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The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, July 26, 1900, Image 9

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''No—I cant sit down. Just ran in
'to see you a minute. What are you
•doing?" Ned Hazard bent to look at
the medallion over which-his sister's
tiny camel's hair brush was suspended.
"Jove! what a beauty! A portrait—
really? Who is she?"
"Miss Silverton of Evanston. This is
to be a gift to her fiance from one of
his friends—a wedding gift. She is in
the secret. I worked from a photo
graph until last week, when she gave
me a sitting. She is to be here for an
other today."
Annie Hazard, a little, slender, elf
locked sprite, enveloped in a big paint
ing apron, with a palette on thumb,
looked up to read approval in the eyes
of .the gigantic young brother who tow
ered over her. He had taken the me
dallion up in his palm, and was look
ing down upon it with something
brooding in his gaze—a glance of ten
der prophecy.
"You think it good?"
"Stunningly good. I didn't think it
*ras in you, Nan!"
A flash of pleasure irradiated her
small, dark face. "I did," she said.
He laughed, putting his left hand
•.^ ressingly on the wavy, blue-black
head.
"I know dear. We guyed you dread
fully about your determination to be
come a miniature painter—I more than
the others. But you're proving your
detractors in the wrong. It's quite a
triumph to do that—isn't it?"
"A glorious triumph! In fancy, I
already see you bespeaking a smile
from the foremost miniature artist of
the coming century,, and bragging of
your friendship! Give that back, sir.
I must complete that gown before the
original comes in."
"Is she really as lovely as this, Nan?"
He made no attempt to return the pic
ture in his palm. "What a nobility of
brow! And those eyes are serene and
pellucid as a mountain lake. Black
•eyebrows—but the hair is reddish gold.
Is"—a sudden doubt striking him—"the
shade—natural
"Natural!" His sister picked up a
mahl stick and assumed a belligerent
attitude. "Trust a woman," she said,
"to recognize bleached hair."
Still he held the miniature, his eyes
tent full upon it. The mistress of the
studio heaved a ponderous sigh.
"If you don't mind," she suggested,
meekly, "I should like that back before
the night,cometh wherein no man may
work, or woman, either."
Young Hazard lifted his head with
an awakening gesture, laughed, hand
ed her the oval piece of ivory.
"If you hadn't dashed my hopes at
birth, Nan," he said, "I'd have staid
to make the acquaintance of the orig
inal of the miniature. But as she is
to be a bride—" he struck a tragic
pose. "Farewell, sweet dreams!" he
cried.
""Farewell, dear brother!" returned
the 'artist. "I love to have you come
in when Coke and Blackstone—or do
lawyers still read those eminently re
spepted authorities?—when they will
fet you." She picked up a new brush
and. moistened its tip between her
sensitive lips. "Your new spring suit's
becoming." '-A £i
"Thanks, awfully. But I didn't
come in to. be told that. The Percy
joys have a box at the Auditorium to
night. They want us to join them.
They're to have a chafing-dish supper
at their quarters later. You'll come,
won't you?"
"Can't!" The small head swayed in
decided negation. "Haven't a decent
pair, of gloves to my name, nor time to
buy them."
"O, if that is all, I'll get them for
you. What shade do you wish—what
is your number?"
"Shade, light heliotrope. Size, five
and a half. Six buttons."
"Explicit, at least." He took tip his
hat. "Jolly little den you've got here,
Nan. Do you mean to say you've done
all these things?" The comprehensive
sweep of his hand included many pic
tures, from the rapt countenance of
Tennyson's St. Agnes to a sketch of
one drooping hand holding a perfect
rose.
"Not all—though I am responsible
'for all. My pupils have done some."
"Pupils! Phew—we are in earnest.
Honestly, Nan, I'm glad I induced dad
to-let you have your way. We thought
it was all a fad, you know."
"Yes, I know." She smiled—a con
scious little smile. "We didn't call it
a fad when you wished to study for
the bar. And see how you've vindi
cated yourself! I was so proud this
morning when I read what the paper
feaid of your speech in the trust case
yesterday
"Nan—you flatterer!" But he color
ed with pleasure. "I'll have to make
the pair of gloves half a dozen pairs
In payment, I sluppose!"
