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THE SUNDAY OEEGONIAN, PORTLAND, FBBEUAEY 4, 1900.
.D MELODIES ARE BEST
BOMOS LIKB TBK OLD 5 ON OS
STHt THB HUMAX HEART.
TO
eUra of the "Coen' Compositions
Soaring; as Bad Public Clamor
lst&r for Speedy ReHef.
During these days of popular songs, one
t forgets the dear eM nattaas v. men
ere so popular song years ago. uui
rhich. even yet, when one recalls tnem
mind, bring back many memories of the
Perhaps these memories may oe
3H of sorrow to away, while to others
ey may he the scenes of joyous days
t have faded aad passed away, never
return again.
There Jfi not one of the old-fashioned
allads that has net played a part la the
past l)es of the "lad aad lassies." who
k those soft moonlight strolls uader-
itt a star-studnea sfcy. "Rim nounns
ut their wedidng day la view, 25 or a
rears ago. iut we seioom uwi "
sow This great, busy and progressive
Forld is up to date In all things now-
and the line of song-making Is no
exception In place of "In the Evening,
bv the Moonlleht" or "Old Uncle Ned,"
we bow have the great and successful hit
at the season if we believe the title page
at the latest popular song. People no wa
in the mad rush for the golden
treasure ao not care to near Biue u"
tng "Old Hundred" or "Rock of Ages,
jeft for Me." They want tne "latest
gong as badly as they want the latest
Sunday issue of new jouraansnu some
lone ras said that "memory is a tyrant
I-abtch often forces Itself upon us unma-
Jen ' In nothing Is this more true than
tin mu&c How often do the beauuiui
songs, some of them love ballads we
learned In years long past, come pack
to us In memory, we love to listen
3 tbem once more, if not in reality. But
strav 'rom what I set out to tell. Oh,
res, the old songs are the beet, after all.
MTke Bis: Sunflower."
There are some readers of this paper
who, no doubt, have a personal recollec-
Itlon of "Adolphus, Morning Glory," and
'The Big Sunflower" two very popular
(negro songs and dances. It was the latter
Bong that made Billy Emerson, the min
strel famous throughout the world, i.
chuckle now as I write this, when I thlnK
of him. Then there were: "Joseph, Orange
E.ossom," "Not fer Joe," 1 Hope I Live
Forever." and "I Ain't Going to TelL"
The chorus of the last-named song runs
thus
She was sweeter sea de sweetest.
She was neater dan a aeatest;
Tou may talk aeeut year fashion.
But he really wee ae belle:
But where she Uvea, or what's her name,
I ain't a-going to teiL
This old song had a large sale, and every.
olo-vme minstrel had it in his budget oi
songs But it did not live long, and passed
awa almost as rapidly as it came; still,
it biazed the way for other popular songs,
wrirb, at this late day, seem of some
what similar character.
All of the afore-named "nigger" songs,
I hold, are responsible for the so-called
"coon ong" of today. And I must con
fess that I am disgustingly tired of them.
You hear them on every corner, at every
theater, the organ-grinder; and even the
Cn naman tries to pick it on his unbear
able ad ear-splitting "fiddle." The
eoor" song will not last much longer.
The public are clamoring for something
ew and the song-writer who is lucky
errnugh to strike a new subject need not
think of going to the Nome, Atlln or
Dawson City gold fields. And, Oh, Lord,
It it be soon1
Then we had the "Grecian Bend" a
design thought, at the time, to be very
graceful having had its origin, it is said,
lr Brooklyn, and having been the subject
c'a ery popular song la its day a song
I ex anatory. as well as melodious. Here
lis the first verse. I would give it all
three verses but it would take up too
much space:
The ladles wanting something new.
As women are ao prose to So,
Wear lofty heels upea their shoes
To give them the Grecian bead;
"W lib, foot so short and heel so high
They can t stand plumb, if they weald try.
And so they think to catch the eye
By means of a Oreetaa bead.
It was about this period that the first
gvmnagt were seen in professional acts,
outside of the circus. They made their
appearance in regular theaters, following
the introduction of. specialties in the
"Biack Crook."
The Flyings Trapeze."
A song popular in that day was the
TIyIng Trapes," the subject of which
was Euch a performer. I give the first
verse .
Once I was bannr. but new I'm ferlorn,
Like an old coat that Is tattered aad torn.
Left in this wMe wwrM. to fret aad to mourn,
lirtw ed by & girl la her teeas.
Toe git i that I lowed ehe was handsome;
I tried all X knew hew to pieeee.
Hut it was not one-quarter bo well as
That man on the firing trap&ee.
The chorus of this piece was very de
scriptive. Then came "Shoo Fly" and "Dem Gol
den (Slippers." They each made a hit,
end no comedian of those days was with
out these two nieces la ate song-album.
And the old sweetheart songs! I cannot
forget them. They were so pretty, with
their liquid and bewitching harmonies
tkUd their sweet verses of endearment
Mo. he Darling," "Nellie Gray," "Bessie
3e Ella Ree" and "Kitty Wells." How
I vlsh that the minstrel companies would
reIe them again. In England they are
retlMng the sweetheart songs that were
I pu.ar in the last oentury, and they ar
treeing with great favor.
