ESTABLISHED 1800
Volume LXXXVIII.
,GE 0.. WARD ulnar-non,
unansussoows stocit. WALL srsssr,
FAMILY GROCERIES,
ATENTS I
G. R. anneal-01v,
'Washlngton. D. C.
W m" I" U- 5- Guide in Inienlers Mallet Free.
PATENT OFFICE. '
' II. B. CBAUFUBD,
Investment, Real Estate and Insurance,
ROOM 2, MASONIC BUILDING.
E. Whitworth,
T A I L O R ,
AND “(PORTER OF FINE WOOLENS,
58 Wall Street, Norwalk, Conn.
tyia
J. BELDEN 'l-IURI. BUTT,
Attorney and Counselor at Law,
Room No. 4, Up Stairs.
GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK, CONN.
ALEX. S. GIBSON,
Organist of fat Congregational Church, Waterbury,
' Teacher of '
Pianoforte, Organ and Musical
Composition,
Lock Box 39 P 0.. NORWALK, CONN.
ill. L. Iiyiiigton,
Pension amt Patent Attorney,
No. 241 EIGHTH STREET, N. E,
' WASHINGTON, I). C. ”16
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CAPITAL AND ASSETS, $3,002,272.04.
Insures against loss and damage by Fire, on
erms adopted to the hazard and consistent with
he laws of compensation. COWLES at MERRILL,
Sole Agents for Norwalk and Vicinity. .
THE
Norwalk Fire Insurance GO.
If as now completed its
18th SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS YEAR
And has not outstanding a dollar of unpaid losses
or claims for losses. No sound company insures
for less. ‘
W. C. Sriutit'r, Pres, Gso. B. Sr. Jonx. Treas.,
Gan. It. Cowms Secretary.
Expres‘s.
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Low RATES AND PROMPT DELIVERY.
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'No. l Gazette Building.
HOT AND COLD BATHS.
PENSIONS
And GOVERNMENT CLAIMS mv sole busi-
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GEN. WM. NOBLE,
No. 91 sm-rrosn mm, HIMEPOBT,,09.=~.~
II E II It Y ii li- a 8 ,
Restaurant, Cafe ant Smelmn Benn,
Grand Central Station,
420 Smear AND in: Amman, "Nsw Yonk‘
Entrance from waiting room, New York, New
Haven and Hartford railroad. U32
0. E. WILSON,
General Insurance in Iteal Estate Agent
Money to Loan.
Stocks, Bonds, &c., Bought and Sold
and Loans Negotiated at Lowest
Rates of Interest.
ROOM NO. 8 GAZETTE BUILDING
NORWALK. Cons.
F. K 0 C 0 U It.
More han‘l: Tailor, .
Has received a Full Line of Fine Woolens for
srnmeinn snnnnn rain
Which he will make up in
Bliil Stilt ill IIIB Vfll‘l’ LIIWBSI‘PI‘IIIBS.
Satisfaction Guaranteed! '
13 and 15 Main Street, Norwalk,Conn.
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W. H. MEEIIER,
Plnmninn, Steam and Gas Fittinn,
SOUTH NORWALK, CONN.
Sanitary Plumbing, and Ventilation, and
Low Pressure Steam Heating, a Specialty.
PLUMBERS‘ SUPPLIES.
Pipe and Fitting for Steam and Gas.
Agent for the Florida Low Pressure Boiler.
Facilities for Cutting and Threading all Sizes of
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F. W. JAQUI, JR.,
DEALER IN
Stores, Pertaile it Briei-Setiianres
Furnaces and Steam Heaters,
Tin. Sheet Iron, Copper, Wooden, Glass
and Crockery Ware.
Refrigerators and House Furnishing Goods.
Generally. A Full line of
CHILDREN’S CARRIAGES.
Plumbing. Gas and Steam Fitting, and Hot Air
Engineering. Agent for the Richardson
it Boynton Go's.
Furnaces and Ranges,
Also agent for the Economy
:l'rsm do Wanna Am COMBINATION Has-ran
All kinds of Ornamental and Plain Slatetng, Tin
and Shingle Roofing.
Repairing Done by Experienced Workmen
at Short Notice. . ,
53 WALL STREET,
NORWALK. CONN
Geo. H. Raymond, I
Furniture Dealer.
AT THE OLD STAND,
36 MAIN STREET.
A Large Stock of all kinds of Furniture Cheap
for Cash. Also
FURNISHINI UNDERTAKER.
I am prepared to take charge day or night and
furnish everything necessary for the intement of
the dead. Telephone Connection with residence
No. l Berkley Place. lyso
tupon the floor.
MICKEY s'nvms HIS DAD.
The King Pine of Lindsloy’s Wood was
singing an obligato solo. The smaller trees
around him furnished the chorus, but
above the cymbal clanging of the maple's
bare branches, above the chestnnt's
hoarse complaining, above the creaking
of the oak and the whisper of the laurel
bush, sounded the voice of the mighty
Pine, the thunderer. Deep into the bill’s
cresthad he thrust his foot, now moc-
casinod with snow. His foothold was
firm. When the tempest smotehim his
huge body swayed, be tossed his great
arms against the night’s blackness and
sang his song of triumph—a song so deep,
so profound, so awful, that the laurel
bush over which be cast a kindly shadow
in the summer’s noonday trembled
in every limb and expected to be
crushed. But this Goliath of the
woods was not singing. his death
song. He swung back and forth, to be
sure, and never before had the Forest
Chief been called upon for such an e‘fiort
in nature's chorus. But he was equal to
it. All the fibers of his mighty heart
were strained, his clinging toes were
loosened from the rock, his great, sway-
ing, sinewy arms writhed in agony. But
each pendant, slender needle did double
duty, and when their 1,000,000 «rustlings
were united the deep toned, reverberant
voice of the King Pine was as the hoarse
thunder of the sea. It was only at inter-
vals that the pine roared. There were
were times when his voice was a lullaby,
soft and soothing as that he had sung on
summer afternoons when crows perched
inhis hair and called to their mates In
Stumpy field. For three days did the
King Pins shake the Wood with his thun-
der tones and bush it to rest with his lul-
laby. Then the great maestro decreed the
festival at an end. He leashed the winds.
He tore the black clouds into fragments.
He sent down the silent‘sunbeams to start
the sap flowing In the veins of the King
Pine. And be, this Hercules of the forest,
tossed his green crest and sang low,
“3“” :ymphoples. a ii- a
Scarcely a stone’s throw from the King
Pine stood the Finn shanty. When the
great storm came Mr. Finn was ill of a
fever. 0n the Sunday night when the
storm began, early in the evening Mrs.
Finn had left her husband's bedside and
gone to the backdoor to- look at the sky.