The flickering smile deepened
around her lips. "You may prove your
gratitude In that way if you choose!"
she declared demurely. "I've never
eeen the day when I had too many
pairs of gloves."
1'
"No woman ever did," he rejoined,
laughing. And he went out of the
studio, out of the building, and strode
down State street, a straight, hand
some, manly young fellow to whom
went sparkling glances of spontaneous
admiration.
He did not notice the glan'ces—nor
rthpse from whom they. came. He saw
a face as he 6wung along. It was un
like all other faces thronging that
populous thoroughfare. It was t, not
only the physk&l perfection that a^
pealed to him.lt was the look of re
servo—of distinction. This look (told
him that back of the courtly .kindness
with which the world was greeted a
sanctuary stood apart—a sanctuary
where
Only the high priest entered In!
"Pshaw!" he muttered, and shrug
ged his great shoulders. "To be dis
turbed by the memory of a minia
ture!" He found himself pushing
against the swinging doors of a vast
dry goods establishment—three of
them.
"Gloves?" The deferential floor
walker lent an attentive ear. "Yes,
sir. In the annex—yes, straight down
this aisle!"
Curious in the midst of surround
ings foreign to him, Ned Hazard
strode on- in the direction indicated.
Light poured from the great dome of
ground glass overhead. Fair women,
alert or languid, passed and repassed
him in a steady stream. Gowned in
cloth, in fur, in velvet, purchasers
passed up and down between the laden
shelves, the polished counters. A
group ahead there—a congestion of
trade! Hazard swerved a little to pass
the augmenting crowd. What was
the trouble? A lost child—a fainting
woman? "She took my purse!" The
wail came from a richly dressed wo
man of conspicuous physical develop
ment. "She was nearest me. I laid it
down a minute—it's gone!"
Involuntarily Hazard paused—glanc
ed at the accused. And—as he looked
—his heart stood still. For there, fac
ing that curious mob, haughty, indig
nant, white as she would be In her
coffin, stood the original of the minia
ture he had lately held. That fearless
poise in the head, those dark eyes un
der curved black brows, that scornful
young mouth, the rippling red-gold
hair under the plumed hat—how fa
miliar were these!
"You are mistaken, madam!" The
•voice thrilled him. It was the voice
he knew this one lady must possess.
"I saw a woman take up a purse from
the counter. She went toward that
elevator.* I am no thief. You are
mistaken. My name is Eunice Silver
ton. I shall give you my address."
"I don't want no address!" One fat,
ringed hand gesticulating frantically.
"I want my purse. I want you search
ed. You got my purse!"
A man pushed through the throng
—a man with a quiet countenance and
untranslatable gray eyes.
"If you ladies will come with me,"
began the house detective. The ac
cused lifted higher her shapely young
head.
"I will not go with you. I object to
the indignity of being searched.
She paused. Another was speaking.
The crowd, grown suddenly silent,
were listening.
"This young lady is Miss Silverton
of Evanston," Ned Hazard said. "If
you," turning to the attentive floor
walker, "will take my card to—he
mentioned the name of the head of the
Arm—there will be no further trouble.
He Is a personal friend of mine. It is
better," he concluded, and the pene-.
trating voice reached those of the out
skirts of the press of the people, "not
to make a mistake in the matter.
Such errors cost a firm dearly some
times. It is my word against—he
glanced at the virago who stood with
poised umbrella in their midst—
against this person's!" he declared.
The latter burst into a torrent of vi
tuperation. But the floorwalker had
read the card—passed it with lifted
brows to the house detective.
"If you will come this way," the de
tective said, bowing, "the affair will
be arranged."
Young Hazard elbowed a passage for
the trembling girl. She looked up at
him gratefully as she walked by his
side to the manager's office. A little
man with a Hebraic cast of counte
nance came hurrying in.