Thr sweetheart song has been sung since
tre beg nnlng of the world, and will be
fceaid until the end of time. It is fre
iumly the same thing over again; for,
& though the words may be different, the
fintiment is generally the same. For in-
e ar co who can listen to the old, yet
pre -v ballad of "Silver Threads Among
fie Gold, without thanking, in one's
loart the author, for giving us such a
bowlful, sweetheart song. Of course, 1
rop at the old songs are the beet, and
s is one of the songs of the long ago
that causes an to say so. The sweetheart
B'T.g is the most popular form of song in
existence, and although we have heard
1;? sentiment expressed in a thousand
a5? e never tire of "Love's Old, Sweet
Song It seems to he the only kind of
sng which appeals to all, for we hear it
sung by persons of every age aad class.
"Daisy Dean."
And when one has a song which one
terms a favorite, it is nearly always a
little ballad about a sweetheart. "Daisy
Iearf was a great favorite years ago, be
cause It told, tat vorse and song, what
manv a faint hearted lover ould have
whispered in the ear of his own sweet
heart 11 he had only possessed the cour
age and had dared. Youth U goaf rally
brightened by the compaajonshtp of a little
gi-1 or young woman, who make ro&es
awcar to bloom among the dreary nubbles
of everyday life. It is the indulgence in,
the j earning for. the recollection of, the
Oi5 songs and faces which gives the old
time loe ballads their greatest cLarta.
More than two-thirds of the successful
up-to-date compositions find their inspira
tion and subject In the prepossessing young
voman. Nowadays a satirical or topical
song ma make a so-oaued hit, but its
sal is never great, and it does not last
long. The public soon tires of such clap
trap The old songs of the long past
years will live on and on forever. But
the ewoetheart song well, we find great
pleasure la buytac it. aad we are not
ashamed to loavo tt ope oa the piano.
negro song, "Old Black Joe"? Of course
not.' You like to hear it; you know you
do. It will always be sung, as long as.
there are people on earth.
No one will claim that "I'se Gwine Back
to Dixie," or "My Dear Savannah Home,"
either in poetry or music, suggests a mas
ter mind, yet it is quite aa absurd to call
it silly drivel, or to class it as a weariness
and affliction. Such songs are a fair type
of our American folk-song. They are
found in some "very good collections of
American poetry; but even if this were
not the, case, it would not follow that
they do not possess a. certain charm
which is not to be denied. It may be safe
ly contended that in S3 cases out of every
100, sentiment and association go through
life with people, however their musical
tastes may have been broadened and culti
vated. Because a man has spent a de
cade in studying out the meaning har
monies of Wagner, it does not follow that
he is not moved by the simple pathos of
"Annie Laurie." Because a woman in a
foreign conservatory hag learned all that
there is to know in the sphere of vocal
ization, it is not true that she will turn
with weariness from a favorite humble
ballad of her childhood. And in a how
much less degree may the technical fall
ings of these simple melodies show them
selves to the great preponderance of peo
ple, to whom music is a mere recreation
and a sentimental pleasure.
Revival of Folk-Songrs.
The revival of the folk-songs In foreign
countries and the commentaries thereon
by distinguished critics, show an awaken-
TYPICAL OF THE PERIg
AESOLT7TELY "CORRECT FORM" OF
THE. "SMART" GIRL.
Graceful of Carriage, Perfectly
Groomed and Mannered, Never
Commonplace.
The "smart" girl is one of tho most in
teresting products of the times. She is as
typical in a human way as the automobile l from the ground; it must hang in graceful
fresh as her brother's, "and be? necktjes 1
as swell ana Knotted always in tne ap
proved fashion. In fact, every detail of
her dress is perfect. Just as every muscle
of her body is normal She is well
groomed, because silky hair, creamy skin,
and delicately manicured bands are Just
so many expressions of pleasure in phy
sical perfection.
Never Commonplace.
"The smart girl carne3 her liking for
correct form into all the social details of
life. She enters a room in an alert fash
ion. She is sure to shake hands in some
pretty, new way. Awkward or common
place she will not be, even In holding up
her gown. Her skirt must be lifted well
HERMIONESAND PERDITAS
ACTRESSES "WHO HAVE PLAYED
DUAL ROLB JS WINTER'S TALE."
is scientifically. She is the newest expres
sion of the change and growth -i. her sex.
To many women and all men she is a mys
tery. Men confuse her charm with beauty,
and women the ungroomedl half who don't
understand put it down to a fat bank ac
count; while the truth ' that the smart
girl is often plain, freqt. ntly in moderate
circumstances, and even occasionally a
wage-earner, to whom a bank account is
a poetical Illusion.
Smartness is achieved upon wholly dif
ferent lines, although beauty and wealth
are not necessarily regarded aa a serious
handicap to success. The smart girl takes
herself seriously, as though she were a
poet, and starts out with tha determlna-
Famoiu Revivals of Shakespeare's
Beautiful Creation Mary Ander
son's Great Production.
