expressions like "ain't," "hadn't
ought" or "like you and I." Her correct
ness of speech, however, is not studied,
and she never tries to get under cover with
a "dear me, I always get that wrong."
Her "ja" is as sweet as this American girl's
"yes," and her "nein" falls from her lips
with a soft indecision that mitigates half
the pain of the refusaL
SWEETHEART AND WIFE.
When the German girl has had her little
fling, and it is a very little one, her Frau
Mamma gets her engaged. Her new social
status is published at once to the whole
world around her. Unannounced engage
ments are unknown to the German girL
The instant she accepts a young man's pro
posal every one knows it, and regards her
as already half married. She does not
court the pleasures of a helter-skelter, fast
and loose love affair. She becomes all
wrapped up in her Fritz, or Hans, or Wil
helm at once. There is no more flirting, or
corresponding, or skating, or dancing with
other men. She loves her fiance with an
absorbing devotion which is seldom dupli
cated on this side of the Atlantic. She gets
no special pleasure from "playing" him,
teasing him, exciting his jealousy or "lead
ing him on." All she wishes is to have
him right at hand all the time, holding hei
hand while others are present and her
when alone with him. This unswerving
faithfulness and childlike devotion con
tinues well along into her married life and
usually to the end. The quiet, responsive,
undemonstrative, trustful' German frau ia
only a natural development of the well
bred German girl.
The German girl has many other miscel
laneous accomplishments and virtues
which are little known, and if known are
misunderstood by her foreign critics. She
does not drink beer or eat blood sausage.
She never takes a cigarette into her mouth,
and does not long to be a man. She does
not drop her handkerchief or fan to see a
.man pick it up, and she does not hurry off
her admirers on impossible errands just to
show what she can do with them. She
does not accept all the presents that th
men of her acquaintance will give her, ant
she does not tell white lies when it is just
as- convenient to speak the truth. She
never flirts in the street. She always
dram's On both gloves before leaving the
house,-and does not remove them before
returning indoors.
In short, the German girl is warm heart
ed, well educated' and well bred. She is
kind, patient and grateful. She is loo sen
sitive to do a-rude act, and too full of
ideals to do a mean cie. She may lack, as
her critics say, const imate brilliancy and
beautv and art, but. the rest of the world
of attractions is hers.—New York Sun.
THE PRODUCTION OF QUININE.
A Otttsen of CslssiMs tags Bis
lfryitrls Xo Bark.
It is a fact not generally known
the trade circles immediately lot
t£at most of the quinine used mowed ays
comes from the far east and not front
Sooth America. The exportation of dn
dxni berk from Onlnmhta has eeaaed.
"Ten or twelve years ago," says Mr. Oins
ck Calderon, "the production of Hnehewa
was a kind of monopoly with some oonn
Wes of the northern pert of South Ameri
ca, where the tree producing the bark
grows wild in surprising profusion. Bnt
the carelessness, hick of method and sys
tem in the collection of the hark gave riss
to the fear that the production of so net—
sary In article would greatly decline, and
perhaps even become exhausted, and, ac
tuated by this fear, the governments Hol
land and Great Britain decided to iltiwpt
the cultivation of the cinchona tree in thdr
colonies of Java and the East Indies. The
first seeds and plants wen carried thither
from South America in 1881. and the
first exportation of bark from that region
to Europe, consisting of only twenty-eight
ounces, waa made in 1880. The ptodnsfclnn
of it in the island of Ceylon was graijtBg
ao enormously from year to year that' In
the years of 1883-83 6,995,000 pounds of it
ware exported from that place from 1888
to 1884,11,500,000 pounds, and from 1886 to
1886,15,364,912 pounda. The exportatktna
of Java have been smaller in quantity, but
not less important, since in 1887 they ex
ceeded 2^00,000 pounds. The neceaaary re
sult of such an immense prod notion waa
the rapid decline in the price of this raw
material and of the article extracted from
it. To this depreciation further contrib
uted two other causes, the influence of
which it is impossible to ignore. In the
first place, the South American berk gen
erally yielded but 2 per cent, of sulphate,
while that of Ceylon and Java, due to the
cultivation of the tree, produced from 8 to
12 per cent. In the second place, beeaoss
of the discovery and employment of new
and more economic processes, these can
actually be obtained, with less expense and
in the course of three or five days, a greater
quantity of quinine than was before ex
tracted in twenty days by means of the
processes which were then employed."