"My dear Hazard! There has been an
unfortunate mistake somewhere, I am
informed. My men have been telling
me that this young lady—a friend of
yours—was accused of shoplifting. Ob
viously, the charge is absurd!"
"She did take it!" yelped the woman
of the ungloved hand. "She stood next
me at the silk counter. I jest set it
down when—eh?"
She stopped, her fishlike mouth still
open.
The detective was presenting her
with her purse.
"We corralled the thief on the third
floor. She is, an old hand at this
game. Burke has taken her to the
station. This is your pocketbook,
madam?"
The big woman grabbed it from him.
'Tis mine—and small thanks to you!"
she snapped out. She flounced off. The
floorwalker wiped his forehead and the
head of the house smiled.
"Our system of detection," he s^id,
"is thorough. I, however, humbly,
apologize to Miss
"Silverton," suggested Hazard..
To Miss Silverton for the unpleasant
experieince to which she has been sub
jected. It was fortunate, Hazard, that
you happened along when you did."
Miss Silverton flashed Ned a glance
that set him tingling to his finger
tips.
"Most fortunate for me!" she mur
mered.
Then they were out on State street
together and Ned was telling her how
he had recognized her, about the min
iature, his sister—many things.
You are to give Nan a sitting this
afternoon," he'reminded her.
"Not I!"
"But he stammered, "she said she
pxpectp you! That the miniature
must be finished fo^or He
choked there. How cDmfl he talk to
hqraboat her wedding?
or my lister's wedding—yes. She
went directly to the studio from the
train."
For an instant Stat* street whirled
around lik« the bits of colored glass in
a kaleidoscope. Then things righted
themselves, and the young lawyer
knew that t*«o eyes alive with laughter
were smiling up at him.
"Your sinter! But you must be
alike. I could have sworn
"We are alike. We are twins. You
are not the first who has beea be
wildered by the resemblance. Shall
we go on to the studio? Eudora was
to wait for me there."
They did go on to the studio. Nan
nie gave them tea out of old Beleek
cups. Tlley are tinned, wafers and
talked a Jot of delightful nonsense.
And Ned Hazard made up his mind for
good and all that the original of the
miniature was tnot half as beautiful as
the sister whom she so resembled.
"My gloves, Ned?" demanded his
sister, as she locked the studio door.
Aghast, he wheeled around. "My
dear girl, I Jo»—* all about them. I'll
get you a box—a dozen boxes
"When?" Their eyes met. "Before
the wedding to which we are bidden?"
"Yes. I say, Nan, how does that
song of Riley's go—you always remem
ber poetry. It is something like this—
and he quoted, his eyes alight:
"When my dreams come true, when
my dreams come true,
I shall
The light in the elevator thermome:
ter fell lower.
"Down!" cried Nannie.—Chicago
Tribune.
AH, THAT DAY.
Quit Going
French-CAtAdian Decides to
on Sprees.
He means well but he can't. Stubs
his toe when the snake rears at him.
Pretty near breaks his neck when he
•breaks the pledge. And he works
nights for a Lewiston concern. He is
a French-Canadian. He lost his jot
a little while ago through over-con
viviality. He wanted the job back
again and so after a few days he ap
peared before the boss, bowed with
great deference and handed over a
paper. It was a pledge to abstain
from liquor for two months. On the
paper were some of the names of the
local priests to show that the man had
appeared before them and had -signed
the pledge. "And you are not going
to drink for two months, Felix?"
"Non, 'by gar! Dat's r-rat. Nottin's
go down dis plac' but dot good, fus'
r-rat water from de Lak' Auburn."
Its a bad thing, this drinking liquor."
"Oui, dat's de vary r-rat t'ing what
you say. Vary bad for a mans to
dreenk dat lee-cur. Mak's head swell
out maks los' heem job—mak's
ev'ryt'ing all bus' up. Dat's r-rat."