As she lifted the latch a gust of’wind
swept around the corner of the house and
dashed a deluge of rain‘in her face. Mrs.
Finn shook her boerlckey, who was
asleep in the rocking chair before the fire.
"Wake up, b’y,” said she. “Th’ night
is as black as a drove iv black hogs, an’
th' rain's comin’ down in washtubs full.
Hav' ye th’ nanny in th' cellar?"
“No, mother," replied Mickey sleepily,
rubbing his eyes and yawning, “she’s out
in her barrel forninst th’ fines.”
“Ah, th’ dear!" replied Mrs. Finn.
“An’th’ wather peltin’ her! Share her
milk’ll be all wather in th’ mornln’. Bring
her in th’ cellar; that’s a dear, where she’ll
be dhry.” ’
Mrs. firm had forgotten to mention the
billy, probably because he had no lscteal
value and possibly on account of his un-
dignified conduct on one or two memorable
occasions. But little Mike didn’t forget
him. After he had rescued the nanny
from her leaky barrel he went back after
her consort. The elements, however, had
not subdued the billy’s spirit, and it was
only after half an hour of desperate strug-
gling that the Obstinate old he goat was.
locked in the cellar and the latch fastened.
Even then he batted the door in a vain
effort to regain his freedom. Mickey's
shins were barked in the struggle, his
hands were cut and his trousers torn.
Mrs. Finn raised her hands in horror
when-her boy returned. _
“Arrah, bad luck t’ that black divvlo
th’ shillooye nut-Ulla wnm he dhruv'ye'
, sgin the fines! Masha, take th’ ax an’
hate in the :head iv him like a. keg o' nails!
Do, Mickey, that's a dear; th' murthcrin’
.vagabone'si Luk at th’ way he’s spillin’
yer heart’s blood au’ peelin' yer shins!
Faith, I’ll blow him up wid nitro-glycer-
.ane th‘ morrer, so Iwill, sn’ I’ll be let
livel”
But Mickey only laughed. He liked a
goat of spirit, he said, and so be washed
his wounds and seated himselfbcfore the
fire to mend his trousers, he being
"mighty handy wid th’ nadle," as Mrs.
Finn had told Mrs. O'Brien more than once.
Mrs. Finn resumed her-vigil beside, her
sick husband, and Mickey dropped asleep
lntho chair with his feet on the stone
hearth.
At 12 o'clock Mr. Finn called feebly for
water, and when he had cooled his
parched tongue Mrs. Finn parted the cur-
tain and looked out upon the night. The
wins‘badveered and the rainwas from
into snow. The flakes flew against the
pane and melted, leaving little wot trails
behind them as they ran downward. The
shutters began to bang and the frail door
'to groan on itslhinges. as the shoulder: of
the storm heavedjafgainst‘lt. As the gels
inch theisn'o‘v‘ri forcedilts way beneath
the door and formed into a little drift.
The invisible fingers of
the wind tore a brick from the chimney
top and dashed it rattling down the loose
shingles. Little Mike awoke with a start
and joined his mother in the sick room.
She was kneeling before a crucifix at
the head of the bed in prayer. As the
wind rose higherand higher the shanty
rocked on its foundation.‘ Mingled with
the howling of the tempest was .the
plaintive ma-a-a-a of the nanny goat in
the cellar and the thudsof the blly’s
head against the cellar door as he tried to
regain his freedom. All through the ter-
rors of the succeeding ,two hours Mike
Finn slept. At least his wife thought
him asleep, until she touched his feet
while arranging the bed clothes, _ and
found them as cold as the snow drift upon
the floor. .
The storm was forgotten. The immi-
nent danger of the toppling shanty was
unheeded. Her husband was dying.
While death was gnashlng at them from
the outside, that devoted wife and son
worked to drive the grim terror from the
inside. Mickey replenished'the fire. He
heaped it high with wood until the sparks
flew out of the chimney and mingled
with the eddying snowflakes. Mrs. Finn
heated fiannels and placed hot irons at her
Insens’ibte husband’s feet. Together she
and her boy forcedhis mouth open- and
poured brandy down his throat, at least
half of the fiery liquor being spilt on the
pillow. The chimney fell with a crash,
but they .worked on and heeded it not.
The drift on the floor had been getting
higher and anoccasional flurry of snow
came in between the rattling sashes. And
still the. mother and .boy fought against
the black angel whose wings were hover-
ing over the inscnsible figure on the bed.
Mrsfi Finn’s face was bathed in tears, but
no cries escaped her lips. Little Mike.
with shining eyes and pallid lips, ranback
and forth between the bedroom and the
kitchen, carrying hot fiannels, now rub-
bing his father’s icy hands, and. then
- cheering his mother with hopeful words
until the reluctant . blood began tolfiow,
ands. faint color,.such as heraldsaoom-
lug dawn, flashed the pale face upon the
pillow. But ‘Mrs. Finn knew that the
crisis was not yet passed.
ders, 'sh'e ‘ told him to‘ leak" into her face.
And there they stood In that darkened
room, looking into, each other's eyeswith
the fireligh't throwing its flickering
shadows over them. “Whisper! D'ye
think could ,yo._,get..th’ docther? He's
cowld around his heart yet, and he’ll dis
tight th’ mornin’ if th' docther's not here
will his drugs!” _ ,
“Yis, mother, yis. I'll git him!" said
little Mike, simply, the color on his face
deepening and his heart beating a wild
tattoo against his ribs;
“Now, quick! put on yer father’s boots.
wrap this shawl 'round yer shoulders, put
.on yer father’s gloves, ant-an” (Mrs
Finn’s voice trembled) “'God bowld yo,
me by!” ,
Mrs. Finn stooped down and kissed her
son. She pressed him to her ,heaving
‘ ‘ auemhraccwlt‘tehwas so 0‘”.
avid 1.1.2 arrange horns! Fm, didn’ll_,1,h0IP.. L
- binge.
“Whisper, Mickey," said she, closing -
the bedroom door softly behind her. PM 5"
ins her rough, rod hands uponf'hia {slum}. ’2
I
j
thit he‘ gas’ped‘ 16F b‘rea‘th: 7Tben he want
out into the night and the door was shut.
Mickey stepped into a snowdrlft up to
his neck when he left the stdop. As he
fioundemd out of this fieecy quicksand be
rounded the corner of the shanty and was
banged against the fence. stunned and
breathless. How he got into the mad he
never knew. Hers the wind had car-
romed down from the Catskills and swept
the road as clean as a hm floor after a
threshing. But that awful gale beat
upon him like a hail of carpet tacks. It
stung his flesh even through his trousers.
But Mickey set his teeth together hard
and zigzagged up the old point road like
a vessel beating in a. head wind until
he reached the shelter of a friendly hilL
Here he encountered the snowdrlfts
again. They rose before him like succes-
sive escarpments. He scaled those packed
hard by the wind. He struggled through
others like a lifeboat through the billows.