Since "The Winter's Tale" was first
produced in 1611, some of the greatest
aotresse3 tho world has ever seen have
assumed the great characters Eermlone
folds and reveal Just a suspicion of a dark
silk frilled petticoat. A frayed petticoat or t ana Ferdita. But it is a singular fact
a skirt grabbed up in some clumsy fashion
might not prove a state prison offense,
hut it would be out of harmony, and what
could be worse from the smart girl's point
of view."
PAINTED DEWEY'S PORTRAIT
Yonne Portland, Girl Receives Ac
knowledgment Front 'Admiral.
Msa Winnie. Uxdab, of this city, is in
receipt of a letter from Admiral Dewey,
a copy of which is appended:
"Office of the, Admiral, 1747 Rhode Island
that the play itself has never been a
favorite with managers, although the pub
lic, whenever it has been produced and
acted properly, has demonstrated its ap
preciation of Its wonderful poetio and dra
matic beauty. Nobody knows who the
beardless boy was who played the dual
rale in Shakespeare's time, and the first
record that we have of a woman playing
the part of Perdlta is that of Miss HU
pesley at Goodman's Fields, London, in
1741. She was a beautiful woman and a
very clever actress, and when she was
advanced in years she had the privilege
of creating tho characters of Mrs. Hara-
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE OUTDONE.
ductlon. that "The Winter's Tale" had
never been a very successful play. "The
first difficulty was to cut the secondary
parts without marring the beauty or mean
ing of the text, and the next to keep alive
the sympathies of the audieaoe with both
Hermlone and Perdlta from beginning to
ead. As to keeping alive the unbroken
Interest in the mother and child, who are
separated for the best part of two acts,
I thought, after careful consideration, that
tho best way was to follow the sugges
tion of Mr. Thomas Hall and have the
two parts played by the same person, my
chief authority for doing so being the
strong resemblance between Hermlone and
Perdlta.
"To entrust Perdlta to a person unlike
the queen in looks, voice or manner would,
I thought, give the 11 to the king's words
where he says that he thought of Her
mlone when he looked at Perdlta, lessen
tho interest in the last two acts, and,
from an acting1 point of view, spoil the
continuity of tha play. Had doubling the
parts necessitated cutting out tho impor
tant speeches of either character, the idea
would have been abandoned. But as only
six of Perdlta's lines were sacrificed, I did
not feel guilty of vandalism.
"My surprise and disappointment may
be Imagined when the play was not re
ceived with any marked enthusiasm on
Its first night In London. But after that
the actor's greatest Judge, the public, con
tinued to fill the house nightly aad re
ceived It with increasing warmth. It kept
the stage for 164 nights, and had not my
tenancy of the Lyceum then expired. It
would probably have run on for another
hundred." The version used by the James-Kldder-Hanford
company is practically the
same as that used by Miss Anderson.
RICHEST MAN IN WRU
ALF3USD BBKP 36 WsKTK JOB THOB
SAXD XILLieft' DOLLARS.
Hg .
SHAKE DICE FOR A MINE.
"What's the matter, Jones?"
"On my way to the dentist; got a fright
ful toothache."
"Nonsense, Jones, you only think you
have ono."
"Only think I have, eh? Biff, Bang call
me a liar, er? Blngt"
Til have you arrested, sir; you struck
me!'1
"Nonsense, Smith I Yon only think X
Struck you. Good day."
lng everywhere In the melodies of the
people. The old songs of tho American
homes did not have the flavor of foreign
antiquity, but they are worthy of hon
orable place in musical annals. The bal
lads which the middle-aged man of today
heard in the home of his childhood may
be the sweeter for tender associations,
tlon to perfect herself, body and clothes.
"Here, then," says the New York Her
ald, which has been Investigating the sub
ject of "smart" girls, "is her secret. She
knows how to stand correctly, and she has
found out that no woman who poises her
body properly at the waist line can ever
but Is it not true that what was simple j appear commonplace, no matter how simple
and melodious and pleasing then has in
Itself the same attributes now?
There was the "Annie" group, so to
speak "Annie Laurie," "Annie of the
Vale," "Gentle Annie." They aresnot of
ten heard in the cities nowadays, for per
haps the same reason that city folk rarely
essay, at this time, the prison duet from
"II Trovatore."
Take the old song, "My Old Kentucky
Home." It recalls the scenes of boyhood
days, as nothing else can the far-away
farmhouse, with Its commodious hallways,
the dark cellar beneath, and its mlrth-giv-lng
vintage; the spacious pantry, over
loaded with good things; the dark garret,
and its barrel of old Bourbon; the big
front yard, with its primitive forestry;
the deep, cool well, with its time-worn
bucket; the weather-beaten barn, shel
tering the blue-ribbon horses: its big lot
adjoining, full of cackling, fat fowls, and
the close-by orchard, laden with ripe,
Juicy apples. Have you ever listened to
this grand old song, as rendered by
Sousa's band? If so, you will understand
why I claim that the old songs are the
best. I give tho chorus:
Weep no more, my lady; ohl weep no more to
day; We'll eing one song of the old Kentucky home.