"Well, while you were about it why
didn't y»u swear off for a year? If you
can stand it two months you can go
a year." The applicant threw up both
his hands. His eyes glistened with
eagerness. He was in deadly earnest
"Oh, ba gar, M'sieu le Boss, I couldn't
do dose t'ing. Cause yo' see dat tak'
in de Fort' July an' I ain' could geet
'long over crost dat day—ah, sacre,
non!" Lid he get his job? I don't
know. But if he didn't the boss hasn't
any funny bone in his anatomy.—
Lewiston Journal.
On the Railroad.
Another woman, one who spends
half her time traveling on the rail
roads, says: "What a delightful world
this will be when one person in 1,00G
learns to respect the rights and feel
ings of others. Nowhere does one
suffer more from the selfishness and
disgusting habits of the average hu
man being than in a railway car. First,
the lack of ventilation has a depress
ing effect upon a sensitive tempera
ment and fatigues one quicker than
miles of walking in the open air. Next
comes the human annoyances. There
is the peanut eater sitting opposite.
Now, any one who would eat peanuts
except in a ten-acre lot or standing on
a burning deck where a certain boy in
history is said to have devoured them
by the peck ought to be flayed alive.
What, then, should be done with the
creature who devours peanuts by the
quart on a railway car where it is im
possible to escape their horrible odor?
To me there is nothing more offensive
than the smell of peanuts, and when
that everlasting boy copies through
the car calling out 'salted peanuts,' 1
frequently bankrupt myself by buying
up his whole stock. But one cannot
keep this sort of thing up. It would
cost less to have a bill passed by the
legislature forbidding their sale."
municipal Ownership Is Ancient.
Municipal ownership long ago passed
out of the stage of theory and experi
ment, if, in fact, it ever belonged there.
Centuries before America was discov
ered public ownership of public utili
ties was highly developed. The city
of Rome 2,000 years ago possessed its
splendid public baths, its superb aque
ducts and other utilities owned and
managed by the government.
Wife Slept Too I*ate.
In a western court the other day a
man asked for divorce on the grounc
that his wife would not get up earlj
enough to get his breakfast. In hei
counter-petition the wife alleged thai
her husband snored so loud that in th«
early part of the night she could nol
go to sleep. The court granted the
divorce on general principles, with
out prejudice against either side.
Latest Fad In Eggs. i..
Dairymen have known for a long
while the families that require thai
the milk served them for their chil.
dren shall come all from one cow. A
grocer heard recently for the first timi
from one of these families. The head,
thereof asked the grocer to see tha-.
the eggs of the house came daily froir
one hen.—New York Commercial Ad
vertiser.
Found His Way Home.
A hound was bought in Missouri and
shipped in a closed express car 4o
_£ranch in Kansas. In a day or two i'
was missing. Investigation proved tha'
it had gone
black
tq its Missouri home
over a distance of 500 miles, on a road
entirely unknown to the dog.
The end. 'seab in the summer car hat
lost aone popularity.
MARVELOUS
'-St."
Claim They Are Aided by All-
Thibetan Lamas Mold Strange
Power Over Life and Death.
Powerful Genii, Who Are
Friendly to Man.
Wonderful stories of Thibet are told
by the few travelers who have pene
trated into that land of magic and
mystery. It was there that Mme.
Blavatsky, the high priestess of the
osophy, claimed to have spent a seven
year apprenticeship, and it is In this
abode of Lamaism, if anywhere, that
the laws of nature are reversed by the
will of man.
On the marvels of this country ot
demon worship D. Henry Liddell has
contributed a highly interesting story
to the current Home Magazine of New
York, extracts from which follow:
"One Brahmin," he says, "by years
of asceticism, fasting and contempla
tion, had attained remarkable occult
powers. He could cause himself to be
levitated through the air, and was
once floated over the heads of an as
semblage of devotees at Orissa for a
distance of more than a hundred yards.
He stated that for the performance of
gross feats of a material character the
assistance of earth, or nature spirits,
Is required. For the performance of
illusory or magical feats of power,
such as flying through or walking up
on the air, resisting fire, producing
objects from afar, causing the abnor
mal growth of plants, or the transpor
tation of things through the air, the
aid of the elementals, or Jinns, is al
ways required, and is readily available.