When he reached the doctor’s door he
was so nearly exhausted that he could
only reach the ball by crawling on his
hands and knees. Hojerked the bell card
so vigorously that the bell rang like a fire
alarm through the silent halls. Then he
listened. For five minutes-there were no
sounds of life in the house. Then a lamp
twinkled at the head of the stairway,
which he could‘soe as he peered through
the keyhole. There was a patter of slip-
pered feet in the hallway. The big door
swung open and the vicious wind dashed
in and blew out the light. '
"Who’s there?" said a voice.
“It’s me,” was the reply.
“Who's me?”
“Mickey Ii‘lnn." ‘
"Why, my little follow, what are you
doing out on such an awful night as this?"
said the doctor, as he closed the door be-
hind the snow boy who entered.
Mickey couldn't reply at first, he shivcred
so. Besides, his eyelids were fringed with
ice work, and a mask of ice was over his
face. There was a big lump in his throat,
too, as he stammered out:
"M-mdn-e fader's d-d-dyln’, sir. . An'
would yo come?" '
Mickey brushed the ice from his lashes
and looked at the doctor with his scul In
his big brown eyes. The physician’s eyes
grow moist as he gazed upon that eager
face, but outside he heard the. throbbing
and the howling of the tempest. He hesi-
tated. '
“Couldn’t you wait till morning,
Mickey?"
”No, sir; mo fadcr'll be dead aginth’
moruin’, av ycz don't come, air."
The doctor looked again at the patient, -
expectant figure before him, with ., its
frozen ears standing out whitely on either
side of the head, with its shoulders cov-
cred with a thin Paisley shawl, and con-
trusted his big brawny figure with that
of the lad before him. Then he said:
“Yes, Mickey, I'll go.”
The doctor drew on his rubber boots.
He muflled his neck with a shawl. His
hands were encased in sealskin loves.
Before theyflwent out, however, t a doc-
tor made ckey drink two cups of hot
coffee, which the boy swallowed at a gulp,
so anxious was he to return. How they
reached the shanty the doctor has never
been able to tell clearly. Ho only knows
now that the boy was always ahead and
ever shouting encouragement.
Day was breaking when they reached
the shanty and tumbled inside, accom-
panied by an avalanche of snow. The
doctor had arrived inthe nick of time. By
the aid of powerful stimulants Mr. Finn
was brought up out of the shadows, and .
at 8 o'clock was pronounced out of imme-
diate dangzr. '
When rs. Finn and her son heard
these glad ti they had another hug-
gin match in t a kitchen, while the doc-
tor ooked smilin ly on. As none of his
comrades could reached to whom he
could impart the joyful news, Mickey ro-
palred to the cellar to inform the billy.
This grim, silent. bold fellow had been
standin at the cellar-door all night long-
' As Mickey advanced
. , . . headlining mt.—
reared on his hind legs and——
When Mickey reenter-ed the shanty a
few minutes later his ears were full of
snow and there was a gash in the knee of
histrousers.
A look of indignation came into Mrs.
Finn’s face. She said:
"That black divvlo’s at his ould trlcks
wid.his wicked horns. Mickey, where's
th' ax?”
1' l ‘I 'I G I
The sun- kissed the King Pine,_thcsouth
wind breathed gently in n him;s'n'd his
voice was as soft est a dove's when it
goos for its mate—Now York Evening
an.
“WORKING ' ON ' SPACE."
Results of Paying for Newspaper Work
“by the Yank—rho Bohemiau’s'lopa.
One of the most demoralizing features
of newspaper work is the space system as
it is practiced in many newspaper offices.
It maybe the cheapest for the paper, but
it is' neither fair to tha' writer-nor the
public. Underthe space system the man
who knows enough to stop when he gets
through has no show. The successful
writer is the man who can reel his story
of! through a wearying eternity of ver‘
.and who has the skill to write so
that it is dimcult to: cut his-matter down.
Thus {the public, which;;pays fortfhepo-
pars, frequently gets a minutely circum-
stantial and heavily padded account of
some matter which might well be con-
densed'into sfew lines. Quality does
not seem to enter into the question, and
’brains are sold, like calico," by the, yard,
and they do not bring much better prices
in some markets, either. The supply of
wordy writers has becomeso much in, ex-
cess of the demand that space rates have
steadily gone lower and lower. ’ "
It is the conscientious men, too, who
suffer most. The writer, honest to ' his
.pspcr sndhimsclf, who writes : his story
for all it is worth—sud no more—ls handi-
. capped by the facile ”fakir,” who has'tho
knack of writing columns and saying
nothing. Again, the unfairness of the
space-rulc-is seen in the fact that inmost
ofiices the writer has no guarantee”: to
.thasfzs of type-his matter may health.
It may beg'in’leaded and run down to
solid, or a story may be finished in a
smaller face of type if the exigencies of
makou demand it. The Harper's sys-
tem of 10 a thousand words is fairer,
and, in a weekly publication, is the only
methodof fair compensation whichcan
be made.
But the great objection is the element
of chance in the space system, which tends
. to demon-slice the working newspaper man
and keep him poor. His “string” may
only measure up $20 this week, but there
is always the glowinghope of a “big sen-
;Lsa't’ion" next week, which will run it up
"into the eighties or hundreds.
As a mat-
ter of fact, the working journalist makes
as much money as the average young pro-
fessiohal man. But his business makes
him a gambler in spite of himself. He is
always looking for a change in .his luck.
He may stumble on too “big story" to-
morrow, which will pay all his "debts and
enable him to take a vacation besides. It ,
is not from choice that.there are so many
Bohemians in journalism. ' f'f'h'ey ’ ' giara 1
their work. The ambition to who” 3
papers has been one cause of'frtho" ‘
system. The value of a newspa ’. ..
come to be. judged, not by ' the ‘amp
news ltvcontaius,.but~tbyithog-u
pages ttsnewsitcms-arestretchod , ,, .-
covsr. , ~When news is beatsn'outfiueom
so much space, likogold loaf, it beam
very thin—The Journalist. ‘ :
'Not suction“
During the recent: reign of : Bprcaagths :
- sidewalks of ,a‘ccrtain villsgowarc cov-
ered with - a coating of fee which made
veryigoodiskating. Kittietookad outage
official-{and called caskets. at." th house
;; eta-Timid friend. A fresh . importation
mnemonic commoner“, the door.
and 'gsasingwho "lt' was'cried out to her
mistress: ‘ "on, ., Miss men, oh, Miss
Edith, here’s Miss Kittie wants to see you
with sleds on her feeti"-—Hsrper’s Bazar.
Phase of the “Faith Cur-o.”