For our old Kentucky home, far away.
The old tunes and songs have been hold
for years In derision. An invitation to
spend the evening singing or playing old
tunes has been spurned by many of our
up-to-date vocalists. They are dreadful.
Who cares for them? Very good for a
sleepy crowd of old people, but to think
any musical person would condescend to
sing ono for tho pleasure of the thing
"augurs an ignorance as deplorable as
profound," so the young miss said of the
slnrfnc society as she turned, with a
sniff of her pretty, heavenly-tending nose,
to her motets and anthems.
"Vanltas Vanitornm."
"Vanltas vanltoruro," said a lover of
the old songs; "they know not what they
say." We will admit that there is much
that is novel and striking In tho up-to-date
songs, but the beauty of the old songs is
still there, and Just a little spark would
set them Into popular flame. The dig
nity of the so-called higher class of music
is not compromised by the popularity of
the old songs of the people.
No musician, with a real love for his
art and a proper conception of the true
musical feeling, will fall to recognize what
is good and worthy of approbation In the
melodies of rural and provincial life. And
every musician knows that many of tho
most famous compositions are borrowed
largely from themes that were the simple
melodies of the people. We all know that
cherished memories of home and friends
aro ours with such enduring vividness
that the record can never be effaced. But
In all reminiscences of days gone by, there
is nothing that haunts our lives as the
old songs that we were accustomed to in
the days of our childhood. The sweet
tones of a mother's voice, as she hummed
"Massa's in de Cold, Cola Ground, will
live and speak in the heart, long after
the voice has been hushed to silence, we
may cross oceans and wander in foreign
climes: the erect frame may be bowed
with the weight of years, and raven ring
lets may be changed to locks of snowy
whiteness, but the old songs, heard in tha
distance, in the still morning, or sung by
ourselves, in some calm hour of reflec
tion, on a winter's evening, will bring
around us the friends and the scenes of
other days and far-off lands, and while
the dim eye of age sparkles with un
wonted brilliancy, the heart will beat with
the buoyancy of eari.? youth.
Take tho "Suwanee River," a song that
has been sung in every part of tho in
habited globe a simple ballad that the
greatest vocal artists in tho world have
been proud to sing can you mention a
song that will ever take Its place in the
hearts of our people? I do not think you
can; and had Borne old master written it,
it would have been held no dearer by tha
people than It is today.
But as time rolls by, .no doubt we shall
do better and learn to give the old songs
of the long ago the high position ihey
surely deserve. American national life 19
far better for its songs its old soncs.
It is better for the associations which the
old-time songs awaken. The negrolsms
of the "Suwanee River" and "My Old
Kentucky Home." with their beautiful, be
witching and soul-entrancing melodies,
will llvo In the hearts of tho people until
the end of time.
The world moves on; the masters edu
cate us; tho geniuses dazzle us, but
regularly the old songs come back and
the world seems a little brighter and the
past a little dearer that we knew them
long ago and have not ceased to love
them. LTJE VERNON.
her attire. Tho minute a woman stands
lightly on her feet, with knees straight,
chest well out, stomach flat, shoulders
back, and tho body, from waist up, tilting
ever so lightly forward, she has acquired
at once a certain smartness of effect that
no amount of beauty or fine clothes could
give. A woman simply can't stand cor
rectly and look slovenly.
Never Round-Shouldered.
"The smart girl is never round-shouldered
or hollow-chested, and by standing
properly ehe breathes properly. Every full.
Avenue, Washington, Dec. 26, 1893. My
Dear Miss Urdahl: I wish to thank you
most sincerely for tho portrait of myself,
which you so kindly sent me. It 13 ex
tremely well done for one of your years,
and I shall prize it highly.
"I have no portrait of Mrs, Dewey which
I can send you, but ioclose herqwlth ono
of my own, Very truly yours,
"GEORGE DEWEY."
"Miss Minnie TJrdahl, Portland. Or."
Inclosed in the letter was an admirable
portrait of Admiral Dewey, in the full
uniform of his rank, and with his auto
graph attached" th.er.eto.
Misa Urdahl is a young resident of Port
land, who has developed considerable tal
ent with the brush. She alms to become
an artist, and although her Instruction in
that line of work has been rather limited,
she has executed some very creditable
paintings for a child of her age 15 years,
at the present moment. Some time ago.
deep breath she draws strengthens the h th belncf only 14 years old. she con
muscles of her sides and abdomen. She la J celved the idea of painting a portrait of
bound not to grow into a fat, ungainly
woman, who can never catch her breath
or a train, for a proper poise of the body
means good digestion and good health.
It Is probably going too far to say that a
girl sets about being 'smart' in order to be
healthy, but it is absolutely true that sho
Is quite likely to grow stronger because
of her correct way of carrying her body.
"How many women sink into a little
heap the minute they sit down shoulders
drooping, chest sunken, the whole weight
of the body thrown on tho end of tha spine.