"These beings abound .in the ele
ments, occupying a midway position
between the spiritual and material,
and are very powerful. They delight
to aid the human adept, regarding
man as their god, and believing that
the labors they perform in his service
benefit them and help them to ad
vance in the scale of being.
"The performance of the Bokts, or
wonder-working lamas, are quite as
astounding in their way as those of
the Indian fakirs, who are Moham
medans, or of the Sanyahis or Yogis,
who are Brahmins, but they are usual
ly terrible and revolting. A Thibetan
Bokt, who had wandered from his na
tive land and penetrated as far as Be
nares, gave an exhibition of his won
derful powers in one of the vast
temples of the Holy City a few years
ago. He was accompanied and assist
ed by a mongrel crowd of half-human
compatriots. The exhibition promised
by the wonderful magician was truly
an astounding one. He proposed, in
view of all beholders, to rip up his
abdomen, remove a handful of intes
tines, display them to the spectators
and then return them again, and heal
up the wound by a few magical passes,
leaving no vestige of the damages in
flicted.
"When the hour of noon arrived the
lama appeared and took his seat De
fore the raised altar, on which candles
had been lighted. Before him was a
radiant image of the sun, and on
either side of the altar were grim idols
which had been placed there by the at
tendants.
"The lama was in person a small,
spare man, with fixed, glittering eyes,
an emaciated frame and an immense
mass of long black hair, which floated
over his shoulders. He appeared alto
gether like a walking corpse, in whose
head two blazing fires had been light
ed, which gleamed in unnatural luster
through his long, almond-shaped eyes.
He was about 40 years of age, and re
port alleged that he had already some
four times previously performed the
great sacrificial act he was now about
to repeat.
"From the moment this skeleton
figure had taken his seat the 70 fakirs
who surrounded him in a semicircle
began to sway their bodies back and
forth, singing meanwhile a loud,
monotonous chant in rhythm with
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•'V-
Levl Bresson Is a happy father
kgain It is not absolutely a novel
txperlence for him, but the baby is
the most unique in the United States
W that it is the forty-first born to the
kale old parent. Bresson Is In his T2d
•ear, but he is as hearty and healthy'
Uf tatty a man half his years. He falls
their movements. In a few minutes
the gesticulations of the fakirs in
creased almost to frenzy they tossed
their arms on high, bent their bodies
to earth, now forward, now backward,
now swung them around as if thrown
by the hands of others.
"Meantime their monotonous chant
rose into shrieks and yells so fright
ful that the ears of the listeners were
&
defeaned and their senses distract
ed by the clamor. On every side of
the auditorium braziers of incense
were burning. Six fakirs swung pots
of frankincense, filling the air with
intoxicating vapors, while six others
stood behind, beating metal drums or
clashing cymbals, which they tossed
on high with gestures of frantic ex
ultation. For some time the howls,
shrieks and distracting actions of this
maniac crew produced no effect on the
immovable lama. He sat like one dead,
his fixed and glassy eyes seeming to
stare into illimitable distance, without
heeding the pandemonium that was
raging around him. 'Can he be really
living?" whispered one of the awe
struck Englishmen to his neighbor, but
this question was speedily answered
by the series of convulsive shudderlngs
which at length shook the lama's
frame. His dark eyes rolled wildly,
and finally nothing but their whites
were to be seen, spasm after spasm
threatening to shiver the frail tene
ment and expel its quivering life. The
teeth were set, and the features dis
torted as in the worst phases of epi
lepsy, when suddenly, and just as the
tempest of horrible cries and distor
tions was at its height, the lama seized
the long glittering knife which lay
across his knee, drew it rapidly up
the length of the abdomen, and then
displayed, in all their revolting hor
ror, the proofs of the sacrifice in the
protruding intestines.
"The crowd of awe-struck ascetics
bent their heads to the earth in mute
worship not a sound broke the still
ness but the deep breathing of the
spectators. At length one of them,
who had witnessed such scenes before,
addressed the living creature—for liv
ing he sjill was, though he uttered no
sound nor raised his drooping head
from his breast—and said: "Man! can
you tell us by what power this deed
of blood is performed without destruc
tion of life?'