The blood of 'dying gladiators in the
ancient nmphitheatres was popularly bo-
lisved to be a remedy for the “falling
sickness," or epilepsy. It was eagerly
drunk while still warm by atho sufierers
from the, malady. The practice denounced
by Celsus as a “miserum auxilium," has
not died out even in the Nineteenth cent-
ury. Des Etsnges, in his edition of the
Roman Hippocrates (Paris. 1846), men-
tions the then recent case of an old epilep-
tic woman in Sweden who, on the occa-
sion of a criminal being ‘gufllotined, was
seen atthe foot ofthescaffold ready,
when the head was severed from the body,
no plan e into the blood yet reeking'from
the vic m, a piece of bread she had. des-
tined'for hcr- cure—Chicago News.
L9,.»
forcedtdBohcmia by the meni'vtfhoibny . :
)‘tho other bookcase.
CAPITAL INTERVIEWS.
CROFI‘UT’S CHATS WITH DISTIN-
GUISHED MEN.
Senator Vanco's Bath-Roomu-Judgo La-
mar in His New Homo-«Gamma! Joe
Johnston Talks About Old Times-n
What Senator Evan-ts Thinks of News-
papers.
(Fi-nm Our Regular Cur-respondent)
WASHINGTON, April 9. —At length the
warm and northward-wheeling sun has
brought the Spring to Washington : tem-
pestuous March has fled away and April
wears the hood of May.
Across the hundred miles of about
“here sen-led elms each other greet,
The leaves grow greener hour by hour,
Expanding to the splendid bower.
Through wandering park and shagly hall
The feathered bards each other e ,
Whore summer trails its fragrant vino,
And hyacinth and tulip shine.
The jasmine on Mount Vernon’- tomb
Lifts up its galaxy of bloom,
And midgets of the sunshine sup
Within the golden butter-cup.
Wild daisies creep to blossoming‘;
And thrilling with sweet juices found,
The rootlets of the roses sing
or resurrection under ground.
The Senate still goes droning on,
But Spring has come to Washington.
Perhaps that is enough of that-or
too much? .
But, really: it is not generally known
how much room there is in Washington
for flowers and foliage. The city has
more than tvnce as much area in streets
and parks as any other city in the world
—twice as much even as Paris or Berlin
More than half of its entire area is in
streets—or 53 per cent.—-nud nearly half
of the remainder is in ptiblid£ijks So
from March to‘ October the pital is a
rare theatre of umbragcous and blossom-
int: beauty.
. However, let that pass; folks are more
interesting than things.
GEN. Josnmt E. JOHNSTON.
Fe \v men in the world eighty-
thrco years old possess the vigor
and agility of Gen. Joseph E.
Johnston. United States Commissioner
of Railroads, lie is 5 feet 8 1-2 inches
high. weighs 165 pounds and is as brisk
and sure-footed as a man of thirty.
I saw him run and loop on a street-
celerlty
that
he may zeta slice of the next century.
t-z-t: the other day displaying a
and accuracy of step that indicate
' lie is straight as an Indian.
.lnimstcn is Jeff Davis's bete noir.
lie was in command of West Palm: in
February. 1861, and was the ranking
MW" “who left the. Federal army, being
General, but Jeff Davis, on‘account of a
former hostility, tippointed Col. 'A. '
Johnston. Col. It. « '. Leo and others to'
be his seniors. in violation of «law. This
normality accounts for the bitterness
with which Davis and his ablest com
.nandcr still regard each other. Davns
-s a your younger than Johnston. but the
induces are that lie Will die first. ‘
Davis is bitter and petulant. Johnston
. serene and sunny. lie is not broken
down itt'ull. physically or mental} '. lie
is unshavcn but wears moustac c and
heard neatly trimmed: is a man of gen-
tlemanly bearing. genteel appearance and
agreeable voice. and his sharp hazel eye
and firm hand vouch for the possesswn
of unspent years. ,
I called on him at his office the other .
day. and took the liberty of congratulat-
ing him on being so Vigorous.-
“ Yes.” he said: “ I am well. My si-
tion and occupation are agreeable an my
life comfortable. I am of tough stock.
his; gather was a, moltitionarfiyggoldier.”
n“ ,_ 03 m limp}: _ fjvou
mos . , , -. .-
mas o. it’ was myfia‘ther," he. persisted.
“ My grandfa‘ her was then too old for
service. , He had reached the age of 52
before he married. \Vhen he was 53 my
father was born. and about 50 cars
after that I myself was be . was
the ninth child. So there was more than
a century between my grandfather's birth
and mine. and our three lives bid fair to
span almost two centuries. father
ran avvay from college, joined Ligzlg
l-Iorse Harry, and fought through the
volution.” . . .
. Gen. Johnston thinks_Davis too nar-
row-minded and egotistical to conduct;
tiny people through a. great war. and-says
the reason why he disobeyed the fa -
tive Presidt nt’s last order is that it loo -
ed only to the defense of himself and Ig-
nored the welfare of the soldiers.
ounnnwaummsunon.-
On Wednesday evening I went up to
Twenty-first street, near the fashionable
Dupont Circle where the foreign lega~
tions congregate, and called at the resi-
dencc where. Mr. Justice Lamar-[has es,
.tablished himself. ‘ j
" It is a brand-new swell-front house}?
20x70. three stories and basement, big
enough for a family of ‘a dozen. ’To oo-
oopy it there are only Judge Lamar and
the
last year, as L. .
l - /
sweetheart 0 his youth, the bride
, C. Lamar, in, and his
accomplished WI 0 and his pretty sister
and her young husband have all swarm-
ed. and now occupy other hives. It is
of
finished in native woods throughout,
Without paint. and gracefully adapts it.-
_ self to a variant furnishing. In the bay-
window. is a life-size crayon rtrait
of the Judge. from the deft ban of his
daughter-in-law, and rcallv a perfect
likeness and a rarely excellent work, of
art. The parlor wall is not crowded,
but shows some good pictures and a
handsome porcelain plaoque. e din-
ing-room adjoining _is equipped with
antique ebony furniture, very heavily
carved, and on the walls are some good
French prints of Venetian pictures.
The Judge came from the up r floor,
with some written folios in gigs hand
which he said was “a case.” He has
fully entered on his duties and is en-
iragcd at home this week. as all the
judges are, in the examination and (18°
cision of assigned causes. I congratu-
lated hiiIn On his obvioltlis return to ro-
hea and strcn .
bug‘Yesfl “he said; fitmy health was
never better. Tho work is very steady
and exacting. but it is most pgreeabie,
and I was never before so satisfactorily
employed. Lamar has nowfliomed
me from Georgia, and we are putting our
own house in order—really for the first
time. We shall staylicre till we go to
'the White Mountains in July—an-outin
L‘compelled by Mrs. Lamu’s hay-fever.