The smart girl sits in the same erect, alert
way that she stands, and If sho wishes to
rest she leans back against her shoulders
and not the middle of her hack. In bend
ing, whether at a desk or a dlshpan or a
dinner table, sho bends from her waist, not
from her shoulders, and she not only looks
well, but avoids fatigue, and the actual
Injuries that come from any strain on mis
placed muscles.
"Having learned the full value of a prop
er carriage, tho smart girl sets about to
study and understand every detail of her
wardrobe, that she may not mar fine ef
fects by trifling defects. It is not a ques
tion of the newest fashions and richest
materials, but of the hang of a skirt that
makes it seem a part of the woman her
self; of curving a waist over shoulders and
bust so skillfully that the material seems
to adapt itself to express the very per
sonality of the wearer; of making a gar
ment, whether it is loose or tight, suggest
tho charm of tho person. This is smart-
Admiral Dewey, as a Christmas present
for our great naval hero, and she finished
the picture and sent it on to Washington
in time for it to be delivered to Its re-
clplent on last Christmas day.
Admiral Dewey acknowledged its receipt
In the letter copied herewith, and of date
the succeeding day, but through some
error of address, it was not delivered until
last week.
a
THEY GET THE BEST JOBS
Handsome, Portly, Well-Dressed "Men
Favored by Employers.
"We hear a lot of talk of pretty women
getting all tho best positions as clerks,
stenographers and bo on," remarked the
under-sized little man to his chum, as
overheard by a writer in the Chicago
Inter Ocean. "It never seems to occur to
people that good-looking men get all the
beat Jobs in men's work. But they do.
A tall, portly, well-dressed man will
make his way with half the brains of an
insignificant-looking, carelessly-dressed
fellow. In 99 cases out of 100 a successful
politician, professional man or business
man is handsome, or big and 'fine-looking,'
as they say,
"A few days ago a friend of mine lo3t a
Job that pays $10,000 a year simply be
cause he is homely and weighs only 120
pounds. A manufacturer wanted a super
intendent in one of his mills. He wroto to
an editor, an old friend, in Chicago, and
castle and Mrs. Malaprop in Goldsmith's
and, Sheridan's great comedies.
The first Hermlono who played with
Mi3a Hlppesley wa3 a Mrs. Gift ord. In the
famous production of "The Winter's Tale'
which Garrlck made, Mrs. Prltchard
played Hermlone, and a picture of her in
the character is still extant Hermlono
and Perdlta seem to have attracted the
stage beauties from all time One of
the Perditas who created a sensation was
Mrs. Robinson. She it was who attract
ed the attention of the Prince of Wales
in that role, and to her everlasting un
doing, as it proved. The Prince of Wales,
who was afterward George III, took her
from the stage, but sho died a cripple two
or three years later.
Miss Farren, tall, beautiful In face and
elegant in person, was the next one to
essay the part of Perdlta. Then came
Mrs. Yates, of whom a contemporary
wrote: "Mr3. Yates had the sculptoresque
beauty that suited the statue, as long as
she stood still, but when she had to speak
the charm was broken and the spectators
wished, her back on her pedestal."
Prury Lane Revival.
The great revival of "The Winter's
Tale" at'Drury Lano saw a notable cast
John P. Kemble as Leontes, Charles Kern
bio as Florizel, Miss HIckes as Perdlta,
and Mrs. Slddons as Hermlone. It is said
proved to bo a most successful production,
and Mrs. Slddons scored an absolute tri
umph in tho part of Hermlone. It Is said
that when she appeared as a statue the
illusion was almost perfect, and the beauty
of her head, neck, shoulders and arms
was worthy of preservation in marble.
By the way, Mrs. Slddons very nearly
lost her Ufa while playing in "The Win
ter a Taie. As eno was posing as a
statue, her draperies caught fire, and
only the presence of mind of a stage hand
saved her from a frightful death.
Several other actresses whom the world
has forgotten appeared In "The Winter's
Tale" before Mrs. Fauclt assumed the
role. Curiously enough, the next Per
dlta was the daughter of the last named,
Helen Fauclt. afterward Lady Martin.
She was but 17 at that time. Productions
by McCready, Phelps and Charles Kean
brought this great play splendidly beforo
I the English public, but the last Hermlone
on the London stage previous to Mary
Anderson was a failure. Sho was Miss
Helen Wallls.
I In this country Mrs. Bartley was the
original Hermlone In 1820. Ten years later
lovely Mrs. Hilton appeared in the part,
Joint Owners Settle Dispute Over a
Million-Dollar Claim.
General Charles 9. Warren, a pioneer of
Butte, but now a resident of Spokane, and
Miles Finlen shook dice in the summer ot
1882 for a copper mine, then valued at
yiSO.OOO, and now at a cool $1,000,000. Tho
mine Joined the Anaconda, and was held
Jointly by Warren and Finlen. Tho latter
la at present a wealthy mine operator at
Butte, and ia noted everywhere as a
plunger In stocks, in horse races and in a
political campaign. In the latter amuse
ment he makes the millionaires of Butto
hold their breath when ho offers to wager
reckless sums on his favorite candidate.