FATHER OF 41 CHILDREN,
evi
BREUON
to show his age by gtod wore of
years. The mother !ie\babe is his
third wife, and has p. aaeni^-. him
with thirteen other infants, Vhile
second wife contributed twelve and
his first fifteen. Of his children thirty
two are living today, andmpt one of
them lacks anything in Cental and
'The lama is all Atma^giEnjnjrlS"
responded a thin, shrill voice tjfom
the bleeding wreck before us. "Fo
keeps the manas (sense) until the
work is done.'
'But why is that work necessary?'
rejoined the querist. 'Is it right?'
'To show that life and death are
his. Fo can withdraw the Atma and
give it back it is his will to show
his power.'
'Is the lama then dead now?'
'The City of Brahma (the body) is
empty Brahma Atma has retreated.'
'How long can the Atma remain
absent?'
'He returns even now. See, be
wings his way hither and now must
fp
enter the city's gate
against him forever.'
'Yet a moment the Akasa (life
principle), has it left the flesh that is
severed—cut?'
'Not yet try it it is warm hut
soon the Akasa will ebb away If you
will detain the Pitrls, who guide home
the Atma.'
"The querist did not, as invited, ex
amine the wound, nor even approach
the ghastly figure nearer than to ex
amine the anatomy of the intestines
laid bare. A dead silence ensued. The
living corpse moves. It raises its
quivering hands, and scoops up the
blood from the wound bears it to his
lips, which breathe upon it they then
return to the wound, begin to press
the severed parts together and remake
the mutilated body. The fakirs shou
and scn-i up praises to Drahma.,- th
drums beat the cymbals clash
shrieks, prayers, invocations resound
on all sides. The fragrant incense as
cends the flute players, planted on
the outskirts of the estate, pour forth
their shrill cadence the harps of some
European servants, stationed in a dis
tant apartment and previously in
structed, send forth strains of sweet
melody, amidst the frantic clamor.
"The ecstatic makes a few more
passes, and, after wrapping a scarf,
previously prepared, over the body as
if to cleanse it from the gore in which
it was steeped, suddenly he stands up
right, casts all his upper garments
from him and displays a body un
marked by a single scar."
Ills Mall Piles Up.
When the duke of the Abruzzi, who
has spent the last year in Franz Josef
Land, gets his mail this summer, he
will probably swear at civilization.
More than 72,000 letters and post-cards
for him from all parts of the world
have accumulated in the hands of the
Italian consul at Christiania, who will
send a whaler to try to communicate
physical health. The unique old
Frenchman lives in the town of North
Foster, in Rhode Island, and has lived
there for the last twelve years. When
he moved there the populace thought
that an orphan asylum was moving to
town, but they soon discovered that
Bresson's establishment was a much
more interesting institution. Bresson
comes of peasant stock from the north
of France, and came to Canada when
a lad. His father married a second
wife in Canada, and gave Bresson
seventeen brothers and sisters. Levi
was the eldest of the family, and Uvea
at home until his 22d year, when he
married a Connecticut girl, and came
to the United States to settle at her
home. Within a year of his wedding
his wife bore him as fine triplets as
Connecticut ever saw, all three of
whom are living today. Later two sets
of twins were presented to him, and
when she died fifteen children, all of
whom were living, was his boast. Two
years after her death he was married
a second time. His eldest children,
although but 18 years old at the time'
were then all married. On his wedding
day he became a grandfather, and be
fore a year had passed he had had
three. Then a child of his own came
to brighten his life again.
Six single infants and three pairs of
twins were born of his second wife.
Strangely enough, all of the twins
died, but with the other six the num
ber of his living children was more
than a score. Meantime others of his
first wife's offspring had married, and
his grandchildren were increasing
more rapidly than his children.
After the death of his second wife he
moved to North Foster and married
is third, and began to rear his third
fatally, of which the latest child Is the
fourc&Bth and of whom eleven are
living.