At this point a mulatto appeared from
«above and asked where he should put
When the direc-
tions had been given. I asked Judge La-
mar if he saved his books through the
war.
“ Most of them in some shape,” he
said. “but during its expcsure, my li-
brary of some thousand _volumes lost, I
suppose, about half of its real utility.
I had an Encyclopaedia Britannica, for
instance, and whole books have been cut
out of it. The soldiers had a good
deal of leisure on their hands, and when
they wanted to study. geology, for in-
stance. they went and out the article on
and carried it of! with them. I had Au-
dubon’s “Birds of America,’ too, rather
rare at that time, and when an ~es
soldier fancied-.1; bird. ,
out'to- stick up in his tent. _I found
the volume, afterwards, at a neighbor's,
in a badly dismantled condition. Both
Confederate ‘a‘nd _ . s __
.billcted on my house, and I dont know
which made deprcdations on my library—
both of them, probably. Oh, yes, I have
a good many such souvenirs ofthc war
whic I-sh'ould be better satisfied if the
war and not left its imprint quite so
heavy on.” ,
At the Judge’s suggestion we adjourn.
ed to tho dining-room “ to t a cracker.”
He produced a bottle of fadeira mark-
ed “ 1855,” with the remark. “ That bot-
tlo was in-n Savannah gun-ct through-
out the war. During those ,olddays l
was a connoisswrof wines, and prime
old Madeira I was fond of—its heaven]
flavor and its body of delicious fruit-
from all luxuries-dropped them as easily
as one can drop a summer friend. at
now ane'old neighbor who to embers old
times. sends mo this distillat on of years
and sunshine.” '
It was. indeed, a royal and heart-
wtumlw' m n ..
9-,...
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An Enterprising Republican Journal, especially devoted to Local
'NORWALK, OONN., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 25, 1888.
t’
he would cat’sit ~-
Federal soldiers were _‘
ness—but when I got poor I swore off"
Neiv‘VS and Interests.
: ZET
TWO DOLLARS AMYEAR
j'iN‘llmber 17.
.o-ouo .
“rummage Lamar, us I had alréhd
told Judge Field. that, 'if he would tel
no how the Court was going'to decide
.the telephone case. I would give him half
gncoéilg {Rake out of it: I’ll-2.}!!! insisted
as can in 't0 itch
and laughinglgv dchliilhdpos I1 joke
zun. vmcn's nun—nook.
Yesterday I climbed into a herdi, c after
the Senate flag was pulled down. and
found myself by the side of Senator
Vance, who was going up town. After a
{3w words about the weather, I asked
- in what ro'ect he had in hand,‘ i -
tag to bill: bdfore Congress. a lad
id‘To getback to the lovelymountain
file? Efihfaroflna a: soouas possi-
to tatIhad eardofhisd
lightful home at Asheville on the slopg
of the Blue Ridge. .
“ That region is going to become the
watering-place of the continent, ” he
sat “for Southerner-sin summer and
‘°'« It??? “' ‘if'im' ' '. m 1
qu rura suppose 58 .
“You'd think so‘ if you 'could go
there! ” he'oxolaimed.‘“ Rural} lo?
Restful? Secluded from the “
should think so! When I want to take
a bath and need to be entirely. alone
where nobody will see me, I go out into
the front yard! The backtm-won't
do, for that opens off theikl . ”And
the Senator sighed audibly. for the frant-
yard boudoir and bath-room. .3, ' '
‘l'l' MIGHT HAVE nuns.-
Oan anyone imagine what rt of an
editor William Maxwell EV? sent, or
Senator from the ‘Entpirc‘Stitile, 'v‘blilii
have made ? . ' ‘
night, to learn what the etude-man
thought'of’onc or two things t-ln'tt nown.
days agitate the newspapers if not the
public. _ e, '
A sable-faced doorboy with u', voice- of
velvet u'nhcsitatin ly led mcr‘rllnbo tin
parlor where Mr. varts sat lu-‘a love
. (
‘l
I — - ///
/ .
\, . _ "b,
rocking chair before a. glowipg, grate, his
feet on the fender and-his No.4 slippers
dangerously. close to thecoals.
“ I marvel daily.” said Mr. Evarts,
after we. given the weather a gentle
obi-urgation,‘ “ at the newspaper press.
It is a fact in our national progress that
I cannot comprehend. »It is now fifty
years since I: graduated from Old Yale
and stood on the threshold of life casting
about for something "to do. had
obeyed the law 9f my environment 1
should have studied three yeats'longer
and become a clergyman.”
There wash slight pause in Mr. Evarts’
meditation in which I conjured- before
my mind’s eye a picture of this great
lawyertlaunching a. petition to the throne
of Grace at Thursday evening ‘ prayer
meeting in the presence of twentyc ~ish-
S.‘ .Ioners sitting. heressud them onxbe ches
that ‘ would have iacccmmodatcd {three
““icireigirdi 1 l '11" m.. I
‘ .v - e t ca ell,” med-Mr.
Evarts. f' and medicine'failedtp hive at-
tractions ‘-=foi- une. v 1,..sbou't'd have :made
a sorry figur‘ofdiagnog‘iingaa case of—.mca~
sles ,or-proscnibing for whpoping—cou‘gh.
I‘ho‘ onrlqvl‘ way forward—for me has the
law. re. wen-no éncwspapcrs, ~one
might say. in those'dors... The..proprie‘-
tor of .a_ job _- printing-plofiice- was! uSually
the editor and he wrotosnoth rig for his
paper except long poht'call'cssays that
were called editorials. ' ' cm; ‘of his mat-
her was sheared from foreign magazines
and quarterhes. The most important
news in the aversgopaper of 1837 ap-
peared in the advertisements of the ar-
rival and departure of mail packets,
stages and sea-going vessels. Journalism
was by no means a profession then and
my thoughts never turned to. it any
:2“? than they did to the missionary
- --"i"“ulli 'IIIIFmall'um vouch Til men"
would 'be such a magical-develop but as
American journalism has achieved for it-
self in the last quarter of a century. I! -
l had. I think I should have chosen
Journalism as my profession rather than
low. We used to think in Mr. Greelcy's
time there was a Titan's power in news-
paper editorials. but now we see the real
power of the press. is in action rather
than reflection. It is in telling the news
quickly and truthfully. There may vet
be an unknown untried form of this
mighty power of the press that in the >
next quarter century will send news-tell-
ing one paco to the rear.”
‘ W. A. Caorrnr.
Driving claim at Once.