Warren and Finlen, says the Spokane
Spokesman-Review, owned tho property
for some years and had been unable to
agree upon the method In which it should
be worked. They met one day in Lynch
Brothers' saloon, and the old wordy quar
rel was at onco renewed as to the relative
values of different methods of working the
mine.
"I'll sell you my interest for what it
cost me," said Finlen.
"I dont want your Interest," said the
general,
"Well, I'll buy your interest," sakt Fin
len. "Don't want to sell," retorted tho gen
era. "Well, I'll shake dice with you to see
Whether you or I own tha mine," Finlen
rejoined with some warmth.
Warren hesitated a moment. His friends
believed Finlen was bluffing, but Warren
knew the man. The mine was a valuable
one. After considering a moment War
ren took his hands out of his trousers
pockets and remarked:
"Miles, I'll go you."
"Give us the dice boxl" yelled Finlen to
tha bartended. Tha ivories were pro
duced. "What do you want to shake?" asked
Finlen. "Name your game."
"Name yours," curtly replied Warren.
"One flop, aces high, then," said Fin
len, as he rattled the dice in the box.
"Aces high goes," said Warren, "the
winner to set up the wine for the house."
"That suits me. Here goes," said Fin
len. as he spilled the dice on the bar.
"Two sixes. I got you, CharHe, this
time," as ho passed the box over to War
ren. "That looks good, but I think I can
beat it, Miles," said Warren, as he tossed
the dice out.
There was not a pair in sight.
"Ace high is a good hand sometimes,
but it loses this time, Charlie," remarked
Finlen, as he threw a $100 bill on the bar,
and added: "Give tho boys what they
want, bartender."
The next day Mr. Warren made out the
de !.
Tne mine was later sold to tho Anacon
da company by Mr. Finlen. Three years
ago the adjoining claim was sold for
$760,000 to Marcus Daly.
a '
Two Ansels.
Last night two angels stood betide my bed,
One at the foot, the other at the head.
I was bo very tired of my life
Its cores and sorrows; and Its constant strife;
And so I ever turned my face away
That I might hide the tears I could not stay.
And thus apoke Death:
Do you erec tire && to that cW
He "Was Home Early.
He It I am late at the club tonight
don't wait up for me.
SCEXE FROM "THE WINTER'S TALE."
ness In dressing, and cannot he accom
plished over a slovenly body.
Every Curve Made Pretty.
"The smart girl may not own the new
est girdle, but whether her belt Is a bit of
ribbon, a twist of silk or band of satin,
of one thing you may be sure, she will
put it on in such a way that the pretty
curve" of her waist will not be disguised,
for she knows that the waist line of a
asked him to recommend somebody. The
editor wrote back: 'James Gregory Is
the very man for you. He has bad ex
perience; he ia clover, and I can recom
mend him from 20 years acquaintance.'
Tho manufacturer telegraphed Immedi
ately for Gregory to come and take the
place. Gregory reported for duty at a
manufacturing town 200 miles away. He
wore his best clothes and was thoroughly
well-groomed. But Gregory is small and
woman who breathes properly Is a full- pale and looks like a schoolboy.
Inch lower in front than in the back, and
she recognizes tho beauty of the curve.
"Her neckwear is dear to the soul of an
artist It never cramps the poise ot her
nock, and there are no cheap frills or fur
belows to spoil the graceful lines from head
to shoulder. And, above all else, It is al
ways put on in such a fashion that the
fastenings and connections with the bodice
are never remotely suggested. A skirt that
" T am James Gregory,' he said, when
he arrived at the manufacturer's office.
" 'Oh, are you? Well, ah, tho fact is,
ah! the fact is, Mr. Gregory, I didn't'
And the manufacturer shook his head in
despair.
"'Expect what?'
" "Well, I thought you'd be a big, flne
looklng fellow. The fact Is, you won't do
at all, Gregory, I'm sorry, but you won't do
gaps, a belt that sags loosely In the back, at all. Why, the men won't be bossed by
collar that initiates the beholder Into
tho mysteries of the toilet are all an un
known quantity In the equation ot the
smart girl.
"If she 'goes In' for severe effects they
and at various other times there have
, been revivals, generally In New York, In
I which Mrs. Warner, Mrs. Parker, Mrs.
' J. W. Wallack, Jr., and Isabella Pateman
1 have appeared In either ono of the two
great roles. Lawrence Barrett was very
fond of "The Winter's Tale," and he made
his debut In New York as Florizel. An
other Hermlone of note was Mme. Janau
schek, but the Hermlone and Perdlta best
remembered by this generation was that of
Mary Anderson, who appeared first In
, "Tho Winter's Tale" in England In 1S87.
I It was the part In which she took her final
farewell of the stage.
"Tha Winter's Tale" which Louis James,
i Kathryn Kidder and Charles B. Hanford
I will present at tho Marquam Grand this
j week was the vehicle which Mary Ander
son chose for her farewell appearances on
the stage, and in which she attained her
, greatest triumph.
j Mary Anderson's Production.
It Is very interesting to read in Miss
Anderson's autobiographical book, entitled
"A Few Memories," how she came to un-
Sae No, dear, m come for you-Jttdy. Jare perfectly carried out Her Hnen Js as cerned,
a man who doesn't weigh more than two
sacks of flour!'