Material for ar
Daudet's "Kings it Exile
expect could hardly be coliec®cs4 *t_T
where than in Paris, where dethrone!
royalty usually gathers. Yet the little
New Jersey village Bordentown, on the
Delaware, in the vicinity of Tronton,
was years ago the refuge of a banished
king. Napoleon I is reputed to have
said on a certain occasion that if he
ever were forced to leave France he
would make his home in America,
somewhere between Philadelphia and
New York, where news from across
the sea would reach him quickest. Af-
ter the battle of Waterloo -apoleon
and his eldest brother, Joseph, the ex
king of Naples and Spain, had a meet
ing on the island of Aix, a small,
rocky dot in the bay of Biscay, north
of the Gironde river. They parted,
never to meet again, and while Napo
leon surrendered to the English, to
close his career at St. Helena, Joseph,
under the name of M. Bouchard,'
boarded the brig Commerce for tha
American shore. Three times the ves
sel was searched by British naval of—
fleers, but she arrival, with "M. Bou-:il||
chard" aboard, July/15, 1815, safely atiijj'
New York. The fugitive king traveled'.
for a while and finally he settled ia
the vicinity of Trenton under the nanis
o£ a Count De Lervilliers. It was aiv ^S?
ideal, beautiful spot which Joseph Bon
ij^^parte pur^yy^d near Bordentown.
or—Uks civile"" ifif
formed fy a meandering creek and 'i-i—"J"?,
on a steep hill overlooking tha Dela- ||1
ware, known as Point Breeze, the ex- vifi|
iled king built his magnificent home,
which soon became known to thosai
who passed up and down the river. The
rocky ground, cut up by numeroua
ravines, was changed to an attractive,
park the ravines were bridged, prettyr
little arbors and pavilions were built^^
and an extensive swamp was deepened'
to a wmiature lake. On one end of this
lake a cozy white villa was erected for
Charles Lucien Bonaparte, prince of
Musignano and Canino, a nephew of
Joseph Bonaparte, who had married
the latter's daughter, Zenaide. Village
gossip was very busy with the Count
De Lervilliers, whose identity with the
banished king of Naples and Spain did
not remain a secret very long.
Cuba and Mississippi*
The war census of the island of tha
shows its present population to be sub
stantially the same as the population
of the state of Mississippi, and tacre
are many points of similarity betweea
the two constituencies in the sub livi
sion of the population. The na» iv
born population of Mississippi iln
last census was 1,281,648. The n#
born population of Cuba
1
wa3
nt
Home.
The Sultan of Turkey rises at six,
and after devoting the whole morning
to work with his secretaries, break
fasts at noon. After this he takes a
drive or a row on the lake in his vast
park. At eight he dines, and amuses
himself during the evening with his
family, listening while his daughter
plays on the piano. He is extremely
fond of music. The Sultan dresses like
an English gentleman, but invariably
in a frock-coat, the breast of which
on great occasions is richly embroid
ered and blazing with decorations.
There are over 400 cooks and scul
lions employed in the imperial palace.
Shade of Bonaparte*
The shade of Bonaparte came up to
where Cronje sat smoking. "General,"
began the great Napoleon, "of course,
you came to this Island on an English
ship." "Quite right, general," re
sponded Cronje. "And did you stand
near the rail in bold relief?" "Yes,
general." "And your back was turned
on the officers?" "I think so, general."
"Then the material for the magazines
of future generations is assured."—^
Chicago News.
H" 3*» s, a ,5
...v
Hannibil'c Oratory*
"Forward, my brave men!" shouted
Hannibal,"bejrond the Alps liep Italy."
"Bah, you talk likel sweet glrl gradu
Ate," growledi a Caithieiniaw dolonel
on the genua's staff. on
7
1,296.iCi.
^Colored inhabitants, however, are mom
numerous in Mississippi than in Cuba,
and foreign-born residents are re
numerous in Cuba than in Mississi:
The latter has no larger city .ik
Vicksburg, with a population of 13,000,
whereas the population of Havana is
235.000.
The Sultan
sSi
Wan,
nlbal. cMMPCad the nmaMiaA by
rt Boat* was
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