London has rarely seen such a smart
and pretty young circus rider as Jean:
O'Brien. 'who,ridcs and drives thirty-
two horses at the Hippodrome. Jenny
is coming over to America soon and ex-
, pects to reap a harvest that would make
Mathew Arnoldmnd Mrs. Longtry jeal-
ous. Jennie earns a handsome income
and has $100,000 at interest. Besides
this she been handsome husbands She~
is on the sunny side of thirty and hopes
soon_to retire from the ring. Although
she 13 Jenny to everybody who knows
her. she is proud .of being a Mrs. and
,likes to be called Mrs. O'Brien. She is
a true Irish Iassie.
“ I began early.” sai Mrs. O’Brien; in
a recent interview. -“ very early.- I can--
not remember'whenzvfirsti'l wastput on
horseback, for I was-born so to speak,
in ,tlic‘ ro‘fcssion. My father hado cir-
cus of its own, and'as'far back as I can _
.cinr other the imusioof the band and the
glitter 'of the lights were never absent.
When I was about_ x I made my first
appearance,,in the ring. I was- a little
mite then,“'and was strapped on in order
to go- through my part. I- very soon learnt
to dispense with the straps, and I made
my debut as a rider standing on horse-
back when I Wns seven.”
How Emperor Fritz Talks.
The notion that Emperor Fritz of
Germany was undergoing, a dangerous-
surgical operation when tracheotomy
was performed on his throat was ill-
founded. But for the dangerof further
cancerous growth the operation would
have been of slight consequence. People
have lived to be com enarians after it.
‘It is estimated that t era are hundreds
of people in the world who have under-
gone it and for
years have been
almost uncon-
-scious of. the
inconveniences
caused by i
The patient is
, obliged to wear
constantly in ‘
his larynx or
wtndpi , a sil-
vcr tu c. which
ends at the sur- ,
face of the neck
in an artificial
aperture ‘pro-
tected by a. all-
ver wire screen ~-
and sometimes, .
by a film of
Sponge for the ‘
rurpo'se of
co ing out im-
pu ties afioat in
thetair. The op-
eration makes ~_- 3 ,
very lettle drain -~ .. -.¥~
upon the) vital , : ' : .
force of the patient.. is Quickly _ per-
formed and occasions almoaa; no loss‘of
nienoe caused in speakin, 'gwheu [onclhas
finally recovered. ha woul 1“ ,be
aware of the presence in. his throat of the
silver tube. The vocal.-co are not
supplied with. breath from the lungs and
it. is impossible to utter a sound without
placing the finger upon the end of_the
silver tube so as to forced-he air in unto
the larynx and out through the oath.
Even then the voice never again has its
natural resonance and force. It is ex-
tremely husky and gutters]. the vocal
cords being dry and-hardened. and-the
volume of air being effected by the res-
cues of the‘sllver'tube.‘ Elnperor it:
while speaking puts his forefinger on the
end of the silvertnbe which comes to
the surface underneath his heavy blou
board. a little to'theileft offtlie. Adam s
. B t'for the-more than usu
3'12}th spgnds his time very much as
he always has.
Foutaine’s Care. Sold by all druggists.
4
I rang Mr. Evnrts’ door- lieIlLTgliitfltothcr'
’8Ahl” he said to
i'othcr‘“ Alcott
-be 80, no very lar inferences of t
.i‘i.
blood. If it were not ‘for the. inconvc- ,
apple, and slowly and hoarsely utters.
Hay fever, Asthma. iIi‘ninediate relief._
GOTHAM [mnmnvrmws
“JEROME” CAPTURES A. SQUAD 0F
WELL-KNOWN PEOPLE.
Posthumous Talks Wlth tho Alcottsu-
Mayor Hewitt Spins a Yarn Between Vo-
toos-Lnst Landmark of the Brown Bread
Philanthropic“ of Forty Years Ago.
(From Our Regular Correspondent)
New YORK, April 8.—Spring comes late,
but it really is coming—as the jug said of
the molasses.
Going up town Wednesday evening
about 0.30 on the Elevated road, I found
myself side by side with Mayor Hewitt,
whom I kpew well in Congress and have
talked with many times since he took-the
curule chair of Manhattan. To my ex-
pression of surprise that he should be
down at the City Hall so late, he said:
“ Why not ? There is abundant work
to do. I enjoy the office much, in spite
of its exactions, or, perhaps, because of
them." /
. “ You seem to enjoy upsetting tradi-
tions,” I said, having in mind his ab-
rupt refusal to review the St. Patrick’s
Day procssion.
j'l confess that I do,” he answered.
“ such, , traditions as such Mayors as
New lurk has nerally had have created
and transmtt . I have opened the win-
dows and am tryin to fumimte the air
that. demagogues 0 both parties have
breathed so long. I am not afraid‘of Ili-
{31:59, for I will not pander to votemakr
.t can tainted Mr. Hewitt-on return--
hen th. -
" Nod”. he‘said, “ my health will never
return. I have slce teas nights and an.
comfortable days. at I never wished so
much to have good health as now, for I
am 'in a poston where an honest purpose
gagged by physzcal strength, can do much
“ Some of your letters have made 9
sensation,” I said.
" When the street is full of folks who
follmv only Zigzag courses,” heanswcred,
laughinp. “ the man who seems eccentric
is he \\ I.) walks simply on in a straight
' path." '
_ " The I .a or 1: on are not going to nom-
inate you for the pusndency,” I ventured
to say.
“ No, I trust not,” he replied. “ My
wit
1 have-always worked
interests and my sympathies are all
mrn who :wm-k.
hard mysc f: we have kept thousands at
work for years at a loss; and my wish is
to help. m-tke men self-reliant and self
supra-sting. But Trades-Unions are an
il'ISIIITt‘I‘aIJIC tyranny, and boycotting is a
clinic to be suppressed. '
“ How about rich men 2’” I asked
“ Men who get rich by stealin on t
of course to be punished, ” he sat . “ at
a millionaire in not necessarily a thief by
a gnnti deal. and great aggregations of
wealth are not necessari , or usually, in-
iurious to the community. What resi-
dences can be rented cheapest in this,
city? Why Astor’s; because he owns
' 2000 of them and does a wholesale busi-
ness.” -.
The Mavor said that Trusts ought to
be prevent-:davhen they were in the na-
ture ofcpnspiracies, but that the present
competitive-system of labor and of trade
would continue to dominate our civill-
zntion. _ ,
At this moment he left me at 236
street, and moved through the station at
quick step.
Mr. Hewitt looks older than he did,
ind a little thinner. He has the eager
. eye and vigorous face of the nervous-bil-
ious roots, and will have his hand on
work as lon as he is alive. n
The'last t me I met Louise Alcott, the
story-writer, at one of Mrs. Bunce’s teas,
I asked her between the toast and the
salad, “ What are you doing now?”
She turned upon me a quizzical and
laughing face. and. with something of
irony .in her tone answered “ I am very
busy eduSt now. I am selling the old dis~
card stories that publishers sent back
to pie efore I wrote ‘Little Women.”