STACK POLE'S WORLD'S FAN* IDEA.
He Proposes the Construction mt a Huge
Hemispherical Bollitif
Designs innumerable for structures of
all sorts of shapes and dimensions have
reached the managers of the World's fair
at Chicago. One of these is the work of
Mr. William Thompson Stackpole. He
THE BIO COLUMBIAN DOME.
suggests the erection of a Columbian dome,
to rest upon a solid foundation, but a lit
tle above the level of the streets.
"AM
I
have planned it," says Mr. Stackpole, "the
structure is to be an exact circle on the
ground plan, and an exact half circle In
elevation, arch and roof. Thus it will be
a perfect hemisphere. An exact half
sphere, it will give the strength of the
principle of the arch, trebled in practi
cal and simple form. Hence there can be
no doubt of more than ample strength to
sustain a suitable and handsome tower,
springing from ample bearings, resting
evenly on its broad summit. The plan
contemplates as its sice a dome of 400 feet
in diameter and 200 feet in height above its
rock foundation, and this surmounted by
a tower 175 feet above the summit of the
dome, and this again by a ball or globe of
say25feet in diameter.* Then a flagstaff
would complete all and make the whole
structure symmetricaL The height wonld
be 400 feet to the top of the balL"
Heligoland's German Otmsnr,
The people of Heligoland, the queer little
island in the North sea which was ceded
to Germany recently by Great Britain, ac
cording to late ad
vices are much
pleased with the
administration of
the governor ap
pointed to rule
over them by Em
peror William.
His name is Wil
helm Gelseler, and
until itia promo
tion he was a cap
tain in the impe
rial marine serv
ice, and had charge CAFT. onsuun.
of the artillery depot at Wilhelmshav
Capt. Geiseler is the son of a merchant, and
was born in Stettin thirty-eight yean ago.
He entered the navy when a lad, and has
had an exceptionally honorable and suc
cessful career.
1 1 1
A Wealthy Student of Hlst*ry.
George Vanderbilt's studies are in ths di
rection of history, both sacred and profane
he is also interested in theological contro
versy, ss well ss scientific record. Darwin
i» one of his favorite authors, and he has
as choice a collection of all that has bsen
written upon the subject of evolution and
natural selection as can be found in this
country, perhaps anywhere. He is not
much of a haunter of book stores, although
then is ope publishing house in Hew York
city where he sometimes calls, and ones In
awhile he looks over old libraries collected
by one of the best known of the old book
sellers. He is not a bibliophile, as Brayton
Ives, late president of the Stock Exchange,
and some other wealthy men ate, bat he
bays a book for what is in it, rather thsa
on aooount of its age, exquisite binding or
any other peculiarity which makea books
sought for by bibliophiles. Whan than
sre
new
publicationa which the publish sr
with whom he deals thinks he would like
they are aent to him for Inspection, and ho
koneof the rich men In New Tork to
the dealer in old books sends a privat
apodal catalogue when something
has been received and Is for sale.'
The
rets
of Aettessss.
A good many singers and SLUMMS lavish
superfluous affection on birds or ant
Minnie Hank's pet is a parrot that
'Bravo, Minnie Hank," whan she
'Hafaanero." Bills Tlnssell's fan nits
Is a black and tan oollia named OtsUa.
Patti adores a parrot, and Scalehl and Baa*
Sana lavish attentions upon paroquets,
lovee a
a tame

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