"That ended 4t Gregory lost the Job,
and he was an. expert too. as far as
knowledge of tho Work to hand wea con- j dertake this superb but supremely dufl-
cult play. She says, speaking, of her pro- Answer.
"Sin, loneliness and sorrow are unknewn
In all the peaceful land I call my own;
Let me but lay my hand upon your heart
I'll still the aching-, bid the pain depart;
I'll take thy tired bead upon ray breast,
"Wlpo all the teax9 away, and you shall rest;
Then fold you safe away from aJJlfe's woes.
Tha glance of friend's estranged, the bate of
, foes;
Of faces dear, long vanished from your slgat;
And to your sleep hall come a vision brlzht.
The music, on your raptured ear shall fall.
Of voices hushed, now answering- to your call;
Go with tne, child t aad thro' the years te eera-e.
Beat on, and dream of love and truth and
home."
Death's soft voice sank in silence In the room;
And then an angel, whueo bright, radiance
pierced the gloom
Bsnt next above me. Then thus spoke Life:
"The way Is dark; but oh! be not afraid,
Before true couaze all the shadows fade;
I mind me well the happy summer day,
"When first within my tender arms yoa lay.
I carried you awhile; then by ray elde.
Your halting baby steps I tried to guide;
Full many a storm broke fierce above your
head.
And when I saw all your young hopes lie dead
I looked Into your face with sudden fears.
But you did only smile, often thro' tears.
And say: "Why Life! I'm ap. I did but fall.
Fear not, I'll reach the summit after aJL'
So much of our long Journey safely past,
I thought unto the end your hope weuld test.
Now, has your heart growa weary 1b the right?
Pray you for rest and night, not stresgth and
light?
The viotor only knows the Joy of reet;
Faln'a key unlocks the door to all life's best;
To other weary pilgrims message send.
That all your footsteps, bleed-marked, upward
tend;
The Journey past unto year bruteed feet.
The grass of pleasant ways will be most sweet.
A little further on the summit Mes.
Besting above the clouds In calm, bright
skies."
Then, as I looked withia Life's brave, stress
face,
I felt my courage, with new strength aad grace
Arming my soul, for ail fresh eare and strife;
And so I smiled and gave my hand to Life.
Jennie B. Sheliaberger.
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Knew What They Wanted.
A head adorned with shaggy whiskers
was thrust out of the window aad a
hoarse voice inquired:
"What is it?"
"Oh, is this Mr. Hlgigns?" came a shrill
voice from below.
"Yes."
"Please come to 414 High street Just as
quick as you can, and bring your instru
ments." "I ain't no doctor; I'm a carpenter. Dr.
Higgins lives in the next street." And the
window came down with a slam.
But Mr. Higgins had not got comfort
ably back into bed before the hell rang
again, and, uttering some forcible re
marks, he rose once more aad west to
the window.
"Please, sir," said the little voice, "tt's
you we want; pa and. ma is shut up in
tho foldin' bed and wa can't get 'em out"
South Afrloaa Diamead Kins, Wiheae
Cenneetiea With CeoH KheiHes
Ceatri sated to Beer War
Alfred Beit, X Loadm, to the- xfefceat
ma tot tho world. Be to eoefty .WsMk, a
tfcOttsaad asmisti Basv aad to sortbitfn,
the only ttvteg Mttkmatrs. Bo to iHHfliee-'
tkmaMy a' awe rnmaraahlq m, aadl e
greatest proof of his skill x JetMdrto be
fact that tew persons, other thaa Mcm
oters, outside of South Afrtaaa etroks,
have heard evea hts aaate.
Alfred Belt te a Kafir king. sUH ot
one person i M ha London wont reoeg
niae hte photograph, and in AawtM.he
is practically unknown. Ho Is eaJy4S years
old, and yet he has aceumatated a fortwne
oestde which the dreams of tho AraMaa
nights seem trivial. But, although he Is
unknown and unseen. Ms power to felt an
over South Africa, and te tho far Bast of
Asia, la a thousand ways. 2a hte hands
he holds hundreds of strings, and he putts
them none tho toes sorely became ho re
mains behind the scones. He to rocpeaotolq
for the present Boer war more than any
other nun, with, perhaps, the sxsoctfoa
of Cecil Rhodes.
Quiet la Manner and Ihress.
People are accustomed to think of a
South African millionaire as being & vul
gar, loud-spoken, ostentatious, showy mas,
a kind of a Johannesburg Tammany bobs.
but Alfred Belt Is a striking contrast to
this picture. Ho wears plain, ahnoet shab
by clothes; has a meek air, mild eyes and
a soft voice. He gives ono tho idea that
he Is tho oonfldential clerk of an oM law
yer; at first sight, a atransor would ho
almost wilBar to bet that he plays a
guitar. People aro always dteappotated
with hira. Some time ago a military au
thority who came across him ha South
Africa, wroto home:
"That ho to a milnonalro and a great
financier I am informed on good author
ity, and take It for granted. Had I been
In Ignorance of hte entity, I should have
taken him for a nonentity, and certainly
not have given hum tho credit for being
either millionaire or financier.