‘_Is fair to‘take such advantage of
their innocence ?” I asked, catching her
mocking spirit. .
“ Yes, it is perfectly moral in every
res ct," she wept on. “ I felt and I
fee that the stories were worth printing
and that they were declined merelv or
man because I was not known. w
that am known I deliberately pull
them out of their coffins, and where I
marked ‘ tree _31 0’ in the corner, I joy-
ously ad a cipher—that’s nothing—and
make it ‘price 8100) And the publish-
ers send my well worn manuscri t to the
ner'mver'tlfnaaapkm-mmewhmk, ”out,
take a malignant pleasure in it.
When Miss Al- » '
oott- died the
other day, at the
very moment
when was tak-
ing lace the fu- '
nets of her dis—
tinguished fath-
‘er, "Bronson Al-
cott, I recalled
the many times
I hadmet them
both, an d the
queer. a n d .c c-
centric lives.
the led.
I e was a good.
school - teacher, ’. -
but it was the only practilpal thin he
ever did in his life. I o co aske an
o inion about him of Mrs. Hester S.
winnelle, an intimate friend of the Or-
hlc Oracle, and she said “II-1e was a pro-
found cgotrsfi and dogmatist; very svm-
pathetic and kindip; and there-was inst
about as much rep .phliosoohv in his ut-
terances as there is in mop my dreams.”
I ran’mmbcr Gcorgc Rip ey as g to
me once in the Tribune office ‘f , nson,
Alcott virus in here to-dny in a linen suit.
That’s his latest oiuzy notion.” It was
December and there was snow on the
ground. He went around that month
lecturing on- the to of wearing woolen
clothes of any fun and insisted that
linen was the best for all seasons.
He was a stain nt vegetarian, and had
a feeling that a l meatcutcrs were in-
ferior ‘ animals, gorginfi and brutal.
I rs. winnelle, whet
she set out beef35teak for breakfast, “ It
is ful to kill these inoffensive crea-
tures, but it is doubl dreadful to put on
our table that w ch cannot sing.”
.Ieaning, probably, that birds would, at
least, be poetical._ . ' _
Insth'e very midst of his vegetarian
vagaries he was attacked by small-pox,
without, .apparently, having been , ex-
‘ ed to it. His carnivorous friends
ughed heartil and shouted to one un-
s got down to first rin-
ciples and now he has caught sma -pox
by spontaneous combustion!”
I remember Miss Alcott as a familiar
figure in the hospitals of Wash in
in
during the war. She was then thirty,
and I once heard her father say “ Louise
has never tasted-of any kind of meat or
of tea 'or coffee.” When she fell into ill-
health and went to live in» Europe, some
of the caviling carnivora said “.Tbat's
what comes of eating vegetables!” But
as she lived to be 56 and her fatherhzg
sort can be deduce om the net results.
‘ Speaking of the Alcotts recalls the his-
toric Graham House on Barclay streets
How it throvc under the old ve tartan
about 1850! Graham himse f live
there and inculcated his preposterous
bran-bread moralit . Oliver Johnson,
now the oldest surv vat of the 1830 abo-
litionists. boarded there. Horace Gree-
ley boarded there. and was there intro-
duced to that other worshi r aLthe
shrine of bran-bread. Miss C ene . who
became his wife. , There Brady. t e pho-
tographer. met his fate—and his ruin.
believe Charles A. Dana stopped there for
a time. and I am sure that George Wil-
liam Curtis and Margaret Fuller were
inmates of this curious and depressing
institution. It lost its name twenty-
five years ago. and twenty years ago it
was torn down and superseded b a block
of stores, non.
. White lvvcllln .
Mr. M. S. Hamlin, one of the best known
Insurance men in North Carolina, writes
from Winston, as follows: “ Ever since I
was seven years of age I have had what
the doctors call hip disease, and which I
call white swelling. My hip was drawn
out-of place. There was a swelling at the
kins-joint, where there is a profuse run-
ning, which has been. there for years. Of
course this has greatly depleted my sys-
tem, together with surgical operation on
the leg bone. I tried‘cvcry known blood
'urifior to build, it my_sgstem, but none
did me good until finch . 8. S. I use it
every spring. It alwa builds me up,
‘ "ving meappotitc and gution, andcnap
Iss- ms to stand. the long. tryin ,ensr-
voting, hot summer days. To me are is
' 'uojsuch medicine for purifying the blood
cand building up the wasted system as
~ ‘8. S. 8. 0n using it I soon became strong
of bod and. easy of, mind. M color
ehsng from a pale, worn loo to a
healthy, robust complexion." '»
, Mr. G. N. ‘Friml, of Farmmvillc,
Texas, writes: “About August 1st, 1865, ‘
ala-sru tion appeared on my arms and
legs", which pained me much and seemed
to afoot my physical condition generally.
On‘ thoidvics of a physician at this place,
. I finally commenced using Swift's Specific.
I am glad to say that after using three
lamina the cores have all healed.”
tics ‘i‘m Blood and Skin Diseases
mailed frse.‘ Tux Swtrr Srncurto 00..
Drawer 3. Atlanta. Ga. .
Asthma, Bronchitis, ,Consumption.
Fontaine's Cure rclievesa cold in 12 hours.
Sold by druggists. C. Lapham, 11
Main Street, Norwalk.
Lotta, throu illness, recent! misseda
performance, or the first time it her life,
at. Cheyeue, Wyoming.
:‘thing but doing wrong-and making mit- '
. sluenm jn-my min ‘
it?
VICKSB URG’S Slfl’ I’J RLOR.
Letter From a. Baby Born In a Cavern
_ ’ During Grant's Siege.
(From Our Occasional (.‘Ol'icspmldcnh
'Vroxsnuno, April 10.——“Fo’ dc Latvd,
boss, dey's gwine to tip dis ole shanty
down sho’s yo live. ”
I heard this African iiiad this morning
as I was taking my daily constitutional
out towards the Jackson road. T Ill.‘
voice seemed to be in mid air above me
I looked up and then noticed for the first
time the particular locality which I had
reached. _ It was in. the new part of
Vicksburg where new streets are being
out through the yellow clay. Here was
the famous “ , Parlor" where the
people of Vicksbur dutr caves in 1863 to
ad shelter from t e shells of the Ft (ii-r
al gumboats.
. A coal-black negro stood on the tipsy
piazza of an old cabin that was once on
a level :with the rest of the world. but
now with the excavation of the new
street had been left thirty feet above
grade and on the very edge of the artifi-
gflrlllfilll’;u¥)la file was commtelnting to his
0 spouse on -ie status of
their old cabin home.
The negro and his home, however, had
little Interest for me Just then. For me
therewas an element in the picture that
made me stand speechless and oblivious
of all things around me. Before me in
the firm clay was a smooth, round cav-
ity—the remnant of a safety cave. A lit-
tle to the right of it was the entranc
which .had been cut in half. Its surface
was still smooth as when the owners and
occupants slid down' out of the reach of
the terrible screaming shot and shell.
The greater part of the cave and the
winding passe _ from the cntrance shaft
.were gone. nough remained, however.
to hold my gaze and I stood looking at
the cave like one transfixed. I was born
in that cave twenty-five years ago this
month—yes, this very day!
The story has been told me repeatedly
and this old cabin pointed out to me as
markingmy birthplace. This was one of
the first eaves dug. My father was a
cautious, far-seemg man and he provided
this retreat early in the sieve. The re-
sponsibility resting upon him explains
his (firomptness. It.wns not until the
mid e of June and in the early days of
Jullgg‘that the full terrors of the bem~
has merit came. Then it was that the
young mother crouched over her infant
in the dark. suffocating cave. For her
there was greater fear than death iron
the shells. There might be death from
starvation. In the markets people were
buying and selling rats neatly dressed for
food. Mule meat had been a. staple for
weeks. There was no wheat flour to be
had. The last had gone at $5 a pound.
There was vile corn meal to be had.
Milk was almost unknown. The half-
starved mother ltati a staunch friend
whose one poor, Old cow that a. chance
shell might any minute kill, provrded
scant daily rations for the young confed—
crate born in the bowels of the earth. _In
the few intervals of quiet and cessation
from the storm of shells my father took
his little familv out into the air and
light. which were in those perilous days
by no means free.
Somehow we all came through the
fiery peril. The cave was deep and safe;
the old cow probably dodged the shot
and shell and our meal gruel kept soul
‘and body together until the surrender.
To me my babyhood is like all. other
bah hoods; I retained not the slightest
reco ection of it. But in some strange
way there was alwa s a vague respon-
”to all the stories
Sky Parlor is going. «(any or our-on.
neighbors who occupied its subterrane-_
ous retreats have also gone. But our
family remains untouched by death, and
the experiences in that. old yellow clay
bank are told over and over every pass-
ing year. My mind was overflowmg With
them as I pursued my morning walk.
CLEMENT MARSHALL.
.1 FL YING INTER VIEII'.
Our Plttsburg Pickett Surrounds Emma
Abbott.
(lb-om Our _ Occasional Correspondent)
Prrrsmmo, Penn., April 12.—Onc day
last week while sauntering down the
street I was hailed from a passing car-
riage and following the direction of the
voice discerned the jolly face of Wether-
cl. Emma Abbott’s husband and business
manager. “ Come, jump in with us and
to lunch,” he said, and I accepted.
e had an engagement at the their
no, he added, and must excuse himself
till later. ‘I must lunch with Emma.
Emma Abbott is one of the most eccen-
tric of our song birds. Every Window of
the carriage was tightly closed and the
condensation of our united breaths made
an opaque layer of moisture on each._ On
reachin the otel she sprangput, whirled
her cloa around her head, gipsy fil§hl0n,
and ran to the elevator. rrivmg in her
room she quickly closed the door. ar-
ranged the hanging blankets around it,
and shoved a bed uilt up to the Itasc-
board in a heavy ro . '
“ A fatal cold gets through the small-
est cracks,” she said. “ The worst colds
[have overland were from drafts coming
through no visible orifice. Do you re-
member that Christine Nilsson was an-
able to open the Grand Opera- Iioiise in
Paris at its com lotion on acerunt of a
terrible cold? Well. she told me after
wards that she caught that cold Sitting
in front of an open key-hole!” .
I Inquired if she (lined after singing.
‘5 Never!” she said. '“ I eat a bowl Oi
bread and milk only. Patti and Nilsson
do the same. NO night dinners and no
champagne! Otherwise I eat; what. I
please.” . p
I asked Miss Abbott how long she ex-
pected to stay on the stage.
“ How long .9” she repeated with sur
rise. “I hadn’t; thought of that. '
nave been before the public only a little
while now. My voice is deepening and
siren thening every month.”
" on are wort-h more than two million
dollars,” I said, “ and ought to retire by
and by and enjoy life.” _ . ‘
“Enjoy life!" she t-xclnnmed. “lon
are crazy. I am enjoying life. I do on-
ioy life. I love the stage. I— love an-
diences. And I love to please _them.
“’11: n I lose mv voice I want to die!”
“ If the. public could only know what
800d. times we have! After the play, at
midnight, ,most of us are so’ ull of
strength, vv1vac1ty and fun, that we spon-
taneously join hands and dance ma
round the stage. I sleep generally well
and rise at 7. am now trying to re-
form and get up_at 9 instead of 7.”
— This conversation was disorderly in the
extreme, and not as above calmly set
fprth. . I do believe Miss Abbott never
Sits still thirty seconds at a time. The
lunch was a storm. scene of interruptions
With a rain of apo ogies from the hostess
She received members of the company
who affectionately saluted her as
“ Emma” and asked her for the sirup for
the voice. She ramped up and answered
telegrams. She wired toNew York the
receipts of the night before. She tele-
phoned. She sang an air from Aida, re
marking scornfully “ Some folks say the
can‘t _s1ng after eating!” She received
two girls who wanted her to ‘-‘ please tr
hear their voices,” and said “ to-morrow
at four.” She summoned her maid and die
titted a new trick in costumes. She made
an effort to eat an oyster but was inter-
ru8tcd by the bell-boy with three cards.
“ Id friends!” she said, and file scrib-
bled on the. back of_ one of the cards and
sent itnback, “ To-night, in dressing-room
aftc;.irst act.” Then, as the bell-boy
varnished, she made a dash at the. bed-
quilt and shoved it against the door“. She
iwallpwed the oyster, then called
Emflyi Emily!” to the maid who ap-
.cared from the next room: “ ere!
’ve forgotten the bill for Detroit!” And
sho wrote it on the back of the menu and
sent it to the mail. .
“You are a hurricane!” I candidly
said' “I should think it would make
Wet crel insane to live with you!”
“ It probably would” she laughed, “ but
the poor fellow goes off and rests for
weeks at a time. Schalche called me ‘La
Tempete,’ and now you call me hurricane,
and Carleton use to call me a Whew,
whatever that IS. The names I get. call
edi merely because I have superfluous vi-
ta it .i . Nothing ever ails me. I often
feel the running and Jumping and shout
ing, from more excess of ammal spirits
The fact of exrstence is a joy to me, and
bio intoxicates me like champagne.”
“ Well ” sho said at parting, “ come to
see me often, and when I lose my voice I
want to die!”
The mind told me, in the bushes of La
Tempete, that Miss Abbott wrote a lon
letter to her father in Minneapolis an
her mother in Chicago every Sunday
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