"For he is a most unassuming' and unos
tentatious man of wealth, and as kindly,
quiet and courteous as it te poosiMo to be.
Very ordinary and meager In hte Mom, and
commonplace m hte conversarJo, he la
one of tho last men I should have picked
out of a crowd as able and capable. Bolt
must be either so deep or so shallow that
in tho one ease it to Impoooilam to get
at the bottom of him. and m tha other,
although it to poeafMe to took through,
it to qnite Impossible to see anything."
His Meolcneas Deceptive.
Alfred Belt's meekness, however, to de
ceptive. H was seat, while & young man,
from Johannesburg to tho diamond mines
at Kiraberley. Ho was only 32 years old.
but he had skill enough to see that tho
South African diamond Industry was yet
in its ineipieney. Hte rich father hi Ger
many backed him with abundant funds,
and be began buying, with marvelous re
sults. He was soon Joined by another man
one whom everybody knows Cecil
Rhodes. Tho Bothsohttds wore baokins
Rhodes, and tho two formed too great
diamond trust which, under the name ot
De Beers, now controls practically the
whole output of tho most precious stones
in tho world.
Bolt and Rhodes do things on a Ms; scale
at Klmbertoy. Nine years ago they ad
mitted that up to that time, they had
taken something like nine tons of diamonds
from then mines. Tho mines yield a nront
of .M60 a year, aad pay a atodMond
of 49 per cent As a sort of pouvootra,
Belt and Rhodes, last year, mads tho
shareholders of their company a present of
their interests aa life governors m the
mine. As such oficiato, they wore entitled
to a salary each of $154Mft9 a year, so
that this present really moans a gift of
about $6,ee0,9t to tha shareholders.
Can Hold His Own.
No ono can attack Mr. Beit wish im
punity. He has several times given proof
of this. At tho time of tho South African
raid Inquiry by tho house of commons,
Mr. Labouohore bitterly attacked Bolt Ho
alleged that Beit had created tho raid for
personal purposes, and had boon making a
lot of profit out of it Mr. Bolt quietly
took the witness chair and turned on
"Labby." In tho gentlest of voices, ho re
pelled what ho termed tho "vile attacks,"
and pressed Labouchore so hard that tho
laav-namod gentleman had business else
where, and tho attack was never resumed.
The Kaffir king's house in Park lane,
London, is not so unostentatious as its
owner. It to only three stories high, but
it spreads over a great apace of land, and
has attached to it a great winter garden.
When it was first opened, a yoar ago,
London society was greatly perplexed as
to what stylo it was. Some declared that
it was early Renaissance, but & well
known literary woman said it was "early
South African." Decorated in the most
quietly expensive manner, with a liberal
idea of oak paneling, It to an ideal, com
fortable home. In Its dining-room, during
Mr. Beit's already noted little dinners, are
planned many of the great developments
that startle tho world concerning South
African politics.
SOME MISCREAHT'S WORK.
Touching: Grief of a Poisoned Cellle'a
IClndhearted Owner.
A man in a one-horse wagon, evidently
a farmer, was driving down a street of
Salem the other day. A boy who was
coming toward him on the sidewalk shout
ed to tho man, and pointed in tho dlroa
tlok from which the driver had eorao.
The man pulled up and looked back. Upon
the curbing of tho sidewalk lay a ftns
looking collie, writhing- in convulsions. Tho
man loft hte horse and ran back to his
faithful dog. A little group of men had
gathered In tho meantime and wore full
of sympathy.
Tho man appeared to see no ono hot
the dog Ho knelt upon the grass aad
raised the poor animal's head upon his
knee: "Poor Shop'" ho said, soothingly.
The dog looked gratefully tovto,the master a
face. Tears ware stealing down the farm
er's cheek. "Come. Shop!" ho said, ris
ing and snapping hte fingers.
Tho poor brute understood, mads an at
tempt to rise, gained his foot for an In
stant only to fall down te another horrible
convulsion. "Poison," said ono of tho by
standers "They always act that way
when they get strychnine." Anothor man,
evidently a lover of dumb animate, said:
"A man who Is moan enough to poison a
dumb brute ought to bo sent to tho peni
tentiary tor Ufa."
Tenderly and without a word of com
ment or reply, tho young man lifted tho
quivering form of poor "Shop" and carried
aha to tho wagon, laid htex upon tho hay
and wrapped soma sacks about him, got
Into his wagon and drove away. Let us
hope that ho wont for an antidote for tho
terrible poison, and that ore this tho
splendid collie has recovered; or. If bo be
dead, wo drop those words of sympathy
for tho owner, should he ehance to seo
these Mass. We believe ho to a good man,
for has it not boon said, and truly, too,
that: "A merciful man te merdfut te his
boast"? Salom rndoeondont
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Ah AH-Areuad Man.
"This," ho said, "te an age of special
ists." "Yes," she replied, pushing his arm
away, "out you seem to be an all-around
Ijaaa." Chlesgo TJmee-Horald.
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